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nezuscribe · 2 years

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𝐟𝐚𝐧 𝐛𝐞𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐨𝐫

pairings: eddie munson x fem!reader

summary: it's not expected of the head cheerleader to go to the run-down bar to watch eddie munsons' band. but it's also not expected of the two of you to ever meet. and what can eddie do, ignore his number one fan?

fic warnings (mdni 18+): reader is over 18, smut, blow jobs, messy make-outs, oral sex (fem and male receiving), fingering, teasing, cum eating, unprotected piv, Eddie kind of having a corruption kink but when does he never

Friday nights. That’s when they play. Leather jackets, smudged eyeliner, voices all yelling in harmony as they play for their usuals, you included. Sometimes they were a bit off beat, or just completely forgot the lyrics, but it didn’t stop you from coming back every week, soda in hand as you giggled at their funny antics before and after the show.

And you’d also be lying to yourself if you thought that the only reason you were coming was because of their little jokes. Because deep down you knew that the lead guitarist had caught your eye ever since you first saw him.

You couldn’t lie, Eddie Munson was just irresistible.

And yes, by your school, (and society’s) standard, Eddie Munson was supposed to be untouchable, and not in a good way. You were supposed to avoid him like the plague, pretend like his sort never existed, and get along with your day. He was satanic, or so your mother would say as she angrily chopped her vegetables, and was the leader of your highschools so-called “cult”.

You called bull, but you knew it would take a lot more than logical thinking to convince the town of Hawkins that the Hellfire Club didn’t exactly keep true to its name.

So after a lucky mistake, you found yourself searching for cheap food and stumbled across the mangy bar, not expecting to find your school's most decorated student riffing on his electric guitar.

Unlike you, Eddie could still recall that night almost like it happened yesterday. It was rather crowded, meaning that there were more than five people filling the empty seats as he introduced the band and what they were going to sing. His eye scanned the crowd, almost like they almost did, but they stopped, widening for a second in recognition.

“This song's a cover from the one and only…” He trailed off, his hand wrapped around the microphone loosening when he saw you sitting in the crowd, Hawkins High’s golden girl, still in your cheer uniform from practice as he stammered, getting a hold of himself as he cleared his throat and mumbled out a quiet; “Black Sabbath.”

He thought that maybe you were here for a date, but you looked relatively cheery for being there by yourself, giving them encouraging claps whenever they’d start a new song, obviously enjoying your time as you munched on the complimentary chips.

Eddie thought it was strange, sure, but he figured that you came that night out of ennui. But you kept reappearing every Friday, getting familiar with the people as you stayed up to midnight to listen to them sing. He knew that while he tried to convince himself that this band was going places, he knew that they weren’t professional or all that good; so you must have been really bored to come here in your free time.

For him, it was definitely new. Out of all people to keep coming back to their shows, he never would have bet his money on you. You who always kept your shoes and clothing clean and painted your nails a light baby pink as you walked around school flashing everybody who passed you by a friendly smile.

It eventually became a standard for you to go, though, feeling almost as if it were rude had you been a no-show. Clad in that green skirt, your cheer logo stamped on the jacket as you walked through the door, giving the woman behind the counter a grin as she waved to you.

“May I have a diet coke?” You ask, leaning over the counter as you tap your shoes on the floor in a little beat, “Please?”

“F’course,” She gave you a kind wink as she slid it over, the drink already prepared because, at this point, everybody knew that you were coming and what you liked to order.

“Thanks Suz,” You pay, pulling out a straw from the holder as you make your way over to your regular spot, drinking a little bit to quench your thirst. You looked around, noting that it was emptier than usual, but maybe this Friday people just weren’t up for metal music and room-temperature beer.

But the more closely you looked, the more confused you got. The stage was empty, which wasn’t unusual, but none of their usual pieces of equipment were up there, instead replaced by a lone maraca resting on a stool. And you were sure that the last time you checked, none of the four members used that instrument.

Your forehead wrinkled in bewilderment,

“Hey, Suz?” You called out as you turned in your seat, looking over to see him cleaning out a cup, “Are they playing tonight?”

She opened her mouth to speak but paused as her gaze fell to something behind you, giving you a knowing grin, jutting her chin to something behind you as she went back to cleaning her cup.

“Sorry, but,” You perked in your seat at the familiar voice, glancing back to see Eddie Munson standing right there, hovering over the seat next to you as he gave you an apologetic look, “Gareth’s got carpal tunnel at the moment. Can’t really work any magic on the drums when the hand holding the wand is immobile.”

Your eyes widen for a second, mouth running dry as if the weeks of preparing yourself to just talk to him had fallen short on you. He leaned against your little table, staring at you through furrowed grows as you gaped up at him.

“Oh…” You swallowed, rubbing nervously at your nose as you gave him an awkward chuckle, “Well, that um, that - that sucks.” And you watch as Eddie grins boyishly at your stammering, clicking his tongue against his teeth.

“Tell me about it.”

You feel like your heart was about to beat out of your chest, the silly little crush that was growing on the boy surely about to be the death of you as you try to adjust yourself to look less gauche. It was stupid, really, just how minuscule you felt under his gaze, and even when he’d walk by you could feel your body heat up. You watched through nervous eyes as he silently motions to the empty seat next to you, a quiet question as you slowly nod.

“Fortunately, Per said he’d fill in on the, uh…” He motioned his hands to the maracas, “Cha-cha instruments.” A small giggle falls past your lips as you snort into your drink, some of the soda splashing on your cheeks as Eddie grins in triumph.

“Per?”

“Yeah, well, his name’s Casper but…” He shrugged, his nose wrinkling, “I can’t say that name without thinking of Casper the friendly ghost.” And your already contagious smile grows as you lean a bit on the table, your hand rubbing at the little beads of water falling down the sides of your drink.

He stared at you for while you took another tentative sip, your fingers drumming on the table as you rubbed at your nose. Yeah, he thought, you were really pretty up close.

“So…” You bit your lip as you tried to think of what to say, your leg bouncing up and down as you looked up at him, “When do you think you’ll be able to play?”

Eddie couldn’t help but feel his lips tilt upwards at your genuine curiosity, pursing his lips as he tried to think.

“A week, maybe two. Don’t sweat on it, Gareth’s got abnormal healing time.”

You nod, biting the inside of your cheek, trying to contain your smile. You glance away as you twirl the straw around in your drink, the afternoon sun lighting up your features as Eddie stares at you, unknowingly. He couldn't help it. He thought you’d be off-put by him, giving him a short answer as you slowly pretended like he didn’t exist, but he wasn’t prepared to be bombarded with the same treatment you give everybody else.

“What about you?” He sits up in his seat at the question as you take another sip, looking him in the eyes as you wait for an answer.

“What about me?” He says through a little laugh, tilting his head to the side as you duck your chin down in embarrassment, heat flooding your cheeks under his scrutinizing gaze.

“Your fingers,” You muttered as you pointed to his hand, “Don’t they hurt? With playing the guitar and all?”

He looked down at his fingertips, the little indents from the guitar strings still there even after days of not playing, but he waves it off.

“Soak them in ice-cold water right afterward and don’t feel a thing,” He pauses, scratching his chin, “Might be because my fingers go numb from the cold, but it works.” You laugh again, the sound sweet and soft as a bell as your eyes wrinkle around the edges, your cheeks pulled up in the fullest way and he can’t help but understand why everybody at the school loved you so much.

“Y/n.” You say, sticking out your hand, your palm facing the left as you sit up a bit straighter in your seat. Eddie huffs, his hand grasping yours as shakes it lightly, his fingers lingering on the back of your hand.

“Eddie.” He mirrors and you give him a sheepish smile, embarrassed as you nod.

“I know. I’ve been coming here, and it’s-” You swallowed as your fingers fiddled with each other, “It’s hard to miss your name.”

Eddie contains a grin, cocking a brow at you as he interlaces his hands together, leaning back in his seat as he rubs at the corner of his eyes, the little dimples on the sides of his face about to make an appearance as you wait for him to say anything.

“Yeah,” He shakes his head in disbelief as he lets out another chuckle, “Yeah it’s kinda hard to believe that if I’m being totally honest.”

Your little smile falls as concern fills in.

“Hard to…believe?”

He nods, his curls bouncing as he tucks some of his loose hair behind his ear, fidgeting with some of his rings as he clicks his tongue, leaning into the table as you nervously sip on your drink.

“Well, the golden girl of Hawkins High just never really struck me as the type of person to…enjoy metal music, with the, y’know…” Eddie explains as he imitated pom-poms and you roll your eyes as you twirled the ice around, watching as the bubbles of carbonation rose to the top and popped.

“You guys do play a lot of Ozzy for die-hard metal fans. I’d prefer a bit of Pantera or Anthrax but,” You shrugged, never breaking eye contact as you take a sip, “I guess I’m just not into it as much as you are.”

Eddie almost choked on his spit, his eyes widening as you innocently looked up, a teasing smile on your face as you soaked in his reaction. Fuck, he was a total goner now. The biggest fool to underestimate just how much a grasp you could have on him in seconds because you knew his music. Knew it well enough that he could barely think of a witty comeback that could save him from this embarrassment. And you were easily using that as leverage against him.

He hated how he thought that maybe he could twist you over, see just what you were up to because surely you couldn’t be coming to their gigs out of enjoyment. But maybe he was being small-minded, and maybe that small-mindedness was coming back to bite him.

“You’re just full of surprises, aren’t you?” He rubbed at his chin, perplexed by you who was sitting right there in front of him.

“I like keeping people on their toes.”

Eddie chuckled, shaking his head in disbelief as your hands fiddled with the delicate necklace you wore, moving the pendant around as Eddie tried his best to keep his eyes glued onto your face. But he felt as though you were teasing, maybe even testing him as his gaze dropped a bit, his eyes glazing over as you smirked consciously.

“Wanna see it?” He asks suddenly, and your brows instantly furrow in confusion. Eddie seemed to have been snapped out of his trance, happy to know that he caught you off-guard with his question.

“See what, Munson?” Though it could have been a genuine question, heat crawled up his neck as you used his last name, something ne never realized could sound so sweet falling off your tongue, and it took him an embarrassing couple of seconds to remember what the original question even was.

He stammered, and you tilted your head to the side, worried for him as he cracked his fingers, “The vessel that carries sound to showcase all that is good and holy with the world.” And damn you were fast to figure out what he meant because you waved off his exaggerated speech with a hand, your fingers grazing him as your shoulder shook with laughter.

“You mean your guitar?”

“Sure, if that’s what they’re calling it these days.”

Rolling your eyes you let out another giggle, ducking your head as you fiddle with the hem of your skirt, never expecting your little interaction with Eddie to go this far as he sat there waiting for your answer.

“Depends. Where is she?” Eddie smiles at your wording.

“This place is very accommodating to its attendees. She’s still in the backroom.” You purse your lips, your eyes giving away your pure excitement as you shrug unbiasedly, but Eddie could tell that you had already given in to his offer.

“Show the way,” You say, standing up from your seat as you pass Suz your empty cup, pulling at your skirt and uniform as you wait for him, “Rockstar.”

Eddie quietly groans, his eyes shutting for a second as he covers it up with a lame cough, missing the way you smiled triumphantly to yourself. Eddie muttered a couple of things to Suz, throwing her a thumbs up as the old lady sighed, shaking her head as she went back to cleaning the cups.

You felt a lingering warmth on your back, tentative and unsure as Eddie looked down at you, his doe eyes almost worried that you’d quickly change your mind and leave. But you just looked back up at him, almost defiantly as you squirm around, impatient as you wait for him to show the way.

“This way,” He jutted his chin towards one of the back doors, maneuvering around the sea of chairs and tables as he trailed a bit in front of you, opening the door with a happy little grin, seeing that they still hadn’t locked it yet.

You followed him down a small halfway, stopping at another door as he jiggled the knob around, a sigh of relief escaping his lips. Partially because he knew his guitar was in there and didn’t want to go through the trouble of breaking down another door to get it.

The room was cramped, with a tiny little couch up against one wall, a mirror, and a chair facing you as you looked around in curiosity. You saw Eddie head for a black case resting on the couch, and you quietly shut the door behind you, a little bit awkward as you wondered to yourself what you were doing.

“There she is…” Eddie murmured to himself, gently taking his guitar out while he proudly showed it off, his hands gentle as he watched your face break into a big grin. You walked over, crouching down by the couch to get a closer look.

“Holy shit,” Your fingers hovered over the gloss, careful not to touch it as you looked at him in approval, “Warlock. You’ve got taste, Munson.”

Eddie’s heart squeezed his throat in a grip because how could he talk to you now? Knowing that you could dominate over every single field and he’d probably have zero knowledge in comparison to you.

“Y-yeah, you could say that. Either that or I just hate my savings.” You giggle, shaking your head as you sit back down, careful that your skirt didn’t move that much as your palm ran over the carpet.

“You’re dedicated.” You correct him and Eddie gives you a goofy smile, putting his hair behind his shoulder as he stares at his guitar and then back to you. There was a beat of silence, and you tapped your shoe on the ground, debating on whether or not to tell him something that had been weighing on your mind.

“I have a question.”

Eddie cocks a brow, stopping as he was mid-putting his guitar back in the case as he looks down with interest.

“Shoot.”

“Are you self-taught? Private instructor? Anybody who’s helped you out?” You ask, stammering out as you nervously play with your fingers, bending them back and forward as Eddie huffs out another laugh.

“Self-taught,” His head tilts to the left as a ghost of a smile lingers on his lips, “Why do you ask?”

You shrug, pouting a bit as you sit on your calves, now in front of him as you glance shyly at his guitar.

“I’ve been interested, and I don’t really know anybody who can play.” You explain your voice dying off in the end as Eddie just stares, his hands twitching as he squints his eyes at you.

“There’s a guitar club at school, y’know.” You wave that off, shaking your head in frustration because you’ve already gone back and forth on that very idea. It just didn’t play out well in your mind, joining this late in the year.

“Who can play well.”

Even you could now see the bright blush that overtakes his face, he moves his hand to his mouth, rubbing at his chin to keep himself from looking like a total fool as you look up hopefully at him.

“If you’re trying to flatter me, it’s working very well.” He muttered, moving his guitar so that it lay over his lap. He motions for you to move up a bit, and you oblige, standing up as he tries to make room for the two of you on the small couch.

“Yeah?” It felt like the words were sticking to the back of your throat, caught on your tongue as Eddie nodded slowly, eyes darkening as you swallowed thickly. The air was getting hotter and you felt like you could barely breathe.

“Yeah,” He muttered, his voice as dim as yours moving around in his seat feeling little beads of sweat roll down his neck.

This was really bad, he told himself over and over as a reminder, you were untouchable.

But maybe you didn’t seem to wholeheartedly agree with that ideology.

“Eddie?”

“...yeah?” He loathed how his eyes kept falling down to your lips as if he couldn’t make his feelings any more obvious. You grinned a bit, trying to contain it as you hitched your leg up onto the cushion, your knees touching as Eddie felt his heart lurch around in his chest.

“How far does that flattery go?” He could feel your little puffs of air hitting his cheek, and he just realized how close the two of you were. This wasn’t happening, there was no way he was sitting with the queen of Hawkins High.

“Far.”

It was comically quick how quickly the two of you advanced, his hands almost moving fast than the speed of light to tug you closer into his chest as if the two of you weren’t close enough. It’s much more different than what the two of you are used to. He liked going fast, to feel your teeth clashing with one another as the two of you begin to run out of air, and the feeling is something that simply encourages him.

He could taste the chapstick that lingered on your lips, artificially sweet as they always were, but he still moaned helplessly into the kiss because he just couldn’t get enough of it.

Everything about him was driving you crazy; from the way he carefully held your thigh, to his hand smoothing down your skirt from where it had gotten flipped over. He had a cologne wrapped around his neck, and the more you moved onto his lap the more the scent flooded your senses.

Your hand moved up to his chest, wrapping around his leather jacket for leverage as you slowly pulled away, not missing how his eyes fell for a second in trepidation, worried that he was being too rough and that he’d pushed you away.

But much to his relief you gave him a small smile, your other hand coming up to his neck, fiddling with the curls of hair as you leaned down just enough so that your noses brushed up against each other.

“You alright? Too much?” He murmured gently into the skin of your jaw, his lips brushing against your cheek as you shivered in his hold, weakly nodding as you tried to regain some of your dignity.

“N-no, just fine.” And you knew you were lying to yourself because it wasn’t just fine. You could swear you’ve never been kissed like that ever before. Held so close to somebody this tenderly as if he actually wanted you there.

And before he could even continue you swooped in, some of that confidence from earlier coming into play as Eddie groaned into your lips, biting and nipping at them as they traveled down his jaw to the upper side of his neck, swollen as they attached to his pulse. His hands clenched as you sucked, licking at the spot every now and then as you made your mark on him.

He was a fucking goner.

“S-shit, that’s,” His breathing was coming out choppy, and he threw his head back to give you more space, “That’s fuckin’ perfect, sweetheart.” The little pet name fell from his mouth, accidental in nature, but it still managed to give you little butterflies as you smiled a little to yourself.

Your hands mindlessly roamed his chest, ducking under his shirt as your nails grazed the skin of his stomach and you felt it clench underneath you, his uneven breaths cute as you giggled quietly.

His mouth fell open for a second as your fingers palmed at his growing length, his eyes shutting momentarily as he pawed it through the material of his jeans, acting like a total menace as you pressed your thumb deeper into it.

Eddie went to move, to tell you that you didn’t have to but you shook your head, tugging at his zippers as you glanced up at his beet-red face.

“It’s okay, Munson,” Your fingers tug at the elastic of his boxers, his eyes already giving away his true feelings even though he felt terrible for allowing you to do this, “It’s the least I could do as your number one fan.” You pull his underwear and pants down, his cock springing free as it hits your cheek. You press a quick kiss to the tip, red in color as you clench your thighs at the sheer size of him. Forgetting where you were, you go back to attending to his hard-on, your tongue running up and down his length, spreading the precum on your tongue as he gives up, his head falling back against the wall as he grips tightly at the cushion.

His hands moved on their own, gripping the back of your head as he looked at you, a silent question in his eyes as he asked you if this was okay. When you gave him a faint nod, grinning against his tip he let out another moan, guiding you to where he wanted your mouth.

Your tongue was so, so hot as it enveloped his cock, wrapping around it as you enveloped him in your mouth, bobbing your head up and down with the help of his hand as a flurry of curses followed.

“F-fuck that’s, that’s amazing sweetheart. You’re taking me so well, shit,” He groaned as you suctioned around him, his head almost hitting the back of your throat, causing tears to spring to your eyes as he cooed at your reaction, “You’re fucking amazing, yeah? S-shit, never felt this good before, god. You’re gonna make me cum if you keep d-doing that,” He’s trembling, his thighs shaking as you grip onto them for support. His hands curl around your scalp ever so gently to make sure he doesn't hurt you in the process.

His eyes glance over to the door, widening when he realized you two had forgotten to lock it, and the sheer thought that somebody could walk in on him fucking your throat sent him into a whining mess.

“Shit, it’s not even locked,” You don’t bother to care as your hands' pump and down the places your mouth couldn’t attend to, the extra stimulation causing him to see white, “But you want that, huh? Want people to see you getting wrecked? That your makeup’s getting all ruined because you’re my number one fan?” His words make you whine a bit, “S-shit, sweetheart, they’d never guess to see their golden girl on her knees, would they?” The thought of anybody just walking in on your tear-soaked face, eyeliner smudged as it trekked down your cheeks made you moan against him, the vibrations enough to push him over the edge as he spurts all over your tongue, his eye squeezing shut as a low groan escapes his lips.

“D-damn…” His chest heaved up and down, a lazy smile gracing his lips as he tugs you back up onto his chest, his fingers delicately running up and down the expanse of your arms as he pecks your lips, his thumb swiping at your cheeks to get rid of the tears, “You’re just as much of a freak as I am, huh?” It wasn’t a question so much because the way you smiled against him told him all he needed to know.

“I’m just a very devoted fan, Munson.” You reason with him and he lets out a weary chuckle, his hands roaming up and down your back, flying under your uniform as they travel up your navel. You whine slightly when his calloused fingers find your bra, tugging it down as they flicked your little nubs, smiling at him as you go limp in his hold.

“Don’t think it’s really fair that I’m basically naked while you’re all clothed up, hm?” He asks, his brows furrowing in mock annoyance, “And as much as I love your little uniform, believe me, I do, can I get this off of you? Please?” His weariness to approach just made you even more desperate, and you dimly nod as you let him slowly remove your top, his hands skimming your sides as you let out an airy giggle at the feeling.

“Sorry,” He whispers, smiling slyly against your lips as his fingers graze the same spot in a faster manner, “Didn’t know you were ticklish.” You shake your head as you let out another laugh, too focused on how he was making you feel, inside and out, to realize he had unclasped your bra in a single flick. However, what you couldn’t miss was how he tensed up a bit, his eyes dropping as his hands cupped your tits, groaning at how soft they felt against his rough skin.

“Can you sit up a bit sweetheart?” His hands moved under your thighs, tugging at the hem of your skirt as he looked at you with those damn eyes, and you nodded again, your words catching in your throat as you struggled to find something to say to him.

“Y-yeah, here…” You stammered, helping him move the flimsy material off your leg as you tossed it off somewhere to the side. His hand traveled up to cup your ass, squeezing it as you squealed, his curls tickling your bare chest as you fell deeper into his embrace, somewhat aware of how he was careful to take your panties off. You couldn’t see what he was doing but you melted when you saw him place the now-folded clothing somewhere where it wouldn’t get soiled.

“Don’t know why I waited s-so long.” You breathed out, your huff hitting his neck as he shivered, pulling away to look up at you to see your expression.

“So long for what sweetheart?” His voice was hoarse, coming up to straddle your hips as you squirmed around on his dick, the two of you groaning slightly at the feeling, almost forgetting to answer him as he rubbed against your swollen clit.

“To just talk to you, Eddie, to do this…fuck,” And the way you muttered his name, coaxing it out of your honeyed mouth made him almost go feral. Alongside the way you were grinding on him, he felt like he was slowly losing his mind.

“Don’t know either,” He kissed your neck, his wet lips trailing down to the crevice of your collarbone, his nose rubbing against your soft skin still scented with your perfume as the smell infiltrated his senses, “Seems weird coming from my number one fan, no? Where’s the devotion, sweetheart?” You roll your eyes, laughing as your head tilts back, the sound so genuine and pure that Eddie can’t help but feel his lips tug upwards to a gentle smile.

“You’re shameless Munson. Downright shameless.”

“D’you want me to stop then?” His fingers pinched your nipple, tugging on it as you wrung your eyes shut.

“N-no, don’t…just,” Your face heated up in embarrassment as he laughed again, his hand trailing down your stomach to find our mound as you sighed out in relief, the final gratitude you had been waiting for awarded as his thumb found your clit,” Y-yeah, perfect.”

Eddie laughed, dragging his thumb up and down your bundle of nerves, flicking it back and forth as your head fell into the crook of his neck, sweat lining your forehead and lips as you sucked onto his skin, not wanting him to hear your wanton moans as his finger rubbed against your slick entrance. He prodded at the skin of your inner thigh, teasing and testing the waters as he looked up for your approval. You gave him a small nod, your breath hitching as his cold rings dragged up the burning sensation of your pussy, something you longed for him to do again even though the first time was a total accident.

“You’re so wet, f-fuck,” He muttered, eyes in a trance as he watched his fingers disappear inside your pussy, groaning instantly at the way you clamped down needily on him, his fingers coming out glistening each time he went back to pump them in, “And so tight, fuck, let me know if it hurts, yeah sweetheart?” You nod limply against him, your hands cradling his neck, afraid to let go and become a total mess as he finger fucked you.

“Mhm…” You hummed, your hot lips pressing up against him, your hands playing and tugging on his curls as he huffed out a groan, “Fuck, f-faster Eddie, it feels so g-good, mm!” Your eyes snap open when he adds another finger, his thumb still on your clit as you moan loudly at the feeling.

“Shhh,” He said, clamping his free hand over his mouth as you rid his hand, his palm glistening with your essence as he kisses your forehead the act too innocent and sweet for the way he was ruining you, “Don’t want others to hear…do you?” He tilted his head, his answer rhetorical as you shook your head, not even knowing what you really wanted, “Or maybe you do…want people to hear the way you’re being absolutely fucking ruined, yeah? To see their little cheerleader soaked?”

He adds in his third finger, stretching you out, his motions never seizing and you feel like you're about to burst all on his hand when he stops. Your eyes snap open, whining as your climax dies down, and Eddie can only offer you a grin as he carefully slides you off of him, falling to the food as he lets you get comfortable on the couch as he lewdly spreads your legs open for him, his eyes darkening as he takes in your wet pussy.

“Fuck,” He moaned, whining as he glances up at you, “You’re so fucking pretty.” And it really shouldn’t make you heat up in the way that it did after everything he’s done to you, but you can’t help the warmth that quickly spreads through your chest.

He kisses your thighs, all the way up to your pulsing cunt as he smiles against your clit, giving little licks to the nub as your legs shake in his vice grip.

“F-fuck, Munson, h-holy shit…” You can barely speak as he continues, replacing his mouth with his finger as his tongue moves down to your pussy, his nose nudging at your folds as your words edge him on.

You move against his face, your wetness staining his lips and chin as you grind up and down, his tongue working at a faster pace than your hips can go as you tug his head even impossibly closer to your heat, guiding him where you wanted him most as he kneads the meat of your thigh.

His tongue is so skilled, his finger working on your clit as your climax quickly approaches and it’s not long until your back is arching on the sofa, your eyes squeezed shut as you see white, gushing all over his pretty face as your chest heaves with labored breaths.

When he pulls away you can see the sick that lines his face, glowing in the dim light of the room as you sling your arm over your face in embarrassment, groaning as he laughed, pulling himself up by the arm of the couch as he pecks your lips, his thumbs rubbing at your cheeks as he tries to coax you to let him see you.

“There you go,” He murmurs, fingers hovering over your cheekbones as he sees your fucked out and embarrassed smile, “Prettiest eyes in the goddamn world.” You turn your head to the side, swatting at his chest as he laughs along to your adorable reaction.

“You’re a lot of bark no bite,” You whisper, turning back so that you were facing him, your fingers trailing around his chin and jaw, pulling him closer as you kiss him, biting down on his swollen lip as he grunts in surprise, smiling as you run your hands along his back and up to his neck.

“Really?”

You would have argued with him that he was, that he liked seeing you flustered but did nothing about it but he never let you because he pushed himself into you in one thrust, the size of him making you choke on your words.

“F-fuck!” Your nails dig into his shoulder, and he hisses at the way you clamp down on him, “E-Eddie! S’big, f-fuck, you’re so big,” You wail, whining as his head falls into your shoulder, kissing your neck in his own form of an apology as his hands steady themselves on your hips.

“No bite, remember?” He murmurs and you would have pushed him at the audacity, but you could barely move as he slowly began to pull out of you, his tip still feeling your flutter around him as he pushes back in, your head thumping against the wall as he holds you tightly to him, moving you up and down on his dick as he pleased.

“S’tight, f-fuck, you’re m-milinkg me right now,” He groaned as he felt your heat wrap around him, the sinful smell of both sweat and sex swirling around your intertwined bodies as he got high off of it all.

His eyes rolled back into his skull in immediate pleasure as your nails left angry marks down his back, your walls fluttering beautifully around him as he continued to fuck you, rough but gentle in a way as he moved one of his hands up to the back of your head so that it didn’t hit the wall.

“Eds, please, please, hmmm…” You whined as he quickened his pace, his cock twitching inside of you as his brow lined with sweat. He watched as he disappeared back inside of you with every thrust, your slick staining his dick as he moaned at the sight.

“Shit, shit, you’re so fucking hot right now, I’m, oh my fucking god - you’re so tight…” His hands aggressively groped your breasts, and the two of you could feel how he stuttered, his hips faltering as he was getting closer and closer to his edge. And with the way you could barely let go of him, your hand trailing down your stomach to circle at your clit, you could feel your seconds release creeping up on you.

“Eddie! E-Eddie holy fuck, d-don’t stop, please! I’m going to - I’m going to c-cum oh fuck…” And you trialed off as the words slurred, your eyes rolling back, your mouth hanging open as your tongue rolled out, all of it rolling off of you as Eddie pulled out, coming all over your naked chest with a loud groan, falling onto you as the two of you tried to catch your breaths.

Your hand finds its way into his mess of curls, pulling them out of his face as you lean down, cupping his cheeks as you sloppily kiss him, overcome with a mix of euphoria and emotions as he chuckles into it.

You giggle as he pecks your lips once again, pulling back as he flicks your forehead, his eyes squeezing shut momentarily as he tries to pull his boxers up before he gets another hard-on by just staring at your tits.

“Can’t feel my dick right now.” He murmurs as he steadies himself, not missing how you snorted as he ruined the tender moment. He went to stand up before he momentarily behinds over, kissing your forehead as he smiths out your tears, kissing the corner of your eyes as he looks around the room for your clothes.

He finds your skirt and then your uniform, his nose wrinkling as he touched the scratchy material, feeling bad that this is what you’d have to wear after he just fucked you.

“Wait…” He turned around, going to the little closet in the back room, opening it up as he rummaged around old leather jackets and ripped jeans, his eyes widening in happiness as he found a comfortable enough looking shirt, (surely more comfortable than whatever that was).

He turned around to see you already tugging your panties and skirt back up, and he held up his finding, his face gleaming with pride as he waited for you to look up. When you finally did your eyes narrowed in confusion, mid-putting your bra on as your head tilted to the side as he wiggled the shirt around by the hanger.

“This looks a bit more comfier than your uniform, no?” He says, now nervous that he had taken a step too far into whatever had just happened, his smiling dropping as his hand fell, going to put it back, his mouth opening in an already forming apology before you ran over to him, taking the shirt into your hands as you grinned up innocently at him.

“You’re such a saint,” You take it from him, setting the hanger back in the closet as you tug the old band shirt over your chest, nodding as you smile contently. This was definitely better than your uniform, “Thanks, Munson.”

Eddie stammers, nodding his head as he mutters out a quiet no problem, not able to keep his eyes off of you as you try to tug your shoes back on.

“So…” Your hand's fiddle with each other, looking back to him as you give him an awkward smile, the air around you two heating up as his gaze follows the marks he sucked onto your skin, his bite marks, and everything that wasn’t covered up by the shirt and your skirt almost made him go feral again, “You still owe me a lesson.”

His brows furrow until he laughs, remembering just what started it all as he nods, tucking his hair behind his hair as he moves around something with the tip of his boot.

“Yeah, well, for my expertise, it’s gonna cost you, sweetheart. Can’t be giving away my secrets if I’m not getting rewarded for it.” You scoff, rolling your eyes as you play with the hem of your skirt, suddenly away from how soft his eyes looked in the afternoon glow and that he had the most kissable lips you’d ever seen.

“Oh yeah…?” You laugh, your cheeks tugging up as he mirrors you, the distance between the two of you becomes smaller and smaller as each of you takes a tentative step forward, still new to whatever this was, but still yearning for more.

“Yeah,” He grinned, twirling his rings around as he shrugged, “Otherwise you’d just be robbing me blind.”

You smile like an idiot, standing on your toes, your hand cradling his cheek as you pressed a gentle kiss to his lips, a reminder of what had just happened minutes ago as his hand curled to your back, not wanting to let you go even as you slowly pulled away.

“Think that would count as a downpayment?”

He pretends to think about it, his hands rubbing the back of your neck as he slowly nods. His rings clink against each other as they rub against your flaming skin, working both to cool you down but also rile you back up.

“It’s a start.”

“I’ll take it, hellfire.” And he smiles against your lips at the nickname, kissing your cheeks and forehead as he wonders who he appeased that’s working up there to give him such a miracle, to have you the most sought-out girl in your high school to be giddily laughing away in his arms as though you two had known each other for long. You kiss his nose, going to pull away when a loud knock interrupts you, both of you freezing in your spots as your necks snap over to the door.

“Hey, uh - Eddie? Is that you, man? Listen, it’s Casper. My shows in a couple of minutes and I f-forgot my headband there. I told you how it’s my good luck charm, right? A-anyways, I really don’t want to interrupt your hanky-panky time, really. But bro, please, for the love of god, don't have your dick out when I come in."

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The Blood of Eden

|Lucifer!Aemond Targaryen x Eve!Reader|

Short Story

Masterlist of Works

Summary: Life in Eden was perfect. You lived in harmony with your husband, Adam, and all other creatures. Nothing negative ever got past the guardian cherubs at the gates, forever protected by the angels and God's love. Until one day, when you stood at the roots of the Tree of Knowledge, a serpent appeared before you. Its green body blended into the grass beneath your feet, and its amber eyes locked onto yours as it spoke words that would lead you astray and down a path of sin.

Author's Note: Let's start with this idea being unoriginal. There have been a million different retellings of the fall of Adam and Eve in fanfiction. However, I did put a lot of original thoughts into it and gave it a spin of my own. I'm not religious at all, though I was raised Methodist in a very rural and religious state. I really don't care if anyone is offended by what I wrote because what I wrote is not really about God but more so about the expectations of women, abandonment of those who claim to love you, and blind faith. It's not only applicable to religion but to everyday life with the government and other people in positions of authority in your life. With all that being said, just enjoy this for what it is... raunchy smut.

Warnings: sexism, misogyny, noncon bordering onto rape, sacrilege, religious guilt, manipulation, breeding kink (kinda?), Aemond feasts like it's the last supper, it's literally a fanfic retelling of Adam and Eve.

Word Count: 9.6k

Also, I recommend you listen to the song The Devil Is Human by Aurora or The Fruits by Paris Paloma. Both are applicable.

In the beginning, God created heaven and the Earth. The Earth was without form and void, and darkness was upon the face of the deep. The Spirit of God moved upon the face of the waters, and God said, "Let there be light," and there was light. God saw the light as good and divided the light from the darkness.

And he was there. There, beside the Lord with the rest of his brothers and sisters, he watched his God create life as he knew it.

They called him another name then and spoke of him differently, filling him with such fury and vengeance in memory. He was no longer Aemond, the morning star, God's favorite angel in his host. He was the vilest of beings, cast down into the depths of Hell with all others who followed him in punishment for his defiance against his Lord.

They said Lucifer was vain. That Satan fell from the heavens due to his great pride in his perfection, but that was untrue. There was more to the tale than just the folly of pride, than just the wickedness that so poisoned his heart against God.

Aemond believed in knowledge and free will. He disagreed with God's authoritarian control of the creatures he architected. God's creations had no control over their lives, set mindlessly on his chosen path. He kept hidden the knowledge of the Earth and psyche and all it had to give. Aemond believed he had no right to do so, for a life in blind ignorance was none at all.

He first poisoned the creature they called Adam with the emotion of loneliness despite the lush greenery and breathing life surrounding him. Then, he gathered all his fellow angels who shared his belief to rebel against their Lord. God knew that Aemond stirred the mind of his creation, Adam, and cut out his eye as he cast him and all who agreed with the now Satan below the Earth as punishment. Aemond was angered and scorned at the benevolent creator's decision.

From that moment on, he swore he would forever spurn God, devoting his existence to the opposite of his.

As a consequence of Aemond's actions and the intoxication of Adam's mind with thoughts of loneliness, God created another being. A companion to the man, derived from his rib, called woman, and her name was Eve.

Eve was beautiful. She was more beautiful than Aemond before his eye was stolen, and God doted on her with an intensity Aemond felt was purposeful. He grew mad with envy at the realization. What kind of Father would do such a thing to his son? How dare he? A benign God created a being more beautiful than the one cast out for it.

Satan was furious. He was enraged at God and the woman Eve. He spent all his days attempting to corrupt the innocent woman in their perfect Garden of Eden as retaliation.

It was a bothersome task. Eve was quite loyal to her God and her husband, Adam, for they were connected, and God's love was too strong to penetrate. Until one day, when Satan spied on the Lord and his children, hidden as a serpent within the lush green grass, and God told them there was one rule, the only sin they could commit.

The Tree of Knowledge. Its Fruit was golden, juicy, and ripe, begging the beings to sink their teeth into its soft flesh, but they could not, for their Lord forbade it.

Satan knew then that he had found a weakness within the perfect creatures and set out to exploit their flaw.

Life within Eden was joyful. You wanted for nothing and asked for nothing because God provided. You lived in harmony with your husband and all other living creatures. The lions resided in peace with the gazelles, the crocodiles on the shores with the zebras, and the wolves with the sheep. Everything worked per God's will. Worry was not a thought within your mind. Nothing negative ever got past the guardian cherubs at the gates of Eden, forever protected by the angels and your Lord's love.

God instructed you and Adam a few commands to follow within the Garden. One, you must serve your husband, for you are an extension of him, and second, you must never eat from the Tree of Knowledge. They were simple guidelines to follow.

You catered to your husband's every wish, ensuring he desired naught as you did. When Adam's mouth dried, you quenched his thirst from the babbling brooks. When his stomach rumbled with hunger, you satisfied him with the food from the Earth. It was what you desired, what gave you fulfillment and great happiness to serve your husband, as was God's will.

You were content in the Garden of Eden, yet one thought hung within your mind. It was only a whisper at first, the slight rustle of the breeze commanding one thing, and you busied yourself within the Lord's expectations in response. But it grew stronger until you could no longer ignore it and found yourself staring at the hanging aureate Fruit at the foot of the Tree.

You confided in Adam as to your troubles, but he dismissed you.

"Do not worry your little head about such things, dear Eve. God has a plan for us all and will not lead you into temptation."

You trusted him, just as you trusted the Father, but you soon forgot your once limitless bliss. More often than not, you would wake at the roots of the forbidden Tree with no recollection of how you got there, suddenly awoken, as if from a trance to the tale end of a deep timbre at the shell of your ear, demanding that you take one bite.

You prayed. You prayed, and you prayed, and you prayed until God finally deigned his presence to you, answering your pleas. In him, you confided your doubts of the memory lapses that brought you such agony until tears flowed from your eyes.

"Do you not have trust in me that I will protect you from your sins?"

"No, Father!" you exclaimed, quickly resending the words in error. "Yes, Father, of course I trust you."

"Then you must worry naught, sweet Eve, for you are a creation of me and my will. You must have trust in your devotion and obey my commands no matter the temptation."

You merely nodded at his words, an uneasy feeling churning in the pit of your stomach.

It was your fault, you soon realized, for not praying enough, for spending too much time caring for your own needs and not God's and Adam's. So, without hesitation, you threw yourself into the Lord's commands. You put your faith in him more than before and focused your time on God when not spent with your husband.

But it did not work.

You no longer felt the same joy when serving Adam and the Father; the fulfillment was replaced with bitterness and resentment for those you catered to for not helping you in your time of need. Thoughts of what would happen should you eat the Forbidden Fruit rattled in your head, infecting you with doubts as to what God's motives were in keeping you from it.

One day, when the sun was shining as it always did, warming your skin and filling the air with something sweet and floral, a serpent, greener and brightly scaled than you had ever seen, came slithering down the brown bark of the Tree of Knowledge.

You grinned at the creature, delighted to have the company of one of God's creations as you grasped it, allowing it to slide across your arms and legs until it wrapped around your torso, head resting between the mounds of flesh on your chest. Its pink, forked tongue tickled the sensitive skin there, causing giggles as it ventured further up until its emerald body wound around your neck and shoulders, smooth scales caressing the skin.

"Did God say, 'You must not eat from any tree in the garden'?" asked the serpent, and you were startled.

No animal had ever spoken to you before, and it sent a jolt of surprise through your limbs at something so foreign and unusual within your serene garden.

"We may eat fruit from the trees in the garden, but God did say, we must not eat fruit from the one that is in the middle of it, and we must not touch it, or we will die," you answered thoughtfully, a smile on your face as the snake's tongue tickled the shell of your ear.

You attempted to pull it away, slightly uncomfortable but still joyful with how close it was to your face, but the animal only swirled around your countenance and into your hair and nestled on the opposite side.

"You will not certainly die," the serpent said to you, voice sure. "For God knows that when you eat from it your eyes will be opened, and you will be like him, knowing good and evil."

Gazing at the Fruit, then back to the slit, amber eyes of the snake, you faltered. Undoubtedly, the Lord would never bar you from something like this. He loved you. You and Adam were his creations. He would never keep you from something good for you. Why would God lie if the serpent's words were valid?

"There is much wonder ahead of you, little Eve. All you must do is only take one bite."

His words were convincing, poisoning your already tainted mind into disobeying God's commands. Still, you shook your head, trying to pry the snake off, but it only slithered down your body, nestling between the flesh of your legs, small head resting on the thatch of dark hair as it peered up at you.

"No, snake," you declared with defiance, brows furrowed and plump lips pouted. "He said we would die. Why would God lie to us? He loves us!"

Aemond thought you looked so beautiful then, even more beautiful than himself with the ethereal glow that radiated from your form, but he swiftly pushed the notion aside.

"Because, if you eat the Fruit in which he commanded you not to, your eyes will be opened for what the world is. You'll understand right from wrong. You will be like him," the snake whispered, his forked tongue flicking with every sentence. "If God truly loved you, he wouldn't keep all this knowledge to himself."

Aemond could see the defiance slowly leave your expression, considering what he declared the truth. "He'll never know, little lamb. I shall never tell him. You have my word." He knew you needed one more push, the correct phrases to convince you to commit the only sin you could. "You deserve to understand. You deserve to be free from the self-sacrificing chains that bind you."

Aemond moved his scaly body from yours, sliding within the knee-high grass and into the Tree. He bit into the flesh of the Fruit as he turned to your uncertain form. He swallowed the chunk into his throat, the juice sliding down his fangs as his amber eyes stared into your wide ones.

Trepidation began to leave your mind, taking a tentative step forward as you saw that the serpent did not perish. The snake took another bite, wrapping its veridian tail around a winding branch, holding the piece out, wordlessly telling you to have a taste. You inhaled a shaky breath, an emotion you had never experienced before warming your gut and the place betwixt your thighs as you leaned, taking the golden fruit from it with your teeth.

The sweet flavor washed over your tongue, some juice dribbling past your lips and sliding down your chin as your eyes shut. You felt your mind become free, a moan breaking from the confines of your chest. Opening your eyes, the Fruit slid down your throat and settled into your stomach as you gazed at the world around you.

Suddenly, you understood everything.

Why water fell from the sky, why the grass grew, why the day always followed the night, why God told you never to eat the Fruit. You did not become his omnipotent equal as the serpent claimed. You became knowledgeable. You could comprehend the vast questions of the universe that the only answer you were told was God. You now had the free will to choose what you thought and what you did. You could decide who and what you worshiped.

God could no longer control you, so he forbade you from eating the Fruits on the Tree of Knowledge.

The snake was no longer in its place; instead stood a man with features not of this world. He adorned a crown of silver longer than your own, a pale stomach chiseled and defined with muscles and scars, a light dusting of hair trailing down to where his manhood was covered with weaved fig leaves. A long, pink scar sliced the left side of his face, the socket in which his eye should be a bright blue sapphire gem complimenting the near obsidian of the other.

Abruptly, you realized you were naked in front of an unknown man, quickly covering your breasts with your arms as he only observed.

"Who-" you stuttered, warmth filling your cheeks, "who are you?"

The man smirked, the grin pulling at his cheeks in a malicious, knowing manner that sent chills down your spine. "He never told you, did he?" the man questioned with the proud quirk of his brow, stepping closer to your trembling form. "I am called many names, sweet lamb. Satan, Lucifer, Devil, the Morning Star, Beelzebub, Mephistopheles, Iblis, the Father of Lies, and much more, but you," he answered, his now single tongue licking his white teeth, "may call me Aemond."

Your lungs shuttered, legs threatening to give out as he stood nearly a hair's breadth away. You extended an arm out, preventing him from coming closer, palm touching the smooth planes of his abdomen as you cowered under his dark gaze.

"Please, do not come any closer. I am ashamed," you implored, voice quivering as tears collected at the brim of your lashes.

"What for, little lamb? Are you now feeling the shame of having disobeyed your God, now knowing he will never love you again?" You tasted the briny water on your tongue before you felt them, whimpering and flinching as Aemond brought his thumb to your cheek, stroking the tears that clumped your lashes. "I shall love you, Eve, more than your God ever could."

A scream scratched your throat as Satan's hands grabbed your waist, fingers digging into the soft skin until you were sure they would burrow through, your bare breasts touching his sculpted chest.

"You-you tricked me!" you sobbed, head moving far away from him as he licked a stripe of saltwater on your temple, groaning at the erotic taste.

"Tricked you?" he guffawed, snatching your hair. "No, sweet lamb, I saved you."

"No! No! You said I would be as God! You lied to me!" Words poured from your lips like the tears from your eyes, choking you with their excess wetness. How could you have been so foolish as to believe a talking snake? The Lord was above all and only cared for you. He provided all that you needed, yet you still gave into temptation.

"Is it power that you desire, my ignorant lamb?" he questioned, a smirk pulling at his thin, pink lips. "Do not fret, for I shall give you all that you desire and more."

Aemond's mouth slotted with yours, spearing his tongue into the wetness and exploring the soft flesh your lips kept hidden. You struggled against him in vain, nails clawing at his chest and face until they left red welts on his porcelain skin. He merely chuckled against you, grinning into the kiss as his knee made it home between your legs. You vehemently shook your skull, attempting to break from his vice-like grip on your hair.

You now understood where this was going as Aemond released you with a sickening pop only when he decided you had enough.

"Stop. I do not want this," you protested, pulling your face away from his against the force of his hand.

"But, dear Eve, you are positively wet down there. It would be a sin to leave it untouched." You could sense Aemond's grin against your skin, his lips trailing down your jaw and onto the sensitive skin of your neck, inhaling the aromatic scent of your flesh.

It had been millennia since he last had the taste of sex. He spent all that time either within the solitude of his own making or that of his fellow fallen angels. He knew that those times would not be as fulfilling as now, and a part of Aemond, deep within himself, understood that he would never wish to live without it again.

He left damp patches in his wake, unceasing in his movements until he reached the tender globe of your breast, wrapping his lips around the pert nipple and suckling like a child. The jolt of pleasure that wracked through your body was paralyzing, causing you to momentarily drop your defenses as he forced you into the tall grass below. Aemond's body weight trapped you under him, feeling every ridge and curve of his body on your own. His manhood poked at your thigh, thumping in time to the beat of your erratic heart.

"Please, have mercy on me," you cried into the heavens, hearing nothing but Satan's heavy breathing on your bosom as he moved to the other, fingers snaking down to toy at the place between your legs. "Do not touch me there! That is a place for my husband only!"

Aemond grunted, the sound vibrating your chest as he unlatched with a half-lidded expression. "And who told you that, little lamb? Your God? The same God who kept you from all the world has to offer?"

You couldn't deny his words, gazing away from the beast before you. Aemond's arms wound themselves around your legs, keeping you at his mercy as he brought your womanhood onto his watering mouth. You shuddered uncontrollably with every lick he placed onto your throbbing core, unable to silence the high-pitched mewls that escaped your throat at the actions.

His tongue was so warm and soft, involuntarily making your muscles relax in his embrace as he lapped at your folds, moldable lips curling around the bud at the top to lav it in particular attention. It felt so good you could not help but buck your hips into him, curling your digits into his hair and back arching as the wet muscle slid into your entrance. Aemond's tongue caressed your insides with the tenderness of a butterfly's kiss, stroking along a rough patch that had you seeing the stars above.

You were unsure of what came over you. The only thought in your mind and nerves being more, more, more as your movements became greedy. You ground your womanhood onto his face and shoved his nose further into you, the bridge of it providing delicious friction onto your bud. You did not care if he could breathe. It felt like a beast had possessed you, puppeteering your movements with only one goal.

Release.

You grew impervious if God or Adam heard your cries of pleasure, knowing only of the Devil betwixt your thighs that now suckled your bud as if it were your breast, causing your heels to dig into the soft soil. At this moment, you did not regret taking a bite from the Forbidden Fruit. It brought you the knowledge of ecstasy you had no idea existed. If all sins brought you the promise of this pleasure, then you would gladly and unthinkingly commit them.

A fist formed within your stomach, tensing your gut as Aemond opened his jaw wider to incorporate all of your meat into his mouth, swallowing your juices as he did to the Fruit.

He knew he had you hooked, his cock thudding painfully with arousal as he rutted in the dirt. This was just as gratifying for him as it was for you. Not only did he have the satisfaction of corrupting God's favorite in the Garden of his creation, but he also had her begging and wanton within the palm of his hand, ripe for the taking. Aemond understood there was only one last thing he must do before he could finally destroy God's most precious creation.

He knew you were close. You only needed one more push, as you did before, to finally fall off the edge so you could become his in sin. He doubled his efforts, slurping obscenely at your puffy cunt until it nearly drowned out your moans.

You couldn't breathe, your breath coming out in pants as your legs clamped down on Aemond's perfect silver head, shrieking into the skies as you felt your first peak crash into you. Wave after wave hit your body as never before, tears leaking onto your temples as your back arched in ecstasy. It felt like honey had been poured into your veins, leaking onto Aemond's face as you spasmed around him.

His thumbs delicately stroked the skin of your thighs as you became lax against him, body trembling. A smirk wound its way onto his lips as he let you go, licking your release from his lips as he eyed your drooling cunt. It was simply begging to be filled, the hole weeping for him to enter as he situated his legs under yours, settling on his haunches and tearing the fig leaves from his groin.

You were too blissed out to comprehend the happenings around you, head lulled to the side and eyes shut as he parted your glistening folds with his thumbs. Finally, you looked down at Aemond's ruddy cockhead kissing your entrance. Long-forgotten fear suddenly filled your chest, replacing the pleasure you had found before.

You did not want him to take you. While you had gone against your husband and God with his mouth on your flesh, you did not desire for your virtue to be stolen by him. It was still Adam's right to do so, and you quickly squirmed beneath him, attempting to slide your back along the flattened grass. Aemond grunted in admonishment, pulling your hips back to his own as he locked them around his waist.

"You run from me still," he stated more than asked with a curious tilt of his head. If you had not known better, you would've sensed the slight hurt laced under the bass of his voice. "There is nowhere for you to go, sweet Eve. Your God will not possibly love you after what you have committed here."

Tears, not from pleasure, welled in your eyes as you stared up at him. His face was impassive, concentrating on lining his cock with your virginal hole. When Aemond finally breached the tight entrance, your cries were heard in the heavens, causing the unseen eyes of God to search for you.

It hurt, impossibly so, and the pain did not stay within the assaulted area, traveling through your walls and down to the tips of your toes. You sobbed uncontrollably, vision blurred from agony and tears as he tore through you to the hilt.

"Oh, God, please," you blubbered, unable to withhold your sobs of torment any longer. "Please, have mercy, I beg of you."

"Does it hurt?" Aemond asked saccharine, disregarding your pain with a mock tenderness in his tone. You nodded, weakly pushing at his pelvis as another stretch of pain speared you. "Do not worry. It shall only last for a moment. It will be nothing compared to the hundreds I have spent locked away within the depths of Hell, cast out as no longer one of God's favorites."

You whimpered, tears leaking from your eyes and muddying the ground below. You felt a dampness between your legs, different from the previous sensation, and trained your gaze onto Aemond's manhood. Blood covered his shaft and porcelain thighs, smearing the viscous liquid across his pelvis and staining the light dusting of hair there red.

Aemond wanted this to be painful for you-wanted you to feel every ounce of heart-wrenching agony he felt when his Father cast him out of the heavens. It was the closest he could get to hurting the one he desired.

"Please, stop," you choked, attempting in vain to free yourself once more. "It's too much. I-I cannot take it." You felt your head become full, a disorientating wave rolling through your mind as your vision darkened.

Aemond did not let you stay in that unfeeling state for long, moving his digits to rub circles over your swollen bud and sparking your body back to life with a drawn-out whine. He could not have you unconscious for this. He wanted you to feel everything-every shiver that ran up your spine, every touch of his skin on yours, every begrudging clench of your suffocating walls around his girth as he rutted into you.

Soon, that familiar tingle within your stomach began to grow, causing a wet clicking sound to emanate from your womanhood and a creamy, white ring to form around the base of his cock. The shame mixed with slowly rising high fogged your brain, unable to focus on anything other than the moist slap, slap, slap of Aemond's hips against yours.

You could no longer stand the sight of his sculpted body above yours, sun rays shining behind his silver hair in a juxtaposing halo as you turned your vision to the swaying blades of grass beside you. He cooed tenderly at your disgrace, bow lips forming a mock pout and grabbing your jaw to return your misty eyes to his.

"So pretty. Prettier than me," Aemond murmured to himself rather than you, cheeks squished underneath the pressure of his digits. "God did well with you, I am loathed to confess."

You struggled to remove your face from his grip, his fingers digging in meanly in response to your resistance as pleasure mounted with every kiss of his head to your sweet spot. Hiccuping in time with his thrusts, you sobbed, eyes rolling into their sockets as Aemond continued to swirl your abused nub until more wetness was released from inside.

"Poor thing," he purred, an uneasy grin wrinkling the blushed scar on his face. "Sweet little lamb, there is no use resisting the evils of this world. Give in to me once more, and you shall be free from all that ails you. Free from a God who does not love you... not like I can."

You tried to deny his words, refuting his claims internally with a shake of your head. God's love was unyielding; it was more bountiful than the fruits and vegetables in the Garden of Eden. Satan could not possibly love you more than him-accept you more than your creator did. He was a liar. Aemond was a snake. He deceived you once before, and he was doing it again.

Only God could love you unconditionally for who you were, sins and all. You trusted that he would see your innocence in all this and allow you a chance of forgiveness. He would absolve you of your transgressions here today, for he was a benevolent being who understood you were the victim of Satan's trickery.

That was the only fact in which consoled you enough for your walls to finally release, gushing your second peak all over Aemond's glistening, scarlet cock. It enveloped you in rapture, causing you to shriek and uncontrollably quiver as it ran through your bones like the stampede of wild horses that frolicked in the Garden.

Aemond sang your praises from above, reminding you of the hymns the angels recited as his movements became rougher, more frantic as if to chase something. It prolonged your high just that much longer, and you were powerless to hold still with the animalistic positioning of his hips, both fists burrowing into your waist as his strength rubbed your back raw on the flattened foliage.

Aemond came with a shuddering growl, thrusting into you to extend his peak to the fullest. "Yes, take it. Fucking take my seed and give me my army like the good little lamb you are."

Your limbs twitched as the aftershocks of your release wore through you, his words lost on your ears. Mind numb and form pliant his movements slowed, noiseless groans rumbling the hollow of Aemond's chest. He had not felt this fulfilled since the day he was constructed, observing the pearly liquid leak from your overfilled cunt as he parted your folds with his thumbs.

You indeed were a sight to behold, and although he abhorred the notion, he believed you were God's most extraordinary conception, above even that of himself. His pride would never allow him to admit such a thing aloud, and he was content with the idea that no one but himself would ever know of it.

Aemond pulled out of your abused heat with a squelch and a quiet whimper from you, observing his seed as it ran to the ground below. He had planted in more ways than one and was content with the thought as he slipped into the shadows of his serpentine form. Still there as before, always watching yet unseen with a grin crinkling the corners of his vision.

His exit went unnoticed by you, too blissed to realize he had abandoned you despite your fragile state. Your chest heaved as you regained your breath, wiping away the sweat at the back of your brow as you slowly return your gaze to between your legs, finally understanding that Aemond was no longer within your presence. It caused a sinking feeling at the pit of your stomach, a frown adorning your once glowing features as you looked to the uninhabited Garden, confusion furrowing your brow.

Why had Aemond abandoned you? Had you done something wrong?

You could not help the feeling of loneliness that crept up your body, caging you within its dark claws. Releasing a shuddering breath, you sniffled, steeling your will as you attempted to stand, seeking the physical and spiritual comfort that only Adam and God could provide. A sharp, burning sensation radiated from your womanhood and caused you to crumble to your knees. You did not withhold your tears as they stung your eyes, wincing in great pain as you tried to stand once more, only to fail.

The sound of the softly crunching grass perked your ears, revealing that you were soon not alone. Hastily, you hid behind a tree, its tall trunk obscuring your naked body from the visitor.

"Where are you?" the voice of God called out, searching for his beloved creation. You swallowed the lump in your throat, mouth becoming dry as anxiety cinched your heart.

The air no longer held its same warmth, filling you with unease.

"Here, my Lord," you answered shakily, voice softer than the breeze that swept through your locks as you poked your head from behind the tree.

"Why are you hiding?" he asked kindly, and with no hint that he knew what you had done, the smell of incense wafting into your nose.

"I heard you in the Garden, and I was afraid because I was naked," you responded demurely, eye focused on the ground below, "so I hid."

God's silence scared you enough to bring your tearful gaze to his, body shrinking into itself as he observed you. "Who told you that you were naked? Have you ate from the Tree in which I commanded you not to?"

You did not answer him right away, inhaling a shaky breath of aromatic wind as you hugged your arms closer to your body. Shame filled you to your core, having lost the confidence in God's forgiveness now that you were met face to face.

"The serpent deceived me, and I ate," you cried, falling at his bare feet in humiliation. "I fell into temptation and disobeyed your command. Please, forgive me, Father, for I have sinned in the only way you told me not to!" you begged, hands clasped into a fist, uncaring of your bare form before his eyes.

God no longer looked at you with the same love and adoration as you were accustomed to, eyes now filled with fury and hate you never knew him capable of. He turned away from you, vision trained on something within the lush, knee-high grass you could not see.

"Because you have done this, cursed are you above all livestock and all wild animals! You will crawl on your belly, and you will eat dust all the days of your life!" he raged at the emerald serpent, who only stared at him with unblinking, slanted, amber eyes.

So Aemond had not abandoned you, you realized fleetingly, a flame of hope and gratitude flickering in your chest before God turned to you again.

"I will make your pains in childbearing very severe; with painful labor, you will give birth to children. Adam shall not receive the punishment I bestow upon you, and your desire will be for your husband, who will rule over you," he seethed, index finger pointing accusingly. "Cursed is the ground because of you! Through painful toil, you will eat food from it all the days of your life. It will produce thorns and thistles for you, and you will eat the plants of the field. By the sweat of your brow, you will consume your food until you return to the ground since you were taken from it!"

You wailed, helplessly so, crumbling on your knees before God as you prayed the forgiveness he claimed his love rought but received none. "For dust you are, and to dust you will return," he declared, a roar of thunder clapping through the sky despite the blue of it as he vanished as quickly as he came.

You collapsed on all fours, digging your fingers into the soil, sod sticking under your nails as you sobbed. Cries of despair shook your body, clawing your throat raw as your tears watered the grass below.

God had abandoned you when you needed him most. He scorned you as blood stained your thighs and bruises littered your skin. You felt hopeless-helpless in your isolation that combined with bitterness in your broken heart.

What kind of God disregarded those who worshiped the ground he walked on? You devoted your existence to glorifying him, you put your undying trust into him, and when you needed him most, he punished you. This was his fault.

You confided your troubles to the Father, who dismissed you, blaming you for your plights and saying that the only solution would be sacrificing more of yourself until nothing was left. And you listened ignorantly. You followed the shepherd God like the lamb Satan claimed you to be, and this is where he left you. Alone with only the sounds of chirping birds and crickets with the scent of mud clinging to your flesh.

Fury scratched its way out of your soul as you screamed, pounding your fists again and again and again into the dampened sod until you left impactions in your wake. You mourned for the loss of the life you once knew, now replaced with hardship and permanent subservience to your already king husband.

You hated Adam for dismissing you. You hated God for condemning you. An inferno of emotions you had never felt burned at your insides, charring them until nothing was left but blackened rot.

You felt the familiar smooth scales of a snake wind itself across your torso in an almost comforting manner, slithering down your arm and raising gooseflesh before you quickly snatched it by the hinge of its jaw.

You stared into the tan color of its iris, your tears drying and cracking your cheeks. "I should kill you," you spat, meanly pinching the vertebrae behind the serpent's glimmering green head.

"Do it, little lamb. Kill me," he hissed, a challenging gleam in his beady stare. He knew you could not do it just as you did, but it did not quell the anger in your heart.

You glared at Aemond in rage, eyes puffy and red as your chin trembled. The idea ran through your head as if it happened before you, smashing his small arrow-shaped skull with a stone until his bones and brains were mush. It gave you great joy to imagine, envisioning the smell of his coppery blood as it stained the ground as your tears did, yet you did not move. You stared at Aemond, teeth clenched as you observed the rosey flicking of his forked tongue.

"Show yourself to me," you declared, placing his slender body on the ground as your brows set in a firm line.

Slowly, before your eyes, you no longer saw a serpent but a man. The same man who stole your virtue and surrendered you to ensure the wrath of God alone, kneeling in front of you.

"You left me." The words weighed on your tongue like rocks, not fully admitting what you wanted to say due to your pride.

Aemond's gaze flicked over your naked form, taking note of the welts and essence he left behind. "I did," he replied, voice impassive.

You let the silence hang, ire still evident in your expressions as you observed his stoic face. What would ending his life do? While it would give you great pleasure to seek revenge on someone, it would not change God's decision or your fate. It would not make Adam see you as an equal and not a being less than him.

As if Aemond could sense your inner turmoil, he took your shaking hand in his, steadying it with a gentleness you did not know him capable of. It startled you, causing you to flinch, but he held firm. Was this the true Aemond or another side of him? Was he as wicked and cruel as he was when he stole your virtue, or was that simply a response to the same abandonment he felt from the Lord?

Suddenly, you understood him. You were both creatures victim of a callus and vengeful God who only found love in blind obedience-a God who did not want his ultimate authority ever brought into question. He did not like those who did not follow him in unthinking faith. He wanted lambs, not autonomous beings with thoughts and ideals. He desired those who would serve him and his teachings without question, no matter the harm it would do.

You would serve no God or man but yourself.

Swiftly, you shoved Aemond onto his back with a thud, straddling his waist as you pinned his wrists beside his fanned-out silver hair. You gazed into his eyes, a completely black obsidian orb and an expressionless sapphire one staring back, searching for something as you leaned over his sculpted face, your breath fanning across his skin. Slotting your nose with his, you felt a surge of possession overcome you, poking your moist tongue from between your lips and licking a stripe up the raised flesh of his scar.

Aemond shuddered beneath you, his hardening cock stirring to life between your folds. It felt empowering to know that you affected him as much as he did you, and a smile graced your wet mouth at the realization. You removed yourself from him, observing the way his glistening chest heaved, gradually forming a blush to the pale flesh from the heat of your body.

The dried blood and spent coating your thighs flaked annoyingly on your skin, sticking onto Aemond's hips in brittle chunks as a smirk adorned your features. "You ought to clean me up after what you did," you jeered, sliding your palms down his arms. "It is disgraceful to leave the woman you fucked in such a disheveled state."

Aemond watched you in what only could be described as wonder as you brought your womanhood to hover over his visage, hands now digging into your plush waist. His mouth watered at the sight before him, the blood coating your groin, his seed still weeping from your entrance. He was proud to have left his mark on your perfect body, spoiling you against God.

Oh, how you had changed from the sweet, innocent, unknowing little lamb he met you as...

You arched a quizzical brow, lips in a thin line as you waited for Aemond to stop his ogling and give what you asked. "Go on," you urged with the tilt of your head, voice holding a coldness you had never heard.

Aemond did not hesitate, bringing your core to his mouth as warmth spread throughout your body. He followed your commands earnestly, eagerly cleaning the mess as that familiar pleasure sprouted. You had not realized there was a tenseness to your muscles until his tongue forced you to relax, laving the crust of his seed and your essence around your cunt.

The sheer dominance at having the Devil himself betwixt your legs was intoxicating, releasing guttural, wanton moans as his aquiline nose brushed against your throbbing bud. Aemond let out a contented sound at the salty and coppery taste sliding down his throat, believing he had never had such a divine essence in his mouth until now.

"You are God's most vile creation, tricking and tempting innocents into your desires," you snarled, undulating your hips across his mouth. "Now, it is time for me to treat you the same."

You could see your blood staining the area around his mouth and nose, creating the most beautiful, debauched shade of scarlet on his skin as he focused his efforts on the button at the top of your mound. Uncaring whether Aemond could breathe, you dug your fingers into his hair, pulling at the roots as your legs tightened around his head.

He began to lap at your entrance, his spit stinging the raw skin and creating a delicious burn of pain and pleasure as he stroked the rough patch between your walls. You were in control, the vicelike grip around Aemond's skull giving him no choice but to bring you the ecstasy, the thought setting your nerves a light. It filled you with more satisfaction than when he was there previously, having him at your mercy. You were his God now. He worshiped your cunt as you did the Lord every moment of your life.

Removing your fingers from Ameond's hair, you intertwined them with yours, guiding them to your neglected breasts as you continued to grind against his face. He pinched and flicked your nipples taught, sending jolts of bliss through your veins and straight to your aching cunt.

The musky scent of sweat and bodies hung in the once-floral environment, infecting the air with your shared sins. Aemond's darkness infiltrated your head, the toxic sludge poisoning your mind further into wanting things only the most despicable creatures desired. You hoped for Adam to happen upon you both, to see what he was missing under God's thumb, to have him realize that you were not less than simply because the Lord told him so.

The same knot as before wound inside your stomach, your body trembling and tensing all over as Aemond's fists left your soft breasts and landed on your hips, pushing your core further onto his mouth. Your muscles went slack at the intensity of his movements, leaning back and balancing your weight on your palms on both sides of him.

Aemond's cock flickered at the edge of your vision, a ruddy and almost angry-looking head weeping a pearlescent liquid. You had not seen his cock in its full glory until now, bluish veins running along the underside of his long, flesh-colored shaft as it twitched with every flick of his tongue.

The sight made your mouth water, wishing to take him as he did you, but could not from this angle. You instead held a shaking arm out, grasping his member in your delicate hand. Aemond's hips bucked in response, surprise covering his chiseled, angelic features, focus unfaltering. You pumped him experimentally a few times, observing which strokes and squeezes made his toes curl and legs bend.

You eventually discovered a pace and grip that had him moaning into your core, sending a gratifying vibration through you, watching as Aemond's slit leaked more milky liquid, nearly disappearing under the blanket of his blushed foreskin. His ministrations plucked at the knotted threads one by one, leading you closer and closer to your release before you stopped yourself short, lungs stuttering at the loss of ecstasy.

Hastily, you removed your cunt from his mouth, his lips and tongue chasing after it in want. You smiled at the slight frown on his glistening lips, placing your womanhood on the throbbing heat of his cock and leisurely grinding your hips against him. Aemond groaned throatily into himself, attempting to stifle it with a thrust, palms finding themselves back on your waist to assist.

"Put it in you," he demanded, voice hoarse as his hips rolled with yours. While he wanted to give you the lead, he could only take so much, perspiration dampening his brow and testing his patience.

You ceased your movements, roughly snatching his cock in a brutal ironclad grip and gracing a reprimanding slap to his cheek as punishment for his demands. "You shall not command me," you growled, harshly stroking the smooth flesh until he hissed in discomfort. "No longer shall I wait hand and foot on men or follow those in blind faith. I will serve only myself for I am my own creation."

Aemond could not hide his lopsided smirk at your words, pride filling his chest. His plans had come to fruition. He caused God's favorite daughter to go astray and see him for what he was. Finally, another being in the vast cosmos understood his pain. It bound you to him, a realization you were gradually accepting.

"I am the neglected child that burns the village down to feel its warmth. I will spurn God and all men he creates," you hissed, positioning your hips above his cock with agonizingly slow movement.

Yes, Aemond thought. Yes, yes, yes, succumb to your dark desires.

"I will sow the seed of doubt and sin with the fruits of my labors. My children will infect their minds and bodies, inspire animosity and harm to others. They shall start wars and believe in gods that are not true," you declared, the heat of your rage warming Aemond's cold heart.

You slid him inside, your walls choking his cock with a profound sigh. He stretched you deliciously, the hurt a welcomed feeling as his head reached so far inside you felt as if it kissed your womb. You began to slowly work yourself atop him, still unaccustomed to the feeling and letting out noiseless mewls of satisfaction. Aemond's cockhead rubbed at your sweet spot with every undulation, sending webs of pleasure to stick to your bones.

Control was intoxicating, watching Aemond puff and struggle to accept that he was beneath you, helpless but to take the same pleasure he forced on you. You understand now why God kept you from the Tree. No one should have this much authority.

"No longer am I the sheep but now the wolf that kills the herd and the shepherd," you express with a prolonged breath.

Aemond sighed and nodded his head briskly, agreeing to whatever you said so long as you kept him inside your warm cunt. You continued to grind yourself against him; the combination of satisfaction within your body and on the out sent a new wave of slickness from your core. Your bud tantalizingly rubbed the firm muscle of Aemond's pubic mound, the hairs adding a different texture that spread a great heat underneath your skin.

"I will supply you an army of my blood and your seed. We shall wreak vengeance on God. He will know the pain he has caused ten-fold," you gasped, moving yourself up and down with the muscles of your abdomen and thighs.

Aemond wished for you to go slower, yet faster. The sensation of just laying there, taking it, unable to regain control he had grappled with all his life, was mind-numbing. Your words kindled the flames that licked his gut. The idea of you creating life with your flesh, the unspoken sacrifice of excruciating agony you would willingly put yours through, made him combust, his hot seed sprouting and planting into your walls at an embarrassing speed.

You grinned at the feeling of his spend taking home inside you, having only been riding him for mere moments before he came. It stoked your ego, inflating it into a size that rivaled Aemond's as he whimpered below you, curling into himself. You refused to stop despite his pleas of overstimulation. You had not reached your fulfillment yet, and you had no intention of halting it.

Men like him deserved to suffer, albeit pleasurably. If Aemond meant what he said when he convinced you to eat the Fruit, that you would have the power you subconsciously craved, this would be a consequence. You would push him to the brink of painful ecstasy to ensure your end, as he certainly would for you. It was equality, after all.

"Does it hurt?" you cooed, repeating his words as you leaned over his heaving body, continuing your ministrations. "Now you know how it feels to be so helpless to your body, to the pleasures of the flesh one can give you."

Aemond understood with the voice in the back of his mind that he could easily overwhelm you. Your physical strengths were no match for him, but he wanted you to have a taste of the power beings like him and God possessed.

You stroked the delicate skin of Aemond's visage tenderly, contrasting the intricate movements of your hips as you greedily chased your high. You were smashing your lips against his, creating a mess of teeth and moans as you led his hand down to the apex of your thighs, wordlessly commanding him. Aemond bucked and twitched, unable to control himself as he felt another agonizing release crest at his lower back. If Aemond wanted this torture to be over, he would have to earn it.

You forced his fingers to draw firm, sloppy circles around your swollen bud, groaning as a shudder wracked your body, your release winding right in your stomach. Finally, you removed your mouth from Aemond's, sucking in a ragged breath of air as you shuddered over him. Your hips gradually began to stall, the muscles within your thighs burning with inexperienced exertion as Aemond gazed at your damp face with besotted amazement.

Your ethereal glow had vanished, no doubt as punishment for your disobedience, but he did not believe it affected your beauty. You were divine in Aemond's eyes, not only in appearance but in representation. The Lord could create things out of dust, but you, you could make things out of your essence. While God still could raise his creations with love and dominance, they could always reject their Father, for they were made from nothing, but your children could not escape you, their mother's blood. This was a power God would never possess, a strength he had kept hidden from you until Aemond opened your eyes.

He believed that the Lord purposely kept you blind from this quality of yourself. It was partially the reason why he groomed you to think you were less than him and Adam, for if you knew the true power that was made into the very biological code of your being, you would understand that you and God were equal. There is no influence as powerful as a mother's, and even God could not deny that.

You felt your peak rising with every swipe of Aemond's digits and every tremble of your legs, chest heaving and sweat dripping down your sternum. Eventually, Aemond's overstimulation gave way to pleasure, helpless and near lightheaded as he attempted to chase the salty droplets on your breasts. He licked and sucked at your nipples, rolling them between his tongue and teeth with every groan.

Finally, you came with an Earth-shattering cry, your walls subconsciously milking Aemond for all his worth as his movements continued on your bud. You shivered and shuddered as your climax seized your muscles, lungs unable to inhale a grounding breath as each wave crashed into you and rattled your bones. He wanted to prolong your high, seeking gratification in your own until he busted, cock once again filling your womb with his seed. He whimpered underneath you, back arching and legs bowing, the sound like the sticky, saccharine honey you licked from your fingers for breakfast every morning.

Collapsing into Aemond's hard chest, you felt his spend leak from your cunt. You had never felt so complete, so unequivocally stuffed and sated, that you felt yourself drift into a plane of the unknown existence. Perhaps this was what heaven felt like? The thought rattled in your brain as you blinked leisurely, gaze fuzzy. Perhaps pleasure like this was what God wanted to protect you from, not autonomy and sentience. Maybe he knew that if you or Adam ate the Forbidden Fruit, your mind and body would be opened to vices of the flesh.

It did not matter now. What was done was done. God abandoned you and condemned you to a life of hardship, subservience, and mental and physical anguish. He left you without a care for your well-being, with blood between your legs and your innocence stolen.

Resentment reignited in your chest, pushing yourself off Aemond with a subdued grunt. He eyed you with a quirked brow, his seeing-eye now a prominent blue matching the sapphire that reflected the sun's rays in a caleidoscope of cerulean across your countenance.

You stood over Aemond's prone form, his arms winding behind his head as he gazed up at you quizzically. You could not help but admire his lithe form, body toned, the muscles of his arms and legs sculpted around his bones, tendons rippling as he stretched lazily. He was the most magnificently shaped being you had ever seen, and Aemond knew it, smirking beside himself as he watched your gaze drift to his softened member.

He suddenly seemed so much more human, the realization flicking a switch inside your mind. Aemond was an angel, yes, God's former morning star, but you did not see him above you anymore. He was no longer Lucifer, Satan, or Mephistopheles, the ruler of Hell, God's fallen attendant. To you, he was simply Aemond, a being that had titles that meant nothing now.

Yet you were no longer just Eve, for that name felt like the title of a dead woman, a woman who was blind, reedy, and ignorant to the reality of what the world had to offer, a woman who lived with blinders on her face until a serpent opened her mind. You would not thank Aemond for doing so. He did not do it out of the goodness of his heart. Just like now, how you vowed to repudiate God's will, you were a part of his plan, though you did not believe he thought it would end in this turn of events.

Aemond smiled above at you, his scar wrinkling as he raised his arm in your direction, an invitation to join him at his side. You stared at his offering with reservation, swallowing a lump you didn't realize had formed. You understood that this action was more than just an invitation to touch, your future weighing heavily in his palm. He was wordlessly giving you the option to turn away from the road ahead, to run back into the comfort of the known and away from the discomfort of the unknown. He placed before you autonomy and control of your fate, and it caused you to pause.

What would life be with the Devil at your side? Would he force you to become his servant as God did? You gave Aemond your body and womb, parts of you that you did not realize you could provide to others, and he used it to further his agenda. Yes, you were enraged that he treated you as a tool, but you knew you could do the same for him as quickly. If not for you, Aemond wouldn't have his army. He would still be stuck in the fire and brimstone below, fuming and plotting the perfect moment for his vengeance.

"I will be your equal, not your disciple." Your voice rang out through the Garden, now smooth and authoritative, reminding you of your vindictive God.

Aemond only smiled. He looked as if he was the one who resided on Earth, and you were the fallen angel, curling his toes and lengthening his torso as he adjusted atop the flattened grass.

"Did I imply you would not be?" he inquired with a raised, lightly colored brow.

You took Aemond's hand in yours, intertwining them together. He was surprisingly warm, tucking you into his side as a noiseless gasp escaped your lips, wrapping a possessive arm around your waist. The action sent a shudder down your spine, having never been in a purely soft, intimate position with a man, even Adam, as your body relaxed.

From your blood, you would create the demons of the world. The thoughts inside your fellow human heads that told them to steal that toy from your friend simply because you wanted it. You would never forgive God for what he did. Those who claimed to understand what was best for you-loved you did not punish you with pain and suffering for actions that were not your own.

Your eyes flitted across his toned abdomen, eyes drifting down his stomach and to his fleshy cock, pink and beating with life.

No longer would you be subservient to others; you would raise your children with loving yet gentle hands, allowing them to choose how they conducted their business and protecting them from those who sought harm. Your love would be unyielding and unending, unlike your so-called benevolent God, and then, he would finally see the depths of which the true devotion of love could bring.

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Lonely (Lucifer x Hellborn! GN Reader)

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Just some fluff with sad boi Lucifer for fun. Tell me what you think and what I can improve on!

Edit: You can read the fanfic on Ao3

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Succubuses and incubuses are known for their sexual activities. You, however, choose a distinct career path. Instead, you use your skills to comfort people. Give them a little massage, or a talk too. Many people are surprised to find lots of sinners have parent issues. On rare occasions, customers just want to pretend that their partner is still with them. Your coworker walked up to you with a smug smile. She stops at your desk and says “Guess who just asked for your services, (y/n)” you till your head, surely must be someone important if she’s bothering you. “Who?” you ask softly. The coworker smiles wide and answers; “the king of hell, himself!” Shocked at what your coworker says, you stood up and said “Lucifer Morningstar? Do you know what he wants? Oh, dear Satan, I gotta look good for him!” Your coworker grabs your shoulders and holds you still. “(y/n) chill, he just wants someone to talk to. Just wear something comfy, your appointment is at 3 tomorrow, ok?” You nod your head. That’s enough time to calm your nerves, hopefully.

You walk up to the doors of Lucifer’s manor, quietly you knock on the door. A small old imp opens the door for you. He bows his head and tells you to follow him to Lucifer’s room. As the two of you walked, you looked at all the portraits of Lucifer’s family. Most of them were of the missing queen and their daughter, Charlie Morningstar. The butler stops right in front of Lucifer’s room. You stop right next to the imp as he knocks on Lucifer’s door. “Sire, your guest is here.” You heard a response but could barely make any words out. The butler opens the door for you, and you slowly walked in. The room is positively a mess, rubber ducks everywhere as far as you can see. You walked over to the king’s bed and gave a small bow to him. Looking at the fallen angel’s face, he like his room looks like a mess. Small tears fall down the king’s face, looks like he’s been crying for days. You sat next to the king, being mindful of your wings and tail. Lightly, you place a hand on the king’s check and softly rub it. With caution, you spoke to the king; “Your highness, is there anything specific you need?” the crying angel answers back “call me Lucifer please. And no, I just- I just need someone to hold me like Lilith once did.”

Well, that’s a bit awkward. How long has the queen been gone for again? Seven years, who knew the king of all of hell was just a lonely guy? Hey, you’re not going to judge you’re the one who took this job. You laid down next to the king and pulled him closer to you. Lucifer’s head laid right on your chest as you wrap your wings around the king. The king cried into your chest. Good thing this is a gender non-specific fanfic. “I miss my wife; I miss her a lot. Why? Why did she have to leave me? Was I not good enough?” he sobs, making the situation more awkward for you. You ran a hand through his blonde hair with a smile before you whispered. “I think you’re good enough, Lucifer. Maybe you should stop thinking about the past and think about your future.” Lucifer looks up at you with hopeful eyes quietly he ask, “Like my daughter?” You nod your head yes, but Lucifer just looks away from you. “If only it was that easy. All I can think about is the past. I’m the one of the doom of all of humanity. I’m the one who convinces Eve to eat that fruit.” You cup Lucifer’s face and make him look at you again. “While that is true, you also help make hell, and without hell there wouldn’t be imps, hellhounds, succubuses and incubuses. And those loan sharks that have those weird Italian accents yet don’t know a single word from that language.” Lucifer listens to your talk, feeling a little better. The king nuzzles into your chest once again, finding your body heat comforting. You snuggle closer to the king; this is something you’re going to brag about to your coworker. “I guess you’re right, in a way. Thank you for doing this for me. I’ll double your tip when this is over.” Lucifer softy spoke, now feeling a little sleepy. You nod your head and lightly pet Lucifer’s hair.

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creamecream · 1 year

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“I need her so bad,

Sometimes I think that I can taste it,

This evil romance, so good I never wanna waste it,

I can’t trust my friends, ‘cause she’s what everybody chases,

And I know where she’s been ‘cause it’s on everybody’s faces,

Funky little monkey,

She’s a twisted trickster,

Everybody wants to be the sister’s mister,

Coca-Cola roller-coaster,

Love her even though I’m not supposed to,

Funky little monkey,

She’s a twisted trickster,

Everybody wants to be the sister’s mister,

Coca-Cola roller-coaster,

Love her even though I’m not supposed to,

She keeps me up-

(I keep you up-)

She keeps me up-

(I keep you up-)

All night,

(All night!)

All night,

(All night!)

She keeps me up-

(I keep you up-)

She keeps me up-

(I keep you up-)

All night,

(All night!)

All night,

(All night!)”

Bubble Bath belongs to @abyssnighthawk and I

#I just felt like them last night #halfway through the lineart I gave up but I wanted to finish it #I figure that lucifer and eve are *that* couple all over each other all the time #don't know about lilith but satan loves his wives and will give eve all the attention she wants and deserves #she's his precious apple he loves her very very much loves his wife <3 #bubble bath mythos #eve #satan x eve #lucifer x eve #satan #lucifer

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devildom-moss · 5 months

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I came running when I saw requests open. I know that this is a total long shot, so ignore it if it’s too much or too long of an ask:

Can I request HCs for the brothers and extras (maybe separate posts?) for celebrating the holidays with their s/o? Can be all x reader or each individual x reader, whatever you’d like. No limits on imagination or creativity. Bonus points for holiday party gifts giving and receiving for them, too! Love your content!

Okay, so I was going to try to knock them all out in one post but then things occurred, and +4k words (and a lot of time) later, I realized nope I better not. But since some of the holidays have already started, I thought I should try to get something up soon. So I'm starting with a few general headcanons and the demon brothers. I'll try to get the others up soon, though.

Celebrating the holidays/New Year headcanons (general + the demon brothers)

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Word Count: +4,800

General headcanons

They would all agree to throw a party together – in part because most of them love their little friends and family parties, especially during holidays. They’re also too stubborn and affectionate to give you up for a holiday, so a big party is a decent compromise. (Because if Solomon steals you for the holidays, the brothers will throw a fit and sulk, Luke will be sad, and Lucifer, Simeon, and Diavolo will – separately – find ways to interrupt. If the brothers keep you to themselves, the others will find a way to intrude. Diavolo would have better luck convincing Barbatos to bake him a rat-shaped cake than prying you from Lucifer’s grasp on a holiday. Thirteen could hide you in her cave for a while, but Solomon and Barbatos could probably find you before the day was over.)

Thirteen and Mephisto are the most likely to either not get invited (rude) or just not show up to a big party. Then again, Thirteen is so smitten by you that she’d probably invite herself just to see you. I’ll put a bit more on that in their respective sections.

If you celebrate a particular holiday, they’ll try to celebrate that with you. If not, they might celebrate a secular Christmas or just throw a New Year / New Year’s Eve party.

A lot of effort goes into the big party, especially if you have specific customs that you celebrated in the human world. They will probably ask about it a month in advance (right after October, usually) so they can start scheming planning.

Satan, Belphie, and Solomon are usually in charge of research on customs and traditions – not that Solomon needs to do much research.

By the time they get you involved, they would already have some ideas in mind. Unless you seem to love planning parties, they want to do most of the work. You deal with their shit all year; they want to put in most of the effort as the year comes to an end and give you the chance to rest.

Lucifer

Considers it his job to make sure no matter what happens, the holidays aren’t too stressful for you (yelling at everyone and reigning in their stupidity to the best of his abilities). If he so much as senses your stress levels increase, someone is getting strung up, and you’re getting a few hours of spoiling until you feel better.

He wants alone time with you, so if he can manage it, he’ll sneak in a date with you before and after the holidays. It might be something small like eating a meal alone or taking a walk and admiring the way the Devildom settles into winter.

Lucifer wants to be the last person you go on a date with this year and the first person you date next year. He knows it’s selfish, but if you get a bit of Demonus in him, he’ll admit to his selfish desire, face flushed pink and eyes soft with adoration the whole time.

Definitely tries to get you alone during the party for a few minutes. There’s about a 40% chance he ends up drunk before the party is over. If he’s sober and conscious after everyone but Diavolo and Barbatos falls asleep, he’ll try to put the moves on you. (Those two can watch or join or try to compete; he doesn’t care. Although, if he’s tipsy enough, he’ll flirt with you and kiss you in front of Solomon and Mephisto, too.)

If it’s a New Year’s Eve party, he will drag you somewhere secluded before midnight to steal your kiss. Similar to the date thing, he wants to be your first and last kiss of the year.

Gifts – giving: Lucifer always gets you alone before giving you gifts. He likes to give practical gifts for holidays that make you think of him often, but they’re usually high-end and tailored to your interests. If you like studying or journaling or drawing, he’d give you an extravagant hand-bound notebook or enchanted pens or pencils. He might also give you some kind of jewelry – usually something that could be worn on your wrists (not at all because he feels like he’s binding you to him by doing that. No. Never.). But he’s so extra about it. He’d insist upon putting it on for you right then and there. He’d kiss your wrist before he did. And his annoying ass would definitely get you a watch and then look up at you flirtatiously to say, “Now you have no excuse to keep me waiting, my dear.”

Gifts – receiving: He’s such a pain to shop for because if you ask him what he wants, he’ll just tell you, “I want you – all to myself.” Sir, shut the fuck up. However, he loves anything you give him, so it works out. If you can get him a rare cursed record or bottle of Demonus, he’ll be overjoyed, especially if you enjoy them with him. He also appreciates special coffee beans/grounds, clothing/accessories (especially matching ones so he can show off), and anything you made by hand. As long as he can tell that you thought about him, he’ll be pleased (probably so pleased that he’ll have to resist the temptation to pounce on you right then and there).

Mammon

He will be glued to your side whenever possible. Mammon gets so excited about the holidays and the party that he’s all smiles – or maybe that’s just because he’s next to you. He considers it his job to keep you happy and bring you cheer.

Ropes you into decorating the House of Lamentation with him. Definitely helps you reach the higher locations by changing into his demon form and holding you while you decorate. “Couldn’t you just fly up here and do this yourself?” “Shuddup. I don’t wanna do it. You’re better at puttin’ this stuff up. And maybe I just wanna hold ya, so there. Now keep goin’ or the Great Mammon’s gonna drop ya.” “You wouldn’t dare!” “Yeah, yeah. I know. Just shuddup and stop teasin’ me.”

He tells you that he needs your help doing some holiday shopping, and that the deals at the end of the year are too good to miss. It’s an excuse to take you on a date, but it’s also a good way for him to keep an eye on you and see if anything sparks your interest while you’re out shopping together. He’ll go back and buy it for you later when you’re not paying attention.

Gets drunk at the party – mostly because Diavolo and Mephisto brought the good Demonus, so he can’t possibly pass it up. He’ll keep a close eye on you during the whole party (for as long as he’s sober enough).

Definitely tries to make out with you in some quiet room where no one will find you for a few minutes. You’ll probably get caught, and Mammon will get yelled at and called scum.

Stays up pretty late because he just wants to be around you, but between the Demonus and all the dancing he ropes you into, he’ll be exhausted and sleep until noon.

Gifts – giving: Gives you something stylish you can wear (that just so happens to match with something he bought for himself). He’s especially fond of giving you necklaces, jackets, or glasses – something that isn’t as easy to hide. He wants you to wear it with pride. If he gets you any kind of jewelry, he’ll get it engraved with something sickeningly sweet. “my most precious treasure” / “you shine brighter than gold” / “your smile is priceless.” Mammon also makes it a point to give you gifts alone because he’s embarrassed – and because he wants a kiss as a thank you.

Gifts – receiving: He makes a big fuss about wanting the newest products from high-end fashion brands or just cold, hard Grimm, and that’s true, he does want those things, but he’s also incredibly soft for you. As long as you give him something thoughtful, he’ll be fine if it isn’t expensive. He loves getting accessories that he can wear around his neck or wrists (yes, for the reason you’re thinking. It makes him feel like he belongs to you – which obviously means you belong to him, too.) Additionally, as long as you give him his gift in private, Mammon will be extremely pleased if you give him kinky items (collars, cuffs, and any sex toys that you promise to use on him). He likes being reminded that you think about him in that way.

Leviathan

He tries to get you to binge watch holiday specials for his favorite anime with him more than once. He’ll even try to entice you with a sleepover including all your favorite snacks and seasonal drinks. Spending time with you makes him feel better about being an otaku during the holiday season. When he isn’t around you or the others during the party prep stages, he feels anxious and mopey.

If you ask him out on a date around the holidays, he will freak out and turn a bright shade of pink, fanning his cheeks with his hands (dual purpose stimming). Take him somewhere nice and romantic, hold his hand, maybe even kiss his cheek in public, and he will melt quicker than snow next to a fire.

He probably drinks the most if no one regulates him because he’s anxious about having to be social all day and whether or not you’re having fun or if you’re going to like the gift he got for you. He still enjoys himself, though. He’ll rope a few people (at least Luke and Diavolo) into singing karaoke with him, and he’ll get a few more to play games with him.

Retires relatively early because all the socializing drained him. There’s a good chance he calls it a night and forgets to exchange gifts with you. He freaks out when he wakes up and apologizes profusely after he hunts you down finds you and finally hands you your gift.

Gifts – giving: He finds it so much easier to get gifts for someone who loves anime and manga. Nonetheless, he’ll probably try to track down something related to a show, book, game, or idol you like (any media interests, basically). He’ll get you a signed first edition print of a book you love, a commissioned art piece from one of your favorite artists (possibly of you and him), a high-quality, custom-made figure of your fav character wearing that outfit you love, or VIP tickets to a concert for that musician you like – usually one of a kind or hard to obtain items.

Gifts – receiving: He’d be delighted with the same types of gifts that he would try to get for you – but for his favorites. If you have any artistic/musical talents, he’d also be overjoyed with fan art made by you or covers sung by you. If you can voice act and you record an audio as one of his favorites, he will emotionally implode (especially if it’s suggestive or NSFW). Levi would also be happy with fabric he can use to make cosplay or outfit pieces he can use in cosplay. Like Mammon, he’d also be delighted to get kinky stuff from you (but he’d prefer stuff like lingerie, collars, and harnesses). He’ll turn bright red if you do that, but the embarrassment is kind of a turn on for him.

Satan

He will ask you out on a (cat) café date at some point near the end of the year. He understands it’s a busy time for you, so he’ll only ask you to spare one day where he can enjoy a few seasonal menu items (like peppermint hot chocolate with cute peppermint mocha whipped cream in the shape of a cat), take a stroll in the brisk winter air while holding hands, and curl up in his room reading a good book with you (and yes, that includes cuddling and maybe a little make out session). As long as he gets his one date, he’ll be content.

He finds holidays stressful, and decorating with all of his brothers gets incredibly annoying (loud, overstimulating), so if he can do something where he only has to deal with one or two people (or even better, just you), he’ll try to help that way instead. Satan is pretty good at delegating, organizing the tasks, and tracking the budget, though.

Satan looks forward to the party in part because he, Belphie, and Mephisto have a bunch of tricks planned for Lucifer. Will any of them be successful and effectively annoying? Probably not. But there’s a chance that Lucifer might slip up and get embarrassed by one of them, and that’s good enough. Satan will get annoyed if Lucifer doesn’t fall for any of them, so Lucifer might just let it happen. If not, you’ll have to bring him a drink and cheer him up.

He cherishes the chance to dance with you during the party, but he’s even more pleased when he inevitably sneaks off somewhere quiet with you. He makes sure you don’t get caught, though, and he returns you to the party within a half an hour in almost the same state you left in.

Absolutely wants to be your first kiss of the new year and has the common sense to ask you to save your first kiss for him beforehand.

Gifts – giving: Satan is the type to have most of his gifts ready in advance. He cannot deal with the stress of trying to find multiple last-minute gifts without demolishing a wall. Moreover, he thinks about others (especially you) more than he wants to admit, so if he sees something you’ll like he just gets it. He could hide 3 dead bodies in his mess of books if not for the smell; he’d have no trouble hiding presents. Besides, no one is going to try to snoop around in his room. He likes to give you books that suit your interests because he feels like he’s also sharing part of himself with you when he does. They’re usually rare editions or custom hand-bound versions. He can find you an amazing book on anything you have an interest in. Satan might also pull some strings and get you something more exclusive – products that haven’t hit the market yet that you seemed interested in or two tickets/vouchers for a novel experience. The vouchers would probably be for something that could serve as a date later like a traveling exhibit or a movie screening. Whatever it is, though, he’d make sure it’s something he thinks you’d enjoy. If it’s a book or product, he’ll have no problem giving your gift to you in front of others, but if it’s tickets/vouchers, he’ll give it to you in secret. He doesn’t want anyone trying to tag along or make a fuss over it.

Gifts – receiving: You can never have too many books. Giving him obscure or rare books (especially human world books that he never would have known about) is a great idea. He’ll be so thrilled that he’ll offer to read the book to you. Cat-themed gifts are also an option: matching cat-shaped accessories, a photo album of all the cats he’s spotted in the Devildom, reservations to a cat café, etc. He’s really easy to please. Honestly, you could put on cat ears/a cat onesie or use magic to turn yourself into a cat for a day and let him cuddle you, and he’d be the happiest demon in the Devildom.

Asmodeus

As much as he hates how much the winter air dries out his skin, he’s a bundle of cheer during the holidays. The decorations, the snow, seasonal food and drinks, adorable cozy outfits – it’s so Devilgramable. He feels like it’s his job to make you happy as the year comes to an end.

Asmo will be attached to you almost as much as Mammon. For everyone’s sake, please don’t let him find out about the mistletoe tradition. He’ll be carrying one around in a bag all month so he can steal kisses from everyone (no one will be safe) – especially you. Even if you manage to hide that information from him, Asmo will use the cold winter air as an excuse to hold your hand, hug you, and cuddle with you whenever he wants. He’ll probably get yelled at a few times for not keeping his hands to himself (mostly by his brothers, but Simeon and Solomon might suggest he needs to respect your personal space, too).

His desire for attention is about the same, so he doesn’t ask you out any more often than he usually does. Unfortunately (or fortunately), that’s still a lot. Every few days, he’ll ask you to go out with him to try some kind of seasonal drink or food or to shop. “Aw, hun. If you can’t go out, you can at least spare a few minutes to make out and warm me up a little, right? You know you want to kiss me~”

Asmo will happily help decorate – as long as he can avoid more physical tasks. He would definitely have holiday-themed nails, and he’s not about to ruin those. Luckily, he can get away with making design decisions or doing floral arrangements. He’ll pawn the heavy labor off on Beel.

If you let him, he’ll get you all dolled up and do your makeup for the party. “You’ll look so gorgeous, no one will be able to take their eyes off you.”

He’ll be lively during the party, dancing and playing games with you and the others. He might get a bit tipsy, but he’s pretty lucid all night. He’ll still be sober when he’s fawning over Solomon, Barbatos, Thirteen, and Diavolo – mostly the former two. You’re still his number one, but he wants to see if he can convince any of those four to dance with him or give him a kiss for the sake of the holidays.

At a New Year party, if he could find you, he would absolutely kiss you when the clock strikes midnight. He wouldn’t even bother to get you alone.

Gifts – giving: He’ll most likely give you high quality clothes or accessories. They’ll probably be items that he worked on himself or that he modeled. Asmo would take care to ensure that they fit you perfectly and that you’ll be comfortable in whatever he gets you. More likely than not, he would give it to you while he helps you get ready. It would probably be something you could wear to the party. If it’s clothes, he would insist that you model it for him first. “I need to take in your beauty before anyone else can see how amazing you look.” (He would definitely use that as an excuse to praise you and would probably try to get you off before the party started and someone came looking for you). If it’s jewelry, he would insist upon putting it on for you. Asmo would leave kisses on your skin between whispered words of praise. “This suits you perfectly. You’re lovely. I can’t take my eyes off you.” As a half-joke, he might give you kinky gifts and/or sex toys. With a giggle, he would tell you how excited he was to try it out with you. Also as a half-joke (in addition to a tangible present), Asmo would offer himself up to you. He wouldn’t be immediately prepared if you agreed, though. In fact, he’d probably be pleasantly surprised by your boldness.

Gifts – receiving: Asmo gets a lot of gifts from so many fans, so the most important things when considering gifts for him are time, effort, and thought. Handmade or custom gifts are ideal. He just wants to know that you were thinking of him – and only him – the entire time. I feel like he would adore a handmade or custom ordered collar or harness, but he would also love something like a handmade bouquet of paper/fabric flowers if it’s done well or a custom perfume. The other gift that would melt his heart would be your time. Get him spa vouchers and have a spa day with him, plan an entire date and spoil him, or offer to be his maid/butler for a full day (extra points if you dress up for him). More than anything, he wants you.

Beelzebub

Beel gets so excited to try all the limited-time and seasonal foods near the end of the year, and, of course, he’s even more excited to eat them with you. So, surprisingly, he manages to squeeze a lot of dates in around the holidays. He’ll invite you to some café or restaurant – anywhere that sells food and drinks – almost every other day. However, Beel isn’t as selfish with your time, so he doesn’t mind if the others tag along – especially Belphie and Luke. If he really wants you to himself, he’ll invite you when no one else is around and tell you to keep it a secret.

He makes a long list of food and drinks that he wants Luke, Simeon, and Barbatos to make for the party – not that they need it, but they’ll take a look, nonetheless. They use him to taste test all their food. Other than that, he helps decorate, bring in ingredients, and carry things while the others shop. If it involves manual labor, Beel is happy to help. He wants the party to go well so it will make you and his brothers (and the others) happy.

Spends most of the party snacking and playing games. He’ll drink the one glass of Demonus that gets served to him to toast with. Otherwise, he’ll only consume alcohol if it’s put in a particularly delicious looking drink.

Lets you sit on his lap while playing games – even if the others complain about it. As long as you want to, he doesn’t mind. In fact, he’d be delighted if you chose to sit on him when given a multitude of other options (including an actual chair). How adorable would he be just wrapping his arms around your waist and resting his chin on your shoulder?

At some point in the party, when he’s temporarily satiated his hunger, he’ll try to get you alone for a bit. He’ll ask you to take a short walk or just get some air with him. He wants to be somewhere quieter with you. Besides, if you’re outside and it’s cold, that’s a perfect excuse for him to hold your hand or pull you in close. If he’s feeling bold, he might try to kiss you.

Gifts – giving: He (almost) always has food on his mind, so his first instinct is to give you food as a present. Things like seasonal candies and drink mixes are the most likely contenders. Beel would buy multiples of whatever he bought you for himself. That way he won’t be as tempted to eat your present. Additionally, that means he can try the food or drinks with you. He loves the experience of eating with you and seeing your face light up when you try something delicious. Therefore, another present he might offer would be tickets for a restaurant tour or food-based fair. You could go with him and sample amazing food until you’re too full to move – if you want.

Gifts – receiving: Obviously, getting him food is the easiest option, but you should make sure you put some more effort and thought into it. Seasonal and limited-time options are great, but he would appreciate a more personal touch. Instead, if you can cook, you could do something like schedule a date to prepare a homemade full-course meal just for Beel, making whatever food he requested. You could also make him a huge box of assorted sweets – chocolates, cookies, pastries, etc. He’d appreciate how much time you spent. If you tell him that you thought of him the whole time, he would melt on the spot. Beel would also be happy to get tickets for food tours or fairs – as long as you, and maybe Belphie, can go with him. Outside of food-related gifts, Beel isn’t opposed to getting clothes from you, especially if you buy something that matches with an item you own. You could get him jewelry, so long as it’ll be okay coming in contact with heat and sweat. Since you gave it to him, he’s going to want to wear it often – including during his workouts. He’d prefer necklaces; it feels like he’s keeping you close to his heart that way.

Belphegor

Other than looking into human world traditions, he’s pretty useless in the party planning stages. He tends to fall asleep when he’s instructed to clean or decorate, so he doesn’t get much done. Although, I guess if you count setting up pranks on Lucifer as “helping out,” he’s a bit more useful.

He takes advantage of the cold weather as an excuse to cuddle and nap with you. “It’s too cold to sleep alone. You have to sleep with me, or I won’t rest as well.” He makes it a habit of trying to sleep with you as often as possible. Aside: he strikes me as one of those people with cold hands, and as winter approaches, he’ll use that to tease you. Belphie will slip his hands under your clothes or between your thighs to warm them up, and when you look at him, he’ll feign innocence. What a little shit.

If the planetarium or botanical gardens have a special exhibit, he’d ask you to go on a date there, but he’s not picky about whether it happens before or after the holidays – just promise to spend time alone with him.

He’s not that enthusiastic about the party, but if you seem excited, he’ll take some interest in it. He’ll stay awake long enough to dance with you, play a few games, and see if any of the pranks they set up for Lucifer succeed.

Drags you somewhere secluded during the party, claiming that he wants to take a nap and that you should help him fall asleep, but he’d much rather make out with you until he’s a blushing, panting mess. He can always take a nap after that. It’s a pretty obvious ruse since he will probably fall asleep a few times in the middle of the party with no assistance.

Regardless of when the party is, Belphie insists on sleeping with you the night before the holiday (if it’s a multi-day holiday, then at least the first day of it) and the night before the New Year. If the party is on the night before the holiday/New Year’s Eve, he either tells you to come find him when you’re tired or he’ll stay by your side the entire night. He wants to start the holiday/New Year perfectly, and that means waking up next to you – preferably in your arms. Especially for the New Year, he wants to be the last person you see at the end of the year and the first person you see at the beginning. If he can also be your last and first kiss of the year, he’d be pleased. (Also, if he has the energy, he wants to be the first person you fuck that year too).

Gifts – giving: Himself. Canonically, he’s already done this, but he just likes the idea of offering himself up to you and that you would want him more than anything else, so I could see him doing it again. If he feels compelled to give you an actual present, he’d probably get you matching pajamas. How jealous would the others be if they saw that he had not only crawled into your bed again, but he was also wearing the same pajamas as you? He would feel such a wicked joy from it. Belphie might also give you star-themed accessories, so you’ll always think of him whenever you put it on. For the same possessive reasons as some of his older brothers, Belphie would probably give you a necklace or bracelet.

Gifts – receiving: An alarm clock that actually works on him. Belphie is pretty easy to please as long as you show that you were thinking about him. He’ll gladly take comfortable bedding, pillows, or pajamas. You could also offer to give yourself to him. The only problem is that as much as he loves the idea of having you all to himself for a full day or two, he’ll complain about wanting to keep you as his for longer. “Aww, MC. I don’t want to give you up. Can’t you stay my servant for a few more days. I’ll treat you so well. Don’t you want to keep spoiling me?” He’s grateful, but he likes you doting on him too much. Additionally, he’s another one you could give kinky stuff to. Give him toys and promise to use them on him. Similarly, I feel like he would be delighted if you tied him up, wrapped a soft bow around him (wherever you please), and told him that his gift was going to be that you were going to “take care of him” for a full day. sorry

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feelin' mighty fine

rockstar!eddie x actress!reader

inspired by: merry christmas, baby part of carol's christmas song blitz a/n: this is a heavily reworked version of the opening for chrismtas '97 in the rockstar!eddie au. it just wasn't working in the story so i'm making it it's own standalone! you don't have to know much about my rockstar!eddie au to enjoy it -- but just know, you're a famous actress married to rockstar eddie munson and have twins - van and violet, they're about three here. would recommend listening to the song before or during reading to catch the vibe.

cw: 18+, brief smut mention/description, dad!eddie, parenthood, some swearing?, brief alcohol mention. minors dni 4eva. fluff, fluff, fluff.

December 23rd, 1997 - Chicago Stadium

It was the last night of tour before the four of you, exhausted, would travel back to Indiana. It's a short flight, but getting the kids on a jet at midnight didn't sound like the Christmas Eve Eve plans you wanted to make. The twins were fussy backstage, the nanny long sent home earlier that morning since they'd have Wayne and everyone else to help you in Hawkins.

It was half way through the set and the kids should've been sleeping but they wanted to watch from the wings with you, Vi in your arms and Van by your feet -- both safe in headphones made to fit them perfectly to block out the sound. As the song ends and the crowd screams, you can see Eddie running toward you backstage, pulling his guitar from over him with a tech rushing by you to retrieve it. He only has a minute or two while Jeff works the crowd but he never wastes it. His skin shines with sweat, tattoos glimmering over his arms and chest.

"Hey, you havin' fun?" he doesn't wait for an answer, pulling you in from the back of then neck to kiss you. His mouth is cold from the water he's been drinking, he tastes like the faint twang of tequila from the flask in his back pocket. A hint of his mid-show cigarette lingers on his lips.

"Are you having fun, sleepy girl?" he asks Violet, she giggles and hides in the curls that match her dad's, "Shouldn't you be in bed?"

He looks down, seeing Van nearly jumping out of his little leather jacket to have his dad pick him up, "Shouldn't you be in bed, too?"

Eddie scoops him up, smattering his face in kisses -- Van shrieks in laughter so Violet laughs, too. Never one to miss out on kisses, she reaches for her dad desperately before Eddie pops her onto his free hip. He double fists the twins like he used to double fist bottles of Don Julio.

"Honey, you gotta go," you urge, you notice the tech waiting with Ed's other guitar by the wings.

"Okay, okay, sorry -- one more kiss, okay?" he nods to the twins, pressing a kiss to each cheek before placing them back down on the fold out chairs next to you.

"And one more for mommy," he swoons, slinging the new guitar over his shoulder. You roll your eyes and let him smooch you all sloppy, he grins like you just met when he's done. Ed tosses you a wink before rushing out to the stage where he starts to talk into the mic about what's coming up. The tech rushes by you again with Santa hats in his hands -- running onto the stage to pass them out to Eddie, Jeff, Gareth, and the rest of the band.

"Now normally we don't do this shit, we like to keep it a lil' scary here -- but it is Christmas time so, I wanted to play a little somethin' special. Y'all know Otis Redding?" Eddie asks. You beam, you know exactly what he's about to get the band to play. The crowd screams, barricades straining against them while they bounce and jump.

"I wanted to introduce some fellas on brass who are comin' to join us for this number," Eddie puts his hand back to reference a small brass band stepping onto the platform next to Gareth's drum set, "Give 'em a 'round of applause for me."

The applause is rauccus and the brass players wave sheepishly from their platform. You guess it's not often that they're playing with a band that used to be in the news for 'promoting Satan's music'. Especially not with someone with a reputation as sordid as Eddie's.

As the horns begin to play, Eddie puts on his Santa hat and gets close to the mic, "This song's called 'Merry Christmas, Baby', I'm sure most of ya know it. But it was my mama's favorite -- she used to wear that record out so much that my daddy had to buy it for her twice. So this is for my mama, and all the mama's that are out there tonight."

He winks towards the camera that fed out to the screens for the back seats, sending the women in the crowd to their knees. Their screeches nearly drowned out the opening chords.

Eddie's voice has a gruffness that meets the songs needs, Jeff's joining his in a playful duet. As the intro finishes, they both trade their shrill riffs for a funky bass lines and twangs to match the energy from the brass.

"Well I'm feelin' mighty fine y'all, got my music on the raay-di-oooo..." Eddie sings with a smile, his eyes closed against the bright lights. There's a lightness about him that his fans rarely see, something soft, something you get to see at home. Like when the babies would fall asleep on his chest.

"Feel like I wanna kiss ya, babe, standin' underneath that mistletoe..." he drawls, and you can see his head turn to try and peer at you behind the curtain. A silent dedication. He'd kiss you all the time if he could.

The crowd claps in time with the beat. You can see the gleams of painted nails and rings, silver bracelets, and leather arm cuffs glinting in the light of the first three rows. There was an air of genuine surprise that the crowd was singing the lyrics with them, but the holidays infect everyone. Even 'god damn delinquents', as put so delicately by the venues owner.

"Sure did treat me nice, said you bought me all those presents, and I feel like I'm in paradise..."

And overwhelming wave of nostalgia hits you as they reach the music breakdown, remembering what it was like before the kids were born. How things felt before you got married. You'd wait in his dressing room, watching the feedback on the TV in the corner, eating the snacks and drinking the champagne he'd get for you on his rider. He'd come back at the end of the show, dripping in sweat, vibrating from all the coke, chugging a bottle of Jack Daniels.

The grizziliness of him was so fucking hot at the time he didn't even have to ask you to bend over the couch. He'd rail into you so hard you could barely breathe, hand entwined in your hair, dampening your shirt when he pressed you against his slick chest.

"Been thinkin' about you all night. This tight fucking pussy," he'd grunt, whiskey might as well have been seeping out of his pores. But he was so different now. So straightened up. So present.

He was clean long before the twins were born, but something changed in him when they came. He was so alive again. Just so fucking happy to be there.

"Please give another round of applause for our brass band over here!" Eddie's announcement sends you right back to reality. The crowds cheers scream through the venue again and you instinctively cover your ears. You watch the brass band wave and bow, stepping down off the platform off the stage while the rest of the band hypes them up.

"That was fun, wasn't it folks?" Eddie asks, "So I guess we'll get back to--"

You're confused at the sudden shrill of shrieks from the crowd.

"Oh, you guys know Van? He's our new guitarist -- this is actually Jeff's last show," you hear Eddie's laugh boom over the speakers. You look down to the horror of only seeing one child next to you, who is now off her chair and inching towards the stage.

"You wanna play a chord, buddy?" you hear Jeff's voice say, the crowd cheers again. You look up at one of the screens, Van perched in his uncle Jeff's arms while he leans down to strum the strings. The crowd whoops and giggles while Jeff puts his hand over Van's tiny one and helps him play a real chord. Eddie claps, eyes shining with pride, the crowd goes absolutely insane- Van! Van! Van! Van! Your son hides, embarrassed at the attention -- always one to be shy, burying himself in the crook of Jeff's neck.

"Violet baby, come here," you coo over to her, taking a step. But that step makes her book it -- and god are they fast at 3, "Shit, fuck."

"Oh-ho-ho, wow, my little lady of the hour," Eddie laughs while she runs right into his legs, knocking herself to the ground softly, "You've all met Violet, right?"

You watch him pick her up, her soft and excited, "Daddy -- Santa!" echos through the stadium.

"Hi, baby! That's right, daddy looks like Santa!" he parentese's excitedly, placing her on his hip. He looks over his shoulder to see you crouched down, tip toe-ing quickly across the stage mouthing a guilt 'sorry' his way. He grins expectantly, his perfect show girl in her stretch pants and sweatshirt. Her clean white sneakers. "There she is -- I'm sure you folks know the wife."

You wince at first and then wave while the crowd thunders at the sight of you hurrying over to Jeff to scoop up Van. Your eyes squint against the lights, the only thing you can see in the crowd are the little flames from lighters being waved by fans. The venue shakes at their applause and you're almost embarrassed by the attention -- but not too much. What's this but another red carpet? The only difference is that you never go on stage -- the last time being just after you got married so Eddie could gush about his 'for real this time' wife.

"Mama," Van whined, hands outstretched and grabby over Jeff's shoulder while he climbs into your chest. You hoist him up to make room for Violet who at first, doesn't want to go, making Ed so close to cancelling the rest of the show to cuddle her before you're finally able to wrench her out of his arms. Their heads bobble with their headphones on, snuggling up against you.

You turn to leave, but he taps you on the shoulder, still speaking into the mic, "You forgetting something?"

You look at him confused, you have both babies with you, "What?"

"You gotta pay the toll, baby," he shrugs, his smug grin making you blush. The crowd roars, they love when he's a little bit of a bastard. He looks you over, tongue running over the inside of his cheek, "Can't let you go without paying the toll."

You let out an audible sigh, facial expression playing to the cheap seats so everyone knows just how fake exasperated you are with him. You lean in and his kiss is lewd and wet over the twin's heads, the clicks of spit sounding over the speakers. He scrunches his nose at you when he breaks away, a boyish blush blooms on his cheeks.

"Thank you," he smiles, "You're free to go."

"Okay babies, you gotta wave bye to daddy's friends!" you say softly to Van and Vi as they look at the crowd.

"Say bye-bye," Eddie says gently, mimicking a wave so they'll copy. They wave over your shoulder while you walk back stage, sitting down on the fold up chairs with them both on your lap.

"Alright folks, sorry for the cutest interruption you'll ever see in your life," he says to the crowd, "And I know outside of friends and family, Christmas is about y'know -- the Lord. So in honor of the birth of Christ I'd like to introduce this next song..."

Two incredibly face melting riffs play simultaneously.

"We call it, 'Your Mother Sucks Cocks in Hell'."

You roll your eyes as the music starts, but on the bright side the twins are finally starting to nod off to sleep.

#rockstar!eddie #rockstar!eddie munson smut #rockstar!eddie smut #rockstar!eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x you #eddie munson fan fiction #eddie munson smut #eddie munson fluff #dad!eddie munson #dad!eddie #rockstar!eddie x actress!reader

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soursvgar · 1 year

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Happy new years eve! Could you perhaps write something small about celebrating new years w the bros for the first time? What would they like to do on occasion? Eat fondue? Try making resolutions? Stay up to watch the first sunrise?

Maybe they don't even celebrate it because its kinda meaningless when your lifespan is so long lol

New Year's Eve with the brothers ♡

A/N: Hi anon, thank you for this prompt! This is really tiny, but i wanted to post it today to make it relevant so i hope you still like it!! ;v; ( i also just realized you said new year but i made it more new year's eve themed so i hope that's okay >< ) happy new year everyone!

Demon brothers x gender neutral mc

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*

ෆ Lucifer will get drunk and make a heartfelt confession.

"Maybe you should hold back on the demonus a bit-" You try to release the bottle from Lucifer's grip, but the latter was squeezing it a bit too tight for you to peel it off his fingers. You knew he was stressed, but didn't realize he was that stressed to finish an entire bottle of the intoxicating drink. Diavolo decided to throw a new year's eve party for you, and you recently found out he had put Lucifer in charge of organizing it. With his plate already full, you couldn't help feeling apologetic, despite you not being directly involved.

"Lucifer, I'm really sorry. If I knew of the party beforehand, I would've helped you with it." You decide to sit by him, hoping the light stroking of his arm will help convey your feelings. However, Lucifer only grins as he gazes at you, eyes shining with adoration. "Nonsense, you have nothing to be sorry for. I would do that all over again, for you." He puts down the bottle, now taking your hands in his. "You're the best thing that happened to me, to us. You've made this year worth more than all of my years in this realm combined, and I hope you'll stay by my side to make my next year just as happy."

ෆ Mammon will kiss you at the countdown.

"Ten, nine, ei-" Your counting is paused by a pair of lips pressing against yours, and doesn't resume for what seems to be longer than ten seconds. "Happy new year." Mammon smiles as he pulls away from you. "You know you're supposed to kiss me after the countdown, right?" You snicker, though, you have no complaints regarding his actions.

"I know, but I heard humans believe that if ya kiss your loved one at midnight, you'll be together for the rest of the year, so I was thinking- if I kiss ya before, during, and after, you would love me forever! Pretty smart, ain't it?"

ෆ Leviathan will create a vision board with you.

You had been intending to assemble a vision board for the new year for a while, but it slipped your mind with your busy schedule, only to return on the last day of the year. You came to Levi for help, partly because you knew you wouldn't be able to finish it in time alone, but mostly because you wanted to spend the night with him doing something fun together, and wasn't sure how to bring it up. The two of you were almost done carefully placing the pieces on the board when Levi lets out a sudden gasp.

"Wait, we forgot the most important part of the vision board!" Levi rummages through the scattered papers, pulling a picture of the two of you from the pile of photographs on the floor before he glues it right in the middle. "You have to have this on as well, so we can experience all those great moments next year together."

ෆ Satan will learn about different traditions for you.

"What color is the underwear you are wearing?" Satan asks, completely unaware of how his question comes off, at least until he catches a glimpse of your reddened cheeks. "O-Oh, I mean, I just read that some cultures in the human world believe that wearing different colors of underwear on new year's eve will bless you with luck in different aspects of life." He pauses to make sure you follow. "And... well, I wanted to see if you're wearing red- wait, I didn't mean see-" You chuckle as he clears his throat, his face is now the one turning pink. "Anyway, not like you need any more luck in that department when you have me."

ෆ Asmodeus will take you out to see fireworks.

"Where are we going? I told you I'm not joining one of your parties." You had already changed to a comfortable attire, planning to spend the last day of the year relaxing at home, but Asmo has other plans, insisting for you to come outside with him. "Pretty please? With a cherry on top? I promise you won't regret it!" He whines, grabbing the sleeve of your sweatshirt and pretending to be pulling you off the bed.

At last, you surrender, following Asmo to an open meadow with a remarkable view of the city. "Happy new year!" He beams when the clock strikes twelve; colorful lights illuminate the night skies as the sounds of explosions echo through them. "There are fireworks in the devildom?" You query. Captivated by the enthralling sight, you barely detect Asmo's arm wrapping around your shoulder to bring you closer. "There are now, for you, love."

ෆ Beelzebub will have a feast with all kinds of traditional food.

"Here, here! Try this!" Beel chimes, happily holding the chopsticks to your mouth. "Beel, I really can't eat anymore- I think you'll have to finish the rest on your own." You sigh. Truth is, you've been full after the seventh dish he had you sampling, but his enthusiasm was just too adorable to not cooperate with. "But these soba noodles are amazing, and you haven't even tried the lentils- it would bring you good fortune! Although, maybe you should hide that from Mammon." Beel shrugs as he continues stuffing his face.

"You know you could've just asked what food I eat during this time in the human world, right? You didn't have to cater food from every single country on earth." You laugh, finally stepping down from the tasting fest as you officially call quits.

"Hm? But where's the fun in that?"

ෆ Belphegor will fall asleep before the clock strikes twelve.

Belphegor really did try his best to fight the fatigue for a couple long hours while the two of you celebrated, but at the end, he succumbs to fatigue as his head falls perfectly on your shoulder- right before it hits midnight.

"Happy new y- oh, why are you looking at me like that?" Puzzled, Belphegor yawns, eyes glancing over to the clock after confronting your glare. "I missed it huh... I'm really sorry." He grins sheepishly, leaning in to place a peck to your pouting lips. "Well, are you still mad or can I get my new year's kiss now?"

#obey me #obey me shall we date #obey me lucifer #obey me mammon #obey me leviathan #obey me satan #obey me asmodeus #obey me beelzebub #obey me belphegor #obey me scenarios #obey me headcanons #obey me imagines #obey me mc

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daquila · 11 months

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MASTERLIST!

[ if it’s not obvious, i really like gojo ]

-> Lost in The Sea of Stars ! [ g. satoru x reader ]

|| about you both being researchers in a post-apocalyptic society! my first fic so it’s quite rough

-> Happy Birthday, ‘Toru ! [ g. satoru x reader ]

|| silly fic about you painting a surprise for gojo! megumi, yuji, and nobara help you complete the work.

-> My Heart’s Delusions ! [ g. satoru x reader ]

|| angst and references to toru being a bad boyfriend when reader was in highschool

-> Long Days at Work ! [ g. satoru x reader ]

|| just reader being stressed about jujutsu life— nothing else!

-> I’m Not Coming Home ! [ g. satoru x reader ]

|| slight mentions of shoko and suguru. a fic about reader dying LOL it’s just pure angst hehehe

-> Selfish Desires ! [ g. satoru x reader ]

|| in which reader doesn’t die but it ends up with gojo becoming toxic…. mentions of satosugu and gojo seeing reader as suguru ☹️

-> Hopefully, In Another Life ! [ g. satoru x reader ]

|| gojo confesses but reader has issues 😑 slight or maybe just angst in general….

-> A Way Back Home ! [ g. satoru x reader ]

|| reader being really sad at a clan gathering because gojo has been sealed… then megumi notifies her on a way to unseal gojo!

-> I love you ! [ g. satoru x reader ]

|| ‘toru feels insecure in your relationship. you reassure him that he’s the only one that you love.

-> Goodnight ! [ g. satoru x reader ]

|| doing late night paper work in school is stuff, especially when you have a man-child taunting you.

-> Satoru’s Birthday Surprise ! [ g. satoru x reader ]

|| second part to his birthday fic hehe

-> This Is Me Trying ! [ g. satoru x reader ]

|| the love that he lost. practically him pointing all fingers at himself for what happened to you! angst/no comfort hehe

-> The Things That He’d Do ! [ g. satoru x reader ]

|| head cannon or drabble list hehe

-> New Year’s Eve ! [ g. satoru x reader ]

|| it’s quite noisy outside, so you woke up feeling hungry. now you find yourself watching fireworks with satoru from your balcony window

-> Pancakes ! [ g. satoru x reader ]

|| casually spawning satan himself into the kitchen, surprisingly, results into disaster! Satoru is a HORRIBLE chef

-> Confession ! [ g. satoru x reader ]

|| like what the title says, he confesses his love for you

-> First Time I’ve Ever Saw You Cry ! [ g. satoru x reader ]

|| satoru despising the higher ups for what they said about you // implied that reader is hospitalized due to a mission but there’s no description of injury whatsoever

-> Wanna Dance ! [ g. satoru x reader ]

|| just slow dancing with ur husband hehehehe // kind of wrote it while listening to ulap by rob deniel

-> Cream Bun ! [ g. satoru x reader ]

|| short story of satoru taking a bite out of your cream bun

-> Nostalgia ! [ g. satoru x reader ]

|| looking back at a sickly sweet photo of you and husband while getting ready for your wedding

-> Debating with Mr. Silly ! [ g. satoru x reader ]

|| a sickening, sweet, and silly story about how a debate brought a confession out of satoru’s lips (my fav one yet tbh haha)

-> My Wife ! [ g. satoru x reader ]

|| (prequel to nostalgia) about cleaning a closet and stumbling across something you wore on the month he proposed to you hehe

-> Three Promises || One, Two, Three ! [ g. satoru x reader ]

|| [ timeline: highschool era -> 28yr gojo x reader -> post-shibuya gojo x reader ] a series of three promises that you’ve made with gojo satoru.

-> Found Family ! [ g. satoru x reader x fushiguro siblings ]

|| babysitting the two siblings and it turns out that they are fond of you and would like to be part of a family with you :3

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ghulehunknown · 6 months

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Group Sex with Terzo

Terzo x F!Reader x Siblings of Sin

Day 11 of KINKTOBER is here! 🎃

**WARNING - EXPLICIT, NSFW**

Also available on AO3!

“Let’s Have a Satanic Orgy”

Terzo x F!Reader x Siblings of Sin

Summary: After making a few too many jokes at Terzo’s expense, he proves you and your Siblings wrong.

CW/Tags: F!Reader, AFAB non-binary Sibling of Sin character, Sister of Sin character, nipple play, group sex, mutual masturbation, semi-public sex, P in V sex, unprotected sex, partner swapping, voyeurism, vaginal fingering, cunnilingus, CMNF, love at first fuck

Word Count: 3140

Decorating the Abbey for a haunted Black Mass this Hallows’ Eve, you passed the time talking to your Siblings Selene and Alix. The pair of them were hanging black curtains against the stone back wall behind the altar and you held the ladder to make sure neither of them fell.

“So do you think he can really…well, you know,” said Selene. “When he talks about doing two at a time.”

“No way,” Alix replied with a scoff.

“I dunno, I think he still can,” you said, smiling while their backs were turned. It was almost like you knew a secret they didn’t - but you didn’t, not really.

You and Terzo had a bit of a…moment in the side hall linen closet last week. You were stocking the laundry with clean habits and cassocks for the Siblings when Terzo slipped in, likely avoiding Imperator or Nihil. “Shhh,” he told you at the time, peering out of the crack of the door to make sure whoever he was hiding from had passed down the hallway. “Ah, it’s you,” he said slyly, remembering your shy glances at him during Mass while he was leading worship. “Let me help you.”

He had helped you reach the top shelf, though he was not much taller than you, when he grazed against your chest accidentally. “Sorry, Sis-” he had begun to say. Unfortunately, your brain lost all control of your faculties and you let out a quiet moan when he did this. When you turned around to face him and his sneaky grin, he looked down your front, finding your hard nipples through your habit with ease. This one was a bit…worn, and see through. You had glanced down to find something of his that was hard as well through his chasuble. “Well this was fun. Gotta go,” he remarked with a wink, carefully poking his head out of the closet and darting down the hall in the opposite direction he came from. ‘The fuck?’ you thought to yourself at the time, hanging your head out of the closet and watching him go. But you hadn’t been able to stop thinking about him since then.

“Nah, I’m calling it. The man is gorgeous but I bet you he can’t get it up long enough to - ” Alix began to say but Selene elbowed them in the side.

“Who can’t get what up?” came a familiar voice and your eyes widened before turning around to face him.

“Papa - w-we were just, um,” you stammered.

“Relax, Siblings,” he said, looking at the three of you. “I was just coming in to check how things were going here. I would not normally hover over you, you see, but Sister she eh -” he rolled his eyes at the mere mention of her name.

“Yes,” you remarked morosely, looking up at Selene and Alix on the ladders with hooks in their hands, their eyes equally in shock - their attempts to hide behind the curtains not working. “Imperator always has her tight deadlines, doesn’t she?”

Selene nodded her head quickly while Alix pretended to lose their baphomet sigil amongst the heavy curtain panels.

Terzo picked up a few of the decorations on the altar mindlessly. “Now what’s this about Papa not being able to ‘get it up’?”

Oh fuck. Obviously your Siblings weren’t going to give up the game that easily.

“It was just silly gossip Papa, I promise,” you said while looking at him earnestly. “It meant nothing.”

“Mm, well I have a reputation around here to maintain,” he said, placing both hands on the altar and glancing between the three of you. “Imagine if this unfounded gossip landed in the wrong hands? Can’t have that now, can we?”

You couldn’t explain the effect he had on you, but his words… you could feel the heat build between your legs as he spoke with such a command, although feigning an air of innocence at the same time. He intimidated you, and you liked it.

Selene and Alix had finished hanging up one panel of the curtains, and came down the ladder steps. Alix approached the altar to grab another box of nails, but stopped dead in their tracks when Terzo shot a glance their way.

“You especially seem doubtful, Sibling,” he said to them.

Alix swallowed and didn’t respond, suddenly no longer your outspoken friend they normally were.

“So have you ever…I mean, taken two at a time after a show?” Selene asked.

Terzo smirked at her, then looked in your direction before answering. “I don’t kiss and tell.” But something about the way he said this told you he had - and probably had more lovers in one night than you’d ever had in your whole life.

“So why don’t we settle this score, and put to bed your little rumors, no?” he continued, looking at each of you. All of you glanced at one another, hoping the other might telepathically give you the right answer to say. Sensing your uncertainty, he looked towards Alix. “You. Come.”

“Yes, Papa,” they obeyed and walked up to Terzo, hands clasped in front of them.

“Kiss tua Sorella and take off your habit.”

They paused. “Er - which one?”

“Whichever you like,” he said, leaning against the altar and crossing his arms against his chest.

Alix walked over to Selene, who did not falter and leaned her head to the side, inviting Alix’s lips to hers. They kissed for a few moments, building until their tongues were slipping into each other’s mouths, quiet and breathy moans escaping as they clung onto one another’s arms.

Just when you thought Papa never noticed the lower ranked Siblings, he continued to surprise you. It was as if he knew and could sense the budding attraction between them for the last few weeks. Even you had caught them flirting with one another, even if they had never admitted it out loud.

Alix broke away from their embrace and turned to look at Terzo who nodded at them. They unzipped their habit and slid it down past their hips, letting it fall to the floor. Naturally small-chested, they often chose to forgo a bra, now standing in front of Papa in nothing but their thong panties.

“Those too,” he said, pointing down. They slipped those off too, now standing in front of their peers and superior completely bare.

He made a come hither motion and they walked up to him. He kissed them gently, caressing their body, his hands cupping their breasts. Alix moaned, closing their eyes.

“I love your fucking cute little tits,” he breathed in between their lips, cupping their chin his hand. “Così dannatamente perfetto.” He motioned for them to sit on the edge of the altar.

As Alix sat down, Terzo motioned for Selene to come to him. She followed suit, already unzipping her habit. He helped her take it off, turning her around so he could unhook her bra. He kissed her on the lips, thumbing her hard nipples and holding her petite frame in his arms easily. He tapped her on the ass and motioned for her to join Alix on the altar, yanking her panties off as she turned around.

Next would be you. You swallowed, closing your eyes for a moment as you realized the man you’d been longing for would soon have his lips on yours…

But he went to your Siblings to the altar instead, leaving you watching. He positioned himself in between them, bringing his hands to their sex, rubbing circles between their thighs while alternating kissing them. They kissed each other through pleasured sighs when he took turns sucking their nipples.

After a moment or two, he retracted his fingers from their clits and stepped back, allowing them to embrace each other and kiss more passionately. “Lick their pretty little cunt,” he instructed Selene. She eyed Terzo as she moved down Alix’s body, finally burying her face in their folds, slipping her tongue inside. Alix moaned louder, arching their back. “Brava ragazza,” he said before turning to you. “You.”

“Yes, Papa?” you asked meekly as he sauntered over to you.

“You better be fucking wet,” he said into your ear, sliding his hand between your legs and finding the barrier of the damp fabric of your panties - already saturated in your arousal.

“I think you’ll find what you’re looking for,” you said with a smile, finding a similar smile spread across his lips almost immediately. He tugged at your underwear, pulling them down your legs. You helped him by kicking them off your ankles and spread your legs for his exploring hand.

His gloved fingers met your clit with ease, already slippery with your slick. “Mmn,” you purred as he made gentle flicking motions. Rather than kiss you, he watched your face intently - each muscle in your face twitching and contorting at every graze to your core. He watched your eyebrows furrow and your lips open to coo as he added another finger, dipping inside your already dripping hole.

You could hear the contented sighs of your Siblings coming from the altar growing louder. You reached down and grasped his rock hard cock through his robes, hearing him murmur “Satanas.”

He led you to the altar, laying you down on your back while he undressed you fully. The cold marble startled your nervous system, your back arching to save your body heat, an “ah!” escaping your lips. You looked to your right, Selene still enthusiastically diving into Alix whose body was convulsing, evidently close to climax.

Terzo kissed your lips gently - the first time your mouths intertwined, feeling just how passionate and sweet his touch could be. He kissed along your body, along your stomach, along your hips, until his lips met in between your thighs. He exhaled, savoring this moment. You inched your hips forward, desperate for release at this point. He slipped his tongue in between your pussy lips, sliding around with the tip and exploring every inch of you. He moaned as he hit your entrance, sucking your slick right out of your cunt.

Your breath caught in your throat until a quiet hum formed. He stroked himself as he covered his face in your juices, sloppily sucking and licking like a desperate, starving man who had never eaten before and was determined to leave the plate clean.

To your right, Alix screamed out in the throes of passion, their body shuddering against Selene’s mouth. Selene held Alix’s head in her hands, tenderly kissing their face until their breathing returned to normal.

They switched positions with Alix now buried in Selene just as Terzo moved up your body, one hand by your ear, the other on his cock. He stroked himself, placing the tip right at your entrance. You spread your legs to prepare yourself for him. He glided inside you with ease, your aching cunt needing to be filled.

And oh fuck - he must’ve been made for you, he fit so well. You didn’t need to prepare for his stretch or length because he just fit, like Lucifer had made you two to piece together like a puzzle.

“Cazzo, you feel so fucking good,” he breathed, entering you thrusting in and out with ease. You cried out as he perfectly brushed against your g-spot from this angle. He continued for a few minutes, your Siblings’ moans acting as a horny soundtrack.

He leaned in to kiss you before sliding out and moving over to Alix, whose ass was in the air, mouth moving over Selene’s cunt. He slammed into them from behind as they cried out. He held onto their hips and pummeled into them. “Is this how you imagined it to be, caro, hmn?” he asked into their ear. Alix could only gasp in pleasure for an answer, satisfying Terzo.

Selene leaned over to kiss you and you could smell Alix’s arousal on her mouth. She reached in between your legs and massaged your clit while you both continued to kiss, Alix hovered between her legs, and Terzo behind them. He extended his arm to Selene’s cunt to relieve Alix, who was gasping and moaning as Terzo slid into them.

He pulled out after a few moments and positioned himself in front of Selene, yanking her legs so their hips were aligned. He lifted her chin with his hand, bringing her face to his and kissing her - though more roughly than he did with you, you noticed. He pushed her legs open, completely exposing her to him, a devilish grin on his face. He thumbed her clit while sliding his cock up to meet her slit, then pushing himself in. As Selene moaned loudly, Alix curled up next to her on the altar, caressing her face and running their hands through her hair.

“You see how your sweet Sister takes my cock so well?” Terzo asked, looking down at Selene as he pumped his entire length in and out of her. “Tell her Siblings, tell her how good she’s doing.”

“You’re taking Papa so well,” Alix encouraged Selene, still stroking her cheek and giving her a kiss on the lips. You stroked her hair and leaned in to kiss her as well, your hand buried in your cunt to alleviate the absence of Papa and Selene’s ministrations.

Terzo continued rubbing circles over her clit while Alix kissed her passionately. Selene’s breathing got quicker, moaning louder and louder. You grabbed onto Terzo’s ass, pushing him deeper into her. Terzo rode her through her orgasm, her body clenching and tensing, her legs wrapping around his waist. Terzo didn’t let up his pace or give her a chance to settle down, instead driving into her more wildly from hearing her cries.

Seeing three obedient Siblings wait so patiently for their turn with him seemed to nearly drive Terzo over the edge as he grunted through thrusts, “Cazzo, not yet!” and pulled out of Selene entirely. He looked you in the eyes. You.

He was saving you for last, his first taste not enough.

He motioned for the other two to get on either side of you. He slid you down towards the middle of the altar, Selene getting up and readjusting herself to your left shoulder, Alix scooting up towards your right. They both ran their hands down your body, massaging your breasts and nipples, touching your cheek, detangling your now messy hair, taking turns kissing you and each other.

Terzo watched them as he spread your legs apart and began to massage along your nethers. He was taking his time exploring a new body with his hands, almost as if to know your shape by muscle memory. He muttered something in Italian under his breath, likely filthy. Eventually his gaze fell to you and only you. He seemed to study you, watching intently as your chest rose and fell with his touches - which strokes and what intensity made you react a certain way. You inhaled sharply as he slipped two fingers inside you and his eyes met yours, watching the way your facial muscles tensed. He twisted and curled his fingers inside you towards him and you exhaled, your mouth opening. He muttered what almost sounded like, “hm,” watching you like a hawk.

“How does that feel?” he asked.

“It feels so good,” you whispered breathlessly.

“Bene. Are you ready for more, Sorella?” he asked softly. You nodded, and he pulled his erection from his robes again, sliding his length along your slit from your core right up to your bud, over and over. He smiled and took delight in watching you hiss each time he tapped your clit with the head of his cock. Your body was tense but you relaxed the more he stroked you up and down, ready for him.

Once he decided he had worked you up enough to take him internally again, he pushed his member inside your cunt and glided in with ease. The two of you moaned together as he filled your walls just as perfectly as before.

“Satanas you are so fucking wet, so fucking tight,” he groaned happily. “Are you this wet from me, or from your Siblings?”

Your cheeks were flushed hot red, sweat forming at your temples. “B-both, I think Papa,” you said.

“Mmn - ! But you are getting wetter from me, Sorella,” he said matter-of-factly.

“Yes, Papa,” you choked through his thrusts.

“Cazzo Sorella, I do not think I will last much longer,” he said, biting his lower lip and tossing his head back. He continued rubbing circles around your sensitive bud with his thumb. You could feel your Siblings caressing your breasts but you really only had eyes for Terzo.

“I’m s-so close, Papa,” you assured him.

“Mm, fuck - ! Where do you want it, sweet Sister? Your pretty tits or your pretty face, hm?” He looked at you, cocking his head to the side.

Goddammit, why did he have to look so cute? Before you fully registered his words you found yourself saying, “Inside me.” Wait, really?

“Merda Sorella, are you sure? - oh Lucifer fuck -”

“Really,” you breathed as you felt your own orgasm take over, and felt him coat you inside.

You had never experienced a high like this. Surrounded by lovers helping you, caring for you. But it was your embrace with Terzo that sent you over the edge. The two of you kissed as he grunted, spilling the last drops of his seed along your walls.

“Buon lavoro, Siblings,” he said, rubbing you each on the chin whilst still inside you. Each of you got up and began to put your clothes back on as Papa adjusted himself back in his robes. “I’ll be sure to tell Imperator you do very good work here,” he said with a wink.

“Grazie, Papa,” you all said in unison, bowing your heads slightly before grabbing your habits from the floor.

As you were each putting your clothes back on, Terzo instructed, “Put each other’s panties on - I want you to feel how wet you were for one another.” You grabbed Selene’s pink panties, feeling the cold wet spot meet your cunt as you slid them over your hips. You could feel your cheeks blush as you each looked at one another.

“Now these silly rumors,” he continued, walking up to Alix who was in the middle of slipping your underwear over their hips.

“Shall never be repeated again, Papa,” they said, lowering their chin but looking him in the eyes.

“Molto bene,” he said, gently clapping them on the cheek while giving you a wink. He began to walk down the aisle of the Abbey towards the front door, but turned on his heel to look at you all once more. “I believe that panel is crooked.”

The panel Alix and Selene had just put up fell off the wall just as Terzo exited.

Italian to English Translations

- tua Sorella (your Sister)

- Così dannatamente perfetto (So damn perfect)

- Brava ragazza (good girl)

- Cazzo (Fuck)

- caro (dear)

- Bene (Good)

- Merda (Shit)

- Buon lavoro (Good job)

- Molto bene (Very good)

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there is love that doesn't have a place to rest — ch. 3

pairing: finan x fem!oc word count: 3556 content warning: this fic deals explicitly with the trauma of sexual assault. while there are no drawn out, graphic scenes, it is made explicitly clear what is going on. for context: oc is uhtred's daughter and was captive in dunholm for all her childhood. proceed with caution. additionally, expect canon typical attitudes, behaviors, violence, etc.

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“i wanna be the broken love song that feeds your misery and i can wish that all i want, but it won't bring us together plus, i know whatever happens to me, i know it's for the better" –phoebe bridgers, waiting room

A week had passed since her father left at the behest of King Alfred, and Ravna spent each day with Osferth in the woods, allowing him to teach her all about the Christian religion. She was not sure she believed any of it— a pregnant virgin was just a bit too absurd for her— but they made for good stories. She thought of the Romans, and the Greeks before them. How many different gods had they believed in? How many gods before them had been worshiped? For this reason alone, Ravna could not count anything out. Or could she believe in anything at all?

“Monk! I had a thought,” Ravna said, finding Osferth in the alehouse.

He was sitting with Finan, but she chose to ignore the other man. Osferth’s brows shot up upon seeing her. She did not make a habit of entering the alehouse, often finding it too loud and the men too abrasive. Osferth put down his mug and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand.

“You say your god is good, yes?”

“Uh, yes. He is all good, just as He is all powerful.”

“If He is both, then how can He allow evil to exist?”

This was what Ravna did not understand. She had long since accepted that her father’s gods, if they did exist, cared little for her. Her father’s gods never claimed to be all good. But Osferth’s god did. Osferth’s god positioned himself as a father who loved his children. If she was this all-good and all-powerful god’s child, she could not fathom why he allowed for her to be abused as she was.

“He did not create evil,” Osferth said.

She scrunched her face at him. “But you said evil and sin comes from Eve eating the apple because Satan told her to, and Satan was created by God, was he not?”

“But God also created free will. He does not control us, Ravna.”

“If God created free will and bestowed it upon people with the option and opportunity for evil, then He created evil!”

A few eyes were looking their way, certainly whispering about her outburst. Finan glanced around the alehouse and leaned across the table.

“Hey, just take a breath now, ceann bheag.”

She rounded on him, eyes narrowed. What gave him the right to tell her to do anything?

“I believe I was talking to Osferth, not you,” she hissed, relishing in the fact that he actually leaned back in shock from her ire being turned on him. Sniffing, she looked back at Osferth. “I do not find myself satisfied with your response. Think on it some more and find me in the morning with better answers.”

Osferth cracked a smile, despite the uncomfortable tension between her and Finan.

“Are you hoping to convert, Lady?” Osferth asked teasingly.

“Maybe if I find you convincing enough,” Ravna responded in the same tone. She stuck her tongue out briefly and smacked the tabletop. “Right, then. I’m getting myself a drink.”

Both men looked shocked, which she took some pride in. Still, it was rather annoying. But, if it took her sitting in the alehouse for hours on end and drinking until her vision blurred for them to see her as the grown woman she was, she would do it. She would show her father and Finan both. She had no need for a nursemaid.

Coin purse in hand, she sidled up to the counter and held her chin high. Men were crowded all around her, but she refused to waver. She had something to prove.

“Lady Ravna.”

Ceolmund, the second son to the alehouse and tavern owners, stood behind the counter. His older brother, Alewulf, was somewhat of a warrior and had gone north with her father.

“Hello,” she said. “I would… like a pitcher of ale, please.”

Ceolmund’s smile was a bit crooked. “You drink with your father’s men, lady?”

She pursed her lips. “And what of it?”

“I am surprised,” he said.

Then, he looked around and leaned in, beckoning her closer. Confused, Ravna complied. Ceolmund’s lips brushed along her ear and she bit back a gasp in surprise.

“Tonight is the full moon, Lady. When the moon is at its peak, come to the mouth of the river so you need not drink with your father’s men.”

She pulled back and arched an eyebrow. “What happens tonight?”

He grinned ear to freckly ear. It would be a bitter lie to say she was not intrigued.

“Us young people get to live,” he said.

“Very well,” Ravna said. “I will join you.”

“Good!” He smacked the counter for good measure. “I’ll go get your ale now, Lady.”

When she returned, she must have been grinning as well. Osferth’s eyebrows shot up to his forehead and he turned to Finan, who was staring at Ravna with his mouth agape.

“What?” she asked.

“What did he say to you?” Osferth asked.

“Nothing,” Ravna said simply, pouring herself a mug of ale.

“No, he said something!”

She rolled her eyes. “Osferth, I am allowed to have friends other than you, no?”

He deflated a bit and took a deep sip from his mug. Smirking to herself, Ravna poured some ale from her pitcher into his now empty cup. With a grin, he knocked his mug against hers and they took large gulps in tandem. Finan looked decidedly put out. Good, she thought, not feeling guilty in the least.

The ale was strong, but she knew it would be. Her father encouraged Ceolmund’s father to brew it the way Danes did, as Saxon ale was often so weak. Ravna’s head was spinning a bit, but she found she did not mind it. She quite liked the feeling, actually. With Osferth’s aid, she drank the entire contents of the pitcher rather quickly. Delighting in the way the whole world around her seemed to tilt as she stood up, Ravna placed her palms on the table to steady herself as she giggled shrilly.

“I… am going to…” She trailed off, losing the thought. “Oh! Yes, I will get more ale.”

Finan grabbed the now empty pitcher and pulled it out of her reach. “Perhaps not, Lady.”

Annoyed but less angry than before— thanks to the ale, in all likelihood— Ravna turned on Finan. Feeling her lips curling into a grin, she snorted and lunged for the pitcher, but he was too quick for her and pulled it further away.

“Finan,” she said shortly, rolling her eyes, “I am grown. I am no child, and you are no nursemaid.”

He reared back as though she had struck him, and it granted her the opportunity to steal back the pitcher. Clutching it to her chest, she swiveled around to go back to the counter, but Ceolmund was already a few paces away.

“Lady Ravna,” he greeted, walking to meet her where she stood. “I’m off now. Would you like me to accompany you on your way?”

Blood rushed to her face, pooling in her cheeks. A bit carelessly, she tossed the pitcher aside and nodded.

“That would do,” she said.

He grinned quite charmingly and offered her his arm.

“Oi!” Finan interrupted. “What’s this about?”

“Ceolmund is accompanying me on my way so I do not need to walk alone in the dark,” Ravna said, cocking her head to the side. “Do you find that unacceptable, Finan?”

Osferth was hiding a grin behind his hands and very pointedly looking away from Finan. Finan, however, seemed downright perplexed and his face was turning a bit red; dark eyes obscured by the scrunch of his eyebrows. When he did not respond, Ravna turned back to Ceolmund, victorious, and took his arm.

“So, will you tell me now what it is that you’re bringing me to?”

“Revelry,” Ceolmund said simply.

And revelry indeed it was. With a large fire going and bodies milling about, Ravna thought back to the many festivities held over the years at Dunholm in honor of the gods. While these were Christians around her, they were not so different.

“We drink mead instead of ale here,” Ceolmund said. “Beatrice makes it with the honey from her father’s bees.”

Ravna nodded, amazed by the sight before her. In her years of living in Coccham, how had she been so vastly unaware of this happening every month? Since she mostly kept to herself, there were a great many people she realized she did not know as unfamiliar faces swam past her. Even Beatrice, who Ceolmund was still talking about, Ravna did not know. She felt bad for it, as clearly everyone knew who she was.

“Lady Ravna!”

Sybil, the blacksmith’s daughter, ran over with a wild grin on her face, a crown of flowers askew on her head. Of the people in the village, Sybil was perhaps one of the only people outside of Ravna’s family that she would consider a friend. Even then, she was unsure.

“Sybil, I’ve said many times, you need not call me Lady,” Ravna said. She glanced at Ceolmund and bowed her head. “Nor do you, friend.”

Sybil reached out and grabbed both of Ravna’s hands. “Well, Ravna, you must come join me for a dance!”

Ravna did not even have the chance to respond before Sybil pulled her away from Ceolmund. Though there was no music, aside from three men who were hardly more than boys drunkenly singing, those who were dancing around the large bonfire seemed to have a tune in their minds. Giggling, Ravna twirled around Sybil as the two of them created their own tune.

“I’m quite pleased you’re here!” Sybil said, swiping a mug from a young man’s hand and taking a deep sip. “You must join us more often.”

She offered out the mug and Ravna took it. The mead was delightful, far superior to any ale she ever had. It tasted of honey and fruit and spices; it tasted of the gods.

“I would like that,” Ravna said, now used to the buzzing feeling the drink gave her. “It might be hard once my father returns.”

“It is the same for the rest of us,” Sybil said. “Many of our fathers joined yours, and we do this with our freedom!”

Sybil flung her arms out and spun around freely. It amazed Ravna. The looseness, the recklessness, the carelessness. It was all she ever wanted to be. She drank until she was stumbling over her own feet, but Ravna was unsure if she could say she ever had such fun.

Ceolmund found her some time later, just as drunk as she was.

“Lady!” he said, all too loudly. “Would you like to take a walk with me?”

On the very far depths of the horizon, Ravna could see the beginnings of sunrise, lightening the dark sky above.

“Perhaps you could walk me back to town,” she said.

“Of course, Lady.”

She rolled her eyes. “Ceolmund, please, I wish for you to only call me Ravna.”

They walked hand-in-hand, tripping over one another, their own feet, and tree roots alike. The village center was deserted entirely by the time they finally found their way back. For some reason unknown to her, Ravna was giggling loudly and constantly. Ceolmund did not seem to mind, however, and instead grinned at her with that crooked smile of his. She stopped to stare at him, and perhaps count the freckles on his face. There were a great many, and she was fascinated by them.

“Ravna,” he whispered, “may I kiss you?”

It was perhaps because no one had ever asked her that question before that she did say yes. Ceolmund was not the most experienced or skilled of kissers, but him asking her permission made it the best kiss of her life. She curled a hand around the back of his neck and clutched him close, letting her bodily knowledge take over.

They stumbled back against a tree, his hands roaming all over her body and lips trailing down her neck. This, she thought, was what being young was for. She clutched his curls in hand while his fingers fumbled for the strings on her breeches. She giggled some more, but this time it came out as half a moan.

“Ceolmund,” she whispered, tugging at the root of his hair. “We’re too exposed.”

The mere fact that he paused and pulled away from her to look around almost made her want to drop to her knees and push all fears of being caught aside. But to do so, would be to act like a child. She wanted to be treated like the woman she was, so even in her drunken haze she knew she could not. Not right now, at least.

“Yes.” He sighed, chest heaving. “I suppose you’re right.”

“Anyone could stumble upon us,” she reasoned.

But, then, she kissed him again. She kissed him over and over and over again until the sky turned orange with sunrise. Drunkenness abating and replacing itself with a throbbing head, Ravna began to pull her hands from Ceolmund’s hair.

“I should return home,” she mumbled against his lips.

“That would be for the best,” he agreed, still kissing her.

She dragged her teeth along his bottom lip and forced herself away. She did not look back at him as she walked home. If she did, it was likely her self restraint would fall apart, and she really needed to be home before Gisela awoke to tend to Stiorra, who always rose with the sun.

Another week passed, and Ceolmund, who was not so interesting or smart as he seemed that night of the full moon, proved himself to be a kind young man who was undoubtedly fond of her and never tried to touch her more than she liked him to. (It was the kindest a man had ever treated her, so it surely meant something.) Unable to deny the fact that she liked it when he kissed her, even when she was not mind numbingly intoxicated, she found herself sneaking around to press her lips to his at any given opportunity— which naturally led to her pressed up against the back of the alehouse with his hands creeping up underneath her tunic. And that was when and how Finan found them.

“Oi!”

The brogue was undeniable, forcing them to separate at the sound of his voice alone. Lips wet and swollen, Ravna cursed quietly. Ceolmund looked as though he were about to shit his breeches.

“What do ya’ think yer doing?” Finan barked, marching over to them and grabbing Ceolmund by the collar of his tunic.

“Nothing,” Ceolmund said loudly. “We were doing nothing!”

“That’s your lord’s daughter, boy,” Finan said.

“Y-yes, I— I know.”

Ravna groaned. She was well aware of her father’s orders to Finan to keep her safe and make sure she was well, but this was absurd.

“Finan,” she said, wrenching his hand away from Ceolmund, “let him go!”

When his fingers released the fabric, Ceolmund stumbled backwards and then began to run. She rolled her eyes and rounded on Finan.

“What is wrong with you?” she screamed, flinging her hands into the air. “He was doing nothing wrong!”

“Oh, he was doing plenty wrong, lady,” Finan said.

“How is what he was doing any different from what you do to the women in the tavern?”

He stared at her in shock, but she was not finished.

“And how is what I was doing any different from what those women do to you? I am a woman, Finan, not a girl! I know very well what that was. I am not stupid, nor am I the naive child everyone believes me to be!”

Seething, she stomped in the opposite direction Ceolmund ran. She needed to be far away from everyone, Finan especially. How dare he embarrass her like that? Who did he think he was? Her hands shook in her anger, vision blurring at the edges. She was unsure whether she wanted to scream or sob more, so she would go into the woods and do both. She would beat her knuckles bloody on the tree bark if she desired.

Her fury remained. She stood at the riverside, throwing rocks as far as she could to force it to leave her. A twig snapped behind her and then there was the telltale rustle of leaves. She gritted her teeth and let out a groaning shout as she threw another rock. She would not acknowledge him. She refused. He would have to come to her and force himself into her line of sight.

“I apologize, ceann bheag. I should not have grabbed the boy like that.”

How she hated that nickname now. Less than a month ago, she found it sweet. Little one. Now, she knew what it meant. She was a small child, and always would be. Tears of anger and resentment flooded her eyes, stinging in the wind as she tried to hold them back. She sniffed and sat down on the embankment, knees pulled to her chest. She closed her eyes as she heard Finan move closer and sit down beside her.

“You’ve barely spoken to me since your father left, ya’ know,” Finan said.

Ravna pursed her lips.

“And I don’ know why,” he continued. “Seems like ya’ will talk to anyone an’ everyone but me.”

Anger getting the best of her, she snapped, “I heard you, you idiot!”

Her cheeks were wet, the tears finally having spilled out. A deep crease appeared between Finan’s eyebrows.

“The day before my father left, I heard what you said to him,” Ravna elaborated. “And you were right, Finan. I do not take kindly to it.” She swiped at her face and sniffled loudly. “I do apologize for being such a burden when I was foolish enough to believe we were friends.”

He swore in a low voice, more a grumble than words, and ran a hand over his beard. She watched him from the corner of her eye, wanting to turn to him but wanting to be steadfast more.

“Ravna,” he said quietly, softly. “Ya’ never should’ve heard that.”

“And yet,” she muttered, a bitter and sour taste in her mouth.

“I do not think ya’ to be a burden.” His voice was gentle and slow, as though he were trying to find his footing.

“What do you think of me, then?” she asked, finally turning to look at him fully with blazing eyes. “Because I do not think you see a woman.”

“Well, I don’ see a man!”

She rolled her eyes, curbing the urge to kick him.

“You know quite well that is not what I meant!”

She shot up and moved to stomp away, but got up just as fast and grabbed her arm to stop her from walking away. His hand had a tight grip on her, just above the crook of her elbow.

“What ya’ need to understand is, on the ship all your father talked about was his little girl who had been taken from him.”

She was not proud of the manner in which she gasped— both at his touch and the subject of the slave ship being raised. Neither he nor her father ever spoke of their time enslaved, and she could not blame them. How often did she discuss her time at Dunholm, after all?

“And that’s what ya’ were when I met ya’!”

“But I am no longer a child!�� she exclaimed.

“No,” he agreed solemnly. “Yer a woman, to be sure, and ya’ have been since the time ya’ stepped foot in Coccham.”

“Then why do you all continue to treat me as one?” She glared up at him, furious. “You likened yourself to a nursemaid and begged my father to change his mind. If you are so unhappy here, I grant you leave to join my father. Go! If you wish it, go, and I will hold no anger in my heart.”

“Lady,” he said, “I would not do that.”

“Why? Because my father asked you to?”

“Because I care about ya’!”

She watched as his eyes crinkled at the corners and his hand not holding her arm lifted, perhaps of its own accord judging by the shock in his eyes, to take hold of her face. The calluses on his palms, made from years of training with swords and pulling oars, were rough against her cheek, but she was too preoccupied by her surprise at the sudden touch to care.

“You’re not just Uhtred’s daughter. You’re far more than that.”

His hand slipped past her cheek to cradle the back of her head, and then he pulled her into a tight hug. Sniffling once more, she tucked her face into his chest and slipped her arms around his torso. After a moment, she pulled her arms away and took a large step backwards with a burning face. She really ought not to have allowed herself to step so close. It was inappropriate.

“I am glad you see me as I am,” she said quietly.

Above their heads, a cloud shifted and sent a bright beam of light directly upon Finan’s head. It illuminated him in a brilliant shade of gold, and she needed to look away from how bright he was, lest she do or say something absurd.

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