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tomyloversiwrite · 1 year

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Austin: I never said I was gonna get back together with him. But I was thinking, he’s in town, would it be the worst thing in the world if I gave him a call?

Shiane: No. No, Austin, it wouldn’t be the worst thing in the world. It would be the fourth worst thing. Number one: a super volcano. Number two: an asteroid hits the Earth. Number three: All the Evel Knievel movies are lost. Number four: Austin calls Alex. Number five: Jamie gets eaten by a shark.

Jamie: I’m Jamie, and I approve the order of that list.

#my ocs #shiane lashae #austin graham #jamie beau #alex caxton #incorrect quotes #there’s lore here #this is so good to me bc i used an incorrect quote generator for most of these #and so far i’ve had to change the names manually #but this one just immediately hit me with all of these names (except for alex but still)#and it’s like. literally perfect and so befitting of all their characters as well as their relationships with each other #funnier to imagine austin saying this hoping shiane will be like ‘don’t run back to your ex… come to me instead’#in reality she’s wondering if she should move jamie’s shark attack death up a few on the list

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yuellii · 9 months

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catch me if you can, salvatore

𝐈𝐍 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐂𝐇 there are quite obvious red flags in your relationship, and they’re all from him

feat. neuvillette, zhongli, pierro ( separately )

note. reader’s gender unspecified, the old men of genshin ( i’m so sorry ), established toxic marriages given the prompt, possible fontaine lore inconsistencies

> [part one] . part two

NEUVILLETTE. always too serious

Your bedroom was a space sadly quieter than even the outdoors. For at least on your doorstep, the sounds of crickets were heard, the mechanical noises of distant construction were there—but here, there was not even a sound.

Perhaps you were too sensitive. But you also thought a spouse had every right to feel love and respect from their husband, and you felt none of that. The suffocation of this Fontaine air only brought up an even more suffocating man, and you fear you may lose your breath before even coming to your senses.

“You’re up late.” He stood right behind you at the opening of the balcony. Of course, you didn’t hear him coming from inside that silent fortress of a household. “Shouldn’t you be in bed?”

His words—you wish he didn’t say them, for they’ll unwillingly fill your thoughts with the idea that he cares. But sometimes ( or perhaps most ), you were too foolish to counteract that.

“Couldn’t sleep,” you simply said, continuing to stare out into the blue aura of the nation. A technicolor world made of music and machine—but unfortunately, your husband was only like a machine. “Was so caught up awake, completely immersed by your current court performance,” you yawned sarcastically.

He grumbled, “It’s a court hearing, not a silly performance.” Then, he joined you at the bar of the balcony, perhaps far too distanced from you for your liking. He was never next to you; always paces away just light tonight. “And I’ve been telling you, I can sign you up as a spectator or part of the jury.”

You almost snarled after he failed to pick up your sarcasm. “I’d rather die before you did that,” you scoffed. “Me? Sitting in that stuffy courthouse whilst you talk for hours? If it were my way, Her Grace would’ve had her way a long time ago. Perhaps you can learn from her, sometime. It can loosen you up for once.” He turned to glare at you.

“Oh, spare me the levity.” From the way he suddenly straightened his back, presenting himself a towering height over you, you knew you were about to be scolded. “If you cannot take the Court of Fontaine for what it is instead of a laughing stock, than perhaps you should be the next one on a treason hearing for exile.”

Your stomach dropped. As inconceivable as it sounded, you wouldn’t put it past him with how booming his tone was. And… coming from your own husband… “I wasn’t trying to be disrespectful, good Monsieur.” To very man that wore your wedding band. “But spare me one truth…”

“Right now, are you my husband, or are you the Chief Justice?”

You immediately regretted the question once his eyes looked ready to kill.

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ZHONGLI. overprotective

Sunrise, Midday, Sunset, Midnight.

You could only see the light from the cold glass of your window, or the freshest air from your porch. Sometimes the fresh sea breeze of the harbor, but that was more of a rarity.

You loved Liyue Harbor; so did your husband. Living in Jueyun Karst was safe, sure, but it was boring. And maybe, there was a time that you loved the harbor so much during Lantern Rite—a time where lanterns graced the sky and fireworks were heard all the way from your small home in Minlin. So much, in fact, you almost felt like Rapunzel in those fairytale books when she leaped out of the comforts of her tower to chase the lights.

And even moreso like Rapunzel when Zhongli saw you at the harbor with a look of horror on his face, not caring of the genuine smile you carried before dragging you away by the wrist. Perhaps it was then that you felt more like his scolded child than his ‘beloved’ spouse.

Could he not see the light in your eyes as you pranced around the harbor? Could he not understand how boring it was to be cooped up in the mountains for your ‘safety’? It sucked, it really did. And it sucked even more once you tasted freedom at the harbor, once you met people that would never shackle down your life to never experience the many joys that Liyue had to offer.

“Am I your partner, or your controlled child?!” you seethed once he dragged you back inside the house.

“I am simply bringing you back after you failed to listen to me,” Zhongli calmly stated. Calm, he was also so calm, emotions be damned. “I told you not to go to the harbor, especially on your own. Have I told you what happened before through the tale of Osial?”

You coughed out in exasperation. “You’re acting like this during a festival?” There was a clear betrayal in your voice—it was truly something he had been hiding from you all this time. “You’re just going to let me be locked up in here, because you think a festival is unsafe?”

“It’s for your protection.”

“‘Protection’, give me a break, Zhongli.” You were near desperate to go back, like once you got an inch of freedom, you suddenly needed it all—but perhaps he only saw you like a partner who needs to be more controlled. “I married you for all your adventurous tales,” you reasoned. “You sounded much more excitingly interesting than you actually are, I fear.”

He continued to stare at you, face hardening into something of a glare like a parent disciplining a child. You hated it. You hated this, you hated him. And as he walked back out with the door locked by some force, you could only wonder how you married a man so cruel.

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PIERRO. a master manipulator

“You know I love you.”

The large pads of his fingers massaged coarsely through your hair at the very top of your head, brushing the your scalp almost delicately like a doll.

“Right?”

It felt almost like Hell itself to feel flutters in your stomach from the way the deep mess of his voice resounded in your ears. It was akin to signing a contract with the devil, like this feeling of infatuation was a demon’s sickly trick. “I do.”

He hummed in contentment. Not like you pleased him with your answer, but like you answered him correctly, as if this some sort of test where there was only one right answer.

He had you seated down on his lap, and it still made you feel like a doll. But there was an uncertainty in it—one that made you question if you should be feeling used and disgusted, or in love with being pampered by your husband like this.

You married a leading man of the most dangerous elites. Perhaps the fluttering feelings pulling at your heart were more of a warning sign than something good, but you couldn’t help it when he made you feel so special. Special words, special treatment—so painfully addicting and so obvious to win your favor for your hand in marriage.

“When the time comes,” he whispered once more, as if speaking the holy words only pure lovers could dare to hear, “would you die for me?”

You should’ve know this was coming, truly. It should’ve been clear the moment he courted you, and painfully obvious once he wanted to wed you. A puppet he could control at his will, someone who looked so innocent compared to the dangerous looks of the Fatui—a person easily stricken by love and compliments, easily you.

But he captured your heart in a way that was devouring, like your love was swallowed into a black hold the moment you showed any weakness. He trapped you in a web you could not escape once pulled in, and you feared you were truly doomed from the start. But that was how the leader of the Harbingers worked; and that was how you gave up your life.

“Yes, I would.”

#zhongli x reader #neuvillette x reader #pierro x reader #harbingers x reader #genshin men x reader #genshin imagines #genshin x gender neutral reader #genshin x reader

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supernovafics · 4 months

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requesting for the ill be there for you universe! the kids are coming over so steve and r plan a lil dinner party… well they make the dinner together… and its just a little too domestic…. bonus if they end up dancing to some silly song on the radio because arent we all a sucker for dancing in the kitchen 😭😭😭😭😭 the kids walk in on them and are like 🤨🤨 those two need to get together now so baddddddddddd

𝐌𝐀𝐘𝐁𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐘𝐄𝐀𝐑

"i'll be there for you" universe masterlist

pairing: bestfriend!roommate!steve harrington x fem!reader

word count: 1.6k words

warnings: explicit language

summary: in which a new year’s dinner at the apartment sparks a bet— that you and steve are completely unaware of— among the friend group

author's note: thank u for the request !! happy new year<33

general note: everything in this universe/series can be read as standalone oneshots but to understand the full “lore” it would prob be best to read the other stuff too<333

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Winter 1986

Steve heard the knock on the door first; you were way too engrossed in singing along to the song that was loudly playing to notice the sound.

He maneuvered around you in the kitchen to go answer the door as you took a quick peek in the oven to check on the lasagnas.

It was your idea to have this “New Year’s dinner” at the apartment— since you and Steve had been sick during the holidays and couldn’t see anyone, this was to make up for that— and Steve agreed. Of course, Robin and Eddie said that they would come, and then the kids were an immediate yes as well.

Even though your and Steve’s collective cooking skills were not the best, you both still wanted to attempt and cook something for everyone, instead of simply ordering a couple of pizzas or takeout from some place. So, you got a lasagna recipe from Miss Johnson that she promised was very basic and couldn’t really be messed up; and so far, she’d been right. Although you did initially have to remake the sauce because of a mess up that you fully blamed on Steve and he fully blamed on you. But, after that, everything else luckily went fine.

When Steve opened the door and you looked over to see everyone bounding into the apartment, it was then that you remembered just how big the friend group was— you could only imagine what that elevator ride up to the apartment had been like.

“Is this The Breakfast Club soundtrack?” Robin asked, laughing as she slipped off her coat.

“Yes,” Steve answered. “This is what I’ve been subjected to for the past week.”

You immediately rolled your eyes at his words, which you somehow managed to hear over the loud music. “Oh, shut up, you were just singing along to the last song with me.”

“There’s only some truth to that,” He said as he walked over to the record player to turn the music down a bit.

Everyone settled at the dining table that Steve’s mom bought for you two for the Thanksgiving dinner that you’d been forced to have here with your parents— that was still somehow a memory that lingered harshly in the back of your mind, like most interactions with your parents did. The table was only meant to fit six people, so the desk chairs that normally sat in your bedrooms were pulled out and placed at the table, and then two foldable chairs were borrowed from your other next door neighbor; this guy in his mid-sixties who would have weekly poker nights with his friends. You would continuously joke around with Steve and tell him that he should join in on the poker nights. In response, he’d always simply roll his eyes at you because you knew that he was bad at poker and he’d also rather not spend his Tuesday nights with random old men.

Mike walked over to you and handed you a tupperware full of what you could tell were gingerbread cookies. “Since you missed the Christmas party, my mom wanted me to give these to you.”

You immediately smiled. “Holy shit, God bless that woman. Please tell her I said thank you.”

He nodded at that and then went over to the table, sitting down next to El.

Steve went back over to where you were in the kitchen and started reaching for the tupperware, but you immediately shooed his hand away. When he simply pouted at you, you rolled your eyes and then opened it so that he could grab a cookie, which he did and then broke it in half so that he could give a piece of it to you.

“Is it just me or have they been acting extra old married couple lately?” Dustin asked, looking away from the interaction that just happened.

“Oh, yeah, definitely,” Max answered almost immediately and pretty much everyone else simply nodded in agreement.

Neither you nor Steve were paying any attention to the conversation that was currently taking place barely ten feet away from you; instead you both were focused on finishing up the food. You were pulling one of the lasagnas out of the oven and Steve was grabbing the other before putting the store bought garlic bread in the oven— you both had figured that if the lasagna did end up turning out bad, there would at least be bread that neither of you had a hand in making to somewhat save the day.

“I fully believe that this will be the year that they finally get together,” Lucas said, sounding very certain.

Robin shook her head at that. “No way. If they were gonna date, it would’ve happened already. Years ago, probably.”

She thought back to this past Halloween where you and Steve were dressed up in your Batman and Robin costume, and at some point during the night he ended up giving you a piggyback ride while you all were walking to some party, and she and Vickie were trailing a bit behind the two of you. She thought about how certain she had felt when answering Vickie’s question about if you two had ever dated. “They seem like they’d be perfect together, but I also think the world would implode if they ever tried something.” For the most part, that still felt entirely true. Even though it would’ve made complete sense if something happened, it still didn’t seem necessarily “possible” at this point— it felt like such a far-fetched idea.

“I’m gonna have to agree with Rob on this one. I don’t think they’ll ever actually get together,” Eddie said and then started laughing a bit as he said his next words. “Or it’ll happen twenty years down the road after they’ve both been married to other people and then divorced, and then they’ll finally realize that all they needed and wanted was each other.”

“Wow, that sounds like the most depressing movie ever,” Will told him.

“I guess it wouldn’t be that sad since they would end up together in the end,” El said with a small shrug.

Eddie nodded. “Exactly.”

“Okay, yeah, maybe that could happen, but I don’t think it would take that long anymore because things are so different now,” Dustin said. “They’re living together, they have a child together.” He gestured to Harold the Hamster’s cage that sat on the coffee table in the living room. “They’re practically already a couple. It’s inevitable now. Soon they’ll be married and there will be actual children involved, not just Harold.”

Robin rolled her eyes at his final statement. “They’re best friends. They’ve known each for like ten years.”

“Yeah, which is just another reason why they’re definitely gonna end up together,” Lucas said. “Also, I can’t even remember the last time either of them went on a date, and Steve usually always talks about his dates.”

“Actually, he was just going out with that girl last month,” Will chimed in. “Vanessa or something?”

“And that ultimately led nowhere,” Max reminded him.

Mike took a brief look over at you and Steve to make sure that you two still weren’t listening to the current conversation. “Okay, I have an idea. We should make this a bet. We each say when we think they’ll get together, and if it does end up happening we all give whoever got it right or was the closest five bucks.”

Eddie laughed before nodding. “I actually kind of like that idea.”

“It’s a great idea,” Dustin said with a nod, and it didn’t necessarily surprise anyone when he pulled out a small notebook and pen out of his pocket because it somehow made sense that he would be the one to bring a notebook and pen to a dinner party; he was probably prepared for anything.

He started off by saying February– because even though it was only a month away, it was in fact, the month of love— and then everyone started going around the table saying their guesses. Lucas said April, Max and El both said March, Mike said July, Will said August, Robin said a very certain “Never,” and Eddie finished by saying a playful and only slightly serious, “Twenty years.”

It was almost comical how oblivious you and Steve were to what was happening not that far away from you both. Instead, your attention was on grabbing enough silverware for everyone since the plates were already set on the table and Steve was pulling out some cups.

“I think both of our moms would scold us for not setting everything out before they came,” You told Steve, laughing a bit.

“Very true. I guess our years of being forced to eat at fancy restaurants with them have truly taught us nothing,” He joked back and you smiled at that as you both walked over to the dining table. “We’re gonna bring over the lasagna in a second. What are you guys talking about?”

“Nothing,” Eddie said casually as Dustin slipped his notebook back into his pocket, which was a subtle action that neither of you noticed. “Just some movie.”

Once everything was set on the table, you two went back to the kitchen to grab the lasagnas.

“The bread will be done in a couple minutes, so if the lasagna sucks we’ll eat that,” You said as you sat down in one of the two empty chairs left, which just so happened to be your desk chair. “Also, if it sucks, blame Steve, not me.”

He shook his head as he rolled his eyes at you and playfully poked your side before taking a seat in the other empty chair on the opposite side of the table. “If it sucks, blame both of us because this was a very mutual effort.”

Robin nodded. “Okay, got it. If this turns out to be the worst meal all of us have ever eaten we’ll make sure to hate both of you equally and not talk to either of you for at least a week.”

Luckily, the lasagna actually turned out pretty great.

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let me know ur thoughts<333

(requests are open for stuff you wanna see in the universe/series!🫶🏾)

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everythingne · 5 months

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wing damage - mv1

Eldest of the Halliwell-Horner pack, Y/n “Nadine” Horner gets her heart broken by the man she’s supposed to wed in six months. Four years of love slipping down the drain faster than she can try and grasp at the remaining water droplets. But... not all hope is lost as far as the f1 community is concerned and they might be right, since Max seems to be trying to get a little closer to his Team Principals daughter.

max verstappen x influencer!horner!reader

warnings & notes: cheating, mentions of alcohol, small age gap (24-27), strong language, probably inaccurate f1 information, using a name as a placeholder for y/n bc i’m not typing that every time, dates are off by two days in the beginning. deal, might have gotten christian's lore wrong but idk man he's just a white guy

fc: sophia la corte (and various ginger women on pinterest.)

04 MARCH 2024 — TWITTER. ↴

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BAHRAIN, 04 MARCH 2024 — REDBULL GARAGE ↴

“Do you want me to confront him?” Max asks, sitting down next to me in the paddock. His hand comes to squeeze my knee, my father rubbing my back as he deletes every photo—every memory of Jacob Taylor from my phone. Four years down the drain. My friends back home at my apartment are currently bagging up his stuff. Both Mona and Ally will move in with me, just like college again, once his stuff is empty. My bare apartment will soon be filled with our old nick nacks but i can hardly be happy about it.

Cheated.

The man who spent 50k on an emerald cut four karat ring with a real gold band, cheated? The man who cried when his mom told him she loved me, cheated? The man who cancelled an entire film set because it conflicted with my schedule, cheated? The man who won over the hearts of not only Geri Horner, but Christian Horner? He was the one who cheated?

Jacob was (strong emphasis on the was) the highest standard I ever held. Now, I didn’t even know what standards to have anymore. Anyone could be a cheater. I never stood a chance.

“It’s fine, Max.” I say softly, wiping at my face again to try and make it look less like I’ve been sobbing since I found out as soon as the plane touched down two days ago. The paddock is buzzing, qualifiers getting ready to start for the first GP. The warm Bahraini sun beats down on the track and I can see the heat wiggling above it. Even in March it’s as hot as summer over here, and part of me misses the gloomy, smoggy streets of London right now.

“It’s not fine!” Max groans at me, throwing his head back in exclamation. I know he’s sick and tired of hearing me say it for the thousandth time, but if I say it’s not fine, I’ll break down. And we can’t have that.

“Max,” Pierre’s voice calls before Max can go on another tirade about killing Jacob. Max turns and I can see the hesitance in him to leave my side. He’s been like this since I met him the first day he raced with Red Bull years back—instantly the two of us clicked. When the days got hard, or his dad got on his back a bit too much, I would appear by his side and with a tiny smile somehow I'd fix everything. After I became his sort of 'chauffeur' when one of our drivers got sick in Abu Dhabi his first year, and we got stuck in an hour of traffic with nothing to do but talk, we became basically glued to each others sides.

I think having my unwavering support made a lot of the transition into Red Bull easier for him. And in moments like these, where he's watching me with a keen eye, I don’t know how I lived so long without his calm presence at my side. I was only a five years old when my dad joined Redbull, it’s been my entire life, and every racer who has passed through our team has never stuck to my side like Max Verstappen has.

“Go.” I nudge his knee when I see his hand twitch and hover by his helmet, eyes darting to me and then Pierre who waits in the doorway, so I supply, “I’ll be here when you get back.”

Max nods, giving me a departing hug before he gets up and starts tugging his racing suit on. Immediately my father replaces him, turning my head to card his hands through my hair.

“Oh, honey.” My father murmurs, squeezing my arms as he lets me lean into him, “I’m so sorry.”

“Don’t be sorry, you didn’t do anything wrong, Papa.” I sigh, leaning into him and letting his wrap his arms tight around me.

“No, I trusted that boy. That’s what I did wrong.” He says back, before handing me back my phone. We sit like that for a long time, people passing us without asking. Everyone knew. I had found out the same way they all did—on social media. Jacob didn’t even have the balls to tell me himself. Fucking coward.

Eventually someone calls my father away, the racing must now in full swing. So I force myself to sulk off to a hidden corner where I can munch on chocolates and watch Max from a little tv. Not as good as my usual perch next to my dad, but I don’t need the public seeing me the day I find out my fiancé of several years had been cheating almost the whole time. With his co-star. Fucking hell.

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10 MARCH 2023 — LONDON, ENGLAND.

I knew returning home to my apartment was going to be hard. I had spent a few days with my dad, Geri, Olivia, Bluebell, and Monty. My father's third marriage had brought me Bluebell and Monty, Olivia's mother my first step mother and my father's second wife.

My mother? I didn't speak to her for good reason.

But being in my father and Geri's home had been refreshing enough to start and heal my heart. I also learned that Geri was really fucking good at healing, it involved a lot of wine and a lot of cursing.

My apartment had been a home full of happy memories of moving in with Jacob, and our time living together everyday I wasn’t at GPs and he wasn’t on set. Memories of our families and friends together with us, and now it would be just me. So empty. Alone. White walls with no decorations anymore. Just staring at me, closing in slowly.

God, I’d rather kill myself than deal with the solid ache in my heart that hasn’t left in almost a week.

Opening the door I sucked in a breath of pure agony. My father’s warm hand around my shoulder a soft reminder that even if I felt abandoned, I wasn’t alone. Not by a long shot. And as the door clicks open, my hand finds the lights instinctually, and my eyes widen to dinner plates.

“Welcome home!” a chorus cheers and I laugh, all my of old friends circled around the end of the foyers hallway, wine glasses and soju bottles in hand. I can’t even speak as tears fill my eyes and the girls run to me, waving my father off. He kisses my hairline, tells me he'll text me when he gets home, and shuts the door as my friends cart me into the kitchen and wipe my tears and fix up my messy hair with giggles.

“Tonight!” One of my friends—eventually I source the drunken giggles to Ally, “we will make you so hot and sexy, he will regret it.”

“And if he comes crawling back!” It’s Mona now.

“We will rip his dick off!” Marija shouts and the girls raise shots to me.

“Guys—what is all of this?” I can’t help but laugh, and then the three look at each other and smile.

“So… you’ve heard of a revenge dress, right?” Ally says slowly, and it all clicks.

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vidvana · 9 months

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I know that nobody asked, but here's some Telvanni lore for all the foodies.

Before you begin this culinary journey, check out this post about ash yams it's essential.

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Telvanni Cuisine

It’s obvious that Telvanni have an extensive knowledge of fungi. After all, they live in huge mushrooms and collect and plant numerous species from all across the Tamriel to use them in their potions. It goes without saying that their cuisine is also quite fungal. The commonfolk at Telvanni settlements as most of the Dunmer source their protein both from fungi* and insect meat. But Telvanni nobles love nurturing peculiar worldviews and traditions that differentiate them from other races - or even other Dunmer. One of them is their distaste for anything that doesn’t grow in soil. They frown upon hunter traditions of Ashlanders and stock-raising of house Redoran and regard them as “primitive” in contrast to the delicate art of growing fungi. The alchemy ingredients are an obvious exception from this rule, but in general as their occupations don’t usually include menial work, their light and low-calorie cuisine perfectly matches their lifestyle. This resulted in traditional cuisine of the nobility being solely plant-, or more specifically, mushroom-based**, that contrasts sharply with the cuisine of Skyrim that is rich in venison and other animal-based foods***. Noble Telvanni shun debilitating ingredients such as alcohol and moon sugar in their everyday cuisine, as keeping their minds sharp is their main priority. In order to get an indulgent sweet taste marshmerrow is used instead. Telvanni rarely import vast quantities of vegetables from other provinces as house Hlaalu does. They use commonly grown foods like saltrice, ash yams or mushrooms as the base ingredients of the dishes. In some aspects they prefer to stick to the Dunmer traditions. The nobles, though, indulge themselves in expensive imported berries - not only because of their magic-enhancing abilities but also because of their extravagant taste. As the Telvanni ranks feature numerous alchemists the import of alchemical ingredients is obviously very common. Telvanni chefs gradually incorporated some of the exotic spices into traditional cuisine. Especially valued are the most characterful of them that fancy up the bland taste of mushrooms, such as juniper, ginseng or garlic****. * In real life mushrooms are a rather poor source of protein compared to legumes like beans and lentil. But since there are no legumes in TES universe (at least as far as I know) let's suppose there are some protein-rich mushrooms Telvanni can plant. ** It’s also worth mentioning that I’m a Telvanni-fixated vegan ass myself so that’s a more probable reason why I made my beloved house also vegan xD *** A lovely example of that contrast you can encounter in @thana-topsy ‘s fanfic “Breathing Water”. This would nicely explain Neloth’s preference for apple cabbage stew. **** This recipe for example resembles Telvanni cuisine, it was one of the inspirations from my imaginary dishes above.

Above I’ve come up with some examples of what noble Telvanni would eat on a daily basis.

Thanks for reading that and take care :3

#house telvanni #telvanni #dunmer #dark elf #dark elves #tes morrowind #tes lore #tes #tesblr #my-posts #darkelf #ash yams #morrowind

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prince-kallisto · 3 months

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Dire Crowley SSR Card Analysis

My head is still reeling…everytime I look at this card, I feel like I’m dreaming. But now’s not the time for that, my brain settled down enough to make a some what conherent analysis, with many thanks to the people I will tag 🫡 Later on I brightened up the card a lot so we can see more of the background details!

Dire Crowley’s SRR is called “Raven Jacket,” which is rather interesting that he’s referred to as a raven instead of a crow. This card will be released alongside a new event type, the NRC Practical Magic class with Crowley. Crowley suddenly having a card must mean a similar situation to Rollo Flamme: Card voicelines, a summoned voice line, guest room chibi, groovy art, attack/battle animations, and possibly a vignette focused on him.

For Crowley, being able to use his card in battle is notable because he’s never been in battle in game before. We will gain a new insight of his weapons and magic, whether he uses void magic or an entirely new form of magic unique to him. Even if he used void magic, I can imagine him receiving unique animations, likely involved raven feathers. Perhaps his cane will be used like a magic pen, and perhaps his even sorely-missed “Lash of Love/Tough Love” whip will make a return.

I’ve also seen some funny suggestions that Crowley will end up in the lessons with the students. Perhaps this new event that will be releasing will create an entirely new stage for the teachers/staff so there won’t be duplicates of Crowley or him participating in student lessons?

This also means that Crowley will have a duo with someone, as @rahmareda-03 pointed out. The most likely candidates so far are Grim, Malleus, and Lilia- at least if we consider the current theories of Crowley being related to Levan (aka Malleus’ father) in some manner. If we take the theories out of the picture, Grim seems to be the most likely candidate, as him duoing with Crowley would be quite symbolic for his relationship with Ramshackle and Yuu, and any other possible lore Crowley has with Grim.

Malleus in particular is an interesting case. Time and time again, we have seen Malleus parallel Crowley several times in either his cards or animations, but this time, it is Crowley paralleling with Malleus with not one, but two of Malleus’ cards! @ventique18 pointed out that Crowley resembles both Malleus’s Dorm Uniform SSR and his groovied Glorious Masquerade card. But what I personally find fascinating is that Crowley’s card is essentially a combination of these two cards. Crowley is sitting on his desk, legs crossed and holding his cane in a similar manner as Malleus’ Dorm Uniform. But then the light, angle, and the chandelier is very reminiscent of the Glorious Masquerade card.

I adore how Crowley is smiling, but is looking down upon the viewer. Unlike Malleus’ Glorious Masquerade card, Crowley isn’t in a merciful pose, despite his catchphrase of being so gracious. Although he is smiling like he usually does, there is a sense of confidence and power over the viewer. His office chandelier does not cast the same warm glow, it is harsh and cold, and still obscures him in darkness. It feels like the composition was designed to have everything in his office loom over you. Here’s a picture of what his office usually looks like!

His cane also takes prominence for the first time in game, because unlike Fellow Honest, Crowley’s live 2D animations do not include his cane. But we finally have a very clear look in-game of his cane that spells “RAVEN” when mirrored

@moonlightequin1 pointed out that the windows in Crowley’s card feels very reminiscent of the cage where Maleficent’s wings were kept in the live-action film. Her wings were cut off and stolen from her, but they were still very well “alive” in the glass cages. The Diamond shapes are exactly the same as in Crowley’s card, and a strong light is coming from his window, much like the iconic shot of Maleficent’s wings in a cage.

His pose also seems to suggest this, and the window is right behind his cape. His cape is very reminiscent of wings, and in several vocielines, Crowley speaks of his “wings” as if they were a part of his anatomy. There’s some sort of wind billowing underneath his cape- perhaps he just landed into his office and landed in his desk, thus creating that image of his cape? His cape’s “feathers” are VERY prominent in this shot 👀

And if the Malleus parallels continue…there is a chance that Crowley’s groovy will have a far more “kind” aura to it. Even though I’m a huge Crowley fan haha, I’m hesitating to say that his face, or at least his eyes, will be revealed. I feel strongly that his groovy may SUGGEST to it, but I have a feeling that his face would be obscured even if he was unmasked in his card. But I do think that Crowley’s groovy will have a similar beautiful and ethereal vibe as Malleus’ Dorm Uniform groovy.

Edit: @rayroseu also pointed out that Crowley’s card is limited edition, much like the other cards for Book 7. Perhaps this is hinting at Crowley playing a role in the next Book 7 update??? 👀👀👀👀👀👀👀

There’s probably other details I missed haha, my mind is still out there…this card is absolutely incredible!! Thank you to everyone pointing out all the little details! \(//∇//)\ 💖💖💖💖💖💖🐦‍⬛

#twisted wonderland #twst #twst analysis #twst theory #dire crowley #twst dire crowley #twst malleus #twst Crowley #twst spoilers #twst jp #kallistopost

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chrollohearttags · 6 months

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idk if u have anymore locked and loaded away but can we get some more musician!eren hcs/traits…just a crumb even. im on the side of the road shaking my cup🙏🏾

oh babes, I got more than I know what to do with. Gather round and I’ll share with you all my never ending lore for the loml. 🤍

EJ is a clown. His favorite pastime outside of music is being an S tier menace. He loves picking at everybody 😭 (y/n), Jean, Mika, his own MAMA..nobody is off limits when he gets started. He is an asshole and proud of it. (he once told Mika she was jealous of him because she was bald headed and he wasn’t. Sis tried to break his nose but then remembered she needed him for a performance that night 😩)

he can play over 10 different instruments and proficiently at that! His main is guitar and drums but he’s naturally gifted so any instrument he puts his hands on, he can learn fairly quickly.

he won’t attend awards shows unless his whole crew is invited too. Don’t matter if it’s the Grammys, BET, VMA’s..if his whole team isn’t there, he’s not going. And they definitely forget it if (y/n) isn’t on the list.

he HAS to have at least an hour before shows to be completely alone and decompress, otherwise, he’ll be messing up all night. He has severe anxiety so it makes it hard for him to concentrate if too much is going on before hand. He’ll spend the time meditating or listening to music and smoking.

his ultimate goal is to one day start his own label. He wants to work with more female artists because he feels there are “a lot of dudes using women for clout but never wanting to put them on.”

also adding to that, Eren swears he is not a dancer but decided to let (y/n) do choreography for his latest song and he ended up liking it so much, that he incorporated it into his latest performance.

(haven’t quite delved into this yet so not giving away too much!) but there is one person who eren credits his musical career to and for pushing him to go for it. His exact quote: “there’s so many people who’ve helped me throughout my journey. That I have to thank for getting me this far but as for who really made this possible? Well..she’s no longer here and I wish she was. I wish she could see how far I’ve come and I only hope that she’s smiling down on me. I hope I made her proud.”

he lovessss sitting in on (y/n)’s practice sessions! Not even on some sexual shit, it truly fascinated him seeing his girl do all of these intricate pole tricks without falling or missing a beat. He realizes how much work goes into learning it and respects your talent. He even posts vids to his Instagram story, showing you off.

during the time of the [p word that shall not be named] he and Armin put their DJ’ing skills to good use and entertained their fans. They started a little thing on Instagram live called “Club Passion” where they would dress up in these cheesy ass fits, pretend they were hosting events and have people join in the live. They’d play music, be drinking and even host twerk contests where they’d CashApp the winner a prize. (A very unserious duo 😭)

for the more devious of the traits, he’s a demon and a half when he drinks. He has zero limits or shame. Including in the bedroom. RIP to (y/n)’s cervix cause he has no control.

he is a habitual bed/headboard breaker 😩🥴 do with that what you will.

he doesn’t believe in cheating or open relationships, but he’ll gladly let you share him with your girls and vice versa. (Niesha’s definitely his favorite but he won’t tell his best friend that 🤭) And if he’s feeling extra deviant, he’ll let you pick a fan of his to do some thangs with. “As long as she doesn’t go running her mouth, I’m with whatever y’all wanna do.” He definitely has a few videos of you guys’ escapades saved in his phone. (the NDA’s stay ready!)

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imagineteamfreewill · 5 months

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Cursed

Title: Cursed

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader

Word Count: 4.9k

Warnings: Brief heavy drinking, suggested dub con (nothing actually happens besides PG-13 touching, but more is suggested and the reader does not want to participate), cursed Dean, language, angst, a little fluff

Summary: Dean’s cursed after a witch hunt and Sam and Y/N are left to deal with the consequences.

A/N: This is a super random one shot I started writing in 2018 that I just recently found in an old WIP folder. I’ve changed it a lot from what it originally started as, but I hope it’s enjoyable nonetheless. As always, thanks for reading and for supporting me in all the ways you do!

Dividers by @firefly-graphics

“Dean,” you sigh. You steal the sweaty, half-drunk beer bottle from his hand. “You can’t just drink until you black out!”

He rolls his eyes at you, pulling another bottle from the paper carton beside him. It’s already empty and he huffs in annoyance, setting it aside before grabbing the fourth and final beer from its slot.

“Dean!”

He doesn’t respond, instead choosing to pry the top off the bottle and take a long swig, then let out a satisfied sigh. The bottle cap clatters to the concrete beneath his pool chair. He smacks his lips and you try to disguise your disgust, even if he won’t care either way.

Frustrated, you stomp back to the motel room and push the door open, slamming your room key and the bottle you’d taken away on the table in front of Sam. The door hits the door jamb on the wall before bouncing back and slamming shut with a bang.

“Your brother is going to be the end of me!” you growl.

Sam looks up, eyebrows raised as he tries to transition his mind from the lore he’s been reading to what you’ve said. “Hmm?”

You groan and run a hand through your hair, inwardly praying for some patience, then look back down at him. “I said,” you begin, unable to even vaguely disguise how you feel, “that your brother is slowly annoying me to death! Please tell me that you have a cure, or at least a counter-curse! I don’t know how much longer I can take this!”

“I haven’t found anything so far,” Sam replies, shaking his head apologetically. He reaches for the beer bottle and you snatch it away, grinding your teeth in frustration. Though you want to take a sip of it yourself to make the next few hours—or days, depending on how long it takes you and Sam to find a cure—easier, you grip it hard in one hand for a second before sighing and putting it back on the edge of the table. Just because Dean was drinking himself to death, doesn’t necessarily mean that his younger brother had to suffer.

“Just… Just figure something out. I need to go back to keeping an eye on Mister R&R out there.” You gesture towards the door, then press the heels of your hands to your eyes. You’re exhausted; not only had yesterday’s witch hunt been nothing more than a dead end, but somehow, Dean managed to get himself cursed. It’s up to you and Sam to find the witch and a cure, and Dean’s no help. The curse has left him incapable of doing any actual work, instead convincing him that all he should do for the rest of his life is relax. All you’ve done for the last day and a half is chase after him to make sure that he doesn’t break any laws or get himself hurt.

“We’ll figure it out, Y/N. I promise,” Sam reassures. “Why don’t you try to get some rest? Maybe we can convince Dean to come relax in here. If we’re lucky, he might sleep, too. Sleeping isn’t work—if we spin it the right way he might go for it.”

You nod wearily and pick up the beer again. You dump its contents down the bathroom drain before tossing the empty bottle in the plastic trash can. “Are there any more of those in here?” you ask, heading back out to the main part of the room.

Sam turns in his seat to glance around the room, then shakes his head. “Nope. I think Dean got ‘em all already.” He closes his laptop and pushes the chair back from the table, standing and grabbing your keycard. “You take a shower and I’ll go get Dean. You look like hell.”

Snorting, you send Sam a grateful look and go over to your duffel, where you pull out your bag of toiletries and one of Dean’s old t-shirts. After a second of thought, you grab a pair of shorts, just in case he’s feeling grabby. “Gee, thanks.”

The sound of the door closing is Sam’s response. You shut your eyes for a second, soaking in the still, peaceful silence of the room before going into the bathroom and shutting the door behind you. It’s the first time since yesterday morning that you’ve been alone, and it’s the first time it’s been so quiet, too.

Minutes later, you’re scrubbing yourself down and ignoring the way that the dirty water pools around your feet as you rinse away the grime from the past two days. It feels good to finally be clean. You’re just rinsing off your face and hair when you hear the bathroom door open and you freeze, carefully peeking open an eye to stare at the frosted white shower curtain. The person on the other side doesn’t move, nor do they make a sound.

“Sam?” you ask after a second. “Is that you?”

“Guess again,” Dean replies, a bit too cheerily for your liking.

You can only see his vague silhouette through the shower curtain, but you can clearly picture the arrogant smirk on his face. It’s been one of the few expressions on his face since he’d been cursed. The others in the rotation have left you equally as irritated.

Pursing your lips, you quickly finish rinsing off and turn the knob to shut off the water. “Hand me my towel,” you say, sticking a hand out around the curtain. It’s a request you’ve made many times in the past, yet now it comes out harsher, more like an order or a command than a simple task.

“Why? It’s not like we haven’t seen each other naked before,” Dean counters.

You sigh, your arm dropping slightly as you keep it held out. “Dean, come on. This isn’t you. Please just hand me my towel.”

“Of course it’s me,” he says. “I’m just wondering why my girl won’t let me see her wet and naked. We could have a lot of fun that way…” His fingertips brush your forearm as his silhouette moves closer, and you snatch your arm back.

“You’re cursed, Dean. We’ve talked about this. Now please, hand me my towel.” Dean only hums in response and you growl quietly to yourself before yelling, “Sam! Sam, get in here!”

A moment later, the bathroom door squeaks open again and you hear Sam shout in annoyance.

“Jesus Christ, Dean! Put on some clothes!”

“Of course he’s naked,” you mumble under your breath. “Why wouldn’t he be?”

Dean chuckles and you shift your weight from one foot to the other, trying not to slip and fall. The chill from the bathroom has started to set in now that you’re no longer under hot water, and goosebumps have broken out over your damp skin. You shiver.

“Sam,” you call, a little louder so you can be certain that he’ll hear you. “Sam, please just hand me my towel. Your idiot brother refuses to.”

You feel the rough fabric in your hand as soon as you stick your arm out again, and you quickly yank it inside the shower with you before Dean can snatch it. After wrapping it around yourself, you pull the shower curtain open to find Dean buttoning his jeans, his upper half still bare.

“Thanks for putting pants on,” you say, pushing him out of the way so that you can get to the sink. Hopefully, your praise will incentivize him to do what you ask. Maybe he’ll be more willing to nap that way. It’s only a thread of hope, but you’ll cling to it until it breaks.

You wipe the fog off the mirror with your hand and peer at your reflection for a second before grabbing your comb and starting to comb out your hair, shivering when cold water drips onto your bare shoulders.

“Let me do that,” Dean says. He grabs the comb before you can answer and picks up where you left off, leaving you to hold up your towel in silence. His hands are gentle and for a moment, you forget that he’s cursed. This is something he does for you all the time. It’s one of the ways he shows you that he cares for you, even when he’s wrapped up in his own thoughts or when the two of you are too tired to even talk.

When the thought pops into your head, however, you begin to analyze the situation, trying to figure out exactly how this is helping Dean relax. So far, he’s only done things that help him relax, not others, which means that this somehow has to be more beneficial to him than it is to you.

Narrowing your eyes slightly, you reach up and take the comb from his hands, ignoring the spark of electricity that runs up your arm when your skin brushes against his. “Why are you doing this?” you ask, crossing your arms over the top of your towel as you turn to face him.

Dean shrugs, glancing at his reflection in the mirror behind you. His expression seems more normal than it has since the witch hunt, and you grip the edge of the towel a little tighter, watching him carefully. Has the curse been broken somehow?

“Dunno. I like playing with your hair, I guess.” A familiar, lazy smile crosses his face as he meets your eyes a second later, and he takes a step forward so his hips pin yours against the bathroom counter. “Plus, I know what happens when you get relaxed and you feel taken care of.”

Scoffing, you push Dean off of you and toss the comb down, then grab your shirt and shorts off the counter. “Get out. I need to change. Go…” You pause, frantically wracking your brain for some suggestion he might actually go for. “Go wait for me in bed, okay? Yeah? I’ll come join you in a minute.” You hope that your words sound promising enough, even if you don’t really plan on doing anything with him while he’s cursed. You couldn’t stomach it.

Dean dips his head to stare down at you with the same lazy, drunk smile on his face as before. “Okay. I’ll be waiting, sweetheart. Don’t take too long.”

He slips out the door, finally leaving you alone, and you quickly push the door shut and flip the lock—something you should’ve done in the first place. You shudder, then glance at your phone on the counter.

“Come on,” you mutter. “Anything is better than this.”

Reluctantly, you force yourself to pick up the phone and send a short, carefully worded text before setting it aside and changing into your clean clothes. Rowena’s response comes just as soon as you’re dressed, and you close your eyes when you read her message, relieved. After forwarding it to Sam, you carry your things out to the main room, only to find that Dean’s just where he had promised he would be. A quick glance around the room shows that Sam has chosen to make himself scarce, and you silently curse his name in every language you know.

“Hey there, Y/N,” Dean drawls, directing your attention back to him. His jeans are unbuttoned again, though not unzipped, and you swallow the lump in your throat at the sight of his half-naked frame sprawled out on the bed, trying to focus on the task at hand. You need to sleep, and you figure that if Dean is sleeping, he can’t get into any trouble. It’s getting him to sleep that will be the problem.

“Hey,” you casually reply. You set your things down in your bag, taking a minute to rearrange them with your back to Dean. You hear noise coming from the bed as you plug your phone in on the TV stand and you slow your movement, listening as Dean moves the pillows and blankets around to his liking. When you turn around again, the extra pillows are all on the floor and he’s settled in the middle of the bed, his arms crossed over his chest as he regards you with a cocky smile.

“You gonna come over here or what?”

Forcing a smile of your own, you cross the room and grab a pillow off the floor, then crawl into bed with Dean. His hands immediately go for your hips in an attempt to pull you on top of him, but you push them away.

“Roll over,” you say, tucking your wet hair behind your ear. “Let me give you a massage first.”

Dean raises an eyebrow, clearly liking your suggestion, then moves over to lay on his stomach. You get to work, doing your very best to get him to relax as much as possible.

You must’ve massaged Dean’s back and shoulders for an hour before you finally hear him let out a soft snore. Your hands are sore, but relief floods you and you carefully move to the opposite edge of the bed and lay on your stomach. You close your eyes, desperately hoping that you’ll fall asleep quickly so you can get as much rest as possible before he awakes.

When you wake up, you can hear Dean arguing with Sam, their voices hushed despite the anger lacing their words. Slowly, you open your eyes and lie still, listening. You’ve rolled over onto your side in your sleep, so you can stare at the wall and watch their shadows as they argue.

“Dean, you can’t go out right now. Y/N is sleeping and I’m not going with you,” Sam huffs. He’s all at once placating and annoyed with his older brother, the same way a parent who’s fed up with their child’s antics might speak. “I have better things to do than pick up chicks at a bar, including finding something to help break whatever curse you’re under.”

“I don’t need your help, Sammy. I’m fine! And I’m not going to a bar, I’m just going to get some food from the taco place down the street!”

“Really? You’re not cursed? Is that why you were taking up most of the bed and Y/N’s only got the edge? Because that’s not like you, man. You’ve been acting differently since we got back yesterday.”

“I told you, I’m fine,” Dean hisses. “Just drop it.”

You listen intently for whatever Sam has to say in response, but it’s too quiet for you to make out anything. After a minute, the door to the parking lot opens, then slams shut. You don’t hear Sam go after his brother, nor do you hear anyone moving around the room, and you frown against your pillow.

Confused, you sit up in bed and rub your eyes before going over to the window, carefully pulling the curtain away from the edge so you can peek outside. It’s pitch black outside. You hadn’t glanced at the clock on the nightstand as you’d crawled out of bed, but you’re certain it’s the middle of the night. You’d slept for almost eight hours, which is practically a miracle.

The boys are just outside the door, on the walkway that runs from the motel office and past every room, all the way to the end of the building. They’re still arguing, but Sam looks more shocked than frustrated. The parking lot lights flicker for a second, and when they come back on, you realize that both Sam and Dean are staring at you.

Feeling a bit guilty that you were caught eavesdropping, you drop the curtain. Then, you step over to the door and pull it open so you can stand in the doorway. Though it’s dark out, Sam and Dean are close enough where you can see them clearly in the overhead lights, and you look between them.

“Is everything okay?” you ask.

The two brothers glance at each other, their unspoken conversation ending with Dean’s shoulders slumping, before Sam bitterly answers, “Dean has something he’d like to tell you.”

“Okay…” You turn your attention to Dean, unsure of what to expect.

It takes him a minute to speak up. “I, uh… I wasn’t cursed.”

You stare at him for a second, trying to understand how his behavior the past 36 hours lines up with that statement. “What?”

“There’s no curse. I wasn’t cursed before, and I’m not cursed now. I’m fine,” he says.

Anger is starting to rise up into your chest and you clench your hands into fists. Slowly, in a way you hope will get you the clearest answer possible, you reply, “What do you mean there was no curse? If there’s no curse, then why have you been acting the way you have?”

Dean has the decency to look ashamed, and he looks away to stare at the window leading into the motel office. The employee manning the front desk looks asleep, with one hand propping his head up on the laminate countertop. The vacancy sign in the window flickers. Sam leaves and heads to the Impala, but you only spare him a glance. A few moments later, the car starts up and drives off toward the main part of town.

“I don’t know. I needed a break from the responsibilities. I wanted to live like there was nothing to worry about, just for a day,” Dean tells you after the parking lot returns to silence once more.

You can’t decide if you’re more shocked at the revelation that he’s not cursed, angry that he’s done what he did, or saddened that Dean felt the way he had, yet he hadn’t felt like he could talk to you about it. You would’ve given him the best day off ever, had you known that’s what he needed. Instead, he’s taken advantage of you and his brother, and he’s treated you poorly in the process. He’s acted like a complete and total selfish asshole.

“I can’t believe you,” you finally scoff. You cross your arms over your chest, but you drop them back down to your sides almost immediately. Angry tears fill your eyes. “You are so selfish! If you had just said something, we could’ve done whatever you’d wanted, but instead, you had to act like you’d been cursed! We were worried sick, Dean!”

You step forward into his space, jabbing a finger at his chest. “I was terrified that we’d never find a cure, and the way you treated me?” You scoff again and shake your head. “Unbelievable. Unbelievable, Dean! I can’t believe you’d treat me like that. I can’t believe you’d treat Sam like that! Do you know that we were this close to making a deal with Rowena?” You bring your hand up between his face and yours, holding your thumb and index finger only an inch apart to emphasize your point. “This close!”

“I know. I’m sorry,” he answers, his voice quiet. He stares down at the sidewalk.

You drop your hand back down your side. “Are you?”

He nods and lifts his head to look up at you. In any other situation, you might’ve broken at the grief in his eyes, but you’re too furious to back down now.

“Y/N, you gotta believe me! If I’d known how out of hand this was going to get, I wouldn’t have done it, but by the time I realized how far I’d taken it, it was too late! I hadn’t thought of a way to get rid of the fake curse without it being too big of an issue, so I had to keep rolling with it.”

You shake your head again, shocked and disgusted that he’d done something so drastic. Throwing up both your hands, you take a step back towards the motel room. “You had to keep rolling with it? I can’t. I can’t deal with this right now! I’m going back to bed.” You turn and start to dig for your keycard in your pajama pocket, even though you know it’s not there.

“We can talk about it whenever you’re ready,” Dean says. “I’ll make it up to you, I swear.”

“You know, I honestly don’t even know if I want to talk to you,” you snap, turning to face him again. “And I’m not sure that there even is a way for you to make this up to me, Dean. This is so far beyond the realm of things that you could’ve done that I can’t even wrap my brain around it!”

You stomp back to the motel room door and yank on the handle. Predictably, it doesn’t budge, and you let out a shriek of frustration. Dean silently offers you his keycard, holding it by your hand though he stands just beyond your view. You snatch it from him and shove it into the slot above the handle. When the light turns green, you shove the door open and step inside, then slam it behind you again, leaving the Dean standing alone on the walkway.

Though you’d said you were going back to bed, you’re too riled up to sleep, so you grab your toiletries and head to the bathroom for your second shower of the day. Thankfully, this is the nicest motel you’ve had in a while. The water pressure may not be great, but the hot water lasts for a long time and there’s nothing suspicious growing anywhere in the bathroom. Once inside, you lock the door behind you and toss your stuff onto the vanity, ignoring it when it slides into the sink instead of staying on the countertop.

As you stand under the hot spray of the shower, you stare hard at the wall. You half-listen to the room, too, just in case Sam or Dean comes back in after you, but mostly you let yourself stew.

Dean’s a great guy. He’s an even better boyfriend, despite all his flaws; he’s attentive, kind, protective (to a fault), and he makes you laugh. He knows when to be gentle and when to leave things be, especially when you’re in a mood. You love him. That thought makes you frown harder, and you cross your arms over your bare chest. You love Dean, but he’s treated you so poorly that you can only doubt if he loves you in the same way. Surely someone couldn’t do something so horrid to someone they loved?

One of the boys knocks on the door and you ignore them. You’d been so wrapped up in your thoughts that you hadn’t heard them enter the room. When they knock again, you roll your eyes and drop your arms, then grab the conditioner.

“What?” you snap.

“Sam came back. We’re going out to get some food. Do you want your usual?” Dean asks.

Huffing, you squirt a handful of conditioner into your palm and close the bottle, and you practically slam it onto the shelf in the shower. It immediately slips off and clatters to the floor, narrowly missing your foot. You curse and leave it there.

“Y/N?” Dean asks again.

“Sure! Fine! Whatever, Dean! Get whatever you want for me, I don’t care!”

“Y/N—”

“Just leave me alone? Okay?”

There’s silence on the other side of the door, and you think for a second that Dean’s actually done what you’ve asked for the first time since the hunt, but then he asks,

“Do you need a break? From me?”

You pause, your hands frozen where they’ve been working the conditioner into your hair, and you stare at the shower curtain for a moment or two while you think over Dean’s words.

“I don’t know,” you finally reply. “I’m angry, and I’m really fucking hurt. Do you know how exhausted I was, Dean? How worried I was that the second I stopped making sure you didn’t do something stupid, you’d get hurt or arrested? I didn’t shower after the hunt, and I’ve barely eaten anything.

“And when you came in here while I was showering earlier? I was so scared you’d do something that you couldn’t truly agree to. And then, for a minute, when you combed my hair, it was like everything was normal again. I guess it was normal, but I didn’t know that then, did I? And then, after a while, I thought you were doing it just to come onto me, and you played that up. You made me so uncomfortable, Dean, I wasn’t sure I’d be able to stop you from doing something if you were really dead set on having sex with me. If you’d really been cursed, you wouldn’t have been in your right mind to agree to anything, and I would’ve had to live with that thought if something had actually happened! I was so terrified of that, and yet the whole time you were just pretending! Like it was a game to you, or something!”

There’s a strangled noise from the other side of the door and you close your eyes, hands trembling. Dean doesn’t speak again for a minute. When there’s only silence, you start rinsing out your hair, and then you turn off the shower and grab your towel from the bar.

“I don’t know how to make it up to you,” Dean says, startling you as you reach for your comb. It’s exactly where you’d left it last night, after you’d thrown it aside. You stand on the cheap bath mat, holding the tiny plastic comb as you wait for Dean to continue.

“I probably never will, but I want to try. I know I’ve messed up, and I know I did horrible things. You have no idea how horrible I feel and how sick it makes me that I made you so uncomfortable. I should’ve stopped right away. I shouldn’t have even pretended to want that from you. If you can’t forgive me for what I did and how I made you feel, I’ll understand and I’ll leave you alone forever, but I love you, Y/N. I never meant for this to happen. I don’t know what got into me.”

“This isn’t like you, Dean,” you interject, quieter than before. You feel deflated after his speech. “What’s going on?”

“I don’t know,” he says, almost pleading with you, as if you have all the answers. You wish you did.

You lean sideways against the door. It’s cold against your shoulder and you hold the towel tighter, staring at your blurred reflection in the foggy mirror. “Why didn’t you just talk to me?”

“I don’t know. I should’ve. My head’s messed up and I was afraid you wouldn’t react the way I needed you to.”

“It’s okay to feel scared when you talk about how you feel, but we’ve gotta be honest with each other if this is going to work. You have to be honest with the person you’re dating, no matter what. That’s a big thing, Dean.”

“I know.” He pauses. “I’m sorry.”

“Me too.”

The two of you stand there in silence, each of you on opposite sides of the door. Finally, you straighten up and turn the handle. It unlocks automatically and you pull the door open to meet Dean’s eyes. He looks shocked that you’re facing him so soon, and though his eyes flicker down at the white towel you’re still wearing, he mostly just holds your gaze, waiting for you to speak first. His eyes are red and puffy. He’s been crying, and though he’d mentioned that Sam was back, the room is silent.

“This kind of thing can never happen again,” you tell him firmly. “If it does, I’m out. I’m telling Sam that, too, so that if you pull something like this again and then try to find me, he can stop you.”

Dean nods. His voice breaks as he replies, “That’s fair. You deserve to be with someone who’s good for you, even if it’s not me.”

“And we have to talk about how we’re feeling, even if it’s hard. Maybe we should come up with a plan for when you feel this way.” Dean nods again and you look down at the comb in your hands. You pause for a second to collect your thoughts. “Dean, I’m still angry with you, and I probably will be for at least a little while, but I’m also hurt that you felt you couldn’t talk to me. I know Sam probably is too, but I do understand how you feel. You’re not alone in this.”

“I know that now,” he softly answers.

You look up. “Do you?”

He nods. “I’m sorry,” Dean repeats.

“I know.” You look back at the comb, then up at him again. “You can start by combing out my hair and braiding it in those fancy braids you pretend not to know how to do.” You hold out the comb and when Dean opens his mouth to protest, you raise an eyebrow at him. “You wanna fix things? This is step one, Dean.”

He sighs and takes the comb, his shoulders slumped dramatically. There’s a hint of his normal self in his expression now. You step further into the bathroom to allow him room to stand behind you.

Dean’s hands are gentle as he begins to comb out your wet hair. You glance up at him in the mirror. He catches your eye almost right away, then smiles slightly. You smile back, just enough for him to see it before he focuses back on your hair, the first olive branch that you’ve extended him.

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son-of-a-top-gun · 4 months

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Sky's the Limit (part 2)

hello everyone, so glad you all enjoyed part one so much - thought you deserved a little treat in the form of the next chapter and some juicy lore..

warning: some evidence to the canon that Bob fucks, mention of infinite jest, Jake flirting with anything that moves, the usual

Sky's the Limit part 2

part one

Part of the deal of getting to stay with Penny for free was occasionally helping behind the bar when she was short-staffed, or more importantly, when she had a hot date with Pete.

You had to borrow one of her old Hard Deck t-shirts, which was a little bit too snug for your liking, but you had to make do. Besides, it was a welcome break from the blank screen you had spent the last week looking at. Talking to real people, maybe that’s where inspiration will come from.

****

When Jake walks into the bar, he is determined. He is absolutely exhausted and he needs to get back into his groove, when he immediately notices it. Behind the bar there is a girl wiping down the far end, with her back turned to him. She’s in a pair of pretty short shorts and a quite snug Hard Deck t-shirt, and she’s clearly new. This should be easy.

“Could I get a drink? I’m terribly thirsty over here.” He says in the deepest, sultry Southern tone he can get.

The girl turns around, and Jake’s face drops.

It’s you, with your hair down and you’re not wearing your glasses. He swallows and subtly readjusts himself.

“Really Bagman? That’s the best you’ve got?”

He puffs his chest a little. “I’m surprised you can even tell it’s me from over there. I’m pretty sure that’s a safety hazard.”

“I’ve got contacts in, dumbass. Although I don’t need my glasses to know a sore loser when I see one.”

“And I would have thought that bar work is below such a worthy scholar like yourself.”

“I’m helping Aunt Penny. She’s got a date with Pete. Or wait, you guys call him Maverick.” Jake nods. You look at his hands. “Corona right?”

Jake is taken slightly aback. “Yeah, that’s right.” You pull out a bottle and open it.

He takes a swig, before yawning. “Hot date, eh? That’s good for some.”

“Tell me about it.” You say without thinking, before correcting yourself. “I can’t believe the great Bagman isn’t constantly inundated with women throwing themselves at him.” He looks at you in a way that makes you feel very exposed all of a sudden. “I mean, in spite of your terrible pick up lines.”

“Yeah, well I’m not going to waste my good ones on you am I?” Jake regrets it a little the moment he says it, but you carry on wiping glasses, seemingly unaffected.

“I’m just saying they could probably do with an edit or two.”

“You’re going to give me tips, are you? Thanks but no thanks.” He leans over the bar. “I’m doing just fine, thank you.” He catches a whiff of whatever perfume you’re wearing. Damn, if it doesn’t smell good.

You lean back and raise your hands up. “Alright, good luck then. I need to get back to work.”

Jake wants to think of a witty retort but you’re already gone. He picks up his beer and walks over to the pool table where the other pilots are waiting. He doesn’t know why he feels hot, but he hopes it will go away. It has to go away, right?

***

“Earth to Hangman?” Tash waves her hand in front of his face. “It’s your turn.” She’s still holding the darts.

“Oh right, sure.” He tries to focus on the board, throwing his darts even quicker than usual.

“It’s annoying you’re still good at that when you’re clearly not even paying attention.” Tash huffs.

Jake looks over to you as you serve one of the older gentlemen.

“So what do we know about this ‘Ladybug’?” He asks, still not prising his eyes away.

“Great, Hangman has a crush.” Tash swats his arm. “I like this one Jake, I’m not letting you drive her away.”

“I’m not going to. Besides, she’s Penny’s niece so she’s not going anywhere.” He turns to her and Bob, who is looking at his phone. “But there’s something odd about her right?”

“You’re just saying that because she doesn’t immediately want to jump your bones, Bagman.”

Bob keeps looking at his phone. He had in fact looked her up after your last conversation. He did find it odd that you had clearly already finished your pHD because he had already read your thesis, which had already been published. However, it was rare he had something over Jake, and he liked you, so he decided to say nothing. He wasn’t sure what you were working on, but whatever it was, he was sure it was your business.

Jake needed to work for this one.

Bob looks at Jake, who is intently watching as a skinny guy in glasses and some faded band t-shirt leans over, talking to you. You lean in, your arms slightly squeezing your chest towards him. Unbeknownst to anyone, Jake feels himself getting hot again all of a sudden. This scrawny little rat? Really? He downs his beer.

“Anyone want another drink?”

****

You return to the bar and look around. Cute Glasses Guy is nowhere to be seen.

“Bagman, did you see where that guy went?”

“What guy?” Jake twiddles with his toothpick, desperately avoiding eye contact. You look him over.

“You know exactly which guy. Where did he go?”

“I don’t know.”

“You are a terrible liar.” You cross your arms. “What did you say to him?”

Jake finally turns to look at you.

“Look, you’re better off without him. He was about two minutes away from telling you how much he loved Infinite Jest. “

“Well at least he could probably read it, unlike you. I’m surprised you even know who David Foster Wallace is.”

“I’m full of surprises. Unlike him. You do not want a guy who dresses like he got lost in a vintage store in Portland, and wants you to invest in his startup to help buy polaroids for orphans.”

You cross your arms.

“So what guys do I want exactly? Big hunky pilots who think they are God’s gift to women? I’m fine, thank you.” You get back to cleaning the bar.

“You think I’m hunky.”

“Shut up.”

“I mean, what’s wrong with me anyway? Most girls would kill for this.”

You couldn’t help but grin. It really did irk him that you weren’t falling for his act.

“Sorry babe, but you’re not my type.”

“Then tell me, who is?”

You scan the bar. You looked over at the pilots clustered around the pool table.

“Oh my god, it’s not Rooster is it?”

“As much as I would love to say that, him and my sister have history.” You clap your hands over your mouth. “Wait, I’m not supposed to say that.” You turn to him. “How good are you at keeping secrets?” He seems to mull it over.

“Hangman, I’m being serious.”

He rolls his eyes before miming zipping his lips shut. “I am a gentleman of my word. I promise I won’t, even if it will kill me. Besides, I don’t even know who your sister is.”

“And I’d like to keep it that way.”

“Do you honestly think I just sleep with every single woman I lay my eyes on?”

“Yes. Especially if they are more beautiful, successful, glamorous versions of me.”

“I doubt that.” You tilt your head at him. He looks curiously soft, until he realises your look, and he looks away, taking a sip of his beer. “But let me know when she’s in town.” You whip him with the dish cloth you’re holding.

“Gross, Jake.” Jake’s eyebrow perked up. You used his real name. He wanted to celebrate but his curiosity got the better of him.

“So who is your type then?”

You looked back at the table.

All the pilots were ridiculously good looking, it was like a casting director had chosen every single one of them to make you nervous. But as you swept through, you could see one particular pilot looking at his phone smiling.

“Bob.”

“Bob? Are you kidding?”

“No? He’s tall, handsome, smart and a real gentleman.” You lean forward. “And he fucks.”

“Ew, what, gross. Where are you even getting that from?”

“Women’s intuition.” You tap your nose. Jake looks at you disbelievingly. “Also he has a hickey right at the bottom of his neck, just poking out of his collar, and what looks like” You take another look over. “Bruises and nail marks on his arms.”

“How the hell can you see that from over there?”

“I’ve got good observation skills.”

“Does that come in handy with your thesis?”

“Sometimes.”

Jake leans forward.

“So if you’ve come to this conclusion, why don’t you ask him out then?” Jake huffs.

“He is also definitely seeing someone Jake, don’t be stupid.”

“Okay, now you are having me on.”

“Why is it so hard for you to believe someone like Bob could have a girlfriend? Do you think because someone wears glasses and likes books they are doomed to be unfuckable losers? That they should be grateful for any single morsel of attention they receive because who knows what will turn up?”

“That’s not what I meant Ladybug-”

You point at him.

“You don’t get to call me that.”

“Look, I’m -”

“Hey Hangman!” Javy waves a cue, “you promised us a game remember?”

Jake turns back to you, but you are gone, serving someone else at the bar.

***

Jake walks back to the pool table, where Bob is still looking at his phone smiling.

“Who are you messaging?”

Bob’s head snaps up, and he puts his phone behind his back.

“Er-what, no, I mean no one. Just looking at a - a - a- meme, that’s all.”

“Goddammit.” He turns back to you at the bar where you are talking to another customer.

“Jake-”

“Look Bob, remember we share any good memes on the chat. That’s what good squad members do.” He sees Bob’s shoulders visibly relax. At this point Nat sidles up to him.

“Hey, I realised where her name sounds familiar.”

“Oh really?”

“Her dad is Admiral Y/N.” Jake’s eyebrows raised so far they almost flew off his forehead.

“That guy? The one who -”

“Yeah. That one.”

Your dad was famous throughout the entirety of Top Gun for being perhaps the biggest hard ass there was. He was known to give recruits 200 pushups for just looking at him wrong. He even scared Jake’s dad. Jake couldn’t imagine what he would do if anyone dared to touch his daughter. But something still didn’t make sense. Usually he could tell Navy brats a mile off but Jake knew this was different. You hadn’t even given the slightest hint who you were. This game had just gotten a little more dangerous, and a lot more interesting.

part three

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the-joju-experience · 1 year

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Scar saw the poll turn green. He cheered to himself and smirked.

“About time someone acknowledged my sexiness,” Scar said to himself. He scrolled back up to the bracket, looking for his next competitor. He read the name and paused.

Technoblade.

He swallowed a large mouthful of air. Behind him, he heard the sick sound of steel scraping its scabbard.

---

“Doc, my brother from another mama!” Ren shouted. He leaned over the edge of the Perimeter, looking for his friend. “Did’ja see the bracket? We’re up against each other!” He heard nothing.

“Doc?” Ren shouted slightly louder.

“I heard, Ren,” Doc said. Ren turned around slowly, finding Doc standing over him in his ripped lab coat, taut muscles exposed to the elements that surrounded him. “And I’m sorry that your time in the bracket has to end this way.”

---

“Oi, Pearl!” Cleo said, landing next to their fellow hermit.

“Hiya, Cleo!” Pearl said. “Is this about the bracket?”

"Yep,” Cleo said. “I just wanted to stop by and say, no hard feelings.”

“Why would there be hard feelings?” Pearl asked.

“Well, no one’s heard from Zloy since I beat him into a pulp,” Cleo said. “I just wanted to make sure you knew there’s no shame in losing.”

“What makes you think you’re gonna win?”

Cleo arched her eyebrows menacingly and glared at Pearl.

“No, Pearl, I don’t think I’m going to win,” they said. “I know.”

---

“Hi Joel!” BDubs shouted. His head had just shot up out of a bush on Joel’s island.

“Good lore, BDubs!” Joel shouted, quickly moving his foot out of the way. “How did you even get here?”

“The power of my sexy prowesses!” BDubs said enthusiastically. He disentangled himself from the foliage and drew himself up to full height, which was not particularly tall. “You know what they’re saying about me on the Tumbles, right?”

“I think they actually think I’m sexier,” Joel said.

“I wouldn’t be so sure,” BDubs said, attempting to throw his arm over Joel’s shoulder. Unfortunately, he couldn’t reach, so he awkwardly backed away with an outstretched arm.

“I am, as you know, a very tall and sexy god of lore,” Joel said. “I think that beats ‘weird mossy dwarf’ any day.”

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Scott cursed as he slipped on a rock. He had been crawling through the wilderness for several hours, searching for his competitor, but he had finally come close. He checked his map one more time, seeing how far he had come. Looking up, he saw a small wooden cabin. He approached it and knocked on the door.

Etho opened it, allowing savory smoke to waft into Scott’s nose.

“What’s up?” Etho asked.

“I just came to tell you…” Scott said nervously, “we’re up against each other in the bracket...”

“Oh, that’s fun!” Etho said.

“And that I’m going to tell my fans that if they don’t vote for me they’re homophobic,” Scott said.

Scott couldn’t see it, but deep down he knew that Etho was frowning disapprovingly.

---

Grian walked into Mumbo’s base, following some weird, high-pitched noise from his own base.

“MumboJumbo!” a voice was singing. “I am hotter!”

"Mumbo?” Grian whispered hopefully. Following the sound, he walked deeper, approaching the slight opening in the walls of Mumbo’s vault. The noise grew, and Grian’s hopes grew with it.

Those hopes deflated when he entered and saw Slimecicle dropping slimeballs on every surface.

“MumboJumbo!” the autotuned voice continued. “Come and fight me!”

Grian sighed heavily, turned, and left.

---

Wilbur was walking towards his front door when he noticed Joe Hills sitting on his porch.

“Oh,” Wilbur said. “You’re Joe, right?”

"Yes I am!” Joe said.

“Is this about the bracket?” Wilbur asked.

“Oh, that silly thing?” Joe said. “No, not in the slightest! I just wanted to say howdy!”

“Do you want to come in or something?” Wilbur offered. “I have soup if you want it. And I’ve been told I make some pretty good burgers.”

“No, that’s fine,” Joe said. “I’m good just sitting right here.”

“OK, then,” Wilbur said, opening the door. He walked inside and looked around. On a hunch, he checked upstairs. Nothing was amiss. He came back down to find Joe sitting exactly where he had left him.

“Are you going to… move or something?” Wilbur asked.

“No, I think I’ll sit right here for the next…” he checked his phone. “22 hours and 57 minutes.”

---

Grian returned to his cave to find Quackity lounging on a dark oak stair in front of the portal.

“Hiya!” Quackity said.

"Oh no,” Grian said nervously. “What do you want?”

“I thought I’d skip ahead a bit and try to cut a deal,” he said. “You see, I know I can’t win against you. You’ve got way too many stans.”

“Look, if this is about the bracket, I don’t really care-”

“Look, Grian. I have an offer.” Quackity stood up and walked towards the hermit. “Let’s pool our votes and form a ticket together. We can be co-sexymen!”

“No no no no no,” Grian said. “I’ve heard this story before.”

“But I have to beat Wilbur!” Quackity said. “Come on, man. What the fu-”

“Nope!” Grian interjected, shoving Quackity back through the Rift.

Behind him, Grumbot lit up. He whirred briefly, and then spat out a message.

WHAT WAS THAT ABOUT?

“This is a family-friendly server, Grumbot,” Grian said.

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spaceyaceface · 10 months

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A Black Walnut Wand

Ominis Gaunt x Reader/MC

Word Count: 3.4k

Summary: A wand made of Black Walnut can be a finicky thing---if the wielder isn't truthful, whether with themselves or with others, it's power diminishes.

So it's just absolutely perfect when her wand starts acting up right before N.E.W.T.S., isn't it?

Warnings: Little angst I guess

A/N: I was researching wand lore and came across this info and couldn't stop thinking about it's potential to be used in the classic "suddenly she realized she was in love this whole time" so here you go :)

At first she thought it was just stress making her magic go awry. That would have made sense—N.E.W.T.s were fast approaching, and what seventh year wouldn’t be going through hell with exams that would literally define their lives in the not-so-far-off future. But even when she went to Nurse Blainey and got a Calming Draught to try to get a little spellwork practiced, she was still getting nothing.

It was then she came to the conclusion that something must be wrong with her wand. It had served her perfectly well for over two years—never had she had a single issue with it. Something had changed, and she had no idea what. She couldn’t remember dropping it or damaging it in any way, and a close inspection revealed it looked as good as new. But it had to be her wand—there was no other explanation.

She tried to hide it for a bit, but it was hard with all of her friends constantly asking to study together. Poppy wanted help with Charms. Sebastian with Transfiguration. And Ominis simply insisted he couldn’t do any studying on Defense Against the Dark Arts without her. Spells she had mastered years ago were suddenly nothing but a sad shower of sparks, shocking each of her friends when they saw it.

“What on earth was that?” Sebastian said. She had just tried to transform a rat into a tea kettle, but nothing happened besides a small red flash. She buried her face in her hands.

Ominis sat across from her, his face set in a deep frown. “I still hear squeaking… You said the incantation right, perhaps the wand movement?”

“It’s my wand,” she bemoaned. “I think there’s something wrong with it.”

Sebastian lunged forward, taking the wand from her hand and performing the same inspections she had at least a dozen times over. “It looks just fine,” he concluded.

She groaned. “I know it does. But I’ve tried everything else I can think of. I must have hit it or something, or… I don’t know.”

“Have you taken it in to Ollivander’s?” Ominis asked.

“No, I haven’t. What if he tells me I need a new wand?” She frowned at the idea. “I don’t want a new one. I like this one. Or at least I did when it was working.”

“I don’t really see how you have much of a choice,” Ominis said, resting his hand on her arm. “Not with N.E.W.T.s coming up.”

Her heart skipped a beat at his reminder. “Don’t say that. It’s just going to make me feel worse.”

Ominis chuckled a bit. “I’m not trying to make you feel worse. I’m trying to talk some sense into you.”

“I hate it when you’re logical.”

Sebastian rolled his eyes at the two of them. “Get a room, would you?”

She shot him a glare. “I’ll get it figured out soon enough. In the meantime, we can brush up on some theory.”

The three of them kept studying together, and she couldn’t help but notice that Ominis kept his attention at least partially on her the whole time. He kept tilting his head toward her, brows furrowing. She tried not to let it get to her.

By the time they decided to call it quits, the common room was mostly cleared out. Her head was spinning with all the terms and definitions she was struggling to memorize as she packed up her books. Before she left for her dorm, Ominis caught her arm.

“Wait,” he said as she turned back to him.

“What is it?” she asked.

“Go to Ollivander’s tomorrow, will you?” he said. “I know how much you love your wand. I completely understand the feeling. But… but I wouldn’t want you to fail your exams because of it.”

She let out a sigh, hearing his concern in his voice. “I know,” she said softly. “It’s silly. He might even be able to fix it. I’ll go tomorrow.”

His shoulders lost a bit of their tension. “Good. If I can help at all, don’t hesitate to ask.”

Her stomach flipped at his kindness. “I’ll let you know.”

He nodded a bit. “Goodnight, then.”

“Goodnight.”

They parted ways, and soon she flopped down on her bed with a sigh, the place where he’d held her arm still burning like fire.

She bit her lip as she stood outside the shop, holding her wand and tapping it against her other palm. After a moment, she walked inside, bell dinging as the door opened.

It was cluttered in there, as usual. Wand boxes filled the cubbies in the walls from floor to ceiling. The front desk was vacant for only a moment before Mr. Ollivander came from the back.

“Hello, Miss,” he greeted, glancing between her nervous face and the wand in her hands. “I take someone is having some troubles with their wand?”

She nodded. “Yes, sir. N.E.W.T.S. are coming up, and it’s just not working like usual. It’s hardly working at all, I’m afraid.”

“Care to give me a quick demonstration?”

She lifted her wand, pointing it to one of the wand boxes on his desk. “Wingardium Leviosa!”

The box did not levitate. All that happened was a small trail of smoke leaving the tip of her wand. She sighed.

“I see,” Mr. Ollivander said, reaching out a hand toward her. “May I?”

She handed him her wand, and soon he was carefully looking it over.

“Dragon heartstring,” he said softly. “Nine and a quarter inches, brittle, and… ah.”

She frowned. Was there some crack or something she had missed?

He met her eyes. “The wood is Black Walnut.”

“Yes,” she said slowly, not understanding why this should have been significant to her.

“Black Walnut wands are a little picky,” Mr. Ollivander said. “They are very careful about who they choose to align themselves with. They are very attuned to inner conflict.”

A small sense of dread started trickling down her spine. “What does that mean, exactly?”

“It means the power of the wand diminishes when its wielder practices any form of self-deception,” he continued. “And if the owner is not honest with themself—or others—for an extended period of time, it may not work at all.”

Her heart dropped. “I didn’t—I’m not trying to—there’s… there’s nothing I’m lying about.”

“Perhaps you simply don’t recognize it as such yet.”

She frowned, not able to meet his eyes. “Does that mean I need a new wand?”

“Not yet, at least,” he answered. “I sense this wand’s allegiance still lies with you. But be careful—much longer and it might not favor you anymore.”

He held my wand back out to her, and she took it with a moment of hesitation. All he said had left her head spinning all the way back to the castle. What on earth had she been lying about? A thought nagged at the back of her mind, but she pushed it away out of habit. No. Not that. It couldn’t be that.

She felt like she had no more of a solution than she had left with as she sat down in the library, pulling out her books. Might as well study some of the material that didn’t use wandwork, she figured. But she couldn’t concentrate on the words, thoughts still back in the wand shop. Well, they were until a figure plopped down in the seat across from her.

“Have you gone to Hogsmeade yet?” Sebastian asked.

She nodded, closing her textbook with a sigh.

Her friend waited for a moment, expecting her to explain. “...Well?”

She gave a frustrated shrug. “He told me it’s my wand. It’s made of Black Walnut, apparently, which is a tricky sort of wood I guess.” She frowned. “He said… well he said it doesn’t like to work if someone is… not being truthful.”

Sebastian leaned forward on the table, brows furrowed. “Are you saying your lying about something?”

“Not exactly. I mean, maybe not to you. Or maybe it is. I haven’t got a clue.” She laid her head down on the desk in defeat. “I could be lying to myself. I haven’t got the faintest idea.”

Sebastian couldn’t help but chuckle at her frustration. “Are you sure you haven’t got any idea?”

“Yes,” she answered. She peeked up a bit, looking at him. “Why? Do you think you know something?”

“I have some… suspicions,” he said slowly.

“What are they?” she asked, sitting up fully once more. “Come on, if you think you might know something, you’ve got to help me!”

“I’m not so sure you’ll like my answer,” he said, a smirk on his face.

“I don’t care if I like it or not. My entire future sort of depends on this.”

“Promise you won’t be mad at me?” he asked.

“I promise,” she said quickly.

He leaned back in his chair, arms folded. “I think it has something to do with you being in love with Ominis.”

Her jaw dropped. “I’m not—”

“Don’t you lie now,” Sebastian said teasingly. “That hasn’t really worked out well for you so far, has it?” He nodded down to your wand sitting on the table.

“I’m not lying!” she fired back. “I don’t know why you would say that, I’m not…”

But even then, she couldn’t force the denial out of her mouth.

“Right,” Sebastian said, grinning. “Seems like you’re lying to all of us. Yourself most of all.”

She stood up quickly, the chair she was on making a loud noise as it fell back. “You’re delusional.”

“Am not.”

Her hands rushed to pack up her books, shoving them angrily into her bag, glaring at Sebastian all the while. “Yes you are. Whatever you think you see, you don’t. So shut up about it.” She threw the bag over her shoulder, walking away.

“Good luck with your wand,” he called after her, a slight taunt in his voice.

She couldn’t get out of there soon enough.

“Confringo!”

No flames leapt from her wand. Just a couple pathetic sparks, and she let out a frustrated grown. The brazier on the far side of the Undercroft remained stubbornly unlit, despite her repeated attempts to set it ablaze.

“I take it your trip wasn’t as successful as we hoped?”

She whirled around, seeing Ominis entering the space. After the initial shock, sighed. “No,” she said softly.

He hummed softly in disappointment, sitting down on one of the crates against the wall. He patted the spot beside him, and she hesitated for only a moment before taking the spot. Her mind was still racing from the conversation she’d just had with Sebastian. It made her feel strange sitting next to Ominis. Which was ridiculous, because she wasn’t…

“I’m sorry you haven’t figured it out yet,” he said softly. She was confused for a moment, wondering if he had read her thoughts, then realized he was talking about her wand.

“It’ll be fine, I’m sure,” she said softly. The tone of her voice gave her nerves away.

“It will be,” he said, his tone much more reassuring than her own. He tilted his head toward her, and offered a small smile. “You’ve gotten through much worse.”

“Only because you’ve been there for me,” she said. And she realized it was true. Each time things came crumbling down, he’d been there to lift her back up, even if he did it with sarcastic words and exasperated sighs. It was even better that way, she thought.

His smile widened a bit. “You’d be helpless without me, wouldn’t you?”

She could only chuckle, because it was true.

His expression softened a bit. “I’ll always be there for you.”

And as he said those words, as her eyes traced over the lines of his face she had long since memorized, it hit her.

She loved him.

She wanted to look away from him, but she couldn’t. She couldn’t do anything but stare into those blue eyes, wanting nothing more to drown in them—realizing that she’d wanted that for a while now. She wanted to be wrapped in his arms. To feel his lips brush over hers. To spill every last bit of her heart out to him, to fall apart and let her broken pieces get tangled with his.

“Thank you, Ominis,” was all she could say, voice softer than she had ever heard it. If he thought it was odd, he made no comment.

He changed the topic, bringing up Herbology studies, and she listened to him with a hazy mind. She’d lied for herself long enough. But now the truth might eat her alive.

Sebastian was leaning back in his chair the next morning when she found him in the library.

“You were right,” she said.

He nearly fell back, just barely catching himself. “And you’re admitting that? Freely?”

“Don’t make a big deal out of it or I’ll hex you.”

He grinned. “So is your wand working again?”

“Not quite,” she admitted. “But I’ll steal yours off of you and use that instead if I’ll have to.”

He chuckled lightly. “I get it, I’m threatened. See? You and Ominis are a perfect match.”

She blushed, but continued frowning down at him. “Shut up.”

“You need to tell him.”

Her eyes widened, her stomach churning at the thought. “What?”

“You said your wand still isn’t working,” he pointed out. “If you tell him, it’ll probably fix it.”

“I–I can’t do that,” she said quickly, panic building up inside her chest. “I’m not going to ruin our friendship over my stupid wand.”

“I don’t think it’ll ruin it,” Sebastian said, smirking a bit.

“You don’t know that,” she said.

“I was right about you being in love with him, wasn’t I?”

“And wrong about just about everything else in life.”

He crossed his arms, smug look on his face. “Trust me, I’m right this time.”

Her mind raced. Did that mean Ominis would understand? That’d these feelings would ruin what they had? Or was it even possible that he felt… that he felt the same…

She snapped out of it. She couldn’t entertain that thought. It would hurt too much when it was proven untrue. But she knew Sebastian was right. If she wanted even a chance of passing a single one of her exams…

“I’ll tell him,” she said softly, defeated. “I don’t really have a choice, do I?”

The next few days passed in a blur. Suddenly, exams weren’t a couple weeks away—they were days away. And she was still trying to prepare with a bum wand.

Because every time she found herself alone with Ominis, her breath caught in her throat. Everytime she opened her mouth to finally say the words, they fled, leaving her mouth empty and her heart aching.

It didn’t help that Ominis had seemed to want to spend more time with her. He worried more and more about her wand, having absolutely no clue he was the cause of its malfunction.

It was now five days before the first exam, and Ominis was pacing in the Undercroft as she sat on the ground watching him. She felt horrible having him worry like this when she held the solution on the tip of her tongue, but the task given to her felt impossible.

“Maybe we should just go get you a new wand,” he said. “There might be a bit of a learning curve, but you’ll be able to overcome it.”

She had to tell him. It was driving both of them mad. “Ominis.”

“It’s pretty late tonight, I’m not sure Ollivander’s is open at this hour. We’ll have to go in the morning.”

“Ominis.”

“I’m sure there’ll be another wand there for you, I’ve never heard of anyone not finding one, but—”

“Ominis.”

He finally stopped his pacing, head tilting to the side as he stood in place.

She took a deep, shuddering breath. “Could… could you come over here? I need to talk to you.”

He tensed up immediately, but did as she asked, coming down to the floor beside her. “What is it?”

Her knees came up to tuck against her chest. “I haven’t been completely honest with you,” she started. “I… I think I know how to fix my wand.”

His brows furrowed. “You… what?”

“I know how to fix it. I just don’t know how to do it.”

He frowned. “You know how, but you don’t know how?”

“No! I mean—Merlin, why is this so hard—I know what I need to do to fix it, I just don’t know how I’m supposed to do the thing that fixes it.”

“I’m lost.”

She let out a loud groan, burying her face in her hands. “Just… let me start over.”

Ominis sat beside her, patiently waiting for her to gather her thoughts.

“I went to Ollivander’s a while back, right?” she started.

“Right,” Ominis said slowly. “But he didn’t have much to say, didn’t he?”

“That’s… not entirely true,” she admitted. “He told me my wand is Black Walnut. That it doesn’t work if the wielder is lying, to themselves or others. He couldn’t tell me what I was being untruthful about, of course, which made it pretty useless seeing as I didn’t have a clue what it was about at the time.”

“But you know now?” Ominis asked.

She was quiet for a moment. “Yes. I figured it out.”

She looked at him, taking him in in case this was the last time she got to do it. She took in the slight unevenness of his nose, the curve of his full bottom lip. The beauty marks laid out on his cheeks. The one strand of hair that fell away from the rest, begging her to brush it back.

“I need to tell you,” she said softly. “I can’t lie about it anymore. To myself. To you.”

He was clearly nervous, no doubt having a million thoughts of what it could be running through his head. She wondered if any came close to the truth.

“I love you, Ominis.”

Just like that, she saw all those racing thoughts cease. Her heart pounded in her chest, trying to read every part of his expression, waiting for anger, disgust, betrayal. But it morphed into the last thing she expected—a grin, one of his rare ones that stretched across his whole face.

And even more surprising, he began to laugh.

She couldn’t help but be hurt, deciding she rather have had him yell at her instead of laugh at her. She got to her feet, starting toward the door.

“Wait!” he called out, standing and grabbing her wrist with frightening precision for a blind man. “I’m sorry, I’m not laughing at what you said. It’s just I’ve been worried sick about your wand this whole time, and the problem happened to be the thing I’ve wanted the most.”

“The thing you wanted the most,” she echoed, turning back to him. He was still smiling, but it had softened. “You… you wanted me to love you?”

“Of course,” he said, stepping closer. His grip on her wrist slipped down to take her hand. “Seeing how I love you, too.”

Her stomach flipped as she took in his face, closer to hers than it had ever been. Ominis brought up his other hand, letting it rest on her cheek. “I’ve loved you for some time now,” he said softly.

“Me, too,” she said, voice no more than a whisper. “Though I was a bit of an idiot in realizing it.”

“Good thing I love idiots. You and Sebastian prove that plenty.”

She chuckled a bit, but it died on her lips as he leaned his face toward hers. He was only a breath away.

“May I…”

She didn’t let him finish his question, cutting him off by pressing her lips to his. He’d been caught off guard, but it didn��t stop him from returning the kiss immediately. The hand on her face brought her closer, and his fingers tangled themselves in her hair. Her hands rested on his shoulders, trying to remind herself how to stand properly. Each brush of his lips felt like coming undone. Every touch of his fingertips set her world aflame.

And when they pulled away, trying in vain to catch their breath, she felt alive for the first time.

Then a thought crossed her mind, and she groaned, burying her head in Ominis’s shoulder. “What’s that about, love?”

“I’m going to have to tell Sebastian he was right. Again.”

She felt his chuckle rise up from his chest. “A hefty price to pay. But I think it was worth it.”

He lifted her face to kiss her once again, and she couldn’t help but agree.

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Demons Are A Girls Best Friend

There are other parts!!!! I’m too tired to link them!!!!!! Anywho: Mc has a dirty ass fantasy and the brothers plan it out and this the plan coming to life!!! Yay!!! Inspired by a power metal song about demons taking virginity!!!!!!! The Mc isn’t really a virgin tho!!!!!! Yaaay!!!!

Nsfw ahead: praise, degradation, throat fucking, impact play, spanking, blowjobs, size kink, demon kink, corruption kink, vaginal sex, clit play, multiple positions, multiple orgasms, orgasm control, yeah like almost everything

Chapter 3: “let your carnal lust prevail tonight”

You stood outside of the door, note in hand. The brothers were on the other side, waiting for you to come in so they could commence the scene. You were nervous, heart beating uncontrollably and mind racing. Glancing down, you could faintly see the outline of your underwear through the outfit you had decided on earlier. Perhaps you went a bit too far with the innocent -not-so-innocent act.

All the lights were out in the house now, leaving you to rely on the one and only light source that laid beyond that door. You looked back at the note and with a shaky breath, you opened it.

The room was transformed, it had an old feeling to it. It was a dark brown and smelled of frankincense, it was polished and the light reflecting from the torches made it have a golden-orange hue. You could see a table in front of you with a few chairs and sat on one of those chairs was Satan, flipping through the pages of a Bible. He was dressed head to toe in a priest’s garb, if it weren’t for your knowledge of him already, you would’ve assumed he was a young, attractive priest. He lifted his head to you, eyes just briefly leaving the word.

“How can I help you, young one?” His demeanor was calm and kind. His lips slightly stretched into a smile, but it felt soft, not mischievous in the slightest.

You remembered the note. “I’ve been searching for sanctuary. The storm has run me here.” You answered, trying to think of the best way to fit the plot.

“I see. You’ve come to the right place. I am here with some of my brothers in Christ.” God, this is ironic. If it weren’t for your nervousness, you’d start cackling. “We can house you here.” He placed the Bible down. “Come, sit with me.” He pulled a chair out and turned it so it was facing him.

You nod and move over. Your footsteps were light but even so, the floorboards creaked as though you were in an old house. “Thank you Father.” You sat before him, crossing your legs.

“What brings you so far out in the woods? I’m sure you know it’s dangerous for people such as you.” He acted well, furrowing his brows and adding concern to his eyes.

“Well, I…” this wasn’t in the script, do they expect improv??? “I ran away from my home a long time ago.” Well, might as well make the lore nice and juicy. “I was traveling alone, moving from place to place.”

“Hmm, I see. Humankind often moves about, you are no different. Even so, you must remember that on nights like these, demons come out to play.” Like on cue, one of the torches went out and lightning outside struck. “You are safe here, but you must beware the night.”

Think of something! Think think! You look so awkward!

He shifted in his seat. “Sorry, you must forgive me, I must’ve scared you.” He opened the Bible back up. “You could consider me an expert on demons. Demons crave many things, I’m sure you know. They crave to create chaos where there is calm and corruption where there is innocence.” His words were silk, moving through your ears and sinking into your head. “You are innocent, aren’t you? Untouched by darkness?”

It was arousing how his words sounded so genuine but you knew exactly where he was going. “What do you mean?” You tried to sound innocent, but your blush and the stutter in your voice could not be disguised.

He tch’ed three times. “This won’t do. Tell me, what have you done?” He was still soft, still quiet, still priestly. “You can tell me, I will forgive you.”

“Brother, don’t torture this child.” Another voice. Lucifer. “They’ve come here for sanctuary and here you are, interrogating them.”

You whipped your head around to see him dimly lit, the golden light making his face warm and ethereal. Perhaps this is what he looked like in the celestial realm. Lucifer was leaning against the wall, his arms crossed with a gentle and welcoming smile on his face. He was dressed similarly to Satan, but his cassock wasn’t plain, it had a red trim with red buttons. Not to mention, the crucifix Lucifer boldly wore around his neck.

“Hello there, did I scare you, dear?” He asked, tilting his head up. “I simply overheard your conversation.”

“No, you didn’t.” You kept your eyes on Lucifer, taking him in.

“Good. Humans have a tendency to not want to follow directions. A little bit of rebellion is normal.” Lucifer crossed his legs against the wall, keeping his gaze transfixed on you.

You heard Satan lean back in his chair, making it creak. “You’re not wrong, but it’s essential to remember that they will be judged when the time comes.” You turned to look at Satan again. He propped his head up on the table and looked at you with concern etched across his face. “Why not let us relieve you of your sins now, lest it be too late?”

You were feeling nervous again, they play this game too well. You were still silent, trying to not trip over your words.

“It’s obvious that they’re scared of being judged.” Lucifer broke the silence and stepped forward, going toward your chair. You felt his hands grip the back of it and his chest was almost pressed against the back of your head. You felt compelled to glance up at him. “It would be hypocritical of me to judge you, dear. After all, we are not perfect.” His eyes were looking down at you, half-lidded and brimming with lust. “Who’s to say we are as holy as we seem?”

God, he was hot right now. You peeled your gaze away from him, afraid you might break away from the script. They would not initiate everything, with your permission. That’s what the note said. You had to wait, which is basically what it meant. You wonder who decided to egg you on like this? Whose idea.

Suddenly, a chair was pulled beside you and Asmo sat in it, legs crossed, looking at you and smiling. “Forgive me for my intrusion! I could feel their nervousness from the other room. I’ve come to alleviate it.” He sounded his usual cheery self, but still managed to fit the role. His cassock was similar to Satan’s, but he also wore a white sash adorned with etched crosses at the bottom.

Lucifer shifted behind you. “So, do you mind telling us what you’ve done? There’s no need to be ashamed.”

You felt as though they were waiting for you to say it, to say you’ve slept with demons. You tried to suck your nerves back in and speak. “I will.”

Satan looked pleased. “Then, is it true? You’ve bedded with demons?”

You nodded. “Yes.”

Asmo’s smile couldn’t help but stretch wider. “There, that wasn’t that hard was it?” He put a hand on your shoulder.

“No, father it wasn’t.” You felt relieved, guess you could say the introduction was over.

“Now,” Lucifer tapped his fingers, “since you’ve been touched by them, do you still crave their touch?”

Well fuck. Your heart rate went right back up. “Sometimes.” You answered, averting Lucifer’s gaze.

“Are you so ashamed you can’t look at any of us?” Asmo pouted. “It’s alright, demons are known to tempt. To seduce.” He didn’t try to hide the growing arousal in his voice.

“Perhaps they are.” Back to Lucifer. “Do you feel shame because you wish to feel their touch again? Or do you feel… something else?” He was loving every second of this, every word.

You could feel their hunger, it was obvious. Blatant. You were scared to indulge, but you were desperate to feel them. “Something else.” You were too quiet.

Satan crossed his legs. “I don’t think we are making you nervous anymore.”

You could really use some water but you didn’t want to stop the scene.

“I don’t think they are either.” Asmo pushed hair out of your face and his touch gave you goosebumps. “I think I know what you’re feeling. Would you like me to say it?”

More lightning outside. The rain on the roof thundered onto the rooftop and sweeping across the window. You could faintly smell the smoke from the candles strewn across the tables and the torches on the walls. You definitely aren’t nervous anymore and yet here you are trying to ground yourself. Truth be told, you’re excited now.

“They won’t admit it themselves. At least not yet.” Lucifer said, encouraging Asmo. “Say it.”

“You want us.” Asmo’s hand was on your thigh now and he was leaning closer to you.

You slowly turned to him. “I do.”

Lucifer couldn’t help but chuckle. “You have no intention of repenting, do you?” His hand drifted to your shoulder.

“I came here, not for repentance, but sanctuary sir.” You answered, feeling his hand slide the fabric of your clothes slowly.

Satan was grinning now. “Well, you’re lucky. We can’t do that anyways.” On cue, his tail and horns emerged and from behind you, you heard Lucifer’s wings flap, accompanied by Asmo’s tail that was now wrapped around your calf. “So, with us like this, would you let us indulge in your need?”

You felt heat between your legs grow and grow and all you wanted to do was pounce on one of them and ride them til you were sated, but that isn’t a choice right now. “Can you?” You say.

Asmo feigns shock. “Can we? We are made for it. So!” His tail rubbed your leg. “Why don’t you tell us what they’ve done to you.”

Man, do you really have to admit that? Out loud? Your mind filled with memories of them touching you, how each of the brothers pleased you. You also wondered when you’d see the rest of them. You’ve seen Satan, Luci, and Asmo plenty.

“Ahhh, shy are we?” Lucifer stroked your cheek from behind. “How can we know what you want, what you like, and what you need without you telling us, hm?” He teased you, feeling so powerful.

“Perhaps you don’t wish to be pleased.” Satan said, letting his usual mischievous demeanor take over. “You were indulging us about confessing your sins, perhaps you crave punishment.”

Lucifer hummed his approval. “Ah, I could see that. Perhaps we need to become holy again for them to admit their sins. Now, tell us, do wish for us to continue?” Lucifer was both in the scene but speaking genuinely, you could tell by his touch.

“Yes.” You answered.

Satan retracted his tail and wings and horns. “Maybe you like feeling dirty. Do you?” He asked you, but didn’t let you answer. “I can tell you do.”

“Yeah, I do.” You breathed out and Asmo squeezed your thigh.

“That’s it. Give in to it.” Asmo whispered, watching every little move you made.

Satan played the good priest too well. He instantly shifted back into the demeanor he had before the demonic reveal. He leaned forward and clasped his hands together, eyebrows feigning concern as he teased you with his words.

“A good child of god confesses their sins, no?” He was pouting, shaking his head. “Should you continue to hold your tongue, I fear your punishment might worsen.”

You clenched your legs together, desperate for any friction. Asmo felt as your other thigh pressed into where his hand held your thigh.

“She seems to be distressed, perhaps they’re so ashamed of their sins they can’t even fathom speaking them aloud.” Lucifer was so close, you felt him leaning over you now as Satan stared from directly across you, you couldn’t help but wonder if they could hear your heartbeat.

Asmo could, for sure. “This is why you don’t mess with demons, sinner.” He couldn’t shield the excitement in his voice. “We w—they’ve touched you. You’re dirty.” Asmo’s breath was on your ear and neck. “Defiled.” His voice was low and dangerous, each syllable rolled off slowly and enough force that each one licked at your neck.

You were unbelievably horny, pushed to a point you didn’t expect to reach with just these three. When the rest join, you don’t even know how you’ll handle it.

“We need to purge the demonic essence from ya.” Fuck, like right on cue, Mammon. “Can’t have a sinner in the church right.” He emerged from what seems to be nowhere and crouched in front of you from your left. “So why don’t you tell us what they did.”

A low rumble came from behind you. “So we can do exactly what they did to you.” As Lucifer spoke, Levi, Beel, and Belphie emerged from different parts of the room. All of them but Satan were in their demon forms and now Satan transformed again to join them.

“You’ve wanted this, right? To get fucked by demons, you like the feeling of being fucked by demon scum?” Levi asked you, now moving in your direction. “It’s alright, you can admit it. You can take more than those three, right?”

“Yeah I can.” You say, your breathing fastening. “I can take you all.” Beel was moving toward you now and Lucifer pulled your chair back so there was more space between you, Mammon, and Satan. Enough room for Beel to situate himself between your legs.

Beel looked up at you. “I’ll start us off.” He parted your legs and dipped himself beneath your dress. You felt his fingers trace over the fabric of your underwear and he rubbed his knuckles against your wetness. You weren’t quite yet soaked but it was moist enough for him to tell. You felt him pull them aside and pin them against your thigh using his hand. He used his other hand to part your labia and he licked along starting from the bottom to the top.

You shivered. You looked around seeing what was next. Suddenly, you could see Lucifer’s horns out in front of you as he leaned forward to kiss your neck. He nipped under your ear before traveling down your collar bone. And on the other side of you, Asmo was doing the same. Mammon, Satan, Belphie, and Levi remained watching for a moment, taking in how you responded to their tongues. Satan looked at you with an unreadable expression, simply taking in how your mouth was parting and every tense and twitch you made. You brushed your legs against Beel’s sides, trying to show your appreciation.

“‘I wonder what’ll happen next?’ Is that what you’re thinking?” Belphie said, standing to the side of Satan.

“They clearly want more.” Mammon teased, still crouching. “Y’all are bein’ too sweet? Ain’t that right? They can be a lot louder than that.” He slid himself forward and onto his knees, beside Beel.

“What are you going to do?” As you asked, Asmo’s hand reached around to cup your breast and rub his thumb against it. Mammon lifted up your dress and spread your legs further. You felt Beel’s head retract and Mammon’s fingers press into you. You gasped as he worked to stretch you.

“There ya go.” He said. Beel’s tongue returned to your clit, leaving Mammon to the bottom half. Mammon worked slowly, curling his fingers against your g-spot, working it at a snails pace. Beel was moving similarly, keeping slow to tease you.

Lucifer was busy leaving your right shoulder covered in marks while Asmo played with your breast, rubbing the nipple slowly and sucking at your neck.

“Did the demons do this?” Satan said, bringing you out of your trance.

“Yes.” You responded, feeling how Lucifer’s tongue slid down your neck.

“What are Beel and Mammon doing to you now? Why don’t you tell me?” Satan asked, keeping his legs crossed to hide his boner.

“Beel’s eating me out slowly and Mammon is fingering me even slower.” You felt Beel move slower as you said that, making you whine.

“Hmph.” Satan replied. “You want them go faster don’t you?” Lucifer reached for your other neglected breast, fondling you oh so carefully. “Do enjoy the feeling of them touching you?”

“Yes. I do.”

“Yes to what?” He wanted you to say it.

“Both.”

“Both what? You can say it. Say what you want.” Satan sounded annoyed, but assertive.

“I want them to move faster. And I like how they touch me.” You were blushing as though you’ve never fucked them before.

“You give in so easily, no fight.” Belphie noted, not trying to hide how his cock was pressing against his pants. “Do you like being obedient?” He asked you. “Obedient to demons?” He was smiling, trying to dig into you.

“I–I do.” Mammon stopped fingering you. Beel’s tongue stopped shortly after.

“I didn’t catch that last part.” Lucifer whispered in your ear. “You need to speak up, Mc.”

“I like being obedient to demons.” It wasn’t hard to say at all but it definitely embarrassed you especially how Satan was grinning in front of you. Couldn’t he move anywhere else?

“Are ya mad we stopped?” Mammon’s head came out from under your dress. “Why don’t you tell us what you want?”

“I don’t want you to stop. I want to cum from yours and Beel’s stimulation.” You said, eyes locked on Mammon who was looking at you with hunger on his face.

“They wanna cum now?” Asmo was getting bored, you could tell. “Wow, aren’t you eager.” He pulled your chin toward his face and kissed you. Your tongues connected and you moaned into his mouth, the intimacy of it overwhelming you. He was excited and eager, practically forcing Lucifer to detach from you and for Beel to come out as well.

Lucifer didn’t show any agitation but based off how he pulled your head to face up toward him after your lips departed from Asmo’s, you could tell this was his way of saying “we share”. His lips connected with yours briefly knowing the angle would hurt you. The feeling of his hand around your throat was good, especially how he gripped the underside of your chain.

“Let’s get you out of that and then we’ll give you your first orgasm, hmm? That sound good?” Lucifer let go of your head and you stood and started to pull the dress over your head. Levi grabbed the dress for you and folded it quickly and put it to the side.

“Just panties and thigh highs?” Levi eyed you. “I kinda like that.”

You felt Lucifer’s hands on your hips from behind as Asmo pulled away the chair you were on. He turned you around to face him and then he lifted you to sit you on the table. You felt the coolness of the table and goosebumps rose on your skin.

“Is it too cold?” Levi asked.

“It’s chilly.” You said and more lightning struck, illuminating the room with white light. This strike made you jump a little. “Shit!”

“I think the fear should’ve warmed you enough.” Satan stood and pushed you back onto the table. “If not, I can fix that for you. Asmo, the sash.” Asmo handed him the sash he wore and Satan looked down at you. “You wish to be obedient Hm?”

“Yeah.” You said.

“Then this will make it easier on you.” He pulled your wrists together and tied them in a knot using the sash. Gently, he raised your arms over your head and Beel spread your legs again.

This time, you could see Beel’s expression as his tongue connected back with your clit. He didn’t bother to hold back now, going as fast as he liked and clutching your thighs with his hands. Your legs were cast over his shoulders, giving him exclusive access to your nethers. You gazed down at him looking how he looked at you like he’d been starving desperate for more of your sweet cunt. If it weren’t for the angle, you’d see his drool mixed with your arousal sweeping down his chin and dripping down his neck. When you rested your head back down you realized a small pillow was there to support your neck and head and that your head hung over the table.

“Thought you needed more comfort.” Belphie was behind you, erection in your face, but still clothed. “This next part will be fun.”

You tried to see where everyone was now. Mammon was still over with Beel and Asmo, while Lucifer and Belphie stood behind you and Satan and Levi watched from the side of the table. Levi stretched forward a traced a hand up your side to feel your goosebumps. “We need to warm them up.”

“I see that.” Satan took to the other side of the table and both of the demons stretched across the table to play with your breasts again.

“Ah!” You gasped, feeling how Levi’s fangs gently grazed your nipple and how Satan’s hand tenderly stroked the other.

“They like that, huh.” You could hear the grin in Mammon’s voice.

Lucifer nodded. “Yes but they need to remember they need to obey before getting their release.” You looked at Lucifer who stroked your hair, sitting in a chair right next to your head. “And what’s the best way to obey, Belphegor?”

Belphie released his cock from his pants, the length almost slapping your face. “By pleasing others.” He tapped the tip against your lips. “Open up.”

You opened wide and let him slide in. It was much easier to take his cock from this position, almost giving perfect access to your throat. Belphie gasped as his balls pressed against your lips.

“Good human.” Lucifer stroked your head. “Focus on his cock. You can’t cum until he’s satisfied.” He was gentle but the words stung, but you aren’t surprised. You did say no overstimulation to them, all of whom have a taste for pushing you.

You tried your hardest to ignore the other three demons that were pleasuring you to prevent yourself from getting to your peak. It was hard, especially with all the sounds coming from Beel as he sucked at your cunt. Or how Satan managed to pinch hard enough to hurt but to also make you moan on Belphie’s cock, who in turn would gasp at the vibration. Poor Mammon, who had to resort to coming to the other side of your head to get any attention.

“You should see how hot you look right now.” He said, touching the bulge in your throat as Belphie thrusted. “You can take cock better than any human. Hell, you might have most demons beat. Wonder how good you’ll take more than one in ya.”

Belphie pulled out for a moment, prompting Lucifer to raise your head up to let the blood run back down.

Mammon kissed your cheek. “Yeah, you can do it.” Belphie was grunting and rubbing your saliva all over his length, desperate to feel your tongue again but not wanting to push you too much. You breathed through your mouth, swallowing your saliva, but unable to wipe your drool.

Mammon stood and situated himself behind you, moving in front of Belphie. “Think you can go back and forth?” You watched as Mammon popped his out now and how it was an angry shade, already dripping precum.

“Yeah.” You answered and Lucifer slowly lowered your head back down. “I’m ready.” You felt Levi’s tease your entrance and your lower half jumped a little.

He giggled. “Sorry. I couldn’t resist.”

Mammon was ready and Belphie was beside him. You opened your mouth and Belphie pushed in first, gasping. “Mm.” He hummed as he pulled all the way out and pushed back in just about halfway and then pulled all the way back out. Mammon angled himself and slowly slid into your mouth, sharply inhaling.

“Nice and warm.” He pulled out and pressed back in a few times before letting Belphie back into your mouth. They both continued this pattern as Beel was sucking your pussy so hard it’s bound to be sore.

Satan bit into your breast leaving teeth indentations and then biting into your side playfully. You ‘mmpf!’ed onto Mammon’s cock, making him let out a tiny ‘heh’.

“Can’t hear ya with your mouth full. Don’t tell me we gotta teach you manners.” Mammon’s hand on your cheek pinched just slightly.

Lucifer grabbed a handful of your hair to get your attention following Mammon’s comment. “You’re focusing well. Perhaps we should reward you.” He didn’t pull at your hair, but his grip kept you in place. He pushed at his brothers abdomens and used his other hand to put his fingers in your mouth. “Suck.” You were thankful for the little break from dick down your throat and the taste of the leather of his gloves almost soothed your gag reflex, strangely that is. “Now use your teeth and take it off.” You connected with the fabric, carefully avoiding his fingers and pulled, already knowing he’d put forth no effort to help you. It was a struggle but once it was past his wrist, all it took was one big tug.

“Well done.” He removed it from your mouth. “Mammon, hold their head up.” He put the other hand at your mouth, this time making it easier by angling his wrist in front of your teeth so it was also one big tug. “Good.” He took the other glove and put them into his pocket. “Now, Beel, pull them so their head isn’t hanging off.” Mammon lifted your upper body so that you didn’t just get dragged and Belphie pushed the pillow further toward your head.

Mammon was definitely mentally cursing himself for not choosing to fuck your throat first since he was already so ready to cum but it was alright especially for what he got to do next. He leaped up onto the table and raised your lower body so that you were leaning against his stomach and elevated slightly. You were now resting on him, thankful that all the blood could run back down now. Levi raised a glass of water to your mouth and you drank until it was gone. Lucifer was adamant you remained hydrated.

“So, once Beel finishes his meal, we’ll move on to fucking you, hm?” Satan was smiling at you, innocently. “Let’s get you to cum so he can finish eating you up.”

Beel pulled away slightly and allowed Levi to push his tail into your pussy. “Oh fuck.” You said out loud as his tail pressed into you. Levi watched you close your eyes and scrunch them together as the circumference increased.

“Does it hurt?” He asked.

“Yeah.”

“I’m gonna stretch you slower.” You could feel his tail curl as it neared your cervix so that he didn’t hurt you. “How’s that?”

“That’s good.” You opened your eyes and saw how Beel breathed heavy, eyes fixated on how wet you were. You grew hot at the sight of the droll and arousal coating his chin and even his nose. His forehead too? “You’re such a messy eater.” You told Beel and his eyes snapped to you.

“I’m not full yet.” He kept eye contact as he lowered back to your clit and started to suck.

Lucifer, Satan, and Belphie chuckled at your whines, making you even hotter. Levi was biting his lip. “They’re so sensitive. You should feel how tight they are.” Levi moved the tip of his tail, swirling it around inside. Mammon took the opportunity to clench and tug at your tits, playing with your nipples careful not to press into your marks.

You were so close from Beel’s tongue earlier so it only took seconds to have you nearing your peak. You pushed into Beel slightly and stretched, pressing your back against Mammon. Beel continued to eat to his hearts content, unbothered by you nearly suffocating him with your pussy. If anything, he loved your want for him.

“Beel, it feels so good.” You told him as your heels dig into his back. His knees were hurting but he powered through it as you bucked into him.

Mammon playfully smacked your breast. “Just gonna ignore me huh?”

“Sorry Mammon.” You whined, your right tit stinging a bit now.

“Awww, that’s alright. Did I hurt ya?” He said, rubbing the spot. “You’ll feel nice and good soon, don’t worry.”

Levi didn’t want to disturb the rhythm, so he tried to press into your g-spot retracting his tail just enough for his own comfort. “That feel good, Mc?”

“Yeah.” You tugged against your handcuffs, wanting to pull at Beel’s hair, as you neared your peak.

Levi could feel how you clenched around him, knowing how close you were. “You’re gonna cum soon, you better ask nicely.”

“Can I cum please? Please?” You begged a little bit out of habit.

Mammon rubbed your cheek. “It’s safe to say it’s unanimous, darlin’, you can cum. Cum on Levi’s tail, get it nice and slick.”

“Yes!” You gasped and your mouth went agape as you came. Your breaths were sparse and fast as you rode out your orgasm. You felt Beel pull away, wiping his mouth. Levi slowly retracted his tail and swiped his fingers across it and slid them into his mouth to taste you.

The brothers smiled down at you, watching your face as you caught your breath. Lucifer spoke. “Color.”

You were confused and then you understood. “Green.” Mammon slowly slid back, laying you on the table alone.

“Sit up.” Satan told you and you followed. “Get off the table.” You slid forward and pulled up your thigh highs that had travelled down. “Now turn around and bend over it, hands out in front of you.”

It didn’t take long for you to realize who was about to lead this next part and what this next part was going to be. With Lucifer and Satan standing on either side of you, your head was facing what should’ve been the wall, but instead you had the other 5 either sitting or standing so they could see your face. Beel was sat next to Belphie and at the head, Asmo sat.

“Satan and I are going to ask you a few questions, alright?” Lucifer was already rubbing at the flesh of your ass, a gentle massage preparing you for the sting of his hand that approached. “So, would you like to start?”

Satan hummed. “Yes, I will.” He ran his finger tips across the flesh instead, almost tickling you. “So, Mc, tell us how long you’ve had this fantasy.”

You thought for a moment. “A while, I guess. I can’t answer you confidently.”

“Hm, that’s alright.” Satan sounded pleased.

Lucifer picked up the next one. “Have you always known you’ve wanted to get filled with demon cock?”

“Not always, but for a long time.” The question made you smile, amused by his wording, and that he said that.

“What’s so funny?” Lucifer asked.

“That’s a funny question coming from you.” To be fair, you weren’t the only one amused, Belphie and Satan enjoyed the Lucifer bullying.

“Should you be laughing at the demon with their hand next to your bare ass?” Lucifer asked you.

“I suppose not.” You were honest and you could tell by Mammon’s face that Lucifer was preparing to land a harsh one.

Smack! Wait… that was Satan.

“Lucifer, I was supposed to ask the next question not you.” He sounded aggravated.

“So you punish them instead of me… seems I raised you well.” Now Lucifer’s hand planted itself onto your ass. His smack made you jump and then laugh a little. “To be fair, you get to ask two questions next.” Your laughter was contagious, most likely because Satan and Lucifer were passive aggressively eyeballing each other.

“Stop laughing, Mc.”

“I’m trying.” You responded and Satan smacked again.

“It’s a yes or a no. Haven’t you learned that by now?”

You tried to bite back a smile. “Yes sir I have.” None of the brothers wanted to snitch on you even though you were still smiling.

“Great I just wasted a question because you laughed. I need to punish you again.” He spanked again, this time much harder than before, causing you to clench your eyes shut. “So, next question. And I’m not afraid of the repercussions.” God, you could hear the smug on his face. “Who do you think can spank you better, me or Lucifer?”

Asmo wiggled next to you. “Be careful who you say. Who’s wrath would be worse?”

“Ironic choice of words, Asmo.” Lucifer mumbled.

You waited to answer, biting your lips still. Lucifer wasn’t too keen to wait. “You need to answer.”

“I think… that… right now—“ you tried to emphasize “Lucifer’s stings are worse.” You tip-toed around the question and both hands went down simultaneously. You yelped and looked to Beel who almost looked concerned.

“You can’t seem to answer correctly.” Lucifer chuckled. “So, did that sting worse than Satan’s?”

Satan leaned down to whisper. “Remember, you can always use yellow and tell him to leave.”

You started to grin again. “I’m not doing that.”

“Well, since you asked your question. I’ll ask mine. So, Mc, how many orgasms do you expect to have before our little scene is over?”

Damn, that is a good question. You decided to start small. “At least three.”

Lucifer’s hand didn’t swing down. “Hm… a little weak… but I suppose you will be taking all of us.”

Satan scoffed. “You didn’t ask about their maximum. So, Mc? What’s your maximum?”

You knew to stay low, considering your own strength and nymphomaniacs in the room. “I guess 5.”

Lucifer was much more pleased. “I like 5. Now. Who would you like to fuck you first?”

Why must you pick favorites??? Lucifer and Satan must be trying to stir up trouble. But, the kindness in your heart made you answer. “Belphie. He was so close earlier, and I stopped. It’s only fair.”

Belphie leaned forward, grinning at you. “Aren’t you sweet.”

Satan returned to the attention to him. “Alright then, choose who you want to answer this next question for you.”

“What’s the question?” You asked.

“If we tell you, we choose instead of you.” Lucifer answered for Satan.

You had a feeling it either had to do with how you cum next or the spanks. “Then I’ll choose…” But you can take a lot of pain and you can take a lot of pleasure. “Asmo.”

He got a burst of energy. “Yay!”

“So Asmo, how many more spanking should they take and how should Lucifer and I administer them?” Satan was eager. Very eager to hear his answer.”

“I think there needs to fairness. Each cheek deserves the same amount and I think you two should try to go at the same time. I think we shouldn’t be too mean but not too nice. They’ve felt your lashes before and they know they can take it. Let’s say 20 on each cheek.”

Lucifer looked proud and Satan looked to his elder brother. “Hmm, I like that. Do you?”

“Yes, and it’s only appropriate that Asmodeus counts us off and I think that Mc should count for us.”

Asmo leaned over the table so that his face direly in front of yours. “Think you can take it?”

“Yeah. I want to.” You said.

Asmo held your face. “3…2…1!”

Smack! “1!” They both started softer, but the double impact was enough to shock you. Then again. “2!” They kept going and once you were at “10!” their spankings were bordering on fiery. Asmo stroked you through the pain and he kissed your nose. “14! 15!” You could feel your eyes watering. “16! 17!” You were so close to the end, but you still had three more. And they were only getting harder. “18!” That one had you jumping. “19!” You saw Mammon flinch, but your ass was fully prepped for it.

“Last one.” Lucifer said.

“You’ve been so good, one more.” Satan encouraged you. A few seconds passed and you could hear the air sweep around their hands as they came down.

And fuck…. It hurt. It hurt good. “20!” A single tear went down your face and Asmo wiped it away. You were thankful it was over but you also craved a little bit more, you wouldn’t dare tell the sadists behind you that.

“My hand is stinging a good bit. Perhaps this is why most prefer toys.” Satan noted, tenderly rubbing away the pain along with Lucifer who was admiring the redness of his palm.

“Skin to skin can’t be beat, in my opinion. It’s very intimate.”

“Color?” Satan asked.

“Green, but let me breathe a little bit.��

“Of course.” Satan reaffirmed. “We want this to be special for you, love.” Gently, Satan turned you on your back and the cool of the table soothed the burn on your ass. You could see the redness of their hands, realizing their hands must be hurting too.

Belphie rounded the corner, pumping himself. “You ready? I can’t wait.” He grabbed your hips and stood between your legs. You wrapped them around his waist and nodded.

“Go ahead.”

Belphie pushed in and sighed. “You’re so wet.” He savored the feeling before beginning to thrust. He filled you up nice and whole, thrusting at a pace that wasn’t too slow or too fast.

Asmo swept around and started to play with your clit, watching how you whined and moaned. “So naughty. Who’d think someone a sweet as you could be this dirty?” He admired your face, loving how you started to unravel.

“They’re a slut for some demons, why are you surprised?” Mammon said from behind you. “You could tell from the beginning, couldn’t ya?”

“Of course, but I like to see how she reacts when you tell them how nasty they are.” Asmo responded, diligently teasing your clit.

“Should’ve felt how Mc gripped around me when you called them a slut.” Belphie huffed out, moving faster as he neared his peak.

“A little bit of degradation and some praise and Mc is ready to cum again, I bet.” Levi hovered over your face, smiling. “I can’t wait to fuck you.” He leaned down to kiss you.

“Mc, should I cum inside you or would you rather be cummed on?” Belphie asked, fucking harder.

You broke the kiss. “Cum inside me.” You answered.

“Ask me nicely.” He tried to fight the urge to cum.

“Please cum inside me, Belphie. I wanna cum too.” You whined, feeling your next high approaching.

Belphie, with a groan, came hard. He pressed his cock into you as hard as possible, wanting to not let any drip out. You felt his cum against your inner walls, feeling a new warmth as he released.

“Mm, thank you.” You said and Asmo retracted his fingers temporarily.

“I think you need to take another cock before you get to cum. Now, who do you want to take next?”

You weren’t given the option to choose because the second Belphie left from between your legs, Mammon was pressing into you.

“Me.” He said. “I can’t stand watchin’ anymore. I need to feel your pretty pussy now, darlin’. I wanna make ya cum.” Mammon was sincere in his words but what was the most arousing was the way he pressed down on your abdomen as he filled you to the best of his ability. “Let’s see ya come undone. And once I’m done we’ll get you in a new position.”

“Yes sir.” You curled your toes as Asmo’s fingers returned to your clit playing with it delicately.

Mammon thrusted wildly, taking no time to build up, just wanting to cum in you. “You like getting fucked by a demon, don’t you? You like how this demon dick stretches you, huh?” Mammon would pull your hair if he could but that wasn’t an option so instead, he leaned down and propped himself up on his arms. “Tell Mammon what you like.”

“I love getting fucked by your demon dick.” You told him, legs shaking as Asmo increased his pace. “It’s so good.”

“Aw, atta human.” He kissed you and tangled your tongue with yours messily. When he pulled back, spit dribbled down your lip. “You can make such a fuckin’ mess. Just like when you had those cocks in your mouth earlier.” He was struggling to breathe through his words. “I like seeing your—ngh!”

You squeezed around him spastically, unable to hold back as you reached your second orgasm. “I’m gonna—“

“Cum as I fuck you. Milk my cock, make me cum inside you.”

His words were like a key. “I’m cumming!” You shouted and threw back your head. Asmo giggled and didn’t relent as Mammon prepared to finish inside you as well.

“Fuck, good, good! Oh it’s so good.” He bit into your shoulder and moaned your name. “I’m gonna cum in your fucking pussy.” As you finally finished spasming Mammon came inside you. Now a second demon has released all he could into you. As he pulled back and his cock pulled out, his seed dripped onto the edge of the table. Mammon grinned and wiped it onto his fingers and then placed them into your open mouth. You willingly licked them clean and leaned up as Lucifer brought you more water.

“Color?” Lucifer wiped the sweat from your forehead.

“Green.”

“Who’s next?”

“I’ll take Levi and Asmo.” You said, making Asmo light up and Levi almost stumble.

Lucifer raised a brow. “Then I’ll let them have you.”

Asmo was already prepared for what was next. “Let me guess… double penetration? Let me cum down your throat while Levi fucks you?”

Levi got ready to position you. “I know exactly how to do this most efficiently.” He had you on your side so that your body was on the edge of the table, front facing the two demons. Levi lifted up your leg and propped it up using your arm. Asmo finally let himself free and you could tell he was almost at his limit of waiting.

“Tell us when you’re ready, sweetie.” Asmo said, gently stroking your head.

“I want it.” Asmo’s gentle touch transformed as he grabbed your hair and pushed past your parted lips. Levi started to thrust and both of the demons were not shy with their noises. Asmo moaned happily, praising you over and over while Levi could barely get a word out.

This was a good reminder for you to never be embarrassed to be noisy, you’ll never match the volume as those two inside you. Asmo managed to fuck your throat without gagging you in the slightest while Levi fucked hard enough to hurt but so amazingly.

Beel, Lucifer, and Satan both watched as your ass jiggled with their movements and if it weren’t for Beel’s self control, he’d think it’s jello and probably try to take a bite. Lucifer tried to pretend he wasn’t painfully pressing against the fabric of his costume and that the heat of it was getting to him. Or maybe it was his arousal. On the other hand, Satan was shamelessly teasing himself, likely trying to hold back. Beel knew he was next based off your suggestions and he was already playing with himself, ready to fuck you into the table. Hell, once it comes to them, Levi might have already broke it.

“Mc!” Levi raised his knee up onto the table to give himself more leverage. “I wanna cum on you.”

You heard him and looked to his face. You’ve never seen him so red and it was fucking hot. He was sweating and his tail was shaking at the tip. Levi was going to cum soon. Your pussy was aching especially as his cock almost hit your cervix and you haven’t even been fucked by the biggest one of them yet. Asmo had plenty of stamina from his years of excessive sex, but watching how you unraveled from his touch earlier kept on sweeping across his mind. It was fucking insane, honestly, how fast you made him reach his peak.

Levi was actually about to cum though. He pulled out just in time and came all over your stomach. Despite the ache, you wanted more cock and you still had at least one fucking orgasm to go. And if Lucifer gets his way, you have three. Levi clenched his eyes shut and sat back in the chair, winded from him almost violent thrusts. “Fuck Mc. You have the greatest pussy ever.” Levi wiped the sweat from his face and smiled at you.

Asmo wasn’t having how you stopped focusing on him. “Look at me, Mc. Whose cock is in your mouth?” He sounded almost angry. “It’s mine, isn’t it? Nod.”

You nod.

He smiles again. “Good, now swallow it like a good little human. Take it like you’re in love with it.” He thrusted a few more times and came in your mouth. It was much sweeter than regular cum, likely a pro of being the avatar of lust. Demon cum in general tasted much better. “Ahhhh… that’s right. You love demon cum, don’t you?” He patted your face.

You nodded. “Yeah I do.”

“Okay well I’m gonna go with the others and get cleaned up. Once we are all back, we’ll take care of you. But remember, you still have to take Beel and the two sadists.” Asmo reminded you.

Beel came over and stood in front of you. “Mc, I’m gonna fuck your throat next.”

You looked anxious, but you willing opened up.

“I want you on your knees instead.”

“Oh.”

Lucifer and Satan couldn’t help but chime in. “They’re excited, don’t disappoint them.” Lucifer said.

Satan agreed. “Perhaps they’ve been waiting for it.” Satan nudged Lucifer and said something to him you couldn’t hear.

Beel undid your binding and helped you to your knees. He used the pillow from earlier and placed them under your knees. “That good?”

“Yes sir.” You reached for his cock, now given full permission to touch him. Beel was big, larger than most, still not the largest in the Devildom (cough cough diavolo cough cough) but large enough to intimidate you. Beel knew you could only take him so much but to see you try made him throb. It was the hottest thing in the world.

“Let’s see if you can fit more than usual.” He suggested, leaning back as you took the tip into your mouth. “Think you can get to the base tonight?”

You tried, slowly moving back and forth, taking in just a little more as you went further down. It really wasn’t the length that was the struggle, it was the pain in your jaw with the thickness. The further back it went, the more it would hurt.

“You’re doing good.” Beel was getting breathy. “You can go slow. I’ve been ready to cum since you first came. You tasted like… better than heaven.” You felt your pussy throb as he sang his praises and when he grunted, fuck it was over with. You took him as far down as you could and somehow managed to get to the balls. “Fuck! Mc!” He kept his hand on the back of your head. “Keep just like that.” He held you at the base. The lack of movement was almost enough to make you gag but he let you release his cock from your mouth before you did.

“Beel, I can keep going.”

“No, let me cum on your tongue, just keep playing with your pussy and open your mouth.” Beel told you.

You didn’t even notice that you were playing with your clit. “Okay.” You parted your lips and stuck out your tongue. He stroked himself hard and fast, much faster than you could suck him off but you knew that was the purpose. He wanted to give you something to work toward. And it was… “I want you to be trained to take it just like this.” Yeah, it’s fucking hot.

You didn’t stop touching your clit and you thought you might cum before Beel especially as you could tell Lucifer and Satan were plotting your fucking. Beel didn’t care. He just wanted to see his cum on your tongue. He wants you to taste him just as he tasted you.

“I’m gonna cum, Beel.” You said and that’s all he needed. Suddenly, your tongue was met with the salty taste of his cum.

“Oh—yeah, that’s good. Fuck.” You came as he finished cumming and you swallowed through the waves of your orgasm. You were pretty sure you were bound for 2 more orgasms now, especially how the two remaining walked over to you, cocks out and dripping.

Beel wiped your lips and raised up from the chair. But then he leaned right back down to kiss your forehead, making you smile a little. He left to join the aftercare prep crew and then now it was just the three of you.

“So.” Satan eyed your slicked up fingers. “You were so desperate that you made yourself cum?” He grabbed your wrist and helped pull you up.

“Yeah, I didn’t even notice I started to touch myself.” You admitted. “I really was desperate.”

“I enjoy an honest submissive.” Lucifer took your fingers into his mouth.

Satan sat on the table and patted his lap. “Sit on my cock. I’m going to make you work for your next orgasm since you’re so eager to.” Lucifer sat in a chair and patted your ass encouraging you to go.

“And while you’re riding him. I’m going to tell you a few things.” Lucifer looked evil right now, but you didn’t have time to admire him especially as you sunk onto Satan’s weeping cock.

“You’re gonna hear what he says too. You’re gonna listen.” Satan leaned back onto the table and put his arms behind his head. “Now ride.”

You were exhausted but with how he was looking at you, you knew you could go for more. You moved roughly, slapping your ass down and panting.

Lucifer cleared his throat. “Mc, you’ve been a very good human tonight, even with all the overwhelming pleasure we’ve provided and the bit of pain from earlier.” You tried to listen and focus on the pleasure at the same time. “We’ve also learned of your demon kink or rather confirmed it. I hope you know that will be something for us to both enjoy, after all, a pathetic human is a beautiful sight for me.”

Satan kept his composure as you rode him, trying to keep himself under control.

“So, to satisfy me and Satan, I want you to beg for us, beg for these demons to make you cum. And don’t just say please. Beg earnestly. And don’t stop riding him.”

You heard his command loud and clear, with the oxytocin running wildly, you knew exactly how to beg. “I need you to make me cum. Fuck me with your demon cocks and fuck me hard, I wanna be a demon fucktoy. Fill me til I go dumb from it.” You hoped that was to Lucifer’s liking. Knowing him, he already had something planned for later for when you’re in private.

“You need it huh?” Lucifer was so ready to have you to himself. “Let me see you cum on his cock and then maybe I’ll take you up on it.”

Satan was enthralled with how your body moved on top of him to the point that he didn’t give two fucks what Lucifer was saying. Lucifer could be calling him garbage and all he could think about was the way you moaned and cried out as you fucked yourself on him.

“Satan, please let me cum.”

“Go ahead. Let me see how tight you can get.” He said and smacked your ass once more. “Then I’ll cum inside of you.” Satan was trembling with how hard he held back. He’s a gentleman, you get to cum first.

“Yes!” You shouted and ground your clit against him as you shook and if it weren’t for Satan holding you up, you would’ve fallen over. Satan was so ready to cum but he waited for you to calm down.

“Can I fuck into you?” He asked, begging silently you’d nod or anything.

“Yes.”

He didn’t hesitate, he instantly lifted your hips enough and used his core to fuck upwards. You weren’t overstimulated luckily, but it was enough to make you see stars. It only took a minute of thrusting before he cried out and released into you, adding to Belphie’s and Mammon’s cum. You thanked every Devildom doctor in your head for their contraceptives.

You pulled off of Satan and watched as he lifted up and kissed your shoulder. “I’ll see you in a little bit, love.”

And then there was the most depraved of them left. Lucifer instantly pinned you down to the table. “Color? I can still stop.”

“Green. Finish me.” You touched his hand on your shoulder.

“I won’t be gentle, I regret choosing to go last. I wish I could’ve had you all to myself for this fantasy. Though it’s been lost at this rate, the holiness wasn’t the appeal was it?” Lucifer raised himself so that both his knees were on the table. “It’s the corruption.” He was grinning and ready. He lifted your legs up and cast them over his shoulders. “It’s getting to really understand the feeling of have a demon ruin you. To see you overcome that shyness, the embarrassment. You wished for us to fuck all the innocence out of you.” Then he leaned down and raised your hips to balance on his thighs. “You wanted me to go last and I knew that’s what you needed.” And now you were in a perfect mating press. “You needed me to make sure you became the perfect demon fucktoy.” He chuckled a bit and slowly slid into you. “Those were your words. While I enjoy a demon’s toy, for you to demean yourself to be exclusively for a fuck, I see much more value in you. I understand what you meant, though, you wanted to be fucked like a toy. And that’s what I’ll do. And you’ll cum with me. So col—“

“Green.” He couldn’t even finish. There were no ifs, ands, or buts. “Finish me.”

Lucifer was rough. He fucked hard and fast, animalistically. You immediately started moaning, he had everything perfectly arranged. This whole fantasy wasn’t yours, it was his, all of theirs. To see you completely lose it. You were lost indeed.

“Good. That’s it. Keep moaning like that. Let me see you get fucked nice and dumb.” Lucifer’s wings wrapped around you both and only the occasional lightning outside provided any light. Each blast of white made his eyes glow as he stared down at you, fuck, Lucifer was gorgeous.

“Lucifer! Fuck! You feel so good!” You knew the others could hear especially how the table creaked under you and how Lucifer wasn’t afraid to grunt or moan either. Lucifer’s thrusts were wet and messy, especially as you felt how your arousal was running down your asscheeks. “Lucifer!”

“Mc! Tell me what you want.”

“Lucifer, I want you to make me cum, I need it please, just one more.” You tangled your hands in his hair, fingers tracing his horns. “I’m begging, please!! It’s all I need.”

“I love hearing that. When I tell you to cum, you’ll cum.” Lucifer kissed you. “You need to fight it. The harder you fight, the better the release will be.”

You didn’t respond, instead you cried out as you held back. His words didn’t make it any better, it only made it harder. “Please cum, Lucifer!”

Lucifer watched as you almost began to cry from the overwhelming pressure. “Just a little more. Beg me again.”

“Please! Cum inside me! I can’t take it anymore. I need it so so so bad!” You held onto him for dear life.

“Yes, Mc! Cum for me! I’m—ah—AH!” Lucifer came and you saw stars as you came for the 5th and final time of the night. You could pass out, to be honest. Especially after how Lucifer fucked the god out of you.

After Lucifer came, the illusion surrounding you faded with the candles, torches, and the extra old appearance. The door opened and Beel came in. Lucifer pulled off of you and used a rag Beel gave him to clean himself off. Following Beel came Asmo who immediately tended to the cum covering your stomach, pussy, and the table. Beel helped lift you and you wrapped around him. He carried you to the shower and sat you on the toilet.

Mammon entered with Belphie. “Big ass bathroom. Are you okay, Mc?” He asked, checking the temperature of the water. “Can you even stand to shower?” He looked at you, concern in his eyes. “Ya look wiped the fuck out.”

“I can stand.” You rose up and all three panicked like you were gonna fall even though you stood completely stable. “Thank you for the pampering. I can bathe on my own.” You giggled and hopped in, leaving the boys for the rest of the work.

Once you were cleaned and you attempted to wipe the cum out, instantly regretting letting 4 of them cum inside you, you exited the bathroom where Asmo awaited to help get you dressed. “You okay, hon? Just put on underwear and a shirt for now, I’ll try to alleviate the sting on your butt.”

Asmo massaged cream onto your ass while Mammon helped to lotion you up all over. “I’ve gotcha.” Mammon was almost as precise as Asmo. By the time they were done, Beel had returned to cradle you and bring you to your bedroom.

You were laid down and soon after, the rest of the brothers entered. Lucifer was the first to speak. “Was it too much at all?”

You shook your head. “Somewhat unexpected, but not too much.”

Asmo plopped down beside you and handed you a cupcake. “Here!”

“Water first.” Lucifer said sternly making Asmo pout. You laughed and took the bottle from Lucifer. “Oh… I was going to help you.” He said.

“It’s alright. Are all of you okay?” You asked.

“I was really worried they were gonna slap your ass off.” Beel said.

Mammon looked relieved. “When Asmo said 20 i about fell over!” You couldn’t help but laugh again.

Satan looked offended. “We aren’t that mean.”

“I was worried Mc was gonna tap out after I finished.” Levi said. “You looked exhausted.”

“Thought I looked hot?” You teased.

“Well! You did! But very tired too!” Levi sat beside you and laid on the bed. “But I’m fine I already feel better.”

“Have you decided who to cuddle with now that you’re done?” Belphie asked, not waiting for an answer and laying on top of you.

“I figured you’d all find a way to lay with me. Good thing it’s cold outside.” You said.

“So…” Mammon wondered aloud. “Guess we need to get a spot while we can.”

Lucifer had already moved between everyone and was right up against your side, making Levi, Belphie, and himself the closest demons to you. Everyone looked shocked at his eagerness. Satan looked pissed. But that’s besides the point. Everyone also looked exhausted and the second everyone went silent, you immediately closed your eyes and was out faster than you’ve ever fallen asleep. You couldn’t help but dream about Satan and Lucifer arguing about how to do the impact play part from when Satan was on the phone with Lucifer earlier today. You couldn’t wait to tell them about when you got up.

Note: Jesus ducking Christ don’t write orgies with plot when you have a job and are also a full time college student omfg oh fuckkkk anywho hope you enjoyed if you got this far. I love comments and strange reblog hashtags they make my day. Thank you for your patience again!!!!!!!!

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okay I’ve seen a lot of posts about sterling just being crowley and. guys. the implications just hear me out 😭😭😭

bending lore slightly here BUT let’s say crowley’s body was once inhabited by a human and crowley is possessing the body (maybe he kills the initial inhabitant bc he doesn’t care)

but he still has the guy’s memories. he doesn’t bother keeping up appearances with his ‘ex wife’ because he is too busy building up his hell empire. BUT for some reason he can’t quite identify, he still feels something towards his ‘daughter’. he lets the divorce happen and doesn’t feel the need (or desire) to fight for custody, but he can never quite forget her, to cast her out of his mind for good

some hijinks ensue with the leverage team. it’s mostly because even a grind culture demon wants some off time every once in a while, and for him the insurance investigator stuff is more of a hobby. interacting with the leverage crew is very low stakes for him, and honestly, quite amusing. they aren’t on his level power-wise, but that ford character gives him the mental exercise he hasn’t experienced in, well, he can’t even remember

he can feel their frustration and anger when they learn he has become employed by interpol and feeds off it. it’s great, and relaxing in a way he is never able to achieve while conducting hell-related business

one year he gets wind that olivia is in a really bad situation associated with his ‘ex wife’s’ new husband. he’s selling vital hardware to terrorists, and while that might actually be the kind of chaos he would normally support or be entertained by as the king of hell, something feels wrong about letting olivia stay anywhere near that man

he calls upon the body’s adversaries. he wouldn’t admit it, even under duress, BUT he feels slightly fond of them. nate for the three dimensional chess they play, sophie for her ability to charm and disguise, parker for her chaos and slightly unsettling nature (it’s the autism swag and being bad with human interaction but he doesn’t know that lol), hardison for his unapologetic intelligence and eliot for his hardened violent past and take-no-shit persona (he’s fun to tease)

they perform exactly as he expected, right into his carefully crafted plan. and then olivia is under his care and things get more complicated. he keeps her FAR, FAR away from anything related to the supernatural (heh). no one can find out about her, ESPECIALLY not those imbecile hunter brothers (if for nothing else than the embarrassment in revealing he has a weak spot)

not sure how to work it into this post but I also want to add that somewhere along the way he develops feelings for nate and sophie. the frame up job is near and dear to my heart and you can’t convince me that isn’t fighting as flirting behavior. his interpol persona is more of a side hustle so to speak, but he finds it fun (relaxing, even) to fill that role. there aren’t any obligations of other demons, bothersome hunters, or anything like that. nate and sophie are low stakes, except, they aren’t, really. they make him feel things he can’t ever really remember feeling. his heart beats fast when sophie sat in his lap and cradled his face, his hands sweat when nate gives him that certain smug look. he’s exasperated by the way they can run circles around him like no one else has ever before. they annoy him and get under his skin in a way no one else can and it’s infuriating. but also not, at the same time. maybe he likes it

and then the long goodbye job happens

hear me out and suspend your belief here for a second, because I can’t remember if crowley supernaturally knows when ppl die/are dead or not.

so nate is in interpol custody and the interviewer is obviously out of her depth. (most people are, when it comes to nathan ford.) he walks in and pours the man a drink, but he’s fuming. somewhere along the way he came to care about the team. hell and suffering is literally in his (official) job description, but he can admit (only to himself) that he admires what they do. it’s not for him, not anything close to where his passions and interests lie, but he respects their drive and purpose. he is also aware enough to acknowledge that they are a family, a group of misfits that never belonged quite anywhere except to each other.

and nate fucking blew it up, ruined it, because his vice is being so obsessed with the end game that he is apparently willing to let his team, his family, the people that anchor him to reality, die because the ends supposedly justify the means.

not this time. not to sterling crowley

he is enraged. he can admit within the confines of his mind that he cares for nate, for sophie, even for the other three (though nate and sophie have somehow made it a hierarchy where they are more important to him. which he will dissect later in private. maybe.)

nate let them die, he let sophie die, and for what? the black book? hell below, crowley would have made things easier somehow, if he knew that this was where nate’s sights had lied. he would have prevented this somehow. he wants to have prevented this. he doesn’t want any of them dead and is too afraid to check and verify because that would make it real. the idea of sophie (or any of them) somehow making it to hell instead of heaven would probably break something in him he might not be able to repare fully.

he yells at nate- he’s angry. hellfire burning in his heart because everything is ruined. the deaths aside (however hard it is to set them aside in his mind), nate will not recover from this, not ever. this will be the start of the end, he is sure. a miserable, guilt-ridden existence where he drinks himself to death and nothing will save him. it plays out in crowley’s mind in a thousand different ways that are beyond painful to conceptualize, even in theory.

the story starts to unravel and there is a game afoot. a solemn, miserable, infuriating game because the con is still in session because parker is alive and in the building- which sets another fire alight in his chest. ‘parker even know you got hardison killed?’ he rages for her grief when she finds out. he knows it will double when she finds out eliot has perished, too, because he isn’t fucking blind.

but nate is a brilliant man, lest he forget too quickly. they are all alive, and somehow still the entire crew slips through his fingers. he’s not even angry (he never would have been- he doesn’t actually try too hard to catch them. it’s about the game, not the consequences). he lets them keep the black book because he’s fucking exhausted and honestly, they more than earned it.

‘now we’re even. tell sophie to drive carefully’. they will never be even, not really. crowley would never admit or agree that being human is the superior state of being, but that have made him feel human in a way he doesn’t actually mind. they keep him on his toes and match him in a way unique to them, they remind him that there are other things than the realm of hell. not necessarily bigger than hell, but maybe just as important in a different sense.

watching the van drive away, something inside him settles. when he walked into the interrogation room that day he thought this was the beginning of the end. it’s not the end at all, not an end to anything. it’s a continuation of their story. maybe, he thinks, a beginning to a new era in it

#before anyone says anything YES I KNOW HOW SPN LORE WORKS I WATCHED IT FOR MANY YEARS #I am just making this silly post for my own (and possibly your) amusement #I’m not digging too heavily into spn plot because I haven’t watched in forever and don’t trust my memory to make accurate commentary lol #also I know it’s probably layed but lied looked better somehow don’t worry about it #sorry this is so long I wasn’t sure where to break it to a read more bc all of it was too important to me 😭💀#tell me in the comments if you’d prefer a read more and where you think it should go #I haven’t been into spn for years HOW DOES THIS AU HAVE SUCH A CHOKEHOLD OVER ME #eliot spencer #parker #alec hardison #leverage ot3 #parker x hardison x eliot #(background)#nate ford #sophie devereaux #jim sterling #nate x sophie #nate x sophie x sterling #crossovers #leverage x spn #leverage x supernatural #supernatural #crowley spn #crowley supernatural #crowley #leverage #mine #not even queueing this I need it posted immediately. instant gratification #pls like rb comment etc I need the validation #I ended up putting a read more for the long goodbye job

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