Johnny is a tits man. He sees a nice pair of boobs and his brain slips out of his ear. He also likes a nice cunt. But he will cry if it's "bald". You can go ahead and trim it if you want, but don't you dare shave it.
Kyle strikes me as an ass man. Something he can squeeze secretly when you are talking to someone. And slap when you two are at it. You don't understand, it looks so sexy when it moves with each spank.
John looks like someone who would drool over some nice hips. Something to hold onto, both in public and in bed. It also doesn't help his breeding kink.
Simon is a thighs guy, I will NOT agree with anything else. He wants to lay his head on something soft, plant kisses and maybe leave bite marks, if you allow it. And he will absolutely put his dick between them.
Synopsis : When a tiny bookworm struggles to read a story trapped on impossibly large pages, Kento Nanami steps in with quiet practicality, offering a better solution—his shoulder and his voice. What starts as simple assistance soon becomes a moment of gentle comfort, as Nanami reads aloud in his steady, calming voice, allowing the reader to finally relax and enjoy the story.
CWs / Notes : Giant/tiny dynamics (size-difference, gentle handling). No explicit content (entirely SFW, focused on emotional intimacy). Nanami is his normal-sized self, while the reader is small (around 5 inches tall). The reader’s physical characteristics, gender, and name are ambiguous.
WC : 1.2k, hope you enjoy reading! ♥︎
The book was the problem.
Not the story. Never the story. The words were perfect—exactly the kind you could get lost in for hours if the world would just cooperate for once. But the pages… the pages were enormous. Each one felt like a wall you had to climb just to read a paragraph, the text stretching endlessly in every direction.
You tried anyway.
Bracing your hands against the paper, you leaned forward, squinting as your eyes traced line after line. The ink was crisp, the sentences flowing, but it took forever just to get through a few. Every time you shifted, the page rustled under you like something alive, threatening to push you back.
It was slow. Frustratingly slow.
Your shoulders slumped a little as you paused, catching your breath, staring up at the next block of text like it had personally offended you.
A shadow fell over you.
“You’re struggling.”
You didn’t need to look up to know it was Nanami. His voice was as even as ever—calm, matter-of-fact—like he was pointing out the time of day rather than your very obvious predicament.
“I’m fine,” you said, a bit stubbornly, leaning forward again as if that would prove your point. Your fingers pressed harder against the page, trying to inch yourself closer to the next line.
A pause. You could feel his eyes on you, assessing, calculating.
“You are not,” he replied bluntly.
You huffed, pushing at the edge of the page again. It barely shifted, the thick paper refusing to cooperate. “I can manage,” you insisted, even as your foot slipped slightly against the smooth surface.
Another pause—longer this time.
“…May I?”
That got your attention.
You glanced up at him, brows knitting together in confusion. “May you what?”
Nanami adjusted his glasses slightly, his gaze steady but not unkind. “Pick you up.”
Oh.
The answer came easier than you expected. “Oh—yeah. Yeah, that’s fine.”
He gave a single, small nod, as if confirming a straightforward request, then reached down.
His hands were steady and precise, movements controlled in a way that made it obvious he was being careful on purpose. When his fingers closed around you, the touch was gentle—firm enough to support you, but never tight. He lifted you as if you weighed nothing at all, bringing you up without a single jolt.
For a brief moment, the world shifted—desk, book, everything falling away beneath you—before settling again as he guided you upward.
“I will place you on my shoulder,” he said, voice low and even. “Tell me if you are uncomfortable.”
“Okay,” you murmured, instinctively steadying yourself against his hand.
He adjusted his grip slightly, then set you down on his shoulder with careful precision. The fabric of his suit was smooth beneath your hands, warm from his body heat. You instinctively leaned in just a little, finding your balance as the new height gave you a completely different view. However, you remained stiff so as to not disturb him.
The book no longer looked like an impossible wall.
It actually looked… readable.
Nanami shifted slightly, making sure you were secure. One hand hovered nearby for a second longer than necessary, just in case, before he seemed satisfied.
“Are you stable?” His voice was calm, steady, the same measured tone he used for everything, but there was a slight undertone—just enough to suggest that he genuinely cared about your comfort, not just out of politeness.
“Yeah,” you said, a small bit of relief slipping into your voice, a soft exhale that carried some of the tension you hadn’t even realized you were holding. “This is… way better.” The words felt almost silly in their simplicity, but you didn’t care. There was comfort here, in this quiet moment, in the fact that someone else noticed and cared about the smallest details of your position, your ease.
“Good. I will read,” he said. The authority in his voice didn’t feel intimidating—it felt careful, intentional. “Follow along if you wish.” His words were an offer, no expectation beyond whatever made you feel settled.
He picked up the book with one hand, his fingers long and precise, curling around the spine with effortless familiarity. He held it at a comfortable angle, tilting it slightly so the light caught the pages just right, while his other hand subtly adjusted the positioning so you could see clearly, your line of sight unobstructed. The movement was small, almost imperceptible, but there was a thoughtfulness behind it that made your chest feel lighter, warmer, like a quiet acknowledgment that your presence mattered in ways he didn’t need to announce.
Then he began to read. His voice wasn’t dramatic. He didn’t try to act out the characters or exaggerate anything. It was steady, low, and clear, like he was presenting information in a meeting. And somehow… it worked perfectly. Every word landed exactly where it should. The rhythm was easy to follow. No rushing, no dragging. You didn’t have to strain anymore.
Minutes passed.
Maybe ten.
At some point, you stopped sitting so stiffly. You didn’t consciously decide to, didn’t even notice it happening at first, but slowly your muscles loosened, your shoulders dropped, and the tension that had wrapped itself around your spine uncurled. You leaned slightly to one side, then a little more, letting gravity guide you until you were fully settled against the side of his neck. The warmth radiating from him seeped into you—not the kind that makes you fidget or pull away, not harsh or suffocating—but steady, grounding, tangible. A quiet anchor in the world around you.
Nanami didn’t stop reading. His eyes scanned the page with the same calm precision he always carried, his expression carefully neutral, as if the presence of the book mattered more than anything else. And yet, there was a subtle shift. A quiet exhale escaped him, barely more than a soft puff of air through his nose. It wasn’t irritation. It wasn’t impatience. It wasn’t anything you could even label fully—it was something gentler, an almost imperceptible acknowledgment of your proximity, a sound that somehow reassured you even without words.
His shoulder shifted just slightly under you, a near-invisible adjustment, enough to support the lean of your body without drawing attention to it. He didn’t pause or glance down, didn’t make a show of the movement. He just turned the page, the gentle rustle of paper filling the tiny spaces between the beats of your own breathing. “…and so,” he continued evenly, his voice smooth and measured, “the matter was resolved without further incident.”
You realized you weren’t paying much attention to the words anymore. Not really. Instead, you were listening to the cadence of his voice, the steady rise and fall, the way it threaded through the room without filling it completely, like a quiet river winding through open spaces. You could feel its weight in your chest, in a way that made your thoughts slow, your pulse calm. Safe. That word floated unbidden into your mind, simple and undeniable. Safe.
Nanami didn’t comment on the weight of your body against him. Didn’t remind you to sit properly or shift yourself. He didn’t acknowledge the small intimacy in any overt way. He simply kept reading.
And yet… if you paid attention, really closely, you could sense it. The way his posture stayed just a little more careful than before, how his movements were just a touch more deliberate, as if every small motion had been measured so as not to disturb you. You would never hear him admit it aloud. He didn’t mention it. And somehow, that made it even more reassuring.
A/N : This fic was requested by @kittycat2837! (I hope you meant a small reader and not the other way around—LOL. I just assumed you wanted big Nanami because it wasn’t specified.) I’m so sorry for my long absence and for how long it took me to actually make/publish this, I have been so insanely busy. Anywho, I really hope you enjoyed reading this fic!
note: this is purely for my own fun and enjoyment ! i will occasionally post fics i write here, but for the most part im talking about ocs and sharing my thoughts.
Summary: Margueritte is best known for ruling her university’s campus with a stone cold fist. She does it to keep her spot, ensuring her good grades and notoriety around school can keep her great scholarship. With money being a constant issue, she gets a job secretly. It’s not that she’s not proud of her work--she just doesn’t want the stares. Enter Felix, campus hearthrob, who sees her, at her secret job, in her maid uniform. Enter playboy Felix, who has a maid kink.
Warnings: Weed mentions. Cursing. Alcohol mentions. Idk some maid kinks bc this is literally about a girl who works at a maid cafe, come on. Pervy!Lix. baboracha appears and oc hates them. Kidnapping mentions, no one gets kidnapped. Minor violence. A knife appears--ooooh scawy, Felix is a badass savior. Oc also is a badass who should be in a fight club.
Smut warnings: Male masturbation. Panty fucking. Oral (male and female). Vaginal sex. Slight choking. Lix tries to be a dom, but turns subby towards the end. So that implies dom oc
WC: 8.5k
A/N: This AU is based on the 2010 anime, Maid-Sama. I took some liberties here of course while also trying to keep the original plot of the original anime. This is not going to be the same. I kind of ended up doing my own thing. For instance, while this is an OC fic, the main character of the show and the OC I have written are two different people, obviously. I also decided not to include some characters from the show, like Aoi for instance. Only because it would take away from the main goal here. The most important liberties are instead of high school, this is a college-based au and it is also based on a school in America. I take a lot of inspo from the series first episode, third episode, and fifth episode--this especially.
Special Thanks to @honeyvocalhwang for beta reading and to penny again as well as el @spilledtee for helping me form this idea a couple months ago lmao.
I think that when it came to everything, I just had to be perfect. It probably started when I was way younger and my little sister was born. My parents brought her home for the first time and with one look into her eyes, I knew something in me awoke. That need to be wanted or revered or even praised was instant. The look my father gave me as he watched me look at her before saying, not thinking.
“Please be someone your little sister looks up to.”
Bet.
That’s the kind of person I want to be. Someone that people look to when in need of guidance. Someone respected, responsible, strong, hardworking. I want to be that person, not only for my little sister but for everyone in this world.
“God, you just have a huge savior complex, Margie,” my younger sister, Suzanna, said as she watched me change into my school clothes from my workout gear. School started soon and I needed to eat something but instead, I was contemplating whether to wear my hair down today or in a ponytail. I had a feeling today was going to be hectic and I needed to be prepared for anything.
“Why do you say that?” I looked over my shoulder at her and she just shook her head. She was just in high school now but I couldn’t tell if she was way too smart for her own good or way too annoying.
“You should have moved on campus instead of staying here, taking care of us,” Suz said, moving into my room. She sat on my bed, moving the mountain of school work to make room for herself.
“And leave you with mom’s overworked self? No way,” I chuckled, before deciding on just carrying a scrunchie with me for the day. I quickly adjusted my button-up before heading into the kitchen, Suz quickly getting up to follow me.
“I think I’m going to get a job,” Suz said with a firm head nod before I just laughed.
“How are you going to get a job with all the clubs you’re in, Miss Class President?”
“You have a job, Miss Student Council President, Valedictorian, yada yada,” Suzanna said while handing me the breakfast she made this morning, “You’ve been this way since Dad left. I just want to see you relax for once.”
“Relaxation is for idle minds,” I took a bite out of the dry toast before moving to run out the door before I was late for my first class.
“I’ll see you after work, Suzie-Q!”
“Don’t call me that, Marge Simpson!”
With that, I was running to campus. Only 30 minutes before my first class and I still had to do a lot of SGA work.
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“Is that a weed?” I looked over at the group of boys all leaning down inspecting something between them. I was quite proud of the meme quote.
They all quickly jumped before hiding whatever they had behind one of their backs. The so-called leader of these idiots, Han Jisung, looked away from me as if I didn’t just see him grab the item from the corrupted and youngest, Yang Jeongin, and hold it behind his back.
“We may be a wet campus but weed is still illegal in this state,” I simply stated, not even bothering with my usual yell routine. Weed was never a problem, obviously, I’m not that much of a prude. But it’s campus law and I could lose my position if I let this go and they saw that I did.
I couldn’t tell them that though. Han Jisung would eat me alive if he knew I was on his side. The amount of earrings in his ear practically jingled when he walked. He even had a lip piercing that he constantly toyed with as if it would make me want to fuck him. He kept his hair dyed too. This time, a bright, almost annoyingly peach pink color. The amount of girls at this school that followed this giggly man like a pack of ducklings yet everytime I saw him somehow his clothes were misshaped everywhere and he reeked of marijuana and Fireball whiskey.
Jisung scoffed before looking at the resident idiot, pretty boy in their group, Hwang Hyunjin, before spiraling into a speech, “Cannabis isn’t even a drug though, Margueritte. It’s an herb that gives hallucinogenic effects. It's not even that addicting. It's only not legal because capitalism can’t tax it, Margueritte.”
Hyunjin agreed with him, making me want to punch one of them. If Jisung had a gaggle of women following him, Hyunjin had a cult of girls wanting to dance with the devil. His is good looks and being tall weren’t enough, ladies you were in for it. He had long, blonde hair and a belly button piercing. You want to know how I know he had this piercing? He never stops wearing a crop top, or unbottoning shirt. It’s like his clothes were made to magically fall of him.
“Listen,” I sighed, “The next time I see you with something you’re not supposed to have on-campus of a learning institution, I’m reporting you to the Dean.”
“Oh, come on, Margie, don’t-” Hyunjin started but I cut him off.
“Don’t call me that, idiot,” I turned away from them, “Go to class. I’ll smell you later!”
Yang Jeongin turned around before they all ran off and waved, still being polite. His cute little dimples showing before he followed those two babos. His dark hair fell into his eyes but he kept his clothes neat and was always respectable.
I kept on my patrol around campus, trying not to let those three idiots get to me. Ever since we all got here, they have been nothing but a pain in my ass. Always the loudest, drunkest, or stupidest at every school function. And to think Yang Jeongin might have been a good kid if it hadn’t been for him getting swept up in Jisung’s little stoner circle.
“Margueritte~” A sing-song voice called out and I turned to see my second-in-command and probably one of the only males on campus I could stand, Kim Seungmin. He was tall, capable, smart, and handsome. In another world, one where I had the time for dating, he would be the perfect guy. He was the type you were proud to take home to your mom and would even bring her flowers. Unfortunately, Seungmin was too much like me. His major in criminal justice and law alongside his demanding position on the SGA, even participating in our school’s choir, made that small 24-hour window he has so undoable. Regardless, I still swooned whenever I saw his hair slicked back or when he winked at me during our meetings.
“Good morning, Seungmin, how are you?”
“No need to be so formal all the time, Margaritas,” Seungmin said, walking up beside me. Why can no one in this world say my name right today? “What are we patrolling for today? Drunk frat boys causing a ruckus? The latest in Minho’s famous revolutionary graffiti?”
“None of the above. Han Jisung’s stoner circle is out today.”
“Ugh? Again?” Seungmin shook his head, “Why can’t they be like everyone else and smoke at the secret spot?”
“There’s a secret spot???”
“I didn’t say that,” Seungmin quickly changed the topic. He was much more lenient than I was. Then again, there was no way he’d lose his status, not with his parents’ yearly sizable donations. “So tonight is that big frat party.”
“There’s always some big frat party, Seungmin.” And they always weren’t my speed.
“Not the point, Margaritas, I was wondering if you were going.”
“I can’t. I have things to do tonight.” Like getting called in for my coworker, who hates me by the way, on the one Friday I was finally off.
“Ugh, you’re always busy on Fridays. Come to think of it all weekend too. And some Wednesdays. What’s up with that? Sordid sugar baby things?”
“Nothing that juicy,” I rolled my eyes as I heard some quiet cries in the campus’s main atrium, “Wait, Seung, I’ll meet up with you later.”
“Alrighty, go save the world. I’ll text you!”
I quickly ran over to where I heard the cries come from to see one of the freshman girls crying with her head in her hands while someone facing away from me stood watching.
“Hey, what’s going on here?” I spoke up and the person turned to look at me. I groaned inwardly as I recognized the face.
Felix. Fucking Lee Felix. The bane of my existence. Remember how I said Hyunjin has a cult? Well, Felix, I don’t know what’s bigger than a cult but it can’t be good. It’s like Mormonism or religion or something. Every week, without fail, he was causing another girl to run into the counselor’s office. Every time though, each girl kept coming back without fail. He wasn’t all that tall but he made up for that in almost every other way imaginable. Blonde hair that he styled into a trendy mullet, a cute style that made him look comfy yet as if he walked straight out of a Teen Vogue. These big, piercing eyes held all his emotion on his face. The ego and walk of only a man who came from money would have. And it was a lot, a lot of fucking money that his parents made sure to give our school. On top of that, he was too smart for his own good, constantly beating me out for the number one spot in all our classes. Even as a food science major, his minor in chemistry was throwing a wrench in my plans. I mean, he doesn’t even look smart enough to understand a nomenclature but this man with one of the sweetest, deepest voices had not only the professors in his pocket but every girl.
And I was over his existence.
“Hey, Madame President. I was just turning down this girl’s love confession.” At those words, the girl was quickly running off somewhere far from whatever embarrassment and rejection he caused. I’m sure just me stumbling across it was already too much but there was no reason for him to be that blunt, in her face at that.
“You idiot! I told you you need to work on how you let these girls down!”
Felix just shrugged and I moved to run off after the girl, no doubt having to do my weekly therapy session for the long list of Felix’s scorned admirers right away.
The private university that I called my stomping grounds once used to be an all-boys school. And when I say once, I mean just a couple of years ago they opened their door to the female population. Even several years later, 80% of our school’s demography remains male. The girls and I here have sort of banded together. Formed our own little legion, looking out for each other constantly against all the testosterone on campus. If that meant I had to suck up to every administrator and be a bitch to every male, so be it. Not like I gave a shit about men in the first place.
All men do is lie and abandon you when it gets way too tough for them to handle, leaving you to clean up their problems.
Ouch, think my daddy issues jumped out a little there.
But, it was evident in Felix that he was becoming a bigger problem than I thought. The lover boy’s ego has grown so much at this point that he could not give a shit how many girls confess to him. All he, and any man, cares about is the next place they can eat, scratch their ass, and jack off. Even men as beautiful as Felix are no exception.
“Hey, wake up, Margueritte! It’s time for work!” my boss, Satsuki, said, a small giggle falling from her lips.
“Sorry, Satsuki, got a lot on my mind.”
“No, that’s okay, Margie,” she shook her head, resting a gentle hand on my shoulder, “I remember being your age. The world felt just way too heavy. But now I’m a 30-something with a wonderful boyfriend who just won’t marry me, so count your blessings, kid. I thank you for coming in tonight for Hana.”
I had a minor flashback to when I received the call earlier asking me to come in. Just as I stepped through a puddle caused by our broken A/C unit.
“No problem. It looks like we’re going to have a lot of expenses this month so this works out perfectly!”
“I’m glad then,” Satsuki smiled, “Get out there, girl! You got regulars looking for you.”
I saluted her before walking into the restaurant dining room and to my first table where a regular already sat waiting.
“Excuse me, Miss Margueritte, can I please have a cutesy-cutesy smiley omelet?”
“Of course, master! One cutesy-cutesy smiley omelet coming right up, would you like that with cheese?”
That’s right. I worked as a maid in a maid cafe.
There were a ton of reasons for me to work at this maid cafe outside my college town. Far enough away that no one from school would come out here. Also pays so fucking well, you have no idea how much someone will tip you just for calling them master while you’re in a frilly skirt. On top of that, it is so flexible with the hours. My boss, Satsuki, understands my hectic schedule and I appreciate it so much. No one knew about this and I liked it that way. I mean, how would people see me: as the strong, do-not-fuck-with-her SGA president or the cutesy waitress in a maid outfit?
Even though every day that I took out the trash, I tried not to dwell too much on the idea of someone finding me out. Just hoping I could keep this job for as long as I could before I could go into my dream career.
“Madame President?”
I looked up from the trash to see Lee Felix looking dead at me. No. He wasn’t looking at me, he was looking at the headband, the white gloves, the corset, the frilly skirt, my exposed breasts, the fishnet stockings. He was looking at Miss Maid Margueritte, not President Margueritte.
Shit, shit, shit.
It felt like my brain froze and my body was acting on its own. One second I was watching him stare at me and the next, I was throwing the bag of trash at him and running back into the sweet solace of the cafe and trying to pray to whatever god was out there that I just hallucinated and that did not happen.
And that I didn’t just throw a bag of trash filled with coffee, omelets, and salad dressing at the prince of the campus.
The night air was crisp by the time I walked out of my job. 8:45 and I was finally done for the day. Cleaning was done and I could go home and tackle the massive amount of homework that's due tomorrow. A sigh passed my lips as I stepped out the back door.
“Back to normal, I see,” Felix’s voice jarred me back to reality as he stood there watching, waiting for me to come out.
I yelped loudly in response before calming myself down, “And what exactly are you doing here still?”
“I needed to make sure it was the dear Madame President I saw and not just a doppelganger,” Felix said with a shrug, “But then again, only our man-hating president would have thrown a bag of trash at me.”
I looked him up and down to see that he was in new clothes from earlier. Shocking. Did he really have time to go back to campus, change, and come back? I doubt it, I don’t eally have that much time to do it, seeing as we only saw each other like an hour ago.
“I’m sorry about that, I was just a little shocked.”
“Imagine my surprise to find President Margueritte in the cutest little maid outfit. Who knew you would look so good in fishnets?”
“Shut up, Felix.”
“So,” Felix paused for a second, giving me a good look in my street clothes. Sweatpants and a hoodie, very different from the maid dress I was in earlier, “Why work here? It’s obviously not your speed.”
Just then I heard my manager's voice come through the slightly cracked back door, “Alright, time to go everyone!”
“Come on, follow me,” I said, pushing him towards the alleyway exit. The last thing I needed was for Satsuki to notice me hanging out with a man in the back alley. That just spells a code to lose your job and I am not risking it.
Felix followed me down a mixture of streets till we reached the park in the middle of town. I sighed and looked up at him.
“Long story short: my father left my mom, my sister, and me when I was 11. Since then I have worked odd jobs until high school where I got a job working construction but the hours were too weird so I switched here where I have been for a couple of years now. It’s good money and I am not ashamed. But I wish to keep my private life separate from school,” I blurted out before he could say anything.
Felix raised one light brown eyebrow, his brown eyes gleaming with this mischievous look, “You say it like it’s the last resort?”
“It feels like it.”
“What are you even at our school for?”
“Business Law.”
“With legs like that you want to keep yourself stuck in a courtroom?”
“You’re a dick,” I groaned, walking away towards the bus station, “I cannot believe I let myself think you can act like a normal human being.”
“Oh, come on, Margie,” Felix quickly followed after me then stopped when I gave him a look at that nickname, “Sorry. I don’t know when to shut up sometimes.”
“I see.”
“Listen, I understand what you’re doing. It’s admirable you’re taking care of your family.”
“I honestly don’t care what you think, Felix. Just don’t tell anyone, okay?”
“My lips are sealed.”
“Thank you.”
“So, you owe me a favor for keeping your secret, huh?”
I rolled my eyes, not liking or knowing where this was going, “I suppose.”
“Like,” Felix looked up like he was thinking for a moment, “Let’s say I want a personal maid for my day. Doing whatever I ask.”
“You’re fucking sick.”
“You’re fucking hot with all those frills. Who would have known Madame President was so curvy? And that rack, it should be criminal that you kept it a secret.”
“I will punch you if you keep objectifying me.”
“I’d beg for a punch from you.”
I felt my face heat up at that and looked away from him. I don’t think I could handle anything else from him. Couldn’t deny the attention was nice. No one paid that kind of attention to me--mostly because I was usually yelling at any prospects that came near. But it’s not the point.
“I’m going home now.”
“Let me walk you. Make sure you get there safe.”
“No funny business?”
“I promise.” Felix held his hand over his chest and gave me the sweetest smile that felt like chewing candy.
Hopefully, this doesn’t end up fucking me.
“So this is where you live?” Lix said looking up at the house. It was tiny and humble, and probably looked very fucking shitty but it was mine and I would be damned if I let him judge it.
“Yes,” I rolled my eyes before turning on him. It feels like if I rolled my eyes anymore at him, they would get stuck like that.
“It’s cute,” he said, smirk etching his face. Not uncommon, I guess, “Let me inside.”
“No, vampire,” I groaned, “Go home. I’ll see you at school tomorrow.”
“Yeah, you will, toots,” Felix said, slapping my ass before turning to walk off.
I squeaked before quickly turning to give him a piece of my mind but he was already long gone, probably running.
I looked at his disappearing back and shook my head before going inside.
***
“Well, well, well, if it isn’t stupid 1, 2, and ‘I wish you found better friends’. Shocking to find you here,” I said as I looked at Jisung, Hyunjin, and Jeongin, contempt covering my face. The three were currently playing their music so loud I am sure the freshman dorm across campus could hear.
“Since when are you on RA duties?” Jisung questioned as I knocked on their door.
“Since I moved on campus…last week,” I sighed.
Somehow in the time between Felix finding out about my situation and today, the school was able to add more money to my scholarship with the only downside being, I had to live on campus. Yes, I got to get my own apartment-style dorm but the fact was in a little over a week my duties as president switched from being able to leave and go home after classes to picking up Bang Chan’s slack as Class Rep and Lead RA.
I don’t know how yet, but I felt like this sudden move to campus had something to do with Lee Felix.
“So now you’re gonna crush our vibe 24/7?”
“Can’t your vibe be quieter? Just a teensy bit?” I gestured using my fingers to show how small, “I’m the dorm above you.”
“So you’re not even our RA! Chan is! Where is he?” Hyunjin yelled and I glared at him to watch his tone, “Sorry for the yelling, Margueritte.”
“Chan asked me to cover his shift. As an actual functioning music major, he told me about how Professor Young assigned a bucket load of coursework,” I moved to leave but then turned around, “Hey, don’t you also take Professor Young, Jisung?”
Jisung looked as if he forgot his head. Or rather, the extensive project that they had due, “Hey guys. Party’s over.”
They quickly shut the door, turning off the music. I smiled before leaving, being instantly met with none other than Lee Felix himself.
It wasn’t a shock to see him, it seemed like lately, I couldn’t turn around without seeing him. Making himself a regular customer at the cafe, always ordering an Americano and a plate of cookies. When I moved into the dorm, he was even the one who helped me move in, my sibling and mother out doing whatever they needed to do. Of course, Seungmin helped along with my other student council friend, Lia.
“Felix, I’m starting to think you're stalking me.”
Felix just blinked at me. Big brown eyes filled with curiosity and wonder. A couple more blinks and he just snorted, “Yeah. I am, you couldn’t tell.”
I laughed at his joke before continuing to walk to my dorm. Felix followed after me, only a couple of paces behind.
“May I ask what you want?”
“You may,” Felix said, his voice seemed almost deeper. As if he was trying to work wonders. However, no matter how nice he is to me recently, I am not stupid enough to forget how he treated every other girl around.
“What do you want, Felix?”
“You, easy answer, Madame President,” Felix’s confidence riddled his sentence causing me to stop walking up the stairs and turn to him. His face was open as if he had no secrets but with a gentle look in his eyes, I knew that wasn’t the case.
I’m not stupid and no man on this earth was even the slightest bit trustworthy.
I just looked back on him, a look of disgust etching my face, “the attention is nice, Felix, but now you’re pushing it.”
“Say my name more, I just love the way you say it.”
“Ugh, shut up!”
Felix chuckled, the cutest laugh imaginable from a man who looked like he chewed up children and spit them out alive to keep his edge, “I wanted to discuss our deal.”
“Our deal?”
“You know,” Felix said, taking the hem of the shirt I was wearing between to fingers and gently playing with it, “the one where you wear that cute little maid costume of yours and do whatever I said. A cute smile on your face too is preferable.”
“What about it?”
“What kind of ears would you prefer? Cat? Or Bunny?” Felix’s smiled this shit-eating grin and I repressed the urge not to barf.
“How about neither and I don’t put something in your drink?”
“Club drugs? I like how kinky you are, madame president. Just know I consent to whatever you ask.”
“Is there not some girl somewhere you can bother with this?” I said as I turned away to finish heading to my room, Felix happily following.
“You’re so much more fun.”
I rolled my eyes as I made it to my room door, using the key fob to quickly go inside before Felix could follow me. Felix knocked on the closed door before yelling through the wood.
“See you tomorrow, wear something sexy!”
“Shut up!”
I heard Felix’s laugh as he left, the sound trailing down the hallway along with my sanity.
***
Maybe I’m just sexually depraved, Felix thought. The cold shower was beating against his skin as he continued to jack off into his palm. The cold wasn’t helping at all. Whenever he closed his eyes, the thought of that pretty girl in that maid costume consumed him. The wish of wanting to bend her over one of the cafe tables in that costume was enough to keep him going.
Fuck, he muttered, turning off the shower and walking out still stark naked into his bedroom. The concept of being rich, I guess, he got his own apartment on campus. The privilege? Him getting to jack off in the shower until eventually moving to jack off in his singular bedroom.
Felix wasn’t even ashamed of what he did next. One of his hands reached underneath his pillow to find his most treasured item, one he only had for a week now. The soft, frilly cotton panty dangled from his pinched fingers. The soft pink made him groan the longer he looked at it. He entirely couldn’t help himself as he pressed the panties against his face, sniffing the fabric. Margueritte’s scent filled his nostrils as he sniffed her stolen underwear. Helping her move was a good plan and every time he jacked off he remembered how good it was.
His face arched into a smile as he continued massaging his dick in his own hands, edging himself closer to an orgasm. The thoughts sprinkled into his mind, the ones he wanted to keep buried. Imagining his own body wearing the same maid dress Margueritte wore. The fantasy that became his brain rot. How she would reach down, her pretty hands wrapping around his dick as the other pushed his skirt up, sucking him off while he wore such a pretty costume. He was even considering the thought of bending over and getting pegged by her in that pretty dress, cleaning up his own mess with the dainty apron.
Every time he held the soft fabric to his dick and imagined it was her as he jacked off, it made it way easier to remember.
His kindness was rewarded.
***
“Felix, I am telling you, you do not have to drive me to work and pick me up every day.” I rolled my eyes as Felix appeared beside me, his shiny silver Mercedes SUV glinting in the sun.
“You’re saying you don’t like the fact that I drive you home. In the dark?” Felix questioned as he unlocked the door so I could get in. And I did. It’s been about two months of Felix’s constantness and I was kind of getting used to it at this point. I feel like I finally made a friend outside of academics and clubs.
“Listen, I’m going to be at work till late. I’ll take the bus home. Don’t wait up,” I told him and Felix just shook his head.
“Have you not seen all the kidnappings on the news lately? Do you want to be one of those girls?”
“If it’s my time, it’s my time.”
“Not funny, Margueritte.”
I knew what he was talking about. Cosplay cafes and costume stores, all the places like the one I worked at, were finding that most of their employees after a closing shift would go missing. Some returned a couple of days later, others didn’t. It was kind of dark and I didn’t like thinking about that. They were all always young women, somewhat pretty, and all had been working their jobs for quite a while. According to everyone, I fit that description. Which so did a majority of the consensus so like, what are the chances. But I learned a long time ago to stop letting fear rule all my decisions.
“I’ll be fine, besides, if someone messes with me, they won’t know what hit them,” I said as we pulled up the cafe and Felix rolled his eyes.
“What? Your years of martial arts training can stop a bullet now?”
“You’re such a negative thinker, Lixie,” I said, poking his cheek. Felix blushed before pushing me out of his car, causing me to almost fall from laughing, “Don’t pick me up!”
“Have fun at work!”
Satsuki smiled at me as I walked into the restaurant, “Margie, thank you so much for closing tonight. These mall association meetings are hell but we need to figure out what to do about all these kidnappings in the area. The cops are no help so it’s up to us.”
“ACAB,” I said with a nod and my boss laughed, “Don’t worry, I’ll make sure to have this place nice and cleaned by the time you get back to lock up.”
“Margie, I see a raise in your future,” she giggled before pushing me to go get dressed in my uniform.
The night came quickly and so did close. I ended up closing by myself, with my other coworkers having to leave early for prior engagements. Nothing I can’t do alone though. I quickly put all the dishes through the wash before going to begin sweeping and mopping the floors.
A small click sounded through the cafe as I bent down to pick up some trash, causing me to look up immediately. The sound almost sounded like the door unlocking. Weird. My boss’s meeting wouldn’t be over for another thirty minutes. I quickly walked over to the cafe’s back door to find it still locked. Huh. I quickly shook my head, convincing myself it was just my imagination and Felix’s words getting to me before going back and finishing working.
I was almost finished sweeping when I heard footsteps. The chills on the back of my spine set alive as they came closer behind me. I moved to turn around to the sound but before I could, the person already had a hand over my mouth from behind and their other stopping my movements by swinging their other arm across my torso, stopping my movements completely.
“Miss Margueritte, please, don’t scream,” the voice said, it was creepy. Slow and slimy was how they sounded, “I would hate for my friend here to have to use his knife on you, hmm?”
My eyes widened as I took in what was currently happening. There were at least two men here with me, right now. One was right behind me, holding me down. The other had a knife. Okay. I had to be smart about this.
“Handcuff her,” the one behind me said as the other one placed the cool metal against my wrist. I tested their strength, seeming to me a pair of cuffs made of zip ties. Either this wasn’t their first rodeo, or they did some hefty amount of research
The hand got removed from my mouth, causing my lips to taste of sweat and Axe body spray with a hint of rye bread, “The register is easily operable. The code is 5-”
“I don’t care about money, stupid girl,” The one behind me said again, his breath fanned my ear as he spoke. Hot and musty.
I was turned to see my two captors. One shorter and more on the heavier side, obviously the one who was holding me down originally. The second was a skinny man who resembled Randall from Monster Inc. Both had wide glasses that caused their eyes to illuminate in the darkness, an eery glow covering us. The short one forced me to sit down, a hand coming up to touch my hair, sniffing his hand after he moved away.
The worst thing was, I recognized both these men as regulars of the cafe.
“We’ve been across town now, searching for the perfect girl. One who would change our lives, and it’s you,” the skinner one said, the creepiest smile etching his face, “Don’t worry we’ll take care of you. Just behave.”
“I’d literally rather choke on my own spit and die.”
“Then you better get to choking,” the short one muttered, “Gag her.”
The second the skinnier one came near, I quickly reeled my head back before knocking our heads together, causing him to fall to the ground.
“You bitch!” the shorter one screamed at me, a knife appearing in his hand as he darted forward. I quickly dodged, holding out my hands so that the knife would cut through the zip ties. As he passed, it made a small hole in the bond but it was just enough for me to bring my knee up, allowing me to use the leverage from my knee to pull the zip ties apart.
It wasn’t long before the skinny one stood up again, holding his head with one hand but that knife reappearing in a death clutch.
“I said behave, little girl. Or we’ll make you,” they brandished the knife, the cool metal glinting in the moonlight.
“What? Couldn’t get a gun license?” I asked before they run to me, charging with the knives again. The first one, the skinny one again, I able to easily disarm, a quick jab-style punch to the throat causing him to fall to his knees again.
The shorter one was a little harder, his weight making him much more of an issue. He was certainly sturdier. No matter how many times I dodged him or hit him, he kept on coming. Soon enough, however, he somehow had me pinned to the ground, using his weight as an advantage.
“You’re such a bad girl, making us fight you.”
I spit in his face, causing him to look at me in disgust before he growled, his arm moving to choke me.
I braced myself for the inevitability of being choked out that never came. Instead, the weight and presence of his man were gone, in a near-instant.
I quickly sat up to see a man, blonde hair illuminated in the moonlight as he looked down at my would-be kidnapper. Felix looked over at me, barely a glance, before looking back at the heavier guy. A closer inspection showed me Felix’s booted foot on the neck of the man, slowly stepping harder and harder on his windpipe.
“Seems like you held your own till I could get here,” Felix smiled at me, that pretty smile that gave plenty of girls a heart attack, “Too bad I missed seeing it. Bet it was hot watching you beat their ass.”
“Not the time, Felix.”
“I already called the cops, but you know. ACAB. They’ll be here in like twenty minutes,” Felix shrugged, “Good thing I brought some rope.”
After the cops arrived, an hour later might I add…ACAB, so did my manager. My would-be kidnappers were quickly taken away and my manager apologized profusely, offering me compensation, food, whatever I wanted. Which I gladly took, I am not stupid, I love free shit and money. The cops gave me many therapy pamphlets before I left saying how this could be a dramatic experience for anyone.
Honestly, I’ll probably box up this trauma and unpack it later. I got a semester to get through first.
Felix took me home soon after I gave my statement. The car ride was silent only the soft sounds of KPOP playing throughout the vehicle. Felix started humming to the music before outright singing to himself. Almost as if he was in his own world.
“Cheer up, baby. Cheer up, baby,” Felix sang to himself causing me to giggle. The blonde boy looked at me quickly before giving me a judgy face, “It’s good music, okay? It’s so cute it makes me happy.”
“Who would have thought campus playboy, Lee Felix, would love Twice?” I said, laughing, “You’re going to ruin your street cred.”
“Twice is good music, who cares?” Felix looked at me again as we pulled into the campus parking lot, “I’m glad this situation hasn’t totally wrecked your mood.”
“I’ll live,” I shrugged, “Worse can happen.”
“Worse almost did happen, Margueritte,” Felix scoffed, “Don’t brush this off. You could have died. If I hadn’t told myself to come to pick you up anyway, what would you have done?”
“You do not get to lecture me, Felix. I thank you for your kindness and I thank you for saving me. But I honestly don’t need you stressing me out.”
Felix sighed, “Just promise me, you’ll try to be safer. I don’t like seeing the people I care about get hurt.”
That felt like the most sincere I had ever seen Felix before. Enough so that it had me softened and made me wish I wouldn’t regret saying what I said next.
“Do you want to come into my apartment? I have a bottle of vodka I haven’t opened yet.”
***
This was the first time in a long time I was in such close proximity to a boy, alone at that. The last time was probably summer after senior year of high school with Seo Changbin, who I hoped to never see again afterwards.
This was different though. Campus hearthrob Lee Felix was in my room, looking at me as he sipped a crudely made vodka soda.
“Do you like living on campus so far?”
“Honestly, it’s kind of weird being without my family.” I said, looking down at my own drink, “But it’s nice having my own space. I was lucky there was an apartment open this late in the semester.”
“Yeah, mine is nearby,” Felix said, walking around, looking at all the decorations I had up. He stopped to look at all the records I had, long fingers tracing over the covers, “You collect?”
“Not really,” I sat down on the couch, “I just happen to acquire them. I don’t even have a record player.”
“Oh, you need one. Then you need to play this Alessia Cara record,” He said, looking at the songs on the back, “One of her firsts too, oooh. Good taste, Madame Pres.”
“Thank you. I saw her when she came here,” I recollected, before cringing, “that was back in my anime phase though, whoooo, I was so cringey.”
“How is anime cringey? I love anime.”
“You look like an otaku.”
“I am a huge otaku! Why do you think I even hang around you?” Felix pointed out before coming to sit beside me, “I’m a huge freak that loves anything maid related. I frequent maid cafes often, collect figurines, watch any maid show, and sometimes sit there with my own maid dress and stare at myself in the mirror while I breathe heavily.”
I blinked at his confession before realization dawned on me, “You have a maid dress?”
“I want to fuck you while I wear it,” Felix quickly clapped a hand over his mouth to shut himself up.
“Bet you want to take that one back.”
He just nodded and I laughed, looking at him. I gave him a nice once over. Felix has always been good-looking but something about knowing that was getting to me, “I wouldn’t mind it.”
Felix eyebrow raised as he leaned in closer to me, a smirk playing on his lips as if he didn’t just confess his darkest secret to me, “Honestly, I just want you.”
“Mutual.”
Felix bent over closer to me, a small smirk playing across his pink lips, “You know, I’ve wanted this for quite a while.”
“Tell me something I don’t know,” trying to be cocky but my breath caught in my throat as I spoke. Felix let out a soft chuckle.
One of his hands came to rest gently at my face before he smiled again. A sinister one as if he wanted to take candy from a baby.
“You’re ruining me,” he said right before pressing a rough kiss to my lips. The hand that was resting on my face quickly grabbed the back of my neck, pushing me against him. His other hand came to rest at the small of my back, forcing our bodies to be flush against one another as the kiss deepened. The kiss was on a whole other level of passion, the type to make your knees weak and toes curl. What was I expecting though? Felix was never a man of half-assery. No, everything had his all into it.
He laid me down onto the couch, hovering above me. That smug smile of his was still present. As much as I wanted to wipe it off his face, the other side of me just wanted him closer, inside of me, everywhere.
His skin felt too warm and I needed it so badly. The way they were tracing every inch of my body was making me think that the if he kept this up, his hands were going to leave burn marks against my clothes. He was simply just looking at me, smug smile but his gaze was intense. Like he wanted to savor this moment, when I just really wanted him to touch me.
My hands came up to touch the curl of bleach blonde hair that fell into his eyes as I looked up at him, a pleading look on my face, “Please, Felix. Don’t tease me.”
“Look at me, the president of campus practically begging to be fucked by me.” I rolled my eyes and was about to say something before I felt the rough grip of his hands at my throat, that smile taunting me at this point, “Shush, princess, I’ll do whatever I want with you.”
My mouth clamped shut as he removed just his thumb to kiss the spot where it once was. His hand still weighing my neck down, the pressure causing me to bite down on my lips as the sweet sensation of his kisses trailing down my neck and collarbone.
A soft moan escaped my mouth as he hit a surprisingly tender spot right behind my ear lobe. I could feel Lix’s grin as his teeth gently nipped my lobe, tugging it slightly.
“Calm down, I’ve barely even touched you yet and you’re already moaning,” Felix chastised me as he reached down between us, his hand cupping my heat through my sweatpants.
“You’re already wet, aren’t you?” his deep voice sounded in my ear and I winked in reply. He chuckled before tugging the waistband of my bottoms down and placing his hand inside my underwear. His gentle touch led to him caressing that spot slowly before pulling away.
“Please, Felix,” I begged and he just shook his head, standing up.
“I think you’re savior needs more persuading, Madame President,” the deep voice and all his dirty talk was getting more to me. Also the nickname of Madame President was turning me on more than I thought it would. This better not effect my work later.
Felix quickly undid the buckle on his pants, dropping them to the ground, “Fortunately for you, I like action as thanks.”
The beautiful blonde continued undressing himself, causing me to feel like a horny teenage girl again. My mouth began to water at the sight of his dick, the perfect size and thickness. Already standing firmly at attention in front of me. He quickly took off his shirt, in that one hot way that all guys do. The perfect washboard abs of girls dreams which honestly when did he have time to work out between all his stalking of me before I remembered he was on the school’s dance and soccer team. Felix let out a deep chuckle as he caught me checking me out.
“It’s rude to stare, princess, don’t make me punish you,” Felix’s voice took a dark yet sadistic turn. Could not lie, I was about that action but I can tell by just the look in his eyes now was not the time.
I propped my self up on my knees, following suit and taking my shirt off as well. I was just left in my usual bra but I caught Felix groaning at the site, his hands coming up to immediately cup my tits. In a flash, my bra was undone and the AC combined with Felix’s needy, or kneady, hands had my nipples standing at attention. The pad of his thumbs slowly brushed over each nipple as he gave each breast a gently kiss before outright sucking on the right one. This other hand keeping a gentle yet firm massage to the left. I moaned aloud at this sensation, crumpling into his touch. The way Felix’s hands were setting me on fire and his teasing was getting to be too much.
A moan escaped my lips, causing him to stop his torment on my nipple. The grin he gave me was one I wanted to forever have in my mind as he heard my sounds.
“Suck my dick, madame president?”
I nodded in response as he quickly stood back up, giving me a perfect view of his dick. I opened my mouth and Felix gently laid his dick into the entrance of my mouth as my hands came up to clutch his hips.
“Hands behind your back,” Felix demanded, one of his hands resting across my jawline, his fingers tracing the curve.
I followed instructions as he moved closer, his dick fully resting in my mouth at this point. I quickly shut my mouth around the base of his dick, alternating quickly between licking his tip and providing all around suckage around him.
Felix kept my head tilted up as I continued to suck him off, unashamed of the stream of moans he was letting out as I sped up before finding the perfect pace to make him go crazy. His hips rutted into my mouth, causing him to hit the back of my throat before I was ready.
“Can I fuck your mouth?” he whined out, the cool guy personality flowing away from him the longer this went on. He watched for the okay before harshly thrusting again into my mouth, holding my head there at the base of his cock. His moans were sweet sounding as he continued to wreck my mouth, using my mouth as his personal sex toy.
“Oh, fuck, you’re drooling everywhere,” Felix cooed as he slid out, his hand still on the my jaw. His thumb wiped at the drool, a look of both amazement and mischief, as he wiped up the mixture of my own spit and his precum.
I giggled before laying back against the couch, pulling him on top of me. Felix complied, letting me do what I like as our bodies pressed together. He kissed me once more before reaching into his pocket and pulling out a shiny square foil.
Felix reached down between us after the condom was on, testing my own wetness. He must have liked what he felt and I liked it too, the feeling of his one digit entering between my folds and slightly caressing the bundle of nerves.
He kept massaging my clit as his tip teased my entrance. Slowly, he moved inside of me, causing us both to moan out as settled completely inside of me. His moan was like music to my ears, mostly because it was right in my ear at that. Felix slowly, almost excructiatingly moved in and out of me, causing me to groan before he slowly increased his pace. The sound of our moans and the rough skin slapping heard across the apartment.
I felt my moans get louder as Felix sat up and tugged me up and closer, pushing my legs over his shoulder. This new and deeper angle caused him to hit my G-spot completely, causing me to fall apart in a new way.
“Fuck…Felix…fuck…”
“Is that what you want?” if possible, his voice was way deeper, “Everyone to know who’s fucking the president so good? Why don’t you tell them? What’s my name?”
“Felix,” I moaned again, louder.
“Can’t hear you,” he sing-songed and sped his pace up, the rough fucking leading me closer and closer to my orgasm.
“Felix! Fuck!” I said, quickly coming undone, strings of moans and curses falling from my lips. Felix soon followed me in orgasming, pulling out and yanking the condom off.
I moved to sit up but Felix pushed me back down easily, that wry smile coming back to his face. It was impossible that he almost looked more beautiful in this moment, the sweat causing his hair to plaster to his forehead. The slight rise and fall of his chest as he watched me, that mischievous glint still there.
“This isn’t a one time thing for me, madame president,” Felix said, his hand coming to clutch my thigh as he leaned over me.
“I would hope not, I kinda like you stalking me,” I smirked and Felix laughed.
“Good, and actually, I’m more of a sub.” Felix said and for the first time ever I saw a blush cross his face.
“Oh really? What made this dominance come out then?”
“Well, knowing you, if I didn’t take control, nothing would have happened. And I have been wanting a piece of that ass since freshman orientation.”
“Huh,” I considered this for a moment before resting my eyes back on his, “We both know I like being in charge.”
“We do.”
“Why don’t you get on your knees and eat me out then? Like a good boy.”
“Yes, ma’am.”
“Ah,” I said, stopping Felix from putting his head down, “I kind of liked the Madame President. Keep that name.”
“Kind of a mouthful, don’t you think?” Felix teased and I death glared him.
“Take a mouthful of my pussy or shut up, insolent,” I growled out at him and he quickly bent down, licking up at my folds.
He was surprising good at it, sucking gently in certain areas, paying perfect attention to my clit when needed, two of his fingers taking liberties. His fingers inserted themselves into my fold, continuously finding and hitting my G-spot as his tongue did wonders against my clit. The moans were a stream of curses, his names, God’s name and anything else that came to mind as the overstimulation took control.
Before I knew it, I was coming onto Lix’s tongue.
Felix sat up, his mouth and chin covered in my orgasm and before he could wipe it off, I leaned in, pressing a kiss to his lips. The open mouthed kiss filled my mouth with my own taste as he grinned into the kiss.
“You’re amazing, Margueritte,” Felix moved back to say before moving to stand, pulling me up with him.
“It’s been a long day. May I bathe you and take you to bed, Madame President?”
“You’re allowed to,” I said as he guided me to the bathroom.
Who would have known someone as strict and controlling as I am would fall in love with this heartbreaker and total stalker at that?
It felt like something out of an anime I watched a long time ago.
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Summary: You have been sneaking out, letting Cerberus get used to you, then Lucifer finds the two of you being awfully cute.
Warnings: A little suggestive at the end, otherwise, just fluff! And Cerberus being the best boy, in case that needs a warning.
Word Count: 1,200+
A/N: Page breaks are the changes in POV, yours and Luci’s.
I have two almost complete requests, and a half done original idea that I will be posting soon, but I had this idea after watching this video of a bear so I had to write it!! Hope you like this, as I feel a little rusty and I’m getting back in the groove of things~
~Admin Doe
“Who needs that much fucking meat?”
“Me... Bitch.”
You huffed as you pushed by Beel, holding a bowl of a chunk of meat you had just cooked. Most everyone else was asleep, or at least, in their room and minding their own business. Everyone, except you and Beelzebub.
“Where are you going?”
“Out,” you began to walk towards the door, “Promise, I’ll be back though. If not, well... Come looking for me please.”
You made your way out, holding the giant bowl of cooked meat close to your chest. You quietly walked around the back of the house and hurried, as quietly as possible, towards your destination.
A loud, guttural roar-like sound came from the darkness ahead and you let out a quiet ‘shh’ before stepping closer to it. Three pairs of bright yellow eyes stared you down.
“Cerby~”
You whispered his nickname, shaking the bowl around. It was enough to draw him from the darkness and out to you. You smiled, finally conquering the beast. You had been trying to gain his trust the past week. Slowly growing closer to the guard dog. Finally, he came to you on his own, even if you were bribing him...
“C’mere boy!”
Cerberus bounded towards you, a playful huff sounding from all three heads. You smiled and grabbed a chunk of the meat in your hand. He eagerly walked towards you and motioned for him to sit down. He sat down very fast, a loud thud coming from his backend. You let out a laugh and threw the food as high as you could, causing him to jump up, ever so slightly, to catch the treat. You did this two more times, letting each head catch some meat.
“Oh! You're a good boy! Yes you are!”
“Beelzebub?”
Lucifer entered the kitchen, looking for M/C. His eyes scanned the area and he only saw his brother. No human in sight.
“Yea?”
“Why does it smell like beef?”
“Uh,” Beel squinted, he had a feeling M/C did not want him to tell anyone where they had gone, “M/C was cooking?”
“Where are they now?”
“I don’t know?”
Every answer was more of a question.
Lucifer’s eyes widened, “You don’t know?!”
“They took their meat... and they left. Said ‘Come looking for me if I don’t return’.”
“Shit.”
Lucifer immediately knew where M/C had gone. He hurried outside and could hear playful growling, and loud thuds. “This is it,” he placed his hand on his forehead. He just knew Cerberus had killed his love, and was playing with their body.
“Cerby~ Rollover!”
Okay, maybe not dead. Yet.
“Good boy, such a good boy!” Praise rang through the air and Lucifer felt a smile creep onto his face.
Finally, M/C was in sight and what a sight to behold. Lucifer almost wanted to pull out his DDD just to snap a picture to save for later. There was his love, playing so gently with his giant guard dog, unafraid of the beast under them.
He didn’t dare interrupt. Not yet.
“Oh, good boy! Such a lovely boy!” You cooed over Cerberus, handing him some more meat. “Can I see your paw?”
Cerberus quickly stuck his paw out, his right head nuzzling into his other paw. His giant paw hit you, but you did not back down. You gently grabbed it and softly rubbed the fur.
“Oh, such a lovely paw!” You rubbed it against your face and gave it a quick massage. You leaned all of your weight onto Cerberus now, his fur enveloping you. “Would you like some more treats? Such a nice boy, you deserve all the treats!” As you turned to grab some meat from the bowl, you began to speak again, “Does Luci give you treats? Are they as good as mine?”
The middle head barked and nuzzled into you, the right head seemed to want to stay hidden, and the left head... he was staring off.
“I’d like to think so.”
A scream ripped from your throat and you rolled off of Cerberus, whose three heads were still waiting very patiently for more meat.
“Lucifer!” Your voice cracked as you stood up.
“M/C...” Lucifer stepped towards, eyes moving from Cerberus and back to you. “I see you’ve made a friend out of Cerberus. An amazing feat, if you do ask me...”
“Um, yea, I wanted to surprise you! For the next time you asked me to walk him... I wanted to, uh, impress you I guess...”
You rubbed the back of your neck, and Lucifer let out a small laugh, “Love, you impress me every day, do not think otherwise. I do have to ask though, please do not do that ever again. If something had happened...”
“Don’t worry!” You stood up, “Watch this, he loves me, now anyway...”
Lucifer did not like what that implied. He listened to you though. He watched closely as you picked up the bowl of (what he assumed was) beef, and you grabbed a clob of it.
“Sit!” You motioned for Cerberus to sit, and he did, excitedly so. “Shake, please!”
The hellhound raised his giant paw, and shoved it towards you. You gently grabbed the bottom of the paw and shook it. “Good boy!” You almost yelled from excitement. “Such a good boy!” Cerberus was shaking his whole butt, all three heads watching you.
“Here you go!”
You grabbed a patty from the bowl and tossed it up, you did this two more times, letting each head get some. You were proud of yourself.
“See! Cerberus loves me!”
Lucifer pulled you close to him, his lips pressing to the top of your head, “I see, I’m very proud of you.”
Your heart was swelling with love, you were gonna explode. “After all that petting, I think I need to rest now.” Lucifer nodded. “But first, Cerby c’mere!”
Lucifer stepped back and let you do whatever it was you needed to do before heading to bed. He watched closely as you motioned for the dog to lower its heads.
“A goodnight kiss for each one of you! Because you’re the best boy in the Devildom!”
You gently placed a kiss on each snout.
It was Lucifer’s turn to explode with love. He watched as you waved the hellhound off, letting it go back to guarding. You turned back to him, a tired smile on your face.
“Honestly, if you hadn’t come out here, I would have fallen asleep on him.”
“Now, that would have been cute to find. Let’s get inside, before Cerberus comes back and decides he is now a bed.”
You laughed and let Lucifer pull you close. The two of you walked inside, “I’ve never seen him warm up to someone like that. You truly are special, M/C.”
“I think it was that meat. I don’t know what it was though, I just bought it and hoped he would like it. Luckily for me, he did.”
You made it inside, a nice quietness settling over the two of you, before Lucifer finally spoke again.
“How long have you been working with him?”
“About a week. He was pretty bratty at first.”
Lucifer made a face, how dare you call his hellhound a brat!
“Kinda reminded me of you.”
“Oh, you are going to pay for that.”
The door of his room closed and the night was suddenly even more interesting.
I'm gonna be legit right now. I have no clue what the tf-141 would be like in bed. Not because I can't come up with anything, but because it fully depends on you. They just wouldn't do anything you dislike.
I think that Simon would be hella carefully with you. He wouldn't be too rough and wouldn't call you names (let's all remember his trauma, yeah?). Would absolutely tease, though. But if you asked–begged, cuz the mf is scared he might go overboard–him to be rough? Be fucking ready. Still don't think he would degrade you, doesn't sit right with him.
I think Kyle would be a gentleman. Your pleasure will always be more important than his. That's why you are going to cum 8 times or so. Totally into overstimulation and a combo of teasing and sweet talking. Aw, are you tired? Yeah, poor baby. It's okay, you don't have to do anything, just relax and cum once more. But would totally stop and apologize if you were getting overwhelmed and started crying. (no, I'm not projecting)
I see John as a gentle dom. But sometimes his breeding kink can get over the top and you are getting fucked on every surface of the house. Also, PLEASE HEAR ME, he loves cockwarming. It doesn't even have to be sexual! Just sit on his lap while he does some paperwork, his soft dick enveloped in your warmth. If you suddenly tell him that you are tired of feeling his cum inside, that it makes you icky? Should have told him sooner, sugar. He's either using condoms or finishing on you until you let him breed you again.
And last but not least, Johnny.
...
...What? This man tried everything at least twice. For good measure. I can tell you that he has insane stamina, loves going down on you sloppily and fucking you and himself into overstimulation. He just can't stop. Bites and licks, growls and coos and whines. But the second you tell him to stop he immediately pulls out and checks on you. After you are 100% calm and comfy, he will carefully ask if he can use your thighs or something. What? He needs to get the boner down.
