#but I will also say that Dia is LOSING it in the back of my head

[menagerofmischief]

shrimp cocktail, cold appetizer, lobster, coca-cola, yes dessert, served by oscar piastri

Dia's Diner Menu

shrimp cocktail rivals to lovers cold appetizer rough sex lobster "I love watching my cum leak out of your pussy" coca-cola somnophillia dessert aftercare

Oscar Piastri x Ferrari!driver!reader

TW: one bed trope, unprotected sex (wrap you willy please), sleep dry humping

WC: 2k

A/N: I enjoyed writing this one a lot. Also I wanted to say I'm so thankful to all of you that sent requests and that I can't wait to write all of them but you'll maybe have to be patient with me because I'm a student and am pretty busy with school. I hope y'all are gonna enjoy this one.

Some bigger force, God or karma or fate or whatever else there is, was definitely out to get me. Because this had to be the worst fucking night of my life. I’m not being dramatic when I say that.

Why was this the worst night of my life?

We just made it to Singapore for the upcoming Grand Prix and went straight to our hotel. The whole grid was staying at the same place since it made things more convenient. I go up to the reception to check in and get the key to my room, all but ready to collapse into the mattress and sleep the jet lag off. 

“I’m so sorry Miss,” the receptionist says, tapping her fingers against the keyboard, glancing up at me every few seconds. Finally she looks up, her expression apologetic. “It seems there was a mistake with the booking and we double booked your room.”

I fight off the urge to groan and roll my eyes, instead plastering a smile on my face. “It’s fine, it’s not that big of a deal. Just put me in whatever room is available.”

She makes a face, looking down at the computer again and then returning her gaze to mine. “I really am sorry but there are no other rooms available right now.”

Now I really did groan. “Fantastic. Can I know who the other person occupying the room will be?”

Before the receptionist had the chance to answer, my worst nightmare in human form came up to the desk, standing right next to me. “Hello. I’m here to check in - it’s under Oscar Piastri.”

The woman - I finally glanced at her name tag, seeing her name was Alice - looked between us, then down at the computer before looking at us again. “Sir, as I was just explaining to the lady here, the hotel double booked your room by accident.”

“It’s fine just put me in a -”

“There’s no available rooms.” I cut him off. “Just the one.”

Oscar looked at me, narrowing his eyes. McLaren’s golden boy, affectionately nicknamed ‘the polite cat’ by the fans was the biggest thorn in my side for a long while now. Everything started back in F2 with our on track rivalry which grew with each race. Then I signed into F1, fulfilling my childhood dreams of racing in red and thought I escaped him. I thought too soon apparently because after my announcement post, his followed soon and I was once again back on track with him.

Did I have a reason to hate him? Absolutely! Was it awfully petty and possibly over-dramatic? Very likely. It was my first race in F2, I was about to finish P2 it was amazing. Then he crashed into me and drove us both into the wall, causing us both to DNF and lose out on a podium.

We have hated each other ever since.

“It’s okay - we’ll share.” Oscar’s voice brought me out of my thoughts, quickly turning my head to look at him.

“What!?”

Oscar took the key from Alice and dangled it in front of me, a smirk on his face. “I said we’re gonna be bunking.” He pulled the handle of his suitcase, “Come on then, Y/n”

✿ ✿ ✿

“You stay on your side of the room,” I said, putting the chair in the middle of the room to make it a half marker. “And I’ll stay on mine.” The one queen size bed would definitely be a problem as well, but one I would mention later.

“And how are you gonna go the bathroom since it’s on my side?” He asked, his voice holding a teasing tone.

“Bathroom if free ground, hallway too” I stated, crossing my arms over my chest.

Oscar’s gaze dropped down, stayed for a few seconds and then his eyes met mine again. He hummed, “And if I wanna open the window then what? Since it’s on your side.”

“Don’t act smart,” I told him. “It doesn’t suit you.”

“You wound me!” He gasped, pressing a hand over his heart.

“Shame it’s not fatal.”

✿ ✿ ✿

This was definitely the weirdest night of my life.

With only one bed in the room, no couch and neither of us willing to put our body in uncomfortable positions sleeping on the chair or on the floor, night before practice - Oscar and I made an agreement to share the bed.

One of the extra blankets from the closet was bunched up and put down the middle of the bed separating the two us. Not that it served much purpose considering that it was kicked down and off the bed while we were sleeping.

I woke up, rubbing my eyes to adjust to the dark and then I felt it. The slow, yet desperately feral rolls, the pressure and the pleasure. I had to press a hand against my mouth to stop myself from moaning, taking in deep harsh breaths through my nose.

I came to a realization about three things, so goes:

Oscar had moved a bigger part of his body onto my side of the bed.

He had pulled me close and caged me in his arms sometimes during the night.

He was grinding his very much hard cock into me -  in his sleep.

My cheeks were on fire and it felt like the rest of my body was too. The pajamas, which I purposely picked out because of how light they were, felt suffocating now.

I didn’t even realize what I was doing until it was done, my body moving on its own. One leg pushing slightly forward, opening just enough space for Oscar’s hips to chase mine and my ass slowly barely grinding back into him.

I was enjoying this much more than I should have and it was wrong. God, it was so wrong. But when his erection was rubbing so perfectly against me, I couldn’t bring myself to care.

I was wet, I knew I was. I could feel how soaked my panties had gotten and the uncomfortable feel of my slick underwear did not escape me. As the pressure increased I couldn’t help but let out a moan.

The noise felt deafening in the silent room and my eyes widened. Oscar’s body stilled and my breath caught in my throat, the dread of having woken him with my moans taking over me.

A moment passed, two moments passed. Then Oscar’s hands tightened around my body, pulling me even closer to him, my ass pressed just against the outline of his dick. One of his hands moved down my stomach, dipping into the waistband of my sleeping shorts and going straight down into my panties.

He ran a finger through my folds, coating it in my slick and it took everything in me not to moan. “You’re fucking dripping,” his voice in my ear made me freeze. Awake afterall. “This wet from me humping you? And here I thought you hated me.”

The pad of his finger touched my clit, a gasp falling from my lips at the pleasurable feeling. “Did you enjoy me rutting into you while I was sleeping, you dirty dirty girl?” He added more pressure, rubbing circles on my clit and this time I didn’t hold my moans back. “Woke up halfway through, when you started grinding your ass on me like a bitch in heat. You seemed so into it, I thought I’d just keep going.”

“Wasn’t,” I whispered.

“What was that?” He growled into my ear.

“Wasn’t grinding on you,” I said, through gritted teeth.

His fingers pinched my clit and my whole body surged forward, mouth falling open to let out a loud moan. “Don’t lie,” he said, the tone of his voice leaving no room for argument.

“Fuck you.”

“Oh don’t worry sweetheart, you will.”

Oscar pulled his fingers out of my panties, making me whine at the loss of friction on my clit. His chuckle vibrated through the room. He got up onto his knees on the bed, arms coming forward to grab my shoulders, and pulled me roughly so I was laying on my back.

I couldn’t help but look at him above me. His eyes were full of lust, pupils blown wide and cheeks red. As much as I didn’t want to admit it to myself, he looked absolutely ethereal. 

“Tell me to stop,” he said, fingers hooking into the waistband of my sleeping shorts.

I held his gaze, a shaky breath falling from my mouth. “Don’t stop.”

In one move he pulled down both my shorts and my panties, throwing them behind him without a care. Then he took off his own shorts, followed by his boxers - that ended up being thrown somewhere too. He pulled me up enough to take my top off, and then pushed me down again, leaving me completely bare. 

Oscar leaned over me, his mouth drawn in a smirk, his breath hot on my face. “Tell me not to kiss you.”

“Kiss me,” I whispered. He didn’t waste a second, as soon as the words were out of my mouth he was surging forward, his lips pressing harshly against mine, tongue pushing into my mouth. He pulled slightly back, my lip caught before his teeth and he gently bit down, making me whine into his mouth.

“Fuck me,” I panted into his mouth. “Please just -”

I didn’t get to finish what I was saying as he pushed himself into me fully in one go, making me scream. His hand pressed against my mouth, muffling the noises I was making. “Do you want to wake the whole hotel up?” He asked as he began thrusting, pulling himself out until only the tic was still in me and then forcefully pushing back in again. “Some people came here to sleep, not to listen to you moaning like a whore on my cock.”

His other hand went between us to rub my clit. I was practically sobbing as he worked his fingers in fast circles around my clit while roughly thrusting into me. My vision was blurred with tears that were spilling from the corners on my eyes.

Oscar’s hand moved only a little, leaving room for me to speak but close enough for my lips to brush against his palm with each word. “Cum,” I babbled. “Gonna cum! Oscar, please!”

“Yeah?” He asked, his voice hoarse. “Gonna cum for me like a good little slut? Go on then - cum”

I came with a moan, wrapping my legs around his waist and caging him in. Oscar fucked me trough my orgasm, his own following. He twitched inside of me before cumming, painting my walls and making me whine at how full I felt.

He pulled out of me slowly and went to the bathroom to clean himself up. After a moment he returned with a wet, probably warm, towel in his hands. He kneeled on the bed and gently spread my legs with his hands.

“Fuck,” Oscar groaned. “I love watching my cum leak out of your pussy.” His fingers dipped to collect some of his cum which had spilled out of me and was slowly dripping towards my ass, and pushed it back into me, causing me to gasp.

He leaned forward and placed a kiss on my forehead and somehow my cheeks burned ever hotter. After he gently cleaned me up and terrorized me to drink water, he laid down in bed next to me and pulled my body into his, arms wrapping around me.

“Are you finally going to let me take you out to dinner?” He asked, his voice husky and breath hot against the side of my face.

I hummed, my eyes barely open and already feeling sleepy. “Don’t crash into me while I’m winning on Sunday and we’ll see.”

“That was one time!”

I chuckled, placing my hands over his hand on my stomach. “Yeah, I’ll let you take me out to dinner.”

Believe it or not this might have actually turned out to be one of the best nights of my life.

[monzabee]

bom dia! (social media au) - lh44

masterlist ||

Summary: The one where Lewis decides to spend some time in Brazil during winter break with a special someone.

Pairing: lewis hamilton x brazilian!reader (model used: candice swanepoel)

Warnings: none other than some cursing

Please also note that all of my works are protected under copyright, and not available for reposting on other platforms. 

officialyn

Liked by adrianalima, lewishamilton, josephineskriver and 1,928,367 others.

officialyn: bom dia e boas vibrações.

user: today is a good day because mother decided to return

user: where was she??

user: on a social media break😭

user: IT'S BEEN 84 YEARS

user: are we really going to ignore lewis hamilton liking this post??

user: i'm so glad she's back, but does that mean she's going to be back at the runway also??

view all 645,736 comments.

user: i'd never thought i'd see the day my two worlds collided but here we are

user: somebody take lewis' phone away from him

lewishamilton just posted a story!

ofdicialyn

Liked by lewishamilton, victoriassecret, taylor_hill and 1,453,928 others.

officialyn: january archives🫶.

user: LEWIS LIKED THIS POST IN ALMOST UNDER A SECOND I'M CALLING IT THEY ARE DATING

user: sometimes delulu is not the trululu and it is okay bestie

user: they are both in brazil??

user: AND??

user: she's glowing mother is really back

user: i'm afraid she went to the cuntology school of slaying

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lewishamilton: ❤️🇧🇷

officialyn: ❤️🫶

user: WHAT IS HAPPENING

user: IS THIS A HARD LAUNCH??

user: the internet is about to go ham

user: i see what you did there

lewishamilton

Liked by mercedesamgf1, pierregasly, f1 and 2,240,696others.

lewishamilton: Brazil over break 🇧🇷.

user: does this mean you're moving here

user: please say yes

lewishamilton: sim

user: i'm about to lose it they look so amazing together

user: they're not even together in the pictures bro

user: so??

user: it should be criminal for two good looking people like them to be together (please don't sue me i'm joking)

user: more brazil wins in the future?? i guess?

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[caraetdeul]

Checkmate, I Couldn't Lose

Jeon Wonwoo x fem!reader

You have a secret to tell and what's a better way to confess than through a toast during your wedding's reception?

TW: none other than Wonwoo's killer looks cuz that's a warning on itself.

A/n: this was supposed to be posted weeks ago but I never got to finishing it. And now that I have to cram on so many projects, my brain has decided that its time for the creative juices to push through my writer's block. This was also a sort of reprieve from the amount of angst that I wrote in Tolerate It so hopefully I did good. Anyways, enjoy reading caratdeul!

~Main Masterlist~

The cheers of your loved ones as they dance on the floor. The clinking of champagne glasses together as they congratulate you on a new life. The cold breeze on your white gown as you sway to a waltz rhythm with your husband close to your chest. Your arms around his shoulders and his hands settled on your hips.

It was the night of your lives and it was perfect.

You were well into the reception of your wedding. And honestly, you were having too much fun that you were sure you wouldn’t have a detailed recollection of everything that happened so far. It was a blur of happy faces and celebrations. But if there was one thing you will remember the most, it was the feeling of walking down the aisle, bouquet in hand, slowly inching towards the wonderful life that you will have with Wonwoo as your husband.

Now here you were, in each other’s arms as you swayed to the wedding playlist you both had a hand in creating (he knows that it was 1% his songs and the other 99% was yours but he also knows that you’ve been dreaming of a perfect wedding since you were a kid and he won’t be a hindrance to that). You can see the reflection of your wedding bands on the corner of your eye and you swear that you’ve never seen something shine as brightly as the ones you always see in your lover’s eyes up until now.

You would’ve danced the night away but alas, the event’s host has other plans. The music slowly faded to make way for the host to announce that it was time for some toasts.

Wonwoo huffed, “Do we really have to?”

“Oh honey,” you giggled, kissing the pout on his lips which made him smile, “We both know we won’t be leaving this place without hearing your drunk aunt’s speech about how you were so little when she first met you and how cute you looked in your little dia—”

“Okay, you can stop now,” he blushed, hiding his face in the crook of your neck, “Please tell me she actually won’t say any of that tonight.”

You just shrugged teasingly, earning another groan from him. Hand in hand, you led him back to your seats, laughing as he begged you for any reassurance that he wouldn’t be embarrassed any time soon. You then promptly shushed him when he tried bribing you with something about your honeymoon that you would rather not say in public.

That little shit, you thought as you narrowed your eyes at his smirk. You stopped yourself from slapping the smug look off of his face when he saw your face warming up, fully knowing where your mind had gone the moment he said it.

You were cut off from your thoughts when your sister went up on the stage, officially starting the toasts. You both settled in your chair with Wonwoo’s arm around your shoulder. Inhaling deeply, the two of you start to brace yourselves from the onslaught of inside jokes and nostalgic memories from your closest family and friends.

As each loved one went through their speech, you slowly started to feel your hands clam up with nerves. You didn’t even notice your leg bouncing until you felt Wonwoo’s hand on top of it. You glanced at him only to be met with his brows furrowed in concern. You shook your head with a smile, silently reassuring him that you were fine. He nodded in response before turning back to his father who was currently giving his own toast.

Ending with a lovely note to the wedded couple, your father-in-law gave the mic back to the host before going down the stage. You took multiple deep breaths to calm your nerves as you reached for the glass of water in front of you. Wonwoo watched in concern as you gulped down every last drop before putting the glass down.

“Hey,” he whispered, “Are you sure you’re okay?”

You nodded, “Yep. Just stage fright getting on my nerves.”

He raised an eyebrow, tilting his head in confusion, “What do you mean stage fright?”

You were about to answer him when you heard the host finally call you up on stage. You could feel Wonwoo’s eyes following you as you stood up and got on the stage. You thanked the host as they gave you the mic before finally facing everyone.

“Hi,” you started nervously, chuckling when everyone actually responded hello back to you. 

“First of all, I want to thank each and every one of you for giving us your precious time to come here and celebrate with us on this very special day. This ceremony wouldn’t have been as happy as it is right now if any one of you were not here tonight.” you smiled, doing your best to make eye contact with as many people as possible.

“To all of those people who know me best, it’s probably a huge shock for them to see me standing here on stage and actually talking in front of a huge crowd,” you laughed, “To be fair though, I’m trying my best not to actually jump off the stage and run out of here. One of the two reasons that’s stopping me from doing that right now is the fact that I can’t really run in these heels and I would rather die than actually let you all see me trip and fall.” 

A chorus of laughter echoed throughout the hall. As the laughter dies down, so do your nerves a little bit. You thanked the heavens above for still having humor as your coping mechanism before continuing with your speech.

“As for the other reason, well…” you said, your voice gradually softening. You faced Wonwoo properly as you announced, “It’s because I have a confession to make.”

You licked your lips nervously. You watched as Wonwoo glanced at your parents, puzzled over what was happening but he was only met with the same uncertainty from them. He looked back at you with worry written all over his face. You have to stop yourself from swooning over the fact that you knew he was more worried about your well-being than whatever you were about to say.

“Love, I haven’t really been honest with you,” you sighed, “In fact, I haven’t been truly honest with you ever since we first met.”

~~~~~

You were late.

Well technically, you weren’t but you only had about 10 minutes before the movie starts and you’re still 2 blocks away from the theatre. Now, you were running for your life just so you could arrive on time and frankly, you didn’t really want to die in the hands of your best friend if she ever caught you late again.

You were nearing the entrance to the theatre when you saw your best friend Lila standing with 2 guys in front, the three of them seemingly distracted with whatever they were talking about. Once you were close enough, Lila finally looked up from their conversation. Her face lit up upon recognizing you, greeting you with her iconic bear hug. You were about to return the hug when she suddenly smacked you on the arm.

“Ow! What the hell?” you exclaimed, rubbing your arm.

“You’re late,” Lila grumbled, crossing her arms.

“I know, I’m sorry,” you whined, “I accidentally fell asleep watching Netflix and by the time I woke up, I knew that I would have to run to actually get here on time.”

“Fine, but you’re paying for the popcorn,” she huffed.

You groaned, “Okay, fair enough.”

Taking out your wallet, you were suddenly reminded of the fact that you two weren’t alone when one of them cleared their throat, successfully catching both of your attention. You looked up from your bag to the taller guy among the two.

“Well, Lila?” he asked, “Aren’t you going to introduce us to your lovely friend over here?”

“Oh right,” Lila chuckled. She then introduced you to the two and vice versa. The guy that just spoke was Mingyu and the other one—

Oh my fucking god.

The other one was breathtaking.

Is it possible that you were just so out of it from running that you were hallucinating an angel? You’re probably just hallucinating things but you were sure that actual flowers and hearts were floating around him like some cliche rom-com anime scene. Maybe the lack of oxygen was finally getting to your brain. That’s definitely more plausible than whatever is actually standing right in front of you. Because goddamnit, that face is too immaculate to be a real human being.

Now, that’s just fucking unfair to the minority.

“What’s unfair to the minority?”

“What?”

“What?”

And that’s when you actually notice that Mr. Born To Kill Me With His Face—you think his name was Wonwoo as far as you can remember before you got too caught up with your thoughts—was already looking at you with a smirk. Your face warmed up with embarrassment when you realized that he caught you staring at him, amusement written all over his face. Thankfully you were saved by the bell when Lila tugged you towards the theatre complaining about the movie already starting without you and you still haven’t bought any popcorn yet, effectively stopping you from making more of a fool out of yourself.

Dazed, you let her pull you towards the snack bar but not before you glanced back at Wonwoo, walking behind you alongside Mingyu. Catching his eye, you immediately turn back to face the counter. If you didn’t know any better, you’d say you were the one who caught him staring at you just now and not the other way around. You smiled to yourself at the thought.

Once you got the food and drinks, you then made your way inside. Getting to your seats, you sat between Lila and Wonwoo. A mere coincidence to everyone but you. And as you gaze at him from the corner of your eye, his face being illuminated by the rainbow of colors from the screen, you have decided right then and there that you are getting this man one way or another and no one can stop you.

So if you accidentally brush hands with him as you reach for the popcorn you share, if you mistakenly take his drink instead of yours which was on your other side, if you subconsciously lean towards him as you laugh at a joke made by the actors in the movie, there’s nothing to say except it’s all just a mere coincidence.

~~~~~

“And that’s just the beginning of a long and tedious process of stealing your heart,” you grinned.

You started sharing memories of you two where you deliberately changed the course of your relationship. Throughout your speech, you tried your best to avoid looking directly at Wonwoo. The fear of seeing any trace of disappointment and disgust on his face from your actions kept you from making eye contact with him. But that didn’t stop you from confessing to every move you ever made. In fact, it only urged you to be honest more knowing that this is the only time you’ll have the guts to say all of these things. To be fair though, you probably should’ve said this in a more private manner but you can’t really do anything about it now that you’re almost done with sharing your stories.

Laughing as you shared a fond memory of you tricking your husband—then, boyfriend—into letting him think that his idea of your living room arrangement was all from him and not at all a perfectly timed series of suggestions from you, you raised your glass as you finish your toast, “Some of you may call me a genius and others may just think of me as some long con artist. But in all honesty, none of these would’ve ever happened if there wasn’t a single drop of love in between the both of us,. And with that, I want to toast to our married life. May this be a life that will serve as the epitome of our love for each other.”

A round of cheers and applause echoed across the hall as you stepped down from the stage and walked towards your seat beside Wonwoo. Biting your lip, you gazed at him, trying to gauge his reaction to your speech/confession. You didn’t know what to expect to hear from him after all of that but a wide smirk on his face as he whispered his own confession to you was definitely not one of them.

“I knew.”

“What? How?”

“You may be a mastermind but you definitely aren’t subtle enough.”

Wonwoo’s smirk widened even more as he witnessed your cheeks heating up from embarrassment, amused at the way you tried defending yourself. He chuckled before kissing you on the lips, effectively shutting you up.

Once he felt you relax under him, he pulled back a bit from you, far enough for him to watch as you tried to chase after his lips but not too far for you to not hear what he had to say next.

“I love you, my little machiavellian.”

You grinned widely, pecking his lips once more before replying, “I love you too.”

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[digitaldiarystuff]

Patient

note: since you don’t like me and give any suggestions 🥺 i came up with something and i’m sorry but it angsty i can’t help it

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summary: you and ruben were in the same circle, hanging out often but for some reason, after all this time you couldn’t break the ice between you two.

pairing: Ruben Dias x Y/N

genre: angst/ fluff

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“I didn’t expect this many people.” you said to your best friend Sasha as you entered the house, your friend was hosting a get together at his place since it was holiday season.

“I thought it’d be just us, too.” she said and held your hand hoping not to lose you in this crowd.

You had a friend circle, contained about 10 people and their partners and you were considerably close. You had known most of them from work or university but there were some strangers to you until they entered the circle. You also were the only single at least until Ruben Dias came along. Now there are two singles. And he was walking towards you with a smile.

“Hey guys” he said in his trademark stoic tone, sometimes you thought he was a robot.

“Heyy” Sasha said and hugged him.

“Hi” you said after and also hugged him, feeling his abs brush against your front and quickly pulled away.

The thing is, your friends always thought you’d be a good couple. They even said it out loud in many occasions but it couldn’t be far away from the truth, Ruben acted like he was incapable of being in a relationship. He was so good looking with a big career but he was so emotionless sometimes that you felt weird around him. There were rare looks you catch with his intense gaze following you or one or two times saw him checking you out but other than that, nothing. You on the other hand, of course noticed his bright smile and toned body and maybe even called dips the moment you laid eyes on him but that was 6 months ago and there weren’t any progress. It wasn’t like he was cold or rude to you, he just was, neutral. He never let his hand wander around on your waist whilst walking you out or did anything to make you question your friendship other than looks. He was always polite, a true gentleman but that’s it.

At first you felt insecure because when everyone tells you you’ll definitely hit it off and become something at a point you kind of believe it but when Ruben never seemed into you, you felt like you were beneath him. Of course he had all the models in the world, why would he want anything to do with you? But then you accepted not everyone needs to get along or have a relationship when they’re single so you let it go. There were times when you couldn’t get your eyes off of him just admiring but that’s all.

Ruben walked you to your friends with a smile on his face, hand on the small of your back and his touch made fireworks go off inside of you. Okay you were mad about him.

“Heyy, happy holidays” everyone cheered and you looked at the crowd wondering where you can sit. It was very tight, every girl was on their boyfriends lap which made you curse, being single sucks. Ruben looked at you intensely, once again making your heart rate go up but didn’t say anything.

“Are you going to stand there all night or sit on Ruben’s leg Y/N?” a very drunk friend of yours asked as you shot daggers at her.

You looked back at Ruben but he was now on the floor.

“You can sit on my seat. I don’t mind being on the floor.” he said and your hopes once again crushed. I mean it’s Ruben you wouldn’t expect him to pull you to his lap and make out with you but he wanted nothing to do with the idea even sitting on the floor because of it.

“I could sit on the floor.” you said now, feeling guilty and bad. Maybe he thought you were too heavy.

“I… We couldn’t let you sit on the floor in that dress.” he cleared his throat and said smiling, you looked at yourself. You were wearing a long black dress with a deep slit on the side. You didn’t even realize if you tried to sit down you would’ve given a show to everyone in the party and blushed. Did Ruben make a small comment about not wanting you to flash people or was he just being nice? It was impossible to tell.

You sat down behind him and it felt good, having him occasionally lean against your exposed leg making your heart jump. You realized he had a few shots despite not drinking often, considering this was a holiday party. Maybe that’s the reason he was slightly more affectionate towards you.

You spent an hour all catching up with your friends sharing stories and it was the most fun. You also had many glasses of wine making you a little drunk. That’s when your friend Amanda started talking to you.

“Y/N I found the perfect guy for you. He goes to our gym and single and handsome.” her boyfriend gave her a look but she shrugged whispering “So handsome” You laughed a little and asked her to tell a little more.

“He just moved to Manchester and he’s a doctor, he’s originally from London and…” she kept listing this new guys’ information but your gaze turned to Ruben. He was seemingly listening to Amanda but he looked a little distraught, you took in his features. You didn’t want anybody else but knowing there’s no hope, you nodded to Amanda.

“He sounds amazing, when can I meet him?”

“Uhh, what about right now?” she said and stood up greeting a man you’ve never seen before.

“Hi Jack.” and hugged him, Jack was a beautiful blond man with curly hair and pearly white teeth and he wasn’t much muscular but in good shape. You couldn’t believe you were looking at a complete opposite of Ruben.

Amanda introduced you and he warmly shook your hand, kissing it afterwards. You heard a scoff behind you but didn’t glance back. He asked if you wanted to find a quiet space to talk some more and this was so different than what Ruben did, he was much more forward whereas you needed to beg Ruben for anything. You decided it wouldn’t hurt to get to know this handsome doctor and took his invitation.

You got out into the backyard and sat on the sun beds talking about your lives and interests. He was really into you, anyone could tell, after months of questioning yourself if you’re not good enough maybe this was what you needed because you soon fell into his sweet talking and found yourself kissing him. Feeling affection and appreciation was what made you do it but you didn’t realize Ruben coming to the backyard to get you. As soon as you pulled away your eyes found Ruben’s. It was the first time you could see right through him and he was feeling sad, turned away without saying anything and left.

You quickly excused yourself from Jack and trailed behind him, hoping to ask what happened. Was he sad because you kissed Jack or did something else happen?

You couldn’t find him with your friends so you started to knock on every door in the house and finally heard his voice. “Occupied” he was in the bathroom.

“Can I come in?” you asked but didn’t hear anything back. Just as you were turning back he slowly opened the door.

“It’s all yours” he said without even glancing at you and tried to move past you.

“Ruben are you okay?” you asked and based on his reaction, he didn’t think you’d ask that.

“Yeah, yeah I’m fine.” he shot a fake smile in your way.

Just as he was trying to escape again, you held him by his wrist and pulled him back in the bathroom locking the door in the process.

“Ruben” you said looking in his eyes softly as you placed one hand on his arm. “Talk to me, are you okay?”

“Yeah, it’s just” he trailed off but you weren’t ready to give up yet, this was the most emotional you’ve seen him and you needed to know if it’s because of you.

He nervously looked at his fingers.

“It’s just, I thought something but I was wrong, that’s it.” he shrugged.

“What did you think?” you pressed.

“I thought, never mind Y/N we should just go back inside.” he tried to leave again and this was your breaking point.

“You know what, I think we should do because I also thought something and it was wrong.”

“What was?” he turned around and asked you.

You thought about beating around the bush but you were just fed up.

“I thought I saw your face fall when I kissed Jake, I thought you cared but now that I’m here standing with you. I don’t think that’s true.” you whispered and he came to you as soon as he saw your tears trying to wipe them off but you didn’t let him.

“Y/N, I…”

“No Ruben, it’s not your fault it’s mine. There’s a handsome doctor waiting for me outside and I’m out here wasting my time.”

“You consider this as wasting time?” he questioned

“Yes I do! Because no matter what I do you’re never going to want me back and it’s the healthy thing for me to move on.” you said and this time you were the one trying to escape the room and he pulled you back smashing his lips onto yours. You kissed him back with everything you had because you’ve waited for this moment for months. He finally showed you he wanted you and you couldn’t fight the urges. As his hands stayed on your back, yours wrapped around his neck and you kissed and broke up and kissed again. He never let you pull completely back afraid if you’ll leave.

When you finally realized what you were doing you freed yourself from his grip looking at him like ‘what now’

“I thought I was being patient, like slow play but I never realized how any moment some doctor who looks nothing like me can steal you away. I’m sorry if I couldn’t show my feelings towards you, but in reality I’m just obsessed and I’m a coward for not telling you.” he said in one breath and you were shocked. Everything you wanted to hear from him, in one sentence.

“Ruben, you are a coward.” you said and his smile fell thinking he was too late. “But I happen to like you.” you smiled and leaned into him and he kissed you while frantically spinning you around. This was the happiest you’ve seen him and honestly, yourself.

“So, it was the handsome doctor who eventually broke you. Were you jealous?” you teased and his face turned serious.

“No. I knew you’d choose me, also can you stop calling him handsome?” he asked as he led you out the bathroom to your friends, hand in hand.

[creedslove]

when i tell you i'm going feral over javi having breeding/praise kink, i mean it.

this man can go from a total slut to our sweet domestic husband who will bring you flowers everyday and ask for help with tying his tie.

every time he appears on my screen i'm literally screaming into the pillow and kicking my legs. because honestly? that man could fuckin step on me and i'd say thank you.

but having his last name? having his children and be their mother??

i live for that dream 😭✋

hope your day was better than mine's and you feel okay. you're my comfort person and if it weren't for your blog i would never found out about javi or dave york, thank you so much <3

Javier Peña x f!reader

A/N: I love you my beautiful bestie, you are my comfort person and I love you and sorry for taking so long 😘💘 I hope you're doing alright love 😘

• alrighty bestie, Javi is the definition of praise kink; that man will praise you at any given opportunity and he will enjoy everything single minute of it, because he lives for complimenting you as whole: your looks, your bodies, your laughter, your intelligence and of course, let's never forget about how he compliments your nails 🗣️

• he will always tell you you look pretty or mention you are wearing a beautiful color, he's gonna notice when you get a haircut, if you change your perfume and your lipstick usual colors (but let's cut him some slack here, the first thing he thinks of is that new color on your lips while you have his cock in your mouth hehe)

• and of course during sex Javier Peña is a fucking praiser™

• I mean it, he's gonna mix that with that filthy mouth of his, telling you the most explicit sinful things, at the same time he can be very sweet about you, always working on boosting your self confidence even if he doesn't really realize that

• and while doing so, of course he's gonna speak spanish too, knowing it drives you crazy

"just like that, mi amor, take all of it, all my cock in your beautiful mouth, tus labios tan bonitos..."

" you have such a delicious tight cunt, cariño, I love how you gush for me..."

"tu culo me vuelve loco, amor... Let my cock inside of it, I'll promise I'll go nice and slow"

• 🫢

• but he also likes receiving the praise; Javi suffers a lot from stress and those cruel thoughts about not being good enough or not doing a decent job, when it's time to lose himself into you and relax, he appreciates the way you remind him he's just as great

"you're amazing Javi, I'm proud of you, mi amor"

"your cock is so delicious, hermoso... Dejame cuidarte..."

• it will just melt your seemingly grumpy DIA boyfriend and he's gonna be all soft all for yourself

• also, I don't take any contrary opinions on this: Javier Peña is a family man and he just (wants) and needs a woman to make an honest man out of him; the moment he falls in love for real, he falls hard and there's no turning back, that man will love you for life

• and he's gonna change his mind about being a bachelor, he's gonna be a husband, and a great one at that matter, he's just gonna love being a husband, the fact he has a wife and that he won't have any other lonely nights, but instead, someone waiting for him at the end of the day, as he goes to his home instead of going just to a house

• he would such a proud husband, excited about wearing a wedding ring and such, everything in order to show how happy he is with marriage

• he's also the kind of husband to bring you flowers, chocolates, body lotions and any other small gifts here and there for no specific reason other than making you happy

• and not only that, he would always remember important dates, such as engagement and wedding anniversaries

• and of course, while being a loving husband, he would want to take the next step which consists of having a baby with you; it would probably start after seeing how beautiful you look with Murphy's kid in your arms, and just the general thought of having a whole family of his, would be enough to spark the idea

• and then the fun part begins: trying for a baby, which consists of you jumping on him at any opportunity

• and that man would finish inside of you every single time, hoping that time will be the charm and the baby Peña won't take very long ❤️

____

[alexxncl]

‼️NIGHTBRINGER LESSON 34 SPOILERS‼️

masterlist | all lessons | season 2 | lesson 33 | lesson 35

i might be getting ahead of myself here, but are we lilith ?? like is that what's happening rn ??? he's not saying mc's name, and raphael doesn't day their name in the next scene...if so then that's actually really fucking sad 💀

it makes sense though, belphie not wanting mc to go into his head bc he's still clinging to the past and doesn't want to lose them forever like he lost his little sister forever, especially since human life is so finite compared to that of a demon or an angel or a reaper

also it's obvious by his choice of words that despite him looking older, belphie is very, very young in his mindscape, just like mammon was. i feel like this also shows how close mams and belphie are even if it's not shown much on screen in the game, or at least how much belphie takes after mammon's, if not all of his older brothers traits, for better or worse

well nvm...i still think my theory is valid though. belphie wants to go back to his old life and end up not losing lilith, but still have mc with him

i wonder how similar mammon and belphie's bond in the celestial realm is to their bond in the devildom. is belphie still as reluctant to ask for help and advice openly? is the banter still the same? are there less insults? how does the age gap here cause them to treat each other differently if at all? or the lack of angelic status?

oh i'm gonna cry

big brother mammon will always have my heart and i need more of him

we know belphie's love of stars and constellations and the night sky in general started when he was in the celestial realm, and seeing it manifest in mammon in his mindscape makes my heart happy, even if mammon isn't the reason he became interested in astronomy (was it michael? lucifer? idk i don't remember)

i also think it's very interesting how belphie's brain is actively working against him "wanting to hide from mc". he literally said "i don't want you to see the inside of my mind" and is hiding away from them. i think, in reality and in his mindscape, he's running from the fact that he has to face his feelings about the idea of mc leaving to go to the "human realm" and the possibility of losing them forever like he lost lilith

this was (obviously) not beel speaking, but his inner thoughts in the shape and voice of beel. circling back to belphie having the best and worst traits of his brothers, his insecurity and need for reassurance rivals levi's, and we don't get to see it as blatantly because he masks it way better than levi does

ok so we're here in the timeline...interesting. how much time passed between luci and dia's first meeting and the celestial war? how much time had passed between the celestial war and mc's initial arrival to the devildom? how much had belphie aged?

angels and demons age different than humans do, and belphie doesn't feel any older than like...10 or 11 at the most, but beel seems older than that. maybe its his mind warping things to make himself seem and feel younger, but maybe he really was that young. was lilith even born at this point? how old was belphie during the time of the war ?????

also i'm mad we didn't get to see michael bc i wanna know what he looks like but oh well 🧍🏾

oh baby :((((

i'm not the biggest belphie fan AT ALL, at least canon belphie, but i think it's necessary to acknowledge how his trauma severely affects the way he acts. he went from blaming himself, to blaming an entire race of people for his sister's death. he feels like he should've been the one to die, even if it meant leaving his twin without him

now, if he got a proper redemption arc after lesson 16, THEN we could talk. i think the devs fumbled his character in that regard, but my hcs about his redemption will have to suffice for now

he didn't want mc to see this dark part of himself because he hates that he still has this mindset, that he's trapped in a cycle of "what ifs" and wishing it were him instead of her, constantly ruminating and letting his anger and grief fester without ever dealing with it properly and letting himself heal. he not only thinks he doesn't deserve to heal, but that he doesn't deserve to live long enough to see himself heal, that he doesnt deserve to live at all

WHY ARE YOU BEING DIFFICULT????

i mean i knew this would happen since its only lesson 34 and there's still 6 more to go...but damn

i love and hate the fact that he's so smart. like, they could easily just ask barbatos to send them back to the human realm if it was that serious. he's clearly taken a liking to them. lucifer knows something's up, and he won't forge a pact with them until he gets to the bottom of whatever's going on

initially, i thought it was a spell to bring them back since he'd been the one facilitating the trips into the brothers' mindscapes this whole time, but this is wayyy more interesting

i feel like the barbatoses communicate across timelines, or that their lives intermingle with each others' somehow, so whatever they feel for one person in a specific timeline is felt for ever version of them in every timeline. we know barbatos, at the very least, knows that kayden is an important person in the grand scheme of things, whether it be because of the way diavolo feels about them or because they play a large part in the obey me version of a canon event

if it's more than base level importance, we can assume that there's a level of trust and love that barbatos feels for mc that stretches across time (callback to the login screen's dialogue)

maybe he gave us the piece of the grimoire for a reason outside of belphie's mindscape escapades. what if this is how we gain lucifer's trust? if a demon as powerful as barbatos can give mc a piece of his grimoire, then he should be able to make a pact with them, seeing as they're trustworthy enough to be in cahoots with THE time demon

anyways barbatos is nightbringer and you can't tell me otherwise. unless you think it's michael. then i might hear you out...i'm stuck between thinking either of them is the titular character simply because of the simultaneous lack and abundabce of emphasis on michael's importance

[celtigxr]

THE PINK DREAD - CH. 31 (Masterlist)

Chapter Summary: All gather in the Throne Room to hear Ser Vaemond Velaryon's petition. Never a dull day at the Red Keep. Word Count: 6874 CHAPTER WARNINGS: Show canon scene. Violence, gore, slut-shaming/misogyny, bit of angst, canon death, fat-shaming/fatphobia, bullying mention, depression/mental health mention. Lots of fun things.

Series tags: Aemond x Plus size!OfC, Aegon x Plus size!OfC, Celtigar!ofc, Plot with Smut, mdni 18+, Aemond End Game, Angst, Comedy, The Dragons Don't Dance, slow burn, friends to enemies to lovers, enemies to friends to lovers.

Credits: Lace Banner by Aquazero, pearl divider by Pommecita

Notes: I'm BAAACCKK. Hope everyone had happy holidays and a great new year. Mine was adequate, nothing to report other than get a lil annoyed at the bf. But that was overshadowed by a band I listen to dming a happy new years. I won't say who, because I'm trying to manifest something rn, and I don't want to jinx it. but hint: 😴🚶🐕🐈 Now, this chapter still is around the time I was really struggling to write. Re reading it, it's not entirely as bad as I thought it was, but you might be able to tell where I was getting frustrated and losing my muse. Or not, idk, maybe I hid it well.

There was nothing more intimidating than the Iron Throne when it sat unoccupied. It was almost like the ghost of Aegon the Conqueror still lingered there when the current king did not, watching and judging his dynasty before him. Valeana wondered if this is what he imagined for his line of Fire and Blood; had he predicted his grandchildren, and great grandchildren to fight amongst themselves? Did he predict that his heir to be a woman, where a son with his name stood idly by? Did he predict that his legacy would be put into question?

Valeana also wondered if Targaryens would have ended up this way, had it been Visenya’s line that survived, and not her sister’s. Perhaps their people would not see them as weak, as they once thought of King Aenys.

“Though it is the great hope of this court that Lord Corlys Velaryon survive his wounds,” The Lord Hand spoke after the King had descended upon his throne of iron and war. “We gather here with the grim task of dealing with the succession of Driftmark.”

His words were not appreciated by those that suffered for this petition. Valeana stood by her family, who stood behind Alicent and her children. The Throne Room was not at full capacity, but the Lords of the Great Houses had gathered, some with their wives, some with their heirs. The Baratheons, the Starks, the Hightowers, The Arryns, the Lannisters, the Tyrells, the Tullys, the Greyjoys, even representatives from the Martells were present. The Realm knew what this moment meant – It was not just a petition over who would inherit Driftmark, it was a petition to prove or disprove that Rhaenyra’s three eldest were illegitimate. Bastards. It would not only take away Lucerys’ inheritance, but Jacaerys' and Joffrey’s. If that happened, the Realm may very want Rhaenyra to be removed as heir to the Throne as punishment for her carnal transgressions, and effectively move the line of succession onto Aegon the Elder, bypassing even her legitimate fair-haired sons she sired with Daemon. 

“The crown will now hear the petitions: Ser Vaemond of House Velaryon,” Otto stepped away, and all in the room watched with bated breath as Vaemond moved from the spot he stood next to his uncle’s wife and grandchildren and took his place at the foot of the dias. 

“My King,” he bowed, then looked upon Alicent and Otto. “My Queen, my Lord Hand.” His eyes return to Viserys, whose face was already set in stone, his lips thinned and already showing his disapproval. Alas, Vaemond’s confidence was bordering on delusion, and did not let that deter him in the slightest. Valeana took a step forward, putting herself just behind the backs of Aemond and Aegon, so she could have a better look. 

Aemond slightly turned to her, a silent look that communicated everything. He could not yet show his affections publicly – he had not taken the time to converse with Maris just yet to end their very public courtship (even if it had grown apparent that it was dwindling). Aegon, however, took pleasure in taking advantage of that fact, for when Valeana appeared at his side, he wove his arm around hers and laced her fingers with his own. 

Valeana wasn’t entirely sure what horror show she should dare to look at: Vaemond’s petition, Aemond’s fury, or her brother and father’s heated disapproval behind her. 

“The history of our noble houses extends beyond the Seven Kingdoms to the days of Old Valyria,” Vaemond began his speech, hands clasped in front of him as he not only spoke to his monarch, but to the audience, to the lords and ladies of Westeros. “For as long as House Targaryen has ruled the skies, House Velaryon has ruled the seas.” 

Not entirely true, Valeana mused. House Celtigar and House Velaryon ruled ceremoniously, while the latter was more naval and militant, the former was more in trade and piracy. Though that last bit was more of an unsavoury historical anecdote that her father will never acknowledge. 

“When the Doom fell on Valyria, House Targaryen, House Velaryon and House Celtigar became the last of their kind. Our forebears came to this land knowing that were they to fail, it would mean the end to their bloodlines and their name

“I have spent my entire life on Driftmark defending my uncle’s seat. I am Lord Corlys’ closest kin, his own blood. The true, unimpeachable blood of House Velaryon runs through my veins–”

“As it does in my sons, the offspring of Leanor Velaryon,” Rhaenyra spoke up, interrupting the knight without remorse. Her face was remarkably neutral despite the bite of her words, reminding everyone in the grand room of her sons’ birthrights. With eyes trained onto the floor ahead of her, she went on, “If you cared so much about your house’s blood, Ser Vaemond, you would not be so bold as to supplant its rightful heir.” She said this now looking at him directly, and Valeana could only watch, enraptured and captivated by her strength and conviction. “No, you only speak for yourself, and for your own ambition.” 

“You have a chance to make your own petition, Princess Rhaenyra,” Otto interrupted, overlapping the princess’ words. “Do Ser Vaemond the courtesy of allowing his to be heard.”

King Viserys was rubbing his eyelids, already tired and weary. Valeana watched his face carefully as Vaemond continued his speech, claiming that Rhaenyra did not know a thing about Velaryon blood. Eyes darted around the room, as she watched Jacaerys catch Aemond’s eye, and Lucerys watched Vaemond with contempt. Daeron looked impossibly uncomfortable, eyes flickering around to everyone to gouge how he should react. And Aegon… Aegon simply shuffled in his spot, free hand moving to scratch his jaw. 

“This is bloody torture,” she heard him whisper. The only thing she could do was give his hand a squeeze in response and he gently squeezed back, rubbing his thumb over the back of her palm. 

When it was Rhaenyra’s turn to petition, her words were cut short when the King placed up his hand to halt her. 

“I must admit my confusion,” his words were laced with exhaustion, but with an underlying strength of a king. He had been patient, polite and courteous as he allowed Ser Vaemond to speak, since he did come all this way to do so. But now it was his turn, and he intended to speak on behalf of his daughter and Lord Corlys, the latter of which could not speak on his own behalf. “On why petitions are being heard over a settled succession.”

His statement was met with a second of strained silence before he continued, moving his head around the crowd before settling on his cousin. “The only one present who might offer keener insight into Lord Corlys’ wishes is the Princess Rhaenys.” 

“Indeed, your grace,” The Queen Who Never Was spoke once everyone had settled their attention onto her. Her eyes flickered from Vaemond to Rhaenyra, then she moved over to place herself at the foot of the dias, before the Throne that in another life, would have been hers. 

“It was ever my husband’s will that Driftmark pass through Ser Leanor, to his trueborn son… Lucerys Velaryon. His mind never changed, nor did my support of him.” 

Rhaenys’ confession garnered a group reaction of surprise. It was under the assumption that the older princess had always disapproved of Rhaenyra the moment each son she birthed looked nothing like hers, and the circumstances of Leanor’s death seemed to put a rift between the like-minded princesses. Though it now seemed that bygones had become bygones. 

“As a matter of fact, the Princess Rhaenyra has just informed me of her desire for her son, Luke, to marry Lord Corlys’ granddaughter, Rhaena… A proposal to which I heartily agree.” 

Hushed chatter befell the Throne Room. Rhaena and Luke shared a look with each other, subtle smiles upon their youthful places. This development certainly put a wedge in Ser Vaemond’s petition. He cried about blood purity, and yet here the solution laid plainly in front of the Kingdom. For those who believed that Luke was a bastard, the seat of Driftmark would no longer belong to the Velaryons in name only. Rhaena held that blood from her mother, and what's more, their children would be dragonriders, with their matching Targaryen blood between them. 

Valeana was quick to notice Vaemond’s displeasure and shock. 

“Well…” Viserys lifted his hand dismissively, “The matter is settled. Again. I hereby reaffirm Prince Lucerys of House Velaryon as heir to Driftmark, the Driftwood Throne, and the next Lord of the Tides.”

Just when people believed matters were settled, and the chatter started up again, Vaemond stepped forward after Rhaenys stepped back. “You break law and centuries of tradition, to install your daughter as heir. Yet you dare tell me who deserves to inherit the name Velaryon–No,” he shook his head minutely. “I will not allow it.”

The King furrowed his brow, mouth popping open at the man’s gall. “Allow it? Do not forget yourself, Vaemond.”

This is where things had taken a turn for the worst. When Vaemond shook with anger, Valeana knew that all sense was lost. At the shout of “That!”, she startled next to the princes. Aegon turned to her slightly amused, and Aemond had moved closer to her until their shoulders touched. 

Vaemond pointed viciously at Lucerys, who surprisingly shrunk under the angered man. “Is no true Velaryon, and certainly, no cousin of mine.”

“Go to your chambers,” Rhaenyra whipped her head to her son, who also vibrated with emotion, lip curling over his teeth as if he wished to lash out on his own behalf. Then she turned to Vaemond, “You have said enough.”

Lucerys didn’t move, but his step father still kept a hand on his shoulder. 

“Lucerys is my trueborn grandson,” The King spoke lowly. “And you are no more than the son of the second son of Driftmark.”

“You may run your house as you see fit,” Vaemond bit back. Valeana held her breath, finding herself squeezing Aegon’s hand. “But you will not decide the future of mine. My house survived the Doom, and a thousand tribulations besides. And gods be damned,” He swiveled back around to glare at the boy again, as if he were the reason for all his troubles, and not the adults that surrounded him. “I will not see it ended on the account of this–” His lips folded in between his teeth, and the air in the room stilled. Then as the slow seconds went by, Vaemond’s face relaxed, as if he could lose no more than he already had.

“Her children… are BASTARDS!”

“Seven Hells,” Valeana breathed out. The entire room was filled with loud murmurs, the King himself leaned forward on the Throne, his anger building in his chest, as weak as it was. 

“Oh, this is turning out to be quite the show,” Aegon whispered, his words laced with mirth.

A horror show. 

A very horrific, bloody show. 

“And she is,” Vaemond continued, punctuating every word as he burned his eyes onto Rhaenyra, then Daemon, and then finally the King. “A whore.”

The chorus of gasps filled the Throne Room. Everyone paced around, looking at each other in disbelief. Valeana glanced up at Aemond and saw his smirk, no different to Aegon’s. She knew of the princes’ animosity towards their half sister, who coveted all their father’s love, but as a woman, she could not help but feel disgusted by their reactions. With one glance of Helaena, she was relieved to see that she did not approve either, and when the two princes noticed their disapproval, their smirks dropped. At the very least Daeron had the decency to look scandalized, regardless of what his opinions were of Rhaenyra. 

The king ascended from his throne, his cane forgotten as he reached into his cloak and pulled out the cat’s claw dagger that was always strapped to him. 

“I will have your tongue for that–”

Valyrian steel sung in the air, swiftly and without mercy. The sound of blade cutting through flesh and bone dirtied Valeana’s ears, and the sight of Vaemond’s nearly headless body slumping on the floor now seared into her mind like a brand. Never before in her life had she seen such violence. Not even her fall down the stairs could compare. She had thought she would be impervious to such displays, having seen her own bone out of her flesh, and then watch her leg rot away before it was severed off with a saw. Though that was nothing in comparison to seeing a man’s head chopped off from his cheekbones, leaving his jaw and tongue atop what remained of his head. 

Helaena had turned away with her hands placed upon the sides of her head, her mother Alicent on her protectively to shield her from the gore. Daeron’s eyes widened in shock and horror, his hand flying to the sword on his belt as if it was muscle memory. Behind Valeana, Shyla and Floris both screamed, flying into the chest of Bartimos and their mother, with Clement shielding them from it. Arthor merely stood agape, the first time he, too, ever saw such an act. 

Valeana had jumped away, retching her hand out of Aegon’s in the pursuit to put herself as far away from the corpse as possible. It was Aemond who moved in front of her, hand upon her arm to keep her behind him, whilst Aegon stood like a statue, lips pulled into a frown and eyebrows up to his hairline, staring at Vaemond’s lifeless body as if he could not believe what he had just witnessed, what he was actively staring at. 

“He can keep his tongue,” Daemon stood there, hand placed on the pommel of Dark Sister. 

“Disarm him!” The Lord Hand shouted, the Kingsguard poised to attack.  

“No need,” the Rogue Prince replied casually, using the ends of his black tunic to wipe the blood off his sword and sheath it back into its scabbard.

Valeana tore her eyes away at last, blinking away rapidly, as if that would rid her of the image. It was then she brought her attention to where her hands had found rest. She gripped onto Aemond’s sleeve, both of her forearms caging his arm to her chest like a shield or a life preserver. 

“Valeana,” Clement’s presence loomed over her shoulder, his large hand firmly on her bicep. 

Valeana followed Aemond’s arm until she reached his face. He stared at her with a wide eye and a gritted jaw. His fingers flexed at her own sleeve, not wanting to let go either, but they were not in the privacy of their library. It took all her courage to let him go from her vice and allow Clement to pull her into his orbit. 

But when Valeana tore her eyes from Aemond, she landed them on Aegon, who saw the whole thing. His face was crestfallen, but only for a moment before his features pulled into a scowl, eyes glaring up at his younger brother. 

The petition had inevitably delayed the anticipated dinner of the Valyrian Houses, of which Vaemond had been invited to, mostly out of respect. It would be pushed to the next evening, as everyone was collectively in a state of shock and displacement. 

Valeana longed for solitude, she wished to be tucked in the reading nook of the late Aemma Arryn’s library, or laying in a nest of cushions and furs on the secret platform amongst the cliffs. Though for now, she settled on her bed chambers. Shyla was absent, she seemed to disappear after the Throne Room, along with Daeron it seemed. She was particularly distressed and the prince was concerned for her, leaving poor young Floris in the wind. Gods, Borros Baratheon is going to absolutely loathe the Celtigars after this Conclave was over with. 

Valeana was sitting cross legged in the middle of her bed, embroidering an image of a milkweed plant on a dark grey canvas. She intended to give the loop to Helaena as a thank you for her part last night. It was still such a bizarre recollection, that now felt like it was eons ago. Seeing a man’s head lopped off from the middle would do that to someone. 

Still, she wove every memory she made that night into the fabric of her mind. From the moment she saw Aemond splayed on the chair at the table, to that very morning when the warm orange glow of the dawn reflected against the silver tresses of his hair and pearlescent complexion of his skin. Valeana had woken up before him, and she took that privilege gently, savouring every moment. 

Aemond had tucked her under his arm at some point, and she was nestled on his upper arm, hand slayed on his chest while his nose nestled in the crown of her hair. They were both lying on their sides, legs tangled with each other, his hand resting on her hip and thigh. With gentle fingers, she traced the lines of his jaw, his nose, his scar, the gnarl frame of his sapphire eye, and brow, and then his lips that were parted as he breathed gently. Valeana noted how the skin around his perfect lid was red, the corner had a little sandy crust as if his eye had been tearing up during the night. 

With boldness, her hands moved southward, running along the muscles of his chest and stomach, humming in satisfaction at the warmth and feel of his body. It was art, truly; every ridge and curve, every bone and muscle, expertly carved by the Smith himself, designed in the likeness of the Warrior. 

Aemond roused from his sleep when her fingers trailed over the area below his belly button. He blinked away the sand from his good eye and gave a soft, grumbly hum. 

“Still not convinced I am a man?” He questioned softly with a hoarse, sleepy tone before his hand moved to her wrist and guided her to the crotch of his breeches. Valeana gave a soft gasp, or more of a hitch in her throat. She could feel him through the fabric and while he was soft, the muscle twitched at the contact. 

“Aemond–” He interrupted her with a peck on her lips, moving his hand up to the curve of her jaw to keep her there, so he could stare into her eyes. And that is where they remained until there was a knock on the library door, and Helaena’s gentle voice reminded them it was time. 

Valeana sighed contently down at her embroidery. Basking in the perfect evening and the perfect morning was enough to drown out the macabre events of that midday. Now the image of Aemond’s hardened body and Aegon’s thick cock permated her mind, creating a warm stir in her core. Alas, she was still bleeding, and she was not going to risk getting blood under her fingernails and all over her sheets to satiate her carnal hunger. Besides, there was a knock on the door, effectively ending her lewd thoughts. Clearing her throat, she called out: “come in.”

Clement entered the room, closing the door behind him as he did, “How are you doing?”

She offered him a half shrug, “Fine, I suppose.” 

Her brother took a seat at the edge of her bed, his body twisted so he rested his knee on the mattress, where he could look at her properly. “You’re doing remarkably well for someone who just witnessed their first execution.” 

“I do well with gore, I suppose. Finding severed feet on the beach on a regular basis could desensitize you to it,” her jest came out awfully stoic, as if she was serious. Though Valeana tended to joke when she was on the verge of anxiousness or sadness, if she wasn’t already thrown into the maelstrom of a fit. 

“And watching yours decay whilst attached to your body,” Clement added, his dark humour similar to her own. 

“Hm, that too. Perhaps the Stranger’s mark on me still lingers.” 

He hummed in agreement, unserious in his consideration for the statement. But then his face fell, and Valeana geared herself up for the real reason why he was there in her room. 

“Valeana…” He looked down on the bed, where his hand laid flat. He drummed his fingers on the duvet, like he was stalling so he could find the right words, or to rein in his censure. “I feel like you have become a stranger since we arrived at King’s Landing. You have been pulling yourself away every day from our family…and I can’t help but believe it is because of the princes.” 

Valeana leaned back into her headboard with a sigh, her loop forgotten in her lap. “Clement, I have been a stranger to this family for years…” Her eyes drifted over to the balcony. The Hydrangeas that Aemond left her were now placed in a vase next to her bed. 

“Not to me,” he shook his head vehemently. “We are full blooded siblings, Valeana. You and I have a bond that cannot be separated.”

Val tilted her head at him, a single eyebrow raised, “Clement, for half my life we were separated. I was here, and you were on the Isle with Ursula and Arthor. I am twenty, and yet I’ve only ever spent half my life with you, brother, and during that time I spent the better part of it locked in my rooms, despondent and longing for death.” 

Clement let his head sag at that, then raked his fingers through his short silver hair. He did not like dwelling on that dark part of her past, it still made him feel like a failure of a brother that he was not there for her when it happened, nor was he able to coax her out of the abyss in the aftermath. He reached out then, placing a hand on the ankle of her prosthetic, and although physically she could not feel it, the phantom of his touch tickled in the back of her mind as if she could. 

“You are the closest thing I have to mother, you know,” he said quietly, thumb moving along the ball joint. “I might have lost her, but I gained a sister in her stead, in her very image. I vowed over her grave that I would protect you, and I have failed thus far… I do not wish to continue that path any longer.”

When Valeana felt her eyes begin to water, she shut them immediately and bowed her head till her chin laid on her sternum, “Clement–”

“I saw you,” he said a bit forcefully. “You held Aegon’s hand one moment, and then clung to Aemond the next. Whatever it is you are doing, you must know it will end in heartbreak. Please, for your sake, sister, let them go… Jacaerys is an honourable man, who can offer you a great future–”

“I do not love him,” the words came out before she was able to filter them. 

Clement furrowed his brow as he tilted his head at her disbelievingly, “Then who is it you love? Aemond the Blackhearted or Aegon the Whoremongerer?” 

Sorrow was quickly being pulled into frustration. Valeana shook her head, “You only know the princes by their reputation, you do not know their character, the way they are with me–”

Clement pulled away, scoffing loudly, “I know Aemond is the cause of your first heartbreak, the reason why you walk with a wooden leg, and I know Aegon is the cause of your self hatred and the reason why you hide yourself from the world. This is all I need to know… So excuse me if I cannot fathom why you wish to consort with either of them, let alone harbour feelings.”

Valeana took a steady breath through her lips, her eyes closed to ground herself in the darkness behind her lids. “They have both reconciled with me.”

“Oh, they have, have they? When will they seek out father’s forgiveness then?” His question took her off guard. “Father was just as hurt as you were. He ended his friendship with the King over it… let go of his position on the Small Council, and left King’s Landing. Do not think you are the only victim here, sister.” 

“Please leave, Clement,” she ran her fingers over her eyes, where a headache was starting to bloom.

“I will not. I am not going to let you ignore the truth, Valeana… You have been causing an immense amount of stress on not only Ursula and father, but our sisters and brother as well. Everything has been revolving around your scandals, your love life, and it has put poor Shyla and Floris on the backburner. Floris, the poor thing, weeps at not being married still at her age. How do you think she feels seeing her step sister being the centre of attention? To have this many men flock to you and not her?”

“Floris,” she nearly yelled her name. “Floris is the reason why people whisper about me! Her insecurities are not my bloody problem, Clement! She could have been married off years ago, but she lets her pride and narcissism get in the way of it.

“She envies me, that is the truth of it. It’s always been like that – do you even notice the comments she makes of me? Floris is just as terrible as Aegon, Jacaerys and Lucerys was to me, even worse because we are family! It has been like that my entire fucking life with that woman… And you, father, mother, Arthor, and Shyla choose to ignore her belittling comments about my figure, because of what, Clement? Because you do not wish to cause strife among family? To choose sides? Or is it because you all believe her? You all agree I’m too fucking fat, but unlike Floris you keep your opinion behind your buttoned lips and avoidant eyes?”

Valeana did not give him room to respond, if he had any intention to, if he had any strength to. She pulled herself from her bed, embroidery loop forgotten, and slipped her feet into her shoes. Then, she bent down and secured the shoe’s strap around her wooden ankle, mindful to not run off on insecure shoes like last time.

“Where are you going?” 

“Since you refuse to leave, I will,” she marches over the door, and pulls it open with a violet jerk. 

“And which prince will you flock to?” He is standing up now, looking at her retreating back.

She paused in the threshold, her hand flexing on the handle of the door. “Neither,” she replied flatly, then slammed the door on him. 

When Valeana left her family’s wing, she had spotted Ellyn and Wylla walking in the gardens arm in arm from the loggia above. She fled to find some corner of the Keep for solitude, but when she saw them, she craved friendship more. They were whispering about something, giving each other looks that Valeana could not quite make out from where she stood. When she called out for them, they looked up, completely startled. Their bodies pulled away from each other as if they were caught committing a crime. 

Valeana tried not to think too much about it, especially since her thoughts were already at full capacity. Though as they sat in the grass, underneath a cherry blossom tree, away from courtiers and servants, Valeana couldn’t help but feel suddenly paranoid. The two were sharing looks with each other that she could not decipher, and she couldn’t help but wonder if they had been talking about her. 

Eyeing them warily, she decided to test the waters, “You two seem quiet.”

They looked at her slightly surprised, with Ellyn the first to speak, “Sorry… That nasty business in the Throne Room, it… it was just not expected.”

Wylla hummed in agreement, “I’ve seen a few executions, done by my father… Never seen anything so savage, however.” 

Valeana nodded, still unconvinced. Did they see her cling to Aemond after it happened? It was possible, though she was behind the Targaryen princes at the time, and she was fairly certain that people were more preoccupied by Ser Vaemond’s scalp rolling around the floor. 

Narrowing her eyes, she decided to press further, a little more boldly, “Are there any more whispers about me?” At their collective confusion, she added, “Only because you two seem quieter than usual, and I’m starting to wonder if you’ve learned something unsavoury that I should be concerned about.” 

Ellyn’s cheeks went pink, her eyes darting from Wylla, to the grass she was picking and peeling. They both shook their heads and cleared their throats. 

This time, Wylla answered, seeming genuine.  “No, nothing new. Only that bets have been challenged now that Jacaerys is in the running for your hand.”

Valeana rolled her eyes, “He isn’t. It was simply a brief moment in order to appease our parents.”

Ellyn raised an eyebrow mockingly, “So there we are back to two princes?”

Wylla tilted her head, “Or just one? I saw you and Aegon holding hands in the Throne Room.” 

“Is that all you saw?” They both looked genuinely confused. It was a bit of a relief, at least she knew they weren’t gossiping about her clinging to both Aegon and Aemond so publicly and judging her for it. As of right now, Aemond and hers reconciliation was not public knowledge; as far as the court is concerned, he was still courting Maris, and it was only the whispers that breathed life into the rumour of him yearning for Valeana. It was…  true, and well observed, but Valeana knew better to encourage the truth. Aemond needed to gently rid himself of Maris Baratheon, now more than ever. Having noticed how Shyla was slowly usurping Daeron Targaryen from Floris Baratheon, the tensions between Celtigars and Baratheons were becoming very tense, and it did not bode well for Valean’a own precarious circumstance.

Wylla’s eyes narrowed, “What else was there to see, Valeana?”

Val’s eyes flickered to Ellyn, who stared at her expectedly. She trusted this Baratheon with her past with Aemond, her feelings for him, but she did not know Ellyn’s relationship with her sisters very well. Did she approve of Maris’ match with him, or merely tolerated it? Would she choose Valeana or her sister? And the issue with young Floris and Shyla was a whole other added problem. The last thing Val wanted was to put Ellyn in a position of choosing between friendship and family. 

After kneading her lip with her teeth in thought, Valeana tentatively asked: “Ellyn… Is Maris… quite fond of Aemond?”

Ellyn seemed quite taken back by the question, but otherwise she appeared almost like she was harbouring knowledge she had yet to share. With a great sigh, the brunette nodded remorsefully, “She is. I’ve never seen her quite smitten but… She seems a bit agitated lately. Ever since the Hightower dinner, which…I know you’ve told me about. Maris has given me her own version of it, as did Daeron when he visited Floris one afternoon. My sister was quite affronted. Her intelligence is her biggest pride.”

“So suffice to say she isn’t my biggest fan.”

Ellyn huffed a soft laugh, “An understatement really. Um, she has also noticed… Aemond has become distant with her, and she has deduced it may be your doing. From what I overheard from her and Cassandra yesterday, your step-sister has been insinuating that you’ve been trying to seduce him.” 

Valeana sighed, rubbing the spot between her eyebrow and nose, “Of course she’s doing that. I somehow wonder if my beloved step sister has a plan, or she is simply lying freely, trying to see what people will believe and if it will ruin my character.” 

“I am surprised you aren’t trying to seduce him,” Wylla admitted thoughtfully, regarding Ellyn’s statement, “Given what you’ve told us. Didn’t you want him back? Or…has Prince Aegon snuffed that flame?” 

Valeana has done nothing but disprove the whispers about her and Aegon, particularly after the Hightower dinner when they publicized their (fake) courtship just to make Aemond jealous. It worked, though faster than she anticipated, and now she gathered how confused her two new friends probably were, given how much she had not shared with them since their last conversation about Val’s lovelife. The context between that drunken night to the present had not been divulged to them, and that was not just because she simply hadn’t the opportunity, but because she wasn’t accustomed to sharing vulnerable secrets. Valeana never actually had friends she could trust, she painfully realized; not since Aemond, and look how that turned out. 

She glanced around them, making sure they were very much alone. They had trailed far from the path, hidden in the grassy knolls, underneath the cherry blossom tree, surrounded by hydrangea bushes of various colours. The bushes and florals do a good job at muffling their voices as well as the noises of the world outside of their little sanctuary.

Licking her dry lips, Valeana geared herself to confess her sins, hoping that they would not judge her too harshly for her weaknesses. Hoping that Ellyn would at most be impartial to Valeana’s hand at effectively ruining Maris’ chance at a royal betrothal. 

“There is much I should– no, need to tell you. So much has happened…I do not know where to begin.”

Ellyn reached out and patted her arm, “Start from the beginning then?” 

With a harrowing sigh, Valeana nodded and began her complicated, long tale. She tripped over her words and backtracked when she remembered information that added more context, but she recounted everything. From the moment Aemond pulled her drunken self out of the Throne room, to her eve spent with Aemond in Queen Aemma’s old quarters. Yes, she even told them of Aemond’s apology on Maiden’s Day eve. Valeana even admitted to Aemond ravishing her tits that drunken night in the passageways, the morning before the Hightower supper. Even told them about the night at the secret terrace with Aegon. She also mentioned how she lost her maidenhead to a bloody horse, which was her attempt at humour and alleviating the tense conversation. 

In the end, her fingers were pressed in the corners of her eyes, head bowed over her crossed legs in exhaustion. Her head felt dull and heavy from a steady headache, one that began with Clement earlier. 

“I don’t know what I’m doing,” she confessed defeatedly. “This is all so new to me… All my life, I was prepared to either be a spinster, a septa, or a despondent wife to a lord that did not care for me. I never even entertained the idea that a man might… desire me at all, let alone two.” It was addicting, she admitted to herself. Selfishly she thought perhaps she could have them both, like Catelyn Redwyne’s story, but she knew that was impossible…Aemond and Aegon would never share her. They would spend the entire time trying to lay claim on her, like two opposing conquerors. 

Wylla’s hand patted her knee comfortingly, “Your life never ceases to amaze me, Valeana. Most women would kill to be in your position.”

“I am not one of those women,” Ellyn commented good naturedly. “Though I admit that it is a privilege to be fought over by two princes of the Realm.”

Valeana pulled her hands from her eyes and blinked tiredly at both of them, “What would you two do if you were in my position?”

“Choose neither and become a Septa,” Ellyn shrugged dismissively, but at Valeana’s pointed look, she sighed. “Honestly, I do not know. I suppose I would try to figure out who I could not live without.” 

Wylla nodded her agreement, “You will be spending the rest of your life with this man… I personally don’t think it is disgraceful to explore who you are compatible with, both emotionally and physically. Most of us do not get the leisure of testing the waters before we are thrown in.” 

Val nodded, because she had no choice but to agree. It still did nothing to ease her stresses, though. “The problem is that my decision will be at the expense of the other’s pain. And I do not wish to cause anyone pain… Not even your sister, Ellyn. Even if – and forgive me for saying so – even if she is a pretentious bitch.” 

Ellyn huffed, shaking her head, “Oh, do not worry, I don’t take offense to that. Maris loves to call me stupid whenever she gets a chance, so she deserves the insult.” Suddenly the brunette looked down at her hands for a moment, brow furrowed as if she was in a battle with her own thoughts. “I love my sisters, truly… I wish to see them contented. Though… I do not believe that the princes would ever give them the happiness they hope to have with them. I think Maris and our Floris both are blinded by their titles, of the little fairy tale of becoming princesses rather than actually understanding the gravity of it all.

“I saw immediately that Daeron is far too self-centered to care for my little sister truly, and she is far too meek to stand up for herself. He never asks questions about her, and if she does not ask questions about him, then there is no conversation to be had. As for Maris, well…she likes the idea of Aemond. Of someone who actually enjoys her mind, and shares academic conversations, but,” Ellyn lifted her shoulders in a shrug, “As far as I’m aware, they have not shared anything deeper. Though, I dare say, with all my sister’s intelligence, she isn’t particularly educated in matters of the heart. If it wasn’t Aemond, any man that showed an interest to her intellect and mind would be enough to convince her that they are in love with her.” 

“That does not make me feel any better, Ellyn,” Valeana picked at the grass too, covering her skirts with it. 

“I’m sorry,” she sighed. “I’m trying poorly to convey something… What I mean is… Do not feel guilty about it. My sisters are not compatible with either Aemond or Daeron. Floris is young, beautiful, she will not suffer singledom long. However, I do worry about Maris, but not for reasons you think. Maris is not stable.” 

With a furrowed brow, Valeana peered at Ellyn carefully, “What do you mean?”

“She does not like being insulted, which you did, but she also sees Aemond's sudden distance from her as an insult too. Maris is calm most of the time but, when she feels like she has been aggrieved, or humiliated, she is… reactionary, for lack of a better word. And with your step sister’s ill counsel… I fear she plans on doing something explosive to get back at you. I just do not know what, or when, or if it’ll happen at all. I just know my sister… And since you are my friend, I only wish for you to be cautious. Perhaps do not make your affections for Aemond so obvious, until the sky is clear, until Maris cannot do anything.” 

Tentatively, Valeana gave a soft nod, “Thank you for telling me. Though now I have to deal with your sister on top of my own. Is there anyone else out there that is trying to sabotage me for reasons unknown, that I should be aware of?” She turned to Wylla, “Do you have a sister I do not know about that is plotting to kill me?”

Wylla softly laughed, “Gods, no. Well, I have a half sister. She is baseborn, but she is not here, anyway. Besides, we northerners have no interest in pretty white-haired princes with soft bellies or thin waists. We like our men towering, hairy, and smelling like a campfire.” 

Ellyn wrinkled her nose at that, but otherwise said nothing. 

Valeana hummed, lifting up her leg to rest her arm on her knee, “Your brother smells cedarwood and raw masculinity, which also smells a bit like roasted venison. It does things to me.”

“You still try to covet my brother even with two Targaryen princes at your beck and call?”

“Key word is try,” Valeana shook the grass from her skirt in exasperation. In total unseriousness, she continued, “Though he seems too preoccupied with Alysanne Blackwood, and I cannot compete with a woman who breaks horses and looks like she can kill a man with her thighs.” 

“And I am sure she has!” 

Their laughter pulled their outing to a lighter conversation about this or that, leaving the stress of courtships and family behind. Though despite the change, something dreadful settled in Valeana’s gut as Ellyn’s warning about Maris echoed in her mind like a bad omen. She couldn’t shake the feeling; it felt like she was an animal, sensing the impending doom of a large, disastrous storm. 

CHAPTER THIRTY-TWO SNEAK PEAK Valeana flipped back over, only to see a shadow looming on the right side of the bed. Her heart leapt in her throat, momentarily gagging her as she jumped and gaped, a scream nearly escaping her lungs. His hand flew to her mouth.  “Shh, shh,” Aemond crouched down next to her bed, his grip over her mouth softening when he saw her shoulders cave. “It’s only me.” When he removed his hand from her mouth, she gave him a sharp whack on the shoulder, “Aemond, I swear to the old gods and the new, the next time you do that I’m going to throw you down a flight of stairs.” “Wouldn’t that be an interesting sight,” Said another, causing Valeana to jostle a second time. She and Aemond whirled their heads towards the door with wide and alarmed eyes. And there in the dim light she could make out the short wavy silver hair of Aegon. 

Notes: I hope that was worth the 2 week wait )x I still didn't do as much as I wanted in the last two weeks. Didn't realize how much I just needed to unplug during the holidays, what with work stress, among some other things and stuffs. Though the chapter I'm currently working on is nearly done. I just hope the one after doesn't take me just as long, otherwise I may need to do another two-week wait. Also I just wanted to point out...the amount of times I had to watch that Vaemond and dinner scene just to write this chapter, and the Fem!Aegon one shot was so absurd. It used to be my favourate episode, but now I can't even watch it again XD Anyway, once again, I hope everyone had good and safe holidays, <3

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Scars To Your Beautiful | Quarters Of The Undead AU

Summary: When Vec’s called in for an emergency surgery, Scud’s left to his own devices in the apartment that the two best friends share, much to Georgie’s “dismay”. What starts as an evening of sibling bickering becomes a bonding moment, and it turns out the two of them have a lot more in common that they originally thought.

Era: Pre-apocalypse.

Warnings: Swearing, mentions of blood, scars, talks about stab wounds, talks about animal attacks.

Word count: 3.8k.

Pairings: Georgie x Scud (Platonic with a capital P); Vec x Scud (Romantic, established).

A/N: No notes, except that I hope y’all like this! And also, Taylor and I have dubbed our readers for this AU “The Council”, so I sincerely hope that the council enjoys this.

“Oh, shit!”

At her best friend’s sudden and unexpected exclamation from another room, Georgie looked up from the assignments she was busy grading, her brow creasing in worry. She quickly got up from the desk chair in her bedroom and made haste out of the door, rushing towards the living room.

“Dia?” Georgie called, her voice slightly laced with panic. She only vaguely saw Vec’s boyfriend, Scud, in her peripheral vision, but she paid him little mind at that moment. “What happened? What’s wrong?”

Vec was running around the living room like a headless chicken, scrambling to gather her things. “There was a mass shooting. A bunch of people got heavily injured. I’m needed at the hospital right now. Multiple surgeries.”

“Oh, shit,” Georgie said with a grimace, echoing the exclamation that had prompted her out of her room in the first place. “Jesus, yeah, okay. Go. They need you.”

“Okay,” Vec nodded. She placed a quick kiss on Scud’s cheek, before looking back at Georgie. “I told Josh he could stay. I hope that’s alright?”

“Do I have a choice?” Georgie asked rhetorically, her tone laced with an underlying playfulness. “And do I have to play nice?”

Scud scoffed and rolled his eyes. “Didn’t realize the word ‘nice’ existed in your vocabulary.”

It was Georgie’s turn to roll her eyes. However, she chose not to comment on it. She instead sent Vec a smile that she hoped was reassuring. “Go. We’ll be fine. I guess I can tolerate him for a few hours.”

“Thank you! You’re amazing and I love you,” Vec replied almost breathlessly. She gave Georgie a quick hug before rushing towards the apartment door. “I’ll text you when I’m on my way home!”

“Okay!”

That one singular word tumbled out of not only Georgie’s mouth, but Scud’s, too. Georgie narrowed her eyes at her best friend’s boyfriend, her arms crossed over her chest.

“I’m pretty sure she was talking to me,” she stated matter-of-factly, moving over to make herself comfortable in the armchair.

Scud scoffed and shook his head. “Nah, pretty sure she was talkin’ to me. I’m her boyfriend, after all.”

“Yeah, and I’m her best friend. And roommate, who she shares this apartment with. Unless she moved in with you without telling me, I’m pretty sure this apartment is the home she’s coming back to, and since my name is on the lease, it would make sense for her to text me when she’s on her way home.”

Georgie had no idea if her explanation had made a lick of sense. Truthfully, she was exhausted and spouting things that came to mind without even properly thinking it over first. However, she refused to lose this particular ‘argument’, no matter how much nonsense she would have to spew to win it.

Scud simply sighed and raised his hands in mock-surrender. “Okay, okay. Fine, you win this one.” He yawned and lazily leaned back against the couch, his eyes trailing over to the television. “So I’m gonna go out on a limb here and say that you want the remote?”

“Obviously,” Georgie confirmed with a slight scoff, reaching over to grab the remote and mumbling a thanks when she took it from his grasp. She turned her attention back to the television, before laughing lightly to herself at what appeared on-screen.

Scud’s eyebrows raised in question at her unexpected laughter. “What’s so funny?”

“Nothing, I just…” she trailed off, vaguely motioning over to the screen. “I keep forgetting that you like watching the Powerpuff Girls.”

“Okay, you don’t have room to judge, lil’ miss ‘I go out of my way to watch Scooby-Doo after watching a horror movie’.”

Georgie let out a mockingly offended gasp. “Scooby is a national treasure, and if you dare insult him in my presence, I will drag you out of this apartment by your hair.”

“Jesus, keep your kinky bullshit for your boyfriend. I’m spoken for,” he grumbled halfheartedly, rolling his eyes at her dramatics. “Just change the channel already.”

Georgie shook her head and bit her tongue, but did what he asked and began flicking through the channels. The first two minutes was spent with the two bickering over which movie to watch, neither of them being able to decide on one, until Georgie stopped on a channel that was playing Top Gun. Thankfully, that seemed to settle the debate.

The two sat watching the movie in relative silence for a few minutes. However, Scud began feeling fidgety, the need to strike up a conversation strong. After another moment’s hesitation, he sighed, successfully capturing Georgie’s attention.

“So, Vee tells me that you’re a teacher,” he began, continuing when she hummed in confirmation. “What do you teach? And how long have you been a teacher?”

“I teach English. And I’ve been a teacher for about six years now, give or take.” Georgie looked over at him, surprised to see him genuinely interested in what she had to say. With that, she felt confident enough to continue on with the conversation. “What about you? How long have you been an auto mechanic?”

“A couple of years. I didn’t always work with cars, though.” Scud fiddled with a loose thread on his shirt in an attempt to busy his hands. “I used to work for this guy named Blade. I used to design weapons for him. He was cool. A bit sketchy at times, but he was alright.” He stopped for a moment, his eyes widening slightly as he leaned forward to tell Georgie a ‘secret’. “Don’t tell anyone I told you this, but I think he might have been a vamp.”

Georgie’s eyebrows raised at that. She had to refrain the urge to comment on it, wanting to keep the rather pleasant chatter going. “A vampire?” she repeated, her tone laced with amusement.

“Yup,” he confirmed. It was not lost on him that she did not fully believe his tale, but he appreciated the fact that she did not make fun of him for it. “I can’t be one hundred percent sure, though, but I definitely think that he was.” He shook his head in an attempt to rid himself of those thoughts. “Anyways, enough about that. I’d rather not think about it.”

“Fair enough,” Georgie said with a shrug. If there was one thing that she wholeheartedly believed in, it’s that if someone didn’t want to talk about something, it was best not to pry. “What do you wanna talk about?”

“Hmm. Anything at all,” Scud replied, leaning back against the couch. “Vee also told me that the two of you work together at the hospital sometimes. I’d love to hear more about that.”

“Oh! Yeah, I volunteer at Atlanta General,” Georgie began, her posture straightening as she eagerly began answering his question. “I started volunteering a few years ago. I do it whenever I have the chance.”

“What do ya do? When you volunteer, I mean.”

“Anything I’m allowed to do. Talking to patients, helping them get from place to place, bringing them their meals, things like that. I even help nurses on their rounds sometimes. I’m obviously not allowed to give the patients meds and stuff like that, but I can help them feel more comfortable when they have to get poked and prodded with needles.”

“That sounds awesome,” Scud voiced, his eyebrows raised as he took in everything she said, surprisingly—to Georgie, at least—paying attention to every word that slipped past her lips. “So you just get to hang around the hospital and help people out. That’s cool as shit. Where do I sign up?”

A laugh unwillingly slipped past Georgie’s lips. She shook her head and shrugged. “It’s not that easy. There’s a lot of things that needs to happen before you can start volunteering.”

“Like what?” he inquired.

“Well, for one, background checks. If your history is even slightly sketchy, I don’t think you would be able to do what I’m allowed to do. And you have to be able to withstand the obscenities that comes with stubborn and deranged patients. The healthcare industry isn’t for everyone. Hell, I only volunteer and I have had some shitty days at the hospital. Vec is a surgeon. She has had her fair share of shitty days.”

“You don’t hear me arguin’ about that,” he told her, nodding his head in agreement. “Vee has told me about some of them. I would never be able to do what she does.”

“Honestly, I don’t think I could, either,” Georgie agreed, mindlessly picking at the peeling nail polish on her nails. “She’s remarkably strong. She deals with so much stuff on a daily basis, and she willingly keeps going through it because she loves what she does, bad days or not. I think that’s amazing.”

Scud hummed in agreement, his eyes growing wistful at the mere thought of his girlfriend. “Yeah. She’s amazin’...” he trailed off, a dopey smile spreading across his face as he thought about Vec.

Georgie chuckled. “Do you need a moment? You gotta rub out a quick one while you wait for her? I can go back to my room. Pop in my earbuds while you do it. I wouldn’t judge you at all.”

Scud snapped out of his thoughts and sent a small, albeit playful, glare at Georgie. “You know, for someone who claims to be awkward, you sure do make a lot of inappropriate jokes.”

“Only around the people I’m comfortable with, so you should feel special, Joshua.”

“Oh, yeah. I’m feeling real special right now, Marianne.” He rolled his eyes and leaned back in his seat, hoping that his cheeks weren’t showing how much that joke of hers had made him embarrassed. “Moving on now. You said that you’ve had some shitty days at the hospital while volunteerin’. Is it okay if I ask about that?”

Georgie hesitated for a moment, before nodding slightly. “What do you wanna hear about first? A PG story or a juicy one?”

“Juicy one, always,” he said, picking up the glass of water next to him and taking a sip from it.

“I got stabbed by a patient once.”

That took Scud off guard. He nearly choked on his water, the man having to hit himself on the chest a couple of times to help ease his coughing. When he managed to calm himself down, he turned his attention back to Georgie, the woman having an apologetic look on her face.

“Sorry. I probably should have warned you. Are you okay?”

Scud nodded, letting out one last cough. “Yeah, I’m fine, but Jesus Christ. Of everythin’ I thought you were gonna say, “I got stabbed” certainly wasn’t on that list. I thought you were gonna say that you got thrown up on or somethin’.”

“Oh, I have been thrown up on before. Believe me, that’s not fun at all,” Georgie told him.

“I can believe that.” A few beats of silence passed, before Scud spoke up again. “So… you got stabbed…”

“Yeah…”

“Is it okay if I ask how that happened?” he asked tentatively, because he wasn’t sure how touchy she was about that particular subject.

Georgie nodded slowly. She sighed, sank down into the armchair, before beginning her tale. “That happened almost two years ago. I was helping this nurse named Sarah with her rounds. She was swamped that day. When things were winding down, and I was getting ready to call it a day and go buy some takeout for the movie night Vec and I were gonna have, I heard Sarah yelling for help from a patient’s room. I rushed to see what was happening, and this guy had ripped the tubes and stuff from his arms. I don’t know where he got it from, but he had a knife. He was very frantic, yelling about the faceless monsters in the room that were trying to hurt him. In his mind, Sarah was one of those faceless monsters.”

Georgie stopped for a moment to catch her breath, her heart pounding at the mere thought of what had happened that day, before ultimately continuing. “Everything that happened after that was a blur. I remember calling out down the hallway for help, before moving to help Sarah get the guy sedated. However, before I could, I saw the guy try to grab her, and I jumped between them to try and push him back. My mistake was that I didn’t realize that he was gonna push the knife into my abdomen.”

Scud’s eyes widened at that. “Oh, fuck.”

“All I remember before falling to the floor in a pool of my own blood was this excruciating pain, and the look of pure, unadulterated horror on Sarah’s face as the security guards and other doctors rushed in. I also remember feeling so scared. I mean, just moments before, I was getting ready to go get takeout and come back to pick up my best friend for a movie night, and now I was gonna die. That’s all I could think about as I was being tended to and lifted onto a stretcher.”

The sound of the song that played as the movie credits rolled on the screen was all that could be heard for a moment as Georgie gathered her thoughts. “I don’t remember much after that. I think I must have passed out. When I woke up again, though, it was in a hospital bed. Doctors told me that I was lucky that I was still alive. Apparently, I almost bled out on the table. It was touch and go during most of the surgery.”

“Holy shit.” Those were the only words that left Scud’s mouth. He was stunned at what he heard. He truly did not know what to say to that.

Georgie chuckled bitterly and shrugged. “Yeah. It was bad. I even got a scar out of the whole deal. It’s… it’s not exactly pretty…”

Scud nodded and huffed a breath of disbelief. “Believe me, I know all about scars that ain’t exactly pretty.”

That got Georgie’s attention. “What do you mean?”

“I don’t wanna take away from your moment. Are you sure I can talk about this?”

“Yes, of course.”

“Okay…” Scud trailed off, pushing himself up from the couch to stand in front of Georgie. “Promise not to get grossed out?”

What could he mean by that? However, Georgie nodded. “I promise,” she said sincerely.

Scud inhaled deeply, held it for four seconds, before exhaling again. “Alright. Feast your eyes.”

Georgie could not help the way her eyes widened. As the fabric of Scud’s shirt got tugged upwards, more and more jagged pink lines got revealed, a stark contrast against his otherwise pale skin.

“Oh…” she voiced softly, her eyebrows furrowing together as her chocolate eyes raised to meet the ocean-coloured ones of her best friend’s boyfriend. “Is—is it okay if I ask—”

“How I got them?” he finished for her, a small, albeit strained, chuckle leaving his chest. “Yeah, it’s fine.” He lowered his shirt and sat back down on the plush cushions of the couch, absentmindedly fiddling with his fingers. “It was an animal attack. I was out hiking in the woods with one of my buddies one day a few years ago when I got attacked from behind. I fell and hit my head against a rock, and everything went blurry. I managed to crawl forward and turn myself around onto my back, but I couldn’t really see anything because my vision was dipping.”

Scud went silent for a split second, the memory of that day still hard to think about. “I did see claws, though. Long, sharp claws that dug into my flesh and tore chunks from my stomach. The last thing I remember before I blacked out was an agonizing pain. A pain I haven’t felt before or since then. I woke up in the hospital almost two days later.”

“Jesus,” Georgie grimaced, her eyebrows raised in shock. “God, that sounds awful.”

“Yup,” Scud sighed and shook his head. “It was really bad. The doctors said that I almost didn’t survive the surgery, either. The internal bleeding was hard to get under control. And yet, I lived. Despite all the odds being stacked against me, I flipped death the bird and said ‘not today’. And I have these—” He motioned to his covered stomach. “—to show that I survived something that medical professionals said should have killed me. I think that fact alone—that I survived a wild animal attack—gives me a solid reason to feel like a badass. You said the doctors had a hard time keeping you alive on that table when you got stabbed?”

“Yeah. The knife punctured my spleen or something. To be completely honest, I don’t really know. I’ve been trying to forget what happened that day. I don’t wanna know the details. I survived, and I wanna leave it at that.”

“Exactly. You survived, and now you’re livin’. You’re not lettin’ what happened that day shape your everyday life. And your scar doesn’t make you any less awesome. It shows that you overcame what happened to you that day, and that makes you a certified badass.”

Georgie could not help the small smile that spread across her face. Now she understood more than ever why Vec was so head over heels for Scud. Sure, he could be an unserious guy with smart ass comments, but when the situation called for it, he knew exactly how to be a source of comfort. The man’s words made her feel so much better about what happened two years prior. He understood how she felt in a way that most other people in her life could not.

“Thank you,” she whispered softly. And she truly meant those words.

Scud shrugged nonchalantly. “I’m only statin’ facts. No need to get all mushy about it. You’re gonna make my snacks taste weird.”

Georgie rolled her eyes, but a laugh escaped her nonetheless. “God, you’re an asshole.”

Scud grinned. “So I’ve been told.” A few beats of silence passed before he spoke up again. “Seriously, though. No thanks needed. I’m only telling you what I needed to hear back then, but I had nobody to tell me that. You don’t have to be ashamed of it.”

“Do you wanna see it? You showed me yours. I think it’s only fair you see mine.”

The question came as a surprise to Scud, but he agreed nonetheless. “Of course. Unless it requires you to remove your shirt or your pants, then no. No offense, but I don’t wanna see that.”

The Hawkins woman rolled her eyes and shook her head with a small smile. “No, don’t worry. A good chunk of my scar can be seen without getting naked, don’t worry.”

“Thank god,” Scud breathed in relief. “Alright, then. Don’t leave me in suspense.”

Georgie stood up from the armchair and slightly lifted her shirt, just enough for Scud to see her scar. It trailed down from the side of her waist, right below her ribcage, and disappeared down her sweatpants. It was definitely not something Georgie was particularly fond of, but she hoped that, with time, she could come to see it the way Scud saw his scars. It was a really good way to look at it, and she was going to try her hardest to adapt that mentality.

“Wow,” Scud muttered, his eyebrows nearly flying into his hairline. “That’s a big one. Why? I mean, a knife can’t be that big, can it?”

“No.” Georgie lowered her shirt and sat back down in her seat. “That’s how far they had to cut me open for some reason. You can ask Vec why when she comes back. I don’t know why. I didn’t do my own surgery.”

“Vee did your surgery?” Scud inquired.

Georgie shook her head. “No,” she began. “She wanted to, but they wouldn’t let her. It was a conflict of interest, us being best friends and all. And according to the nurses, she was way too emotional to do it even if she was allowed to. She wasn’t even allowed to sit in that room above the OR and watch the surgery. She had to wait in the waiting room.”

“Oh, shit.” Scud’s heart broke for both Georgie and Vec. Georgie, because she had to go through all of that, and Vec, because he just knows she would have been an emotional wreck. Not knowing whether or not her best friend would make it off of the surgery table, and not being able to help, must have been hard.

“Yup.” Georgie shook her head and smiled at him. “But I’m good now! I’m alive and well. Only thing that’s killing me now is my workload.”

Scud chuckled at that. “It’s that bad, huh?”

“You have no idea,” Georgie said with a heavy sigh. “I have over thirty assignments I need to have graded by tomorrow waiting on my desk. I’m kinda procrastinating at the moment. I really need to get back to them, though.”

“Go. Don’t let me stop you,” he told her, nodding his head towards the hallway that lead to her room. “I’ll be fine. I promise I won’t burn the place down.”

“People who won’t cause trouble like that usually don’t feel the need to say it.”

“Just go,” Scud replied with an eye roll.

Georgie laughed and stood up. “Okay.” Before she turned around and left, Georgie sent Scud a genuine smile, one that spoke volumes of her appreciation for his reassurance earlier. “Thank you for earlier. I really appreciate it.”

“No problem. Now go. Those assignments won’t grade themselves. Go give some kid you don’t like a failing grade just because you can.”

Choosing not to comment on that, Georgie shook her head and disappeared down the hallway, effectively leaving Scud alone to his own devices. He sighed and stood up from the couch, walking towards the kitchen to get himself a glass of water. As the glass got filled, he felt his phone buzz in his pocket. When he pulled it out, he saw that it was a text from Vec, which made him smile.

Vee <3: On my way home right now. Ended up only being needed for one surgery.

Josh: That’s awesome! Can’t wait to see you again.

Georgie—who sat at her desk in her room—read the same text that had been sent to her by Vec. She smiled at the message and sent her best friend a reply.

Georgie: That’s great! I’m glad everything worked out.

Georgie: We have a bunch to talk about when you get home.

Dia🌙: Should I be worried?

Georgie: Not at all. But you’re gonna be super proud of your boyfriend, that’s for sure, and I’m not being sarcastic right now.

Dia🌙: Oh? Colour me very intrigued.

Georgie belongs to me.

Vec belongs to @thevegandarkelf.

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[leviathans-watching]

om m.list ━ brothers (part 1)

[back] | [part 2]

➳ edit 7/11/23: i hit 100 links on here, so everything posted on/after this date will be found in part 2!!

cupping their cheeks

awkward/embarrassing situations they've been in

sleeping/waking up with them (includes dateables)

dancing with them (includes dateables)

how they confess to you

"you were mean to me in my dream" (includes diavolo)

choosing the 'parent' tiktok trend (includes diavolo & barbatos)

chill mc (includes barbatos & simeon)

mc's afraid of bugs

mc doesn't celebrate their birthday (includes dateables)

rejecting them

rejecting them alt version

calling them by a pet name

when they hurt your feelings

coming out as nonbinary

mc w/ braces

seeing you in cute pjs

mc's afraid of needles

reactions to teaching diavolo wap

when you have a nightmare

wanting to cuddle you

teen delinquent!mc

holding their hands

reactions to you crying

comforting you when your dreams are insulted

hardworking mc

sharing their birthdate

sharing their birthdate alt version

calling them your whole world

using their shampoo (includes diavolo & simeon)

how they act on vacation

'losing interest' tiktok prank

defending you from a creep

coming out as ace (includes solomon)

when they're jealous

when they see snow

catching you sleeping

when you have art/writers block

"would you still love me if i were a worm"

waking them up to ask if they're asleep

at your wedding

burned-out mc

'the ick' prank

slow dancing with them

comforting a heartbroken mc

their morning routines

going on a boba date with them

seeing mc all bundled up for the cold

using kisses as leverage

picking them up from the airport

them as seasons

how they give you the ick

touching their horns/tails/etc.

slow learner mc

mc w/ glasses

before you

falling asleep in front of them

valentine’s day with the obey me boys

explaining the dentists to them | part 2

mc on their period

mc isn’t playing therapist

"i didn't want to be here"

you're dating someone?!?!?

mc’s brothers

carving pumpkins with them

nowhere to go for the holidays

mc with type 1 diabetes

when they (try to) surprise you

when they turn into toddlers

having a hard time in the human realm

comforting you after a loss

chaotic/feral mc texts (includes dateables)

photo not loading

adult twins are cringe

pride month?

deleting everyone cute

mc craving sweets during that time of the month

obey me boys as funny tweets | part 2 | part 3 | part 4 | pt 5 | (includes dateables)

the brothers at university

pet names they call you (includes dateables)

om characters as wikihow memes (includes dateables)

obey me bros + pinterest nails

“he wants to order”

things not to say when someone comes out (includes dateables)

D&D(evildom) Beyond! - 6.5k, oc!mc

“Leviathan, Abel, what were you doing?” Lucifer prompts, and the two share a look.

“We were playing Dungeons and Dragons,” Leviathan begins slowly, “which, now that I’m looking–”

“–Our opening scene was awfully similar to this,” Abel finishes.

“Wait, are you saying you think we’re in your campaign?” Satan asks, eyes wide, and Leviathan nods.

“I mean, it makes total sense,” he says with budding excitement. “Like, I’m obviously supposed to be a ranger, Abel’s definitely an artificer, and Lucifer’s a total paladin. This is so cool, it’s like my dreams are being brought to life right before my eyes!”

my new neighbors are demons *not clickbait* - 1.3k

I love your writing ❤️❤️❤️

Can I request a shot with MC’s neighbor sort of just moving in and seeing the shenanigans of MC’s life that is the three realms.

Chaotic lessons from Solomon.

Accidentally catching MC using magic through a window they forgot to close.

Talking to Dia and Barbatos and Dia missing all social cues and taking everything literally.

Either be MC x Mammon or platonic with all

But also the brothers as they waltz into MC’s home whenever they are or are not in their home.

I can also see luke and mc bringing this guy extra sweets they baked

I’m sorry, I know this is a lot. I just thought your writing would match this perfectly.

come hell or high water - WIP; fem!reader

“Let’s get one thing straight,” he barks. “I don’t like you, nor do I respect you. This whole program is utterly ridiculous and I fear Prince Diavolo is a fool for suggesting such a thing. You’re just a lowly human, got that? You’ll always be nothing, especially to me, The Great Mammon.”

If he was looking for tears or offense, you were afraid that is not what he’d receive. You’d been playing the court since you were young, so these insults were nothing new to you. Actually, it was almost a relief for him to underestimate you because of your status as a human, and not a woman. Men were so dreadfully pigheaded sometimes, and you were sick and tired of having to play the good girl card, only smiling demurely instead of sharing your mind as you wished.

“Not going to say anything?” Lord Mammon snorts, and you cock your head at him.

“My apologies, Lord Mammon,” you say, “for I had not realized you were done speaking. I’m afraid I wasn’t listening all that closely.” Lord Mammon gapes at you, but you’re not finished. “Furthermore, I don’t know what the women down here are like, but I assure you, a few brash curse words and scowls thrown my way is not enough to scare me.”

(A Regency AU. Sort of)

mc on her period - 1.5k; fem!reader

“MC?” he asks, stepping closer to you. You manage a weak smile though you think it may have come across as a painful grimace. “Are you sick? Why are you huddled on the couch with like-” he pauses, eyes flicking over you, “-five blankets?”

You’re still not super used to any of them, what with you only having been in the Devildom for a few weeks, but you figure there’s no need to mince words. Demons could handle a bit of vaginal bleeding, couldn’t they?

“I’m on my period,” you say, and he winces. Maybe they couldn’t.

Sticks & Stones - 13k

“MC seemed off today, right?” Satan asked, looking at his brothers.

“For sure.” Belphie agreed, and it was quiet for a moment.

“I was going to ask why they were wearing your jacket, Mammon, but now I’m more worried about this,” Leviathan remarked, and Mammon smirked a little, but it was overshadowed by concern for his human.

“To be honest,” Asmo dabbed at his mouth daintily with a napkin. “I’ve been noticing it for a little while now, not just today.”

“As have I.” Lucifer seemed more serious than usual. “It is our duty as MC’s hosts to make sure that their time in the Devildom is satisfactory, and if they’re feeling down, it would be a good idea to know why.”

“Because we’re their hosts,” Mammon mocked. “Lucifer, we’re all worried about them, so ya can admit it too.”

* * *

You had been feeling a little low in terms of yourself, and the brothers decide to remind you if your self worth.

Are We Really Sure Crazy Equals Genius? - 2.5k; fem!reader

anon ask: can i request a obey me fic where female mc is super badass but also kinda crazy? like she has a gun or something idrk? thanks xx

[melverie]

⸺ LESSON 9 ⸺

Solomon

Barbatos

demons & angels (& humans)

the 'MC is human' situation

records of a banshee

misc

- lesson 8 || lesson 10 || all posts so far -

HI I JUST WANT TO SAY THAT THE REBLOGS ON LESSON 8 ARE SO SWEET!!! <3333 I thought that this would mostly just be me throwing things around to help make sense of my own theory on NB's identity, but seeing that people are actually exited to see this back means a lot, so thank you guys <3 And sorry that this part once again took a little longer ;-; General spoiler warning for all of Obey Me Nightbringer, as well as for the original Obey Me

⸺ SOLOMON ⸺

Solomon finally made it back and just casusally brings a dragon egg back with him [9-2]. Sure. I'm not questioning his antics anymore; he's nowhere near to being my main Nightbringer candidate

Solomon makes the hypothesis that maybe Nightbringer is the reason we're here?! No way!! :o [9-2] -> but in all seriousness, it's nice that he's trying to tell us as much as possible of what he knows

Solomon claims that Diavolo can definitely be trusted [lesson 9 hard mode]. I'm actually taking his word here because 1. we know that Solomon cares a lot about MC and their safety, 2. we learn next lesson that Solomon has some sort of agreement going on with Nightbringer, and 3. that Nightbringer just threatened MC's safety. I just genuinely see no reason why he would lie about who is and who isn't trustworthy here

⸺ BARBATOS ⸺

Barbatos worrying about MC [9-8; pic below]

he tells us completely umpropted where Beelzebub is held captive [9-8; pic below] -> Solomon decides to follow him since he also wants to talk with Barbatos about the entire teleportation thing [9-8] -> both Barbatos and Solomon heading to where Beelzebub is held captive caused quite a headache for me...but we'll get to that next lesson!

⸺ DEMONS & ANGELS (& HUMANS) ⸺

illusion!Diavolo and illusion!Simeon fight over who should get to lead/support humans--demons or angels [9-A] -> also, illusion!Diavolo talks about leading humans to happiness. Leading someone else to happiness seems to be Nightbringer's favorite past time, would you look at that :)

⸺ THE 'MC IS HUMAN' SITUATION ⸺

taking this opportunity to just say how much I love serious Dia, thank you for listenting <3 (putting this in here because it's in regard to MC's expulsion since Diavolo found out they are a human) -> that being said, he mentions that his father entrusted the Devildom to him [9-7], but like,, when?? He literally fell into a coma?? Did he wake up in the middle of it like "oh by the way son, before I forget" and then passed tf out again???

⸺ RECORDS OF A BANSHEE ⸺

the brothers show up during Diavolo's talk about MC's expulsion and we learn that Beelzebub is now being held prisoner because he wrecked the castle at yesterday's dinner party [9-7]. This is the timeline of it all:

1. MC gets their letter summoning them to the Demon Lord's Castle [lesson 9 hard mode], and the brothers + Simeon and Luke participate in the dinner party at the Demon Lord's Castle. We don't know which one happens first 2. at some point during the dinner party, Lucifer talks about him aquiring a record of a banshee's song [9-14] -> according to the others, this caused Beelzebub to completely lose it, which ended up with him causing significant damage to the castle -> Belphegor later on mentions that something was wrong with Beelzebub at the time [9-7] 3. the next day, Beelzebub gets a letter summoning him to the Demon Lord's Castle and is imprisonened 4. after that, MC has their meeting with Diavolo and they talk about MC having to return to the human world 5. during that meeting, the brothers show up and demand for Beelzebub to be released 6. Lucifer basically gives up right after getting there (??? WHY did you even go there in the first place then, my guy???). Before he leaves, he tells Diavolo that ultimately, he doesn't accept them either -> Diavolo is distraught by this comment 7. Barbatos suggests continuing this meeting some other time and accompanies MC and Solomon a little. Before parting ways, he explicitly tells them where Beelzebub is being held captive 8. Solomon and MC split up; Solomon follows Barbatos to where Beelzebub is being imprisoned, and MC heads to the House of Lamentation to talk to the brothers and find out what happened

withholding my thoughts for now because there is one last detail happening in lesson 10 that kinda ties the entire thing together, but I will already say that based on how the characters present described the entire situation [9-14; all three pics below], Beelzebub's meltdown seems too big to be caused by the mention of a banshee

⸺ MISC ⸺

we now know why Mammon is so afraid of ghosts [9-2]

mandatory moment where I talk about my husband: a) Satan's first time seeing a cat, you love to see it <3 [9-10] b) can you hear the sound of my heart breaking? :< [9-8; pic below]

Satan's quote from the website! [9-10; pic below]

Belphegor tells MC about Lilith [9-16]

illusion!Luke says this [9-A; pic below]. HUH :D

[leviscolwill]

soleil pluvieux

pairing: rúben dias x reader

summary: you never thought you'd be grateful for manchester's shitty weather, but that was before you met rúben at your usual bus stop [wc: ~680]

contents: strangers to ??? (🤭), just fluffy stuff

note: i should be writing the 16839 wips i've started but this idea was too irresistible not to write... also i'm aware ruben would not take the bus but he's doing it for the plot 🙄

now playing: soleil pluvieux by yvnnis (novae)

your friends would describe you as a control freak, but it wasn't totally true. you just liked to have your life together and fully organised.

but one of the very few things you couldn't control in your life was the weather. for example, you couldn't predict that this sunny day would be darkened by rainy clouds. because that was the weatherman's job, something he couldn't do properly, it seemed. so here you were, in your pretty sundress, getting rained on, on what was supposed to be a perfectly sunny day.

you mentally cursed the weatherman as you arrived at your bus stop, noticing your next bus to be in 12 minutes. enough time to get completely soaked by the time you get home, you thought.

you sensed someone stilling next to you, and the rain suddenly stops. you look up, only to meet eyes with the stranger. a tall man, with brunette hair and charming brown eyes, sharing half of his umbrella with you.

"i thought you might appreciate a break from the rain." he told you looking deep into your eyes.

for some reason, you were taken aback by his voice and his accent. you weren't one to lose your bearings often, but something about him made you stumble on your words.

"you would be right... i guess. i mean you would be right about that, getting rained on is never nice so..." it felt like the words were tripping out of your mouth and lost all their meanings.

the stranger chuckled, a beautiful sound, one you would want to listen to forever you thought.

"i'm rúben, and you are..?"

you gave him your name in something that resembled a whisper, but somehow rúben understood you, saying your name back, mostly to himself.

"pretty name." you felt your cheeks heat up at his comment.

"do you usually carry an umbrella everywhere you go ?" you were taken aback by his flirty manners and the way his eyes looked so intently into yours, tracing their way to your lips once in a while. so you tried to put him on the spot as well.

but rúben simply laughed, a loud and hearty laugh that surprised you more than your question surprised him.

"it's manchester, you should always have your umbrella ready."

he was right, manchester's weather was unpredictable. and you carried your umbrella with you whenever you felt the day was about to turn rainy, but today was supposed to be a sunny day, in your mind at least.

"i suppose you're right..." you grumbled, if there was one thing you hated, aside from untrustworthy weathermen, it was being wrong.

"my bus should be here soon... can i give you my phone number ?"

once again, you were confused by the brunette. usually, people would ask for your number, not the other way. this time, rúben put you out of your misery and explained himself.

"in case you need someone to share their umbrella with you one day, and maybe we could get a coffee or whatever you like really."

for the first time since rúben spoke to you, he seemed a little flustered. his cheeks were reddening by the second and his eyes left yours to look at his shoes.

you handed him your phone with a smile as he quickly wrote his name and number in your contacts as he saw his bus coming.

he gave you a quick smile, handing back your phone. he got on the bus and that's when you realised he also gave you his umbrella.

when you looked over at him in surprise, you were met by his pretty smile and a cute wave.

you had a smile glued to your face on your way home thinking about today's funny and unexpected encounter.

once you were finally home you snapped a quick photo of the umbrella and sent it to rúben with a text.

i guess i'm the one who has to share the umbrella now.

[menagerofmischief]

Hello, idk if you are comfortable writing for dom!female reader, if not you can just leave that one out :)

Server: Franco Colapinto

Starter: hummus nachos

Hot appetizer

Mains: carbonara

Drinks: espresso (dom!reader)

Pumpkin spice latte

Dessert: Yes

Favorite track: monza

Dia's Diner Menu

hummus nachos teammates hot appetizer sweet sex carbonara "Look so good on my cock" espresso dom/sub (dom!reader) pumpkin spice latte losing virginity (virgin!Franco) dessert aftercare + mint tea body worship (on the house)

Franco Colapinto x Williams!driver!reader

TW: unprotected sex (don't do it tho), dom!reader, cowgirl

WC: 1.4k

A/N: I haven't written anything in a while so this may actually be shit. Also, not BETA'D, we die like Logan's F1 career.

It all started rather simply, really. A bunch of people from the grid went out clubbing to celebrate the end of the race and the three week break that was going to follow it. The club was full of people, music loudly blasting from the speakers. 

One drink after another and one thing leading up to the next, I ended up dancing with Franco. He was the newest addition to my team, two races in after he replaced Logan mid season, Franco was turning up to be a rather good driver. 

We’ve been friendly right from the start, possibly more than friendly if you counted all those light touches and consonant flirting. It was safe to say we were being much more than friendly right now as my hips were grinding against his while his face was hidden in the crook of my neck, lips gently sucking on the skin there.

“Do you want to go back to the hotel?” I barely managed to ask, the heat around us and his lips on my neck making it hard to find my voice and speak up.

“Yes,” he breathed out, hands gripping my waist. “Please.”

≻───── ⋆✩⋆ ─────≺

We barely made it to my hotel room, stopping our exploring touches and pulling away once the elevator doors slid open and rushing to open the door and get inside. 

As soon as I closed the door I was back to lightly touching Franco, leaning my body into his and kissing him deeply, feeling his tongue run against my own.

“God, you’re so pretty.” I said, pulling away from him to get a good look. His hair was messed up, cheeks flushed red and eyes half closed. 

He let out a breathless laugh, smiling at me before diving back down into another kiss. “Please,” he all but whined, hands tugging at the bottom of my dress.

“Please what?” I asked, lips brushing against his with every word spoken. “You need to use your words to tell me what you want, pretty boy.”

“Want you,” he said, voice barely above a whisper. “Need you. Need to feel you, please”

“There we go,” I said, a smile playing on my lips while my fingers were quickly undoing the buttons of his shirt. Once the last button was popped open Franco wasted no time in shrugging his shirt off, leaving his upper body bare.

“Fuck,” my hands moved on their own, first palms flat against his chest, his stomach and muscles and then moving to explore every inch of his skin I could. 

“Never done this before . . . Feels good, fuck.” He said under his breath but I caught every word, my movement instantly stopping while I stared at him. His eyes opened wide, pupils blown as he realized what he said and panic became noticeable on his face.

“You’re a virgin?”

I went to pull my hand away but he grabbed my wrist before I could and returned it to his chest. “Don’t stop, please don’t stop. I’m not entirely inexperienced I promise! I know how to pleasure you, please let me…”

“No sweetheart it’s not that.” I lifted one hand up to cup his cheek, offering him a comforting smile which seemed to ease his nerved just a bit. “It’s just . . . are you sure you want to do this? With me? Now?”

“Yeah, yes - I’m sure, I’ve never been more sure of anything.” 

“Okay,” I whispered, watching as his shoulders relaxed. “Let’s get these off then.” I touched the waistband of his jeans and Franco eagerly nodded, reaching to open his jeans but I moved his hands aside and did it myself.

I kneeled down, hearing Franco’s breath hitch, his eyes focused on me. I pulled his jeans down, leaning to place a kiss on each of his thighs. “You’re the prettiest boy I’ve ever seen,” I told him, stroking the skin of his thigh before reaching to pull down his boxers as well. “With the prettiest dick too.”

I placed a kiss on the tip of his cock causing Franco to moan. One of his hands went into my hair, grabbing a fist full and gently pulling me back. I looked up at him through my eyelashes and saw the look of desperation on his face. 

“I’d love that, really would,” he rambled, his fingers easing in my hair making sure not to pull any out. “But I need to feel you around me, please. Wanna be in you, please, please!”

“Come on, let’s get on the bed,” I said, pulling off my dress while Franco eagerly scrambled to sit on the bed, pushing himself up towards the headboard. I took my panties off as well, leaving myself in my bra only and made my way to join Franco on the bed.

I crawled up the bed until I was straddling Franco, the tip of his cock barely rubbing against my clit causing me to take a few breaths. “Gonna let me ride you, baby?” 

Franco moaned when I slid my pussy against the length of his dick, his hands coming up to grip my waist for support. “Yes,” he whispered, voice thick with desire and need. “Ride me. Use me for your pleasure.”

I wasted no time, reaching a hand between our bodies to grab his dick and position the tip at my already slick entrance. I slowly sunk down on his, hissing at the initial stretch and the burn of getting used to his size.

After a few seconds I began moving, lifting up my hips a few inches and pushing them back down again, making both of us moan. Franco’s hands slipped from my waist to the back of my thighs, he gripped them hard enough for me to know they were going to bruise tomorrow, and began helping me bounce on his cock.

“Fuck,” Franco grunted, face scrunched up in please. “Look so good on my cock. Feel amazing too. So much better than I imagined.”

“Yeah?” I asked, with a breathless laugh. “Imagined me bouncing on your dick, using you to get my fill. Did you touch yourself while thinking about what I would sound like with your dick in my pussy?”

Franco whined. I could tell he was getting close by the way his cock twitched inside of me. He let go of my thighs, one hand wrapping around me and pulling me closer to his chest while the other sneaked between us to rub on my clit.

My body felt like it was on fire, every nerve light up with his touch. It felt good, all of it felt so good. His dick sliding in and out of me, hitting my sensitive spots with every movement, his tip kissing against my cervix from how deep he was and his fingers desperately rubbing circled on my clit.

I came with a loud moan, Franco following right behind, his orgasm triggered by mine. He put his face in my neck, muffling the sound of his moans as he came.

We both stopped moving for a few moments, taking deep breaths and allowing ourselves to ride down the high. Then I slowly lifted myself of him, his now softening dick slipping out of me. He looked so blissed out I couldn’t help myself but lean to kiss him.

“Where are you going?” He asked me as I slipped out of the bed. His hand reaching towards me, a lazy smile on his lips as he wiggled his fingers.

“To the toilet real quick, then I’ll be right back.” True to my word, I went to the toilet quickly, using a warm towel to wipe his cum from my pussy. I returned back to bed with two bottles of water and a box of Oreo’s. 

I passed one bottle to Franco while I settled up next to him, placing a kiss on his cheek before leaning my head on his shoulder. His arm wrapped around me. “That was … “

“Amazing?”

“Yeah, amazing sound about right.”

Silence filled the room for a few moment before Franco spoke up. “This wasn’t really a one time thing for me. I like you, a lot.”

I smiled, “I like you too. A lot.” I took his free hand in mine, intertwining our fingers together. “But we can talk about it more in the morning. Right now let’s just cuddle.” 

Franco chuckled, “Let’s cuddle,” he agreed.

[seastarblue]

Character Intro: Aleksi Eskola

moodboard (eventually ☝️😔)

“I swear to you—I will not falter. I will not leave you. I promise.”

Basics:

Pronouns: he/him

Species: Halfling (Tiefling / Human)

Age: 26

MBTI: idk

Voice Claim: idk

Physical:

6’0

Build: Muscular, a bit of fat

Skin: Pale

Hair: Dirty blond

Eyes: Left eye is medium brown, right eye is sky blue

Special Features: Very cold due to his ice magic, little brown horn nubs, long thin tail with a brown tuft at the end

Personality:

Aleksi is a very reserved man. He loves his solitude, but will occasionally permit someone to infringe on it. He’s quite polite, but this politeness comes with a bit of a drawback—he’s a bit of a pushover. He’s working on it, but it’s an uphill battle.

Speaking Style: Aleksi is a very quiet person, preferring to speak very little. This hesitance to speak is amplified by the fact that he isn’t too fluent in Niali. He tries his best, and uses simpler words and gets right to the point.

Likes: sparring, being right, brushing his hair, honor, his family, good food, the color orange (with THAT color pallet???? I’m a lil sus 🤨), the cold, snow, dogs, griffins, music, drinks, his axe

Dislikes: duty, authority, bananas, dirty fighting, being outmatched, his magic, tiny spaces, liars, losing

Main Goal: “I want to be okay. I’d like to do my job. And eventually… get back with the Azari…”

Backstory (in progress—have a silly lil WIP):

Aleski Eskola was born in Axedomin, a snowy, barren landscape known for little else. He lived with his family, and his village was a small, close-knit one. It was here that Aleksi learned the value of family.

It was also where he learned the cruel nature of the world.

Le bullet point format:

very nice family

very chill (weather and demeanor)

winter comes

the snow piles up

"oh well that's normal ya know" says the fam and they do their things as normal

so they send aleksi and Cinnamon the Honse to do smth

but then AVALANCHE

and now they dead

very sad very dramatic

anywho

the village is dead so aleksi goes to Nialon for work

he sells Cinnamon bc he has no monies

:(

and then he meets Dianthe (another character)

n dia gets him to join the Azari 

that's how he meets Felix n Kaiden

yay

 BUT THEN

they (alek n dia) go on a mission

dia dies :(((

oh well now since his grieving period is up he’s gotta work 🤷‍♀️

“wait maybe I could like. do some Easier stuff to uh. ease myself back into work???”

“Uh sure okay yea join those losers 👉”

“Wait who’re the loser— oh my gods.”

👉losers👈 (the main gang)

ta daaaaa

[melanieph321]

Ruben Dias x Reader - Top Spies Part 6/8

18+

⚠️ WARNING ⚠️

*smut

*mature language

*nsfw

Ruben and Reader are super spies, who have to pretend to be a married couple on vacation as a co-signed mission. A enemies to lovers fic, very sweet and funny!

Enjoy!

What should we do, should we leave the Island?

"No."

"But Ruben...."

"A man dies and we leave the Island. Surely that would make us potential suspects, no?"

You were back at the villa. Ruben had you sit on the kitchen island as he cleaned the wound of your shoulder. It wasn't deep nor did it bleed much. The bullet had only caressed you. You were going to be fine.

"And we found no drugs. What are we going to tell Captain?"

"Nothing." Ruben grunted. He was gentle with his touch, stopping to pad your skin if you gave away the slightest wince. Although he was gentle he was also very angry and disappointed with himself. You took a huge risk tracking the submarine, let alone entering it, only to end up with no drugs and one casualty.

"How long will it take for Alejandro to notice that Fierro is gone?" You asked.

"He probably knows by now. Seems like the two of them were onto somthing big. Surley he would have wanted Fierro to report back to him by now."

"Yeah, what was he doing in the caves at the same time as us?"

"Probably inspecting the cargo load, making sure that the submarine was good to go anytime soon."

"But where is the drugs?" You frowned. " A load that big, where could they possibly hide it if not in a giant submarine?"

Ruben sighed as he put away the instruments he had used to stich up your wound. "My guess is that we were too late, that Alejandro and Fierro has already devided the drugs into more portable loads, shipping them off in smaller fleets in order to raise less suspicion."

You jumped as Ruben slammed his hand against the kitchen table.

"Ruben?"

"I could have lost you today, all because of my stupid obsession with submarines."

"Ruben please, don't say that."

"I'm so fucking stupid." He said, slamming his hand a second time.

You jumped off the kitchen island, stumbling on your uneven steps. However, Ruben was already by your side then.

"You have to rest." He said.

"So do you."

You looked him in the eyes. Beyond the deep brown was hurt and guilt. You could see right through him. If he could see through you he'd know how much you wanted to kiss him right now.

"Ruben you shouldn't beat yourself up. We were pretty aware of the risks we took entering that cave. What happened was simply a consequence of our own actions. Somthing we should be accountable for not guilty or anxious.

"Yeah, but I could have lost you today Y/N. I don't know what I would have done with myself if that ever happened?"

You were stunned for words. He tried to turn around and walk away but you grabbed a hold of his shirt, pulling him back to you.

"Ruben believe me, you won't lose me. Ever."

His gaze softened as he finally noticed the the expression on your face, your intense lust for his body and his soul.

He caught the back of your head, pressing your lips hard against his.

The sound of smacking lips filled the room as Ruben lifted you back onto the kitchen island, his lips never detaching from yours.

"Fuck." You sighed, as his mouth moved on to exploited your neck, his hands roaming freely down your body.

Ruben unhooked your bra and carefully draped your shirt over your head, tossing it in a corner somewhere. His eyes were big at the sight of your breast, spilling out in front of him like a swell of water.

He shook his head in disbelief "You're so beautiful, so fucking beautiful."

You pulled him back to you, making him strip and toss away his own shirt.

You kissed each other without the need to breath. You would rather die like this, sufficated by love.

Ruben fumbled with the belt to his pants. You were both so eager. But as your own pants came off Ruben stopped and stared at what was offered to him.

"What?" You asked, although we'll aware of the damped spot on your underwear. Your need for Ruben was no secret.

"Can I?" He begged, with a a hand already caressing your inner tigh.

"Yes, touch me. Do anything."

Ruben rested his forhead against yours, his hand slipping between the fabric of your panties.

"Fuck."

You threw your head back only for Ruben's lips to latch onto your neck. The pleasure was immense. The tip of Ruben's fingers made gentle circles around your twitching clit. His tongue licked across your sensitive skin as his free hand cupped the swell of you breast.

"Ruben please, your gonna make me come."

It was true, you were close.

"Come for me then. Be a good girl and come all over my hand."

Your eyes squinted as he moved on from your clit, entering you with two of his fingers.

You winced.

"Shit, is two fingers too much for you baby?"

You nodded. "But please keep going, don't ever stop."

His laughter drummed your ear, "As you wish baby, as you wish."

He pushed you to lay down, the islands marble surface cold against your back. Ruben's fingers pulled out of you and you whined.

"No."

"Ssshh. Be patient."

He bent down, kissing the center of your belly, moving on to kiss your inner thigh. Once his head was between your legs you closed your eyes with anticipation, only for Ruben to pull away after planting a soft kiss against your pussy lips.

You popped up on your elbows, a deep frown om your face. "Ruben stop teasing me and fuck me."

His grin was mischievous, as if frustrating you was exactly what he had intended to do.

"I want you to look at me when I fuck the shit of you." He said, one hand on his zipper.

Your chest rose with your heavy breathing. Ruben's erection could be seen through his pants, he was big, bigger than you had imagined.

"Like what you see?"

Ruben pulled himself out of his pants his cock now throbbing in his hand.

You raised your chin and spread your legs before him. "Fuck me now or watch me do it to myself."

His grin widened and you fell back against the kitchen island.

With a hand to your thigh he brought you forward. He used his other hand to throw your leg over his shoulder, making you sigh with the feel of him easing into your entrance. You took him raw, no condom. A problem for tomorrow, you thought, or in nine months. Right then and there you focused on the way Ruben shoved himself in and out of you, his strong hips knocking against yours.

"Fuck Y/N, you take me so well."

The praise definitely helped. It was really a challenge to be enough for him. Ruben seemed like he could go on and fuck you forever, whilst you were on the brink of losing with every stroke.

He let you come by a combination of his thumb rubbing your clit and his cock pumping in and out of you.

"Fuck." You cried.

"You did so well Y/N. You took me so well."

He let his erection falter inside of you, slowing down his strokes as he did. He then lifted your limb body off the counter and carried you towards your bedroom.

"I'm all sticky Ruben,  I have to shower." You said.

"No." Ruben plotted you down on his side of the bed. "You can shower tomorrow, now we rest." He said.

You did what you were told, letting Ruben bring your body to lay in a spoon with his warm mauscles pressed against your naked back.

"What are you thinking about?" You asked him, after some time spent in silent. Ruben's lips caressed your shoulders, that's how you knew that he was still awake.

"Why would Alejandro hire Andrés Fierro, a swindler?"

It was a good question. Andrés Fierro was a world known forgerer not a drug dealer.

"Maybe Alejandro needed help with forgery?"

"For what?"

"For hiding...."

A thought hit you, a thought that had never strucked you earlier.

"Oh my god Ruben!"

You sat up in bed.

"What is it?"

Ruben sat up too.

"I know where Alejandro is hiding the drugs."

"You do, where?"

"It's not about where, it's about how."

"How?" Ruben frowned.

"Andrés Fierro forge money, yes. But he has also forged paintings, sculptures, you name it he can forge it ."

Ruben frowned. "I'm not sure what you mean Y/N."

You rolled your eyes. "What would you ask to forge if you wanted to hide a crazy amount of drugs in a luxurious resort surrounded by a giant golf course?"

Ruben's eyes widened with the realization. "The golfballs! The drugs are in the golfballs!"

[rubendiasthoughts]

Ruben Dias as a boyfriend - headcanon part two

Hii besties! First of all thank you so much for all the love on part one! It literally makes me so happy I have no words!

So this is part two, I hope you enjoy! 😘

-He would love it when you are wearing his clothes. Especially if you are at his game with his name across your back. He just loves the idea that everyone knows you belong to him. Anytime you two were out and it gets cold or he sees you are shivering or something, he takes his jacket/sweatshirt off in no time and is helping you to put it on. He wraps his arms around you and says something along the lines of "can't have my girl getting cold". Also, he would lose his mind if he sees you in the kitchen making breakfast for the both of you while wearing a shirt of his. He immediately starts kissing you, hands wandering under the shirt and he is definitely bending you over the counter and fucking you in this shirt. He is being all possesive too, saying stuff like " You are all mine baby".

- As long as we are talking about Ruben being possesive, I am convinced he has a breeding kink. He is just obsessed with the thought of cumming inside you, it's like he is marking his territory. Just imagine the dirty talk that would come with his breeding kink 😍 "gonna let me cum inside pretty girl? " and when you nod and let out your little "yes, please" he gives you a "that's my girl". And then he would be all like "gonna fill you up baby", " you like this huh? You like being used like a little whore?". THE GROAN HE LETS OUT WHEN HE FINISHES INSIDE YOU!!! And when he cums in you he pulls out and watches it drip out of you. Imagine him being like "you want me to fuck you again angel? Want me to fuck my cum back into you? " 🤤🤤

-Also, size kink! He would love how you are so much smaller than him. How he could dominate you in every way, literally could hold you down and you wouldn't be able to fight him. He loves it whenever you struggle to take his cock, when he sees your brows furrow and hears your little whimpers. He would be so cocky about it "Is my cock too big for you angel? " - he would loose it when he sees your little nod and quiet "yeah,so big". He would say "You can take it baby, I know you can". But he would give you all the time you needed to adjust to him, because you are his baby and he never wants to hurt you.

-Ruben would love when you ask for his advice on something or want his help with something (even the little things). I think it would make him feel like you rely on him and need him. Also, he would love it when you asked for his opinion on something. Like for example, you went out shopping, bought some new clothes and you have him sit on the bed while you give him a little fashion show, asking for his opinion, asking if maybe you should return some pieces. But he just showers you with compliments the whole time, he is smiling to himself while you do your adorable little twirls. Or maybe if you two were going to a party or something like that and you show him two dresses and ask which one you should choose. He would be so happy if you ultimately chose the one he suggested.

-I already mentioned it in part one, but I think Ruben would go crazy for the idea that you see him as this sort of strong, big protector. He would love the way you have this unlimited trust in him. That you let him take care of you, you let him take care of your body, always so willing to do whatever it is he wants to do with you and to you.

- When you two are having sex, and you are the one who is on top he still makes sure you know who is in charge. He would be holding you by your hips, or he would put his hands on your ass and help you bounce on his cock, slapping your ass from time to time. Once again, he would be praising you all the time "so pretty, bouncing on my cock like such a good girl". Whenever you get too tired he is all like " What is it sweetheart? Need my help?". Once you give him a nod he flips you, so now he is on top of you and starts pounding into you. "Don't worry angel, gonna take care of you."

-Can you imagine making out with him?! You two are sitting on the couch, you in his lap, his hands all over you. At first his kisses are gentle, but the more he gets into it the more sloppy and messy it becomes, his tounge in your mouth, hands underneath your skirt, squeezing your ass. He would absolutely loose it when you roll your hips against his hard on.

- He would be so into making you beg or ask for him to fuck you. Especially when he can see that you are needy, he gets you to sit on his lap, he is stroking your cheek as he asks you softly "tell me what you want baby". He loves to see your cheeks turn red, how you avoid looking in his eyes. " All you gotta do is tell me angel, I will give you anything you want". And when you finally tell him it's a quiet whisper "want you to fuck me, please" while looking down. He grabs your jaw, so that your eyes meet "can't hear you, gotta speak up". So when you repeat yourself louder and look at him through your lashes he is carrying you to the bedroom in no time.

-He spoils you all of the time. Even if it's just small things. Like maybe getting you your favourite candy on his way back home. Or maybe he has a tradition of buying you flowers once a week. He always tells you how "Pretty girls deserve pretty things". He loves to take care of you in any way he can, even if it is just putting a smile on your face by giving you a little, thoughtful gift. He would absolutely buy you a necklace with his initials - just another thing he does to show off that you are his.

- When you are giving him a blowjob he has one hand on your head, guiding your movements. He is groaning, telling you how pretty you look on your knees, with his cock in your mouth. "You gonna swallow, show me how good you can be for me? " 🥵 But if you were being bratty, pissed him off or have shown too much attitude he would be fucking your mouth mercilessly. But before he would manhandle you on your knees, mumbling about how he is going to teach you a lesson.

-The way he would tease before he eats you out!! He would be kissing all over your thighs, getting so close to where you want him but not giving in to your little whines and pleads. And then when he is finally about to eat you out he looks up straight into your eyes and asks "gonna let me lick it angel? ". After you cum he is definitely telling you how good you taste.

- Okay so we all know that Ruben normally doesn't drink. So whenever you two are out at a party he is controlling your alcohol intake, making sure you are good, making sure you drink enough water inbetween. Then he takes you home, gets you ready for bed, takes your makeup off, helps you with your skincare (cause he knows you would hate it the next day if you have skipped it). He would also take care of you the next day, prepare a nice breakfast for you, a glass of water ready for you on your bedside table.

-I think he would love it when you are being touchy with him. Like you just want cuddles and you are asking him for little kisses. It makes him feel like you need his affection and his attention and he loves that so much.

-Whenever he speaks about you to other people he totally refers to you as "his girl". Or maybe even when he is introducing you to someone he would be like " This is my girl, y/n".

Okay so I think this is it for now. But if I have any more ideas on this I will make sure to share it with you guys in part three 😂😂 Feedback is welcomed 💞

Once again, thank you all for your kindness! 💙

Also just wanted to tell you guys I am so excited for tomorrow and the man city game. I hope Ruben is gonna be the captain. Nothing hotter than him with the band on his arm 🤤🥵 but we will see 😊

Anyways, hope you all are doing well! Sending you so many hugs 💕