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fuckingfinwions · 3 years

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A/B/O AU where Alphas can be “bitched” - that is, fucked so many times by another alpha that they become an omega.

Celebrimbor was sipping tea across from Maedhros in Maedhros’s house in Valinor. Celebrimbor has only Returned a week ago, and had asked Namo for directions to his mother rather than his father. Celebrimbor couldn’t yet face Curufin’s anger over how they had parted, but he needed advice.

Maedhros looked just as tall and imposing as he had for all of Celebrimbor’s childhood and youth in Beleriand. Some would say the restored hand lessened it, but given the number of puppets and dolls that had been fashioned with loop so that Maedhros could play with his son, Celebrimbor had never been intimidated by his father’s arm.

“I’m glad to see you Tyelpe, but I admit I’m surprised. You’ve long had more interests in common with your father, and the latest tales of your deeds only make it more so.”

“Maybe. But I can’t bear to see his disappointment yet.”

“I’m certain he’d welcome you, even if you won’t tell him all the past twenty centuries of jewelcraft. It’s understandable if that brings up bad memories.”

“That’s not all. It’s - I need help with something. You’re the only one who would understand.”

“I will always be here for you, but if the matter would be better discussed with one who has more distance from you, there are others who were captives of Sauron.”

“That’s not it. Or at least - not only. You outlived Dad by decades, and Grandpa by centuries. You’re the only bitched omega I’ve heard of who lasted so long without their bonded alpha, or who was able to bond again second.”

“My father didn’t fully bond me, but you’re right that I survived his death.”

“Sauron bitched me,” Celebrimbor whispered as he stared at the wall. “I’m an omega now, but I never want to see my bonded alpha again. They say it’s necessary, that bitched omegas cant get through their heat any other way. But you did it.”

“Oh Tyelpe, I’m so sorry.” Maedhros reached his arm around Tyelpe’s shoulders and drew him close. “It is not necessary, it just makes the heats pleasant and shorter. You will survive your heat, and it will end, regardless of what you do, even if you never let any alpha touch you again.”

“It didn’t feel like it would, as his prisoner. It felt like every time I came back to myself for a week or two, I would suddenly be thrown back into heat, craving an alpha’s touch but hating him still.”

“Ah,” Maedhros said. “That’s slightly different. That was an incomplete bitching, which won’t end until the original alpha, or someone the omega’s body recognizes as close enough, finally claims the omega. Until then the omega’s body goes into false heat a week out of every three or four, in hopes of tempting their original alpha back.”

“No, it can’t be! I can’t go back to him - even if I wanted too, the Valar would never let me - there must be another way!”

“Shh, we'll figure it out. If you really were bitched incompletely, it can be finished. We just need someone else to finish the bond, and you could be distant from that alpha afterwards as well. And Sauron may have left you half-bitched for a time and then finished it, in hopes your dependence on him could persuade you where torment did not.”

“H-how would I tell, if he had finished bitching me? And if he hadn’t does that mean I’m still an alpha?”

“It doesn’t. If you’ve had even false heat, there’s no way back, only stasis or full transformation. As for how you can tell - did he bite your neck while knotting you, hard, right at the back? Do you have a pussy? Is it open enough to for a cock?”

“I can’t remember exactly what he did to me, it was all just pain, by the end.” Celebrimbor blushed at hearing his mother speak so bluntly about sex. “And I have a new opening behind my balls, but I don’t know how deep it is. I haven’t er, tested it.”

“If you can fit a small dildo, or three fingers, when you’re aroused, you’re fully bitched. But you don’t have to check now, it doesn’t have to change what you do with your life.”

“How can it not? I might be into heat a quarter of the time forever, unless Sauron conquers Valinor and makes me his breeding bitch! Unable to focus on anything but wanting an alpha cock in me that I’ll never get!”

“Even if Sauron didn’t finish it, someone else can if your body recognizes them as similar. Another maia of Aule might be able to finish bitching you and bond you, just as Curufin took Feanor’s place.”

“But - I thought Feanor died when you first entered Beleriand? You told me that Curufin bonded you so you could recover after Angband, years later?”

“Right, we never told you the details. I forgot, as everyone else in the family knew, but they do seem relevant now.”

“Excuse me? Have you been keeping secrets from me about my own birth?”

“Not secrets exactly. It’s just, you must have noticed that Curufin and I rarely get along. But one thing we did agree on, was that we did not want to make you feel guilty for existing, or that we didn’t love you, or like you had to pick sides as a child. Even if the circumstances leading up to your birth were unpleasant or unfair, I do not regret you, and nothing you do could make me.”

Celebrimbor nodded to acknowledge Maedhros’s serious-sounding pronouncement. “‘I have noticed that you two didn’t get along, given that you moved hundreds of miles away as soon as I reached my majority. I assumed it was because Dad’s presence reminded you that you weren’t an alpha anymore”

“Oh, we didn’t get along even before that. Mostly it was about competing for our father’s affection, as I was heir but frequently clashed with Feanor, while Curufin was the golden child. Anyway, when we reached Losgar and burned the ships, I argued with Feanor again. Feanor said - a great many things, but mostly that I ought to learn obedience. And that he was going to force me to obey him. It was only a day later though, when the scouts reported an army of orcs approaching. A day isn’t long enough for a full bitching, so he told me to get my armor on and fight. We both assumed I was still an alpha, just one who had been publicly humiliated, and now knew how far my father would go if pushed. So we went out to battle.”

Celebrimbor could hardly believe it. “Publicly?! Your own father raped you, where others could walk in, and you still were expected to fight beside him? And stayed loyal to his cause for centuries after? How did he look you in the eye after doing that to you!”

“I don’t know if I’d call it rape; I took off my own clothes and needed no bindings to stay in place. And he didn’t have to look me in the eye afterwards, as that battle is the one where Feanor died. Morgoth invited me to parlay a week later, and I went. It wasn’t until I was already in Angband that I realized what Feanor had done had, at least partially, worked.”

“So you were Sauron’s prisoner and half-bitched for over a decade then! I have nothing to complain about, having only been like that for one year.”

“It's not a contest. What happened to me was horrible, but so was what happened to you. All pain hurts. A missing leg might be harder to accommodate than a missing hand or eye, but that doesn’t mean the latter are pleasant.”

Celebrimbor nodded. “Still, it doesn’t sound pleasant.”

“It was not. And the false-heats continued to strain my body when I was rescued. The healers were concerned that I would die of it - though only because I was already so weak; staying half-bitched for years or even longer will cause no harm as long as you aren’t also starving or frequently losing blood. It had become clear in Angband that other alphas couldn’t finish the bitching though, and with the original alpha dead there were few options.”

“So Dad bonded you to save your life. You always said you agreed to it, but while we’re digging up old family secrets-”

“I did agree. The healers even waited until my latest false-heat finished to explain the problem, and that they weren’t sure if it would work but they didn’t know what else to try except for keeping me comfortable. I wasn’t willing to give up, so Curufin helped me stagger into his room at the start of the next wave. After seven days, it was done, and I wouldn’t have another heat until the next year. I had a brand new cunt and womb, with a baby already growing inside me.” Maedhros sighed, then admitted. “The baby was not agreed to beforehand, or necessary to end the heat, or medically beneficial at all. I do love you, though.”

“And you just - kept this secret? Didn’t ever tell me I was unwanted?”

“Not unwanted, just unexpected. I would not have chosen to give Curufin another way to taunt me or withhold something from me. But you have always been my son, and I won’t stop caring about my family just because it’s inconvenient.”

Celebrimbor still felt that Maedhros was dodging the question of secrecy, but let it lie. “So, it may be possible to bond to another, if Sauron never decided to complete his humiliation. But even if he did, I can survive without him, right? Unless you’re going to tell me another story about how Dad somehow survived the Kinslaying at Doriath.”

“No, you’ve got that right. It isn’t possible for a any alpha but their bonded to satisfy a bitched omega’s heats, but the heats can be waited out. Either in a room alone, or with another omega, or even with another alpha. You’ll still feel longing for someone you don’t have the whole time, but something to clench down on makes at least a little difference. And omegas being too sex-crazed to stop and eat or drink on their own is a myth, an empty room is quite survivable.”

“Alright. One week a year where I lock myself in my room, or invite one of the Mirdain to help me, isn’t so bad.”

“Four weeks a year, unfortunately.”

“What! But Omega’s heats are only a week long, and once a year.”

“For omegas with their bonded alpha, or born omegas who have never been bonded, yes. If you try to wait out a heat without your alpha, it takes two weeks as your body craves his touch. If you go for several without being satisfied, it comes twice a year.”

“So you’re telling me the sons of Feanor, terrors of the late first age, were completely harmless for a full month every year?”

“More like five weeks, Maglor’s heat and mine were at different times a year. And I wouldn’t say completely harmless; I broke Fingon’s nose once during my heat.”

“But- Fingon died decades before Dad did!”

“Yes, but Curufin is petty, and so am I. He didn’t like having to stop his projects to ride across the country for the sake of my needs. I wasn’t about to go to him if he disregarded a summons; I am still the head of the house of Feanor, whatever I have between my legs. So every decade or two he would ‘forget’, and I would have to take care of my heat alone. One of those times Fingon was visiting, and I thought spending my heat with an Alpha I enjoyed the company of would be a nice change.”

“And then you broke his nose.”

“Not on purpose,” Maedhros shrugged, “it was more instinctive. I had been enjoying it, and had finally relaxed into just feeling the sensations without thinking too hard. I breathed deeply, and suddenly realized that there was an alpha rutting into me who was not my bonded. I had to get him off me, and his face was right behind my head.”

“Weren’t you saying earlier that another alpha could help with your heat?”

“Yes, I just needed rope. Tying my arms worked fairly well, and tying me to the bed worked even better. Also meant that I didn’t rip the pants off any alpha who dared to walk in the door with fresh food.”

“That is far more about my parents’ sex life than I wanted to know.”

“Don’t worry, Curufin and I were just as perfunctory as you could wish. But you are an omega now, and you need to know about your new instincts.”

“Fine. What are my instincts going to be like in heat, assuming I can’t spend them with my bonded alpha?”

“Physically, the false-heats you had once your bitching was started are a lot like a true heat. Your skin will be hypersensitive but still you’ll crave touch, especially being fucked and knotted. Either being fucked in the ass or the cunt is equally satisfying - or unsatisfying, if it’s not your bonded alpha - but only the cunt can get you pregnant. You can still avoid pregnancy if fucked in the cunt, either by taking herbs or by sort of bending your new muscles before the heat.”

“Do the herbs have to be taken beforehand? What if I ask an alpha to help through my heat, and he wants to try my - cunt, but I’m tied up?”

“The herbs work afterwards, though there’s a chance of sending you back into heat. If any alphas even try to force you, or force you to do more than agreed to, tell me. The only reasons I didn’t kill Curufin were because I had just gone to the trouble of getting a bonded alpha, and I didn’t want you to grow up fatherless.”

“Mother! That sounds very dramatic and disproportionate.”

“Is it? As an omega, the heat is the time you are most vulnerable. You have your physical strength, but your mind is too clouded to think about the long term consequences. And as a bitched omega without your bonded, there will be some measure of physical restraint if you have a partner. To ask an alpha to share your heat is an extreme expression of trust, the level of trust it normally takes an oath to bring about. Death is the punishment for oath-breaking.”

“Still, they might not know-”

“Everyone knows that you can get an omega pregnant by breeding them in heat. At minimum an alpha who does so is willing to either trap you with them for decades or abandon a child; some might even think they can re-bond you to them and trap you forever.”

“Still, I don’t think I can get many willing to share my heats if they hear my last alpha was murdered by Maedhros the Red.”

“I won’t kill anyone who hurts you unless you ask me to. Except for Sauron, if I get a chance to end that maia I’m not going to hesitate, for both our sakes.”

“Fair enough. But can you get back to telling me about instincts?”

“In heat, your body wants to be fucked by your bonded alpha. Your reaction to other alphas will likely swing wildly from lust to anger, as they are potential mates but not yours. If you have something that smells like your bonded, that can help the heat be more pleasant or even end more quickly. Other omegas don’t spark any jealousy because your body is convinced that you have secured your mate, and I recommend having an omega acquaintance bring you your meals. Strangers will seem like threats that need to be watched constantly, as will large open spaces. I have a small suite with a door that locks from both sides that I use for my heats.”

“Wait, locks from both sides? Is that necessary?”

“I don’t forget how doors and deadbolts work during heats. I have, though, forgotten that Maglor had friends visiting from Alqualonde, and walked to the kitchen with a dildo still sticking out of my cunt and a plug in my ass. Stark naked, and three days since I last washed properly. I grabbed food without breaking down and asking any of them to fuck me, and none of them tried without my offer, but I would have waited for Maglor to bring me a plate if I had been thinking clearly. So I installed the second lock, and whoever is watching the house for two weeks will open it when I ask them to.”

“Two weeks? But - Mandos said that Dad had Returned as well, couldn’t you have your bonded alpha?”

“I visit Curufin when it’s been long enough for my heats to come twice a year. But I’d rather spend my heats alone, now that I have a century of evidence that it won’t harm me.”

“That seems sad, to be alone or so long.”

“I’m not lonely. I have your uncles, and my other friends. Plenty of people stop by to socialize, even if I don’t share my heats.”

“Alright.” Celebrimbor nodded. “Is there anything else I should no about being an omega?”

“Your instincts to crave your bonded alpha only show up during heat, sex outside heat is much less of a hassle and can be quite pleasant. You may find yourself less aggressive in general than before as your hormones adjust, but never let anyone tell you it makes you less dangerous. If you do bear a child, your heat will go away entirely until two or three years after the birth. Please ask me questions if you think of more; if it’s too personal or, you want a different perspective, your great-grandfathers can also explain.”

“I’ve never met Finwe, but I thought he was an Alpha?”

“Great-grandfather on the other side.”

“Dad’s grandfather is also Finwe, since the two of you are brothers.”

“I mean Mahtan and his huusband. He’s a bitched omega as well, though he doesn’t speak of it much.“

“What?! But - no one ever mentioned it. All the stories about him are about his skill in the forge, and learning from Aule, and how much he taught Feanor and Nerdanel.”

“The two of them don’t consider it anyone else’s business which of them is in heat when they take an annual retreat. Everyone assumes Mahtan is the alpha because he’s the one who prefers talking to strangers, but Aule always knew, and never thought less of him.”

“Why was Mahtan bitched? Did he insult his husband somehow?”

“No, it was just the custom beside Cuivienen. Since a pair of alphas can’t have children, one of them had to become an omega for their relationship to be recognized. If they couldn’t decide who, it would be settled by nude wrestling, with the goal being penetration. Mahtan and his husband had no wish to break up and marry suitable omegas, so they followed the custom. I don’t think Mahtan enjoys being an omega exactly, but he doesn’t hate it the way I do.”

“I just have one more question. Could I stay with you for a while? I don’t think I’m ready to deal with Dad’s reaction yet.”

“Of course. There’s a guest room up the stairs, to the left. And I’ll work on getting some toys for the heat room that have not been used in my heats, perhaps new pillows as well.”

Celebrimbor blushed. “Thanks.”

#curufin/maedhros #alpha/beta/omega au #silvergifting #Celebrimbor does not know the details of Btiching because it is a very frowned upon practice in modern elven society #Bitched Omegas almost always have dysphoria around their heats #and although elves disapprove of remarriage they do see that a relationship that one party cannot leave without health consequences is bad #not archived yet #aulendur means ''servants of aule'' in quenya #auleparmor means ''students of aule''#one of those words is probably appropriate for Aulian Maiar #when maedhros realized he was pregnant he threatened Curufin with a knife #''if you breed me without asking again; you'll discover if an alpha without balls can still knot me through my heat''#maedhros also threatened anyone who suggested that he terminate the pregnancy or not nurse the baby afterwards b/c of frail health #this was his baby now in his body and no more changes would be made to his body without his permission #custom Valinor is for two alphas who were in love to find an omega as a third ex: Finrod/Amarie/Edrahil #custom in Beleriand was for them to focus on fighting the fucking war and have kids later dammit #line I wrote but don't think Mae would acutually say to Tyelpe: Curvo and I get along better when we don’t require anything of each other

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badbatchyandare · 2 years

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This is the idea I was talking about!

@icouldntfinditsoiwroteit! This is a more updated version ( might be too much information at once compared to the other one- but I tried lol)

The title is still in play at the moment so I’m not for sure what to call it.

Tw: this does have Hunter getting sick. So if you do not like you don’t have to read!

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Hunter jumps over a down tree, nearly slipping on snow and ice but he was able to catch himself and continue running. He was never this clumsy before, maybe it was the drug that they put in his food he knew he shouldn’t have eaten but they made him feel guilty about not eating their food before. He just underestimated how much of it they had putting into the meal. He needs to catch his breath. Hunter leans against a tree, pulling in deep breaths and pushing them out again. He feels cold chills go down his body. Kiff, it's so cold. He shouldn’t have stopped even in his kit; he could still feel the cold as well as his body wanting to shut down, to rest. He could feel the vile creeping up his throat as everything started to spin, he pushed himself forward. He needs to continue on if he doesn’t want his brothers getting to him. Even though a small piece of him feels horrible about leaving them with the GAR. But even he knows that the love that they have for him was an obsession, it wasn't truly love.

He wished his brothers would see that too.

After a few steps his legs started to give, making him fall to his hands and knees. He couldn’t stop the coughing fit when hit the ground nor could he stop the vile that escaped his mouth.

Hunter quivers quietly as everything hurts, falling to his side.

“ Come on…gotta get a-away…” Hunter says to himself trying to get control of his vision.

Everything was blurry, maybe if he closes his eyes and rests for a little bit to rebuild his strength and then he could get farther away.

Just a few minutes.

Hunter slowly closes his eyes curling himself up into a little ball to try and keep himself warm as chills ravish his body.

“ just a f-few more minutes…” he promises himself.

Falling asleep rather quickly, that little part of himself that was guilty for leaving his brothers grows, wishing that his brothers are with him, maybe to stop his pain. Why did he leave his brothers?

Instead of dreaming about random things or just darkness. But Hunter had to remember the first time that his brothers had drugged him. It started off simple, he went to get a datapad for the new mission because Wrecker broke his. Before he could open the door he heard soft mumbling about something, he could make out something about water and drugs and something else. He wasn’t quite sure. When he walked in he saw that his three brothers were huddled around each other with Crosshair holding a canteen with tech dumping something into it . Once they noticed him, they just simply smiled at him and offered the canteen to him. Before this had ever happened, When he first started noticing that his brothers were acting strange around him, he went to Cody and Cody told him that his little brothers were just worried about him and they just wanted to make sure that he was taking care of himself just like Hunter was taking care of them.

Hunter, like a fool, believed him.

But this, it was just too suspicious he didn’t know what they put into that canteen, so he refused.

They didn’t like his refusal.

His body shivers at the memory of his brothers drugging him and holding him down and pushing something into his side of his chest, causing his senses to overload then the pain, oh the pain. It's what took him out. When he ‘woke up’ he was heavily drugged and was just all around sick. To him something just felt off. So when he saw himself in the mirror after literally running to the refresher to throw up. That was when he saw it. The tracker that was in him. Just under the skin near his rib cage they definitely knew that it would be a btich to get out as well as to get it out without someone knowing. He’s tried. That’s when he found out about the others.

Hunter stiffens, knocking himself out of his nightmare. After hearing something approaching him, how long had he been out? He immediately grabs his blade and sits up ready to protect himself. He was sluggish and too weak to really do any damage, he watched his hand shake, just try and appear threatening. Even if he could barely see anything past his hand. A slim blurry figure came into view.

“ aww…Hunter it’s ok…your little brothers are here…will help you”

a familiar voice rings in his ears.

Hunter watches as warm hands carefully clasp his arm, one taking the blade for his hand.

Hunter's mind was slow to react as he sluggishly pulled away and started throwing snow at Crosshair, his heart rate spikes as he crawls ways he bumps into something big yet warm. That's when he hears another familiar voice. “Hunter, this is no time to be playing in the snow! You’re sick! We need to take you back home so that we can take care of you!” The voice booms into his mind making him flinch and cover his ears.

It wasn’t long after when he felt warm arms pick him up and pull him close. Hunter pushed against Wrecker's arms trying to get him to let go, but the arms only tightened making him flinch again and whimper, tears started streaming down his cheeks. “ Wrecker, be careful with him. He's sick, remember?” Crosshair says as Wrecker apologizes. Hunter continues to try and get out of his brother's grip, he only stopped when Crosshair grabbed his jaw, forcing him to drink something which he hoped was water. Lucky it was but he was able to taste the chalk of vitamins and nutrients that they would usually put into the canteen for troopers who were getting over a cold. His body was craving the vitamin so he greedily drank down the continents.

“ Slow down…there, see what would you do without us?” Crosshair asks as he carefully pulls back the canteen once Hunter finishes. Hunter’s head continued to spin as Crosshair put the back of his hand onto his forehead; it didn’t shock Crosshair that Hunter was running a fever nor did it shock him that Hunter looked like he was going to get sick again. He moves away as Hunter coughs up the clear liquid that, in his opinion, drank down too fast. Wrecker helped lean him over and spit the rest of it out, not really caring about the mess; it wasn't Hunter's fault that he had gotten sick. He felt bad about it but It's just easier to help him when he’s just a little bit weaker. Crosshair wipes off the spit from hunter’s lip as hunter looks up at him weakly.

“ I believe it’s time we head back, the cold isn’t helping you. When we get back I just want you to rest and allow us to take care of you.” Crosshair hums. Wrecker immediately perks up at the thought of helping his older brother. He immediately picks up his big brother.

“ yeah! We could play in the snow later once you’re better of course!” Wrecker smiled as he carefully moved Hunter to a better position so that he could carry him better.

Hunter wanted to struggle but his body was so tired and weak, all he could do was squirm until he felt a pinch in his neck. It wasn’t long before everything started to turn dark again

“ That should help calm you down.” Crosshair's voice started to sound distant, almost as if he was in a hallway.

“ Soon you’ll be back home and safe…”

Hunter relaxes listening to Wrecker’s heart beat.

Soon enough he falls asleep.

#yandere clone troopers #tw yandere #yandere bad batch #yandere star wars #yandere clones #tbb #bad batch

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obeyme-darling · 4 years

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In Control

[Diavolo x Shy!Fem!MC x Lucifer]

Part 2 of [Proposition]

Summary: Lucifer now has you and Diavolo back in his room, and he is completely in control of the entire situation.

Warnings: 18+!! Unprotected sex, slight choking, threesomes, oral sex (female receiving), Lucifer being a bossy bitch. (I’m truly trying to learn what things to tag again, if you would like to/need to, please ask me to tag something, I definitely can!!)

Words: 2,600+

A/N: I LOVE LUCIFER!! I really thought I was a Diavolo bitch but i want Lucifer to top me :) Also! I used a prompt from [this list] here! (Highkey wanna make this a series! Just MC, Dia, and Luci all living their best lvies together sdjghsgs) ~Admin Doe

Getting to Lucifer's room was going to be a feat in itself. You had to clean up enough to get dressed.and then try to nonchalantly make your way to his room, with Diavolo in tow, and somehow make it not look suspicious at all.

Lucifer had left before the two of you, as to not make it look too weird. All three of you walking to his room might have looked horrible for everyone involved. Diavolo had not minded, he hadn’t seemed to have thought about how obvious it would be to the other students if you, the human, were just out and about with both Lucifer and Diavolo, heading to his room of all places.

“That was so hot,” Diavolo kissed you on your forehead and helped you get dressed.

“So,” You bit the inside of your lip as you tried to straighten your shirt out before tucking it in, “you sure you’re okay with this?”

“Absolutely, my dear,” Diavolo pulled you towards him and opened his office door, walking out with you under his arm. If anyone was unsure as to what your stance was with the Prince, they now knew for sure. “You and Lucifer, my absolute two favorite people- other than Barbatos, but I don’t think I wanna fuck him- what more could I ask for?”

You relaxed under his touch and huddled as close as you could to him, your hands in your pockets and your head leaning on his shoulder. Once you reached the house you felt your stomach twisting, you knew whatever was about to happen was going to be better than you had ever dreamt of.

You wrapped one of your arms around Diavolo’s waist and hugged him close. You were trying to make sure this wasn’t a dream. It was really real.

Lucifer’s room was in sight, you were so fucking close. No one was in sight surprisingly. Lucifer’s brothers absolutely adored you, so you had no intention of seeing any of them, not while on this mission.

“Hey, MC~”

“Oh fuck.”

Asmodeus called for you. You wanted to grab Diavolo’s hand and run for Lucifer’s room. Instead, Diavolo turned the both of you around and smiled at the other demon.

“What are you doing?!” He was eager to see you, “Especially with Diavolo~”

Your face was beginning to heat up again. Your ears burned and your eyes were wide, a baby doe stuck in the middle of the road, a car coming for you full speed ahead. Asmodeus let out this amused chuckle as Diavolo pulled you closer in hopes of calming you down.

“We needed to see Lucifer.”

You wanted to throttle the Prince. You sucked in air through your nose and closed your eyes momentarily, before composing yourself and looking at Asmodeus with as much confidence you could muster.

“We have important business to take care of.”

Asmodeus let out another laugh, softer, quieter; as if he was trying to be considerate of your feelings. He didn’t believe you, but he didn’t say anything. Yet.

“Since you’re so busy, I’ll let you go. For now.” Asmodeus walked by you and stopped, to whisper in your ear, “After you get done fucking them, please come meet me in my room.” He winked at you.

‘Well fuck, he knows.’ You pouted. Diavolo snorted, obviously hearing what the other demon had whispered to you. Diavolo turned you back around and you watched Asmo walk away, very clearly smug about what he had just done.

“What was that about?”

You pressed your palm to your forehead, “He’s been asking me about us since we started uh, dating.”

“Asking what?”

You reached Lucifer’s room and gently knocked on the door, “He wants to- He ‘needs’ to know how big your dick is.”

Diavolo’s eyes went wide and he blinked in surprise. He immediately grew curious. “What did you tell him?”

“Nothing! I tried to avoid all conversations about it, now I’m sort of just fucked!”

Lucifer opened the door, wearing more casual clothes. No shirt, baggy sweatpants, dick print visible and all. For a moment you started to thank the lord, but figured that would be wildly inappropriate. You were practically pulled into the room, Diavolo walking in behind you and shutting the door, locking it for extra measure.

“Did one of my brothers see you?”

“Yea, Asmo saw me. He, um, kinad figured out-”

“Hm, I wondered what made him realize, your wrinkled shirt,” he untucked it, as he spoke, “the disheveled hair,” he moved closer to you, his lips pressing against your earlobe, “the cum that had dripped down your thighs.”

You balled your fists, ‘I’m about to beat this bitch up.’ Your legs tensed and your left knee pressed against your right thigh, your legs closing tight. You and Diavolo had cleaned you up as best as possible! There had been nothing left on your skin, and yet, here Lucifer was, mocking your desperate, needy ass.

He bit down on your earlobe before pulling back and examining you. Your pout and furrowed brows, your balled fists, how tense your legs were. “Struck a nerve, did I?”

“Fuck you!”

The words slipped from your mouth before you could stop yourself. You had only ever spoken that way to Mammon, or Asmodeus. But now here you were, covering your mouth and looking at Lucifer in horror. You just thought you were some baby deer earlier. You were in that position again, but had no one to pull you from the road. And Lucifer was about to run your ass over.

“On the bed.”

You nodded, not even caring to apologize. You thought that maybe if you didn’t apologize the punishment would be more... Fun.

“Take off your underwear, hike up your skirt.”

You sat on the edge of the bed and did as you were told. Lucifer looked to Diavolo, who was eagerly waiting for his turn to fuck you up. It was crazy to think about; Diavolo could boss Lucifer around, but there he stood, awaiting instruction from the demon. Lucifer motioned for Diavolo to approach you and so he did.

“Tongue fuck her.”

Diavolo grinned wider than you had ever seen. He absolutely adored eating you out, as much as he loved getting a bowjob, which he loved a lot. Diavolo parted your legs, with such care and handled you as if you were some beautiful glass ornament, breakable at the slightest slip up.

You looked over at Lucifer, keeping an eye on what he was doing. He sat in a chair, legs crossed and hands folded. He seemed to be absolutely in love with the fact he was the one in complete control.

Diavolo’s tongue pressed to your inner thigh, his large hands holding your outer thighs and keeping you steady. He kissed up your thigh, and once he reached your pussy, he dove in completely.

“Still so wet,” His voice was muffled as his tongue licked stripes up your pussy. His tongue swirled around your clit and you balled Lucifer’s sheets in your hands. You moaned loudly and bucked into Diavolo’s mouth.

Diavolo was skilled, very skilled with his tongue. He always left you a mess after he was finished with you. In that moment though, it was pure fucking bliss, more so than usual. You were so sensitive from already being destroyed by Lucifer. You sucked in air and arched your back, eyes screwed shut from the euphoria.

“Diavolo-”

Lucifer paused, letting Diavolo bring you to the edge. And then he spoke.

“Don’t let her cum.”

Diavolo licked a stripe up your pussy and pulled back. Your eyes snapped open and you looked at Lucifer in anger. He was still just sitting there, not even looking like he was thinking about touching himself.

“What?”

“Only good girls get to cum.”

Diavolo looked at you, a smirk creeping onto his face. He had an idea. You were scared. Diavolo agreed with Lucifer, and held you steady. You wiggled slightly under his grasp, thinking about just finishing really quickly yourself.

Diavolo dipped back down to your cunt and began to slowly torture you with his tongue. Waves of euphoria hit again and you hoped that Lucifer would be so kind as to let you orgasm. Your breathing hitched and you were almost gulping for air.

That happened two more times. Lucifer would order Diavolo to stop, and the prince would quit immediately. But he was getting more smug each time. ‘Okay, I’m about to beat two btiches up.’ “Please!” You begged, breathless. “I’ll be the so well behaved, please let me-”

“Stop, Diavolo.”

This time, Diavolo did not stop. His tongue pressed into you and his thumb circled around your clit. You arched into his mouth and quickly grabbed a pillow to scream into. Diavolo did not stop lapping you up. You were a shaking mess and you were pulling at Lucifer’s comforter.

“Diavolo...” Lucifer stood up. “That is not what I asked you to do...”

“Oh, damn, sorry.” Diavolo shrugged. “I thought her begging was pretty hot, couldn’t leave my baby girl hanging like that.”

Butterflies filled your stomach. He was truly one of your favorite people ever. Lucifer did not share that same thought though.

“Okay, MC,” Lucifer looked at you, sprawled out on the bed, shirt ruffled, skirt pulled up, and pussy out., “I think some rest would be the best for you right now. I’m going to take care of this brat.”

You lied on the bed, eyes half lidded and breathing ragged. You blew out air and watched the ceiling fan momentarily. You hadn’t realized how tired you were until you were sprawled out on Lucifer’s comfy bed. You shut your eyes and began to doze off. You were in and out, until you heard a small whimper from Diavolo.

Your eyes snapped open and you looked over near the other side of Lucifer’s room. Diavolo was bent over Lucifer’s desk, panting, while Lucifer held his throat and pounded into him. You noticed the loud, undeniable sound of flesh slapping against each other and sucked in air.

‘Fuck, I must have really hit my head hard...’ You rubbed your eyes. Diavolo was jerking himself off as Lucifer easily took him from behind. Lucifer was thoroughly enjoying this position of power, and his pride was very much so turning you on. You quickly pulled your skirt off and kicked it across the room. Your hands moved to your pussy and you began touching yourself. You were still so sensitive from everything you had already handled and you let out a whimper as you pressed against your clit.

“Fuck.” Diavolo spoke through gritted teeth, “I’m gonna-”

“Cum.” Lucifer’s voice was low and very, very sexy.

Diavolo came in his own hand, and you watched in excitement as Lucifer’s grip tightened on Diavolo’s throat and your hips rolled into your own hand. You were a mess, causing Lucifer to turn and look at you, still fucking Diaovlo.

Lucifer’s pace quickened before he came. His eyes locked onto yours and he was grunting as he choked Diavolo. He pulled out from Diavolo and wrapped his hand around his cock,finishing in his own hand as well.

Your movements were slower than you would have liked, but you were worn out from everything. You watched as Lucifer turned towards you, and the way his red eyes bored into yours caused you to quickly begin to reach your climax. You had not realized how much someone watching you turned you on.

You let out a loud cry and your mouth fell open. You continued rolling into your own hands as you orgasmed.

“Didn’t I tell you to rest?”

You didn't answer. You couldn’t. You just nodded at him. He walked towards the bed and your stomach turned with excitement. Lucifer ‘tsk��d you and crawled up behind you on the bed, resting on his knees. He pulled you in between his legs and you gulped.

“We’ve had our fun, why not let Diavolo fuck you? Would you like that?”

Lucifer bit your neck and you whined. You nodded and looked towards Diavolo. He was still composing himself it seemed, but he looked ready to go another round.

“You have too much stamina.”

“Are you too tired? We can stop.” Diavolo looked you over with concern.

“Oh, no, no,” you shook your head, “this is very enjoyable.”

Diavolo perked up. You noticed he was hard, again, already. Your pussy throbbed for him. He walked towards the bed and Lucifer kept you in one spot. He really couldn’t let go of that control. You liked that. Seeing Diavolo so submissive and even ignoring what Lucifer had ordered, it was thrilling.

Lucifer grabbed the hem of your shirt and pulled it over your head, and then pulled your legs wide ass open. You were suddenly feeling more vulnerable than you had ever felt before. Realization hit that you were at the whim of two very powerful demons and heat began to pool into your stomach.

“Keep your legs open, or you’ll be punished.”

You nodded and watched as Diavolo began to position himself over you. “I’ve been waiting for this all day...”

Diavolo pushed into you, stretching you open. You let out a whine as he gave an experimental thrust. Diavolo had fucked you a handful of times already, but each time he made sure you were ready for him. He knew he was better than humans in the dick department, and did not want to hurt you in any way.

Your legs tensed and almost closed. Lucifer was there to keep them pried open though. His tongue clicked at you and your hands grabbed the sheets beside you, “MC, do I need to make myself more clear?’

You shook your head. Diavolo, still acting as if Lucifer was not even around, began to thrust harder into you. Everything in you wanted to wrap your legs around Diavolo and hold him as close to you as possible, but there was no way you were breaking out of Lucifer’s grip. You were definitely going to bruise.

Your head rolled back and hit Lucifer’s chest. Lucifer bent down and pressed his lips against your shoulder, biting and sucking on the skin. You were being reduced to a crying, moaning mess and you wouldn’t have it any other way.

“Taking my cock so well,” Diavolo moaned, “Such a good girl.”

The praise sent you over the edge. You let out a scream, cumming as Diavolo thrusted in and out of you. Diavolo didn’t stop though. One he came, he kept thrusting. You let out a cry as one of Lucifer’s hands traveled to your pussy and began to stimulate your clit.

Diavolo pulled out and looked at the cum dripping from your pussy and down your thighs. As he was admiring his work, Lucifer was doing his best to overstimulate you. Tears pricked your eyes and your hips kept rolling into Lucifer’s touch.

“Fuck,” You whimpered, “Lucifer please-”

Another orgasm hit, and tears rolled down your cheeks. Your back arched and moans fell from your lips.

‘You really are a good girl,” Lucifer pulled his fingers from your pussy and placed them in your mouth. You began to suck on his fingers, instinctively, and felt your body relaxing into his.

“Damn,” Diavolo was sprawled out beside you and Lucifer, “baby, I’m so glad you brought this up.”

Lucifer lied you down and rested beside you, leaving you in the middle of the two. You looked up at the ceiling, catching your breath, and thinking about everything that had just happened.

“Are you alright, MC?” Lucifer asked, his tone way different than usual, he sounded caring and concerned.

“Peachy~” You sighed out. “Um, hey?”

“Yes?” Diavolo and Lucifer spoke at the same time.

“Can we do this again sometime?”

#obey me! shall we date?#obey me imagine #obey me smut #obey me lucifer #obey me diavolo #lucifer x mc #diavolo x mc #diavolo x mc x lucifer #admin doe #LUCIFER PLEASE TOP ME CHALLENGE

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harryfeatgaga · 3 years

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also something about being face down, ass up for harry while he’s kneeling on one knee and has his other foot planted on the mattress while he’s holding onto your hips to fuck you. his cock would slide in and out of you at an angle, hitting that one spot inside of you that makes you cum 3 times on him as he’s pulling on your hips and spanking you. and you can feel his balls hitting your clit with each thrust 😣 and after he makes you come for the second time, he pulls out and eats you out while you’re still like that, making you come again before pushing back inside and making you come on his cock again 🤩 - 🥭

BTICH THWT THE FUCKKKWEKDFHUIOEKRIO4KR???!?!”@:#LEKNJKC

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hartsgold · 5 years

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tell me why i kinda imagine claude's the type of person to have a tiny little ball python in a modern au. what btich? what? this is my snake. i had to keep one on my side since i was surrounded by so many. not saying any names edelgard von Hresvelg

#i've heard rumors of him not being fond of cats but i have no proof so i'm really just grasping for straws here.#a bitch with no nintendo switch and only my wildest dreams to reach.#❛ ・ﾟ that poison of mine enlightens me‚ knows its skill — headcanon. ✧#snakes ment /#a bitch with no nintendo switch should be my ooc tag but im attached to this one

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im-fandomtrash · 5 years

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I'm just gonna go ahead and make a big boy post of the matsunos (feat. teeny tiny bit of Totoko and atsushi) saying things ive heard, and said, but with 0 context

Karamatsu: you guys are seriously ruining my country vibe

Ichimatsu: Bitch you don't even listen to country music.

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Choromatsu: if your house was burning down and you could only save one thing, what would you save?

Karamatsu: hmm.....

My dear burazzas~💕

Todomatsu: I'd save my fucking house??? What you tryna save a damn pencil????

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Some random teacher: *doing rolecall* uh... Matsuno?

Literally any of them: Yea all six of us are here

Teacher: what

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Ichimatsu: whats lighter, 100 pounds of feathers or 100 pounds of dead babies

Choromatsu: Why babies,,,,,

Ichimatsu: *menacing glare*

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Choromatsu: why do people?? Hate kanye so much??

Karamatsu: Cause he's such a fucking hoe

Osomatsu: hes a sick fuck he likes to quick fuck I guess

Osomatsu: ...

Osomatsu: hey what if Kanye was a slav- oh hey mo bamba is playing!!

Choromatsu: WHAT IF KANYE WAS A W H A T??

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Osomatsu: *has his mouth covered with tape*

Osomatsu: *starts writing down on paper*

Osomatsu: *lifts the paper up*

Paper reads; Karen I wanna see the kids, Karen please I miss the kids

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Karamatsu: aaah... the fish are nibble me... its so tickle~

Choromatsu: oh my god that english was so bad...

Todomatsu: not only was it BAD, but it was HORRENDOUS

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Jyushimatsu: lickle my wickle tickle my pickle

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Osomatsu: IM GONNA FUCKIN PUT MY DICK IN THE OWL!!!!

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Jyushimatsu: playdough, but backwards

Osomatsu: I agree

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Jyushimatsu: *throws apple seeds at karamatsu*

Karamatsu: I just got seeded......

Choromatsu: what the fuck

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Karamatsu: I don't wanna go to the gym, I even do physical activities, the only physical activity I do is uhhh *thinking*

Osomatsu: Sex.

Karamatsu: shut the fuck up. I do. but shut the fuck up

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Todomatsu: you ever go in the kitchen just to find out youre the only snack in the house?

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Jyushimatsu: there's no balls in my hosue. Except for my little brothers balls

Todomatsu with the deepest voice you could ever fucking imagine: Sup bitch whatcu tryna do?

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Jyushimatsu: its slick backage

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Totoko: *shows picture of cheese* doesnt this look like james fucking charles??

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Choromatsu: hey ive like, never seen a person of color working at any of the cracker barrels around here... Like,,, its ALL white people, do they even hire people that arent white??

Osomatsu: Well I guess the first word is cracker for a reason

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Jyushimatsu: God, I just love me some SHRIMPIES

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Atsushi: Totty is good at soccer because hes gay

Todomatsu: You're right, I love kicking balls

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Karamatsu: burazzah?? wheres the trash can??

Ichimatsu: Over there

Karamatsu: thank you, I owe you my life

Ichimatsu: Hop right in there while youre at it

Karamatsu: Ichimatsu.

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Choromatsu fapping to porn: Gamer girl piss is so good...

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Osomatsu: *driving a car* shut up I know where I'm going btich

*literally 2 minutes later*

Osomatsu: Where the fuck am i

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Choromatsu: Its sorta like a mix of moses and Crocker

Jyushimatsu: muslims and crackers????

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Jyushimatsu: okay have/take a sit

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Ichimatsu @ karamatsu: he looks like a rat

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Osomatsu: shut up whore

Totoko: Don't call people a whore you stupid whore

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Jyushimatsu: he doent even KNOW the circumference and radius of the sun!!! *stereotypical nerd laugh!!!!*

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SORRY THAT WAS SO LONG FRENS. BUT IVE BEEN WAITING TO USE ALL THEESE QUOTES FOR SO LONG.. THEY WERE ALL STASHED AWAY IN MY PHONE

I wanna draw some of these out tbh,,,

#*noomys post #text #long post #osomatsu san #oso san #osomatsu matsuno #karamatsu matsuno #choromatsu matsuno #ichimatsu matsuno #jyushimatsu matsuno #todomatsu matsuno #totoko yowai #atsushi #some of the humor here msy be offensive to some people??? prolly???#sorry in advance if it is #no context #no context quotes

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rosykims · 5 years

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drthamen replied to your post “BIOWARE U CRAZY SON OF A BTICH”

that wasnt solas' voice though?? is there more coming?? they really are blue balling us FUCK

wait was it not ??? :o literally SO much is going on in ym brain right now im still not convinced i didnt straight up hallucinate that trailer

#drthamen #tga18

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Can you tell us some more about witch nozomi/misguided sorceress eli? I'm not totally clear on the concept but it LOOKS adorable and I might want to draw it myself

HELL YEA

slightly based on nozomi’s SID when she was a kid and was like “i see creatures” and other people were like “btich where”

so instead of her just being ‘spiritual,’ i just straight up made her a witch (so thats why theres that sketch of small nozo in a witch hat)

i dont know where she got that witch hat who knows

fast forward a lot and shes in high school now

but her past is the same where shes an outcast, but this time its bc she doesnt know wtf a witch does and probably is an awkward bean trying to use it for good but then freaks other kids out

o and her parents are also trash bc their kid is ‘weird’ so they take more job assignments other places bc nozomi’s classmates keep getting weirded out

so basically her childhood is the same

back to high school

by now she knows how to better cover up shes a witch

think like in Dragon Ball Z after the Cell Saga timeskip where Gohan is like mad powerful, but he wanted a normal high school life, but still wanted to Do Good on the side, so he became Great Saiyaman

thats nozomi

so no one at Otonokizuna knows shes magical

and she still distances herself (bc obviously)

first day of class procedes and people are introducing themselves

Then Eli introduces herself and the same scene plays out as in the anime

except this time instead of Nozomi just being like “WOW im gay for her” it’s that but a little more where her witch side feels SOMETHING. shes not sure what, but there’s something about eli that makes her different

its bc Eli’s magical, but shes a sorceress

which, wikipedia says the difference between witches and sorcerers are the intentions/motives (I DUNNO MAN, ILL RIDE WITH THAT)

Their first couple years are exactly the same as in canon

then LLSIP timeline starts and the the schools goin down

and independently, Nozomi and Eli start trying to use their magic to save the school

idk the logistics of magic (i dont really care tbh)

but itll play out how nozomi uses her magic to bring Muse together (WHO KNOWS HOW, probably some Sabrina the Teenage Witch stuff)

meanwhile, Eli is getting into Dark Shit and channeling some russian ayase spells to do god knows what

from there i have nothing

except that they gonna kiss eventually

and theyre gay

and nozomi confronts eli and sorts out her motives in magic

oh and because im a dang sadist and like angst!!!

Nozomi’s parents have like indefinitely abandonded her bc they think their daughter is too strange

and 1st/2nd year prior to nozoeli knowing each other is magical, nozomi has confided in eli about her parental situation

So i literally took a page out of A Place Further Than the Universe bc it was the best dang scene ive seen with my own two eyes

and that top sketch on the thing i just posted

is eli channeling a magical projection of letters nozomi has been trying to (physically) write to reach out to her parents

BUT THE KICKER

THE KICKER IS

she projects them as if it were on a messenger app

where you can see if someone has read your messages

and shows nozomi her parents have gotten each. and. every. one. of her messages

(what i put there is directly from the SIF chapter where nozomi writes a mothers day letter to her mom and its so sad and impersonal and heart breaking)

because eli is misguided and i like angst bye

but basically my interpretation of a witch AU is not so much using magic for fighting or harm

rather more on a person’s psyche is affected by the choices they make with their magic

please draw it and tag or @ me omg!! i’d love to see different interpretations!! this is just my rough imagination, but i’d be honored to see what you (or others) come up with!!!

#love live #nozoeli #im putting in in tags i dont care #ADORABLE AHA YEAH but with lots of hurt lmao #magic au #zinziinziiin #this is so long omg #ask

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