#soft sweet angel baby luke

[obxsprincess]

Just Luke shoving your head into the pillows while he moans the filthiest words in your ear (someone take my phone away)

yesyesyes especially when he’s brat taming !!

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he watches you spring into another cabin boys arms after winning capture the flag, your hair all messy, giggling n laughing like a sweet perfect fool. his sweet, perfect fool. you looked so pretty. n luke knew the tall, asshole of a guy was thinking the same thing

he wasn’t ‘fuckin having it’

“I get, ya’ were just being friendly, princess. but that fuckers not thinking like that.” his hot breath fans the back of your neck, n you’d believe he was mad at you when he drops you onto your bed, all greedy n mean as he sucks hickeys all over your pretty tits

“agh b-ut luke, he was on my team n’ he helped us win-” his brown eyes furrow in annoyance, finally looking up. leaving your pebbled nipple glossy n achy from his salvia

“so you want to repay him? is that the fuckin case, cause he got the flag you want him sucking on these pretty tits mhm?” oh he is mad :(

“n-no I didn’t say tha-” you frown at the oh-so familiar tingle in your tummy, his hands moving lower and lower…

“nah it’s ok baby, wanted some time with my favorite girl anyways. just shush n’ let me give her some…attention”

you didn’t think he meant your pussy when he said his favorite girl :( n his way of shushing was shoving your face into your plushy, pink pillows. muffling your whines in the cotton things n your angelic whimpers when his cock slides into the warm, tight little fit of your gummy walls

“mhmm, fuck-fuck yeah, tightest little pussy I’ve ever felt. ahhhh fuck she grips me so good.” he’s moaning into your dizzy ear like he’s married to your pussy and your merely their for the ride “don’t she baby?” he coos

“l-luke auh! m’here too!” tears of salty jealousy brush your lash line ??

“f-fuck, shush princess. why can’t you be as good as this sweet little cunt? she’d never fuckkk let another dick inside of her.”

your mascara stains the pillow cases as you try to wiggle, clenching around his so tightly cause this is supposed to be about you!! n the angles so deep!! but his pounding thrusts made you forget all bratty sense. now he was just rubbing it in, groaning n moaning all over your flustered skin

“pretty pussy knows only I make you feel this good,”

“your” thrust “fuckin” thrust “mine” finally he was talking to you again!!

”m’ all yours l-luke! g-gonna mphmm! cum!” your squeals encourage his hips to snap against your soft ass even faster. his balls slapping against you shushing you even more than the fluffy pillows

“goddd I’m cumming inside my girl tonight, you thrust deserve it. this- fuck your dripping— pussys mine too right, ma?”

”y-yes!”

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[lukesandromeda]

hard to sleep - luke castellan x reader

summary : luke convinces you to sleep in his cabin and it results in you helping him recover from a nightmare.

warnings: mostly fluff but a bit of angst - reader thinks luke is having a wet dream - luke is sad and scared 💔 my baby

a/n: not proofread and it's 1:38 am and i wrote this in only one hour so we'll see what it looks like later ig - couldn’t think of a title but when it doubt gracie it out

You'd sworn you'd try. You'd sworn you'd try to sleep in the crowded Hermes cabin tonight for Luke. You'd been hanging over his hips in a straddling position that was void of any real contact, just holding your body above him as you sat on your knees.

The two of you had been swapping kisses in between locked lips and smiles and giggles that escaped and found solace in each other's mouths.

"Stay," he'd whispered against your lips when you pulled away to get a breath of air.

You kissed back, breathlessly panting into his mouth. "No, thanks."

He pulled away, and you waited for a moment for him to catch his breath before you leaned in to kiss him again. This time, though, he caught you with palms flat against your chest and pushed you back for a second. He bit back a smile as he saw the look of petulance on your face and then he ran a thumb over your lips.

You parted them, and he accepted that as an invite to slip the thumb over the curve of your bottom lip. He sighed as he watched your immediate act of obedience, and then he huffed, "Stay."

You pouted, and gods help you, Luke mirrored it by tugging his bottom lip through his teeth to mock you. You huffed, brows furrowing at his expression. The silent exchange brought a lazy smile to his lips, his big brown eyes tracing over your lips. "Stay."

You rolled your eyes as you protested in a small, lazy voice, "I don't like it in here."

"Thanks," he retorted as he adjusted his hold on your hips.

"Welcome."

"Angel, don't you love me?"

Your eyes took in his face and you rolled your eyes when you saw the look of what you thought was mock desperation. "Sometimes."

"Mhm?" he grinned at your faux look of indifference.

"Yeah."

"Is loving me sometimes enough to get you to stay in my cabin tonight?"

You shrugged. "Sleeping in your cabin isn't exactly my favorite."

He shrugged back. "Shucks."

You wanted to slap him on the face, and you'd raised your hand to do so. However, unfortunately, (fortunate, actually, if you were being honest,) Luke was already taking both of your hands to his lips and pressing soft kisses to each knuckle on both hands.

"Your cabin is packed. And loud. I never get any sleep in here."

"Get that melanie shit. Helps you sleep." He suggested.

"Melatonin," you corrected absentmindedly. Your thighs were starting to ache from the job of holding your body weight above his, so you gently settled on his hips. He made a noise of approval, hands squeezing your hips.

"Sleep in here tonight. Please." He begged. "Try for me. I need you tonight."

You rolled your eyes as if your heart wasn't fluttering from the sweet words. You opened your mouth to protest, but the asshole cut you off with a, "Baby, try for me."

A soft, gentle hum escaped from your sealed lips, approving the pet name and the tone he used it with.

A few moments passed as you started into the stupid, wide, boyish brown eyes that were glossy and begging you to stay.

"Fine," you mumbled in a tone of annoyance, and there was a grin on his lips before yours were on them instead.

When your eyes flutter open, it takes you a few moments to realize that it's still night. You blink for a few moments before your vision is clear enough to catch a comprehensible glance at Luke's bedside table alarm clock. 2:47 am.

You blink a few other times before groaning, eyes finding the ceiling as your cloudy mind identifies what woke you up.

It doesn't come to a conclusion.

You begin to shrug it off. Maybe an animal made a particularly loud sound from outside. Maybe Luke kicked you in his sleep. Maybe—what was that?

After looking to the side, you noticed Luke was still in bed with you. But it took you a while to notice that. Because he was practically hanging off the edge of the bed, as far as possible from you. This discovery leads you to acknowledge how damn cold it is without his body heat, but then your mind thinks back to what just happened.

Luke moaned.

Luke had moaned in his sleep.

You shiver. You knew Luke was dirty. Gross. It pained you to even consider what was going on his dreams right now.

You rolled over to face the opposite direction, closing your eyes and letting your mind begin to lull you back into sleep.

"Ah," you hear from Luke. You roll your eyes and turn over to stare at the back of his perverted head.

That's when you realize that his 'perverted' head is shaking. Desperately back and forth.

You blink, squinting when you release how tense his muscles are.

He's sweating, and as shamefully ogle at the sweaty muscles in his shoulders, you notice that said shoulders are shaking.

"Please stop," he whispers weakly, the words kind of slurred and only comprehensible when you take an extra five seconds to decipher them.

You take a deep breath.

Nightmare.

You squeeze your eyes shut in dread.

Sleeping with Luke is always pleasant. He's warm, he's big, he's good at cuddling. The only downside, the common downside, is dealing with his nightmares.

It's not like he was hard to deal with. It didn't give you second hand embarrassment like it would with anyone else. He didn't thrash around and get violent in his sleep. He just got sad. And that's what you found to be difficult.

You sighed, moving closer to him and whispering, "Luke, baby."

"Please stop," he begs, and you take a moment to remind yourself that he's not talking to you.

You touch his shoulder, not going far enough to shake it. You drag a thumb across the blade and lean in and press a kiss to the back of his neck. "Luke."

You hear a whine, and something similar to a sob. You resort to pressing kisses to his upper back, shoulders, neck and head. You mutter his name a few times as you do so until he sits up slowly.

He doesn't dart up straight like others do. He slowly, weakly brings himself into consciousness, as if he's trying to come to terms with something.

Luke sits with knees up, halfway spread and elbows on them. He stares at the wall, blinking away startled and most likely frustrated tears as he takes a few deep breaths before falling back down until he's laying again.

His eyes trace the room until they land on you, and you realize that it's just now that he notices that you're there.

"Oh," he breathes. He looks guilty.

"Hi," you whisper nervously as your cautious eyes trace his face, "you okay, handsome?"

A few moments pass as he returns the inspection of your face before he shrugs weakly. "I'm really tired."

You hum, looking over his body before you pull yourself to sit up, and habitually, he follows suit.

Wordlessly, you crawl over and peel off his damp, sweaty shirt. He lets you, lifting his arms just slightly from your sides. If he wasn't going through emotional turmoil right now, you probably would've made a snarky joke on his laziness and the fact that he's making you do all of the work.

Once you've worked his shirt off, you throw it into his hamper that sits beside his nightstand and then you leave the bed. A look of panic immediately settles onto his features, and he's begging incomprehensible variations of, "Don't go, gods, please don't go."

You exhale as you bring a hand to cup his face, soothingly drawing a half circle on his face. "Two seconds. Gonna grab something."

Reluctantly, he lets you go and watches as you wade into the bathroom. When you come back, you're holding a damp rag that he notices is a bit sudsy.

Sitting down next to him on the bed, you take his hand as you begin to use your free hand to drag the cloth against his skin and scrub at the beads of sweat that coat his skin.

He whines, feeling the harsh pressure against his tense muscles. Your brows knit together in empathy and you whisper, "I know. I know, baby. You're doing good."

He looks up at you, making eye contact as he watches you delicately clean him.

You offer him a sympathetic smile. You know it's more than sympathy—it's empathy. You feel the guilt in your stomach.

Luke opens his mouth, and then closes it. His tongue darts out to moisten his lips, and he hesitantly pulls his eyes away from yours and watches as his abdominal muscles jerk and twitch beneath the rag. He mewls and you shush him gently with words of encouragement.

Finally, his eyes close when you begin to wipe his face. You wipe underneath his eyes, wincing as he exhales shakily. You collect the mix of tears and sweat from his chiseled cheek bones. You use the rag on his hairline and you put your hands in his hair to massage his scalp. Subsequently, this releases the tension in his brows.

His eyes close when you toss the rag onto the bedside table and go back to him. You open your arms, and he pouts. He pouts like he needed it. He pouts like he's so incredibly moved by your act of kindness. You let out a sound of approval when he crawls into your arms and wraps his around your waist, settling onto your upper body. He breathes shakily into your neck and you lean down to press a kiss to his hairline.

You don't ask him what happened, what the dream was about. You instead smile when he tells you that he loves you and you respond with, "I love you, too, Luke.”

And he nods as if he's so incredibly relieved to hear that.

It shocks you how fast he can fall asleep in your arms after an intense nightmare.

[star2fishmeg]

more inexperienced reader x lh pls🥺🥺 sfw or nsfw

Clothes are piled on his bedroom floor, only with the low light of the lamps and you sit opposite each other on the bed. His fingers wrap around your wrists tenderly, slowly prying your arms away from your body. Your head turns and you stare at the wall rather than his soft gaze that scans along your figure adoringly. Luke means it when he says that he loves you anyway, no matter what, and how your body looks won't change that, it wasn't the reason he fell in love with you.

"Baby, look at me." He says quietly, voice soft and you do, hesitantly. "I think you're beautiful, okay? Nothin' to be afraid of. I just want you to be comfortable, we can put our clothes back on and do this another day if-"

"-No. I'm comfortable, I wanna do this. I've just never been naked in front of a guy before, like, you look great, I mean, I'm just lucky that someone who looks like me pulled someone like you. I just don't want to disappoint you."

Luke's eyebrows raise and pull together, releasing your wrists, and he leans towards you. Butterflies swarm in your stomach but your arms stay away from your body, regardless of how loud your head wants you to cover yourself again. You can't decipher his expression or his actions, and the only thing you can do is lean back into the pillows, letting him straddle over you, his lips meeting the space between your collarbones as if you're made of glass. The little kiss is soft and triggers a chain reaction of sweet kisses over your breasts, his lashes brushing against your skin with every peck over the plush mounds.

"Pretty tits, soft like pillows. Could sleep on them all the time." He murmurs, goosebumps running down his neck when your fingers tangle in his curls.

He continues down your sternum, kisses becoming more weighted and wet as they cascade over your stomach, hands gliding along your waist soothingly. You prop yourself up on your elbows, watching him with keen eyes and with every kiss your heart beats just that little bit faster and your cheeks flush warmer. Luke wants to show you that he loves you, it's something he's been adamant about doing from the start and seeing him go that extra mile to ensure your mind can rest has you drawing your thigh up and rubbing the back of his thigh with your foot.

"So fuckin' beautiful, y/n." He moves further down, his final kiss to your upper pussy area before sliding back on the bed, cautiously peering up at you with wet, puppy dog eyes, your fingers still in his hair and you think you've dreamt about something like this before, him between your legs. "Fuck, could suffocate between these and I'd be happy. You still okay? Want me to stop? Just say so, angel, don't wanna freak you out."

He's not going to engage in anything, not tonight. It's too soon and you've only just shown him your body, but he still checks in for security. Your thigh is still elevated but the foot that once caressed his leg is hooked around his back, his arm wrapped underneath it so his hand holds your thigh over his shoulder and to his ear. For someone so comparatively strong against you, the way his thumb rubbed your skin's tender, his eyes soft.

"I'm okay, this is okay. Please, don't stop."

You smile and he repeats sweet nothings, confessions on how he thinks you're the most beautiful woman he's ever seen, how you're the one, his person, how you fit his frame perfectly, all while he's pressing his lips to your thighs, alternating between the left and right with teeth grazing, flushing sparks through your nerves that only he can make you feel. His words rush to your head and embrace your self-esteem, the kisses making heat pool into your lower stomach but before your body can react further, Luke's hovering back over you, his familiar crooked grin blessing your vision.

Your palms cup his cheeks, and he rolls you both over so you're lying on his chest, your hands sliding onto his chest and his strong arms holding your waist. The world is quiet. Your head is finally quiet, and your heartbeat slows to fall into sync with his.

"This feels nice," he says softly, grinning at how your chest squishes against his, one hand gliding over your back in slow circles, occasionally cupping your ass and giggling with you, "and you have a nice ass, think it belongs on my lap."

Luke holds you tighter, feeling you smile against his chest, and he knows you're okay now and you are. You're better than how you started and no longer afraid of him seeing you naked, he kept his word and now he refuses to let go, wanting to savour the moment where you and he are skin to skin in the purest form.

[angelribbon]

CNC LUKE WHERE HE JUST FUCKS YOU WHIKE YOU SLEEP

tw: somnophilia, pre-established relationship, smut, dark!luke

a/n: Luke and his somno kink 😵‍💫💨😵‍💫💨

it’s 11pm when he wakes up, already feeling the strain of his cock against his boxers. he’s felt it before-vivid nightmares equal even more evocative wet dreams. Eyebrows furrowing as he gets up, every step worsening the throb in his stomach. Curfew being 3 hours ago-you’re asleep, more than likely and he sees this, knowing that he should turn right back around to his cabin but can you blame him?

you’re right there, so pretty and soft, letting out quiet, contented hums as he watches you through the window. the sight of your plush lips against the silk pillows worsening his need for them around his cock. so he does it, hoisting himself through the window beside your bed as your face contorts into something confused.

He goes still.

When you’re face relaxes, he’s right back on you, knees creating creases in your sheets as he positions himself behind you. he can’t take it anymore,never being one to resist temptation.

And he’d never have the strength to refuse the invitation that you pose.

He hikes up your dress, revealing your bare ass as he lets out a hiss.

No panties.

You have to be trying to kill him. He lets out his cock, the brush of the cool air making it twitch as he begins to rut against you. It starts out slow and controlled.

He’s trying to not to wake you, at least be considerate.

“L-luke?”

The second he hears your hazy,voice-all inhibitions are thrown out of his head as he picks up his pace, pre cum trickling down onto your thighs.

“makin’ me a fuckin” mess, baby” he mumbles, eyes turning dark as he taps his dick against your glistening pussy. “couldn’t even sleep, was dreaming of your pretty, little cunt”

He gives your clit a light pinch as you let out a whine. “‘S just me yeah? gonna let me use that pretty hole of yours, angel ?”

You let out a muffled whimper when he pushes all the way in-and he takes it as confirmation .

“‘like you’re made for me-christ ”

His hand moves to your mouth, fingers prodding your lips as he resists the urge to gag you with them instead choosing to use his hand to stifle your moans-your eyes flicker at the movement and you subconsciously tense around him.

“Never knew my girl was such-such a slut”

His expression grows almost enamored at how your squeezing him-tense, as he thrusts into you, balls slapping against your ass at his relentless pace. Hot, searing pleasure makes its way up your spine-emitting a low, almost inaudible,squeal from you as he pinches your clit. Your constantly on the edge, slipping in and out of consciousness from his assault on your cervix, harsh-angry thrusts punctuating his words.

“quiet, can’t wake up your friends now?”

Hes so mean for it, knowing its almost impossible to keep silent with his pace.

Stars dance across your tunneled vision, white blurring into a little galaxy in your head as you feel the tensing of your core, as you tiptoe the line, knowing how close you are to slipping into that pure, visceral release. Another slap is all it takes.

“m-maybe you want them to see you like this, being used like my good fuckin’ you”

Your eyes roll back, and he fucks your hips right back on him with his tight grip on them. Even when the rope breaks, and you’re pushed under-thighs shaking in illicit euphoria as you leak around him, he doesn’t stop. Like some rabid animal, he takes you back in-then out again with his movements-his thoughts becoming scrambled, accentuated with primal, violent pushes and pulls before he’s slamming back in you again as tears gather in your eyes.

“shit, just me yeah? got you, sweet girl” he mutters, but it’s like he’s saying it to himself as all you hear is ringing as he slam’s into you once again.

“fuckfuckfuckfuck-“

He’s close, sloppy movements giving you a perfect indication, as he bites his lip to stop a moan from coming out as he cums, spilling his seed into you as he stops, making sure you’re all stuffed with his seed. he pulls out of you lazily, unbeknownst to your unconscious body as you fall right back into dreamscape. Pulling back down your dress, he gives you a soft kiss before disappearing just as he came, your bunk mates none the wiser.

[thekissofaphrodite]

SOMEONE REQUESTED THIS I CANT HELP TO MAKE IT!! IT'S SO SWEET!!

(I accidentally added the OG post on Queue and can't get it out, but thankfully, I took a picture of it)

Voiceless

Luke Castellan X Daughter of Apollo!Reader

Summary: The only thing that Luke Castellan loves in this world is his girlfriend and her angelic voice.

Warnings: Kissing, Cursing, Kinda toxic relationship??!

Author's Note: Hello guys! Another request for the day, I'm typing this on my phone since I forgot my laptop, Oh well, please forgive me for any grammatical mistakes and typos! My keyboard hates me 😍

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The Camp Fire singalong ended an hour ago, but that didn't stop You and Luke, He had his head on your lap, breathing in and out as you ran your hands through his soft curls. The bonfire had little to no embers, but it still kept you two warm.

"Can you sing for me?" Luke whispered, His Hazel eyes met your brown ones. Apollo's children were always the lead singers from singalongs, Especially you, You had an angelic voice and campers liked it, so did Luke.

Not caring that your throat was a little sore, You nodded and started singing.

Boys, workin' on empty

Is that the kinda way to face the burning heat?

I just think about my baby

I'm so full of love I could barely eat

There's nothing sweeter than my baby

I'd never want once from the cherry tree

'Cause my baby's sweet as can be

She give me toothaches just from kissin' me

Flashback

Luke sat in the mess hall, His palm gingerly nursing the side of his cheeks, He had a rough day, Apparently, a new armour that like commissioned from one of the children in the hephaestus cabin still wasn't ready, and he wasn't able to use it. But it was Capture the Flag day, so he used his old and cranky armour, which displeased him.

You noticed from afar, Your halfsiblings chatting loudly, So you had enough, Grabbing your tray, you walked towards Luke, sitting on an empty Hermes table (Since his halfsiblings left, It's better to leave than to mess with an angry luke), The Hermes boy barely touched his food, he was rather poking it.

"Hey" He was greeted with your soft, melodic voice from behind, His mood changed from annoyed to cheerful. His eyes softening as he watched you sit beside him.

"Hm, how's your day?" He hummed whilst brushing a strand of hair away from your face, tucking it behind your ear.

"I should be the one asking you that—" Then, He felt something touch his lips, It was your fork, with a slice of blueberry pie, He tasted some of the cream, He tried to fight the urge to open his mouth since he didn't feel like eating.

"C'mon, it's bad if you don't eat, You don't wanna end up in the infirmary with one of my halfsiblings ranting about your presence." He looked at your eyes, there was a glint of hope that he'll actually take a bite.

He can't resist your eyes, Those eyes with much hope looking at him.

So he did, He opened his mouth and let the flavours sink In.

He did eat that night, with you feeding him like a baby.

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When my time comes around

Lay me gently in the cold, dark earth

No grave can hold my body down

I'll crawl home to her

Flashback

Luke was injured, You don't know how or why. He just appeared infront of the Apollo cabin, There was a deep gash in his forearm, One of the archers from your cabin accidentally shot him an arrow, You assumed that He and Chris were probably not paying attention while they walked pass by the archery area.

"I got you something." He breathed, waiting for your reaction.

But still, He managed to appear in front of you, despite your protests that he must be brought to the infirmary, He kept a brave face, holding a messily made bouquet of flowers.

"Oh Luke..." You threw yourself onto his arms, making him stumble a little, He chuckled.

"Now let's get you into the infirmary!"

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Boys, when my baby found me

I was three days on a drunken sin

I woke with her walls around me

Nothin' in her room but an empty crib

And I was burnin' up a fever

I didn't care much how long I lived

But I swear I thought I dreamed her

She never asked me once about the wrong I did

Flashback

"Luke? Luke!" The dark-haired boy jolted awake, His eyes meeting the stormy skies whilst the raindrops hit his face.

"Hey baby," He groaned, His orange CHB shirt stained with mud, He slept on it after all. Then you remembered... The party in the Dionysus might have gotten a little wild...

"Luke, you smell like— Booze." You tried not to gagged at his scent, But he just brushed it off, Tumbling as he tried to got up.

"Let's get you inside, Some of my halfsiblings are away, so it's fine taking a fellow camper" You muttered while giving all your strength to carry him. You felt kinda embarrassed, Luke, Your boyfriend had carried you multiple times effortlessly, but now, you can't even take steps.

After what felt like an internity, you reached your bunk and flopped luke on it, His eyes sleepily drifting off again, but this time, your face was the one he's dreaming about.

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When my time comes around

Lay me gently in the cold, dark earth

No grave can hold my body down

I'll crawl home to her

Flashback

Luke was now in the infirmary, sitting lazily on a stool while your half siblings rushed to get medical supplies to heal him.

"Y'know, this is just a small scratch baby, you're making this a big deal." You turned your head to his direction so fast, you could've sworn you almost gave yourself a whiplash.

"Luke, Your forearm is literally dripping with blood, caused by an arrow. AN ARROW!" You bellowed, Everyone in the infirmary looked at you like a lunatic, some patients even muttering curses at you for interrupting their sleep.

"Still, I got you flowers, didn't I?" His grin made you melt, but the sight of his injury made you frown.

But you can't be mad at his handsome face.

"Yes yes, You did I love you for that, now Where's Ella? We need to give you an injection"

"INJECTION?"

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My babe would never fret none

About what my hands and my body done

If the Lord don't forgive me

I'd still have my baby and my babe would have me

When I was kissing on my baby

And she put her love down soft and sweet

In the low lamplight I was free

Heaven and hell were words to me

Flashback

" I can't believe you'll do that!" You screamed, tears streaming down your face. Your red dress, once nicely ironed, was now crumpled. It wasn't even midnight, and you two were fighting again. Over a boy.

"Because that pathetic excuse of a bastard deserved it!" He Yelled, His voice booming inside your cabin.

"He's just having a normal conversation with me! you're the one who's deranged!" You cried, Luke couldn't stand the sight of you crying, so he kissed you, it wasn't a passionate one, it was a possessive one, with his strong arms gripping your wrists, pinning you into the wall.

you pulled away for a second, His lips still near yours.

"I hate you" You whispered, His lips touched yours again, smudging your lipstick.

"Show me how much you hate me"

You could've sworn you saw him smirk before kissing you roughly again.

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When my time comes around

Lay me gently in the cold, dark earth

No grave can hold my body down

I'll crawl home to her

Flashback

"I'm sorry baby, please let me in" Luke whispered as he peaked through the small crack on your door.

"You can't come and go as you please," you said, your voice cracking, You tried not to cry, You love him , but you can't just keep supporting him after all the things he'd done.

Now, he was carrying a duffle bag, full of stolen artefacts from the Gods. You were God fearing. That's when you realize it when your father, Apollo, had punished your mother, blinding her using his powerful Ray of sunlight.

"You'd do this for me, honey.." He whispered desperately, but you just shook your head.

"I'm sorry..."

"No no no! Y/n! Y/N!" He screamed as he watched you walk away.

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When my time comes around

Lay me gently in the cold, dark earth

No grave can hold my body down

I'll crawl home to her

Flashback

You sat in the edge of your bed, still sobbing silently, Your halfsiblings gave you pathetic and sorry looks, but none of their pity could make you the same.

The God you admired the most, Your own father had taken your voice as a punishment, or that's what oracle said. Apparently, you had offended him by your blasphemous acts using his sacred song. Now you were voiceless.

"Baby?" Luke's voice greeted you.

You looked up at him, Your eyes glistening with tear as you ran into his arms sobbing violently.

"Shh...I know sweetheart.." He rubbed his hands behind your back, Kissing your temple at the same time.

As the dark haired boy comforted you, He smirked secretly, You were so easy to manipulate, with your doe eyes and your sweet smile, As you slowly fell asleep in Luke's arms, A rose necklace sat inside his pocket, Ever so beautiful, with your own voice trapped inside it.

A/N: HEY, GUYS! So this is a request! I used the 'Work Song' by Hozier, Every lyrics has an indication of the reader and Luke's past, I kinda wanna give them a toxic relationship, so....🫢🫢 I do hope you liked this!!

I apologise once again for any grammatical errors since my keyboard hates me ❤️

[nocreativityfornames]

Random Obey Me! Headcanons

Belphie doesn't know how to swim and is too lazy to learn. The brothers have tried to teach him multiple times, but he always ends up giving up before he can make any real progress. He even fell asleep in the water while Satan tried to teach him once, and after that, the brothers just collectively gave up and accepted he'd probably never learn how.

Lucifer is terrible at baking and making any kind of sweets in general. This is funny, considering he's one of the best cooks in the house when it comes to preparing literally anything else. And Satan absolutely thrives off of this, as he actually masters all areas of the kitchen and will brag about how it's one of the things he's better at than Lucifer.

Beel loves rock and metal, they're his favorite music genres to listen to and motivate him when he's doing his morning run, practicing for future games, or going through his workout routine. He actually learned how to play drums because of it, and even performed in a concert when a friend's band was doing a show, and the friend called him a few hours earlier saying he couldn't make it and needed him to take his place. That day, multiple videos of the concert were posted to DevilTube and went viral. Everywhere, people were discussing how talented Beel was, and the brothers even encouraged him to enter the music industry. He refused though, saying he wanted to focus on sports as it was his main passion.

Satan was born a baby, though he grew faster than any other demon or angel. The way I picture this is that he would stay the same age for a few months and then jump to another out of nowhere, for example: he'd be 3 years old for a few months, and then suddenly jump to 5, staying that age for another set of time till he jumped to 7 and continued the cycle. This only stopped when he reached the age he'd originally have if he had born when first formed as an emotion in Lucifer's body. And so he now ages normally, as any other demon would.

There's a magic barrier around the House of Lamentation that stops any demon that's not one of the brothers, Diavolo or Barbatos from even passing the gates. But as mentioned, it only works on demons, hence why Luke was able to sneak in without the others even noticing during season 1. And this is the same for the Demons' Lord Castle, that also has a magic barrier around it.

Mammon smokes. It's his way to relax after an especially stressful day, he'll stand on the balcony staring at the view outside, alone in his thoughts for as long as he needs to. The brothers understand, as they all have their own ways to cope with stress, and always make sure to check on him at some point while he's there or after. Sometimes though, on very rare occasions, Lucifer will actually go and join him. They'll vent to each other about work, their day in general, and whatever is on their mind while smoking together. Those times are very special for both of them, as they can just chat and relax together without worrying about anything else, knowing they'll always have each other.

The characters' speech gets jumbled when they're drunk, they just start speaking multiple languages at the same time and it only gets worse the more drunk they are. For example, Levi will start spilling Japanese words and sentences in the middle of conversations, Solomon will talk in Old English and confuse everyone, and Lucifer, as the affectionate drunk he is, will just start mumbling I love yous and a bunch of soft praises in Infenal to his brothers and MC. It's a mess.

Levi is one of the most popular streamers in the Devildom when it comes to gaming, anime reviewing, and weeb content in general. He's everyone's favorite, and the one people go to for opinions before purchasing anything. He gets sent games before the official release, merch, figurines, etc. And although most of his streams involve just him, sometimes a brother will join. Mammon and Beel for the most part, but the others have all participated at some point. ( Fun fact: Levi broke his record of views when Lucifer accepted to join him after years and years of pestering. They played Minecraft together, chatted about random stuff, and the viewers were blown away seeing a new side of the eldest, as they only viewed him to be intimidating and unapproachable. To this day fans beg for another stream between the two, but Lucifer always refuses, saying that was the first and last time. )

Lucifer taught Satan how to play piano when he was younger. The fourth born however grew to resent the instrument, lumping it together in the long list of things he'll never pursue again because of how it only makes him more similar to the eldest. He does miss it sometimes though, and very rarely, when he's alone at home, he'll play one or two songs to himself and think back to the lessons Lucifer gave him long long ago.

Beel gives the best massages ever for some reason. You'd think not because of his size and clumsiness, but he actually knows how to control his strength and be a perfect mix between gentle and rough. Oftentimes Beel uses his skill on his brothers, mostly Lucifer and Levi as they're usually the ones staying sitting for too many hours at a time and end up stiff as rocks afterward.

Asmo has an OnlyDevil account where he shares spicy pictures/videos of himself that his fans go absolutely crazy for. His account is very popular and he's actually one of the most sought creators on the platform. Needless to say, the amount of money he makes out of it is no joke.

For some time after lesson 16, Beel didn't know how to interact with Belphie or how to even feel about what had happened, making him avoid the twin completely. It got to the point where he couldn't even stand sleeping in the same room as him, seeking Mammon every night to sleep with him instead. The second born never minded, as sharing a bed with the younger one kept the nightmares of MC's death away.

Satan has always been extremely sensitive to certain sounds, textures, and tastes. For example, there's a brand of milk he absolutely despises for how weird it tastes, despite all the brothers ( including Beel ) insisting that it tastes the exact same as any other milk they've had. There's also a certain type of fabric he can't wear because of how it feels on his skin, numerous foods he can't eat as they give an unimaginable ick, and noises that make him physically cringe at how uncomfortable they sound. The brothers have been aware of these things ever since Satan was born, and although they don't completely understand it, they always have it in mind when buying something for him or finding themselves on cooking duty.

In the Devildom, birthdays are celebrated every 100 years. Diavolo however is an exception to this rule, as he is of royal blood, and his birthday is made into a huge annual event across the entire kingdom. Following this, the brothers only began celebrating their birthdays annually once MC came into the picture, as they wanted to experience as many birthdays as they could while they were still around.

Lucifer regrets not accepting Satan as his son from the get-go, cursing his past self for denying responsibility for the blond when he was first created and the poor way he treated him. But he didn't know any better, he had just fallen after facing a war against his own problematic father, and the last thing he wanted was to label himself as someone's parent. But now he really wishes things had been different, though he's already accepted that it's far too late now, as thousands of years have passed and he believes he's lost his chance to make things right an eternity ago. It still pains him to this day though, to see the change in Satan's expression whenever someone makes the even slightest suggestion to them being anything more than brothers.

I've already made a separate post about this one, but the brothers can sense their sins on other people and feed off of it. Also, demon blood is dark black, while angel blood is bright gold.

[letstalkhockey]

jack bringing his daughter to his lake house and his friends finally meet her and they are so shocked at how well jack is as at dad but how much he has changed too

Oh my god, this is so cute.🥺💞

(Reminder to send in any thoughts, quick blurb ideas, or even story ideas for this AU.)

There was no doubt jack had grown and matured ever since his sweet Angel, Sophie, was born. He started making sure to become the best dad for his sweet girl, and no one would convince him otherwise.

As Jack pulled into the driveway of the lakehouse, he took notice of the cars from everyone including his older, and younger brother, and a few of his friends, Trevor, cole, and cam. The regulars at the lake house. Season had just ended for them all, so they were more than ready to start boat days.

Trevor, cam, and cole had yet to formally meet Jacks daughter, Sophie. They would hear all about her, because it’s all Jack would talk about, but they hadn’t met her, nor have they seen a whole bunch of jack in his ‘normal’ space. After she was born just about a year ago, Jack took some time off to be home with his sweet baby. To take care of her and learn how to be her dad, when he had to go back to playing it was about halfway into the season, and it was hard on him, he was busy with taking care of his daughter, but also with his career.

Parking his car in the driveway of the lake house even felt a little different - different than last year, this time, when he was in a complete different spot in his life. It felt bittersweet - almost like he was scared, scared to go in. He knew the boys were already here and expecting him, but he wanted nothing more than to turn home. He was scared, not of Quinn and Luke, but the other three, it would be there first time meeting the absolute Angel jack created, and it would be there first time seeing jack in full father mode.

to say the least, he was nervous.

After he parked, he got out and went to open the back seat, revealing his sweet girl fast asleep, her paci in her mouth, and her arms flailed over the sides of the car seat. What jack hadn’t known was that Two of the boys - luke, and cole - watched them from the front door, cole was so eager to meet his best friends daughter, he was the first to run to the door. Luke made sure to follow, just because he knew cole hadn’t met her yet.

Jack slowly, and gently unbuckled the seatbelt from across her car seat, she was covered up in her blanky, so he scooped her up into his arms so gentle, trying his best not to wake her peaceful state of slumber, while he went onto grab his duffel bag and throw that over his shoulder, as well as the baby bag. With y/n in one arm, and his bags on the other, he made his way to the front door, still not noticing cole or Luke waiting for him, his focus stayed onto his daughter in hand, making sure she didn’t wake up just yet. Not after the morning of crying she went through because she had been awake the entire night.

The other boys were warned by the two other brothers about helping jack out this summer, and they made sure to take note of it, Jack needed it, he wanted to be able to still be his best dad self, but also enjoy his time off with his friends.

“Here, let us help.” He heard Luke say while making his way through the front door, quickly handing off his bags to Luke. Meanwhile cole stood next to him, in complete awe, but also because of how sweet jack seemed towards his daughter. “Is this really your daughter?” Colwsaid, still in shock.

Jack let Luke make his way up the stairs with his, and his daughters bags, while he stopped to talk to cole. Jack looked up from his sweet baby that slept sounding in the comfort of her dad’s arms. With that - “Yeah, this is her,” Jack smiled while he held her out just a little further so cole could get a good look at her.

“She looks just like you,” Cole started at him and his daughter, “I know.” Jack spoke so soft, sophie stirred in his arms and her eyes fluttered. "i still cant believe it," Cole said, "that your a father and all,"

"neither can i most days." Sophie yawned in his arms, paci still in her mouth and her small body moving in the comfort of her dad. Making a small noise in the process. The boys made there way to the living room where Trevor and cam sat, on the couch, rap music blaring, while they cursed and played chel on the tv. When Luke re entered the living room, joining the other boys, he saw the look jack gave him and he immediately found the remote, turning the music off completely.

“Dude, what the fuck-“ Trevor turned his head from the game, cam did too. Both taking notice of jack stood with a baby in his arms.

“Okay what the fuck-“ Cam said, Trevor quickly turned to playfully slap him. Whispering, “stop swearing.”

Trevor quickly stood up and walked over to Jack, meanwhile cam sat, still on the couch, still completely shocked.

-

Throughout the weekend, Jack's friends watched in awe as he effortlessly slipped into the role of doting father. Gone were the late nights of raucous laughter; instead, they shared quiet moments fishing off the dock or teaching Sophie how to skip stones across the lake's still surface.

As the sun set on their last evening together, gathered around a crackling fire, Trevor finally spoke up, breaking the comfortable silence that had settled over them.

"You know, Jack," Trevor began hesitantly, his eyes reflecting the flames. "I never thought I'd see the day when you'd trade in your wild weekends for this... but damn, you're good at it."

Jack nodded thoughtfully, his gaze drifting to where Sophie was curled up in lukes lap, listening intently to a bedtime story.

"She changed everything," Jack admitted quietly, a wistful smile playing on his lips. "And I wouldn't have it any other way."

His friends exchanged knowing glances, silently acknowledging the transformation they had witnessed. The lake house, once a backdrop for carefree escapades, had become a sanctuary where new memories were forged—one where Jack's old life seamlessly intertwined with the new.

As the fire burned low and stars dotted the night sky, Jack found himself grateful for the friends who had embraced his evolution, and for the daughter who had shown him a side of himself he never knew existed.

[mageofseven]

The Boys Reacting to MC Calling Themself Luke's Mama

Ok so despite the feminine term, I see this for MCs of any gender being this sweet, loving mama bear to Lukey baby 🥰

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Lucifer:

"MC, the Celestial realm won't actually let you adopt him."

Pursed his lips as both MC and their new son stares daggers at him.

sighs Nevermind...

Doesn't think the conversation is worth the mental energy anymore.

Though is still worried that his love will feel even more heartbroken when Luke is sent back to the Celestial realm.

Mammon:

Actually finds it adorable that MC sees the kid in this way

Not that he'd ever admit it though.

Actively pretends he doesn't care about it at all

But in truth, his heart gets all warm when he sees his Human interact with the small boy

And is actually kinda jealous of the tenderness from their parent-child relationship.

Leviathan:

Bro is so jealous.

Levi often complains about it and calls it "weird".

Made the mistake of calling it that in front of Luke one day

And the small boy actually kicked him for hurting his Mama's feelings!

This man almost summoned Lotan on this boy's ass

But luckily didn't because Lucifer was there

So instead Levi just went to his room and pouted about the attention his Henry was giving the angel.

Satan:

Finds it mildly strange, but really has no issue with it.

He knows his Kitten is a really loving person with a soft spot for kids

And ultimately is happy that the small boy brings them so much comfort.

Does worry about how they'll handle it when the young angel is sent back to the Celestial realm

But decides that it's better left for another time.

Right now, the boy makes his Kitten happy and that's what matters.

Asmodeus:

Find their relationship super cute!

And tries to get Luke to call him 'Papa'

Which doesn't work in the slightest and just makes the angel boy annoyed.

He's still happy for his Dolly though and likes that the child is so good to them.

Beelzebub:

Oh boy, does this man want kids

Like right now.

Their relationship really makes his baby fever worse

But he's still really happy for his Muffin and Luke.

Does wish Luke would also call him 'Papa', but does not want to make the child uncomfortable.

Enjoys spending time with the two and watching the human be all motherly to the angel

And often imagines them being that way to a child they make together.

MC, maybe you should make Lukey a sibling? Like, as soon as possible lol

Belphegor:

Is honestly very annoyed by it.

Like, no you freaking chihuahua, they are not gonna bake or play a game with you

We are napping.

Sadly gets into some arguments with MC over this

Because dude, you did not just speak to their son that way.

Luke may be the child in this scenario, but Belphie is definitely the brat.

This stubborn man has learned to apologize after these situations because MC is just as stubborn, if not more than him

And literally won't even look at him till he apologizes.

To make matters worse, it's not them he has to apologize to

It's Luke

And by the devil, this man hates apologizing to that little gremlin.

Diavolo:

Finds their relationship so adorable and tells them that every day!

Honestly, it makes Luke blush more than it makes his Queen.

The angelic child doesn't mind this though

And honestly wishes he could call Diavolo 'Papa' too

Something that Diavolo also wishes from the small angel

But boy would that have a lot of heavy political implications that would set people off, both in his realm and in the Celestial realm.

Sorry boys 😅

Still, MC's incredible love and care towards the child is beautiful to the prince, who starts showing Luke the same from himself.

Another man whose baby fever gets sparked up, but unlike Beel, is somewhat nervous to bring up the topic to MC.

After all, any children that come from him would be tethered to the Royal Family and the Devildom as a whole, which is a lot of pressure

Something he worries about putting on his love and their potential child.

So for now, he just enjoys spending with MC and Luke

And dreams of having a child of MC and his own.

Barbatos:

Barb has always been one to like kids, so to see his partner has such a strong love for this angelic child really warms his heart.

Barb already cares about Luke a lot at this point and is very grateful for his stay in the Devildom.

Luke is his little baking buddy and it would be a lie to say he hasn't grown found of him.

However, this butler is also realistic; he knows the child will eventually be whisked back up to the Celestial realm

And he and MC may not see him again.

Has this conversation with his love, but only once.

Doesn't want to hurt the human, but wants to make sure they know how this will eventually end.

Overall, loves their cute little parent-child relationship

And makes the butler think...what if--

But no. It would be much better if he and MC do not have children.

With his job, it wouldn't be fair for the child to not get the attention they deserve because he is constantly working.

That and his...'gift'; he would never want to risk his child inheriting it

And the pain that comes along with it.

Solomon:

Finds it really cute how attached his little minx has gotten to the angel.

Honestly, Soli already sees Luke as a little brother to him so he can see why the fellow human is so attached to the child.

Doesn't see himself as Luke's father because the sorcerer really has trouble imagining himself as parent

But has no issue in his little minx seeing themself as Luke's 'mama' instead of their sibling.

MC and Luke are happy and that's what matters to the man.

Unlike the others, Solomon isn't worried about Luke getting whisked away to the Celestial realm.

This sorcerer was one of the few non angels to have more or less full access to the angel homeland

One of the perks of being a former servant to their Father.

Soli was so sure that even if Luke had to go back up to his realm that he could get some strings pulled to get MC brought up to visit him.

So no worries from this man; he lets his little minx love their new 'son' as much as they want to.

These two will never be separated for long; not if he has a say in it.

Simeon:

Honestly, this man is conflicted about their relationship.

Simeon loves little Luke and loves being his guardian

So he loves seeing how well the child and his secret partner get along.

This man also feels guilty that he can never give MC the child from him that they really want since it was a general belief that angels cannot procreate.

The human so desperately wanted a child and Luke enjoyed getting to see what it was like to have a 'mama'.

The two were happy and he loved that for them.

However, at some point, Michael will ask him to send Luke home

And the boyfriend will have no choice but to take the sweet boy away from his new 'mama'

And the idea pained him severely.

He never wanted to hurt his Feather or young Luke

But someday...he just might be forced to

And the thought killed him inside.

[thesassypadawan]

Sweet Sticky Dreams (Luke x FemReader)

Summary: What better of a way to spend the evening then curled up with your precious baby boy…while he’s having sweet sticky dreams.

Warnings: 18+ (minors dni), because of all the lovely smut. Thigh fucking, somnophilia, slight mommy kink (if you squint), and…Luke’s cute, big dick.

- It’s subtle at first, his hips rut into yours and his even breaths grow heavy. You think it’s nothing, chalk it up to Luke just trying to get comfortable.

- But then progresses into something more. To his big hands cupping your breasts; kneading, squeezing them gently. Calloused fingers tugging and rolling your nipples.

- You could have sworn that your precious boy had fallen asleep the moment his head hit the pillow. However, from the way he’s playing with your squishy globes and his hardening cock is pressing against your backside…

- Reaching behind, you lightly ruffle his sun-kissed locks. A small giggle escaping you, “Still awake?”

- Soft, drowsy mumbles. The feel of his lips trailing across your neck, teeth nipping occasionally. “Mmh, hatari…”

- Despite the whines of protest for losing his favorite ‘toys’, you turn yourself around in his hold. Expecting to be met with the sight of his deep, blue eyes and that mischievous, little grin. You’re surprised to find him ‘peacefully’ dreaming instead…rosy tip just barely peeking out from his boxers.

- “Touch… Me…” He pleas, rocking slowly. Humping your thighs, smearing them with his sticky pre. “Need… You…”

- “Lukey…” Unsure of what to do, but not wanting to deny him. You trace your fingers across his chest, trailing down to his stomach. Leaving goosebumps in their wake, you follow the lines of his body. Until you’re fumbling and fully freeing him…eliciting a sweet whimper.

- “Ssh, it’s okay…” Wrapping your hand around his impressive length, you give him a few, quick pumps. Coating him thoroughly, thumb running over the prominent veins. Before guiding, positioning him at what he fondly calls ‘the gates to paradise’. “…I got what you need.”

- Luke groans low; fat head grinding and brushing against you sensitive skin. Until with a flick of his hips, he slips between your thighs…just below your clothed, trembling core.

- “Nngh…” Finally getting the stimulation he so badly sought, he doesn’t waste any time. Thrusting at a near brutal pace; angelic face contorted in pure bliss, eyes still closed.

- Watching how he pleases himself, how he uses your body as a means to get off. You can’t help but feel your own arousal build. The desire to simply pull your panties to the side, allowing him to plunge into your aching heat so great. And it only grows exponentially with each rub of his silken shaft.

- Not wanting to wake him from his slumber, you try to resist your own overwhelming urges. Even as he sucks and bites your neck. Saliva trickles down, drips onto your breasts. Adorable, little voice murmurs, “Feels so good…so warm…so tight…”

- You’re holding strong, but as he speeds up. Those hips begin to move more fervently, the sounds of wet flesh smacking together fill the air. Making your heart beat faster, breathing erratic. Walls flutter and clench around nothing.

- Another two pumps and you can feel your orgasm approaching fast. His tip kisses your entrance so perfectly that you’re practically shaking, body completely flushed. You try to keep fighting it, but if he just…used a bit more…

- With a cute growl, Lukey crashes hard. Fingers digging into your waist while he paints the inside of your thighs white. Staining your panties, soiling them along with your own juices when you…

- Forcing back your moans of ecstasy, a whine somehow manages to spill out. Causing him to stir in a different way; those beautiful eyes finally opening, staring at you half-lidded. “M-mommy, what’s…going o-on?”

- Seeing him like this, a soft smile crosses your face. “It’s nothing, baby. Go back to sleep,” you coo, placing a kiss on his forehead. “Sweet sticky dreams…”

[gothushi]

okay i need you to ramble to me what kind of trauma/childhood trauma you think luke has and how it relates to his kinks go!

god have mercy this hurts my heart but he is so traumatized!!!

just starting off in general, good fucking lord has he been shaped to be perfect. i think his father may have failed in his life goals/dreams due to his eyes so, he’s always pressured luke to do good, be successful, be the best, even if it wasn’t what little luke wanted.

he’s a mommy’s boy, but even his mother didn’t stop the intense training and pressure he had to endure growing up. but he always went to her for comfort. eventually he got so busy that that stopped, he got old enough to move away from home in order to hide his family away. he loved it and hated it, because on one hand he doesn’t have his father yelling at him for mistakes but he’s all alone now.

comes to meeting u. whatever u are in his life, he sees u as an angel. ur gentle, patient, know his favorite things and remember details about him no one else does. he’s falling in loce w u and he’s so scared because he’s been ‘fine’ on his own for so long.

u work through all that, all that angst, working to figure out how he just wants to be loved for him, luke, not LD, not luke davenport the football star.

and u do, u appreciate him for what he is as a person and now a player.

moving on to kinks. major praise kink, strives to hear he’s doing good, that u mean it, he just wants to be a good boy. major mommy kink, slips deep into subspace and weeps for mommy to kiss him and make him feel good, please make it better. doesn’t very much like degrading unless it’s gentle, swimming between praises. “good fucking slut” “my nasty fucking boy” “you’re just easy huh? can’t help yourself?” degradation that paints him as eager, ready to please, that makes him happy. overall just wants to be taken care of, loved, i mean one of his favorite things is early morning or late night love making, slow, sweet, caring.

spoilers if u haven’t finished his arc!!

don’t even get me started on once he begins to have the issues with his eyes. he spirals and is absolutely horrified of losing his career, his meaning in life, sends him right back to those bad habits and mean thoughts he used to struggle with before. u know him like the back of ur hand though so ur able to help him through it most of the way. help him with his eye drops, testing his peripheral vision, caress his face all gentle and soft around his eyes (he freaked and didnt even want to be touched near them. ur working on it slowly)

coo that it’ll be okay, no matter what, because even if he were a cashier at a gas station u’d still be in love with him, his career doesn’t define him in ur eyes.

this was muuuuch more about his trauma itself than kinks but… he’s just a baby…

[devildom-moss]

It may be a bit selfish of an ask.. but could you do some simeon dad content with the BOF!MC? (Fluff or angst, you choose!)

I dont care how you portray the MC, as i never actually set a personality for them, but I understand completely if you dont want to write such a story <33

Anyways, as always, remember to eat, sleep, and dont do drugs!

Sincerely, 💜

I hope you will enjoy this one 💜 anon. If anyone isn't familiar with 💜 anon's BoF!MC or their AU, you can read a bit more about it under this tag. (hopefully I got it all since I went back and added the tag)

If you just want enough context to read the story, in this AU, Simeon had a half-human, half-angel child in a similar way to how Satan was created. The child will be referred to MC in this, but it's not the normal/original MC (reader) I use. So it's not the standard x reader fic. It's basically just Simeon dad content. Also, the child has strong, persistent pain that they've adapted to over years. The child is around pre-teen years.

A Little Simeon Dad Story

(BoF AU) (some angst) (but some softness) (mentions of physical harm and bullying)

Word Count: +2,400

“I’m home,” MC announced – restrained and hoping that Simeon wouldn’t notice them coming through the front door. They tried to sneak off to their room as quietly as possible.

“Welcome back, sweetie. How was school?” Simeon hollered from the kitchen as he stirred the pot. He had a homemade loaf of bread baking in the oven; something had to distract him from the fact that his child insisted upon walking home on their own for the first time, and breadmaking was – at least – time consuming.

Yes, his child was probably old enough to walk home alone; they were the equivalent of Luke’s age when he first started going around the Devildom on his own. However, Simeon had grown into an overprotective father, and ever since his sweet baby began their education, he would walk them to and from school every day – if he couldn’t walk them, there were a handful of powerful members of their adoptive family that would. Although, the one time that Diavolo walked them to school, MC was embarrassed to be dropped off by the King. They didn’t hear the end of it for weeks. Simeon wanted to know that his child was safe and protected, but he also understood that his baby had to grow up at some point; it would only stunt their growth if he refused their request to walk back from school on their own today. Besides, if MC needed help, they had their D.D.D. with them; and they had taken to technology much quicker than Simeon ever could. After a month with it, they were already able to start teaching him about new features. Ah, youth. Simeon smiled to himself.

“How was walking home alone?” Simeon asked another question, trying to prompt his child to join him in the kitchen and talk about their day.

In truth, Simeon had been watching the clock carefully, calculating a reasonable time frame for his child to return, justifying every second past the earliest possible minute. Did they stay a little later to talk with a friend? Did they have to talk to a teacher after class? Do they walk slower when they aren’t trying to keep up with me? Maybe they feel sore? Or maybe they’re leisurely enjoying the scenery? Did they stop somewhere? No – they would have told me, right? What if they got lost? What if – Simeon had to silence those thoughts. When the door opened, and his sweet baby’s voice rang out, he was awash with relief.

“It was fine, but I’m pretty tired. I was thinking about taking a shower and going to bed. I’ll do homework tomorrow.” They tried to cover the strain in their voice that came from an added layer of pain today. Don’t cry. Don’t cry. Don’t cry.

That struck Simeon as odd, and MC needed to eat something after getting back. He turned the stove temperature down and peeked his head out into the living room to find his child slinking towards their room. “You have to eat, MC – even if it’s just a few bites. Dinner will be ready soon. It’s one of your favorites. If you want to shower before eating, that’s fine.”

“Alright, dad,” they paused, angling themselves away from Simeon, before adding, “thanks.”

“Is something wrong, sweetie?”

“Nope. All good.”

“You are awful at lying to your father,” Simeon sighed. It was a relief that they hadn’t learned how to lie well yet. “Can you look at me?”

MC turned around to reveal a bruised and scratched up cheek – evidence of being punched by someone wearing rings, and probably gaudy and cheap decorative ones at that.  The front of their pants was slightly dirty, as if MC had made an attempt to brush them clean only to stop when they realized it stung the scrapes on the palms of their hands and smeared specks of blood over the dirty surface.

Simeon’s jaw dropped, horrified. He rushed to their side, resisting the urge to pat them and check for other injuries. “What happened to you?!”

“It’s fine. Nothing happened,” they shrugged – although the motion hurt. “I just want to get cleaned up.”

Simeon took a deep breath in to calm himself. “I understand that, but we need to talk about this. You’re all scratched up and bruised. I’m worried.”

“I’m fine. Can it wait until after I’m clean?” There was a bite to their words.

“Okay,” Simeon conceded. “Do you need me to help disinfect anything?”

“I can do it.”

“Okay. Alright.” Simeon bit back his pain and concern. “I’ll finish dinner. Come to the couch in the living room when you’re done.”

“Fine.”

“I love you, okay?”

“I love you, too.”

Simeon rushed to finish dinner, trying not to accidentally stir his rage into the stew as it bubbled up. He pulled out the bread to let it cool. Why did I let them walk alone?! I should have protected them.

When MC left the bathroom, everything ached more than usual and their upper arm felt stiff where they had been punched – and after they fell to the ground, kicked. If the witch from the Demonus shop that Simeon never let MC go into hadn’t come out of her store to chase away those demons, it would have been worse. Thinking back, MC was embarrassed that they got up and ran away without even bothering to thank her. She had even bent down to ask if they were okay and if she should call someone for them.

Simeon was waiting on the couch for them. He was unusually scrunched up, bending forward and holding himself while tapping at the side of his thigh with one hand. The rhythmic sensation soothed him slightly, but he couldn’t get the thought out of his head: someone had beaten his baby – and it could have been much worse. His eyes were trained on the floor.

“. . .dad?” MC mumbled awkwardly. They hadn’t seen him this distressed in years.

“Oh, sorry sweetie.” Simeon jolted up and scooted over more. He pat the spot next to him, which MC took. They stared at him, waiting for him – as the parent – to breach the topic. Simeon nervously rubbed the back of his neck. “I don’t know where to start. How bad is the pain? What happened? Who – I know this wasn’t an accident, so who did it?”

Although Simeon had intended to smother his wrath before MC returned, it came back just under the surface when he imagined someone daring to attack his baby. MC wasn’t meant to know how mad he was, but they could tell, so they told him a redacted version of the truth: a couple of demons from school had ganged up on them on their way back home. The demons had seen MC leave by themselves, and they waited until they were far enough from the school campus to attack. The specifics of the attack were left out, and no names were given. As much as Simeon wanted to know, he recognized that he had a desire for revenge more than justice. It was for the best that MC kept their identities a secret. MC explained that they ran home as quickly as they could after the shop owner rescued them, and that they waited outside for a few minutes until their breath calmed down. Simeon would never admit it, but he was a bit impressed that they had the forethought to wait outside for a while.

“. . .that’s about it,” MC added, hoping they were done with the awful ordeal of recounting the attack.

“I need to know where you got hit.”

“Nowhere bad. No head, neck, throat, spine, or chest hits,” they added, counting each one off on their fingers. “It’s not my first attack.”

At that solemn reminder, Simeon swallowed hard, gulping down his guilt; it wasn’t useful to him now. “I know, and I trust you, but I’m going to call the physician Barbatos and Diavolo found for you later. I’d feel better if we got you checked up.”

“I don’t want–” they started.

“I wasn’t asking,” Simeon interrupted. “I need you to do this for me. If you don’t like the doctor, we’ll get you another one.”

“She’s fine, but I really don’t need to go. I’ll be okay.”

“That’s good. Then your doctor will confirm that with us after your appointment.”

“Can it at least wait until tomorrow morning?” They sighed. It had already been such a long day, and they were certain they were going to be fine. If they needed a check-up to appease their father, they would get it, but right now, they just wanted to rest.

“Promise you’ll be okay.” Simeon held out his little finger. He hadn’t made MC pinky promise in years. If not for the seriousness on their father’s face, MC would have thought Simeon was just being an embarrassing, goofy dad again. They nodded and hooked their finger with his. Simeon gave them a soft smile. “Okay. We can wait, but if you feel worse at any point in the night, tell me right away – even if you think it’s nothing, understand?”

“Yes.”

“Good. Thank you, sweetie.” Simeon finally let go of his child’s pinky. “Can I ask you something else?”

“Sure.”

“Why did you want to walk home alone today?”

“It’s stupid.”

“That’s okay,” Simeon smiled, “even if you think it’s stupid, I want to know.”

“I wanted to walk home with Sylvia,” MC admitted. “She’s an incubus – or maybe it’s a succubus now? I don’t know – her mom’s a succubus. She’s really nice to me, and I want to be friends with her. We walk the same way home sometimes, so I thought – I don’t know. But she didn’t show up today, so I just walked alone.”

“So, you didn’t actually want to walk home alone?” Simeon was almost pleased to know that someone was nice to his baby. “Why didn’t you call someone to walk you home?”

“I didn’t want to bother or disappoint you.”

“Why would I be disappointed, sweetheart?”

“Because I was the one who asked if I could walk home alone.”

“You’re allowed to change your mind.” Simeon shook his head in exasperation. “Why didn’t you call someone else?”

“Barbatos is always busy, Satan has book club with Solomon and (original) MC on Friday afternoons, everyone fauns over Luke and Diavolo when they pick me up, and the last time uncle Raph walked me home, he caused 80 thousand grimm worth of damage because a demon said I smelled like a mutt. So, I just walked alone.”

“Why do you know so much about the adults in your life?” Simeon slapped his hand to his own forehead with a sigh. “Sweetie, can I have a hug?”

MC shrugged. “Okay.”

“My sweet baby.” Simeon wrapped MC in his gentle embrace. He was warm enough that the pain began to fade slightly – or maybe it wasn’t the warmth. Maybe their dad just had magical, healing hugs. Simeon rubbed their back softly, careful not to add too much pressure. “It wouldn’t have been a bother. I’m always happy to walk you home. I’m so sorry that you got hurt because you didn’t want to ask for help. I’m your dad. I’ll show up when I know you need me.”

Simeon pulled back and put his hands on MC’s arms, holding them affectionately. The swelling on their arm was evident under his hand, and Simeon felt his heart break. He couldn’t even see the bruise, but he knew it was bad.

“Wait here for one second, okay?” Simeon signaled for MC to stay put while he hurried to the medicine cabinet. He returned with a large glass jar containing an ominous-looking blue substance.

“What is that?”

“Solomon concocted a soothing lotion for you to help with some of your pain. It’s supposed to be pretty strong. He brought it by – probably on his way to this mysterious book club I’ve never heard about before. You should try some on the bruises. It might help.” Simeon sat down and set the jar between them. “Do you want me to put it on your arm for you?”

Normally, MC would have insisted that they could do it themselves, but after the day they had, they wanted a bit of attention and care. They nodded.

“Roll up your sleep for me, then.”

Simeon tried not to react to the massive bruises on his child’s arm. They were already turning dark shades of purple and brown. It looked painful, and there were multiple hard lumps under the darkest parts. Simeon gently applied the lotion, feeling his own hand start to tingle from the lotion’s numbing properties. He hoped it would be enough to help his poor baby. When he was done, Simeon rolled their sleeve back down – happy to not have to face physical evidence of his child’s pain anymore. “How does it feel?”

“It’s the strongest sh– stuff he’s ever made,” MC quickly corrected their desire to curse, shocked by the degree of pain relief Solomon’s concoction had given them. “It feels a little better.”

“Good. I’ll pass that onto Solomon. I’ll let you keep this, but if you want help putting it on, just ask.” Simeon smiled softly as he tightened the lid on the jar. He stood up. “How about we put on one of your comfort shows or a movie you like, and we can eat dinner in here while we watch it? Does that sound good?”

“For real?” MC perked up, which warmed Simeon’s heart.

“Yes, and maybe you can tell me about that girl you want to befriend. Is it the one with the single mom? I think I know her.”

“Yeah. But why do you know a succubus, dad?” MC smirked. “That’s sus. Should I tell Barbatos?”

“What? Why? I know most of the parents! I go to PTA meetings – whether they like it or not,” Simeon’s embarrassment gave way to bitterness as he grumbled the last part, mostly to himself. Some of the demon parents weren’t keen on him or his child being involved with the school. Still, if it was the succubus he was thinking about – the nice single mom who had actually been friendly to him during the first meeting, then Simeon was happy at the prospect of her daughter befriending his kid. Simeon added on, “And stop learning slang from your classmates. I don’t understand it.”

“I’m sorry.” MC didn’t mean it – not about the slang, anyway.

“It’s okay, sweetie. I love you.”

“I love you, too, dad. Now, can we please eat? Dinner smells so good, and I’m so hungry that I finally understand uncle Beel.”

“Okay, okay, my growing child,” Simeon laughed, “just don’t eat the plate like your uncle.”

A/N: Hopefully I did okay with writing a child character. I don't have a lot of experience there. I know this one is different, but hopefully y'all enjoy it - and if no one else, than that at least 💜 anon enjoys it. I hope you don't mind that I added some OC content in here. I wanted the MC to have a friend their age. Simeon also deserves a "technically single" parent friend. And what's more fun than a former angel being friends with a succubus?

[5sosfanfictioncatalogue]

Clumsy Masterlist

A Little Magical Assistance (ao3) - orphan_account michael/luke G, 9k

Summary: Luke has known for a while that there is someone in the school watching over him and performing silent spells on him so he doesn’t miss the bottom stair and land on his face or lean too far over a banister only to fall and break his neck. It took him longer than it probably should to work it out, and, actually, Luke doesn’t actually realise himself until Ashton points out bluntly that you can only do a trip-fall-sprawl without actually touching the floor a few times before it’s obvious someone has their wand pointed at you, and it’s not just Peeves being abnormally friendly.

A Shitty Gay Song About You (ao3) - 1loulu5 luke/calum T, 2k

Summary: It sucks to be in a “band” with someone who doesn’t give you the time of day. It’s even worse when you’ve managed to fall in love with them. For some strange reason, Calum doesn’t think that that’s relatable to anybody else.

~~~

Calum is in love with Luke but Luke doesn't really like him at all.

D (ao3) - HolyAFIx94 luke/calum G, 3k

Summary: ♡Damage done to a person also translates into their soulmate's body (cuts, bruises and all)♡

Doctor Hemmings (ao3) - SinisterMind michael/luke T, 6k

Summary: Everyone wanted to be the one Doctor Luke Hemmings dated

Too bad he's married to the clumsy nurse in training

Hey boy, stop pacing around the room (ao3) - Extras0fts michael/calum, luke/ashton G, 2k

Summary: Michael read the name written on his coffee cup. He sighed, cringing at the misspelling of his own simple name. In messy handwriting, 'Meekle' was scrawled along the side of the cup. He shrugged before taking his coffee and leaving for his next class while daydreaming about the clumsy barista boy.

Or the story where Calum is a clumsy barista who always gets his crush's order wrong.

i'm still learning to love, just starting to crawl (ao3) - 5sosandfood luke/ashton T, 3k

Summary: luke is a baby lamb, shakespeare doesn't make sense, and ashton actually really likes luke

Love At First Sight - @sup3rbloom (haveufoundwhaturlookingfor) luke/ashton T, 3k

Summary: A shared bruises soulmate au in which Michael and Calum are already soulmates and Ashton is still waiting for his soulmate, and he also happened to get stuck with an incredibly clumsy soulmate.

Luke & The Case of The Missing Pacifier (ao3) - KeepCalm_WriteOn ot4 N/R, 1k

Summary: Little Luke wakes up before everyone, and he has a serious problem to fix before he can go back to sleep. His pacifier missing. (Pure fluff, with slight hurt/comfort)

shooting love in real time (ao3) - jbhmalum luke/ashton T, 4k

Summary: There’s an infinite number of things Ashton loves about Luke; everything from his view of the world to the way he looks when he’s wearing glitter to the way he kisses Ashton soft and sweet in the mornings.

But Luke’s clumsiness is possibly the most endearing thing about him.

Ski Bunny (ao3) - punchinginadream luke/ashton N/R, 3k

Summary: In which Ashton is a clumsy, inexperienced skier with a grudge and Luke's the helpful, angelic snowboarder who comes to his rescue.

[parad-ice-lostandfound]

Prompt:

Pairing: NA

Genre: Angst

TW: Major character death, sad baby Luke, mentions of bl**d, mention of sharp pointy weapon, Luke being forced to do something he doesn’t want to, Michael’s an a**hole.

“Why…? Why would you do this Simeon?!” Luke yelled, holding his spear out at his former mentor. His hands trembled, eyes filled with unshed tears.

Simeon simply smiled. “You do stupid things for the ones you love Luke,” he replied, voice calm and steady as always.

No… please no… Scream, curse, do something.. Anything.. please just don’t accept this…

“Luke.”

Had Michael’s voice always been this grating on the ears? Harsh, with no sign of the softness he would display to the younger angels? Luke bit his lip, a single tear making its way down his face. His hands shook harder. How was he to harm the one who had raised him, helped and encouraged him in each of his endeavours?

How was he to harm someone he thought of as a father?

“Luke.” Michael’s unforgiving voice reached out once again, a vicious undertone to his words as he sneered, “Are you unable to do such a simple task now? How will you ever be like me?”

I don’t want to be like you…not anymore… I don’t want this… Please, show mercy…

“Do it, Luke,” Simeon’s voice was such a contrast. Sweet as always, never looking down upon the younger angel for his lack of experience. Always ready to pick him up and dust him off if he ever stumbled.

Luke wondered if he would ever get to experience that again.

Simeon stepped closer, while Luke stayed rooted to his spot. Calmly, Simeon steadied the shaking spear, the blade pointed at his chest. The older angel smiled at Luke as he pulled it closer, pressing the tip of the blade against his clothed skin. “Don’t be afraid.”

“Any last words traitor?” Michael snarled. Simeon looked up at him with indifference. “I have not, for a single moment, regretted anything I have done. If there is something I regret, it’s leaving my friends and loved ones without so much as a goodbye. But given a chance… I would do it all over again.”

Michael’s eyes burned with fury at his words, his continued defiance. “Kill him, Luke.”

Luke found his body acting of its own accord, moving to complete the order given by his superior. The spear pierced through Simeon’s chest, the older angel sending the younger a melancholic smile.

“I w-want you to know..”

Please stop talking… please…

“I’m proud o-of you, L-luke…”

The dam finally broke, but Luke found he couldn’t scream out like he wanted to.

Instead, silent tears streamed down his face as he watched Simeon’s eyes lose their light, his clothes darkening with his blood.

[delphi-dreamin]

Desperate

Simeon needs help that Delphi is more than willing to provide.

Word count: 2.6k

Pairing: Simeon x Delphi

Warnings: fem!OC, slight voyuerism, pillow humping, unprotected sex, creampie

This started out as just a "What if?" between friends. Then I decided it would be an excellent little snippet for our dear angel's birthday. So, happy birthday, Simeon! 💋

“Baby, I have to go to work,” Delphi chuckles, trying only halfheartedly to push Simeon away. He’s pressed fully against her, pinning her to the wall behind the restaurant where they’d just finished a lovely dinner, while his mouth does absolutely sinful things to her neck, jaw, and shoulder. Goosebumps erupt over her flushed skin as his hands find the hem of her shirt and slide under it, wandering up to her waist. She rakes her fingers through his hair as he sinks his teeth into the muscle of her neck, a low moan escaping her throat, “What’s gotten into you, angel?”

“I need you, starlight,” he breathes into her skin, continuing to place hot, open-mouthed kisses anywhere he can reach. “Please stay with me.”

Still gripping his soft locks, she sighs, “I wish I could, angel. But I have to work tonight.”

The whine he lets out nearly breaks her heart. She isn’t oblivious. She can feel how hard he is where he’s pressed against her abdomen. She’d fully intended on making their date night a full night affair, but she’d been called in at the last minute with only enough time to make their dinner reservation before she needed to teleport to work.

She cups his nearly feverish cheek in her hand, giving him a pitying look. “It’s only a half shift. I’ll be off around midnight. And then, I promise, I will come straight back to you, angel.”

Simeon whines, but nods, his clear turquoise eyes watery with need. He steps back to allow her to move, adjusting his cloak to cover his front. He clears his throat as he adjusts and asks, “You don’t have to go back to the House?”

Delphi smiles, stroking his cheek with her knuckles, “I’m all yours tonight, baby. Lucifer and his brothers aren’t expecting me back until tomorrow evening for dinner. Maybe we can even pry Sol away from his projects later?”

The shiver that she watches go through him at the suggestion forces her lip to curl. Delphi reaches up to press a kiss to Simeon’s soft lips, the lightly sweet flavor of Demonus still clinging to them. He hadn’t had that much, but apparently it was just enough.

“Can you get home okay?” she whispers to him. At his nod, she smiles sweetly one last time and teleports away.

The Devildom Emergency Communications Center is warded against teleportation and summoning magic as a security measure against potential threats. There aren’t as many as one would think, mainly because it falls under the jurisdiction of the Royal Army. But it's still a secure facility, meaning that, like every emergency dispatch center she’s ever worked at, you have to have a key to get in.

Delphi is at the door when she realizes that her key is in her wallet which is on Simeon’s nightstand. She mentally kicks herself for her thoughtlessness. Because, unlike her agency in the human world, the DECC won’t just buzz you in if you forget your key.

She still has half an hour before she has to be on console, so she teleports herself back to Purgatory Hall. Luke and Solomon are at the castle for a few hours, so there’s an almost eerie stillness to the dorm when she enters. She doesn't think anything of it and continues up to Simeon's door, just about to walk in when she hears a peculiar sound.

It's almost like a sob, she thinks. But that doesn't make sense. Why would Simeon be crying? The door is cracked, so she peers in toward his bed and her heart nearly stops. The breath goes from her lungs, her face grows hot, and there’s an immediate throb between her legs that she decides right then and there that she will not ignore. She whips out her D.D.D. and shoots off a quick text to her boss, claiming food poisoning, then turns the thing off completely.

Looking back inside the room, her mouth goes dry. She hadn’t been imagining it.

Simeon is on his bed, stripped of his cloak and crisp white pants, the vast expanse of his rich honey-colored back exposed to the moonlight streaming through his open curtains, his muscles highlighted in silver. The clerical collar that usually sits at his throat is pulled off and thrown haphazardly on his nightstand, threatening to fall off if a breeze were to catch it. He’s glistening with sweat, his normally soft chestnut locks pasted to his forehead and cheeks, and desperately rutting into…Her pillow?

The throb between her legs turns into a burning ache as she realizes that, yes, that is unmistakably her pink pillowcase she sees beneath his hips and grasped tightly in his shaking hand. She’d left it because she was planning to stay the night that night after she got off work, but clearly her boyfriend had other plans with the piece of bedding. She watches, enraptured, as he bows his head and his thrusts become faster, more desperate.

The gasp she lets out, though, when she hears him cry, “Please, starlight-- Delphi, I need you—” is so loud that she’s astounded that he didn’t hear.

Delphi can’t stop herself from slipping into the room and softly closing the door behind her, silently as she can turning the lock and placing a curse on the handle so that they can’t be disturbed. She approaches the bed, resting her knee on the corner and asking gently, “Do you want some help, baby?”

He jumps at the sound of her voice, rolling over to quickly hide her pillow behind him. His beautiful turquoise eyes are blown and he’s flushed with need from his chest to the tips of his ears. His cock, hard and glistening with precum, twitches against his stomach as she watches him with a soft smile.

“I thought you were at work?” Simeon pants, voice smaller than she’d ever heard it.

“I forgot my wallet,” Delphi explains, gesturing to the nightstand where her wallet sits next to his precariously perched clerical collar. “But it seems like you need me more than they do.”

She climbs onto the bed and settles on her knees between his legs with a grin. She runs a hand up one of his warm thighs, watching intently as he groans and leans back onto his elbows, his head falling back beautifully. He arches into her touch as she continues to trail her hand up his hip and tightly clenched abs. Delphi spreads her hands over his pecs as she settles herself on his abs, leaning down to brush her lips against his.

“Delphi,” Simeon breathes into her mouth, gripping her hips tightly.

“What do you need, angel?” she responds, pulling back just enough to look him in the eye.

He uses his grip on her hips to pick her up and roll them both over, pinning her beneath him. Simeon looks her up and down, letting out an appreciative hum at the growing wet spot in the crotch of her leggings. He runs his hands down her legs, thumbs dipping down to scrape gently at her inner thighs. He sighs, “I’d like these off, if possible.”

Delphi grins, lifting her hips for him. He hooks his fingers under the elastic waistband and slowly pulls leggings and panties both down her hips, hissing at the glistening strands of slick that stretch away with the clothes. Simeon discards them without taking his eyes off her, groaning as she drops her knees, letting her legs spread wide for him.

“Oh, starlight,” he groans, biting his lip.

A smirk still curling the corners of her mouth, she teases, “Can the rest come off, angel? Or do I have to keep my shirt on?”

“Whatever you want,” Simeon breathes, reaching down to slide his hands under the hem of her shirt. She arches her back so prettily for him as he slips the garment up over the swell of her breasts, his mouth watering at the sight of the inky black of her pact marks against her creamy skin. They’ve always bothered him, though he’d never tell her that. It means that her soul is forfeit, she’ll never know paradise if she ever passes. But he has to admit, they do suit her.

He brushes his thumbs over her soft, pink nipples, watching with delight as the skin pebbles and the little nubs harden under his touch. It still amazes him that she reacts to him this way, that she wants him in this way. Never could he have imagined, at the beginning of the exchange program, that he would not only be head over heels in love with one of the human exchange students, but that she would return his affections wholly and without reservation.

He watches with wonder as goosebumps form over her chest, following the trail of his fingers wherever they go. He loves to watch her. Loves to see the different ways he can bring her pleasure, the ways he can make her fall apart beneath him. Simeon gingerly pulls the shirt over her head, laying it beside her shoulder before running his gloved hands down her pale arms.

Delphi takes one of his hands in hers when they meet, bringing it up to her lips to kiss his fingertips before taking one long finger into her mouth. She keeps her eyes trained on his as she soaks his glove under her swirling tongue, smirking at the whine he lets slip from his plush lips. She watches his pupils go impossibly wider with want, only a thin ring of turquoise visible around them as she begins to tug the glove off between her teeth.

As the dark fabric slides off, she watches his breath go shallow and his cheeks darken. She can see his pulse jumping in his throat, can feel the heat radiating from him as he kneels over her. He raises his other hand to her lips, roughly inserting two fingers between them. His eyelashes flutter closed as she takes the digits eagerly, swirling her tongue around and over them and leaving his glove soaked before removing the second one as well.

Simeon lowers himself to his elbows, carefully not putting all his weight on her petite frame but slotting himself between her thighs. He looks at her with pleading eyes.

“Starlight, can I—”

“Please, angel,” Delphi cuts him off before Simeon can finish his question. There’s an insistent need to feel him inside her beginning deep within her core. She reaches up to brush his hair away from his eyes, her hand coming to rest finally on his bicep. “Fill me up. Let me feel all of you. Give me everything you have, baby.”

Before she can finish her entreaties, Simeon claims her lips, drawing moans from her delicate throat as he presses into her. He moves slowly, evenly, allowing her to feel every inch as he sheathes himself completely within her warmth.

“Fuck, angel,” she sighs as his thick tip prods deliciously at the spongey sweet spot deep within her, his movements small but steady, continually hitting that one spot over and over, exactly how she likes. She fists her hand in his hair, pulling him down to her and kissing at his neck and jaw.

His breath is rough in her ear between panting moans and whispers of her name. Every noise, every puff of warm air in the shell of her ear sends a shiver down her spine, more goosebumps erupting over her sensitive skin. Simeon takes her earlobe between his teeth, nibbling on it gently as he continues to rock into her.

His pace is unhurried, occasionally pausing to withdraw nearly completely before slowly pushing back in to the hilt. The slow drag of him against her walls is intoxicating, a dizzy feeling clouding her senses as he slows even further, hovering with just his swollen cockhead teasing the little ring of muscle at her entrance. Simeon delights in her whines and groans, her whimpering gaining pitch as he feels her begin to clench around him.

Pretty violet eyes, glassy and ringed with fuchsia, look back at him as he hefts himself onto his elbows. There’s a rosy flush to her cheeks and sweat is beginning to shine on her forehead and neck. Simeon sighs into her touch as she snakes a hand up to cup his cheek, running a thumb along his lower lip. He kisses the pad of it gently, grinning as he feels her pulse quicken and her walls tighten around his length.

“Are you going to come for me, starlight?” he breathes, maintaining a steady rhythm despite her attempt at bucking her hips up to meet his thrusts.

He smiles at her frantic nod, inhaling sharply at the feeling of her nails digging into his arms as she clings to him desperately. Her legs wrap around his hips, allowing him to reach just that little bit deeper, push just that little bit farther, until she’s coming undone beneath him. She cries out in pleasure, eyes screwing shut as he continues to fuck her through her orgasm, his own peak getting closer with every squeeze of her velvety walls.

“Fuck, Simeon,” Delphi sobs, hips stuttering and hands fisting in his hair. The jolting of her hips slows as he continues to rock into her, his pace quickening until she can feel a second peak forming and tears begin to form in her violet eyes.

Every time with Simeon is different, she realizes as he dips his head down to place a kiss over the pulse in her neck. He’s always gentle with her, always careful of the fact that her human body would be so easy to break. It’s only when she turns her head to capture his lips with her own, moaning prettily into him, that he takes it as permission to chase his own high, to be a little less than gentle with her.

He lifts her thighs to rest on his shoulders, pressing a kiss into the inside of her knee as she adjusts to the new position. Then she looks up at him, brows furrowed and eyes pleading, her bottom lip between her teeth, and Simeon snaps his hips into hers.

Her high, keening cry is all the encouragement he needs to keep going, to hammer into her as hard and as fast as he can manage without hurting her. Relentlessly, he pounds into the spongey sweet spot deep within her, causing stars to bloom over Delphi's vision with each thrust.

“Oh, Simeon,” she moans, gripping tightly to the sheets above her head. “Angel, I’m so close, please!”

Simeon chuckles, pressing another kiss to her knee. “Go on, starlight,” he pants, finding her clit with one of his long fingers and rubbing circles around the swollen bud. He smiles at the whine it draws from her, watching as her eyes squeeze shut and her legs shake.

“Look at me, lamb,” Simeon breathes, smiling as she meets his gaze. “I want to see the look on your face when you fall apart for me.”

His teasing is all the push Delphi needs to fall over the edge once again, a cry of pleasure escaping her lips as her orgasm crashes around her. Her walls clenching around him sends Simeon hurtling toward his release as well, his hips snapping into hers just a few more times before he stills, his warmth filling her until she’s certain she can’t take any more.

Breath heavy and glassy-eyed, Delphi can’t help giggling as Simeon collapses on her, nuzzling into her neck with a contented sigh. She wraps her arms around him gently, raking her hands through his soft chestnut hair. She kisses just beneath his ear, breathing, “Feel better, baby?”

“Mm, very much,” Simeon hums.

“Good,” she chuckles. “Now get off of me! My hips can’t take much more than this!”

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[finalghost]

— ELIZA DIDN'T LIKE BEING told what to do . but when thomas's hips commanded her body downward , she complied , sinking into the plush mattress like an angel into a cloud . licks of fire rolled off his arms & chest , enveloping her in its heat . like a snake , she craved more ; slender arms knotted around the back of his neck as she deepened their embrace , pressing her chest against his . one sharpened nail drew soft spirals against the side of his neck , the point digging in with the precision of a needle when he dared to smirk at her with such audacious satisfaction . he wasn't like how he'd been as kids . somewhere along the way , shy , nervous , careful & kind tommy had been discarded for this masquerading puppet that wore luke's face a cold smile accessorized with derisive eyes . still , despite the uncanniness he seemed to possess at times , it was still his face . thomas's — the face she loved adored .

lips bloomed like a red rose , parting & puckering as soft features grazed over his . she was a single breath away — could practically taste him in the thin air between them — when her muscles hardened to stone strings , when her heart paused its tomdrum pitter-patters . his words reached her ears & burrowed their way into her hopelessly delicate heart , but his lips , the same ones that had just forged such a cruel knife of a sentence , continued to pepper affection across her small nose & burning cheeks . sour , sweet . cold , hot . " seems like we're pretty ' together ' right now . . . " she grumbled beneath her breath , not necessarily at him . eliza's expression had darkened , but she tried to conceal the unseemly display of heartache by turning her head to the side , letting a wave of chestnut hair fall over the side of her face like a sheer veil .

still , he continued to purr , the vibrations of his chest barely drawing her attention as she , instead , tried to focus her gaze on the tangled mess of navy sheets that pooled beneath them . " oh ? " it was more of a hum than actual acknowledgment , her ego still recovering from its wound . once upon a time , she could've sworn he'd been smitten with her . maybe even enamored . nowadays , though , eliza could hardly tell if he liked her at all . . . or simply tolerated her . there was one thing , though , she knew he liked for certain . untwining from his neck , her claws dragged over his shoulders & across his chest . " so i can't touch you ? " they continued their red-threaded trail down his abdomen . " there ? " curious digits crawled further down , tracing the band of his pants . one finger hooked under the fold , tugging playfully . " here ? "

eliza's head tilted , her face meeting his once more — the expression of woe wiped clean . in its stead was a blank canvas . empty , unreadable . a kittenish smirk was all she showed before teasing her lips over his . a ghost of a kiss . then , her hands were up by the sides of her head as if in surrender . their curious exploration at an end . " it gets sooooo cold up there at night , baby . but , if it will make you happy . . . how should i behave ? "

‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎" NEUROTIC. " HE SCOFFED, feeling the vibrations of her vocal chords against his lips as she replied, dragging his teeth long the vein that sat just beneath her skin as his eyes rolled back into his skull in irritation. feeling her hips shift forward, a maneuver he knew well as a silent encouragement for him to shut up , the man groaned both in irritation and — well. . . " liza , " he huffed, meeting her hips with his, pressing her deeper into against the mattress beneath them, the fabric of her skirt riding up even further as he damns himself for even mentioning anything about in the first place.

‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎if there was one thing eliza marquis liked to do , all involvement with him aside , it was bicker.

‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎the irritated growl that formed in his throat melted almost into a purr as her manicure dragged lazily against his scalp, pushing through thick tufts of hair and electrifying his already buzzing skin. as she spoke, his one hand had moved from the outward curve of her hip, lazy fingers dragging along the bare outer skin of her thigh, trailing from her bent knee to the hem of the wrinkled fabric practically hoisted to her waist. with his head now drawn back, thomas noticed the pout, the way her lips were just faintly swelled, and how the corners dipped down at his retraction of affections. he smirked cockily at her, his head tilting like a curious predator , listening with intrigue as she smeared luke's namesake.

‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ her words, however, gave him pause, thick brows coming together to furrow on his scrunched forehead. a laugh then left his lips , the amusement sounding as a low, deep rumble in his chest, and he shook his head at her. ‏‏‎" knew it , " he strung out his reply, drawling his speech the same way she had as he looked at her. eliza's features were so intricate , as if they had been painted by a skilled hand atop porcelaine. . . then, her breath was warm against his mouth, a wisp of tobacco laced with mint, and thomas would have caved in to the gesture were it not for the flash of impatience that fogged his vision, annoyance twinkling in his eye.

‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ " can't leave me if we're not together , " he reminded her in a whisper, tilting his chin enough to gently kiss the round button of the nose that had grazed his. tom's lips then adorned the rounds of her flushed cheeks with feathered dotings of affection, humming in contemplation before sealing another kiss against her temple.

‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ " you know you're gonna have to behave on this little trip you got us all wrapped up in , right ?? can't be like last time."

[levered-a]

@pahtterson​

                    𝐖𝐢𝐝𝐞     𝐞𝐲𝐞𝐬     𝐟𝐥𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐞𝐫     𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦     𝐨𝐧𝐞     𝐠𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐬     𝐯𝐢𝐚𝐥     𝐭𝐨     𝐭𝐡𝐞     𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫     ,     and     there’s     nothing     but     MANIA     written     across     a     face     once     void     of     any     emotion.     The     rush     that     spreads     in     her     body     warms     her     from     head     to     toe     and     the     chemistry     lab     feels     like     home.     If     she     closes     her     eyes     she     can     hear     Yzma     barking     instructions     at     her     while     the     smell     of     Kronk’s     perogies     flood     her     senses.     She     lost     herself     in     her     daydream     for     a     split     second     but     the     sound     of     the     door     swinging     open     has     her     alert     instantly.     It’s     reflexive     the     way     she     pulls     the     knife     out     of     its     safe     spot     around     her     thigh     ,     arm     arching     over     her     head     as     she     releases     the     blade     ,     sending     it     across     the     room     and     THROUGH     the     boy.     Disbelief     contorts     her     features     as     she     stares     at     his     shoulder     where     the     weapon     should     be     lodged.     Instead     it’s     fallen     on     the     floor     behind     him     and     it     has     her     brows     knitting     in     frustration.

The     shatter     of     glass     is     ear     splitting     as     she     breaks     a     glass     cylinder     against     the     bench     top     ,     brandishing     her     new     found     weapon     at     the     harmless     looking     boy.     One     thing     the     isle     had     taught     her     well     :     nothing     was     harmless.     ❝     Who     the     fuck     are     YOU     ?     ❞     Words     fall     flat     on     monotonous     tongue     as     her     eyes     glance     over     his     shoulder     at     the     open     door     behind     him.     He’s     going     to     get     her     caught.     ❝     Close     door     or     else     I’ll     —     ,     ❞     Threat     trails     off     as     the     realization     settles.     What     upper     hand     did     she     have     to     a     boy     who     she     could     do     NO     HARM     ?     ❝     What     exactly     are     you     ?     ❞