#liebe x reader

“I’m not your enemy, Asta,” you cooed.

His nose rubbed along yours, warm breath fanning your cheek. A pleasant tingle spread throughout your body from being this close to the grey haired hunk.

“Sorry,” he whispered in return, “just never thought I’d get to do this with you.”

For years you had stood on the sidelines and rooted for him enthusiastically. Not able to be of use in battle you had contented yourself with being his unwavering support. Tending to his aching body after intense training sessions and always lending a willing ear when he needed to unburden himself.

You had not known that as your feelings had grown, so too had Asta’s. You were what he thought of when he held his ground against the most wicked of enemies, the flame that burned bright in the darkest of nights.

At long last, he told you the truth.

The rough pad of his thumb traced your lower lip before sliding to your jawline, his lips met your own once more but this time in soft reverence. Butterfly kisses that made you long for more, mouths slanting as you inhaled each other and enjoyed his tender but protective embrace.

Asta parted your mouths, smirking at the soft sigh you exhaled. Eyes as green as freshly grown grass watched you closely, his head tipped to the side in curiosity whilst you caught your breath.

“Better?” he asked earnestly.

How adorable he was in his uncertainty. The faintest pink tinges his cheeks and a hand lifts to rub absently at his neck.

You nodded shyly.

“Much. Don’t stop practising though,” you purred as a hand curled into his Black Bulls cloak, drawing him back to you.

Yuno

Yuno knew he wanted to kiss you, he had wanted to for a long time but had not yet found the perfect opportunity. He had grown so desperate in his desire to fulfil his wish that he was almost as giddy as a schoolchild when the time finally arrived.

You were rooted to the spot as golden eyes roamed your face with utter reverence. Too shocked by his sudden affection to react in those first moments. He inched closer until you could feel the heat from his skin upon your own and your breath hitched as you thought him about to deliver that tender first kiss.

When his cool feather-soft lips kissed at the very corner of your mouth, it was maddening. Yuno was teasing you, peppering quick kisses to your flesh but never coming close enough for your lips to meet.

He chuckled as you finally snapped.

One hand curling around his neck, fingers sinking into the silky black strands at his nape and forcing him to acknowledge you properly. His lips had warmed from all his sweet teasing and the kiss was firm but loving.

With you, he did not need to compete. There was no desire to prove yourself more worthy than he, you accepted him for who he was. Your presence was a comfort to Yuno and he did not fear to show you the real him, free from expectation and contempt.

“Thank you,” he whispered against your lips, pulling you back before you could question him.

His hands settled gently on your waist as you both sank into the experience. Before long you could not discern where you ended and Yuno began, and you never wanted to be parted from him again.

Finral

For all the womanising Finral chose to indulge in, when it came to his first kiss, he was cautiously hesitant.

The opportunity had arisen on several occasions, he was a handsome man after all, but he had known that those times had not been his destiny.

You were different, and the spatial mage adored that you were bold enough to tease him in a way no one else ever had. You appreciated him, never took his magic for granted and your tongue was sharp enough to ensure that his Black Bull friends knew not to treat him harshly.

It was more than obvious that Finral liked you, but getting him to act upon those feelings proved harder than you had assumed. You decided to take matters into your own hands.

A finger twisted around a loose strand of his green-tipped hair, enjoying the bob of his Adam’s apple and the flood of red that coursed up the sides of his neck as you asked him so sweetly, “can I kiss you?”

He nodded, not trusting his voice to remain unbroken. Finral watched as a pink tongue peeked from between your lips to wet the plush skin. Eyes the colour of an ocean of violets in bloom memorised every detail as your head tilted and lashes fluttered shut.

Finral tasted sweet like honey, his moistened lips slid in time with your own. Gentle gave way to heat, a smouldering fire rather than a flash of flames. He grew confident as the seconds passed, a hand speared into your hair and held your head as he deepened the kiss.

It had to end, as all good things do, but it hurt to part from his mouth. He looked flushed, hair mussed from your wandering fingers and a sinful darkness crept into his eyes.

“Can we do that again?” he asked on an exalted sigh.

Magna

Magna was used to fighting for what he most wanted in life and that included you. It wouldn’t be remiss to say that he was one of the most hard-working members of the Black Bulls, and his determination could rival even that of Asta’s.

A willing sparring partner, you pushed him to surpass his limits, just as Captain Yami had taught you. Nothing riled him more than seeing that fighting spirit twinkle in your eyes before launching a barrage of vicious attacks.

Magna’s magic was suited to ranged attacks but he couldn’t help but bring the fight to you, often ending in one of you pining the other until a breathless surrender was made. It was one of these many times that he chose to shoot his shot.

Now you might think that it would have been during one of the occasions that he pinned you, but no, he waited until you were ready to begin your usual gloating routine to strike. Whilst you were straddled over his stomach, feet wrapped around his thigh to prevent kicking and hands holding down his wrists, he closed the distance.

The kiss was a shock; his head lifted from the scorched ground to place the fleetingly hot kiss against your slightly parted lips. He watched through his tinted glasses, carefully judging your expression to see if he had ruined your friendship.

He was not the only one capable of shocking; you let go of his wrists and chose to capture his mouth instead. Busying your fingers in the streak of black hair that fell into his face, the kiss quickly became your new battleground.

Neither of you willing to submit to the other, mouths slanted and teeth nipped as things moved along much quicker than expected. Your tongue traced a path along his swollen lower lip, Magna moaned in his throat and finally panted out.

“I surrender!”

Liebe

Liebe didn’t think he understood the concept of love. It was difficult given his devil status, Hell was not a place where one would find compassion and softer emotions.

His first taste of the feeling of love was during his brief time with Richita and he missed that period of his life.

He didn’t believe he would feel it again, that was until he met you.

Liebe couldn’t shake the nervous fluttering that erupted in his stomach every time you walked through a door, his voice trembling as he replied to your genuine questions over his welfare.

It took an embarrassing conversation with Asta for the sweet-hearted devil to finally realise that he liked you – a lot. Not as a comrade, nor as a friend but as someone that made him feel whole in a way he hadn’t thought probable.

Of course, you liked Liebe in equal measure. You didn’t care one bit that he was a devil, choosing to weigh his actions and heart over anything else. From the top of his messy snow-white hair to the tip of his pointed tail, he was adorable.

The day you both admitted your feelings, it was a miserable day with everyone choosing to depart the hideout. He watched from the doorway as you read a book, curled into an armchair and looking cosy beneath a blanket.

You beckoned him in and made room for him to share the squishy seat with you. Without asking you started to read the story aloud to him, it was a story where a boy and girl realise after many years that they are in love and when the time came for them to kiss, you lowered the book to find Liebe staring at you intently.

No further words were needed.

He was so gentle as he admitted his feelings with the softest brush of his lips. Hesitancy lined his every move, constantly moving back to peer at your expression and gauge your reaction.

Liebe was terrified of accidentally hurting you with his sharp teeth, so much so that he refused to deepen the kiss despite your want.

Instead, the devil contented himself with peppering every inch of your face – cheeks, nose, brow – with kisses that were as soft as the petals of a dewy flower.

When it comes to romance, Liebe is as dense as they come. He knows what romance is, in that he's heard of it, but he never developed a crush until you came along.

Something about the way you never questioned him being a devil and took an interest in him directly rather than seeing him as an extension of Asta (which most people outside of the Bulls did), were some of the first things that caught his attention.

And his fondness of you grew from there.

He never considers that you'd like him back until one day that could've been like any other.

Liebe comes back from a mission a little beat. What was supposed to be a hunt for one bandit turned into a fight with a whole gang, thus Liebe had needed to throw a few punches himself alongside Asta.

That's why Liebe needs patching up when he returns.

You volunteer to tend to his wounds. You don't have any healing spells like Nero, but you practice non-magical first-aid.

At first, the flirting you use is very subtle. So subtle that it easily comes off as basic pleasantries.

"I'm glad you made it back alive" and "I'm happy to help you out with this."

Liebe doesn't really bat an eye as you sit close, maybe closer than strictly necessary, and wear an unfaltering grin as you clean up his wounds.

He's more focused on recovering and how being in your presence soothes him.

You decide to push your flirting when you begin to apply a healing salve. When you dab some salve on a cut under Liebe's eye, you linger to brush a thumb along his cheek.

"Hm, you know, I think you'd kinda look cute with a scar." The words are more forward and catch his attention, fluster him even.

He stammers for a moment (because of your closeness and your words) but manages to explain that it might not happen since his devil physiology means he doesn't get scars.

You're just so very gentle as you rub in the healing salve. You do it in part to not agitate his wounds and in part to admire his physic. You hadn't known before that devils could train and grow more muscular like humans.

Liebe's heart is starting to race because he's feeling the shift in your attitude towards him. His tail is twitching a bit and he feels a good sort of dizzy. And he honestly can't help himself from smiling as you tend to him.

Still, he doesn't presume romantic feelings from you. He knows he likes you but that doesn't mean you feel the same, regardless of how sweet you act with him.

Before you go to get bandages, you hold one of his hands between yours and say, "I hope you realize how happy I am that you came back and that we can spend time together."

Things like "it's unfair that you can look so cute after a fight" and "so you know, I'll always take care of you" come up while you bandage Liebe and his face is practically on fire because you're becoming more and more obvious with your affection but he's still at a loss.

Finally, you say "If you're not better soon, I might just try kissing you better, okay?"

Liebe starts stuttering and blabbering over the idea of kissing you. "Why would you kiss me?!" "You don't have to kiss me!" "It's not that I don't want to kiss you-!" "Does kissing actually heal people?!"

You do your best to not laugh since you know Liebe's temper would make him lash out at you. Try as you might, a bit of chuckling escapes you.

And this does upset Liebe, but he doesn't snap at you.

He pouts, turns his head away, and grumbles "It's not fair to tease me that way when I like you, darn it."

You scoot up to Liebe and lean against him. You apologize and explain that you'd been flirting for a while, but far more subtly and so you decided to push yourself to finally make him notice your feelings.

Liebe huffs and says you should've been more straightforward. But quickly takes his words back since he danced around his own feelings instead of just saying so.

Yuno

Yuno doesn’t really think about it too much, when he sees you drawing, or doodling into your sketch book. It’s something you like doing, and he’s alright with it.

But he also doesn’t want to pry, which is why he doesn’t really ask about it too much. And if he does, you give him a generic answer, especially at the start of the relationship. Because… what are you supposed to say? That you are drawing him more often than not? And besides… what if he doesn’t like the drawing…

Besides… you didn’t think that the drawings made him justice.

However, once you put your sketchbook down, open, and left to get a drink. Which was when he saw what was in that book. And it was all him.

At that point he begun flipping through the pages to see more and more drawings of him.

As you got back, you could only stare at him for a moment, waiting for him to say… something. Anything. Actually, you were waiting for him to say something … judgemental? Maybe? Honestly, you didn’t know.

But instead he just looked at you and went “you’re good at drawing”.

“You like them?”

“Yeah…”

After that, you didn’t have reservations on drawing him, and showing him the pictures. Or even asking him to model for you, because… he’s got the features for it.

And it offered another activity for you too, to enjoy as a couple. Because it was time spent together; which is the best time spent.

Asta

Asta takes active interest in your hobbies, and as he sees you drawing a lot, he also does ask a lot of questions about it. But he also compliments you and encourages you when you’re struggling with a new pose, or shading or anything of the sorts.

He also asks to see your works, but he doesn’t push if he sees that you’re not ready to show him just yet. Because they’re your drawings, and you decide to whom you’ll show them.

However, he does ask if you’d like to draw him. In fact, he’d love to see what kind of an artwork you’d make of him!

Little did he know that you’ve been drawing him for all this time… Because he’s your favourite thing to draw.

But. Because you don’t want to let him down, you agree to the request and draw him; giving him the picture at the end.

And he loves it. Absolutely adores it. That one, and any piece that might come after.

He’s there to support your interests, and help you get better at it. In any way he can. Because he loves you.

Zora

Zora sees you scribbling down into your notebooks, pieces of paper, and it doesn’t seem like you’re writing. Some of the lines are too long and smooth. He’s an observant man, and knows the difference between writing and drawing.

At first he thinks that you’re drawing… diagrams, maybe? Or something else. But. He can’t help but let curiosity get the best of him, which is why he leans over your shoulder one day to look at what you’re drawing.

“That looks pretty good,” he tells you when he means that it looks spectacular. And that is when all the stolen glances you have given him make even more sense.

“But you know… you don’t need to hide them,” he continued, looking at you, as you stare at the drawing in embarrassment. “If you want to draw me, then do,” he simply comments and takes a seat.

But this time he takes, intentionally, a seat where it’s easy for you to look at him. Because he’s quite flattered.

And you start finding new pen cases and paints among your old ones. Which he gets you, but doesn’t downright admit getting you. Instead, he gives half of a shrug with “you were spending them quite fast”. By which he means that he doesn’t want you to run out.

At times, when he sees you drawing, or painting, and there’s no one else in the room, he places a quick kiss onto your cheek.

He never minds if you want to draw him. Ask to draw him. And he will sit still for hours if you want to paint a portrait of him. Because love doesn’t know time spent together.

Liebe

Liebe can’t really, still, understand why you want to be with him. Because he is a devil. And he’s not… used to this. Someone liking him. After all, he has been picked on for most of his life, so thing is completely new to him.

Meaning that when he sees you scribbling something into your notebooks, or papers, and then not wanting to show him what you were doing; it makes him suspicious. It makes him weary. But he wants to trust you.

After a while he does confront you about it. And he wants to see what you’ve been putting in your notebooks.

So, you show him, and he… struggles to believe that too. That you’ve been making art of him.

“Why?” He asks.

“Be-cause… I like drawing you…” you reply. “Just… do”

It takes a while for him to really believe it, but he does. And after that he’s not as pushy about seeing your art, unless you want to show him.

Asta

You giving him oral:

Very vocal, and tries to hold himself from thrusting up or making any movement at all. Doesn’t know what to say when you take his full length/deepthroat him either; all he knows is that it feels really good. You’ll just have to let him know that it’s ok to push your head down(if you’re comfortable with that) he doesn’t want to hurt you though. Being rough with you kind of scares him, afraid he might hurt you. He’s also very sensitive, making it really easy to tease him.

Him giving you oral:

Nervous and shaky at first, but with guidance he definitely aced it. Knowing where to leave hickeys on your legs and knowing how to push you to the limit with little effort. Wants to hear you though, even if you’re quiet in bed; Particularly when you’re starting out, you’ll have to be a bit more vocal than you’re comfortable with. Letting him know that you feel good.

Liebe

You giving him oral:

Demonic moans and growls; wings fluttering and tail going crazy. He legitimately doesn’t even hold back, he uses your mouth. Pushes your head down as soon as you come up for air(doesn’t mean he doesn’t give you a chance to breathe); More than vocal, he knows how to dirty/sweet talk you. Tell you all you want to hear. Your gagging is music to his ears, mainly when he realeses inside your mouth and tell you to swallow all of it.

Him giving you oral:

He most likely uses his tail, seeing that it drives you crazy. He doesn’t stop until he gets the satisfaction he needs from you. Meaning, he wants you to scream his name. Tell him how good it feels, then maybe he’ll stop. Your screams are very pleasing and it just makes him want more. The whaling for him to stop, also makes him want to rock your world.

Nacht

You giving him oral:

He’s more on the quiet side, even so he does get loud from time to time. Harder for him to keep quiet every passing minute. He does have good control of his body, significantly at keeping himself from bucking up and keeping his hands to himself. Doesn’t mind making a mess, though if it’s a quickie he’ll cum inside your mouth.

Him giving you oral:

Teases you, the faces you make are appealing. His eager to pleasure you from time to time, making his tounge feel way better than it should. Mocks your sounds and faces too; when you tried to deny you didn’t do such thing, he pulls this card.

Magna

You giving him oral:

He’s overly excited and loud. Praises you, while trying to keep himself silent. He too, resists trying to buck up or even push your head down. He’s against making you uncomfortable. He’s a bit nervous too, despite how overly cocky he usually is. He’s more toned down in the bedroom but if you want him to push your head down and dirty talk the whole time. Oh boy, he will.

Him giving you oral:

Excessively nervous at first, but over time he earns his cocky demeanor once again. Knowing what gets you going and how to make you lose all self-control has become a specialty when he’s giving you oral.

Yuno

You giving him oral:

Shy and a bit self-conscious, when you first go down on him. He’s very concentrated on keeping his voice in. Not wanting you to feel any discomfort, he makes an effort to keep his body in check too. Which doesn’t last long, even though he did exceedingly well at first. He can’t keep up the act for long with you.

Him giving you oral:

Isn’t nervous just shaky, he’s going to have to do a bit of experimenting if you want him to get the hang of this. Quick learner too, after a few minutes of messing around that is. He certainly won’t make you feel and discomfort; if your insecure/uncertain about him going down on you. If you let him have the chance, he kisses your inner thighs making you feel more comfortable.

Luck Volita

You giving him oral:

Volume isn’t even a thing with him. The way you suck on the tip leaves him with his jaw hanging and loads of whimpers that he’s unable to contain. He’s not one to push your head down but he’ll back up when he’s close to his orgasm or you fondle with his balls. You can tell how good you make him feel just by his moaning. Most of the time he doesn’t hide his moans, sighs, and/or whimpers.

Him giving you oral:

No kidding he also expects you to be vocal, it’s part of the realtionship. He’s also nervous, considering he’s going down on you. He puts much concentration into making you feel good with just his mouth and fingers.

Yami

You giving him oral:

Knows how to keep silent, he’s a bit of a praiser too. He’s one to get a bit louder close to his orgasm, lot of offbeat breathing and some movement. He wouldn’t push or shove your head down, unless you ask for it. Seeing that it causes you to gag, he even might think it brings you discomfort so he works on body control for you. The lewd sounds of your sucking, makes him grow closer to the edge and his whimpers are worth it.

Him giving you oral:

He has some experience from previous realtionships; It won’t be hard for him either to find out what makes you feel good and what doesn’t. Likes to hear you whimper, squeal, or just plain down-right moan. His tounge has the skill to draw any types of noises from you. Likes when you pulls his hair and moan his name, tell him how good you feel and he won’t be able to stop.

Zora

You giving him oral:

Makes you work hard for him, and he too, doesn’t hesitate to make you gag by pushing your head down. He sets his own pace and gets off like that. He has a passion for you humming around him. The vibration just sends closer to his orgasm making his thrusting a bit frantic. You wouldn’t be giving him oral anymore, he’ll just be facefucking you.

Him giving you oral: