Contains: Gn!Reader, nsfw under the cut, mentions of eating preferences, cum in hole
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♡ Hate it when people write Leona as a mean boyfriend.
♡ He’d literally treat his partner like royalty (because they will be once he marries them!!)
♡ He’d definitely tease and poke fun at them affectionately, but he’d never purposely upset them in a serious way.
♡ if his partner is more masc leaning then he’d definitely feel more inclined to play fight with them, not scared to bite scratch and kick but still never anything seriously harmful. Play fighting is usually reserved for when they’re both alone though, so that’s why he reverts to verbal teasing so much in public (and he’s just a sassy bastard)
♡ if his partner is more fem leaning, then he’d still play fight with them, but he’d need reassurance that it’s okay to play rough with them (if it’s to avoid angering said partner and getting bitch slapped or he’s scared to accidentally hurt them nobody can tell) (it’s both)
♡ I feel like Leona would have a thing for people with a lil bit of a tummy. He likes a partner with a healthy appetite like him so they can share food and he won’t have to worry about them feeling the need to save food for him or anything. A lot of people say he’d have him and his partner go to a fancy rich restaurant, but I think he’d love buffets.
♡ also a big fan of post meal cuddling at home, nuzzling and purring all up on his ~~mate~~ partner’s neck and cheek while holding them oh so close.
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♥︎ NSFW WARNING ♥︎
♥︎ Obviously a big fan of lazy sex and cuddle fucking but that doesn’t mean he just cares about his own pleasure
♥︎ say you’re riding him; he’s not just going to lay there, he’s licking and biting sloppily wherever he can reach, aiming for your sweet spots. He’s thrusting up in somewhat the same rhythm as you as he holds your hips— but he gets handsy quick and needs to grope every part of you.
♥︎ a big fan of cock warming, being naked and snuggling under the blankets with his cock shoved juuuust right into you. Deep and just barely grazing your g-spot.
♥︎ another favorite of lazy sex he likes is when you’re both so tired and sleepy but too horny to *not* do anything, so one of you groggily grabs the vibrating toys and puts them on each of you.
You both lay cuddling for a while, occasionally changing the vibe levels and patterns tailored to your liking. Eventually it gets hotter and hotter, you’re grinding, whimpering into each other, making out sloppy until it’s too much and you both need to cum-!
Leona pulls the toy off of himself and quickly does the same to you before either of you can finish. He attacks your neck, far more awake than before, as he mumble’s permission to cum in you (as if he needs to ask, but consent is sexy).
He positions you on top of him, lining his dick with your previously lubed hole. He holds your hips down and furiously thrusts up, gritting his teeth as he is so so so close— he licks his hand in a long sloppy and *wet* stripe before harshly [rubbing your clit/stroking up and down your base] *just right* with the same amount of vigor before you both come completely undone together.
But it’s not enough for him. You cuddle and kiss for a while before he growls and flips you over on his plush bed, throwing your legs on each of his shoulders before pounding into your soaked hole. He throws his head back, his gorgeous hair falling perfectly as he pounds you with his own deep moans and groans “ahn, ahn, ahn~!” with each thrust into you…
I wanted to ask what do you think about Riddle x King of hearts! reader/oc/charachter (;´∀｀)
Riddle x KoH!Reader HCS
CWs: None! A/N: Sorry this is kinda short— I’ll make a part 2 if there’s a demand for it, lol
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♡ Riddle is strict with everyone but you-
♡ is what everyone else thinks.
♡ In reality he has you on the tightest leash of all!
♡ He likes, needs his partner to be a perfect extension of himself. Soon, he realizes how sheepish you are in comparison and relents a little
♡ Thinks of you as a very beloved pet; petting your hand or hair to soothe himself in stressful times
♡ Frankly, he gets massive cuteness aggression and fights to pinch your cheeks in publicHe frequently loses this fight and ends up cooing over you anyways, you're just too much for him!
♡ Everyone else is feeling the consequences for this, though— giving the cards more chores, yelling louder at them if they spot him being affectionate with you.
♡ He can’t be seen going soft! Not that its your fault though,
♡ Ok,,, Maybe he gives you a little special treatment subconsciously— but that doesnt mean you can abuse this power over him!!
♡ He adores endlessly when you act sheepish and shy around only him, tugging his sleeve and begging politely for whatever you desire from him (he simply cannot resist!)
♡ Riddle thinks it's both adorable and admirable when you try to act like a brave King to the cards when you think he isn’t around, he feels so very proud of his partner setting good examples so boldly yet melting in his hands the second he comes back around
♡ Kisses your cheeks and praises you for taking care of small tasks for him, doting and embarrassing you with praises
♡ Forces you to get better at croquet so you can be the one to pour his tea
♡ If you continue to fail, he’ll give you private lessons himself (that he deffo isn’t enjoying way too much, hands on your hips instructing you how to swing, you obeying the best of your ability for him)
CW: BSDM, Dom!Riddle, Sub!Reader, GN!Reader, Reader isn’t Yuu, Cuck chair (kinda?), Reader is a cuck to Riddle’s right hand(idk how to tag that), author’s first smut fic, long fic, no beta we die like Lilia, not edited
Words; 3.3K AO3 Ver.
A/N: Holy MOLY sorry this took so long to get out, work and school has me SWAMPED on top of side projects. Thanks so much for the support, I’m definitely thinking about turning this into a series lol.
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Riddle had called you to his bedroom when the sun began to set, when the day was fading into night, a time he knew neither of you would be bothered. You chewed your lip nervously, slick shoes clicking against the polished tile floor along the hallways of the proud Heartslabyul dorm, you could hear your heart beat in the all too quiet Heartslabyul halls.
You knew that you had been naughty and you were in trouble, you thought you could trick or lie your way out of it and Riddle would never have to know. Very stupid, Prefect. It's very stupid to think someone such as him doesn’t love and care for you enough to not notice the details about you, even the unsavory ones, he’ll always care.
When you finally arrive at his door, with the gull to be almost 5 minutes later than he had requested due to your nervous hesitation and avoidance, you swallow and knock on his door with a shaky fist.
“Enter.” Riddle says monotonously.
You whine softly behind self-chewed lips, his voice enough to make you weak in the knees and guilty. You straighten out your uniform in poor attempts to make yourself presentable to his standards, take a breath, and walk in slowly.
“You wanted to see me, Riddle?” You said with a crooked hidden nervous smile
“Excuse me?” Stormy blue-grey eyes look up to you from Riddle’s desk to meet yours with a raised brow as a warning, sending a shiver down your spine
Your cheeks heated up with embarrassment at the slip up as you come to terms with your role of the evening
“You wanted to see me,…Housewarden?” You muttered the title in a bashful whisper, you hated your proud boyfriend for making you call him that title, you hate it deliciously so, you hate how it makes you ask god why you become soaked every time he makes you do it.
Riddle hummed in acknowledgement of your correction without further comment as he straightened out a thin stack of papers on his desk before standing up and sauntering over to you, each click of his perfectly polished boots making it harder and harder not to beg forgiveness then and there.
“What’s this?” He asked, but expected no proper explanation from you as he held up your most recent report card.
You winced at his sharp tone, your heart sinking into your stomach at the sight of the paper, your grades have gone from A’s to C’s in a matter of weeks with summer break coming up, you took it upon yourself to say ‘the next few weeks of school work didn’t matter’ and ‘it’ll be fine to goof off with Ace and Deuce’. And now you were paying the price.
You were sweating buckets, time was simultaneously too fast and too slow for you to think of a proper lie or excuse to help you get out of your ineffable punishment, you scrunched up your uniform bottoms repeatedly, looking around the room for an answer like a last resort in a final. Riddle gritted his teeth as his patience quickly began to wear thin, with one gloved palm he grabbed your cheeks hard, not enough to harm you, but enough to make your head stay still as he spat;
“Stop looking for excuses and don’t play with your fingers. Explain to me why you of all people thought goofing off this close to finals was a good idea? Hm?”
You whimpered again, feeling more powerless than ever this close under Riddle's icy glare, practically tasting the sugar on his breath as he scolded you for your misbehavior yet for some reason you wanted nothing more than to grab him and kiss him silly. Riddle noticed your pathetic horny stature, he let go of your face and sighed, wordlessly snapping and pointing to the chair a few feet in front of the bed.
That chair. That custom made gold black and red chair, clawed legs, soft velvety cushion, adorned with beautiful heart carving complete with leather straps on the arms and legs and a little buzzer button under the right arm.
You shuddered as your eyes followed the direction. You instantly got on your knees and hugged Riddle’s shiny leather boots, nuzzling his knee.
“Please, no, Housewarden! I swear I’ll be good, I’ll do more chores, I’ll-!”
“Shh-!”
He quickly hushed you, wordlessly snapping and pointing to the chair again, turning his head away from you.
“I will not tell you a third time.”
You looked at the chair, then Riddle, then back again before accepting your fate with a sigh. You began to rise before a heel pressed on your knee.
“Ah, ah, ah-! If you’re going to beg like a dog, then you’ll crawl like one too.”
He taunted with a sadistic grin, happily soaking up your misery, already half hard just at your patheticness and more importantly, your submission to him.
Your knickers were quickly becoming more and more soaked with each crawl closer to the chair, your knees wobbly as you failed to control your breathing. He’d never admit it, but he was struggling as well while he got a full view of your ass as you crawled to the chair from his command. He wanted nothing more than to pounce onto you and make you scream.
‘No, no. They need discipline and a firm hand to deliver it. Even if they are cute when they’re needy… so cute’
Riddle thought to himself before coming back to reality with a shaky inhale and smoothing down his trousers, trying to ignore the tent in them. He looked back at you to see you sitting politely in the chair, legs crossed, hands clasped and in your lap as you waited patiently to be strapped down for your punishment. Though he didn’t show it, Riddle softened if only a tiny bit at the sight of you exhibiting good behavior, he internally prided himself for disciplining you into good behavior so well.
“Good.”
Riddle said curtly before moving to strap down your arms in silence.
“Ow-!” You winced
“Too tight?”
“Yes, Housewarden”
“Good.”
He smiled darkly to himself at your suffering as he moved on from your arms to unbutton your uniforms top layers. Your breath hitched in delightful hope that maybe just maybe he’d touch you tonight. He fueled this hope by slowly running his palm up and down your bare chest and stomach teasingly.
“Awn,” Pouted in faux sympathy
“Look how hard, it’s not cold tonight, so you must be aroused by your punishment, naughty thing.”
Riddle chuckled smugly to himself before harshly flicking your erect and sensitive nipple with the intents for pain, making you whine and raise your hips in delicious misery. He scowled and slapped your thigh quick and hard.
“Patience-!” He demanded, with no room for argument.
The queen inhaled and exhaled, remembering to keep himself in control of his anger before continuing to dance his fingers to your bottoms, pulling them down in a painfully slow motion. He folded them neatly by your chair, making a mental note to put them in the wash in the morning.
Once done, he patted your thigh gently to signal you to raise your hips to remove your knickers, he bit his lip in delight as he watched your slick slowly stretch then deattaching from the cotton fabric. He folded the soaked underwear with the uniform bottoms before rising to undress himself as he spoke.
“You,” he began, unbuttoning his coat
“are to sit still and watch me, I want you to think about what you’ve done and how you can improve upon your behavior while I use you as eye candy.”
Riddle put his clothes in the hamper, leaving him in his boots, gloves, and crown. He walked off closer to his bed pausing and turning his head to check his heels for dirt so as to not mess his bed further than he was about to. With a satisfied hum, he slowly crawled into his plush warm neat bed, cozying in with a soft comfortable sigh. Slowly, he spread his thighs that were as plush and creamy white as his bed, he was hard and leaking from the tip, oozing like a fresh squeezed eclair.
You bit your lip at the sight of him on full display as if he was the whore in this situation instead of you, you internally remembered watching him during equestrian club as a supportive partner, the memory of his chubby thighs and bottom being put to work coming to you in flashes. Meanwhile, the boy in question reached to his nightstand and grabbed his favorite bottle of strawberry lube.
He further snuggled into the pillows for support and spread his thighs, heels barely digging into his chubby underthighs. He sighed in a deep, deep, comfort as if a weight had been lifted off his chest as he slowly stroked his cock with his freshly lubed palm.
Riddle started with slow and deep pumps, moaning soft but proudly as if he was getting a regular massage, clearly enjoying himself as if you weren’t here at all, switching from long pleasurable strokes to palming and fondling his balls and back again for several minutes. He circled his red, leaking tip with his leather clad thumb as his eyes finally met yours. They were cold and blank, as if you were gunk on his shoe and not his personal pornography for the evening.
“So,” Riddle began before sighing softly from his own palm
“I want you to tell me everything you’ve done wrong. I want you leaving my room completely clean of any misbehavior you might’ve done recently,”
His eyes left yours temporarily, head leaning back into the pillows as he quickly sped up the pace on pumping his cock.
“that way we- haaaangh~ won’t have to do this again if I find out something- mmnph~ you’ve failed to tell me.” He slowed back down to slow deep pumps, catching his breath and mewing softly before raising his head to look back at you for confirmation. “Understood?”
You whined at the sight of him, knowing he was only feeling this good because of you. To torment you, to teach you a lesson, pumping his cock to your perfect chest. You desperately craved to be the one jerking him off, blowing him, riding him- fuck, anything but being tied up in this chair, being a cuck to nobody but his own hand!
“Housewarden, please-“ in futile, you attempted to wiggle and grind your aching wet cunny against the velvet plush of the chair.
Riddle cut you off before you could even properly finish your sentence.
“Pet.” He warned, “begging is a privilege. you do not get any privileges until you confess your crimes.”
He matched his pumps with his words to enunciate them. You bit your lip and took a slow breath, in and out to reset your mind. Internally, Riddle was proud, smiling ever so slightly in the dark to see his submissive lover obeying and thinking about their actions before doing them (something he wishes a certain Heartslabyul duo would follow after).
“Housewarden…” you began, looking at him sheepishly “I’ve been misbehaving.”
Riddle sighed softly from pleasure or at relief of hearing you come clean you couldn’t tell, closing his eyes and continuing to masturbate as he listened, humming in confirmation for you to continue.
And so you did; “I’ve been slacking on my schoolwork, I’ve been playing bad games with Trappola and Spade, and I’ve neglected my studying of the Queen Of Heart’s RuleBook despite you telling me to not do these things.” You confessed pitifully
“I’m sorry, Housewarden, I’ll do better.” You sternly said, though still embarrassed and ashamed, you knew you’d earn his graces better by speaking clearly than shyly. You really were his good sub most of the time, making him so proud. And yet, you still somehow find yourself in this position often enough he deemed it worthy to spend actual thaumarks to get you a custom chair for punishments, when he so rather prefers to spend it on your rewards, tsk, tsk.
“Hmm…” Riddle hummed in thought, keeping his eyes closed as he considered your confession (and a little bit of how good his cock currently felt), making you nervous.
He opened his eyes with a flutter, stopping his palm and rising from the bed. His heels clicked softly against the floor as he made his way to the chair, to you. Riddle grabbed your blushing cheeks lightly with his clean gloved hand.
“Good. I accept your confession.” He said with a devilish smile as he quickly unbuckled your straps on the chair. You tried to ease your wrists by rubbing them for a moment but before you could Riddle grabbed your hand and led you to the bed in quick haste.
He almost jumped into the bed like a bunny eager to get a treat, you knew whatever he wanted you to do, he wanted it done without hesitation. Riddle bit his lip to conceal his almost excitement as he got back into his cozy position. He patted the space in between his wide spread legs.
“Here, Pet.”
You were quick to follow his order, crawling on the silk sheets to make your way to heaven. Er, Riddle’s thighs. Same thing. You were nervous to say the least nevertheless.
“Since you were good and confessed” He began while returning to stroking his cock, this time with a little more pace added. “I’ll allow you to suckle me.”
You blushed and nodded your head with joy, quickly making yourself comfortable (with no trouble from the softness of the bed and the welcoming embrace of your lover’s sweaty but cozy inner-thighs), you opened your already salivating mouth slightly, your head making its way to his plump cock. Riddle chuckled and cooed softly before lifting your head by your chin with his free hand.
“Tsk, tsk. Not well enough behaved for my member, darling.” He slowly led your head further down and pushing you closer, enough for you to get the picture, but not too rough you couldn’t back away if you were uncomfortable with it tonight.
If somehow possible, you blushed brighter as your pouty mouth was nuzzled lightly into his balls. He was definitely clean, only a few tuffs of ruby red rested on his pubic area, cut off before a happy trail could crawl up and perfectly neat, but it didn’t make being shoved into your boyfriend’s ballsack while he jerked off as a punishment any less embarrassing. In fact it made it worse, making such a refined person do such filthy acts all for the sake of punishing you for being so naughty.
Riddle chuckled darkly under his breath, trailing his free hand slowly up to your hair and petting it with an air light, shaking touch.
“Go on, Pet.”
You looked up at him with puppy eyes for a moment, double checking you truly were allowed to have your reward. Not wanting to waste another second you opened your mouth whorishly wide, drooling tongue lolling out. You licked a looooong and wet stripe from the back to the front of his balls.
“OH!-“
Riddle mewled, his eyes rolling back momentarily. He pumped his cock with more passion and you drank the sight up. You lapped up his balls eagerly like an energetic puppy getting a bone for the first time in weeks, in a way you are. Loving the noises your lover makes and wanting to make up your misdeeds, you slurp up his balls, taking them in your mouth and sucking, licking your pointed tongue to and fro. Riddle arched his back, panting and pumping furiously, almost losing balance. His octave rose with each movement of your trained tongue.
“Yes, YES, YES-!!~”
He cried before a splash of his heavy cream came gushing from his chubby cock, effectively coating your hair a little. It wasn’t his largest load, but he was pent up and your mouth felt so good on him. You sloooowly moved your head back, sucking until your mouth was removed from his no longer heavy and plump balls with a slutty pop-! Riddle panted, petting your more than messy hair lightly to help you both calm down as he eased from his high.
“My good Pet…” He whispered softly.
Slowly, with a small pop and crack, Riddle sat up, running his clean hand through his hair with a satisfied sigh. He turned his gaze to you, no longer cold as your scene had clearly ended.
“Stay here and I’ll get us cleaned up.” He ordered. His voice was gentle, yet you still knew better than to disobey.
The redhead stretched his back and winced as he shut his thighs from being in the same wide position for so long. Being routine at this point, you decided to get comfortable while Riddle got up to get his- your shared, aftercare kit. You stretched yourself and finally got to rubbing your wrists free of the light leather burn after crawling closer to the pillows and headboard. Riddle wasn’t quite done yet but he was walking around the room, you watched him remove his crown, putting his gloves in the hamper and boots on the shoe rack. You cuddled a pillow and watched him in all his gorgeously naked glory.
“You’re prettyyyyy” You said teasingly sweet with a cheeky grin
Riddle was picking out pajamas for you and himself (he always kept spare clothes for you in case of surprise sleepovers and such) with his back turned to you when you spoke, but you could hear him blush all the same.
“Hush.” He said curtly, not sparing you a glance. “Cheeky…” He muttered to himself in a bashful tone as he picked two pairs of knickers and button up pajamas. Evidently, even his pajamas had to be uniformly perfect, like him. Riddle set the clothing down on the bed swiftly moving on to the next task. You pounced at the clothed and nabbed a pair of underpants, pulling at the waistband as you inspected them.
“Oooh, I get to wear your underpants? Sexy.” You cooed
From the bathroom, Riddle rolled his eyes with a small blush as he grabbed towels, cleaning himself up a bit with one as he was almost used to your teasing antics.
“For now. Just for tonight.” Riddle returned from the bathroom, flicking the light off before padding his way to you and sitting beside on the bed. He wiggled his finger, ordering you to get closer, silently. You of course dropped the knickers and crawled to him quickly in obedience. Riddle laughed through his nose at your puppy-like eagerness despite not doing any sort of scene that would require such behavior. With the damp warm towel in his hands still, he lightly rustled your hair, being thorough with the extra bits of….gunk stuck, wanting to be sure you sleep comfortably and unsticky.
“There…” He sighed softly, his hand lingering on your cheek for a moment, taking in your beauty before becoming flustered and looking away as if he didn’t just bust a nut on your face not too long ago. Riddle quickly grabbed a button up silk pajama shirt in your favorite color and turned back to you.
“Up.” He ordered. You cheerfully raised your arms and he got to work dressing you. When he got to your- well, his, underwear he smooched your side swiftly in attempts to be romantic like in the fanfiction Cater would bother him about during teatime. It would’ve been sweet if he wasn’t so quick to cover you up and move on to the next task, it’s not your fault of course, he still gets flustered with romantic and sweet things, but there’s nobody else he’d rather try it with than you.
Soon after, both you and Riddle have been fully dressed, teeth and hair brushed, waters on the nightstand, lights out. He held you close to his chest (despite you having a few inches above him) under the soft fluffy duvet. Riddle pet your hair softly as he recited your favorite fairytale for the millionth time, he knew it like he knew you, by heart.
You both drifted off comfortably in each other's arms until morn.
Riddle needing to safe word in the middle of a hard scene from him domming and feeling too much like his mother,
Cut to Yuu stroking his hair and holding him close on their chest as he sniffles and confines his worries to them (it’s okay though, Yuu is going to make him feel safe the rest of his life!!)
Next night Riddle still wants to finish what they started so he lovingly eats out Yuu until they’re pathetic for him (now he’s the one holding them and calming them down with kisses)
Are they a lee or ler? Are they evil about it? I simply must know!~♡
Please quench my twisted wonderland tickle thirst!!
🪶 anon
TWST x GN!Yuu Tickle Headcanons
(A/N: I’m assuming this was nsfw hcs, if it was meant with fluffy intentions im so sorry for this abomination)
CW: possible OOC, not beta read, themes of light bondage, piss/pissgasams, genitals not specified on anyone
Could definitely be the lee or the ler. He loves to tease and humiliate his submissives, so he’d be very evil with it to the point of even putting feathers in his toy box, it makes him feel powerful to have someone come undone with such little touches. However, in the beginning of the relationship he was more of the lee, Yuu would’ve tickled him as a joke on a study date— as Riddle’s squirms and pleads to cease, Yuu didn’t expect him to cum in his pants left shaking and crying on the bed.
safe to say the poor guy was extremely embarrassed- mortified, really. Don’t worry though, he got his revenge…
I’m sorry anon, but Leona does NOT like being tickled in any shape or form. He’d, at best, would ride up Yuu’s shirt and get their sides in public just to make them squirm for a second, but I feel like that’s the end of it, lol.
BOTH. He loves the humiliation and the excitement his new human body gives him, especially when his partner is in complete control— has definitely had a pissgasam while being tickled in bed, but he was so high on endorphins he didn’t even care.
Also likes tickling Yuu, mild-heavy levels of evil. He likes tickling Yuu best when he’s in his mer-form— restraining them and making them breathless, helpless when they’re already nervous about the potion randomly stopping (don’t worry, he’ll have enough potion to keep you in his little secluded part of the sea for houuuurrrs). Definitely the type to make you think you’re done being tickled only to go harder repeatedly.
Another strictly ler! He’s a lot more extreme than Leona, though… he loves to tie Yuu to his bedpost with silk ribbons and run feathers along their naked body teasingly. Has many on hand in case the feathers get wet (they will, he loves to tease and tickle them against Yuu’s need.) Makes Yuu beg him to be tickled. If Yuu were to ever try to tickle him even in a playful setting, he’d swat their hand and punish them in an unfun way (boo, lame-o).
Lee and Ler! He gets more pleasure from being the ler though, sadist he is. Has made electronic tendrils to both hold Yuu down and to tickle Yuu with more arms and devices than he has. Loves to gag Yuu and have the tendrils tickle Yuu in the background while he’s gaming with the goal of making Yuu cum (or piss) without Idia even touching them (for fun and for bragging rights). Yuu has caught Idia once or twice using the tendrils on himself, but nothing as extreme as what he’s made Yuu done.
Doesn’t really feel tickles that strongly because of his scales, but likes to tickle Yuu- seeing the human’s expressions and squirms excite and please him greatly. Will dote and purr on Yuu, calling them adorable as they’re coming down from their tickle-induced orgasam, praising and thanking them for allowing him to experiment/toy with their body like that. (He’s a sweet boy🖤)
Hello! Can I ask for a fluff with Lilia and a reader (female) who recently gave birth and is worried about her weight, stretch marks and belly? One shot if possible
Lilia Vanrouge x Post-Preg!Reader
CW: As the ask suggests; Weight gain, body issues, pregnancy (reader’s gender not specified) mild hurt/comfort fluff. Not beta read 🙏
Somewhere far, far away from Night Raven College, in a little cottage lays your infant daughter. She coos and giggles softly in her delicately carved cradle reaching up at Lilia, her father and your beloved husband, he pinches her cheeks with a toothy smile and squinted ruby eyes.
Meanwhile, you stand on nervous still swollen feet as you unlovingly gazed into the full length mirror. Your face plummeted at the sight of your new body— you pinch at your stretched skin, smoothing down your clothes with rough frustration as if you could dust the newly gained weight off, adjust your skin back into place.
It had been about two months since your little bundle of joy had came into the world, you and Lilia couldn’t be happier! And yet…
“What’s wrong, Dearest?”
Lilia looks up from your daughter’s cradle, eyeing you with well masked worry, years of learning a poker face coming to use finally for something other than hiding from a knife baring enemy as he watched you pinch and squish at your chubby stomach with a stubborn frown.
You didn’t respond, only looking at the walls of your freshly re-painted house (you two had gotten carried away with the nursery painting). He huffed through his nose, giving your baby girl a kiss on the forehead before leaving her side in the cradle to comfort the other love of his life.
He held your now chubby waist with lovingly delicate hands, his lips kissing your neck and shoulder with nothing but pure affection— occasionally biting and tugging at your skin as he cooed and chittered in fae to help soothe you, even if you didn’t understand the language completely.
“I’m so thankful for you and our little blessing—“ he mumbled into your skin, inhaling your comforting scent
“Your body is strong, a beautiful testament of the brave trials you prevailed to ensure the healthy birth of life— our sweet daughter.”
Then, he took your hand in his own and tugged you to the cradle. Leaning over the bars he smiled at the little girl, she smiled back. He waved you closer to lean in, and of course you repeated the previous action upon seeing your lovely girl.
He held your hand and with the other stroked the baby’s cheek.
“I hope she grows up to be as lovely as you…” he muttered, it would seem at first hearing it was to himself, but you both knew it was meant to be heard by your ears and yours alone.
H OH HIIII, obey me x reader who’s like a gentleman??, like they’re paying for them etc etc
OM x Gentleman!MC
CW: SFW, GN!Reader/MC, pure fluff
A/N: hiii! This was so much fun to write! Ty for being my first obey me! Req! ^__^ sorry if you can tell who my faves are lolol
Lucifer
As the eldest, Lucifer isn’t used to being doted on very much. Or at all. So, when you, wonderfully human you comes into his world he’s a little… shocked when you open the car door for him, pay for his dinner, ask him if he’s taken care of. He doesn’t mind it necessarily, he’s just awkward and doesn’t know how to respond. He’ll softly give his thanks and assure you it’s alright if you’d like to be taken care of at some point too, especially if you two are to become lovers he believes the relationship should be 50/50 if you don’t mind taking the reigns.
S𖤐tan
Of course, father like son (brother like brother?), S𖤐tan is in a similar sense of not expecting to be treated so sweetly. He wouldn’t like to be touched femininely (ei; your hand on his waist) in public, but he wouldn’t mind kisses on his palm in say, his private library? He wouldn’t be super macho, but he wouldn’t like to be treated like a sugar baby so he decides to compromise by buying you dinner and in return you buying him more books and carrying at least half of them. (He accidentally made you buy half the bookstore, oops.)
Mammon
Oh, he’s eating it UP! Not just having his finances taken care of, but he secretly adores when you hold his hand or open the door for him.
“Mwuahaha! The Great Mammon being treated as he should be, finally!”
He’d roar as you simply open the door for him. He does tend to get a little bashful at physical affection and huff and puff that you weren’t being very gentlemanly and then later pout when you toned it down again. He goes on and on about how good it is that you’ve finally started treating him how he deserves, but internally he feels so lucky and adored to be doted on by you.
Beezlebub
Beel frankly, wouldn’t know how to react, I think. He’d blush and be appreciative of your efforts and kindness, he’d want to return it but not knowing how to he turns to the best he knows.
He’ll offer you some of his plate if you’re out on a dinner you paid for. If you work out, he’d ask to be your spotter or to run/job with you to “protect you from creeps outside”, he’d even let you go first in line for food despite his gluttony.
Beel would be a little insecure that he’s not as good as returning the gentleman treatment to you as his brothers, so be sure to reassure him and kiss him til he forgets it.
Leviathan
Levi would definitely be the most embarrassed and confused out of the brothers. He’d accidentally get too flustered and say something cheesy and out of character for him because his brain thinks you’re “the gentleman type” in one of his otome games and he has to say the right words in order to win your types heart. It’s best to laugh it off but only a little— and to reassure him to just be himself, as it is truly what your heart desires.
Asmodeus
He also, like Mammon, is absolutely eating it up. He swoons and sighs softly with a sweet chuckle when you do simple things for him like tying his shoes, opening the door, etc. doesn’t bat an eye and sits pretty while sipping his drink as he waits for you to finish paying for dinner. He doesn’t leave you completely high and dry, though! He makes you feel appreciated with physical affections and a little cuteness aggression when you act gentlemanly with him.
“[MC], you are just the cutest! Making me feel like the princess I am when you help my fallen shoe like that!” He’d bat his lashes with a dramatic yet perfectly polished hand on his heart.
“Now,” he began again once you’d finished with his shoe and began to rise. “Give your princess a kiss.” He said demandingly as he tapped his cheek.
Once home he’d pay you back for your kindness in his own way by giving you a mani-pedi claiming he “simply couldn’t be with someone with calloused hands and it was starting to form after all that bag carrying!”
Belphagor
None yet!
[A/N: I’ll be honest, I haven’t gotten to the part where the sleepy guy is freed from the basement in game yet, so… I know nothing of his character. I’ll edit this and come back to it when I eventually do finish the first game. Sorry if he’s your fav!!]
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