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Down Dog

Synopsis: A misbehaving dog must be taught its place.

Ships: sebaciel

Characters: Sebastian Michaelis, Ciel Phantomhive

WARNINGS: R18+, NO MINORS ALLOWED, sexual content, BDSM overtones, sort of pet play in that there’s a leash, muzzle, and collar involved

“Sebastian. Lie down, there. Do not touch me.”

“Yes, my lord.”

The butler set the candelabra on the night table and snuffed the candles, then stripped out of his jacket, waistcoat, and tie, hanging them neatly over a chair, under which he stowed his shoes.

In only his white shirtsleeves and trousers, he climbed onto the bed and lay flat on his back, atop the bedcovers.

He felt the young master’s gaze on him.

“Do you mean to lie there with your eyes open, all night?” the boy asked tetchily.

“I do not require sleep, my lord,” the butler answered.

“Oh.” The boy frowned. “Well, do as you like, then. Only, you must stay here until it’s time to fetch my breakfast. Wake me, if I seem to be having a nightmare.”

“Yes, my lord.”

So spoken, the young master rolled onto his side, facing away from him. For more than an hour, he fidgeted and tossed about, till finally, he appeared to have fallen into a fitful sleep. The demon sighed.

Lying here idle all night would be tedious, and a waste of time he could better spend in working on his master’s various projects, and visiting with his feline acquaintances, who lived about the estate, outside the main house.

‘Until it’s time to fetch breakfast’ left it up to his judgement, though, so he slipped away to get back to work, as early as he could, while still able justify it to himself as being within the scope of the young master’s orders.

Things proceeded in this exact same way for six nights. On the seventh, the young master pushed the demon’s arm out of the way and curled up against his body, with his head tucked into the crook of his shoulder. Rather than tossing restlessly for an hour or more, as usual, he was fast asleep within minutes.

The demon looked down at the unconscious boy and smiled. It was not a heartwarming expression.

What a tiny, fragile body. What an inadequate frame to house such a will. A will strong enough, at that tender age, to commandeer a ritual sacrifice, from the group of people who had caged and tortured him, and summon a prince of hell.

Strong enough not to quail before the ancient demon’s unveiled face. Strong enough to bind it with a contract, that placed it on a tight leash, in a submissive position.

A will that proceeded from a soul, the likes of which the demon had never seen, in all the millennia he had spent walking this world and the others.

He chuckled to himself. The other side must be furious, to lose such a rare and precious jewel to a devourer. They could at least take some solace, though, in knowing this child’s soul will not be wasted, on some base and ignorant brute, who would not properly appreciate it. No lesser demon than himself would be worthy to consume such a soul.

He will savor it to the last drop, as he swallows it. And the hunger, that sharpens his teeth and makes his predator’s senses clear and keen—the gnawing, biting ache, that lengthens his every hour to an eternity of torment—will all be worth it, when he revels in his carefully prepared feast.

The young master stirred at that moment, and lifted his head to blink drowsily up at him. It was then that the demon realized, to his dismay, that he had been stroking the boy’s hair with his fingertips, like some sort of mollycoddling nursemaid.

He withdrew his hand hastily, but there was no concealing what had happened. To his relief, however, the boy didn’t appear to have actually woken. The large eyes drooped again, and the head settled back onto his shoulder, a slender little arm stretching out across his chest.

The demon glared reproachfully at his own hand, as if it had betrayed him. The master is not a cat, he is food. He must be more careful from now on, not to slip into an absent state and pet the boy.

By the fourteenth night, the young master had dropped any pretense, with respect to physical boundaries, and was using his devoted demon butler as a body pillow.

Meaning, he was lying directly on top of him, with his matchstick legs straddling his abdomen, and his little arms dangling on either side of the demon’s undershirt-clad ribcage.

To think, that this was the safest this human child had ever been. Lying unconscious, in the arms of a literal monster, who was only waiting around to devour his soul.

Fate had such a droll sense of humor. What a cruel—the demon’s train of thought derailed abruptly.

The boy’s erect penis had been digging into his stomach, which happens ever so often, and is a normal, involuntary function of the male human body, while sleeping.

What had startled him, was that the young master had begun rocking his hips, grinding his erection against him.

Well, what in the ten hells was he supposed to do, now? Should he wake him? It didn’t appear to be a nightmare. Undecided, he lay perfectly still, staring up at the canopy.

“…bas…Sebastian—ngh,” the unconscious boy murmured, with a soft moan, as his small penis throbbed, soaking his nightshirt—and his butler’s undershirt—with warm fluid.

A nocturnal emission. The young master was at the age when these were most common, so it was nothing particularly surprising, but now the sleeping child who was lying on his person, writhing about and kicking him at sporadic intervals, was doing all of that in a quickly cooling puddle of semen.

The demon sighed irritably. These nights kept getting longer and longer.

It did amuse him, though, that he should be the object of the boy’s budding sexual fascination. If nothing else, it did speak to the young master’s good taste. The demon had seen the people of England, and he might actually be the most beautiful person in the country, irrespective of gender.

Besides, it wasn’t at all strange that there would be a twisted, sexual element to their connection. The boy was almost certainly abused, while he was held captive by those pigs the demon subsequently slaughtered.

Children who have been used ill by adults, often have trouble distinguishing any kind of affection from sex, for the remainder of their lives. A demon, following his orders and protecting his life, was the closest thing the orphaned, traumatized, deeply isolated child had to affection.

Hopefully this would not grow into anything more intense than the boy using his image as an object for his clumsy attempts at masturbation, though. If the young master ordered him to fuck him, he would have no choice, but he would really rather not.

Not that he had any moral compunction about it, but he would be deeply disappointed if the boy developed a boring romantic attachment to him, based on something so mundane as it feeling good to have his cock inside him.

Persistent emotional states alter the quality of a soul, for better or worse, and affectionate attachments make it bland and ruin the texture. As do things like hope, joy, contentment, and the like.

Vengeance, hatred, burning wrath and freezing despair—these produce exquisite flavors. Like a fine liquor aging in an oak cask, a soul carefully and patiently seasoned with these, will be a delicacy worth every bit of the time and labor invested.

Transcendent love, of course, is the rarest and most exquisite spice of all, and also the most perilous to consume. The demon tasted it once, aeons ago. The memory of it is seared into his consciousness, like a scar from a white-hot brand.

But that was hardly a danger to be concerned about. Human beings almost never achieve such a state, and the very few who do, have little motivation to sell their soul to a devil.

That kind of love is also impossible for demons, whose primary tool is seduction, to create in a human, by manipulation. They can create romantic infatuation, lust, obsession, jealousy, possessive desire—but never real, selfless love. Infatuation is inherently selfish, after all.

Lower-order demons, with far less refined palates than his own, often used romantic emotion to cultivate a target, because it was the easiest way to form a dependency in their human. Experience, however, had long taught him that this was far too likely to go awry, and to leave the soul soggy and unsatisfying in the process.

Those other demons were beggars, not choosers, taking what scraps they could get. It hardly mattered if the average souls they harvested were a little more or less stale than they would be. His master’s soul was in an altogether different category.

Fortunately, the little earl would never be such a fool as to spoil his soul by falling into any kind of love, especially with a creature like himself. Even duller brained humans know instinctively when their feelings are not reciprocated, and this child was already far more keen and perceptive than most.

But the demon didn’t fault the boy, for developing some confused sexual desire for him. What human wouldn’t become attracted to a supernatural predator, entirely devoted to protecting their life and tending to their every need, who could also fuck them into a state of nirvana? Especially one as beautiful as himself.

They were standing on the lawn, the next day, having just seen Ms. Elizabeth off, after one of her noisy and protracted visits, and the demon still had his fake smile pasted on his face.

The moment the Midford carriage was out of sight, the little earl grabbed his faithful butler’s arm and scrubbed his cheek with the sleeve of his black jacket.

“A handkerchief would do as well, my lord,” the butler said, straightening his sleeve.

“There was no time, I had to get that pink grease off my face,” the boy replied crossly. “Why does she persist in smearing that stuff all over her mouth, and then stamping me with it. It’s revolting.”

“Ms. Elizabeth loves you very much, my lord,” the butler intoned, making no effort to disguise his enjoyment of the situation. “Young ladies like to kiss the person they love.”

“I don’t understand why anyone likes to kiss anyone. Putting one’s mouth on another’s face to demonstrate affection makes no sense.”

“Once she’s a little older, she’ll want to kiss you on the lips, too,” the butler put in gleefully.

“Tch. How vulgar,” the boy sniffed. “I won’t allow it.”

“It is not vulgar, my lord. It is merely the expression of carnal desire, in a socially acceptable context.”

“It sounds even worse, when you say it that way. Your twisted demon tongue makes everything seem indecent.”

The butler arched a perfectly groomed brow. “My twisted demon tongue has done many things, far more indecent than kissing, my lord. Shall I describe them for you?”

“No! Stop saying disgusting things!” The boy paused, fiddling with his cravat. “But…what is it like? Kissing on the lips. Why do people make such a fuss about it?”

“It is nothing special, my lord. It is pressing one’s mouth against another’s mouth. Sometimes the two parties open their mouths and their tongues touch. That is all there is to it.”

The boy’s cheeks flushed crimson, and he looked away quickly. “That doesn’t sound so complicated.”

“Indeed not,” the butler replied.

“Teach me.”

“Eh?”

“You said Lizzie will want to do that one day. I’ll look like a fool if I go in unprepared, so teach me.”

“My lord, I—”

“Why must I repeat my orders to you all the time, lately? Is something going wrong, in your demonic brain? Just show me how to do it.”

“Very well,” the butler said, with a resigned sigh.

So saying, he slipped one arm about his master’s waist, and gently cupped his chin.

“Close your eyes, my lord,” he instructed, and his master obeyed.

Bending down, tilting his head slightly, the demon pressed his lips to the boy’s. They were stiff and unresponsive, so he pushed them apart with his own.

The boy got the idea, and his jaw slackened. The demon’s tongue snaked forward, across the edge of his teeth. Slipped teasingly into the boy’s open mouth. The boy’s tongue came forward to meet it.

They touched like a thunderclap. The demon’s knees buckled and his chest seized, as if he’d been struck by lightning. His vision whited out. He couldn’t think. He couldn’t see. All he could do was take gasping breaths and attempt regain his equilibrium.

When his sight returned, he was still reeling, on his knees before the young master, hanging onto his waist, as if for dear life.

“Sebastian!” the boy was shouting. “Sebastian, answer me! That’s an order!”

“I beg…I beg your pardon, young master,” the demon panted. “What did you say?”

“I asked what the devil is wrong with you,” the boy snapped, then his expression changed. “Your eyes…w—what are you doing!”

“I tasted it,” the demon purred, pulling the boy roughly against his body. “I tasted you. More…I need more. Give it to me.”

The boy gave a cry and attempted to twist free, but the demon paid no heed. He clamped his iron-hard hands around his master’s tiny midsection. Buried his face in his neck and breathed deep, like an animal scenting its mate.

His master’s heartbeat was pounding in his own skull and the taste of him still scintillated on his tongue…agonizing and alluring. He lapped his gossamer skin with his long tongue, feeling the hot blood pulsing just beneath it. Opened his mouth to sink his fangs into his prey.

“Get down, dog!” the young master roared, to conceal the tremor of ice-cold terror in his voice. “On your hands and knees, before me!”

The demon’s body obeyed automatically, as the contract called him to heel and forced him to submit, despite the wild, ravenous need. Somewhere inside the monster, his reason was awake. He knew the other servants could see him, from the garden and the windows.

He knew how degraded and humiliated he was. On all fours, with his white gloves collecting grass stains, and the knees of his black trousers soaking in the damp. A base, groveling thing, panting and shivering, like a whipped cur.

“Please…my lord. Only let me—”

“Silence!” the young master cut him off. “How dare you put your hands on me that way!”

“Forgive me, my lord.”

“Well. I suppose I can’t blame you. You are only a beast, after all,” the boy sniffed, with a haughty toss of his head. “But a misbehaving dog must be taught his place. Get up. Go and fetch the box from the cellar, and bring it to my chambers.”

“Which box, my lord?” the demon inquired, once he’d got back to his feet.

The young master curled his pale lip as he turned toward the house. “You know which one.”

When the boy reached his bedroom, the demon was already waiting to usher him in, with a low bow. On the bed, there was a dented tin box, with the word ‘Sebastian’ just barely legible on the lid, in worn and chipped black paint. The boy seated himself on the edge of the bed and removed the lid.

“These things belonged to another dog that couldn’t control itself around its master. I wonder if they’ll be as effective on you. Come here. On your knees.” He saw the demon balk, and removed his eyepatch. “Sebastian, come here and kneel.”

The command compelled the demon, and his dignity and agency were stripped away, yet again. He knelt mechanically before his master, staring into the middle-distance, as small hands strapped a leather and steel muzzle to his face, and buckled it tightly at the back of his head. It reeked of dog.

But this was not all the humiliation his master had planned. He lifted from the box a sturdy, black-leather collar, which he cinched firmly around the demon’s neck. Last, he drew out a chain leash, and clipped it to the collar’s heavy D-ring. The muzzled and collared demon lowered its head, docile and submissive, for now.

The boy tilted his head to one side. Looping the chain around his hand, he gave it a sharp jerk. The demon growled and resisted, reflexively. Of course, the boy couldn’t make him budge. There was no human being in this world who could make him move by their own physical strength, and this boy was weaker than most.

“We both know how much stronger you are than me,” his master laughed. Lifting his leg, he put a foot on the demon’s shoulder and leaned on his knee, letting the heel of the high-laced boot dig into his clavicle. “I imagine this must be dreadfully humiliating for you. All that raw, animal power, and me…holding your leash.”

The demon’s breath hitched, as the toe of the boy’s other boot came up between his legs. He had to clench his fangs against the instinctive urge to rock his hips into the tantalizing pressure.

That hot, hazy, intoxication was coming on him, again, as the boy sat idly tracing the toe of his boot along the shaft of his thickening cock, through his black trousers.

“Closer,” the boy commanded, drawing the demon in with the leash, spreading his thighs to accommodate his comparatively broad torso.

The demon knew his eyes were blazing, blood-red, but it didn’t matter, because the boy put his hand on his head and shoved his face down into his crotch. His master’s scent engulfed him and a shiver raced up his spine.

All at once, he was a panting beast again. Nuzzling pathetically into the warm nook between the boy’s thighs. Pressing the steel bars of his muzzle against the boy’s erection, and snapping his fangs impotently inside the cage. Both high-heeled boots were planted on his shoulders and the boy shoved him back.

“Undress me,” he said, sliding off the bed onto his feet. “Do not touch me, otherwise.”

White-gloved hands fumbled with tiny, pearl buttons that were never a problem before, as he slowly stripped the small, warm prey animal down to its translucent hide. The boy’s penis was swollen and ruddy, standing out from his hairless, milk-white pelvis.

“Clasp your hands behind your back,” the boy commanded. “Don’t move them from there, until I say you may.”

The demon did as he was told, watching the young master with hooded eyes. The boy leaned over and took something from his discarded jacket, then reseated himself on the bed. A silver lapel pin. Extending his index finger, he drove the sharp tip into the pad.

The demon’s pupil slits contracted and his fiery eyes went wide. A brilliant bead of crimson bloomed and swelled until its weight pulled it down, to trickle over the knuckles, a vibrant streak of crimson on ivory skin.

This scent, this blood, the warm, beating heart that tormented his every hour of existence…so close, he could almost taste it. The demon bared his fangs, with a low growl in his throat.

The boy ignored him and leaned back, squeezing his finger, letting vivid crimson droplets splash onto his flat stomach.

The demon was shaking like a morphine addict, swaying like a drunk, salivating like the wild beast he was, straining with everything he had, to hold together his swiftly crumbling façade of humanity. A caged beast cruelly baited.

“Who knew watching you squirm would make me so hard,” the young master remarked, as he licked and sucked the blood from his own finger. Then he grabbed the leash chain again and took his little cock in hand. “Spit. It doesn’t feel good dry.”

The demon bent dutifully down, and a clear stream of saliva drizzled through the bars of the muzzle, onto the boy’s cock. The boy began pumping the shaft lazily, in the slick of the demon’s spit. His cheeks flushed with color and his eyes went hazy. His lips parted, as he began to pant, wringing himself harder and faster.

Abruptly, he jerked the leash, dragging the demon’s head down, just in time for his cock to throb, spurting warm fluid all over his face.

Some splashed through the bars of the muzzle and spattered across his mouth. The demon licked his lips greedily, lapping up every molecule he could get of the young master’s semen.

He loved this specific taste, but at the moment, he’d happily swallow any of the young master’s fluids. Blood, semen, saliva, piss—it made little difference to him, other than the varying concentration of the essence in each. Semen had more than any but blood.

“Good dog,” the young master said, patting the mattress. “Come up here. Kneel on the bed.”

Keeping his hands clasped obediently behind his back, the demon put one knee on the bed, then the other. The boy drew the leash chain around behind him, pulling it taut to make him arch his back slightly, then wrapped it around his wrists and placed the end in his hand.

“Hold on to that and do not let go, until I tell you.”

Blood red eyes flickered over the human child, fangs bared inside the muzzle, chest heaving with rapid breaths, as small hands unbuttoned his jacket, then his waistcoat and shirt, and pulled them down around his upper arms. Then they began to fumble with his belt and the fly of his trousers.

When he’d finally got those undone, the boy slipped the trousers off the demon’s angular hips and pulled them down around his thighs. Finally, he unbuttoned his linen drawers and pulled them down, too, letting his steel-hard cock spring free.

No human being in all of history had ever seen this demon in such a humiliating position—kneeling, collared and muzzled like a dog, hands chained behind him, torso exposed and clothing in disarray, and his painfully erect male organ, exposed and jutting out from his body like a spear.

He jolted and very nearly cried out, as the young master’s wet tongue swiped suddenly across the swollen, sensitive head. The boy lapped it gingerly a few more times, then drew back, making a distasteful face.

The demon licked his own lips again and laughed, soft and serpentine. “Whatever is the matter, my lord? It can’t be your first taste of that particular vintage.”

“Shut your mouth, dog!” the boy snarled, glaring up at him. “Who commanded you to speak!”

The demon snapped his fangs shut with an audible clack, and kept grinning wickedly behind the muzzle. The young master ignored this and took his big cock in both hands. His fingers didn’t even reach all the way around the shaft. Taking a deep breath, he opened his mouth and wrapped his pouting, pillowy lips around the head.

His expression was so guileless and unaffectedly curious, as he mouthed over it, the demon had to squeeze his eyes shut, lest he be physically ill. He couldn’t stomach the sight of anything adorable or endearing. Cats were the only such things that didn’t cause him nausea.

The boy pulled off again, this time making a lewd, wet pop. “Sebastian. Open your eyes and look at me. That is an order.”

The predator’s eyes snapped open, perforce, and locked onto the prey that was devouring him. Unused to wielding such a weapon, the small hands pumped the shaft of his cock in an awkward, halting way.

Teeth dragged clumsily over the head (which was terrible technique, but which the demon happened to like immensely, for several reasons).

The hot, wet mouth took it deeper, little by little, licking and sucking ineptly, gagging hard, until the young master was drooling down his chin and tears streaked his soft, ivory cheeks.

He drew away yet again, leaving the demon’s cock wet and cold, throbbing with need. The demon bucked his hips and gave a soft whine in his muzzle.

“Begging, are we?” the boy sneered, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. “It won’t do you any good, dog. You’re being punished, not rewarded.”

So saying, he lay down on his back before the demon, knees bent and spread wide. Gazing up at him from beneath heavy, sooty-lashes, he palmed up the shaft of his little cock, tugging and playing with it, till it was hard again.

Eyes glowing with the flames of hell raked over his small, mortal body. So arrogant to lay himself out, naked and defenseless, like a feast before the devourer. And yet this ravening wolf was powerless against his little lamb.

He was bound in chains far stronger than the one wrapped around his wrists, through which his hell-wrought claws would tear like tissue paper. Earth-forged links of flimsy steel are nothing to the indestructible iron of the contract.

Restrained, humiliated, cruelly baited, and tormented on the razor’s edge of release, the demon was happier than he’d been in millennia. It had been so long since he had felt this. Craving. Desire. The ache of a need, that isn’t hunger. A white-hot liquor, coursing through his veins and setting his flesh ablaze.

That half-playful kiss on the lawn was the spark that ignited this wildfire. Whatever his pretenses were, about learning for Lizzie’s sake, or some such nonsense, the boy’s soul was in that kiss. For a fleeting instant, the demon touched it. Tasted it, without tearing it out.

To extract and devour a soul is one thing. A soul freely given is another. That is an elixir too potent, even for him. Just that millisecond of contact cast him down, blind and out of his senses. To swallow it whole would obliterate him.

And yet, like a moth drawn irresistibly to a tongue of dazzling flame, he couldn’t help longing for it. Aching for it, deep in the black pit of his soulless being.

Perhaps that was what he wanted. Perhaps, after all these aeons of mind-numbing monotony, what he truly yearned for was annihilation. For this elaborate play with his young master to be his last performance. One more bow, before the final curtain. To go out in a blaze of spectacular glory, that would set the heavens afire.

But that was melodrama, he assured himself. There was no need to romanticize his desire to fuck this human’s body and eventually eat its soul. He was a demon. His desires were base and carnal, at the core. Hunger and lust. Nothing more.

Nothing.

The young master’s motives were equally pure, of course. To the proud, entitled little lordling, his demon was just another object, bought for a price. A pawn to be moved as he saw fit. So long as the game goes on, that is. Once checkmate is called, the devil will have his due.

The demon’s lust-drunk eyes slithered lasciviously over the posh and pampered creature, lying before him. The silken-soft sole of a foot that would never bear a callous, reached out and slid teasingly up and down his aching cock. His hips hitched and rolled in response, chasing this scanty bit of friction, rutting against the master’s foot, desperate for relief.

The pads of toes as white and delicate as pearls curled over the ruddy head, collecting the clear, viscous fluid leaking from the slit. A single, glistening strand stretched out between his cock and the foot, as the boy drew it away.

“Filthy dog,” the boy sneered. “You’ve made a mess of my foot. Clean it.”

The demon tossed his head, to draw his master’s attention to the fact that he was still muzzled. The young master beckoned, and he bent down, to have the thing unbuckled and removed. Then the boy pushed him back with the foot on his chest and put the wet one back in his face.

The demon bared his mouth full of fangs and traced the delicate arch with his long tongue. The boy’s breath came short and fast, eyes fluttering and half-closed, as the demon lapped up and down the sole, sucked and licked the slimy, salty mess off the little round toes, with their perfect nails, kept meticulously clean and manicured by himself, of course.

Lost in the sensual pleasure of it, he leaned forward, letting the boy’s heel rest on his shoulder, as he licked and kissed the tiny ankle, letting his fangs just barely graze over the diaphanous skin.

There was a sharp thud against his cheekbone and his head jolted sideways. He drew back, astounded and blinking. The young master had kicked him in the face.

This human child couldn’t hurt him, obviously, but the effect was the same as any blow to the face, which was to stun him out of his trajectory.

He opened his mouth to beg his master’s pardon, but his voice would be too demonic and embarrass him, so he shut it again and remained silent.

“You may free your hands, now,” the young master proclaimed. “Time to put your tongue to better use.”

The demon shredded the chain like dry grass, as his master lay back and bent his knees, spreading them wide apart. His taut, pink hole was a perfect starburst below his smooth, round sack, sitting high and tight against his small penis.

The demon took hold of his thighs and lifted his entire rear half off the bed. The warm scent of the boy’s arousal hit him like another kick to the face. Without the scent of dog from the muzzle diluting it, it was a potent perfume that surged into his nostrils and made him dizzy again.

A shudder radiated through his entire body. Nostrils flaring, fangs barely under control, slavering like a wild animal, he drew his tongue languorously up the cleft of his master’s ass, over his sensitive rim, to lap and lick his smooth, hairless sack, then back down again, to prod and tease his hole with the tip.

Unable to restrain himself any longer, he buried his face in the cleft of his ass, laving the rim, licking him hard and deep, drenching him with slippery saliva.

The boy covered his mouth and whimpered, curling his toes and arching his back, striving to get more depth and friction. The demon was savoring him, now. Prolonging every lingering strain of the prelude, to increase the pleasure and intensity of the aria.

All at once, the boy tightened up like a vise inside. He made a choking sound in his throat as he shook apart, his little cock spurting weakly onto his flat stomach, and his hole squeezing and contracting on the demon’s writhing tongue.

“St—stop!” he sputtered, between gasping breaths. “That’s enough. I want…I want you to…”

“Command me, my lord,” the demon purred, when the boy trailed off, blushing. “My body belongs to you. Speak your will.”

“I want you inside. P—put it inside me.”

The obedient demon lifted his master into his lap and sat against the headboard. Slicking his fingers with more of his saliva, which was a far better lubricant than any of the options they had, in this backward country, he reached behind the boy and pressed a slender finger inside.

“Seba—ah! What are you doing!” the boy demanded. “Hurry up and put it in, I ordered you to do it!”

“My lord, hurrying is out of the question, unless you would like me to tear you in half,” the demon explained. “I cannot knowingly harm you, so you must be patient.”

With a disconsolate huff, the boy dropped his head onto the demon’s shoulder, and made no further objection. The demon’s big, slick fingers slid in and out of his taut hole, working him open slowly, gently—like a lover. His trembling thighs relaxed and fell wider apart, and his little cock grew ruddy and rigid again, and leaking all over the demon’s abdomen.

Before long, he was moaning softly and rocking his hips against him. This was likely as ready as he was going to get, but it was still going to be tricky. Despite the demon’s best efforts, the boy was tight as a drum inside, and his body was already exceptionally small.

Had he known his petite master was going to want to be fucked, nearly the moment he hit puberty, he’d have given himself a smaller cock. C’est la vie. Matters being as they were, slow and cautious would be the name of the game.

“Hold on to me, my lord,” he said softly.

The young master’s arms coiled tightly around his collared neck, his tiny body warm and trembling like a baby bird, as the demon lifted him up a little, and pressed the big, blunt head of his cock against the taut opening.

“Sebastian…will it hurt?” the boy asked, looking up into his eyes, seeming suddenly very young and helpless, for the first time since they met.

“Yes, a bit,” the demon murmured, smoothing his hair back from his face. “But I will be as gentle as I can.”

How interesting. A virgin, after all. Well, how nice for him that he hadn’t suffered that particular kind of abuse.

Was being fucked by a bloodthirsty demon, who was bound by contract to obey his every command, in a situation where the boy was in total control, a better way to lose his virginity? Yes. Yes, it was.

The boy squeezed his eyes shut, giving a strained groan through his clenched teeth, as the demon penetrated him, pushing what must’ve felt like a freight train through the tight resistance at the entrance.

Tears rolled down his pale face and splashed onto his bony chest. When he bit into the demon’s shoulder to stifle a sob of pain, the demon stopped.

“Breathe, my lord,” he hummed, stroking his lower back with the tips of his fingers. “Breathe and try to relax.”

“Sh—shut up and do it,” the young master hiccupped. “I didn’t give you permi—permission to speak.”

“Yes, my lord.”

The demon resumed easing him down, inch by inch, slowly impaling his small body on its long, thick shaft. Before he had even got all the way inside, the boy surprised him by curling into himself with a choked moan, his insides clamping down and his abdominal muscles contracting, as his little cock throbbed, spurting clear fluid onto the demon’s abdomen.

The demon laughed, soft and low in his throat. “You must like it very much, for you to do that simply from being penetrated.”

“I…I like it. I want more,” the boy groaned. “Give me more! Don’t—ha! don’t stop!”

The demon slid his hands under his ass to support him and rolled his hips gently, rocking him on his lap, moving his cock just enough for him to feel it bumping into the sweet spot inside him. When he felt the taut heat begin to slacken to accommodate him, he lifted the young master higher and pushed him down harder, till he was plunging himself in, all the way to his pubic bone, with each thrust.

The boy trembled like maiden. Clung to him like a lover. Moaned like a whore and panted like a bitch in heat, while the demon fucked him, slow and deep, ravaging his soft, virgin body with his iron-hard cock. His swollen insides quivered and contracted on the thick shaft as he came again. And again, and again, till nothing came out and he was lolling half-senseless against the demon’s chest. Still, he didn’t order him to stop.

At that point, the demon decided it was one of those times to heed Agni’s advice, and make the best decision in the interest of the young master, regardless of his verbal orders. To that end, he lifted the boy in his arms and began to carefully withdraw.

“What are you doing,” the boy demanded, jolting back to alertness. “I didn’t tell you to stop.”

“You have had more than enough, my lord,” the demon replied gently. “I fear for your safety, if I continue.”

Big, hazy, wet-lashed eyes blinked up at him. “But you haven’t…you didn’t—”

“You need not worry about me, my lord. It is my duty to see that you are satisfied.”

“I am telling you I am not satisfied. Not until you’ve finished, too.”

“Young master, I—”

“Don’t talk back to me, Sebastian! Do it!” his master snarled, with sudden, startling energy, as the runes in his dark-purple eye began to glow.

“Yes, my lord,” the demon sighed. Withdrawing, he laid the boy down on his back, pushing his knees up on either side of his chest, to lift his ass off the mattress. “I beg your pardon, young master. It will be easiest on your body, this way.”

The boy’s hole was soft and slick. It felt like sinking into hot, wet velvet, as the demon eased himself back inside, all the way to the base. He craned his neck to watch his thick shaft slide in and out of the snug hole. It was rather enjoyable having this obscenely sensitive humanoid cock, sucked and squeezed like this.

It ached deliciously, as he rocked into his master. His balls felt heavy and full, slapping against his ass. The boy’s punched-out cries, each time he thrust, fluttered into his ears, like the sounds of a warm prey animal, and triggered all of his predator’s instincts. His eyes blazed up, catlike pupil-slits blown wide in the scarlet irises. He felt his fangs growing long and sharp in his mouth.

Tension built inside, itching and throbbing like a poisoned sting. He lunged forward and buried his face in the young master’s warm, silky neck, pushing his knees higher and wider, holding his thighs with bruising force, fucking him harder and harder, while the boy trembled and whimpered beneath him.

He covered his master’s mouth with his own and all at once that thunderclap struck him again. His chest seized and his vision blanked out. A white-hot needle pierced the excruciating pressure, and it exploded.

He groaned into the kiss, his hips stuttering as his cock convulsed, releasing gouts of slippery-hot fluid into the boy’s swollen hole. He kept thrusting wildly through the intense spasms, fucking every drop into him, drawing out this deliciously agonizing pleasure as far as it would go.

Finally, the roaring sea of sensory overload spat him back out, on the shore. He withdrew and collapsed onto his back beside his master, his head reeling and overheated, and his entire body buzzing with overstimulation.

“Sebastian,” the boy said, after a moment.

“My lord?”

“Why are you lazing about in bed, without permission?”

This insufferable little imp.

Mustering as much dignity as he could, with his trousers down and his shirt and jacket hanging off his body in disarray, the demon pushed himself to his feet and gave a slight bow. “Apologies, my lord. I was momentarily overcome by—”

“Go and draw me a bath,” the naked, freshly deflowered child interrupted, in an imperious tone. “And clean yourself up. You’re unsightly.”

“Yes, my lord.”

Burning himself clean with hellfire and summoning a fresh suit of clothing took all of three seconds, which task the demon accomplished in the bathroom, while filling his master’s bath.

Heating the water was undertaken by the boiler, these days, so it came from the faucet steaming and ready. All he had to do was pour in the soap the young master likes.

His eyes flickered over the scene, to inventory its completeness. Fresh towels and underclothing, hanging on a rack before the radiant heater, favorite rinses and hair tonics within reach, bath water warm, fragrant, and moderately bubbly. Perfect, as usual.

He went to collect the boy and carried him to the oversized bathtub, where he gently lowered him in, like the bit of salt pork into a vat of soup.

“How did it feel,” the young master asked listlessly, as the demon carefully bathed his small, tender body.

The demon elected not to understand what he meant. “Young master?”

“How did it feel, to do that to me,” the young master clarified. “Did it feel good? Did you like it?”

If the boy only knew what kind of ravening beast he had awakened. “Yes, my lord.”

“If I ordered you to do it again, what would—wait, what are you doing! I didn’t mean right now!”

“Hold still, young master. This will only take a moment,” the demon said placidly, pressing the tip of a finger into the boy’s swollen hole, to hold it open. Milky fluid streamed out and dispersed into the sudsy water. “It isn’t healthy to keep it inside.”

The boy’s cheeks flushed scarlet and he looked away sullenly. Apparently the embarrassment had smothered his desire to ask further questions, and he remained silently compliant, while the demon finished bathing him and patted him dry with a plushy towel. He even cooperated with having his nightshirt put on.

Meek and docile as a lamb, he clung to his demon and buried his face in his immaculate, white shirt, as he was carried to his bed. He even allowed himself to be tucked in.

“Sebastian,” he said, as the demon walked away with the candelabra.

The demon stopped, with his white-gloved hand on the doorknob. “My lord?”

“Where are you pretending to be going? Stop playing around and come to bed.”

“Yes, my lord.”

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Born into the Seven Ruler's of Devildom

I was isekai'd to a world in a book. The title was "Kristin in the Harem of the Seven Demon Lords." Like its title, a human named Kristin was brought to Devildom against her will and had to survive through the temptation of the seven demon lords, who were brothers and avatars of the seven sins.

The seventh brother, Belphegor, the Avatar of Sloth.

The sixth brother, Beelzebub, the Avatar of Gluttony.

The fifth brother, Asmodeus, the Avatar of Lust.

The fourth brother, Satan, the Avatar of Wrath.

The third brother, Leviathan, the Avatar of Envy.

The second brother, Mammon, the Avatar of Greed.

The first brother, Lucifer, the fallen angel, the Avatar of Pride. My father. The one who succeeded in seducing the human Kristin and impregnating her.

I was in shambles with the ending. Lucifer had kicked Kristin out, banished to the swamp and died giving birth. The baby survived and was named Leilel by Kristin, and that baby is me.

I'm Leilel Morningstar, the child of Lucifer Morningstar.

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Chapter 6 --- I'm still in Hell

Three days later, the students of RAD are in an uproar. Every demon has the newest newspaper. The front page is loudly written:

"MEPHISTOPHELES, THE TRUE LOYAL LORD TO THE CROWN OF DEVILDOM, DIAVOLO, CERBERUS BREEDING IS SHUT DOWN!"

I stared at the title with bored eyes. So loudmouthed. Then I read the columns.

The Cerberus Breeding. An operation built by the Demon Lord, Jezelbub, who rebelled against the crown Prince of Devildom, Lord Diavolo. For almost a decade, this operation had been going on under the noses of Lord Diavolo's reign. Entrusted to the Seven Demon Brothers, who had no result at all....

I snorted at that. It's obvious Mephistopheles is mocking the demon brothers.

The demon brothers had only found small clues, a clean scene, unreliable eyewitnesses, yet thousands of hell dog homeowners still went missing due to the operation.

Now, homeowners' pets may rejoice thanks to the greatness and true demon from the House of Lords, Mephistopheles.

"IS SHUT DOWN!" shouted from the picture of Mephistopheles in front of the warehouse.

"Hm," I mumbled, feeling a little satisfied that Mephistopheles' hatred toward the Demon Brothers ran so deep that he wrote about them being deemed as useless. I smirked, then neatly folded the paper and carefully put it in my satchel, making my way to the colosseum for Mephistopheles' award.

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"GIVE IT UP FOR MEPHISTOPHELES!!!"

I covered my ears, laughed, and clapped my hands with the other students as they cheered and chanted Mephisto's name as he ascended the stage. Pride evident in his steps and a big smile adorning his face, he laughed and waved at the crowd. Diavolo accompanied him, shaking his hands, while flying cameras with bat wings captured their photo.

"Demons of Devildom, may I present," Diavolo gestured to Barbatos, who was carrying a big red box. It opened to reveal a golden crown of thorns. "The Bright Thorn of Devildom!"

The crowd gasped in awe at the magnificent crown and clapped their hands. I too was amazed. The crown was only bestowed upon the most devoted demons who had contributed to the Crown Heir of Devildom's works. I don't know if the Seven Brothers had ever receive this. Did they?

Wow. Just my information could lead Mephisto to receive this? I need to ask for more favors from him.

Diavolo then crowned Mephistopheles. He thanked his Lordship, and Diavolo allowed him to take the podium for his speech. The crowd cheered as Mephistopheles did.

Mephisto raised his hand to silence the crowd. "Now, all students of RAD, I could not be credited for all of this," Mephisto said. "For it is the loyalty of our Crown Prince, Lord Diavolo, that has pushed me to the limit. As such..."

Mephisto continued, bragging about his loyalty, all for the glory of Lord Diavolo. I shook my head. The book talked about Mephisto being absolutely in awe of Diavolo. Seeing him in real life on stage, green eyes sparkling with admiration, like a kid looking up to his idol. It's kind of cute.

...

What the... What am I thinking? I shook my head. Maybe because the adult mind inside me. I may be thirteen, but added with my first life, I should've been thirty years old at least. So I'm way much older on the inside. I huff through my nose.

No Leilel, not with a demon. Never with a-

Suddenly, my body shivered in a different sense. I look up and my eyes caught the demon at the far corner of the stage, Lucifer. His deep red eyes bore into me.

It's like an arrow shoot right into my chest. I held my breath in fear, feeling like a predator being cornered by its prey. Lucifer red eyes look deep into my soul, sucking all the life in me. I clench my fist at my side and move away, slowly. Away from his peering gaze and turned back. I sneaked out from the crowd, exiting the colosseum.

I didn't feel his stare again, but maybe that's just wishful thinking.

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I decided to hide in Mephistopheles' office. I'm sure he won't mind. We still had some business to do. Like changing my shackle. My wrist felt heavy and felt like being cut off. Mephistopheles has to change the term on the seal he put on my wrist. Soon, it'll be a protection spell.

I was almost fell asleep on the expensive vintage couch, when the door of the office bursts open.

"Forgive me, fellas, I have business to take care of." Mephisto says to the demons who had come to admire him. He must have noticed me and kept the door ajar to hide me.

"Aww, Mephisto, another work to do?"

"You’ve solved one of the highest operations, and you're still gonna work?"

"Celebrate, man!"

"I’m sorry, it's just this one deal I had to take care of. Goodbye!" Mephisto slams the door. He sighs and turns at me with a smile. "Now, where were we?" he stride around the room and takes a seat across from me. Unlike the other day, his smile is genuine, like a salesman to his biggest client. His eyes lit up. "Oh! I forgot! I should offer my guest a beverage!"

He starts to stand when I stop him. "No need, let's discuss our deal first."

Mephistopheles stop and sighs as he sits back. He doesn’t seem to like this. Well, he was cocky enough to accuse me of being one of the rebels. Mephistopheles leans forward, hands folded over his lap, and say the demon's magic word. "Well, what do you desire, Lami?"

I bit my lower lips, remembering Lucifer's red eyes at the colosseum "First of all, did you tell Lucifer about me?"

"Wha-no!" Mephisto huffs, leaning back on his coach. "I kept my promise!" I glower at him. Mephistopheles pursed his lips and asks, "Still, I wonder, why wouldn’t you take any credit for this?"

"Because that’s where our deal will be." I answer and lean forward. "I want your support and protection from any demons in this school who would bother my school life, and that includes the seven lords."

Mephistopheles' eyes widen, and he strokes his chin in thought. "The other demons, I get that. But why the seven lords?"

I almost rolled my eyes. Still suspicious, huh? I can't tell him that I'm Lucifer's daughter that he might put me through torture and kill me. Guess I have to pull out my trump card. "Let’s just say I don’t have any faith in any of the former angels who call themselves demons."

Mephistopheles whole body flinch in surprised. He blinks, and suddenly laughs. "Aha ha! Is that so? Well," Mephistopheles chuckled, hand over his chin. "We have the same thought, Lami."

No, we don’t. I just know that from the book. I smile back. "Oh, we do?" Mephistopheles nods, leaning on his hand as he gives me a smile. It felt, genuine and cute. I cough. "Anyway, I will only need your protection until I can get into the exchange program."

"The exchange program?"

"Yes, I plan to go to the human world, to tempt humans. It has been my dream since I was a little girl."

"Ugh, such a common dream for demons," Mephisto mumbles.

I ignored his comment. "So, do we have a deal?"

Mephisto smiles at me and again pulls out his gloves, offering his right hand. "It's a deal."

Once we shake hands, the seal on my wrist glows, changing our contract. He lets go to let me look at my wrist with the newest seal. My protection, my promises of the future. Now, I’ll just wait for time to go by. Then I’ll be in my real world, the human world.

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That night,

"Give me my money back, scumbag Mammon!!!"

"Why don't ya just shake me, maybe I'll rain money from my pants!"

The avatar of envy did so, shaking the second-born with all his might. Mammon shouted at his brother to stop. They both continued to shake each other off.

There was a meeting between the demon lords in the council room of RAD. All six demons were seated together at the round table. Satan read his book despite his rowdy brothers. Asmodeus hummed while looking at himself in the mirror. Belphegor slept on the table while his twin brother Beelzebub chewing candy.

Then, the first-born stepped in, Lucifer. Mammon and Levi, who were still bickering with each other. Two fists smacked on top of their heads.

"Ow!"

"Hey! What's the big idea?!"

They both flinched under Lucifer's red eyes. "Be quiet!" He commanded and sat in the middle. "The meeting starts."

Satan was the first to speak.

“I have collected the necessary curses for the demons responsible for the Cerberus Breeds. All the most torturous curses, even the deadliest ones." Satan let out sinister laughs.

"Hold your horses, Satan," Asmo hummed to his brother.

Beel raised his hand. "Lucifer, what will happen to the dogs that were used?"

"Diavolo has decided to keep the dogs and treat them. I had Levi find some professional demons to handle this," Lucifer replied, turning to the third-born.

"Oh, oh yeah, here," Levi handed Lucifer the papers. The first-born looked through the papers and then back to his brothers.

They continued discussing shutting down the operation. The talk between them smoothed down into a debate about how Mephistopheles found the first base operation.

"I mean, the guy could have just happened to come across it," Mammon said.

"Are you really that much of an idiot?"

"LOL, LOL," Levi exclaim, typing to his D.D.D. "Mammon said. "Mephisto finding it was a 'coincidence,' so stupid! And tweet!"

"Oi! Why do you have to tweet that?!"

"Levi, you're not supposed to tweet our meeting,"

"That's what worries you?!"

BANG!

The demon brothers turned to the door, where two human exchange students stood.

"Hi, everyone~~" Carina greeted. The other human, a plain boy with glasses and pale skin, lifted his hand.

"Hi, sorry to bother you,"

Lucifer groaned, pinching the bridge of his nose. "What are you two doing here?"

The boy frightened as he hid behind Barbatos who escorted the two humans. Barbatos explain. "Forgive our interruption, but Carina refused to go home until the brothers are done."

"I-I..." the boy stuttered. "Didn't want..."

"Awww~ Mathieu, are you gonna keep hiding behind Barbatos?" Asmo stood, leaning over the table with a mischievous smile. "He's also a demon too, you know?"

Mathieu shrieked and jumped away from Barbatos. Barbatos only smiled.

Lucifer's eyebrow stress became more evident. "Aren't you responsible for tonight's dinner, Carina? Don't be selfish and go home."

"Awww... I can't just leave you all behind~~" Carina pouted, putting on her puppy eyes. But none of the demon brothers swayed, giving Carina a dead look. Mathieu gulped down his throat, Carina blinked at the brothers, confused by their response.

"Why don't you all have a meal here?" Barbatos suggested. "It has already passed dinner," He checked his watch. "There may be leftover from the cafeteria. I shall fetch some food from there."

"Oh yeah!"

"You're the demon, Barbatos!"

"Bring back at least a hundred dishes, please."

"We are quite famished, thank you very much, Barbatos."

Barbatos nodded and was about to close the door when Carina stopped him. "Tha-thank you so much, Barbatos." She had a shy smile, blushing cheek, fiddling with her fingers.

Barbatos stared at her, and gave his cold-butler smile. "Of course," He closed the door a bit hard in her face. Carina gasped, offended, and stomped her foot.

She looked over at the brothers. Now Mathieu was in the center of attention. The demons were asking Mathieu's opinion on how Mephistopheles found the warehouse.

"I-I-I mean," Mathieu stuttered, fixing his glasses. "Meph-Mephisto? Could've... found the spell? (Was it a spell) That mirrors are the hideaway (somehow), that-that's how he found it, right?"

Satan nodded. "Okay, but... How did he find the right spot where the mirror is?"

Mathieu shrugged. "I-I-I really don't know, why not, ask him?"

"Hah!" Belphegor exclaimed, startling Mathieu. Belphie's expression was bored as he leaned on his hand. "That guy has loose lips, but when it comes to this, he was very secretive,"

"Yeah, even to Lord Diavolo." Beel said. "It was very surprising,"

"What if it wasn't him?" The brothers stopped and turned to Lucifer, who stated his opinion. "I suspect that he was helped by another demon."

Satan scoffed. "Aha! Are you going to be suspicious of him every time he does something good for Diavolo?"

"What is that supposed to mean, Satan?"

"You know what I meant. You don't like that Mephisto solved this and not you."

"Actually," the brothers turned to the voice belongs to Carina. "Three days ago, I did see a particular demon walk into his office a day before Mephistopheles busted the warehouse."

"Huh?"

"What did she say?"

"Stupid Mammon, are you deaf now?"

"Hey!"

Lucifer narrowed his eyes, pondering Carina's words. "Who is this demon?" he asked, almost commanding.

Carina looked surprised, hand over her mouth. "Lami, that new demon. I wanted to be her friend, so I followed her. That's when I saw her went into Mephistopheles's office." Carina gasped and changed her tone to dismissive. "Ah, but, this is just a theory, she could've just wanted to join the newspaper RAD, right?"

Lucifer narrowed his eyes. If the demon swamp wanted to join, Mephistopheles would never consider it. He wouldn't even let any lower demons step into his office. Lucifer turned to the second-born. "Mammon, you are in the same class as her, yes?"

Mammon looked sideways. "Uuuh, yeah?"

"Keep an eye on her."

"Huh? Why me?!"

"Idiot, you're in the same class as her." Lucifer exhaled. "It is best to keep an eye on new demons; we never know whether they are loyal to Lord Diavolo or not."

Mammon pout, grumbling under his breath. "I don't like her!"

"Huh? First week, and you already don't like her?" Asmo chuckled, eyes flirting. "Fufufu, what did she do, is it scandalous?

Mammon glared disgust at Asmo, then looked at Mathieu and Carina. Mammon slump down into his chair and whispering. "Because she is supposed to be the new demon, not her."

The brothers were quiet in the room. Mathieu could feel the change and remained still like a rock. Carina scrunched her eyebrow in confusion.

"Mammon." Leviathan leaned forward. "You know that we're still looking for her,"

"And we will not stop looking for her," Lucifer said the final word. The brothers humm agree. Leaving Mathieu and Carina out of the circle. One of them is very upset.

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The moon is at its lowest peak as I walk back to my dorm room at ten pm. Ten!

"Urgh!!!" I grumble under my breath. That history teacher is so petty, putting me in detention for a week! A week! Petty demons! They're the worst kinds of creatures. I hate, hate, hate them!

My eyes spot a 666 leaf clover. The green color reminds me of Green Blops. If he were here, seeing me angry, he would've faced me, with his arms crossed and looking at me.

I sigh and begin my ritual. Take a deep breath and let go. I did it again.

When I was a child, I had my moments of tantrum. Even with a mind of an adult, you can still get mad like a child. I refused to eat anything the Blops gave me, which made Red so sad. I was violent with Yellow and Orange, I didn't see they were hurt. I was pushy and annoyed with Green and Purple. I rejected everything nice Pink gave me. Until it hit the limit when Blue was scolding me, I shouted at him that I hate him because he's a demon.

I remember Blue's face when I said that. He was shocked, really shocked. When I thought he was gonna punish me, his face got neutral, no smile, no scowl, nor glare, nothing. Instead, he turned his back away and ignored me. I was surprised but decided to ignore him too. It went on for a week, with all the six Blops following after Blue. They still gave me food, bath, and clothed me. But there were no kisses and hugs, the Blops wouldn't play with me, they wouldn’t talk with me. They just left me alone. On the seventh day of the week, I cried so loud, asking for forgiveness.

Of course, the Blops quickly forgave me. There were kisses and hugs and how awful it was for the Blops to hold back. Blue told that every Blop understands. The shout, the violence, and the hate towards demons are just anger I kept inside for Lucifer.

So I told the Blops everything. From the memory when I was a human, to be reborn as Lucifer’s daughter, and asking why am I put into this situation. There are so many humans in the world, and I was the one who isekai into an awful unfortunate character.

The Blops didn’t understand, but they still love me the same. In fact, they love me more than ever. So did I.

Green then taught me how to meditate, to control my anger, and not to bottle everything in me. The Blops told me to tell them everything that is in my heart. And I always did, and the Blops always comfort me.

I open my eyes, feeling a bit relieved. I decided to let the teacher have it my way. It doesn’t matter if I had a week detention. On weekends, I’ll be back in my cabin with my Blops, talking bad things about Miss Vile.

Ufufu. I’ve already imagined Pink and Yellow when we gossip.

I had a smile as I walked in the dorm building. I reached my room with a hum and placed my hand on the doorknob.

BANG!

"Hello, little demon~"

Someone grabbed my mouth and slammed me against the doors. My eyes widened as I recognized who it was. It was the same demon who walked me to my room on the first day. My body froze.

"Ahahah, it's so easy to munch little demons like yourself," the demon licked his lips with a twisted smile and lustful eyes. I shivered in fear, my mind went blank. "Already excited, heh? How about we do it in your room?"

His words snapped me out of my entrance, and I struggled. He strengthened his holds, nails digging into the skin of my shoulder. I scream under his palm.

"Stop struggling, you bitch!"

I panicked and grabbed his arm holding my mouth. Then I saw. A purple glow flashed before us.

“Argh! What is this??!”

He let me go. I felt power surging through from Mephisto’s mark on my wrist. Like an ocean wave, the surge power pushed the demon far away to the end of the hallway into a window that was suddenly open by itself, and he went flying.

I watched as he faded away. His scream became distand. I gasped for breath and went fumbling with my keys to open my bedroom door and crawled inside. I closed the door with my back. It took forever with my trembling fingers to lock the door, twice. Then, I screamed and cried on my knees. I didn't care if any demons heard me. Hell, they might have heard and wouldn't care a thing.

Thoughts flooded in of what could've happened. That demon was really going to molest me. I could've-

I felt my stomach churn, and I threw up on the floor. All the contents from my stomach was emptied. When it was over, I stared at the leftover food I had this evening. Then I cried and lay beside my own retch. I didn't care about the smell. I only wanted my trembling body to subside.

This was a reminder that I was still in hell.

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The next morning arrived, and I felt terrible. I had a headache, stomach cramps, and was in a completely rock bottom mood. I really didn’t want to go to school, but I had to since it's still the first week. I couldn’t afford another bad rap with a teacher. In fact, they might use this to bully me. Mocking my background. I really had enough.

Fortunately, no demons were talking about last night. They might not even care or might be too busy discussing Mephistopheles' success and the exchange program. Lucky me.

All day, I kept my head down and stayed alert, hoping I wouldn't pass by that demon from last night. There’s no way he would let go of what happened. In fact, he must've planned something to torture me. Maybe giving me a cursed object? Hypnotizing me, drugging me—anything could happen!

I felt like throwing up again, but I held on with my hand over my mouth. I hadn't eaten anything this morning, but my stomach felt sick, like when you ride a roller coaster after eating.

Half the day had gone by, and it was lunchtime. I was walking in the hallway between students toward the cafeteria.

"Agh!" I felt my cape being pulled back. My foot almost lost its balance, and I looked over my shoulder, my body freezing.

"What are you doing?" Mammon asked with a smirk, as if he had caught me stealing a cookie jar.

"I... wha!" I yelped. Mammon pulled me forward by my red cape. "Hey!!!" I protested as I tried to keep my feet on the ground. Then I felt someone grab my arm.

“Mammon! Don’t pull her like that!” Carina protested, pulling me toward her. I leaned backward while Mammon still grabbed my cape. My posture probably looked stupid, as all the students were watching us.

“Argh! Shut up, human!” Mammon pulled my cape again.

I grabbed my cape, begging him. "Wh-what do you want from me?!"

Mammon frowned, looking at me as if I’m stupid. My heart twisted with fear. If Mammon had figured me out, this might be why he's bothering me right now – he's going to act all obsessed with me. My brain imagined all the possible ways this could go.

"Wait! Please, just," I stuttered, frantically looking around the hallway for an escape. "Please, let me go," I pleaded, holding back tears. Mammon tilted his head.

“Mammon, come on, don’t pull the poor little girl,” Carina said.

I glanced at her smiling at me. She reminds me of Kristin. Even in hell, she still tries to be nice to everyone. To a demon. I gulped down my throat. Both of us are poor, unfortunate souls. Doomed for a lifetime of torture from the demons here in Devildom. But unlike Carina, I’m going to survive. I’m going to survive from this dem-!

Mammon released my cape. I gasped as I was released. Mammon stared at us, hand on his hips. I took a deep breath and tried to think of an escape. If I ran, Mammon would catch me for sure.

"Let's go, I'm hungry!" Mammon exclaimed and walked away.

“Come on, Lami!” Carina still grabbing my arm, pulling me forward. My body is still completely stiff from the shock and I just followed. But, if there is a slight opening, I’ll run like hell.

#obey me shall we date #om #obey me #obey me fanfic #obey me self insert #isekai #obey me lucifer #obey me mammon #obey me leviathan #obey me satan #obey me asmodeus #obey me beelzebub #obey me belphegor #obey me mephistopheles #obey me diavolo #obey me barbatos #bornintotheseven'srulerofdevildom

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Oooohhh, I really fucking love your account! I can't stop re-reading everything here and just had to finally ask for the first time. . .

But how would your oc's react to reader accidentally cutting themselves while in the kitchen trying to cook?

It keeps happening to me and I feel like I'm cursed at being a danger in the kitchen at this point, so I kinda just wanted to ask and know🤔

Yubin — he would laugh and then say you’re a fucking dumbass. And then you’d be never allowed in the kitchen again.

Yuta — he’d ask you why the hell are you using a knife so sharp and then help you clean up the blood. He’d also take you out the kitchen

Mikey — he’d give you a bandage.. that’s it lol

Yichen — this can’t happen because you’re never allowed to cook anyway as the seventh Prince

Keita — he’d wonder why you’re so clumsy at this age but he’d make sure you’re alright

Vincent — he’d bust out laughing like it’s the funniest thing in the world. Unless you’re in a lot of pain or look visibly stressed, he’d just tell you to go get some bandages and that’s about it

Eun Jae — you’re not even allowed in the kitchen cuz he likes cooking alone… so this would just give him another reason to forbid you from cooking.

Xavier — he’d quickly help stop the blood and bandage you up while telling you it’s okay

Kimura — he doesn’t even cook so he’d just tell you to not cook, they have maids for that

Riki — he’d quickly help you but also put a ban on you cooking ever again

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I've been finally getting myself to learn music theory as of late so I'm curious: do you have a favourite chord progression? Or maybe a small list of recurring ones you like to use fairly often?

i have quite a few, yes! in no particular order:

I maj 7 -> IV maj 7 -> I maj 7 -> bVII dominant 7

this one is an elaboration on the soothing Imaj7 - IVmaj7 vamp you hear in a lot of lo-fi hip hop and tranquil acoustic guitar pieces. the bVII dominant chord is the secret sauce here; it's functionally similar to a minor IV used at the end of a major progression (think "creep" by radiohead), which gives it a wonderfully wistful, bittersweet feeling. however i like using it more than the minor IV because it moves me even more, and i basically never hear it used so it feels unexpected!

where i learned it: messing around :) where i've used it: the world to me and patchwork

IV maj 7 -> V maj -> III min 7 -> VI min (-> II min 7 -> V dominant 7 -> I maj 7)

aka the royal road progression! you hear it everywhere for a reason; it's loaded with functional harmony and full of movement, making memorable melody writing a breeze. and it's also just... jam packed with feeling, you know? what that feeling is depends a lot on the rhythm, voicing, and arrangement; with an upbeat tempo and large ensemble it can be bombastic and filled with melodrama, yet stripped back to a lilting music box it can be dreamy and yearning. it's easy, it's versatile, it works. what more could you ask for? where i learned it: every anime opening theme ever where i've used it: chasing dreams, star power, and many more

I min -> bVI maj -> IV min -> bII maj 7

this one is kind of like if you built a progression out from each of the notes in the major seventh chord found in the second scale degree of the phrygian mode, starting with the seventh of the chord and descending by thirds to the root. at least, that's how it makes sense to me when i try to put it into theory jargon. i just think it sounds nice. really tense. it loops super elegantly, too.

where i learned it: doom ii - opening to hell by bobby prince where i've used it: t r a n s c e n d and twin moon dance

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i think i'll leave it there for today. there are more, but the brain fog is winning right now :') might add to this in the future. thanks for asking, and best of luck with the learning! 💓

#asks #from #lytmeowtif

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“Do you think we’ll find him?” Crowley asked, sitting against the wall, Aziraphale’s black robe draped over his knees. The work on the mending continued; he didn’t do more than a fingerlength or so every now and again because it was so hard to work with black thread on slippery black silk.

“Honestly? I think if he appears, it will only be because he wants to.” Aziraphale had laid down beside him; unlike the angel’s casual sprawl, he laid with arms folded and legs crossed primly at the ankles.

“And so far he hasn’t wanted to appear.”

“No, I think not. I suppose he’ll appear when he wants to, and no earlier. Though perhaps he doesn’t know we’re looking for him...”

Crowley made a few more stitches, and then set the work down.

“Done? Shall we have dinner? Or would you like some tea first. Oh, or a cold drink, like a fruit sherbet-”

“No. I...” And Crowley stared at the edge of the black robe that rested on his knee, lingering. He longed to reach out to it, to clutch it close and take in the scent of cedar and lavender despite the needles still threaded through the fine cloth, and it was such a vexing, contradictory feeling that he suddenly stood up, trying to shake it off.

“What’s wrong?”

And all around him were the signs of disloyalty; his half-finished kithara, the partially mended robe, everything obscured from the eye of Heaven within a demon’s secret hiding place, hidden from even the machinations of Hell itself and he wondered if this was a temptation and maybe that didn’t matter because why tempt someone who was throwing themselves readily into the flames.

He thought about serving in Hell. It would be terrifying at first, the monstrous visages of sneering demons all around him and the tortures or threat of destruction that awaited every and any failures. He knew the disgrace of the Fall would never leave him, but it was not like he wasn’t used to it, berated into crushing shame and guilt over and over in the halls of Heaven for every failure, perceived or otherwise. Perhaps it wouldn’t be too bad, a minor retainer favored by a Prince of Hell, and then it could be like this always, with the warmth and heat of Aziraphale’s body pressed against his, and the touch of Aziraphale’s soft breath against his bare skin, and-

“Would you really run away with me?"

#good omens #angel crowley #demon aziraphale #ineffable husbands #crowley #aziraphale #the seventh prince of hell

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lya-dustin · 9 months

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All is bliss

Chapter 22

Warnings: description of a hangover,vomit, implied attempted murder, mentions of pregnancy and menstruation, death, ghosts

Taglist:@mercedesdecorazon @aemondx @darylandbethfanforever9 @sweethoneyblossom1 @ewanmitchellcrumbs @watercolorskyy

Gif by @maggie-stormborn

The last thing he remembers is thinking the wine tasted wrong.

Before he could say anything, everything slowed down and no noise left his mouth as his tongue felt thick and numb.

Now he is awake in a strange room with a hangover from hell and his eye on a clean handkerchief on the nightstand.

Aemond struggles to sit up and barely registers himself in a nightshirt and, thankfully, his own underpants.

He hardly indulges this much, the last time he got this drunk he had woken up to Jena fresh as a daisy teasing him for being such a lightweight.

The prince hardly reaches the chamber pot before the wine repeats itself.

“There, there, brother, let it out.” Helaena’s hands are cool on his forehead and talks to him like he was a baby and not a man grown.

In his confusion he almost calls her mother.

“Where am I?” he asks, leaning on her for comfort as she wipes his mouth and continues to fuzz over him.

“Why, you are in Dragonstone. Sea Dragon Tower, to be exact.” Hel answers and has her attendants call the maester, and worse, Aemma.

“How did I get here?” he asks wincing at his own words.

He’s never drinking again, Aemond tells himself as he shuts his eye to stop the nausea and pain the light causes.

He is smelly and still struggling to even sit, yet he is fine.

A relief because whatever they put in the wine had him unconscious for the entire night and even most of the next morning.

“How in the seventh hell did I end up here, Aemee?” he asks after he has been seen to by Gerardys and given a fortifying hair of the dog.

“Do you remember the wine and how I told you Storm’s End was a trap?” she asks, hoping he does not remember the slight hinting to her pregnancy before that.

After he had fainted from the sweetsleep laced wine, Aemma had tried her best to get him to wake up. Somehow she had gotten him onto her bed and went as far as to throw water at his face to get him to wake up.

He had mumbled in his sleep, turned on his side and began to snore.

Had that not been a trap set to capture her, Aemma would have just left him in Storm’s End.

It was Baela’s idea to take him with them as both a hostage and in case Baratheon had meant to kill her with a wrong dose of sweetsleep.

Baela who helped her roll him into the sheet and convinced a half asleep Joffrey into carrying him to the courtyard through the servants corridors.

How they weren’t caught is a mystery she doesn’t care to find out.

Even worse, how Aemond survived being chained like luggage on her dragon all the way here, is something she has no way to explain.

“Where’s Vhagar?” he asks once she is done with the strange tale of how they kidnapped him.

“The Dragonmont or the beach near it, she was seen trying to entice the Cannibal away from Meleys, mating season has yet to end this year and she is making up for lost time by the looks of it.” She answered placing the cold cloth on his forehead, they were alone and with no audience the queen was free to sit at his bedside despite his smell making her nauseous. “She followed us here, was very annoyed with me until we un-swaddled you and she saw you were fine. When you didn’t wake, we feared you were dead or getting there.”

“Hmm. I suppose I can forgive that. You were only seeking to protect yourself ---” He said as if she had asked for forgiveness and then added as he moved his hand to her flat belly “ ---and our little one.”

She could lie and said she made it up to get Borros’ attention.

But she doesn’t.

Instead the young queen placed her hand over his.

Had been a fortnight since she had seen him let alone touched him.

Just having his hand on the low part of her stomach had her feeling butterflies.

“That is why you went there, to tell me.” He concludes despite how out of sorts he is.

“No one else knows, not even Gerardys. He believes my monthlies did not come from the grief.” Aemma confessed knowing it won’t be long before her delicate condition is discovered. “If anyone deserves to know first, it should be you.”

And after telling him that she was supposed to end things because she doesn’t want Cassandra to be hurt by their affair nor their child hurt by the Baratheons.

Cass was her father’s daughter, even if Maris was his favorite.

Cassandra was humiliated, and her family insulted so much they had to send Joff to Wyl and start with plan b, but she will recover from that.

She was young, pretty and anyone would be lucky to have the eight and ten year old girl as a bride, but thank the gods she is not Aemond’s wife.

Aemma couldn’t bear it if he belonged to someone else.

“That way I know why you wished to end things. To keep our child safe from them.” He concludes, his hand still on her stomach tracing circles with his thumb.

That was one of the reasons, but Aemond has never really cared about anyone beyond a handful of people.

“And now I am your hostage.” He drops his hand from her stomach, but keeps it on her knee as if she might disappear if he doesn’t touch her.

If he didn’t smell slightly of vomit, she would have gotten into bed with him.

It has been so long since she has felt safe and loved and comforted.

“I prefer honored guest.” She said just because he’d give a sensible chuckle at her words. “Hostage implies you’d be chained to a bed or thrown in the cells to rot.”

“I wouldn’t mind being chained to your bed.” He supplies with the smallest hint of a smirk. “Would make us even, come to think of it.”

Aemma feels her face heat up remembering with great fondness that time he tied her up in his bed.

“If you weren’t hungover, it would take more than my duties to get me out of your bed, dearest one.”

“Fear not, I am not dead.

Had I not gone to her rooms to give her my condolences for my sister’s passing, it is possible that my dear niece would have been the victim of a miscalculation in how much sweetsleep was needed to sedate her.

Fearing that had been an attempt on her life and I had been victim to it, she and her companions, the Lady Baela and Ser Joffrey Arryn, smuggled me out of the keep onto her dragon and brought me to Dragonstone.

Maester Gerardys confirmed the dose had been wrong and had she drank the wine, she would have died given the dose was too great for a woman of her measurements.

Save for the aftereffects of consuming such concoction, I am well and treated with all respect due to my station by my hosts.

I would leave, but Vhagar has been caught up in the last legs of this year’s mating season and until it is over, I am the Queen’s honored guest.

Given it has been seven years since Vhagar has coiled with any male dragons, it may be she is making up for lost time and I expect a sizable clutch of eggs to excuse her odd behavior.

From what I have been told, Lord Baratheon is far too busy with the Vulture King encroaching on his lands to join either side.

After violating the guest right by giving his royal kinswoman tainted wine, I have decided that my betrothal to his daughter, the Lady Cassandra, should be broken.

If you wish to wed Daeron to his younger daughters, I will not stop you, but do warn my younger brother to pass on any wine brought to his chambers or at least have the servant taste it first.

Your son,

Aemond Targaryen.

Postscript: send me my clothing, I cannot stand to be dressed in Daemon’s hand-me downs.”

Had Alicent not been forewarned by Alys that night, she would have been shocked.

She is shocked at how unbothered he is, however.

“The king has called for the council to meet, he has gotten the little queen’s list of demands.” Alys interrupts, coming with a dress for her to wear in her arms.

When the queen arrived to the Throne Room whatever had happened had been over, or came to an end when Aegon himself took her father’s brooch off his lapel and gave it to Ser Criston.

“My new Hand is a steel fist,” he boasted, angry and eyes red with drink. “We are done with writing letters.”

Ser Criston wasted no time in proving his mettle. His face growing harder as he clutched the brooch in his palm.

“It is not for you to plead for support from your lords, like a beggar pleading for alms,” he advised Aegon. “You are the lawful king of Westeros, and those who deny it are traitors. It is past time they learned the price of treason.”

“And if they kill your brother? Have you thought about that, my son?” Alicent asked knowing the answer and hoping it will be different.

“My whore of a wife is in love with him, she would never hurt him. Why do you think she stopped his wedding, mother?” Aegon laughed bitterly.

Why couldn’t she love me, it said.

“Send for the High Septon, have him end my marriage on the grounds of adultery.” He orders and the queen is the only one to stand against him.

“No. You need an heir now more than ever, once she gives you a son, you may expose her and send her away. I only ask that you think this through, Aegon.” She said buying the girl time.

Alys said she was with child at the last supper, that child is the only thing that assures this war will end soon and not let Aegon sacrifice his brother to get to his wife.

Aenys, she had said the babe would be named.

Until Aenys Targaryen is born, Aemma and Aemond are safe.

The next morning, Alicent sees Helaena, Aemond and Daeron in the pile of headless servants, knights and nobles Criston had executed in his first hour as Hand of the King.

“You knew what would happen when you made him king, Alicent, and you did it anyways.” A young Rhaenyra says over her shoulder as she holds a crying babe in her arms.

When Alicent turns the ghosts are gone and the bodies stop being those of her children and granddaughter.

"Now you shall pay the cost."

#aemma velaryon #aemond targaryen x velaryon!oc #all is bliss(in the court of aemma the great) fic #all is bliss fic #ocappreciationtag #asoiaf fanfic #house of the dragon #oc fanfiction #hotd #asoiaf au #aemond targaryen #ewan mitchell

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danpuff-ao3 · 3 months

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Snaco Recs

This is one of those ships where if I wasn't so devoted to my OTP, this would be the one for me. Snotty rich kid and his poor snarky professor? C'mon. That's hot. And with that...these are some Draco/Severus fics I very much enjoyed!

Safe Place

by A_factorygirl_69. Rated: E. Words: 887. Underage. Angst.

It's not about what Draco needs.

Reclamation

by Arsenic. Rated: E. Words: 1,442. Valentine's Day.

Challenge: Draco/Snape, corsets, must include music.

Words

by Arsenic. Rated: G. Words: 730.

Snaco moment

Hell and all Its Wonders

by calrissian18. Rated: M. Words: 7,008. Jealousy. Possessive Behavior. Beltane. Poison. Warning in notes.

Poison courses through his veins. It always has, only these days it’s quite a bit more literal.

Necessary Tools for a Spy's (and Malfoy's) Survival

by DeeplyBuriedSkeletons. Rated: E. Words: 4,717. Psuedo-incest. Godfather Severus. Humiliation. Virginity loss. Dub-con. Rape/non-con elements. Forced exhibitionism.

With Draco's failure to smuggle Death Eaters into Hogwarts it was another mark against the Malfoys. As punishment, the Dark Lord demanded he be fucked and humiliated in front of his inner circle. When Lucius refused to participate, Severus once again stepped in to save them. Whether or not he had ulterior, personal motives for fucking his godson was irrelevant. He would do what was necessary to protect Draco to the best of his abilities, and while the circumstances were far from ideal, no one ever claimed Severus was lacking adaptability.

Nasophilia

by Femme (@femmequixotic). Rated: M. Words: 996.

If Draco were completely honest--and why on earth would he ever wish to be--it was the nose, you see.

Refraction

by Femme. Rated: E. Words: 3,305. Crossdressing. Genderfuck.

Mirrors keep Malfoy secrets, you see.

Screwed

by glacis. Rated: E. Words: 2,250.

Draco's plan doesn't quite work.

Nine and Sixty Ways

by goseaward. Rated: T. Words: 7,130.

There is always more than one possibility. Or, what could have happened after the end of Half-Blood Prince.

Custard Tarts for the Tart

by iamisaac. Rated: E. Words: 2,378. Dom/sub. Dub-con. Postwar.

After the war, there are precious few jobs going for ex-Death-Eaters. War-hero Severus, however, finds one for Draco...

Gaze

by Lokifan. Rated: E. Words: 4,319. Rentboys. Dub-con.

Draco knows he shouldn’t say yes, but he can’t afford not to.

Sparking Like the Perfect Match

by Lokifan. Rated: E. Words: 29,955. Student/teacher. Dub-con. Deathly Hallows AU. Hogwarts 7th year. Light dom/sub.

After Potter’s escape, Draco and his family need protection from someone the Dark Lord likes. Headmaster Snape gives it for a price: Draco’s cooperation in an unexplained Beltane ritual.

How to Ask a Question

by madeofbees. Rated: E. Words: 22,790. Student/teacher. Hogwarts 8th year. Light angst.

Draco has wanted Severus since he can remember. On Valentine's Day of his eighth year, he finally works up the courage to ask for what he wants. Or does he?

Shall we descend once more, my Hades

by megyal. Rated: E. Words: 10,219. Forced bonding. Podfic available.

From the request: Later schoolyears, possibly seventh year | In return for killing Voldemort, Draco is given to Snape, to become his concubine. (Prompt: The Myth of Persephone)

After

orphaned. Rated: T. Words: 1,076. MCD.

It is a singularly odd sensation to grieve when one is intangible.

Trappings of Privilege

orphaned. Rated: E. Words: 16,892.

It's Draco's seventh year at Hogwarts. Carrow wants him. Snape doesn't.

Not Such a Superman

by torino10154. Rated: E. Words: 199. Rape/non-con. Underage.

[No summary]

Quite Naughty

by torino10154. Rated: E. Words: 200. Student/teacher. Underage.

Unbeta'd. Written for adventdrabbles Prompt 7: "Naughty or Nice or Don’t Ask."

#danpuff recs #snaco #draco x snape

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xxthefairywitchxx · 2 months

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Fully unrendered messy as hell sketches but I like these designs so up they go...Kinda lore under the cut

So like Hell has The Seven Deadly Sins and Heaven has The Seven Heavenly Virtues, Earth has The Seven Great Guardians(of various elements, Fire, Wind, Earth, Water, Light, Dark and...idk what the seventh is, Magic? idk this isn't my domain) and the Otherworld/Faerieworld has The Seven Esteemed Tricksters* of Wisdom, Courage, Power, Order, Chaos, Destruction and Creation...This is the Faerie Prince Of Creation, a genderfluid girlprince with lots of hair who has wings, but I forgot to draw them

*If Demons are to Sins, Angels are to Virtues, Faeries are to Tricksters I think?

#my art #gender envy #for both #self insert #...sigh #Hazbin Hotel self insert #again #Another One #proship safe #antis dni

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Dear Diary

Stan x reader

Story: Stan goes through your diary

Female reader!

Requested? No!

TW: Death, illness and the fact it made me cry a little at the end

Fun fact: on the speech to text entries, I actually used speech to text over my phone and then just added the name thing at the end.

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10/25

Dear Diary,

Mom wants me to start a diary since Im in a new town. So I'll introduce myself.

My name is Y/n Heeler and I moved to South Park at the age of 9 from my home in Alaska after my dad. Mom also came to the realization that she liked girls so we moved to a more accepting place.

I met a really nice boy named Clyde when I got lost and met his friends. They showed me around and told me about how weird the town actually is.

I think I saw a boy in an orange jacket die. There was a guy in a green hat and two in red coats (one was fat as hell) standing near him.

The one in the beanie with the puff ball is cute...

Mom said I shouldn't be friends with his group because of how strange it is. But I like them. They're quite charming!

- Y/n

11/01

Dear Diary,

I met my classmates. It's the boys I saw and the ones I met! Along with a lot of others. The guy in the puff ball beanie is named Stan. But he's with a girl named Wendy so I guess being friends is the better shot?

She's really nice, but immediately seemed to not like me when I said Stan was cute. That's how I found out they were dating. I told her I wouldn't do anything to get between them.

She seemed to like hearing that and calmed down.

Fatboy asked if I spoke English because I was Alaskan during lunch. Probably because I didn't talk during class at all.

Mom said she'd talk to his guardian.

Next thing I know she has a date planned with his mom. It really pisses me off!!

- Y/n

Stan snorts. He looked back to how much arguing occurred before Liane and Miranda got married. It was even worse when Cartman and Y/n had to start living in the same house. Then came the chaos of being step-siblings... That was a fucking nightmare.

He skipped a few pages til he came up on a date he remembered clearly.

3/16

Dear Diary,

Wendy broke up with Stan.

I saw him stumbling around the street drunk so I went to help.

He said Wendy never helped him when he drank his sadness away. I asked if there's anything I can do and he asked if he could spend the night at my place and I tell him a bedtime story.

Good thing Mom was on a several day long date with Liane. I said yes and took him home.

I wish he had someone who took time to care for him. I wish it was me...

I told him the story my mom always would when I couldn't sleep. It's the story of two princesses that fall in love.

The prince never came to rescue one so his princess sister came to her rescue instead.

She saves the locked away princess and they fall in love because unlike him, she took action.

He seemed to like the story and fell asleep.

I think I'll tell him that he can stay for the next few days if he'd prefer to be monitored and have space. Just so he doesn't get into fights with his friends or drinks again.

- Y/n

He gave a soft smile, remembering that night. It was embarrassing, sure, but he had a great time when he spent the next few days there.

"And so, princess Penelope and princess Autumn lived happily ever after. The end."

The girl smiled down to the half-asleep Stan. He mumbled a "Love you so much..." That she didn't catch before falling asleep completely.

He flipped a few years further, passing the fifth grade pages, moving into the seventh grade.

3/20

Dear Diary,

I feel funny whenever I'm with Stan.. Mom says I'm in love. I think she's right. He's been on and off with Wendy so I might have a chance... I hope I do.

I think I'll try to hit on Stan tomorrow. Make it real subtle so if Stan does like me he'll catch on and Wendy won't.

School has been rough as ever, what with how I'm in several clubs. Chess, soccer, art, and year book. It's really overwhelming but I have to make dad proud. I miss him.

His deathiversary is coming up next week. I'll probably get him his favorite flowers. If South Park even has lilies of the valley.

I'll check over the weekend. Maybe take Clyde with me so we can hang out afterwards.

Wish me luck with Stan, diary!

- Y/n

He fondly sighs. She really struck him with her devotion that day.

"Nobody gets me like you do, Stanley... You wanna just call in sick tomorrow to hang out? Cartman is out of town and our mothers are on vacation.."

She leaned her head on Stan's shoulder and closed her eyes. It was a move she did often but after what she said the gesture held so much more meaning.

4/05

Dear Diary,

I don't feel good. I feel sick.

I can't walk, I can't get up, I can't stand, I can hardly breathe and I'm having a hard time talking and writing. I'm scared. I'm really, really scared.

I don't know what I have. We're getting me checked to tomorrow. Cartman is actually worried for me.

It's surprising how much compassion he really has. I have to stop writing now.

He eyed the pages and how the next one wasn't hand written. It was a printed sheet of paper with text taped to the page.

April 17th Dear diary I can't believe what I was diagnosed with apparently I have Duchenne muscular dystrophy I'm scared it'll kill me and I don't want to die I'm only 12 I want to tell Stan I love him but I don't have the energy to call him I hardly have the energy to even speak that's what I'm doing this I'm using voice to text to put in my next entry I wish I had a better chance at life I'll never get to graduate high school or go to college or get married or have a family I hope they just treat me like a dog and put me down out of my misery signed Y/n

He released a shaky breath. She didn't show up to school that day. She didn't show up to school ever again after that either. He skipped quickly to the final entry which was only a few pages off- about two years later.

July 22nd dear diary I think this is my last few days the doctor only said I have 2 weeks left to live I want to tell Stan I love him but I still can't form anymore words I'm scared hardly even speak to write this entry for Stan I leave my diary to tell him how I feel Shelly I leave my phone Kyle I leave all of my books and all of my art supplies for Ike for Kenny I leave my bank account and my piggy bank and all of the money I have hiding in my room to Cartman I leave my room itself and all the stuffed animals in it to Liane I leave all of my college credit that I have that I have gained throughout the years and that you can use it to get a truly stable job of yourself just make sure to change it to be under your name instead of mine and to my mother I leave with an I love you and that I will be with Dad I know that he is proud of us and he is proud of you and Liane I'm going to miss you all but I know I have to be brave signed Y/n

Stan, on his bed, broke into loud sobs and weeps. Tears streamed down his face as he closed the sparkly f/c diary and clutched it to his chest. He cried and cried, the sound of his sorrow the only sound in the house.

Shelly, now no longer bearing headgear for her beautiful smile, slowly opened the door and made her way over, promptly sitting beside him. He flinched at her proximity, expecting to be hit for being too loud. But he wasn't. She simply gave him a tight hug.

The ravenette tensed in confusion before relaxing and leaning into the hold of his older sister, ignorant of the wet droplets from her face that fell onto his head as she held him tightly. She lost just as much of a friend as he did.

And though she made no noise, she cried as hard as her brother. Long into the night, far into the morning.

Up in the clouds, a h/c man with enormous wings and h/c teen with cupid-sized wings were cuddled together, watching over Stan and Miranda as they spoke fondly to one another.

Even if you lose someone you love, you must always know that they loved you just as much as you did and that they will always, always be protecting you, whether or not they are there in spirit or in new form.

#southparkxreader #south park x y/n #southpark #south park x reader #stan x reader #stan marsh #stanley marsh #stan

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serpentarii · 11 months

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T A G L I S T S ; updates & spring cleaning

it’s that time of year again. since i’m going to attempt to post content on this blog more regularly, i thought it was a good chance to clean up my current taglists. so, i’ve created this as a masterlist/referral for anyone interested in seeing more from my projects ! below the cut will be a list of all my ongoing projects, a set of comps, a brief paragraph about them, and relevant links. those who don’t interact with this post but are still on at least one taglist will be automatically removed.

starborne ; kentaro miura’s berserk meets dante alighieri’s the divine comedy . introduction . tag

genres ; epic dark fantasy . adventure . romance . tragedy . adult

a planned trilogy about an empire on the cusp of a disastrous civil war in a world plagued by constant political upheaval, unfathomable monsters, and a cannibalistic goddess. set in an empire inspired by the greco-roman world and the italian renaissance.

mordlust ; naomi novik’s uprooted meets philip pullman’s northern lights . introduction . tag

genres ; gaslamp fantasy . fairy tale retelling . young adult

a standalone low fantasy novel featuring a pair of assassins and the roles they unknowingly play in a much larger conspiracy. a wicked forest, a missing prince, a horrible affliction. a retelling of the swan maiden myth in a prussian inspired setting.

a hymn for serpents ; samantha shannon’s the priory of the orange tree meets jacqueline carey’s kushiel’s dart . introduction . tag

genres ; heroic fantasy . supernatural . romance . adventure . new adult

a planned series about a girl accused of a crime she did not commit, an ancient evil reawakened, and the countless lies told under the guise of protection. a retelling of the three snake leaves and the seventh son in a sprawling medieval inspired world.

C U R R E N T T A G L I S T S

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the inhuman comedy { inactive } ; @scaevolawrites | @inkingfireplace | @morganwriteblr | @muddshadow | @moariin

#writeblr #writers on tumblr #writerly #spilled ink #w.starborne #w.mordlust #w.ahfs #m.edit #w.mine #had to use tvtropes and wikipedia to discern all these damn subgenres #anyways #we're back

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yume-tsuki · 8 months

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Four Knights of the Apocalypse ~special Bedivere~the Dragon of Camelot part1 I finally finished my comic synopsis for my oc Bedivere . Born as son of the demon King Zeldris and Queen Gelda his future lay far away in the Kingdom of Chaos... (very much long post; and it will be more parts because it's to much for tumblr )

1 Gelda walked through the hallway of the castle when she suddenly felt a harsh pain in her body. >>Calm down…everything will be fine…<< she double up, >>Lady Gelda!<< a guard ran at her side. >>…Help…<< she could feel her mind blurring. >>I’ll call a doctor!<<he looked at her in shock, while blood flow over the ground. When Zeldris heard about his pregnant wife in labor pain he was scared as hell. While hours had past he sit down on the wall near the room she was brought to. >>King Zeldris?<< the doctor walked to the crying king. >>Queen Gelda is out of danger, but she lost a lot of blood, she will probably take a while to recover…<< He paused for a moment, searching for words. >>She gave birth to a son, but it was to early, it’s only the seventh month.<< >>Don’t say he is..<< the doctor shook his head >>He is alive but weak. I wish for him to survive the night.<< he said. Finally Zeldris entered the room, Gelda opened her eyes >>Zel,<< she smiled and Zeldris couldn’t help cuddling her. >>I was so afraid, I thought I would lose you again!<< >>My love, I’m not that weak, but you know what I am?<< she said with a weak voice. >>What is it? Tell me, I’ll do anything<< >>Come close<< she whispered. Zeldris was short to panic again, and Gelda had noticed that; could barely control herself not to laugh. >>I’m hungry!<< Zeldris looked at her in unbelievable >>Gelda! That’s not funny. I was scared; you could have died!<< >>I know. I’m sorry but you are so cute, you know!<< Zeldris looked away, feeling the heat on his cheeks. Now for the first time he saw that little cradle. >>Can you bring him? He is probably hungry too.<< Zeldris swallowed, remembering the words of the doctor before. But when he looked at that little boy sleeping in his bed he couldn’t help but feel endless joy. With shivering hand he held his body and had bringing the boy to Gelda. >>He is so precious, I can’t wait to tell your brother and Elizabeth.<< Gelda took him and held him close. >>I don’t want them to know!<< >>What do you say Zel? It’s our family.<< >>The doctor said he is still to weak, I can’t watch my brothers eyes anymore if he would knew I had lost my child… I can’t… to anyone,…I’m sorry Gelda.<< he burst into tears till he felt the cold hand of his wife. >>It’s a wonder that we have this little boy, but I can feel his will to live. But I’m fine if we wait till he is stronger. Our sweet little prince<< Finally Zeldris could smile again, >>Yes, let us wait a bit more before telling anyone about our luck.<<

2 One and a half year had past till Bedivere was strong enough, Zeldris and Gelda were at his side every moment they had time. But then the Bahamut awoke! >>He was fine!<< Zeldris yelled in anger. >>He was strong enough…<< tears dropped from his cheeks. >>Why had this to happen?!<< >>Zeldris, my liege. Your son has a small fever, I bet we will find a way. But for now, what would you say about a day just for you and your family? An hour at last. To get new strength to fight.<< After more and more urge Zeldris gave in. Together they went for a picnic at a forest near the castle. The time flew while they watched Bedivere enjoying the time with his parents.

3 It was only an hour till the boy yawned >>You tired sleepy head?<< His father giggled before he felt tired himself. >>What do you say about a little nap, only for a moment we could close our eyes<< After a slumber Bedivere awoke, but when he tried to wake up his parents nothing helped! They were to exhausted. Feeling bored the boy started to look around when he saw something what caught his eye. A strange long silver shining wall. He climbed it not knowing it was a demon as well. The demon was just strolling around when he saw the king and queen napping, not knowing that they had a son, he thought they were on a date and to give them some privacy he flew high in the air, not noticing the boy clinging under his scales. (sry that the demon looks like sushi XD it's this worm snake thing and this are his scales~~~; I also forgett it had 2 eyes on each side XP)

5 High motivated the demon flew over an ancient building; then the miasma rose and he took a sharp turn. Bedivere couldn’t hold anymore and fell. When he landed he found himself in a cave. Whining he searched for an exit. Meanwhile Zeldris and Gelda woke up, >>Where is he?<< Gelda looked around, also Zeldis stood up calling for their son. Then he found his beanie, >>We have to find him quick!<<he yelled, >>I walk the way to the casltle maybe he went there.<<Gelda flew in the direction while Zeldris flew in the direction of that building.

6 While Bedivere walked around calling for his mommy and daddy there was someone who heard him cry. >>Y’ angsty?<< a boy said to him before comforting the crying one. >>mommy…help…<< Bedivere whined. >>let look toge’r<< the boy wanted to pull Bedivere with him when a wind rose, sadly when Bedivere’s demon magic hadn’t saved him that moment, he would have be reunited with his family…. But so he was alone again, till he found an exit… Outside he found himself in Britania , near Camelot. Soon he started to cry till a young woman appeared and took him in her arms. >> Who do we have here? Stop crying little one.<< >>A baby? Where are his parents?<<her husband looked around. But as long as they searched for the boys parents , they couldn’t find them here. Then the hour come when a knight appeared bringing them to Camelot. Not as knight, both were farmers; the young pairs family lived ones in Camelot, if they hadn’t been at her parents place they would have been death in the war years ago. Now they were unable to have own children and so they took Bedivere in as their own son.

7 Time goes by and Bedivere grew up to a strong young boy, >>One day I will be a great holy knight and protecting Camelot!<< >>Haha! Well said my son.<< His father and mother were proud of him, every single moment. He helpfully, strong in mind and body. One day he were on the fields with his father, then a wind took his fathers hat; letting him flew over the grass, >>I’ll catch it!<< Bedivere run quick, >> Stop it son! The cliff is near bye!<< The highlands, were they lived were far away from Arthur’s palace. The house stood near a cliff, and normally the boy wasn’t so hasty but he thought he could manage. >>Bedivere Watch out!<< his father could only watch while he saw a wind carrying his son over the cliff. Bevidere saw the world getting faster, >>Help!<< He cried, then the ground came close suddenly his eyes turned bright black before he flew high, back to his parents were he collapsed. >>Papa what happened?<< His parents held him close looking if he was injured. >>Son, we have to tell you something.<< his father said in tears while holding him close. They told him about his past, that they found him only with a hair band and a necklace with his name on it; >>But we never imagined that you could be a demons child. But it’s ok, we still love you.<< >>It’s ok, it’s also a shook but I’m fine, I guess.<< A few days had past were Bedivere could barely concentrate on his daily routines. >>my boy you still thinking about youself being a demon, right?<< His mother let him sit next to him on a bench outside the house. >>It’s not that…I want to be a knight but I am afraid King Arthur will now…. And maybe he will you ..too.<< letting out his thoughts made him cry out loud. >>Oh sweety come close.<< his mother rocked him gently. >>Then, we will go to him and ask him ourself! << his father appeared >>And when he wants to do you any harm, believe me I will do anything to keep you safe!<< ... #bedivere 8gota or #eigth guards of the abyss for the rest ;)

#seven deadly sins #nanatsu no taizai #mokushiroku no yonkishi #four knights of the apocalypse #eight guards of the abyss #zeldris #gelda nnt #percival 4koa #bedivere 8gota

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