#or if he was crushing on lucie who would not really even realise it as she was too obsessed w this one ghost only she could see

[garvalhaminho]

matthew developing more romantic feelings towards lucie had so much comedic potential. love triangle between a blond and a corpse and she still would've chosen the corpse

[1chaerry]

Thank you for answering! I got into a fairy tail vibe again these days and the lack of stuff is criminal T^T

Anyway! Could I please have Sting and Laxus ( separately) reazling they have a crush on a fairy tail member! Reader please?

Thank you!!

ok I love this, I can totally see this happening, THIS IS SO CUTE

Realising they have feelings

summary: when realization hits, they know they're so doomed... in a good way

characters: laxus dreyar, sting eucliffe,

c.w: fluff, comedy, existential crisis, crush, local man finds out he is crushing on a Fairy.

w.c: 1.6k

Reader is called 'Saram', meaning 'Human/Person'

Sting Eucliffe

The first time he saw Saram was when he met Natsu the night of the preliminary round. He hadn't noticed her at first, how could he? She was quiet, practically hiding behind Lucy and Natsu, but he knew she was strong. Heavy magic levels emitted from her, he was surprised that someone so strong was in Fairy Tail. At that time, he had not paid much attention and moved on, forgetting the encounter.

The second time he saw her was not in a team, to his absolute surprise, he knew she was strong, but instead in the Fairy Tail stands, watching with a soft smile from beside Fairy Tail's Master, Makarov. She was sitting on the stone railing, legs dangling over the edge as she watched the opening and introductions. When everyone booed the first Fairy Tail team, despite the shock from her own guild members, Saram was cheering them on smiles and cheers of her. Her guild followed in quest: Sting found it a bit strange how she did not care and simply supported the weakest team.

The first time she came face to face with him was on Day-2 of the GMG, after Chariot. The moving challenge had rendered him, Natsu and Gajeel immobile and sick. After the challenge was over, Saram had come on to the field and first went to her guild mates, Gajeel and Natsu, her hands glowed a maroon color mixed with black, visibly making their exhaustion lesser and easing their sickness. What surprised him was that Saram walked over to him, kneeling down in front of him and quietly placed her fingertips to his forehead, a maroon and black glow, as he felt his sickness and exhaustion disappear.

He looked at her shocked, surprised, in disbelief and confusion, even opting to glance at her guild mates to understand why she was helping him: they didn't look bothered, in fact, they looked used to it. When his eyes met her, he was surprised to see how clear they were: no deceit, no bad intentions. Only a firm resolution to help him, nothing more, nothing less.

"Why...?" That was all he could say as she removed her hand. Without a pause, she said in a quiet but firm voice.

"You're a Dragon Slayer, right?"

He finds himself nodding wordlessly.

"Dragon Slayers don't do good with vehicles. I help Natsu and the others with it always, I don't see a reason to not help you too."

Makarov simply chuckled at her actions as he watched from the stands with the guild. Always a peculiar one, that one. Saram helped Gajeel and Lucy helped Natsu back to the arena resting area: Sting couldn't draw his gaze away from her retreating figure. And when he went back to his team's area, he couldn't help but kept his eyes on the woman who took her usual place on the ledge by her Guild Master's side as his mind stayed full of her thoughts.

When Bacchus asked for Elfman Strauss' sisters as a reward for the bet if he won, Sting did not really care. Not until he spoke of having Saram as an addition, too. He didn't notice himself, but Rouge did, his hands hand broken the ledge in anger, unknowingly, a dark fury in his irises. But it was simmered when Saram simply chuckled at the bet, mockingly albeit, "And here I thought being in an all mens guild would drive some manners into you, how disgusting you are to bet on women who have nothing to do with you lot."

Her words caused a shiver down everyone's spines, the silent threat and the smile that seemed like ice, "But it's alright, Elfman will beat you quite nicely for us."

Sting felt a flare in his veins, that challenge in her eyes was not directed towards him - instead at Bacchus - but he felt the dragon instincts within him stir. When the battle of Mirajane Strauss and Jenny Realight began, no one expected it to move into this direction. A glamor battle. The whole thing had drawn everyone's attention, even Sabertooth. When all the participating female wizards began joining, the cheers grew louder. Sting's eyes looked back to the Fairy Tail stands, not everyone had joined in, his eyes landed on Saram who was cheering on her guild mates, a glint in her eyes.

She was watching them all participate, chuckling and cheering, his eyes caught on the way she cheered with her hands moving, her eyes glimmering. Then, came the wedding dresses: he watched as Saram was laughing as she was also forced onto the arena by Titania, Erza and the Celestial Mage, Lucy. His eyes widened slightly as she rolled her eyes at them playfully and with a snap of her fingers, her outfit changed.

The dress was a stunning ball gown with a romantic and ethereal design. It featured a strapless, sweetheart neckline with off-the-shoulder tulle straps, adding a delicate and feminine touch. The bodice was intricately adorned with floral embroidery, showcasing a mix of pastel and muted tones, which seamlessly transition into the full, flowing skirt. The skirt itself was voluminous, made of layers of soft tulle, giving the dress a dreamy and airy appearance. The floral embroidery continues sporadically on the skirt, creating a cohesive and elegant look.

She looked so lovely that Sting felt his eyes stuck to her as she stood there with a smile, watching her guild mates and everyone else. He surprised himself more than he surprised her when he jumped down and walked towards her, strangely abash as he rubbed his nape, her eyes watched him in wonder as he extended his other hand, "Wanna partner up? You looked alone."

And he felt his heart almost jump out of his chest when she chuckled before taking his hand, nodding with a bright smile, the sun catching onto her hair and eyes, making them shimmer. Her voice was teasing and light as she looked at him, standing by his side, "Having one of the twin dragons as my partner? I'm rather privileged, wouldn't you agree, Eucliffe?"

"Sting. Call me that." He said, a bit embarrassed.

"Alright, then, you should call me Saram." Saram smiled, "Sting, thank you for saving me from being alone." She teased again.

Sting Eucliffe turned red at the situation as realization struck him. He really, really got into trouble didn't? Because otherwise, he wouldn't have gone and develope a crush on a Fairy. And if the rapid beating of his heart was any indicator, then Sting knew.

This feeling may very well develop into something more.

Not that he would mind.

Laxus Dreyar

The first thing he saw when he came back on Tenroujima camp was this ball of energy, practically bouncing around as she helped everyone. He eyed her in confusion and tried to comprehend if he knew her. Evergreen noticed the way he was staring at her; a smirk made it to her lips as she sat beside him, "Someone's eyes are stuck."

"Who's that?" He said, ignoring her quip.

"Saram. Our resident fireball." She hummed, tossing her hair over her shoulder.

"Fireball? She's like Natsu?" He asked, a bit confused.

"Better."

He didn't understand what Evergreen meant by 'better' until a while later. His jaw dropped as Bickslow's 'babies' kept passing through her, it was like she was untouched by everything and anything. Freed noticed his look of confusion and clarified, "Saram has a kind of lost magic called Flame Logia."

"Flame Logia?" Laxus questions, his eyes constantly on her movements.

"Yeah, I think there's another official name but she calls it that."

It didn't take a few minutes before he found himself in a stare contest with her as they say face to face, cross-legged across each other on the ground. He shifted his head to the right, she did too. To the left, she followed. Freed, Evergreen, Bickslow and Makarov were watching in amusement.

"You have tattoos?" She asked, tone cheery, a bit too cheery.

Laxus, to his own surprise, found himself nodding. Her eyes glimmered as she scoots closer, Laxus eyes her in confusion. Evergreen simply chuckled, giving a knowing look to Freed and Bickslow before walking off - the two follow after her. She eyes his tattoo with interest, he almost flinched when she moved closer and looked up at him with sparkly eyes, "Can I touch it? Can I, can I?"

He blinked before nodding. She touched the tattoo and he had to stop himself from shivering from her hand's touch; it was too cold for some reason. The rest of the day went by uneventful, a silent buzz amongst the members. For some reason, Saram decided to stick close to him. Telling him all the stories of the guild, the members and the events that happened while he was away. She looked so happy and cheerful in her stories that Laxus found himself looking amused and interested.

Even the next morning, she skipped over to him holding breakfast for him and herself: she spoke of stories and missions and how everything went bad on Tenroujima till now. He spat out his water when she asked him on a date, Evergreen was laughing.

"D-date?"

"I think you're cute. Come on." She smiled.

Laxus didn't like her. No way. Not in a way that he would crush on her. Yeah, she was cute. Her way of speaking was interesting. He found himself interested in her stories. They way her eyes glimmered when she spoke of the guildmates. How she picked out the tomatoes from her sandwich at last night's dinner— he paused.

Oh.

Ah shit.

He was crushing on her.

Hardcore.

The moment was cut short by the appearance of Acnologia, everyone scrambling and getting to safety. His eyes widened when he caught sight of Saram providing back-up Makarov as everyone ran on his orders. He could hear Natsu yelling.

"Master! Saram! Go back, you bastard!"

Natsu was yelling at him but he kept his head down. He had to listen. He had to listen. He had - oh fuck it. Everyone ran back to Master and Saram: determined to not leave them behind, Makarov yelled at them but Laxus smirked, finding it hilarious that he thought that his guild, his children would leave so easily.

"Wendy, Laxus, Natsu, Gajeel!" Saram yelled out, glow emitting from the bodies of the Dragon Slayers, "Go! I'll enhance you!"

A new profound power surged through their veins as they fought against the dragon. Yet, their power is not enough. It was sudden. The swish of Acnologia's tail was sudden and abrupt. And in it's trajectory stood –

Laxus felt himself falter.

- Saram.

Everyone's eyes widened as time seemed to stop for a moment; Acnologia's tail hit her, her body convulsed for a second before she was swatted away at the mountain rocks. Her body hit the rocks with an explosion and cloud of dust: a scream of pain before her body fell limp and unmoving to the ground.

His eyes widened and he ran to her, the others covering him, "Saram!" He yelled as he skidded to a crouch near her body.

"Ah, it's the pretty lightning dragon..." She said weakly as Laxus held her in his arms, rushing over to where everyone stood in a circle. He held her hand as she leaned her body weight on his own figure. And with a squeeze of his hand, Saram looked up at him with a weak smile.

His heart clenched weirdly, not from worry or concern, a strange warmth, "Lightning Dragon," She said quietly "Promise me something?"

"Go on, I'll try." He had small smile, a chuckle left him as he stood with his guild, his family in a circle, pouring their magic in.

"After this is all over, let's go on a date."

And Laxus smiled, used at her words, "Sure."

"And let me see your tattoos properly."

"Alright."

Maybe he never knew what it was like to feeling something for someone but as he stood beside this woman who he met only one day ago, he could say one thing. Laxus Dreyar somehow began to crush on a Fairy who bounced into his life with her wings.

Maybe the lightning dragon will collect this shiny fairy too.

[tevanbegins]

When we find out Lucy has joined Air Ops in the last few episodes of season 6, Buck is all "yeah that's cool, great for you" and all but not once does he express any curiousity or thrill at the prospect of pursuing a career as a pilot himself.

It's only because of his huge crush on Tommy that he asked for the tour of Harbor station in 7x04. He wouldn't have cared if he didn't get to see the choppers or the offer for flying lessons, he just wanted to spend time with Tommy in any capacity. At the time he only resorted to showing interest in Tommy's work specialty because he didn't exactly understand the nature of his feelings for Tommy and didn't know how else to get his attention. He would have gone and stared at rocks for hours if Tommy had invited him to do something as mundane as that, the boy was smitten so bad. That's why he came for the basketball game despite hating the sport so much because he knew Tommy would be there.

That's why he stared at Eddie in the firehouse because he was trying to think of ways to get himself invited to the game. All to see Tommy again. If his face fell when Eddie ignored him, he smiled again when he realised he could go to the game with Chimney instead. If Eddie was the one Buck wanted, he would have probably shoved Tommy on the court instead of Eddie. If Eddie was the one he loved, he would have not only been ashamed but horrified about what he did, not leaving Eddie's side even once until his ankle sprain got better even if the injury was minor. Instead the boy was busy having a meal with his sister at her workplace, adulting at home doing boring paperwork, and later reveling in the surprise kiss from Tommy in his kitchen and the date he just got. Not that he didn't care about his best friend but he was also maybe a bit pissed that he was becoming a major cockblock over the past several days, never leaving room or time for him to hangout with Tommy. But he called Eddie after being urged to do so by Maddie and Tommy, once his insecurities were addressed.

If Tommy was an unnecessary part of the equation, why would Buck ask Eddie when he was going to see Tommy again and hoping to be invited to the karaoke bar trivia night? Shouldn't he have devised some other plan that he and Eddie could do without Tommy? Eddie hanging out with Tommy was not really a problem for Buck. It was them doing it without him, his best friend excluding him in all of their plans and Buck missing out on all those chances to spend time with Tommy and get to know him better was what drove him nuts.

It's all so obvious and Buck says as much! Nobody asked him to tell Tommy that trying to get his attention was exhausting. It was completely unprompted and came from a place of genuine realisation. He was the one who started flirting with the head tilt and asking if the Muay Thai lessons would be right after the flying lessons. He is not a teenager to be so confused. In that moment he knew what he wanted and got it too!

Idek why I am writing all of this at this point but let it be known that we're not going to let some people's delusional misinterpretations change our understanding of the canon that's so crystal clear. We have the showrunner's interviews backing up our interpretation as well.

I seriously can't wait for the new season to start and see further development for Tevan so that we have something new to gush about (and the antis have something new to misconstrue) instead of going over the same stuff over and over!

___

[witchthewriter]

𝐇𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐄𝐝, 𝐏𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐫, 𝐂𝐚𝐬𝐩𝐢𝐚𝐧 & 𝐄𝐮𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐜𝐞 𝐟𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐥𝐮𝐝𝐞 | 𝑷𝒂𝒓𝒕 𝑶𝒏𝒆.

⤷ female, ambiguous race, and any size reader. Requests are open, thank you for reading!

a/n: all characters over the age of 18

ᴹᵃˢᵗᵉʳˡᶤˢᵗ | ᴹᵃˢᵗᵉʳˡᶤˢᵗ ᴵᴵ

𝑺𝑭𝑾🌿  

・You didn't know how it all started. You had no idea how or why all four of them were pining after you. Well, you didn't notice it at first. You guessed it was denial.

・And you never thought of yourself as that beautiful. Not compared to other women at court (which was self-confidence based, not on truth, but you didn't feel that.)

・But for some reason, you had caught all four men's eyes.

・Some thought you had put a spell on them, and at times, you thought that yourself. Because you would find hidden love letters, flowers and presents in your rooms.

・You would be escorted by one of them every morning to wherever it is you needed to go

・You were never ... without attention. You were always being asked for dinner, for a date, for a horse ride.

・But you weren't the type to take away someone's free will. Even if you did have a crush on each man.

・Peter was High King, and so passionate. So ready to defend his kingdom, his people and his family.

・King Edmund, but Ed as you knew him, was so witty, kind and you couldn't deny that whenever he winked at you from across a room your heart beat faster

・Caspian ... god .... his accent, his hair, the way he always put you at ease. And he always made time for you.

・And then Eustace, who the Pevensie's said he was once an irritating young boy, who had grown up. Narnia had helped him mature. Plus, you loved that wherever Eustace went, Reepicheep went as well.

・Eustace towers over you, and his smile ... you always get jealous when he smiles at anyone else. You would never admit that though.

・It was very suspicious that they all decided to pursue you. Susan had brought it up, talking to Lucy about it. They both wanted to understand why three members of their family were head over heels for the same young woman

・When they asked you, (you were slightly hurt by this and Lucy could see it on your face;)

"We don't mean it like that!" Lucy said walking forward and taking hold of your hand.

"Oh no! Not at all, it's just ... out of the ordinary," said Susan.

・Lucy had grown to be just as tall as her sister. And just as beautiful. You were confused as to why Caspian wasn't pursuing Susan.

"Oh! Because I know there are more beautiful people in the castle. And I've wondered why this was happening as well."

・You liked the surprises, which turned into dates. But now you knew that Susan and Lucy were gathering evidence

・Eustace was the first to ask you on a date. To which you said yes.

・He took you to his favourite spot in Narnia. A sparkling pool that cleaned anything completely off of you as soon as you got in.

"It's great for washing!"

・You didn't believe him at first. But he brought a pot of ink and spilt it all over his finest shirt.

・You gasped, but watched as he took off his shirt and plunged it into the water. Immediately the bubbles turned into sparkes, and almost like small rays of light bounced from the fabric, where the ink had once been.

・He pulled it back out and it was almost gleaming.

"H-holy god, this place really is magical," you said and touched the fabric. It was dry as well. But you were doing your best to advert your gaze. Eustace was shirtless and you were blushing...

"How did you come across this?" You asked, trying to take the attention away from the tension

・He coughed. Then put on his shirt.

"I-I love exploring Narnia-" He said with a slight smile, realising his actions

・You bowed your head and looked back at the water, hesitant to touch it. But you plunged your hand into it and instantly you were filled with light.

"Oh my-" Eustace said, looking at you like you had two heads.

"What is it?" You said, swishing your hand through the water.

"You're ... glowing."

・That's when a voice came forward.

"Y/N, what are you doing out here- oh, Eustace," said High King Peter atop his horse.

"Cousin," Eustace bowed his head as Peter trotted forward, his horse just as regal as he.

"Hello, my King."

Peter tutted, "how many times do I have to tell you. Just Peter."

・You blushed, already standing. You stood next to Eustace and felt incredibly awkward; not just because of the two cousins who were staring one another down, but because you were barefoot with unbound hair and completely without makeup.

"Well..." said Peter's horse. The mighty steed, Gideon, who was taller than you.

"I was wondering if you wanted to dine with me tonight?" Peter asked you, and you smiled, nodding.

With almost like a sigh of relief, Peter beamed but tried to hold it in, "I'll see you at seven in my dining quarters."

・Oh, alone. You hadn't had dinner with any of the men alone.

[oblivious-idiot]

London Calling

George Karim x gn Reader

Summary: You and George met while working for Fittes, you now end up secretly helping Lockwood and Co on cases. George has big fat crush and gets flustered.

Warnings: Fluff, spoilers to the season finale, swearing

Pairings: George Karim x gn Reader

Word count: 1.4k AN: I'm pretty sure I wrote this gn, but there might be a few slip ups here and there!

Back before George Karim worked for Lockwood and Co. he was working for Fittes, which is where he met you. The both of you worked on cases together and it was obvious that you two had become close - the sarcastic comments being thrown about by the two of you was enough of a sign.

Over a year had past since George left you with Kipps working at Fittes, not that you could really blame him. But every so often he’d use his little Karim charm to get some information on a latest case, because he knew that you wouldn’t say no to him, but he also used it as an excuse to see you again. He wouldn’t admit it, but George had a crush on you, and it had become so obvious that even Lockwood and Lucy had noticed.

Even with Lockwood and Kipps’ stupid bet on who could find the Bone Mirror first, you’d already started to help George and his team on cases and you wouldn't stop now, plus it would break you to see him lose his job you knew he loved. You didn’t plan on telling Kipps that you were helping George, obviously, he’d kick you from the team if you did, but it was a risk worth taking, and god knows Lockwood and Co. needed all the help they could get.

You were there when Lockwood and Kipps made their bet, if you rolled your eyes any harder they'd fall into the back of your head, but that case had been and gone now, even if you're still angry at George for what he said about himself, how he felt as if he wasn't needed. You needed that boy more than he would ever know.

A few weeks had passed since the Bone Mirror case and George is researching in the archives when you see him. You're off duty so you didn't have to wear your retched Fittes uniform, the thought of George wearing it still makes you laugh. You catch his eye from across the room and he motions to you to sit with him.

"What are we working on today Georgie?" you say as you slide down next to him

"You know, if you're so adamant on working cases with us, you should just join the agency" he says as he scrambles the papers into order for you.

You smile at his attempt to organise, you both knew the boy worked best amongst the chaos. "And miss out on pissing off Kipps and Barnes to sneak out with you? You would rid me of my happiness?" you laugh and elbows him playfully, he starts to go red in the cheeks.

You meet his eyes "You know I would George. It's not been the same working here since you felt. They really makes you feel disposable" you mutter out the last part, hoping he doesn't hear you.

George quickly adjusts himself and begins explaining the case to you. It seemed simple enough, a family had just bought a house which a Type One still resided in, so they agreed to the case - he made sure to mention to you how it took Lockwood some persuading, you both knew the boy was stubborn at accepting "easy jobs".

You arrived at the house before George, Lockwood, and Lucy showered up. It was still light so you pulled out the book in your bag you’d been reading about the Problem and just read until they arrived. One of the things George loved about you was the fact you were also interested in the Problem, he felt like he could talk to you for hours about the whole situation.

Once they arrived, you stood up to greet them - Lockwood and Lucy looked at each other when they saw your outfit, which if they didn't know any better, had George Karim written all over it. Under the scruffy leather jacket you wore, a pale green plaid shirt was visible along with an oversized band shirt tucked into your jeans. George looked a little flustered when he realised you still had the shirt you'd stolen when he worked for Fittes.

You all came together and set out the plan of what to do. You and George would set out on finding the source for the Visitor, while Lockwood and Lucy would keep it at bay.

You can’t say it exactly went to plan the way you wanted it to. Lockwood hadn’t gotten around to buying more supplies, so the team were all short on flares and salt bombs more than you would care for.

On top of all that, the Type One was more on the side of being a Type Two, making it a lot more unpredictable. George managed to find the Source, which was an old jewellery box, but when he moved the box it called the Visitor to his location. When you saw the ghost out the back of your eye, you called to George, but by the time he heard you the ghost tossed him across the room and away from the box, knocking all the air from his lungs.

Just as the ghost was closing in on George, you rushed to his side, rapier in hand, and managed to keep it at bay until Lucy threw a net over the Source. Your rapier dropped to your side as you helped George sit up and gather himself, he could see the look of worry in your eyes and grabbed ahold of your hand to let you know he was okay.

"George Karim, you are the most oblivious ghost hunter I know" you say, finally letting go of the breathe you were holding

He lets out a soft chuckle, his features soft as he looked at you. "What would I do without you y/n?" God he'd fallen hard.

"You'd be dead or had the Ghost Touch by now if it wasn't for me" you say as you pull him to his feet "and we all know Lockwood would go insane without his best researcher" you smile at him.

Once you and the team had cleared up the scene it had become light outside, you were all clearly exhausted and ready for some much needed rest.

"You should come back with us, to the house" George says to you "to rest up and eat I mean. You know my cooking is better than what you get at Fittes"

Lucy nods to you, you and Carlyle were becoming quite good friends over time. Lockwood just smiles at the two of you "You're welcome at Portland Row anytime y/n"

You spent the night, well early hours of the morning, asleep on a small fold out bed that Lockwood kept in the Lucy's room. George had lent you one of his oversized shirts to sleep in and a blanket. "Just promise you'll give it back this time".

You woke up early and got changed into your dirty clothes from the night before. You found the rest of the team were already in the kitchen, have a discussion that abruptly ended when you entered the room.

George set out four plates of food on the table and you forgot about the unheard discussion when you realised how hungry you were. Once you'd finished, you stood up and grabbed your jacket from the back of your chair.

"I'd best be off, before Kipps realises I'm gone and tells Barnes." you chuckle lightly "God knows he'll fire me if he finds out I've been working with you lot again."

You head up into the hall and grab your kit bag and rapier when you hear Lockwood call for you to wait up.

"George he-, he told us about your situation at Fittes, how unhappy you are there." he paused "I've seen how you fight, your researching skills are on par with George's. You'd make a great member of the team. Permanently."

You look at Lockwood, slightly taken aback from the proposal. "Lockwood I-"

He cuts you off and places a hand on your arm. "Think about it, but the job is yours if you want it. We all know George would be happier for it." He smiles and lets you go.

You nod and head out the door. You smiled at the thought of seeing Kipps' face when you tell him you're leaving.

[lucy-dulap]

To be damned

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"Did I say, I've been waiting for this day since you were born, spawn of Solomon."

The vulture in front of Lucy spoke with a gorgeous voice laced with pure haterad. Lucy backed off, the wet dildo falling to the ground as they desprately tried to put their pants back up.

"Humans have never been my favorite creatures, but you? You must be one of the worst ones out there. Did I say, I have nothing against you personally." The figure fully emerged from the screen, staring Lucy's frightened for with a perverted lust for bloodshed.

"But my lord was clear in his command. You must die by my hand." With a swift movement, too fast for Lucy to comprehend even in their paniced state, the stranger attacked, his sythe ripping the flesh of its target with ease.

Minhyeok had just gotten back from the short shopping trip. He even got Lucy a Dratini plushie since he wanted to make them happy for some reason. He could never figure out his feelings for this kid thrusted opon him, and it frustrated him to no end. He walked directly to his room, knowing Lucy would be there watching on of their videos. What he didn't expect to see was a glowing figure about to attack Lucy. Instinctively, Minhyeok jumped in front of them, his last thoughts being a bizarre blur of feelings that instantly became foreign to his corpse.

Lucy stared at the body on the floor, blood dripping from underneath it. Deep down they must have realised what had just occured, but they refused to believe it. There was no struggle, no fear, no anger, no sadness when seeing the body of their brother on the floor. A familiar static filled Lucy's brain as they just stared.

"Did I say, you humans should stop trying to be heroic. That was an act of suicide, nothing brave about that. Such a sinful creature, disregarding their God given gift of life..." The vulture glanced at the corpse with an almost familial contempt before raising his scythe once more. "Did I say, I never miss twice."

This time Lucy didn't try to flee the judgement of the weapon, instead, another figure moved them out of the way.

"Really, Gabriel? This is how low you've fallen? Attacking a child. I thought your father thought you better."

"Satan... I would scold you for using the lord's name in vain, but that would be a waste of breath."

The two were arguing, or more like teasing and taunting eachother, but Lucy heard non of it. They layed next to Minhyeok corpse, his lifeless eyes staring into theirs, both clouded by decay. Lucy did what they always had done when they were sad and confused, they cuddled close to Minhyeok. The blood covering their white shirt, still warm and sticky, but Lucy found it soothing.

Lucy felt a deep cut forming on their back, the sort that would leave a scar, the type of pain that would leave someone breathless and puking. But to Lucy it was a distant nibble, too lost in their head to feel anything on their body.

Who knows what the horned figure did to scare off the vulture. Lucy didn't and they couldn't care less. The horned figure shook Lucy roughly and they slapped his hand, who just responded with a giggle.

"Child of Solomon, get up, we have places to go."

Lucy moved away from Minhyeok and moved his head so it would face the other way. The blood had soaked their clothes, painting their skin with it. At this point, the intruder was the last of their worries. Now Lucy had nothing to worry about anymore. The horned figure snaked his fingers in front of Lucy's lifeless eyes starting to irritate him more and more.

"Human! Wake up!" The figure grapped Lucy's chin and moved it so they'll meet eyes. "...I can bring your brother back." This seemed to bring Lucy back to reality for a bit.

"W-what? Who are you?" They have been disociating for a long time now, this day crushing their spirit in ways they've never seen coming. Lucy was disorientated, unaware of what had been happening.

"I'm Satan. The king of Gehenna, the ruler of wrath. The angel that tried to kill you right now was Gabriel. He acts all high and mighty, but he oversells himself. But I'll explain all that on our way." Satan, as he introduced himself, picked Lucy up and forced them on their feet.

"I'll bring Minhyeok back if you help hell out. Are you up for it, kid?" Satan stared into Lucy's eyes with fiery passion, not accepting ignorance. Lucy couldn't speak or make any noise, everything cut in their throat. They just nodded. That was all Satan needed.

.

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Minhyeok woke up with the worst headache he ever had. He looked around to try and find Lucy, but there was no sign of them. A realisation started to dawn on Minhyeok and he checked the closet, which only verrified his worst fear. The suit was gone. Lucy ran from home... and they were planning to kill themselves.

[dutchannanas]

Episode 5 SPOILERS SPOILERS SPOILERS

Ahhhhh I just love Loopy and Haon so much 🥹🥹❤️❤️

The real battle begins... This is going to be tough

The second beat, beat 11, is such a Loopy beat but Yunha was so cool!

Wait it was Loopy's plan to take out most rappers? I had a gut feeling because why else would he go first? Loopy is strong but Yunha was stronger.

I think Yunha will eliminate a lot of rappers.

Huh?

This is too hard. These rappers are too good. I'll just shut up, sit back, watch & relax.

I didn't know who Nosun was but now I do. After he lost to Reddy, I paused the episode to follow him on Instagram.

WHAT IS THIS MELODY? Wow I have a crush on this beat lmao. Anywa, I don't doubt Khan's abilities but this beat and Reddy are a match made in heaven.

Reddy vs Kim Gahyeon. She did okay but she lacked energy. She played too safe.

Reddy let's gooooo~ I just realised I have no idea who is in Loopy's team, I was too focused on him 🤦🏻‍♀️ I'm starting to think Haon's team is going to win this Block Match. Yes, Reddy won again!

Reddy vs Yukon... Oh Yukon, that was it? I blinked and his performance was over.

Raf Sandou won? Reddy was too strong, they just had to nerf him 😌

OH NOW THIS IS WHAT I LIKE. Oh my god Bbulkup forgot his lyrics 😭

Alright Haon let's go!!!

HAON WHAT ARE YOU DOOOOOIIIIIIING

I'm so nervous it's not funny

I can't believe Haon lost. If I was a smoker, this would be a good moment to take a smoke break...

Raf Sandou showed another strong performance! I don't know who James Ahn is but he was amazing! I wonder if he went to Harvard 🤔

Okay okay okay last battle let's go! Now I really want to know in what field he got his master's degree. Wow I don't know who's going to win.

Congratulations to Block 2!

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Oh shiiiiit

Death match time 😧

Man I love Haon. I think if my leader didn't discuss this and suddenly my name got called out, I'd be so pissed.

ACAPELLA RAP? THIS SHOW IS CRAZY

I want to give Haon a hug 😔🫂

Okay so the 6 with most votes, win, the other 6 go home.

THEY ARE ALREADY VOTING?

AAAAAAAhhhhhhh this show is not good for my heart

Yo I'm actually loving acapella rap. They should implement that more often.

Even in death match there's a tie 😭💀 Hash Swan and Bizzy??? This is too much

Ahw everyone from Block 3 survived 🥹 I want to give Haon another hug 😔👊🏻

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That was HALF OF THIS EPISODE. If I could, I would smoke a cigarette now. So now what?

Replace leaders & recruit rappers!

I wonder what Kaogaii is going to do... Is he and Geegooin create a whole new team?

Oh! I didn't expect Khundi Panda to be interested in recruiting Owen. Hmm yeah, Owen can do multiple styles.

Hahaha this shit is so funny

Ahh next morning. I like these cute moments where they just follow their own morning routine together.

Block 7.. it must be frustrating for Tray B and Polodared, I wish them well in Block 1.

I wonder what will happen to Block 8. They want to recruit Loopy...? Maybe I should ask Loopy to marry me. Both things won't happen. So nothing changed 💀

This whole thing with Mckdaddy and Kaogaii feels like I'm watching a kdrama lol they're dragging it out as if he's cheating on Khundi Panda 😭😂

Block 5 is fucked

Ahww Haon did well as a leader, but it looks like that position is too much for him.

Block 8 changed their leader from Gamma to Hippie Khunda. I think she'll do well^^

Oh shiiiit is Block 5 going to fall apart?? Wait wait wait, I understand the plan to "drop off and rescue later" but if Block 7 is full, then there's no space for Luci Gang? Hmm risky..

WAIT THE SHOW JUST ANNOUNCED RECRUIT AND REPLACE TIME IS OVER?

This show might just be worse than Squid Game

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New Block Match!

Block Tournament. Wowww so many eliminations will come from this :0

Yeah Block 5 is FUCKED

Oh at least they can decide which Blocks go against each other in the first rounds. This will be interesting~

Starting off with Block 1 vs Block 4. I think the rest of the tournament will be shown in the next episode.

Wow that was fantastic! I have no idea who is going to win. I think Since Punchnello BoiB and SkyMinyuk worked well together but it seems like JTong stole the show.

Next is Block 3 vs Block 2 but that will be shown in the next episode. Ahh it's finally over~

[bridgertonbabe]

wait why penelope did that to sophie?! is lady danbury behind it?

omg i’m loving this so much!!! it’s amazing

and poor lucy, i’m sure she feels betrayed by everyone and stop talking to them for a bit also because she sees them as her family since her real family is her uncle and he isn’t really the best person

To answer Penelope's motives we first have to take a look back at what had led up to that moment in time.

Unlike Sophie, Penelope could live a fairly normal life outside of the academy during her downtime from fighting crime. She went to university, went for nights out, and socialised. During her studies she met Eloise and they quickly became friends (with neither knowing anything about the other's double life or secret abilities). Through Eloise she met Colin and for Penelope it was love at first sight. She loved being around him - his wit, his charm, his romantic outlook on life, and his compassion making her fall for him more and more - and missed him dearly whenever he and Eloise weren’t around (the siblings had the tendency to suddenly up and leave or disappear for days at a time, but always passed it off with various excuses pertaining to their large family). Penelope pinned her hopes on him one day being able to reciprocate her deep-seated affections - until the day she overheard him being teased by his brothers, who had noticed how obviously their sister's friend was crushing out on him. "No way in hell would I ever date Penelope." Colin had snorted - and it was these incredulous words that haunted her as she suffered through her devastating heartbreak. From then on she avoided him like the plague and eventually it became too much for her to even be around Eloise because of her association.

She left both Bridgertons high and dry without any explanation, and she tried her best to bury her feelings on the whole situation. There were moments where she even darkly considered using her mind control on Colin to make him love her back - but she always shook off the idea, knowing it would never be real no matter how hard she tried to fool herself and manipulate him into fulfilling her wildest fantasies.

Still, she could at least take comfort in the fact that she wasn't on her own; none of her Umbrella Academy members (who had become her adoptive brothers and sisters) had ever been successful when it came to love and romance. And for the longest time she genuinely believed that none of them ever would - until Sophie ran into her on her way out one evening, all dressed up and blurting out how she was on her way to meet her soulmate.

Penelope honestly thought she had lost the plot, considering the poor girl had holed herself away within the academy all these years; but then Sophie began telling her all about the man from her dreams. Penelope listened in shock and awe as Sophie explained it all and even showed her the screenshots Phillip had sent of her asleep and settled in her natural appearance. As pleased as she was for Sophie, Penelope expressed her doubts, especially as the man from Sophie's dreams had said he was also superhuman. She asked Sophie how she was so sure she wasn't being emotionally manipulated but Sophie asserted what she believed in her heart; that she and Ben were soulmates and once she went to the party at Aubrey Hall her life would finally begin as it was fated to.

It was at the mention of Ben and Aubrey Hall that Penelope's heart plummeted and she realised that Sophie's supposed soulmate was none other than Colin and Eloise's older brother. She barely listened as Sophie continued to wax lyrical about Ben, as Penelope's mind lurched into overdrive. According to Sophie, Ben had the ability to infiltrate and manipulate dreams and had used his superpower to work for a government agency - and suddenly the reason behind Colin and Eloise's frequent absences with little to no explanation dawned on her. If they all worked for the government and if Ben had superpowers - what were the odds that his siblings also possessed inhuman talents? She also began to wonder if her friendship with Eloise was authentic at all; what if Eloise knew her secret identity as Umbrella Number Four and was trying to get close to her? What if Colin had been brought in to meet her to charm and emotionally manipulate her? Was that why Colin and his brothers viewed her crush on him to be so damn hilarious? Because she had fallen for their trap hook, line, and sinker? And what if since she had stopped giving them the time of day they had turned their attentions to Sophie and had duped her as part of their strategically-planned ruse? 

Sophie then bade her farewell with an excited grin and headed towards the door on her way to meet Ben in the flesh - which gave Penelope only mere seconds to intervene.

"I heard a rumour... that you never went to the party at Aubrey Hall and went to bed instead... that you never remembered Ben or any of your dreams... that you've always had a dreamless sleep... that your mind was closed off from anyone else but me infiltrating and manipulating you."

Sophie came to a stop just before the front door and turned on her heel, her face glazed over, her eyes entranced and she instead walked back past Penelope and up the stairs as she had been instructed to do. Penelope's heart was pounding against her chest from the guilt of what she had just done, for robbing Sophie of her potential happiness - but she reasoned that what she had done was for the greater good. She was saving Sophie from being used and in doing so protecting the Umbrella Academy from Benedict and the rest of his family's manipulation. (And if there was a small part of her motivation that had been fuelled by jealousy for Sophie appearing to have an actual chance of love that Penelope never had... well, she chose to ignore it.)

To ensure her prevention had no hiccups, Penelope deleted the screenshots from Sophie’s phone of her in her natural form (and if Phillip were to bring the subject up, Penelope was sure she could dismiss him and claim the air on Mars was affecting his memory or thought process). For a couple of days everything was fine - until the morning she exited the academy and found Benedict waiting outside on the pavement.

They were both as equally shocked to see one another and Benedict asked her what she was doing at the Umbrella Academy before her identity suddenly clicked to him (when he had infiltrated Umbrella Number Four’s dream the night before in order to locate the academy’s location, he had been perturbed by Eloise and Colin’s appearances within the superhuman’s sleeping conscience). He first began accusing her of getting close to his siblings in order to uncover their secret work lives and the like, but Penelope quickly turned it back on him by pointing out he was doing the same thing to Sophie. At the mention of Sophie Benedict’s focus changed direction and he began demanding to see her, spilling the exact same things Sophie had said to her the other night; that they were in love, they were soulmates, and that they were going to start a new life together. It was at this point that Penelope realised that there was genuinely no subterfuge on Benedict’s part; she could see just how earnestly he loved Sophie and how much she meant to him. She could have stepped aside, led him to Sophie and lifted the mind control off of her so they could be together; but now Benedict knew she was a member of the academy, they were compromised. 

“I heard a rumour... that you turned around and went back home... that you have no idea of the Umbrella Academy’s location or that I’m a member... that you’ll never think to look for it again or infiltrate my dreams...”

And with the same dazed look on his face that everyone she had ever used her power over possessed, he turned and walked away. Penelope could have manipulated him further and wiped his mind of Sophie completely, so he’d never suffer the not-knowing of what happened to her... but at that moment Penelope had indulged in spitefulness. For having laughed along with his brothers at her crush on Colin and for adding to her hurt when she had never done anything to any of them, Benedict could get a taste of the heartache she still suffered with. Cruelly she chose to turn a blind eye to the fact that she was keeping him and Sophie from attaining the love and life they both so dearly longed for - well if she couldn’t be happy or be with the person she loved, why should they get to be?

From time to time she would feel a lapse in her decision - whenever she saw just how miserable and unfulfilled Sophie was she considered trying to make things right - but she stuck to her guns and chose to believe she had acted for the greater good. It was better to keep Sophie and Benedict apart than endanger the privacy of the Umbrella Academy; at least, that’s what she kept telling herself to sleep better at night.  

[streettealee]

Chain of Thorns spoilers ahead for those who do not wish to know them.

Okay, actually, this post have given me so much to think about and even articulated things I had issues with regarding the ship throughout the series. If you look at any other TSC series, the leads have waaay more chemistry and genuine moments of connection beyond, say, barely a handful of childhood events together, a couple walks and deals, and a fake marriage where not a lot happened save for, as the OP said, horniness. 

Hell, by the time ChoT rolled around, I sincerely was hoping for Something Of Substance that would make me feel like if Cordelia had to choose anyone, she made the right choice choosing James, you know? (And I should mention, I am biased in that I have a massive crush on James and wanted Cordelia to end up with him rather than Matthew anyway.) I needed grand gestures à la Will Herondale with the same tenderness and intimacy that both he and Jem Carstairs showed with Tessa. I mean, is James not simply an amalgamation of all their personalities combined? And, if he is meant to be the darker side of their love, not cursed but “damned”, could that have not been made more significant in the writing? How cool would it have been if we got to see James struggle with perhaps ideas of what love should be like, what it looks like, whether he will find it, who he is if he does not when he has been raised to believe finding someone you love is ever so important, rather than just... “oh no, I was under a spell for years and forgot my entire personality through some crucial years in my life that we’re going to skip over because the author just wants to focus on what happened with this childhood crush”. 

Because as someone else described in a post, we as readers do not truly know James since he has been under the dampening influence of the bracelet for most of his time in the books. I wanted more of that, more of the dark angst there, perhaps even Cordelia realising she loved a literal shadow of a man (my other problem: you may notice I said “man” here because it makes more sense than saying boy/guy, and yet CC continually stresses how underage Jordelia are even by the third book. Really don’t love that. I could have sworn that because Cordelia’s age had allegedly changed to 17, James would be 18, because there was supposed to be a year’s difference between them or something. But nope. So I guess Lucie and James are the same age (you see what I’m getting at here too?? Because otherwise Lucie’s still 16 while Cordelia’s 17 and Jesse’s... well, somewhere around there physically. Yet, I’m pretty sure Lucie and Cordelia were supposed to be the same age. Can you tell CC’s timelines are weird yet? Don’t get me started on the timeline of TLH’s events as a whole, Jesus Christ.)) 

Back to my main point there though: James barely knows himself, Cordelia does not really know him, they both kind of love each other “just because” but spend most of their time lusting rather than loving. At least Cordelia has cute moments of admiration, whereas like OP said, James has been quite focused on her boobs and figure in general. That’s really bothered me with CC’s writing of Cordelia. We know she’s gorgeous but we really didn’t need... all of that. I’m queer as hell and would drool over Cordelia, yet she’s more than just her body and vaguely clueless seduction. (Anyone else still reeling from how little she seemed to know at the start of Chain of Iron to how much she suddenly had a clue about mid-Chain of Thorns with no explanation? And how, still, nothing was explained to her?) 

CC really dropped the ball on TLH, in my opinion. We could have had more about James trying to find himself, maybe even actively push away Cordelia so he could figure out who he was without romance hanging over him and then Cordelia could do the same (not worrying constantly about being an old maid or widow, like, come on. I would have liked to see her wonder what more she could do with a life without a partner, the adventures she could have, and then maybe decide she might like it to have someone by her side for those adventures.) We could have had genuine moments of connection, where James was falling for Cordelia and not just having loved her the whole time since they were kids, and Cordelia realised things she never knew about James... kind of like he was a whole other person underneath the Mask... do you see where I’m getting at?

Anyway, I didn’t mean to write a whole essay, but that post really got me thinking. If you as an author open a can of worms, you probably shouldn’t leave them unacknowledged. What happened to character and story arcs and satisfying ends (either positively or negatively)? Tying up loose threads? Balance between character development and plot? Chain of Thorns was long, but I reckon it could have been made shorter even if the character interactions were extended to help make certain ships and decisions make more sense, because there would have been less unnecessary plot points. 

Edit: returning to an earlier point I made about whether Cordelia chose right -- she had more chemistry and growth with Matthew, honestly, and I did not want them to end up together. But there you go. But then CC kind of shafted Matthew in the end and, well, he got the short end of several sticks. I genuinely believe CC went out of character with a lot of the cast just to make Chain of Thorns fit some weird idea she had.

Why do you hate Jordelia? Lol I don't mind, I'm not very emotionally invested in them either way, but I'm super curious

Alright Herondaisy stans please scroll im about to be very mean

tw for incoherency

It’s just aaaaaarrrrrrgggggghhhhh in a bad way yk. Like there is no growth in this ship. Nothing happens apart from James talks about Cordelia’s tits. Like, you’re not special for that James. Your literal sister had more chemistry with your literal wife.

chog herondaisy is basically cordelia going ‘when will he notice me :(((((‘ while james goes ‘hm. 🙂’

and THEN Cordelia decides to defend James for fucking burning a house down by saying that she fucked him. Now, if I’d had a crush on a guy for years and he hadn’t even noticed me, I would most likely cheered when his ass went to jail. You’re better then me daisy.

and then we have that stupid fucking fake marriage. I want to preface by saying I really fucking hate fake marriage. basically all that happens there is horny chess playing for sooooo fucking long. Also that fucking whispering room scene. seriously it’s such a fucking cliche. ‘oh no we’re in trouble we should kiss’ AAAAAARRRRRRGGGGGHHBKVOKFJFGUFFSQTHJVF

and then we finally get to chot Herondaisy. this is where i enter my will wood era. In his words: ‘I am shitting. I am pissing. I am holding a toaster over a bath and sobbing the merciful name of G-d.’

the only good thing i got from chot herondaisy was james when fairstairs walked in making out because that shit was hilarious to me.

but oh my godddddd. Cordelia going ‘actually i choose my own man 💪💪💪’ WE ALL KNOW YOURE GOING TO PICK JAMES HOLY SHIT

Anyway they angsted for a bit then Christopher ‘The Cupid Of This Shit’ Lightwood came and single-handedly (well he had grace to help him) saved their marriage.

THEN they fucked. a lot. the end.

also cordelia is like very weirdly sexualised through the whole thing? like yes cc we get it this seventeen year old woc has massive tits okay???

ALSO it seriously feels like to me that it’s a childhood crush on both of their parts that they should have grown out of years ago.

so yeah it’s just a very flat and annoying ship to me and i am genuinely wishing divorce on them.

[demonsandco]

Smut Alphabet - Lucifer

All the letters for Luci have been answered now, so here's a post compiling them all together!

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

When he’s the one in charge, Luci acts like the king of aftercare. As much as he loves seeing his partner fall apart, he always makes sure to put them back together in the end. His go to thing is running a hot bath for his partner, letting him clean them up while also giving him a reason to hold them close and relax for once. After the bath, he’s pretty much at their beck and call, willing to run out and get them anything they need until they're ready to go to bed. It’s one of the only times when Luci won’t put up a fight about going to bed at a decent hour, instead opting to snuggle under the covers and pulling his partner close to his chest.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

For a long while, Lucifer’s favorite parts of him were his wings, but now they carry too many memories for him to view them with the same light. Now, his favorite body part would be his hands. He has long fingers and a firm grip, perfect for grabbing his partner’s wrists with one hand and pinning them down.

When it comes to his partner, Lucifer’s favorite body part of theirs is their neck. It’s such a vulnerable part of their body and it’s his favorite place to leave marks. It’s a trust thing for him, as well as something that makes him feel powerful. Knowing that he could kill them in a second with his sharp teeth pressed to their throat, yet they trust him not to hurt them excites him to no end.

(cont under the cut)

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

Lucifer cums a pretty average amount, but he can do so quite a few times in a row. His favorite place to cum is in his S/O’s mouth or on their face. Marking them in such a way feeds into his pride, and he can’t help but admire how wonderful they look covered on his seed. He would never force them to swallow it when he does this, but if they choose to, he is left feeling awed and even hornier than before.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

Lucifer is more than prepared to take this secret to his grave, but he has, on more than one occasion, fantasised about having a pact master use their pact with him during sex, with consent of course. It’s the idea of trusting his partner to the point where he puts his life in their hands and gives them complete control that gets to him. He’d be able to just lay back and stop thinking for once, while they use him however they see fit, without him needing to make a single decision. If his actual S/O ever suggests something like that, he’d be overjoyed internally, but he plays it off as simply playing along with their idea. He refuses to let anyone know how much he enjoys the thought because of how embarrassing he finds it.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

Lucifer has quite a bit of experience, but only when it comes to sex involving BDSM dynamics. He doesn’t mind hooking up with someone if he has the option to have complete control for the night. The type of sex he’s used to is very much lacking in emotional connection. He’s left feeling a bit unsure of himself when it comes to more vanilla sex, being the submissive one, or just sex that involves emotions. He knows what he likes and he’s very skilled in the physical aspect, it just takes him a bit of time to get into the flow of things with a partner that he actually cares about. Especially when emotions are involved. He desperately wants his partner to know how much they mean to him, but he’s not quite sure how to translate his emotions into actions from the very start.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Lucifer’s favorite position is surprisingly vanilla in nature. Call him old fashioned or cliché, but he’s very fond of the missionary position. It doesn’t matter to him who’s on the top and who’s on the bottom, he’s fine with filling either role. He enjoys the closeness that it offers, pressing his chest against his partner’s and feeling each time they take a breath. Plus it offers so much versatility! He’s in the perfect place to kiss his partner as much as he wants, but he can also bury his face in their neck, leaving kisses and love bites, while also muffling his moans.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

Lucifer very much prefers to take things seriously. He likes keeping the mood sensual and heated, and goofiness gets in the way of that. Some playfulness or teasing is perfectly fine, and even encouraged by him, but outright humor or jokes is something he’d rather avoid. If his partner insists on being humorous, he’d see it as them being bratty, and won’t hesitate to gag or punish them if they don’t listen to his warnings. It makes for a very easy way to rile him up, if that’s what they’re looking to do. His only focus in the moment is their pleasure (or pain) and his behavior reflects that.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

As with anything to do with his appearance, Lucifer takes meticulous care of his body hair. He constantly keeps it trimmed and short, even if he doesn’t have a partner who would be seeing it at the time. He’s prideful of how he looks and puts a lot of time into looking well put together in all aspects, even if no one will see it. He has a nice amount of body hair in general, though, his pubes leading up into a thin happy trail and a light dusting of hair over his chest. It’s all black in colour, just like the base of his hair.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

Surprisingly, Lucifer is very intimate in the moment. He considers sex itself to be an intimate and romantic activity. He needs to trust his partner quite a bit to feel comfortable letting them see him in such a potentially vulnerable position and that really shows. Even if he’s acting rough and dominating, he still can’t help but let a bit of softness and love seep into his words and actions. It’s one of the only times where he can voice his emotions easily, without his pride getting in the way.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

Despite having a very high libido, Lucifer rarely takes the time to take care of his needs. He usually puts it off in favor of working, until he suddenly realises just how long it's been, and how needy he feels. It leaves him feeling so pent up and tense, not to mention unbearably sensitive, but getting himself off just doesn’t leave him feeling satisfied enough to be worth the time. He would much rather get off with a partner than on his own, and he’s willing to stay all worked up until then.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

This comes as a surprise to no one, but Lucifer loves bondage. Having his partner tied, watching them wiggle helplessly, unable to escape his touch, never fails to excite him and make his heart race. However, not only does Lucifer enjoy tying up his partner, he also loves to be the one getting tied up. The feel of tight ropes biting into his skin as he squirms under their gaze sends blood rushing straight to his dick. Especially when he thinks about how much trust he’s putting in them. He’s leaving himself open and helpless, yet he knows that they’ll never do anything he genuinely dislikes, just as he would never do that to them

On a similar note, Lucifer is also very fond of temperature play, especially when combined with bondage or even sensory deprivation. He likes the subtle blend of pain and pleasure that comes with it, alongside the anticipation of not knowing which will come next. He could spend hours teasing his partner like this, watching their reactions and listening to their cries. Of course, he’ll also let them return the favor, tying him up and teasing his senses with ice cubes and hot wax. He’ll hold in his reactions for as long as possible, and it’s hard to break him, but if they know where to target, they’ll have him begging soon enough. The span of his back, as well as his thighs are extra sensitive and dripping wax across his spine while sliding some ice over his inner thighs will leave him desperate and begging in no time.

Unsurprisingly, the Avatar of Pride has a huge praise kink. Lucifer craves praise from his partner, enjoying the feeling of pride coursing through his body when his partner tells him how good he feels and how well behaved he is. He strives to please them as much as he can, and the validation that he’s a good boy sends pleasure coursing through him. Of course, Lucifer also gets pleasure out of giving his partner praise, too, when he’s the one in charge. He wants them to know how proud he is of them when they’re being good.

On the opposite hand, Lucifer gets a weird amount of pleasure out of being humiliated. He isn’t fond of humiliating his S/O, being humiliated? Having a mere human exert that much power over him? It excites him to no end and he can’t explain why. If they treat him like he’s a lesser being, spit in his mouth, step on his cock, anything like that, Lucifer finds himself cumming so embarrassingly quick. He has to be in a specific headspace to enjoy it, but when he is, having his pride crushed in such a way feels like such a thrill.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

Lucifer is a very private man and refuses to risk being caught in the act. The riskiest he’ll get is his office, but more often than not, it’s going to take place in his room. He prefers to take his time with his partner anyway, and that's much easier to accomplish on a comfortable bed, rather than somewhere else. He has more than enough self control to avoid doing anything too sensual outside of his room, where he feels safe.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

He’ll never admit it, but seeing his s/o acting bold or taking charge never fails to excite him. It makes his mind wander and Lucifer can’t help but imagine them acting that way towards him, disregarding his rank and power and taking control of him. He’s almost ashamed of having such fantasies, but that just serves to excite him further.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Exhibitionism of any level is a big no for Lucifer. He has a hard enough time showing regular affection in public, and anything even remotely sexual in nature crosses his limits. He considers what he shares with his partner to be very personal and vulnerable and he refuses to have anyone else see him in such a state. He’s also not fond of anyone having a chance to see his partner in a disheveled state. In his mind, their body and reactions are for his eyes only. No one else even comes close to deserving to see them like that.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

Lucifer very much prefers giving oral over receiving, and he’s damn good at it, too. He loves the amount of power it gives him, allowing him to control exactly how much pleasure he’s giving his partner. He knows exactly how to use his mouth to get specific responses from them. He’s also a quick learner and adapts to his partner’s preferences very fast.

While Lucifer doesn’t hate being on the receiving end, it takes some time for him to be open to the idea. Letting his partner have so much control over his pleasure leaves him feeling vulnerable and he has a harder time controlling his reactions. It takes every ounce of control he has not to grab the back of their head and set the pace himself, but he finds that it’s more worth it in the end to give them complete control.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

Lucifer’s pace heavily depends on the mood of the night. If both he and his partner are stressed and need some relief, he’s more than happy to go hard and rough. He does enjoy taking his time, though, and if his schedule allows it, he’d much rather keep things sensual and slow. Intimacy is a very important part of sex for him, and a fast pace feels like it brings things to an end too quickly for him to fully enjoy it all the time, but he still likes the roughness of it. Regardless of who’s in control of the pace, he enjoys it best when there’s a healthy balance, starting out hard and fast, before gradually slowing down and letting some romance seep in, only to speed up once again as he and his partner get close to finishing.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

Lucifer is a very busy demon, meaning that sometimes all he has time for is a quickie, but that doesn’t mean he likes them. When he’s with his partner, he wants to be able to take his time with them, keep a slow and sensual pace, but he often can’t find the time for it. He always thinks a quickie would be better than nothing, but they often just leave him feeling even more pent up and desperate.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

Lucifer isn’t the most open person when it comes to experimentation. Mostly because he’s already had experience with many kinks throughout his long life, and he feels that he’s got a very good idea of what he’s into. There are very few things his partner could suggest that he either isn’t completely against or that he hasn’t already tried. If they do manage to find something that he’s unsure of yet, he’s more than happy to try it out for them, as long as it’s in a controlled environment. His partner has a much higher chance of getting him to experience something new if he’s the submissive one for the night. Chances are he’ll end up enjoying it, even if he was a bit unsure at first. He thrives off of pleasing his s/o and they’ll quickly find that he has very few limits.

Lucifer is very fond of everything being safe and controlled, regardless of who is in charge for the night. He outright refuses to do anything he’d consider obscene anywhere that someone else could walk into. He wants anything that happens to stay between him and his partner, and his not a fan of risking that in any way.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

Lucifer has quite a lot of stamina, when he's not exhausted and overworked, at least. He's not exaggerating when he says he'll keep his partner busy all night long. He can take a few more rounds than the average human, but they last for ages. He's skilled at holding off his own orgasms, capable of making his partner cum on his cock a couple times at least, before finally letting go himself. He uses this to his advantage often, wanting to make sure he completely satisfies them before reaching his own peak.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

Lucifer has a rather impressive collection of toys, or perhaps tools would be more accurate. He doesn't own anything like dildos or vibrators, but he has everything from different styles of restraints, to paddles, to whips. He has no qualms using some of the… less extreme tools in his collection on his partner, and he's not opposed to adding some more commonly seen sex toys to the mix, as well. If they show interest, he's more than happy to switch roles and lend them his tools, but he greatly prefers the feel of his partner's body, rather than a plastic toy.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Lucifer is a huge fan of teasing his partner, but he’s very easily swayed by begging. He could genuinely spend hours teasing them and finding new ways to make them react, but as soon as they beg him for more, he loses all semblance of patience and control. Hearing his partner beg feeds straight into his pride, and he’s always weak when it comes to their wants and needs.

Lucifer himself is rather fun to tease as well. It may not be his favorite thing, but he enjoys it from time to time. It takes a lot of practice and patience to actually break him, though, but it’s more than worth it in the end. What’s better than seeing the Avatar of Pride crying and groveling, pleading for his partner to let him cum?

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

Lucifer purposefully keeps himself quiet, doing his best to avoid making any sort of embarrassing noises. It works pretty well for him at first, the most that’s coming out of his mouth being soft gasps or groans from behind his clenched teeth, but the closer he gets, the less controlled his voice becomes, letting sweet, delicate moans slip out. He’s still not the type of person to be extra loud or talkative, but it’s not uncommon to hear soft words of praise in between the whiny noises he can’t seem to silence anymore.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

Despite the sadistic and domineering persona he puts on, most of the time, Lucifer actually prefers to be the submissive one. He spends every waking moment of his life feeling like he needs to be in control and trying to take care of everything, that what he really craves is to just lay back and have someone else take the reins. It takes a huge amount of trust for Lucifer to admit this, but once he does, he’s willing to let his partner do whatever they want to him.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

Lucifer's dick is an impressive sight, but isn't too intimidating. He has a lot of length, more than the average human, and just enough girth to provide a stretch, without requiring extensive prepping. His skin flushes easily, making his a cock a pretty pink colour when he's hard. The thing that stands out the most, though, is that he has piercings down there. There's three to be exact, all lined up on the underside of his cock, forming a Jacob's ladder. They match the nipple piercings that he also keeps hidden under his clothes.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

Lucifer’s sex drive is pretty high compared to the average human, but it really isn’t very high for a demon. He’s always so pent up, however, that you’d never be able to tell that. He’s always busy, and when he does have time to spend with his S/O, he wants to do something romantic with them first, constantly pushing aside his need in favor of something else. By the time he’s finally alone and in the mood with them, he's so desperate and sensitive that he comes across as constantly horny, when he’s actually just denying himself until he can’t handle it anymore.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Lucifer has a horrible sleep schedule and struggles to get some rest even when he’s tired. The chances of him falling asleep before his partner are extremely low, even if they wore him out. Even if he doesn’t have any work he feels pressured to finish, chances are that once he finishes taking care of his partner, he’s still going to stay up. He’ll stay in bed if they ask him to, but he’ll find something to read or put on some soft music to keep him busy for a few hours, until he finally feels like he can rest.

[madamedevien]

Infernal Heat

Hey! It’s been a while - I really miss you guys.  Anyway, I know that a lot of you were keeping up to date with my Mammon x GN! Reader fic...while I’m updating it regularly on my AO3, I thought that I’d post the chapters that I’ve got here as well. I’m planning for it to be a 4 chapter fic, but let’s see how that goes! Warnings in tags (both here and AO3) - monster fucking comes into play much more come Chapter 3 and 4. The biggest thanks to @mawwart for their inspiration and @popcherrypop for reading over what I had all those months ago and actually helping me find direction. I’ve got a bigger/cheesier spiel on AO3, but anyway. Fingers crossed that the ‘Keep Reading’ line shows up here...

Chapter 1: Embers

The Great Mammon had woken up in a mood. He'd felt this creeping up for days now and he wished that it would just come and go already. It was hella distracting to have a constant tug of warmth and want in your gut, y'know? And it was annoying to feel the incessant need to primp and to add to the nest of pillows, blankets, sentimental and decorative items that now overtook most of his bed. But he was due a heat cycle. Annoyingly, he felt that it was probably going to settle in properly on that particular day and he'd been wrangled into going shopping by you. And for whatever reason he'd agreed. Not because he had a crush on you or anything. Damn, he couldn't even remember what you two were meant to be shopping for, that's how addled his mind was. Mammon really just wanted to stay put and perfect his nest. Maybe show it off to you. Although he wasn't sure if you'd appreciate the fact that he'd stolen a few items of yours while on laundry duty to tuck into said nest. Or that he wanted to maybe do something kind of nasty to a piece of your clothing. If not you. 

But would you want to? To see his nest? To lay in it, lay with him, to mate with him? He wanted you to. So very, very badly. He didn’t feel like he deserved you but, oh, to say that he wanted you was a vast understatement. Fuck. 

He groaned and threw one of his tanned arms over his eyes. The silveret realised that he was going to have to partially dislodge his beautiful nest to pull out Goldie (he couldn't go shopping without her - the very thought was offensive!) and that he was going to have to get rid of his raging boner before he faced you. 

So into a cold shower he trudged, loudly cursing the whole time.

---

Longest shopping trip in fucking history. 

It seemed like you were in need of freakin' everything imaginable. He wasn't to know that you were actually just taking your time because it'd been a while since the two of you had some time to yourselves. The demon had been acting strangely around you the past few days, although he was completely oblivious to just how weird it’d been for you.

And today, the Avatar of Greed just wasn't engaging. Questions went unanswered, as if he hadn't heard even when clearly looking at you, no boasting or sulking occurred, no bets or harebrained schemes hatched...he didn't even take you up on your offer of Hell Sauce Noodles! The demon was completely disinterested in all of this - the only thing he was interested in was you. He was also trying very very hard not to let his thoughts slip into anything inappropriate. Which was probably the single most difficult thing he’d had to do in all of his many years. Mammon wanted to take your hand and lace your fingers together; to shamelessly nuzzle your cheek in front of everyone on Silent Avenue. The thought made his heart swell. Better yet, if you were mated, he could kiss you in front of the whole crowd before publicly mounting you and-

Damn, it was hard to keep lewd thoughts at bay. He could feel his cheeks burning and looked away when your concerned expression turned to him. 

On the trek home (finally!), he fell into a lazy pace behind you and Mammon couldn’t help it as you walked together. His cerulean gaze raked over the beautiful curve in your neck - the space was perfect. In his mind, he could see how perfectly his head would fit and how the mark he could leave there would only accentuate the beauty of your skin. It’d be a gorgeous brand that would loudly proclaim to all, ‘I am mated to THE Great Mammon, the Avatar of Greed and Second of the Seven; don’t you dare even think to touch me’. The very notion only caused the flush of heat over his skin to worsen and his breath to hitch; he wanted to tear into his flesh to relieve himself of the insufferable and fiery itch.

The same thoughts washed over his brain again and again like some cruel tide, even once you'd passed through the doors of the House of Lamentation.

It took only a scant moment. He didn’t even think. The silver haired demon was aware that he was losing his mind due to his damned biology, but he didn’t realise that he was so far gone that he would do something so stupid. It was only your screech that alerted him to the fact that he had pulled you tight to his chest, that he was actually in the process of sinking sharp fangs into your supple skin. The sudden realisation made him tear off of you in surprise. 

Beel had been the first to burst through a doorway and into the corridor. The redhead stopped dead in his tracks and stared wide-eyed at the two of you; you with your hand clamped over the section of your neck that had been bitten, and Mammon an arm’s length away from with a look of abject horror painted over his handsome features. Stupid Mammon, indeed. The next to burst in was Lucifer, who looked ready for a proper melee. The sound that had come from you had genuinely startled the older brother, not that he’d admit that if asked. As his garnet gaze took in the scene before him, his mouth twisted unpleasantly. “Mammon…” Lucifer’s voice was dangerously low. Mammon shook his head urgently in response, “Nonono, Luci, it didn’t - I mean, yeah, it is what it looks like an’ I didn’t mean ta, but it...it’s not deep enough. Y’know?” The second brother sounded desperate. Mammon anxiously twisted his rings around his tanned fingers and had to fight back the tears that threatened the edges of his vision. He could have hurt you. “Oh, I think you’ll find that it’s more than deep enough.” Lucifer stalked toward you and put his hand on top of the one you were using to cover your wound. “Let me see how much damage the fool inflicted on you”. Mammon could see the frown that pulled at your mouth as you revealed the bite mark to his brother. No proper damage - the indents might linger, but no blood had been drawn; no skin had been broken. 

“It was more from the surprise than pain, Lucifer. I just wasn’t expecting someone to bite me, you know? That’s the kind of thing that I’d expect more from a very hungry Beel.” Your attempt to lighten the mood only made the Avatar of Pride’s expression sour further - but Beel muttered a small, “Fair”. Lucifer sounded positively glacial when he spoke again. “Beelzebub, please take our brother to his room." The Avatar of Gluttony nodded solemnly, gently taking the second eldest’s shoulder. Mammon stared miserably at the floor, guilt clearly written on his flushed face although he couldn’t bring himself to say anything. He didn’t trust himself to. Not after such a stupid stunt. As the other two made their way up the stairs, Lucifer pinched the bridge of his nose. 

This wouldn’t be pleasant.

--

It was no surprise to Mammon that Lucifer texted him shortly after the whole ordeal. He was just thankful that Lucifer hadn’t decided to come up to his room and literally tear into him after biting you. Of all the people to bite in the entire Devildom, it just had to be you didn’t it? Lucifer: Mammon. I have strictly instructed the household that you are not to be disturbed until I have given the all clear. You will stay in your room and I will bring you provisions at regular intervals. If you need anything, you will let me know. Are we clear? Mammon: Yes. Lucifer: Good. He waited, hopeful that Lucifer would provide an update on you. After an eon of waiting (which was actually all of seven minutes) he decided to ask. Mammon: Are they okay?

Lucifer: They are. And they will continue to be so long as you stay in your room and do not venture out. Ensure that you lock your door and remember to take your pheromone blockers as well or the whole house will reek of your mating scent. What were brothers for, if not a good motivational speech? --- Chapter 2: Flames Even with Lucifer’s reminder, Mammon had forgotten to take the pheromone blockers and to lock the door. He’d been far too distracted; worrying about your state of health, whether he’d damaged your relationship beyond repair, still trying to keep the lewd thoughts at bay, his instincts fretting over the piece of nest that had been dismantled earlier… It was a lot to be preoccupied with, okay? Without the pheromone blockers, the corridor outside of Mammon’s room was thick with the sweet perfume of a demonic male in heat. It was rich and cloying, the kind of scent that would cling to one’s clothes much to the annoyance of the other residents (Asmodeus excluded).  Mammon, however, didn’t care. He was too busy now attempting to cool the heat in the pit of his stomach and to regain some clarity of mind. An attempt at sleep had been made once his nest had been repaired and Goldie tucked into her rightful place, the lights turned down low and his clothes discarded to some far corner so that he could crawl into the nest in a comfortable state...but how could he sleep when obscene images of you kept popping into his head?  At first, he had tried to keep some semblance of his mind. The demon didn’t like to lose control during his heats. If he could keep his mind, he would keep to his more humanoid forms - and that was what he wanted. Because if you did, by chance, happen upon him...well. He didn’t want to scare you. Before he allowed himself to spiral into the anxiety of your imagined reaction, he reached for his ridiculously large bottle of lube. If he was going to dwell on the thought of anything, it was going to be how good he knew you’d feel… --- Mammon wouldn’t have been able to say how much time had passed. He had brought himself to orgasm more times than he could count - but it only seemed to just take off the edge. A demon’s heat was never an easy thing, but why was this time around so damn difficult?  Satan would have been able to answer that with ease, the smug bastard; if a demon chooses a mate they will, naturally, be most inclined to couple with said mate for optimal breeding. To not couple with a chosen mate could make a heat worse - but to withhold coupling at all? Well, it would be a foolish endeavour.  The Avatar of Greed hadn’t realised just how he was slipping ; wings and horns had appeared without him even registering and his fangs had dropped to a predatory length (which he only noticed when he had apparently attempted to put a mating mark on a pillow covered in one of your stolen shirts that he’d been desperately rutting against, much to his embarrassment).  His breathing was rough. Mammon was equal parts exhausted and invigorated. He wanted nothing more than to let his knees fall out from under him so that sleep would hopefully take him - he wanted to stalk down the hall and into your room and fuck you senseless. And if Lucifer found out? Well, Mammon would love to see him try to pry you from his arms.  The very thought made him snarl, his grip on his cock tightening. It was enraging to even think that his brother would dare, a thought that had him so preoccupied that he didn’t hear the door click open.  His blue eyes slipped over to you and the wet sound of him furiously fucking his fist stopped abruptly. It was impossible to tell which one of you was redder. This was not what he had been expecting. “Uh-” A rasp of your name interrupted you. “Didn’t Lucifer tell you not to come?” He watched as you nodded dumbly, “Yes”. Heavy breath was the only noise to pass between you several beats. The demon in front of you was wondering whether this was fate; you weren’t running, you looked interested and, fuck, you smelled so good. You smelled aroused and it made him growl; “C’mere then”. The way that you slammed the door and scampered toward him practically had him preening in pleasure. Just as eager, Mammon scrambled over to meet you, flustered yet excited, and hauled you up close to him. He bumped your foreheads together. From here it was easy to see how incredibly blown his pupils were, to feel how desperately ragged his breathing was. You were dangerously close. “Now, see here, I'm gonna give ya one chance to go. ‘Cause if I kiss ya, I’m not gonna be able to stop. I won’t be able to let ya go. You’ll be stuck with me for the whole fuckin’ ride, ya hear?” Holy shit, his voice was so strained. “Then kiss me, you dummy.” No repeat was necessary. Mammon threaded his fingers into your hair, hesitating for only the briefest moment before pressing his lips to yours. When you responded in kind his fervour, his deep rooted greed, quickly followed. He’d wanted to kiss you from day one and not a moment had gone by since  without him imagining it. This felt so incredibly right. But he couldn’t ignore the heat curling in his gut. He needed you, wanted you. And as far as he could tell, despite the dark whispers in the back of his mind saying otherwise, you seemed to feel the same.The way that you returned his greedy kisses, how your fingers had twisted sharply in his hair, how you didn’t seem to mind the messy clicking of his elongated fangs against your blunt teeth as he tried to figure out how best to navigate your mouth in this form - how could he deny that he was wanted?  Mammon's only regret when looking back on this evening with you would be not savouring your body laid bare for him for the first time. His mind was too heat-addled to appreciate it; he was unable to slowly peel off your layers and to have the sentiment returned in kind as he had previously fantasised about. In his mind’s eye, he had a whole big romantic gesture planned if you had decided to sleep with him. Previously, he had imagined how he would make love to you and treasure every moment of it...but alas… Your clothes were quickly stripped from you, sharp fangs nipping at new skin as it was exposed. There was no delicate treatment here and he paid no heed to the sound of torn material. When he next plundered your mouth, it was far smoother than the first time - he was a fast learner, after all.  The only complaint that he had about kissing you was that it muffled those beautiful noises of yours. When he broke the seal of your mouths it was to gently toss you back toward the top of the bed, deeper into his nest and into the comfort of a ridiculous amount of pillows - to properly secure you into his nest. To see you like that felt...good. It felt right. It was clear that was exactly where you belonged. The very image had him growling in satisfaction as he took the opportunity to crawl over your body, his fingers gripping at the meat of your thighs and hips as if ensuring that you were truly there with him. Thankfully, his nails had not yet turned into talons or they would have pierced through you with ease at the way that he handled your flesh.  Mammon had to take a deep breath when he looked at you this time. He needed to make sure that he didn’t hurt you while doing this - it was the last thing in the world that he wanted. It was unusual for the Avatar of Greed to put the needs of others before his own...but you weren’t just some ‘other’. You were you. His very own treasure, his very own mate. Reluctantly, a hand left your body to fish for something buried within the nest. “You’re fuckin’ gorgeous,” He coated his fingers generously in lube, desperate to ensure that he would cause as little pain as possible, “Just fuckin’ perfect”. Two fingers slipped into you as Mammon spoke, his tone low and hoarse. Never had he imagined just how difficult it would be to hold himself back like this, nor could he have been prepared for just how much desire he felt in that moment. The sensation of your hot core wrapped around his fingers had him shamelessly rutting against your thigh, a poor attempt at taking the edge off of his lust.  A human really had no business wrecking him like this. His heat cycles were normally pretty boring - desperate rutting for a day or two and then back to normal life. You had no right to set his skin aflame like this, no right to have him feel like he could cum just from the noise you made once he had three fingers fucking into your heat. The way his blood was rushing in his ears was deafening...and he wanted more. It didn’t take too long for it all to get too much. Even all of the dark hickies that he had furiously littered your neck, chest and shoulders with weren’t enough to distract him from the wet sound of his fingers preparing you or the stunning sounds he managed to pull from you when he got the angle of his hand just right.  Mammon would never admit it, but he kind of missed his target. The point of removing his hand from you had been to slip himself right in. Instead, as he kissed you he rolled his slick cock against your sex...which, to be fair, had felt better than your thigh. And if the sound that you’d made in response was anything to go by, you thought so too.  He liked that noise. A lot. So he rolled his hips against you again, groaning in response to you. Ever eager to please, the greedy demon found a rhythm that you both seemed to enjoy in the interim. “Ya like that, huh?” Mammon wasn’t sure where the cockiness in his tone was coming from when internally he felt so nervous. It was those very nerves that quickly had his hand moving to guide his cock to your entrance and thrusting into you before you could retort. Mammon didn’t realise it would silence both of you.  By no means was he a virgin. The Great Mammon would have it known that he was a proper Casanova type, thank you very much. He just didn’t realise how different it would feel coupling with someone that he truly and deeply loved. The heat causing that deep need to breed the closest thing with a pulse didn’t help things, of course.  It was...incredible, for lack of a better word. Divine. Mammon choked on an Infernal curse once seated completely in you and had to literally bite his tongue to keep an anchor on his self-control.  All of that hard earned control was thrown out the window when his name passed your lips.  There was no hesitation in how his hips pistoned, fucking into you relentlessly. His hands manoeuvred to cradle the back of your knees and he pushed your legs back to allow him more access to your body, his fingers gripping hard enough to bruise. The noises that left him were snaps and snarls of Infernal praise, not that he realised. The only thought on Mammon’s mind was his primal objective of breeding you until neither of you could move ; it didn’t matter whether you could actually fall pregnant or not. No logic or worry clouded his mind with these thoughts. All he could focus on was filling you with his seed until he couldn’t any more, the thought of your stomach tender and round because of his affections toward his mate... Mammon’s first orgasm came with an embarrassing quickness. When he spilled inside of you, his teeth sinking into the tender flesh of your chest, he was quickly filled with a relief and warmth that he hadn’t felt in ages. For the first time since his heat had set in, there was true clarity in his mind. While his natural instincts weren’t completely quelled, it was enough for him to actually think with something other than his adamantly pulsing dick. His relief quickly fell to mortification, the shadows of which were clear on his features when he pulled back to look at you. His cheeks were tinted red both from exertion and embarrassment ; he hadn’t paid enough attention to get you to climax. He was quick to stutter out your name, mouth tripping on the words that were trying to get out of his mouth as his sluggishly content brain tried to supply words just beyond reach. “What, isn’t The Great Mammon going to make me cum?” Your sass fanned the flames in his loins. A playful snarl was made in response, “Oh sweetheart. I’m going to make you cum so fuckin’ hard you black out. You won’t be able to feel your legs by the time I’m done with you”. And so The Great Mammon set to work. --- Mammon hummed contentedly as you lazily played with the hair at the nape of his neck hours later. This was perfection. Strong fingers stroked your thighs as he enjoyed the sensation of you wrapped around his hips, the pleasure of you sat on his lap while cuddled up together in your nest. The demon toyed with the thought of pushing his hips up just to make you gasp from the overstimulation, but decided against it. Although he was loath to admit it, you needed rest - because Mammon had been good to his word, ensuring that you both had more than your fair share of orgasms.  But this was good. The fire in his gut had died down to crackling embers, although he knew it would flare up again soon - but you would be there to help ease him through it. And you even seemed to like helping him out. What was the phrase… ‘mutually beneficial’? Somethin’ like that. His eyes fluttered open when he heard your chuckle. He couldn’t help but wonder if you knew how freakin’ stunning you were when you smiled like that. “What?” When your eyes met his, he was pouting frowning. The laugh that you let out only made his brow furrow more, “I said what. What’s got ya laughin’ like that, huh? You should be out like a freakin’ light by now”. It wasn’t until you replied that he realised how obvious it was, “I didn’t know that demons could purr”. Mammon squawked loudly and attempted to divert your attention - he sounded like a damn motor! It wasn’t fair! He wasn’t even able to control the way he was going off… It was embarrassing. “Well, yeah, y’know, sometimes. We’re incredible ‘n mysterious creatures us demons, y’know! Demons are capable of things that your human mind couldn’t even comprehend! Anyway, ’s not like ’s all the time or anythin’ like that…” He tried to occupy himself and forget about the heat radiating from his face by playing with your hair - but he could feel you smiling against the crook of his neck. “Yeah?” “Yeah.” The incredible and mysterious demon sounded more like a petulant child (well, a purring and petulant child). “So, when do you normally purr?” “I dunno. When we’re happy, I guess?” “Does that mean I haven’t made you happy before?” The way that he spluttered was definitely worth teasing him. “Who said that ya haven’t made me happy?! ‘N besides, this is different!” Even Mammon couldn’t deny that he was now pouting, but he tried to focus on the feeling of your fingers running along his shoulders. It was nice; soothing, even. Until he felt a sharp tug on the back of his neck.  “Ouch! You gotta be more gentle than that!” The look of surprise on your face made him want to curl in on himself. “Mammon - are those feathers?” “Phffft,” The greedy demon rolled his eyes and tried to deflect your query, “Shaddap. You dunno what you’re talking ‘bout”.  When your mouth opened again, he did take the opportunity to thrust sharply into you. At the gasp, he lurched forward with a passionate kiss. Simply to shut you up, of course. No hidden agenda. His pleased purring melted into a deep rumbling, the fire in his belly stoking itself back to life. It was impossible for him not to roll you over to allow him to bask in more of your shared passion. The laughter that ensued, laughter that he was sure was aimed at him, only made his heart swell as much as his cock.

[fandom-puff]

Boss

Pairing: Luca Changretta x Reader

Requested by: @peakyswritings ‘Hi! I hope you’re doing well💕💕 can I request something with Luca Changretta getting jealous when another man flirts with the reader?’

Warnings: threatening/violence, workplace sexual harassment

Gif creds to owner

“Might I say, Miss, that you are looking rather... ravishing today,”

Everyone in the office froze, looking between the new boy and you. You arched your eyebrows, one hand on your hip as you turned around from the filing cabinet. “You talking to me?” You asked, looking him up and down and sizing him up. When he nodded, you scoffed. “I’m married, son,” you said before turning around and walking off.

***

It was clear that the new boy, Antonio, had quite the crush on you. He would offer to buy you coffee when he went on his break, ask if you wanted him to carry some of your paperwork. The other men found it quite amusing, watching him trip over his feet around you, while you just ignored it, making sure your wedding band was in plain sight, rolling your eyes as you gossiped with the other secretaries.

“Oi, Tony! You best be careful. Her husband is due back in a few days,” your friend Lucy said and you smirked at her. “I reckon Mr Changretta would kill him if he tried anything in front of him,” she said to you once Antonio was out of earshot.

“Oh, God, don’t,” you said. “He’d kill him. I don’t mind him flirting... it’s just harmless... a stupid crush... but if Luca sees him trying to... get on me...” you looked back down.

As Lucy had said, Luca returned that night and you told him about Antonio, reassuring him that you weren’t upset, and that it was really rather stupid.

Luca let out a chuckle, holding you close to him. “So long as you are comfortable. He is my cousin’s son. And he’s always been a little shit,” you laughed slightly, kissing him gently as he stroked your back. “Come to bed, Amore, I’ve missed you,” and with that, no more was said.

***

That was until a few days later, you dropped some papers, and as you knelt down to gather them back up, you heard Antonio say suggestively “while you’re down there, YN,”

A tense silence spread throughout the room as you stood back up, glaring at him. “How dare you,” you hissed, eyes narrowed. The cocky little shit just smirked at you.

“I like ‘em feisty. What about you, Joe?” He grinned, nudging the man stood next to him who was trying to avoid your gaze, not wanting to be involved.

You moved before you could even think, slapping Antonio firmly across the face. “What the fuck is wrong with you? Jesus, can a woman not take a fucking complement around here?”

You were about to start kicking off on him good AMD proper, but a low voice spoke from the shadows. “That’s enough, Antonio. That is my wife youre speaking to,” Luca stepped slowly out of the shadows where he had been watching his cousin’s display. He came into the room just as you slapped him across the face, and knew it must’ve been bad to make you crack like that. Antonio went white as Luca prowled over to him, guiding you behind him as he drew a switchblade. Everyone in the room gasped as he back Antonio up against the wall, the blade at his throat. You tried to discern what he was saying, but quickly realised he was speaking in Italian, and while you could pick up a few phrases, you couldn’t quite catch the whole threat.

Either way, it seemed to do its job, as Antonio mumbled a quick sorry to you before practically running from the office. “Everyone back to work,” Luca said loudly, and everyone scurried back off to their tasks as he cupped your face in his hands, kissing you firmly, even with everyone still in the room. “You’re mine,” he murmured into your ear. “I won’t have scum like him trying to flirt with you, making you uncomfortable,”

You smiled sweetly, kissing his cheek gently. “Thank you, sweetheart,” you said gently. “Though I think you genuinely made him shit himself...”

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[bangbaby]

##CRUSH HISTORY !

to all the people lucy’s loved before . . .

LUCY: this is confidential information!

moodboard by kiki !

— IT’S COMPLICATED

bang christopher chan

male, 2014 - current

her closest friend ever since she was fifteen and moved to korea, chan has been by lucy's side through pretty much everything. they were platonic at first, but chan couldn't help begin developing feelings for her (much earlier than she had). regardless, they're both idiots because neither took the time to address whatever there was between them before one or the other entered a relationship. they'd also support one another through the aforementioned: before, during and after because there's nothing that brings them more joy than seeing the other person happy. that being said, neither can ever tell whether their crush is present and will cop out of telling each other the truth in fears of ruining their friendship or career. however, they’re never not flirting or attempting to impress each other— which leaves the question why they haven’t done anything about it.

— UNREQUITED (UNFULFILLED)

*redacted*

female, 2012, australia

before lucy started dating her first boyfriend, she had a crush on a girl she believed was way out of her league. she was probably the prettiest as well as smartest girl in their private school; and she might have been a bit of a bully to lucy (since she was a tomboy/more into sports than study), but lucy likes to think it’s because she just didn’t wanna admit she had a thing for her too.

jeon jungkook

male, 2014, korea

being a trainee and a really big fan of bts since their debut, lucy had to admit there was some part of her that wanted to date someone that was part of a band. what she didn’t expect was how big and fast they would blow up and obliterate her chances. but at the time, lucy only vaguely knew him through friends of hers and liked jungkook for his vocals as well as the small fraction of his personality he showed to his fans. lucy first met him through yugyeom before reconnecting again when they realised shared lee know as a common friend.

mark lee

male, 2014, korea

a cute boy (her dongsaeng) she’d met as a trainee and became close with due to their “foreigner” status (most english-speaking kids in those days got along well). and though he wasn’t the first trainee to have a crush on lucy, he was one of the only ones to admit it. sadly, at the time, lucy was in a relationship and had to reject him. but lucy actually fancied him prior to his knowledge and found him really talented/kind. though she appears to have moved on, no one knows whether he still likes her. the two are still friends however and communicate often.

han jisung

male, 2018, korea

interestingly, the only other member in the band lucy had any romantic feelings towards was jisung. despite being two years his senior, lucy felt the boy really understood her. the two connected through humour as friends, pain as trainees and spirit as songwriters. if either of them actually believed in soulmates and jisung convinced himself he was worthy of loving the girl, maybe something could have happened between them.

— FRIENDZONED

*redacted*

female, 2010, australia

lucy's first crush was on her friend in primary school, but said friend actually had a crush on who would eventually become lucy's first boyfriend. a confusing love triangle, but all lucy remembers from when she was twelve was their friendship not ending well in high school.

cha eunwoo

male, 2014, korea

dongmin had just become a trainee around this time, which resulted in most girls from the area to fall for him. this, surprisingly, included lucy, even after she'd just been dumped by her girlfriend. lucy, without hesitation, admitted she had a crush on him only a few weeks after they'd connected during a trainee event; but he politely declined her since his father didn’t want him to date. he eventually did anyway, which pissed lucy off back then, but they’re friends now and often make jokes about what happened. he is a sweet guy that lucy admires.

jeong jaehyun

male, 2015, korea

when dumb girl lucy fancies a hot, heartbreaker trainee preparing to debut she inevitably gets absolutely shat on by the other girls in line. except while those girls had to fight for his attention, jaehyun vaguely knew lucy as the australian girl his band member had a crush on once upon a time. they're more than acquaintances now, but he enjoys her company as a friend and colleague.

lee saerom

female, 2018, korea

saerom was a friend of a close friend of lucy’s (jiwon) whilst they were still trainees. very much lucy’s type— she’s smart, pretty and has an aura that is motherly/healing. she was one of the girls that supported lucy out of her long-term relationship and took care of her to the point lucy developed feelings. saerom, is unfortunately not into girls— and loves lucy like she would a sister.

— EXES

the first love

male, 2012, australia

lucy had her first boyfriend when she was fourteen years old. despite only lasting a few months, they shared their first kiss and had a very innocent relationship. they were initially the best of friends during primary school, but it was difficult to keep in touch after she moved to korea to become an idol. lucy still wonders if he thinks about her.

the toxic one

female, 2014, korea

when she was sixteen, one of lucy's friends asked her to be her girlfriend. and though lucy happily accepted, their love eventually became strained, not just because it was seen as unconventional— but that lucy was a trainee for a big company and was therefore forced to keep her a secret. her girlfriend was the type to easily (but understandably) get jealous and lucy, regrettably, couldn't give her the attention she wanted or deserved. the relationship involved a lot of arguments (abuse) that lucy matured and learned from, but used to feel extremely guilty for. she refuses to talk to lucy to this day, but doesn’t hate her enough to start a scandal.

the cheater

male, 2015 - 2018, korea

lucy's longest relationship lasted a little more than two years. she was seventeen when he was introduced to her by bang chan (as they were friends in high school). he was essentially her dream guy as he never pressured her (or at least, the naive lucy never thought so) and was always supportive of her hard work to become an idol. lucy gave a lot of her trust (self) to him and truly believed they would last (despite the warning signs). he never complained about her bandmates or the amount of time she spent with them, but lucy eventually found out it was because he was cheating on her. it still hurts lucy to think about how much of her effort/time was wasted on him as well as how easily she was used and made a fool of.

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[wildflowers-of-trolberg]

What are your 5 personal favorite Hilda fanfics?

Oooh okie so:

5. There Beneath The Maple Tree by ThePoeticWalrus (@trolbergoraclecolumnist)

Frida and Hilda sit beneath a tree to watch the clouds. When questions get asked, new feelings are found.

You'll notice this in most of my choices, but this is just a really soft and fluffy fic that warms my heart. There's a real sweetness to the whole thing, and something about how the pair's feelings are described is just so soft and earnest. This fic is in no small part responsible for Spare Room Safety, and I love how it handles Hilda and Frida's bond.

4. A bump in the night by Smart_heart (@the-hilda-librarians-wife)

Victoria Van Gale is a serious scientist. Even after her laboratory and workplace is destroyed, she remains the sort of person to look for the reasons behind everything. She likes being in control, she makes stern analyses and important experiments, and she… goes trick or treating with a bunch of kids?

I love Victoria, and this fic has everything I want to see for her; her playing the role of a guardian figure to Hilda, and the blue-haired girl and her friends worming their way into her heart, forcing her to ultimately reflect on herself. It's fun and cute, but it's also a genuinely really good redemption fic that doesn't push things too far and keeps all the characters perfect. And as much as I would love a sequel to see how much that halloween has changed her, Victoria's open ending is really good :))

3. Mum's the Word by Great_Raven_Parade (@great-raven-parade/@starlit-lion)

Alfur finds out ‘Mum’ isn’t Johanna’s real name. Tontu won’t stop teasing him about it.

This fic is honestly canon to me; it just feels like something that could happen in an episode of the show, from the subject to the tone to how all the characters are written, and it's just a really sweet and funny fic to explain a detail that the show never did. It's also where I got the phrase "not-hands" from, and I love the implication that Alfur will be adopted at some point.

2. The 5+1 Runaway Hilda AU by Nach0 (@nach0/@ultimate-kaisa-simp)

Thinking her mum wanted a better daughter, Hilda ran away from home. But deep down, she still misses Johanna.

Johanna was distraught when her daughter ran away. But she will keep searching for her, however long it takes.

The 5 times Hilda almost went back, the 5 times Johanna almost found her, and the 1 time they found each other.

This is the first fic someone ever wrote for me, and it's for one of my favourite AUs, so of course it's going to be on here. But why I really love it so much is how right it got that AU; Nach0 put in details that I hadn't even told them about, and got the details of Hilda and Johanna's separation and how they both coped (or didn't) so perfect. If it wasn't for this fic, the Runaway AU wouldn't exist as it does, and I love it to bits.

1. In Your Arms by ThePoeticWalrus (@trolbergoraclecolumnist)

An entire summer has passed since Trevor was taken in by Ms. Hallgrim, and out of the clutches of his mother. With a new school year comes a fresh start, and a chance to become who he really wants to be. When a new girl is introduced to the class, Trevor realizes that more has changed than he'd thought.

This one is another fic for one of my AUs; it's the sequel to Learned Behaviour, and honestly? It's the better fic of the two. I just love Trevor's arc so much, how he grows, makes amends for his past mistakes, and faces his fears now that he's free from his mother's abuse. His feelings for Lucy were also just really organically handled; it's adorable when you first realise he has a crush, and when he's trying to fix his hair to look cool for her, even though he hasn't realised his own feelings yet. And although they aren't major, I really love Hilda, Frida, Johanna, and Hilda's other family's roles in this whole thing; it's just perfect.

Also because this is me, you get some honourable mentions that I also think you should check out:

This is Somewhere by Great_Raven_Parade (@great-raven-parade/@starlit-lion)

"thank you, mom" by zayheathers (IDK if she's on tumblr)

The bells chime faintly, upon family found anew. by levi2207 (who I also don't think is on tumblr, although we have talked on discord)

A Familiar's Bouquet by Furashu (@furashuban)

Littlest Keeper by Nach0 (@nach0/@ultimate-kaisa-simp)

[newtonsheffield]

For spicy Sunday (or really any day that needs spice) could we maybe see an AU of the tension chapter of Bridgerton & sons where this time Kate and Anthony succumb to their obvious and overwhelming horniness for each other?

Well this is an interesting concept.

Anthony and Kate sleeping together in Glasgow.

I will admit, Tension is most probably the most overtly horny entry into the BSCU. There's no plot basically. Just Kate overheating and Anthony having to take a little longer in the shower if you catch my drift.

Let's, for a moment imagine what would have happened if they'd been a little less strong.

Kate stared transfixed at the muscles of his chest as they disappeared under his towel.

“Kate, is everything alright?” Lucy’s voice crackled towards her from the phone still stuck at her ear. Kate took a shuddering breath.

"Yeah, everything's fine Luce. I just have to go." She hung up the phone without giving her a chance to respond, her eyes still fixed on Anthony. Tension building between them, and it was impossible to tell who moved first.

Suddenly she was crushed to his chest, the water from the shower soaking into her blouse, his mouth hot, possessive against hers, tongues tangling, her mind racing uncomfortably. His hands were hot against her as they tugged at her blouse, untucking it from her skirt, walking her backwards until her knees hit the mattress, toppling back against it. Anthony's eyes went wide, as though he'd just realised what he'd done.

"Fuck! Kate I'm sorry, you were there and I-"

But she didn't let him finish, didn't want to hear about how much he didn't actually want her in that moment. She reached out tugging him to cover her, her lips claiming his, his towel abandoned on the floor halfway to the bed. His hands ripped at her blouse, the buttons tearing as he pushed it from her shoulders and she couldn't bring herself to care as his lips trailed over the newly exposed skin. trailing down her body, hands tugging at her skirt.

"These fucking stockings." He groaned as he tugged her towards the edge of the bed, her breath catching as his fingers started running little patterns along the edge. "I think about them all the fucking time."

And when she thought about this later, that would stick out to her, but in the moment she didn't have time. Anthony ducked his head, forcing her legs over her shoulders with a tug that stole her breath from her body, her hands tangling in the silky strands of his hair, tugging him impossibly closer as he pushed her higher and higher, relentless against her, his hands twisting in her stockings moaning against her. She could feel the way his hips were grinding with his movements as desperate as she was, his eyes staring into hers far too intense, the tension in the room stifling and everything shattered.

She lay, fighting for breath on the hotel mattress, her arm across her eyes.

"Holy Fuck." she breathed out, her shoulder still heaving. Anthony cleared his throat awkwardly.

"So um..." His hand running through his hair a little nervously and still Kate couldn't take her eyes off him. And again, Kate didn't want to give him any time to think about what he was doing. What they were both doing. She tugged him down to her again, their eyes locked together, his questioning, hers decided. She nodded, and apparently that was all he needed.

His hips ground against her a little punishingly, one hand tight on her waist, encouraging her towards him, the other in her hair, holding her forehead against his in an oddly sweet gesture considering the way his body was forcing her further into the mattress with every movement, one of her own hands forced to grip the headboard. And yet the most relentless part were the words that fell from his lips Oh my God, Kate. Kate, Kate, Kate, I never thought you'd let me- oh fuck. you're so perfect, right here right now.

And she couldn't take it, a soft cry tore from her lips as she shuddered against him again, His eyes blown wide as his own shout tore through the room. and he collapsed agains her. The silence of the room only broken bu their gasps as they fought for breath.

And as suddenly as it started, the tension was broken. Kate cleared her throat, pushing against his chest as she wriggled out from under him.

"We should probably get ready, we're going to be late." Her voice cracked as she stood from the bed, casting around for her clothes, tears stinging at her eyes inexplicably.

"Kate I-"

"It's fine Anthony, it doesn't mean, anything. It's just sex right?" She couldn't even bring herself to look at him as she disappeared into the bathroom, and when she emerged he was gone. But as she stared down at he positive pregnancy test a few weeks later, a little bit of regret welled in her chest.

[doomedship]

I was like WTF the entire time during the last episode, and ended with a huge sense of waste of time.

Tim was dismissive of Lucy, impatient, rolling his eyes at her in practically every scene. So much so I even deluded myself for a moment that she would have a serious conversation with him to demand respect. But joke's on me. She was oblivious of it, always the same smiley, humurous, shallow self.

During the bait scene of the week inside the van I felt nothing. It was contrived, it didn't add anything in terms of real progress to their story, it was not even that funny. (If they think that showing the actor's chest is enough, how insulting is that?)

Curious to hear your thoughts!

Yeah, it seems to be getting worse. The longer Lucy goes without a serious storyline or even a genuine exchange with another character about something other than her personal problems, the more I lose hope that this is recoverable.

Lucy always called Tim out on being an asshole when she was his rookie. Even though he had power then to make her life really miserable she made sure he never got away with treating her like shit. I believe that's how they came to a place of mutual admiration and respect.

Lucy hasn't seriously challenged Tim on a single thing this season (def not counting I won the bet / no I won the bet). And last season, if she did, it was like this:

Why are you treating Barnes better than me? / It's because I know what everyone needs and you were too nice / oh thanks Tim 😊

Where the ever loving hell did the Lucy who would fully lay into Tim and make him realise he was being an asshole go?

I didn't enjoy the van scene either. Lucy once again came out of it seeming like the subordinate because she seemed nervous, as if they wanted us to think she couldn't deal with being that close to Tim's chest. It was unbelievably brief anyway, and the whole set up was just a farcical gag. Like you, I didn't find it funny and obviously it had no bearing on any long-term plot points or character development.

And all this in the context of last week with Tim prowling around someone else is just leaving such a bad taste in my mouth. There are just no signs that Tim has any regard for Lucy at all. And Lucy's so shallow as a character it reads as a weird, immature crush if anything at all.