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ijustmissyouraccenths · 3 months ago

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White Lie

Where Y/N tells Harry a lie and she gets in trouble. Word Count: 5,990

Content Warning: Mentions of alcohol, spanking, smut, dominance.

Based off Toxic Valentine by All Time Low

Harry adjusts the horns on his head, smirking at his reflection in the mirror. “Who knew finding a decent devil costume in March would be this impossible?” he mutters, running a ringed hand through his curls.

Y/N, slipping the halo onto her head, grins. “At least you didn’t have to order yours from a questionable website. The shipping took forever, and I’m pretty sure this halo is made of pipe cleaners.”

Harry turns to her, dragging his gaze over the soft white fabric hugging her body. “Looks like it was worth the wait, though,” he murmurs, stepping closer. “You look like a dream.”

She rolls her eyes but can’t help the warmth creeping up her neck. “And you look like trouble.”

Harry smirks, adjusting the pitchfork in his grip. “Then I guess I’m playing my part well.”

Harry scoffs, leaning against the bathroom counter as he watches her. “Only Zack would throw a costume party just because he’s bored of normal birthdays.”

Y/N adjusts her halo, turning slightly to check her reflection. “Yeah, and only we would spend a whole week scrambling to find costumes in the middle of March.”

Harry steps up behind her, his hands lazily resting on her hips as he meets her eyes in the mirror. “You complaining, angel?” His voice is smooth, teasing.

She tilts her head, feigning thought. “Not complaining, just making sure you remember how much effort I put into this.”

His smirk deepens. “Oh, trust me, I noticed.” His fingers squeeze her waist, his voice dropping an octave. “And I plan on showing my appreciation later.”

She rolls her eyes, but the warmth in her stomach betrays her. “You’re impossible.”

“And yet, you love me,” he murmurs, pressing a slow kiss just beneath her ear.

Y/N adjusts her wings, making sure they sit just right before slipping on her heels. Harry watches her with a smirk, twirling the car keys around his finger. “Ready, angel?” he drawls.

She nods, and they head out. The night air is cool as they slide into his black Range Rover, the soft leather seats cool against her thighs. Harry starts the engine with a low rumble, his rings glinting as he grips the wheel. One hand stays steady on the leather, the other resting lazily on the gear shift. His devil horns sit slightly askew, curls falling over his forehead, and the glow of the dashboard casts sharp shadows on his jawline.

The road is quiet, streetlights flickering past in warm pools of yellow. Music hums softly through the speakers, something slow and sultry, the bass thrumming beneath their conversation. Harry’s fingers tap against the wheel in time with the beat, his thumb occasionally dragging across his bottom lip as he concentrates on the road.

Every now and then, he glances at Y/N, eyes flicking over her bare thighs, the curve of her dress. A smirk tugs at his lips when he catches her staring. “See something you like?” he teases, voice rich with amusement.

She rolls her eyes, shifting in her seat. “Just wondering if you’re even paying attention to the road.”

Harry chuckles, deep and low. “Trust me, angel, I can multitask.”

Harry smirks, letting his palm drift from the gear shift to Y/N’s thigh, his rings cool against her warm skin. His fingers splay out lazily, tracing slow, absentminded circles as he focuses on the road.

Y/N swallows, shifting slightly, but the heat blooming under his touch is undeniable. The warmth spreads up her spine, pooling low in her stomach. The soft fabric of her dress does little to shield her from the way his fingertips skim closer to the inside of her thigh, just enough to tease.

Harry notices—of course he does. His smirk deepens, his thumb pressing in just slightly. “You’re warm,” he muses, voice smooth, teasing. His eyes flick toward her for a split second, dark and knowing. “Something on your mind?”

She exhales slowly, willing herself to keep her composure. “Just wondering if you actually plan on keeping your hands on the wheel.”

Harry chuckles, low and deep. “I like having one hand free.” His fingers tighten ever so slightly, a deliberate squeeze before he pulls away, dragging his palm back to the gear shift.

The absence of his touch leaves her skin tingling, the air between them charged. The rest of the drive is quiet, but the tension lingers—thick, heavy, and promising.

Harry pulls the Range Rover into Zack’s driveway, the low hum of the engine cutting out as he kills the ignition. The house is lit up, warm yellow light spilling from the windows, and a steady pulse of music thrums from inside—not deafening, but enough to feel in their bones.

The front door is slightly ajar, laughter and conversation drifting out into the cool night air. A few people linger on the porch, drinks in hand, their costumes ranging from effortless to completely ridiculous. One guy, dressed as a cowboy, tips his hat at Y/N as she walks past, making Harry’s grip on her waist tighten slightly as they step inside.

The living room is spacious, decorated just enough to match the theme without feeling like a Halloween party. Streamers hang lazily from the ceiling, and a few dimly lit lamps cast a soft glow over the crowd. The scent of alcohol and something sweet lingers in the air, mixing with the faint traces of cologne and perfume.

Zack, dressed as some over-the-top magician, spots them instantly from across the room and grins, making his way over. “Finally! Thought you two weren’t gonna show,” he teases, clapping Harry on the back before pulling Y/N into a quick hug.

Harry smirks, slipping an arm around Y/N’s waist. “Wouldn’t miss it, mate. But if I’d known I’d be seeing that—” he gestures to Zack’s dramatic velvet cape— “I might’ve reconsidered.”

Zack scoffs, adjusting his ridiculous top hat. “Jealousy doesn’t suit you, Styles.”

Zack rolls his eyes at Harry before turning to Y/N. “Anyway, drinks are in the kitchen, music requests go through me—” he smirks, wagging a finger, “—and try not to get into any fights with anyone’s questionable costume choices.”

Y/N laughs, already spotting a questionable superhero outfit across the room. “No promises.”

Zack disappears back into the crowd, and Harry’s hand slides down to rest against the small of her back. “Drink?” he asks, voice close to her ear over the music.

She nods, letting him guide her through the room. The bass of the music is steady but not overpowering, the kind that hums low in her chest. People acknowledge them with nods, a few playful whistles thrown Harry’s way at his devil costume. He only smirks, unfazed, as they make it to the kitchen.

The counter is lined with bottles, mixers, and red solo cups, evidence of drinks already being made. Harry grabs a bottle of tequila, quirking a brow at her. “Want me to make you something, angel?” he teases, pouring himself a drink.

She hums, pretending to think. “Make it strong.”

His smirk deepens. “Didn’t take you for a sinner.”

She rolls her eyes, but there’s heat behind her stare. “I’m full of surprises.”

Harry chuckles, pouring her a drink with ease, his fingers brushing hers as he hands it over. “That,” he murmurs, eyes flicking over her, “I don’t doubt.”

They lean against the counter, sipping their drinks as the party flows around them. Every now and then, someone stops to chat, but Harry’s presence remains close—his fingers grazing her hip, his voice smooth in her ear when he leans in to make a comment. There’s a tension between them, lingering just beneath the surface, a push and pull that neither of them fully acknowledge.

Y/N laughs, shaking her head as she takes in the scene—people scattered in small groups, some dancing, others leaning against the kitchen island, sipping drinks and chatting. It’s lively, but not overwhelming. The kind of night that could go in any direction.

Harry squeezes her waist before stepping back. “Be right back, angel,” he murmurs, brushing a quick kiss against her temple before disappearing into the crowd.

Y/N leans against the counter, sipping her drink, letting the low hum of conversation and music settle around her. The party is comfortable, just lively enough without feeling overwhelming. She scans the room idly, watching people dance, laugh, and lean into each other with tipsy grins.

Then, out of nowhere—

“Did it hurt?”

She turns, eyebrows lifting as she finds herself face-to-face with someone she doesn’t recognize. A guy, tall, confident smirk in place, dressed as some kind of Roman gladiator.

She blinks, confused. “Sorry?”

He leans against the counter beside her, grin widening. “When you fell from heaven.”

Oh.

She huffs a quiet laugh, shaking her head. “That’s a terrible line.”

He shrugs, undeterred. “Had to try. You kind of stand out.” His eyes drag over her costume, slow and deliberate. “What’s your name?”

She gives him a polite smile. “I’m here with someone.”

“I didn’t ask that,” he replies smoothly, tilting his head. “Just your name.”

Before she can respond, a familiar presence slips back into place beside her.

Harry.

His hand brushes hers as he sets a cup down in front of her, his gaze flicking over the guy in an instant. “Was he flirting with you?” His voice is calm, casual, but there’s something sharp lurking beneath it.

Y/N doesn’t hesitate. “No.”

Harry’s eyes snap to hers, the shift almost imperceptible—but she feels it. Knows he caught the lie the second it left her lips.

She takes the drink, lifting it to her lips, hoping he’ll let it go.

He does. For now.

But the way his fingers flex against his cup, the way his jaw ticks just slightly, tells her everything she needs to know.

Harry doesn’t say anything else. He just takes a slow sip of his drink, his eyes lingering on her a moment longer than necessary. Y/N shifts under his gaze, knowing he’s already filed away her lie, tucked it somewhere deep where he’ll let it simmer.

The guy, oblivious to the silent exchange, glances between them before clearing his throat. “Right. Well—nice meeting you,” he mutters, before slipping back into the crowd.

Harry watches him go, jaw still tight, but he doesn’t make a move. Doesn’t react. Instead, he turns his attention back to Y/N, his fingers idly tapping against his glass.

She exhales, keeping her tone light. “See? No big deal.”

Harry hums, a sound that’s neither agreement nor disagreement. “Mm.” He tilts his head, eyes dropping to her lips before flicking back up. “Drink your drink, angel.”

She narrows her eyes slightly, sensing the shift in him—the way his voice has dropped lower, the edge of something unreadable in his expression. “I am,” she mutters, taking another sip.

Harry just watches, his smirk subtle, like he’s waiting for something.

The party around them continues, people laughing, music thrumming, but the energy between them has changed. He’s quiet, controlled, unreadable in that way he gets when he’s thinking. Calculating.

And then, after a long moment, he leans in, his breath warm against her ear. “Let’s go.”

Y/N swallows, setting her drink down. “Harry—”

He pulls back just enough to meet her eyes, his own dark, unwavering. “Now.”

She doesn’t argue. Doesn’t pretend not to understand what’s happening.

Without another word, he takes her hand and leads her out the door.

The car ride back is suffocatingly silent. No music, no idle conversation—just the low hum of the engine and the occasional flick of the turn signal. The city lights cast fleeting shadows across Harry’s face, sharp angles illuminated before fading into darkness again. His grip on the steering wheel is steady, but his fingers flex every so often, his rings catching the dim glow from the dashboard.

Y/N shifts in her seat, the tension thick enough to choke on. She can feel the weight of his silence pressing against her, heavy, deliberate. He hasn’t looked at her once since they left Zack’s house. No teasing smirks, no sideways glances. Just focused, controlled restraint.

She bites her lip, sneaking a glance at him. His jaw is tight, the muscle there twitching as he clenches it.

The quiet stretches, unbearable. She exhales softly, voice cautious when she finally speaks. “Harry—”

His fingers drum against the wheel once before he exhales sharply through his nose. “Don’t,” he murmurs, voice low. Calm. Too calm.

She swallows, staring at him, but his eyes stay locked on the road. The way he’s holding himself—so composed, so maddeningly quiet—tells her everything she needs to know.

He’s waiting.

Not for an apology. Not for an excuse.

For her to sit in the silence and feel the weight of her lie.

The drive feels endless. The weight of Harry’s silence coils around her like a vice, thick and unrelenting. Every passing streetlight flickers across his face, highlighting the sharp tension in his jaw, the slight furrow between his brows.

Y/N swallows, pressing her palms against her thighs, the air in the car feeling heavier with each mile. The soft hum of the engine is the only sound between them, save for the occasional drag of Harry’s thumb against the leather steering wheel.

Her throat is dry. She tries again, softer this time. “Harry—”

His grip tightens, knuckles shifting beneath the dim light. “Not now.”

Not now.

The two words slice through her, quiet but firm, leaving no room for argument.

She exhales slowly, leaning her head back against the seat, staring out the window. The streets blur past, dark and empty, the city slipping away as they near his house. Her pulse is steady, but beneath it, she can feel the slow, creeping burn of anticipation curling at the edges.

Because she knows him.

Knows the way his silence is never just silence. It’s deliberate. It’s restraint.

And restraint never lasts.

When he finally pulls into the driveway, cutting the engine, he doesn’t move. Doesn’t look at her. The stillness stretches for a moment too long. Then, finally, he speaks—voice low, controlled.

“Inside. Now.”

Her breath catches.

She doesn’t argue.

Doesn’t hesitate.

She just unbuckles her seatbelt and steps out of the car, following him into the house, into the charged, waiting dark.

The door shuts behind them with a quiet click. The house is dark except for the faint glow of the streetlights filtering through the windows, casting long shadows along the walls. Y/N stands just a few steps inside, her breath unsteady, her pulse thrumming in her ears.

Harry still hasn’t looked at her.

He takes his time. Shrugs off his coat, tosses his keys onto the entryway table with a soft clink. The silence stretches, thick and unbearable, wrapping around her like a vice. Her hands fidget at her sides, the weight of his restraint pressing down on her like gravity itself.

Finally—finally—he turns.

His gaze is unreadable, dark and unreadable, sweeping over her with a slow, deliberate intensity that makes her stomach flip. He tilts his head, dragging his tongue along the inside of his cheek before speaking.

“Tell me again,” he murmurs, voice low, smooth. “Was he flirting with you?”

Her lips part, but nothing comes out. Her throat feels tight, heat curling at the base of her spine under the weight of his gaze.

Harry steps closer, slow and steady, like a predator circling its prey. His fingers come up to brush the halo from her head, letting it fall to the floor with a soft thud.

“Careful, angel,” he murmurs, his voice like velvet and warning all at once. “Because I don’t like being lied to.”

Y/N swallows, her voice barely above a whisper. “Okay… he was flirting with me.”

Harry’s expression doesn’t change at first. But something shifts—his jaw tightens, his eyes darken, and the air between them thickens. He exhales sharply, dragging a hand through his curls before leveling her with a look so intense it makes her stomach flip.

“Why did you lie to me?” His voice is low, controlled, but there’s a dangerous edge beneath it.

She hesitates, shifting on her feet. “Because…” She exhales, dropping her gaze for a second before forcing herself to meet his eyes. “I didn’t want you to get mad.”

Silence.

Then, slowly, that smirk appears. The one that isn’t playful, isn’t teasing—it’s sharp, calculated.

“Mad?” he repeats, stepping closer until she has no choice but to tilt her chin up to meet his gaze. He lifts a hand, fingers trailing along her jaw before tilting her face toward him. “Why? Because he was trying to take what’s mine?”

Her breath catches.

His fingers tighten just slightly against her skin, his eyes never leaving hers. “Tell me, angel,” he murmurs, voice dropping lower. “Is that why you lied to me?”

Y/N exhales shakily, her pulse hammering beneath the weight of his gaze. The room feels smaller, the air charged and suffocating. His fingers against her jaw are firm, his touch deceptively gentle, but there’s something unreadable in his eyes.

She nods, barely, her voice caught in her throat. “I—I didn’t want you to make a scene.”

Harry chuckles, a deep, dark sound that sends a shiver down her spine. “A scene?” He tilts his head, thumb brushing just below her bottom lip. “You think I’d cause a scene over some idiot who didn’t know better?” His smirk deepens, but there’s no humor in it. “No, angel. I wouldn’t waste my time on him.” He leans in, lips a breath away from hers, his voice a low murmur. “But you lying to me? Now that—that’s something I don’t like.” His fingers slide down, trailing over her throat, pressing lightly against the rapid beat of her pulse.

“You thought I’d get mad if I knew he was flirting with you,” he muses, watching her reaction carefully. “But you didn’t stop to think what lying to me would do.” He pauses, his grip tightening ever so slightly. “That’s not very angelic of you, is it?”

Her body feels like it’s burning from the inside out. The way he’s looking at her, the slow, deliberate drag of his fingers down her neck, over her collarbone, the possessiveness in his voice—it’s overwhelming.

She swallows, whispering, “I just didn’t want to ruin the night.”

Harry exhales through his nose, shaking his head as he lets out a soft tsk. “Oh, angel,” he murmurs, his lips ghosting over the shell of her ear. “The night was already ruined the moment you lied to me.”

His fingers find her waist, pulling her flush against him. His voice is velvet, smooth and dangerous. “So tell me,” he breathes, lips barely brushing her skin, “how do you plan on making it up to me?”

Y/N swallows hard, her voice barely above a whisper. “I’ll do anything.”

Harry’s smirk deepens, something dark and knowing flickering behind his eyes. He tilts his head, studying her, dragging his thumb lazily along the curve of her jaw.

“Anything?” he repeats, his voice low, almost amused.

She nods.

His gaze lingers for a moment before he hums, pleased. “Okay,” he murmurs.

Without another word, he takes her hand, guiding her toward the stairs. The grip on her wrist is firm, not forceful, but commanding. She follows without hesitation, her heart pounding as they ascend, the tension between them thick and unspoken.

The moment they step into his bedroom, Harry shuts the door behind them, the quiet click echoing through the dimly lit space.

“On your knees,” he instructs smoothly, voice unwavering.

Y/N hesitates for only a second before sinking onto the floor, the soft carpet brushing against her bare skin. She tilts her chin up, waiting, her breath uneven.

Harry watches her, running his tongue along his bottom lip, his expression unreadable. He exhales slowly, rolling his shoulders before stepping toward his nightstand. As he slides open the drawer, a slow smirk spreads across his face.

“Been waiting for a reason to try these,” he murmurs, more to himself than to her.

Her stomach tightens as she watches him reach inside, his fingers curling around cool metal.

Handcuffs.

He dangles them from one finger, the silver glinting under the warm light of the room. His eyes flick back to hers, dark and full of something wicked.

“Still willing to do anything?”

Y/N’s breath hitches, her eyes flickering between the handcuffs dangling from his finger and the dark, unreadable expression on his face. The weight of his gaze pins her in place, her heart hammering in anticipation.

Slowly, deliberately, she nods. “Yes.”

Harry hums in approval, stepping closer until the toes of his boots brush her knees. “Good,” he murmurs, reaching down, his fingers threading through her hair before tilting her chin up. “I’d hate for you to change your mind now.”

She doesn’t. Not even for a second.

The click of the cuffs as he separates them is deafening in the quiet room. He moves with a deliberate slowness, dragging out the moment, making sure she feels every second of it. He crouches slightly, running a ringed finger down the line of her throat before reaching for her wrists.

“Hands,” he murmurs, voice smooth as silk.

She lifts them without hesitation, and his smirk deepens. His fingers brush over her skin as he snaps one cuff around her wrist, the metal cool and unyielding. He takes his time securing the other, watching her carefully as if daring her to back out.

She doesn’t.

The final click echoes through the room, sealing the moment between them.

Harry leans in, his breath warm against her ear. “You lied to me tonight, angel.” His voice is calm, measured, but there’s an unmistakable edge of something darker lurking beneath it. “Now, I get to decide how you make it up to me.”

He pulls back just enough to meet her eyes, dragging his thumb over the rapid pulse at her wrist, smirking at what he finds.

“Hope you’re ready,” he murmurs, tilting his head. “Because I’m not feeling very merciful tonight.”

Y/N barely holds back a breathless laugh at the irony of it all—her, dressed in white, halo discarded on the floor, wrists bound in silver cuffs. And Harry, standing over her, every bit the devil he’s pretending to be.

The dim glow of the bedside lamp flickers against his skin, deepening the shadows along his sharp jawline, making the green of his eyes seem almost unnatural—too dark, too knowing. His devil horns, slightly askew in his unruly curls, only add to the sinful picture he makes. The deep red of them catches the light when he tilts his head, watching her with that slow, wicked smirk, the one that promises nothing good.

His all-black outfit clings to him in the right places—the fabric of his shirt unbuttoned just enough to reveal a glimpse of the swallows inked against his collarbones. The silver rings on his fingers glint as he flexes them, rolling his wrists like he has all the time in the world. He looks like temptation itself, like something dangerous wrapped up in silk and smirks, and she knows—she knows—he’s enjoying this.

“You’re quiet,” he muses, stepping closer, his boots brushing against her knees. He reaches down, fingers tracing over the metal cuffs, testing their weight against her wrists. “Having second thoughts, angel?”

His voice is deep, slow, velvety smooth, and it sends a shiver down her spine.

No, she’s not having second thoughts.

She just can’t believe how perfectly devilish he looks. And worse—how much she wants to fall right into his trap.

Y/N swallows, her pulse thrumming beneath her skin as Harry’s fingers lazily trace the edge of the cuffs around her wrists. His touch is light, barely there, but deliberate—always deliberate. He tilts his head slightly, studying her with a slow, dark amusement, his lips curling at the edges like he already knows what’s running through her mind.

“No second thoughts then?” he murmurs, his voice deep, teasing. His thumb brushes over her pulse, feeling how fast it beats beneath his touch.

She shakes her head, barely able to find her voice. “No.”

His smirk deepens. “Good.”

He steps back, just enough to take her in—the way she looks beneath him, dressed in white, knees pressed into the plush carpet, wrists bound together like a perfect contradiction to him. The sight makes something dark flicker in his gaze, something possessive.

“You look so sweet like this, angel,” he muses, dragging his knuckles slowly down the line of her jaw. “So obedient.” His voice dips lower, rougher. “But I know better, don’t I?”

She exhales shakily, feeling the heat creep up her neck, pooling low in her stomach. His words are measured, carefully placed, meant to unravel her piece by piece.

Harry leans down, fingers tilting her chin up so she has no choice but to meet his gaze. His breath is warm against her lips when he speaks.

“Tell me, angel,” he murmurs, voice barely above a whisper. “Are you ready to confess?”

Y/N’s breath catches in her throat. The way he’s looking at her—dark, expectant, patient but unforgiving—makes her head spin. The handcuffs feel heavier now, the cool metal biting into her skin, a reminder of the power shift between them.

She swallows, wetting her lips. “Confess what?”

Harry hums, amusement flickering in his eyes like a slow-burning fire. His thumb ghosts over her bottom lip, applying the faintest pressure. “Don’t play dumb,” he murmurs, tilting his head. “You lied to me tonight, didn’t you?”

Her stomach flips.

“I—”

His hand slides into her hair, gripping just enough to make her stop. Not enough to hurt. Just enough to make her feel it.

“Didn’t you?” he repeats, quieter this time.

Y/N exhales shakily, her heartbeat hammering against her ribs. “Yes.”

His smirk is slow, dangerous. “Good girl,” he murmurs, his fingers flexing against her scalp for just a second before releasing. “Now, tell me why.”

Her mouth feels dry. She could blame it on the tension, on the way he’s looming over her, looking every bit the devil he’s dressed as. But deep down, she knows the answer isn’t complicated.

“I didn’t want you to get mad,” she admits softly.

Harry exhales through his nose, shaking his head slightly as he drags his thumb along her jaw. “Mad?” he repeats, feigning confusion. “Why would I be mad, angel?” His fingers tighten just slightly, the warmth of his rings pressing into her skin. “Because he wanted something that doesn’t belong to him?”

The air between them is heavy, thick with something unspoken. He waits, eyes locked onto hers, daring her to deny it.

She doesn’t. She can’t.

Instead, she lets the truth slip through her lips, barely above a whisper.

“I belong to you.”

Something shifts in his expression—something darker, something claiming. He leans in, brushing his nose along her cheek before his lips find her ear.

“Say it again.”

The demand is soft, but there’s no mistaking the command behind it.

Y/N shivers, tilting her head slightly, her breath uneven. “I belong to you.”

Harry exhales, slow and controlled, his hands slipping down her arms, tracing the edge of the cuffs at her wrists. He hums, pleased, dragging his mouth along her jaw before finally pulling back enough to meet her eyes.

“That’s right,” he murmurs, thumb pressing against her pulse. “And I don’t take kindly to people touching what’s mine.” His eyes flick down to her bound wrists, then back up to her face, his smirk returning, slow and calculated.

“Lucky for you,” he breathes, tracing the metal with his fingers, “I know exactly how to remind you of that.”

Harry doesn’t rush. He never does.

With deliberate ease, he reaches down, gripping Y/N’s arms and pulling her up from her knees. The cuffs clink softly as she stumbles slightly, but he steadies her with a firm hand at her waist. His eyes never leave hers, dark and unreadable, filled with something wicked.

“Come here,” he murmurs, voice low and commanding.

He moves to sit on the edge of the bed, legs spread, the picture of power and control. His rings catch the dim light as he tugs at her hips, guiding her forward until she’s standing between his knees.

Then, with one sharp pull, he has her sprawled across his lap.

The movement is so sudden, so effortless, that it takes her breath away. Her cheek presses against the cool sheets, her arms pinned at her lower back, wrists still bound.

Harry hums in satisfaction, his hands dragging slowly over the curve of her waist, down to her thighs, his touch deceptively gentle.

“You lied to me tonight, angel,” he muses, tracing lazy circles against her skin. “And I can’t just let that go, can I?”

Her breath hitches, heat blooming across her skin. “Harry—”

Smack.

The first strike lands before she can finish her sentence.

She gasps, her body jolting, the sharp sting spreading through her instantly.

Harry exhales, slow and measured, his palm lingering against her skin for a second before pulling away. “That,” he murmurs, dragging his fingers along the fresh warmth of the spot he just struck, “is for lying.”

Then another. Smack. Harder this time.

Y/N lets out a quiet gasp, her fingers curling into fists, her bound wrists pressing into the small of her back.

Harry chuckles, low and deep. “You can take it, angel,” he murmurs, his touch soothing for only a second before he lands another one. “Can’t you?” She nods, barely able to form words, her body buzzing with heat.

“Good girl,” he breathes, his fingers trailing along the curve of her spine. “I want you to remember this the next time you think about lying to me.”

Another sharp smack, and this time, Y/N feels the heat flood every inch of her body.

Harry leans down, lips brushing against her ear, his voice dark and filled with satisfaction.

“Now,” he murmurs, his fingers tracing the red marks blooming on her skin. “Are you ready to be good for me?”

Y/N barely manages to catch her breath before she exhales, her voice soft but certain. “Yes, Daddy.”

Harry stills for a second, his grip on her waist tightening just slightly, before a low chuckle rumbles from his chest. “That’s my good girl,” he murmurs, voice dripping with satisfaction.

His fingers trail up her back, to where her angel wings are still fastened in place. He takes his time undoing them, dragging his fingertips along her spine as he lifts them off. The soft material rustles as he sets them aside, his smirk deepening as he leans down, his lips grazing her ear.

“These,” he murmurs, voice thick with amusement, “can never get you quite as high as I do.” A shiver rolls down her spine at his words, at the smug confidence in his voice, at the way he always knows exactly what to say to make her melt. Before she can respond, he presses a firm hand between her shoulder blades, guiding her down until her chest meets the mattress. His weight shifts behind her, slow and deliberate, his fingertips ghosting over the freshly warmed skin of her thighs, teasing, taunting.

“So eager,” he muses, dragging his palm over the curve of her hip, his fingers barely applying any pressure. “And you haven’t even earned it yet.” She whimpers softly, shifting beneath his touch, but he only chuckles again, amused by her impatience.

“Be good for me,” he murmurs, his breath warm against her skin. “Let me take my time.”

And he does.

He always does.

Harry's hands roamed over Y/N's bound form, his touch firm but teasing, tracing the curves of her body with a possessive air. He leaned in close to her ear, his breath hot against her skin as he whispered, "You're mine now, angel. And I'm going to show you just how good it can be."

With that, he gripped her hips roughly and flipped her over onto her back. Y/N gasped, her wrists still bound behind her back, leaving her at his mercy. Harry smirked down at her, his eyes dark with desire. Slowly, he unzipped his pants, revealing himself to her. He was hard and ready for her, the sight of her helplessness driving him wild with need.

"Spread your legs," he growled lowly, and she obeyed without hesitation. Harry positioned himself at her entrance and then paused for a moment, savoring the power he held over her in this moment. His fingers trailed up the inside of Y/N's thighs before dipping between them to test how wet she was for him. He groaned at the slickness he found there; she was every bit as ready as he was.

Without warning, Harry thrust into her in one long stroke, filling her completely and eliciting a sharp cry from both their lips. He didn't stop there; he began to move inside of Y/N with a relentless rhythm that soon had them both panting for air. Her legs trembled around his waist as she arched up into him

Harry's hips pounded into hers, his grip on her hips tightening as he angled his thrusts to hit that sweet spot deep inside her. Y/N's cries of pleasure filled the room. Her body trembled beneath him, her cuffed wrists the only thing grounding her in this world of sensation.

Their bodies moved together in a dance, their moans and gasps the only soundtrack to their passionate symphony. Harry's fingers dug into Y/N's hips, his nails leaving marks as he drove himself deeper and deeper inside her. Sweat glistened on both their brows as they pushed each other higher and higher, teetering on the edge of release.

Harry could feel it building in his core, that familiar tightness that signaled his climax was near. He knew he wanted to savor this moment, to draw it out as long as possible, but Y/N felt too good—too perfect—wrapped around him like this. With a final deep thrust, he groaned out his release, emptying himself inside her depths.

His climax sent her over the edge as well, her own orgasm crashing through her like a tidal wave. Her back arched off the bed as she cried out in ecstasy, every nerve ending in her body alight with pleasure. Wave after wave washed over her until she finally collapsed back onto the mattress beneath him, spent and breathless.

"I'm sorry. I was a bit rough tonight," Harry breathed against her hair-lined neck, apology heavy in his voice. It was meant to be genuine, offering a sliver of remorse for the power dynamic they had just indulged in, despite both of them enjoying it immensely. But it was also tinged with something else, a quiet satisfaction that Y/N could almost taste on his lips – the thrill of the dominance, the knowledge that he could bend her to his will.

She shifted slightly against him, snuggling deeper into his warmth. "It's alright," she murmured, the words strained and breathless from their shared exertion.

He unsnapped the cuffs, relief washing over her as she relaxed, but the apologies hung thick in the air. Harry’s gaze met hers, the intensity of his eyes making her hold her breath.

"Do you...do you regret it, angel?" he asked, his voice softer now, a touch vulnerable.

She shook her head, the movement making their bodies brush against each other.

"No," she whispered with a faint smile.

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imaginedreamwrite · 4 months ago

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Love The Hell Out Of You

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6

Summary: After revealing your pregnancy, the alpha you had once hoped to spend the rest of your life with leaves. He boxes the minimal amount of things you have with you in your shared apartment, and kicks you out.

Heartbroken and with a baby on the way you can only look at the silver lining—one of your distant aunts on your mother’s side inherited you a cabin. In a forested area in Austria, nearby a small and quiet village, a cabin waits for you.

Austria has more for you than you ever expected including a 6’10” alpha with piercing blue eyes.

#alpha!könig #alpha!könig x pregnant!omega!reader #alpha!könig x omega!reader #alpha!König x omega!Reader fluff #könig x reader #König x reader fluff #König x reader angst #König x reader smut #König imagines #König imagine #König imagines fluff #konig imagines angst #love the hell out of you series #love the hell out of you masterlist #love the hell out of you

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imagine-you · 3 months ago

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If I Open the Door To Heaven Or Hell Masterlist [Wally Clark/Reader]

Summary: Your relationship with Wally always felt one-sided. You were hopelessly crushing on him and he just seemed happy to be your friend. It isn't until you're there for him after he confronts his scar that you both realize your feelings aren't so one-sided. But will your relationship survive Mr. Martin's betrayal, facing your own inner demons, and Maddie's departure? Word Count: 15.8k [so far] Author's Note: This series was born out of a need for someone to be there for Wally after he went into his scar. Because what the hell do you mean the guy who's there for everyone else endured that shit alone and had a panic attack right there on the football field without someone to hold him? Fuck that. Read On AO3

Part One // Part Two // Part Three // Part Four // Part Five // Part Six // Part Seven

#school spirits #wally clark #wally clark imagine #school spirits imagine #wally clark x reader #school spirits x reader #fic #imagine #ao3 #wally clark x you #heaven or hell verse #masterlist

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gimmethatagustd · 18 days ago

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all the good girls go to hell (masterlist)

If you had known the demon tasked with reaping your soul would be a total #daddy you would have gone to Hell sooner!

Pairing: Demon Hoseok x Reader x Satan Namjoon

Rating: Explicit

Genre/Trope: Hell, demons, crack, smut

Total Words: 6,267

Content Warning: See each chapter for complete list.

Chapter 1 - Not Today, Satan

Chapter 2 - Maybe Today, Satan

Final Chapter - Definitely Today, Satan

#bts fanfic #bts x reader #namjoon fanfic #namjoon x reader #bts smut #namjoon smut #hoseok fanfic #hoseok x reader #gimmethatagustd #all the good girls go to hell #masterlist

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o-pandora-o · 11 months ago

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May I request headcanons for WHB Satan, Beelzebub, Leviathan, Valefor, Beleth, and Mammon with shy gn s/o please?

Satan, Mammon, Leviathan, Beelzebub, Valefor, Beleth with shy g/n s/o

Notes: Thank you so much for requesting! I hope you like this, and I do apologize for making this late. I had a lot of ideas so I kinda made it too long LMAO. I'm not sure if I made this correct, but if I didn't, send me another ask. I apologize in advance because I'm not really used to writing Leviathan's up until now. Thank you so much again and keep playing WHB~

Satan

🩸PDA!!! He LOVES showing public display of affection, much to your dismay. He loves to put his arms around you and sometimes he'd suddenly kiss you and make out (he always makes sure no one sees). Sometimes, when he's feeling a bit spicy he'd becomes a bit touchy (with consent of course), which never fails to make you red as a tomato.

"S-satan! N-not in public!" you close your eyes while blushing so madly "Kek. It's alright babe, no one can see" Satan grins as he wrapped his arm around your waist and and kissed you, Sitri and the others not noticing, or do they?

🩸Satan is so straightforward, it always make you flustered; bonus is he does that on occasions that you're with others! "What do you mean you're on a diet because someone said you're fat? C'mere!" Satan whisks you up and puts you down in the nearest chair, his arms still wrapped around your waist. "You're never fat in my eyes, alright? You look good as you'll ever be. Hot stuff." He began to make out with you "Satan!! Mmphhh!!!" "Yea, that's right sweet cheeks"

🩸He always acknowledged your strengths and weaknesses. He's always proud of you, that's why he picked you as his s/o. He would boast you whenever he's with others if given the chance, which always make you blush. "Satan, what made you like y/n hmm? They're your complete opposite, they're shy" Beelzebub asked "Hah what do you mean? They're the best person anyone can ever have! They do their best, they look good, they're nice, and much more. I think being shy is one of their best trait..." Satan looks at you with a smirk in his face, while you were blushing. "See?" He adds. "Satan!!!" he grins when he saw you covering your face. He grabs your wrist and he kissed you to make you shut up, which made you blush even more.

🩸You know those trope where one person is shy enough to tell the waiter they got their order wrong, and their partner bluntly tells the waiter that they got the order wrong? Yeah that's Satan.

Both of you were in Gehenna's bar ordering food. "Uhm... I'll take the 666 Devil burger please..." "And I'll take the House Steak, and a glass of Devil's water (alcohol)" Satan proudly grins as he hold your waist. "Coming right up!" One of the waiter says, you both went to the available sofa seats. Both of you sit at opposite sides of the table, and talk about your day. "The burger here is top tier I'd say, it was a good choice kek" At Satan's remark, the waiter came with all of the ordered food. The server gave your food last however it was not what you ordered. "O-oh... Thank you..." you replied as you stared at the burger. Satan saw your hesitation and immediately looked at the food. "You ordered a burger right? The 666 Devil Burger?" Satan grins as he saw you hesitate. "Y-yes it's okay I can eat this, I wanted to try a different meal...." "But still, it's not your order right?" Satan grins even more as he knows where this was going "B-but I can-" "Heya, waiter! They ordered the 666 Devil's burger not this one" Satan grinned and told the waiter as you blushed, tried to hide in the table as if you made a crime. "Oh! My apologies your majesty Satan! I'll bring them the burger, I apologize for the mistake" "W-wait its-" you were too late to say 'it's alright' as the waiter already took the plate of food and went to the kitchen. "T-thank you" you meekly said, head down facing the table

🩸Satan is observant whenever you're hesitating or feeling insecure. If you somehow came across demons with good body like muscular or sexy bodies, and if you feel down, Satan knows you won't admit it so he oftens pulls you and put an arm on your shoulder or waist and kiss your forehead. "Hey" Satan said as he noticed you looking at the devils with skimpy clothing. You look up at him, pretending to be clueless. "I know what you're thinking, just so you know you're hot in your own way, which I like more than devils with skimpy fit" "...are you sure you're okay with me?" your head lies low. "Hm..." He grins and makes out with you "Of course I am!" He grins proudly as you were looking disheveled from him making out with you.

🩸Always slaps your ass both in private and in public. You were talking with Sitri in the hallway of Satan's Palace, while Satan was walking. He saw a glimpse of your luscious booty jiggling as you talk and make gestures with Sitri, he made a beeline towards you and slapped your ass, loud slap echoing in the Palace corridor. "SATAN!!!" You said as you blushed heavily, Sitri blinking and pretending nothing happened as if he can hear both of your beating heart; one is nervous while the other is excited. Satan ran for it and somehow you ran to him, trying to catch him.

Mammon

🪙Unlike Satan, he respects your comfort zone a bit more, so he's a bit neutral on PDA. If you feel that you wanna hold his hand or arm, he'd get closer to you. Most of the time he won't initiate into PDA with you.

The back of your hand comes in contact with Mammon's more frequently than it should while walking in the streets of Tartaros. Mammon looked at you and noticed you were nervous, he decides to hold your hand. His harm brings comfort and warmth to you, as you looked up at him. His lips curled up, smiling warmly at you, and whispered "It's okay, treasure. I'm here, don't worry." Which in turn, made you slightly flustered but comforted.

🪙Mammon is very sharp whether you're feeling uncomfortable or a bit out of your comfort zone.

Bimet was a bit loud, mocking you, and kept asking too many questions, much to your discomfort. "I could not understand what his Majesty Mammon sees in you! You're so...meek!" Bimet scoffs as he eyes you. "Uh... I don't kn-" "Bimet! You're getting a bit rude don't you think? What do you think his majesty will say?" Valefor cuts you. Mammon comes in, scanning the area as he answered Bimet's question "They're humble, they're gentle and soft... I want to protect them and make them mine in which I failed because they got me first. Now if you'll excuse us..." Mammon smiles as he escorted you out.

🪙He doesn't really care what others think especially if it has something to do with your shyness. He'd love you all the way.

🪙You sometimes get too flustered whenever Mammon buys everything you have once just talked about.

"Hello delivery for Mx. Y/n. This is from his Majesty Mammon. Please sign here..." A delivery guy came. "Oh thanks" As the delivery guy left, another came... "Delivery for Mx. [First name] [Last name]! Deluxe Delivery of Sushi and Milk tea from Devil Cuisine! His Majesty Mammon didn't know what you want so he got everything from the menu. We'll help you get these inside" "Oh God... Thank you that's a bit too mu-" while the other delivery guy puts the food inside, another delivery came "Good day, you're Y/n right? Delivery sent by his majesty. The latest clothing made from Devil's Diamond Co. has arrived" The delivery guy came with a truck ton of clothing hanged in gold clothes rack with acrylic casing. All you can do was gulp and be shy, all the delivery demons were coming in and out. You can see your neighbors whispering and gossiping about the deliveries. You have your head lowered and muttered a "thank you" As if it wasn't enough, Valefor and Elgios came delivering a message and a gift from Mammon. "Y/n!" Valefor waves. "Delivery from his Majesty! He said he forgot to give it to you this morning...Oh..." They saw the delivery guys going in and out unloading the deliveries to your place. "Busy day huh?" All you can do is be flustered and say "Yea... Thanks"

🪙He thinks you're so cute being shy all the time, he sometimes tease you to make you blush

"Y/n?" "Hm?" "You know you're really cute whenever you're shy, you look soft... Like a bottom... Like a peach...." "Excuse me?! Are you saying I'm a bottom...that I'm similar to an ass cheek?" you protested as you blushed heavily "You're really soft... Like this" he slapped your ass "Mammon!!!"

🪙Speaking of slapping the peach, similar to Satan, Mammon gropes your ass more frequent in private, as it is in public. He likes it more than slapping your ass cheeks, which he only does to tease you.

You were cooking Lunch in Mammon's palace, you thought you were alone as Mammon was away in a meeting. You were chopping some bacon until you felt a large hand in your rear and squeezed it gently, making you squeak. You turned around, pointing the knife (accidentally) to whomever touched you. "Mmmm sweetie, no need to get offensive, you know how I love your peaches" he smiles as if he hasn't done anything wrong. "Y-you!! I thought you were in a meeting with Bimet?" You scrambled as you put down the knife with a hand in your ass. "It was finished early, sorry if I scared you with my touch. I just missed touching your peachy babies." He laughs and smiles while you still blush as his grope still lingers on your ass.

Leviathan

⚰️Doesn't like PDA. Nope. Don't even TRY to touch him. Because he doesn't like PDA and you're shy whenever there is PDA, you two somehow make a great team.

⚰️However if there's a time you really wanted some time together, he'd let you. You would mostly initiate rather than him.

One cold morning in Hades, you woke up at your room and went to Leviathan's office because you were bored (and lovesick). "Levi, are you busy?" you peeked from the door "Don't call me that. Yes, I'm busy. What do you want?" He glared as he still did some paperworks "Well it's been a while since we had a date...I was wondering if we could have a date...but if you're busy I'll go ask others sorry...." you said as you were flustered "How dare you say that?! I envy people who get to say and do what they want all the time...." He broke his pen and glared at you "Sorry... I'll just go it seems I bothered you..." "Leave and I'll hang." He glared at you "Does that mean you'll go on a date with me?" You were happy "I envy people who are too happy with little things. Change clothes and stop bothering me. Ill meet you in 10 mins." when you left a small smile and blush appeared on his face.

⚰️Doesn't really care if you improve (getting out of your comfort zone) or not. What's important is you do his orders, and maybe bask him with attention.

"You...Why did you talk to Beelzebub more than necessary?" Leviathan glares at you "W-what do you mean? I just did what you said, I gave him Pandora's Box!!! He asked some questions and I answered it...I left quickly as I could! He was asking intimate questions a-and I don't wanna answer something you don't consent me telling..." you kept stammering knowing so well he's jealous but you were also a bit flustered "I'm so jealous you were with him for a long time compared to me...let alone let him to ask you private questions! Hang!" He was glaring at you "NOOOO! I won't be able to choke you anymore if I die" he froze and stared at you "Were you trying to threaten me? How dare you Hang!!" he glared "Kngh!" You were hanged but immediately put down "Hmph. How dare you threaten me..." You saw a glimpse of his sad eyes and decide to hug him, despite it crossing your comfort zone. "I'm sorry... I didn't mean to do it okay? And sorry for talking to Beel. You know you're the most beautiful and handsome King that I love" you hug his back "That's right. I am the most beautiful King." He didn't admit it but he was scared of losing you, especially if it was because of him. Good thing you didn't see, but the both of you were blushing.

⚰️He tried to fluster you, but it felt horribly wrong to him.

You were with Foras roaming the Palace garden, until Leviathan came and gave you a rare jewel shaped like a rose. "Levi, this is for me?" you blushed. "Haven't I told you already that Ignorance is a sin? And I told you don't call me that!" he was somehow blushing and Foras looked away almost laughing but soon pretended like nothing happened. "Y-you shouldn't be allowed to be happier than me" Leviathan tried to protest, but you didn't say anything but you were fidgeting. Both of you were a blushing mess that time.

Beelzebub

🕶️A bigger PDA than Satan (surprised? Not really). You think Satan is worse making out with you while with the gang? Get ready for Beelzebub. He will literally go full PDA on you whenever he sees you, which makes you flustered a whole lot.

Amon is guarding you when roaming the streets of Abyssos, looking for a place to eat dinner. Suddenly someone hugs you from behind, their arms enveloping your figure and their chin on top of your head, while you look at Amon, who looked bewildered with a longing look. "Y/n!!! I missed youuu~" their voice all too familiar, and when you face them, it was none other than Beelzebub. "I missed your scent....hmm? Smells like you missed me too!" Beelzebub shamelessly smells you in different places, your neck, armpits, and somewhere down there. "Beel! Don't smell me there! There are people!!" You blushed. True enough to what you said, the people were all looking at the both of you, shocked, while one said "IT'S MAJESTY BEELZEBUB, GET HIM!!!" "Woops, forgot the spell...come lets go!" Beel hugs you from behind and began dashing. When the both of you are in an alleyway, he put a spell on both of you so no one will notice you. "I missed this so much~" he began cuddling you and peppers you with kisses as he sniffs you. "B-beel not too much" you protested against his grasp "Mmm okay!" He stopped peppering you but his arm is still in your waist and his body is too close to you. You blush at the contact. "You're really cute y/n~ I wanna eat you already hmm but maybe after dinner or are you the dinner?~" he leads you to the nearby bar, while shamelessly saying stuff out loud, which made you blush further.

🕶️ He isn't like Satan or Mammon who observes to see if your uncomfortable, he SMELLS if you're uncomfy.

While having hot sexy time with beel, he smells that you're not feeling it. "Hmmm" he stops sucking your dick/eating your pussy out. "Uhm..." "I smell what you feel. It's okay if you don't want today~" he goes on top of you, and embraces you instead, your head below his chin, facing his sweaty chest. "Sorry..." You meekly said. "Mmm it's okay sweetie. Did you have a bad day? You smell more ... Different today than usual" Beel traces circles on your back while still embracing you. "Um just some stupid co-workers... Sorry I know you really want it... it's okay..." "Hmm no use if you won't enjoy it~ Do you want me to give a small gift to your co workers hmmm?~" Beel smiles while a black aura surrounds him. You cup his cheek despite your hesitance, "No... It's alright, thank you" you slightly smile, and he embraces you. "But I can try to make you feel bett-" "NO!" The night was full of fluffy cuddling and spooning with a mix of Beel trying to turn you on.

🕶️He supports you whenever you're hesitant in getting out your comfort zone. He might be horny and hungry all the time but, he knows when he needs to be serious.

"...should i...no maybe not ill make a mess..." Beelzebub sneaks up on you "Y/n~ what are you doing?" You jumped at his presence. "I...uh.." you scratch the back of your head. "I wanted to bake a cake with devil ingredients but I think I'll make a mess" Beel soften his smile and his hands were in your shoulder "The first step is always the hardest, babe. You can do it, I believe in you~ I can be your taste tester if you want~ no wait, I'll help you! We can put angel organs in it and-" "NO! This is for someone special! No angel remains!!!" You pushed him out of the kitchen "But thank you for your words..." You actually made a cake for his birthday the next day and you were really shy to tell him.

🕶️ He is so happy and proud of you whenever you make the first move or go out of your comfort zone.

"Y/n? Ready for our dateee~" He bursts in your room, a bit shocked. "Oho Y/n? You're not gonna go with your usual hoodie?" He eyes your clothing "No...I wanna try something new" you blush slightly and look down "You look good in that" he nods in approval "Really? You don't think it's not my style or ugly?" "Mmm it compliments your figure... I like it" you blushed on his comment.

🕶️He always ALWAYS teases you and talks dirty, whether in public or private.

As you both walk across a adult toy store, one mannequin on display with obscene undergarments with strap-ons. "Ooooh~ that's their latest model, wanna try it out? I bet it looks good on you while you take me hmmm? All fours in the bed while you whimper and mo-" Beel coos, as he eyes the outfit and your body, fitting it in his imagination. "Shhh not in public!!!" You cover his mouth as you blushed. He smirks under your hand covering his mouth.

🕶️Since you're in Abyssos, it's common to see people with skimpy or too fitted clothing. You never told beel that you were jealous of the body figure of most demons you see, but he can see (and smell).

Both you and Beel passed by a bar with demon men and women with hot, fitted, skimpy clothing. While they greet his Majesty and you, you somehow had a sad look in your eyes. It wasn't your destination so both of you walked by but Beel noticed your insecurity when he saw you looking down at your body and holding your baby fats. "Hmm~ You don't need to be insecure, babe. You have your own assets! See you have this!" He points your chest "And this!" He points your thighs "Also this!" He playfully slaps your ass "And especially this!" He kneels in front of you and pats your genitals and licks his lips. "BEELZEBUB!!! We're in public!!!" you pulled him to stand up while blushing so madly.

Valefor

🛡️Neutral on PDA. Doesn't like it if you feel uncomfortable because of him. He values your personal space. However, like Mammon, if he notices that you're a bit uncomfortable, he'd come closer to you.

You were travelling with Valefor and the Tartaros Demons. Somehow a shop caught your eye and stopped your tracks, making the group walk further than you. One female demon (a saleslady) came close to you, offering her products. "Ah no sorry, I just saw something in your display, thank you." You responded hurriedly. "But sir/ma'am, wait I haven't gotten to the good part yet~" her touch sent shivers down your spine. You backed off and politely decline, but the demon continues to touch and flirt with you. Somehow, Valefor noticed you were gone and found you and heard the conversation. "It seems you have good wares, but we have to go, my s/o is a bit tired. Thank you" Valefor skillfully butts in, smiling with golden aura, while holding your hand and back and escorting you away from them. You shyly thanked Valefor while blushing, and catched up with the group before they notice where the both of you gone.

🛡️He mostly initiate things, but ask for your consent first. He will mostly initiate dates in places you're comfortable with.

"Good morning sweetest prince/princess. Would you like to go to on a movie date with me today? I got tickets for Demons: the Last Journey." "How'd you know I wanted to have a movie date?" You shyly said "Hmm I may or may not have seen your phone open looking for tickets while you were asleep" he rubs the back of his neck, not wanting to actually say it.

🛡️Likes it when you're flustered whenever he does something/gets you something you'd like.

You arms and hand rubs your torso as the both of you were walking in the streets of Tartaros while on a date. Surprisingly, it was also the day that Valefor's clothes are more casual than what he usually wears (armor). "Hm..." He noticed you were shivering and he put his jacket into your shoulders. "I'm not too sure if you'd enjoy PDA but... I know that would at least make you warm, prince/princess." He smiles as you were flustered and thanked him.

🛡️He comforts you using physical touch when you feel sad, upset, or anything negative, especially if it's about frustration about your shyness.

He notices that you were feeling extra down when you were staring at the window from your bed.

"Mmm sweetest, everything alright? You can tell me if you want..." He held your hand

"It's alright... I'm fine" you looked at him, and formed a smile with all your might "....My dear prince/princess, I know I'm pushing your buttons here but... I know you aren't... It won't hurt to tell me, I'm always here...but if you don't really wanna tell me then it okay" he kissed the back of your hand "It's just....well it was just work... I wanted to volunteer for a project but... Shyness got ahead of me and...when I got a hold of myself the slots were already filled....I waited for that project to have a need for volunteers but... It's all because of this stupid shyness... I know I'm overreacting a bit... But I really hate it when shyness takes over me...and overthinking... I'm sorry this is so stupid..." you look at the sheets, ashamed to look at him. "Look at me, sweetest. It's alright. Your feelings are valid, you should ask them later if they can possibly squeeze you in or wait if someone backs out okay? I know shyness sometimes becomes a pain for you, there are times when the mind is your greatest enemy..." He hugs you and kisses your forehead. "Sometimes you need to just...do it you know... Don't think of what other people think or say... I know it's hard, especially the first step in doing it" he cuddles you, traces circles in your back "I know you can do it" he kisses the back of your hand once more as you slightly blush. He gave you a confidence plushie with a "you can do it" sign, it was a mini Valefor with a confident expression.

🛡️In rare times when he's feeling romantic, he'd bunny kiss you if no one is looking. Or ask if you want to listen to music with him when both of you are making plushies, he'd lend one of his earphones connected to his phone.

Beleth

🚬Neutral on PDA, similar to Mammon and Valefor. He respects your personal space and doesn't like it if you're uncomfortable because of him. Like when you're walking together, he's a bit close but not too much. He won't put his hand in your waist or shoulder unless you want it.

🚬Like a cat, he seems to get along with everybody. He maintains order in Nilfheim, so he is known by everybody. Sometimes whenever you two go out, you get greeted by a lot. Too much greetings, it sometimes makes you overwhelmed.

"Sup, Beleth and Y/n!" A group of demons wave at the both of you "Oh hello" "Hello Beleth oh and hello y/n!!" A duo of Demons come across you "H-hi" "Beleth my man!! Oh hello y/n! Beautiful day isn't it?" A buff demon greets the both of you "Heya" Beleth notices how you were getting tired smiling and greeting demons here and there. "Hahaha. Sorry babe, I didn't expect we'd get greeted by a lot today, you can just cling to me if you're too shy to say hi back, don't worry, they'll understand" He rubs your back. "It's fine, I just got overwhelmed by a lot of greetings here and there, I'm just not used to it, even until now..." You sheepishly said "Hahaha. You'll get used to it, babe. I know it" He kissed your forehead and made you slightly blush.

🚬He teases you and laughs whenever he make you blush. He always likes it whenever you're too shy, he sometimes make you sit on his lap because you're too cute, he like cute things after all.

"Mmmm...new fit for the date?" Beleth eyes you and comments with a proud smirk "Yeah, I tried some new style, I guess you'd be pretty bored of my previous outfits so I tried a new style! I hope it's not too bad..." You explain sheepishly. "You look...soft and cute. Hohohoho just what I like! C'mere, kitten" he grabs your waist and sits you on his lap "Hmm but don't worry okay? Dress for yourself. I won't get tired of your style...because what's important is what's inside...and I'm the only one who gets to see what's underneath..." He whispers huskily on your ear. Which in turn, made you blush so hard you were covering your face. "Hahahaha. Now atta boy/girl" he pats your head.

🚬Similar to Satan or Mammon, he'd sometimes slap or grope your ass. But he'd do it when no one is looking (mostly on public just to tease you, he likes seeing your flustered expression).

You and Beleth discovered some ruins, and began exploring with Bathin and Gusion. Bathin and Gusion were in another room while you and Beleth were in another. Somehow you were looking over some ruin scripture in the walls. Beleth was roaming around, until he saw you looking at some ruin writings, rear exposed. He went over, a bit nonchalant like nothing was up and slapped your ass, enough to make it jiggle. You jumped and yelped, surprised by the sudden peach slap. You were flustered but your reflex was faster and punched Beleth's arm. "Hahahaha It's was worth it!" He said rubbing his arm. "Beleth! What if they see!" you were flustered with your arms crossed, trying to look mad. "Hohoho relax, kitten. I promise no one will see our lil shenanigans." He pats your head as you were still flustered.

🚬He enjoys it if he sees you're with Harumon. Gusion or Bathin sometimes see him with a lovesick expression on his face which irks them.

Beleth sees you scratching Harumon's belly, Harumon purring and you were smiling. He somehow had a longing look, with a lovesick expression on his face. "*Coughs* A bit weird seeing you like this, I'll pretend I didn't see anything" Gusion adjust his glasses. Somehow you notice someone staring at you, which was Beleth. You somehow blushed a bit, but still played with Harumon like nothing happened. Beleth noticed this and smirked.

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yup-thats-me · 1 year ago

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Men who love to love you!

Had a bad day? He's there to visit you with flowers to make you smile. Forgot your lunch? Fret not! He will be at your workplace with your lunchbox even before you find out that you had left it at home.

They literally would praise the ground you walk on. How could he not? Ever since he met you, he knew the heavens had rained grace over him for he has never met anyone so beautiful as you are, both inside and out. He loves the way you talk, the way you walk. You could be doing the most mundane thing in the world but he'd still be mesmerized by your beauty.

They would not be embarrassed to show you affection in public too! Holding hands? That's too basic for him. He'd rather wear those "king&queen" t-shirts and force you to match with him. Walking can hurt your legs!! He prefers tou carry you like a bride, all around town. Do not worry about your weight though. He has enough strength to carry his darling wife all day long and not get tired. Because if he doesn't, how could he become the perfect husband his perfect wife deserves? <33

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Lord dippy!! Congrats on 1k they're soooo well deserved <3 you're ensuring the safety and well-being of your people (stark men's wives) and keeping us warm and well-fed (writing tons of amazing stuff), without you we'd never manage to survive trough the unforgiving long winter (the lack of good fanfics & blurbs)...anyways :3 may I humbly ask for an angst/comfort blurb with Jon?? In my mind he never left Winterfell and was forever happy with his alive siblings and he never had to feel like a bastard outsider. he didn't deserve all dat

hi baby!! this was so sweet omg thank you so much :( i hope you enjoy <3 (spoiler alert i got carried away) (as per usual)

jon snow x gn!reader

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jon winces, a small noise emitting from his throat as pain seeps up his torso.

his cuts run deep; they’ll scar, melisandre says, but stannis’ closest thing to a maester insists on jon using a paste and bandages to allow them to heal. the paste certainly helps, but it still aggravates the skin when applied — no matter how soothing it was crafted to be.

the process is dreadful. it took minutes of him staring at the marks where he knows his blood left him, hesitation clawing up his throat before he worked up the ability to even begin. the open wounds have scabbed over, allowing the paste to coat them, but to jon, it doesn’t make the sight any prettier. he thinks the marred flesh a grisly spectacle.

memory of his fathers words echo in the back of his mind. lord eddard stark always appreciated scars on a man, saying it not only told a story, but spoke of how they survived it. a sick part of jon wishes there was no story of survival to tell.

a sharp intake of air passes through his lips as his hands shake, making his movements sloppy — accidentally pressing on the sensitive area more than he wished. he remembers when arrows pierced his skin, having a similar maintenance process as this; only these daggers wound unseen layers.

a knock on the door brings him out of his thoughts. it’s soft, tentative. he knows who it is before your honeyed voice rings from behind it. “Jon?”

he hums in question. “Can I come in?”

a second passes, a brief thought of covering himself enters his mind — a flash of insecurity pooling in his gut. it’s you, he reasons. but a different voice raises the question, would you reject the ugly parts of him?

his eyes flicker to his abdomen, another part of him now unworthy.

against his own better judgement, he hums in approval. he doesn’t turn to face you as the door opens; that small, aching part of him always wins one way or another.

he hears you turn the lock after you come in. he pretends not to know it’s because you realize he’s compromised, and you’re the only person he’d let see him like this. if he acknowledges it in full, he doubts his ability to keep his breathing steady — and these days his hands shake enough already.

another thumb-smooth of paste over a gash, another sharp ache. he grits his teeth in effort to conceal any noises that threaten to escape him. not in your company, not now. the atmosphere since his prominent death and return is tense as is.

unfortunately for him, you’re far too attentive to let it go unnoticed. a small turn of his head, and he sees your look of worry; the way your fingers grasp one another, no doubt in attempt to keep your qualms to yourself. it doesn’t work, it never has. not when it comes to jon, anyway.

“Jon, please let me help you.” a plea, a whisper of comfort you wish to offer him in the form of your saccharine hands. even as children, you insisted on bandaging his small cuts. putting cream on his bruises, dutifully checking on them until healed.

he stills. his voice a low, quiet rasp. “You don’t have to do that.”

“I know,” your voice comes closer, and he feels you enter his space. what he wouldn’t give to make sure you never leave. “I want to. Can I?”

your hand wraps around his bicep, thumb moving slowly across his skin. a small, soothing touch that sends a warm feeling crawling up his spine. he’s lucky you don’t face him now, as you’d see the way his lashes have fluttered shut. such a seemingly simple thing you give him, and it makes his breath hitch all the same.

it doesn’t take much lately to set his emotions in disarray, and your touch is the only thing that helps. you seem to know this too, for your hands seek him now more than ever — and he would be a liar if he said he doesn’t cling to the respite you bring him like a lifeline.

his agreeance is nearly unheard, a small murmur accompanied by an even smaller nod. jon’s always had a hard time accepting help, especially it in the form of gentle touches and kind words; the kind he thinks himself undeserving of.

but you know jon. you know what he needs, even if he can’t bring himself to ask for it.

you press a small kiss to his bare shoulder, moving to stand in front of him. goosebumps trail his body at the feeling of your lips, and he bites back the want to close his eyes. he wants to savor the feeling, but he cherishes the moments gets to admire you even more.

your brows pinch ever so lightly when you see his abdomen, even with some of the severed skin already covered in paste. though you take the bowl harboring the medicine, a pang of embarrassment courses through him at your disdain. when your fingers reach to make contact, he expects pain, but none ever comes.

you touch him with a gentleness thats featherlight, and he subconsciously relaxes under your fingertips. he feels like his senses are on overdrive, feeling every touch, every breath. every unspoken word communicated through your treatment of him.

the silence is comforting, even as you frown. all of jon’s attention is on you, so much so that he doesn’t even feel the usual dull ache of torn skin healing itself. even so, you can’t seem to help yourself.

you whisper an apology, a hesitant confession. one that jon is caught off guard by. he almost doesn’t know what you mean, until he tears his gaze away from your expression enough to notice yours is trapped on the place where four daggers took his life. something clicks into place for him.

he stops your hand, his own wrapping around your wrist. not harshly, jon never is. “Hey,” he says. your eyes meet his. “You didn’t do this.”

though not directly said aloud, you know his true meaning. he doesn’t like when you apologize for things that aren’t your fault. even in his current state, he’s ever quick to reassure. “Y’ hear me?”

you nod, and while it’s not enough to remove the pity from your gaze, you don’t have that guilty look in your eye — like you did something wrong. jon knows you carry his death on your shoulders, even when the weight isn’t yours to bear.

he brings your wrist to his lips, kissing it before allowing you to continue. he can see the ghost of a smile grace your lips, and that’s enough for him.

minutes pass like that; you, tending to his wounds with the touch of embodied delicacy, and him, soaking up every piece of you he can. jons content to spend a lifetime in this very moment.

his wish isn’t granted, and soon, he’s reaching for fresh bandages. deja-vu of the arrows shot by a red archer lingers in the back of his mind, but the back is where it stays, as you’re forefront. always.

when he’s finished wrapping the white material, he turns to face you. “You don’t have to do that. Again.”

“Do you not want me to?” you’re sincere in your asking, and he knows you wouldn’t if he asked you not to — but he doesn’t, and his silence is telling.

you can’t help the small smile at his lack of words, and when you smile, jon can’t help but follow suit. mere days from being released from the strangers clutches, and you have him smiling. you’re a godsend. angelic. he’d tell you so if he could ever find the words.

but you’ve never relied on things only spoken. you step forward, pressing a kiss to his cheek and wrapping your arms around him; careful to avoid your torso touching his. jon’s appreciative of your effort, but he’s less hesitant, pulling you flush to him regardless. his head finds the crook of your shoulder, and he has no intent on letting you go anytime soon — unless there’s another knock on the door.

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