#suggestuve

Hi barney likers

(Suggestive under the cut)

I am weak for this man it’s not funny anymore, do not @ me. stick and stones may break my bones but my soul will keep on simpin’ for this lucy<3 ¯\_(ツ)_/¯  can’t help it and won’t help it LOL I got this idea in the middle of the day and said to myself: Myself u gotta write this is, it’s hot and i was like valid. So here it is! I wrote it so fast I put The Flash in shame for my perverted thoughts need to be written and shared to those who walk the same path as me ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Imagine: Mc came to the devildom with a cross necklace that would sting the brothers if they touch them for too long. Kinda suggestive.

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You had just arrived at the Devildom and something shiny got everyone’s attention. A small cross sitting in your chest, a necklace. It was a gift from someone close to you, it wasn’t like you were particularly religious but it was heavy in your background, so you kept it on you all the time. It would cause the brothers to be unable to touch you for so long. They could, but after some time touching you would sting them. When you started becoming close to them it would hurt them to think about it, a constant sign of who you were and where you came from, a sign you were different from them. 

It would hurt a special someone who’d never admit his feelings towards you, out of pride, especially because he tried so hard not to like you. But your dear eyes, naively and innocently staring at him from afar. The way you batted your eyelashes at him. He was a weak man, a devil who would fall to temptation at the drop of a hat. But he would not let his mind wander off the boundaries and walls he had set himself. That’s when your necklace came in handy. A reminder that you were off limits. A little lamb who fell into the land of the wolves. For his own sake he had to be strong even when he wanted to become putty in your hands the sting would bring him back to reality.

He told himself he wouldn’t get lost in the way you laugh or get too drawn in to you when you’d recall your memories to him. It did hurt you, you couldn’t just throw away a token of someone's love and desire to protect you so easily but that damned cross kept you in check too. Sometimes you wondered, if you would have been a different being or if he would have things would’ve been different. Maybe you could have loved him, maybe in another life or dimension, you told yourself. But it was clear for him his world wasn’t meant to be yours, he wasn’t worthy of you.

Until that day.

The day you took a step towards his wall and, with a sledge hammer in hand, started to shake his foundation he thought was so strong. It was only a kiss, then two and then you couldn’t keep your hands to yourself anymore. All it took was a moment of weakness for you to take your chance, to sit on top of him with your legs now straddling him and him to look up towards you. And his eyes, oh, his eyes that seemed to want to devour you were so captivating, they weren’t icy anymore but entrancing and he had such a love-struck gaze to him your heart skipped a beat. Your own eyes sparkling, too. He was showing such vulnerability you couldn’t endure it anymore.

Then it happened. A sting that actually shocked both of you. Your eyes fixed on one another and then to your chest, right in between you two your necklace dangled almost as if it were creating an imaginary barrier to prevent what you couldn’t keep hidden anymore. So, in that moment, you did it. Your eyes on him while he looked at the hand you brought to your chest. Your fingers played with the shiny thing before ripping it from your chest and throwing it somewhere in the room. He blinked back at you in surprise and widened even more at your sultry glare. There was no wall in between you two anymore. Grabbing his hand to caress your own cheek you closed your eyes and then pleaded in a shaky whisper. 

“Touch me, please.”