#I know times are tough in the fandom right now but I won’t leave my stories unwritten

[mad-c1oud]

A Thanks

Well. I’ve had one of my stories hit 1000 kudos. It’s unreal. It might not seem like a big deal to everyone but this is insane for me

I want to give a massive thank you to everyone for all the love and support my fic it’s making me insane has received so far. What started as a self indulgent fic about a rare pair has morphed into my biggest story ever and it’s connected me to some fantastic people. Thank you so much for taking a chance on such an odd pairing and an unknown author <3

The story isn’t over! We still have a few more chapters until immi is finished alongside a handful of extra tidbits that I’ll be posting in the companion fic you’ve got me flush. All that plus my other two ongoing fics (twaho and fingers) that I’m still working on. I also have drabbles to tackle and new fics to plan… plus more ;)

I just wanted to give a formal thanks here. Writing has been such a needed outlet for me and having an audience wanting to read my work literally makes me so so so sappy it’s insane, I cannot believe it

Thank you again and take care everyone! I’ll see you soon ;)

- Mad

#I’m feeling sappy and thankful right now :') #I know times are tough in the fandom right now but I won’t leave my stories unwritten #I hope some of you will stick around to read them but I completely understand if not #I’ll keep writing regardless #see you with a new chapter soon <3 #mad ramblings

[chain-link-smut]

Hey there demons, it's me 🖤; ya boi back at it again at the Krispy Kreme

I saw your post about doing another smutember so I've spent the last few days brainstorming some prompts for ya ;)

So, personally, I'm a fem!dom type gal and I really don't see enough representation 'round the lu fandom. So, note that the first few prompts are fem!dom related. (If you don't feel comfortable writing them all, just pick and choose at your leisure. Or ignore this idk)

Sub!Time with begging and edging, maybe a bit of bondage. Tie the big man up and make him whimper. (I fully hc that bc he's always in charge, to have his partner take charge in bed would make him explode)

Have you seen that post by @fairly-linked-buffet where its the yan!chain just using reader as a doll all at once? That but role reversal. Reader who has all the boys tied up (w/ consent) along a wall and just goes down the line giving pleasure/pain/edging, while the others are forced to watch n wait their turn.

Brat!Legend need I say more? His sassy mouth can get him in some trouble sometimes...think reader would need to come along and teach him a lesson 😏

Done with the fem!dom so here are some others:

Praise Kink!Warriors. This man has had to deal with Cia and all other kinds of crazy bitches over the years, let's send him a reader who will just love on him/praise him and genuinely mean it. Soft times, y'know?

Reader stuck in a hole in the wall w/ the man of your choice. Like the classic step sis got stuck in the dryer shit but reader is stuck in a wall inside a dungeon.

Fairy!Reader and Fairy!Hyrule inside a flower. Like that old art you did awhile ago.

Four/colours x Reader - let me set the scene: they're in the forge, reader bent over one of his working tables, blue fucking readers throat, green going from behind, red whispering sweet nothings in their ears and caressing/kissing readers body, vio (and maybe shadow) using some still warm coals from the forge and pressing it against readers skin. Kinda like the dripping wax thing, not enough to burn but enough to sting.

Skinny dipping with wild down by the river or him sneaking some pics of reader on that slate of his to use when he's feeling particularly needy.

Sky going godslayer mode to defend reader from monsters and reader repaying him later with some full service.

Sneaking outta camp with Twilight for 'patrol' to have a quickie. Him pushing reader up against a tree and just going bloody feral (the idea of his chest to my back has me drooling)

Might think of some other stuff later, but that's all I got for now.

Take care of yourself beastie 😘

~🖤

Hello-oh sweet Hylia!! BEASTY!!!

Stole the breath right out of my lungs with this! I wasn’t even sure if I was going to do Smut-tember for myself, but after this… how could I not?!

Okay okay… the Fem!doming!! One of the best things in the world is to have a tough, masculine man under your thumb to play with and control.

- Time! Oh my dear beloved… I think my first fic writing post was Malon and Time with all that, but would love to add some of our other lovely men to it. Especially First, Twilight and Fierce! Having them beg is just… satisfying all on its own. 100% agree with the HC!

- OMG!! I haven’t but I will be!! These poor men are going to go insane with Reader just slowly making them watch and wait like good boys. Reader just stops right in the middle of giving pleasure, moves away for several minutes to make the lust grow. The Voyeur in the group (whoever that is) is going to come unglued because Reader knows he likes to watch and makes sure he is last.

- Say no more! Reader would have no issue figuring out how to keep that mouth shut and turn Legend into the proper bedroom gentleman.

- All the hell those obsessed women put Warriors through, he needs to be cared for and doted on with praises and soft touches. Make sure he doesn’t lift a single finger because it will be all about him and Reader won’t be like all the others that leave him in the morning as if he was a piece of meat or a trophy to screw. He deserves the world!

- Reader stuck in the wall?! Oh this will be yummy! Reader tried to get into the next room (the wrong way) by crawling through the too small of a hole in the wall and is now stuck. Good thing one of the Links are there to protect their backside… Reader just turned into the best side quest ever. 

- Fairy!Reader and Fairy!Hyrule! Lol! Hyrule just disappears for a whole night and comes back in his normal size, all drunk and covered in pollen. Time and Wars would be the only two who really know what just happened to him.

- FOUR/COLORS!!!! Reader is going to want to work with him/them more from now on. This could also be a really good HC where Four may keep away from sexual activity not because he doesn’t like the acts or physical contact, but because it just turns into a war inside his head since each of the colors like something different and may dislike or not be okay with what another color wants to do. Split though… The Colors are small sex machines!!

- Wild getting secret pics while skinny dipping, ooo better not get caught! Them going to a hot spring in the middle of the night and just stripping and hopping in would quickly turn from lazy relaxation to a game of chase because Wild got caught taking pics, ending with a different type of play. They need a way to release all their worries, what better than the thrill of someone seeing them, steamy hot water and the pleasures that come with Wild between Reader’s legs? Wild still gets to keep the pics and deffo uses them!

- Okay, that's hot… Reader (Fem or male for this one!) is nearly taken out, but Sky gets there just in time as Reader screams/hollers and he goes on a full rampage (white eyes and lightning!). Wide eyed and slightly panicked, Reader won’t hesitate to thank Sky, completely ignoring the fact that they both have blood on them. The fear of what could have happened would make this a very passionate scene as Reader is wanting to give thanks, but Sky wants to feel that Reader is alive (his god-like powers still flowing while doing so).

- Ooh my weakness… feral Twilight being rough and bossy without words… He wouldn’t be able to keep his hands off Reader and finally gives up and bends them over. When Reader can’t keep quiet enough as he savagely takes them, he puts a hand over their mouth (back to chest!) and tells them to be good. When that still doesn’t work, he will need to give them a reason to be quiet.

I seriously can’t decide what is my favorite!! You have done it again and I thank you.

I will be writing these, but for everyone else, I’ll boil down the prompts to fit all fandoms.

Don’t forget to spread the word for Smut-tember 2024 to all other smutty writers/artists and let me know if you are joining in!

Keeping it Naughty!

#18+ only #purely smut #anon ask #shade answers #beasties ask #Smut-tember suggestions #so yummy

[nhasablogg]

If an Eddie falls in the forest

Fandom: Stranger Things

Characters: Steve/Eddie

Summary: Eddie’s cold and won’t take his hands out of his pockets to hold Steve’s hand.

A/N: Sorry to everyone else for spamming y’all with Criminal Minds fics (I probably won’t stop tho). Please accept this short thing of Steddie acting like a married couple.

Words: 573

It sometimes snowed in Hawkins. Eddie had yet to learn how to cope, or to change out of his much too thin jacket, but at least his boots were thick enough to keep the cold moisture from seeping in once it got warmer. He would however stick his hands in his pockets and keep them there until mid-February, which now seemed to have become a problem since he couldn’t hold Steve’s hand.

“Why is your pocket so small?” Steve complained, trying to fit his own hand in the jacket with Eddie’s and finding it didn’t fit.

Eddie rolled his eyes. “Just hold my arm.”

“It’s not the same thing.”

“Then suck it up because I’m not about to expose my poor knuckles to this.”

“Stop acting all tough when I know you’ll want me to cuddle you later.”

“Don’t act like you won’t love every second of it.”

They were alone, the woods not as thick as they would’ve liked now without the leaves, but the abundance of white made it easy to spot someone approaching and gave them enough time to part before they got caught. All they could hear was the sound of their shoes crunching the snow, although the wind was slowly picking up and adding to the soundtrack.

Steve was humming beside him, hand slipping into the crook of Eddie’s elbow. “You know, I feel neglected.”

“Oh, do you now?”

“See, I thought you’d love me through thick and thin, and yet a bit of cold manages to keep us apart?”

“Stevie, I’m literally right here.”

“Neglecting me. Withholding your love.”

“You’re so ridiculous I might actually push you into the snow.”

“And being mean to me? I’m offended.”

Eddie laughed, the sound bouncing around the trees. “And I thought I was the dramatic one.”

“Oh, you are. I’m complaining over reasonable things.”

“As opposed to me?”

“Uh huh.”

“Well, I was considering it, but now I definitely won’t hold your hand.”

Steve pouted. “The one time we can hold hands and you won’t.”

“Steve.”

“I guess if you won’t pull out your hands I’m free to do this.” 

He turned to face him suddenly, his other hand sneaking beneath Eddie’s scarf to scribble over his neck and making him cry out an indignant, “You’re cold!” before succumbing into giggles.

“That’s what you get,” Steve said, following him as Eddie tried backing away, tried curling into himself, tried twisting out of his reach without taking his hands out of his pockets.

“Steve, come on, cut it out!”

“Hmm, don’t think so.”

“Now who’s being mean- Steve!” Steve had let go of his elbow and was using his other hand to squeeze at his thigh, ticklish shocks causing him to scramble away and trip in the process, falling face first into the snow. “Steve,” he groaned.

Steve was busy laughing, although Eddie could feel him try and fail to grab his shoulders to help him up. “I swear I didn’t mean for that to happen.”

“I feel like you’re lying,” Eddie said, finally removing his hands out of his pockets to push himself upright. “Ugh, now they’re cold.”

Steve huffed out another laugh, grabbing his wrist and pulling him up. “I sense I lost any little chance at hand-holding I might’ve had,” he said, grinning sheepishly.

Eddie pushed his now semi-wet hair out of his face. “You think?”

“Will it help if I apologize?”

“Not with your words, no.”

“Gotcha.”

#tickling #steddie #steddie fic #steddie fluff #ticklish!eddie #ticklish!eddie munson #n writes #If an Eddie falls in the forest #stranger things

[everlastlady]

How do you think Striker will behave when he has the reader as a rival? Seeing how he treated Moxxie and Blitzo at the Harvest Moon Festival gives me the impression that he may have great tension with the reader. Like an exciting enemies to lovers.

- Crystal ✨️

I enjoy a good enemies to lovers plot if it's done right so hopefully that I done this right!

Striker X Reader: Awe Are You Mad?

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Author's Note: Hello! My little imps, demonic sinners, & powerfully overlords. Here is another story request I feel like when I'm done with all these request that I'm going to take break from writing Helluva Boss and Hazbin Hotel content to write other fandoms or my own stuff. But If you love these stories and want more stories in the future. Please consider liking, comment, or reblogging. Check out my account for other Hazbin Hotel and Helluva Boss stories. Remember to always support your local fan fiction creators. Also remember to eat, drink water, and take your medicine.

Word Count: 3214.

Fandom: Helluva Boss.

Characters: Striker, Sallie Mae, Millie, Blitzø, Stolas, Joe, & Lin.

You and your family had been good friends with Millie’s family for a long time. You grew up with the tough imp woman who was just as strong and tough as you both. But the only difference was that you still lived with your parents and weren’t married. You supported Millie’s lifestyle and you also didn’t care that she married Moxxie, you like the little awkward imp that married your best friend because he was respectful towards her. A part of you envied their relationship because you hoped to find someone to leave your family’s farm with. Until then you are helping out your family; like tomorrow is the Harvest Moon festival. And you would help your family set for the games and like always you would be joining in on the games. But sadly Millie couldn’t join because of her neighbor's headcount which you don’t understand. What was the issue don’t you try to win in you and Millie’s honor. Millie’s parents had hired a farm helper who was currently helping you set for the games. You wouldn’t mind any help but the farm help named Striker was annoying. He always seemed to make fun of your height or your strength. Like right now you were carrying over some boxes only to almost trip but Striker caught you and the boxes. “ That was a close one, you should let me handle the rest of the work. I hate to see a little thing like you get hurt, besides you should leave the work to some of the strongest imps around here. “ He pushed you away and walked off carrying the boxes. You flip him the bird and growl. “ Asshole. “ You grumbled and walked away to go find some other work to do. You and Striker didn’t really get along; the two of you always butted heads, fought, or traded insults. The rivalry between you two was always shown for those around you both. That some people mistake it as that you two loved each other but don’t know how ro express it. “ Maybe if you two bone then yall won’t be at each other's throats. “ Sallie Mae said while tying down one of the tents this made you blush and shake your head. “ I’d rather fuck poison oak then get in the sack with that dipshit. “ You crossed your arms. Sallie Mae smirked and stood up. “ I bet you $20 and a burger that you’ll have sex with him eventually. “ Sallie Mae put out her hand.

You slapped away her hand and shook your head. “ I’m not betting you on that. “ You glared at Sallie Mae. “ What are you two talking about. “ Striker asked, walking towards the tent carrying one last box. Sallie Mae was going to tell him what you two were talking about. But you shot your hand out and covered her mouth. “ None of your damn business, don’t you have some cans to shoot or something. “ You weren’t going to let Striker hear about Sal’s bet, especially since he’ll say something that might sting. “ Why ya asking? Trying to see that I’m a better shot than you~ “ Striker laughed. “ Are you always this fucking cocky? Trying to feel big because something down there is small, maybe smaller than me~ “ Your lips curved into a smirk. Your comment made Striker blush and hiss, as he shot you glare and walked away. You wore a proud smirk, you still had your hand over Sallie Mae’s hand so she gave your hand a lick. You jumped and pulled your hand away. “ Gross Mae! “ You wipe your hand on her arm, as she smirks. “ Don’t put your hand near my mouth if you don’t want it to get licked, anyway so are you hoping he’s got a big cock or ? “ Sallie asked. You sighed and walked away not wanting to spend anymore time with Sallie making such comments about Striker. But in the back of your mind you were curious. You hadn’t seen Striker around so you and everyone else continued to help set up for the harvest moon festival. After everything was set up, you went home and ate dinner with your family. You were getting ready for bed and got into your pajamas. You wanted to let him some fresh so you went over to your window and opened it a bit but you stopped seeing a small white light coming from Striker’s window; you tilted your head with curiosity, but I guess you stared for to long because Striker walked by the window and locked eyes with you and sent you glare as you closes his curtains and the small white light faded.

You shrugged your shoulders. “ Guess he’s still mad about what I said oh well shouldn’t have been an asshole. “ You turned off your lap and got into bed. You scrolled through your phone a bit and eventually went to bed. The next morning you woke up and checked your phone like you usually did. You saw many messages and missed calls from Millie. So you check the messages and grim with excitement, Millie was telling you how she’ll be visiting for the harvest moon festival with her husband, her boss, and her boss HellHound. You heard chatter outside and peeked out your window. You grin wider as you see Millie and the others. You quickly got out of bed, washed your ass, and got dressed. You ran outside and ran towards your best friend. “ Millie! “ You called out. The little imp woman turned around and smiled widely. “ (Y/N)! “ She called back. The two of you ran towards each other and hugged each other. The small happy reunion between the two of you would have lasted a little longer if Millie’s father Joe didn’t call in Striker. Everyone looked in amazement as the hybrid Imp rode in on his horse but you had an annoyed look on your face while Striker introduced himself and you decided to stay quiet. Not wanting to fight with him in front of everyone so you went to go sit on the porch. You made a sound of disgust watching him kiss Millie’s hand and proceed to call her beautiful. You knew that Millie was beautiful but you knew how Striker could when trying to charm and butter others up.

You looked up from your phone and saw Millie’s husband walking towards the hog pin. You stood up and walked over to where everyone was. Everyone seemed to be cheering on Moxxie or making rude comments towards him. But then you saw that fucking bastard, that damn show off jumped into the pin and pulled Moxxie off the hog then killed it. You knew what Striker was doing; he was trying to impress everyone around him. You watched Striker belittle Moxxie and this made your . blood boils. “ Asshole…” You muttered under your breath. You continued to watch these events unfold and saw Moxxie feeling uncomfortable and hurt. You looked over to hear Joe talking about the harvest moon festival games. It seemed like Millie’s boss Blitz got excited hearing about the festival games. But when Moxxie said that he would join it seemed like that earned a chuckle from Joe and some smart remarks from Striker. “ I think I’ll also join the games. “ You said. Striker looked over at you. “ Are you sure about that darlin? I wouldn’t want a little thing like you and Mox getting trampled by us men out there. “ Striker smirked every word he said was like him trying to throw a knife at you but he missed his mark and this only added fuel to your fire. “ I’m sure I’ll be fine, and I’m sure that me or even Moxxie will kick your ass in the games, maybe it will make that ego of yours smaller like your dick. “ You said grinning. Striker let out a hiss and chuckled. “ Then let’s make a deal, you little smart ass. “ Striker said. “ I’m listening. “ You crossed your arms. “ Loser does the winner’s farm chores for a month. “ Striker held out his hand. You didn’t really like this deal seeing how big both Millie’s parents and your parents farms are but you were also confident that you would beat him. “ Alright deal. “ You and Striker both shook hands while smirking at you. Striker walked away and you looked at Moxxie who smiled at you. “ We got this. “ You gave him a confident smile to which he returned one. Millie promised that she would cheer you both on.

While you were getting ready for the summer games, Millie walked up and smiled. “ Hey (Y/N), I have a question? “ Millie asked. You were cleaning your boots but looked up. “ Yeah, what’s up? “ You slipped on your boots as Millie sat down next to you. “ I was talking with Sallie Mae about what the issue is between you and Striker. “ She stared at you, smirking. You just knew that Sallie said some bullshit. “ Dammit….” You sighed. “ What did your sister tell you? “ You asked but already knew. “ She thinks that you and him like each other. Is that true? “ She giggled and asked. “ Because if you two get married and have kids I call dibs on being the god mama and if he hurts you his ass is grass. “ She said, while jumping up and making punches in the air. “ Millie stop, I don’t have feelings for Striker, he is a complete ass why would I have feelings for an asshole. “ You crossed your arms. Millie stopped punching the air and cups her hands together. “ Sallie Mae told me that when they were all having dinner that Striker seemed upset and when my Pa asked him what’s wrong with him. Striker went on a rant about how annoying, weak, and stubborn you are. “ Millie said, this made you roll your eyes. “ But he also said that you were so hot that he just wanted to kiss you to shut you up. And then he left the table right after looking embarrassed.“ Millie said. You froze up and felt your face get hot. The man who annoyed the shit out of you and that you wanted to kick in the balls had a crush on you? Millie saw the blush on your face and started poking your arm. “ Oooh~ You like him also don’t you!? “ She said. You looked as if you had just been caught with your hands in the cookie jar. “ I~I do not like him!” You screeched which made Millie giggle. “ Listen, we have been friends since we were kids. We both knew when the other was upset, mad, and even in love so cut the shit (Y/N), he likes you and you like him. Yall are just letting your guys hate getting in the way. Maybe my sister is right if the two of you fuck then you won’t be at each others throat. “ Millie said while smirking.

You sighed and closed your eyes. Maybe you did like Striker but could you two even work? You hated him and he hated you, but was that something you both told each other to ignore these feelings but maybe it could work the two of you doing farmwork while exchanging sweet and flirty comments, riding horses together, and going out on cute dates like Millie tells you the ones her and Moxxie go on. This made you smile, you looked out the tent to see Striker talking with Blitz but Striker caught you glancing and flipped you off. You glared and turned around. “ I’m going to kick his ass in these games. “ You walked away as Millie sighed and left to go cheer you and Moxxie on. She and Sallie Mae hoped that you and Striker would seal the deal and not the one that you two made. You thought helping Moxxie through the games would be easy but it was more difficult than you could imagine. It was rough and you held out hope that you and him would be on that stage. But here you are now sitting in the stands with Moxxie the two of you looking beat up. While Striker and Blitz stood on stage the only difference was that Blitz didn’t look so smug while the prince announced the winners. You looked over seeing Millie trying to calm down Moxxie. You could also see that Moxxie was upset when Blitz mentioned that Striker would be working at I.M.P, this also upset you too for some reason because would that mean that Striker would be leaving the farm just like Millie to go work as an assassin. You shook your head and decided to help Millie calm down Moxxie. But Moxxie got up because of what Striker said during his song. You looked down at Striker from the stands and proceeded to leave. You went home to clean yourself up and tried not to get upset that you lost the deal with Striker. You would have to cancel some plans now.

You finished cleaning up and changed into some fresh clothes. You placed a bandage on your leg since you did get a little roughed up during the games. A part of you did have fun but it could have been more fun if it was with Millie and not some deal between you and Striker. But you still thought about what Millie told you. You felt your face become hot but your heart also hurt a little remembering how Blitz said that Striker would go work with them at I.M.P. You sat on your bed so many feelings made you feel confused that you hug your pillow tightly for comfort. Tears began to slide down your face and stain your pillow. As much as you hated Striker you would miss him because you loved him. “ Why are you crying? I was about to come and give you my wake up schedule.” You looked up and saw that Striker was standing in the doorway while holding up his phone. You wanted to punch that smug smile on his face but you looked away with a scowl and placed your face into the pillow. Striker let out a sigh and walked over. You felt weight on your bed and peek through your arms a bit to see Striker sitting on the bed. You sat up and saw that Striker was deep in thought with his mouth agape like he was trying to think of what to say. “ Millie ... .she told me how you felt about me, but Sallie Mae told her first what I said about you during dinner yesterday. “ He looked as flustered as you did before the games. “ Is it true? “ You asked him while wiping away your tears. Striker chuckled and looked down. “ Yeah, it’s true so I’m sorry that I was such an ass to ya darlin’, just sometimes you annoy me but I like that about you I like your sass and smart mouth. But I can’t just be calling you annoying because I’m sure I was an annoying asshole to you too right? “ He looked at you and reached out grabbing your hand. “ A complete ass. “ You said, chuckling. “ But yes, Millie is right. I do have feelings for you. “ You held his hand in a gentle grip. “ So are you going to tell me why you were crying then, I hope I’m not the reason. Because I apologize if I pushed you to your breaking part. We can also drop the deal because I don’t want you to overwork yourself. “ Striker cups your face and looks into your eyes.

“ No, It’s fine, I don’t mind doing the chores especially since you are going to be joining I.M.P “ You looked away and mumbled the last part softly but Striker heard you loud and clear. He pulled you close and kissed your head. You felt your face become warm and your stomach feeling butterflies. “ Is that why you were crying? I didn’t know that you’ll miss me that much heh. But darlin’ listen, I was just pulling Blitz’s name, I’m not going anywhere I like being my own boss. “ Striker snickered but this confused you. “ But you work for Millie’s parents? “ You looked up at Striker who let you go and stood up. He peeked out your door and looked around. He closed the door and locked it which made you blush. “ Listen Striker, I'm not ready for sex. “ You sheepishly said. Striker exploded in laughter at what you said. “ Slow your horses darlin’, I ain’t going to have sex with you. Just pay close attention to what I’m about to tell you, cannot leave this room. So promise me that you won’t tell anyone what I’m about to tell you. “ He gave you a serious look. You loved Striker and he loved you. He trusted to tell you something important so you nodded your head. “ I promise. “ You stood up and looked at Striker. “ Remember that glowing little white light you saw from my room yesterday last night? “ He asked. “ Yeah, what was that about? I thought you were still mad about the comment I made about your dick “ You snicker as Striker rolls his eyes. “I can promise you that my peace keeper isn’t small darlin’. “

“ You see I ain’t no normal farm help. Sure I do some farm help for money or to take a break from my actual job where I am my own boss. I’m an assassin darlin’ and I was hired to kill that rich owl on stage. That little glowing light you saw. I have a blessing rifle that's used to kill demon royalty and my target’s wife hired me to kill him. I hope what I said doesn’t change things between us. “ He looked away. All this information didn’t phase you one bit so you walked over and cupped Striker’s face and kissed him. Striker’s tail rattles and yellow eyes widened but he melted into the kiss. After a couple of minutes you pulled away and looked at him. “ This doesn’t change anything. And it does help put together missing pieces of how you are so fast, strong, and have a lot of energy when doing farm work. Sure you are an assassin but I still love you Striker. “ You gave him a quick peck on the lips. Striker hissed out of happiness. “ I love you too (Y/N), now I have some business to take care of with the prince but when I’m done I do have to leave so I’m asking you to come with me, (Y/N) to come on the run with me so will you go with me and be mine on the run?. “ Striker held your hands to his chest while smiling. As much as you loved your family and you’ll get into trouble because of the work Striker did. You didn’t care so you looked at Striker and smiled. “ Yes, I’ll go with you. “ The two of you kissed. Striker pulls away and caresses your cheek. “ I’ll be back darlin’. “ He shot you a wink and left the room. You were excited and began to pack because you would be on the run with your rival who was now your lover.

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[a-reader-and-a-writer-for-all]

Don’t Make Me Choose

Fandom: Batman, Batfam, Dick Grayson, Jason Todd

Summary: When your twin brother Jason goes against the family (again), your boyfriend is hurt by your choices. But will a secret from your past help him understand your decision?

Word Count: 2672

Note: Spoilers for Red Hood and the Outlaws Comics

TW: mentions of suicide, mentions of attempted suicide

“Dick, please just listen to me!” you beg as your boyfriend, now possibly ex-boyfriend, throws his belongings into a duffle bag. He is weaving around the room, refusing to let you pin him down. You finally manage to put your hand on his arm, but he jerks it away so harshly you stumble back in shock. “Please, Dick. Don’t do this. Let me explain.”

“What is there to explain?” His voice is detached and cold. “You have seen all the horrible things he has done, and you still choose him over us. Over me. I think that says everything right there.” He slams the dresser drawer closed and heads to the door.

You know he is right. No matter how many times Jason had crossed the line before, you had always stood by your twin brother. But this, this was a new low even for him. It was bad enough he tried to break Bruce’s no killing policy again, however shooting the Penguin point blank on national television was a whole other level. And though Cobblepot was still clinging to life (for the moment), Bruce had decided enough was enough. Watching the Batsuit feed of your adopted father beating the living shit out of your twin was almost more than you could bear. If Roy hadn’t shown up at the last minute and whisked Jason away, you honestly weren’t sure what would have happened.

You had been furious at Bruce when he arrived back at the cave. And you had made sure he knew as much in no uncertain terms. When Bruce tried to push you on the issue, you had drawn your own line in the sand. “Don’t make me choose because I’ll pick him every damn time.”

You knew it was a dangerous statement to make, especially in the state Bruce was in. But Jason had raised you for years before Bruce had found you two trying to steal one of the Batmobile’s tires. Even before your mom had overdosed or your dad had gone to prison, Jason had taken care of you. He was the only family who had never willingly abandoned you, and you weren’t going to abandon him. Especially when he needed you most.

But then Dick was there. You hadn’t even noticed him standing in the corner when you made your declaration, however he had definitely heard it. He had moved in front of you to stare you dead in the eye. And with a face full of pain and betrayal, he had whispered, “You’ll pick him every time…..Even over me?”

You wished you could have told him what he wanted to hear. Say it and hope you never had to make that choice in the future. But you loved Dick too much to lie to him. So instead, you returned his gaze and tearfully replied, “I’m sorry. But even over you.”

You had watched as Dick’s jaw tightened and he curtly nodded before storming out of the Batcave, hurling a chair across the room as he went. You flinched but didn’t look back or chase after him. Instead, you had chosen to remain and finish your fight with Bruce. By the time you had made it back to your shared apartment, Dick had packed most of his belongings. Which was why he was now heading for the door.

You know if he leaves, there is a chance you’ll never get him back. You throw yourself in front of him, blocking the exit. He rolls his eyes and heads for the window instead. Panic surges through you as you struggle to find any way to convince him to stay.

“I love you, Dick. I love you so much. Please don’t leave.”

Without turning around, he says, “I love you too. That’s why this hurts so much.” He opens the window and starts climbing out onto the fire escape.

“Dick, I lost Jason once and it nearly killed me. I can’t lose my brother again. I won’t survive that.”

He hesitates for a second, straddling the windowsill. “I know it was tough, it was tough on all of us, but you were strong enough to pull through then, and if you had to, you could do it now.”

“But I wasn’t! If you hadn’t found me that night, I wouldn’t be here right now.” The words unconsciously slip out your lips, barely more than a breath. For the first time since you both got home, Dick looks at your face. Confused, he watches as you slide down the door and curl into yourself. Your face is buried in your knees, but he can still hear as sobs tear through your body. As mad at you as he was, he climbs back through the window and kneels in front of you.

“What are you talking about? What night?”

“You know what night. The night on the roof. After Jason….”

Suddenly, Dick remembers the night you are referring to. It was about a month after Jason’s death. Bruce and you had just gotten into another heated argument about killing the Joker. Things had escalated quickly, and the two of you had stormed off after exchanging quite a few words you both would regret later. Dick waited about an hour to give you time to cool down before he began searching for you. He was just about to give up when he spotted you. He mentally kicked himself for not checking here sooner as he landed on top of the building next to the gargoyle. He remembered how Jason had often referred to the stone beast as his best friend outside of the manor so of course this is where you would be right now.

You didn’t even glance up as he sat down, you just took a big swig from the bottle of vodka in your hand. You looked like a complete mess. Windblown hair sticking out in all directions, tears creating streaks down your face through your makeup, legs dangling over the edge of the building, body swaying slightly. Dick sighed, removing his domino mask. “Don’t you think 15 is a little young to be drinking that?”

You ignored his comment. “Did Bruce send you?”

“No, I was worried and wanted to make sure you were okay.”

“I don’t even know what okay is anymore.” You took another, longer gulp from the now almost empty bottle.

He tried again, “Listen, I miss him too. I know our relationships with Jason were different, but I still thought of him as my brother.”

“But he wasn’t. He was mine. And now, I’m alone. Again.” Your words were slightly slurred, and your voice was wobbly as you held back tears. “Did you know he asked me to go with him? He said he needed my help. I told him no. If I had been there…. If I had gone with him…” A strangled sob cuts off the rest of your words. Dick puts his arm around your shoulder and pulls you into him.

“Shhh…. It’s okay…It’s not your fault.”

“Yes, it is! Everything he did, his entire life, was to protect me or help me. Then the one time he asks me for help, I refuse.” You sobbed harder.

“Look at me. Hey! Look at me.” Dick lifted your chin so you were staring into each other’s eyes. “There was nothing you could have done. If you had gone with him, the Joker would have just killed you too. There is nothing you could have done to stop it. And Jason would not want you to blame yourself like this. He loved you so much and it would break his heart to see you falling apart over him. And you are right. Since the first day I met you two, I saw him do everything in his power to keep you safe and happy. That was his main goal every day. Don’t throw all of that away.”

Tears filled your eyes, and you nodded as you once again buried your head in Dick’s shoulder. He held you tight and tried to fight back his own tears. You were always such a fierce, joyful presence in his life and seeing how broken you had become hurt almost as much as losing Jason. He also carried his own guilt at not being there for his younger brother when he needed it most. But while Dick hadn’t been there for Jason, he silently swore he would always be there for you.

It was only when Dick felt you shiver against the wind that he realized you were in the simple t-shirt and jeans you had left the manor in. “Hey, let’s get you back. You know better than to scale tall buildings in civilian clothes. What if someone had seen you? How were you planning on explaining that?”

You were silent for a minute, then softly you whispered, “It wouldn’t have mattered.”

Dick wasn’t quite sure what you meant but he decided not to push it. He stood and when he reached out his hand to help you up, he noticed you drop something off the side of the building. It was too dark and the object fell too fast for Dick to get a good look at it. “Now you’re littering too? What kind of superhero are you?”

“Sorry. I – I just didn’t need it anymore.” You grabbed his hands and he pulled you to your feet. Giving you one more quick hug, Dick whispered, “It’s going to be alright” and the two of you headed home, together.

As Dick replays the night in his head, he shrugs. “I remember that night. But what does it have to do with any of this?”

“There was a reason I was in civilian clothes. There was a reason I had a bottle of vodka. There was a reason I was on top of one of the tallest buildings in Gotham, and not just because it was Jason’s favorite place.”

Dick feels his blood run cold. “What did you drop off the roof? What was it that you ‘didn’t need anymore’?”

You let out another howling sob and Dick knows the answer. He suddenly remembers Bruce complaining about his misplaced sleeping pills a few days later, but Dick hadn’t made the connection at the time. He looks at you trembling in front of him and realizes how close he had come to losing you. He scoops you into his arms just like he had all those years ago and you once again bury your head in his shoulder. Soothing your hair with his hand, Dick softly murmurs, “Oh baby, why didn’t you tell me?”

“I’m sorry! I’m so sorry! Bruce had been so angry and distant, and I just felt so alone, abandoned yet again. I was in so much pain and I missed Jay so much! I needed the pain to stop, and I thought it would be the only way.” You stare deeply into Dick’s face with your tear-soaked eyes. “But then you showed up. You reminded me that I still had someone who cared for me and doing… that… wasn’t what Jason would have wanted for me. You saved me that night, Dick. You stopped me from making the biggest mistake of my life.”

Dick pulls you closer to his chest. “No baby, you did that. I might have reminded you that you weren’t alone, but you made the decision to save yourself. You did that, not me. And you have nothing to be sorry about. You had just lost the most important person in the world to you, and you felt betrayed by the person who was supposed to be looking out for you. Of course, you were in a bad place. But just know, that whatever happens, whether we are a couple or not, I will always be there to remind you that you still have people who care about you.”

You rest your head on Dick’s shoulder and link your fingers with his. “I love you. I love you so damn much and I can’t stand the thought that tonight I almost screwed everything up and lost you. I’m sorry about what I said in the cave. I never meant for you to think I didn’t love you enough to choose you. It was never about who I loved more. It was about who needed me more. I guess, deep down, I know that just because I don’t want to live without you, it doesn’t mean we couldn’t if we had to. You still would have Tim, Damian, Bruce, Barbara, Wally, so on, that you could lean on. But Jason….

“I’m just trying to imagine where Jason’s head’s at right now. Bruce essentially exiled him from Gotham and by extent his family, the Outlaws were just trapped in some alternate dimension, he’s currently with Roy but Roy’s been talking about checking himself into rehab, and if that happens, I am the only person Jason will have. If I turn on him too, I am afraid of what he might do to himself or others.” You hang your head as tears stream down your face once again. This is the closest you have ever come to admitting out loud how scared you are of what your brother is capable of. You had always denied the possibility that he was too far gone to be saved, instead fighting fiercely to defend him at every turn.

“I already let him down once. I choose Bruce and his rules about killing over justice for Jason. Do you remember how long it took for him to trust me again? For him to even talk to me again? If I ever turn my back on him a second time…he won’t ever forgive me. And if that happens….I don’t know what he will do….” You trail off. Dick just nods at you reassuringly, so you sigh and continue. “We all saw the footage. I’ve never seen Bruce attack someone like that. It was absolutely brutal. And he clearly was sending a message when he ripped the bat symbol from Jason’s chest. There’s no coming back from this. So, no. I don’t want to pick sides, I don’t want to have to choose between my brother and my family, you, but Bruce might have just made that our new reality.”

You reach up and brush Dick’s hair out of his face. “And all I can think about now is how you pulled me back from the edge back then because you were there when I needed you most. If I abandon Jason, who will be there to help pull him back?”

When you finally get everything off your chest, Dick sighs. “You’re right. I hate it, but you’re right. I wish Jason knew he could still count on me and that I still cared for him. But ever since he returned, our relationship has never been the same. So, at the moment, you might be the only other person besides Roy he feels he can lean on. And if you need to go to him, I’ll be right here waiting for you when you get back.”

You wrap your arms around him and squeeze tightly. “Thank you. Thank you for understanding. Thank you for always being there for me. Thank you for letting me do what I need to do. And please know, I’m not choosing Jason over you. He just needs me more at the moment.”

“I know. And I will try my best to never make you feel like you have to choose between us ever again. As long as you continue to choose to love me, that is the only choice I care about.“

You lightly cup his cheek with your hand, a smile dancing across your face. You guide his head down until your lips meet. Your eyes flutter closed as a comforting, familiar warmth shivers down your spine. After a moment you pull away and gaze deep into his sparkling eyes. “Oh, Dick….. Loving you was never a choice. It was an inevitability.”

#sfw repost #fic #batman #batfamily #batfam #dick grayson #dick grayson x reader #nightwing #nightwing x reader #jason todd #dc #dc x reader #angst #hurt/comfort #hurt & comfort #suicide tw #suicide attempt tw #mention of character death tw

[dearweirdme]

so this larry situation has started a discussion. i am not a larrie btw but i know rain you used to be one. in my opinion larry is definitely an example of shipping taken too far.

louis's statement kinda scares me "there’s nothing I can say or do to dispel the believers of that conspiracy. they are so intertwined with what they believe to be the truth now that they won’t actually see the truth for what it is." even after this statement, i saw a few larries who still believe that his management is making him do all this. that gave me the shudders.

if louis and harry used to be a thing and this is how they turned out now, i would happily accept tae and jk to be just friends rather than their relationship turning into something disastrous like larry.

i think for me the only way i will continue to believe in taekook (assuming that they cannot come out officially as a couple) is if they both stay single for pretty much the rest of their life. so this is like a pretty long term theory lol but this will be my ultimate proof. because if they cannot get married or openly be together, its not like they can just tell us that, the only way we can spot it is if both of them are single. and ofc this theory only works out if only tae and jk out of all the members are single well into their age. if literally any other member is also single then this theory doesn't work.

anyways what do you think? what is your version of final proof?

Hi anon!

The difficulty of Larry fandom is that after 1d went on hiatus.. there was close to no real interactions to be witnessed between Harry and Louis. Before hiatus, most Larries were still quite certain they were together and they got to actually watch them interact and look at how they reacted to each other. When that disappeared.. the fandom kinda had to go by clues and fill in the gaps. But that leaves so much room to be wrong. That is why I feel fairly certain that they were together during or for parts of 1d, but perhaps not much after hiatus. There’s so much that makes Larry fandom a tough and complicated place. They are dealing with a band that’s no longer active, two solo artists that are quite different, a lot if newer fans who don’t really understand 1d history.. etc. All stuff that makes for a complex situation. Not all Larries are as unhinged (same as how Tkkrs differ from each other), but if you base your opinion on twitter larries 😬.

I think unhinged theories emerge when fans think they have to speak and fight for their favorite artist. We can kinda see it here too, with some fans talking about members hating each other. To me that is unhinged as well. You are absolutely right in saying Larry fandom (as a whole) takes it too far. There’s a lot of unhinged theories going around. I don’t think Louis has to do this because of his management, I think he has a lot of control these days. The idea that he doesn’t is something that stems from their earlier days, when their label and management did seem to have a lot of control.

It is very important to take note of time passing and of situations changing and I feel that is lacking in Larry fandom. A lot of people hold on to what once was without leaving much room for new developments.

The same thing goes for Tkk. I just try to go with what Tae and Jk show us. I think they have continued to show us their closeness so at this moment I have little reason to doubt that they’re together. When that changes (and not to bring down the mood or something, but we do not know how enlistment and being apart will effect them) I will still go with what I see and accept if I feel they have broken up. If at any point one of them announces an engagement or marriage.. I’ll take that to mean they split up or that maybe we were wrong (depending on context).

You always have to do with the information you get. In this situation it’s always possible that at one point something comes to light that changes our perspective. For me Taennie wasn’t that, but for some it was. For me Tae and/or Jk denying Tkk probably will be, others might still carry on.

My ultimate proof of Tae and Jk being together will be when I see both of them come out in 10+ years or so. If they make it so far ofcourse.. otherwise I’ll probably forever wonder 😂. But it’s not that important for me to get ultimate proof of them together. In the end what I want is for them to be happy, whether it’s with each other romantically or platonically.

#this is the last lrry ask for now #taekook #fandom shenanigans

[fizzigigsimmer]

Hello! I hope you are doing well, I just found your ao3 story “All The Kings Men” and just finished bing reading it - it’s absolutely fantastic!

I love how you are portraying the characters. Your take on the Alpha-Omega dynamic is really refreshing, especially in the context of sirens. I really appreciate how you made all characters truly feel like strong individuals and the world you have created is really interesting in of itself.

I understand if you don’t have plans on completing it - I just wanted to let you know there are readers like me hopeful for an update. It’s probably one of the best fics I have read so far in the fandom.

Regardless of if you do continue this story, I really hope you keep writing. Your work definitely shows you have talent and, if you still enjoy it, please keep writing. I can’t speak for others but you definitely have a fan in your corner if you decide to become an author :)

Have a good day!

🥹 Anon, thank you for taking the time to send me this. It was very encouraging. I love writing, it’s my passion. But truth be told I am in a tough place mentally right now. A lot going on in my life at the moment that I won’t get into, but unfortunately when I’m stressed/overwhelmed it really tanks my energy to work on my WIPs. I feel blocked up, and that creates a circle of frustration because I want to be writing, writing is usually how I decompress, and of course I don’t want to leave people hanging. But i’ve learned from experience that I’ve just got to give it time. lol the things that are stressing me out will be worked through and the creative bug will bite again.

All The Kings Men has such a special place in my heart! It’s a mash up of all of my favorite things, but I can see how that might be too much for some on the other hand. I’m just glad to know you enjoy it as well. I mean Billy as a siren prince is just *chef kiss* isn’t it?

#answered asks #personal

[dystopiandramaqueen]

Tough one but… favorite line from any fic you’ve written 💅

*Seated in a leather armchair by a crackling fire, I flip to Chapter 10 of Undisclosed Desires*

"“You should spank me.”

My sexuality was a secret, hidden thing for most of my life. I picked up a copy of 50 shades of Grey to see what the fuss was about. It was my first experience with smut. With women talking about their sexual fantasies. I learned 50 Shades started as fanfic. That is how I got into writing. It was the most liberating, healing experience of my adult life.

THT is a very vanilla fandom bc the ship are rape victims.

It took me a very very long time to get those characters into a setting where June could ask Nick to spank her just because she wanted him to. Not because she was age regressed or confused or a masochist- but because being manhandled is fucking hot.

I beta'd this story with so many people, getting the vibes right.

But this line?

I got to the point in the story where the chessboard was set.

She had to just fucking say it.

It's the hardest thing I've ever written, and looking at it now it still feels like- I climbed Everest or something.

That's the delay with Indulgences too I have a literal mental block about finishing my fantasies and making them real.

And I'm just learning to proceed and ignore all the doubt.

My goal is to have written enough smut to keep myself entertained when I no longer want to write. I want to finish this shit. And thank you for this ask- bc its reminding me like- just fucking write it.

below is the scene in context! Enjoy!

June goes to leave but Nick blocks her. She’s caged between his arms, his palms flat on the wall next to her shoulders. She catches her breath and looks at him.

Something’s changed. His body language is primal. Possessive. Chest rising and falling quickly. He licks his lower lip. Voice a low growl.

“You’re getting fucked. Hard. But not until we discuss your behavior.”

June’s stomach twists with excitement and embarrassment.

Nick grabs her wrists and pins them to the wall above her head.

He kisses up her neck, mouthing over her ear. Voice low. Dominant. “You. Are in BIG trouble.”

June’s heart races. Oh my god, it’s happening.

“You have been very, very bad. Making me watch while other men touch you...Getting me so hard for you.” He moves her hand down, so she can feel his huge erection straining through his gym shorts. She gasps. It feels so good. Jesus.

He continues, dark eyes locked on hers. Expression humorless. “You did that. Wasn’t very nice was it?”

Her eyes squeeze closed and she shakes her head. It’s too good. Too hot.

“And worst of all. You’ve been keeping secrets from me.”

June drags her dazed eyes to his.

Nick raises his eyebrows, nodding at the severity of this infracion. “Should you keep secrets from your husband?”

She shakes her head, eyes shimmering with mischief.

“No. You shouldn’t. How am I supposed to fuck you right if you won’t tell me everything you need. EVERYTHING you want me to do to you.”

Oh jesus, it’s happening.

“You’ve been dropping hints for weeks. But I want you to own it. You’d better fess up or you’re gonna be in worse trouble than you already are. You’re already getting punished for getting my cock so hard for you. Do we have to add secrets to the list?”

June’s breaths are coming hard now. Body on fire. Too turned on to move or respond. Heart beating entirely too fast. Everything hurts. Throbbing down there. Aching. She needs him so badly.

Nick’s lips ghost over her mouth, leaving sparks when they brush against hers. Whispering.

“You’ve... been... So...Fucking... Bad. What should I do about that?”

The words tumble out before she can stop them. A breathy whisper.

“You should spank me.”

“Fucking Christ.” Nick whispers under his breath. Eyes clenching shut. He swallows thickly. He presses his lips together for a few beats. He blows out a slow breath to center himself. She feels goosebumps rise on his arms. “Very good.” He whispers. “That was very good. I know that wasn’t easy.”

A smirk grows on his gorgeous mouth. He’s so fucking into it. Into her. She remembers what he said. That his ultimate kink is giving her what she wants. Her embarrassment vanishes.

She leans forward to kiss him. He moans into it.

Then suddenly he’s pulling her across the room. Sitting on the bench in the middle of the room. Pulling her across his lap, like he used to pull her into bed in his apartment.

Oh my god it’s happening.

Continue reading on A03

#nick x june #osblaine #nick blaine #fic #undisclosed desires #a03 #asks

[minaramen]

PSA

I feel sorry I have to write these words. The other day I found somebody’s post on Twitter by chance, pointing out a mistranslation in the anniversary event story. Unfortunately I misunderstood the context and the result was a few errors in the dialogues between the characters. 

I deeply apologize to you all for the mistake: it was related to the Tenn/Haruka dialogue in part 2 and I fixed it.

At any rate, I would have appreciated a private message or at least a mention in the post instead of being ridiculed in public, using the hashtag I usually share my translations with. The profile in question also saw fit to state that I don’t have the “decent level of proficiency” to translate the content, trampling on four years of sweat and tears to get my degree in Japanese studies.

  Now, it seems right to state that I never said I was a professional translator and, as such, I haven’t made a penny from Idolish7 translations. It all started because I wanted to translate the contents for personal use, but in order to make more people enjoy the story I decided to offer my contribution to such a good, kind fandom. I could’ve translated everything in my native language and kept them for myself, but I did my best to find the time between my two jobs to write down all the card translations in English and share them with everybody. 

I want you to know that my purpose has always been to help as many people as possible enjoy a story I fell in love with and, as exhausted as I was, I tried to offer the best quality I could. 

Also, I do encourage people to let me know in case they notice any error/typo/mistranslation: both my twitter and tumblr message boxes have always been open and I answer to every single dm I receive. I would’ve been happy to thank the person in question if they only let me know about the mistake. Right after that, I would have written a post myself to tell my followers to check out the correct translation of that specific part.

Out of regard for my efforts to finish it, I decided to upload the remaining chapters of the 7th anniversary story before going on hiatus. I will keep on translating 16 Idol Album cards as well, but I won't be using any hashtag nor tag profiles that share people's translations. If they want to share my translations anyway it's up to them, but I'll consider this blog as a personal archive.

Regarding the other cards, I can’t promise I’ll resume the translations anytime soon so requests are temporarily closed. I'll be open to new requests when and if I feel like doing it.

This is a tough decision for me, but as a person with anxiety issues I can’t compromise my health knowing that I could be publicly blamed for a mistake.

I prefer to leave the rest to more competent people and take more time for myself.

[dollwritesarchive]

Hey! How are you doing?

I had a bad interaction with one of my brothers when I made my coming out as enby and wondered if you'd be ok to write about Wallace West (Kid Flash) and his non-binary!sibling when they finally make their coming out?

He's a very comforting character. But it's ok if you don't want to! Take care and thank you for your writing, I really appreciate it ♡

hey lovely! i’m so sorry to hear that you had a bad experience, that’s always tough :( i sincerely hope your brother comes around soon. it’s incredibly brave of you to come out, congratulations! i will be honest, i’m not the most educated when it comes to this topic so i’m not super confident writing a full fic, but i would love love love to give you some headcanons! ❤️

Wᴀʟʟʏ Wᴇsᴛ & Hɪs ENBY!Sɪʙʟɪɴɢ

fandom dc / masterlist / @dollsdc-library

featuring wally west & enby!twin sibling!reader

rating this is a sfw piece, but my blog is not minor friendly.

content warning no warnings

word count n.a / headcanons & concepts

attention do not repost or translate, even with ‘credit’. just don’t do it. reblog instead of like. leave feedback if you enjoyed.

Wally was the first person you came out to.

it only made sense with the two of you being practically inseparable since, well, birth. he was not only your brother, but your very best friend, and if there was one person in the universe that you knew would support you, you knew it was him.

he was over the moon, even if he admittedly was a little confused at first.

“I can explain it to you?” you offered, but Wally could see your hands shaking. you were still riding an anxiety rush from finally saying it out loud, and he didn’t want to push you.

“Only if you want to,” he replied, wrapping an arm around your shoulder, “your identity doesn’t have to ‘make sense’ to me or anyone else, you know that, right?” with a soft smile that you mirror almost perfectly, he nudges into you. “It’s who you are.”

“Thanks, Wally.” you exhaled, maybe for the first time since the conversation started. and it felt good. great. freeing, even, to know that Wally had your back. “Can we… keep this to ourselves, though? I don’t think I’m really ready to tell mom and dad, or the team. Not yet, anyways.”

Wally didn’t hesitate, he didn’t even have to think twice about the request. “I won’t say a word,” hooking his pinky finger around yours, he playfully jiggles your hand until you break out in a soft laugh, “but when you’re ready, you know I’ll be here for you.”

and he was.

Wally asked a lot of questions once he was certain you were comfortable answering them, everything he could think of that might help him be the best support system he could. and you could tell that he was genuinely absorbing your answers, taking them in, tucking this information in his mind so it was easily accessible.

when you were finally ready to tell the team, you had your twin right beside you, his hand available to grasp on to if yours was to start shaking. “‘S okay,” he whispered, encouraging, “you’re safe. I’m here, and so are our friends. And they’re ready to meet you. The real you.”

he was right; the team was incredibly supportive.

it was so much easier telling them now that you had Wally there to keep you steady.

#wally west x you #wally west x reader #Wally west #kid flash #the flash #dc imagine #dc x you #dc x reader #dc comics #young justice

[radarsteddybear]

Whumptober Day 3 - Why Won't You Help Me?

Fandom: Original Fiction (H.O.U.N.D.S.) Prompt(s): Delirium; Gurney Rating: Teen Additional Tags: whump, hurt/comfort, friendship, found family, spy-fi

Part 1

Cassandra smoothed Minnow’s hair back from her sweaty brow as the latter slept restlessly in the back of the truck.  She seemed to be growing warmer every minute.  Cassandra found herself holding her breath each time they hit a bump, hoping and praying that it wouldn’t wake Minnow up.  

Minnow writhed in pain underneath Cassandra’s hand.  Cassandra gently hushed her, wishing she had something, anything that could help.  

“We’re almost at headquarters,” Dolly called from the driver’s seat.  “The Medical ward here in Chicago isn’t as robust as the one in Arlington, but it should do!”

“I don’t think any headquarters has got a Medical as robust as Arlington’s,” Cassandra called back.

“Atlanta’s is.”

“Atlanta?”

“They’ve got the CDC practically next door.  All sorts of crazy things going on there.”  

The truck hit another pothole.  Minnow whimpered.  

“Shhh.  Everything’s alright.  We’re nearly there,” Cassandra soothed.

“The important thing is, our Medical will definitely be able to handle George,” Dolly called.

“Good!” Cassandra said.  “No offense to your driving, but after a ride like this, I don’t really want to take her on a helicopter.”

“None taken.  It’s these roads, anyway.  You should see how they are when I’m not trying to keep it smooth!”

“Maybe another time,” Cassandra said.

Dolly laughed.

They swerved suddenly.  Minnow was strapped securely to the gurney, but that didn’t stop Cassandra from grabbing onto her to make sure she didn’t fall off.

“Hey, cool it!”  Cassandra regretted the words as soon as they came out of her mouth.

“I’m trying my best up here!” Dolly called back good-naturedly.

“I know,” Cassandra said.  “I’m sorry.”

“Don’t sweat it.  I know it’s tough right now.”  They turned and the truck soon came to a stop.  “We’re here.”

Dolly hopped out of the driver’s seat and came around to open the back of the truck just in time to be met by nurses and orderlies rushing out of the building to meet them.  Cassandra followed close behind as they whisked Minnow into the building.  They took her into a room and crowded around her, doing all sorts of examinations and tests. 

Cassandra knew that she couldn’t be much help here.  She’d done her part, spending sleepless nights anxiously searching, waiting, hoping, praying.  She’d brought Minnow back home; now it was up to H.O.U.N.D.S.’ doctors and nurses to bring her back to health.  She pressed herself against the wall, small and out-of-the-way, the exhaustion of the last two weeks hitting her all at once.  But Cassandra still felt on-edge, her muscles tense and ready to strike.

Minnow quickly grew restless and agitated as she was transferred to her hospital bed.

“No!  No!” she cried, squirming and writhing.  Luckily, H.O.U.N.D.S. medical personnel were trained for this.  “Cass-where’s Cass?”

Cassandra shut her eyes.  The best thing she could do to help was to stay out of the way. 

Minnow’s cries suddenly grew more desperate.  “No!  No!  Cass—please!  No, no more!  No more!”

“I’m just taking some blood to run some tests, Miss George,” said the tech.

“Cass, help!  Please!  Help, Cassie, please!”

Cassandra couldn’t take it anymore.  “It’s ok, Minnow!  You’re at the hospital!  You’re safe!”

At the sound of Cassandra’s voice, Minnow began to thrash harder, her voice dissolving into sobs.  “Cass?  Where are you?”

The techs and nurses closed ranks around her, restraining her so that she wouldn’t hurt herself (or any of them).  To their credit, they didn’t admonish Cassandra, didn’t even ask her to leave—or maybe they were too busy with Minnow to pay her much mind.  Cassandra squeezed her eyes shut as tears began to fall.

“Cass, why won’t you help me?”

Cassandra couldn’t take it anymore.  She rushed out the door and ran down the hallway, the sound of Minnow’s voice calling her name echoing behind her.

Cassandra didn’t stop running until she left the Medical ward and entered a hallway of agent offices.  She found an empty room—either it was currently going unused, or the agent assigned to it was particularly minimalist—and dropped into the chair, where she laid her head in her arms and cried.

To Be Continued...

#whumptober2023 #no.2 #delirium #no.16 #gurney #H.O.U.N.D.S. #my Cass #my Minnow #fic #Teddy Bear writes #my OCs #whumptober #whump #hurt comfort #my spy Dolly #hospital setting #original post

[nocompromise-noregrets]

13, 18, 19 for the writing asks!

wheee, thank you! (sorry it's taken me a couple of days, I've been...decompressing...)

13. What feedback did you receive for your writing that stuck with you? I think - all the lovely things people have said since I came back to this fandom a couple of years ago. I wasn't used to getting much feedback before that (after the LJ-communities died I wasn't writing very often, and when I did it was either not-very-popular stuff in a huge fandom, or equally not-very-popular stuff in tiny fandoms), but since I came back to Tolkien people have said so many nice things and it's just been hugely encouraging and affirming. <333333

18. Show us a piece of dialogue you really like. Oooooh. Tough to choose, but then again, I do really love the way the Twins talk... From See This Storm Through, in which Legolas, in a tavern in Bree with the Twins and the Dúnedain, has overheard people talking and realised that Bard has died:

Eventually Aravir takes his seat again, a grave expression upon his lined face. “Legolas, I am sorry,” he says, “but it is true, as far as the people by the fire know it. The news came earlier today, so I suppose it must be a week or two ago that it happened, perhaps three.”

“They’ll be burying him in Dale, I suppose,” says Elrohir. “But either way, you need to be heading East as fast as you can.”

I nod. “I should - I must go. I should leave now.”

“You can’t ride at night,” says Aranarth, and the twins chuckle.

“Just you watch him,” says Elladan, and, “would you like some company, Legolas?” asks Elrohir. “We could ride with you at least as far as the mountains.”

My first thought is to refuse, but then I realise that I would welcome it, if I did not have to be alone on at least part of this terrible journey.

“Please,” I nod, hating how desperate I sound. “But - can you ride at night?”

Elladan laughs softly. “You ought to have learned not to underestimate us by now, mellon-nín,” he says. “Finish your ale, grab your things, and we’ll go. We’ll take the straight road, past home, and the High Pass, and then the Old Forest Road, if you think your father will be in Dale by now.”

“I don’t know.” I cannot think straight through the turmoil in my mind. Bard is dead and my father despairing and all my adopted siblings bereft. And I am here, several days’ ride away, when I should be with them. I should never have left. I should have known what was about to happen and I should have stayed.

“We’ll make for Dale,” says Elrohir, “and if he’s already gone back to the forest we’ll go and find him. But I should imagine you’ll want to see the children anyway, won’t you, and Tauriel?”

I nod, and Elladan pats me on the shoulder. “Then we’ll go to Dale first,” he says, and I blink in confusion, I thought they said they would accompany me as far as the mountains.

“We won’t leave you at a time like this,” says Elrohir, and “Unless you find you want us to,” says Elladan. “In which case we’ll bugger right off as soon as you say the word, but otherwise you’re stuck with us for as long as it takes to run your father to earth.”

“Thank you,” I murmur, feeling rather overwhelmed by their kindness. It is not the first time, but it is certainly the greatest offer they have made me.

“Finish your ale and go and get your saddlebags, and we’ll be off,” says Elrohir, and I do as I am told.

19. Show us the line you want readers to remember from your story. oh bloody hell, I have no idea. I've written so damn much at this point. There are some that occur to me as I'm writing them, but when asked to think of one my head is empty. XD I'm just happy if people do remember any of my lines. (hey, if anyone wants to share one, that would be GREAT :D :D :D )

Thank you for asking! <333333 Anyone else want to ask me stuff about writing? (and I'll try and be a bit more prompt in answering...)

#ask game #go on #ask me stuff! #my writing

[kinetic-elaboration]

April 9: Writing Thoughts

Today was a really tough day and honestly, it’s way too early in the week for me to be having tough days. I’m not here for it. I pulled something in my leg so I was limping around on it all day pretending that it was going to get better, and I was also so weirdly tired I could barely keep my thoughts together. So, I still need to go shopping tomorrow boo.

I’m starting to look forward to my staycation starting next week… it’s still far off but I am almost optimistic about it.

Anyway, tonight I’d like to think about writing projects a little, because I was sort of thinking about them earlier but didn’t feel like I was getting very far in my own head. I probably won’t now either but at least I can run the train of thought into the ground.

I still have the end of my old Jonty fic hanging over me and I am just not thinking about it. I cannot leave this story this close to the end without finishing. That’s not an option. There are a variety of other stories I don’t want to leave unfinished or abandoned but this one in particular can NOT languish or go back into the vault. I’ve come too far. I think part of the reason I keep putting it off is that I am just not doing well recently and I want to spend my writing time/energy on a project that I’m really, really into (which is fair of me) and part of it is that I have only one scene and a pretty solid outline for it so like… it doesn’t seem urgent at all. But a third aspect is that I don’t know what T100 project will replace it. Perhaps a part of me is scared I’ll drop out of the fandom entirely at this point. Which would be fine except that, like… I really do want to write SGAU and also maybe some of these other ideas, you know?

My plan for a while now has been to move on to the Road Trip fic next, but… I don’t know. I’ve done a lot of writing about it but I haven’t actually started it, and I feel like I’m getting farther away from both an inherent understanding of it and an interest in it. Which happens. I don’t know. It’s not a big deal. Sometimes the fun part is the planning and the thinking and the notes. I don’t know. I feel like I’m eulogizing this silly little project. Like I have to justify dropping it but I will justify and I will drop.

But if I do decide not to work on it at the moment, what will I work on? I’ve been considering Kiss the Ring, a one-shot that has seemed fun to me pretty recently. Or do I want to seriously triage and go right into SGAU because it’s now or never on it, because I have to be prepared to drop out of the fandom entirely at any time? I am a person who is easily paralyzed by the tyranny of choice and I know this about myself so I try to plan things in advance in such a way that I simply do not have choices and that’s why I’m trying to get my ducks in a row here. Because what if I do finish the Jonty fic this weekend? What then? But I somehow feel as if I had so many more things I need to do first before I can decide on a next project—I’m not sure what, soul searching, note taking, note reading, meditating, mystic revelation, hard to say.

Ugh, it’s late. I got to crawl through tomorrow. It will be a long day. Maybe afterwards I’ll get more sleep.

#the year 2024 #2024: rl #2024: writing thoughts

[this-is-an-open-letter]

What, if anything, do you think Taylor can/will do if her fans start going after Joe? It’s interesting to be at a stage where the fandom saw so much of the good times between them, and then now that it’s over, is there any hope fans will leave him alone? With many of her exes, she has written negative songs about them, so the fans can get their negativity out by singing along. I tend to think we won’t get the same type of breakup songs about Joe, or if we do, not for a while.

I lived through this in the VM fandom and I know the conventional wisdom is not to get into it with fans, but sometimes I wonder whether it would have been different if Tessa had been able to ask fans to be respectful. I tend to think no because the VM fandom is truly unhinged.

But I hope for better for Taylor and Joe.

First, there is nothing that can be done about what fans are going to do. My policy on this is always you need to be accountable for the choices you make. Taylor is not responsible for what her fans do online, if you know the difference between right and wrong, you know when you're crossing a line. And choosing to still do that despite knowing better - is on the person hitting send, not Taylor. No one knows her personally, its not her job to make sure Joe or anyone else is protected - this is her personal life, if you choose to wade in on the drama be expected to defend yourself. Its not her problem how anyone feels about this, we don't know her. I don't condone sending anyone hate and in this scenario if we are to believe what is being reported - there is no reason to send Joe or anyone hate. Sometimes relationships run their course. There should be a positive outlook on knowing when to end a relationship then choosing to stay when you know its not working.

There should also be a decent degree of sympathy towards him as it cannot have been easy to have your life inspected constantly, followed all the time, trailed by bodyguards and paparazzi because her life is constantly threatened, his family and friends harassed. Do I think its unfortunate that once again a man can't handle being in a relationship with a much more successful woman? Yes but there's layers to that and its not as surface as that sentence simply for the fact that we do not know either of them personally.

Secondly, Taylor never wrote about her and Joe as an ultimate love story with a happily ever after - often times, Peace , The Great War, Hits Different, Cruel Summer- she's talking about all the times she's tried to push him away or warn him about how awful and hard it can be to be seen with her, to share a life with her where there are some things they'll never be able to do. The underline of those songs was they fought to stay together or he refused her trying to push him away. She's been very candid about the tough times in their relationship. And of course she wrote those moments and his reaction to them in a way that views him as a good honest guy, and I believe he probably is. But you know....life.

All of this is pure speculation of course- but I already hate that narrative surrounding it because its ALL speculation that's being framed as Fact and that's so harmful to the actual truth which we'll never get because its not our business.

#taylor swift #is this a taylor swift blog now? #asks

[voltagesmutter]

The Second Cumming.

Fandom: Obey Me Pairing: Lucifer x MC x Diavolo, Satan x MC x Belphegor, Leviathan x MC x Simeon, Amso x MC, Asmo x MC x Solomon, Mammon x MC x Beelzebub. (Female MC). Warnings: Threesome’s, Female heat, Mild Dubcon, Voyeurism, Mild Exhibitionism, Toy use, Oral, vaginal, anal penetration. Squirting, Double Penetration, mild Yaoi, Polyamorous relationship. Notes: The Dickening Part 2. The biggest thank you to @theshove​ for having so much faith with me for this piece. Not only for your generous donation but also for beta-ing the whole piece within a day! And also to @theinariakuma​ for all your love and support. Also thank you to all those who donated for early release as well and all your wonderful feedback. 💛 Tagging: @starry-starry-night24​, @0-miles-away​, @pixiestick0924, @iloveobeyme, @ghoulgirlradio, @raymiazaki. 

“Just five more minutes,” she whined, pulling the red bed covers over her head.

“You said this five minutes ago, and five before that, and five before that,” a deep voice answered above the sound of metal hooks clinking as curtains were thrown open, letting light flood into the room.

“But Lucifer!” She whined once more in protest, squeezing her eyes shut, trying her best to attempt to block out the beams of light shining through the covers.

“No buts,” Lucifer huffed, attaching his cloak to his shirt in the golden framed mirror beside the bed. “You promised Solomon you would-“ The end of his sentence was cut off by the bedroom door being slammed wide open. 

“Lucifer! Beel ate my lizard custard slice!” Mammon came storming in, huffing with rage and disturbing the peace.

“Oh lord Diavolo give me strength,” Lucifer sighed as Beel came bounding in after him. 

“He took my money to gamble at that tournament! He owes me more than a lizard slice!” The ginger haired brother took a few paces into the room. 

“Lucifer, there’s no food! That big oaf must have eaten everything again in the night!” Satan tutted, walking straight into the back of someone. Not realising that the broad back he’d just walked into belonged to Beel, the big oaf he was talking about. 

“Hey I didn’t touch a thing! And who are you calling oaf, scrawny bookworm!” Beel towered over Satan as he turned around, prodding a finger into his chest. 

“Boys, don’t start!” Lucifer growled as both Satan and Beel transformed into their demon forms, Satan glaring up at Beel. 

“My grimm’s on Beel,” Mammon laughed, sitting down on Lucifer's bed as a squeal rang out.

“Mammon you idiot!” The young girl threw the covers off her head, making Mammon freeze in mid air after realising he had sat on her. 

“Shit-I- I’m sorry, I didn’t see ya! Shouldn’t be sneaking up on the Great Mammon like that,” Mammon’s facing blushed red as he quickly stood up. 

“Hey, what’s all the noise?” Belphegor and Levi ran from their rooms into Lucifer's. Lucifer sighed and covered his face with one hand. Just once he wanted a quiet and peaceful morning without the shenanigans of his younger siblings. 

“Tough guy here thinks he can chat shit as always,” Beel hissed, staring down Satan, whose tail flickered feistily into the air. 

“Oh, morning boys!” Asmo chirped as he walked past, sporting only a small thong and a half done up silk robe. “Has anyone seen sweetie, I need her opinion and she’s not in her room.” He pouted softly before his eyes fell onto the girl in Lucifer's bed. “Ah there you are! Now come on you,” he cooed, pushing past his brothers with little regard for their problems and tugging her hand.

“Wait- Asmo! I’m not dressed!” She squealed, attempting to clutch the sheets to her naked body but, as Asmo pulled her, the sheets fell and she stumbled forward off the bed. Her nightie lay bunched on the floor from her previous night with Lucifer and all eyes fell on her. The arguments and squabbles from moments ago became lost in translation as seven sets of eyes travelled over her, all of their pacts visible in different locations, with Satan’s and Beel’s radiating due to them being in demon form and giving a glow to her skin. 

Ever since helping them with their heats, she and the brothers had come to love each other, creating a relationship between all of them and the human. Each getting private and shared alone time with her, all of them giving her their heart and hers to them. 

“You know, I’m not hungry for food anymore,” Satan smirked as he turned his body to face her, taking a few steps forward only to be held back by Beel.

“Fat chance. I’m the one for gluttony, I need to eat more importantly,”.

“Beel move, you're blocking the view.” Levi entered and pushed Beel out of the way, sending the biggest of the brothers flying into Mammon.

“Hey! Watch it! These treads were expensive!” Mammon growled as Beel stepped on his white shoes. 

“Right! Out! All of you out!” Lucifer finally snapped, bending down and handing the girl her clothes. “School is in an hour. I want all of you ready to go by then I have an important meeting with Diavolo and, as we are all aware, our little dove is meeting with Solomon.” 

“I- um,” The girl blushed as she threw on her clothes, all of the brothers sending her a confused expression. “I’m helping Solomon with a birth-control potion.” The pill she was currently taking was in short supply and since condoms broke left, right and centre with the brothers - the dick game was too strong - this seemed their only viable option. 

-

“So this,” Solomon was holding up a vial in his hand, the gold shimmers twisting in the light of the open window, “is just a tester. Its effects will last a few days, just to trial how it gets on.” In one hand was a gold vial with shimmers, in the other a gold vial with dark blue swirls. “I’ve perfected the ingredients; it works similar to human contraception, just in liquid form. Everything regulates the same. To test its success you should bleed in a week's time. If all is in order I can produce a bigger batch which will last you roughly twenty one days. if you wish to not continue with periods then you can take another one straight after.” 

“And what is this one?” She pointed to the potion with deep blue hues in his other hand. She’d grown close to Solomon over her time here, becoming close friends with the slightly perverted sorcerer. 

“The same; both are made from the same batch, only this contains fairy dust which enhances the aphrodisiac hormones.” A ‘birth-control viagra for women’ as he had once put it. Pumped full of ovulation hormones to increase sex drive without fear of risk. 

“Okay, so do I just take it now or…?” she asked as she took the potion from his hand. It was the same potion she’d used during the brothers’ heat, only this was longer lasting with regard to time and helped to regulate the hormones inside her body. 

“Yes, take it all. You won’t feel any different,” he assured with a slightly sweet smile, a smile he only kept for her. Without thinking she knocked the golden liquid back, humming at the sweet taste of honey, as silk liquid dripped down the back of her throat. 

“You are an angel!” She smiled sweetly, pressing a kiss to his cheek and the vial back in his hand. “I can’t stay for much longer; I have a meeting with Diavolo and Lucifer I must attend. Are you sure there is nothing I can do to thank you for your help?”. 

The sorcerer sighed and rolled his eyes, she always did this. Offering a thank you for his assistance. “As I’ve told you before, the thank you is you letting me test out the potions on you.” ‘A real-life guinea pig’, he’d once teased her with. 

“Well, I must dash. I’ll see you soon, okay?” She waved as she picked up her satchel before leaving purgatory hall and headed back to R.A.D. She’d never understood the twisted rumours she had heard about Solomon. He was always so sweet and pleasant to her. Although he could be mocking and demeaning at times, his words seemed more of a false threat than anything more. But his actions towards her were always soft and gentle.

As she walked back with a little skip in her step, Solomon turned back to his book upon the table. It was open to the page where the instructions for making his potions lay. He’d skimmed over the ingredients as he made it, as he had to make some minor adjustments. Golden Hell Fire Newt Syrup was required, a vital ingredient, but notorious for being an aphrodisiac for demons if they came into contact with it. Even the residue from the bottle on her lips would set off intense lust inside a demon if she was to kiss them - and Solomon knew this was a contraception potion. She would most definitely be doing more than just kissing her demon lovers. He had to add in a set of ingredients to hold back the effects on demons so that this would only have effect on a human system. He didn’t dare risk sending the brothers into an accidental heat; he had heard from her (and Asmo) the extent of what had happened during their heat only a few weeks ago and couldn’t bear the thought of putting the poor girl through it again after she’d had such a short time to recover. 

Only he didn’t notice an error in his work until it was too late...

“Once the liquid has cooled, add a few drops of blue fairy dust - check. To neutralize the effects of the Golden Hell Fire Newt Syrup… oh,” Solomon stopped as he read out the remainder of the listing ingredients. “Well then… doesn’t this make for an interesting turn of events.” A dark smile grimacing over his face. 

-

“Darling.” Lucifer smiled to see her walk into Diavolos' office, her uniform in perfect condition and hair without a single strand out of place. He beamed with pride at how beautifully she represented the school. 

“Hi, sorry I’m late.” She smiled back with a faint blush as Lucifer pressed a kiss to her cheek. She brushed a piece of hair behind her ear as she sat beside Lucifer on the opposite side of Diavolos' desk. Dia felt the corners of his mouth twitch upwards, seeing the pair so smitten with each other, the glancing looks of admiration shared between them. He was more than glad to see his old friend so happy, even if it wasn’t with him… But that part of their relationship had ended many centuries ago out of fear of the council; Lucifer had refused to put Dia’s claim to the throne at jeopardy. Diavolo had never found a lover since. There had been the occasional one night stand before but nothing more serious than that. The council would be infuriated to find out about his past with Lucifer and his nightly activities with others. He’d thought Lucifer would never find another either, with the years he had spent alone and unloved. But then a ray of hope came into his life with the young girl opening up her heart to him and his brothers. Whilst Diavolo watched from the side lines, longing to be a part of it all as he, too, found himself purely intoxicated with the young female and wanted nothing more to have a stake of claim to her heart.

“____, it’s a pleasure as always,” Dia greeted her with a nod. “To continue from where we were…”

Diavolo carried on their conversation, about how well the exchange program was going and how she was receiving some of the best grades to be seen from pupils. All was going well, until she felt it.

At first it was just the normal burn. She knew sometimes it happened, a faint ovulation feeling. She didn't mind. But her eyes kept drifting over the two demons. She found her mouth going dry as she admired Diavolo, his strong arms... his general size. He and Beel were the largest men she knew. She wondered if-- Nope. She had to stop that right there. "A-ah Lucifer. I think we need to go." Her voice was meek, arousal getting worse the longer she was in the room with two extremely attractive demons. However, golden eyes were locked on her, and she was squirming. 

"My dear, the meeting isn't over. We'll go once it is over."

“Lucifer... we really need to go.” Heat was rising amongst her cheeks, her fingers grasping the pleated edge of her uniform skirt. Every nerve in her body flooded, pulsing alive with arousal and a pool of liquid flushed between her thighs. The more she looked between the demons, one her superior, the other one of her pacted seven lovers. “Please.” 

“My dove,“ Lucifer had started, a little huff of annoyance which peaked into curiosity at her soft whimper at him placing his hand on her thigh. His words pulled her away from her stare at Diavolo, crimson eyes meeting her lustful gaze. 

“Lucifer-“ She was unable to stop her thighs parting slightly at the contact of his palm upon her thigh. The scent of her arousal grew thick in the air, hitting Lucifer instantly, him now realising the need of her pleas. And just as he was about to offer his hand to leave, a low growl came from the other side of the desk. Diavolo was not about to let this opportunity pass him by.

The look from Diavolo made her legs spread wider, her cheeks flushed red as she let out a short gasp. Her fingers reached to her side as she grasped the edge of her chair, both of the demon's eyes focusing on the rise of her skirt up her bare thigh and the straining of her nipples against the thin material of her bra and shirt. She looked desperate, felt desperate and just ached to be filled. A small ‘please’ mustered, not directly speaking to Lucifer but to both of them.

-

“I can’t wait until we get home.” As she began unbuttoning her shirt, the white of her bra peeked through, showing the fullness of her breasts. Any sense of shame had left her body, the only thing on her mind right now was to be ruthlessly taken and to quench this burning desire between her thighs. Lucifer had objected at first, but with how strong her scent was, he knew it would be a risk to get her home as any demon within a few meters radius would be able to catch her scent. A scent that was meant only for him and his brothers. 

“You can have my office…” Diavolo had gestured, feeling sorry for the poor girl, having to watch her become undone so quickly. But as he walked past to offer them some space, her arm quickly caught his and a small doting look from her with the word, ‘Stay’ pushed him over the edge. 

-

“Ngh- Dia!”.

A low chuckle came from the prince as he shifted slightly, tongue moving from her dripping clit to tease where her and Lucifer met. Lucifer was just as sensitive as he remembered. Whilst his mouth moved to capture his balls, Lucifer let out a deep hiss as his fingers gripped tightly onto the girls waist, Diavolos fingers continuing to tease their sticky meeting and her clit for the additional stimulation. The additional stimulation she had begged for.

Diavolo lay on his desk, his head close to hanging off the side whilst she hovered above him on all fours, his cock buried deep inside her mouth - well what she could take anyway - whilst her hand worked the rest of him. Lucifer stood behind her, impaling her onto his cock as he took her deep and fast, giving her exactly what she needed right now. Both Dia and Lucifer working together to bring her to climax after climax, each one melting into the next. Diavolo having to hold himself back a little every now and then, wanting nothing more than to bury himself in both of them and leave them in a heaving pool of his mess. But now wasn’t the time for that.

“Ah… ah! Diavolo!” she whimpered, her voice an octave higher than normal as one hand dug her nails into his thigh. The feeling of Lucifer fucking her with the touches of Diavolo on her clit and folds was too much, sending her barrelling into another high. 

“Good girl,” Diavolo cooed, pulling his mouth from Lucifer’s balls to lap up the wetness that had drenched his cock each time he pulled out. “I believe it’s your turn now,”. Champagne orbs glistened but were missed by Lucifer as he clenched his eyes shut and let his jaw tense as the teasing actions of Diavolo. 

“N-not yet Dia- focus on her first,” he grunted, snapping his hips quickly against hers as Diavolo’s mouth was once again on him, sucking in a motion that made the heat pool like a volcano ready to erupt at any given second. He needed Diavolo to stop now or it would be over and she was clearly far from being spent from the way she glanced over her shoulder and begged for more with the little words she could muster.

With a grunt Diavolo pulled himself away, latching his mouth onto her clit and feeling smug at the way she cried out. Her back arched as she clawed at his thighs, almost drawing blood, the weight of her breasts pushing down against his lower stomach was an added sensation in itself. The push and pull of her body rubbed her nipples against his skin, sending vibrations of her moans around Diavolos cock and across his body. 

The wet sounds of slapping skin and Diavolos tongue against her rang through the office, Lucifer having put on an enchantment to block any sound leaving the room so they could attend to her needs without fear, Diavolo in amazement to see how sensitive she was to his touch, how good her essence tasted and just how mind blowing she felt with her lips wrapped around his cock. But, like Lucifer had said, this was about her pleasure and Diavolo didn’t want to blow his load until she was a whimpering mess.

-

“C-close!” High gasps growing louder with each breath, only a few thrusts after her previous orgasm,her walls beginning to tighten once more. Her arms wrapped tightly around Lucifer for support, his hands holding her waist tightly to guide her movements. Lucifer rested on Diavolos desk, her straddling as him as she rocked in his lap with the help of his movement whilst Diavolo pressed against her back, his lips focusing on her neck whilst his hands fondled her breasts. Tweaking her nipples in his index and thumbs, grinding against her behind whilst his cock slid between her thighs. The movement of her rocking, the clench of her thighs and the fleeting contact with Lucifer's cock was enough to keep him on the edge. 

“That’s it princess,” Diavolo whispered softly into her ear, catching her lobe and giving it a gentle tug, his soft words touching her heart. With the little strength she had left, she turned her head, pulling an arm free from Lucifer to grasp the light-red hair and pull his face closer to hers. Her cheeks were flushed red, eyes lost in a galaxy haze, a goddess of lust was all Diavolo could think when he saw her. It was their first kiss, and far from their last, but the softness of it as they melted into each other made her clench tightly over Lucifer. The strong feeling of intimacy and love she shared with the brothers was portrayed with Diavolo as their lips continued to meet. 

And as her climax hit her, she turned back to Lucifer, letting his lips glide over hers as they had done some many times, soft whimpers escaping their kiss, her body convulsing as it curled from the sheer force of her release before slumping against Lucifer’s chest, her thirst quenched and her body exhausted. 

Her raven haired lover pressed a kiss to her temple, pushing her hair which was now stuck to her forehead out of the way and off her face. Diavolo’s hand wrapped around Lucifer’s on her waist, continuing the rocking motion as they both chased their release, Lucifer buried deep inside her and Diavolo snuggly between her thighs. 

“Dia…” Lucifer thrusted up slightly at the feeling of his length pressing against his own each time he pulled out. Crimson eyes met golden over her shoulder as she lay panting against his chest, fingers curling over each other’s and before they knew it both leaned across to exchange a kiss.

A sloppy kiss, tongue and teeth meeting in a passionate exchange. A kiss that hadn’t happened for decades but had never lost its rhythm. A kiss that spoke a thousand words that could never be said out loud. It had been the end of both of them, lips sparking and igniting the fires within. Lucifer spilled deep inside her as Diavolo came upon the top of her thighs, finally marking her skin with his release.

The room fell silent apart from the sound of ragged breaths, the two men pressing their foreheads against her shoulder and back, holding her until her racing heart had finally calmed down.

-

Diavolo had seen them off, Lucifer carrying her to his car before whisking them home after a fleeting exchange of kisses from Diavolo to them both in the privacy of his office. Another demon, only this one being the prince, having stolen her heart. 

“Take care of her,” Diavolo had whispered to his former lover, stroking her hair as she blissfully slept in Lucifer's arms. Her body was exhausted. 

“I always do,” Lucifer gave the faintest of smiles to Diavolo before parting ways, his whole being flooded with pride to have two lovers back in his life. 

Lucifer was ecstatic; nostalgia of feelings came flooding back that he had kept down with Diavolo. But he was also weary. This behaviour from her was completely askew. She’d teased Lucifer before in Diavolo’s and public presence, but never to the extent that she had begged him to take her there and then. Never had she looked so radiant yet so frustrated at the same time. And never had she been so unsatisfied that it had taken a few more rounds than normal to satisfy her. Something was wrong. The only thing Lucifer could think of was that the potion with Solomon had gone wrong and Lucifer needed to get to the bottom of it. 

-

“Lock her in her room. No one is to enter until I get back. Do you understand?” Lucifer asked one final time to Satan and Belphegor, the pair of them sat outside her room. He had tucked her sleeping figure into bed, placing a spell on the door to ensure no one could get in. He needed to ensure first what was happening in case another episode occurred. 

The morning and afternoon had faded by the time their session had ended, meaning Solomon would be finished from his afternoon classes. Unfortunately for Solomon, mixing up the potions would be the least of his troubles as Lucifer pinned him against the wall the second he caught sight of his white hair. 

‘What did you do to her?!” Lucifer hissed, his eyes aglow as he leaned in closer to the young boy's face. 

“Nothing. Nothing I swear,” Solomon was rolling his eyes; he was far from scared of Lucifer and it showed. “Just a little hiccup is all.”.

“Hiccup? Hiccup!” Lucifer mocked, steam ready to pour out of his nose and ears with anger. “She’s like a- like a…”.

“Like a demon in heat?” Solomon prodded the bear with his choice of words. “It’s fine Lucifer, just enjoy the fact she’s going to want to be on your cock endlessly for the next few days.”

A poor choice of words. A very poor choice of words. 

If Lucifer’s anger hadn’t been poured into Satan then the clenched fist slammed directly into the wall would have landed straight on Solomon's face.

“What did you do,boy?” Lucifer raged into demon form, a row of fire lighting up behind him as he towered over Solomon, teeth snaring. The soft Lucifer had vanished. Facing Solomon right now was a beast, a beast that was angry. And for the first time Solomon was scared of the demon facing him.

“A mix up! A mix up, alright? She’s just got more hormones in her body than intended; it will wear off in the next few days but there is nothing I can do to help - it’s Golden Hell Fire Newt Syrup”.

“Golden Hell Fire Newt Syrup? But it didn’t affect me or Di-“ Lucifer stopped his sentence there.

“The potion is neutralised to only affect humans. And since humans don’t have blood like demons, the command won’t work to stop it either…” 

‘So what you’re saying is-” Lucifer grasped his jacket and hoisted him up into the air.

“She’s in her own heat, so my advice to you and the others is to just be prepared and help her because it’s going to be a long ride for her.” With that sentence, Lucifer dropped Solomon to the floor, letting him fall with a thump before racing back to the house of Lamentation. 

-

“Who does he think he is? Barking his commands at us, I swear he- oi! Are you even listening?” Satan punched his younger sibling in the arm. Belphegor, who’d started to fall asleep, slumped against the wall, jolted forward.

“Ay! What’s your problem?” Snarling slightly before pushing the long curve of hair out of his face, he said “We just gotta sit here until Lucifer comes back.” 

Even saying the name of their eldest brother made both of their blood boil. 

“Well anyway, I’m not here on babysitting duty.” Satan took hisD.D.D, turning it off before putting it back in his pocket. “Still got him blocked?”.

“Would you unblock someone who shoved you in an attic?” Belph rolled his eyes.

“Touché,” Satan nodded before pushing himself off the wall. “What do you reckon is wrong with her? She looked wrecked. Reckon something went wrong with Solomon?” 

“I wouldn’t put it past that slimy wizard… No good for nothing-“ Belph muttered before stopping, a noise from inside making them both still. The young girl was calling out for Lucifer in a confused manner, only infuriating the brothers more. 

“Why does Lucifer always get her to himself? Always giving out his commands,” Satan growled as he ran a hand through his hair. “Enough is enough, I’m not listening to his rules. Fuck him.” 

“Hey Satan, you really gonna mess with Lucifer?” Belphegor's eyes lost all sleepiness as they sparkled with mischief.

-

“Lucifer…?” She continued to call out. “Anyone?” She took a few steps outside her room. She knew she had heard voices but to whom they belonged she was unsure. Her bare feet padded along the dark corridor, following the noises that lured her. 

She was pleasantly surprised to find that when she woke up the muscle aches she thought she would have were not there. Something in the potion must work to help soothe her aches. Lucifer had undressed her from her sweat soaked uniform and covered her in her nightie. 

She couldn’t stop the flush of her cheeks after her actions this afternoon; she had felt like she’d lost all control of her body and given into the need of sexual desires - which normally wasn’t a problem, but begging Lucifer and Diavolo to ravage her in the middle of a meeting was a different story. She was searching for Lucifer to apologise for her behaviour, although secretly she knew both of them had enjoyed it just as much as she had. Today had marked a new day for someone to become part of their relationship, from seven lovers to now eight. Knowing Diavolo would not allow this to be a one time thing - which she was rather excited about. 

“Lucifer? Are you in here? I- I wanted to apologise for earlier-“ She knocked on his office door, pausing as she walked in, “Oh.” Her eyes fell on the pair causing havoc in Lucifer’s office.

“Stop being such a sloth! Faster!” Satan was unscrewing the lids of Lucifer's ink bottles before placing them back down, so when Lucifer next used them the ink would most likely spill everywhere.

“I’m going as fast as I can! Stop rushing me!” Belphegor's tongue was sticking out of his mouth in concentration, counting out five sheets before pulling one from the stacking pile of work on the desk. He continued this down until he had a few sheets of paperwork in his hand, meaning every fifth paper from his stack was missing. Both of them were going out of their way to mess with Lucifer in a way they knew would annoy him most. 

“Ah!” Satan squealed to see her standing in the doorway, dropping one of the bottles and sending ink dropping to form a thick black puddle on the carpet. “Oh, it’s you. I thought you were Lucifer.”

“Pft, how does a human girl look anything like Lucifer?” Belph gave her a warm smile and gestured for her to enter properly. “What are you doing out of bed? Lucifer told us to guard you.”

“Guard me?” She laughed, her smiling instantly brightening up their moods. “I just- I wasn’t feeling too well, but I feel better now.” She took a few steps further into Lucifer's office, carefully avoiding the ink stain.

“Good. How did it go with Solomon, kitten? Everything in the clear?” Satan took her hand and pressed a delicate kiss to it. In his moments of affection she really did question how he could be the avatar of wrath.

“All good,” she nodded, letting out a gasp to feel two arms encircle her waist and pull her close.

“That’s great news, because you know,” Belphegor was embracing her to him, his nose tracing over her neck inhaling the delicate scent of lavender and rose from her skin with a low groan, “tonight’s my night with you.” She was glad her face was hidden from view as her eyes rolled to the back of her head. Belph was the most affectionate towards her. The sweetest of kisses, the warmest of hugs, the doting affection he only gave to her, the way he’d kiss her so softly before whispering, “Good morning my sunshine.” Because in Belph’s eye, she was his sun, bringing light and life into his world. In heat he was a beast, but outside of it he was a sleepy teddy bear, who just wanted to love her with everything he had. 

“You won’t get anything if you don’t sort out this mess,” she huffed, trying to distract herself from the tingle in her thighs. She could feel it happening again, the same empowerment she had felt in Diavolo’s office, stirring stronger from the smallest of Belphegor's affection and touches. 

“No. No stop that, you’re ruining it,” Satan grumbled as she began putting the paperwork back in its position. 

“One, two, three, fou-oh!” Her sentence slurred into a moan as Belphie pressed his body up against her back, pinning her slightly to the desk. Two warm palms began teasing the back of her thighs before pressing flat against her skin and pushing upwards slowly. The thin material of her nightie, which skirted mid-thigh, crept slowly up. Belph expected her to slap his hands away, but he never expected for her to part her legs a little wider for him to witness the already wet flesh between her bare thighs. A low hum rang against her neck, one hand cupping the round curve of her ass and giving it a playful squeeze.

“I think,” came Belph’s voice, dropping into a huskier tone, “that this is enough mischief for one day. Let us retire to my room.”

“Like hell you are!” Satan snapped, pulling Belphs gaze away from her slickened folds. “She’s more aroused than usual; I should know.”. His words were followed by a smug snicker. “I bet she’s thinking of him.” ‘Him’ being a reference to Lucifer. 

“Actually,” her hands gripped onto the edge of the desk, giving in once more to the heat that burned across her body whilst her cunt clenched with need, “I was thinking of both of you and all the mess we could cause over this desk.” As she finished her words, she pressed back to rub against Belphegor's crotch which was already rapidly hardening from scent and sight alone.

“No fair, my love, it is my night with you.” He gave her ass another squeeze. As much as he hated sharing her, the thought of having her on Lucifers desk was arousing to him. Knowing Lucifer would have to see the marks that she left, smell her scent upon the table and having to know that it was him and Satan that were the reason for it. It would drive him wild, which would essentially drive both the two brothers wild with enthusiasm.

“And a night with me you will get, I promise.” Turning her head over her shoulder to catch his lips, she let his eager tongue part her lips as it sought out her own.

-

“This isn’t what I had in mind.” Satan was huffing against her neck for the third time in ten minutes,

“Just be patient, it is his night after all,” she replied as she pushed Belph flat against Lucifers desk before straddling him, whilst Satan was pressed as close as he could behind her. With one hand wrapped around his cock, she lowered herself down, still sensitive from the previous high that they brought her to with their fingers and mouths. “Oh god… Belph!” Her finger grasped at his hoodie, both him and Satan still fully dressed whilst her nightie had been tossed to the floor. 

Belph couldn’t find the words to respond, watching her sink down as his cock disappeared inside her tight heat. She was wetter than he or Satan had ever seen her, bursting and coming to life as she told them exactly what she needed, letting the lust and arousal in her body speak for her.

His fingers traced up her thighs, hands ghosting over her waist and behind, leaving a trail of goosebumps upon her skin as she whined loudly. The teasing touches and the stretch of him inside her was too much, walls pulsing as she came with him fully hilted inside her. Her jaw slackened and a cold sweat ran down the back of her spine, the salted droplets being lapped up from Satan as his hands continued to squeeze over her breasts.

“Kitten- I really need to be inside you,” he groaned, the head of his cock pressing against the left cleft of her ass leaving a clear mark of pre-release upon her skin. 

“Lube is in… the… top drawer,” she panted, letting her movements slow down as she rode out her high. This wasn’t the first time she’d gotten down and dirty in this office, having provided a very stunned Lucifer with a one-on-one private show of her and her toy collection whilst he worked. 

All Belph could do was groan and raise his hips every so often, hitting all the perfect angles inside her to make stars dance across her vision. Her movements kept on at a slow pace whilst Satan prepared himself.

“Be a good kitten and make them wet,” he commanded as he stood back behind her, letting his fingers thrust into her mouth at the same time she lowered and raised over Belph. 

Another climax hit her when Satan’s fingers began playing and teasing her puckered hole from behind before a finger, dripping with saliva, slowly pushed in. The slow rhythm of her movements allowed for Satan to let her body adjust before two fingers were thrusting inside her. Each time they pulled back, her muscles clenched sending Belph into a groaning mess at her spasming walls. 

“More,” she begged, her fingers ripping the front of Belph’s clothes as she grinded forward to feel him hit against her g-spot.

“Good girl kitten, that’s it - relax,” Satan cooed, his fingers removed to only be replaced with something much larger and thicker. 

“Relax,” Belphegor encouraged, leaning up the best he could as he pulled her down by her shoulders to kiss her. Satan slowly pushed in, her whimpers and moans caught by Belphs mouth, until finally two cocks were buried to the hilt inside her. Satan did nothing more than pull out as Belph thrusted up, sending her headfirst into another climax. Her palm scratched at the wooden desk below Belphs shoulders, leaving curled pieces of wood right in front of where Lucifer would sit. 

“There! There! Fuck- like that,” her head being thrown back in bliss at their rhythm. One would thrust whilst the other pulled back, gaining a pace that had slapping skin ringing through the office. The pace would slow when one got close, wanting to focus on her and leaving her with the ability to only say their names and think of them. Belph continued to tease her skin with faint touches, the occasional grab of her waist to guide her before ghosting over her skin once more. When her breath became a high pitched gasp, her lust filled eyes would catch his, a signal for him to help push her over the edge. Satan’s hands would tug her nipples, his sharp teeth nipping at her stretched neck whilst Belph’s thumb would rub tight circles over her swollen clit, perfectly synchronised to bring her tumbling straight over the edge of sanity.

Climax after climax hit her, tongue lolling to the side at being penetrated by both of them. It wasn’t something she was new to; being in a relationship with seven brothers meant double, sometimes even triple, penetration was a regular occurrence. But never did she feel this full, this ravenous. 

By the time Satan and Belph had spilled inside her, Lucifer's desk was soaked in fluids, paperwork and hardwood stained with her release that had soaked down Belphegor's thighs and onto the surface below. Each time Satan had thrusted into her, traces of lube would drip down their thighs to pool onto a puddle on the floor. Her scent stained the room, which Lucifer wouldn’t have minded but it was tainted with the hint of his brothers.

And to make matters worse for their eldest brother, Satan had snapped a photo whilst she was mid-orgasm. Ensuring to get his cock stretching her ass whilst Belph fucked her pussy. The photo itself was a masterpiece: Her back arched, head pressing against Satan's shoulders with her eyes tightly shut and her own hands pinching her nipples; The face of someone lost in the wild abandonment of pleasure. A caption of ‘Can’t believe you tried to hide this’ followed. 

“I think we made a pretty good mess, Kitten,” Satan panted against her shoulder, his face as red as her behind which had been slapped multiple times ather request. 

“I don’t think I can move,” she whispered, her legs purely boneless as Belph sat up to carry her bridal style.

“Hey! Where are you going?” Satan yelled, watching Belph carry her out of the room, leaving the office stained and her nightie upon the floor. 

“I told you,” Belph growled lowly, “it’s my night with her.”

-

Regardless of how fast Lucifer had run, he was too late. He stumbled into his sex-scented office. Release from her left a sticky glaze over his desk whilst scratch marks looked like a beast had clawed at them. His gloved hands held tightly onto the nightie upon the floor. The mess of his desk was an issue for another time; he would place no blame upon her. 

“You utter imbecile!” Fangs pointed out from his gums as he found Satan alone in the library in the west wing of the house.

“You saidto not let anyone in; you didn’t say she couldn’t come out,” Satan taunted, smugness plastered over his face. He knew Lucifer had seen his office from the silk material of her clothes he still clutched in his hand. He also knew he had seen the explicit image he had made sure to send him. “As I said, why did you try to hide her?”

“The potion went wrong. She’s in heat.” Lucifer watched as Satan’s eyes sparkled.

“But that’s impossible. She’s a human, how did-“ the blonde began.

“Solomon. Solomon is how.” Lucifer pushed a hand through his hair. “Where is she now?”.

“In the attic.” Satan returned to his book as Lucifer turned on his heel. “But Lucifer.” Lucifer threw his head over his shoulder, ready for a snide remark about the activities that went on in his office. “Normally I wouldn’t bother about you but, for her sake, I’d leave them be.”

“And why’s that?” Lucifer stopped and turned, crossing his arms over his chest.

Satan continued to express his smugness, his eyes peering over the top of his book. “Remember when Levi was in heat and destroyed that Ruri-chan pillow?”.

“Of course… he bit Mammon for trying to take it away”

His lips curling into a smirk, Satan put his book down. “Belphegor is the pillow.”

-

“Good morning my little star-light.” Belphegor brushed her hair out of her face, a sleepy smile on his face. His eyes still shut, the urge to fall back to sleep lulling him into the warmth embrace.

“Good morning you,” she yawned, eyes fluttering open as Belph’s strong arms pulled her close. The warmth of his skin against her and the content smile on his face was a sin of its own kind. A small giggle left her as he pulled her closer, burying her head against his chest. “We need to get up soon.” As she pressed a trail of small kisses over his heart, she smiled to herself to feel the hardness already pressing against her stomach. 

“I thought you would have been worn out after last night,” he gasped as her hand teased its way into his boxers, wrapping around his cock and stroking in a lazily manner.

“I was but-“ Her body felt rejuvenated and fresh, no muscle aches, only heat coursing through her veins. “I’m hungry for more.” A deep groan filled the attic space as her mouth replaced her hand, waking Belph and repaying him tenfold for the way he had satisfied her the previous night.

-

When she finally pulled herself out of the attic, leaving Belph still panting and breathless from the way her mouth had worked over him, she ran straight into Lucifer. Luckily, Belph had dressed her in one of his hoodies for her modesty, not that she minded.

“My dove, you really should rest. I fear you cannot leave the house in your state.” Lucifer cupped her cheek and was rubbing his thumb softly against her. “It is not safe for you”

“Lucifer, I- I’m so sorry for yesterday, I really don’t know what came over me…” A blush spread across her cheeks. Even now, as he glanced down at her, the top of her thighs became damp and she regretted the lack of underwear she had on. 

“My dear-“ He stopped, pupils widening at the heavenly scent hitting his nose She was extremely aroused. “It appears Solomon gave you the wrong potion; yours is filled with an aphrodisiac we can’t control. It should fade in a few days, but for the time being it is safest for you to stay here.”.

She nodded in response, pressing herself closer to him and letting her fingers toy with the buttons of his waistcoat. 

“Lucifer...,” she meekly whispered, leaning up to kiss him. He melted into her kiss, letting his arms hold onto her shoulders as she continued to press against him. “I want to thank you for yesterday.” Her fingers slowly unpopped a button and she began pressing her lower half against him in a silent plea as her tongue playfully darted across his lower lip. She was losing her self control in a rapid manner, whining heavily as he pulled back.

“I fear I have matters to attend to today, otherwise I would be more than happy to keep you content in the confines of my room.” He watched as her eyes sparkled with lust, a hint of disappointment forming over her face. 

“I’ll be waiting for you to come home,” she pouted as he did up the buttons she’d undone. 

-

She ate breakfast and had a bath to calm herself down before pulling out her small vibrator and withering away in her satin sheets. Is what she would have done if she had listened to Lucifer. Instead, she showered and set off to find the sorcerer who had caused all her problems, hoping to find a way for him to help calm her constant need. 

Dressed in a white summer dress, a slightly plunge top with a skater skirt and her hair down in loose curls, off she went to him in purgatory hall. It probably wasn’t the best decision to wear such a short dress but her skin felt on fire; clothes were just too restrictive at the moment. She’d cleaned her thighs before she left, making her best effort to prevent her scent from wandering demons. And all was going well until a masculine scent hit her nose. One of Beel’s team mates walked past her; he must have been to the gym as sweat gleamed off his shirtless body. The smell of pheromones hit her instantly and she felt a throb between her legs instantly ruining her underwear. The scent of her was caught by the demon, who turned whilst sniffing into the air. She had to move quickly or he’d trace the scent to her. 

With a frantic look around, she realised how far she still was from Solomon’s quarters but luckily Simeon’s room was only a few doors away from where she stood. Without a second though she raced to the room, listening as footsteps quickly approached behind her. Without knocking, she flung herself into Simeon’s room, thanking anyone and everyone that the door was open. Only, she didn’t expect to see what she did inside.

“Normie…?” Leviathan called out as she panted against the door. In the glowing light of the room were Simeon and Leviathan sat at a table, a stack of comics between them.

“Levi? Oh god, Levi, it’s you.” She took a few running steps to embrace him from behind as he sat down, sending the boy redder than beetroot. “Oh, and Simeon, I’m so sorry for barging in.”

“It is quite alright my sweet,” the angel said, smiling wholesomely at her. “You look parched. What happened?”

“Oh I just-“ she started, her eyes falling to the exposed muscles of his biceps. Beneath his cloak and visible from his black top was the clear outline of his god-sculpted body. A body that made her lose all train of thought.

“Yo, normie?” Levi pinched her hand gently to break her trance.

“Huh? Oh sorry, I just thought someone was following me. Would it be okay if I hung out here for a little while to calm down?” By ‘calm down’ she meant for her core to stop pulsing and her thighs to stop rubbing together. She was getting worse by the minute sitting with the two boys, the total opposites of each other; the demon of envy and the most angelic angel to walk the dusty pits of hell. A yin and yang she most definitely wanted to be in the middle of. “So what are you doing here Levi?” She pulled herself off him and took a seat between them. 

Levi, unable to stop the breath hitching in his throat when she walked in, could scent her before she even walked through the front door. And that was when he realised why she came running into Simeon’s room. Any demon nearby would have been able to pick up her scent with how strong it was. He also sensed her rapid heart beat, pumping and throbbing like her pulse as red tinted her cheeks the look of arousal written all over her face. 

“Levi here is showing me the ways of ‘manga’,” Simeon smiled, oblivious to the way the young girl was fidgeting in her seat.

“Normie, are you alright?” The purple haired demon asked as he watched her. He’d received a message in the group chat from Lucifer to state she was, quote, in a ‘situational state’ with nothing more. Satan had replied with a smirk emoji, leaving Levi to question what exactly was happening.

“I- I need to use the bathroom.” she stammered as the rising colour of her cheeks spread down her neck and chest, making the white dress glow atop of her skin. The more she looked between the two, the more her mind wandered into dirty territory...

“Normie, you don’t look well.” 

Both Leviathan and Simeon reached out to hold her arms. The young girl’s back arched at the contact and gripped the table edge as she stood up, unable to look either of them in the eye as she was unable to hold back the moan, the slight of touches having sent her in the deepest pit of lust and arousal. 

“Levi-“ She finally turned her head over her shoulder to meet his gaze, her eyes swimming and lost behind a clear gaze. Cheeks flushed and her lips parted, she didn’t have to say another word for Leviathan to understand. This was the state Lucifer was clearly on about. With her legs spread a little, the aroma of her arousal quickly found itself to both him and Simeon and Levi knew in that moment just how desperate the situation was. 

“Shit normie.. I-“ Leviathan scratched the back of his neck as he looked between her and Simeon, unsure of how to handle the situation. 

Simeon watched her, a familiar tension building in his stomach, a feeling he often felt around her but was usually able to ignore. But in this moment it was almost overpowering, overwhelming and he was unable to fight the strong stir of emotions inside him. 

“Simeon… I’m so sorry-“ she began and, as she turned, the angel felt himself crumple from the heated gaze that bore down at him as passionate lust took over his body. 

The potion may have had no effect on demons, but the scent alone was enough to have an impact on the angel, sending him into an aroused state.

“Do not apologise, my sweet.” Simeon took one of her hands and pressed a gentle kiss to her knuckles. “You by far smell more sweet than anything I have come across. Do not deny yourself the pleasure you desire.” He nodded at Levi who stood up to wrap his arms around her waist. “Use my room as you please.”

“Is this okay?” Levi whispered into the shell of her ear, worried about her more than anything else. Her answer came in a quick nod and her hands bunched up the skirt of her dress to expose the white silk resting upon her skin.

Simeon’s heart was racing as he sat forward, intrigued to watch Levi slowly tug down her underwear, watching the gloss of her arousal stick to the fabric before it pooled to a heap on the floor. A groan filled the room. She was unsure if it came from Levi or Simeon. 

“Please…” she whispered, spreading her legs as she bent forward, exposing her drenched cunt to both of them.

-

Eager eyes flitted between the two of them, Simeon still watching the couple. How Levi had knelt down, spreading the cheeks of her behind to gain better access to her before letting his serpent tongue flicker across her wet slit. How her arms gave out and she fell flat against the oak table, letting her hips buck against his face as he kept her ass in place whilst his tongue disappeared between her velvety folds. How she lost herself when her climax hit after only a few moments calling out for more.

“Leviathan,” she whispered so sweetly as she turned around once his mouth had pulled away from her, the same lips slicked with wetness pressing against her own as her tongue played with his, which had just brought her intense pleasure. 

“I got you.” Hushed whispers shared against her lips as she hastily undid his belt, her hand diving into the confines of his boxers to wrap around his cock, stroking it until he was fully hard, both of them almost forgetting about their audience as he pushed her down, spreading her thighs and pushing them around his waist as he lined himself up against her, taking her with no resistance as he slid into her tight heat.

It was lustful, it was a sin, but most importantly it was love. The reassuring whispers of “I’ve got you, I love you,” as Levi drove deeper into her. His hands holding her waist as he pulled her up to meet his thrusts, her legs tightly around his waist squeezing and tensing with each rock of his hips. The thin silk of her drenched underwear hanging off her ankle, swaying with each movement, almost taunting Simeon as he watched on. 

It was the soft whimpers of ‘harder’ that pulled him from his trance, shining eyes of blue meeting hers in a gaze as they stared on in wonder. Her dress pushed up just enough to bare her waist, her breasts spilling from the top half and bouncing forward with each thrust. Back arched like a bow reaching breaking point off the table, petite hands grasping at anything they could find. And, whilst he and her held eye contact, he watched in awe as she came. Her voice raising into a high pitch moans, chest rising and collapsing quickly, her body curling as they finally broke eye contact when her eyes rolled to the back of her head. Her moans were so sweet they made the angel blush. He was positive they could part the clouds and give a direct pathway to the gates of heaven. 

It made him wonder how something so beautiful and breathtaking could be such a sin.

It was that which ruined the angel. He was unable to stop himself as a hand began to palm over his erect cock in his pants. Scent, sight and sound became too overbearing for him as he gave into the heat of his need.

The air in the room had changed, Leviathan too busy driving into her to notice it. His grunts and the slapping of his skin echoed off the walls, whilst she came down from her high to fix on Simeon. Watching him as he watched her, his pupils expanding as his tongue darted out to wet his parched lips whilst he continued to touch himself above his clothes. 

By her third orgasm, Leviathan was unable to stop himself holding back, gritting his teeth as his pace began to falter. His eyes screwed shut as his jaw clenched, a stuttered groan came as he released inside her, pressing himself tightly against her to be sure he filled her with everything he had, her name hot off his lips as he leaned down to kiss her, keeping themselves together as they basked in their afterglow. 

“You did so good,” He praised, cupping her cheek as he wiped away the tears that formed under her eyes. Until finally he pulled out of her, his seed from inside her spilling onto the table beneath. “I’ll get a towel,” he said, giving her hand a squeeze before leaving the room. She would have blissfully laid against the table not moving, but the presence of another kept her from doing so. 

“Simeon…” Her voice angelic to his ears as she sat up, her breasts swaying as she stood in front of him, slowly kneeling down. “My sweet, sweet, angel…” The tan of his skin was flushed red as her eyes wandered down, his hand continuing to mess over the front of his trousers as he looked at her like a helpless lamb. “Let me.” She leaned up as she ghosted her lips against his in a way to test him, to test if he’d show any protest but instead he melted into her, letting his lips glide over hers as if that was their sole purpose. 

Her hand slowly trailed up his thighs, parting his legs as she fitted between them. Her own hand replaced his as he whined softly against her. Hands slowly unpopped the buttons, the haste from before now eased into a soothing-time stopping pace. No rush, just slow, burning desire.

“Am I the first?” She questioned, gently nipping at his lower lip as his trousers and boxers slowly came down, her hand ghosting over his erect length but not fully touching.

“Y-yes.” His breath hitched to feel her hand slowly wrap around him. Her eyes widened in shock at the length of him; the gods had truly blessed him. 

“Oh- I-“ His words were lost as his hips slowly bucked into her touch.

“Do you want me to stop?” Letting him free of her hand, she stared up at him with doting affection.

“Please-don’t,” he said, taking a deep breath as she wrapped her hand back around him, her face leaning close. 

“My beautiful angel… my sweet, sweet angel,” she cooed, letting her hand move over him in a gentle grip, savouring the noises he made. The world was completely forgotten,the two of them sharing an intimate moment as she wetted her lips before slowly taking his head into her mouth. His fingers grasped the edge of the chair, twitching as he breathed out in a stuttered breath. His mind went blank as she took him in further, pulling him into the wet depths of her mouth. Her name left his mouth like a chant, repeated like a prayer he spoke every morning and night. 

Leviathan had entered back into the room, pausing before turning and leaving the pair alone in their tender moment. 

Heat pooled in Simeon’s stomach as her lips touched the base of his cock, unable to hold back the groan as the pit inside him dropped. His eyes shut tight as white heat took over him, and then he was spilling down the back of her throat with no warning. 

She hollowed her cheeks as she swallowed his plentiful release, sucking him dry before releasing him. His taste was sweet, lingering, leaving a pleasant taste in her mouth. 

“My perfect angel,” she said, pressing a kiss to his head as his hand moved and intertwined with hers. Nothing in all of heaven had made him feel as good as she had. 

-

“She will be safe here,” Simeon’s face softened as he stared at the young girl asleep in his bed. After the events of earlier, she had passed out with a blissful face whilst the angel and demon cleaned up. “I’ve put a protection charm on the door. No one will be able to get in.”

“It’s not them getting in I’m worried about it’s her getting out,” Leviathan sighed, running his hands over his face. The two boys agreed to never speak of what had happened earlier, for an angel to allow lust to take over his actions especially from watching acts of a demon. 

“I promise you, no harm will come to her. Have you spoken to Lucifer?”

“Yes, he was so pissed she came out. But she’s like the rest of us; never listens to him,” Levi chuckled, watching her sleeping figure cosy up in the blankets. “I guess that’s why we all love her.”

“And did Lucifer explain this- her behaviour..?”

“One guess.”

“Solomon?” Simeon rolled his eyes.

“Bingo. Something about the wrong potion, her basically being in heat, I don’t know. It’s something he needs to explain in person. He was too busy yelling down the phone.”

“She is safe here, my friend. Let us wait until Lucifer comes.” Simeon reached for a comic off the table, intending to pick up the conversation from before she had come in. Only to stop when he saw wetness that they’d missed coating the cover.

-

Lucifer had gone ballistic when he arrived, all his rage was bubbling through him as he yelled left, right and center. “You disobeyed me! how could you be so reckless?” He had scorned her, towering over her with gritted teeth. His words stopped and his anger subsided as her bottom lip trembled, her eyes filling with tears as she hung her head in shame. A weak, “I’m sorry,” made him pull her into his hold tightly, showering her forehead with kisses. He knew it wasn’t her fault; he was simply worried. Worried that if another had scented her the way she was then they would try to take her. “From now on, I need you to stay in the house, okay?” he said, cupping her face as he whispered softly, kissing her gently, hoping she would understand without him saying the words to show how worried he had been. 

Lucifer took her home and straight to his room, informing the brothers not to disturb them. He ran her a bath with rose petals, resting her back against his chest as he cradled her close, whispering sweet words of praise as he washed her. That night, he cared for her, letting his fingers work her she was almost sobbing for him to fill her properly. 

-

In the morning he had to go back to work. As much as he wanted to be with her, his loyalty to Diavolo came first. This time, however, he placed an enchantment on the whole house, ensuring the girl would not be able to leave; the front door, window and back door glued shut if she tried to open them. If another demon opened them and she tried to exit, they would face an electric shock, both of them. It even included the windows; he knew Belphegor had a tendency to sneak out of the attic window. Lucifer was taking no risk or chance. The only way she could leave was if Lucifer left with her or if he lifted the enchantment.

She woke up alone, throwing on one of Lucifer's shirts. Even his lingering scent was arousing, regardless of the way he’d taken care of her in the night. The potion was ruining her. None of the aches or the worn out muscles remained, only fresh feelings and a warm glow. 

She left his room and walked along the corridor until she heard it. 

“Sweeeeeeetie,” Asmo yelled, running, well, skipping, towards her at the top of his voice.

“Asssssie,” she laughed as he picked her up with ease, using strength only a few demons ever got to see. Her shirt lifted as she wrapped her legs around him.

“I heard someoooone’s been in a little trouble the last few days,” he teased in a singsong voice, walking with her in his arms. “I’m offended you didn’t come to me first.” He pouted as she wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him in for a slow kiss.

“I’m sorry. I’m here now baby,” she whispered, letting that feeling of heat take over once more.

Asmo carried her into his room, keeping one arm around her as he ran a bath, kissing her tenderly whilst the water drew to the right heat, his hands slowly peeling off her shirt until his fingers glided over her soft skin.

“So perfect,” he whispered, letting her undo his own clothes, his trousers dropping to the floor as he picked her up and settled her into the water. He lay back with her straddling him, his mouth nipping gently at her neck as his hand dipped below the water to ghost over her thighs. “And I thought I was meant to be the lustful one,” he teased at the scent of her arousal, his eyes sparkling as he felt her heartbeat quicken. 

She didn’t have time to answer back with quick wit, instead letting his fingers work inside her until she came over them, the water splashing at the sides of the tub as she rocked gently over his until he sat up and began to push her back gently. 

“No,“ she blushed and stopped him, pushing him back down and taking his length into her hand. “I want to be on top.”

Asmo showed no sign of protest, holding her waist gently as his hands brushed up and down her sides whilst she lowered herself onto him. Whilst he knew he was skilled at giving pleasure to his lovers, that he liked to be in control, she needed this more. To let herself set the pace, the mood, the angle. She needed control more than he did at this moment. 

One arm circled her waist to keep her close, the other cupping her breast in his palm, squeezing it softly as it bounced in his hold. Her moans were captured by his mouth, a sweet kiss at first only breathing away for air., before pulling back to each other, this time tongues slipping between the velvet folds of their mouths, desperately searching for each other.

He kept her pressed against him when she came, whining so softly against his lips. His arm around her kept her close even as she tried to pull away naturally, her walls pulsing as he felt every tight flutter over him.

“That’s it, you're so good,” he cooed softly, taking his hand off her breast to brush a strand of hair behind her ear. His lips touched her ear as he shallowly rocked up against her. 

He encouraged her through another climax; he was skilled in holding off his own until finally he could do so no more. The water around them was now lukewarm as she pressed her lips tightly against his, the avatar of lust unable to resist anymore as he spilled inside her, bringing her to one final climax from the throb of his head against her cervix. 

He refused her help as he cleaned her thighs and skin with a wet cloth from the side, pressing kisses to her glowing lips. He enjoyed afterwards with her just as much sex itself; she brought him a different type of pleasure. The cuddles, the kisses, the reassurance through panting breaths, the way she looked so radiant as she curled up against him, still a little hazy and drunk off pleasure. He was good at that, making her feel so blissed out that words, colours and meaning to anything no longer made sense.

“I have a class I need to start getting ready for, sweetie.” Asmo pressed a kiss to her forehead, peeling himself away from her even though she clung after him as he placed her on his bed. “I skipped biology this morning, but it’s okay. I got a more physical lesson than R.A.D could ever teach.” He waggled his eyebrows playfully. “Here, this will satisfy you until someone’s back.” Asmo pulled out a toy that curved, passing her a remote. It was her toy, one that Asmo had bought for her when they began experimenting with different ones. He peppered kisses up her thighs before slowly easing it into her. It wasn’t as thick or as big as any of the brothers but at least it did all the work for her to satisfy her. 

She had already begun withering from it’s touch, the curve of it hitting against her g-spot with a humming vibration. Asmo stood for a few moments in silence, in admiration of her. She was beautiful. He didn’t have words for how special she was to him or his brothers, their human captivating the hearts of demons and giving them a piece of her own in return. He was just about to pull himself away to finally leave for class when his door open and in strolled-

“Solomon?” Looking on in confusion, the young girl quickly closed her spread thighs as the sorcerer came walking in as if he belonged.

“My, my.” He had a cheshire grin full of darkness, “So it is true.”

“Solomon, what are you- Get out!” Asmo took a step but a flick of the wrist from Solomon had him frozen in place. Asmo’s eyes darted to her in worry, unable to move any other part of his body. 

“My dear, I can practically sense your heat from here,” Solomon grinned as he focused his attention on her. She was softly mewling as the toy continued on a low intensity with her legs shut. “Don’t fear, I won’t touch.” He knew that if he placed a hand on her in this state, the brothers would feel it due to their pacts and it would only be a matter of seconds before Lucifer appeared. “I just want to watch.” He’d been fascinated at Lucifer's claims, that a human had gone into heat by his doing and he longed to see the effects of it in person himself. “May I?” 

The girl nodded and gently parted her thighs; she knew Solomon wouldn’t hurt her. She also knew of his ‘relationship’ with Asmo. If Asmo trusted him, then so did she. “I won’t touch her, I swear.” Solomon turned to Asmo with a soft look in his ashen eyes. With a click Asmo was free, stumbling forward slightly before stopping. 

“Sweetie… are you sure about this?” Asmo placed his hand on her knee and squeezed it slightly with reassurance. 

“Yes,” she breathed out in a part whine, the toy continuing to buzz inside her, making her stomach light, her eyes heavy with desire as they met Solomon’s. She let her thighs spread further, giving them a full view of her glistening folds as she gently gripped the sheets below. 

Solomon watched with sparkling eyes of lust as she came, quickly followed by another orgasm as Asmo cooed her softly through them, telling her how good she was. But by that point, Solomon was losing his composure. The scent of her heat was affecting him. He knew the potion she had taken had no effect on demons, but after his conversation with Simeon and the way his own body was becoming heated, he was feeling first hand that the effects could pass on to humans and other godly creatures.

“Touch her,” he commanded, peering down at Asmo as his hand moved to palm over the bulge growing in his black slacks. He would stay true to his word, he would not touch her, but he’d never said Asmo couldn’t. 

-

The flames of pleasure licked her lower stomach, a strong sensation she had only felt a few times before building inside. 

“A-Asmo-!” Her voice was wavering and brimmed to the lid with lust, her hands shaking as they grasped at his golden-brown hair.

“"Look at that, Asmo... She cums as easily as you. Just another needy little slut." Solomon's words were sharp, mocking, with a grin on his face, "The great Asmodeus, outdone by a needy slutty human. You should be ashamed."His words were followed by a harsh blow, the sound of the slap ricocheting off the walls as his hand came down onto Asmo’s ass. 

The mumbles of pleasure from the avatar of lust vibrated against her. His tongue languidly licked at her swollen clit whilst two fingers curled up against her walls, pressing over and over against the spot that was rendering her breathless and seeing stars. He wanted to gaze up, admire her body writhing in pleasure with his rose-gold eyes but the way Solomon was roughly pounding into him from behind had them rolling to the back of his skull.

The thrusts from Solomon had Asmo pulling and pushing away from her folds, her hips grinding desperately back against him in need of friction until her hands anchored his head in place to keep him where she desperately needed him. She whimpered his name, thick pools of lust beneath her eyes gazing up and meeting’s Solomon’s. His brow was knitted, his jaw clenched as he drove into Asmo, each thrust harder than the last. His perfect shade of winter eyes baring down at her was the final push she needed.

Her thighs trembled as her toes curled, gasping profoundly into the air with loud curses as every nerve inside her body set alight whilst every hair on her skin stood up. Her spine curved as she rose off the bed, thick rivulets of her arousal releasing from the build up of pressure inside her. 

The hot squirt against his mouth and hand had Asmo undone; getting her to squirt had only happened on a few occasions. He whined heavily, almost louder than her as he came, shooting thick white against his torso as it dripped onto the floor. Solomon growled lowly at the tight clench of Asmo around him, his cock heavily throbbing inside him until he found his own release. His hips pressed harshly against his ass, his cock pulsing as he came inside him.

"You're just a natural slut like Asmo here. Such messy people." Solomon chuckled, slightly breathless as he gazed down at the mess glazing Asmo's skin. The demon surprisingly went red-faced under his words. "Little sluts need to be kept under control. Who knows the trouble you'd get into?" His gaze flickered to the woman. "Must be why Lucifer keeps you on such a short leash."

Solomon grinned with a devilish smile as Asmo cleaned her and himself up, resting against the door frame as he pulled up his slacks. The potion effects seemed to have worked unbelievably well, far better than any aphrodisiac he had ever seen. The girl had been able to handle multiple climaxes, each one growing in intensity until finally it became too much. Whilst she trembled with her aftershocks, she had been able to tell him that after a few hours’ rest her body would recover and be begging for more, muscle aches and bruising all vanishing as if just a dream. 

The white haired sourcer pulled Asmo into a deep kiss before, in the blink of an eye, he was gone, disappearing into thin air at the sound of the front door opening andLucifer calling out. He had come to check she was still there. 

“I’m here,” she panted out, Asmo helping them both to dress as she climbed under the covers. She was exhausted. Lucifer appeared with a smile which quickly faded; he sensed something in the air. 

“My love, who has been here?” His question sounded more like a command as he focused his gaze on her. Asmo could feel her bashfulness at having to explain the situation which occured, choosing to save her the trouble instead. 

“Come, she’s tired.” Asmo blew her a kiss before he tightly gripped Lucifer’s arm and led him down the corridor. 

-

Asmo calmed Lucifer down, explaining everything to him. Telling him how the girl saw Solomon just as close and special to her as she did the brothers. The same applied to Simeon after Levi had told him about the previous day. And Lucifer himself knew first hand the claim to her Diavolo now held.

“As much I hate the thought of his hands on her, if she wishes to be with them as well, we must let her and respect her wishes,” Lucifer sighed. He and his brothers had to accept that she touched the hearts of many and that they simply couldn’t keep her to themselves. “I fear we must learn to share our human, or we simply will push her away…”

-

The following morning she rose and headed to the kitchen. Although she still wasn’t going to R.A.D, she tried to keep herself in the routine of getting up and ready. Only, a dull throb pulsed between her thighs upon entering the kitchen upon sighting a shirtless beel wearing low skimmed joggers. Her eyes began falling down his toned torso, abs chiseled by the gods themselves, to the mouth watering v-line that led directly to his-

"Pft! Quit your starin’," Mammon huffed, pulling her out of her trance after witnessing her eyes practically glow. He was still overzealous when it came to her, hating that he had to share and fight for her attention amongst his brothers and, now, three more. 

“I-” a near growl rose deep within her chest to witness Beel innocently licking cream he’d spilled from his deviled puff eclair off his long, slender fingers. Unable to find words, she found herself throbbing and clenching over nothing as she rubbed her thighs on the spot where she stood. All she was able to do was shoot Mammon a look. A look he knew far too well as a smug grin took over his face. 

“I could smell ya from ya room,” he said in a low growl of a voice as he stalked towards her like a predator upon prey, the avatar of greed caging her in between him and the kitchen counter. The pink of his tongue darted out to swipe across the pointed fangs of his teeth before he leaned in. “I betcha ya already dripping.” His suspicion was confirmed as she sat upon the counter, hitching her skirt up for him to witness the wet patch already staining the silk of her underwear. A small ‘please’ was all she could muster, giving into the heat surging across her body as the need grew stronger with each passing second. “I’ve been waiting for ya, to get ma time with ya, waiting to make that tight pussy feel so good that ya won’t want anyone else.”

The following few moments were a blur, her eyes held tightly shut, nails scratching indents into the wooden surface. Her mind was left blank, two fingers swirling over her clit whilst two more thrusted into her tight cunt, unsure whose hand was whose. Her body lay flat against the surface as the two brothers stood between her legs, one leg hooked over Mammon's shoulder whilst the other rested over Beels, the two of them working in perfect unison to bring her to a blissful climax before the sun had fully risen. 

-

“Look,” Mammon’s voice commanded as he gripped her chin to keep her facing the full length mirror in front of his bed. Naked, he sat with her back to his chest, her feet placed onto his spread legs with his cock buried to the hilt inside her, giving her a full show of his cock disappearing and entering her each time he lifted her up. 

His teeth caught her ear as he whispered filth, “Look how well you take me, my tight human, my lewd girl,. Cumming again? Filthy girl, ya gonna make me bust a nut squeezing me like that, that’s it, scream ma name baby.” 

He held her waist with an arm around her, using his hidden strength to lift her up and down as he thrusted deeper. The girl was in the deepest of pleasure, tongue lolling to the side with her eyes thick with rapture, her head resting back on Mammon’s chest as she let him work her body. 

A low growl reminded her that there was another in the room Beel sat watching from the side with his hand around himself, his eyes focused purely on her, watching Mammon stretching her and her perky breasts bouncing up and down. His jaw ached to be on them, his tongue ready to devour her and his cock ready to buried deep inside her. 

“My turn,” he growled, as Mammon’s hips pressed up against her, his teeth in her shoulder to muffle his cry as he came inside her. Beel blocked the view of the mirror as he stood in front, the girl whimpering at the size of him. She couldn’t lie, his cock always scared her. Like his physical build, it was huge and intimidating. 

“Wait ya turn, I’m not done.” Mammon continued to shallowly thrust as she began to tremble in his hold, clenching around him with a tight grip. A heavy groan left him, making Beel roar in anger. 

The ginger dropped to his knees. His height had him now eye level with the girl as he kissed her deeply. One of his hands began thumbing over her nipple as the other toyed with her clit, making her buck violently against Mammon. The added stimulation had her thighs quaking and, if not for Mammon for holding her up, she would have fallen sideways as she came. 

They helped her ride out the high, before Beel lifted her up and off Mammon, Mammon unable to match his strength as he huffed, watching Beel push himself into her. The girl shifted so her legs were around Beel, her arms around his neck as she clung to him. She was as light as a feather to him, him kissing her deeply as she felt Mammon stand and line himself up behind her. His cock, slicked with her arousal, together with wet fingers, pressed against her puckered hole. 

“We’re gonna fuck ya so good,” Mammon licked the shell of her ear as a finger pushed into her, Beel slowly bouncing her off his cock, both brothers as greedy as each other as they filled her, taking climax after climax and leaving her utterly speechless. It was hard to tell in that moment which one really was the avatar of greed.

-

The next day, the girl had literally fucked the heat out of her body. Mammon and Beel had sent her into overstimulation as they worked together until she saw stars and came close to passing out. 

But when she woke up in her own bed the next day, heading down to breakfast and seeing all of the brothers, no rush of arousal came to her. The potion’s effects had finally worn off. 

“Morning!” She smiled sweetly, walking in and grabbing a slice of toast off the counter. The brothers waited a second, seeing if she would pounce on any of them but it never came. Instead, she merrily chatted and took a bite out of her food. 

The girl was thankful it was Saturday so she could enjoy some free time on the weekend. 

“Well, I think I might go out, get some fresh air if anyone wants to join?” she asked, turning around and heading out the door. But a leather glove stopped her, sending her turning backwards to see all of the brothers stalking close to her, Lucifer keeping a grip on her wrist. 

“It seems, my dove, you overspent myself and my brothers this week.” Lucifer pulled her close, his hand cupping her cheek. “You’ve been a very needy girl.” 

Lucifer caught her lips as the other brothers surrounded her, each one pulling at her for her attention, several pairs of lips finding her own, several sets of hands beginning to undress her and caress her skin. 

For the first time, all seven of the brothers shared her, savouring their tiny human all for themselves. And as for getting some fresh air, that was never going to happen, since she wasn’t able to leave the house at any point that weekend, purely because she couldn’t walk the following day. 

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[slowpoke-fics]

Scent | Mate Series

Fandom: Teen Wolf

Pairing: Derek x Y/N

Summary: Derek is getting suspicious of you, you're hiding something and he wants to know what

Warnings: not really I think but just in case, as always, read at your own risk

A/N: This is Part One | Next Part

This whole thing is a whole family pack au and mate au, OC stuff in later chapters but I really loved writing this and love the idea of a family pack <3

You walked into Scott’s house, happily smiling at everyone gathered around the table, noticing that even Derek had showed this time. The wolves seemed to carry on about their business as you muttered something about dinner and moved to the kitchen. “I don’t like that ya know?” You jumped a little, turning to Derek and smiling in confusion. He sniffed the air, “All I can smell is your strawberry shortcake lotion. You use too much.” You scoffed, turning to the food, “I don’t care, go smell someone else.” He shook his head, “Why? I don’t like not being able to smell you.” You looked at him, eyebrows raised, "Derek, I know what you wolves do, it's a violation of privacy, I like my emotions being mine." Derek huffed under his breath, "Just trying to care." He turned and walked out of the kitchen.

You couldn't help but wonder if you'd been excessively hateful, but you were right. You knew better than anyone, wolves violate your privacy whenever they can by just smelling you, let alone with serious practice what they can do. You could never keep a secret around a pack of wolves, and living in Beacon Hills with the extra wolf sense going around is no different. It's better to just hide your scent all together. You of course knew how to do this very well without the nifty supernatural trick; putting lotion over your scent glands regularly, wearing tight clothes, and lots of deodorant. You sighed to yourself as you thought of how different it could be if you could come clean.

Derek hung back after the meeting, watching as you waved everyone goodbye, claiming he was cleanup help since you cooked. "What's up Derek?" Scott said once the door shut. "Y/n," Derek started, turning to Scott, hand rubbing his scruff nervously, "has she always covered her scent like that?" Scott's eyebrows furrowed, "Now that I think about it, yeah, why?" Derek shrugged, acting like it was no big deal but wanted to put the fuze out before it went to far, "Dunno, she's just the only one that does it, even Lydia with the amount of crap she wears, I can smell her," he sighed, "it's like Y/n is hiding something man, I've just never once smelled her." Derek shook his head, "I mean, it's never bothered you? Not being able to smell her?"

Scott could sense something he hadn't ever before with Derek, a sense of need, like when Stiles called to him when he almost lit himself on fire. "She just wants her privacy, she knows we can smell fear, anxiety, joy, embarrassment," he slapped Dereks shoulder, "relax man, are you really worried Y/n is out to get you?" Dereks hands fell next to him, "Something like that." Derek said his goodbyes to Scott and happily Stiles, as over the years he's grown to love the wild man, and left wondering about you.

At the next pack meeting, this time in his loft, you were the last one in again. As everyone was catching up and cutting up, Derek found his way beside you, "I don't like that one, it smells sour, what is it?" You blushed just slightly, "I don't know some cucumber mix." Derek huffed, "If all I can smell is fake shit, at least something good, citrus, sweet or somethin'," he shrugged as he made his way to the table.

You'd all been discussing new training for the supernatural creatures drawn in by the Nemeton and handling the strays that don't fall in line with the help of the argents. Derek was next to you, something you knew was no coincidence as he'd swapped places with Scott at some point. He reached over to the map in front of you, trying to rub just your shirt, but you slyly moved your arm, muttering an apology, "Oh, sorry," but Derek didn't miss the extra heartbeat, even if just for a second. What is going on with you?

A few days later you find yourself climbing in the passenger of Stiles' jeep, just leaving your house after reapplying lotion, knowing that you were going to Dereks' for pack training. "Scott needed a ride today, that okay?" Stiles quizzed you, studying you as you answered with a hum. "Everything alright?" he reiterated, turning the music up. You shrugged, "I just have a feeling something is going on." Stiles gave you a sympathetic smile as he pulled up to Scott's.

Scott climbed in Stiles' back seat, glancing at you, consciously aware that you only smelled like mixed berry lotion, smiling, "Hey, Y/n, how was your day?" You shrugged, "The usual, excited for some pack time." Scott listened to your steady beat, kicking himself for even listening. The ride to Dereks normal while you intently listened to Stiles ramble. It was impossible not to notice that something was bothering Scott, you just hoped it wasn't you.

Scott was the first to knock on the door, Stiles following impatiently while you stood behind the two men. Derek slid the door open, looking over the two men and directly smiling at you, welcoming you all in. You followed closely in behind Stiles, narrowly missing Derek. You sense him reaching forward, out for the small of your back, you quickly stepped out of the way and to the kitchen, hoping your heartbeat was steady. "So what am I making?"

You worked on finishing up the tacos, careful to clean up any mess you made and wash the used pans. You had Liam lay out the table who was cooling off from a tough session with Isaac. He was really slinging the plates down, you put your hand just inches from his, stopping him from laying another plate down, "Liam," his eyes connected with yours, "listen to my heart, get yours to match it." Liam shook his head, starting to lay another plate down, clearly frustrated, but you spoke again, "Liam," you sighed, "it is okay to lose control and get angry, but get it back. Take a breath, control your heart rate, ground yourself." Liam took a deep breath in as you guided him, smiling at you before gently setting the plates down. You could feel the anger dissipating from him as he did.

"Thank you for helping," you muttered as you rubbed his shoulder comfortingly, making sure your sleeve covers your bare hand, smiling at him, "I'm gonna go get them." You walked into the training room, sweat and power smacking you in the face, "Dinner's ready!" Scott and Derek let go of each other, playfully draping their arms around each other, "You wanna spar, Y/n?" Derek asked and you laughed, a sound that blessed his ears, "Uh, no thank you, I'll leave that to the big bad wolves." Scott smiled, "Come on! Even Stiles trains!" Stiles jumps at this, pointing to Scott, "Hey!" Causing everyone to erupt into laughter, you smiled, "Who else is gonna cook?" At that Stiles interjected again, heading to the meal, "Not it!"

After you all ate you helped Liam collect and wash dishes, Derek watching you dodge every corner of the tablecloth, studied your moments as you put up pates, careful to not touch them with your bare hands. He thought to himself as he watched you that he was reading way too much into it. That you were just a private polite person, but something was rubbing him the wrong way, something he was missing. As you put away the last dish, Stiles stood up, smiling, "Bye, sour wolf." Derek glared at him but turned to you who was side by side with Stiles, your arm around his waist, also heading out, "See you later, sour wolf."

Scott trailed behind, making sure you and Stiles were out of earshot. "Man, what is your problem I can literally see the fury coming off of you." Derek glared at Scott, "Y/n, she just-" Scott rolled his eyes, "You can't be serious, not with this again." Derek rubbed his face, "Man, I'm telling you," he shook his head, clearly troubled, "She won't let me touch her! At all, I'm talking not even an accidental brush," Derek spoke lower, "She wouldn't train because that causes sweat, we could smell her, won't even touch the tablecloth. She washes every dish she uses, won't touch the plates with her bare hands? The plates?" Scott could tell Derek was genuinely upset by this, "Why does this bother you so much man?" Derek sighed, "I don't know," he drug broth his hands over his face, an attempt to rub the stress away, "I don't think she'd hurt us of course, but she's definitely- Scott, there's too many questions I need answered." Scott sighed, "Okay, if it means that much to you, I'll look into it." Scott started walking and that's when you snapped back into Stiles honking the horn of the car, you giggling with him as Scott came rushing out.

How much longer could you hide your secret?

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