The Arcana // One-Shots

The Throne (Devil) 🌹

Warnings: Voyeurism,  the devil is called Damian because writing the devil is repetitive and dumb, Courtiers are horny for reader, angst all throughout, love confessions, damian is a bit of a dick. Male reader!!

Word Count: 1216

He was worried, not just about him but about his plan. He wanted to prove a point, and why he had to involve him was beyond his own understanding. He looked down at the skimpy outfit, a red lingerie set that showed everything that you humanly could. Thin straps went around his body, not covering anything at that point. Y/N sighed softly, turning to Damian, "Darling..."

Damian's ear flicked at the sound, looking back at him with a scoff, "What?"

Y/N flinched a bit, feeling suddenly small as he muttered meekly, "Are you sure we should do this..?"

Damian scoffed, watching him darkly, "Are you questioning my motives pet?"

Y/N felt demeaned at the name he'd only used when he first got to the realm, his form stepping back visibly as he shook his head no.

Damian nodded, moving from the room and going to where his guest were waiting, knowing Y/N would follow on his call. As he walked out the Quaestors turned, glaring at their master as they shifted impatiently, Vulgora being the first to speak, 

"What is the point of this?! We have things to do." 

Damian scoffed, looking down at him, "You can ask Valerius why you all are here."

The wine lover flinched, looking up at Damian with narrowed eyes, "Pardon?"

"My pet. You all ogle him. It's despicable. Though you the most Consul." He snarled, looking down at the group as they seemed to look away shamefully, though Volta looked at him directly,

 "May I leave..? I have no interest in your whore."

Damian waved her off, knowing she wasn't going to be a problem as she disappeared into his dining hall.

Valdemar turned as Y/N walking into the room, his body on full display in the 'outfit', if you could even call it that, their hands remaining clasped together.

Damian turned as well, watching as the courtiers reacted from his peripheral, but his attention still fully on his lover who was approaching him with his head high. He came to his side, glaring up at him as he muttered softly, "Where would you like me Arcane?"

Damian's ear flicked, his brows furrowing in thought, 'Arcane? Y/N hadn't called him that since... since he first came here.'

Y/N looked at him expectantly still, his foot even tapping as he tried to ignore the gaze the people around him were giving his body. He could feel the hungered gaze of Vulgora, the darkened one of Valerius, and the unsettling one of Valdemar. It seemed Vlastimol had left with Volta and for that he was thankful. 

Damian eyed him a bit before spreading his legs, "On my lap." 

He nodded, sliding into place and facing him with a lowered gaze, palming him in hopes of quickening the process so he could go back to the bedroom and sleep. Damian scoffed with a heated gaze, tearing his hand back as he ducked into Y/N's neck,

"You are to be patient."

Y/N felt a lump rise in his throat as he whispered back, "I want to go back to my room. Hence why I am hurrying this public humiliation." He moved his hand back down, repeating his actions and to his satisfaction, Damian's cock unsheathed itself. He quickly raised his hips, not bothering to prepare himself as he slid down on him with a small yelp. Damian was quick to grab his hips and snarl, "You're going to harm yourself."

Y/N looked up at him with a scoff, "What? Do you not want your little toy breaking?"

Damian's ear flicked back as he released him purely from the shock of his comment, feeling Y/N sink farther onto him again. His body stilled for a moment, his hands shaking as he gripped the fur in front of him. 

Damian looked back at the Courtiers, noticing a shifting from foot to foot from Valerius, who looked like he was holding back on touching himself then and there. Valdemar however was shifting in pleasure, their cloak shifting in their nether regions with something Damian never wanted to see. Vulgora was shamelessly pumping himself with a low growl. 

Y/N tried to hide himself, his hands clammy on his chest as he moved his hips quickly, wanting to finish Damian and go back to his bed, or perhaps back to his home in Vesuvia, hide away from the humiliation he was experiencing now. 

He looked down, watching Damian's cock enter him as he rolled his hips more quickly, focusing now on the pleasure he was receiving. His cock twitched at the pleasure, his eyes fluttering closed in pure bliss as he slid a hand down to himself, pumping his cock quickly in hopes of driving himself to pleasure. 

Damian watched him with darkened eyes, noticing his motions were based purely on his own pleasure as he allowed him to do as he pleased. Y/N let out a weak yelp, his head falling into his chest as he chased his peak, wanting to at least get something from this. Damian let out a low snarl, his own release clawing near. 

Y/N sighed, his hips continuing to move as he released weakly onto his own hand. Not long after he hastily slammed fully onto Damian. Damian's knot locked onto Y/N with a shudder, gripping Y/N's hips harshly and forcing him down. The courtiers seemed to disappear after that, per Damian's simple wave of his hand, forcing them back into the realm from which he dragged them from. Y/N was quick to force himself off the knot, grumbling at the mess of his hole before he slid out of Damian's lap- off the throne- and moved to the room.

Damian quickly caught his wrist, pulling him back, "Y/N."

"Don't- Don't call me my name only after they've left. Don't call me pet ever again. Don't have me do that again."

Damian frowned, "I- I didn't-"

"Didn't what? Think I was going to pick up on the facade you put on. The one you would put on when we weren't alone- when there are people watching your every move?" He growled, rubbing his temples.

Damian went quiet, his eyes falling to the ground.

"Didn't think they would look at us and see a love-struck fool, and someone who can't realize the person in front of them is so completely in love with them that it hurts." Y/N rambled, sighing, "I-"

"You love me?" Damian asked curiously.

Y/N groaned, "Yes Damian- or at least I did- but after tonight I don't... know." 

Damian frowned, pulling him closer, "I'm sorry- I didn't- I love you too... So much, I love you so much Y/N." He sighed, running a knuckle to his cheek gently.

Y/N sighed, "Why'd you make me do this- I hate those vermin..." 

Damian chuckled softly, "I'm so sorry love- I just wasn't thinking right- or about your feelings for that matter."

Y/N nodded, "You're still the worst.." He let out a soft chuckle, his eyes fluttering tiredly, "I want to go to bed now. Come on you too."

Damian nodded, following him into the bedroom as he sighed softly, "I really am sorry."

Y/N nodded, "I know baby- I know."

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