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im in the mood for some angst ............. 🐺🐺🖤anyways can u do how any of the brothers would react if they originally were only dating mc for a bet but then after a couple months of dating they actually grew feelings for mc but then mc found out it was for a bet

Ouch that's cold..Anyways here are some thoughts I had based on that lool XD Thank you for the request!

*Bonus, Mc is a demon/sinner in hell and ofc cause this is a yandere blog- there a yandere twist:

Edit: I tried and the writing is kinda cringey lol -- This took so long aahfajnvsk-

Dating for a Bet..

Yandere: Mammon , Leviathan, x Sinner/Demon Mc

Tags: Mentions of Admiral Levi, Casino owner Mammon, angst, stalking, toxic behavior idk, reader referred to as 'you', fem reader for mammon and male reader for Levi, blackmail, power imbalance/dynamics, major world building that isn't canon but my own head canons, takes place in the 80s or 90s, kinda cringe writing, this went unedited, also I wrote a lot of words.

Mammon:

It was a wild night for the avatar of greed. The night was young and he was relishing in the chanting hype of praise. As the owner of Devildom's hottest casino, all eyes were on him as he held the cards in his hands- face to face with an old powerful witch. He couldn't lose, he was confident that he had all the right cards on his deck. He looked at his cards, and then at the powerful sorcerer who had a crowd of witches surrounding her. She looked at him with a knowing look, smirking. "Avatar of greed, I want to make a deal" Mammon rested his chin against the palm of his hand, still holding his cards. "Mhn, sure. What are the terms?" She smiled, placing down a card. "If you win, I give you 15,000 grimm, my collection of ancient jewels, gems, and gold. As well as a custom potion for extra good measure." His ears perked, Mammon was sold the moment jewels and gold were mentioned. "Deal" the witch laughed as she heard his forward answer. "You won't even question the loss?" Mammon couldn't help but smirk, looking at the demons behind him who snickered. "Me? Lose? Yeah, we'll see" And soon enough, the avatar of greed would swallow his own pride.

He lost, and swiftly too. He couldn't help but be impressed, but also ashamed to have lost in his own casino. Groaning, he threw down his cards while everyone cheered for the witch. He could hear the smugness in her voice as she spoke. "So..It seems like I have won. You know what that means" "Yeah yeah, I gotta admit it. Ya sure beat me! Alright lets get this over now" "Now wait, come with me."

He was confused at first, but then quickly brushed it aside as he stood up from his seat. The avatar of greed and the powerful witch were now alone in a booth area, demons dancing in the background as music echoed. She leaned in close, speaking in his ear. "Black dress with the slit on the leg. The one with the shiny gold chains. I want you to talk to her. Go out with her for a bit, show her a good time. She's a very nice girl." "What?!" "Take her out on a date or two. Nothing serious." Mammon looked at you from a distance, watching you stand there awkwardly in the crowd. "Her?!" "Yes! We shook on it and I won. So go on!"

Mammon was a demon of his word, and he was all about fair game. So, he walked up to you, leaning against the wall while you held your drink. "Hey, you new here?" You laughed, looking at the avatar of greed. "That's one way to open up a conversation around here" "Hey hey, I'm just being friendly. No ulterior motives!" Mammon exclaimed, putting his palms out to defend himself. "Pffft, uh-huh, okay. Sure thing my lord~" you giggled, rolling your eyes.

It was all a blur for Mammon, next thing he knew, the both of you were out of the casino. He had taken you out to the city, walking around as the night life was alive. You talked, and he honestly wasn't paying attention- more focused on the jewels that glistened on you. "So, Mammon.. How are you?" Huh? Oh, right. Mammon thought, snapping back to reality. "I'm aight, just enjoying this right now.. So, you have a boyfriend? Girlfriend?" You laughed, putting a hand on your mouth out of embarrassment shortly after of how loud of a laughter it was. "Sorry- no I don't. Currently single right now. Why? You interested?" Mammon smirked, snaking an arm around your shoulders. "What if I am?" You let out a snort, feeling your face heat up. "I mean.. Okay? I don't know?? Are you serious?" "Of course! I'm serious. I mean is it wrong for a guy to shoot his shot at a pretty girl like you?" "I mean.. No? But me? Are you sure? Wait, is that why you..?" "C'mon, one date. I take you out, wine and dine ya, and at the end of we part our ways. No pressure, I ain't in love or anything" You stop for a moment, and he stops with you. You give his offer a thought, and for a moment you think of rejecting him. But looking at THE Mammon, you knew this was a once in a lifetime offer. "Y'know what? Fuck it, yes!" "Now that's the spirit! Cool! Here lemme give you my number.. I'll figure out something. Now, where do ya live? I'll fly you there"

He took you on two dates, all of them being a foggy memory to him. You were happy with him during all of them, in disbelief that the Mammon himself was giving his time and attention to you. You enjoyed those small dates, even if it wasn't extravagant. After the 2nd date, you knew that it was over, it was fun while it lasted. It was a casual fling, and you didn't expect one of the rulers of hell to settle down for some witch. But two weeks later, he came back..

With flowers in one hand and a luxury gift box in another, Mammon was outside your door. There was a genuine look of awe in his eyes, like he was smitten by your shocked expression. "Mammon..?" "Hey princess, say.. Ya wanna go out?" "Aww..Mammon, you're so sweet but.." There was a panic in his eyes as you trailed off. "O-Oh, how come?" "No no! It's not anything. It's very sweet of you..It's just that I have to run errands today. Some woman wants a special spell to curse her cheating husband sooo..Y'know? Duty calls!" He felt the weight in his chest lift as you explained your situation to him. "Ah..Well..You want any help-" "Fucking yes please come in"

Without a struggle, Mammon was able to help with the creation of the spell. With no hesitation, he spoke in an old demonic language, nothing you ever heard of with such fluency. He wrote down the words on a notepad you've given him, passing it to you once he was done. "Here's the most simplistic English version. The abbreviations y'know?" You looked at the paper, laughing in amazement. With gratitude, you hugged him without a thought. "Oh my fucking- Mammon I love you so much! Ugh fuck! I could just kiss you!" It didn't take long for you to process what you had said to the avatar of greed. Blushing, you awkwardly step back. "Uh, oh, sorry. That was a bit.." "Why don't ya?" You were taken a back. "Huh..?" He stepped closer, leaning close to your face with a dazed expression. "Why don't ya? I deserve some gratitude don't I?" It started off with a small peck. You were quick to kiss him on the cheek, your face turning red. Mammon chuckled, teasing you. "Aww babe, you call that a kiss? C'mon, lemme show ya what a real kiss looks like.." things got heated the moment his lips pressed against yours. He was selfish, not allowing you to move your head away, even if was for a short breath. He didn't bother letting you take the lead, ignoring your small pleas of letting you calm down. It was overwhelming, possessive, and amazing to say the least. You're laying on his chest, your skin bare against his, your head moving as he breaths in and out. "I think I love you.." Mammon admits. "I think I love you too.." you sighed, closing your eyes as you cuddle into him.

Like a crow attracted to a shiny coin, he couldn't tear his eyes away from you. You made him go feral. Was it your looks? Not really. He's seen more people attractive than you. Power? You were just a typical witch. Your voice? He didn't know, but it never failed to make him melt into a puddle. Was it the way you gifted him things, shiny jewels that had him in thought? It definitely had to be when you praised him, or how addicting it was when you purposely wore bold lipstick, kissing him on the cheek, smirking how he was yours.

Whatever spell you put on him, it worked. Cause now he was head over heels for you. Head over heels to the point he followed you around, always conveniently popping up with a smile. So in love that he often takes a few things of yours that you consider junk as his treasures. He's so genuinely hexed by your existence that he can't help but feel agitated whenever you don't pay attention to him for as long as he wants. Especially when you're talking to someone else. God does he just want to bust their head open for prying your eyes away from him.

Your relationship with Mammon is smooth. He spoils you with his love and attention, though when it came to the materialistic aspects- he was a bit of a cheapskate. You didn't put it against him though, it was in his nature. Mammon was kind of in disbelief to say the least. He never thought he would've been deeply in love with a simple witch in hell. It started off as a stupid bet! Hell during those first 3 dates with you, he rolled his eyes and smirked whenever people asked if he actually loved you. He had multiple girlfriends, boyfriends, and partners in the past, but he never thought of the long term future with them. But with you. Oh, did the thought pop up here and there. Who would've thought that the boring chick he had to date from a shameful loss would be the love of his life.

But, that would all come crashing down the moment you stopped smiling. You were distant, passive with him whenever he'd speak to you. He'd ask you what was wrong, and you'd brush him off. He'd ask again, knowing you were lying, and you'd deter him. He'd persist at you, and eventually you cracked. "I heard from my fellow witch sisters about you.." You admitted, not looking at him. "I'm surprised he went that far! They said.." His heart dropped, fearing the next words you were about to say. "I was a bet, a joke. " He could see in your eyes of how used you felt. "Baby honey..No I promise. You were not a joke. I love you! I really do! You're everything to me" You laughed, looking saddened. "When did you start liking me? He was quick to answer, holding your hands as he looked into your eyes. "Our third date when I realized you were the most amazing thing that's ever happened to me" You looked at him, listening. "You're my treasure, I love ya. Please, please understand me" You wanted to believe him, you wanted to fully give into him, kiss him and promise to start fresh. But, you couldn't get past the knowledge knowing he had only talked with you because of a bet he lost from your mentor. It was a punch to the gut, it really hurt. I mean who were you kidding, THE Mammon himself actually settling down with a witch like you? It was a wakeup call, a much needed one. It was probably for your best, and possibly own safety. Afterall, the worse they were, the higher the title. It's always been like that. And Mammon was a demon at the highest of highest of titles, no one but the royal king and his servant could get past that. "I'm sorry Mammon, I think I need some time.." "W-What, why?! You know I love you, c'mon please don't do this to me" he begged, his voice rising with desperation as you stepped away. "Mammon, you gotta understand how I feel. Our first 3 dates, I did everything to make you like me. I was so glad that you even looked at me! I gave you my all, just to find out it was for nothing." "But it wasn't! Why aren't you listening to me?!" You sighed exasperated, turning away from Mammon, briefly spacing yourself away from him. "Mammon I'm trying okay? Just please, leave me alone" He begged, going on his knees, looking into your eyes panicked. "Baby don't leave me, please we can make this work. I love you, YOU love me! Please you love me don't leave me-" he repeated his pleas like a prayer, a desperate cry as he looked into your eyes, reading your thoughts of leaving him. Disturbed, you knitted your brows and cringed, unsure of what to do as the avatar of greed cried at your feet. It would be worse to deny the powerful demon lord when he was already uncontrollable, so you knelt to him, trying your best to comfort him, even if it costed your comfort. "I'm not gonna break up with you Mammon, I promise.. I just need some time alone" Your words seemed to convince him since he had wiped his tears and calmed his breathing. "Do you still love me?" You took a deep breath. "Of course I do"

He left you alone for a few days after that incident, respecting your wish. You would've never thought that the second born sin would be so sensitive and fragile. It broke your heart seeing Mammon vulnerable that day, of course you still loved him. It's why you called him after a few days, feeling your heart flutter when he looked at you with high spirits when you asked him on another date. Ever since that confrontation, Mammon was more clingier than ever. Always having an arm wrapped around your shoulder, his face often close to yours. It was obvious Mammon was insecure about his relationship with you, even if he seemed confident and the same careless Mammon. You loved him, but it was hard to get over the fact that you were only with him because of a bet, and Mammon knew. He could read you like an open book, and with the way you were more reserved around him, he knew you were still not over it. He became intense, you thought maybe this was a rough patch, that this awkward awful feeling would pass, but it didn't- it got worse. You were slowly falling out of love and more or so with Mammon out of fear and pity. It wasn't helping that Mammon was starting to get more demanding.

Buy him gifts, go out with him, 24/7 you were always by his side and it was draining. He would spoil you, lavish you in the prettiest of jewels, calling you those special names you loved like his "precious gem", "treasure" and the what not. He treated you better than before, spoiled you if anything. But it never won you over, unfortunately, you lost interest in Mammon ever since you confronted him. You asked your fellow sisters for advice, and in response they laughed at you. "Mammon? Oh honey he'll be fine. You know how many he's dumped or moved on from? Just break it off nicely and I'm pretty sure he won't send you to the nine circles or chop your head off! He's the chill one y'know? Unlike.. Well yeah" after hours of talking and reassurance, you got the courage to talk to Mammon.. and break things off. Surprisingly, it didn't go bad as you thought it would.

He just looked at you, not saying a word, not really showing if he was sad or angry. He accepted it and left. You thought that things were finally over, that your relationship with Mammon was one of those things that would happen once and that you could brag to others as a life time experience. But, once again, were wrong. Trapped in a room where Mammon had kept you, surrounded by the shiniest jewels and luxury pillows. A strong magic kept you from leaving the room, you couldn't leave, even if you tried to cast any spells to let you out. There was a painful ring on your finger, a golden ring. Taking it off was painful, it left your body burning, twisting, heavy and dizzy with pain. You couldn't take it off, and from what you were told, the ring was skillfully crafted by Mammon to have him always connected with your body and mind. How did you get here? You really don't remember, but you knew it was at least a month after you had cut off Mammon. He was constantly on you, his body always next to yours, his eyes always drinking you in, his voice often asking of you. He was greedy for your attention, eager for your affection. And when you didn't give it to him, he simply touched the ring on his finger, and suddenly, you were at his beck and call from the pain. You didn't kiss him when he went to get something, even though he's told you so many times of how much he needs you to always love on him. Your head was now pounding and screaming from the sensation of your ring finger searing from the metal that began to burn. But even when that wasn't enough, Mammon knew how to push the dial even further. Constant grabbing, unwanted kisses, demands for gifts and affection, Mammon was unsatiable. Even if you didn't give it to him, he would take and take from you either way. Everyday he expected at least more than a dozen kisses, a gift in hand for him, and for you to be on your hands and knees, ready to give him what he wants. You tried fighting back, only for it to end up with bruises and an exhausted tortured mind.

It broke his heart whenever you cried, what he was doing to him tore him to pieces. It was torture whenever he saw you cower away, when your once love filled eyes bore into his with such hatred. But he doesn't know how else to keep you willingly by his side! He tells himself. Maybe he's just that fucking stupid that he can't think of anything else, the doubts in his head and your cries convince him so. You were innocent in this all, and he hated admitting it. You were at no fault, yet he keeps you prisoner and punishes you as if you were. He knows he should let you go, but the ugly side of him doesn't care to. It's a battle with himself. He wants to indulge in his sick insecure desires, his mind brainstorming of what more he wants from you. There's a side of him that just wants things to go back to what they once were, and he believes they will! A side that just wants to erase your memories and start again. But he doesn't want you to forget the memories..

Eventually you complied, too defeated to fight back. It was useless fighting against one of the most powerful demons in hell, let alone one of the rulers. No one was going to save you, and Mammon made it clear he wasn't going to let you go. You'll never love him the same way you did before. You won't smile or have those witty comebacks whenever he does something dumb. You won't kiss him willingly, comfortably snuggling into him. Things won't be the same anymore, there was no going back. But what was he expecting having pure love in a place like hell? It was either doing things his way, or letting you go, something he couldn't bare to do. You'll come around eventually though. You'll love him how you loved him back then. People change. He knows this, you changed him after all.

Leviathan:

You were a typical sailor in hell's navy. Like everyone else, you were once a man on earth, sinned a bit too much, never once repented or prayed to the almighty to forgive you, died, and ended- luckily- in Devildom instead of the nine circles of hell for eternal punishment! You were considered one of the lucky sinners. As one of the lucky sinners that were judged by hell's judges, you were given an opportunity to avoid eternal damnation. Gather souls, torment humans, or contribute to Devildom's society. If you served no purpose for Devildom's progress or sustainability, you were going to be sent to hell, as in actual hell, to burn. So with only 6 days that you were given to choose a role or position in Devildom, you chose to join hell's army. You died a military man on earth, so you had some experience, and it was really the only job position that seemed to be eager to take in any new recruits. After following the advertising signs for joining the military, specifically the navy, you eventually found your way to the base. It was awful navigating through Devildom and it's large confusing environment. Demons speaking various languages that were both human and non human, the streets busy, the landscape unfamiliar and dangerous. Eventually, when you stumbled into the military base, you were swiftly sorted out. You never knew hell would be so similar to earth with how the process with the lady at the desk began to sort out the papers and things for you to sign. Devildom citizenship, an ID card, and the what not, the demon lady was nice enough to get it all done within a reasonable few hours. "So I see your new here, now I must ask, why this job out of all places?" you laughed. "Ma'am to be honest, I saw the sign and figured why not? I used to be in the navy back when I.. Well, was alive. So I have experience" She laughed back, laughing at your naivety. "Oh, but this is different, nothing like back home. Trust me, for a newbie here, I'd look somewhere else" You don't want to take the risk of finding somewhere else. You only had 6 days to figure out a position in hell and you were not gonna take any chances trying to wander around to beg for a job that wasn't guaranteed. So you persisted, the lady gave you the papers, and you signed the papers with your soul now tethered to the contract. You skimmed through some of the sentences, not fully reading the paper.

'Soul.. Admiral Leviathan.. At own risk ... Signature of navy worker below'

You were never the type to read contracts, so you signed the papers, sealing the deal. The lady at the front desk clicked her tongue. "It's settled then! Now what size are you for shoes and clothes?" You told her your size and she wrote it down, waddling to the door behind her before coming back with a dark navy blue sailor uniform. "Your Devildom citizenship will arrive in your room in one of the barracks in 2 days. You will start your shift once you get your ID and schedule." You grabbed the map that was provided, the bag that had your sailor uniform, and stood up. "Thank you, you were really kind" She waved her hand dismissively. "Nah, I'm just doing my job. Now before you go, word of advice" you looked at her, listening intently. "Do not piss off the captains, ESPICALLY the admiral. Whatever he wants or says, you do it, no questions asked." You nodded your head, acknowledging her warning. "Good, now good luck. You're gonna need it"

With all your belongings, you made your way to your barracks, looking around your surroundings. You noticed the different variants of demons that worked in the naval base. Aquatic demons working in the waters, repairing damages to the outer layers of the smaller ships, flying demons fixing radios and tending to electrical duties. They were clearly experienced and seemed a lot bigger and more.. You couldn't properly explain it. Confident? Comfortable? It was clear that they blended in with the environment while your meek personality stuck out like a sore thumb. Finally finding your room, you noticed a bunk bed. Guess you had a roommate that was off to his duties. Eventually, when you had your ID, you began to work in the navy as an entry level sea man. Preforming maintenance, reporting to your mates on watch, you got the hang of living in Devildom and the navy. Hell, you even got used to your new demon anatomy. But working as a newbie in hell was torture. As the new demon in hell, or what your fellow sailors like to call you- "Fresh meat"- you were constantly harassed and hazed. Belongings stolen, body beaten, insulted at any moment, it became the norm. One day you were on one of the ships, sweeping the floors, the typical. Then one of the bigger sailors- Dallas- grabbed you by the shoulders and spun you around. You flinched, expecting a punch to the face, but he only pressed your back against the wall. Keeping you pinned, he was up in your face, mocking you, grabbing a fistful of your hair as he hurled insults as the men around him laughed. It was expected, but what wasn't expected was when he grabbed your tail, playing with it softly. "Hmn, you just grew into your new body aye? How does this feel?" you shuddered, uncomfortable as his hand tightened around the thick base. "Hey, answer me" you squeaked, shaking at the weird intense foreign sensation. "Weird. Really weird. Look man can I just-" "Shut the fuck up." You immediately tighten your lips shut. The demon stayed quiet for a bit, observing the way your tail twitched and moved. He sighs, letting go with a smile. "Alright, go on with whatever"

The relief washes over your body as Dallas seems to step away from you, uninterested. You let out a shaky breath, closing your eyes until-

RIIIIIIIIIIPPP

In a flash you're on the floor, letting out a wheezy gasp as the scream escapes your body. Pain shoots from your lower back, the audible squelch and soft drop of something clear to your ears. Crying you gasp for air, the raw pain shooting up your spine. He ripped your tail, the fucker ripped your tail. Dallas laughed at your misery, crouching down. "Awe, damn.. Not a clean rip.. There's still some chunks.. Oh my god ew it's still moving?! Hey, how does it feel?" The pain was intense to the point you started seeing dots in your vision and the bile in your stomach forcefully excreted out from your heavy hyperventilating sobs. "Helloooo? Aye man you might wanna get that cauterized or something at the infirmary" He's still poking at you, poking his boot against your stomach. "Really? What's next? Gonna piss your pants? You're such a pu-"

"DALLAS"

A roaring voice interrupts. You try to turn around and see the source from the voice, but you can only lay as you writhe with your ripped tail on the floor. You hear three voices talking. Dallas, the main captain, and another man you haven't met. The captain groans, scolding the other sailor. "Are you kidding me?! We are running low on workers and you- you do this?! I don't even.." You can't see properly since your on the floor, but the other man in the large cloak puts his palm out, silencing the two. You hear footsteps, and you try to turn your head to see what's going on. "Dallas, am I not giving you enough work?" you could see the demon shrink, holding his two hands together. "No sir." "Then why are you messing with the new workers? Do you understand how low staffed we are?" "Yes sir." The man he was referring to as sir was a tall indigo haired male that wore a hat, cloak, and a specially tailored uniform adorned with badges. You were definitely sure this was the higher boss or at least the highest ranking captain. With how everyone kept their head low and how your main captain stepped back and quiet, you were certain of it. "Then stop acting like a pathetic teenager and leave them alone. Or are you too weak to pick on the older workers? Tell me. Why is it only my newer workers?" You could feel the humiliation coming from your bully as his voice became more anxious the more the uniformed man spoke. "I-I am sorry sir. I got carried away" The indigo haired male in the hat sneered, questioning him with a quick stern voice. "Do you like destroying my things? Does it give you some satisfaction fucking with my things?" Now it was Dallas's turn to squeak. "N-No sir! Absolutely not!" With an annoyed chuckle, the man commanded an order. "Come here." and he followed the order. "You touch him again, or any of my new workers, and I'll send you to circles to rot. I'll do it in a snap and you won't ever know the taste of fresh air ever again. Do you understand me?" In a quiet whisper, Dallas's voice tremored. "Yes sir.." With a chuckle, the cloaked man patted his shoulder. "Good. Now, stand him up for me"

Dallas carefully grabbed you, lifting you up by your feet- or at least trying to. You were limp from the weakness and throbbing agony that was all over your body, so moving you around was like dead weight. "A real low bar for you to go for the tail as well" The indigo haired captain tsked, his own tail swishing back and fourth on the floor. "Give him to me", you were shimmied over to the tall male, resting against his broad chest while his arm kept you standing. "Now. Go back to work. Get out." And he scurried off, leaving you alone with the man and your other captain. You close your eyes, drifting off from the exhaustion. With your blurry vision you could see the annoyance coming from his voice as he murmured to your captain. "...I swear I leave..A day.. And shit like.....happens.. I'm not a..... Babysitter.."

You pass out. You don't know how long you've been out for, but when you woke up you could hear the beeping of a monitor machine. You were at the infirmary, and when you regained conscious, you saw the IV attached to you. "You're awake" You whipped your head, only to get whiplash. You groaned, trying to soothe the pain. "Take it easy, you've been out for a while." You adjust yourself, sitting up, you get a good look at the man. Indigo hair, peaked cap, and the large dark royal cloak- you recognized him. "A-Ah, sir! It is.. Uhm, nice of you to be here?" You had no idea what to say, you didn't expect anyone to be waiting on you. "Thank you. You're a fresh soul.. It's been a while seeing those in my navy" You let out a low hum. "Mhn..." You shuffled a little, using your butt a bit to move further against the pillows, only to gasp as the agonizing pain rips through your body. You clutch your chest, trying to calm yourself down. "Woah there, don't move" He approached you, placing you softly on your side. It felt a bit better since you were laying on your back earlier, putting most of the pressure onto the nub. "T-Thank you.." He observed you, eying you up. "Do you feel any knots around the spine area?" You breathed out with a gasp. "It still hurts.." "From 1-10, tell me" "Ugnn.. An 8.." He let out a 'hnm' in response, now removing the sheets from your body. "It's going to hurt, so hold my hand." You followed his order, grabbing one of his hands while his other hand traveled towards your back. Near the base of your tail that connected with your spine, he pressed his fingers against the area. You hissed at the prickling sensations shot up through your entire spine. Your grip tightened as the man kept massaging the area, biting your lip as an attempt to hold yourself back from accidentally breaking the man's hand. "You don't need to hold back, you're not hurting me. You can't hurt me. Grip as hard as you need to, you're gonna need to brace yourself" Your eyes widened, panicked you gripped tighter as you began to breath heavily. His hand was now resting at the agitating large bump on your tailbone.

"1.."

You feel the anxiety begin to twist in your chest.

"2..."

He eyes your expression carefully, almost feeling pity.

"3"

With a swift push, he punches the red bump, pushing the bump back into your body with a loud pop. You gasp, frozen as you instinctively cling onto his hand. With tears streaming down your eye, you try to adjust to the burning in your spine. "Breathe in and out.. That's it.. I know it hurts.." he sympathized, speaking softly. "Because the bastard ripped it out like a barbaric child, this part, the bone, will dislocate here and there. It'll stop once it heals and regrows. But for now, you're gonna have to punch it in whenever it does that. You groan, now letting go of his hand. "It'll hurt less the more you do it. Now, how do you feel?" You wipe the tears from your eyes. "Surprisingly better.." He smiles, sitting back down on the chair that was next to your bed. "Good. How long have you been here for?" You take the sheets, covering your body again. "2 weeks..." He pulls his chair closer to you, wanting to engage. "Ah, alright. Do you know who I am?" "No sir.. Sorry" "It's okay, it makes sense. Well, I am Leviathan. I control this entire fleet, I am your admiral. You look after my navy, and I look after you"

Leviathan? As in the mythical sea monster? "Oh, so you are.. The Leviathan?" He finds your lack of knowledge in him to be quite endearing. "Yes, and in biblical terms, or more accurate terms, I am envy. I am the 3rd born sin, and I oversee one of the districts here. Any more questions?" You were speechless, not expecting to be face to face with the most powerful demon in hell. "N-No. Not at all sir. Thank you for telling me that.. I had no idea" His curiosity picks at him. "Oh really? How come?" you shy away, not wanting to offend Leviathan. "Well, no offense sir.. I was always an atheist. I didn't believe in the bible or anything. I only really heard of you based on an old kids myth.." An atheist? How adorable! Leviathan thought. "And what was that myth?" You paused for a bit. "Uhh.. Well uh.. The myth was that at 3am, you looked for anyone swimming in the lakes.. And then drowned them if you saw them.." Meh, not totally accurate, but it was close to an old hobby he used to do which was drowning sailors. "Ha! Did your parents tell you that?" "...Yeah"

Well isn't that just precious? He wasn't the type to smile over a conversation, but you somehow curled the corner of his lips upwards.

"Rest up. Take 5 days off, and report back to me on your tail. I'll see you then"

He stands up, and he leaves. Something about that touched you a bit, left you pondering and in awe. You weren't in love or anything, but he left you smitten. You spent most of your days in your room, resting up, taking medicine, and eating whenever you went to the cafeteria. Your bunkmate would mind his own business, glancing at you here and there before going out. He eventually decided to make himself known. "I'm Neil." He said abruptly, holding out a tray while you laid on the top bunk. You groggily turned, looking at the brownette. "Oh?" "These are for you" You look at the tray, an apple, muffin, and some soup. You just stare, not taking the tray. "Oh uh.. These aren't poisoned or.." He trailed off as you stared more at him, unconvinced. "Okay here's proof" He took a bite out of everything, and a sip from the soup. "There see! Not poisoned." You cringed, trying to be nice as the man took a bite out of nearly everything. "Ahh, thanks.." You sit up, taking the tray. "Hey uh, you don't have like.. Any poison or acid in your salvia right?" He looked confused for a moment. "Uhh.. Ohh nope! Not that kind of demon" "Alright thanks" You say, not really caring before taking a bite out of the already bitten muffin. "So uh, how's the tail?" "How do you know about the..." "Medicine. And the bandages on the table.. And the fact that you've been sleeping on your side for the past 4 days, duh" "Righht.. I mean it's getting better. Tomorrow I think I start working again" He stands on his mattress, grabbing onto the edge of the bunk bed to be somewhat at your level. "Damn, really?" "What do you want?" You're quick to cut the bullshit, speaking swiftly, you question him. He looks a bit taken a back. "Oh, just curious about my new bunkmate, that's all!" Right.. You don't believe him, but you continue to talk to him. You learn that he's been in the navy for at least 44 years, and that he died in the 70s. Cool.

The next day rolls and you climb out of bed. Brushing your teeth, changing your bandages and putting on your uniform, you put on your shoes. Opening the door, you're left confused as you stare. It wasn't the hallway of the barracks, but an office. Before you could run back into your room, something shoves you out and the door closes behind you. You turn to look for the door, but it's no longer there. You walk, looking around your surroundings. Medals, harpoons laid around as decorations, and large tanks with various small colorful marine creatures. "Over here" You hear his voice, and you immediately walk towards it. You see Leviathan sitting in his chair, writing papers on his desk. "Have a seat" And you do. Sitting across from him, you sit up straight. "You can relax y'know? Now, how's the tail?" Oh right, that. He did tell you to report to him a few days ago. "It's gotten better. I'm ready to work sir." "Good. Are you having trouble with any of other sailors?" His gaze was strong. "N-No.." "You're not lying to me, right?" "No sir.." "Because if there's a problem, I don't mind fixing it" You were grateful for his seeming care for you. "Thank you sir, but I can assure you that I'm fine" "If you say so".

"So uh, how did you know about the tail thing?"

"What?"

"Sorry, like how did you know what to do with my tail and all that?"

He lets out a short laugh. "Oh? Well okay, in the beginning when hell was just starting to form, me and my brothers had already fallen to hell. We went through a lot of changes with our body. I had my wings torn off, but I grew a tail. Of course, one of my brother's, Beelzebub, grew interested and unknowingly hungry. He didn't know his strength so he grabbed my tail and.. Ripped the entire thing clean. Bone and everything"

You wince, imagining the gruesome scene.

"It was awful, my brothers had no idea what to do while Beelzebub started to grow accustomed to his hunger. Funny enough, he did say that my tail tasted like a light flakey steak... Anyways I'm getting off track. It took years for it to grow back to how it is now. A lot of trial and error."

He paused for a moment.

"So that's it I guess. What I'm trying to say is, I've been through the same thing, multiple times actually. Anything else?" "No.. Thank you sir"

He sends you back to work, pointing to his finger back to the door that you came from. You walk out the door, and you see the ocean seas. Stepping out the door, you're a bit startled. How did that- magic you guessed. You go back to work, your admiral on your mind.

Your feelings for him started off as a small admiration. You began to idolize him little by little. You looked up to his authority, you were fascinated by the stories that were told about him. You would seek out for him, always trying to catch a glance of him patrolling the navy. You didn't have a crush on him, you were just curious. On a particular night, the navy was hosting its anniversary. It was nothing big, just a small get together at the bar with all drinks given free to the curtesy of the bar owner. The entire bar was filled with sailors drinking, laughing, and dancing. Some on the side were playing card games, others were holding drinking competitions amongst friends, and a few.. Lets just say they were gonna have a fun night. You were there, sitting in one of standing chairs, drinking a small alcoholic beverage. You weren't talking with anyone, just scanning the room, hoping to get a glimpse of Leviathan.

Leviathan was sitting on the other side of you, clearly annoyed and drinking his 3rd shot, pinching the bridge of his nose as his older brother, Mammon, kept nagging at him. "Hey Levi, Levi, Levi, Levi, Levi-" "What?" "….I love you~" "fuck off." Mammon laughed, tousling his little brother's hat, completely messing up his hair. "Aww cheer up lil bro! What's the matter?" Leviathan grumbled, drinking another shot of demonus. "Nothing." He drank another shot, this time waving on of the waitresses for another drink, a stronger one. "Seriously, you should be having the time of your life! I dunno, maybe having chicks by yourside-" Leviathan glared at him, scowling. "Or dudes… Or hell to be honest both or anyone with how you got that stick up your ass.." "What did you say?" "Nothing-" Mammon blurted, trying not to laugh. "Seriously though, what's wrong?" Leviathan rolled his eyes, now on his 6th shot. With a frown on his face, Leviathan sighed with a complain. "Everyone here is having fun, with friends and letting lose.. Being so fucking loud. This is miserable, I don't even know why I showed up." He went on, getting frustrated with each word. "I wanted to have fun, but I can't. I'm just here, all alone with my stupid brother bothering me like I'm some outcast needing to be comforted" Mammon felt a nervous sweat going down his forehead, smiling as he knew what was coming next. "They're so fucking ungrateful. I could just leave and no one would bat an eye. Why is no one coming to say hi? Why can't anyone just seem to invite me? What, am I just too high and mighty to talk to? So ungrateful." Mammon knew better than to correct Leviathan, to remind him that there were a bunch of sailors who toasted to him, the waitresses that smiled his way, the demons who were clearly smiling and grateful for the free drinks and food. There were a lot of things Mammon could point out, but of course, envy was always blind to logic. He patted Leviathan's shoulder, awkwardly laughing as an attempt to lighten up the mood. "Hey hey, I'm sure that ain't the case.. Hey what about that sailor that keeps staring at you?" "Huh?" Mammon looked at you, and he saw the subtle shift in your eyes. For a brief moment you and him made eye contact, and Mammon got an idea. "Yeah, that one. Over there with the stumpy tail" Leviathan turned, seeing you look at your drink. "Oh him? What about him?" "What do ya think about him?" Levithan was a bit caught off guard with the question. "Uhh, I mean he's a good worker. He's still adjusting since it hasn't been a year since he's died.." "Ah, a newbie" "Yeah. Ha, funny enough I did talk to him. Helped him with his ripped tail and all.." Mammon's interest peaked, and Leviathan could tell as he tried to change the topic, knowing Mammon would try to do something dumb with the information. "But that's it." "That's it?" "Well.. Yeah." "Why don't you go talk to him?" Defensively, Leviathan narrowed his eyes at Mammon. "Why?" "Cause, I'm sure he wants to talk to you as much as you wanna talk to somebody. Trust me, I can feel his desperation from here" Leviathan looked a bit startled, a little flattered even. "Oh.. I guess I'll talk to him for a bit.." Mammon smiled, laying back against the plush booth. "Mhn, I'll be here 'kay?" Leviathan hummed back in response, standing up to go talk to you.

Leviathan sat beside you, adjusting his cloak and cap before addressing your name. You looked a bit startled, trying to sit up straight with your head high. And Leviathan couldn't help but feel a little flutter in his chest. You both talked, hell even tried to talk with each other. An hour or two passed and Leviathan decided to go back to the booth. He waved you off, telling you he'd be back in a bit. Mammon of course was in a middle of a card game, but he was able to out trick all the sailors and beat the small game. Counting his money, Mammon smirked at Leviathan. "You have a good chat?" "Uh, yeah." "He likes ya" "I mean I hope he does. He is a worker of mine" Mammon tsked, putting the money in his pocket. "He likes likes you" "W-What?! Mammon don't be stupid" "Whatever~ Do you like him?" "I've only known him for a few days! Why the fuck would he even like me in that way? He has so many people that talk to him, hell even a bunk mate. There would be no way to have him like like me you idiot." "…Uh-huh.. Anyways y'know what? Let's do something" Leviathan eyed Mammon suspiciously, clearly annoyed. "What?" "Let's make a bet." Leviathan could already see where this was going. "Oh not again for the love of-" "Hear me out. You're always complaining about how alone you are while the demons out here are mingling and finding love. The admiral himself, alone and unwanted. It's unfair right?" "I-I'm not-" Mammon gave Leviathan the 'Oh really?' look, and Leviathan only shrunk in embarrassment. "So, prove me wrong. Prove US wrong. I bet ya, if you go up to him, ask him out, maybe a 'lil smooch for Goodluck, he'll be head over heels for ya. And if I'm wrong, I'll give you.. This book writer's soul." "Make it 16500 grimm, the writer's soul, and a dance of how wrong you are" "Mhnnn… 50 grimm?" "I'm not doing it then" "Ugh.. Fine. I'm only agreeing cause I'm tired of seeing my baby brother all mopey with his weird cartoons-" "Shut up!"

With a huff, Leviathan stomped away while Mammon snickered, watching the scene unfold. You heard those familiar footsteps coming your way, and you smiled. "Hello sir, you're back!" Leviathan sat down beside you, ordering some more drinks. "Yep. Say.. Do you uh.. Want to drink and talk?" "More alcohol.. I dunno, I'll be on my shift tommorow" "Doesn't have to be alcohol. Want any smoothies?" "Yeah! What do you recommend?" Leviathan requests a menu, and he skims through the pages. He points at a light blue drink with small bits of orange flowers inside it. "This one. It's really good. It's one of my favorites actually.." "Then I'll get that one then"

Leviathan begins to get comfortable, and even warms up a bit as you yap about your interests. Sure they don't completely align with what hear cares about, but you somehow make it interesting to listen to. He finds himself smiling as you go on and on, and he even finds himself rambling to you as well. For a moment he thinks as he's rambling that he's boring you, but when he look's at your lower half, he could see the small numb that is your tail wagging back and fourth. He gets a surge of confidence, and he looks back at Mammon who just gives him a smug look. "Hey so... I think I may want to take you out.." You seemed to have a glint in your eye, but Leviathan ignores it. "Would you like to go on a date with me?" You let out a snort, but you quickly cover your mouth. And for a moment, Leviathan considers killing Mammon, and then himself out of shame. "S-Sir what? You barely known me" Yeah! Exactly! Mammon. "But honestly if I were being honest.. I may have gotten interested in you as well.. I don't know if it's cause I like you but- oh man I'm rambling. But are you sure? Why me? No offense.. Sir.. But I'm not 'boyfriend' material." Leviathan looked back at Mammon for advice, but he was too busy chatting up with the other sailors. Fuck.. "Well.. I-I uh.. Please? One date?" God he could feel himself sweating. Was he really pleading with a sailor to go out with him? Do it for the Grimm, do it for the Grimm.. You were shocked, flattered, and even a bit bashful. "Uh, yeah. Of course sir.. When?" "When what?" "The date?" "Oh uhmn- how about tomorrow? I'll let you have the entire day off." "..I guess it's a date then sir!" "Good! I-I'll see you then. Maybe at night.. Okay?" You nodded your head, and he simply went back to Mammon. "What about the smooch?" "Don't push it Mammon." Leviathan scoffed, putting his palm out. "Grimm, the soul, and I want the dance." "Now??" Leviathan smirked, his eyes smug as he leaned back. "Yep. Right now, come on. We shook on it, you have to do it. C'mon, you know the dance~" Mammon groaned, slowly forcing himself to stand up and do the stupid dance. With a final twirl and bow, Leviathan clapped, clearly grinning ear to ear. "Now, the grimm and soul." Mammon whined, letting a loud "Ughhh!" before handing Leviathan the soul and coins worth of 200 grimm. "I said 16500, not 200 cheapo" "What do ya think, that I'm made outta money?! I don't carry that much y'know??" "Mammon you literally hoard as a hobby, hand it over. I won fair and square." Letting out another whine, Mammon handed Leviathan a copious amount of bills, each count of the money hurting Mammon's heart. "Oh please, this is pocket money for you. Stop acting like it's a big deal" Mammon grumbled. "I'm only doing this so you could finally stop bitc-" "What was that?" "NOTHING! Love ya lil bro~" Leviathan was smiling, counting the money he earned. "Alright.. These are real right?" "Of course they are! Why do ya think I'm hurting right now?!" "Cause knowing you, you'd scum your way out of a deal." "Ah come on! Have a bit of faith in me!" Leviathan rolled his eyes at Mammon's retort. "Yeah yeah. Anyways how's that witch girlfriend of yours?" Mammon seemed to calm down a bit, his mind now distracted over the grimm. "Oh she's alright I guess.." Leviathan raised a brow at Mammon, but didn't comment any further. "Alright. Well I'm gonna go back home. Are you coming or?" "Nah I'm gonna stop by a few stores. There's some stuff I need to get" Leviathan stood up from his seat. "See you later then"

You went on your first date some time later on, and Leviathan didn't seem to mind the date. Dressed in a white colored shirt with navy pants, he took you to a restaurant. He didn't seem too enthusiastic, but he didn't seem bothered when you talked with him. One date, it was one date. Though one date turned into two when his brother Mammon blabbed to the entire family that Leviathan had scored a date. Of course with everyone intrigued, they all teased him to go on the second date. Begrudgingly, you and him were now sailing on one of the private boats, eating some hell spawn lobster while he talked about his annoying brothers. For an isolated shut in, he surprisingly knew how to treat you well. The second date turned into a third date when Asmodeus poked at his older brother, cackling at the thought of keeping a study relationship. Out of spite, Leviathan took you on a third date, seemingly agitated with the way his eyes were dilated. He made sure to take lots of pictures on your third date, sending it to his brothers to show them wrong. On the fourth date, he was less annoyed, rather using his brothers nagging as a way to excuse himself for getting involved during your working hours at the navy. You were in one of the rooms, looking at a gas indicator. Opening the door to leave the room, your shoved in a familiar room that you haven't seen in a while. Leviathan's office. You hear his voice, and like the first time you were here, you followed it. You thought you were in trouble with the way he had his arms behind his back with a formal posture, you were a bit panicked with the way he stared at you. "I have something to ask you". Fearing the worst, you braced yourself. Did you piss him off? But, Leviathan wasn't there to scold you, if anything, he was quiet terrified himself and it took everything for him not to stumble on his words. "What are we?"

Oh?

That's what he called you in for? "Whatever you want us to be sir" That didn't seem to satisfy him. Uncertain, he furrowed his brows. "What do you want us to be?" God you didn't fucking know how to answer that! "u-uh, well uh. I don't know?" "You don't know?" He seemed agitated at the response. With his hands still behind his back, his tail whipped back and fourth. "..This was a stupid idea. You probably felt forced.." Leviathan didn't say it out loud, but he could picture the multiple reasons why you had said what you said. Maybe you felt pressured by his superiority to go out with him, you didn't actually like him that way. Or maybe you had a partner already, what was his name? Nile? Nelly? Whatever it was, he was always stalking around you, and you seemed neutral with his company. Whatever it was, Leviathan could feel the shame inside him. He was about to resort to singing an old siren tune to make you forget this interaction, but you seemed to catch him off guard when you took off your hat, holding it with both of your hands. "I didn't feel forced at all to go with you Leviathan... Sir. If anything, I enjoyed those nice dinners with you. I haven't been treated that nicely by anyone in a while" You now had his full attention, and he was listening to you intently. "It would be nice if I could return the favor.. No matter what you decide you want us to be. If I had the choice, I'd like us to continue what we have" Leviathan was completely shocked, wordless with his mouth slightly agape. It took a while for the admiral to collect his scrambled mind, and it didn't help with the way you stared at him with an expression no one had stared at him with in centuries. "O-Oh? U-Uh, haha- ah. Well u-umn. Okay- uhmn, alright. Haha! Oh fuck-" His whole entire face was beet red. "In that case, I guess these came in handy" He extends his hand out, and it's a bouquet of blue creamy white flowers. You were now smiling, your ears perked up happily. "Oh my gosh- these are so nice.." "I-I'm glad you liked them.." It was so bizarre to see the highest in commanding of the navy stutter, it was like he was a different person. You kept staring at the meek uniformed man Infront of you, and for a moment you forgot about his position and high status. So you blurt out the first thing that comes in your mind. "Can I kiss you?" and Leviathan is more than happy to comply with your request.

The 3 months you were dating Leviathan were heavenly. You didn't have to go to the cafeteria anymore to wait in line for lunch since Leviathan would always be there to grab you and feed you. There were moments where he would drag you in the middle of work seemingly out of nowhere, just for you rest on his lap while he did paperwork. You also learned about Leviathan's personality, how sometimes he would be this soft, shy, meek demon who could barely speak for himself. You learned that the avatar of envy enjoyed his junk food, always snacking on some chips whenever you and him watched one of his Japanese cartoons that he was obsessed with. Eventually he even got you a room of your own! No longer did you have to share a bunk with someone! Things were going well between you and Leviathan, or as you now call him outside of work, Levi. You loved him, you loved him a lot. And sure he had his fits here and there- but it's what's expected of envy. Sure it got terrifying at times with his menacing grip on his shoulders and his horrifying rambles of anger whenever something small seemed to trigger him. But it could be a lot worse, and you loved him too much to see what was so dangerous about his behavior. You were blind to all the red flags that began to show in your relationship with Leviathan. You were so caught up in Leviathan's smothering affection, you failed to see the way he was isolating you from the navy. You were so blind, that you failed to see the way the other sailors would avoid you. You were so used to seeing Leviathan daily, you didn't realize how you didn't work any shifts anymore- instead spending most of your time in Leviathan's office.

You really loved Leviathan, you loved him to the point that you were willing to tip toe with your actions- careful not to talk to someone in a certain way and to not outshine Leviathan in anyway, just to keep his envy at bay. Hug him, hold him, look at him only, tell him how much you love him. In the beginning you thought he was just being needy and insecure. But as time kept going, he never stopped, if anything he seemed to get worse. It was getting tiring juggling with his emotions, and you thought it was manageable.. Until by some misfortune you discovered why Leviathan had asked you out in the first place. Grimm, a soul, and a silly sibling dance. Your relationship was from a result from sibling banter. At first you laughed at the news! You saw it as one of those cute "This is how me and my boyfriend met!" types of silly situations. But then you started to really think about it.. And it hurt your ego. You felt like this small plaything for this all powerful demon to use you. You didn't know why you didn't see this before, but now you did and it was painful. You bet people in Devildom snickered about how you were just "another one" for the admiral, betting how long he'd keep you for. You didn't confront Leviathan about the news, you kept quiet for now. You tried acting the way you usually acted, but Leviathan being naturally observant or irrational, confronted you on your different behavior. "Are you okay?" "Mhn? Yeah, why?" "Liar." It was a slow shift from neutral to absolutely maddened. "Who is it?" "W..What?" "Who fucking is it?" He was face with a death grip on your shoulder. His claws sinking into the fabric of your uniformed shirt and threatening to pierce your skin. "Is it that old roommate of yours? Decided to get a good fucking out of him?" "Excuse me?!" He let out a laugh, and the atmosphere went cold. You were outside on the docks where none of the sailors worked, it was hidden- like an alleyway in a street. "Am I not good enough for you?" The waves began to crash against the wooden docks, the boats began to swish back and fourth- "Of course!" His voice was getting louder- "Then why- Why are you being like this?!" You made the mistake of stuttering, and Leviathan's irrational thoughts were being confirmed in his mind. "L-Like what?!" "OOoooHoho! So you do know! Great! Spill it out!" "Alright fine! The bet, I was only a bet to you! For Grimm and a soul! That's all I was! I'm not cheating on you- I'm fucking embarrassed!" Like he'd been slapped, he let you go, the waves calming down as he shrunk on the spot. "O-Oh..So you're not..?" "No! Are you kidding me?!"

In the end, Leviathan was still cared about you, but you had trouble forgiving him. You still loved him, just not the same as before. You were always the type to hold grudges, hell it's how you got into hell in the first place, so you never really let go of that information. Your relationship wasn't the same, and you thought about breaking up with Leviathan. You tried asking your old roommate Neil for any advice after cornering him, but he only told you it was best for you to suck it up and stay in the relationship. "That's it?! Really?! C'mon Neil, there's gotta be something" "I dunno, a couples therapy?? Look, I wish I could help you, but I can't, and to be honest you're kind of in a sticky situation.. Breaking up with the man who owns your soul.." "Wait what?" "Yeah.. Why do you look so shocked?" You stare at him completely mortified, while he just stares at you nonchalantly. He then notices your reaction, and feels automatically pity for you. "Oh.. You didn't know? It was in the contract. I thought you knew?" There it goes.. Your lack of attention biting you in the ass. "Anyways.. I don't think you should be talking to me.. Or anyone. For the sake of our safety, just.. Stick with him yeah? We don't want another incident." "What incident?" "..I gotta go. Bye.."

Now realizing Leviathan owns your soul since you had signed that contract when joining the navy, you felt trapped. God this was utterly fucked, you really couldn't leave unless Leviathan had enough of you and didn't break up with you on bad terms. Was there any way you could manipulate the situation..? Who were you kidding, manipulating a man who's job is manipulating and controlling an entire fleet at his bidding. Good luck. And with how your boyfriend changed your role in the navy ever since your little argument and with his insecurities growing ever since your revelation, it seemed like a slim chance he was going to let you go. Locked always by his side, you couldn't escape. 24/7, whether you were in his office, walking around the fleet, or in his bed, he was always there- watching you. It was either loving him and juggling the thin line of rage the avatar of envy always seemed to be on, or risk being thrown into eternal damnation.. And, being smart, you continued loving him, even if it now became a part of your job.

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bite-sized-devil · 2 years

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Piggy Back Rides

You've had a particularly long hard day at RAD. Exhausted and dreading the walk home, you ask your favourite demon brother for a little favour.

Was going to do these in groups, but they just kept getting longer and longer. Apologies my fellow simps, please enjoy them one at a time starting with the eldest and finishing with the youngest.

TW: None, this is just fluff. GN! MC.

Lucifer

Text chain:

MC: Can I ask a favour? 🥺

Lucifer: Depends, what is it you need?

MC: I'm so tired from today, could you give me a piggy back ride home?

Lucifer: Of course.

MC: Really? Just like that?

Lucifer: Yes, where are you?

MC: 😭 Thank you! Sitting on the stairs out the front of the building. ❤️

Smiling into his screen he gets up from his desk, the papers he was working on can wait until tomorrow. He'd rather come to your aid, he loves it when you need him. Especially for little things such as this. You are usually so self sufficient, a stark comparison compared to his brothers. Always so appreciative even when its something trivial like asking for a piggy back ride home.

He arrives moments later, seeing you slumped on the stairs with your head resting on your knees. Stopping in front of you he reaches out and gently rests his hand on your head, running it through the hair around your face when you lift your head to look up at him.

You might say you're tired, but you still look as radiant as ever when you bless him with a sweet smile.

"Ready to go love?" He says as he returns your smile.

"Mmn." You say as you nod your head once and slowly stand, reaching for your bag as you do. Lucifer is having none of that, if he's giving you a piggy back back to HOL he's carrying your bag too.

Slinging your bag over his shoulder before turning around and beckoning you to hop on. You put your hands on his shoulders before jumping up, pressing your thighs to his hips. His hands come up and grasp the soft skin behind your knees. Looping your hands loosely around his collar bone you rest your head in the crook of his neck.

"Thank you Lucifer." You say softly before kissing his neck sweetly. His grip on your legs tightens momentarily before relaxing back into his original hold.

"You're welcome MC, I'm always here for you." He says as he turns his head to gift you with a gentle kiss to your forehead.

You spend the rest of the trip home listening to Lucifer talk about his day, to tired to talk about yours. More than happy to listen to the eldest's commentary on his younger brothers antics. With your chin rested on his shoulder and your fingers playing with the collar of his shirt.

Before long you feel yourself drifting off, the rhythm of Lucifer's long strides, and gentle voice lulling you to sleep. You wake up later to find yourself asleep in Lucifer's bed, your shoes & coat taken off and carefully placed at the foot of the bed. You roll over to find him sitting up in bed beside you, he smiles down at you through his glasses.

"Go back to sleep MC, I'll wake you later when dinner is ready" he says as he pushes a loose strand of your hair behind your ear. You nod slowly before curling up to his side and closing your eyes. His hand remains on your head, absentmindedly running his fingers through your hair as you fall back to sleep.

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primehyuck · 1 year

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take care

aka Jeno is your loving boyfriend who can be whatever you need him to be in the bedroom to keep you happy

word count: 3,576

contents: pet play (prop use), dom!mc/kitten mc, sub!master Jeno <3 (everyone’s a switch) anal, oral (m/f), lots of spit, multiple orgasms, overstimulation, pure smut as per usual, afab reader, pet names (kitten, master)

Jeno is a powerhouse whenever you allow it, when you need him to be. You like being in charge, love turning his usually tough demeanor into a whimpering, pathetic mess. He makes the prettiest noises when he’s desperate for you, deep whines and breathy moans. Always blushing at compliments you pay him even after all this time together, such a perfect sub; so eager to please.

You stare up into the mirror facing your bed, chest pressed into the mattress and ass up in the air, looking completely wrecked even though you’d just begun. Jeno’s hand presses between your shoulder blades to keep you still. You look pathetic and powerful, the pretty makeup you had put on for dinner smeared around your eyes, cheeks blotchy from being forced into the blanket.

Jeno glances up at you, dark brown eyes catching your reflection while he flicks his tongue over your asshole, hard and flat. His fingers pump slowly in and out of your cunt, soaked from the spit dripping down from above.

“C’mon baby,” you moan into the sheets “more.”

He pulls his mouth off of you, rubbing his nose over your butt cheek before biting it hard enough to leave an imprint of his teeth. You flinch, pushing yourself further onto his fingers with a pained gasp.

“Where?” the question is muffled by his face dragging over your lower back before moving back to your asshole. You groan when he inhales deeply, tongue flicking wildly. You reach back to grab his thick black hair, holding his head still while you fuck yourself back onto his tongue. He lets out a high pitched whine when you shake your ass over his face, not giving him room to breathe.

“You can do better than that, baby,” You scold and he moves immediately, long fingers pulling out of your pussy and moving to rub deliciously over your clit “good boy.” you release his hair and smile when he presses his own face further into you on his own accord.

“Don’t you want to make me cum?” He flattens his tongue to move his face up and down eagerly in response, your hips bouncing to rub your clit against his fingers the way you need. His weak whimpers spur you on, pressing your cheek into the bed and looking back to see his legs quivering, dick hard and heavy hanging between his legs. His eyes are shut tight, letting you use his face to make yourself feel good, sore tongue nothing but a toy.

Spit drips down and lands on Jeno’s wrist, your hand landing back in his hair and tugging hard. He moans deeply at the feeling, fingers rubbing desperate circles over your clit. He smiles against you when you start to shake, grip tightening on his scalp when you cum.

“Yes, yes, yes.” you moan, shuddering against him, knowing he won’t stop unless you tell him he can. You pull his face away, gasping at the sight. His eyelids are low, mouth hung open and drool spilling down his chin, lips swollen and red. His fingers continue to rub over you slowly, palm cupping you while your hips twitch.

You flip over, rising to your knees and pulling Jeno down to kiss him, the spit around his mouth wetting your skin. You cup his face in your hands, smiling into the kiss as he tickles his fingers over your hips and back.

“Get the collar for me baby, need you to take care of me.” You mumble against his mouth and Jeno’s eyes widen, moving quickly while you shift to the edge of the bed, watching as he pulls out the toys you realize you’d been craving.

He doesn’t speak as he fastens the pretty white collar around your neck, heart shaped chain with a “J” sitting cold against your throat, tightening it enough to make you choke, knowing exactly how you like it. You smile up at him, batting your eyelashes as he brushes away the hair sticking to the spit around your chin before sliding ears over your head, stroking his fingers through the soft fur.

“So pretty, kitten.” he compliments and you smile, scrunching your nose cutely and grabbing his hips to pull him close to you, hard cock sitting between your breasts.

“Can I have my tail, master?” you feel his sharp inhale at your words, excitement coursing through his veins at the opportunity that you’re giving him to take charge.

“I want to see you stretch that cute little hole out first.” you can’t control your pleased sigh at his willingness to do what you need, lying back and spreading your knees open. You reach your arm out and he complies quickly, sucking two fingers into his mouth, eyes falling shut when you hum happily at the warmth of his tongue.

He directs your fingers down, his own hands falling strong on your shins and pushing your legs back toward your chest as you reach around the outside of your leg, spitty fingers tracing over your asshole, already lubed up from his mouth.

“Let me see you make yourself feel good, kitten.” He coos, encouraging you sink both fingers into yourself, gasping loudly. He groans, eyes focused on you pumping all the way to the base of your fingers and back out, desperate for the butt plug you’re trying to win.

“Feels better when you do it,” you moan, bratty. He smirks at you, letting go of one of your legs to push his palm into your lower stomach, thumb stretching down to rub over your clit.

“Is that how you want to talk to me?” He murmurs, barely audible over your sharp gasp at his touch.

You whimper with a shake of your head, fingers pumping faster to match the pace of his on your clit. He lays over you to press gentle kisses on your eyelids, cheeks, down your jaw.

“Come on baby, I know you can make yourself cum.” He encourages, teeth grazing over your earlobe and your free hand grips his shoulder tightly, collar feeling tighter with every second as his thumb presses firmly into your clit.

“I can, I can.” you cry, fingers pumping in and out of your ass at a desperately fast pace as you feel your stomach tighten. You shudder beneath him, his body weight keeping you trapped as you cum, fingers barely moving as you constrict around them, head lifting off the bed to bury your face in his neck as you moan his name.

His thumb slows, moving his hand up your body and pushing your head to the bed by your throat. He kisses you sweetly, swallowing every sound that you make. You don’t let him pull away, using both hands to hold the back of his head, his mouth on yours always one of your favorite feelings. He grinds down onto you, moaning breathily, tongue licking over yours.

“Jeno,” you beg when he pulls away “tail, please.”

His eyebrows raise, pulling away reluctantly and reaching for the butt plug lying on the side table.

“It’s bigger than I remember.” You bite at your lip shyly, lamp light glinting through the iridescent pink gem. You hadn’t used it in a while, nights that you let Jeno take charge like this few and far between.

“Gonna look so pretty,” Jeno says mostly to himself, directing you onto your hands and knees. You hear the lid of a bottle of lube, jumping when the cool gel drizzles over your asshole without warning, the cold plug following.

“Hold yourself open for me,” he directs and you dig your cheek into the blanket to reach behind you, pulling your butt cheeks apart as far as possible. He bends down, lips dragging over your lower back as he pushes the plug into you slowly, soft fur of the tail tickling your skin as he bottoms out the gem.

“Fuck,” you gasp, turning you face into the mattress in an attempt to mute your choked screams

“So sexy, kitten, spread open like this all for me. Perfect little thing.” He praises, hands moving up your back and tugging you up by the back of your collar. You cough harshly, mouth falling open as he suddenly pushes his cock into you, both holes completely filled.

“Shit, Jeno.” You choke out hoarsely, you see him shaking his head in the mirror through watering eyes.

“That’s not what you call me.” His hips snap into you quickly, tail caught between your bodies. The arm holding you up almost buckling beneath you as you reach a hand back, wanting his touch.

“Please, master.” you correct yourself with a whimper. His gaze focuses down, lips parting slightly and eyebrows scrunching together as he focuses on pounding into you, watching the furry black tail bounce with every smack of his hips against your ass. The pressure of the plug presses down, his cock hitting you painfully deep with every stroke.

“So fucking wet.” He grunts, leaning down across your back and slowing his movements. He pushes you down by your hips and you fall onto the bed, crying out as you squeeze around him, everything tightening at the new angle. He shudders above you, forearms planted on either side of your head as he fucks slowly into you, barely any space between your bodies with every lift of his hips. You turn your head to the side, hair blocking your vision until he pushes it out of the way.

“Kiss me, please, please.” You beg, barely above a whisper. He complies, fingers gripping your cheeks and turning your head uncomfortably to connect your mouths, cool metal of your collar pressing into the heel of his palm.

“Love fucking you like this, my pretty kitty.” he coos into your mouth, cock dragging deliciously in and out of you, putting pressure on the butt plug with every stroke.

“I’m yours, all yours, master.” you bleat, desperate for his tongue on yours, the taste of his mouth, smell of his skin, even the brush of his hair as your foreheads drag together makes goosebumps rise on any skin not being touched by him.

“And I’m yours.” He noses into your cheek. You sigh happily at his words, pushing your hips up into the air as much as you could beneath his weight, every thrust forcing you back down onto the mattress “you gonna cum again for me, so easy?” he grunts when he feels you clench around him, teeth grinding when you nod, spurring you on.

“Yes, yes, yes.” you cry and his thrusts speed up, fucking into you relentlessly, feeling his cock deep in your body until your eyes roll back into your head as you cum. His forearm presses into your neck, pinning you beneath him completely

“That’s it,” he praises, teeth bared together as his hips slow, jerking as he cums in you. Your ears slide down your hair when you try to lift under the weight of his arm and he noses into your cheek before lifting to move them back onto your head “so good.”

He relaxes on top of you and you sink into the bed, comforted by his weight keeping you grounded as the aftershocks of your orgasm make you dizzy. You whine when he pulls away, immediately cold without him pressing into you.

“Don’t you want me in here?” He hums, tugging gently on the tail of your butt plug. You gasp, incoherently agreeing as he shifts completely off of you, you feel the bed lift as he stands, warm hands trailing over the back of your legs, rubbing gently “get on the ground.”

You shift in surprise at his tone, but don’t argue. You catch a glance of yourself in the mirror; cheeks burning, lips swollen, eyes puffy. The collar shifts around your neck and you can see where an imprint of the ‘J’ shows on your skin from pressing into the mattress.

You sink to your knees on the carpet in front of Jeno, reaching up for his hands and he grips yours carefully in one, thumb stroking tenderly over your skin. You smile sweetly up at him, grateful for his ever gentle touch.

“Am I doing a good job?” you ask, melting into his palm when he cups your cheek.

“Always, precious.” He assures, dropping both his hands from you “now crawl. Show me how good you can be.”

You obediently drop down, a shiver running down your spine at the power in his voice. He steps back, watching silently as you start to move, knees dragging across the carpet. You stare up at him, crawling slowly, waiting for direction that doesn’t come. You smile slyly before turning to move away from him, the feeling of the plug inside you while you move making your stomach tighten. You can feel his cum drip down your thighs as you navigate the room, blushing under his hard gaze.

“I’m making a mess.” you mumble, suddenly embarrassed and he hums happily, tilting his head to watch himself spill out of your pussy. You follow when he sits on the edge of the bed facing the mirror, one hand moving to grip his cock, hardening watching you crawl for him. His carved stomach clenches at his own touch, leaning back onto one hand, enjoying the view.

“Come here, baby.” He finally gestures for you to situate between his legs, large hand covering your cheek and he pushes his thumb into your mouth, dragging your lip down until you stick your tongue out. He leans forward, sucking it into his mouth with a soft moan, his hand moving slowly up and down his shaft.

Your hands rest on his knees, keening up toward him in an effort to keep your mouths connected. A gentle push on your chest forces you back down. You blink up at him, nails tracing up his thighs, he shivers at the touch.

“Open,” He commands, breathless when your mouth hangs wide, tongue sticking out greedily, wanting.

You shift up, keeping your hands on his thighs while he directs his cock into your mouth. You gag as soon as he pushes past your lips, tight collar making it even more difficult to keep your throat open. He doesn’t slow down, letting you gag around him until you relax on your own, eyes watering pathetically, snot already making it hard to breathe through your nose.

You relax your shoulders when he strokes over your cheek “I know you can do it, so good at sucking my cock.” you pull back slightly, hand covering his before sinking back down until your lips touch his skin. You move one hand from his thighs to wrap around the base of his dick, tongue rolling as you stare up at him, sucking hard when you get to the tip, putting pressure on the underside of the head and watching his head roll back.

“That’s it,” eyelashes fluttering when you deep throat him again, holding yourself down for as long as possible before pulling off with a loud inhale. You stroke your hand up his cock, licking at your lips, trying and failing to collect yourself. Your cheeks are sticky with tears, butt plug feeling bigger with every passing second.

“I-,” you choke out, stopping short when he looks down at you, pupils blown wide, cheeks flushed a pretty pink “please.” you shift, trying to communicate without speaking.

“You need me in your ass,” not a question but you nod anyway “up, then.” he lifts you by your armpits, standing you between his legs and pressing open mouthed kisses over your stomach, fingers wrapping over your ass. He looks up at you through dark lashes, humming happily when you push the hair off his forehead, tempted to press a kiss to the damp skin.

You let him turn you around, a hand on your mid back pushing you to lean forward, ass directly in his face and he wraps the tail firmly around his hand before pulling slowly. He watches your asshole open around the thick base of the gem, a quiet “oh my god” escaping his lips when you cry out loudly at the loss, asshole gaping.

“Look at you,” he murmurs, hands moving down to cup the front of your thighs and pull you to his mouth. His tongue fucks into you and your knees buckle at the feeling. Spit and lube drip down onto Jeno’s knees, slurping at your asshole until your shaking.

You’re practically in tears when he finally pulls away, spit coating his chin. He pulls you back onto his lap, reaching around your chest to grip your chin, forcing your gaze ahead into the mirror. His chin rests on your shoulder, lips trailing up and down your neck while you melt into him.

“Want you to fuck yourself with my cock.” His breath warms your ear, nipping at the skin just below. He lifts you up and slides in easily, spit and lube soaking his dick as he bottoms out, forcing you down completely.

“Oh, fuck,” you can’t control your volume, head dropping back onto his shoulder when he spreads his hand over the front of your throat, forearm pressed strongly across your chest. He forces your lips apart, long fingers shoving into your mouth and he lets out a quiet “fuck” when you start to suck.

He doesn’t move his lower body at all, smacking at your thigh to remind your legs to move. You see the reflection of your calves shaking, but can barely feel anything below your knees, fingers and toes practically numb, blood pumping in your ears as you gasp around his fingers.

“I can’t, please, I can’t.” you whine when he finally pulls his fingers from your mouth.

“You can do it,” he encourages gently, hands falling to your hips to help you find a rhythm “feel so good around my cock, my pretty kitten.”

He lets you dig your nails into his thighs, moving his hand to cross over your chest supportively when your head falls back onto his shoulder.

“So full,” you whine, struggling to stay on your own two feet, barely able to pull yourself halfway off his cock “I really can’t.” you sniffle weakly, trying desperately to pick up the pace but your thighs are shaking with enough intensity that Jeno immediately takes pity on you.

“Sweet girl,” he shushes, stopping your weak attempt at riding him with impossibly strong hands, one of them sliding between your sticky thighs to rub back and forth over your abused clit “doing such a good job for me, need me to fuck you now?” The back of your head rubs hard onto his shoulder when you nod.

Jeno can’t help but ride the power trip you’ve handed him, pulling you off of his cock to flip you onto the mattress on your back. You barely have time to breathe before he’s propping your ankles on his shoulders, bending your knees toward your face while he watches his cock push into your asshole. Your pussy clenches around nothing when he bottoms out, arms falling open to claw at the bed as he fucks into you relentlessly.

Jeno is in complete control of your body, the sounds he’s making like music to your ears, endless dirty praises making sure you know exactly how good you’re making him feel.

“So fucking tight, baby.” he groans, you wouldn’t be surprised if the front of his thighs were red later from slapping against your skin so hard “look so pretty, letting me use your perfect body like this.” His fingers are everywhere, digging into the meat of your thighs, your stomach, trailing up over the collar that still sits snug around your throat.

You blubber an incoherent sentence when he presses two fingers to your clit, barely even moving them before you cum for him, mouth dropping open and chest rising off the mattress.

“Fuck, fuck , fuck,” your voice is scratchy and weak, hand gripping his wrist as tightly as you can manage, completely overwhelmed.

“Want me to fill your pretty ass with my cum?” He moans out, and you think you nod “that’s it baby, take it, sloppy hole made for my cock.” he says through gritted teeth, his own thighs shaking when he cums into you, pretty neck exposed when his head falls back, strong chest panting heavily.

He stays like that for a minute, chucking softly when he takes his fingers away from your clit and you flinch.

You blink up at him with tired eyes, wiping weakly at whatever fluid is drying on your cheeks and his chest inflates when you reach for him. He slides his hand behind your head, opening the collar and pulling the leather off your throat, thumbing sweetly over the mark it left behind before leaning down and kissing the angry skin, up the column of your throat and finally landing his mouth on yours.

He lets you kiss him for as long as you need, warm tongue toying gently with yours and you aren’t sure if the kiss is moving you closer or further from consciousness. He rubs his nose sweetly over yours when you let him pull away, lips pulling into a gentle smile when you sigh happily at his touch.

“God, I fucking love you.” he murmurs and you smile, wrapping your arms around his back to nuzzle into his neck.

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authors note

my first jeno fic :) bc he really did something to me during the new dream cb and i needed to put it somewhere

#jeno #jeno smut #jeno fanfiction #nct #nct smut #nct fanfiction #nct dream smut #nct dream fanfiction #lee jeno #nct dream

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kitsune-oji · 1 year

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Okok but married life with Diavolo (Regardless of the race of mc human, demon angel). Like like helping Dia with his work, attending, meetings with him (maybe even helping him to take care of the Devildom). Be affectionate with him at any time possible (pda?). To be his cute spouse and future ruler beside him.

Thank you for listening to my request

Married to Diavolo

I love this sm, thank you /g

Diavolo x Gn! Mc (you/yours)

How would life look like if you were Diavolo's spouse?

You are now considered his consort crown prince/ss and thus are only need to how to him and his father, the king. Though actually, you don't even need to bow to him and his father is asleep so you're basically top of the chain

Diavolo offers you to come with him to the meetings he has with Devildom nobility and the first few times you mostly observe but slowly, you feel confident enough to give your own opinion on the topics being discussed. Talking to your husband about the things you didn't say at first definitely helped

He values your insight a lot and your perspective is fresh and innovative compared to what those old demons think of. In time, they learn to value you as well

If you're not interested in joining him however, you're still free to walk into the meeting to give Diavolo a treat and a kiss. You know, if you're confident enough

In general, Diavolo may be a bit reserved but he finds pride in having you show him affection in public. As long as the moment isn't bad, he's happy to receive - and reciprocate - any affection you may want to put on him

There's no doubt that you two end up on the front page of the Devildom newspaper a bunch of times. You're a hot topic! People love to hear even the most trivial things, like how you two went on a date at ristaurante six, featuring a picture of you two holding hands as you walk down the street together

Of course, if it gets too much, Diavolo (and Barbatos) has no trouble shutting it down. They have no right to make you uncomfortable

Diavolo wants to spend so much time with you, every day but he still has work to do, as Barbatos likes to "remind" him

Surprisingly enough, he actually does his work more efficiently than before. After all, now he's got a good incentive to get done as quickly as possible. If he were to try and skip out on it, he knows he would have both Barbatos and you on his case about it

Domestic life with Diavolo is pretty simple. You don't have to do the cleaning or the cooking unless you want to... Though if you want to make something for him, then he will smother you in gratitude

"Look! My love made this, for me! They spent their time and effort on something just to give it to me as a gift, aren't they wonderful?"

Yes, he's whipped and not afraid to show it

While he encourages you to handle problems on your own, if you ask him to help you, Diavolo will be right there by your side and take care of whatever is bothering you

It's no secret that in a way, you're more powerful than even Diavolo himself. Since he is much more protective of you than himself and always wants to make you happy. Though that isn't to say he would forsake his duties as (acting) king for you. In the end, his kingdom and his people burden him with a responsibility he is all too aware of

#mine #obey me shall we date #om! swd #obey me headcanons #Headcanons #Hcs #Hc #Obey me diavolo #gender neutral reader #Gn mc #race neutral mc

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misc-obeyme · 7 months

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I just went back and saw that Simeon is already being used so uhhhh Asmo! Sparkle, Asmo, fluff! Thank youuu.

Hello there!

I wouldn't have minded writing another piece for Simeon lol. I don't mind writing for the same characters multiple times. In fact, it's kind of a thing where I end up getting multiple requests for Solomon any time I do an event. However, I do enjoy writing for everybody and I have only had one other Asmo request so far! So I went ahead and did the prompt for him and it was a fun time because I definitely don't get to write for Asmo as much in general!

Thank you for participating!

COZY COMFORTS EVENT

GN!MC x Asmodeus with prompt sparkle

Warnings: none!

There is something endlessly captivating about the way Asmodeus can command a room. His presence is undeniable, as though it's only natural for all eyes to be on him. You see how he meshes so easily with every person he meets, being everything for everyone while always being intrinsically himself. He moves through your heart with a simple glance, the orange pink eyes lighting up at the sight of you. He responds to your presence the way everyone else responds to him - like the sun has finally risen here in the darkness of the Devildom.

It happens at a party - the type of place that you know Asmo feels most at home. He's surrounded by beautiful demons, his lilting voice and tinkling laugh rolling through the air toward you. You think he hasn't seen you yet, but you're content to watch him in his element. He shines so brightly, you're dazzled.

You linger at the edges of the crowd, keeping him in your sights, but moving around everyone. You like to watch him enchant everyone.

Inevitably, it surprises you when he walks through them all straight to you. The minute he's on the move, they part for him and watch as he takes your hand.

His smile is brilliant, his eyes shining.

"Come on, MC," he says, his voice low and quiet so that only you can hear him. "I have something for you."

He leads you out onto a balcony, away from the prying eyes of all the other party goers. They go back to their own conversations, the low hush of their words filtering outside from within, mingled with the distant sound of the party's music.

Asmo's arms are around you before you realize what's happening. You melt, leaning against him and taking him in. You feel his warmth and breathe in his scent - something light and floral with a hint of brightness to it.

"Why do you always hide in the back of parties, MC?" Asmo asks.

You open your eyes and pull back just a little to look at him. "I don't."

Asmo smiles at you indulgently. "Yes, you do. You think I don't notice? I'm always paying attention to you. You hide when you know perfectly well that all I want you to do is come straight to my side."

You squirm a little in his arms, but he soothes you by running his fingers down your cheek softly. "You're so beautiful," you say, not meeting his eyes. "And I'm just not. I don't want to dull your shine."

Asmo sighs a little, extracting himself from you enough to take something out of his bag. The moonlight catches on it, a glint of something filling your vision.

It's a necklace. The bright silver chain is thin and delicate. It holds a single round gem as a pendant and the color of it is unlike anything you've ever seen. It has a subtle pink and a gentle orange and it reminds you of Asmo's eyes.

He puts it around your neck, clasping it with ease.

"I wanted to give you something that would remind you of your own sparkle, MC," Asmo says as he puts his arms back around you, pulling you close to his body. "Your soul is so stunning, it makes my heart throb every time I see you. I know you don't see it yourself. But maybe if you wear this, you'll remember what I see when I look at you."

You're at a loss for words. This radiant demon in your arms is telling you that he sees you the way you see him - bright, shining, sparkling.

You don't need to say anything, though. Asmo can see it in your eyes. A soft giggle escapes him before he's covering you in kisses and it's like the sun has finally risen here in the darkness of the Devildom.

cozy comforts | masterlist | Thank you for reading!

#obey me #obey me nightbringer #obey me shall we date #omswd #omnb #obey me fluff #obey me x reader #obey me asmodeus #om asmodeus #om asmo #obey me asmo #obey me asmodeus x reader #om asmodeus x reader #om asmo x reader #obey me asmo x reader #obey me fanfic #obey me x mc #misc cozy comforts #misc writes

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plnkdemon · 2 years

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mammon never takes when it comes to you. it’s always the other way around, much to the surprise of his brothers.

mammon x gn!mc (jus a lil drabble)

cw/tw: suggestive content below the cut (18+, MDNI)

his heart constricts almost painfully with how much joy fills him when you admire his new ring. he damn near goes into cardiac arrest when you steal it to slip it onto your own finger and hold your hand up to see how it glitters and gleams under the overhead lights.

despite what others may think, mammon isn’t selfish when it comes to you — only when it comes to you — because he feels so much more satisfied seeing his human so greedy for all the special and shiny things in his loot. nowadays, he’s much more excited to get goldie back because it means getting to run to you and sweep you off to the streets to go window shopping, and when your eye catches on the new Devogue coat, he gets to flash the pretty card. he wants to fuel your greed, see you showered in all of the most ridiculously priced luxury fashion and only the brightest, flashiest jewels known to demonkind.

now, when lucifer receives that dreaded bill in the mail that used to be pages and pages of mammon’s splurges, it’s much shorter (although still unrealistic). you reign him in significantly, able to reason with your demon that you don’t need ten puyairs of sneakers and yes, you love the color but if you don’t get to wear them, then there’s no good in buying them.

mammon definitely gets pouty when you manage to tug him out of a store without any bags or a receipt as long as he is tall. it’s easy enough to fix if you just swipe his sunglasses to wear them for yourself before leaning in close to tell him there’s other things he has to offer that interest you more right now.

all of that isn’t to say that he doesn’t still obsess over money and riches, he absolutely does. and he’s physically incapable of stopping the cooing and chirping that escapes from his throat whenever you present him with a prettily wrapped gift hiding the fancy watch he’s been wanting all month. but it makes him just as pleased as settling into your bed at night and seeing the shelves lined with all the shiny and glittery trinkets, rocks, bottles, do-dads, and so on that you proudly display, each and every one a gift from him or his crows. he contently combs through your hair, massages any facial oils that asmo introduced to your nightly routine, and then ensures that you’re properly tucked into bed, meticulously taking care of you until you’re asleep.

mammon loves to give, but more than that, he loves for you to take. when you tell him to sit down and be a good boy for you until you’re satiated is plenty to get him riled up, rearing with excitement. when you have him spread out across his expensive duvet so that his entire being is yours for the taking, he feels higher than the celestial realm. when you finally, finally, finally take your place on top of him, stubbornly forcing him into the impossibly tight and warm spot that you need to feel him, he worries he might genuinely pass away and not get to experience what comes next.

what comes next, that’s his favorite. he gets to watch you with hearts in his half-lidded eyes as you use his body to please yourself. sometimes, even ordering him to do the work, to make you scream, but he’s known to get carried away when it comes to you. he gets to grope and bite all the doughy, soft parts of you to hear your sweet noises, affirmations that you want him. he flourishes underneath you when you fall apart again and again, all because it means that you’re greedy for him.

all these years, he’d never considered what it might feel like for someone to be greedy and selfish all for him. he never imagined what it would be like to be the treasure sought after and possessively held onto rather than the person seeking said treasure. when you reach around his neck to clasp the pretty little chain that advertises how he is your property, mammon is little more than mush in your hands, only imagining you pulling his face closer with the necklace or your hands expertly squeezing his throat and pressing the cool gold into his skin at the same time. he feels priceless, like the crown jewels or the mona lisa or… he can’t even think right now. his sweet human makes him feel loved in a way he can understand, greed and protectiveness, from the way you immediately seek him out in a crowd to how you’re willing to fight to protect what’s yours (him).

he feels irreplaceable for the first time in his life because you’re just as careful and particular when you’re washing the shampoo from his hair, touching up his nail polish, and walking him home from his modeling gigs. when he gets anxious and overwhelmed or insecure and guarded, you use only the softest of touches to coax him into letting you back in. there’s a special smile and voice that you reserve for mammon and no one else, because no matter how many times you need to save him from drowning in his negative thoughts, you will always make sure he knows how very precious he is to you and how loved and safe he makes you feel.

#forfeit all mortal possessions to mammon #mammon #obey me mammon #obey me shall we date #mammon x gender neutral reader #mammon x mc #mammon x reader #i love this little goblin man #wanna put him in my pocket uwu #MDNI #suggestive content

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vipersiia · 2 years

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XYX HEADCANONS

i have recently joined the bloomic discord and talked abt xyx, with,,, so many people and here r my headcanons, there are,,, a Lot of them and they are so so so fluffy i promise

OKAY SO FIRST OF ALL - he has such a thing for petnames, and will Melt if u reciprocate

absolute pro at not being able to take what he can dish out, dont fret though, he absolutely builds a tolerance

ironically uses terrible pet-names in public, if you use some on him he Will make it a competition and he Will win ("snookums here wants a refund on this." "yes sorry, mcdreamy here said it didn't look good on me" "oh schmoopy , how you wound me i did not sa that")

xyx is such a people-pleaser, so he Knows what you like and what you don't, he'll keep an eye on your expressions subtly ("hey babe why is there so much snack you really like in our pantry?" "it was on sale!")

he will Spoil you, he's not the type to spend a lot of money on himself but on You?? oh you better watch out

still careful with his money but if you're eyeing that bag, or pair of shoes, or poster, he will buy it for you.

even if you off-handedly comment wanting something, expect it in your arms Soon ("i saw this really cool poster at the mall today?" "oh really? what did it look like doll?" "it was like, of my favourite character holding their love interest" "oh thats very cool" schemes)

will absolutely do the evil villain chair in dark thing with Cat if you come home late ("i've been,, expecting you" "babe its 1 am what are you doing up?")

he knows your favourite drink, exactly how you like it, and it tastes perfect everytime. YOU NEVER TOLD HIM EITHER, he just had you try a buncha things and watched your reactions ("hey love, im trying out a new recipe, wanna try?" "of course!")

dont think about it but seeing him playing with cat, watching the muscles in his arm flex??? him Noticing you noticing and flexing a lil harder, before going all out, Cat meowing indignantly over his bicep???

stop thinking about xyx coming home from work, seeing you and Cat cuddling on the couch?? being so in love that he scored someone as amazing as you?? he is just, so so so, in love with you at the moment?? that he just, comes over, picking u both up and twirlin you around. Cat immediately, outraged bats him the face but he doesn't notice because you're giggling so hard rn

if he's meeting your parents??? ohhh be prepared, he is such a smooth talker and hes Proud. He comes in, nicest most neutral cologne, nice powersuit, a subtle chain necklace with your initial???

he is All smooth talk, keepin an eye out for any cues of like or dislike on topics, always complimenting whoever cooked

when getting to the Interrogation? oh he's Ready ("so what do you do for a living" "oh well i work as a lawyer, it makes me elated to be able to provide for mc like i can" "nice, nice" *visibly impressed*)

the car ride home after??? oh he is Menace, he is all grins, puffin out his chest like a bird ("doll they loOoooveee me" "did you see that? arent you proud love?") you're gonna have to keep saying yes but its okayyy because you're both sickeningly in love with eachother

him being hella cheesy, tellin u one day ("hey doll, i bet i can hold the entire universe in my hands" "what??") and immediately cupping your face??? pulling you into a soft kiss??

you keeping that in ur mind,,, ready to strike back?? sitting on the couch with him laying between them, cheek pressed into your thigh as you both play with Cat? when Cat leaves, leaning down and cupping his face in your hands??? ("you are so gorgeous babe") and he goes Red (mc - 1 / xyx - 4million), his breath Stops.

leaning down to kiss him??? catching him even more off-guard?? absolute knock-out. he tries so hard to play it off ("ill never be as gorgeous as you doll") but being sooo off his game? so caught off guard??

a sunshower happening, cue you, dancing in the rain like a madman??? him coming over and seeing you?? glad u cant see him because he is Positive he looks so sappy rn. eventually meeting his eye?? running up to him and grabbing him by the hand?? leading him into the rain?? he immediately takes over the dance, spinnin and twirlin you around.

pulling you into his arms?? arms resting on your hips as you grab him by the face?? pulling him into a kiss???? laughter breaking out between you two, as he peppers your face in kisses??

doing research on filipino wedding customs, finding out that you traditionally ask the parents for their blessing

ASKING XYX'S PARENTS FOR THEIR BLESSING?? going over to their house for a dinner plan, getting him distracted and asking his parents for their blessing??? planning the wedding with them??? burning the unity candle?? the rice toss?? the money dance???

at the altar, can't even get though the first line of his vows before he cries ( "and i, xyx tak-" *literally sobbing*)

DOING HARANA FOR HIM??? getting all the members of the bloomic server to participate, as you sing his praises? good at singing or not he is so choked up in giggly, hands over face ugly bawling

lighting the unity candle with him is a whole ordeal, neither of you can stay still long enough to keep the flame steady, almost lighting the tablecloth on fire

him holding you as close as you can fit against him?? teary eyed all over again because wow, he cant believe that you really wanted to marry him??

post first dance, as the night wanes, hiding behind the couples table, on the floor, in his arms??? as he feeds u mango sticky rice and vice versa???

sayin sum cheesy shit like ("oops i missed a spot, hold still love") before leaning in for a kiss??? not realizing the photographer AND videograper saw this and got it all in 4k??

the discord prompts that inspired me, thank u i luv u all(real)

#viper.txts #blooming panic #bloomic #xyx #blooming panic xyx #xyx bp #xyx x reader #headcanons

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softagenda · 1 year

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until my bones crack and become dust (vere)

vere x reader(f)

canon divergence - new meeting, mates, senobium captured mc

originally posted on ao3

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“Begin the experiment. Present the mate candidate.”

“Specimen 394. Recent traveler to Eridia. Arrived two days ago, requested assistance from the curse breaker division.”

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“Come, Vere.”

Hilda unhooked the back of his collar with a quick twist of wrist. With a languid stretch, Vere straightened from his lean against the wall and brushed the back of his clothes. The pressure of the seal eased on his body, allowing just enough slack on the chains to breathe a little easier. He followed after her, already bored at the prospect of another hunt. “Lowtown today?”

“In the afternoon, perhaps. It’s the first Thursday.”

It took a moment for him to remember the significance of that. “Oh, right. That.” Vere yawned as she led the way down three more hallways, then a locked door in the heart of the tower. Once inside, they descended a hundred steps before arriving at the cold dungeon.

He squinted in the painfully bright lights and clinical white walls, his tail tucked and still against his back. Never liked the place. He’d spent several decades there before as the mages experimented and dissected various parts of his body. Nowadays, after those fruitless years, they only ever brought him down to monitor his health and the seal’s impact on his organs.

And the first Thursday of each month.

Hilda nodded at several mages as they passed, before pausing at a door in the middle of the hall. She drew a six pointed star across the front, her finger tracing a prismatic glow, then opened the door. “I’ll be back in an hour. Don’t cause trouble.”

Vere rolled his eyes and sauntered inside.

The room was small, lined wall to floor in simple stone, and devoid of all furniture except a single chair in the middle of the room. The wall on the right looked into a second examination room through a sheet of warded glass. On the other side stood a single, steel table with iron cuffs at the side and foot.

A mage entered after him and stood by the window, facing him, her clipboard balanced on her hip and taking notes with a quill.

“Would it kill you to put a decent chair in here? A footstool, at least.” With a huff, Vere sat in the wooden chair and crossed his legs. His chin propped on his knuckles, he settled in for the brief show and the nap that would undoubtedly interrupt it.

Within minutes, the door in the other room opened and three people shuffled in.

Two Senobium mages in pristine white uniforms dragged a prisoner onto the steel table. The woman swayed, her knees buckling, unable to stand. Drugged. Still, she resisted more than most of them did, her hands - bandaged, oddly enough - swiping sluggishly at their faces before they’d snapped them in the cuffs.

Her hair spilled over the table’s surface, shining beneath the offensively bright mage lights. The prisoner twisted in the bonds, her eyes swiveling around the room, hazy and confused. She had a pretty face beneath the gag in her mouth: thick lashes, full lips, soft skin. The thin, prisoner’s gown left little to the imagination, her soft curves and lithe muscle bunching as she writhed.

He felt the barest twinge of pity for her, knowing what was to come and the pointless cruelty of it.

Vere watched, his face a mask of indifference beneath the mage’s scrutiny. He met her gaze before glancing behind him with a scowl. “Must we continue this?”

“Yes.”

“The outcome will not change. Hasn’t the hypocrisy made a dent in that sanctimonious superiority yet?”

Her face turned stony. She ignored his question, her hawkish gaze on his face.

“You could at least provide refreshments for this. How am I meant to enjoy the show without wine or fruits?” Vere purred, shifting his finger to hold his temple. He withheld a smirk at her pinched expression.

“Begin the experiment. Present the mate candidate.”

“Specimen 394. Recent traveler to Eridia. Arrived two days ago, requested assistance from the curse breaker division.”

That peaked his interest. Vere looked back, his eyes narrowing on the woman before settling on the bandages. Hmm. His senses were somewhat muffled by the stone and glass separating them, but he took a long, quiet breath, scenting the air.

Leather and dust. A dash of something metallic, steel or blood, he couldn’t distinguish. A sharp, smokey smell - the scent left by a lightning strike. Inhuman. Ancient magic . And something… sweet.

Flowery and ripe, tangy. A fresh peach.

His hindbrain awoke in a sudden, disorientating flash of clarity.

Vere blinked, his body held perfectly still. His heart, normally responsive only to the prospect of a good hunt and a fresh meal, picked up in his chest. This human’s smell. There was something - different about it.

He huffed and forced his body to relax, his tail wrapping around the back of the chair. A yawn earned him a flat look from his guard, even as his mind shuffled through rapid fire explanations and suspicions.

Vere took another long, deep breath. His senses latched on to that fruity after taste, saliva pooling in his mouth. Was it the magic, or the evident suffering that had deeply scarred the woman’s soul? Both could affect the taste of the flesh and spirit, but he’d never encountered one so… sweet.

In the other room, one mage withdrew a knife from his coat pocket.

She sensed it immediately, her eyes narrowing on the blade. Her hands balled into fists, pushing against the steel cuffs to no avail. Cursed . He looked over the bandages, wishing he could smell her better. That would tell him exactly where the odor of ancient magic exuded from. In the cramped space, the odors and scents of all three people grew trapped, fogging up the air.

Still, having been kidnapped off the street and tossed in that frock, it was unlikely they’d keep the bandages on her if they weren’t necessary in some capacity.

“Initiating round one: minor lacerations.”

Her eyes sharpened on him, the knife, and then the ceiling. She seemed to brace herself, her jaw clenching.

His fox stirred inside, roused by the scent of her fear.

Her body flinched at the first practiced cut to her bicep. Metallic and cloying, blood perfumed into the air.

Vere let his right hand fall to the side of the arm’s chair, his claws biting into the wood, posed carefully out of sight from the mage. An irrational irritation welled up inside him - rather than entice him, the scent of her blood and fear threatened to raise his hackles.

What the fuck was happening to him?

The mage cut another line, then another three, until five neat rows of trickling blood dripped down her arm. The scent of blood was now thick in the air, melding with her fear and pain and resignation. He could even smell the odor drifting off of the mages inside as one grew aroused at the sight of her flinching, her body’s muted writhing, her bruised lip as she bit down on the gag to keep any noise from escaping.

Fur brushed against the back of his arms and waist as his tail swished in agitation. As though every cut represented an insult to him, his irritation had quickly bottlenecked into a fury he had never felt before - certainly not for a stranger.

It was growing increasingly difficult to pretend he was not affected by the scene, and the realization stunned and horrified him.

The fuck did he care if they tortured this woman - one of nearly four hundred score, brought in once a month to be cut and violated in a useless attempt to get a rise out of him?

It had never worked. At first he had enjoyed the sessions, feeding off the grief and suffering like a mid-morning snack. Somewhere before one hundred, he’d grown bored with the affair.

He’d never felt like this. Not even close.

The mage was making notes on her clipboard, her head tilted curiously.

“Initiating round two: physical touch.”

A distant rush of sound echoed through his ears. Vere gripped the side of the chair, his claws cutting through the wood like butter, as the mage stinking of arousal set the knife on the table and hovered a hand over the prisoner.

“Due to level 5 contamination in the hands and forearms, this stage will begin with upper torso.”

Definitely cursed, and a nasty one at that.

He wanted to ponder that longer, perhaps even fantasize over what this curse might do to the disgusting pigs pawing at her, but found his focus unwaveringly poised on that bloody hand.

With leering eyes, the mage peeled back the top of her gown. Faint scars crawled over her chest and shoulders - white and smoothed with age. He lowered his bare hand onto her bare shoulder and held there, even as his eyes dropped to the curve of her breasts.

If looks could kill, the searing hatred in her glare would have killed him on contact.

Vere’s fangs pushed at the edge of his gums. He could see his eyes burning in the reflection of the glass, bright pink and violent, fixed on that hand.

He wanted to bite , to tear . He longed to drag that man across the rough road and sharp dregs of the wastes until his screams dissolved into misshapen sobs, his face little more than a smear of blood and flesh. Then he would cut into the skin of that hand and peel it like fruit until every inch that had dared touch her could be burned.

His corpse would make a fine toy for Ais’ soulless.

The mage dragged his hand across her chest, fingertips brushing the edge of her collar bones, before wrapping around her throat loosely.

She was shaking - with rage, fear, deep shame, he wasn’t sure. Fresh blood hit the air, seeping from her balled fists. Her nails must have bitten into her own flesh.

Vere’s eye twitched.

He was more fox than man, his fury rippling through his body, a song of violence that echoed deep into his bones. Thoughts had left him. His attempts to unravel the completely foreign reaction he was experiencing subsumed beneath a clamor of urges, instincts. Get your filthy hands off her. How dare you touch what does not belong to you . That woman is beyond you. She’s - mine.

Vere froze. The word reverberated within him, bizarre, outlandish, and yet - right. So right the growl held back within his chest began to rumble through him.

Mine . Mine mine mine .

The haze of possessive, righteous fury clouded his mind, his senses.

Unbeknownst to the fool beyond the window, the mage moved to the next location - his hand dragging down her chest, pushing the thin gown aside to grab her breast.

Her eyes clenched tight, her disgust visceral on her face.

Vere saw red.

The hand severed from the wrist in a spray of blood.

Three seconds passed.

In the first, the shadows of the room clawed at the mages with vicious abandon.

In the second, Vere had locked his hands at his observer’s jaw and nape, twisting with enough brute force to twist her head all the way around.

In the third, bodies dropped to the floor - two in a spray of blood, one a doll with her strings cut.

His heart hammered in his chest. He panted under the pressure of the chains, his beast writhing against the collar and seal imprisoning his true self. Sweat covered his body, his tail twitching with rage.

Vere turned and punctured the glass with his claws. His fist slammed into them, destroying the seal with brute force until cracks spread across the surface in a spidery web before the window shattered. He jumped through, shards of glass fracturing beneath his boot.

Wide-eyed, her fear thick in the air, the woman looked up at him.

He lurched over her and scented her thoroughly, his face pressed to the crook of her neck. That sweet, tangy scent stole his senses until he had swiped his tongue over her skin, nipped at the flesh. A small sound echoed from her throat, causing naked want to pool thick and insistent in his belly.

In a dazed moment of complete insanity, he pictured himself taking her on the examination table, biting into her neck and holding her to the slab of steel as he plunged himself into her wet heat and rutted until his lust and fire had been sated.

Then a siren erupted outside the room. They had moments before mages would be flooding down the hall, with weapons blessed with holy water, the Abbess ready and waiting to take hold of his chains once more.

His sense returned, and he cut the manacles holding her instead. The tip of his claws accidentally nicked the bandages as well, the length falling limp to the table and revealing skin like a summer storm, threaded through with gold veins.

She immediately grabbed for him, to pull him off, to attack - her hands clasped the iron chain draping over his back. The metal burned white hot and hummed at the touch and then -

Vere gasped.

The seal weakened.

The cloistering seal that had pinned him in for so long, trapped him within the confines of these chains and this body, only to be released at the bidding of the wretched Senobium - and only then at a fraction of his power, neutered, tamed.

Her hand had dropped the chain in shock.

Vere snatched her arm up and held her against the collar, pressing her skin to the seal, manic with impending euphoria.

“Yes. Yes ,” he hissed as her flesh continued to siphon off the power of the seal.

She stared into his glowing, monstrous eyes, her total confusion and shock obvious, until her hand curled around the collar. Her grip tightened as she focused intently on the leather - and the seal began to weaken at an even faster pace.

She was deliberately eroding the seal. Helping him.

Vere pushed with all his might against the remaining magic binding him to his current form, straining and snarling, his body morphing, bones breaking and shifting, fur pushing from his skin -

The collar snapped, and he was free .

A booming, high cackle filled his ears, and it took a moment for him to realize it was Vere himself. His true form consumed what little space existed in the room. The ceiling bowed above him. The door had been blasted off its hinges and shattered into the hall outside.

He felt a flurry of movement below him and craned his snout down to peer at her.

The woman gazed up at him in horrified awe. Now, he scented her and shuddered under the full brunt of that scent. Sweet, tangy, ripe and mouthwatering. He wanted to roll in it. To climb between her legs and drink straight from the source.

His mate.

Nearly four hundred attempts by the damned Senobium to locate her, to find this one being who they believed could be used against him, to bend him to their will in ways they had not succeeded in millenia - and in the span of minutes she had freed him entirely from their control. The enormity of this discovery was something to consider later, but for now -

Vere wanted to laugh. He wanted to swallow her whole.

Mostly, he wanted to get as far away from the tower as possible and as fast as he could run.

He opened his mouth and curled his tongue around her, dragging her into his maw. She screamed and fought him, those perfect little hands scratching at his palate. When ten minutes had passed of him barreled his way out of the tower, crushing mages beneath his paws, she seemed to realize he wasn’t going to eat her (yet) and sat just behind his teeth to watch.

Soon he was sprinting over the wastes, the wind in his fur, power singing through every vein of his body.

Vere had a thousand ideas for what to do with his new found freedom, but he supposed the first would be this: laying claim to his mate and ensuring she was bound to his side, forever.

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blueraineshadows · 1 year

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A Very Sebby Christmas 🎄 💚

Okay, so it's not Christmas, but this was a request from the lovely @pugsnotdrugs92 I hope this is what you were after. Plenty of fluff 💓 and a splash of spice 🌶 with Sebastian x F!MC

Sebastian snapped the locks shut on his suitcase and took a deep breath. He could hardly believe he was about to board the Hogwarts Express with MC and travel to London for Christmas. His heart beat a little faster at the thought. Christmas in the big city, Christmas with MC and her family.

"All ready to leave?" Ominis asked. He was packed and ready to go home for the holidays, his face grim at the thought. "Are you still alright about making the trip? There has been a fair amount of sighing going on."

Sebastian thought for a moment, his eyes moving to the portrait miniture of MC on his nightstand. "What if her family don't like me?"

"Come now, my friend," Ominis said. He moved to place a hand on Sebastian's shoulder. "I am quite sure everything will be just wonderful. MC is a delightful young woman, why should her family not be equally as amiable."

"Perhaps your right."

"Of course I am," Ominis said. "Failing your obvious charm, you could always hex them if they turn out to be rather monstrous I suppose."

Sebastian stared at his friend. "Ominis!"

Ominis chuckled and moved back towards his own suitcase. "Come on, we have a train to catch."

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Platform 9 3/4 was bustling with parents and students, luggage wagons were rolling, and the excited chatter was a dull roar in their ears as Sebastian and MC stepped from the train. MC was up on her tiptoes trying to spot her parents through the crowds, she glanced behind and grabbed Sebastian's arm. "Come on," she urged.

Sebastian couldn't help but smile at the excitement dancing in her eyes and allowed himself to be tugged through the throng. MC gave an excited cry and headed for a well dressed couple. The gentleman wore a fine suit and hat, a pocket watch chain in finest gold glinting under the gas lights. Sebastian was rather impressed by his moustache and imagined growing one himself one day.

The lady wore a dress in fine blue silk, delicate jewellery gracing her ears and throat. She was a beauty, her smile bright and lovely when she spotted MC hurrying towards then.

"Mother, we're here!" MC had never cared much for strict propriety despite the etiquette training she had received and had no qualms about giving her parents fierce hugs. "Merlin, how I have missed you!"

Sebastian stood back a little, watching the warm family reunion and tried to swallow down the lump in his throat. He wondered where Anne was spending her Christmas and then forced the thought aside. She had sent an owl. She was safe. That was the main thing.

Then MC was taking his arm and pulling him forward. "Mother, Father, please, I would love to finally introduce you to Sebastian Sallow."

MC's father immediately held out his hand. "A pleasure to meet you, young man. We have heard a great deal about you in MC's owls."

Sebastian eyed the hand offered and took it, shaking with a firm grip. "Its a pleasure, Sir, and thank you for the kind invitation to your home."

MC's father nodded and then her mother was taking his hand in both of hers. "You are most welcome, my dear," she said warmly. "It is so lovely to finally meet the young man that MC speaks so highly of, and she was right, you are as handsome as she promised."

Sebastian felt his cheeks warm and he smiled. "You are too kind Mrs MCsLN."

"Yes, well, shall we head for the carriage?"

At her father's words, MC nodded and they went to collect their luggage.

.....*.....

MC's home was a large city house in Chelsea, Sebastian tried not to gawp at the finery surrounding them, and managed to hold a rather pleasant conversation with MC's mother about Herbology. He found she had rather a sharp mind and found himself warming to her immediately. He could see so much of MC in her.

At dinner, her father mentioned some magic theory he had come across in archives at the Ministry where he had an office. Sebastian's eyes lit up and mentioned what he knew of it. Her Father was most impressed and they launched into a rather long conversation, discussing books they had both read.

"Shall we leave the men to it, my dear?" Her mother whispered. "They look like they will be wagging their chins for a while yet."

MC nodded and moved to put her hand on Sebastian's shoulder. He looked up at her, eyes devouring the way her hair was piled up so sophisticated on her head, the delicate gown she wore and his heart swelled. How was she his? "I'm just going to spend some time with Mother," she said. "I will come to say goodnight before I retire."

"Of course," he said. His gaze moved to her mother, who looked equally as lovely. "Thank you so much for dinner. It was delicious. And as for the company, well, what can I say? I feel like the luckiest man in London right now."

MC's father raised an eyebrow at the lovely blush that spread across his wife's cheeks. "Oh, Sebastian, you are welcome any time. Especially if you continue with sweet words such as those!"

MC and her mother moved to the sitting room where a cheerful fire burned in the hearth. MC moved to the Christmas tree and admired a glittering bauble.

"What a lovely young man you have secured for yourself, MC," Mother said. "I can see why he makes you so happy. After a year I am surprised he hasn't offered you a ring."

MC blushed. "I may have known him for that time, but we have only officially been courting for a few months. We were friends first, and then it became something more."

"Oh! But you spoke of him so warmly, and it was apparent that you spent a lot of time together. I assumed too much it seems."

"Perhaps my feelings for him were there the whole time and I just didn't see it," MC said. "Sebastian is devoted to his sister and she was quite poorly, he dedicated a lot of time to her care and well being. She has since improved and moved on with her life, so now he has more time for things such as courting."

Her mother gave a little sigh, her hand to her chest. "He sounds more wonderful by the moment. And you are truly happy?"

MC hurried to her side, dropping to her knees and taking her mothers hands in her own. "Fiercely happy Mother, like you wouldn't believe," she said. "He makes my heart sing and the merest touch of his hand makes me feel like the only girl in the world."

Tears welled in her mother's eyes. "I felt the same with your father, and I still do." She cupped MC's face with her hand. "My baby girl is all grown up and in love. I approve sweetheart. Your father may not say so, but he approves too. He would not sit and hold such a long conversation with a man who did not entice his mind, as your Sebastian clearly does. You have our blessing."

.....*.....

Christmas Eve. The family had shared a lovely dinner with some friends, Ministry people who were equally impressed with Sebastian's bright, young mind. One of them could play piano, and after the fire whiskey had been brought out, Sebastian led MC's mother in a dance, his heart thudding with nerves the whole time. When he danced with MC, he had dared to hold her close, their eyes only for each other's. If they had been able to tear their gazes away to look, they would have seen the sentimental glance shared between her parents. It was obvious. The youngsters were very much in love.

The hour was late and Sebastian lay awake listening to the house settling. His heart was as full as it could be, MC's family were welcoming and warm, he felt wanted here. There was an ache deep inside for Anne, and for his lost parents. He knew they would have loved MC for her wit, her cleverness and her fierce loyalty. He missed them terribly, but he didn't feel alone.

The creak of his door made him turn and a figure slipped into his room, closing the door with a quiet click. MC tiptoed to the bed in her long nightdress, her hair unbound and trailing over her shoulders. He felt flame and want gather. He knew he would always want her, it was like there was an invisible cord between them, linking them in ways only they would know how.

"Sebastian, quick, look," she whispered. She tugged at his arm. He smiled in confusion and allowed her to pull him from the warmth of his bed. They went to the window. "Its snowing."

They stood for a moment watching as the flurries fell, coating the street in a blanket of white. It was nature's own brand of magic, snow. It seemed to bring with it a peacefulness and Sebastian thought he could relate. He slipped his arm around MC's waist and held her close, her soft curves a comfort and a stoker of growing flames. "I love you," he whispered. "I hope you know that."

She smiled. She knew, of course she did, but oh how she loved to tease him. She toyed with a button on his sleep shirt. "Maybe you need to prove it," she said cheekily.

"You are not trying to seduce me under your Father's roof now, are you?"

She pressed her mouth to his neck, sucking gently. He allowed himself a sigh, not risking a moan at her kiss. "Is it working?"

"Absolutely not," he said. He focused on the snow drifting against the window, but her lips were so soft, so wet...

A strangled gasp left his mouth as her hand cupped his growing arousal. Her fingers smoothing up towards the tip. "Hmm, this little chap tells me otherwise," she sighed.

"You are a naughty girl," he whispered, his mouth seeking hers. He kissed her thoroughly, tongue sweeping hungrily.

"You love it," she said between kisses.

He risked a low groan, hands rucking up her nightdress to cup her delicious behind, backing her up to the bed. She fell back onto it, her hips barely on the edge as he slid two fingers into her, her folds slick and ready for him. She arched, moaning softly. "Yes, Seb, yes."

He silenced her moans with kisses, his fingers seeking out what pleased her most, swirling and teasing before fucking her as deep as his fingers would allow once more. She was soaked, his fingers sliding effortlessly and his cock strained against his pyjama bottoms. He was going to lose it.

Fumbling to free himself, he pushed her thighs wide and buried himself inside her, both of them biting back their moans of pleasure. He began to thrust and then paused at the squeal of protest from the bed springs. His heart was thudding and his balls felt like they were going to explode, but the bed was going to give them away.

He glanced around the bedroom, reluctantly pulling out from her. "What is it?" She asked, sitting up.

He pulled out the chair at the desk and turned it, placing it in the centre of the floor. "In order not to be detected, we need to be a bit inventive."

"Why not cast a silencing charm?" She asked with a frown. He grabbed her hand and led her to the chair, taking a seat. He patted his lap. "Because, where would the fun be in that?"

She grinned as he tugged his bottoms down further and pulled his slick cock free, all ready for her. His hand on her hips, she straddled him, gripping his shoulders as she slid deliciously onto his cock. She immediately did a testing roll of her hips and he groaned. "Oh, fuck that's good."

"I thought we were being quiet," she said, smothering a giggle.

He smirked and pulled up her nightdress, tugging it over head. "Let's get rid of this so I can have a perfect view of these while you fuck me," he said. He cupped her breasts greedily, rolling her nipples under his thumbs. He bent to suck one into his mouth and her head fell back, her hair trailing to his thighs. "Gods, I love these," he mumbled, mouth full.

MC began to roll her hips, finding a rhythm that made his cock rub her in all the right places. His fingers dug into her hips and she panted, her feet balanced on the very tips of her toes. She could feel the pressure building, the fear of being discovered, the slide of his thick cock, the way he was watching her through lidded eyes building the fire within her. She began to bounce on him, eager, desperate, her thighs slapping down against his and then she threw her head back, her release crashing through her. Sebastian gasped, hanging on to her waist with one arm and wrapping the other hand over her mouth as a long moan escaped her lips, low and as sexy as fuck. He shuddered, his cock pulsing and bursting at the sound she had made, filling her with his own release.

They both panted, foreheads pressed together, his fingers tangled into her hair at the nape of her neck. "I love you too," she said. She pressed a soft kiss to his mouth. "Merry Christmas."

.....*.....

The Hogwarts Express wound through the English countryside enroute to Scotland. The hills were still coated in a blanket of white from the snowfall at Christmas that had carried through to the New Year. Sebastian sat near the window, his arm wrapped securely around MC. He thought about the small box in his suitcase, handed to him by MC's father Christmas morning wrapped in bright paper. Inside had been a set of silver cufflinks, the tops shaped as a coiled snake. He had been choked, overwhelmed by such a lovely gift, and had tried to hand it back insisting it was too much. But her father had placed a warm hand over his, making the box stay firmly within Sebastian's grasp. "Nonsense, boy," he had said. "You are family now."

Even now it made his throat want to close up and he held MC a little closer. "Are you glad to be returning to Hogwarts?" She asked.

"Yes, and no," he replied. "I'm not sure if the city is for me, however the trip turned out to be rather a pleasant one."

"So, you enjoyed Christmas?"

He looked down at her and booped his finger playfully on her nose. "The best I've had since I was a small boy."

He realised it was the truth, and it was all because of her. MC's smile was warmer than any Christmas candle. "I'm so glad," she said. "Perhaps we can visit again, summer perhaps?"

"That sounds perfect."

MC snuggled closer against him, thrilled that she had managed to make Christmas special for him. She thought about Christmas Eve when she had snuck into his room, a warm glow spreading through her. A smile tugged her lips at their failed efforts to be quiet. She hadn't told Sebastian about the conversation she'd had with her mother the following day, he would probably be mortified to know that she had overheard them. But MC had a little box of her own in her suitcase containing a few bottles of potion to prevent conceiving a child. She had flushed scarlet at first when her mother had handed them over, but the accompanying words had eased the embarrassment.

"Take these," she had said. "While I am pleased to hear you already have a supply of your own, I want to show you that I support your decisions. You have grown into a wonderful young woman, out there making me so proud with all that you are learning, finding your feet in the world. I was young and in love once, I know how it feels to burn for a man, believe me. All I ask is that you finish your education at Hogwarts, take everything that life has to offer you, and then make the most of every moment with that lovely young man of yours. Spend some time, just the two of you, exploring what life has to offer before you even think about a family of your own. Cherish those moments alone with him, I promise, you won't regret it."

MC had never loved her mother more than in that moment. They had hugged, maybe shed a tear or two, and then they had giggled when her mother had confessed that she could see why MC had been tempted into Sebastian's bed, if she had been a much younger witch, she would have had her head turned herself!

....*....

Suitcase unpacked, robes hung up ready for classes resuming the next morning, Sebastian picked up his miniature portrait of MC and smiled. He was going to marry her one day, he would make damn sure of it.

Ominis came into the room, wand held up, his face brightening when he realised Sebastian was there. "Good Christmas?" He asked.

"Actually, yes," Sebastian replied.

"So, no need for any hexing then?"

"Absolutely not, you were right. MC's family are as perfect as she is."

Ominis nodded and then frowned. "Wish I could say the same for my lot," he sighed. "Unfortunately, there was a need for a hex or two, you know what my brother is like."

Sebastian smirked. "Indeed I do, tell me everything."

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