Vent

☆☆vent☆☆

i am always feeling super uncomfortable when i read a fic that mentions or revolves around marriage because i was taught since i was super young (so young i was still learning to read) that marriage was a negative thing "never get married" "don't ever get married" seeing everyone argue every day, now marriage to me feels like being trapped and its a little sad that something that others understand as devotion and eternal love means something so horrible to me... i don't know if i will ever be able to look at it fondly, so i don't know if anyone will ever be able to love me deeply, the way people might feel if they get married :///

Accidentally falling into Simon's lap and giving him a boner was not your intention. But when he slides his cock in and out of you in such a sinful way you can't help but thank the lord you fell. And praying that he cums in you to satisfy your breeding kink.

Unspoken Love

Requested By: @herdrops

Oneshot

Summary: Unable to confess their love out loud, MC does so through small acts of service and gifts. After realizing what they're doing, Satan returns the favor. Satan x Shy! Reader Word Count: 1,866

Words and phrases were Satan’s forte. Though, it would be silly to expect anything less considering the amount of time he spent reading.

When he first picked up a book, it was to gain respect. He couldn’t accept the fact that he was born from Lucifer because he was afraid no one would treat him as an individual.

He wanted to gain as much knowledge as possible to prove those people wrong. To show them how much of an independent and intellectual person he was.

But he soon grew a fascination with reading. He found that it wasn’t just a well of knowledge but it was something that entertained him. It could take him to faraway lands or teach him about feelings that he hadn’t experienced yet.

He knew anger. He knew sadness. He knew fear. But there was one emotion didn’t know - love. He was obsessed with reading about it.

Not the kind of love that he was told was shared between him and his brothers. But the kind of love where you want to share your life with someone. The kind of love that makes your heart skip a beat whenever the person walks into the room. The kind of love that makes you smile whenever you see them.

He read countless romance books, eager to know everything about it so that he knew when he experienced it in real life. But, no matter how many books he read, he never felt that way. 

It wasn’t for lack of trying.

Satan had tried to make friends with others. And as one of the seven rulers, he had plenty of people approach him. But no one gave him that feeling that so many authors and poets wrote about.

That was until you walked into his life.

The first few times Satan talked to you, he believed there was something wrong with him.

His heart would race, he would feel hot, and his hands would sweat. He was sure that he was coming down with some sort of sickness. 

But, when it kept happening, he realized that those were symptoms of being around you specifically. So then, what about you made him feel ill?

And as that question ran through his mind, his thoughts went back to his romance books. Back to the way the characters felt in the presence of their beloved. He wasn’t feeling sick - he was feeling nervous. 

He was positive he was jumping to conclusions. That he was once again getting his hopes up. So desperate to know what love felt like that he was making things up. Creating ties where there weren’t any.

But he couldn’t deny the fact that every time he saw you smile, his heart swelled. Or the fact that whenever you talked to him, he would get an excited feeling in his stomach. Not to mention how excited he would get whenever the two of you had a moment alone.

Satan was a stickler for hard facts and those were all undeniable proof of what was happening. He was finally experiencing love for the first time in his life.

But love often went hand in hand with fear. Fear that you wouldn’t feel the same way. Fear of unrequited love. He had also read about that in his books, and it never ended well.

So, he didn’t have the confidence to approach you and simply tell you how he felt. He needed a plan first. He needed - wanted - you to fall for him back first.

He tried to mimic the things he learned in his novels. He did similar acts of service, attempted to recite some of their best lines, and even tried to give you lavish gifts that the love interests always seemed to like.

But his attempts didn’t go far. You always seemed to appreciate them. You would blush when he complimented you, be grateful when he did something for you, and thank him kindly whenever he got you a gift. But he still felt like he was no closer to getting you to love him.

He didn’t understand what he was doing wrong. It worked in his books every single time.

He had to take more time to analyze the situation. There had to have been something he was missing.

He observed every detail written on the pages when it finally clicked. In all of his planning, he didn’t take into account that you might not like the same things they liked.

He assumed you were like them instead of your own person. A mistake he scolded himself for because he knew how wrathful he could become when someone did the same to him with Lucifer.

These characters liked grand gestures because they were so bold and forward with their emotions. But you were more soft-spoken and shy. It was something he loved about you.

Love interests in his book tended to be fearless in their acts of love. Their confessions would be over the top and flashy. They proclaimed their love in extravagant ways, always making a huge deal out of it.

Satan assumed that was how all love was supposed to be. How was he to know otherwise?

But the more he sat by himself in his room and thought, the more he comprehended that you had been returning his love this entire time. Just, in a different way. In your perfectly unique way.

It was a moment of revelation as a montage of his past moments with you played in his mind.

Satan had come to the library one day, desperately needing to escape from the outside world for a bit. He found you there waiting for him already.

You immediately smiled upon seeing him, and he couldn’t help but do the same, genuinely happy just to see you.

The kind of love that makes you smile whenever you see them.

You had laid out Satan’s favorite books on the table, paying attention to which ones he liked to reread when he was feeling particularly worn out. He looked down at the table and noticed the one he wanted sitting on top of the pile as if you had read his mind.

He knew that you weren’t always the most talkative, so he sat down next to you silently. Giving you a small smile as he did before turning his attention to his book.

He hadn’t been reading for too long when he felt a pair of eyes on him. He looked up and his breathing faltered as he saw you staring at him. You immediately blushed at being caught and quickly turned your attention back to your book. 

*

About a week after that incident, Satan asked you if you would want to meet up with him to study for a bit. He wanted to spend some time alone with you, but he wasn’t sure how to ask you without coming off too forward. 

He anxiously awaited your arrival, sitting alone at a table inside a nearby cafe. He figured a public place would make you feel more comfortable. But as the time ticked on, he was getting worried you had stood him up.

That’s when he saw you approaching him, a gentle smile on your lips as you walked over to him. His heart skipped a beat as you got closer and closer to him.

The kind of love that makes your heart skip a beat whenever the person walks into the room. 

“I’m sorry I’m late!” you apologized, setting your things down. Satan was about to tell you it was okay when you continued to explain, “The bookstore was having a sale and I thought you would want some!”

Satan was surprised by your words but was even more so when his eyes trailed to your hand to see you holding out multiple cat-themed bookmarks. 

“I know how much you like cats,” you added quietly, avoiding his gaze as a light pink dusted your cheeks. 

Satan graciously took the bookmarks from you, telling you how much he appreciated the gesture. He would make sure to treat them like his most prized possession. They came from you, after all.

There were multiple times when you had surprised Satan with a gift or act that no one else would have thought twice about. And although he didn’t put too much thought into it at first, he realized now what it meant.

You had to have been quietly observing him from afar to know what he liked. He had been doing the same as well. He had noted what you liked to drink, what you liked to eat, what your favorite color was.

He could write an entire book about all of the things he’d come to learn about you. And eventually, he did have to write it down, scared to forget something. 

And he had never been so thankful for his detailed personality. If this was your love language, he was more than happy to speak it with you. He would show you his affection in any way that you wanted.

Satan started doing small things in return for all the ones you had done for him. 

He would wait for you outside of your classroom with your favorite drink in his hand. He immediately smiled when he saw you and he offered you the drink.

The blush on your cheeks as you accepted it only made his feelings for you grow stronger. He wondered if you knew how adorable you always looked.

Every glance from you that he noticed, he would return with twice as much love in his eyes.

Every smile you gave him, he would respond with one that was as equally bright and somewhat unfitting for the Avatar of Wrath.

If he ever heard you talking to someone or himself about a book you wanted to read, he would make sure that he got it for you the next day. He would present it to you in the library and ask if you wanted to read it with him. 

He never wanted anything in return for his gifts except for maybe a chance to spend some alone time with you. 

Sitting in solitude with you was his favorite part of any day. He loved reading with you, the library quiet except for when the two of you would talk to each other.

He watched as you energetically explained a scene in the book that you were reading and your voice sounded melodious whenever you laughed at something he said.

Eventually, reading in the library wasn’t as enjoyable if you weren’t there with him. As if a part of him was missing. He wanted to spend every moment with you. To share every line from his books with you.

The kind of love where you want to share your life with someone.

Satan was sure of it now. He had finally found the kind of love that he had been searching so relentlessly for. And it didn’t matter if you never said the three words to him that he knew you felt.

He would spend all of eternity showing his love through small acts if that’s what you wanted. As long as you knew what they truly meant.

Disturbing Lucifer when he's working late nights will lead to getting a lot more than you bargained for. He's patient for a while with you. Far too lenient for his own good. Letting you mess with his coat, fiddle your arms about, and sinfully whisper in his ear. My god you make it difficult for him to continue focusing on this important document. Not good since that's due in a few hours. Diavolo won't be happy if it's late by even a few minutes. But still, he lets you continue. He tolerates you.

However, after more than a few cups of Demonus flowing through him. He struggles to hold himself back from caging you in-between himself and the desk he's currently working at. Strong fingers dig into your hips, commanding you to stay still while his other hand continues to write. Quick and with ease, like he's determined to get it over with . . . So, he can do what he really wants. Warm lips ghosting a mere few centimetres above your neck. You could feel his breath fan your neck lightly. His head nuzzled up against your cheek.

It's a while before he speaks again, "just a little longer my love. I'll be done soon~" With your head feeling fuzzy due to being surrounded by his comforting scent, and the promise of more all you can do is . . .

Wait

[ ᴅɪᴠɪᴅᴇʀꜱ ʙʏ: @iwonbinl]

Olympics core

Mammon x reader

hope's notes: i don't know what this is, leave me alone D: (can u tell my writing is a little rusty? :')

Logically speaking, Mammon knew it wasn't possible. You can't have a heart attack just because you looked at someone, right?

Mammon also thinks that maybe he is a bit out of logic right now, from the moment you walked in. You were just...you? So, why did his chest feel so tight?

To rewind, earlier in the day Asmo had suggested going out together to party because "we hardly spent any time together anymore." Everybody, even work-ridden Lucifer, agreed reluctantly to quiet his whines. Mammon was on-board from the very first. It was settled that everyone was going to meet in the club at 8, have fun and hopefully in the rare case that nobody dies, everyone goes home peacefully.

Everything was alright at the beginning. Beel had mentioned that you were gonna arrive a little late due to some work holding you back. Mammon had to contain the pout that was forming on his face.

Maybe it was the flashing light, the hyper-energetic song thumping in his ears- but when Mammon caught a glimpse of you talking to Satan in one corner, he almost threw up.

You looked, so beautiful.

His heart clenches a little seeing you smiling and laughing at Satan. He's pretty sure Levi can feel the envy rolling off of him. He stutters in his step, making his way to get another drink. You look...divine. Your laughter seems to reach his ears over all the muffled music, you smile is blinding and the way your eyes light up everytime you talk, gesturing wildly with your hands, it makes him take a deep breath just to stabilise himself.

And yeah, sure he always thinks that about you but right now-right now felt completely different. Out of the corner of his eye, he thinks he sees Levi subtly judging him as he stumbled his steps. Maybe he did have a little too much to drink...

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