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treasureofmammon · 5 months

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✨️😈 Living with my 7 lovely demons 😈 ✨️

⚠️Warnings: sexy time is implied, so MDNI. Obviously biased, beware of point 7. Silly (maybe even funny?) stuff. Fluff, romance and daily shenanigans. Gn!reader.

** Probably someone has shared about this before, but imagine the 7 brothers doing demon like stuff, but after literally living with them, these aren't actually so scary, just misunderstood and/or harmless:

(Waking up at 3:00 AM, feeling watched): You wake up at 3:33 AM without a reason. You sit on bed confused, the darkness of the even nighter nights in the Devildom always has a lugubrious air no matter where or when, and this one is no exception. Suddenly, an almost inaudible creak fills the silence of the room and a chill runs down your spine, you feel watched, so, slowly, you turn around, just to be met by two glowing orange eyes looking back at you, wide open, registering your every move like an animal about to hunt you down, but: —H-hey MC, so-sorry I woke you up, I didn't mean to. B-but now that you're up, d-do you wanna play video games?—. You sigh, trying to get your heart pace back to normal: —S-sure, Levi—.

(Sleep paralysis): It's cold, so before going to sleep, you filled your bed with cozy, warm, and fluffy pillows, covers, bedsheets, and stuffed animals; you crawl in and let the warm surrounding you lull you to sleep. However, you wake up in the middle of the night feeling a pressure in your chest. You can't move, even when you try to; breathing is also hard, so you start to panic and between the difficulty breathing and the beginning of a hyperventilating episode, you feel dizzy. Even worse, you swear there's something pinning you down and numbing your body so you can feel the panic rush within you, and your survival responses are starting to activate. Then, a pair of glowing purple eyes rise above you, looking at you deeply, as if knowing all your weaknesses; whatever this is, could definitely (has already) kill you. But: —MC? Why are you so agitated? Sorry, I was napping with my head on your chest. Did that make you breathe like that?—, you let your worries melt down with a sigh of relief: —Oh, Belphie. I'm so glad it was just you...—, —Huh?—.

(Temptation): Asmodeus always takes you to the best shopping sites in the Devildom. Majolish has turned in your favorite: from the obvious products like clothes and shoes to the smallest ones like the accessories. Absolutely everything is so stylish... and so expensive. So when you see the best pair of shoes ever you can't take your eyes off, it's as if these are cursed and you are falling right into the trap: —I want these...—, you let the words scape your lips in a whisper, still, Asmo is able to catch it: —Oh hon, they'd look so good on you!—, —B-but if I buy them, I wouldn't have grim for the rest of the week—, —You can always ask for more from my dear big brother; besides, my brothers are always giving you whatever you want, aren't they? You have to do whatever it takes to take these with you. You'd look absolutely adorable!—. With his gorgeous delicate hands on your shoulders, his glowing pinkish cute eyes, and a devilish grin, Asmo sweet-talks in your ear; whether or not you're strong enough to resist temptation is another story. Short after, while you walk out the store, pouting, you hear Asmo apologize behind you: —I just wanted you to get something you like...—, his sincere and sadden tone of voice softens your heart, you can't stay mad at him for long.

(Uncontrollable rage): Lately, certain classes at RAD are getting more and more difficult. You sit at your desk in your bedroom, trying to memorize the spells in front of you; but that proves to be hard when your room reverberates like it does right now. Your upstairs neighbor, the elite and smart blonde haired demon with glowing green eyes, it's looking for a book, and so, the piles of them fall all over the wooden floor making yours rumble and rumble. Within you, a burning anger flourish, you feel his mark tingle, and all the patience, love, and respect you have for him dissappears momentarily, and it's replaced by an unwavering rage. You snap: —SATAN! STAY!—, a final thump is heard above you, and you sigh, a little satisfied and much much more disappointed on yourself for letting his own sin take over you through your connection. Later, you apologized, and he forgives you with open arms because none of you can stay angry at each other. You kiss his cheek, and he smiles dumbfounded: —I'll help you study then—, he says.

(Talking in tongues): The dining room is empty, lighted poorly by the dim candles in the wall holders. A feel of lurking unknown and danger fills the room, it must be because of the imposing figure that looks down on you with glowing bloody-red eyes. It feels like he's ready to launch on you. But rather, Lucifer stands right in front of you, waiting. Really, he looks at your confused face, his own has a small grin of satisfaction drawn. You open your mouth and let out a guttural voice that rumbles around the room, followed by a cracked movement of your neck and your face contort with a disgusting expression. Saliva drops from your mouth, and your hands grab fervently to your chair, between screams and incomprehensible wording. For any regular human, the sounds you make have no coherence and could even be enough to either take you to a psych ward or a church. But: —Excellent!— Lucifer responds, —And that's how you say: "Good morning, Lord Diavolo" in our language!—.

(Hearing sounds, things moving of their place, paranormal activity): Sitting at your room's vanity table, you get ready for school. Today, you're especially early because you're on cooking duty this morning. Although your room is right next to the kitchen, you prefer to wake up at dawn and get ready to cook the gigantic portions that Beel eats. Even though calling it "dawn", it's a stretch as there's no sun in the Devildom that differentiates the day from the night, —Sometimes I miss the Sun— you admit to yourself. Your thoughts are interrupted by a thump. Followed by another, and another. You run towards the sounds without a thought. When you're almost about to cross the kitchen's threshold, a plate flies past your face and breaks against the hallway wall behind. You glup, but take a moment to see the disaster happening right in front of you: everything in the kitchen rumbles, the cabinets' doors open and close frantically; the plates and glasses in them clink, hitting against each other, or flying across the room in dangerous speed, or falling from the furniture to the floor and breaking; the fridge's door slaps open and close, and the stuff from within are thrown out empty; you can feel wind gusts all over the space. Until it finally stops, the kitchen: a mess. Behind the counter, what seems so be a creature squatting, feeding itself, dressed in black with insect-like wings on its back. Slowly, you move towards the shadowy figure. But suddenly, it raises, intimidating and terrifying, and a set of purple glowing eyes meets yours; but instead of a threatening voice, a candid one responds with worry —MC? Oh, sorry, I didn't mean to bother you, but I was so hungry—. Another of Beel's typical hunger rampages.

(Markings ⚠️🔞): The water falls from the shower, splashing against your skin, and it's finally helping you wake up. You sigh happily, remembering the night before today. That is until you feel a slight sting in your back, you pass your fingers against it, and you can tell it's barely a scratch, but it's there. Once out of the shower, you stand up in front of the mirror and slightly turn your body to see your back, and that's when you ascertain that there are three long scratches in your back. You pout, and yet, you blush: —M-Mammon...—, you whisper the name of the culprit, and yet, he hadn't done anything wrong more than wildly loving you some hours ago. As your fingertips travel against the markings in your skin, you remember his hands touching that same body part, and so, your slight anger fades away, especially when you remember him above you, glowing blue sapphires looking back at you with endearment: —I love ya, MC—, and a kiss that develops and then melts between you two in infinite tenderness.

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[Notes: The characters depicted here belong to the mobile game "Obey me: shall we date" and are owned by Solmare Corporation. The text here was made by me, meaning these are fan-made. | GN!Reader | English is not my first language, so there might be orthographic and syntax errors. I urge you all to interact kindly with this post].

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777rare · 1 year

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ASTROLOGY OBSERVATIONS PT.4

disclaimer:

DO NOT READ FURTHUR IF YOU ARE A MINOR!!

THIS CONTAINS MENTIONING OF seggs so please scroll if ur below 18+

THESE NOTES ARE ONLY A STUDY OF MINE AND HAS/HAS NOT BEEN PROVEN YET, SO IF IT DOES NOT RESONATE WITH YOU, FORGIVE ME AS IT WAS ONLY A STUDY/OBSERVATION OF MINE.

I DO NOT PLAGIARIZE, COPY OR REWORD ANY OF MY FELLOW ASTROLOGY OBSERVERS POSTS AND I DEMAND THE SAME IN RETURN

Natives having sirene-pluto(esp. Sextile,conjunction), your intimacy level is so intense and powerful. You guys can have such an intense aura and energy and that makes other people feel it with just one look. You make your partners wet easily, especially when you want to make them wet hahaha. Normally speaking, your intimacy level are so so intenseee, you internally drive people crazy and the amount of this energy you guys have can intimidate others. People could feel like your dangerous to be around or you seem scarily sexy. Dangerous beauty and energy unleashed.💥🔥🥵🙊

Female Natives with Aphrodite- pluto, pleaseeee.. you ladies have such a sexy, tasty 😺. Just woww. Guys wanna just fvck you so bad if they see yo kitty. Ahhh. You guys have goddess taste ugh. Literally. Guys wanna keep eating n eating forever (had to say it, sorry hahaha). Your kitty can literally get fvcked so hard and still look gorgeous. Ah, chefs kiss honestly. This can also show your sexual attractiveness is just intensio. My my. You guys so-🔥👑😩💦

Messalina-saturn natives, you guys have this dominant authoritative kind of sexuality. You guys are so sexy in formal clothing ughh. Suits, tuxedo,goshh you name it. Guys often feel seduced yet intimidated by your dominant sexual energy and most of the time people lowkey stare at you just doing nothing when you ain't looking at them and when you do look at them, they turn around instantly hahaha cuz they're lowkey scared too cuz you give them that intimidating energy. But in the end y'all slay🔥👑

Zeus-jupiter(esp conjunct) y'all have too much sexual power plzzzz 🥵😩💦🔥

Black moon lilith- mercury/ in taurus or Gemini, have such intense,hypnotic moans. They love screaming too. You hear their moan once and your turned on forever ahaha🔥

Natives with Black moon lilith-sun/ASC/ MC. Y'all look intimidating and often have such a raw sexual energy. Woman with bml in harsh aspects with sun can also indicate inferiority with male figures. Men have never mingled well with you cuz they feel the energy in you that intimidates them but they can be too egotistic to admit it. Men feel like you have this superior energy compared to themselves and often get pissed cuz of it. You ladies got that boss energy🙌🏻😎. (Lil info about my experience):- I have this aspect and I remember once I was sitting with my friend(girl) and this group of guys were with us, none of them spoke to Me though and when my friend left for 5 mins with the other guys to take the food they ordered, one of them was left with me. (I'll call him 'k') so K starts looking tensed within like 5 seconds of the others leaving us alone lmao and he rubs his hands a bit as he asks me something in a shaky voice. I answered him and then he laughs a bit nervously and says something funny, I don't laugh much with people so I just looked at him with a smile. He looked around as if he felt awkward and then the rest others arrived.

Black moon lilith-MC, people lowkey fear you cuz you look too serious or have this intense energy that people don't wanna mess with. People see you as that "femme Fatale" figure. You're a person whose feared and watched by many.

okay this is random but even betelguese is a fame indicator.👑☀️

Vesta-ascendant(positive aspects), y'all emit such feminine energy. Just beautiful and so tender. People find you so soft and kind and immediately feel so open and comfortable towards you. You also look pure and innocent to people. Y'all also have that aura/looks that emit "self-discipline".

Child-Asc/MC(most of the times positive aspects), you guys emit a childlike energy. Children can feel an attraction towards you(not romantically) because they feel the same energies they emit connecting with your aura. People your age or even older than you find you to to very cute and adorable, also like an innocent child. If You guys find babies or children(mostly below the age of 12) always staring at you everywhere you go, it's cuz of this bish lmao.

Taurus Venus/Taurus mars or mars/venus-mercury can show a native likes their neck(from behind,following upto the back of your ears) being licked by their partner or also when their partner just slides their tounge on their body(esp. The neck).

Chiron-sun/saturn/chiron in 5th or 10th house) natives might've had a toxic relationship with their father and their father caused them emotional wounds and was never there for them. Toxic father figure. You had a Lack of emotional support and the absence of your father in your life. If not you this can also show that your father had been through a lot of problems,sadness,toxic relationship with their father, also their father was never there for them when they needed them the most. If not any of this, then you probably just have a wounded ego and soul(sun).

Chiron-moon(chiron in 4H) natives mightve had a very wounded or misunderstood relationship with their mother. Toxic mother figure. If not you, this can show your mother having a bad relationship with their mother. The natives with this aspect/placement have undergone so much emotional trauma and struggles, manipulation,blackmail,depression and anxiety. This can also manifest into anxiety disorders(esp if chiron conj. Moon).

I don't know why no one ever speaks about this but Mercury conjunct uranus makes the person so damn sarcastic when speaking. They literally know how to say something sarcastic and also not make it sound sound sarcastic hence people often get confused if These guys are actually saying something true or if they're just being sarcastic. These guys are literally the president of sarcasm.

Natives with Mercury-jupiter in positive aspects are amazing with words and literature. These guys are so "Shakespearey" lmaoo. These guys are so good at expressing values and thoughts on paper and it hits so so so deep. These guys also make amazing authors!

Natives with mercury-jupiter in harsh aspects have a lot of knowledge and are very wise too but they find it hard to express their thoughts or values on paper. These natives find it hard to communicate their values clearly on paper or normally too. It's like the wisdom lies in the mouth but struggles to slip out of the tounge. Expression issues. These guys would make great authors too but with a lot of struggle put into their novels.

Mars in earth signs/earth degrees/earth houses are very intense and sexually active.

Women with mars in Capricorn sign/Capricorn degree love men who have deep,husky,dominant,sexy and a raspy voice. Like they love that businessman voice too.

ASTEROIDS MENTIONED ABOVE:

SIRENE - 1009

APHRODITE - 1388

MESSALINA - 545

ZEUS - 5731

BLACK MOON LILITH - H21

VESTA - 4

CHILD - 4580

Hope y'all enjoyed today's post! Have a great day ahead!🏝💓

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#spiritualawakening #spirituality #witch community #spiritual enlightenment #witchery #witchy #astro community #blessings #astroblr #astrology notes #natal chart #astro notes #astrology #astro placements

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robobarbie · 4 months

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I just wanted to ask if the bp LIs would still love me even if I’m conventionally unattractive. I just see them complimenting MCs looks a lot and I just wanted to know. TY!! :)

I've myself dated many conventionally unattractive people, but still called them handsome and sexy and all that because that is truly how I felt. It's to the point that a lot of my close friends have called my exes ugly or fat or gross, and it hurts my feelings every time. Not for shame for dating them, but discouragement that people I care about can be so cruel to each other

A person becomes uniquely lovely when you have them in your heart -- so, yes, they would still compliment the person they like, regardless of what their features were. Because they are gorgeous to them

#bp ask #anon ask #im choosing to believe this was not a passive aggressive ask #LOL #if it was #brother #just come meet me in the parking lot we can be straight up aggressive with each other #then i can buy you a coffee at dennys and we can discuss life #i will make sure you get home before 3am dont worry

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skyeslittlecorner · 4 months

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On the other side - Andrealphus

I have no idea who proposed it because sadly I can't find it (found you! Thanks for inspiration @\rae-pss!), but someone came up with an idea of what would happen if the characters from WHB started to realize that the MC was not us. That there is someone on the other side of the screen who takes care of them. I created a little silly fic loosely interpreting it.

Word count: 1284

Other parts: On the other side | Promised Land | Point to point | Love is blind (18+)

꧁:･ ✡ ･:꧂

Life is so repeatable. Work, eat, sleep, work, eat, sleep, work, eat, sleep, only with some little pleasures in between. You took off jacket, threw it away and plopped down at the chair. Old phone landed on a table as you were struggling with thoughts whether to eat instant noodles today or heat up yesterday's dinner.

"Come on, boys." You turn on game and tapped loading screen just from boredroom. "I don't have all evening."

You wanted to have a pet, you've considered it a lot. But with these earnings, the closest thing to an animal in this house were fish sticks. So all that had left to do was talk to fictional hot guys. At least they don't need to be feed.

When Andrea appeared on the display, you tapped on him with a smile.

"Hi, babygirl."

"Who’s there…?"

You've never seen this speech bubble before. Update? But nothing downloaded, and any additional files were in a queue. Well, maybe it was one of those little tweaks nobody notice. You tapped the screen about three hundred more times to see if there were any new voice lines, but this time everything was the same. Maybe it was just a combination of overactive imagination and tiredness. Yes. Instant noodles will be a better option, you will make them faster and go to bed faster.

꧁:･ ✡ ･:꧂

"…and then this stupid bitch said it was all my fault."

Lying half on the chair, half on the desk, and half somewhere in between, you were chatting with a friend on Discord and doing tasks for nightmare pass.

"That sucks. What are you going to do about it?"

"No idea. But if they take my bonus because of her, I'll kill her, I swear."

"I hope everything will be fine, but I have to go. Sorry."

"Yeah… Have fun on a date."

"Thanks!"

Hearing the disconnection sound, you sighed. Obviously, you couldn't blame them, keeping fingers crossed that they had found their other half of orange, but now they didn't even have time to meet for coffee, and you lived three minutes' walk from each other. Talking together, joking together, everything faded into the background. In addition, work was getting worse...

"I also hope everything will work out"

The voice sounded different. Familiar. But they definitely weren't your friend. You quickly checked the screen to see if anyone had joined the voice chat, but the screen was blank.

"What… Who? How?" Of course, there was no one around the room. Is this the beginning of hallucinations?

"I'd like to ask this too."

The voice that came from the speakers. From the telephone. From...?

The phone screen showed only a familiar sprite turning its head from side to side. You forgot about the strange update from a few days ago. Was that it again? Andrea's red braid was beautifully animated, and facial expressions changed, delicate movements of the eyebrows and lips showed new emotions. It really looked stunningly real.

"Gorgeous." You complimented in a whisper godly work of the animator. "I can't wait until you get L, since you already look so sexy as S..."

"What are S and L...?"

He answered without tapping. Moreover, he tilted his head as if listening. There's been a lot of talk about AI lately, but you didn't agree to use the microphone in game… Unless it's some stinky term of services. This needs to be turned off, it will probably be in the settings. But after checking options, there was nothing like that there.

"Strange…"

"Trust me, I find it unnatural too." Andrea replied with an uncertain smile. "I hear you, but I don't feel anyone around me. But your voice… It’s nice. Can you keep talking? It feels good to be less... alone."

He sounded so much in character. Whoever programmed this, put a lot of work into it. It was a little weird... but you were so tired and done that chatting with the AI seemed like a nice change.

"Sure. It's weird talking to the screen, but well, I do it all the time anyway. Good thing it’s only an AI, because if anyone heard half the nonsense I moan, they'd probably send me to solitary confinement."

"You're calling grown man babygirl."

"Because you are!"

He chuckled, and it felt almost like a talking to an actual human. Muttering such nonsense, you felt ashamed for a moment. If the government suddenly started eavesdropping, the agent who was in charge was such a poor man.

"Tell me something else." He asked. "I've been hearing your voice for several days. I'd like to finally know who I'm having the pleasure of talking with."

He didn't have to ask twice. Of course, without providing any personal details, but you could give him your name. And told about that stupid bitch at work...

꧁:･ ✡ ･:꧂

You checked tumblr, checked X, and checked the official website of the game. There was no word about an update anywhere, and after writing that this new option with talking to devils was great, all mutuals started to worry if everything was okay or asked how to unlock it. What were you supposed to tell them? That it just appeared?

What's worse, you started to treat Andrea like an ordinary person. A human being. Turning on the game during cleaning, cooking or making bed, talking to that little devil on the screen, and... listening to his stories. He spoke so beautifully. Talked about how he likes to spend his time (if not murdering angels), or what everyday life in Nilfheim is like. Sometimes he worried about the war, sometimes was happy when you stayed with him longer being off work.

"My blindness is truly a gift." He said one day with a dreamy smile.

"Why so?"

"In this daily hustle, if my eyes were still working properly, I certainly wouldn't be able to hear you, a small voice in my consciousness. I thought there was something wrong with me. But when I finally focused, you heard me too."

What he said was so similar to what you remembered about own feelings. Longing tightened your chest, longing for someone who didn't exist in this world, and that feeling turned into pain.

"I'm also glad we can hear from each other." Your voice changed noticeably.

Andrea sensed it.

"Now that we've been able to talk, maybe one day we'll be able to touch each other?" He held his hand out in front of him, but you knew he couldn't pass through the screen. Still, you placed a finger where his hand was. Stupid mind was tricking you that you could feel his warmth. Tears came to your eyes.

"One day." You whispered with a trembling voice. "I don't know how, but one day we will."

"Do not cry, please. I don't want you to ever cry because of me.”

You tried to keep calm, but it was no use. Maybe one day, in another time, in another reality. Maybe it will work. No, it has to work. No matter how crazy others might think you were, this wasn't the world you were supposed to stay in. Your intended one waited patiently on the other side of the screen. You just didn't know how to do it. Not yet.

#whb #what in hell is bad #whb andrealphus

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skz317cb97 · 1 year

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Everything in it's Place

Han Jisung x Female reader

Word count: 4.9K (hahahah!😅)

Synopsis: Sometimes you just couldn't help but be a brat, and sometimes Jisung had to put you in your place.

A/N: 18+ ONLY! A wise person @cessixja asked why we don't see more dom Jisung so I answered the call to duty! If you like this absolute debauchery please reblog, like, comment, hit up my asks, maybe there'll be a part 2? Who knows! 🤷🏻 As always warnings and smut below the cut!

Warnings: 18+ ONLY MDNI! Cursing/ strong language, LOTS of dirty talking and name calling, Jisung hard dom/MC sub(brat), masturbation(m&f), oral(m&f receiving), punishment, scissors(Jisung cuts MCs dress off), mentions of the color system(yellow/red not used), bondage, blindfolding, spanking(flogger/hand), hair pulling(hard), deep throating/throat fucking, breath play/gagging/choking, spit play(Jisung spits in MCs mouth), cum shot, cum play, cum eating, unprotected piv sex(please use condoms), cream pie, anal(butt plug), sex toys(bullet, vibrator), clit/pussy slapping, squirting, degradation/name calling(slut, whore, hole, cum dump, cock slut, Jisung mentions letting Chan/Minho use MC), mentions of gang bang, mentions of double penetration, praise/pet names(good girl, good slut/whore, beautiful, angel, etc, MC calls Jisung daddy but not like in a ddlg way), breeding kink. I thiiiiink that's everything but if I missed something please let me know and I'll add it asap!

There was a certain dynamic between you and your boyfriend Jisung in the bedroom. The way it worked was Jisung was in charge and you were to listen. Well that was the way it was supposed to work. Every now and then what would happen was, you’d be a brat and egg him on until he was forced to remind you yet again, just who was in charge. In actual reality Jisung respected the shit out of you and was a caring, attentive boyfriend. So, when the line crossed into the bedroom you gave him the reigns... for the most part but sometimes you just couldn’t help yourself and today was one of those days.

You and Jisung were going to have a date night. You got into your sexiest black cocktail dress and went to the studio to pick him up for your dinner reservations. When you got there you lightly tapped at the door and walked in. Jisung’s eyes lit up when he saw you standing there a whole glass of gorgeous in that sexy fucking dress. He held up a finger signaling to give him just a moment. You nodded smiling and quietly sat on the couch while you waited for him and Chan to finish recording the part of the song they were working on. As soon as they cut, both of the men stood to properly greet you.

“Hey beautiful!” Jisung gripped your waist with both hands and pulled you in for a kiss and then sat back down. Chan gave you a hug and you made a point to push your breasts that were on full display in the dress you were wearing firmly against him, when he pulled away you gripped his arms tightly.

“Wow Channie, your arms are getting so big!” Jisung immediately started side eyeing you. You ignored him and touched Chan’s chest squeezing his pec a little, making his ears turn red.

“Your chest too Channie you’re massive!” He chuckled shyly while your boyfriend had both eyes narrowed on you. You ceased your groping of Chan.

“Uh thanks y/n I’ve been eating more meat so...” You smirked at Jisung before looking at Chan again.

“Well whatever meat you’re eating...” You cocked your eyebrow licking your lips.

“Keep it up... big boy.” You winked and Chan quickly sat down, turning to the computer trying to not blush profusely. It was just too easy to embarrass Chan and rile up Jisung.

“Baby, why don’t you wait in the hall and I’ll be right out.” He said it like it was a choice, you knew it wasn’t. You nodded your head sweetly.

“Okay Sungie!” You bent at the waist, leaning over and wrapping your arms around your boyfriend’s broad shoulders to peck his soft cheek. It also left your thick round ass bent over eye level for Chan who, despite his best efforts, couldn’t help but sneak a look or two. You sat back up very pleased with yourself and rolled your hips, swaying your ass as you walked out to wait for your man.

“Bye Channie.” You blew him a kiss and wiggled your fingers at him.

“Uh, bye y/n... nice... seeing you.” You smiled and shut the door behind you. Jisung sat there and looked at Chan for a minute. Chan shrugged and raised his eyebrows.

“What!? What did I do?” Jisung just laughed shaking his head.

“I’m heading out hyung. Don’t work all night.” Chan laughed and nodded.

“You either...” Jisung laughed.

“Oh I have my work cut out for me tonight I think.” Chan shook his head.

“Yea I think so too brother. Good luck! Have a good night.” Jisung clapped his friend on the back and then headed out to have dinner with his beautiful girlfriend who, obviously wanted a little attention. Well you had Jisung’s now but Jisung couldn’t let you know that of course. You smirked at him expecting him to admonish you for your behavior just then in the studio but he had his big toothy smile plastered on his face.

“Heya gorgeous, let’s eat!” He placed his hand on the small of your back and led you out. Jisung was all smiles on the car ride to the restaurant too, his hand gently resting on your thigh as he drove. You with your cute bratty little pout for not getting the reaction you’d hoped for. When Jisung parked he got out and quickly ran around to open your door for you. Your silky leg emerged from the car and he took your hand, helping you out. You smiled at him finally. Teasing or not, your man treated you well and you were thankful for that.

“Thank you Sungie.” You kissed the beauty mark on his cheek, your favorite place to peck him. He winked at you.

“Anything for my angel.” He palmed your ass and you giggled and went inside. You were seated at the usual booth you reserved when eating at that restaurant. It was a half-moon shape and allowed you to sit next to each other instead of across. Jisung liked sitting by you. Everything was lovely as usual. You ordered your drinks and an appetizer, your meal was absolutely delicious, both of you picking off the other’s plate as well. You’d both opted for one more drink instead of dessert tonight. Jisung had his own ideas about dessert for later. The hand that had rested on your thigh since dinner was done slowly slid up higher. Jisung wanted to tease you a little to get you back for that move with Chan, wanted to trace your slit over your panties and make you squeeze those sexy thighs together but when Jisung ran his finger up your slit, there were no panties to tease you over. You let out a breathy laugh and Jisung stiffened up, moving his hand back down your thigh. He leaned over his lips right against your ear.

“No panties? In this short slutty little dress? Really?” You licked your lips smiling and nodded.

“So when you bent over for Chan earlier were you just trying to show him what I get to fill?” His hand left your leg and rubbed the back of your neck before gently grabbing a handful of hair at your nape. You shrugged and cocked your eyebrow.

“Get your ass out to the car now. I’ll pay for dinner and then when I get you home, you’re gonna fucking pay beautiful.” He pulled your hair a little tighter, you moaned softly, and he let go.

“Now go.” You slid out of the booth and made your way out of the restaurant and to the car like Jisung had told you to. You were so wet already and still had the drive home. There was still time to press Jisung’s buttons too and you were going to every chance you got tonight. Jisung got in the car silently, started it and headed towards your shared house. No sooner than he’d pulled out of the parking lot you lifted your skirt, spread your pussy lips, and started playing with your slick cunt, teasing your clit. Jisung glanced over and his eyes narrowed on you again.

“Oh I know you aren’t playing with my pussy when you know your ass is getting punished tonight.” You gathered your arousal and rubbed faster panting.

“If you know what’s good for you, you won’t cum.” He warned you again but did nothing to actually stop you. You stuck your fingers from your other hand inside your hole and started pumping them teasing your clit harder. Jisung licked his lips, fuck he wanted to taste you so bad, you knew he did too. You pushed yourself into your orgasm, shaking in the passenger seat as you worked yourself through your peak. You rubbed your juices around with your fingers and went to put them in your mouth. Jisung gripped your wrist tightly stopping you. He pulled your hand over and sucked on your fingers cleaning your cum from them himself. He took your fingers from his mouth then shoved your hand back down in your lap and pulled your skirt down. He looked ready to spit fire.

“You’re so fucked tonight baby.” The rest of the car ride was dead silent and the tension was building. As soon as Jisung put the car in park he reached over and grabbed your hair, pulling you nose to nose with him. He licked at your lips and pulled a little harder.

“Get the fuck in that house now. Act like a dirty cock hungry slut I’m gonna treat you like one.” He let go of your hair, you got out of the car and walked towards the front door like he told you to. He unlocked and opened the door, letting you walk in first. As soon as the door was shut and locked Jisung pushed you against it hard and wrapped his fingers around your throat.

“You’ve pushed my button’s all night baby. Flirting with Chan, no panties, playing with my pussy and coming?” He tsked you. You smiled ear to ear pleased with yourself. You wanted to rile him up and your task was achieved. He squeezed tighter and you could feel your arousal start to coat the insides of your thighs.

“Oh you think it’s funny?” You cocked and eyebrow and shook your head yes. He grabbed a hand full of your hair with his free hand and pulled your head back.

“We’ll see how funny you think it is here in just a minute. Bedroom... NOW.” He let go and pointed towards your room. You walked at a leisurely pace, wiggling your ass with each step. Jisung just shook his head and followed behind. Once you both were in the bedroom the real fun could begin.

“What should I-” Jisung’s hand was around your throat again.

“You should shut your mouth unless I’m stuffing my cock into it understand?” You nodded.

“Say it.” He let up off your throat enough for your to speak.

“I understand.”

“Good now what’s our one unbreakable rule?”

“Red means stop.” He cupped your face and kissed you sweetly.

“That’s my girl.” The switch flipped back on.

“Get on the bed, face down ass up.” He squeezed your neck and then pushed you back towards the bed letting go so that you could do as he’d told you. You crawled on the bed on your hands and knees. He walked over and kneeled by you.

“I said face down!” He grabbed your wrists from between your legs and pulled them back making you fall into the mattress face down. He ran his hands over the swell of your plump ass over your dress. He left the bed for a moment to grab something. When he came back he was behind you again, he gripped your dress and suddenly you felt the cool blunt side of a pair of scissors as they cut up the back of your dress. Once he had it cut up the back entirely, he roughly yanked the fabric from your body then started cutting it into strips. After he cut your dress into four strips, he went to work tying you up. He grabbed one of the hands he’d pulled between your legs and tied it to your ankle, then he pulled on the other and tied it to the other ankle. Now there was no getting out of the position he’d demanded you take. He grabbed another strip and tied it around your eyes.

“Ji I can’t see eith-” You whined and he interrupted you.

“Is my cock in your mouth? I don’t think it is because you’d be choking if it was. Now close your mouth. This is a punishment. No touching no seeing and...” He walked over to your dresser and pulled out a pair of your panties. He shoved them in your mouth and then took the fourth strip of fabric tying it around your mouth stuffed with our own panties. Jisung got up off the bed and admired his work. You were naked, tied and gagged. Your cunt was glistening with your juices, he was dying to taste you again but he had to punish you. He took off his shirt and unbuckled his belt, you could hear all of this happening, hyper aware of sounds with your other senses taken away. You wished you could see him, fuck Jisung had a beautiful body, tan and broad defined.

“I’m going to grab a few things; don’t you go anywhere.” He laughed as he made his way over to a very specific drawer you kept. He was pulling out his arsenal for punishment and you had no idea what that meant. He grabbed a few things it sounded like and then was back over on the bed behind you. Jisung spread you apart and spit on your asshole, suddenly you felt something cool circling your hole and you clenched with excitement.

“Open up baby, your ass is getting stretched.” He spit on your asshole again and then started to push in the tip of the butt plug you were all too familiar with. It was a pretty pink glass one that he got you for your last anniversary. You moaned around the panties in your mouth as you felt it slide in and fill you. Once the cute little glass rose was the only thing sticking out of your ass Jisung grabbed his next tool. He was going to spit on your pussy but you were so creamy he didn’t bother. He pushed the bullet he had grabbed inside you, then he was off again, grabbing yet another tool he’d pulled from the special drawer. Jisung drug what he grabbed across your ass cheeks and you clenched around the butt plug. You felt the little leather straps of the flogger trace your skin causing goosebumps to erupt all over your body.

“You know your ass is in trouble now don’t you?” He gently slapped you with it.

“You think you can just act like a whore?” Smack, a little harder, you clenched again and moaned.

“Try and show Chan my holesl?” Smack, a little harder, your juices were dripping down your legs.

“You would've let him fuck you right there wouldn’t you?” You shook your head no but he smacked you again anyway, light pink marks started to appear after that one.

“Don’t lie to me dirty slut! I saw you flirting with him!” He smacked you again. You wanted to moan out but your mouth was stuffed with panties keeping you quiet, just like Jisung told you to be.

“I’ll keep your holes so busy you won’t think of anyone’s cock but mine.” Jisung grabbed the remote to the bullet he put inside you and turned it on low. Your muffled sounds and the buzzing inside you were all that could be heard. Jisung slapped you with the flogger again, not as hard but this time the soft leather straps landed across your cunt. You tried to press your legs together but couldn’t. He slapped your pussy with the flogger again then teased you with the tips of the straps your pussy juices were dripping down your belly.

“Are you gonna cum? Did I fucking say you could cum!?” Slap across your ass again, hard. You tried to answer but couldn’t.

“Quiet! I don’t need an answer, I didn’t say you can cum so you can’t.” Smack smack smack then leather straps slowly drug across your ass that was burning now. Jisung tossed the flogger and took off his pants and boxers, stroking his thick cock.

“I’m gonna take this gag off your mouth for one reason and one reason only and that’s to replace it with another. You better get ready to choke down some dick. I'm fucking that throat hard tonight. “ Jisung crawled by your head and gathered your hair into a ponytail pulling on it hard, lifting your head from the mattress, holding it up and untying the gag. As soon as it was loose you spit your panties out and took a deep breath the bullet vibrator and butt plug still driving you mad. Jisung tilted your face up towards him.

“Open your fucking mouth.” You did as you were told and Jisung spit into it. He stuck three fingers in, rubbing it around, pressing on your tongue, then gagging you with his fingers, making your mouth water more. He pulled his fingers out and rubbed your spit all over your face, then shoved his cock into your mouth, two hands gripping your hair tightly as he held you up and fucked your throat hard. The gagging and squelching made Jisung throb. He pulled you off patting your cheek.

“Open wide whore.” He shoved his cock back into the back of your throat thrusting. Slapping your cheek again then he reached over and started slapping your pussy and you screamed around his cock. He pulled out, drool and precum dripped from your lips and chin. He leaned down close to your already fucked out face as you gasped for air.

“I’m gonna fuck your face hard now baby and then I’m gonna cum down your throat and you better swallow every drop I give you. Got it?” Your open mouth was his answer.

“Stick out your fucking tongue.” He slapped his cock on your tongue and face then rubbed his tip against it hard.

“That’s right open up, that’s my good little cock hungry slut.” Jisung had fist fulls of hair again, he pulled hard tilting your head back and spit in your mouth again then fucked your throat hard, he could see the tip bulging in your neck. He held you up by your hair tightly with one hand and pinched your nose with the other as he continued his relentless thrusts to your face. You gagged hard around his tip and a strangled moan was your only warning before Jisung started coming down your throat warm and thick. With your nose plugged you had only one choice which was swallow. He let go of your nose and pulled you off his cock panting, face covered in spit and cum. He let go of your hair and your face fell back into the mattress your ass perched up still. Jisung looked at your glistening cunt and tsked you again.

“And you were doing so well... coming without permission. He slapped your pussy and you jumped still sensitive from your orgasm you had hoped he would miss seeing.

“Well now you’re gonna cum until I say stop.” Jisung pulled out the bullet and grabbed something else. You only realized it was a wand vibrator once he pushed it against your clit and turned it on. You moaned out and you were thankful you weren’t gagged anymore. He pushed two fingers into your hole and started pumping them fast and hard while he turned up the vibrator.

“Cum.” Your legs started shaking as another orgasm washed over your whole body. He pushed the vibrator against your clit harder and turned it up more. The squelching of his fingers pumping in and out of you got louder and louder. You still tried to squeeze your legs closed even though you knew it was pointless. Jisung spit on your cunt and started slapping it, turning the vibrator up more and then pushing three fingers inside you. You screamed and got a warning.

“Keep it down or I’ll cum on your panties and shove them back in, do you fucking hear me?!” You nodded as you came again quieter with your face buried in the mattress. Jisung kept going taking you to another peak and pushing further and further until you were a drooling babbling mess begging him.

“Awww baby... check in huh? What’s your color.” You took a deep breath.

“Fucking green don’t you dare fucking stop.” You panted out. He gave you that mischievous smile of his.

“Such a good little whore for me, begging for me to stop, I’ll stop baby, I’ll stop... I’ll stop when you squirt all over these sheets.” His fingers pumped inside you deep and hard hitting your g spot over and over, harder and harder, your asshole clenched around the butt plug still nestled inside you and Jisung turned the vibrator all the way up. Your juices sprayed from you as you screamed into the mattress to keep the volume down. Jisung dropped the vibrator and started slapping your clit as you squirt and dripped cum down your legs. He rubbed his fingers back and forth as you sprayed a mess of your cum all over yourself and the bed. You could hear Jisung sucking on his fingers, savoring your taste he leaned over and licked and sucked at your cunt collecting your cum on his tongue as you twitched and shook from overstimulation. Jisung crawled up by your head, his cock long, thick and hard again. He pulled your blindfold off and after a second you could see clearly. You saw Jisung kneeling stroking his big dick.

“You’re gonna lay there and watch me stroke my cock until I paint that pretty fucked out face. You haven’t earned my cum in any other holes yet. So you’re gonna wear it and eat it.” Jisung spit on his cock and started jerking off with both hands, tugging roughly on his balls, twisting his wrist as he squeezed his tip. The squelching and fapping in front of your face got faster and louder, he spit on his cock again moaning as he felt his orgasm approaching. He aimed his cock at your face.

“Open that fucking mouth up, open it slut!” You opened your mouth and Jisung leaned in, twitched and started coming on your face and in your mouth.

“Ohhhh fuck yeaaa wear it baby, lick it up, ohhhh fuck yes so hungry for my cum aren’t you?” You licked your lips and any cum that dripped down your face nodding. Jisung shoved his cock in your mouth.

“Suck it out, get it all.” He pulled his dick out of your mouth and slapped it against your cum cover face. He smeared his load all over your face with his hand, then shoved his fingers in your mouth gagging you.

“Fucking suck them!” You sucked and cleaned his cum from his fingers and he gently slapped your cum covered cheek.

“Such a dirty fucking whore. Let’s clean you up a little.” Jisung wiped up your face and tossed the cum rag crawling behind you again.

“You’re gonna take this cock now, as hard as I want to give it to you, and you’re gonna thank me while I wreck your cunt. Got it.” You nodded any fight that was in you completely fucked out already. Jisung pushed the tip of his cock inside you then shoved his whole fat cock in to his balls making you scream.

“I asked you a fucking question! DO YOU GOT IT YOU FUCKING SLUT!?” He rammed into you harder.

“YES! FUCK YES!” Deeper, harder.

“YES WHAT?!” He spanked your ass hard.

“YES PLEASE DADDY! THANK YOU!!!” He held you down and started railing you.

“You’re my fucking cum dump understand?!” He started fucking you harder just absolutely ravenous.

“Your’s Daddy I’m your hole to cum in fuck fuck fuck!”

“You want Chan to fuck your mouth don’t you? Huh? Fucking slut. Maybe I’ll leave you tied up, call Chan let him fuck you open too hmm? I know we talked about Minho joining before, maybe call him too huh?Let him take a hole too? Sounds like a good idea to me. You were so eager to show Chan my fucking holes, dirty fucking slut.” He rammed his dick into you harder and harder your juicy pussy dripping and squishing.

“Fucking whore, look how wet you are thinking about me and my friends taking all your holes.” He pumped the butt plug in your ass and continued his breakneck pace pounding into your abused hole.

“You wish that was Minho’s dick in your ass don’t you?” He shoved the butt plug deeper and you moaned out.

“Want Minho to fuck your asshole open while I tear up this cunt?! DON’T YOU!?” You couldn’t speak he was fucking you so hard, so good, all you could do was gasp for air and nod. He grabbed you by the hair with both hands again pulling hard, holding you up as he fucked your tight cunt fast and hard, his balls slapping wet against your pussy lips.

“Want us to gang bang you huh? My cock hungry little slut aren’t you?! FUCKING SAY IT!” He pulled your hair yanking your head back further.

“I-I-I'm a-a-a cock h-hungry s-s-slut! W-want you a-a-all to f-f-fuck my-my holes!!!” Jisung started spanking your ass hard over and over as he fucked you.

“I knew it you fucking whore! These are my holes, you fucking hear me?! If they get filled it’s because I let them understand!? SPEAK!” You nodded and screamed.

“YESYESYESYES your holes fuck! They’re yours Daddy YOURS!!!” He slammed into you hard one more time and pulled out. He reached over to the table and grabbed the scissors cutting the straps that had you tied together. Your body fell flat against the bed face down as you tried to catch your breath. Jisung rolled you over and settled between your thighs.

“Checking in baby what’s your color?” You sighed as he ran his fingertips up and down your body.

“MMmmgreen Sungie.” He smiled and smoothed your hair away from your face and started rubbing your whole cunt with his hand.

“I’m gonna fill this pussy up with my babies, that way everyone knows who you belong to. You gonna have my pretty babies gorgeous?” You nodded.

“God yes! Cum inside me Daddy, put your babies in me!” He smiled.

“There’s my angel.” He slid into you and started rolling his hips slow and deep. When he bottomed out you could feel him rub against your g spot and the butt plug and your body buzzed as the coil inside you wound up again. Jisung leaned over and wrapped both hands around your throat squeezing as he fucked you harder snapping his hips into yours.

“Such a good girl, my sweet sweet angel, you’re gonna cum for me one more time right? You’re gonna cum with me?” You nodded as he squeezed tighter your face turning red.

“GOD FUCK! SO SEXY! FUCK! TAKE THAT COCK! I’VE GOT A BIG LOAD FOR YOU PRETTY! GONNA FILL YOU UP!!” He slammed his fat cock into you harder and harder pushing the butt plug deeper with each thrust. You started coming hard, your mouth falling open in a scream silenced by Jisung’s hands choking you as he chased his own orgasm.

“Beg for me baby! Be a good girl and beg for my cum! Maybe I’ll give it to you if you beg me real nice!” He let up off your throat, gripped your hips and started jackhammering into you, the sound of wet skin slapping filled the room along with your begs and screams for Jisung’s cum.

“GIVE IT TO ME DADDY FILL ME UP GOOD! FUCK YOUR CUM IN ME DEEP WANT MAKE SURE IT TAKES DADDY WANNA HAVE YOUR BABIES FUCKFUCKFUCK PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE! GODFUCKSHITFUCK!” Jisung moaned out loud, pushed his hips flush against yours as he started twitching and coming inside you.

“Oh you feel me beautiful? OH FUCK!” He pushed in deeper as his cum filled your cunt. He kept thrusting making sure to get every drop inside you.

“Hold it in there angel.” He stroked his cock, his tip still pressed inside you as the last of his load filled you. He pulled out grabbed the back of your knees and pushed your legs back, lifting your ass up off the bed so his cum would slide deeper inside you instead of squeezing out of your swollen hole.

“Good girl, hold it in.” He massaged your ass cheeks and then gently pulled out your butt plug. After he set your legs down he fell on top of you, his body weight crushing you. You liked it when he crushed you after. You liked to feel Jisung so close after you had hard intense sex like that. He cooed in your ear as he laid on top of you, whispering sweet nothings about his endless love for you. How perfect you were, how lucky he was to have you, his hands rubbed up and down your body as you both came back from the earth shattering sex you just had. After cooling down Jisung rolled off of you and got up to get a bath ready for the two of you. Jisung turned and looked at you laying on the bed fucked out.

“You know...” You looked over at him when he spoke up suddenly.

“If you’re really down... I can talk to Chan and Minho. I’m sure they’d be game.” You leaned up on one elbow biting at your lip as you could feel your body flush thinking about what your boyfriend was proposing. You could feel his cum starting to ooze from you.

“Really?!” He walked over and kneeled on the bed kissing your lips.

“Absolutely, one rule though...” Jisung ran his fingers through your slit rubbing the cum that was leaking from you all over your tender cunt then shoving them inside your pussy, making you tremble.

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tzuyusluv · 1 year

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Fairy Of Shampoo

genre —> fluff, slight angst, suggestive

pairing —> txt x reader

warnings —> mc is insecure, Taehyun’s is extremely suggestive though no actual sex is written, Beomgyu’s part is female and mentions the mc being sexy

word count —> 509

summary —> this request right here

Yeonjun

You nervously shift around while Yeonjun stares at you. You look up towards him, asking if there was anything wrong. “You look absolutely gorgeous baby.” The words are spoken with so much love, love that you knew was just for you. “Are you sure? I’m not sure I like the darker color.” Yeonjun’s smile falls at the words that come out of your mouth. “Baby, even if you have bleached, black or even brightly colored hair, I would still think you’re the most beautiful person on the planet.”

Soobin

Your heart was beating incredibly fast that you thought it might jump out of your chest. Soobin had taken you to the salon when you expressed your love for his dark hair. It was something you had always thought about doing, but now that it was actually happening, you were second guessing everything. Once the dye was washed out and your hair was blow dried, the hairdresser let Soobin come over and see your hair. Waking over there, he was left speechless. “Sooo,,, how does it look?” You nervously ask. “You look so good baby.” His voice was barely a whisper. You then notice that he made a realization. “Now we have matching hair colors!”

Beomgyu

You wake up to the feeling of your boyfriend playing with your hair. Groggily, you asked what he’s doing but he doesn’t answer. He just continues to play with your hair. “What? Do you not like it or something? Do you prefer the blonde?” Beomgyu quickly shook his head no before backtracking. “Don’t get me wrong! I loved your blonde hair, it made you look so cute! But the black makes you look so sexy. My sexy girlfriend with black hair.”

Taehyun

While cooking dinner, you like to blare music so it’s no surprise that you didn’t hear the front door open and notice Taehyun was home until you felt something hold your waist in a back hug. “When did this happen, love?” You know he’s talking about your new hair color. “Just today, I impulsively decided to dye it but I’m not so sure about it.” Taehyun hums at that. “I think..that you look so hot. I loved your blonde but the darker color…” He trails off towards the end, wrapping himself tighter around you. “Taeeee.” You whine at the constriction, “I’ve got to continue cooking dinner.” Taehyun buries his head into your hair before leaning down to your ear. “I think I want something else for dinner tonight.”

Hueningkai

“Oh my god.” You can barely hear his whisper. “What? Is it that bad or something?” After you lost a bet, your friends decided to have you dye your hair as a punishment. “It’s amazing baby..” Kai just continues to look at you with lovestruck eyes. He pulls you down onto his chest and nearly shouts in your ear when he realizes something. “Oh my god! With my blonde hair and your black hair, we’re look like a penguin together!” He pulls down HueningKai Jr and smushes him up against you both. “We’re like a little family!

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blueraineshadows · 10 months

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Guitars, and Heart Strings

Sebastian Sallow x F!MC - angst, fluff, smut

🔞 NSFW 🌶 🔥 ❤️

This is a Request fic for the lovely @simpy-slytherin 💜🥰

Notes: The Legacy Gang have graduated, and they are getting ready to embark on their adult lives. One last night out together in Hogsmeade to kick off summer turns a little explosive for our favourite dueling partners...

The Three Broomsticks was packed out with patrons, Sirona rushed off her feet with the bustling bar filled with witches and wizards who had piled in for the evening's entertainment. Tonight, a local five piece band was playing, a group renowned for their foot stomping shanties and they were very popular.

The lead singer, in particular, was rather well known, a former Hogwarts graduate with a stunning voice and a gorgeous smile. Adam McNeil turned heads, there was no two ways about it.

"Oh, MC, what a beautiful man," Natty sighed. "I'd let him strum my strings any day of the week."

MC snorted a laugh and nudged her friend with her shoulder. "Natty! Just how many fire whiskey shots have you had already?"

Natty grinned. "Not nearly enough to pluck up the courage to go and introduce myself to Adam McNeil that's for sure."

The girls giggled, and MC looked over at Adam, her eyes widening a little as he met her gaze and gave her a smile. She immediately smiled back, a blush colouring her cheeks.

Natty noticed and nudged MC quite firmly with a boney elbow. "Did you see that? He smiled at you!" Natty looked at MC rolling her eyes. "How is this fair? Adam McNeil is giving you sexy smiles! Oh, to be you for one day, MC!"

"Honestly, Natty, you do not want to be in here," MC said, tapping her temple. "Way too much baggage lying around. Anyway, it was just a smile, he probably does that to everyone."

Natty didn't look convinced. "Come on, he was definitely looking at you," she said. She eyed MC a moment. "Or are you playing this down because you've got your eye on someone else?"

MC gave her a look. "We've been over this," she said. "Seb and I are best friends. He's a flirt, sure, but I don't think it goes any further than that."

"But, you want it to, right?"

MC shrugged. "Maybe. I don't want to mess up what we have though, he is too important to me. I would hate it if things got weird."

Natty nodded. "For what it's worth, I think you would make a great couple. But, I understand your worries." She glanced back towards Adam McNeil and smiled. "You could always try a little flirtation with someone else. Adam is looking at you again."

MC turned to see, and Natty was right. MC felt the beginnings of another blush as she smiled back. Again. She took Natty's arm. "Come on, let's get back to the others."

The whole gang had turned out for tonight. MC stared at the table of her friends as her and Natty approached, her heart full of love for them. They had become her family over the last three years. All of them. They were all crammed around one table, chatting and drinking, laughter spilling out freely now that all the exam stress was done.

They were free. It was almost scary.

MC smiled fondly at Poppy, who was practically sitting in Ominis' lap, her little hand clamped firmly around his. She doted on him, her eyes full of her adoration every time she looked at him.

Poppy gave her a sheepish smile. "I did try to save your seat, but then Garreth and Leander arrived."

Both red headed Gryffindors looked up, big smiles as they greeted her. Maybe she'd had a few too many shots of firewhiskey, because she threw her arms around the both of them and planted a kiss on their cheeks. "It's good to see you guys," she said. She meant it. The potential to not see any of them again hurt more than she wanted to admit.

As she pulled away from the Gryffindor lads she met a pair of brown eyes that always set her pulse fluttering. Sebastian's eyes blazed with something, glittering dangerously as his hand clasped her wrist possessively. He tugged her away from Garreth and Leander and patted his lap. "There's a seat right here for you, MC," he said.

MC eyed his lap. Oh, it was tempting. Her heart started pounding at the thought of it. She didn't trust herself to do it though, the proximity combined with the alcohol might lead her into dangerous territory. Her chat with Natty had brought all her torment over Sebastian to the forefront of her mind.

Turns out she didn't have a choice. Sebastian had her wrist in his grip, his smirk dangerous as he tugged her down onto his lap, his hand planting firmly just above her hip. She gasped as she tried not to spill her drink, adjusting herself so she was a bit more comfortable. Their gazes met and she bit her lip at the possessive satisfaction in his gaze.

"Someone is feeling rather hands on this evening," she quipped.

"Only thinking of your comfort, MC," he said. "It's not very gentlemanly to leave a lady standing now, is it."

"A real gentleman would have given up his chair, not manhandled said lady into his lap," she said, poking him in the chest.

"Ah, but this is much more fun," he said. "I'm at a better advantage for annoying you, and I know how much you love it when I do that."

"Bloody hell, would you two just fuck already?" Garreth said across the table.

MC gaped at him. "Garreth!"

Sebastian's fingers gripped her hip a little tighter as Garreth laughed and shrugged, he held his hands out. "What? We're all thinking it. I'm just saying it out loud."

MC glanced around the table and everyone was suddenly very interested in something else, their drink or the band, anything but her gaze. Poppy gave her an apologetic look. MC turned to Sebastian and was met with a rather smug smirk. She narrowed her eyes. "Hands where I can see them, Sallow," she quipped.

He laughed and held both hands up in surrender. "My hands are at your command." His wink sent a shiver down her spine. Oh, she had a few ideas of what he could do with those hands. MC looked down at her drink and the thought crossed her mind that she should watch herself, too many of those and her restraint might snap.

See? Dangerous territory.

The chatter round the table continued, the table becoming cluttered with their empty drinks. The band continued to play and the atmosphere in the pub became rather lively. MC tried not to think about the feel of Sebastian's hand at her hip, or the fact that he barely took it away from that spot. She felt the rumble of his laughter through his chest where her arm was against it. Every now and then his breath would tickle the loose strands of hair at her neck where it had slipped from her clip, she rubbed her hand there once as it tickled and he noticed. He smirked and blew gently onto her skin, making the loose strands of hair dance and goosebumps erupt down her arm. Her nudge and gentle scolding just made him smile wider.

Feeling fidgety, she squirmed a little in his lap and heard his breath hiss through his teeth, his hands stilling her hips. "Sorry, am I squishing you?" She asked.

He shook his head and shifted her ever so slightly himself, adjusting his seating. Her bottom brushed up against something hard and she wriggled to get comfortable, whatever was in his pocket was rather annoying. He made a small, low sound and she glanced at him to see colour flooding into his cheeks, his eyes dark pools of utter temptation. Realisation flooded through her, and desire pierced right through her core. Oh, fuck!

Her eyes flew to Natty. "Fancy a dance, Nats? I need to burn off some energy," she said. She risked another awkward glance at Sebastian before she slid from his lap, her legs a little wobbly as she clasped Natsai by the hand. "Come on, you can drool over Adam McNeil while we dance."

....*...

Adam fucking McNeil. Sebastian's hand curled into a fist on his thigh. MC, Poppy and Natty were dancing, laughing, and Adam McNeil's eyes were lingering for far too long on MC for his liking.

Sebastian's gaze travelled over MC as she danced, her hips swaying, her arse perfect in those tight little trousers she wore. He adjusted the crotch of his trousers, a little embarrassed that she had caused him to get a little too aroused when she sat on his lap. The look on her face had been priceless though!

Even her blouse was close fitting this evening, the throat open exposing her collar bones, the mini corset vest she wore accentuated the exquisite curve of her waist and pushed her breasts up in a way that made his mouth go dry.

Unfortunately, he wasn't the only one who had noticed. The singer, this Adam McNeil that the girls were all sighing over, was watching MC too closely, his gaze following her as she danced and offering up little smiles her way. What was worse, she was smiling back.

"That lead singer loves himself a bit doesn't he?" He grumbled.

Imelda huffed a laugh. "What's not to love? He's talented, devilishly handsome, and charming beyond belief," she said. She gave Sebastian a sly look. "And if my eyes don't deceive me, he seems to have taken an interest in our very own Hero of Hogwarts. I'd say that's what your pissed about, not how Adam views himself."

Sebastian glared at her. "Who says I'm pissed off?"

She laughed. "I'm just spitting facts, Sallow. If you want to get your dick wet, I'd quit whining and do something about it, before someone else does."

Ominis nearly choked on his butterbeer. He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. "My sentiments exactly, although I might have chosen my words a little more eloquently."

"Oh, don't you start," Sebastian sighed. He stood and fished in his pockets for his coins. "I need another drink."

Waiting at the bar, Sebastian seethed. The song had ended and the band were taking a moment to have a drink and wipe their sweaty faces with towels. They chatted amongst themselves, but Adam only had eyes for MC. He beckoned her over and she went, her smile lighting up her face. Adam bent to say something into her ear and she nodded, then moved to say something back to him. Sebastian did not like the way Adam looked at her, he didn't like it at all.

He grit his teeth and reminded himself that he had given up the use of Unforgivables a long time ago. But his wand felt heavy and willing in his pocket as MC put her hand on Adam's arm and laughed.

....*....

MC was loving this evening. She paused in her dancing, a little out of breath, her blood pumping pleasantly, the alcohol giving her a brilliant buzz.

"I love this band!" She said to Natty. "I haven't danced like this in so long."

"They play around the Highlands regularly," Natty said. "Maybe we should go to other gigs?"

"Oh, yes, I would love to!" MC beamed. Not only at seeing the band play again, but at the thought of meeting up with her friend. She desperately didn't want to lose touch.

"I think Adam might be pleased to see you there too," Natty said. "Not that I am jealous or anything."

MC put her arm around Natty and gave her a squeeze. "I told you, its nothing, just a bit of harmless fun."

They went back to the table to quench their thirst, MC returning to Sebastian, but she hesitated at the sour look on his face. She put her hand on his shoulder. "Everything alright?"

He pulled out of her touch and nodded tightly. "Couldn't be better," he said.

MC frowned. She was having too much of a good time and she did not want to deal with one of his mood swings right now.

"Suit yourself," she shrugged.

She picked up her drink and moved towards Leander instead. She tapped him on the shoulder. "Can I sit here?" She asked.

"Oh, of course," he said. He immediately went to stand to offer her his chair. She giggled and pushed him back down. "No, no, silly. I meant here." She patted her hand on his thigh and he blushed a brilliant shade of red.

He froze, his hands held out awkwardly, as MC sat on his thigh and slung her arm around his shoulders. She turned to pointedly stare at Sebastian, one eyebrow raised. If he wanted to be a misery, she would give him something to sulk about. His mouth tightened subtly and she smirked. Serves him right.

"Is this alright?" She asked Leander quietly. "I don't want to make you uncomfortable."

"Erm, yeah, it's alright," he said.

She smiled. "I don't mind sitting on your lap. You're a gentleman, Leander," she said. "I trust you completely."

The band finished their song and MC turned to clap enthusiastically along with everyone else. Sebastian sat there without moving a muscle.

Adam wiped his face with a towel and then picked up an acoustic guitar. "Thank you, ladies and gentlemen," he said, loudly. His voice carried across the room beautifully. "This next song is a bit slower, if that's alright, and I would like to dedicate it to a rather lovely young lady in the room. She knows who she is."

Adam's gaze met MC's and she felt her cheeks warm considerably, and then he winked. Adam McNeil fucking winked at her! She put her hand to her chest, flattered beyond belief. She stared back at Adam, stunned, as he began to play his guitar.

The song was considerably stripped back, and when Adam sang, she felt herself melting. She hadn't even noticed how her fingers were digging into Leander's shoulder until he shifted it under her. She released her grip, muttering an apology.

Adam kept his eyes on her, and people were starting to notice.

"Fucking hell," Imelda muttered behind her. "He is absolutely singing that to MC!"

MC swallowed, and she broke eye contact with Adam to glance at Sebastian. His face might as well have been carved from stone. His eyes were cold fury as he glared towards the band, towards Adam, and then he looked at her. MC almost flinched at the coldness she saw there in his eyes.

She had to look away. She felt uncomfortable all of a sudden, confused. How many times had she sent signals to Sebastian and got nowhere? Their playful flirting was apparently just that, playful. And now he was jealous? Of Adam?

Tonight was supposed to be about fun, and it had been. And as for Adam, how could she not be flattered? He was utterly charming, and he was looking at her in such a way that made her feel good. She was not owned by anyone, she did not need permission to have fun, and she was not going to let Sebastian Sallow get under her skin. Let him sit and stew in his jealous misery.

She stood up from Leander's lap, thanking him for allowing her to sit there, and she moved to the bar, ignoring Sebastian completely. She needed a drink.

....*...

"Must you insist on being an insufferable fool," Ominis snapped. He put a long fingered hand to his brow and squeezed. "Quit whining and moaning, you're rather spoiling the mood of the whole evening."

Sebastian eyed his best friend, his lips twisted into a sour grimace of envy. "Oh, and I suppose you would be quite content to sit there whilst some back street singer started fawning all over Poppy, would you?"

"That is entirely different," Ominis said, his brow creasing with annoyance.

"I don't see how," Sebastian muttered. He folded his arms, pouting miserably. He leant back against the barrels outside the Three Broomsticks, out here getting some much needed air away from the band inside the pub. He didn't think he could stand another minute of watching Adam McNeil flirting with MC, and seeing her enjoy it.

"It is completely different," Ominis huffed. He leant in towards Sebastian, stern faced. "I had the balls to ask Poppy to be my girl, and I'm rather glad that I did. I get to hold her hand whenever I like, I get to kiss her whenever I like. Unlike yourself, who makes a rather big show of being an insufferable flirt, but you haven't got the nerve to actually tell MC how you really feel!"

Sebastian stared at Ominis, a flush beginning to creep up his neck. A slither of envy coiled in his gut thinking of how Ominis had mentioned being able to kiss his girl whenever he wanted.

"If another man even dared to think about laying a finger on Poppy, then I would absolutely be furious. Only I get to do that. You, however, have no right to sit there sulking and spoiling MC's evening just because you're not getting your own way," Ominis continued. "And if she does end up leaving the bar with that singer, then you've only yourself to blame!"

Sebastian gaped. "What? She will not be leaving the bar with him! Not if I have anything to do with it!"

Ominis looked pained. Sebastian cared little, he was too busy imagining MC leaving in the arms of that bloody singer. His hand slid into his pocket and gripped his wand tight. Over his fucking dead body she would. MC was his! How could she not be?

They had shared more in the last few years than some did in a lifetime. There would be no life without her, not for him. He belonged to her, and she belonged to him. At least, that's how it was in his head.

What if it wasn't like that in her head? What if she went off with Adam and had this whole new life and forgot about him? Isn't that one of the fears that has kept his mouth sealed shut in the first place, her leaving him, forgetting about him?

Oh gods. He was going to have to tell her.

Sebastian's grip relaxed on his wand and he looked at Ominis. His shoulders slumped with the gutting realisation that once again, his friend was right. Why did he always have to be right?

"It must be rather smug to be you, Ominis," he groused. "Doesn't it get tiring being right all the time?"

"You have no idea, Sebastian," Ominis said, wearily. "When it comes to you, I feel I must be always one step ahead to prevent disaster."

Despite his sulk, Sebastian couldn't help but grin. He loved nothing more than keeping people on their toes, and he doubted he would ever stop.

Sebastian decided he needed another drink, a drop of courage. After all, he was about to go and tell the girl he loved how he felt before handsome Adam could whisk her away. He quite liked the idea of being able to kiss MC whenever he liked.

....*....

MC stood and clapped as the band finished their last song of this set. Adam said they would be taking a 30 minute break before returning to finish the evening off. Natty asked if she wanted another drink, and MC was about to say yes, but Natty's eyes had widened and she grabbed MC's hand. "Merlin, Adam is coming over here," she hissed.

"What?" MC turned and saw that Natty was right. His smile was devastating.

MC threw a quick glance back over towards their table, and her friends. Sebastian and Ominis were nowhere to be seen. Then she reminded herself that she didn't need to answer to anybody, she was her own person. It would be rude to ignore Adam, especially after he sang for her.

"Hello, ladies," Adam said.

"Hello," Natty replied. Her cheeks darkened in a deep blush. "You have been wonderful!"

"Oh, well thank you," he said. "It's always great to hear that people have enjoyed our music."

MC's lips curved into a smirk as she looked at Natty. She was fairly certain that it wasn't the music so much as the man delivering it that Natty was so enamoured by.

"I hope I'm not being too forward," Adam said, and he put a gentle hand to MC's elbow. "But, I was wondering if I might steal you from your friend for a few moments."

His Scottish accent was beautiful, soft and melodic, and MC was just staring. She felt the sharp pinch of Natty's fingers and mentally shook herself. "Oh, erm...sure?" She said, nervously.

She glanced at Natty who gave her a rigorous nod, practically shoving MC in Adam's direction. "Of course you can steal her," Natty said. "Can't he, MC? I don't mind."

Adam smiled. "MC? That's a bonnie name," he said. He met her gaze. "A bonnie name for a bonnie lass."

MC could have sworn she heard Natty utter a little whine. She threw her a look but Natty was waving her off, and Adam was taking her arm. MC felt a million butterflies erupt in her stomach. What in Merlin's name was happening here?

Adam led her over towards the corner near where there instruments were set up. MC eyed them curiously, some she recognised, others she wasn't so sure of. They certainly made for enjoyable music though when all played together.

"I was hoping to get a moment alone with you, MC," Adam said. "You've been a rather delightful distraction all evening, if you don't mind me saying."

She did not mind, she realised. "So, am I right in assuming that I was the girl you dedicated that song to? Or, do you say that to all girls?"

The twinkle in his eye had her flustered. "Only the really pretty ones," he said. He leant in a little closer, his intriguing scent surrounding her. "And you, MC, are beautiful. I couldn't resist stealing you away from your friends. Although, before I make a complete fool of myself, I thought I had better check something. Are you attached to any of the gentleman that are sitting with you this evening? I don't want to step on anyone's toes."

The way Sebastian had gone off in a sulk, you would think that someone had stomped on his toes with heavy boots. MC pushed the thought aside. She shook her head. "Nope, no gentleman or lady to tread on," she said. "I am a free spirit."

Was she? Her heart clenched a little, her confusing feelings for Sebastian churning away in there. However, Adam looked very pleased at this news, and his smile was so very lovely. "In that case, I would be honoured if you would like to share a drink with me while we're on our break. Would you like that?"

"I would," she agreed.

And that was how it started, how she found herself sipping whiskey with a gorgeous Scottish singer, and ended up perched on his lap while he tried to show her how to play his guitar. Never mind that she didn't have the first clue how to play, or that all the whiskey in her blood had released the flirt in her, MC was rather enjoying herself.

Adam brought his arm around to show her how to press her fingers onto the strings, arranging them into a chord on the fret board - a new term she had just learnt. His touch was firm but gentle, and she was surprised at how she didn't mind it all. It was more difficult than it looked, the strings hard under her soft finger tips. She held the strings down in the position he had arranged and then she strummed with her other hand.

She winced at the off sound it made. She giggled. "I think I should leave the music to the experts," she said. "You make it look so easy."

His breath tickled her ear as he spoke. "Ach, its only practise, MC," he said. "Everyone has to start somewhere. Have another wee go."

She looked down at the guitar and readied for another try. Adam's hand moved to her waist, the touch feather light, almost hesitant. Her breathing hitched a little, and while it certainly didn't feel terrible, a strange flush of guilt swept over her. It wasn't Sebastian's hand.

Trying to concentrate, she strummed the guitar, and this time it didn't sound so bad. She smiled, and Adam's hand pressed a little more firmly at her waist. "See? Much better this time," he murmured near her ear.

MC felt warmth spread through her at the same time a shiver slid down her spine. He was beginning to affect her, her thoughts growing hazy. It was so confusing. She wanted him to touch her, and yet all she could see was Sebastian's face. She swallowed, and cursed herself for drinking more blasted whiskey than she should have.

She should tell him. It wasn't fair to lead Adam on, she couldn't let him think she was available after all. She shifted on his lap, pushing the guitar forward so she could turn to him, her eyes locking on his very pretty ones. Oh, Merlin, he was even more lovely this close up.

The words were on the tip of her tongue, she didn't have a boyfriend, but she did have feelings for someone. And then his gaze dropped to her lips, he was leaning in, and her heart sped up in a mixture of excitement and panic. Oh, gods, he was going to kiss her!

And then a firm hand grabbed hold of her upper arm, she jumped, shocked, eyes flying up to meet with a pair of furious brown eyes.

"Don't even fucking think about it," Sebastian growled.

....*....

The band was no longer playing as Sebastian entered the bar, he made his way to order his drink, Ominis beside him. He glanced about looking for MC, nerves fluttering about what he might say to her. She wasn't at the table with the others and he frowned a little, his gaze swinging about the room.

He froze. There she was, sitting on Adam McNeil's lap, his hands on her as she tried to play his fucking guitar. He watched, livid, as Adam spoke into her ear and she smiled that beautiful smile of hers. No way. He wasn't having this.

"You've got to be fucking kidding me," he snapped.

"What is it?" Ominis asked.

But Sebastian didn't answer. He was moving, pushing his way through the bar to get to MC, he wasn't going to stand for another moment of Adam's hands on her. As he neared them, his eyes blazed as she turned to Adam, and the bastard was leaning in for a kiss.

Not on his fucking watch! He reached out, desperate, panic seizing him as he clamped his hand hard around her arm. He felt her jolt with shock, but he didn't loosen his grip. Couldn't, even if he wanted to. She looked up at him, surprised and a little fearful.

"Don't even fucking think about it." He ground the words out past the frightened fury in his throat. He couldn't lose her, he just couldn't.

"Sebastian!" She gasped his name, the sound of it breathless, pained almost.

Adam was looking between MC and him, confused. "Okay, easy now," he said slowly.

Sebastian glared at him. "Get your hands off her," he spat. He tugged at MC's arm. "Get up, now!"

MC struggled to put down the guitar whilst Sebastian was holding her so tightly, but he refused to let her go, his fingers clamped in a vice like grip. Adam took the guitar and then Sebastian hauled her up, dragging her out away from him.

"What are you doing?!" She cried. She tried to resist his pull, but he just tugged her harder. "Sebastian!"

She looked at Adam who was reaching out for her other hand. "I'm so sorry," she said, her eyes soft as she looked at him.

Sebastian's stomach churned with jealous rage and he clenched his teeth.

Adam frowned. "I thought you said you didn't have a boyfriend," he said. His eyes hardened as he looked at Sebastian.

MC shook her head. "I don't, but..."

Sebastian seized on that word. But what?

"...I'm so sorry," she finished.

He threw Adam a warning look to back off and began to head for the nearest exit, dragging MC along beside him. She tried to pull her arm free, and kept glancing back towards Adam, but Sebastian just wanted to get her out of there, away from Adam, away from all the eyes in the room that were now watching the drama unfold.

Sebastian didn't even try to seek out Ominis and the others. He knew all he would see was them with their heads in their hands. Oh look, Sebastian had spat his dummy out again. Fuck it! Right now, all he could see was red. And all he wanted was her, with him, and him alone.

....*....

Anger. That was her first reaction. How dare Sebastian drag her bodily out of the pub like that, and in front of everyone too! She had struggled as much as she could against his iron grip on her arm, but she hadn't wanted to create even more of a scene than they already were, so she let him take her outside.

Embarrassment. Oh, there was plenty of that! For one, she was fairly certain that she had been about to let Adam McNeil kiss her, and guilty shame flooded through her. Sebastian would have seen! Everyone could see. Inwardly, she was cringing.

Outwardly, she was firing daggers with her eyes as Sebastian dragged her across the cobbled street and down a path. He was the most insufferable prick sometimes! She yanked against his grip again, his fingers biting viciously into her muscle. This was going to bruise.

"Let me go," she demanded.

He looked at her. "No."

They carried on walking, her feet stumbling a little to keep up with his pace. "You're so bloody rude," she snapped. "How could you do that?"

"He was touching you," he said. Simple, controlled, matter of fact. "I didn't like it."

"Oh, you didn't like it?" She scoffed. She fumbled for her wand. "Well, I don't like this, so let me go!"

She thrust her wand up under his chin, pressing it against his flesh. He halted but didn't let her go. His eyes slid to hers. "I'd think very carefully about your next move, MC," he said. His words, spoken so silky smooth and dark, it sent a shiver down her spine. Her lips parted, her eyes locked with his.

No. She was mad at him, she couldn't let him distract her. She pressed her wand in to his neck a little more. "Like you did back there? Did you even think about it? Yanking me from Adam's lap like that! How dare you! You ought to go back and apologise for such roguish behaviour."

He scoffed. "Not fucking likely," he said. He leant in close, pushing his own neck against her wand, his skin becoming white and taut under the pressure. Her hand trembled a little. His eyes burned into hers. "He put his hands on you, MC. It was unacceptable."

"Unacceptable to whom, Sebastian?" She frowned. "Isn't it up to me who puts their hands on me?"

He swallowed, her wand jolting under the movement. That had to be seriously uncomfortable, but he didn't move back nor push her hand away. "Is that what you really wanted then? You wanted him to touch you. Looked like I interrupted a kiss too, how romantic of him, snogging you over his guitar."

Jealous prick! Inside she was pissed off at him, but also, quivering with delicious want. The balance was swinging madly and it was making her dizzy. He had no bloody right looking so attractive whilst pissing her off!

She couldn't resist the urge to niggle at him, rile him up, push him...to what end she had no idea. "It was rather romantic, at least I thought so. He had such gentle hands."

Sebastian's nostrils flared and his eyes raged. He stared at her, a war going on behind his gaze. Then he finally shoved her wand away from his neck, his hand released her arm and he turned away. He raked his hands through his hair and began to pace. He let out a frustrated growl through his teeth.

"So, one minute you're wriggling around on my lap...and don't pretend you have no idea what I'm talking about," he said giving her a look. "And then the next, you are off in the corner trying to snog the lead singer of the band. What are you playing at?"

She gaped. "Just what are you suggesting, Sebastian?"

"Not suggesting, asking," he said. "Are you deliberately trying to wind me up?"

"How is this suddenly all about you?" She cried. "I thought we were having a lovely evening, then you got all sulky and pissy, disappeared for a while, and then storm back to rip me so rudely away from Adam, and drag me bodily out of the pub! If anyone deserves to be cross here, it's me!"

"And if I hadn't pulled you off him? What then?" He demanded. "Would you have kissed him? Gone home with him?"

"I...I don't know!" She cried. "I didn't plan any of this, I was just enjoying my evening."

He looked crestfallen for a moment, before turning away, pushing his hand through his hair. "You really might have left with him?" He asked quietly. His voice dropped even lower and, if she had heard him correctly, his next words chilled her. "You would have left me."

"I wouldn't have gone home with him." She said. She had been about to tell Adam that she had feelings for someone else after all, she really hadn't planned on going anywhere with him.

He rubbed the back of his head with his hand and began to pace again. "You would have kissed him though, wouldn't you?"

She lowered her gaze to the path, suspecting he might be right on that front. Why should she feel so guilty? Why were they arguing about this? They weren't even a couple.

"Are you jealous?" She asked. Clearly, he was jealous, but would he admit it.

He stopped pacing and clenched his hands into fists. He gave her a sideways look. "Do you want me to be?"

She rolled her eyes. "For fuck sake, Sebastian, does everything have to be a game to you? Just answer the question. Are you jealous?"

His mouth tightened. She took a step towards him. "Yes or no? Shall I go back there, see if he fancies another try? I might let him."

"You will not," he hissed. He took hold of her upper arms. "You're not going anywhere."

"Going to stop me are you?" She taunted. Her pulse fluttered hotly, blood thrumming with whiskey and fire. "Now, why would you do that?"

"Because..." He stopped, lips clamping shut.

"Yes?" She leaned in towards him. He stared, wide eyed as she got closer and closer. His fingers were fisted in the sleeves of her blouse, but his arms bent as she invaded his space.

Her anger had shifted, twisting into fierce need. Adam didn't seem so important anymore. It was just Sebastian and her, alone on this little pathway in the dusky shadows of Hogsmeade.

He was so beautiful, she loved that face, had seen him go through all sorts of emotions with those eyes that she could drown in. She had pulled him through hurts, trauma, had fought beside him, cried in his arms. How could he ever think that she would leave him?

"I would never leave you, you know," she said, softly. His eyes flickered with a devastating flash of vulnerability. "Never."

"You should," he rasped. His breaths were coming quicker, more harried. "Why would you want someone as fucked up as me, when you could have someone like Adam?"

The broken sound of his voice crushed her.

"I don't want Adam," she whispered.

His eyes locked on hers. She put her wand away and took his face in her hands. "I want you."

His breathing faltered. "What?"

....*....

He had heard her right, hadn't he? He just stared at her, blankly, his mind empty of all thoughts and he scrambled to gather them.

Her hands, capable of such beauty and terror, were holding his face. The pads of her thumbs swept over his cheeks and his lungs screamed for him to draw a breath.

She wanted him.

Words were useless. They wouldn't come at his call, so he just pulled her closer, closing the gap, and claimed her lips with his own. At the first touch of her softness he knew he never wanted it to stop. He just held his lips there, unmoving, freeze framing this moment because he never wanted to forget it.

Her hands slid down his face, finger tips like searing torture as she smoothed them up behind his ears and into his hair. She broke contact with his lips to draw a breath and kissed him again, expelling the breath as a moan.

That's when he lost control of any restraint he may have been clinging on to. His mouth devoured her, stealing every gasp and moan she uttered as he swirled his tongue hungrily between her parted lips. His hands were swift, greedy, as they skimmed her hips, sliding around to grab her arse in those tight little trousers.

Oh, fuck, he throbbed with desperate need, his hips seeking hers as his hands pressed against peachy softness. Somewhere, in the back of his filthy mind, he was aware they were on a public path. He shuffled her backwards, unwilling to stop kissing her mouth, and pressed her up against a rough stone wall.

"Sebastian," she panted. Her fingers pulled at his hair, the tug sharp but highly arousing.

"Tell me again," he demanded. He nipped and licked along her jaw, burying his nose against her neck to breathe in her scent. He was dizzy with it, completely lost. His. And only his. "Tell me you want me."

His breaths guttered and a low moan slid from him as she rolled her hips seductively against him. "I want you," she sighed. "Please..."

He gripped her hips, forehead pressed to hers, staring down to where she was grinding against him. His cock was so hard, so fucking hot for her, that it was almost painful. "Let me fuck you," he begged. "Fuck..."

She was tugging at his vest, popping the buttons and then working on his shirt, as it opened she dragged her finger nails down his chest and he squeezed his eyes shut, clinging on to a semblance of control. He did not want to shoot his load too soon.

He growled through gritted teeth and pulled at the buttons of her trousers, opening them enough to get his hand in. "Oh, my..."

She was soaked, her underwear clinging to her damp flesh. His finger tips slid luxuriously through heavenly slick folds and he thought he might die. Delicious little mewls came from her lips as he boldly pressed two fingers into her, groaning at the soft heat of her tight walls. Now his cock was positively dripping with need to get in there.

He had once imagined the first time he would take her. He had the whole scene played out in his head, how he would light those little floating candles that she loved. Have a fire roaring in the grate and slowly kiss every inch of her.

This, this was nothing like that. But fuck, was it good.

He shoved her trousers roughly downwards, yanking one of her legs free of them, he lifted that gloriously bare leg and resumed his finger play, seeking out that perfect little nub. Her hips flexed and her finger nails bit like tiny teeth as she rutted against his hand.

He bit her lower lip, sucking it gently and tasting blood. "Does it feel good?" He asked. She nodded, dragging in her breaths. He pumped two fingers into her, his thumb dragging lazily over her clit. "Then tell me, tell me how you like it, and I'll give you more."

Her moan was sinful and he bent to suck at her neck, tasting her.

"More...Seb...please," she whimpered. "So good..."

He rubbed tighter, faster circles and she whined, a string of little cries left her and then she was cumming, clenching and bucking. She was fucking perfect and he wanted it all.

Not even waiting for her to calm down, he hosted her legs up and around him, lined himself up and slid his aching cock into her clenching, soaked pussy.

He had to take a few seconds to clear the haze of lust that clouded his vision, her hot tightness sucking him deeper until he thought he might pass out. Her hands were clutching at his shirt and vest that were hanging loosely from his shoulders, her mouth gulping, overwhelmed and shocked at how quickly he had done it.

"You feel amazing," he groaned. He adjusted his grip, one arm taking the weight of her pelvis, the other braced against the wall and he began to thrust.

Oh gods! His eyes rolled and his teeth clenched. He couldn't hold back. He was going to have some apologies to make after this, but he couldn't help it. She had driven him so wild that he was spinning out of control, fucking her so tight and hard she had to throw out a hand against the wall to brace herself.

"I'm...sorry," he panted. "Am I...hurting you?"

She gripped the back of his head. "Don't you dare stop," she said, through gritted teeth. "I want it...give me all of it."

Fucking hell! It was hot, it was fast and stars exploded behind his eyelids as his cock finally let go, throbbing deliciously as he pumped her full of himself.

He was breathing hard, so happy, so overwhelmed. He took her face in his hands, could feel her trembling against him.

"I love you, MC," he said fiercely. "You're mine, all mine, and I am never letting you go."

"Promise?" She whispered. She put her hands over his, her eyes glittering with tears. "Promise me you'll never let me go."

"I Promise," he said. "And you know me, I never go back on my word."

She looked up at him and his heart swelled to almost bursting point. "I do know you," she said. "And I love you and I'm going to make you a promise too. I will never leave you, Seb. I physically couldn't do it. I wouldn't be able to breathe."

He held her, tight, eyes closed, savouring everything about this moment. She was his, and he was hers, and it was no longer just in his head. It was real.

#hogwarts legacy fanfic #sebastian sallow #mc x sebastian sallow #sebastian sallow fanfiction #sebastian sallow smut #blueraineshadows

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demonlovingsheep · 9 months

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An MC who is addicted in helping the brothers maintaining their horns, wings, and tail. Why? Cause :

You have such a huge area on Lucifer’s wings and plucking out the old feathers until their all gone is so satisfying. It’s like plucking white hair from your older relatives, except you don’t even get paid a nickel for each cause this is a volunteer service. Maybe the first or second time, but after Mammon saw you get rich, he was offering Lucifer to groom his wings before you and stealing your job 😡.

MC “MAMMON FACK OFF, THIS IS MY JOB I’M BROKE.”

Mammon “WELL I’M BROKER”

Mc “AND WHO’S FAULT IS THAT?!?!”

Lucifer got annoyed at this and stopped paying entirely. You gave Mammon the silent treatment after that and he begged you to forgive him, which you did eventually.

Mammon’s wings are leathery. Maybe use a lint roller to roll all the dust and stuff off. The sound is nice too. You also can’t help running your finger over the boney parts up to his back, which he will flinch and get fluster.

Mammon “Wha-what are you doing? S-s-stop!

MC: I’m taking the elevator up to get closer to your heart 😘

Mammon *turning red like a tomato* “S-Sh-Shuddap dummy.”

Levi’s tail is like removing dried paint from the wall. If you never seen a snake owner holding onto the snake while it moves to shed, you are missing out.

MC “Levi, your tail is awesome, beautiful, gorgeous, majestic, long, sexy, and….looks tasty. *Chomps*

Levi *jumps from his chair and howls, then he died*

Satan’s bones tail often has gunk between the cracks. You use a tweezer to remove them section by section and marvel at the pile your able to remove.

Satan “MC, don’t go too deep, you’ll touch the nerves and it’ll hurt a little. I’m sure there is nothing there anyways.

MC “No no, just give me a moment. I’m sure there is something in here, I needa- *pulls out a huge chunk of dusk gunk* holy hell.

Satan 😳 “Oh my tail is a bit more flexible now. So that’s the reason why.”

MC *happy cause the pile of gunk got bigger*

Asmo is the same with Mammon. However his wings smell nicer and you marvel at how his wings connects to his back. Not something you see often and you wonder if his wing muscles are stronger since his wings are small in proportion to his body but he can still fly.

MC “Asmo, your wings are smaller than Lucifer’s but it looks a bit small in comparison to your size. How do you fly?”

Asmo: Because everyone loves me darling. And their love powers me and is able to carry me off. Oh ain’t I just the prettiest being of the world ❤️!”

Your eyes was about to roll to the back of your head.

Beel’s translucent wing makes u put a hand under it while you wipe it with a towel on the other side. You were kinda playing with it’s characteristics, tracing the lines that runs through it with your finger. He finds it very ticklish but thinks your adorable.

MC “You know, in the Human world there is a thing called palm reading. It’s where you can predict all sorts of things like when you’ll get married, your luck, you longevity, and everything by the lines on your hand.”

Beel “Really? Well I sure hope that there is a line on my wing that means we will be together forever” *smiles happily*

MC *wraps arm around Beel’s neck, nuzzling him* “You don’t need a line to tell you that. I love you and will be there forever!”

Lemme grab that floof at the end of ur tail dammit. Belphegor’s tail is like a cat’s toy and you can’t resist just targeting that floof, oohh that floof. And you will take care of it as if it’s a small fluffy animal. You will bath it, blow dry it, brush it, and top it off with a bow tie. Finally you give it a kiss and this whole dam time Belphegor is getting jealous of his own tail LMAO.

Belphie “MC, give me more attention up here.” *pouts*

MC “No! I want to spend more time with Luna.” *Rubs face against fluff*

Belphie “Luna? You named my tail? What about Belphie? He needs attention too. *Lifts tail away from your hand*

MC “NOO GIMME BACK LUNA U MONSTER!”

Belphie: >:(

*I thought this would be a short post but as I started to write, it just keep going, holy.

#obey me #obey me shall we date #obey me belphegor #obey me mammon #obey me belphie #obey me leviathan #obey me lucifer #obey me asmodeus #obey me beelzebub #obey me satan #obey me crack #post after midnight be like #I was just going and going #hell there wasn’t even suppose to be quoted and stuff.#obey me headcannons #tails horns and wings #Levi isn’t dead yet

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devildom-moss · 10 months

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Hello, could you write a scenario for Diavolo and a chubby f!mc who's really shy and self conscious, in which he helps her be more confident, specially in bed. Thank you and have a good day/night!

Thank you for the request. I'm sorry this took way longer than I hoped. But, it is relatively long. I got too into the plot, but I hope you enjoy it nonetheless. I tried.

Diavolo giving chubby f!mc a confidence boost

(Diavolo x f!MC)

(NSFW) (NSFW tags: slightly sub!Diavolo, afab!MC, begging, praise, oral - receiving, multiple orgasm, face riding, overstimulation, mild foodplay why do I keep doing this to him??) (other stuff: plot heavy!, "my love" used on MC, negative body image and low self-esteem, food guilt mentions)

Word Count: +4,300

Diavolo had brought you to another fancy party. One of the nobles from out of town had invited him to a massive resort; they also provided a hotel room for each guest and their plus one – should they decide to bring someone. Diavolo was determined to whisk you away and ensure that you enjoyed your time with him. He even bought you an outfit prior to your trip. It was gorgeous (perhaps because Barbatos and Asmo had assisted him with procuring an outfit complete with accessories). Although the outfit was primarily black, there were hints of your current favorite (chromatic) color in some of the details. Diavolo had put so much thought into this.

So, you were disappointed in yourself when you changed and stared, dejected, into the mirror. Everything fit perfectly, but when you looked at yourself, it felt like maybe you didn’t fit them properly. It was too late to get another outfit, so you would have to stomach (poor wording – you didn’t really want to think about your stomach) walking into the party while feeling like this.

You let out a shaky breath and firmly placed a (figurative) mask on – this, too, fit you perfectly. So much so that Diavolo beamed cluelessly at you when you stepped out of the hotel room.

“You are stunning.” Diavolo grinned and pulled you against him by your hips. His hands were wandering lower than they should have in that hotel hallway, but Barbatos wasn’t there, and you indulged his eager hands while no one was around to see you two. It gave you a moment to stare at him in all his glory. He was so handsome, and his suit accentuated his broad chest and shoulders. You couldn’t admit it to his face, but the thought of getting him out of that suit slipped into your mind and eased some of the anxiety you were feeling.

When Diavolo finally let you out of his grasp, you told him, “You look even more stunning.”

“Impossible!” Diavolo protested. Still, he was happy you liked how he looked. He locked the door behind you and carried his grin all the way downstairs to the venue.

You noticed that Diavolo was turning heads with his presence – which wasn’t surprising. How sad and insignificant you must seem standing next to him. Eventually, he found the host of the party and greeted them. A small circle of nobles – the kind whose centuries of age came out in their mannerisms and ideology – who practically screamed “bitter old man” – surrounded you both.

One of them, who was particularly distasteful already, added to his poor first impression when he whistled at one of the incubus girls at the party. He leaned into Diavolo and said, “What a body on that one. She’s almost as sexy as Maddi. Speaking of Maddi, wasn’t she chasing after you for decades? You get attention from the most gorgeous witches and demons. What’s your secret?”

He had neglected to add humans into the category of gorgeous people Diavolo attracted. Even coming from a disgusting worm of a demon like this guy, it kind of hurt.

“I don’t know if I would say all that, but I definitely attracted a beautiful lover.” Diavolo smiled at you and held your gaze. “I don’t know how I’m this lucky.”

“Certainly.” The worm-demon waved off Diavolo’s affection for you with a single word spewed from his easy-to-mistake-for-the-ass-end-of-the-body mouth. Quite frankly, Diavolo couldn’t stand the guy, either, so he was eager to get you away from there.

Diavolo pulled you deeper into the party. You had only made it into what could be considered the foyer before you had stopped. The main course was in the following room. Well, actually, this party had skipped the main course and gone straight to dessert.

A sweet smell hit your nose seconds before you walked into the room. It wasn’t a cohesive sweetness, but a mixture of them colliding chaotically. Massive tables were lined with a variety of cakes in slices and small shapes – some more ornate than others. The waiters were wandering the room and tables, offering numerous, gorgeous-looking drinks. Beelzebub would love this – although he would ultimately ruin the party with his bottomless appetite. Asmo would be Devilgramming everything. Luke, Simeon, and Barbatos would probably enjoy this, too – although this was hardly a good environment for Luke. Still, this wasn’t what you were expecting.

“What kind of party is this?” you asked Diavolo.

“One of the executives for Madam Scream’s is celebrating a prosperous first half of the fiscal year. They’re showcasing some of the most popular flavors this year. They’re even offering a first look at next season’s new and limited-edition cake options. It was no easy feat to acquire some of the seasonal ingredients in preparation for tonight’s events. I’ve been looking forward to it for weeks, but I wanted to surprise you.”

You could tell from the outpour of information that Diavolo was excited about this. After all, Madam Scream’s success owed a good deal to Diavolo’s hard work to improve the Devildom (and also Beel’s stomach). It was impossible not to stare at him affectionately as he spoke.

“I was told by the host that they’ll be offering indignation cinnamon pudding cake. Apparently, you have pudding cake in the human world. It’s pudding and a cake in one dessert. Isn’t that delightful? We have to try some.”

You nodded. He looked so happy that you couldn’t focus on anything else – not even how you looked.

Diavolo led you to a secluded table off to the corner and encouraged you to sit while he went on a mission to retrieve the cake. Luckily, the awkwardness of sitting alone in a corner in an outfit you weren’t entirely comfortable in was interrupted by a familiar, grating chuckle.

“Well, if it isn’t my favorite human.”

“Mephisto – my favorite,” you paused and stood to your feet, “I didn’t think this through.”

Mephisto took your hand and placed a kiss on your knuckles playfully. “I suppose you can’t call me your favorite demon while you’re dating the magnificent Lord Diavolo himself.”

“I don’t think you’d let me say that even as a joke,” you teased. Mephisto was one of those people who – once you got to know him – found a way to distract you from whatever you were worrying about. Perhaps because he wasn’t one to sit in silence for long. He always had some conversation starter tucked away in his back pocket.

“I’m a journalist. I can’t just let you lie to my face without fact-checking you.”

“So professional.” You rolled your eyes and pulled out a chair for him, leaving one empty seat for Diavolo between the two of you.

Diavolo returned, and his arms were loaded with different cakes. Mephisto’s eyes widened. “You’re going all in today, my Lord.”

“Absolutely. I’m not passing up an opportunity to try a bunch of cake with my gorgeous lover.” Diavolo placed the cakes on the table with a surprising lack of trouble before he placed a kiss on your cheek. “Have you tried any of the cake yet, Mephisto?”

“Yes, my Lord. The best so far was a Demonus cheesecake. It was coated in a chocolate Demonus glaze – absolutely divine. You could tell they weren’t using the cheap stuff, either.”

“I don’t think I grabbed that one yet. I’ll have to try it, but first,” Diavolo paused to place a forkful of the pudding cake he was so excited about in front of your face, “say ‘ah’ please, my love.”

You complied. Sweetness hit your tongue, and with it, a sharp sting of shame. It was so easy to indulge Diavolo that you were letting him feed you cake in public – right in front of Mephisto, no less. And there was so much cake there. You covered your mouth as you chewed. It felt as if multiple demon nobles were staring at you.

“How is it?” Diavolo asked.

“It’s good,” you answered unenthusiastically.

Diavolo shrugged it off as a personal preference and took a bite for himself. “Good? This is amazing! I must ask Barbatos to try to recreate this back at the castle.”

“Go ahead and eat the rest, then.”

“Are you sure?”

“You looked so happy after that first bite; of course, I’m sure.” Diavolo didn’t hesitate to take another bite. And another.

“MC,” Mephisto chimed in, sliding a light blue cake towards you as Diavolo enjoyed his pudding cake. “Try this one: blue hell rose milk tea tiramisu. I’m sure you’ll love it.”

“No, thank you.” You sensed even more judgmental eyes on you.

Diavolo pulled a glossy apple-shaped cake towards him and cut into it with a fork, revealing layers of spiced cake, caramelized apples, and mousse with vanilla bean specks. He brought the cake up to your lips as he had before. This time, you denied him.

“I’m not a fan of apples,” you lied.

Diavolo looked dejected and put the fork down. He grabbed another piece of cake and used the spare fork to bring this one to your lips. “What about this one? It’s black salted caramel cake topped with rainbow toffee bits. Isn’t that whimsical?”

You could hardly hear him through the feeling of demons staring at you. Something just snapped.

“I don’t want the damn cake!” you raised your voice and shot out of your seat. Mephisto and Diavolo stared at you, shocked and concerned. Embarrassed, you apologized and rushed out of the party and back to your and Diavolo’s shared room.

Diavolo stood up to go after you.

“Are you sure you want to leave, too? Maybe you should give her a chance to calm down before you intrude,” Mephisto offered his unsolicited advice.

“I have to go.”

“You don’t have to.”

“No, I have to. She didn’t get the key from me.” Diavolo held out the room key for Mephisto to see and walked away. Before he left the venue, he quickly grabbed a slice of the cheesecake Mephisto had recommended. He spoke to himself: “I’m just going to bring this with me.”

Besides, he was the prince of the Devildom. Even if he wasn’t supposed to take the cake upstairs, who was going to stop him?

Diavolo found you sitting in front of the room with your head buried in your arms. He kneeled down next to you.

“Hey, my love,” he called out before he placed a firm hand on your shoulder, so worried that he’d frighten you if he just touched you without you knowing he was there.

“Can you please just open the door?” you asked without lifting your head. This was so embarrassing.

He unlocked the door, but you didn’t move. You didn’t want to look at him; you must seem so ridiculous. You imagined the confusion and pity in his eyes as he was staring down at you. Maybe he was regretting even bringing you along. He could have gone with anyone else and enjoyed his time and his cake without you being self-conscious and ruining his night.

“You can go back to the party.” Maybe Diavolo could salvage a bit of his night if he left you to sulk and feel bad about yourself from the comfort of your hotel room.

“I did all the mingling I needed to do. I’d like to stay – if you’ll let me.” When you looked up, Diavolo was offering you his free hand. You took his hand, and that was all he needed.

Once the door was shut, Diavolo sat down on the bed, placing his cheesecake on the coffee table nearby. He pat the spot next to him. “MC, what happened? Do you suddenly hate cake?”

“I didn’t want to eat the cake. I know some of those nobles were looking at me. If I ate the cake, they were going to think, ‘oh of course. That’s how she got like that. No wonder she doesn’t have a nice body like that incubus or like Maddi.’ It’s humiliating. And this outfit doesn’t help. I feel so exposed.”

Diavolo’s heart broke. You could see it in his eyes. His face was stern as he told you, “Your body is divine.”

“You have to think that. You already like me.”

“Does my opinion not matter?” He sounded so hurt.

“It does, but it’s not enough to feel confident when I step into a room. And it’s not enough to change my opinion.”

“You know, most demons won’t compliment you because no one would dare admit how gorgeous you are in front of me. Believe me, I’m not the only one who lusts after your body.”

Diavolo kissed your hand – his eyes burning. He kissed up your arm. “Mephisto relayed some of their comments in the past – he actually recorded them because he was too ashamed to repeat them. Would you like to know what they’ve said?”

Diavolo’s hot breath hit your neck, and you shivered. You didn’t believe that any random demon – especially not the types Mephisto typically associated with – would look at you like that. Part of you was curious, but Diavolo refused to wait for your curiosity to get the better of you. He straddled your lap, and leaned over you so he could whisper in your ear.

“‘I would let her crush me with those thighs just to get between them for a minute.’” Diavolo repeated the words of another demon so seductively. He continued with a mischievous smirk, “‘she could try to asphyxiate me with my tail, and I’d still try to smash.’ Even more depraved: ‘I would let her break off my horns and fuck me with them just to eat her out.’”

You shook your head. “Perverts.”

“They are demons after all.” Diavolo pulled back and stared down at you. “I know it won’t fix everything, but let me show you how beautiful you are to me.”

“I don’t know. I have a lot I need to work on before I feel confident.”

“Please?” Diavolo begged. “Please. I want you so bad that I’m having trouble controlling myself.”

The realization hit. The dirty thoughts he had just repeated weren’t unlike the thoughts running through his own head. He started kissing your neck. With a low growl, his hot breath grazed your skin before he slowly sank to his knees and stared up at you, eyes pleading.

“Please, let me make you feel good.” The need in Diavolo’s eyes made the breath catch in your throat. You wanted him almost as much as he craved you – and the firm rubbing of his hands up and down your thighs wasn’t making you any less desperate for him.

“Can we dim the lights at least?” He could at least do you the favor of giving you something to hide behind.

“Please don’t make me. I want to see every inch of you clearly while I do this.” The affection in his voice was thick and heavy. You couldn’t deny him, even if you were nervous. Diavolo kissed up your clothed thighs. Even through the fabric, you could feel the warmth of his breath. Both of his hands squeezed the tops of your thighs. “Can I? Please?”

“Yes,” you agreed, swallowing any hesitation for him.

Diavolo rose and made quick work of stripping you down to your underwear (which had, fortunately for him, been picked out by Asmo). You looked so sexy. Diavolo took a minute to admire you. It made you feel anxious – as if he was appraising you. However, considering how much the sight of you turned him on, this was less appraisal and more awe. A content sigh left his lips before he leaned in, his body pressed against your chest. He quickly unhooked your bra, sliding one strap off your shoulder with his hand and pulling the other one down with his teeth.

Your shyness resurfaced, and you held the bra to your body, creating a larger space between you and Diavolo. He pouted and gently touched your forearm.

“Please don’t hide. I want to see all of your body.”

“Even if they aren’t –”

Diavolo didn’t even let you finish your sentence before his hands were on either side of your face and his lips were on yours. Despite his desperation, Diavolo made an effort to make the kiss gentle and slow. When he pulled away, you were so pacified that he got in the next words. “My love, they’re tits – your tits. I’m going to love them regardless. So, please show me.”

You hesitated, and Diavolo sighed. He removed his jacket and tie, tossing them on the floor, before he started to unbutton his shirt. “I’ll show you mine, if you show me yours.”

“That’s hardly fair.” You held the fabric closer to your body. Diavolo was gorgeous and built.

“That’s true. You’re so much sexier when you’re shirtless than I am, but if showing you my body distracts you enough to let me see all of you, then I’m happy to feel like your eye candy for a bit. Besides, if you let me continue, I should probably be shirtless anyway. I want to make a mess of you.”

Maybe seeing how muscular Diavolo was didn’t help your self-esteem right now, but between his eagerness and that sexy offer, your horniness was winning. You put your arms down. Diavolo grinned.

“Thank you.” Diavolo repeated his gratitude between kisses down your sternum. He removed the bra completely and tossed it aside. “Fuck, you’re gorgeous.”

Diavolo nuzzled against you briefly before his tongue found one of your nipples. He swirled his tongue around you and sucked gently, savoring every reaction. You were so pretty like this that he could hardly wait to skip to dessert. The shiver up your spine felt contradictory to the heat of his mouth on you. Your hands snaked into his hair, scratching his scalp gently and earning a sweet moan against your skin. Diavolo swirled his tongue around you gently once more before he slowly pulled away. Teasingly, he blew on your saliva coated nipple. The gasp he pulled out of you was intoxicating.

He continued to kiss down your body as he slid back on his knees. As his hands busied themselves by massaging your thighs, Diavolo gently bit some of the fat on your stomach.

“Don’t,” you whined. The pleasure he was giving you still fought with your insecurity. “It’s embarrassing.”

Diavolo stared up at you in confusion, “why?”

“I have rolls, and you biting them only makes me more aware of them.”

“Most people have rolls. I have rolls, too. See, when I lean into you,” Diavolo made a point to get so close between your legs that his lips were practically touching the fabric of your panties as he spoke, “I have them too.”

You could only see them slightly from that angle – not to mention how hard it was to even think straight with his hot breath so close to you.

“I love your body – so much. Can’t you let your adoring boyfriend kiss and bite your stomach a little bit? It’s so cute and soft.” Those sad, pleading eyes had returned.

Damn this man. He could get away with anything. You nodded, and with a smile, Diavolo placed a kiss on your stomach. He then lowered himself back between your legs. As much as he wanted to dig in, he couldn’t resist marking up those thick thighs he adored so much. Occasionally, as he had done before, when Diavolo pulled away from your skin, he would blow on the residual saliva.

With your thighs marked to both of your satisfaction, Diavolo wanted to give you what he knew you were craving. He noticed the wet spot forming on the fabric. Although he wouldn’t admit it to avoid embarrassing you further, Diavolo could even smell your arousal – and it only made him want you more. He looked up at you with those puppy-dog eyes again and begged, “can I, please?”

You nodded, but that wasn’t enough for him.

“Tell me what you want from me. You can even be a little bossy about it.” Diavolo smiled shyly. He was so cute, you wanted to indulge him as much as you wanted him to indulge you.

“Eat me out, Diavolo,” you demanded, snaking your hand into his hair and gently tugging his head back so he was staring up at you. A small surge of power and confidence jolted through you.

Diavolo grinned and sighed contentedly. “You are so fucking hot.”

Diavolo used his teeth to drag your panties down to your knees before pulling them off with his hands. You could feel the urgency as they slid down your calves. Diavolo licked his lips – the only sign of admiration his desperate lust would afford him.

Wet noises filled the room as he alternated between gently licking your clit and lapping up your juices – occasionally twisting his tongue into you. He felt so good that you couldn’t resist grinding into him, which only made him chuckle – sending vibrations against you. He loved knowing that he was making you feel good. Diavolo flicked his tongue over you. Panting, eyes squeezed tight, and nearing your climax, your hands found Diavolo’s hair. You pulled him closer.

“You taste so good. Cum on my tongue, please,” Diavolo begged while licking you. “Use me.”

The waves of pleasure overcame you, and the way Diavolo’s eyes darted up to stare at you – clouded with lust and affection – pushed you over the edge. You fell back against the bed, biting your lip to muffle your moaning.

You expected Diavolo to stop, but he kept going with the same eagerness as before. It wasn’t long before you were writhing. Your back arched off the bed slightly as that attentive tongue of his pushed you into your second orgasm. This time, you couldn’t stifle your moans. Still, Diavolo didn’t stop. You whimpered and pulled on his hair – less gently this time.

“Wait,” you demanded. “It’s too much.”

A low growl emitted from Diavolo’s lips as he reluctantly pulled away. He could have stayed between your legs for hours. His disappointment was short-lived as he remembered something.

“Can you indulge me a bit more?” Diavolo rested his cheek against your thigh and stared up at you. “Pretty please?”

“How so?” You narrowed your eyes.

Diavolo stood up and grabbed the cake. Confused, you watched him lay down in bed on his back and set the plate of cake on his stomach. You weren’t getting it, and when you didn’t move from your spot at the edge of the bed, Diavolo sat up slightly on his elbows, still balancing the cake on his abdomen. He looked at you coyly before admitting, “I want you to sit on my face. Let me eat you out while you eat this cake, please?”

You were worried and hesitant, but he begged so well. No one else could make the prince of the Devildom beg like you.

“Mephisto said it was divine. Just enjoy your dessert while I enjoy mine.”

You really couldn’t deny him. And you weren’t as sensitive as you were a minute ago.

You got up and positioned yourself over Diavolo, nervously. He thanked you and pulled you closer by the thighs, bringing his lips right up to your pussy.

“I want to make you feel good, so don’t you dare hover.” For once, Diavolo was making demands of his own instead of begging you. But with how good his mouth felt, you couldn’t fault him for being pushy.

Somehow, the fork had stayed on the plate with the cake even with Diavolo’s movements. You took a small bite, savoring the taste. This time, when the sweetness hit your tongue, there was no guilt or shame to accompany it. It was all pleasure. Mephisto was right; the cake was delicious. But if he wanted divine, he should try it while getting eaten out. You rolled your hips against Diavolo’s face, and you could feel him smile against you. Gently, Diavolo drew a heart on the side of your thigh, his nail dragging slowly along your skin.

He was being so good to you that you wanted to reward him somehow. You swiped two fingers along the top of the cheesecake, coating your hands in the silky chocolate Demonus glaze. You drew a heart on Diavolo’s abs and leaned over to lick it off him, earning a deep moan that shook you to your core.

You managed another two bites before Diavolo pushed you over the edge again. Your legs were trembling, and you could hardly sit up anymore. Yet again, Diavolo didn’t stop. You were starting to feel overstimulated again.

“Diavolo,” you cautioned him breathlessly.

“Please, just one more?” Diavolo’s sweet pleas reverberated against you.

It felt too good. You couldn’t even lift the fork to your lips to try to eat, so you pushed the cake aside on the bed. As he inched you closer and closer, all you could do was lean over with your chest flush against him. You were so close to the massive bulge in his pants. Maybe you couldn’t even sit up, but you could reward some of Diavolo’s hard work. You rubbed his crotch, feeling how hard he was just from eating you out. His grip on your thighs tightened enthusiastically.

Your moaning hit a fever pitch as Diavolo made you cum once more. With any luck, your neighbors were still down at the party. Left a panting, twitching mess, you barely had the energy to move. While you tried to regain some strength, Diavolo gently licked you clean – sending aftershocks of pleasure up your already spent body. By the time he finished, you could hardly roll over and collapse on the bed next to him.

Pleased with his work, Diavolo chuckled and crawled over you. He kissed you so you could taste yourself on his lips. The taste of the cake was still in your mouth. When Diavolo pulled back he smiled at you. “Somehow, I still prefer your cake to anything else I’ve eaten all night.”

You were too exhausted to roll your eyes. Diavolo laid next to you and held your hand, rubbing circles over your knuckles.

“You are so beautiful.” He caressed your face.

At least for right now, you believed him.

#anon #ask #requests #f!mc #diavolo #spice tier #fem!mc #obey me #diavolo smut #obey me diavolo #diavolo x reader #diavolo x mc #can anyone tell by now how much I love to cook just by how often I include really specific food in my fic #now to see if I can write all of Mammon's june fic at the last minute #Also sorry to complain in the tags but writing smut is so difficult when bad brain kills any horniness you can harvest for a week

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ashisgreedy · 10 months

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Garreth Weasley x F!MC

“I Like Men On Their Knees~"

AN: This was an anonymous request. And for Weasley Wednesday’s Theme: Drunk.

WC: 2, 800

Oneshot

Party turns to kissing, trying and failing to make it back to the dorms for more private times.

The beat of the song thrummed deep in her chest. Her body was hot and sticky but her hips kept swaying to the music. She smiled when the chorus hit and everyone screamed the familiar lyrics at the top of their lungs.

The Slytherin common room was filled with students from every house, dancing or huddling together in cliques as the music filled the room and beyond. It was dark as colorful lasers and disco orbs floated in the air and flashed to the beat of the song.

Garreth's hand rested on MC’s lower stomach as he stood behind her swaying and laughing at her ridiculously dramatic shimmy. They both had a drink in one hand that sloshed and splashed on the ground as they danced to the rhythm. Garreth’s lips often found MC’s neck or shoulder, kissing her head and her ear.

MC had one arm up as she danced and reached it back to her boyfriend. She slid her fingers into his curls and tugged on his red hair, pulling him into a searing kiss. He pulled back after a moment and looked at her longingly, the laser show reflecting in his forest green eyes. The kiss took them out of the rhythm of the dance as they stood there eyeing one another.

She took a swig of her drink, some pink concoction of multitudes of liquor and mixers someone mixed up in a large cauldron and served with a ladle. Garreth smiled and pulled her arm, guiding her to the couch that had recently been abandoned by students that rushed up to dance the moment the song changed. Garreth pulled his girlfriend onto his lap on the posh couch, setting his drink off to the side.

"You're gorgeous!" He spoke loudly in her ear over the pulsing music.

His fingertips gently slid up her thighs as he gazed into her eyes, rucking up her skirt slightly.

MC smirked and kissed the corner of his mouth. “Thank you!” She yelled back.

"You missed!" Garreth teased, hands finding her backside and pulling her closer to him. His fingers dug into the fabric of her skirt as their lips met in a fierce kiss.

She reached her arm out and set her cup down on the nearest empty surface. Her hands slid up his chest, finding the collar of his shirt and tugging until his back came off the couch. MC could feel the vibration of his moan against her lips but the music drowned out the noise.

Garreth’s fingertips teased the hem of her skirt while his other hand squeezed her thigh. One song melted into another as they kissed sensually on the couch. It was dark but the damn orbs kept flashing near their bodies, lighting them up periodically. Garreth swatted at one orb that got too close.

“Let’s go somewhere private!” Garreth yelled over the music.

“Yeah,” MC nodded in agreement. Her smile was infectious making the corner of Garreth’s mouth turn up.

He lifted her off his lap easily and stood her up. He kissed the back of her hand and pulled her towards the exit.

The fresh air outside the common room made her sigh in relief. She pushed hair off her sticky forehead and took a deep refreshing breath. The music spilled out into the hall as they walked away from the party.

“My dorm, then?” Garreth asked, winking down at her. Garreth released her hand and wrapped his arm around her waist. His hand rested on her hip as he leaned over and kissed her cheek.

“Yes, that works,” MC let out a light laugh as the couple tried to walk in a straight line down the hall. It didn’t help that they were both several drinks in before the party had even started, pregaming in with the Griffindors while students slowly snuck out. She lost count of how many cauldron drinks she had since most of the liquid spilled out during their dancing anyway.

“Mm,” Garreth kissed the side of her face awkwardly, pulling and redirecting her before they both walked into a wall. “I can’t wait to get those panties off you,” He spoke dreamily as he slurred his words.

“Sorry to disappoint,” She smiled at him. MC wrapped her arm around his waist as they walked, hoping to help their swaying.

It did not.

At least the corridor was empty. Not a soul in sight would be able to judge them in their drunken stooper. MC assumed everyone was either at the party or in their dorms fast asleep at this hour.

“What do you mean?” Garreth looked down at her with glassy eyes. His cheeks were much pinker than usual, almost drowning out his multitude of freckles.

“Well, you see,” She licked her lips, tasting the alcohol and the remnants of her lipgloss. “I’m not wearing any panties.” She whispered in his ear.

Her chest was pressed firmly against the wall. She let out a yelp at the suddenness of her position, head spinning trying to make sense of the movement. A breeze of air moved through her legs as her skirt was lifted from behind. MC pressed her palms into the wall as Garreth’s teeth and tongue made their way up the back of her thigh. His hands pushed until she parted her legs, angling her backside out with his assistance.

He moved up and up hungrily and she knew where his lips would be next. She gasped in the hall, her small moans echoing around the empty corridor. She dug her fingers into the cold stone of the wall, nails scratching as her boyfriend worked her over with his mouth.

Garreth’s satisfied hums accompanied her breathy noises as his tongue lapped at her seam. He kissed and pulled her legs apart and back until he fit nicely between her. His tongue abandoned her pussy in lieu of his new goal.

MC shuttered when her boyfriend's tongue eagerly devoured her hole. She pressed back into his face making him make more happy noises. He kissed and licked until MC was panting.

“So good. Oh, gods…” She moaned as her head dropped, looking down at her spread feet.

“I love this fucking ass.” Garreth groaned against her backside, hands squeezing her cheeks. He knelt behind her licking her entire center, up and down, sucking on her clit. He moved back to his favorite spot and lapped at her asshole like it was the last time he ever could.

The echo of a door shutting down the hall made them freeze. Garreth stood quickly and flipped her skirt back down, covering her body with his in case anyone came their way.

After no follow-up footsteps accompanied the noise, the couple let out a breath. Garreth held her from behind and kept an eye out for a moment longer just to make sure no one was coming.

“Gods,” MC turned in his grasp and cupped Garreth’s face. “Let’s get to the damn dorm already.” She quickly kissed him, pulling away with a wicked smile.

“I can’t wait,” Garreth groaned, allowing MC to pull him by the arm to his dorm.

“You will have to, come on!” MC smiled back at her boyfriend who was still swaying as he walked two steps behind her.

Garreth gave a very slurred password to the fat lady and the two entered into the common room despite the portrait's side-eye at their current inebriated state. No one was around and Garreth grinned as he slid his hand over MC’s ass.

She gave him a knowing look as they made their way to the stairs. Garreth’s hand quickly slipped up her skirt and rubbed her bare ass.

“All mine… soon.” He teased, voice hoarse from the yelling he did at the party and with how late it was getting.

He squeezed and squeezed as they made their way up the endless stairs. As he rubbed and gripped her ass again, his finger dipped purposefully inside her hole.

“Gar!” MC jumped at the intrusion.

He kissed her as she faltered, finger pushing farther inside her ass. He pushed until he was all the way in, rocking his hand to get as deep as possible.

MC held onto the railing as Garreth’s lips moved down to her neck. He cursed and knelt in front of her, pulling her leg up over his shoulder. He fingered her ass while his tongue and mouth ate her relentlessly.

MC held onto the railing and slid her hands into Garreth’s hair, tugging and pulling to keep him in the right spot to continue sucking on her clit.

“Fuck!” She moaned, balancing herself as her feet stood on two different steps.

His finger moved faster, in and out of her hole as his tongue sped up. He latched onto her clit, sucking and licking until MC’s legs shook.

Gasps of his name fell from her lips as her boyfriend ate her pussy to hell and back. She wasn’t sure if it just felt that good, or if the alcohol had a hand in it, but she felt her stomach muscles flex and coil.

“Garreth…” She warned him.

He could not be comfortable kneeling in that position on the stairs, though, he held it longer than she thought he would. Maybe the alcohol had a hand in numbing the pain he must be feeling on his knees as they pressed down with her weight on him. Her leg over his shoulder flexed and Garreth hummed into her cunt. He rubbed himself in his trousers with his free hand, grinding his palm against his bulge.

“Mmm… Oh, you like that?” He smiled, licking her clit and locking eyes with her. She had a grip so tight on his hair it force him to be angled looking upwards. “You like it when I eat your pussy and finger your ass?” He smirked devilishly.

Once his tongue touched back down on her clit again after his little taunt, MC came hard. She arched into his face and Garreth struggled to keep his ministrations up on her clit as she rode out the waves of pleasure.

Slowly, as MC’s grip on his hair loosened, Garreth pulled his finger out of her backside.

“We were… so close…” MC breathed, smiling down at him and his now very messy hair.

“I’m still not done with you.” Garreth stood, kissing her cheek and then her lips.

MC let their tongues touch, moaning at his warm kiss and his tongues dexterity as he slid it over hers.

“Then let's get to your dorm,” She exhaled slowly, placing her hands on his chest to prevent further kissing.

“Come on,” He smiled, pulling her up the stairs.

“Are you sobering up?” She asked, watching Garreth skip a step as he climbed to the next floor which housed his dorm.

“Not in the slightest!” He laughed. “Remind me to drink a bunch of water before I pass out, kay?” He waited for her to catch up and he kissed her forehead.

“Yeah, okay. We both need a gallon if we’re going to fight the hangover.” She swayed walking next to him.

“You know, I’d carry you up the rest of the stairs, but I don’t trust myself not to fall all the way down with you in my arms.” Garreth laughed, grabbing onto the railing before he slipped back off the step.

“I don’t trust you either, at the moment.” MC laughed at him as he found his footing. She assisted, placing her hand on his back and pushing him to move forward.

“Fair enough!” He began taking strides forward again.

When they finally made it to his dorm, Garreth narrowly cheered. “Get in there!” He smiled, smacking her ass as she walked in front of him.

“Very romantic,” She said sarcastically.

“Ah, yes. I shall light a candle for you then?” Garreth smiled as he undid the buttons of his shirt.

MC made her way over to the bed and perched on it, sticking her ass out towards him.

“Now that's romance!” Garreth said as he shucked off his shirt. “You know just what I like,” he added, rushing over to grab her hips.

“Of course, I do. You won't shut up about it.” MC smiles back at him as Garreth grinds himself against her.

“Move up on the bed a bit,” He requests. “Grab the headboard, I want you to stay in this position.”

MC moves up the bed, knees digging into the mattress as she grips the wooden slab.

“Let me see, show me.” Garreth kneels behind her undoing his belt.

She pulls up her skirt and looks back at her red-faced boyfriend. He’s got himself in hand, stroking slowly as he watches. She spreads her legs, pushing out so her ass is closer to him.

“So pretty,” Garreth whispers, sighing with each pump of his hand. “T-touch yourself.”

She knows his bold and demanding nature has a lot to do with the alcohol in his system. But, she does as he asks and runs her fingers up and down her wet slit. She trembled, feeling the evidence of her most recent orgasm.

“Gods… if I was a better man I’d make you beg for it. But, I need it, now.” Garreth groans and bites her ass cheek hard enough to make her squirm.

“Ah! Yes... Leave a mark!” She hisses as Garreth obliges, biting down harder and sucking to make a hickey mark. “Yes!” She encourages.

Garreth lets up and spanks the spot he just left a mark on. His tongue runs along her seam to her asshole again. He slides his tongue in a circular motion and uses his hands to spread her wide.

“Oh, Garreth!” MC moans, resting her head on the wooden headboard.

His hand moves between her cheeks and he slips a digit back inside her ass. His tongue and lips worked around his delving finger, eating all around the tight muscle and fingering her enthusiastically. His pointing finger twists and curls eliciting sweet moans from his girlfriend.

MC moves back and forth, accepting his finger inside her over and over. “Yes, yes!”

Garreth pushes his middle finger inside the entrance of her pussy, fingering both her holes as he licks frantically. Garreth moans against her skin and uses his other hand to jerk himself off.

“I want to fuck you like this soon,” He rasps, licking frantically at her asshole.

MC’s toes curl from the double intrusions and she realizes she's missing a shoe on her left foot. The thought leaves just as quickly as it came when a second finger enters her pussy.

“Don’t stop!” MC begs, panting as her body rocks from the force of his hand.

She reaches down and rubs circles of her clit to add to the stimulation. Garreth’s warm breath on her skin, fingers going deep inside her, and her touching her clit made the world tilt. She let go of the headboard and pushed her face into the pillow, moaning as he kept up his brutal pace.

“Cuming…” She whimpered moments before she was flying, falling, yelling into the pillow as the orgasm rocked her to her core.

Garreth licks and sucks at her hole, fingers pushing and curling as she throbbed on them. He was breathless, moaning into her skin as she rode out aftershocks.

When her orgasm subsided, Garreth let up and removed his hand. He gave her a soft spank while he stroked himself fast. He held onto her hip, jerking himself off as quickly as possible.

“Fuck, fuck fuck, Ah!” Garreth moaned, cuming on her thighs and backside. “Fuck…” He hissed, gripping her hip tight and pumping his hand until he was drained. "MC…"

“Oh my…” MC dropped her body to the bed when his grip on her hip loosened, getting his comforter messy.

Garreth tried to catch his breath, moving to her side and holding her in his arms. He panted into her hair and pulled her body flush against his.

“Don’t be mad if I pass out,” Garreth whispered into her neck, his voice more hoarse than before.

“Water, we need water,” MC responded.

“Mmm…” Garreth cuddled her close. His body heat felt like a furnace as his leg wrapped over hers.

“We’re going to regret it if we fall asleep right now.” MC yawned.

Garreth didn’t respond. Instead, his breathing became even as his arms went slack around her.

MC smiled at her sleeping boyfriend, fixing his red curls until they were out of his face. His lips slightly parted and the muscles in his face relaxed.

MC smiled down at him, kissing the tip of his nose. The lights were still on in the room but that didn't stop her succumbing to another large yawn. The room spun slightly as she closed her eyes to join him in his slumber.

How many public sex fics am I allowed to make before anyone questions me…? : )

Thanks for reading! Masterlist in bio.

#garreth weasley #weasley wednesday #hogwarts legacy #garreth weasley x reader #garreth weasley smut #garreth weasley x mc #mdni

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oceanlipgloss · 3 months

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MEAN

RONOVÉ.

+ warnings: elements of gore and violence, themes of acrotomophilia (mixed with a teaspoon of fluff; squint to taste :P)

+ female mc, feminine pronouns.

Limbs looked better when they were scattered.

He thought they were nice that way, cut off from helpless bodies, bloody on battlefields—but their anguished ex-owners didn't understand, of course, how without them they looked so damn sexy.

God put together his beings out of heads and torsos, arms and legs, hands and feet. Some beings, though, had different perspectives of what they deemed appealing.

He liked pretty things—but he also liked figures ripped free of their limbs. He liked limbs sans hands and feet, hands sans fingers, feet sans toes. A grotesque form of beauty that he creates like a mad scientist, like a lunatic. A loot of colorful meat, a palette of reds, whites and pinks.

But there was someone who somehow still appeared lovely with intact extremities. As in, he thought the appendages complimented her looks. She was beautiful just like she was.

Is pain beauty, or is beauty pain? They say both. True in most cases, but this human was such an exception. There was no need to subject such a sweet soul and its delicate flesh to so much agony in exchange for erotic satisfaction momentary.

In fact, he wanted to take her soft hands in his big ones and let his eyes drink in all their details from behind dark lace—warmth, texture, patterns, bones, fingers, nails. Maybe even paint her nails. He only had black polish in different shades, but that way they'd match. Would be cute. Even nicer to look at, too. He wanted to hold her dainty feet in his palms and study their structure.

He liked pretty things—but he also liked her as is, with that gorgeous face and those nice limbs. And pretty things shouldn't be eliminated, so why would he ever be mean to her like that?

+note: this text from a daily chat was my inspiration. Ronové is a twisted sweetheart who likes cats, and I love him for that. Also, he's hot.

+ MASTERLIST

©𝙤𝙘𝙚𝙖𝙣𝙡𝙞𝙥𝙜𝙡𝙤𝙨𝙨

#whb #what in hell is bad #what in “hell” is bad #whb ronove #the story factory

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cssns · 8 months

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WOW!!!!!! Can you believe it? We're done and it's time for the CSSNS23 Roundup!!!

Before we get started, I need to recognize and thank my team of mods, @winterbaby89 @jrob64 @stahlop and @ultraluckycatnd, without whom this event wouldn't have happened this summer! Please join me in giving them all the long distance internet group hugs!!!!

And NOWWWWWWWW... Here we GOOOOO!!!!! Under the cut, unless Tumblr ate it.

@hufflepuffinstorybrooke opened us up this year on July 1 with a wonderful soulmates OS called If You're Lucky, Love Leaves Scars, that I was privileged to make artwork for. The fic left me in tears and melting at the same time!

On July 3, @teamhook posted the first chapter of her fic The Last Witch Hunter, inspired by the Vin Diesel movie of the same name. Only one ch so far, but I'm absolutely captivated and eagerly awaiting more! Very intriguing artwork by herself.

@spartanguard dropped her Killian's evil twin MC on July 5, Sons of Love and Death, with artwork by herself. That artwork, of two incredibly handsome guys shouldn't be as chilling as it is, but IT IS... The fic is completely written and she's been updating weekly, so we're on ch9 of 13. Just sayin, but I'm about ready to use a certain dagger on a certain evil twin.

July 7 @goforlaunchcee posted Smoke and Mirrors, a HOOT of a ghost story, with such lovely artwork by @piinfeathers that perfectly captures CS in this fic. Three chapters are up so far, and I can't wait for more!!!

July 10, @killiansprincss posted her OS A Court of Vines and Shadow inspired by A Court of Thorns and Roses, with absolutely gorgeous artwork by @hollyethecurious. I was not familiar with the source material, so I was completely surprised and delighted with this fic!!!

@athenascarlet posted her merman Killian OS on July 13, The Merman with a wonderful visual on Tumblr 😏 Just a regular night between a sheriff and her merman pirate... Would love to see more of this, but it's staying a OS... for now, she says...

Also on July 13, @anmylica posted the first chapter of Fly With the Black Swan with amazing artwork by @zaharadessert. We have two chs of ten up so far, and I'm sitting on pins and needles waiting for more!!!!

On July 15, @whatevenisthisbloganymore posted the first chapter of Forest View Apartments, a ghost story that has the questions swirling through my mind and eagerly awaiting the next installment! Amazing artwork by @undercaffinatednightmare!

Speaking of @undercaffinatednightmare, real life has been very rude lately and has left her unable to post her two planned fics for this summer, but she has managed to make the artwork for them both that you can find here and here! I love her writing so much and I know whenever RL lets up, both these fics are going to be wonderful!!! *EDITED* The first of her fics, A Charming Curse, has now posted and it promises to be FUN!!!

July 19, @deckerstarblanche posted An Offer She Can't Refuse, with more lovely artwork by @undercaffinatednightmare. Emily only planned two chs for this very hot and sexy Omegaverse fic, but she took it in a very angsty direction in the final scene of ch2, and so has now promised that she'll come back and add one more ch to give us all the happy ending we deserve!

July 22, @zaharadessert posted a very hot demon Killian OS, Sacrificial Lamb that made bloodthirsty Krystal VERY happy. I was once again privileged to make artwork for the fic, with an assist by @motherkatereloyshipper who was responsible for the Emma edit I used.

July 23, @mie779 posted the first chapter of Finding Caldera: The Hidden World of Dragons, with just lovely artwork by @undercaffinatednightmare. The adventure of this fic is just wonderful! We're on ch9 and nearing the end!

On July 25, it was my turn to post for the event! Into the Light was inspired by the 1987 movie The Lost Boys, my very first introduction to vampires and it has never left me! Incredible artwork was created by @motherkatereloyshipper that still just leaves me staring at it slack jawed!

@hollyethecurious posted the first chapter of The Law of Surprise on July 28. Now complete in three parts, this beautiful BEAUTIFUL but also heartbreaking fic was inspired by the law of surprise from The Witcher. Breathtaking artwork was provided by @eastwesthomeisbest and can be found here, here, and here.

@xarandomdreamx posted her CS Practical Magic AU A Crystalline Knowledge of Love and Magic on July 30. Beautiful artwork by @hollyethecurious. Only one chapter so far and my heart is so broken for Emma and Elsa but also completely in love with the story!!!!

Rounding out July, @caught-in-the-filter posted original artwork featuring ghost Emma and vampire Killian that was absolutely CHILLING!!!!

@snowbellewells started Aug off on the 2nd with an incredible one shot, Deluge! Gorgeous artwork by @eastwesthomeisbest. I am so hopeful that Marta will eventually write more of this wonderfully intriguing fic!!!

Then, @eastwesthomeisbest was so inspired by Marta's fic, she made her own original art in the same vein as the art she made for the fic. Absolutely breathtaking!!!

On Aug 8, @booksteaandtoomuchtv posted the Prologue and ch1 of Witchy Woman. I have sooooo been waiting for this fic and so far, four chs in, it is hitting ALL my buttons! Artwork coming soon from @cocohook38.

On Aug 10, @cs-rylie posted The Journal, a seriously SCARY fic, only 3 chs in, inspired by Native American legend. Artwork by me, again with a much needed assist from @motherkatereloyshipper who was responsible for Milah and the journal itself.

@iamstartraveller776 posted her new fic, To Cleave Destiny on Aug 13. Featuring Demon Killian, just this Prologue has me on the edge of my seat!!! Artwork coming soon from @cocohook38.

@exhaustedpirate posted Parent for Hire on Aug 14. A Mandalorian inspired fic, Caro has melted my Captain Cobra heart so many times already, only four chs in. She also did moodboards to accompany each ch that you can find on each of the Tumblr ch posts x x x and I was also privileged to make a banner for the fic.

On Aug 16, @grimmswan posted the first chs of TWO fabulous fics!!! Dracula in Storybrooke comes from the woefully underutilized Land of Untold Stories arc, and Love Bites (But So Do I) is a supernatural adventure of vampire Emma and werewolf Killian. Artwork coming soon from @cocohook38.

On Aug 18, @snowbellewells posted her second fic of the event, Carolina Moon. A fic inspired by the Nora Roberts novel of the same name, my heart is already, only two chs in, broken for Emma and on the edge of my seat waiting for more! Beautiful artwork again done by @eastwesthomeisbest!

@jrob64 posted Saying Goodbye and Moving On on Aug 20, a DESPERATELY NEEDED and ABSOLUTELY PERFECT fix-it fic from the Underworld arc. I was again privileged to make artwork for it, and I'm just gonna have to accept that I almost can't make picsets anymore without the aid of @motherkatereloyshipper. For this one, she was again responsible for ghost Milah.

Aug 22, @padfootprongslet posted the Prologue for Like Our Love (Falling Down and Over Again). A Mr. and Mrs. Smith inspired fic, my heart was absolutely SHATTERED in this first ch and I can't wait for more! I was again privileged to make a picset for this with @motherkatereloyshipper coming in the clutch entwining the rings.

On Aug 24, @jonesfandomfanatic posted Stolen From Time. Now complete in three parts, this fic was absolutely BRILLIANT!!! @motherkatereloyshipper made a beautiful video to accompany it.

Our final fic by @wyntereyez will post in the next few days. She’s dealing with a hurricane at the moment, so she’s excused! Artwork by spartanguard. Can't wait! *EDITED* the fic and art are both now posted!!! I melted at Kait’s artwork, and I cackled and melted repeatedly reading the fic!!!! AND I am BEYOND EXCITED that Jamie has more to come in this universe, because I NEEEEEEEEEEEED it!!!!!

That's it everyone! Please enjoy all these FABULOUS fics and artworks and be sure to give the authors and artists all the love they deserve!!!

#cssns23 roundup #cssns23 #roundup #event roundup

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