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「BLACK SHEEP」 サタン

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➤ Word Count: 1,050 ➤ Inspiration: Prompt

➤ Pairing: Satan x Reader

➤ Tags: accidental demon summoning, angst, emotional hurt/comfort, established relationship, f!reader, family drama, family pressure, mention of depression, mention of pregnancy (not reader), pact marks, reader is mid-20s, references to canon

Black Sheep (noun) - a member of a family or group who is regarded as a disgrace to it.

Being in the Devildom for so long, Y/N had nearly forgotten how much she disliked visiting her family. The family she had before she found her own in the Devildom. The few happy memories she had coupled with the memory of delicious home cooking clouded her judgement. She thought just maybe the visits to her family home weren't as bad as she had remembered.

But then she actually returned home.

“Just look at your sister: has her own house, a caring husband, a baby on the way… And what do you have?”

Standing above her with her chest puffed outward, her mother glared down at her with her arms crossed. Looking at the scene from the outside, one would think Y/N had done something horrific. Something no one should get away lightly with.

"Depression." Y/N answered flatly.

Her crime? Being a female in her mid-twenties who isn't married with a 'typical' life that most follow.

It wasn't exactly her plan to get dragged away from the world she had known all her life within a blink of an eye, shortly after finishing college, but it happened. She lived with the Seven Avatars of Hell, she befriended the Prince of the Devildom, she became the apprentice of Solomon the Wise, she had various encounters with the angel Michael. She hadn't planned for any of the events of the last year and a half to happen. But they did happen, and she wouldn't change a moment of it.

Her one regret? Not being able to tell anyone else about the best year of her life.

"How do you think it looks that you graduated a year and a half ago, and you haven't found a proper job?" Her mother continued. "You could at least try to do something with your life, you know. Your sister-"

Her mother’s words soon fell on deaf ears as Y/N’s mind began to wander to nothing in particular. From what possible shenanigans the brothers were up to in that particular moment to that spell Solomon wanted her to practice. Her attention was anywhere and everywhere but on the disappointed and disgusted filled words spilling from her mother’s lips.

”Are you listening to me?!” Her mother screeched, pulling her attention back momentarily. She nodded, not meeting her mother’s eyes as the woman groaned and continued her rant with pointing fingers.

For what felt like hours upon hours, her mother's tyrant eventually came to an end. Quickly, she fled to her childhood room, where she closed the door and locked it behind her.

With her back to the old and worn wooden door, she slowly slid down the flat surface until her butt came into contact with the cool wood flooring. With her knees to her chest, her arms circled around her knees and she buried her face into her shirt sleeves.

Bitterly, she humorlessly laughed as she finally felt the shaking of her body. She may be in a pact with the Seven Avatars of Hell and one of the most powerful sorcerers alive. She may have been able to live amongst demons as a minority. She may have been able to stand up against Lucifer himself without so much as flinching. Yet, it was her own mother who made her tremble for the first time in a long time. The woman who birthed her, who raised her, who put a roof over her head and feed her until she went to college. That woman was the one to make her feel so inferior, weak, useless. Not the demons who hated her guts and saw her as weak. Not the angels, who equally saw her and other humans as weak. Her mother.

"...Tsk."

Dejectedly, she moved to rest further onto the door, leaning her head back against it with closed eyes. Focusing on keeping her breathing even, everything around her faded into the background. Not even the slight tingling of her pact mark caught her attention as it faintly glowed underneath the fabric of her clothing.

"...Y/N?"

Her brows scrunched at the familiar voice.

Was she hallucinating? There was no way she could be hearing his voice if she wasn't. Her D.D.D was in her bag that was laying, long forgotten, on her bed, so it couldn't be that she had accidentally called him. Was she finally loosing it? Did her mother's words finally get to her where-

"Y/N." There it was again, followed by the familiar warmth on her knees. "Y/N, look at me."

Hesitantly, her eyes opened, and a gasp slipped past her lips. Looking back at her, with furrowed brows and a frown, were the emerald eyes she had come to know and love.

"What's wrong?" He asked, concern lacing his voice.

With practiced ease, Satan's hand raised to her cheek and gently wiped away tears she didn't realize had begun to fall. Worry was written clearly across his features as he peered down at her.

”I—“ she tried, but nothing came out.

Small little squeaks and cries escaped her lips with each attempt she made to speak. After one too many attempts, Satan carefully wrapped his arms around her and pulled her into his chest, quietly hushing her as one of his hands found its way to her head. 

During her time in the Devildom, her and Satan had many long late night conversations discussing their earlier years. She knew his almost as well as he knew hers. So while he didn’t know what the situation he had stumbled into was, she knew that he likely got the idea with a moment or two of observing the situation. For that she was grateful, in all honesty.

“It’s okay.” Satan murmured, pressing a kiss to her forehead. “You don’t have to tell me right now.”

She nodded, leaning into his embrace. Wordlessly, Satan’s arms tightened around her frame and pulled her in closer. His hands rubbed comforting circles into the fabric of her shirt as she nuzzled her face into his neck. Her tear stained cheeks moistened his skin, not that he minded.

“You’re okay.” He murmured, pressing another kiss to her forehead, before pressing another and another to any exposed skin he could reach. “I won’t let anyone or anything hurt you. I’m here now.”

A/N: I’m honestly not happy with how this turned out, so I’ll most likely rewrite this in the future when I’m in a better headspace for this type of fic.

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Ahhh! I just need that image of Kuranosuke doing the arm thing now. 😩 Thank you so much for reading and I’m so glad you enjoyed it! 🥰

「CLEANLINESS」 木場蔵之介

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➤ Word Count: 644 ➤ Inspiration: Prompt

➤ Series: Oops, I Said Yes?! (Love 365: Find Your Story)

➤ Pairing: Kiba Kuranosuke x Reader  

➤ Tags: co-workers, f!reader, pre-canon, pre-relationship, references to Kuranosuke’s route, superior/underlying power dynamic

➤ A/N: My writer’s block is back. 💀💀💀

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「CLEANLINESS」 木場蔵之介

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➤ Word Count: 644 ➤ Inspiration: Prompt

➤ Series: Oops, I Said Yes?! (Love 365: Find Your Story)

➤ Pairing: Kiba Kuranosuke x Reader  

➤ Tags: co-workers, f!reader, pre-canon, pre-relationship, references to Kuranosuke’s route, superior/underlying power dynamic

➤ A/N: My writer’s block is back. 💀💀💀

Despite working for years with one another long before the two were ever married, Y/N never truly picked up on how deeply Kuranosuke’s desire for cleanliness went. Sure, he had gotten onto her about the ‘mess’ that was her desk. An empty bottle here, a forgotten scrap piece of paper there, trash only pilling up on her desk during periods when she was busier than usual. The blizzard of the production department ran a tight ship, so she didn’t think too much of his scolding about her tidiness from time to time. However, what should’ve tipped her off about his true nature was their day business trip shortly before that fateful night.

While it was rare for both herself and Kuranosuke, her superior, to work together so closely on a project, they did so for a project for one of their newer clients. The opening to the client’s new exhibit was earlier that evening, and it was a little outside of Tokyo, so Kuranosuke offered to drive the two of them to the location as it was the easiest option and didn’t risk the two getting stuck if they missed the final train.

Kuranosuke was never the easiest to talk to. Whether it was because of his position as her superior or his icy wall when it came to anything outside of work, the two mostly kept to themselves. Aside from the occasional comment, or the male’s wearily warnings about something, the car ride was mostly quiet. Which only made what would happen so much worse.

“Do you want some?” Y/N asked, holding out the bag of candy to him.

Briefly looking over to her outstretched hand, Kuranosuke’s brows furrowed at the bag of candy. The bag was familiar. After the project the two had just wrapped up was for a sweet shop, the workers there were kind enough to gift them some sweets for all the hard work they did. The bag in her hand was the exact same one they had gifted both of them.

“No.” He replied shortly, his eyes returning to the road.

Mouthing a silent ‘oh’, Y/N lowered the bag of candy back into her lap, dejectedly picking out a piece for herself.

“Don’t make a mess.” Kuranosuke continued.

“Yes, sir.” 

With no more reason to talk, the car fell silent. It remained that way for a while, with only the sound of the candy bag rustling and the car being heard.

The silence was broken, however, some time later. The road they were driving on was being worked on, areas of the pavement uneven, and parts of the other lane was blocked off. The tire of the rental car hit a bump in the road, jostling the car slightly. She snapped her eyes shut at the sounds of little bits of candy bouncing into the crevices of her superior’s rental car. 

A heavy silence lingered in the air momentarily before the silence was broken by the sound of a growled out, “what did I tell you?”

“...To not make a mess.”

His fingers tightened around the wheel as he inhaled a sharp breath. His lips opened and then closed, Y/N interrupting Kuranosuke before he could speak another word.

“I’ll m-make sure it’s all cleaned up before we return the car!” She quickly managed out.

Leaning forward, her hands swiftly got to work picking up each of the small pieces of colorful dots scattered across the car’s center console and floor. One hand filled up with the colors of the rainbow as her other hand grabbed them. 

“At least put them into a napkin or something.” Kuranosuke sighed, eyeing the candy that dared to overflow from her tiny palm while he drove.

“R-Right!”

Even after that night, somehow, she found herself not prepared for the demon Kuranosuke is within the walls of his own home...

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「OH GOD」 大門十護

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➤ Word Count: 316 ➤ Fandom: Oops, I Said Yes?!

➤ Pairing: Daimon Togo x reader

➤ Tags: accidental kiss, embarrassment, f!reader, first kiss, fluff, probably ooc since I wrote this mostly half asleep

➤ A/N: This is super rushed, but I just wanted to get something out in celebration of Togo’s route being released tomorrow. 🤧 I honestly forgot what date it was and uh... yeah.

"THAT’S IT!” Y/N exclaimed, interrupting the brunette who stood across from her in the now mostly deserted office.

"Did you- mmph!"

Without much time to react, her smaller and much softer hands cupped each of his cheeks and pulled his face downward. His light brown eyes widened as her lips connected with his. The kiss last no longer than a few seconds, but those few seconds felt like minutes or even hours. Not that he would complain about it.

Within that short period of time, he couldn’t help but taken in every little new piece of information about her. Like the warmth and softness of her lips, how much more beautiful she was this close, how her touch felt natural despite this being the first time she has done such a thing.

Much sooner than he’d cared to admit, their lips eventually parted, along with her hands. The places where she had come onto contact with felt cold and barren, much like something was missing. 

“... Oh, god.” She murmured under her breath as she pulled away, visibly realizing what she had done and where she has done it. Her eyes widen comically as her gaze met his, and all the color in her cheeks drained instantly. “I- I’m so s-sorry!”

“It’s alright.” Togo managed out, his voice slightly more gruff than usual.

Feeling heat creep up to his cheeks and ear tips, the brunette turned away from the girl. Silently, he thanked his lucky stars that no one else was around. In all honesty, he doesn’t know what he would do if they were. Even now, he didn’t know.

"... Just remember where you are next time.” He lightly scolded, with no anger or coldness in his voice. “Find me if you need any more help.”

Not allowing for another word to be spoken, Togo hurriedly escaped to his desk, where he cursed his racing heartbeat.

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「PERFECT FOR US」 한주민

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➤ Word Count: 2,158

➤ Pairing: Jumin Han x reader

➤ Tags: canon continuation, established relationship, f!reader, fluff, spoilers for Jumin’s good ending + route in general, probably ooc 707, protective Zen (😂)

"Move over! Mr. Han is leaving." One of Jumin's personal security guards hollered, pushing reporters out of the way as Jumin neared the edge of the stage.

Although Jumin's big exposé was over, the reporters' cameras continued to flash, capturing every movement the businessman made. At that moment it was like Jumin was one of the many rockstars she had seen on TV. The mob of reports desperately pushing and shoving one another for another picture of Jumin on stage. Jumin didn't seem fazed though. A calm and collected expression plastered across his features as he neared the edge of the stage that overlooked the party hall.

"I've given you the story you want, so now I will step down from the stage and go see Y/N," Jumin announced, slipping the black microphone back onto the stand with the smallest of smiles on his lips. "Enjoy the party, everyone."

"...What did I just hear?" Jaehee gasped next to her.

Her golden brown eyes widened, an uncharacteristic look of panic painting Jumin's assistant's features.

"If I heard right..." V began, leaning over slightly towards Jaehee and Y/N so they could hear him over the crowd. However, his words were cut short by the crowd despite the closer proximity.

Almost as quickly as the look of panic crossed Jaehee's features it was replaced with one of exasperation. With her free hand, Jaehee tiredly rubbed her temples, sighing.

"Did he really have to say where he's going in the middle of this chaos..."

V wearily smiled. Unlike Jaehee, V's expression remained neutral. Whether from expecting such things from his long-time friend or merely not bothered by the chaos, neither Y/N nor Jaehee knew.

"Follow Jumin Han! Right now!" One of the reports exclaimed among the sea of reporters.

"Mr. Han is on his way. Give him some space!" Another one of Jumin's security guards hollered, pushing the crowd to the sides as Jumin followed closely behind.

The sea of reporters that Jumin invited continued to go rabid. Pointing out Sarah, Glam Choi, and Y/N before concluding his public statements to the media, over half of the room was set on getting some sort of comment from the three women along with Jumin and Chairman Han. Pushing and shoving, yelling, whatever they needed to do, the reporters were doing it.

Across from where Y/N stood, Yoosung yelled something she couldn't catch, but soon Seven joined Yoosung at his side. Then the other RFA members lined up around her, creating a human barricade from the reporters. Zen, who was a little ways away from everyone else in RFA, was trying to draw attention to him to lessen the crowd pushing toward her. Jaehee and V stood directly in front of her, attempting to speak to her as they did so, but their words failed to reach her.

Nervously, her fingers played with the ruffles that ran along the lower half of the dress Jumin gifted her for the party. The lights, the hollering, the pushing, it was all so sudden and too much. Unlike Jumin or even Sarah, she was just an average girl up until several minutes ago. Hell, she wasn't even a part of the group of people that she now called her friends up until roughly two weeks ago. She was just living an average life not too long ago and now here she was.

The pounding of her heart echoed in her ears as the reporters shouted her name. Her legs subconsciously carried her backward as they continued to push toward her. When the cool wall pressed against her back, her eyes widened.

She was backed into a corner. Literally.

“Jumin…” She whimpered quietly.

What on Earth was he planning now? He managed to get rid of Sarah and Glam Choi, so he longer was tied to them privately or publicly. Why did he need the reporters to follow his movement now? Why did he draw attention to her? Why did–

“You wore the dress I gave you,” Jumin’s voice cut through the noise as he approached the RFA members, a soft smile on his lips as his gaze focused on her while everyone stepped aside for him. “I’m so sorry I couldn’t come see you as soon as I came.”

Jaehee stepped forward slightly, peering over Jumin’s shoulder as she spoke.

“Mr. Han… you’re not going to do anything right now, are you?” Jaehee asked uneasily, eyeing the raven-haired male and then the reporters.

Jumin didn’t respond. His gaze for a moment lingered on her figure before panning to each and every member of the RFA, seemingly ignoring the presence of the reporters. He hummed in what could only be described as satisfactory when his gaze fell on the final RFA member, noting that they were all there.

"Everyone, thank you so much for everything." Jumin began, meeting everyone’s gazes before they fell onto her once more.

His eyes softened as they met hers. His dark gray orbs shined happily, starkly contrasting how they looked days prior.

"Y/N, I missed you." He continued, his voice gentler now that it was directed at her. "You waited long, right? I'm sorry about all the fuss."

"It's okay," Y/N softly smiled, fingers releasing the ruffles from her dress.

"I hope you realize how much you need to be appreciated and loved." Her brows furrowed, once more Jumin’s actions and words not quite making sense that night. "There's a whole audience out there for you now..."

Carefully, Jumin's gloved hand took her left hand, his grip gentle like he was holding the most fragile of glass. The room erupted into loud whispers and gasps, the sound of camera shutters was almost deafening as the flashes were blinding. Every angle of the two was lit up in some fashion as Jumin kneeled down before her, bringing her dainty hand to his lips, pressing his soft lips to her knuckles.

His eyes closed as his lips lingered there for a moment. His demeanor was the calmest and most assured she had seen since before the two had finally met in person. While all eye's in the room were on them, the flashes and various sounds did nothing to waver Jumin’s resolve as his eyes opened once more and met her own.

“Y/N, you’ve opened a new chapter in my life.” Jumin began, his voice was loud enough for her to hear and some of those around them. “I love you so much. And I want you to always be with me forever.”

The room grew silent as Jumin spoke, everyone on the edges of their metaphoric seats, waiting to hear what the illustrious Jumin Han would say next.

“Will you let me...to be your life companion? My love.”

She didn’t know it was possible, but the flashes and sounds of cameras grew harsher. Each and everyone one of Jumin’s invited ‘guests’ was desperate to get the newsworthy photo the second it occurred. Everyone surrounding the two waited with bated breath for their news headline.

Overwhelmed with all the surge of emotion now pumping through, hot tears formed at the corners of her eyes. The good, the bad, and everything in between from the last couple of weeks and that night coming forward. The one thing all her emotions had in common was him.

She was dragged into their world unexpectedly all thanks to some hacker. However, that same hacker brought her to the same people who have made her nothing but happy since allowing her into their inner circle, allowing her to meet the love of her life. They had talked every day for the last couple of weeks, and despite the life-threatening circumstances, they were some of the best couple of weeks ever thanks to him.

Jumin is unconventional in many ways, but he is also reliable because of it. He is strict, but also caring. He is passionate and dedicated. Their time together may have been short but it was nearly impossible to see her life like it was before he came into the picture anymore.

“...Yes.” She managed out, just barely keeping back her tears.

The crowd erupted, whether, in cheers or dissatisfied moans, she didn’t know and didn’t care. Regardless, their loud reactions faded out as her lips connected with the C&R heir as her shaky knees gave out beneath her, closing the distance between the two. Jumin’s arms wrapped around her body with ease, catching her and lowering her to the ground without breaking away from her lips.

“Thank you,” Jumin murmured against her lips, pressing another peck to her lips. “You’ve made me so happy.”

She couldn’t help but giggle against his lips. The last thing she expected coming into the party that evening was for there to be a big exposé, a sea of reporters, and least of all to be proposed to. Yet there she was. Jumin’s arms wrapped securely around her waist, his lips eagerly chasing after hers as reporters surrounded them, forgetting momentarily about Sarah and Glam Choi.

Eventually, Y/N was pulled back to the reality of their situation as Jumin’s warm touch completely left her. However, it wasn’t for long though because after exchanging words with one of his guards, Jumin’s arm slipped around her waist. Gently pulling her in the direction of one of the backrooms, Jumin slipped into what she could only call work mode as he and his bodyguards pushed past the reporters.

Soon enough, the two made it to their desired destination and Jumin’s grip on her waist loosened. His arm completely left her body when the RFA members managed to make their way through the door, tired and exasperated looks painted across their features. Zen was the first one of the group to recover, and of course, he made a beeline directly toward the couple.

“Y/N!” Zen exclaimed, worry painted across his face. “You know you can say no, right? You don’t have to do whatever he wants.”

Yoosung, who also recovered surprisingly quickly, was close behind Zen.

“You said yes because you wanted to, right Y/N?” Yoosung added.

“O-Of course!”

Seven, much to either her pleasure or displeasure, was the next to recover and join the ever growing group. Happily, he slung his arm around lazily around Yoosung and smiled.

“You guys should congratulate the happy couple!”

“You just think this is your chance to get your grubby hands on Elizabeth.” Jumin deadpanned.

“You’ll let me watch her on your honeymoon, right?” Seven smiled innocently.

“No.”

“Y/N!” Seven whined, turning to her with the biggest puppy dog eyes she had ever seen.

“I don’t think I can help you,” Y/N nervously sweated.

While Elizabeth was no longer Jumin’s emotional crutch, realizing that she was indeed just a cat, Jumin kept the mindset of only certain people should be allowed to keep her. A certain hacker did not meet the standards he held before and most definitely still didn’t. He was only willing to give her to V after all.

“You’re sure you want to marry a guy like this, Y/N?” Zen frowned, changing the subject back. “You haven’t even known each other that long. He could be a bad guy for all you know…”

“It’s true that they haven’t known each other for too long.” Jaehee thought out loud, as she and V joined the group.

“How long has it been?” V asked, trying to recall how long it's been.

“Ten days since she infiltrated RFA and three days since they met in person.” Seven answered matter-of-factly.

“Why can you just recall that without missing a beat?” Y/N nervously asked.

“Isn’t that too little time to decide to marry someone!?” Zen cried, pulling her attention back to the actor.

“Time is relative,” Jumin replied simply for her.

While Zen’s concern wasn’t wrong, neither was Jumin. For most people, the pace Jumin and herself were moving at was way too quick. However, Jumin wasn’t just anyone and she wasn’t either nowadays. During the short period of time they’ve spent together she managed to not only fall in love with him but get a glimpse into what life with the C&R heir would be like. He came across too strong at times but he has shown to be capable of learning and adapting among other things. She had no desire to go back to life like it was before and making a new life with Jumin was very appealing to her. So why not?

“For others maybe…” She said, after thinking about what Zen said. “But I think the decisions we’ve made for our situation is perfect for us.”

While she was focused on Zen, she didn’t miss the way Jumin’s lip twitched upward at her words. Silently, Jumin’s hand reached out and took her hand into his, intertwining their fingers together.

“...How can I argue with that.” Zen sighed tiredly.

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「LATE」 左然

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➤ Word Count: 826

➤ Pairing: Artem Wing (Zuǒ Rán) x reader

➤ Tags: established relationship, f!reader, fluff, probably ooc since I haven’t played this game properly in like... 6 months or longer??

“I’ll be right there,” Artem said, before hanging up the phone.

Silently, he slipped the phone into his pants pocket before standing up and maneuvering quickly around the room. Knowing exactly what he was looking for, he went straight for a stack of papers he had nearby to where he stored his briefcase. Popping open the briefcase, he slipped the papers inside along with a few other items before closing it once more.

"Are you going out?" Y/N asked, peering up from the tablet she had in hand, one of many NXX cases up on the screen.

"Yes." He replied, focusing on gathering the items he needed. "I should be back before you get off though."

“Oh, okay...”

Once he finished grabbing everything he needed, he looked over everything once more before turning to his partner.

The girl softly smiled up at him, however, the smile didn’t quite meet her eyes. His heart ached to see her smile. He knew why it was there, but he couldn’t do anything to fix it, at least not now.

With an apologetic smile, he approached her briefly and pressed a light kiss to her forehead.

“I’ll be back soon.” He murmured, lips brushing against her soft skin.

Guiding her out of his office and locking the door, Artem left the firm.

Hours passed and it was late when the brunette stepped foot back into the office. All the lights throughout the building had long since been turned off, except for one. A small frown formed on his lips as he approached the building and entered the elevator.

She surely wouldn't be here at this hour... right? Artem thought to himself.

Of course, he had told her that before he left he would try to be back before she got off for the day. After all, he wanted to go on their little dinner date as much as she did. So he tried and tried to fix the issue with his client as fast and efficiently as he could. However, his attempts to get back before their scheduled date time were in vain. Before the clock on his phone even had time to move forward, when he noticed how late it was and how much of a standstill his work was at, he quickly sent her a text to go on home for the evening after work.

The sun had already disappeared from the sky and the moon replaced it when Artem was finally able to leave. He sighed disappointedly, slipping behind the wheel of his car, leaning back in the leather seat tiredly once the door closed behind him.

He would just have to make it up to her, he decided.

As he drove back to the office to gather the remainder of his things, he thought of how to make it up to her. Flowers and a fancy dinner? A relaxing date to one of her favorite places?

Before he knew it, his car pulled into the parking lot for the firm and began his way up to his floor. The sole of his shoe loudly and impatiently tapped against the stone flooring of the otherwise quiet elevator, the relatively short ride felt longer than normal tonight.

His frown deepened when the elevator door opened and he saw the lights turned on in the last area he wanted to see them.

“Y/N?” He called out.

His long legs moved swiftly around the office, quickly closing the distance between himself and Y/N’s desk. His pace slowed as he neared her, a feeling he only got with her tugged at his heart as he caught his first glimpse of her face.

Even with her disheveled appearance, from what he could only assume was from her being hunched over her desk, she was still the most beautiful person he had laid eyes on. Her brows that furrowed as she focused on work were now relaxed along with the rest of her face. A look of peaceful bliss was etched into her expression.

“What am I going to do with you?” He murmured to himself,

Quietly, Artem slipped off his blazer and placed the warm fabric on her shoulders. Almost like it was second nature to her, Y/N hummed at the newfound warmth before curling her head in the direction of the familiar scent.

“Y/N, love...”

His callused fingertips gently grazed her skin as he reached over her figure and swept the loose hairs from her face.

“Artem?” She managed out tiredly, her eyes glazed over with sleep as they opened. “You’re back?”

“Yes...” he replied, a small frown on his lips. “I’m sorry I didn’t get back in time for our dinner plans.”

“It’s okay.” Still half-asleep, she softly smiled up at him. “We can always go another time.”

How he didn’t deserve her...

“I’ll make it up to you, I promise.” He said softly, a determined glint in his eyes. “Firstly, let’s get you home.”

➤ A/N: Not proud of that ending but I was going to drive myself insane if I didn’t force myself to finish this off somehow. I’ll most definitely give this a re-write in the future.

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「THE FINAL ACT」 SHIDO KAZUOMI

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➤ Word Count: 880

➤ Pairing: Shido Kazuomi x reader

➤ Tags: alternate universe, angst, blood & injury, brief mention of Luke (KBTBB), character death, f!reader, gun violence, gunshot wound, language, not canon compliant

The sound of the gun going off rang loudly in her ears as her body moved on its own. Eyes focused once more on Kazuomi for the first time since they walked into the decrepit building. Time seemed to slow as the balls of her feet pressed off the cool concrete floors and pushed her in the desired direction. 

"Kazuomi!"

The scream that echoed around the mostly empty room sounded foreign to her. It wasn't until the brunette looked her way did she realize the scream was her own. His light brown eyes were wider than she had ever seen them before. An unrecognizable look flashed in his eyes as her body grew closer to his.

What felt like an eternity was only a second or two, between when she was beside the brunette and when she was falling at his feet, blood staining the dress he had bought her just days before.

"Y/N!"

With practiced ease, Kazuomi's arms reached out and wrapped around her body before she hit the hard floor. Sticky dark fluid immediately covered his body, which he paid no mind to as he turned the girl over in his arms and lowered her to the ground.

“Why the hell would you do that?” Kazuomi hissed.

With her eyes scrunched in pain, the sharp feeling in her abdomen hard to ignore, she misses the brief look that flashes in Kazuomi’s eyes. 

Shifting her in his arms, Kazuomi adjusted her body to where her upper half lay against his thighs and partially his torso. With the hand that wasn’t supporting her body weight, he reached to the side to grab something.

Before she could open her eyes to see what he was doing, another gunshot rang through the air before another one and another. The short but rapid gunfire quickly seized and was followed by silence.

“...Kazoumi-”

“Keep your eyes on me,” was all Kazuomi said, his voice strained.

With a soft thud next to him, the brunette turned his attention completely to her. His light brown eyes briefly went to wound, visibly grimacing despite the clear effort to hide his reactions. 

“It’ll be okay.” He continued when his eyes finally met her own.

Whether he was trying to comfort her or himself, she wasn’t entirely sure. Without even looking at the wound she knew the target had shot her somewhere vital. Also, they couldn’t take her to a hospital either. Guns are illegal in Japan and taking her to the hospital only would invite trouble. Whether or not they liked it, there was nowhere they could go. 

Or at least that was the conclusion she had come to.

“I’m going to call Luke...”

Kazuomi began to reach for his phone but stopped when her now weakened hands wrapped around his wrist.

"It’ll be too late...” she breathed, her breaths growing more rapid as time passed. “...By the time we get to him.”

“Not if we go now.” He pressed with a bit more urgency in his voice than before.

“Kazuomi...”

Weakly, she brought his warm hand to her cheek, leaning into his touch. His hands were covered in her blood but she didn’t care. She knew what her fate was. It was decided the moment her target raised their gun to her boyfriend. If this was how she was going to go out, so be it. As long as she could enjoy her final moments in her lover’s arms she had no complaints. Just one final peaceful moment with him was enough.

Despite himself, Kazuomi gave in to her unspoken request. 

“...Stay with me,” he murmured, voice cracking slightly as he pulled her into his chest. “Okay?”

He knew his request was unreasonable. However, he found himself asking it anyway.

“Don’t make me...” She winced, her voice straining as she spoke. “Make promises I... I... can’t keep.”

He nodded, harshly swallowing the lump that grew in his throat.

“Indulge me. Just this once.”

While she couldn’t do what he wanted her to do, she could do the second-best thing.

She released his hand that she held, but as quickly as she could brought her fingers to the back of his head and pulled his head down to her level. Mustering the sweetest smile she could, she smiled up at him before closing the small distance between them.

His lips were much warmer now compared to her cool body. Like always, they tasted sweet and felt soft against her own. Although, as they gently exchanged kisses, the taste of sweetness was mixed with saltiness. Bringing her other hand to his cheek, she could feel the wetness left from the silent tears that trailed down his chiseled cheeks.  

“I love you.” She murmured, lips brushing against his as she spoke.

“I love you too.” He replied, an hysterical laugh slipping past his lips. “...So much.”

Exchanging several more kisses, Kazuomi rested his forehead against her own as her breathing grew more shallow, her body growing colder and colder under his touch. With a hoarse voice, Kazuomi whispered sweet nothings to her until finally, her body went completely limp in his arms.

"Don't go..." he murmured, knowing she could no longer hear him, as all the tears he had managed to hold back began to stream down his cheeks.

➤ A/N: I've only done through season 2 of his route, as of right now, but I couldn't resist writing this. 🫣

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「GOOD LUCK」 BOKUTO

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➤ Word Count: 487

➤ Pairing: Bokuto Koutaro x reader

➤ Tags: established relationship, fluff, gn!reader, manager!reader, post-time skip

The edges of Y/N’s lips itched upwards as they approached the salt and pepper-haired male, tossing the volleyball back and forth between himself and the concrete wall. Unseen by the wing spiker, they leaned against the weight-bearing pillar, watching as he concentrated on the ball.

The tip of Bokuto’s tongue peaked out from the right side of his lips, his attention unwavering, almost diving for the ball as it flew through the air back towards him. With half the speed he would use on the court, Bokuto ran across the asphalt and jumped, the palm of his outreached hand connecting with the synthetic leather perfectly, the sound of flesh connecting with leather echoing slightly through the air.

Entranced by his movements, Y/N watched quietly from the side for a while, a soft smile on their lips. Bokuto continued to play, never noticing their presence until their voice rang through the air several minutes later.

“Hey, Ko?” Y/N called out, glancing down at the time on their phone with a new text from Coach Foster at the top of her notification wall. “It’s nearly time. Should probably head in.”

The synthetic leather ball rushed back towards the male one last time and he caught it perfectly. For the first time since Y/N came out to collect him, Bokuto’s feet stilled. His gold eyes broke from the ball and almost instantly he smiled when he saw their figure.

“Y/N!” He smiled. “Hey, hey, hey!”

His smile, like always, was infectious and drew out one of their own.

“Come on, Ko.” They repeated, a smile on their lips as they pushed themselves off the pillar.

Happily, Bokuto obliged and stepped out of the sun, stepping underneath the outside roofing with them. Going to continue onward, Bokuto walked past them, mouth opening to begin speaking but closed when he felt fingers wrap around his wrist and pulled him back slightly.

“Wait!”

Confused, Bokuto looked back at the MSBY manager with furrowed brows.

“What is it?” Bokuto asked, a slight frown on his lips. 

“You forgot this...”

Closing the remaining distance between the two, Y/N lightly pressed their lips to his, cheeks flushed long before their lips met. Bokuto gasped, eyes widening slightly before closing. Snaking his arm around Y/N, the wing spiker pulled them in closer to his body just as they were about to pull away. Eagerly, Bokuto deepened the kiss, seemingly forgetting temporarily about the time. For a brief period, Y/N indulged him, also wanting nothing more than to feel his soft lips against theirs.

Now wasn't the time to be indulging in their private affairs, however, so after another moment or two they broke away. They chuckled lightly as Bokuto chased after their lips, managing to press one last kiss to the corner of their lips before they pushed gently against his muscular chest.

“...For good luck.” They breathed finally.

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「DAWN」 NANAMI

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➤ Word Count: 597

➤ Pairing: Nanami Kento x Reader

➤ Tags: established relationship, f!reader, fluff, married, pet names, pregnancy, reader is referred to as mother, the baby’s gender is unknown/left up to reader

Even now at seven months pregnant, Y/N still found it hard to believe that she and her lover were able to wake up to a morning like this one. Waking up without the stress of one or both of the grade A sorcerers needing to begrudgingly slip out of bed, press a kiss to the other’s lips on the way out of the door, with the worry of not coming back home that night. It was a foreign experience, but one that she wholeheartedly welcomed.

The warm spring sun poured into their shared Tokyo apartment, eliciting a muffled groan from the man curled up behind her. One arm laid under her head and one lazily wrapped around her swollen abdomen, Nanami’s broad and muscular chest vibrated against her nearly bare back. Tiredly, he further buried his head into her neck, his warm breath tickling her neck as he mumbled.

“Mornin’ already?” He asked, his voice thick in sleep.

Quietly, she hummed, biting back the laugh that threatened to spill out. Even after years of getting up to go to work in the early hours of the morning, Nanami still didn't handle them well. Not that she minded though, just meant that two could lay together longer on days like this.

Sympathetically, her thumb caressed the hand that rested on her extended belly, smiling slightly.

“I’m afraid so.”

Drowsily, he hummed, lazily pressing a kiss to her bare neck, seemingly deciding to not get up quite yet. Much like his kiss, his hand that rested on her belly lethargically worked its way under the thin silk material that made up her nightgown, most of the fabric resting on her hip after a night of twisting and turning. He placed his open hand onto her bare skin, calloused thumb rubbing over her taut skin.

The two lay there for a while in silence, watching the sun's rays rise higher and higher into the Tokyo skyline. It was peaceful, truly. However, not everyone wanted to enjoy the peace.

"Ah!" Y/N hissed.

"What's wrong?" Nanami asked, perching himself up on his elbow behind her.

"Your child is wanting to play ball with my ribs." She grunted, taking his hand and moving it to the area they kicked last.

The sorcerer frowned. For a moment, he remained there in silence before he moved.

Slowly, Nanami pushed himself up the rest of the way up before positioning himself loosely over her body. Gently pressing on her shoulder, the sorcerer helped his wife turn onto her back. With relative ease, he slipped her nightgown up more and over her belly. Fighting back the urge to merely admire her growing belly, fascinated by how amazing women’s bodies are, Nanami slid back slightly before lowering himself between her legs.

Y/N shivered as his warm breath ghosted over her cool skin. Gently resting his chin on her rounded belly, his lips brush against the taut skin as he spoke.

“Have you been causing your mother issues, my darling?” Nanami cooed, his callused fingertips gliding across her stretched skin. “Be easy on her.”

His lips pressed against her skin, and another groan left Y/N’s lips as another kick was made near next to his mouth.

“So much for being easy,” Y/N said dryly.

“I’m sorry, my love.” Nanami smiled wryly.

Pressing one kiss after another to her skin, Nanami worked his up her body until he hovered her lips.

“Good morning,” Nanami murmured, finally, his lips brushing softly against hers like they did every morning before he began his day.

“Good morning.”

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「PERIODS」 KBTBB

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➤ Characters: Aihara Hikaru, Ayase Koji, Baba Mitsunari, Hatter Rhion, Hishikura Shuichi, Ichinomiya Eisuke, Inui Ryosuke, Luke Foster, Kisaki Ota, Kishi Mamoru, Oh Soryu, Samejima Koichi

➤ Tags: established relationships, gn!reader with ovaries, mentions of adult activities, period blood and accessories, probably ooc because I haven’t completed everyone’s routes yet (done at least one season for everyone but Rhion, who I am doing next)

➤ A/N: Firstly, I am so late to this series (and Voltage games in general). Secondly, let’s just consider this a shit post. 😂 I wasn’t planning to post anything else like this but... my mind wandered and this was the result. 😂😅

He either doesn’t know what a period is or is a little confused by the concept. Regardless, he gets really concerned when he finds spots of blood on your shared bed sheets. 

↳  Rhion, RYOSUKE

He doesn’t mention the blood left on your shared bed sheets when you started your period a little earlier than usual. If it isn’t much, he will just let you sleep and deal with it when you wake up. He carries you into the bathroom, where he has an warm bath waiting for you, and tells you to take your time. Meanwhile, he strips the sheets from the bed and deals with the cleaning since he knows how you usually feel during that time of the month.

↳ Ayase, BABA, Ryosuke, Samejima, SORYU

Alternatively, he waits for you to wake up, but you have to change the sheets. Regardless of the reason, he leaves it up to you.

↳ EISUKE, Hikaru, Luke, MAMORU, RHION

He wakes you up when he notices, when you do spot, and makes you change the sheets immediately.

↳ OTA, Shuichi

He goes out for you, during that time of the month, when you need more period products. He never complains about such a task.

“Do you still want that brand?” He asks, surprising you with how casual he is about it.

When you ask him he frowns. Embarrassing? He doesn’t understand why it would be. Picking up your period products is just another task to him. He is also your boyfriend so this is just something he naturally should be able to do for you without it being a whole thing.

↳ BABA, Luke, RYOSUKE, Samejima, SHUICHI, Soryu

He’s hesitant to go buy period products for you. He may complain about it being embarrassing, but he will do it every time you ask. Even asking when he’s out and he knows it’s that time. His cheeks are as a red as a tomato but it’s for you so he endures.

↳ Ayase, Hikaru, MAMORU, OTA, Rhion

Him? Go buy you period products? Pfft... He has people for that.

↳ EISUKE, Soryu

Why are you concerned about him not being okay fetching period products for you? He’s a doctor, a back alley doctor at that. Something so simple and mundane is nothing to him. 

↳ LUKE

When you’re having particularly bad cramps, he’ll tell you go lay down and pampers you a little. Brings you some medication, some water, a heating pad, whatever you need. He’ll also lay down with you if he has the time, his hands slipping under the fabric of your clothes to massage your aching body.

↳ Ayase, BABA, Eisuke, Hikaru, RYOSUKE, Samejima, Soryu

He won’t go out of the way to pamper you, but he will gave you massages while the two of you are curled up together on the couch or bed. Don’t bring attention to it though. He’ll most likely stop the moment you point it out.

↳ Eisuke, Hikaru, MAMORU, OTA, Shuichi

He makes a joke about solving your monthly problem for nine months.

↳ Baba, Eisuke, OTA

He isn’t joking. He will do it. Just tell him and he will get started.

↳ EISUKE, Luke, I lowkey see Shuichi too but that could be just me

Want to have sex while on your period? Hell yeah. He doesn’t care. As long as your comfortable then he’s all for it. 

↳ Baba, EISUKE, Luke, MAMORU, Samejima

Goes the extra mile to make it easier on you. Grabs towels to place underneath you, carries you afterward to the bathroom where he gently lowers you into a nice warm bath, etc.

↳ BABA, Hikaru, RYOSUKE, Samejima, Soryu

Want to have sex while on your period? ...I guess? While the blood doesn’t bother him necessarily, he’s just concerned about how you might feel during, the mess, etc.

↳ Ayase, Hikaru, Ryosuke, SORYU

It’s Friday, my dudes, which means it’s sexy time and no period is going to ruin your routine.

↳ SHUICHI

He buys you sweets and such each time because he knows they make you feel better, even if it’s only a small fraction.

↳ Ayase, BABA, Hikaru, RYOSUKE

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「REMINDER」 SATAN

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➤ Word Count: 1,148

➤ Pairing: Satan x reader

➤ Tags: established relationship, fluff, m!reader, reader is a mess, workaholic!reader

Final exams for the semester were nearing, which meant roughly at least a third of the student body of the Royal Academy of Diavolo were studying their asses off. Another third possibly studying but only an average amount. The final third were either not studying at all or were procrastinating until the night before their exams to begin studying.

Y/N was among the third studying his ass off for the exams, much to his detriment.

Locked away in his room, no one had really seen the human exchange student since the day before yesterday at dinner. While the brothers and Y/N’s friends had noticed, everyone had more or less agreed to see if the human would come out on his own. Y/N is human after all, so he would need to come out at some point for food, water, or the restroom at the very least. Humans are naturally more fragile than angels and demons after all.

Breakfast came and went and so did lunch. When dinner time came around and Y/N still hadn’t left his room, the brothers finally decided enough was enough.

“I’ll go!” Mammon volunteered quickly, shooting up from his seat at the table.

“No, I will!” Levi exclaimed.

“Why should either of you go? It clearly should be me.”

“Why would he want to see you?”

The dining room erupted into screams, their voices carrying all throughout the house as the seven fought for who would go check on the darling human exchange student. Their screaming match went on for probably ten minutes before Satan sighed tiredly, and slipped out of the room without anyone noticing.

Why bother fighting for it when he could just go?

He knocked on the human’s door loud enough for Y/N to hear with headphones on. He waited there for a moment before knocking again. No answer.

“I’m coming in!” Satan called before entering.

When he opened the wooden door, his eyes widened at the sight of the room. The normally well-kept room was a mess, with items strung all across the floors, the bed, and any surface that would work for writing and reading. Plastic water bottles and bags of chips were discarded along the floor along with crumbled-up pieces of paper. Pillows and blankets long since forgotten were too on the floor, sheets on the bed severely disheveled with pens, pencils, and other supplies mixed into its layers.

“Y/N?”

Carefully stepping on the pieces of exposed carpet, Satan stepped into the room and searched for where the human could possibly be. He sighed loudly when rounded the corner of the wall that split the room in half and found the human scrunched up on the floor behind the long table at the back of the room.

“Y/N!” He called out once more, this time loud enough to catch the human’s attention.

“Satan!” Y/N jumped, removing the headphones from his ears. “What are you doing here?”

“Shouldn’t I be the one asking you that?”

“What do you mean?” He frowned.

“Look at the date.”

Begrudgingly, his hand slipped into his pocket where his D.D.D. resided, frowning when the screen didn’t light up at his touch. Wordlessly, Satan did the same and handed the human his phone. The Avatar of Wrath merely sighed as the male’s eyes widened.

“When was the last time you ate?” Satan asked, leaning against the old wooden frame.

“Uh...”

“...Get up.”

“What?”

“Get up.”

“Wh- AH!”

Not waiting a moment longer, Satan grabbed the human’s hand and pulled him up from the floor, textbooks and various pieces of paper clattering onto the floor. The demon ignored the human's protests, his grip on his hand not loosening as he navigated him out of the room and towards the kitchen.

"Sit," Satan ordered when they were in the kitchen, pushing him in the direction of the wooden chair in the corner.

"What-"

Once more Satan interrupted the human, pushing him into the chair before turning his back to him. Quickly, the demon got to work, pulling out various ingredients, and speaking as he maneuvered around the kitchen.

"You haven't eaten in a while, correct?" His statement was phrased as a question, but they both knew it was more a statement than a question, so Y/N remained silent. "Humans can't go as long without food, and it's been a while since you last ate. So you're going to sit in here until you have eaten a full meal."

Y/N sighed.

"You'll thank me later."

Knowing it was best to not argue with the demon, Y/N slumped in the old wooden chair and watched the demon work his magic.

Time seemed to pass slowly as Satan worked away. The steady ticking of the old grandfather clock in the other room slowly lulled the human to sleep, his eyes drooping further and further until his soft snores could be heard. Satan said nothing as he peaked over at the human, merely humming with contentment at his sleeping human.

Carefully, moving the human's food onto the plate Satan laid out, he made sure to not wake him until absolutely necessary. Satisfied with practically the feast he made Satan smiled to himself.

"Now, it's your turn." He murmured to himself, stepping away from the wooden counter.

The demon stilled once he was in front of the human, a part of him wanting to just let the stubborn human rest for a while. However, now wasn’t the time, so he continued with his plan. Carefully, he knelt down in front of the human, resting his hands on Y/N’s thighs, gently massaging the tense muscles.

“Y/N~” He called softly.

The human moaned, still asleep as his head drooped downward. Satan chuckled, finding the scene before him quite adorable.

“It’s time to wake up,” he continued.

Removing one of his hands from the human’s thighs, Satan ran a hand through the human’s disheveled hair, pushing back the hairs that had fallen into his face. Y/N moaned once more, leaning into the demon’s touch instinctively.

“You can sleep after you eat. Come on.”

Leaning upward, Satan pressed a kiss to the corner of the human’s mouth, chuckling as they tiredly chased after him.

“So mean,” Y/N mumbled, eyes still closed, a pout on his lips.

“You can have another kiss after you eat.” Satan chuckled. “So come on.”

“Fine.”

Lazily, Y/N’s eyes opened and tiredly met Satan’s green eyes, lightly glaring at the demon. Satan paid the human no mind, standing up, and offering a hand to him which the human took. Intertwining their fingers together, Satan pulled the human up and pulled him over to the counter, silently offering the food.

“’s really ‘ood,” Y/N murmured, as he began to eat, mouth full of the freshly made food.

“Thank me when your mouth isn’t full.”

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How do you think diavolo would react if he had a crush on mc but barbatos and mc were together?

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➤ Pairing: Diavolo & MC (feat. Barbatos x MC)

➤ Warnings: angst, gn!mc, reader is MC, unrequited crush/love

➤ A/N: I'm so sorry. This got buried in my drafts. 💀 I forgot to post this when I finished. Back on hiatus, I go.

HE REALIZES BEFORE BARBATOS AND MC GET TOGETHER

First, he tries to figure out what exactly is his feelings for MC. Is he just fond of their presence? Is he just intrigued by them since they are a human and aren’t some weird being like Solomon. Is he even human at this point?

Once he has his feelings sorted, finally coming to the conclusion that he does, in fact, have feelings for MC, he starts thinking of ways to confess to MC.

Much like everyone else in the Devildom, he is fighting for alone time with MC with the brothers. Those boys are glued to the human’s side. One disappears and another replaces him.

Diavolo tries to confess any chance he gets when he gets more than five seconds alone with the human exchange student.

However, as much as he tries, his efforts are in vain.

His butler got to the human first and managed to capture their heart for himself.

No one necessary tells the demon of this newly formed relationship, rather he discovers it through how Barbatos and MC's interactions change.

The small lingering touches around him. Eyeing each other from across the room. The soft smile the two share together when they think no one is looking. The butler's newly found interest in his D.D.D when MC isn't around and the chores around the castle are minimal.

Diavolo isn't dumb or blind.

One night, when Barbatos is serving the prince his usual tea, Diavolo comes right out and asks. After some coaxing, the demon butler replies honestly. Diavolo congratulates the butler, forcing a smile as he does so, asking some questions before changing the topic.

Diavolo has always been respectful of MC and Barbatos's individual relationships with others, and nothing was going to change now. So he left things alone.

Sure, it hurt to know he wouldn't have the chance to at least tell MC how he felt, but it took comfort in knowing Barbatos would treat them with nothing but respect.

He distances himself from MC for a while, busying himself with work while he tries to forget the feelings that had grown over the months of getting to know MC. It takes a while, and it's painful in the meanwhile, but it was worth doing if two of the most important people in his life were happy.

HE REALIZES AFTER BARBATOS AND MC GET TOGETHER

Much like he would before the two are together, he would sort out what his feelings actually are.

When he realizes, he would acknowledge the feelings he held for them, but that would be the extent of it.

He has always been respectful of the individual relationships both held and he wasn't going to change that anytime soon.

Diavolo does his best to be professional about his feelings and how he approaches MC. After all, even if MC wasn't with his butler, he needs the human as they are a piece of the puzzle to his dream becoming a reality. He can't afford to screw this relationship up. It would be a major setback.

So he observes from the sidelines, encouraging the two and hoping for nothing but happiness for them.

He never acts on his feelings, merely chalking them up as a momentary crush at most, even if it wasn't. He would keep telling himself that until either his feelings passed or circumstances changed.

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Asexuality + Obey Me

COMING OUT TO THE BROTHERS AS ASEXUAL

♡ Characters: Demon Brothers

♡ Warnings: ace!Levi, established relationships, gn!reader, language because I’m me, not proof read

♡ A/N: I was intending to write a whole thing for pride month, this being one of the posts intended for that, buuuut.. I don’t see myself finishing everything in time thanks writer’s block so. Just going to go ahead and post this. 😊

I do apologize if this leans heavily to one side of the spectrum than the other. That’s probably a result of my own experience as being ace so it most likely bled into my writing. Hopefully this is general enough. 😅😅

♡ Taglist

♕ LUCIFER

Lucifer will sit down with you and talk to you about you sexuality after you tell him.

Being that he has a higher sex drive, he wants to know about where you are at and how you two should proceed forward in a way that accommodates the both of you. 

If anything you’ve two done up until now has made you uncomfortable he wants to know about it. He’ll ask questions and such about it, to see if there is a way to modify the action to make you more comfortable, or just fully decide to not do it again if need be. 

Lucifer is overall very accepting of this new detail about you. He’s very happy that you felt comfortable enough to share this with him on your own terms.

♕ MAMMON

He’s the definition of “he’s a little confused but he’s got the spirit.”

While asexuality isn’t necessarily a new thing to him when you bring it up, he doesn’t necessarily understand what that means. 

He’ll want to ask questions, but he makes sure to tell you that he still loves and supports you regardless of your sexuality first. 

Once he knows that you know that he loves you and that you two are okay still, he will start to ask questions. You two talk for hours about your sexuality and what that means for you and your relationship.

Mammon is big on consent and being comfortable for both parties, so he listens intently as you answer his questions.

As long as you are happy, so is Mammon, so any changes that were needed to be made were more or less seamless. 

♕ LEVIATHAN

Levi is very familiar with asexuality, probably the most familiar outside of Asmodeus.

His shoulders visibly relax when you tell him what was that thing you “needed to talk to him about.” He thought you were going to break up with him.

Admittedly, you’re a little confused when you see his reaction.

“Thank Diavolo, I thought you were going to break up with me.” He sighed, briefly going off on his usual otaku deprecation tangent before returning to the subject.

He softly smiles at you and opens up about his own relationship with sexuality, which happens to be also on the asexual spectrum. 

You two go late into the night and early morning discussing your sexualities and how to make you both happy.

Not much really changes, aside what you discussed that needed to change. Levi is big on consent with both himself and you, so only a few things needed changing to be more ideal for you both. 

♕ SATAN

Ngl I see him as demisexual but that’s a conversation for another day.

Thanks to Asmodeus, Satan is already familiar with asexuality before you bring the topic up. 

He’s looked into it before but the Devildom library has very limited selection of books on sexuality. Also, the books are very dated more times than not so they don’t really help much. 

Much like his father his brother Lucifer, his first instinct is to ask questions that relate to the two of you. Much like his brothers, he loves you and wants to make sure you’re as comfortable as possible. 

♕ ASMODEUS

Asmodeus frowns when you come out about your sexuality to him. He doesn’t frown out of anything malicious, rather he is hyperaware of how he has treated you up to that point, and is worried if he made you uncomfortable.

Out of all the brothers’, he knows the most about asexuality from the start, which explains his reaction.

He’s quick to ask you what he needs to change, taking mental note of everything you say.

Asmo is probably the most accommodating to your needs. Despite being the Avatar of Lust, sex isn’t everything for him. He adores being with you because you are you.

♕ BEELZEBUB

Beelzebub just wants his family to be happy at the end of the day, and you’re apart of that family, so his attention is all yours when you bring up the subject.

He’s a little clueless at first so you’ll have to explain everything to him.

Beel beforehand was already very accommodating to your needs, only really doing things with your consent. 

Despite this though, he asks if anything needs to change, and he notes what you say.

He’s so cute about whatever changes he needs to make. He’s dedicated and damn it he’s going to make sure change happens.

♕ BELPHEGOR

Belphegor perks up when you come in after classes and ask to talk. If it was anyone else, he’d be irritated because they would be interrupting his afternoon nap but it’s you. So he’s more than happy to miss out on it.

He listens attentively to you as you speak, asking questions when he doesn’t understand or would like more information to fully understand.

Although he never personally looked into what asexuality, he has heard Asmodeus tell Satan about before while he was trying to take a nap in the common room.

He more or less understands the basics of asexuality, but if you’re not the textbook definition of asexuality, you will have to teach him a bit.

Belphegor asks if you wish for anything to change, takes note of anything, and then asks if you two can cuddle before he takes his afternoon nap. 

Any changes are seamless. Honestly is as easy as breathing for him. 

Idk how to write the twins. Help.

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4:01 am + Lucifer

♡ Pairing: Lucifer x reader

♡ Warnings: established relationship, fluff, gn!reader, pet names (darling, love), not proof read, some ooc-ness

♡ A/N: I was half asleep writing this admittedly. Soft!Lucifer is my kryptonite.

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Lucifer’s heart skipped a beat the first time he found Y/N curled up at the foot of his bed and D.D.D in hand. He had told them to go to sleep without him as his meeting with Lord Diavolo would be running late, and of course, the human had insisted on waiting for him. No matter how much he tried to get them to go ahead, the human refused to rest without knowing the eldest demon was home and safe like the rest of his brothers.

“What am I going to do with you?” Lucifer murmured, biting back the soft smile that threatened to form as he crossed the room.

Tiredly, he removed his heavy cloak and vest, tossing them onto the couch in front of his bed for the time being. Similarly, he did with his shoes before he crawled onto the bed behind the human.

His lips pressed against the human’s temple, frowning slightly at the chilly temperature of their skin. He wrapped his arms around their waist and pulled them in closer to him. The human’s body melted into his embrace, almost as if being in his arms was where they belonged, which was something the demon wouldn’t argue with. Y/N’s back rested against the demon’s chest as he buried his face into their hair. His hand moved from their waist to their exposed arm and began to rub the chilly skin. 

“Thank you for waiting for me, love.” He murmured into their hair. “You should’ve, however, at least waited somewhere warmer.”

Lucifer allowed himself to lay there with the human for a few moments before he begrudgingly pulled himself away from them. He got up and finished preparing for bed before returning to the human. Carefully, he slipped his arms underneath the human, lifting them up with ease. Still asleep, the human moaned at the sudden warmth that engulfed them, nuzzling into the demon's chest. Lucifer chuckled, swearing he felt his heart skip a beat once more at their cuteness.

Pulling back the sheets, Lucifer laid the human down and covered them up before circling around the large bed and doing the same. Once more he pulled Y/N closer to him. This time the human nuzzled into his chest, wrapping an arm lazily around his waist.

“Good night, my darling.” He whispered, pressing a kiss on their forehead.

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8:53 pm + Beelzebub

♡ Pairing: Beelzebub x reader

♡ Warnings: fluff, gn!reader

♡ A/N: Not what I was originally planning to post today, but I still wanted to get something out so this is a little something while I try to finish my intended posts that will hopefully be coming out soon. 😊

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The human’s body collapsed against the tall wooden door, a loud sigh escaping their lips as it felt like the long day caught up to them all at once. Their eyes fell shut, seeking a brief reprieve from the harsh warm lights scattered throughout the Devildom. Their shoulders felt heavier than usual, their muscles tight, and their head felt like it might explode.

A long week it was. Each day was filled with their every waking moment occupied with classes, student council work, keeping the brothers from destroying their home or some other establishment, being dragged suddenly to some event they were never asked about, and more. The only time they had spent alone or doing absolutely nothing was when they were finally allowed to lay down late into the night, only to be woken up again by their alarm to do it all over again long before most in the House of Lamentation.

“I thought I heard you come in,” the fourth eldest brother said, catching their attention.

The human’s eyes begrudgingly opened, watching as the Avatar of Wrath stepped out of the living room and crossed the main entry hall to where they stood. A soft smile was on his lips, at least it was until he neared them and got a good glimpse at them.

“Are you alright?” Satan asked with a frown.

After hardly having time to take care of their own needs, the human looked rough. The whites of their eyes were bloodshot, the circles under their eyes were darkened, their skin pale and lifeless, their hair not well kept, the list went on. The human merely shook their head.

“Have you eaten yet?” The human once more shook their head and the demon frowned. “Go ahead and lay down. I’ll bring you some dinner.”

“Thank you,” Y/N thanked him.

The human pushed themselves off the cool wood and lazily wrapped an arm around the demon, silently thanking him once more, before they dragged themselves to their room.

Tiredly, the human pushed open their bedroom door and was greeted by the twins who were scattered in their room. Curled up with their pile of pillows on the floor was Belphegor, who slept peacefully on the hard and cold floor. Sat a few feet away was Beelzebub at the long metal table, D.D.D. in one hand, some snack in the other hand, with an assortment of snacks scattered in front of him.

“Hi?” The human greeted with confusion written across their face, shutting the door behind them.

“You’re back.” Beel smiled. “Finally!”

“Yeah?”

The human crossed the door, threw their bag onto the queen-sized bed, stepping over Belphegor as they did so. The demon not moving an inch even when their foot caught his shoulder.

“We were waiting on you,” Beel explained. “The three of us haven’t had any time together this week.”

The Avatar of Gluttony was correct. Normally, the three would spend some time together up in the attic, watching movies, snacking on whatever Beel had brought home, and generally chilling out together. The busy and chaotic week that Y/N had had, however, interrupted their usual routine. So there they were on a Friday night having yet to do their usual hangout session.

“We haven’t had we?” The human sighed, collapsing onto the bed. “I’m sorry.”

The human rolled onto their stomach, burying their face into the soft fabric of their comforter. Wordlessly, the Avatar of Gluttony stood from the table and crossed the room to where his brother and the human were. He nudged the human with his knee, signaling for them to move over as they were laying on the edge of the bed. Y/N huffed but rolled once more, making room for the demon.

Beelzebub laid down, propping himself slightly against the headboard, before patting his chest. Moving once more, this time much more happily, the human crawled into his arms. Y/N buried their head into the crook of his neck and wrapped their arms around his muscular torso. Beelzebub slipped his arms around them, a hand untucking their uniform shirt before sliding it underneath the fabric, gently running his nails up and down their back.

They lay there for a while, Belphegor’s soft snores and the white noise coming from the air conditioning being the only sounds heard throughout the room. Slowly, the human’s breaths began to even out as their lids fluttered shut, exhaustion taking hold of them.

“Get some rest,” Beel murmured against their temple before pressing his lips to the area.

The human sleepy hummed as their fingers curled into Beelzebub’s loose t-shirt fabric, legs intertwining with his, attempting to consume as much of his warmth as possible. Not too long after, the human’s soft snores joined the Avatar of Sloth’s, making Beelzebub smile.

“Good night,” Beel whispered to no one in particular, pressing one last kiss to the human’s temple before he closed his eyes.

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First Kiss + Black Clover

♡ Characters: Charlotte Roselei, Julius Novachrono, Rill Boismortier, Yami Sukehiro

♡ Warnings: Alcohol (Charlotte, Yami), established relationships (various types), fluff, gn!reader, ooc-ness probably, slightly suggestive (Julius)

♡ A/N: I really felt the effects of my writer’s block on this one, especially after Charlotte’s part.💀 If anyone wants a part 2 with the rest of the Captains let me know. If there is enough interest I’ll write it. 

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♕ CHARLOTTE

You would have to be the one to initiate the kiss. As much as Charlotte would want to kiss you, she would overthink your possible reaction, so much so that she just wouldn’t in the end. Assuming that you were not interested in her like that, convincing herself that any flirting you had done were merely friendly banter.

It’s at the end of a long day when you decide to kiss her. You’ve both had a pint or two of alcohol. Charlotte’s flushed cheeks are so cute and you’ve been crushing on her for awhile. She looked too irresistible to pass up.

With a little help of liquid courage, you shoot your shot, prepared for the consequences of your actions if she doesn’t reciprocate.

Slipping their hand behind her head, Y/N pulled the Blue Rose Captain in towards them and pressed their lips to hers. The whole time, their grip on her is loose enough for her to reject them at any time. However, the rejection never comes. A small smile makes it way to Y/N’s lips when they begin to feel her lips move against theirs, her body relaxing into their grasp after the initial shock wears off.

Eventually, the time came to when they begrudgingly needed air. Y/N pecked Charlotte’s lips one last time before pulling away, their hand retreating from Charlotte’s form. The skin on her neck now cold from the lack of warmth Y/N radiated. Bashfully, the Blue Rose’s Captain turned away, hiding her crimson face. Y/N giggled at the gesture, Charlotte’s bashfulness was incredibly adorable like always.

“Does this mean you feel the same, Captain?” Y/N asked, their smile growing.

When the Captain didn’t respond, only small little noises of embarrassment coming from her, Y/N silently pulled one of her hands away from her face and slipped their hand into hers.

♕ JULIUS

Getting the courage to kiss the Wizard King on the cheek, you would kiss him first. Julius, however, wouldn’t let you get away with just a cheek kiss. Being naturally a bit mischievous, he takes this opportunity to confirm his suspicions about you.

He slipped his arms around you when you lean in, on your tiptoes, and placed his hands on your lower back. He noticed the way your cheeks slightly darken underneath his touch, but you seemingly ignore it, committing to your kiss.

Your lips briefly contact his cheek before you attempt to run away. His hand on your back keeps you from any true attempt at running though, wrapping his arm around your figure. His grip, however, still loose enough to where you could truly reject him if you wished.

Julius’ other hand slipped behind their neck and guided them to his lips. Y/N gasped against his lips, eyes widening as they fell into his chest. He chuckled against their lips, feeling them melt into his touch.

“That’s more like it,” Julius murmured teasingly, lips brushing against Y/N’s. “No need to be shy.”

“Shut up,” they whined, cheeks darkening even more.

The Wizard King chuckled, pecking their cute pouty lips. As he pulled away, Y/N chased after him, and he gladly allowed them to rejoin their lips. His hands settle on their lower torso and began to explore the unfamiliar area, memorizing their body with his fingers. Only parting again once more when the two heard Marx’s voice from the corridor. 

“We’ll continue this later,” he whispered, pecking their lips once more before pulling away.

♕ RILL

Honestly, this could go either way. It’s just a matter of whoever gets the courage to kiss whom first. 

One of the times when Rill is just being adorably enthusiastic, the urge to kiss him overwhelmed you and you acted on it. Taking his bigger hand into yours, you caught his attention, and pulled him in closer towards you.

Rill’s eyes widen as you pull him in, other hand going to his cheek as you close the distance between the two of you. 

Rill’s cheeks heat up underneath Y/N’s fingertips, his free hand naturally went to their waist. While the kiss is short, no more than a few seconds, it feels like forever as the reality of the situation hit Y/N. Quickly, they pulled away and an unintelligible string of apologies left their lips. Their panicked apology, however, stop when the Captain’s laugh graced their ears.

“Huh?”

Their face was painted in confusion, laughter not being the expected reaction to their kiss.

“I thought I would never get to do this with you,” he admitted, a soft smile appearing on his lips. “I’m so happy.”

“Oh.” Y/N chuckled, their body relaxing at his confession. 

The Aqua Deer Captain’s cheeks darkened, growing shyer as seconds passed as he lingered in his thoughts. His fingers nervously played with the hem of their shirt, hand still remaining on their waist. 

“What is it?” Y/N asked, brows furrowed. 

The young Captain avoided their gaze as he spoke, eyes lingering on the ground behind them.

“C-Can I k-kiss you… again?” He asked bashfully. 

♕ YAMI

The Black Bull’s Captain is the one to kiss you. The two of you go out for some drinks after a long and hard mission, celebrating with your squads on the joint success.

Several hours and pints of alcohol deep, all cares are gone, with the alcohol loosening you two up. Years worth of buried feelings slowly coming to the surface as the intoxicating liquid took over. Your darkened cheeks, disheveled hair, and slightly parted plump lips all too tempting for the Black Bull Captain.

Yami’s arm that laid across the back of the booth seat in the corner of the pub fell down onto your shoulders, and brought you in close to his broad chest. With his free hand, he grabbed your chin and tilted your face upwards. His grip on you loose enough to allow you to move away if you truly wanted to. 

Y/N hummed against his sake-tasting lips, melting into his touch immediately. Maybe it was the alcohol talking or something else, but his lips on theirs felt natural. His lips were warm and soft, the opposite of his normal demeanor. The captain smirked against their lips as they deepened the kiss, hands grabbing at his shirt, desperately wanting to be closer to him.

“Captain!” Asta hollered from across the room, desperately looking for the Captain.

Yami groaned, begrudgingly breaking the kiss. His head fell onto their shoulder, nuzzling his face into their neck. Yami’s large hand fell to their thighs and tiredly began to rub circles onto their skin.  

“Want to take this somewhere more private?” He mumbled after a moment.

“Shouldn’t you go see what he wants?” Y/N asked, brows furrowed.

“He can wait.”

Getting up, Yami pecked their lips before standing with an outstretched hand. Y/N accepted his gesture, slipping their hand into his. The Captain intertwined his fingers with theirs as they left, weaving in and out of the crowd with his thumb mindlessly rubbing over theirs.