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shutupmammon · 4 years

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Demon brothers & MC x ballet AU 🙈💕

* You’re a ballet dancer in the human world, and you aren’t going to let getting kidnapped by demons as part of an exchange school programme get in the way of the training regime you’ve been maintaining since you were a child

* At first you try to practice just in you room, going through the stretches and smaller movements, but it becomes obvious very quickly that there isn’t enough room to train at the level you require. This is not helped at all by Mammon deciding to spend all his free time hanging out with you, as both himself and the possessions of his he leaves lying around are trip hazards.

* Not to mention, it’s embarrassing for the both of you watching him blush and evert his gaze every time you do a mildly suggestive stretch.

* It ends up being Lucifer who suggests a rarely used ballroom for you to dance in when you bring it up over breakfast one morning. Being a demon who appreciates the arts, he also tells you that he’d love to watch you dance sometime, should you be comfortable.

* Not to be outdone, Satan chips in to say that he has recently been doing a lot of reading on the subject of ballet, and that he too would love to watch you dance, as well as discuss some of the finer points mentioned in his book.

* It is Asmo who is the first to suggest that you give him lessons. He gushes first about the sensuality and passion of dance, and of course, how irresistible he is going to look in tights.

* Mammon insists that he wouldn’t be caught dead dancing ballet, at least until Asmo suggests that he hasn’t the strength or poise to lift and dance with you anyway. Suddenly he is your keenest student.

* The rest of the brothers agree to join your dance class. You don’t recall agreeing to such a thing in the first place.

Lucifer

* This is one of the only chances you will get to see him in such form fitting clothing, so you’d better appreciate it. (Someone draw this please)

* He is very attentive to your teachings, and learns fast. His dancing is breathtakingly powerful, but he struggles to tap into the more vulnerable, emotional side of certain pieces, making them seem almost stiff.

* Some of that melts away when you dance together, he gets swept up in the harmony of your bodies and the music.

* One of the least flexible of his brothers, but you wouldn’t be able to tell as he tends to stick to pieces that play on his strengths.

* Lifts you as if you are lighter than air, his touch is confident and self assured from the start.

* He loves classical music, and will show you a new piece of music every other week that he’d like to dance with you. He tries to hide how eager he is to see if you will like each piece and it is VERY cute to see this side of him.

Mammon

* God help this boy he does not know what he’s doing

* Is too self conscious to wear tights, wears aggressively branded tracksuit bottoms instead and insists it’s because they’re ‘cooler’

* Concerningly flexible and has a good sense of rhythm. That is all he has going for him

* He prefers to improvise his dancing, with very unsuccessful results. It is only when you remind him that you won’t really be able to dance together properly unless you learn certain moves together and consistently practice them.

* Gets so flustered first time he lifts you that he drops you. Nobody is hurt except his ego.

* He never really stops getting flustered at the close proximity and the intimacy of the dance, but does learn how to stop dropping you, which is something

* With a lot of time and praise you will be able to dance together without him accidentally stepping on your toes. But don’t hold your breath

* He insists he hates it but actually loves it, both for the close proximity he gets to be in with you, and also because when he does get something right you’re proud of him and that gives him butterflies

Leviathan

* Originally only agreed to come to make fun of Mammon, was shocked to find you dragging him over to dance with you

* He is NOT flexible, but is surprisingly strong for someone who you have only seen leave his room for meals.

* Blushes terribly the first time you tell him to put his hands on you, but doesn’t drop you like Mammon did.

* Has a strong preference for more theatrical dances, especially if the both of you wear costumes.

* Will absolutely collaborate with you on designing a TSL ballet adaptation (where he plays Henry, of course)

* Once your TSL ballet is written, NOBODY will train harder than this boy

* You even catch him stretching whilst playing video games once or twice

Satan

* Honestly the best dancer out of all of his brothers.

* Commits to the look. He will wear those black tights that leave nothing to the imagination

* Favours dark, emotional pieces, the avatar of wrath taps into the darkness inside of himself and brings it front and centre when he dances.

* Trains hard because he’s determined to outdo Lucifer, and then because he finds it a place for him to express the anger within him in a way that creates beautiful art, and doesn’t hurt anybody.

* Early on discovers he likes incorporating stage fighting into his dance. He is spectacular to watch.

* Knows the story behind every dance, and likes to discuss it with you before dancing, both to make sure the correct emotions are captured, and also because he loves talking about his books. It’s cute.

* When you dance together he is a perfect gentleman, but you can feel the wrath being channeled into passion during more intense, romantic dances. He lifts you with ease, and will take no liberties with his hands (unless you ask him to)

* Looks absolutely dashing in the princely costumes. He won’t understand why you’re asking him to practice in it, until you’re so eager to take it off him.

Asmodeus

* Another one who has committed to the look, except made it sexier. May or may not be shirtless.

* The most flexible of his brothers, no prizes for guessing why

* He gets so distracted by his reflection whilst dancing that he falls over at least once a session

* Favours passionate, romantic dances, where he has lots of excuses to put his hands on you

* Lifts you just fine, but will insist once or twice on switching roles in the dance so you are the one that lifts him. It makes him happy.

* Before every practice session spends at least ten minutes taking selfies. Has you take suggestive pictures of him whilst he stretches.

* Likes shopping for dance clothes almost as much as dancing. Every practice he wears some sort of costume and all but begs you to do the same

* Is nowhere near the best dancer, but insists he is, simply because he is the most beautiful

Beelzebub

* Everyone was surprised by how good a dancer he is. He is all controlled strength from the hours he spends in the gym.

* He was self conscious of dancing at first, and prefers to practice with just the two of you

* You can see every muscle beneath his dancing tights, it’s a good look on him.

* He is strong and powerful, but his soft, sensitive side comes out when he dances. He favours soft, romantic music.

* When dancing with you he is so gentle, like you are a precious beautiful thing in his arms.

* His worst habit is focusing so much on you that he loses track of the music

* Always makes sure you’re eating and drinking well during practice. Frequent breaks for his appetite, and he will eat like a horse when you’re finished.

* Gets a little flustered if you are dancing a particularly intimate piece together

Belphegor

* Insists he doesn’t enjoy dancing

* But is good at it

* ....really, really good at it

* His favourite ballet is, of course, Sleeping Beauty

* Don’t ask how he knows some of the dances from it already

* Seriously. Don’t ask.

* He can lift you with surprising ease, but will only do so if nobody is around to see it

* If you arrive early, you might catch him practicing dancing alone, using moves you definitely didn’t teach him

* Likes dancing as antagonists, like the Rat King from The Nutcracker.

#obey me #obey me asmodeus #obey me beelzebub #obey me satan #obey me lucifer #obey me mammon #obey me leviathan #obey me asks #obey me meme

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primrose312 · 5 years

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Undeniable love

Part 2 .

Paisley’s pov

We had been walking in the silents I was looking at the man back of his head. Well he seems nice well he did kiss me with out my consent.

My name is Peeta Mellark. His voice made me jump a bit.. I nodded.. Peeta that is a nice name I thought. We make it to his house at the edge of the merchant's quarter and I look at the pasture of horses and pens of sheep, goats, and pigs to the back of the house. A fat rooster lazily passes in front of the horse I am on and Peeta stops and patiently waits for the animal to walk by before continuing on to the house.

He led me to a medium sized wooden framed cottage it was cute. Its white paint looks fresh as if it had just received a new coat and it looks quite nice with its light blue front door and shutters. There is even a front porch. I smile, thinking how much I'm going to like sitting on that front porch in the evenings while the crickets are singing and then I realize that we have stopped. I glance at Peeta to find him watching me with a pleased expression on his face.

"I hope you like it Paisley. “How does he know my name”? . Oh right. The husband’s get all the information on there wife’s.

I nodded and give him a small smile which he returns. He puts his hands on my waist and lift me off the horse in a swift move he carried me bridal style I let out a small squeak in surprise I heard him chuckle.

He put me down in the kitchen I looked around. It is nice lot bigger then ours back home. I felt him take my hair down and out of the braids. Oh know his he expect me to consummate the marriage? My heart was beating like a drum. What if he rape’s me?

I like your hair down it’s pretty I felt his warm breath on my neck it gave me the shivers. He moved in front of me just looking down at me.

Paisley Relax ok I’m not going to force you to do anything that you don’t want to do little darling. Peeta told me. . I watch him take off his neck tie and put it away in a nearby closet.

"Would you like a tour?" He asks looking at me. I nodded softly. He leads me up a steep wooden staircase to a narrow hallway. I see that there are four open doors. The first one on the right is an empty room with absolutely nothing in it except for a large pretty window shaped like a half moon, an easel, and several canvases hanging about the walls with all sorts of beautiful scenes on them. I want to go in and examine them closer, but Peeta continues on walking as if the room weren't even there. The second on the right is a bathroom. The two on the left are both furnished bedrooms; one is slightly bigger than the other.

"This one's the uh…my bedroom." He points out as he walks into it. I begin blushing and bites my lip. I’m feeling so uncomfortable I know he said he wouldn’t force me but I don’t know him only his name. He handed me a note pad and a pen. I smiled

I think what I want to say . "Can I see the animals?" I write and showed it to him. "You sure can. But let's get you out of that dress first. It'll get ruined in the barn and then what will our daughter wear on her union day?"

As he comes around and begins to unbutton the back of my dress without my permission I know that I'm visibly shaking. There is tears in my eyes. There is nothing I can do about it. If I refuse him he can have me publicly whipped. I stand perfectly still.

I feel his hand run up my exposed back where the dress opened and I gasp and shiver. When I dare to look back up from the floor to see what's going on I see that Peeta was across the room digging through the closet.

He pulled out my nightgown.I don't move and, after a moment, he brings the garment over to me and then goes to sit on the side of the bed facing the wall. I suppose he expects me to change here with him in the room then…but at least he doesn't seem to be looking. I change as quickly as I can, facing him so that I know if he turns around. He doesn't thank goodness.. I walk over and tap him on the shoulder to let him know I'm decent.

After we saw the animals we sat down for dinner As was custom, this had already been prepared for us by his parents so that we wouldn't be bothered by having to cook on our wedding night. It consists of vegetables and rolls and a side of chicken. As I took my first bite. I felt so guilty I thought about my mom having no food like this. I blinked back my tears.and just ate my dinner.

In the middle of dinner he told me about himself I was curious to know. He is 20. Hmm I’m five years younger than him. and he has a father his name is “Henry” his dad own’s the bakery along with his mother “Agatha”and he work’s with his person.

I hope you like the food? He asked me with a kind smile. I nodded my head yes and give him a small smile back.I pick up a little more food on my fork. The food really does taste great.

"This weekend my dad wants to have us over with your mom. He wants to make us a wedding cake and all that." As I watch him, I notice he seems a little shy as he explains. I watch as he takes another bite of his chicken.

"I hope you don't mind, but I told him I thought it would be better to put it off for a few days, you know...just until you've have a little more time to get used to being my wife.

I felt my cheeks go pink and I just nodded and continue to eat. We both finish our dinners and then I get up to clear the table. Peeta immediately gets up as well to help me clean the dishes and, as he washes, I dry them. Then he shows me which cabinets everything goes into. Then there's more awkward silence. It has to be getting time to go to bed here soon...what time was it anyway? I don't see any clock anywhere to help, so I guess around eight by the sunset outside the window. I didn’t want to go to bed .. his bed..Then I remember the porch I had seen earlier and the two inviting rocking chairs out on it. I pick up the notepad and wrote what I wanted to say and showed it to him.

"Can I sit on the porch?" I bit my lip, He nods and I am out the door. With the screen closed behind me I find I can finally relax. I sit down in the wooden rocking chair to the right and look out at the chickens picking at the ground. They will need to be put up before we can go to bed. I was so nervous about going to bed I don’t want to sleep with him I know he said that he won’t do anything but still he’s a man.”

I jumped when I hear the screen door creak open and a coal oil lamp spill light onto the porch. Without saying a word, Peeta puts the lamp on the hook hanging from the porch ceiling and goes inside again only to return a moment later with two glasses of milk and a plate full of frosted cookies. I know I am probably looking at him like he has a third eye, but I'm not used to being offered an entire glass of milk so casually. Milk comes dearly and I can count on one hand the number of times I have eaten cookies before in my life.

I immediately take one and shove it in my mouth it’s delicious.

"I'm glad you like them. I looked at him eating a second cookie he looked pleased. He wiped the side of my mouth with his thumb.I couldn’t help it I blushed and I looked down at my lap I heard him chuckle.

“You know we have plenty to eat here, so you can always take whatever you want." I looked up at him and nodded softly.

Peeta has gotten up to put the chickens away I see him doing it across the yard. He really isn't a bad guy. I could have landed in a far worse situation than this today.Any one could have bought my papers a fat old dirty guy that would have probably rape me by now or Wesley Bronix

,I shivered in disgust. Just as he climbs back up onto the porch and smiles at me for seemingly no reason at all.

"Well, I don't know about you, but I'm going to turn in. I've got to get to the bakery to start work by five tomorrow." I bit my lip hard and nodded I stood up slowly and took the dishes in side and put them in the sink and I follow him up the stairs, feeling more

scared with every step.He opens the door to his bedroom and walks in, leaving the door open and me out in the hallway. I walked a little bit in the room and stopped. He was shirtless and was about to undo his pants my heart was beating out of my chest and I had tears in my eyes. I guess he noticed cuz he stopped.

Hey.. hey Paisley he walked in front of me cupping my wet cheeks he wiped my tears away.Look at me he asked. When I didn’t he lifted my chin so I was looking in his blue eyes.

Remember when I said I wouldn’t

force you to do anything that you don’t want to do he said and I nodded, "I want you to love me. I don't want to force you under me while I watch you cry. I could never do that. If you don't ever develop any feelings for me than at least I'll know that no one else is forcing you." He carefully told me. I blinked . He doesn’t want to consummate? and he’s not going to touch me like that until I love him? I was confused and so relieved.

You're welcome to sleep in here with me if you want to.But I’m guessing that you will feel more comfortable in the other room? I nodded, He attentively kissed my forehead and then stepped back.

Good night little darling. He said before I turned around with a blush and walked to the other room. I shut the door and crawled under the covers and tried to go to sleep ... Knowing I’m now Mrs. Peeta Mellark

#peeta mellark x reader

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saintbalor-blog · 7 years

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“ BIG KIDS KNOW HOW TO SHARE ! “

REQUEST: omg can you do #13 with henry/reader/patrick please! also i love your writing!!!

Patrick’s words, ‘you’re not my girlfriend so get the hell over it and blow me’, spoken in such a nonchalant tone when she addressed the jealousy she felt towards the frightened girl he was feeling up after first period stung worse than the occasional slaps he would give her with the back of his bony hand — in a sexual manner, of course.

Against her will, puddles of frustrated tears formed at the rims of her Y/E/C eyes as she removed herself from her seat on Patrick’s legs, his harsh words constantly ringing in her head as she searched for her jean shorts in the mess of his room. The boy, not bothering to move from his comfy laying position to check if the saddened girl was okay, watched from his unmade bed while she started redressing herself — an action he hadn’t planned on her doing so soon.

Propping his shirtless body on his elbows, he shot her a look of disbelief and scoffed when she began working on her belt; the realization that she was genuinely hurt by his words finally beginning to sink in, even though, she had her back turned to him to shield him from seeing the hot tears staining her flushed cheeks.

Quickly wiping away the obvious signs of her hurt from her face with the sleeve of her shirt, she gathered up her belongings into her backpack and swung it over her shoulder. Not bothering to sneak a glance at Patrick, knowing it wouldn’t help the conflicted emotions she felt fighting each other in her chest, she marched out of his room without a word while leaving the sexually frustrated boy alone with his boner and hand. 🎈

Not only had she left him alone with a hard dick and no relief but she had been avoiding him all day up until the last bell rang. It was infuriating him that even harassing other girls wasn’t doing anything for him, thoughts of her storming out on him clouding any pleasurable thoughts he could have. She had to forgive him for whatever she thought he did wrong, Patrick concluded, how could she not when Henry had just recently taken her under their wing? They were bound to spend more than enough time around each other.

Running frustrated fingers through his messy hair, Patrick found himself heading towards the gang’s usual outside hangout during fourth period, his eyebrows furrowing in deep thought as he tried to string together some half-assed apology for Y/N that he wasn’t entirely sure he meant; not ready to lose his only consistent fuck and the only girl he had actually deemed interesting enough to keep around. Knowing he’d have to temporarily swallow his pride and apologize for a situation he didn’t think he was to blame for, Patrick’s mind wandered towards all the make up kisses and touches she’d gift him for playing ‘nice’.

When only Belch and Victor were the ones to come into sight once he snuck out of school, Patrick’s vulturous gaze searched around the grounds for any sight of his girl wandering around, coming short when she was nowhere in sight. Odd, he thought, her and Victor always seemed to show up at around the same time.

“Where’s the slut?” Patrick asked the pair, rudely interrupting their conversation and earning an eye roll from Belch at the derogatory term used for their new acquaintance.

“Y/N is over there with Henry.” Belch nodded over at the concrete steps behind the school, averting Patrick’s attention over to where Y/N found herself situated in the lap of the Bowers boy.

Patrick’s gaze turned deadly when he watched the way Henry had an arm loosely wrapped around her waist, her arms hanging around his neck as she animatedly talked to him about the fight she had today with Greta — one where she came out the winner and came out with just a small scratch on the side of her face. Her legs were stretched to the side and his free hand ran over the injury on her face, further pushing Patrick’s deadly buttons without knowing.

“What the hell are they doing?” Patrick snapped, his eyes narrowed as he continued watching the romantic scene play out; not wanting to look away in case he missed something vital. It wasn’t painful to look at but more so, it was infuriating to watch her disrespect him like that over some comment he made and some skirts he felt under.

“Looks like she finally gave in to him constantly making moves on her.” Belch shrugged, not understanding Patrick’s disdain towards their buddy finally getting some much needed romance in his life.

Considering the fact that Patrick and Y/N surprisingly kept their little fling under the wraps, it was no wonder that Belch and Victor couldn’t piece together Patrick’s disapproval on this one. All they could do was watch from the side lines as Patrick unnerved focus remained on the couple.

“Eh, it’s kind of a cute couple, I guess.” Victor meekly offered, exchanging worried glances with Belch as they watched the familiar signs on Patrick’s anger begin to flare up.

Patrick’s eyes predatorily followed Y/N’s every move as she swung her legs off of Henry and excused herself for the restroom, unaware of the surprise she was awaiting once she was away from Bowers. Excusing his own self from his friends, he went in through the other door and used his lengthy legs to his advantage by making his way over to where he was sure she’d be in a minute or two.

Y/N’s foot steps bouncing off the hallway’s locker lined walls filled Patrick’s ears as she neared him, his tall body leaning against the badly painted wall by the supply closet as he waited for her to get in his reach. Without a second’s hesitation when she was finally in front of him with a look of shock on her face, he yanked her inside the closet by the arm and pushed her up against the wall — hard enough to have a pang of pain shoot up her back at the contact.

Letting out a small whine from the pain, her hands reached to back the sore spot, only to be stopped by Patrick holding both her wrists above her head with one hand. His hips pushed against hers to keep her in place and his breathing began growing heavily excited as PG-13 thoughts of what he could do to her in this position filled him; still not satisfied on how she left him last time.

“You’re sleeping with Bowers now, slut?” Patrick’s free hand reached up to the side of her neck, his fingers resting behind her neck and his thumb pushing her jaw up to better her view of him; now, she had nowhere to look but at him.

“Leave me alone.” Y/N’s tone wavered at her weak attempt to stand her ground, knowing what the boy holding her down was capable of. “You had your chance and you blew it, now I actually get to go on an official date with a guy that might genuinely like me.” She rubbed in his face, their last moment together not leaving a good taste in her mouth and reminding her why she had been avoiding him all day.

Y/N knew what trouble she was getting into when she shared a spontaneous kiss with Patrick in the back of the car, the feeling of his lips pressing against hers causing them to curl into a small smile at the intimacy. Moments prior to their first time together, she had promised herself to not allow any feelings to develop between the pair, it had only proven to be a failure on her part.

But was it really such a crime for her to seek out happiness in another boy when she knew the one claiming her heart would only bring her misfortune? “Bowers is just gonna fuck you on this so-called date — “

“And how is that different from what we were doing?” Y/N’s body writhed against Patrick as she tried to untangle her hands from his hold, desperate to slap him for his vile words. It was to no avail, only causing him to painfully tighten his fingers around her helpless wrists, the fingertips ghosting where they planned on leaving splashes of bruises.

“It’s different because I don’t try to hide the fact that I just want to fuck you every time you’re around while he tries to act all high and mighty for you.” Rage and lust mixed inside of Patrick when he looked down at the girl who went against him, feeling her body moving against his once again; just under different circumstances but nonetheless, still enjoyable for him.

“Get the hell over it.” Y/N spat, shaking her head at him in disbelief at the unjustified jealousy he was showing. “You’re the one who said I wasn’t your girlfriend so I’m allowed to do whatever I want and if I want to do Henry Bowers then-“

Not wanting to hear her finish that sentence, he snaked his thumb down from her jaw to the middle of her throat, beginning to apply pressure to his hold on her neck. Wrongfully enjoying the way he was holding her, reminding her of their many shared moments, she could feel herself being drawn back to him once again.

“I don’t like my property being touched by others, Y/N.” Patrick warned her, his hand still present on her neck and his face going for the crook of her neck. “And you’re mine, not his.”

Shivering at the feeling of his hot breath dancing against her collarbone, she could feel her heart racing at the possibilities they could live out in this closet but quickly shook the ideas out of her head when she remembered Henry was waiting for her outside. Rapidly pulling her hands out of his when he was distracted by leaving kisses on her skin, she kicked him off of her and bolted for the door.

“Well, I already said yes to the date, so there’s not much you can do about it now. You know how he’ll get if I say no after he’s asked for so long.” She spoke up once they were a good distance away, her words slurring out when she tried to recover from what just happened; from her finally getting her wish of Patrick acting territorial towards her.

“If he gets out of line, I’ll kill his ass.” Patrick warned, his hands falling to his sides into fists and for once, Y/N knew he meant his words.

“You can always join us.” Y/N jokingly taunted him, wrapping her fingers around the door know and shooting him a half smile over her shoulder. “I’m not saying I want a threesome but I wouldn’t be opposed to it.” She winked at him before closing the door in front of him, sprinting as fast as she could to Henry before Patrick could catch up to her.

It wouldn’t end well, none of it would and she knew that but the danger was too enticing for her to stop.

#patrick hockstetter one shot #patrick hockstetter imagine

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