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bucks-babe · 5 months

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Virgin Bucky Gets His First Blowjob

Paring: Virgin!Bucky x f!reader

Summary: You give your boyfriend his first blowjob

Word Count: 2,148

Warnings: Established relationship, smut (Oral m!receiving), kind of sub!Bucky, Bucky is a nervous boy and gets a hard on during a movie, Bucky has a praise kink, Virgin!Bucky, No use of Y/N

A/N: Should I make a part 2 where Bucky loses his virginity to reader?

“Okay, doll, I’ve got everything set up. You pick a movie yet?” Bucky settles down next to you in his bed, making sure that there is no space separating the two of you. He wraps his right arm around your shoulder and you snuggle up into his side.

Your laptop is resting on both of your laps, your left thigh and his right thigh hold it in place. “Yes, and it’s one of my favorites!” You bounce in place just a little. “You’re gonna love it, Buck! It’s When Harry Met Sally.” Bucky chuckles at your excitement. Steve has his book of things to catch up with in the 21st century, and Bucky has you.

“We’ll see, doll. You haven’t let me down yet.” In all honesty, Bucky was thoroughly enjoying the movie, Harry wasn’t the type of guy Bucky thought girls would go for, but most of his enjoyment came from how happy the movie seemed to be making you.

A few times you would catch Bucky staring at you instead of the movie; each time you would look back up at him he would pretend that he was immersed in the movie the whole time and you would nudge his side. It just made him so happy to see how much you were enjoying the movie, going so far as to mouth the lines alone with the actors.

“Yes it is! You are a human affront to all women, and I am a woman.”

“Hey, I don’t feel great about this, but I don’t hear anyone complaining.”

Unbeknownst to you, Bucky is having the time of his life watching you act out the conversations, his heart never feeling so full in all his life. He truly doesn’t know what he did to deserve you, after all the horrible things he’s done in his life, he gets blessed with the most wonderful and understanding woman to call his.

His doll, his girl, who hasn’t even pressured him into anything. He felt bad at first, when he told you that he wanted to take things slow, thinking that you wouldn’t want to have a boyfriend who had no experience in the sexual realm. Of course, he’s kissed women, having his fair share of dames back in the 40’s, but he was a gentleman. He would take them out dancing, maybe make out in his car a little bit, but he never went farther than that.

Now, after waking up after 80 some years, the last thing on his mind was having sex. That was until he met you, the minx who has awoken something inside of him, but he’s never acted on any of these feelings, too scared that he would disappoint you.

Ashamed that he was still a virgin, Bucky always stopped you before anything would get too heated, and you respected that. It didn’t make Bucky feel any better when he had to go to the ‘bathroom’ after a make-out session, but you never teased him about it, the both of you pretending that he really did need to go to the bathroom.

What the fuck?! Bucky’s attention is back on the movie when Sally has an ‘orgasm’ in the restaurant. Next to him, you’re giggling while watching her fake an orgasm, but Bucky, he’s not laughing.

Bucky’s never seen a woman have an orgasm. Back in his day, the most accessible type of porn were dirty magazines that he used to hide under his bed so his ma wouldn’t find them. He tried to watch modern day porn after his not so mini sexual re-awakening, but after seeing some of the video titles, decided that porn was a no go for him, so this was sending all of the blood in his head straight to his dick. If it was over dramatized, he couldn’t tell, but his cock didn’t care.

He felt it twitching in his sweats and he tried to subtly shift so you wouldn’t be able to see the bulge under the covers. Closing his eyes, Bucky tried to will his erection away; however, the scene seemed to never end and his cock got even harder at the thought of what you would look like when you came, how you would moan his name, how you would feel around him.

He bets that you would look fucking spectacular spread out on this very bed with his cock burried deep inside of you. How your pussy would look swallowing him as he–

“Bucky, are you okay? You’re moving around a lot.” Shit! Bucky knows that he’s been caught. There is nothing he can do to hide the tent in his sweatpants; he curses himself for even wearing pants with so much give to them.

“Uh…yeah, I’m good. My back’s a little stiff from the bed is all.” With how red his face and chest are, it’s a surprise that there is enough blood going to his dick to have it be as hard as it is.

“Your back? Are you sure? Cause I think I see the problem.” Double Shit!

“Doll, I’m sorry. It’s just that…” Your giggle cuts him off.

“Bucky, it’s okay. If you want I can give you a minute to sort,” you glance at his crotch, making it twitch in need, “that out.”

Bucky wishes that the bed could swallow him up whole so he wouldn’t have to deal with this. He’s a grown man for God’s sake and he’s popping wood at the first sign of something sexual!

“Or…” You drag on, “I could help you with that.” Bucky gulps, finding his throat to be drier than a desert.

“Doll, y-you don’t have to.” There’s a spark in your eye that you only have when you’re up to no good, like when you set Steve and Sharron up on a blind date after being sick of the pining between the two of them.

“But I want to, Bucky. Only if you’re okay with it.” His heart feels like it’s about to beat out of his chest, but he is so hard, and he trusts you with his body and soul.You know that he’s never done anything; you would be the last person on the planet to make fun of him.

“O-okay. What do you want me to do, doll?” You close the laptop, effectively ending the movie; Bucky couldn’t give less of a shit what happens to Harry or Sally right now, not when you’re looking at him like he is a full course meal and you're starving.

“Absolutely nothing. I want you to lay right there and let me make you feel good. Can you do that for me, hmm?” Pulling the covers back, you settle between his thick thighs, resting your head on one and looking up at him.

“I-I can do that. Yeah.” He shifts so that his back is against the headboard. Bucky isn’t used to just laying back while someone else does the work, has never been like that, but for you he would do just about anything if you asked.

Your hands go to the waistband of his sweats and boxers while you give small kisses to the outline of his cock through both layers. “Good boy,” you whisper on his cock, chuckling when it jerks under your mouth and he whines. Ooh, he’s a vocal one, you think as you look up at his flush face.

Bucky lifts his hips off the bed when you tug at his waistband, and his cock smacks against his clothed stomach, precum leaking onto his shirt. With his cock and balls on display, Bucky fights the urge to close his legs and cover himself up; no woman, or man, had ever seen him like this, but he wants this so bad. He trusts you; if he wants to stop, you’ll stop, but heaven forbid if you stop now.

He’s fucking big, too. You don’t know if you’re going to be able to fit his entire length in your mouth, but you’re sure as hell gonna try! Starting at his thighs, you give wet, open mouth kisses, leaving beautiful bruises on his skin. Whimpering, Bucky tries to get your mouth on his cock; all of your teasing is only making his balls fuller than he thought was possible and more precum ruin his shirt.

“Please, doll. Suck it.” His toned hips leave the bed in chase of your mouth. He can’t count how many times he’s fucked his fist thinking about how the tight heat of your mouth would feel wrapped around his cock. Even now, with you kissing up and down his length, tracing his most prominent vein, it’s not enough.

“Shh, big boy, I’m getting there. You’re just so pretty I have to paint you.” His cock bounces from the force of its throbbing and another whine leaves his plump lips.

Eventually, you take pity on him and his begging, and you take the tip in your mouth and give it a harsh suck. “Oh Fuck! Do that again, doll!” He throws his head back, making contact with the headboard with a loud thunk. Hands flying to the sheets, and hips chasing your mouth, Bucky damn near chokes on his own spit.Christ, you’ve barely touched him and he’s about to burst.

Loving his reaction, you grab the base of him and spit on his tip, watching it roll down to where your hand rests, only to use your spit as lube to drag your hand up and down, feeling him pulse and throb in your hand. “Come on, doll. Please! I need more.”

He was fisting the sheets, not wanting to force your head down, but wanting you to take him down your throat at the same time. Deciding not to torture him anymore, you licked your lips before taking as much length in you mouth as possible.

“GOD, FUCK!” His hips flew up to meet your mouth, making you gag. He was trying his hardest to stay in control and not force your pace, but fuck, he wasn’t expecting it to feel this good. You quickly found a steady pace, hollowing your cheeks and using your tongue to lap at his dick. Salavia coated his entire dick and was leaking down to his balls, making your movements that much easier.“What the fuck! Doll, that feels fucking incredible. More, please. Give me more! Shit! That feels so good!” Such a needy little thing.

There were still a few inches of his dick that you couldn’t fit in your mouth, so you used one hand to work the remaining length and the other hand to massage his balls. His cock was leaking precum and you could feel his heavy sack tense up in your hand; you knew he was about to cum, even before he did.

Bucky pulled you off his cock. “Doll! I’m gonna cum!” It took you a second to register why he pulled you off when he was about to cum, but you then realized, he didn’t think you wanted to swallow - How wrong he was.

“If you’re gonna cum, baby, I want you to cum in my mouth.” Not waiting for a response, you took his cock back into your mouth, taking him all the way to the base, letting him fuck your mouth with the little jerks of his hips. The sounds leaving his mouth were almost akin to sobs, making you clench your thighs together to quell the ache between your legs.

“Fuck, I’m cumming!” His cum shot out in thick streams and you tried to swallow around his cock, but more and more cum would shoot out. You lapped up every single drop of his cum that you could, some of it dripping down to his balls. When his hips tried to jerk away, you pulled off his cock to lick his balls clean and tuck his softening cock back into his pants.

With a dopey look on his face, Bucky gave you the prettiest smile, having experienced the best orgasm of his overextended life. “I really liked the movie, doll.” He laughed after you giggled. After coming back down to reality, Bucky frowned, “doll, I wanna make you cum, too.”

“Oh, Buck, I didn’t do that because I wanted anything in return,” you repositioned yourself next to him in bed, ignoring the throbbing of your pussy, “I did it because I wanted to make you feel good.”

There’s still a pout on his lips, wanting you to feel good as well. “Another day, Bucky. I don’t want to overwhelm you with too much in one day, okay?” Eventually, he agrees, becoming compliant after getting his soul sucked out of his body.

“Next time, doll, you’re gonna teach me how to make you cum.” God, you love this man.

“Oh, I look forward to it.” This man is going to wreck you and you can’t wait.

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fictionadventurer · 2 years

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Hobbies need to be accessible. I believe that it’s becoming more and more important for people to have physical hobbies that create real things and develop real skills--giving people a sense of accomplishment and overcoming feelings of helplessness. But so often, it seems like even beginner-level instruction is aimed at making the entry barrier as high as possible.

I was reading this book where this guy argues that people should develop areas of “micromastery” when getting into a hobby. Find one small, achievable, but still impressive task to master, so you have a cool skill to show off (and the sense of accomplishment) without having to master an entire huge area of knowledge. Instead of learning to cook, learn to create a really good omelet. Instead of learning an entire new language, learn to count to ten. And then you have a knowledge base to help you if you want to explore further. Seems very common sense. Very accessible. Learning is for everyone, not just people who want to devote tons of time to a new hobby. But even that guy, in his instructions, keeps telling people to buy the most expensive equipment to have the best possible results. There’s even a point where he says “the more expensive, the better”!

That infuriates me. I am enraged. The guy who’s trying to make learning accessible to the masses is now saying this is the realm only of the rich! It’s telling people to buy into the marketing ploy that more expensive is automatically better! It’s absurd. It’s insane. There probably is equipment that improves the outcome of the final product, but it’s not necessarily the most expensive stuff, and you certainly don’t need the expensive stuff when you’re just starting out!

Yet, tutorials and craft books keep pushing this message. If you want to start drawing, you need an expensive sketch book and seven different pencils and different weights of pen, and the right eraser. If you want to bake, you have to have the best flours and the appropriate sourdough technique. If you want to knit, you better have the expensive yarn. That’s garbage, and it makes things more difficult than they need to be.

When you’re just starting out, you’re learning if you even like the activity. Do I like spending time drawing? Do I even like the process of knitting or woodworking or building model airplanes? It’s pointless to spend tons of money on good yarn only to find that you hate the process of knitting. Pointless to get the good pencils when the process of drawing makes you want to crawl out of your skin.

If you want to try something, just try it! As simply and cheaply as possible. Want to draw? Get a free pencil and a bit of notebook paper. Want to knit? Get a pair of knitting needles from the thrift store and some dollar store yarn. As you get deeper into the hobby, you’ll probably want to upgrade your supplies--but now that you know more about the process, you know what problems can be solved by better supplies.

I was always intimidated by bookbinding--the tutorials always talked about having the right glue and the right book press--until a guy in the comments said, “I use Elmer’s Glue and my laptop.” I could manage that! That was accessible! I got some glue and some big textbooks and made a book! Not perfect, but it wouldn’t have been perfect even if I had the fancy supplies--I was just starting out! And then I figured out that a paper cutter and some kind of tool to smooth the endpapers would be useful. So I got that--as cheaply as possible. I have made books and I have enjoyed it without a huge investment in time and money. And more tutorials need to take that approach. I refuse to believe that we have to give tons of money to the crafting industry. I refuse to believe that we have to be consumers in order to become creators.

#random thought of the day #crafting

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moonstruckme · 8 months

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I feel like Poly!marauders are sooo caring so maybe a dynamic where the reader is like an overly-insependent person and is not used to this kind of care and affection. Maybe it is reader’s first relationship so they have a hard time with the concept of leaning to others for support. Thank you in advance love!

Lmao this came wayyy too easily because I've definitely done all of these things! Thanks for requesting lovely <3

modern au

poly!marauders x fem!reader ♡ 1k words

"Where you headed off to, gorgeous?" Sirius looks up from his laptop as you step into your shoes.

"Grocery store," you say. "I'm thinking of making souffle tonight, would you want some?"

"Yeah, that sounds great." He grins at you in that way of his, and you know he knows your knees just went wobbly. "Want a lift?"

"Thanks, but the bus goes almost directly there."

Remus looks up from his book with eyebrows already furrowed in disapproval. "It's nearly dark out, love. You shouldn't be walking around by yourself this late."

You roll your eyes. Men. "I can handle myself, been doing it for years," you say as reassuringly as you can, slipping out the door before either of them can argue with you further. "I'll be back soon!"

You keep a hand close to the rape alarm attached to your bag as you maneuver your way through the shadowy streets. You've been tired since you woke up that morning, so a ride would have been nice, sure, but you don't want to become one of those girlfriends who relies on her boyfriends for everything. That was your biggest concern with getting into a relationship: losing the sense of self-reliance you've cultivated over your life. You don't need help from anyone, even if the big, strong men think you do. You huff a laugh to yourself.

The grocery shopping goes quick, soon you're back at your own front door. Sirius and Remus are almost exactly as you left them, both curled up on the couch, but now James is home from the gym. You know this, because he apprehends you as soon as you walk through the door, hair wet from the shower and dripping on your paper grocery bags as he attempts to take them from you.

"I've got them," you laugh, dodging him.

James gives chase. "You're carrying three! Let me take a couple."

"I can handle it." You kick at his ankle playfully, sniffling.

He pauses, and you take the opportunity to whisk the bags into the kitchen, setting them on the counter victoriously. "You feeling alright, sweetheart?" he asks.

"Yeah." You wave him off. "It's just chilly outside. Go relax, I'm about to start dinner."

James pouts but goes, flopping dramatically over the side of the couch. His head lands in Sirius' lap, and the other boy starts combing his fingers through the tangles of James' wet hair absentmindedly. Satisfied, you start setting out the ingredients you'll need, but a moment later Remus materializes beside you.

"You've been running around all day," he says. "Let me make dinner. You go relax."

"I don't mind," you say, slightly affronted. "I can handle dinner."

"Baby," Sirius pipes up, turning to look at you over the couch, "just let him do it. Take a—" he stops as you sneeze. "Are you sick?"

"No," you sniffle. "I don't think so."

Before you can move away, Remus has a hand on your forehead. "You're warm!" he says, in the same tone as one might say You're killing people and burying them in our backyard! A bit dramatic, in your opinion.

"Oh," you say, covering your face with your elbow as you sneeze again.

"Aw, angel," James says, your sole ally as Remus and Sirius look at you accusingly, as though they suspect you've been keeping this from them on purpose. Which....to be fair, isn't outside the realm of possibility. "Come sit with us, let us take care of you."

"Go," Remus says, moving his hand to the back of your neck and pursing his lips at whatever he feels there. "I'll make dinner, and some tea for you, yeah?"

You shake your head. "That's alright, I can—"

"Don't say you can handle it."

You huff, but it's clear you're not going to win this one. You go to the couch, where James accepts you with eager arms.

"Our poor girl," he coos, kissing every inch of your cheek sloppily. "Fuck, you are warm. You just need to take some time to rest, yeah?"

You sniffle grouchily, but Sirius pokes at your side, eliciting an unwilling snicker. "You could stand to let us help you out every now and then," he says, already seeming less upset with you. You suspect you have your illness to thank for that.

"I can take care of myself," you argue, but the fight is going out of you as you finally give into the cold you maybe sort of knew was coming on all day.

"We know you can, dove," Remus chimes in from the kitchen. "And that's what you've always done, but letting us take care of you sometimes isn't going to suddenly make you helpless, either." He shoots you a knowing look, too perceptive for his own good. And yours, apparently.

You sneeze again, jerking away from James so you don't spray on him. You feel disgusting, and pathetically vulnerable. Is this what they want you to succumb to? "I don't want to get too used to this," you say, voice small as you sniffle, wiping your nose on your sleeve, "and forget how to manage without your help."

Each of your boyfriends, even Remus, softens like butter in the sun.

"Baby." Sirius wraps an arm around you, looking at you with eyes so soft you feel like you could cry. "You won't forget. You're tough, and that's not gonna change just because you let us do some things for you, yeah?"

You look at your lap, contemplating. He's not not making sense. The idea of accepting help is so unfamiliar to you, it feels like a betrayal of your core values. But you love Sirius, and Remus, and James, and if what they want is to help you, maybe you can try to let them. Some of the time, at least.

Sirius curls a finger under your jaw, his thumb resting on your chin as he tilts your face up to his. He must see the concession in your eyes, because he smiles softly. It's almost an apology, and you know that he's aware of how difficult this is for you to give up.

"You're gonna have to get used to this, sweet thing," he says lightly, pressing a kiss to your overwarm forehead. "Because we're not letting you go."

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k-hotchoisan · 8 months

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Hongjoong x fem! Reader

Rule #4: got you wrapped around my finger babe, you can count on me to misbehave. Swamped with exams and finals, it was hard not to feel stressed. Thank god your new teaching assistant was there, right?

The finale of the guide—the rules of being a heartbreaker are simple, but whether or not anyone is able to implement them without letting themselves falter is another thing. So do you falter against the four men you entangled yourself with?

Word count: 6.2K

Warnings: general smut, dick sucking, dom!hongjoong, creaming, multiple orgasms, spanking, choking, studentxteacher

A/n: THE FINALE!!!!! Ngl I was struggling to find a way to tie loose ends together on top of thinking of a smut scene. And as we buckle up for the final ride, I want to thank everyone who has been interacting with this series, giving it so much love! ❤️💞 MAY YOUR TOILET SEAT BE ALWAYS COLD!!! THANK YOU FOR WAITING!

Tag list: @yourfatherlucifer @inniesworld (from twt!) 💌

❤️ how to be a heartbreaker: main guide ❤️

You couldn’t stop thinking about Seonghwa. When you thought about him, San flashed through your mind, then Wooyoung. You bit your lip. You simply wanted to have some fun, obviously, but at this point you were having way too much fun, being dicked down by three different men, and all of them able to send you to different realms of pleasure. You wondered if you had struck gold or entered a beast’s cavern by doing this. Nonetheless, one thing was for certain—you fucking loved the attention and how each of them fucked you so well, in their own unique ways. You could get addicted to each of their tastes at this point—as long as you didn’t get emotionally tangled with them.

Seonghwa had sent you back to your apartment before leaving for his work, and you stretched, still dazed over the sex you and Seonghwa had. You slapped your cheeks, keeping yourself in check. This was lowkey dopamine-inducing.

You left your laptop to charge in your room as you headed into the shower to freshen up. You only had one class today and you could come back to clear the remainder of your assignment.

The next few days you were stuck on campus, as the semester was ending, so were the deadlines, and for a good while, that took your mind off the three men, since you didn’t have the time to reply to their messages anyway. Miyeon barely had time to meet up with you, only doing so during her pockets of free time because she was caught up in her own deadlines, and sometimes she had to stay overnight in school to finish up. Being a fashion major was a lot more harder than you realised.

You started spending more time at a smaller campus library since it was a lot peaceful and quiet , despite being slightly out of the way. You did ping Seonghwa that you’d be pretty busy to meet him (well, if he wanted to meet) as well.

On some days, you stayed in pretty late and you’d see a boy with his nose in his books as well. He seemed to be always dressed in casual-formal clothing and he had stacks of papers beside an open laptop, his face hidden behind a pair of glasses and his laptop. But you didn’t have time to bother with the identity of that male because you had assignments waiting to be completed.

The next day, you attended your tutorial class and you spotted a new face standing beside your lecturer. Your professor briefly introduced the male as teaching assistant Kim Hongjoong, and you overheard whispers and squeals of how handsome the new teaching assistant was. Yeah, he was really good looking—all his features fitted all perfectly—even if the thick, black-framed glasses hid most of his features. He bowed slightly and walked over to the teacher’s desk, taking a seat. He scanned the class before beginning shuffling his papers before him, beginning to be engrossed with them.

The class quickly ended and you caught Hongjoong staring at you for a spilt second before breaking the contact. You furrowed your eyebrows in confusion—for some reason it was as if you saw him around before. You shook your head at the insignificant thought, because you had deadlines to fight with, and your main worries were if the library still had seats.

On the way, you spotted a familiar figure from a distance and it seemed like he spotted you as well, as he stopped in his tracks for a moment before jogging over to you, his smile spreading across his face. His arms wrapped around you as you had to process the sudden physical affection from him.

“Wooyoung!” You greeted. “Don’t you have class?”

“Yeah, I’m on the way”, he replied. “But genuinely y/n, it’s so nice to see you around. I hate to be cheesy but I really missed you.”

You smiled sheepishly. “Sorry for kind of ghosting you and also for the things I said. Had a lot of stuff going on too.”

Wooyoung shrugged it off. “No, you’re probably right about it. I shouldn’t be an ass, going around and playing with girls like that. What you said kind of hit a sore spot for me though.” He paused for a moment. “I heard about what happened with San from him though. Dick move from him honestly.”

You took a sharp breath, tucking your hair behind your ears. “It’s whatever. It’d be stupid to keep on harping over this. I made it clear to him too anyway.”

“That’s great to know”, and he stepped closer, and your breath hitched. “I really, really missed you though. Let’s play again sometime, please?”

You felt your cheeks flush a little at how direct and flirtatious he was being. He didn’t stop there, as his fingers snaked in between yours, and he continued, “I stopped breaking other girls’ hearts already. I promise.”

You somehow found that so endearing and borderline adorable. He was pretty fuckingwhipped for you. You lifted both of your intertwined hands up close to your lips and smiled. “Of course. But after my deadlines and finals okay?”

Wooyoung’s contagious smile appeared as he nodded, releasing both of your fingers. He jogged back to his friend after waving bye to you. You stood there, swimming in your thoughts, thinking of when to meet Wooyoung again because truthfully, he was really fun, both on the streets and between the sheets. But you decided to hold that thought for another day as you picked up the pace to your usual library spot.

The library was pretty packed and that was starting to irritate you. It wasn’t Wooyoung’s fault that you didn’t make it in time because you willingly entertained him, but it was annoying that you couldn’t find a seat. You walked down each aisle, hopping to see a vacant spot at least, and you do—one seat left within a long row of occupied ones and was facing another student. You brisk walked over, approached the person sitting opposite it, asking if the seat was taken. His face looked vaguely familiar but you couldn’t put your finger on it.

When he gave you the green light, youplopped your stuff onto the vacant table before sinking into the wooden chair, switching on the table lamp and pulling your laptop out.

The long table started to empty as dusk fell and your mess started to expand across the next table. Man, it felt never-ending with churning out the study notes. You stood up and stretched a little to get the blood circulating through your body, and your eyes landed on the male sitting opposite you. He was still engrossed with what it seemed like marking assignments? You glanced at his face and it clicked. It was the new teaching assistant! He blended too well into the ambiance of the library, that’s for sure.

“Ms y/n, I can feel your boring a hole in my head, you know”, he stated, still not looking up, and your gaze immediately travelled elsewhere after being caught red-handed. He finally looked up at you and you side-glanced him, soaking in his features. Shit, he was really quite the looker, and him staring right into the windows of your soul—even through the glasses—was starting to make your legs feel like jelly.

You plopped back down onto your seat, hiding behind your laptop screen. This time you felt Hongjoong’s stare right onto you.

As the evening dragged on, you began packing up, feeling the hunger pangs since it was dinner time already. You glanced at Hongjoong one more time, and this time he’s very engrossed in his work, tapping away vigorously at his keyboard. You decided to leave him be, considering he seemed to look determined to finish whatever he was up to. Pulling your bag up to your shoulders, you pushed the chair in as quietly as you could. But even that caught the male’s attention.

His eyes flickered to you. “Going off already?” He asked, and you could see the slight eye bags under his eyes.

“Yeah I’ve got other stuff to do”, you replied, forcing a small smile.

“Well, I’ll see you in class tomorrow”, Hongjoong responded, as his gaze goes back to his papers.

“See you Mr Kim,” you said, before adding, “try to get home early and eat something okay?”

And you swore you saw a glint of smile on Hongjoong’s face as he gave you a small nod before returning back to his papers.

“Assistant Kim has marked your assignments and I’ve checked through them. Should you have any questions regarding your grades or the assignments, feel free to approach either one of us”, your professor announced as he passed half of the load to Hongjoong to hand out.

As you waited for your name to be called out, you began getting lost in your daydreams, which got interrupted by your name being called by Hongjoong, who had to repeat your name twice. You snapped out of it and quickly rush to him. You met his eyes, expressionless, and then you glanced to your assignment.

It was a decent grade, but you wondered about the comments that were marked in red by Hongjoong’s rather messy handwriting. You turned to the teaching assistant, “Assistant Kim, could we go through the assignment together?”

Hongjoong raised his eyebrows but nodded. “Let’s meet at the library in the afternoon when you’re done with your remaining classes then. See you then.”

For some reason, your heartbeat quickened. Never in your years in uni did you approach your professors one to one. You walked back to your seat, and you classmate tapped your shoulder as she gushed, “oh my gosh you’ve got guts asking Assistant Kim for a one on one consultation!” You scoffed.

“It’s nothing. It’s not like he’s gonna eat you up.”

She sighed dreamily. “He’s so cute though. I’m too shy to approach him.”

It was pretty valid though. Truthfully, you just wanted to ask about your grade and assignment, you already saw a whole line of students choking the queue with your professor, so you deduced that it wouldn’t hurt to just approach the teaching assistant.

Surprisingly, Hongjoong barely took up spaces in your mind as you were trying to keep up with your classes. During your hour break, you went to catch up with Miyeon, who despite her endless amount of assignments, still put in the effort to look flawless. Nonetheless, you could tell her finals were wearing her down quite a lot.

“Hi bestie”, Miyeon greeted, giving you a tight hug. You returned the hug, hoping it’d energise her. The both of you linked arms as you stepped into the food court.

“What are the chances of a really cute guy as my teaching assistant?” You brought up, knowing she loved that kind of gossip.

“Oooh who is it?” Miyeon hummed as she poked the chicken with her chopsticks.

“This teaching assistant named Kim Hongjoong. The girls in my module have been fawning over him since the semester started.”

Miyeon shook her head. “Don’t think I’ve heard about him before. Got a picture?”

You pulled out your phone, attempting to search the student portal for his teaching profile, and Kim Hongjoong’s profile popped up, albeit his photo seemed pretty outdated, looking a lot more, um, nerdier than how he looked now. You flipped you phone over to let Miyeon see. Her eyebrows furrowed in confusion.

“That’s him?”

You turned your phone back to you to inspect the photo. “Damn, that’s probably an old photo.” And the both of you snickered as you finished your food and catching up.

You were dreading to get back to the library, having to bury your nose in books again until dusk broke, or however quickly you were able to finish your study notes. You reached your table and you felt someone staring right at you. You glanced to the side and Hongjoong was there already, sitting beside you instead of opposite you. “Hi sir”, you greeted hastily, hoping you still looked presentable. You were about to at least settle down and apply a layer of lip balm or two and fix your hair but there Hongjoong was, with indifference in his expression as he greeted you back with a soft voice.

“Do you want to take five before we dive into your consultation?” He asked, his focus back on his laptop screen. You started wondering if it was gonna get even more awkward, so you declined. “It’s fine, we can get started right away”, you replied, taking a seat beside him, and his cologne hits you instantly. The session was barely starting and you felt yourself spiralling a little already.

“So,” Hongjoong began. “You actually did pretty well for this assignment. What did you want to consult about?”

You tried to best to focus and forget about the scent of Hongjoong just whirling around you. You glanced at your paper, and pointed out a few parts you wanted to clarify. Hongjoong, despite only a teaching assistant, was probably a hidden gem of some sort because even though you were fighting for your life trying to get his scent out of mind, you still managed to understand what he was saying to you.

When he finished, you beamed, pleased as you scribbled down his pointers, finally understanding.

“Thank you Mr Kim!” you smiled, meeting his gaze. Despite his professionalism, you saw a glint of satisfaction in his eyes. “Anything else?” He asked. You shook your head.

“Do you want to go through the exam guide then? The exam is coming up, isn’t it?” Oh right. That’s what you were studying for as well. Prof had handed out the exam guide like two weeks ago. You pulled out the guide from your bag, remembering you had scribbled down on the paper what you wanted to clarify but gave up immediately when you saw the snaking line of students.

Hongjoong gently took the paper from your hands as he studied what you wrote, and you suddenly felt self conscious of your hand writing. But Hongjoong simply pulled out a pad of sticky notes seemingly out of nowhere and started to tunnel in parts of the exam guide to take note, on top of going over your scribbled questions.

Time passed more quicker than your expected and you were able to cut your study notes down since Hongjoong was able to answer your questions.

“Thank you Mr Kim~ if I ace this exam, I’ll treat you something nice”, you hummed as you studied your study notes. Hongjoong only smiled in reply.

The next few weeks your spot in the library was beside Hongjoong. At some point, half way through your study session, you suddenly questioned him, “Sir, don’t you have an office? Why spend time in the library?” Things became more lighthearted the more you spent your time with him, but of course you were cautious since he was your teaching assistant.

“You can call me Hongjoong,” he corrected you. “And I do. I just don’t really like how cramped my desk is, since you know, I’m a teaching assistant.” You nodded slowly in acknowledgement. You went back to finishing up your notes and a sigh of relief escaped your lips as you slowly shut down your laptop. Holy fuck, you were set for the exam. Hongjoong only glanced from the sidelines as a smile smile spread across his lips. He knew you were gonna do fine anyway.

The exam days came and went, and if it wasn’t the exam anxiety eating you up, it was Kim Hongjoong. His smell was starting to be very familiar—almost comforting, given you spent almost every week together. Even during the examinations, he’d sneak you small smiles as he gaze met yours while he walked around the classroom.

Sprawling your upper body as you laid onto the study tables outside class, you were relieved that the exams were over, only the final assignment left. Footsteps stopped at the bench you were at, and you, thinking it was Miyeon, automatically went, “hey babe-“ until you looked up. Hongjoong’s had an eyebrow cocked, and you slowly looked away as your hands slapped over your mouth.

“Babe?” He reiterated, almost smiling. You turned your head right back at him, hiding your embarrassment with the fakest smile.

“I thought you were my friend. I am so sorry”, you apologised, eyes still widened in embarrassment. He moved and took an empty seat beside you, and you realised how close he was the moment his familiar smell hits you. It registered even more the moment he turned to face you, your faces almost inches apart.

“Can I help you Hongjoong? The students are gonna say something if you’re this close to me”, you teased, the embarrassment from before gradually fading.

“Class ended like fifteen minutes ago, and this place is pretty far from our class, isn’t it?” Hongjoong teased back. Fuck butterflies, you had a whole ass zoo in your stomach.

You tilted your head in amusement, unknowingly inching nearer to his face. “Very funny, Hongjoong”, you humoured him. “What do you have for me?”

And Hongjoong was almost lost in your eyes for a good second, and if one wasn’t eagle-eyed, they’d miss the speed of how quick Hongjoong’s glaze flashed to your lips before going back to your eyes immediately.

“I’ve got news”, he announced as he slowly backed away from you, taking you in full view. “Your grades are out.”

You expression immediately switched over, scrabbling to open your laptop to log into the student portal. Hongjoong was leaning in, still smiling.

You logged into the student portal and your cursor flew to the ‘Grades’ section as you clicked. The webpage loaded and your grade was splayed across the screen. You had passed with flying colours. The dopamine rush hits you as you squealed. You turned to look at Hongjoong, who was staring at you fondly the whole time. “I knew you’d do fine, y/n”, he reiterated.

“And now I owe you a meal. Well the semester’s almost over. I’ll treat you when I submit my final assignment”, you promised. Hongjoong nodded, satisfied with the agreement. Of course , he wanted you to clear this semester with a peace of mind.

With a final click, you push the submit button and your hands went up in the air in relief. “Fucking finally,” you cried out. Miyeon laughed. She was a lot more chipper since she was also finishing her semester. You felt a weight lifted from your shoulders, that’s for sure. The sudden reminder of having a meal with Hongjoong bubbled to the surface and you feel your heart racing. Right, you promised him.

“Oh look who’s here. Is that the teaching assistant you were talking about?” Miyeon whispered. Your gaze followed hers and you spot a gorgeously dressed male walking over. It was definitely Hongjoong. He was evidently in good spirits as he approached.

Miyeon’s smirk grew wider as she pretended not to notice and held her phone at her ears, pretending to be in a call. You couldn’t help but laugh at how shady she was looking

“Hey, y/n”, Hongjoong called out, his hands only carrying a leather briefcase. He’s dressed in a shirt, tie and trousers today, he had forgone his usual glasses, and your breath was almost taken away by how fucking good he looked. Almost.

“Hi Hongjoong”, you greeted, already used to calling him so casually. “What’s up with the look today?”

“Had a presentation so I needed to dress up a little”, he replied. “I think I aced it.”

“Mmm. Right. You sure would have”, you observed, eyeing him down. He did the same to you, looking at how your outfit was hugging you at the right places.

“Right. You haven’t forgotten our little arrangement right?”

“Well, you found me at the right time when I just submitted my report”, you hummed.

He placed his bag on the bench table and leaned towards you. At your peripheral vision, Miyeon’s eyes widened in disbelief as she was doing her best to suppress her laughter.

“Excuse my friend here. She’s having a whale of a conversation with her other friend”, you waved off before Hongjoong started to catch onto something.

Hongjoong gave Miyeon a tiny nod and she smiled back politely before glaring back at you.

“I’ll steal your friend for a date she promised me,” Hongjoong smiled as his hands grabbed your shoulders gently. And there it was—his scent again. Miyeon blinked twice before feigning laughter, telling the both of you to go ahead.

As the both of you settled into his car, a “damn you look good without glasses”, slipped past your lips. Hongjoong’s smile spreader over his face and you see it in its glory—his teeth were perfect and his smile fitted his face so fucking well.

“So you’re saying I look ugly with them on?” Hongjoong laughed as he begins revving the engine. You rolled your eyes. “You know what I meant, Kim Hongjoong.” Playfulness only danced in the glint of his eyes.

You tell him the location of the restaurant and the both of you set off, carrying your conversations in the car.

Unable to decide on a place to eat, the both of you ended up settling on eating at a local kimbap place. The conversations were mostly about school and assignments.

“So Hongjoong, why don’t you have a girlfriend? You know you’re like, insanely popular with the girls in our class right?”

Hongjoong almost choked on his food at the suddenly statement. “I’m flattered to hear that”, he coolly replied as he downed half a glass of water. “I think I just think my tastes are pretty, um, specific. We have really good looking girls in our class, but I don’t know, I just don’t think about them.”

You nodded in acknowledgment. For the most part, you observed him during consultation sessions right after class, and he would always have that virgin ass gap when a female student would approach him. It was pretty ridiculous now that you thought about it. Then your mind wandered when he had interactions too close for comfort during your study sessions and that one time when you called him ‘babe’ by accident.

You pieced things together quite quickly, but at the same time, you wondered if he realised it himself—or if he was just playing dumb with you.

“What about you? No boyfriend?” He asked, passing the baton over to you, snapping you out of your thoughts.

“Nope. I haven’t really decided on committing”, you answered. Hongjoong didn’t seem fazed by that answer, probably because he knew you were still pretty young.

The dinner went on pretty smoothly, the conversation finally drifting past mostly school-related to more personal things from there.

“It’d be a waste to just end the night here, especially since it’s the last day of the semester”, you hum into the night.

“What are you trying to insinuate?” Hongjoong asked suspiciously.

You turned to him and rolled your eyes playfully. “I’m saying, that I’m not done with the night yet. So I’m going off?”

“To where?”

“I don’t know. All I know that it’s too early to go home”, you replied, gently bumping into him.

“Alone?” He asked in disbelief.

You nodded. “Why not? Might get a couple of drinks on the way.”

“I have beer at home”, he spilled, almost immediately. “You don’t need to wander around by yourself.”

You turned to Hongjoong, and you realised he’s eyeing you up as his body stiffens.

“I don’t drink beer”, you answered, a smile curling to your lips, and you saw him slowly getting frustrated.

“We can buy on the way”, he quickly replied, inching closer to you. You let him stay on the fence of suspense for a second before blinking and agreeing. Hongjoong lets out a rather loud exhale.

He brought you to his car and the both of you drove off, stopping at a nearby convenience store to get your liquor of choice, then going back to Hongjoong’s place.

Hongjoong told you to make yourself at home while he went off to freshen up a little, and you go ahead and sink into his soft couch. It didn’t take him long to come back and he spotted you lying on his couch comfortably, your head craning over at his presence.

You sat up and he walked over, taking a seat beside you, your knees bumping against his. He cleared his throat and reaches for the alcohol in the plastic bag. The cap is popped open and you take the drink from, humming “thanks” as you take small sips. He stares at you in disbelief.

“I…was gonna drink that”, he said, blinking. You stared back at him.

“Are you saliva conscious?” You asked, before tipping the bottle upwards, your lips touching the tip again.

He shakes his head, something else clouding his mind as he stared at you lick the rim of the opening. He took the bottle from you after you offer and took a big gulp, telling himself not to over think.

But it only got worse from there. When you came back from a bathroom break, as you tried to walk past him, you trip on air and landed right onto his lap. As you tried to squirm back, it only got more complicated as you end up grinding against his crotch on accident, and Hongjoong’s patience was running thin. He tried to get you up, but that only caused a soft moan to escape your lips as his touch around your waist sends you small electric shocks.

Hongjoong snaps.

He grabs your shoulders and pushes you against the cushions, his gaze digging into yours.

“You’ve really had fun playing around with me, huh?” Hongjoong whispered as his fingers ran up your waist to your chest, then to your shoulders, and finally your neck.

You smirked back at him, inching closer to his lips, and he was ready to dive in, until you pulled away, a sly smile flashing across your lips. Hongjoong couldn’t decide if he loved it or not, but he’s done with your teasing, because before you knew it, his fingers were grabbing your jaw, and you saw something spark in his eyes as he turned your head to face him. His hand slowly traced down to your neck, and his grip tightened, sending electric shocks down your spine.

“But you love it don’t you?” You hummed as his grip relaxed, staring at him directly in his eyes. Hongjoong takes a deep breath, evidently unable to control himself.

“Well, you certainly made things a little more interesting for me”, he replied, lust taking over his gaze, and that only made you shiver in anticipation.

You loved how Hongjoong had his fingers wrapped around your throat, like he owned you, hitching your arousal. He gave your throat another squeeze, and your eyes rolled back a little more, stars splattered across the inside of your eyelids.

“You seem to be in bliss, darling. You like my hands around your neck that much?”

Your eyes rolled back to meet his, and your lips curled into a smile. “Yeah. I’d love it even more if you fucked me while you choke me like this”, you replied, your hands snaking around Hongjoong’s. You see hints of rationale snapping in his eyes and his breathing grew heavier. He dived in for a hungry kiss, licking and consuming every part of your mouth. You could barely keep up, especially since he still had his hands around your neck.

He removed his hand from your neck, staring at the soft pink imprints his fingers left on your neck. He wanted to paint it even more, mark it even more, like his own canvas, and the thought of it only went directly to his dick.

Of course, you were always there to be the instigator.

He unbuckled his slacks and pulled it off, leaving on his boxers and his erection painfully pressed against the fabric. You wondered how much more you should push him, because it was getting pretty evident that he loved it rough.

He tugged his tie loose, trying to undo it, all while his gaze never leaving yours. Since he enjoyed looking you so much, you wanted to rile him up even more, so you climbed on all fours and tugged his boxers down, and his cock freed from the fabric, a thin string of precum staining his boxers. Hongjoong’s significance wasn’t really his length, but definitely, definitely, his girth. You tucked a lock of hair behind your ear, soaking his tip with your saliva. He groaned, his hands immediately travelling up to your hair, and tugging. Fuck, the electricity that travelled down your spine felt so good. You continued to go in deeper, taking in as much you could, feeling his cock twitch in your mouth.

“Fuck, y/n, you’re really a cockslut huh?” He grunted, bucking his hips, pretty much fucking your face at this point. His precum and your saliva were pooling at the corners of your mouth as your the vibrations of your moans only encouraging him to fuck your face even more. You fluttered your gaze right up at him and he almost loses it—you looking up at him innocently, with his cock shoved in your mouth. He pulled you hair back, and your lips leave his cock uncovered, now completely soaked, a string of fluid connecting from your mouth to his cock. Even that sight was driving Hongjoong up the wall—and he hadn’t even started fucking you yet.

His fingers stroking your chin as you looked up at him, you found yourself getting lost in his wild gaze. His hands found your hair again, and he pulled as his lips starved collided with yours, his kisses more aggressive than ever. The sensation of your hair being pulled tingling your pussy, the way Hongjoong’s tongue was soaking yours with his spit.

You managed to pull away slightly to speak, “Hongjoong”, you breathed, “need your cock in me, please.”

Hongjoong cocked an eyebrow. “You’re already begging? But since you asked so nicely” His grip releases, and he lets you fall back on his office couch. He slipped his tie from his neck and tightened a knot on both of your wrists. The flashback of you doing that to Seonghwa flicked into your mind, suddenly remembering how fucked out and desperate he looked withering before you, and now you were below Hongjoong, in Seonghwa’s position now.

Hongjoong‘s fingers wrapped around your neck now, and you felt your sanity slipping every time he squeezed your throat gently. Before you could even prepare yourself, Hongjoong already pushed his tip into you, and then his whole length so quickly. The fact he was thick only made things a whole lot more mind-breaking for you, his cock stretching you out on top of stuffing you full. You threw your head back in absolute bliss, your legs shaking as he bottomed out on you, his cock just filling up every space in your cunt.

“Look at you, taking my cock so well. You’re squeezing me so much. Too big for you?” He teased, lightening his grip around your neck for you to respond to him.

“Hongjoong”, you cried out. “Fuck, your cock feels amazing.” Hongjoong smiled as his ego inflated.

“That’s a good cockslut. I’ll make sure you’ll see stars for the next few days even after today’s fuck.”

He pulled out almost completely, and slammed right in, the nerves in your walls feeling every part of Hongjoong’s cock, the sensation had you fighting against the restraints, and a voiceless moan escaped, the arousal heightening even more with his hand around your neck. He continued fucking you into the couch, releasing his grip from time to time to soak in your pleas and moans.

He released his grip around your neck, his lips diving to your neck, biting and sucking, leaving a wake of bites on your neck and shoulder as his hands travelled to both of your thighs to hold them up, and he continued fucking into you.

“So good. So fucking good, Hongjoong”, you whispered into his ear as he continued to litter more hickeys across your bare skin. “Fuck me deeper, please.”

He smirked as he slammed right into you, sending more sparks behind your eyelids. Your legs trembled from the pleasure, loving how deep Hongjoong’s cock was driving into you.

“Hongjoong, I think I’m gonna cum”, you cried out, the knot in your stomach tightening.

“That’s my good girl”, he hummed, gently combing your hair back behind your ears. You were spiralling—how the fuck is he so aggressive and so gentle at the same time?

You bursted into pleasure as your orgasm consumed you whole, loving how he fucked you so deep as you creamed on his cock.

He began rutting into you, desperately trying to reach his orgasm. “Cumming… fuck”, he trailed off as he pushed in deep, spurting his cum right into your quivering hole. Your body was shaking from the pleasure as he released in you, whining and whimpering.

Hongjoong pulled out, and grunting at how sensitive his cock felt as he pulled out of you. His cum leaking out of your pussy only made you shiver even more, as he stared at your pussy quivering and pushing out his semen. He looked proud.

Hongjoong then walked over to grab a box of tissues after releasing his tie from your hands. He kneeled down, in front of your spread legs.

“Don’t move”, he instructed as you were still trying to catch your breath. He pulled out a handful of tissues and gently wiped you down. When he deemed that your pussy was not overflowing with his cum at least, he discarded the used tissues into the bin. He rubbed your thighs as you slowly sat up, then taking your hand into his, looping his other arm around your waist as he led you to his bathroom. Your heart fluttered how gently he was treating you, especially after fucking you so hard.

“Thank you Hongjoong”, you couldn’t help but say, avoiding his gaze. For fuck’s sake, he was the teaching assistant. And you just had sex with him in his apartment. His place was really out of the way, so when he offered you to stay the night, you agreed.

Only you realised it was a mistake when you changed out to one of his dress shirts, with only a pair of underwear underneath, Hongjoong couldn’t help himself, towering over you the moment you sat on the bed, trapping you between his arms before hungrily kissing you. The sight of you in his shirt had turned him on so much that he insisted you leave the shirt on when he pulled down your panties, and fucked you senseless with his shirt on—twice. He made sure that he unloaded everything into you, panting about being getting hard again the moment he pulled out and seeing you with cum leaking from your cunt while your face was flushed with pleasure, in his dress shirt. For some reason, that set him off.

Mingi was around your apartment with Miyeon, and he jumped as he read a message from his phone. “Y/n, I think you best prepare yourself.” You turned to him, confused, “for what?”

“It seems like San, Woo, Hongjoong and Hwa found out you slept with all of them and Hongjoong wants to meet you.”

“I mean they were fucking good though, like, no lie.” This only earned Mingi’s eye roll.

“I don’t know how you did it but, you definitely got these men hooked. You’d better find a way to settle this.”

Sure enough, a message pinged on your phone from Hongjoong, asking to meet up at a nearby cafe.

You entered the cafe, already knowing what to expect, as you neared a table with four familiar men. Wooyoung had his arms crossed with a pout on his face, San was looking up at you with thinned lips as he scratched the back of his head, Seonghwa with his usual smile, giving you a polite bow as you approached, and Hongjoong pushing his glasses up.

“Right. I forgot you all knew each other,” you huffed. “Can I help you all?”

“Y/n, I know you’re still kinda upset at me for what happened but Seonghwa?? I knew I saw that bike from somewhere”, San sulked.

“That’s what you get for being dick, San”, Wooyoung scoffed, earning a shove from the other male. “I still really liked being around you.”

Seonghwa cleared his throat. “Y/n, I know you weren’t looking for anything serious but what are the odds of it being all four of us?”

You had your hand on your hip, and you shrugged, “Maybe it’s fate.”

Hongjoong spoke up, “we called you here because we wanted you know your plans moving forward.”

“What plans? I thought it was like a fun thing yknow?” You played dumb.

“We…want you to choose”, San asserted.

You stayed silent for a moment, the four boys were nervously awaiting for your answer, even if they didn’t show it.

“I mean I would but that’s only if I lose the game,” you responded.

Wooyoung looked the most confused out of the bunch and he’s the first one who spoke up, “what game?”

“First who falls in love is a loser”, you smiled, already celebrating your victory as you leave the boys staring after you, realising they’d lost, terribly.

#ateez #ateez scenarios #ateez smut #ateez fanfic #ateez imagines #ateez x reader #smut #ateez hongjoong #kpop smut #kpop fics #ateez fic #Hongjoong smut

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sweetbrier2908 · 3 months

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satan, the avatar of wrath, the cynical fourth-born, the secretary of rad's student council. the only "pure demon" from birth in the family.

satan, who always wears a smile on his face, charming and polite, normal and decent, stealing hearts left and right because who wouldn't fall for a gentleman in the world of demons?

satan, a loyal member of rad's rare book club, loves books and loves learning new things every day, he knows every single book in rad's library, you won't need to use the computer to search for the book you need as long as he's with you.

satan, a cat enthusiast, his laptop is covered in cat-stickers and he spends most of his time in the rad courtyard playing with cats, remembers all the stray cats wandering around that area and even names them. he has this close friend that he calls sir cat.

satan, who loves art and beautiful things, who is close to asmo - one of the most famous beauties in the whole three realms, who once was the celestial realm's jewel. you would be surprised when you found out that satan didn't care too much about his appearance.

satan, who is frightening, terrifying, super scary when is angry, who is capable of destroying the whole devildom if he gets out of control, is learning to control his anger.

satan, who hates himself and his identity so much that the only way he knows to deal with this self-loathing is by pretending that he hates the person who made him this way. satan, suffered from trying to identify himself until you came around.

satan, who always thinks of himself as some boring demon and never understands how special he is until you come around.

satan, who is so scared of hurting you the way he used to hurt people. satan who always worries about one day you're going to see him like the way he sees himself - a cruel demon. a true monster. but you shake your head every time he brings this up ("are you scared of me? i know that you shouldn't be with me. i can't even protect you like beel usually does, i can't even be there for you like mammon"), cup his face and tell him that you love him over and over again ("stop that, i won't kiss you if you keep talking about yourself like that") until he forget about all this self-loathing and remember that he deserves to be loved by you and everyone else ("hey satan, how many 'i love you' i need to say before you understand that i love you no matter what you are") and he's unique in his way and he doesn't have to prove that ("mc, are all humans stubborn like you?", you smile "maybe, i mean, human life is too short for not keep holding on what's dear to us").

satan, who says thank you to you as you hug him every night. he's so grateful for everything you did for him. thank you for giving me a family. thank you for helping me understand my own self. thank you for staying beside me despite knowing every side of me. thank you for loving me for who i am.

satan, who writes you love letters and reads you love stories.

satan, who is the most gentle demon you've ever met ,and maybe, the most gentle you've ever adored.

satan, the demon you love.

#obey me #obey me satan #obey me writing #a snippet a day #just me and my satan obsession #obey me shall we date #satan obey me #obey me headcanon

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streets-in-paradise · 4 months

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Of Palaces, Princes and Magic - Thor x (Fem)Reader

Warnings: Clueless, powerless Thor from 2011. Tons of fluff

Summary: Wandering arround your home Thor discovers evidence of the fairytale fantasies of your childhood and promises to make your dreams come true.

Note: I wrote this last night on my phone with the last bits of battery I had and post it on the morning from the laptop. There is no editing or proofread.

Tags: @thorsslxve

Allowing a stranger inside your home wasn't your initial intention, but you kept stumbling with him untill you realized he had nowhere else to go. From the barely understandable bits of explanations you got from him, your first guess was that he may have just escaped from a cult, but that didn't make him necesarily dangerous. He was lost, clueless of the world after abandoning the place that was all he ever knew. You did remember him mentioning something over the lines of ' being casted out as a punishment' and that seemed to comfirm your theory. A cult linked to norse mythology, with a leader believing himself to be Odin who had raised him as his son.

Thor lived in a fantasy world and you could tell he was harmless because he never meant to hurt you in any way. He probably required of professional help, but to get there he needed to reach some bassical functionality. If many people would get to hear more of his nonsense, he would end up locked and that possibility saddened you deeply. As far as you could tell, he probably had been physically disconnected from the world all his life already. Besides, it was clear that he trusted you, because the out of place displays of odd arrogance he had with everyone else didn't happen much between you. For you he only had a quirky but lovely chivalry that sometimes was enough to make you live his fantasy for a while.

From all the decorative details in the place, his atention was focused in a miniature replica of Cinderella's castle you had on a table near your bookshelves. A beautifull toy incluiding small figures of characters to habitate it, so delicated and romantic that you kept it as decoration even if you wouldn't play with it anymore like when you were a little girl.

" Do you like it? " You asked him, followed with a sweet smile of encouragement. " It was my favorite growing up ... I'm a grown up woman and I still love it."

The last part of the explanation confused him a bit.

" I don't see why age would fundamentally change your appreciation, it's a fine sculpture of a castle fitting for the aesthetic preferences of a lady."

You couldn't help chuckling a bit, then showed him how to unfold the toy in order to see the inside and put it all back in.

" It's a toy, for little girls to play with." You corrected him. " Many girls enjoy playing pretend to be princesses as children, but when we reach a certain age we stop thinking of palaces, princes and magic... Unless we are reading a fantasy novel or something like that. It's stuff of tales and Disney movies, not reality."

The answer surprised him even more, but there was some sort of sadness in it. Pretty much as if he took pitty on the fact.

" Are people like me casted out to remain only in the literature of this realm?" He asked, with genuine curiosity. " Which tale does this castle tells? If there is any, as your words suggest."

Even in the simplest of details, the conversations with him allways felt like the dialogue of a fairytale.

" If someone would tell me that you have came out from the pages of a fantasy book, I would believe it."

" Yet you can't believe that Asgard is my homeland." He mocked you in return. " I'll convince you, all your doubts will be clarified once I will have my mighty power back."

You didn't argue with him, there was no need at the moment.

" Alright, your highness ... Do you still want me to tell you the tale?"

Thor smiled in agreement and you began to narrate using the playset castle as a visual guide. The fact that a grown man was just being introduced to the tale of Cinderella felt quite odd, but very cute. He was particularly intrigued with the fact that the King found no issue on letting his son marry a servant that presented herself to him magically disguised just because she was the owner of the crystal shoe.

" ... Even if she was the rightfull heir of the household, her stepmother made her a slave and that's a downgrade that should have disqualified her at the eyes of the King. How could the prince convince him of blessing that union? "

He was taking the story seriously and it was hard to provide answers in that perspective.

" I guess he simply indulged his son and let him marry the woman he loved. Prince Charming fell for Cinderella at the Royal Ball, he had no idea of who she was back then. The girl was a princess in spirit and maybe the King saw that, the crystal shoe proved her worthy of the prince."

For some reason, your answer made him smile a bight brighter than before.

" I believe you are a princess in spirit. " Thor sweetly confessed. " ... and a magnificent storyteller."

His pure cuteness was too much for you and behind your own smile heat has started to take over your face.

" Me, a princess? Please! You don't have to flatter me for hospitality. I haven't wore a tiara since I was eight."

Thor looked at the little figures of Cinderella and Prince Charming in their miniature balcony, then glanced back at you as if a new strange idea had just occured to him.

" What if you could experience what's like to be a princess? Would you believe me then?" He asked you out of sudden. " Not only about Asgard, but about my very sincere perceptions of you."

You began to wonder if the last part was some sort of romantical approach and were quite confused about that. He was very sweet and you loved his company. It could be said that you fancied him too, but encouraging him would be taking advantage of the strange situation and you would never do that.

" It's allright, Thor. I'm fine just like this. We are friends, you can help me arround ... "

" I insist, that's how I will repay you for all the troubles I have caused. " He cutted you off with determination. " I will take you to a real Royal Ball."

He sounded so serious about it that you began to question your own sanity.

" The noblefolk would be judging, It's a bad idea. "

" They will see you like I do." He optimistically replicated. " Your looks will reflect your royal spirit and you will not have to flee at midnight. If that's your desire, you will get to dance with a real prince ... Maybe two, if Loki also requires it. Ask him nicely and we may convince him of hexing your shoes to look as if made of crystal."

You giggled out of a pure,sweet surprise while hearing the details of the fantasy he was almost roping you in.

" That's very sweet. You are the sweetest man I have ever known."

You were gazing into each other's eyes when he formalized the promise.

"Currently less than what you deserve, but I will fix that soon. I will be back to my former glory, I will be worthy of you and In honor of your infinite kindness and patience, I shall make your dreams come true. "

#thor x reader #thor odinson x reader #thor #thor odinson #chris hemsworth #chris hemsworth x reader #thor 2011 #marvel fanfiction #mcu fanfiction #mcu x reader #marvel x reader

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I was the one who sent the girls night out with the female harbingers. And reader is rich and he reaction of the male harbingers. Oh and La signora is alive because she my fav harbinger

𝐇𝐚𝐫𝐛𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐚 𝐫𝐢𝐜𝐡 𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐒𝐀𝐆𝐀𝐔 𝐯𝐞𝐫.

GN!reader, Yandere Harem, probably short fanfic but whatever

Well, didn’t quite expect for their darling to be a rich girl / boy / non-binary who owns like… What? Three different laptops with different Genshin accounts? Yeah. Things have gone downhill from there, considering that the richest people in Teyvat were so sure they were rich. Also since Teyvat doesn’t have good skincare as we people have right now in 2023, bigger chance they stink a bit. You smell more better and have much more healthier lifestyle that this catches everyone’s attention.

They want to know how the fuck do you smell so good… Which uh… I won’t explain because sweetie, next time please lock your door when you’re nearby an Acolyte. I don’t want you to know what they’re doing in your house for that shit. 💀

And since you’re heading to Snezhnaya, the Fatui girls have been begging you to endlessly share your “theories” about your world, most likely, facts. They want to know how you bathe and, all that… I can’t count how many times you’ve sprayed perfume on them, good heavens does everyone smell so badly. Thank God Aether doesn’t due to traveling through worlds beforehand, but he’s slowly smelling too.

Anyway, back to the Fatui part— La Signora would love to know how you take good care of yourself. Even your smell and beauty / handsomeness is intoxicating that you might get arrested for being too pretty. You sit there, staring at them, thinking: “You’re telling me I’m a God who didn’t invent shampoo and conditioner? WHAT??” And this is basically where the shopping spree started for the Fatui girls and you, since they were the first to be invited. (Others would’ve been invited, if it wasn’t for their concerning ideas.)

You could somehow enter your world with Arlecchino, Columbina, Sandrone and La Signora… They even fawn at your house inventories and furnitures, it was quite cute if you’re being honest. It’s like four babies being in awe of a new life, which is understandable.

You showed them how shower works even, and how soap keeps bacteria away and makes them smell much more nicer. Yeah… Your bathroom is hogged 24/7 that the electricity bills are high as fuck, but that’s okay! You can always pay for it! After all, you’re very wealthy for a lazy ass idiot.

I could see Sandrone taking an interest in some makeup kit too, trying to build out of it despite being hard to make… But she somehow makes it work which was really sweet. You’re glad she’s making makeup kits and shampoos! Finally Teyvat can smell finer!

Columbina will take a liking to your laptops, thinking the screens is how you watch over people in different realms. (It’s not. You’re just playing Obey Me and Twisted Wonderland.) She will also steal some of your books if you owned some and never read them, she couldn’t help herself, okay? How can she when your house is full of things she could learn from? It’ll make her feel superior to those who doesn’t know.

❝This perfume is fascinating your grace! Your creations are always so lovely and perfect!❞ La Signora will keep praising you and take some dresses you’ve bought for her, which makes her honestly bawl her eyes out. She has forgotten about her husband… Yikes… Don’t blame her! How can she not when you’re treating her like some kind of royalty? She’s feeling so bad she wants to do something in return.

Arlecchino will probably fawn over armors in your place. They’re so shiny and well-built, she envies you for having such well made clothings! Wait, you’re actually paying it for her? Oh your grace you’re going to accidentally get into marriage with this woman. A hopeless woman.

And God forbids to let the Fatuis know, because once they do there’ll be a feral conversation once the girls comes back. An angry meeting. Like, big yikes when you came back to Snezhnaya with Tsaritsa escorting you away to Mondstadt… Because once you left — unfortunately — Tsaritsa will yell at the girls who did not give a single shit about it.

Pantalone will hold grudges against them, spitting out insults how they’re too broke that they forced the grace into buying them bullshit. That lead to Arlecchino and him having a death glare competition, with Pantalone taking out his gun and- yeah. Massive argument. Even Pierro and Capitano were disappointed in this.

And the girls felt more fresher than ever, dazzling with their own uniqueness… It makes Dottore want to puke and stab their eyes out so he could feed it to the Sumeru animals. He hated Sandrone way more than he should’ve… And La Signora should’ve died by Ei, if it weren’t for your sweet presence saving her.

Now the boys, especially Childe, are begging you to take them to your world to make them clean. Oh would you look at that, it seems like the Acolytes heard this, and is taking advantage of it too.

You simply, do need a break.

I’m graduating this year wtf

#various x reader #various #yandere x reader #yandere sagau genshin impact #sagau brainrot #sagau cult au #sagau x reader

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devildomwriter · 2 years

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Satan Birthday Fun Fact Special 100 Facts

1. Satan had a pet Flame Salamander but it preferred Simeon so he allowed Simeon to have him (it later ran away from Simeon)

2. Satan was once allowed to have a cat but kept bringing more until you couldn’t see the floors of the house. He has been banned from having a pet cat since

3. Satan is considered the safest option for MC to date by Lucifer

4. Satan has some control over Cerberus thanks to Lucifer teaching him

5. Satan belongs to a rare book club but advises all new members to make sure Mammon isn’t following since Mammon was banned

6. Assuming all humans are the same, the first valentines card Satan appears in he offers to kill someone for MC and attempts to give them rare jewels and other treasures

7. Satan’s wrath alone can shake buildings

8. Satan is stated to still be going through his rebellious phase. All his brothers agree.

9. Satan was born shortly after the fall from the celestial realm but due to being part of Lucifer he has memories of the celestial realm and of Lilith

10. Satan loves beautiful things according to his card though this isn’t addressed much in the game

11. Satan loves going to art museums

12. Satan has connections with literally everyone. His brothers are often surprised by this, even Lucifer

13. His brothers compare him to a cat since they never know when and where he’s going to show up

14. He has a giant inferiority complex due to Lucifer and feeling like his copy. Through the levels Satan has gotten better but still feels this way on occasion

15. Satan is the most openly sexual out of his brothers when it comes to encounters in the game

16. When lost in a forest, Satan took the opportunity to try and have sex with MC but they were interrupted by Beelzebub

17. Satan is rich enough to buy clothes worth as much as a house and discard them without a second thought

18. Satan checks a cat blog as the last thing in the day before bed so he has energy for the next day

19. In one chat Satan says someone he’d be attracted to someone with a mutual understanding of anger

20. Satan once strung up Mammon when he secretly recorded him

21. Satan’s feather boa is a nod to being created from both Lucifer’s wrath and the wings he ripped from his back

22. While most people don’t like things being thrown at them, Satan is worse. In a pillow fight he blew up about getting hit in the face and was even angrier when Asmodeus sent a picture of it to Solomon. Mammon once threw a piece of trash at his head and hid in the woods out of fear.

23. Satan likes chunky red bean paste over smooth because it has more bite

24. Satan despises baby talk not directed at animals. He was extremely angry when Asmo was using baby talk

25. After his birth, Satan was taught everything by his brothers. Due to Lucifer’s new harsh behavior contrary to his pre-fall brotherly behavior, Satan only saw this dark side of him and unfortunately it had the largest influence on him

26. Despite his rank at fourth brother, he is the youngest, and aside from MC is the youngest character in the game. In Issue 3 of the RAD newspaper the devs say Luke is youngest but this is in terms of physical appearance/mental age and contrary to many in-game details

27. Solomon and Satan get along very well and share a love of books, knowledge, and especially cats

28. Satan goes to a cat cafe often but is annoyed that they seem to prefer Belphegor over him

29. Luke was extremely surprised that Satan’s kind act was all a fake. Lucifer even immediately warned MC of Satan’s deceiving appearance the moment they were introduced

30. Satan originally approaches and “befriends” MC to use them to annoy Lucifer, this relationship dynamic eventually changed to affection and admiration

31. Satan covered his student laptop in cat stickers and did the same thing to Belphegor’s

32. Satan’s antagonistic behavior with Lucifer is shown to be an impulse as he also wishes to dedicate less time to Lucifer but does so anyway

33. Satan admires Solomon’s intellect and wishes to catch up to him

34. Satan cherishes relationship anniversaries and special dates of remembrance

35. Satan’s motto is “Wisdom is the treasure of all generations.”

36. Satan in B’s Log is said to easily be able to openly express his feelings

37. Satan likes the bitterness of dark chocolate

38. It’s been confirmed by Asmodeus that contrary to his behavior, Satan does care about and look up to Lucifer

39. The gray cat Satan is seen with most often is names Sir Cat

40. Satan has successfully pranked Lucifer multiple times. The most significant event being when he transferred his pain and side affects from Solomon’s cooking to Lucifer who declares he will get him for this

41. When Beelzebub’s mind became that of a cat Satan found him to be oddly cute

42. Satan let’s Belphegor sleep on his lap because Belphegor seems to really enjoy it

43. Both in the human world and Devildom Satan feeds hoards of cats

44. Multiple times Satan has made a move on MC in front of other people, once when Beelzebub was asleep and again when Mammon passed out

45. Satan starts his baths by washing his left arm

46. Satan in B’s log is said he has things he is jealous of when it comes to his lover

47. Satan is a fan of the artist Dantalion

48. Satan gets sleepy after eating lunch

49. Satan has taken MC to art galleries and events multiple times in the games

50. Satan’s greatest dream is to have a cat

51. Satan says for relationships with hardships he chooses to face them passionately

52. Satan’s favorite show is Mid-Fall Murders, a parody of Midsomer Murders

53. Satan’s book piles have fallen and trapped him on multiple occasions

54. Satan is a good artist

55. Satan’s daily goal is to pet a cat

56. In B’s Log, Satan is said to take the active role in Love and wants to bind and monopolize his lover

57. Satan loves classical music, especially symphonies

58. Satan is a night owl and has said si himself. Often it is because he looses track of time reading.

59. Satan likes to make his own Christmas ornaments—they are all cats

60. Satan is a confirmed sadist

61. Satan has said his room is not a mess and he knows where everything is

62. Satan enjoys going for walks at night

63. Satan believes Easter is the perfect day to throws eggs at Lucifer

64. Satan agrees with Lucifer that Luke is like a dog

65. Satan sometimes wonders if Mammon is the most decent of them, though he hasn’t stated why

66. Satan isn’t aware humans count sheep to go to sleep and mistaking it believes it’s crows

67. Satan loves Ska Music believes it’s appealing no matter age or gender

68. Satan has never won a game of chess against Diavolo

69. Satan is one of the worst drunks according to Asmodeus

70. Satan is most trusted by Asmodeus

71. Levi asked Satan for a Cherry Crush once but Satan gave it to some cats saying they wanted it more

72. Raphael made Satan extremely angry by pointing out he reminded him of Lucifer right to his face

73. Satan once got angry when Lucifer said it made no difference if he did the paperwork or Satan bug later it was revealed it’s because Lucifer trusts him and knows he will always do a good job

74. Asmodeus believes if Satan ever becomes truly angry the world will end, this belief is shared by most of the Devildom

75. According to Beelzebub, Satan looked at him reproachfully for eating a cat shaped pancake at the Cat’s Eye.

76. Satan and Luke like the Devil Animals TV Show, and they watch it together when Luke comes over to the house of lamentation. Belphegor once found them absorbed in a scene of a cat swiping at a zombie iguana

77. Mephistopheles and Satan have a chat where 9 times out of 10 they devise plans to ruin Lucifer, gossip about him, complain about him, or discuss rumors about him

78. Satan once gave Lucifer a scarf but it was cursed to grow for eternity so he immediately burned it

79. Satan visits the demon lord castle archives very often

80. Satan is the only one of his brothers to have been born a demon

81. Satan put cat towers in the backyard, hoping to entice cats to play in their garden. Since he isn’t feeding them he claims he’s not breaking the no-cats-rule

82. Satan saved Luke from falling down the stairs. Luke called him an accursed demon but Satan later found candies on his desk

83. Satan is knowledgeable in Venus flytraps, and told Mammon they like stuffy humid places

84. A convenience store put out a capsule toy machine with kittens. Satan was afraid of everyone would think and got MC to go with him

85. Satan unknowingly wore face-changing mask that made it appear he was smiling, Lucifer chose not to do anything, worried about what Satan would do to Mammon if he found out

86. Satan gave cursed candies to Lucifer once but it didn’t affect him much and Satan was “distraught” according to Mammon

87. Satan once suffered a curse that made everything look like cats. According to Barbatos he wasn’t bothered at all

88. When MC was practicing wash granting they made a giant cat for Satan

89. Satan fell asleep with a cat under a tree and ended up covered in petals, solomon thought it was cute

90. At least five of Satan’s outfits involve cats

91. When Beelzebub ate cat food, Satan got mad as he saw it as stealing food made for cats

92. Satan reports everything his brother’s get up to to Lucifer

93. When Belphegor fell asleep in his soup it was Satan who decided to clean him up and tuck him into bed

94. Despite Belphegor being bad at drawing, if it’s of a cat, Satan can tell what it is down to the specific cat breed

95. Satan finds that cleaning the kitchen is stress-relieving, this was recommended by MC

96. Satan borrows manga and light novels from Levi

97. Satan blew up when Belphegor admitted he accidentally spilled something on Satan’s book and left it that way

98. Satan’s brothers all began apologizing to Satan in fear for their life when he casually read a torture manual in the cafeteria at school

99. Satan laughs when remembering the time he strangled a bunch of demons on his first day of school

100. A child once ran into Satan while he visited the human world. He helped the child but the child blamed him and went crying to his parents who started yelling at Satan. Satan put the fear of god in them and finds it hysterical, proudly sharing this story

#obey me shall we date #obey me birthday #obey me satan #omswd Satan #obey me fun facts

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bloomingdayswithyou · 6 months

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Can i request lucifer with a reader that’s dealing with writer’s block? thank you ^^

Ink and Despair

Pairing: Lucifer x gn!reader

Words: 775

A/N: hi anon! since you didn't specify the gender I made them gn. If you want me to change that please tell me so!

Writer's block was the cruelest of afflictions, and you found yourself ensnared by its unforgiving grasp. Staring at the blank screen of your laptop, you sighed in frustration, the cursor blinking mockingly at you. Your thoughts swirled like a storm within your mind, a cacophony of half-formed ideas and tangled sentences. It was as if the well of inspiration had run dry, leaving only the arid wasteland of your imagination.

Sitting at your desk in the cozy attic of the House of Lamentation, you tapped your fingers rhythmically against the wooden surface. The room was dimly lit, save for the soft, ambient glow of a desk lamp. Outside, the rain pelted against the windowpane, a symphony of sorrowful echoes. Lucifer had advised you to stay inside for the evening, given the inclement weather, but you couldn't help but feel that the storm within you was far more tumultuous than the one outside.

Lucifer himself sat across from you, engrossed in a tome of ancient texts. His silver hair gleamed in the lamplight, and his glasses perched on the bridge of his nose lent him an air of scholarly elegance. The faint scent of his cologne wafted over to you, mingling with the subtle aroma of parchment and aged leather. His presence was both soothing and intimidating, as he was the personification of wisdom and responsibility in the demon world.

With a heavy sigh, you rested your head in your hands, frustration building to an unbearable crescendo. "I just can't do it, Lucifer," you confessed, your voice barely above a whisper.

He looked up from his reading, concern etched into his features. "Is something troubling you, my dear? You seem quite distraught."

You bit your lower lip, struggling to put your feelings into words. "It's this damn writer's block. I have a deadline approaching, and I can't come up with anything. I'm letting everyone down."

Lucifer closed his book and placed it carefully on the desk. "Ah, the dreaded writer's block. It plagues even the most creative minds." He stood and walked over to your side, leaning against the desk. "Perhaps I can offer some assistance. Tell me, what's the nature of your assignment?"

You explained the concept of the story you were supposed to write, and Lucifer listened attentively, his fingers gently tapping his chin in thought. After a moment, he smiled reassuringly. "I see. It's a common theme, but I'm sure we can find a unique angle to approach it. Let's brainstorm together."

His offer warmed your heart. With his guidance, you began to bounce ideas back and forth, and slowly but surely, a plot began to take shape. Lucifer's eloquence and deep knowledge of literature and history lent a richness to your story that you couldn't have achieved on your own.

As the hours passed, you lost track of time. The storm outside had transformed into a gentle rain, and the attic felt like a haven of creativity. The chemistry between you and Lucifer was palpable, and you couldn't help but feel a sense of kinship with him, despite his usual stern demeanor.

Eventually, the story was born from your shared efforts. It was a tale of forbidden love and redemption, set against a backdrop of celestial and infernal realms. The characters came to life, and their struggles mirrored your own in overcoming writer's block. It was a story that resonated with your own journey, a testament to the power of creativity and perseverance.

Lucifer read the final draft aloud, his voice like a mellifluous symphony, bringing the words to life. "I must say, my dear, this is a remarkable piece. You've managed to capture the essence of human resilience and the indomitable spirit of creativity."

You blushed, humbled by his praise. "I couldn't have done it without your help, Lucifer. You're not just a scholar and a leader but a true inspiration."

Lucifer's lips quirked into a rare, genuine smile. "Thank you, my dear. You possess a unique talent for storytelling, and I was merely here to provide a nudge in the right direction. Now, I suggest you rest. You've been working diligently, and you deserve a break."

You nodded, grateful for his guidance. As you closed your laptop and prepared to retire for the night, you couldn't help but feel a renewed sense of purpose and inspiration. Lucifer's presence had not only helped you overcome your writer's block but had also enriched your life in unexpected ways.

The storm outside had passed, and the sky was clear. In the quiet of your room, you knew that with Lucifer by your side, you could weather any creative tempest that came your way.

#obey me x reader #obey me #obey me fanfic #obey me x male reader #lucifer #obey me lucifer #lucifer x reader #lucifer x male reader #lucifer fluff #obey me fluff

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suppose-i-was-worm · 9 months

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I Put a Spell On You

Real Married (Part 2)

“Danny, I would like to request that you return the favor from the other day in kind.”

Damian set his books down next to Danny’s at the library table casually, as if he hadn’t just implied that he wanted to fake date Danny again.

Swallowing, Danny returned his attention to his laptop, typing away resolutely and hoping his blush wasn’t too red.

“Sure, what’s the occasion?”

He thought he saw Damian smile smugly out of the corner of his eye, but when he turned his head, his technical-husband had on his typical blank expression.

“My family is under the impression that I have a significant other, and Grayson was so excited. I cannot bear to disappoint him.”

Danny chuckled.

“Yeah, from what you’ve told me, that tracks. When do you need me?”

“I would like to hold the ruse for at least a month, culminating in a gala at which point we will be free to stage a breakup.”

Squinting, Danny stared at his friend. Fake boyfriend.

“You’re doing this to get out of going to galas again, aren’t you.”

Damian shrugged.

“That is one of the benefits, yes.”

Danny laughed and saved his work, closing his laptop and taking Damian’s hand.

“Alright, boyfriend. Take me out to lunch.”

His husband lifted Danny’s hand to his lips, a smirk dancing across his face.

“Anything for you, Beloved.”

~~~

The next month was wonderful- Danny swanned around on Damian’s arm half the time, and let himself indulge in all the little touches and lingering kisses that he wanted. Damian hadn’t told him when they were meeting his family, but given Damian’s nature, his family probably kept an eye on him somehow anyways.

He especially liked it when Damian wore jeans- a rare occasion, but it meant he could slide one hand into Damian’s back pocket possessively. It made the part of him that was the ghost king 24/7 feel like he was doing something right when it came to his consort.

Danny couldn’t help that he was a guardian spirit. Or that it felt like he was guarding Damian somehow the more he staked his (fake) claim.

Sam and Tucker spent at least an hour teasing him about it when he told them what was going on.

“Danny, you really should tell him how you feel.”

Danny pouted at Jazz.

“He’s not the kind of person who would be okay with that, Jazz. It’s fine, though, I found the ritual to dissolve the marriage. I’ll tell him after the gala.”

Jazz looked at him judgmentally.

“You have to tell him the truth, Danny, or you’ll be heartbroken in the end.”

“I already am.”

~~~

The dreaded gala came before Danny wanted it to. Damian had taken him to get a suit fitted, somehow keeping a hand on him throughout the entire process.

They looked good together- Danny in a black suit with dark green accents and Damian in a matching green suit with black accents. It was a whirlwind getting into the gala, cameras flashing and snapping the entire walk into the venue, Damian’s hand heavy on Danny’s waist.

Danny did his best to focus on the warmth on his hip instead of the nerves roiling in his stomach. He had to not only fake date Damian tonight, but fake fight him and fake break up with him.

He also promised himself that he would tell Damian about the ritual after. The heavy tome that he’d gotten from the Realms sat innocently on his apartment table, disguised to look like a textbook.

“Beloved?”

With a start, he looked up at Damian, who was watching him with concern flickering in his emerald eyes.

“Are you alright, Beloved? We can leave if you are overwhelmed.”

Danny shook his head, noting that Damian’s family was waiting for them a little ways into the venue.

“It’s no more overwhelming than anything here in Gotham.”

Damian smiled gently and leaned down to kiss him, sparking a cacophony of camera flashes and reporters yelling questions.

The two of them made their way past the doors and into the throng of party-goers.

“You must be Danny. I’m sure there’s no need for us to introduce ourselves.”

Danny smiled at Bruce Wayne guilelessly.

“Of course not! Damian speaks highly of all of you. Thank you very much for the invitation tonight- everything looks wonderful.”

Bruce Wayne smiled back, a sharp glint in his eye as he sized Danny up. Danny didn’t flinch, holding the billionaire’s gaze without hesitation.

After a few moments, the older man nodded and turned away, his smile growing wide and insincere.

Danny, a person with no self control, looked mischievously up at Damian.

“I don’t know, Dames- Bernard in psych might be right. The butts do match.”

Three of the other Bats near them snickered, but Damian just looked fondly down at Danny.

Ancients, Damian was a good actor. Danny knew he was just letting himself enjoy this, but Damian surely must be putting on an act. He couldn’t feel the same way, not in a million years. Their connection was forced in the first place, and Danny couldn’t- he couldn’t take more advantage of that than he already had.

Damian led him onto the dance floor, and then into a slow swaying dance.

Danny, pressed close to his soon-to-be ex-husband and the love of his life, couldn’t hold it in anymore.

“I found the ritual to fix the- marriage thing.”

“Oh?”

Nodding, Danny focused on their feet.

“Yeah. It’s at my apartment. We can go take care of that after, if you want?”

Damian was quiet for a long time, so Danny finally worked up enough courage to look up at the other man.

“Are you- angry?”

“No, Beloved.”

The crease in between his eyebrows told Danny differently.

“You look angry.”

“I am not.”

Danny stopped dancing and pulled away from Damian. Okay, might as well start this fight, then.

“I don’t like you lying to me, Dames.”

He heard whispers start to wash over the room as they looked at each other. Danny put his hands on his hips.

Damian crossed his arms.

“I thought you were more observant, Daniel.”

“Don’t call me that.”

The rest of the sentence caught up to Danny.

“What was I supposed to be observing?”

“You really hadn’t noticed? You- of course you hadn’t. You were so focused on finding out how to end this that you never looked at me.”

Danny took a step back at the venom in Damian’s voice, his eyes widening.

“Never looked at you? I- I looked at you the entire time! If I had my way I’d never- Ancients, Damian, you’re the one who doesn’t-“

He cut himself off, feeling ice start to creep across the floor as his emotions took hold.

“Doesn’t what?”

Damian’s voice was quiet, but dangerous, as if Danny had said something horrible.

Danny stayed quiet, stubbornly looking away.

“Doesn’t what, Danny.”

He made the mistake of looking back at Damian, and the anger on his husband’s face made him snap.

“Doesn’t love me back, Damian! You- you were forced into this arrangement in the first place, and I appreciate the help you’ve given me, but I don’t- I don’t want you to feel obligated just because I’m so besotted!”

Danny was practically yelling by the end of his confession, and the look on Damian’s face had changed from anger to shock during it.

“You- Beloved.”

Damian stalked forward, and Danny could only stand frozen until the taller man gathered him into his arms and drew him into a passionate kiss.

It took a moment for Danny to realize what was happening, but then he participated enthusiastically, melting into Damian’s embrace.

When neither of them could breathe, Damian pulled back a fraction of an inch.

“I do not want you to leave me, Danny. I want to tie you to me in this world as we are tied in the next. Please- I beg of you, and I do not beg often. Stay with me, Beloved.”

Danny wrapped his arms around Damian’s neck and drew his husband into another kiss.

#dp x dc #dp x dc fanfic #danny phantom #dp x batman #damian wayne #dead serious #idiots to lovers

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sergeantsporks · 1 year

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Aroace Hunter Week Day 1: Cosmic Frontier/Space

“Hunter?”

An answering groan came from behind the couch, and Gus leaned on the back, peering down at Hunter. “You finished, huh?”

One hand reached dramatically for the ceiling. “Need… more… Cosmic Frontier… books…”

“Yeah… that’s the last of them, buddy. There are no more.”

“Where’s the author? I’m going to demand he publish another.”

“He’s like, old now.”

“So’s Eda, that doesn’t stop her from doing crazy stuff.”

Gus wiggled his eyebrows. “What if I told you… that there’s a whole internet worth of Cosmic Frontier books? More than we could read in a lifetime? And we don’t need to commit crimes to get new content?”

Hunter sat straight up. “I’d say you’re lying. Go on.”

“It’s true! Luz was telling me that she used to write a lot of what was called ‘fanfiction’ for Azura, where she continued storylines, or made up entirely new ones with the same characters! And she just put them online! For free! For anyone to read!”

“You can do that?! Just make up content?! Without being the original author?”

“Apparently! And I bet there’s some for Cosmic Frontier!”

Hunter launched himself towards the stairs. “What are we waiting for?! Let’s go!”

Gus scrambled up the stairs with him, going all the way up to Luz’s room. “Luz can we borrow your computer, it’s super important, we need to find Cosmic Frontier content this instant.”

Luz rolled her chair to her desk. “Oh my gosh, I’ve been waiting for this moment. Welcome to my realm. Here.” She pulled up a webpage. “Library of Our Own is a good place to start, they have a good filtering system so that you can take out any search results you might not want to read.”

Hunter took her hands. “Luz. I don’t think you understand. I will read. All. Of the Cosmic Frontier content. That I can find.”

One of Luz’s eyebrows went up, but she shook her head, handing him the computer. “Alright, then. Don’t say I didn’t warn you.”

“Thank you. We will return your laptop in three to five business days.”

Hunter grabbed the computer and headed for the door.

“Wait, I’ll need it before then!”

Hunter and Gus ran back to the basement, rushing to the couch. Hunter cracked his knuckles, holding down the Shift button with one finger and using his index finger to hit the c. then o. then s. Gus groaned.

“Ohhhhhhh you type so slooooowwwww.”

“I am making sure I spell it correctly, Gus.”

F… r… o…

Gus reached over him, typed in the remainder of the word, and hit enter.

“Over one hundred thousand,” Hunter whispered, “One hundred thousand books for us to read, Gus!”

“What did I tell you?! What’s the first one, what’s the first one?”

“Uhhhhh Intergalactic Relationships. Oh, I bet it’s a political setting! Uhhhhh, let’s see, Avery/O’Bailey, awesome, has our favorite characters in it.”

Gus peered at the tags. “What’s slash mean?”

“Probably there’ll be an assassination attempt or something.” Hunter clicked on the link. “I know I read faster, let me know… when you’re ready to…”

He slapped a hand over Gus’ eyes.

“Hey!” Gus tugged at his hand. “Hunter, what—let me go, what is-?”

“How do I get rid of the tab—where’s the back—LUZ,” Hunter howled, “YOUR LIBRARY IS A DEN OF INACCURACIES AND CHARACTER SLANDER!”

Gus managed to wriggle out of Hunter’s grasp long enough to take a look at the words. “Oh. Oh.”

Hunter slammed the laptop shut, hiding the offending fanfiction from view. “SLANDER,” he yelled again. His ears and face flushed a bright pink, “CALUMNY!”

“Avery and O’Bailey would never,” Gus protested, “That is so out of character! They were like…” he waved a hand. “You and me! We’re Avery and O’Bailey!”

“Exactly,” Hunter agreed, “Exactly. And plus—plus, plus, romantic and intimate relationships between crew members of differing command levels are forbidden to make sure relationships are aboveboard and not nefarious! It’s not allowed! LUZ!”

Hunter stormed up the stairs, and Gus chased after him. Luz rolled around on the floor of her room, clutching her sides and laughing.

“Luz! This isn’t funny! People are just out here posting the most—most outlandish stories that would never happen in the real Cosmic Frontier! I mean, relationship aside, even just the level of description-!”

“Thats—” Luz gasped, “That’s the—it’s the—the—point—of fanfiction!”

“Well—Hunter sputtered, “What if I—what if I wanted to just—to just—to just make Captain Avery kiss a swamp frog?! What if I—what if I made O’Bailey not a clone?!”

“That’s an important part of his character!” Gus protested, “You couldn’t!”

“Oh—oh—” Luz sat up, hiccupping. “Haaaaaaaaaaaaa. You could if you wanted. Fanfiction doesn’t have to be exactly like the original book. That’s the point! You can do whatever you want.”

“Well, I don’t want to read… to read… Avery ex O’Bailey slash!”

“Wow. You picked a winner for your first one, huh? Okay, okay, give me the laptop.” Luz opened the computer back up. “People can write what they want.”

“It’s not in character,” Gus complained, “They’re like family.”

“Burn it,” Hunter agreed.

“Alright, alright. But that’s the author’s decision, not yours. So, instead of freaking out… look here. See how I can exclude certain things? I’m going to exclude ‘Avery/O’Bailey’ aaaaaand… sort and filter. See?” She turned the screen back towards them. Intergalactic Relationships had disappeared. “Now no fic that has that relationship will be in there, okay?”

Hunter squinted at the screen. “That’s… a lot less.”

“Well, you picked a popular ship to hate with your whole heart and soul. Good luck.”

Hunter scrolled through the fics. “This will. Still keep us… oh, are you kidding me? This is another lower-ranked crewmate with Avery! And one with O’Bailey and a new recruit called Y/N?! Luz, why are there so many of these?! They’re not allowed! In the Cosmic Frontier universe!”

“They might explore that in the fic, actually, forbidden romance is a popular trope. Look, if you want to see some no-ship, platonic content, maybe you should just write some yourself? Finding it here might be hard.”

“I do want platonic family content. We can do that? But we’re not professional writers!”

“Neither is anyone else on this site. Well, some of them might be. But mostly not. Point is, anyone can write Cosmic Frontier fanfiction. If you’re struggling to find the content you want, you might just have to make it yourself.”

Gus tugged on Hunter’s sleeve. “Remember the other clone that broke free like O’Bailey, then got killed protecting Avery?”

“Yeah, 78. That was… really depressing.”

“Okay, hear me out, hear me out.” Gus spread his hands out. “We make up a way for him to have lived!”

Hunter brightened. “And he can be secretly working to take down the clonemasters, just like O’Bailey is!”

“Then we can make him meet up with the crew, and he can join the family!”

“Yeah, yeah, yeah! He can take the oath! And then it can be about him figuring out all of the dynamics between the crew and learning to be a part of a family that isn’t like the clonemasters!”

“Right! I think there could be a lot of conflict where he still kind of thinks that Avery is like a clonemaster, but eventually, he realizes that O’Bailey and Avery are actually friends and brothers!”

“Yeah! Let’s do it!”

“Okay!” Gus snatched the laptop from Hunter’s hands. “But I’m going to do the typing.”

“Fair enough.”

#aroace hunter week 2023 #day 1: cosmic frontier/space #toh #the owl house #aroace hunter #toh fanfiction #toh hunter #hunter wittebane #luz noceda #gus porter #my writing

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francesminos-tt · 4 months

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cregan is married and fucks his son's nanny, jace 👀👀

I am not sure if this is what you ask for, but I tried😅

It was somewhat laughable for a graduate student to work as a babysitter, but Jacaerys found this job best accommodating to he needs. Jace was on his year of pursuing a doctor’s degree in Winterfell Institution of Technology, a renowned academic hub for science enthusiastic like him. Jacaerys came from an affluent family, but he decided to finish his education and carve a place in the world on his own, which meant no easy money from mother, no top-notch sports car from Papa Laenor, no private security from Daemon, and absolutely no private jet from grandpa Corlys. Jacaerys had a scholarship, and he worked as a part-time babysitter to help pay the rent.

“Okay, time for bed, little man.” Jacaerys helped the little boy into his dire wolf printed pajamas before tucking him in, making sure the boy was warm and comfortable.

“Can you tell me a bedtime story, Jace?” Rickon asked, his dark eyes tentative and pleading.

“Of course.” Jacaerys replied, sitting down on the edge of the bed carefully, “Which one do you prefer tonight?”

There were at least a dozen children’s book in Rickon’s room, ranging from fairy tales to folklores, all with beautiful illustrations.

“The werewolf and the dragon prince.” Rickon replied with anticipation, “That’s my favorite one!”

That was Jacaerys’s favorite, too.

“All right.” Jacaerys smiled, reaching over to pick up the illustrated book and opened it on his lap, “Ready?”

Rickon nodded expectantly. Jacaerys brushed some stray curls from the boy’s face and began to read the story of a dragon prince venturing into the dark woods and befriended a long lost clan of werewolves. Rickon was fast asleep before the dragon prince could made it to the wolf’s den.

Jacaerys gently closed the book and dimmed the light, leaving only a small light source in case the boy woke up at night. Jace would kiss the boy on the forehead if Rickon were one of his younger brothers, but he had to remind himself that Rickon was not his family. It would be inappropriate and felt like trespassing if he got too intimate with the boy.

Jacaerys closed Rickon’s bedroom door behind him with a soft click and headed for the kitchen. The house was dark, indicating that Rickon’s father had not come home yet. Cregan Stark was a busy man, and it was normal for him to work late into the night. You had to sacrifice something in order to run the biggest technology company in the realm, after all. For Cregan, he had to give up his family time, even his wife, who had filed for divorce and moved out, and that was why Cregan was in need of a nanny to look after his son when he was gone.

Jacaerys was the perfect candidate for the job. He was the eldest of five siblings, well-experienced with children, especially little boys. He lived near the Stark house, a short 15-minutes’ walk, so it was easier for him to come to the house on a short notice. Also, he was a post-graduate student, highly intelligent and extremely patient, so Cregan did not have to hire another home teacher for the boy. For Jace, the job fit him just fine. He got along with Rickon, and he could have a quiet night to study after the boy fell asleep, not having to listen to his neighbor’s ugly moan when they jerked off or the nasty curse when they lost a game.

Jace poured himself a cup of tea and opened his laptop. He really needed to finish reading the materials for the lecture next week. Jace was on his third cup of tea and second energy bar when the door was pushed open, entering a tall and muscular figure wrapped in a puff jacket, scarf and beanie. Cregan was a strong guy, so this outfit only made him more towering and muscular, more like a bear than a wolf. Jacaerys could never understand why Cregan insisted on parking his car three blocks away and ran the way home in such cold weather. Cregan said it was a good exercise for his lungs, but Jacaerys never fully believed him.

“Hello,” Cregan greeted Jace cheerfully, “I assume my son has fallen asleep already?”

“Yes.” Jacaerys replied, “It’s past midnight, Cregan. Every boy Rickon’s age should be fast asleep by now.”

“He always behaves so well around you.” Cregan shrugged the jacket off and threw it to the couch casually before entering the kitchen to wash his hands and get some tea, “He’s a total menace when you are not here. He wouldn't go to bed last Saturday and I had to promise him a vacation to Dorne in the summer and ten private museum tours.”

“Maybe he just likes me better.” Jacaerys joked. Contrary to most people’s belief, Jacaerys was not as serious as he looked. Granted his sense of humor could be considered dry in common standards, but Cregan found it charming. In fact, he found everything about Jace charming, from the young man’s intelligence, diligence, strong sense of responsibility, to his handsome features, relatively small but toned body (do not ask how Cregan knew it) and those pink lips that looked so soft and kissable.

“Perhaps.” Cregan said, pouring milk and sugar into his tea as if his life depended on it, “I like you very much, so maybe Rickon takes after me.”

Jacaerys’s smile disappeared, replaced by something unreadable.

“We talked about this, Cregan.” Jacaerys lowered his voice, as if he feared there were ears in the wall, “You are married. I am your son’s sitter. We cannot-”

“I am going through a divorce, Jace.” Cregan said, stopping at the high chair where Jacaerys sat, “And Rickon is sleeping, so technically, you are off duty now.”

Jacaerys could smell the aftershave from Cregan, fresh woody scent with a hint of musk, reminding him of a cozy cabin in the snow. Cregan always made him feel cozy, like sitting beside a burning hearth. Chatting with the Stark had become Jace’s favorite pastime, and he had grown very fond of the man, but it didn't mean he could cross the line. Call him a conservative, but it just didn't feel right to develop a relationship with your employer, no matter how much Jace wanted it.

“Relax.” Cregan said, stopping right behind Jace, “I haven’t done anything inappropriate yet.”

“You shouldn’t.” Jacaerys replied, but somehow, he didn't struggle when a pair of strong arms snaked around his waist.

Cregan chuckled, resting his chin on Jace’s shoulder, his little stubble stinging the sensitive skin on Jace’s neck. Cregan felt cold, but warm at the same time. The feeling was too complicated to describe. Jace had never felt anything like this before, the slight tingling creeping up his spine, the clench of his stomach, and the lump in his throat.

“It’s up to me to decide, isn't it?” Cregan whispered in Jace’s ear, brushing his lips against Jace’s cute earlobe.

“Cregan-”

Jace never had the chance to finish his sentence, for Cregan had sealed their lips together into a passionate kiss. It was not the first time they kissed, but it was the first time Cregan’s tongue sneaked into Jace’s mouth. Cregan tasted just like how Jace had imagined it, fresh like the fresh air of a crisp winter morning and warm like a cup of hot liquor. Jacaerys should push the man away. He really should, but his mind was too clouded by the caffeine and intense reading that he couldn’t bring himself to do it. He just placed his hand on Cregan’s strong chest, but didn’t push.

“You have no idea how long I have dreamed of this,” Cregan whispered as they parted to catch their breath, “and what kind of nasty thoughts are on my mind whenever I see you.”

“Pervert.” Jace murmured, his cheeks burning, “I am your son’s sitter!”

“You like me doing perverted things, don’t you?” Cregan’s large hand slipped into Jace’s sweater, roaming on the young man’s smooth skin and stopping at his nipple, “Or you won’t be like this.”

Cregan teased Jace’s stiff nipple with his fingers, pressing, pinching, and embedding his nails into the flesh. Jace jolted in surprise, breathy moans escaping his lips.

“Cregan, we really shouldn’t.” Jace tried again, but his words were powerless.

“Look me in the eye and tell me you don’t want this.” Cregan lifted his head from Jace’s neck, and looked straight into the young man’s soft brown eyes, “Tell me to stop, and I will.”

How could Jacaerys tell him to stop? Cregan felt so warm, their bodies pressing tightly together, so perfectly matched like two matching puzzle pieces. Jacaerys liked Cregan. No, hell, he fancied Cregan, from the moment he came to the house to interview for the nanny’s job. Jacaerys tried to keep his affection hidden, for he felt embarrassed and guilty that he had developed feelings for his married employer who happened to be a guy.

Jacaerys was the first to break eye contact. He couldn’t look at Cregan’s eyes anymore, so honest and open, as if making out in the kitchen when his son was fast asleep in the room was absolutely normal. Jace didn’t struggle when Cregan’s hand slipped into his sweatpants.

“You are hard.” Cregan observed, wrapping the bulge between Jacaerys’s legs in his large palm and gave it a gentle squeeze.

“You are, too.” Jacaerys said, more like a retort. He reached down to Cregan’s pants and mirrored the large man’s gesture, amazed at how large Cregan was. Jacaerys was not some pillow princess. Once he had made up his mind, he would do everything within his power to enjoy the moment. And now, he had made up his mind to fuck Cregan tonight.

Fuck moral standards. Fuck appropriateness.

“For you.” Cregan wrapped his free arm around Jace’s tiny waist and lifted the young man up onto the counter, and settled between Jace’s legs.

Jace instinctively wrapped his legs around Cregan, pressing their groins together, their hard cocks making first contact through Jace’s sweatpants and Cregan’s jeans. Even through layers of fabric, Jace could feel Cregan’s pulsing cock so much that he couldn’t help but swallow, anticipation slowly building inside him.

They kissed again, eagerly taking off each other’s clothes. Soon Jacaerys was sitting on the counter completely naked, his butt against the cool surface, his laptop and coursework completely forgotten. Cregan had taken off his shirt and his jeans were half way down his legs, exposing his massive cock and the thick bush in his groin. Cregan’s body hair was just as dark as his hair, a little rough to the touch like his stubbles, which Jacaerys just adorned.

“Fuck, you are more beautiful than I imagined.” Cregan marveled, pumping Jace’s cock with one hand and groping the young man’s tight ass with the other.

“You are more romantic than I expected.” Jace joked, sweat dripping down his curls onto Cregan’s lips, which Cregan licked clean immediately.

“I want to fuck you.” Cregan said, always so open and honest that Jace found it cute.

“Okay.” Jace nodded, opening his legs a little more.

“Okay?” Cregan asked, as if he couldn’t believe what he had just heard.

“What? Are you backing down now, Mr. Stark?” Jace chuckled, deliberately calling Cregan by the man’s family name, as if they were nothing more than employer and employee.

“No. OF course not.” Cregan flipped Jace over and covered the young man with his large form, “You cannot get rid of me now, Jace.”

Jacaerys had no such intention, but Cregan would have to wait to hear him confess.

#house of the dragon #hotd #my asks #jacaerys targaryen #jacaerys velaryon #cregan stark #cregan x jace #jacegan #first attempt #smut

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lucifersimp333 · 1 year

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MC the College Student

Scenario: Between juggling the schoolwork at RAD, the antics the brothers drag you through, the weird experiments Solomon has you perform with him, and setting time to bake with Luke and Barb, you somehow squeeze time to do you schoolwork in the human world. Diavolo made it possible for you to own a laptop hooked to a special wifi so you can complete your human assignments. He doesn't want you falling behind when you return to the human world.

You sit on top of your bed, stressed out at the assignment your professor gave you. You're burnt out from all the schoolwork given, rubbing your face in defeat. Your favorite demon walks in the room and see's the burden on your face.

NOT PROOFREAD

LuciferXmc, MammonXmc, SatanXmc

Lucifer

~ Originally came in your room to ask questions about Mammon's recent antics but stopped in his tracks seeing your eyes glassy from stress.

~ "Is something bothering you, MC? Are you doing your schoolwork from the human realm?" He stands before you, peering over the screen to see what the assignment is. You explain the class your taking and how its needed for your degree. You then explain that your professor is super strict when it comes to grading assignments and that this subject isn't your strong suit.

~ He sits next to you on your bed and lets out a sigh. He puts on his old man glasses that were tucked away in his coat pocket and holds out his hands. "Give it here." he says in a stern voice.

~ Proceeds to read the rubric for your assignment and closes the laptop. He stands up and tucks the laptop under his arm. " I'll have it done by tomorrow." he says to your surprise. "Lucifer, you don't ha-" you try to say, but he raises one hand in the air to cut you off and says " I don't want to hear it. I wouldn't normally do your work for you, as this is an important subject to learn, but you have a lot on your plate right now. I want you to study for your potion making class instead."

~ "Th-thank you" you say, without saying a word he walks out and closes the door behind him.

~ Like he promised your assignment was finished and turned in, earning an A. You tell him the grade that was earned on this assignment and thank him once again. " You're welcome, MC. Please don't tell the others. I don't want them thinking I will be doing their work for them. This stays between you and me"

Mammon

~ Barges in your room like usual and sees you pulling your hair from stress. " Human, you good? Whatcha doin'?" He flops next to you on your bed and looks over your shoulder at the screen. " The fuck is that?"

~ You explain it's your human world schoolwork and you've been freaking out over this insanely hard assignment. "Damn, that blows. I would help ya, but I ain't got a clue what the shits about." he says as he lays down on your bed, arms behind his head. "Want a distraction?"

~ He isn't the best at helping with schoolwork, but he's great at giving you a distraction to ease the stress. He takes the laptop off your lap and tosses it on the bed, grabs your wrist " Ya coming with me!" he says as he pulls you out the door. " I think you're stressin' too hard. When I'm stressed, I like to go have a lil' fun!".

~ He brings you to his car, puts the top down and you guys cruise the streets of devildom blasting music and singing with each other. He lets you pick the songs the whole entire time, enjoying your company.

~ After your drive around Devildom you're back in your room. With a clear head and the much needed time to relax, you're able to complete your assignment. You show Mammon your grade and he grows the biggest smile " Hells yeah!! I told ya! Spending time with The Great Mammon always ends with somethin' good!" he proclaims as he gives you a high-five.

Satan

~ Comes in the room after a polite knock to give you the book you asked if you can borrow the other day. " Are you alright, MC?" he asks, resting the book on your nightstand. You explain to him that your human world school work has been stressing you out and how you struggle with this specific subject.

~ "Hmmmmm." he places a his thumb on his chin and thinks for a moment. " If I recall correctly, I may have a book on this subject, I think it may help you. Give me one moment.". He leaves the room and comes back about 15 minuets later. With a book in hand, he sits down next to you and opens it up. With his slender fingers dancing across the pages, he finds something that will help you with your assignment and reads it to you.

~ He stays with you as you type out your assignment, reading to you certain pages in the book he thinks you may find helpful for your task.

~ When you show him your passing grade, he gives you a closed mouth smile" I'm glad to hear that, MC. I knew you could do it. If you need help with schoolwork, whether Devildom or Human world I'm always willing to help."

~ Whenever you tell him what your assignments are about, he'll look through his endless library to find books to help you succeed.

#obeymelucifer #obey me mammon #obey me satan #obey me headcanons #obey me fanfic #obey me nightbringer #obey me shall we date

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a-small-batch-of-dragons · 6 months

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QTA: Queer Teacher Alliance | New Student

Feel free to ignore this if you're not feeling up to writing, but homophobia feat. a 2 hour math test and homophobia feat. queer teacher alliance both literally had me in tears (god I need teachers like that) soooo.... possibly something else within that realm? Pretty please? Maybe there's a new kid (remy? idk i think he's the only character not accounted for aside from the orange side and thomas at this point) that's struggling? Homophobia shit happens again, Virgil has a panic attack, and Remy or whoever tries to help? Cept they're highschoolers and not very good at helping so they just kind of make it worse and now both of them are panicking and one of the teachers finds them. And I think you can figure out where it goes from here haha – anon

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Warnings: homophobia, transphobia, panic attacks

Pairings: none!

Word Count: 3479

You know, for once in his life, Virgil would really appreciate it if people just shut the fuck up about things they don't know. Seriously, whoever decided that it was every person with a platform's responsibility to use said platform to speak about something, even when the person doesn't know anything about whatever they're talking about, Virgil would like a word. Several words, in fact, many of them four letters, and then to acquaint their face with several different heavy objects. Repeatedly.

Point is, he's been forced to listen to some of his classmates discuss some celebrity's opinion of Harry Potter and J.K. Rowling for the past way-too-many minutes and he's about ready to rip his fucking ears off.

"I'm just saying, there has to be a way to—"

"There isn't! There literally isn't! She's come out and said publicly that she takes anyone who still engages with Harry Potter to mean that they secretly agree with her horrible transphobic views."

"But it's like he pointed out! Harry Potter is such big childhood nostalgia for so many people, what if it means something to them? I mean, obviously we don't endorse what the author's saying—"

"Did you not just listen to a fucking word I said?"

No, they didn't, they won't start to, and you need to shut the fuck up, Virgil thinks to himself as the other student sighs.

"Look, what about, you know, death to the author and all that?"

"I mean I'll kill that TERF without hesitating, yeah."

I don't think that's what death to the author means. I also think it's not actually called that.

"But like—are the books and movies really that bad?"

Nope. Oh, no. No, no, no, no, no, Virgil is not going to be here for this. He starts trying to put his stuff into his bag as subtly as he can, even hiding his pencil case under the table so he can ease the zipper open as quietly as possible. Pencil case, laptop, textbook, notebook, he's almost got everything in when suddenly he hears:

"Virgil! Virgil, come help me."

Absolutely the fuck not.

"Virgil," they call again even as he tries to shove his headphones in to surreptitiously indicate that he doesn't want to be talking about this right now, "Virgil! Hey, Virgil!"

"What?"

Fuck. Shouldn't have done that.

The first student sighs, leaning back in their chair. "Can you help me explain all the awful shit in Harry Potter?"

No, because I've got class in half an hour and there won't be enough time. "Uh—"

The other one snorts. "Look, I'm just saying that if you can't do it yourself, then maybe it's not really as bad as you're saying it is."

"Shut up, my inability to articulate doesn't make you right."

This is, in fact, an excellent point, and Virgil's going to use it to seamlessly segue his way out of this conversation, watch: "I, um, I—uh—"

See? Nailed it.

"Maybe Virgil's on my side," the other one says, "you don't know."

"I don't even know what you're talking about," Virgil says hastily, fighting every instinct to throw his backpack at their smug-ass face, "so—"

"What the fuck do you mean, don't know what we're talking about?"

No, no, no, not like that, abort, abort, abort—

The first student glares at him. "Have you been living under a rock or some shit? All the bullshit that J.K. Rowling keeps spewing about trans women not being real women and that they're dangerous and predatory, that stuff, do you really not know about that?"

"No, I do, but—"

"Then come on and help me convince this fucking idiot that her books are full of shit too!"

Virgil's hand tightens on the strap to his backpack and he starts edging toward the door. "I, um, I don't—I don't really have time for that, I need to go to class—"

"Period isn't over for another—" they glance at their phone— "twenty-seven minutes, dude, it's fine."

"I need to use the bathroom—"

"To do what," the other one snorts, "you have like, a mammoth shit you need to drop or something?"

"It's actually none of your business what I have to do in the bathroom," he spits, hunching protectively over himself.

"Whoa, man, easy." They raise their hands. "Calm down."

He takes a deep breath to try and calm himself before steeling his jaw. "Look, the internet is literally right at your fingertips. Google some shit or something."

"Yeah, 'cause people on the internet are so unbiased."

"Why don't—look," the first one says, "why don't you just give us one example, how about that?"

"Why are you so invested in me giving you an example?" Virgil asks in frustration, forgetting to get closer to the door—and his freedom. "Literally how am I involved in this conversation at all?"

"Because you're gay."

There's a faint ringing in his ears, he realizes after a moment. The entire room seems to slow down, moving in bullet time, and there's that whine in the back of his head almost like microphone feedback. His pulse thuds loudly in his ears, which is weird, because he was so sure he could only hear the whining but now he can hear this thud-thud, thud-thud, thud-thud. He can also hear some sort of really raspy thing, and there's a burning sensation near the base of his throat, which is strange, what could that be?

Oh, he realizes after their voices start to fade back in, I'm panicking.

Of course, realizing that he's panicking doesn't do anything other than slam every single big red button in his brain that says Hello! Time to have a Bad Time! In an instant his hands start sweating. His hoodie starts to itch. His chest keeps burning—that's what that was. His eyes widen and his mouth stops mouthing and he needs to go.

He barely even registers the run through the halls to get to the bathroom, doesn't even remember if there were people or if there are people currently in here or anything other than chucking his bag into the corner of the stall and slamming the door and huddling against the cold linoleum.

Stop it, he screams at himself, stop it, stop it, stop it!

He should be fine. None of this should be happening. He should be fine because nothing actually happened to him and he doesn't want to have to deal with the consequences of visibly having a panic attack in front of those two assholes and he doesn't want to deal with their stupid attempts at placating him afterwards.

Especially not their stupid attempts to placate him afterwards.

He can see it now, the way they'll stand in that weird and awkward way where they're trying to be sincere but they're high school kids so they only know how to do that weird handclasp thing that makes everything look like it's awkward picture day and they'll stumble their way over saying some stupid shit like we accept you the way you are and it's not a problem but something to be embraced or even just I see you, I hear you, I'm here for you, and he'll want to rip their fucking stupid vocal chords out before they can burble their way through some fucking platitude that doesn't mean shit and fuck this really isn't helping him stop panicking.

The door swings open.

"Uh, hey," the first student's voice rings out and Virgil curls up as tight as he can, "I, um, don't really know what happened, but you seem kinda upset, so I'm, uh, here to check on you?"

Go the fuck away. Go the fuck away right now and leave me the fuck alone.

"Look, I think we may have gotten off on the wrong foot," they say as they come closer, in fact, and do not leave, "I, uh, didn't mean to just volley you in like that."

A shadow lengthens under the stall door.

"We, uh, I mean, I just wanted to make sure that you knew I wasn't trying to be homophobic or anything. I just meant that—you know, you're, uh…you might have more of a stake in it than we did, so I thought it would be good to…get your side of things."

I'm not trans. I'm not trans. We're not—queer people aren't some fucking hive mind.

A very good point he would like to make out loud. Now if only his lungs would stop trying to flee through his esophagus.

"But, uh, are you—oh, you're in there." Two shoes appear under the stall door. "Can I come in?"

"No!" He sniffs and gasps. "Get out!"

"Are you—you're having a panic attack, right?"

"Get out," he yells again, voice cracking, "leave me alone!"

"I'm not gonna leave you alone if you're having a panic attack, dude, that's not what you're supposed to do."

What you're supposed to do is listen to the fucking person who's having the fucking panic attack in the first goddamn place so that you don't make it fucking worse, which is what you're fucking doing right fucking now!

But of course, his body won't fucking cooperate with him long enough to make all of those words come out of his mouth, and so he just screams again.

"Get out!"

"Okay, okay, you're upset—" yeah, no fucking shit, Sherlock— "so I'm gonna—I'm gonna go get someone for you, okay? Just stay right there."

Where in the fuck am I gonna go, asshole?

But actually, the tiny remaining rational part of him thinks as the shoes disappear and the door swings open and closed again, that might not be such a bad idea, to go somewhere else. Then he might not actually have to deal with the consequences right now and he can ride out the rest of this stupid panic attack in peace and not have to explain himself to whoever the fuck that asshole went to go get—

"No, he's in there, I swear."

Fuck, how are they back already?

The door swings open again and Virgil scrunches himself as small as he can go, huddled in the corner, as a set of footsteps moves along the length of the bathroom.

"Hello? Is someone in here?"

Mr. DeLuca.

Two different instincts war in Virgil's chest. On the one side, Mr. DeLuca has been nothing but patient with him whenever he's upset. He's been kind and gentle, Virgil dares to say, and he's not made a secret of the fact that he'll be on Virgil's side if shit goes down about queer people.

The other side, though, knows that Mr. DeLuca is fucking scary.

"I see a closed stall door," Mr. DeLuca says, his voice still quiet and soft, "so I'm going to guess that's where you are. I'm not going to get closer, I'm still over by the sinks."

Virgil sniffs and it rings in the empty bathroom.

"You've picked the perfect place," he continues, "I'm sure there's no shortage of tissues to blow your nose with."

Despite himself, he sobs out a laugh and after a moment he hears Mr. DeLuca chuckle too.

"Though I can't say the smell will be pleasant once you do, this is still a bathroom."

The part of Virgil that wants the soft and kind Mr. DeLuca is slowly winning the fight as his back and shoulders start to protest being curled up like this for so long. With a shaking hand, he reaches out and undoes the lock, letting the stall swing open.

"I see you've opened the door," Mr. DeLuca says, "is that permission to come over?"

"Y-yeah."

"Alright, thank you. I'm going to stand up and start walking over. If at any point you decide to change your mind, that's perfectly alright, just tell me." Footsteps and another shadow and a noise escapes Virgil's throat before he can stop it. "Was that to stop?"

"N-no."

"Alright, just checking."

He keeps coming, all the way over, and Virgil can't help but cower a little when his shadow blocks out the light. Still, he tries to peer up and see him as he comes around the edge of the door.

"I'm here now, let's—Virgil?"

At the obvious concern that suddenly floods his voice, Virgil can't hold back the sob.

"Oh, sweetie," Mr. DeLuca murmurs, crouching down and reaching for him, "what happened?"

Virgil just shakes his head and claps a hand over his mouth. Mr. DeLuca tuts.

"Don't muffle yourself, it's alright, there's no one else here. It's alright, cry it out if you need to, I won't go anywhere unless you want me to."

And fuck it, he's out again. He buries his face in his hands and hoodie sleeves and just starts bawling like a child. Mr. DeLuca's hand comes to rest gently on his shoulder, sliding around to rub circles into his back. It's so careful but it's clearly done on purpose to make him feel better and he takes it back, that kid wasn't an asshole because they did actually get someone who could help.

It just…takes a moment.

When Virgil's finally got a hold on himself and half a roll of tissue to blow his nose on, Mr. DeLuca smiles at him.

"Hello, sweetie," he says quietly, "do you want to tell me what happened?"

"Not really."

"Will you tell me anyway?"

Virgil sighs. "Some students—the one who got you, I'm guessing—"

"Remy?"

"Yeah, I guess, them and another student started talking about how awful J.K. Rowling is—" Mr. DeLuca makes a noise of agreement— "well, they were arguing, really, and then Remy—Remy asked me to weigh in and I tried to leave but they wouldn't let me and then they said—"

"What did they say," he prompts when Virgil chokes off, "what did they say, sweetie?"

"They said they were asking me 'cause I'm g-gay."

Mr. DeLuca's hand stills and Virgil flinches. He's quick to soothe it away, though: "Shh, sweetie, I'm sorry, I'm not mad at you."

"But this is stupid."

"What," he asks dryly, "having a response to your trauma when it gets triggered?"

"…yeah."

He chuckles. "I hate to break it to you, Virgil, but that's how it works, I'm afraid."

"That's stupid too."

"Yes, it is very stupid." He gives his shoulder a gentle shake. "Can I convince you to come up out of the bathroom? Not to deny you your space but I'm sure other students will soon want a chance to use it."

"Yeah."

"Come," Mr. DeLuca coaxes, helping him to his feet, "I think Mr. Prince has a free period now as well, can we have you go sit with him while I deal with this?"

"Y-you don't—" Mr. DeLuca raises an eyebrow and Virgil cows— "okay."

"Do you want to rinse your face off first?"

"Uh-huh."

He splashes cold water and scrubs at his face until everything's roughly the same amount of red. He pats himself dry with the shitty paper towels and runs his hoodie sleeve over his face to get the rest. Mr. DeLuca just waits patiently with his backpack until he's ready to go.

"Thanks."

"Of course. Come on, now, it's not far."

He decides to pay negative attention to the surrounding halls as Mr. DeLuca guides him around to Mr. Prince's classroom, only looking up when the door swings open and he hears the familiar sound of Mr. Prince humming to himself as he works.

"Janus! What a lovely surprise," Mr. Prince calls, "and—oh, you've brought someone with you."

"Mr. Prince." Virgil can't help but smile at the familiar sound of Mr. DeLuca being exasperated. "I have a favor to ask you."

"Oh?"

"Do you mind if Virgil spends the rest of the period with you?"

"Oh, is that who that is? Look up for me—oh," Mr. Prince murmurs, everything else vanishing as he takes in Virgil's still-swollen eyes, "hey, Virgil, yeah, you can stay, that's fine."

"…thanks."

Mr. Prince looks up at Mr. DeLuca and they exchange a nod like Mr. Prince is giving him permission to go off on some mission to—oh, wait, that's exactly what's happening. Mr. DeLuca pats his shoulder one more time before leaving through the door.

"Come sit," Mr. Prince encourages, gesturing towards any of the open tables, "do you want to talk about it, do you want me to distract you, or do you want to be left alone?"

"Uh—" Virgil glances at the table nearest him, currently spread with all manner of papers, "what's all that?"

"Oh, just stuff for the other class, you guys didn't need it." He waves dismissively at the scissors. "It's an exercise to help remember some of the quotes from the readings to use in your essays."

Virgil snorts. "Ah, yes, the quotes that are definitely words that we would normally use in academic papers."

"Exactly, see?" He perches on the edge of his desk and Virgil deliberately looks at the desk in front of him, sitting down and putting his chin on his crossed arms. "Are you okay? Do you need some water or something?"

"Nah."

There are a few minutes of quiet as Mr. Prince goes back to shuffling the papers around before he sighs and looks over. "Alright, I know I asked if you wanted to talk about it and you didn't say you did, but I'm nosy and I want to know what happened."

Virgil sighs. "J.K. Rowling happened."

Mr. Prince makes such an expression of disgust that he snorts again. "What the hell was a TERF doing in your free period?"

"Two students were watching someone explain that they still like Harry Potter but don't support her perspectives on things like…that," he says, "and then they, uh, argued about it."

Mr. Prince winces. "I'm hesitant to ask what happened next."

"No, you're not."

"No, I'm not."

"One of them basically volunteered me because I think they have the all-queer-people-think-alike thing, and I, uh, wasn't prepared for someone to just loudly declare my queerness, so…"

"Well, I was right, that sucks a whole lot and I'm sorry that happened." He nods toward the door. "I would guess that our fearless math teacher is on the warpath?"

"When isn't he on the warpath?"

"You make an excellent point."

Virgil lays his cheek against his arm. "Also, they started talking about 'death to the author,' and I don't—that's not what it's called, right?"

"No, it's 'death of the author.'" Mr. Prince glances over at him with a smile. "Do you remember what it means?"

"Yeah, it's when it doesn't matter what the author intended or didn't intend to put into the text, right? We prioritize reader interpretation instead of author intention?"

"That's exactly right, well done, Virgil."

Not now, gay panic, oh my fucking god, not now. But it's too late, he's already got a giddy smile forming on his face and Mr. Prince has seen it.

"Don't hide, you're allowed to be proud you're right." He laughs in surprise when Virgil buries his face in his arms. "You're never this shy in class, what's going on?"

"I've just had a panic attack!"

"Fair enough, fair enough," he chuckles and yeah, it's probably a better idea if Virgil just hides his face for a little longer.

Still, he can't resist the urge to peek out for too long, and he raises his head just enough to glimpse Mr. Prince working with the pieces of paper over the edge of his hoodie. Mr. Prince glances over at the slight rustle and waves.

"Hi, there."

"Hi."

"You feeling better?"

"A little."

"That's good. Do you feel up to helping me cut out some of these things?"

"Sure."

This is fine, he thinks as he actually gets to laugh a few more times and talk about the ridiculousness of some of the quotes, this is totally fine.

And to his surprise, it actually is.

(He thinks Remy was right about them getting off on the wrong foot, though. Maybe he'll go find him later and they can actually have a conversation. Not about Harry Potter, though.)

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