#i was so startled when mc said like turn over or whatever that my finger twitched and i skipped it before i could cap it

[otomiyaa]

Ticklish Rafayel x MC / First-Person POV

Written for my dearest @ticklygiggles!

Summary: Part two of Ebb and Flow - Rafayel is feeling better, so it's a good moment to, well yeah, return to that topic of a certain ticklish Lemurian...

Ebb day... Lemurians...

My dreams are a little funny. I wonder why, but when I open my eyes, and immediately see Rafayel staring at me, I know. I remember.

"You're up," he says. He looks like he has been waiting for a while.

"I fell asleep?" I look around. Looks like I really did sleep through the night.

Rafayel nods. "I didn't want to wake you up. Though, I felt lonely."

Pffft. The markings on his face are still visible. He's so pretty, but... I suddenly get up and grab his hand. He looks startled.

"Are you feeling alright now?" I ask. Rafayel nods slowly.

"I'm fine. It's fading."

I sigh in relief. His temperature seems a lot better too. "But these..." I reach out to carefully touch the marks on his face.

Rafayel allows me to touch him, but when I move towards his neck to touch him there, he twitches and moves his hand up defensively.

"There you go again," he complains. I can't help but smile at the memory. Rafayel is ticklish...

"It tickles that much? If I do it more, will you laugh for me?" I ask.

Rafayel looks at me with a defiant look. "Would you actually dare?" he asks. I hold back a giggle. How is he so beautiful, adorable and bratty at once? Noticing that he's feeling better, I decide to take a shot.

"I dare," I say, and I lean towards him and start to tickle his neck. My fingers brush softly against the skin around the markings, occasionally tracing over them, and the sound of Rafayel's sudden giggles is making me feel things.

"Hehey! Wohahah!" Rafayel giggles, and I climb on top of him to straddle him and access his tickle spots from a better angle.

"No haha! Dohohon't you dahahare!" he laughs, squirming weakly as I tickle his neck with one hand and his side with my other.

"I thought you dared me to do it? Rafayel, Mr. Lemurian, you say you feel better but you still speak in riddles," I say. I remember the things he said last night.

"You can't even run away... I'll do whatever I want to you. Does that ring a bell, too?"

"Nohoho! It d-doesn't!" Oh the pretty little liar. He's blushing so much right now.

"Not- not there, stahahap!" I carefully observe his reactions. He really does seem to feel better and he's no longer as weak, but still not strong enough to defend himself from my tickles.

"If I stop, will you at least tell me where else you are ticklish? Maybe, here?" I ask, and I slip my hand into his half-open robe and scribble my fingers against his stomach. The reward is even more laughter. Louder, brighter. I can't help but smile.

"Aahahaha! I wohohon't tehehell!" Rafayel laughs hysterically. I chuckle and add my other hand, now using all ten fingers on his stomach. It takes some balance to keep myself on top of him as he squirms and wriggles.

"You know that's basically like asking me to tickle you more, right?"

Rafayel manages to catch my wrist, but I simply turn the tables and grab his hand, pulling it up and pinning it above his head. With my other hand now free again, I poke and tickle his exposed underarm, and Rafayel's sweet giggles and helpless pleas fill the room.

"Hehehe! Nohoho! Huhuhumahahans ahahare the wohohorst!" he laughs. I smile fondly.

"And Lemurians really are ticklish and... beautiful," I whisper. I don't think he heard that last part.

Hoping I didn't bully him too much after such a rough night, I stop my tickle attack on him and cup his cheek, comforting him while he catches his breath.

"I'm sorry Rafayel. I couldn't help myself. Are you still feeling alright?"

Rafayel breathes in and out for a moment and nods. "I'm fine. I'll be more fine once I gather all my strength to tickle you back, which I will, sometime. But..."

He grabs my hand as I caress him, and he looks at me with those beautiful eyes.

"Right now, I want you to stay by my side a little longer. Can you do that?"

I nod. "Of course. I won't go anywhere."

He wraps me in his arms and even though I no longer feel tired, I think I could sleep like this, with the sound of Rafayel's pretty laughter still ringing through my head.

[moochalove]

camgirl yae miko and ei(separate) where they're usually alone fucking themselves but one day they decided to have reader to fuck them instead

So, it's a date?

Thank you for the request anon! I hope you enjoy it. I assumed the reader was fem? Please correct me if you wanted gn or male reader!!! I wasn't really feeling the smut so I'm sorry if this isn't what you wanted I also don't really how to write camgirl so I hope this will suffice.... Please Enjoy.

This takes place like in a more modern time. LIKE MODERN TECHNOLOGY EXISTS BUT ITS STILL TEYVAT CURRENT TIME! hope this makes sense :(...

word count: 3,046

WARNING: SMUT!! MINORS READ AT YOUR OWN RISK!!

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You sat down on a nice padded chair, pulling your book, notebook, and pen out you placed them down. You skimmed through the book, another romance book about teen lovers with unexplainable powers. Maybe Miko would like this one? Hmmm… You only knew her for a few weeks, sure you've had multiple book discussions before but you could never really tell if she was enjoying these little sessions as much as you did. While skimming through the pages you're startled by a hot breath swirling itself around the shell of your ear, gasping sharply you turn and see the culprit herself, Miko. "M-Miko?! A warning would've been nice?! You nearly scared me to death…" she placed two drinks down on the table, "What's that? I can't play a harmless prank on my dearest Y/n?" Deeply blushing at her remark, you grasp the shell of your ear. "I-its fine… I guess…" you mumble turning the other way and smiling softly. "Ah, there's my shy book partner, hehe." Clearing your throat, you take a sip of the drink she brought you both, "Mmm this flavor is new. What kind is it?" "It's an aromatic blend, preserved Sakura petals, boiled and brewed especially for you." you took another sip, tilting your head, "For me?" she smiled slyly, "Yes, I commissioned them to make this special brew for us today!" blushing you stare into the cup, a reflection of you flustered self makes itself known. Ahhh how you wished to confess your true feelings towards the sly kitsune, her soft, slender fingers combing through your hair, looking up you see her sneaky smile… ahhh a dream that would be "Y/n? Are you even listening to me right now?" Eyes widening you look up from your cup sweating bullets you gulp before asking what she had said. With a playful sigh, she combs through her thick silky her she looks at you endearingly, "I was asking if you wanted to go on a date in a few days. Of course, if you don't want to then-" "YES." you shout shooting up from your seat towering over her. Slumping back down as quickly as you did up, "Ehem… I mean, yes, Miko. I would love that." She giggles at how quickly your demeanor can change when you get excited. "Good. We'll settle the date after our meeting." "Oh yes- the books!" you pick up the book you were currently reading and hand it to her. "Let's see what we have here…'

It seemed like her gaze lasted on you more than it did on the panels of the book.

"And that's why I think the mc should end up with their childhood best friend!" You close the book with a loud 'THUD' "That's a nice point but don't you think this newly introduced bad boy would make much more sense? He can help the mc unlock her true potential with her powers. Plus I think they would make a lovely couple!" Miko retorted, "Agh, you're missing the point here…" Hanging your head in disapproval she giggled as she took one final sip from her drink. "Whatever you say Dear… Ah before we wrap this up how about we settle on a date and time?" smirking playfully she watched as you fiddled with your hair. "Well when are you free?" you asked avoiding eye contact, "I'm free this Saturday. How does that sound?" sitting there you wonder if you have anything planned. "Hm, Yes- I should be free. What time works best for you?" "5:30 sharp." you make a mental note of the time, "Where should we meet?" "The Grand Narukami Shrine. All the other shrine maidens should be off duty by then, so we'll have the whole place to ourselves. Does that sound good?" "Yes of course.” you replied full of glee. She picked up her empty drink and bowed, "I hope to see you then. Farewell, Y/n."

Today was the day! Your first official date with THE Yae Miko. Sure, you knew nothing about her but this would be the perfect opportunity! Slipping on your cute frilly dress you were sure Miko would like, a pair of Mary Jane heels specially imported from Mondstadt, you slipped your purse over your shoulder. Making your way over you begin to compile a list of things to talk about, her hobbies, favorite foods, favorite color if she's ever been on a date with anyone else? No, scratch that one. Oh well, you had a whole hour to think of funny jokes, interesting topics, etc.

You finally made it up the mountain, gosh you were hoping she had a few snacks prepared because you were starving… Oh? Looking around you notice she wasn't there to greet you, well it's not like she ever said she was… You walk around the shrine buildings and she's nowhere to be seen. Maybe she's inside? You open one of the doors and you hear faint moaning… Miko? Oh no. What if she's in trouble? You rush in quietly turning the corner and…

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Oh my god. Yae was hunched over her tongue lolling out as she rode her above-average-sized dildo. She covered her mouth with her free hand while the other fondled her breast. All you could do was stand there in shock and watch. Was the head of The Grand Narukami shrine really doing this? ON THE SHRINE GROUNDS? WHAT IF SOMEBODY FOUND OUT? Wait, that's the least of your worries right now… You glance at her again, she's wearing a harness that squeezes her perfectly shaped breasts, a drop shoulder sweater that leaves her chest exposed, and pretty pink garter belts that hold up her sheer stockings that were a size too small for her voluptuous tighs. Oh, how you dreamed of them around your head… Miko's small laptop went off with a 'ding' noise, she let out a small 'Thank You' as she began to ride the toy faster, wet noises and whimpers echoed against the walls. After a few more thrusts she slammed her hips down with a loud whimper as she came undone on the toy. Getting up and off of it she looked into her camera and read a few things along with a handful of usernames. "Ah Thank you for all the generous donations~! I'll be taking a quick break for now, please leave some suggestions on what you want me to do next. Like should I try the new Mitachurl toy I just received in the mail? I'll be back!" with a quick press of a button she muted herself and her screen changed to a pretty pink and a 'Stream starting soon~!'

Yae got walked over to you smiling slyly, "So my dearest? How did you like the show? Surely that was enough to get you worked up and ready." Taking a small step back you struggle to speak, "Miko I- I thought this was gonna be a date? T-this is…" you turn away with a deep blush. "This is- Gonna be one date to remember wouldn't you say, Y/n? Please, I saw the way you eyed me down like a lustful hound. C'monn it won't be that bad~" she pinned you against the wall and nipped at your neck, "You know you want this, Y/n. You can't hide your true intentions from me silly~" You could feel her electrifying gaze on you. Letting out a deep sigh you agree. "Fine, only because it's you." Yae smiles happily clasping her hand together before she began to hastily undress you. "Let's get this pretty dress off and oh my! Where did you get these shoes? They are sooo cute! Y/n, dearest, you're gonna have to take me shopping sometime!" you let out a quick 'haha of course' before she pulled your cute lace panties down. "Oh my~ someone is excited~" she stared at your cute little pussy before taking your last piece of clothing off.

"Okay, so here is how this is gonna go, we're gonna have a bit of fun edging each other until we hear a 'ding' when we hear that 'ding' that means we can make each other cum, then rinse and repeat with different toys. Got it, Love?" you nod before a question comes to mind, "Wait- will everyone know it's me, or like am I gonna get publicly shamed?" Yae is glad you're so smart, "No, this stream is strictly for those who make great donations to the shrine. So you won't have to worry about any of your friends or family seeing this. Now, let's start~"

The stream starts back up and you lean into Miko shyly hiding your bare body. "Ah, I'm back everyone, and with a guest! Please welcome our lovely guest today, "Ai." Okay, that clearly isn't your name, it's just some random name Miko made up to protect your identity (even though you'll be seen naked on camera…) "H-hello everybody!" you wave shyly at the camera a little camera shy. "Let's see… How much have we ma- Er, I mean… Which toy got the most votes, let's see!" Yae scrolled around and pulled up a poll, "Mitachurl" was the number one. "Oh~ It seems Mitachurl is the winner of this round!" she opened the box next to her and pulled out this massive toy. Was she really gonna fuck you with this? Surely not, right? THIS COULD LITERALLY SPLIT YOU IN HALF… Taking out a bottle of lube she poured some on it before she turned towards you smirking, "Okay Ai, just go ahead and lay back… Let mommy take care of everything~" Gulping loudly you lay back whispering some prayers.

Circling the tip around your clit she pressed a few kisses to your neck whispering, "If it ever becomes too much you have to tell me, okay?" you nod agreeing to do so. Pouring some lube onto your genitals she rubs a few more circles into your pussy, slowly inserting it into your aching hole. "Mmmffmm~" you cover your mouth biting onto your middle finger as your legs lifted up slightly. "Oh, my~ Don't shy away from me now" Placing wet kisses into your neck she pushes the dildo in your wet hole "MmmMMMmmm s-so big-" you feel a burning sensation throughout your lower region, nipples perking up as Miko suckles on them. "Okay Ai, I'm gonna put it in fully." nodding you brace yourself for the burning and splitting sensation, "okay, I'm ready." With a quick thrust, she slams it into you, thrusting it in and out slowly and harshly. "M-Miko! Its hurts- oh fuck~" Miko shuts you up with a deep passionate kiss, using her free hand to rub circles into your clit. Everything felt overwhelming, the pain began to fade away and pleasure made itself known. LIKE REALLY KNOWN. The thick and long dick was rubbing against your sweet velvety walls and all you could do was squirm and let out sweet little whimpers, practically begging Yae to fuck you faster and harder. Yae hummed softly as she looked over to her newest comments, still thrusting the toy in and out of you, "Ah thank you all for the sakura petals! If we can get a sum of 25,000 mora by the end of the night, I and Ai will take some lewd photos for you all! If you donate an extra 1,500 mora you may request us to do anything for these photos! Remember 25,000 mora and an extra 1,500 mora will we do anything you request!" she smirks before turning her attention back to you. "Please… Go faster Yae… Please~" she slows her paste, "Ah ah ah" pulling it out of your seeping wet hole she smirks, "It hasn't even been 10 minutes my sweetest sakura~ We have to go a biittt longer~ Cmon I know you can hold out a bit longer~" she pulls out another toy, a small egg-shaped one, with a click of a button it starts vibrating. Quickly holding it against your clit, thighs shaking as your tongue lolls out as you pant loudly, "Ohhh that feels s-so good~!" Spreading your legs apart further as you push your waist into the air to try and feel more of the harsh vibrations, Miko leaned over and placed her supple breast into your mouth, you weren't sure what to do so you began sucking on it. "Ah you dirty girl~" Now this turned some on some weird old guy and with a 'ding' you smiled happily, you could finally cum.

With a quick 'Thank You' Miko set the vibrator on max while she pulled herself up and put on a belt, buckling the Mitachurl onto her pelvis, and with a swift movement she slammed her hips into you. "OH MY GOD~!" she pulled her legs over her shoulders as she tried to get herself deeper into you. Pushing you into a mating press she began plowing into your aching cunt, "You like being mommy's little bitch, huh?" grabbing your hair she forced you to look into her deep purple eyes. "Yes, m-mommy~ Nnnghhh you're so big~ Go on and fuck my slutty little pussy~" Lapping at your neck, biting and kissing your neck she marks you as hers. 'DING' Miko lets out a surprised gasp, the vibrator toy she keeps on her puffy pink clit starts vibrating at max speed. Looks like someone donated a shit ton of my money to set that off. "My my… Looks like one of you sick old fucks really wanted the most out of this, huh~ Mmmm yes that feels so good~ You dirty old men better stroking your dicks to this, hahh… Play with your pretty red tips, oh yeah~ Just like that~ Oh you're so big aren't you?" Turning back to face you she places a quick wet kiss on your lips, "Ai I'm pulling out real quick." Gasping for air as she got up and off of you for a second, once she pulled out you whimpered. "Ah~ I'm so happy we reached our goal of 25,000 mora~ Thank You all! Since I'm so nice I'll go ahead and turn on the second camera!" Reaching over she clicked the camera to 'ON' She looked at the screen and moved it accordingly to face your neck and pretty supple breasts. "Okay, let us continue~" Aligning the dildo into your hole swiftly, hips slamming into you. Eyes rolling up you can feel the big slimy tip kissing your cervix, walls squeezing around the veiny dick. Yae's tits bounce against yours, and both of your tits are squishing together perfectly. "You like that, Ai~ You like how my big monster cock fucks you good, huh?" Nodding as you claw at her back desperately, "Yes~! Fuck me harder Mommy" Miko can feel herself coming undone, she was whimpering. "Yes~! Let mommy fuck your sluty little pussy… hah…" Your pussy was so done with being edged it felt like you were about to cum, finally. Biting down on your lower lip, and shutting your eyes closed everything felt heavy. Pussy quivering, clit heavy and puffy from all the stimulation. Swiftly she pulled out of you. "Hold on baby girl…" Discarding the strap she pulled the vibrators off both of your puffy red clits she scooted closer to you as she spread her legs. Slamming her hips into you, you began scissoring. "Mmmmffnnnmmmghh yes yes YES~ Just like that~ Bet your gonna cum all over this slutty pussy, huh~?" Miko turned towards the camera, "Yeah, you dirty old men better stroking your tiny dicks to this, yeah? Just like that, oohhhfuucckk~ What's that? Are you gonna cum? Just keep stroking, just like that." With a loud whine you came, "FUCK MOMMY~ IM CUMMING~ FEELS SO GOOD~" It felt like a water balloon burst, you squirted all over her pussy, and she pulled back as she placed her wet mouth onto your cunt. Slurping up all your juices, tongues circling your clit, you came again. It felt like your juices wouldn't stop pouring out. "Oho~ I can't believe I landed myself a squirter~ Oh how lucky am I?" You fall back, limp and sore, she wasn't done yet though. Crawling over you she placed her cunt over your face, "Open up~" you opened your mouth, tongue ready to be used. Grabbing onto a nearby pillow, Miko began riding your face. Your tongue flicked back and forth inside of her feeling her gummy walls on your tongue. "Hnnghhh~ You're so good for mommy, come on make her cum in your mouth. Show me you deserve it." Taking this as a challenge you start lapping at her puffy pink clit and placing wet kisses on it. Moaning into it Miko could feel the faint vibrations as straddled your face harsher, "Yesyesyes so good~" It felt like her pussy was fluttering. Finally, the cord in her snapped. "OHFUCK~ YESYES YESYES!! YOU'RE SO FUCKING GOOD FOR MOMMY, MY GOOD GIRL~!" Lapping up at her cum. It was sweet, not wasting a single drop.

Miko wobbled off of you as she caught her breath, "A-and that concludes today's stream! I- I hope you all enjoyed it~ Again thank you all so much for the donations. Alright, Ai, it's time to say goodbye." Struggling to get up you face towards the camera and flash the camera the cutest smile you can muster up, "T- Thank you all~ I'm so happy I was able to be part of the stream. I hope Ms. Yae Miko invites me on sometime again." Bowing out of respect you clasp your hands together and then lean against Miko closing your eyes. It seems like you were falling asleep, oh well you can't find the strength to walk off-camera… The last thing you heard was Miko saying her thank yous and goodbyes.

"Y/n, let's go get you washed up." The kitsune lifted you up like it was nothing, walking over to the bathroom. Being placed into the warm water felt nice your limbs relaxed as you let out a contempt sigh. "Sorry if I was too rough on you, those old perverts like to watch it rough." "It's okay, I don't mind." Huffing she smile dumbfounded before she poured the warm water onto your head…

"Y/n, are you comfortable?" "Yeah… I am so ready to sleep." She wrapped her slender arms around you, nuzzling into your neck, and inhaling your scent, "I'm glad. Good night, sweetheart." Humming in response you drifted off to sleep…

The Empresses Concubine

CW!! Raiden has a cock! +more pure smut

The Raiden Shoguns divine gaze was not to be spared lightly. If she were to look at you, you should bask in her divine presence as that meant she has picked you to be a one her concubine. Out of all people, you were chosen. This will be no easy feat but you did your best to satisfy the gods “special” request.

Naked with nothing but heels, leash, and a collar on you hold onto a piece of furniture, you are spread out before her, all your pride and shame have flown out the window. Her slim fingers trail down your back down and around the plump of your ass before she places a harsh slap against it.

Yelping out you try to contain your whimpers, she ghosts her fingers over the red hand marks laid on your ass. This goes on for a period of time before she demands you bend over the railing of her balcony. With a yank of your leash connected to your collar you’re already bent over, a whole nation- under her control- is bellow you. You’re praying no one is looking up to their gods abode- seeking answers to their prayers they shall not find, but a bitch a of concubine ready to serve the almighty shogun.

Her tip is leaking with precum as she pulls your leash, making your arch back as far as it can go. Stroking her massive cock with a couple of veins popping out, she slides the slightly violet tip into your cunt. It’s a tight fit, but she’s sure she can squeeze all her mass in- no, she will. She needs to feel your spongy walls around her cock, needs to feel your warmth milking her dry as she pumps it in and out of you. Needs you to feel her twitch inside of you after she dumps her load into you for the nth time, only to flip you as she spreads you legs as far as she can before she takes you missionary. The way her big balls slap against the bottom of your pussy, slick from your sopping wet hole make a loud ‘plap plap plap’ noise every time she thrusts balls deep into you. The way you make her feel from the tip to the base a sweet and beautiful bliss she’s been chasing for an eternity- an orgasm that makes her wail as she bites into your neck to subdue her loud cries of pleasure.

While you can only babble loud cries begging and praising her to stop, for more, something in between. The string in your belly has long since snapped and all you can feel is an overwhelming pleasure inside- the way her pelvis rubs into your overstimulated clit, the way it feels so nice and warm all throughout your wet pussy, looking down you notice a ring of cum around the base of her cock. Oh how lewd this all was.

She thrusts one last time before picking you up and taking you to your now shared bed before lying you down (she’s still inside of you) then throwing your legs over your shoulders, she’s signing you praises on how she knows your body probably hurts from being stretched in a weird way but she’s gonna make you feel so so, so good if you just let her take care of you.

Once she starts thrusting again you can already feel yourself cumming. You, absolutely cock drunk, call her daddy. Oh and she’s 100% into it. Starting off slow she asks, “What was that, Darling?” you can try to hide all you want but she’s not gonna take no for an answer. “Did you just call me ‘daddy’?” if you nod you can bet she’s breeding you till the morning. All her other concubines will hear you yelling “daddy” over and over again all night.

You can be sure that you’ll be promoted from concubine to empress immediately after your night together. Oh, and you can be sure that you’re coming out pregnant and your mind absolutely broken from being fucked so good by the Raiden Shogun. Whether it be the puppet or Ei, you’re going to be fucked so well, just as a pretty/handsome empress should.

THANK YOU FOR READING!! :3

[griffinshoodie]

UM??? HELLO???? WHY DID NO ONE TELL ME ABOUT THIS

[obeythedemons]

The Distraction [Obey Me! Barbatos/MC]

Note: I’m listening to a local school board meeting - it’s a train wreck. The majority of people that live here suck.

Obey Me! Masterlist

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“Hello?” MC answered their D.D.D. It was a number from the castle, but it wasn’t Diavolo or Barbatos.

“MC! Is that you?” a shrill panicked voice sounded on the other end.

“Speaking,” MC hummed as they shifted so that their shoulder held their D.D.D. up to their ear. “Is that you No. 2?”

“Yes! I need your help, please! I had an accident in one of the restrooms here and I ended up blowing up a bath bomb. The whole room’s a mess!”

“Do you need me to come over and help clean up?” They furrow their eyebrows together.

“No! Beelzebub’s already coming over for that. I need you to distract Barbatos while we clean it up! Even if he finds out, if he hangs out with you, he won’t be nearly as angry with me. Please, he’s so scary when he’s angry!”

“I don’t think he’s that scary,” MC spoke quietly.

“That’s because he never gets angry with you! No matter what you do! Now please, you have to help me out! I’ll do anything, I’ll get you anything!”

MC snorted quietly in amusement. “You do realize that I’m fine with just hanging out with Barbatos, right? I don’t need to be bribed.”

"Right, I forgot you’re in love with him,” No. 2 grumbled.

“Wha--!” MC stammered; their hand shot up to secure their phone. “I never said that!”

"Whatever, just go distract him. He’s at the market right now on one of his daily runs.”

“Yeah, yeah,” MC muttered and stood from their desk before they shrugged on a jacket. “Good luck cleaning the bathroom. You better make sure Beel doesn’t eat everything in the kitchen, or that will really make Barbatos angry.”

“Shit, I didn’t think about that…Maybe you should make him stay the night.”

“Goodbye, No. 2.” MC pressed their finger against the screen of their phone, wishing that they could still slap their phone shut to hang up like the old days. They huffed and walked out of their room and grumbled to no one, “I’m not in love with him.”

“Who, Barbatos? Yes, you are,” Beel’s voice startled MC. They looked up at him, their mouth hanging open. “Are you going to the market to distract him?”

“Yes,” MC sighed and looked away from the Avatar of Gluttony. “Make sure you don’t eat all of the food at the castle, okay?”

"Right,” it was Beelzebub’s turn to sigh. “You might want to have him stay the night here.”

“Beel!” MC whined at what he insinuated. He simply chuckled and ruffled their hair.

“Good luck, MC.”

They buried their face further into their jacket and stuffed their hands into its pockets. Their feet carried them to the market. They glanced around for the butler, trying to pick him out of the crowd of demons. Then, their eyes landed on him. A soft smile graced his features as he examined a box of teas.

MC gulped at how peaceful he looked. “…I am in love with him.”

As if he sensed their gaze, he looked over towards MC. His soft smile grew ever so slightly at the sight of the human. Taking a deep breath, MC walked towards him and gave him a shaky greeting, “Hi, Barbatos. Which trip to the market is this for today?”

“My third and final trip,” Barbatos hummed. “I’m surprised to see you here.”

"Oh? Getting things for dinner?”

“Actually,” Barbatos said with a slight chuckle. “I had already purchased everything for dinner. This is just a trip to purchase some things I wanted for myself. I finished all of my duties early, so I didn’t see the harm in doing so.”

MC froze. All of the ingredients for dinner were at the castle, where Beel was heading. “O-Oh? That’s nice.”

Barbatos glanced back at the box of teas he was examining. “Yes, though, I only have a couple of things I wanted to purchase, so it should be a fast trip.”

“A-Ah? That’s a shame!” MC panicked.

Barbatos blinked and tilted his head out of confusion as he redirected his attention to MC. “It is?”

"Since you’re here, I was hoping we could spend some time together,” MC spoke carefully as they looked off to the side. “And…A-Asmo and the others wanted to see if you and Lord Diavolo wanted to spend the night at the house of a sleepover.” The food was likely already devoured given how insane their DDD was going on in their pocket. “What do you say?” They looked back at him with a hopeful, yet nervous smile.

Barbatos watched them for a moment. He chuckled lightly. “Although it is apparent that you are trying to hide something from me, I am sure the young lord would leap at the chance. There is just the matter of dinner.”

“We’ll have dinner ready at the house,” MC spoke quickly. “And we’ll pay for the groceries to replace the ones that won’t be fresh tomorrow.” Lucifer would have to pay for them regardless. “But…Would you want to stay the night?” MC played with a loose string on their jacket and glanced towards the box of teas, struggling to make eye contact with him. “Not Lord Diavolo, you.”

His eyes widened by the slightest of margins. A light flush covered his cheeks. “Yes, I would. Though, not because of the brothers. I want to because you will be there.”

MC snapped their attention away from the box of tea and to him. A wide smile covered their face. They couldn’t help the small giggle that passed their lips. They shielded their mouth with their hand at the sound. “G-great,” they spoke softly. “I’ll go ahead and let the others know. If you’ll just excuse me for a second.” Barbatos nodded and went to purchase the tea while MC texted the house.

MC: We’re hosting a sleepover for Diavolo and Barbatos tonight.

Lucifer: Excuse me?

MC: Beel ate everything Barbatos bought for dinner.

Beel: Sorry….

Lucifer: I see. Satan, can you make dinner for two more?

Satan: On it.

Satan: Beel, you need to do better about eating food that’s not yours.

Beel: I know.

MC tucked away their DDD and turned to Barbatos. He offered a small smile to them and offered a free arm that wasn’t holding two bags. “Before we head back to the House of Lamentation, shall we spend some time together? Just the two of us?” MC happily took his arm and hummed quietly. Barbatos felt his heart beat a little fast at the content. He looked ahead to try and calm himself down as the pair made their way through the market. “So, how upset will I be with No. 2 and Beelzebub?” MC froze.

[cousinslavellan-archive]

❝  every time you smile at me,  i memorize it.  i remember each moment that i get to be the one to bring out that light inside you.  no matter what happens between us,  that’s what i’ll remember.   ❞

For whatever pairing you'd like! 🥰

@scribesofcalamity

Astarion X MC, Modern AU. No Mindflayers here just fluff and some slight angst vibes at the end. @scribesofcalamity ty for the prompt I ended up using it for my BG3 kiddo and Astarion months later haha ♥♥

It’s a night like any other, really. The only difference is that they’re in her bed instead of his.

The sheets are twisted about them as they cling to each other, gasps and sighs and moans the only sounds in the room as they finish, bodies pressed close and slicked with sweat.

Adalynn has lost count of the nights and days spent in bed like this - why should she keep track, when every encounter is just as intoxicating as the first? They’ve made no true promises to each other, but they are dating - and she is content with that, she tells herself, hands running idly down his back as he pulls gingerly from her body.

Astarion doesn’t pull fully away, though, staying pressed close and nuzzling into her throat, lips and tongue working to clean up the small mess he’d made while lost in feeling.

Adalynn swats at him with a laugh, ticklish, still giggling even as the touches gentle, paying careful attention to the fresh bite wounds.

The laugher subsides as she feels him pull back, eyes opening to smile brilliantly up at him - the vampire never far away, only leaning on an elbow to watch her.

There’s something in his gaze that makes her pause, though - some depth of emotion she can’t pinpoint, a determined squint that’s out of place in their usual post-frolick teasing.

“Astarion?”

“Yes, my dear?”

Her lips twitch up again, an automatic response to the endearment. “You look so serious - is something wrong?”

He doesn’t answer, remaining silent for a long moment. His eyes stay locked on her face, a press to his lips that has her sincerely concerned - before he finally answers, in a tone she’s not sure she’s heard him use before.

“Every time you smile at me, I memorize it.” Astarion lifts a hand to cup her face, thumb stroking over the corner of her lips. “I have lived a long, long life, and I can count on one hand the amount of times that someone has smiled - truly smiled - because of me, for me, since being turned.”

Adalynn stares at him for a moment, startled by this sudden admission - opening her mouth to respond only to be shushed by a finger against her lips.

“I’m not finished, love.” he watches her for a moment, waiting for an indication to continue, then clears his throat, glancing briefly away.

“Vampires… well, even elves… we have long, long memories. And I remember each moment that I’ve made you smile, each moment that I get to be the one to bring out that light inside of you. It’s intoxicating, in a way… and a little unnerving.”

“I haven’t allowed myself to care for someone this deeply… ever, truth be told. I hadn’t had the chance before the incident, and, well…”

“Astarion…”

“I guess what I’m trying to say, is…no matter what happens between us, or what happens after you…” he scowls deeply for a moment, shaking the thought away with a rough cough, “...that’s what I’ll remember. How bright you shine for me, always.”

Adalynn bites her lip, blinking furiously when she feels moisture gathering in her eyes. She tries to smile again and knows it comes out watery, laughing a little at the panicked look that overtakes Astarion’s previously serious expression.

“I said that wrong, didn’t I? Hells, you know I’m not good at this sort of-”

She stops his rambling by wrapping her arms around his neck and pulling him back down on top of her, hugging him close. There’s a moment where he stiffens before relaxing and letting his arms slip down and under her to squeeze her in return, his breath a warm caress over her throat.

“We have lots of time, Astarion.” Adalynn whispers in his ear, tail slinking up to wrap around his thigh, “I’ll make sure you have plenty to remember me by.”

Astarion’s answer is a groan against her skin, fangs dragging over her pulse before he kisses the spot in apology.

Not for the first time, a little voice in her mind whispers that she could turn, stay with him, but she shoves it down, tightening her grip around him.

That discussion can wait. For now, all that matters is the man wrapped around her, his undead heart for once laid bare.

[thewritetofreespeech]

Can you do a scenario Obey Me were MC has a accidental nip slip that she doesnt notice, but the brothers do.

For the sake of an even playing field, all 7 boys will be reacting to the same scenario: coming to wake MC up in the morning for school only for their titty to be half out.

Lucifer

His knock was polite, but stern. Three short raps, followed by a long pause, before he let himself in. “[Y/N], I have to insist you get up now. You will be late for classes.”

You groan and cruel further into yourself under the covers. Trying to hold on to your sleep, but it was already slipping away through your fingers. With a huff you uncoil yourself and come out from under the covers. “Alright. I’m up.” You announce. Awake but still dreamy eyed as you rubbed the sleep from them.

When your eyes refocus, you see Lucifer staring at you. His face it’s normal placid expression, but definitely staring. “What’s wrong?” You ask. Was your hair some sort of crazy way?

The demon smirked and walked over to you. You blush as he came close to your bed and bent over, rebuttoning your pajama top that had come open in the middle of the night and left your left side exposed. How embarrassing?!

“Perhaps I should come wake you up more often.” He said with a sultry smirk. “Or at least not on a day when you have school. Now, I must insist you get ready. Our model exchange student can’t be late for their day.” He gave you a peck on the cheek and saw his way out. You have to wonder if he was really going to ‘wake you up’ on Saturday…..

Mammon

The loud sound of your door being flung open startled you from your sleep, and practically out of bed. “Hey, hey, hey! Time to get up sleepy head!”

“Mammon!” You growl from under the covers. “What the hell are you doing?!”

“I came to wake you up. Lucifer told me to make sure you’re ready for school. Even Belphie beat you downstairs. Come on. Chop chop!”

You groan and fling your covers off. Sitting up to scratch your head. Hopefully your day was more peaceful after this.

“[Y-Y-Y/N]! What the hell?!” You look over at the demon who had gone from horribly confident to horribly red & stammering in a matter of moments. “Do you always sleep like that?!”

You look down, trying to see what the big deal was, and realizing your chest was exposed. “N-No! It just came off in my sleep! Who are you to judge anyway?! You sleep naked!”

“Yeah! But not with anyone around!”

“You’re not supposed to be around!” You pick up a pillow and toss it at him, which he easily dodged, before shouting, “get out!” The demon did as he was told and scampered off, like a rabbit with his tail on fire.

He avoided you for the rest of the day. Making eye contact but fervently darting his gaze away. Mammon finally came up to you after dinner to apologize, and promised that if he had to wake you up again, he would knock first.

Levi

You were dreaming about pancakes when there was a knock at your door. Quiet, at first. Almost like someone’s knuckles barely touched the door. Then they knocked again, seeming to realize that the first few knocks were no good, knocking with confidence.

“[Y/N]-chan? Are you awake?” You open your eyes from your blanket nest to see Levi poking his head in. “It’s time for school.”

“Oh…yeah…” You yawn after that. Cutting off whatever else you were going to say after that. You shouldn’t have let Levi talk you into watching an anime marathon with him. You’d only gone to sleep a few hours ago. “What time is it?”

The demon looked down at his watch while you got out of bed, and when he looked up his face was completely red.

“[Y-Y-Y/N]! Y-Your….! Ah! I’m so sorry!!”

You blink in a start as Levi slammed the door as he ran away. You wonder what happened, but then catch sight of yourself in the mirror. Your top half exposed. You blush yourself at realizing why he had taken off, but get over the mortification quickly as you had to get ready for school.

Poor Levi couldn’t come near you for several days after that without turning beet red or becoming a stammering idiot. You have to assure him several times that it was really ok, and that your honor was intact, but he promised never to come get your up for school ever again.

Satan

There was a sharp rap at your door that awoke you from your slumber.

“[Y/N], are you awake?”

“Satan?” You question. Hearing his voice from the other side of the door. What was he doing here so early?

Seeming to sense your question, the fourth eldest brother replied in kind. “Lucifer sent me to get you. He was concerned you would be late for school since you weren’t down at breakfast yet. May I come in?”

You chuckle lightly at his polite request and tell him he could come in. Your arms stretching over your head as the door opened and the blonde walked in. “Ah good. You are awake. I was concerned that…uh….um….”

You blink curiously as Satan seemed to lose his train of thought. Unusual for him, as he was typically such a word smith, so you had to ask. “Satan? Is something wrong?”

“I ah…ahem!” The demon cleared his throat. Covering his face with his hand, hiding his blush, as he looked away. “I uh…apologize. I should have given you more time to get ready before I let myself in. Or at least properly dressed.”

Your brow furrowed and you look down to see your pajama top open and blush. Quickly closing it with an apology. “I’m so sorry!”

“It’s...quite alright. I’ll uh…ahem…leave you to get ready now that I know your awake. I’ll see you at school.”

The demon, who normally walked with such purpose and confidence, seemed to stumble in his walk out of your room. Seeming to want to stay, but fighting the urge and forcing himself to leave. Apparently after he had left, he’d gotten into a fight with Mammon and threw him into a wall. You suppose that energy had to go somewhere.

Asmo

A light, delicate rapping on your door woke you up from your peaceful dream about cupcakes and French lattes. The sound was whimsical. Almost like a bird. After that, the smell of roses filled the room as the door opened and the Avatar of Lust appeared.

“Gooood morning darling~!” Asmodeus cheered as he let himself in. Practically gliding across the room and perching himself on the edge of your bed. “Wake up sleeping beauty! Classes will be starting soon, and we don’t want to be late. You need to get up, so you can get ready and look your best.”

You groan softly, but come out from under the covers as requested. He was right. It was time to get ready.

“Aaahh~! [Y/N]! You naughty thing. Tempting me this early in the morning.” You blink the last big of sleep from your gaze, and look down to see where his was trained. You yip as you realize he was staring at your exposed breast, and smacked his hand away when it inched closer.

“Asmodeus!”

The androgenous demon giggled at your scolding, but pulled his hand away in surrender. “Sorry, sorry. I was only kidding.” You have to wonder if he was only ‘kidding’ now that he got rejected. “Let’s just keep this our little secret, ok? I don’t want my brothers getting super jealous about seeing our beautiful [Y/N] in their morning glory. They’ll be banging down the door every morning to get a peek.” Asmo then winked, leaning in to steal a quick peck on your cheek, before he jumped up. “I’ll be waiting for you downstairs~! Unless you need help getting ready. I have too good hands and a lot of enthusiasm for a chore like that.”

The demon giggled brightly all the way out of the room as your tossed pillows at him like rose petals to show him the door.

Beel

The knock on your door was loud, though you could tell not intentionally. It was more a factor of the large fist knocking on it, rather than the force, of the largest of the seven brothers coming to wake you.

“[Y/N]?” You heard Beel’s voice from under your blanket nest. Smiling soft at the gentle way he’d come to wake you up. He must have a lot of experience with Belphie. “Lucifer asked me to come get you up for school. I brought you some breakfast. I didn’t want you to miss out.” You hear what you assume is a tray being sat on your desk. “Some of it didn’t make it all the way here, but most of it did! I tried to keep your favorites safe for you. Mammon wanted the last Hellfire sausage, but I got it for you.”

Your soft smile increased as you pictured the bright, sun like smile on the gentle giants face. Proud of himself for getting it and keeping himself from eating it for you. “Thanks Beel,” you tell him. Coming out from under your covers to see that smiling face in person.

You see it for a moment before his face feel. His eyes averting away from you, and his cheeks turning around as red as his carrot top. “Uh..[Y/N]…your top is kind of falling off.”

You look down and gasp, quickly covering ourself up. “I’m sorry!!”

“That’s ok.” Beel said with a soft laugh. “It happens. Plus, you’ve seen me with my shirt off all the time. It’s not a big deal.”

“It’s not exactly the same….” You mutter quietly into your blanket.

Beel just laughed jovially again, and came over to pat your head. “Come on. Your breakfast is getting cold. I’ll leave so you can eat and get ready. Do you want me to walk you to first period when you’re done?” You nodded into your blankets this time. “Ok! I’ll meet you in the lobby when you’re done.”

With another big smile, your big guy left. Letting you change and enjoy your breakfast, with Hellfire sausage.

Belphie

“Oy…[Y/N]….wake up….”

“Mhmp….Belphie?” Your eyes crack open as he gently shook you. When had he come into your room? You hadn’t heard him knock, or even the door open. Had he just let himself in? “What are you doing here?”

“Stupid Lucifer told me to come get you up for school.” He told you. “I don’t know why. I’m not good at waking people up. I’m barely awake myself.” His statement was punctuated with a long yawn.

You sleepily chuckle and sit up. “Well, you are up. So you’re doing better than me.”

His droopy eyes were looking at you, or perhaps more specifically in your direction. He seemed to be looking at something totally other than your face, and you were about to ask him what when he said, “your boob is sticking out.” Pointing for affect.

You look down to where he was pointing and squeal. Closing your pajama top tight with both hands. “Belphegor! Don’t stare!”

“Why not? It’s nothing haven’t seen before. Remember when your top came off at the beach last summer?”

“That is not something I want to remember right now! And it is not the same! Get out!”

The Sloth demon picked at his ear in annoyance of your yelling, but gave a soft ‘yeah, yeah’ as he saw himself out. Mission accomplished.

He doesn’t seem to understand why you were annoyed with him for the rest of the day, but still made an effort to apologize after a while so you would talk to him again. Only he was allowed to do the silent treatment.

[demonicheadcanons]

Haha and okay I just saw that your askbox is open and read your rules, so if you don't mind, could I please request some hcs for Beel, Mammon, Asmo and Belphie and how they like to cuddle with mc? Cuddle hcs basically lol. If four is too many please feel free to adjust this! Thank you so much and I hope you have a wonderful day 🥰

The Obey Me Brothers: Cuddling / Sleeping Headcanons

AN: Sorry this took a while!! I decided to write for all the brothers because I have a tiny rough draft of cuddle headcanons back from like, the first week I started the game. Mammon’s was the first I came up with, and I filled in the rest from my impressions of the boys from the first 4 lessons. They’ve evolved since then, and I hope they’re alright!! Take care 💙

Brother x reader writing style. Gender neutral reader as always. Written on mobile primarily so excuse any formatting mistakes please ;u; I only go on PC to add finishing touches and a read more

Some things may come off as suggestive, but aren’t really intended that way except for Asmo’s - this is fluff through and through

Lucifer

- Ideal cuddles: Likes to have you lay on his chest in his bed. He doesn’t want his brothers intruding and annoying him or pulling his attention away from you, so his room works best. There’s something about being able to look down and immediately see you there that almost gives him butterflies. It settles him immediately. He’s canonically not a morning demon, but waking up to that sight and knowing you trust him and feel comfortable around him gives him enough motivation and hope to do anything. Getting through the days becomes a breeze when he knows he can return to that most nights. He’s also a real delight to see on those early mornings - tired, but his smile brightens up his eyes, and his hair is a mess over the pillows. He’s not stressed out yet, so he’s fully relaxed and looks quite elegant.

Sadly, he’s often busy, and regularly misses out on sleep. At times like this, he likes having you curled up in his lap whilst he works, so long as you don’t distract him. He’ll press occasional kisses to your temple and you can nap or read or just lay there and listen to the music he always has playing when you’re in his study.

- He has to be very close to the MC to let them cuddle up to him, and initially he’s a bit stiff and awkward because he kind of forgot what this feels like. For the first while he’s quiet every time you cuddle him, wrapping his arms around you and leaning his head against yours and staring off into the distance. He’s touch-starved. Give him a moment.

- Once he settles and starts to get used to affection, if you two are alone he’ll walk up and put his arms around your shoulders and pull you in for hugs, leaning his chin against the top of your head. One time, months into whatever relationship you have, he does it in front of his brothers without thinking, and whilst he feels embarrassed after he realises he doesn’t mind - somewhere between him seeing it as staking a claim, because he’s still the avatar of pride, and between feeling comfortable enough in your presence that he can’t bring himself to care how they’ll react.

- On his rare days off, will absolutely whisk you off somewhere else for a day out in the Devildom and a night in a cabin or hotel or something where no one will bother the two of you and he can hold you in his arms for as long as he wants to and talk to you about everything that comes to mind, completely free and relaxed. He’s one to mumble about something or other when cuddling, unless he’s working, so when the two of you are just relaxing together he’ll ramble about something or ask you questions and listen to you talk.

- Once Luci said something that made you laugh whilst you were laying with your head on his chest and he knows he’s never going to forget about it. Will intentionally try to make you laugh so that he can experience that again. He was an angel once and yet, nothing feels more like heaven to him. Only thing is he’s not above teasing and tickling you to get a reaction out of you, so long as it’s one that might end in you laughing and smiling up at him, and you’ll feel his own laughter rumbling about in his chest.

Mammon

- Ideal cuddles: In your bed - it smells like you and it’s tidier than his room, probably. He likes to have his arms wrapped around your midsection whilst facing each other, on your sides. He also doesn’t mind if you use his chest or shoulder as a pillow, so long as you both have your arms around one another. Often times he’ll bury his face in your hair to take in your scent and because it’s soft and calming. By the time you wake up, he’s going to end up wrapped around you like a koala.

- Adores cuddling on days off when the two of you don’t have to leave for longer than a few moments at a time, especially in a place where his brothers won’t bother you; think, staying in a cabin where it all feels so domestic, you two can wake up whenever you want and make breakfast together and stay practically attached at the hip the entire time, sinking back into bed or laying together on the sofa whenever you want. No responsibilities, no pressure.

- Plays with your hands, or runs his fingers along your side, or tucks one arm up behind your back to hold you really close and play with the strands of hair at the base of your scalp / top of your neck. So long as it doesn’t disturb you heavily, he tends to have some kind of motion, not one to stay still for long.

- He’s quite warm, almost rivaling Beel, so you might have to ask him to loosen his grip on you if you get warm easily. If you do, he pouts and suggests he lowers the temperature of the entire room instead, or buys thinner blankets or gets rid of blankets all together.

- He tries to stay up until you fall asleep because it feels so peaceful and he really feels like he’s protecting you. Also, no one can criticise him or be rude to him when they’re sleeping. Even if you don’t ever talk down on him, his brothers weigh him down, so watching over you whilst you rest in his arms makes him feel so much better without worrying that you’re judging him.

- One time you two were cuddling and he just started crying quietly, because damn, he’s the luckiest demon in all the Devildom and even Lord Diavolo would be jealous of him right now. He’s an emotional cuddler, and will randomly tear up or start chuckling to himself. He’s quiet and doesn’t usually voice his thoughts when cuddling but you can tell he’s thinking constantly and always really happy.

- He gets shy easily enough but he’s also possessive, and he’s not one to turn you down. Because of this he honestly doesn’t care where the two of you cuddle, or who sees. His grip gets a little tighter around you if his brothers walk in and you’re curled up together on the sofa or something, but he wants to be held 24/7 and any mild temporary discomforts are more than worth it when he’s with you.

Leviathan

- Ideal cuddles: Please lay on top of his chest. Literally just lay on top of him. He melts every single time. His bathtub bed is perfect for this, because there’s really no other way to lie unless you want him to lay on top of you, so he prefers cuddling there - that, and it helps him stay cool, and he gets to be in the safety of his own room. In an actual bed, he’s the little spoon all the way. It’s hard to convince him you truly like him, but when you cuddle up against his back and wrap your arms around him he feels a little safer believing you might be telling the truth. It also makes him feel really safe and comfortable, a barrier from the outside world that he rejects daily.

- It doesn’t happen very often, but Levi is one of the brothers most likely to sleep in his demon form, and occasionally when you’re cuddling he’s so relaxed he takes on his demon form without really thinking about it. He says sorry and, half asleep, offers to turn back, but if you’re not uncomfortable then he starts to do it more often. He’s mindful about his horns and prefers to cuddle in his bathtub so he doesn’t tear any of your pillows or accidentally jab you with his horns.

- He’s somewhat cold to the touch unless he forces himself to raise his internal temperature. You’re unlikely to overheat whilst cuddling with him, but you’ll need a thick blanket or you may end up shivering after a few minutes, at which point he’ll try his best to be warmer and apologise profusely. He hates being warm, though - best to just go for the layers of blankets.

- Y’know that one thing where (usually) a girl goes up to her boyfriend and climbs into his lap whilst he’s gaming? Adores that. Oh, it makes him so, so happy. The first time you do it he drops his controller and after a minute of startled silence where you wonder just how red his face can get, he wraps his arms around you tight enough that you feel your spine click, and he buries his face into your neck and stays there for as long as you let him. He’s so flustered and yet, you can tell he’s happier than he’s ever been. It instantly cheers him up no matter how bad his mood is. It’s even better if you’re playing a game on a handheld system whilst he plays or watches something and the two of you are just, wrapped around each other but still doing your own thing. He just wants you close to him. He just wants to know you like him. Please give this boy cuddles.

Satan

- Ideal cuddles: Like Mammon, in a bed he likes to have his arms around your waist and for the two of you to be facing each other. Your room would be ideal but he would really rather be in his so much he ends up cleaning all the books off his bed just so he can cuddle up with you. He also likes the idea of cuddling up under a tree somewhere, or in one of those plush window seats, where you two can look out over the Devildom and he can point out different places and talk about them all - Satan has connections everywhere, and you’ll feel like you know everyone by the time he’s done.

- Satan isn’t particularly warm or cold. His temperature varies with the seasons, but he’s mostly just lukewarm. This means you’re unlikely to overheat or be too cold when you cuddle, which is always good.

- He likes to read to you or have you read to him, or ask questions back and forth to prod at each other’s minds a bit. A talkative cuddler - there are brief moments of silence, but he’s thinking constantly and he wants you to be involved in that, just like every aspect of his life. There’s usually a clear connection between one of his thoughts and the next, and he’ll have calm discussions about thinks with you in his arms.

- Only falls asleep first if he’s really, really tired. Otherwise he’ll stay up and read or talk to you until you fall asleep. Like Mammon there’s something about the peace, something about knowing you trust him, that you don’t see him as his anger, nor as his false personality that he puts on to please the others and maintain a decent status in comparison to Lucifer. You just see him as he is. He thinks about this a lot as he pets your hair.

- Speaking of petting your hair, he has a tendency to run his nails over your scalp when you’re in his arms. If you’re uncomfortable it would be best to tell him early on before the habit is set in stone. His main source of affection comes from the stray cats he feeds outside, so he just uses whatever knowledge he’s gained from that. This also means he’ll take one of your hands in his arm press gently into your palm with his thumbs, like he’s pressing the pads on a cats paw.

- Feels close to normal when he’s cuddling. Like he was never born solely of one emotion, because he feels so many in those moments that he really could be a whole on his own. He’s not one to hide this, and will openly vent to you about it. As well as this, he’s quite likely to come straight to you if he isn’t feeling well and needs cuddles to settle down. The only exception is if he’s really angry and is worried he might hurt you by accident. Even then, if you can get close enough to take his hand or wrap your arms around him, there’s a large chance he’ll settle enough to hold you in kindness and he can begin to heal.

- He doesn’t talk about it openly but one time he’s in an awful mood and you grab his head and hold it against your chest until he lets out all his emotions and feels better and it becomes his favourite thing in the world. He loves to cuddle with his head against your chest and your fingers running through his hair. You can tell that he adores it because he ends up purring and nuzzling his face against you. Unlike Luci, he hasn’t been to heaven, but he’d be able to describe the feeling of it much better than God himself could using just that embrace as his reference point.

Asmodeus

- Ideal cuddles: “Whatever you want, honey.” He isn’t picky, he just wants to be touching you in any way possible. However, he really likes laying with his head on your stomach or chest - especially if he can press light kisses against them. He wants some skin-on-skin contact, even if its holding hands or one of you burying their face in the other’s neck, or pressing feathery kisses to the insides of your wrist. It soothes him. He can’t stop himself from grinning if you nuzzle into his neck.

- He’s just the right temperature for cuddles. He’s on the warmer side, but whatever the perfect temperature is for you, he’s there. When he sleeps on his own, he likes to have a lot of blankets piled up, and then have a fan on to balance out the temperature, and he’ll push for the same setup when you’re cuddling together.

- One of the brothers who will go up to you when he wants attention. He’s the least shy, and will happily throw an arm around you anytime, anywhere. Honestly if it doesn’t bother you, he’d pull you into his lap in public or in front of his brothers and cuddle you close to him. The only problem he could possibly imagine is that other people are jealous of the two of you, so you’d really have to sit him down and explain if PDA isn’t at all your thing. Happy enough to link pinkies if that’s all you’re comfortable with, but he needs a lot of affection, so expect him to essentially trap you in his room later so you spend time with him.

- King of gentle kisses and soothingly rubbing your arms / back if you’ve not had the best day. He doesn’t mind whether you two talk or not, but on bad days he’s the best to go to - he’ll listen to everything you have to say, and verbally destroy anyone who’s annoyed you, all whilst holding your head to his chest and tracing shapes against your back.

- Loves loves loves listening to you talk about your day and then filling you in on his own. He’s a gossip but harmlessly, and will talk about whatever’s trending currently, keeping you up to date on everything. If he really wants to show you something or take a photo with you he likes to cuddle up with an arm around you and hold his phone in his other hand, scrolling through whatever social media he’s found this really interesting or horrible thing on. Otherwise he’s quiet enough, with mumbled words of affection and some suggestive jokes (and touches, if you’re comfortable. He won’t go anywhere with it if you’re just cuddling). He’s just happy and he wants to soak in it for as long as possible; he finally understands how people feel when they fall for him, he says

Beelzebub

- Ideal cuddles: Big spoon. Preferably in his bed rather than yours. He wants to wrap his arms around you, especially if you’ve already got your arms wrapped around yourself so that he’s essentially holding your hands at the same time. He buries his face at the base of your neck / top of your spine. He also really, really loves just having you cling to him in some way, and will carry you around like that - usually he loves having you curled up in one arm whilst he goes about his day or eats.

- He is so warm, but if you’re laying down he’ll insist on having a blanket because it keeps him safe from the monsters in his closet :( You’ll definitely need something to cool you down, and he gets into the habit of getting you a glass and a large jug of water before you cuddle up together because you have to stay hydrated and it should help you cool down at least a little. Get him a thin blanket and a fan of some kind and it should just about balance it out.

- He’s the opposite of Belphie, in that he doesn’t tend to cuddle for long periods of time - he wants to, and pouts any time he has to get up, but even if you help him not feel quite so hungry, he still needs to eat regularly. If you’re asleep he’ll move as slowly and carefully as possible so that he doesn’t wake you up. If you’re awake he’ll gush out apologies and then ask if you want to be wrapped up in the blanket and carried along with him. If you say no he pours a fresh glass of water and rushes out and back because he really wants to spend time with you.

- Sometimes he just gets really excited and happy and he’ll grin at you wordlessly.

- He’s quiet but in the early morning, when he wakes up, even if you’re not awake he’ll press soft kisses against your shoulders and the back of your neck and whisper whatever comes to his mind. He tends to repeat over and over that he really cares about you and that he’s really glad you’re here.

Belphegor

- Ideal cuddles: In the attic on his nest of pillows and blankets, curled up so that you’re both mainly on your backs but somewhat facing each other. No matter what he’s going to end up curling up against your side by the time he wakes up anyway. He also really likes sleeping on top of you, but this is a bit risky because he sleeps like a log and its hard to wake him up when you need to get up to eat or use the bathroom. If you’re not in the attic, the only other place outside of your rooms that he likes to cuddle up together to sleep is the planetarium, looking up at the stars together.

- He’s on the cooler side, but likes being warm - he’s used to the kind of warmth Beel produces. Because of this, he’s liable to snuggling in as close as he possibly can to you to absorb some of your heat. You’re going to become his own personal radiator.

- Unlike Beel, he will cuddle forever. There are very few things stopping him from just sleeping constantly, with the main reason being that he wants to spend time with you and Beel. In fact, you’re going to have trouble getting out of his grasp once he wraps his arms around your stomach and pulls you down onto his pillow nest. Its best to devise a system and let him get used to it - tapping on his arm or hand 3 times, or something like that, and he’ll release you. He’ll also push for you to wake him up. The only other thing that will make him release you is if he brushes a hand against your side and you’re ticklish and laugh, in which case he’ll grin and start tickling you instead.

- Like Levi, if relaxed enough he’ll slip into his demon form. It takes less energy to be in that form anyway, and he likes letting you play with his tail when you’re  cuddled up together. Acts annoyed if you start poking and prodding at him because you don’t often get to see the boys relaxed in their demon forms, but he really enjoys it. Purrs if you pet his horns.

- He’s not at all talkative but likes to listen. However, he’s liable to falling asleep very, very quickly, so it’s not worth saying anything too important to him; he’ll listen, and he’ll remember when he wakes up, but he’s not going to respond effectively in a timely manner.

- Belphie smirks and grins a lot, but sometimes he wakes up earlier than you and he looks at you until you wake up too, and you’ll see his lopsided smile as he beams at you, content. Mornings are okay like that, he decides, even if he grumbles and complains when you tell him you have to start getting ready for class.

[incorrectnessduskwood]

A/N: Alright, here it is! Part two of the story I posted here (I guess I should come up with a title for it, huh?) There a few hundred words less than the other one but I liked the way it ended and I decided to go with it. I still have ideas to keep it going so let me know if you're interested in it. Hope y'all enjoy it!

Pairing: Jake x MC

Word Count: 2.7k

Warnings: spoilers for ep. 8 (still), a little jealous!Jake, and you can see some of my own theories there but nothing much

Falling asleep was never something that came easily to Jake; the constant fear and anxiety of being found were always in his head and every little noise outside of his room would startle him awake, no matter how long he had been sleeping. Even when things were relatively safe and he knew there wasn’t anyone after him, sleeping was something Jake rarely did. He would sleep as little as humanly possible and usually only when he couldn’t bear to be awake any longer.

So it was a pleasant surprise when he quickly fell asleep by MC’s side. She had asked him to lay with her so she wouldn’t be alone because she was afraid of having more nightmares and Jake could never deny MC anything if there was the possibility of saying yes. They laid side by side, MC resting her head on his arm, her own over his waist, one leg between his, and her face mostly hidden in his chest. Jake had threaded his fingers through her hair, heard her sigh and relax against him, and she was asleep within minutes. She looked like the most gorgeous person he had ever seen and he was more than content in watching her throughout the night, to just keep her safe.

Still, Jake’s eyelids got heavy half an hour in, his hand tiring and resting on MC’s shoulder just before he finally gave in and let himself fall asleep, not wanting to fight to stay awake one more night.

When he woke up, it was to the smell of coffee and food, two things Jake wasn’t used to. His heart beat fastly as he sat up, looking around the room with wide eyes until he spotted MC sitting on the table with a mug in her hands and her tablet in front of her, and he remembered her showing up there the last night. She only raised one questioning brow, taking a sip from her mug as Jake finally breathed out, allowing himself to relax, and laid back on the bed. He heard MC chuckle and he only waved her off, closing his eyes and placing his arm over them. The bed was soft and still warm and Jake wouldn’t say no to getting some more sleep, even if he felt more rested than he had ever felt in years; he also wanted to bask in the feeling of being relaxed for a while longer.

A few minutes had passed when he felt the bed weigh down by his side and Jake felt MC’s hand in his hair, so he moved his face until her hand cupped his cheek. He took his arm off his face to look at her, smiling when he noticed the soft blush that covered her cheeks and placing one of his hands on her knees, running his fingers in random patterns.

Neither of them said anything for a while and Jake was more than content to just watch her, to memorize the soft lines of her face, the way her hair fell over her eyes, making them slightly darker but all the more beautiful. Her presence still didn’t feel real and Jake was afraid of it all being a dream—even if he wasn’t creative enough to come up with all of that—so he would take all the chances of having the reassurance that she was indeed there, he would take all the touches she deemed him worthy of having, he would enjoy all the looks she would spare him; anything that would allow him to have her as close as possible. He’d be happy to just look at her from across the room, to just know she was there with him and that she was real and safe and—

“Jake?” MC’s voice broke through his concentration and he blinked a few times to focus on her face again, finding a smirk on her lips.

“I’m sorry, MC. You were saying?”

“I just asked if you were hungry,” she answered through chuckles. “I made breakfast with some of the stuff you had in the fridge. I’d guess you’re just as hungry as I was when I woke up.”

Jake smiled, nodding before sitting up again. “Starving, actually. Do I smell coffee, too?”

“Of course you do. What do you think I am, a savage?” she pointed at the coffee pot on the table she was sitting at. “I wasn’t sure how you’d take your coffee and I didn’t try and guess it either.”

MC stood up and offered him one of her hands. Jake took it and let himself be pulled up by her, finding it all the better when she didn’t let go of his hand and walked with him to the table. She sat at the chair she was before, grabbing her mug once again. Jake poured himself some coffee on another mug and slowly sipped it as he watched MC read something on her tablet, her brows furrowing as she went along whatever text she had open. She would sometimes write something on the piece of paper she had by her side, then she would stare at it as she tapped her pen on the table, her lips moving as she reread some sentence or tried to make sense of something.

Jake realized he could stare at her all day, just watch as she did nothing out of the ordinary but still looked like the most amazing person in the whole world. That was until his stomach growled and he realized he actually needed to eat something and that he should get back to work. MC smiled at him when he raised from the table and walked to the kitchen. She had managed to put together some eggs with what seemed melted cheese and tomatoes, and Jake would be lying if he said it didn’t smell amazing. He took the whole pan and a fork with him before walking to his computer and turning it on.

There were a bunch of notifications from the group chat, mostly everyone keeping each other up to speed about how they were doing and that they were okay. MC had answered for both of them without actually saying they were together, but it seemed to be good enough for the rest of the group; she never ceased to amaze him with how well she dealt with people and how quickly and strongly she had managed to earn the trust from the group. Not that it should surprise him so much when he was also between the ones that had started to trust her so easily.

He hadn’t gotten any notifications about his persecutors nor any news about the police. Apparently, they were still investigating Hanson’s house and trying to find anything because, unsurprisingly, everything was gone by the time the police had gotten there. Good thing Jessica thought of taking pictures of everything so they could at least have some kind of proof; Jake wouldn’t be surprised if the police tried to turn it around and blame it all on the group. He opened Thomas’s videocall to try and see if anything stood out, if he could better the image of the kidnapper’s physique or face or anything that could tell them who it was behind the mask.

Sadly, there wasn’t much he could; even his extensive knowledge couldn’t magically unblurry the whole video or get rid of the mask. There were a few things he could take from the writings and pictures on the walls—not everything because it moved too fast—and he could say for sure that the kidnapper was strong and quick. Thomas had a hard time holding him when he yelled for Jessica and the kidnapper ran almost as fast as the two of them. Even if Michael had kept up with taking care of his physique and trained, he still would have a hard time keeping up with Thomas and Jessica.

Staring at the better screenshot he had managed to take from the kidnapper, he called out, “MC? Could you do me a favour?”

There was no answer and Jake turned his head to look at her. MC seemed deeply concentrated on whatever she was writing on the paper, her hand moving quickly and her head moving from the tablet to the paper and back to the tablet. He quietly stood up and made his way to her side, looking over her shoulder at the paper. Her handwriting was messy and things didn’t seem to follow an order Jake knew about, so he had no idea what she was writing. On the tablet, however, she seemed to be going through some police reports and their discoveries from the cloud. The only thing that stood out to him was the name ‘Phil Hawkins’.

Jake sighed, sitting on the chair next to her and placing a hand on top of the paper she was writing. MC pushed his hand enough so she could finish writing whatever she was writing before raising her head to face him, placing the pen on the paper.

“Everything okay, Jake?”

“I called you and you didn’t answer, thought I could take a look at what you were doing.” She dropped her eyes to the tablet and seemed to realize Jake knew she was searching for something about Phil. “What are you looking for, MC?”

“I’m trying to find out what they arrested Phil for and if we have anything that could prove his innocence.” She hesitated for a few seconds, her eyes darting down to her tablet before focusing on him again. “And I actually wanna ask a favour from you. Could you give me access to Phil’s phone?”

“Why?” Jake heaved a heavy sigh out his mouth, pulling his hand closer to him and staring at her. “Why are you so worried about him?”

She closed her eyes for a few seconds, straightening her back before looking back to him. “He trusted me enough to call me for help, Jake. Not a lawyer or his sisters, me. We still don’t know for sure what his connection to Michael is or how much they actually knew each other back then, but I believe him.” MC sighed, running a hand through her hair. “I know you don’t like him and I truly appreciate the fact that you want to protect me, but there’s a reason why you trusted me to help find Hannah.” She turned fully to him, placing a hand over his, her eyes soft and caring. “But you also have to trust my intuition. We both know it’s been right when you weren’t and I truly believe Phil is innocent concerning Hannah and Amy.”

“But you don’t know the whole truth either, MC. How can you be so sure you can trust him and that you won’t be helping a murderer get out of jail?”

MC smiled sadly, her eyes dropping to their hands. “You know, a while ago, when we first started researching about the man without a face, Richy asked me to be careful and not to turn it into a bigger thing than it was and I told him that I’m looking for facts and not monsters, and I am. I won’t get Phil out of jail by my intuition only. I need proof for the police to actually let him go and for me to be right. But I also need to look for the proof, I need to go through everything I can to make sure I’m right and for my conscience to be clean about freeing him. And if we’re going for not knowing the whole truth about something or someone,” she raised her eyes to him and Jake had never seen her look so serious before, “I also don’t know the whole truth about you but that doesn’t stop me from trusting you, does it?”

Jake didn’t have an answer to that and he couldn’t take looking at her eyes and seeing the hurt there. He knew she was right; he was, indeed, hiding things from her and, even if it was to protect her, it didn’t make it any less of a lie or an omission. How could he judge someone about hiding something when he was doing exactly the same, especially to her?

“Hey,” she placed a hand under his chin and raised his head so she could look at him. “I’m not saying it to make you feel bad. I’m sure you have your reasons to be hiding things from me, even if it’s just because of your hero complex, though it doesn’t make it any easier. But I also know everyone in the group is lying about something to me, too, just like you and Phil are. No one is one hundred percent honest all the time and I can’t force anyone to be. It just doesn’t stop me from wanting to help any of them or you. None of them have given me a bad enough reason not to try to help or to trust them. Even Lilly did her best to show she’s trustworthy. I don’t see any reason why it should be any different for Phil, especially if your only excuse is not liking him. As much of a flirt as he can be, it’s not enough for us to just let him rot in prison for a crime he didn’t commit, don’t you think?”

He sighed, nodding against her hand before turning his head to rest it on her palm, her thumb caressing his cheek. “Would you believe me if I said I’m actually feeling slightly guilty of going against proving Phil’s innocence, now?”

She chuckled, leaning in to kiss his forehead. “Have you forgotten who you’re talking to? Of course I believe you.” MC’s fingers trailed over his arm, leaving goosebumps in their trail, her eyes soft as she stared at him. “Will you give me access to Phil’s phone, then?”

“That’s not fair. You know I couldn’t deny you that, MC.”

“I know you can’t but it doesn’t mean I can’t ask nicely. Me proving Phil’s innocent isn’t about choosing between him and you, Jake. Believe me, Phil may be nice and flirty, but he’s not my type. I’d rather keep insisting on this stubborn hacker I know.”

Jake chuckled, placing his hand over MC’s and turning his head so he could kiss her palm. “If he’s as stubborn as you are, I’m sure you’ll have a hard time getting through him.”

“You have no idea.” MC smiled, tilting her head. “Will you do it?”

“Of course I will, on one condition.” She sighed and muttered something Jake couldn’t make out, though he was sure it was something sarcastic. “Promise you won’t put yourself in danger over this. Or in any more danger than you already are. Freeing Phil will never be more important than keeping you safe to me.”

“I promise. I mean, if we’re both careless, who the hell is going to make sure we’re not caught?” Jake laughed and shook his head at her. MC leaned closer to him, their foreheads touching, her other hand sliding up his arm until she placed it on his shoulder. “Jake?” He hummed, not being able to look anywhere but her eyes. “Can I kiss you?”

“Not if I kiss you first.”

But MC was faster in closing the distance between them and Jake got caught in how soft her lips felt under his and in how her hands moved to wrap around his neck and play with his hair. He moved one of his to MC’s waist and the other to her cheek, wanting to pull her as close as he physically could, wanting to share the same space with her, to keep her from moving away from him.

Sadly, his lungs didn’t seem to get the memo and they soon burned and forced him to part from her. When they broke apart, Jake panted a little, letting his forehead rest against hers and keeping his eyes closed. It took a few seconds before MC talked again, “You know, making out with me won’t rid you of hacking into Phil’s phone for me.”

Jake chuckled, opening his eyes to stare at MC, and he thought he had never felt as happy as he did at that moment.

[lovethisletters]

Belly boops for the Side Characters! + Luke!

This is the second part to the Belly boop hc! You can find the first one here!

Something that I failed to mention is that I also do this whenever I seek reassurance bc I'm lacking confidence or something, so I included this here.

Keys: MC = your main character's name.

Summary: The Side Characters discover a peculiar trait of MC: belly boops.

Additional notes: MC is gender neutral!

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Diavolo

It happened in a RAD council meeting of all places...great.

Diavolo was in the middle of his speech when he suddenly snorted in laughter; startling everyone in the room who then directed their eyes at you.

...Or more specifically...your finger still poking Diavolo's belly.

Turns out that the prince of hell is very ticklish.

You froze, not knowing what to say or how to react to the murderous glance Lucifer directed at you while Diavolo was still laughing in the background.

When he finally managed to calm down, he was very curious about why you had done such random thing?

—MC, is this some kind of ritual from the human world? a tradition, perhaps?

You struggled to find the correct words to explain your weird habit.

Wich was a bit hard, given the fact that Lucifer never once let his "I'm going to hang you in cerberus room" kind of stare fall off.

When you did finally manage to explain Diavolo the meaning behind such weird occurrence.

He let out a warm laugh and gently booped your belly back.

—Thank you for telling me, MC. Please, ignore what Lucifer has to say! I'll be more than happy if this becomes something usual between the two of us!—He said close to your ear, loud enough for Lucifer to hear but quiet enough for it to resemble a whisper.

From that day onwards, expect unexpected Belly boops from the Demon prince!

Barbatos

Barbatos had invited you to the Market to buy some groceries when you first poked him.

At first he thought you were trying to get his attention, so he turned towards you and waited for you to say something.

But you only returned his glance, confused as to why he had suddenly stop walking just to look at you.

When none of you said anything, Barbatos carried on, thinking perhaps it was a mistake and he must have imagined it or something.

But then a few moments later...he felt it again...

He looked down just to see your finger poking the side of his stomach, confused he looked up at your face; only to find the most casual expression ever, like if you haven't even noticed what you where doing.

He was a bit weirded out...but ok, he'll just put a little distance between the two of you.

After that the belly boops became a frequent occurrence every time you'll see each other.

He'll be bringing you tea...boop!

He'll be opening the door for you and...boop!

You'll be saying goodbye to him and...boop!

He doesn't like it, but good ol' Barbatos is too polite to tell you.

So he just...ever so discreetly dodges the boop, takes a step back or softly puts your hand away.

Unlike the other times, you did noticed you where booping him; but as he didn't seem to be bothered by it, you just continued.

Is not until Barbatos starts to do this things that you notice he actually doesn't enjoy it.

You decided to talk to him, apologize and explain that you weren't doing such thing to mock him or anything; but that you were doing it out of feelings of trust and a sense of comfort around him and that was your way to express it.

He smiles sincerely at you.

—If that's the case then feel free to continue, MC; I'm glad to be someone you trust.

And by all means you did.

Barbatos now quickly grows fond of your belly boops, knowing that such simple gesture signifies the strength on your relationship.

Solomon

Perhaps the first time it happened was while he was tutoring you in casting spells.

He was concentrated in explaining you the correct wording when he felt a light pressure in his stomach...it was your finger.

—MC, What are you doing?—he asked tilting his head in confusion, his gaze never straying from your finger still in his stomach.

You quickly put your finger away and tried to act as if nothing had happened, but Solomon never stopped giving you this questioning and confused look.

So you quickly explain to him that this is something you do with people you feel comfortable with, sometimes to unconsciously seek for reassurance.

You watched as a small smirk creeped over his lips wich each and every word that came out of your mouth.

—Ahhh~ I see~

And with that you realize, you might have committed the biggest mistake of your life.

Every time you poke him, his smile spreads wider than the Cheshire cat and his eyes sparkle with a glint of mischief as he proceeds to tease you endlessly.

But sometimes, when he notices that you poked him in seek of comfort or because you where feeling anxious.

He'll lower down your hand and intertwine his fingers with yours, holding your hand as long as you need to, letting you know...

That he'll always be there for you.

Simeon

Simeon had offered to wait for you and walk you home since you had cleaning duties to do and the brothers where all in a council meeting.

And as the two of you arrived at the house of lamentation, you offered to prepare some tea to thank him for walking you home; which he kindly accepted.

As you two where talking about your experiences in the devildom and laughing at the funny shenanigans y'all went through.

You unconsciously...just...boop! in the middle of the conversation.

Simeon froze for a second and stared down at where your finger met his belly.

Embarrassed you pulled back and tried to explain yourself. When all of a sudden...

boop! He had booped you back.

Simeon was overjoyed when you booped him, because you see...he's a boop person too!

Tho he's more used to booping people's noses or cheeks, he's still glad that you did what you did.

No need to apologize or explain yourself to him, there's an unspoken understanding between boop people!

He knows that not all people like it, and can be a bit embarrassing to try and explain why you do such thing, belive me he has had to explain himself to Michael more than just a few times...

For a moment you two share a glint of happiness and mischief, not needing any words to understand what's about to happen.

BOOPING WAR!!!!!

He boops your stomach mercilessly but you don't hold back either!

When the brothers arrive they just stare at the two of you in pure confusion.

They're so weirded out by this: you two poking each other's bellys and laughing and behaving like toddlers.

Lucifer tries to break off whatever weird contest you two are having...oh boi

—Simeon, MC! Why are you engaging in such childish behavior?!? Have you no...

—boop!

Simeon had just booped the avatar of pride in the nose...with sound and all...

You couldn't help but laugh at Lucifer's bewildered expression, but you weren't the only one...the brothers also couldn't stop themselves from laughing their butts off.

May god have mercy on all of you because y'all grounded.

Completely worth it tho...

Overall, Simeon is happy to find someone who shares his same habit and will always be glad to start a booping war with you.

Luke

Luke is just too cute! You couldn't help yourself and booped his stomach the second you met him!

—Hey! Quit it! What do you think you're doing!?!?

The puppy angy >:c

He has enough with Simeon's booping and now he has to deal with you?!?!

Slaps your hand every time you try to boop him.

I think Luke's feelings towards you booping him can be summarized in this:

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If you find any grammatical errors let me know! I'm trying to improve my english and that would help me so so much!

I will forever thank you if you go check out my other profile: @aileysmirnov  where I post things about my OC: edits, one-shots, imagines, art, etc. If you like Greek mythology and the bat family maybe you would get to be as fond of her as much as I am!

Anyway, thank you for reading!

[juminsmysticmc]

Pregnancy Series - Part 4.2

Going through the pregnancy

⚠️ Sensitive content -> mention of: pain, miscarriage scare, angst insecurities   -> every scenario ends with a happy end! ⚠️

Pregnancy Series: Part 1 // Part 2  // Part 3 // Part 4.1

Hello! A lot of you seemed to wait for the next scenario so I decided to post it earlier than usually ( most of the time it’s almost midnight for me, sleep pattern, are you planning to be normal again?) Whatever! I hope you like this one, please  keep telling me your opinion! 

Jumin

The times where your husband worked from home were becoming more and more frequent.

Ever since he found out about your pregnancy and noticed that you couldn’t come to work with him anymore, he made sure to stay more at home.

Even Jaehee got her own little place in his big office because now that you, his second secretary, couldn’t help him anymore, she had to take more work again. 

,,I am so sorry, Jaehee,’’ you whined when you stood in the frame, some coffee on a counter with some cookies.

,,Mc! We’re friends! Please don’t worry! I’m glad that I can help you. Besides, Mr. Han is taking a lot of my work too,’’ she smiled as she approached you to help you carry the stuff you bought them.

Jumin looked up and smiled.

He loved to see you with the baby bump. Soon he wanted to have his boy in his arms, feel the baby and his warmth, hear his cries, but he also wished that you could stay like this.

Although, the only thing he didn’t really like about the pregnancy were the little pains you had.

You often laid in bed the whole day because your back hurt or because you felt sick.

Ever since your baby began to move, you had the feeling that your baby kicked all your organs away.

But still, he loved this time so much.

But today was a day where you just stayed in bed, unable to move because you felt so fatigued.

Maybe you also didn’t dare to move because you felt an odd pain in your abdomen.

You softly shook your belly, noticing that your baby didn’t move at all, even though this was the time where he was the most active.

Jumin and Jaehee were in the room next to you, so you decided to finally tell him.

,,Jumin…?’’ you softly called him, trying to get up on your own.

Suddenly a sharp pain hit you, making you bow over, holding your belly.

,,Ugh, J-JUMIN!’’ you now screamed.

You could hear something fall when he rushed into the room, the sight of you making his heart stop.

,,My love?! What’s wrong, Mc?!’’ he asked you, placing his hand on your belly.

,,It… it hurts!’’ you groaned and began to sob.

Jumin looked down, seeing that the bedsheets were tainted red.

However, he had the feeling that you still didn’t notice which was good, as to not scare you even more.

,,Call the doctor, Assistant Kang!’’ he hissed, seeing that she stood next to the bed.

The doctor came a few seconds afterwards. Jumin made sure that there was always someone in the penthouse for cases like this.

,,It was a miscarriage scare. We could save the baby and your wife is well too. However, we need to put her on bed rest,’’ he whispered, making Jumin look at your bed.

,,Thank you. I will take care of her,’’ he whispered and laid next to you. Before you were put back in bed, he asked someone to change the bedsheets. He was more than happy that everything seemed to have gone well.

Zen

,,I hope we can see the gender today,’’ Zen said as he walked hand in hand with you towards the doctor where the both of you had your appointment.

You were already 24 weeks pregnant, but whenever the doctor wanted to tell you the gender of your baby, it was never visible.

,,Maybe my baby is just shy?’’ you chuckled as you rubbed your belly.

,,It’s mine too!’’ Zen whined and held your hand tighter, looking at every step, scared that you could trip.

You laughed as you heard his words. He was already so overprotective.

Both of you entered the room and told the lady at the reception that you had an appointment.

You and Zen had to wait for a few minutes until a nurse approached you and asked you guys to follow her.

You changed your clothes into a hospital gown so the doctor could see better and then sat on the chair.

,,Hello, Mrs. Ryu, how are we feeling today?’’ she asked you, greeting Zen too.

,,I’m nervous. I hope we can see the gender today,’’ you said and pulled the end of your gown.

The doctor nodded as she warned you. ,,It will be a bit cold, don’t startle,’’ she said with a soft voice.

You nodded as the cold gel met your belly.

She rubbed it with the gadget around your belly and stopped at some point, looking closely at the screen.

,,Do you want to know the gender?’’ she asked you.

Both you and Zen nodded, excited to hear what it would be.

,,Your baby girl is here, see?’’ she asked you, showing you the picture.

As soon as she said baby girl, you began to sob as you held Zen’s hand closer to your chest.

,,It’s a girl!’’ you sobbed.

Zen nodded. ,,Oh my God! I won’t let her have a boyfriend until I die! She will make everyone go crazy with her beauty!’’ he whined and kissed your head.

,,Thank you,’’ he kept sobbing while you laughed.

,,We will spend more money on pads,’’ you laughed.

,,And chocolate,’’ he laughed too, rubbing your arm.

,,I will print a picture. Everything looks good,’’ the doctor said with a bright smile.

As soon as you agreed on an appointment, you both left to post a picture on his Instagram.

Zen put on the caption, ,,Wife went from being a Princess to a Queen as we are accepting a new princess.’’

Immediately after the picture was posted, Jaehee called you to congratulate you. She was also sobbing into the phone.

The day ended with you and Zen buying a lot of cute, pink, glitter toys and decorations.

,,I can’t wait to style her hair… and to see how her first love will turn out!’’ you giggled.

,,No first love!’’ he whined and observed you as you tried to decide between a few more baby clothes.

Yoosung

Excited to learn your baby's gender, you and Yoosung entered the room after a nurse called you, his hand in yours as you laid down on the bed, pulling up your shirt as you knew what the doctor would soon do with you.

A young woman entered the room a few seconds later, making the nurse bow and leave.

,,Hello, my name is Dr. Lee and I will tend to you today. I will first take an ultrasound and check your baby’s heartbeat and then I will tell you the gender. Is there a person you would like me to tell you the gender?’’ she asked you, since nowadays, it was normal that couples planned gender reveal parties.

But you and Yoosung decided to enjoy the news of the gender on your own, so there was no need to tell anybody.

,,Are you perhaps new, sorry for asking,’’ you smiled.

The doctor nodded. ,,Freshly graduated, I am still unsure with the old things they use here. In the other hospital, we were totally modern,’’ she laughed as she watched the screen.

You pressed your lips together. There wasn’t much she could do wrong, right?

Well, at least you thought.

She soon began her checkup while Yoosung was still holding your hand as he too got nervous.

The doctor soon also began to look worried, rolling the stick she had in her hand from one side of your belly to the other side without saying a word.

,,Is there something wrong?’’ you asked her. Honestly, you didn’t want to know the answer. Deep in your heart, you just didn’t want to know what she had to say.

But your fear ended up coming to life. ,,I… can’t find the heartbeat,’’ she whispered.

You immediately began to cry. Hot tears began to flow out of your eyes as you began to uncontrollably sob. ,,But, I am sure it’s because I’m not used to the technology here. Let me call your doctor. Please don’t worry!’’ she whined, feeling guilty for your emotional outbreak.

However, you didn’t stop.

By now Yoosung too began to cry as he held your hand, his other hand on your belly, sticky with the gel as he begged and prayed in his head for his baby's well being.

Your doctor quickly hurried inside. ,,Mrs Kim,’’ she gasped as she saw you in tears.

,,Please don’t worry. I will check,’’ she said to try to calm you down as she pushed some buttons and placed the stick on your belly again.

,,Here,’’ she whispered. Soon, the room was shortly filled with familiar sounds.

You stopped crying as someone reassured you that nothing was wrong. Your tears stopped flowing.

,,Your baby girl is alright,’’ your doctor whispered, making you blink a few times. 

,,Baby girl?’’ Yoosung asked again to make sure.

,,I’m sorry if my young doctor worried you. She didn’t press the button for the sound. Please forgive her, I will teach her better, I’m sure this is a mistake she will never ever do again. I’m sorry you guys had to be the people she had her first experience with,’’ your doctor said.

,,It’s okay,’’ you said. A hiccup still left your mouth as your voice was cracking.

,,We all were young and trainees. It can happen,’’ you nodded.

It was a shock, but you felt much better and Yoosung was with you, now that he knew that you were expecting a girl...

Jaehee

You were in your 30th week.

Currently you were laying on the couch, a paper plate on your belly as you licked every single finger of your right hand after eating a few chips you were craving for.

The plate was still on your big belly as it suddenly twitched, causing the chips to lose balance and fall on the floor.

You groaned as you noticed that you just made a mess in your living room.

And of course Jaehee noticed the fall, coming immediately into the room to check on you.

,,What happened?’’ she asked you with her big, almost scared eyes.

,,Nothing,’’ you laughed and waved with your hand, calling her to your side.

She approached you, a bit scared as she finally sat down next to you, ignoring the chips on the floor for now.

You took her hand and put it on your belly. She loved to feel the movements of your boy, but this time there was no little hand or foot.

Instead, your big round belly began to twitch.

Jaehee quickly withdrew her hand and held the hand which was laying on your belly with the other one.

,,What was that?’’ she asked you and placed her hand on the spot again, feeling the twitch again.

,,Our boy hiccuped,’’ you chuckled and placed your hand next to hers on your belly, feeling the movements in your belly.

Jaehee’s eyes were showing pure love as her eyes rested on your belly. Your son was growing inside of you and this hiccup she felt as a twitch, was already a sign of a living creature.

,,I can’t wait to meet him,’’ she whispered.

,,Me neither… And I can’t wait to have my body back,’’ you laughed and tried to get up. Of course Jaehee quickly took her hand away from your belly and tried to help you up, her hand on your back as she lightly pushed you up.

,,Thank you,’’ you smiled and stepped on a chip, making a cracking sound.

,,I will clean it up,’’ Jaehee told you with a smile.

,,Oh, thank you, cause I think I’m on the verge of peeing myself!’’ you responded and quickly approached the toilet.

Jaehee looked at your back. Her smile never disappeared as she cleaned up the mess your son made.

Saeyoung

You were entering your 36th week when something you were already prepared for happened - labor.

You were cooking when you had the feeling that you were kind of kicked.

You stopped everything and placed your hand on your belly, feeling the pain again, this time sharper and more painful. You gasped for air and slowly tried to exhale the pain.

,,S-Saeyoung?’’ you called him, your voice filled with pain and fear. You weren’t sure what was happening but you just needed Saeyoung, your support.

,,Mh? Wanna make me taste the vegetables?’’ he asked you, busy chatting with someone in the chatroom without looking up.

,,Mh-mh,’’ you said, shaking your head.

Saeyoung looked up. He didn’t understand what you were telling him. ,,I-I’m in pain, Saeyoung,’’ you groaned.

The pain came back, even worse than before, making you fall into your knees. Luckily, Saeyoung caught you, supporting you below your arms as he called loudly for Saeran, who loudly approached you guys, gasping for air.

It was a moment of fear and adrenaline as the two boys somehow dragged you to your room, your painful cries in their ears as you finally laid back,

Saeyoung couldn’t think straight and Saeran decided to prepare everything, calling a doctor and turning off the stove to not burn the food and set the house on fire.

The doctor quickly arrived. He wasn’t surprised by the symptomes you were having.

,,Twins usually come earlier which is totally normal, but we will try to hold off the labor.

She has to be on bed rest. She isn’t allowed to get up, move around, or do anything else. She’s doing okay now, but make sure to go to the hospital as soon as she feels pain again,’’ he said.

Saeyoung nodded as he stared at the closed door of your room.

,,Okay, at least we can make them stay inside a bit longer,’’ you whispered as you stroked your belly.

Saeyoung stayed silent as he observed you. It was time for him to pack your bag just in case you had to go to the hospital.

But before that, his first step was to feed you since your tummy was growling.

,,I’m sorry, I have to eat for three!’’ you called back as he walked off, laughing.

,,Yes yes!’’ he kept on laughing, turning on the stove again.

Saeran

After you felt sick, you were much better which was something Saeran enjoyed a lot.

He loved to feel every movement of his twins and to see your belly twitch as someone had to hiccup. He loved to see the little bump on your big belly as one of the twins moved.

Today, you and Saeran had an appointment with your doctor. By now it was checked daily since you were 38 weeks pregnant and twins were known to come early, but Saeran was happy that you already passed the 36th week.

He was helping you to put on your dress and helping you put on your shoes as he grabbed your purse and held out his hand to walk with you to the place you were awaited.

,,I can’t wait to hear their heartbeat again,’’ Saeran said, smiling.

The last time, he asked to save the sound on his phone, but it was always different to hear the sound of his twins in person rather than on his phone.

You chuckled and patted his hand as he walked slower.

,,Didn’t you just hear it yesterday?’’ you asked him and already knew that he would be the most loving father.

,,You know,’’ he began, ,,I can never get enough of it,’’ he confessed, making you emotional.

You wondered how it would be as soon as the babies would be in your arms instead of growing in your belly.

You were happy to have your own body back and that you were soon able to do more things on your own, but you also knew that you would probably miss the movements, the feeling, patting, and stroking your belly, knowing that there was someone you were keeping safe in there.

But on the other hand, you could finally meet those two wonderful human beings you already loved even though you still didn’t know them.

,,I can’t wait to meet them,’’ Saeran said, almost reading your thoughts and opening the door for you.

,,I now know for sure that we are soulmates! You just said what I was thinking!’’ you laughed as you confessed at the same time, opening the next door, already inhaling the smell of the disinfectants.

,,You just noticed now?’’ he asked you, joking and looking at the wall filled with pictures of new born babies, imagining how cute his own would look as soon as they were born.

Jihyun

If there was something Lucy was the best at, it was coaxing the whole RFA into things like asking Zen to give her and Jaehee, as well as yourself, some DVDs of his, Yoosung to take her to a convention, Saeyoung to hack into a toy store and send her toys.

The one she had the most around her finger was her godfather, Jumin Han.

After two weeks of coaxing, begging, and whining he finally did what she asked for - building an indoor swimming pool.

Well, now that he built it, you guys had to visit him and use it, forcing you to go along.

And of course you also had to go into the pool because the little girl wanted to splash into the water with her mom.

But you just didn’t feel like it. To be honest, you wanted to hide the stretch marks on your body that were all around your belly.

The amount of rather red marks increased and that was making you feel… ugly.

You wanted to have your body back and you wanted this to stop.

Not even the baby oil you were using could help you.

To hide your feelings, you decided to never show them to Jihyun, scared that he would find you disgusting.

Today too, you tried to hide the hate, sadness, and bad feelings you felt towards those stretch marks.

But you were too late to put on a bathing suit and Jihyun saw how you sniffled in front of the mirror.

,,Mc?“ he called you, making you wake up from your trance and look at him, feeling caught.

,,Wow, now you will leave us!“ you groaned, waving with your hands nervously and angrily.

,,Why should I?“ he asked you, sitting down on the edge of the bed and pulling you between his legs.

You were already tearing up as you mumbled, ,,Ugly!“

,,What?“ he asked you again, coming closer to you.

,,I’m ugly!“ you repeated. ,,Look at my stretch marks!“ You pointed at your body.

Jihyun smiled, feeling bad as he rubbed your swollen belly.

,,Why do you think you’re ugly? You’re the most wonderful woman I’ve ever seen!“

,,These,“ you sobbed.

Jihyun knew that you felt unsure about your stretch marks for a while and now you broke down.

,,They are a symbol of the pregnancy we fought so hard for and so long for. Every one of these stands for one negative pregnancy test and hope. I know that you don’t like them, but to me, they mean a lot and besides, this isn‘t and never will be a reason for me to leave you!“ he told you honestly.

,,I would never leave you guys,“ he swore and kissed your belly.

,,Really?“ you asked him again.

,,Really,“ he said honestly and took your hand, kissing your belly again.

Suddenly the door flew open. ,,Mommy!“ Lucy called you, seeing you in your underwear.

,,Can we go now please?“ she asked you.

,,Will you go like that? No bikini?“ she asked you, puzzled.

You and Jihyun both laughed as you let go of your husband and went to get your swim suit.

,,I’ll be ready in a bit, baby,“ you told her and slowly got into it while Jihyun helped you so that you didn’t lose balance.

Vanderwood

After the shock of the other day, Vanderwood didn’t let you get up for the whole week, being busy with cleaning the house, packing some things for the move, and also taking care of you.

But finally, after you rested enough, to be more precise, after you told him how bad you felt and that you were better now and wanted to go out again, he decided that it was time to finally buy more things for the baby you were going to be welcoming soon.

Now that you knew you were going to have a girl, you kind of saw the toys in a different light.

You imagined how funny it would be to play with her, style her hair, dress her in cute clothes or make her look really cool, just like the posts you saw on Pinterest.

While you were daydreaming about the future, someone else was checking the baby clothes and bottles, making sure to take high quality products only.

,,Awwee, look, Vanderwood!’’ you giggled and showed him a little princess dress.

,,She will be too little for this, you know?’’ he asked you, making you laugh.

,,I know!’’ you smiled, but still decided to buy it.

,,No, honestly, I don’t think we need to buy Barbies and cars. She won’t use them so young,’’ Vanderwood said, looking at all the toys you wanted to buy.

,,Maybe I want to play with the cars. As a child I hated playing with dolls. I would rather play with cars!’’ you laughed and put the toys back, instead going for some other toys for a newborn, such as a teddy bear.

,,These shoes are so tiny,’’ you smiled and took the baby shoes in your hand, placing the pair on your belly and tapping on it with them as if someone was walking over your belly.

Vanderwood observed you. He almost enjoyed that moment.

You were in your own little world and he loved to see how in love you were with the thought of becoming a mother.

The both of you decided to buy some more things before returning home.

Vanderwood noticed that you already felt a bit sleepy and that you were walking a bit odd because your feet were throbbing in pain.

Once at home, you sat back on your couch and leaned your head against the pillow, closing your eyes for a short moment while Vanderwood placed the bags filled with the baby stuff in the hall, checking on you first.

,,Just a few seconds,’’ you said, making him smile and walk towards you.

,,If you are exhausted, feel free to sleep a bit,’’ he approved, patting your head.

,,I had fun today, thank you,’’ you said out of the blue, making Vanderwood feel… loved.

,,This wasn’t the last time, I promise, and I had fun too…’’ he whispered and decided that today he also could enjoy your warmth and lay down next to you...

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[the-kingshound]

Hi there! Just found your project and I'm already excited for it! I myself am working on an arthurian inspired VN, and I'm picky about which games based on this legend I play, but I have a good feeling about this one! I've read that snipped about MC who dies in Arthur's arms and... What if they ended up surviving miraculously but spent a month unconscious, kept between life and death by magic or whatever? Arthur's reactions when they wake up / "reunion" scenario? Some fluff to counter the angst!

It so cool that you're also working on an Arthurian inspired VN and in light of this the fact that you are excited about my IF brings me so much joy!

As per requested, here you go, but don't understimate my ability to insert angst even in fluffy situations...

Related to MC's death in this scenario.

As soon as the stillness your last beath leaves your body in takes hold, you take another beath. An then another. They are erratic, weak like the beating of your heart in your ribcage, and absurd.

You should have died.

And yet you have not. Your body still desperately grips every last straw of energy you have left. You keep breathing even as you're shutting down. The magic that curses through your veins won't let you die. Unfortunately, it's not strong enough to let you live either.

A day passes. A week and then another. Moried does what they can, working night and day to stabilyze you and to help your body heal. They are so adamant to stay beside you that Arthur finally catches them collapse in the healing chambers and after bringing back to their room has to order a knight to keep them in for at least eight hours.

The King is by your side, a constant and unwavering presence for the entire time you remain unconcious. He exhudes a calm sense of composure that is somehow able to placate those around him. Only his most trusted knights, his closest servants and his physician are able to see through his carefully built exterior and discern his hurting helplessness. While Arthur's heart has already broken, he's not relieved by your tenacious resistance so much as terrified. You stay in the frail edge bitween life and death for a month.

Then you open your eyes. It's a painful affair, your whole body hurts, your throat is uncomfortably dry and you are so weak you can barely lift your eyelids. But, even with the immense effort required, you still force yourself to do it.

You aren't lucid enough to understand what has happened but there is something so familiar by your side your heart aches. You have to open your eyes.

Arthur, your love and pillar and light, is the only thing you see and he's the only one you need to see right now. He's hunched on an armchair at you bedside, asleep with his head on your bed and an arm draped over your abdomen. The heat of his touch is enough to gove you the strength you need to try calling him "Arth-"

Your voice is barely a croak and breaks at the second syllabe you manage to get out. Arthur stirs in his sleep but does not wake up. After wetting your lips, you collect all the determination you have left and try again, if only because by now your panic is starting to grow. You should be dead.

"Arthur?"

His eyes snap open and you're drowning in deep, calming sea blue.

"MC-" he breathes out while he raises his head. You can see the moment he reads the startled, hurt confusion in your own eyes.

He shifts, bringing a grownding hand to your chest, careful of your injury, and the other to interwine his fingers with yours "It's alright, darling."

Your breathing evens out a bit.

"There, you're doing so good. Focus on my hand, if you can."

And while he gently reassures you, he slightly turns to tell the knight outside the chamber "call for Morien, please."

"Arthur, why-"

"Don't worry, dear," he shushes you, catching on on your scattered, confused thoughts "everyone is fine, no one got hurt."

That's not right.

You remember vividly what he said to you "You can let go" and you did, reassured by his words that you could finally rest. A tear falls on the sheets you are anchoring yourself to. You tighten your grip on his hand to try to calm down but your fingers are numb and weak "No, no."

You can barely register Morien entering the room. By now you are almost choking "Arthur, I was ready to-"

Die. You were ready to die and you should be dead.

Arthur crushes a wave of panic at the sight of your distress in favour of a calm smile. He gently squeezes your hand "I know it must be hard and confusing. I will explain everything, alright?"

You nod, dazed, and you let Morien fuss over you and check your wound. You must have fallen asleep again because when you wake up Morien is gone but Arthur is still holding your hand. You can't express the feeling of comfort his touch brings you.

"Are you with me, love?"

You nod, calmer than you were before and in way less pain. You look at Arthur and all you can see ia blinding love, tinged with relief and a bit of guilt. You squeeze his hand, again, to let him know you're fine.

He gets near you to plant a kiss on your neck and another, a light peck, on the back of your hand as he settles back in on his chair.

"Stay with me?" you ask, because this is the only thing you truly want and need at the moment. He smiles tenderly, a look of complete adoration in his eyes.

"Forever."

[thatfanfictionchick]

MLQC : Kiro x MC : Show Me

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Rating: 18+; Explicit

Summary: Award show shenanigans ensue when you remind Kiro that he’s not the only reckless person around.

Warnings: Dry humping; Public flashing; Unprotected vaginal intercourse; Choking; Forced orgasm; 

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“Kiro, aren’t you done yet? We’re gonna be late!” I sat on the couch in the penthouse where Kiro was staying, admiring the way my heels shimmered in the light before slipping them on my feet.

Kiro was being honored at an award ceremony for his performance on one of our shows. It wasn’t any surprise for him, but for me this was a huge deal. I couldn’t believe that I was going along with him, that I would be at such a flashy event with my company name being honored alongside Kiro the Superstar. The fact that I was secretly dating said superstar was an extra adrenaline fueled bonus.

“Kir-oh!”

He stepped around the corner, fixing the buttons on the sleeve of his suit. Savin had, for whatever reason, decided an all black ensemble would fit the occasion best. The only hint of color otherwise was an intricate design sewed with jewel blue thread on one lapel of the jacket. His usually messy hair was carefully styled and he’d changed his earrings to two matte black studs to match the rest of the outfit. I felt my cheeks burn and stumbled as I stood quickly. He was gorgeous.

He looked up and I recognized at once the look that swept over his face. He hadn’t seen me while I was getting ready. Hadn’t seen the sparkly strapless mermaid dress before with its sweetheart neckline and slit that ran nearly to my hip.

“We’re going to be late.” I said again, breathless, gripping my matching clutch tightly. My heart raced under the look he gave me. 

“So?” The barest raise of his eyebrows. His hands frozen in place even though he had finished with the buttons. I took a step toward him. A moth drawn to his burning flame. It was just one little word but I knew from the low tone exactly what is encompassed. The temptation to stay. To let him peel the fabric from my body. To let him bare me with his confident hands before driving me to pieces beneath him.

The knock on the door startled us both and a moment later Savin stepped inside, uttering a surprised but pleased greeting at my presence, Anna at his heels. Anna buzzed with excitement and we squealed our compliments about each other’s outfits as Savin herded us all into the hall.

“-Kiro will come in the first car with me, and-”

“No, she should come with me.” The bare edge of the command sent a shiver down my spine as Kiro inclined his head towards me. “It makes more sense for the producer to be with the star.” Savin started to disagree but Anna stopped him.

“He’s right.” she said. “The photographers will be expecting to get the two of them coming together.” Neither of them had been told about the relationship between Kiro and me, but at times like these I wondered if Anna had figured it out on her own. 

I swallowed hard, the heat from Kiro’s hand at the small of my back as he opened the car door had my face burning all over again. He sat next to me, radiating a sort of scorching intensity, jovially greeting the driver before pressing the button to raise the blackout soundproof partition between the front and back of the car. We pulled away from the building and I trembled as Kiro turned in the seat to face me. I took a deep breath before lifting my face to his. I knew that the look in his eyes would be enough to send me spiraling.

Those big blue eyes were dark, pupils blown wide as his fingers touched my jaw, tracing a line up to my ear before tilting my head, his tongue sliding between my lips to tangle with my own. I thanked my lucky stars that I had chosen to go with a smudge-and-smear proof stain instead of lipstick as his teeth caught my bottom lip, tugging softly. My fingers dug into the seat, scraping at the leather to keep myself from mussing his clothes or ruffling his hair. “You look amazing,” I managed to whisper against his lips. His hands were gliding up my thighs, under my dress, his thumbs digging into the skin as he urged me to open my legs to him.

“That’s my line,” he murmured before hooking the back of my knee and pulling me to straddle his lap. Shoving the fabric of my dress aside he gripped my ass, his arms bracing against my thighs. The thin cotton of my underwear was less than useless at stopping the sensation as he ground my sex against his already stiff cock.

“Kiro, your clothes!” I tried to pull away but he only held me tighter, his lips chasing mine until his tongue had effectively silenced me. 

“Just for a minute.” he urged quietly between feverish kisses. I accepted defeat with a whimper, pressing down over him, the two of us dry humping in the back of the limo like a pair of randy teenagers. The hotel was only a few blocks away from the venue, there wasn’t time for anything more. I desperately wished for some kind of road block, something to offer us even five extra minutes. I wanted so badly to feel his cock stretch me, to sink down on it over and over until he came. The idea of walking down the red carpet and accepting an award on a stage in front of thousands of people, all of it televised, all the while with Kiro’s cum slowly leaking into my underwear had my perverted little heart racing wildly.

But all too quickly we could hear the racket of the media as the limo joined the cue in front of the venue. With a soft disappointed groan Kiro let me go. We didn’t speak as I fished my clutch off the floor and Kiro cracked the windows, the cool air helping disperse the flushed color of his cheeks as he fought the urge to run his fingers through his hair. The tension was crushing; we didn’t need to speak to know that both of us would be on edge until we’d finished what we’d started. It seemed counter productive but not speaking helped us more than attempting to make light of the arousal pulsing through our bodies.

The limo stopped, the door was opened, and Kiro and I stepped out into an explosion of flashing lights. The smiles on our faces betraying nothing of the unbearable want that was plain to us in the way I gripped his arm, the way he covered my hand in the crook of his elbow with his own when I stumbled over a wrinkle in the carpet. The journalists would write about how polite he was as he smiled serenely at me and asked if I was okay, none of them would take note of the protective tone or the possessive glimmer in his lust blown pupils. 

Once whisked through the doors the noise dimmed significantly and almost immediately we were offered crystal flutes of champagne on a silver platter. There was approximately 90 minutes before the ceremony was scheduled to start, plenty of time to mingle. There were actors and dancers and other musical artists, but none of them attracted a crowd like Kiro did. I slipped my hand out of his hold, bidding him good luck with a grin as I allowed the others of his calibre to swarm, crossing the extravagant reception area to talk to two people I recognized as Loveland TV employees, waiting for Anna’s arrival.

We did nothing but share occasional smiles paired with smoldering eyes for the next hour as Kiro was passed around, introduced by Savin to one fellow star after another. Anna left me to talk to a former colleague and I found myself alone, standing next to a long table that glittered with crystal and silver dishes bearing various small morsels. There were several more just like it and this one so far was the least visited. Kiro caught my eye from 10 feet away, I caught the way his tongue peeked out to slide along his lower lip before briefly sinking his teeth into it. My heart sped up and I felt heat flash along my spine and over my cheeks. I leaned forward to grab another glass of champagne and barely managed to stifle the gasp that sucked my breath away. The corner of the table had slipped beneath my dress and right between my thighs, the fabric of my panties catching and dragging deliciously against my clit. I hadn’t realized how wet I was until the drenched fabric was pressed to mold against my body. Stepping back, blushing furiously, I turned as if to survey the artwork hanging on the wall, watching the crowd out of the corner of my eye as I slipped my fingers between my legs through the long slit of my dress. They came out glistening and wet, my underwear soaked, and now that I was acutely aware of it I could feel the way my thighs stuck together, the flesh tacky from my arousal. 

At that moment an usher came to call on everyone to start making their way to their seats and the crowd slowly started to filter into the two large doorways that led to the stage. A wicked thrill shot through me and I quickly opened my clutch, pulling out my phone as I followed the others. Kiro was a little ways ahead of me, talking animatedly to a pair of adult siblings as they waited for the crowd to thin before stepping into the dim hall. I heard the jaunty message tune and he laughed, “better put that on silent!” as he fished his phone out of his pocket.

 I knew the moment he read the words. Saw the way his jaw clenched, heard the crackle of plastic as he accidentally gripped his phone too hard. The siblings were talking to Savin now and Kiro took the smallest step back, his eyes absolutely frigid as they stared at me. I tried not to smile, blinking innocently with the slightest tilt of my head. I knew the five words I sent had him fighting to keep from making a scene.

[My pussy is so wet.]

His eyes darted around, surveying the last of the crowd as we stepped into the hall, he and the others still several feet ahead of me. I saw the way his throat bobbed as he swallowed before he met my gaze again. I felt like a bumbling baby fawn under the hungry gaze of a predator. His tongue dragged along his bottom lip again and he slid his phone in his pocket. His lips curled in a small smirk before slowly mouthing “Show me.”

My breath caught in my lungs. Surely he couldn’t be serious! His eyes were burning in their intensity and as his smirk grew into a full sneer I realized it was a taunt. He didn’t think I’d do it, he just wanted to see me squirm. I looked side to side, lifting my hands as if checking my hair. Other than the few ushers who were busy cleaning up the tables, there was no one else behind me. We were the last of the crowd slowly filtering down to the seats. 

My heart racing, my palms slightly clammy, I couldn’t quite meet his eyes, choosing to look at the bow of his upper lip as I twisted my fingers in the silky fabric of my dress. Bottom lip caught between my teeth I lifted the sweeping fabric, making tactful use of the high slit to expose myself. I prayed fervently that none of the others turned around.

Kiro was thunderstruck, his mouth briefly hanging open as he stared at the dark wet spot on my underwear. I knew he was thinking about how easy his cock would slide inside me. The way the dim lighting flashed off the marks down my thighs had his hands curling into tight fists that he shoved in his pockets, using them to disguise the way his cock thickened and swelled. The look in his eyes was positively feral and I knew if he could he would slam me against the wall where we stood and fuck me until he could barely stand. It wouldn’t be the first time.

He turned away abruptly as I let my dress down, his face switching immediately to a peppy mask. He didn’t look at me again as he made our way down the hall, laughing softly at whatever Savin was saying. There was another hallway that intersected at the very back row of seats as the main hall opened into a wide aisle and he said something quietly to Savin before ducking down it, gone by the time I hurried to peek.

Several minutes later, as I was nearing the front row where our seats were he still hadn’t returned. I started to worry that I had upset him. Maybe I had misread his intentions somehow? Anna was standing at the end of the row of seats with Savin and I realized quickly I’d have to make something up. 

“Anna.” I whispered just loud enough that I figured Savin could catch what I was saying. “You wouldn’t happen to have a...feminine product with you, would you?” 

Based on the way Savin’s cheeks flushed and he turned away, he’d heard.

Anna gasped softly. “Oh honey, no! Not now!”

I grimaced. “The absolute worst timing! You guys go sit, I’m gonna go find a bathroom, I’ll hurry.” I turned and walked quickly back up the aisle, greeting the handful of people I knew before reaching the hall he had gone down. It was slightly darker, and I could hear voices and what sounded like the clatter of dishware the farther I walked. I realized I hadn't been paying attention to the signs and made to turn back, wondering if I had passed the restrooms when someone grabbed me by the arm and pulled me through a side door.

I barely registered the blonde hair, a dull almost-gray in the dark room before his lips were on mine, all teeth and tongue with unrestrained ferocity. It was a wonder I didn't lose a shoe as he pushed me backwards. Something solid stopped me and immediately his hand was dipping under my dress, fingers probing the fabric over my slit with heavy strokes.

"Fuck!" Kiro rarely swore so the word, uttered in a soft growl against my lips, sent another wave of electric arousal shooting through me. His fingers dug deeper, sticky cotton rubbing my clit as he pressed tight circles around it. "Baby you're fucking soaked." He pulled back and I chanced a glance around. We were in a kitchen prep area and I was pressed against a wide island counter. There was an open doorway to the left and the faint sounds of people talking and laughing.

His hands were rapidly undoing his belt and my throat suddenly felt very dry. "Kiro…" His cock came out, swollen and red and leaking and just as suddenly my mouth felt too wet. "Kiro, the - the award show…" Not even I believed the breathy words were a protest as he pulled the crotch of my underwear to the side and I leaned back on the counter, spreading my legs wider as his cock slid between my puffy lips.

"I don't fucking care," Kiro hissed. My cunt throbbed as he filled me with one smooth stroke, the action accompanied by a wet sounding squelch and I bit back the sob in my throat. "The only thing I fucking care about is this." Every thrust was punctuated by obscenely slick, wet noises as he fucked me hard and fast. He grabbed the neckline of my dress and hauled me forward to kiss him and that's when I noticed the trickles of gold bleeding through his eyes. 

So that's how this was going to happen. I shivered, pussy clenching as he bit the plush of my lower lip before his tongue was licking into my mouth, catching my own with broad hungry strokes. I hadn't realized I had pushed him so far but I couldn't say that I wasn't eagerly awaiting the fallout. 

He released me with a low snarl, his hand closing loosely around my neck and I whimpered. The silken skin of his shaft now dragged inside me, stirring my fluttering walls with slow precision. His eyes were luminous pools of liquid gold and I knew I was trembling like mad with anticipation as his forehead softly touched mine. His lips curled in another smirk.

"Can't wait to take you on stage full of my cum." I tried to make a sound but he shushed me, his fingers squeezing tighter around my neck. His other hand smoothed down my waist and held my hip tightly as he bottomed out inside me. "Now be good and keep quiet while you cum on my cock."

My head fell back as my whole body shuddered, my lips parted in a silent scream as waves of pleasure washed over me. The sensation only heightened when he grabbed my hips with bruising force to mercilessly split my clenched walls over and over with his cock as he chased his own orgasm. He filled me with a hoarse groan, coating every inch of my pussy with shallow thrusts. I shakily wrapped my arms around his shoulders and hugged him tightly, feeling the warmth of his breath wash over my neck.

When he pulled out he made sure to fix my underwear, running his hand between my legs one last time. I couldn't help giggling as he fixed his own clothes, squinting at his lap in the dark trying to see if his pants had gotten dirty. "Serves you right!" I teased. But not even I was immune to his pout and after we stepped out into the lit hall I made sure his clothes were stain free. As I went to walk on he grabbed my hand, pulling me back and kissing me softly in the middle of the hall. I squealed and looked around wildly. "Kiro! What if we get caught!?"

He sighed and let me go, his face pinched in anger. "So what if we do?" He waved his hand down the hall, toward the crowded stage. "I'm tired of this, you know? I'm tired of not being able to hold your hand in public. I'm tired of seeing pictures of me with every girl who clings to me at an event speculating whether or not they're my girlfriend. I'm tired of saying 'still single!' during interviews. It's like we're supposed to be ashamed and I'm so tired of it." The malice in his last few words was sharp.

I knew exactly how he felt. When Kiro came back his return to stardom was in a fragile state and it seemed safest to keep the romantic nature of our relationship a secret. I realized that his increased agitation tonight wasn't just because of what happened in the limo. This has been brewing for a while.

"Do you love me?"

"More than anything." I answered without hesitating. He held his hand out, the expectation in his bright blue eyes was clear.

"Then show me."

[rookie-ramsey]

Forty (Ethan x MC)

Description: Ethan hates surprise parties. That much, he knows for certain. But she has a way of making anything special, even something as mundane as his fortieth birthday.

Rating: 17+ due to suggestive dialogue at the end, but nothing graphic. 

Ethan hates surprise parties.

That much, he knows for certain. He’ll attend events when it’s for the greater good, but there’s nothing about surprise parties that Ethan thinks serves any real purpose.

If he’s honest, birthday celebrations on their own don’t have much of a point. They’re entirely for socialization with people he normally makes a point of avoiding. He hasn’t made a point of celebrating his birthday since high school, and he can’t remember having a surprise party since he was six.

The jovial tune Olivia’s humming doesn’t go unnoticed. She’s hiding something, and everything about her demeanor suggests that he’s going to walk into a surprise party by the end of the day.

Ethan arches a brow, peering over the rim of his coffee mug at her. He knows by the smirk she’s trying to hide that she has something up her sleeve.

She catches his eye and lets the smile widen. “You’re staring at me like you think committed a felony.”

“You’ve been incredibly suspicious all morning.”

Olivia rolls her eyes and leans across the desk. Her lips touch his in a quick kiss that he wants to sink into, but she pulls back with a teasing grin.  “It’s only eight in the morning. How could I have been suspicious that long?”

“It’s something about the way you’ve been smirking and whistling since the exact moment I asked if you’re planning a surprise party.”

Her mouth curls downwards in mock offense. “I said I wasn’t planning a party. I’d never plan a party without your awareness.”

“That sounds… unconvincing. Very much so.”

The glass doors to the office slide open and Olivia smiles across the room. “Tobias, am I throwing Ethan a surprise party?”

The smirk Tobias gives in response does nothing to ease Ethan’s suspicions. “If you are, I’d like to know why I didn’t get invited sooner.”

“See?”

Instinctually, Ethan pinches the bridge of his nose. If this were absolutely anybody else planning a surprise party, he’d insist on sulking and explaining why he refused to partake in such tomfoolery.

“No party.” Still, she winks and grins in the way that never fails to make his heart stutter, even when she’s absolutely up to something.

There had better be whiskey at this surprise party.

XXXXXX

Ethan doesn’t see much of her the rest of the morning.

In fact, he doesn’t see her again until lunch time, in the cafeteria. She’s already seated, huddled close to Sienna and grinning at something Sienna is showing her on her phone. The glance she throws in his direction tells him that it absolutely has something to do with whatever she has planned.

A friendly clap on his shoulder distracts him. He turns to see Bryce standing in line, grinning ear to ear.

“I hear someone hit the big Four-Oh today. Should I bring tequila?”

Next to him, Rafael tries not to laugh. “Come on, Bryce. Don’t tease him so much.”

Ridiculous as it is, hearing his age out loud makes Ethan cringe, not for the first time today. “Tell me what you know about this party.”

“No can do. I’m sworn to secrecy.” Bryce makes a performance of pretending to zip his lips, chucking an invisible key basketball-style into the nearest trash can. The amused smirk never leaves his face as he picks up a tray and walks away with it.

Ethan turns his attention to Rafael, thinking that maybe he’ll show an ounce of mercy. “Well?”

“I’m… going to go make sure Bryce didn’t take the last pudding cup.” With that, he follows his friend, and Ethan’s suspicions are no less than they were before.

XXXXXX

“Ethan!”

At the sound of Naveen’s voice, Ethan looks up from his patient’s charts. Naveen strides into the room, smiling warmly and holding an envelope in his hand.

“Happy birthday, Ethan,” Naveen greets, pulling his former protege in for a hug before handing him the envelope.

Ethan opens the envelope and reads the greeting on the front of the card. “Welcome to your forties, where a night of heavy drinking requires more recovery time than minor surgery.”

Naveen rolls his eyes at the mildly amused snort that follows. “Hey now, if you laugh any harder, you may get hurt!”

Olivia snorts and smiles at Naveen. “Speaking of heavy drinking, and since Ethan doesn’t want a party, we thought we’d reserve a big table at a restaurant tonight. One with a bar.”

“I don’t think I can make it, but who knows? I always did love crashing parties.” Naveen winks, confirming Ethan’s suspicions that apparently the entirety of Edenbrook’s staff is going to be in his living room when he gets home tonight.

Once they’re alone, Olivia catches his stare and sighs. “Ethan, we’re messing with you. I promise, no surprise party.”

“Mm hmm. You’re fortunate that you are the only person I’d go along with this for.”

“I’m touched.” She pretends to dab at her eyes, then steals another tauntingly quick kiss before her pager interrupts. “Gotta go. But I promise… no party.”

She can deny it all she wants, but Ethan knows better. He’ll go to this party, but he wasn’t lying-- there is absolutely nobody else he would do this for.

XXXXXX

It’s the end of his shift and Ethan knows he only has a few minutes of peace and quiet before he goes home to find co-workers he barely knows occupying his home.

Olivia’s fingers lace through his as they make their way to the top floor. Ethan half-expects to already hear music pulsing through the door, but the hall is eerily quiet.

Suspiciously so.

With the number of people she recruited to tease him today, Ethan expects no less than ten people, and that’s assuming she only invited their closest co-workers.

She steps ahead of him, reaching the door first. Her eyes sparkle with a teasing glint as she inserts the key--- her key--- into the doorknob and unlocks it. She tentatively pushes the door open and emits a low whistle.

“Wow, it’s dark in here. I mean, it’s always dark because we’re responsible people who turn the lights off when we leave, but… you know.”

Not subtle at all.

With a flourish, she swipes at the light switch. Light floods the room and Ethan expects an onslaught of people to jump out yelling some pre-rehearsed birthday greeting, but he’s met only with a living room devoid of partygoers.

“Huh. I told everyone to meet in the living room. They must be in the kitchen. Close your eyes.”  When he relents, she bites back a smirk and ushers him into the dining area. “Okay, open them.”

Ethan opens his eyes, blinking in mild surprise when he isn’t greeted with people jumping from behind every piece of furniture. Instead, there’s a table set for two, a bottle of fancy scotch at the centerpiece.

“I… you didn’t…”

“I didn’t plan a surprise party after all?” she finishes, smirking as she leans up to silence him with a kiss. “Told you so.”

“Then why did you go so far with the act today?”

“Because you’re almost impossible to surprise and I thought if I tricked you into thinking you’d walk into a surprise party, you’d actually be surprised by a nice, quiet dinner.”

At that, he lets out a low chuckle. “Well… I suppose I can say I am very nicely surprised to not have people in my house on my birthday of all days.”

The teasing glint returns to her eyes as she wraps her arms around his neck. “Besides, you’re really getting up there in years now. I couldn’t risk startling you like that.”

Ethan rolls his eyes. “Such a comedian. If my aging memory is correct, your thirtieth is not far away at all.”

“Shh.” Olivia shakes her head and steers him toward the table. She lifts the lid from the serving to reveal their dinner, the warm spices wafting into the air. “Steak, paired with the best potatoes you’ll ever eat, and expensive alcohol. Three things that I know you like more than parties.”

“Four, if your presence counts.”

Her grin widens, making his features soften in response. “That was cheesy, but I’ll take it since you’re the birthday boy.”

Ethan laughs as he picks up a knife to cut into his steak. “I’d like to know how you managed to do all of this.”

“I have my ways of finding help so I can sneak off to cook fancy dinners using your recipes.” She pours two glasses of scotch and sits across from him. “And there’s chocolate cake for dessert, courtesy of Sienna.”

“So that’s what you two were conspiring about in the cafeteria.”

“Got it in one,” she confirms. She clinks her glass to his. “How does it feel to be forty?”

“No different than it felt to be thirty-nine.”

“You would say that. But I’m curious, how old were you the last time you had a birthday party?”

“Sixteen.”

“Did you have to share your birthday cake with dinosaurs?”

Ethan’s eyes roll again. “Enjoying yourself?”

“Absolutely.” An amused laugh shakes her shoulders and she doesn’t miss the way Ethan’s lips lift into a soft smile.

Companionable quiet falls between them as they enjoy their dinner, followed by slices of chocolate cake. As soon as Ethan takes his last bite, Olivia hands him a long wrapped box.

“Open it.”

“Impatient.” Ethan removes the gift wrap to reveal a framed photo. They’re sitting on his couch, her head resting on his shoulder as she snaps the picture. He’s not looking at the camera, but the side view of his face catches the softness of his smile.

The smile he’s pretty sure he’s making right now.

“There’s more under the tissue paper.”

Ethan moves aside the tissue, his fingers brushing against the plush fabric of a soft bathrobe. “I think someone is enjoying her first year of an attending’s salary.”

“Maybe a little. I know I didn’t go all out and the gifts are pretty small, and-“

He closes the distance between them, cutting her off with a tender kiss. Olivia doesn’t hesitate before she melts into it. Her fingers reach up to graze his stubbled jaw.

“I love it,” Ethan assures her when their lips part. “The dinner, the gifts… I’d rather have quality time with you than extravagant parties and presents.”

Warmth fills her eyes as she takes a seat on his knee and touches her forehead to his. A smirk forms on her mouth. “I got a matching robe for myself, too. But I’m sure you’d rather see what I’m going to wear under it.”

The words send a shiver down Ethan’s spine. He’s half tempted to swipe the dishes off the table and let her have her way with him right here, right now, but he does have self-control.

Her smile widens, tantalizing him. It’s enough to make his heart skip with affection and longing.

For a moment, she pauses, her face inches from his. She steals another kiss before she gently grips his shoulders and urges him out of his chair. “Follow me for the rest of your birthday surprises.”

He doesn’t have to be told twice.

XXXXXX

Moonlight and glow from the city lights bathe the room, spilling through the window. Raindrops drip down the glass, the sound of their pattering lulling him toward sleep.

Sleep tugs at his eyelids. Ethan stifles a content yawn. His hand cradles Olivia’s head to his bare chest, his fingers combing softly through her hair.  She’s already asleep-- she always falls asleep first-- and Ethan wants to cherish the moment before he surrenders to sleep, too.

His arm tightens around her waist, drawing her closer. Her breaths escape in soft snores, almost inaudible and warm against his skin. Ethan’s not sure what he did to deserve this, deserve her, but he made a decision two years ago to never take a moment for granted.

He couldn’t be happier if he tried.

author’s note: So I definitely cringed at some of my own dialogue, especially since I don’t use present tense often. But I liked the way this turned out! It was originally going to be a headcanon, but... this happened instead.

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[thewritetofreespeech]

im down bad for the obey me brothers... idk if you write straight up nsfw, but if you do could i maybe get mc asking the brothers to finger her until she cums 👉🏻👈🏻 i saw someone ask this on another blog and ive been obsessed with this idea ever since. thank you in advance!

Just made it under the wire for Sexual Sunday!!!

Obey Me Boys + Naughty MC Headcanons (NSFW)

Lucifer

Startled initially, but delighted with your boldness

“You need only ask, my dear one.”

Would have you sit on his lap in his study where you asked him

No one is going to bother you in there because no one, besides you, would dare enter on their own

Once you’re settled he’d pull one glove off his hand with his teeth

His other hand is currently wrapped around your waist

Despite being gloved all the time, his touch is cool on your outer thigh

It slowly moved up your leg and under your uniform skirt

Moving to your inner thigh only when it was under the thin pleaded material

He’d gently urge your legs open, and start to stroke you

On the outside of your panties at first. Feeling them get moist

Then, when you were whimpering on his kneed, he’d slip his fingers past your panties and inside you

His touch is decisive and firm

Well practiced, he has you cumming in seconds or hours

Depends on his mood that day

Does not need you to reciprocate. He’ll get his eventually. Right now is about you

Mammon

Shocked, at first, but quickly tries to recover and act cool

“Ha. Of course you would come to The Great Mammon, and your first man, to take care of you doll.”

Would take you to his room; and be immediately embarrassed at the state it’s in

He wasn’t expecting company

He lays you down on the bed, nestled in his expensive Egyptian cotton sheets, and starts with a soft kiss.

He’d groan audibly when he pulled up your RAD skirt to see you wearing the designer underwear he bought you

Just for him

He’d keep them on and slip his hand down you panties

His touch is shy, at first

He wants to make sure he’s doing it right, what you like

When he starts to hear you moan and feel you buck up into his hand, he gets more confident

Mammon can’t keep his mouth shut to save his life. So it’s no different in bed

Whispers a lot of “you like that baby?”, “does that feel good?”, “you look so hot baby.” in your ear

When you do cum he feels very proud of himself

He’ll lay next to you and kiss you softly

Will ask you to return the favor cause he’s super hard now

Levi

Immediate panic attack

“W-W-Whaaaattt??!”

Doesn’t believe you, at first. Why would you want a gross otaku like him to do....that to you??

Once you convince him that you’re telling him the truth, then you have to convince him to actually do it

He’s red as a tomato

You’d have to go to your room because Levi can’t do it in front of his figurines

He doesn’t want them to see him being all ecchi

Tries to undress you, but his hands shake too much

You’ll have to take your panties, and whatever else, off yourself

Once you’ve reached the point of no return, he’ll screw his courage to the sticking place and go for it

You’re his precious Hime-sama. He’d do anything for you

Despite his nerves, he’s really good at this

All those hours of gaming have given his fingers incredibly dexterity

No one is more surprised than you when he has you cumming so face

Still super shocked that he did this with you, but also a little proud of himself

Wouldn’t dream of asking you to do anything for him. He’d die of embarrassment if he had to ask

Satan

Surprised to say the least, but attempts to remain calm

“Well if....that’s what you want....”

Would take you back to his room for privacy

Would need to clear off his bed of the dozen or so books on it, but would set you down carefully on the comforter

He’s a little nervous

He’s usually not a sexually person (like some idiots he could name)

But something about you lights a fire in him

It’s strange to be burning up inside with something other than anger

His touch is deliberate and sound

You’ve asked him to make you cum. And cum you shall.

He doesn’t pussy-foot around and gets right to the task of fondling you

His fingers stroking your clit. Jutting in and out of you rhythmically

He won’t admit how much it turns him on to hear you say his name, but he’ll ask you to say it again

Calls you his ‘little kitten’ when he asks if you’re going to come

When you do his chest swells with pride. Let’s see those idiots do that to you

Would be interested in reciprocation, but won’t ask for it. If you offer, he’d be willing. A gentleman doesn’t do favors for reward though.

Asmo

Delighted beyond measure

“Ah~! My sweet [Y/N]! How naughty!”

Asmo, of course, is the most eager to please you

You coming to him openly for pleasure is a rare treat

One he’s going to take advantage of

He’d take you to his room and lay you on his bed like the princess you are

Takes his time getting you out of your RAD uniform

He doesn’t want your clothes wrinkled. Plus he wants to see all of you.

Will kiss and tease any patch of skin he can get his hands on

As he said, this is a rare treat. He’s going to take advantage of it

His touch on your apex is as teasing as his kisses

They are infuriatingly light. But he knows what he’s doing

Asmo is obviously the most experienced

So he knows how to give his partner mind shattering orgasms

Will tease and taught and tempt you until your body bows off the bed and you’re practically gushing around his fingers

Would want you to reciprocate, or let him fuck you. Let’s both feel good together.

Beel

Turns about as red as his hair when you ask him.

"S-Sure. If you want.”

Would want to go it in your room. He doesn’t want Belphie to walk in on you two

Nervous

He’s not the most experienced out of the bunch

Until now, he’s only ever thought about eating, or working out, or his brothers

Not until you

Would let you lay yourself on the bed and cover over to you

He’s scared about crushing you

His touch is a bit clunky

His hands are big and rough, and he doesn’t know what to do with them

But, he’s earnest

He genuinely wants to make you feel good so he tries his hardest

Asks a lot of questions like “am I going this right?”, “does this feel good?”, “is this ok?” to make sure he’s doing it right

When you cum, he licks his fingers. Fascinated with what you taste like. You’re his new favorite flavor

Doesn’t ask you to reciprocate. Too embarrassed to ask. Just wants to hold you. That makes him feel good.

Belphie

Slow, sleepy blink followed by slow, sleepy grin

“Eeeeh...[Y/N]-chan. You’re a pervert.”

Would take you up to his attic room so you can be alone

There’s a sky light with stars that’s really romantic

He wants you to see stars before you see stars

Nuzzles you in bed to breath in your scent

He loves the way you smell

Takes off your uniform top and panties, but leaves your bra and skirt on

He likes your skirt. And you look sluttier half naked than fully naked

Will get right down to business on you

Touching you roughly to pull an orgasm out of you

But he doesn’t stop there

He’ll pull another. Then another. Until once where you were begging him to make you cum now you’re begging him to stop.

He thinks your whimpers, teetering between pleasure & pain, are so adorable

So is your puffy, swollen cunt

Won’t ask you to reciprocate. He’s already got off on your weak, gentle crying. Will hold you and snuggle you for the rest of the night.

[stygianflood]

Hideaway (Ethan x F!MC)

Summary: As promised, a very canon-divergent version of Ethan’s... dark mood. 3.8; Ethan’s PoV

Words, rating, genre, trope- 1.5k, General, Fluff (but the tone is angsty); hurt/comfort

A/N- It bothered me that Ethan’s demand for consolation was an either-this-or-nothing sort of scenario, when we know the real Ethan Ramsey would never! In this universe Ethan just leaves refusing MC’s offer to help. Much like Book 1 ❤ Also, I really tried to make sense of whatever PB is making Harper do. And there might be an Easter egg near the end.

The amber liquid sloshes down his throat, trickling into the more labyrinthine crevices of his mind, sharp and biting. Somewhere in a sky not veiled by the havoc of civilisation, a forlorn sun pours itself in a steady drip. 

For each of the last fifteen minutes, his finger has been teetering on the brink of a call he knows he’ll make.

I don’t need you to follow me, Aparna. I knew there could be consequences. 

I made my bed... The least I can do is lie in it.

She stood before him, under the lurid new lights of the revamped atrium. Face contorted in worry, and something else he is no longer a stranger to.

That doesn’t mean you have to weather them alone. 

I care about you. Talk to me.

And she looked no older than she did in her first year. 

In those days the atrium housed the trees planted in his intern year, and some even older. And Aparna had implored him to stay. Because the patients needed him. Because she needed him. 

Ethan was not brave enough to admit he needed her more than she would ever need him. That part of them remains pitifully unaltered.

This time however, it’s different from letting her in. It’s about beating the devil at his own game. Wrestling his slippery self on a rock face. 

He wonders what it’s like on the other side of the tunnel. The darker side that the likes of Bloom inhabit. The one that doesn’t have its throat slit by the glare of street lights. More importantly, how do the likes of Dr. Ramsey beat him at his own game and remain unscathed.

He’s being reckless. Dangerously so. But whatever else he might tell himself, he is lonely too.

Cloistered in an apartment that never felt emptier, he can almost hear her terrible joke on fingers of scotch. When did the notoriously single Ethan Ramsey become this dependent he wonders.

After four arduously long rings, he almost disconnects the call.

‘Ethan?’

‘Hey.’

The silence stretches into a long and restless twilight across his windows, and he thinks he ought to ask about her day. She beats him to it.

‘Do you want me to come over?’ 

‘That… That would be nice.’

She definitely rolls her eyes on the other side of the line. 

***

‘Do you ever wish you’d settled for someone… less complicated?’ He avoids her eyes fixing his own on the ceiling. 

The fingers massaging his forehead stall for the briefest quarter of a second before resuming. The slight shift finds his head even more snugly settled in her lap.

He feels stifled by an all-consuming sense of helplessness. And it’s different from the trickiest diagnoses when he knows he’s giving his all and failing. It is a plethora of all that is wrong with the system. The one he has been pitted against all his life, and mostly managed to thwart.

Ethan Ramsey never settles for half-measures. Not when he can help it. And with Bloom, he cannot. 

Not unless he tips the scales in his favour. And it has taken the last morsel of his sanity to plot it.

No loose ends. Or second footprints for that matter. One more ethics hearing and her career would end before it began, and Naveen himself could do nothing about it.

Yet here he is. The irony of it biting, as the one person he needs to protect by all means is the one being implicated. If Harper, one of the most level-headed people he knows-

‘Besides the fact that I’m nowhere close to being settled?’ Aparna interrupts his thoughts from somewhere above him. 

Oh.

‘Sorry, I didn't mean-’ 

Of course she is grinning. Annoyingly smug and utterly distracting. 

He could kiss her senseless and wipe the smirk off those lips. Make her moan right here on the couch. 

He almost does.

‘Did you wish you weren’t involved with someone whose medical license was about to be revoked?’ She asks.

Her fingers rove about his temple, right where he has recently seen specks of silver. And he awaits a joke about his age that never comes.

‘Ethan…’

God, he hopes he doesn’t look that miserable.  

‘I need you to know I’d go anywhere with you. And I mean that-’ She holds his chin to turn his face. ‘I mean that in every sense of the word. Thought you’d know by now.’

She looks strangely composed. 

It could be the immensity of her proclamation. Or the ease with which it has rolled off her tongue. But it alarms him. Not because he isn’t ready, because make no mistake he is. It alarms him because she is doing it again. 

In that moment all of his life could flicker past him like the tedious crackle of an old television set, and he’d still be enraptured by the unwavering intent in her eyes.  

And she looks no older than she did in her first year. 

He raises a hand grazing the softness of her neck. Her cheek. And the corner of her parted lips. 

Come here is all he manages before drawing her face to his own.

He only vaguely remembers the drive back home when he wanted to be in control of his life. He has never felt more disarmed. Or more- he discerns the lump in his throat- in love.

Beads of crimson settle on the horizon, and in the abandoned dregs of his whisky. The natural order of things calls for day and night. Much in the same way it summons droughts and downpour.

And as for him, he’d come undone for her again and again.

***

The stillness of the air is riddled by his own ragged breaths mingling with hers. And the deluge in his mind almost subsides. 

‘Glad that I stayed?’ She props herself on her elbows and lazily smiles down at him.

‘Always.’

She peppers the column of his neck with a final drizzle of kisses before burying one languid hand in his hair and settling against him. Just as the silence is splintered by the buzz on his coffee table.

Thankfully it’s not her pager. Just her phone. And her fingers resume their stroking of his hair.

‘How are you feeling?’

‘Pleasantly spent.’ It’s his first genuine smile in hours. ‘But really, several things at once.

‘And I’ll talk to Harper as soon as I can.’

‘I appreciate that, but… I think we need to talk to each other,’ She says. ‘For the team, but also for ourselves. 

‘I need to be able to forgive her. Not today perhaps. But I need to do it.’

He agrees. But he is baffled that Harper should accuse her now. Especially when she was willing to wait for evidence when Aparna had actually breached ethics as an intern.

Is it his tactlessness he wonders, as she loops his arm around herself. Speaking over her inputs, denying the credibility she has earned in the team by sheer hard work. 

Creating the impression that she’s still just an intern with history.

As her breath cools the sheen of sweat on his chest, he instinctively gathers her even closer. And not for the first time that evening, he feels he doesn’t deserve her.

Damage control, the interminable mutterings in his mind suggest. He needs to ensure Harper has not spoken to anyone outside the team. And Tobias has not prattled. Perhaps give Naveen a heads up.

‘Check that,’ He remarks as her phone buzzes again. ‘It could be work.’ 

But just as he is about to disentangle himself to make the calls, he sees them.

Just wanted to check on you. 

Hope you’re not beeting yourself up over it.

Not a saved contact on her phone he realises. But it’s familiar. A little too familiar. He decides against asking.

She shakes her head with a faint half-smile before replacing the phone and curling up to him. She loops an arm about his chest as he strokes rehearsed patterns on her back. 

It’s minutes before they startle the peace.

‘Thank you for being here tonight, Apu,’ He almost whispers. ‘For helping me work through this.'

‘I meant what I said, Ethan,’ She says. ‘I’ll always be there for you. 

‘Even when I don’t agree with you.’

And it’s there again. That frightfully alarming calm on her face every time she promises to leap.

When he takes her bottom lip between his teeth, it’s with the ardour of a disciple who did not just invoke her minutes ago, or this morning, or into the wee hours of the night before. 

‘And I hope,’ He manages breathlessly. ‘I hope I never take that... Take you for granted.’

She doesn’t respond. Except for the immutable glimmer in her eyes. And he knows.

He decides he will call Naveen and Harper once she’s asleep. He’ll not unsettle her. Not when it might never happen. 

‘What happens when we go back out there?’

If he only knew.

‘Let’s get you to bed.’ He smiles, lacing his fingers with hers.

His life has long stopped being the neatly stacked manila folders he’d once sorted it into. For all he knows, it could be dipped and bent in all directions tomorrow. 

But he also knows she will be right there on the promontory with him.

Thank you all for reading this!  A special shout-out to @starrystarrytrouble​ because I had the inspiration to write after ages solely because of our chat ❤

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Undateable headcanons for them being snuck up on by MC while they were talking about MC, like in a I can't tell them I like them or whatever kind of way

MC Hears the Undateables Admit They Like Them to Someone Else

AN: Love this idea! Sorry about the title, I couldn’t figure out how to title this one. If anyone has a better idea let me know!! I tried to keep these relatively short because the first draft of them was way too long ;u;

Edit: I started Diavolo’s a long time ago and only just got around to finishing these now. Sorry for the wait <3

Solomon’s was difficult. I can’t see him confessing his feelings to anyone other than the subject of them, so sorry its kind of off-prompt.

Diavolo

He’d been working late when everyone was over in the castle and you decided to bring him tea and some nibbles to have, reminding him not to overwork himself. Barbatos passes you as you leave, smiling and giving you a nod by way of greeting you.

You pause when you get to the end of the hallway, fishing in your pockets and suddenly realising you’d left your DDD on the tray when you handed it to Diavolo. You’re quick to turn on your heels and head back for it - the brothers messaged often enough, and you wouldn’t hear the end of it if you missed one of Mammon’s calls. It was worth the embarrassment of having to go back in and tell Diavolo you’d left your phone behind than dealing with the headache you’d end up with otherwise.

You’re about to tap the door when Barbatos says your name, and you wonder briefly if he’s just found your DDD and is talking about that, but the tone he was using sounds off. He’s amused, the same tone he used when you scolded one of the brothers and he was trying not to laugh behind a gloved hand.

“You must really admire them,” Barbatos smiles. You peak in through the gap of the door, and see Diavolo with his face in his hands. He lets out a laugh, sitting up straight to grin at Barbatos. Your heart jumps in your chest.

“Of course.” Diavolo’s voice has all the confidence and charm of a natural born leader, but the blush on his face defies it. “I am... very fond of them.”

It didn’t sound like simply admiration, the way he said it, the way his fingers brushed over his mouth and chin thoughtfully before he takes a sip of the tea you’d left for him. He smiles into his cup, and you see him notice your DDD.

“Ah, Barbatos, can you return this to them? And tell them again that I’m very grateful for their presence here.” Diavolo holds up your phone, chuckling at the chocolate lizard charm you still have on it. You face heats up, and you turn on your heels and rush off down the corridor before Barbatos can realise you’ve heard the entire conversation. When he returns the phone to you later, he has a knowing glint in his eyes, but doesn’t say anything other than what Diavolo had instructed him to. You blush and thank him, and wonder what to do now.

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You’re at the final ball that will be held in Diavolo’s castle before you have to return to the House of Lamentation when Diavolo himself holds out his hand to you, invites you to dance with him. You accept right away, sitting your glass down and ignoring the glare Mammon and Belphie shoot at you.

You’ve been practicing hard for this dance, and as you twirl around with Diavolo, you see that now-familiar admiration glowing in his eyes. Your gaze darts away and you lick your lips. You have to say something now, he’s going to be busy soon and you have to leave in the morning. This is your last chance.

He notices your nervousness and comes to a stop in the center of the ballroom, allowing the other pairs to continue dancing around you two. You look up at him, smile, swallow.

“I am very fond of you, Lord Diavolo,” you tell him, and watch as he mulls over it, tries to process what you’re actually trying to tell him. It finally clicks, and his eyes widen.

“Ah. You heard my conversation with Barbatos earlier, then?” he asks, face betraying nothing. His fingers twitch against your waist, and he pulls you back into the dance.

“I... I left my phone behind, and I was coming back to get it. I didn’t mean to overhear anything.” You’re starting to feel bad, now. Had you misinterpreted his words earlier? Was it really only admiration he felt for you, because of the changes you’d made for his people and your own? No. There had been something more in it.

The second time you come to a stop, you steel yourself and look up at him, putting as much feeling into your words as you could without choking on them.

“I like you,” you tell him, and he pauses, eyes searching your own. “Do you like me too?”

His expression breaks then, and he looks so relieved and happy you’re almost overwhelmed by it until he sweeps you up into a hug. You can hear Mammon yell somewhere, off to the side, as Diavolo presses a kiss to your forehead.

“I do, MC.”

Barbatos

Barbatos was in the castle’s kitchen when you entered at 6am for a glass of water, the energy of the day still flowing through you and refusing to let you sleep well. You greet him politely and, after getting your water, ask if he needs any help - he seems to be preparing the breakfast for the morning, and there was a lot of it, what with having to prepare for Beel nevermind everyone else.

“Not at all. You are a guest here, MC. I couldn’t possibly ask you to work,” Barbatos smiles. He looks tired, you realise. He usually hid it well, but he seemed to be jumping between washing up and cooking, and his steps had no bounce to them.

You pull on an apron without asking again, and take the rubber gloves by the sink.

“Nonsense,” you tell him. “I’ll do the washing up, you can focus on the cooking. We’ll get it done faster if there are two of us here.”

You end up being right. Aside from the sound of cutlery and pots clanking, the room is comfortably quiet, and when you finish washing the last few pots you turn around and see that Barbatos has a cup of tea ready for you. You accept it gratefully, leaning against the counter beside him as you two drink. You’d never felt so comfortable in silence before, not before you met Barbatos.

You’re quick to leave after thanking him, knowing Asmo will huff if he knows you woke up and left without him. As you leave the kitchen, Diavolo drops in to check that everything is ready. He pats your shoulder as he passes, thanking you for helping Barbatos, and you blush and nod.

You realise that you probably should have helped set the dishes out so that Barbatos didn’t have to keep going between the kitchen and the main hall, and with some time still left before the others are supposed to wake up, you jog back towards the kitchen.

“If you want to tell MC,” you hear Diavolo laugh, and you pause. You weren’t  familiar with that tone and wanted to know what it meant. “I would be delighted to attend your wedding.”

You huff out a startled laugh, and the kitchen goes silent. Barbatos opens the door not a second later, and you don’t know what to do or how to react. You can see Diavolo behind him, who looks between the two of you, amusement and concern warring on his face. You speak without thinking.

“I’m not sure about marriage right away. How about a date, first?”

Diavolo laughs, then, and Barbatos sighs before breaking out into a smile.

“That sounds delightful, MC.”

Solomon

You were supposed to help Solomon prepare dinner for the others at Purgatory Hall today, per Simeon’s request - Simeon promised to take up your cooking duties at the House of Lamentation if you helped Solomon on his days, after having to secretly order in take out every week on the days Solomon prepared his... food? It didn’t feel right to call it that.

You arrive early and let yourself in, familiar enough with the building by now. You could hear loud chatter before you could even get to the kitchen. Simeon, Solomon, and Luke were all talking, and it sounded almost like an argument.

“I just felt like you two could do with spending more time with them,” Simeon says, polite and calm as always.

“I don’t trust you around MC,” Luke says at the same time, and you can easily picture him pouting with his fists balled by his sides from here. You’re silent as you approach the kitchen.

Solomon sighs, and whilst his voice has a teasing lilt to it, he sounds wary. “Luke is right. If I see MC right now I might just ask them out.”

You round the corner then, and pause when you process what Solomon just said. Simeon and Luke see you first, and Solomon lowers his head.

“They’re behind me,” he mumbles, turning around to lock eyes with you. He grins, lopsided and genuine. “What do you say, MC? Why don’t we leave these two and go on a date?”

“We have to make dinner,” you say dully, unsure if he’s joking or not. You’re not sure how their conversation ended up like this.

Solomon doesn’t falter at all, just ushers the other two out of the room. Its the look that Simeon gives you that confirms things for you.

“We can go on that date after, if that’s alright?”

Solomon grins again and throws an arm around you, ignoring Luke’s protests. “I’d love to.”

Simeon

Simeon brings Luke over to the House of Lamentation for movie night, and Luke clings to you half the time, talking excitedly in whispers as he tells you what he’s been up to lately - new recipes he’s trying, his success with one of them which Beel immediately wolfed down, how he got to spend time with Barbatos recently, and so on. You’re listening to him more than the movie up until you decide to take a break and get up to get drinks and snacks for everyone. Luke and Simeon follow, Simeon wanting to help and Luke not wanting to be left with the brothers on his own.

You go into the kitchen on your own, asking the two to stand outside because it was a mess in there from an incident earlier and everyone had abandoned cleaning it until after movie night. You hear faint mumbling outside as you stack up glasses on a tray, but its hard to make out the words.

“You’re having fun getting to spend time with MC, right?” Simeon asks.

“Mmhmm! I have to protect them from those demons whilst we’re here!” Luke says excitedly. You don’t hear what he says next, until he suddenly pipes up with, “You have to tell them you like them so we can convince them to move over to Purgatory Hall with us.”

You drop the glass you’re holding, and it shatters on the floor. The door opens immediately, Simeon rushing in and telling you not to move as he holds Luke back. He grabs a dustpan and you crouch down to pick up the larger shards, face red. You spare a glance at Simeon’s face and see that he’s blushing too, and, unable to hold it in, you start giggling. Simeon starts as well, dumping the glass in the bin. Luke takes the tray with the rest of the glasses, confused by the situation, and you and Simeon lift the bags of snacks and drinks.

On the way back to the common room, you glance up at Simeon, smirking.

“So, when are you going to ask me to move in, then?”

He jolts, surprised, and sheepishly smiles at you. “We can start with a date this weekend, if that suits you?”

“It’ll do for now,” you grin.

Luke

Luke scenario is very similar to Simeon’s, except after he promises to protect you from all the demons, he admits that you feel like a sibling to him. You open the door and hug him around your tray, and from that day forward Luke is your little brother whom you’d do anything for.