#it makes me laugh every time no matter how badly my mc feels about the break up

[sunbloomdew]

one of my fav lines in baxter's dlc is scott asking if baxter bullied mc as a teenager. gets me every time

[jerzwriter]

A Time to Heal

Trystan x Carolina

One thing is for certain. When @/artbyainna (IG) comes to bat, she only hits home runs. I have run out of superlatives to describe how incredible her art is a long, long time ago... but she did it again! I simply love this!

Book: Crimes of Passion (Post Series) Pairing: Trystan Thorne x F!MC (Carolina Rose) Rating: Mature / 18+ / NSFW Words: 1,500 Summary: After a rough day on the job, Carolina & Trystan return to her apartment, where Trystan wants nothing more than to take care of her. But in the end, they realize they do their best healing together. A/N: @lexicook74-blog asked for a Trystan x Carolina hurt/comfort fic a long, long time ago. I can take a long time to get to them, but I'm determined to do all asks sent to me :) I hope you like it! Submitting to @choicesjunechallenge2024. It doesn't fit any of the prompts completely, but we can see indecision before he surrenders.

The two flights of stairs that led to Carolina’s apartment were something she and Trystan typically navigated with ease. If she took double steps, she'd be upstairs in a matter of seconds. Sometimes, Trystan would yell, “Race you!” when he already had a three-step lead, and they’d both end up panting before her door in an instant. But today wasn’t a typical day.

Trystan trudged along, inches behind his limping partner, who let out a soft whimper with every other step she took. Ensuring she got upstairs was his only concern, so he did his best to conceal his own pain. With just four steps to go, he thought he was in the clear when a muscle spasm seized his back and thwarted his plans.

“Ow! Ow, ow, ow... ouch!” He cried out in pain.

“Trystan,”  Carolina exclaimed. “What’s wrong? I knew you were hurt, too!”

“It’s nothing,” he replied, trying to wave it off, but his clenched teeth said otherwise. “If the Drakovian press knew I was whining about something so superficial, the people would demand my passport be rescinded at once.”

Carolina shook her head and leaned against the door as she fished around the bottom of her purse to find her keys.

“Does everything have to tie back to some strange Drakovian lore?”

“Usually,” he smirked, placing a kiss on her cheek.

A feeling of tranquility washed over them as they stepped inside. Carolina’s apartment. It was small and far from fancy, but the warm, cozy space always gave them a sense of peace. At minimum, they were pretty sure the floor under their feet would support them. Something they hadn’t had the luxury of earlier today.

“Come,” he said, guiding her to the couch. “Let’s get you seated.”

“Me?” she protested. “But you’re hurt, too!”

“Your hip is badly bruised and you’ve been limping! I still say you should have seen a doctor! You’re hurt. I merely have a boo-boo.”

“A boo-boo?” Carolina chuckled as he sat beside her. “Can I kiss it and make it all better?”

The smirk on his lips and the fire coming alive in his eyes made his thoughts clear, but ensuring his girlfriend was all right was his priority this evening.

“If you’re a good girl and let me take care of you, maybe I’ll let you tend to my boo-boos later.”

He rose from the couch to get Carolina an ice pack, but she reached for his hand and stopped him in his tracks.

“No, stay with me.”

“Lina,” he sighed. “Let me take care of you! You fell through a floor in an abandoned building today!”

“Ehh,” she shrugged. “It’s all in a day’s work. I’ve been through much worse. Besides, you fell through that same floor!”

“I just pulled a muscle,” he said, arching his back. “It’s nothing.”

“Well, mine is really nothing, too. We were quite lucky.”

“Of course we were,” he grinned, placing a buss on her lips. “You’re my good luck charm, after all.”

“Please,” she laughed. “Your life has been filled with one nightmare after another since we met. I’m hardly your good luck charm.”

“Ah, but I survived every one of those challenges, some of them largely because of you, so I’m sorry, Detective Rose. You’re my good luck charm. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I need to make you chicken soup.”

“Chicken soup?” She queried. “That’s for colds and the flu, not two idiots falling through a ceiling.”

“Yes, but in times of trouble... we go with what we know. So, chicken soup it is.”

An hour later, they sat at the kitchen table, still sore, but full bellies delivered some relief.

“See, I told you,” Trystan mumbled as he bit into a crusty piece of bread. “Chicken soup heals all.”

“I guess,” Carolina smiled but quickly winced as her aches reminded her they were far from gone.

“Are you OK?”

“Just sore. I’m thinking of taking two Advil and then getting into a hot bath.”

“Don’t say another word!” He took their plates and began clearing the table. “I’ll go run the water for you.”

“Trystan, I can run my own bath!”

“Nope! This is not a battle you will win.”

“Fine,” she laughed. “I’ve learned to choose my battles with you. But make sure you add the new bubble bath we bought. This is a great time to start using it”

Moments later, Trystan helped Carolina to the bathroom; her face lit up when she saw what he had done. The scent of the lavender bubble bath wafted through the air, as dozens of little candles glistened around her old clawfoot tub, washing the room in a mystical glow.

“Trystan,” she smiled. “What did you do!”

“I can’t expect you to convalesce in an unsuitable environment.”

“You spoil me,” she sighed.

“And you better get used to it.”

Trystan helped her out of her clothes, becoming more transfixed with each new item that fell to the floor. Carolina was stunning, and he always found her irresistible; but the combination of candlelight and moonlight pouring in the window reflecting on her skin, their shadows accentuating every delicate curve on her body, it left him breathless.

But that’s not what tonight was about, and when he felt his body begin to stir, he deliberately turned away. Relieved when she slipped into the warm water. With her exquisite figure concealed under a plethora of bubbles, his primal urges began to dissipate.

“Ahhhh,” she breathed, as her tension drifted away. “This is just perfect.”

Trystan placed a small table with strawberry-infused water within her reach, then kneeled beside the tub, gently bopping her nose with a bubble-strewn finger.

 “You’re perfect.”

But Carolina's mood visibly shifted when he stood up and asked if she needed anything before he left.

“Leaving? Why are you leaving?” She tapped the water gently with an open hand. “There is plenty of room in here; I was hoping you’d join me.”

“But I want you to relax; you took quite a fall today.”

“Trystan,” she said with an arched brow. “You took the same fall! Now, get in here with me. That’s an order.”

“Well, if it’s an order...” he smirked.

Quickly removing his clothes, he slid into the tub across from his love, letting out a deep sigh the moment his body was submerged. With his arms stretched over the tub's sides and his legs rubbing against Carolina’s silky skin he wondered why this hadn't been his plan all along.

“This is divine,” he swooned.

“I told you! No way was I going to let you miss out on this.”

“And for that, I thank you!”

They closed their eyes, reclining in the soothing waters for a long while; but when Trystan opened his eyes again, he found Carolina’s sultry brown eyes peering at him, a playful grin on her face. 

“Yessss?” He droned.

“Do you have any idea how sexy you are in this lighting?”

“In this lighting?" He said, feigning insult. "I thought I looked sexy in all lighting!"

Carolina barked out a laugh. “That goes without saying, of course! But in this lighting... you’re especially desirable.”

Carolina was stunned; perhaps the candlelight was impeding her vision, but she swore she saw Trystan Thorne blush.

“You’re one to talk,” he whispered. “You’re simply ravishing.”

The lapping water made delicate sounds as Carolina pushed herself up and moved closer to Trystan. This allowed him a quick peek at her luscious curves before he felt them pressed firmly against his chest.

“Then, why aren’t you ravishing me," she purred in his ear.

Trystan thought he might melt into the water. “Lina,” he moaned. “What are you doing to me?”

Her pride morphed into a smile as she dragged her hand up his thigh, then slowly, excruciatingly slowly, skimmed her fingers along his hardened length.

“I haven’t done anything yet,” she teased. “But that’s about to change.”

He let out a muffled growl when her arms wrapped around him, stoking her desire even more.

“Lina, you’re hurt," he said, offering one last out.

“I’m fine!"

“I want you to feel better!”

She pushed back with seductive eyes, just begging to be taken.

“If you want me to feel better... I can offer some suggestions on how you can do that.”

His erection pulsated against her thigh, and she silently lauded herself for her restraint at that moment.

“Are you sure?” he whispered as her hands sunk under the water grasping him at his base, pleasuring him with slow, deliberate strokes until he quivered beneath her.

“100% sure,” she hissed, parting his lips with her tongue, entangling it with his for a long, sensual kiss.

The grin on his face couldn’t have been wider when they parted. “If you keep doing this, I'll see to it that we fall through ceilings together every day."

Carolina straddled him, placing him at her center before holding him tight. Unbridled shrieks of pleasure filled the air as she slowly sank down on him. He reached up and cupped her breasts just as he filled her completely. She closed her eyes, remaining still for just a moment to savor the feeling, and then, with a wicked grin she began to grind shamelessly against him.

If either had a worry about the water that splashed onto the floor, they certainly didn't show it as they brought each other to the precipice of pleasure again, and again until they unraveled in each other's arms.

“I don’t know what doctor recommended this treatment plan,” Trystan said trying to catch his breath. “But I really need to thank them.”

"What, this is how I fix boo-boos?" Carolina smiled.

"Then, I need to thank you."

Shortly after, the couple curled up in bed... completely in need of painkillers to soothe their aching muscles. But the blissful smiles on their faces as they drifted off to sleep made it very, very clear... sore muscles be damned, it had all been worth it.

@choicesficwriterscreations

[orion4ever]

Cove Holden x mc? Cove gets heatstroke when surfing with mc, and mc and cliff take care of him? Thanks 😊

Author’s note: I actually got heatstroke once while at a flea market , I had to sit down on the concrete lmao! I kept the step ambiguous enough, it could either be Step 2 or 3 depending on what you want! ^^

late note: i got this request so wrong 😦, I thought it said mc gets heatstroke..Whoops! Thats my mistake

Pairing: MC x Cove Holden

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He starts noticing instantly if you start showing signs of suffering a heat stroke.

Leaves you alone when you wave it off as the sun just making sluggish.

If you look like you’re about to pass out then expect Cove to guide you to a chair and give you some of his cold water.

He gets so worried about you and thought it was something more serious :(

Luckily both him and his father are both very sweet.

It was the hottest day of summer, at a more populated beach there was a surfing competition where you and Cove would be competing.

The two of you were very excited about it, you had been practicing together every day that you could and were confident that you would OBLITERATE every surfer there!

Cliff had been the first to volunteer to drive the two of you out of town to the beach in the neighboring town to compete.

You all sat in the car, Cove tapped his fingers on his thigh as he looked out the window.

You leaned on your side of the car and stared out the window too.

Cliff was keeping his eyes on the road but decided to start a conversation.

“So, you two excited?” He asked with an easy smile, already knowing the answer. Cove turned away from the window and gave a half excited nervous smile.

“Yeah. It’s going to be great” he said with a chuckle. “This would be the first time I will be surfing with other surfers though. What if I do badly” He asked, rubbing his nape.

“Don’t be so down on yourself, we’ve been practicing every day. Even if we aren’t as good, we made an effort!” You had encouraged, giving him a pat on the shoulder.

“You basically live in the ocean” You had added with a chuckle.

“Hey.” He said with a raised brow.

“MC is right, Son. What matters in the end is that you have fun.” Cliff added, peering into the rearview mirror to look at Cove.

“I guess you two are right. I am feeling a bit better about this.” Cove had said, now with a more sure smile.

That's the spirit, Bud. And perfect timing too. We’re here.” Cliff finished, now pulling into the beach parking lot and finding a spot.

The three of you filed out of the car and stood around. Cliff pulled out the beach bag your moms had prepared for them. (knowing him, he’d probably sit on the sand and forget to pack sunscreen)

“Okay, guys. Let’s put on some screen and Zinc…?” He questioned the last thing when noticing a small new packet of Zinc Surfer Sunscreen.

Before Cove could comment or protest, his dad squeezed a good chunk of it in his hands and covered Cove’s nose and cheeks with it.

“Ah-“ he said startled but accepted his fate of being properly sun-screened.

When Cliff was done he motioned for you to take the zinc and sunscreen so that you could apply your own.

You shook your head. “Nah. It's good. It’s even that sunny today.” You protested. “I barely wear sunscreen or ‘Zinc’ anyway.” You continued, you didn’t like how either of those felt on your face.

“I dunno…” Cliff said a little hesitantly.

“Mr.Holden, I promise I will be fine.” You tried and reassured with a laugh.

“Well okay then. You know what works for you. Tell me if you wanna reconsider later though, okay?” Cliff caved in.

“Of course! Now come on, we got a surfing competition to win.”

-

It had been three hours of the surfing competition. You and Cove were able to get first place in your age category and were rewarded with a humble-sized trophy.

Since the three of you drove out here, you may as well enjoy this new beach until it was time to go home.

While you and Cove talked, you began to feel a little lightheaded and your vision began to feel like you were spinning. You began to fan your face a little, maybe thinking that your surf suit was making it feel hotter.

“MC, are you ok?” Cove asked, noticing your behavior change.

“Yeah... I think the sun is making me sluggish or maybe I am just tired from the competition..?” You questioned.

“Do you want to sit down?” Cove asked.

“Nah. I am good. Let’s keep going, I think they’re giving out hotdogs over there.!

-

The sun was trying to boil you alive today.

Maybe this was the sun’s revenge on you, for not heeding your neighbor’s warning and putting sunscreen on.

You swayed and held your head, you felt so dizzy and nauseous. You decided that you needed a break and flopped onto the warm sand.

“MC?! A-are you ok?” Cove asked, turning around to see you helplessly lying on the ground.

“Ughhhh…” you groaned, feeling Cove’s arms on yours and hoisting you up as best as he could before he put you on his back for a piggyback ride.

“It’s fine, it’s fine! Let’s go get my dad” He tried and reassure you but you could hear the panic in his voice.

He carried you to where his dad had set up base, sitting on a towel that he had placed under an abandoned umbrella. When Cliff felt eyes on him he turned to Cove jogging towards him with you on his back and instantly got up.

“What's wrong?” He said, worried. He moved out of the way so that Cove could lay you on the towel. “I think they got heatstroke..”

Cliff got right into the action. “Cove stay here with them. I am getting a bucket of ice and water.” He instructed before quickly sprinting off to whatever lifeguard tower he could find.

Cove sat next to you and used the corner of the tower to wipe the sweat from your forehead. “Were you feeling sick earlier?” He asked, earning a slight nod from you.

“It's ok. We will uh get you something cold to drink, maybe you should unzip the top part of your surf suit.” Cove suggested.

You agreed and shed off the top layer of the suit, leaving you in your swim top/bare chest. Cliff had made his entrance again, this time with three bottles in a bucket of ice and a towel.

“I got the stuff- and good job. They need as much cold air as they can get.” He commended Cove before kneeling next to you and opening a cold bottle of water. “Here, make sure to take big gulps,” Cliff said, leaning you on the beach bag so that you could properly rehydrate.

It was just you sipping as much water as you could while Cove drenched the towel in the ice water and placed it on the back of your neck, after a while you felt much better.

Cliff had joked that the sun was trying to turn you to ash while Cove kept asking if it was you not wearing the sunscreen or if it was you not getting enough cold water in your system.

You felt better but you felt even more better knowing you had amazing guys around to help you.

[eve-dawntower]

His Story (Jeremiah x MC)

Warning: None

Pairing: Jeremiah x Reader , Xavier x Reader

Tags: Light Angst, Unrequited Love

It was already late. You and Jeremiah had been waiting for Xavier. Xavier asked you to wait at Philos, and so here you are, trying to coax Jeremiah to tell you a story to ease the boredom.

"Come on, Jeremiah. Any story will do. Horror, comedy, drama, love story, it doesn't matter. Just please tell me a story."

"Can you just play with your phone or something?" Jeremiah asked in exasperation. He really didn't mind listening to any of your requests, but he was a bad storyteller. And he wasn't even sure what story to tell. Unlike Xavier, he was not a massive book reader. He had a lot of books, yet they remained untouched for hundreds of years.

"I already did, and I'm still bored," you stubbornly said.

"Fine," Jeremiah sighed in defeat. "I don't know what story to tell, though."

"Come on, I'm sure you can think of something good. I mean, Xavier can do it despite his stories being really bad," you said with a small chuckle.

Jeremiah laughed and relented. "Fine. I have an idea of what to tell now."

You looked at him excitedly. "I'm listening."

A small, sad smile appeared on his lips. And then, he began:

"This story is about my friend. He was goofy, cheerful, friendly, and a little full of himself. He was liked by everyone despite that, though.

One day, he went to this school. And there, he met the most beautiful woman he had ever seen. At least at that time, he thought she was the most beautiful woman. He befriended the woman and realized that she's not only beautiful but also very kind and caring. He fell in love with her. She's the love of his life, his sweetheart, his queen.

But one day, the lady introduced him to someone else. Another guy. A guy who was much more handsome, much stronger, much calmer, and above all, a prince.

He was everything that he wasn't, and the guy couldn't help but feel hopeless and defeated.

He also noticed the way she looked at the princely man. A gaze full of love and adoration. He was sure she didn't realize it, but he knew. He knew because that was how he also looked at her. What made him more hopeless was the way the princely man also looked at her. Right at that moment, he knew. He knew that the feeling was mutual. He knew that they both loved each other.

He had to make the hardest decision: to step back. Because he knew that the other guy was the man who could make her happy. At least that was what he thought until he noticed how he was treating her. No, the other guy was not treating her badly. It was just that it seemed like she was not his first priority. He always disappeared for long periods of time without telling her, and she obediently waited for him. Whenever that happened, he second-guessed his decision to give way.

Maybe this was not the right choice. Maybe he should have at least fought for her? And yet, whenever he saw her eyes light up whenever the other guy appeared, he would think that maybe this was how it was supposed to be.

For years, the cycle happened continuously: he'd disappear, she'd wait, he'd return. Every time it happened, he would stay beside her, listen to her complaints, and give snarky remarks or insult the other guy in return.

As time passed, the young man's feelings for the woman remained unchanged. Despite the pain of watching her with another, he couldn't deny the love he harbored within his heart. Yet, he continued to hide his true emotions, burying them beneath a facade of friendship and support.

And then, the prince disappeared again, this time, for much, much longer.

No one knew where he was, and everyone had already given up on him. Most of them thought he would never return. And yet, the lady remained, waiting for him. The other guy decided to stay by her side even though it hurt him. Seeing the woman he loves pining for another man is painful, but for him, it would be more painful to see her face the loneliness alone. And so, he stayed at her side.

And one fateful day, the prince returned again. This time, he seemed different. He was more determined about something that only he was aware of.

The other guy then finally talked to the prince. And then, the prince finally confessed what was going on.

Let's just say it has something to do with saving the life of the woman they both love. Determined, he decided to join the prince in his quest to save their beloved's life, making a sacrifice of leaving the woman where she would be safe.

Jeremiah ended the story and looked at you.

"That's kind of sad," you said, looking back at him. "Did your friend and the prince manage to save her?"

Jeremiah smiled a little. "Not yet. They're still working on it."

"Oh. So... Your friend still loves her even up until now?"

Jeremiah chuckled. "Well, no one could change his love for her, but he realized that the prince loves her more than he loves her. In the end, he met another woman named Bella and dated her. But of course, he is still determined to save the life of his first love."

You smiled. "He seems nice."

Jeremiah smiled back. "Nah. He's a shitty guy."

Just then, a light beam covered the area as Xavier appeared.

Jeremiah sighed. "You promised to use the door instead of teleporting, Xavier."

Xavier apologized with a deadpan expression and turned to you before smiling and offering a hand.

"Let's go home?"

You smiled and took his hand. "Yeah," you said and turned to Jeremiah. "Bye, Jeremiah, and thank you for telling me the story. I hope your friend finds the happiness he deserves."

Xavier looked questioningly, but you only gave him a secretive smile.

Jeremiah smiled and nodded. "Yeah. Me too."

As Xavier and you disappeared, Jeremiah let out a defeated sigh. "As long as you're happy, I'll be happy, my queen."

END

MASTERLIST

[snowbellewells]

@kmomof4 Oh man, Krystal! I know that I am falling behind already (which is never my intention) but I want to make sure I have time to flail and comment with as much depth as this story deserves each time - and it seems like that sometimes takes me awhile. I know you are probably on the road by now for your anniversary trip (Which I hope is AMAZING!!) but hopefully you will see this eventually and know how touched and stunned I still am by the gift of this fic. A whole, developed MC centered on Graham - and Ruby too, of course! ;p - it's just all my little Huntsman-loving heart could want!!

Right off, in this chapter's opening, I felt so intensely for Ruby. There's nothing quite so disappointing as building something up in your head, longing and wishing for it to be the long-awaited answer to your hopes and dreams, and to then have it fall short and be so far from your expectations. Here in the real non-fic world, I've felt that a lot, particularly in regards to matters of the heart, and so these thoughts of hers that next morning were especially poignant:

"Or maybe she had expected him to fall in love with her at first sight. Or at least a tiny corner of her heart had expected it. She’d built up this elaborate dream in her mind of Sir Graham - a dream she now knew to be completely untrue. She’d made for herself a perfect man and was devastated now to realize that not only was he not perfect, he was, quite frankly, abysmal!

And the worst part was, Ruby had only herself to blame. Sir Graham had never misrepresented himself in his letters - not informing her that he was a father aside, especially before proposing marriage - but that hadn’t stopped her from dreaming.

And that’s all they were. Just dreams. Wishful illusions. All in her own mind. She’d been expecting something that didn’t exist.

And she was certainly old enough to have known better."

I was also just completely entertained and tickled by Ruby's first one-on-one interaction with the two Humbert children. Though it would be hard not to be frustrated with their difficult and unwelcoming challenges, I loved that she still felt compassion for them, that she could see both of them were hurting and starved for attention. She was both clever and fun with them, without letting them think they had the upper hand over her either. I can't wait to see how they will continue to develop as they get used to each other and (hopefully) grow closer as time goes on.

Poor Graham too, I just want to hug him as he's taken himself off to the greenhouse thinking about how he's mucked things up already. I can't help but feel like he wants to do right by his children, but he just isn't sure how - and that makes my heart hurt for him, and wonder what he's been through that is standing in his way as a dad. Plus, he's totally taken aback by Ruby's arrival - and how much he's already attracted to her ;) - and basically the man just doesn't know what to do with himself! (If this is the way Eloise's book goes in the Bridgerton series, then I know I'm going to like it when I eventually get there!)

"Graham knew he had blundered badly. But blast the woman, she’d given him no warning. No time to prepare himself with a few poetic words - because Lord knew, as much as he considered and pondered and deliberated over every SINGLE word he wrote to her, thinking of something suitable to say in the moment was not his strong suit.

Or perhaps he could have greeted her with some flowers. After all, he certainly knew his flowers. Surely he’d have been able to impress her with some beautiful blooms from the greenhouse.

Instead, she’d appeared at his door, like a dream, and he’d mucked everything up."

Oh my goodness!! And then the twins pull their prank - and Graham is aghast, but also struggling not to laugh at Ruby all covered in flour. It was such a delightful little scene! Not to mention when Ruby gets Ava back (and leaves Nicholas sweating over what will happen when it's his turn... ;) Graham is rather in awe of her ingenuity, I do believe!

His thoughts about the end, about her giving him more time and another chance, and his hopes that she may somehow be able to begin setting things right.... Well, it got me right in the heart!

So well done, K!!! And now, on to this week's addition - as soon as I get a chance!!! I cannot wait!!!

To Sir Graham, With Love Ch. 2

And we're back!! Thank you all so much for your response to this fic! I hope you enjoy today's chapter!!

Thank you again to @jrob64 and @whimsicallyenchantedrose for their betaing expertise and to @motherkatereloyshipper for her BEAUTIFUL artwork above! Please go give her lots of love!!

And happy birthday again to @snowbellewells for whom this fic was written!! I'm so glad you're loving it so much, my friend!!!

Ch Summary: After Ruby and Graham's most inauspicious first meeting, Ruby gets to know the twins and their father just a little bit better.

Rating: M (for smut in later chs and mentions of physical abuse)

Words: Almost 7800 of approx 68k

Tags: Red Hunter Fic, Birthday Fic, Inspired by Eloise Bridgerton's Story, Smut

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Ch. 2

… you will see why I could not accept his suit. He was too churlish by half and positively possessed of a foul temper. I should like to marry someone gracious and considerate, who treats me like a queen. Surely that is not too much to ask.

– from Ruby Jones to her dearest friend Mary Margaret Blanchard, sent by messenger after Ruby received her first proposal of marriage

~*~*~*~*~*~*~

By the time Ruby awoke after her most excellent, if somewhat lonely, breakfast, she was nearly convinced that she’d made quite a dreadful mistake in coming to Romney Hall.

Even in her utter exhaustion, she hadn’t been able to find any respite from her tumultuous thoughts, leaving her tossing and turning for quite some time before falling into an equally restless sleep. Finally waking, only the edge of her exhaustion had been assuaged.

But nearly convinced and completely convinced were two very different things, and she couldn’t bring herself to say that it was definitely a mistake coming here, because the only thing Ruby hated more than actually making a mistake, was the admittance of such.

And so Ruby was trying to maintain the stiff upper lip and not lose hope that everything might still work out in the end.

She’d been completely stunned when Sir Graham left her alone in the drawing room with no more than an enjoy your breakfast. She didn’t expect him to immediately fall to his knees and declare his everlasting love and devotion, but she didn’t think it out of the realm of possibility to expect a more congenial host, even if she had arrived unannounced and unexpected.

Or maybe she had expected him to fall in love with her at first sight. Or at least a tiny corner of her heart had expected it. She’d built up this elaborate dream in her mind of Sir Graham - a dream she now knew to be completely untrue. She’d made for herself a perfect man and was devastated now to realize that not only was he not perfect, he was, quite frankly, abysmal!

And the worst part was, Ruby had only herself to blame. Sir Graham had never misrepresented himself in his letters - not informing her that he was a father aside, especially before proposing marriage - but that hadn’t stopped her from dreaming. 

And that’s all they were. Just dreams. Wishful illusions. All in her own mind. She’d been expecting something that didn’t exist.

And she was certainly old enough to have known better.

He was not a good father. And that was about as black a mark as one could have in her book. No, actually, she wasn’t being fair to Sir Graham. She couldn’t judge his abilities as a father after observing a single interaction between himself and his children. They appeared to be in good health nor did they look to be mistreated in any way, though it was clear that he didn’t know how to handle them.

He clearly didn’t know what to do with them. They’d practically begged him to spend some time with them. Any child receiving adequate attention from their parents would never have behaved in such a way. Ruby and her siblings had spent half their childhoods trying to avoid their parents - the better to engage in various forms of mischief. 

Her own father had been splendid. She’d only been seven years old when he’d died, but she remembered him well - from the stories he would spin at bedtime, to hiking the hills of Kent, sometimes with all her siblings in tow, other times just him and her alone, for some special time with Father.

It was clear to Ruby that if she hadn’t suggested he go to them, he would have completely ignored them. Or rather, left them for someone else to handle. And trying to avoid one’s children? Ruby did not approve of that. At all.

She must get up before her swirling thoughts and tumultuous emotions cracked through her facade in the form of not just tears, but true, bone-deep, body-shaking sobs. She walked over to the window and wrenched it open. It was still slightly drizzling, but she needed the fresh air desperately.

She could see his greenhouse from her room. What kind of man preferred surrounding himself with plants rather than people? Certainly not someone interested in fine conversation. Ruby sighed. She’d spent her entire life looking for fine conversation. And if he was such a hermit, why did he invite her in the first place?

She needed to get out of this room. No one had appeared to inform her of lunch or any other plans that might extend to her as a houseguest, and if she stayed here a moment longer, she was likely to cry herself into oblivion, which was something she wanted to avoid at all costs.

Perhaps she could explore the house a bit. And find some food as well. It had been many hours since breakfast, if her rumbling stomach told her anything. She changed clothes, putting on a dress of green muslin that perfectly matched her eyes, but was, more importantly, easy to get on and off without a lady’s maid to assist.

She stepped out into the hall, only to meet the Humbert twins, who looked as if they’d been waiting for hours.

“Good afternoon,” Ruby greeted them, waiting for them to get to their feet. “How nice of you to greet me.”

“We’re not here to greet you,” Ava blurted out, Nicholas elbowing her in the ribs.

“You’re not?” Ruby asked, trying to sound surprised. “Are you here, then, to show me to the dining room? I’m quite hungry, I must say.”

“No,” Nicholas said, crossing his arms.

“Not even that?” she mused. “Let me see then… Perhaps you’ve come to show me your room and all your toys.”

“No,” they said in unison.

“Then it must be to take me on a tour of the house,” Ruby said, feigning delight. “It is quite large and I might lose my way.”

“No.”

“No? You wouldn’t want me to lose my way, would you?” she asked, diplomatically.

“No,” Ava answered. “I mean, yes!”

“You want me to lose my way?” Ava nodded, while Nicholas tightened his arms across his chest, staring at her belligerently.

“I see,” Ruby said. “But that doesn’t explain your presence outside my door. I’m not likely to get lost while in your company.” They stared at her, speechless for a moment. “You do know your way around the house, do you not?”

“Of course,” Nicholas grunted, immediately followed by Ava’s “We’re not babies.”

“Oh, I can clearly see that,” Ruby replied. “And besides, babies wouldn’t be allowed to wait outside my chamber door for hours.” She paused for a moment, looking between them. “Does your father know you’re here?”

“He’s busy.”

“Very busy.”

“He’s a very busy man.”

“Much too busy for you.”

Ruby watched and listened to the twins in their rapid fire back and forth, nearly falling over themselves in their efforts to tell her how busy Sir Graham was.

“So what you’re telling me,” Ruby said with a slow nod of understanding, “is that your father is busy.”

They stared at her, stunned speechless for a moment by her calm retelling of the facts. Then they both nodded.

“But that still doesn’t explain your presence,” Ruby repeated, “because I don’t think your father sent you here in his stead…” She turned a speculative eye on them, until they both shook their heads. “Unless… I know! You’re here to tell me you have magical powers and can predict the weather.”

“No,” they said, but Ruby heard a giggle.

“No?” she asked, turning toward the window, “That’s a shame, because this constant drizzle is miserable, don’t you agree?”

“No,” Ava said, forcefully. “Father likes the rain. And so do we.”

“Really?” Ruby mused. “How very odd.”

“No, it’s not!” Nicholas exclaimed, scrambling to his feet in a defensive posture. “Father isn’t odd. He’s perfect. Don’t say mean things about him!”

Ruby was quite taken aback at the vehemence of Nicholas’ words. She couldn’t help but wonder what exactly their expectations were. At first, she thought they sought to drive her out. Given their past behavior with their poor beleaguered former governesses - passed along to Ruby by their housekeeper - it wasn’t a large leap of logic to assume such. But if they knew their father’s objective in inviting her here, and wanted no part of a stepmother, wouldn’t they be trying to prove how unsuitable he was as a marriage candidate rather than singing his praises?

Ruby knelt before the children. “I assure you, Nicholas, Ava,” she began, looking each of them in the eye as she addressed them, “I harbor no ill will toward your father, or either of you.”

“If you make Father sad, I’ll… I’ll…”

Ruby’s heart went out to Nicholas as he struggled and failed to find words to express himself, his face growing red in his frustration.

“Nicholas,” she said, catching his gaze again. “I promise you, I am not here to make your father sad.” He said nothing, the muscles in his throat still working, betraying his agitation. “Ava?” she asked, turning her eyes on the girl beside him.

“You need to go,” she blurted out, her own arms crossed over her chest like her brother’s. “We don’t want you here.”

“Well, I’m not going anywhere for at least a week,” she informed them, keeping her voice firm. They obviously needed sympathy. And love. But they also desperately needed some discipline and a clear understanding of who was in charge.

And then, out of nowhere, Nicholas charged forward and pushed her hard. Her balance was precarious - crouched as she was before them - so he’d barely had to touch her for her to fall to her bottom, most inelegantly.

“Well,” she declared, standing to her feet and looking sternly down at the equal parts surprised yet terrified children. They stared at her, their eyes wide and unblinking, as if they were as taken aback as she was that one of them had the temerity to actually push her. “That,” Ruby continued, “was inadvisable.”

“Are you going to hit us?” Nicholas’ voice was defiant, but underneath Ruby could detect a tinge of fear, as if someone had hit them before.

“Of course not,” she declared. “I’d never strike a child.” They both looked rather relieved at her statement. “But may I remind you,” she continued, “that you struck me first.”

“I pushed you,” Nicholas insisted. 

Ruby pressed her lips into a thin line. She should have seen that one coming. “If you do not wish to be struck, you should abide by the same principle.”

“The Golden Rule,” Ava piped up.

Ruby nodded. “Precisely.”

“But that means you should go home,” Ava asserted.

Ruby turned a puzzled face on the child before her, wondering what leap of logic Ava had taken to form that conclusion.

“We’re home,” Ava said, her countenance supercilious as only an eight year old could be. “So you should go home. We didn’t come to your house, so you shouldn’t come to ours. Do unto others as you would have them do unto you,” she added with a decisive nod.

Ruby had to admit, she was rather impressed. “You are quite clever, Ava.” Ava looked as if she wanted to smile at the compliment, but wasn’t sure she could trust it. Ruby crouched down again before them. “But you should know,” she began, catching both of their eyes in turn, “that I am very clever, too.”

They stared at her with their large eyes, their jaws somewhat slack as they regarded this person who was quite clearly different from any other adult they’d ever met.

“Do we understand each other?” Ruby asked, rising to her feet again and smoothing down the front of her dress as she waited for them to speak. When nothing was forthcoming, she decided to answer for them. “Good. Now, would you kindly show me to the dining room? I’m quite famished.”

“We have lessons,” Nicholas asserted, Ava nodding beside him.

“Oh, I see,” Ruby replied. “Well you should return to them at once. Spending so much time down here waiting for me, you must have fallen far behind.”

“How did you know…” Ava’s question was cut off suddenly by Nicholas elbowing her in the ribs.

“I have seven brothers and sisters,” she replied, deciding Ava’s question deserved to be answered, even if her brother hadn’t allowed her to fully ask it. “There isn’t much about this type of warfare that I don’t already know.”

Ruby smirked as the twins scampered down the hall, but then bit her lip in apprehension once they were out of sight. She probably shouldn’t have ended the conversation with such a challenge. She’d practically dared the twins to try and find a way to get her to leave. And while she had no doubt they wouldn’t succeed - she was a Jones, after all, and made of far sterner stuff than these two even knew existed - she didn’t relish being subject to the type of things they would most assuredly throw at her, figuratively, of course. Eels in the bed, jam in chairs, salt in the sugar bowl - she’d endured it all at one time or another, and wasn’t looking forward to a repeat performance. And certainly not by a pair of children two decades her junior.

She sighed, turning toward the stairs. She should probably get about the business of seeing if she and Sir Graham would suit. If she truly was leaving in a week or two, never to see the Humberts again, she really didn’t want to face mice, spiders, and other such creatures at the hands of the children. Her stomach rumbled. It was definitely time to find something to eat, before the twins figured out how to poison her food.

~*~*~

Graham knew he had blundered badly. But blast the woman, she’d given him no warning. No time to prepare himself with a few poetic words - because Lord knew, as much as he considered and pondered and deliberated over every SINGLE word he wrote to her, thinking of something suitable to say in the moment was not his strong suit. 

Or perhaps he could have greeted her with some flowers. After all, he certainly knew his flowers. Surely he’d have been able to impress her with some beautiful blooms from the greenhouse.

Instead, she’d appeared at his door, like a dream, and he’d mucked everything up. 

And it didn’t help that she was the total opposite of what he expected. 

She was a twenty-eight year old spinster, for heaven’s sake! She was supposed to be unattractive and desperate. More than willing to accept his offer of matrimony and become a desperately needed mother to his children. 

But she wasn’t. 

She was the most exquisite creature he’d ever seen in his life - tall and thin, with just the right amount of curves in all the right places. Just the thought of touching her was making his pants feel tight. Long, dark brown hair - he wasn’t sure exactly how long, done up as it was in an elegant coiffure - framed her alabaster skin and her wide green eyes and full red lips drew his mind in directions it really had no business going at this stage of their relationship.

There was absolutely no hope. She was beautiful, supremely self-confident - she wouldn’t have shown up unannounced otherwise - vivacious, obviously intelligent. There was no way under heaven she’d agree to tie herself to someone like him - a gentleman severely lacking in the social graces she must be accustomed to, and a terrible father to boot. Not to mention how remote and isolated the estate was. She was used to London society, having friends, and enjoying social outings. All of which were in very short supply in this, the furthest corner of Gloucestershire.

It was utterly useless to even try. He absolutely shouldn’t get his hopes up.

Damn! Now he was going to have to court someone else. No, actually, he was going to have to find someone else to court. All of the unmarried ladies in the vicinity knew of the twins and none were willing to take them on. He’d pinned all his hopes on Miss Jones, and now it appeared he would have to give up on her as well.

He’d been rude to her this morning, and there was no excuse for it. It wasn’t her fault he couldn’t manage his own children or that this particular failing always put him in a foul mood.

He placed the last pot containing the seedlings he’d spent the morning transplanting on the shelf and dunked his hands in the bucket already filled with muddy water to rinse them. Then he dried them on the towel hanging by the door.

As long as she was here, he might as well try. Only a fool would ignore Miss Jones, or send her away, without so much as a single conversation to try and determine their suitability. 

It was unlikely she would stay, but not impossible. 

He hoped.

He stepped out into the drizzle and made his way to the house, all the while formulating his plans. He was a complete mess - as he always was when working in the greenhouse - and while the servants were used to seeing him in such a state, Miss Jones was not. He’d use the side entrance into the kitchen and clean himself up, before coming to her room and inviting her to join him for lunch.

“Miss Jones!” he exclaimed in surprise the moment he entered the kitchen. She was perched on a stool at a small table, about to take a bite of a large ham sandwich. “What are you doing here?”

“Sir Graham,” she acknowledged before taking a bite.

“You shouldn’t be eating in the kitchen,” he asserted, scowling simply because he’d intended to clean himself up before finding her, and here she was catching him in a mess anyway.

“And why not?” she asked, looking honestly puzzled. “I was hungry and looking for company, and this seemed the best place to find both.”

He couldn’t tell if that was a reference to his absence this morning or not, but her green eyes were perfectly clear and free of artifice, so he let it go. 

“I was planning on cleaning up a bit and then inviting you to share lunch,” he said.

Miss Jones climbed down off the stool. “I’d be happy to remove myself to the breakfast room to join you for a meal. I’d only just started.” She looked toward the cook with a bright smile on her face and Graham caught his breath. “I’m sure Mrs. Smith wouldn’t mind making you a sandwich. This one is delicious.”

“Of course not, my lady,” Mrs. Smith agreed. Graham simply gaped at the cook. It was the friendliest tone of voice he’d ever heard from the crotchety old woman.

Ruby turned her bright smile on him, and Graham was helpless to do anything but return it. “Shall we?” she asked. “I have no objections to your attire.”

A few minutes later, they were seated in the breakfast room, devouring delicious ham sandwiches, and Graham was enjoying a perfectly prepared - by Miss Jones, of course - cup of tea.

“I met your children earlier,” she said, lifting her own cup to her lips.

“Yes, I was there,” he reminded her. He was quite pleased she had initiated the conversation, since he probably would have botched it completely, as he had this morning.

“No,” she corrected, “after that.”

Graham frowned in question. 

“They were waiting for me,” she informed him. “Outside my bedchamber door.”

Graham’s insides began to feel decidedly unwell and his thoughts began to swirl. Waiting for her with what? A bag of live frogs? A bag of dead frogs? The twins had never been kind to their governesses and he didn’t expect them to be any better with a female visitor who was obviously there as a potential stepmother.

He took a sip of his tea to try and stave off whatever mutiny his stomach was planning. “I see you survived the encounter…”

“But of course,” she agreed, a sly smile upon her lips. “We have reached an understanding. Of sorts.”

“I see.”

“You needn’t worry about me,” she assured him.

He raised an eyebrow in question. “Should I worry about my children?”

“Oh, no,” she said, waving aside his concern.

He took another bite of his excellent sandwich before speaking again. “I must apologize for my behavior this morning. I was rude and it was inexcusable.”

She nodded in acceptance of his apology. “And I apologize for arriving without sending notice first. It was quite ill-bred of me.”

“But where you had already apologized - twice, if I’m not mistaken - I had not,” he insisted.

She smiled - a small, but genuine, thing - and Graham caught his breath. Good God above. In all the time he’d been corresponding with her, he’d never imagined that she’d take his breath away.

“Thank you,” she murmured, a light blush on her cheeks. “I accept your apology.”

Graham cleared his throat and fidgeted in his seat, slightly uneasy in the face of her acceptance. What was wrong with him, that he was more uncomfortable with her smiles than with her frowns?

“Right, then,” he began, then cleared his throat, trying to get rid of the gruffness in his voice. “Now that we have that out of the way, perhaps we should talk about the reason you are here.”

Her mouth formed a small O of surprise, perhaps not expecting him to be quite so direct.

“You were interested in marriage.”

Graham nodded. “Are you?” he countered.

Her eyes widened. “I’m here,” she said simply.

He scrutinized her closely, not saying anything for quite a bit longer than necessary.

“You are not what I expected, Miss Jones,” he informed her finally.

“Under the circumstances, I believe it would not be inappropriate for you to use my given name,” she replied, “And you are not what I expected, either.”

He sat back in his seat, feeling slightly amused at her rejoinder. “And what did you expect?”

“What did you expect?” she shot back.

“I did not expect you to be so pretty.” 

The simple statement of fact, without any flirtation or shades of hidden meaning, made Ruby’s heart flutter. She wasn’t completely unattractive, she knew that, but she’d been looking far from her best this morning when she arrived, and even if she had been looking her best, men had never been struck dumb by her looks. They tended to see her more as a friend than a potential wife. So the unexpected compliment made her cheeks flush as she looked down at her half-eaten sandwich.

“I… ah…” she stammered, making her cheeks redden all the more. “Thank you.”

He nodded graciously.

She shrugged a shoulder, still not meeting his eyes. “I don’t know why my appearance would have been a surprise to you…” She trailed away, thoroughly annoyed at herself for her response to his sincere compliment. It was as if she’d never received a compliment before. But he was just sitting there, looking at her… staring at her…

She shivered.

Was it possible to shiver due to being too hot?

“You yourself wrote that you were a spinster,” he reminded her. “There must be some reason why you’ve never married.”

Ruby’s head snapped up at that statement. “It wasn’t because I hadn’t received any offers,” she rushed to assure him.

“Of that, I have no doubt,” he replied, nodding slightly in her direction. “But I cannot help but be curious as to why a woman like you would be compelled to resort to… someone…” He cleared his throat and looked down at his own sandwich, “like me…”

Ruby’s eyes narrowed as she looked, really looked, at him. He was definitely handsome, in a boyish sort of way, his sandy-colored curls making her fingers itch to run through them. His beard was neatly trimmed and he was tall, lean, and firmly muscled. His hands and arms were quite beautiful, tanned, with long fingers that she imagined digging in the dirt, nurturing his beloved plants. Then her thoughts turned in a different direction altogether, imagining those beautiful hands on her body, making her shiver involuntarily again.

It made her wonder why he felt the need to resort to her.

“I am here,” she began, finally remembering that he’d asked her a question, “because after refusing several offers of marriage…” She had no idea why she felt compelled to emphasize the fact that she’d had many suitors over the years… “I still desired to have a husband. Your letters seemed to indicate that you’d make a good candidate and it seemed foolish to ignore your kind invitation to see if we would make a good match.”

“I see.”

“But what about you?” she asked. “I can discern no reason why you’d feel compelled to seek me out for marriage. Are there not eligible ladies here in Gloucestershire?”

Graham simply stared at her, his mouth hanging open slightly in shock. Perhaps she wasn’t as intelligent as he thought. Surely she must be joking.

He cleared his throat before speaking. “Um… you’ve met my children. Twice. You said so yourself.”

“Yes.” Her eyes were wide and honest, but as his words sunk in, they widened even more in realization. “You don’t mean…”

Graham nodded grimly. “The eligible ladies of the region have no interest in becoming step-mother to two children who are so badly behaved.”

“Pfft,” Ruby said, waving a regal hand in dismissal. “They aren’t that bad.”

“They need a mother.”

Her raised eyebrow at his statement told him he was trying her patience. “Yes, I can see that, but surely you can come up with something slightly more romantic to convince me to be your wife.”

Graham sighed and ran his fingers through his hair in agitation. “Miss Jones,” he began, then remembered her earlier statement about using her given name, “Ruby, I will be frank with you.” She nodded sharply in encouragement. “Because I have neither the time nor patience to try and woo you with pretty words or romantic declarations. I need a wife. My children need a mother. I invited you here to see if you’d be willing to assume such a role, and to see if you and I would suit.”

“Which one?” she asked, softly.

Graham cocked his head to the side in question. “Which one, what?”

“Which one do you want?” she repeated. “A wife? Or a mother?”

“Both,” he said, still wondering where she was going with this line of inquiry. “I should think that would be obvious.”

“Which one do you want more?” Her voice was still soft and Graham stared at her intently, fully aware that this was a very important question. Important enough perhaps that his answer could very well determine whether this unusual courtship would continue or not. 

Finally, he answered with a shrug of his shoulders. “I’m sorry, but I really don’t know how to separate the two.”

“I see,” she murmured. “I expect you are right.” 

By some miracle, he hadn’t given the wrong answer to her question. He didn’t know whether she would consent to become Lady Humbert or not, but he did realize now that he’d be given the opportunity to try to win the fair Ruby Jones, and that was all he could really ask for.

~*~*~

Graham smiled to himself as he approached the stairway, very nearly giddy with delight at the change a life could take in just a matter of hours. He’d spent the entire afternoon in the company of Miss Jones - no, Ruby, he reminded himself - and he was now quite sure she’d make an excellent wife. And with all the nieces and nephews she told him about, she would surely know how to handle Nicholas and Ava. And besides all that, she was quite lovely. More than once this afternoon, he’d caught himself thinking about touching her, kissing her, and how she might respond in his arms. It had his pants tightening at the thought.

He checked his pocket watch when he reached the bottom of the stairs. He’d told Ruby that supper was at seven and he’d meet her outside her door to escort her down to the dining room.

Three minutes to the hour. Perfect. He’d arrive at her door with one minute to spare. He smiled, thinking about Ruby in an evening gown. He hoped it was green to match her eyes. She’d look lovely in green. A smirk touched his lips. She’d look lovely in nothing at all.

Except, when he found her outside her bedchamber door, she looked more like a ghost than an elegantly dressed woman. 

Bloody hell!

“Nicholas!” he bellowed. “Ava!”

“Oh, don’t bother,” she snapped at him, “They are long gone.” Her eyes were furious. And the only part of her not covered in a thick layer of flour.

“Miss Jones,” he began, reaching out to try and help her, before realizing what a futile gesture it was, “I cannot begin…”

“Do not apologize for them,” she snapped again.

“Right,” he agreed. “Of course. But I promise you…” His words trailed off, the silent glare on her countenance enough to silence Napoleon himself.

“Sir Graham,” she said through clenched teeth. “As you can clearly see, I am not ready for supper.” Graham took a self-preservational step backward, the look in her eye suggesting that she may yet launch herself at him in a furious frenzy.

“I gather the twins paid you a visit.”

“Oh, yes,” she agreed, sarcasm dripping from every syllable. “And then scampered away, the little cowards.”

“Well, they wouldn’t be far,” he observed, deciding to overlook the well-deserved insult to his progeny. “Wanting to see the results of their…” 

Ruby coughed, sending up another swirl of flour.

“I don’t suppose you heard any laughter when the bucket came down?” he asked. “Cackling perhaps?” She glared at him. “Right.” He winced in apology. “Sorry.”

“I heard nothing but the bucket hitting my head,” she informed him furiously, looking to the side where he could see the offensive object on the floor, with a small amount of flour still inside.

“Are you hurt?” he asked. She shook her head. He reached out and took her head in his hands, running his fingers along her temples and around her hairline, searching for a welt.

“Sir Graham!” she cried, her hands grabbing futility at his forearms. “I must insist…”

“Hold still,” he commanded sternly. He was gratified when she obeyed and continued his search. His actions were rather intimate and it brought him immense satisfaction. She was the perfect height next to him and if she’d been clean, he wasn’t sure he would have been able to stop himself from kissing her brow.

“I’m fine,” she insisted, wrenching herself from his grasp. “The flour weighed more than the bucket.” He looked down and picked it up, weighing it in his hands. She was right. The flour surely weighed more than it did, but that didn’t mean he’d want it bashing him in the head, filled or not.

“I assume you’d like a bath,” he murmured.

Her reply was muttered under her breath, so he wasn’t exactly sure of her words. But it sounded like she said, “I’d like to get my hands on the little cretins.” If he was right, he didn’t blame her at all.

“I’ll have one drawn for you.”

“Don’t bother,” she said. “The water from my last bath is still in the tub.”

Graham sighed. The timing of his children was right on the spot. “I’ll… just… have a few buckets added to warm it back up.” She glared at him and he winced at his poor choice of words. “I’ll just go do that now.”

“Yes, please,” she gritted out.

He strode down the hall to find a maid and when he turned the corner, his mouth dropped open at the sight that met his eyes. A half dozen servants were loitering about making bets on how long the twins would last before Graham tanned their hides.

Once he gave the order and the servants disbursed to their duties, he returned to Ruby’s side. He was now dusted with flour as well, so he gently took her hand.

“I am terribly sorry,” he said, now trying not to laugh. When it had first happened, he’d been furious. But now, well, she did look rather ridiculous.

She glared at him, clearly sensing his change in mood. He quickly adopted a more sober countenance.

“Perhaps you should return to your room?” he suggested.

“And sit where?” she snapped.

She did have a point. She couldn’t sit anywhere without potentially ruining the fabric on which she sat. Or at least ensure that it would need a thorough cleaning.

“Well, I’ll just keep you company then.” He tried to inject a tone of joviality into his voice, but wasn’t sure he succeeded. The look she gave him confirmed his speculations. He looked up at the door behind them. “You have to admire their ingenuity,” he observed. “I wonder how they did it?”

The look on her face was decidedly incredulous. “Are you joking?” she asked. “They opened the door just a crack and then balanced the bucket on top of it.”

Now it was his turn to look at her with surprise. “I beg your pardon?”

She rolled her eyes in annoyance. “I have seven brothers and sisters. Do you really think I’ve never seen this prank before?”

“I will see to punishing the twins,” he assured her.

“No, don’t,” she insisted, surprising him immensely. “Leave them to me.” His eyebrows rose nearly to his hairline. He wasn’t sure what to make of her tone of voice.

“What, precisely, do you plan to do with them?” he asked.

“With them?” she replied, “Or to them?”

With God as his witness, he never thought he’d see the day that he’d be frightened of a woman. But that day had most assuredly arrived. The look in her eyes was decidedly diabolical.

“Miss Jones,” he said, tilting his head in question. “I must ask. What do you intend to do to my children?”

Her eyes narrowed slightly. “I’m pondering my options.”

He considered that. “May I depend on them still being alive tomorrow morning?”

“Oh, yes, of course,” she assured him. “And with all their limbs intact.”

Graham stared at her for several long moments. Finally he smiled. He had a feeling that whatever revenge Miss Ruby Jones concocted for his offspring would be exactly what they needed. With seven brothers and sisters, he had no doubt that Ruby would come up the most sly, underhanded, and cunning vengeance. 

“Very well, Miss Jones,” he said. “They are in your hands. I will instruct the cook to keep supper warm for you.” Then he turned on his heel and departed.

An hour later, Graham and Ruby had just been served their meal when the screaming began. Graham actually dropped his spoon. Ava’s shrieks had a more terrified inflection than normal.

Ruby didn’t even blink as she took a sip of her soup. “She’s fine,” she assured him.

Graham half rose from his chair at the sound of thundering footsteps overhead, signaling Ava running for the stairs. “Perhaps I should…”

“I put a fish in her bed,” Ruby informed him calmly. She wasn’t quite smiling, though she did look rather pleased with herself.

“A fish?” he parroted.

“Very well,” she said with a slightly put upon sigh, “it was a rather large fish.”

The tadpole in his mind, quickly grew to a toothy shark. “Where ever did you get a fish?”

“From Mrs. Smith,” she said matter of factly.

He forced himself to sit back down. He wasn’t going to run to save Ava. She’d be down here momentarily anyway. He may have wanted to - he did possess a modicum of paternal instinct, after all, and she was shrieking as if the fires of hell were licking at her heels - but his daughter had made her bed, and now she would have to lie in the one Miss Jones had stunk up for her.

“What did you put in Nicholas’ bed?” he asked mildly.

“Nothing.”

He quirked a brow at her answer.

“It will keep him in suspense.”

The cool inflection to her voice had his eyebrows raising in intrigue. He cocked his head toward her in salute. She was good.

“They’ll retaliate, of course,” he felt duty bound to warn her.

“I’ll be ready.” She sounded utterly unconcerned, and Graham was thoroughly impressed. She took another spoonful of her soup, and then her clear, green gaze settled on him. “I suppose they know you’ve invited me here for the purpose of asking me to be your wife.”

“I never said anything to them,” he answered, honestly. 

“Why does that not surprise me,” she murmured under her breath.

“I don’t feel the need to keep my eight-year-old children apprised of all the happenings in my personal life.”

The tiny frown and matching shrug she sent him angered him for some reason.

“Miss Jones,” he said, testily, “I don’t need your advice on how to raise my children.”

The look she sent him was equal parts surprise and disdain, and that angered him even more.

“I didn’t say a word about the subject,” she replied. “But the fact that you yourself have said that they need a mother, suggests that you do indeed want help with them.”

“Until you agree to take on the role,” he bit out, “you may keep your opinions to yourself.”

She sent him an unamused glare and turned her attention back to her soup. She’d taken only one more bite when she looked back at him defiantly and spoke. 

“They need discipline.”

“Don’t you think I know that?”

“They also need love.”

“They get love,” he muttered.

“And attention.”

“They get that, too.”

“From you.”

Graham might be fully aware that he was a miserable father, but hearing it from someone else’s lips - hearing it from her lips - wasn’t to be borne. 

“And you’ve deduced their state of shameful neglect in the twelve hours since your arrival here?”

She snorted in disdain. “It doesn’t take a genius, nor twelve hours, to see that they are desperate to spend time with you! They begged you this morning to spend just a few hours with them.”

“They did nothing of the sort.” Graham could feel the flush rising on his face. The way it always did when he was lying.

Ruby snapped her mouth shut and inhaled deeply before standing abruptly. 

“Since I clearly have no understanding of the obviously loving relationship you have with your children,” she said sarcastically, “I’ll just return to London.” 

“Wait!” Graham pleaded, rising and going after her. Damn! How had it come to this so quickly? An hour ago, he’d been convinced she’d make a wonderful mother and that she’d accept the role, and now, she was leaving. “Please,” he said, holding out his hand. “I’m sorry. Truly.” Nothing turned his temper more quickly than his children. Or more precisely, the discussion thereof. Or even more precisely, the discussion of his failure as a father. “Please, don’t go.”

Her gaze settled on his outstretched hand and then moved up to his face, her own countenance pensive. “I’ll not be treated like an imbecile.”

“Miss Jones, if there’s one thing I’ve learned about you in the last twelve hours,” he acknowledged, repeating his earlier words on purpose, “it’s that you are no imbecile.”

She considered him for another moment and then gently placed her hand in his outstretched one.

“At the very least,” he said, trying for an upbeat tone and not sound like a pathetic beggar, “you must stay until Ava arrives.” Her brows rose in surprise. “Savor your victory, you know,” he continued, “I know I would.”

He led her back to her seat, but scarcely a minute later, Ava came shrieking into the room, followed by her huffing and puffing nurse. 

“Father!” she cried, throwing herself onto his lap.

Graham held her as best he could, albeit rather reluctantly. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d held one of his children, and he’d truly forgotten how to do it. 

“What’s all this?” he asked, patting her on the back awkwardly.

Ava pulled back from where she’d buried her face in his neck, tears still streaming down her flushed cheeks, and forcefully pointed a small trembling finger - as if identifying the most foul creature imaginable - straight at Ruby.

“It’s her!” she all but hissed.

“Miss Jones?” Graham asked, rather proud of himself for interjecting just enough disbelief as to catch Ava off guard.

“She put a fish in my bed!” Her voice pitched higher and higher until Graham was sure the windows must be near shattering.

“And you dumped flour on her head,” he said mildly. “I’d say you’re even.”

Ava’s eyes widened almost comically and Graham simply regarded her as her mouth opened and closed repeatedly, nothing yet coming out.

“B- but,” she finally stammered, “you’re my father! Aren’t you going to do something? You’re supposed to take my side!”

“When you’re in the right,” he agreed. “Otherwise…” He tilted his head in question at her.

“It was a fish!” she sobbed pitifully. 

“So I smell,” he informed her. “You’ll be wanting a bath, I suppose.”

“I don’t want a bath!” she wailed. “I want you to punish her!” Out came the furious finger again.

Graham smiled at Ruby, quite pleased with how this was going. He felt no need to snap at Ava or to avoid the issue altogether by banishing her to her room. Maybe it was Ruby’s calm presence, but whatever it was, he was most thankful for it.

“She’s rather grown up to be punished, don’t you think?” he asked.

Ava stared at him, jaw hanging open in shock, in horrified disbelief. “I want you to send her away, right now!” she shouted.

At that, Graham set her down on her feet and looked sternly at her. “I will not be sending Miss Jones away, Ava,” he informed her. “I invited her, which makes her my guest, not yours, and she will stay as long as I wish her to. Or as long as she wishes.”

Ava’s eyes narrowed, her entire face scrunched in thought.

“Which does not mean,” he continued, “that you can try to find a way to force her to leave.”

“But…”

“No buts.”

“But…”

“What did I just say?”

“But she’s mean!”

“I think she’s very clever,” he said, smiling at Ruby. “Now, go to your room.”

“But it smells!”

Graham shrugged, still not taking his eyes off of Ruby. “You have only yourself to blame.”

“But my bed…”

“You’ll have to sleep on the floor,” he informed her.

She finally turned toward the door, face - well, her entire body, truth be told - quivering, taking slow and halting steps, her nurse right behind her. 

“But,” she said, turning toward him just before reaching the door. “She didn’t punish Nicholas.” Her voice was nearly a whisper. “That wasn’t very fair of her. The flour was his idea.” At Graham’s skeptical raised eyebrow, Ava continued. “Well, it wasn’t only my idea. We thought it up together.”

Graham chuckled. “I wouldn’t worry about Nicholas.” He glanced at Ruby, who raised her own eyebrow at him. “On second thought, maybe you should. I expect Miss Jones has plans for him yet.”

Ava’s face looked somewhat satisfied at that bit of information. “Goodnight, Father.”

Once she was gone, Graham turned his attention to his soup, feeling almost giddy. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d had a run-in with one of the twins in which he came out of the encounter without feeling like he’d just gone ten rounds in a ring and lost. He looked over at Ruby, who appeared perfectly calm.

“Poor Nicholas will be quaking in his boots.”

Ruby looked like she was trying hard not to grin. “He won’t sleep tonight.”

“Not a wink, I should expect,” he agreed. “You should watch your step, though. He’s liable to put some sort of trap outside his door.”

“Oh, I have no plans to torture Nicholas this evening,” she assured him. “That’d be far too easy to predict. I prefer the element of surprise.”

“Yes,” Graham chuckled. “I do not doubt that at all.”

Ruby looked at him smugly. “I’d almost consider allowing him to writhe in tortured expectation indefinitely,” she said, her eyes gleaming, “except it really wouldn’t be fair to Ava.”

Graham shuddered. “I hate fish.”

“Yes, I know,” she replied. “You told me in one of your letters.”

“I did?”

She nodded. “Odd that Mrs. Smith would have one then, but I guess the servants like it.”

They descended into silence, but it wasn’t awkward in any way. Not as hard as it had been with Jacinda. Throughout their marriage, Graham had felt as if he was walking on eggshells around his wife, never knowing when she would descend into one of her moods. When Jacinda was alive, his burdens about the children had been his alone. Jacinda herself had been a burden, and he was still wrestling with the guilt he carried for the relief he felt that she was gone. 

But looking across the table at Ruby… maybe this was the way marriage was supposed to be. Easy, comfortable, companionable. Just enjoying each other’s company. As they worked their way through course after course, talking about everything and nothing at the same time, Graham realized what a remarkable woman Ruby Jones truly was.

She was quite the loveliest woman he’d ever seen, with gorgeous, thick brown hair and eyes sparkling with intelligence and just a hint of mischief. And with a body that he could imagine in all sorts of ways. But it was who she was inside that truly intrigued him. He was starting to realize she was exactly what he needed. She was smart, opinionated, bossy. Generally not the characteristics one looked for in a wife, but ones which Graham knew would be necessary if she was to turn things around here at Romney Hall. Nothing was right - from the house, to the children, to the pall that hung over everyone who lived and worked here since before Jacinda died and sadly hadn’t dissipated a whit since. He’d gladly cede his husbandly power to Ruby if only she’d make everything right again. 

But would she?

God, he hoped so.

~*~*~

Thank you for reading and sharing!! I'd love to hear what you think!

[writer-akihiko]

so mc running away i love it the angst 👌 so if its alright can you the same but with the dorm leaders?(pls do a good ending my poor heart cannot take it-༎ຶ‿༎ຶ)

Dorm Leaders + MC Running Away

So I apologise for the lack of happy endings, if you want to call it that. The scenarios turned out much more different than the First Years probably because of the power gap I had in mind. Also, for anyone wondering, the Vice Dorm Leaders will have a shot of saving you next! When I get to it... Cut for length. Also please help to share because I limited the tags!

Warnings: Character Death [Not you or the main boy], mentions of abuse and emotional manipulation [On the Reader] and violent actions [The Dorm Leaders]

"I'm not going back."

"Wh... What?" He was astonished. "YN... I've looked far and wide for you- please-"

No words left his mouth as you stepped away from him, tears in your eyes and you were going to make a run for it again.

Malleus Draconia

Your words struck a chord in him. He didn't mean it, but when you said that you weren't going back, he almost lost control. What did you mean you weren't going back? You promised him to be his Queen!

No... he's not accepting this. His Queen deserved better. His larger hands encircled your wrists, stopping you in your tracks. No matter how much you tugged and pushed, Malleus' strength was beyond you. In your sole despair, you fell in his embrace.

Every ache and injury struck your core, as you cried your heart out. "I can't go back Malleus," you whimpered. "I... I'm sorry."

Your hands gripped tighter onto his clothes. "I don't mean to fight against you, I-"

The Fae Prince sealed your bruised lips with his own, pulling your smaller form into his lap as he took in the moment of the bittersweet, longing kiss. "YN... listen to me," He said, his own ice cold tears falling onto your cheek, healing your wounds. "You never have to apologise for your suffering. Not even to me."

Malleus held you close as you drowsed off. The gentle smile hardened into a growl, as his back arched, black wings bursting out of his body. Malleus, in his dragon form, summoned the thorns to protect you, holding you as if you were his personal dragon hoard…

The principal, or more accurately the culprit, Dire Crowley was a fool to step out. It disgusted Malleus to his very core, his claws setting the very ground on fire as Crowley stepped closer. No words were exchanged between them. For all the suffering you faced, it was to be paid in tenfold as the dragon took a deep breath, releasing the fire in his chest.

"It was a fraction of her suffering…"

Riddle Rosehearts

He was ballistic. Riddle had been eager to bring you back immediately, but the sheer refusal and attempt to run away made him think that you hate him. He was blaming himself, sobbing to the ground.

Riddle's breakdown made you stop. No matter what you did, you still love him. Riddle's hiccups of sobbing paused at the feeling of your arms wrap around him. He wanted this, he wanted your warmth, he wanted- no… he needed you so badly he'd ceased to function without you.

"I don't hate you Riddle," You said, kissing his tears away. Your pretty Queen of Hearts had ruined the uniform he so proudly kept up with and Riddle himself was unkempt. Riddle cradled your sore body, letting you tell him your stresses and your breaking point abused over and over again by Crowley.

Riddle's heart softened ever so much for you, as he realised that he was to a fault as well. It was then he started to cry for you. "YN… I… I lost control. I know I can't be forgiven for the stress you went through so-"

"Rosehearts! You found her, how wonderful!" The jovial Principal cried out. In his hand was a magic tracking spell and that's when Riddle was struck with guilt once more. He doomed you, again. He… no, he refuses to end it this way.

Your loving self became meek, frightened by the aspect of being under Crowley's care once more. You trembled, reaching out to the hem of Riddle's coat. "Riddle… Please don't let them take me…"

He pulled you up, whispering to you. "When I cast my magic, run YN."

"Ridd-"

"Never thought you'd defy me, Rosehearts. Being a law abider and all~"

"Off With Your Head."

Kalim Al-Asim

"Y-YN?"

Kalim desperately hung onto your ankle, on his knees, begging and bargaining you to stay.

"YN… Please don't leave me again," He begged. "I'll… I'll stop dragging you to parties! I'll get you anything you want just please… please come back to me."

His tears wet your foot, as his grip left light marks on your ankle. Kalim never meant to harm you. He was so desperate to make you stay, but in his heart, he knew that he didn't have the strength to keep you with him if you desired to leave.

"How could you think that?!" You cried out. You stooped to Kalim's level, tackling him in hug so hard that he crashes to the ground. "I… I'd never leave you if I had the choice! I couldn't stand NRC anymore…"

You sobbed into Kalim's chest, wondering when it'd all end. You could never refuse Kalim, but what about everyone else? What about Crowley? Your spine shivered at the monster's name, wanting everything to disappear except for you and Kalim.

Kalim didn't know what to do. He didn't understand why Crowley would do such a thing to you. If Crowley was causing you such pain… He'd just have to get rid of the problem. You only deserve the best, after all. It's not his fault, nor is it yours.

You had cried yourself to utter exhaustion. Kalim gently wrapped you up in his jacket, cradling you to his chest. As if clockwork, Crowley appeared to the heartwarming scene, simply glad that you were going to be returned.

"Al-Asim, Dire should patch her up nicely-"

"No."

Crowley coughed. "What was that?"

"I said no," Kalim reiterated. "I have no reason to listen to you…"

"Since YN and I aren't your students anymore."

Azul Ashengrotto

How grateful he was to find you near the water. He almost turned red at the thought of you willing to search for him. Azul never thought you'd long for him this way, but you knew him, and you knew him well.

As if on cue, you looked beyond the trees to see your beloved, running from the sandy shores barefoot to be caught by your precious Azul. Azul doesn't have the best reflexes, trying to catch you without hurting you.

Azul took one good look at you, and the sight was enough to make him cry. Messy hair, cuts and bruises littering your skin possibly from running through the rocky forest, feet with sores from rocks… and tearful, sorrowful eyes.

Not an inch of sadness deserved to touch you. That was one of his core beliefs. He didn't say anything to prompt you to tell about what you'd been suffering. He knew. He knew every line of the story, and it made him ever so guilty that it led to this. If he just paid more attention to you, or at least try to.

Azul offered you everything. An ear to listen and his body for comfort, with his arms wrapping about you. If the simple action was enough for your forgiveness, he'd do it over and over again.

It was for a moment Azul held you, before running the water with you in tow. From the forest emerged the tweels, but what was behind you made you scream. Crowley, with his magic, retaliating against the twins' magic.

Azul wrapped you around his tentacles, drifting further into the ocean with you. He bent down to whisper in your ear. "YN, close your eyes. Don't look."

You shut your eyes tight as you did, hiding yourself in Azul's chest, away from the scene.

"May we never see you again, Crowley."

Azul and the twins in their merforms plummet into the ocean, deep down where Crowley would never come to touch you.

Idia Shroud

He wasn't surprised that the huge robot scared you. It was his secret project after all. He immediately let himself out of the robot, but he was hesitant to step into the forest. Idia was scared, but he still had to protect you!

"Y-YN..."

"Idia!..."

You stopped running, seeing your boyfriend pop out of the robot. Idia was quick to get over his reluctance as his panic shifts to your injuries instead. He wanted to cry out of joy from the mere chance of finding you.

Idia tried to treat your wounds as best as he could with the emergency kit conveniently equipped [he really did think of everything] although his wrapping technique was unkempt at best.

Idia's attempts to heal you made you forget of all the suffering. You couldn't help but laugh, realising how much you missed Idia. He knew that you needed this time. Oh, how he wanted to whisk you away...

But he might as well. You're his, right?

Crowley didn't get close to reaching you. Idia thought of it all. He tracked every move the principal made, fooling Crowley to think that Idia was with you the entire time, with the tracking device that Crowley so faithfully gave him.

"How desperate... it's honestly funny..." Idia scoffed at the idea of Crowley getting to you.

With the S.T.Y.X androids, Idia confronted Crowley, who was in sheer confusion.

"Crowley… burn in hell."

Leona Kingscholar

Leona didn't hold back. He couldn't believe you would say such a thign to him… The only conclusion he reached to was that you hated him. You hated his very core, just like everyone else… He was scared. It frightened him to the core that after everything he did, you still hated him.

"YN… stop fucking around with me," He said, grabbing onto your wrist. He wasn't about to throw a tantrum then and there. He had to get things straight. "Hey… tell me. Was I just a waste for you?"

"W-What are you talking about Leona?" You pushed against his chest, trying to get some distance but Leona was way stronger than you. The lion couldn't listen to reason. He simply went on about how you must've hated him, and how much you despised him.

"Did I mean nothing to you, YN?" Leona was shaking, his shoulders trembling from the mere thought of hearing those words.

You wrapped your arms around Leona, pulling him in close. "I never did… How dare you think that you stupid lion?!" You said, sobbing your heart out. You were equally hurt, but you never once thought Leona would think such a thing.

The emotional reunion was interrupted by the principal himself, pretending to be moved by such a scene. The false pretense of safety caught on to you, and you were sent into a panic, clinging onto Leona for fear of your life.

"I hate you!" You yelled, your body crumpling to the ground just as Leona caught you. "I hate you, I hate you. I don't want to go back, don't make me!"

If you were to scream anymore, you might collapse from exhaustion. Leona was quick to carry you in his arms, holding you close to his chest, where you were comforted by his heartbeat.

"Hoi, good for nothing principal," Leona called out, a single claw drawn out, igniting his Unique Magic.

"Move before I turn you to sand."

Vil Schoenheit

He was stunned to see you in such a state. He called out for you, and you stopped in your tracks. Was he that incompetent that he can't keep you with him? Did he not treat you right? Was his mere presence just torture for you?

Vil couldn't keep it in anymore. He needed to know. "YN… why won't you come back? Tell me, is it my fault? Am I not worthy of you?!"

The once prideful queen fell into shambles of insecurity as his mind won't stop painting images of you walking away from him, of you calling him your doom, of him being your captor… No, he didn't mean it…

"Was I the villain in your story?! WAS I?!"

Vil had never cried as much as he did. He needed to know that you didn't of him as a nuisance. He really was worthless if he made you feel unwanted… so please, he needed an answer.

"How could you think that, my love?"

You stooped to Vil's level, brushing away the tears that ruined his makeup with your very hands. Oh, your poor Vil… You were too selfish, thinking of your own suffering. With Vil in your arms, you felt whole once again. You gave Vil your actual answer, relenting every moment of your stress that stemmed from Crowley.

Oh… how his sweet potato must've suffered. Vil had a stuck of guilt, considering that he was under an Overblot as well. No matter, he had to make things right. For your sake, for his love's sake.

"YN, Crowley is trying to find you. But I… I have to set things right," He said, pulling you up.

The rustle of leaves had you on guard as from it came Dire Crowley, revelling in the scene.

"Schoenheit. You are supposed to bring LN YN to me immediately as I ordered."

Vil for once scared you. It scared you how enraged he was, and your heart wrenched at seeing the ink droplets by his hand.

"Vil, don't you dare-"

He turned back to you, whispering for you to run to Rook's safety. "Don't cry, my love."

You tried to hold the tears once again as you saw Vil shifting forms to an ink-like mess, this time his rage directed at Crowley. You could only run away, praying in your heart that Vil was safe.

[thedevilsdom]

chubby dom gn mc x lucifer, oral, misssionary

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Lucifer had never met somebody who made him as absolutely crazy as you did. He swears that the second you walk in the room he's reduced to a mumbling, stuttering mess who's most definitely going to make a fool of himself by slipping up halfway through a sentence. It doesn't matter what you're wearing, you could be dressed to the nines or in your home clothes and he'll always react the same way.

He never liked leaving the office. He would never be able to relax once he was back in his room because he knew that there was still work to be done. That changed when he met you, and when you became a beacon he was drawn to, always climbing into bed with your soft, comforting warmth to welcome him.

"Let me help you relieve some stress, love," You smile softly as he crawls into bed. He lays against you, still in his uniform,

"My stress is already melting away just being with you," He sighs. He knows that he has to go shower and wash the day off him, but he dreads leaving you for even a second.

"I meant in another way," You giggle. His back is pressed to your front, it's so easy to stroke down his chest. You reach his stomach and you feel him tense up as he realizes what you mean.

"O-Oh," He pushes his ass back against you as your traveling hand finally reaches his crotch. You palm him over his clothes, lips pressing gentle kisses to his neck as you feel him get hard under your attention.

"You've been so good, working so hard," You pull your hand back, "As a reward, I'll let you fuck me."

You've never seen Lucifer move so fast. You'd swear he's a rabid animal as he turns over and immediately starts tugging your bottoms down, wasting no time.

"Hey," You grab him by the hair just as he was about to dive down to go down on you, "I thought I trained you better than this. Are you some kind of feral animal?"

"No, I'm sorry," He whimpers, head being held up by the hair.

"What are you?"

"I'm your good boy," He pants, eyes near glazed over with the sheer need coursing through his body, "I'm your well trained sub."

"Yes you are," You let go of his hair and cup his face, thumb stroking over his cheek, "Now don't rush."

He nodded and continued with what he was doing, though savoring it much more. He moaned so lewdly as his tongue stoked over you, lapping at your sensitive parts. With the sounds he was making, it sounded like was already fucking you or at least touching himself, but his hands remained firmly holding your plush thighs on either side of his head.

"Please, can I put it in?" He whines from between your legs, "I- I think I'll finish in my pants if I don't, please," He looks so desperate and so, so wrecked.

"Oh?" You beckon him up and he crawls over you, keeping himself hovering over your body on his elbows and knees. "What if I just..." You push your leg up between his own and he pulls back like he's been burned. You giggle and he pouts, looking away.

"Poor Luci, don't worry, I know how badly you want to fuck me. I won't be cruel tonight." You spread your legs and he eagerly tugs his own pants down, not bothering to go past his mid thigh before pulling his cock out and trying to get into a suitable position.

His lovely cock is just the right size, and it's so flushed and dripping for you now, just another testament to how badly he needs you.

He pulls off his gloves as well, laying his hands on your nice, full hips and moaning.

"Does that really feel good?" One of your hands rests on his, "Just holding my hips? You sound so slutty."

"It feels good just to touch you," His hands glide down to your soft thighs, resting there for a moment before he uses one hand to guide himself into you. His breath catches as he slowly pushes in, and once he's fully inside he finds himself leaning down over you, desperate to get as much contact with you as possible.

"Mmh, you feel so good inside me, Luci," You purr, your hands stroking down his back. You feel him tremble as he begins to slowly thrust into you. His body quakes with the effort it takes to fuck into you slowly, to keep himself from rutting like a crazed beast. You can tell, you know that more than anything he wants to fuck you through the mattress.

"Being so gentle Luci, just like I asked," You praise him, fingers threading through his hair as he kisses your neck, "You can go faster, love, you've been good."

That's all it takes to have him wildly jackrabbiting into you, thrusting like his life depended on it. He murmurs muffled thanks like a prayer against your skin.

"Please, please please," He whimpers, "Can I cum inside? Please? Please let me stay inside," He's barely loud enough for you to hear over the slap of skin on skin.

"Already?" You laugh and he flushes even deeper, "Fine love, but you have to get me clean afterwards."

He moans out at that, almost completely collapsing on top of you. Arousal shocks through his body and he can hardly contain it, he keeps fucking you like a wild animal, so desperate and so overwhelmed.

With a lewd cry against you he reaches his climax, shuddering and thrusting and fucking his cum deeper into you with every hot pulse. He growls like a beast as his orgasm runs through him, filling you up with his cum until he's finally empty.

Lucifer barely takes a second to come back down before he's pulling out and moving back down to follow your orders. His tongue dips into your hole and laps at it, drinking down his own cum. He pushes his fingers inside you, stroking against your walls and sending shocks of pleasure through you as he continues to lick at you.

"Such a good boy, Luci," You sigh out as the warm, familiar pleasure begins to coil inside you. "Always so good."

He moans into you, the vibrations shaking you to your core. He eats you out with fervor, swallowing his own release. His fingers thrust in and out of you, his tongue continuing to lick and bring you closer and closer to your own climax.

Your peak almost takes you by surprise as your legs squeeze around his head and you cry out, hands gripping the bedsheets. Your obedient sub moans deliriously at the feeling of your cumming around his fingers, because of him. He works you through your orgasm, pushing to prolong your pleasure as long as he can.

When your quivering thighs fall from over his ears he comes back up, lips shiny with combination of your and his fluids.

"My good boy," You sigh dreamily, sitting up against the pillows at the head of the bed.

"Hah, that certainly eased my stress," He looks up at you with a soft smile.

"Of course," You say, "Your master always knows best."

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[domthedevil]

AHHHH SO CUTE, how about doing mammon next?

Of course our first man is excited to do this hahaha. Mammon is truly the most honest about his feelings for MC so I got all soft.

Be Gentle pt 6

Warnings: Mammon x afab!mc, loss of virginity

Mammon was furious. The fact that anyone else thought they had a chance of being your first was absurd. He was your first pact. He was your first friend. And you were his first love. There was no way he’d let anyone trivialize your wants and needs. Even if he wasn’t fully aware of it himself. So when he shouted the loudest and left the most dramatically, the other brothers could tell how upset he was. But they let him be. Too busy continuing a new conversation.

In his room, Mammon sat on the edge of his bed. Mindlessly scrolling through Akuzon for something, anything to take his mind off how angry his brothers had made him. But soon that anger turned to anxiety. Maybe you wouldn’t choose him. No matter how hard he fought to be your number one, maybe he still wasn’t...

A chime on his phone snapped him out of the depressive thought. Smiling a little, he opened the message you had just sent him.

“Are you busy?”

“Nope. What’s up?”

“I’ve been thinking about something, and I wanted to ask you a question.”

A question you couldn’t text? He frowned a moment, not sure what to say or what to expect.

“I’m in my room. C’mere.”

As soon as he sent the text, Mammon rushed to tidy his room. Cleaning was just too much, but he could at least move his dirty clothes off the bed and put his magazines in a neater pile. He froze when he heard you knock. Using a second to compose himself, Mammon slowly answered the door. Giving his confident grin he swung the door open.

Taking a step back you laughed at how eager he seemed, despite knowing he was probably preparing his room before answering. Wasting no time, you headed straight for his bed to sit down. You patted the spot next to you. Taking his hands in yours you placed a gentle kiss on his cheek. You knew you were ready the moment you saw his reddened face.

“.....” Mammon was speechless. Absolutely lost for words as his face felt like fire. Your request was expected and yet not.

“Do you...not want to?” Your meek question snapped him out of his daze.

“N-no! I mean yes! I mean- ugh!!” Mammon pulled you I to a tight embrace. “I...I love you MC. I’ll be gentle.”

You felt yourself sink into the mattress as he rested beside you. Slowly you turned to face him, both of you leaning in for a few soft kisses. Looking into your eyes for any doubt, Mammon kissed you more cautiously than you’d have liked. Taking initiative, your hand rested against his chest while the other ran down his side. Like an invitation, Mammon’s eager hands traced your body with a methodical but clumsy touch.

“I wanna touch you more.” Mammon’s heated whisper cut through the sounds of your kissing and heavy breathing. Shedding your clothing, he watched as you tossed each article aside. Moving so that you were under him, the demon ran his fingertips in light trails from your chest to your thighs. A shiver ran over as you felt his eyes burning into you.

“M-Mammon...” he snapped out of yet another daze. As he locked lips with yours he made quick work of his own jacket and shirt. Not wanting to spoil the surprise just yet as he worked you up more and more, he stopped just after removing his pants. But you could see the strong outline of his hardening length. You could feel yourself getting wet as he began to touch you more roughly.

Nipping and biting at your neck, Mammon distracted you from his roaming hands on your chest. Your arms wrapped around his neck as he teased you. He felt your hips buck against his cock, still barely separated from his underwear. You heard a deep growl as he moved his face lower. Sucking and leaving small marks as he ducked between your legs. Now your hands tugged at his snowy locks, pulling gently as his tongue lapped at your sensitive clit. A small jolt of pleasure shot through your core as he slowly, teasingly prodded the hood of your clit. Dragging out each sensation. Your thighs pressed against his head as he added his fingers into the mix. Suckling your pearl, his finger tips coated themselves in your slick; he began moaning at how wet you were.

You whispered how good it felt. How he was stretching you and touching places you’d never felt before. His hips rutted against the bed while you spoke. Mammon was getting desperate for attention. He hovered above you once again as his fingers moved faster, curled higher. Your expression was irresistible. Eyes half shut, mouth slightly open, panting and breathing heavy. All at his touch.

“I can’t take ya whisperin like this...MC...”

“I’m ready. I want it.” Your confident tone reassured him once again.

Kissing you soft at first, but quickly gaining momentum Mammon removed his underwear. You watched as his impressive cock moved between your folds. Spreading your legs wide for him, you got a much clearer view. You could see the way his dick glistened with your essence. Parting from you to meet your eyes, Mammon pressed himself against your entrance. Slowly, too slowly, he pressed the head of his dick inside you. It was nothing at first, but the sudden and sharp pain startled you as he kept moving. Trying not to make a sound was too much, the whimper you let out scared him too.

“M-MC! Are ya okay...?”

You nodded, now that he had given you a moment to adjust you could feel the pleasure of being full. With a wide smile you kissed his cheek.

“It feels good now, you can move.”

You heard him audibly gulp.

“Fuck that’s hot. Lemme know if...it’s too much.”

Mammon’s hips moved in gentle waves inside you. The feel of his entire length burying in you had you clutching the sheets. But yours eyes stayed open and focused on his. His deep colored eyes made a fire in your core build. He would always be your first man now.

“Mammon...it feels tight. And...full.”

Any comment you made had him thrusting deeper insider you. Leaning down he kissed and nibbled at your chest. Tasting your skin turned him on so much, and the glisten of sweat on you only added to your flavor.

He hissed as his hips unconsciously moved faster. Your moans grew louder as he tried his best not to. He wasn’t sure what kind of sounds he would make, obviously over excited for this moment. Your bent legs pressed against his waist as he moved. Mammon’s fingers intertwined with yours against the bed. The extra leverage helped his hips move faster. Though his pace was even, his cock seemed to hit a new spot every time. Your lips chanted his name while your voice cracked. The warmth from your core began to spread like wildfire.

“Harder...”

Mammon obliged immediately, loving the way your walls squeezed around him. He could feel how badly your body wanted to come.

“I’m so hot. Mammon I feel like I’m close.”

“Yeah? You like getting fucked like this?”

“M-Mammon...”

Your whine was all he needed. He wanted to tease you more, say dirty things to you while you both got closer to climaxing. But he promised to be gentle. This time at least. His words definitely stirred something in you. Made your toes and fingers tingle. Mammon’s cock hit deep inside you at a relentless pace. He was overindulging, but he was the Avatar of Greed.

“Come for me MC...I’ll come with ya.”

Pressing your lips against his neck, you couldn’t help biting him slightly as your body shook and quaked around Mammon’s cock. Feeling it so deep made your whole body sensitive. His hips continued to move and drove you insane. It felt good but too good. The spasming inside you grew in intensity. Mammon let out a low grunt and buried himself inside you again. His moan was almost a gasp as he released his thick seed into you.

Mammon composed himself with a quick shake of his head. Your face was a mix of pleasure and exhaustion, but his worried expression made you laugh.

“Hey! Don’t laugh!” His flustered state returned as he hugged you tightly, hiding his face in your neck. “...you’re not suppose to laugh...”

“Not at you. Im just...really happy.”

Mammon met your warm gaze again. Seeing your soft expression he kissed you deeply. Showering your cheeks in small pecks. Your arms held him just as tightly, and this time you hid your face in his neck.

“Can we...do it again?” Mammon couldn’t see your face, but he felt the heat on your cheeks.

“O-of course! THE Great Mammon is always ready.”

This is a continuation of a request, read more here:

Be Gentle (Levi x AFAB!MC)

Be Gentle (Belphegore x AFAB!MC)

Be Gentle (Satan x AFAB!MC)

Be Gentle (Beelzelbub x AFAB!MC)

Be Gentle (Asmodeus x AFAB!MC)

[marshmallowprotection]

How do you think GE Saeran would react to MC having a brother she’s really close with in a much different way than Saeran and Saeyoung. Like they call each other seemingly mean names out of love and pull pranks on each other almost constantly. Me and my little brother are like this and we roughhouse a bit lol and in a phone call Saeran says he’d like to meet my sibling so I’m just curious what your thoughts are

GE Saeran was close to Saeyoung in his childhood. He always clutched at his brother like it was life or death. He made sure that he was following after him as best as he could. Even if it was hard to walk forward sometimes, he wanted to be standing by his twin if he could. 

He liked being next to him, not behind him, and that had a lot to do with the fact that he dreamed of one day being as strong as his big brother was. That was what he was supposed to think, right? They might’ve been twins, but Saeyoung was treated as if he was much older because his body was healthy and their mother could say anything to make him do it. 

He couldn’t imagine bickering with his brother... even if he pushed back and forth some days as they got older and Saeran wanted to be strong. Yeah, there was a normal sentiment about bickering, he’d heard that from Yoosung when he spoke about his older sister, but... it’s different with you, right? 

So, you could say that he doesn’t know what sibling relationships are supposed to be like when it’s not built on a life or death struggle to stay alive. He’s curious. What do siblings do when they’re able to live without fear? Do they bond in other ways? How is it that kids pick up on these things so readily? So strangely? Is it a matter of nurture instead of nature? 

You could say that he’s... perplexed by the way that you act with your brother. At first, he thinks that you’re fighting or tense with each other. It was like that with his brother at first as they started to reconnect but... this seemed weird. Was it something that he was missing? He doesn’t really try to research what families are supposed to be like because he thought that he knew. 

You were laughing and poking fun at each other in a mean way. Was that how all people acted around their family? Is that what it was like to live without thinking about everything else? He’s still trying to accept that every family, every person, every life has a vastly different experience. His brain is filled with confusion in a lot of ways. You’ll likely catch him ruminating over this feeling. 

You two likely wind up having a very emotional heart to heart about this. He feels like he’s done something wrong in his life to not have a proper relationship with his brother. That’s when you’ll need to remind him that no family is one-size-fits-all. There’s a difference in how people interact with their family, and what he is trying to heal with his brother will take some time before they figure out how their family bond sound be after all this time. 

“I’m glad that you’re close with your brother, my love,” he would murmur so softly. It was always complicated with Saeyoung but you knew that he wanted badly to make sense of their bond. “Of course, I don’t think I’ll ever understand that love language.” 

“That’s alright, Saeran. You don’t have to slap Saeyoung’s shoulder to be close to him. That’s just how me and my brother are. Not everyone does that! You just need to be yourself, love. As stiff and awkward as you can be when you want to do the right thing,” Chuckling, you’d kiss his cheek. “If you want, we can go hang out with Saeyoung and my brother and see if that helps you get more of an idea how to work on this, huh?” 

“You always know how to ease my heart, don’t you?” 

“Of course! That’s we’re together forever.” 

[kitsunekissesxo]

Demon Bros Pet Names HCs and Scenarios

Demon Brothers Pet Names Headcanons and Kiss Scenarios

Summary: Headcanons of the brother’s petnames for you, vice versa, gender neutral MC, fluff kisses  <3

Warnings: Implied nsfw, suggestive, somewhat explicit

Lucifer:

Oh, Lucifer. This man may seem cold but on the inside, and when the two of you are alone, he’s the biggest softie. Like, big softie.

His pet names are more...traditional, if you will. He absolutely despises pet names such as baby, babe, honey, etc., so don’t expect him to use them. If you use them on him, expect a wrinkled nose and a grimace.

His personal favorites are my beloved, my rose, my darling, my love, my dear. He’s very possessive of you and intends to make sure his pet names for you further prove that.

He allows you to call him Luci and LuLu when you’re alone, and, even though he vehemently denies it, he finds it incredibly endearing. Other than that, he isn’t very fond of pet names for himself.

However, he simply adores when you call him your love. He might be possessive of you, but it fills him with so much pride knowing that you want others to know he’s yours as well. 

During sex, you 100% call him Daddy and Sir if you’re into that. If not, his love-making is so intense that you can only manage to utter out his name- and he loves that. It really strokes his ego wink wink

Lucifer absolutely adores calling you princess/my prince during sex, no matter what the mood is. He finds the way it makes your face flush irresistible. 

“Luuuuciiiiii,” you whined out impatiently, attempting to get your boyfriend’s attention. He’d had his nose stuck in paperwork for hours now and you were in some serious need of attention. “You haven’t so much as looked up at me in the past, like, 10 hours,” you pouted.

Finally he raised his head to lock eyes with you. Dark circles marred his beautifully pale skin, showing the effect of the overwhelming workload he was forcing himself to push through. You felt your heart ache at the sight of him, all signs of impatience leaving you to be replaced with a look of worry.

He gave you a weak smile while resting his head in his hand. All you wanted was to wrap him up in your arms and play with his hair as he napped against your chest. So that’s exactly what you went to do- love him.

You stepped towards him, his tired eyes looking up at you quizically.

“My love, please take a break. You’re exhausted. Please,” you softly pleaded, reaching your hand out to hold his cheek, thumb swiping back and forth soothingly.

He closed his eyes and pressed himself into your hand, letting out a content sigh, bringing his own hand up to hold yours to his face. Your heart swelled with love- early on the in the relationship, he’d flinch when you’d try to touch him. Now he treasured every carress you had to offer.

“Come here darling,” he murmured, motioning for you to climb into his lap. You did as he asked, straddling his lap and lacing your hands together at the nape of his neck.

The way he looked at you with such adoration made your heart race. You leaned down to capture his lips in a sweet, loving kiss. His hands came up to press you closer to him, one hand threading into your hair and the other pressing on your lower back. Your fingers played with the hair on the nape of his neck.

He pulled away slightly to whisper against your lips,

“You always know how to stir up these feelings in me, my dear.”

Mammon:

This man adores the cheesy petnames. Like the tsundere he is though, he denies it with a blush so intense it reaches his ears.

He doesn’t even use petnames for you when your relationship first begins. The tsundere is strong with this one.

At first, it seems like all he ever wants to call you is “his human”. And you’d be lying if you said you weren’t a little disappointed

Until one fateful day, he called you. You picked up the phone eagerly and to your surprise he uttered out a, “Hey babe, are ya busy right now? Ya better not be- come to my room asap.”

Needless to say, you could have sworn your heart skipped a beat

Mammon’s pet names of choice include, but aren’t limited to, sugar, baby doll, dollface, doll, baby, babe, honey bun/honey bunny

He loves anything that will make you smile, though. It’s his favorite thing in the whole world.

During intimate times he mainly sticks to calling you baby and baby doll, expect him to desperately moan that into the crook of your neck as he begs you to continue

He blushes, stammers, tells you to stop, but then tells you to not stop when you call him pet names. He not-so-secretly loves it, and you know it.

You like to call him mammonie, monmon, baby/babe, handsome, and my prince. Just to mess with him and to see that cute flush of red on his gorgeous tan skin. It’s also undeniably cute and cheesy

During sex, he absolutely adores being called baby boy. It really gets him going. This boy is a sub

You were scribbling school notes in your notepad, studying for the upcoming exam when your D.D.D rang. You sighed, setting your pencil down and reaching for your D.D.D to see who was interrupting your study session.

It was Mammon.

Of course it was. You adored him, you really did, but his timing was pretty awful. You answered and put the phone up to your ear with your shoulder so you could continue copying down some notes that Satan so generously lent you.

“Yo, yo, yo! Babe, are ya busy? Ya better not be- come to my room asap!” He exclaimed happily.

The phone fell from your shoulder and onto your notepad. You had felt your heart skip a beat. He called you babe.

“U-uh...MC? MC??? That was an accident. I aint mean it. Just...come to my room. Hello? Human, are ya even there??” He stammered on nervously.

You scrambled to pick the phone up, responding in a teasing tone, “Mammon. Three things. 1: I heard that. 2: I’m studying. 3: I heard you call me that.”

You could hear him huff on the other end. He was seriously too cute, too easily flustered.

“Just drop it, wouldja? I aint mean it! Now get your ass over here- I dont care if you’re studying. No one makes The Great Mammon wait!!”

You could practically see him puff his chest out. You just wanted to engulf him in a hug and ruffle his snowy locks so badly. 

With a grin, you taunted, “Okay, babe. I’ll be right over.”

You hung up just as he began to sputter and protest, checked yourself in the mirror, sprayed some perfume/cologne on, and began to make your way to Mammon’s room.

As you reached Mammon’s room, you thanked all your lucky stars that you didn’t run into any of the brothers. Without warning, you swung Mammon’s door open, and he jumped with a shriek.

“Jeez, ya scared the livin’ evil outta me, human!” he exclaimed, clutching his t-shirt near his heart. His cheeks were already tinted a lovely blushed hue against his beautifully tanned skin.

“Awww, sorry Monmon. Didn't mean to startle you,” you poked, watching as he crossed his arms over his chest, beginning to protest that you didn't, in fact, frighten him.

You quickly leaned forward to place a gentle kiss on his lips. He froze, and you could practically hear his heart race. You pulled away, both hands coming up to the nape of his neck as he just stared at you, mouth slightly open, his face bright red. 

“You worry too much, baby.” You teased him, a smile playing on your lips.

And then he leaned in to return your kiss, hands settling on your lower back gingerly

Needless to say, he began to “accidentally” continue to call you endless pet names. He really did love them and you

Leviathan:

Please, for the love of all things unholy, please let this shy boy call you silly pet names. He adores them, simply because it makes you giggle, and he loves knowing that he’s the one making you laugh

Levi appears as though he doesn’t feel shame, but we know he just hides it really well. However, he still rambles to anyone and everyone about Ruri-chan and anime, so he won’t mind you using pet names for eachother around other people

Because of his anxiety though, he probably won’t be too keen on that idea at first. Will his brothers laugh at him? Surely they’ll think he’s gross and creepy regarding his choice of pet names, right? Wrong. Ensure to him that he doesn’t have to do anything that he isn’t comfortable with, and if anyone judges them then they’re just normies. He’ll love you forever.

Levi’s most used pet names for you are sunshine, cutie, snookums, goofball, and player 2

Sunshine is his personal favorite because humans seem to associate happiness with the sun, and you’re his main source of happiness. So why wouldn’t he call you that?

He also refers to you as his player 2 a lot. You’re not only his lover, but his best friend. His partner in crime. His Henry. 

Calling him pet names is undoubtedly one of your favorite things. He stutters, blushes such a deep shade of red, and tries to hide his face behind his hands. Please take ahold of wrists, move them from his face, take hold of his face, and place a kiss on his nose. You want Levi.exe to stop working? K.O’d? Do that.

Your favorite pet names for him are Leviachan, cutie, sweetie, handsome devil, baby boy, my sweet prince, etc. Anything that helps boost his confidence is a good pet name in your book.

During sex, Levi would hardly be able to form a coherent sentence, so I imagine your name would fall from his bitten lips like a mantra

If you’re into it, he would be down to call you master/mistress, 100%

Most of the time you call him baby boy and sweet boy and needy during sex. I HC that he’s very submissive and melts at your endearing yet dominating pet names for him.

We also know it’s canon that Levi has a degradation kink- so use it. Call him a whore, pervert, slut, needy bitch. He’ll let out the sweetest whines and whimpers.

“Levi, sweetie, I promise it’s okay. Nothing happened between Mammon and I. We just went shopping,” You gently explained to a very frazzled Levi.

He was sitting in his gaming chair, anime paused, arms crossed, avoiding your gaze, and pouting. A frown also adorned his troubled features.

He refused to answer you.

“Levi, please speak to me,” you tried again, reaching out to take ahold of his hand.

You offered your hand to him gingerly. He studied it for a moment, and then, with a blush beginning to spread across his cheeks, he complied and laced his fingers with yours. He heaved a sigh as you swiped your thumb against his hand soothingly.

“I know, MC. I trust you. It just makes my blood boil knowing you’re out with him instead of being with me....I don’t really blame you though, I guess. I’m a gross and yucky otaku. I wouldn’t want to hang out with me either,” he grumbled, his voice cracking near the end, along with your heart. You wished so badly he wouldn’t talk so down on himself all the time.

It was time to show Levi just how much he meant to you.

You surged forward to engulf your serpent-like boyfriend in a bone-crushing hug. He let out a squeak, his arms coming up in surprise.

“Leviachan, I wish you saw how much I love you. I love spending time with you. I love playing games with you. I love watching anime with you. I love listening to you rant and ramble about them. I love how passionate you are. You’re so cute when you get like that, yknow?” You murmured to him with as much love as you could muster.

Suddenly his arms were wrapped around you, hugging you tightly to him. He planted a kiss on the top of your head before nuzzling his nose into your hair.

“You normie,” he whispered, “you’re really too much. I think you’re the only person who can find my ranting endearing.”

You pulled away with a pretend frown on your face, lacing your fingers with his once more.

“Normie? Again? Really Leviachan? In what way am I a normie?” You prodded, grinning at him.

He blushed, looking down at your intertwined hands.

“I suppose you’re not really that much of a normie. You do nerd out with me, to be fair...” He grinned back at you- a genuine grin, at that. It warmed your heart.

Before you could say anything else, Levi surged forward to place a chaste kiss on your lips. It was gone as soon as it was there. You blinked, wide eyed at him. His face was ablaze- you didn’t think you had ever seen him so flushed. You didn’t even know he had the confidence in him to do that.

In a rare moment of softness, he whispered

“I love you, sunshine. I really do. I wouldn’t want anyone else to be my player 2.” 

Satan:

Satan is the absolute best in the business at hiding his true intentions; after all, all smiles are an act

Except... you actually stir up feelings of love within him, and it drives his curiosity through the roof

He appears to be very confident so his brothers opinions don’t really matter to him. He’s also awfully petty, so I imagine he moreso uses pet names for you around them to simply dangle in their faces that only he can do that

That doesn’t change the fact that every time you use a pet name for him, hes face flushes an adorable red before he sorts himself out

His favorite pet names for you are sweetheart, kitten, darling, little kitty, gorgeous, wildflower, and my sweet girl/sweet boy

We all know this man is into pet play, so his most used nicknames for you are kitten and little kitty. During and not during intimate times. 

During sex, Satan calls you all sorts of endearing terms- he’s a master of dirty talking. It’s filthy yet simultaneously charming. Kitten, darling, and your name roll off of his tongue the most. If you’re into it, he will definitely degrade you, calling you a needy whore, filthy slut, cumslut, cumrag, fuck toy, you name it and he’ll use it. He’d most likely be opposed to calling you a bitch- it feels too hurtful for him.

You love to call him handsome, my bookworm, stud(teasingly), good looking, and babe/baby. Each and every one earns a chuckle and a momentary blush from him, so it’s definitely worth it. 

Want his attention when he’s too busy reading? Call out his name a few times- he can hear you, but he chooses to ignore you. Bring out the pet names and he’ll be burying his blushing face into his book, completely flustered. He takes a moment to compose himself before tutting at you. You interrupted his very important reading- how naughty.

When Satan’s feeling dominant, he’s dominant. He demands that you call him Sir or Master during sex. He doesn’t mind being called Daddy, but it doesn’t get him going quite like the other two do. When he’s feeling more submissive, absolutely call him your handsome boy. Pet gets him riled up as well- use it from time to time.

You couldn’t believe just how beautiful the sight in front of you was. The stars in the Devildom seemed to burn brighter and more fiercely than the ones in the human world. You were almost entranced by them, not wanting to tear your eyes away from the gorgeous nighttime sky.

That is, until you felt the hand that was holding yours give a gentle squeeze. You quickly turned your head to make eye contact with his emerald gaze. The main emotion you could see in Satan’s eyes was adoration, and suddenly your heart was being squeezed as well as your hand.

Here you were, taking a late night stroll in the Devildom with Satan, the night sky painted with deep clouds and bright stars, and he was looking at you like you were the most beautiful thing he had ever seen.

He had taken you to what appeared to be a park. You walked along the path hand in hand as you took in every little detail. The deep greenish blue bushes were hiding little critters, the pond had a fountain that splashed around the deep blue water, there were bugs that looked and acted an awful lot like lightning bugs(Satan explained that they were practically the same except that these were called Hell Fire Bugs, were only found in the Devildom, and had little horns that adorned their head), there were giant flowers of golden and orange hues everywhere, and, to your delight, there was a little wooden bench sat right in the perfect spot.

“Satan, can we sit down?” You asked with a smile, motioning to the bench. “I love where it’s positioned; you can take in everything perfectly!” You peered up at him to see that a gentle smile was gracing his features. 

“Of course we can sit down, darling. Are your legs feeling tired of walking as well?” He pondered. After all, he wasn’t completely sure what a human’s threshold for walking distance was.

“Mm, a little bit,” you admitted, absentmindedly rubbing your arm. You’d gotten so caught up in his presence and the sights around you that you’d only just now noticed the beginning of a burning sensation in your legs.

“That’s a shame. I guess I’ll have to carry you to the bench then, huh, kitten?” He said, flashing you a sly smile.

Protests left your mouth but to no avail. You were already thrown over his shoulder, his long fingers resting on your bum, giving a gentle pat. He was comfortably warm, and you were lying if you said you couldn’t stay in his strong arms forever.

You were giggling, squirming, demanding that he put you down that instant- but you both knew how much you loved it. His grip tightened on you as a warning.

“Kitty, if you keep squirming, I’ll have to punish you. It’s not nice to deny my kind gestures.” He teasingly warned, giving a harsher smack to your bum. And at that, you huffed, but calmed down.

He gently set you down on the bench, caressing your face before sitting down next to you, reaching out to grab ahold of your hand once again. You gladly took his hand in yours, sighing contentedly as he swiped his thumb soothingly against yours.

You leaned in closer to him, pressing against his side, and placed a gentle peck on his cheek. His skin was so soft, so warm. Welcoming. You couldn’t have felt more safe, more comfortable, more at home than you did in this moment. He let out a light chuckle.

“Are you happy now?” He murmured, snaking an arm around your waist to pull you flush against his side. You curled your arms around his arm closest to you, resting your head on his broad shoulder. You breathed in deeply, taking in his calming scent. He smelled like old books and tea. “I couldn’t be happier.” You whispered out. Your heart was so full, you could hardly take it.

“Good, I’m glad,” He warmly responded, and began to absentmindedly play with your hair as you both enjoyed the scenery in a comfortable silence. 

“Hey, Satan?” You gingerly asked after a few minutes. He gave a hum in response.

“I wish we could stay like this forever.” You admitted, feeling your face heat up.

He craned his neck to peer down at you, you pulling away gently to look at him.

“You truly are something else. You want to stay with me, a demon, forever? Are you sure about that?” He inquired, secretly hoping you wouldn’t backtrack. And you didn’t.

“I’ve never been more sure in my life. I love you.” You whispered back.

His only response were gentle hands coming up to cup your face, his lips softly melting against yours.

Asmodeus:

Naturally, as the Avatar of Lust, pet names are his forte. He calls you pet names about as often as he tries to cop a feel- so, very often

He loves using them in front of anyone and everyone, shame just isn’t a word in his vocabulary. He finds cute nicknames incredibly endearing and genuinely wonders why everyone doesn’t feel the same way about them.

He high-key expects you to use pet names for him as well. Let EVERYONE know he’s your beautiful boy, dammit. Its obvious but it makes him feel happy, so you’re more than willing to comply. 

His personal favorite pet names for you include, but aren’t limited to, cherub, dear, little darling, angel face, doll face, honey/hun, bunbun, love bug, lover, and mi amor. 

He simply loves to do anything and everything you want him to do to please you, but he expects the same energy in return. 

So, during intimate times, if you want him to degrade you he will. It just isn’t his favorite thing to do- he’d rather worship you and make you feel on top of the world with honey dripping words. Therefore, during sex, he prefers to call you darling, baby, baby girl/baby boy, princess/my prince, beautiful, etc. If you want him to call you mommy/daddy, master/mistress, or sir/madam, he absolutely will. Anything to please you.

Your pet names of choice for him include asmobaby, asmo, lover boy, cutie, beau, charmer, eye candy, heart breaker, heart throb, etc.

“How’s my favorite heart breaker doing?” “Feeling a little frisky, are we, lover boy?” “You see that absolute eye candy over there? That’s my boyfriend”

During sex, you call Asmo anything and everything you want. He’s down to try and do anything, so he’s all yours. He’ll do the same for you. However, he does love being praised- so please use praising pet names for him like gorgeous, handsome, sexy, etc

The most passionate and intense lover you will ever have, and his endless pet names are only the tip *wink wink* of the iceberg. 

For once in the Devildom, you were freezing. Your nose was numb, red, just an icicle, really. 

Asmo had dressed you up with a pompom hat, fluffy earmuffs, and a giant puffy coat with gloves to match in attempts to keep you warm in the Devildom’s famous ice rink. Of course, his entire outfit matched yours with a lovely complimentary color. He figured it was enough for him, so surely his little cherub was warm and snug, right? Wrong. Somewhat wrong, anyway. You were still cold and made a point to complain about it to Asmo. 

“Dear, I promise I will warm you up as soon as we leave, just please do this for me?” He begged, holding your gloved hands in his own. His pinkish-yellow hued eyes stared into your own hopefully, and you knew you could never turn down those puppy eyes of his.

He cheered excitedly when you agreed and took you by the hand over to the rink. He turned around to face you, an expectant expression on his face. He took your hand and placed his lips on the backside, winking up at you, before murmuring, “Watch and learn mi amor!”

With wide eyes you watched as Asmo skated off, moving with incredible balance and grace. Every move was intentional; he looked stunning in this state. Here he was, skating a lutz, an axel, a salchow, everything. He was professional level talented, and he never told you! And, oh, yes, you. You could skate, but not well. 

“Asmobaby, I didn’t know you were so talented at this!” You exclaimed as he approached you, an accomplished smile adorning his features. You skated over to him, his hand reaching out to grab yours as you skated together side by side.

“It’s beautiful, isn’t it? I love how graceful it looks,” he responded, as you noticed how the tip of his nose was beginning to turn red. His breathing was still a little irregular, his breath coming out in puffs, the cold making the cloud of breath visible. He was so beautiful.

“Darling, if you keep staring at me like that, I won’t be able to control myself,” he teased, squeezing your hand.

You quickly averted your eyes, your face flushing at being caught.

“Oh, don't be embarrassed, MC! There’s nothing wrong with admiring beauty! I do it with you all the time, you know.” He winked, and you had to slap away a wandering hand, leaving a very pouty Asmo.

You attempted to get closer to give him a kiss to make up for it, but you lost your balance, falling right onto your bum. Asmo gasped, made sure you were okay, and then giggled at you.

“Asmo!! I just fell!! On ice!! And you’re laughing!” you feigned offense, resting your hand over your chest. “And I was going to give you a kiss, too!”

Asmo leaned down to help you up, murmuring, “You can’t help but fall for my charming self, hm, love bug?”, and pressed a loving kiss to your chilly lips. His nose bumped against yours, somehow still warm to the touch. You were so enraptured by his lips that you hadn’t even realized he’d gotten you back on your feet.

“How about we...continue this later?” Asmo whispered as you pulled away.

“Oh, you better. You promised to warm me up, lover boy” You huffed, beginning to skate off with him again. “Don’t have to ask me twice, doll. I’ll show you my love allllll night. Now, watch this next trick- it’s absolutely stunning!”

Beelzebub:

This wholesome boy honestly doesn’t understand pet names at first

“Why would I call you a baby, MC, you’re clearly a grown human??”

Even after you explain it to him, he still doesn’t really get it, but it makes you happy, and he’ll do anything to make you happy

When you tell him that he doesn’t have to call you baby/babygirl/babyboy, that he can use almost anything, he lights up.

“My cheesebur-” “No, Beel, anything but that”

Once he somewhat gets the gist of petnames, his preferred ones for you are love muffin, pumpkin, cookie, honey, sweetheart, gum drop, and cupcake

Occasionally calls you his cheeseburger just to enjoy your reaction

Please, please, please, don’t be mean about it. this baby's feelings are hurt so easily and he always means well 

You favorite pet names for him are Beel, beelzeburger,  big guy/big boy, bunny,/honey bun, bonbon, sweet boy, honeybee, Cookie Monster, and handsome

Each time you call him something other than his name, he blushes profusely, his lips upturned in a happy smile

Adores everything you call him, even if its incredibly cheesy because he loves cheese you chose those pet names for him specifically, and he feels honored

During sex, he’s so focused on how good it feels and trying to not hurt you that anything that comes to mind rolls off of his tongue when he speaks, which isn’t often

mainly calls you by your name, but he loves to use babygirl/babyboy if you like it

he also prefers for you to call out his name, as other names don’t really do much for him. if you’re into it, though, I'm sure he won't mind if you call him daddy. will be incredibly confused the first time you gasp it out though

“Huh? Is your father here? Or did you call me that? You’re not my child, though...?”

The music was loud- blaring, actually, and your head was beginning to ache.

Lord Diavolo was holding a party at his castle, with almost every one of his friends invited- it was a huge party. Everyone was sat down at tables or were out on the dance floor. Lucifer was chatting it up with Barbatos, Simeon, Luke(who was just following Simeon around), and Lord Diavolo, Satan was sipping some demonus while flipping through the pages of a book, absentmindedly chatting with Solomon, Mammon and Asmo were participating in some dance competition, Levi was playing his switch with his headphones on, and Belphie was napping on Beel’s shoulder. 

You were sitting at the table with Satan and Solomon, feeling particularly uninterested in their talk of spells and magic. The music was nice, and Mammon and Asmo looked like they were having fun, but you didn’t have the energy to tear it up on the dance floor. You heaved a sigh, feeling insufferably bored.

And that’s when your eyes landed on Beel. Belphie had his cow print pillow resting in the crook of Beel’s neck, snuggling himself into Beel. He was zonked. And poor Beel was munching on whatever food he had left on his plate, looking just as bored as you- at this rate, he wouldn’t have any food left, and soon. 

Making your mind up, you got up from the table and made your way over to Beel. As you got closer, Beel lifted his head at your approaching footsteps and smiled when he saw that it was you- you swore it made your heart beat faster.

“Gum drop! I was wondering when you would come over.” He smiled, motioning for you to take the seat next to him. Belphie continued to snooze on. 

“Actually, Beel, I was wondering if you wanted to go to the kitchen with me? Your supply on food is low, cookie monster ..” You murmured in his ear. He nodded, and went to wake up Belphie. Talking to him didn’t work, shaking didn’t work, nothing did. Beel carefully moved Belphie’s pillow on the table, his head now resting on Beel’s shoulder, and then gently moved Belphie’s head to rest on his pillow. He continued his little cat nap, completely unbothered. 

Beel stood up, took your hand in his, and led you to kitchen.

You lifted yourself up on the counter to sit, watching as Beel opened every cabinet and drawer, rummaging for something else to devour. He finally made his way to the fridge and freezer, and let out a delighted laugh when he discovered a pint of hellish nightshade ice cream.

“Wanna share?” He asked, smiling and showing you the ice cream container.

“Uh, Beel, can humans even eat nightshade? Won’t it kill me?” You inquired, fairly sure that nightshade would kill you dead.

“Oh, no, it won’t. Barbatos said there’s different kinds of nightshade that won’t hurt humans and Lord Diavolo made sure that everything here is human-proof!” He happily exclaimed, already grabbing two spoons. 

If it did kill you, well, that was Lucifer’s problem because you were gonna enjoy some ice cream with your boyfriend.

Beel began to happily eat the sweet treat, you taking bites whenever you could get your spoon in. He noticed you were having some troubles and shyly apologized, retreating his spoon so you could get a good bite.

And oh, you did. It was a heaping spoonful, resulting in ice cream getting on the corners of your mouth. You didn’t know why Beel was suddenly staring ravenously at you instead of the ice cream.

“You have ice cream on your mouth,” he murmured, leaning in closer to you, his face inches away from yours. Your breath sped up.

“Wanna help me clean it off?” Was all you needed to ask before his mouth was on yours, delicately licking off the ice cream. His hands rested gently on your waist, your own hands resting on his broad shoulders. He pulled back gently, a buzzing sound emanating from him.

“I always love your taste,” he exclaimed happily, blush spreading across his cheeks. 

You leaned back in for another syrupy sweet kiss, Beel all too happy to oblige.

Belphegor:

ah, our favorite eboy

he thinks pet names are cute and he really enjoys them, but he’ll never outwardly say that. he might mention it to you when you’re half asleep, though

gets all blushy blushy uwu when you use them around other people, but he doesn't mind. don't expect him to use them on you around other people, though- that's mostly for when you're alone

when he's really happy to see you or really sleepy he’ll use pet names for you regardless of who is around

he finds it to be very intimate so he likes keeping it to yourselves

his favorite pet names for you are dork, cuddle bug, star, teddy bear, and pillow pet

he loves stars and stargazing, and especially loves stargazing with you so he figured why not combine two things he loves and call you his star

he also loves to snuggle you, so you're practically his personal teddy bear- and he wouldnt have it any other way 

you're favorite pet names for him are cowboy, Little Dipper, cuddle monster, snuggle bug, belpharoo, belphie/belpie, and sleepy prince

during sex, belphie likes to call you his cowgirl when he's feeling more dom. he seems like a bratty power bottom/sub, so he’ll call you master/mistress, mommy/daddy if you like that, but he’ll give you shit for it. other than that, your name falls from his lips in breathy moans and whines

you tend to call him baby boy, sweet prince, brat, good/bad boy, naughty boy during sex. he loves being called a bad/naughty boy, PLEASE do it, it really gets him going 

You woke with a start, eyes blinking a few times as you looked around you. You had fallen asleep in the Planetarium. stargazing with Belphie. Oh yeah, Belphie. You turned your head to see he was still fast asleep, holding onto your arm with a death grip. You knew waking him would be fun.

“Belphie? Bellphiiieeeee...” You whispered in his ear, which earned you a little bit of stirring from him. 

“Belpharooooo, it’s wakey time,” You said a bit more loudly, beginning to rub his shoulder.

His eyes fluttered open sleepily, his amethyst gaze meeting yours warmly. He stretched his arms out with an adorably soft yawn, his shirt riding up to expose his soft yet toned abdomen. He gave you a sleepy smile.

“I love waking up to the sight and sound of you, teddy bear” he murmured out, clinging onto you once again, nuzzling his face into the crook of your neck. Your own arm was wrapped around him, the other coming up to lazily play with his hair. He let out an almost purring sound, attempting to get as close to you as possible.

“Uh uh, Belphie, we can’t go back to sleep yet. We’re still in the Planetarium- let’s go to bed, okay my sleepy prince?” You cooed, patting his back to get him to sit up.

With a huff, he sat up, but demanded you pull him up by his arms, giving you the sweetest smile in return. He complained the entire way to his and Beel’s room, his hand gripping yours loosely as you lead him forward.

Beel wasn’t there when you arrived which disappointed you both a bit, but you figured he’d be back soon and with some snacks, too, so that was a plus.

Immediately Belphie flopped onto his bed, hardly giving you enough time to crawl into bed beside him before he cocooned himself with blankets. He turned to face you, eyes glazed over, and yawned once more. You yawned in return, the both of you giggling. His amethyst eyes never left you, even when his hair fell into his face. You gently brushed the strands of navy blue hair out of his eyes, giving him a soft smile as his own hand came up to keep your hand pressed against his face. He nuzzled into your hand, sighing happily, before you wrapped your arms around him loosely. 

“Goodnight, teddy bear” he murmured as you both drifted off to sleep once more.

A few hours had passed when you woke again , only to find that Belphie had not only pushed you to the edge of the bed, but had also stolen all of the covers and blankets. You were chilly without either of those. 

You shook him, earning a groan from the sleepy demon. 

“Belphie I love you but I swear I will execute you if you don’t give some blankets back” you lightheartedly threatened, opting to lay your body across his.

“I don't know what you’re talking about,” he murmured, nuzzling further into his pillows.

“Oh no, you don’t. I literally have no covers! You have all of them! I’m freezing!” you exclaimed desperately. 

He poked his head out of his cocoon, a mischievous glint in those amethyst eyes, his hair sticking up in random spots.

“If you want a blanket so bad, then come get one from me.” He dared you, a smile playing on his sleepy features.

You immediately began your assault by tickling his sides, which resulted in him laughing, gasping, and trying to swat you away. You began giggling with him, not stopping your violent attack on the poor helpless demon. Your torture went on for a few minutes before he finally gave in. 

“Okay, okay! I give in! You can have all the blankies you want, I swear!” he puffed out heavily, tears forming in his eyes from being tickled and laughing so much.

You smiled triumphantly as he let you into his little blanket cocoon, immediately becoming engulfed by warmth and his scent. You were waiting for both of your breaths to even out as you heard a low voice say,

“Hey, I know you guys love each other and all but it’s 4am and I’m kinda trying to sleep”

You looked at Belphie, holding back a giggle as he gave an apology to poor Beel. 

You snuggled up to Belphie once again, beginning to feel sleep take over your body for the 3rd time that day. You fell asleep before Belphie, so you never felt the soft kiss he planted on your forehead and the sweetest “I love you so much” he whispered in your ear.

I hope you enjoyed this! I loved finally writing for all of the brothers- It was so much fun figuring out how to incorporate their personality into my own writing style. Let me know if you’d like me to do a version of this with the undateables! As always, all feedback is appreciated. <3

[absolutepokemontrash]

The undatables as uncles need more love, so... What if L!MC and the rest of the children just go to the castle or purgatory Hall for a few days because the Bros got tired or just need a day of rest. Idk this makes no sense

Yes, more uncle shennaniganery!

A Day at the Demon Lord’s Castle

Masterlist

It was Demon-Flu season, and no demon in the House of Lamentation was spared from its sniffly wrath. It started with Belphegor waking up and sneezing right next to Beel, and it was all downhill from there.

Notice how I said “demon”, the dear little Half-Demons were all fine thanks to the efforts of M!MC who for some reason had bought a bunch of plague doctor masks the week prior.

“Why... why did you buy these?” L!MC asked, their voice muffled by the badly fitting mask.

“I saw em’ in a store window and I decided I wanted them.”

Three out of four of the Brat Brigade (plus the cat) were on their way to the Demon Lord’s castle to stay until the house’s little epidemic passed. Lord Diavolo had oh so graciously asked (begged) to be allowed to host the kids for a while.

What could go wrong?

Many things could go wrong.

For one, the first thing A!MC saw when they first arrived, was a rat. Not one of the gross scary ones, but one of the absolutely adorable ones that turns you into the ‘gently holds’ meme.

“I’m going to call you Templeton!” “*squeak*” “Yay!”

Barbatos of course came to greet the guests, and explained that they have a little... issue with rats at that moment. Butler-dad assured them it wouldn’t be a problem, just if the children saw any of the vermin running around to tell him and he’d dispose of them.

Templeton the rat was promptly hidden in one of A!MC’s pockets.

The Purgatory Hall crew was there as well, apparently Solomon decided to make brunch and Purgatory Hall’s kitchen exploded.

Lord Diavolo finally makes his entrance and declares that everyone should unpack and relax, his gorgeous/terrifying castle was their gorgeous/terrifying castle.

“So,” L!MC rested their head on their hand and rotated the knight in their free hand as they stared half vacantly at the chess board. “Did you take care of the snake in the labyrinth, Dia?”

Diavolo lit up when he heard his seldom used nickname. “Well, Henry 1.0 isn’t exactly bothering anyone down there at the moment, and I don’t think Levi is equipped to deal with a fifty foot long untamed snake.”

L!MC smirked and placed their knight down. “Yeah, at least not right now.”

The moment L!MC removed their hand from the knight, Diavolo moved his bishop and took their queen. Shit.

“Aw man...” L!MC mumbled, after a cursory look at the board, the poor thing realized that they had been screwed for the last five turns and Diavolo was just prolonging the match.

“Don’t feel too bad, L!MC.” Diavolo gave them a pat on the head. “Lucifer can’t beat me in chess either.”

“Hmph.” They wouldn’t admit it but... that did make them feel a little better.

“That reminds me, I have a favour to ask of you.” L!MC almost outwardly drooped at the mention of... ugh... a task. “Do you mind reviewing some dad-jokes with me to make sure they are suitably dad-like?”

“...what?” Quickly remembering they were in the presence of honest to God (poor choice of words... uh... Grandfather?) royalty, L!MC straightened their posture and tried their best to look respectfully curious instead of completely and utterly confused. “Pardon?”

“M!MC and several others have said I have ‘dad vibes’, so I’m leaning into it!” Diavolo smiled so brightly if L!MC hadn’t been the child of the Morning Star they may have been blinded. “My father wasn’t one for jokes, so I’d like to run these by you before I say them to others.”

Suppressing a snort of laughter, L!MC nodded. “Go for it, I’m all ears.”

Diavolo pulled out quite the long list and began to read out loud... L!MC quickly realized that this may take longer than expected. “Okay, to begin: I’m afraid for the calendar, it’s days are numbered.”

“Oh not-that-good-Lord...” L!MC muttered under their breath.

The dad jokes continued, some were funny, some were absolutely awful, some sounded like they were made for children in the Victorian era... overall, it was a good- holy shit that took over two hours...

“Finally,” Diavolo squinted at the last joke. “I went to the liquor store and they asked for my ID, while I fumbled for my wallet, my Blockbuster card fell out, the cashier said ‘nevermind’.”

L!MC furrowed their brows. “What’s a Blockbuster?”

“That was what I was hoping you’d explain to me... is it a dad requirement to get a card for that establishment..?”

“Mmmm...” L!MC pursed their lips. “Probably not. I mean, Lucifer doesn’t have one.”

“That’s true...” Diavolo looked at the clock, then stood up and began to shoo L!MC out the door. “Look at me, taking up all your time that you should be spending with your friends. Thank you for your help, L!MC, now don’t let me keep you any longer!”

Giggling slightly, L!MC shot a wave over their shoulder as they left the room. “Bye dad! See you later!”

They were half way down the hallway when they realized their verbal slip-up.

“Oh.” L!MC’s face burned with embarrassment. “Shit.”

Dad-volo was totally delighted and very cool about it, don’t worry.

M!MC and Bean the cat were hanging out with the angels in the very pretty royal gardens when that mess was going down.

Luke was being absolutely adorable and was snuggling Bean while he and Simeon looked at the pretty plants.

In traditional M!MC fashion, they were engaging in an average game of ‘lightly tease the chihuahua’.

“It’s just... you’re so small.” M!MC took the opportunity to rest their arm on Luke’s head as he stopped to observe a colour changing flower bush. “How many years have you been this height? 100? 200?”

M!MC had taken the news that Luke was older than them in stride, finding new opportunities to make the little angel do his adorable angy face. They were obviously succeeding in their jerkwad-endeavours as Luke pushed their arm off and fixed his now smushed hat.

“You be quiet! I’m perfectly average height for an angel my age.” Luke huffed, petting the cat, who hissed at M!MC. The stupid cat absolutely hated them for some reason, it brought L!MC never ending joy to bring the cat into their shared room and watch it hiss and swipe at them. L!MC should really show some more respect for their older cousin!

“Are angels normally the size of a fifth grader?” M!MC snickered. “Is Simeon considered a freak for his height?”

“No, M!MC, I am not.” Simeon chuckled. “Rest assured, Luke will grow.”

“Yeah! And I’m sure I’ll be taller than you!” Luke added.

M!MC smirked deviously and pinched Luke’s cheek. “Well, I’ll have to take advantage of your smallness and baby face while I still can!”

“Hey! Stop that!” Luke tried to swat their hands away, but M!MC had inherited their father’s reflexes and his penchant for being a little shit every once and a while, so Luke’s swatting only resulted in more pinches.

“Never!” M!MC teased. “Surrender to your smallness!”

“No!”

Luke took off deeper into the garden, surprisingly quickly considering he was holding a cat that was hellbent on clawing M!MC’s eyes out. M!MC laughed and gave chase.

“Luuuuuuuke! Come back! I promise I’ll be nice!” M!MC lied right through their teeth like the little heathen they were, as they ran down the path they noticed that they couldn’t see Luke up ahead anymore, nor could they hear him yelling for Simeon to make them quit their teasing.

“Heheh...” M!MC wheezed as they stopped to catch their breath. “Luke c’mon, don’t be a baby. It’s real immature to hide like that!”

There was no response, which made M!MC just a little nervous, just a smidge. The plants had changed from pretty flowers and gorgeous trees to a much darker clump of vines and twisting branches. It all seemed to be the same plant, M!MC noted as they scanned the area for any sign of Luke and the cat, or Simeon for that matter.

“Luke? Bean? Come on! Haul your asses over here, this isn’t funny any-” M!MC paused and looked down as something coiled around their left leg. “-more?”

The vine tightened and yanked them backwards, M!MC fell right to the ground and clawed at the path to stop them getting pulled into the brush. Another vine wrapped around their right leg, any resistance that digging their nails into the ground was nullified as both vines yanked M!MC into the bushes.

Well, this was a nightmare of epic proportions. The vines continued to wrap around the helpless half demon until they were completely unable to move. As M!MC looked around frantically, they made eye contact with an all too familiar pair of blue eyes. Ah! There was Luke!

“Mmmph!” Only Luke’s eyes were visible, but the eyes are the gateway to the soul or whatever, and M!MC took an educated guess and decided that Luke’s soul wasn’t too happy with them.

“Mmth! Mmth!” M!MC tried to speak, but their mouth was covered by the vines. The two would have to communicate with their eyes only.

‘This is your fault!’

‘How the fuck is this MY fault?’

‘If you hadn’t teased me this never would have happened!’

‘Grow thicker skin, you chihuahua!’

‘Fuck you!’

Listen, Luke probably wasn’t capable of trying to communicate a swear word, but it was incredibly funny for M!MC to think about.

“M!MC? Luke?” Simeon stepped into their limited field of vision. “Where are you two? This plant is carnivorous.”

Oh... lovely. That was good to know.

“Mmemph!”

“MFTH!” Luke and M!MC tried to call out to Simeon, only for the vines to wrap around them even tighter. Wow, what a way to go... strangled by a plant... ugh. L!MC would never let them live that down...

“Hm,” Simeon looked down at the vine that was coiling around his leg. “What a bother.”

Quick as lightning, Simeon grabbed the vine and sent a burst of shining gold magic shooting through it. The magic quickly spread to the rest of the plant and the moment the magic slammed into M!MC they nearly passed out from the searing pain that shot through their entire body.

They clamped their eyes shut and clenched their teeth to stop them from rattling as they felt the massive wave of Celestial magic wash over them. It was weirdly warm, like a hug from a friend, but it wasn’t a pleasant sensation, at least not to M!MC.

The plant let out an otherworldly scream as it threw Luke, Bean, and M!MC back onto the path at Simeon’s feet.

Luke picked Bean back up and dusted off his clothes like he didn’t have a care in the world. M!MC lay on the ground, if you listened closely you could hear them sizzle a bit. Nothing like being nearly strangled by a plant and then roasted by holy ‘fuck you’ magic.

“I’m glad you’re both okay,” Simeon pulled Luke into a hug and helped M!MC off the ground. “Did I ah... use to much magic?”

M!MC half-scowled at their saviour and wiped down their outfit. “Yeah. A little too much.”

“My bad,” Simeon ruffled M!MC’s hair. “I hope this serves as a learning experience for you two, Luke, don’t run off like that, and M!MC,”

The half demon nearly jumped in fear and surprise as Simeon swivelled to look at them. The smile on his face was far from comforting. “Don’t tease poor Luke too much, okay?”

“Uh... uh huh.” M!MC quickly nodded.

“Good! Now let’s head back, I think we’ve all had enough of the Royal Gardens.”

As the group returned, they passed a very red in the face L!MC and wondered what exactly went down in the time they were gone.

It’s common knowledge that Barbatos hates rats, it’s also common knowledge that A!MC is the embodiment of a ray of sunshine.

What does this lead to, you may be asking, well...

A!MC and their dear rat Templeton needed to hide from the politely homicidal Barbatos.

“Sh!” A!MC whispered into their pocket, the rat responded with an indignant squeak.

The Demon Lord’s Castle was absolutely massive, and trying to navigate it without a map was akin to wandering around an ancient pyramid filled with death traps. A!MC and their dear companion were wandering the place without a map and trying to hide from a butler that had the power to see into the future. The two fugitives were at a clear disadvantage.

A!MC had managed to stumble into an area that had paintings and statues completely everywhere, it was then they realized they were completely lost.

While quietly perusing the room, A!MC took notice of quite the lovely portrait of a woman. She had long flowing locks of golden hair and the most gorgeous captivating eyes... A!MC nearly shrieked when the woman’s eyes snapped to their’s and her face contorted into a scowl.

“Do I know you?” The woman asked, A!MC gulped and shook their head.

“N-no ma’am, I don’t think we’ve met...” A!MC mumbled before sticking out their hand for a handshake. The painting woman stared down at their outstretched hand, very unimpressed. “I’m A!MC, it’s nice to meet you.”

The half demon offered their cutest smile, their dad had lovingly taken the time to coach them in the art of being so darn tootin’ adorable that everyone would fall over themselves to get A!MC to like them. The moment the woman registered the smile, her scowl returned for a brief moment, then vanished entirely.

“Oh,” The woman smiled sweetly. “I do think I know you, do you mind coming a bit closer so I can see you better?”

Suffering from a complete inability to detect red flags, A!MC happily moved closer.

“Ah, just as I suspected. You look like Asmodeus.”

“You know my dad?” A!MC asked.

“Yes,” The woman’s eyes narrowed. “I know him quite well.”

A!MC was suddenly knocked off balance as a massive gust of wind shoved them closer to the painting. They frantically clawed at the stone ground as Templeton squeaked and squirmed in their pocket.

“Your father is the reason I’m stuck in this painting,” The woman explained coldly as A!MC tried to scramble away. “He escaped the labyrinth twice, but I don’t plan on letting you escape.”

“I-uh- m-muh-my dad’s probably really sorry about whatever he did! There’s no need to be rash!” A!MC stuttered.

“Yeah, no.” The woman huffed. “He had his chance to fix things. I’m getting even.”

“Not right now you’re not.”

A!MC swivelled their head around to see Barbatos calmly holding out a pair of scissors.

“Now Helene, I’d recommend releasing the child before I’m forced to take drastic measures.” Barbatos clicked the scissors together twice, and Helene paled. The wind pushing A!MC towards the painting dissipated and the half demon ran and hid behind the butler.

“Th-thank you...” A!MC mumbled.

“It’s not a problem, A!MC. Now I believe it would be a wise choice to move to another room.”

The two, (plus the hidden rat) ended up in the kitchen. A!MC shifted nervously as Barbatos began prepping lunch.

“Is there something you need to tell me?” Barbatos asked suddenly, A!MC straightened their posture and nodded.

“I um... promise you won’t be mad...” A!MC mumbled.

“I can assure you, I won’t be too upset.”

“I made a friend.” A!MC took Templeton out of their pocket and held him closely to their chest, Barbatos’s calm smile froze on his face. “He’s really sweet, please don’t kill him!”

“...A!MC.” Barbatos began slowly. “I’m not mad... just make sure it doesn’t escape and run rampant... now... please get it out of my kitchen.”

“Yes sir! Thank you sir!” A!MC turned and sprinted to their room.

Ugh... Barbatos, haven’t you ever watched Ratatouille? The rat can cook dammit!

When Luke went in to bake with his second dad he was very confused as to why Barbatos looked like he was having war flashbacks.

Huh... weird right? Anyway...

Good ol’ weird uncle Solomon suggested that after dinner everyone should get together and watch a movie.

L!MC and Solomon suggested that they watch The Conjuring and that idea got immediately shot down.

M!MC brought up that the most “family get-together” movie they could think of was Star Wars.

So they watched A New Hope.

“We could be watching the Conjuring right now.” L!MC murmured as they watched Luke Skywalker fumble his way to Obi Wan Kenobi.

“Yeah.” Solomon whispered back. “You know, I met Ed and Lorraine Warren.”

“Cool,” L!MC smiled. “My ren took me to their house once, when I went in to see all the haunted objects all the demons inside wanted to hang out with me.”

“Huh,” Solomon snickered. “Did they think you were Lucifer?”

“Yep. It was funny, Annabelle’s a pretty big asshole though.”

“I’d be an asshole too if I were stuck in a raggedy Anne doll since the 60s and not allowed to leave.”

“Both of you sh!” M!MC hissed, they threw some popcorn over their shoulder, which L!MC threw right back.

A while into the movie, M!MC elbowed Solomon and pointed at one of the aliens. “That’s you.”

“I’m so hurt…” Solomon pouted.

“And that’s you.” L!MC pointed at a stormtrooper that had just gotten shot with a blaster. M!MC scoffed and rolled their eyes.

“I’m not some dumb stormtrooper.”

“Yeah, you’re a little short for a stormtrooper.”

“HEY!”

“SHHHHHHH!” A!MC and Luke turned and started throwing their own popcorn…

The mess that they all had to vacuum after the movie was much more terrifying than The Conjuring ever could have been.

So, after a few days, Lucifer called to say that everyone was back to normal and the last remnants of the Demon-Flu were gone.

Yay! The kids could go back to their really overcrowded house!

The goodbyes were something to behold.

“Goodbye everyone! Come back sometime soon!” Diavolo waved from the doorway.

“Bye, Lord Diavolo!” L!MC smiled brightly and returned the wave. M!MC snickered and nudged them.

“That’s a pretty cold way to say goodbye to your dad-”

“Shut up…” L!MC growled.

“L!MC, what are they talking about?” Lucifer asked.

“Nothing!”

M!MC looked like they were weighing the pros and cons of surviving the conversation, then shrugged.

“M!MC, no, you have so much to live for!” A!MC pleaded.

“L!MC called Lord Diavolo dad!”

Mammon erupted into hysterical laughter while Asmo giggled and half heartedly patted L!MC on the head. Lucifer was not impressed.

“You know,” L!MC sighed. “I’m moving out. Lord Diavolo can I come live here?”

“L!MC, come back.” Lucifer trailed after his very embarrassed spawn.

A!MC pulled on their dad’s sleeve and cleared their throat.

“Yes sweetie?”

“D-dad, do you have a vehement hatred and or fear of rats?”

“Um-”

“Meet Templeton, he’s adorable and my friend.”

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Author’s note, The next part of the main series is coming next week… or this week… idk how long things take.

(Probably this week)

[beelspillowpet]

A Family - Beelzebub x Fem!MC

FINALLY! An NSFW piece with Beelzebub. 🧡 This one is just a tad bit self indulgent I must admit.

Thank you for the meal, @cosmic-whorror​

Content warnings: Breed Kink | Overstim | Multiple Orgasms | A bit of pregnancy talk

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You love him. Unconditionally. You have since you’ve met him. Sure his hunger pangs and his nightly runs with you could drive you insane, but no one was perfect. He tolerated you and all your issues, and he took them in stride. That was what love was. And you both loved each other, deeply.

You weren’t sure where the desire came from. You’ve never seen him so emotionally invested in something before. Not since you, not since his meal earlier. But you two were in the common room, watching a movie together. It was a romance movie, something Beelzebub was interested in watching with you.

The movie wasn’t too long, but the entire time you couldn’t help the way he kept his arms around you. Usually it didn’t bother you, but his hand occasionally brushed up against your tummy whenever anything relating to a family came on screen. Another time, while resting at a bench from jogging, a family passed you both by. He grabbed your hand and squeezed it. You were sure he was trying to tell you something by now.

You stole glances at Beelzebub every now and then at the dinner table as the bothers kept their conversations up. He wolfed down his meal like usual, before picking at his brothers if they were going to finish theirs. He didn’t dare ask you, however. Something he usually didn’t do.

While cleaning up afterwards, Beelzebub stuck around to help. It was like he said before, he didn’t mind if anyone cooked extra. It never went to waste, and he didn’t mind cleaning up the mess for anyone. You didn’t say a word to him the entire time, but he kept stealing glances at you. You knew what that meant; he wanted your attention once you two weren’t busy with chores.

You two were now cuddled up, again, on the side of your bed, watching a drama that was on tv. He was holding your hand like he always did, but every now and then he squeezed it.

“Bee?” you hum, rubbing his leg. “Do you need something? You’ve been acting awfully strange lately.”

“Ah, I’ve just been thinking to myself a lot is all. Don’t worry.” he brushes it off just as quickly, not taking his eyes off the screen. He’s nervous, and you can tell by the lack of eye contact he gives you.

You’re determined to squeeze the answer out of him, however. “Bee, I know what the problem might be.” Beelzebub’s lips tighten, and he peeks at you out of the corner of his eyes. “For a little while now, you’ve been thinking about her, haven’t you? She who shall not be mentioned.”

Ashamed, Beelzebub doesn’t answer. His eyelids drop nearly shut, and he faces away from you. “‘M sorry…” he apologizes. You know him so well. “I had a dream about her. Lately she’s been on my mind a lot. I just feel awful because we talked about this before. I don’t see you as her, but…”

“It’s okay to miss her. If you think about it, even though we shouldn’t… she’s still here with you. Right here,” you put a hand over his heart. “And here.” You take his much bigger hand, and place it over yours. “It’s just… things are different this time. Much different. Arguably, better, so that this is okay.” You lean forward and peck him on the lips, and when you pull away, his lips chase after yours into a much deeper kiss.

When you’re finally permitted a bit of space, you laugh. “See? It’s not so bad for either of us now. So no more gloomy Bee. M’kay?” Putting a hand on his cheek, swipe a thumb across his face. He puts his large hand over yours and sighs.

“I’ll just say it. It’s killing me to keep it from you.” You almost smirk. Here it comes. “I want one. A baby- a family. I want to have one with you.” You try your hardest to act surprised, but you’re essentially a struggling college student. You aren’t an actor, and Beelzebub knows this. “You knew?” he frowns.

“I’ve had a gut feeling, you could say. You’ve been acting weird when it comes to family lately. I just wanted you to be able to say it before we move forward. And… now you have…” you trailed off, looking away.

“So?”

“I’m still not too sure if I’m ready for it. But… If it makes you happy, I’m willing to give it a shot with you. We can start trying. Because that’s what love is; we give to each other. So this is my gift to you. The possibility of a baby.” Beelzebub looked overjoyed. He pulled you into his lap and squeezed you tightly. He was speechless, burying his face into your neck and peppering it with kisses. “Whoa now, big guy! You want to start now?”

He pulled away and nodded. “Yes, please.” Ever forward, he was.

You huffed, but not because you were annoyed. He was so eager, so honest about what he’s always wanted. The one time he wasn’t was when it was about this. Having a baby with you. “You’re so excited about this, look at you!” you laugh. You pull him into another kiss, and his hand goes up to your waist, drawing little circles into your clothed skin with his fingers.

Hungry for your touch, hungry for your kiss. He rolls his hips up into yours and you choke a bit, pulling away from his lips. “Beel- already?”

“I said I wanted to try now,” he pouts. “If you don’t want to, that’s fine.”

Your answer is to reach down and undo his pants. His response in turn is to remove his own jacket, tossing it to the side. The obnoxious amount of belts he wore was always a task to remove, but you soon discovered they were long gone. “Were you-?”

“I wanted to tell you tonight,” he said quickly, capturing your lips again in another heated kiss. “I figured,” another kiss, “if I just told you,” kiss, “then you’d understand.”

Overwhelmed, you decided it didn’t matter either way. You were struggling to get him to slide his pants down, but he stopped you short and lifted you off him. “Lay down, Pretty.” he instructed softly. He stood up off the bed, and let his pants fall to his ankles, where he kicked them off to the side before promptly ridding himself of his shirt. When you sat up on your elbows, he lowered himself down between your legs.

Pulling your skirt down with little foreplay was just like Beelzebub, just like how he opened your legs and gave a wet kiss to your clothed pussy. “Want you,” he whined, planting a kiss to your thigh. “Please, Pretty?” He thumbed at your clit through your underwear, waiting for permission to move them.

“Do you even need to ask at this point?”

Something flashes in his eye, and you flinch at the sudden brightness. In a moment, your underwear is practically torn off, and more kisses are being planted on your inner thighs, teasing you. “Starving,” he growls. His lips latch on to a section of your thigh and he begins to suck it earnestly. You clench your teeth, fighting back the moan but then the sharpness of his teeth scrape your flesh and you cover your mouth.

He’s always been careful about his teeth, even when he was mostly lost in his pleasure. You wouldn’t deny him biting you, so long as they didn’t break the skin. Him enjoying you, and you enjoying him, were the two things you both found important at times like these. You were sure he wasn’t going to hurt you.

When he pulls away, he plants a little kiss to the already bruising skin. “Love you,” he pants, running his tongue across the bruise. “Love you,” he cries. He loves you.

“B-Beel, enough already. Just do it…”

He breathes out, his breath tickling your pussy. He looks impatient himself, but he’s holding back. “If you really don’t want me to…” he slows. “I don’t want you to feel like you have to do this. It’s a big responsibility and you sometimes act on impulse…”

“I know, Bee. I know. If I told you I wanted to try, would you feel better?” He almost shakes his head. Instead, he just rests it in your lap, a frown on his face. “I want you to breed me, Beel. I want you to fuck me raw, and I want you to fill me up with your cum.” Your hand finds his cheek again and you rub it, massaging his skin in your touch. “I want you to fuck me so deeply, so thoroughly, that you knock me up. When your seed takes inside of me, I want you to be proud. To parade me around and show the others how fertile I am. How potent you are.”

He’s hypnotized by you now, hanging off your every word. He didn’t know he needed to hear those words so badly before. Moments after you’ve stopped, his face is between your legs, sticking his long tongue deep inside of you. At first it’s a bit frantic, but he settles into a pace, locking your legs around his arms so you don’t move. You’re squirming before long, and he growls in between your legs. You’re meant to lay still and open for him.

One of his arms sneak away from your legs and he reaches down to free his cock from his underwear finally. He moans into your cunt the second his hand wraps around it, and is pumping his fist furiously, rolling his hips as he groans into you. Unburying his face, he gives one long, hot lick up your slit, then spits into it. The pressure makes you jump a bit, before he wraps his lips around your clit and sucks it.

“Cum,” he snarls, dropping his jaw in anticipation for you. His tongue snakes out and back into your cunt, eagerly awaiting. Devouring you whole, you think.

Your hand grabs him by the top of his head and he leans as far as he can. Your orgasm crashes down on you, and he’s moaning his delights into your pussy as he laps up your juices. He’s almost surprised, he didn’t really expect that to work.

When he pulls away, he’s getting up again. You’ve collapsed against your comforter, face flushed. One of Beelzebub’s hands rests right next to your head, doubt slowly creeping back on his face. “Pretty, I-”

“Fuck me, Beel.” you command. “No more hesitating, no more games. Put everything you’ve got right in here.” You pant, opening your thighs again for him. He leaned forward and brought your knees with him, effectively folding you in half on your bed. You struggled to sit up right on your elbows again to watch him, your previous orgasm still making your thighs quiver. He slowly pushed in, his hand sliding up your belly to push you back against the mattress gently. He didn’t want you to strain yourself.

Once he had bottomed out in you, he dipped his head low and gave you a kiss on the cheek. “I’m going to put a baby in you.” he said. “Are you ready for that?”

You bite your lip. “What did I say about hesita-?”

Before you can finish your sentence, he’s drawn almost all the way out and slammed back into you. You would have bitten your tongue if you weren’t careful. His pace is unforgiving, and in your state you can barely manage to choke out your words behind each thrust. “Q-quietly…” you sob, trying to get him to have some sort of mercy on your smaller body.

“Want to fuck you,” he growls, baring his teeth at you. Like an animal. He means no threat behind his words, because immediately afterwards he presses a kiss to your lips, wanting to explore your mouth. You clamp down on him and he groans, caging you between his arms.

The force of his hips crashing into yours is making your body shudder, and with each thrust you’re trying to take even a little bit more of him if possible. The bed creaks in protest and your brain immediately flies back to the thought that someone else might hear you two.

“B-Beel…” you moan his name. His hips stutter to a stop and he looks you in the eyes. All he can see is your lust filled gaze, and his mind is screaming at him to fill you up. You’re practically begging him, in his mind. He resumes his cruel pace, this time capturing your lips with his. If you so desperately want to keep silent while he fucks a baby into you, he’ll try his best to make the best night of his life quiet.

Well, he tried. That was quickly over, as another orgasm ripped through you. He swallowed your scream in his kiss, devouring the taste of your mouth as he kept thrusting into you. Yes, this was going to be a long and pleasurable night with your favorite demon.

When you just couldn’t stop squeezing down on his cock, he managed to have enough restraint to pull out of you for a moment. Left empty of him, you looked up as tears formed in your eyes. The soft look in his eyes from a bit earlier was replaced with a hungry lion, and he easily flipped you over on to your stomach. He pulled you up by your hips and you relaxed as much as you could. At least until he pushed back into you, going back to his callous pace.

In this new position, you could feel him reaching deeper than before, and couldn’t stop yourself from crying out. “B-Beel! Please, not like this! They’ll hear us! They’ll hear us!!”

“Then bite the pillow,” he growls in response. He watches you in your feeble attempt to reach for the pillow on the opposite side of your bed before balling up your fist and arching your back. Another orgasm was building up in you and you were about to scream from the pleasure. In a last ditch effort, you bit into your sheets, and howled, his pace somehow getting even worse. All you could hear was his labored breath coupled with your own, and the sound of your slick escaping you and covering his cock. 

“Fuck, Bee…” you sobbed. He still wasn’t done with his first round and you’ve already cum twice. You almost regretted telling him you were willing to try if he weren’t giving you so much pleasure.

Clutching onto the bed sheets as he buried himself into you was the only way to anchor yourself to reality. Your insides stretched and expanded repeatedly as your body yielded itself to Beelzebub over and over again. Your last coherent thought was echoing somewhere in the back of your head: He had been holding back all those times before. This is why he wanted to make sure you could handle him.

You couldn’t think of anything coherent at the moment anymore. Nothing.

You didn’t know who you were or your name.

Beelzebub. You heard yourself shouting that word over the sounds of the bed springs straining. Beelzebub. Beelzebub. Beelzebub!

All you could think of were short, incomplete thoughts.

Hot. Hard. Good. So good. Beel. Keep going. Yes, yes… ah! Oh, Bee… love… I love you.

In and out. In and out.

THRUST! THRUST! THRUST!

Voracious moans and grunts mingled with the sounds of slapping wet flesh, filling the room with a symphony of sex and a smell of passion. Squelches and the bed creaking harshly echoed across the bedroom. You could faintly hear the bedpost knocking against the wall from the force.

His hands run up and down your spine. “Gonna cum…” And your brain screams finally! His thrusts are uneven, and through your haze of multiple orgasms, your first thought was how it’d been a while since you two had been intimate. What constituted as a while was simply a week, but that was enough for you two.

Hot, thick semen spilled from his cock and directly into you. The sensation of being filled to the brim with thick cock and hot cum triggered your final orgasm. Your knees and toes curled as you saw only white. Fire and ice burned under your skin and every sensation that kissed your nude body felt sublime.

So much pleasure filled you, destroying any thought, but Beelzebub hunched down and kissed at your neck until you managed to turn your head. His lips caught yours again and your entire body shuddered violently in the afterglow. He gave a few shallow thrusts to be sure, and you panicked thinking he was going to start up again. Your body couldn’t take much more tonight, and you were sure a cooldown period would be needed.

When he slides out you feel relieved, yet somehow empty again. He kneels down and peppers your thigh with more kisses. You only have the energy to move into a slightly more comfortable position on the bed as he gently pushes whatever cum that leaks out, back into you.

“I’m going to show you to all of them,” he whispers between your legs. “We’ll keep doing this. Every night until we get it right. You’re going to have my baby, Pretty.”

There’s the nickname again. You barely slur out a response, exhaustion hitting you like a truck. Beelzebub reaches for your discarded panties before gently getting you back into them. He shifts you onto the bed to lay on your back before kissing your forehead. “Would you like some water?” he offers. “Or maybe something to eat?”

You force a smile, your fatigue taking you someplace far away from Beelzebub. He almost laughs at your response, rubbing your belly. He gets into his own clothes, hot and sweaty still before turning on your fan. “I’ll make us something to eat and let your rest. Okay, Pretty?”

He doesn’t wait for you to respond. He’s probably hungry himself. You don’t bother calling him out for it, because immediately after he’s spoken, he’s out the door and towards the kitchen. You roll over on your side. I don’t want you to feel like you have to do this. It’s a big responsibility and you sometimes act on impulse…

Those were the words he told you earlier. He was right; you do act on impulse. You weren’t sure if you were ready for a baby. You weren’t sure if you ever even wanted any, as it’s never crossed your mind before. It was probably due to some experiences you’ve dealt with in your own home growing up, but this was different. This would be much different. A child with one of the seven most powerful demons in hell. Life would be as good as it could possibly get. Only if.

[hacked-by-jake]

Hey!

I've just got broken up with after 3 years because he cheated on me with multiple girls... (And blamed me for it)

Can I please request some Jake fluff? I leave it up to your artistic freedom, I just wanna feel better for a bit

Love your little stories, thank you for writing ❤️

The Truth

A/n: Hey dear, I hope you’re okay, I’m really sorry about what happened to you and thank you for telling me that. The words I will say are known from everywhere but they are true.You definitely deserve something much better than him. First of all, it is not your fault that he cannot control himself; it is not your fault that he cannot see your value. He doesn’t deserve you, and you don’t deserve to listen, it’s your fault. Even though it’s always easier said than done but you have to forget it. He's not worth your time, he's not worth your power, and he's not worth anything else. I wish you much strength and send you much love. Feel hugged and if you want to talk to someone you don’t know, feel free to write to me❤️❤️❤️

So, when I saw your message, I jumped right up to write this. I really hope you like it and that it will cheer you up a bit. I wish you a wonderful evening/ a wonderful night or a wonderful day. Take care of yourself. And thank you for the sweet compliments.❤️❤️

Summary: Jake tells you the truth.

Words: 2,1 k

Far away from you, you can hear the quiet bells of the church beating. It’s exactly 12 a.m. on a beautiful summer night.

The cloudless and pitch black sky offers a beautiful view of the sea of stars that sparkles above you and Jake and gives you the feeling that this is the eternity. On the edge of Duskwood town centre, on an abandoned high-rise, you sit cuddling with the Hacker and just watch the Quiet Night. Only occasionally cars drive through the streets of the small town, again and again lights go out in apartments and houses to end the day. The large windows of the shops and stores of the shopping street light up brightly and from up here the few people who are on their way home look like like little ants. You’re leaning your back against Jake’s upper body, and he’s got his arms wrapped around you. His head rests on your shoulder and your legs are knotted together.

You look up at the sky and watch the stars. Every now and then a plane flies by and you imagine yourself sitting up there with Jake on your way to your deserted island.

A beautiful holiday destination that you have traveled two times. A cute little wooden hut surrounded by white sand and crystal clear water. It is just perfect. You remember the moment when you were lying in a hammock with Jake in the middle of the night, under the starry sky and the moonlight, and he read you something from your favorite book. As beautiful as this moment was, as beautiful is this one too. In Jake’s arms, you feel like you own the world, like everything else is standing still and only you and Jake count. And it’s true, up here, it’s just you, him and the eternity.

Satisfied, you sigh, "It’s so lovely here, isn’t it?"

"You're right. It’s the most beautiful thing in the world," Jake whispers in your ear and breathes a tender kiss on your cheek, making you giggle. You turn your head a little to the side to see him, "I’m talking about the sky." He grins slightly, "And I’m talking about something even more beautiful."

Your cheeks turn slightly red and you are glad that it is not visible through the little light. Even after two years of relationship, he still manages to flatter and embarrass you, but the other way around it’s the same.

"You charmer" you joke and turn your head away from him again.

"No, I’m not a charmer. I am a man who only speaks the truth!" He whispers and draws you even closer to his body.

"Oh interesting, and what is the truth?"

He makes a superior sound, "Turn to me," he demands and lets you go so you can move. You do what he asks and turn to him. You sit between his outstretched legs and put your legs over his thighs and slide very close to him.

"Now, I am curious," you wink and look into his eyes that radiate so much love and security that you would like to cry the most, that you have the feeling that a whole zoo would rage in your belly, so tremendously tingles your whole body.

„The truth is that you are the most beautiful thing that could have happened to me. Before, I always felt like I didn’t belong anywhere. As if I were superfluous everywhere and nowhere would a person really understand me. I thought it was my destiny to be misunderstood by everyone and to be an outsider. But when I met you, with your extraordinary kind and your jokes. With your courage and your trust in me, I understood it wasn’t true. I realized that all I had to do was wait for the right person that I found in you. Since I know you, my world is colorful, I see the future and I don’t just live for myself. Or rather, I don’t just exist. Since I know you, my whole life has changed.

When I’m with you, there’s no place I’d rather be. You’re the last thing I think about before I fall asleep, even when you lie next to me every night. You’re the first thing I think about when I wake up, even if you’re half on top of me.

When I look into your beautiful eyes, I can see my future. I never looked for love until you came. I didn’t know that I longed for love and affection, I didn’t know how beautiful life can be. I didn’t know there was a person who made me feel what you made me feel. I had no idea that all I needed was you.

Before, it was just me and my computer. Trying to be anonymous and not letting anyone get too close to me even though that’s what I secretly wanted. All of a sudden, you made my world shine.

Everything I never thought possible became possible when I met you.

You know, MC, there’s flames, but you’re the fireworks, you’re the light that makes me see. Your eyes are my refuge, your touches are my salvation, your voice is my favorite music. Your smell is my healing, your lips my protection, and your love, my life. Your heartbeat is what keeps me alive, I don’t know what I would do without you. I don’t know how a life without you at my side was and is possible. When you enter the room, stops my heart for seconds and then beats twice as fast because you take my breath away.

Every time I look at you, I doubt whether this is the reality. Because I just can’t imagine how someone like you, so perfect, so beautiful, so sweet and tender, can be with me.

I know I talk a lot of messed up and confused stuff and I’m probably repeating myself, but if you could just feel what’s happening inside me while you’re sitting here with me, you’d think I’m crazy. And I am.. I am crazy about you.

I forget the simplest things around you. I forget how to talk and stutter all the time. Breathing is a hard thing too, because my emotions roll over when you’re there. I forget how to walk because I only have eyes for you and no longer look forward.

But I also forget all the bad, I forget all the pain, all the suffering, all the unhappiness. All thanks to you.

When I tell you something, you listen to me and you don’t just pretend. You’re interested in things I like, and even if I tell you boring computer stuff for hours, you listen to me carefully. If I’m not well, you leave everything behind to help me; if I’m happy, you’re happy with me. If someone treats me badly, you say something before I say something myself. You’re defending me from everyone and you’re defending me even if I’m not there.

MC, no one’s ever done this for me.

My heart is beating so fast I think it’s bursting. I feel drunk when you look into my eyes and confuse my mind, I feel so safe and loved. I feel like a human being since you’ve been at my side.

You showed me what happiness means, you showed me what love means. You showed me what life means and how beautiful life can be when you spend it with the right person.

I thank everyone out there that I can have you by my side. That I can be the person who is by your side, who may hold your hand, who may kiss you.

Who can sleep next to you, who can look at you all the time, who can protect you, and I always will. I will protect you from anything that could hurt you.

I would endure any pain in the world to stay by your side.

I would take any pain away from you so that it doesn’t hurt you, I would do anything to maintain your happiness and love. You are my God damn world! You are my angel, my heart, my one and all. You are my freedom and you are my prison, you are my happiness and my pain. You are everything, everything important in this world.

I wish I could describe to you how strong my love is for you but unfortunately there are not enough words to express it. And it drives me crazy that I can’t describe it to you, because I would love to.

I would like to express to you how damn much I love you because you deserve to see how I see you. Because you deserve to hear how perfect you are.

I love you so much that sometimes it scares me because I don’t know how to deal with it if you would to disappear from my life. I would never be happy again MC, I would never laugh again, I would never live again, it would break me, my dear.

We have too much in common. When you go, I go with you, when you cry, I weep with you, and when you live, I live. The truth is, all I am today and what I stand for is because of you, and I thank you from the bottom of my heart. You are all that matters to me, I love you so much that my heart hurts. You gave me a life."

Like frozen you stare at him.

You’re not moving, any more than you were during his entire speech.

Silent tears run from your eyes like little streams. Laughing nervously, the hacker also wipes away some tears that he has lost while he poured out his heart and laid it at your feet.

"I also don’t know where that came from," he murmurs in embarrassment and clears his throat.

You don’t know how to react, should you fall into his arms and crush him? Should you kiss him until you can’t breathe? Should you just burst into tears? Or maybe all together?

Your head has trouble processing all its words and your associated feelings, you don’t know if this is really happening. Whether that’s real, whether you’re awake, whether you’re even alive.

It all seems like a dream, like a dream you never want to wake up from, but that’s the beauty. This moment is real, and it is yours.

"Please say something" his voice trembles slightly and he looks up into the sky, "I am afraid that you get up and run away after what I have said."

The worry in his voice finally lets you break out of your trance. Stormily, your arms wrap around his neck to pull him into a hug. From the momentum and the suddenness he has no chance to hold himself upright and tilts with you to himself, backwards. He groans painfully as he comes up on the ground and remains rigidly lying down. You’re hanging on him, clawing at him like someone’s trying to pull you away from him, hiding your head between his neck and his shoulder. Loudly you sob up and a tremble shakes your whole body.

"I love you," you croak weepy. Your voice sounds as if you have excruciating pain, but at this moment you are the happiest person in the world. "I love you so much Jake, so unbelievable that it hurts"

"I love you, too, my dear," he whispers and wraps his arms tightly around your upper body.

"I don’t know what to say. Or rather where to start" a little laugh leaves your lips, "I don’t know how to give it all back to you."

Jake grumbles, "You don’t have to answer or return anything. Please don’t say anything and take it like that," he asks, "Don’t say anything and just kiss me."

Of course you’ll grant him his wish right away. You straighten up and wipe the tears from your face. You put your hands on his cheeks and look deep into his eyes. He smiles as he wipes a few strands of hair from your face and pulls your head down to him and closes his lips with yours.

You stay there until the sun rises.

🌹🎭

[cheri-cheri]

Heya Cheri! What are your thoughts after reading Gavin's mind quest: a deep sleep with moonlight ? Thanks for your hard work on your translations and have a nice day :D

It was a ROLLERCOASTER 🎢.

🍒 Spoilers from MQ: A Deep Sleep with Moonlight under the cut 🍒

1. I thought they were going to break up

There were so many alarm bells ringing in my head while I was doing the translation because I’d seen similar things happening in fanfics LOL. Fortunately, the writers didn’t go down the path I expected them to, but here are some reasons why I thought so:

[ Alarm Bell 1: MC’s annoyance towards the situation ]

Instance 1 -

Staring at my leg cast, I begin to sincerely hate the main culprit of this disaster.

Instance 2 -

From the glass window, I can vaguely spot Gavin’s shadow while he sits and leans against the wall, and I repeatedly curse the one who started this whole thing.

I don’t recall seeing strong terms like “hate” and “curse” used by MC before, so I imagined that her irritation would eventually reach a boiling point, and that she’d lash out at Gavin to give her some space 😂

-

[ Alarm Bell 2: They weren’t frank with each other ]

Instance 1 - MC hid how she was facing repeated acts of harassment

Actually, I’ve been constantly harassed by someone recently.

Instance 2 - MC hid her injuries from him

Minor: Boss didn’t let me tell you, so don’t betray me later.

Gavin: She didn’t let you tell me?

Instance 2 - MC hid how badly shaken up she was by the harassment

For a moment, my mind feels a little empty, and the emotions I’ve been stifling secretly make an appearance.

Instance 3 - Really?

MC: Gavin, I think you’re a little dangerous.

Gavin: How so?

MC: You understand me a little too well. It makes me feel like I have no secrets in front of you.

Hearing this, Gavin’s lips hook upwards.

Gavin: That’s okay. I can be completely frank with you too.

Gavin didn’t tell MC where he was slipping off to at odd hours, nor how much danger the both of them were in 24/7.

I can’t but wonder - if MC and Gavin weren’t chased by an Evol criminal while returning from the dark room, would Gavin have continued staying mum about the situation? 

I understand that both parties had good intentions of not worrying each other when keeping these things to themselves. But knowing that they were concealing things while at the same time claiming to have “no secrets” and how they could be “completely frank” with each other made me worry about a potential sense of betrayal :’)

-

[ Alarm Bell 3: This sad bgm during the car scene ]

The air is tranquil and quiet. As compared to how he had handled the earlier issue with ease, Gavin seems to be slightly nervous.

He rubs the steering wheel a little restlessly. His brows are furrowed, and he purses his lips in silence.

Gavin: Are you afraid?

His question is a little hesitant. He doesn’t turn his head, and simply stares at the pitch dark road in front of him.

DOESN’T THIS SOUND LIKE A SCENE RIGHT BEFORE A BREAK UP HAPPENS LOL I was sweating bullets when translating this scene.

2. The date evidenced Gavin’s growth in confidence

There are an insane number of references to past dates/asmrs in this Mind’s Quest (I counted 14 but there may be more). One particular reference warmed my soul because it evidences Gavin’s growth in confidence when it comes to protecting MC.

Let’s start from the very beginning:

[ Gavin’s R&S - Folded Time ]

Now that the girl’s Evol had begun to awaken, the peace around her may be shattered at any moment. By then, the distance he had maintained for such a long time would no longer be enough to protect her.

From this, we learn that he would have stayed away from MC forever if she didn’t have Evol, likely not wanting to drag her into the messy world of Evol and Evol criminals.

[ Late Autumn Date ]

Gavin: …we did miss out on a lot. Back then, I wasn’t certain if I could have you for life.

I look straight into his bright eyes, and laugh quietly.

MC: And are you very certain now?

Gavin: Mm.

Here, he is much more confident about keeping MC by his side and protecting her.

[ Mind’s Quest ]

Gavin: They think I can’t protect you, but I can. Aside from protecting you, I also want us to be together openly and confidently. To do the things we want to do, and to lead a life happier than anyone else.

The Mind’s Quest goes multiple steps further - he isn’t simply going to protect her. He will protect everything the both of them want to do, and become the happiest people in the world.

3. Delectable Teasing from Gavin

Instance 1 -

He places me back onto the chair. Rolling up his sleeves slightly to reveal his solid arms, he smiles at me while supporting his hands on the table.

Gavin: I’ll let you look at me like this, okay?

Instance 2 -

The lipstick seems to have been applied crookedly again. He brings his lips forward, rubbing mine unhurriedly, just as his fingertips did before.

His movements are unusually sluggish. His eyes are fixed on me, making me unable to leave his line of sight.

Gavin: I applied it crookedly. Sorry about that.

Gavin says this unapologetically. His soft chuckle lands on my lips, causing me to tremble.

He backs away slightly, continuing to focus on applying the lipstick. However, his gaze remains locked on my eyes.

Every single “accidental” smear of the lipstick is followed by a teasing and rousing rub.

G A V I N WHERE DID YOU LEARN THESE THINGS??

In short, I’m really happy at how comfortable they are with each other, and how they have cemented their relationship as one which is unbreakable no matter what life throws their way 🥺

[obeyme-kaidii-writes]

Love

ace!Leviathan x ace gn!MC

Words - 2503

Content warnings - asexual characters, some internalized acephobia, lots of love and comfort

Prompt/inspiration - a gift for a reader on AO3 ☺️

Summary - You head to Levi’s room to check on him after not hearing from him all day, only to find him crying alone. After talking with him, you both learn something special about one another.

AO3

You were standing outside of Levi’s door debating whether or not to knock. Usually he was the one calling and texting you, inviting you to join him to play games, or watch anime, or just to hang out together in his room. But today, he had been quiet. Something that hadn’t happened since your early days in the Devildom.

To make matters worse, he was leaving all your messages on read, so you weren’t sure if he was mad at you or just too busy to respond. And you couldn’t think of anything that he had been looking forward to recently that would leave him so occupied. While you were contemplating your options, you pressed your ear to his door to see if you could hear any sounds from inside that might give you a clue as to what he was doing. That’s when you heard the unmistakable sounds of your favorite otaku sniffling and choking back sobs.

“Levi?”, you called out to him, opening his door without waiting for a response.

“Hmm?! Yeah?!” Levi startled, roughly scrubbing at his face to rid himself of his tears and trying to make himself look at least a bit like he hadn’t spent the better part of the day sitting in his room feeling sorry for himself.

“Hey, Levi, what’s wrong?” you asked him gently, as you sat down next to him by his aquarium, facing the opposite direction so you could see him better. He had his knees drawn up to his chest, and by now had given up trying to dry his tears and instead just hid his face in his arms.

When Levi didn’t respond, you simply wrapped your arms around his head and shoulders and held him, running your fingers through his hair. He stiffened for a moment, unsure if he really wanted you so close right now, but soon he had released his hold on his own legs, opting instead to wrap his arms around your middle, practically pulling himself into your lap in the process. And as soon as his face was hidden in the fabric of your shirt, he started crying once more.

All you could do for Levi was hold him, gently rubbing his back and combing his hair with your other hand. You had never seen him so upset before. Is this why he was hiding in his room all day?

“It’s ok Levi, it’s ok.”

But it was definitely not ok. At least not from Levi’s perspective. This had officially been the worst day ever, and there was exactly zero possibility of it getting better. He had stayed up late the night before, crafting the most eloquent love letter he had ever written (well, the only love letter he had ever written), determined to give it to you today to tell you how he felt. And just as he was about to slip it under your door, he stopped dead in his tracks, watching as you smiled and laughed with his brothers on your way to breakfast.

Oh. That’s right. How had he forgotten?

Levi wasn’t stupid, he could tell how smitten his brothers were with you. It was obvious to anyone with eyes, and especially obvious to him who had known them for so long. They had all changed in subtle ways, becoming kinder, softer, more loving, since you had come along. And he had changed too. He knew that. He wrote a love letter for goodness sake. He never would have imagined he would be doing that for anyone that wasn’t 2D.

Still, there was one striking difference between himself and his brothers that he knew from all his anime and manga and dating sims was an essential part of any healthy relationship, and it wasn’t something he could give you. At least, not how he knew it was supposed to be. He loved you more than anything, he had no doubt in his mind about that. He even thought sometimes that you loved him too, with the way you would smile at him or gently hold his hand when he got anxious. But that didn’t make any difference did it? Love alone wouldn’t change things.

That didn’t stop him from clinging to you though, sobbing into your shirt and wishing you could just know how he felt and that he didn’t have to put it into words or explain. Hoping that maybe, just maybe, you felt the same, even though he knew that was impossible. But he could still dream couldn’t he? Dreams were all he had left now.

After a while, Levi’s breathing started to calm and he was able to focus on the sound of your heartbeat. He loved that sound. More times than he’d care to admit, he had gotten distracted just listening to it while you cuddled with him and watched a show together. Sometimes even falling asleep. You had never said anything to him about it before, but the way you held him to you now made him think that perhaps you knew and wanted to make sure he could hear it.

“Sorry,” he mumbled, trying to sit up, but you didn’t let him go and he didn’t fight you. He only snuggled closer to you, which made you smile as you hugged him tight.

“It’s ok, Levi. You don’t need to apologize,” you felt him nod against your chest, and you pressed a kiss to the top of his head.

“I was worried about you today. I tried calling you and texting you all day at RAD,” you paused before continuing, “Can you tell me what happened?”

He didn’t answer right away, and you felt his arms tighten around you.

“It’s ok, take your time. I just want to help,” you soothed, continuing to rub his back as you held him, patiently waiting for him to open up.

“...do you like any of my brothers?”

“Uh, huh? I mean, they're all important to me, if that’s what you’re asking. But where’s this coming from?”

“No, I mean like like them. You know,” he mumbled into your chest.

“Like do I have a crush on them?”

“...yeah,” he replied, meekly.

“Well, no, I can’t say I do. But seriously, where is this coming from?”

Levi didn’t want to answer. He was bad at this stuff. It’s why he wrote the letter in the first place. His thoughts and feelings would just get so jumbled up whenever he tried to talk about these things out loud. He tightened his fist around the letter that he was still holding, crumpled up in his hand. Maybe if he could just give it to you, you would understand?

This time when he tried to sit up and pull away from you, you let him, studying his face closely as he did his best to hide behind his bangs. When you noticed the wad of paper he was holding out to you, you took it from him and carefully unfolded it.

“What’s this?” you asked, and when he still didn’t answer, you started to read.

Dear Henry,

I bet this is weird, getting a letter from me right? I hope you don’t mind. I thought about talking to you, but every time I tried I forgot what to say so I thought writing would be easier.

I’m really glad that you were chosen for the exchange program, and that I got to know you. I’ve never had a best friend before. And you’re the best friend I could ever imagine. I know I’m just...well, me...but I hope I’m able to be at least half as good of a friend to you.

I love you.

xoxo,

Lord of Shadow

aka

Leviathan

You had to read over the letter a couple times just to make sure it was real and you weren’t imagining the whole thing. Levi loved you? But why was he so upset? And what was with all the weird questions about his brothers? As much as you wanted to leap for joy after finally receiving his confession, you were also deeply confused.

“Levi, I’m not sure I understand,” you asked, raising your head to look at him again. Levi was curled up on himself once more, hugging his knees tightly to his chest and keeping his face from view.

“What is there to understand? It’s exactly what it looks like.”

“Then why are you so sad?” you scooted closer to him so that your legs were touching again, and tenderly stroked his head, “Did you think I’d reject you?”

“That’s what you’re going to do isn’t it?” he said, sniffling and pulling his legs even closer.

“No, Levi. Of course not. I love you too.”

“It doesn’t matter.”

“Why would you think that?” your arms were now wrapped around his shoulders again, your cheek resting on top of his head. You had to admit that it stung hearing him reject your own confession, but it only strengthened your resolve to get answers.

“I’m not like my brothers.”

“I know, that’s why I’m here with you and not them.”

“I wouldn’t be a good boyfriend.”

“I’d like to be the judge of that.”

“But it’s true. I can’t...you know...do the thing.”

“The thing?”

“Yeah the thing.”

“I don’t know what that is, Levi.”

“THE thing. The thing only couples do,” he was getting a bit frustrated now. Were you really going to make him say it?

“Levi...do you mean sex?” you raised your head to try to catch a glimpse of Levi’s face, but all you could see were the tips of his (very red) ears as he turned his head more to the side and buried it further in his arms.

“...yeah.”

“Hey, that’s ok. You don’t need to,” you said, wrapping your arms back around him, hugging him tightly.

“Of course you need to. That’s what couples do,” Levi couldn’t conceal the waiver in his voice as his eyes started to well with tears once again.

“And where did you hear that?”

“I dunno. Everywhere. It’s how it is, isn’t it? You fall in love, you kiss, you...you know...and that’s how you know you’re a couple.”

“Levi,” you chuckled softly, “this isn’t a shojo manga or a dating sim. There are plenty of people in relationships that don’t have sex.” You pressed another kiss to the top of his head as you started to run your fingers through his hair like you had been earlier.

The truth was, this was the exact conversation you had been fearing and why you had avoided admitting to your own feelings for so long. You had been in relationships before, and some of them ended quite badly after you had explained your sexual preferences, or lack thereof you could say. The last thing you wanted was to have Levi reject you, but even more than that, you didn’t want him to think that there was something wrong with him that made you not want to have that sort of a relationship.

Learning that he felt the same way, and struggled with the same fears, was a huge relief to you, lifting a weight you hadn’t even been aware you had been carrying from your shoulders.

“There are plenty of ways to be intimate, to feel connected, that don’t involve sex. And I think we have a pretty good connection already, don’t you?”

You heard Levi sniffle, before he cautiously raised his head to look at you. He was surprised to see the understanding in your eyes, as well as the soft smile that spread across your lips. He hadn’t thought it possible to love you anymore than he already did, but here he was, heart threatening to beat out of his chest, while you looked at him like he was the most precious person in the entire world. When his tears started to fall again, you were quick to pull him back into a hug, and this time he wrapped his arms around you and buried his face into the crook of your neck.

“I love you, Levi. So much. So so so much,” you whispered to him, “Do you want to know a secret?”

Levi nodded against your neck, still too emotional to verbally respond.

“I feel the same way as you. I don’t want that sort of relationship either.”

He tightened his grip around you, soaking up all your words and reassurances. Did you really feel the same way as him? Is that why you understood him so well? Because you wanted the same things? Is that why he always felt so at ease around you? Because you never asked of him more than he was able to give?

“We can do things our own way, you know? That’s for us to decide. Doesn’t matter what anyone else does.”

“Really? I can just hug you and watch anime with you and stuff and you’ll be happy?”

“Yeah. I’ll be happy. I am happy. You’re my best friend, aren’t you?”

“Yeah.”

“Then that’s all I need. My best friend.”

The two of you sat in comfortable silence for a while, hugging and cuddling one another, the occasional giggle being exchanged as the smile started to return to Levi’s face.

“Hey, you think we could go cuddle in the bean bag? We could put on an anime or something if you want. My back is just getting kinda sore sitting on the floor like this,” you asked, straightening up and stretching out your neck. Levi was quick to agree and help you up off the floor, leading you by the hand to his oversized bean bag chair.

“Umm...do you think we could...just cuddle?” he gave your hand a small squeeze, blushing at having asked such a direct question.

“Yeah, we can do that,” you replied, taking a seat and tugging Levi down to join you, causing him to tumble into your lap.

“Ah! S-sorry…!” he scrambled to get off of you, but you only laughed and adjusted your legs so that he was seated between them, perpendicular to you.

“It’s ok, you can stay,” you said with a smile, gently holding him in place with your hand on his hip. Levi’s blush deepened, but he nodded in agreement, quickly wrapping his arms around your middle and resting his head on your shoulder, with his forehead pressed against your neck.

As you began to scratch his back, he relaxed more fully against you, enjoying your warmth and the tenderness of your touch. He could feel his worries melting away. He felt so safe with you. So understood. Accepted. It didn’t matter what weird quirk he revealed to you, intentionally or otherwise, you always embraced it, often revealing one of your own to help put him at ease. It was like the two of you were made for each other. Soulmates, if such a thing existed. And his heart had never before felt so full.

“I love you,” he whispered.

“I love you too, Levi,” you replied.

[weebswrites]

The Demon Bros: Their Dark Side (combining these two asks because they have very similar energy^^)

- if anyone is interested I can write a part 2 to this where MC and the demons reconcile hehe -

Lucifer (TW: attempted physical assault (not sexual))

He’s the avatar of pride, so the event that causes him to snap is when you accidentally tell the bros about how the two of you like to unwind (rated pg)

You didn’t think it’d be a big deal, they’ve been brothers for how many thousands of years?

But Lucifer erupts, suddenly in demon form

He stands over you, roaring his hand back as if he were going to slap you

Beel stands up and intercepts Lucifer’s hand, grabbing his wrist with all his strength and saving you

You wince, falling back a bit into Asmo’s arms, and he hugs you close

“MC!!!” he yells, rage obvious in his voice

“Asmo…what did I do…” you whisper, voice quivering in fear as the love of your life just snapped and almost hit you

“I think he wanted that to stay private, he doesn’t like us to know that he relaxes…” he whispers, “Don’t feel guilty, he shouldn’t be reacting like this”

“Lucifer…” you say, standing a bit straighter and looking into his dark red eyes, “I’m sorry. I didn’t know”

“You should have!” his voice booms, anger not subsiding at all

You look at him, eyes full of confusion and regret. You plead for him to calm down, to talk to you rationally and listen to your apologies

He growls, “The rest of you, out!” he yells, and they obey instantly. Asmo squeezing his shoulders around you quickly and Beel giving you a small smile before leaving

You ramble on for as long as he lets you about how you’re sorry and you didn’t mean to upset him

After a few minutes he cuts you off, “You didn’t upset me, you betrayed me”

His voice was cold, and without hesitation he turns and leaves the room

Mammon

You didn’t think Mammon, the avatar of Greed, would get mad about anything. You’d never heard stories about him turning into demon form, so you assumed it basically never happened

That is, until you take Levi’s side and scold him for taking more of his games and selling them

“I thought you were supposed to take my side no matter what!” he yells, two bat-like wings appearing before you

Your face gets red, and you take a step back, “Mammon…” you whisper, completely in shock

“What? You’re actually surprised that I’m pissed off right now? Humans really are idiots!”

You take a small step behind Levi, and he puts his arm in front of you, a bit of a shield from Mammon

“Mammon, calm down. They’re right and you know it, you just let your greed override your sense sometimes. Listen to your partner, they’re trying to help you” Levi defends you

“Yeah, Mammon, please. I don’t mean to insult you, I just don’t like seeing you always hurting others and stealing their things just to get money”

“I’m the avatar of greed, damnit! What do you expect?! You knew that before you started dating me, you can’t act like this now just because we’re dating”

“Mammon, I just want what’s best for you. There are better ways to get money than backstabbing your family!”

You’re definitely a bit afraid, but you’re not going to let him walk all over you

You bicker back and forth, arguing in circles before he storms off to his room, slamming and locking the door behind him

Leviathan

You’ve been hanging out with a new friend more and more, and he gets envious

You reassure him that he’s just a partner that you got assigned for a class, nothing more, but Levi can’t help but be jealous that its not him

Until one night when he asks if you can binge the new anime that came out, and you tell him that you have to meet with him to work on your project

“Why!! Why are you constantly with him, talking and laughing and working and everything!” he screams, voice cracking with emotion as he transforms into demon form

“Levi, I’ve told you it isn’t like that! The professor assigned us together, I didn’t even know him before this!” you defend yourself, exasperated with your boyfriend’s jealousy

“I don’t care!! You need to make time for me instead of him! He’s probably funnier than me, and he’s obviously handsomer than I am, you’re probably ashamed of always being seen with me so you’re trying to be with him more!”

“Levi, please. You know I love you and only you” you say, voice half caring and half irritated

“Yeah, right! See if I care, go be with your real boyfriend then, see if I care” he says, crossing his arms and exhaling aggressively

“Levi, no. I can reschedule if this is going to be a problem tonight, but he’s my partner. We have an assignment to do”

“No, go. I’ll watch the new season on my own. You probably don’t even like anime, you liar!”

“Levi!! Please, love, you know that isn’t true”

“I can’t trust you, not after this. Just go, have fun with your real boyfriend” he sneers, turning his back to you

“Fine!” you snap back, leaving his room and slamming the door behind you

Satan (18+ language)

You’re chatting about a book that’s supposed to be released sometime this year

“I heard that the ending is super cliche, the main character was unconscious the whole time or something overused like that”

“You what?!” he exclaims, transforming into demon form

“Fuck…Satan…I forgot…” you whisper, stepping a bit back as you remember how each brother took time to tell you to avoid spoilers at all. costs. with satan

“You sure as hell did!! I can’t believe you!!” he screams, running a hand through his hair in anger

“It’s probably not even true…I doubt the author would do something like that” you mutter, trying to save yourself from his wrath

“I don’t care!! There’s the chance now that that’s how it’s going to end, you know how my head works, now that’s all I’ll be able to think about while I’m reading!! Damn it!!”

He’s pacing back and forth, heat radiating off his body as he tries to control his anger

“I can’t forgive you for this” he states, voice cold

“Satan…” you whisper, stepping towards him a (tiny) bit

“Get away from me…” he scoffs

“Satan, please…I’m so sorry” you plead with him, desperate for him to forgive you, “I know how badly I messed up, I know. I would do anything to undo it, or to make you feel better. Please just forgive me”

“Anything, huh?” he retorts, smirking at you

“Yes, anything, please” you say, resisting the urge to step towards him again

“Then leave. Get out, I don’t want to look at you right now”

You feel your heart break and sink in your chest. Tears well in your eyes, but Satan stays silent, eyes unwavering at your emotions

You leave, walking slowly to your room, tears rolling down your cheeks

Asmodeus (drinking mentions)

You’re out one night at a club, dancing together and drinking (just to loosen up, not to get wasted)

You go to the bar to refill your drinks, and let a stranger hit on you, flirting back a bit until he offers to buy you a drink

You let him, because hey, a free drink is a free drink, and it’s not like Asmo hadn’t done the same thing before

Suddenly you feel a tight hand on your shoulder and you’re ripped away from the demon

Asmo drags you outside the bar, to an isolated spot beside the building

“What the hell do you think you’re doing?? Are you cheating on me??” he explodes, putting his hand against the building behind you, trapping you beneath him

“Asmo, I was just getting him to buy me a drink, I don’t even know who he is” you explain, “Why are you in demon form? It’s not like you haven’t done the same thing, you have no place to be mad”

“Excuse me?! I’m the avatar of lust, I can’t help myself from flirting with everyone, you have no excuse!” he yells, gritting his teeth

You go back and forth, him angry at you for flirting with someone else, him enraged at you for thinking he can control his urges

“Asmo, I’m always understanding of when you flirt with others, because I know it’s hard for you to control yourself. It hurts me to watch you do that, but I let you do it. I bite my tongue. I do that for you every time we go out, you should be able to let me do what you do every time at least once”

“I don’t care, I don’t want you flirting with other demons. Now let’s go, you’ve ruined the night and I want to go home”

Beelzebub

You’re snacking in the kitchen on some of his leftovers, scrolling through your D.D.D.

He walks in, “MC…”

You look up, instantly freezing when you see the anger in his eyes

“Beel…”

He erupts, “You’re eating my food!! How could you!!”

You drop it, “Beel, I’m so sorry, I thought it was okay…”

“Why, because we’re dating? That means nothing when it comes to food!”

His words hit deep in your heart, and you feel tears start to well in your eyes

All you can do is quietly apologize

“Damnit!” he yells, slamming his fist on the table hard, but not hard enough to break it

“I’ve made it so clear not to eat my food! Ever! Under any circumstances! And no one ever does!! What makes you think you’re special?”

“Beel…” your voice is quiet, “I mean…yes. I love you, Beel, I thought it would be okay…I’m sorry”

“It isn’t okay!! I’ve been looking forward to this all day and you ruined it…” he ranted, “Whatever, I’m leaving”

“Beel, no, please. Let me make it up to you” you say, getting up and chasing him out of the kitchen

But he doesn’t stop, he storms off and locks you out of his room

He’d never snapped at you before, much less turned to demon form because of something you’d done. There had been plenty of stories about Lucifer and Satan turning to demon form, and some of the other demons, but never any of Beel

You didn’t know what to do

Belphegor

He’d been sleeping more than usual, and you missed him

You knock on his door, eventually letting yourself in when he didn’t answer

“Belphie…Belphie…wake up” you whisper

He slowly wakes up, “MC…what…is everything okay?”

You reassure him that everything is okay, and that you just wanted to spend some time with him

He rubs his eyes and shakes his head a bit

Suddenly, he’s in demon form, and you have no idea what is happening

“You woke me up for that?? Because you want to spend time with me?? Ugh!!!” he yells

“Belphie…” you whisper, stepping back towards the door

“You know how much I need sleep, why would you wake me up for something as unimportant as you wanting to spend time with me!”

He’s steaming, “And don’t call me Belphie!”

You start shaking a bit, “B-Bel…Belphegor…” you whisper, feeling hurt and betrayed

“Leave!! I don’t want to spend time with the person that disturbed me!” he yells, walking towards you quickly

You flinched as he approached, not sure what he was going to do, but he just opened his door and shoved you out

He locks the door behind you, the click of the lock causing your heart to sink a bit

You place the palm of your hand against his door, “I’m sorry…” you whisper, sinking to your knees

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A/N: This got a bit general angsty, so I hope it’s okay! Thanks for the request, anon :) My inbox is open for anyone who wants to request! You can send in more than one per person, about any of the fandoms found in my post here. Love you guys <3