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KINKTOBER (Except in February) - ALASTOR X READER - DAY #6 (Overstimulation)

Pairing: Alastor x Fem!Reader

Tags: Kinktober, One-Shot, 18+, Smut, NSFW, Not a lot of plot, pet names, overstimulation, teasing, pet names, Dom!Alastor, Sub!Reader, etc

Fandom: Hazbin Hotel

Word Count: 529

A/N: Enjoy! MDNI, please. Not edited, so apologies for any spelling mistakes.

"Alastor, can I see you alone for a bit?"

"Of course, my dear! Please, let's find a quiet spot where we can chat in private."

He led you to a very secluded corner of the hotel. He towered over you, letting you lean against the wall adjacent to him. His ears flicked.

"So, what's on your mind? I'm all ears."

"R-remember the last time me and you... you know..."

He raised his eyebrow at you expectingly.

"...had sex?" You squeaked out.

He smirked mischeviously.

"Of course I do, my Dear, why are you bringing this up now?"

You whimpered lightly, crossing your legs over each other, trying to hide your heat.

"I-I've been craving you again for awhile. I'm loosing patience and..."

He cut you off immediately by crashing his lips into yours. His ears furrowed back in pleasure as he continued his assault on your mouth. You moaned into the kiss as he started nipping at your lip gently. He broke away just as fast as he latched on. His voice was filled with pure radio static.

"Oh how i've been WAITING for you to come to me again."

With a few swift movements, he undressed you with his tentacles. You gasped at the sudden temperature change, going from the warmth of your clothes to the chill in the air. He pressed his body against you, and suddenly the cold didn't matter.

"I'm going to make you feel like a fucking God."

He turned you around so you were flush against the wall, facing it. You arched your back in anticipation, not able to process how fast he was going. He slapped your ass once, earning a loud yelp from your throat. You heard him unbuckling his pants from behind you, waiting in anticipation.

He didn't even give you a second to adjust as he slammed his full length into you. You screamed out in pain and pleasure as he wrapped his hand around your throat, squeezing the sides to stop you from making any further noise. You started to feel fuzzy as the blood flow to your brain decreased.

He started bucking into you at a rapid place and you were nothing but braindead. You mouth hung open, your hands pressed against the wall and he pounded into you over and over again. His growls flooded your ears.

He reached around and started playing with your clit as he continued to mount you. You felt your walls constricting against his cock. You couldn't think of a single coherent thought. This was all too much for you to handle. He was hitting all the right spots in you.

"You look soooo good when you're braindead for me, my Dear."

You whimpered lightly in response, feeling your knees buckle from underneath you as the pleasure was way too overwhelming. His thrusts started to get sloppier until he eventually emptied himself out into you.

He pulled out, letting go of your throat, and you collapsed to the floor, feeling like a useless fuckdoll.

He tucked his heat back into his pants and brushed himself off, looking down at you and his work.

"What a good girl you are, little one."

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buckymorelikefuckme · 1 year

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sweet, sugar, handyman

steve rogers x bimbo reader

words: 3.9k

warnings: **18 + ONLY! MINORS DNI** smüt, light daddy d*om steve, unprotected s*ex, cr*eampie. if i missed anything pls let me know!!!

a/n: any and all mistakes are mine. feedback is encouraged & welcomed <3

part 1 ❀

It's been a few days since Steve took you out on a date. Even though he got the clear and undeniable message that you would one hundred percent be down to fuck afterward, he felt that he still wanted to wine & dine you more first. He wanted to work for it; earn it, so to speak. So when the date was done and he opened the door to the cab he hailed for you, he only kissed you goodnight. Admittedly, it did turn into a little bit of a make-out session, which only stopped because the cabbie cleared his throat pointedly.

You were absolutely not making it easy for him though. In the span of four days, you’ve made every possible innuendo when given the chance, and sometimes even said outright explicit things to him. Steve is losing his goddamn mind. He's beginning to question why he’s so hellbent on being a gentleman.

Even at work he’s not able to concentrate. He's had to restock the same shelves three times now because he keeps putting the wrong items in the wrong places.

He’s grumbling under his breath about how fucking pathetic he is when he gets a whiff of your perfume and immediately stiffens.

“Hey there, big boy.”

He has to shut his eyes at the sound of your voice. It’s just so…

“What’s a girl gotta do to get some good hardware around here, huh?”

Teasing. Your voice is sexy, no doubt, and cute in the worst way, but above all it’s teasing. Steve can hear your smile as you speak. He takes a calming breath before slowly turning to meet your siren stare. He doesn't feel any calmer when he gets a look at you.

Your hair is pulled up in a high ponytail, the ends curling upward adorably. Unsurprisingly, your makeup is beautiful, highlighting your features perfectly, and your outfit is nothing short of incredible. You’ve got a cute, little strapless sundress on—pink, of course—with tiny flowers all over, leaving your collarbones and shoulders on display. Steve’s mouth waters, his desire to bite and mark the skin rushing to the forefront of his mind.

A sweet grin spreads across your glossed lips the longer he stares at you like an idiot.

“Steve?”

He blinks, coming back to the present. “Hi,” he finally says.

You giggle. “Hi.”

He clears his throat. “What, um… What brings you here?”

“I’m looking for some tools,” you reply, putting emphasis on the last word in a way that puts Steve on guard right away.

“Well,” he starts, clinging to his sanity, “you’re certainly in the right place.”

You smirk. “Do you think I could get my hands on your tools then?”

Steve curses under his breath and you're giggling again, making him feel a confusing mix of endeared and aroused.

“Why do you do that?”

Steve does not whine. And he didn't whine just now. Nobody can prove it and nobody would believe it.

“Because you make it so easy and it's fun to see you get all flushed,” you answer honestly.

He tries to glare, but even he can tell it's weak. You step into his space, curling your fingers in the belt loops at the front of his jeans, right above his groin, peering up at him through your fluttery lashes. Suddenly, his palms are sweating.

“Steve?” you start softly. He hums in reply, not trusting his voice. “Will you come over tonight?”

“Tonight? To–for what?”

You smile innocently. “I’m not allowed to want to spend time with you?”

He swallows roughly. “N-No, you are, I just… Do I—Should I bring anything?”

You tilt your head as you pretend to think. “You're a handyman, yes?” At his hesitant nod, you grin. “Then all I need is you and your big hands.”

Ah, shit. Steve is in for some trouble, isn't he?

You lean up on your tiptoes to press a kiss to the corner of his mouth. He barely resists letting out a groan when your breasts brush his chest. Now he knows you're not wearing a bra because he can feel your nipples through your dress.

“See you later.”

“Uh huh,” he replies dazedly.

Yeah… He’s in deep shit.

Steve fiddles with the sleeves of his black henley, the cellophane encasing the bouquet of daffodils in his clammy grip crinkling noisily as he shuffles awkwardly on your doorstep. Inhale for three, exhale for three.

He knocks and waits. It only takes a moment for you to open the door. And then Steve’s stomach promptly attempts to fall out of his ass.

You're wearing a skintight, blood red mini dress, sleeveless and low cut enough to show off your ample cleavage. Your legs, toned and perfect, look positively sinful. You've got on a matching pair of strappy heels, and there, on one of your cute toes, sits a gold toe ring. Why that detail makes his heart race faster is beyond him. Your hair falls in soft waves around your face.

You're glowing as you lean your hand against the doorframe. Steve's never seen you in red before, but damn you wear it well.

“Wow,” he whispers.

You bite your lip to tamp down on your smile. “Thanks. You're pretty wow yourself.” You step aside. “Come on in, handsome.”

There's just enough space for him to squeeze past you. He gets a whiff of your perfume and, fuck, you smell divine. It's not your usual soft perfume that he's gotten used to already; it's something slightly darker, spicier. It makes his cock twitch in his jeans.

“Are those for me?” you wonder as you shut the door, gesturing at the bouquet.

“Oh,” he says, thrusting them towards you, “Um, yes. For you.”

You take them with a small smile. “Thank you. They're beautiful.”

“So are you,” Steve mumbles shyly.

He's pretty sure he notes the tiniest, pleased curl of your lips and counts it as a win.

You go about putting them in a vase, arranging them just so before placing them on the kitchen counter. Steve watches you flit about your home and something warm spreads throughout his body. When you're not flustering him and making him stumble over his words and feet, you're pretty fucking cute.

“Would you like something to drink? Wine? Water?”

“Water would be great,” he replies

He accepts the glass with a nod of thanks after you hand it to him, taking a sip then sitting it on the table beside him. You stare at each other, Steve assessing while you're happy to just look.

“Why did you invite me over?” he questions.

You shrug. “I wanted to spend time with you.”

Slowly, Steve shakes his head, walking over to you with his hands in his pockets.

“Bullshit,” he accuses. “That's not the whole reason.”

“I'm not sure what you mean,” you respond defiantly.

He backs you into the counter, hearing your light gasp and feels his lips twitch. “Don't act coy,” he admonishes. “You didn't wear this dress to sit on your couch and watch a movie.”

He trails a finger along your side, down the fabric of your dress, then toys with the hem of it. He's not sure where this burst of confidence is coming from, but he's going to go with the flow and see where it takes him.

“No, you chose to wear this to drive me crazy. You couldn't just wait a little bit longer.” Your breathing picks up, eyes becoming heavy-lidded as he speaks. “Do I need to teach you how to be patient?”

You remain silent as you hold his gaze, seemingly at a loss.

“What, no smartass remarks? That's a first. This is what you wanted, isn't it? You want me to give in and fuck you like the needy little slut you are, yeah?”

A short, choked off noise escapes you, your expression shocked, and Steve smirks in satisfaction.

“Not so fun on that side of it, huh?” he teases.

You clear your throat and try to gather yourself. “It's not that bad. Maybe you're just a pussy.”

Steve raises an eyebrow. “You're really testing me. I’m starting to think you want more than just a quick fuck. I think you might need to be bent over my knee and taught a lesson.”

“Fuck, Steve…”

You grab his hand and hurriedly walk out of the kitchen, leading him down the hall. You open a door at the end of it without stopping. Steve finds himself in your bedroom, which is just as frilly and pink as he imagined. You whirl around after you reach your bed, facing him with determination and lust in your eyes.

“I wonder if it's all talk, or if you can actually deliver,” you goad, though your voice does waver.

It's clear you're trying to get a rise out of him, and he would absolutely hate to disappoint you.

“Careful what you wish for.”

In a blink, he's got you wrapped in his arms, lips lightly grazing your neck and shoulder. Your hands fly up to squeeze his biceps as you begin squirming. He presses a whisper of a kiss to your collarbone, smiling at the way you try to push into it more. His lips trail up to your ear where he briefly tugs on your earlobe with his teeth. You whine, tilting your head back to give him more access, but he only lets his breath fan out across your skin for a moment, watching goosebumps appear before pulling back entirely.

“What—” you start, frowning, trying to pull him back to where he was.

“Do you have a safeword?”

You swallow thickly. “I like the color system.”

He nods. “What's your color now?”

“So fucking green, Steve, please just fuck me—”

“You need to learn patience,” he decides. “I'm gonna take my time, gonna explore every inch of your beautiful, sacred body, and you're going to lie there and take it like a good girl. Understood?”

You nod, but that's not what Steve wants. He grips your chin, his fingers and thumb pressing into your cheeks.

“I need to hear you say it, sweetheart. Use your words.”

You exhale shakily. “Understood.”

Steve grins, letting go. “That's a good girl.” You let out a quiet moan. “Now. Where should I begin, hm? Part of me wants to rip this dress right off of you, but another part of me doesn't want to ruin something so stunning.”

You fidget under his observation. He's sure your cheeks are warm beneath your beloved pink blush you always wear. His eyes finally settle on your collarbones, remembering earlier that day and how he wanted to mark them. Without a word, he pushes the straps of your dress down your arms. Then he runs his thumb along the jut of bone, reverent, wondering how and why he got so lucky.

He leans down and attaches his mouth to your skin, sucking and licking and biting until he's positive blood has rushed to the surface under his ministrations. Your small hands are clutching at the sides of his shirt as you moan. And damn, that's a sound he's already growing fond of.

He switches to the other side, biting a matching mark on that collarbone, then decides it's not enough and moves up to the point where your shoulder meets your neck and sucks a mark there too. By the time he's done you're panting and wriggling in a way that tells him you're searching for relief.

“Take the straps off all the way, but don't take the dress off,” he instructs. You're quick to obey and he hums, pleased, when you wait for further direction. “Such a good girl.”

You nod. “Yes.”

As a reward, he pulls down the cups of the dress, exposing your tits to the cool air of your room and watching in delight as your nipples harden. He brushes his thumbs over them, smirking when you twitch and whimper.

“Does my little slut want my mouth on her tits?” he asks as he continues playing with them.

“Yes, please,” you rush to say, “Please, daddy.”

Your mouth snaps shut with an audible click. It's clear you hadn't meant to let that slip.

He pauses, raising his eyebrows. “Daddy? Oh baby, I should've known.” You whine at his mocking tone. “Don't you worry, sweetheart, daddy will take good care of you. Sit down for me.”

Despite your embarrassment, you do as you're told and sit on your bed. Steve kneels on the floor in front of you, pulling you to the edge of the mattress so your tits are directly in his face.

“So soft. So pretty,” he murmurs, cupping them in his hands.

He takes one nipple into his mouth and you let out a high pitched whine, hands coming up to bury themselves in his hair. He gives your nipple the same treatment your collarbones received, sucking harshly and flicking his tongue back and forth. Abruptly, he shifts to the other side, not giving you a chance to catch up. You tug roughly at his hair as you push your chest closer and closer to him.

He pulls off, blowing across your spit-covered breasts, seeing you shiver and whine with a twisted sense of gratification. With a sudden urgency, he determines he needs his mouth on your pussy now. He spreads your legs and pushes up the hem of your dress at the same time. If he wasn't already on his knees, he'd have fallen to them when he sees you're not wearing panties.

“What a naughty, naughty girl,” he chides, voice gruff.

Your pussy glistens with your wetness and you start squirming as he stares.

“Please,” you gasp.

“Please what, sweetheart?” he wonders and meets your desperate gaze.

“Daddy, please, want your mouth.”

He tilts his head. “Where, baby?” You whine again, fingers twitching where they still rest in his hair. He runs his forefinger down your wet slit and you cry out. “Here? You want daddy there?”

“Yes! Please, daddy,” you beg, hips trying to meet his hand.

Steve hums. “I don't know, sweetheart. You weren't wearing any panties. Is that something good girls do?”

You whimper, brows furrowing as you bite your lip and shake your head.

“Think I’m gonna have to spank you, after all.”

“Daddy—”

“Are you gonna be a good girl or not, sweetheart? I can stop here.”

He definitely cannot, but you don't seem to be in the mindset to call his bluff. You whimper loudly.

“No, no, please, I'll be good, daddy, I promise!”

“Color?” he checks in.

“Green,” you reply, eager and breathless.

He grins. “Alright, sweetheart, up you go.”

He rises to his feet and helps you stand before taking your place on the mattress. He pats at his lap, raising an expectant brow. You only hesitate for a second, carefully draping yourself across his lap, making a small noise when you feel his erection pressing into your stomach.

“How many spanks do you think I should give you? Three? Five? Ten?”

You fist your blanket tightly. “However many daddy thinks is appropriate.”

He coos. “Look at that. You can be a good girl. I'll do five this time, okay, sweetheart?”

“Yes, daddy,” you whisper.

“Count them out for me,” he directs as he pushes your dress up past your hips, swiping his large hand over your plump ass.

He lifts his hand and brings it back down in a firm smack. With a wicked grin, he watches your ass jiggle with the impact. The only sound you let out is a small gasp.

“One,” you mutter shakily.

Each time he spanks you, he soothes the sting by softly rubbing his hand along your heated flesh.

As he lands his fifth and final spank he's almost upset to be finished. But then he pulls your ass cheek to the side and leans over to look at your dripping pussy, and his mouth waters with want.

“Five,” you whine, squirming, fists clenching and unclenching.

Steve hums. “Perfect.”

“Daddy…”

“I know, darlin’, I know,” he coos.

He maneuvers your pliant body until you're on your back, legs dangling off the edge as he makes himself comfortable between them again.

“Since you were good for me, I’ll give you a reward,” he murmurs, pushing your thighs apart and back so you're on full display for him.

You're already writhing on your bed and he hasn't even touched you properly. It makes his cock throb where it's pressing against his zipper. God, he wants to fuck you, and he fully plans on it, but he has to taste you first or he’ll go crazy.

With that thought in mind, he leans in and sucks on your clit, making you inhale sharply and arch your back. He kisses your pussy sloppily, letting your wetness coat his tongue. He groans deep in his chest; you taste unlike any other and he's on the fast-track to becoming addicted.

“Daddy,” you whine, tugging at his hair, “daddy, please, please fuck me.”

He ignores you for a moment, thrusting his tongue in and out of you, bringing his fingers down to rub messily at your clit. You cry out, a sob forcing itself out of you.

“Steve,” you plead.

Reluctantly, and with a final suck and lick, he pulls his mouth away from your delicious cunt. He stands to his full height and quickly removes his clothes, eyes never leaving your prone form. The way you're spread out is indecent, downright sinful, and the way your stare is already going glazed makes his spine tingle.

When he shoves his boxer briefs down and frees his cock, he sighs in relief. You moan at the sight of it, spreading your legs even wider.

Steve gives you a half grin, stroking himself, “Want daddy’s cock, sweetheart?” You nod, which makes him raise an eyebrow in expectance. “Words, darlin’. Use them.”

“Yes, please,” you whimper.

“Please what?” he taunts, joining you on the bed, manhandling you so that your legs are no longer hanging off.

He makes no move to finish removing your dress or your heels.

“Please, daddy,” you groan.

“Good girl,” he intones. He kisses the inside of one of your knees. “Condom.”

You lick your lips, biting them anxiously. “Can I… I wanna feel daddy’s cum drip out of me,” you whisper, your eyelids getting heavier.

“Jesus,” Steve exhales. “Are you sure? Color?”

“Green, it's green,” you assure quickly.

You're gonna be the death of him.

He pushes two fingers in your cunt without warning and you whine, long and loud enough that he wonders if your neighbors can hear. Part of him hopes they can.

“Mm, so tight with only two of my fingers inside you,” he observes, teasing, “Are you sure you can take my cock?”

“Yes,” you gasp out, “Please, daddy. Wanna feel you split me open, wanna feel full.”

He groans. “Fuck, baby. You're not just a slut, are you? You're a cockslut. A greedy one at that.”

“Yes, yeah, ‘m a cockslut,” you hurriedly agree, “your little cockslut.”

The flare of possessiveness that spreads throughout him is sudden and ignites his desires even more.

“Mine, huh? I like the sound of that.”

He teases the head of his cock along your slit, loving the way you squirm and whimper but still wait so patiently. Finally, he takes mercy on you and pushes in. Your mouth falls open on a silent moan, your eyebrows scrunching together in the sweetest way. Steve groans deep in his chest as he sinks deeper and deeper into your tight, wet heat. When his hips are flush against yours, he only waits a beat before pulling out and thrusting right back in, setting an immediate, steady rhythm that has your knees hiking higher and higher on either side of him.

You're restless with pleasure, unable to be still, head tossing from side to side, hands grappling at nothing and everything. Steve is so big inside you, hitting all the right spots, plus some you didn't even know about. A constant flow of moans, whimpers, and pleas fall from your bitten lips. A light sheen of sweat covers your neck and chest, your nipples hardened into peaks.

“God, you feel so good,” Steve grunts, watching the way his cock slides in and out of you.

You nod in agreement. “My–oh–my pussy was m-made for you,” you whine. “Fit me just right, daddy, fuck! Never… Never had anyone feel this perfect.”

“Yeah? Is daddy ruining you for everybody else?” Steve goads.

“Yes! Yes, daddy, don't want anyone else, ever, please,” you beg, hips twitching up into his next thrust.

Your heels bite into the skin on Steve’s back, but he welcomes the pain. He wants to wear your marks just as much as he wants you to wear his. He thrusts into you harder, loving the way your back arches beneath him, the way your tits bounce with the movement.

You're about a million percent sure if Steve changed the position now you'd punch him in the throat, but you're also just as sure that he knows this, if the way he's looking at you is any indication. His eyes are sparkling, lips tilted up on one side. The apples of his cheeks are pink from exertion, and it makes you bite your lip.

Steve cups his hands under your knees, pushing them up and open more, adjusting the angle of his thrusts just so and making you nearly scream.

“Oh god, oh god, oh god,” you chant, “Steve, daddy, fuck!”

He grins at your babbling, feeling you clench around him as you near your climax. He's not far behind, heat pooling in his lower abdomen quickly. He lets go of your legs, letting them drop to his sides, reaching down to hold your pussy lips open as he spits on your clit. A ragged moan comes from you at the action. Wondering how far he can push, Steve lightly slaps your clit, and fuck. You cry out and clench around him so tight he has to pause.

“Again, again, please, daddy, do that again, don't stop,” you ramble, words blurring together.

Steve does it again. And again. And again. Until you're clamping down on his cock, body locking up as your orgasm hits, your breath halting. But then you're jerking, letting out a throaty gasp, followed by long whines as you ride out what's got to be an intense high. The sight alone is enough to bring Steve to completion, grinding into you as his cock throbs and releases inside you. He groans, closing his eyes, feeling beyond sated and happy.

“Fuck,” you whisper.

Steve huffs a laugh. “Agreed.”

He looks down at you and you’re the most beautiful thing he's ever seen. Your hair is splayed out messily around your face, some pieces sticking to your clammy cheeks and forehead, the sheen of sweat making you glow in the low light of your bedroom. Your eyes are still heavy-lidded, but you're smiling in complete bliss, arms stretching above you.

“That was incredible,” you rasp. Your smile goes wonky. “Thank you, daddy.”

His cock twitches where it's still buried inside you and you giggle.

“You're a menace,” he accuses, the gentle way he brushes your hair off your face softening the accusation.

You preen. “Yep! But you like me anyway.”

Steve sighs heavily. “God help me, I do.”

#TA-DAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!#avengers fic #marvel fic #steve rogers #steve rogers fic #steve rogers x reader #steve rogers x you

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imtryingbuck · 6 months

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Remembering

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x fem!Reader

Summary: The team lose their friend (I’m bad at summaries sorry)

Word count: 2,821

Warnings: Angst. Mentions of children dying. Our poor reader gets attacked. Small mentions of suicide, being spat on

Translation: unde este femeia?-where is the woman?/oms-who/da, ea este prietena noastră- yes, she is our friend/ea este cu noi, acum ești în siguranță-she is with us, you’re now safe. If any of the translations are wrong please let me know

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It has been two weeks since the attack on the Capital. Two weeks since the Avengers got their friend back.

Y/n was taken straight to the Raft, for her own protection incase Hydra came for her. None of the team was happy about it especially Bucky who fought against the medical staff, trying to stop the SHIELD agents from taking her.

“It’s for her own safety” Fury explained, he still couldn’t believe she was alive, he didn’t believe the agent who had informed him that she was was on the street and was now working for Hydra.

“Okay well why all the guns being pointed at her?” Tony said with his arms crossed.

“For everyone’s safety”

“You’ve got a collar around her neck, two handcuffs on her wrist and cuffs on her ankles. I don’t think she’s going to get very far, do you?”

“It’s okay Tony-it’s fine I promise” Y/n spoke, Fury had to admit he hated doing this to her but he had no other option.

In them two weeks, they fought tirelessly to get her back to the tower, fought to get her pardoned - it should of been easy as they couldn’t connect her to any crimes committed by Hydra, but the government wanted her locked up as a traitor.

Ross allowed the team including Fury to go and question her at the Raft, on one condition - there be armed guards in the room.

They were led into a huge room with tiny windows, a small table and three chairs. There was armed guards lining against the wall. They had been there for 10 minutes before three locks sounded from the metal door, just as the door came open the guards stance changed, ready to shoot kind of stance.

They saw the man in charge walking in front of someone who they assumed was Y/n, who was then being flanked by three guards on either side. When they got closer the man moved aside, they all sucked in a breath at the sight of their friend handcuffed, a collar around her neck, but the worst part was the bruises littering her face and a busted lip that they could tell were fresh.

Fury reached out to her before a voice stopped him “No touching the traitor”

“She’s not a traitor” Fury snapped back.

“That’s not what her file says” Turning his head to Y/n “Sit and don’t move”

“Don’t talk to her like that” Bucky’s anger started to get the better of him.

“Oh I’m sorry, do you want to have this visit or not?”

“It’s fine. You can leave now” Fury replied.

“Remember no touching her and don’t try and pass her anything or she’ll be shot, enjoy” the man walked off chuckling to himself.

“Are you alright?” Questioned Bucky.

“I’m so sorry for what I did to yo-“

“Hey it’s fine, I’m okay, look. Now answer my question”

“I’m fine”

“What happened? Because they’re fresh bruises Birdie”

“It’s nothing”

“It’s not nothing Y/n! Who did it?” Tony says from next to Steve.

“Nothing I don’t deserve” Shifting more comfortably she sighs “Ask the questions you want to ask and you can leave”.

“You don’t deserve this Y/n!”

“Ask or I’ll get them to take me back”

Fury finally speaks after a few minutes of silence. “Okay, do you remember what happened the day we lost you?”

“I remember we was on a mission in Russia and I remember being shot and then falling and hearing voices, thinking it was you lot I-I saw faces and felt something pinching me and then waking up at Hydra’s base.”

“T-that can’t happen, Y/n we found your body and you was dead. We took you back home…”

“It wasn’t me. Hydra used a woman who could shape shift, they showed me”

“What else do you remember?” Tony asks.

“They tortured me, questioned me about my genes, t-they showed me my funeral. Then they gave me the serum and after a few months they started training me”

“Do-do you remember any missions you went on?”

“No. They always wiped my memory after I came back”

“Has any memories come back?”

“Yes”. Her head bowed and her eyes closed “I was the one that killed all those SHIELD agents”

All of them sighed in defeat. At her confession, she could be tried as a traitor, it didn’t matter if she was brainwashed or not. She had just admitted that she killed over 60 agents.

“I don’t remember any other missions. I’m sorry. I hear that you’re trying to get me freed, don’t. I belong in here”

“No you don’t! None of this is your fault!” Bucky’s voice broke.

Not listening to him, she looked directly at Fury “Lloyd was a member of Hydra, there’s many agents at the FBI that work for them and The Reapers didn’t exist because it was Hydra - the whole thing was a set up to get me. Rumlow told me that there was a deal in place between Hydra and The Facility, but when Logan got me out it pissed them off because they didn’t have me and the deal was off” Sighing, she moves the handcuffs to more of a comfortable position.

“Theres something else you need to know, the base they kept me at is in Romania. There’s children there, they’ve been injecting them with my blood. Innocent children are being killed because of me. I’m so sorry.” Looking at the guards “I’m ready to go now”.

“No no Y/n we’re not done yet” Fury stands and tries to stop her from standing.

“I’m done. Take me back”

“She’s not safe in there Fury!” Tony exclaimed as he paced back and forth in the briefing room.

“We don’t know who did it yet” Fury replied.

“Well it’s obviously the guards, we need to get her out of there” Tony’s voice rose with each word.

Shaking his head at the billionaire, “It’s safer for her in there Tony”

“No it isn’t and you know it!”

“We need to find this base and see if there are any children like Y/n said, couldn’t that help with getting her out?” Wanda ever the voice of reason.

“About that, the main reason I came here is because there is a base in Romania just like she said, you guys need to go there and check it out, I’ve already sent the coordinates to the pilot”

“When?” Steve asks.

“Pilots are ready whenever you are”.

Five hours later they were inside the base, the whole building had paperwork littering the floors, blood smeared on the walls, the horrible stench of death lingered in the air.

They searched the whole building from top to bottom for any signs of life, coming up empty until Bucky and Sam opened a door on the far end of the corridor, inside the darken room they saw seven small children huddled together in the left corner.

“It’s okay, we’re not going to hurt you” Sam says as he put his gun down. The children’s faces all contorted in confusion making Bucky repeat what Sam had said but in Romanian.

“unde este femeia?” A young boy spoke from the front.

“Oms?”

“Y/n”

“Y/n?”

“Da, ea este prietena noastră“

“ea este cu noi, acum ești în siguranță” Bucky and Sam watched as the children took careful steps towards them, Sam spoke through his comms to let the team know that they were coming out with kids.

After getting the kids on the quinjet they both made their way back into the base.

“I found a file called Little Bird, all the crimes Y/n’s ever committed for them is on here” Nat says as she opens up another link, surveillance footage after footage showing Y/n, committing crime and crime, more worse than the previous.

“Download everything to do with Y/n and we’ll show Fury, Buck Sam said something about the kids knowing Y/-Buck?” Sam laughs at Steve’s facial expression when he realises that Bucky’s not in the room with them.

“Left corridor, right at the end”

“She carved her name into the wall just so she wouldn’t forget” Bucky says without looking to see who was behind him. “She also wrote how many days she was here, she probably lost count after day 327” Turning to face his oldest friend with tears rolling down his face. “Steve, day 327 I lit a candle in her room to keep it smelling the way it always did. For 327 days we cried and mourned her whe-when she was here all along, alone and terrified. I should of done more Stevie, I shou-should of known she was still alive”

“Buck it’s not your fault! It’s not our fault either, we all watched her die. We couldn’t of known Buck so stop trying to blame yourself”

“I need to tell you something”

“Anything pal, you know this”

“17 years ago when I was still under Hydra’s control…I was sent on a mission to kill this girl, I get to her location bu-but I couldn’t go through with it. I remember her smile as clear as day, she was with an older man - laughing about who knows what but her smile Stevie” For the first time in over two weeks Steve watches his friend smile at a memory he wishes he could see. “I left and was punished for not completing the mission. It was Y/n, she was the girl. The exact same smile when I first met her-“

“Buck…”

“I never told her. I just couldn’t you know? And the worst part is Steve, if I could go back in time and do it over again, I wouldn’t. For my own selfish needs I wouldn’t stop the pain she would have to go through for six years. I would let her go through all the pain and suffering because I’m selfish!”

“You’re not selfish Bucky! You love her, you always have and you always will. I’m glad you didn’t do it 17 years ago either because I wouldn’t have met her, I wouldn’t have had a great friend, she’s the only person who ever treat me as Steve and not America’s puppet. It’s okay to be selfish sometimes Buck”

“We agree, with Steve I mean” Both men turn to face the team who were standing in the doorway.

“It’s not your fault tin-Bucky, none of this is” Tony corrects himself.

“I’m pretty sure she’d do it all ove-“.

Wanda gets cut off by Fury’s voice through their comms “You need to get back to the Tower now”

“What’s goin-“

“Now!”

They are looked equally confused by Fury’s tone and demand, but complied nonetheless.

After the children were taken away by the medical staff, FRIDAY let them know to go straight into the briefing room - where Fury, Maria, Ross sat waiting.

“What’s going on?” Steve asks, looking at all three people.

“Y/n’s been attacked in the Raft” Fury speaks solemnly.

“W-what? Who by? When?”

“Late last night”

“And you’re only telling us this now?”

“We only found out an hour before I told you to get back!”

“Where is she?” Tony questioned.

“Still there…” Ross speaks up from the end of the table.

“You’ve got to be joking right? She gets attacked and she’s still there?”

“We have to wait for the President to sign the paperwork agreeing to have her moved to a hospital, a lot of armed guards are going to be needed”

“Who attacked her?” Bucky asks.

“We don’t know”

“How bad is it?”

“We don’t know, but bad enough for the prick in charge to let us know about it happening”

Just as Bucky was about to open his mouth an agent came running in “Sir, this is straight from the President” Handing over a piece of paper to Ross, who then squeezes his eyes shut.

“What does it say Ross?”

“He’s not allowing her to be moved”.

Chaos. Chaos is the best way to describe what happened next. Everyone shouting, Tony even picked up a chair and threw it through one of the windows.

“He can’t do this!” Fury shouted.

“He’s the President of the United States Fury! He also believes she’s a traitor. He’s also not allowing her to have any more visitors”

“She’s going to die in there Ross!”

“I know, I know. Now if everyone calmly collects themselves and follow me I have a plan.”

She had managed to find a more comfortable position to finally fall asleep, which wasn’t easy to do on cold concrete flooring. Now matter which way she turned the collar dug in her neck causing her to wince at the pain. The handcuffs weren’t helping either.

Hearing the now familiar locks clicking on her door, she sat up and scooted into the corner.

“You’ve got special visitors” One of the guards said “Get up traitor”

Standing up on shaky legs, she waited for her next instructions, which didn’t come as the guard gripped the cuff link and pulled her roughly. Bare feet digging slightly into the metal grates of the walkway as she tried to keep up with the guards.

“Get in there” His rough voice echoed through the empty corridor, her heart pounded in her chest as this wasn’t the same place she was taken to when Fury and the team had been to see her.

“Whe-“ She gets cut off as she gets pushed into the room.

In the windowless room there was no chairs or table, there was nothing other than 8 men standing there.

“You’ve got two hours boys. Make sure you don’t kill her or the warden will be pissed plus she’s got more special visitors tomorrow” The guard chuckled before he closed the door.

“The most respected agent of SHIELD you was, hell I even looked up to you. And now you’re a murderer and a traitor!” A tall man with dark hair, whose eyes burned with hatred.

“So here’s what we’re going to do, each one of us is going to take a turn beating the shit out of you and your gonna be a good little girl and take it, understand?” The only blonde man spoke.

“Understand?” The first one spoke again.

Nodding her head, she watched them move around each other and waited for the first blow to come.

The punches and kicks just wouldn’t stop, she couldn’t even fight back due to the collar and handcuffs. Despite her whole entire body screaming and throbbing in pain she refused to let one sound slip from her now busted and swollen lips. All she repeated in her head like a mantra was that ‘she deserved this and more’, everyone was right, she was a traitor and no not because she wanted to but because she didn’t end her life before Hydra had a chance to turn her into a monster. She betrayed every single thing she stood for, everything she believed in, she betrayed herself and SHIELD. But most importantly she betrayed The Avengers, her family.

Knowing that they watched her ‘die’ broke her heart, when she watched her funeral, - Rumlow using it to break her - she put a shaky hand to theirs faces on the small grainy tv screen, trying to send them comfort despite where she was and what she was going through. She didn’t mean to hurt them, of course she didn’t want to but it wasn’t something that she had no control over.

If laying on the cold, dingy floor taking punch after punch, kick after kick was to make up for the pain she caused her family to go through, she’ll happily do it until her last breath.

“Times up fellas” The guard came into the room “I gave you an extra 15 minu- you did a right number on her, didn’t you lads” He chuckled at the sight of her.

“Just give me one more minute with her, I just need to say one last thing”

“Sure thing just make it quick”

As the men walked out they spat on her one by one, and when the door closed the last man picked her up by her hair. “That was for all the agents you killed, my brother was one of them! I had to tell our parents that he wasn’t coming home anymore. I promised my ma I would get the person who did this, best 300 bucks I’ve ever spent - oh sweetheart, didn’t you know that the wardens charging people to have their way with you, you’re not big and scary now are you?” He chuckled just before he spat right in her face and dropping her.

The guard comes back in and takes her back to her cell. “Sweet dreams Little Bird” is what he says to her before locking the door.

After the third day, her face was unrecognisable. Her prayers for death weren’t being answered.

Tags: @unaxv @sapphirebarnes @bethexo07 @doublebassallie @vicmc624 @cyberficlya @elijahssuit @learisa @wasffginc

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everettswritings · 3 months

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https://www.tumblr.com/everettswritings/740809548342951936/oh-my-god-everett-making-a-contribution-to-the?source=share

I loved this...also why can't I help but think: "God forbid he meets a Lee who just melts at teases or teases are their big weakness...aaaalso God forbid he meets someone with a ticklish tummy since I'm sure he'd 'eat' the tummy"

I couldn’t come up with a picture for this like I normally do for my fics and stuff, but this is too good not to answer or post! Thank you for these marvelous ideas. Also, this is gonna be an “x reader” thing because yeah

You can’t exactly recall when it started, or how it started; but at some point Shadow Milk Cookie sucked you right into his games. It’s impossible to tell why he even started these torture sessions, but the one thing that is for sure is that he’s not letting up any time soon.

While you were going about your day like normal, everything was interrupted by that cursed jester as he announced his presence with a loud gasp: “Oh my goodness! Is that who I think it is? It is! Y/N Cookie, my FAVORITE LEE!” He said in his usual shrill voice, making sure to emphasize that you were the lee in this “relationship”. With a jingle and a jangle, he quickly pinned you down and started tickling you all over, his fingers darting around everywhere imaginable. All over your ribs, sides, armpits, and even giving an occasional squeeze on your hips! You couldn’t help it, you burst out laughing the moment they began to poke and prod all over your body, you didn’t even notice that he was intentionally avoiding your stomach. He grinned as you squirmed against his grip and laughed at his touch, “Awww! Is my favorite lee enjoying this?” He said. He always knew how to make you completely melt with the teasing, he grinned wickedly as he continued to talk your ears off with teasing words.

“Ooh, you’re so ticklish there Y/N Cookie! How about here? Or here”

“Oh, that makes you laugh so much! Let me do it again!”

“Kitchy kitchy koo, you adorable lee you!”

For a few minutes, it was nothing but that. He did nothing but tickle you all over while talking your ears off, by the time he stopped you were nothing but a blushing and flustered mess. You look up at him with glazed over eyes, still panting from laughing so much, “Is it over yet?” You asked innocently to which the jester replied with a cheeky grin “Yes it is, but I’m SO hungry! Mind if I… have a snack?”. Your eyes widened when you realized what he was about to do, “No! No, no, no! Please no!” You begged hopelessly, your voice cracked a bit; however, the jester grinned in response and slowly leaned his head towards your stomach.

Your begging and pleads for him to stop were quickly cut off by screams of laughter, what he was doing now was far worse than before. He was eating your stomach! His lips grazed against the skin of your belly, sending ticklish shockwaves all throughout your entire nervous system, and of course he HAD to accompany it all with a series of “om nom nom”s. He continued this for a while, occasionally stopping to say things like “Your tummy is SOOO tasty, Y/N Cookie!” Or “Such a delicious snack!”; meanwhile, you were completely melting as you could do nothing but helplessly laugh and blush at all of this. You poor soul.

End of fic

Also, side note: I can’t believe that this is the first ever actual fic I post on this account, but I guess it’s something

#everetts writings #cr kingdom #crk #cookie run kingdom #crk x reader #shadow milk cookie #shadow milk cookie x reader #tickle fic #sfw tickling community #cookie run tickle

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milaisreading · 7 months

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what if crossdresser! reader got her period while in blue lock!! 😱

Maybe either during first selection or time around pre U-20 match??

🌱🩷: Heavy projection here with my own period. Thanks for the request 🩷

Warnings: Reader uses she/her. In the story the boys will be using he/him when addressing Yn. Requests for this series are open.

⚽️Blue Lock belongs to Muneyuki Kaneshiro and Yusuke Nomura ⚽️

Masterlist to this series

Karasu prides himself as someone who is very observant and keen about his surroundings, so when he saw his roommate, and teammate, curled up in her bed with a pained look on her face, he knew something must have happened.

The morning had started off as any other, (Y/n) had woken up first and took a shower while Karasu was trying to wake himself up, and after that, he did his morning routine. The duo went to eat breakfast after that, and (Y/n) decided to join (got dragged to) Yukimiya, Otoya, and Karasu's table. Neither of the 3 boys noticed at that time that something was off with (Y/n), neither noticed the slight frown on her face, the wincing when she would sneeze, or how she would clutch her stomach at some points.

Alarm bells only started to ring in the trio as (Y/n) declined the offer of practicing with them and even refused to eat some of the food Yukimiya offered her. The boys decided to say nothing back then, thinking it was just an off day.

"Everyone has those." Otoya tried to reason as the trio watched (Y/n) walk out of the dining hall and to look for Anri.

"Wonder why he needs to talk with Teieri-san. He barely seeks her or even Ego-san out." Karasu narrowed his eyes, but decided not to say anything for now. For the rest of the day the trio just practiced and would give vague answers to anyone who would ask about (Y/n) or where she was.

Karasu did think he was at ease when he returned to his room, only to go into full blown panic when he saw (Y/n) om her bed, curled up, and a few tears sliding down her face.

"What happened?! Did someone say something to you?!" Karasu asked, running up to her bed.

"W-what? No... it's nothing, I am just-" She groaned and immediately jumped up, running into the bathroom and locking it right after. Karasu watched in panic as it all happened, and he grew even more anxious as he heard (Y/n) throwing up. Wasting no time, the boy ran out of the room to look for Yukimiya and Otoya.

'Maybe they could help!' He thought as he looked for their room.

So, in short, that's what got Karasu and the other two in this position. Watching as their teammate was curled up on her bed and ignoring the rest.

"I know what might help!" Otoya suddenly exclaimed as the other two looked at him in suspicion.

"And that would be?" Yukimiya raised an eyebrow.

"Cuddling! Come here, (Y/n)-"

"No!" Karasu and Yukimiya glared at Otoya, who pouted as the two jumped between the bed and him.

"Can you three keep it quiet, please?" (Y/n) questioned as she put the covers over her head, causing the trio to look at her in sympathy.

"Are you doing ok? Do you need something? Food?" Karasu started.

"Medicine? Do you want me to bring you one of my pillows?" Yukimiya added in.

"My love?-"

"Otoya, shut up!" The two glared, then looked back at (Y/n).

"I just don't feel well right now. Don't worry too much." She winced again. The three boys watched her silently for a moment, then jumped up as (Y/n) got out of the bed and ran to the bathroom again. Yukimiya and Karasu quickly ran after her, only to witness their teammate throwing up again.

"Otoya! Get Ego-san or Teieri-san!" Karasu yelled as he went over to her, and Yukimiya ran out to get some water bottles.

"Teieri-san, (Y/n) is dying!"

"Can you stop being dramatic?!" Karasu yelled as Otoya ran out, then went back to holding (Y/n)'s hair back.

'I hate periods...' She thought.

Anri sweat dropped as Otoya explained the situation to her, while Ego held back a laughter.

"Why are you laughing?! Someone is dying!" Otoya yelled at Ego as Anri tried to calm him down.

"Don't worry, Otoya. (Y/n) is fine, just a little... sick. I will be right there with the medicine."

"You already know what's going on?" Otoya asked the woman, who simply nodded her head.

"Yeah, (Y/n) already came to me this morning to tell us why he can't practice tomorrow."

After a few days, (Y/n) finally recovered from her period crambs and was able to play normally again... or as far as she could.

"Karasu, why are you staring at me?" She wondered, a little unnerved at his stare.

'Did he figure out I am a girl?!'

"Just making sure you don't get injured." The boy said, moving a little closer to her form.

"What? From what will I be injured?"

"Hey, (Y/n), how are you doing today?" Otoya asked as him and Yukimiya approached the duo.

"I am fine. Still a little nauseous, but fine-"

"Well, that's a perfect call for you to sit down and have some water." Yukimiya interrupted her, dragging her to the nearby bench.

"What? No, I am fine-"

"We can't have you dying like a few days ago. Just sit down and relax." Otoya interrupted her as Karasu went to get a water bottle.

"Dying?!" She questioned.

"Hush! Too much stress won't be good for you." (Y/n) blinked a few times as question marks surrounded her head.

'Why do they think I am dying?'

#bllk #blue lock anime #blue lock manga #blue lock x reader #bllk x reader #karasu tabito #yukimiya kenyu #otoya eita #crossdressing #blue lock requests #karasu tabito x reader #yukimiya x reader #otoya eita x reader

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jams-sims · 10 months

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I wrote a whole ass essay for Philza now Im gonna do it for Jaiden. In defense of the lack of content with Jaiden in it (real quick). Being an old goat of fandoms I can explain it (don't worry this won't take long and also it plays into her character's overarching narrative of a grieving mother.) Plain in simple women in Minecraft are notorious for getting shit on by the collective fandom. (Everyone has to take part in making sure that it stops happening.) She is mainly a YouTuber which makes a dissonance between mainly youtube viewers and Twitch watchers. So it's harder to catch her just because you have to go to another site. Also, she doesn't stream as often as everyone else. This makes for a lack of content, just because Jaiden is just a low-key person. This is the recipes for a lack of content BUT that does not excuse people who are being weird to her or think she's in the way of any ships etc etc.

BUT

Narratively speaking all of those things above make for perfect storytelling. (below the cut I go deep into Jaiden character I mean I go DEEP)

Even though Jaiden has the support of the whole island. At the end of the day- she goes back to that same house. Climbs to the very top and she fall asleep on the chair facing the sunset. This means that everyone else has moved on, especially Roier. She is forever stuck in that same place.

I can't be the only one who noticed every single stream, she logs out at the house. BY HERSELF (I think Roier built? Someone corrects me if I'm wrong.) It's so subtle that you wouldn't even notice it at first.

When asked where she was living by Etolies. She doesnt say her and roier house, she doesn't even say where bobby use to live. She specifically says " I am squating in Roier old house". She puts herself on the outskirts of what is further from the truth. Shes not squating in roier house im 100% sure Roier shares everything with her. It is her home too!

Next when it came to the marriage between cellbit and Roier. She was surprised that she was even invite. Its as if as soon as Bobby died all her friendships and relationships died with him. No matter how many people are around her she has this ice wall of isolation and deep lonely-ness.

Her grieiving is less theratical than Charlies its so sudtle that you can miss it. While Roier throw himself into drink and into a relationship. (Which has admitedly worked out in his favor. He gets a husband a new son, a world of love. Something that can lessen the sting of Bobbys death.)

Jaiden on the other hand threw herself into a a impossible task, "protect the eggs." She doesn't know anything about any group or fractions. That is her only wish and the federation saw that and picked her to use. She has nothing everyone else has seemingly moved on of course. They haven't stopped investigating but they death of Bobby mostly everyone has moved on. Besides Jaiden this is her driving force so no one will suffer like she did. (on a side note her and Charlie should team up for lore and to both work for the federations.)

ITS PREFECT! Oh are you greiving has everyone else seemingly moved on? Your friendly neighborhood bear has a book full of instructions. Don't think, I'll guide you.

Before it fell apart the federation was going to secretly use Jaiden and she was going to do everything alone. But because Jaiden can't keep a secret to save her life. This leads to everyone realizing how at risk Jaiden is at being used. They are all with her in an instant. But part of her character is now that she sides with the Fedration and no one sees it yet. While everyone else think they are the bad guy. Her story is shifting because cucurucho is there, because cucurucho is nice to her, because Jaiden is cucurucho favorite.

She is being drawn in whether she knows it or not to be om their side. Think of it this way-

Fit is team: Spy thats off the island

Cellbit and Crew are team: AntiFederation

Jaiden the one that is left alone is the perfect choice to slowly pull her onto the federation side. It's perfect! The self isolation, the want to connect but feeling like she can't. It would be so easy for someone to take advantage of that.

#qsmp jaiden #qsmp #jaiden animations #qsmp cucurucho

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lancermylove · 8 months

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Trauma (HC)

Fandom: Obey Me

Pairing: Demon Brothers x gn!Reader

Warning: SA trigger

Requested by: Anon

Prompt: OM headcanons for an MC who was SA by a family member just a few hours before being summoned to devildom? Maybe Mc is quiet and shaken for the next couple months?

A/N: Sorry for taking this long to write this, anon! Thank you for your patience. 💖

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Lucifer knew immediately that something had happened to you before you came to Devildom. At first, he thought to give you space, but when he noticed you hadn't said anything for months and avoided others, he decided to reach out to you.

Even when he asked if you were okay, you remained silent. Nothing he said reached you until he stepped closer, and you backed away quickly.

Lucifer noticed your breath growing heavy, your body shaking, and your eyes as wide as possible. That was all he needed to know what exactly had happened to you.

He took a few steps back, putting more distance between you and him. Lucifer said in a soft voice he rarely used, "I have no intention to harm you. If anyone attempts to harm you, I will be your shield. Know that you are not alone, (y/n)."

His words were enough to bring tears to your eyes, and as you sobbed your heart out, Lucifer quietly watched you with a gentle gaze.

If you permit him, he will embrace you gently and protectively.

Mammon thought you were shaken because you were taken from your world and forced to come to Devildom; moreover, you were face-to-face with demons.

But then, he noticed that you were quiet and still shaken. His mind told him you were still scared of being in Devildom, while his heart said something was wrong.

In an attempt to be friendly with you, he slung an arm around your shoulders, but before he could say anything, you screamed, pushed his arm off, and backed away. Your back was pressed firmly against the wall as you trembled and stared at him with teary, wide eyes.

Initially, Mammon was speechless, but your tears tugged at his heartstrings. He raised his hands in defense and whispered an apology, "I ain't tryin' to hurt ya. S-Sorry...I...um...are ya ok? Did somethin' happen to ya? Did someone try to hurt ya in Devildom?"

In response, you lowered your head and stayed quiet.

"I ain't gonna hurt ya. Since you came to Devildom, you ain't been talkin' to no one. You also look sad...and I just wanna be there for ya, y'know? I wanna see you smile." His voice held sincerity and kindness. "Will ya lemme make ya smile? And if I can't make ya smile...you can hang me upside down from the ceiling."

Every day after that, Mammon will try to make you smile while maintaining a respectful distance from you. Even if you tell him to leave, he won't stop, as he truly wants to be your friend and see you happy.

Initially, Levi assumed you were like him - an introvert put in a very uncomfortable position by being dragged out of their room to an unknown place filled with demons. On top of that, you were forced to communicate with them.

Levi wasn't sure what he could do or say to get you to talk to him, but he took a chance to approach you when you were sitting alone in the planetarium. Unlike his brothers, he kept his distance from you.

The two of you sat in silence for a while until Levi began to talk about his past in a quiet, shaky voice. He wasn't sure why he was sharing his past with you and was uncomfortable doing so, but something in his heart told him to. He told you about his struggles in the Celestial Realm, during their fall, and his time in Devildom.

"I don't normally share this with anyone...especially normies. If you want to share anything with me, I will listen. Don't worry, I won't judge you...and if you don't want to say anything, that's okay too." Levi softly said. "When I am sad...there's one thing I always want to hear, but no one says it to me. So, today, I'll say it to you: I'm here for you."

If you open up to Levi, he will listen to every word without judging, but he will be angry at the person responsible for hurting you. If you choose to stay silent, Levi will be a little hurt but will respect your decision. He will give you the passwords to his room's door so you can visit him if you feel like it.

One look is enough for Satan to tell you something happened to you before you came to Devildom. He didn't care to know at first as you were nothing more than a stranger to him.

But the more he saw you struggling, the more Satan wanted to ask you what was wrong. He knew better than to walk up to you and ask you directly.

Satan slowly approached you when you were sitting on the steps outside of the House of Lamentation and put two kittens close to your feet. As you watched the kittens play with your shoes, Satan sat down beside you with a decent distance between your bodies.

"When I am sad or angry, kittens and cats help me calm down. I hope they have the same calming effect on you." His tone was normal, but his voice had a hidden softness. "You have the right to be upset with us, rather with Diavolo and Lucifer for bringing you to Devildom without consent. We may be demons, but we aren't that demonic. We can understand emotions, suffering, and pain...and I can tell you have been in immense pain since the day you came to Devildom. I won't ask you to tell me what happened, but if you want to share anything with me, I will listen and believe every word you say. I will not judge or jump to conclusions."

Satan offered you a warm smile before continuing, "If you don't want to talk, that's fine too, but don't continue to suffer alone. It will only hurt you more."

If you pour your heart out, Satan will comfort you verbally and even hug you if you ask. If you decide to stay silent, Satan will talk to you daily to see if he can alleviate even a little bit of your pain.

Asmo noticed your shaken behavior immediately and approached you the first moment he found you alone. He asked if you were okay, but when you avoided him and ran away like he was a scary monster, Asmo was shocked.

At first, he was upset with you for not noticing his beauty and treating him like a scary monster. Then, he started paying close attention to your behavior and realized that you behaved this way with everyone. Finally, it dawned on him that something might have happened to you, and considering you didn't like anyone coming close to you, he figured it had to do with something physical.

It didn't take long for Asmo to figure out what could have happened. He was deeply disturbed by the thought of someone touching you against your will and wanted to comfort you however he could.

"Sweetie, wait, please don't run. I am not here to hurt you...please believe me when I say I am not a monster." Asmo's voice was sweet and soothing. "Whatever happened...it was not your fault...and you didn't deserve it. I want to help you in any way I can, so will you please put some trust in me?"

Asmo holds his hand out to you to show he is trustworthy and his touch is not harmful. If you take his hand, he will gently hold your hand in his and stroke the back of your hand with his other hand. Whatever you want him to do, he will happily do for you. If you can't trust him, he will try again and continue trying until you can open up to him.

When Beel saw your shaken state, he felt uneasy. He didn't say anything or approach you, but as more time passed, Beel had the urge to give you a protective hug.

He followed his instincts without taking anything else into consideration. So when you pushed him away and ran to the other side of the room, Beel was shocked and hurt. He couldn't understand why you were scared of him, or did you just not like him?

"I...am sorry. Am I scary? Um...I am not bad, I promise. (Y/n), you have been sad since the day you came to Devildom, and I just wanted to hug you to make you feel better." His voice was genuine and innocent. "I needed to ask for your permission before hugging you. You are now part of the House of Lamentation, and since my family lives here, that makes you part of my family. I don't like seeing my family members sad or hurting."

Beel carefully took a step closer to you and gave you the most serious and sincere expression he could.

"I will do anything to protect my family, including you, (y/n). I will protect you from pain and harm from now on. I will also share my food and snacks with you...I will do whatever it takes to make you happy."

Beel held his arms out before asking sweetly, "Can you give me permission to hug you?"

Beel will envelop you in his warmth and hold you protectively against his chest if you run into his embrace. If you don't hug him, he will be heartbroken, but that won't stop him from trying again another day.

Belphie noticed you were shaken but felt he would be nosy if he asked what happened to you. So, he chose to ignore the words of his heart and mind. He ignored your behavior most of the time as he was asleep.

But when his brothers talked about how quiet you were and how you seemed shaken by something, Belphie's curiosity grew.

As he approached you in the planetarium, he saw how exhausted you looked and figured you hadn't been getting much sleep. Every sign he picked up on stated that you had experienced an unforgettable trauma.

At first, he only spoke to you, but since Belphie was hellbent on figuring out what happened, he intensely observed your reaction to his words and actions. The moment he saw you flinch when he slid his hand closer to your hand on the planetarium bench, Belphie could guess what had happened.

He immediately withdrew his hand away from you as he searched for the right words to say to you. "I am sorry for what happened to you. We probably made your situation worse by bringing you to an unknown place and telling you that you will stay here for the year. I will be honest with you...I am not good with words or emotions to a certain extent...but (y/n), I am here for you if you want to talk or spend time together. Anything you tell me, I will keep to myself. You don't have to fight alone. We are here for you. I am here for you. Always remember that."

Belphie doesn't push you in any way and gives you space. If you approach him with your pain, he will help to alleviate it in any way he can. If you stay away from him, he watches you from a distance to see how you are doing. He will approach you once in a while to talk to you and try to divert your mind from your trauma, even if for a moment.

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Here are 100 random quotes from Beelzebub!

Sourced from the OM! Wiki, chats, devilgram, screenshots I found, etc. I made this list to help with studying to write the characters in character. (Not really proofread, sorry if there are mistakes. Also, there may be spoilers. If so, they're minor spoilers)

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“You look tasty.”

“*sniff* *sniff* You smell good.”

“I'm fine. I'm sure it'll go away. It's nothing new. Whenever Belphie gets sad, I get sad, too. That's probably what's happening now.”

“ Sorry, that was a really strange question to ask, wasn't it? Forget I said anything.”

“Cool, this works.”

“Huh? This is an interesting feeling. I'm finding it hard to relax.”

“I'm hungry, but I feel like another part of me is full.”

“It looks like someone's having fun. I'm glad.”

“So. hungry... You look delicious.”

“That tickles.”

“You are what you eat. You know what that means, right?”

“You can touch me. I don't mind.”

“Yeah. Tie it nice and tight, okay?”

“Standing watch at the gates means being ready for anything. So, I'm going to do some combat training like this.”

“Oh, hey. Perfect timing. I was hoping you'd spar with me.”

“I want to poke his cheek, too…”

“..This feels..really close, huh?”

“It's all because of the custard.”

“That's the spirit! Nice form, MC.”

“Great! You did it, MC! Not many people get it on their first try. That was amazing.”

“The light's turning the sea orange. It's like waves of delicious orange juice are rolling onto the beach.”

“Can I hold your hand...?”

“I don't know... Either way, I'm heading to the kitchen.”

“…I take it this means we're heading for something much more intimate than just partners in crime… One thing's for sure, MC... You and I are going to be amazing together.”

“I want you to film me while working out. If my form's not right, I won't be able to work the right muscle groups the way I want to. It shouldn't be tough getting here. Just ask somebody out on the street for directions.”

“I'm not constantly eating all the time. I'm only constantly eating sometimes. There's a big difference.”

“It said that in the human world, lovers who don't kiss at least once a day are destined to break up. Is that true?”

“I'm glad you mentioned something besides how much I eat. Thanks.”

“But there's no way that I'lI ever forget what you did for me then. And if you or MC are ever in trouble, I'll be there for you. Next time, l'll be the one saving you.”

“I'II protect you if something happens. Don't worry.”

“If that will make you smile… Heh, good. You smiled. I want to see your smile more. I would do anything if it means I get to see you smile like that.”

“Were you lonely? Don't be mad.”

“My face feels like it's on fire. I hope I can cool down before we get to class.”

“I’m going to take you as my hostage, MC. I don't want the Fallen Angel's Tear anymore. I've decided to rob you of MC here instead.”

“Take care, MC. We'll meet again...before my stomach growls.”

“Could I nibble on you just a bit? Just a taste.”

“What's that? Some sort of dessert?”

“The more I think about it, the more I start drooling.”

“The cookies I was saving in my pocket for later... All that's left are crumbs.”

“That explosion sent whipped cream flying everywhere. It's all over you too, MC. You're covered in it from head to toe. ...Which actually makes you look even more delicious than you did before. I was trying so hard to resist the urge to nibble. But now that I see you standing in front of me covered in delicious whipped cream, I... I…”

“It's just too much to handle! First things first, we've got to do something about all of the whipped cream you've got on you. Otherwise there's no telling when I might lose control and just...”

“Your lips? MC, it almost sounds like you want me to give in to these urges... Still, your lips look so soft... How can I say no? ..See? I knew it. They are soft. And sweet. It makes it really hard to stop. It's like...I can't get enough of you…”

“…Sorry. I was trying to stop you from falling…but we both ended up falling.”

“Are you comforting me..with a kiss on my cheek? Thank you, MC.”

“…I admit it. I'm jealous of the people who get close to you, MC.”

“This is so embarrassing.”

“You're so weird. But, thanks.”

“My feelings are still a mess... Can I hold you, MC?”

“You know, I was just thinking I was hungry. Come here, l'm going to take a few bites out of you two.”

“‘Do not eat’… It says ‘Do not eat.’ ‘Do not eat’…That's what it says...

“Don't blame me if the contents of these pages keep you up at night.”

“*gulp*... Whoops. I may have just, um...eaten that entire book…”

“You really are... Hm. I don't know how to say it. Mysterious? Strange? Incredible?”

“Do you want to sleep next to me? Not that I mind. But if there's something else you want, don't hesitate to say so.”

“Fun? No, no time for fun. This is about getting candy. This is war.”

“I… can't take it anymore. This is your fault. Your blood smells so good... Too good...”

“You want me to feed you? It's really sweet. Here... *munch* Oh, whoops. I didn't mean to eat that. Let me try again... Don't pout, I'lI be careful this time.”

“Pancakes!”

“Check out those buns!”

“I've put him in a sleeping bag for easy transport, so someone else can drag him along.”

“Yeah. He's just lost faith in humanity more than usual, that's all.”

“…You're so warm--inside and out.”

“He fell asleep hanging from the bar...? That's some grip.”

“Qu-Quit it, MC! Th-That tickles...! Hahaha! Stop…! Okay...okay. I promise to stop tickling you. Just no more tickling me back, please!”

“It's a little embarrassing holding you this close. You can probably hear my heart beating. But, it does make me feel happy.”

“It's really nice to see that my workouts are paying off. And now you can count on me to carry even heavier stuff. It'll be good training.”

“I'm working out in my room right now. Something welled up within me, and I got the sudden energy to lift 10 times as hard. I can't do all the stuff I want to unless I have a spotter, though. That's why I want you to come here and be my workout partner. Oh yeah, I'll be hungry from lifting, so can you bring some food with you as well?”

“...I don't know what happened in there, but whatever it was really messed with Belphie... I'm not letting that thing get away with this.”

“You bet. I'm going to destroy that bogeyman.”

“When push comes to shove, I know they've always got my back. My family is what drives me. Wanting to keep them safe makes me strong. I'm going to have to work harder at protecting them from here on out.”

“Hup...! Hah! ...Heads up!”

“You'll always be the only one on my mind. ...Okay, you and tasty treats.”

“You sure have been paying attention, huh? I'm always looking at you, too. But, now l'll be watching you even more, so that I can draw you from memory.”

“Use my power, MC. My power is yours to command. Everything I do, do for you and for Belphie! Evil spirit, sinister and foul! In the name of Beelzebub, Avatar of Gluttony ...be gone!”

“It's strange. Normally when I'm hungry, I'd be going into a rampage right now.”

“Calm down, Levi. That cake just fell into my mouth by accident, that's—“

“You're the only one who will always have my attention, MC, now and forever.”

“Thank you. This candy tastes like the Destroyed Devil Burger I wanted but was sold out. Is this your way of letting me try it? You don't know how happy this makes me.”

“*munch* *nom* Sorry, I ate it before I could say thanks. It was great. I appreciate it.”

“Don't barge in on my mealtime.”

“I just might eat you from the head down. ...You don't seem that delicious though.”

“You don't want to see me angry. I'll just get even MORE hungry.”

“Was that an earthquake? Ah, nope. Just my stomach.”

“Aahh, this is taking too long... If I die from starvation it's your fault.”

“Geez, you left me so hungry I almost ate YOU.”

“Do that all you want. I'm not giving you my food.”

“Hm, that... felt pretty good.”

“It looks...mouth-watering.”

“And...I like how touching you makes my heart speed up.”

“I can't wait to dig into some freshly grilled meat!”

“Got you! Nope. I'm turning the tables on you. ...Tickle attack!”

“Ah... Ahahaha! Wait, I- Hahahaha! Come on, give it a res--Pfft! Ahahaha!”

“...I did some of my combat training blindfolded, actually. So, this kind of brings me back.”

“I thought so. You look good. I'll buy it for you… A matching look? I've never done that before, but why not?”

“This can't be happening...say it's not happening! I'm scared…..! Please…..don't go anywhere, MC... Please, I'm begging you, don't go...”

“…I think I've calmed down a bit. I feel a lot better with you in my arms. But...this isn't fair. I'd like to also see you getting jealous of people who get close to me. I wouldn't mind. I'd like to see that side of you too.”

“Oh, I know. If I sit next to you, then you won't feel so self-conscious, right? Hang on, try lying down on the bed. Okay, good.”

“You can't even throw a pillow far enough to reach me. You should give up before you hurt yourself.”

“Open your mouth then. Say "aah" Well? Tasty, right?”

“Don't stop, MC. Kiss me more…”

Extras! (It’s hard to pick just 100 y’know?)

1. “Were you waiting for the perfect time to kiss me? That's adorable. It's my turn next.”

2. “Belphie, you've got that dead look in your eyes again.”

3. “My feelings for you won't change, not even after a thousand years...no, a million years.”

4. “It's sort of like...you're more special to me. Do you understand what I'm trying to say? ...Up to now, I always felt like I was hungry for something. I'd eat and eat and eat, but I still wasn't satisfied, so I'd eat more. But when I'm with you, it's like that hunger is suddenly gone. For once I feel strangely satisfied.”

5. “I hope I'll always have you here by my side, just like I have them. From here until…..forever. No matter how I might change in the future.”

6. “When I feel you in my arms like this, it lets me know for sure that I really am alive.”

7. “Even though as a human, your life is a lot shorter than that of us demons. And yet you still tried to save me. ...That meant a lot to me.”

8. “Where do you think you're going? Whoa, I don't think so. I'm not letting you go anywhere.”

9. “It's all right, MC. Just listen to my voice, MC. Forget about everything else...”

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obey-me-disaster · 11 months

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Hi i was wonderinf if you could make a fic about ghe om charactess reactind to MC doing sh or sum causr im in teh moos to cry rna nd i cant dind ahy good angstfisc lmqo

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A/N:Sorry for the long wait! I have decided to brake it into smaller fics for every character instead of one big fic. I will have to do separate posts for it most likely.

CW: self harm, self depricating thoughts, suicidal thoughts, starving as a self punishement/as a way to cause harm

Disclamier: This is inspired from personal experience, so I may not be able to capture the full depth of this topic or how it affects different people. I may rewrite parts of it in the future.

Lucifer x gn!MC

Mammon x gn!MC

Lucifer, Mammon x gn!MC that self harms

When the exchange program first begun MC's safety was regarded as something vital for Diavolo's plan. No one was expecting the way the human exchange student would become so beloved by so many people.

As time went on everyone was so captivated by MC that they failed to realize that they have put them on some sort of pedestal. Sure, the angel, sorcerer and the demons were observant of the way MC was acting but no one wanted to expect something bad was happening to them, especially when they were quick to reassure everyone that nothing was wrong with them.

There were times when the human would be withdrawn from everyone. Times where they looked like they have no energy left and were lost in their own world or times when they were quick to getting annoyed, wanting to be away from everyone. Excuses such as 'I am stressed because of exams' 'I have not been sleeping enough' 'Just one of those days' could only get them so far with beings older than their entire bloodline.

"I know there is something bothering them but every time I try to ask them, they always hit me with one of those lame excuses!" Huffing Mammon stops pacing around and sits on the couch.

"That's exactly why everyone gathered here today. MC is obviously hiding something from us and it has been going on for longer than it should." Placing down the tray full of snacks Simeon continued. "I would love to think we are just overthinking it and MC is fine, but it has become clear that's not the case."

Shifting uncomfortably in his seat Leviathan decided to join the conversation. "MC also stopped joining me for our gaming nights. They were always looking forward to our nights but now every time I ask them to join me, they just dismiss me.." the last part was barely above a whisper.

"Levi does make a point. MC's mood changes have become more frequent and their body language has also changed. It's like they're trying to hide their body from us." Satan tried to make heads of the whole situation. "We could rule out the attack from another demon. They don't smell of blood and their body doesn't seem to be affected by a wound."

While Satan was mumbling to himself, everyone was thinking of MC's behavior, anything that could give them a clue on what's wrong with them.

"If I stay and think about it, they are also refusing to eat as much as they used to, even when they are clearly hungry. I have left some snacks for them so they won't get hungry, but I don't know if MC ever ate them or not." Beel tried to recall all the times MC refused to eat, but just thinking about it made him lose all his appetite.

"Now that we're putting together all of these 'new' habits of MC makes it clear that there is something going on." Diavolo ran a hand through his hair as he sighed. "Solomon, you're the only other human in the whole exchange, maybe you have a better idea of what's happening to them..."

All eyes turned towards the sorcerer, waiting for a response that would help them understand the whole situation. "I actually may suspect something but none of you will like it.." Solomon waited to see if any of them would make a comment, but when that didn't happen he continued on with his explanation.

"As Satan said, their body language has changed and they are trying to cover their body more. The idea of an attack or a curse can be ruled since that would have been observed by now." Everyone nodded, everything he said up until that point was already established. "I am not gonna beat around the bush but I think they may be self harming in some kind of capacity. It's not to the point where it draws blood so we can rule out any kind of cutting. It still doesn't make the situation good but there is at least that..."

"Now what?! We can't let then continue, can we??" Mammon snapped at them out of frustration over the situation. "Going over to MC to confront them about the whole situation won't help them either." Lucifer said as a matter of fact. "For now we will act as if we don't know until we come up with a way to approach the subject."

Seeing as there was nothing else to add to the discussion everyone decided to end things there. Luke could distract MC out of the Purgatory Hall for so long after all.

Lucifer

After the group discussion he decided to watch over MC more closely. Lucifer would often invite them in his study room to talk about their day or if anything was bothering them and every time MC would try to retreat away from everyone, he would take them out on a walk or on dates.

This went on for a little under two weeks before he decided to finally have a talk with them. While MC seemed to be more relaxed than before it was clear that they were not going to open up with him any time soon, and he refused to sit by and let them hurt themself in any capacity.

"So, what did you want to talk about? I am not in trouble, am I?" MC was sitting next to him on the couch. Lucifer has called them a bit earlier into his room with the excuse of 'talking about some recent problems'.

"You are not in trouble, no." Taking a sip from his cup of demonus. "I am not about to waltz around the subject now that you're here." Setting the glass down he took one of their hands in his own and started to gently rub his thumb over their knuckles. "There is something bothering you and I don't want to hear any of your old excuses. Please, tell me the truth so I can help you." From the look the avatar of pride gave them, they knew there was no backing out of this discussion.

He could feel MC's whole body tense up at his question. They stared at him for a while, opening and closing their mouth every time they would try to come up with some sort of excuse only give up. Lucifer waited for them patiently to find their words. If anyone knows how hard it can be to let yourself be vulnerable is him, so he was not gonna rush them. He already approached the subject in a not so gentle manner, to demand more, at least for now would only push MC away.

Finally giving up on coming up with excuses or trying to find a way to make the situation seem less bad than it is, MC leaned their head against Lucifer's shoulder. "Was it that obvious? The way I've been acting.."

"Yes, it was quite obvious, everyone is worried about you" He didn't need to look at MC to know that they winced at the knowledge that everyone knew. "They won't swarm you with questions, I will make sure of that."

"Thank you, Lucifer, I really don't want to deal with all of that, not yet at least.." Despite being more relaxed they still squirmed in their place every so often.

"No need to thank me, we're here for you after all" Kissing the top of their head, both of them settled into a comfortable silence, mainly to give MC time to gather their thoughts.

"I...I guess for starters you want to know for how long I've been feeling like this." Lucifer merely gave them a nod. "Well...I guess not for long. At least since me coming to Devildom. You see, before coming here I didn't have the best self esteem and wasn't that satisfied with my life. When I got chosen for the exchange program, I didn't mind it that much, I saw it as an opportunity to turn over a new leaf."

MC leaned over, their head leaving Lucifer's shoulder, in an attempt to put some distance between themself and Lucifer "And it worked for a while, I met people that care about me a lot, I got better as a person and I was kept busy by the ongoing shit that happens around." Remembering all of the shenanigans they went through brought a smile to MC. "But it's not like my problems disappear. Sure I made progress, but worries that I had in the past came back, past problems transformed into new ones and little by little I got into bad past habits."

Letting out a shaky sigh they continued. "Little by little I got into self destructive habits, such as refusing to do things I would, hiding myself from other to even starving and doing things that would cause me some kind of pain."

Lucifer could only curse himself for not noticing how his lover felt sooner. He put his arms around MC and pull them close to him, making sure to rest their head on his chest as he lowered himself to lay on the couch. While they still couldn't look at him directly they at least didn't push him away. "How about you stay the night in my room? You can talk about what's bothering you in peace, no one will dare to just walk in my room."

Wrapping their hands around his waist, MC made themself comfortable on top of him. "I'm warning you, it might take a while before I fully open up." Chuckling at their words he tighten his hold on them. "Take your time, we have more than enough."

Mammon

Mammon has always been the one to look over others without being really noticed. When they fell from the Celestial Realm he was the one that looked over his brothers and reminded Lucifer that everyone followed him for a reason. He was the one that decided to look over a girl from the human world and help her financially until she is old enough to do it on her own. He was the one assigned to look over MC, to make sure they are safe and well and yet here he was. Pacing around his room, trying to think of a solution on how to approach them.

He couldn't help but be reminded of the whole attic incident, more exactly how MC hid their true reason on why they were making pacts with his brothers. He didn't know what hurt more, the fact that they couldn't trust him or the fact that MC is suffering and he can't do anything about it.

Frustrated he decided to go see them, he didn't exactly have a plan but he was damned if he wouldn't try something. Even if nothing could be done today he will make sure to at least make their day better.

Barging into their room Mammon tried to call out to them but stopped when he heard MC weakly groaning from beneath their bed sheets "Can you tone it down a bit? I've got a nasty headache."

Frowning, the demon made his way next to their bed. Even when he took a sit next to them, MC made no effort in turning around to face him. "What's gotten into you? Ya look all sick and frail" Mammon tried to put his hand on their forehead in order to check their temperature but they shied away from his touch.

Looking at the state of his human, any and all plans of taking them out to town fell apart. "MC, talk to me, what's wrong? And don't give me the 'I'm just sick' excuse, it won't work." Looking at MC, he tried to see if they would react in any way but they only shifted uncomfortably.

"It's nothing serious, I am just tired from catching up with all the homework from RAD, so I need a little bit of rest." MC tried to explain themself but it didn't fool Mammon one bit.

The last of his patience about asking MC about the truth finally disappeared after hearing their overused excused. Lying in bed next to them he put his arms around their waist. When MC made no move to try and get out of his hold, he pulled them closer to him. While they still faced away from him at least it didn't feel like there was such a great distance between the two of them.

"We both know that's a bullshit excuse.." Mammon's voice, while sounding unimpressed, it held no malice. Still, it didn't stop MC from tensing up in his arms.

"Come on, it's me Mammon, you're first man, you can tell me everything don't you? What's bothering you?" He mumbled while burying his face into their shoulder.

Guilt was starting to eat MC up after hearing Mammon's words. They could feel tears trying to come out so they opted to turn around and burry their face into Mammon's chest.

" You're right, I am sorry..." they said trying to hide the fact that they were on the verge of crying.

Relieved at seeing MC starting to open up he continued to press on the issue at hand. "It's ok, you've got me here, why don't ya start from telling me how you're feeling right now?"

The human took a few moments to come up with a way to explain their situation at the moment. "You see, I wasn't lying when I said I have a headache. It's just that, it's a result from me skipping meals for a while or so. In fact, my body feels so weak that I can barely move..." They internally winced at their explanation but they didn't have much time to dwell on it when Mammon sat up looking alarmed.

"What do you mean by that?! Why's that? Don't tell me you're trying one of Asmo's crazy diets?" Looking down on them, he tried to see if there is anything else he should take notice off, besides their nasty glare.

"Nothing of that sorts, don't worry." Turning on their back they stared up at the ceiling, looking right past Mammon. Being relieved at their words he decided to make himself comfortable in bed next to them.

"You see, it's an old habit of mine to skip meals. But when I get stressed or start to feel overwhelmed I start taking that habit to an extreme." Hearing them talk, Mammon is able to take note of how weak their voice sounded

"I lose all motivation to eat, and when I start feeling nauseous and the pain in my stomach starts to get worse, it pushes me to do it more and more until I am left lying helplessly in bed. The more pathetic I feel, the more reasons I have to skip meals and make this feeling of helplessness last longer." Sighing, some silent tears rolled down from the corner of their eyes.

Kicking himself mentally, Mammon decided to take a mental note to watch their eating habits more carefully in the future. "But what set you off? Was it the workload from RAD?" He asked them hoping to get a better understanding of what was bothering them.

"I honestly don't know...it's a mix of that and some other stuff, but I don't want to think about it now." MC's voice held some resentment as they explained. That was the cue for Mammon that he won't get any more information out of his human for that night.

Still, he couldn't leave them in that sorry state, not as long as he was there to take care of them. "I am going to make you one of my famous instant noodles just for you, so ya better be thankful!"

Just as he was about to leave the room he turned one last time towards them. "Afterwards be prepared to go on a ride with me, I will take you to some places in here Devildom you've never seen before."

MC merely gave him a nod but that was more than enough confirmation for him as he went to prepare everything he needed.

A/N: So, this is getting way too long so I will stop it here for now. I will come back to update it in the future for the rest of the characters, but I don't want it to sit in my drafts any longer.

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leiawritesstories · 2 months

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swords and sea breezes

written for @throneofglassmicrofics with the prompt "Voyage," if you're noticing an ocean theme no you're not lollll

word count: 795

warnings: none!

enjoy :))

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To say she hadn't wanted to be on this ship would have been a gross understatement. There was not a single molecule of Aelin's being that had not resisted this journey, but despite her valiant, violent attempts to stay off the ship, there she stood. It had taken a powerful sleeping drug and four armed guards to transport her while she slumbered, but apparently her parents would stop at nothing to force their only child into a marriage alliance with a foreign prince.

Damned politics.

When she awoke from her drugged sleep, she had locked herself in her cabin for three days, only emerging when the growling in her stomach threatened to wake the whole damn ship. She immediately discovered a rotating patrol of soldiers posted outside her door, and it took her all of a week to convince the blue-jacketed young men that she was perfectly capable of relieving herself without supervision. It had taken her two weeks to convince her guards that her daily walk was not enough fresh air, and they had finally allowed her to roam the ship, provided there was at least one guard tailing her at all times.

Aelin stood at the starboard railing of the deck, basking in the glow of the setting sun and the whispers of sea breezes that ruffled her loose hair and her skirt--simple gray cloth, since her fine dresses were useless on a ship full of stone-faced sailors. She closed her eyes, leaning into the last embers of sunset, and whispered her plea for freedom to the thrumming waves.

Please, gods above, save me from this fate.

"My lady, GET DOWN!" Her guard's sudden, sharp yell was punctuated with the weight of his body slamming into hers, all but tackling her to the deck in a graceless heap.

A flaming cannonball screamed across the deck, inches away from where Aelin had stood, blasting through sail cloth and lines and the opposite railing before it splashed into the sea.

The ship burst into a flurry of shouts, orders, and scrambling sailors everywhere. Aelin's guard helped her up and practically yanked her belowdecks, ignoring her slew of questions as he pushed her into her room and barred the door. He gave her only a salute as he whirled om his heel and ran back up to the deck.

Aelin pounded on the barred door. "Ass!" she yelled, fuming. She stalked over to her window and peered out, scanning the rapidly darkening ocean for--"Oh gods."

Pirates.

Swiftly, she stuffed some clothes, her journal, her sketchbook, and her jewelry into a simple canvas bag. She tugged on a pair of fitted trousers beneath her skirt, strapped her precious set of knives to her thigh, tucked her only dagger into her left boot, and grasped the handle of her window, pulling at it with all her strength. "Bloody....hell ...MOVE!" With an almighty yank, the glass groaned and opened with a boom, leaving a gap just large enough to squeeze through.

"Resourceful," drawled a deep, amused voice from behind her.

Her spine stiffening into steel, Aelin turned around--very slowly--to find a tall, broad, tattooed man with stormy emerald eyes leaning against the ruins of her door, smirking despite the blood staining his torn shirt and trousers and the bruises forming on his skin. Two smoking pistols filled the holsters on his hips, a leather brace of bullets slung across his chest, and far too many blades for comfort were strapped to his limbs.

She narrowed her eyes into a glare. "You're too late." And she leapt for her window, only to be abruptly stopped with a rough, calloused hand around her throat.

"I don't think so, my lady." A needle pricked at her neck, and her vision went black.

Aelin blinked awake to the unexpected luxury of soft linen sheets and a feather mattress beneath her. Groggily, she rubbed her eyes and rotated her stiff neck and shoulders as the details of the surprisingly large, well-furnished cabin came into view.

"Good morning, my lady." Her peace splintered with the sound of that infernal voice. The pirate who'd taken her lounged in a chair opposite the bed she sat in. He'd cleaned away the blood and changed into clean clothes, but the weapons still bristled off of him. "Welcome to the Queen's Cadre."

Her jaw dropped. She snapped it closed. "What do you rotten lot want with a minor noble lady sailing to her arranged marriage?"

He chuckled. "Rotten lot. I like that. As for what we want, my lady, it is simple."

"Do share, sailor."

"Rowan Whitethorn, at your service, my lady." He bowed, that smirk of his gracing his face. "Now. Take us to that island that your fiancé is hiding. We know it's not a myth."

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parad-ice-lostandfound · 2 years

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Replaced MC AU: Breaking of the Pacts

Prompt:

Pairing: OM!Brothers with GN!MC, may be read as platonic or romantic Genre: Hurt no comfort :'( TW: Angst, angst and more angst because apparently I can’t get enough of it. Proceed with caution.

You were tired.

It wasn’t often that you questioned whether coming to the Devildom and meeting the demons you’d come to love was worth it. But it had become a recurring question with the arrival of the new exchange student.

You were excited when Diavolo asked you to oversee the exchange program, making you and Solomon the official Human Realm ambassadors for Devildom. However, you had not accounted for one thing; the new student to hate you as much as they seemed to. It started out small, barging into your alone time with each brother, purposefully leaving you out of any plans they made, being snarky with you. But you wrote it off as nothing, reminding yourself that becoming paranoid over something so petty wouldn’t be right.

But lately, it seemed as if all the brothers wanted to do was spend time with the new student. It was always, “I and the new student,” no more “me and MC.” And while it was okay the first few times, it was quickly getting depressing for you to wait at the House of Lamentation alone while everyone else had fun.

Quarrels had replaced the easy-going banter between you and the brothers, the latest one bringing tears to your eyes as you hastily packed a small bag. Asmo and the new student had gone on a shopping spree early that day, the former conveniently ‘forgetting’ that the two of you were supposed visit a new café . On finding that he had ditched you for the new student an ugly argument broke out. Poisoned words were yelled by the both of you in the heat of moment, not caring as the entire house bore witness to what was possibly the worst argument to date. As your throat grew hoarse, Asmo shouted out something that stopped you in your tracks.

“For Diavolo’s sake, you’re so annoying! I wish I’d never made a pact with you!”

Shocked eyes wandered over to the others, who had somehow become more interested in admiring the walls and the floor. A humorless laugh left your lips once you realized not one of them was going to get on to Asmo for what he’d said. Wordlessly, you turned to your room, with the aim of getting some things and spending some time away from them, possibly in Purgatory Hall.

Simeon knew something had gone horribly wrong when you turned up at Purgatory Hall, tear-tracks staining your face and your eyes red. Bringing you inside, he asked Luke and Solomon to get some blankets down to the living room. Gently coaxing you as he held you close, he asked you what happened.

As you recounted the incident, you witnessed something that you didn’t think you’d see in a lifetime; Simeon becoming angry. It was almost as if a cold chill had descended, and you were thankful for the blankets Luke had enveloped you in. Solomon shook his head, sighing to himself, which reminded you why you had originally sought the residents of the Purgatory Hall.

“Solomon, i-is there a way I c-can break my pacts?”

Your seemingly innocent question left the sorcerer flabbergasted. “MC, don’t act rash. Pacts can’t be made with the same human twice, you know that.” Giving him a tiny smile, you said, “That means there is a way, isn’t there?” Solomon nodded. “There… is a ritual. But are you sure you want to do this? Why don’t we talk about this in the morn-”

“Solomon, please.” These two words held all the emotion you could muster, all the hurt you had felt by being neglected for the past months. The sorcerer sighed, then nodded, not being able to deny his favorite human. He left the room to gather the materials necessary for the ritual, while the two angels tried to cheer you up as much as they could.

Somewhere along the line, Diavolo and Barbatos had been made aware of the situation, since Diavolo’s approval was needed to perform the ritual. But no matter what they said, you didn’t budge from your decision of expunging your bond with the brothers. In the end, they succumbed to your wishes, allowing you to go through with the ritual.

And that was how you found yourself in the situation you were now. As Solomon chanted words in Latin, you could feel the power of the brothers leaving your being, starting from the youngest. You could physically feel, and see the pact marks slowly disappearing from their place on your body. The entire process was slightly painful, as Solomon had warned you, and it sapped most of your energy. As you fell asleep from exhaustion, you wished that your most loved and cherished boys would be happy with your decision, peacefully oblivious to the chaos that had just started at the House of Lamentation…

Belphegor

Belphie had been asleep throughout your argument with Asmo. He was dreaming peacefully, somehow not woken up by the two of you screaming at the top of your lungs. Blissfully unaware, he would have slept throughout the pact-erasing process had it not been for the searing headache he felt. Groaning in pain and discomfort, he groggily opened his eyes, vaguely registering the empty feeling that resonated within himself as the last of his bond with you was removed out of existence. His eyes widened, sensing lack of your presence, and he stood up. “W-where’s MC?” he asked his twin, his eyes widening as he was told of what had happened in the house.

Falling to his knees as the pain grew and consumed him, he let out a wounded wail, for he realized his sin had made him lose his favorite human. If only I’d been awake, he thought, as his brothers crowded him asking what was wrong.

Beelzebub

Beel was concerned by how frantic Belphie seemed, his connection with his twin relaying everything the other was feeling. The headache, the feeling of emptiness, the guilt. Beel grew even worried when he couldn’t sense the tiniest hint of your presence in Belphie. Before he could do or say something, his stomach started to hurt. It was almost as if he was being burnt from the inside, the throbbing pain being enough to bring the gentle giant to his knees. Kneeling beside his twin, he looked at his older brothers. “S-something’s wrong with the p-pacts. With M-mc.”

Asmodeus

Asmo stilled on hearing Beel’s words, hands coming up to his chest where he felt a burning sensation. As if someone had poured lava on him and scrubbed his skin off. Unbuttoning the shirt he wore with shaky hands, he watched in pain and anguish as the last of his pact mark with the MC dissolved into nothingness, leaving clear, unblemished skin in it’s place. He quickly realized what was happening, turning to the others with tears in his eyes, “T-they’re e-either b-breaking our pacts, or they’re…they’re-” choked sobs left him, the rest of the sentence not being needed to finished.

Asmo dissolved into a pile of sobs and whispered “I’m sorry’s”, regretting ever choosing someone new over the person he loved.

Satan

Satan stumbled back, dread filling his being along with the pain that came with the pact mark being erased. Red hot waves of pain washed over his body, quite similar yet quite nothing like the feeling of his sin consuming him. He looked over to Lucifer, hoping the eldest could do something, anything. He was ready to grovel at his eldest brother’s feet if that meant they could turn back time and fix their mistakes.

He wished he’d said something, or followed MC to make sure they were safe. But he didn’t, and he cursed himself for it.

Leviathan

Levi had abandoned his Nintendo switch, helplessly watching his younger brothers experience pain that he too would soon. Just as he had thought that, pain blossomed in his body, causing the otaku to drop himself onto the couch from the sheer ferocity of it. He understood why the pain was so intense. MC’s bond with the brothers was deep, and removing such a bond forcibly meant the demon experienced pain as deep as the bond, and as cruel as the betrayal.

Tears ran down his face as he realized just how much they had hurt MC, and all he could wish was for them to be able to forgive him and his brothers when everything was done.

Mammon

Mammon was trying to keep calm, he really was, but seeing his brothers in immense pain and not being able to help them was killing him. There was nothing he could do except bear the pain that had made itself known in him, and power through it. He kept his gaze down, opting to hold his sobbing brothers close.

Mammon was ashamed. He was your first man, your first pact. He should have seen this, he should have put an end to it. Heck, he should have gotten on Asmo’s case earlier. But he didn’t.

Mammon regretted not stepping up when it was needed.

Lucifer

For once in his life, Lucifer let down his mask as he visibly paled, clutching his chest. Seeing his brothers in pain, sobbing for their loss as they held each other close, reminded him of when they had first fallen. Memories from the Celestial War filled his head. The pain which raged in him rivalled that of his first transformation as a demon.

Lucifer was lost. He had once again, failed and lost an important person, a person he loved with all his heart.

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exchangestudentnova · 4 days

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I just read your Yandere vampire OM brothers and I was wondering what about yan vampire Lucifer and MC who has a blood clotting problem like they cut their hand or whatever and the blood keeps pouring nothing you dramatic bit still like Woah u good??? (don't feel forced to do this btw, also I love ur writing!!!)

hey anon!! I sorry for being this late to your request, I hope my writing is a fine apology for that.

Haemophilia is one such genetic disorder where the person's blood doesn't clot easily. Although it is a reccessive gene, you were born with one. It did not pose much threat to you due to the advances in medical treatment keeping you alive for so long, so you never worried too much about it.

You did worry about it when you were asked to come to Devildorm for one year. "One whole year?? How am I supposed to survive there!?" You somehow managed to purchase almost months and months of medicines in your little suitcase, but ofc you were bound to run out of supplies in the far future.

Today was one such day. You counted the leafs of medicines left, and all of them were empty. You were being reckless by not keeping an eye on the medicine, and now you have none. Worried, you were trying not to panic in your small cozy room. After taking deep breaths, you came to a conclusion that asking Lucifer to help in this situation would be the best. With that, you went to the kitchen to fulfill Beel's craving of eating your handmade food.

The pot boiling with water and the sound of you cutting the vegetables filled the kitchen. "You called for me? Sorry I was busy with some student council work" you turn your head towards the source of the sound, a soft smile conquring your lips as you meet your eyes with him. He, with a click in his step and his long, black clock hanging from his broad shoulders came up to you and engulfed you in a hug. " how have you been MC?" he spoke in your ear as you continued your chopping. "I am well Lucifer, and yes I did call for you. I need to go back to the human world."

"But why?"

"Because I need to- ouch!"

You took your eyes off of the food to look at Lucifer, which was a bad idea because you now have a cut on your finger from moving the knife wrong. It hurt a bit, but to Lucifer, it seemed as if you have lost half of your body's blood.

"How could you be so careless!? Show me your finger" You could see that his eyes have started to dilate, his fangs have started to appear. Yet he is not even thinking about drinking blood. Instead his eyes, althought appearing to be bloodlustly, are actually filled with concern.

"Did you eat your medicines??"

"Ah, about that...." you told him about not having them, and he sighed. "Well wait here, I have some with me. Don't move from your place and stop cooking" Before he left the kitchen he spoke some words and created magic that collected the blood dripping from your hand. Now you had a small bubble of blood floating in the air that was oozing out.

Lucifer came back within two minutes and handed you the medicine. " Thank you so much Luci, but what will you do with this bubble of blood?" He just gives you a knowing look and brings his tongue near the bubble. You blush slightly as he savours the exotic taste of your blood, the medicine acting fast and stopping the bleeding.

" Why are you blushing MC? Your blood is only for me to taste. Now sit down, grab a dessert from the fridge, and let me finish dinner"

PS: anon you did not mention if Lucifer and MC are in an established relationship or not so I tried to write it in a way that you can insert a romantic/platonic relation between them^^ and also thank you for supporting my writing I appreciate it^^

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invivoinsomnium · 4 months

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Shower sec is top notch so...

I've been watching you for a while I've picked you. You are going to carry my babies so one day while you're in the shower I silently break into your apartment I sit in your bathroom for a minute watching you before stripping off and getting in behind you shoving you against the wall.

"oh don't fight baby I don't wanna have to break any of your pretty little limbs" of course you still do but I easily over power you holding your jaw forcing you to lay against my chest looking at me while I fuck your tight pussy "You gonna carry my babies" you scream and cry but I just carry on.

"I know it hurts but it'll be worth it" I smile you were tight and sore whimpering and crying begging me too stop if already stretched you to a slight tear and now I'm brutally pounding you bruising your cervix "Gonna fill you up baby"

I finally cum shoving you against the shower wall pulling out while you fight I just get hard again picking you up taking you to your bed rummaging in my pocket handcuffing you to the bed. I use you for a few more hours before having had enough for now.

I knock you out and dress you carrying you to my car avoiding any cameras and people. When you come to you are in my bed ropes thing your wrists and ankles into a star shape. I was overtop of you mercilessly pounding you're tight overfilled pussy "Gonna fill you till you give me those babies Hun"

You wriggle and scream but it's no use we are in the middle of nowhere. It didn't take long with in 8 weeks of daily torture I had knocked you up you were growing quiet quickly as well. I didn't stop though still fucking you through every night untying you by the third month you couldn't get out of the room anyway.

You had free roam once I'd finally fucked you enough for you to stop fighting. I sit you in my lap one day rubbing your bump "look at you" I hum. "can't wait for you to push these out" if you dared to speak up asking about a hospital I'd just laugh in your face "Hospital why would you need a hospital you're doing it right here"

At around 8 months early in the morning you wake up to your water breaking you shake me awake but I just grab your jaw telling you to shut the fuck up not to make a sound until my alarm goes off five hours from then. I roll over to fall back asleep leaving you in agony.

You cross your legs shifting to relive the pressure as best as you can. When my alarm finally goes off I get up forcing you onto your back spreading your legs "I'll call the Dr shall I?" I laugh seeing the hope in your face before just pulling on a medical glove checking how dilated you are.

I hold your thighs to your chest as you were only 8 I instruct you to get up and walk around ignoring your pain. When you were ready to push I stripped you naked tying you to the bed.

As the contractions occur and you push no progress seems to happen you spend almost an hour in agony as you push with nothing you feel intense burning in your birth canal and you are begging me I put a new glove on checking just to feel feet "Oh looks like baby wanted to be stubborn as well" I push down on your stomach screaming at you to push and stop hurting our babies.

It took two hours for the first baby who tore he lays on your chest screaming and I hold your face shaking your head "Keep pushing Hun" I rub your thighs ome baby feeding the other refusing to come sitting in your birth canal he sits there for four hours of painful agonising contractions he seems to be kicking at your insides as well.

I won't step in as you bare down screaming in agony. When finally with a ripping sound his head pops out I watch as you scream and try pushing the rest of him out he pops out and I put him on your chest.

After your placenta comes out I decide to clean and stitch you up with no numbing or anything. I kiss your head "Good job mama starting tomorrow we'll try for more yeah" I walk out leaving you in agony with screaming crying babies

Anon, that was hot. I loved it. I really have nothing more to say because that had everything. I'll admit, when you mentioned calling the doctor I though for a fact you'd be bringing in a doctor you paid to assist the delivery or even a midwife. One who only truly cared about ensuring a successful delivery.

I do admit I'm torn between the idea of this taking place in a basement and me birthing on a matress or iron wrought bed or having been moved into a bedroom (yours) for the pregnancy and the basement being turned into a makeshift delivery room.

Either way, this was a wonderful read.

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