#writings.txts

[star-centric]

Could you pretty please do some “how they would try to court you” (not in a ABO way, but in a Devildom dating culture way), headcanons / scenarios with Mammon, Beel, and Diavolo?

PAIRINGS: Mammon, Diavolo & Beel x reader (all separate)

NOTE: Let me say this- I love love LOVE requests like these!!! Any time I can write about stuff like this it makes me kick my feet and giggle. Also sorry this is so late- life is a hectic atm 🫠

CW: gender neutral reader, mentions of possessiveness, minor suggestive themes (mainly in Diavolo’s part)

How They Would Try to Court You (feat. Mammon, Beelzebub and Diavolo) (Headcanons)

MAMMON

Mammon’s a lot like his crow familiars- especially when it comes to courting. Combine that with his sin of greed and you’re in for a time!

He’s greedy, so it only makes sense that he wants all of the time. Whether it’s just laying around in your room or even just walking to class, he’s right by your side. People are starting to get used to see him literally everywhere you go. He might as well be perched on your shoulder like your own personal crow

You start to find little trinkets left for you- courtesy of Mammon. Those pairs of earrings you were eyeing at the boutique? You found them on your pillow when you got back from class. The cute pin you says reminds you of him? It's already in your locker. The items are usually something small, but still meaningful to you

Nests!! When you see a cozy bundle of blankets and pillows in both of your rooms, and how Mammon is very adamant (ie. very nervous of your approval) that you have to lay it, you feel like he have no choice but to get in it. It's so comfortable that when he sees you instantly relax he can't help but let his chest puff out in pride (and he may have let out a coo or two when he saw how peacefully you were sleeping)

Speaking of cooing- he’s humming around you too now. It's cute actually, and it makes him blush whenever you comment on it (he even does it without realizing it sometimes, which makes it even more adorable). You start to catch it when you praise him for something, but he starts doing it even more outside of it. He tries to play dumb about it, but he's really happy (and relieved) that you love how his voice sounds (it's what he was hoping for)

He starts to flash show his demon form to you more. It stemmed from your praise at his photo shoot, and ever since then he's been stretching his wings around you. Graze your fingers across them and Mammon would be putty in your hands

Mammon has always been selfish, especially when it comes to you. It’s obvious what he’s trying to do, but you’re still a bit surprised when he gets serious about it. The nights where he asks you not to leave, where he tightens his grip around you and buries his face into your neck, he means it

He wants to prove to you that he’s the only one you need, that you don’t need any other demon but him

BEELZEBUB

Beel’s courting style is simple, yet effective!

Despite it being a while since Beel felt this much of a pull towards someone like this, he really does try his best

He makes sure you’re well fed and never hungry- he knows how he can get on an empty stomach, plus he has to make sure you’re taken care of! It starts to become a very common sight to see Beel feeding some of his food to you, which leaves the others shocked, but he’s unfazed by it. They’ll even catch you bringing you food to share and not the other way around they’re used to

Beel is also like Mammon in a way- always by your side. Whether he’s just stuffing his face or observing something else, he’s right behind you like a second shadow. You didn’t realize how intimidating it was until you started to wonder why so many people started to steer clear of you- literally

(It wasn’t on purpose but Beel wasn’t complaining)

He also starts to work out around you more. You’ve always been amazed at his muscles, awed at how he lifts hundreds of pounds with ease. He’s never been one too full of pride, but the sensation bubbling inside of his chest made him want to show you more. His regular workouts, his fangol games, practice- he wanted you there for it all

Beel can’t explain it, but putting his strength on display for you feeds into a growing urge that’s hard to suppress. He wants to show you how strong he is, how easily he can protect you if something were to arise. The fanged grin on his face when he sees you cheering for him leaves him motivated to do even more

Sometimes he’ll slip into his demon form because of how excited he gets seeing you (which in turn makes his opponents/teammates nervous)

Soft bites- it happened by mistake the first time. Beel accidentally bit your finger while you were trying to feed him. He didn’t break any skin or hurt you, but when you bit him (playfully) in return something…changed inside of him after that. He wanted to do it more- leave your skin littered with marks done by him. And he wants to feel your own blunt teeth bite into him (even if you don’t leave a mark). It’s become a cute memory and another inside joke between you both

(Even if it makes him want to go feral everytime he sees your bite marks)

Beel also scents you! He has the strongest sense of smell in the house (and probably one of the strongest in the entire Devildom), so being able to leave his scent on you isn’t a problem. Lending you his clothes (which the sight of you with them does something to him too), wrapping you in his own blankets while burying his face into your neck- you don’t know why he’s been so cuddly lately but you’re not complaining (and neither is he)

Beel isn’t much of the possessive type, but he’s not willing to share you with any other demon outside of his family. Even then, his primal urge is somewhat satiated knowing that he’s left his mark(s) on you for others to see- and plans on leaving more to show that you’re his

DIAVOLO

The Future King of the Devildom has been lonely for some time now- so forgive him if he goes a bit…overboard in his methods

Remember how he was when you ate the pudding humans weren't allowed to eat? Imagine that type of behavior but with no restrictions

Expect to be adorned in the finest jewelry/outfits you could get in all of the Devildom. It gets to a point where you’re wearing literal millions- all he does is laugh at your shocked expression and waves off your worries. It’s not like he can’t afford it- plus he wants to see you in it all! (and show you how easy he can provide for you)

He’s a lot more bolder than he usually is during this time too (not that he wasn’t bold to begin with). He’s…just not holding back anymore

He’s more open with his touch, his hands finding his way to you a lot more common now. Whether it's out in public or behind closed doors, Diavolo can't seem to keep his hands to himself. The looks you get from people when you're out together make you a little embarrassed, but he holds his head up high anyway (which you're not surprised- he is the ruler still, not like they can say much anyway)

But Diavolo doesn't mind the looks- he wants them actually. He wants people to see you with him, to know that you're with him and that nothing is going to change that. That you're his and his alone. A part of him is tempted to keep you locked inside for his eyes only, but he knows that it wouldn't be right to do that to you

But he does invite you over to the castle more, which somewhat helps his urges. You’re waited on hand and foot by Diavolo, who doesn’t mind at all- he sent Barbatos away on “important tasks” (ie. give him alone time with you). It’s adorable how earnest he is in taking care of you, even if it’s something minimal as holding the door for you or feeding you himself

He’s in his demon form too, and thrives off of your attention- to see how you admire him makes his chest swell with pride. You’re in awe at his form (which makes sense since it’s a rare sight to see), and he loves it. He craves it. He encourages you to touch his wings and have your fingers graze his horns- just be careful not to tug on them too hard, unless you want to really get him riled up more than he is now

Diavolo is also like Beel in wanting to see his marks and scent left on your skin. He shows restraint, and it’s only ever done in spots he can see (mostly). There may be a dark splotch or two on your neck from when he got carried away (or when he wanted to show others that you already belong to someone)

Diavolo really hasn’t felt like this over anyone in years- Hell, probably in his entire life. He really has become enamored with you during your time in the Devildom that he can’t imagine loving someone else. You truly have made his life brighter with your presence

He understands that you can’t stay here forever, but that doesn’t mean that you can’t become mates regardless, right? Or rather, who’s going to stop him?

#queued.txts #messages.txts #writings.txts #obeyme.txts #obey me x gn!mc #obey me x gn!reader #obey me x gender neutral reader #obey me x reader #obey me x you #obey me x y/n #obey me mammon x y/n #obey me mammon x reader #obey me beel x reader #beelzebub x reader #beel x reader #beel x you #obey me beelzebub x reader #obey me diavolo x reader #obey me diavolo x you #diavolo x reader #diavolo x you #diavolo x y/n

[viperiti]

i think its just the fever but i cannot stop thinking about going on lil mall dates with yuno... holding eachother's bags as the other tries on clothes, getting a bunch of those matching couple outfits. yuno would help you decide on a dress if you can't choose, that doesn't mean its not hard for her too. she thinks you look stunning in anything you wear. and when you're done she'll take you to either your favorite store or the food court — your choice, and buy you anything you want with the little bit of money she stashed away just for this <3

#lovelorn musings — ☆ #can i tag this as writing #📂 writings.txt #milgram x reader #yuno kashiki x reader

[theburnedoutnerd]

After writing an entire dramatic scenario between ex lovers in my head on Monday, yesterday I was able to not only put the words down, but also evoke the exact emotions I wanted.

🥹🥹🥹

I didn't think I could do it, but the pain pushed me through it.

#i was trying not cry as i wrote #which is exactly how i get my best stuff #sometimes you have to feel the emotions in real time #2.1k words in like 2 hours #like the boss bitch i am #my writings.txt

[worstfuture]

#001: The Pet Project

A short story about purpose and the creative process.

After 8 months of tiring, stressful, monotonous work, we did it. We had the app, its front-end and back-end vigorously tested, all the legal questions answered and all the user-end contracts written up - no loopholes or potential for misinterpretation. The Pet Project was ready to go live, and it was most definitely not a cult. Legally, anyway.

It came to you at your worst. A way to solve all the floundering and hopelessness you couldn't escape, to give people like yourself an actual purpose. Half dating app, half adoption service, half maid-for-hire posting board, full of sly dogwhistles targeting only the most damaged of people like you. Using the app itself didn't bind or ensnare you in anything insidious - it was exactly as it described itself to be. But it provided the resources, the contracts and the framework, to form the kinds of relationships you longed for - someone to live for, in a place where you'd finally be safe.

It wasn't the kind of thing you could fund easily, though. It was all done out of your own pocket. You had some rudimentary programming knowledge, though it hadn't seen any use for years - the first couple of months were fruitless, producing only a handful of scrapped client prototypes and some amateurish logo designs. It was a bitter pill, but you swallowed it and went out looking for help.

None of them could really know what they were working on. It was too important, and you knew they'd question the ethics. So you hired three of them, set yourself up as the project manager, and told them you were handling everything else yourself. They never knew each other, even now.

There was Maya, and she handled the legal side. You met her once at a careers fair, when you were strongarmed into representing your company as a "great example of our diversity practices". Meeting her helped stave off the anxiety, and as far as you could tell, she only clocked you from the trans flag pin they had you wear. You hit it off with her pretty easily, though you couldn't match her bubbly enthusiasm, either for legal studies or the trans life as a whole. After a couple dates that went nowhere, you kept in touch somewhat.

Hearing a very rough pitch for your idea, her giddy enthusiasm reared its head again, though you couldn't really answer many of her questions at all. She wanted to know everything, and that... Just wasn't a good idea. Still, she was more than happy to help, even offering to work for less than your lowball offer - you felt bad, but she flat out refused to take any more from you. You made sure to pay for the coffee, the drinks, the movie, every time you met with her after that - it was her enjoyment of the whole thing that drove you forwards some days.

Dani was someone you'd known since you were around 15, who only ever referred to herself as an "autistic failson" - and given everything she told you about her life, you'd struggle to say she was wrong. You met on one of the many failed forums she'd set up and taken down over the years, places she'd tried to establish a community of trans girls unlike all the others - and when they devolved into long threads of dysphoria posting and drama, she'd scrap the whole thing, redirect the domain to gore videos, and start up a new one. The most success she'd had was on her discord server, but she refused to see that as a community. She wanted to make something independent, aesthetically pleasing, and just a little bit scary - she was the perfect fit for your backend developer.

You tried to keep her in the dark about what you were really making, but she twigged pretty quickly. She knew you, and you'd spent years back-and-forth spitballing psychosexual concepts. She was on board immediately, and she was convinced it would change the world. It wouldn't, but with how passionately she talked about it, you almost found yourself believing her.

Then there was Jade. Jade was someone you always had a bad feeling about, even now. At first, she seemed... Normal. Like, really, really normal. Cis, but as well, just... A normie. You didn't really get a lot of her jokes, or references, or... Anything she said, but she was nice to you. You were both assigned to do pair programming when you first got your job, and she was always asking things you didn't really know how to answer. What it's like being you, how you dress when you're not at work, what pills you take, and so on. It was clear she clocked you from day one, but it was clear she meant well. She was the only person you really talked to at work, but it's not like you had anything in common. Or so you thought.

You and her usually went for drinks after work at the end of the week, and by the end of the night, she'd disappeared with someone she'd met that night, and you'd be left to get yourself home. She'd never bring it up or talk about it either, so you figured that was just... Normal for her. It was like that every time, until the one night she got way too drunk. She could barely stand, and you knew from the stares you were getting, they either wanted her out, or they thought you'd spiked her. When the bouncer at the door asked if she knew the "guy" she was going home with, something must have clicked in her. Immediately, she seemed to regain her senses. She practically exploded, yelling "what fucking guy?", singing her "bestie's" praises in one sentence and threatening to outright kill the next person to give her shit in the other. Soon as you got in the taxi, she was practically crying, trying to wipe away your nonexistent tears and comfort you with threats towards anyone who even looks at you wrong. All... Oddly sober.

When the cab got to her place, she hurried you in with her, refusing to hear no for an answer. And when you saw her flat, it all clicked into place. Dog cage, gaming PC, RGB lighting, razors on the nightstand, straight up porn framed on the walls. Before you could ask about any of it, she'd grabbed your hand, led you to the bed, and pushed you onto it. Then, she asked you that question, the one you're still working out how to answer; "Please tell me, how fucked up are you?"

You didn't get a chance to respond. You froze up while she stared at you after that. Then... Nothing. Her gaze relaxed, and her hand drifted from her purse to her head, clutching it like she was thinking. You tried to ask her if she was okay, before she cut you off, snarling "I'm fine". The silence after that was deafening. Then suddenly, she resumed the drunk act, making sure to state how drunk she was, slurring her words while asking if you wanted to crash there tonight. She curled up on the bed, facing away from you, grabbing your arm and wrapping hers around it. You laid there for what felt like hours, surveying the room, all the illustrated porn on the walls, the tablet on her desk, before working up the courage to ask her.

"Hey."

"Mmh?"

"I'm working on something big. Wanna help?"

"What is it?"

And you told her everything. And with every detail, she sat more upright, her eyes widening, watching, listening, with her look of fascination turning to a trance-like wonder as you veered into the reasons why you wanted, no, needed to make this. And she got it. She didn't ask any questions about it. She said yes. But with one condition.

"When it's all done, can you help me with mine?"

You asked what. She was silent. Finally, she shook her head.

"I'll tell you when we're done with yours."

And like that, you had your artist. You never talked about that night again, but the project was underway. For the rest of its duration, you never talked about anything else, and you never talked to anyone else. You fulfilled your duties doing the front-end, with Dani on the back end, consulting with Maya for the legal side, and working with Jade to bring the aesthetics all together.

And just like that, it was done.

You weren't really sure how to feel. There was nothing more to do. You never really had a plan for advertising, other than dropping it into some trans spaces and letting word of mouth do its thing. And now... It scared you.

What even was this thing? Some kink-as-a-lifestyle dating app? A way to sign yourself up for a hyperspecific contract-bound fantasy? An adoption app for fully grown adults? Hell, who the fuck would even use this? Roleplayers, abusers, people who don't know what they're getting themselves into? It's all there, but the concept itself is... Shaky at best. What the fuck?

You had to ask them. Maya at least deserves to know what she's been working on. Maybe they'll have ideas.

Maya was... Honestly, kind of horrified. Half because of the thing itself, but moreso because you'd been lying to her all this time. She really thought it was just something for trans people to find trans live-in maids, for a little bit of kinky fun. When you tried to explain why you wanted to make it, she just got worried. About you. She didn't really know what to make of it all, but she wanted to be here for you, and... Yeah, no. You don't want to be pitied. You dipped from that one.

Dani still thought it'd change the world. There's tons of trans girls out there who want this, on both sides, so why wouldn't it be a good thing? Apart from, yknow, everything you just said. She didn't want to hear it. She was convinced you were just flaking because you didn't really want to deal with the obligations of being a "webmaster", whatever the fuck that meant. Fuck her, she's literally a jannie.

And Jade... Kind of got it. She said she understood, but a lot of work went into this, and it's not the kind of thing that could be easily repurposed. And she raised a good point - it doesn't need to launch now. We could wait on it. And... She got at something you hadn't really thought about. Maybe having some purpose made this whole thing seem a little... Redundant. So with time, it might seem important again. But if it's purpose that you wanted, she had something. Her thing.

So you asked.

And she's going to tell you. At her place, tomorrow. You're both calling in sick to work, and making a day of it. She hasn't really let on yet, but she says you'll find it's... Kind of the right call, really.

Sounds fun.

#empty spaces #short story #dollposting #writings.txt

[anesica]

Dear past me,

Hello! I reckon life must be very confusing right now. Always getting uncomfortable to the point of crying whenever you get shipped with a classmate, but not knowing the reason why... Feeling super humiliated because while a lot of people don't appreciate getting shipped randomly, no one else cried non-stop from the start of the class until it's time to go home? Add in your shyness, and it becomes so, so embarassing. Even your guardian has stopped getting worried if they find you crying when they pick you up from school. They will immediately understand that you cried from the exact same reason again.

After that, the years your friends develop romantic interest in other people will begin. Having been raised to prioritize academics over romantic life, you will consider yourself as a model student, and sadly end up looking down on other kids. You openly state your opinions on how ridiculous crushes and dating are. You never respond compassionately whenever your friends come vent to you regarding romantic stuff.

Eventually, they drifted away. Without you knowing why. And it will hurt.

Slowly, you become friends with people who do enjoy romantic stuff, but don't shove it into your face. Slowly, you also learn that you're the odd one out for not feeling romantic attraction nor interest in romantic stuff. Slowly, you learn to co-exist in peace. You learn that people cannot help feeling romantic attraction, and desire to date, and heartbreaks, and that it doesn't mean they're immature or not thinking about the future. You learn to accept that, maybe, maybe you're different. And that's okay! Being different doesn't mean one of you is superior—you're just different! And both are good in their own way!

And one day... you discover the word 'aromantic'.

Aromantic

adjective | ˌā-rō-ˈman-tik

Feeling little to no romantic attraction towards others; or experiencing romantic attraction in a non-normative way.

The day you find that word will be life-changing. It will open up a whole new world for you to explore. It will teach you many, many new perspectives regarding romantic love. You start to ponder about how you feel regarding romance, because discovering aromanticism will teach you that every single person is free to feel however they want regarding romance. It's okay to love it, it's okay to hate it, it's okay to be neutral. All that matters is that you respect others' stances and boundaries, and not force your boundaries unto someone else!

Your journey into the aromanticism spectrum will also bring you to a community. This community isn't only filled by aromantic people—who are already diverse enough—but also with other a-spectrum (aspec) people. There are asexuals, aplatonics, and many others! Each one will hold different preferences and views regarding attraction. Your time there will teach you that it's okay to be uncomfortable with romance being forced at you! It doesn't mean you're no fun! It's okay to have boundaries, and it's okay if you're different from your peers!

Eventually, you will feel secure enough in your aversion towards romance. Once you feel secure enough, ironically, it will become so much easier to respect people who do feel romantic attraction (called alloromantics). How so? Well, the community believes that everyone is free to surround themselves with as much or as little romantic stuff as they want. It should be an individual's basic right, and nobody has the right to shame others. After grasping this basic fact, and knowing that there are alloromantics who will respect your dislike for romance and won't force you to date someone... It also becomes so much easier to respect them. How do I say it... Knowing they preach what they say about not breaking others' boundaries will make it easier to appreciate their right to like romance! It's embracing the fact that you not liking romance doesn't mean you're allowed to mock others for prioritizing romance, and others liking romance doesn't mean they have the right to mock you for being uncomfortable with romance.

Another important thing that you will learn is that it's okay to dislike romance in real life but still liking romantic media! Enjoying romantic fiction doesn't make you a hypocrite—it's perfectly allowed! Of course there are aromantics who also dislike romantic media, but it doesn't mean you have to prove the validity of your aromanticism by pretending to dislike romantic media, too! Each aromantics are different individuals, so of course each person will have different preferences regarding fiction, and that's okay!

All in all, to me ten years in the past,

I hope I can show myself to you and show you how much I've grown comfortable with my orientation. I'm not gonna say you will always hold a perfect mindset regarding romance, because you will indeed hurt your friends by looking down on their romantic life. But what I can promise you is that an open minded community will welcome you and slowly help you unlearn the harmful mindsets. You will grow up into someone who's respectful of all orientations. You will be able to feel proud about your aromanticism without resorting to bad-mouthing alloromantics. It won't be an easy journey, but you got this. And the long journey will all be worth it!

From me, ten years in the future 💚

#fancy writings.txt #aromantic #happy pride month! #if you've ever seen this piece on a certain otome game with forum-like planets #i originally wrote this piece on that game #posting it here too because i like it and it's pride month lol

[love-and-starshine]

PLEASE tell us more about you and toby :O how did you guys meet? how did you both confess/start dating? you’re so cute together!! :D *starts chanting ‘otp! otp!* - Ris (selfshipgeek)

ASDFGHJSDFGH I’D BE HAPPY TO!! :D Thank you Ris!! ;w;

So Toby works with this team of geniuses that solves various problems, and my s/i Skylar’s uncle is part of the team. When Skylar moves to their city to get away from some problems she’s been having, she spends more time with her uncle, which leads him to introducing her to his chosen family, the aforementioned team!

Sky’s shy and doesn’t really mix well with people at that point in her life, so she doesn’t really care to make friends with the team too much. She figures it’s not gonna last anyway, nothing ever does, so why bother? She’s not mean or anything, just really indifferent and lowkey uncomfortable with the whole thing, but couldn’t say no to her uncle. She’s irritated by Toby the most at first since he notices her defensive behavior and says something about it. Annoying pretty boy, what do you know, right?

While her uncle steps out for some coffee and effectively leaves her there to get to know the others, she decides that ‘yeah no I’m not dealing with this’ and slips out to hide in her uncle’s car, figuring out she can wait for him to come back so the two could be on their way to whatever they were supposed to do next. But the team gets a time sensitive case and splits up! And, due to some shenanigans, who else but Toby (and Paige) happens to take her uncle’s car when they scramble to leave to different parts of the city.

There’s some humorous ‘oh shit I didn’t know anyone was here’ / ‘fuck is the car moving’ moments, but due to their time pressure they have no choice but to just let Sky tag along when they go and meet some bad guys to sneak some information from them or something. When they get there, Sky is ordered to stay in the car, but thankfully she doesn’t, since the situation goes sideways when Toby and Paige have to pretend to be some buyers of some dangerous tech or some such, but don’t speak the language the buyers are supposed to speak. Sky does, since she’s a polyglot (a person who speaks multiple languages, seriously Many languages in this case), and she steps in to con the bad guys. She has the time of her life, she ends up joining the team since her language skills are seen as an asset, and Toby is thoroughly impressed and intrigued by the evasive newcomer. And obviously grows super smitten with her.

And as for their confession/dating, it gets complicated with Sky being a stubborn ass about having ~feelings~ and Toby just kinda being “yeah I’ve been flirting with you for the past year, you must have noticed”. There’s a lot of mutual pining involved because of course there is. Eventually Toby confesses first, in a “well might as well because we might die” moment and Sky just promptly goes “uhhhh same but brain.exe has stopped working, call back later”. She loves him too but doesn’t know how to deal with it, it’s a whole Thing with them kinda dancing around the obvious until Sky gets her shit together. He’s really chill about it though, he’s very patient and since reading people is kinda his whole thing, he knows she’s working through stuff in her own way and needs a bit more time than he does. And when they finally do get together, it’s like super sweet and supportive and stuff.

I’m sorry, this got super long asdfghjkl... I have Feelings!!

#asks #selfshipgeek #thank you ris for enabling my dorkiness #i appreciate it so so much and i appreciate you!! #also lol @ my ship is basically me looking at toby's canon ship and going: it's free real estate :3 #well most of it isn't really just the They Have Problems part i guess #but i also relate a lot to the other party in said ship sooooo y'know #inspired by canon but also canon is a piece of clay that i'm gonna make into something Different #i'm rambling i'm sorry i am sleepy lol #writings.txt #tba toby tag #also i cry you're so sweet ris thank u #Anonymous

[aph-netherlands]

I am not the best artist, but I am still an artist. I am not the best writer, but I am still a writer. I am not the best pianist. but I am still a pianist. I am not the best at reading music, but I can still play. I am not the best singer, but I am still a singer. I am not the best at language, but I still speak them. But still, I am frustrated. For I am not perfect.

No, I will never be perfect. I am not good at math. I am not good at science. I am not good at many things.

But I need not be frustrated, For I do not need to be. I do not need the approval of a 100, versus a 0. I do not need to know everything, for no one does.

I am skilled. I am smart. I am creative. I am unique.

I was not taught, but I still learned. I was taught some, but I exceeded that knowledge. I am young, but I am not uneducated. Yes, I am young. And I have a lot more life to live. I will not be perfect, and will never be. But I am something. Something for generations of old to fear. For they always fear the unknown. And who has ever heard of an independent learner?

- some thoughts from the depths of my mind, put into a very long poem.

#ignore this ksdfskj #writings.txt

[peachyhitachiin-blog]

anon: Imagine the hosts finding out that their significant others were being gossiped about by rich snobs

tamaki:

okay so tamaki would be absolutely pissed, like you talk about his date mate and he’ll fucking fight. no questions asked. he just won’t have that nonsense, he knows his date mate is absolutely perfect and that those snobs are just absolutely jealous of them.

kyoya:

THIS BOY. THIS FUCKING BOY, HE WOULD FIND EVERYTHING ABOUT THOSE SNOBS, HE WOULD FIND ALL OF THEIR WEAKNESSES JUST FOR HIS DATE MATE. he would use this to his advantage.

haruhi:

okay so haruhi would definitely be upset. she would yell, we all know that when she’s mad she doesn’t take anybody’s shit. like, she’s small but she can get very intimidating when she needs to be.

takashi:

takashi…. where do i even begin with this boy.. he’s very intimidating, he definitely will NOT have anybody’s shit. his deep ass voice is probably the thing that would be really scary towards those rich bitches, (if they were females, they would probably try flirting with him and they would try and act all innocent but, he would tell them off because he only loves his date mate.)

mitsukuni:

violence, that’s how he solves this so they know not to mess with his precious date mate.

kaoru:

okay so kaoru i think would just constantly ask if they’re okay. he doesn’t want them to be sad but he also would try and roast the shit out of them

hikaru:

he would play constant mind games with them, he wouldn’t even have to try because he’s so mischievous.

#writings.txt #tamaki senpai #tamaki suoh #takashi morinozuka #hitachiin twins #mitsukuni haninozuka #kaoru hitachiin #hikaru hitachiin #haruhi fujioka #kyoya senpai #kyoya ootori #ohshc imagines #ouran academy #ohshc #ouran high school host club

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[star-centric]

A random thought that came to me but I just loveeee Lucifer being so soft/clingy and trying to deny it.

Lucifer being the type to tell his brothers to leave you alone and give you your space after you return to the human realm, but still finds himself absentmindedly clicking on your text thread, thumb hovering over the send button with words already typed out. He scoffs and finally gets some sense into him, he doesn’t need to bother you (but instead he scrolls through the past messages, and can’t bring himself to delete those or the message he was about to send).

The house is quiet without you around, and even though his brothers complain about your absence still, he tells them to just deal with it. This couldn’t be your home forever, he knew that- but he still finds himself stopping in front of your door as he makes his nightly rounds. The silence gets to Lucifer too, and his fingers linger on the door knob for far too long. Your room is still the same as you left it, and it takes Lucifer a few moments of sitting on your bed to realize that he even stepped foot into the room. It takes him even longer to leave, wanting to keep taking in your scent as if you were still here. (He didn’t want to break out of the illusion just yet).

Lucifer gets lost in his thoughts more ever since you left, the memories of you consuming his mind by the day. He knew the moment was inevitable- that you would had had to return back to your home eventually. But by Diavolo, he didn’t think it would affect him this immensely.

His pride won’t let him admit out loud, but he misses you so much. He craves your touch, your presence, your lips, everything- he finds it hard to unwind from the day without knowing your current state. Even his aged bottle of Demonus does nothing to relax his nerves since you’re not here.

When Lord Diavolo needs to head to the human realm for a small errand, Lucifer wastes no time in offering to go in his place. He argues that Diavolo has more important tasks that take precedent than this, and his dear friend laughs it off, no doubt picking up on why he really wants to go. He would tease him more, but why waste anymore of his time? Diavolo wishes him safe travels, and Lucifer proceeds to ignore his and Barbatos knowing smirks.

It doesn’t take long for Lucifer to reach his destination and take care of the errand. He’s trying to convince himself that he’s just taking a small break before returning back to his work in the Devildom, taking in the fresh air and sun at a small cafe. The black coffee he’s sipping on is nowhere near the bitterness he’s used to from the hell coffee that you make him, but it would make due.

He’s almost done when he hears his name called, and turns around to see you, frozen and mouth agape. He doesn’t complain when you come barreling towards him, shock wearing off as you grin ear to ear practically jumping onto him-

He doesn’t complain, instead taking you in and holding you tight, not even hiding his smile.

It’s no secret that Lucifer, along with everyone else, wants you back home. He knows that eventually he’ll get back to work, but is it so wrong to make sure that you’re safe with his own eyes?

He keeps trying to convince himself of that being the only reason why he’s sharing this moment with you, but after you pepper him with kisses, even he can’t believe his own lies.

Lucifer really does miss you.

#writings.txts #obeyme.txts #myloves.txts #obey me x gn!reader #obey me x reader #obey me x gn!mc #obey me x gender neutral reader #obey me lucifer x you #obey me lucifer x reader #lucifer x reader

[star-centric]

Pairing: Mammon x Gender!Neutral Reader

Note: saw this prompt list and immediately had to do Mammon- reader is gender neutral

CW: fluff, Mammon and reader are adorkable, bonus ending!

PROMPT — sleeping in the same bed, as they’d often do, but one morning waking up cuddling

It wasn’t usual for you and Mammon to share a bed.

Nights cramming for exams neither of you could afford to fail, slurping down noodles watching the latest action movie, or even comforting one another after a rough day. It didn’t matter if it was in your room or his, you both would find your way next to one another in bed.

But this morning was different.

Instead of waking up to Mammon’s form hanging halfway off of the bed, you woke up to his chest, arms wrapped tightly around one another.

Any drowsiness from before quickly washed away when you realized what position you were in.

You meekly gasped before trying to untangle your form from his, but he mumbled something in his sleep before his grip tightened, effectively ruining your plan.

You were not only embarrassed, but trapped- you were growing more flustered by the second. You’ve been close with Mammon before, skin to skin contact wasn’t that rare between you, but this was…different. More intimate.

He looked fully relaxed, white locks ruffled as he nuzzled into you more, his bits of rambling becoming more understandable.

“Mm jus’ one more MC…”

A small part of you wanted to wake him up- but another part of you wanted to stay in his arms.

“…don’t leave...” He buried his head into the crook of your neck, causing you to let out a squeak.

You combed your fingers through his hair, him sighing and chest rumbling as he let out a purr, snuggling more into you.

It was the weekend, so Lucifer wouldn’t mind if you guys slept in a little longer…

Bonus!:

Mammon was having an amazing dream, one that made his cheeks turn red and has him fighting a losing battle trying not to smile- it’s the same result he has every time he dreams of you.

Even now, with you praising him and peppering his face with kisses, he couldn’t get enough- he was fine not waking up from this dream!

But just as you were about to tell him you love him- he was waking up. He was rubbing at his bleary eyes when he felt you snuggle into him- and then it clicked.

He was holding you in his arms.

You were curled into his side.

You guys were cuddling.

It took everything in him not to scream and wake you up- not because he wanted you off of him, but because he couldn’t believe this was happening. Is this how Levi feels with his otaku stuff?!

Mammon felt his heart was about to beat out his chest, fingers shaking as he struggled to calm himself. This wasn’t the first time he held you, but it was the first time he held you like this-

And honestly, he didn’t want to let you go.

“You give me a lot of trouble, ya know that human? You drive me crazy!” Mammon pouted, before flipping you over to rest on his chest. “Makin’ me feel like this-and you’re not even awake!”

He continued to grumble on, before you nestled into him, softly murmuring something before giggling. He could have sworn he heard his name. The thought caused him to turn quiet, the tip of his ears burning red.

Mammon huffed before bringing the blanket up over you both, glancing at you sleeping peacefully. Any traces of his so-called irritation melted away, and was replaced with a soft look.

“You’re lucky that I love you so much.”

#writings.txts #obeyme.txts #obey me x y/n #obey me x gender neutral reader #obey me x reader #obey me x you #obey me mammon x reader #mammon x reader #mammon x y/n #mammon x you #obey me mammon x you #obey me mammon x y/n

[star-centric]

Ooo somewhat angsty request: when would be the first time MC saw each of the obey me brothers cry, and what's the best way to support them in that situation?

PAIRINGS: Obey Me Brothers x Gender Neutral!Reader

NOTE: *rubs hands together menacingly* I’ve been waiting for this one 😈 I definitely see myself exploring this idea again in the future (or even redoing this, idk yet tho 👀)

CW: angst (but not soul crushing), all of the guys are very vulnerable in this, gender neutral reader, minor spoilers for the first game (don’t worry, it’s not about *that* scene), no NB spoilers since I’m behind in the game </3

When you see LUCIFER cry for the first time, it was late at night, where he believed that he was the only soul awake in the house- until you poked your head in the study, concern etched on your face.

He had one of his cursed records playing, the gentle music softly filling the air as he poured another glass of Demonus, gloves long forgotten. The simple smile he wore on his face only was a mask of what he was feeling.

He looked so…tired. So defeated.

“I try to give my brothers a good life- a life not only reminiscent of the one they lost from before, but a life even better than that. A life that they deserve.” He began, finger toying with the rim of his glass. “But I failed.”

You remained quiet as Lucifer let out a bitter laugh, “I failed- I let all of them down. I let down my brothers, I let down Lord Diavolo, I let down Michael, I let down my Father- all of them. I‘ve became a disappointment in the Celestial Realm, and I’m continuing to do so even now in the Devildom.”

You’ve never seen Lucifer so vulnerable before- you’ve always seen him act so unbothered, his pride refusing to let him reveal too much. He’s always been the one to lead, the one his family would go to for anything, the one that would sacrifice himself without a moment’s hesitation. He was the glue holding everything together, but everything wears thin with time.

He picked up the glass, swirling it around before setting back down with a harsh thud, sighing.

“I’ve let you all down. And that in and of itself is unforgivable-“

Lucifer flinched when he felt your hand on his cheek, thumb gently wiping under his eye. He was confused for a moment before he felt something wet trail down his other cheek. He wiped at it only to notice his vision getting a bit blurry-

How long has it been since he cried?

A few of his tear drops landed on his documents below, yet as he glanced up at you, you didn’t say a word. You didn’t point out how unguarded he was being, you didn’t interrupt him- you merely listened and wiped away his tears with a gentle smile lining your cheeks.

Lucifer couldn’t stop his tears after that, and he found himself grasping onto you as they continued.

When you see MAMMON cry for the first time, it’s in your room.

He was avoiding everyone today including you, and while it left you worried, you gave him some space. When you got back to your room, you noticed the door ajar- and when you opened it fully, you noticed a figure curled into your bed, a mop of messy white hair poking out from your blankets. You peeked over to see if he was asleep-

You didn’t have time to react as he grabbed and pulled you down to him.

Mammon buried his head into the crook of your neck and tightened his arms around you, hiding his face completely.

You wanted to ask what was wrong- what he was going through, for him to talk to you- but no words needed to be exchanged as he shook in your grasp, feeling your shirt getting damp. You didn’t have it in you to ask anymore.

All you did was comb your fingers through his locks as he quietly sobbed.

You’re not sure how long you stayed there, curled up against one another, but he eventually went still, soft snores passing through his lips.

It didn’t matter what the issue was- whether it was just a bad day or worse- you would always be there for him.

When you see LEVIATHAN cry for the first time, it’s in the privacy of his room.

You were binge-watching a new anime, one that had you both invested. It was about an immortal finding love after centuries- you were surprised Levi wanted to finish watching it after discovering it was a romance, but you were glad nonetheless (even if he couldn’t hide his flushed face).

You were nearing the end of the series when you heard sniffling.

You glanced to see Levi with tears building up in his eyes, threatening to fall.

You tried to look away but he already caught you staring.

The tips of his ears were burning red as he flinched, “Don’t- don’t look at me MC!”

“Levi, you know there’s nothing wrong with crying right?”

“Sti-Still! It’s embarrassing!”

“There’s nothing to be embarrassed about! It’s sad, it’s emotional-“ you explained. “If it makes you feel better, I kinda want to cry too.” Which wasn’t a lie- your eyes were starting to sting a little. You knew how the outcome was going to be for the main characters, but it still felt like a gut punch to see.

You didn’t want to overwhelm Levi, so you gently linked your pinkie with his. You were happy that he didn’t flinch away from you this time.

“Just know that you’re not alone, okay?”

Levi shyly nodded his head, and you felt him slightly squeeze your pinkie. He knew that he wasn’t, but that wasn’t what got him emotional.

What got him emotional was seeing the immortal, holding their elderly lover in his arms as they passed on. The lover aged as time passed, but the immortal stayed the same- except they were alone again like how they were centuries ago.

No matter how many happy moments the characters had in the show together, it was bound to end in tragedy.

And it brought Levi back to reality.

Back to the reality that he would eventually lose you in the same way.

When you see SATAN cry for the first time, it was in his demon form.

You’ve seen him before like this after he lashed out in the past, spiky tail whipping furiously behind him, green eyes showing nothing but fury. You know that he tries to keep his anger under control, but it still got the best of him at times.

But you didn’t see any anger this time.

You only saw anguish.

There Satan was, kneeled on the ground with tears welling up in his eyes with ripped and scattered objects tossed around the room, a result of destructive rage from before.

“I’ll never been seen for myself, will I?”

Satan’s eyes stayed on the ground, never meeting your own. “I’ll only ever be seen as my sin, as an extension of my older brother- never as myself.”

He shoulders trembled as he let out a bitter laugh that filled the room.

“I know I shouldn’t expect anything different. I should be used to it by now, but- why does it still bother me?”

His smile did nothing to hide his pain, crystal tears cascading down his cheeks.

“Why does it still hurt MC?”

You joined him on the floor and pulled him in your arms, holding onto him as he broke down.

When you see ASMODEUS cry for the first time, you thought it was a ploy at first.

You’ve seen Asmo bring tears to his eyes on a whim when he’s trying to get his way or be dramatic, so to see the same thing happen now wasn’t anything new. You were painting each others nails when you asked him if he’s ever been in love before-

“Of course MC! I love all of my fans dearly and they love me-“

“No, not that kind of love. Like true love- has someone ever told you they love you genuinely?”

“Hm, I don’t…”

When you saw the dejected look in his eyes, you became aware that it wasn’t a ploy at all.

You didn’t look up when he went quiet, concentrating on finishing the final coat on his nails. It wasn’t until you saw something wet drip onto his hand that made you glance up, seeing a single tear roll down his cheek with a forced smile.

“…I don’t know.” He choked out.

Asmo always soaked in the admiration from his fans- but that’s all it was, admiration. They loved the Asmo that they saw in the Fall, the Asmo that they saw on Devilgram- they loved the Asmo that they saw, but did they really know him enough to say they truly love him?

Did they love the Asmo you see or Asmodeus, the Avatar of Lust?

“People love me and I love my fans, but why does it still feel so empty?” The smile on his face that he was so used to flashing soon fell, more tears steadily rolling down his flushed cheeks.

Despite what his sin is, Asmo did believe in true love. He believed that one day he found find someone to pour his heart and soul into and get the same in return. Even after he fell and lost his beautiful wings, he still held on to his wish of finding that person.

He started to imagine that person was you.

But he was scared that you didn’t picture him that way. That you only saw him as the Avatar of Lust.

For once, Asmo felt insecure, and he could do nothing but soak in the warmth he was afraid of losing as you held him sobbing.

When you saw BEELZEBUB cry for the first time, it catches you off guard.

You only went to grab some water, waking up and walking to the kitchen in your dazed state.

It wasn’t a surprise to see Beel there with a meal- but it was a surprise to see him wiping away tears, food untouched.

Any sleepiness washed away when you rushed to him, already by his side, asking him what’s wrong.

“I had another nightmare.” He sniffled, refusing to make eye contact with his body tense. “About Lilith.”

Your breath hitched- Beel told you once about his nightmares, but never what it was about. You only assumed how horrible it was from the faraway look he had in his eyes. It never crossed your mind that it was about his sister-

“I saw her MC- it’s always the same,” Beel balled up his fists, baring his fangs. “I’m always too late to save her- why couldn’t I save her?!”

He was no longer hiding his frustration or tears, which were freely rolling down his cheeks. All you could do was listen as he tried his best not to break down under the kitchen lights.

“You protected her, Beel.” You softly spoke, reaching to hold his hand. “You all did more than enough to protect her, and I know that she doesn’t blame you.” You lightly squeezed his hand, “She knows that it’s not your fault. None of it was.”

You’re not sure how long you sat there holding Beel, sobbing out broken apologies to his dear sister who would never hear them.

When you see BELPHEGOR cry for the first time, it was in his sleep.

You spent the night in the twins room, bundled up next to him as you were beginning to doze off. Belphie clung on to you, mumbling something incoherent as he slept. But before you could get lost in your dreams, you felt his grip growing tighter around you.

You brushed off the minor discomfort, only turning to then hear something that truly woke you up-

Belphie whimpering.

You blinked away any sleepiness, turning to see his face twisted in pain, fresh tear staining his cheeks. His hands were clenching onto you tight, whimpering soon turning into a chorus of “no” and “please”.

You shook him awake before he could continue, hair stuck to his forehead as his eyes shot open, panting. He scanned the room before landing on you, pulling you closer into him, hiding his face in the crook of your neck. No doubt he had a nightmare.

“Do you want to talk about it?”

Belphie took a long pause. “…Everyone hated and blamed me for everything, for all of our problems. You all forced me to leave, and I was casted out of my home- again.”

You did nothing but soothe him as you felt him tremble again, your neck becoming damp as he started to quietly sob. “You know that won’t ever happen Belphie-“

“I don’t want to talk about it anymore. Just- stay with me…please?”

“Of course.”

You felt his tail wrap around your waist as he sobbed out a thank you. You combed your fingers through his locks, lulling him back to sleep- hopefully to better dreams.

#writings.txts #messages.txts #obeyme.txts #obey me x reader #obey me x gender neutral reader #obey me x you #obey me x y/n #obey me luci x reader #obey me lucifer x you #obey me lucifer x reader #obey me mammon x you #obey me mammon x reader #obey me levi x reader #obey me leviathan x reader #levi x y/n #levi x you #obey me satan x you #obey me satan x reader #satan x reader #obey me asmo x reader #asmodeus x reader #beel x reader #obey me beel x reader #obey me beelzebub x reader #obey me belphagor x reader #obey me belphie x reader

[star-centric]

Dazai as a househusband would make you late to work almost every day.

He really isn’t trying to (maybe), but how could he let you leave so easily just after one kiss? He’s already pouting when you’re dressed and halfway out the door before he pulls you in for a goodbye kiss, your lips soft and inviting as always. It’s always just a promise of “just one more”, but one soon turns to two, which turns to three-

It’s hard to pull yourself away, sinking deeper into his hold as his fingers find and dance their way on your waist. It’s easy to get lost in it-until your phone starts blaring with your “I’m late” alarm, which has you pressing your lips clumsily against his really for the final time, yelling out an I love you before racing out the door, refusing to look back at his cute pout. Just a glance would make your steps falter and end up back in his arms (you would know, you fell for it more than once).

You don’t know how or why you keep falling for this (you do know the reason why, you’re just weak when it comes to him and you really don’t want to leave without some more kisses either).

#this has been sitting in my drafts FOREVER #and I mean it really #like a few days since I made this blog to be exact 😭😭 #writings.txts #bsd.txts #bsd dazai x reader #bsd dazai x gender neutral reader #bsd x reader #bsd x y/n #bsd x you #bsd x gender neutral reader #bungo stray dogs x you #bungo stray dogs x reader #dazai osamu x reader #dazai osamu x you #dazai osamu x y/n #dazai osamu x gender neutral reader

[star-centric]

*credit for dividers: @/saradika !!

“Is it okay if I stay with you?”

Belphie’s eyes scanned over your form- layered bags under your own reddening orbs, fingers squeezing the bottom of your shirt, voice on the verge of cracking.

There was no doubt about it- you had a nightmare. He’s been in your position plenty of times, especially after the fall.

“I promise I won’t mess with your sleep, and I’ll leave as soon as I start getting sleepy-“

He gently grabbed at your hand, stopping your rambling and closing the door behind him. No words were exchanged as both advanced the stairs leading into the attic.

There were already blankets spread out, lumps of pillows scattered around- it all looked so inviting, but he could tell that you were still hesitant on sleeping.

Belphie guided you into the pile anyway, throwing a blanket over you both.

“Here.” He nudged the familiar cow patterned pillow into your arms that you hesitantly took. “It always helps me sleep easier.”

The dimmed lights above you plus the warmth from the covers were making your eyes droop, but Belphie could see you fighting to stay awake.

“Sleeping up here has always been the best. It’s like being in your own world, away from everything.”

Belphie let his tail out, the end of it brushing against your ankle. He smiled at the soft laugh you let out.

He curled around you like he would with his pillow, burying his face into your neck. “You don’t have to keep fighting it- I promise I won’t let anything happen to you.”

He let a bit of his power flow and felt your breath steady instantly. You relaxed in his hold, soft snores escaping your lips.

Belphie would make sure that your dreams were nothing like before- and that they would only bring you the peace that you bring to him everyday.

—-

It wasn’t surprising to see Belphie missing from breakfast, but he did raise an eyebrow at your empty chair. A look at Beel said you were both sleeping in the attic.

Belphie sleeping in this late was normal, but you? It made him suspicious.

He peered into the twins room to an empty bed, meaning the only place left was the attic. He climbed the stairs, the door creaking as he looked inside, ready to reprimand you both-

What Lucifer saw caused him reconsider.

There you were, curled up into Belphie’s arms with his tail wrapped around you. The sight of your puffy eyes made him concerned, but the small smile on your face made it wash away.

He suppose that he could give you both a few more moments of rest.

#writings.txts #obeyme.txts #obey me x gn!reader #obey me x gn!mc #obey me x gender neutral reader #obey me x reader #obey me x y/n #obey me x you #obey me belphie x reader #obey me belphagor x reader #belphegor x reader #belphie x reader #belphegor x you

[star-centric]

Hello! 😊 How are you? Can I request some platonic!Eraserhead headcanons? 😁

Maybe about him adopting a little girl he saved during a mission he went right after officially becoming a hero? I don’t think he'd normally keep a random kid like that, but he got attached to her! 🤗

CHARACTERS: Eraserhead (Aizawa Shota) and Child!Female!Reader (platonic)

NOTE: any scenario that makes Aizawa soft is my favorite <33

CW: female reader, a small mention of violence (nothing against reader), fluff, platonic/family trope

Aizawa never really thought about his future besides from becoming a pro-hero, and that became his main focus even after he got his hero license. He knew what he was getting himself in to despite being new to it, putting his life in danger countless times to save people. He already knew what to expect-

He however was not expecting you to be so attached to him- and him to be attached to you

It was a rough mission, one where he couldn’t save everyone. He was able to rescue you, but the other heroes sadly shook their head when he asked about your parents

It was the side of being a hero that wasn’t really talked about much- not being able to save everyone. Aizawa didn’t think he would experience it so soon, and his failure ate him up inside. He’ll never forget how he froze when you pulled on his sleeve, teary eyes thanking him, asking where your parents were and when you could see them

When he came to see you at the hospital, it was for atonement at first. It was only right to see after you, especially now that you were an orphan because of him. It wouldn’t be right to leave you alone, but his thoughts of doubt began to gnaw at him if he was making the right choice. Would you want to go with him?

He expected you to be mad at him, to cry and refuse to go with him because he’s the reason your parents are dead-

But instead you ran to him with open arms, smiling with your front tooth missing excited to see him again. That moment solidified that he was doing the right thing

It took a while to adjust to having someone else in the house, specifically a 5-year-old terror like yourself (he found out quick why childproof locks exist), but it was…nice. A bit of a pain but surprisingly nice

It was a bit difficult to take care of you when he had to do patrols some nights or if he was called to a mission early- which is where Uncle Mic (as he insisted you call him) came into play!

Aizawa hoped that he would regret asking him for help but he surprisingly didn’t (until it came down to joining you both playing superheroes or tea parties at home)

He, if ever, rarely got upset with you. He had to remember that if you did something stupid- ie. using actual flowers to try and make him pancakes instead of flour- you were a child and didn’t know any better. He would make sure to discipline you though, making sure that you knew exactly what and why you did something was wrong. He also made sure to keep a closer eye on you (and whatever you had in your hands)

There were nights where it was hard, where you would cry out for your parents in the middle of the night after a nightmare- tears streaming down your face as he held you, reassuring that he was here. Those nights were rare, and Aizawa realized just how close you’ve both gotten when you began to cry out for him. He found himself curled up in the small bed until you went back to sleep- his back would be sore in the morning but he won’t complain

You made his home more colorful (literally and figuratively) instead of the bare necessities that were once there before. It was extra mess to clean up, but it was worth it since you were so happy

Whenever he had a challenging day, you always tried to find a way to cheer him up, and it worked after a while, even if he didn’t smile

Aizawa used to think that maybe you should go to an actual family instead of him- they would be able to provide more for you, wouldn’t they? The thought would cross his mind a lot in the beginning, but as time went on, it faded away. He couldn’t imagine going back to an empty home- it got to a point where he couldn’t wait to see what new thing you would want to show him as soon as he walks in

He would worry that he wasn’t doing a good job in raising you, but as he saw the person you were becoming, his worries would disappear

Anytime those thoughts came back to haunt him, they would be quashed once he saw the Father’s Day card you gifted him, smile as bright as the day he took you home

#I could go on and on abt this but I have to be to work in less than 6 hours lol #writings.txts #messages.txts #mha.txts #aizawa x y/n #platonic x reader #platonic aizawa x reader #aizawa shota x y/n #eraserhead x reader #mha x y/n #bnha x reader #aizawa shouta x reader #aizawa x you #female reader #mha x you #mha x reader #mha x female reader #platonic #platonic relationship

[star-centric]

For that prompt list you got the Mammon cuddling prompt from, I saw "memorising their favourite things and treating them when they have a bad day" and immediately thought of Satan. Even pissy gremlins deserve to be coddled smh I will happily risk having a book thrown at my head to give him some hot choccy

Pairings: Satan x Gender Neutral!Reader

NOTE: Anon you’re 10000% right- I will definitely risk my life if it means making him feel better with no hesitation 🫡 also sorry this is late, had to pull a double at work a few times 😭

CW: gender neutral reader, fluff, no warnings really! Also here’s the prompt list!

PROMPT: memorising their favourite things and treating them when they have a bad day

Satan ignored the knock on his door.

The waves of anger he felt rising were gone, residing himself to his room before he was consumed by it. His irritation from today’s events were making his blood boil- but he locked himself away before he could lash out any further. Now he just wanted to be left alone-

But whoever was knocking at the door was refusing to grant him that peace.

Satan growled as he tried to focus on his book, but the soft taps on his door kept distracting him.

He finally slammed his book closed and stomped towards the door, insults already forming at the tip of his tongue as he ripped it open-

The words caught in his throat as he realized it was you, your shock widened eyes matching his own.

Satan felt like a bumbling idiot, his mouth gaping in the doorway as you nervously smiled.

You weakly laughed, “Sorry to bother but um…can I come in?”

Satan finally closed his mouth and looked away, mindlessly moving out of your way. He sat back down and glanced away from you, arms folded and pouting- you would have laughed at how cute he looked but you didn’t want to make him any more upset than he already was.

“So, I know you’re having a bad day but-“ you shuffled with the bag in your hand. “I got something for you.”

“This couldn’t wait until later?”

“I was thinking about it, but it seems like you need it now.” You ignored his biting tone gently nudged it into his hands.

Your words did peak his interest a bit- it even smelled good, a familiar scent wafting in his nose. When he glanced up at you with a questioning look, all you did was smile and wave your hands, motioning him to open it.

When he did, he was surprised. Genuinely surprised.

He unfolded it completely, the palms of his hands growing warm. It felt like the slice of apple pie came just out of the oven- and from the looks of it, it was homemade. You made this for him?

Your grin was all the answer that he needed.

Satan’s furrowed brows and puzzled look melted away. He tried his best to hide the flush growing on his cheeks.

He fully turned his head from you, cursing at how fast he was unfolding- you’ve always had this effect on him, and he was losing his composure quicker than usual-

But he couldn’t deny how much the gesture warmed him either, a delicate smile lining his lips.

Satan grabbed at your wrist before you could leave, bringing you down into his lap. He buried his face in the crook of your neck, the tips of his ears burning red.

“…thank you.”

It was easy to find comfort in you- your touch, your presence, just…you- and whatever irritations were hanging over him drifted away, just like always.

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