#ugh this is mc all over again

[wickedhawtwexler]

yeah it's important to create a character who's flawed but likeable, realistic, interesting, dynamic, etc. but the most important part of creating a character is asking yourself: will the people of www.tumblr.com go insane about them?

[rollercoasterwords]

What other fandoms do you think you’d write for? Or are you strictly an HP writer?

PS. Love ATWMD and THTF. Your writing is impeccable.

i’ve written a captive prince & succession fic as well so! & have also briefly written fics in some other fandoms when i was much younger which r now too embarrassing 2 name lmao

honestly not sure what other fandoms i’d write for it honestly just comes down 2 whether i’m gripped w an idea for certain characters…would love 2 escape hp fandom lol but i think part of why it’s sucked me in so bad is that i like fucking around w the holes in the canon universe…like most of the marauders fic i’ve written has been either canon compliant or canon divergent & me going “hmmm what would these characters do in this context” & now bc i’ve spent so much time thinking abt & writing them it’s just also becoming easy 2 plug these characters into aus 🤧

actually thinking abt my fic writing experience generally the thing that tends 2 make me wanna write fic is if there’s something abt canon that i wanna patch in…like my captive prince fic is just canon but from a different character’s pov & my succession fic is just “what if kenstewy were canon” lol. have thought abt writing aftg from andrew’s pov & the first book of the feverwake duology from dara’s pov simply bc that’s something i enjoyed doing w atyd & captive prince but never actually did…guess i could also see myself potentially writing spn fic if i came up w an idea i liked…& honestly i think if i ever reread trc i might go crazy for real & could then potentially decide 2 write fic who knows. but atp i feel like marauders fic has just become my comfort zone…it’s just a weird balance to strike where a story has to have characters i love but be unsatisfying (poorly written/queerbait/not actually queerbait but i’m delusional/would be fun 2 see from another character’s pov) enough that there r gaps i wanna fill. so like there r various stories/franchises/series i’ve loved where i’ve just never felt compelled at all 2 read or write fic bc i got everything i wanted out of the story etc!

[pyrothecary]

raffafdeln. openhear t adventurw (aINCLUDES SPOEILRS FOR ALL OF OH1)

WKWJWJDJWKKWDKKFJEJWKSNDKHFJEJSKSKSKDJXJDJJSKZJXJDJWWKDKFJDKSIXUVHJSKSNCJSKEJCJSJKSJCNFJWKDHCKWIDJCJDJSJDHCIWKFHRJSNSJXJ!!!;!3!(!(!(&4&!4!3!3& FINALLY FIALLYFINALLY HES HERE HES HERE IMHES

ABFHJSJFH <33333 i know this is like bad. for him. but it's so sexy when he doesn't even have to think about risking his life for strangers and as a Fictional Character who now has plot armour after the hellhole that was book 2 i think he should keep doing that. i love a man in uniform 😍

TRUEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE

LEKKKEKETS FUCKING GO

LET'S FUCKING GO.

LET'S FUCKING GOOOOO

there are twears in my eyes guysnIFFORGOT WHY I FELL IN LOVE WITH HIM IN THE FIRST PLACE AFTER HAVING MY BRAIN WASHED BY BOOK 2 AND 3. BUT HESS SOFOSOSOSO U EI MD GJKF rafael aveiro you are so perfect to me and for me. let's have our wedding in the sandy beaches of tahiti

also i have no idea how i didn't buy this diamond choice before. there's no way past me chose to go to ETHAN instead of him right lol. no way right lol....?

...... Eueuuugghhhghh

EUUGHGGGHGH

WEUIFHGGHHFFJFJ raf u have no idea <3 stapling up ur appendix is what made me swear off the other LIs once and for all (sorry there's something wrong with me)

i;m ijnkvlvllvvvlvvleeiwthekyuouuuuu i can't believe we had all this. and then we went from THIS to.... book 2.... and even when i got him back he was never the same

[through tears] there is nothing sexier than consent

ok book complete. there is a pit in my gut thinking about what i know will happen the next time i see him in book 2 but haha this is fine! i swear to god i'm going to do a fanfic rewrite of AT THE VERY LEAST the quarantine scenes. i don't know how soon but i know in my heart that i will not be able to rest until it happens

[freddos616]

me when sir oberon (he flirts with me periodically and is technically my annoying half-brother's ex)

[braidwoods]

i hope mc makes mal wear a wig or im not buying a single scene with him in bolas2

[purrincess-chat]

Ironically, "Marinette is dumped by Adrien, then gets into romantic relationship with Chat Noir" is more or less beginning of "Chat Blanc"

It's basically as if (some) MariChat shippers want first half of "Chat Blanc" (where Chat Noir has "happy romantic relationship with Marinette" after finding out that she is Ladybug and deciding to don't tell her about it) to happen, but without "second half" (where Gabriel finds out that "Adrien = Chat Noir" and exploits it to akumatize Chat Noir into Chat Blanc)

There's a really weird double standard in the fandom, and a lot of people infantalize Adrien and are weirdly protective of him. So, I think a lot of people are taking the secret keeping personally, but the thing about it is, it shouldn't fall on Marinette to reveal all of the dirt on his family. Nathalie tried to have Gabriel tell him two seasons ago, but they never did and never pushed it again. I think if anyone should tell him, it should be Nathalie. Ya know, an actual adult in the situation who knows more than Marinette does.

Marinette has had her own share of trauma the past few seasons and has had to deal with way more than she should have. I think one telling moment to me that a lot are overlooking throughout this whole discourse is in Migration when Adrien is talking to the blue boy about Marinette keeping secrets from him back then. He wasn't pressed about knowing the secret; he just didn't want her to feel guilty about it. Because he has secrets too. I can maybe see a similar situation happening in s6 where she feels guilty about it, and maybe it does cause some contention in their relationship, but it doesn't necessarily mean they have to break up over it. They could and probably will work through it. I doubt she will ever tell him, at least not as Marinette bc that would mean a reveal, and we know the writers are milking that for all it's worth, so I doubt the secret is going to break them up necessarily.

The main and most plausible threat I could see is Lila/Cerise/Iris/whoever the fuck. But we will have to see.

[cephydeluxe]

"goddamn, i hate fe fates so fucking much", i say, knowing damn well i sunk 500+ hours into all three of the routes and spending countless hours rewriting it in my head for no reason other than my own enjoyment-

[mondaymelon]

₊⊹ … 99% NOT LOVE ! | kinich x gn!reader

— in which two people notice what two people don't .

— i've gone absolutely batshit over him your honour. im going to now start writing for kinich like a crazed man dying of thirst in the desert. let it be known that streamer!au kinich, enemies to lovers with poacher mc and other ideas are coming up (no im not cheating on xiao shush)

mualani notices it.

"hehe."

and you hear it.

"so! there's a little..." she stares at you with the most serious face you've ever seen on the girl, acting suspiciously unlike herself. gesturing at you with exaggerated hand movements, then pointing toward who knows where, she eyes you. mischievously. "something that's 'going on', yea?"

and at first, you have absolutely no clue what she could be referring to. mualani is a sociable person, after all. her definition of "something" could range anywhere between a particularly cute baby saurian to an out-of-control-bonfire turned wildfire.

with the only eventful thing today being a brief morning surf session with sharky, you just sat there, never having felt more lost.

mualani grabs your shoulders in an iron grip, leaning forward to the point she's almost beginning to seem menacing. you can see the moment where she tries to think over something (which she never does quite successfully) before she straight up shouts:

"ah!! i'll just spell it out for you!! you. and kinich. bestie. spill."

.

.

.

ajaw did more than just "notice" it.

"you..! kIINICH, did you seriously have to-"

"noisy."

"selfish assh- ALMIGHTY DRAGONLORD K'UHUL AJAW HAS HAD ENOUGH OF THE DISRESPECT! TIME AND TIME AGAIN, yOU'VE-"

"once again, ajaw. be quiet."

"sure sure, and pretend i didn't see you and that someone do a little smoochy-smooch, huh?! UGH, now you've asked for it- KINICH AND LOVEY DOVEY, SITTIN' IN A TREE, K-I-S-S-I-N-"

ajaw was what you would call a "witness". though, most would use that term in regards to one seeing a crime or heinous event take place — this event was nothing of that nature.

well, as far as kinich was concerned, the matter was simple. you'd ventured all the way to scions of the canopy to give him a gift, (claiming it was for the time he'd helped you after a couple of yumkausarus hadn't enjoyed your fruit offering and instead decided to off you), and he'd refused to accept it. he wasn't one to receive reimbursement for others, and he didn't particularly like talking either — it was a well-known fact, almost law in natlan, that if the malipo ignored your words, all you need do was apologize and continue on.

well, you did exactly the opposite.

"no thanks."

"...sorry?"

"i don't need it."

"haha, so 'malipo' kinich's rumored no-nonsense nature really proved to be true! now come over here so i can give you my fucking gift!"

you were rather adamant about giving it to him. the reason? you'd bought the gift on a whim after seeing it being sold by a passing merchant, advertised as "80% only today if you buy within the next like 4 minutes" and you'd immediately dropped every mora you had. it was the most useless little thing ever, and you didn't want it at this point, but.. the deals. how could you return such an item???

naturally, you handed it off to the man you'd seen for a good two minutes before he flew, or did whatever his thing was, away. the man had remembered furrowing his brows the slightest, listening to ajaw's persistent yellings of "IT'S AN OFFERING TO ME, TAKE IT" and feeling an oncoming headache. "i said i didn't.."

as he turned to walk away, three unfortunate(?) things occured.

a rock under your shoe and a very graceful process of falling to the ground

kinich looking back (his mistake)

a kiss...?

oh, and two extra.

4. ajaw had saw it all. 5. and mualani, who had saw you from a distance and was coming to greet you, was faced with a sight she could not process.

...Now that he thought over it again, was the matter really "simple"? kinich's job was what he considered simple — split 70% to investigation, 10% to final decision, and 10% to execution, well portioned and planned out.

then, this...

.

.

.

"girlie, you've seriously got the wrong idea. i'm telling you, we aren't dating!"

"mmmokay. of course! because not-dating people kiss allll the time!"

you paused for a moment, remembering kinich's even tone, stern gaze, and... ah, a face that deserved a gold medal.

"it's only 99% not love, okay mualani? but if it wasn't..."

.

.

.

"... and it's 99% not love, ajaw."

(a/n) darling im back from jail part 2. daddys home part 2. not funny? ok. HIHIHIHI ive bene really built like a sun dried raisin lately but kinich is the healing holy water that has saved me i will write more for him in the future because i love him a stupid amount its like the first time in a decade I've written for just ONE character and AND AND

I THOUGHT HE WOULDNT OCME HOME BECAUSE I ONLY HAD 68 WISHES OUT OF MY ORIGINAL LIKE 100+ AND RUINED MY CHANCES BECAUSE OF REALLY REALLY WANTING MuALANI (i love her sm) BUT. BUT BRO CAME HOME. ON THE FIRST 10 PULL AND WON THE 50/50 JUST LIKE MUALANI DID (or is it 45/55 now idk) LIVE LAUGH LOVE KINICH !!

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[kinda-indecisive]

･˳ . ⋆   .˳⋆ Face Kisses pt. I ⋆ .˳⁺⁎˚ ⋆･˳

Basically how I imagine their reactions to an onslaught of face kisses from you (MC). Fluff.

Part 1: The Xavier and Zayne Edition!

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Xavier

Xavier locked himself out of his apartment. Again.

You’re not sure what it was this time, whether he got distracted by the comic he’d been reading as he’d left this morning or if it was something else. But when he returned from the store carrying the two latest releases from that same series, he bumped into you outside the front door of your building and his eyes had widened in horror, then quickly settled into resignation. It was as if you had been a reminder of what he had forgotten and, before he said a thing, you asked, “You locked yourself out again, didn’t you?”

He admitted it with a sheepish nod, half-turning to return to chilly street. But you quickly stopped him by gently grabbing his sleeve.

“You can use the key you gave me. It’s on the kitchen counter. Or…”

“Or…?” He inquired, giving you a small squint and a smile as he tried to read your mood.

“Or you could come over for dinner! I was going to order something tonight, but I don’t have to. I'm sure I have the ingredients to make something simple.”

“Either sounds good to me,” he smiled, resolving to follow you up to your apartment, “And all food usually tastes better in good company.”

Your ingredients ended up being mismatched and a bit embarrassing, but Xavier hardly seemed to notice as the two of you decided on a menu to order from. You chatted over the meal, watched some funny videos on your phones together, cleared the table together, and now Xavier has made himself comfortable on your couch, his brow scrunched ever so slightly as he reads one of the comics that likely got him into this situation.

You pretend to be doing something, though if Xavier looked over he might be very confused by the strange way you wring the dish towel in your hands.

In all truth, you can’t help but watch him as he reads, his expression changing ever so slightly at the events in the story. A tiny frown appearing between his brows before his eyes soften and he lets out a tiny ‘hm’, though you can’t quite tell if it’s a sound of relief or annoyance from the character’s decisions.

He’s so cute. And devastatingly handsome. Sometimes you want to just squish him. And other times you just wanna smooch all over him.

Right now, it’s a bit of both.

You were so deeply into your own thoughts that you hadn’t realized you walked up to him. And now that he’s looking up at you in mild confusion and slight concern, you aren’t quite sure how to explain yourself.

“Is something wrong?” he asks, setting aside the comic and sitting up without taking his eyes off of you.

You shake your head and a little of the worry in his expression dissipates, though the confusion remains.

“Well then… have you come over just to say hi?” He chuckles, averting his eyes a little, his hand finding the back of his neck. When he turns back to you, his eyes widen in surprise when you take his face in between your hands.

“You’re just so… ugh!”

He looks up at you sheepishly while you resist the urge to squeeze his face between your hands. Sometimes your cuteness aggression goes wild around Xavier. Most of the time, you have a good handle on it. But right now, not so much.

His cheeks flush with heat when you start to place kisses all over his face, his eyes closing, his nose scrunching ever so slightly, only making him look even cuter.

Once your task is finished, he finally opens his eyes, his face still flushed, his lips parted slightly as he looks up at you.

“What was that for?”

“Did you really think I was going to let you just wander around after you locked yourself out? Didn’t I already tell you that you can always come here when that happens?” you say, placing your hands on your hips so that he knows you’re being serious.

He smiles faintly, “Okay, then. Besides, I really like it here. The hostess is very… friendly.”

Your own cheeks turn warm as you turn away, “You better not be meeting up with any other friendly hostesses.”

He shakes his head, chucking softly at your subtle jealousy, “Nope. I could never.”

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Zayne

When you wake up, you find the bed otherwise empty. It’s likely he’s already up and working, though it’s supposed to be his day off. That is, if he hasn’t already been called in for an emergency.

Peeking your head from the bedroom, you can’t help but grin at the sight of the dim lamp light and quiet sounds of the keyboard in the living room. He’s still here!

Slinking into the room, you buzz with excitement, but still manage to approach him without making any noise. As per usual, he is so focused on what he’s doing that he doesn’t look up for a second. And when you come up behind him and drape your arms around his neck, he acknowledges you with a tug at the corner of his lips and a small kiss against your forearm.

“G’morning,” you greet him, eyebrow raising when his typing doesn’t cease for a second.

“Good morning. Though it’s still quite early. You should go back to bed,” he says, his voice a mixture of affection and ‘doctor orders’ at the same time.

“But what if I wanna stay up with you?”

He acknowledges your somewhat rhetorical question with a hum, his eyes partially blocked by the light reflecting off the laptop screen as he types out a quick email and sends it off.

“Then you’ll have to keep yourself occupied a little while longer. I can’t provide much entertainment for you for at least three more emails.”

He still hasn’t taken his eyes off the computer once and you find yourself pouting about it, even though you know that most of the time when he does his emails this early it’s so he can give you his undivided attention later in the day, which you really appreciate.

The thought makes you want to squeeze him tighter, but you resist, settling on placing a quick kiss on his cheek. Lifting your head, you lean over his other shoulder to place a kiss on the same spot on his other cheek.

Back and forth you move, showering your good friend, your doctor, (the love of your life?!) with the affection you feel bubbling out of you. You are a little dejected, however, when he still gives you little more than a head tilt in response.

“Wow. Sometimes I’m impressed by how professional Dr. Zayne is. He really gives me no reaction at all when he’s in ‘the zone’,” you tease.

“Are you trying to get a reaction out of me?” he asks, clicking through his tabs before stopping on one with what looks like the results of someone’s EKG. When he is concerned about something he sees, he’ll spend a long while examining these kinds of results, his fingers steepled, his eyebrows furrowed. Today the patient appears to be lucky, as he glances over them briefly before sending it off to Dr. Greyson.

You ignore his question, “Are they having a busy morning without you or something?”

Silence. Then, “I had some trouble sleeping, so I offered to look over a few things before attempting to go back to sleep. However, it’s been about an hour or so since.”

Nightmares. That would explain the reason he still has yet to look at you. The reason he has yet to respond to your kisses. He’s right, however, that you would like a reaction from him.

You resume your playful kisses. This time, however, he sighs softly, slumping into the chair just a bit, placing his hand over your forearm.

“I wish I could fight your nightmares for you,” you murmur and he finally looks up at you, his eyes slightly humored behind his glasses.

“I imagine you would if you could, though the image of your attempt might be sufficient in chasing them away, as well. If nightmares were sentient things, I could easily imagine you putting it in a headlock and bullying it into doing as you wish.”

Heat creeps into your cheeks, “Is that how you see me? As a bully?”

He shakes his head slightly, his hair brushing your cheek, “Not a bully, exactly. But you have a tendency to get passionate about things. For example, you sneak into the room while someone is working and shower them with kisses from behind.”

“Oh? So you think I’m passionate about everything when it comes to you?”

“Certainly. I know that for a fact,” he murmurs, clearing his throat as his ear turns warm against your cheek.

Giggling, you concede that it’s true.

Lowering your head, you place a kiss against his jaw, just below his earlobe, causing the blush in his ears to deepen. You are quite pleased with the reaction you’ve finally gotten out of him.

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Rafayel and Sylus Edition coming soon!

Will update this post with a link in this section when it is added. Let me know if you wanna be tagged on the next post :)

UPDATE: Here’s the link to Part 2: The Rafayel and Sylus Edition

UPDATE #2: Masterlist link

[mehkers]

OM Bro's react to MC having a shrine of them

okayokayokay- everyone shut up and hear me out-

TW: not much? I guess it's a little suggestive, mainly fluff, teasing, just light hearted

Might make the Triworld and the others if people like this 🤷‍♀️

Part one (ur here), part two

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Lucifer

He would be stuck feeling confused, weirded out, and prideful at the same time

Do not tell me that this mf would not break out in the most biggest grin if he finds this shrine you've made of him in your closet

He won't say anything at first

Waiting to catch you off guard

You'll be in his office, helping him with some documents or just chilling there

"I recently found something in your room, lamb.. I did not realize you adored me that much~"

The smuggest bastard ever

He'll tease you for a bit but then let it go

Just know that he will give you more attention, and would even leave small trinkets that would remind you of him to add to your shrine around

"Remember that shrine you made of me? Yes. Do you think I could see it again~?"

Mammon

He wouldn't be able to look you in the eyes

Dude is cosplaying a tomato at this point

He didn't plan on telling you that he found it, it'd just slip out of his mouth

His brothers would be calling him a scumbag or whatever

And he'd just pull you closer by the waist

"MC here has a whole shrine feh' me in their closet! So take it all back!"

It was embarrassing af

He announced it to everyone

And ended up getting flustered

"W-WELL, OF COURSE YOU'D WORSHIP THE GREAT MAMMON!"

He says while fidgeting with his hands and staring at the ceiling

He'll bring it back up whenever if he wants to tease you, but mainly as a reassurance that you do love him (poor bby needs sum love)

Leviathan

Locks himself in his room for even longer

I'mjustayuckyotakuwhywouldtheymakeashrineofmeI'mjustayuckyotakuwhywouldtheymakeashrineofmeI'mjustayuckyotakuwhywouldtheymakeashrineofmeI'mjustayuckyotakuwhywouldtheymakeashrineofmeI'mjustayuckyotakuwhywouldtheymakeashrineofmeI'mjustayuckyotakuwhywouldtheymakeashrineofmeI'mjustayuckyotakuwhywouldtheymakeashrineofmeI'mjustayuckyotakuwhywouldtheymakeashrineofmeI'mjustayuckyotakuwhywouldtheymakeashrineofme-

"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH-" screaming into his pillow

Please, for the love of anime, PULL HIM OUT OF THE SPIRAL HE'S FALLING INTO

He's first super happy, but then the self deprecating thoughts come

He won't be able to look at you properly for a month straight though

"Y-you.. you really like.. me!?"

Yes, my darling otaku, YES-

Give him two more months to actually be able to talk about it

He'll probably ask to see it again

don't ask about his tho-

Satan

He's...

He doesn't know what to feel

he's seen Levi's shrines (of Ruri-chan, and you-)

Will question you immediately

Like father like son

Will be absolutely smug about it

"Oh? I see.. Why don't you worship me instead of a silly little shrine~?"

Will fluster and tease the HELL out of you

He will constantly ask you about it

He's a little shit sometimes

If you do tell him to seriously stop, he'll respect your boundaries

Oh but he'd be so happy

He'd stand closer to you, holding your hand

You'll find him gazing at you from afar with a soft blush on his cheeks

"Hm..? I'm fine! Apologies for zoning out again.. I couldn't help but- ugh. never mind. You may continue with what you were telling me."

Asmodeus

Will rush over to you and hug you till you can't breathe

You'll have to smack his back repeatedly to get him to let go

Even then he's grabbing you my the shoulders

Shaking the life out of you

And smooching all over your face

"Awwww, I'm so honored! You have a shrine of me!"

Whenever he sees you, be prepared to be attacked with kisses

He is bragging to everyone everywhere

Will beg you to take selfies with the shrine you built of him

It's all over his Devilgram

The entire school knows

He didn't mean to tease you, he's just suuuuper happy that his favorite human feels the same way about him!

"I love you SOOO much! <3"

Beelzebub

You can find him snacking on the snacks you probably left there

He doesn't really mind it

He couldn't careless about it, but seeing you embarrassed and worried made him feel sad

"Mc... Don't worry, let's go to Hell's Kitchen together."

All in all, he's pretty chill about it

In a week or so he'll bring it up again and ask you about it

Once you explain it, his cheeks were redder than Diavolo's hair

"I didn't know you felt that way. It makes me oddly happy.. and hungry."

He's more protective of you now, keeping an eye out for you and even leaving snacks for you around

The cute bby is always following you around with Belphie in tow

Belphegor

He was looking for his pillow when he found it

The shittiest of all little shits

"Mccccc, guess what I found in your closet~?"

He's so smug

Watch him brag to Lucifer especially about it

He won't tell everyone about it, but he will mention or hint at it if he's particularly jealous

Like Beel, he wouldn't really care much

Buuuut, he would totes use it to his advantage all the time

"C'mon Mc, ignore the others and nap with me! Unless you want me to tell the whole school about your little secret.. Kidding! Just come here, I'm sleepy."

Geez, this took like- 3 hours I think. I never knew it was that hard to write these.. well, it is past midnight- I'm gonna sleep now 😭

Hope you enjoyed this random hc I pulled out of my ass

[fanfickittycat]

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Gimmie, Gimmie, Gimmie

Part Two

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Synopsis: When you and Sylus come across a pair of Aether core necklaces, dreams and reality start to blend together.

AKA a necklace makes you both star in each other’s wet dreams

Rating: Explicit

Fandom: Love and Deepspace

Pairing: Sylus x MC/Sylus x Reader

Read on AO3 | Part One | Part Two | Part Three

A dreamless week passed and you wondered if you really had astral projected into Sylus’ dreams. Had it really been that intense? Your body recovered relatively quickly, and you began to chalk the whole thing up to tiredness. Surely the sore throat was the result of the cold air and the bruises on your knees were from fighting Wanderers? There was no way that you had physically manifested the effects of a spicy dream.

The bigger issue at hand was that you hadn’t heard from Sylus, which, granted, wasn’t unusual, but for some reason it was grating on you. No doubt he was engaging in his regular nefarious affairs, but he had always found a moment to text you, so why not now? You kept finding your eyes falling on your phone as if you were willing it to ring. You contemplated sending him a message but every time you opened up the app you found yourself chickening out. The thought of even saying ‘hi’ made you cringe, but you were drawn to the device all the same, so much so that it was being noticed by your coworkers.

“Has he texted you yet?” Tara asked over lunch. Whilst she didn’t know Sylus - Skye, to her - that well, save for the time he had randomly joined you for karaoke a couple of months ago, she had often asked you about him.

“Is it that obvious?”

“Are you kidding?” Simone asked, raising an eyebrow at your slumped form. You groaned in response.

“This is so pathetic” you mumbled, poking at your lunch half heartedly “I haven’t felt like this since I was a teenager.” It felt silly to be so forlorn at your big age but you couldn’t help it.

“I think it’s sweet” Tara said.

“I think it’s sad” Simone countered “who even is this guy?” Simone was never one to mince her words.

“Ugh Simone this is what happens when you miss group karaoke” Tara tutted, earning an eye roll from Simone in response.

“I was busy that night!”

“You’re always busy!”

“Well I’m free tonight” Simone insisted, jutting out her chin in defiance. Tara cheered up considerably at the statement. The two of them were quick to argue but equally quick to forgive and move on. It always made for an entertaining time.

“Well what about we go out tonight then? We could go to that swanky new bar that opened up the other week?”

“I could go for that, this week has been a lot.” Simone nudged you “what about you? Or are you too busy yearning?”

“Ha ha” you said humourlessly. A girls night did feel like a good idea though; an opportunity to get out of your head a bit and relax. Work had kept you so busy that your social events had been limited to quick trips to the arcade after missions with Xavier, or begging Zayne to play cards with you, which to be fair, he often indulged you in. Still, you hadn’t properly hung out with Simone and Tara in a while.

“I’m in.”

And that’s how you found yourself in one of your only suitable skirts at a bar on a Friday night.

“Jeez, this is a lot shorter than I remember” you muttered, tugging the hem of the black leather skirt. You had bought it as a set with a matching cropped jacket, but in between Wanderer slaying, moonlighting as a bodyguard for Rafayel, and volunteering for the odd day at the hospital, you hardly had any time to go out, let alone wear an outfit that wasn’t your uniform. It felt borderline unnatural.

Once you had gotten over the initial unease you found yourself relaxing into conversation with your colleagues over cocktails. You traversed work gossip, astrology (Tara), pop culture, and work again (Simone), before approaching the topic of romance.

“The way you fight is so intense” Simone said “you so clearly need to get laid.” You almost choked on your drink.

“W-what?!” you stumble over your words, feeling the way the alcohol loosened your tongue and thoughts “since when was that a thing?”

Simone shrugged non chalantly, much to your frustration.

“I can just see it in the way you move and the way the adrenaline hits you after a fight.” Her eyes leave your annoyed face and look around the room “maybe someone here can help with that?”

“No way!” Tara interrupted “she’s already got Skye.”

“Not officially!”

You winced like salt was being rubbed into your wounds but this didn’t seem to deter the other two.

“It’s a hook up, Tara, she doesn’t need to get married!”

Tara didn’t budge “she’s literally found the love of her life” you actually choked on your drink at that statement “why would she bother looking elsewhere?”

“There are so many guys here. I’m sure one can basically do the same thing.”

You drain your drink ‘the perfect man would get me another drink.’ You think to yourself, about to slide out of the booth to get another round when a hand places a bottle of wine on your table, stopping you in your tracks. The gesture was enough to even stop Simone and Tara from squabbling over your love life - or lack thereof.

“Your glass looked empty.” Sylus’ silky voice immediately made your cheeks flush, and you failed to make eye contact with him.

“What are you doing here?” You asked quietly, electing to look at the way he uncorked the bottle. You could still feel his eyes on you though. It made your heart hammer.

“Business.” He said simply, not choosing to offer you any additional context. He poured three glasses, offering your friends a glass and greeting them cordially.

He made easy conversation with them while you sat there like a lemon, unable to look up at him or meet his obvious gaze.

“You should join us” Tara insisted, gesturing to the empty spot next to you. You almost balked at the invitation.

“I wouldn’t want to interrupt your evening.”

“No, no, we insist.” She unsubtly kicked you under the table, much to your dismay and Sylus’ amusement.

“Only if you’re free” you finally said, looking up at him through your eyelashes in an attempt to still avoid as much eye contact as possible. As suspected though, his eyes were fixed on you, giving you an immediate flashback to last week’s dream where you’d watched his face with rapt attention as he bucked, and groaned, and cursed whilst you took him in your throat. His eyes had seared into your own during the dream and it was hard to shake off, even several days later.

“Of course. I’d love to join.”

You were almost surprised by how easily Sylus found it to speak to normal people. If you hadn’t seen him interact with your other colleagues before, you would have seriously doubted his abilities. After all, the leader of Onychinus was more often than not snapping necks or giving orders. Pleasant conversation just seemed like something beyond him. But here he was, indulging your friends - and perhaps you too - by answering their questions and pouring them wine liberally.

“Do you live far from here?”

“No but it’s not the most convenient commute.”

“What do you do?”

“I’m a small business owner.”

“How did you guys meet?”

“Miss Hunter ran into some trouble near my house and I stepped in to help.” You resist the urge to roll your eyes.

Unfortunately for you, the girls seemed eager to keep questioning him.

“Maybe you can help us?” Tara said, eyes sparkling with mischief “we think someone at the table” her eyes look pointedly at you“has been single for too long. Any advice for them?”

“Tara!” You whine, trying to swipe her glass of wine from her but she manages to be quicker despite the alcohol fuelled flush in her cheeks.

“And do you know anyone single for said person?” Simone added, earning her an angry look from you.

“I’m never coming out with you guys again!” You groan, half meaning it. It was bad enough that Sylus was present, but the fact that he was right next to you made things even worse. You could feel his thigh against your own, and even the smallest movement made your skin break out in goosebumps. Even the scent of his cologne felt like it was engulfing you in a smoky, seductive embrace.

“I guess I’d recommend just going for what you want” Sylus said, sounding thoughtful despite how obviously pointed the question was “sometimes it’s worth giving into your desires. And you never know” you could practically hear his smirk “they might just correspond with the other person’s.”

The night ended not too long after that. It was clear from Tara’s unfocused gaze that the alcohol had well and truly claimed her, which led to her hanging off Simone’s arm.

“Are you sure you guys don’t want me to come with you?” You asked worriedly as Simone deposited Tara in a taxi.

“It’s fine, we live close to each other so she can crash at mine.” Simone offered you a smile and a hug “good luck tonight” she whispered in your ear.

“Simone, not you too. You’re meant to be the level headed one.”

“Well my official assessment as the level headed one is to have fun and promise to give us all the details.” She looked above your head to Sylus, who, after hailing the cab had chosen to stand a few paces away to let you say your goodbyes.

“And you!” She narrowed her eyes at Sylus “you better get her back safely or else!”

“I wouldn’t dream of doing anything but.”

You both watched as the taxi pulled away, and you suddenly became hyper aware of the fact that it was just the two of you.

“Sorry you had to sit through that” you said, fiddling with a strand of hair as you both turned to walk down the pavement. Despite the late hour, Linkon City was far from asleep, and you passed several groups of people still eager to seek out the city’s nightlife.

“No need to apologise, it was fun. And it’s nice to see you like this.”

“Like what?” You make the mistake of looking at him in the corner of your eye, only to see him looking at you too. There’s a softness in his gaze that makes your heart thump.

He smiles “like… not a Hunter. Just a normal person.”

“Well, you looked like a normal person tonight too.” You countered “I was surprised. I didn’t know you had that in you.”

“When I’m with you, I feel like a normal person. Just Sylus.” He’s being so honest with you that you’re unsure of what to say. The joke on your tongue suddenly doesn’t feel right to say.

“Can I see ‘just Sylus’ more often then?”

“Maybe. If you’re good and invite me out again with your friends.”

“I don’t know if I even want to go out with them again. That was so embarrassing.” You huff at the memories.

“I think it was funny” Sylus teased “I look forward to hearing how the person at the table fares in their love life.”

“Ugh don’t remind me!”

“Why not? I think I gave them some pretty solid advice.”

“Y-“ you yelp as you’re cut off by Sylus suddenly wrapping an arm around you and pulling you close to him, stopping you from narrowly avoiding a collision with a tipsy bar hopper who hiccups an apology.

“Are you okay?”

“Yeah, sorry. I should have been looking where I going.”

Sylus’ arm doesn’t immediately remove itself from your body and you realise that you don’t mind. You’ve both stopped in your tracks, and you feel your breath hitch in your throat as his hand suddenly traverses away from the safe zone of your arm and up to your throat.

“You’re still wearing this?” He asks softly, and you feel a tug at your necklace.

“Of course, aren’t you?” You hadn’t taken it off since you put it on, and it had gotten to the point where you hardly noticed it.

He removes his hand from your pendant to fish out his own from under the collar of his black shirt.

“Of course. This is much better than the energy linkage.” Your twin gems glow in the darkness of the evening. You feel relieved, and cradle the stone in your palm, enjoying the way his own mimics it.

“Good. I’m glad.” You look at his face properly for the first time in a week. He was still attractive as ever. Maybe even more so, if it was possible. He had a warmth in his eyes that you had spied more and more during your time together, and you were eager to see it again. Being with him once more just felt right and you felt a twinge of sadness as you nearer your home.

“Thanks for walking me home, and for hanging out with us tonight. I…” you cleared your throat, feeling pricks of nervousness sting you “I was happy to see you again. I know you’ve been busy this week and all” you finished lamely.

“You do know you can text me if you miss me?”

You frowned “who said I missed you?”

“You did” Sylus smiles, poking your forehead “don’t scowl kitten there’s nothing wrong with that. I missed you too.”

“You could’ve texted me too then.”

“You’re right. I’m sorry sweetie. Let’s promise to text each other more then.” He offer an outstretched hand and you take it gingerly.

“Deal.” You shake hands but Sylus doesn’t let go.

“I’ll see you soon, kitten.”

He had been true to his word because not long after you parted, you felt your eyes become heavy as you replayed the night in your head. His garnet eyes were the last thing you thought of as you drifted off to sleep.

You had never invited Sylus into your place, partly because it felt too personal, and partly because you weren’t sure he would even be able to fit in your house. And honestly? You were right. He looked comically out of place on the futon you’d set up for him in your living room.

“Do you want an extra blanket?” You had been fretting over making his stay as comfortable as possible.

“You’re worrying too much” Sylus said, smiling whilst shaking his head.

“I’ll get you another pillow-“ you jolted in surprise as his hand reached out to grab your arm.

“Come here.” He tugged your arm again, and pulled you in, turning you so that your back was flush against his chest. You could feel the firmness of his body behind you, and you were worried he could feel how hot you had suddenly become from the proximity.

“I think I do want something” he rasped against the shell of your ear.

You shivered in response “w-what is it?” You suppressed a gasp when you felt his lips ghost the side of your neck.

“You, of course” he teased, sweeping your hair to your other shoulder before pressing his mouth against your pulse point. One hand grazes the front of your pyjama top, whilst the other snakes its way around your waist to hold you against him. His lips continue to pepper kisses against the delicate skin of your neck and jaw, and you whine when his hand finally makes its way under your shirt to fondle your breast. His thumb circles your nipple gently, sending bolts of desire down your body.

“Hmm you’re so soft” he murmurs nuzzling into your neck “and warm. Maybe I should have you here tonight instead of a blanket. Although…” his tweaks your nipple between his thumb and forefinger, making you whine. “Do you deserve the position of keeping my bed warm? You were so adamant about not looking at me tonight. Such a cruel kitten.” He sighs and lightly bites the skin below your jaw, sucking on it to leave a mark.

“Sylus…” you try and turn your head to kiss him properly but he stops you.

“All week I’ve wanted to see your pretty face but you denied me” his voice is soft but it has an edge to it “don’t you think that deserves some kind of punishment?” Before you can answer you feel a piece of material cover your eyes. The familiar feeling of his evol slides by you, as it ties the material to your face. You swallow. He had blindfolded you.

You almost jump when his hands resume their ministrations, as your senses immediately heighten to compensate for the loss of sight. He chuckles softly at your reaction.

“So sensitive” he sounds amused “I wonder how sensitive you are?” His hands delves down, stroking the softness of your belly and the planes of your abdominal muscles before reaching down further to the waistband of your pyjama shorts. He teases a finger below the waistband, running his digit along the hem of your underwear before withdrawing his hand. Your hips twitch by their own volition and you once again hear him coo.

“I haven’t even started yet and you’re already whining. So needy.” His hand ends up cupping your core over your pyjamas and you instinctively buck into his hand. His grip on your waist becomes tighter.

“What do you want sweetie?” He drawls, experimentally pressing the palm of his hand against your clothed pussy. You wince, grinding your hips against his hand in search of an ounce of pleasure. The friction from the fabric does help, but having Sylus this close feels like an opportunity missed if you don’t have his fingers in you.

“Use your words” he presses, easing the pressure of his hand on you, much to your annoyance.

“Sylus please” it’s embarrassing to beg him to touch you, especially when you can’t see his reaction.

“Please what?”

“Ugh…” you swallow to lubricate your increasingly dry throat “please touch me.”

“Hmmm not good enough” he clicks his tongue and you huff “try again and be more specific this time.” Again, he eases his hand away, instead electing to trace patterns on your thighs. His digits skim your skin, never quite going where you need them to.

“I need your fingers.”

“Where?”

“You know where.” You’re growing weary of his games, but he doesn’t let you off the hook.

“Here?” He touches the area above your knee.

“Higher.”

“Here?” His hand rests at the bottom hem of your pyjama shorts.

“N-no, higher.” You try to bend your knee and encourage his hand to move to your core faster but he doesn’t take the hint. Or if he does, he deliberately ignores it.

His hand sits on your waist “surely not here?” When you groan in frustration he repeats his earlier request.

“You’re going to have to use your words, kitten.”

“Please play with my pussy” you mumble, practically squirming in your seat “i want you to rub my clit.”

“Ohhh” Sylus’ mock surprise is eclipsed by his smugness “like this?” His hand finally makes its way under your panties which are shamefully soaked through and towards your clit. He mimics his movements from earlier on your nipple, rubbing tight circles into the wet flesh. Your head falls back onto his shoulder and you moan louder than you anticipated, making you clap a hand over your mouth.

“Not allowed” Sylus chides, moving his free hand up to discourage you “I’m only blindfolding you tonight, not gagging you.” You don’t need even have the mental capacity to process the statement. You’re too busy trying not to cream yourself from the way he expertly massages your bud.

“Need your fingers” you whimper.

“You already have them don’t you?” He punctuates his point by tapping your clit, making you roll your hips.

“No…. In me.” He seems pleased by your openness and rewards you by slipping his index finger into you. He slides in easily on account of how wet you are.

“So tight” his voice is practically a purr now “and so wet for me too. How long have you been thinking about me doing this?”

“Fuck…. Since I met you.” You draw your knees up, adjusting the angle of your hips. It wasn’t a lie technically. When he bet you that you couldn’t locate his - now your - broach, you found yourself hating him for what he did and for how he made you feel. Having to search his near naked form for the item had taken all your willpower and focus as to not salivate over him.

“Mmmm me too” he kisses your jaw with surprising softness, and you moan as he curls his finger in you while his thumb presses down on your clit.

“More” you urge, your words come out so desperately that you’re practically slurring them but you don’t care anymore. You can feel the tightness in your lower stomach form - a tell tale sign that you’re going to cum.

“God, the way you’re clenching around me right now” Sylus’ voice is ragged and your walls quiver around him as he adds a second finger.

“Ah, Sylus!” The stretch is deliciously raw, toeing the line between pleasure and pain seamlessly.

“Cum on my fingers” he orders “I want you to soak my fucking hand.” You try to move away from him, the sensation and his words stoking an overwhelming fire in you, but his hand refuses to let you move away from him.

“It’s too much!”

“You can handle it” Sylus insists “come on kitten, be a good girl and show me how much you love it when I finger fuck you like this.” It doesn’t take long before your back arches, and you cry out. You cum so hard you vaguely feel yourself squirt all over his hand as promised, but you’re too lost in your own pleasure to concentrate on it.

Sylus withdraws his hand, and you shiver as you hear him suck his fingers. He removes the blindfold from you gently. The dim lighting in the room is suddenly harsh on your eyes, and you shut them again, turning your body to nuzzle your face into Sylus himself. He obliges you, wrapping his arms around your frame and pressing several kisses to your head.

“Fuck” you curse “Im definitely going to have to get you new sheets.”

Sylus laughs, stroking your hair “worth it.”

You pull away, and regard his lust filled eyes. They look at you with such admiration you almost want to look away, but you don’t. He tucks the sweaty strands of hair behind your ears and you press your forehead against his.

“Oh” you look down, hearing the click of the gems on your necklaces touch. They seem to shine brighter than you’ve ever seen them do before.

“Remind me to thank that salesman for these.“

“What?”

Sylus smiles and finally leans in to press a proper kiss to your lips.

It’s the last thing you remember before you open your eyes.

[he-calls-me-kitten]

Ex-O-Ex-O

GN!MC x Yandere Ex! Solomon

TW: Dub-con, Voyeurism, Exhibitionism, Manipulation, Bondage

Solomon

You always knew he had an mean streak - especially when it came to anyone who threatened your safety. He only let you around the brothers because they seemed to make you happy.

But the day you came home with an injured arm and an apologetic pair of twins - he was internally livid. With a mysterious turn of events the same two brothers fell in a freak accident and fractured the same arm as yours. And of course you weren't allowed to tend to them, not while you were still hurt.

Lucifer screamed at you for wanting to go home early, and ended up with a cursed bottle of demonus that rendered him mute for a week. When they made you overwork, Diavolo got swamped with literally endless paperwork and Barbatos ended up with rats in his room. Harmless jokes that turned extreme soon enough.

He was usually soft and slow in bed - teasing and smirking and chuckling through it all. You loved that about him. But tonight there was a meaness and urgency about it - the way he made you beg for him and the way his desperation for your validation seeped through the cracks.

"Ah MC, you're this turned on already...have I been teasing you too much?"

"Sol-Solomon please...please need you...inside me..." You panted into his shoulder and he listened.

"I'm so sorry, MC...could you tell me a little more clearly?" He said hugging you tighter. You whined and pleaded.

"Please fuck me, Solomon...Need you so bad...."

He kissed you deeply, slowly starting to thrust into you. But in that brief moment of calm, you were sure you heard muffled noises in the room. Like someone else screaming, calling your name. You looked around you in panic.

"Solomon... what's that noise?"

Something sinister ghosted over his eyes. "What noise, my love? All I hear is you and me." His thrusts gained speed. Now you could hear nothing over your bodies colliding, his hot and needy groans and praises against your ear.

He fucked you till you could no longer think straight. But he was sure to make you so comfortable and cozy in his arms that you promptly fell asleep, wrapped up in his bedsheets.

"Mmph...mhhhpppphh....MPPPHHHHCCC!"

"Hush now. Don't you dare disturb my dear apprentice with your ruckus."

"MPHHHHHCCC...MMMHHH-"

"I said...QUIET. Honestly even after I let you see it for yourselves... exactly who MC really belongs to."

"Mmmmhhccc... *sobs*"

"Ugh. What a miserable bunch. This is simply your punishment for trying to sneak into MC's room...and you want more?"

You thought you were dreaming - none of it made sense afterall. Well nothing except Solomon's voice. You rubbed your eyes, forcing yourself awake.

What you saw through the moonlit darkness was nothing less than horrifying. Mammon, Levi and Asmo slumped over halfway between the closet and floor, gagged and bound tightly by glowing purple chains.

And in front of them, Solomon stood menancingly. You could feel his rage even with his back turned towards you, several of his pact marks glowing in the dark. You gathered the sheets together, hiding your bare body.

"S-solomon?"

He looked back with eyes widened in shock. The three demon brothers started screaming your name through the gags again.

"MC... you're awake." He sighed and muttered under his breath. "I knew I should have just cast a sleep spell..."

"What are you doing to them? What's going on...?"

Solomon let out a loud laugh, almost sinister and he looked around as if suprised. "Oh MC, you sure have the wildest dreams don't you?"

"...a dream?" Your mind was still buzzing, half-asleep and tired. "You're in my dream?"

"Yes, my little apprentice." He walked over to you, his bare body glimmering in the moonlight. "I didn't know you were secretly so kinky...you wanted me to claim you in front of them?"

With blurry eyes you watched the three brothers shake their heads and let out more muffled screams. But all you could register was his warm hand sliding between your thighs again, his lips ghosting over your neck as he made you lie down again.

"Mhhmm Solomon..." You were still so sensitive, even the lightest touch was driving you crazy. He repositioned you so your head was towards the brothers and your hips were connected with his.

"You are so irresistible when you call my name like that..." He kissed you deeply, tongue lashing inside. "Won't you say it again?"

You were always weak to his praises. Giggling slightly into the kiss, you called his name over and over again. "Solomon...that tickles ahah...ahh not there Solomon!"

He was so overwhelmed with joy and so ready for you, his length pulsing against your already abused hole. "Shh shh, it's okay, MC. Look how good you're making me feel...in fact, them too..."

Solomon hoisted you onto his lap, piercing you with his length as you watched the brothers while holding onto his shoulders. In the dim light, you could still see their faces bright red, pained and arousals restrained in their pants.

"How pretty you are, making everyone around wild with desire. Especially your own master. My perfect little apprentice." He kissed and nibbled on your eyes, gripping your hips and bouncing you on himself.

"Come to your senses, MC! This ain't a fucking dream!" Mammon's voice was sharp like static. He seemed to have bitten through the gag.

"Wha...what?" You barely register his words.

"You came here to break up with him-- he's tricking you again-- it's a bonding curse--"

"Everytime he fucks you-- he's spilling his essence into you--- the curse gets stronger--" Asmo whined in sobs.

"You keep forgetting-- he's done this so many times before--" Levi's gargled voice followed.

"What noisy demons. MC, let's practice some spell-casting shall we?" Only Solomon's voice was clear enough to comprehend. So that's the only one you followed.

"What... ahhh...spell.... mhhmm" He had increased his pace again, you were so close. He smirked into your shoulder.

"Make them leave. All three at once. And then we both can finish." He slowed down almost to a halt. Your body ached for release - tears welling in your eyes.

"But I can't...can't focus like this..."

"Of course you can. You're my talented little apprentice, you can anything." He kissed your chest, right on top of your beating heart. He always knew just what to say.

"Denizens of darkness, hear me, I, the Sorceror, MC call upon the demons..." You cast your spell as carefully as you could with his length still throbbing inside you. But thankfully it worked. "They're gone now, Master..." You flirted back.

He pushed you down and thrust into like an animal in heat. He came inside you again, flooding you with warmth and a sleepy feeling. "You're simply too perfect, MC...how could I ever let you go?"

[windser]

what about.. cuteness aggression with sylus like i lowkey wanna bite him (lovingly)

 a/n: thank you so much for your request ... i apologize in advance bc i took this and ran with it under the excuse of been wanting to write sylus/mc sparring for agesssss. but you did get your bite in!

you fell back and the room around you capsized. it required a few moments longer to gather your senses but then you shifted quickly to avoid being pinned. from your position on the mat, you spun your body and brought your foot down behind sylus' knees and grinned proudly when stumbled down to one.

“and that is how hunters get it done.” you panted out as you lurched up to pin the man with your body. however, you weren't fast enough this time, however, because before you knew what was happening, sylus had you once more on your back as he straddled your waist, hands were pinned on either side of your head.

“cute, kitten,” sylus said, leering down at him from above.

this had all started with a light challenge. an attack more on UNICORNS then you specifically, when sylus outwardly commented on their faults. but you naturally took it personally, as you were trained up by the organization.

at the sum of it, sylus just wanted to see you properly trained for what you might encounter in the n109 zone. but you were determined to prove that you came packaged with all the necessary skill sets.

“i don't want to hear it” you grit out, yanking your arms and bending at the knee. it didn’t dislodge his hold on them, but it set sylus' equilibrium off long enough for you to rotate your hips and strike the taller man's side with enough force to knock him off.

you kept your own momentum to roll again, snapping your leg out to kick at sylus. “you forget who held their own at-ugh!”

the man seized your ankle and tossed off your balance. within seconds, sylus had you falling ass over tit until your cheek was pressed against the floor with your arms pinned behind you.

“come on, sweetie, is that all you’ve got?” sylus drawled. “and you were so sure of yourself a minute ago.” he leaned down to peck your cheek mockingly.

you snarled at him in frustration and snapped your head back, harder than was probably called for.

you managed to catch sylus on the chin and the man swore. he shifted but didn’t release your hands. instead, he transferred both wrists into his left hand, pressed both knees closer at your sides, and brought his free hand down against your ass.

you gasped and stilled, the sensation a surprise but not foreign.

“really, sy?” you yelped when sylus spanked you again. "sylus!"

"make me."

you wait with a baited breath for his next move, but all you get in return is the disappointing release of his grip as he calls for a timed break in favor of rehydrating. it was a mindful reminder that brought attention to your own parched throat from effort, but the desire to retaliate was stronger as you leapt to your feet.

if sylus had any hint to your action, it was muddled by the way he let the tackle send you both toppling to the ground near the edge of the ring.

if anything, the attack must have been equally warranted on his end as he returned the energy with a grunt. it was one of the more unrestrained tussle, a truth fight for dominance that still hinted at the same results.

sylus would win and you knew it—but that didn't mean you weren't going to make him work for it. and honestly, you got something extra out of it too. there was always something about the weight of sylus's body, the taut limbs and the real power behind it all that kindled this newly acquired thrill in you.

you manged to keep at it until you were twisted in such a way you could barely move. these were the moments when sylus showed the most expertise, favoring precision over pure strength. it wasn't until you tugged the last trick from your back, mouth finding the meat of his shoulder where you bit down just hard enough to bruise.

sylus hiss, something different than pain, until he reached the point where it was no longer a request for submission but a declaration. an effort that left his breath labored and his skin dampened from exertion as he pressed you back firmly into the floor, hand curled at the back of your neck.

"i think this makes me the winner, kitten. do you yield? " he drawls, words liquid heat.

your equally, if not more a mess of tangled hair and lips, yet you hold the stance of a stubborn bull as you blow out, "make me, honey."

"make you?" his laughter is thick and heady as it coats your skin. "i'm not sure there is much left for me to make you do. but i'm open to more options."

you turn your head towards him, watching as he licks his lips after he speaks in a low, husky voice. you realize that he does want you to make him -- he wants you to try your best until you get frustrated and hot, until you break free and nearly attack him with your mouth.

he wants to play this little game with you, get you all riled up, and get you on the bed without your clothes, to his mercy and his own rules.

he's not going to stop now and he won't stop then. he likes the flush of color dancing up on your neck and he likes getting you bothered.

he wants you and he wants you soon, so he's going to need to get you warm and sweaty and sticky.

and you were going to let him.

[marscantread7]

i saw ur post and thought abt caleb being tied to the bed and blindfolded and he has to guess if its xavier or mc sucking his cock or he wont get to cum🤭

OH MY DAYS MMMFFFFGGGGHH ANON I JS CAME🤤🤤🤤 OMFG WHAT... that's actually so smart, like honestly!

Truly, like he thought he could be so cocky, saying he has their mouths memorized like the palm of his hand. He would be able to tell who's sucking him off, easy. Well... they decided to put him to the test.

Xavier was the one who tied him up, bc obviously he has experience w/ that... ofc he does. And mc putting that silly sleep mask w/ the eyes on to blindfold him, and they lay out the rules.

"We're gonna start easy. First, we're gonna use our hands. Should be easy to tell those apart right? Then we're gonna use our whole mouth, next our tongues, then our lips, and last our teeth. For bonus, we'll each use a finger or rub our cheeks on this pretty little thing. Good enough right?" And all Caleb could do was nod. He was so fucked...

"And if u get even ONE thing wrong, we're gonna edge u so good, and we know how vocal u get, so we have a little surprise to keep u quiet. Is all this okay?" Once again, Caleb nodded, giving them the confirmation to go ahead.

....

Yeah he was fucked, he was completely and utterly fucked. Mc tied her hair up in a tight bun so there was no telling whose mouth this was. Two levels in and he was alr struggling, whining desperately, bucking up. Fuck, and they were both completely silent, not answering him at all, so it was impossible to guess who this was.

"F-f-fuck.. mmmmggggggghhhh please- my god- Mc right??? It's mc right?!" His voice was so high pitched and whiny, and he heard it. A laugh... that didn't come from the mouth on his cock... and it sounded exactly like mc...

"Wrong." Caleb yelped as a piece of fabric was shoved in his mouth, moaning when he realizes it was Xavier's fucking boxers, coated in both of their cum.

Xavier popped off his cock, clearing his throat. "Better luck next time. Knock on the headboard twice when ur abt to cum. There will be. Consequences if u cum w/o permission."

And Caleb's back flew into the most beautiful arch as he felt a slap against his cock, mc laughing as it happened. There were hands all over his body, one hand fondling his balls, another stroking him, someone's hand was playing w/ his nipples... he literally didn't think it was possible to hold it in. His body was on fire and he only came ONCE.

Caleb frantically knocked on the headboard, moans raising in pitch, toes curling, he was right there, and then it was all gone. He let out a sob as the impending orgasm went away, Xavier letting out a soft moan, mc laughing at the tears falling passed the mask.

"Good boy. Look, u have Xavier so affected, and he's not even touched rn." Oh Caleb was going to punish that little smartass so good once he was out of these restraints. Xavier was gonna get it too, but mc was being a beast tonight. He'll show them once he's out... if he ever gets out.

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I can try to write a whole fic if ur interested, I've js never actually written a full fic, only small drabbles like this. I wouldn't mind trying though bc this concept is js so🤤🤤🤤 ugh tysm anon, ur so cool for this

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when the brothers realize how much MC loves them I Leviathan, Satan, Asmodeus

📜 𝙼𝙰𝚂𝚃𝙴𝚁𝙻𝙸𝚂𝚃!! 📜

Lucifer & Mammon

Happy New Year everyone!! Hope ya guys had a great flippin holiday time :> As always, notes, comments, and reblogs are highly appreciated <33 Have fun reading!!

Leviathan

Putting himself down was second nature to him at this point—sometimes he didn’t even realize he was doing it. It especially got even worse after getting into a relationship with you. His mind refused to believe that anyone could ever love someone like him. 

Levi dreaded the day you’d finally see what he sees and ultimately decide to leave, but he wouldn't hold it against you. Why would you settle for someone like him when there were countless others in the three realms who could give you so much more…

“Hey, you okay?” you asked worriedly, noticing his glazed look and how his eyes had dimmed. “O-of course I’m fine! Pft, why would I be lol,” he stumbles out, trying to keep up his facade—but of course, you saw through it. 

As he tries to get back to his game he can feel your eyes piercing him. 

“I’m going to ask you how you are one more time and I would like you to answer me honestly,” gently taking the controller in his hands from him and placing it aside. “Now tell me, what’s up?”

“I-I’m sorry,” he said, the words not too foreign to his tongue. 

“If this is about last week I've already told yo-” “Ugh, that’s not what I meant…” he cuts you off, trying to find the right words. 

“I-it’s just…you could have had ANYBODY else, but instead you’re stuck with me. I can’t 1v1 Beel's body, Diavolo’s money, Asmo’s looks- heck even stupid Mammon’s got charm! I'm just Levi, the plain old third-born…” he bites his lip, trying to keep his tears at bay. His efforts proved futile as he felt its warm trickle slowly dripping down his face, one after the other.

A part of him wanted to take back everything he just said—to restart and pick a different approach. But this wasn’t another one of his games. This was real life, and in here you've only got one shot. It was game over, he knew he had lost. 

He shut his eyes tight, listening closely for the sound of you finally walking out those doors. He couldn't bear to watch you leave him. 

You shake your head at the absurdity of his words, cupping his face into your hand. “I’m not stuck with you, silly. I choose to be here.”

Opening his eyes back again he's met with you smiling at him, the sight making his heart skip a beat. 

“I’m here because I can’t get enough of you. I love how your cheeks would go red when I catch you staring at me,” you say, leaning closer and leaving a kiss on his cheek. 

“How your brows would furrow and your eyes would squint whenever you’re focused on your game,” sending a kiss by the bridge of his nose. 

You gently grab his wrist and fumble on the soft skin of his palms with the pads of your thumb. “How you’d start gesturing with your hands a lot when you talk about the latest anime you’re into,” you reminisce, another kiss now to the back of his hand. 

“How right before you fall asleep, you hold me closer and whisper to the dead of the night how much you love me,” you say as you end it with a tender kiss to his lips. 

“And each day I find myself falling for you even more. They could try to give me the whole world, but they’ll never be you. So please, stop thinking you need to earn my affection because you don't. Not now and not ever.” 

You lift his face up to meet your gaze, looking at him as if you see right through him. “There is nothing I would change about you. You are perfect in my eyes.”

He felt like his heart was about to beat out of his chest. He was left speechless, his mind going haywire with everything you had just said. 

Seeing how his brain had completely stopped working, he let his body do all the talking instead. He wordlessly wrapped you in a tight embrace, cherishing the warmth of your body against his. 

The bitter taste of the sin he was meant to represent felt absent. Levi sensed no need to be envious of others when he had someone like you to call his.

Satan

Not once had he let himself think that he could indulge himself in something such as love—for wrath did not deserve the peace of love. While love held everything together in its warm embrace, wrath tirelessly tore with its cold unforgiving hands. 

Despite their differences, there was no denying that both were blind. Just like a moth, you were entranced by the beautiful embers of his flame, blissfully indifferent to the heat. 

He stared at his reflection with disdain. The obsidian black horns adorning his head felt heavier the longer he looked, not to mention the tail that whipped mindlessly on its own. He gritted his teeth in disgust, delivering a blow to the mirror that sent it hurdling to the ground. Through his ragged breaths and the rapid beating of his heart, he hears a voice not of his own. 

"Satan?" you called, breaking him from his trance-like state. You softly closed his door behind you, hands outstretched and unsteady. 

With each step you took, he took two back—his mind screaming at him to stay away from you but his heart yearning to leap into your hold. 

"Hey, it's okay," you reassured, taking a step towards him. 

"No it's not!" he screams, backing away from your approaching form. 

Hearing the crunch of glass under the weight of his shoes, he takes notice of the mirror he broke just moments ago. Reflected on its cracked surface was a distorted image of him; a monster.

"Please, let me help," you pleaded, trying to close the gap between you. He hastily steps back, tripping on his own feet and leaving him a heap on the floor. 

"Don't come any closer!" he screams, the room shaking with the sheer volume of his voice. You kneel to his level, quickly engulfing him in your arms. 

‘Run. He doesn't deserve you. Just stay away.’ He repeated in his head like a silent prayer, hoping that by some miracle it would come true. 

But as he felt you hold him tighter, he knew you would do nothing of the sort. As he trembled in your arms, he wills himself to ask the question that had been plaguing his mind since the day you'd started dating. 

"Why?" he whispered softly, almost inaudible if not for the heavy silence of the night. "I could lose control. Why do you insist on staying? To even consider feeling anything for a monster such as myself is just…foolish."

You think about your answer carefully, knowing that what you say next will mend or break the man in your hold. "Loving someone takes courage. To trust someone with your heart and believe they would keep it safe. Keep you safe. Let the three realms call me foolish but there's no doubt in my mind that I love you, Satan. Not the Avatar of Wrath, you Satan,'' you answer truthfully, pouring every ounce of your heart into each word.  

Gently taking hold of his chin, you tilt his head up to meet your eyes. "Tell me now Satan, will you hurt me?" you ask, the demon shaking his head immediately. He wouldn't dream of ever wishing to cause harm to you. He would die first before anybody, let alone himself, hurt you. 

"Then it is not foolish of me to love you" you say, your words unfaltering. 

Tears welled in his eyes, accepting defeat at the hands of your love and melting deeper into your embrace. As he lays on your chest, he turns to face where your heart would be and whispers an oath. "I love you, MC. I shall protect you with my life" he vows, sealing his promise with a kiss.

Asmodeus

As the Avatar of Lust and the Jewel of the Heavens, he was always the talk of the town. You, on the other hand, weren’t too familiar with the gossip world. Although you knew that was going to change once you officially became a couple. 

You took no mind to it, brushing them off with a small wave knowing that the wrong move could only add more oil to their flame. But Asmo wasn’t like you. He could feel all the looks they gave him, the incessant whispers and murmurs whenever he’d turn his back. 

He typically had no care for whatever lies people have heard about him. The same could not be said though when they had the audacity to include you into the mix. It was slowly chewing away at him and he couldn’t deny the pit of doubt slowly churning inside him.

“I saw MC out with one of the brothers last week. They’ve been getting closer recently. I wonder what happened between them"

"I saw them leaving school with Simeon yesterday, I’m surprised that’d cheat on Asmo with someone like him” 

”They’ve got the most powerful people of the Devildom wrapped around their finger and they’re still with Asmo? Damn”

The final blow was realizing that everything was better without him in the picture. Your smile wasn't just bright, it was brighter, you weren't just happy, you were happier. 

He slams his door shut, sliding down the wooden surface as he feels his legs give underneath him.

‘Can’t you see? They were never the problem. No matter what you do, you could never satisfy them. Once again you've proved to be useless.’

‘You think they’d just be swayed by your face? By the number of followers you have? Underneath it all you're nothing. It's just pathetic.’

He shook his head, gripping and pulling on his delicate sand blonde hair. No matter how hard he cupped his hands over his ears, their words never ceased. His eyes pricked with tears, months of silent torture finally finding his moment of weakness.  

You on the other hand were beyond worried. You were no stranger to Asmo’s flamboyant walk outs but this was different. As you neared the door to his room, you could hear silent sobs and cries on the other side. Knocking softly, you worriedly call out to him.

“Asmo?” The sobbing stops, rendering the halls eerily silent. “Darling, what’s wrong? Can I come in?” Still no response. 

Asmo freezes at the sound of your voice, the loud thumping of his heart drowning out the constant knocking on his door. An internal conflict rages within him. Not only is the person causing all this mess of emotions on the other side of the door, but the only one who can make it all go away as well. 

“Please talk to me. I need to know that you’re alright.” Just as you’re deciding if you should get some help from the others, the door opens. From it, a hand grabs your wrist, swiftly pulling you inside and closing the door. 

Looking around, the usually bright and pinkish room was cold and dark. You could barely see anything with the only light coming from his window. 

The crisp silence of the night was cut by the uneven breathing of Asmo who was still by the door. You reach out to gently place a hand on his shoulder. 

“Sweetie?” you call, fingertips only a few milliliters away, when his voice stops you in your tracks. 

“Do you love me?” he whispers. 

“Of course I do,” you answer immediately, not missing a beat. 

You gently grab him by the shoulder and turn him to face you, your heart breaking at the sight of your lover being in so much turmoil. 

“Oh, Asmo…” your hand tenderly holds his cheek, the other wiping away the tears that have yet to cease from falling. 

“Each day, I hear another rumor about you finding somebody else…” he pauses, taking a deep shuddering breath. “If you’re going to do it, please just do it already and save me the mascara.”

He knows that watching you leave will hurt more than any hangover can ever do to him. It would be like he was falling from the pristine white gates of Celestia again, powerless as he saw all he held dear fade into a memory of what he had once had.

He could try to convince himself that the rumors were true. That you were only ever with him for his fame and looks and that he never cared about you. But of all the lies that have circulated, that would have been the biggest one.

“Honey, I’m not leaving you. Not now, not ever,” you say as you tuck a lock behind his ear. “If you think I’d ever love someone after you then I have failed in showing you how much you mean to me.”

Through blurred vision, Asmo tries to find an ounce of deceit within the windows to your soul; a malicious grin, a break in eye contact, a drop of sweat. Nothing. 

He lets out a shuddering breath he didn’t know he was holding, pressing his soft hands upon your own and interlacing it with his. It was stupid of him to ever doubt your feelings for him. To hell with what they thought of the both of you. All he cared about now was now, being here in your hold, forever.

“You’re so cute sometimes, darling…" he whispers in amusement, a small smile finally making its way onto his lips. 

“Please tell me I still look fabulous even after all that tears. Ugh, my eyes are gonna be so puffed up tomorrow!” 

You chuckle at his comment, happy to see him start coming back to you. “Still ever so stunning, My Prince.”

“Let’s stay like this for just a bit more, hm? All this crying made me tired. Then after, we can run a nice warm bath for the two of us. Doesn't that sound wonderful?” He murmured, melting more into your touch.  

“Whatever you’d like, darling,” you replied, pressing your forehead to his. 

And there you stayed, forehead to forehead, hands intertwined, just you and him in the comfort of each other's touch.

AN: Thanks a bunch for reading!! Would love to hear your thoughts in the comments <33

[omkookie]

⌈ ⚠️ 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 ⌉ Smut, pegging, marking, "Breeding" (fantasy shit), f!dom

Phenix is such a twink. Imagine getting to bounce him on your big strap-on while you hold his arms behind his back. His face is a red mess, flushed and teary eyed while he has liquid from his horns dripping down his hair and cheeks. His eyes are struggling to stay open, and drool drips down his chin. He's been reduced to nothing but a moaning and whimpering mess as his mouth hangs open. His thighs shake with every thrust of your hips as you rock him onto your strap. His dick hits his stomach with every thrust from you, until he eventually spills cum all-over himself while you continue to fuck his little ass.

Biting him, Slapping, pinching, and coloring his delicate skin in red marks, Phenix’s body is covered in them by the time he reaches his fourth ejaculation.

“MC- M-MC- MC, MC MC-” He repeatedly calls out your name like a broken record, going stupid all-over your big purple cock.

He was such a dumb whore for you, petite, brainless and still begging to be fucked. Fucked, filled and “bred” in ways that weren't realistically possible.

“MC, MC- Ple~ase” Phenix chokes out, his high pitched voice rising by an octave as his eyes roll back again. “I wa..nna get bred so bad~~~ ahhh.”

“I want y~out to…breed me...breed me, breed me” he blurts out While nearly choking on his spit. Phenix almost screams when you thrust particularly deep into him, brushing up against his prostate hard.

He ejaculates all-over himself and his sheets for the nth time, his small body spasming as he clung to your arms desperately. “Mmm…MC”

“That's so good… you're making me feel so good”

He wraps his arms around you, brushing his peachy/pink colored bangs out of his face. “I wanna cum again…I want to kiss you…hnn… thinking about you is making me so hard..!~”

He keeps on moaning while you keep on plowing him and milking his prostate.

he's so cute, ugh

BONUS!! PHENIX'S FAVORITE HOBBY ᡣ𐭩