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tears0fsatan · 2 years

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Hello! I hope you're having a wonderful day/night!

May I request a Lucifer x male reader NSFW?

Dom reader, taking care of Lucifer when he feels stressed/sad, maybe trying to break his pride so he can admit what he wants? You can do any sort of kink you want, but may I ask for a slight choking kink, maybe biting?

I apologize if this is awkward, this is my first time requesting ever. ^^ (p.s. I absolutely love your work!)

𖥻 characters... lucifer x m!reader

𖥻 genre... nsfw oneshot

𖥻 warnings... nsfw!! minors, ageless blogs and fem aligned will be blocked, amab!reader, dom top!reader, sub bottom!lucifer, dacryphilia [a lot of it lololol], reader calls luci a variety of pet names, tons of teasing, dirty talking, begging, praise, choking, marking [biting n scratching lolz], mentions of blood [not a lot but adding jus incase], nipple play? kinda? not too detailed but its there, drooling!!, gets a lil messy, slight dumbification question mark, fingering, edging & overstim <3

𖥻 a.n... oh my, darling ur absolutely fine!! ur politeness is a large contrast to ur req but it's rather endearing LMFAOOO n thank u for joinin in the event!! please don't be shy to drop by again, alright?? <33 anw this is so raunchy i'd have heart eyes if it were possible n i'm sorry if the choking part is inaccurate i'm not well versed in it </3

🌐 % 3V3NT H3R3 @ __★

the words on the paper were beginning to blur into one another and his fingers felt sore and worn. with eyebrows scrunched together in disappointment, slim and nimble fingers moved fluidly across the expanse of paper as they stamped 'DISAPPROVED' in big, bold, red letters at the request of the student council approving the creation of a human hate club. lucifer sighed for the umpteenth time that night, using his free thumb and forefinger to massage the space in between his eyes.

he dared to take a glance at the mountains of student council work that were strewn all over his desk, the paperwork seeming endless. he felt tears pricking his eyes at the sheer amount of work he had left, just because he was used to doing it didn’t mean it ever got easier.

the avatar of pride harshly pushed his chair back, head in his hands and gripping the ends of his hair tightly. he squeezed his eyes shut to prevent the tears from falling down his face, anything to keep himself from falling apart.

his muscles ached and he could feel the tell-tale signs of his throat beginning to close up. despite his efforts of holding back his tears, a few managed to slip by. he dug the heel of his palms into his eyes in an attempt to stop them from hitting the ground, his last attempt at keeping control.

“lucifer?” at the call of his name, the demon shot up. seeing you at the end of his desk sent him into a panic, he was well aware that he looked less than favourable.

lucifer cleared his throat, running his fingers through his hair to at least try to look presentable in front of you. he looked up at you expectedly, forcing down his stress and shifting all his focus on you.

“is everything alright?” it was hard to ignore the avatar of pride’s bloodshot eyes and untidy hair, and with the amount of work piled up on his desk, it was easy to put two and two together.

“everything is fine, is there something you needed?” he straightened out his suit, picking up the pen he had dropped earlier to continue where he left off, only to sigh once more upon seeing the paper he had been reading.

“lucifer… i think you should rest, you’re clearly overworked.” you tried arguing, though you knew it would be futile.

lucifer gave you a deadpanned look, wordlessly signaling towards the endless piles of paperwork. you outwardly cringed, understanding full well why lucifer was pushing himself so hard. regardless, you were determined to get him to rest, you had picked up that lucifer hadn’t slept in roughly three days, surviving purely off of coffee.

“It’ll still be there when you get back… i’m sure you’re ahead of all of it too. c’mon, you need to take a break.” you tried ushering him out of his chair, taking a glance at the document he was doing, scrunching your eyebrows in disgust at its contents.

the demon was torn. on one hand, you were right, getting some rest would help his stressed and sleep-deprived mind make better decisions. on the other, he couldn't let himself procrastinate any further, he already had so much work to do, it would only increase if he were to take a break.

"you and i both know you'll feel better if you do, lucifer. i love you, but please don't be so hard on yourself." you begged, seeing him so worn out like this hurt you in more ways than one could imagine. you wanted nothing more than to hold him in your arms and take care of him.

seeing him sluggishly sign his name at the end of the document made you certain you were going to have him relax, one way or another.

lucifer was close to shutting you down until he moved on to the next paper. not only did the words appear to bleed together, but they looked like they were melting off the page. his thoughts were equally as muddled, his thoughts about work slowly dissolving into thoughts about you.

he craved your touch, he needed you to make him feel better. he needed you to make him forget about his work, to forget about all the expectations the world had of him. he wanted nothing more than for you to bend him over and⎯

again, his cursed pride held him back. everything in his body was screaming at him to push you away and finish his work, even if it meant he was damaging his body.

"mc, i appreciate the concern, but i really need to get back to work." the wavering in his voice gave away his hesitation, though the demon pretended as though it didn't happen, most likely to soothe himself. it was clear that there was something he wanted to say but his sin stopped him from doing so.

"lucifer, look at me." you forcibly turned his head towards you, "put your stupid ego to the side and tell me, without holding back in the slightest, what you want."

lucifer bit his lip, tears building up in his eyes once more, gaze dancing from your own eyes to the desk to the ceiling. he shook his head, the beady tears slowly making their way down his face as he tried to fight the temptation.

"i..." you took a deep breath, feeling the hair on the back of your neck stand up from anticipation, "i can't, mc. i really must finish my work." you exhaled, disappointed that his pride got the better of him.

though despite his words, his breathing got noticeably heavier, and you took note of the way he squeezed his thighs together. you licked your lips, feeling your cheeks grow warmer at the effect you had on the demon.

"are you sure, luci? your body's a lot more honest than your words~" you purred, stroking his cheek with your thumb lovingly.

it was so shameful for his body to be so desperate like this, but he couldn't help but feel even more turned on. he enjoyed how you were treating him so softly, though the underlying roughness to your actions was more than clear to him.

your hands trailed down to his neck, gently caressing him before squeezing down on the sides of his neck. you relished in the way lucifer's mouth dropped open in a silent moan, the way he screwed his eyes shut, and the salty tears that trickled down his flushed cheeks.

"cmon baby, don't you want more of this? i can give you more... only if you come to bed with me." you teased while loosening your grip, letting him breathe again. he inhaled sharply, eyes shooting open before refocusing on you. aside from how glossed over they were, there was a needy look in his eyes and they were solely trained on you.

you backed away from him, tracing down his body until he was out of reach. his body unknowingly chased after you, gazing at you with what you could only describe as 'puppy eyes'.

as you neared the stairs, you watched as lucifer kept glancing between you and the work that flooded his workstation, genuinely looking torn at the decision he was forced to make.

after taking a deep breath, he abruptly got up from his chair and made his way towards you. without even sparing you a glance, he grabbed onto your wrist and pulled you with him without a word. you weren't one to complain, it meant you could admire his back without lucifer chiding you.

you hadn't even noticed when the two of you arrived in front of his room until you were forcefully pulled into it. you stumbled into his lavish room, a little surprised that your sweet talking went through to him. the door closed quietly behind you, not wanting to make too much noise as it was late into the night.

lucifer didn't look at you, rather, he was actively avoiding your gaze. you paid no mind to it, already knowing how much self-control it took him to let you take care of him. the avatar of pride stood stiffly near you, shoulders and jaw visibly tense. to those who weren't familiar with lucifer saw the look on his face, they would've naturally assumed he was annoyed, but you knew better. you also knew that lucifer was far from annoyed, you'd say he was feeling pretty excited if anything.

you closed the gap between the two of you, bringing your face close to his. with your lips only mere millimeters away from his, you could feel his quickened breath fan over your lips.

your gaze shifted from their focus on his chapped lips to the steadily growing blush on his cheeks, enjoying the way his eyes kept nervously darting around the room.

"good boy." you whispered, giving him a quick peck as a reward.

that quick peck easily escalated, and before long, you found yourself pushing lucifer back on his bed with your lips still attached to his. he was the epitome of disheveled, his coat was somewhere strewn on the floor, his vest halfway unbuttoned, giving you the perfect view of his broad chest.

you bit your lip, his unmarked expanse of skin looked like it was begging to be marked up you. the demon watched you through half-lidded eyes, observing your every move with his hair splayed around him like a halo. his knees hung off the edge of the bed, with one arm covering the lower half of his face.

you were completely awestruck by his beauty, wanting nothing more than this very sight to be burned into your memory. you took a deep breath, giving his figure one last glance before leaning back down. you gave his lips a peck, peppering kisses down his neck while your hands undid the rest of the buttons.

you hadn't realised how hard you had bitten down until you felt the warm, thick liquid hit your tongue. initially, you flinched backward, immediately unlatching yourself from his neck when the metallic liquid coated your tongue. you were ready to apologise until you heard lucifer whine and felt his cock twitch against your stomach. you blinked a few times, stunned that the demon had enjoyed that.

you were frozen, unsure of how to react. then, your eyes caught on to the drop of blood that seeped through the wound, feeling a strong urge to lick it up. you were lapping it up before you had a second thought about it, soothing the bite and stopping the bleeding. the whimpers you got in response were enough to fuel you on, leaving more bites on the base of his neck, each drawing blood that would trail further down his chest until you could lick it up.

you alternated between leaving kisses, hickeys, and bites on his neck, leaning back a little to examine your work. you knew lucifer would get upset at you in the morning but it eased the feral side of you seeing him all marked up.

you slipped his vest off his shoulders, throwing it aimlessly behind you, uncaring of where it landed, and went straight to kissing his chest. your hands stroked his body, lingering on his pecs and slowly making their way down to his thighs where they rested, massaging and pawing at the defined muscles. your hands inched closer to his growing length, only to change their direction when your fingertips grazed it. the quiet gasps he let outplayed at your heartstrings and you had to hold yourself back from cooing.

just like his neck, you alternated between littering kisses, sucking hickeys, and the occasional nip on his chest. you neared his nipples, dragging your tongue across the expanse of skin until you could latch onto the hardened bud. lucifer's hands immediately clutched onto your head, bringing your impossibly closer to him.

you watched the demon's face rapidly shift expressions through half-lidded eyes, chuckling against his skin at his reaction to you grazing your teeth on the bud. you continued suckling on his nipple while one of your hands moved up to play with the neglected bud.

you relished in the way lucifer's pants divulged into soft moans, his back arching into your mouth. his dewy eyes tried to keep their focus on you, though you suppose the humiliation and embarrassment of was beginning to sink in as after meeting your gaze, his eyes snapped towards the ceiling. however, keeping his eyes off of you proved more difficult than he originally thought, as his eyes kept glancing back at you.

you came off his chest with a lewd pop!, tongue hanging out of your mouth and resting it on the tip of of the nipple, coating the tender bud in your saliva. you made sure to keep eye contact with lucifer while trailing kisses to the disregarded nipple.

you gave it the same attention as you did to the other, only detaching yourself when you felt satisfied with your teasing. you took a moment to catch your breath, seeing that lucifer also needed a moment to collect himself by the growing wet spot in his pants.

your finger trailed down and teased his clothed tip, "doesn't this feel uncomfortable, baby? don't you wanna get rid of this, hm?" you tutted in faux disappointment, relishing at the avatar of pride's tightly squeezed shut. he nodded desperately, though making no move to change it.

you grinned, moving away from him and off of the bed, the demon immediately rising and crawling after you like a lost puppy.

"why don't you move a little higher, darling? get comfortable, 'kay?" you pecked him before leaving to fetch the lube you knew he kept hidden amidst his socks in one of the drawers on his side table. you took the time to strip yourself of your shirt while you were at it, dealing with it now rather than pause your actions later.

you turned back to lucifer, only to have the breath knocked out of you when you saw the way he was sat, patiently waiting for your return. he had done the courtesy of taking off his trousers and you weren't sure if he had taken off his boxers thanks to the pillow he had clutched in his arms.

his face was still red, due to the crying or the shyness you weren't certain. he sniffled, snapping you out of your reverie. you rushed back to him, pecking him once more before laying him down. you moved the pillow out of his hold, pleased to see that he had taken off his boxers as well. you supposed lucifer began to feel you weren't progressing at the speed he wanted, his hands wrapping around your neck and pulling you down to another kiss.

his hands found home on your back, raking his fingernails down with enough force you knew would leave welts, not that you minded anyways.

your hands caressed his body, squeezing the supple muscles every now and then. your hands teased around his leaky cock, touching everywhere but where he wanted you to touch most.

lucifer whined as a response, hands moving away in what you assumed was an attempt to guide your hands to his hard-on. you pulled away with a tsk, "behave... or tell me what you want." you firmly repeated, a hand snaked around his throat, squeezing gently as a warning while the other hand pulled away from his body completely.

lucifer looked like he wanted to oppose you, eyebrows furrowed and looking at you with an unexplainable emotion swirling in his eyes. he kept silent, choosing instead to look away and hide his face from you, though his body gave him away.

you took note of the way his back slightly arched off the bed, as though it was chasing after your touch. the action made you coo, deciding that, maybe, it wouldn't hurt to give him a small reward.

you kept him distracted with a kiss while your hands dealt with the lube. the demon flinched the moment the cool liquid made contact with his sensitive cock, his hands moving to grab your biceps, squeezing your muscles with strength you forgot he was capable of.

you were quick to soothe him, your right hand wrapping around his length and giving him a pump while your left hand went up to cup his cheek.

lucifer instinctively nuzzled his face against your palm, eyes falling shut as he obediently took what you were giving him. his voice started off soft and quiet, though as your speed gradually increased, so did the volume of his moans and whines.

"you're doing so well for me, sweetheart." you praised, grip tightening ever so slightly when your hand glided over his tip.

lucifer's panting got louder and heavier, whimpers mixing in when your thumb teased his slit. his hand flew towards his mouth, muffling the loud, wanton moan that escaped him.

with the more you touched him, the more he unravel beneath you, as though all his inhibitions were thrown out the window. your other hand lowered to his ass, slicked up finger circling around his hole that clenched around nothing. an amused, breathy laugh exited your lips at how needy lucifer was being, like a whore in heat all because he had a finger in his ass and a human was playing with his hard cock.

you thought it would be cruel if you didn't fill him in on your train of thoughts, so you did just that. "you look so pathetic like this, my dear. lookin' so wrecked all 'cause a human's playing with your ass and touching your cock." you cooed in a mean tone, enjoying the whines that spilled past his lips and the twitching of his dick.

you continued teasing him, changing the speed of you stroking him as to throw him off guard, so he could feel his orgasm approaching but never really reach it.

eventually, his hips began to match your pace, thrusting up into your hand when your fingers would graze the spot that made his back arch in the loveliest ways. you were a little impressed with how quick he was to figure out your pattern and use it to his advantage.

you let him continue doing so, knowing that it would ultimately lead him nowhere since he still hadn't been completely honest with you.

the lewd sounds of your actions echoed around the room, the constant squelch! and fap! were loud enough for you to worry that it was audible to the rest of the household. though you were brought out of your thoughts by lucifer's hands pulling you down to bring you into a heated kiss, the worry slipping from your mind as you brought your focus back onto the crying demon.

"need more." he sobbed against your lips, voice so soft you had thought it had been your mind playing tricks on you. yet your demon proved you wrong, repeating the words over and over again almost like it was a prayer.

he only stopped when he came, moaning out your name so loud you were sure diavolo would've been able to hear it from the castle. long, thick strands of cum painted his stomach and your hand, making you pause your ministrations.

you let him catch his breath before beginning up again, pace unchanging from the one before he came. his eyes shot open, looking at you in a panic and shaking his head vigorously.

"can't! 's too much!" he begged, although his body disagreed with his words. you muted him with a peck, the hand wrapped around his twitching cock slowing its pace while the fingers buried in his tight hole kept grazing him sweet spot.

it didn't take long for his next climax to build up, still sensitive from his previous high. you assumed his pride no longer weighed in his mind, his voice going up an octave and volume the longer you wound him up.

a smirk grew on your lips at the look on the demon's face. his face was sticky with a mixture of tears and sweat, his button nose and cheeks still red from his crying. he had his mouth hung open, tongue lolled out to the side and his eyes had a glazed-over look to them.

you stopped your ministrations, moving your hands away from both his ass and his leaky cock, chuckling at the way his hole clenched around nothing and the way he began sobbing harder.

"tell me what you want, luci. it's that easy, darling." you cooed, squeezing his fleshy thighs. the avatar of pride whined loudly, body squirming around uncontrollably atop of his plush pillows. "i can't give you what you want if you don't tell me, baby." you pushed harder, knowing his pride was near its breaking point.

you finally got what you had spent the hour working towards, and my, did you enjoy seeing it pay off.

"i want you to touch me." lucifer mumbled while choking back a sob, "want you t' fuck me 'nd make me forget about work, please, please, please." the demon begged, pride flying out the window and letting himself go.

with a smile, you peppered kisses up his thighs, happy you finally got him to admit everything he was bottling up.

"that wasn't so hard, now was it, darling?" you put your hands back on him, giving his painfully hard cock a few more pumps until he came on your hand. a loud cry ripped from his throat before he bit down on his lip, your eyes mesmerised by the drop of blood that rolled down his chin as a result.

lucifer didn't reply to your teasing, his head was turned away from you so you could see the flush that coated his cheeks and ears. you silently observed the way his chest rose and fell erratically, feeling proud of yourself.

but you weren't done, in fact, you were nowhere near done.

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jabberwockprince · 5 months

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modern otome games dont do it for me anymore bc even though some of them let you pick pronouns/gender, theyre still heavily written for women (which is fair, its OTOME game for a reason, i stopped being their target demographic years ago) who specifically love to be dominated and/or degrated to different degrees, most of the time being seduced/whisked away lowkey against their will, which leads me to believe modern otome are the equivalent of those books for sexually repressed wives

#thinking abt the old otome i used to play #that was the wildest fucking scenarios ever #like #oh yeah youre the sultan's new adopted daughter #you can now bang his other adopted sons. who are extremely hot and into you #or hey. youre cinderella #straight up cinderella. pick a prince to marry and avoid some royal scandal and dabble in the world of politics #to avoid waging war against the other kingdoms #or hey. you had a car accident years ago and the ptsd makes you unable to sleep at night #its been like 10 years so your bestie recommends you hire a sleeping boyfriend who just helps you sleep #so its some guy counting sheep to you and finding out about your repressed trauma and coping mechanisms and helping you thru it #or hey #a star fell from the sky #thats a guy! he says hes your boyfriend!#the gods sent him to learn to be human so he doesn't become a shitty god when he grows up #OR NEKOMIMIS AVOID BEING HUNT DOWN BY POACHERS AND HIDE IN YOUR HOUSE #like theyre all wild but softer than whatever is happening nowadays #like with what in hell is bad. or obey me. or all those other specific demon otomes #like. there was one abt dating the reaper. an angel. or a demon. and in their routes theyre saving you from the other two #but you genuinely got to know them to such a personal degree it stopped being an otome at points like #what do you mean the reaper has abandoned the concept of friendship bc everything he touches dies #so hes torn between killing you to continue this cycle or saving you to prove hes more than a bringer of death #now its just #horny.... or the MC is useless.......

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gifti3 · 6 months

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Okay but actually how long does this line stick?

#i could be wrong but i feel like it dies off after s2 tops #obey me leviathan #levi doesn't dabble in his sin like that #at least in more recent stuff

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darlingyurio · 2 years

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hi so obey me as she ra what could go wrong they said

Levi: you have an arrow that turns into a magnifying glass??

Solomon: yeah

Levi: i cant believe we were losing to u guys

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Mammon: are you still getting those visions

Levi: yes i keep having this horrible vision of a blonde girl who thinks shes better than everyone barging into my room all day, oh wait 😐

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Asmo: what do i do??

Satan: oh youre askjng me for help?? bow is usually the friendship stuff guy and im usually the PUNCH YOUR FEELINGS OUT guy but um okay maybe if you try

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Mammon: did you seriously just hang up on me??

Levi: yes but just bc we were running from the horde and now were hiding from the horde ALSO THE HORDE HAS MARAS SHIP.

Beel: sob

Levi: SORRY.......

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Satan: we cant make more weapons because we dont have more materials and there is no file on where to get more I KNOW YOURE TRYING TO SABOTAGE ME WHERES THE MISSING FILE

Belphie: the substance you seek comes from right here in the fright zone...............

Satan: ............fine

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Satan: those who dare think wrongly of you are nuisances and

Mc: thanks i like being friends with you too

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Lucifer: i am going to kill your friends

Mammon: please dont

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Luke: im not saying i dont understand the plan but i dont understand the plan

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Levi: hey do you even know how to use a whip

Lucifer: it cant be hard if this guy figured it out

Levi: yeah i was thinking you could say some catch phrase too like uh WHIP

Lucifer: scorpia im not gonna say whip when i use the whip no one does that

now gn bffs

#obey me #obey me asmodeus #obey me beelzebub #obey me belphie #obey me leviathan #obey me mammon #obey me satan #obey me lucifer #obey me brothers #obey me luke #obey me mc #obey me solomon #she ra spop #dabble #obey me shall we date

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crystalflygeo · 7 months

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Mark of an Archon ft. Venti / Zhongli / Ei / Focalors / Nahida / Neuvillette + gn!reader

cw/tags: Mostly suggestive but nsfw in some parts (mostly Zhongli, Neuvillette) marking, kissing.

notes: Alright so... this is different from anything I've written before but I got inspired by the concept of the elemental symbols used as marks by the Archons to denote those important to them. Just short fluffy little dabbles I guess, first time writing everyone except the dragon men heh. I tried REALLY HARD to keep this gender neutral and be inclusive in descriptions but regardless, reader bottoms lmao. Hope y'all like it. (Y'all will NEVER guess where did I get the inspiration for all the marks' placements hehe) Edit: Y'all I have never played obey me WHEEZE the marks placement actually comes from a very old magical girl anime I loved as a kid XDDDD (except geo, it was on the belly button but-//hit)

It is said that the Archons place a mark on the body of their loved ones. A symbol of protection, perhaps of “ownership”, imbued with their elemental energy. Legends has it that they remain mostly invisible to the naked eye, glowing brightly only when the Archon in question touches it, but leaving behind a distinctive trace able to be identified with elemental sight.

However, none of this has been proven at all, and remains mostly as a fantastic tale, just a rumor…

Or is it?

-Barbatos

Venti’s mark rests between your shoulder blades, the small Anemo sigil emulating tiny wings in the most appropriate of places. It makes him fond of calling you his “angel”, though, you know it cannot compare to his own real wings... it makes your heart flutter nonetheless.

It remains mostly covered, and yet without fail, Venti’s hand would always gently rest on it before his hand slides over to your shoulder or waist. At this point the touch soothes you and you’ve come to expect it every time you enter Angel’s share and bright Aqua eyes land on you.

In the dark of night, those precious moments of closeness and passion among the bedsheets, Venti’s nimble fingers, calloused by the Lyre and the bow alike, trail along your spine and stop at the mark, before he leans in and places a kiss on it.

For the God of Freedom to brand someone like this… it would seem as a contradiction, but you know it to be his blessing, his vow to you and your love. As his lips go up to your shoulder and his hands slide down to your waist, sneaking between your legs, he closes his eyes and hums a soft tune.

-Morax

The Geo mark is found on a rather unusual place, and to tell the truth, it even embarrassed you a little at first. The golden diamond placed just below your navel, partially hidden by the line of your underwear. When asked about it, Zhongli simply murmured something about dragon mating, fertility or virility… his cheeks dusted red.

You admit though, that once you get used to it, you do find yourself idly tracing it from time to time. Sometimes it seems to glow softly, or feel warm, perhaps responding to the Archon when he thumbs gently at it, contrasting and comparing with his own blackened arms, etched with veins of gold. Amber eyes staring up at you with love and desire as he places a kiss on it making you shiver.

Zhongli constantly wants to mark you more, in all sorts of ways. Drape you in silks and cover you in gemstones and gold. Leave bite marks along your skin. Douse you in his scent. It appeases his draconic instincts. But nothing compares to that little geo sigil, a personal indisputable claim, tattooed on your skin.

In a way, the mark could be taken as the God of Contracts’ signature and an unbreakable oath to you, his mate. It makes the dragon purr as he rolls his hips into yours, sinking deep inside you and making you whine as his palm presses against it.

-Beelzebul

Right at the center of your collarbone, like a pendant held by an invisible necklace, that is where the Electro mark was placed by Ei. Sometimes it’s a real shame it can’t be seen normally by humans, it would make for a pretty nice tattoo…

It’s not like the Electro sigil is rare to see anyway, quite the contrary, a rather popular choice and common sight all over Inazuma with deep cultural and religious meanings alike honoring Her Excellency. But one look from a youkai or one of the mikos at Narukami shrine and you know this is different.

Ei could act aloof and have a hard time expressing or understanding feelings, but the way she looks at you as she straddles you… dark violet hair cascading down her back and sides, hands roaming your chest and settling at your shoulders. She pins you there under her intense purple gaze and then bends forward to kiss at the sigil before moving to your lips.

The Goddess of Eternity considers her choices deeply and rarely ever goes back on her word or breaks a promise, and that is what she bestows upon you with her mark, a promise. Of love, of respect, of loyalty. Who would’ve thought the Electro Archon could be so… passionate?

-Focalors

You couldn’t believe just where Lady Furina had placed a pretty, blue, Hydro symbol on your skin. When asked about it she’d just giggled and said everything had a reason when it came to divine marks such as these… then proceeded to not explain at all. But seriously, your inner thigh?!

You could only sigh but smile softly at her antics as she laid across the couch, head rested in your lap, taking a nap by using your thighs as pillow, or demanding to be fed more sweets and sputtering indignantly when you poke at her nose or cheek instead, blushing.

She often drives you insane, paying special attention to the hydro marking with kisses and nibbles when you need her lips to go just a little more to the side… but oh, how she enjoyed teasing and riling you up. Mismatched blue eyes blinking coyly under thick eyelashes.

This is Lady Furina’s pledge to you, her word of honor as the Goddess of Justice, to love and cherish you no matter what. For despite her innocent act, she is guilty of having fallen for you.

-Bonus: Buer (Platonic)

Many people underestimate and doubt Nahida. A grave sin, in your opinion. When she places her mark of Dendro softly in your forehead, you feel nothing but pride, willing to follow and defend her and her teachings, for it is an honor to be her acolyte.

You see her wisdom in her actions, in the contemplating looks at her beloved city and people, in the way she always tries to solve problems and learn from difficulties, in her kindness, gentleness and little smiles. You see her love in the way she helps the elderly and soothes the children, in the candied ajilenakh nuts she shares with everyone, in the sparkle of her unique green eyes.

Like any other Archon, her nation and all its inhabitants are like her children. Despite her preferred appearance, the way she holds your hand as she guides you along and brushes at your hair gently with comforting words and praise feel more akin to a mother.

Just as you trust her, she trusts you, that is the covenant her sigil represents. And in the eyes of the Goddess of Wisdom, one day you’ll reach the sky and stars above.

-Bonus II: Hydro Dragon Sovereign

You stare at the sigil in the palm of your hand. An ancient symbol of power, no doubt, but with a meaning long since lost to time and shrouded in mystery. Yet, its significance is crystal clear to you: “I am yours as you are mine.”

The way the Iudex would always, without fail, hold your hand gently and kiss your palm instead of the back of it as it was traditional would no doubt confuse some people, but it makes your heart skip a beat. This special connection, the knowing look from those gorgeous lavender eyes and the hidden smile pressed against your skin…

Your back arches with a moan as Neuvillette ruts softly into you, slow and reverent, peppering kisses and nuzzling at your neck. His hand takes a hold of yours, fingers intertwining and you shiver as the marking in your palm seems to react. Your grip his hand tighter, canting your hips as well and surrounding him with your legs, asking for more, more, more-

It’s unknown if one day his kind will return to power, just as it’s impossible to predict the flow of the elements and the energy in leylines or just what the future will bring. But for Neuvillette, having you by his side feels like the most refreshing spring water and makes life that much sweeter.

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MISUNDERSTANDING

— the mafia series

PAIRING: nishimura riki x fem!reader

SUMMARY: you were never curious about people's lives but ni-ki's one has you intrigued. why weren't the teachers scolding him? getting mad at him for leaving in the middle class. it was just weird. that is until you find the very reason as to why the teachers were not doing anything. one thing led to another and somehow, you were roped into this mess.

WARNING: blood mentioned, fights and mafia, stabbing. if you remember the dark blood fight scene with sunghoon and ni-ki, you can imagine that but way more gory and also actually stabbing the person with an actual katana (not to sunghoon though, but to an actual bad guy)

WORD COUNT: 9.3K (I BEAT JAKE'S ONE?? WTH)

NOTE: lord have mercy, this took too much procrastination, sweat and tears to do finish this. like no joke. plus with the edition of me either forgetting to do it or me just having no mood to write. I FUCKING FINISHED IT!!! BE PROUD OF ME 🫵🏼🫵🏼🫵🏼🫵🏼

ONE

being a kid exposed to crimes at a young age wasn’t a peculiar thing. however, it was the life of a young boy who went by ni-ki. you see, ni-ki was one of the seven successful young billionaires in the world. his family name was already plastered to every billboard. the Nishimura Cooperation, they were one of the pillars to korea’s and japan’s success. any normal person would just look at them and acknowledge their power but what they didn’t know was…how did they get their power?

the nishimura family built their entire empire by doing dirty work which led to a huge money income. they bought their way up to the top and managed to gain countless of loyal followers. Eventually collaborating with the Park Corp. which was jay’s family company. Many were surprised to see that ni-ki was dabbling in a little of his family business because at the age of 18, nobody would willingly want to participate in business. The Nishimura Corp was mainly stationed in Japan so ni-ki handled the work done in Korea since he was already here.

as usual, as a teenager, ni-ki would be in school. however, he never studied nor did he care about his scores. why should he when is already a millionaire/billionaire at 18? he could easily buy his way through the system but his parents didn’t allow him. they wanted their son to get his certificate the right way. the same way his 2 other sisters were going through in Japan. ni-ki could only obey his parents’ words, they knew what was best for him. which leads into the female protagonist of his life story, you being his classmate.

ni-ki was like any normal teen boy. angsty, hates school and a little jokester who is always on the verge of getting detention. you had never understood why the teachers never actually sent the boy to detention, it was…weird.

“(name) and ni-ki.” the teacher announces. there was this project that you had for an English class, something about literature and poetry. you had to find some classical romance novel that fits the criteria. which you didn’t fully understand. honestly, you never even liked English class, the teacher just rubs you the wrong way. either way, ni-ki was now your project partner. you were already plotting different ways to approach him and actually get him to do his work. you weren’t oblivious to the fact that ni-ki rarely ever participates in school work.

“hi, we have to do a project together.” you timidly say after you approached him. The boy before you looked bored, seems like he doesn’t fancy English class too.

ni-ki sighs, “yeah, listen. I don’t really like English class so we should get this stupid project done and over with. i also have other important things to do.”

well, at least he was honest. you hummed at his words, “seems like we have something in common. let’s get this project done quickly then let’s meet in the library at 3pm?”

ni-ki shrugs, “alright then. if i’m late, don’t bother waiting for me. I have a pretty busy schedule and life so school and this project is the least of my worries.”

“no problem, just let me know if you can participate in this project. If you can't, I'll just do it by myself and slap your name somewhere on the paper.” you say. ni-ki tilts his head but he didn’t protest your suggestion.

“that will be great. Now, I need to run some errands.” he leaves the classroom, the teacher not even bothering to even ask where he was going. clearly, they were too used to him leaving the class in the middle of nowhere or maybe they knew something you didn’t.

“he is weird…” you mutter under your breath.

as expected, ni-ki did not show up at the library. you sighed and just continued working on the project. you weren’t exactly surprised he wouldn’t show up but you still hope he’d at least have some manners and actually show up. It was 5pm, you were finishing up on your part of the project. You still had to do his part and then come up with a short little poem because your teacher wanted to make it more sentimental or whatever she wanted.

ni-ki shows up, busted and bruised up. his hair was dishevelled, blood at the corner of his lips, he looked rough. something an 18 year old boy shouldn’t be having, you confused. just as he draws nearer, you notice there was a cut on his cheeks, small drips of blood slowly falling down. you gasp.

“sorry, had some business to attend to.” he says sheepishly.

“this is your business to attend to? why are you so bloodied and bruised up? who did you have a fight with?”

“just some group.” he shrugs. “don’t worry, my older friends were there to help me out. well, it’s not like they really helped.” he mutters the last part.

“uh, well this can’t be some sort of tiny thing. you’re bleeding.”

he reaches to touch his cheek and swipes the blood away. he winces a little and shrugs, “nothing too bad. been through worse. anyways, what’s the part I have to do? feeling a little bad if I don’t help you out a little at least.” you sighed when you noticed the blood he swiped away continued to flow.

“come here.” he tilts his head at your words but still goes over to you.

you made him sit next to you and you took out some antiseptic from your bag. you had one because you usually volunteered at the orphanage and the kids there played quite rough.

“this might sting a little.” you told ni-ki. he sighs and just lets you do whatever it is. you wiped the blood with a wet tissue and then placed the antiseptic on the cut. ni-ki winces.

“while i am curious as to how you got this since it looks like you had a huge fight, I’ll keep my mouth shut.” you placed a bandage on the cut. “there it’s better now. here take this and wipe the other blood that’s dried up on your face.”

ni-ki thanked you quietly. he quickly wipes the blood that you had previously pointed at. “so which part am I supposed to do? also, didn’t the teacher say we have to do a romance novel?” he grimaces at the thought of having to read a romance novel. he was never a fan of romantic things. Sure, he liked cheesy things like matching clothes or matching items but he was too single for that (and still young).

“yeah, it’s some romance novel. from the synopsis, i can tell it’s really similar to ‘Twilight’.” you could hear ni-ki sighing.

“so some vampire romantic novel thing?”

“basically. have you watched ‘Twilight’?”

“no. i don’t have time for movies or series or dramas. i have a busy schedule.”

“sounds…boring but i understand if you have a job and it’s more important than watching a basic show.”

“i-” ni-ki sighs. “we can watch it. well, i can watch it on my own and then read the novel the teacher suggested us to read.”

“alright, we can split it and then summarise the novel with our own thoughts. makes it more sentimental.”

ni-ki nods, “uhh send me a link to the ‘Twilight’ story or something.”

“i don’t have your number.”

ni-ki holds his hand out and you gave him your phone. he quickly types in his number and sends a text.

“there, now i need to go. i have work.” ni-ki doesn’t even bother to wait until you uttered a word, he just leaves. you huffed and looked down at your laptop. maybe you should just stay and complete some work.

TWO

ni-ki entered the Decelis Resort and clicked on the elevator button to the top floor. he was met with his 6 other older friends. each of them huffing and sighing, it seems like they found out something.

“uh, what’s wrong?”

“this.” jungwon shows off the screen on their database. a warning which was basically telling jake about his brother. ni-ki tilts his head.

“isn’t your brother dead a long time ago, hyung?” ni-ki asks jake.

“yeah.” nabi says. her arms were wrapped around jake as she comforts him. right, he forgot they got together already and they aren’t blindly being stupid and not confessing to each other (read: please save ni-ki, he already witnessed two of his hyungs kissing their girlfriend/wife).

ni-ki scrunches his face at the affection that jake’s girlfriend was giving him. just as he looks to look over in the other direction, he witnesses heeseung giving his wife heart eyes. ni-ki has had enough of it, he rolls his eyes.

“why did you call me in, i had a project to do with my partner.” he says.

“oooo project with a partner, who is this partner. is it a girl~” sunghoon teases. ah, the ever so annoying thing sunghoon loved to do with ni-ki, tease him. sunghoon should be thankful that ni-ki could hold back his anger. or else, ni-ki would’ve initiated a war crime on him.

“none.” ni-ki simply says. he folds his arm.

“none what?” sunghoon tilts his head, slightly confused at the short answer.

“none of your business.” ni-ki fires back. sunghoon clenches his jaw and gets ready to swing when jay holds him back. sunghoon practically hisses like a cat as he scrambles to get out of jay’s grip.

“okay okay. calm down.” heeseung claps his hand to get their attention. “we called you back here because while jungwon and jake fix the database, you, sunghoon, jay and sunoo are going out to find the target.”

“old school style?” sunoo asks.

“yeah. since our database is fucked up right now.”

“so…how are we going to do that without the database?” sunghoon asks.

“stakeout. you guys should know what he looks like after i send the photo of him. sunoo and jay will be in charge of ground level. ni-ki and sunghoon take high ground.” heeseung explains.

“what about you, hyung?” jay says.

heeseung turns to look over at his wife and the older boys instantly knew. ni-ki was still clueless until he realised…

“OH MY GOD EWWWW. can’t you leave the baby making for another time? we are literally on a mission.” ni-ki fake gags.

“you guys are on a mission. i can stay back.” heeseung reasons.

“you can fight too, hyung??”

“yeah, no. I wanna stick with my wife, thank you very much.”

“whatever, let’s just start this mission. I’ll just take charge as usual.” jungwon says.

THREE

ni-ki and sunghoon stayed up above while jay and sunoo stuck below. each of them had their own disguises since they were going in old school style. even if it sounded ridiculous but at least nobody would know it’s them.

“you guys going in now?” sunghoon asks.

“yeah, me and sunoo are going in separately to avoid any suspicions.”

“jake hyung says that they are working on getting the app online. if we find the guy without the app then we just strike and kidnap.” sunoo says.

“hyungs, you two are the only ones who have eyes inside. let us know if you need more help, me and sunghoon hyung will come down and help you.” ni-ki says.

“mmm, will do. you guys watch out from upstairs if the client left the building.” jay says.

“got it.”

both ni-ki and sunghoon watched from above the building. what they didn’t expect was for someone to come up behind them and shove them off the side. ni-ki grabbed sunghoon and pushed him closer towards the side of the building’s wall so that sunghoon could catch himself. ni-ki grabs his grappling hook and throws it so sunghoon can catch it. Both of them were eventually ‘safe’ on the side of the building.

“shit, they’re onto us.” sunghoon curses. “you good, ni-ki?”

“yeah, sure. dangling about 656 ft above the ground is totally fine, hyung.” ni-ki sarcastically says. sunghoon rolls his eyes.

“i can just let go of the rope and let you fall, you know?”

“you wouldn’t, hyung. you love me too much in a brotherly way.” ni-ki says.

sunghoon sighs, “yeah whatever.”

“we should find a way back up. those assholes decided to shove us off.” ni-ki says.

“yeah, we should.”

sunghoon taps on his spy earpiece, “heads up guys, I think they’re onto to us. Me and ni-ki just got shoved off the rooftop.”

“so you guys are just dangling at the side of the building?” jay asks.

“yeah, we need to clear the way. sunoo, could you find a way to floor 76? we’re currently dangling beside one of those hotel rooms on that floor. i think someone is occupying this room though.” sunghoon says.

“don’t worry, i’m on my way right now. they don’t call me sneaky sunoo for no reason.”

“nobody calls you that, hyung.”

“shut up, ni-ki.”

“i’ll keep a look out for the mafia leader. he’s probably in the party they have in the small casino of the hotel.” jay says.

“alright, seems like this is the plan we have for now. we’ll meet up after sunoo saves us.” sunghoon adds.

“roger.”

the wind blew onto their hair, ni-ki sighs.

“is it too late to tell my project partner that i won’t be coming to school tomorrow.” ni-ki asks.

“you’re still worried about your project?! we’re dangling off the side of like one of the tallest skyscrapers right now and you’re worried about that?!” sunghoon says as he is bewildered by ni-ki’s words.

“well, i’m still a high school student. i don’t want to fail my classes.”

“when have you ever cared about school.” sunghoon deadpans. ni-ki was about to counter but ultimately shut his mouth.

“you’re right. i hate school.” ni-ki huffs.

“no no wait. we’re not stopping there, tell me why are you suddenly thinking about this? is this about your project partner? because this is my first time hearing you actually want to go to school.”

“no.” ni-ki simply replies.

“don’t just say ‘no’. there is something more to that. are you falling for your project partner?”

“you’re crazy, why would i fall for my project partner. i’m only a high school senior, i’m too young to be falling in love. i’d rather focus on our mission than her.”

“ah, so it’s a her.” sunghoon egged further. though ni-ki couldn’t see sunghoon face, he knew the older was smirking at him, seemingly amused that ni-ki was actually showing some slight unknown feelings.

“the teacher assigned us together, we’re forced to do it. it’s not like i wanted to do this project with her.”

“okay but is this girl at least cute to you?”

“hyung, can we not talk about this?”

“no no. we have time. there are at least 10 rooms on this floor, sunoo will take a long time. tell me if this girl is your type.”

“i am not telling you and also, i don’t have a type.” ni-ki grumbles.

“so, it’s a yes?”

“i’m just talking to her because i am forced to.”

“does she intrigue you in any way?”

“hyung-”

“yo, i am here to save the day.” sunoo opens up the window just enough so that sunghoon and ni-ki could slid through.

both sunghoon and ni-ki climbed through the window quietly.

“how did you get inside the room?” sunghoon whispers.

“simple, the room was occupied by some girls so i just used my sunoo charms and boom they let me in. i told them i’ll be back soon but i’m gonna bolt out of this room after grabbing you guys.”

“the girls don’t appeal to you?”

“oh no, they are just…how do i put this in a nicer term?” sunoo thinks for a split second, “they are way older than me, about 40 years old?”

“ayo?” ni-ki says.

“anyways, we need to get out of here chop chop. i was informed that the system and database is back so we don’t need to stakeout. we can just find and capture the guy with a simple call for backup.” sunoo says.

“great. now, let’s get out of here.”

sunghoon, sunoo and ni-ki snuck out of the hotel room and went to find jay. jay gestures for them to come closer and they went over to him.

he nudges his head to point where the guy stood, “our target is being surrounded by some other innocent people and his bodyguards. we need to find a way to bring them around and away from these people.”

“did you call for backup?” sunghoon asks.

“yeah, they are on the way now. they’ll just clean up whatever mess we’ve done.” jay explains.

“hey umm, guys.” jake says.

“what’s wrong?” sunghoon asks.

“we can see from the security cameras some bodyguards walking to the casino hall. jungwon had eavesdropped into their convo from their walkie talkie. it seems like they’re going to report about sunghoon and ni-ki.”

“shit, we really need to take them down. jay, how about you proceed with sunoo and play a round with our target while me and ni-ki take down those guards.”

“yeah, that works.” jay says.

“perfect, we’ll watch over the security cameras. we’ll report if there is anything else. jay, your men are about 10 minutes away from the location, they’ll come closer after the deal is done.” jake says.

“got it.”

“so? can we go now?” ni-ki asks.

“yeah, let’s go.” sunghoon says.

about 1 hour later, they managed to kick down their bodyguards with no suspicions from other bypassers. both ni-ki and sunghoon locked their unconscious bodies inside the bathroom stall and went to find jay and sunoo. jay flips the coin and it lands on heads, he smirks. he cracks his knuckles and neck.

“showtime.” he mutters.

chaos quickly ensues. everyone was running out of the casino, jay flips his gun and shoots. sunoo slides towards the entrance of the casino and allows all the innocent people out before cooly shutting the doors for all the bad guys. he puts his hands up once he turns around when the henchmen were holding up their guns at him.

“ehem, i suppose you guys have me cornered.” he innocently says. “i suggest you turn around though.” he smirks.

before the henchmen could even turn around, their necks were snapped and they fell to the ground. sunghoon and ni-ki managed to run in time just to help them fight off with jay’s men. ni-ki corners their target in one spot.

“hand over what we want and we’ll let you free.”

the guy laughs maniacally and ni-ki laughs along with him, “no.”

ni-ki stops laughing, “okay then.” with one simple shot, the guy falls to the ground, blood surrounding him. sunghoon winces.

“i can never get over this scene. you’re so brutal and direct with it like no hesitation. at least jay waits for the guy to say something.”

“we don’t wait for people like him and besides, what good is he going to bring us when all he has done is sell personal information, drugs and solicit women.” ni-ki says.

“ni-ki is right though.” jay shrugs. he turns to his men, “anyways, let’s clean this up before police get here. which should be in 15 minutes.”

“10 minutes.” jake corrects them.

“okay thanks.” jay says.

jay pats one of his men's backs, “there isn’t much people this time so it should be easier.”

“there are a few unconscious people in the bathroom. maybe we can use them and turn them into our men.” sunghoon suggests.

“good idea, you heard sunghoon.” jay says. jay’s men nod, they get to work and went to clean up everything while sunghoon, jay, sunoo and ni-ki went back to the Decelis Resort.

FOUR

ni-ki went to school the next day after not getting much sleep. he was barely awake during the whole class, almost dozing off. it’s not like the teachers cared anyways. well, except for you. you had whacked the table to get ni-ki to wake up. he groans and wakes up.

“nishimura, we need to finish up the last bit of the project.”

“do we have to? i’m tired.”

“yes, we do.”

he sighs, “fine but can we do it after school?”

“we have consultations with the teacher right now and we barely have any work done other than my part.” you told ni-ki.

ni-ki deadpans. “and? look, i barely got any sleep last night due to some things in my life and i want to sleep right now.”

ni-ki almost looked too pitiful, you could see the dark circles under his eyes. the way his eyes were slowly about to shut. the slow blinking. which made you feel bad and so you sighed.

“fine, just sleep. i’ll find a way to cover you from the teacher if he asks.” you say.

ni-ki tilts his head. he was surprised to even hear that you’d cover for him. it’s not like the teacher cared so why did you care? either ways, at least he could sleep so he lays his head onto the desk and falls asleep. you sighed and turned away from looking at him. you still had to do something with the project hence you just continued to work on it without him.

about 2 hours later, the class ends. something was off, really eerie. you had went to the bathroom because you know, you had some business to attend to. you were about to turn the corner to the classroom when all of a sudden, someone bumped into you. you apologise but something was weird about them. they didn’t look like a high school student so why were they here?

ni-ki spots this and so he runs over and grabs your wrist. he doesn’t even mention anything, just grabs your wrist and walks. it leaves you confused as to who that guy was. ni-ki turns the corner and stops.

“get to class,” he says.

“umm, who was that?”

“just get to class. i need to settle something. don’t leave and make sure everyone stays inside.” he warns.

“okay?” you say a little confused. ni-ki grabs your shoulder and turns you around before pushing you a little to direct you to go inside the class. he runs off after. you were still confused.

after school, you still hadn’t seen ni-ki and so you were a little worried. of course, any sane person would be worried for their classmate after they disappeared without a trace. which led to you looking for him. not a very smart idea but what could an 18 year old boy do? he may or not be strong enough to fight some people.

there was an alleyway behind the school. dark and scary. you had to pass by it every time you went home. maybe, they were hurting him behind there. it was possible. you had turned to the corner and ducked behind the wall. there ni-ki was with a foot on top of the guy, it seemed like he was on the phone with someone.

“hyung, can you get here quick? this guy called for some backup.” ni-ki sighs. “you want me to settle with possibly 10 more men coming over? wow, for once you aren’t doubting my skills? i’m surprised.”

“no seriously though, find out why they went to find me at my school. this place is filled with innocent people and it would not be great for them to be caught in the middle.”

“no, the guy is knocked out. may want to interview him or something. he seems like he knows some useful info.” he pauses. “i am not carrying him, i’ll look too suspicious and besides, i have a project to work on with my partner.”

your heart races as you hear his words. wait. that makes no sense, you can’t like ni-ki. you shook your head. it was probably just the adrenaline, there were other things that were more important. who was ni-ki calling and why did he sound like he was on some creepy team. what do they call those people.

“what? obviously! we’re the mafia!” ni-ki says.

ah, right. the mafia. that thought flies over your head until you kept repeating it, you froze. ni-ki was part of the mafia? that explains the cuts and bruises he constantly has. why he rarely gets any sleep. why the teacher does not care. he was part of the mafia and the teachers knew about it. this new found knowledge changes your whole perspective of ni-ki. he was not weird, he was in fact a dangerous person who was living a very wild life.

“okay, get here quick.” ni-ki says before ending the call. you had ran away from there. your legs were dragging you somewhere where you had to process everything and maybe get your mind off it. how do you continue working on your project knowing your partner was part of the mafia?

you had finally sat down in the school library. you were trying to comprehend everything. all you knew was that you can’t let anyone know about this and ni-ki can’t know that you know about him. what if you get hunted down? or what if ni-ki tries to hurt you? you could feel a cold shiver run down your spine, your life may be mundane but there was no way this was real. it felt surreal, this was real life and not a spy movie.

there were footsteps approaching you, a deep voice followed by it.

“hey, we still have to complete our project. we should get it done and over with. i have about.” he checks his watch. “30 minutes or so to spend.”

“we don’t have to do it. if you’re busy, we can just text.” you say. ni-ki tilts his head, he grabs the chair in front of you and sits.

“why do you look so scared to talk to me?” his eyes narrowed. you visibly gulped.

“what do you mean? why would i be scared to talk to you.”

ni-ki didn’t believe you, he leans forward. your breath hitches. his face up close, a strand of his brown hair falling right on his face. he once again tilts his head. “tell me.”

you felt the air being knocked out of you. you can’t look at him in the eyes. your face was heating up, this wasn’t good. “no. i’m really fine.”

ni-ki cocks his eyebrows and clicks his tongue, “then you should have time to do this project. we wasted too much time already.” he finally sits back in his seat, leaving you to able to breathe. his phone rings and rolls his eyes, he doesn’t pick it up.

“so what do we have so far?” ni-ki says.

30 minutes turned into 4 hours where you were working on the project with ni-ki. he cooperated really easily. he does the research and everything you ask him to do with ease.

“nishimura riki.” an unfamiliar voice says. you had looked up a guy with silver hair was standing there.

“hyung, what are you doing here?” ni-ki says not bothering to look behind him as he continues to work on the project.

“we called you hundreds of times and you’re here in the fucking library doing school work?”

“it’s a project. it’s due soon.”

“last i heard, it was due in a week.”

“and? me and my partner haven’t done much.”

“oh my god, this is the first time you’re acting like this. is it because you like her?” the silver haired guy points over at you. you blushed. ni-ki looks up at you and then behind him.

“no. sunghoon hyung, you always assume it’s something else.”

“yeah but you hate school.”

“i’ll go back in a bit. just leave.”

the man named sunghoon glares at ni-ki and then looks over at you.

“you have to be careful, remember. they watch our every move.” sunghoon warns.

“yes, i know hyung.”

“i’ll wait in the parking lot. finish this up because we have somewhere to be.” sunghoon says before he walks away. ni-ki sighs.

“is he your guardian?”

“one of them. my parents live abroad, i have 6 other ‘brothers’ who take care of me.” ni-ki nonchalantly says.

“oh.” you would’ve said more but you didn’t want to mention ni-ki's secret life. it was scary.

“i’ll just complete this last part and then we’re done. i believe that’s what we have to do for the project.” you hummed at his words.

ni-ki does as he said he would, finish up the last part and then packs his stuff. he gets up and pauses. “get home safe.” he says before quickly leaving. your heart races.

FIVE

2 weeks passed by quickly. it was just like any typical day at school, lessons for the day and then walking back home. you had walked past that dark creepy alleyway when suddenly, a few people had grabbed you. you were struggling in their grasp, fighting your way out of their arms. you kicked and bit their hands, finally they let go and so you did what was best, you had bolted away from them.

you grabbed your phone and dialed for ni-ki. the phone rings and rings as you ran but he wasn’t picking up. frustrated tears fell down your face. you hated feeling helpless, you weren’t strong enough and these people were fully grown adults. you needed help. out of nowhere, someone grabs your wrist. it was sunghoon, he pulls you over to one of the stores at the side of the road and then went through the staff room before going through the back door.

a van was waiting there. sunghoon opens the door and pushes you inside, he shuts the door and the driver starts driving away. you were panting heavily, you were also sure you’d get a bruise on your legs from being pushed into the van. ni-ki pulls you up so you could sit down properly. he places a jacket on your lap to cover your legs since you were wearing your school skirt. he also unintentionally brings your face closer so he could further inspect you for any bruises on your face.

“are you really sure you don’t have feelings for her?” sunghoon says. ni-ki rolls his eyes before dropping his hands to his side.

“can’t i just be concerned for a classmate who literally got chased by some bad guys? any normal person wouldn’t have to go through this if they didn’t interact with us.”

“yeah, whatever but there is something laced under your actions. what normal guy will hold her face like that? you look like you’re going to kiss her.” sunghoon mentions.

ni-ki’s face was stone cold, he definitely did not like that statement.

“do you really have to say that? I’m seriously just showing concern for a classmate.” ni-ki deadpans. you were staring in between both sunghoon and ni-ki, you didn’t even notice the other guys that were staring at you in confusion.

“so, what are going to do now? it seems like those guys think ni-ki has a love interest which means it’s only going to get worse from here on out.” a blond hair guy comments.

ni-ki sighs, “we need a way to distract them, i am sure her parents are going to be targeted next.”

“my parents…they umm aren’t present in my life…” it went dead silent.

“well, that’s good at least. we don’t have to worry about more people getting hurt-” sunghoon gets whacked by a guy with blond streaks in his hair.

“do you have any sense of awareness? she’s only 18 with no parents and you are thankful we don’t have extra people to get hurt??” the guy with blond streaks in his hair comments.

“it’s alright. i don’t exactly remember my parents much. i was really young.”

“so you’ve been living with your grandparents or something?” the guy blond hair adds.

“yeah. pretty much my whole life- hey, wait how did you know?” you had pointed out.

“idiots.” the guy with blond streak mutters under his breath. he holds out his hand for you to shake. “i’m jay. that idiot over there is jake.” he points to sunghoon, “the other idiot is sunghoon. i’m sorry for their stupidity. they clearly don’t know how to empathise with people.”

“it’s alright.”

“we’re here.”

“oh, right. that’s sunoo.” jay pats sunoo’s shoulder. sunoo playfully rolls his eyes before turning to look at you.

he gives you a smile, “nice to meet you, ni-ki’s girlfriend.”

his words fluster you, you didn’t expect to be addressed like that.

ni-ki shoves sunoo. “could you not call her that? she could be uncomfortable for all you know.”

“she isn’t saying anything or looking too disgusted so it is true. she’s your girlfriend.” sunoo shrugs. ni-ki rolls his eyes as he finds sunoo’s judgement of yours and his relationship to be something completely untrue. sunoo snickers before putting up a straight face.

“annoying fucks.” the one with the cat-like eyes sighs. he holds out his hand for you to shake and you took it. “i’m jungwon. the leader of this little…” he looks towards the others and then back at you, “boy group.” he says, dragging out the last part.

“BOY GROUP!?! we aren’t those pretty fuckers who dance and sing.” sunghoon rolls his eyes. “if anything, i’m stronger than them. they probably can’t lift up a gun if they wanted to. scaredy cats.”

“jeez, what’s gotten you so spicy with the topic of ‘boy groups’.” jay says.

“probably cause they get more bitches screaming their names than he ever has.” jake shrugs.

“damn.” heeseung adds.

sunghoon could only sit there and huff.

“okay, that’s enough.” jungwon pinches the bridge of his nose. “sunghoon, you know how to make plans last minute, what should we do?”

“can’t think of anything right now. all the plans i have in my head involve abandoning her.” sunghoon points to you. ni-ki smacks his hand.

“we can’t leave her.”

“and why?”

“because there could be other ways.”

“like what?” sunghoon folds his arms. “how about you suggest other ways, nishimura.”

all eyes were on ni-ki before he sighs, “since they already think, (name) is my girlfriend. we can take advantage of that and find a way to actually infiltrate their base or at least find out who is responsible for all of this.”

“so…you wanna fake date…her.” jay points to you.

“i-” ni-ki could feel his face heat up. “if you put it that way, sure. i guess.” he looks away so you and the other boys don’t notice the colour of his face change.

“i thought you were the one who said that you didn’t want to you call her your girlfriend? what happened to that?” sunoo deadpans.

“it’s just for the mission.”

“uh huh, the mission…ni-ki you like her don’t you?”

“no. i don’t, i just-” he groans. “i’m only 18, i have never fallen for anyone. why are you expecting me to know what feelings are?”

“he is definitely in love.” jake declares.

“uh, guys…i’m still here.” you say.

just as you opened your mouth to utter another word, the driver stops and announces that they had arrived their destination. you had zero clue where they had brought you to. however, the exterior of the place amazes you. it was huge, beautiful chandeliers hanging from the ceiling. there were greenery all over the place.

“welcome to our hotel.” jay says.

“woah. you guys built this place?”

“instructed and led the project. we obviously aren’t made to construct the place because that isn’t our job but yeah, for the most part.”

“it’s pretty.” your eyes trailed around the exterior and beauty of the decor. ni-ki stares at you, you truly looked pretty whenever your eyes twinkled at things you really liked looking at. a smile creeps up but he holds himself back. he couldn’t let anyone see him like this.

“anyways, here are the card to your room.” jay hands you a card. “since the mobsters seem to think ni-ki is your boyfriend, you won’t be able to get home.”

“right but what do i do? i don’t have any of my clothes and other stuff. most of my textbooks are still at home.”

“oh don’t worry about that. i’ll get some people to grab your stuff and we’ll clear it so that you can stay in this hotel safely with our men around.” jay smiles.

you turned to look at the other boys and they didn’t make a single face.

“i get to stay here for free? that’s not possible right? i mean, staying at this luxurious hotel for free doesn’t seem exactly right.”

“you’re right. there is a catch.” jay gets close. ni-ki nearly reaches out to stop him but he stops himself. “help us out.”

“oh, umm. look, i don’t know much about your little scheme. i just know these people you work with just do shady stuff.”

“you’re right, we do shady stuff but it’s not all legal. just…maybe illegal to a certain extent. after all, we do help good people. we don’t kill people unless they’re bad. which is why, you’re safest in our hands.” jay explains.

“alright. what do i have to do?” jay points to ni-ki as soon as you’re done speaking.

“be his girlfriend.” jay simply says.

“WHAT?”

“HYUNG!” ni-ki says. he could feel his ears heating up.

“don’t pretend i didn’t see how jealous you got when i got close to her. plus, it’s for a greater cause. we can use her and bait out those people and then find their boss.”

“but jay hyung.”

“do the others agree with me?” jay asks. the others nodded.

“sorry ni-ki, we just have to use this method. for some odd reason, they wanna use this ‘weakness’ of you having a girlfriend so we can take advantage of that and find out who is behind this.” jungwon says.

ni-ki’s eyes met with yours before he turn to the other boys, “fine but (name) has to also agree. this plan won’t work if she disagrees, i am not forcing her.”

“wow, the ever so gentleman.” sunghoon rolls his eyes. “(name), what do you say?”

you looked in between the boys and ni-ki. there was honestly no other choice, you were already roped into their life and it would only be harder for you if you just disagree. “yeah, i’ll do it. i’ll be…ni-ki’s girlfriend.” you could feel the heat rush to your cheeks as quickly as possible after those words left your mouth.

“ayyy.” jake smacks ni-ki. “ni-ki’s first girlfriend. now lead her to her room, she doesn’t know the place as great as you.” he shoves ni-ki to you.

“you guys know the place as well as me, why do i have to do it?”

“because she’s your girlfriend now, so be a gentleman and do it. besides, you’ll get jealous if we send her to her room.” jake continues to tease ni-ki.

“very funny. i am not jealous.” ni-ki deadpans.

“yeah and i’m ugly.” jake says.

“you are.” ni-ki yells as he grabs your hand and brings you over to the elevator. you could hear jake yelling a string of curses to ni-ki but he only ignores it. he taps the card on the elevator and clicks on the floor. the elevator closes and you were now in a confined space with just ni-ki.

“we have to make our relationship believable to those bad guys.” he turns to meet your eyes. “any suggestions?”

“uh, why are you asking me? I don’t know anything about dating.”

“considering we worked together during the past project, I think you should know more about love than I do. you did finish your part quicker than me.” ni-ki explains.

“yeah but that doesn’t mean I know much about datin-”

“romance is part of dating so, you should know.”

“well, too bad I don’t.” you say. ni-ki sighs.

“fine, I guess I have to follow my hyungs method.” ni-ki walks closer to you and you can’t help but step back. he corners you in the elevator. “we have to make it believable so you better play your role well or else, we won’t be able to get information we need.”

you meekly nodded. ni-ki was towering over you and it couldn’t help but feel small and helpless. after all, who's to say ni-ki couldn’t just i don’t know take out a knife and stab you. then leave you dead in the elevator. finally, the elevator reaches the floor. ni-ki steps back and grabs onto your hand. he easily interlaces it and drags you over to your hotel room.

it was one of the executive lounges so there were only 2 per floor. Hence, ni-ki was assigned to the room that was nearby yours. he stops in front of the large double door.

“this is your room and since you have no clothes. I’ll just lend you some of mine until the hyungs grab your stuff from your house.” he points to the other door on the other side of the hallway. “that is my room. considering I stay here most of the times, that room is off-limits to other people from booking it. if you need anything, just go over. for now, go in and just rest up. i’ll bring my clothes to you so you change into them and not wear our school uniform.”

you nodded. ni-ki hands you the card to your room and he keeps the other card so he could go in easily and possibly protect you if anything happens. he quickly goes to his room to grab a shirt and sweatpants before coming back and handing them to you.

“we have some ball, party thing tomorrow night and so you’ll be going as my plus one. there are a bunch of big media people going there to create a publicity stunt. it will make this whole thing even more believable since you’re with me.”

“okay, what am i supposed to do in the day though.”

“as it’s the weekends, you can just stay here or around the hotel until the party. there is room service just make your order, you won’t need to pay for it.”

“oh-” you hesitated, “but like isn’t it too much…this hotel is fancy looking and high-end…i am sure the food is expensive too.”

he leans down to your height, “it’s free since you are my girlfriend. the staff at the front desk know you’re my girl. you don’t have to worry.”

you felt your face heat up. his girl. a sentence you thought you’d never hear ni-ki say to you. it almost sounded too real, however you knew this wasn’t real. you were only a victim and ni-ki was your protector.

“r-right, it’s late. have a goodnight!” you quickly swiped the card and bolted into your room. leaving the door to shut quite hard. ni-ki snickers.

‘how cute’ he thought. he catches himself and so he shakes off the thought. it was only for a little while, he can’t fall for you. after all, he was a dangerous guy. it would put your life at risk if there was ever anything going on between you and him. that thought kinda made him sad, he frowns before turning around and walking over to his own room.

SIX

at around, 6pm someone comes knocking at your door. you went to peek through the peephole and realised that it was just a hotel staff. you opened the door and they entered with a rack of clothing and a present.

“these are the clothes that Mr.Nishimura hand picked for you.” the staff points to the rack. they hand you the present. “Mr.Nishimura also prepared this for you and told you to wear it for tonight. We will have a makeup artist coming soon to help with the makeup and hair.”

you nodded and the staff left the room. you had opened up the box and pulled out the dress from inside. it falls down perfectly as you hold it up, a beautiful long black dress with ruffles that cuffs around your arm until it reaches just below your shoulder. it was beautiful and it was also paired with a masquerade mask to hide your identity at the ball. the makeup and hairstylist arrives and quickly does your hair and makeup. just as they spun you around to let you look at yourself in the mirror, you were in shock. that was not you. they had tied your hair up in a half up and half down, along with curling the ends in loose curls and even making your curtain bangs look nice.

the doorbell rings, the staff letting ni-ki in. he walks over to you and he pauses in his step when he sees you. you looked beautiful. his heart races, was this love? the boy was completely speechless.

“umm, how do i look?” you had asked ni-ki. his eyes scanned you from head to toe and you blushed under his gaze.

“beautiful. you look beautiful.” he mutters. “let’s go. the older guys are waiting for us. they’re also looking out for the bad guys. security is tight today so you don’t have to worry about getting harmed.”

you nod. “that’s good.” ni-ki holds out his hand for you to take and you do so. he intertwines your hand with his and brings you over to the ball.

just as you entered, cameras start flashing. most likely capturing every part of yours and ni-ki’s arrival because it was it big thing. another member of the Decelis Boys was taken. there were whispers, mumbles and gossips all over the ballroom but ni-ki paid no attention to it as you leads you to where the other boys were.

“nice, the media is going crazy ni-ki. you’ve done it.” jake says.

“now, they’ll probably attack later on so make sure to bring (name) somewhere safe.” jay adds. ni-ki nods.

“you can enjoy your little couple time now. just keep a watch out.” sunoo teases.

“hyung.” ni-ki says. sunoo laughs, he pats ni-ki’s back and the other went their separate way as they split up to cover the ballroom. ni-ki turns to you, “want something to eat? or drink?”

“umm, is there only wine here?”

“i suppose so. hmm, maybe we can eat some nacho chips. i’ll request the waiters to prepare some for us and of course some plain water.” you nod at ni-ki’s words. “I’ll be back in a short while. you’re okay with being alone for a bit right? i need to find the waiter.”

“i don’t mind.”

“that’s good. wait here.” you hummed once more at his words.

right as ni-ki left, someone comes up to you and strikes a conversation. it felt off though, definitely not right like something was about to happen. the guy smirks and hands you a drink that he apparently grabbed from the waiter that had passed by previously. you shook your head and politely rejected it since it was wine and you were still technically a minor here in Korea.

the rejection doesn’t sit well with this guy, he frowns and shoves the glass into your hands and tells you to drink it. thankfully, ni-ki came back on time and shoves the guy away.

“what are you doing to my girlfriend?” ni-ki’s deep voice resonates. the guy wasn’t fazed by it and so ni-ki grabs the glass in your hands before splashing it on the guy’s face. he turns to you and whispers, “run. get to the elevator and click on the penthouse button.” he hands you a card.

you do as he says and left the ballroom. ni-ki taps the bracelet on his wrist. it sends notifications to the other boys. jake and heeseung’s significant other quickly left the place too. jungwon smacks the button on the wall for emergencies. a siren blasts the whole room and it sends everyone in a frenzy. everyone except for the bad guys, ran towards the exit. they stayed and took out their guns, aiming at the boys.

jay and sunoo pulled out their guns and so the battle begins. the bad guys ran towards each of them, but the two boys ducked and shot twice without looking back. jay eyebrows furrowed, this certainly wasn’t going to be a simple fight like back at the hotel.

“they’re stronger now, it seems like whoever is behind this has finally start to slowly show their power and skills.” jay says. sunoo looks down at the weapons and outfit that the guys they shot wore.

“this person is definitely smart.”

“but not smart enough.”

“he could be toying with us, hyung. we need to watch out.” just as sunoo says so, someone tries to attack him. ni-ki slashes his katana right on the guy’s back, saving sunoo and jay. the body falls right beside them.

“i think they’re going to get up to the penthouse. me, sunghoon and jake are going up there. jay hyung, we need more people to get up here.”

“on it. i’ll get some backup.” jay runs off. sunoo nods at ni-ki before he goes to shoot more people. sunghoon, jake and ni-ki went up to the penthouse by a different and secret entrance. once they arrived, it was eerily quiet.

“this definitely does not feel right.” sunghoon says. suddenly, a loud shriek was heard. the 3 of them ran over, only to see you, nabi and eun crouched on the ground with 3 guys cornering the 3 of you.

you had made eye contact with ni-ki, fear evident in your eyes and it makes ni-ki mad. something switched inside him and all that was left was anger. the red vision covering his eyes. he spins his 2 katanas and charges forward easily slashing two of the people. the last guy tries to fight him but couldn’t as ni-ki easily stabs the guy right in the middle. the guy falls to the ground. jake and sunghoon the whole thing with their jaw dropped.

ni-ki turns back to them, the blood right all over his shirt and some on his face.

“guard the elevators and get more people here. check up with the others downstairs. we may need to move. they found our little hiding spot here. i’ll move the girls to the garage since they have no idea where it is.”

with not a single word uttered, jake and sunghoon quickly left. they’ve never seen this side of ni-ki before and honestly, it scared them quite a bit. after they left, ni-ki checks up on you. his eyes softened.

“are you okay?” he asks.

“yeah, just startled. i didn’t expect this to happen. i thought, i was going to die.” ni-ki pulls you into a hug.

“don’t worry, you have me. i’ll protect you…always.”

it was quite a romantic moment, even nabi and eun were shocked to hear this come out from ni-ki. they didn’t expect him to be so kind-hearted towards a girl. after pulling back from the hug, “we should get going.we don’t have much time before they send more people up here.”

ni-ki leads you, nabi and eun to the secret elevator which led to the garage. it was definitely safer around here and there even was backup. there was a loud slam to the door after the rest of the boys poured in. jake and heeseung ran up to their significant other and hugged them. there were small whispers of sorry’s amongst the both of them as they tried to calm down their girls.

“well, this resort is fucked. we have to move somewhere else.” jay says.

“we could move to this resort near the airport. whoever is charge most probably won’t know that we own it.” sunoo suggests.

“we should move there. if don’t move there now, the innocent people staying here will be hurt.” heeseung adds.

“that means we need to divert the attention of the reporters right now.”

“but what could we possibly use to divert their attention from?”

“i think we could use a distraction of love. like ni-ki and (name).” nabi says.

“but everyone already knows (name) is my girlfriend.”

“oh, no hesitation-” jay whacks sunghoon.

ni-ki wraps his arm around your waist, “yeah, no hesitation because she is my girlfriend.”

“holy shit.” jungwon’s jaw drops.

“i’ll give the reporters some scoop about mine and (name)’s relationship details.” ni-ki says.

“but we- aren’t we fake dating?” you looked up at him.

“not anymore.” he simply says.

you could feel your face warm up at ni-ki’s words.

“i’ll tell them that you’re mine and i like you a lot.” ni-ki says.

“damn, ni-ki with the rizz?” jake says.

jake and jungwon gets notified of the police cars and reporters driving to the resort.

“you have to get ready quickly, ni-ki change your clothes and then we need to delete their memories of the fight that happen and organise the place quickly. hurry!”

all of them had quickly done their parts. with one large bright flash of light in the resort, everyone forgets the fight that happened. jay’s men quickly cleans up the place and pretends to escort the affluent towards the hall as if nothing happened before. the place was lively again.

when the police and reporters arrived, it was strange. someone filed a report that there had been a gang trying to tear Decelis Resort apart but the police didn’t see anyone fleeing in terror. they tried to look for the very person who filed the report but when they did, the person seemed confused and didn’t know what they were talking about. they simply just brushed it off and left. of course, the reporters were more nosy then the police they had to figure out what was going on.

that is exactly when ni-ki and you walked towards them, giving them free information about your newfound relationship. the reporters left happily as they could use this huge scoop for their headlines. just as ni-ki got ready to leave with you to meet up with the others. someone taps his shoulder and hands him something.

“this fell out from somewhere i think that waiter over there dropped it. you should really discipline your staff from throwing litter on the ground.”

it was a strange object, something a waiter should not be harbouring.

“thank you for the feedback but mind your language when you’re speaking to one of the founders and this resort.” ni-ki’s tone was laced with venom. the guy nods.

he carefully makes his way to the garage again and hands the item to jake. it cracks open the moment jake touches it.

‘kinda pathetic to wipe their memories don’t you think? it’s a one in a lifetime for those elites to experience such a scare. they should think twice when pushing around people who aren’t rich.’ - a voice recorded message.

“whoever this is definitely doesn’t like rich people.”

“and they used a voice modulator. it’s not their voice. we should run a test at the other resort.” jungwon says.

“yeah, whoever this is…we have to find them. our families are in danger.” sunghoon says.

ni-ki turns to look at you, “are you coming with us?”

“of course, i have to but you have to teach me how to fight. i want to help you guys out. this person will probably take more precautions now.” ni-ki holds your hand and squeezes it.

“that means we will have to miss some of school.”

“is school really our priorities right now when we are being chased by some evil dude?”

“she makes it a point there.” jungwon says.

“alright, we’ll be a team. my girlfriend.” ni-ki shyly says.

this emits groans from the rest of them with how cheesy it was.

“we will, boyfriend.” you could only smile up at him.

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travelingmaster-inspirations · 3 months

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You're right... It's very... Pretty...

Yes... I see what you mean... It does pull my focus towards the center...

How fascinating...

Captivating...

It's so easy to... Look at...

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Is... Is it supposed to... Make my head... Tingle?

I mean... It feels pretty nice... But it's... Strange... Right?

Ok... I won't worry about it...

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I... feel... So... Relaxed...

So... Open...

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Deeper... Yes... I can... Feel it... Pull me deeper...

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My... Mind... Feels... So... Numb... Empty...

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It feels... So... Goooooddd....

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Yes... I'm... Listening...

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Yes... I'm deeply hypnotized...

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Of course... Makes sense... Hypnotized people obey...

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Yes... I'm... Deeply hypnotized... So... I obey...

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Yes... If I obey you...

It means... You are my Master...

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Yes... I obey my Master...

Because I am deeply hypnotized...

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Yes Master...

I won't remember... Being hypnotized..

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Yes Master...

I always want to be... Hypnotized by my Master...

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Yes Master...

I will always drop... In this obedient trance...

When ever you say... 'Pretty empty lights'...

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Yes Master...

With every trance... You're controls over me grows...

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Yes Master...

With every trance... My attraction to you grows...

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Yes Master...

Even awake... I trust you completely...

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*Blinks rapidly*

Wow... That was really pretty to look at! I didn't know you dabbled in GIF creation. You're pretty good at it too!

#beauties #mercedes blanche #hypnotized #caption #story idea

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hiddenonyx · 5 months

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(18+) Obey Me! Characters C*ck Warming Dabbles

Notes: haha c*ck warming, it's in the title. Each character has their one notes/warnings.

Word Count: ~5.6K | ~510 words per character

A/N: I'm not dead! Been working on this on and off for like a month and half. Lucifer's and Mammon's are bit awkward for it, but I think it's passable. Please do enjoy baby's attempt at smut. I tired to keep MC as gender neutral as possible, but there are one or two that are fem!mc :/

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Lucifer - Notes: gn!mc, the barest hint of sex

Lucifer rarely has the time to properly indulge himself in you. You sneak into his study one night, a soft beg on your lip, and sweet, sinful eyes piercing his soul, and Lucifer feels horrible telling you “not tonight”. There’s a big political meeting happening in a ten day and there’s so much paperwork that-

Seeing your gaze fall and your heart break, Lucifer sighs. Fine, he tells you. He’ll let you do one thing, but you have to promise to behave. And that’s how you end up sitting as still as you can on his lap, his hard cock buried deep within you. You’re truly dying now - you’ve been here for almost thirty minutes as Lucifer holds the small of your back, his free hand working away at his seemingly endless stack of paperwork.

Your body aches with desire and you squirm a little, desperate for any stimulation at all. Lucifer hisses through gritted teeth, his gripped on you tightens in warning, and you whine pitifully. He hushes you gently. Your gaze gently trails over his expression, and you realize that he’s not faring any better than you. Maybe if you misbehaved a little more he’d break and fuck you properly.

“Don’t.”

You whine as your idea is shut down before you even attempt it. “Lucifer~~” you whine, your voice broken. He sighs and tightens his grip on you again, his gloved hand digging into your skin hard. Another minute passes, and then, to your surprise, Lucifer sets his pen down. His now free hand joins the other before falling down to your hip.

“Alright, alright. Seeing as you've been so good…” His other hand drops to your hip and he raises your body up, dragging you until only the head of his cock remains inside, before slamming you down. The action feels so good after having to wait so long, you almost cum right then and there. “I suppose you deserve a reward..”

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Mammon - Notes: gn!mc, existing relationship, pet names

You should’ve suspected that the Avatar of Greed would be an insatiable boyfriend; Mammon cannot seem to get enough of you. He wants everything about, of and from you. And when you tell him “no” or “later”, he pouts and whines and sulks for the rest of the day. It’s as cute as it is annoying, and today is no different.

You’re sitting on the plush carpeted floor of your room, a pillow between you and the little tray that holds your textbooks, papers, and pens. You’re attempting to make a study guide for an upcoming test in Curses and Hexes, but Mammon is insistent in poking the fat of your thigh.

“C’mon! Ya can do that later,” you don’t even have to look at him to know he’s pouting. You pause and look at him, silently counting for a minute as you give Mammon a tired stare. He gives you a confused look, before opening his mouth to say something - something that you cut off as your gaze returns to your work.

“There. Now it’s “later”. Now let me work, okay puppy?” You hear him whine and he goes back to poking your thigh.

“W-what?! The hell was that?!” He huffs, “A-and don’t call me puppy, okay?”

You can feel a vein throb in your head as Mammon continues to poke at you. You’re starting to understand why Lucifer hangs him from the ceiling so often. You’re about to snap at him, when an idea crosses your mind. It’s devious and mean, but it’ll be a compromise; you’ll be able to get your work done and he’ll get your attention…and it’ll be a suitable punishment for him.

About ten minutes later, Mammon grunts softly, his arms straining to keep himself propped up in his sitting position to adhere to the pact command. You can feel his chest heaving in effort, though he’s trying hard to disguise it.

“T-treasure this…t-this is hardly f-fair,” his voice is ragged.

“Well maybe you should’ve thought about that. Actions have consequences, puppy.” You grind back into him, and he hisses in both pleasure and the strain of obeying the pact command of “stay still”. You roll your hips again, biting your bottom lip to stop yourself from moaning; thankful that your back is to Mammon so that he can’t see. He moans softly in response.

“T-treasure p-please-“

“Aw, does the Great Mammon not enjoy having his cock warmed?” You tease him, as your pen scratches a line of text onto your almost finished study guide. “Just a little longer puppy~.” You feel him twitch at the nickname and you fail to bite back the soft sigh that escapes you.

“N-not a dog,” he growls through gritted teeth. You scratch the last line on your guide before setting your pen down. You lean back into him a little with a soft mewl.

“Alright, you can move now baby. Mm, you can fuck me as hard as you want.”

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Levi - Notes: gn!mc, Levi being Levi

You passively press the button on the controller, reading the nearly absurd amount of dialogue as it flashes on screen. You lean forward a little, the story of the world dragging you in. Levi glances up from his manga as you shift on the floor and gives you a questioning look.

“There is no way you’re reading all that. Just spam through it; it’s so boring.”

You gently hit his leg with your free hand, your gaze never leaving the screen, “Shh.” You can almost feel him roll his eyes, as he relaxes more into the beanbag you’re sitting up against, “Just read your manga.”

A few more minutes pass in silence as you read your respective media. You hum every now again, the game’s world growing more and more interesting as you continue to read. You only hear the occasional page turning from Levi as he reads silently. You settle back against the beanbag, resting your head a little on Levi’s leg as you sigh. You feel him tense a little at the sudden physical contact, but to your surprise he doesn’t comment on it. A flicker of interest crosses your mind; normally Levi would comment on any kind of touch, even casual…

Your free hand gently brushes his leg, a little higher than where your head rests, in a fake stretch. You feel a little flinch, but again, no comment. Maybe he was really focused on his manga, or maybe, just maybe, Levi was finally starting to warm up to you. You wait a few seconds before you gently rest your hand against the side of his lower thigh, your fingers reaching up.

“W-what are you d-doing, n-normie?!” He flinches away, and moves a little to escape your grasp. You tilt your head up to meet his eyes, doing your best to hide your smirk at his blush.

“Nothing, just stretching. Why?” You smirk, “Were you hoping for something?” Levi, seeming to be full of surprises of today, blushes more, stumbles over his words, and looks away. It’s at the point you read the title of the manga that he’s been reading: “My Roommate Totally Wants to Fuck Me! (18+)”.

Oh. OH.

“Levi?” You can’t hide the smugness in your voice or the teasing note. “Are you reading smut?”

“N-NO! I-I-“

You sit up and turn around, setting the controller to the side and climbing onto his lap; poor Levi is redder than a hellspiced tomato. However despite his embarrassment and your teasing, he makes no move to escape or push you off.

You lean forward and whisper in his ear, “Why don’t you show me a few pages, hmm?” You purr and flick your tongue over his earlobe, listening to his breath catch, “Maybe I can recreate a few of them for you~”

Several minutes later, you’re sitting on top of Levi, his hard cock pulsing and twitching between your walls as you pepper his face with small kisses. He claws at you slightly, wanting to bury his face in your neck and hide from your attention.

“Levi~” your voice is smug and taunting as you let him hide from your kisses. “C’mon~ All you have to do is kiss me, and then I’m all yours.”

You feel him mumble something into your skin as he hides, thoroughly embarrassed by your teasing. Ah well. You don’t mind keeping his cock nice and warm until he works up the courage to kiss you.

—-

Satan - Notes: fem!mc, rough sex, magic

You whine and squirm in Satan’s hold, only to be rewarded with a harsh smack on your ass. You bite back your moan, your body desperate for anything that can provide stimulation.

“Thought I told you to stay still,” Satan growls lowly, the vibrations making your heart beat faster, “Don’t move again.” His command carries the weight of an unspoken punishment if disobeyed. Your body aches - you’ve been sitting on his cock for nearly twenty minutes now. You had come to him after finishing a particularly spicy novel, wanting some…attention. Satan, however, was in the middle of finishing his own book. He had promised you all the attention you could ever want if you waited for him to finish his book. But you wanted his attention then and there. So here you were, warming his dick as a compromise.

“How much longer?” Your voice is a pathetic whine. You have to fight back the urge to grind on him again.

“Ten pages,” he grunts in response. He’s trying to keep his face neutral, but you can see the cracks in his facade. He’s starting to struggle as well. You feel him twitch inside you, and you break. You grind against him, rather hard.

Satan growls right into your ear and you hear his book being snapped shut, “You bitch.” You hear the book fall to the floor and feel his hands harshly grab your waist.

“You want it right now? Fine. Have it!” His voice is dark and dripping with anger. A dark, twisted part of you sings at his voice, and hopes that he’ll fuck nice and rough. And it seems like that part will get its wish.

He lifts you up, till just the tip of his cock stays inside you before slamming you down. You scream in pleasured pain. He repeats the motion again again, setting a fast pace that barely leaves air in your lung. The rough pace hurts, but it feels so good. Satan pulls you a little closer, his breath tickling your ear.

“You wanted this, didn’t you? You wanted, urgh me to fuck you till you passed out, didn’t you?” He sucks in a trembling breath before biting your ear. One of his hands leaves your waist and finds your clit. He just barely brushes it and it sends white hot shocks into your gut. Satan pulls away from your ear and mumbles something in a language that you don’t understand. He touches your clit again, pressing his thumb tightly against it. However instead of feeling pleasure, a numbness seeps into your gut, dulling the pleasurable fire.

You whine, “S-Satan-“

“That’s your punishment. You’ll get to cum when I say you can.”

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Asmodeus - Notes: gn!mc/reader (tho implied afab), strap-on

“Aw, come now hun. Don’t hide your face~” Asmo coos at you, his warm hands brushing teasing, but soothing strokes along your side.

“This is embarrassing,” you mumble, your voice muffled by the arms covering your face. You feel him lean down and gently kiss your exposed wrist.

“And why is that love?” His voice is smooth and calming, still keeping that teasing note. But you can hear a concerned note underneath it, “Would it be better if you were on top?”

“I don’t know,” you whine a little, flustered and out of your element. You shiver a little as you feel warm lube drip onto your thigh.

“Would you like to stop dear?”

“No.” You tense a little as you feel him gently pull your arms away from your face. You blink a little as your eyes adjust to the moody light again. Sunset eyes take in your expression carefully, as though searching for anything unspoken. Asmo leans forward and kisses you; it’s a gentle kiss, one intended to soothe over your embarrassment. His hands guide your arms up, above your head. He intertwined his fingers with yours, effectively pinning your arms above you. He pulls away from this kiss, once again observing your face.

You glance down and swallow hard. Asmo’s legs are spread so prettily around yours, showing off not only his beautiful cock, but also where your strap-on disappears into him. There's an inch or so that he has yet to sink down on, and even from where you are, you see small drops of lube that’s leaked out of him. It’s obscene, dirty, unholy, but the absolute hottest thing you’ve ever seen. You whine again and look away.

Asmo, having watched where your eyes fell, giggles, and out of the corner of your eyes, you see him move a little. He moans a little, “Ahaha~ Is that it? Are you embarrassed that I’m warming your cock, hmm?”

You groan and squeeze your eyes shut, “Asmo s-stop.” You feel his skin brush the inside of your thighs, signaling that he’s moved again. He moans and you hear a soft “squealsh” from the lube.

“Aw, why? I like warming your cock. Mm, it makes me feel so good.”

You feel his breath against your face and you open your eyes again. Lust dark eyes meet yours for a split second and then Asmo’s kissing you again. You feel his thighs rub your’s - he’s grinding on you. A soft moan leaves your lips as you feel your skin grow sticky with lube. He doesn’t pull away until both of you are thoroughly breathless.

“Ah, ah, can I move now, Master? P-please?”

You groan a little, your embarrassment slowly becoming replaced with desire, “You’re going to be the death of me. Yeah, you can…m-move.”

Your comment earns you a little giggle, “As you wish, Master~”

——

Beelzebub - Notes: gn!mc, making out

You hiss slightly, letting yourself sink down a little more his cock, the burn of the stretch was painful, but it felt so good at the same time. His hands on your hip tighten their hold and Beel grunts. He exhales harshly, his eyes glued to where your tight little hole is stretched around him. He’s so big and you’re so small - that thought alone is a huge turn on for him and he barely manages to restrain himself from destroying you.

You feel his cock throb inside you, as a small gasp leaving you. He feels so good inside you, and he’s not even moving. Your eyes flicker to his face and you can’t help but frown. Beel’s face is twisted in a soft grimace as he tries so hard to stay still.

“Beel~” you purr as you lean forward, drawing his attention away from your stretched hole. You rest your hands on his chest, feeling the firm muscles underneath his skin. You plant a gentle, chaste kiss on his lip. Violet eyes hold yours as he leans forward for another kiss, this one just as gentle, but longer. You pull away, sitting upright, and let yourself sink the rest of the way onto him. You throw your head back in a silent moan, and Beel curses.

“Fuck, M-MC,” his voice is strained and his thighs are shaking with his effort to stay still. You lean forward again, panting slightly, as you count in your head - waiting for the pain to dull.

“M-MC,” it takes you a second to realize that Beel’s calling your name. You lift your eyes up to meet his. His eyes are dark with lust and desire, but love and concern simmer just beneath, “Are you alright?”

You simply nod, words too big of a demand for you at the moment. A warm hand gently guides you forward and into yet another kiss. The kiss is soft and sweet, but no less passionate. You and Beel stay like that, him balls deep in you while you make out softly. It’s a sweet moment - lust tainting some of your kisses with sharp fangs and a twitch of cock.

Time passes, you have no idea how long, but the stretch of Beel’s cock in you is no longer painful; it is purely pleasurable, and you swear if you don’t move right this instance you’re going to die. Both of you break away from a kiss, a thin web of saliva connects you, hot breath fanning each other’s face, Violet eyes stare at you with pure love and affection. He’s about to ask you something, but whatever his question is, it’s cut off in favor of a low, gruntal moan. You grind back onto him. His eyes shut for a second while he regains his bearings. When he opens them again, there is only dark lust within them.

—-

Belphegor - Notes: gn!mc/reader (tho implied afab), strap-on

You dig your nails into his hips as hard as you can as you attempt to deter him from moving, “Belphegor, stop moving. Don’t make me use the pact.”

He whines, but stills mostly - only occasionally squirming under you - and looks up at you with half lidded, lust blown eyes. His chest heaves with hard pants as he struggles to regain any of his once bratty composure. (Not that it would help - you’ve never seen someone fall apart so hard and so fast; he was begging almost as soon as you sunk the first inch of your strap-on into him.)

“M-Master p-please…I was so close…”

You shiver a little at the honorific, still a little flustered at how easily it fell from Belphie’s swollen lips. Sure, Belphie was normally a bit more on the submissive side, but he usually remained pretty bratty through your whole encounter. However watching him submit so quickly and so completely caught you off guard.

You feel him start to squirm more and you realize that you’ve spaced out for a moment. You pinch the skin of his hips again in warning, “Belphie. Stop moving.”

“Please!” He whines rather loudly and you tense, hoping no one is on the stairs to the attic. “I wanna-“

“And you’re not allowed to yet. Remember? You decided to be a brat earlier.”

He huff at that and stills completely, his gaze falling away, “M’sorry, okay? Please, Master? I’ll be good, promise.”

You shift your weight a little; having to rest on your joints was starting to become uncomfortable, but…watching him beg while cock warming your strap-on was doing something for you.

“Hmm, I don’t know…you were pretty bratty earlier.”

“Please Master, I’ll do anything.”

You have to tense a little to stop yourself from trembling as he calls you “master” again, “Anything? Very well then.” You can’t help the smirk that spreads onto your face, and Belphie swallows hard, immediately regretting his statement. “Start counting: five minutes of cock warming and then I’ll let you cum.”

His jaw drops and he whines, “Five minutes? No way.”

It seems that some of his brattiness is returning as his mind gets clearer. You rock your hips into him and grind a little.

“Fine, two minutes - that’s as low as I’ll go for you.” He opens his mouth to complain again, but breaks off into a moan as you gently rub the head of his cock with your thumb, “And any more bratty comments will add a minute. So start counting.”

He whines, but obeys. “O-One, two, three, f-four…”

- - -

“O-One hund - gasps hundred a-and nineteen… oh fuck, one h-hundred and ah~ t-twenty-“

The moment the last syllable leaves his mouth you set a hard and brutal pace, fucking into him hard enough to make his cock bounce.

And Belphie screams - loud enough you’re pretty sure whoever in whatever room is below the attic could hear it. His back arches off the bed as he claws at the sheets. His chest heaves, desperately trying to draw in air, while your pace pushes all of it out of him. You smirk, rubbing over his slip with your thumb and feeling his cock twitch hard.

And then he cums, and he cums hard; painting both your hand and his stomach white.

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Diavolo - Notes: fem!mc/reader, pet names

“Mm, you feel so good, little princess. You’re doing so well~”

His voice purrs into your ear, low and sensual. His warmth breaths fans on your ear before he gently nips at it. You have to bite your lip to stop the whimper that threatens to spill out of you, while you resist the urge to squirm on his thick cock.

Be good, you remind yourself, We have to be good.

One of his hands rests softly on your hip, rubbing gentle circles in a soothing manner, while his other hand gently gropes at your chest, massaging the flesh there. His body is so warm against your back as he effectively holds you to himself. You can’t help the whine that leaves you as his voice reaches you, dark and deep.

“Mm, princess, you feel so good. You’re so warm and wet,” his last word comes out a bit of a growl as he grinds up into you, making the dormant pleasure in your gut flare with renewed life. You mewl in response, letting your head fall backwards onto his chest. You feel his laugh more than you hear it, the low vibrations in his chest making your very being tingle.

“D-Diavolo-“ you start, but you’re so overwhelmed you’re not even sure what you’re trying to ask for. He shushes you gently as the hand that was fondling your chest rises to gently grab your chin to steady you as he kisses you. You squirm on his cock as he overwhelms every sense you have with himself. Almost immediately you’re whimpering apologizes into his mouth, shaking as you curb your squirming. You feel his cock twitch inside you as he pulls away from your kiss.

“Shh darling,” burning gold eyes find yours, “You’re alright. I know it’s hard.” He kisses your forehead tenderly as more soft praise falls from his lips, “You’re so well behaved, princess. Mm, keep this up and I may add to your reward.” Your face grows hotter, blushing even more (if that’s even possible at this point), and you feel your body get wetter.

To your surprise, Diavolo’s the one to move this time, a soft hiss escaping him as he does so, “My my, would you look at that; someone’s seems to like praise, don’t they?” You whimper again, and breathe his name in a breathless beg of nothing in particular.

He smiles, the edges of it sharp and deadly. Diavolo slides his hand that was resting on your hip down, long thick fingers grazing your clit. You suck in a hard breath and moan, attempting to hide your face in his neck. He hums softly, pleased by your soft reactions as his fingers rub slow circles over the sensitive bud.

You moan again, your hands reaching for his arm to try and pull it away from your clit, “P-Please, I-I can’t-!”

“Then don’t,” his voice is right in your ear, dripping into your soul like liquid gold, “Go on, princess, cum on my cock.” He presses a little harder and rubs a little faster, and that’s all it takes. Your back arches off of him as you cry out, cuming hard on his twitching cock, your walls attempting to squeeze closed. Diavolo grunts softly, but continues to work your clit through your orgasm, smirking when you feeblely attempt to squirm away from the overstimulation.

His laugh is deep and sinful, “Don’t struggle now princess, we’ve just begun.”

——

Barbatos - Notes: gn!mc/reader, tail sex, self-fucking, masturbation

He smiles as you whine, struggling to pull your hands free from their magic bonds that hold you a little ways away from him on his bed. Your face is flushed red, both from the demonus the two of you had shared earlier and from the sight before you. Barabtos groans softly and spreads his thighs further apart, allowing for a better view of where one end of his tail disappears into his ass. The other end is wrapped lazily around the base of his cock. Darkened eyes stare at you, but you can’t bear to meet them, your eyes glued to the truly sinful display before you.

Your eyes follow his delicate hand as it traces a pattern up his thigh to his stomach. A self-satisfied smirk pulls at his lip as he watches your expression darkened with lust from watching him. An involuntary shudder runs through him as his tail jerks inside him.

His hand trails down from his stomach to his aching cock, and he gives himself a soft stroke, sucking in a soft breath as he does so, “Are you watching, MC?”

You don’t verbally answer him, but the slight tug on your bonds is answer enough for him.

— — —

“Well done,” he hums as he drags a gloved finger over your sensitive clit, watching your slick gather on the digit.

You wince a little but don’t pull away, relieved to have finally bested Barbatos at one of his own games, “So I win, yeah?”

He scoffs a little at your impatience, but he can hardly blame you - you did just spend an hour attempting to bake with him with a vibrator pressed against your clit, “Yes, you do. As agreed, I will do whatever you request of me.”

He’s unsurprised by your quick answer, “I want you to touch yourself.”

He does raise an eyebrow at that, “Mutual masturbation?”

You stick your tongue out at him playfully and poke his shoulder, “No, I wanna watch you.”

Barbatos crosses his arms, a playful glint in his eyes, “Just watch?”

You smirk, “Just watch.”

— — —

He strokes himself slowly, letting his eyes flicker close as he focuses on the sensations he’s providing himself. His wrists drags up and down slowly, his own touch light as he teases himself. He drags his thumb softly over his slit, gathering the surprising amount of precum that’s leaked from it, and spreading it along his length. He tentatively lets a soft moan fall from his lips, unused to being vocal for such an activity. He can feel your eyes burn into him as you watch, your eyes darting from his tail to his hand. He purposely keeps the end inside himself still, not wanting to overwhelm himself just yet. The other end, however, coils and squeezes the base of his shaft just right, curling just under his balls and adding a pleasant weight there.

Barabtos lets his eyes flicker back open, his hand having found a gentle, but pleasant rhythm. You’re watching him warm his tail, eyes transfixed on his stuffed hole. Lust just barely disguises the disbelief in your eyes - like you can’t believe someone as reserved as himself would even do such a sinful thing.

A soft whine leaves you as your gaze flickers up to meet his eyes and he smirks, “Still content with watching? Or would you care to join MC?”

You whine and tug at the binds, “I wanna join.”

He pauses his hand and softly snaps his fingers, the spell that was binding you disappearing in an instant. You waste no time crawling over to him. The free end of his tail slides away from his cock and towards you.

“Come now, little one. I have two ends for a reason~”

— — —

Simeon - Notes: gn!mc/reader, making out

The harsh light from the TV brightens and dims the room in time with the movie, as some intense action scene plays out; neither of you were paying attention.

Simeon sat on the plush of your mattress, leaning back against the wall to hold his upright position, while his mouth worked sinfully against your’s. His hands held your hips hard enough to leave bruises as he slowly grinds into you. Your own hands ranking angry lines down his exposed shoulders. Neither of you had bothered to take off more close than necessary than for you to sit on his cock, making this impromptu session even hotter and sinful.

The kisses are messy; all open mouthed, all tongue. He tastes faintly of confectionery sugar and a sweet demonus. You lean forward more, pressing him harder against the wall, sinking a little further on his cock. Simeon moans in the kiss, his cock giving a hard twitch inside you and you squirm against him in turn.

You pull away for air, a string of spittle connecting your lips. His face is dark with blush, and you’re sure yours is no different; soft pants leave his lips and he tries to catch his breath. His beautiful eyes are glossy with dark lust, contradicting his holy nature; it makes a dark part of you sing that you’re the one making him sin.

His eyelids flutter a little when your nails dig into the skin of his upper arms, “MC?” His voice is soft and breathless as he tries to gauge the look on your face. You grind into his lap, his breath hitching into a gasp and his head falls back with a moan. You lean forward and begin to kiss and suck love bites into his neck, watching his dark skin blossom beautifully in response to your actions. Simeon moans shamelessly, keeping his head leaned back, giving you free reign to his neck. His hands slowly guide your hips in a circular motion on his lap, drawing the occasional soft moan from you.

You slide your hands from his arm to the sides of his skin-tight shirt, sliding your fingers underneath the material to thumb at his nipples. He moans louder, rocking up into your tight heat and you tremble, as the head of his dick brushes that sweet spot inside you. Your teeth nip at the skin below his jaw, leaving a particularly nasty hickey, one that Simeon would struggle to hide later.

“M-MC p-please,” his soft beg startles you a little. You hum softly and pinch at one of his nipples. He gasps and bucks into you again, “P-please. I n-need you.”

You bite at a love bite, intending to make it darker and suddenly the world around you spins. Your back gently hits your bed as Simeon pins you there. He leans forward and plants a tender kiss at the junction of your shoulder and neck, muttering apologies as he starts moving in earnest.

— — —

Solomon - Notes: gn!mc/reader, aftercare

Softness. That’s the first thought that your mind registers as you blink away the fogginess; you’re laying on something soft. Warmth is your second thought, and the sensation of being touched by something. Something reaches your ears, and you shake your head trying to understand through the fuzz that fills your head. Slowly the something becomes a soft, warm hum that warms every sense of your being. Slowly the distant hum becomes clearer and you recognize that it’s words, and that the words are praise; praise for you. You open your eyes bearily and realize that the words flow from a blurry blob of white. You blink more, trying to understand what you’re seeing. You feel that warmth move from somewhere else on your body to caress your face.

Your eyes clear a little, and the white blob morphs into a person, someone who’s leaning over you with a soft, but concerned smirk. It takes you another second to recognize who it is.

“Ah, there they are. Are you alright, MC?” Solomon’s voice is soft, and he leans down to place a gentle kiss on your forehead, “I was worried that you had passed out.”

“...wha?” You mumble as slowly you gain your bearings again, and then it comes flooding back - Solomon had just given you the most mind shattering orgasm you’ve had to date. You distantly recall taunting Solomon about something, however you can’t seem to place what exactly you had said to spark this little incident.

You move a little; a wave of dull soreness spreads from your thighs to your abdomen. You squirm more trying to regain your sense of feeling, and a loud mewl escapes you when your squirming ends with your discovery that Solomon’s still hard, and still inside you; his cock pressing right up against your sweet spot.

He shudders and gently rests a hand on your hip (precariously balancing himself on one arm as he does so), encouraging you to be still, “Easy there.” His voice is softer and trails off as he leans and places another soft kiss on your forehead. You shakily reach for him with your fingers just barely touching the skin of his neck; his skin pleasantly is warm and surprisingly soft. He smiles softly, taking the hint and leans down again to pepper kisses along your face and neck, his white hair tickling you all the while.

“You did so well, MC. You’re so adorable and lovely when you squirm on my cock. Mmm, I wanna keep you right here until you beg for more~”

The tonal difference between Solomon’s soft and loving kisses and his sinful praise makes your head spin and you subconsciously squirm more, gasping as you remember that his cock is still inside you.

“Mm~ yes, exactly like that MC. You enjoy keeping my cock warm, yes?” He nips gently at the skin of your neck, sucking soft hickeys into it. You whimper softly and try to gently push his face away from the skin of your neck. Your weak pushes do nothing to deter him, and he grinds softly into you.

The dull soreness is tempered by the embers of pleasure that he strokes with each press of his cock inside you.

“Come on, MC~. Don’t you want more?”

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Could you maybe make a short fic of M/C plus yandere (preferably, Mammon) where at first it's non-consensual, but as the time goes on she gets manipulated into thinking it's all for love? I also think he should baby-trap her and do all kinds of shit to force her to stay with him.

Oh, my darling, of course!

I've been dabbling in the yandere smut side of the Obey Me fandom and HOLY SHIT it's INTENSE

Especially for my first love, Mammon-sama, I'll do anything for my sweet greedy boy 🥺🥺🥺

Lemme see what I have in my bag, my dear~

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Warnings: Dark Themes, Slight Gore (if you squint), Violence, Murder, Manipulation, Obsession, Yandere! Mammon x Reader, Dom! Mammon x Sub! Reader, Virgin! Reader, Cursing, Panty Stealing, Masturbation, Smut, Breeding Kink, Teasing, Baby-Trapping, Creampie, Reader gets gagged, Mating press, Non-Con/Rape to Dub-Con

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Honestly, he couldn't tell you when it all started.

Probably when you'd first gotten here and he was told that he would be responsible for taking care of you. Yes, that sounds right.

It was then that these emotions started. These feelings toward you, the compulsive need to be by your side at every waking hour of the day. Hell, you'd have to kick him out of your room most nights just to get some privacy.

You were just so perfect.

Something about the way you spoke, the way you handled things, the way you carried yourself. He couldn't help but love all of it. All of you. He'd memorized every little thing you'd shared with him throughout the time you'd been in the Devildom, noticing whenever you cut your hair by even an inch or the slightest shift in your attitude to know when you were upset.

And when you were upset, he always needed to know why.

So he could get rid of your problem, of course.

If you were upset with one of his brothers, he'd go speak with them about it (as long as it's not Lucifer), if you were upset over failing to comprehend something mathematical, he'd explain it to you in five different ways to try and help, and if you were upset with someone the two of you don't consider close friends, he'd console you.

There was this one time, however, when consoling you wasn't enough. Not for him, at least. The first time these thoughts became more aggressive and obsessive. The first time he became truly dangerous.

Mammon narrowed his eyes at you, pulling his shades off so he could see you properly. "He did what?" He asked. It was more like he was demanding you to repeat what you said.

You hesitated for a moment before clasping your hands together and smiling. "He broke my D.D.D. and cursed me out for being a human." You sighed, shaking your head in disappointment. "It's alright, though. I'll ask Lucifer if I can get a replacement."

Mammon really only paid attention to the first sentence. He bit down on the arms of the shades in his hand and scoffed. "See, this is why ya should just keep someone around. As the Great Mammon, I shouldn't be botherin' myself with taking care of ya." He extended his hand, holding out an index finger so you couldn't interrupt him. "But, because ya really need it, I'll go ahead and be your personal bodyguard or whatever." He huffed out, a light blush forming on his cheeks.

You furrowed your brows. "Oh, thanks, Mammon, but I really don't want to bother you with this kind of thing. I really don't need 24-hour protection, I just really wish people like him would learn from their mistakes."

Oh, you were so forgiving. He couldn't help the way his heart pounded against his chest at the way you spoke so kindly about the bastard who broke your property.

He should kill him.

Mammon flinched, dropping his shades and freezing in place at the idea.

Something you need to know about Mammon is that he's not really a violent guy. Of course, he acts like a relatively tough guy, and his title as the second strongest sin in the Devildom wasn't just given to him because the king was feeling generous. He just never resorted to violence immediately, it wasn't the Mammon Way.

Now, though, there was another factor to account for in this equation of his.

You.

While his title made demons fear him enough to where he didn't need to act on any of his anger, he found it very difficult to stop his knuckles from twitching whenever he saw someone you as much as complained about.

However, he'd never thought about murder. At least, not so seriously. This was different. The image that appeared in his head was the demon you were talking about, chained to the back of his car by the neck, and being dragged all around the Devildom. Then, he'd kill him slowly. Maybe set him on fire, too. Yes, that sounded nice.

"Mammon!" You called out, snapping him away from his thoughts. You tilted your head. "Are you okay? You kinda blanked out there." You ask, placing a hand on his cheek to get him to look at you.

Mammon flinches at your touch, a dark blush forming on his cheeks. "O-Oi! I'm alright, human, now get your hand off'a me!" He gently grasped your wrist, shuddering in delight at the feeling of holding you.

You raised a brow, pulling your hand away. "If you say so... Well, Asmodeus wanted me to help him out in Majolish, so I'll head over there. You have a make-up class, don't you?" You ask playfully. Mammon scoffed. "Oh, come on! Ya don't gotta rub it in, MC. Ya jerk." You laughed a little. "That's what you get for skipping classes. I'll see you later, Mammoney."

He was there.

The bastard was there.

Mammon was a few seats away from the guy you were talking about earlier. The guy who broke your property and made you upset. He wasn't paying attention to the lecture, no, he was watching the demon. Staring. Glaring.

The scene that presented itself to him before, among many others, appeared in his head. Many of them were at the same levels of gruesome. The thought of getting rid of someone for you was a little nerve-wracking but satisfying nonetheless. It felt right.

After all, he was no longer an angel. And this was a lower demon, a being of impurity. That means that whatever happens to him down here, he deserves it, right?

This is what Mammon tried telling himself when he dragged the large black bag all the way to his room. The only one who saw him was Beelzebub, but the Avatar of Gluttony was busy with takeout, so he didn't really take the time to try and understand the situation.

Mammon was a little relieved that you weren't home to see this. At the same time, though, he did want you to know that he was looking out for you. You should be grateful that the Mammon is so adamant about protecting you!

"Say, ya think she might actually say yes if I ask her out? I dunno if I wanna do it now, but, I mean... Ah, who am I kiddin'? I'll wait a little while longer. It's too soon, don't ya think?" He asked, making another clean cut to the demon's torso.

The demon had stopped thrashing hours ago. There was blood everywhere, but the Avatar of Greed wasn't sloppy, so he'd placed a cheap mat underneath the chair that his classmate was tied to, planning to throw it away later. Even so, he became irritated when he got no response.

"Oi, I'm tryin' to ask for some serious advice. Ain't ya a demon? Why are ya dyin' so fuckin' quick, huh?" He seethed, glaring up at the lifeless expression that the demon before him adopted. He sliced an exposed arterie and scoffed. "Pathetic. I dunno why I bothered asking shit from a bastard like you anyway."

He refers to that kill as his "first slip."

Mammon had multiple "slips" after that, all of which he convinced himself were for your sake. Demons were going missing left and right. Of course, you didn't notice, because you were so naive. So oblivious. So cute.

You would never suspect Mammon to be the culprit, right? He was your sweet Mammoney. He'd do anything to keep it that way.

While he was growing to love you, more than he healthily should, he still couldn't build up the courage to talk to you. Confess to you.

You'd better believe he tried though.

The first time he did after he'd taken up his new "hobby" was during passing period at RAD. He had you caged between the wall and his chest, both hands on the wall to stop you from leaving. "Hey, human. I gotta tell you something really important, okay?"

Mammon had made up his mind to tell you then and there. However, now that he was right in front of you, now that he could see the way your expression seemed to glow in his presence, the way it made his heart beat so rapidly, he just... couldn't! "What's up?" You ask dumbly after a few moments of silence. He bit his lip for a moment before sighing. "Uh... Actually, I'll tell ya later. I just remembered I had to go do... Something, I'll cya around, MC." Then, he scurried, leaving you standing there all dumbfounded.

Curse his lack of bravery!

You were just so perfect, he couldn't bare the thought of you rejecting him.

His thoughts were swarming his brain. Thoughts of you. He would think often about how your hands would feel caressing his cheek. How soft your lips would feel against his. How tight your pussy would feel around his cock.

That last bit was, by far, the most popular thought in his head. He'd think about it when he had his hand wrapped around his cock, stroking and bucking his hips into his fist.

He'd imagine you underneath him, moaning and writhing while getting pounded into. The thought of you in such a fucked out state was just so delicious. He wanted you. No, he needed you.

But he still couldn't muster up the courage to tell you how he felt. So, he just settled for the next best thing.

Your panties.

When it was his turn to do laundry for the House of Lamentation's residents, he found a pair of white panties stained at the crotch. He lifted them up a bit closer for inspection and caught a whiff of the scent the pair of panties was emitting.

Your scent, your juices.

Your cum.

It was your cum.

Immediately, he felt himself hunch forward, clutching the nearly drenched panties in his fist as he slammed the door to the laundry room shut. He took a moment to process, a dark blush dusting his face as he held your panties in his shaking hand.

Mammon swallowed the lump of saliva he felt pooling in his mouth, staring at the crotch of your underwear, feeling his pants becoming a little too tight. "Fuck," He muttered out, quickly moving to undo his belt, sloppily pushing down his pants below his crotch, reaching into his boxers and pulling out his cock. Immediately, he started pumping himself, desperation evident when he started to buck his hips into his hand.

He caught another wiff of your scent and groaned, hunching over as he pressed his back against the wall. "MC," He moaned out, loving the way your name sounded rolling off of his tongue. He imagined you calling his name as well.

Whining and writhing underneath him as he pushed your legs apart.

"Fuck, fuckfuckfuck." He slammed his fist against the door, keeping his glazed eyes on your underwear. He imagined entering you. Your warmth would welcome him inside of your pussy and your walls would clench.

If only he had your warmth around him.

Flinching, his gaze shifted over to the clenched fist that was pressing against the door, your white panties being squeezed in his grip. He moved his hand, adjusting the pair of panties so the crotch was easily accessible, pushing it against the tip of his cock.

Mammon hissed when he felt your juices push against him, shuddering at the feeling. You must've put your dirty laundry basket in the laundry room the same day you masturbated. It was still relatively warm, and that was enough to make him imagine how your pussy would feel.

Wrapping your wet panties around his cock, he started bucking his hips, grinding himself against the crotch. He let out small pants and groans at the feeling, his hips beginning to stutter as he felt a knot begin to tighten in his lower stomach.

So good, so good.

He closed his hazy eyes, imagining how you'd start to squirm beneath him as he pounded into you, whining and crying out that you were close to an orgasm. "MC, fuck, baby, you're so fucking good for me," He hissed out. His hips never stopped bucking into your panties. Precum started oozing out of the tip of his cock, and he was smearing it against your underwear. "All mine," He murmured out softly.

The second-born clenched his teeth as his hand gripped the door knob, feeling the knot in his stomach tighten even more. The warmth that your panties provided, the visual in his head, and the sound that he'd imagine you'd made when you came; a mix between a whimper and a moan. It was enough to make his eyes go wide, a stuttered groan escaping his lips as he hunched forward a little.

Thick white ropes shot out of the tip of his cock, landing ontop of the juices that had already stained your panties. He inhaled sharply, covering his mouth as if to save whatever dignity he had left.

Slowly coming down from his high, Mammon panted heavily into his palm, a cheeks red, and vision still blurry from his orgasm. It made him wonder how hard he'd cum if you were there. If it was you wrapped around his cock instead of your panties.

But he'd take what he can get, he wasn't too picky when it came to you.

That's why he started stealing your panties, among other things. When your underwear wasn't enough, small trinkets and pieces of jewelry would go missing, only to be replaced by the Avatar of Greed himself. He loved to see the smile on your face as you looked at him, he loved to hear you thank him for gifting you such things.

You were so cute.

Too cute for your own good.

You mean so much to him. Too much for him to let you go.

He doesn't want you to leave. Ever.

Your eyes were always something he admired. He loved staring and getting lost in your gaze, trying to determine exactly which shade of which color painted your irises. He especially loved it when both of you got lost in the others' gaze. Inevitably, one of you would blush and look away.

What he hated was the way you looked at him right now.

Fear was present in your eyes. Tears started to gather on your lower lash line as your bottom lip trembled. "Mammon?"

Normally, he loved it when you said his name. It was like music to his ears, sweet like honey. However, this time, he flinched at the hesitation in your voice.

Of course, he couldn't blame you for being scared.

You'd been waiting in his room, unbeknownst to the white-haired demon, and he walked into his room covered in blood. That, and the horror that was the bloody bags you found in his closet.

His movements were quick. In the blink of an eye, he stood before you, slamming the door shut. He towered over you, the almost-dried blood that had been splattered all over his body was now right in your face. Leather black wings lifted and caged you into the corner by the closet, the leather on his body, as well as his horns becoming more apparent the more you took in his figure. "Ain't anyone taught ya not to go snoopin' around in other people's shit?"

You flinched at his tone. He seemed angry. That's when a tear fell. "Mammon, what the hell was that?" You ask, voice trembling along with your body. The demon before you was in no better state. He was panicking on the inside, trying desperately to form an explanation in his head. This caused him to stare intensely at you, eyes bloodshot, bat-like wings flapping gently beside you.

"S'just some of the trash that bothered ya, Treasure." Mammon's voice shifted from frightening to sweet, a huge contrast to his bloodied and demonic appearance. The new nickname made you shiver. Under other circumstances, you would've loved the fact that he'd given you a nickname, but you were too terrified. The nickname sounded so wrong to you. So twisted. "Most of them either acted out of line around ya, but some actually thought they had a chance!" He smiled, letting out a huff of amusement. "As if those lesser demons had the right to even look in your direction." He took a step forward, and you took a step back, your back now pressed against the wall.

This made Mammon frown a bit, bat wings flapping in slight irritation and confusion. "Why're ya backin' away from me, Treasure? I thought that... I thought that you'd be happy to know that they're gone," One hand pressed against the wall behind you while the other made it's way to your hip. "Aren't ya happy that they're not in our way anymore?" He tucked a few strands of hair behind your ear.

"Our?" You repeated. "What are you talking about our, Mammon?" He sighed, the hand on your hip traveling down to caress your thigh. "Us, Treasure. Our relationship, our love."

You closed your eyes tightly when he leaned in, lips brushing against your cheek as his voice dropped in volume. "Don't you love me, MC?" He asked softly, feigning an almost hurt voice.

You allowed a few more tears to fall as you pressed your palms against his chest. While it was true, you did love him very deeply, you just couldn't condone this. You weren't okay with this! Killing people for someone else isn't love!

Right?

"Mammon, you can't... You don't do this kind of thing for love," You said, hands trembling against him. His hand moved from the wall to grasp yours, clenching your fingers tight as he let a shiver run down his spine. He let out a deep sigh in bliss, feeling his cock twitch in his pants from your touch. "MC, Treasure, I love ya. I love ya so much." He then gripped your wrist, pushing your hand downward.

You flinched when your hand reached the bulge in his pants, fingers gently tracing the outline of his cock. "Baby, look at what ya do to me." He softly breathed out, turning your hand to push your palm against his hard on, his other hand gripping your thigh as he started bucking his hips into your hand. "MC, I love ya. I just wanted to make ya feel better," He looked down at you, the hand squeezing your thigh being used to lift up your chin so your eyes could meet his. "I got rid of the trash that was botherin' ya, babe."

You shook your head, trying to pull your hand away from his pants. Mammon's grip only tightened, an odd feeling beginning to pool in your gut. "Mammon, this isn't how you- Mmh!" He cut you off, leaning forward to capture your lips in a kiss. Your lips were so soft, he couldn't hold back the moan that escaped him as he started moving his lips against yours. His teeth started nibbling your bottom lip to ask for entry. When you tried to pull away from him, he let out a scoff, the hand that was on your chin moving to slap your thigh.

You opened your mouth to let out a gasp, only for Mammon's tongue to invade your mouth. He bucked his hips into your hand once more, his tongue exploring your mouth and burning your taste into his memory.

He moved his hands, pulling away from the heated kiss so his lust-filled eyes could meet yours. "That's right... I guess I should be showin' ya how much ya mean to me in other ways, huh?"

Mammon had pushed you onto his bed, climbing on top of you and capturing your lips in another hot kiss as he started to tug your clothes off. He was truly a being of pure greed, he couldn't get enough of you. He wanted more. And he wanted more now.

You pulled away as soon as you felt your breasts come into contact with the rather chilly air and threw your arms over your chest. "Mammon, wait, please! I don't want this!" You whimpered, tears beginning to stain your cheeks.

Mammon leaned in, one hand hooking around your skirt as he kissed you on the forehead. "But you love me, don't you, MC? I'll treat ya right, I promise." He brought a hand up to gently grasp your wrist, bringing your hand up to his lips and pressing a kiss to your knuckles. "I love ya so much, MC. Everything I do's for you, Treasure. The way I feel about ya, it makes me do crazy things," He murmured softly against your hand. "Please don't deny me."

His tone of voice made you think that maybe he was telling the truth, that maybe he did love you deeply, and that was why he went so far. Maybe this wasn't so bad.

No!

You snapped out of your hazy love-drunk mindset, realizing that the now-dried blood was still splattered all over him. It was someone else's blood. Maybe they were innocent! Well, they weren't if they were down here, but still! They didn't do anything to warrant such acts of violence.

With a swift motion, he yanked down your RAD skirt and panties, eyes shifting down to catch a glimpse of you. You tried to close your legs, but Mammon had managed to catch both of your plush thighs in his grip, pulling them apart and closer to him. Your ass was now on his lap, and your pussy was closer to his waist. He smiled at you, almost tauntingly. "None of that, baby," He pulled you closer to him, your pussy now a few mere inches from his face. Mammon took in the sweet aroma you gave off, letting out a deep sigh in bliss. This was so much better than your panties.

Suddenly, the pact mark on the back of your hand glowed a bright yellow. "Mammon, sto-"

He was faster.

Before you could finish your command, Mammon had torn a piece of fabric from your teal RAD under-blouse, pushing it against your lips to silence you. "Naughty girl." His voice dropped an octave as he glared at you. You had practically been folding in half with how close your knees were to your shoulders. The Avatar of Greed then adjusted the fabric in your mouth, pulling on the sides and tying it in a tight knot around your mouth. "I didn't want to gag ya, sweetheart," He cooed, shifting himself into his former position: where your pussy was a few inches from his mouth and your thighs were in his hands. "But ya just had to be such a brat. Playin' hard to get can get annoyin', ya know that?" His tongue lulled out of his mouth. He maintained eye contact with you as he lowered his face, dipping his tongue into your sopping heat and tracing the line of your slit. You moaned into the makeshift gag, arms trembling as one hand gripped the sheets, the other reaching behind your head to try and untie the gag.

Mammon flicked his tongue against the bundle of nerves that rested above your slit, smiling at the way you squirmed and whined. You knew this was wrong. He was a demon, and you were okay with that, but now you found out that he was a killer as well? No, you couldn't be okay with this. You shouldn't be okay with this.

But it feels so good.

You threw your head back and let out a muffled cry as his mouth latched on to your opening, thrusting his tongue into your heat. Your walls clenched around his tongue, and he let out a moan in response. He wondered how tight you'd be around his cock if you were this tight around his tongue. It made him think that perhaps you hadn't had anything inside of this pretty little hole of yours.

Wait.

Mammon pulled away from your pussy, a mix of his saliva and your juices dribbling down his chin. "MC, are you a virgin?" He asked softly, gold and blue eyes piercing through yours.

You looked up at him through tear-filled eyes and nodded your head slowly. The sound of wings flapping rapidly filled your ears, which made your eyes screw shut.

He'd be the first to touch you, the first to defile you. He was your first demon, now he'll truly be your first man. "Oh, Treasure." He lowered your body almost completely onto the bed, and your eyes shot wide open when you heard him fumbling with his belt.

You looked down to see his cock, flushed and hard, resting on top of your crotch.

He was huge.

Where he sat between your legs, his cock reached just above your navel. "M'sorry," He said softly, grasping his cock and stroking it a few times. "I can't wait any longer, Treasure. I have to have you before anyone else can."

You froze for a moment, realizing what he meant. You should've shaken your head or done something to deny him, to stop him.

But you didn't want to stop. You wanted to keep going. You wanted him to ravish your pussy, love you until he withers away. You pushed your head against the pillow, lifting your hands to grip the sheets beside your head, and spreading your legs open a little more.

"That's my girl," He cooed, pressing the blunt tip of his cock against your hole. You closed your eyes once more, trying to concentrate on breathing as he pushed himself into you. He was slow and sweet, pressing kisses to your neck. "Calm down, Treasure, I don't wanna hurt ya." His voice, so soft, so sweet, made you forget completely about why you were so against this at first.

Mammon grunted at how tight you were, his eyes glazed over. He was trying so hard to hold himself back. You were just so fucking tight. He let out a shaky breath, one hand going down to caress your thigh. "Loosen up, Doll," He cooed once more, clenching his teeth. He was so close to bottoming out, but your hole continued to deny him.

Tears had fallen down your face, staining your cheeks and the fabric that gagged you. You were in an entire different state of mind. The stretch hurt, but knowing that it was Mammon stretching out your cunt made your body feel more at ease.

When he shoved the last few inches of his cock inside of you, you couldn't hold back the muffled wail that escaped your throat. Finally, he was sheathed inside of you. His balls were rested against your plush thighs, and his tip pushed against your cervix.

"Fuck!" Mammon grunted out, burying his face into the crook of your neck. Your chest rose and fell as your breathing quickened. You tried so hard to focus on breathing, focus on calming down so it'd be less uncomfortable for you.

Mammon stilled, and you took that as a sign of him waiting for you to signal him to move. He wanted to take off the gag and hear your beautiful moans, but he couldn't risk you using your pact to stop him. He couldn't risk losing the chance to share his love with you.

While he was in his own head, he failed to notice your squirms and whines, replacing the pleas that you'd let out if you weren't gagged. However, his lack of movement made you impatient, and you wrapped your legs around his waist, grinding the tip of his cock against your the spot that made you see stars. Mammon's breathing hitched, immediately gripping your hips with his hands and looking up at you with a shocked expression.

Then, the surprised look turned into a smug one. "Just can't get enough'a me, can ya?" He teased, dragging his hips backward. You could feel him moving and thought he was pulling out of you. You were about to whine in protest, but you got the air knocked out of your lungs as he slammed into you, his cock pushing roughly against that same exact spot. He started thrusting into you, looking down at your pussy to see how well it swallows his cock, as well as how much of your juices can be seen (and heard). "You're like a waterfall down there, MC. I knew ya loved me, I knew it! All those demons weren't a waste of time after all!" He exclaimed excitedly, picking up the pace to align with the hype of his voice.

Your eyes rolled back as you felt him repeatedly pound into you, balls slapping against the plush of your thighs at his deep and quick thrusts. "So good! So good for me, baby," He threw his head back, letting out a groan as he felt you squeezing the hell out of his length.

Suddenly, he pulled the fabric from your lips so it rested around your neck. "Mammon!" You cried out immediately. He only grunted in response and grabbed the back of your thighs, pushing them up toward you so your knees were inches from your shoulders. "Fuck, Treasure, so— mMmh!— T-Tight!" He huffed out, mind feeling a bit hazy.

All he could think of was you. How much he loved you, how much he wanted to be with you. He wanted so badly for you to love him too. Now that he had you, now that he deflowered you, the Avatar of Greed couldn't stop there. He wanted more. And, in his sin, will he indulge.

If he got you pregnant, you wouldn't leave. You'd be attached to him no matter what.

The thought made his cock twitch and his hips stutter for a moment before regaining a rhythm, albeit faster than the one he'd adopted prior.

"M'gonna make sure—" He adjusted your legs in his grip— "You never even think 'bout leavin' me!" Mammon growled out, feeling the familiar knot in his lower abdomen beginning to form. By the way your walls were clenching so tightly around him, he could tell that you were almost at your peak too. "Gonna make you a mama," He purred out, rocking his hips into yours.

Your eyes widened at this, gripping the sheets even harder as you cried out. "Mammon! P-Pull o-out!" Your whimpers fell upon deaf ears. That, or ears that only heard what they wanted to. "You wanna have my baby, MC? Hm?" He asked, voice as sweet as vanilla, thrusts as sharp and hard as a blade. "Can't wait to—" He hissed as your walls constricted around him once more— "See the look on their faces! When they see you," Mammon chuckled darkly at the thought, greed, love, and obsession overwhelming his senses. "They'll see that you're all mine! I'll kill whoever gets in the way or disagrees! You're mine, MC!" One final thrust to that sweet spot of yours and you cum hard with a cry of his name, legs trembling in his grip.

Mammon couldn't stop. He couldn't stop going until he filled you up, painted your walls with his seed, and permanently intertwined your fates. "Mine! Mine, mine, mine! All mine! Only mine!" He growled out, burying himself deep into the warmth of your cunt and spilling his seed inside of you. He let out a lewd groan, rocking his hips gently to ride out his orgasm as much as possible.

Once the both of you came down from your highs, he pulled out of you, pressing small kisses to your tear-stained face. He lowered your legs to put you in a more comfortable position, wings and horns fading away as he pulled you flush to his chest.

In your exhausted state, you weren't able to think properly. "I t-told you... To... What if I... Get..." You muttered out, eyelids feeling heavy.

Mammon pressed a soft and warm kiss to your lips, one filled with love and care. "Shhh, sleep, Treasure. Ya did so good for me."

Maybe it was the way his words were sweet and stuck to you like honey. Maybe it was the way that he expressed so many times during this exchange that he truly did love you.

Whatever it was, there wasn't a doubt in your mind that the Avatar of Greed wanted you out of everything else in the world. Every valuable item, every treasure to be found, all he'd be willing to give up just for you.

He'd give for you, but he'd also take for you.

The lives of the demons he'd taken so far couldn't be ignored. At least, you shouldn't have ignored it. But he did it all for you. All because he just wanted you to notice him, to love him, and only him.

Eventually, you'd become accustomed to the blood on his clothes, the protectiveness, the obsession with keeping you close to him even though you never planned on leaving.

You didn't need anything else. You didn't want anything else.

All you needed was your first man.

This was fun to write, I hope you greedy-boi lovers enjoyed this!

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