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uswntdreamer · 14 days

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fustrated.

summary: leah is fustrated with the lackluster performance from her team and takes it out on the wrong person.

series: red, in the blurry mess.

warnings: ableist language (middle section) & suggestive (towards the end).

"are you okay now?" your friend asks you in a whisper. she only now realizes how overwhelming this could be for you.

but you're fine. you're shaken up and confused, but you're fine. your head is buried in the palms of your hands as you breathe in and out slowly. "i'm okay. did she really score or are you messing with me?"

"she did, nala." your friend shoots you smile. of course you can't see it. all you see is the bright red from her jersey.

you can hear the faint screams from the pitch through the concrete walls. they suddenly get louder than before and you're nervous again. your friend notices how your body goes still and is quick to reassure you.

"the game is over, nala. we won." she says as she takes a seat next to you. "leah scored and we won."

for some reason, you can't believe that she scored. which was weird because whenever leah did end up on the score sheet, you were always happy. however, this time you were confused. how did she score? after all these nights of crying and self doubt, she suddenly scores a match winning goal.

you were proud regardless, but none of it made sense to you. you definitely were going to have a talk with your girlfriend in private.

your girlfriend, on the other hand, was upset. some could say she was angry. her eyes, filled with anger, searched through the crowd of thousands, but she couldn't find you. her teammates jump around in joy, that winning feeling encapsulating them all except for her.

regardless, she joined her fellow reds in celebration under the shining lights. london was red once again and spurs had been defeated.

one by one and two by two, arsenal women and staff began to piling into the dressing room. you sat in leah's cubby as you patiently waited for her arrival.

"good game girls! what a way to end the weekend!" you hear a woman cheer. its russo.

"im so tired right now, i could fall asleep behind the wheel." you hear another voice. its kyra.

"oh my days someone please drive this girl home.." its blackstenius.

you hear laugher and more cheering. you recognize all their voices and none of them belong to leah. "where is she?" you mumble to yourself.

"leah?" emily sits down next to you. you glance over at her and nod. emily frowns. "i walked past her in the tunnel and she was ranting to katie, beth, and viv. she looked pissed off about something."

"why?" manuela asks, her mouth stuffed with a granola bar.

"beats me." emily shrugged her shoulders and removed herself from the conversation.

now you were even more confused. what could she be angry about? she scored the last minute winning goal in a london derby. what's there to be upset about?

you were broken out of your thoughts by a tap on your shoulder. it was your friend. "i'm gonna go now. this guy i met at the pub wants to take me out tonight."

if you could roll your eyes, you would. "alright have fun, you whore." you responded jokingly to which you received a light punch to the shoulder.

it's been twenty-seven minutes since the game concluded and there was still no leah. you started to worry. most of the girls were already set to go home, saying their goodbyes and fair wishes.

you stood up and made your way towards the door. as you did, a figure suddenly stormed into the room.

"ladies, back to the training ground tomorrow at 8." you heard a sharp command from in front of you. you recognize the voice once again, but this time it was leah. you could tell she was not happy.

the room suddenly went quiet. the whole vibe has shifted. everyone was perplexed. there wasn't any training scheduled until friday. leah didn't care to explain herself, instead she stormed past you and gathered her belongings.

the other three missing arsenal players entered the room and each of them wore different facial expressions: katie was disturbed, viv was on the brink of tears, and beth was seething red.

you couldn't see their expressions, but everyone else could and decided to keep their mouths shut as leah finished throwing everything into her duffle bag and stormed out again.

"nala, let's go. i don't have the patience to wait for you." leah commanded from down the hall. you stood frozen in the middle of the locker room.

everyone's eyes on you as you dragged your feet towards the exit. katie gently tugged on your arm once you met her out in the hall.

"can you play girlfriend duties tonight?" she asked in a whisper.

you raised your eyebrow, "excuse me?"

katie frowned, "can you get her to realize that it's too late to perfect the imperfections and maybe tell her to chill the hell out?"

you stared straight ahead in pure confusion, but continue to walk down the hall because you knew that an angry leah williamson would not hesitate to leave her disabled girlfriend behind (she's done it before).

leah was already backing out of the parking lot when you arrived. you wacked your stick against the frame of her car and let yourself in. leah didn't say anything to you. you didn't say anything to her. you wanted to, but didn't. she drove out of the stadium, ignoring the sea of red and white as she drove down the street.

you gripped your walking stick hard as you contemplated your next move. "should i ask what's for dinner? if she'll come to my appointment tomorrow? does she need to get something off her chest? or should i just keep my mouth shut?"

you glanced over at leah. there was a mix of different blurry colors that flashed across your vision, but even then you were hoping that through all those moving colors, you could possibly see a hint of happiness on leah's face. there was none of course.

leah was angry and you needed to figure out why.

"are you hungry?" you asked. leah did not respond.

okay then. "i have an appointment tomorrow at 8. i was hoping that you could bring..."

"are you deaf too?" leah rudely cuts you off.

"huh..?"

"oh my days. you are fucking deaf." leah spat out as she made a sharp turn which sent your head knocking against the car frame. "oh look everyone, it's helen keller. fucking ridiculous."

you were stunned. mouth agape, bodied stilled, eyes widened. leah payed no attention to your panicked state and continued on with her rant.

"it's like no one takes this sport seriously as i do. fucking third in the league, can barely qualify for the champions league, and constantly drawing to lower ranked clubs. this is all bullshit." she slammed her fist down on the wheel.

she sent a hateful glare at you then focuses back on the road. "im trying to get this team back in order and you ask me about some fucking appointment? you weren't even out there when i scored the only goal in the game and now you want me to go to your appointment? fuck off, nala."

"what?!" you yelled. the absolute nerve of this woman. "i was out there! i just went back into the locker rooms because it was too much for me. you know how i feel about overcrowded celebrations."

"if it was too much for you, then why do you even show up? just stay home with dolly."

"because i'm an arsenal fan, leah. i always come to the games when i can." you grip your stick so hard, you felt like it was going to snap in half.

"well you're also my girlfriend and it fucking hurt when i didn't see you out there." leah admitted.

"i'm glad you reminded me that i am your girlfriend because it feels like im your enemy at the moment." you weren't someone who cried easily, but you could feel tears building up inside.

leah huffed, "well until i figure this shit out, everyone is my enemy."

you knew she didn't really mean that. it was all just frustration from a hard fought game taking over. what leah needed was to calm down; a nice dinner, a steamy shower, and maybe a release in bed.

but what she said was true. arsenal was supposed to be a top club in europe along with their blue rivals, but there's been a bit of a struggle and the struggle will only get worse since manchester city and liverpool have been improving over the months. so you could understand her frustrations, but her reaction to such frustrations was not it.

"leah. we have four games left. you'll work hard in the champions league qualification round and work hard towards the league title next season, but for now you have to remember that you were out for so long. you're back and everything will be different."

your attempts to reassure your girlfriend was slowly working. you were right, she was gone for half the season (that even included missing the world cup), so of course everything was thrown off course.

"nala, i'm not a striker. i'm not a big moment player. i shouldn't have this much impact on a team of world class players."

"but you do and you should take faith in that. you're a leader, so act like it." you paused for a second, "but don't be a leader tomorrow because i need you to be at my appointment tomorrow. it's about my eye surgery."

"you're still going through with that?" leah was officially calm now. her focus shifted onto you and only you.

you sighed and leaned your head against the car frame, "i'm not sure."

leah sent a genuine smile towards you. "well, you don't need to get this surgery. you're perfect the way you are and i, and so many other people, love you."

you couldn't help but giggle as your body finally relaxed. "thank you, sweetheart. i really needed that reassurance of your love after your little episode just now."

leah joined in with her own giggles, "i can reassure you later tonight as well."

"i'm sure you can, love."

"this was better than i thought." leah compliments as she wiped the sauce from her lips. the two of you decided to pick up japanese takeout before heading back to your shared flat. leah wasn't a fan of getting japanese takeout, but you convinced her into getting it anyway.

"i told you it would be good." you put down your fork and called for your service dog, dolly. "dolly, can you go grab a trash bag."

dolly ran off into the kitchen. leah smiled fondly at the dog, "she's such a good girl."

you smiled as well, "she is isn't she. she's well trained."

leah licked her bottom lip and stared deep into your profile. she sat lazily on the couch, her legs spread completely open, her left hand rested on her left thigh while her right arm rested on the frame of the couch behind you.

she looked so relaxed, so full, so content, a contrast compared to earlier. she was still wearing her dirty kit from earlier's match, but you didn't mind. you liked when she stayed in her dirty kit at home, something about it turned you on. seeing the dirt patches on her shorts and the small blades of grass sticking to her dirty, sweating skin was a sign of how hard she worked and you loved how hard leah worked.

dolly returned with the bag. leah quickly takes the bag from dolly's mouth and shoves it to her left side. she signals dolly to go into her playroom at you sit with your hand out (waiting for the bag to placed into your palm).

"nala. did i impress you out there?" she asked in her sultry accent. you started to shift. "did i rock your world? hm?"

you felt your cheeks heat up and warm feeling between your thighs. her right hand now playing with your hair, massaging your scalp.

"answer me, nala."

"yes, sweetheart." you answered in a shaky voice.

leah coo'ed in your ear, "you're such a good girl for me. so patient with me even when i yell at you. you're the perfect woman."

"leah.."

"you're such a perfect woman that you're gonna get on your knees and suck me off right?"

her grip on your hair tightened as she forces you down gently onto the floor in between her legs. she burns a hole right into your forehead as your hands shakily reach for the hem of her dirtied white shorts.

you've had sex with leah many times before, but you couldn't help but shake every time. not because you were scared or nervous, but because you knew what leah was capable of when it came to sex and you couldn't contain your anticipation.

"relax, princess." leah assured. "give me what i want and i'll give you what you want."

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lingeriae · 9 months

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SESSION 32 BY SUMMERWALKER FT ONYANKOPON

synopsis - it's time to move on from ony. idea from this ask!

warnings- cursing, angst, no happy ending (for ony), reader does not end up with ony! insecurties, toxi relationships ig, reader is black and female! few gramar errors.

"i think it's better if we end it."

it's silent as the word leaves your lips, and it slowly kills you and wishes that you were back to screaming like you were a minute before those words left your lips. you don't look at him instead you look down at your feet, afraid to meet his eyes which causes you to miss the way his face shifts to one of panic before it goes blank, you didn't mean that. nah of course you didn't. his hands that were once clenched into fist at his sides relaxes.

"that what you want?" you slowly shift your gaze to look up at him, rubbing your lips together before nodding, your heart squeezing as he gazes at you with a blank look and an unreadable expression on his face.

he always did that, hide his emotions. and it always fustrated the fuck out of you. you could never tell how he was feeling, and he would never tell you either, there were brief moments he would be vunerable but as quickly as it came was as quickly it vanished. it always led to a lot of arguements, that were resolved with a simple appology and tender touches.

not this time though.

you could feel the atmosphere shift as he looked down at you, his jaw clenching and his breathing became faster and harsher before it slowed, and his jaw relaxed.

"ight." and with that four letter word he was brushing past you into the bedroom, your lips parting and your chest tightening. spinning on your heels you turned to watch him, vision getting blurry when you realized he had a bag in his hand, collecting all of his stuff and shoving it into his bag. your mouth suddenly felt dry, and you stopped breathing, the tears fell down your face as if it were a river with no ends.

"s-so that's just it? we done?" your voice cracks, and onyankopon doesn't even blink, muttering under his breath about where one of his socks with his back turned to you. when he finally turns to look at you, he shakes his head and snorts. "I don't know what to tell you, bruh."

he walks past you, being careful not to touch you and the gesture causes you to blink back more tears, your hand moves to hold on to him. to beg him to stay. but your body doesn't move as you watch him walk out the front door, slamming it behind him.

it takes you two minutes of silence, blinking at the door infront you, to realize that onyankopon, the love of your life was gone. gone with just a blink of an eye, not turning back and not even hestitating.

fuck, he didn't even try to stay.

multiple emotions take over you all at once. sadness, anger, hurt, remorse, regret. you couldn't even feel the tears running down your face or the sob that caused your body to shake, not even there when crys after crys left your swollen lips and your knees buckle under you, unknown to the fact that a certain male stood outside of your door rubbing his beard with his hands with his eyebrows drawn together. a nagging feeling in the back of his head telling him to run back inside and go comfort you, to go fix this. but with a shake of his head he quickly dismissed the thoughts.

you wanted this, if you wanted to change that you knew where to come find him, right? with these thoughts in mind, ony sniffs before walking away from the door. walking away from you.

it takes one month.

one month for you to finally try to get over him. three weeks to finally block him and stop stalking his shit, two weeks to stop sending him messages he never replies to, and a couple of days to stop calling him with tears in your eyes and a bottle of henessy in your hand.

packing his stuff into a box you unload it into your car with a huff, deciding that it's time you finally gave it back even though your heart screamed at you no to. you couldn't call him, seeing as how you blocked him on everything, and you doubt he hadn't done the same. if it was one thing ony was, it was defininetly petty.

hopping into your car, you encourage yourself that this was for the best and that you had moved on from the 7 month relationship you and ony had. of course you had. inhaling deeply, you turned on your car and put in ony's address, nibbling your bottom lip as you begin to drive praying that this would go exactly as you hoped it would.

as you pulled up at ony's house, you stood in the car for a moment, trying to calm down your heart which raced in anticipation and anxiety. your fingers gripped the stairing wheel of your car,and you slowly inhaled and exhaled while closing your eyes before pushing open your car door and taking the box out from the back. you walked up the steps that lead to ony's house, and your heart suddenly started racing again as you neared to the door, your legs also begining o feel a little weak.

with one last prayer, you placed the box down and rung the door bell. at the sounds of footsteps, you contemplated running back to your car, and pressing the brakes, but it was too late as the door opened. holding your breath, you prepared yourself to be greeted by the handsome face that belonged to your man--ehem ex-man, only to see a lightskinned female with blonde butterfly locs.

your heart sank as you stared at the woman, eyeing her pretty looks and curves, a nose ring handing prettily from her left nostril and--oh. aint that one of ony's shirts? your eyes suddenly stung, and your nibble on your bottom lips to try and ignore it. she blinked at you, tilting her head before speaking, smiley shinning in the sun as she spoke. "uh, can I help you?"

"n-nah, I just came to drop off somethings for ony." you curse yourself in your hea for stuttering, mustering up your best smile to which she just raised an eyebrow at, blinking at you again.

"mmm, well ony's asleep right now, and he aint tell me bout," she looked you up and down and smacked her lips together. "you."

your eye twitched at her, and your eyebrows drew together wondering if it would be alright if you bopped her in her mouth, before shaking your head with another smile. "he wasn't expecting me, he'll know who it's from." you don't say anything more before turning and walking away, making sure your ass jiggled with each step so she knew what an actual ass looked like, you feel her eyes boring holes into the back of your head all the way to your car, driving off you feel yourself let out a breath you didnt know you were holding.

ony moved on. you thought, a sudden emotion that you were very familiar with overcoming you.

it had just been a month, and he moved on, while you just barely managed to stop crying over him. did he even care? did he even love you? how long has he been talking to that girl? was it before or after? your overthinking only grew worse as you reached your house, the tears you were holding back before immediately came down as you closed your house door.

how could he? act as if your relationship meant nothing? how could he not feel anything?

you didn't even realize you had took out your phone, unblocking his contact and clicking the call icon. waiting with baited breaths as it rang, one, two, three--it never stopped ringing. you try again, biting your bottom lip and closing your eyes, only it goes straight to voice male. with a shaky exhale you try texting him, eyes lighting up when he reads it a minute later, waiting anxiously for his reply.

and you wait ten minutes, still no text from him.

as stupid as it was, that was the moment you realized that ony didn't care as much as you did. maybe he cared, maybe he didn't but not as much as you cared for him.

not as much as you loved him.

and that fact alone broke you. you should've known it would've been like this, why would he try to come back? why would he show you love when he had know fucking idea what love is? when it was so fucking clear he didn't hurt as much as you. when he showed no remorse or tried to change when you begged him to.

it takes you one month, to realize that as much as you loved onyankopon, you had to let go, and it takes you three more months to fully get over him.

and it takes him six months to realize that he's regrets everything, the break-up, the fights. everything. he regrets not fixing it, not listening to you, not trying hard enough.

he regrets it all, and that's why he kocks on your door. desperation in his heart, and a hopeful look on his face.

you love him, right? you'll listen. (?)

ony towers over you, chocolate eyes that now had small but visible bags resting under them looked down at you, and his lips that were usually moist and smooth were now a little dry and chapped, as if hearing your thoughts he licked them, thrusting his chin up in a quick motion. "can we talk?"

the grip you had on the door tightened, and you blinked at him wondering if this was real or if you were tripping. your eyes looked him up down, pausing on his head where you noticed that he needed to trim. which was something unusual when it came to ony, because he always makes sure his hair looks good. after a moment you nod your head, meeting his eyes. "yeah, ill text you."

you watch as ony lips part before you close the door in his face. sighing you walk back into your room, a smile appearing on your face at the sight of your girlfriend on your bed, her sharp silver eyes moving from her phone screen to you. "who was at the door?" mikasa asked, she hummed as you kissed her lips, settling against her chest.

"jus someone I used to know."

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mouse-of-dimitrescu · 6 months

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𝟷𝟸 𝙳𝙰𝚈𝚂 𝙾𝙵 𝚂𝙼𝚄𝚃𝚃𝙸𝙽𝙴𝚂𝚂 🎄 #𝟻 𝙻𝚞𝚌𝚒𝚏𝚎𝚛 𝙼𝚘𝚛𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛 𝚇 𝙵𝚎𝚖𝚊𝚕𝚎 𝚁𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛

Christmas Cries ( nsfw )

WARNINGS: Corruption, slight blasphemy, slight manipulation, hell's demons, mentions of heaven, d!ck, reader is a fallen angel, fingering, slight masturbation, fucking filthy, read at own risk

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Naturally, Lucifer despised Christmas. The season of perpetual hope — my ass! Once Halloween ended, Lucifer's seemingly calm yet passive agressive attitude heightened to it's worst with a blind temper. You were Lucifer's assistant, second to Mazikeen and you both felt extremely protective over your master. Lucifer's relationship with Mazikeen was strictly professional. Mazikeen followed orders and completed the tasks asked of them. You, on the other hand, were quite new to the realm of Hell. Lucifer took you in as an assistant because your situation reminded you of their own — the big fall, the lost hope and the burnt wings — dare you think that they felt sympathetic?

Whenever Lucifer called your name, your wings twitched and fluttered depending on the Morningstar's tone — always fluttering when Lucifer was angry but you didn't know why — yet. Lucifer stood on the balcony looking down at the fire of demons who yelled their name with a bitter passion. Understandable. You entered the hall to find the fire circle in the middle of the room burning, the flames were calmer than the ones outside. You looked over to Lucifer who had their back turned. Nevertheless, they sensed your presence and without turning around, they spoke.

" Good evening, angel." Lucifer's voice echoed melodically in your direction. They called you "angel", deemed appropriate because of your previous identity in heaven.

" Good evening, your majesty." You replied, your voice ever so feeble in comparison to theirs.

Lucifer turned to look at you, waving their hand and ushering the crying demons away. Everything fell silent after that. It wasn't a good silence but one that demanded a trembling breath and a thirst for a crowded room. They approached you clasping their hands in front of them, their thumbs turned downwards, forming a triangle. Their hips waved slightly as they walked, their wings moving behind them without force but kept stiff by inner tension.

" D-do you need anything, y-your majesty?" You asked, looking up at Lucifer. They met your eyes with a cold glare and let out a fustrated huff.

" Are there any imperative matters that need to be dealt with today?" They asked, ignoring your question.

You quickly shook your head. " No, your majesty. Today is quite relaxed." You gave Lucifer a small smile, hoping to cheer them up a bit — if that was at all possible. The Morningstar merely looked at you amused before walking past you. They approached a small table where they poured themself a small glass of an alcoholic beverage.

" Relaxed?" They raised their eyebrow and turned to look at you with their glass in their hand. " When has he'll ever been relaxed?"

You felt like punching yourself for your bed choice of words and you shook your head. " Nevermind, your majesty. I'm sorry, that's not what I meant—"

" Clearly not. You seem to be trembling." Lucifer dipped from their glass and put it down. " Do you remember heaven, angel?"

You were taken slightly off guard by their question. " I prefer not to, your majesty."

Lucifer nodded and looked to you. " Well tonight, I wish for you to grant me a small drop of heaven. Do you accept my request?"

You frowned. " Forgive me, your majesty. I don't know what you mean." Your wings instinctively caved in around your body, making the Lightbringer approach you with a small smirk.

" I could put you to good use this time of year. May I touch your wings, angel?" Lucifer asked, never breaking eye contact. Your eyes widened slightly at their request— it was almost forbidden to touch another angel's wings but you nodded slightly anyway — you were already in hell. You couldn't fall any further. Fuck it.

" Y-ye-yes your majesty." You looked down, slightly ashamed of yourself. All dignity seemed to be lost when you felt Lucifer's fingers okay with the horn of your wing, running their fingers in circles along the base of it, gently caressing the hardened skin. You let out a small whimper and forgot yourself — you clutched onto the Morningstar and they pulled their hand away from your wings. Your wings were trembling slightly — an indecent shudder.

Your eyes widened when you realised what you were trying to steady yourself by clutching onto Lucifer's shoulders. You quickly managed to pull away and your cheeks burned with embarrassment. " Forgive me, your majesty. I don't know what came over me." You looked down.

" Did my angel not enjoy it? Do you not want more? To feel more?" Lucifer asked in a teasingly soft manner, their fingertips tracing the seam line on your robe, travelling down your arm.

" I'm afraid, your majesty. For I do not know what I am feeling." You admitted, extremely ashamed that you lost your composure in front of your master.

" Did it feel good?" They asked, running their fingers back up your arm in a gentle motion.

You nodded. " Yes, your majesty."

Lucifer smiled down at you knowingly. " Can I show you what you've been missing out on? Or is my little angel too scared?"

You gulped and looked up at Lucifer, your wings twitching every now and then — understanding their own deprivation. " Please show me, your majesty."

At this, Lucifer gestured for you to follow them. You kept up with their fast pace. In an instant, you were right outside their extravagant chambers and they opened their door with a flick of their hand. You realised what was going to happen. You had only heard about pleasure but had not experienced it — yet. You were dying to know more. Your wings flutterred when you stepped inside their chamber and heard the door close.

You almost fell to the ground when you felt Lucifer's hands on your wings again. They sprawled out their fingers and massages your wings, making you eventually drop to your knees, your arms resting on the edge of the bed, using all your strength to keep your body up. You heard Lucifer chuckle and they began undoing the buttons of your robe from behind you.

" May I?" They asked, their voice sending shivers through your body. You nodded.

" Yes please." You whimpered out. You felt the robe slip off your body, the silk falling to the floor in a white puddle. You fekt the instinctive to wrap your wings around your bare body but before you could do this, Lucifer's hands were already on your waist, lifting you up from the ground.

Lucifer helped you stand up and they brought you onto their lap as they sat on the edge of the bed. " You're so pretty, angel." The Morningstar looked over your body, taking in the sight of you.

They played with your nipples, squeezing and tugging on them gently, making you shut your eyes and release a small but unidentifiable sound. Lucifer chuckled and caressed your waist. " I'm going to have so much fun with you, sweet thing." They nibbled at your neck, making you release small breathless moans. You felt a strange sensation at your core and a small amount of wetness seeped out of you, colliding with Lucifer's crimson-clothed thigh. Lucifer, of course, noticed this. You looked at them with a worried expression.

" I'm sorry, your majesty—" you started but Lucifer shut you up with a finger to your lips.

" It's perfectly normal, angel." They said calmly, reaching down to collect your arousal. They brought the white liquid up to your lips and tapped at them. " Open." Your devil ordered.

Your eyes widened but you obeyed and parted your lips. Lucifer's too digits entered your mouth and you sucked on them, tasting yourself. You saw Lucifer's eyes darken with lust and felt something strange underneath you. Something was poking gently at your thigh, making a small tent underneath Lucifer's robe which was now slightly wet in the spot. Your eyes casted a look of confusion and they chuckled, removing their fingers from your mouth.

" What's that?" You asked, swallowing the last of the liquid.

" Don't worry, angel. You're just making me hard. Get on your knees. Kneel for me."

You obeyed Lucifer without question, getting on your knees and looking at them for the next instruction. They looked down at you, removing their robe, taking it off entirely and throwing it next to yours on the floor. Lucifer's cock stood, hardened in front of you, a small amount of white liquid came out the tip. " Can you be a good angel and open your lips again? Like we practiced? Swallow for me?" They asked.

Almost immediately, you got into a proper kneeling position, Lucifer had spread their legs wider to give you better access. You hesitantly circled your tongue around the tip of their cock and made eye contact with the Morningstar as you licked up the precum. You heard Lucifer gasp, their wings spread out behind them.

" Oh..." They groaned particularly louder when you attached your lips to their cock, unknowingly teasing them. You eventually let go of the tip and licked a line up their cock, tracing the evident vein upon it, their length twitched, they needed you.

You attached your lips to Lucifer's cock again and began to edge it down your throat, coughing and faltering around it. Lucifer moaned at your actions and gripped tightly on your hair, forcing their way down your throat, making you choke more. " Angel...you're so tight." They groaned as you bobbed your head up and down their shaft, stopping at the tip and letting them fully enter your mouth again. You didn't know when to stop or if you would somtip but deep down — quite literally — you were secretly enjoying this. You felt your cunt twitch desperately.

While sucking on Lucifer's cock, you brought your hand down to your cunt, exploring it while trying to find some form of relief m. Lucifer noticed this if course and moaned as you picked up your pace with their cock. You found your clit and began stimulating it, circling it and moaning against them. The vibrations of your moans sent shock waves through Lucifer's body and they cried your name. The syllables slipping out their lips with an unwavering desperateness.

Lucifer was nearing their orgasm, their wings spasmed and a strangled moan escaped them as they urged you to move faster. You obeyed and slipped two fingers inside of yourself as well, letting out a moan. You soon felt a warm, thick liquid squirt down your throat, Lucifer's breathing was irregular and their cheeks had turned a dark shade of pink. Lucifer tugged at your hair, guiding you to slow down your pace. Their cock slipped from your puffy lips and they looked down at you, their wings twitching every few seconds from the aftershocks of pleasure. .

Your fingers were still moving in and out of your cunt. Lucifer looked down at you with a chuckle. " You did so well for me, angel." They leant down and grabbed you by the waist, lifting you up onto their lap. You removed your fingers from your cunt and whimpered slightly at the hollow feeling. Lucifer took your fingers and brought them to their mouth, tasting you. " You taste wonderful." They smiled and kissed your fingertips.

" Y-your majesty, I'm feeling a bit strange." Your voice was almost a whisper.

" Do you need to be filled by me? Is that the problem, angel?" Lucifer asked, raising an eyebrow. Lucifer brought their hand down to their cock and stroked it a few times, eventually making themselves hard again. Your eyes darkened at the sight and you nodded eagerly, making Lucifer smile.

In an instant, they flipped you so you were laying on your back on their bed. They spread your legs for you and saw your glistening cunt. " You're so wet for me. Can I take you, sweet thing?" Lucifer cooed.

" Yes please, your majesty." You said softly, looking up at them. Your wings twitched behind you, making your body move ever so slightly. Lucifer smiled down at you, caressing your chest and stomach before grabbing a hold of your hips. They took a hold of their cock and rubbed themselves through your folds, mixing their cum with your arousal. You moaned slightly and clutched onto the sheets, ready to take them. The moment they slipped into you, you almost screamed. They were so big, stretching your walls apart and making your clit throb with need.

" Angel, you're so warm and wet for me. You're so tight." They groaned out. They shut their eyes and rocked their hips slightly as they entered deeper into you. You let out a little moan and a series of incoherent mumbles of their title and countless unforgivable profanities. You tried to close your legs but Lucifer grabbed them, pulling them apart again.

" Need..." You moaned as Lucifer bottomed out, you felt them everywhere.

" Need what, angel?" They asked, somewhat amused and unable to take their eyes off you. " Do you need me to do this?" Their sickly sweet tone made you even wetter. Lucifer brought their hand down to your cunt and found your clit. The slightest bit of friction made you buck your hips and nod vigorously.

" Please...please..." You mewled.

Lucifer smirked at your begging and circled your clit, rubbing their thumb against it, making you moan louder. They thrusted into you harshly and you let out a loud scream. Your body rocked with them and Lucifer's wings waved behind their taill frame as they pounded into you.

Lucifer let all their anger out. It was as through they were impatiently and almost achingly confronting the harsh truth that their revenge plan for the Upstairs could seemingly never be accomplished. Their skin slapped against yours as their cock filled you up and exited you, turning you both into loud, moaning messes. Their movements on your clit became more rapid as Lucifer was also nearing their own high.

You grew slightly anxious when you felt your lower abdomen seem to heat up, your clit twitched beneath Lucifer's fingers and your mouth hung slightly agape as you let out the most vulgar sounds ever known to hell. Lucifer sensed your worry and rutted into you. " Angel, it's okay..." They breathed out. " It's normal...cum with me." Thrusting into you a few more times, hitting the spot inside of you that made you weak, your legs shook and your moans and cried got louder.

" Luci-oh!" You cried out, feeling the knot in your lower abdomen snap. The pleasure overwhelmed you. You looked up at Lucifer and saw their cheeks burning bright again. Your body trembled, your wings fluttered more than they had ever done. You felt Lucifer's cum spurt inside of you, coating your walls. They moaned out your name and muttered praises in your direction. They removed their hand from your cunt and leant down, leaning on the bed and stabilising themselves.

You were inches away from Lucifer's face and you looked up to them, coming down from your orgasm. They smiled down at you and kissed you gently, caressing your cheek and letting out a content sigh. " Thank you, angel. You did so well for me." Lucifer said softly. You smiled at their words and pulled them in for another kiss.

With their cock still inside of you, they lifted you up onto their lap again. Your bodies radiated heat off onto one another ajd you rested your head on Lucifer's shoulder. Their cock throbbed and twitched inside of you whenever you moved.

" Can we do that again one day?" You boldly asked.

" Of course we can, my angel. I enjoyed it. Are you alright? I didn't hurt you? Did I?" Lucifer asked, removing a strand of hair from your face.

You shook your head. " I'm okay. Are you okay?" You looked up at Lucifer, drawing absentminded lines over their chest.

They smiled down at you and kissed the top of your head. "Yes sweet thing. Let me pull out, okay?" Lucifer gently pulled out of you. The mix of their cum and your own spilled out of you and Lucifer chuckled, picking you up and taking you to the conjoined bathroom.

With unusual and unexpected care, Lucifer cleaned you up and you showered together. They draped you in one of their silky nightgowns, your wings slipped through the dedicated holes of the fabric, feeling comfortable with the smooth material. Lucifer smiled down at you and put on a black nightgown as well, picking you up and taking you to the bed where they lay you down, pulling you close under the covers and kissing your cheek.

" Call me Lucifer. Please." Lucifer suddenly said, picking up your hand and kissing it. You nodded and cuddled close to their chest.

" Okay... Lucifer." You smiled when you said their name and you looked up at them, giving them a soft kiss on their lips. Lucifer kissed you back and gently caressed your cheek with their thumb. You felt something touch your wings and you looked up to see that Lucifer's wing was gently coming into contact with your own. You smiled again and wrapped your wing around Lucifer's body, they did the same to you and kissed the top of your head.

" Sleep well, my angel. I'll be here when you wake."

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I'm so sorry

@littledollll @sirclitoressa

#gwendoline christie #gwendolineuniverse #lucifer #sandman lucifer x female reader #lucifer x female reader #the wings im sorry omg i cannot get enough of the fucking wings #larissa weems

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fl3shm4id3n · 8 months

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𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: 𝐀𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐀𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐟𝐚𝐜𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐨𝐥𝐝 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫, 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐤𝐧𝐞𝐰 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐡𝐞 𝐧𝐞𝐞𝐝𝐞𝐝 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐭 𝐡𝐢𝐦.

ᴘᴀɪʀɪɴɢ: ᴀꜱᴛᴀʀɪᴏɴ x ꜰᴇᴍ! ꜱʜᴀᴘᴇꜱʜɪꜰᴛᴇʀ! ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

ꜱᴏɴɢ: ʟɪᴀɴᴀ ꜰʟᴏʀᴇꜱ- ʀɪꜱᴇꜱ ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴏᴏɴ

Tw: Murder, blood, comfort and fluff in the end.

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Astarion had finally did it, he killed his master. The man who had tormented for decades. At first he wanted to be as powerful as his old Master, but you had talked him into being different. You knew he could do better then Cazador, that he could break the cycle of this kind of torment. And he did, he didn't choose the path into become like his father, but that still didn't stop him from killing the person he hated most.

All you could do was watch him, watch his as he stabbed the blade into his former master without mercy. You didn't bother intervening, you let him do what he wanted. He was taking out all the anger and fustration out on the now bloodied and stabbed body of Cazador. It almost scared you, you've never seen Astarion this angry. Sure he was mad at you for meeting Cazador in the first place, but now this was a new level.

Now that was over, his master was now dead. Astarion then dropped to his knees, covered in blood, letting out a cry. As if he held in his real feelings for a while now. You saw him at his weakest now. As he cried, you couldn't help but approach him, you didn't want him to feel alone. So you got down on your knees and wrapped your arms around his waist, pulling him into a tight but light hug. He didn't seem to mind you at the moment, all he could do was just cry, as a sign of relief. As you hugged him, you felt blood getting onto your hands, getting stuck into your skin, but you didn't care. A couple minutes passed, his cried began to die down. Now he was slightly sobbing and trying to catch his breath. You felt Astarion's cold hand, softly grabbing yours and giving it a small squeeze.

Back to the camp, you took him to the riverbank near the woods. He was still covered in now dried up blood. He also didn't seem to speak at all. He was in some form of shock. You didn't mind it, he was processing what had just happened a couple hours ago. Once at the riverbank, you sat him a giant rock while you went to get some water on the rag you brought. The only sound that was heard was of you squeezing the remaining water off the cloth and the water splashing back in the river.

You went back to Astarion, who was still quiet and staring off, you leaned down a bit, beginning the clean the dried blood off his cheeks, as well as his dried tears. It was a slow process, you didn't want to be rough, you were as gentle as possible. Then you moved down his neck, to his chest, stomach and arms. It was still quiet, only the sounds of your breathing and the cloth rubbing against his pale skin. You then cleaned his right hand, that had been covered the most. The blood was dried, almost turning into crust. It was a bit harder to remove, but you got it. He was now completely clean.

Before you were about to go clean the dried blood off the cloth, you felt Astarion's strong arms pulling you into a tight hug. Similar to the hug that you gave him. You then dropped the cloth and hugged him right back again. With your arms around his neck, softly caressing his muscular back and shoulder blades. He still didn't say anything, he seemed a bit focused on your calm heart beat. "Thank you.... thank you so much for what you did for me... You actually believed in me... You believe I am better than him." He mumbled against your neck, as he continued to hold you. This felt your heart swell up and beat a bit faster. All you did was hug him, and softly run your hand through his silver locks. "I'm just glad that you're alright." You responded to him, giving him a kiss on the head, lovingly. You and him stood there, for a long moment, just hugging one another.

#astarion x reader #astarion x y/n #astarion x you #astarion x tav #astarion x female reader #astarion x female tav #astarion x fem reader #astarion x fem tav #astarion fluff #astarion angst #astarion fic #female reader #female y/n #tav reader #tav y/n #cereza's writing #cₑᵣₑzₐ'ₛ wᵣᵢₜᵢₙg #𝔠𝔢𝔯𝔢𝔷𝔞'𝔰 𝔴𝔯𝔦𝔱𝔦𝔫𝔤

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soyeonsbabygirl · 4 months

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Can you do like y/n cursing bc she was mad and idle members not liking it and they told yuqi/minnie (chose one) to put her in her place (G!P)

Why have 1 when you can have 2✌️😜 maybe I’ll make Pt.2….this was so fucking hot..

Language!

The girls loved you. You were their pride and joy, their sweet maknae, pretty, and overall just the happy pill of the group. They loved seeing you smile and would do anything to keep it on your face, that being said…they find you getting more easily fustrated nowadays.

Maybe it was because of the stress of comeback season, maybe it was being tired of the shitty company, maybe you were overworked, or maybe you just were upset for reasons they didn’t know. Point is when you got annoyed or mad….you would curse.

It could be something small, like you mess up your part in a song, a small dance move, or whatever. The word would just fly out your mouth so naturally. the girls would hear “Fuck.” “SHIT!” “Bitch!” And they hated hearing it out your mouth.

Soyeon would glare at you when she heard you curse making you even more annoyed, Miyeon tried flicking your forehead to see if that would work but it only resulted in your forehead getting red and tears falling out your eyes (making Miyeon cry and apologize each time), Soojin would yell out “Language!” but that did nothing other than make you all pouty, Shuhua thought doing it back at you would cancel it out but if anything that made it worse.

The girls were out of ideas so they told Minnie and Yuqi to handle it making both girls smile. “Don’t worry, we know how to get our sweet y/nnie to stop” Minnie whispered to Miyeon giving her a kiss. “Good because if I hear one more swear out of her mouth I’m going to lose it!” Soyeon stressed making Yuqi laugh.

Yuqi and you were working on a dance. You were in charge of making the choreography for LUCID and you were doing good. But then you started stressing the little details on whether your motions were good and if it made sense.

Yuqi tried to remind you it was just a practice but you didn’t care, when you couldn’t get your arm movement down that’s when she heard it. “Fuck! I’m sick of this shit!” You had said so clear and loud Yuqi knew she didn’t mistake what she heard.

She walked over to you saying nothing. She turned you around and pushed you down to your knees, she took her pants off slapping her cock on your face.

It was obvious what she wanted you to do, but you were so frustrated you decided to be a brat. You crossed your arms in front of your chests looking at her with a pouty look. This angered Yuqi, not only were you cussing but now you were being a brat and not listening to her? Ok here it comes.

She pushed her tip to your lips making you open your mouth. She kept pushing til her whole cock was in your mouth hitting the back of your throat making you gag. She glared down at you with disappointment and arousal.

She held your face as she thrusted deep and hard in your mouth making you deep throat her. You gagged on her cock not use to her fucking your mouth with such intensity making her slap your face a bit.

“I’m gonna teach you how to watch your fucking mouth.” She growled out fucking your throat harder with each word. You had tears pricking your eyes but she didn’t care, “instead of cursing I’ll make you use this pretty mouth of yours for something else. I hate when you curse. It pisses me the fuck off.”

You only whined against her cock in response to what she said. Yuqi loved the way you whined against her cock, the vibrations it sent made her fuck your mouth harder. Tears ran down your face every time she snapped her hips into your mouth making her moan at the sight of you crying on her cock.

Lines of drool fell from your lips as Yuqi came closer, she let out moans closing her eyes as she prepared herself. She let out a loud deep moan as she came deep down your throat. She pulled out as she saw you hold it in your mouth your cheeks like chipmunks.

She held your head back making it impossible for you not to swallow. You listened and swallowed all of it, she let go of your face as you stuck your tongue out showing you swallowed. She smiled as she kissed your forehead. “Good girl.” She tucked her cock away back in her boxers and pants.

You were so wet and looked up at her with pleading eyes about to ask if she would fuck you. She held you slapping your face lightly as she shook her head. “Bad girls don’t get cum.” You pouted but leaned into her touch feeling upset but understood as you sighed.

She made sure that if she ever heard you curse again she would fuck your throat so hard you would barely be able to speak.

The other time you cursed you were alone with Minnie in the studio. You guys were working on the song for your upcoming comeback.

You kept re-recording this one part. You hated how it came out, it felt like every time you sang it or rapped it, each time sounded wrong. You didn’t know what it was but nothing was sounding right.

Minnie tried to give you words of encouragement but you were so distracted her praises fell on deaf ears. You tried to record this next part but stuttered messing up the line.

That’s when Minnie heard it, her face scrunching up to one of disgust. “Shit! I can’t get none of this shit fucking right!”

Minnie said nothing getting up from where she was pulling you out of the recording booth making you yelp. You were about to complain but she silenced you with a bruising kiss. She nipped your lips as her hands made their way underneath your shirt and harshly groped your skin.

You moaned softly against her lips as she laid you down on the couch. She put her thigh between your thighs parting them as she began to undress you.

Your fingers got tangled in Minnie’s hair as she went down marking your neck and collar bones. She took her cock out and pushed inside you with no warnings.

You both moaned as she began thrusting into you roughly not even giving you a minute to adjust. Just moving in and out of you causing you to moan and stutter. The couch thumping against the wall with each thrust.

“You wanna curse? Each time you even think of saying another curse word I’ll make sure you can barely speak only stutter.” You moaned unable to respond and when you did try all you could do was stuttered. Minnie smirked as she gripped your hips reaching deeper inside you.

She watched as you came down feeling your walls clenching down on her cock. She pulled out making you wail as you begged her to let you cum. She shoved her cock in your mouth harshly face fucking you til she filled your throat with cum.

She pulled out of your mouth putting her clothes back on as you beg and pleaded with her. She grabbed your face bringing you close to her lips. “Learn not to cuss as much slut and then I’ll let you orgasm.”

She pecked your lips going back to work on the song she was working on earlier. All as you laid there frustrated and horny.

#gidle #gidle thoughts #gidle smut #kpop gidle #idle smut #fem! reader #yuqi #minnie #g!p minnie #minnie idle #minnie smut #g!p yuqi #yuqi idle #gidle yuqi #yuqi smut #minqi

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kayslibrary · 10 months

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George Weasley Subbie NSFW headcanons >;)

A/N~ hello! As promised previously, I would make NSFW headcanons for Mr weasel. Now when it comes to headcanons, I might turn them into full blown stories if I run out of material to start with. I write smut for my friends with no problem but as SOON as I want to sit down and write it for anything else, it’s writer's block and problems. One of my other posts was gonna be a smutty one but when I read through it, I cringed and deleted it. So this is a treat for you and me. ENJOY GREMLINS >:)

WARNINGS~ smutty behaviors, talks of p in v, subby boy georgie kins ;), cursing the whole shebang.

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~Let’s get the basics. George RADIATES switch energy all the way. One minute he would be on top absolutely railing you, then the next you could be on top riding him and controlling when he gets to cum “please..please..Y/N let me cum i’ll be your good boy” he would whine.

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~dare I say a Vibrator strapped to his dick, buzzing as you sit back and play with yourself. I can already hear the little moans and whimpers that would come out of him as he watches you play with your cunt. “Let me make you feel good Y/N…let me fuck you until you can’t walk” he would say bucking into the toy and just as he’s about to let go you stop the toy making him squirm and groan in frustration.

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~now let's say you were riding him..but the pace was PAINFULLY slow. “Stop going slow please..please fuck me ‘m so hard” George would moan as you stop completely, earning a fustrated cry from his lips.

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~finally when you let him cum, he’d most likely let out the loudest whorish cry. “Fuck..fuck..mm” he would breathe out as long ropes of cum spurt either on his stomach or inside you. Your choice >;).

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~I feel like he’d totally be into overstimulation. You continuing long after he came would make him go crazy “fuck..Y/N i’m so sensitive please, please, please” he would beg as you went faster than before making him shoot blanks with a cry.

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~ aftercare with George would be awesome in my opinion because he's a softie, you might be a softie. It’s a win-win, you know? Scented candles, a nice bubble bath and lots of water, food and cuddling. I think Imma needs some of that good lovin LOLLL.

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A/N~that wasn’t as bad as I thought it was gonna be. I’m in love with how this turned out and I might turn these head canons into a full blown one shot. UGHHH sub George has my heart, and my kitty…. THAT'S BESIDES THE POINT. He’s too sexy for his own good. Hope you enjoyed your treat for 500 likes my doodles and little loves!! Have a good day, Night etc etc Love ya!

#george wealsey smut #george wealsey #george wealsey x reader #george wealsey imagine #fuck jkr #i dont support jkr #Harry Potter #wizarding world #george weasley

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threadsun · 9 months

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Anonymous Asks: "What if on another escape attempt of MC's Jean gets fustrated enough to just sexually punish MC to make it clear that MC is his and only his."

ngl this went much more violent sadism than just sex, but that's also how Jean gets off the best so...

Content: noncon, mindbreaking, kidnapping, sadism, masochism, impact play, whipping, blood, broken bones, beating, object insertion, hole gaping/ruining, throatfucking, generally a lot of fucked up violence that Jean gets off to

You’re used to seeing people snap. Someone waits too long in a queue and shouts at the poor cashier just trying to do their job. Someone has a stressful day, makes a single misstep, and breaks down in tears. Someone gets tired of their partner’s lies and shouts at them in a crowded mall. You’re used to seeing people snap.

You’re not used to seeing Jean snap.

Calm, levelheaded, smugly-in-control Jean. He’s never snapped at you before. He’s hurt you. He’s kidnapped you and abused you. He’s even killed for you. But he’s never lost his cool. You’ve never seen this clenching of his fist, this twitching in his jaw, this wild anger in his eyes. You’ve never seen him lose his cool like this before.

“I give you food.” Jean’s voice is low, venomous as he stalks towards the corner of the basement he’s thrown you into. “I give you shelter. I give you love. I give you everything you could ever want. I buy you everything you ask for. I have done everything for you.”

You shrink back into the corner, the concrete cold against your back. There’s nowhere to run. Nowhere to go. You had your chance to escape five minutes ago, but you’d blown it. Jean had caught you and now… now he’s angrier than you’ve ever seen him. Now you’re regretting not playing along and being his lovely little plaything.

“So tell me, sweetheart.” He crouches in front of you, squishing your cheeks in a vice-like grip with one hand. “Why the fuck do you keep running?”

“I’m sor—”

You don’t see his hand. You only feel the harsh impact on your cheek, sending your head banging into the wall. Your vision spins for a moment, ears ringing as he grabs your face and looks you in the eyes once more. His lips move, but it’s a moment before you can hear him again.

“—hear another fucking word out of that stupid fucking mouth of yours, got it?”

You nod frantically.

“Good.” He grabs your arm, dragging you onto your hands and knees. “If you know what’s good for you, you’ll stay exactly where I put you.”

You watch him stalk across the basement, tasting blood in your mouth. You think you can feel some dripping from your temple too, but it’s indistinguishable from your tears as they roll down your cheeks. He’s fucked you before, after escape attempts. But never down here. Never this angry.

He returns with a metal baseball bat slung over one shoulder and a thin switch hanging from his other hand. He seems almost… disappointed that you’d obeyed his command and stayed still. He drops the bat with a sigh, ignoring the way it clangs on the hard concrete floor. You want to look over your shoulder, to see what he’s going to do next. But you know it’s a bad idea.

His foot shifts, standing on your hand heavily as he lines himself up to hit your bare ass with the switch. You can hear your bones crunching under his heel, sharp pain shooting up your arm as you cry out in pain. He digs his heel in for a moment before taking the switch down, leaving a stinging stripe across your ass.

He’s brutal, merciless as he beats your ass and thighs until it stings. You can feel something running down your legs, and you can’t quite tell if it’s blood or if he’s fucked up your brain enough that this is turning you on. Either way, you can already imagine what a mess you must look, beaten raw by his harsh blows. His heel digs into your hand with every swing. The bones are beyond broken, and the small part of your brain that has detached itself from your punishment wonders if you’ll ever be able to use that hand again.

By the time he stops, Jean’s winded. You can hear the growl underlying every breath, and you know your punishment is far from over. His hands wrap around your biceps, hauling you up and dragging you to the middle of the basement. His nails dig into your skin and you can see the blood welling up around them as you cradle your broken hand to your chest.

“Ungrateful little bitch.” It’s the first words he’s spoken to you since he started. You’re not sure if that’s a good thing.

He falls silent once more, yanking your arms above your head and grabbing some chains hanging from the ceiling. You don’t have much time to wonder what else is down here. He roughly strings you up, arms wrenched painfully above your head and toes just barely scraping the ground. He disappears for a moment and you feel cold dread drip down your spine.

“I need to hear two words.” Jean walks back into view, a whip coiled tightly in his hands.

It takes you a moment to realise he’s waiting for you to speak. Two words. “I’m sorry.”

You try to make it sound as genuine as possible. Your voice croaks, hoarse from screaming. Your body aches and defeat weighs heavy on your shoulders. All you can do is stare him in the eyes and hope to god that he believes you. That he’ll take pity on you.

“Wrong choice.”

You don’t have time to process what that could possibly mean. He’s behind you again, and the whip is cracking through the air. There’s a moment—just a brief flicker of time—where you don’t feel anything at all. And then you’re in agony. Thrashing against the chains, screaming, sobbing. It feels like fire, rushing across your back where the whip fell.

“Useless. Fucking. Brat.” He spits out each word, punctuating them with more lashes from his whip. “I’ve given you everything. You could’ve wanted for nothing. And still you have to push push push. Maybe I should break your fucking legs. Maybe that’ll be enough to stop you from running.”

You’re definitely bleeding this time. There’s no other explanation for the warmth dripping down your back. Your vision is blurry with tears, your whole back feeling like it’s burning. You’d rather he just killed you and got it over with. You hope he’ll just kill you and get it over with.

You only realise he’s done with the whip when you hear him toss it aside. It skitters across the floor, and you hope desperately that this means it’s over. That he’ll feel he’s punished you enough. That he’ll look at the lashes marring your skin, the blood dripping down, and will take pity on you.

There’s a metallic ring. It’s hard to blink away enough tears to see, but finally Jean comes into view. He’s dragging the metal bat across the ground towards you. He looks… calmer than before, at least. But a stony calm. The kind that lets you know he won’t hesitate to hurt you.

“Two words.”

“I’m sorry! I said I’m sorry!”

The bat swings through the air, colliding with your stomach. You want to double over, to clutch your abdomen. But the chains hold you in the air and all you can do is bend your head. You’re winded, coughing as you try desperately to take in a gasp of air. If the lashes were like fire, this is like getting crushed by a fucking train.

“Wrong. Try again.”

Your brain scrambles for words, trying desperately to figure out what he wants you to say to him. “Yes sir.”

“Wrong.”

Another swing. You hear the crack as one of your ribs breaks. Evidently he hears it to, a cruel smile spreading across his face in satisfaction. The sadistic bastard. Your breaths come in a wheeze, and you find yourself coughing again. You don’t know how many swings you can take.

“Try again.”

“Please stop!” It comes out in a choked sob.

“Wrong. Try again.”

Another swing to your stomach that leaves you coughing up blood.

“No more!”

“Wrong. Are you even trying?” Another swing.

Your brain scrambles for what he might want to hear, grasping for anything you could possibly say to stop him from hitting you again. “Harder, daddy!”

“Wrong.” Another swing, harder this time.

“Fuck you!”

“Wrong. Stupid cunt.”

He doesn’t give you another chance. Swing after swing, until you can feel the bruises on your stomach. Until you’re coughing up blood and choking for air. Until the chains rattle with your desperate attempts to escape. You’re willing to break your wrists to slip out if it means ending this torture.

“One last try.” Jean takes a few deep breaths, leaning on the bat and staring at you with wild eyes. “Two words.”

You take a moment to steady yourself, desperate to block out the pain and focus. Maybe if you look into his eyes long enough… maybe you’ll see what he wants you to say. Or maybe you’re delirious from pain. It’s hard to tell at this point, with his hard eyes boring into you.

Oh.

“I’m yours.”

The words come out with surprising ease. It feels like a weight has lifted from your chest. You’re not sure why you ever tried to fight it. Why you pushed him so far when this was all he wanted from you. You can see it in his eyes, all he wants is you. Why had you denied him that for so long?

“That wasn’t so hard now, was it sweetheart?”

Jean’s anger melts away, eyes softening as he watches you hang before him. He picks up the bat and approaches you. It takes all your effort not to flinch away when his hands reach between your legs to cup you. The whimper you let out is equal parts pain and arousal. He’s really fucked you up, hasn’t he?

“Oh sweetheart,” he sighs, pressing a soft kiss to your bruised stomach. “I promised myself I would only do this if you got it wrong again, but… you’re so needy~”

He steps away, leaving you hanging there, wondering what new torture he’s going to force on you. There’s the sound of a bottle. A wet sound. It sounds like he’s slicking his cock up to fuck you. The thought makes you shudder, legs spreading ever so slightly at the thought of him fucking you from behind while you hang here.

It’s not his cock that presses against your hole, cold and hard. You only really have the energy to whimper, a few tears slipping down your cheeks as you feel the baseball bat pressing against you. You don’t doubt for a moment what he’s going to do with it. And you don’t doubt for a moment that he’ll enjoy every second of it.

His arm hooks around your hips, holding you still as he works the cold metal bat into you. Your hands grip the chains above you, screams torn from your throat as he violates you with the bat. Your hole stretches beyond its limits with no preparation. Your body aches. You feel like you’re being split in half, torn down the middle. It pushes at your insides in a way that makes your stomach twist.

Jean’s hands are calm, constant, placing pressure on you and the end of the bat to urge more and more of it into you. Once he finally, mercifully decides you’ve reached your limit, he begins to fuck you with it. Cruel, bruising thrusts. You can hear him moan as he watches your hole stretch around the thick bat. You feel dizzy, nauseous, like you might pass out at any moment.

With a final, rough pull, your hole is left empty. Gaping and twitching. He reaches up and releases the chains around your wrists, letting you fall into the puddle of blood you’ve dripped onto the floor beneath you. It’s over. It’s finally over. You’ve paid the price for trying to run.

“If this falls out of you before I cum, we’ll start this all over again.” Jean’s voice is thick with lust as he pushes the handle of the bat inside of you.

It’s not over. You clench around the handle as best as you can, hoping your hole is tight enough to keep the wide base from slipping out of you. He pulls you up by your hair, thumb brushing some blood from the corner of your mouth. His cock is hard as it presses against your cheek. You open your mouth.

“Look at all this blood, sweetheart…” Jean sighs adoringly, pushing his cock into your mouth. “Should make it easier for you to take me all the way~”

You’re finally back in familiar territory, Jean’s cock thrusting in and out of your throat at a brutal pace. You can feel the blood bubbling up in your throat around his cock, spilling out from the corners of your lips every time he pulls out. You have no time to breathe. No time to adjust to the brutal facefucking. But you’re used to this. You’re used to the way he grips your hair and pounds into the back of your throat like you’re nothing more than a fleshlight.

“Fuck, sweetheart… I should make you bleed like this more often…”

It’s a mess of blood and drool and tears as he fucks your throat. You desperately keep your muscles tensed, trying to remember not to let the bat slip out of you. There’s so much to focus on, the pain seeping through your body is the last thing on your mind. All you care about is making Jean cum as quickly as you can.

Thankfully, he’s a sadist. The sight of you gagging on his cock, bruised and bloody and on your knees for him, is more than enough to get him off. He holds your head down and cums with a roughly growled command not to swallow. You obey, vision going fuzzy as you hold your breath. Finally he pulls away, fingers pulling your mouth open to look at the mix of blood and cum inside.

“Go on, swallow.”

You swallow it down, shuddering at the salty, bitter, iron taste. It’s so much, all at once. But it’s over. You can feel your body pushing out the bat. You can hear the lewd, wet sound as it leaves your ruined hole. It clangs to the ground behind you, and your body gives out, collapsing alongside it. The last thing you hear before you black out from the pain is Jean’s voice.

“Never try to leave me again.”

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witchersmistress · 11 months

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The Damned and The Damage

Hello Darlings!! can anyone else here this gif or is it just me?? anyway shall we progress with Harper and August?

Trigger warnings: angry, masturbation, rage, lots of it, absolute mindnumbingness. fustration, lack of self love

Word count: 3.8 K

as per usual you do not have permission to use my work, translate my work or copy it, if you do i'll find you a haunt you for the rest of your days

Harper’s POV

I don’t count the days. I know there’s something wrong with me, that this isn’t normal, but I can’t muster enough fucks to do anything about it. When the Phantom hands me a box with a brand-new iPhone, the latest model, and tells me to text whoever, I don't. No one is looking for me. I didn't bother telling him I had a third-hand phone that shut itself off for no reason, couldn’t hold a charge, and had so many cracks in the screen I could barely read an email. It makes no difference what phone I have, if I have one at all. I don’t use it except when he tells me to check in with him while he is gone. Days go by, then weeks. I know work is coming to an end, but it doesn’t matter anymore.

Mr. D will have pulled my sponsorship, and I wouldn’t be able to face the Walkers and their friends who came back for me that night. work seems trivial and pointless like everything else. It would take effort I can’t give, and so, I don’t. One night, when I wake up mewling like some pathetic, drowning kitten, crying that they’re coming back for me, the Phantom holds me against his warm chest and tells me he’ll keep me safe, that no one will find me here if I don’t go outside. He thinks I’m scared, that I’m hiding like he is, but I’m not. I just don’t have the fight in me to leave. So, I stay. He doesn’t lock me in or even try to convince me not to go. I’m not a prisoner. I could walk out. I even went to the clinic when he told me, the pharmacy where they sent me. I took the antibiotics he handed me each day. But there’s no reason to leave again. I can exist in this neat, orderly space as well as anywhere else. Better. No one demands answers for what’s wrong with me. No one asks for things I can’t give, for me to make impossible choices. The Phantom asks so little in return for this haven in which I can exist in the bubble he’s created, not taking up any space in the world. Maybe we’re both phantoms. He feeds me, putting my food before me and taking it away when he’s done eating, never commenting on how much or little I’ve eaten. After dinner, we go onto the roof where he trims and waters flowers, sprays plants, and admires his garden. Sprouts have grown into plants, and the older ones come alive as if to show them the way—the saw-like leaves of one produce a stalk with clusters of white flowers that hang like bells; orange blossoms like curling starfish emerge from another. I won't go to the edge again. I don’t care enough to jump. I sit in the chair where he tells me to sit, like the good girl he tells me I am. When it’s time to go inside, he brings me back in. He measures me one day, touching my body with possessive thoroughness, detached and entitled, as if I’m a doll and not a human.

He runs his thumb over the silky burn scar on my hip, checks my healed hand, sets my birth control pill on the bedside table each morning. I am another plant to him, a fixture, something to tend. He cuts my fingernails, paints my toenails. He dyes my hair a richer, dark-chocolate brown, irons it straight, and brushes it in front of the only mirror in the house, on the inside of his closet door, while watching a tutorial on how to fix it in different styles. He puts a ring through my belly button and buys me makeup and a bag to keep it in. He calls me his good girl. Soon, among his usual deliveries, more clothes for me arrive—a padded bra with heavy gel inserts that make me more evenly proportioned, skirts and dresses that hug and accentuate my curves without looking trashy. I know they must be expensive, and I’ve never had clothes made for my body that fit me so well. The style is nothing I’d choose for myself, though. They’re rich girl clothes. But then I realize I don’t know what I’d choose anymore. I’m not the girl who liked tiny cut-offs that showed her thigh tattoos, who wore combat boots and hoodies. I don’t know who I am. So I try on this girl the Phantom wants me to be.

He watches with arrogant indulgence, picking out the things he doesn’t like to send back. I look at the straight-haired girl in the mirror with tits that balance her hips, with a tiny waist and red-soled shoes. I wonder if she’ll ever be me again. Every morning and evening, he fucks me quickly and efficiently as I lay there not moving, letting him extract his payment. I’m the whore August always said I was. Once, he slides up on the bed next to me when he’s done. “Want me to finish you off?” he asks. “This isn’t the kind of relationship where I’ll eat you out, but I have a vibrator and a couple clit stimulators.” My stomach clenches with revulsion, almost panic, at a memory I won’t let form. I shake my head quickly. I don’t want or need pleasure. I’d rather just lie here, my body hollow except for what he puts inside me.

August POV

She’s not fucking here. I stand at the base of what I’m pretty sure is the tree where we left her. It’s hard to tell. It’s rained since then, and the water is higher, and judging by the rumbles in the distance, it’s about to get even higher. I bought a pair of thick waders that make me look like I belong on a whaling ship, and I spend the weekends mucking through a fucking swamp, shooting snakes and being drained dry by mosquitos. There is no sign of anyone in the swamp but me. Fuck Harper. She doesn’t fucking matter. She doesn’t deserve this much attention. I should be at the bridge, where someone important died. I should be mourning Crystal, thinking of Crystal. Fuck this shit. I wade out of the swamp, tear off the waders, and hurl them in the back of the Range Rover, not caring if swamp sludge splatters on the back of my seat. I see the blanket there, the one I fucked Harper on so many times. The one I wrapped around her body to keep her warm all through winter. A picture of it hugging her curves rises to my mind, the way it slipped off her thick thighs, showing that fucking tattoo… I climb into the driver’s seat and slam the door, banging my head down on the top of the steering wheel. I’m fucking hard just thinking about her. What the fuck is wrong with me? I peel out, turn around at the next exit, and drive back toward home under the bruise-black sky. Harper doesn’t deserve a place in my memory. What she did goes so far past betrayal, a cut so deep it could never heal. She found a way, and broke the last pieces of my sanity. All along, I thought I was biding my time until I broke her. But she broke me first. I pull up behind a shitty little sedan in her driveway and glance up at the gathering storm clouds.

Her neighbors are outside, the girl with dingy blue hair and the little kid, who’s prancing around in a hula hoop, wearing shorts and a bikini top that hangs oddly on her flat chest. The doors to their car stand open, and a song that I can only hope the kid doesn’t understand is spilling out from the crackly speakers. I imagine what my mother would say, and I smile at them as I circle my car to grab the box of Harper’s things I bought, as if this were a normal breakup. The blue-haired girl gives me a dirty look, an unlit cigarette drooping from the corner of her mouth. The little kid stops dancing, the hoop clattering to the cracked walkway at her feet. “She ain’t here,” she calls. “So you can go on back home!” The blue-haired girl cuts her eyes at her sister, but she doesn’t say anything. She watches me with sullen eyes and fishes a lighter from her pocket to light up. The low clouds have started spitting rain, and the air is thick and heavy with moisture. The little girl is standing on the roof of the car, dancing in the rain to another song no kid should be listening to. “Yeah, you go on and go home!” Her high voice cuts through the splattering rain. “You ain’t welcome here, on account of you broke Harper’s heart.” Ignoring her, I hurry to get into my Range Rover and climb inside, slamming the door to shut out the rain and the girl and the feeling of that house that clings to me like the skin-crawling sensation of dirt and grime and sweat after a football game. Trash, all of them. Just like Harper. I try to keep that thought in mind instead of feeling like the piece of shit I am, running from them like a guilty conscience. I take a few deep breaths, telling myself I’m imagining the stench of her life lingering around me. Then I shift into drive and take off, back toward the side of town where the rottenness makes sense to me. I don’t go home, though. I keep going, toward old man Darling’s house, the one where we went after I disowned Crystal but before she died.

I pull off at the bridge. This is where I belong. Honoring the memory of a girl who deserves my remorse. The first girl I killed, two and a half years ago. Grey drizzle splatters down on the windshield. It’s not the kind of rain that fell on the night the river took Crystal. It’s the kind that was falling the night Harper came to our house the first time, thinking she’d spy. She was good at finding my hiding spots, the places I go to remember, to prove they don’t hurt me. I have mastered this place the way I mastered Devlin’s balcony. His house is gone now, and Harper can’t haunt his balcony, but she haunts the river. I left her in the swamp, but her ghost is here. It’s in the rain on the windshield, the blanket in the trunk. It’s under the bridge, where we lay and talked and fucked. It’s on the far side of the bridge, where we fought the Darlings, and where I pushed her down and fucked her ass the first time. It’s in the back seat of this car, where I plowed into her and made her scream for me while her cunt choked my cock in its grip. I lean the seat back and slide my hand into my pants. My cock is stiff, my balls ready to dump their contents into her thirsty core. I pull out my phone and thumb it on. I think of what her mother said. I scroll down to her name and read our last OnlyWords messages.

August: meet u at ur locker after work

BadApple: c u then

It’s so normal. So ordinary. I press the button and shut off my screen. I should delete the whole thread, erase any evidence I ever knew her. Instead, I opened the regular texting app that uses our phone numbers, the one we hardly used. It only takes a minute to scroll back all those months, to the first text she sent. It’s a picture of her in my leather jacket, the pic I asked for over Thanksgiving. My dick jerks in my hand, and I close my eyes and take a breath, as if I can coax the smell of her from these leather seats where she lay so many times. But no. That was a different car. She’s only been in this one once—her last night. When I open my eyes, though, she’s still there. She’s not showing a lot of skin. She never sent nudes. That only makes me want to see more, to peel open the jacket and see her tight little tits with the pale pink nipples poking out at me. She’s not wearing anything under it, but only an inch of skin shows between the buttons of the jacket. An inch of flat stomach, the little dip of her bellybutton like a tease. Below the jacket, she’s wearing tiny athletic shorts, knee socks. Her hair is messy around her shoulders, and she’s smiling into the camera, a sassy smirk that tugs at one corner of her lips. But it’s her eyes that seduced me then, her eyes that entice me now. I stroke myself, but it’s not enough. I need her, need to crush her little body under mine, to pin it and penetrate her and hear her gasping for mercy. I look at her picture, and I scroll through the others, tugging at my dick until my skin is rubbed raw, but I can’t find relief. My balls are so full they ache. I just need one little push, but I can’t close the deal. Finally, I throw my phone across the car and slam my head back against the seat. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. I came here as a remembrance of Crystal, not to masturbate to pictures of a girl who used me in her little games, told her sick old man how big my dick was, how I performed, how I licked her cunt until she gushed all over my face, her soft cries a siren song to my ears. I turn on the car and wrench the wheel around, heading back through the colorless, waterlogged evening. Just when I thought I couldn’t sink any lower, I found a new way to surprise myself. Like a fucking serial killer, I just jerked off while looking at pictures of the girl I murdered.

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squippy360 · 2 years

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Wanda Maximoff x Male Reader x Carol Danvers x Natasha Romanova

requested by: @delicateaestheticwritingmugCw:(Powerbottom!Natasha, Carol, and Wanda. Sub!M/n, spanking, blowjob, thigh riding, eating out, voyerism, squirting, reader in in highschool and 18, twink reader,punishment)

I was at school avoiding class. I knew how much trouble I would get into when Wanda and Natasha found out but I couldn't help it. Someone told me that they would beat me up if they saw me in class and I'm scared of confrontation.

I was hiding in the bathroom until school let out. Once I heard that bell, I peeked out before bolting out of the school. I ran all the way to the tower, adrenaline kicked up because of how scared I was.

I got to the lobby and used my card, taking the elevator up to the floor where I knew everyone would be.

'Maybe if I explain myself I'll avoid punishment." I thought as the elevator door opened. I stopped in my tracks, my breath catching in my throat.

Wanda had used her magic to trap everyone on the couch. Tony, Steve, Bucky, Clint, Peter, Thor, Loki, Stephen, Bruce, Pietro, Scott, Vision, and Sam. Everyone was there.

I stiffened when Wanda, Natasha, and Carol looked over at me with a malicious smile. I stayed away but before I could run, Wanda trapped me too, forcing me to come closer.

"You've been a bad boy trying to skip school." Wanda said, gripping onto my arm. I winced a bit but stayed quiet, knowing it would only make things worse. I just nodded and accepted my fate.

They yanked my clothes off exept my socks, which I begged them keep on, and tied my arms and legs, showing me off to eveyone. I was bent over the desk as my ass facing everyone. I let out whimpers and struggled against the restraints and gasped when I felt a smack on my ass. "Stop moving. Your being punished." Natasha said.

I squirmed a bit and pressed my thighs together. "You've been a bad boy~" Natasha growled and spanked me 3 times.

I let out whimpers as I heard some of the guys groan quietly from the couch. "Now we have got to punish you infront of eveyone." She groaned and spanked me 4 more times.

I felt so hard and turned on. I rutted against get lap and that earned me another 6 spanks. "Did. I. Say. You. Could. Move." Natasha growled, spanking me after each word. I let out a cry as I came right on Natasha's lap.

I started crying, not only from pain but pleasure and embarrassment as well. My cock was so hard it started to hurt. "I'm sorry Daddy! I'm so sorry! I'm sorry I came early! I promise I'll be good for you Daddy~ I promise~ I won't run of anymore! I'll be a good little boy!" I cried out.

Natasha soothed me by running her hand softly over my red cheeks and saying 'Shhhhh it's ok. You did good.' I could hear light moaning and growls coming from the boys behind me.

I gasped as I was flipped onto my back. Natasha and the others got naked but left their shirts on. Carol sat on my face as Natasha began to ride my cock. Wanda rode my thighs.

I sucked off Carol, squirming and rutting into them, wanting to pleasure them as much as possible.

They praised me. I felt kind of embarassed and happy that all the attention was on me. I was practically shaking with excitement about the while thing.

The others where practically timing the couch, squirming and letting out fustrated noises. Tony, Steve, Bucky, Scott, Clint, Stephen, Pietro, and Sam where watching closely. Vision, Peter, Thor, Loki, and Bruce where looking down at their lap, embarassed ( slightly ashamed in themselves) and silently squirming.

I licked and sucked at Carol faster, wanting to make her cum on me. I was so desperate for them.

Natasha came first, squirting on my cock and was followed by Wanda who's liquids spread across my thighs. Carol threw her head back and came in my mouth. I licked it all up and sucked it out.

They pulled off of me and jerked me off. I let out high pitched moans and came, cumming all over their faces. I layed ther for a bit, panting and squirming in pleasure.

As Natasha gor up to get a warm towel and wiped me off, Wanda took of the bing spell and the 3 of them left with one single sentence.

"Have fun boys~" They said with a giggle and went to go and clean up.

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onyxibsidian · 2 years

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Hanahaki in Devildom: Pink Lilies

Asmodeus, The Avatar of Lust is the owner of your heart, but will you let his ways be your downfall?

Pink…Your flowers were Pink Lililes.

You nearly wanted to cry.

You knew exactly what this was.

“I’ll call you guys back.” You mumbled much to Asmodeus’s dismay but he smiled and sighed anyways. “Alright y/n, I’ll stop by to talk to you.” You gave a hum of agreeance before hanging up.

You felt tears welling up in your eyes as you got out of bed, You coughed up more flowers, cringing at the blood soaked plants.

You had a classic case of Hanahaki disease.

Hanahaki disease was an awful disease surrounded by an unrequited love, when the object of your affections doesn’t return your feelings, you are cursed to have flowers grow in your chest, doomed to choke to death on the beautiful nature.

You had don the procedure with Solomon four times in order to feel relief, but your body could not take much more. Solomon begged you to just tell him, tell him who you liked so that you could be free from this pain. You were very tempted to spill the details, but refused, Making him fustrated.

But little did he know it was someone he knew so well.

Asmodeus.

The Avatar of Lust. Everyone wanted him. Everyone wants a piece of that pie, even you. But you knew you had no chance, After all, you knew your friend very well. He frequented with Succubi and Clubs, he was overly sexual while you were not. You we a simple human, while your rivals or other girls were demons, people that fit him more. You didn’t even have a pact with him to begin with, you wanted to be closer but you couldn’t.

Quickly dialing Solomon, you already knew he was going to try and talk you out of it, but you were headstrong.

“Y/n?..Whats-”

“Please, Solomon…come to my room, my ches-”

You barely got to react before Solomon suddenly appeared in your room to see you struggling to hol yourself up, wheezing in pain. Solomons quickly helped you back up to your bed as you hurled up more flowers. Solomon patted your back as you threw up.

“Y/n, you’re not thinking about it?”

“Please Solomon”

He shook his head as he helped you sit up in your bed, kneeling next to you.

“No (y/n). Remember wha-”

“Screw that! I need these gone Solomon. You hear me?! G.O.N.E. GONE”

You cried out but Solomon sighed sticking firm to what he said.

“We don’t need you dying.”

“But Solomon, I need them gone…”

“No (y/n).”

“Do you want me to die!?”

You yelled at him and he seemed taken a back before thinking about what he was about to say next. He took a deep sigh before a frustrated look appeared on his face.

“YOU WON’T DIE IF YOU TELL ME WHO YOU LIKE!” “ASMODEUS DOESN”T LIKE ME SOLOMON!! I’M DYING BECAUSE I’M IN LOVE WITH THE AVATAR OF LUST GODDAMMIT!!”

Solomon froze in his spot, seemingly shocked by your words. You didn’t want to say that it was Asmodeus, but he of all people knew how Asmodeus worked, so he should understand why. You scoffed at his silence.

“What? You wanted to know. Shocked, right?”

“(y/n)...you're dying?...”

You tense up, eyes following Solomon’s and there stood Asmodeus, bags filled with snacks and other things to help you, eyes wide open and scared.

“Asmo wait-”

“You're dying because of me?!?”

The demon gave Solomon a look before speaking again. “You mean to tell me you knew…you knew that y/n was in such pain because of me and kept it away from me??” “She only told me just now. I had warned her against doing it again.” Asmodeus gave him a silent look and Solomon nodded before getting up and walked out the room, leaving you in the room with Asmodeus.

Asmo quickly walked over to you and grabbed your shoulders.

“You’re in pain because of me?! Why didn’t you tell me?..” He asked softly, sounding broken. He had tears streaming down his cheeks as he shook you in his arms. “I thought we were friends? I thought we were close-” ''That’s the problem Asmo. We’re only friends.”

He stared at you in confusion as your own tears started to pour down your cheeks. “I’ve liked you since the day I arrived in Devildom. I was madly in love with you. And at first I thought it was because you were the Avatar of lust, you know. You just naturally draw people to you.” You started as Asmodeus looked into your eyes, an emotion you couldn’t describe in them.

“But no. It persisted. And as I saw you with others, the pain grew, I’ve had these removed four times. I didn’t want to ruin our friendship. I didn’t want to ruin what we-”

You were cut off by Asmodeus pushing you down against your bed, lips smashing against yours earning a gasp from you. Asmodeus held you in place as he moved his lips against yours, moving in between your legs, pressing your body closer into your plush bed. Asmodeus finally removed his lips from yours, allowing you to catch your breath but he wasn’t done.

“You’re an idiot…an Idiot y/n…” He muttered as he moved to his face in the crook of your neck, placing a soft kiss against it. “I love you too.” Is all he said, his hands still pinning yours against your bed. “Asmo..” He shushed you before you could finish your sentence, snuggling into your body.

“Shh. Let’s just lay here for now. I’ll announce us as official later. I don’t want to lose you because of who I am.”

You smiled softly as you relaxed, only the sounds of your breathing filling your small dorm room.

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