#it's cause he likes to ask me something i'm looking forward to and i said a new video game and he asked which one... 😬

[amirasainz]

Could you please do reader is Charles daughter and she invites her boyfriend to a dinner with the leclercs and her uncles ( some of the grid) and the uncles and Charles are very protective over their baby and reader asked , “ can you pass the salt please daddy” and Charles AND THE BF reach for it. Charles and uncles not happy

No, stop. Why can I imagine something like that really happening? If you guys could send me some requests for Oscar, George, Lewis and Max, that would be amazing.

Enjoy reading and send some requests!!!

-XoXo

Leclerc family dinner

The sun was setting over Monaco, casting a golden hue through the large windows of the Leclerc family dining room. YN, Charles and Alexandra's teenage daughter, had invited her boyfriend, David, over for dinner. The table was beautifully set, reflecting the family’s love for tradition mixed with a hint of modern flair.

As everyone gathered around the table, the atmosphere buzzed with excitement. Charles sat at the head of the table, his protective demeanor evident as he glanced at YN with a mixture of pride and wariness. Next to him, Alexandra wore a warm smile, trying to ease the tension that always lingered whenever new boyfriends entered the family circle.

“Are you ready for this, David?” Lando teased, smirking from his seat. “Just remember, we’re not just racing fans; we’re a family of racers. We take everything seriously—especially dinner.”

David chuckled nervously, glancing at YN, who was biting her lip to suppress a laugh. “I’ll do my best,” he replied, trying to sound confident despite the palpable pressure from the Leclerc clan.

“Alright, let’s dig in!” Charles said, gesturing to the lavish spread of pasta, fresh salads, and bread. The meal began with light-hearted banter, but it was clear that Charles and the uncles had a watchful eye on David.

As the meal progressed, YN felt her heart race. She loved having David around, but she could sense her father’s scrutiny. Amidst the laughter and stories, she suddenly realized she needed the salt.

“Daddy, can you pass the salt, please?” YN asked, her voice sweet yet steady.

Both Charles and David reached for the salt at the same time. For a brief moment, silence enveloped the room as they locked eyes. Then, chaos erupted.

Charles narrowed his eyes at David. “Why did you reach for the salt?” he asked, his voice a mixture of disbelief and irritation.

“Uh, I—” David stammered, clearly caught off guard.

“‘Daddy’? Really?” Max chimed in, barely holding back a laugh, though his eyes sparkled with mischief. “I mean, that’s bold, mate.”

“Very bold,” Lando echoed, grinning. “You do realize you’re asking for trouble, right?”

“Guys, come on!” YN exclaimed, her face burning with embarrassment. “It was just a slip!”

Charles turned to David, arms crossed. “So, what’s your excuse? You think you can just react to ‘Daddy’ like it’s no big deal?”

“Uh, I mean, it was just a habit!” David stuttered, looking desperate for an escape. “I didn’t mean anything by it.”

Alexandra, sensing the rising tension, leaned in to help. “Everyone, let’s take it easy. It was an innocent mistake,” she said, her tone soothing. “David didn’t mean to cause any trouble.”

“Trouble?” Carlos scoffed, leaning back in his chair. “It’s not just trouble; it’s a declaration of war!”

“Please, Carlos,” YN sighed, rubbing her temples. “Can we not escalate this?”

Max leaned forward, genuinely intrigued. “So, David, tell us. What were you thinking when YN said that?”

“Yeah, spill!” Lando added, winking. “We need to know if you’re worth our YN or if we should start sharpening our forks.”

“I really wasn’t thinking,” David admitted, his cheeks flushed. “I just… it felt natural? I’m sorry. I'm so so sorry!”

“Natural?” Charles echoed, his brow furrowing. “Natural? In what universe is having your girlfriend call you ‘Daddy’ natural?”

“I think we should all calm down” Alexandra interjected, trying to ease the situation, but even she felt the weight of Charles’s glare. “But maybe we should stick with first names for now?”

Charles huffed, shaking his head. “Exactly! No more pet names under my roof.”

“David,” YN interjected, her voice softer now, “just ignore them. They’re being dramatic.”

“Dramatic? I’m just looking out for you, YN!” Charles shot back, a hint of protectiveness creeping into his voice. “You deserve someone who respects the family.”

“Dad, I know that!” YN replied, her frustration bubbling over. “But I’m not a child anymore. David respects me!”

“Does he, though?” Max teased, crossing his arms, the corner of his mouth twitching up. “This could be the most entertaining dinner ever!”

“Can we just finish dinner without interrogating him?” YN pleaded, her eyes darting from her father to her uncles. “He’s a great guy. Just give him a chance.”

Alexandra put a hand on YN’s arm. “Sweetheart, we’re just trying to look out for you. You know how protective they are.”

David looked at YN, his eyes pleading for support. YN looked at everyone before saying: “I swear I’ll never call him that again. Just please let’s move on.”

Charles sighed, his demeanor softening slightly. “Fine, but we’re not done discussing this.”

“Yeah, not even close,” Lando whispered dramatically to Carlos, who nodded in agreement.

As the meal continued, the laughter resumed, but there was a newfound tension beneath the surface. YN kept stealing glances at David, who was trying to blend in and not draw more attention to himself.

“Hey, David,” Carlos said suddenly, breaking the brief silence, “what’s your favorite race track? Or is that a secret now, too?”

David chuckled, grateful for the change of subject. “I think I’d have to say Monaco, obviously! It’s iconic. But honestly, the atmosphere at Silverstone is unbeatable.”

“Nice choice,” Lando replied, nodding. “But you better be prepared for the Leclerc family charm—or lack thereof.”

“More like the Leclerc family chaos,” Max added with a grin.

“Seriously,” YN murmured to David, her eyes glinting with amusement. “You have no idea what you’re in for.”

“Just promise me one thing,” David said, leaning closer to her. “If this gets any more chaotic, you’ll save me from the crossfire, right?”

“I’ll do my best,” she replied, trying to suppress a smile.

As dessert was served—a delicious chocolate mousse—Charles took a deep breath, finally relaxing. “Alright, David. You’re still on thin ice, but I suppose you can survive the evening… for now.”

The uncles laughed, and the atmosphere shifted again, returning to the warmth that filled the Leclerc home. YN felt a wave of relief wash over her. Maybe they’d all survive this dinner after all.

As the night continued, amidst playful banter and the clinking of cutlery, YN couldn’t help but think that while her family might be a bit overprotective, it was all rooted in love. And maybe, just maybe, David would become a part of this chaotic, wonderful family after all.

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Ok but imagine: Part 3

You hate Logan but have a daughter together and he finds your sex toy

You should've known something was up when he had that cocky look on his face. The fact that his dimples were pressed in as he couldn't press the smirk on his face. "What logan." You groaned as he stepped further into the room a hand still behind his back.

"Forgot something in the bathroom."

"Logan-" You started, your eyes widening as you stood up and darted towards him as he backed up.

"They just didn't know who it belonged to but then I saw it." Logan continued, as his nostrils flared with the grin as he licked his lip. "Recognized the pink dildo you got because it looked so much like my-"

"Logan!" You gritted, stepping towards him and put a hand over his mouth. "Just shut up and give it back, this is humaliting enough."

"No no i dont think it is." He laughed, moving away from your hand and shutting your door with a soft click. "You still use it huh? Outta all your other toys?"

You neglected to make eye contact with him, crossing your arms over your chest. "C'mon nothing to say now?" He joked, as he hunched his shoulders forward as his hands remained behind his back. "Cause if you still love me and your using my dildo. Well I can give you the real thing any time you want."

"Logan I cant-"

"You say that, every time but I don't think you mean it. I think you want me to convince you that you can ask for me whenever you want. You know I'm yours and I never stopped being yours, Y/n." Logan said, his arms relaxing as he held the toy in his hands. Before moving forward to drop it in your hand, it was luckily wrapped in a towel so you didn't have to come face to face with just yet. He stepped in closer, as you looked into his eyes. "Whenever your ready I am here, and I'm always gonna be here."

"How do I know that? How do I know you won't get scared?"

"You won't, I don't know if Ill get scared again and hurt you." His hand came to his abdomen as he spoke. "But I know I don't want to, that Ill do everything I can to come back and try and be strong for you and our daughter. I can't promise that I won't fuck up again but Ill promise that I will always love you and Ill always be right here."

"Logan-"

"Just think about it." Logan murmured, his hand coming to your hair and pushing it away from your face. You leant in to his touch, his green hazel eyes hypnotizing you before you glanced over at his plump lips. Your hand shakily came up to his face, his eyes closing at the touch.

"Gotta kiss me first." You pressed.

"Yeah why's that?"

"Gonna have to think over something right?" You joked as he grunted his hand coming to the back of your neck to pull your mouth into his. You moaned into the kiss, the feeling so foreign to you but so comforting. Before you can deepen the kiss Logan moves back slightly breathless. Your hand moved to his chest, patting his pec as he watched your every movement. "Now bye Lo."

"Bye sweetheart."

tags: @ohtobemare@jessjessmarvelandhp

@chronicallybubbly @delicateholland @bubblegumholland@mega-kittyglitter-1

[scrollonso]

Watch It — Pedroscar

"Not fucking happening."

Pedro chuckled, glancing at Oscar. "Hey, watch the language. No cuss words, remember?"

Oscar rolled his eyes, annoyed. "Seriously, Pedro? You’re really gonna nag me about that right now?"

Pedro shrugged, still in a lighthearted mood. "Just keeping you in check."

Oscar huffed, folding his arms. "Maybe you should worry about something else for once."

Pedro’s expression shifted, the joking tone fading. "Osc, what’s with the attitude?"

Oscar glared back at him. "Why the hell do you care? Just drop it."

Pedro’s voice grew firmer. "I’m not going to just drop it. What’s going on with you?"

Oscar clenched his jaw, refusing to answer.

Pedro stepped a little closer, his tone serious now. "Watch your mouth, okay?"

Oscar stared at Pedro, the tension between them thick. "Fuck off"

And then Pedro knew exactly what Oscar was doing.

He stepped forward, crowding right into Oscar's space and grabbed his hair, yanking his head back so the Aussie was kneeling slightly, having to look at him as he towered over his boyfriend.

"Do as I fucking say, Oscar," he said, voice dangerously low.

Oscar stared back up at him, defiant expression betrayed by the clear excitement in his eyes. "Make me."

"Nasty little thing," he spat, pulling harshly on Oscar's hair again and leaning down over him. "Listen, because I'm only going to say this once. I'm going to go speak to Zak Brown, since you've given up your only chance to act right, and you are going to take your ass home, undress except your boxers, and you're going to wait for me like that. And you are not to touch yourself, and you know that I will know if you have, you fucking hear me?"

Oscar visibly shivered at the hard edge in Pedro's voice. "Fine."

"Can I say- " Pedro put a hand at the base of Oscar's throat, a shadow of a hold with just enough pressure that he could tell the driver was getting wet in his trousers over it. "Do as I say. Go."

He let go of Oscar's hair and neck at the same time, unable to resist the urge to give him a sharp little spank as he turned to walk away. Oscar glared at him, feigning indignation, and stalked out of the room, leaving Pedro alone with his now extremely tight trousers to think over exactly how he was going to put Oscar in his place when he got home. The Aussie was going to enjoy this more than he would community service.

Half an hour later, Oscar was laid out on their bed exactly as Pedro had told him to be, wearing nothing but Pedro's favorite pair of boxer briefs that Oscar had stolen out of his drawer just for this occasion, knowing that having taken something of Pedro's without asking would be extra cause for punishment.

He rubbed at himself impatiently through the fabric, his thoughts on how Pedro would react once he got home — how rough the Spaniard would hopefully be with him considering how he was acting.

Oscar closed his eyes and sighed; he was hard and dripping wet, leaving a spot he knew Pedro would see as soon as he looked at them when he got home. He'd been dying for this since the day they'd talked about doing it and had decided that morning that he couldn't wait any longer. A flutter of anticipation rippled through him just knowing he had broken rules — serious or not — on purpose and that he was about to get caught and punished for it. He rubbed himself a little harder, just to make sure the wet spot would be nice and visible.

After what felt like hours — but was only about ten more minutes — he heard Pedro's keys scraping in the lock and the front door opening. He sat up on the bed, trying to arrange himself to look both sexy and defiant.

He settled for leaning back against the pillows with his legs closed and bent to one side, hiding the damp spot he knew had appeared by now.

Pedro was apparently feeling just as impatient as he was, as he was quickly striding into the room, boots and jacket still on.

He looked Oscar up and down, gaze both scrutinizing and hungry. "Why're you sitting like that? What're you hiding?" He said, eyes focused on Oscar's crotch as he quickly pulled his — Oscar's — jacket off. "Couldn't stay out of my drawers either; nasty. You've been wearin' those all day, haven't you? Just takin' my things without asking?"

Oscad pulled his bitchiest face and refused to say anything, throbbing as Pedro pulled his boots off, sacrificing grace for speed. "Disobedient. Spread your legs."

Oscar huffed a sigh, keeping his legs together as he extended them back out in front of himself.

"That wasn't a suggestion, Piastri," Pedro said, standing firmly at the end of the bed with his arms crossed. "Legs. Open. Now"

Oscar's expression flickered as he felt a flare of deep-seated desire to be punished and finally, bitchy face back in place, he spread his legs out wide, putting the wet spot he'd intentionally rubbed into the fabric on display.

"Called you disobedient too soon," Pedro said, walking around one side of the bed and bending over him to look more closely at it. He pressed a firm hand onto the inside of Oscar's thigh to hold him open wider, using his other to touch the wet spot, shaking his head.

"Little brat can't keep his hands to himself, gonna have to restrain them for him," he said, opening up the drawer of the beside table and pulling out a small box.

Oscar held his breath as Pedro took the lid off; they'd ordered this together but he'd promised not to look until they were using it. He let out a breath and felt himself pulsate as Pedro took out the black leather collar, thick silver chain, and two leather cuffs held together by a thinner chain.

Pedro picked up the collar and inspected it for a moment, looking down at it with enormous smugness before flicking his eyes up to Oscar. "On," he said, turning it so that Oscar could see the back, which in large gold metal letters read 'Pedro's.'

Using all of his self control not to moan like a whore at being told to put on a collar with his boyfriend's name on it, Oscar stared right back at Pedro as he took the leather and placed it around his neck.

"Thats fucking right," Pedro said, self-satisfaction dripping off every syllable like molasses. He grabbed each ring at the end of the collar and jerked Oscar forward with them. "Now put the chain in," he said, nodding at the thick chain on the bed between them.

"Hmph," Oscar spat as if he didn't want to. He kept staring defiantly up at him as he picked the chain up, fumbling slightly as he threaded it through the two metal rings, leaving each end to dangle freely.

Pedro released the collar, trailing his fingers down either side of the chain and taking each of the clasps in one hand as he reached the bottom. He stared Oscar down for a silent moment before giving the chain a short, sharp tug, forcing the collar to tighten.

Oscar couldn't help it, he gasped at the sudden light pressure around his throat, throbbing at the feeling of giving Pedro so much control over him. He let out just a hint of a whine when Pedro hooked a finger under his chin, tilting his head further up while he looked down his nose at him.

"Begging to be broken," he said, accent infecting his words in the way that never failed to get Oscar soaking in his pants. He loosened his grip on the chain as he picked up the cuffs, letting them hang off one finger and holding them out to Oscar. "On."

Oscar hesitated for a second before snatching the cuffs up, the thin chain connecting them just long enough that he was able to get them both on himself. His breaths came quick and shallow as Pedro took his time clipping each end of the heavier chain onto one of the handcuffs, securing them so that any downward pull of Oscar's hands would force the collar tighter around his throat.

"There we go," he said, pulling at the section of the chain at the collar, loosening it while forcing Pedro's hands up towards his neck. "Restrained like you fucking deserve. Come sit on the edge of the mattress."

With a huff and an eye roll, Oscar scooted to the edge of the bed, holding his hands stiffly in front of his chest to keep the collar loose. He kept his face carefully arranged in a careless sneer while Pedro reached back into the still open drawer and pulled out a curved, purple vibrator with a magnet on the back. It was about two and a half inches long, like a flattened out crescent moon, and Oscar knew exactly what Pedro was going to do with it.

"Spread your legs," Pedro instructed, knocking one of Oscar's knees to the side with his own to make a point. The boy did as he was told, looking up at his boyfriend impatiently.

Pedro took his time disconnecting the magnet from the back of the vibrator, unnecessarily fidgeting with it for an extra moment before taking the toy between his first two fingers and slipping it beneath the waistband of the red boxers, chuckling when Oscar squirmed as the still-off toy rubbed along his dick. "Yeah, impatient for it, aren't you, amor?" He taunted, getting it into place and sticking the magnet on the outside of the panties to hold the toy in place. "Trust me, you got a lot more waiting to do."

"Says you," Oscar spat, hips wriggling a bit despite himself at the new friction of the toy.

Pedro slowly leaned forward until his lips were hovering over Oscar's, placing a finger on the thin chain connecting the soft handcuffs and gently pushing it down, giving Oscar just a little bit of pressure around his throat again. "Yes, Piastri," he said, all confidence and surety. "Says. Me."

Oscar let out the smallest hint of a whine; he absolutely refused to break this early on.

Pedro breathed a laugh. "That's right, good and ready to be punished. Nasty thing." He leaned back, picking up the small clicker control for the vibrator. "You'll get what you deserve when I say so."

Oscar feigned a small struggle against his restraints, impatient and acting like he wanted to take control back from Pedro.

"You alright?" Pedro said, giving Oscar a more meaningful look.

Oscar nodded, face open and sincere. "Yes, definitely."

Pedro nodded back, holding the control for the vibe up. "Good," he said, giving the button a slow, purposeful click.

Oscar lurched forward and curled in on himself a bit; the stimulation was practically heaven after waiting for so long but fuck this was the lowest speed and they were only just getting started -

"Feels good, does it, amor?" Oscar tried to clamp his legs shut to force the toy up against himself harder but Pedro quickly moved between them, keeping them open. "Answer me, Piastri."

Oscar squirmed again, desperately rocking his hips forward to chase further friction. "Yes," he admitted, still doing his best to look defiant and like he wasn't enjoying himself too much.

"Yes, what?" Pedro prompted.

Oscar stayed silent for a beat, pushing the boundary of what if would take for more punishment.

Pedro held up the clicker again, this time as a warning. "Oscar."

"Yes, sir," Oscar said, practically spitting out the honorific as if it meant nothing to him.

"Better," Pedro said, lowering the clicker and setting it down on the bed. "Think I'll take my shirt off, hm? Bit hot in here."

Oscar watched hungrily as his boyfriend made a small production of slowly untucking his t shirt and pulling it up and off over his head, tossing it carelessly over towards the clothes hamper. "Lovely when you listen," he said, putting a finger until Oscar's chin to tilt his face up, "now I wanna see you work harder. Get yourself there for me."

"Hmph," Oscar huffed, face recalcitrant even as he did as he was told, trying to angle his hips downward to push it against himself harder.

"Good lad," he said, picking up the control again and with another click upping the speed, giving a small smile when Oscar's whole body jolted at the sudden change, hips stuttering while he smeared slick deeper into the fabric of the briefs and all over the singular ridge in the center of the vibrator.

Pedro just kept staring down his nose at him, forcing his chin up, calmly watching as his brat did exactly as he was instructed to, slipping closer and closer, hands squeezed tightly into fists still held stiffly at his pecs, collar loose around his throat. Oscar felt it coming on already; he was far more worked up than usual from the build up of being allowed to act out and knowing he would be punished for it -

"Tell me when you get close," Pedro said, cocking his head slightly to the side as he considered Oscar.

"F- fuck, I'm- I'm fucking close, you- "

With a quick raise of his hand and click of the remote Pedro shut the vibrator off. "Stop," he demanded, pulling his hand out from under Oscar's chin. The Aussie let out a loud, indignant whine, hunching forward again as he throbbed at the abrupt end to the sensation.

"Look at me," Pedro said, unbothered by Oscar's irritation.

When he saw the older man's head turn further away he knew only one thing would make him listen.

SLAP.

It practically echoed through their bedroom, the first thing he noticed on Oscar's face as he looked up was the deep red mark already lingering on his skin

"See, was that so fucking hard, bitch?" He started undoing his pants, taking a step back from the edge of the bed and the taller man. "On your knees."

Oscar took his time shuffling forward, distracted by Pedro's newly exposed bulge, and apparently that was too slow for his boyfriend, who used one fluid motion to hook his finger around the chain between the cuffs again and give it a short, sharp yank.

Oscar moaned loudly at the sudden constricting of the collar around his throat, eyes fluttering shut at the medium pressure.

"Oh that feels good, doesn't it sweetheart," Pedro said, leaning forward so that his smirk was hovering right over the gasps slipping out between Oscar's lips. "Yeah, I know what you need. You can have it if you learn how to behave like a good boy and take your punishment. What do you say? How bad do you wanna suck me off?"

He let up on the cuffs to make sure Oscar could speak comfortably. "I- I wan' it," he said, defiance in his voice weakened to a mildly protesting tone.

"How badly, amor?" Pedro let go of the cuffs entirely to put his fingertips back under Oscar's chin, softly sliding his hand down the front of his throat to toy with the slack of the heavier chain in the collar. He loved feeling larger than Oscar who — in every way — was larger than Pedro. "Good boys use their words and ask for what they want."

"I- I want it," Oscar repeated, "I want it and I want it now."

Pedro shook his head. "I'd hardly call that askin' nicely; try again, baby."

Oscar bit back a moan as he slowly pulled on the thicker chain, getting just enough tension that his bound hands started to move up towards his collar bones and the collar pulled him forward. "I want it now- sir," he whined, a mix of demanding and needy.

"Better," Pedro said. "Not perfect, but we'll get you there. Now do as I said, on your knees. Since you want it so bad," he taunted.

Glaring up at him, Oscar did as he was told and dropped off the edge of the bed onto his knees, licking his lower lip as his eyes flicked between Pedro's face and the tent his erection was making in his boxers.

"Sweet," the Spaniard teased, running his fingers through Pedro's hair. "See, you know how to behave."

"Ugh," Oscar huffed and rolled his eyes. Pedro's fingers tightened hard in his hair and brought his face forward to practically smash into his clothed hard on; Oscar moaned and opened his mouth immediately, dampening the fabric with a long, hard lick over the underside of Pedro's dick.

"Bad boy, talking back," Pedro chastised, "gonna have to fuck that rude little mouth of yours to teach you some manners."

Oscar moaned shamelessly into Pedro's cock, still mouthing at it like a popsicle through his pants; he'd been dying for Pedro's dick down his throat all day.

"Pull them down," Pedro demanded, yanking Oscar back by the hair. The older man let out a hard exhale of pleasure as his scalp burned from having his hair pulled so hard.

He reached up and pulled down Pedro's underwear, practically drooling at how heavy his cock hung in front of his face, leaning forward with an open mouth but finding himself being tugged sharply backwards by the hair again.

"What do we say when we want something?"

"Fucking give me-"

Oscar gasped and almost gagged when Pedro jammed his free thumb into his mouth and pressed down hard on his tongue. "Try again."

"Hnnggghhhhhh," Oscar whined around the hand prying his mouth open, looking up at his boyfriend with something hovering between bitchy irritation and genuine pleading.

"I said, try. again," Pedro said, forcing his head back by the hair until Oscar was looking directly up at him.

Oscar gave his first pout of the night. "Hhhleaahhhh?" he managed around Pedro's thumb.

"One more time for us, love," Pedro said, letting up on Oscar's tongue to let him talk more easily.

Oscar paused. "Pleathze?" he said more clearly.

"Much better," Pedro praised. Keeping Oscar's mouth held open for another moment, he pulled him forward and, one hand still tight in his hair, fucked almost his entire length into Oscar's mouth.

Oscar took every inch with greedy enthusiasm, straining forward further to try and get it further back into this throat.

The grip on his hair tightened, pulling hard on his scalp, and Pedro pulled his hips back ever so slightly. "You'll get more if you keep acting right," he said calmly, death grip holding his boyfriend's head in place as he started slowly fucking in and out of his mouth. "This is enough for now."

Even after as long as they'd been together Oscar still had to fight not to gag on just how big Pedro was; he was only three quarters of the way in but his tip still teased just down Oscar's throat on every thrust.

"Nice and quiet now," his boyfriend hummed. "Let's see how well you hold together for me with a bit more from my briefs."

Oscar's composure slipped as Pedro clicked the vibrator back on, gagging on his cock. Pedro took the opportunity to fuck further into his face, tip slipping all the way back until the end of Oscar's nose was just barely touching his bush.

"Good fucking boy," Pedro growled, "gonna fuck your throat harder 'til you've learned your lesson about mouthing off at me, sí? You ready for it?"

Oscad tried to reach out to grab at Pedro's thighs but was stopped by the chain tightening the collar around his throat, moaning at the tightness combined with half-choking on Pedro's dick.

"Trying to choke yourself, hm?" Pedro asked, pulling all the way out and forcing Oscar's hands back up to loosen the collar again. "Good boys ask their daddies permission first. Be a good boy now."

Heaving a few breaths at suddenly being able to breathe again, Pedro's hips jerked and he squeezed his thighs shut to force the vibrator up harder onto his dick. He took one last deep breath to try and steady himself.

"Please," he finally said, voice a bit thin from the way the younger mans cock had been shoved down it.

"Please what?" Pedro said, lazily stroking himself and holding up the vibrator control again.

"Please daddy," Oscar said quickly, not wanting the toy to shut off yet. "Please daddy let me choke myself a little."

"Aw, there he is," Pedro said. He patted Oscar twice on the cheek, making the boy scowl and harrumph. "Asking like a sweetheart. Just be careful, ey?" He loosened his grip on Oscar's hair for a moment. "You remember the sign for stop?"

Oscar nodded and held both his hands up, palms towards Pedro's legs, and closed his fingers into a full-hand pinch.

"Good," Pedro nodded. "Now open up."

No sooner did Oscar open his mouth back up than Pedro was ramming back in, this time fucking fast and hard to the hilt, quickly setting a punishing pace as he used his boyfriend's mouth.

"Take it baby, just like that," he said, fisting Oscar's hair hard again and exhaling sharply every time he slipped back into his throat. "And don't you fucking dare cum, I know you get off on having your throat used like this."

He grunted at the way Oscar's whining made his mouth vibrate around his cock: "That's right, feels fucking incredible; little bitch getting punished like he fucking deserves."

Oscar started to whine harder and louder as he got closer to cumming, pulling the collar just tight enough on his throat that he could feel the added pressure just barely restricting his breathing. Pedro felt himself throb hard watching Oscar's eyelids fall shut while he squirmed against the toy between his legs, fuck they were both close from enjoying this so much, fuck-

Oscar cried out again when Pedro suddenly pulled back out of his mouth, cock angry and rock solid and dripping with Oscar's saliva, and quickly clicked the vibrator off.

"Up on the bed," Pedro demanded, tugging on the heavy chain at Oscar's throat. "On your back for me, now."

Pouting, Oscar did as he was told and hurried up onto the bed, lying back against the pillows and looking furiously distraught. "Come on, I've been good enough, how much longer are you going to keep-"

"Enough." Pedro practically ripped the boxers that Oscar had made a sopping wet mess of off of him, pulled the vibrator off, and quickly stuffed them into Oscar's mouth as a makeshift gag.

"You can have that out when you're ready to stop talkin' back," Pedro said, shoving his own pants down to his knees as he climbed on top of his boyfriend, betraying how eager he was to keep going. "Gonna fuck this sweet little hole til you're beggin' me to let you get off."

Oscar was so slippery and wet from being edged so hard that the shorter man had no issue slipping inside him, getting halfway in on the first stroke. He let out an animalistic moan as he pulled out and thrust back in harder, grabbing his little toy by the hips for leverage as he bullied his way in, deeper and deeper.

"Gonna take every fuckin' inch of me," Pedro growled, watching as Oscar's cuffed hands bounced on his chest and his eyes rolled back, groaning deep and hard around the makeshift gag. "That's right; know how to act right once you're on your back with your legs open, hm? Ready to tell me you're done bein' a brat yet?"

"Mmm- mm-mmm," Oscar hummed out a protest, shaking his head no for extra emphasis.

"Nasty," Pedro chided. "Not to worry, I'll fuck that attitude all the way outta you."

Oscar's eyebrows contracted up hard as Pedro hoisted him up by the waist so that his ass was just hovering off the bed, wrapping his legs tightly around his boyfriend.

Pedro bent further over him, caging him in with his arms and pounding him so hard that the room was full of nothing but the lewd slapping of their skin, their heavy breaths and groans of pleasure drowned out by the ruthless fucking Oscar was getting.

"Hmmmph- hmmm," Oscar whined, tapping up on Pedro's chest.

The pre-arranged signal was promptly recognized; Pedro propped himself up on one arm and thrust all the way in again, grinding deep and hard until Oscar was twitching and gasping around the underwear again.

"Ready to tell me you're done talkin' back?" Pedro asked, running a finger over Oscar's lower lip.

Oscar nodded and whined, looking all too ready to give in.

"One more, hm?" Pedro reached down and put his fingers over Oscar's cock, waiting for the other's approval.

Oscar gave him a meaningful nod and Pedro started rubbing hard circles over his erection, twitching as Oscar clenched around him as he got closer and closer-

Pedro ripped his hand away when he could feel that Oscar was right on the precipice, savouring the almost tortured moan he let out and the denial.

He gently took the panties with one hand and slowly pulled them out of Oscar's mouth. "Say it."

"I... fu- god," Oscar struggled to catch his breath. "I'm done, I won't-"

"Come now, say it proper," Pedro said, tossing the panties to the side and grinding deep and hard up against Oscar as a punishing distraction. "Say, 'I won't talk back to daddy anymore.'"

"I won't- I won't talk back to daddy anymore," Oscar repeated, hips jerking desperately as he fought for more friction on his cock. "Please, I- I promise I won't talk back to daddy again, I promise-"

"Now that's a good fuckin' boy," Pedro said, "and good boys who don't talk back are allowed to get off."

The air was punched out of Oscar's lungs as Pedro started fucking him mercilessly again, yanking him up by the heavy chain at his throat so they were nose to nose. "Come on baby, say it, say it loud," he breathed, "tell me who this pussy belongs to."

"Y- you, you it- fu... yours," Oscar gasped out. "It's yours, GOD, YOURS- "

"That's fuckin' right it is," Pedro said, voice low and gravelly. "Wanna feel it cum for me, wanna feel you cum on me, come on baby get off for me now, right fuckin' now, wanna feel it-"

He was cut off by Oscar arching off the bed until only his shoulders and ass were still on it, tense and shaking while he came, eyes squeezed shut and choking on his own breath. Pedro dropped the chain and seated himself balls deep to grind up against his dick through it, trying to last until Oscar was finished.

"Please... please come inside daddy," Oscar said weakly as he started to come down. "Inside, please-"

That was all it took to tip Pedro over the edge: the sight of Oscar on his back, face flushed, eyes hazy, begging for his cum, bound in a collar with his name on it-

"Shit- shitshitshit-"

He barely managed to keep himself propped up as he spilled into Oscar's hole, chest heaving as he pushed their hips together as tightly as possible, wanting to make sure none of it leaked back out.

Oscar pressed his hands against his boyfriend's chest as much as he could with them still bound, watching his face while he finished deep inside him, wanting to commit to every last second of this to memory.

He waited until Pedro's body started to relax, watching him slowly blink his eyes back open, and reached up and put his hands on either side of Pedro's neck, pulling him down for a breathless kiss.

They stayed like that a moment, Oscar just kissing all over Pedro's lips and cheeks while the man struggled to catch his breath again. "It's okay, Osc," Pedro finally managed. "You don't have to-"

"I want to," Oscar said, unable to hold back any longer. "I want to, Pedro."

Pedro lowered his bodyweight onto Oscar at the words, covering him like a living weighted blanket. He used a hand to help open one of the cuffs to let Oscar's hands free, blinking as Oscar hurried to do the other on his own. He took the clip of the heavier chain himself, making Pedro slow down while he carefully undid the clasp and gently pulled it out through the collar.

Pedro found himself again watching Oscar's face, painted with care and concern and love as he eased the chain out and set the restraints off to the side.

Oscar put his unbound hands up on Pedro's cheeks, pulling him down for a real kiss, slow and soft. He hummed as he felt Pedro relax into him further, the deep pressure and shared heat grounding him in the present.

He let Pedro pull back after a moment, rubbing his thumb along one of his boyfriend's cheekbones.

"How're you feeling, amor?" Pedro asked him, leaning into the touch.

"Hm," Oscar said, almost amused by the question. "Very happy to be here with you." Pedro smiled back at him, closing his eyes as Oscar's fingertips traced over top his buzzcut. "How are you feeling?"

"Just... wanted to make sure it was what you wanted," Pedro said, once again looking at him with a tinge of concern.

Oscar pressed another soft, reassuring kiss to Pedro's lips. "It was perfect," he said softly. "That was exactly what I wanted. Was it what you wanted?"

Pedro pulled him ever closer, face pressed into the side of Oscar's neck. " 'nd more," he murmured against the beat of Oscar's heart in his throat. "You're incredible."

Wrapping his arms and legs tightly around his boyfriend, Oscar let him lie like that for a bit, chests rising and falling in a complimentary opposite pattern, until Pedro finally said: "What d'you think, shower? Bath? Want me to just clean you up here?"

"Shower," Oscar said right away. That was the only thing that hadn't firmly settled on with this plan, but now Oscar was aching for that type of intimacy. "Long as you're up for it."

Pedro lifted his head for another soft, loving kiss. "Absolutely."

Ten minutes later, Oscar was stepping into the shower that Pedro had insisted on warming up for him, not letting him get a word out before he was leaning into him and burrowing his head into Pedro's shoulder.

Pedro chuckled at the unexpected affection, pressing a kiss to Oscar's rapidly dampening temple as he started slowly massaging soap into his skin.

Oscar was extremely particular about what brand of soap he used where Pedro couldn't care less, so their bathroom was always kept well stocked with the 3-for-five packaging-free lavender soap that Oscar liked.

He inhaled the scent, calming and reassuring in its familiarity, while his boyfriend slowly cleaned him, top to bottom, inch by careful inch until he moved to set the bar down and wash himself-

"Please let me."

Pedro paused for a beat and then brought the soap back to place it in Oscar's waiting hand.

He kissed Pedro's scruffy cheek as he took it. "Gracias."

Pedro slowly relaxed under Oscar's touch, and although the boy moved a bit faster than he had, he was no less loving and his touches were no less treasured by Pedro than the Spaniard's own were by Oscar.

They spent a bit longer in the shower, Pedro making sure every little smudge and speck was gone, but not long after they were cuddled in bed, warm and quiet, Pedro gently massaging over where the cuffs had been on Oscar's wrists.

"They really were comfortable," Oscar remarked honestly. "The collar too; I'm almost surprised."

"Looked incredible on you," Pedro complimented him, kissing the back of one of his hands. "All of it. Fucking gorgeous with my name around your neck like that."

Oscar almost giggled as Pedro pulled him in to spoon him closer, kissing the side of his neck. "Pedro?" The Spaniard hummed "Can I swear again?" Oscar asked quietly.

Pedro gave one last gentle, sleepy kiss to the corner of Oscar's jaw. "Only if you do community service."

[i-just-like-goats]

Hi! Can I request Karma Akabane x female reader that's like Dazai? She's funny and likes teasing people, but she's secretly very cunning and manipulative and more intelligent than Karma. She's good at fighting, but she uses her brain and cunningness to defeat her opponent, and she proves to be a match against Nagisa. I hope you have a great day/night ❤

Hi anon! Yes I can, anything for my first husbando❤ sorry it took a while loll😅ahh you’re so sweet, hope your day/night is great as well!

Karma x Female Reader

Summary: where the class wants you two to date + in the ask.

Warnings: a brief fight scene. Use of those green rubber knives, tbf it's assassination classroom, so yeah

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Part 2

"Hey Shiota, who's the redhead sleeping in the tree?"

"Hm? Oh that's Karma, I forgot that you haven't met him yet, but it makes sense. He skips class and you joined us very recently,"

"You're rambling. What are you waiting for? Let's go meet him,"

"We should complete the task that Mr Karasuma set us,"

"Fine, fine. Come on,"

You steadied your feet ready for Nagisa to charge. He did the exact opposite and instead walked to you. Your neck tingled.

"Wipe that creepy smile from your face," you teased.

Nagisa took advantage of your momentary distraction to jab the knife towards your torso. You smirked. Too predictable with his surprise attacks. It was the same as yesterday. You easily dodged his arm, grabbed his elbow and shoulder and pinned him down. He struggled under your grasp, but in vain. You lightly tapped the knife on his forehead.

"Your movements are too predictable." You smiled. "Now come on, Karma's the only one I haven't met and you're going to introduce us,"

"Why?" Nagisa rubbed his head, "With your personality, the two of you are bound to become friends quickly,"

"How so?"

"There are some aspects where you're exactly like him,"

"Yo Nagisa," Karma called.

He walked over to a cross legged Naagisa while you crouched next to Nagisa. Karma paused.

"Who's the girl?"

"Y/N L/N, a pleasure to meet you,"

"Karma Akabane. The pleasure's all mine,"

Nagisa sighed. Of course the two most dangerous people in his life would get along just fine.

The next morning, Karma actually participated in the lesson. It would be a lie if he said he wasn't intrigued by how you took down Nagisa. Sure Nagisa was the sweetest person that you would ever meet but that made him all the more dangerous. Underneath his cheerful exterior lay a serpent filled with bloodlust. Karma was slightly envious of Nagisa's natural assassin capabilities, so to see his somewhat rival beaten in a battle of wits, it certainly caught Karma's attention.

Once again, Nagisa lay on his back while you smiled.

"Hey L/N, you up for a challenge?"

"Sure,"

"Fight me,"

"Alright Akabane, let's go,"

The class stopped to stare. Two very capable fighters with very distinct fighting styles that almost always guaranteed their win, were going to fight? That was something they could not miss. Even Ms Jelavic stepped outside to see the cause of sudden silence.

"Please don't kill her Karma," Nagisa chided.

"You kidding? I'm going to come at her like I would with Koro sensei." His eyes met yours. "I suggest you do the same,"

"I wouldn't have it any other way,"

You lunged your knife forwards. He easily evaded, then swung his knife with his left hand towards your face. You grimaced, you wouldn’t be fast enough to dodge, so you tilted your head, opened your mouth wide and clamped down on the knife.

“What-”

You let go of the knife and kicked Karma’s abdomen, with enough strength to wind him. He stumbled backwards from the shock. You dropped to the floor and moved your leg to sweep him off his feet.

“Come on, that was futile. I know you can do better than that,”

“You may be right.” You smiled.

You threw your knife directly at Karma’s face. Karma’s eyes widened, he smirked. Creative, but a waste. Everyone gasped.

“But, it looks like I win,”

With a grin, you stood behind Karma with a knife held up to his throat.

“When did you?”

“I borrowed your knife. Sorry, but I noticed the extra knife in your pocket, so I used it without asking first,”

“That’s quite alright, nice observation. That was a fun fight,”

“Thank you, I enjoyed too,”

You lowered his knife from his throat and picked up the knife you threw.

“You’re fast, I didn’t even notice that you moved,”

“It comes with practice, but you’re fast yourself, you still dodged the knife I threw at a close range, but clearly not fast enough,”

Karma glared playfully at you as you gave finger guns in return.

“My students are such strong assassins! I’m so proud,” Koro sensei cried.

“It’s all thanks to the excellent teaching our top tier teachers are giving us,” you complimented with a smile.

“You’re too kind Y/N!”

Koro sensei hugged the two of you. 

“I’ve changed my mind, you are no longer a top tier teacher. Your teaching is inadequate,” you complained.

That only prompted Koro sensei to hug you even tighter. With furrowed eyebrows, you stared up at Koro sensei. Was there a reason why he was practically pressing you against Karma’s body?

“As much as I am fond of the two of you, this is a bit much isn’t it?” you said.

“Agreed,” 

Koro sensei giggled. How cute that confident Karma was blushing from being too close to you. Could he see a ship forming? Unable to handle being suffocated in your teacher’s arms, you push away, taking Karma with you by grabbing his forearm. He smiled gratefully, you threw a playful thumbs up in return.

The next morning, you were resting your head in your arms, not paying any attention to the class.

“Hey L/N.” Karma tapped your shoulder from the desk behind you.

You leaned your head back and looked curiously into his mischievous eyes.

“What do you say we skip next period?”

“Bit of a random offer,”

“It’ll be fun, I can tell you’re bored out of your mind sitting in this lesson,”

“Sure, I need a break,”

Before the start of the next period, you followed Karma to the tree where you first saw him.

“Oh? Are you trying to get me alone with you?” you teased.

“Yes,”

You stopped walking to stare at him.

“That was easy to get you to admit. I didn’t expect you to say that so bluntly,”

“You’re interesting, I want to get to know you some more,”

“Alright. You’re a bit mysterious yourself,”

He chuckled. You spent the rest of the school day just talking about anything and everything with Karma. Talking to him was so easy, the conversation flowed so smoothly, it was as though the two of you had known each other your entire lives.

You grabbed your bag from the classroom and walked down the mountain with Karma right by your side, still talking about whatever topic you could think of. Once you reached the school’s gates, you turned to Karma.

“I quite like you Karma,”

“The feeling’s mutual,”

"My, my, does the aloof Karma reciprocate my feelings?"

"Shut up, you make it sound like you just confessed and I accepted,"

"Well, 'like' can be interpreted in different ways. You decide which I meant. See you,"

You parted after that.

Days and weeks flew by, and each day, you found yourself growing closer and closer with Karma. Each week, you found something new to admire about Karma, such as this week, you found it adorable how he has a collection of spices at home.

Every day, Koro sensei stared at you two chatting together with a knowing smile. He would do whatever he could to let his ship sail. Fortunately, the rest of the class actually shared the same view as him on this matter.

It was so obvious to everyone that you and Karma were just a match made in heaven, the perfect couple if one of you finally decided to confess. So, Nagisa found himself in a class meeting excluding you and Karma during one of the lessons where you would both skip to spend time together. It was against his will.

“I don’t see why I need to be here,” he grumbled.

“Because Nagisa, you know the both of them the best, we need your insight,” Nakamura scolded.

Nagisa sighed at all of their outlandish plans. He was even included a couple of these plans, again against his will.

“I just don’t see why we have to interfere, can’t we just let them figure it out themselves? They’re both really smart,”

“They’re smart but not that kind of smart. Y/N may joke a lot about love but boy she is oblivious, and Karma is just too proud to admit that he actually feels something other than bloodlust,” Kayano snapped.

Nagisa shook his head. He could only imagine how Karma would react.

The next morning, Nakamura shoved Karma as he walked past her to get him to fall onto you. You stepped out of the way, allowing him to fall face first.

"You couldn't have helped me?" Karma grumbled almost incoherently.

"I know you could've easily caught yourself, but it seems that you can't. That or you wanted to fall onto me, you gremlin,"

"Whatever,"

You offered your hand and he begrudgingly accepted it. Nakamura frowned.

“Plan A didn’t work,” she whispered to Nagisa.

“I can see that. I’ve been standing next to you since you pushed Karma,”

It was time to enact Plan B. The class locked all the windows and doors of the classroom to trap the two inside alone together. An hour passed in bated silence. Nagisa tilted his head confused, why weren’t the two of you at least talking.

“We won’t let you guys out until you confess to each other!” Kayano announced to finally break the silence.

“Nufufu, no need to be shy my precious students, talking about your feelings is a healthy thing to do. I encourage you to do it more,”

“To do what more?”

Everyone slowly turned their heads towards you standing next to Karma. You and Karma stared at them expectantly. You chuckled at their mortified expressions.

“Any particular reason why the class is standing outside of the classroom?” You asked.

“It’s freaky,” Karma added.

“Someone let off a stink bomb inside the classroom so we decided to evacuate,” Nagisa said.

“Well it wasn’t me this time,” Karma said nonchalantly.

“This time? You mean it was you who pulled that prank last week!” Koro sensei exclaimed.

“Guilty.” Karma shrugged.

“This is exactly why I love you,”

“Thank you love,”

“What!” the class shouted in unison.

Your cheeky eyes met Karma’s own mischievous ones with a smirk.

“Were you guys trying to get us together with those weird actions?” you teased.

“Yes, they did,” Nagisa admitted.

“Well at least they’re together. I don't know what we would have done if Plan B didn’t work, since we didn’t plan for a third one,” Okuda said.

“You’re lucky that this idiot confessed to me while we were bunking today,”

“Only an idiot for you,” Karma replied.

The girls grabbed your arm to hear all of the details. They sat you down at your desk while they gathered in a circle around you. The boys sat scattered around the classroom feigning disinterest, but they were just as curious as the girls.

“Spill Y/N,” Fuwa demanded.

“Don’t spare any details,” Kurahashi added.

“Well, we went into the classroom, but no one was there, so we jumped out of the window and decided to bunk as usual,”

“Typical, you’re such bad influences to each other,” Kataoka scolded.

“Don’t interrupt!” Kayano snapped.

“We were talking like usual, but there was something bugging Karma so I asked, and he spontaneously told me his feelings. I was caught off guard, because I’ve never been in a situation like this. So I laughed,”

“That hurt,” Karma called from across the classroom.

You and the girls giggled.

“It was just so surreal. I was so nervous, we then just talked it out and now we’re together I guess,”

The girls squealed at the story.

“So cute!” they gushed.

Your eyes met Karma’s amidst the bombardment of questions from the girls. He smiled at you gratefully and you winked. Some things were best kept as secrets.

A/N: I will write the confession scene as an extra

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irresistible / eddie munson

rated: m (18+, minors DNI)

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cw: cursing, mentions of fighting at home, perv!eddie, panty stealing, male masturbation, piv sex, protected sex, oral (f), petnames

eddie didn't care that you were sleeping next to him. you were in those cute little panties and he simply couldn't resist.

a/n: over a month later... i'm back. college is kicking my ass so i'm not sure if i'll be able to post as frequently as i used to for a long time. hope you enjoy :)

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  “you’re sure it’s okay i stay the night?” you ask into eddie’s shoulder with a sniffle.

  eddie rolls his eyes before kissing the top of your head. “i’m sure, y/n. you need a break from that house,” eddie says, finally pulling back from your prolonged embrace.

  you nod, pulling away to wipe your tears and take a breath. “thanks, sorry for getting so worked up over something so stupid,” you force a chuckle.

  eddie frowns at you and reaches to grab your shoulder. “it’s not stupid, no one wants to listen to their family fight like that all the time,” he comforts. you just nod, thinking of all the screaming between your older sister and father that you left during. “do you want a snack or anything? i don’t really know what i have…” eddie trails, turning to head towards his cabinets.

  “n-no, eds, i’m okay. i just want to go to sleep,” you stutter, wrapping your arms around yourself. eddie turns back to you and gives a small nod. his face was set into a solemn smile and it almost made you want to cry more. 

eddie walks over and wraps his arm around you and begins taking you towards his room. “it is like one in the morning, so i guess we can do that,” he drags, trying to be goofy. “let me find you something to wear and then we can cuddle?” he suggests when he pulls you through the threshold into his room. you just nod, sniffling as he makes his way to his drawers. he finds one of his old iron maiden t-shirts and a pair of pajama pants. “here’s these, you can go ahead and change in here while i head to the bathroom.” 

you give him a tiny smile, which really is just a slight lift in the corners of your mouth, and wait for him to leave the room. you peel off the clothes you had been wearing, folding them into a nice pile on his desk and grab his shirt. it hits the top of your thighs, and is slightly oversized but you deal with it. the pants on the other hand… do not fit. you debate going through his clothes and maybe grabbing some boxers or something but would they even fit either?

you and eddie had been friends for years, best friends for the past two. he could handle you just being in your underwear, right? there was a knock on the door, causing you to turn quickly. “you decent, y/n/n?” eddie calls into the room. you bite your lip, looking down at your bare legs. 

“yeah,” you say weakly, turning to face the door. eddie swings it open, pausing when his eyes land on your legs. 

he snaps his eyes back up to your face as red flushes his cheeks. “woah, by decent i meant completely dressed, sweetheart,” he nervously chuckles, looking away from you.

you look down, feeling bad. “th-they didn’t fit right, so i figured just going without would be just fine. i’m so sorry to make you uncomfortable, eds, uh, do you have anything else or really sleeping in my jeans wouldn’t be a probl-” you begin to ramble. 

“hey, hey, take a breath, y/n. if you don’t care i don’t care. i’m not uncomfortable i just didn’t see it coming,” he reassures, walking forward and wrapping his arms around you loosely. you nod, calming down and looking down to the floor. “let’s go to bed, yeah?” he asks softly, using his forehead to nudge yours. you nod and let him pull you onto his mattress. as usual, you scoot yourself into the corner, facing the wall. 

eddie though, feels like he needs to be a better friend and harshly grabs you by the waist. you yelp as he pulls your back flat against his front and places a kiss to your shoulder. “i said we were gonna cuddle,” he reminds you and you just shake your head fondly. 

“goodnight, eds,” you say, placing your hand on top of his that was strewn over your waist. 

“night, y/n/n,” he murmurs, nuzzling his face into your back. 

eddie isn’t surprised when you fall asleep almost instantly, and he isn’t surprised when you start squirming in your sleep. you’ve always constantly moved around while sleeping and it never bothered him because it was just slight movements and eddie was convinced he could sleep through anything. but tonight, eddie made the decision to have your ass pressed up against his dick. so now, every little movement resulted in your ass grinding against him. 

“god damnit,” eddie mutters to himself, screwing his eyes shut as his dick grows to full hardness. you had squirmed enough against him that his cock was laying snug between your cheeks that were covered only by a pair of blue cotton underwear. why didn’t he just pull off, turn over, and forget about it? eddie would like to tell everyone it was because he was dedicated to making his best friend feel better. but deep down he knew why. he was a bit of a perv when it came to you. 

you were extremely unaware of the severity of this situation, but eddie was obsessed with this idea of fucking you. so having you grind your ass against him made him want to stay there all night until your subtle movements made him cum. in a dark part of his mind, he thought about pulling you onto your back, pushing your panties to the side and fucking you while you slept. but, that was just a thought in a back part of his mind, one he would never pursue.

this was not the only time eddie’s mind jumped somewhere pervy, in fact it happened a lot. it started about a year ago when he accidentally walked in on you changing. he apologized profusely at the time and he felt horrible. but when he got home that night, he jacked off to the memory of you completely naked, sifting through your pajama drawer. he imagined undoing his zipper, pulling out his cock as he walked over to you, and then pushing your torso down against the dresser as he slid into you from behind. 

that memory and fantasy fueled his nightly masturbation sessions until a few weeks later. you had gone to a pool party together and while you were splashing around in the pool, your top broke. eddie, being the kind friend he is, held you closely to his chest, hiding your bare breasts from everyone else’s eyes as you waddled your way inside. you had thanked eddie profusely that night, and eddie could only feel guilty knowing he did it to feel your hardened nipples press against his bare chest and got hard because of it. 

from then on, it only got worse… when you were grounded, eddie had to sneak in your window in order to see you. the first night, he showed up right as you walked in after a shower. he couldn’t help himself, so he sat outside the window, pumping his fist to the sight of you getting dressed and released onto your roof. he didn’t talk to you for a week after that one. 

then there comes the time he decided to steal a pair of underwear. you were walking out with your basket of laundry and a pair of panties fell out. he didn’t think, he just took them and stuffed them in his pants pocket. he used those every night, first putting them over his face, inhaling your scent and licking the crotch for the taste before wrapping them around his cock. once that pair lost its scent, he stole another. and another. and another. 

right now, he was unbelievably hard, and you just kept shuffling. eddie groans, bucking his hips into you. his eyes widen as he realizes what he’d just done and freezes. your breathing doesn’t falter, so he thinks he’s safe. eddie reluctantly pulls away from you and flops onto his back. he looks over at you, eyes trailing down your back side and stopping at your exposed, panty covered ass. his cock twitches and he brings his hands up to run them over his face. you let out a whine in your sleep, moving your legs when you realize eddie is no longer behind you. you throw one leg up, bending the knee while the other stays straight. eddie shuffles slightly, moaning lowly when he realizes he can now see the crease of your pussy lips through the fabric. he debates it for a moment, but then lays back down and reaches into his boxers. he could be quiet, he knew he could. 

he bites on his lip as he pumps his cock for the first time. he looks over to your sleeping frame, focusing on your ass as he keeps pumping himself. he thinks about cumming all over you, ruining your perfect little underwear. he holds back a groan as he imagines fucking you to an orgasm in your sleep. precum falls from his tip, getting smeared as he speeds up his hand movements. 

you let out another noise of disapproval and begin pushing yourself up. eddie freezes, hand still on his cock as you slowly turn to him. “eds?” you question groggily. eddie’s mouth falls open, in shock, not even processing enough to pull his boxers back to where they should be. you rub your eyes, trying to adjust them to the dim lightly. you scan eddie, gasping when you realize his position. 

“i’m sorry, fuck, i’m so sorry. god, i’m disgusting, y/n i am so so so sorry,” he rambles finally, tucking himself back into his boxers painfully and trying to scoot closer to you. 

you stare at him in disbelief. “were you just… jacking off?” you ask, surprise spreading through your whole body. 

eddie’s mouth opens and closes as he tries to scramble. “i-i,” he tries, you just raise your brows. “yeah,” he mutters in defeat. you open and close your mouth, throat dry. “y/n…” he says, grasping for words that could somehow fix this. 

you cough, looking to the side. “was it um… just because or, well, was it because of me?” you ask shyly, avoiding looking towards him. 

eddie knows he could lie right now, but for some reason he feels like he can’t. “um… it was because of you,” he whispers. you still avoid looking at him, chewing on your nail as eddie feels like he could cry. “i know, i’m a fucking perv and i’m so sorry, y/n. i-i don’t know what came over me-” he rambles, hoping to whatever that was up there he could fix this. 

you look up to meet his eyes, an unfamiliar look in your eyes. “why don’t you just fuck me then, eddie?” you ask, nerves eating at your insides. 

eddie’s jaw drops, gaping at you as he tries to process if what you just said was true. “you-you wanna fuck?” he stutters, disbelief flooding his veins. 

a hot blush covers your cheeks as you look down. “yeah, i do,” you whisper. eddie is in utter shock. he waits for you to back out, waiting for a sign that you were just joking. but it never comes. 

“you don’t know what you fucking do to me,” he groans, pushing you back down onto the bed and crawling on top of you. 

his hands plant firmly on either side of your head as yours reach up to wrap around his neck. “i don’t? hmm, you want to tell me how many pairs of my panties you’ve taken?” you ask and eddie’s mouth goes dry. 

he blinks and you just shake your head. “you know about that?” he asks, even more taken aback. 

you giggle innocently and nod. “i’ve known for about a month now,” you say and eddie just screws his eyes shut. “just kiss me, i know you want to,” you tease. eddie is still, trying to process the absolute whiplash he’s just experienced. but, you’re quick to pull him down and smash your lips together. eddie moans in surprise, kissing you back harder. you intertwine your fingers in his hair and tug, eliciting a groan from deep in his throat. he was still hovering considerably far above you and that just wouldn’t do. you lifted your legs, wrapping them around his waist and tugging him down. 

“eager?” eddie chuckles against your lips, dropping his hips to grind himself against you. you whine into his mouth, bucking up towards him. eddie detaches from you, pushing himself down the bed to level with your pussy. “let’s get you going then, huh, darling?” he says, pushing your thighs apart to accommodate him. 

you squirm slightly and huff. “please,” you beg, lifting your hips. eddie follows your lead, hooking his fingers into the waistband and pulling your panties off your legs in a hurry. you spread them for him, revealing your cunt to him. 

eddie closes his eyes in bliss as he lowers himself down. “been dreaming about tasting this pussy, baby,” he mutters, moving his arms to hook under your legs and pull you to his awaiting mouth. he purses his lips, letting a drop of his spit land on your clit and drip down. you whimper at the sensation and put your hands into his hair. 

“eddie, please don’t tease,” you beg, looking down at him. 

he bites his lip to hide just how big his smirk is. “what princess wants, princess gets,” he says nonchalantly before pressing his flattened tongue to your slit. you let out a gasp as he hits your clit, using his tongue to spread his spit in a circle. he smiles at how sensitive you are, lapping at your clit before experimentally wrapping his lips around it. 

your eyes roll back as he sucks your clit into his mouth. “fuck, like that,” you moan, head burried in the pillows. eddie obeys, suckling your clit while moving one hand around to tease your entrance. he feels your wetness leak from you, signaling that what he was doing was working. he slowly presses two fingers into you and is met with little to no resistance and a moan from you. his fingers sink in, going all the way to his ring clad knuckles. you tug on eddie’s hair, causing him to moan around your clit. 

eddie’s fingers begin pumping in and out of you slowly while his lips continue to work on your clit. as you pull his face into your pussy, he speeds up the pace of his fingers. “more,” you whine, head shaking side to side in need. eddie listens, adding another finger into you and flicking his tongue over your clit. he continues, not letting up until you’re soaked.

he pulls off your clit with a pop, pushing himself up to look at you while his fingers continued pumping in and out of you. “you think you’re ready for me?” he asks. you look up at him, brain going haywire at the fact that your slick was coating his chin. you nod eagerly and eddie pulls his fingers from you. “take that shirt off,” he grumbles as he pushes himself up to remove his boxers. you follow his order, propping yourself up on your elbows as you watch him grab a condom from his bedside drawer. 

“you’re so big,” you whisper, squeezing your legs together. 

eddie laughs, tearing open the foil packet. “don’t feed my ego like that, baby,” he says, rolling the condom onto himself. 

you roll your eyes, reaching out for him as he crawls back onto the bed. your hand rests on his cheek as he looks at you splayed out for him underneath him. “you’re so beautiful, baby,” he mutters, hands stroking from your breasts down past the swell of your hips. “are you sure you want to do this?” he asks again, still half convinced this is a fever dream of some sort. 

“eds, i really want you to fuck me,” you say, making him look at you. eddie closes his eyes, trying not to freak out and take this too fast. 

he moves into a better position, pushing you onto your back once more and grabbing his cock with one hand. he rubs it along your slit, gathering your arousal before tapping your clit. “you don’t know how bad i’ve wanted this,” eddie chokes as you mewl under him. you reach down, grabbing his wrist that was holding his cock. eddie watches as you help him guide his cock to your entrance. he pushes in slowly, groan leaving his lips as your walls engulf him. your eyes flutter shut as eddie gradually pushes himself all the way in. once he bottoms out with his balls sat snug against your ass you wrap your legs around him. “ready?” he asks, holding onto his last ounces of control. 

“yes,” you nod, heart beating in anticipation. eddie draws back as far as your legs allow and then pushes back in. you both let out simultaneous moans, eyes rolling back at the feeling. you’d both been wanting this for months and now it was all yours. he gradually picks up speed, sinking as far into you as he can each time. 

he grits his teeth, trying to will his orgasm back, not wanting this to be done so soon. “fuck, i don’t know how long i can last,” he grumbles.

you bite your lip, knowing you yourself was close as well. “touch my clit, eds,” you moan, tits bouncing with each thrust. eddie follows your instruction, switching his weight to one arm so he could bring his right hand down to stroke harsh lines over your throbbing clit. your eyes roll back momentarily at the new combined feeling and eddie’s hips stutter. 

he knows he can’t last more than another minute so his rubbing of your clit transforms into an assault. “cum for me, princess. want to see that beautiful face when you cum all over my cock,” he groans. 

“eddie,” you moan, nails digging into his shoulders. he’s trying his hardest to hold back, feeling as though he may cramp as he resists the urge to explode. “s-so close,” you whine, feeling the familiar bundle tightening in your core. 

his fingers press into you harder as his cock hammers into you. “cum for me, pretty baby, now,” he groans out a demand. you follow his order, letting the bundle snap to send you into a state of pure bliss. your legs shake as high pitched moans leave your lips. eddie groans, letting himself release into the condom. you both shakily ride out your highs before trying to get your breath back. eddie is yet to pull out, just weakly holding himself above you. his eyes are closed, drenched in sweat when you grab his face in your hands. 

his gaze transfers to you and a lazy smile finds his way to his face to match your own. “how’s it feel to find out that i know you’re a damn perv?” you jokingly ask. 

eddie rolls his eyes fondly. “i don’t care, you’re just so damn irresistible.” 

[books-and-catears]

Love and Consequences (Pt. 2)

Continuing from Part 1 an ask by @princesspinksakura12

This became so long what the hell-

Taglist: @my-perfect-machine @r-u-n-e @cakelqt @liminalimmortal @broslowkeysus @myphilosophertrash @theraccoonkween @yeahno28 @lucidreamsxx

TW: Harsh language, Mentions of death and trauma

It was moments after Solomon left with you, Mammon was screaming at Barabtos, holding him at the collar, demanding him to open the portal back up.

"THAT DAMNED SHADY BASTARD! Who the hell allowed him to take MC all on his own?! Why did you let them go, Barbatos?!"

"MC had collapsed. It was a matter of urgency." Barabtos ordered simply.

Mammon's arms fell limp by his sides as his eyes grew wide in shock. He was moments away from losing his sanity.

"COLLAPSED?! OH NO ARE THEY HURT?!" Asmo grew hysterical.

Satan groaned and sighed. "Of course they did... All that running around on an empty stomach in that panicked state. DAMNIT!"

"I didn't authorise this, Barabtos. Solomon could have simply healed MC here." Diavolo looked agitated.

"Apologies Young Master, I had to take the liberty of making the choice here. I shall not repeat such insubordinance again. I will accept any punishment you put forward." Barbatos bowed deeply.

The prince's eyes softened. It was rare to for Barbatos to do anything without Diavolo's permision. He shook his head, pardoning his butler.

Like a flash, Luke ran towards Lucifer and landed a punch on Lucifer's chest. Eyes red with tears and gritted teeth, "I KNEW DEMONS WERE NO GOOD! WHAT DID YOU DO TO MC?! HOW BADLY DID YOU HURT THEM?!"

Lucifer didn't stop him. He had it coming for a while now. "I apologize Luke...It seems I gravely misunderstood them..."

Simeon tried to hold the little angel, as he kicked and screamed. "MC loved you! All of you! No matter how many times I told them, you were evil, THEY DEFENDED YOU. EACH. TIME! Said you were amazing in your own special ways and hoped to stay with you ALWAYS! ...AND LOOK WHAT YOU DID TO THEM!"

Satan shut his eyes and hissed in pain like someone had burned him. He couldn't fathom the betrayal you must have felt. "Please let me see you again, MC...even if it's just to apologise and never disturb your peace again..."

Levi slumped onto the ground, hiding his face in his knees and sobbing. "I'm sorry... I'm so sorry...MC, please be okay..."

Asmo sat next to his older brother. "It's okay Levi. I know Solomon will take good care of MC."

"I hope MC eats something...they must be so tired...so hungry..." Beel leaned against a tree, eyes watering.

"DAMNIT! DAMN EVERYTHING! DAMN ME AND ALL OF YOU LOSERS!" Mammon hit his fist against a tree trunk with a loud thud, and sank to the ground.

"You went too far, Diavolo. Your cause might be noble but what were you thinking getting MC deliberately killed and brought to life like that? I'm sorry but we'll be taking our leave from Devildom." Simeon announced, finally coaxing Luke away from Lucifer.

Mere minutes had passed since you left Devildom and things were already falling apart.

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It took you more than a few days to get back up on your feet again. Solomon tended to you diligently and for that you were grateful.

Simeon and Luke came to visit and decided to stay instead. You were more cared for here than you ever were back in the House of Lamentation. There wasn't incessant screaming and threatening, nor people pulling you into opposite directions. Atleast for now, everything was calm. Everything was good.

And that's where your panic set in. The calm before the storm. You were sure something was coming. Something bad.

"Simeon...you and Lucifer are still close aren't you?" You asked him in the middle of preparing dinner.

Simeon was taken aback, but only for a moment. "I haven't correspondended with him since I left the program, MC. I know you're still afraid but..."

He took your hands in his and squeezed for comfort. "Please trust me when I tell you, I'm on your side. I could never hurt someone as kind as you." He calmed your heart for now.

Another day, you leaned toward Solomon as he was working with potions in his in-house lab. "Do you not want Lucifer's pact anymore?"

Solomon paused what he's doing and stared at you. He smiled knowing what you really meant to ask. "No, MC I'm not inclined to expose our location just to win Lucifer's favour. I'd rather have your company than his powers anyway."

You smiled, leaning on his shoulder, feeling calmer.

Sometimes even Barabtos came to visit you, carrying all your favourite refreshments from Devildom. And you allowed it. He'd helped you escape after all.

"Was Diavolo angry?" You said, during tea-time with him. "I hope he didn't punish you too severely. All because you helped me-"

Barbatos shook his head, smiling sadly. "I'm afraid he's been punishing himself far more than me. He stays locked up in his room working, refuses to meet the brothers. He said he's rethinking the whole program. I don't think he's smiled even once since you left."

You didn't know what to say. You didn't expect the future King of Devildom to be this affected by your absence.

"I hope you will forgive him, MC. I know you might not believe me, but you are very dear to Young Master." Barbatos pleads as he pushes another box of your favourite tarts towards you.

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"MC, hide, quick!" Luke called out to you one evening. You were getting the table ready for your usual supper with them when the little angel burst into the room.

The demons are coming.

You understood without another word. Solomon held open the door and you hurried inside. "Don't come out unless you want to. I'll keep them out. Simeon will keep you safe inside so noone can sneak in."

"Thank you. From the bottom of my heart." You touched his face and dashed inside. Right into Simeon's open arms.

"WHERE IS MC?!"

"WHERE DID YOU HIDE THEM!!?"

"MC?! MC you're in there aren't you?!"

You whimpered at their voices. Memories of the chaos, the pain, the noise - it all came back all at once. You covered your ears and curled into yourself.

"Shh shh, it's okay I got you. You're not alone this time." Simeon's arms were tight and warm. You sunk right into them.

"MC isn't ready to see anyone yet."

"And who the hell are ya to decide that for them?!"

"Out of the way, Solomon!"

"No."

"Move or we'll make you move."

"Seriously Solomon, it's been long enough we only want to apologise-"

"No fuck that, I'm sure he's keeping MC hostage here for his own reasons!"

Your heart sank as the confrontation grew more heated. All seven of them at once? No, you couldn't put anyone through what they did to you. Sure Solomon was strong, but you weren't going to risk it.

"I want to go help..." You beckoned to Simeon. He nodded. He'd join you.

You heard crashing and groaning and ran to the door. Screw this, you're not going to hide anymore.

"Stay. The. Fuck. Down."

You ordered through gritted teeth as you pulled the door open. Everyone except Lucifer and Belphie kneeled to the floor. To your relief, Solomon was unharmed.

"MC, are you really okay to-?" He asked, worried.

"I'll be okay. Just stay next to me, please." You smiled bravely.

Simeon stood on your other side, seething with anger at Belphie who was now trying to call out to you.

"MC, I... I'm..." He started.

"What more could you possibly want?" You said, bitterly. "Watching me die once wasn't enough? You need to see me trembling in fear again, do you?!

"No, no it's not-"

"We want to make pacts with you too." Lucifer answered. "Him and me. With all of us under your control, you need not be scared of us anymore."

Your eye twitched in disbelief. They can't be serious. But lo and behold there were two new pact marks on your skin.

"What?"

"Yes they did it right away, darling! So you can come back and everything will go back to the way it was!" Asmo piped in.

"It was Belphie's idea, MC. He will try his best to make amends, you have my word for it." Beel bowed.

"So none of you see a problem with this?" You tightened your fist. "You think a pact will solve everything?"

They all exchanged confused glances. How infuriating.

"Let me put it in a better context for you. You are handing me a leash and asking me to use it on you when you try to hurt me."

They nodded in unison.

"So you ARE going to hurt me again?"

The foolish smiles on their faces changed to frowns real quick.

You laughed. So much for being the big seven. "I shouldn't even need pacts to feel safe around you. That's the whole point. I shouldn't have to fucking be on guard and protect myself from you. I am supposed to be able to TRUST you."

It almost looked like they have a joint relevation. Honestly what goes on inside their heads, you can no longer tell. Mammon was the first to recover.

"Then I'll keep ya safe this time." He stood up and walked toward you. "Can I...can I hold you? It's been too long..."

He looked so broken and dishevelled, your heart took pity.

"Just this much." You held his hand, intertwining fingers. That much was enough for him.

"Is there any way...any way at all, that you'll come back to us?" Satan stood up next. "Please, we'll do anything. We'll fix anything you don't like!"

"Don't come back here again. Keep waiting down in Devildom." You said sternly, "I need time away...maybe I'll never come back anyway. But for now, I don't want to see any of you."

They all hung their heads in acceptance. All but Belphie.

"I'll go back to the attic, if that makes you feel safer at the house."

"And you think Beel would be okay with that arrangement? You think the rest of them won't feel guilty?" You shook your head. "It's like you people don't even know each other."

"We don't. We haven't known each other for a while." Belphie answered. "The only reason things got a little better is because you came along. And tied all of us back together."

"Ah yes, as a substitute Lilith. Of course." You rolled your eyes.

"No not anymore we just-"

"Just leave. Please. And the next time you threaten Solomon like that, I'll command you to bite your tongues off."

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After months of begging and reassurance, you finally relented to come back. You'd not be staying with them, of course.

You'd be in the Purgatory Hall, where you should have always been. But nothing stops the brothers.

Lucifer keeps trying to meet you alone in his room, with excuses of needing help with work. Helping others is the one thing you never turned down.

"Thank you for all your help, MC. I'm truly grateful." Lucifer said, as you nodded and wordlessly arranged the reviewed documents.

Lucifer stretched his hands to relax his shoulders. And to his horror, he saw you flinch and move far away from the desk.

"MC what's wrong? Why are you-" He stopped when he noticed the way you stared at his raised arm and his face in turns.

"Oh no... no, MC, it's not what you think. It's not." Lucifer hurried to put his arms down and desperately tried to clear the air. "I would never..."

He is careful to maintain a distance where you feel safe. No matter how much he wants to hold you close again he knows he has to wait a long time for you to feel safe around him again.

Mammon accompanies you wherever you go. He even stands out your door hours before you actually have to go out. And he's especially protective when Belphie is in the room.

"I left my book in the attic." You would tell him and he knew exactly what you needed. He'd go in and get it for you, because you could never bear to step foot in the place again.

"This one?" He learnt to understand you through subtle changes in your expressions. Because you hardly spoke as much as you used to before.

"Thank you, Mammon." This was the best part of his days. Just three little words is all he longed for. Knowing he was being helpful was akin to forgiveness.

"Always, MC." He meant it. Mammon was determined to be a better protector this time around.

He doesn't just drape his arms around you willy nilly anymore. But as you walk through town with him, he always dangled his hand by his side, in case you ever wanted to take it.

Leviathan is overjoyed by simple text replies to his. And if you end up sitting in the same room as him and say nothing, he's more than happy to fill the silence with his ramblings. He's just happy to get to see you again.

"Is this anime okay? Or are you in the mood for something else?" Levi asks nervously as you walk into his room after what feels like years.

"This one is fine." You reply curtly. He misses your enthusiasm but he's happy to even have you in the same space. He smiles and looks ahead at the screen.

But in the blue of his room, he glances at your face between scenes to see if you're really enjoying it. And if he's really really lucky, he occasionally discovers a smile.

After you leave, he curls into his bathtub and reminisces old memories and wishes so badly to be the way you both used to be. More nights than less, he cries out your name in apology.

Satan reads extensively on human psychology and human trauma therapy. Anything and everything that helps you, he is willing to learn, he's willing to do. Also wary of your surroundings.

"They're fighting about me again." You say as Satan finds you curled up in your room with hands covering your ears. Satan puts a defeaning spell on the door.

"I'm sorry I didn't come sooner." He says even as you thank him. He has a long way to go, but atleast this is a start. "Can I sit next to you?"

You nod after a pause. He sits beside you, grateful to be close to you again. "Don't worry. They'll tire themselves out soon enough. What were you doing before?"

"Trying to read." You pointed at a stack books, Satan had lent you before the incident. Another sign of forgiveness. He almost broke down, suddenly overwhelmed by emotion. "Well its quieter now. Lets read together, shall we?"

Asmodeus constantly bombarded Solomon with texts, asking about you. He was putting his fame to use, asking his followers to secretly look over you and tell him immediately if you were ever in trouble.

"Asmo, you need to stop sending me gifts." You appeared outside his room one night, "I have no place to keep them."

Asmo squealed in suprise seeing that it's you. Excited he threw his arms around you, lifting you off the ground as he spun you around. "MC! It's really you! It's been so long!"

"Put me down, Asmo!" You pushed yourself down and shook your head. "I told you I'm not ready for ...all this." You motioned to him. Oh.

"I'm sorry, darling. You were so cute I couldn't control myself. I'll do better next! Please don't go.." Asmo begged, desperate. "Won't you come see more often then? Simeon and Luke don't make me feel welcome there at all." You sighed and relented. He almost cried.

Beel and Belphie would always appear together. One to make you feel safer in the presence of the other. Belphie knew he had to make it up to both you and his twin, who's bond he'd ruined. So he did.

Belphie spoke only when spoken too. He was careful to never get too close, not unless you did. He'd even tried to use dream magic to rid you of any nightmares he caused you.

Beel was hyper worried about your eating habits. After the stunt you pulled last time, he would always offer you food if you came home. He would ask Solomon every day if you'd eaten three square meals.

There was no talking between you and them. They communicated by passing food to you during dinner, or by fluffing up your pillows and sheets before you went to sleep.

When you saw Beel in the kitchen at 3 a.m., you put a finger to your lips - you won't tell Lucifer, its a promise. Beel smiles and offers you whatever he's snacking on. His food tastes better with you around again.

And if you pass by Belphie in hallways, he greets you in whispers you can barely hear - 'Hope you're sleeping well. Are you tired? Do you need help in assignments?' You merely nod or shake your head. But in Belphie's mind, he's happy you're not running away on sight.

[hold-your-applause]

Hi! I love your work, i was wondering if i could request a childhood friend! reader with akira from persona 5? they're visiting him in the city while he's on probation

Thank you for your patience, my love

Spontaneous

The man at the counter had told you it was alright to head up the stairs at the back of the café, but he didn't mention that there would be a group of people waiting for you when you got to the top of them.

The sudden silence had stopped you in your tracks. You weren't prepared for so many extra eyes to be on you, suddenly feeling like you had walked in on something much more intimate than you could probably imagine.

You had been in Shibuya for only an hour and you had already overstepped somehow.

You swallowed the lump in your throat, nobody else showing any intention of breaking the silence.

"Surprise..?"

All eyes were suddenly off you as they shifted to the person you came all this way to see in the first place. He was still staring at you, clearly still in shock at your sudden arrival in his room.

The cat sitting on the table meowed rather loudly, snapping your friend out of his stupor.

You couldn't hide your smile at the sound of your name slipping past his lips.

"Hi, Ren."

None of the other people in the room spoke a word as he rose from his seat, stepping away from it to approach you slowly.

"What are you doing in Shibuya?"

You only smiled wider.

"It's summer break! I thought I'd surprise you by coming in to visit you. I was thinking you might be feeling a bit homesick, so I wanted to check on you." You explained, watching him finally stop moving when he was standing right in front of you.

It had only been a few months, but you could have sworn he had grown taller since the last time you saw him.

The look on his face could only be explained as one of wonder, though you didn't know if that was a good thing or not.

It made you nervous, so you continued on.

"Besides, you haven't missed a single one of my birthdays, and I didn't think you'd want to start now." You said quietly.

You saw recognition cross his face, but it was gone just as quickly as it came.

You peeked around his frame to eye the group of teenagers watching the two of you. "But it seems like I'm interrupting something important, so I can just go back downstairs until you're finished here." You said, looking back up at him. "Unless you'd like to introduce me to everyone?"

His head whipped around to look at them for only a brief moment before he was looking at you again, suddenly grabbing your shoulders and turning you completely around to face the stairs.

"They're nobody."

"Huh?" You blinked, squeaking when he suddenly started pushing you towards the stairs. "Nobody? But--"

"That's right."

"They're in your room--"

"Lost tourists."

"Wh-- For real?!" You heard one of the boys shout from behind you. "Who's gonna believe--"

"Ren, stop pushing, I'm going to trip down the stairs!" You griped as he kept pushing you forward, doing your best not to slip as you grabbed hold of the railing. "What are you doing?"

"I'm going to show you around." He reached for his bag that was on the table by the stairs, quickly leading you downstairs.

You frowned. Why was he being so pushy about getting you away from his friends? Did he not want to see you as much as you wanted to see him? You had been inseparable since before either of you could walk. Why was he suddenly so eager to rush you away like this?

Were you... embarrassing him somehow?

"We're going to be out until closing."

You blinked, not realizing he had moved you halfway across the café floor by now.

"Just don't cause any trouble." The man from before replied, offering you a short wave before you were suddenly out the door, the bustling of the people walking down the street hitting your ears.

You frowned again as you watched him sling his bag over his shoulder. "Are you mad at me?" You asked him.

He shook his head, motioning in the direction he wanted you two to walk, and despite your sunken mood, you walked beside him. "No, of course not. Why would you think that?"

That couldn't be a serious question, could it?

"What was all that back there?" You crossed your arms, ignoring the yowling of the cat that had followed you both out of the café. "You had guests, Ren, I'm not stupid. Why didn't you want me to meet them?"

This was never something that had been an issue before.

He seemed less than concerned as you two continued your walk to, you assumed, the station. "It's not that I don't want you to meet them." He said.

"Then why were you in such a hurry to get me out of there?"

He looked at you as if the answer should have been obvious.

"Because you're here."

You shook your head, confused. "So?"

He reached over, draping his arm over your shoulder to pull you in close to his side as you both continued walking, his breath on your ear.

"So nothing else in the world matters."

[michelle-is-writing]

Delicate, Roger Taylor

Word Count: 900~

Everyone knows Roger is a constant complainer. Not to mention one of his favorite hobbies is bickering with his bandmates. However, there's something Roger is excellent at doing - getting attention one way or another from me, his girlfriend.

"Lovie," I hear Roger yell from his 'office' (a room with a drum set and soundproof walls). His voice gives away his neediness, and I can't help but smile to myself with a shake of my head. Lifting the TV remote from my lap, I mute the telly as I turn away from the random show and look toward the hallway. "I need you!" he further adds, making me let out a little laugh in response to his dramatic voice.

Standing from the couch, I head toward the room at the end of the hallway before opening the door to see Roger sitting beside his drum-set, rubbing his hand as if he hurt it. The room is the same way it was yesterday, meaning he barely started practicing after sitting down. Not to mention his long blond hair is still combed down rather splayed everywhere due to his sporadic movements while drumming. That's definitely not normal for Roger

"Are you okay, honey?" I ask, moving closer to sit across from him. Once I do, he scoots forward and plants his head onto my lap where he nuzzles into me while sighing. I can tell he's stressed out - it's evident in his breathing and slightly scrunched face.

"No, I'm not," Roger gently confesses, bringing his hands up to lay in my lap as well. His fingers gently knead against the skin of my thighs for a few seconds before Roger stops with almost a pained hiss. "My... my hands keep cramping," he explains, laying them back on my legs. "They've started hurting terribly."

"Would you like me to rub them?" I ask Roger, reaching down toward his hands. Looking back up at me, Roger slyly smirks to which I squint my eyes at him with a small, "Or not," My words quickly shut down his comment, Roger giving in with a small 'hmph'. He can't even last ten seconds without his mind jumping to something dirty.

Taking his hands in mine, I hold them up to my eyes and frown at the purple and red splotches that cover Roger's fingertips. "Roger, baby," I mutter, running my thumbs over his warm palms. Looking back at me, he lightly smiles and tries to brush my worries off, but I don't let him. "Stay here," I tell him before standing from the wooden floor and heading out into the hall.

Once I'm in our bedroom, I quickly grab the lavender hand lotion from my side table drawer and turn around, only to find Roger entering our room a few seconds after me. Instead of doing like I said and staying in his drumming room, Roger plants himself on our bed where he lays back and gestures for me to join him. "Didn't I tell you to stay put?" I tease him, causing a smile to rise to the blond's lips.

"The drum floor is quite uncomfortable, dear," he tells me, patting his lap. "Come. Sit." Roger adds, now smirking.

"Oh, God, Rog," I almost exclaim, fighting my ever-growing smile and red blush. Tossing the bottle of hand lotion toward him, I point toward him. "And to think I was going to massage your hands in thanks for all your hard work!"

Instantly, his smirk drops and he's sitting straight up rather than lying back. "I promise I'll be good," he states almost as if he were a child begging to go somewhere. "Please, I won't make any more dirty comments."

At his begging, I wait a few seconds before giving up the fight to not smile and letting out a dramatic sigh. "That's impossible for you," I tell him, plopping down on his lap and taking his hands in mine. He must've thought I wasn't going to accept his previous invitation going by the slightly shocked look that takes over his face only to be taken over by bliss.

Once I'm finished massaging his first hand, I start massaging the other one, only to let out a small laugh as I do so. "What?" Roger pipes up, looking up at me with half-lidded eyes and a curious smile. He's so relaxed, that he could probably fall asleep right now.

At his question, I smile back before pressing our hands together, palm to palm. "Your hands are so much bigger than mine," I note, moving my fingers to go between his. "And yet, they fit so perfectly together..."

"Maybe it's because we're meant to be together," Roger concludes, rolling us over so we can lie beside each other. He instantly pulls me into his arms as soon as he can, pressing me to his chest as I simply savor the closeness of our hold. "Wouldnt you agree?" He asks, making me smile up at him.

However, before any more time passes, Roger quickly presses his lips to mine for a few moments until he pulls away, smiling as he stares down at me with nothing but gentleness in his eyes. Squeezing our still interlocked hands, he leans close enough to place his lips on mine once again, but surprisingly, he doesn't, and instead, he chooses to speak up once more. "But then again, I've always known that~"

[primofate]

Headcanon - Saying “I love you” for the first time (All the boys)

Notes: Hey thurrrrrr this is just something to keep my blog alive while I work on Smile for Me and also to break the long string of angst and sob stories I’ve been writing HAHA. Time for fluff ma dears.

Other works in this series: (First Hickey)

Warning: Not proofread...I’m sorry that I don’t proofread my work >_> There are characters that are minors, when I write for those I usually like to think they’re aged up.....Did I miss anyone? Hopefully not.

Characters: Albedo, Alhaitham, Ayato, Bennett, Chongyun, Cyno, Dainsleif, Diluc, Gorou, Kaeya, Kazuha, Lyney, Neuvillette, Razor, Scaramouche, Tartaglia, Thoma, Venti, Xiao, Xingqiu, Zhongli x gn!reader

Albedo

He’s in the middle of an experiment when you say it. 

Why would you do that actually

Freezes and turns to you with the vial still in his hand.

He stares at you for a good few seconds 

Doesn’t say I love you back but gives you a speech

“...I don’t pretend to know what love really is but I know that this warmth and happiness only exists when you’re around...”

Kisses you on the forehead

Alhaitham

Head shoots up from the book he's reading. For the first time in ages you see a somewhat surprised look on his face.

Stares at you for a good 5 seconds. Shuts his book with one hand. Still staring.

"Hm..." Closes his eyes briefly, as if thinking, then opens them again and leans forward to reach out and take your hand, pulling you over to him, who is still sitting on a chair.

Because he's sitting he has to look up at you, he's still holding your hand as he asks "Are you sure about that?" there's the slightest hint of a rare smile on his face.

Has secretly been waiting for this day

You could only nod, feeling shy to say it two times.

"You understand that there's no turning back from here, right?" he asks, before hiding his smile by kissing the back of your hand.

Ayato

The two of you were out on a late night stroll when you said it. Not a lot of people were around at all. He stops in his tracks and whirls around to face you who had stopped walking to gather courage.

"Love...?" He mumbles under his breath, as if piecing a puzzle together. Then it clicks in his mind and he relaxes, peaceful look on his face, then chuckles.

"My apologies...I just didn't expect such a heartfelt confession from you..."

You kind of felt like you were being made fun of, what with how he's smiling but he catches your wrist and explains clearly.

"I didn't mean it as such...I only meant that I'm delighted you feel the same way,"

Bennett

Dumbstruck, eyes wide.

“M-Me? You love me?”

Thinks that this is the luckiest day of his life. Like that’s it. The rest of his days will be unlucky cause all the luck in his life has landed right.on.this.day and he doesn’t effing care if he’s unlucky for the rest of his life.

Face breaks into SUNSHINE smile and grin the moment he processes it

Hugs you round the shoulders like you’re a precious bean, snuggling his cheek on the top of your head “I love you too!”

Chongyun

Doesn’t even realize you’ve said it. There’s like a 5 second delay in his response.

Face is red like a tomato when he realizes.

He mutters something and you lean closer to try and hear him.

“P-Popsicle, I need a popsicle. Maybe ten of them,”

I guess he’s having a mini panic attack

Realizes that this is NOT the way he wants to respond to the first time you say “I love you” so he scrambles to say “I love you too!” 

His face has just combusted and he now might need 20 popsicles to calm down.

Cyno

Blinks. like a hundred times before it registers in his mind.

"...Me?" is still in utter disbelief. Has not given any sort of response and so you assume that he's not into you and quickly say sorry.

"No!" Reaches a hand out to stop you but is too nervous to actually touch you. "I just didn't think this kind of romantic scenario was possible for someone like me," is half serious but also half trying to make light of the situation.

"If...If you're alright with me then...It'd be an honour to take care of you,"

Dainsleif

First reaction: mouth open slightly surprised.

Face is still stern but his eyes will soften 

“I...never thought I’d hear those words from anyone,”

Lowkey yandere and is now gunna keep you chained by his side forever.

No but he does deadass dedicate his life to you after that, no way he’s gunna give his precious away to anyone or anything.

Doesn’t say it immediately afterward but will SHOW you he loves you

Diluc

This precious MF thinks he’s not deserving of love

Doesn’t know what to do when you say it because he’s so happy yet so scared at the same time. 

But deep inside he’s like FINALLY so his first response is to pull you closer to him and rest your foreheads together.

“Only you can defeat me with three simple words, I love you too,”

Is in an exceptionally good mood the rest of the day

Boy is so guarded that he doesn’t say it that often but will lowkey wait for you to say it and do a secret dance in his mind whenever you do.

Gorou

There are some of his troops walking around when you say this

Tries so fucking hard not to break out into a grin, not to have his ears twitching uncontrollably and not to have his tail swishing back and forth.

Grabs your hand and pulls you away to somewhere more private.

“Care to say that again love? Maybe a little louder this time,” 

Toothy grin on his face but says it right back

Bear hugs you right after and his tail is swishing back and forth uncontrollably that you think he might start flying because of it

Kaeya

Cocky as all hell

“It’s hard not to love me, isn’t it?” chuckles and smiles

but will pull you flush against his chest and ask you to say it again

“Say it again, my dear. I’m afraid the first time wasn’t clear enough,”

After that whenever you ask or request for something he’ll say “Tell me you love me first,”

Sometimes he says it back sometimes he just kisses your forehead and says “Good job sweetheart,”

Kazuha

Possibly the one with the most normal and wholesome response.

Will cup your cheek in his hand and smile. “I’m glad to hear it. I feel the same. I only wish I’d said it sooner.”

A little shy that you said it before he did

Will wrap an arm round your waist and give a chaste kiss on your lips before saying it back in a whisper “I love you too,”

Lyney

gasps, dumbstruck for a few seconds.

starts pulling out all kinds of things from his magic hat. flowers, wine, wedding rings, doves, love letters scattering all over the floor. I'm kidding.

Smiles and puts a hand out for you to take. "That...makes me incredibly happy, Y/N. I promise I'll take care of you,"

Conjures up a bouquet of rainbow roses from behind his back.

Neuvillette

Does not show any expression whatsoever on his face but clears his throat.

Would sputter if he was drinking tea.

"I...see..." would be his first words while contemplating on what the right thing to say is. Takes quite a while and you were getting a little uncomfortable in the silence.

"My sincere apologies... It's bad manners to make you wait... I was merely thinking of the right response to that...however I don't think there is a "right" one per se..."

Seems to take in a breath.

"But I would like you to know that I think you're a magnificent person...and I've felt the same way for quite some time now,"

Razor

Confused at first cause he already knows you love him even if you don’t say it.

“Love...? Lupical love...?”

And then you realize he thinks you mean that you love him as a family would. Takes a while to explain that it’s more than that, but what gets him to understand is when you say it again and land a very telling kiss on his lips.

He’s frozen. He feels as if his alpha side is coming out and now all he wants to do is keep you safe and away from others. Yes, even from the birds and squirrels.

“...Love...is all mine,” and hugs you tight against him, small blush on his cheeks.

Scaramouche 

Stares at you for 2 seconds and then straight up ignores you by turning around

You’re a little hurt. I mean, you’ve just confessed your feelings here.

But while turned around he tells you “If I hear you say that to anyone else they’re dead,” then he turns his head the slightest bit to look at you “and you’ll have to get punished. Got that?”

He only turned around to get his bearings right cause he thought he felt his cheeks heat up a little but he’d rather die than show anyone that he was weak for you.

Turns back around when he’s got his game face on again and smirks at you. “You’d better not regret it,”

Tartaglia

Shocked for one second

Then breaks into a grin and starts spinning you around that you’re afraid you might throw up when you’re on your feet again.

Keeps his hands on your arms when he sets you back down. His smile is so wide it might crack his face open. “Did you mean it?”

Of course you did.

Chuckles in delight and hugs you in a death grip while saying it back “I love you too!”

Lowkey planning the death of anyone who so much as glances at you. The way he sees it you’re indefinitely his now.

Tohma

Also possibly one with a normal response, just a tad giddy.

Gasps when you say it

“C-Could you say it again?”

You comply and say it again.

Face morphs into a smile so slowly that you see all the ways his lips move up to the curve

“You have no idea how happy that makes me! I love you too, Y/N,”

Will pull your hand and swing around with you like he’s won some kind of jackpot.

Venti

Already knows you’re going to say it before you even say it

“Aha, I knew you were acting strange today! So my little kitty was all stressed out and fidgety all because they wanted to say that? Cute!”

Back hugs you and buries his face at the crook of your neck.

“Ehe~ Looks like you’ll be stuck with me!”

Yeah he might take you around town yelling at everyone that you finally said you love him.

Xiao

xiao.exe has stopped working.

He’s lived a long time he knows what love is but he doesn’t think he’s ever heard it directed to him before

He doesn’t know how to react but there’s a really faint blush on his cheeks and his eyes avert away from yours.

“T-That’s not something...You say to an adepti!”

Your mood drops and you think you’ve been rejected but he picks up on it real quick.

“B-But I’m not opposed to it! I..do...return...your feelings...”

Runs away after that and leaves you alone to calm down. He covers the upper half of his face with his hand cause he deadass doesn’t know what to do with all the warmth rushing up to his face.

Xingqiu

Gasps and then blinks a couple of times.

Lowers his head to look at the ground, thinking of what to say

“Sorry I was just thinking of the various romance novels I’ve read but this...This is nothing like how they describe it,”

Coughs on his hand to hide his flustered embarrassment

“This is a hundred times better...There’s no way anyone can translate this feeling into pages... I love you too, Y/N,”

Zhongli

Is the most cautious one. Gives you a level gaze and asks “Are you sure?”

What do you mean am I sure? You’re a SIMP for him.

He’s only like that cause he’s lived a damn long time and has seen love succeed beautifully and yet fail miserably too. Also because he’s the God of contracts and love is like...the biggest contract of all.

You reconfirm your feelings confidently.

He stares at you for a moment more and tilts your chin up to look at him. “I only ask because I do not have any intention of letting you go once you’re certain,”

His way of saying you’re gunna be stuck with him for as long as he lives and that’s a darned long time.

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[ddejavvu]

hi hi hi can i please request a dealer!remus x reader where the reader only smokes weed but doesn’t do any drugs. and she’s at a party and one of his friends tricks her into smoking weed that’s laced with something and she is like really fucked up and is really scared and calls remus? maybe just like him being angry as fuck with the guy and then looking after her afterwards and it ending with cuddles? love u 🧡

today is multiverse monday! send me any au you can think of :)

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"Baby," Remus tries to keep his voice calm despite the fact that he's frustrated, "Tell me again, please? I can't understand you very well. Just take your time, talk slow, okay?"

"Mm-hm." You whimper pitifully into the phone, "I- I saw someone smoking, jus' like you, and they offered me some. I re-" Your word shatters with a hiccup, "I remember you sayin' not to trust people. So I made sure I asked first if it was safe."

Something heavy and dull sinks in Remus's chest, "And what did they say?"

"'Said it was fine," You recounted, "But- but I didn't like it, Remmy, it didn't feel good. I- I think there's something wrong." Your legs are wobbly and you collapse onto the staircase you were trying to conquer, "I can't see straight, and-and my legs don't work, and I don't know what to do!"

You dissolve into sobs, and Remus is already pocketing his keys, intent on rescuing you from the party, and slitting someone's throat. He just hopes that whoever drugged you is still there, because if he doesn't get to exact justice for your naivety, he's sure he'll explode.

"Okay, baby, just stay calm please. Don't let anyone near you, okay? Wait for me somewhere safe, I'm coming to get you."

Remus definitely breaks speeding laws on the way over to the house party you've gone to, but he'd pay a thousand fines just to get you home safely. He bursts through the door in a commotion akin to an action movie, but no one's attention is on him as the party rages forward. He spots you immediately, crumpled on the lower steps of a staircase, your shoulders shaking as your head is buried in your knees. He rushes for you, making sure to announce his presence before touching you.

"Y/N," He taps your shoulder gently, "Y/N, it's me, it's Remus. We're gonna go to the hospital, okay? I've gotta make sure you're alright."

"The hospital?" Your voice quivers along with your lips, and Remus hates causing its tremble, "I- I don't wanna go to the hospital, Remus! That's scary."

"I'll be there the whole time." He soothes you, helping you to your feet and catching you around the waist when you threaten to fall, "But we gotta go, bug, just to be safe."

"Okay," You whimper miserably, tears streaked down your flushed cheeks, "Remus, carry me?"

He tells himself he's only giving in because you're unstable, but he knows he'd carry you to the ends of the earth any day if you asked him to. He nods, hoisting you into his arms and letting you bury your head into his neck, "Do you remember who it was?"

You point at a mousy brunette that sits on a couch opposite the door, though he doesn't catch your gesture. Remus commits the face to memory, hellbent on exacting revenge, "Good job remembering, baby, that'll help."

"Help?"

"I'm gonna.. tell him off."

"With your fists?" Even delirious, you know Remus too well.

"Maybe," Remus mumbles, throwing the door open again and rushing to the car, eager to get you to the ER, "'S not important, baby, just sit still."

He straps you in and tries to step back, but you catch his wrist with an adorably concentrated expression on your face.

"Violence is never the answer, Remus." You scold, your eyes slightly drifting out of focus, "Don't hit him."

"Okay." Remus placates you, leaning forward to kiss your forehead, "Okay, bug, I won't hit him."

"Thanks." You grin up at Remus, and if he wasn't so worried about your safety, the expression would have melted him. You let go of his wrist, twisting in your seat to recline against the headrest "Now c'mon Remmy, take me to the doctors."

[sehnsuchts-trunken]

Hii🥺 Can I request a Riven imagine where you lost your powers and he is trying to teach you basic self defence to be able to fight for the times he csnnot protect you?🥺

oohhhh yes this is super interesting! thank you!

"I can't do it", you said, flopping down on the grass and pulling your knees up so you could hide your face in the fabric of your trousers, not wanting Riven to see that you were starting to tear up.

"Yes, you can", he reassured, sitting himself down next to you. You tilted your head so you could look at him, half of it still smushed against your legs, watching him watch you.

"No, Riven, I really can't, I'm a lost cause."

Your tears did start to fall down now, you voice turning shaky. You hadn't wanted it to be like this. It never was supposed to be like this.

"You're-"

"Not, I know", you interrupted, trying to ignore your sniffles. "You've been saying that for two hours. But that's because you're good at this, you're so good at this and I'm not, I never trained, you spent years training! I practiced my magic, evolved it, and now it's gone! Gone! And you can't possibly know how devastating that is, Riven, it's like a part of me is missing, it's like my soul is somehow detached. It's not just that... that I can't defend myself. My magic was- is a part of me. It's a part of me."

He grinned at you. "You think I'm 'so good at this'?"

You groaned and hit his arm, letting your hand rest there because you had no more energy left to move a single muscle after the practise he'd drilled you through. Or perhaps because you just didn't want to.

"You're a bastard, is what you are", you complained. He was trying to joke and make you feel better, of course. And he managed. As always. To distract you, at least.

He leaned forward until your noses almost touched - you swallowed hard, not daring to even blink. You and Riven had never really been official. You'd flirted, yes, sure, you always did. You were great friends, spent a shit ton of time together, and yeah, maybe there had always been a weird feeling in your stomach when you looked at him. And yes, sure, you had kissed a few times. At parties. When the two of you had been tipsy, or drunk, or wasted. And yes, you'd kissed sober, too. But that had been months ago. And you'd never - well, you'd never been on a date. Not on a real one. You'd both seen other people as well, never made it official, never made it exclusive.

And now he was so close again - too close, almost. Depending on what he was about to do.

His gaze flickered down to your lips. Your breath caught in your throat.

"You're not useless", he whispered. "I know you think that. You're not. Your magic will come back, you'll find a way. And until then, I'll help you." His lips twitched upwards. "Understood?"

You really couldn't help but stare at his mouth, not when he was grinning like that, like he'd won some game the two of you hadn't been playing.

"Yeah", you muttered, not quite knowing anymore what you were agreeing to, only that he was so certain of it that you couldn't help but trust him.

"Good", he said. There was a moment of silence - you debated nodding. But then his lips were on yours and your eyes shut by themselves and you pushed forward into him. Riven chuckled into the kiss. Suddenly, you pulled back.

"I want you to be my boyfriend", you babbled, your words definitely quicker than your mind. Heat rushed into your cheeks the second you'd finished your sentence.

But Riven only captured your lips in a second kiss, his hands finding your waist, your arms crossing behind his neck.

"You're cute", he grinned in between kisses, his voice deep and slow, like it was in the mornings or when he'd drunk something.

"Is that a yes?", you asked, catching your breath, pushing away from him for just a moment to look into his eyes.

"What do you think?", he said, already pulling you back in again. You barely had the time to shake your head in disbelief at his cryptic answers. He was indeed a bastard - yours, though. And he'd help you through this. Both of you knew that.

[curseofaphrodite]

marks of a dying star

MATTHEO RIDDLE X FEM!READER

summary: your relationship with mattheo was tricky, and sometimes things go south faster than you intend it to.

NOTE; toxic relationship, not a happy ending even though there's no breakup, could be triggering cause it contains physical assault and mentions of attempted s/xual assault.

You bit down your lips so hard that you were sure the skin would break any second. All these years, you kept up the appearance of never being vulnerable, so you weren't going to start now. Not when he would enjoy it.

It's just another fight. It'll be fine. But of course, with Mattheo, every fight seemed like the last.

"Why the fuck did you leave me like that?" you screamed, hardly caring about the neighbors. You hoped for their sake that they were used to it by now. "Your friends creep me out, you know that."

"Nothing happened to you, right?" he asked, morbidly bored. "You're fine."

"What if something did? What if something already did?"

He paused on his way out, turning his head slowly. You expected worry, concern, or even anger. All you saw was a sly smile, with his eyes so evil that even you felt a stab of fear.

"Which one?" he whispered, already scheming something.

"What?"

"Which friend? It's either Arden or Theo, I'm certain."

Arden. You bit back the name, wondering what he was playing at. Why did he sound like someone walked into the trap he laid out? Why did he sound amused?

Either Arden or Theo.

No, the names he picked weren't just guesses. They were the only ones left alone with you last week in the club, when you were obviously acting uncomfortable. Instead of asking whether you wanted to go home, Mattheo had went to get more drinks. Theo had to go somewhere, and Arden started sprouting nonsense, about how beautiful you looked in the dim lights and how he bet you'd look more beautiful laid out under him. The flirting was common when your boyfriend wasn't around, as if Arden respected Mattheo more than you. (Or feared.)

Except that time, he was uncharacteristically drunk. He came too close, whispered promises of passion that sounded like threats, and you had wanted nothing more than to run away. When he started to touch your thigh, you spilled your wine on him and went after Mattheo. You couldn't bring yourself to tell him then, but after seeing Arden today, you decided to explain why you won't be spending time with some of his friends anymore.

That is, until something didn't make sense.

"Don't you want to know what happened?" you asked, feeling stupid. "Don't you want to know if I'm fucking fine?"

"I already know," he started to sound impatient. "Tell me who or I'll kill them both. I've seen their minds. I've seen the things they wanted to do to you—"

"You left on purpose," you connected the dots, your mouth going dry. Mattheo has always been a possessive guy, but sometimes his suspicions were irrational. He hated anyone who'd even look at you, and you often accused him of it. But he was determined to prove Arden's intentions weren't pure, so he used you as—

"Bait," you laughed, because you were too angry to do anything else. "You left me alone to prove that Arden wanted to fuck me? You KNEW if I was alone with him, he'd try something? So what, you'd get your revenge?"

"So I'd get to kill him." His eyes were bright, and at times like this, he really was his father's son. The statement had you blank.

"He's your friend," you said cautiously, even though Arden wasn't your favorite person. "You'd kill him in cold blood just like that?"

"I already drugged him once, I'd just make the dose a little more lethal now."

So that's why Arden was uncharacteristically drunk.

"Mattheo," you took a step forward, as if you are planning to run or strike. "You fucking drugged him HOPING he'd try to flirt with me or do worse? You gave no thoughts of how it'd affect me?" You shoved his chest harshly. "Can't you see how fucked up that is?" You pushed him again, but he held his ground. "What the hell is wrong with you?"

"If you think I'm the bad one, then you must have liked his advances more than I thought," he said coldly.

You blinked away the sudden tears, embarrassed that you were even hurt. Embarrassed that you were quickly draining out of energy to stay mad. You wanted to curl up in a corner and cry, and he looked as if he knew that too.

Sometimes, you wished you didn't love someone so cruel. You reached for the doorknob, but he grabbed your wrists instinctively. His eyes were darker than before.

"I wouldn't do that if I were you," he whispered, pulling your hand away from the door.

"Let. Go. Of. Me."

"If I did, you wouldn't come back."

You were usually surprised at how good he was in Occulumency. Now, it terrified you.

You didn't have a reply, so you tried to shake off his grip, pulling your hand with all your strength. His amusement was quickly running out and soon it was replaced with his familiar anger.

"Stay still," he warned, but you only pulled harder. "Stay goddamn still—"

"I HATE YOU!" you yelled, not even knowing if it was true. "I hate you with my entire heart and if you don't stop this, I will start screami-"

Before you could complete the sentence, he let go and grabbed you by your shoulders instead, pushing you against the wall. His hand went around your throat, holding it tight enough to make you breathless. His expression was blank for the first time that night.

"Tell me you hate me again and it'll be the last words you ever speak." He said, eerily soft. His grip loosened enough to make you gasp for air, but he still had you rooted to the spot. "Neither of us wants that, do we?"

Tears freely pouring down, you try to shake your head no. He was a stranger to pity, so he smiled instead. He kissed your forehead with enough gentleness that it could be mistaken for love, but you knew it was so much worse. You tried not to whimper.

"I'll be back after I pay a visit to our friend Arden," he stepped back, straightening his jacket. "I'll tell him you said hi."

He disapparated without even closing the door, but you didn't need a lock to know that you were practically a prisoner.

You wiped your tears and wondered where everything got so complicated. Did Mattheo only know how to love like this - with harshness in his words and cruelty in his actions? It was as if his love was the sea and he was pushing you in from behind. You were drowning, just not fast enough.

[angelst4re]

Protective Jace please???? Maybe someone hits on reader and Jace gets super possessive or something???? Maybe with a really soft and snuggly reader next to Jace’s hard stoic-ness???

possessive jace possessive jace possessive jace!!!!! <33

Hands Off- Jace (Wayland? Lightwood? Herondale?) x Reader

warnings: none?

note: i need to write more for jace, he's just so <33 and i'm still only on the 4th book rn i need to keep reading!!

Jace had decided it would be safest if you stuck by his side tonight. Him, Alec and Isabelle were out doing what they do best, demon hunting. This had led them into Pandemonium, a place you had never been before. The lights and the music was enough to give you a headache. 

As Izzy and Alec parted from you and Jace into another room, Jace had told you to stay at the bar and to not talk to anybody until he’s back. You told him how it would be quite mean if someone had started a conversation with you and you had to just sit there and ignore them, but Jace didn’t care. He didn’t want anyone thinking they could take what was his. 

You stood by the bar, looking around at all the people with very unique styles. You then took your phone out, checking to see if there were any texts to reply to, anything to keep you from this boredom that had been thrown upon you. 

“Hey, I don’t think I’ve seen you in here before.” A man said, appearing at your side. He was around the same height as Jace but had short, brown hair with matching brown eyes. “I’m Will, by the way.” He added with a smile. You knew Jace would be mad if you spoke to him, but he seemed nice, what’s the worst that could happen?

“I’m y/n, and you’re right, I’ve never been here before. I’m waiting for my boyf-”

“Can I get you a drink, y/n?” He asked, testing out your name. 

“No, it’s okay, I won’t be here long-”

“Please, I insist!” He said, his voice almost demanding. 

“Okay,” you chuckled uncomfortably, “well, I’ll just have a lemonade then, please.”

“Pfft, really? Nothing stronger?” He pushed, his hand playing with the strap of your black cami top. 

“No, I don’t want-”

“Hey!” A familiar voice shouted from across the room, causing a few eyes to be drawn to your boyfriend, “hands off my girlfriend!”

Will removed his hand and looked around, spotting a slightly sweaty, dirty Jace heading this way. 

“I told you I have a boyfriend.” You said softly. 

“Y/n, what the fuck, I told you not to talk to anybody!” He threw his hands in the air. 

“I didn’t mean to, Jace. I just-”

“I’ll admit it was entirely my fault.” Will said, stepping away from the bar as you now stood by Jace’s side, snuggling into his shoulder. 

“I know it was.” Jace said, pulling you closer to his side, his arm wrapping around your waist, “my girl wouldn’t even look at you twice otherwise.” 

“Jace, he was only offering to buy me a drink…” You attempt to stand up for Will, but Jace doesn’t have it. 

“Yeah, and then what about after that? Get her drunk and take her home with you?” He laughed, “I don’t think so.” He gently let go of you and stepped forwards towards the other man.

And at that, Jace threw the first punch. 

... ... ...

Back at the institute, you refused to draw a healing rune on your boyfriend, telling him to heal like a mundane, it may teach him a lesson, to calm his anger and possessiveness. However, you didn’t let him suffer completely, you did clean up his bruised, bloody knuckles. 

“I can’t believe you, Jace.” You sigh, wiping the blood from his hand. 

“What? Did you just expect me to stand and watch his terrible attempt at flirting with you?” Jace chuckles, “I don’t think so.”

“He wasn’t flirting with me!”

“He was.” 

“He wasn’t!” You insist.

“Darling, he was.” 

As you gently wrap the bandage over his hand, you can’t help but take in how beautiful his hands were. They held quite a few scars, telling a story of his unfortunate, troubled life. After wrapping him up, you place a kiss over the bandage. 

“Baby,” you say, standing up from the bed, “I think our ideas of flirting are very different.”

“I know,” Jace says, looking at his bandaged hand. You put away your mini medical box and come back, standing in front of Jace as he was still sat on your bed, “but he was still flirting with you.” 

You sigh and turn to walk away, but Jace quickly pulls you by the waist so you fall onto the bed with him. You giggle as he places light kisses on your neck, attempting to push him away as it tickled. 

“He was flirting. And only I can flirt with you, okay?” He whispers against you, his teeth lightly grazing your skin. “Everyone else can get fucked, you’re mine,” he says between kisses, “only mine!”

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can you plsss make a part 2 to the Tommy x daughter when she got kidnapped fhgdyjhdd sorry, you don’t have to I just thought it was really well written ^^

Summary: Part One

Warning: PTSD

Requested: Yes.

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"Alright that's all, please feel free to continue about your days." Tommy said as the family meeting was coming to an end.

Y/N Shelby sat in a chair back pressed against the large book shelf that stood opposite the door. 

"I have something I'd like to say." She announced as everyone began to exit. "Something I need to say." She clarified.

Freezing in their tracks they all stop to look at the young girl before looking over to her father to see his reaction. Tommy took a few moments to also assesse his daughter before taking a seat back at his desk prompting everyone to reclaim their seats. 

"And what is it that you would like to say?" Tommy asked pulling out a cigarette from his jacked pocket and lighting a flame. 

"I've decided to leave." Y/N announced her eyes scanning over the different reaction of her family. "I'm gonna be moving out next week and my stuff will be gone by the end of the month." 

The room was eerily silent as the family knew that in situation that concerned Y/N and Tommy it was best to stay quiet but present incase thing were to get out of hand. 

Keeping his eyes on this daughter, Tommy let out a sigh before removing the cigarett from his mouth setting it on his desk along side the lighter.

"Moving out?" Tommy asked the 15 year old making sure he had heard her right. "And who exactly do you plan to do that?" 

Y/N watched as he interlocked his fingers and leaned forward on the desk, at least he was taking her seriously. 

"I'm going to move in with my mum." She answered adjusting her posture as she struggles to hold his gaze. "I've been in contact with her and she invited me to come live with her." 

"And how, may I ask, did you get in contact with your mother?" 

"No."

"No?"

"You may not ask." Y/N stated knowing that anyone involved in helping her would pay a price heavier than their 'crime'. Tommy scoffed maybe he would find this situation amusing if not for the context. 

"So you, through unknown means, were able to contact the woman who dropped you off to our doorstep and disappeared without a trace and now fifteen years later expect me to allow you to just fuck off with her to god knows where?" Tommy summarized. "And you're running off with a stranger on the promises of lollipops and rainbows, does she even have a place for you to stay?"

"She was young back then, she couldn't raise a child on her own." 

"I was young too, but I took care of you because you were mine." Tommy countered. "While she was too irresponsible to take care of her own child."

"She's different now, she married to a nice man...." Y/N defended her mother. "I've got sibling...they all live in London in a nice house." 

"And how do you know any of this is true?" Tommy asked rubbing his hand across his forehead in frustration. "She could be telling you anything to get you to London." 

"I know cause I've seen it. I've been there. met them." She confessed angrily looking to her father for insinuating she was some stupid child clinging to word with nothing to back it up. "I went to meet her last month, the week I was gone."

"Last month?" Tommy asked standing from his seat coming around to lean on the side of the desk facing her full on arms folded across his chest. "When you told me you were going to visit your friend Olivia? Though I suspect she doesn't exist." 

"She's one of my sisters." She clarified avoiding eye contact for a few moments before looking back to her father's face. "I spent time with them. My stepdad is a nice man, he's a banker, he treated me nice. When mom said she wanted me to live with them he said he wouldn't mind." 

"A banker? and what is they call him?" Tommy asked reaching back over to the desk to retrieve his cigarette and lighter. Y/N was hesitant at first but know he would find out sooner or later.

"Anthony Crestwood." She sighed.

"Right, Isaiah." 

"Yeah Tom?"

"I need you to get the address of the the Crestwood family, I'd like to have a call with Mr. Crestwood and his wife." He informed the young blinder never looking away from Y/N.

"Your going to call them?" Y/N asked only slightly confused seeing as he had every right to want to speak to the couple who would be housing his daughter. 

"Yes. Yes I am." Tommy answered lighting the cigarette between his lips. "And I will be informing the Crestwood family that upon their arrival to Arrow House in an attempt to remove my child there should be no doubt in there minds that at that exact moment their home will be burning to the ground." Taking a drag of the nicotine he watched as his daughter eyes widened in disbelief as she stood from her seat. 

"You can't do that." 

"I can." Tommy replied. "I can and  I will but not if you don't make me. It's time you learned action have consequences" He said pointing at her with the cigarette between his fingers. 

"So this is how it's going to be?" She asked. "You don't care about be so that means that no one else can?" 

"I care for you, you know what I do but you have chosen to forget that in the wake of one mistake." Tommy shouted

"'It's time you've learned your actions have consequences' or does that not apply to you, just everyone else?"

"So this is a 'consequence' an attempt for you to punish me for how I've wronged you." Tommy accused.

"God are you kidding- No!" Y/N shouted. "This is an attempt to free myself. this is an attempt to not have nightmares every time I close my eyes because for the last few months that all it ever is! Because every time I look at your face the only thing I can see is that man laughing and telling my that my father didn't give a damn about me and believing him because I had no prove to say otherwise.  

I've tried to forgive you, you have no idea how badly I want to. How badly I want to run to you like when I was younger and think that you'd never let anything hurt me, that the worries of the world don't exist inside the comfort of your arms but I can't.

So no Tomas...I'm not doing this to you, I'm doing this for me."  

The two stood there both looking into each other's eyes it was only then that Tommy truly saw how broken his daughter was on the inside and Y/N saw how desperate her father was to keep her. 

"I fucked up. I know I fucked up but you have to see that I am trying." Tommy admitted. "That I can't make this better if you run away." 

"I know you are...but I can't get better if I stay."  

"..."

[xmalereader]

Lord Morpheus X Male Reader

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Authors Note: The whole Grumpy x Sunshine reader is starting to become my favorite for lord Morpheus and decided to make another God of happiness shot! Enjoy this wholesome!

Summary: Morpheus has reached the point of wanting to court the God of happiness after knowing each other for a few years, wanting to create something serious between the two.

Warnings: Fluff, siblings, mentions of endless family, Mentions of death and delirium, Gods of happiness and darkness, bonding, slight kissing, courting, marriage proposal.

Word count: 2.5K

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The God of Darkness is glaring at the Dream Lord, Dream of the Endless, King of Dreams and Nightmares, Lord Morpheus. He’s looking deep into his soul as he hissed out again.

“No.”

Lord Morpheus held his head up high with his hands behind his back. “Void, i’m not asking—I'm simply telling you.”

“And I’m telling you no.” Void fights back as he takes a step forward, challenging the Endless. “You will not be courting my brother and I will not allow it.”

“It’s not your choice too decide his fate.” Morpheus reminds the God as he growls in anger, turning around in spot as he frowns. “You will not be courting my brother, endless or not. He won’t be by your side.” He warns Dream of the Endless, giving him one last look before disappearing into the darkness. Sunny’s older brother had taken notice of Lord Morpheus courtship towards his brother. As much as he cared for his little brother he wasn’t going to allow an Endless to take his innocence away.

The King of Dreams himself had fallen for the God of Happiness after years of knowing each other. Since the day he first saw his bright smile he was able to feel that familiar tug In his heart, the same feeling he had for Nada and Calliope. He didn’t expect himself to experience that again but with Sunny he would allow such feeling.

The god of happiness was perfect as a husband and partner. He got along well with all of his siblings and the hall adored him, not matter how bad some could usually be, Y/n is always able to work his way inside their hearts. Death already accepts him as a little brother that she adores and loves to be around with. His joy and happiness is contagious, not only to humans but to the endless too.

The news of his courting had reached the rest of siblings, earning them a very interesting conversation during the dinner together with Dream sitting on one end of the table while the rest of his siblings settled. It’s Death who bring up the conversation of his courting. “Rumors tell me that you’ve started courting someone.” She wiggled here brows in a teasing way as Morpheus rolls his eyes.

“Really? Another poor soul to get hurt and abandoned just like the rest.” Said Desire as they leaned back in their seat, legs crossed as they asks. “Who is this new creature you’ll be courting?”

Morpheus adjusts his seating, locking eyes with his sibling as he answers. “The God of Happiness, Sunny, Ray of Sunshine, Y/n.”

Desire froze on spot, his eyes widening in surprise but then slowly darkening. “As much as I am happy for you, brother. I can’t allow you to go after Sunny. You see he’s far too like-able and knowing you, you’d probably hurt his heart.”

Morpheus knew that his last relationships didn’t work out and that he’s made mistakes before but Sunny was a lot different than the rest. He made him feel whole and because of him he can be someone new, someone who can make great changes to himself and his realm. He appreciated Y/n’s presences and even found himself surprised when we the small God challenged him if Morpheus were to over step any boundaries. Everyone knew that he wasn’t one who easily fell in love, but this god has caused such stir inside of him to want to start courting.

“I appreciate your concern, sibling. But, I can assure you that Y/n can make their own decision. If he refuses to accept my proposal the I will not force him nor will I leave his side. I’ll continue to be a friend of his—that is if he wishes.”

“Of course, he’d say Yes!” Death was obviously the happy one for her brother. “I see the way he is around you and he really likes you. You just wait and see.” She gives him a wink, causing a small smile to spread on his lips before the silence is broken by their younger sister Delirium.

“Sunny.” She starts, getting Dreams attention. She sat on the far left side of the table next to Destiny as she asks. “If he says yes, could I meet him?” Both Endless and God had many similarities and she wished to meet him someday.

Dream eyes his younger sister, the two never had a close bond like he did with Death. He was sometimes cautious around her after she changed but he was willing to give their relationship another chance before giving a small nod. “Of course.” His younger sister smiles, turning back to focus on her own doing as she kicked her legs happily. The spent their rest of their family dinner catching up with each other and knowing about their own duties.

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From the Waking world, the God of happiness roams happily as he walks in a park, a skip in his step as he hums a soft tune that his sister, Love, had sung to him once. For some reason he felt happier than usual, feeling something good coming today. He had fulfilled his duties and had met manny new people that enjoyed his company, his little meet up with Death had to be missed due to her family dinner which he understood. He too, sometimes joined his own family dinners in order to reconnect with his sisters and brother who’ve been busy on their ends.

He didn’t mind being on his own, he’s been used to it for many centuries and could last a few more. He was lost in his thoughts that he doesn’t sense his brother, Void, appear next to his side. “Brother.” His voice startles him, causing him to trip over his own feet but Void is able to grab his arm on time and hold him upright before he falls to the floor.

“Oh, Void! I didn’t expect to see you here, what brings you to France?” Y/n cheerfully asks, straightening himself and fixing his clothes as his brother. God of Darkness, Ruler of chaos, asks him a question. “Have you ever fallen in love?”

Y/n is caught off guard by his brothers question, opening and closing his mouth as he tries to find an answer. “A few times, many years ago actually.”

“And now?”

The god shuts his mouth, face growing red at the thought of falling in love again. Lately he has been growing feeling for the King of Dreams but nothing has been confirmed to know of Morpheus felt the same. If not, he didn’t want to ruin the close friendship they’ve created after a few years of knowing each other. “I—no.” He lies, turning around quickly to avoid his older brothers protest as he continues to walk forward.

“Your a terrible liar.” His brother says, following after him as Y/n tried to get himself distracted or come up with an excuse to avoid his brothers questions. “What about you? Haven’t you ever fallen in love?” He shot back while Void frowns. “Never.” Is his response which breaks Y/n heart a little, hearing his older brother admit to never falling in love. “Really?” His own voice is soft and perhaps full of petty but his brother isn’t bothered by it. “Who would love the Ruler of Chaos and Darkness? No mortal or immortal would.”

“You don’t know that.” Y/n frowns. “I bet their is someone out their who would love you and believe me brother when you find them or when they find you, you’ll soon start to get that fuzzy feeling inside whenever your around them. You’ll want to be around them and get to know their likes and dislikes—Oh! The best feeling of falling in love is knowing that they love you back!”

Void can’t help but smile at his brothers reaction towards love. He expected this conversation more with his sister, Love. But, his little brother was an acceptation. Just the sound of his voice growing excited at the mention of love is enough for him to know that his little brother has fallen hard for the King of Dreams. As much as he hates the idea of the two courting their isn’t much he can do to stop it. If love makes his brother react this way then he couldn’t possibly ruin the happiness he is to receive soon.

“One day I’ll be able to experience that feeling but, right now you can give yourself the time to fall in love. Just, don’t tell Love that I said this you know how she gets.” He groans out. If his sister found out about their conversation it would be chaos for the two.

“I won’t!” Y/n chuckles, standing close to his brother as the two walked together down the park in France. He was soon to leave to London and start his new duties there before visiting the Dreaming. He hears Void sigh deeply and say. “I care for you, you know that right?”

Y/n stands in front of his brother, stopping him in his steps as he raised a brow. “Why does it sound like your dying or something. Did you do something wrong?” His eyes widen. “Did you kill someone?” He whispers this time, voice quiet.

Void rolls his eyes. “None of the above, i’m simply letting you know that I care for you and wish you joy and happiness.” His voice drips with sarcasm now. “Enjoy our moment or else I’ll make you cry again.”

Y/n pouts, giving him a glare. “Maybe you should ask for advice on how to be kind to your family by Love. She can give you some good tips.” He jabs his finger against his brothers chest, “or else I’ll tell her about our bonding moment.”

The God of Darkness froze, eyes hard as he glared. “You wouldn’t dare.”

The God of Happiness grins. “Try me, brother.”

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When Morpheus returns back from his family dinner and duties he is informed by Lucienne that all was well in the realm and that a guest had arrived to see him. Morpheus didn’t have many guests visiting him but upon hearing Sunny’s name he can’t help but smile a little.

He was told that he’d left to walk around the Dreaming and to explore for a bit with Matthew by his side. His trusty raven watching over the god of happiness as they roam around Fiddlers green.

“—he did that?”

Morpheus can hear Y/n’s voice from a distance as he continued to walk further into Fiddlers green.

“Yeah! I tell you, kid. Lucifer was not happy after their defeat by the boss himself.” Matthew responds back to their small conversation as they sat underneath a tree. Y/n humming to himself as he pulls his legs up to his chest. “I think one only met them once.” He blurts out, at startling the raven in surprise. “You’ve meet Lucifer?! The King of hell, are you crazy?”

Y/n shrugs his shoulders. “I met them when they were first banished from Silver city. They were actually my first.” He confessed. “They were alone and sad and I guess I was there during the right time. I brought them some happiness during our first meeting and they have always respected me. Lucifer wouldn’t cause me any trouble.” He turns to Matthew who said no words, far too shocked at the idea of Lucifer being his first victim of happiness.

“That is impressive, who would have thought.” Matthew flaps his wings, ruffling them as he puffs his chest out, causing Y/n to stroke his feathers, giving them a light touch as Matthew leans into it. The two not noticing Morpheus standing near by as he watched and listened. The story between Sunny and Lucifer was something new to hear, he didn’t think the god of happiness was powerful enough to bring slight happiness to the Ruler of Hell themselves.

As they continued to converse, Morpheus takes his time on reveal himself from the shadows. Approaching the two as Y/n looks up from Matthew and a wide smile spreads on his lips. “Hello, Dreamy.” He calls out, coming to a stand as he brushed off any grass on his legs and standing in front of Morpheus.

“What happened to Morphy?” He questions at the sudden name change. “Oh! I’ll still call you Morphy but today your Dreamy.” His face goes red when he noticed the way it sounds. “Wait no, I mean—your dreamy as in Dream because your the king of dreams—I mean you are dreamy but—actually—“ He continued to ramble not really knowing what he was saying anymore as Morpheus steps up. “Relax.”

He whispered, finally getting the god to calm down and let out a deep sigh.

“Sorry.” He sighs out, rubbing the back of his neck nervously. The tension between them grows until Y/n gasps in remembrance. “I almost forgot!” He reached into his own pocket while saying. “I got you something during my travels in the waking world. I was visiting an old friend and they helped me make you this.” He holds out a golden necklace with a blue circled stone with raven engravings carved into it, he shyly hands it to him and clears his throat. “I thought you’d like it—“ Dream gently takes it from his hand, thumb grazing over the stone. “—figured you’d accept it as a courting gift.” He bounced on his toes nervously. His hands behind his back as he takes notice of Morpheus’ frozen state.

His reaction is causing Y/n to panic, perhaps this wasn’t a good idea. Maybe asking for courting was something Morpheus didn’t do, the sudden panic was causing him to doubt himself. “If you don’t wish too accept that’s also fine!”

“I do accept.” Morpheus cuts in, holding the necklace in his hand as he smiles softly at the small god. “Strange how I was going to ask you the same question, didn’t think you’d beat me to it.”

Y/n can’t believe his words as he laughs, not thinking that the two were thinking the same thing about the other. “Dream of the Endless asking to court me? Now, that is surprising.”

Morpheus chuckles, stepping forward to place a hand on his waist and pulling him close. “Does an Endless surprise you?”

“A little.” He chuckles. “Don’t forget, if you wish to court me you Matt provide me a gift.” He lightly swats Morpheus’ hand from his waist as the Lord laughs at his actions. “For you, I’ll give you the world.”

Y/n hums. “How about starting small?” His eyes roam Fiddlers green before landing on Matthew. “How about Matthew?”

“Wait what—?” The raven is standing on a branch and confused.

Morpheus puckered his lips. “Debatable.” He responds, “Unfortunately, Matthew isn’t a gift I can provide.”

“Very well, then I give you twenty four hours to think of something.” Y/n leans forward to peck his cheek, smiling against his skin before pulling away. “Twenty four hours and then you can come find me.” He whispers to the Dream Lord making him weak on the knees. “Of course, my ray of sunshine.”

[books-and-catears]

Hello! You probably won’t see this, but I recently found your account and it’s been my safe space! I’ve been having really bad days and when I read your stuff I feel a lot better, so I would like to thank you. I actually downloaded tumbler because of you! So, here’s my question, how would the brothers react to a Suicidal MC? Or MC saying they don’t want to live? I’m sorry if this is too heavy of a concept or dumb, I just wanted to ask cause I haven’t been doing great. Love your account! :)

Oh dear, I'm so sorry...*hugs tight* I'm so grateful that this could be your safe space, and I'm so sorry about what you're going through. You don't deserve any of it, and I'm sure it'll pass. And this is not a dumb concept at all, I found myself thinking about writing it a few times too.

Thank you for your ask and kind words, I hope this brings you whatever little comfort it can. Wish you nothing but happiness and love. And if the bad thoughts get too much, please reach out to someone near you okay?

Tw: Suicidal tendency mentions, Harsh language

Hold On to Me

It doesn't really go away. That voice at the back of your head, telling you to end it right now. The easiest way out of misery. It'll just be like falling asleep, a little pain and then nothing more.

How long had you been standing on that ledge of thought, simply frozen in place? Not falling, not pushing yourself back to safety. Living with seven more people doesn't help either.

Because who had the time to sit down and talk about it? Atleast that's the excuse you used to never tell them about it.

Until you accidentally let it slip.

They were visiting you in the human world. You were so happy initially. And then things just started going wrong...you didn't know how to stop it. It was all barelling so fast out of control. You were sick of it. Tired. And it reached your eyes.

And one of them noticed. And they followed you to your room only to keep on asking. And you couldn't hold it in anymore.

"I just want to end it. I'm tired. Tired of everything. I don't want to live anymore."

LUCIFER stares at you with wide eyes. Wide scared eyes only for a second before he clears his throat.

"Do you have plans tomorrow, MC?" He asks, his grip tightening on the buttons of his coat.

"Not that I can think of." You said.

"I'd like to take you someplace. Please join me tomorrow afternoon. And get some good rest tonight." He said, before leaving the room.

He took you by the hand to an old garden in Devildom. It was overgrown, dried petals of flowers long dead graced the grey grass.

"This is where..," Lucifer paused and threaded his fingers through yours. "This is where I saw Lilith for the last time."

"...." You listened silently in awe.

"We had lost the war. Whoever joined me had fallen. I was the leader who doomed them all. So this is also where I almost joined Lilith in death." Lucifer said softly.

"I looked at my brothers, in pain and bleeding, their wings and body burnt and figured. It was a long fall. But then something saved me. Saved all of us. Diavolo..he changed everything."

"...."

"If I did go on to end myself, Lilith would never be reborn as human, my brothers might have followed me into death, and I would have never met you."

"Lucifer...I-"

He stands in front of you, placing his arms in your shoulders and pulling you closer.

"I don't know if I can save you from what you're feeling. But you can be certain I'll give my all. You're not alone. Just like I wasn't alone."

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MAMMON shook his head softly, furrowing his eyebrows, like it was a bad nightmare he was trying to wake up from.

"No.. oh no no no, not you MC..." It was like the mere thought of you permanant absence gave him a million ounces of pain at once.

"Mammon... you're shaking!" You help him onto the bed, refusing to take his eyes off you.

He didn't say another word. He simply leaned his head forward and onto your shoulder. Your shoulder felt damp and his breath was unstable.

"If ya end it...I...who am I.. going to protect? No, I have to protect you from this feeling. I'll protect ya from it. I know just what to do! Come with me!"

"Mammon wait- wait, you're not stable! Where are you taking me?!" He was desperate and erratic. Keeping his eyes ahead, he carried you through the skies, taking you someplace you had no idea about yet.

"I've seen it okay?! I've heard humans say this shit and then be gone." His jaw clenched. He was fighting back panicking tears.

"I've seen them jump off buildings and swallow pills and more horrible things. They wanted to end it, they said. And they almost ended up doing it! But there is a way to save them...they need to talk to these 'specialists' who make these thoughts go away, I know it!"

"Mammon..."

"Just talk to them okay? I don't know how long it'll take but it'll go away! I know it will, MC...just please. I don't want to lose you to it."

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LEVI dropped the whole pile of manga he was carrying for you. As you sighed and turned around in exhaustion, Levi crept up behind you. He stood closer now looking dead serious.

"It's not worth it, MC. It's really not worth it." Levi said gravely. "The people who hurt you or never cared about you will make a great big show of lies of how much they cared about you. And the people who actually cared will suffer in silence."

"Levi....You almost sound like you-" You cup his face. He hangs his head leaning into your touch.

"Right after the things had gotten peaceful in the Celestial Realm. When there was no need for the Navy or it's Admiral, I-" He paused.

He never planned to tell you this story. What if you think of him as weak? Or weaker than he already was.

"You don't have to tell me if you don't want to. It's okay Levi." You insisted. But he saw the same tired look he saw in himself, on you. He had to tell you.

"I went off to the human world. By myself. Hoping to get lost or something. I'd never that useless before."

"...."

"All I did was worry my brothers. The only people who never made me feel like shit for not having anything to do anymore. It didn't feel good you know?"

You stood there in silence still absorbing his story. He blushed deeply realizing how bold he had decided to be suddenly and freaked out. You almost laughed.

"I- I- Did I say all that?! Oh no! I don't know what I was thinking - forget all of that MC, lets just go read the new manga I got!"

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SATAN stood there silently for a minute before he sat down on your bed. He looked at you and patted the mattress next to him, asking you to take a seat.

"Would you like to talk about it? It helps more than you realise." He said.

You sigh. "It's... it's a lot. I don't know."

"What would you like to do right now? At this very moment." He asked, nudging your shoulder with his.

"I...I just want to rest, I guess. I can't think of anything else." You said, throwing your hands in the air.

"Then let's rest." He falls back on the bed, holding his hand out to you. You take it and he pulls you down too.

You both lie there, staring at the ceiling in silence, his fingers softly caressing your knuckles. You felt yourself calming down, an odd sense of calm filling the air.

"This feels better?" He asked, looking over at you. You nodded.

"There's always things you'll want to do. And they will give you happiness no matter how much." Satan said, inching closer.

"Please don't deny yourself that happiness, MC. You deserve every bit of it."

"Satan..."

"And if you're feeling overwhelmed, I'm always here. I'll hold your hand and do whatever makes you a little happier. You mean too much to me, MC...I don't want you to feel this way alone."

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ASMO's eyes brimmed up with tears within seconds. "Don't... don't say things like that, MC..."

"Just leave Asmo. Please, I'm sorry I'm just not in a good state of mind." You said, exasperated.

"That's all the more reason I can't leave you alone, darling." Asmo moved ahead and swiftly put his arms around you, his head resting on top of yours.

"I can't talk right now, Asmo. I need some space okay? I don't any control what I might say to you and hurt you." You prodded. Everything felt unpleasant and suffocating.

"I don't mind MC." Asmo smiled. "You humans have such a self destructive pride - you push others away when you need them most. And hide your sadness with rage. A few of my own brothers do too."

"...."

"You can say whatever you want to me. Be as angry as you can. Curse all you want. I know you won't mean it."

He smiles the prettiest smile, pressing a chaste kiss on the top of your head. And you relax into his hug.

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The TWINs had come together and they exchanged horrified glances. Beel moved first and stood right before you. "MC..."

"Not now, Beel...just please, let me be awhile. I'm too tired for this." You try to reason.

He simply cups your face, stroking a stray tear running down your cheek. When did you even start to cry? "You're hurting inside. This is why you haven't been eating?"

"I'm just not hungry, Beel. That all."

"And you haven't been sleeping well either have you?" Belphie reached out a stroked the bags under your eyes. "Stop doing this to yourself, MC."

You move back letting both their hands fall off you. Too much at once. You couldn't take it right now.

"You don't get to tell me what to do or not do with myself. Besides I'm fine. I just need to be alone for a while."

"You need space, we get it. But please don't do anything stupid. We're right on the other side of the door." Belphie tugged at Beel's jacket. "Let's go Beel. MC just needs some alone time."

Beel dashed out only to come back within seconds with a handful of snacks and your favourite ice cream. "Please don't starve yourself."

"....I won't Beel, don't worry. Thank you for all this."

Belphie puffed up your pillow before he left. "I enchanted the pillow. You'll have a good sleep and no nightmaresa. We're right here when you need us."

"Thank you Belphie..."