#i think they'd hold me very tight right now and help me fall asleep

[frecklystars]

K and Joi make me feel so safe... ;-; feels so surreal to actually... sit with it... this feeling has been so rare this year, but I cherish it so deeply when it happens, and I notice K and Joi both give me this feeling at such a great intensity every time it happens

[curseofhecate]

Broken promises

Regulus Black x fem!Potter!reader

In which the reader sacrifices herself for Regulus, breaking most of their promises along the way.

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Tw: Angst, mentions of blood, death, my shitty writting.

It was well into the night. The pair was sitting on the floor of the Astronomy Tower, a sky painted with countless stars and an almost full moon, just for them to observe. They sat in silence, the boy's head on her shoulder as the girl played with the rings on his fingers.

"Reg?" The girl spoke. Her words hushed, holding a questioning tone. It wasn't unlike the boy to fall asleep on her. It was a habit he seemed to have gained over the past year.

Many sleepless nights, tossing and turning in his bed, unable to fall asleep. It only worsened now, that their last year in Hogwarts was coming to a close, and with the war ahead of them, it seemed like the world had turned against him.

The boy hummed in response, nuzzling his head further into the crook of her neck. "Do you ever think of our lives after we graduate?" She asked, the hesitation evident in her voice.

The boy stiffed but didn't say anything, head still resting on her shoulder. "I know you don't like talking about it but I just can't help it" the girl was quick to apologise when she got no answer.

Regulus sighed and moved his head to look up. Silently he went to sit in front of her, taking her hands in his as he sat back down. "I'm scared" he breathed out after a long moment of silence. "I'm scared of what will happen to us. Of what they'll do to you if they ever find out."

"Reggie-"

"Mon amour, you mean the world to me. You're the reason I haven't given up on myself yet. I just found the light in my life and I don't want to loose it just yet. I don't want to lose you."

Her hand squeezed his a bit tighter, a silent attempt to comfort her lover. The boy was fighting back tears even at the thought of it happening. "I can't loose you. I love you" He managed to get out before breaking into tears.

The girl let go of his hand, instead pulling him closer and wrapping her arms around his frame. She let his head rest on her chest, right where her heart was. Regulus’ arms around the girl's waist, his grip tight fearing that she would disappear into thin air otherwise.

Quiet sobs and cries left the boy's lips, his tears dampening the fabric of the girl's sweater. Cheek resting on top of his head, the girl rubbed her hands up and down his back whilst whispering sweet nothings.

"I love you too" the girl said at last, his grip tightening just a little bit. It was the first time they'd say those three words to each other. The boy was a caught off guard. The tears stopped immediately, head no longer resting against her chest, green eyes starring dirwctlu into her e/c ones.

"You do?"

The girl chuckled quietly, pulling him closer once again. "Reggie, I love you so so much, you have no idea" She said, pressing a soft kiss on the crown of his head.

"I love you more" Regulus said, titling his head upwards. Smilling he pressed a soft kiss against the girls lips.

Pulling away he sighed, head going back to rest on her chest. "I won't let anything happen to you. I love you too much for that. We both know it's going to be hard."

"I'll always find my way back to you. I promise."

"I promise as well."

The promise was sealed with yet another kiss between the two before they went back to starring at the night sky in silence. Only now, they found a bit of comfort in the knowledge that they would stay with each other until the end.

When Y/n and Regulus first announced their relationship to their close friends, they were all shocked at the news. They both had done a very good job at hiding their blooming love for each other.

Late night meetings, stolen glances, forbidden kisses in dark corridors, studying in the library next to each other without speaking a word, yet holding hands under the table and they still managed to miss every little interaction between the two that had been going on for the past year.

Things stopped being as easy as they were before. From Regulus' side he had Barty, who at first, didn't support their relationship at all.

The next month was filled with him complaining non-stop, refusing to accept the news.

" Y/n Potter? Come on Regulus. A Potter?"

Eventually he came to terms with the relationship between the two. He didn't have anything against her, he was just overprotective over his friends, and Regulus was no exception.

After being talked into (well, more like threated) to spend time with her by both Regulus and Evan he understood why his friend had fallen in love with her. The both became friends quickly after that, and a brother-sister relationship started blooming between the two.

Telling the Marauders was a whole different story.

Surprisingly, James didn't even argue with his sister's decision. He knew something was up from the moment the girl had entered the Great Hall with a smile plastered on her face, a smile that hadn't left for the past 8 months. He was happy as long as his sister was happy. However he intended to have a talk with Regulus soon.

Peter and Remus were always supportive no matter what, as long as she didn't get hurt. It was to no one's surprise that they were extremely happy for her.

The problem came with Sirius. At first he was in denial, believing it was just a humourless prank of hers.

Then came the realisation. The worst part is, he didn't shout at her, nor did he try to change her desicion of being with his brother. He just got up and left, going upstairs to the boys' shared dorm.

Y/n wished that he would yell, that he would put up a fight. She preferred it from this.

For months on end, he wouldn't speak to her and would avoid her at all costs. He left the room whenever she entered, he refused to even look at her. And it hurt.

Sirius believed that maybe if she couldn't see how bad of a person his brother was then he would give her another reason for her to leave Regulus. She was too stubborn anyway, he could never get her to change her mind.

Those antics of his stopped after he accidently stumbled upon them in an empty corridor. They were holding hands, quietly talking. Then Regulus said something that earned a laugh from the girl.

All it took was for Sirius to look at how his brother's eyes brightened up at the sound for him to know that he really cared for her. He looked at her as if she was his whole world, which he guessed that she probably was. And she looked at him as if he had hanged the stars in the night sky.

His anger disappeared at the sight of the two.

And Sirius knew the little boy he had grown up with was still there, somewhere.

The same evening Sirius waited for Regulus by the entrance of the Slytherin common room and made him promise he'd take care of her and that he'd never hurt her. A promise Regulus had already made to James Potter.

But promises are meant to be broken.

"It will be fine. I'll leave if things go bad, I promise but please let me come with you" the girl pleaded. Their little argument had already been going on for an hour now and if Regulus wanted to get the Horcrux tonight he would have to leave now.

"You're really stubborn, you know?" He sighed, finally agreeing.

"I drink the potion, you and Kreacher take the locket and get out of here immediately okay? You let me deal with the rest."

Nodding, the girl knew there was no point in arguing. "Just let me have one last kiss, will you?" The girl asked.

Regulus didn't like the sound of it, her words made it sound as if it would be the last one they'd ever share. Not waiting for an answer she grabbed the collar of his shirt, pressing her lips against him. It was a short kiss, it had been over as soon as it had started.

Next thing he knew, Y/n was already drinking the potion.

She was reckless, too reckless for her own good. She always had been. And now the damage was beyond repair.

Regulus had to give her the rest of the potion. He hated seeing her in so much pain but there was nothing else he could do except holding her, wishpering encouraging words as she finished the rest of the potion.

He gave the locket to Kreacher, ordering him to go back to 12 Grimmauld Place. The elf could only obey, leaving his master and the girl in the cave.

The inferis were aleady crawling onto the island. Regulus was doing his best fighting them off. But the girl besides him wasn't.

The Black heir managed to get the both of them out of the cave. But the damage had already been done. The girl was bleeding out. And he couldn't do anything.

He couldn't risk apparating with her in such a state.

"Reggie?" she called out, hand blindly reaching for his. "No darling, don't speak. You need to save your energy, okay?" he hushed her. He needed all the time he could get. He would come up with something. He had to. For her shake.

"Regulus" she called out again. "You and I both know there's no saving me."

Regulus wanted to scream. "No, no, you're going to be okay. You aren't dying. Not on me, you can't please."

He was begging. Y/n had never heard him begging. Never. He would demand, order, get mad, give the silent treatment but never beg. "Please just don't close your eyes, please."

"You'll be fine" she was struggling, chocking on her own blood. "Promise me you won't give up."

"No, please, don't leave me" the poor boy was in tears. But Y/n had already came to terms with her death and now so should he. "Promise me" the girl repeated.

"I promise, I promise, please just don't give up just yet."

"I'm sorry Reggie. I love you."

Her eyes closed and his world collapsed. "No, please, no" the boy begged, resting his forehead against hers. "You promised. You'd promised you'd stand by my side through all of it."

That wasn't the only promise that was broken that night. So were the promises he had made to James and Sirius, promises that he would prtect her at all costs. And along with those so were the promises of their future together, promises of their love and devotion.

Regulus made one last promise that night. He would never promise anything again.

[gemini-sensei]

gemini hi its been forever

im still thinking about miguel's breeding and lactation kinks <3

🤭🤭 say no more. (unedited) (dad!miguel)(fem!reader used)

Just imagine it's the first time Miguel and Reader get to have sex after their first child is born. They said they'd take things slow, but things quickly devolved.

Now he's sucking on her fat, milky tits to keep himself quiet while she holds both hands over her mouth. Her legs are circles around his hips as he's plowing into her tight, pretty cunt. He's missed getting to show her how much he loves her in this way, show her how primal he gets for her, just how in love with her he is.

Her warm, sweet milk splashes on his tongue and he can't help but think about their little three month old son, the image of him sucking on these same motherly tits imprinted onto his brain. It makes him want to see another little baby suckling on the other tit, drinking up as much milk as they can and making little messes.

His hips start slamming into hers harder, making her whine uncontrollably into the palm of her hands. He's watching her with hungry eyes, however it's not only for her sweet breast milk, but to breed her.

To fill her up with his cum until she's overflowing.

To knock her up with another baby despite them just having one.

To see her belly round out again and keep her tits full of milk.

He lets out of her nipple with a loud, wet pop and leaves it puffy and leaky. He'll come back to the bead of white liquid collecting there in a moment.

" 'm gonna fill you up, mama. Claim this pussy as mine again. Make You fatter with another one of my babies," he grunts, telling her everything he wants. He lays the plan out plainly, watching her eyes roll up as her velvet walls clench around him over and over again. "Fuck, mama, you like that idea, huh. You want another baby already, don't you?"

She nods and he knows it's because if she speaks, she might not shut up, and they'd both hate to wake their baby boy up before they've finished. He smirks at her answer.

"Good, goodgoodgood-" he groans and changes the angle, hitting her g-spot. " 'cause here it comes, mama. I'm 'bout to fill you to the brim, breed this perfect cunt! Shit!"

He explodes in her pussy, but keeps fucking her until she comes a few seconds later. Then he buries himself deep in her spasming walls and nestles up to her. He laps at and cleans up her messy tit that's leaked milk everywhere. She moans and sighs softly, saying his name sweetly along with pretty I love you's. He makes sure to say them back, because he means it and because she needs to hear if. He kisses her once they've caught their breath and they smile against each other's lips.

Eventually, he pulls out and lays beside her. He puts a pillow under her hips and strokes her belly lovingly. Her chubby little belly makes him all soft, knowing it's the perfect place for all their babies to grow. They cuddle up to each other and share sweet kisses, almost falling asleep...

Until the baby monitor alerts them to their baby boy beginning to cry. He's fussy and needs them, needs mama to be exact. It's feeding time.

Reader goes to stand, but doesn't get very far as Miguel eases her to sit. He speaks softly, voice low and loving. "Let me get him. I'll bring him to you."

She relaxes and he smiles, then hurries to pull on some underwear so he can go to the nursery.

He gets their baby out of his swaddle and cradles him to his chest, bouncing him and telling him that daddy's right here. Their son calms, knowing he's in safe arm, and Miguel carries him to Reader. He helps her get situated and their son latches on instantly, hungrily suckling.

Miguel wraps his arms around her and helps cradle their son, resting his head on his wife's shoulder as they watch their little one, soon to be their oldest little one.

[shorkbrian]

That submissive reader fic with aizawa and present mic? How would they break darling in for the first time to fuck her at the same time? I feel like they'd be perverse enough to take her pussy at the same time

(Ngl I never know how to differentiate between fics and one shots and drabbles and thirsts lol but I’m glad u enjoyed that fic abt them (This fic))

Oh man, they so would.

It would be Hizashi who’s super into it. He bugs Shouta about it, brings it up over breakfast, asks his husband for his thoughts about the idea while they’re brushing their teeth together and you’re already asleep.

Shouta isn’t too sure. You’re so sensitive, and a little bit of a crybaby honestly, scared of most new things that they try to introduce to you. He remembers the first time they had brought out toys to play with one night, how wide your eyes had gotten at the sight of their collection of dildos and clamps and massagers.

You had cried then, had to be restrained before they could show you how the toys worked, using them on each other before using them on you.

So it takes some convincing from Hizashi before Shouta even begins to consider it.

How hot you would look, bouncing on both their cocks, stuffed full and being claimed by both of them. They’d be able to feel each other inside you, their cum would mix and froth in your pussy, you’d moan so sweetly when you got too fucked out to be anxious or scared.

Shouta insists ‘Zashi has to try it out first, taking Shouta’s cock and a dildo in his own hole before subjecting you to it. Lots of lube was involved (they’d have to purchase more to use with you), but the payoff was incredible in terms of sensation and intimacy. Shouta was hooked.

It takes time to relax you.

One of them fucks you, then adds a finger or two while you’re crying and trembling through your orgasm, gasping out that it’s too much, that you can’t take it, no more.

They play with dildos, sizing them up larger and larger until you’re sweetly begging them not to put it in you, that you’d much rather get speared on one of their (smaller) cocks instead. That you’d do anything, you don’t want to get torn apart.

Shouta shows you that you can take it, that your hole will stretch and you won’t break. Hizashi helps.

It’s still way too soon, far sooner than they had planned, but Hizashi is excited and feeling good as he gets to hammer away at your “pretty ‘lil princess parts”.

They’d introduced you to wine and alcohol earlier that evening, Hizashi laughing brashly when you had made a sour face at the taste, claiming you didn’t like it. Shouta sipped his own glass at the end of the couch, suggested to his husband that he should mix a couple of drinks for you.

You didn’t mind alcohol when you couldn’t taste it underneath the sweet tang of soda.

Now you’re buzzed and pliant, tolerating the attention they’re showering you and your body with.

“Sho’, c’mon, slide in here with me. She can take it, she’s a champ.”

You’re so focused on the feeling of his cock hammering into your sweet spot that you don’t really register the words and don’t have time to panic.

“I don’t thin-”

“Don’t think, just do baby. She feels so good honey, is gonna feel even better with you right here with me.” Hizashi pleads, hugging you to his body as you’re dragged along his cock.

Surprisingly, Shouta relents.

You feel his warmth slide up to your back, pressing you ever closer to the blonde, his hands planted on your ribs. Then everything gets wetter, slicker and messier - Shouta’s added lube into the mix, absolutely drenching his cock in the goo and rubbing it onto your pussy. Hizashi doesn’t have the patience to fully pull out, instead just stilling his hips inside you so Shouta can maneuver into place.

“What’r’y-mmhn...” You slur, feeling fingers slip in beside ‘Zashi’s length. They’re warm and familiar at this point as they slowly work to scissor you open, stretch you even more.

Time passes in a fuzzy fog, your world slowly gaining more clarity as you fade from the high of getting fucked, instead just basically cockwarming the pretty blonde while his husband tries to shove four of his fingers in alongside ‘Zashi’s length.

Then the fingers squelch free, and there’s another blunt, hot cock head pressed to your entrance.

Your eyes shoot wide open, panic zipping through your veins. 

“WaIT-!!!!” The frightened shout tapers off onto a terrified squeal as Shouta gives a little thrust, popping the tip of his length past your opening as he let out a little groan.

There’s hands on your waist, hands on your shoulders and on your ribs. You don’t know which ones belong to who, but you’re not quite sure that it really matters at this point.

Not when you’re being slowly fucked by two cocks. In the same hole.

But surprisingly, there isn’t much pain besides a slight uncomfortable burn and the stretch of a filled-to-bursting space. They had done a good job with preparing your body. But hardly any prep had been given to your mind.

“Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god, oh my-”

“Sweetie, look at you. You’re so fuckin’ sexy and beautiful.” Hizashi breathed, voice a bit tight and strained. He was holding himself back, blunt fingernails scraping uselessly at your skin as he struggled to keep himself from rabbiting his hips against yours. 

“It’s alright, just breathe.” The dark haired man pressed to your back purred.

The piercings in Hizashi’s cock were hitting you just right, being pressed even harder against your walls as Shouta slowly slid home beside him, both men moaning in pleasure.

A kiss was pressed to your shoulder, then Hizashi was sweetly accepting his husbands lips on his own while your watched with a detached sense. 

Was this really happening?

Did you really have... two cocks inside your poor body?

Hizashi pulled back, and then your lips were connected to his. Moments passed where the only movement was the three of you exchanging kisses, tongues slipping together wetly, gentle little smacks and licking of lips and soft smiles as you all breathed the same air.

Then the blonde had finally had enough. 

“God Sho’, ‘m sorry but I gotta move.”

“Try to-”

“I know, I ain’t trying to hurt our girl.”

His hips moved so fluidly against yours, all three of you gasping at the initial rocking motion that was made.

Shouta groaned low in his throat, falling forward to rest his head between your shoulders blades. You could feel the goosebumps on his arm.

None of this felt real. It was like a bad dream. A very very bad dream.

A dream that kept speeding up, with Hizashi moving against you, encouraging his husband to move, giving the dark haired-man a kiss when he gave in, slowly rolling his hips.

They fell into an easy rhythm, but you still couldn’t keep up - gasping and trying not to move too much, choking up at the dual sensations battering against your pussy, Hizashi’s pubic piercing rubbing quickly against your clit on every upward thrust.

Too much for your body to handle.

“Oh! Jesus chri-” Hizashi choked on his words as your walls spasmed, tightening up and bearing down on their cocks. His thrusts stuttered, then stilled as his thighs shook.

There was no room for his cum inside you.

As Shouta continued to thrust, it began dripping out slowly, warm and viscous. Hizashi didn’t pull out though, breathing heavily as his cock softened, whimpering a bit as it began to raw from overstimulation from Shouta thrusting up against it, from your walls milking you both.

But he didn’t move.

You could feel Shouta smiling against your skin, feel his teeth as he slowly sank them into your flesh, biting down but not hard enough to hurt, just enough to grab and anchor himself.

Their cum mixed together, white and thick and frothy, sliding out of you in thick globs even as Shouta buried himself balls deep.

Hizashi had been right - it did feel good for them.

You still weren’t sure that it felt good for you.

[beels-burger-babe]

Storm Clouds on a Sunny Day

***Oooooo Teen!MC! Thank you for the request @lovevictoire! Now, although I think I'm technically Gen z??? (I could be a millennial. I have no idea). I have like 0 sense of most pop culture and probably won't be able to write that classic gen z chaotic humour properly, so I'm not going to attempt. What I can do is the hurt/comfort aspect of this which I LOVE! So, let's do this. I hope you enjoy it. ((Oh and before I forget *hugs*))***

Summary: MC has always been a happy positive ray of light that brought joy with them wherever they went; at least that's what the brothers and the other exchange students would tell you. But when they suddenly start getting quiet and begin isolating themselves, everyone is concerned.

TW: descriptions of grief.

In the darkness of the Devildom, you were the sun.

Since arriving in the dark, cruel world of the demons, you had reminded them how to smile, how to laugh, how to love. With you around, it was like the brothers had another sibling again. For the other exchange students, you were a breath of fresh amongst all the horror and despair of the Devildom.

In short, everyone had come to love and be incredibly fond of the teenage human that; which is why they noticed instantly when you weren't acting like yourself.

For starters, you had skipped breakfast, which greatly concerned Beel. The friendly giant had to go up and bring you your food afterwards.

He gently knocked on your door with one hand as he held a plate with way too much food on it in the other. "MC? Are you awake? You missed breakfast."

There was a small curse from the other side before he heard some shuffling. The door cracked open to reveal you wrapped in a bundle of blankets. It wasn't until you looked up that Beel got a good look at your face and his stomach dropped.

Your eyes were tinged red with tear tracks stained onto your cheeks. Your bottom lip was still trembling from the effort of not breaking down into sobs. There was not a trace of the sunshine child that you usually were inside of your stormy sad eyes.

Beel's heart broke as you still attempted to give him a small smile and took the plate from him. "Th-Thanks Beel."

He kept a hand on the door to prevent you from closing it. "MC, are you alright? What happened?"

Your eyes widened a little and you quickly wiped at your cheeks. "I-I'm just not feeling that well. Can...Can you tell Lucifer I'm taking a sick day?"

Beel nodded as concern grew stronger and stronger inside of him. "Of course. Whatever you need."

You weren't actually sick, Beel could tell that much. What you were was heartbroken. Something had reached into your soul and shattered it into pieces. He to ask you what it was. He wanted to reassure you that everything would be okay. But instead, he let you close the door and hurried back to his brothers.

His brothers looked at him skeptically as he arrived, noting the lack of a tiny human alongside him. It was Belphie, however, who noticed the distressed look on Beelzebub's face. "Beel, is everything alright? You look upset."

Beel simply shook his head and looked over to Lucifer. "MC has asked me to tell you that they would like to take a sick day."

Everyone was instantly on their feet in worry.

"Sick? What kind of illness? I can get any medicine they might need and look up the quickest way for them to recover." Satan quickly stated as he began to move towards the kitchen.

Belphie nodded and picked up his pillow. "If they're sick, they'll need rest right? I'll go up there and help them sleep better."

Mammon moved to go with Belphie. "I'll come with ya. They'll feel better with if their favourite's there with them."

Belphie growled and shoved Mammon as Levi spoke up. "I-I mean, I doubt they'd want to spend the entire day with me, but at the very least I can provide them with some movies and games for entertainment. In fact, it might be easier if we just, um, m-move them to my room."

Mammon and Belphie were now snapping at Levi rather than each other.

Asmo scrunched up his nose in disgust and put up his hands. "Yeah, no thanks. I love MC, but I'll leave you guys to handle all the snot and vomit thank you very much. Tell them when they're healthy, I'll give them a spa day, just the two of us."

Lucifer sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose. "Boys, Beel hadn't even told us what is wrong with them yet," everyone froze and turned to Beelzebub. Lucifer nodded and gestured for him to continue. "As you were saying, Beel."

Beel shifted uncomfortably at the attention. "Right. So, I don't think they're actually sick."

Lucifer rose an eyebrow at this as an air of defence grew around him. "You think they would lie?"

Beel huffed in annoyance and shook his head. "No. I don't think they would. But when they answered the door, they didn't look sick. They looked like they were grieving," everyone breathed in sharply at the statement, but Beel continued. "They honestly looked like they had been crying since midnight. I wouldn't be surprised if they didn't get any sleep at all last night."

Lucifer frowned and finally made a move towards the door. "I, and I alone, will go speak with them. We don't want to overcrowd them. In the meantime, someone please contact Simeon just in case they truly are sick and Beel misinterpreted it," he ignored the several shouts of protest as he walked to your room.

He knocked softly on the door twice before carefully opening the door. "MC? Beelzebub informed me that you aren't feeling-"

Lucifer cut himself off as he saw you hugging your knees to your chest in bed, sobbing your heart out. He quickly made his way over and sat down beside you, gently placing a hand on your back. "MC, what's the matter? I've never seen you this upset before."

You didn't answer. You merely turned towards him and buried your face in his chest as you clung to his shirt. Lucifer quickly wrapped his arms around you and held you tight.

It was almost as if he could feel your sorrow within the sounds of your cries. The way they shuttered and cracked with every inhale and vibrated with pure agony on every exhale. You were trembling violently in his arms in a way that he hadn't felt since-

Since he held his brothers after Lilith's death.

Realization came to him as he glanced over and noticed the lightly crumped picture of you and another human on your side table. His breath caught in his throat and he held you tighter. "Oh MC," he whispered softly. "I am so sorry."

He held you there, letting your tears stain his shirt without a single care. He held you as your sobs softened into sniffles. He held you as your head lolled to the side and you finally gave in to sleep.

Lucifer had been about to fall asleep himself when he noticed the door open. Simeon, Luke and Solomon stood there with equal expressions of concern.

Luke took one look at your tear-stained face before a flicker of fury and angelic protectiveness flashed across his face. He opened his mouth to shout at Lucifer, but was stopped as a hand came over his mouth.

Solomon looked down at him sternly. "They're sleeping, Luke, and clearly in need of it. You don't want to wake them."

Luke huffed and slapped Solomon's hand away before going over to the bed and climbing in beside you and Lucifer.

Simeon pulled out a bag that clinked and clattered from the vials within it. "Satan had said that there was a possibility MC was ill?"

Lucifer sighed and continued to rub circles into your back while Luke gently dried your face with a handkerchief. "Unfortunately it seems the only illness they have is a broken heart." He nodded to the picture on the nightstand. "They appear to have lost someone. Today must be an anniversary of some sort that reminded them of it."

Both Solomon and Simeon's faces softened at the explanation. Simeon put the bag away. "I'm afraid I don't have anything that can help with that."

Solomon nodded. "It's a feeling I believe we are all familiar with," he stood in silent thought before snapping his fingers and grinning. "I know what will cheer them up! Some soup! It most certainly cheers me up whenever I'm upset. I'll go make them a pot right away," he smiled proudly as he left the room, missing the look of horror on everyone else's face.

"Oh my," Simeon began, "I better go supervise and make sure he doesn't accidentally poison them. Luke, do you wish to come?"

He shook his head and hugged you. "I'm not leaving them."

Simeon smiled fondly and glanced up to Lucifer who shrugged. "So long as he doesn't mind being the presence of a demon, I suppose he can stay."

Luke grumbled and continued looking at your hand as he held his up to it and compared sizes. "If they were able to fall asleep around you and you were able to comfort them...maybe you're not so bad."

Simeon raised an eyebrow in shock and laughed a little. "Well there you have it," he looked back to Lucifer. "I'll be in the kitchen if you need anything."

He nodded and watched the older angel leave.

@thegrimgrinningghost

Although the day was a rough one for you, there was not a second where you felt alone. There was always someone to hold you, to listen to you, and comfort you when you needed it most.

On days when sadness and despair threatened to cloud over the Devildom's only source of sunshine, the lords of the Devildom and your friends would be there to keep you warm until the sun could shine again.

***I hope you enjoyed this cute little comfort fic! Thanks again for the request @lovevictoire!***

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[legolaslovely]

Dude I've been wanting to write a Fanfic about this, but I was wondering what your thoughts on it would be, so I hope it's ok if I ask. How do you think Fili, Kili, Bilbo, Thorin, Bofur, Ori and Thranduil would react to their really petite and small s/o always being covered in really bad and bloody scars, scabs and bruises, though they barely even acknowledge them really. I feel like they'd all freak out, but I'm wondering what their individual reactions would be. What do you think? Thanks!

What a great idea! I’m looking forward to hearing your ideas! What a challenge this was- I’m not used to working this way and I’ve never really touched some of these characters! But very fun! They’re all in different tenses, sorry, but just stick with me here haha! Thanks for sending this in, and please anyone share with us your ideas!

Fili: He’d be so mad at you. At first when this was happening, when you’d come home covered in bruises and cuts, nothing was your fault. You were the victim here and he’d find whoever did this. Then, as time went on, he discovered you were the one starting the trouble or looking for trouble or you were just clumsy sometimes. Then he’d start in on you. No more. I need you safe. I already have a Kili to babysit, I can’t watch you all the time too. He’d dig right into you, be so mad, every new injury just added to his temper explosion. Then a big sigh and a huff would come and he’d be next to you on the bed, softly kissing every scar and bruise before rubbing ointment over them to help them heal. He’d lay you next to him and his fingers would twirl over your skin until you fell asleep and he’d curse himself for never being able to stay mad at you for long.

Kili: He’d be upset. It would break his heart to see you injured like this all the time. Despite your protests and soft pushes, he’d patch you up. And while he’s inspecting your newest scar, he’d tilt his head and smirk. I have a scar just like that. And he’d pull up his tunic and show you and tell you the story of how he got it. But that’s not as bad as this one, he’d say, showing you another one. And you’d spend the night going back and forth, sharing your battle and bar fight stories until he wraps you up in his arms and tells you he doesn’t want to see any more scars on you anymore. And I’ll know if there’s a new one.

Bilbo: Bilbo would just roll his eyes at you when you come through the door with a new injury. He’d storm away from you, babbling on with waving hands. There you go again. You’re no hobbit. You run to trouble like some dwarf. Always a new bruise or scar to add to your collection. Are you proud of yourself? But all the time he’s scolding you, he’s running around making tea and bringing out cakes and bandages and ointments and he pushes you into a chair and starts taking care of you. No more of this. And then his voice softens and he runs his fingertips down your cheek and tries to tell you how much you worry him and how much he hates seeing you like this but he can’t quite get it out, but you know anyway.

Thorin: Oooh, he’d yell at you. Why are you so reckless? Why do you go looking for trouble? He can’t keep his eyes on you every moment of the day, he has a kingdom to rule! Be more responsible. You’d expect him to storm off, but he never goes to far, he just turns from you to hide his own emotion. He can’t bear to see you so injured, even when it seems you don’t care. But only minutes go by and he’s back next to you, lifting your chin and asking you softly to be more careful. He couldn’t stand to lose you.

Bofur: The second he sees you, the hat comes off and a little, quiet Lass comes out. He rushes over to you, warm hands on your cheeks. What happened? Are you all right? You try to push him away, say it’s nothing, but he’s sitting you down, taking care of you, soft little hums and winces escaping as he’s going over your injuries. Then, when you’re patched up, his temper starts to flare. He wants to know who did it. Not even why or where, just who. You don’t tell him, he makes an assumption and he’s out the door and only comes back inside when you chase him down and pull him to you, saying all you need right now is him. And he’s still mad but he’s holding you and singing to you, but he’s still mad. At least that’s what he says.

Ori: He would be absolutely terrified every time he saw you with a new injury. He knew this about you from the beginning- you had a temper, you’d get into trouble, you were a warrior, whatever it is, and at first it would scare him away from you but he really couldn’t help falling for you and your bravery and fierceness. But that doesn’t mean you don’t terrify him sometimes. You’d have to talk him down from running across the mountain to get Oin and you’d bandage yourself while he watched closely and helped with the little things, all pretty much silent until he asks you to be more careful and hugs you very tight like maybe he can keep you here with him if he doesn’t let go.

Thranduil: Sooo stoic and soo still and he’d just look at you and see a new bruise and slowly walk over to you, staring at the injury. You’d be able to see his jaw clench and his eyes narrow as he ran a gentle finger over the darkened spot. His eyes would flick up to yours and he’d say (the classic) Who did this to you? And you’d have to talk him down from murdering that person in the most gruesome way he can think of- even if it was an accidental elbowing or something.