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bonny-kookoo · 6 months
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Hi Bonny, still Unstable.
What about a moment where JK's memory gets triggered and its a bittersweet recollection, like a first time where someone properly takes care of him, but MC does something similar and he feels ten times more the effects because she does it so much better...? Or something like that...?
Thanksss
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Jungkook is curious.
You've been doing something he early isn't supposed to see- you've always got your back turned towards him, and you always take whatever you're making back to your room whenever you go for a full on rest. Which is something he's been wanting to ask you for a few days now.
He wants you to.. rest with him. Not just short naps, or company while you're awake.
He really enjoyed that one time you slept on his chest- the weight of your body, the scent of you, the feeling of your chest rising and falling with every breath- it all had an odd sense of comfort to it for him he can't explain. Maybe it was the clear display of trust in him. Maybe it was just.. the fact that you were willing to be so vulnerable so close to him. He's not sure.
Whatever you're making, you're protective of it. You never leave it out of sight, you spend hours of work on it every day, and you take it wherever you go so he doesn't ever get even just a glimpse of it. It makes him wonder.
It makes him.. hope? Maybe it's something for him? Is it a gift maybe?
It could also just be something for Jin, or yourself. He shouldn't think too greedy- just because you're both on a friendly basis now, and share a nest here and there, doesn't mean you're mates or anything. You see him as a provider and protector maybe at max- he shouldn't try and want more. He should be happy with what he has.
He sighs, as he rubs his eyes, and moves towards the nest he made in a cooler corner of the ship, near the other corner of the windows. It's a bit further away from you, but it'll be fine- you probably wouldn't want to sleep there with him anyways, since it's cold here and not as brightly lit as the other nesting spots. That's fine.
Just as he settled in the blankets and fabrics, he can sense you approaching, before something is placed over his body. It smells like.. you- its clear that whatever it is, it's soaked up your scent over time. His hand grabs onto it, pulling it a little so he can look at it, and he notices how soft it feels.
It's a blanket.
You made a blanket for him?
"It's a bit short.." you giggle, noticing how much you underestimated his body size but he almost protectively holds onto it when you try and take it back.
"Its-" perfect. It could've been just a tiny baby blanket and he would've felt as if he didn't deserve it.
You early put a lot of effort into it, and as he sits up and looks at it, he notices that he's never seen you use this type of yarn before. "I sold some of the.. little animals. When we re-fueled." You admit, sitting down in front of the nest he's sitting in. "I saw the soft yarn and thought.. you know, since you said you only like certain stuff?" You shrug, and he just watches you with eyes unreadable.
That's because he doesn't know what to think.
You clearly don't know how much a gesture like that means to him. He's been given a blanket before, but never one that's.. self-made. He always had to work for it, pay for it- but you clearly want nothing in return.
You just made one because in your opinion, he deserves it.
You yawn, hand covering your mouth, and he can't help himself. He can't hold himself back from pulling your wrist closer, helping you into the nest before he covers you up with sweaters and shirts and blankets and even bedsheets. You gotta stay warm. He knows it's cold in this corner but he needs you close now.
"Kook- I'm gonna need to actually sleep though-" You laugh, finding his concentrated face cute more than intimidating now. He's really lost his rough edge to you now that you got to know him- he's no longer intimidating, even when he's upset or angry or whenever he's too rough or clumsy in doing things or handling you. He's not evil. He doesn't have any ill intent.
"Then rest here." He growls. "Sleep here. You're warm, and it's not that bright." He argues. "You need darkness for your circadian rhythm right?" He mumbles mostly to himself, before he gets up and rushes towards the control console, tapping away until the lights turn off, except for a few blinking one's and some of the screens, dipping the entire center in nothing but the light of the stars outside, and the blue-ish hue of the small control screens here and there.
Only now do you notice that in the dark, his eyes are kind of reflective. But what's probably meant to instill fear of a predator in you, simply doesnt.
"There. Now sleep." He huffs, quietly adjusting the nest around you as he's back at your side, the blanket you made back over his shoulders, when you smile. "What?" He asks, a bit annoyed and clearly a bit unfamiliar to giving out any form of affection.
"I like you." You say again, and he cringes at you.
"You said that before." He tells you back, and you nod.
"And I'll say it until you finally get it." You giggle, making him look at you rather frustrated.
"Until I get what?" He asks, but you just shrug, closing your eyes, settling to sleep now-
And he's left with himself for a moment or two, simply watching you fall asleep, before he settles down next to you as well-
Darkness and silence hugging you close, as you drift through the galaxy together.
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ashisgreedy · 9 months
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Sebastian Sallow x F!MC
Modern AU Biker!Sebastian 
“Catch-A-Ride“
MDNI
Tags: SMUT 18+ | Forced Orgasm/Made to cum | Multiple Os | Overstimulation | F!Penetration | Motorcycle Stimulation | Outdoor Sex | Oneshot | Aged up 21+ | MC is a little feisty |
WC: 3,050
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A|N: Your motorcycle boyfriend is devilish~ Also, he loves her v much ♡ This is my 1st ever Bash fic! You can thank [this] post and @finalgirllx for saying the phrase "Biker Seb".
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MC quickly swipes an extra coat of mascara on her lashes when she hears the knock on the door. She tosses the tube back in her makeup bag and looks herself over in the mirror one last time. 
There’s another louder knock as she nears the door. 
“I’m coming!” She shouts, checking out the peephole to make sure it’s who she thinks it is. MC recognizes his messy brown hair and the sunglasses he always wears. 
She throws the door open and pulls him in for a hug. “Hey!” 
Sebastian smiles as she hugs him tight. “Hey,” He holds his motorcycle helmet in one hand and wraps his free arm tight around her waist. “Are you ready to go?” He looks down at her as his hand rubs her lower back 
“Yeah, let me just grab my helmet and we can be off.” 
The two share a quick kiss before she reaches for the helmet on the coffee table in her living room. He keeps smiling a bit longer than usual and she narrows her eyes in suspicion. 
“You’re earlier than you said you’d be.” She glances at the clock on the wall. 
“No traffic.” Sebastian counters.
With her helmet in hand, a perfect match to the one Sebastian is holding, a gift from him on their last anniversary, she guides him out the door. 
“What’s that look on your face?” MC tries to see his eyes beyond the dark sunglasses. His smirk growing the closer they get to his bike. 
“What look? I always look like this.” He chews on a piece of gum in his mouth.
She knew him well enough to know something was up. “What’s going on, Sebastian? What are you up to?”
“Nothing,” He puts on his helmet, hiding the grin he’s sporting. “I can’t be happy to see my girl?” 
She narrows her eyes again before putting on her own helmet. Sebastian climbs onto his bike and waits for her to do the same. 
“I suppose…” She half believes him. She would drop it for now, though, she knew she’d bring it up again later after they took their first pitstop. 
He waits quietly for her to climb onto the bike behind him. She’s done it a dozen times by now, going with him on several rides all over the city and into the mountains. The view alone always knocked her socks off. Not to mention how exhilarating it is to be racing down a road while the wind whips past and your heart is racing from the thrill. 
Sebastian looks back and watches to make sure she doesn’t need help as she swings her leg over. 
He had told her to wear a flowy skirt for their evening ride but she was already regretting it as she tried to stuff the ends of the fabric under her legs on the seat. She didn’t want her skirt to fly up and expose her panties to passersby giving them an unwanted show, so she took her time making sure every part was tucked under.
Sebastian was very patient and waited for her to tap him to indicate she was ready since the helmets muffled sound. 
Tonight's plan was to take a ride along the winding roads toward the mountains as the sun set over the land below. It had been a while since they last took this route and she was excited to see the gorgeous views again. 
Once satisfied with her modesty, she wrapped her arms around him and tapped him. 
Sebastian braced the bike and started it up. She pushed her face into his black leather jacket. The familiar oaky scent of the leather mixed with the metallic smell of the outdoors gave her a comforting warmth in her chest. She pressed her knees to the back of his jean-clad thighs, preparing for acceleration. 
With a loud rev, he sped off down the street and her heart pounded with adrenaline. She smiled wide from ear to ear as he picked up speed.
Her neighborhood passed in a flash, and then they were out on the open road. The sky was shades of blues, oranges, and pinks washing over the landscape. He took a right turn and then they were off on the long stretch toward the mountains. 
Sebastian picked up speed once they were in a less populated area.
She held on tight to him and kept her weight on the center of the bike. Her hands rubbed over his chest as she relaxed and enjoyed the scenery. There were tons of trees and valleys off to one side and large mountains growing on the right. 
At a red light, Sebastian brought his hand up to his chest and rubbed the back of her hand gently. She hugged him from behind and gave him some ‘I love you’ squeezes. He squeezed her hand back in return. 
They entered the mountain roads, speeding past forests and hiking trails. They hadn’t seen a car in miles.
The bike hummed pleasantly beneath her without the protection of the thick denim pants she usually wore. Then Sebastian revved the engine and it was more than pleasant. 
The vibration started rushing through her like an electric current. She blushed as the sensation continued. It was becoming a bit much. 
The only thing between her clit and the seat was the thin layer of cotton panties she wore. She breathed through it and tried to relax against his back. 
The engine revved higher and her fingers dug into his chest. She held him in a vice grip and shifted in her seat. 
The bike wavered and Sebastian turned his head for a moment to look back at her. He then quickly looked back at the road, keeping his eyes on it.
The vibration of the bike's seat felt even more incredible. She shifted minutely, trying not to make the bike come unbalanced but the assault to her clit was becoming too much. 
He sped off down the mountain road, but she wasn’t paying attention to the beautiful scenery anymore. 
Her legs were shaking and her stomach muscles clenched as shockwaves rippled through her core. The orgasm hit her like a bus. She gasped and clung to Sebastian, fighting the urge not to rock her hips for some delicious friction. 
The bike's unrelenting vibrations assaulted her now oversensitive clit.
She couldn’t stop the moans that escaped her as another orgasm was pulled from her. Her thighs clamped down on the bike as her body pulsed. 
Her cries of pleasure were audible in the wind as one orgasm melted into another and another. 
The seat and her panties were soaked from the wetness making the seat harder to stay on. She felt herself sliding, but the death grip she had on Sebastian kept her centered. 
She must have been knocking the air out of his lungs with the strength of her grip but there had been no reaction from him at all, even when she screamed out in pleasure. 
The vibrations changed slightly giving her a break from the strong ones she’d been accosted with, and the orgasms finally stopped. She was sweating and gasping for breath. 
She smacked his chest and could feel his body rumble with laughter. She smacked him again and he revved the engine higher and, oh, fuck… he was doing this on purpose.
Her clit throbbed to the point of pain as her body responded to the higher vibrations. She was on the brink of madness as more orgasms piled on top of one another. 
She started paying attention to her surroundings again when the bike began to slow, striking gravel. Her panting was more audible without the motorcycle engine and wind whipping past to drown her out. Her rapid breathing fogged the visor of her helmet.
The bike came to a stop on the side of the road next to an impressive view of the mountains and forest below. 
She was limp against his back as the bike gently purred. Small tremors ran through her body with every breath she took. He cut off the bike but her body continued to hum with the ghost of the intense vibrations. 
Sebastian waited a moment before carefully peeling her hand off him. The kickstand came down and he slid off the bike. Removing his helmet revealed his messy brown waves. He spit out his gum onto the ground and set the helmet down carefully. 
As he walked over to her wearing a shit-eating grin.
She glared at him, but it wasn’t effective with the helmet on her head. She yanked it off and Sebastian carefully took it from her, setting it on the ground. 
Her hair was a mess sticking to her sweaty forehead, her cheeks a deep red, and her lips plump and swollen from biting them. 
“You did that on purpose!” She spat, placing her hands in front of her on the seat to hold herself up. 
He lifted his brows with a smirk. 
“How many times?” Sebastian asked in a cool tone. 
“What!?” She huffed, still glaring at her boyfriend. 
"How many times did you cum on my bike? How many?" He took off his sunglasses and hooked them in his back pocket. He wouldn’t need them again tonight as the sun set. She could see the spark of excitement in his eyes. 
"I…. I don't know.." she adjusted in the seat and felt how slick it was. 
She was in a state and wanted him to be just as much of a frazzled mess as she was.
Her legs were like jelly as she tried to stand. She would not be embarrassed by the wetness she left on the seat, she refused. 
Before she could get off the bike, Sebastian crouched down and looked at her at eye level. His eyes looked almost predatory as his finger slid over her bare thigh. Her skin ignited with his touch as he moved up and up, pushing her skirt the farther he went. 
She could feel the slickness all over her thighs and knew her panties were absolutely done for. 
“How many?” His tone was serious, sending shivers down her spine. 
She held her breath as his fingers reached the soaked fabric. He nudged where her clit was and her body jerked. 
“I-I don’t know! …I lost count.” MC trembled under his touch and gaze. 
He hummed with a small smile.
“Get off the bike.” He rakes his hand through his hair as he stands and waits for her. 
She tried again but her legs were trembling so much it took her a moment. Her skirt was sticking to her thighs and she looked a mess. 
Sebastian helped her, placing his hands on her waist and guiding her off the bike. Her feet slid on the gravel as he pulled her against his body. 
“You made a mess of my seat.” His lips twitched in a smirk.
It was very obvious just how much of a mess she’d made thanks to the state of the dehydrated leather. 
The world tilted and her chest was pressed down to the wet seat, ass in the air. She braced her hands on the bike to hold herself up. 
Sebastian flipped up her skirt and tugged her panties down to her ankles. Then his mouth was on her and she gasped. He licked her slit eagerly, pushing her thighs apart to go deeper, licking more of her. He latched his lips on her clit and he sucked hard. 
MC fell apart, legs trembling as she gasped his name.
He lapped at her until she was soaked anew, making her aching cunt quiver. She was a blubbering mess, writhing in the firm grip he had on her thighs. She hissed as he dug his fingers into her leg, pressing harder, keeping her in place. He held her apart and ate her out more lively than she’d ever seen. 
Sebastian moaned against her pussy and she arched her back. His tongue felt like sin and she couldn’t form words. 
"The way you taste…" Sebastian didn't comment further. He just hummed a satisfied sound.
A cool burst of air struck her dripping heat and she groaned at the loss of his mouth. 
She faintly heard the sound of a zipper over her own hysterics. Then the thick head of his cock pressed against her aching entrance and her whimpering became begging.
“Oh! Yes, please! Yes, yes!”
“Gods,” He murmured.
He took far too long to press his cock into her. She wanted to be filled, she was begging for it, dammit!
Sebastian presses in and the blunt head of his cock pops passed the tight entry of her pussy.
He sucks in a breath and grabs her hips firmly. He pulls her body, forcing her to take him to the hilt as he stands completely still. 
It was a snug fit and he waited a moment, lightly rocking his hips while her body accommodated him. 
Her feet slid on the gravel trying to find purchase. 
Sebastian angled himself then struck that one spot that counted. He wasn’t gentle with her, his thrusts were hard and fast as his fingers dug into her hips. 
“I have every intention of fucking you until you scream.” His voice was gruff as he slammed home over and over. 
She knew what he was capable of. He would absolutely fuck her until nothing else existed but his hand digging into her hips, his cock filling her pussy, and her voice horse from screaming in pleasure. 
Thank fuck they were in the middle of nowhere on a lesser-known road. She wasn’t capable of caring a single bit if a van full of camera-caring tourists drove by at this moment and watched. She wasn’t herself and neither was Sebastian. He fucked her primally, rough and hard. 
She had no idea how the strength of his thrusts hadn’t tipped over the bike, she certainly wasn't helping matters. Her walls fluttered with the relentless pleasure and Sebastian hissed. She could feel it… she was right there yet again.  
“Cum,” He growled. He panted as he yanked her hips back and back in tune with his thrusts. 
It was like a switch was flipped and she was flying, screaming, cuming so fucking hard around his cock. Her whole body shook from the force of the orgasm, the bike and Sebastian’s vice grip being the only things to keep her upright as he continued to fuck her. 
His strokes were long and gentle as she rode out the last of her climax. She was almost sobbing, moaning in pleasure, and feeling the pain of just how overworked her poor pelvic muscles were. She was going to be sore for days.
She whimpered, catching her breath, and finally looked up to see the view before them. Gods, she wished she cared, she really did, but he was picking up speed again. The wet sounds of skin on skin and her cries echoing were the only noises around. 
She pressed her forehead to the seat and hung on for dear life. He pulled her hips to meet every one of his thrusts. She lived for the soft grunts that escaped him, his small moans and heavy breaths as he used her body to seek his own pleasure. 
He squeezed her hips again digging his fingers in hard. She couldn’t possibly cum again, but he reached around and started teasing her clit, and… Fine! She guess she could cum again, and gods, it hurt so fucking good. 
Her vision went blurry and her eyes filled with actual tears. 
Sebastian’s grip tighten one last time as his hips slapped against her body. His cock pulsed and he moaned. He rested his chest against her back. His cock pulsed as he slowly rocked his hips through his pleasure.
Tears fell from her eyes and she wiped them off on her sleeve. It was all very overwhelming to her spent muscles.
He panted into her hair as he caught his breath. Her heart pounded against the seat, blood rushing and throbbing behind her eardrums. 
Finally, Sebastian released his bruising grip from her hips and rested his forearms on the seat on either side of her.
A quiet moment passed over them and then he was softly kissing her all over the back of her neck, biting her favorite spot below the ear. 
Wetness started cooling on her thighs as they settled there. She wanted nothing more than to be back at home in her bed with him, curled up and sleeping in his arms.
Sebastian huffed and stood up, pulling out of her more gently than usual. She nearly fell to her knees but he caught her. He chuckled and tugged her close to him, wrapping his arm around her and looking down. His chest rose and fell quickly as a smile tugged at his lips. 
She loved that his hair was sticking to his forehead as well and his cheeks were a nice rosy shade of red. He was nowhere near her level of disheveled, but it was a nice sight. 
“Think you can survive the ride back?” He kissed her forehead.
“Do NOT do that thing again!” 
He laughed and picked up her helmet off the gravel. “Fine, fine.” He smirked. 
“How did you even figure something like that out!?” MC took her helmet from him. 
“I was doing a bit of research on my bike, and-”
“Of course you were,” She cut him off. He knew too damn much, always researching this, and studying that. She glared at him for good measure before putting her helmet back on, making sure it was the last thing he saw. 
Sebastian smiled wider and kissed the forehead portion of her helmet before placing his back on. He tossed her a rag from his back pocket to wipe herself down with. He found her panties on the ground and quickly swiped them up, putting them in his jacket pocket. He took a seat and watched her in silence.
“...So romantic,” She said in a monotone voice, taking the rag to her thighs.
He observed as she cleaned up, resting his arms on the bike handles before pointing to her inner thigh. “Missed a spot.” 
She smacked his arm away. “Start the bike, Asshole!” 
His laugh rumbled from under the helmet, then the bike roared to life.
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I like how the first words she says are the entire theme of the fic. That was a total accident. 
Thank you for reading! 
This was influenced by a fic I read like 5 years ago now about how motorcycles can be revved juuuust right to make someone get off. So, sorry if some motorcycle stuff wasn’t accurate. I’ve never owned one lol.
Masterlist is in my bio.  
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I have noticed on Tulmbr or any site for that matter there are very little obey me! demon headcaanons that actually make demons act like animals! I will not stand for this! I will be getting my fix of animalistic demons one way or another soooo let me tell you about my demon headcaanons.
Warning: this book has suggestive content and weird headcannons.
Let's get one thing clear first demons are pact animals. They live in large groups and are VERY protective over their families. This is because demons are protective over something that is, theirs. So this also translates to members of the family. So when it comes to the demon brothers in the early lessons can you imagine how HEARTBREAKING it was to have belphegor away? Especially because he was the youngest and therefore the weakest and hence in need of more protection. To have their baby brother away in the human realm (well to them... But he was just in the attic). For all they know he could be in danger! And as far as Beel was concerned his beloved twin could not be eating enough and of he isn't eating enough he is weaker... And if he isn't strong as he could be he could be hurting and he isn't there! "LUCIFER! please send him back he could be in danger!" - Beelzebub a day into the exchange program
Also this leds onto another point. SCENT. If your fimilar with... The dark side of Ao3, wattpad and Tulmbr (Omegavers) you probably get what I mean. But just in case you don't have issues. Animals have scent glads in their body. This marks what is their's now this translates to our favorite demons because they also have that. Meaning if they rubbed their wrist, cheek or like you know that part of your neck where it starts your chest? (Actually is that the collarbone? No clue) well that too. That has the most active scent glads. It will leave a smell that says to other demons that that thing is their's and if you mess with it. Except death.
Soo just imagine in Beelzebub's and Belphegor's room obviously is going to be full of their scent. But of course with belphi not there. It's going to fade isn't it? So that also makes beel upset. Because yes he KNOWS not actually? He was like in the attic Belphi is in the human realm apart of his brain is crying because his brother scent isn't where it should be so he's not there? Where is he? Is he safe? Is he eating? "LUCIFER! please send him back he could be in danger!" - Beelzebub 9 days into the exchange program. So that is also why he didn't want MC to be getting their "weird" smell on Belphi's bed when they had to share a room. Because it's already fading and he doesn't want it to go any faster!
Alsoo speaking about scents... Let's talk about heat/runts and their courting behaviors because omegavers is definitely influenced my life.
So like ever month or so demons go into heat and runts just like how girls get their period. During this they are wanting to breed. They also are very uncomfortable and boiling hot. So of course how does this effect them? So pretty much their scent glads produce a different scent that just says "I'm available please fuck me" this also gives them hard baby fever. You know how like penguins are fighting over baby penguins? THATT. If you were to for what ever reason bring luke anywhere near them they will SMOTHER that poor boy. Because all that they can see is; small thing. Small person. Small child? child?! That's it! PROTECT THAT MF-. They are never nicer to him then when broody.
Let's talk about courting behaviors. Because I refuse to believe that they don't do it. So let's just start off with that courting is a thing to start a relationship. It's flirting but better? So for demons they often do things like giffting them many stuff of their interest traditionally they would give them a dead human or hard to kill monster... Some still do that- looking at you Nobel demons- but like jewelry anything really that their courted would like. It could be stickers! Then we get to the services part. They would do something simple like holding a door open or like helping them with Manuel labor. It doesn't matter but they do acts of service for them. Later on if all is going well you get to scent them. It just yells "their mine fuckers" and then dating. Another thing I refuse to believe they don't do is presenting... Not in the face down, ass up way. But in the wings out, tails out. I'm also you best believe that pride demons are just like peacocks and shake their wings AWWW so cute. Just imagine Lucifer doing this-
More one this, greed demons. Crows or Ravens. Come at me. So they coo at their courted- and later on they nuzzle them MY HEART IS MELTING. IMAGINE MAMMON, a normal thing is for winged is to just puff out their wings and to totally do a mating call. This goes for ALL. Maybe it's not a full on song. (Sometimes it will be) but a little noise that translate to *looks at a book labeled "is your demon horny or just wanting to kill you?" Flipes several pages* wanna fuck?
I will be writing more. And maybe explain better if y'all want more of my weird hadcaonns but enjoy. But if you want more let me know!
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demonlovingsheep · 8 months
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An MC who is addicted in helping the brothers maintaining their horns, wings, and tail. Why? Cause :
You have such a huge area on Lucifer’s wings and plucking out the old feathers until their all gone is so satisfying. It’s like plucking white hair from your older relatives, except you don’t even get paid a nickel for each cause this is a volunteer service. Maybe the first or second time, but after Mammon saw you get rich, he was offering Lucifer to groom his wings before you and stealing your job 😡.
MC “MAMMON FACK OFF, THIS IS MY JOB I’M BROKE.”
Mammon “WELL I’M BROKER”
Mc “AND WHO’S FAULT IS THAT?!?!”
Lucifer got annoyed at this and stopped paying entirely. You gave Mammon the silent treatment after that and he begged you to forgive him, which you did eventually.
Mammon’s wings are leathery. Maybe use a lint roller to roll all the dust and stuff off. The sound is nice too. You also can’t help running your finger over the boney parts up to his back, which he will flinch and get fluster.
Mammon “Wha-what are you doing? S-s-stop!
MC: I’m taking the elevator up to get closer to your heart 😘
Mammon *turning red like a tomato* “S-Sh-Shuddap dummy.”
Levi’s tail is like removing dried paint from the wall. If you never seen a snake owner holding onto the snake while it moves to shed, you are missing out.
MC “Levi, your tail is awesome, beautiful, gorgeous, majestic, long, sexy, and….looks tasty. *Chomps*
Levi *jumps from his chair and howls, then he died*
Satan’s bones tail often has gunk between the cracks. You use a tweezer to remove them section by section and marvel at the pile your able to remove.
Satan “MC, don’t go too deep, you’ll touch the nerves and it’ll hurt a little. I’m sure there is nothing there anyways.
MC “No no, just give me a moment. I’m sure there is something in here, I needa- *pulls out a huge chunk of dusk gunk* holy hell.
Satan 😳 “Oh my tail is a bit more flexible now. So that’s the reason why.”
MC *happy cause the pile of gunk got bigger*
Asmo is the same with Mammon. However his wings smell nicer and you marvel at how his wings connects to his back. Not something you see often and you wonder if his wing muscles are stronger since his wings are small in proportion to his body but he can still fly.
MC “Asmo, your wings are smaller than Lucifer’s but it looks a bit small in comparison to your size. How do you fly?”
Asmo: Because everyone loves me darling. And their love powers me and is able to carry me off. Oh ain’t I just the prettiest being of the world ❤️!”
Your eyes was about to roll to the back of your head.
Beel’s translucent wing makes u put a hand under it while you wipe it with a towel on the other side. You were kinda playing with it’s characteristics, tracing the lines that runs through it with your finger. He finds it very ticklish but thinks your adorable.
MC “You know, in the Human world there is a thing called palm reading. It’s where you can predict all sorts of things like when you’ll get married, your luck, you longevity, and everything by the lines on your hand.”
Beel “Really? Well I sure hope that there is a line on my wing that means we will be together forever” *smiles happily*
MC *wraps arm around Beel’s neck, nuzzling him* “You don’t need a line to tell you that. I love you and will be there forever!”
Lemme grab that floof at the end of ur tail dammit. Belphegor’s tail is like a cat’s toy and you can’t resist just targeting that floof, oohh that floof. And you will take care of it as if it’s a small fluffy animal. You will bath it, blow dry it, brush it, and top it off with a bow tie. Finally you give it a kiss and this whole dam time Belphegor is getting jealous of his own tail LMAO.
Belphie “MC, give me more attention up here.” *pouts*
MC “No! I want to spend more time with Luna.�� *Rubs face against fluff*
Belphie “Luna? You named my tail? What about Belphie? He needs attention too. *Lifts tail away from your hand*
MC “NOO GIMME BACK LUNA U MONSTER!”
Belphie: >:(
*I thought this would be a short post but as I started to write, it just keep going, holy.
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The Arcana HCs: MC makes M6 breakfast in bed
Part 2 is here:
Julian
So excited when he sees what you're bringing him that he nearly upsets the breakfast tray
"This is for me? Really?? I love you. I love you so much MC."
He's secretly checking to make sure you included some coffee because the excitement will only last him so long and he needs to be awake for this
Legit might start crying when you hand him the biggest mug of the strongest stuff on the market
Will pull you into bed to keep him company while he eats
Over the top compliments on every dish
"This toast is beautiful. Best toast I've ever had. It's a good thing you only made enough for me or people would fight wars for this toast. Look at the beautiful detailing along the edge! I should write a sonnet for this crust."
Squabbled with Malak over the crumbs
Will brag about it to anyone who will listen
Asra
You knew to put the tray down nearby before waking him up because it takes a while
Rumpled and drowsy and so charmed by your affection he keeps forgetting to eat at first
Only digs in once you're snuggled in next to them
They insist on feeding you every other bite
Faust has her own diet but she's intrigued with all the dishes in the bed
She curls up around the teapot because it's warm and now it's impossible to have more tea because she looks so happy neither of you wants to disturb her
After you wash up the breakfast dishes together he'll insist on taking on some of your daily duties in return
Nadia
At first she thinks you just requested breakfast be brought to her chambers and you felt like carrying the tray yourself
Until she notices that the fruit is unevenly sliced and there's a salad fork next to her eggs
Very deeply honored
Takes her time to savor each bite, putting on her best manners for you
Is it as good as the professional palace chef? No, but MC made it with their own two hands, therefore it could not be better
Lots of thoughtful compliments
She's especially pleased with the small silver bowl of Chandra-safe food you included so she could join you two from the windowsill
You'll be receiving an invitation to her gazebo later for the finest afternoon tea she could plan
Muriel
We know he got through a lot of his early childhood by trying to sleep off the hunger, so you can imagine how special it is for him to wake up to your smiling face and a heaping plate of food in the comfort of his own bed
Good luck being awake before him though, he wakes up at dawn to feed the chickens
Doesn't have many words that early in the morning, so he'll very carefully accept your gift with a small, sleepy smile
He won't start eating until he knows you've been properly fed
Not everything on the tray is breakfast food, because you're on a mission to feed him all the dishes he never tried growing up
You spent all of the previous afternoon in the marketplace visiting each food vendor for their best menu item
You gave Innana so many treats to guard it outside the hut overnight and not tell Muriel about it
He insists on doing the breakfast dishes so you can go back to sleep, you were up before the sun was after all
Portia
Squeals
Not gonna lie, you were kind of worried about the food you had to offer since Portia is one of Vesuvia's best bakers
Which is why you enlisted Mazelinka's help to make something she wouldn't find in the palace
It's close enough to the real thing that she recognizes it almost immediately and gets a little teary eyed
Talking with her mouth full about how you two are going to take classes from Mazelinka together
"I didn't realize how much I missed this until I smelled it MC, thank you so much! I need to learn how to make this now."
There is also a small bowl of cold chicken and catnip tea for Pepi
You and Portia watch her drink it and dissolve into giggles when she gets high off of it
Rubs it in Ilya's face next time she sees him that she has a super awesome MC who makes her breakfast in bed
Lucio
He didn't want to wake up at first, but the breakfast is a good bargain
Doesn't realize that you're the one who made it until you tell him
"Why didn't you say so? Of course you would though, I'm - we're - the best!"
Invites Mercedes and Melchior onto the bed to partake in the feast
"You'd better be grateful, MC made this with their own two hands."
There are crumbs everywhere, you'll have to change the sheets later
He really is grateful though, every now and then he'll look over at you and blush amidst all the chaos
By lunchtime he's forgotten about it
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melonba11s · 6 months
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Tulips (Lawrence/Plus Size MC)
I wanted to write more Plus Size MC stuff! Here's Lawrence!
Contains: Gender Neutral MC, Kissing, Lawrence, Plus Size MC.
Lawrence did not get the appeal of kissing. The rare times he was watching a movie or show, if kissing came up, he’d look away in discomfort. 
It felt wrong. Watching the two people smash their mouths together as if devouring each other's lips, tongues colliding. Trading saliva, bacteria, the final notes of that afternoon's coffee. Lawrence knew he was an outlier for these thoughts. But he was an outlier among humans anyways. 
Besides, it wasn’t like he’d ever find himself in a situation where he’d be kissing someone. No one would ever want to kiss him. He was clammy, always slightly cold. According to the brief comments he had heard from others, he always smelled like lingering smoke and the decay of late fall. 
No. No one would ever want to be so close to him that they’d even consider being face to face, nose brushing against his. That’s how it was. 
Or how, it should have been. There should never have been a time where Lawrence woke up, his chest pressed against someone's back, arms wrapped around them to fold neatly in front of their stomach. He shouldn’t be able to bury his face in their hair, and inhale the smell of their shampoo and skin. 
But yet, here he was. Half awake, pressing himself into their soft curves. He unfolded his hands and began stroking their stomach. The folds of skin, they reminded him of slipping one's fingers between the petals of a rose. Soft, comforting, but inherently felt a tad naughty. 
He rubbed his cheek against their shoulder, finding comfort in their warmth. The sun on a rock cooled by the night air, they were so warm compared to him. He could feel them flinch under his cold fingers, but they made no attempt to stop him. 
If they were still asleep, if they were awake. Lawrence didn’t know. He preferred not to know, as he opened his eyes, propping himself up on one elbow to look over them. 
Their eyes were closed, and they were breathing slowly, deeply. Each rise of their chest seemed to entrance him, as he ran his hand along their side. Lawrence always found them beautiful, but like this, he found it more easily to become enraptured by them. 
They were like a succulent, their body plump, but their softness made him think more of a lambs-ear. He always loved touching his plants, feeling the difference in firmness and softness between leaves. But not many plants could react to his touches, and ones that could, like the venus flytrap, snapped shut, locked him out. 
They however, made a soft breathy noise in their sleep and rolled onto their back, opening up, giving him access to them. 
Lawrence smiled, leaning forward, burying his face into their curves, wrapping his arms around them again. Warm, comfortable, and most importantly, His. 
As much as he loved their body though, tonight his attention kept drifting towards their lips. Slightly parted, he could hear the quietest whisper of air flowing through it. Their lips looked soft, inviting, not unlike the way a ripe piece of fruit would. 
Lawrence had never understood the appeal of kissing, until his body reacted before his mind could think of what he was doing, and he raised himself up, pressing his face to theirs. Noses brushing against each other, blue eyes staring at the still sleeping face of his lover. 
He let himself stay like that for a moment, just appreciating the closeness he had, before dipping his head down, his lips quickly brushing against theirs before he pulled back. It sent electricity down his spine, and all at once the touch was too much. But he found himself craving more. 
As he stared down at them, their eyes fluttered open, and they greeted him with a sleepy smile. 
“Good morning to you, too.”
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brownsugarbaybee · 1 year
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Day 22 - BREEDING
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Pairing: Jaehyun x fem!reader
Genre: smut MDNI
Word Count: 900+-
Warnings: aggression, anger (not between MC's), violent outburst, profanity, mentions of fighting, bruises, breeding(pregnancy kink), couch stuff, oral(f receiving), dirty talk, unprotected penetrative sex, (I mean, unless you're tryna have a baby like these two idiots), slight Daddy/Mommy kink, cockwarming, pet names, 'babe', 'daddy', 'mommy'.
KINKTOBER MASTERLIST
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The door slams loudly and you jump up in shock. Sitting up on your knees on the couch watching as your roommate, Jaehyun, huffs angrily, taking his jacket and shoes off.
Not sure whether to ask or just keep quiet, you nibble on your lip, watching in silence. He storms over to the kitchen, grabbing a glass and his whiskey, pouring a shot and throwing it back. Before suddenly yelling out an agitated ‘fuck', hurling the glass at the kitchen wall.
You gasp, eyes wide at the scene in front of you. “Jae?” Voice small and hesitant.
“WHAT?”
“You’re scaring me.” Avoiding matching his pitch.
Jaehyun sighs, running a hand through his hair as he make his way over to you.
Kneeling down in front of you, his hands gently rubbing your knees he says, “I’m sorry, babe.”
Babe. Something you’ve both called each other once as a joke, but then it quickly became an easy term of communication.
Jaehyun blows out a harsh sigh, “I didn’t mean to. I just…” his voice trails off when you cup his face, examining the fresh bruise under his eye.
“Who gave you a shiner?” you asked concerned. He shakes his head lightly but you push, “Jae, what happened?”
He clears his throat before going in depth about how he and his buddy Johnny got into it. After the latter had continuously made vulgar comments about how he wanted to rearrange your guts and give you his kid. Jaehyun, defending your honor, threw the first punch and it resulted in a small tussle soon broken up by their other friends.
“You didn’t have to do that, babe.” You say as pull him up to sit with you, he winces when you hug him to say thank you. Pulling back you lift his shirt to find another bruise forming. “Jae-“
“It looks worse than it feels. I’m okay.” Your eyes start to water and you can’t seem to understand why he would get himself hurt for you like this.
“I don’t get why you’d get your ass beat over mine.” You say, shaking your head.
“Because, I want to be the only one who has thoughts of you like that.” It’s a whisper, almost not caught with how fast it came out.
You don’t even really realize how much he just confessed, but you do realize that your feelings aren’t one sided. So you cup his face for the second time and lean closer, whispering, “Do you mean that?” and with no hesitation he breathes out, “I do.”
Jaehyun sighs when he finally feels your full lips on his, his hands finding purchase on your waist, tugging you closer to straddle him. You kiss him deeply, intensely, swiping your tongue over his bottom lip and a bolt from the blue finds you, when he opens up but to press his tongue into your mouth. Taking control easily as he changes your positions to have you underneath him.
“You have no idea – how much I’ve – wanted this” he grunts between kisses, caressing every inch of your body his hands come across. Leaving your luscious lips to bury his face between your clothed tits.
“Tell me, tell what you’ve wanted, babe.” Gasping when he suddenly mouths over your clothed pussy. His sharp nose nudging against where your clit hid.
“Wanna taste your pretty pussy.” He groans out, smelling your evident arousal needing to get a taste before he loses his mind. He drags your bottoms and panties down in one go. “Fuck me.”
You don’t get a chance to cleverly retort because he dives right in. Lapping up your juices and flicking your clit.
Your hands fly to his hair, gripping to stabilize yourself. It doesn’t take long with how precise he’s eating you out, “Close, Jae.”
He sits up, hurriedly removing his own bottoms and pulling his cock out. It stands hard and tall against his abdomen, he pulls his shirt over his head before coating himself in your essence.
“M’gonna fuck you so good. So full.”
“Gonna get me all swollen , Jaehyun?” he looks at you in awe, leaning down to kiss you as a distraction, while he pushes into you without prep, hands holding your waist securely. You moan against his lips, nails digging into his biceps.
“You feel so perfect, babe. You’re gonna look even more perfect, with my cum deep inside you.” He feels your walls flutter around him at his words , and as he starts thrusting deeply he taunts, “Yeah, you like that don’t you? Want me to give you my seed?”
You whine out, “Fuck, yes. Wanna make you a daddy so bad. Carry yo -shit- your baby.” You hold on tightly as his pace turns inhumane, hips slapping against yours. Tip brushing your sweet spot repeatedly, driving you both closer to the edge.
“You’re gonna take it all, right, Mommy?”
“Yes! Give it to me, Daddy!”
Jaehyuns grip on your waist tightens as his pace falters slightly, your walls convulsing around his girth all too deliciously.
A few more sharp thrusts sends you both crash landing into your orgasms. His hips moving sporadically before stilling, white ropes coating your pulsing walls as you come undone underneath him.
He tries to pull out but you tighten your hold on him, “Stay, don’t wanna waste it.” He smiles proudly at your request, settling on top of you carefully and drifting off with you.
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Taglist(open): @minkysmilk
A/N: Baby goes Boom! That was lame, but anyways, here's our baby daddy, Jaehyun. Hope yall enjoy it. As always feedback is very much welcome!
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kitsune-oji · 11 months
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[ GUARDED ]  sender insists on staying the night to keep watch over receiver who has been in some kind of danger. 
With Beel and Mc :D
To Keep You Safe
Thank you, bud ♡ I... This kind of got out of hand with the whole stuff before they're actually in bed sleeping but... Yeah haha, oops
Pairing: Beel x gn! Mc (you/yours)
Word count: 1'049
Warnings: none
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It was only a moment. Beel had left your side, hypnotised by the delicious smell coming from one of the food stalls at the fair you were at. You had wanted to look at something different, so you both agreed to meet up again in a bit.
But when Beel came to the spot you were supposed to meet again, you weren't there. He waited, 1 minute, 2, 5, 10 minutes and you still weren't anywhere in sight. This wouldn't do, he had to look for you, so he went back to the stall that took your interest before.
You weren't there, not quite but just a ways away, he could see demons forming a circle around something. He wished he wouldn't find you in the middle but perhaps he should stop wishing because it always seemed the opposite would happen.
Beel knew you weren't weak - and you had fought them off well - but there were too many. The control you had over your magic was lacking still. You still needed protection. It was easy to forget sometimes, when you were so strong usually, just how vulnerable you were alone in the devildom.
No moment was wasted as Beel tore his way through the crowd and slammed down the demons meaning to do you harm. Before you could complain, your pact mate had you in his arms, carrying you over to the House of Lamentation. Towards home.
The buzzing of his wings was loud but you had enough time to get out your noise canceling headphones and put them on.
When you touched down on the ground again, you tried to talk to Beel but he didn't seem to hear you. Blood was rushing through his head, his mind only on one thing.
He had to protect you, had to keep you safe. Adrenalin was running through his body and making him so tense that it should have hurt.
You were in your room now, on your bed and softly, you started shushing Beel. Patting the strong arms keeping you close, rubbing over his muscles and caressing his face as you told him.
"I'm here, I'm safe. We're alright, Beel, it's alright. You've got me."
It took a while for him to calm down but you kept reassuring him. For yourself, the experience hadn't actually been that... incredibly frightening. If anything, you felt proud of how far you've come because as far as you were concerned, you put up a good fight. It wasn't as dire as it probably looked to Beel.
As the last bit of tension left him, he slumped over you, your chin on his shoulder while he pressed you against his chest, taking a deep breath.
"I shouldn't have left you."
You frown, gently pushing against his chest for him to lean back so you can look at him.
"You didn't leave me", you said, "We temporarily parted ways and that was a decision we made together. I wasn't in great danger, you know? I'm fine, I can hold my own now. I'm not some weakli-"
"No, I know, I'm sorry. It's just... When I saw you cornered like that with a crowd around you, I got scared. I don't want you to get hurt, I don't want to lose you."
Beel looked right at you, hands holding yours and fiddling with your fingers. There was a desperation in his gaze, which stemmed from more than one source. You squeezed his fingers, hoping it would feel reassuring.
"I understand, it's alright." - You crawled forward into his lap, on your knees so you could hug his head against your shoulder, his nose against your collarbone - "I'm alright, you won't lose me."
With a kiss to his head - after which you had to rub your nose because his hair tickled it - you pet it and leaned back a bit, still holding him close.
"It's getting quite late, so I'd like to go sleep, alright? Are you feeling a bit better?"
Beel grumbled, nuzzling his nose against your skin before sighing. He leaned back as well, looking into your eyes.
"A bit...", he trailed off, frowning and gripping the back of your shirt, "I want to stay with you. I can't leave you again, not now."
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After you changed clothes and washed up, you quickly found yourself laying down in bed, snuggled in your blankets all cozy and warm. There was just one thing that was bothering you.
"Beel?", you called out quiet but clearly, "Why don't you join me? You know I don't mind... Right?"
His purple eyes seemed to glow in the darkness when he looked up, slumped in that armchair as he was. If you didn't know him so well, you may have been a bit scared at the sight. Not now however, not anymore.
"...are you sure?"
You nodded, knowing that he would be able to see it despite how little you could make out yourself. Without rush, Beel stood up and made his way over to you, towering over you in a way that really should have been more alarming than it made you feel. Instead of fear, you only shivered at the cool air that reached you when you lifted the blanket and made room for Beel to climb into bed next to you.
With someone so huge next to you, your bed felt much smaller than usual. Not that you minded. No, it was quite nice to be so close to him, his warmth and his scent, the soft fabric on his shirt... The arms wrapping around you carefully.
"Is this alright?", he whispered with his arms still tensed up, ready to take them back again any second.
Instead of answering, you snuggled into his chest and nodded once more. You were so tired now, you could fall asleep.. any.. second...
Beel tried to calm his heart, fearing it may wake you up again. It always did something to him to have you this close but today, it also soothed him. Gently, he caressed your shoulders where his hand laid against it.
You were with him, you were safe and he could make sure it would stay that way. He let out a deep breath from his nose before finally closing his eyes, allowing sleep to take over him as well.
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belphieslilcow · 1 year
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hello!! could you please write some headcanons for the Obey Me boys comforting a homesick male!reader? like they walk in on him crying because he misses the human world and comfort him?
Homesick
male mc (he/him pronouns)
lord i'm sorry for how long this took- i hope it's okay I just did mammon, i was gonna try em all but didn't wanna be repetitive eep
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You weren’t sure what triggered it, maybe it was your subconscious recognizing a smell or sight that reminded you of your life before the exchange program. But it was something that reminded you of home. 
You hastily opened the large double doors to the House of Lamentation, wanting to get to your room as fast as you could, you felt like you could burst out sobbing any minute and the idea of having the rest of your housemates see you like this was embarrassing. 
You passed by the dining room on the way to yours, keeping your head down and ignoring the demons seated and chatting. You ignored their greetings, their worried looks when you didn’t respond, you just needed to relax. 
Satan cocked his head to the side as he closed his book, “Is he alright?” 
Levi turned to Mammon, “Okay, what did you do, scumbag?” 
“Nothin’!! Why’re ya accusing me so easily, huh? He was fine when I last saw him!” 
Beel frowned, “Was it because he had to walk home alone today?” 
Belphie spoke up from across from his twin, “I wouldn’t think so, it’s just one day. Maybe something happened to him on the way back.” 
Lucifer nodded, “Someone should go check on him and make sure he’s alright..” 
You shrugged off your school bag and loosened the tie on your uniform before flopping down on your bed. It felt strange, yes the demon brothers made sure you had the softest blankets and pillows imaginable, especially Belphegor was insistent that your mattress was the right firmness when he was able to say something about it. You found yourself missing your bed, your old one at your home. It didn’t matter if your blanket wasn’t as impossibly comfortable as the one under you, nor did it matter that the pillows under your head were stuffed with some kind of Devildom plush material. They weren’t the ones at home. 
That was when you let the tears fall, slowly you felt their warmth running down your face and onto those same beddings. You turned to your side, facing the wall, away from the rest of the room, the room that at the moment didn’t feel like yours. You tried to stifle your sobs, feeling even your nose leak as you remembered your home before all of this. 
You missed it. 
By Diavolo, you missed your home. 
You flinched as you heard a knock on your door. “Mc? Can I come in?” 
Quickly wiping your wet eyes and nose on your uniform sleeve, you took a deep breath so your voice wouldn’t be shaky and answered “Yeah… come in.” 
Mammon quickly opened the door as soon as he got the okay, trying his best not to slam it back closed like he tended to do. 
“So… how was RAD?“ 
You shrugged your slumped shoulders, “Fine, I guess.” 
The demon put his hands on his hips and stared at you through his glasses. “Well obviously not! I can tell you’ve been cryin’ you know?” 
You didn’t answer, you just stared down at your blanket, worrying the fabric in between your hands. 
Mammon sighed and walked over, patting your head as he sat next to you on the soft bedding. “Come on, what’s wrong? Did something happen on your way back?” 
You shook your head, eyes watering. “It’s… I’m just… just kind of homesick is all… I’ll be okay, I think.” 
He tilted his head to the side, “You wanna go back to the human world?” 
“Kind of… it’s not like I don’t like you guys or anything I just…” 
Mammon grabbed your hand and started rubbing it with his own. “I get it, sometimes I get that way about the Celestial Realm, we all do I think. Lucifer tries to hide it, but he misses it too. So if there’s anythin’ I can do to make you feel better, let me know.” 
His face suddenly lit up in realization, “And make sure to ask me!! Don’t go askin’ my brothers for stuff when I can help you better than they can!” 
You smiled at Mammon’s cute pout, “Thank you, Mams. I’ll let you know if I think of anything. Just… please stay here for now.” 
You swear you could feel his face heat up even though you weren’t touching his face.  
“O-Of course!”
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hollyhomburg · 2 years
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So I’ve started to grow out my pubic hair to give shaving a break(it was causing some ingrown hairs and stuff) and I’ve been wondering, if you’re comfortable with answering, how the pack views body hair. Are they free lovin it, clean shaven, trimmed…? I imagine mc had some lasered off bc of geumjae but even laser removal isn’t completely permanent and there’s still some peach fuzz. I can see namjoon being all whatever about it and hair is just hair and it’s healthy or normal bc your body made it
ooooh this is such an interesting question. this response is a little disjointed but here you go!
i think that different packmates have different opinions on it and then don't like all shave or all not shave. jinnie likes to keep himself very very nicely trimmed. grown out to the point where he's not pokey and more soft.
jk's the biggest wildcard, he goes from not shaving at all to likeing to get waxed or shave his pubes into a little hearts sometimes. he even dyed it bright colors in college and dyed it with hobi at one point. Yoongi's little more natural but sometimes jin trims him and it's very like sensual if that makes sense? jin at least likes it when all of their hair is the same length.
hobi keeps himself natural until jin gets his hands on him, idk why i like the idea of hobi getting a little flustered and hard at jinnie trimming him with like- one of those electric trimmers that vibrates every so slightly. all spread out for his omega squirming as jin softly manuvers his body.
Namjoon and Jimin are like- absolutely feral about any and all body hair, namjoon especially. I just picture him nuzzling into Yoongi's happy trail in alpha space or pre-rut soaking in the scent of Yoongi and just being like "oh- you're my beta." if we're getting feral here i think namjoon likes it because it always smells like them and he's got a bit of a scent kink. namjoon in rut would definitly want to scent the m/c's tiny little patches of hair. idk why i think it's sweet- the image of him rubbing his chin all over her pussy, kinda resting his cheek on her pubic bone just completely scent high.
the m/c did get laser hair removal on most of her body and though it's started to grow back in patches she keeps it clean shaven because it's a little annoying to her that it didn't grow back uniform. i think she's insecure about it but grows more comfy when namjoon starts to like it.
tae definitly starts to shave frequently once she starts to transition and jimin does a bit of a 180 because it makes tae so happy when she looks more feminine that it instantly gives jimin a heart boner and a real boner. he probably starts shaving too in solidarity but then tae gets pouty because she actually likes it when minnies a little furry :(
i think that the m/c really really really likes the pack's happy trails like. the little bit of hair that they grow on their tummy. she probably keeps it a secret from them until she does something embarassing like cry over tae shaving her tummy when she's in omegaspace 🥺
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Let's not fall in love –Part 1
Book: Nightbound
Pairing: F!MC (Alex) x Nik Ryder
Warnings: None basically
Rating: Teen
Word count: 500+
Tags- A bit late submission to @nbappreciationweek (day 10– Nik Ryder) @kinda-iconic @bloodboundismylife @ladylamrian @lilyoffandoms @choicesficwriterscreations
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I should not have woken up that day. I should not have woken up that day because, when I woke up, I had lost him. I had lost my world, my everything. As my tears pool around my crumpled body, i pray that death would take me soon. I don't want to live without you, my love. I don't want to live without you by my side.
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"Alex. Alex wake up! ALEX!" Alex jolted up, startled. In an instant she was on the floor.
"Ouch."
"Told you not to sleep on the couch." Nik pulled her up slowly and started rubbing the side of her arm that hit the floor when she fell from the couch.
"Why did you have to shout in my ear!?" Alex jerked her hand away from him and walked towards the bathroom.
"Hey, I'm sorry. Alex, hey," Nik grabbed her hand to stop her. "Wait."
"Leave my hand dude"
"I'm sorry."
"It's okay."
"Are you sure?"
"Let me wash my face," she said, chuckling."
"So, we're good?" He asked as he let her go.
"Of course, babe," Alex said as she pressed a kiss to his cheek. She walked away, smiling, leaving a flustered and confused Nik behind.
"Babe…" He shook his head and cleared his throat. "By the way, Ivy wants us to meet her at the mansion. Said she got a lead. That's why i woke you up."
"But it's not even dark yet."
Nik heard the tap turn off and Alex walked out. "Yeah, but we got other things to do. Get some arrows from Luc and stuff."
Alex wrapped her arms around him and tilted her head up to him. "When's our Netflix and chill?" She asked.
Nik smiled and kissed her forehead. "Tomorrow night?"
She smiled. "Tomorrow night."
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"My love."
The words echoed around the dimly lit hall. It was followed by the sound of footsteps, which slowed down as a woman dressed in black hunting gear and a cape walked over to a statue. She reached out one of her hands and cupped the statue's face, smiling dreamily.
"Today is the day, my love. I wish you were here to watch me ripoff that scoundrel. You would be so proud of me." The woman stood on her tiptoes and pressed her lips to the statue's. "Wish me luck."
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The grave yard was in its usual creepiness and Nik had just finished bottling up a ghost in his flask when his phone rang.
"Hey, Rook."
"You done there? Ivy's waiting." The other end said.
"Yeah, this one was a bit hard but i could take it. You should have seen me fight, though." Nik knew that Alex could feel him smirk.
"Oh I have seen it tons of times. Did you get the things from Luc?"
"No, he said he ran out of them! Can you believe it? That guy always runs out of things, I swear. Wonder what people are doing with all these stuff."
"You know, I heard someone saying…"
Nik was distracted by a sound coming from afar. "Wait, do you hear that?"
"…and someone in a hood was– hear what?"
"That smell… hold on."
"What are you talking about, Nik? What smell?"
Nik tried to focus on his surroundings and the figure that was approaching him. But his sight was becoming blurred and his head was becoming heavier.
"Alex, I…" Nik dropped the phone . He could not stand on his two feet no more, and collapsed to the ground.
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Hope you liked it! Part 2 will come out when i finish writing a few more stuff.
Hope Nik would be okay...
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the-blind-geisha · 3 years
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What do you think Demi’s reaction would be if  He walked in on the mc dressed up in his clothes, (shirt jacket glasses)?
You were actually surprised that Demiurge's glasses didn't exactly have... real lenses. They were just a fake lenses for the sake of being glasses. Well, then again, what did you expect? They were an aesthetic back in the gaming world.
“The temple piece hurts a little,” you commented, finding them to be uncomfortable, but you'd wear it anyways for fun. They hardly fit on your features since his were more elongated than yours.
His shirt and jacket? Same. They were so baggy you might as well have been a child pretending to play dress up in an adult's clothes. But it was fun. You were having fun.
However, the door opened and at that moment, Demiurge had walked in to notice what were wearing. It wasn't like he had an extra pair of any of these things lying around... he was actually trying to bathe when you 'stole' his items.
He was going to (on reflex) push his glasses up his nose, but realizing they weren't there, he refrained from doing so and merely curled his fingers about his chin. “Wearing my clothing, are we?”
You paused from your posing in the mirror, biting at your lower lip when you heard such a thing. Turning to look over your shoulder, you noticed the demon standing in the doorway. “Oh, umm... I didn't think you'd mind at all.”
He didn't, because now your scent would be all over the items in question, but he didn't anticipate such a move on your behalf. “Hardly upset by the notion, my dear, was just curious what spurred you onward.”
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The Brothers + Diavolo Making You Flustered
Request: Hi!hi! The aphrodisiac writing was absolutely *chefs kiss*. I have this habit of when I get embarrassed/flustered I immediately bury my face into the surface in front of me. Like if I’m sitting on the floor I’ll lean over and bury my face on the carpet, sitting at a table I’ll lean over and plant my face on the surface etc. How do you think the brothers (+diavolo if that’s okay) would react to seeing MC do that for the first time when they make them flustered? You’re so talented by the way! ily!
Word Count: 1K each
A/N: I hope you like this!! It was a bit difficult since i didn't want to make everything the same, but yeah!!
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Lucifer:
His sleeves are rolled up, flour coating the tips of his fingers and dusting across his apron, and the smell of garlic and onion fills the room. It smells lovely, it smells like a home. You stand beside Lucifer, watching as the water boils, bubbles fizzling out and steam rising. A box of noodles is held in your hands, your eyes peering over to where the bread is held in his hands. Your tongue peeks between your lips- it’s a soft pink, tinged with blue from candy and for a moment, he forgets himself, wanting to taste the candy that rests on your tongue, wishing that he were your lips to feel the gentle caress of your tongue.
“Remind me what we’re making again?” You ask, sniffing at the pot, only to scrunch your nose at the scent. “And why it’s us making it?”
“A Devildom dish,” he responds, giving a side glance. “It’s similar enough to a human cousine, so you needn’t worry about it being anything unsavory.” He turns to you, his smile almost teasing. “And we’re making it because it’s our turn on cooking duty.”
“If you wanted to spend time with me, you could always ask.” While your words are true, he tries to hold his composure, not wanting to reveal that you had hit the nail on its head. “You don’t have to assign us both to cooking duty. It’s pretty sneaky for you, dear Lucifer.” Your hand pats at his back and he promptly turns away from you
Walking away from you, he starts the timer on the oven, the preheat button lights up as the oven begins to glow. “I have no idea what you’re talking about. I drew our names on a complete random.” He turns to you, his smile making you unable to see what he’s really thinking. “Do you not wish to spend time with me?” he asks cooly, walking towards you. Despite the flour on his hands that dusts over his face, and the apron wrapped around him, he still holds an aura of confidence and authority that makes you break away from his gaze first.
“You’re absolutely awful,” you mutter, giving him a grin to let him know that it was a playful insult.
“And yet, you’re still here,” he coos, his grin wicked and cool at the same time. “I must not be totally awful if you still wish to spend time with me.” You groan, shaking your head with a smile on your lips and he turns to hide his more giddy smile, smiling calmly when the oven beeps. The preheat session is done. He opens the oven, a wave of hot air making him knit his brows together for a moment. “There’s no need to be ashamed of being so fond of me. I am Pride, it’s only natural that you would gravitate towards me.” He grabs the rack of bread, carefully slipping it inside the oven and closing the door.
“Well you’re a lot more than Pride to me.” His eyes widen and he turns to you, his body facing towards the oven with his head half-turned. “You’re Lucifer. You’re someone close to me and well, I actually am glad that we got to spend time together. I would love to hear you admit that you simply wanted to spend time with me, but-” you shrug- “you’ve got that stubborn pride that I can’t help but adore.” You turn to him, a cheeky smile on your face that matches the light in your eyes.
It’s silent between the two of you. It’s comforting, one that is welcomed and isn’t making either of you awkward. He watches as you carefully stir the pot, your index skimming under the words of the cookbook. Your brows furrow as you carefully read over the direction, careful to not add the wrong ingredient or wrong measurement. You’re methodical, carefully going about everything, and in the kitchen with Lucifer, he can’t help but smile at you, his smile soft and eyes crinkled as he watches you carefully.
“I know I haven’t told you this enough- or perhaps before-” silverware clinks together as he reaches over from a baking brush, his eyes never leaving yours- “but I’m actually quite proud of you.” He tears his gaze away from you, his smile widening and his chest puffing. “You have this knack about you that makes it so easy for others to fall for you, that I have to admit that even I have fallen victim to you.” The baguettes are painted over with a mixture of garlic and spices, his words never stopping or falling to hesitation as he speaks. “You’re-” he sighs, not knowing how to put what he wants to say into words- “I’ve been Lucifer for such a long time, living and holding power, but I must say, when I’m around you, I feel more me than I ever had in my entire existence.” He turns his body to you, his hands open and knuckles brushing over your cheek, a thin line of white left against your face. “I’m glad that I’ve gotten to meet you.”
His eyes widen, his words finally registering to his ears. He looks up, eyes meeting the stone wall before he turns to you, his mouth agape and hands still holding a baguette, and the baking brush. The garlic and onion sizzle on the stove, the yellow glow of the kitchen and the buzzing sounds of the outside do everything to fill the room, not a single ounce of silence is graced to either of you.
“You can’t just say stuff like that!” You say in a hurried tone, your face hot enough that you can feel sweat start to bead. “It’s- It’s-” you can’t find the proper words, it isn’t embarrassing but it isn’t something that you hear everyday- “Ah!” You decided, burying your face further into the table, your hands cushioning the blow.
His hand claps over your back, slowly rubbing between your shoulder blades in an attempt to soothe you over. “I would have thought you would have enjoyed hearing the truth,” he teases lightly. “Was I wrong about that assumption?” he presses, his elbow nudging against your shoulder where you still lay with your head rested in your hands.
You peer upwards, your face slowly revealed to show a flushed color that makes his chest puff with pride, his smile . “You wanna know why I know that you wanted to spend time with me?” Lucifer raises his brows in confusion. “I hadn’t written down my name yet.” His smile twitches away for a moment. “You called it before I could even write my name down.” You smile at him, your smile gentle. “I still have the paper in my pocket. You really like me, huh Lucifer?”
Mammon:
Textbooks are left open, pencils and pens sprawled over the coffee table as you and Mammon rest on the couch. He talks vividly, and as he’s excited to tell you stories of his past, his mouth works faster, skipping over details and returning to them moments later. Your hands are wrapped tight around his bicep, your face hidden as you try to stifle your laughter. He can feel your hands tighten, the way that you cling to him and even try to push yourself closer to him. “So that was when I decided to just grab all the things I could carry and just book it!” Mammon exclaims, clapping his hands together and extending his right arm forward. “You should’ve seen how angry those witches were, but hell, they deserved it for thinking they could pull one over on me.” He turns to you, his grin wicked, slowly widening as he leans back cautiously to not let you move away from him. “Fuckers should’ve known to not touch my stuff.”
You let out a laugh, shaking your head and leaning onto him. His smile twitches for a second, softening into a gentler smile, watching as you turn your face into his arm, trying to stifle your laughter. It’s loud, infectious and it’s something that reminds him of a spring day that he once spent in the Human Realm. He isn’t sure how to explain it- something about it that screams life and youth, something that sounds so unapologetically like you, that it makes him breathless. When you start to pull away, he lets his grin widen, eager to look at you again.
He’s so close to you, your hand within arm’s reach that if he really wanted to, he could just take it in his. His mouth goes dry, his tongue too invasive in his own mouth and he watches as you adjust your hair, his eyes fixated on how your hair slips through your fingers. There are words stuck in his throat, but no matter what he thinks of to say, he isn’t sure what he should say. He’s at a loss, wondering what would be the perfect way to bring back the mood, to continue the conversation without it being forced, but in all honesty, he’s fine, just sitting here with you. He’s more than fine with just staring at you.
“Hey, Mammon?” He jolts at his name being said, a shock running through his spine. He nods his head, swallowing what little saliva is in his mouth. “I really like hearing your stories, you know?” You smile softly at the book in your hands. He watches you with unblinking eyes, wondering what it is that you’re getting at. “I really just like listening to your voice. I know you were stuck with me at first-” internally he flinches, he doesn’t like to reminisce when you were first put under his charge- “but I’m glad that it was you.” He is left breathless, his muscles tense as you look at him, a smile stretching past your lips and gracing your lips. You look at him for a moment, your eyes darting to where his hand is clenched tightly and you nod to yourself, turning your attention back to the book.
You’re facing away from him, your fingertips tracing over the edge of a page as you try to focus on the words but he can tell from the pout on your lips that you aren’t registering anything from the book. What should he say? What can he say? He knows he has to say something. He knows that he should match your energy or at least attempt to but he can’t. There are so many things he wants to tell you, and they all seem so disorganized. You’re pretty. You’re nice to him and you always let him sneak into your bedroom late at night. You rely on him and as much as you need him, he needs you more. You have such a soft touch that it leaves him tingling all over as if some ghost were the one responsible for it. He lets out a slow breath, his lips parted slightly as he breathes out. “You know,” he says quietly, his fingers twitching and moving to clutch at the end of your shirt, “you got a real nice laugh. It’s nice to spend time with you, ya know?” Once he’s started talking, he’s unable to quiet himself, unable to register the things that he’s saying to you. “I like hanging out with other demons and all, but there’s something about you that I like more. It’s like with you-” his hand waves in the air, eyes glancing around your room- “I get to just feel safe. I get to relax and know that I can count on you. And I want you to know that no matter what, I’ll always be on your side. Forever and ever.” Mammon turns his head, his smile stretched wide and hand going to cover yours. “You turned me into a sap, ya know?’”
The moment is tender as he smiles down at you, only to slowly realize the weight of his words as you stop in your movements, your fingers letting the page fall back to the others, words lost upon themselves as your shoulders rise. His eyes widen and his lips thin. Heat creeps upwards from his chest and scorches its way to mar his features, his face turning into a darker shade as he flushes. His mouth goes dry, unable to produce any type of saliva as he sits beside you. Slowly, his mouth parts, and he’s unable to find the words to deny what he just said, but before he can, you curl in on yourself, burying your way into your hands, your hands spread and fingers parting to cover as much of your face as it can.
“I-” he coughs loudly into the rook of his elbow. You can tell that he wants to resort to his usual denial of feelings but he stops himself before he can even reach the middle of his sentence. “Listen, just because you-” you can feel his eyes on you- “will ya look up at me? I’m not gonna tear your head off or anything, I just don’t want you getting a bigger head than you already have.” You slowly turn to him, watching as he tries to avoid your gaze. “Let’s just go get a bite to eat. We can’t study on empty stomachs or whatever.” He rises quickly, his hand held out to you as he keeps his attention out on the door. “Come on, I’ll pay for ya and everything.”
Your lips thin and you look at his hand. You inhale a sharp breath of air, slowly letting it go. His face is still flushed, a deep color that burns against his skin. “Like a date?” You ask, hoping to see more of his reactions. He stiffens at your question, his brows furrowing to meet each other. He stammers out a response, clearly flustered. You lay your hand on his and he immediately quiets down. You smile at yourself, your heart skipping a beat as you realize that it was you who brought him to such a state. Slowly, his hand curls with yours and he gives a brief nod of his head.
Leviathan:
Leviathan sits alone in his room, a blanket pooled around his lower half, his eyes have begun to burn, tinged with red from lack of sleep as bright colors flash across his pale face. An empty bowl save for kernels that rest at the bottom of the bowl, his fingertips tinged with red and he can feel his mouth heavy with acid and past snacks.
His hands tap against his controller, his fingers already reaching toward a button before he can even register what he should press. His mind is on autopilot, reaching and stiffening when an enemy nears and even so, his character is still killed. He lets out a frustrated groan, careful to throw his controller towards his pillows and not the walls- he can’t risk losing yet another controller; least of all having to patch a hole- or in his case, covering it with a poster. His hands are thrown into the air, fingers outstretched before they are curled into a fist. He arches his back forward, the heels of his hands cushioning his eyes. He tears up slightly, wincing at the sudden realization of burning pain that lingers in his eyes. Slowly, he pulls away just in time to hear his door creak open.
“Password,” he says with a lack of conviction, turning slightly to watch as you enter with a bag in your hand. He raises his brows, his arm stretching outward as he blindly searches for his controller. “What do you have there?” He jerks his chin, returning his attention to the game in front of him.
The light clicks on- something bright that fills the room in a soft blue that stretches around him. He winces at the sudden light, the controller dropped onto his lap as he rubs his eyes vigorously. If it weren’t obvious enough that he kept himself secluded in his room, it was obvious from the way that he rubbed at his eyes, and had to blink multiple times before he could finally look at you without shielding his eyes. You end him a wicked smile that slowly grows until you reveal your teeth, the bag in your hand held slightly tighter. In response, he sticks his tongue out at you, his cheeks tinted with a pale shade of pink.
“I’m surprised it’s taken you so long to defeat the boss,” you say, walking towards the bathtub where he sits. You sit in front of the porcelain, your gaze fixated on a television system that he has set up for a more immersive gameplay experience. When you are met with a lack of response, you turn your head to see him with narrowed eyes. “What? No witty remark?” Once more, you’re met with silence. “Levi?”
He sucks in a sharp breath. “I- Fuck, you know?” This time, he’s met with silence. “First, I can’t get the concert tickets, then I can’t even get the new figure and now, I can’t even defeat this stupid game.” His cheeks fill with air, and he slowly lets the breath go past his lips. “And the concert was going to have passes to meet them behind the stage and the figure was signed and-” his character dies once more and the controller is tossed pitifully onto the pillow. He leans over the tub, his arms crossed under his chin, and his eyes on you. “My luck isn’t usually so bad, you know?”
You pat the floor beside you, your hand meeting the cold tile. “Come on, sit beside me,” you comment, shuffling over a few inches to give him even more space. With a huff, he rises out of the tub, small bits of crumbs falling onto the porcelain. He sits beside you, his arm brushing against yours but neither of you make an effort to move.
“I’m sitting, now what?” He asks, the television blurry as it replays his death with the words “Game Over” in bold letters.
“Well, Levi-” you hand him the bag, with fingers pinched over the handles- “since you’re having such rotten luck, why don’t you open the bag?”
He gives you a narrowed stare, slowly retrieving the bag from you and pulling out the pastel colored tissue paper. At the bottom of the bag sits a box, the words of a favorite anime of his stamped beside with the usual font. His heart skips a beat, as he slowly clasps his hand around the box, his fingers pushing against the plastic and he gaps, reality crashing onto him like a wave.
“It’s-” he doesn’t even finish saying the sentence, your nod is an answer to everything. “The figure that I wanted- I- How?” He asks, looking at the box, so worried that if he were to take his eyes away, the box would vanish.
“Ah, ah-” you wag your finger in the air- “that is a story for another time, my dear Leviathan.” You sound so smug and a smile is already evident in your words.
He bounces in his seat, his legs shaking rapidly, knees softly knocking against each other as he lets his excitement show. His hands flap eagerly, his smile wide and eyes closed. A sharp breath is sucked between his teeth, as he stares at you with bright eyes. You’re startled, your shoulders raising a few centimeters into the air with wide eyes as you stare at him. A nervous smile stretches across your face with him so close to you and looking at you with such eager eyes. If you were to be honest with yourself, you’re a bit flustered with how he looks at you. Your heart races and it beats against your chest, rattling at your ribs and echoing against your body. You nod rapidly, gulping what little moisture you have in your mouth when he grabs your hands tightly in him.
He shouts your name, enthusiasm laced into his word, his hands pulling yours close to his chest. “Ah! You’re the absolute best!” His smile is so wide that it’s almost comical, leaving you smiling both in response to and because of him. “I’m so glad that you’re here! Of course, you’d be my Henry!” He drops your hands and pulls you in for a hug, squeezing tightly around you, his head nuzzled into the curve of your neck. “I don’t know what I would do without you, but I’m just glad that you’re the one that’s with me!” He pulls away, his hands now holding onto your biceps. Deep breaths exhale through him, his chest rising and dipping rhythmically. He calls your name and it’s sweet like honey on his tongue. “You really are the best. I mean,” his tone becomes softer, his smile less eager and more true, “you do so much for me. I couldn't ever imagine my life without you. You mean so much to me.”
“Levi,” you mumble, and when his hands fall from you and return to hold the box, you pull the bag towards your face, hiding away from him. Your neck grows hot, scorching your skin and making you breathless. “I’m glad that you like it,” you manage to squeak out, the bag further pressed towards you.
A few seconds pass until he finally realizes why you’ve pulled the bag to your face. Leviathan stiffens, clearing his throat and turning away, his hand covering his lower half of the face. The figurine sits beside him with a delicate smile plastered on their face. With the air so light and heavy, he reached into the tub, eager to pull out the controller. With a meek cough, he fumbles with the controller, passing it over to you, with his eyes still glued on the figurine. “Would you like a turn? Maybe you’re better than me.” He can feel his chest tighten when his fingertips brush against yours and the hundredth time, the game tune plays in the room.
Satan:
Satan’s eyes narrow unconsciously as he reads over the same page for the tenth time. No matter what, he is unable to focus on the words, the letters and lines meshing into one that nothing fully registers past the first word of the page. If he were to be honest with himself, nothing has registered since the last few pages that he’s read. With a huff, he closes the book, a small gust of air blowing at the hair that rests over his forehead. The book rests on the table beside him, nudging against the lamp that makes the room flicker for a brief moment.
The room is filled with sound, the hum of the air conditioner unit, the distant sounds of footsteps and talk across the house, the demonic animals that roam around outside. He’s sure that if he were to focus, he’d even hear the scratching of a pen. Scratch that- he can now that he thought about it. All the sounds make his skin crawl, uncomfortable and itchy and as he drags his nails across his arm, he’s only offered a second of relief before the feeling returns. He leans against the chair, his neck arched over the back of it, as he lets his eyes flutter to a close, the bright light of the library barely shining through his closed eyelids. It’s not like to be so distracted- especially when it comes to a favorite pastime of his. And yet, his mind is distracted, wandering to images of you where you were talking to others that weren’t him. He isn’t the jealous type- at least, not when he compares himself to his brother, but it seems that you brought out something different for him.
His leg twitches and there’s a burning sensation on his arm that he chooses to ignore. It only intensifies when he hears footsteps approaching. The sensation spreads and becomes sharper, insatiable as it burrows itself in the demon. There is a presence standing beside him and he already knows that it’s you. He can tell by the steps, by the breathing, by your scent. He frowns at the thought. He doesn’t know if it’s romantic or not to know such small details about you.
Something clicks- your knee, perhaps- and your hand rests above his slender one, cupping and still, there are gaps where his skin is unfortunate enough to not to be touched by you. “Satan?” You call out to him in a quiet voice- not quite a whisper but not your usual volume either. “Are you asleep?”
“Is it you wondering or someone else?” He responds, slowly opening his eyes and turning his head, meeting the top of yours. “Is there something that you need?” He makes no effort to move, stuck in his position as he is content just sitting on a chair with your hand over his.
“It’s me,” you answer him, turning your head to meet his eyes. His lips slowly turn into a smile with his eyes slowly growing heavy. “You don’t normally sleep in the library without cause. You okay?” Your hand slips from his and his eyes widen his hand closing into a fist, already missing your touch. But, he is soon reconnected with your hand as it rests on his forehead. You soon look down at him with pursed lips. “I- uh, I can’t tell if you have a fever or not.”
He smiles at you and sits up straight, holding in a moan when his back is already sore, feeling the muscles whine as they had already grown taut. “No- No I just, I have quite a few things on my mind, is all.” He gingerly goes to grab your hand in his, uncaring that your eyes are on him and that the door is open for anyone to walk in and see Wrath so tender. “I’m sorry that I worried you.”
Your hand in his is turned, pulled slightly away but not enough to be taken away from his grasp. You walk from the side of the chair to stand in front of him, and when you meet his eyes, you nod down, gesturing to his lap. He smiles softly, nodding his head and leaning back, humming under his breath when you situate yourself on his lap, your head resting on his shoulder.
“You’re oddly touchy today,” he comments, his hand curved on your lap as the one he held is moved to behind his neck, your fingertips barely touching his collarbone. “Did I do something to deserve this?”
You give a half-hearted hum, and in the corner of his eye, he can tell that you have closed your eyes. “Think of it as a way to make you feel better.” You give him a play tap and he nods, his eyes staring straight ahead, lost against the colorful spines of the books. “So what does have you so worked up?”
Is now his chance? Is he now able to tell you the full extent of his feelings? He has you sitting on his lap, comforting him in a way that few people would ever dare to. There's feelings there, bubbling and forming on both ends and he knows that it’s both ends. It’s you that is on his mind. Filtering in when you shouldn’t, invading every space of his that he has until he’s completely overwhelmed. It’s a strong feeling, something that rivals his own wrath and for the first time, he welcomes it- he doesn’t put up a fight against it. He wants to feel whatever it is that you make him feel. He wants the intensity of it until he’s exhausted, until the wrath that has been boiling inside of him ever since he can remember, can finally evaporate, can finally be extinguished.
You call his name once more and he looks at you, his smile tight and eyes closed for a moment. “How do I tell you that I care for you in a way that says exactly what I’m trying to say without scaring you off?” His eyes close and his hand turns over on your thigh, palm open and empty. “How do I tell you that you’re the thing on my mind? That it’s you that is reducing me into a mess at the simple thought of you.” He turns his head enough, shrugging his shoulder to make sure that you’re looking back at him, your chest still and the hand that you had relaxed, is slowly crawling over to his open one. “The thought of you warps into this- this jealous demon that isn’t exactly something I’m fond of. I you to myself and yet, that I want you to myself and that the thought of you with anyone else, makes me more of wrath than I have ever been.” Your hand closes above his and he nods slowly, clasping his hand over yours. “It’s you, and it’ll always be you.”
With a jolt, his words finally register to him. He turns to face you, but you’re buried into his shoulder, your hand holding tightly onto his, as if he were your lifeline and the one over his shoulder is grasping at his sweater, bunching the knit fabric into a mess. Your heart beats over the sound of the room, the hum of the electricity erased, the steps and chatter muffled under you. He smiles softly, a slow chuckle taking over, until he’s laughing widely, his chest shaking and vibrating under you with every laugh. You moan his name and he can only say the first letters of an apology before his laughter takes over.
“Really, really- I’m not laughing at you,” he says through an attempt at laughter. “I just forgot how different you are. How you always seem to change depending on your mood.” He feels a harsh pat against him, your head shaking as you press further into him. “Please, never change,” he says with a laugh at the end, his head turning, his lips meeting against the side of yours in a quick press.
Asmodeus:
He’s flawless. He has to be. Or, maybe he’s just naturally like that. You are not the best when it comes to reading Asmodeus- too enthralled by him that you can’t seemingly tell when he’s told a joke or not that pertains to his beauty. Very little of it matters to you- you may appreciate that he is quite gorgeous, but you’ve also gotten to know the demon that embodies Lust.
Perhaps it’s because he knows who he is, that he is Lust, that he has to appear the best at all times. He can never make a mistake or it’ll be all that’s talked about- he knows as well as anyone else how easily a reputation can be damaged. However, when he looks at you, he doesn’t have to worry about that. He still wants to look his best for you, but he knows that if he were to slip, you wouldn’t see him any differently than how others see him.
You sleep beside him, nestled under his covers, the blanket pulled a little bit past your lips. Your hair is askew, small strands that stick up or curl around your face. Slowly, he takes a slender finger and softens the hair back to you, smiling when you try to lean into his touch. Your eyes flutter open, and you turn before he can see you, yawning and stretching your arms upwards, the cover crumpling above you. You lie still for a few more seconds and he sits upwards, daring to peek at your face. As if already knowing that he was going to watch you, you run a hand through your hair in an attempt to make yourself look more refined, to fix your appearance before him. You rub your eyes with a knuckle, turning to him and opening your mouth only to have a yawn cut through.
“Did you have a good nap?” Asmodeus asks, watching as you stretch your limbs, your muscles pulled taut as you let out a whine of satisfaction. You nod in response to him. “I’m glad. You know, I do have to tell you that you were right. I try not to ruin my sleep schedule but that nap felt simply divine. I think I feel more rested than I usually do.”
You smile at him, turning over to rest your head on his chest. His hand immediately comes to curve over the back of your head. “I like sleeping with you. You have such a soft bed and you always give such nice hugs.” He laughs in response, his hand lowering to hold near your shoulder. “It’s true. Devildom is still-” you take a brief pause- “different. And somehow, when I’m with you, all my worries are just-” you blow out a gentle puff of air- “gone.”
“I’m here for whenever you need me. All you have to do is just call,” he comments, his hand running past the sleeve of your shirt, his index and middle fingers touching against your warm skin. “I think it’s almost time for dinner. Would you like to accompany me? I’d be more than happy to take you to that little restaurant we found the other day.”
The edge of your sleeve is toyed with, pinched between the fingers and released. His hand returns to where it lay only to be disturbed when you rise, causing his hand to rest beside him. You give him a blinding smile that makes his heart flutter as he looks at you. “I’d be more than happy to, but I would like to get ready before we go out.” He raises a brow at you, tilting his head to encourage you to continue. “I want to look my best for you.” You lean forward and he smiles, fully ready for a kiss, only to have you pull away and kiss his shoulder. He frowns, his lips pushing towards a pout as he looks at you.
“Not even a kiss?” He asks, a tease of playfulness loosely attached to his words. “I have to say that I’m hurt.” He watches as you move, curling your legs underneath you as you watch him with a hint of smile on your face. “After all that I do for you, and yet, you have the gall to deny me a simple kiss?” he lets out a huff, not trying to hide the smile that graces his features and you. “You should be ashamed of yourself. There are demons who would kiss my steps to even look at me.”
“Asmo,” you call to him and he quiets, looking at you with expectant eyes. Despite him being the demon who can be considered one of the strongest- and is- you’re still the one who holds all the power in the relationship. He nods, encouraging you to continue. “Why do you want to go out with me?”
He can’t help the smile that forms, that twists the already playful one into something more bitter. It’s a question that he asked himself the first time he realized his feelings towards you. He could have it all and you’re just a human with minimal magical abilities. He’s met countless lifeforms who were and are beautiful, their beauty forever imprinted and never seeming to age. But, he still chooses you. And he’s content with that. He’s more than happy that he’s with you.
His thumb traces over your bottom lip, his eyes focused on your cupid’s bow. “You know, there are times when I look at you and I wonder if you see yourself the way that I see you.” He knows what to say, it all comes so natural to him when he compliments you. “Your scars and blemishes, the stretch marks around your tummy and how they pale and wrap around you. The little moles that you have are kissed along your sides and cheeks.” His thumb moves down and now his hand holds yours. “I have to be perfect- I have to be loved and admired, but then I see you and I think to myself how as long as I’m loved by you, that’s enough. You really have changed me in a way I never saw myself. Beauty means everything to me- or at least it did. But now I have you, and I have to admit, that I prefer you over anything else in the world.” He leans forward and lets his lips press against the corners of yours. “I want to go out with you, because to me, you’re the best that there will ever be.”
It all happens in a flash, seeing your face darken, feeling the hand slowly shake and then your face is hidden by the covers. He can hear you whine his name, and when his hand touches between your shoulder blades, his nimble fingers reaching above the collar of your shirt and touching your neck, he can feel how hot it is. He laughs as his arms reach around you and pull you close to him, giggling and accepting your odd human behavior.
Beelzebub:
Detention is quiet, save for the ticking of the clock, but other than that it’s silent. The room is occupied by a total of three people- you, Beelzebub, and the unfortunate professor that is stuck to watch over the two of you who scrolls through their D.D.D. while music plays loudly every now and then. You suspect they are on an app similar to one from the Human Realm, complete with word play and aesthetic from Devildom.
You turn over to Beelzebub, quirking your brows when you see him scribbling over a paper with a pen. You peer over, sitting straighter to get a closer look only to find him mindlessly doodling, similar drawings cover the paper in blue ink. As if feeling your stare, he turns to you with slightly wide eyes before relaxing them, sending you a smile and raising his paper, to show you his work. You return the smile, pleased at his cute antics and his boyish smile. You send him a thumbs up, before the professor coughs, catching the attention from the two of you.
They stand up, their tail curling around their leg and with a yawn, they expose their teeth. Their phone is stuffed into their pocket as they slowly walk to the front of the desk. “I’ll be back. I expect the two of you to still be here. You both have an hour left.” With that, they walk to the door, the heels of their shoes clicking, the door creaking before it finally closes leaving you and Beelzebub alone in a room.
Immediately, you turn to Beelzebub, your chair squeaking as you shift it hastily. “Beel,” you say excitedly, patting your hands on your thighs. He answers with a hum, tilting his head to the side to show that he is listening to you. “You have power over the professors, don't you?” You see the corner of his lip twitch upwards. “I mean you're the Avatar of Gluttony, can’t you just get us both out of here?”
The pen is set down and he leans back on his chair, his legs sliding underneath the desk until they are stretched to their full length. He turns to you, his smile lazy and eyes half-lidded. “I don’t feel like getting in trouble anymore than I already have.” His smile is crooked, teeth barely glimpsing from behind his lips.
“But we’re already in trouble,” you try to argue, pushing forward. “Please?” You lean forward, holding onto his bicep, with a pout on your lips. “If I use the pact powers, I’ll probably be the only one in trouble.”
He snickers, crossing his arms and lowering his head to side his smile. “We have an hour.” He looks up at you, a hand coming to cover yours. “Just sit and wait, okay? I’ll treat you out later.” You stick your tongue out at him and he laughs, pulling away from your touch and turning his own chair to face you, his hand resting over the desk, pulling on the tip of the pen until it is pulled underneath his hand. “What makes you want to go home so early anyways?”
“Why don’t you wanna go home?” You shoot back, your arm bent above the desk, with your chin resting on the palm of your hand. He shrugs in response, his attention back to the paper as he starts to bounce the pen between his index finger and thumb. “What are you drawing, anyways?” it doesn’t go unnoticed that he stiffens at your question, his lips pulling into a thin line as his leg starts to bounce. “It’s the same image, right? Like the same character that you’re drawing?” You lean closer, watching as he bounces the pen faster in his hand.
“It’s- It’s for art class,” he responds, clearing his throat. His hands grab at the paper and for a moment you think he’s about to crumble the paper, but instead he slips it between a notebook, careful to not let an edge slip out before it’s stuffed into his bag. “We have to draw-” he hesitates, squirming under your attention- “a thing.”
“I thought sports took care of your electives?” He sucks in a breath through his teeth, turning his attention to the board smeared with chalky remains. “Oh? Are you lying to me?” Your hand flutters to your heart, your voice faux hurt as your slump over in your seat. “Beelzebub, I’m actually hurt. Here I thought we were close and yet-”
“I’m drawing you,” he says, effectively making you stop in your theatrics. You turn to him, your mouth parted. “I wanted to draw you and give it to you as a gift but I can’t get your smile right.”
“Well that didn’t take much probing,” you mutter, scooting your chair closer to him, the toe of your shoe nudging against his backpack.
“I don’t like lying to you,” he states, his body becoming still and eyes returning to where you sit so close to him. Close enough where he can smell your cream. “I just didn’t want you to find out.”
There’s silence between the both of you, your lips pursed as you nod. “My smile?” He nods. “It should be simple, shouldn’t it?” Just a curve and some smaller curves for the lips and boom, you’re done.” You grab his backpack, holding it in your hands, the opening pointed towards him.
“No,” he says with a frown, pulling the same notebook out and slipping out the paper. Upon closer inspection, the images of what appears to be you are roughly scribbled. They aren’t the best but the thought of him drawing something for you and being nervous about you finding out makes the drawing much sweeter. “You have a nice smile. It’s like- like,” you look up at him to see his brows furrowed. “I don’t know how to explain it. Your smile is nice. It’s a lot more than nice. When you smile at me, it’s just nice. I like seeing you happy. You smiling at me makes me feel special and I don’t want to half-ass some drawing of you. I want to make it special because you’re special to me. Your smile makes me feel warm, like I’m being hugged and everytime you smile, it always reaches your eyes and when your eyes crinkle, it’s like you’re just looking at me and that makes me feel so-” he takes a deep sigh and releases it slowly- “so safe.” His words come to a soft close, his face a warm shade of red. He lets out a nervous chuckle. “That sounds dumb, doesn’t it?” When he looks at you, you’ve curled into a ball in your seat, your face buried into his backpack. He calls your name frantically, his hands on your shoulders, only to pull away when you let out a high-pitched whine. “Did I offend you?” His name is muffled between the fabric. “Yeah?”
“You’re really sweet,” you moan pitifully, clutching the bag tighter, hoping that it effectively hides your burning face. “I think I’ll actually die from what you just said.” Your heart beats in your chest, the sweet confession echoing in your ears and when you smile, you can only hide it, not wanting him to see the wide grin that is now plastered across your face. “I’ll take any drawing that you give me.” You hold your hand out, ready to receive the unfinished work, not yet lifting your head.
His hand covers your outstretched one. “Maybe if I can see your smile right now, I’d be able to get it right,” he teases slightly. Your only response is shaking your head, giggling through the fabric as you feebly try to shake his hand away. He laughs widely, holding your hand tighter as he urges for you to look upward at him.
Belphegor:
The room is quiet, no footsteps that echo from above, no noise that travels from the stairs into the room that was once Belphegor’s prison. Beside him, you lay curled on your side, resting against him, your hand playing with a drawstring of his hoodie, playing with the frayed ends at your fingertips.
“I thought being around you would make me sleepy,” you murmur, an ill-placed yawn ruining the validity of your statement.
Even where he lays, he knows that you’re pouting, with your brows knitted together. “It seems that I am already making you quite tired. You only lasted how long?” He’d make a show of checking his nonexistent watch, but he rather not, already too comfortable in his current position to risk moving. You blow a raspberry in response and he lets out a giggle, his hand that is placed underneath you is bent to hold a strand of your hair in between his fingers. “Come on, be nice now. I can also make you unbelievably tired but unable to sleep.”
“You’re so cruel Belphegor,” you say in a whisper, your hand finally still from playing with his drawstring. “You’d take away my sleep for a simple noise? How juvenile,” you tease, nuzzling further into his side, humming when his fingers part through your hair and scratch lightly at your scalp. “Here I am, whisked away from my homework to come and nap beside you. And what do I get in return? Teasing.” The last word slowly drifted off into a simple breath of air that was tickled against his side.
It really hadn’t taken you so long to fall under his own sleeping spell. A part of him is a bit bitter, wanting to spend more time with you where the both of you were conscious and could actually talk, while the other part of him, is simply glad that you’re resting beside him, that you’ve taken time out of your day to lay next to him.
“It’s not like you don’t deserve it,” he says through a smile, twisting your hair around his index. “I mean, out of all the reactions I can get, yours is possibly the best of them.”
“Thank you,” you say, sounding a bit more like a question. “You know, I’m glad that you invited me up here. I haven't been getting the best sleep as of late.”
“You can always come to me,” he’s quick to say, eager so evident in his voice that he’s drowning in it. He wants to be near you, he wants to be with you.
“I don't want to bother you,” you confess with a faint voice.
“You could never bother me.” It’s the truth. He’d crawl to you if it meant even a fraction of your attention would be given to him. He’d do what he could just to hear your voice. You’d never be a bother to him. You’d be his saving grace. It’s silent for a moment, one where he can hear the house come alive under him and feel your breath with even more vigor than before, feeling each and every pause, every gust of air a kiss against his skin that makes him yearn for more. He calls your name, and it’s thick on his tongue- foreign and light, and yet it sounds like he’s said it countless times before, as if he knew the name by heart. You hum in response and he takes a deep breath.
His finger twirls around a small piece of your hair, letting the hair curl around his finger before he releases it, only to do the same thing once more. “I’m always surprised that you let me get so close,” he says in a quiet voice, careful to not ruin the moment but a part of him knows that it might have been ruined already when it alludes to him. He can feel your eyes on him, watching him carefully as your lips part. “I know that I’m not exactly a knight in shining armor or anything and uh-” he lets the strad of your hair go, watching it bounce in freedom- “I just want you to know that I appreciate that you even let me touch you. I really like you, you know? I think you’re a much better person than I’ll ever be.” His lips stretch into a bittersweet smile that soon falls into a frown, twisting his features into something more somber. You say his name and it makes his breath hitch, a hiccup in his throat as his name fills the momentary silence. “I mean it. I think that’s why I- why you mean so much to me. I could never be like you. I can only admire you from afar and want you for myself.” He lets out a breathless puff of air that has humor etched into it. “I just wanted you to know that you mean a lot more to me than I’ll ever be able to put into words.”
With every continuation of his words, you felt your body respond to him. Your stomach twists with butterflies causing a storm inside of you, your chest tight and the sweet relief of air has escaped your lungs, and you’re hot, heat flush against your face and creeping from your chest and upward. You wonder if he could hear every change in your breathing, in your heart that beats, in just you.
He looks at you through half closed eyes and for once, you don’t think that it’s sleep that’s causing his soft smile and tender eyes. You stiffen, your muscles going rigid under his stare. The pillow is cool under your face as you stay hidden from him, gripping at the edges and turning away from his gaze, unable to keep as tight face as a smile creeps across your face.
He laughs as you lower your head, hiding your face from his after the tender words that were shared. “Come on, was it that easy to make you flustered?” He teases, the bed dipping as he moves. His hand tugs on the pillow that is held tightly in your grasp. “Oh come on, just look up,” he whines, weakly tugging at the pillow. “Seriously, you’re so dramatic and for no reason. It shouldn’t be news to you that I like you.” His smile is clear in his voice, light and full of kittenish behavior. “If you don’t pay attention to me, I’m going to continue, you know.” His grin widens when you finally peek at him, and he can’t help but laugh.
Diavolo:
There is chatter in the room, accompanied by the heels of shoes that click against the tiled floor. The room is lit in an orange glow that makes the atmosphere of the room seem almost dream-like. You tug wine glass, pulling it closer to you, careful to not let a drop spill over and stain the pristine white tablecloth. You glance around the room, watching people chat amongst themselves, their own eyes glued to their partners.
You look at the prince before you who takes a sip from his glass, his tongue peeking to wipe at the taste on his lips. “Diavolo?” The glass is set down and he looks at you with slightly widened eyes. “When I said I wanted to go out for dinner, I was fine with just some Akudonalds or ya know-” you glance once more around the room, your gaze focused on the silverware set carefully in front of you- “anything.
“This is anything,” he says, his smile cool and hands resting above the table. “We hardly go out and when we do, the others tend to accompany us. While I enjoy their company, I’d also like to just enjoy yours. So I thought, since this is a rare occasion, we’d make the best of it.” He leans close to you, and you know that there is no malice or hidden intention with him. He is honest, able to tell you what he wants without finding it necessary to hide himself. “If you are uncomfortable with such a restaurant, we can always go somewhere else, next time.”
“It’s not that, it’s just-” you clear your throat, leaning against the table, lowering your voice- “I’ve never been to such a high-end place. I don’t want you to overspend because of me. I’m fine just going somewhere low-key.”
He laughs, shaking his head and his fingers drum against the table. I’m a prince. There’s no such thing as overspending and even if there were, I don’t mind it if it’s you that I’m doting on.” You nod slowly, your fingers running at the edge of the fork handle. “Really, there is no need to worry. I’m just happy that you agreed to join me on this outing.”
You do your best to not shake your legs, mindful of the wine beside you. “‘M glad I was able to join you as well. I- I like spending time with you.” You smile sweetly at him, a hint of nerves tracing against your smile. “I just have to admit that I was taken aback when you invited me out. I know you mentioned how it’s always us with the others, but I don’t know-” you fingers find themselves tracing around the base of the glass- “I guess I always figured you liked me because I was able to get you out of work since you know, I am part of your work. I never would have assumed that you actually wanted to spend time with me.”
For a moment, it’s silent, a brief moment that couldn't even be considered silent, just a short pause but it's enough for him. “May I admit something to you?” Diavolo asks, his hands fiddling with the napkin beside himself. You nod, leaning forward, urging him to continue. “I was always fascinated with humans. I loved humans- they were these beings who had free will and they all lived different lives but in the end they shared the same fate.” He chuckles softly and his hand goes to the stem of the wine glass. “It’s the same for demons, of course. Any life can be taken and for the most part, they have free will, but I think I love humans. Or at least I thought I did.” He looks up at you, his smile faltering for a moment as he struggles to keep it up. “But I think rather than love, I hold admiration for their humanity. For their tenacity, and kindness; their love and warmth that they have with each other. And when I look at you-” his hand leaves the glass and is left open towards you- “I’m reminded of how beautiful humans can be.” His smile turns bitter for a moment, falling and he makes no attempt to keep up the facade. “I’m reminded just how fragile they are. I need you to know that I admire humanity, but I think I love you. I love how you do your best to help those around you, how you adapt to your environment, and just how easily you can make others fall for you.” He lets out a short laugh through his nose. “If I have to be honest, I think I’m also jealous of you. I wish I were the only one who could have the opportunity to fall for you.” His hand is still held out towards you, vacant without yours.
Throughout his monologue your body has been on fire, pooling in your stomach and against your back. You stare at his empty hand, trying to will yourself to hold it but the most that you can do is lay your head on the table, silverware clicking together and a dull thud heard. You want to let out a whine but you’re sure you’ve already called attention to yourself and- oh dear. What will people think of when they see Lord Diavolo with a human who has planted their face against a table. Your thoughts race, clouding your mind as the silence in the room is deafening, echoing in your ears as you rest with your face down.
“Is this a human custom?” Diavolo asks, his voice full of genuine wonderment. “Should I also be doing it?”
“Dia,” you mumble, your body slowly squeezing against itself in order to make yourself smaller. “You can’t confess so nonchalant,” you say in a hushed whisper, wanting to let out any type of noise that is slowly building up inside of you. “It’s- It’s too much for me,” you whine, slowly raising your head to peer at him.
“Well, I am a prince- a demon one at that. I suppose you can say that there are different customs for us as well.” His smile is jovial, and he reaches across the table, his hand open and this time you take it. Unable to look him in the eye, you resort to watching as his hand slowly threads to intertwine himself with you. “I must say, if that’s the response I were to get, I might as well continue it. I rather liked whatever it was that you did.” He’s so honest, looking at you with a wide grin that shows his pointed teeth and you can’t help but bury your face once more, grinning when you hear him let out a small laugh, his hand closing around yours.
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moemoemammon · 3 years
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im so sorry i dont know how to format this but could i request hcs of mc walking into one of the brothers rooms in the middle of the night and being like “um i had a nightmare.. can i stay with you”🧍if not its okay though!! :]
I Had a Nightmare...
(Feat. GN!MC and the Demon Bros)
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Lucifer
Lucifer always keeps his door locked when he's asleep, so you took a gamble in choosing to come to him for your post-nightmare comfort. Luckily, the eldest is a night owl so he's awake.
He looks up when you enter his bedroom, currently sitting on his bed and reading a book. He's about to scold you when he sees the face you're making.
You don't even have to tell him something's wrong, because he can tell. He sets his book aside and gestures to the empty side of his bed.
Once you climb in, Lucifer shifts slightly, just so your arm is pressed against his own. It's like an invitation for you to lean in if you want, and should you choose to, he'll wrap you in his arms and carefully rub your back.
"A nightmare, hm? It's interesting to think that there are things that can scare you, considering where you are right now. But there's nothing for you to be afraid of. After all, I have no intention of letting anything bad happen to you, so long as I live."
Mammon
Mammon startles awake the moment you enter his room, nearly toppling out of his bed in the process. Grrr, he could've seriously gotten hurt! What're you trying to pull, suddenly barging into his room like th-
Oh. Oh.... He takes one look at your face and all that anger of his fizzles out into nothing. He's a little self conscious being shirtless and all, so he awkwardly tugs on a tshirt that's been tossed to the floor, and makes his way over to you
What happened? Did someone do something?? Ah.. a nightmare, huh? Mammon's big brother instincts are taking over, and he's pulling you into a tight hug, squeezing out all your worries.
And when he's finished, he ruffles your hair and gestures to his bed. A human like you still needs to get their rest, so you should try to sleep some more. But if you really can't, he's not against the idea of the two of you bundling up and watching a movie or something.
"You're like a little kid, ya know? But don't worry, the Great Mammon's gonna chase away those bad dreams o' yours, no problem! ...Hah? Whatdya mean 'that's cheesy'?? I'm being serious here!"
Levi
Levi's definitely awake when you enter his room, but he doesn't notice you. His computer monitor has his undivided attention, and his headphone are drowning out the sound of your entry.
So it takes you tapping his shoulder for him to react, and boy does he react. Levi nearly has a heart attack and only calms down when he realizes it's only you. Did you come to play games? You should've texted him and he’d set everything up! But wait... that's not it?
You had a nightmare and of all the places you could go, you came to HIM?? Levi's having a hard time pushing down the grin on his face, but he collects himself for your sake. Now's no time to be feeling giddy when his best friend is in need!
He might not be great at comforting people, but he knows what helps him when he has nightmares. So he wraps you up in a blanket and pulls up a chair for you to use so you can watch him game. This is better than thinking about that other stuff, right?
"I'll turn down the screen brightness, and- UWAH! W-wait! Um... no, it's fine. I don't mind if you lean against me like that. You're tired, so it's probably more comfortable like that. I'll keep still, okay..?"
Satan
Nightmares aren't something Satan experiences often, being born of rage and the only pure demon in the house. He reads enough horror novels that he's practically become immune to anything scary.
But that doesn't mean he never has bad dreams, so when you come into his room to tell him about yours, his expression softens up. You caught him in the middle of reading, but you're more important than any silly book.
Satan gives you that warm look he reserves only for you (and cats), and gestures for you to come closer. He's got the second comfiest bed in the house, the first being Belphie's. Topped with warm quilts and plenty of pillows to support him as he reads, you're wrapped up in warm comfort once you join him.
Especially when he wraps an arm around you, giving you a curious look. He can be a little too curious at times, so he immediately asks what your nightmare was about.
"If you're interested, I have a guidebook for dream interpretations. I could try to find out the root of your worries, or... you could spend the night here instead? I wouldn't mind having you by my side until morning."
Asmo
Asmo is VERY invested in his beauty sleep. Even a slight deviation in his schedule could be disastrous for his complexion! His brothers know better than to disturb him lest they feel like dying, but you? You're the only exception... Lucky, huh? ❤️
When you touch him, he barely stirs. It takes a couple of shakes to get him to wake up, and then he's whining and grumbling until he realizes who's there. How could he be upset when he gets to wake up to your gorgeous face?
But right now.. your expression isn't bright and sunny at all. You look distressed, and he soon learns it because a pesky nightmare has been harassing you all night. He couldn't be happier that you chose HIM of all people for your comfort!
While there are many things he could do to help you forget about your bad dream, he opts for carefully guiding you into his bed, cooing sweet nothings until he's got you in his arms. You're enveloped in the smell of his sweet body lotion while he presses kiss after gentle kiss across your temple and down the bridge of your nose.
"There there, love. To think a nightmare has put you in such a state.. It's unforgivable! I'll get rid of all those worries so you can spend the rest of the night dreaming about my beauty! Or... about you and I. Wouldn't that be the perfect dream?"
Beel
Beel sleeps almost as soundly as Belphie does, and his monstrously loud snoring drowns out most sound, including your quiet knocking on his bedroom door.
But when you come in and tug on his sleeve, Beel's eyes blink open and he lets out a confused grunt, letting his eyes focus on the darkness around him. Where did that mountain of rainbow pizza go?? He wasn't even halfway done, and- Oh. MC.
You had a nightmare?? Beel stands up immediately and wears a look of worry, pulling you into a gentle hug. You look like you need one.
He's not the best when it comes to comforting words, but he can just show you how he feels. That's good too, isn't it? Maybe if he hugs you for long enough, you won't remember your nightmare.
"Do you want to take my bed? I'll sleep on the sofa, so- ah. Together? ...That's fine, too. I'll hold you close, so you don't have to be afraid anymore."
Belphie
The heaviest sleeper in the entire Devildom, it's a literal miracle that you managed to wake him up. Still, he's only half awake, and staring blankly at you while you explain why you're there.
A nightmare, huh? He's had plenty of those. If that's all it is, then just climb into bed with him. Belphie lazily pulls back his blankets and opens his arms for you, gesturing expectantly.
And once you're nice and cozy, he pulls you even closer until the gap between you is closed, and all you can feel is his warmth. He buries his face into your neck, tickling your skin with his breath.
His slow, heavy breathing makes you wonder if he's fallen back to sleep just like that, but he gives your side a reassuring squeeze and lets his eyes open slightly to look into yours.
"Must've been pretty scary if you came all the way here. No matter how many bad dreams you have, I'll be right here when you wake up. It feels better to wake up in my arms, doesn't it?"
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moemammon · 3 years
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Chirps, trills, and squawking (blushy mammon?) Growls and snarls! Really anything to do with their animals, the motifs or their stage animals or anything? Scent marking but not just the MC but like mammon rolling in their sheets, Satan making sure their rad workbag smells like him? Claws and fangs! I really just spat out anything but I hope maybe one might inspire! <3 love the writing and I agree that the purring was just so good
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The Demon Bros Scent Marking GN!MC!
(Looks at you guys)
Lucifer
Probably the last one that thinks about scenting you, tbh. His pride won't allow it until he knows for SURE that you've stolen his heart.
Probably the last one that thinks about scenting you, tbh. His pride won't allow it until he knows for SURE that you've stolen his heart.
And then you'd better watch out, because he's always touching you from then on in some subtle way. Not too showy, but just enough that it gets his point across.
And then you'd better watch out, because he's always touching you from then on in some subtle way. Not too showy, but just enough that it gets his point across.
And then you'd better watch out, because he's always touching you from then on in some subtle way. Not too showy, but just enough that it gets his point across.
Gently caressing your hair away from your face, subtly brushing his arm against you, pulling you aside by the hips so you can avoid obstacles; that sort of thing.
In more private moments with you, he'll lean into the crook of your neck and rub himself into it, wishing he could just permanently ingrain his scent into you.
You're probably wondering why other demons are avoiding you, but can you blame them? You smell so strongly of Lucifer that it's pretty obvious he wants to keep others away.
Mammon
Boi this demon started scenting you from the moment you made his lil greedy heart go doki doki. The Great Mammon?? Pining for a lowly human??? It's more likely than you think
He was possessive of you to begin with, so things only amplified once he started catching feelings for you. Now he's outright scenting you in front of anyone, whenever he gets the chance to do it.
God forbid he thinks you're spending too much time around the other brothers, because then you're never leaving his arms. He's blatantly scrubbing his face and head against you at every given moment, like an overly affectionate cat
Sometimes he gets so into it that his hair is all messy afterward, not that he really cares. When he's finished, he gives you a satisfied nod before going off to do his own thing.
Be grateful that you smell like THE Mammon now! Though do you really think that's gonna stop his brothers from getting to you-
Levi
It takes him SO long to work up to scenting you. Actually, he probably does it by accident before he even realizes what he's doing.
He moves on instinct, always moving a little closer when you're near him, carefully bumping his head against yours while his eyes are affixed to his tv screen. Might even snuggle against you for two seconds before pulling back.
If you touch his head, he's leaning to press his face into your wrists and lingers there for long enough to make you wonder what's going on.
And when he realizes that you're practically saturated in his scent??? This boy is on cloud nine. It's something so subtle, yet still present enough to let everyone know you're HIS.
That way, he doesn't have to say any mushy stuff out loud! He can just touch you a little, maybe give you his jacket, and you'll be marked for the world to see. It always makes him giddy when he thinks about it.
Satan
DEFINITELY an aggressive scenter. He's not shy about it, openly embracing you when he thinks you don't smell enough like him.
He wants his scent to permeate everything you own, every article of clothing, every pillow on your bed- He wants his presence on you to be known from the moment you wake up.
Not that you can really tell, with your human nose and all. But that's the way he likes it, knowing that he's leaving his mark and you're practically none the wiser (whether you know he's scenting you or not)
In tender moments with you, he likes to hold you in his arms while he reads. Your own scent calms him down, and he doesn't mind if it gets on him. Actually, that's probably exactly what he wants.
When he irritable, all it takes it a whiff of your lingering scent to put him in a good mood all over again. Though, that makes him want to seek you out so he can make sure you still smell like him-
Asmo
At this rate, you almost permanently smell like Asmo. You thought he was touchy to begin with? Just wait until his feelings for you become apparent. Because now he can't keep his hands off of you.
He's always snuggling you when he has the chance, pulling your face into his chest so he can rub all over the top of your head. He doesn't care where you are, who's around, or what time of day it is, because he's GOT to be touching you.
Hell, he'll even spray you with his perfumes sometimes so you have double the Asmo scent.
And he knows his scent is absolutely perfect, so he wants to share it with you! The fact that you smell like him always has him happily humming away, content with the way he's marked his territory.
While Asmo is pretty open about giving his affections away, that doesn't mean he can't be a little greedy sometimes. He LOVES the look on another demon's face when they catch his alluring scent on you, but they know they can't lay a single finger on you.
Beel
He's not shy about the way he shows his affection for you, but he's probably the least likely to scent you. Not because he doesn't want to, but the instinct just doesn't pull at him as strongly as it does for the others.
That being said, he might not realize when he's leaving his mark on you, when he embraces you against him and leans into your neck to breathe in your scent. It puts him at ease and makes him forget about his hunger.
Sometimes it stirs up a different kind of hunger, and he finds that he just wants to hold you in his arms until he's satisfied. Don't doubt that he won't outright pick you up and carry you around the house.
He also likes to put his clothes on you, since they practically swallow you up, and it makes him feel like he's keeping you safe. And afterwards when he hugs you and finds that you only smell like him?? He's thrilled.
When you smell like Beel, his affections for you go through the room and he keeps patting your head, giving you hugs, and trying to feed you snacks. Now you smell even MORE like him.
Belphie
He's a brat, and inherently the clingiest of all the brothers despite not always being so open about it. He keeps his deepest affections for you hidden away in his heart, but that means they all pour out when you two are alone.
His bed obviously smells like he does, so he uses you napping with him as an excuse to get that scent all over you. You always leave smelling like him, and his chest swells with pride.
Belphie can be handsy when he's sleepy and he's always seeking out your affections (because he's spoiled), so one way or another, you're going to smell like him.
He'll hold you from behind and lean into you, rubbing his head against your face. He'll claim your lap as his pillow and snuggle into your stomach. He'll constantly steal the pillows off of your bed and scent them so you smell like him when you wake up
He might not scent YOU directly all the time, but he's a sneaky bastard who's determined to make his mark somewhere, more often on your possessions. One way or another, everyone will know you belong to him.
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I absolutely adore your writing! Especially the way you write asmo 🥺💗 Could I ask for an asmo x mc where the reader preens/cleans his wings? I look forward to all your future content!! 💖
Aww, yes! I love this!
Asmo x Gender-Neutral MC
Genre: Fluff
Warnings: None
Let Me Help
Asmodeus was always doing things for you. He insisted on it, actually. He was your boyfriend and a very doting one at that. No one could deny that he adored you. You couldn't even keep track of how many times he prepared you wonderous baths, gave you massages, took you shopping, and much, much more. Asmo was ALWAYS doing things for you and never seemed to let you do much for him.
"Being with you is all I need! I love doing these things for and with you!" He would exclaim happily.
You wanted to do something for him for a change. Asmodeus deserved to be treated the way he treated you. No boyfriend before had ever treated you the way he did. He made you feel wanted and loved.
This was when you had devised your plan. You were going to help him and he was not going to stop you. Not this time. You were going to spoil your boyfriend for once. You knew he took a lot of time to clean his wings. He had to ensure they were clean and shiny. You remembered listening to him lament about how he wished he had feathers like Lucifer instead, but that quickly stopped when you told him that you thought his wings were beautiful. You were going to clean his wings for him this time.
The day passed as normal. Asmo walked with you to RAD, took you to every single class whether you were in it together or not, and walked you home. He bought you both some cute little pastries on your way back to the house. Now you were in his bedroom after taking a wonderful bath together. The room smelled of honey and lavender, his preferred evening scents if you two were going to be staying in for the evening.
Asmo sat at his vanity in his demon form, wearing only a short pair of silk shorts. He looked stunning as always. This was where you took over. You walked up behind him and ran your hands down his shoulders, kissing the top of his head softly.
"My, my! You're being quite forward this evening, darling! Is there something you want?" He smiled at you in the mirror.
"I want you to let me take care of your wings. I'm not taking no for an answer."
His face went a bright shade of pink and he rubbed his neck sheepishly. "How can I say no to that? I suppose I'll have to let you do this for me."
Your lips curved into a victory smile and you began looking at his collection of scented oils. His wings were already technically clean from the bath, though you would clean the backs of them and where they attached to his back. You just knew he liked to rub them with oils to ensure they smelled nice and kept their glossy shine.
Once you had picked out a scent, you took a warm cloth and set to cleaning the sides that faced you. You were careful not to move too fast for you wanted to savor this moment. You watched his expressions in the mirror, his blush never once leaving his face. He gasped when you got to where they were attached to him.
"C-careful, darling, I'm sensitive there. It can be quite sexy at times, but it can really hurt if you're not careful."
You nodded and pressed another kiss to his head. You worked delicately as to not accidentally hurt him. He was in awe of you while you toiled away. You took just as much care as he did. Asmo hadn't realized just how much you watched while he did this process himself. You did everything just as he would! It felt...special. No one had ever been trusted enough to touch his wings like that before.
"While you're working, I have to know. Why did you want to do this," he asked, his voice soft and almost shy sounding.
"Because you do everything for me. It's your turn to be taken care of and spoiled," you answered truthfully, using a clean cloth to spread the oil to his wings carefully.
He giggled and shook his head. "You don't have to do this stuff for me, MC. You spoil me already just by being mine. I've never had someone who loved me purely for who I am and not for my looks or my power. I am spoiled because I get to be with you every single day and get to love and be loved."
It was your turn to feel your skin heat up. It burned all the way to your ears. He felt so strongly about this and you could tell by his voice and by that piercing gaze of his.
"I understand, but I'd like to do things for you more often the way you do for me."
"I spoil you because it's just how I show my love. I never expect anything in return." He turned to face you once you finished and pulled you against his bare chest.
"I love you more than I could possibly love anything else. I know I often claim to be the most beautiful creature in all three realms, but that's not true. You're far more beautiful to me."
"I love you, too, Asmo. I'll still spoil you more often. You can't stop me."
He laughed and kissed your head. "I suppose I'll have to let you."
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