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genuflectx · 7 months

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Imp Demon/Reader {NSFW}

Length: 3,355

Main Themes: BDSM, power dynamics, cum eating

Other Warnings: blood, overstimulation, pain

All images in moodboard are free to use/remix images or are mine

Happy Halloweeeeeen :D (a day early) I'll make a small illustration for this later!

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Orange light danced against the peeling white wallpaper, giving everything the illusion of movement, of crawling. The candles embraced the circle in a patient ring of fire. Eventually, when you were ready and had steeled yourself, you read the words aloud in a fine whisper, filling the room with infernal words that commanded ancient authority. Even as you closed your eyes the words came easy. You had memorized them just for the occasion.

Finally, when you opened your eyes, the room was dark. You waited with bated breath and growing excitement straining against underwear and robe. There was nothing for several seconds. Then the room trembled and the symbol glowed and hummed. A thick, clawed hand rose from the floor like an invisible portal to Hell. Held breath escaped your lungs.

She drug herself out of the floor onto her knees and sank down, a wicked clubbed tail lashing behind her into the dark. The candles sluggishly re-lit themselves and you placed a hand to your hammering heart. The demon smiled.

“Must be something real important to summon me,” she said.

You opened your mouth and then closed it, brows knitting together. You could see now, in the orange glow, that she was not what you had meant to summon. You slipped down to your knees and looked from the book to the devil in the glowing circle. She was small, no bigger than four and a half feet, with two thick horns decorated in intricate, lace-like designs. Her head was pale yellow, made toasty in the light, which became more blood-orange the further you followed her curved body. But you were most drawn to the pale blue stripes lining her thin, deer-like legs.

“You aren't a succubus,” you muttered with great confusion. ��I must have read the wrong page- no, no this is it, it's the right one.”

She flopped onto her belly, chin in thick palms. “What, not happy to see me? Hoping for something a bit juicier?”

You looked at her blankly and worried your lip. “...You don't even have wings. You're supposed to have wings.”

Her smirk fell to deadpan. “Harmony's never had wings, chump! I got better things to do than be insulted by some unshaven, illiterate mortal. Send me back,” she waved a hand irritably.

You sat back against your calves and studied her, lost in thought. She was meant to by Hyrora, depicted in your book as a tall, wide demon with a set of four expansive purple horns. Harmony- well, she was only an imp! You flipped through a few pages idly, but the burn between your legs did not grow quiet. You'd been planning this for months, had made so many blood sacrifices, the wounds on your arms still aching and fresh. You could not just come away with nothing.

“How did I mess up so badly,” you groaned, rubbing a hand down your miserable face.

“How did you mess up so badly?” Mocked Harmony.

You glared at her, and she rolled her eyes. Then she jolted up off the floor and in a few short, swift steps came and pulled your book from your grasp, thumbing back to the incantation. With her this close you could hear the faint tinkle of a large metal bell around her neck, like something a cat might wear. All it did was solidify the knowledge that she was, in fact, not Hyrora.

Harmony hummed then dropped the book unceremoniously with a dusty thump. “Yep, just as I thought. Illiterate! You said like, half the words wrong,” she crossed her arms, staring down at you expectantly. “You must be so stupid that-”

“Hey!' You exclaimed. “Enough! Sit down, demon!”

Harmony sneered and then she slowly sat down. When you summoned a demon you made a pact with them. In exchange for your sacrifices, you received some amount of loyalty and obedience, and if they did not approve of the exchange they would not heed your call. This obedience was only temporary, but in the case of a succubus it only needed to be. This imp, however...

“You accepted the summons,” you said. “Why? You knew what I was trying to actually summon, didn't you? You're just an imp. Who the Hell summons imps?”

“You, apparently,” she smirked.

You ground your teeth and pointed a finger in her face. “Listen, demon! You accepted this pact and crawled out of that circle. That means you obey me. I'll find some use for you.”

Her smirk fell into something more agitated, tail smacking audibly against the floor. Her mouth had drawn up into what you might describe as a pout. And, on a little thing like Harmony, it was almost cute. But you knew you had to be wary. Even an imp could take your fingers off if you pushed hard enough. You had to keep control.

Your first command was that she clean your room for you. After all, you had gone to such trouble painstakingly drawing the symbols with your own blood. The least Harmony could do was wash it away for you. To your surprise she obeyed without much defiance, though you realized too late that it was because she wanted to lick the blood off of the floor. You told her that was disgusting, and she shrugged before crunching down on a half-spent candle.

“What the fuck,” you said, sitting on your bed.

She swallowed. “What? If you're just gonna use the light now you don't need'em!”

You made her clean the rest of your room- with particular attention to the inedible- while you read the fine print of your book. It did not specify how much time you were meant to have with Hyrora, but rumors circulating online had suggested a few glorious hours. You glanced up at Harmony dusting off a shelf and wondered if it would be the same with an imp, or if her lesser importance gave you more time.

“Imp,” you said. “How long are you my servant?”

She turned her head around like an owl and made a non-committal noise. “Why, something specific you need time for, mortal?”

Harmony wiggled her naked bottom and your mouth thinned, eyes slipping back to the book. You were going to fuck Hyrora, a tall, beautiful demon Goddess with a luscious body and wicked tongue, not this Harmony, a short small-breasted round-bottomed imp with a shit attitude. But you could not deny the ever-annoying struggle of your dick against your tight underwear, the needy throb you'd built up waiting for Hyrora's arrival which had not died down with Harmony. You looked at Harmony again, at her spindly striped legs and soft rump. She wasn't “juicy,” but you could squeeze juice out of that. If you really wanted to.

“There, damn, it's clean,” she griped, drawing you from your ogling. “Now send me back. It's boring here. You really live like this? What is this, like, a two-room apartment?”

You found yourself wanting to order her to shut up and stop complaining. “You're really rude, you know that?”

Harmony tilted her head and stood akimbo, a brow raising skeptically. “Oh? Oh yeah? Did you think the succubus you tried to order was going to worship the ground you walked on? Did ya?”

You slipped off the bed and into the joint living room and kitchen, peering out into the glowing night, the lively city below. Still the robe was tied around your waist, waiting to be thrown off, and you fiddled with the belt. Your dick twitched, so you decided a demon was a demon. Eventually you turned away from the window.

“Give me something better to do if you're going to keep me around!” Said Harmony, who had followed you. “Want me to cook? I come with my own fire,” she snapped, and flame sprouted from her clawed fingertips.

“No,” you said, thinking. “Let's just watch a movie.”

“A movie.”

Now you were the one who looked smug. “Expecting something else?”

She squinted. “It's a waste of my talents but it's your blood pact,” she gestured to the couch. “I can cook a mean boxed mac'n'cheese.”

You stuck a VHS into the player, something corny and about three decades old. The tape whined and the screen flickered uncomfortably. Harmony did not complain so much as she did sulk, her bottom planted firmly on the couch and body sinking into the arm. You sat in the center, and she finally saw an opportunity to open her annoying mouth again.

“A slasher, original,” she grumbled, resting her chin in her hand.

“Comfortable?” You asked.

She gave a noncommittal noise and blinked languidly at the screen. It was much more amusing being the one doing the annoying. The VHS played on as you lost yourself to thought, trying to decide if you were really willing to swap a breathtaking night with a demonic Goddess for a potentially headache inducing one with Harmony. You rubbed the sore, clotted wounds along you arms and glanced at her.

You waited until Harmony started to droop. Then, you reached over and wrapped your hands around her hips.

“What gives?” She asked incredulously, squirming.

You placed her into your lap. If she weren't so short her horns would block your view, but you didn't care so much about watching the movie. “Be quiet demon,” you commanded, squeezing her thighs.

She tilted her head back, knocking horns against the bottom of your chin and into your chest. You grabbed one and wrangled her head forward again, forcing her attention towards the flickering screen. Eventually she groaned and stretched her legs out, placing pressure on your lap and the strain beneath your robe.

“I can feel your dick you know,” she said, looking over her shoulder with a wicked smirk. “What's the hold up, huh? Too much of a coward?”

“You need some training,” you replied, taking the base of her tail tightly in hand. “And a gag.”

Her eyes brightened in surprise when you trapped her tongue with two well placed fingers, thrusting them into her mouth between small, sharp teeth. Your skin scraped against dangerous points, but you hardly noticed the pain. Harmony suckled on them. She had no qualms with making a mess of herself as she drooled, and it wet your palm and wrist carelessly. She was quiet, now.

“So much better,” you sighed, tugging her tail from the base and massaging her slick forked tongue.

She hummed around your knuckles, and you tried to thrust them deeper, hips grinding upwards. Harmony was more eager than you thought she would be. Maybe her teasing hadn't been just for show, you wondered, as she bucked and wriggled until your fingers slipped from her mouth and she was free to turn herself around. She straddled your lap, thighs spread far apart.

“I don't think you could handle me,” she quipped, chin up. “Those succubi? Peh, a lot of tamed cows more like it! Now, an imp is just as likely to rip your cock off for a chew toy as they are to blow it,” grinned Harmony.

You believed it. You didn't trust her enough to demand that she use her little mouth to blow you. Behind you someone screamed bloody murder and, as Harmony turned to cackle with delight at the blood splatter on screen, you reached over the arm of the couch to rummage through dented cardboard box. She looked at you and raised a brow at what occupied your hands.

“Ohhhh, I don't think that'll-”

You moved and pushed her belly-first onto the couch, one knee at the small of her back and her wrists in hand. You were well-practiced but clumsy. But the rope held, binding her arms and wrists together tightly. It was in no way comfortable. You loomed over her from the front of the couch.

Harmony's tail lashed; her cheek pressed against the cushions. She opened her mouth and you immediately wrapped cloth around it, tying it off in the back. Her eyes narrowed and she grinned around the cloth gag, wetting it and muttering nonsense. You patted her bottom firmly, and her tail snaked around your forearm.

“Don't think I can handle you,” you tutted, shaking your head. “Maybe I fucked up the incantation my first try, but-” you leaned closer. “-it's not my first try using these.” You fingered the taut rope.

Harmony's tail constricted your arm, and you shoved her head down into the cushion by her horns until the tail slipped away. She chuckled, muffled by the cloth and cushion, like this was some sort of game. It was, you thought, and you were going to win. If she still had her voice, you knew she'd make fun of your tight underwear as the robe gently fell to the floor. You rubbed the outline of your dick and smacked her bottom harder, threateningly.

“I summoned you, so you are going to play nice. Understood?”

Her gagged smile stretched, and then obedient knees lifted her ass off the couch. Your underwear was starting to become too uncomfortable to withstand, so with great relief you thumbed them down and released your dick from its damp prison. You smeared pre-cum over the head with a sigh and got behind Harmony, the lips of her pussy creating a soft, appealing line between her legs. She mumbled something through the gag about gawking.

All your muscles tingled feeling that soft, appealing line part for the tip of your dick. Harmony was, to your surprise, easy to enter, her warmth addicting and all consuming. You groaned through the first stroke, pulsing and shaking.

“God damn,” you said, skin smacking lewdly against skin.

“Mmm, sooo much better than a succubus,” replied Harmony, who had chewed through her gag. “Warmer... tighter. I could go on.”

You grabbed her tail and pulled it straight. “Shut up.”

The bell around her neck tinkled lightly against the couch as you fucked into her slick warmth, and she started to mewl when you lost the reserve to be careful. But you had to restrain yourself. You started seeing stars far too early, and you wanted this little imp to know who was in charge. You put the weight of both hands against the back of her head while her own hands struggled at the rope.

Then there was heat against your belly. Real, Hellish heat. You leaned away with a yelp and, in a flash, the warmth left your dick and you were left disorientated. You opened your eyes only when you realized they'd squeezed close.

“That's better!” She quipped. “How's that feel, big fella? Huh?”

You were on your back. Harmony had burned the restraints away and flipped you with ease, and now she was straddling your naked hips, your dick bobbing against the cress of her ass.

“Those were my only ropes,” you griped, rubbing palms over your cheeks.

Harmony growled, lashing your thigh with her wicked tail. “That's what you're worried about? Ropes?” She leaned close, eyes flaring. “You should be more worried about me!”

She lifted her hips and in one plunge seated you inside, her small impish body taking all of it like it was nothing at all. You gasped and your hips involuntarily bucked. Then, one meaty palm captured your wrists while the other had its own fun at your throat. She squeezed gently, claws tickling your skin.

“Being on the bottom is always the fun part,” she smirked. “You're luck I'm so kind-hearted. I even let you pretend to be in charge for a little while.”

Your face paled then flushed as her ass smacked rhythmically against your trembling hips. The pleasure built back in seconds, creeping along your spine and throbbing inside of her. Her claws trailed from your fluttering pulse to your chest. One delicate claw carved open the soft flesh. You grit your teeth and curl your toes as the prickles mingled with the growing instinct to fill her, knowing that you were not going to last.

Harmony whimpered and shivered. She leaned and licked the trickle of blood from your chest, thumb idly flicking over a nipple. Heat flooded your body with a heavy grunt, your balls tightening and you ejaculated thick seed inside of her messily. It made a sloppy, used sound as Harmony continued to bounce. You were spent but she still did not stop, and when you tried to rip your wrists free her strength far surpassed her appearance.

“Stop,” you rasped, exhausted.

“What? I haven't finished yet, why should I?” Harmony sneered, tearing her claws deeper into your flesh. They left long, angry scores. “Unless you intend to please me with your tongue?”

Your dick hadn't gone fully soft yet but the oversensitiveness was beginning to become painful. So, you nodded in agreement. Even if it meant giving up more of the power you had hoped to exert you just couldn't take anymore.

Harmony smiled sweetly, taking a few last long, slow, self-serving strokes until finally your wet dick fell against your belly with relief. She dipped a finger between her legs and then between her lips. Then, she crawled forward and planted her stretched pussy over your face, your cum drooling out onto your cheek and chin. It smelled heady and musky. You grimaced. You'd done some kinky shit in your life, but you had never done this before.

“Something the matter?” Asked Harmony, demonic eyes peering down at you in amusement.

You glared and grasped her thighs, bringing that smell against your mouth and nose without complaint. She keened and rocked against your tongue. You tasted yourself, but more than anything you tasted her, Harmony's flavor stronger than your own and the taste was deceivingly more alluring than its smell. She clawed your scalp, pushing her cunt hard against your mouth as she rode you remorselessly.

Finally, when she was close, you felt the warm trickle of blood on your scalp and the tight coil of her tail around your forearm. It squeezed, and your arm went numb.

“Ohhh yeah, there, right there, don't stop,” she rasped, grinding her clit in.

That alluring flavor intensified as her thighs squeezed your head. She shook and yowled. The claws that weren't making a bloody mess of your scalp tore into the back of the couch, but you could not hear the fabric shred with your heart pounding in your ears. When Harmony was calm again she sat leisurely, catching her ragged breath. You paused, then pushed her ass up.

She moved begrudgingly, slipping off the couch to collapse on the floor in a spent heap, and air gladly filled your lungs as your eyes fluttered closed with satisfaction. Eventually she shuffled onto her knees from her spot on the carpet, but you could not find the will to open your eyes again.

“You dead?” Asked Harmony, poking your leg.

Finally, you turned your head to look down at her. You made some noncommittal gesture with your fingers.

“I thought you'd suffocated down there,” her smirk spread. “Did better than I thought.”

You rolled your eyes but otherwise the strength to fight left through your dick ages ago. “The contract is fulfilled and it's been... a few hours. You'll should be going back soon.”

Harmony stared with wide eyes, her tail thumping on the carpet like an irritated cat. She grumbled and stood up, sopping pussy almost at eye-level, and scratched her belly. She started to poke around the living room. You watched with faint interest, body begging for a nap. Then Harmony slipped a thin plastic case out from the shelf under your TV stand. She brandished it in front of your face.

“The dumb movie you picked out is almost over,” she wiggled the case. “Put this in instead.”

You squinted up at her. “You want to actually watch a movie with me?”

Her mouth thinned. “I'm just as happy to eat it and leave!”

The corner of your mouth twitched and you sat up, back aching from the cheap couch cushions. You finally noticed the torn backing and could only utter a quiet, unimpressed groan. Harmony chuckled with delight.

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walterthejoseph · 11 months

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Five Nights at Fortress!!!!

I've always been making aus and since FNAF and TF2 practically made a blood pact, I'm making au art.

WE LOVE THE GOOFY GOOBERS IN THIS HOUSEHOLD!!!!!

Also,, Have some Donut Ball Archimedes phone Wallpapers!! (The black border one is for people like myself who keep the screens on dark mode. Can't see the white lettering without it!)

#tf2 medic #tf2 soldier #tf2 demoman #tf2 engineer #fanart #team fortress 2 #tf2 #crossover #fnaf #tf2 fanart #fnaf fanart #archimedes

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woltourney · 1 year

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ROUND 4 / SIDE A / POLL 2

Chuchu Chura (@spaceace144) v. Galvin Foixewesfv (@elizabethrobertajones)

Chuchu Chura:

q. What is your WoL name and pronouns? a. Chuchu Chura (she/they)

q. What is your WoL's species? a. Lalafell

q. What is your WoL's class? Or classes? a. PLD, WHM, RDM, DNC, and most importantly, FSH

q. What data centre/server are you on, if you want people to find you? a. Adamantoise

q. Tell us a bit about your WoL! a. This is Chuchu! She's a mute lala who became my reason for living when I started playing during covid. When I made her I want to make the least intimidating tank, so I made the smallest (yes she is min height), pinkest tank I could! She doesn't really have a lot of lore that I've come up with, but she's definitely lawful good, loves adventuring with her wolf pup, capybara, and Nigel her chocobo, and adores fishing.

q. Why should YOU win? (Answer IC!) a. :^) *waves* *lalafell dances* *dotes* *giggles*

q. Anything else you wanna add? a. She's just brought me so much joy over the past few years and if someone else can get a little joy from seeing her in this tournament, then that's enough for me. Of course I hope she still does well! I've spent hours in gpose getting pictures of her to be my wallpapers, I've gotten commissions of her, I'm even trying to crochet an amigurumi of her. I just love her so much! Good luck, Chuchu!!!

Galvin Foixewesfv:

q. What is your WoL name and pronouns? a. Galvin Foixewesfv

q. What is your WoL's species? a. viera

q. What is your WoL's class? Or classes? a. Black Mage, Summoner, Reaper

q. What data centre/server are you on, if you want people to find you? a. Goblin (have been in alliance roulette with other Galvins this is very important)

q. Tell us a bit about your WoL! a. A forest prince, eighth child with seven sisters, Galvin felt spare and at odds with his family as he became fascinated with dark magic after early encounters with voidsent that left him confused about their true monstrous nature. As he grew up and realised he was a rare son and due a life as a roaming forest warder and trophy husband, he felt too nerdy and bad at climbing trees for one and too gay for the other. After less than a year training with the other men of the forest and sensing they were growing sick of his poor aim with a bow and weedy lance arm, he slipped away in the night, travelled by boat to Limsa, and devoted himself to learning the forbidden maths of true magic. Drawn by the calling of the Echo, he joined the Scions on a whim despite having been warned by his eldest sister he was extremely susceptible to falling prey to a cult some day, and it was with much relief he realised they were not evil so his next letter home would not be met with a furious rescue party of dozens of furious armed viera storming the Waking Sands. He then picked up thaumaturgy and found one of his true loves. The other was teasing Urianger from across the Waking Sands, and flustering the shy elezen. Somehow, this has turned into a loving and stable relationship, mostly because they make up each other's deficits in a perfect puzzle piece joining and not because they are much alike, book learning aside. Though clumsy, brash and frequently knocked down, his determination to not be anything he once dreaded about his fate and to carve his idiosyncratic path, his raw stubborness got him through every trial thrown at the WoL. Barely. The only rules: always take them on as black mage and never give in and take the easy path (ooc: hit the 'very easy' button the trial is begging me to do by take 8) His witchcraft and void lore honed, he stumbled into the art of the reaper, and formed a pact with the voidsent he had felt himself bound to since youth, a keening sad creature that aimlessly wandered and wailed; these cries having once pierced his heart, he found it easy to reach out and make the connection once more, and binding the voidsent to his purpose, it found direction and he found a combat art that he excelled at - provided you allow that it's really the voidsent doing all the work lifting that heavy scythe, and Galvin is merely casting the spells. Having surmounted the main story, he retired immediately to the island farm, and spends his time pulling turnips and lazing about, often with Urianger at his side, and it is important to say, for Galvin, achieving doing nothing at all is in itself the most incredible achievement for a lifelong avoider of - well, everything - who crawled and moaned and complained and fussed so hard to get there.

q. Why should YOU win? (Answer IC!) a. I have never, ever won anything in my life, and I think I should be allowed just one. Please.

q. Anything else you wanna add? a. =:{)> moustache bnuuy

#💎 shout #💎 round four

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books-and-catears · 1 year

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oh sweet summer child you can't just ask something like that and not think I would appear here.

The most effed up thing Nives has ever done is gaslighting Lucifer into believing that there's no skeleton in his room. That the "skeleton holding the column" near the fireplace is probably either his imaginary friend or his old tired eyes acting funny. She even showed him pictures (perfectly edited already) where it didn't appear. Not only that but everyone at the Hol joined in, denying the existence of this "skeleton". To this day he still looks at it with doubt. No one has told him the truth. His brothers forgot about it and despite Nives still remembering everything, she keeps taunting him.

This ofc before lesson 16. After that things only escalated. She tried to kill Belphegor and managed to punch Diavolo... more than once.

About the future, who knows! Murder is always a possibility!

Her darkest intrusive thoughts are mostly about killing Belphegor. Belphegor is no longer allowed near Nives alone cause the last time they happened to sit next to each other at dinner she kept thinking about how easy it would have been to kill him with the fork and Lucifer could read that on her face.

But hey! They are intrusive thoughts! She wouldn't do that Ꮚ⁠˘⁠ ⁠ꈊ⁠ ⁠˘⁠ ⁠Ꮚ ...

right? Ꮚ ʘ ⁠ꈊ ʘ Ꮚ

Oh my my if it isn't my absolute FAVOURITE MC OF ALL TIME! And if course, I was absolutely waiting for you to show up here!

Shio: Skeleton in his room you say? *Checks his room in wallpapers* I mean is it really gaslighting if you're telling him the the truth? I mean there's nothing there, Lucifer.

Lucifer: Seriously, you too??

Nives: See what did I tell ya? Noone from Purgatory Hall could see it either and now Shio agrees too!

Satan: *joining in* I think Lucifer might be haunted. But what can haunt a demon like Lucifer?

Nives: Diavolo's Paperwork.

MC: Mammon's credit card bills?

Mammon: Oi mine is not nearly as bad as Asmo's shopping sprees!

Solomon: The Anti-Lucifer league?

Belphie: Solomon wanting a pact.

Levi: A distinct lack of Ruri Chan in his life!

Asmo: Those dreadful wrinkles on his forehead?

Beel: Maybe he's hungry? *Offers hand eaten sandwich*

Nives and Shio: Awww Beel~

*******

As for wanting to kill Belphie. Oof. Nives, girl, I relate SO DAMN HARD. Nives is sitting at the table contemplating murder with a fork? Shio is right next to you with a knife.

We're having tender BEEF STEAK from the murder cow, tonight!

Nives is forever gonna be so badass and cool. I will forever adore her. Also I just imagine Nives being super petty because she can't get him directly.

Imagine during Christmas.

Belphie: Nives, you gave me a sack of coal.

Nives: Yes cause that's what Santa would give brats like you on Earth.

Shio: Here's mine.

Belphie: It's a box of matches?

Shio: Yes so you can use the coal and matches to set your tail on fire!

Nives and Shio: *highfives*

#obey me #obey me mc #obey me Lucifer #obey me Belphie #obey me imagine #obey me crack

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kpoprhia · 6 months

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kpop-locks · 2 months

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꒰ ˀˀ ↷ jongwoo ; simple + edit ”♡ᵎ ꒱

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crazy-walls · 1 year

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thank you @alintheshitposter for the tag! c: took me a while but here we are

Share your wallpaper: a digital drawing of Bucky Barnes sitting in front of a cityscape in all blues, don't have the pic on my pc unfortunaly and fuck knows where i put my phone again

Last song you listened to: Deep End by I Prevail

Currently reading: rereading Dead Man's Bones by James Oswald

Last movie you watched: uhhh Prom Pact I think? I was bored as hell and it didn't require any braincells

Craving: for my brain to calm down. and for an actual break, not just a long weekend...

What are you wearing right now: christmas penguin socks, sleeping pants and an AC/DC shirt

How tall are you: 1,63 cm

Piercings: one in each earlobe

Tattoos: a quote from Shakespeare's The Tempest on my side

Glasses? Contacts? glasses. contacts only for concerts sometimes cause i can't wear them for more than 5-6 hours max

Last drink: sparkling apple juice? dunno what Apfelschorle is in english

Last thing I ate: sour cola gummi bears i think

Last show: i guess Time Team? it's p much the only show i currently watch

Favourite colour: black & (dark) red

Current obsession: James Oswald's main character Tony McLean, he's such a dumb patehtic meow meow in book 4 and i love that

Unrelated obsession: does Käärijä count as an obsession?

Any pets: two budgies

Do you have a crush on anyone: uhhh don't think so

Favourite fictional characters: way way waaaay too many

The last place you travelled: a small town in southeast rhineland-palatinate for a wedding

i don't recall who's been tagged yet so if anybody wants to do this go ahead and say i tagged you

#tag game #thank you again!!

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pinkchaosstories · 1 year

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Blood and Thorns - Chapter 1 (part 2)

Frigga Thorneheart is set to become the heir of the Honeyshore coven, but when she falls in love with a member of her home’s staff, things get out of hand. Between the blood pacts and secret affairs, Frigga needs to learn how to stand up for what she wants or else lose everything she needs. Will she choose love or duty and what will that choice cost her?

Chapter One - Chores and Nightmares (Read Part One Here) - (See here for a complete list of chapters) **Updated May 16 **Updated August 26

Frigga

Frigga was so happy to be home and so ready to sleep in her own bed. The staff being excited about her return warmed her heart and she put down a mental note to check in with everyone over the course of the next week. Leland and Sapphire greeted her outside as she’d gotten off the carriage, but she’d circle back and visit with both of them in a bit; she wanted some quiet time first. Travelling from Bluehaven to Honeyshore was an easy road if one was used to travelling, but Frigga was certainly not so the three-day journey home had been tough.

Doris, the woman Sapphire hired to be her niece’s personal attendant, showed Frigga to her room. It had been redone since she’d been away. It used to be pink and white, but the wallpaper had all been replaced with a light blue floral print that made Frigga think of a inn she’d patronized on her way home. Her king-sized lavender duvet had also been replaced with a royal blue that matched the pillows on the bench near her windows. At least her reading nook was still there. The rest of the furniture had been either updated or replaced with tasteful, grown-up selections that made Frigga feel as if she were looking at a textbook about interior design. She got the feeling her aunt was making a much bigger deal out of her return than necessary, but it was nice to feel welcome. Frigga took off her jacket and shoes, placed them by the dressing table for Doris to put away, and looked out the window. It overlooked the driveway and west side of the grounds. It was newly manicured and Frigga looked forward to getting down in that dirt. She wanted to throw off all her clothes and roll around in the grass right that instant, but she was entirely sure that wouldn’t be appreciated by her aunt. Still, Frigga took note of all the plants visible from her window before falling onto her bed for a lie down. Doris, a woman with thick brown hair tucked into a bonnet and a figure shaped like a pine tree with the height to match, came in to check on her a few times over the course of the afternoon, bringing tea and light refreshments early on, and Frigga found her attendant well-informed about the comings and goings of the coven’s families. Suspiciously well-informed, even for a servant. The woman updated her about how the coven families had fared during her time away, and Frigga was eager to see everyone again after three and a half years. She wondered how her friend Luna Cromwell was doing, she’d gotten married two years ago, and how much the youngest Heir Apparent, Celeste Downspire, had grown. Leland had grown up too. He was eight already, just last month had been his birthday. He’d been just under four when she left, a lifetime ago it seemed now. She wanted to catch up and get to know her brother, so she’d go and visit him properly after dinner and then report in with her aunt afterwards. Frigga took dinner in her room and then walked down the hallway, peeking into Leland’s room. He was pale and freckled like she was, and his mop of curls were the same rusty hue. Someone had already changed Leland into his nightclothes, though he wasn’t at all ready for sleep. He excitedly showed his newly returned sister all his favourite toys and a few small figures that had been whittled for him by one of the servants. A bear, a cat, some of them were better than others, but it was sweet how the boy lined them all up with care on his bedside table. He’d even named a few of them (Antonio the cat and Lopez the stag). Frigga was relieved to find that her little brother was a normal, happy kid; when she had been his age she knew she was destined to be the family’s Heir as she was the sole child in her generation at the time. Having been exclusively raised by their aunt, Frigga worried how Leland would end up, but apparently she doted on Leland and didn’t push him like she did Frigga. It helped that Leland wasn’t a witch, or not that they knew yet. Usually children with magic would show signs of the gift around the age of five or six, Frigga had been four, but it wasn’t unheard of that children as old as nine were confirmed. Leland didn’t seem to feel bad about his lack of magical gifts, for which Frigga was profoundly grateful. She was twelve years older than him, and the two of them hadn’t been close before Frigga went to school, but she loved him and wanted him to feel safe and secure. She sat with him for about an hour before leaving to visit with Sapphire. Despite his squawks of protest, she kissed him on the top of his head before walking down the next hall to the private office and generous library. As she walked down the halls, Frigga took note of other changes her aunt made to the manor. The carpets had been replaced, the torch sconces were changed too and were slimmer and looked less like a haunted castle. A few of the console tables had ornate vases filled with flowers that freshened up the house, and though it was dark outside the hallways were lit with new light orbs that floated leisurely about near the ceilings. If Frigga remembered correctly, weren’t those an invention of Lady Mildred Crestfall, the Head of Household who specialized in elemental magic, from a few years back? She knocked on the office door and was invited in. Sapphire rose from her desk to greet her niece and the two embraced in a warm hug. “Auntie, thank you for refreshing my room,” Frigga said, figuring that it was better to be gracious than complain. She had actually preferred the light, cheerful pinks from before, but blue was the family colour and it was more grown up, so it was probably more suitable this way. Sapphire was taller than Frigga by about a head, everyone was taller than Frigga, and she was the very picture one might imagine when thinking of the word “noble”. She’d gone grey early in her forties, shortly after she’d become the coven’s leader, and her wavy hair was always kept in a low bun. Sapphire had an entirely different complexion than her charges, still fair but evenly toned, and her skin was soft like down. “I’m glad you like it, Dear,” she replied, her voice warm. “Welcome home. Here, let’s sit down and have the ladies bring up some fresh tea.” They sat in a pair of firm brocade armchairs beside the fireplace on the right side of the room and there was a small chestnut tea table between them for just this kind of occasion. Soon enough, they were provided with a fresh pot of herbal tea. Spearmint with honey was exactly the brew Frigga had needed, the refreshing scent clarified her mind. Once they were comfortable, Sapphire started business talk, and her tone refined into something more clinical. “I want you to feel settled, but there’s a lot to come in the next few months. Next week we have your welcome home party and then the week after we have Fenrir Cromwell’s. I’ve also been expecting new study material to arrive any day, it should have been here last week but it was delayed by the thunderstorms.” Frigga nodded. “That’s alright, there’s plenty here to get me started. I’m excited to see the coven, I’ve missed everyone! And I’m excited to share my illusion work with them.” “I’m sure everyone is excited to hear all about it. I was speaking with Marceline the other day, and she was saying Luna was interested in your work. As my Heir Apparent, I expect you to share your knowledge, though, if I might make a suggestion,” she leaned in with a conspiratorial smirk, “I would keep a few secrets to yourself if I were you.” Frigga tilted her head. “Why?” Sapphire chuckled. “It’s always smart to have a few tricks up your sleeve, especially as you won’t be made an official coven member for four months yet. Best have a few last-resorts just in case you need to impress somebody.” Sapphire sipped at her tea before continuing. “Theodore is also going to be visiting tomorrow, possibly with Marcus. You remember him right?” “Yes, of course!” she said, smiling warmly. Marcus Magnus-Monroe was a few years older than her, but he was a social savant so they’d become friends as soon as he’d returned home from school five years ago. They also attended dance classes under the same tutor, though never in the same group. “Is Theodore coming on business or for a personal visit?” Sapphire sipped at her tea and set it down. “A bit of both. His letter said he was excited to see you again, but he also wanted to contribute to your party next week, generous man.” The Thornehearts and Magnus-Monroes descended from the same coven founder, although distantly, but the Magnus-Monroe family hadn’t been able to officially be part of the coven for about one hundred years; The family’s magic had died out shortly after the coven was founded. It was around that same time, however, that a mine the family owned a few towns over struck literal gold so they were still intimately connected with the group. They could have regained entry into the coven by marrying into magic and revitalizing the family’s magical potential, but the family favoured genuine connections over political ones where their personal lives were concerned so it hadn’t happened. Magic or not, Frigga was always delighted to have them around, Marcus in particular. She had truly missed his uncomplicated friendliness and cheerful affect. Sapphire asked her niece about her time at school in more detail. They’d written often, but only so much fit in a letter. Frigga told her all about her studies and how she’d graduated top of her year. She told her aunt about her favourite classes (Illusion Work and Herbalism), about the connections she’d made (though she left out the intimate nature of her relationship with the mayor of Elderburgh’s daughter), and what she was excited about studying further (celestial summoning and the family’s secret curative recipes). She was filled in further about the coven’s different families, how the children were growing up, and who’d married who. She was grieved to hear that Jun Bloodswell, the Bloodswell Head of Household’s husband, had died a year ago leaving behind Victoria and their Heir Rosalind. Considering the Bloodswells and Thornehearts were not on the best terms historically, not to mention Victoria was specifically on grievously bad terms with Sapphire, Frigga made up her mind to put in some extra attention there when she could. Some kindness might help mend the sore spot. They talked longer than Frigga had expected, and it was such a lovely evening. Even so, a small knot of anxiety began to knit in her stomach; she loved her coven, but it was a lot to keep track of. She was doubly exhausted by now, so she took the clock’s 9:00 chime as her cue to retire. After one more quick hug, Frigga adjourned to her room. She wasn’t a morning or night person, she was happiest and most energetic in the afternoon, but it was still a bit earlier than Frigga usually went to bed. Into bed she went, however, delighted to finally collapse. With the busy days ahead of her, she would need the extra rest. Doris left a glass of fresh water at her bedside and a night dress out for her to change herself into, though help was easily summoned if needed. She usually had help dressing, but Frigga was so tired she decided to do it herself. Unlike her day-to-day clothes, the sleep dress was simple enough that she could easily slip into it, it was undressing and undoing all the laces that was the difficulty. After laying the day’s clothes out on the dressing table to be taken and cleaned, she slid the fresh cotton sleep dress over her shoulders and savoured how comfortable and soft it was. She then slid into bed, cast a spell to extinguish all her lights, and fell asleep instantly.

But she did not sleep through the night. She fell asleep easily but woke up at 2:00 and then again at 3:00. At 5:30 she woke from a nightmare so severe she decided it was worth a trip to the kitchen to clear her head. There wouldn’t be anyone there at this hour, she would have to find some milk or soothing tea for herself. It might be difficult to find anything, Frigga had rarely visited the kitchens before she’d gone to school, so finding something would be a chore. At least it would be a distraction from the recurring bad dreams. She put on her slippers and lacy house coat, tying it at the waist, and slipped out the door and down the stairs. As Frigga walked to the kitchen, she mentally sorted through what she remembered of it and was confident she’d manage on her own, but when she opened the door she found she wasn’t alone. In the midst of the kitchen stood a tall woman Frigga vaguely recognized with sepia skin and black hair shorter than most men’s. She wore an old, stained apron over simple worker’s clothes and her trousers were tucked into steel-toed boots with the stretched-out raggedy laces tied around each ankle. Apparently she’d been gathering up ingredients and baking tools from different cabinets when the heiress surprised her. She stood between the industrial stovetop and a substantial island, and she’d brought out one of two stools from its place at the counter’s opposite side. Frigga wanted to shrink back but she’d already been spotted. “I’m so sorry! I didn’t know anyone was here!” she apologized, her hand rising to fiddle with the thin golden chain necklace she wore. “No no! Come on in, Miss. You alrigh’?” The woman looked at Frigga, a soft concern in her eyes, and put her things on the island. Frigga’s heart rate spiked, but she cautiously approached. The woman was quite broad and, while she was wearing loose-fit clothing to get messy in under the apron, Frigga noticed she had the most gorgeous sculpted shoulders and deliciously defined arms. Must be really good at baking bread. “Y-yes, I had a hard time sleeping.” “Tha’s rough,” the woman replied as she pulled the other stool out and brought it to the island’s edge nearest to Frigga before turning back to the stove where a kettle had begun to sing. “Come on, I’ll make you some tea or somethin’.” She took it off the heat, pulled out a calming tea from a nearby cabinet, and began fixing it like she’d performed this ritual a hundred times; scoop the tea leaves from an air-tight tin into a basket, place the basket into a mug, and submerge it with the steaming water. Frigga wandered over to the stool and hopped onto it, fumbling slightly, but the woman politely ignored her misstep. “Thank you. Razi, right?” She leaned her elbows on the island’s top as she watched the servant work. A look of surprise jumped onto the taller woman’s face. “Must ‘av a good memory, you were gone a while.” Her voice was confident and playful, and Frigga’s heart skipped a beat. “Your father worked for us, right? I think?” she asked. Razi measured out a small spoonful of honey and stirred before placing the cup of honeyed chamomile next to Frigga on the corner of countertop between them with an impressed smile. “Wow, correct again. Here you go.” “Thank you.” “Careful, Miss, ’s pretty hot.” Razi leaned in and blew softly over the glass. She was so close. Her lashes were as long as a river and an aura of warm ambers and the sweetness of rum and vanilla surrounded her. She smelled amazing. “Lemme guess, nightmares?” “W-what?” Razi smirked before turned to fix herself a much stronger cup of tea. “You looked like you’d seen a ghost an’ only crazy people are up this early if they don’t gotta be.” Frigga’s brain finally restarted and she blinked. “Oh,” she said intelligently. “Sorry, I don’t mean to pry, Miss.” “No it’s not that. But yes, I’ve had them ever since I was small.” Razi pulled up another stool closer to the witch, her own cup of tea in her hands, and sat a respectful distance away. A little too far for Frigga’s taste. “Don’t they got a spell or potion for tha’? You magical types seem t’ ‘av remedies for everythin’, and they say you’re real gifted.” Frigga looked down into her mug as she felt her cheeks warm. “I don’t know about that. I think people give me too much credit sometimes.” Razi smiled slyly over the rim of her mug. “Well, y’seem like the gods’ gift to me.” Frigga laughed and looked at Razi with a mischievous grin of her own. “Did you come up with that one yourself? Are you proud of it?” Razi’s smile turned into a bashful grin. “I’ve certainly come up wit better, you’re absolutely right. Three for three.” Frigga took a sip, careful of its temperature but found it perfect. “There are some things you can do for nightmares but… none of them ever help. I’m always stressed out so whenever I do anything for sleep, magical or not, the nightmares are never gone long.” “Stressed? ‘Bout what?” Frigga gestured vaguely towards the rest of the house. “All… this.” Razi faltered and her eyes narrowed slightly. “Isn’t it what you love?” “It’s a lot.” Frigga sighed as her gaze fell to the floor. Razi leaned her elbows on the counter and looked Frigga up and down, letting a small beat pass. “I’da never known. You seem th’ type t’ have everything lined up proper.” Frigga grimaced. “I haven’t a choice. I have to have everything perfect all the time because people rely on me. My aunt makes sure I know that, but,” she looked past Razi to the window where the forest was barely visible in the early morning sunlight. “I would much rather go outside.” Razi blinked, her eyes flashed to the door and then back. “Outside?” Frigga looked back at Razi. The woman’s full lips were slightly parted and she had the loveliest hazel eyes. Oh dear, that wasn’t something she should be noticing about a staff member. “Plants make me happy.” “Isn’t your family all ‘bout the moon’s timing and circles? Th’ boss always has me rearrangin’ furniture to be ‘in phase’ or whatever.” Frigga shrugged, tearing her eyes away from Razi’s. “Yes, and it has always come naturally to me, but it was never… Sorry, I don’t mean to bore you.” Her cheeks were even warmer now, and Frigga prayed that she wasn’t blushing. “No s’fine. I guess I get it.” Frigga tilted her head, unsure what this unnaturally attractive woman was relating to. “Really? You appear to be at home in the kitchen here, is there something you’d rather do?” Razi snickered and Frigga tried to restrain a grin. Another terrible joke was coming, she just knew it, so she held her breath in anticipation. “I won’t complain, things are great round ‘ere, but it does get lonely ‘round this mansion. I gotta go into town if I wan’ visit my girls, so, y’know, that’s what I’d rather… do.” Frigga giggled, shook her head. “No wife? Or, I guess not a husband?” Razi shook her head. “Do I look th’ type to cater t’ boys, Miss? I expected better from you, you’ve ruined your streak!” Frigga grinned shyly. “I didn’t want to assume.” Razi leaned in a little closer, and the woman’s spicy aura washed over her again. “Assume away.” Frigga hesitated, looking Razi up and down briefly. Her eyes skirted over the woman’s biceps and shoulders, appreciating them again, and she landed on the woman’s hands. They were so much larger than Frigga’s, and the witch could see from here they were the servant’s primary tools. What else might those hands be used for? Frigga forced her eyes away before she could be caught staring, but she was certainly blushing now. “I assume you like to bake bread?” Razi burst in a full-bellied laugh, caught off guard. “Ah yes, look at ‘er, that cut and short nails, must love to bake bread. 'S that what they’re calling it these days?” Frigga giggled and Razi shook her head in good humour. “Please ignore me, Miss. I don’t mean t’ offend. I like t’ think I’m ‘armless.” Frigga smirked and side-eyed Razi. “I don’t believe you at all. Should I ask your girls how harmless you are?” Razi jumped off the stool and took an exaggerated bow, her expression much too serious to be serious. “I am as innocent as th’ dove, sweet princess. Heart is pure as gold, I swear, my maidens in ye olde town of Honeyshore would speak highly of my intentions!” Frigga tried in vain to suppress a laugh, though she managed to tease between giggles, “Those intentions better be noble or else there will be consequences, ma’am.” Razi looked back up at Frigga with a boyish smirk. “Don’t threaten me with a good time, Miss.” She held out her hand. “Call me Frigga.” Razi took it up with her calloused hand and pressed her full, soft lips to the witch’s knuckles. “Frigga.” She wanted to stay and talk to Razi longer, but she also wanted to be considerate of the woman’s time and Frigga had a suspicion she’d be a distraction if she stayed. The tea she’d been given helped, so she wandered back up to her bedroom. As she slid back under her covers, she replayed their conversation and smiled to herself. If she had known someone so gorgeous was going to be at home she would have made a better effort to visit. She brushed her lips at the place where Razi’s had kissed her hand and heard the rough woman’s voice repeating her name. Frigga’s heart did a flip and her stomach tingled. She shouldn’t be entertaining these impulses. But Razi was charming and thoughtful, had made Frigga laugh and not taken her too seriously. The irreverent humour had put Frigga at ease, even if she suspected the woman had been buttering her up just a little bit. She was definitely the type to be popular with girls, that was obvious. Maybe Razi wouldn’t mind spending more time together. Could Frigga come up with some excuse to see her again? That was such a bad idea. Really? She couldn’t be home a single day without forming some ill-advised crush on a staff member? A very lovely, very muscular, very charming staff member. It was a lost cause already. Frigga pushed a pillow over her face and whined into it. Maybe this horrifyingly inappropriate crush would fizzle after Frigga got settled and die down on its own. But it did not, in fact, die down.

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whisperingexecutioner · 3 years

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“Perseus does not tolerate defeat.”

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mcx7demonbros · 2 years

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OBEY ME! MASTERLIST

Created: 18.04.22

UPDATED: 30.04.23 (dd/mm/yy)

NO explicit NSFW STUFF HERE!

MY OCs

Klein

Angelo

Helios, the Traitorous Brother

Elias

1/ FANFICTION

Catholic MC

Prologue PART 1 PART 2 PART 3 PART 4 PART 5

First Friday in Devildom

Response to Levi’s “I’m just a yucky otaku.”

Summoned to the Vatican: pt. 1 pt. 2

Le Traître Le Massacre

After Midnight Mass

Papa mortuus est (M!MC as Pope)

Mole MC

Prologue CHAPTER 1 CHAPTER 2

Treacherous Brother

PART 1

Teen!MC calls Lucifer “Big Brother”

8th Brother Series

PART 1

Teen!MC Masterlist

One-shots

The brothers met the Sustainer of Heavenly Principles

MC is caught cheating in the exam

Something Is Wrong

Meal Time (minific)

Does anyone know the recipes?

Voting (Dialogue Nonsense)

Adoration for The Human

2/ Obey Me react to... / Head-canons

Pact headcanons

Their demon forms on you

Demon bros react to MC watching Super Sentai

The Demons as villains in Super Sentai/Power Rangers

The Brothers as Power Rangers

Demon bros react to Chibi Devi!

Power Rangers Villain! MC

MC’s Grandma Part 2

MC is a greedy capitalist

OM! Boys as Chinese Zodiacs

What language do the Brothers speak?

“You will fall in love with a human” prophecy

MC has the Omnitrix

Wheel-chaired MC after Lesson 20-14 😏

You call them “Seven Deadly Simps”

Top or Bottom (the Brothers)

Fortune-Teller!MC

How He Gives A Speech (the Brothers)

Smoking Headcanon (The Brothers)

I’m Running for President

The Devildom Public Holidays

3/ Hell Series

Headcanon

MC goes to Hell [Darker Version]

On Damnation…Again

Intro

The Gate (Limbo)

First Layer (Court of Sloth)

Second Layer (Court of Envy)

Third Layer (Court of Gluttony)

Fourth Layer (Court of Wrath)

Fifth Layer (Court of Lust)

Sixth Layer (Court of Greed)

Seventh Layer (Court of Pride)

Damnation Masterlist

4/ Links to other blogs for icons, wallpapers, etc.

Demon bros cat butler icons/avatars

Colored dividers

5/ A Catholic’s take on characters and other things in Obey Me

Lilith

Who is the serpent that tempted Eve?

On Lust

Is Obey Me a satanic app?

Raphael’s ability to eat Solomon’s cooking

Catholic!9 Choirs of Angels vs. OM!9 Choirs of Angels

6/ Others

Did Simeon write a BL?

Asmo’s dangerous Lust

I’m not giving butler Lucifer to you, Diavolo

Luke’s worried over us

Lucifer says sorry

View all your Devilgram cards

Lucifer’s down bad for MC

Weird theories / Imagines

MC isn’t real

Paranoid theory

Something is wrong

Anniversaries

Six-month anniversary (first event I played added to Lonely Devil)

1st Anniversary

Food Series

Each character

Brothers

Side characters

Diavolo | Barbatos | Luke | Simeon | Solomon

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valentineforlemonandcherry · 3 years

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Tag Yourself - Marauders (+ Snape) and Secret Relationships

You and your boyfriend are at the same party, and no one knows the two of you are dating...

Remus Lupin

Despite his promise to play it cool, his displays of affection for you become more and more forward throughout the night. At first, he subtly pins you into a corner and gives you quick little kisses all across your cheeks. Then, as he watches you flit in and out of the party room, trying to be helpful to the host and carry things back and forth, and stopping to kindly make small talk with anyone who seems to be uncomfortable, he remembers why he fell in love with you – your kindness and your charm, among other things, and he can’t help himself anymore. He stands up, interrupts whatever conversation you were having with whoever (Remus doesn’t even notice), and pulls you aside into the empty hallway. Worried, you start to ask him what’s wrong, when Remus kisses you so passionately that he accidentally presses you up against the wall. He tries to mumble out an apology for how rushed and abrupt this all is, but you don’t care that he broke your pact of playing it cool, you’re already kissing him back. His fingers are now tangled in your hair, and your hands are clutching the front of his shirt. Only a few minutes later, a few of your buttons have popped off, your party skirt is hitched up messily to your waist, and he’s taking you roughly against the wall. Dinner goes completely forgotten, and the hallway wallpaper ends up with your nail marks on it.

Peter Pettigrew

He slyly tricks his friend into trading seats so he can sit next to you at the table. Once you’re seated, he sneaks his hand down to hold your hand under the table. He squeezes it gently and lovingly. But as the night carries on, he grows bolder. Your cheeks are becoming flushed with wine and you keep looking over at Peter with your precious little doe eyes, blinking all prettily, and it makes his mind wander as to what else might make you blush so cutely. With that thought, he slowly pushes your dress up to trace the inside of your thighs with his fingertips before teasing you, grazing your sweet spot with his fingers just through your panties. No one else notices, because it’s all happening under the table, but you’re certainly feeling it. You hide your face, bite your lower lip, and struggle to keep quiet. Your hands sneak down to grasp his wrist, as he finally pushes aside the slip of cloth over you, and pushes his fingers inside of you. You let out the softest breath that both betrays and conceals the fact that you’ve absolutely soaked through your panties. At this point, Peter pretends to drop his spoon, only to get down on his knees, slide his hands up the outside of your thighs, and eat you out hungrily until you’re squirming (and cumming) all over your seat.

Sirius Black

The two of you agreed that under no circumstances would you give any sign of your relationship at tonight’s party. However, when Sirius sees another young bloke clearly chatting you up, he grows moody as he watches from afar. He taps his foot impatiently. You start to turn away, but the young man grabs your hand. At this point, Sirius quickly strides over and puts his arm around your shoulder. Startled, you look up at him with wide eyes. Sirius tries to play it off, giving you a charming and flirtatious wink, as though this is all meaningless, as he pulls you away from the disappointed guest you were speaking with. However, once he’s guided you away, Sirius drops his arm quickly and walks away. As he walks away, you catch the expression on his face. You realize that he’s bothered, and you quickly race after him – which means that you are playing right into his arms. Because Sirius was hoping that you would come after him. He suddenly reaches out and pulls you into the cupboard that he managed to squeeze himself in. You try to apologize, but Sirius won’t have it. He’s beyond your apologies, he needs you. You can’t resist, either. You want him. And the two of you make do in that tiny little cupboard, with your flushed face buried in the shoulder of his soft leather jacket, while Sirius is pressed up against you and buried deep inside of your warmth.

James Potter

Try as he might, James can’t keep his hands off you. He keeps tugging at your hand to pull you into another room. At one point, he even pulls you into his lap in front of a living room full of guests. You try to play it off as though you’re just his comfortable, close friend, but people are clearly suspecting. As it is, you end up avoiding him for most of the night. So, when you find James at the doorway as you are both leaving, you notice right away that he looks sullen and morose. You sigh. You tap him on the shoulder and say, “Hey, I think your scarf is coming loose.” Before James can reply, you quickly lean up onto your tip-toes and reach up towards his neck to “fix” it - actually, you hide your face behind his collar and then give him a quick, but very sweet kiss on the lips. James immediately brightens, and he abruptly bear-hugs you to him in such an obvious way that he makes you blush all over again. Ignoring your weak protests of “people can still see us,” he sweeps you off your feet and carries you all the way home in his arms. As the two of you walk up to the front door, he tells you how you’ve been mean to him, keeping him waiting all evening, and now, you’re going to make up for it by keeping his bed warm all night. You bite your lower lip in anticipation; secretly, you can’t wait. Just because you tried to be more careful about hiding your relationship doesn’t mean you want him any less.

Severus Snape

At the party itself, Severus acts completely indifferent to you. You keep glancing over at him, but he never even seems to glance back. The most he does it at the very end, when everyone is busy saying good-bye to each other. He subtly hugs you to his side and presses his lips against your forehead as a seeming “farewell.” As you part, however, he quietly whispers in your ear, “I’ll see you at home.” Once he greets you at home, you start to ask if he enjoyed himself at the party, but somehow, in his calm yet decisive manner, he has you undressed and in bed in a matter of minutes. Grasping your warm, bare hips in his hands, he anchors you to him, holding you in a position where you can’t help but to keep your legs wide open for him. Though he’s never told you, he adores you like this – all feverish and soft for him. And just like that, he keeps you - his secret, but absolutely precious love - moaning pitifully all night. Any insecurity that you might have felt at that party (that he never looked or spoke to you, that it seemed so easy for him to ignore you) fades away entirely as he reminds you, wordlessly, how much he loves and adores you by the way he handles you now in his embrace – carefully, but so very passionately, as though it is his deepest desire and need to show you how tenderly he loves you.

#tag yourself #harry potter imagine #marauders #marauders era #harry potter smut #james potter #james potter x reader #sirius black x reader #sirius black #remus lupin x reader #Remus Lupin #peter pettigrew #peter pettigrew x reader #severus snape x reader #severus snape

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