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fieldofdaisiies · 1 year

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Elucien x Reader | Bunny

type: smut warning(s): explicit descriptions, threesome, dom. sub. relations, pet names word count: 2.1k words request: could you write elucien x reader smut with reader as the sub 🤭

A low groan leaves the Autumn Court male’s throat, his large hands curling around the lower bed frame. A predatory gleam appears in his eyes when they roam your figure, how your body moves, how his other mate is sprawled out on the bed, back arching, pressing against you.

The sounds that leave the two of you are like music in his ears, he loves it, loves watching the scene, holding back before joining. The light in the room is dimmed, the fire from the fireplace making your skin glow. Your hair is brushed over one shoulder, and Lucien once again wonders how he got so lucky to have the two of you, the two most beautiful females in all of Prythian, as his mates.

He groans low in his throat, pushing off the frame when a soft, feminine gasp slips through Elain’s perfect lips.

“Is our little bunny making you feel good, my love?” Lucien drawls, lifting his gaze to Elain’s glossy eyes. Her lips are parted, cheeks flushed, one hand clasping her right breast. Lucien’s cock strains behind his pants, throbbing and aching with need. His fingers curl towards his palms and he exhales a loud breath.

A lewd moan parts Elain lips even wider, her other hand softly stroking your hair. “She is making me feel so good, my lord," Elain moans, giving her breast a soft squeeze.

You love her praise, so you want to show her exactly what her praising you did to ypu. Elain squirms when you flick your tongue against the bundle of nerves at the apex of her thighs, adding just a tint more pleasure.

You chuckle in delight, sending vibrations throughout her body, your breath tickling her sensitive skin. The Archeron sister clicks her tongue, a brow raising. “Nothing to laugh about, sweetheart. Don’t want to hear that again. Behave, bunny,” she purrs, her tone yet sharp and leaving no room for you to obey nor to laugh again.

You tip your head back, sucking your lower lip between your teeth, tasting the sweet arousal of your mate. You meet Elain’s heated gaze, her plump lips parted, her chest heaving with deep inhales. “Sorry, my lady,” you whisper. “I will make up for it.”

You softly, kiss her lower belly, moving lower until you reconnect your lips with her centre, reveling in the warmth, the softness, the wetness of her. Elain hums contently, her delight reaching you through the bond. She exhales a loud breath when you let your tongue glide through her silken folds and you part her with your thumb, one hand braced on her soft hip, holding her down, spreading her wide open for you.

Lucien groans deep in his throat, finally surrounding the bed. His presence fills the room, his tall figure drawing a shadow over you when he lowers his hand, letting it dance over your back.

“Such a good girl she is,” he praises, fingers dancer lower. A shiver courses through your body, goosebumps appearing at his soft, gentle, tentative touch. You taste jasmine and honey in your mouth, lips swollen when the wrap around Elain’s clit, drawing a lewd sound from her, that has you grinning to yourself. You feel her shift on the bed, knowing she has thrown her head back. You also know that she is getting closer to the edge and you love this. You love making your lady come, make her feel good, worship her. The same with Lucien. There was nothing better than pleasuring them and receiving their praises for how well you did and their love.

“But how will you make up for spending this afternoon reading and going for a walk instead of going for ride with me?” Lucien asks, leering at your raised butt and giving it a soft smack. “Will you be my good girl as well? Will you make me feel as good as you make my lady feel? Will you make it up for me as well?”

His fingers tentatively dance over your backside, tingling your skin, making the hair on your body stand.

You nod your head against Elain’s centre, inhaling her scent. Lucien braces on knee on the bed, leaning over you. He kisses your shoulder, fisting the hair at the back of your head and tipping your head back. It draws a sharp gasp from Elain.

She curses softly and grits her teeth, missing the feeling of your mouth on her hot flesh.

An almost cruel chuckle leaves Lucien at that, his gaze momentarily jumping to her. He blows her a kiss that makes Elain roll her eyes, her elbows braced on the bed. A wicked grin graces his face, his eyes lingering on Elain for a moment before he turn his focus back to his little bunny.

“Words, sweetheart.”

“Yes, I will,” you breathe, your heavy-lidded gaze meeting Lucien’s. "I will be your good girl and make up for it."

The fiery male’s eyes, one of russet, one of metal, glow with feral delight. “And how will you do this?”

You wiggle your butt, still raised in the air, tilting your head backwards. “I want you take me while I make our lady feel good,” you whisper, smiling sheepishly.

The Autumn Court male’s blood runs hot when his hands work the laces of his pants, slowly pulling them open and shoving them down his legs, slipping out of them. "Brilliant idea," he drawls, a sly smile blooming on his lips, his voice dropping at least an octave, turning even sultrier.

Moments later Lucien positions himself behind you, his hard length placed against your centre. Adjusting himself, he lets the tip slide into you, softly and carefully, letting you adjust to his size. You moan loudly, gasping at the feeling of his thickness filling and stretching you. He has a firm grip on your hips when he slides in to the hilt, stilling.

“All good bunny?”

Lucien starts moving, careful, sliding in and out of you with soft, languid thrusts. “All good, my lord,” you whisper, your voice muffled by Elain’s core. The Archeron sister hums in delight, feeling herself get closer to the edge now that her eyes are on Lucien, towering behind you, moving against you, moving in you. He looks like a god, long, auburn flowing over his shoulders, his tanned skin coated in a thin layer of sweat, his head tipped back, eyes closed, lips parted.

Your moans mingle with Elain’s soft pants and Lucien’s groans.

The fiery male knows that Elain is getting closer to her climax, wanting nothing more than you making her come first. “Bunny, will you make our lady come? Be a good girl and make her come.”

Yes, you think, you want nothing more than that.

Your hand sliding down her belly, your thumb presses down on her clit, rubbing softly. It makes Elain cry out in pleasure, and you increase the pace of your tongue driving into her. You devour.

Some primal power unleashed at those indecent sounds, Lucien starts pounding into you with a faster pace, his hips meeting your rear with harder thrusts. It fuels your desire even more, feasting on Elain like you have been starved for ages. The Archeron sister fists the bedsheets, rocking against your face, butt lifting from the mattress, her back arching. Her moans rise in pitch, Lucien’s low groans mixing with her ungodly sounds. Elain comes with a scream–a mix of your name and soft curses that would normally never leave her mouth.

“Such a good girl,” she pants, praising you when you let her ride our her height, softly guiding her through it, holding her hips, kissing her centre, softly licking ome last stroke.

Lucien thumbs the bundle of nerves at the apex of your thighs, pushing you over the edge just a moment after Elain. Lucien guides you through your height, moving against you with sloppy thrusts, his hot release spurting against your walls when he comes with a shout.

Although the two of them are more than content about how good you have been to them and how well you did, they are not yet done for the night. Now it is time for them to worship you properly. Lucien tilts his head at Elain, some non-verbal conversation happening that makes Elain understand immediately what Lucien has in mind.

On the bed the make you roll over, your back against Elain’s front. You meet Lucien’s gaze, his smile spreading over his face when the red-ish fire from the fireplace creates a halo around his figure. He is a god, you think, biting down on your lower lip when your eyes roam over his body, his solid chest, the dusting of red hair.

“Lean back and relax, bunny,” Elain says in a breath purr. Her soft fingertips stroke up your arm, her breath warming your skin when she gently brushes her lips against your neck. “Let us worship you properly.”

Your toes curl at her statement, at her voice, at her soft touch. You grin and it is that grin that makes both Lucien’s and Elain’s heart swell, their smiles mirroring your delight, your happiness. “So beautiful,” Lucien hums, hooking his big, warm hands under your knee pits, spreading your legs open for him. His breathing halts momentarily when his gazes falls to your glistening centre. Lucien sucks his lower lips between his lips, fingers trembling slightly on your legs. “And perfect.”

“She is, isn’t she?” the Archeron sister coos, her hands sliding over your lower belly, her other hand curling around your throat, thumb stroking your jaw. You fully relax, marveling into Elain’s soft body, her warm skin, her tender strokes, tipping your head back, placing it on your mate’s lovely breasts. Your eyes flutter shut when Lucien kisses your lower belly, humming against your skin. Goosebumps appear, wet heat flooding your centre. Elain’s thumb strokes the skin under your right breast, her other hand sliding over yours, entangling your fingers with hers. You exhale a content breath, heart skipping a happy beat.

The swipe of Lucien’s tongue through your silken folds has you squirming, the soft press of Elain’s hand on your throat calming you. Lucien flicks his tongue against your clit, lips closing over lip, suckling. You moan at the feeling and Elain loves how she feels your throat vibrating under her hand. Lucien groans when he drives his tongue deep into you, licking, suckling. He feasts on you like a starving male, feral delight reaching your through the bond when every restraint is unleashed. Hand slowly sliding lower Elain takes your right nipple between her forefinger and thumb, rolling and tugging, kneading your breast. She kisses the side of your head, and then your temple. “Doing so well. Are you enjoying yourself?” Squeezing your thighs around Lucien’s head, your eyes are closed and you lean into Elain. “So good,” you whisper. Satisfaction reaches you through the bond, along something musky–desire, lust, pleasure. They pleasure you simultaneously, all their movements in sync, overflowing you with pleasure. Flecks of white and black spark in front of your vision when you feel yourself getting closer.

“I am getting closer,” you pant, fisting the sheets at your side and squeezing Elain’s hand. Moaning your rock against Lucien’s face, butt lifting, back arching. Elain softly pecks your pointed air, “Let go, bunny. Come for us.”

Her voice and what she has said is your undoing–a wave of pleasure comes crashing in on you, washing you under when you feel your soul leave your body and enter a state of pure satisfaction and ecstasy.

Later that night you fall asleep with your leg thrown over Lucien’s thigh and Elain’s arm wrapped around your middle. Elain kisses the back of your neck simultaneously to you kissing Lucien’s warm, solid chest. Your lids get heavier, sweet oblivion sweeping you under, making you enter a peaceful and content slumber.

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writing-by-mimi · 2 years

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Nine Demons and A Baby

Fandom: Obey Me

Pairing: Diavolo x F!MC

Chapter: 3 Of ?

Summary: Demonus may just bring your dreams to life.

Adult content. Read at your own risk. Not beta read.

"I also have another question for you guys." You smiled as you sat on the couch eating cookies with Beel. The initial freak outs were over, and now the men were determined to show you how happy they were, since they had upset you earlier. "I...well, you guys are my family. As such... I was wondering if you would stand on my side. In the wedding." You asked shyly.

"Hell ya we will. Ya didn't even have ta ask about that." Mammon smiled as he continued your shoulder massage.

"I-i have to be in front of everyone?" Levi asked giving ypu puppy dog eyes, pleading for a way out as he continued to rub your feet.

"Yes, but it won't be for too long. To sweeten the pot, I'll bribe you." You smiled. "I'm gonna be a princess."

"Okay, we have a spa appointment at four. I went to the absolute limit, you are getting everything done." Asmo chimed excitedly.

"Do we even have time for that?" Your mouth full of cookies.

"True... do want a full bikini wax? We could save time and just get a cute little strip done or something."

Coughing, you almost choked on your cookie. "Can we stop talking about my downstairs." You blushed. "I've heard my vagina talked about more today than my whole life, it's not even noon."

"Prude." Asmo sighed as Beel fed you another cookie.

"I expected nothing less from my M. O. H.." You smirked swallowing your cookie. "Sassy bitch. I love you." You blew him a kiss.

The squeal that left the Avatar of Lust was ear piercing. "Do you mean it? Seriously Mc, this is no joke!"

"Asmodeus, Avatar of Lust, the second most handsome man I know, would you do me the honor of being my maid of honor?" You bowed from your sitting position.

Hands grasping the side of your face, Asmo placed a quick kiss on your hairline. "What are the colors?!"

"No idea." You smiled as he paled in horror.

"What do you mean, no idea?"

"Exactly that. Barbatos requested that you and me stop by the castle later to pick up ye old royal spending card. He also wants to talk to you about what to buy and not to buy."

"Oh, he would." He sighed. "Either way, I'm buying you the sluttiest panties in the realm." He hummed as he continued his business on his phone.

"I'll text Diavolo and see what colors he wants. Last I knew he was being punished by Barbatos and Lucifer by having to do the ritual to wake his dad all by himself. Which I'm nervous as hell about... what if he hates me and forbids the whole thing?"

"We couldn't tell you. He was sleeping before we got here." Mammon shrugged. "Besides, he'd have to be an idiot not ta love ya."

"Mammon..." you sat up and turned around on the couch to face him. "In the human world, the bride is walked down the isle by her father... seeing as how that isn't an option... would you walk me down the isle and give me away?" A soft smile on your face as you watched him, face full of surprise.

"Ya want me ta do it?" Confusion in his voice. "Why not Lucifer or Satan. Ya know..someone more...reputable." He shrugged looking away.

"You've been watching over me since day one." Your voice was soft. "You're my first guy, Mammoney. I wouldn't be as far as I am today if it wasn't for you. Besides, I don't care about reputation. You know that."

"Well ya should. Yer gonna be a Princess." He quipped crossing his arms.

"I don't think there is a better man, angel or demon for the job. Even now, you're putting me first... so please, if not for yourself, then for me." You gave him the look. Big sad eyes and a pout.

"Hey, hey, hey! None a that." He growled. "Ya sure yer hearts set on me doin' this?"

"Yes. One hundred and ten percent!" You smiled eagerly.

"Alright then, fine. But I warned ya." He pointed at you.

You began to crawl over the couch to hug Mammon, but he grabbed you first. "Yo! Your all knocked up and shit. You can't be crawling all over the furniture like that!"

Hugging him tightly, you let out a hum as you continued to squeeze. "I'll make sure you even get some wedding accessories, paid for by me. We can buy hella expensive ones and you can hawk everything but one later."

"That's my girl." Mammon laughed as he made sure you sat down on the couch carefully.

"What do I get to do?" Beel asked as he set another cookie against your lips.

Opening wide for the cookie, you took your time chewing. "I've got it!" You smiled to him. "Two things. The first being to make sure me and baby royal eat. Today and the next day are gonna be crazy for me. So I need you to remind me to eat. It's bad for the baby if I don't. Second, keep track of Belphie, although you already do that, it's super important now. I can't lose him." You smiled to Beel. "Hear that little royal baby. Uncle Beel is gonna make sure you get nutrients no matter what." You poked your belly.

"You know you may not have conceived quite yet. While the process is happening, it does take time." Satan informed you.

"That's why I'm talking to it. I don't know exactly when I'll know for sure they are there...but they are going to be there. The sigil is making sure for me. It's literally just a ticking time bomb." You looked down to you stomach. "Pretty sure Dia has a breeding kink, so it's definitely gonna happen." Your eyes went wide. You had said the quiet part outloud.

"Oh, that gives me so many ideas." Asmodeus shuddered. "In the back of Majolish they have a section that is V.I.P., I've always wanted to take you, but now it's a must."

"Thats...that's way more info then I ever wanted to know." Belphie couldn't hide his disgust.

"A man of culture." Leviathan whispered to himself as he turned pink.

"Old wives tales say you can determine the gender of the baby by position and time of day." Satan acknowledged, looking up from his phone. "Where you on top, or bottom?"

"Which part?" You blushed. "I mean, ew! No! I'm not gonna tell you guys this!"

"I bet the prince is hung as fuck. That hard on in those slacks. That sexy bitch is packin' some major cock." Asmodeus sighed.

"Stop thinking about his cock!" Your voice now an octave higher.

"Ah. A jealous lover Mc. You and Leviathan can bond a lot now." Satan smirked.

"Don't stress her out, it's bad for our niece or nephew." Leviathan blushed. "Though come to my room whenever and we can make voodoo dolls of anyone who gets too close." He added matter of factly.

"That's really sweet Levi." You smiled to him. "Oh! After I have the little royal, can you introduce Henry 2.0 to my baby? That way he can have another friend." Levi and his goldfish had an odd relationship, but it was normal, considering he was such a shut in. A fish can't completely spurn you or anything...

The third borns face lit up. "Of course! That way when they are old enough to swim, they can swim with Henry and I!" It was adorable how excited he was.

"Are you guys busy today?"

"We can clear or schedules, what's up?" Belphie told you.

"Well, when I go back with Asmo, would you guys come too? I get the royal credit card and I have to buy clothes, but I also need a wedding dress... in the human realm, the brides maids usually try to match the bride. Since you guys are standing on my side, you guys are my bride maids. So I was thinking we could get that accomplished before my four o'clock appointment with Asmo." You looked to them quickly. "Only if you want to though!"

"Isn't that the side that wears dresses?" Beel asked with a raised eye brow.

"Yes, but since your guys, you can wear the suits."

"I'd wear a dress if it ment I got to see Lucifer in a dress." Belphie snickered.

"There is something really freeing about how the balls can hang more...openly." Asmodeus emphasized.

"Tuxes will work fine." You smiled as you stood. "I'll go change so we can leave."

Barbatos had briefed Asmodeus, the Avatar looking glum on his return. "I can still get the slutty panties, but I can't take you to the back of Majolish or Barbatos will nark me out to Solomon. Then I'll be in for it, and not in any kind of fun way." He sighed. "On the plus side, he told me Diavolo would like red, black and gold. He can't have his phone in the area of the ritual, cuz it'll fuck shit up apparently. Also, he sends his love, Princess." He winked. "Here is this." He handed you the card. It didn't even have a name or numbers. Just a gold card, rigid in nature. It didn't even have a magnetic strip. "Barb said you can slide it anyway, it'll accept anywhere. If it doesn't, to call him ASAP because he's gonna rip them apart for denying a royal card. Plus, you need to text him that the card is in your possession and no longer in my hot little hands." The Avatar gave a hum, as if trying to remember if there was anything else. "Barb is picking up Diavolo's tux, getting his fancy pants and everything for the ceremony when they make you princess, and, you have to get two dresses today. Wedding dress is what fits your fancy if you agree to the color scheme. The other one we HAVE to text Barb about. He'll flip his lid if it doesn't match prince charmings fancy outfit."

"Anything else on that laundry list?" Belphie sighed.

Mammon was in awe. "The MEGA GOLDIE." He whispered.

"Oh, that reminds me, Mammon, Barb said its a treason charge for you if you take Mcs card without permission and spend even a single penny, But, you may touch it once."

"I don't wanna watch Mammon cum his pants." Levi grumbled.

"Ok, Mams, if you don't steal from the castle ever, in your whole life... I'll let you have ten minutes alone with Mega Goldie. No questions asked, you just can't spend anything. I'll even let you swipe the card today for every purchase I make." You smirked as you waved the card in front of his face, watching his eyes follow it.

"No stealing from the castle ever again... and when your out with me, I get to swipe it. Any and everytime. Fifteen minutes alone, no questions asked and I won't spend a penny unless ya tell me too."

"Promise?"

"On my life." It was the most serious you had ever seen him.

"Deal. When would you like your fifteen minutes?"

"Tonight, after Mega Goldie has been naughty little whore and spent millions of Grimm."

"That's weird as shit, but not unexpected..." you sighed.

"Don't kink shame me, miss, I love being bred while being called princess." Mammon scoffed.

"Vanilla." Asmodeus sighed, bored. "Can we go do the fun stuff now?"

Tuxedo shopping had been easy. Asmo picked the classic black suit, and Beel had found a red and gold tie, with matching pocket squares. Red undershirts and gold vest under the coat had been found by Satan. They even had Lucifers measurements to give to them and set up for delivery to the castle at nine in the morning tomorrow.

"That was... unexpectedly easy."

"You didn't pick me as your Maid of Honor for nothing Sweetie." He gave a wink. "Next agenda, Mc needs her Princess gown made. She needs measurements, Barb already sent instructions." Asmodeus was looking at his phone. "That's so sweet, he's having them make one especially for you now. It also saves us time so we can make your four o'clock." He put his phone back into his bag.

The dress makers were a small, frail looking older couple. They were adorable. You could see how much they loved each other. You wondered how you and Diavolo would look when you were both older, but that would be a while. Dia was already over eighty thousand...and still looked so handsome.

They had taken your measurements and gotten input from you about what type of style you would like. Over all it went smooth as could be. Barbatos had already instructed which fabrics and patterns and such, so it left you with the easy part. You were thankful for that.

Your wedding dress on the other hand was more of a struggle.

It was almost overwhelming. The sheer amount of fabrics, different patterns...you weren't even sure what style of dress would be best suited.

"Guys, I'm kind of freaking out. What if I mess this up? The whole frigging kingdom is gonna know because Miphistolese is going to be there reporting on the whole thing. Like...what if I make an ugly dress? I don't want to embarrass Diavolo..."

"You actually think Asmodeus would let you walk out of here with a creation that's anything other than perfect?" Belphie laughed.

"What is an aspect of the dress you would like the most? We can work around that." Satan sat down next to you as he opened up one of the many books with dresses.

"I want to show my pact marks." A gentle smile on your lips.

"Smart. It shows power and strength with the kingdom."

"That too, I guess. I was thinking more along the lines that I am really proud of them, and you guys. In an odd way, you and your brothers are kind of a package deal with me." Small laugh leaving you as you bumped shoulders with a now blushing Satan.

"Then we just go backless, unless you would want more cover?" Levi flipped through another book until he found the part containing backless dresses and sat it on top of the one Satan opened.

"I was gonna ask if backless was too slutty, but then again, I am in literal Hell. So completely backless it is."

"How's it gonna attach? Some ladies have a bow, others have the big long dangly bits." Beel asked as he continued to eat the bag of chips Asmodeus had pulled from his bag.

"You could have a simple clasp, so there isn't anything to obstruct your back view if your interested." Belphie turned the book he was looking at to face you. "Plus with the clasp, we could do something, like the royal seal."

"I am so proud of you." The Avatar of Lust placed a sloppy kiss on Belphegors cheek. "You're so adorable!"

Belphies face held disgust, but his eyes gave him away. It was sweet, watching the brothers interact like this.

"Ok, so with the back and neck how it is, we need to figure out the chest and how to attach said clasp." Satan muttered.

"What about like this?" Mammon showed you a picture in a magazine. The model sporting a dress that the front was held by the sides, the front top a flat cut line to reveal cleavage, with the right measurements you could definitely make your bust look bigger...

"We can hide how the straps adjust on the inside, right?" Levi asked the elderly man. He nodded and went back to looking through his fabric catalog.

His wife came back out of the back and instructed him to follow her. They returned a few minutes later with a three foot long spool. Simple white cotton on top wound tightly.

Satan moved the books so they could place the roll down. The elderly man snapping the bands easily he removed the cotton.

You were mesmerized.

"This spool was reserved for the late Queen. She had a ball gown made with part of the fabric. We've not had the heart to use it since. That prince may seem cheery and pay very well, but there is a sadness deep in that boy." The older woman lamented. "I think it only just it see the light if day again for a happy occasion."

Fine black lace, inlaid with delicate gold strands that would catch the light when moved. It made the lace sparkle in the shop lights while the part not moving as much still looked black as night.

"I never will forget the dress I used this on. Our business was about to go under when my husband fell ill. The king must have taken pity on me, he paid ten times the value of what I was asking. The dress was for the night they announced she was with child. She was absolutely radiant." The woman reminisced fondly. "Also very kind. She came by the shop because she was so impressed with the dress. We've been in the castle employee ever since. Seeing as how the prince never needed dresses, we were surprised when he paid a handsome sum a few years ago."

You couldn't help the blush on your face.

The older gentleman rattled off the measurements. An exact fit for yours. Even describing down to the last detail how it was hemmed. "You made my dress." It was a whisper. "I'd never worn anything that fancy in my life. I felt like a real life princess when I changed at the party. Dia gave it as part of his gift to me for my birthday. We celebrated it with his that night." Standing, you made your way to the elderly woman and gave her a soft hug. "Thank you. You made me feel so special that night. I'll never be able to tell you how much it means that you made it for me."

The older man let out a loud laugh. "I think it made him happier than you."

"What makes you say that?" Satan asked, curious as to the man's answer.

"That boy didn't look lonely looking at that dress. We've been in this business for years. When someone else sees the completed work, you can tell a lot about them. He even came in personally to get it. It's not everyday royalty comes and inspects the work at the shop. So I knew it was important to him then and there." He pointed at you, a gleeful smile mixed with mischief on his face. "Considering I'm making a wedding dress as quickly as I am, he must have finally gotten the balls to tell ya himself." He nodded.

"The prince isn't allowed to come get this dress. Human tradition dictates he doesn't see it until she is walking down the isle." The woman reminded her husband. "Barbatos instructed me if he were to come in, to send him away immediately."

"That's definitely Barb." Asmo sighed. "Fun sucker."

"Although it is a shame. My best work will be torn to shreds by the nights end, but it's to be expected during the coupling ceremony." The man blushed.

"What's that?" You turned to the blonde.

"Were you not told what your wedding was going to entail?" Belphie snickered.

"W-well...no. we didn't get that far. Barb came in, then he called Lucifer. Then he did the eyes at me. Then I got sent to you guys. There wasn't really time."

"Cuz ya spent that time fucking." Asmo giggled as you turned red.

"It's tradition for royal weddings. Yer not gonna like it and ya can't get outta it." Mammons blush taking over his whole face and neck.

"Okay, now I'm nervous again. What the hell is the coupling?"

"Sex is more important for demons than humans. To make sure a bride is not faking things for a gain of power, they are given an elixir. Essentially you won't be able to lie. Every reaction will be genuine. Diavolo already doesn't lie, but I imagine he'll be a good sport and take his elixir anyway." Satan sat back in his chair. "After the wedding ceremony, you consummate the marriage. The only thing giving you any privacy is the curtains on the bed..." a heavy flush now taking his face over as he cleared his throat. "And that's only to ensure the princess or queen would not be exposed to the attendees. It's a right reserved for the Prince or king..." He cleared his throat again. "Diavolo will be judged if he can... pleasure you... in a satisfactory manner. With the elixir you can't fake it."

All you could do was blink.

"It's to ensure actual attraction and prove that they are both sexually bound to one another. The emotional bond is the wedding ceremony. It being done in a human way doesn't really matter. So I imagine Diavolo opted for that, so he could actually give you a wedding."

"Probably as apology for not telling you this part." The seventh born mumbled.

"So... everyone is gonna hear?" Your voice was shaky.

"Yes, and you'll hear them. Lots of times its for the man to absolutely rail the hell outta the woman. Some demons even take the chance to get their rocks off."

"Oh EW!" You cringed. "You mean dirty old men are gonna jerk off to me and Dia?! I'm gonna be too nervous. It's gonna look terrible on Dia!!" You put your head between your legs as you crouched down. "How do I look at anyone after that?"

"Like you own their asses. Cuz after that, we feast. Then you become princess." Mammon rubbed your back.

Shooting your head up, you cringed again. "You have to close your ears! You guys can't hear me have sex!"

"If it helps, I'm going to be cheering for Diavolo to absolutely ruin you, honey." Asmo patted your head.

"No!" You whined.

"The louder he makes you scream and moan the better. It's a testament to his virility. It also says that the louder the princess or queen is, the better ruler he will be. So Diavolo is gonna give it to you like never before." Asmodeus sighed dreamily. "And most of the dirty old men will be listening to you, dear."

"Not helping!" You whined again as you stood up wrapping your arms around yourself. "I can't believe everyone is gonna hear me have sex!"

"If it helps, Demonus is on tap for everyone and the kingdom has a rager for the next 7 days. So most likely most people will forget." Levi kneeled next to you.

"How? You're gonna hear me sound like a fucking hentai video!" Anger in your voice as you huffed.

"You love Lord Diavolo, right?" Satan's eyes boring into yours.

"I've...I've never been in love, but everything I've ever read or seen... it feels like it is. I'd do anything for him. I even told him he had an out. That we could pretend that it never happened and he said no."

"So what's having great sex with you new husband? It ain't shit compared to what ya were willin' to do for 'em. This is cake walk. You'd do a lot worse for 'em, right?" Mammon smirked.

"Ya. I think I would." You gave a small worried laugh.

"Then ya got it locked down. Don't worry about it. Just do yer best to enjoy the moment."

"Beside, public sex might be a new kink, and I implore you to try all kinds of nasty shit with prince charming. I want every detail."

Asmo bit his lip.

"You can do it. Put those hentai videos to shame!" Leviathan held out his hand for a high-five. You weakly tapped his hand.

"You can't say a word about it after. Not even a peep!" You pointed to Asmodeus.

"I promise nothing, but your missing the point. It will be fine. The sex with him has been good, right?"

It had been amazing. You weren't gonna tell them that though. You settled for nodding your head.

"Then don't worry. Just enjoy it." He shrugged.

"Also, don't get mad at the comments after." Beel crumpled his empty chip bag and put it in his pocket. "They'll probably say some stuff you won't like, just ignore it. It doesn't matter what they think." His confident smile brought a smile to you.

"If you wanted...you could punish Diavolo for not telling you." A sly grin on Belphegors face. "Human weddings, they spend the night before apart, right? So we dress you in those slutty panties Asmo is gonna get, and you show him what he's missing. He'll never not tell you stuff like that again. Simple really."

"That's fucking devious! I love it!" Asmo giggled. "Tell him he can't cum either. That he has to save every drop for the coupling, then just leave his ass alone at the castle!"

"He'll see you tomorrow anyway at some point, but it will probably be with his father. Of course, you could meet him tonight and not see him tomorrow. So that won't help him either. He won't have time to ravish you." Satan smirked. "We can dangle you like candy in front of him, because it was pretty negligent of him not to tell you. He could have atleast texted you about it."

"Hey, all the outfit is missing is the red? Why don't you do blood red under the lace?" Beel was staring at the lace.

"Majolish has shoes. We grab you two outfits. Two pairs of slutty panties, one for the wedding and one to drive him mad tonight. Then we hit your four o'clock and get you dressed." Asmo smirked as he pulled put his phone. "This works perfect. Lord Diavolo should be done at six. Dinner at seven, you, Barb, the king, and all of us Avatars. Then you bait Diavolo into a hard on for the ages and leave with us."

You mulled it over for a moment. Red would look fantastic under the lace, and being dangled in front of Dia when it was so obvious he had a breeding kink... salaciously telling him not to cum while you got him riled up and just left... "Yes to the red Beel. It's a great idea. Belphegors plan is solid. I like it." You smiled happily as you gave Belphie a hug.

Finding two outfits had been cake walk with Asmodeus and the brothers. Said Avatar even got his fantasy when Levi went to grab a dress you might like and another woman tried to take it from him. Satan had stomped over and growled at her, ripping it from her hands while being careful to not damage the dress.

"Not near bloody enough, but that one...whew!" He fanned himself.

Satan had explained Levi found it and that he was just trying to help. If the shop keeper saw, they didn't say anything.

Shoes were a bit harder but went relatively easy with six men standing in line bringing you pair after pair.

The waxing on the other hand...

Asmodeus had scheduled a full body wax. The only thing left on you were your perfectly shaped eyebrows, thanks to the beautician, and the hair on your head. You couldn't blame them for laughing as you screamed during the bikini wax. You'd laugh if it hadn't been you being waxed.

Your hair was treated, even Asmodeus hadn't managed to get it this soft and shiny. Your skin was buffed and lotioned and potioned... these people had made you a whole meal to be dangled infront of Diavolo.

The outfit you would wear for the rest of the day and dinner was simple, but it held an air of regal standing. A dress that wrapped around you and was secured by the tie that rested in a bow on your hip. It was a great find. Your breast looked amazing in the bra Asmo picked, the matching panties snug against your bare skin. All you would have to do is undo the bow and you could show Diavolo how the garter belt you wore connected to your stockings. Fine lace straps connecting to your bra. It was tame compared to the lingerie that would be under your wedding dress...

The boys even got their eyebrows waxed under a dare from you after they had laughed about how sore you were. Over all, it had been a wonderful day.

You just hoped dinner and meeting your futures husband's father went well.

Arriving at the castle it was 6:15 which left you forty-five minutes until dinner started. Barbatos and Lucifer had greeted you at the door. Demon forms on full display.

Lucifer had taken his brothers aside as Barbatos lead you back to Diavolo's chambers.

"The young master is in the bath. He will be done shortly. He has awoken the King successfully and fully explained his plans."

"How'd that go over?" You wrung your hands together.

"He wishes to meet you before he comments."

"What if I fuck this up? I still don't even know which fork goes to what. What if he thinks I'm not good enough for his son?"

"Why would you not be good enough, Mc?" Barbatos tipped his head back to look at you while continuing his path.

"Because I'm me." You snorted. "A commoner not even from this realm. Little baby royal could disrupt his bloodline, which could really piss him off." You let go of your hands. "What if just simply loving Diavolo isn't enough for him. He could probably find a woman better than me in five minutes." You shrugged. "What if all he sees is a disappointment of a being and forbids the wedding?" Your voice was small. "I don't think my heart could survive that. How would I tell little baby royal that it will never know it's father because it's grandpa hates me? Or worse yet..." you couldn't bring yourself to say the words. The thought of the King demanding you be rid of the child created in a drunken error made your blood run cold. "I know I'm just thinking of the worst stuff, but I can't help it. I just want to reflect well on Diavolo. On his father and the kingdom. He's so sweet that he wouldn't care, but he should, it's his father." You weren't sure when you stopped walking. "What if my love isn't enough?"

"Simple things as what to use at dinner and how to act can be taught. Anyone can learn and act as they should. Character however can not. You either have it, or you do not. Do you believe yourself to have good character?"

"Maybe. I mean, so far from what I can tell, you guys like me. So that has to speak to something, right?"

"True. Do you believe yourself capable of standing by Diavolos side and ruling one day?" The butler asked.

"Someday. With you, Lucifer and Dia by my side, I feel like I could do anything." You shyly admitted. "I know I can learn more about the Devildom, that'll be expected and that's fine. I'm just... I'm worried about failing a whole fucking realm if it were just me. How Dia does it everyday...I still don't understand. The amount of pressure as prince filling in for a sleeping king... it's great practice for when the time comes, but he's been raised for it. I'm atleast sixty thousand years behind. So unless you know a spell to cram sixty thousand years of learning how to run a country into my noggin, I'm starting at square one. My only advantage being the people around me that I can lean on and learn from."

"Princesses and Queens deal more with the public image, not so much the heavy mechanical parts of what makes a kingdom tick. They are said to be the heart of kingdoms, leaving the men to do the more...technical work, as they should for their wives. Would being around the people of the Devildom bother you?"

"It doesn't bother me. Seven of my best friends are demons. I'm worried I'll bother them. My approval rating at R.A.D. was only forty percent. Which, while not bad, considering everything... it definitely isn't great. Especially if you applied it statistically across the kingdom. My numbers just plummet then. Older demons who are set in their ways will always exist. I know that. Trying to change a whole kingdoms mind on humans... statistically, it'll never be one hundred percent. But if I could just get fifty, fuck, even forty percent kingdom wide, I'd consider that a win for the ages." You laughed, but your heart wasn't truly in it. "I know it'll be work, that doesn't bother me. I just don't want the kingdom to think unfairly of Diavolo. I know he's a grown demon, can take care of himself. You helped raise him, so I know he can manage. I just... I worry about him. I have for a while, and after this morning I always will. I don't think that'll change. I just hope I worry a little bit less as time goes on, but I don't see that happening either."

Letting out a deep breath, you took another one to try and calm yourself. "Barb... I have a question, but I can't even ask it of you." You shook your head as both of your hands rested on your stomach. "Dia asked you not to use your abilities...my question... I can't even ask it of you because of what it would mean, the position it would put you in. Even asking it outloud...it probably breaks a law." You did your best to hold back tears. "If he... if the king orders the baby to be," you took a breath, "disposed of," You couldn't finish your question. It was unfair to ask him something like this. You shook your head quickly. "I'll figure it out. It's not right to ask you. I'll figure out." You assured yourself. "I won't let anything happen to Diavolos baby. I won't." A few tears rolled down your cheek as you bit your lip. "He was so happy, I won't fail him." Your hands slowly rubbed your stomach. "Just...nevermind." you offered your biggest smile. You couldn't put him in that position. To go against the kings word and help you escape if the king should want your child murdered. Could you even run and hide from the demon King? "I'm sorry. I shouldn't have even brought it up to you."

"Ask."

Eyes focused in the butlers eyes, you bit your lip. Saying it outloud to him, it could get him in such trouble. "I can't. I can't do that to you."

"Then ask, for the child."

Closing your eyes, you took another deep breath. "If the king wants our child dead, would you help me? Just...stop time, even if just for a minute? I'll figure out the rest, somehow. I know even asking you to go against his orders is probably some sort of treason. I'm sorry." A soft sob left your lips as you shook your head. "I have to do whatever it takes for this kid. If this is the path that I have to take. I'll do it. I just... I don't know if I'm strong enough to do it alone against someone as powerful as the Demon King alone." You wiped your eyes. "Just, never mind. This conversation never happened. I'll figure it out." You nodded as you smiled to the butler. "I'll find a way if I need too." Wiping your face, you shook your hands and did your best to calm yourself. "I'm sorry."

The rest of the walk to Diavolo's chambers had been silent. Barbatos hadn't given you an answer. Perhaps he thought it obvious, or perhaps he wanted no part in a treasonous plot to disobey the king. "Thank you." You told him as you stopped outside of Diavolo's door. "I'll see you at dinner." You offered a soft smile as you entered, leaving the butler in the hall.

Entering Diavolos chambers you were greeted to Diavolo laughing as he put on his cuff links, Barbatos behind him, inspecting his suit jacket.

You froze in place.

"Mc, are you alright?" Diavolo quickly walked over to you, one hand on your hip, the other brushing the side of your face.

"Have you been here the whole time?" Your eyes finding the butler. Whoever had walked you here was not Barbatos as the butler confirmed he had been here. Helping Diavolo ready for dinner.

"That son of a bitch!" Diavolo growled, moving past you to fling open his door. "Father!" His voice full of a rage you had never heard from him before.

Father.

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blogbooger · 2 years

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Requests As this Is my first post and ill get on later on what i Will write and what i Will absolutely not! And so on some fandoms i dont have too much knowledge on but ill do research! And dm me if u have Any concerns or abt my posts later on!

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Character x Reader

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Fluff

Angst

Comfort

Breakups

Linked Universe•ill try my best!

Lemons

Limes

Male Reader

Female Reader

Gn Reader

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Polyamory(srry)

Homosexualities(im slightly uncomfy but ill try my best im just not good at it)

Orgasm Denial

Knife play

Fingering (I DONT FEEL COMFORTABLE IM SRRY)

Blood play

Sh Reader or characters i get sad and some people Will get triggered and i dont want to make anyone sad or upset by Any means

Things i Will absolutely not write and Will most likely delete or ignore if ypu even try im srry

Rainbow kisses

Pedophilia

Incest

Noncon

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Sibling x sibling (even if not related by blood)

Minor x minor (hell no)

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Legend of zelda

Demon slayer

Spy x Family??

Hunger x Hunter

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The Dragon Prince

The Arcana

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Muriel

Asra

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Mud bath.

"Erm..." Selene blinked, not really knowing what to say.

"I know."

"It's just that..."

"I said I know!"

"There's just so much..."

"I get it!"

"That's gonna take some scrubbing."

"I'm aware of that fact," Kayo's curt reply held a definite tone of warning.

Selene couldn't blame her, not really. She was covered from head to toe in mud, the dirt clinging to her skin, soaked into her hair and Selene was pretty sure she'd heard the sound of squelching whenever the other woman moved.

"Do you need any he-"

"I've got it, thanks." Kayo turned her back, walking stiffly from the hangar to the adjoined showers, knowing that Grandma would pitch a fit if any of them traipsed mud up to the main house.

Dismissed, Selene gave up the battle, knowing that Kayo, more than anyone, had moments where she just wanted to be left alone.

-x-

"Anyone seen Kay?" Virgil asked later that night when they were all in the lounge, spread out across the sofas in what Jeff called Sloth mode. Nothing was moving them short of an emergency call, which they all desperately hoped wouldn't happen.

"Not since we got back," Gordon answered. "She said she was pretty tired, maybe she went straight to bed?"

"Without eating?" Selene's inbuilt need to care for those around her pinged into life.

"I'm sure she'll get something if she's hungry," Gordon shrugged, not taking his eyes off the show on the holoscreen.

"Don't be mean," Selene swiped at his shoulder. "How would you like it if you got back and no one fed you?"

"It happens all the time," he protested.

"Not while I'm here," she said firmly. "I'm going to go and check on her."

"Your funeral."

It took her very little time to rustle up some left over mac and cheese and she took it, along with a glass of milk, up to Kayo's room.

She knocked on the door but got no answer.

"Come on, open up, I've brought you some food."

"I'm not hungry," floated through the door.

"Don't give me that shit, you haven't eaten since breakfast."

Nothing.

"It's mac and cheese," she wheedled.

Selene heard a sigh of defeat, followed by shuffling footsteps coming closer to the door.

"I'm warning you now," Kayo said through gritted teeth, "you'd better not laugh."

Selene frowned. What was there to laugh about?

"Promise me."

"Erm... OK, I promise not to laugh."

The door opened slowly, just enough for Selene to squeeze through, slamming shut behind her the moment she was inside the room.

"Where shall I put this..." Selene trailed off, catching sight of Kayo for the first time. "Oh lawd."

"Don't. Laugh."

"I wasn't going to!" Selene slid the tray of food onto the bedside table and turned to get a closer look.

"Yeah, right. I know how it looks, I've looked in the mirror."

"I honestly wasn't going to," Selene assured her. And she hadn't been. Her poor friend didn't need teasing, she needed help. Badly.

Her hair, that beautiful, thick, naturally shiny hair that Selene secretly lusted after but couldn't get without a mountain of products, looked like shit. There, she said it, even if it was just in her own head. It was fluffed up beyond all recognition, a mass of tangles and frizz the likes of which Selene had never seen.

"I'm sorry, I gotta ask..."

Kayo folded her arms, tapping her foot, daring Selene to say something shitty.

"How the hell did that happen?"

"I don't know," Kayo huffed. "I know my ponytail got loose from my helmet, that's never good because it gets all tangled then. Then the band snapped and it was a lost cause."

Selene nodded, she'd had a similar experience with her hair coming out of the back of her jacket while riding on the back of her Dad's motorbike and it had taken her and her mum the best part of an evening and two washes to get it untangled again.

"I've washed it three times, blow dried it and broken a brush on it but it's just made it worse."

"What type of conditioner did you use?"

"The one I always do, the one in the locker room and then mine up here. That one that Grandma buys in bulk."

Selene's eyes widened in horror as her friend described the torment she had just admitted to putting her hair through.

"Generic conditioner? You used generic conditioner? The same shit that Alan uses? That conditioner? And then you tried to brush it out?"

Kayo shrugged.

"What are you, a savage?"

"What else would I do to get tangles out?"

"Oh my gods," Selene clasped her hands over her heart and swayed dramatically. "I can't believe I'm hearing this. How? How could you think that would be OK?"

"It's always been OK every other time."

"No! No don't you dare dismiss it and pretend that you didn't just commit a cardinal hair sin!"

Kayo shrugged again.

Selene pointed at Kayo then the tray of food. "You, you're going to eat that while I go and get some emergency supplies, and then we're going to fix this mess!"

Selene didn't give Kayo a chance to respond, she just swept out of the room, having delivered her orders which she expected to be obeyed. Kayo wanted to argue but knew it was a pointless waste of energy. Her hair felt like straw, she was grumpy and now that the enticing scent of cheesy pasta was permeating the room, she realised she was hungry too.

By the time Selene returned, arms ladened with so many bottles Kayo was sure she had just robbed a salon, she had eaten all of the food, drank half the milk and could admit that she actually felt a bit better.

"Right," Selene declared, dumping her load on the bed and sorting through it. "This is a moisturing shampoo, it's my favourite, the one that Scott keeps stealing. We're going to wash your hair with this and then we're going to slap on this deep conditioning mask and leave it for the full half hour before rinsing."

"Half an hour?" Selene had never heard Kayo sound so shocked.

"Yep, while wearing this." Selene produced something that looked like deflated balloon that had mated with a wedding bouquet.

"What the hell is that?"

"It's a swimming cap, ignore the flowers, it'll keep the conditioner in place and create warmth to help it soak in, we'll cover it with a towel, you won't see it."

It took some persuading, but soon Kayo was back with soaking wet hair. Selene helped her to smother her locks in an insane amount of the hair mask and wrestled it into the swimming cap then wrapped her whole head in a towel.

"I feel ridiculous."

"Ypu look it too, but beauty is pain and it'll be worth it in the end."

"I know at least six different ways to kill you without you making a sound, they will never find your body."

"But you wouldn't do that to me, would you? Because then you'd be combing that shit out on your own."

The witch spoke the truth.

"Urghhh," Kayo groaned, refusing to admit defeat but knowing she had to. "This is going to take forever."

"Nah, it won't, don't sweat it. We'll have a girly night. Look, I bought face masks and chocolate too, it'll be great."

There was protests, but Selene quickly bulldozed through them like she always did, going so far as to launch herself at the other woman and sit on her when she tried to escape to lock herself in the bathroom, holding her down while she scrubbed at her face with a cleansing wipe and then painted on the mask. Ignoring her outraged screeching as she flailed her arms in a defensive attack.

The door opened at one point, Gordon and Alan sticking their heads in to make sure everything was OK. In their house screaming was never ignored. They took one look at Selene straddling Kayo, holding a dripping brush between her teeth while Kayo tried to push her hands away, both girls faces smeared in bright green face mud, and backed right out again. Selene didn't blame them.

Kayo looked at Selene, her eyes narrowing as if she were about to shove her onto the floor, but then her lips curved in a smile and she started to laugh.

They both collapsed into manic giggling, unable to stop. The looks on the boys faces ahd been priceless, as had theirs when they had turned to look at the door, pausing in the middle of their fighting.

"Thats going to be all around the island in the next ten minutes," Kayo howled.

"Oh gods, yes. They're never going to let this be forgotten," Selene wheezed, easing up on her friend and rolling sideways to get off her.

By the time their hysterics had subsided Selene gave Kayo permission to wash out her hair.

Over the course of the next two hours Selene smothered Kayo's hair in detangler and painstakingly combed through the now thankfully not so tangled mass, working in tiny sections at a time, from the tip to the roots until she could run the comb smoothly through her hair.

As they worked, with Kayo sat on the floor in front of the bed and Selene perched on the edge behind her, they fell into an easy chatter, sharing the chocolate Selene had brought with her and catching up.

If anyone asked, Selene would say she was closest to the boys, and most definitely Scott, but she counted Kayo as a close friend just the same.

At first meeting the two women had decided that they had very little in common, although they had banded together, two girls in a sea of testosterone that was Tracy Island and had become close pretty quickly.

Selene was more of a girly girl, finding enjoyment in putting on makeup, dressing up in nice clothes and watching weepy movies. Whereas Kayo was a tougher nut. She didn't really like dresses and considered makeup to be a waste of time, but they had worked hard to find a common ground.

Kayo had been used to being the lone girl (apart from Grandma) on the island and Selene often wondered if her mother dying young and her moving to the island where she had had to hold her own with what amounted to a chattering pack of wild monkeys, had stopped her from exploring her feminine side a bit more.

Kayo was great for so many things, she and Selene often spent their workout time together and had found they both shared a curious fascination for real crime documentaries, especially those of a more historical nature like Ted Bundy, The Yorkshire Ripper and the Night Stalker, it was interesting to try to figure out how today's modern technologies could have helped with the cases.

They would be found by John, wide awake in the small hours of the morning, camped out in the lounge with blankets and unhealthy snacks that Kayo would never admit to actually eating, engaged in some debate or other, sharing theories on unsolved cases or giving their opinions on one's that had already been solved.

No, their Kayo could never be described as girly but she was awesome just the same.

As Selene worked Kayo regaled her was the story of the whole sorry rescue from start to finish, starting with the flooding and finishing with all of then wallowing around in knee high muck, slopping around, falling over and basically having a less than relaxing mud bath.

The boys had had it easy, they just needed a quick shower and change of clothes, but Kayo had not been so lucky.

But the time all the tangles were out of her hair and Selene had dried it with the hairdryer she'd borrowed from Virgil's room, both girls were laughing again and with each sweep of the brush through her friends hair Selene felt her tense shoulder relaxing, simply enjoying the feel of someone looking after her for once.

Kayo didn't like being looked after, where the boys were always happy to accept any and all attention, especially if it came in the form of food, hugs or tv buddies, Kayo was more reserved and less likely to seek out company when she felt tired or moody. Selene made a mental note to force her company on her friend more often.

"There, all done," Selene announced, running her fingers through it one more time just because it felt so soft and shiny now that it had had some TLC.

"It actually feels amazing," Kayo admitted, stroke a strand between finger and thumb.

"That's because your heathen head has finally been nourished with something decent."

Kayo ignored that dig as Selene started to gather up her products, leaving some on the bedside table for Kayo to keep.

"There, that wasn't too horrendous was it?"

"So you say," Kayo huffed, but there was just a tiny hint of a smile on her face.

"So you wouldn't want to make this a monthly thing then?"

Kayo rolled her eyes. "Obviously not."

Selene shrugged, turning to pick up her things.

"But, I consider you my friend so, you know, hanging out once a month wouldn't be that much of a chore, but only because you want to."

"Oh, of course," Selene agreed, trying not to laugh.

"So, what now?" Kayo asked, reluctant to admit that it had actually been quite a fun night that she wasn't really ready to end yet.

Selene thought about it for a moment or two. "Wash off this stuff," she pointed to the mask that had long since dried into a flaking, crusty mess, "and then shove the boys off the couch so we can watch the next episode of 'Crimes of Passion, the 80s years'?"

"Thought you'd never ask."

Big thanks to @myladykayo for the picture prompt. Not sure what this turned into but I went with it.

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