#bee's writing

[hiraethhh-h]

to a new beginning

note: literally writing this because the boyband leaks got me so excited i started fucking squealing and stomping my feet. enjoy <3

pairing(s): sett x gn!reader, aphelios x gn!reader, sett x aphelios

wc: 753

“are you sure he’ll like this phel?”

aphelios gently placed his hand atop yours with a reassuring squeeze. “of course he will.” came aphelios’ soft voice. his dark gray eyes shone with warmth. a small smile began to form on your lips at the sight. with a firm nod, you looked to the hat you held in your hands.

it was a dark maroon beanie you had hastily knit, as the debut for aphelios and the others’ band was quickly approaching. it felt right to give such a gift of encouragement to sett. alune had already gifted aphelios a new headset so he could properly edit the mixtapes he and the others made. there was a matching dark pin on the front of the beanie. carefully, you moved one of the floppy ears out of the way. there were three main symbols on the pin; a sun, a moon, and a star all interwoven in some way. you had thought it fitting for your guys’ relationship.

the sound of jangling keys caused both you and aphelios to look over to the front door. it swung open, sett quick to emerge with a tired sigh. aphelios gave your hand one final squeeze before going to greet sett. the taller male pressed a quick kiss against aphelios’ dark teal hair, his other hand going to give aphelios’ hips a small squeeze. “hey mooncake.” sett greeted gruffly. he unceremoniously dumped his dark duffle bag onto the floor next to the door. with the dark gray tank top and light gray sweats sett wore, it was easy to tell he had just come from the gym.

sett was quick to call your name out. his golden eyes scanned your figure, a brow raised in silent question. “you look worried. did something happen?” aphelios took sett’s larger hand in his own, guiding his boyfriend to where you were seated on the couch. your eyes darted to aphelios, full of uncertainty and hesitation. your lover only gave you a small nod, the faintest of smiles on his lips.

“everything’s… fine, i just…” you exhaled shakily. “here, come sit.” you scooted further onto one side of the couch, gently patting the spot next to you. the cushions shifted under sett’s weight as he got comfortable. with a shaky breath, you cleared your throat shortly after. slowly, you lifted the beanie into sett’s view.

“i, uh… made this for you. since you guys are having your debut soon, i wanted to give you something.” you reached upwards to carefully place the beanie atop sett’s head. you gently brushed out any of his damp crimson locks out of the way. afterwards, you sat across from your boyfriend with your hands folded in your lap, unable to stop yourself from fidgeting with your fingers. you had slanted the beanie a bit in the end, as sett’s hair wouldn’t allow you to properly straighten the edges. the pointed ears of the beanie now stood attentively, which looked quite cute on sett’s built figure.

sett’s gaze softed, a lax smile finding its way to his face. he was quick to wrap his arms around you and pull you into his embrace. the smell of old spice flooded your senses and it was anything but overwhelming. “it looks fuckin’ cute.” he told you. sett gave you a small squeeze, leaning down to press a kiss to your cheek. you giggled upon feeling the faint stubble on his chin graze your skin. “thank you. and you ain’t gotta be nervous when giftin’ me stuff. if it’s from you or phel, i don’t give a damn what it is. i’m just grateful you thought of me.”

you could feel your heart melting in your chest at sett’s words. you wrapped your arms around his torso in return, resting your head on sett’s chest with a growing smile. behind you, the couch dipped yet again. you looked over at aphelios, a warm look in his eyes at the two of you being so close. but there was another look in his eyes as well.

“nuh-uh, don’t you say it phel. i can see it in your eyes.” you huffed with a chuckle. aphelios gave a chuckle of his own, soon to wrap his arms around you with his hands resting atop sett’s. he rested his chin on your shoulder, pecking your cheek with a smile.

together, the three of you remained in a group hug until sett proposed properly cuddling inside his bedroom to which you and aphelios happily agreed.

#bee's writing #league of legends x reader #league of legends #aphelios #sett #aphelios x reader #sett x reader #sett x aphelios #aphelios and alune #alune

[bee-the-loser]

₊ ⊹☼ THE GIG ☼⊹ ₊ ──────────────────── ⋆⋅☼⋅⋆ ─────────────────── ₊ ⊹☼ Pairing: Jay x reader ₊ ⊹☼ Synopsis: Reader was invited by their friend to the gig, who just so happens to be the band's stylist, and manages to make eye contact with the electric guitar player. ₊ ⊹☼ Genre: Band au, basement gig, snarky characters ₊ ⊹☼ Word count: 1,023 ₊ ⊹☼ Warnings: None that I can think of ₊ ⊹☼ A/N: This is my first time writing fanfiction and honestly it's not amazing, but I'm here to learn and practice so oh well ╮(︶▽︶)╭ ──────────────────── ⋆⋅☼⋅⋆ ─────────────────── Maybe it was the constant talk about relationships and the expectation that you were meant to fall in love someday that resulted in the overthinking you were doing right now or maybe it was the constant force feeding of romance that media shoves down everyone’s throats; either way it resulted in those words spewing out of your mouth before you could even stop yourself.

“They’re really hot,” you mentioned, “the one playing the electric guitar on stage. He’s got that effortlessly attractive look about them, like you know they don’t even need to try to achieve it.”

Leaning back against the sidewall you were standing against, you surveyed the crowded basement room that was lit up with red LEDs, almost like a warning sign trying to alert you to change your mind before it was too late. You didn’t pay much attention to them then, but reflecting back now on that night you wish you had taken it as a sign and ran away as you were now too far gone.

You hadn’t lied though and from the looks of the crowd surrounding the old makeshift stage you weren’t the only one who had noticed it as well. Both girls and boys alike were swarming and batting their eyes at each member of the band. Honestly it made you want to puke a little with how love sick everyone seemed. He was attractive though with his bleach blond hair and a simple yet somehow sophisticated look.

Even though he had managed to catch your eye, you definitely weren’t looking for anything, mainly mentioning it to have something in common with the girls you had been talking too. Love had never been your forte, never feeling much in relation to anybody, so sometimes you would lie. You would use pretty words spoken in a sweet tone as a way to weaponize love when moments like these came about. Making the topic into a double edged sword piercing both sides of the conversation equally. Pretending to have crushes on strangers allowed you the safety net that came as a result of never seeing them ever again. You can fake being upset until the girls successfully get off your back and then you’re free from romance and couples until the cycle inevitably has to start again another time. How no-one has noticed at all shocks you but hey, you weren’t going to attract attention to your little scheme for no reason.

The tipsy girls that were keeping you company started to giggle a little more than they would usually though, and that’s when you mentally clocked back into the scene and noticed those eyes on you. Honestly, fate seemed to be a little too cliché at that point as your eyes met. Unlike the stories though, there was no fireworks or tunnel vision, you weren’t the protagonist in some romance novel, where this would be the moment that you noticed one another for the first time. In your opinion, you suited the sidekick character a lot better, being able to provide the witty commentary and call out the others on their bullshit when things started to become too much.

You certainly weren’t here for love like any of the other potential hook ups waiting to happen in the crowd that were swooning up close, instead coming to support your younger friend who had managed to become a stylist for the band somehow. You had plans to hang out together after the night ended and he got the ticket free as a bonus. Niki had always been good at fashion, but you were happy he was finally being taken seriously after some past experiences. You weren’t looking to fight anymore pissed-off strangers who got upset after he commented on their outfits, although it was unlikely those would be the last times even with his new gig.

Finally, guitar boy as you had dubbed him in your head moved his eyes off you, and the set came to a close. While the others moved outside with the swarm, trying to catch the band members when they head out, you stayed put waiting for Niki to come find you.

You were never the most patient person in the world and when 20 minutes later he still hadn’t emerged from the backstage, you were tempted to storm in without a care. Before you could move and potentially get thrown out, guitar boy entered to pack up some of the sound equipment. He noticed you at the same time you did and again the two of you locked eyes.

“Fans were meant to have left 20 minutes ago,” he snarked as he made his way to you.

“Who said anything about being a fan,” you shot back, “I’m waiting for Niki actually.”

“Oh? And how do you know him?”

“Not that it’s any of your business but we grew up together, and we’re meant to have plans to hang out this evening so he better get a move on before I leave his ass here and just go home.”

Somehow the tension seemed to be rising between the two of you, and you hadn’t realised how close you both had gotten until the creak of the stage door alerted the two of you to the situation at hand. He took a sharp step back before anyone could potentially notice and finally, Niki stumbled through with his bags, running up to you in a daze ranting about whatever topic that his hyperactive mind was focusing on right then. “Ahh y/n sorry for the wait, we can go now.” As he almost skipped up towards the exit, he seemed to clock that you weren’t alone and casted a look over his shoulder shouting “Bye Jay, hope you didn’t give them too much of a hard time”.

You grabbed some of his stuff that he dumped for you to take and slowly made your own way up the dimly lit staircase, however, before leaving you turned around one final time to see guitar boy, now known to be Jay, watching you with a somewhat intense gaze and then the doors swung shut behind you.

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#bee's writing #enhypen scenarios #enhypen fanfiction #enhypen band au #enhypen x reader #jay x reader #enhypen fics #enhypen imagines #enhypen fluff #park jongseong #ni ki

[otomes-and-tears]

Can you do headcanons female x step 2 Qiu from our life? i would like to see what would Qiu would try doing if Mc gotten bullied at all (sorry if i spelled anything wrong)

♦ Qiu finding out fem!MC is being bullied ♦

► tags/warnings: discussions of bullying

► words: 514

► A/N: No worries! I could understand you perfectly <3 Hope you like it!

► Masterlist

Something was wrong;

Qiu didn’t know exactly what it was at first— only that MC started acting strange, and would insist that everything was alright when asked;

At first, Qiu thought they had done something wrong;

Maybe they accidentally offended her? Maybe they took a joke just a little too far and she was hurt by it?;

But strangely, she would act relatively normal when they were together in the neighbourhood;

They still had the sense that something was bothering her, by the way her laughter always seemed to cut too short and her mind seemed to wander elsewhere;

But it wasn’t a discomfort because of them;

She’d lean in while they talked and welcomed Qiu’s affection, just like she used to;

But as soon as they entered the school, it was like a switch flipped;

Mc got quiet, nervous and tense;

And Qiu still didn’t know why;

They weren’t one to stick their nose where they didn’t belong— Qiu was much too busy to care about teenage drama, after all;

But MC was someone important, someone who mattered so much to them, and they just had to make sure everything was alright;

So they started digging;

They started mentioning MC in conversation, more than they used to, and tried to get information out of their classmates;

Qiu ignored all the comments they made about their little crush. This was too important;

Ironically, it was when they were least intending to that they accidentally stumbled into the answer to all of their questions;

Qiu was looking for one of the gloves they had misplaced when they caught a couple of girls they vaguely recognised intimidating MC;

They wasted no time in making their presence known, calling their dear friend’s name loud and clear;

The girls froze when they made their way to the group, offering their hand to their friend and being purposefully cold to the other girls;

Qiu didn’t really bother with intimidation or revenge. No. Their friend was their priority;

So they led her away, making sure to take her to somewhere quiet where they could talk in peace;

I think that Qiu would do their absolute best to comfort and reassure MC. Even if teenaged Qiu acts much differently than their child-self, I think a lot of their behaviours and actions to comfort MC would remind her of their younger self;

In the next following days, Qiu would maybe be slightly too overprotective;

They try to be subtle about it, but she can’t ignore the way they keep making excuses to hang around her;

And all their efforts to make sure that the girls who have been bothering her don’t approach her anymore;

The way that Qiu deals with the bullying is kind of swift and ruthless. They know they are popular, and that their word for whatever reason has influence over the school, so they’d take advantage of the rumour mill by being 100% truthful about everything that happened;

And by making sure people know that Qiu would not tolerate this kind of behaviour towards other people— especially their friends.

#bee's writing #our life: now & forever #qiu lin #olnf #olnf hcs #if mc starts feeling guilty about involving qiu in her mess they would absolutely NOT stand for that #they might not like dealing with these situations but mc takes priority #she won't ever be a bother and they make sure she knows how appreciated she is

[demoneyecandy]

A New Cure for Insomnia

This is my first fic! It ended up being way longer than I intended and there’s more fluff and self-insert stuff than intended but there is also very much smut.

Work: A New Cure for Insomnia WC: 7.6k Relationship: Beelzebub x Reader, Beelzebub x MC AFAB reader, she/her pronouns and gendered terms for reader Warning: Explicit

Description:  M/C hasn't been able to sleep through the night in a week. Luckily, she runs into Beelzebub, who might have just the solution she needs.

M/C knew two things before she even opened her eyes; first, it was too damn early too be awake. Second, there was no way she was going to fall back asleep easily. Still, she tried to fight against what she knew to be true, keeping her eyes shut and praying to whatever deity was listening that she would be able to sleep until at least a semi-reasonable time. After what felt like an hour, but was more likely just a few minutes, she opened her eyes and flipped over towards where she left her phone to charge overnight.

“Are you shitting me?” she muttered to herself, rolling her eyes. It wasn’t even 3:30 in the morning.

She didn’t know why she was surprised – it had been like this for a week. She’d try to sleep at a normal time, only to wake up again in the middle of the night and lay awake for about an hour or two before eventually drifting back to sleep. M/C would normally spend that time scrolling through Devilgram, or sometimes texting Leviathan since he was the only brother that would be on his phone that late. Until tonight, she had refused to leave her bed. It felt like admitting defeat to do any bit of her morning routine during this hour, but if that’s what it took then tonight she was going to admit defeat. Laying in bed wasn’t helping her fall asleep again any quicker, so she decided to try a new approach.

Throwing a robe on over her nightdress, she rolled out of bed. Keeping her lights off to maintain the slim chances she had of falling asleep again sooner than later, she very carefully opened and shut her door, trying to make as little noise as possible. Her bare feet padded along the carpeted floor of the hallway until she found her way to the kitchen. Now she was faced with a dilemma. She wanted to keep the lights off to avoid waking up further, still desperately holding onto her dream of falling back asleep. Unfortunately she was not physiologically blessed with well-adapted features like the demons she lived with. She could not see in the dark, and if she felt around there was a risk she’d grab someone else’s food by mistake and start a fight in the morning when Beel was accused of eating the food, or worse – if Beel thought that someone else knowingly ate his food. M/C was not prepared to accept responsibility for that level of carnage. Compromising, she pulled her DDD out from the pocket of her robe and flipped on the flashlight. As she pointed the beam of light towards the cabinet labelled “human safe snacks”, two big eyes reflected back at her from the dark. “Fuck”, she whispered, clutching her chest “you almost gave me a heart attack, Beel”. She always forgot that their eyes reflected light like cats – she supposed it was necessary when living for centuries, if not millennia, in such a dark place. The brother in question swallowed whatever was in his mouth and grinned at her, “Hi, M/C. Did you get hungry too? Or are you still having some trouble staying asleep?”. She nodded. A small frown graced his face as he remembered his own struggles with nightmares. He hoped she didn’t have to deal with anything so awful.

She had mentioned to the brothers in passing that she hadn’t been sleeping very well over dinner, and Levi obviously knew from her uncharacteristically late texting, but she didn’t want to bother them or worse, worry them. They were so protective over her. In a way she appreciated it. She liked feeling so loved. On the other hand, it could feel smothering at times – like anything she did, she had to worry about how it would impact her boys. That was part of the reason she had never acted on her crush on Beelzebub. His brothers would riot.

The gentle giant had caught her eye from when they first met. He was absolutely gorgeous. Over time, she got closer to him. After they formed their pact together he had latched on to her and, to be honest, she had encouraged it. More time with him was a good thing in her book, even though she was always worried he’d catch her blushing or staring at his muscular arms and put two and two together. His brothers sometimes acted like he was stupid, but one thing she knew for sure was that he was anything but. He didn’t say as much as some of his brothers and he did talk about food quite a bit, but she felt that she understood why. His sin had to be painful. When she was hungry she could barely think her way out of a paper bag, so for him to be consumed by hunger more often than not and still manage to be as kind and gentle with her as he was? She admired him for it.

The sound of a cabinet door opening brought her back to reality. Beel pulled two things down from the shelf. M/C placed her phone face-down on the counter to still provide just a bit of light over a wider area. She smiled brightly at the items in front of her – her favorite mug and some sleepy-time tea from the human world. Her heart warmed as the red-head turned away from her to fill the kettle with water and place it on the stovetop. She remembered telling him once when they first began their friendship that she didn’t even particularly prefer the taste of that specific brand of tea, but she loved the silly drawing of the bear in pajamas on the box. It was a one-off comment, but he had listened and remembered all of these months later. How could she not fall for this giant goofball?

“Thank you, Beelzebub”, she said quietly. The sleep was still lingering in her body, making it hard to do much but mumble and yawn, but she knew she was going to be awake for the foreseeable future.

“Of course”, he replied.

The two sat in comfortable silence waiting for the kettle to boil. The only sounds were the steadily heating water and the muffled sounds of chewing coming from the demon across the counter from her. As the water reached a boil and the scream of the kettle pierced the air, Beelzebub brushed the crumbs from his hands and got up, crossing the kitchen in just a few strides and turning off the burner. Just as quickly as he left, he returned, filling the mug before her with hot water and watching the color flood out from the teabag.

“Be careful, it’s hot”, he cautioned. She thanked him and took the mug in her hands just to feel the warmth through the ceramic. They sat in silence just a big longer while she enjoyed the aroma of chamomile filling the room.

“Do you want to talk about it?” the demon didn’t even look up from his bag of spicy chips. Whether it was that he didn’t want to pressure her, or that he really was that focused on his chips, she couldn’t say.

“I think I’m just stressed – this happened once before, when I was back in school. It was my senior year and I realized I had two weeks left to write a thirty page essay from scratch. I got it done, but my sleep schedule was all messed up and took awhile to right itself again. Really, all I can do is deal with it for now unless I find a new way to fall asleep”.

“I see”, he seemed to think a bit on his response, almost like he was trying to solve a puzzle. “What have you tried?”.

“Well,” she thought back on the last seven nights, “I tried scrolling through my phone, I tried talking with Levi, and I’ve tried just lying there and hoping I fall back asleep”, his face became almost imperceptibly more serious at the mention of his older brother. Before she could look closely enough to see if he really did seem upset by something she said, his face had relaxed back to its normal state.

“Does anything else work for you?”

“Back home in the Human Realm, we have a supplement called ‘melatonin’, sometimes that will help but I already checked with Lucifer and it seems like there’s nothing in the Devildom with similar effects that wouldn’t kill a human. I’ve asked him to pick some up on his next trip, but that doesn’t help me now. Maybe a hot shower? But I’m worried that running a bath would wake the others up, and I don’t want to be a bother. I know it’s not a school night but you guys still have lives, I don’t want to deprive you of sleep. Especially Asmo – I think he’d kill me”. Beelzebub laughed at the image of an angry Asmodeus. Not because Asmodeus wasn’t terrifying when he was angry, but because the Devildom would freeze over before any of his brothers would harm her. Well, harm her now. She had become so dear to them in the months they’d known her – it was like they were new demons when they were around M/C.

Focusing again on the issue at hand, Beelzebub rested his hand on his chin, putting his now empty bag of chips in the growing pile of packages left empty from his nightly snack. From the looks of it, he had been in the kitchen for some time before she interrupted him. His brow furrowed in concentration, wanting more than anything to help her feel better.

After a minute spent under the sixth-born’s intense gaze, an occasional hum escaping his lips as he thought about her predicament, the human woman noticed the eyes of her demon brighten and a cheerful grin cross his face. Before she knew it, he was at her side, scooping her into his arms.

“What are you doing???” she whispered desperately, clinging to his well-sculpted arms out of fear of falling.

“Helping you sleep”, the man carrying her in his arms said this like it was the most obvious thing in the world, but without a hint of condescension. And with that, he whisked her away from the kitchen and towards the room he normally shared with Belphegor. Seeing no sign of the seventh-born, the human breathed a sigh of relief. He must be in the attic tonight. At least he wouldn’t get any blackmail material out of this situation. Beelzebub set her down in front of a door she hadn’t noticed before.

“What are we doing in your room, Beel?”

“You said a hot shower could help you sleep, right?”

“I did, but I also said that I didn’t want to wake anyone up”.

“That’s why this is perfect!” he smiled brightly, so clearly proud of himself, “Lucifer had a shower put in for when I come back from Fangol practice late. No one will be able to hear the water running”.

She was about to dismiss the idea- it felt intimate, using Beelzebub’s private shower, and the thought turned her as red as his hair. That is, until she looked up at his beaming face. How could she say no to those puppy dog eyes? Did he have any idea that she, his tiny little human, would move mountains for him? She could take a little embarrassment. And besides, he had a point. A shower really couldn’t hurt, and he would be in the other room, so what’s the issue?

“Okay” she smiled gently but sincerely. “Thank you Beel, I really appreciate you looking out for me”.

“Of course”. With that he walked into the bathroom and turned on the water, making sure the temperature wasn’t going to freeze or burn her. He was still learning about humans but he was fairly certain he’d become more aware of their physical limitations.

The human sat on his bed awkwardly, waiting for the go-ahead to enter the bathroom. She winced when he turned on the light, willing herself to adjust to the change more quickly.

“Come in,” she heard, and she walked towards the sound of running water, only to stop short at the threshold of the room. In front of her was Beelzebub, in the process of taking off his own pajama shirt, his necklace bouncing against his neck as he pulled the garment over his head.

“I am so sorry Beel,” she stuttered, averting her eyes. Though it was not the first time she had seen him shirtless, it was certainly the first time his hands had drifted towards the waistband of his pants while she was there to see. “I must have misunderstood – I’ll go back to my room. Have a good ni-“. Before she could finish her sentence and die of embarrassment in the safety of her own bedroom, she felt a hand close around her wrist and hold her steady.

“Where are you going?” Damn those puppy dog eyes. He looked confused and concerned.

“I – to my room?”, she stumbled over her words, equally confused. Did… did he want her to stay?

“Why? Did I do something wrong?”

“Absolutely not, I just thought you’d like your privacy, since you look like you’re about to use the shower. I thought you were offering it to me, but that was my mistake, I can leave now”. She was making eye contact with the handsome man now, if only because she was terrified she’d stare at his pecs until the end of time if she didn’t give herself something else to focus on.

“Oh, I get it”, the smile returned to his face, though smaller. “I don’t mind sharing, M/C. I made the temperature safe for humans too, feel it”, he took her by the wrist still in his grasp and very gently brought her hand through the open glass door of the shower so she could feel the water. She had to admit, it was the exact temperature she liked.

“Beel, do you know what showering together means for humans? Because I need to be sure that we’re on the same page before I agree to this”. The woman maintained eye contact, although it was becoming increasingly difficult to keep her eyes above his collarbones. His beautiful, delicate collarbones. He really was sculpted by God himself, wasn’t he? God couldn’t take credit for the upkeep of his creation though. Beelzebub really took care of himself for someone who could put away food quicker than an industrial garbage disposal.

“Satan leant me a book once where the characters took a shower together. They liked each other. I really like you, M/C. Don’t you like me?” Her breath caught in her throat. Both at the implication that Satan had loaned a raunchy romance novel to his brother, and that he had those kinds of thoughts about her.

“Definitions are important here, Beelzebub”. She hoped he knew she was being serious since she was using his full name. “How do you like me?”

He guided her hand from where it was still paused between them, dripping from testing the water just moments ago, and brought it to rest against his chest. “I’ve seen how you look at me, M/C”. His voice took on a seductive quality she could barely have imagined from the earnest sixth-born. “I think we like each other the same way”. With his other hand, he brushed her hair behind her ear and cradled her face in his large, calloused hand. She leaned into his touch and allowed herself to relish the feeling.

“Beel, I really care about you. Not only as a friend, but romantically as well. You mean so much to me and I don’t want to ruin this in a moment of weakness. I need to hear you say it”. She spoke into his palm, half hoping he wouldn’t hear her.

Whether it was lucky or unlucky, demons have excellent hearing, and there was no way he could ever mistake what he heard. Tilting her chin up with the hand she had been nuzzling, the demon bent closer and looked deep into her eyes, trying to convey what he knew he never could with words. They weren’t sure which one of them moved first, but before they knew it their lips had met in the middle. The kiss was soft and chaste, but they could feel how sure the other was that this was what they wanted. There was no hesitation on the part of demon nor human, only a feeling they might one day dare to call love.

“M/C”, he whispered against her lips, “you know I’m not as good with words as some of my brothers. Will you let me show you how I feel about you?”.

Rather than respond with words, the woman decided to follow his lead, and leaned in to join their lips once again as she nodded her agreement. She shimmied her robe off and let it drop to the floor before placing both of her hands back on Beelzebub to feel the muscles she’s dreamt of for months. Beelzebub’s hands settled themselves on her waist, squeezing gently as though reminding her that he is here, he knows her, and he wants her. Their kiss turned hungry as one of his hands slipped down her leg, teasing the hem of her nightgown. The demon pulled away just long enough to look in her eyes and seek her permission. The human nodded and she took a sharp breath as she felt where his rough hands began to push her dress from where it rested at mid-thigh upwards towards her hips. His hands continued upwards, dragging the fabric along her body while feeling the curves that he had studied from afar for so long. M/C raised her hands and they regretfully broke apart as he pulled the clothing from her body, leaving her only in a thin pair of panties.

The man took this pause to appreciate his human’s body- every stretchmark, every beauty mark, every dimple and freckle that had been hidden from his sight. He feels his sin begin to overtake him, desiring his dear friend’s body, wanting to metaphorically devour her until she screams his name. Not Mammon, or Asmodeus, or Leviathan, his name. Though envy was the third-born’s sin, Beelzebub himself felt more like the Avatar of Envy than the Avatar of Gluttony when he had heard M/C talk about how she had been texting Leviathan at night for the last week. He knew, rationally, why. Levi was a night owl, and they were good friends. Still, he had the thought, “why not come to me?”. He shouldn’t feel threatened – not only was Levi much too scared to ever make a move on M/C despite his fairly obvious crush, but the human exchange student was not actually his. Though he considered her his human and referred to her as such in his head, M/C shared a pact with his brothers as well. Tonight though, the melding of his gluttony and the unprecedented flood of envy he felt drove him to make her his.

His thoughts were interrupted by the object of his affections. “Your turn”, she said, sounding much more confident than when this encounter began. He grinned, and in one fluid motion he slipped off his pajama pants and let them join his shirt on the tile floor. He reached behind him to unclasp his necklace, but a small pair of hands grabbed onto his forearms in an attempt to stop him.

“Let me”, she wore a cocky grin. He turned around to face the mirror and bent down so she could reach his neck. In the mirror, though it was fogged by steam, he saw her stare intently at his back. She was focused on her task, but he was taken aback by the unexpected intimacy of the moment. He’d already stuck his tongue down her throat, but he was blushing at the tenderness of her removing his jewelry with such care. When he felt the leather cord leave his neck and heard the quiet clink of the tooth meeting the marble countertop, the giant couldn’t stop himself from turning around and standing to his full height. He held her tight to him, trying to memorize the feel of her skin on his and the way her heartbeat felt in her chest. She went along with his sudden movements, trusting him to keep her safe, and that alone just reaffirmed in his mind that he cared for her more than she would ever know. To trust him, a demon that could kill her in the blink of an eye, a demon who had even attempted to kill her on one occasion, brought him such a feeling of peace and gratitude.

Overpowering that feeling of peace, however, was the feeling of his cock hardening against the body in his grasp. The sound of running water and the feeling of her breath on his chest reminded him that there were time-sensitive matters at hand.

“Would you like to shower with me?” he asked, stepping back to appreciate her body once again, but holding her hands loosely in his so he could still feed his need for her body, just a bit.

“I would”. With a glint in her eye and a mischievous smile, she turned from him. He let her hands fall from his grasp, excited to have her entire body on his once again. The shorter of the two looked over her shoulder to be sure he was watching when she dropped her underwear, baring her ass to him and taking in his hungry expression. It only fed the fire growing in her belly. Now that they were doing this, she was going to make sure they did it her way. She wanted him to want her more than air, to feel like he’d die without her. Everyone knows that demons don’t handle temptation well, but this cocky, fragile human wanted to test his limits. If Lucifer knew what she was doing, tempting the most ravenous demon there is, he would be furious with her for so many reasons. That just made it more fun.

Turning back to face the shower, she stepped forward and let the steam envelop her like a warm hug. The shower was more spacious than it appeared at first. She had been slightly worried about fitting in a shower with the largest of the brothers, but she should have known that the eldest would have the forethought to make a Beel-sized shower. Leaning back, she let the water flow down her hair and back, taking in how good the pulsing showerhead felt on her tired body. Before she could enjoy the sensation for long, her companion stepped into the shower as well, closing the door behind them. The steam filled the shower more densely now that it had nowhere else to go, and the human pouted to herself that she wouldn’t be able to see her lover’s body as clearly.

As if sensing her displeasure, Beelzebub once again grabbed her by the wrist and led her hand to his chest. “Don’t worry, baby, you’ll get to look as much as you want later. After all, you’re mine now”. His voice was thick with want, “For now, touch”. Thinking he had the upper hand, he was surprised when he felt sharp teeth close around a spot on his chest, leaving a small red mark. A tongue came to soothe the sting, and his human stood on tip-toes to get close to his ear and whisper, “Oh, I’ll be touching. If I’m yours, you’re mine, and I plan to take full advantage”. His face turned red, and not from the heat of the water. His past lovers had all been passive, thinking that as a powerful figure in the Devildom that that’s what he wanted. This dynamic was new, but he wanted nothing more than to explore it.

Though she still could not see through the thick steam, M/C wanted to appreciate her demon’s body, Taking advantage of his shock, she pulled him to her and dragged his head down to meet in a passionate kiss. Needing more, she bit his bottom lip, demanding access to his mouth. He enthusiastically let her in,  letting her tongue twine with his while he eagerly explored her body with his hands. Normally, both of them loved to take their time, but months of romantic and sexual tension was coming to a head. M/C slipped her hands down his body, landing on his perfect ass. She couldn’t resist groping it, and when he moaned into her mouth she took that as a sign that she could grab him harder. His hands went to her breasts, one hand grabbing at one side and the other hand drifting to play with her other nipple, appreciating the noises of pleasure she made between kisses.

Standing beneath the water, they let their wet, naked bodies glide against one another. Beelzebub was once again taken by surprise when his little human shoved him against the wall of the shower. He moved to reach for her again, but she stepped back. “Stay,” she said. Though she had not used the power of the pact, her demon felt compelled to obey. Tilting the showerhead so she wouldn’t waterboard herself, M/C dropped to her knees in front of him, never once breaking eye contact. Her need to have him beg for relief hadn’t waned – if anything it had intensified. The determined look on her face excited Beelzebub. He didn’t know what she had planned, but he knew that when she decided on something there was no changing her mind.

The sixth-born stared intently as M/C nudged his thighs apart, one hand caressing the back of his calf and the other resting on his thigh. She left little kisses inside his thighs, starting just about his knees and traveling upwards along one leg. It was only now that she was able to see his cock, and the view was worth the wait. It took all of her self-control not to put her mouth on him, but she wanted him to unravel first. Looking up from between his legs, she saw him bite his lip and shut his eyes, trying so hard not to lose control with her.

“Look at me”, she said sternly, drawing his attention. “Your noises are mine. Don’t you dare keep them from me”. Powerless to resist, he released his lip from between his teeth and kept his eyes on the woman kneeling before him. She went back to her work, kissing and sucking and nipping at his skin, loving the sight of the bruises forming before her eyes. What she loved even more was the quickened breathing from the man above her. She wanted more of it.

Reaching the place where his thigh and groin meet, she licked and kissed at the delicate skin. His dick throbbed at the thought of her finally putting her beautiful lips around him. He almost cried when she pulled back and resumed her work on his other thigh. He had practice containing his sin, but he had much less experience with his brothers’ sins. He was no stranger to lust or greed, but for them to have this much control over him was new. His hands shook by his sides, trying to resist the urge to grab her by the hair and fuck her face like she was a toy. She knew exactly what she was doing. The human could feel the tension in his shaking thighs and his hands flexed only inches from her face. It was only a matter of time before his restraint ran out.

Leaning back on her knees and staring up at him, she scratched at his hips, earning a sharp intake of breath from her lover. “I’ll give you what you need”, she began, “if you beg”. Without hesitation, pleas fell from his lips, “Please, M/C, I need you. Please let me touch you, please touch me, I’ll take anything”.

“Then take it from me, love. Take everything you’ve ever wanted”. She had barely even finished speaking when she felt her demon’s hands gently make their way into her hair, tugging it into a makeshift handle. Glancing desperately into her eyes once more for permission, Beelzebub makes his hunger clear in the way he looks at his human. M/C could feel the wetness between her thighs, and she was sick of teasing herself along with her lover, even if seeing a powerful demon beg for her touch was something she feared she could get addicted to. Instead of reassuring him with words, she opened her mouth and looked up at him through her fluttering eyelashes, waiting to be used. Beelzebub pulled her to his crotch, allowing her to lick and kiss at the base of his cock, licking up the precum that had been flowing since he saw her in her nightgown. Her hand came up to gently massage his balls, making Beel throw his head back and moan.

“Fuck”, he said, mostly to himself, “you’re going to be the death of me”. He pulled her back, grabbing his cock with his other hand and slapping it against her cheek. Seeing the desperation in her eyes, he decided to have mercy and brought her lips just shy of the head of his dick, “Do you want to make me feel good, baby?” he asked. She nodded desperately, straining against his hold and trying to suck on his cock. Satisfied, he pulled her onto him, letting his human finally have a taste of him. Desperate to hear his moans, she sank down onto him, fighting through her gag reflex until her lips were pressed against the wild thatch of hair between his legs. Realizing she had fit him all, she let out a satisfied moan, rubbing her thighs together. Her moans were echoed by her demon, satisfied by the vibrations that her noises of pleasure caused. Shifting his hands to the side of her head, he pulled out slightly, then held her steady while he thrust into her throat. He wanted – needed - to feel her throat constrict around him as she struggled to breathe.

Eyes rolling back in her head, the woman could think of nothing but the way she could feel her throat bruising from his rough treatment. She brought her hands to his thighs, digging her nails into his skin. He gasped and pulled his human off of him, the slight pain having almost pushed him over the edge. Beelzebub knew he wouldn’t forgive himself if he came before he got to feel her cunt around his cock.

Offering her his hand, he helped her to his feet. He kissed her gently, trying to convey his appreciation for her and counter the rough treatment, though he got the sense from her dopey grin as he pulled away that she was having the time of her life.

“Do you think you can take me?”, he asked just loud enough to be heard over the roar of the shower. Thank goodness for Asmo’s constant baths, it meant Lucifer had gone for the largest water heater he could get his hands on a few centuries ago to avoid more complaints from the fifth-born about how he was “being punished for being beautiful” when the hot water ran out.

M/C looked down again at the monster between his legs. He was definitely larger than any human she’d been with before, but he was not so large that she feared for her physical safety. “Definitely not without some prep, I’m wet as hell for you but I’m not risking having to sit with an ice pack between my legs tomorrow. I really don’t want to answer any questions about that”. She laughed, a beautiful sound that brought a smile to his face, but he felt a new wave of possessiveness roll through him at the thought of his brothers knowing that he was the one who would be allowed to love her, to hold her, to fuck her until she cried. Beel may be one of the more low-key brothers personality-wise, but he was still a demon. It was in their nature to indulge.

Nodding to show he understood, Beel knelt where she had before, guiding her to the wall and maneuvering her thigh over his shoulder. He stroked her leg gently, looking up at her with a hungry grin. Knowing he was once again waiting for her permission, she nodded eagerly. He got closer to her sex, her legs spread for him and her arousal thick in the air, but stopped just short of where she wanted him.

This fucking tease.

He knows exactly what he’s doing, she knows it. He was clearly Lucifer’s brother, the family trend towards sadism shining through. She supposes that she was asking for it, making him beg earlier. That doesn’t make her like it any more.

“Please, Beel, I need you”, her voice was more like a whine than the confident tone that she’d been able to manage at the start of this. He let out a deep laugh, thinking her desperation was just intoxicating. Rather than drag it out, he told himself that he’d have so many more opportunities to make her lose her mind in any and every way he could imagine. He was sick of denying himself what they clearly both wanted. With that thought, he dove in like she was his favorite meal and honestly, she might be after this. None of the food he normally ate made such cute noises when he devoured it. She writhed against the wall, trying at first to find a handhold to ground herself along the walls of the shower, but quickly settled on grabbing a fistful of his bright hair and pulling him impossibly close to her. One of Beelzebub’s arms rose up to her waist, pinning her in place, while the other held her thigh up to keep her legs open for him. M/C could hardly distinguish the individual sensations, just that his tongue was hot and wet and eager on her cunt. Pulling harder on his hair, she almost screamed at the feeling of his moans against her. Beel likes a little pain, duly noted.

She was brought back into her body at the feeling of her lover shifting his attentions towards her clit, making room for him to gently feel around her entrance. It seemed he was taking her desire for more prep very seriously, which she appreciated since her human lovers rarely cared this much. The irony almost made her laugh. That ghost of a laugh turned to a gasp as he slipped one long, thick finger into her, quickly followed by a second when he met almost no resistance.

“Holy fuck” she moaned. The demon’s mouth left her skin and he stared up at her with starry eyes and a face absolutely coated in her slick. She had not been kidding about being wet for him, and his skilled mouth just exacerbated the situation. “Doing alright up there, cutie?” he asked his lover, wanting to hear her admit just how close he was to bringing her to orgasm as he continued to rub that spot inside of her that made her legs shake. “You know exactly what you’re doing to me, don’t pretend” she retorted, finding his smugness just irritating enough that she wanted to wipe that smirk off of his face.

Finding that a third finger fit inside of her with little resistance, he placed kisses along her hip and thigh, deciding she was as ready for him as he was willing to wait for. Another night, he’d have her begging for him to be inside of her but he quickly approaching the limits of his patience. Removing his fingers from her, he gently lowered her leg and rose to his full height. Staring down at her dazed expression and heaving chest, he kept his appetite at bay just a bit longer by tasting the remnants of her on his fingers and licking his lips.

M/C was furious at having her orgasm taken from her when she had been so close that there was no way that a being with as many years of sexual experience as him didn’t notice. Shutting off the water, the look in her eyes made it clear she was out of patience as well. She reached around the demon in front of her and flung open the shower door, telling him to get out and motioning towards the door to his bedroom with a jerk of her head. As Beel stepped out of the shower and cleared the path for her, she grabbed his hand and dragged him back towards his bed. Though he was much stronger and could resist her tugging with absolutely no effort, he wanted to see where she was going with this so he went along with his human’s directions. She tugged Beelzebub in front of her and placed two hands firmly on his pecs, pushing him back onto his bed. As hell went down, he grabbed her forearms, pulling her onto the bed with him, forcing her to straddle him to regain her balance.

Without the sound of rushing water, the human became more aware of the situation she was in. The only sound she could hear was the heavy breathing of herself and her partner. The water clinging to their skin was chilling with the air, sending a shiver down her spine. It was definitely the fact that she went from a hot shower to the chilly air of his bedroom, definitely not the anticipation from the fact that she could feel his cock pulsing underneath her or the anxiety she felt at not wanting to disappoint the object of her affections. That was her story and she was sticking to it.

Sensing a bit of her trepidation, Beel once again cradled her cheek with his large hand and stared at her with eyes full of adoration. “Hey”, he whispered.

“Hey”, she whispered back.

“We don’t have to do this if it’s too much” his voice was sincere and that alone was enough to settle her nerves. Rather than answer him with words, she bent down just the slightest bit and left a delicate kiss on the tip of his nose. Giving him a reassuring smile, she reached beneath her to grab his cock and rub it along her folds.

It took all of his self-control not to thrust upwards the second he felt his cockhead catch on her entrance. Focusing on his breathing, he rested his hands on her waist and looked up at her through thick eyelashes. Echoing her earlier plea, he told her to take anything she needed from him. Giving him one last smile, she lined him up with her entrance and began to slide down his length. Her eyes closed, trying desperately to commit this sensation to memory while he fixed his eyes on her face screwed up in pleasure and tried to commit that to memory.

Inch by inch, she eventually felt her hips make contact with his own. The human had never felt so pleasantly full, and her heart warmed at the pleased hum she heard come from the man beneath her. Opening her eyes, she gently brushed his hair out of his face, running her thumb across his cheek. With a gentle smile shared between them, she began to move. His hands tightened on her waist as she gained speed, using more force to bounce on her lover’s cock as she grew more confident. The orgasm she had been so close to before was quickly building up within her again, a warm feeling taking root in her stomach.

“Beel, please baby, I need more, I can’t move fast enough”, she scratched along his chest as she continued to ride him.

“Anything you need, I’m yours”. Her world spun and before she could process that he had flipped them, she was overcome with the feeling of him reaching deeper inside of her than she could remember feeling before, stretching her walls so very pleasantly. He thrust with reckless abandon, pulling her body to meet his movements like she weighed nothing. “So fucking tight, you’re squeezing me so tight, baby”, he mumbled. The two had entirely forgotten where and when they were, letting moans and grunts and praise tumble off of their lips as they had longed to for months.

“I’m close, M/C” he said, the plea implicit in his statement. Please let me cum. Her own mind going blank with pleasure as her orgasm overtook her, she couldn’t do anything but nod and wrap her legs around his waist tightly, hoping he understood that she wanted nothing more than for him to fill her with evidence that this wasn’t a wonderful dream, that this was real and had happened. Understanding, he nodded, and with a cry of her name she felt a heat spread through her. His thrusts slowed and stopped, and he dropped to his elbows in an attempt not to collapse on top of her. Her legs unwound from his body, collapsing to the sides.

The two laid in silence for a bit and tried to process what had just happened. What did this mean? What happens when the other brothers find out? Do they have a future together as two beings with wildly different lifespans and from two different realms? Somehow, each in their own heads, they decided at the same time that the other was worth it. Whatever the answers to those questions, they were willing to try if it meant that the other would be there when they woke up every morning and when they went to sleep at night. Beel turned the two of them onto their sides, still not leaving the warmth of her body. Taking a hand, he cradled her head against his chest, making a silent promise to protect her and be by her side as long as she would have him. As she closed her eyes and inhaled his scent, sleep finally coming to her, she made her own promise to bring a smile to his face every day.

After a discussion the next morning, the two had agreed to keep things to themselves until they worked things out more solidly. Unfortunately, nothing in the House of Lamentation can ever go the way that it should.

Beel left the room a few minutes before her, hoping not to arouse any suspicions. They checked each other’s necks and found no hickeys, they made sure their hair was combed out and they were wearing their own clothing, doing their best to avoid every pitfall that would reveal they had spent the early morning hours in each other’s arms. He left the room with his sweatpants slung low on his hips and his tight black tanktop showing off his muscular physique. She was so relieved to be able to drool over him a little more openly now. He gave her a kiss on her cheek and promised to save some food for her.

At breakfast M/C had barely sat down and greeted the brothers, minus Beel who was still in the kitchen, before she could feel sunset-colored eyes on her. She had expected Asmo to know, at some level, but she absolutely was not going to confirm anything for him. He had no proof.

“So,” Asmodeus began with his usual grin seeping through his voice, “the funniest thing happened last night”.

“Do tell, Asmo” she just wanted to get this interrogation over with. She knew without any kind of proof none of the other demons would take him any more seriously than usual, and they knew he loved to tease her with wild accusations and innuendos.

“I got in from the Fall at maybe 4am, and of course you know I just have to make sure that my skin stays in flawless shape, so I stopped in at the kitchen to grab that new face mask I showed you from the fridge”, the human felt some of the color drain from her face, but did her best to maintain a neutral expression. She had thought that Asmo would be staying over at Purgatory Hall with Solomon last night, but clearly she was misinformed. He probably got too drunk and they didn’t want to risk Luke being exposed to a sloshed Avatar of Lust. Suddenly her breakfast was just so interesting, she couldn’t possibly look up from her plate.

“You don’t say? I didn’t know they had the kind you needed to refrigerate in the Devildom”. A bold-faced lie. He’d brought you to a store that reminded you of Lush just last week to pick up a haul, and he had given you an hour long explanation on everything he had gotten, hoping it would rub off on you.

“That’s not the funny part”, he continued slowly, knowing he had you cornered. “When I passed the twins’ room, I felt the most delicious surge of lust. Would you happen to know anything about that, darling? I could’ve even sworn I heard some very familiar noises, given my sin”.

“Y’know Asmo, I wouldn’t. You said it was around 4am? It seems like it would be a little rude to me to ask your brothers if they had any particularly entertaining dreams, but that seems to be the only explanation”.

With that, he knew he had you. A Cheshire grin spread across his face in an almost unsettling way, “That makes sense. In that case, would you care to explain the little bitty human-hand sized scratch marks I saw on Beel’s hips when his shirt rode up earlier?”

Beel had wandered out of the kitchen just in time to hear the exchange and feel the stares of all six of his brothers bore into his skull.

Fuck. At least you’d found your new favorite way to beat insomnia.

#obey me smut #beelzebub x reader #beelzebub smut #obey me beelzebub smut #bee's buzzing #bee's writing #obey me shall we date smut #fluff and smut #beel x reader

[cloudofbutterflies]

Why I Choose To Hope

I choose to hope, not because of some blind optimism or sheltered nieve, but because I have seen and been shaped by some of the best and worst that humanity has to offer. I choose to hope because in a world of manufactured despair, to stubbornly, instantly, determinedly hope is one of the greatest acts of defiance at our disposal. 

#on humanity #on hope #on love #peopledom #bee's writing #oc #writing #poem of sorts #philosphy #hope #optimisim #hopepunk #reasons to hope

[bubblegumbeech]

Not a Home but a Haunt

Hello! I'm finally posting my piece for the @malevolent-fanzine :D

It's Here on AO3: Not a Home but a Haunt

#malevolent #bee's writing #malevolent fanzine #character death #AU #Horror #john doe malevolent #Arthur Lester #peter parker yang #blind!arthur

[tadfools]

requesting a vibe check! can someone do me a quick little favour and read this (is about 900 words) and tell me if it's a good opener for a story?

She could hear the fire crackling behind her, popping every so often with the remnants of the boar’s fat which had dripped within the pit several hours prior. It was a good find and, with Gale’s little freezing trick, would keep the group fed for at least another few days.

Tavris was almost hesitant to grab the animal’s carcass and take it back to the camp but Wyll and Karlach insisted. The placement was too perfect – the kill too clean. As if the beast was meant to be found.

Beyond that, Astarion had attempted to pull her attention from it in a way that opposed what she decided was his normal behavior. While they had only known each other for a handful of days, his need to draw her attention from the boar struck her as odd. Had Wyll not rolled it over with the heel of his boot, the two thin trails of blood clotting the fur of its neck would have gone unnoticed. Had Tavris not been slightly turned to the side, the motion of Astarion’s eyes darting away would have gone the same.

A problem for later she supposed. Everyone in the group was entitled to their own secrets. Astarion was no exception.

Their system for the night’s watch had gone well so far. With two of them being of the elven variety, it meant that watch could be split up between just the two of them while the others slept soundly for 8 hours. Though Lae’zel was prone to ‘scanning the perimeter’ before settling down, similar to a disgruntled housecat.

Tavris was meant to sleep first; with another three hours still to pass before her pale companion would end her meditation - if it didn’t come naturally to a close. She had pulled herself away from the group, stating that the sound of the river’s water aided her rest. Her back was now to the fire and the others sleeping soundly around its diminishing warmth. It wasn't necessarily a lie; the water’s babbling did help. Though not with any pathetic attempt at mediation. It was a distraction.

The gnolls that had ravaged that caravan… the blood of those accompanying it. All of it spilt poorly, with the same care a child would afford to throwing paint during a tantrum. It was disgusting.

Where was the artistry, where was the craft? The suffering of every human slaughtered there was ended quickly. The animals lunged for throats first. Pathetic. Would it have been so that she led the massacre, the suffering would have gone on for hours. The screams would have been savored with an expert’s care-

She snapped her eyes open, now faced with hands clenched into fist that sat in her lap. The deep purple of Tavris’ skin pulled taught around her knuckles as she flexed them. The thoughts weren’t getting any easier to push away. Her mind never stilled, near relentless in the horrors that would accost it at any given moment.

The most mundane of activities, it seemed, were tinged with depravity. Something as simple as cutting carrots for the stew which made the group’s dinner was twisted within brief flashes of each chop being a finger’s knuckle. The owner of the appendage howling in a pain that she reveled in.

The peeling of the onions was a task Gale gave to her after. Tavris could almost imagine it being the same as peeling back the skin of a face. An agonizingly simple motion, a simple pull of the ear and one could achieve a clean removal to the other side.

It was almost enough to drown out the prattling of her fellow wizard, who in the few days since they met, decided he was to be the group’s resident cook. There was a twinge in the back of her mind when she thought that. Not the mutilation of a man meant to be her friend, but in the idea that he could be considered an equal to her in any regard.

The magic that Gale played with wasn’t worth killing. It was meant for show - to impress others that were meant to die. Where Gale made a show of a flick of the wrist and bright colorful displays of sparks. She should’ve cut his hand off when she had the chance Tavris wield pure, concentrated death in her hands…it wouldn’t have been that hard to rot the wizard’s flesh.

None of that was within a line of thinking Tavris wanted to be anywhere near. She wanted to listen Gale’s stories of Waterdeep and learn how he casted spells like an art display.

It was easier to raise a corpse and have it an answer a string of questions than it was for her to produce a simple flame in the palm of her hand. Even in the fight against the gnolls, she wanted to lunge at them with a dagger instead of sending a bolt of radiant energy towards them from a distance. Why was that?

The headache which never fully left her thrummed in time with her heartbeat. A steady rhythm of blood which serenaded her in quiet moments. It was maddening.

What had she done before the nautiloid to be cursed with the inability to sit in quiet for even a moment? Tavris took in a deep breath and closed her eyes. If it was that painful to focus within, she would focus out.

The fire dying down, Karlach’s snoring, Shadowheart – or perhaps Wyll tossing in their bedroll, the river flowing away from them, frogs croaking and crickets chirping and the sound of… leaves crunching.

Crunching leaves that were all but muffled within the other sounds of the night. Had she not been actively listening the footfalls; they would have gone unnoticed.

#bee's writing #its going to be the bite scene in act one #you know whos crunchin those leaves #i didn't proofread this too closely

[tunnelsnacks]

Hey! I rewrote my fic that's just a fluffy heart string puller version of Deacon's finally affinity chat (ya know the one about his dead wife?) the links here if anyone wants to check out the updated version xx

He braids Norah's hair at the start, its cute

#deacon fallout 4 #deacon #fallout fanfic #bee's writing #im redoing every one i have up so rn there's only two that've been cleaned #if the sosu is named charlie you've found an old version! #fallout 4 #fallout #sorry for any typos ill catch them tomorrow its almost 1am for me

[bumblingbee1]

Random HudsonWeaver Headcanons

Requested by: None

Warnings: None

Ships: Hudsonweaver  

A/N: Dunno why, but I felt this boost. So I’d make it while the iron is hot. Figured I’d write some wholesome stuff, just because.

- Weaver’s favorite season is winter. The colder, the better. Hudson prefers spring and autumn, as they’re more in the middle.

- Grigori has grown used to cold climates during the most formative years of his life to the point where he just has a lot of natural body heat. Because of this, Jason calls him his “heater”. Weaver chuckles, and enjoys being cooled down by his partner when they cuddle.

- Whenever Grigori watches a movie where Russian is being spoken and without any offensive stereotypes, it brings a lot of joy to his heart. Because it’s the 80′s, he cherishes details like these a whole lot. Jason picks upon this, and is therefore very picky about what movies to rent/buy.

- One time, Weaver came home to Jason attempting to cook the former’s favorite Russian dish. Weaver was impressed by his lover’s effort to be in touch with his culture. The Russian grabbed the USAmerican and held him in one big bear hug.

- Jason secretly learns Russian to surprise Grigori. 

#hudsonweaver #jason hudson #grigori weaver #cod headcanons #cod imagines #cod #call of duty #call of duty black ops #call of duty cold war #bee's writing

[gravity-lifts]

Here’s my @mcytblraufest gift for @shadowsandstarlight! I hope you enjoy reading it at least a fraction as much as I enjoyed writing it for you <3

https://archiveofourown.org/works/40327668

#Bee's writing #please LMK your ao3 if you have one and i'll gift it to you there as well!! #it was a blast writing for you and I actually have another fic that follows your sci fi prompt much more closely that hopefully I will have #edited and ready to go soon #Last Life SMP #ZombieCleo #PearlescentMoon #Smajor1995

[blasteffect]

Celestial objects to scale in size, rotation speed and tilt. 

 Credit @physicsJ

#art #gif #cosmic #cosmos #cosmosgif #universe #scale #celestail #planet #earth #saturn #speed #nasa #jhuapl #bee's writing #imagery #physicsJ #size #rotation

[hiraethhh-h]

aphelios general s/o HCs

notes: aphelios brain rot go brrr bc i cannot find anymore crumbs of this man so i am making my own >:3 

also spirit blossom aphelios supremacy !!!

off the bat, aphelios’ love languages are quality time, acts of service, and physical touch.

due to his duties as a hitman-lunari, aphelios is away for weeks, sometimes months, at a time

so to see you patiently awaiting his return is a blessing.

he can’t thank you enough for your patience, so he does his best to convey his thanks through actions

sometimes aphelios will bring back beautiful crystalline trinkets, some of which alune helped him pick out if they had the time to

this man is also touch starved

i have a feeling aphelios comes off as very intimidating because of how quiet and sharp he is

but one touch is all it takes for him to melt into you

aphelios also gets flustered very easily, and it’s quite cute since his blush is very very visible due to his pale skin

he silently thanks alune for giving him and you privacy

mostly because he’s embarrassed when he becomes flustered so easily, but that’s something he’ll never admit to you or alune (maybe)

when aphelios returns from a mission, he is all over you

not in the sense that he’s touchy touchy, but aphelios leaves lingering touches on your body

maybe aphelios brushes his hand over your arm when you two pass by one another

or if he’s feeling bolder than usual, aphelios wraps his arms around your waist from behind

i don’t really see him as an initiator in the relationship, as he’s afraid of overstepping your boundaries

but sometimes he does take the helm if need be.

one of my personal headcanons about aphelios is that he’s unlabeled in terms of sexual orientation

and he has no gender preferences either !

#bee's writing #league of legends #league of legends x reader #aphelios #aphelios league of legends #league of legends aphelios #aphelios and alune #aphelios lol #aphelios x reader

[bee-the-loser]

₊ ⊹☼ BRINGING THE SUN AND STARS ☼⊹ ₊ ──────────────────── ⋆⋅☼⋅⋆ ─────────────────── ₊ ⊹☼ Pairing: Wen Junhui x reader ₊ ⊹☼ Synopsis: Jun enters both your cat cafe and your life on a random Thursday afternoon one day, leading to a connection bigger than both of you initially would have expected. ₊ ⊹☼ Genre: Cat cafe au, fluff, sunshine boy Jun, more reserved reader ₊ ⊹☼ Word count: 1,275 ₊ ⊹☼ Warnings: None that I can think of ₊ ⊹☼ A/N: Hope you all like this, my brain decided it was time to write and somehow this came into existence :D ──────────────────── ⋆⋅☼⋅⋆ ───────────────────

Maybe it was the way the sunlight was shining through the blinds of your small cafe “A Cats Comfort” or maybe it was the way his own smile seemed to rival the sun’s rays, but you found that you couldn’t help the corners of your mouth twitching upwards whenever Jun came around. He seemed to radiate warmth that filled anyone and everyone with infectious positivity, allowing joy to flourish. You never could have imagined that a few months ago, one afternoon would change your calculated every day routine.

It didn’t seem like anything special at first, just a regular Thursday afternoon, but looking back now you can’t help but feel like the world came to a halt for the moment where Wen Junhui walked into your café. He was curious of the new environment you observed as he entered, eyes scanning his surroundings until they inevitably fell onto you. That’s when you first really started to pay attention to him as a person, his cat like eyes locking onto yours and seeming to shine with something you didn’t have the time to determine before he came bounding up to the counter.

A little shyly at first, but gaining confidence the more he spoke, he let out a little ramble about how he discovered the place. “Hi there, I was wondering around the area looking for somewhere to grab a bite and then I saw this little place hiding away and couldn’t help but be enticed by the idea of coffee. Then I saw the cats and just needed to come inside, so I was wondering if I get an iced americano and pet some of the cuties about.”

You couldn’t help but let out a little giggle at the end that shocked yourself as you were typically a bit more stoic in nature, but something about this boy let your guard lower even in your first moments. “Sure, you can take a seat anywhere, treats are in the jar on the counter to the left and I’ll get started on your drink. Could I get a name, Sunshine boy?”

“Uh, Wen Junhui, just Jun works actually.”

“Thanks, I’ll bring it over when it’s ready.”

He blushed for a moment before retreating towards the other counter and you turned around to get started. The moments you took to make the drink seemed to stretch out and feel like eternity, when all you really wanted to do was observe the boy you couldn’t help but feel rivalled the sun. You were in for an even bigger shock though as upon walking over you couldn’t help but come to a halt as you took in the scene in front of you. It seemed his charms even worked on the feline species, as Bandit, the notoriously hard to win over older cat had been comfortably positioned himself lounging across Jun’s lap.

“I see you’ve made a friend there, huh Bandit, your normally rather specific with your choices. He hasn’t taken to anyone other than me before, you must be special then Mister Wen.”

“Oh, uh you can call me Jun, but he just needed a little scratch and love before he climbed right on top of me.”

“Well, I trust he has good tastes, here’s your coffee, I’ll be over there if you need anything…”

“Wait! Uh, would you be free to keep me company, no issue if you can’t, I just thought that since we’re the only ones in here...”

“Jun, it’s okay, I’d love to, give me one sec, to put some of this stuff down and then I’ll come sit down.”

You both spent the next two hours appreciating the company and conversation that felt natural to the both of you, before he eventually left with promises to return when possible.

And return he did.

Every week Jun would stumble into your little abode and spend time with both you and Bandit, becoming closer as you got to know each other. It wasn’t any surprise for you, when you inevitably started to fall for the boy you called sunshine and spent most afternoons either texting or hanging out with. He was just impossible not to like, which is why you were sure nothing would ever come from it, as a guy like Jun surely must already have someone who could give him the stars. You were content with admiring from afar as long as he continued to shine.

Eventually your lives started to overlap and intertwine even more, when you started to meet each other’s friends and spend weekends curled up watching shows at one of your apartments. Saturday nights becoming movie nights for the two of you, with occasional interruptions from the new combined friend group. Your close friends Seungkwan and Seokmin had really hit it off with his dance partner and roommate Soonyoung, when they first met one day at the café. As a result, they often burst through your door to spend time hanging out as a group followed by Jun and his other two roommates: a photographer and art enthusiast by the name of Xu Minghao and a university student by the name Lee Chan, with a strange nickname of Dino. Your week becoming much more enjoyable with the additions of them all into your life and you can’t help the smiles that now seem to come out whenever they’re around.

As it turns out though, you weren’t the only person who had a hobby of observing, as Minghao soon caught onto your little crush and liked to lovingly tease you about it in private. Your friendship allowing room for playful teasing and banter between the two of you, with a greater bond developing after you discovered your shared love of artwork. Although, he also became your biggest supporter in your little crush, which you did struggle to understand at first. You couldn’t comprehend how he thought you were worthy of bringing sunshine boy happiness and love. You were sure he deserved someone better than yourself, but Hao wouldn’t hear it and even pushed forward with encouraging you to confess. After then he would go out of his way to distract the others while you all hung out allowing the both of you some time to yourselves.

The result of which led to a moment on a warm, summer Saturday night, where the two of you found yourself sat watching the sunset on the local riverbank. The orange and pink hues highlighting the scene and making it feel like something out of a movie. Your bodies naturally coming to become close to one another until you were basically leaning on Jun while your eyes never left the sinking sun.

However, he couldn’t help but stare at your face as it lit up with the different hues that painted patterns across your features, his focus flickering to your lips more often than could be considered friendly. In the end, he couldn’t help himself. Maybe it was the sinking sun or the ways your eyes seemed to sparkle as you turned to face him that gave him the confidence.

Whatever it was though, he can’t help but thank the universe as your lips finally connect and the world jumps back into motion. His entrance into your life stopping your universe and allowing you time to run towards hope and happiness, before your kiss restarted the universe as your chase comes to an end. Your sunshine boy had brought it straight to your door.

And as the light disappears beneath the earth and the night encompasses the sky, you realise maybe you could give him the stars, just like how he gave you the sun.

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#bee's writing #seventeen fanfic #seventeen x reader #seventeen imagines #seventeen #seventeen fluff #seventeen scenarios #svt #wen junhui #wen junhui x reader #moon junhui #moon junhui x reader #minghao #xu minghao #lee chan #seungkwan #lee seokmin #creative writing

[otomes-and-tears]

thoughts on shiloh and jb,,,, theyre so fun to think abt as a dynamic no matter how u choose to slice it

THANK YOU FOR GIVING ME THE OPPORTUNITY TO TALK ABOUT THIS, ANON!! I want to smooch your forehead. I'm so happy rn.

Okay so-- I like to think that Shiloh initially only agreed to date JB out of self-interest, but eventually developed genuine feelings for her that he's in denial about.

We all know that he chooses to closely associate with people who will offer him something in return, and being with JB is DEFINITELY beneficial for him in the beginning:

First, by going out with her he's setting himself apart from the other jerks. He already acts differently from them, being nice, cheerful and helpful, and dating someone who others would consider desirable would do good for his social standing (and we know that shiloh has a bit of a reputation for being a manwhore, so actually settling down with someone for once would make him appear better) and it would solidify the idea that he's in the jerksquad by mistake and that he's "totally normal you guys" for people who still didn't catch on to him being a snake.

We also know that part of the reason is literally just that JB is the one thing that all the jerks have in common. They're all attracted to her in some capacity, and Shiloh can rub it in their faces in his own way that he "won" by being with her.

I think that JB being physically attractive and fitting his type are just minor points for him. If it was down to just physical attraction he wouldn't have bothered with a romantic relationship. He did, canonically, have a bunch of flings, so we know that for him accept a serious, exclusive relationship meant that there was a lot of incentive for him to do so.

So by all accounts, this is literally the perfect scenario for him: He's with someone attractive and fun, he pisses Pran off, people will see him in a better light and, the best part of all, JB is aware that he has ulterior motives and doesn't care about what they are, just as long he's praising her and being amusing.

There doesn't need to be any actual feelings involved. It's a mutually beneficial relationship that hinges on both parts fulfilling their pre-assigned roles. It's straightforward and uncomplicated, even if their dynamic is kind of fucked up if you think too hard about it.

But... And maybe this is just the hopeless romantic in me, but I do think that Shiloh eventually starts developing actual feelings for JB, and it would be fucking terrible for him.

There's this one post where GB lady talks about Shiloh's loneliness, and I think about it way too much. Even if you choose to see him as someone who just discards and replaces people in his life as soon as they're not of use anymore, he still feels isolated and lonely, because of course he does! Shiloh spent his entire life not letting people in and just following whoever established themselves as a leader, he even admits to it himself in Our life.

Shiloh doesn't have any actual, meaningful relationships because he can't have them and still maintain that same pattern of behaviour that he's used to, and letting go of these old habits would be incredibly difficult for someone whose entire childhood socialization was built onto this foundation.

Like-- I know that is a clichê for people to trace back everything to someone's childhood, but I cannot stress enough how CRUCIAL childhood socialization is for human development. Of course, people can grow and change even if they had difficult childhoods, but you need a good foundation in order to build healthy habits, and while Shiloh did have loving parents who wanted to do good by him, the behaviours and thought patterns he picked up during his childhood are still things we can see he struggles with throughout his life.

Building long-lasting connections with people means that he needs to allow himself to be vulnerable and genuine, It means that Shiloh needs to let go of the safety of the "boss and sidekick" dynamic that he's used to, and that especially, he would need to let go of his habit of entering relationships with the expectation of leaving them eventually.

I don't think these are things he's incapable of doing, if you choose to believe that he was being genuine with Liz during their conversation in OLBA, but these are things that he has resistance to trying because they have outcomes that are difficult to predict, and Shiloh is as his most comfortable when he's able to read someone and be what they need him to be or manipulate them into giving to him what he wants. He thrives on predictability and control.

I believe that actually falling in love with JB would be something he'd be in denial about for a long time. I think it would be hard for him to rationalise having actual, genuine feelings for someone after he spent an entire life avoiding them, and it would be even harder for him to deal with the very real possibility of this relationship having an expiration date, or, even worse, him wanting to be with her past her usefulness.

And it's not like he has anyone to talk to about these things, or that JB would even believe him if he admitted to actually liking her. I do think that Shiloh is the kind of person who would try to bury these feelings inside as much as possible to try and regain some sense of normalcy and you'd never be able to tell, bc he's just acting like normal.

By the prom scene, I think he actually likes her. I think he purposefully takes advantage of the fact that she doesn't take anything he says seriously to say things he actually means. I think him opening up about his manipulation tactics goes beyond him just wanting to manipulate her further (though I do think that keeping her interested enough she doesn't want to break up is a good motivator for him to keep on manipulating her too) and is also Shiloh's way of testing her boundaries and just how much she's willing to put up with if he starts being honest with her.

I don't think he knows whether or not to break up with her by graduation. She's asking him, but he doesn't know what to answer. Being with her beyond high school and putting effort into staying with JB long-distance doesn't really benefit Shiloh like it did when they were both in high school, and staying with JB long-term would mean that at some point he'd have to look deep inside and ask himself if he's willing to change.

And yeah, he's lonely, and he loves JB, but is that worth giving up everything you know?

Buuut if you want my honest opinion, which I'm guessing you do because you read through this mountain of text, I like to think that him allowing Liz back into his life is a good sign. It, at the very least, means that he is willing to maintain one relationship and that he's willing to be at least somewhat honest with someone. That's already miles better from where he was when Xoxo Droplets started.

By the way-- if you agree or disagree with anything I said here I'd LOVE to hear people's takes on this topic! I love talking about them!

#Shiloh makes me INSANE #I'm supposed to be studying for my organizational and industrial psychology test tomorrow but I'M HERE WRITING ABOUT SHILOH FIELDS #bee's writing #our life #xoxo droplets #shiloh fields #gb patch

[demoneyecandy]

Lust and Love - Part 1

Work: Lust and Love (Part 1)

WC: 6.4k Relationship: Asmodeus x Reader, Asmodeus x MC AFAB reader, she/her pronouns and gendered terms used for reader Warning: Explicit, Angst, Hurt/Comfort

Yes, my Asmo is probably ooc, do I care? Not really. He’s my poor little meow meow and I’ll decide why he’s crying.

Description: Asmodeus is having trouble with self-destructive habits, as usual, but this time M/C is there to break him out of his spiral. He shows his appreciation in a very on-brand way.

The fifth-born knew that people talked about him. How could they not? He was simply the most interesting being in all three realms, who could blame them? Some would call him flawless, confident, and sensual – he wasn’t prized in the Celestial Realm for nothing. Others called him vapid, self-absorbed, apathetic, loose, among other nasty comments. If anyone asked, he’d reply that he didn’t pay any attention to the haters. Why would they matter when everyone else knows he’s perfect? And if anyone noticed that after a day with more insults than usual Asmo would be tanked within half an hour of leaving the house? Well, that was just a coincidence. They all know he loves to party, don’t make it a bigger deal than it needs to be.

With the introduction of social media to the Devildom his behavior only spiraled out of control. Devilgram served as a permanent reminder that no matter what he did he would not be universally loved. For someone like Asmo, that was his weakness. The insults cut a lot deeper than he would ever show. His whole identity was based around being desirable. He was the Avatar of Lust, not a scumbag or shut-in like his brothers.

Though the people leaving those comments kept their voices down when he passed them in the halls at RAD, the anonymity of the internet emboldened them. The negative comments were quickly reported by his fans but that didn’t stop them from being burned into his mind. From the more basic “whore” and “stuck-up bitch” to the more involved, “Who does he think he is? He’s not that cute”, “Idk why this loser has so many simps”, “bet he only has this many likes on his posts because he fucked them all lmao”, he had gotten all types of negative comments on his social media posts. When he would complain to his brothers in his usual over-the-top fashion, eyes full of tears and voice several octaves higher than it needed to be, they would shrug him off the same way they did when he told them about his favorite hair product line being discontinued or missing a sale at Majolish. In a way, that was probably his fault – if he gave two things the same weight in the way he presented the problem, of course his family would assume it was just Asmo being dramatic again.

Sometimes at night, when memories of the war haunted him, he would open his phone and scroll through the comments on the Devilgram posts he’d made that day. Anything to occupy his thoughts. The positive ones faded into the background – he knew he was beautiful; he knew he was a fashion icon, and that his skin was flawless. He also knew he wasn’t worth the attention he received, and yet he craved it more than air. He’d re-read every nasty thing that had been said about him, letting the words sink in and join the swirling torrent of self-hatred in his head. He genuinely didn’t know why he did it – maybe the same reason he’d go out and indulge in his sin every night he could. Diavolo had once tried to get the brothers to speak to some counselors after they fell, and his counselor had said his behavior seemed like a form of self-harm. That was the last time he saw that poor excuse for a therapist – how in the world could pleasure be harmful? Of course, there were the times where pain was involved, but that was all consensual. He’d never allow anyone to mar his gorgeous skin. He had already spent ages trying every suggestion he’d ever received to make his scars fade to the point that they were nothing more than barely-there pale lines from cuts and missing spots of pigmentation from burns, he certainly wouldn’t risk adding more. He felt like everyone could see them, like everyone was staring, but he knew rationally that they were only noticeable to him.

When the exchange student had first arrived and he had discovered that she was immune to his abilities, he wasn’t ashamed to admit he had spent a few nights making his way through the highlights of his little black book. His booty calls were proof that he was desirable in the form of men and women writhing in his sheets until the early hours of the morning. When he realized that she liked him anyway? That was the best he had felt in a long time. On the outside of course he played it off, keeping up his flirtatious banter with the human. But to realize that there was someone who liked him, not because of his charm? Or because he could make them feel good? It was exhilarating and terrifying. Sure, she likes him now, but what about when she realizes what everyone else has? That he’s nothing but a bed warmer with a pretty face? He dreaded that day. It was coming sooner or later, he knew it, so he would just do his best to keep the human from seeing any of the cracks he covered up with product.

It was one of those nights tonight. He broke a nail and the visible imperfection sent him into a tailspin until he could get to his room and fix his manicure. As he waited for the polish to dry, he was scrolling through the comments on a selfie he had posted during lunch at RAD. M/C had said he looked cute, so he wanted to believe it, but here he was. Giving so much weight to the opinions of people who couldn’t even say shit to his face.

His spiral was interrupted before it could really get going by a knock on his bedroom door. If it were anyone else he’d yell at them to go away, but he knew from the pattern of the knock that it was M/C.

“Just a moment, darling” he called.

Jumping out of bed, he walked over to his vanity to be sure his hair was perfect and his lip gloss didn’t need to be reapplied.  As satisfied with his reflection as he could ever be, he put on a smile and made his way to open his door. Leaning sensually on the doorframe, he gave M/C his best “fuck me” eyes as he greeted them;

“Well, well, well, if it isn’t the most delectable human in the three realms. How can I help you, dear?”

M/C’s face lit up and she laughed at the demon’s antics.

“I’m having some trouble winding down for the night, and I thought I could relax here for a little bit. It’s so calming when you play with my hair”.

Asmodeus was both relieved and frustrated as the human walked past him and settled onto his bed. On the one hand, his spiral had been interrupted before he could do anything particularly self-destructive. On the other hand, it meant he was all amped up with negative feelings and no real outlet for them. There was none of the catharsis that comes along with making bad decisions. It was like that dread and anxiety and self-hatred was sitting in his gut, but he certainly wasn’t going to let M/C see him crack if he could help it. He slowly shut his bedroom door and sat next to where his human had made herself comfortable on his bed.

His eyes roamed her body, lingering just a bit too long on her plush thighs and the peek of skin where her pajama top rode up. It took her a second, but she realized where his eyes were lingering, and she quickly pulled down her shirt. That was fine by him, all it did was expose her collarbones, which he took in just as happily. She blushed and turned away, hoping to regain her composure before he noticed the red tint in her cheeks. She had no such luck, but it was cute that she thought she could hide anything from him.

He did his best to keep the predatory glint out of his eyes. The demon knew that if he came on too strong she would back off, like she had on the few occasions he’d run into her after a night out and his confidence got the best of him. The next morning he would pretend he had blacked out, but he treasured the memories of the trembling of her frame beneath his hands when he’d come in close to whisper in her ear some of the naughty thoughts he’d had about her and the startled noise she’d made the time he slapped her ass on his way up to bed. It had been just his luck that Mammon had been at the end of the hallway, so he’d gotten quite the talking to from Lucifer the next morning. Something about not taking advantage of the exchange student, how he had to show more respect, the reputation of Diavolo’s exchange program, blah blah blah. The only thing he had cared about was that it hadn’t been M/C herself who’d told Lucifer, it had been a jealous brother. He had, in fact, felt a lovely spark of lust rise up in his human on every occasion he’d gotten bold from the (frankly, impressive) amount of demonus in his system. After all, he’s a demon, not a monster. Sexual assault is anathema to sexual pleasure and therefore unacceptable at every level for the Avatar of Lust. Sometimes late at night when he’d touch himself he’d remember how she’d looked like a deer in the headlights, so afraid of his touch but so desperately wanting it just the same. Other times, when he was feeling more sentimental, he’d think of her laugh, her smile, the way her eyes softened when she looked at him.

After she thought her face was back to normal (it wasn’t, but he wasn’t going to be the one to tell her that when she just looked so damn cute), she moved around until her head was in his lap and her body was stretched out in a pile of his softest blankets, grabbing his hand and placing it on her head in an unvoiced demand for him to stroke her hair. His heart melted – this was all she ever asked of him. At the same time, a small voice in the back of his head spoke.

You know why she doesn’t try to fuck you, right? You’re not good enough for her and she knows it. I’m sure she’s fucking one of your brothers instead. She’s found someone who could satisfy her in a way you never could. After all, you’re nothing but a placeholder. Easy and good enough for a night, but why would she want you when she could have them? Why would she want damaged goods? A vapid, self-obsessed, pathetic excuse for a demon. You were a shitty angel too.

He shook his head almost imperceptibly, trying to will the thoughts away. He busied himself running his hands through M/C’s hair, carefully untangling any knots he found along the way. Her eyes had closed, letting herself sink into the feeling. There was a gentle smile on her face, and she raised her chin to lean into his touch, leaving her neck completely exposed. Vulnerable. She was allowing herself to be entirely vulnerable with him, a being who could slit her throat in an instant, or tug her hair hard enough to pull her head clean off her body. He felt tears well up in his eyes at her trust, but the thoughts kept coming, taking him back down into that bad place he had been heading for before M/C came to his door.

You’re nothing. She knows you’re nothing, and that’s why she isn’t afraid. Your pact makes you useless, you couldn’t hurt her if you wanted to. You’re a declawed kitten. Pathetic. Why would she want you? She has her pick of suitors in the Devildom, you wouldn’t even make the top-10. She pities you, that’s why she lets you touch her.

M/C had thought it was strange that Asmodeus had been quiet, but she figured he must have been tired, so she wasn’t going to bug him when he was already doing her a favor by calming her down for the night. Truthfully, she had just wanted to see her favorite demon. He had been more withdrawn at home for the last few weeks, spending more nights out at The Fall locking lips with anyone in arm’s reach and chugging demonus like it was water. She was mildly concerned for him. His brothers had said that he got in moods like this sometimes, but at least he wasn’t bringing home a new demon (or demons) every night. M/C wasn’t going to admit it out loud, but she was a little jealous hearing about his past behavior. She knew it was silly, it wasn’t like she even knew him then, and she had no say in what he did in his spare time. It wasn’t like she was a virgin either. Still, Levi had looked at her knowingly when they’d told her, recognizing the envy welling up in her.

She realized that something was wrong when she felt wetness drip onto her cheek.

“Asmo?” M/C opened her eyes, greeted with the most disheveled version of the Avatar of Lust that she’d ever seen. Not that that said much, she rarely saw him with a single hair out of place, but seeing his eyes puffy and tear tracks down his face was enough to seriously concern her. She sat up slowly, reaching to grab his hand from where it had paused in her hair.

“What’s wrong? Did something happen?” her thumb gently stroked across the back of his hand. Rather than the gesture comforting him, as she’d hoped, he made eye contact only to begin audibly crying. Still unsure what was happening, she pulled herself up onto her knees to face him, bringing her other hand to his face and holding mimicking the motions she was making on the back of his hand along his cheekbone. She tried to keep the movement steady, methodical, to give him something to focus on so he could calm down enough to tell her what was happening. He leaned into her touch, grabbing her hand with his free hand and holding it there like he was scared she’d disappear if he let go. She shushed him quietly, reminding him of her presence whenever he seemed to be retreating into his own head.

Neither of them know how long it was before Asmodeus’s sobbing turned into pathetic little hiccupping, his eyes long since dried out. They sat in silence for a few minutes, each of them too afraid to drag them back to the present moment. M/C spoke first.

“Can I get you anything? Some water? A washcloth?”

He nodded, avoiding eye contact out of sheer embarrassment and fear of what would happen next. The one thing he didn’t want to happen above all else had happened, and now she was going to steer clear of him. He was sure of it.

Reluctantly, he let go of her hand as she went to his bathroom in search of what he needed. Now alone on his bed, he felt so small and so fragile. He had only known M/C for a very, very small faction of his very, very long existence, but somehow he couldn’t imagine going back to the way things were before he’d met her – especially as she continued to live in the House of Lamentation and develop her relationship with his brothers and the residents of both the Demon Lord’s Castle and Purgatory Hall. He knew she was kind and patient, but all his mind would let him see was her laying under some nondescript body, laughing about how pathetic the fifth-born was as she was pleasured by someone else, letting the world know how weak and inadequate he was. That he was an embarrassment to his title. He would have kept crying at that point, but he wasn’t sure his body even had that much water left. This was going to do such a number on his skin, he’d really need to step up his game with his skincare routine. Going through his plan of attack was enough to focus his mind and calm him down in the few minutes it took M/C to find a drinking glass and a washcloth in his enormous bathroom.

The human handed him the glass, waiting for him to drink half before she took it from his hands to place on his nightstand. She gently wiped his face with the damp cloth, knowing he’d feel better without the salt staining his skin. He couldn’t remember the last time someone had been so delicate with him, treating him like a valuable rather than something easily replaceable. The thought made his heart hurt, and brought with it a new wave of thoughts about how he wasn’t treated like that because he really wasn’t valuable. That his human was mistaken and she’d know it soon enough. She’d seen the first crack in his façade, it wouldn’t be too long now before she saw the rest.

As she went to get up to place the washcloth back in the bathroom, he made a little noise and grabbed for her hand.

“Asmo, I have to put this away. I’m not going anywhere, I swear, I just don’t want to leave something damp on your bedsheets”.

Reluctantly, he let go, and she went back to the bathroom as quickly as she could. Asmo had always been needy, this wasn’t news to anyone, but rarely had she seen him so desperate. Sometimes, when it was just the two of them, she could see peeks of the Asmodeus he wanted to hide from the world. She knew the fall had been traumatic for all of them, but she wouldn’t pretend to know the extent of that kind of trauma. It wasn’t something that was her place to draw attention to, because no matter how much she loved them she knew that just love wasn’t enough when it came to dealing with something of that gravity. They needed to share at their pace, if they ever felt comfortable sharing at all. All she could do was hope that this was some kind of turning point for him, and that he was ready to be open with her. Well, as open as was healthy. Baby steps, right?

The demon visibly relaxed when she came back towards him. Climbing over him, she laid down on ‘her’ side of the bed as Asmo called it jokingly (it wasn’t a joke but he was pleading the fifth on that question). She made grabby hands, and a relieved Asmodeus rolled into her side, resting his head on her chest and winding an arm around her waist. She set her chin on top of his head and wrapped her arms around him as best she could. She knew he needed to feel completely safe if he was going to talk about whatever had just happened.

The two laid together for a bit, the sounds of the house creaking and his brothers going about their business throughout the house breaking up the quiet in a way that made it palatable. Finally, Asmodeus spoke in a voice lacking all of his usual bravado and charm.

“So, I’m guessing you’d like to know what that was about”.

“If you feel comfortable sharing. I’m here for you, Asmo, you won’t scare me away. You just have to trust me”.

A beat of silence passed before the man took a deep breath, steeling himself for what was definitely going to be a painful conversation on his end.

“I… I’m not sure where to start. You know what they called me in the Celestial Realm, right?”

A nod.

“The Jewel of the Heavens. My face, my body, my charm, it was something our Father truly valued. I was beautiful, and that’s how I earned my keep. I was an ornament. I didn’t mind it much at the time – why would I care when it was nothing but a positive? Even Lucifer loved to show me off, his beautiful little brother. The pride of the Celestial Realm”.

M/C maintained eye contact, not daring to interrupt but wanting to show she was listening. She moved one hand up to stroke his hair, like he had done to her a million times before.

“When we fell… I don’t think there’s any kind of corollary in a human life. I went from an admired figure, praised for my beauty, to nothing when I made the decision to rebel with my brothers and Lilith. I don’t regret my decision, don’t get me wrong, Lilith was one of the most wonderful beings I’ve met in my life. I still miss her even now”.

The demon broke eye contact, trying to hide the quiver in his voice as he thought of his dead sister. The pain of that kind of loss never actually goes away and it’s harder some days.

“The point is, as a result of that decision, I lost everything that I knew about myself. By the end of the war, I was covered in big, ugly scars, stripped of my status as an angel and turned into a demon - a being that I had been told since I was created was inherently evil, wrong, and unlovable. It took me years before I could look at myself in a mirror again. I wasn’t Asmodeus, Jewel of the Heavens. I was Asmodeus, a vile, unlovable Thing. I had to feel something again, I had to be someone again. That’s how I ended up like this – I found a way I could feel loved again, even if just for a night”.

Or, he thought to himself, more often an hour in a nightclub bathroom.

He continued speaking, too scared to look up at his human’s eyes and see disgust or contempt in them.

“I will never be the me I was again. Never. Even thousands of years later that isn’t something I’ve fully come to terms with yet. I feel broken and wrong. On good days I really do mean what I say – that I’m beautiful, irresistible, absolutely perfect in every way”.

His voice took on a lilt and a small smile twisted the corner of his mouth as he remembered the feeling of power that comes with his moments of genuine confidence. However, as he began again, his voice sounded unsure again and so very small.

“On bad days, it’s all I can do to get out of bed. If I’m not beautiful, if I’m not wanted, what’s the point? What’s the point of any of this? Sometimes, when I make them chase me, when I let them put their hands on me, I feel like I’m wanted. Just for a little while, and that’s enough. What more could I ask for? After all, I’m not Mammon, can’t get too greedy”.

He tacked on a joke at the end, complete with a clearly forced laugh, trying to lighten the atmosphere that had settled over his room. He felt M/C press her lips to the crown of his head, still stroking his hair softly. She wasn’t quite sure how to respond, and she knew she had to be careful with the next thing out of her mouth.

“Asmodeus, you are worth so much. To so many people. To your brothers, to all of our friends, to me. I’m so proud of you for sharing that with me, it can’t have been easy”.

As she looked down, seeking his eyes, the demon saw only compassion in those eyes. It was a strange sight for him, and it made him feel something inside that he knew he had felt before, but he couldn’t quite remember when. It felt like there were butterflies in his stomach. There was some tension between them. Though it had an element of lust, it was moreso the unidentified emotion. He didn’t know what to do about that, so he decided to go with what he knew best- lust. Acting on muscle memory, he reached up to pull M/C’s head down to his. Surprised by Asmo pulling her down into a kiss when moments before he had been so vulnerable, M/C gasped and froze, allowing her pactmate to gain the upper hand.

The kiss was hungry and desperate from the start, definitely not how she imagined their first kiss beyond a casual peck on the lips, but it felt too good for her to dwell on that for long. With his tongue exploring her mouth he moved from his spot curled up on her side to get completely on top, pinning her in place. He held her wrists firmly above her head and his knees kept her thighs in place. His grip on her was somehow delicate and firm at the same time. The two let out little moans and pants between kisses, each losing themselves in the feeling of the other’s clothed body on their own. When Asmodeus separated their mouths, she followed his lips as far as she could, needing more. He shot her a look as though telling her to stay put, and she obeyed. His eyes were blown wide, glowing like a sunset. It was more out of habit than anything else since they knew his charm did nothing to her but it was undeniably beautiful.

The demon traced down her neck with messy kisses. If he weren’t a demon, she’d think he seemed like a man possessed. Between little nibbles and sucking, he panted out everything he was thinking, as if speaking it into her skin would make it so. When she concentrated, she could make out some of what he was saying over and over, almost like a prayer.

“I’ll be so good for you. I’ll make you feel so good, you won’t regret this. This will make you love me, I know it”.

She didn’t like to use her pact, but he was too lost in her body to listen if she asked nicely and his grip was too strong for her to break.

“Asmodeus, stop”.

He froze, a confused and hurt look on his face.

“Did I do something wrong?”

His eyes glowed brighter, as if subconsciously trying to fix whatever mistake he had made.

“Let go of me”. She tried to keep her voice even and maintain eye contact. She wanted to convey that she wasn’t upset, but he was clearly panicking inside his head.

The demon released her wrists, placing them on his own thighs. He tried to look away, ashamed, but the human gently directed his gaze back to her with a finger on his chin. She sat up against the pillows, trying to seem as serious as she could with disheveled clothing and red marks blooming all over her neck.

“Do you think that this is out of pity?” She desperately hoped that she had been reading into it too much, that he knew what she had been afraid to say. Her fears were confirmed when he cast his eyes downward and to the side, staring into space rather than meeting her eyes.

“Asmodeus, I can’t possibly imagine what you went through. You are so strong for going through that and still managing to be the funny, caring, genuine person that I know. What I do have some experience with is needing to feel wanted so badly that I’d let people touch me even when I wanted nothing more than for them to stop. I also know how absolutely garbage it feels when it’s over and they leave without so much as another word, I would just feel so used”. M/C’s eyes teared up as she remembered the feeling, but she blinked them away, willing herself to focus on the man in front of her.

“I never, ever want you to feel that way again. Not if I can help it. I love you, Asmodeus. Let me show you how much”.

A smile finally crossing his lips, albeit a small one, Asmo nodded. This time it was the human who brought their lips together, though their kiss was just as passionate as before. She caught the demon by surprise, rolling them over so she was the one pinning him to the bed. He looked up at M/C with pure adoration in his eyes, electrified by the love he saw reflected in hers and the lust he felt emanating from her soul. Finally confident that they were on the same page, M/C poured all of the affection she could into every touch, every kiss. She felt his hands travel up from their place on her waist to cup her breasts through her pajama shirt, moaning at his touch. Her sounds spurred him on, letting him regain some of his confidence. If there was one thing he knew he was an expert on, it was pleasure. He played with her nipples through her clothing and treasured every noise he was able to pull from her. Each gasp, every sigh, just emboldened him more. By the time he had stripped her of her top, he was fully in his element.

“Asmo”, she begged, “please, let me touch you too”.

She shifted her weight back onto her knees to make room for her demon to get out from under her. Readjusting so they laid side-by-side facing each other, they took the moment to stare into each other’s eyes. M/C’s smile was contagious, and Asmodeus couldn’t help but smile back. She hadn’t even touched him yet and she was already better than his fantasies. He hadn’t dared to let himself imagine her loving him, and he was going to treasure every second he got with her.

Her shaking hands made their way from his abdomen up to his chest, tweaking his nipples just to hear the noise he’d make before she got to work unbuttoning his pajama shirt. The more she teased him with brief touches, the more he squirmed for her. He was this close to ripping it off himself, and he really liked this pj set - he thought it brought out his eyes. Before he could finish deciding if it was worth popping the buttons off and maybe even a few seams, he felt the soft skin of the other’s hands finally trail up and down his torso. The demon made a noise almost like a purr, reminding M/C of his inhumanity in a thrilling way.

“Touch me”, it came out more as a breathy whisper than a demand, but she listened all the same.

Leaning over him to kiss down his neck and chest, the human used one hand to support her weight near his head and the other to trail down his body, stopping to cup his growing erection through his pants. An unexpectedly loud moan cut the air as she bit gently down on his nipple and began to stroke his cock.

“Shhh baby”, she said in a voice he’d never heard from her before, “You don’t want your brothers hearing and coming in here to stop us, do you?”. It was only then that he remembered he hadn’t locked his door earlier. From the grin spreading across her face as she looked towards the door, she knew it too. Asmo had never seen her look more mischievous in the whole time he’d known her and he was living for it. He was pretty sure he was witnessing the creation of a monster and he had no regrets, except that they hadn’t done this sooner.

Taking his silence for agreement, she got up only to kneel on the floor at the edge of the bed. She motioned for him to sit up and strip, which he did gladly. She took in the sight of his cock hungrily, eyes glazed over imagining what it would feel like in her pussy. He had seen that look many times and knew exactly what was going through her mind. Still, if he didn’t tease, would he even be Asmo?

With his bottoms thrown towards his laundry hamper, he spread his legs enticingly and grabbed the base of his cock. He stroked himself slowly, seeing M/C’s eyes fixate on a drop of precome on the head.

“Do you like what you see, my dear?” She could hear the grin in his voice. It was comforting to hear him sound like his usual confident self again.

“Very much”. Her hands began to rub along his thighs, appreciating the lean muscle she felt underneath her fingertips. “Can I taste you?”

“I thought you’d never ask, darling. Show me how you worship me in your daydreams”.

Her face lit up bright red. He couldn’t know, could he? He was just guessing, it was just dirty talk… right?

Swallowing the embarrassment she felt at the idea that Asmo knew the content of her fantasies, she began to rub soothing circles into his skin and kiss up and down his inner thighs.

“Oh sweetheart, I know you do more than that in those dreams of yours. How about you keep going, and you let me know if any of this rings a bell”. At this she began nipping at his skin every few kisses, soothing over any bites she made with her tongue.

“Let’s see, I think one of my favorites so far was in the library the other day. It was you, me, Satan, and Levi studying for the upcoming Seductive Speechcraft exam. About the time we were doing our individual reading, I recall you having some particularly interesting ideas. How did it start again?”

Her hand replaced his own stroking him, placing gentle kisses on his balls. She didn’t want this to end too soon and, honestly, she was curious if he actually did know what she had been thinking or if he just picked up on her getting horny that day and was trying to mess with her.

“Ah, yes”, his breath hitched as she dragged her tongue up the length of his dick, swirling around his head, only to kiss back down his shaft. “We were studying together, the same four of us that were actually there, but Levi and Satan got up to get a snack for us all. Once they left, I turned to you and told you how beautiful you looked”.

M/C’s hand sped up, and she leaned down to start sucking on the tip of his cock, keeping a steady pressure, and feeling proud at the flush in his cheeks. Slowly, she began to take him inch by inch in her mouth.

“I think after some flirting it took a rather raunchy turn, so let’s skip to the good part. I distinctly remember you dreaming of me sticking my hand down your panties and fingering you open, whispering sweet nothings to you the whole time”. M/C’s moan was muffled by the dick halfway down her throat, sending vibrations up Asmo’s cock. The sound of pleasure he made in response caused her to rub her thighs together, her own arousal obvious.

“What happened next? I think I lost my train of thought..”. M/C had gone down on him as far as she could, her nose nestled in the well-trimmed pubic hair on his pelvis. Asmodeus threaded his hand through her hair, pulling it up into a makeshift handle. She moaned, knowing what was about to happen. Asmo giggled, appreciating how eager she was for him to use her.

“That’s right”, he stared down at the woman with hooded eyes and his cocky grin, clearly back in his element, “you begged me to fuck your face”. Gripping her hair, he pulled back and thrust back into her mouth, hard. He let out a delighted gasp as her throat constricted around his dick.

“Darling, you feel so good, you’re such a good girl for me”, M/C’s eyes rolled back at the praise and as Asmo picked up the pace of his hips, she could do nothing but relax into his grip and let him use her. As his hips stuttered, she could feel him approaching his orgasm. Asmodeus made the most erotic sound the human had ever heard as he pulled her face flush to his body and released down her throat. M/C quickly swallowed, eager for more of him. He panted gently as he came down, relaxing his grip and transitioning to slowly smoothing her hair. The pair sat there for a moment to catch their breath.

“Holy shit”, M/C was the first to break the silence.

“Holy shit is right”, Asmodeus replied with a hungry grin. He reached a hand down to pull M/C up from her knees and into his lap. The two embraced, and Asmodeus felt himself hardening again at how he could taste himself on her tongue.

“Your turn now, sweetheart”, the demon cooed. Before M/C could say a word, the world spun and suddenly Asmodeus was laying on the bed and she found herself on her knees above his face. He licked his lips in anticipation before lowering her onto his face.

Maybe it was a demon thing, or maybe it was an Asmodeus thing, but the way his tongue moved on her clit and between her labia was like nothing she had experienced before. His mouth was hot, and wet, and almost electrifying as it managed to pinpoint her every weak spot. Every time she ground her hips into his face, embracing pleasure instead of running from it like she had with so many other men before him, he rewarded her with a moan, sending vibrations up into her body. The closer that M/C got to the edge, the harder she pulled on his soft curls, forgetting her own taunts about his brothers hearing and getting progressively louder. She came with a desperate cry of his name, squirting onto his face, which the demon excitedly lapped up with his tongue. M/C rolled off of his face and flopped bonelessly onto the bed. Asmodeus wasted no time climbing on top of her and bringing their lips together yet again, this time with a ferocity she had only imagined in her most erotic dreams. The feeling of his hard cock on the soft skin of her thigh made them both shiver in anticipation.

“Are you ready for me?” Asmodeus began, “I meant it before when I said I’d make it good for you. I want to make you cum harder than you’ve ever cum before”.

“Well,” M/C said breathlessly, “mission accomplished”.

“Oh honey,” the demon laughed and his eyes began to glow again, “you have no idea what I’m capable of”.

Let me know what you guys thought! I’m going to write a second part if there’s interest. Cross-posted to AO3 with the same username. Thanks for reading <3  

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