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𝐢𝐭’𝐬 𝐚 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐞 ; 𝐥𝐟

[smut. 18+ only. minors dni.]

[gn!reader. felix calls you ‘baby’. blowjob. swearing. dirty talk. cum swallowing. super brief hair pulling scene. cumshot. felix tastes his own cum.]

[1k words]

this is written terribly and i kinda hate this but yeah, i’m weak for lee felix and those pictures altered my brain chemistry.

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your fingers wrap around his bathrobe belt to undo it from behind. felix looks at you through the mirror and chuckles when you start kissing his neck, your hands roaming all over his naked chest and abdomen.

“baby. baby, ah. i have to start getting ready for tonight,” he stutters, eyes fluttering shut.

“what? ‘m not doing anything…” you murmur, hands gripping the navy blue bathrobe and dragging the soft material down his shoulders, revealing his freckled skin. you start kissing him there, too.

“you know exactly what you’re doing.”

“and what is it?” he’s one hundred percent sure you’re smirking as you speak, even though he can’t see you.

you keep kissing him and feeling him up, wrapping your fingers around his arms as you scrape the skin of his shoulders with your teeth, gently, teasing him. then, you take the teasing even further, touching one of his most sensitive spots - his pretty, pink nipples, and it takes everything in him not to fold right there, right now.

“you... you’re a menace,” he sighs, “you’re teasing me knowing damn well i’m gonna be busy all night.”

“it’s not my fault you’re busy,” you shrug. he hates you.

“yeah, but this,” felix wraps his fingers around your wrist, then places your hand on top of his crotch and gasps at the contact your skin makes with his already hard cock. “this is your fault. i wasn’t hard when i got out of the shower.”

you whimper against his shoulder, biting him just a little bit harder. you wrap your fingers around his manhood, giving his hard cock a long and slow stroke. “you’re so hard already…”

felix takes a deep breath when he feels you moving your wrist up and down his length, but he doesn’t stop you. “seriously, though. why would you do this to me knowing i don’t have the time to bend you over and fuck you stupid?” he whines.

“but i’ll be here when you’ll come back from the event. waiting for you in bed. you can fuck me stupid then,” you promise.

“great,” felix pouts and snorts. “now i’m gonna be frustrated the whole night, thinking of my pretty baby waiting for me in bed. seriously, i love you so much but sometimes i really hate you,” he chuckles.

“well, i can’t have a frustrated boyfriend, now, can i? and i can’t have a boyfriend who hates me,” you drag the robe down felix’s spine, kissing the revealed portion of skin. “i better do something about it.”

“something? what do you mean?” he bites his lip when you finally undress him fully, the navy blue bathrobe ends up on the floor. he turns to look at you.

you kneel down in front of him, his pretty cock still in your hand as you snap your head up to meet his eyes. he’s weak for you, especially when you look at him with those eyes when you’re about to take him in your mouth. you lick the underside of his cock, all the way from his heavy balls to his pretty tip.

“oh,” felix whimpers, gripping the sink so hard his knuckles and fingers turn white when you wrap your wet lips around his cockhead and suck. “oh, yes. just like that, baby.”

you hum, taking him even deeper in your mouth until almost all of his length fits in your mouth, the tip of his cock hitting the back of your throat the way he likes it, the way it makes him fold for you. you feel his balls tighten, full and definitely heavier than before. the tip of your nose is buried in the dark pubic hair at the base of his cock, and your eyes flutter shut when you inhale his manly scent mixed with the one of his fruity shower gel.

“baby. my baby, you’re so good to me. your mouth is something else,” felix starts rambling on absentmindedly, kicking his head back, lost in the pleasure you’re giving him.

he starts moaning and grunting and whimpering like crazy, signalling he’s getting closer to reaching his climax. you entangle your fingers with his, then place his hand on top of your head.

“can i pull your hair, baby?” felix whines, legs already trembling. “i’ll be gentle, i promise. i won’t hurt you.”

looking up at him, you nod with his cock in your mouth and felix almost busts right in your mouth without even being able to warn you. there’s saliva all over your lips and chin, and lewd, filthy sounds are the only thing that can be heard inside the room. felix tugs at your hair and you moan.

“look at me. look at me, baby, fuck,” felix gasps, clenching his jaw, feeling on the verge of his orgasm, “look at me. wan’ you to look at me when i cum, baby, please.”

you oblige, looking at him through your eyelashes as you suck him off as if your life depended on it, moving your mouth up and down his length.

“it’s coming. baby, i’m- oh, fuck,” you feel the first rope of cum filling your mouth, and then a second rope of cum, and then felix is pulling out and a third rope of cum ends up painting your face, and then a fourth.

felix lets out choked moan at the sight of your pretty face all covered in his release. “you’re so fucking pretty like this. c’mere.”

he helps you stand up and wastes no time in crashing his lips on yours, not even caring about the fact that he can literally taste himself, since you’re covered in his pre-cum and cum. right now, you’re the hottest sight he’s ever witnessed and he’s so fucking angry that he’s got an event to attend. he’s even hornier than before.

“you,” felix grunts as he pulls away from your lips. he gropes the flesh of your ass with his hand. “you’re in for a long night, i hope you know that. ‘m gonna fucking ruin you.”

“sounds like a promise,” you poke his cheek, smirking.

“it is. i’m gonna fuck you stupid for the whole night, baby. ‘m gonna give you the night of your life. it’s a promise.”

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heyy guys, just making sure you people still remember me

currently working on my multi-chapter story for Kita, currently around 5,000 words and it's only the beginning

school still kicking my ass, but now in university

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Can I touch your wings..?

Asking to touch / see their wings with Mammon, Lucifer, and Diavolo! i feel like these would be kinda sensitive but not rlly?

Lucifer

you had both been working in his office, you were simply trying to work through your homework without the brothers interfering (as they usually did). Your most recent subject involved the anatomy and biology of demons.

reading through the various lists of wings and their differences, you realized Lucifer's wings were a bit odd compared to the others in the textbook. most were bat or insect-like. Glancing up, you spoke.

"Hey... Lucifer, could I see your wings a minute?"

eyes immediately lifting to meet yours he grunts

"and why.. pray tell?"

fumbling over yourself you flip your textbook over to show him what you were studying. "Yours don't look anything like these! I just wanted to get a better view of them. Pleaseee, it's for my assignment."

rolling his eyes, he stood from his chair and dropped his jacket onto his desk, back facing you. in a blink, they appeared, black feathers swooshing around you.

they were enormous, gorgeous even, the pure slate colored feather tips gently drifting across the floor. you had assumed he had gorgeous angel wings, and that they looked similar to what was in front of you. which made you wonder...

reaching a hand out, your fingertips brushed the spot the wings met his back. before you knew it, he whirled in front of you, grabbing your wrist that was touching his wings.

you staggered back at his reaction, trying to pull free from his grip.

"Don't" he released you as you fell back into the chair, gaping up at him.

"luci... they're incredible! I- I didn't know they were so sensitive, my bad."

he left you to your studies, but you were completely breathless... wanting to touch them in full again.

meanwhile, as lucifer struck out of his office, his heart was erratic in his chest. the feeling of your hands gently stroking his feathers caused him to bristle, no one had ever dare to touch his wings before you...

Mammon

 Somehow you and Mammon had ended up binge watching nature documentaries as he made an offhand comment about not knowing much about humans and their animals.

So, you had picked one about flying animals and now, the narrator was explaining the different types of wings and how each fits the species and their needs perfectly.

Eyeing the male next to you, you thought about his own wings.

“hey… Mammon?” you murmured, causing his head to turn towards you as he raised an eyebrow in question. “I mean… can you show me your wings? I kinda want to compare them to what I’ve seen in the human realm.”

He shuffles awkwardly between himself, turning his head away, “the hell would’ja wanna do that for? You’ve seen them plenty.” You huffed at his reply and grabbed his shoulders, turning his face towards you. Blinking up at him, you gave your best puppy dog eyes.

He squirmed away from you, “uGH, fine! Just… turn around!”

Happily scooching back, you felt a slight breeze as his wings popped out. Glancing at them, you stared in awe as you came closer, looking over the white, bony structure connected by a thin, black membrane that seemed almost translucent the more you looked at it.

You reached out a hand, fingertips brushing along the sharp edges. You felt Mammon shiver beneath your touch, his face becoming flushed as your gentle touch. Were they sensitive? You thought, bringing your hand to wrap around where it connected into his back.

He jolted, wings disappearing as he spun around to face you, sweat starting to slick his brow as he brought up his wrist to cover his mouth. “Alright! That’s enough, you can’t just poke and prod wherever ya please!”

You laughed, short and soft as he became more and more uncomfortable beneath your gaze. Settling back down to the couch, you continued on with the show.

Unbeknownst to you, Mammon was on fire, the spot where his wings met his back was on fire from your touch. He hadn’t realized how sensitive to your touch he was… but he couldn’t say he was complaining.

Diavolo

You had been playing some games with the lord of devildom, entertaining him with games, books, and more about different folklore and fantasy that humans were interested in. He was particularly interested in one of the mini board characters, a dragon to be specific.

“Indeed, it does look rather defiant, does it not?” he asked you. Nodding in reply, you grabbed the mini figurine from him and turned it around to study it. you took particular notice of it’s wings, the hook looking incredibly similar to the ones on someone’s wings…

“Hey, Diavolo? Could I see your wings for a minute?”

Eyes widening, he tilted his head at your request, looking at how you were contemplating the tiny statue in front of you. Did you mean to compare his wings to this…. Tiny clay thing? He smiled and the next thing you knew, Diavolo was in his demon form.

He turned around and rolled his shoulders back, stretching his wingspan to it’s full length. Your mouth dropped open. Fanned out in front of you, were the largest wings you had ever seen. The muscles and membrane that stretched between the structures of all four wings were nothing but impressive. You looked at the changing colors between the membrane, noticing tiny glistening cells that made up the brunt of it.

“Holy shit…” you murmured. To be honest, his wings very well could have been the inspiration of dragons. They looked incredibly strong… you reached out a hand instinctively to touch the …horn? On the top of his wing.

Diavolo laughed at your expression of awe and desire to touch his wings. No one had ever been bold enough to try and touch them, even Barbatos knew better than to brush past them. But you… were so delicate and curious about them. He assumed you thought they were the stuff of legends.

“Are they to your liking?” he flapped his wings, causing a gust of wind to overtake you. Blinking up at him you responded, “They are… something out of a fairytale, Dia. I don’t think I’ve ever seen anything so…” you were at a loss for words, extending your hand towards the middle of his back, your fingertips brushing along his wingspan.

In a blink, he was towering over you, his wings cocooning you closer to him as you braced your hands against his chest.

“Oh! I- uh… I’m sorry,” you squirmed, backing into his wings. He laughed, transforming back to his casual clothes from before in a blink. He enjoyed teasing you, but you couldn’t ignore the glint in his eyes the way he turned towards you after you touched his skin.

“Well… shall we continue where we left off?” Diavolo gestured to the games laid out in front of him. You nodded, a bit spaced out by the whole ordeal.

“Dia, I have to admit, your wings are magnificent.” Glancing down back towards your book, you laughed as you plunged back onto the couch.

Unaware of his gaze, Diavolo felt an immense pride at the idea of you admiring him. He didn’t consider himself insecure by any means, but he felt his chest flutter at your words… and your touch, he felt his blood scream when you had touched them.

“Well you know… you can see my wings anytime you like.”

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In which you realize you don't have to be perfect around Seungmin.

Hurt/comfort. (wrote this while listening to fine line so i do recommend listening to it hehe)

"I bought snacks for our movie night!" Seungmin excitedly announces, strutting inside your room with a grin on his face.

You snap your head towards him, guilt already cursing through your veins. "Was it tonight?"

"Yeah, did you forget?" he asks, a hint of amusement in his voice.

"No, no. Um... I just- I need to finish this essay first and..." your eyes rack frantically through your desk- everything looks so disorganized to you right now. "And I... I didn't wash the dishes from yesterday," you scratch your hand uncomfortably, suddenly recalling everything you are behind in. "And I promised I'll make you cookies, didn't I?" you ask, growing more agitated with each word.

You abruptly stand up, dropping your pen and darting towards the kitchen. Your hands are shaking as you rapidly grab a bowl from the sink to start washing it. But you can't hold it still and it falls to the ground, the loud thud echoing through your home.

You are behind on everything- your work, your cleaning, your promises.

"Yn?" Seungmin calls out your name cautiously but you don't answer him, too lost in your own thoughts. When did you let things go this much? You forgot your date with Seungmin, but you weren't one to forget. You're the one who remembers every single detail, making sure that everything runs smoothly.

But the stress of finals has taken a toll on you. It was hard to catch your breath when you felt like you were crumbling down under the weight of your self-deprecating thoughts.

And you don't want Seungmin to see you this way- anything short of perfect. He'd criticize you too, right? Like everyone before him did.

"Baby, breathe," he places his hand gently on your shoulder and you freeze in your place. Your hands are tightly clutching the countertop, and you don't dare to turn around and face him.

"I'm okay," you reply, willing your voice to be strong.

"Are you really ?" he asks you softly and you look up at the ceiling in a useless attempt to stop your tears from falling.

Seungmin didn't need you to talk. He simply glances at your tense shoulders and your foot that's furiously tapping the floor, and he knows. He has his answer.

Your back is still facing him, so he slowly wraps his arms around you from behind. His shin resting gently on top of your shoulder.

"I'm sorry I'm not perfect," you finally whisper after a few beats of silence.

"Who says I want perfect?"

"I just... Everything went wrong and I... I feel as if I let you down," you admit quietly and you expect Seungmin to let you go and turn away. But he doesn't, instead he tightens his hold on you and you almost can't believe it. He's staying.

"You didn't let me down. You are only human, I don't expect you to be put together all the time. Imagine how boring that would be," he adds with a chuckle and you smile despite yourself, your hand slowly raising up to rest on top of his.

"We'll wash the dishes together. And we'll bake the cookies together. But you'll work on your essay alone because why did you choose such a hard major," he jokes and you swat his hand playfully in reply.

"But I'm here," he turns you around, his eyes finally locking with yours. "We pick each other up when the other is down."

Seungmin gently wipes your tears away, before leaning in to place a soft kiss on your forehead. His lips linger in there for a couple more seconds than necessary, and you almost cry from the relief that's flooding your being. He stayed.

"You don't have to pretend around me. If you are feeling overwhelmed, just tell me, okay?"

"Okay," you smile at him and he nods, satisfied.

"Now..." Seungmin smiles mischievously at you and you know there is a twisted plan brewing in his head. Your suspicions are confirmed when he suddenly bends down and picks you up. He runs towards the living room where he throws you on the couch, and then he's on top of you, tickling you until you can't breathe anymore.

"How dare you forget about our movie night! I should be your one and only priority!"

"I'm sorry!" you yell through your giggles, but Seungmin doesn't yield. He keeps on tickling you until your cheeks ache from how hard you are laughing, and you're slowly starting to forget what made you so upset in the first place.

Truth is, Seungmin didn't mind that you forgot about your date. He just needed you to laugh again.

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any dude can be a "daddy" but it takes a real man to be a babygirl

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I drew these some time ago, when the Nightbringer trailer came out, and I figured why not post them. Demon teeth headcanons for the brothers, even tho I’m not that good at drawing teeth.

Luci: Perfectly straight tho his fangs do point outwards, like yaeba teeth. The top fangs poke out when he closes his mouth, making him look like a vampire.

Mammon: Little crooked, making him look even more cute. His fangs are large and golden. (also I couldn’t stop myself from drawing dimples in his cheeks)

Levi: Shark teeth, very sharp. Multiple rows of teeth, some of them poke out of his mouth. He also has a second jaw in the back of his mouth, like a moray eel.

Satan: Large tusks and he WILL bite you with them. Basically polar opposite to Lucifer’s. Also has a gap in the front.

Asmo: I have a headcanon that when Asmo fell and landed in Devildom he managed to land straight on his face, breaking half of his bones. He uses an unhealthy amount of magic to cover them up tho. His fangs are very straight, needle like.

Beel: Too many teeth. Like, WAY too many. They go all the way down into his throat. Also has two pairs of fangs, smaller in the front and beigger behind them. His smile is a little unsettling. His tongue is barbed.

Belphie: Small top teeth, since cows dont have top front teeth. You won’t see them unless he opens his mouth wide enough. His fangs do poke out tho. Talks with his bottom teeth. Also has a barbed tongue, like his twin.

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Reactions to Calling Them Husband

(Silly little headcanon my sister and I were talking about, and also inspired by those dorky videos on tiktok lol.)

Lucifer:

You were at an event at the Demon Lord’s castle, surrounded by demons who were very interested in the human that seemed to tame the seven demon lords. Many of them surrounded you, asking you questions and just all around obsessing over you to the point where you were feeling overwhelmed.

As if sensing your unease, Lucifer was at your side instantly, his hand at the small of your back. “Need rescuing?” he teased, using his wings to barricade you away from some of the other demons.

You smiled up at him and as you were stepping away, you addressed a demon still trying to talk to you: “Sorry, I need to step away with my husband. Bye now.”

This made him almost stop in his tracks; almost. But he did stare down at you with the smallest sign of awe on his face that you would be brave enough to address him as ‘husband’ to another demon.

Once alone and out of ear shot of the others, he leans down and whispers to you: “Bold of you to address me as such in front of of the lesser demons. Can you imagine the rumors that are going to spread now?”

He silently enjoys the panicked look that spreads on your face for a moment before smirking and adding, “Not that I mind, of course. It will only cement that the wonderful human is all mine.”

Expect him to have a hand on you the rest of the evening and will smirk and beam the entire time if you address him as your husband again.

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Cold Exterior

Tobirama Senju x Reader

Synopsis: Tobirama was known for many things. Being the second Hokage, being one of the founders of the village, and being cold. After a talk with his brother, Tobirama is once again reminded what is important, and it definitely wasn't his reputation to uphold.

A/n: I get it okay before anyone yells at me. The man is cold hearted... BUT IN MY WORLD FAMILY IS DIFFERENT. Hes awk but hes trying 🤠

The snow fell softly towards the ground, covering the village in a thin layer that would melt away as quickly as it came. Your daughter was 5 and considering snow wasn't common in the village, this was her first time seeing it. Her father was currently walking towards you both, his Hokage cloak flapping against the harsh winter wind. You were unaware of his presence, too focused on picking out the correct produce for tonight's dinner while your daughter gripped your skirt tightly in her fist. Her bright eyes sparkled with adoration as she took in the white flakes that melted on her warm skin. "Gura, honey do you want a snack? A fruit maybe?"

Your soft tone brought your daughter's attention back to you, but her eyes shifted to something behind you. You turned swiftly with furrowed brows but soon relaxed as Tobirama wrapped his arms securely around you. "I didn't see you coming" you muttered out, hand slipping under his cloak to scratch at his back. Confusion spread through your body and you stepped back, PDA was not something he did...

"Mama. Can I have an apple please"

Your daughter's soft voice allowed you to fully step away from Tobirama, eyes scanning the crowd to see if anyone was staring. Thankfully, no one seemed to notice the affectionate exchange, either that or they acted like they didn't. "Sure sweetheart, what kind?" Your hand slipped to the pocket of your skirt, fingers searching for the cash you brought along for shopping.

"I got it, my love" Tobirama gruffed out, fingers wrapping tightly around your wrist in order to stop your search. Tobirama stepped closer to his daughter who shied away from him from intimidation, he was a big man and he was never a warm-hearted father.

But he was trying, he had been trying for months now to change. He had been slipping up the past few weeks and been neglectful to you both, but his brother reminded him that no matter what, he couldn't lose you both. "Gura. What kind of apple do you want?" Tobirama changed the tone in his voice, now sounding like a tender father instead of a harsh Hokage. It left your daughter confused and looking towards you for guidance. You nodded at her reassuringly, he was her father after all and you knew that he would do anything for her.

He just had a funny way of showing it. Gura stepped closer to her father's open arms, fingers playing with the hem of her jacket as she kept her eyes downcast to the ground. Tobirama chuckled before sweeping her up in his arms, resting her on his hip as he pulled the cloak around her body for warmth. Your daughter let out a giggle, excited to see a side of her father that she had never seen before. Soon, Gura had picked out an apple and the three of you had walked back home. You questioned Tobirama on why he was leaving work so early, but he only kissed your cheek instead of giving an answer.

Truthfully, he was scared you'd leave because of his cold demeanor. He knew that you accepted it, but you didn't deserve it. "Mama! Can we go play in the snow!!!" Gura screamed right as you walked through the door of your home, but once again before you could say anything, Tobirama beat you to it. "What you don't want me to join?!" His voice was booming and full of sarcasm, but Gura grew silent as she didn't understand the tone of her father's voice. A knowing smile rose on your lips as Tobirama turned to you with despair in his eyes, poor things. Standing on your tiptoes, you pressed a sweet kiss to Tobirama's cold cheek. Despite his cold exterior, it seems that something was changing and you weren't going to try and stop it. Dropping to a knee in front of your anxious daughter, you pressed a kiss to her forehead before cupping her small face in your hands. Her wide eyes rose to yours and the worry that resided within them made you sigh in empathy.

You knew all too well what it was like to see Tobirama's gentle side, almost as if he'd snap in the middle of a peaceful moment.

"Gura honey, daddy's joking around with you... How about we all go play in the snow?" Gura shyly looked to her father who towered over you two, squinting her eyes she seemed to have picked up the sadness coming from her father because she was soon pushing away from you with haste. "I'm sorry Daddy" Gura whispered as she raised her arms up at him, signaling that she wanted to be up in the safety of his arms. His face softened and he quickly scooped her up, hands pulling her close into his body as he fought back tears. He was so lucky for you to stay with him while he slowly warmed up to you, but he never expected his own child to endure the same pain that his cold exterior caused.

You stood and smiled softly at how tightly your husband gripped onto Gura as if his entire life relied on her love for him. Stepping forward, you wrapped your arms around both of them and snuggled your face playfully into your daughter's hair. She let out an angelic giggle as your nose brushed the back of her neck, the most ticklish spot on her. Tobirama pulled her away in defense, only causing more giggles to fall from her lips at how he 'defended' her from such a silly thing.

Stepping back, you watched as the two bounded towards the door. In mere hours, the two had become best friends, and the love for your cold-exterior husband had bloomed once again.

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Prompt: Y/N had a nightmare and asks comfort

Characters: Barbatos, Diavolo, Simeon, and Solomon

✨🌸Fluff🌸✨

Y/N is going to be gender neutral to the best of my abilities. They/Them Pronouns, and I’m going to try and avoid gendered descriptors <3 Also tysm for all the love on the last post! I really appreciate it and I'm glad I could feed my fellow simps (✿◡‿◡)

I'm also gonna apologize now for possibly being out of character for anyone and also not adding Mephisto, Thirteen or Raphael. I Haven't met them yet so I don't want to write for them just yet but I will in the future. Anyway onwards to the story (╯▽╰ )

TW/CW: Not describing what was in the nightmare but if that ambiguity bothers you and makes your mind spiral please don’t read and have a wonderful night, 

Part 1 | Part 2(here)

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Y/N jolted upright, holding their chest as it felt as if their heart would run away. They tried to calm their breathing and their thoughts, unable to shake the horrors their subconscious cruelly subjected them to. They took some deep breaths and manage to calm themself enough to look at the time. They squinted as their D.D.D lights up and the numbers display on the screen. It was late. They wondered if it may be too late to ask for comfort from someone. Taking another deep breath both to sooth their shaky hands and for some courage, they opened their contacts to make a phone call.

Diavolo

Y/N stared at Diavolo's contact for a moment. Sure he certainly wouldn't mind comforting them in this time of need, in fact he'd be eager to help his human but the real problem came with his royalty status. He was a very important man and they didn't want to stop him from performing his royal duties. They bit their lip and breathed in before clicking the call button. The phone rings for a bit before he picked up.

"Y/N!" his voice raspy and tired like he had just woken up, yet still sounding excited as he spoke, "what are you doing up so late? Is there something you need?"

"Yeah it is late," Y/N laughed a little, "I was wondering if you could stay on the phone for a bit," they made their quiet request shyly.

"Might I ask why?" Dia questioned, now intrigued by such a simple request.

"I had a nightmare and I really don't want to be alone," they felt their cheeks heating up with embarrassment as the demon prince let out a soft chuckle.

"Of course I can do that for you. Are you sure you just want me to stay on the phone? It would be much easier to comfort you in person," his voice softened, taking on a loving tone with not a trace of mockery.

"I mean yeah but I don't want to bother you too much. You probably have more important things to attend to."

"In this moment, you're the most important thing I have to tend to. I'll be there momentarily, be patient for me, okay?" he hung up, and left Y/N a bit flustered.

They rushed down the halls, and to the front door. Y/N paced around impatiently unlike what Diavolo had requested of them. They were excited yet anxious, worried about possibly making Dia lose sleep but happy to be held. Diavolo soon walked in, a grin decorating his features. Their worries washed away the instant their eyes met his.

He spoke up in a cheerful yet hushed tone as he shut the door as to not wake the rest of the dormitory, "Y/N, Thank you for being patient. I'll make sure you're comfortable and back to bed in an instant."

Barbatos

Y/N hesitated before calling the demon butler, unsure of whether or not he'd appreciate them being even more work for him. Barbatos had a lot of responsibility and little time to rest, seeing as he was the butler of the next king of Devildom. They sighed and internally gave themself a little pep talk before calling his number. The phone was ringing for only a second before Barbatos picked up.

"Good evening Y/N," he greeted, formal as ever with all my adoration of course, "is there a reason you're calling so late?"

"Yeah there is a reason.. I just need someone to talk to, I don't want to be alone right now," they mumbled out, "sorry for bothering you, you don't have to obviously."

"You're hardly a bother, I'd be happy to assist you," his calm voice reassured them that they were in fact safe, "shall I stay on the phone while I make my way to you?"

"Come to me?!" they blurted out loudly in a panic but quickly lowering their voice, "don't you have to be at Diavolo's side at all times or something?"

"Not necessarily, however my plan was to return to the castle with you.. Is it that you don't wish for my physical presence?"

"Well, no, I do.. I just-"

"Like I've stated before you are far from a bother, the young master is sleeping so all should be well. I'll send a message to Lucifer so he knows your whereabouts," he chuckled as Y/N sighs in defeat.

"Alright as long as its not an issue.." a small smile formed as they got themself ready.

"It is truly a pleasure to make you feel safe."

Simeon

Y/N tapped on Simeon's name, confident he wouldn't mind them bothering him. They didn't expect him to come over all the way from purgatory hall of course. They really just wanted him to talk to them for a while until they calmed down at the very least. The phone rings for a minute before Simeon picked up.

"Good morning, Y/N," he yawned out, "what are you doing up so early?"

"Well.. I'm not really up by choice,"

"Oh? Did something happen or is Asmo pestering you?" he chuckled a little, "though.. if it was just that you wouldn't have called me."

"I guess you could say something happened," they sighed softly, "this is really embarrassing.." They felt the heat rise to their cheeks

"Don't be, I won't judge you even if I think its something small," Simeon now sounded fairly awake and more serious than before

"I had a nightmare, I just don't want to be alone right now... I'm sorry," their voice quivered, threatening to crack and give away the fact there were tears trying to escape their eyes

"I see. I'll be over as soon as I write a note for Luke," they heard Simeon shuffle out of his bed.

"You don't have to come Simeon,"

"I know but I want to help you, Y/N,"

They grew quiet for a moment, "can you stay on the phone until you get here?"

"Of course I can. I'll care for you for as long as you need."

Solomon

Y/N didn't hesitate to call Solomon, full well knowing that he was up most nights. They waited impatiently, growing more anxious as the phone continued ringing. There was no answer, "Maybe he'd actually asleep for once..." they thought to themself, putting the phone down and rolling over. Y/N closed their eyes, trying to rest once more but was unsuccessful.

They sniffled softly before being startled by their phone ringing. Peaking at the screen, they smiled a little at Solomon's name being displayed. They answered after swiftly grabbing their phone once again.

"Sorry for not answering, I was busy with one of my projects and didn't hear the phone," he laughed a little bit, "but why are you up so late?"

"Oh. If you're busy its okay.. I just had a really bad nightmare."

"I see. That's unfortunate," he states the obvious, "What do you need from me to help?"

“Well I don’t know.. I just thought we’d talk and hang out on the phone, but-“

“No buts from you. I can do that but I think it would be much easier if I came to you,” he laughed.

“What’s so funny?” they pouted as if he could see them through the phone.

“I actually just finished something to help with this exact situation,” Solomon sounded excited, “how convenient! I’ll be over soon,”

Solomon hung up the phone, leaving Y/N alone again. They sighed, getting up and ready to greet him at the door. They wished he would’ve stayed on the phone but he was a bit oblivious when it came to social situations same Solomon same but they wouldn’t want him any other way. It was endearing in his own way how he got so excited at times that he forgot how to read a room affectionately of course. They waited patiently at the front door for Solomon to arrive. Solomon opened the door with a small smile.

“Solomon!” Y/N hugged him tightly

“Good evening,” he hugs back with one arm, pulling a potion out of his pocket with his free hand, “now let’s get you back to bed”

[morganwritesfanfic]

cowboy anon here with a shikamaru blurb (that's 6bpages long but shhhhh) anywho enjoy! warning for insecure reader tho not sure if i should warn you

You sigh heavily as you slump up against the bar wall with your team, tired and sweaty, freshly returning from your most recent mission. None of you even bothered returning to any of your apartments yet in favor of chasing away your foul time abroad with alcohol.

The leader of your little group grunts as they roughly slide in the booth across from you, and your final third member also silently slips next to them unbothered. 

“We should tell sensei we’re back.” your leader mumble, rubbing their eyes. “After we report to the Hokage in the morning.”

Saying nothing, you look out the window, eyeing the crowd of other people making their way to the bar. You smell them clearly, all mostly omegas, and lingering near the back of the group was the omega that haunted you; Shikamaru Nara. His expression was impassive, as it usually was, as he crowds together with Kiba and Naruto through the small gate in the fence that surrounds the bar. 

You swallow thickly, and heave another sigh. You’ve pinned over Shikamaru for years, and for years you’ve purposely and expertly avoided the object of your affections as best you can. Shikamaru comes from an important, wealthy, and prominent family, whereas your family was persistently barely scraping and never held any title or importance. Even if you tried to court him, you’re sure you’d be laughed away, someone so average as you. 

A sly laugh fills your booth. Without turning your head, you look to your team member, seeing them smirking back at you.  “I know that sound…” they drawl teasingly. “That Nara omega must be nearby…”

“Don’t be mean.” your leader orders. Both your team members were well aware of your crush. Often trying to encourage you, have you see your worth as an alpha and take the plunge to just even talk to Shikamura, but you’ve always chickened out at the last second. “Get out of the booth so I can get us drinks.”

Your body already starts to slide out of the booth. “I’ll get them, don’t worry.” it’s not that you are upset with your friend for teasing you, it’s just that you’re thirsty and tired from your journey, and both of them have a bad habit of spilling. 

“Something strong!” one of them called to you; you weren’t sure who and you didn’t care, you agreed with them. 

Shikamaru’s group is well into the bar by the time you make your way to the bartender. You had to wiggle and shove your way to the counter through the annoying crowd of inconsiderate people. Your eyes browsed the bottles trying to spot anything of interest when a gentle shove pushed you further into the bar. 

“What a drag…” a familiar voice mumbled beneath their breath. “Sorry about that.”

You turn your head enough just to see Shikamura force his way next to you, also looking at the counter. 

Your breath hitched in your throat before you managed to coolly say, “It’s fine.”

Internally you were screaming. The only outside-of-work interaction with Shikamura you’ve ever had and it was purely by accident. Only the fates would hate you so. But you forced yourself to remain calm. It was a small village, statistically speaking, you were going to bump into the omega.

The bartender finally approached you, looking almost as haggard as you, and you smile at her in sympathy before placing your order. “Do you have something that almost isn’t safe for consumption?”

She raises an amused eyebrow at you, and you could feel the curious stare of the omega beside you. With a turn, the bartender snatched a bottle of clear liquid, quickly and expertly pouring a shot out before sliding it to you across the counter. 

“Try this and tell me what you think.”

You force yourself not to look at Shikamaru as you slam the drink down. It burned and made your throat feel like an empty metal pipe; rather than place the glass down, your arm wraps around your face as you cough harshly into your elbow. 

“Ugh, this is basically rat poison.” you complain to yourself. “I’ll take the bottle and two more glasses please.”

The omega besides you looks on in bewilderment. “Why drink it if it’s bad?”

As the bartender gathers what you requested, you answer. “What, you’ve never tricked your friends into trying something gross before?” you smile a little, trying to remain playful. 

Shikamaru scoffs a laugh, but a small genuine smile pulls at the corner of his lips and your heart soars. You didn’t even give yourself an opportunity to screw up your singular positive encounter, quickly collecting the glasses and bottle and forcing your way back to your table.

–

Between the three of you, you and your team mate cleared the bottle, and you stumble outside to cool the flush on your cheeks. With blurry eyes, you perceive another person hanging by the side of the bar, someone smoking. 

“Did the rat poison get the better of you?” Shikamura quips, taking a drag from his cigarette.

You sniff, smelling mostly the omega and the smoke surrounding him, and you hum in pleasure. Why were you so afraid of him again? Why bother being nervous?

“I’ve been poisoned for real before, i’ll probably be okay.” you say, slurring words slightly, making you way closer to the relaxed omega. “How come you’re out here?”

Shikamaru sighs and gestures to the bar with his head. “Can’t think in there; too loud.”

You lean against the wall next to him, perhaps too close but it felt like leagues away to you. You stare at his face for a few long moments trying to string together a significant sentence. In your head, you knew that your interactions were few in far between, and you had so much to say and such little time, and even in your drunken stupor, you wanted to be precise. 

“I really admire you.” you eventually say, words half mumbled. It was enough to get his attention, enough to look at you fully instead of side eye-ing you. “I think you’re the most capable person I know; I don’t think there’s anything you can’t do.”

It was completely unprompted and uncalled for. No real reason to say it at all really. And spirits did it expose you so much, practically out right saying you’ve been watching him all these years. 

You expected him to be annoyed, or to take your nonsensical compliment with indifference, maybe even be creeped out by your words; but rather his eyes widened, and a genuine heartfelt expression crossed his face. His hand that was once hovering around his mouth lowered slowly as he looks at you carefully, ignoring his burning cigarette. I felt different than when he looked at you in the bar, now it feels like he was actually seeing you rather than perceiving you. 

He opens his mouth to say something, stalling for a second too long when your team leader and fellow member stumble out the bar’s front door, both laughing with tear streaks down their faces. 

“We have to see lord whatever-his-number-is tomorrow; we’ll be so hungover!” you usually regal team leader barks with drunken amusement. 

“Hungover?” the other exclaims, “We’ll still be drunk!” they laugh uproariously, making their way to the street. Between their tangle of arms, one of them beacons you to follow.

You didn’t even think to turn around and properly say your farewells to the omega you’ve been pining after. Seeing your friends leave make you think of your beloved bed mats and down comforter and in the moment all you wanted was to walk the few blocks to your tiny apartment and go to bed. So you shuffle away from Shikamaru, following your team into the streets of your village, leaving behind unspoken words from the omega.

–

You spent most of your morning groaning. Groaning in confusion when you wake up on the wrong way of your bed mats, groaning in pain getting dressed, groaning in misery meeting with your team (who were also groaning) outside the mission headquarters to give your report, and groaning in relief when you left because now you were rewarded with two weeks off to relax after such a long mission. 

You wanted to go back to bed, curl up in your make-shift den and stew there for a few hours before bathing and doing something productive. Your team departs from you happily, eager promises to meet later to meet your sensei the next day.

So you walk the streets of your beloved village, thrilled to have survived your month-long mission, talking to Shikamura, and dealing with the Hokage. Entering your apartment building had put you a little on edge, smelling something familiar but unacquainted to you, something you could almost place. Certainly an omega, someone equal parts confident and anxious, two levels up, where your apartment was. With caution, you carefully move up the stairs, listening for anything of notice. Finally stepping into the third level hallway, you plainly see a figure standing at your door.

“Shikamaru?” you call, thoroughly confused.

The omega turned at breakneck speed, eyes uncharacteristically wide and searching, not just observing you but drinking in your sight. In his hands he was holding what appeared to be a blanket that smelled heavily of him, and you notice his clothes seem finer than normal, rather then the loose comfortable clothing he is known for; Shikamaru is donning proper robes and seems to have recently bathed, hair finely combed and not a thread out of place. 

He says your name, strained and tenderly before swallowing in nervousness. “I need you- to talk to you.”

You’ve never seen the typically ineffable Nara look so… disheveled. It honestly worried you to a decent extent. You’ve never spoken a word to him until last night and now here he is, reeking of anxiety, looking for you. Maybe its an unexpected mission; he is the assistant to the Hokage after all. Or something totally separated from your jobs. 

You nod at his words and make your way to your door, each step you take closer to the omega the more intensely he stares at you until you’re in front of your door, unlocking it and allowing him entrance.

Shikamaru sniffs once he’s inside your apartment and you close the door, and he make a low keening noise in the back of his throat.  You do the polite thing and not mention it, too baffled at Shikamura’s presence to really comment on anything else. 

“Your place is really small.” he states, looking around your meager, studio living area. 

You shrug before responding. “I live by myself, I don’t really need a lot of room.”

He hums, sounding dissatisfied in your answer. He seemed uncomfortable in his clothes and you felt a twinge of sympathy for him. Maybe he has bad news and just doesn't know how to break it.

“Lemme make some tea.” you offer, moving to the small kitchen area, where half your tea-making supplies lay out on the counter from this morning. “Do you like black tea? I’m sure I have some pastries around here somewhere.” you murmur, opening a pantry to look for any pre-packaged sweets. 

The omega calls your name again, and you turn to him. Your arms are stuffed full of the blanket Shikamaru was holding as he shoves it towards you, and he’s looking so intensely at you you would think he was about to either cry or kill you. 

“Plea-please accept this as my official courting gift.” 

Your brain stalled, pulling the sweet and smoke smelling blanket closer to your chest. “What?”

He huffs, crossing his arms in annoyance. “Dad said I have to do the courting stuff properly so you know I’m serious and I just can’t skip ahead to marriage-”

“What?”

“Because apparently that might scare you off and I don’t want to scare you-”

“Marriage? Huh?” Your words are whispers as you try and process his rant, still trying to process properly that the Shikamaru Nara was in your shitty little apartment. 

Now he looks annoyed at you. “You’re my alpha.”

That seemed to knock some sense into you. With a forced calming breath, you guide the omega into sitting on one of your kitchen chairs, pulling the other one for you to perch on so you could look him in the eye.

“Shikamaru…” you start slowly. “Why do you think that I am your alpha?”

He looked indignant, like you insulted him somehow. “You are my alpha.” he states assuredly. 

You almost wanted to cry. There’s no way this was real life for you; maybe you’re having an alcohol induced fever dream because there wasn’t any way you heard what you just heard. In fact, tears burned along the wetline of your lids. 

“You picked me?” your voice is far more wobbly than you would have liked it. 

Seeing your expression, Shikamaru softens, both of his hands coming up to cup your face and his thumbs to rub your cheeks. “I knew, last night, I just knew. You’re my alpha.”

You sniff, blinking away joyous tears as you fight a smile. One of your hands come up to cover his, and you nod. 

“Okay. I accept your courting gift.” you say as evenly as you can make yourself. 

Shikamaru beams. “So you can move in with me, right?”

… You vaguely remember hearing rumors of Nara’s being incredibly possessive of their mates from the get-go, that they pick their mates and in a matter of weeks, sometimes days, they are mated and married. 

“We should really go talk to your father.”

“What a drag… fine.” he relents, already standing, never disconnecting your joined hands and rather pulls you to your feet and towards your door. 

Your face aches with how big you’re smiling.

Aww, I loved this so much, cowboy anon!! Shikamaru and his obsession is one of my favourite things ever, thank you for writing it <333

You really understood the kind of thing that might trigger a Nara's obsession. Like, it's not a first sight or first conversation thing, it's something special, but ordinary if that makes sense XD

Really though, thank you so much for this, it was such a treat to see this in my inbox <333

[morganwritesfanfic]

The Brothers Seek You Out After A Bad Day– Demon Brothers × GN MC

It’s been a long day for them. Their hand cards through their hair and a sigh passes through their lips. Nothing went right today. They didn’t have a good night’s sleep, had to miss breakfast to make it to RAD on time, they didn’t do as well on a test as they thought they did, and had to complete multiple student council duties before finally being able to go home. Walking on autopilot led them to stop directly in front of your door. He didn’t want to bother you but at the same time… he deserved at least one good thing today.

Knock, knock, knock.

Lucifer:

When you open the door to see his exhausted face, you immediately pull him inside and sit him down on your bed. You weren’t about to let him go back to his room in this state. You’d give him an earful if you didn’t feel so bad for him seeing him like this. He needed pampering and that’s what you were going to give him. While you gathered pillows and blankets, you asked him about his day hoping to get him to vent out his frustrations.  

Lucifer watches you move around the room asking him questions but he doesn’t have the energy to answer. The day had been so awful but your presence alone made him feel better. When you come back over to him, he pulls you into his lap gently. There’s nothing urgent in the motion, it’s as if he was savoring it. You frown when he hides his face in the middle of your chest and sighs deeply.  

You rest your chin on top of his head, “Luci, please, what’s wrong?”. The arms wrapped around your waist pulled you closer against him in response but you managed to catch the softest, “Bad day.” You bit your bottom lip to hold back your own sadness. It must’ve taken a lot for him to say that. Even with you, Lucifer was never one to readily admit to being down. Which meant that his day was so bad that even his pride couldn’t cover it up.

Wrapping your arms around him to bring him even closer, you kiss his head and any part of his face that you can reach. You smile when you hear him begin to make demonic clicking noises (lovingly referred by you as “happy demon noises”) at your affections. You card your fingers through his hair and grin when you notice him looking up at you, “Feeling any better?”

Lucifer sat up so that he wasn’t against you anymore which made you whine at the loss of contact. He then cupped your face in his hands and smiled when he watched you melt into his touch. His eyes scanned over your face before landing on your lips. His gaze flicked up to yours briefly before leaning in to gently capture your lips with his.  

Lucifer’s kisses always felt like coming home after a long, hard day. The kind of kiss that made you sigh against his lips and lean your full weight against him. Him pulling away from the kiss almost felt like a punishment. He chuckles happily when you follow after his lips with smaller kisses until he is just out of your reach.  

The very sight of you pouting that he stopped kissing you made his day feel as though it didn’t happen, “What’s the matter, my darling? Was one kiss not good enough? Would you like some more?” When you immediately nodded your head, Lucifer let out a small laugh that made your whole body jittery with happiness.  

“You didn’t answer my question… do you feel any better?,” you said playing with the buttons of his shirt. You squeak when he wraps his arms around you and falls with you onto the bed with you on top of him. He made more happy demon noises as he looked up at you to gaze into your eyes, “Oh, darling… you’re the only thing in this life that makes me feel better.”  

Mammon:

When you open the door, he immediately wraps his arms around you and hoists you up. You couldn’t stop the yelp that left you even if you tried. Your arms instantly wrapped around his neck and your legs around his hips which caused him to hold you tighter against him. Mammon promptly walked over to your bed and sits down with you, still holding onto you for dear life.  

This would be normal if he were talking but not a single mumble has left his lips since you opened the door. Extremely out of character. What’s going on with him? You leaned back in order to get a look at his face and what you saw didn’t ease your worries. Mammon looked similar to days where his brothers insults hit too close to home. You weren’t going to stand for this at all.

“Mams?,” you questioned softly, “Are you okay?” The quiet grunt that answered you made you frown more. When Mammon saw how concerned you looked, he felt even worse than he did before. He let out a shaky breath and pressed his forehead against yours while keeping his eyes shut, “Stop worryin’ so much, doll. Today fuckin’ sucked and I jus’ needed you ta make me feel better s’all.”  

He bristled a little when he opened his eyes and saw your slightly watery ones looking back at him but your expression was practically glowing. “H-hey… Don’t be lookin’ at me like that– ” but you cut his thought process by straddling him, cupping his face, and kissing him. “Mmn!..,” he instantly melted in the kiss by pulling you with him as he let his back hit the bed.

You weren’t sure how long you kissed him for but you knew Mammon would say not long enough. One would think that the Avatar of Greed was trying to kill you via suffocation. Every time you pulled away for air, he was quick to kiss you again. When you laughed softly at his antics, he smirked and flipped you so that you were underneath him. “What’cha laughin’ for, huh?” which he followed up with even deeper kisses than before.  

You were panting against his lips by the time he gave you a break. Still pressed against you, he watched your mouth as you tried to catch your breath. He began kissing your neck impatiently but let out happy demon noises when you ran your fingers through his hair, “You feeling better, baby?” The demon noises got louder at the sound of your voice.  

“Do you want s’more? You can kiss me until you feel completely better, I won’t mind,” you said with a laugh. You felt him move up and nip your bottom lip, “Don’t tease me, Treasure. I’m the Avatar of Greed, remember?,” he kissed you in a way that immediately had you breathless once again, “Don’t be makin’ offers that I can’t refuse.”

Leviathan:

You immediately knew Levi had a terrible day right when you met his amber eyes. He didn’t even have the energy to be embarrassed when you gently took his hand and led him to your bed. He laid down when you told him to and only made a disapproving sound when you left to bring a bigger blanket for the both of you.  

His arms immediately pulled you against him once you laid down. The warmth of the blanket only made you snuggle closer and kiss him softly underneath his jaw. You watched with concern as he didn’t even blush at your kiss, he only entangled himself further in your embrace. This was really starting to worry you; this wasn’t like him at all.

“Levi? Do you want to talk about it?” Your question was met with a shake of the head. Pursing your lips, you reached up and rubbed your fingers against his scalp. Levi’s breath hitched and he leaned himself into your touch. “What would make you feel bet–” Your whole world spun on its head when you felt him cup your face and kiss you like you were about to vanish.

“Please just stay here with me,” you looked into his eyes and the anxiety in his eyes made you want to cry, “I don’t need anything else… I just want you to be here with me and not leave me. Please.” By the time he was finished, you were already hugging him as close as you could. You pressed your face into the side of his neck and he did the same to you.  

“I don’t know what happened to get you this way but I’m here for you, Levi. I’m not going to leave you. Ever.” You heard him sniffle which made you think that you might’ve said the wrong thing until you heard him chuckling against your neck, “Ever?” Leviathan adjusted so that he was nose-to-nose with you, “You really wanna make that promise?”  

You couldn’t help but smile and cup his face with your hands, feeling proud when he doesn’t flinch away, “What kind of Player Two would I be if I abandoned my Player One?” You watched with glee as his face and neck turned red. He reached up and squished your face in revenge that only made you laugh happily. He was about to berate you for obviously trying to kill him but his words caught in his throat at the sight of how happy you looked.

You blushed when you opened your eyes only to meet his soft gaze and small smile. Was he better? You couldn’t even stammer out the question. “What’s the matter, my Player Two? Hm?” He tilted your chin up and chuckled when you began to act bashful at the intensity of his gaze, “Don’t you want some special attention from your Player One?”

Satan:

When you opened the door, you were met with a tired smile. Satan tried his best to keep his appearance normal by asking how your day was, but you saw right through him. When you take his hand, he doesn’t try to fight it. He lets you sit him down on your bed but when you go to leave him, he wraps his arms around your waist to bury his face in your stomach.  

“Today was dreadful… One bad thing after the other,” he leaned more against you when he felt you run your fingers through his hair, “I even thought about decapitating one of the students to make me feel better.” He chuckled when you tugged at his hair lightly and knew you had a pout on your face, “I didn’t, I promise. I knew you would be upset with me if I did.”  

“I’m sorry you had a bad day… Is there anything that I could do to make you feel better? Do you want to read, maybe? We could go –,” you were interrupted by him pulling you down onto your bed with him holding you close. “My dear, I don’t want to go anywhere. Not even to read. Being with you in this room is all that I need right now.”

You pouted again but snuggled closer in his hold, kissing his neck and under his chin. You felt his happy demon noises before you heard them, making you giggle against his neck which only made him click louder. Satan began peppering kisses on top of your head and working his way down the side of your face, grinning when you tried hiding your face in his neck.

“Where do you think you’re going?,” he spoke directly in your ear which made your whole body shiver, “You’re hiding from me on my awful day? Do you wish to incite my wrath by keeping your lips away from mine?” You squirmed against him and whined when he nipped at your earlobe. “What’s the matter? Do you want me to stop?” It was both a playful and serious question. What a silly question, of course you didn’t want him to stop.

You took him by surprise by rolling on top of him and straddling his hips. When you saw his surprised expression and his adorable blush you couldn’t help but giggle. His hands cupped the back of your thighs, a cocky smirk replacing his blush, “Is this how you’re going to make my day better, my dear? You plan on spoiling me with one of my favorite sights?”  

You could feel your cheeks redden and you pouted at him but the reaction you got from him was worth it. He laughed happier and louder than you’ve heard him do in a long while. Laughing with his eyes closed and giant smile on his face. Satan opened his eyes when he felt you lean forward so that you were on all fours above him, looking down at him. You were admiring him.

He looked up at your eyes and couldn’t help but coo at the look of love in your eyes, “You like seeing me laugh that much?” You bent down more to rub your nose against his, “It’s one of my favorite sights.” He smiled up at you and cupped your face, “Do you wish to continue spoiling me, my dear? Would you mind us doing one of my favorite things next?”

Asmodeus:  

Upon opening the door, you barely registered that Asmodeus was standing there before he walked in. Grabbing your hand, he pulled you along to your bed and sat down with you. Before you could even ask him what was wrong, he wrapped his arms around you and smushed his face into your neck. This caused you to drape your legs over his lap and wrap your arms around him.  

“Asmo?” You didn’t like this at all. Asmodeus wasn’t saying anything. No sniffles, no crying, no venting. Only silence. He was holding you so close that you couldn’t tell if you were holding him or he was holding you. “Asmo, did something happen?” When he doesn’t respond, you resort to kissing his head and face which finally makes him look up at you.

He looked like he might’ve been crying at some point and his eyes looked fatigued. You felt a wave of protectiveness hit you which caused you to hold him closer, “I’m not sure what happened today and it’s okay if you don’t want to talk about it. I’m here for you, we’ll do whatever you need.” By the time you were finished talking, you felt your shoulder becoming wet. This makes you panic, “N-No, wait, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to make you upset!”

Asmodeus sniffles and sits up to look you in the eyes. He wanted to tell you something but there was a conflict going on behind his eyes. You gently cupped the side of his face with your hand and ran your thumb over his furrowed brow. This gesture visibly softened his demeanor and he kissed the palm of your hand, “I don’t understand you sometimes… Why are you nice to someone like me?”

“Don’t you ‘someone like me’ me, Asmo,” you said, “You’re beautiful inside and out and there’s nothing you can say to change my mind!” The stubborn pout on your lips made him want to kiss it right off of you but you were one step ahead of him. You began kissing all over his face and he couldn’t stop the giggle that passed his lips which only made you kiss him more.  

The more you kissed his face, the more the day that he just suffered through slipped away. He surprised you by kissing you deeply when you pecked his lips during your assault and pulled you down with him onto the bed. You rolled off of him onto your back and tried to catch your breath. Asmo’s eyes grew brighter at the sight of you and maneuvered himself on top of you.

You blushed at the sight of him above you but ran your hands up his thighs which made him make lovely clicks, “Do you feel better?” Asmodeus chuckled, peering down at you with glowing eyes, “I would feel better if I weren’t in my uniform.” You raised an eyebrow at him, “Change clothes then?” You blushed as you saw him shutter at your suggestion, “Command it.”

“Asm-Asmo, get out of your uniform.” He slowly grinned at your command and started to unbutton his jacket which only flustered you more, “You’re always so kind without ever asking anything in return.” He stood up, casting aside his shoes along with his shirt and jacket. You squeaked when he grabbed you underneath your knees to pull you flush with his hips, “Why don’t I spoil you, sweetheart? That would make me feel a whole lot better.”

Beelzebub:  

You opened the door and frowned when you saw his downcast eyes. You looked up at him and reached for his face which he immediately met you half way for. He was so eager to be close to you that he scooped you in his arms and carried you over to the bed. By the time his back hit your pillows, you were still just leaning your weight against him and kissing his face.  

“Today wasn’t as bad as one of my nightmares… but it came pretty close.” You wrapped your arms around his neck which prompted him to hold you even closer. “Do you want to go eat something? Or maybe we can go see Belphie?” “No… No, I’m okay right here,” he said resting his chin on your shoulder, “Belphie took a test today so I wouldn’t want to bother him.”

You felt like chastising him but knew that it wouldn’t get you anywhere. What’s important right now is being here for him but that didn’t stop the sigh from escaping you. A tremble went through him at the thought that you were about to make him leave but it was quickly forgotten when you kiss his head, “I’m not going anywhere, Beel. I love you.”

Beelzebub let out a shaky breath as he wrapped his arms around you tighter, as if you might slip away and never come back. You were as physically close as you could be to Beel but you weren’t complaining. He wiped his eyes when he noticed that you were basically melting against him. He met your eyes which made you cup the side of his face gently; this caused him to melt into your touch in return, “You’re so sweet.”

You smiled and bashfully hid your face in his chest which made him bite on his bottom lip, “I’m not sweet, I’m full of spice.” He couldn’t help but smile down at you, “Mmm… I don’t think you would be serving of Hellfire Blitz Nachos.” You were about to defend your spicy honor but he cut you off, “You’re sweet like the candies they have in the Celestial Realm,” he leaned in and nipped at your cheek, “but they would never be able to keep me away from you.”  

You felt your entire face light up and you mushed your face into his neck, “Beel!” His laughter shook your entire body and it made you warm all over. He began to giggle when he felt you kissing his shoulder and neck. Beel began to half-heartedly try to lean you back but he only giggled louder when you pulled his head down and began kissing under his jaw.  

Beel successfully stopped your tickle-kiss attack by rolling over and laying on top of you. Just as you were about to get right back to it, you were thwarted by a kiss so deep that it pushed you back into your pillows. You hummed against his lips which prompted him to press into you more. By the time he pulled away, you were dazed but must’ve looked sad because he smiled at you, “I can’t kiss you how I want to… you need to breathe.”

“Anything to make you feel better… Kiss me as much as you like,” you said wrapping your arms around his neck, trying to pull him closer. The clicks that came from his throat were deep and you couldn’t tell if they were happy or a warning. He tilted your chin up and spoke an inch from your face, “You sure you can keep that promise, sugar?,” he ran his thumb over your lips, “I don’t think I’ll be able to hold myself back if you keep talking like that.”

Belphegor:

When you opened the door at the sound of knocking, you were promptly captured. By the time you even could register what happened, you were being spooned by Belphegor in your bed. This wasn’t entirely out of the ordinary but it was strange that he didn’t say anything. You haven’t even been able to see his face since his chin was resting on top of your head. Every attempt at turning around resulted in him holding you tighter and letting out an annoyed grunt.

Two can play at this game you emotionally constipated hooligan. You reached up and squished his face with both hands. Belphegor couldn’t believe the audacity of the human in his arms. He let out an annoyed growl but stopped when you softly but firmly popped your hand against his cheek, “Don’t you growl at me, mister. What the heck’s got your pajamas in a twist?”

He was silent for a few long seconds before sighing and leaning his face into one of your hands, “Today wasn’t a good day. At all. I didn’t get a good nights sleep last night, I could barely nap throughout the day because of assignments, I got into an argument with Lucifer, and…,” he trailed off but you didn’t say anything out loud about your hand suddenly feeling damp, “…I just wanted to hold you.”

You let out a sigh and wiggled yourself so that you were now facing him since his hold on you loosened. At the sight of his exhausted features, you leaned up and kissed him softly. Without any hesitation, he cupped the back of your head to deepen the kiss. When you broke the kiss, he grumbled at the loss and tried to kiss you again. You evaded him by moving your head to the side of his and pressing your lips to his ear.

Belphegor growled when you hid from him, “What are you doing? How are you supposed to make me feel better like this?” His whole body froze up when he heard you speak quietly into his ear, “I’m sure you did great on your assignments at school today. You’re a great academic and have an amazing way of observing and taking in information. You deserve as much sleep as you want, Lucifer shouldn’t scold you about it.”  

He felt his face turning from pale pink to deep red. Your words of praise and affirmation were awakening things in him that he didn’t know were sleeping. A shutter ran through him when you kissed his ear and hugged him tighter, “I’m proud of you, Belphie.” Something inside him finally snapped and his whole body carried him forward as he had you underneath him in the blink of an eye. Before you could even question him, his lips were colliding into yours.  

He grinned deviously when you fell back to fill your lungs with air, “What’s the matter? Can’t keep up? Too tired?” You scoffed to the best of your ability, “I thought you said you were tired.” He chuckled and pressed his body against yours which made you blush, “I’m not sleepy… I don’t think either of us are going to be getting any rest tonight.” He ran his hands up your legs which made you jittery, “I think it’s my turn to tell you how good you’ve been.”

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Obey Me!

[How the demons react to you touching their demon form.]

I tried my best to find the owners of the picture but failed. I forgot to get the owners and tried to find the pictures again (since I deleted them in my gallery) so do not hate me 🥲

(Dirty minds, do. Not. Think anything that way. Alright?)

Lucifer

He declines immediately when you asked him. His pride would never let you touch his wings/horns...until you 'accidentally' touch his wings.

He wants to scold you. But on the other hand... "As a reward, I'll let you touch my wings...and horns perhaps." And pamper him.

[He just wants you to touch him]

He brings you to the bedroom and sits on the bed letting you stroke his horns and touch his wings.

He wants to lean on you. Oh how he wishes for you to keep going like this.

"Keep going...hah, just like that. Hngh-....I have work to do-" He walks away. It seems that you have found a new side of him. Congrats!

In the past, if you're trying to do it while he's working, he'll say "Stop bothering me....fine, you better make this worth it." Looking at him now, he whines at the loss of contact, grabbing your wrist to lead back on to the bed.

"please don't go just yet.....stay."

[He's begging you.]

He said while he puts his head on your shoulder. He sighs in relief when you rub his wings and kisses his horns.

[He'll put away his pride just for you]

Now if any other people ask you to do it for them, well the next morning. The person disappears. If you do it to them, wanting to do it, he will drag you away. Scolding you that you shouldn't trust any other people. He just wants you to do it only for himself.

Now if you want to put accessories on him, he will say it's unreasonable. Well, the next thing you know! He will be acting like a doll, letting you put accessories on him. Maybe put little feathers (any color) accessories on his horns.

"You look way more beautiful than a ruby, even the most famous painting. Perhaps are you all beautiful just for me Luci?" You tease. "Stop with the teasing already." If you had paid enough attention, you'd see a full-on flustered Luci trying to keep his composure.

Mammon

"H- huUuUUHH?! Y-...Fine! Be grateful that the Great Mammon is allowing you!" Looking away from you. Well, the thing you didn't expect was when you touch his horn, then outlined his wings. He became greedy.

Welp, now you're stuck with a demon who is trying to be sly and make you touch his horns/wings. So, the moment you touch him, he will be addicted and snuggling onto your hand.

[Don't let go.]

Drowning into your warmth, when you tried to let go. He frowned. Not letting go, you sighed. When you stopped striding your fingers on his wings, rubbing the base of his horns. He started begging, for your touch, warmth, and praise for how fluffy his hair is.

If you hadn't touched him for a week, He'd start throwing little tantrums at you. Then when you finally started to do it. He would be saying so many muffled apologies.

If you started doing it to other people, even just playfully bullying them by messing their hair. The next day, the person didn't want to get close to you. Flinching at the sound of Mammon's voice.

Accessories. He would be delighted to have jewelry on his horns/wings. Especially when you chose them and put it on him.

"My little treasure, no amount of money can compare to you!" Patting his head and gliding your hand through his fluffy hair. He was stuttering about what you just said. Falling onto the floor. He looked away blushing.

Levi

"W- WHAaaAaA?! I-....alright. B- but! Can you please wear Henry's outfit in exchange? (The fish)/Ruri Chan outfit in exchange?"

(If you have a built body, do. Not. Flex. Well, if you do. You will have him having a nosebleed. No matter which outfit. The Henry outfit or the Ruri Chan outfit.)

He looked away embarrassed. Flinching when you grab the base of his horns, lightly strolling down his tail. Now, if you do it while he's playing a game. His focus is all on you, the contact of your hand on his tail, and the other hand on the tip of his horns.

When you let go, he will start crying. Saying if he did anything wrong, did he? He holds you tight. (Even when you have a big body. Not in the sus way though) feeling hot tears on your back.

[Please continue. If you wont, he'll be sad!]

He's the demon of envy! So of course he's gonna be soooo jealous when you do it for other people. The next thing you know, the person looks like he has been through a whole lot. Flinching at the sound of water, and doesn't even get near you.

Accessories! He would let you do it. Nothing too flashy. Maybe make him wear the Ruri outfit just for fun~ or maybe put little bows on him to make it look even cuter!

"Awww, such a cutie. Don't be shy, let me add the one last bow." You said smugly, wrapping his tail with a little bow. You also had wrapped a bow on his neck and his horns. He was blushing so hard, he was even redder than the bows!

Satan

"Is this perhaps a new kind of torture? Hmm..I will participate then." You chuckled. You griped his horns then tugged his tail. He flinches. Wasn't because of pain, he was quite enjoying this.

You would scratch the base of the horns softly. Then stroking his tail lightly. Do this especially when angry or maybe stressed. This can distract him from doing destruction and chaos. He would enjoy it even more if you do it more rough.

[Maybe in bed too.]

He can last about half a month. (If there wasn't something to trigger his wrath.) But if you don't do it for too long, he WILL. Knock down your door, dragging you to his bedroom so you can pamper give him with your love and care.

If you refuse to do it, he will crack. Having frustration upon him, he destroys everything in his path. The next day, you have no choice but to do it. Because he knows that you're too soft and kind to let any destruction that hurts life.

[So, please keep pampering him.]

You can't even do it to anyone. The moment that there's a sign of it. That person would be gone. No traces.

Accessories, you only let him have soft, not-so-harmful ones. (Since even if it isn't supposed to be harmful, he has a way to make it harmful.) He loves it because it's your choice. You had thought about him.

"Hello, my little emerald." You are trying to not laugh. He was surprised you called him that. Even though it seems he was calm. He was malfunctioning.

Asmodeus

He won't even hesitate. He loves when you touch his horns and small wings. You treat them so gently, like an artifact that can break even a single mistake.

[He doesn't mind if you go rough]

You would take care great care of them with the first contact with his horns/wings. So now, it's in your daily schedule to take care of him. At first, he didn't really like them. But when you came into his life, he now has a reason to like them. It's because you are the one who put great care into it for him! He usually feels lust. But from you, just filled with love and care!

[He would be delighted if you have some lust for him]

If you don't take care of them, even for 1 day. He will open the door and launch on you. Whining about it and how he misses you! The way you touch him so gentle. If you leave, he will get on his knees. Begging for you to not leave.

If you do it to anyone, the next day. The person feels like his energy and life force is being taken away and later he withers away.

He would love accessories! Any accessory will do. He will ask you if it fits him well. Maybe put some roses. (The picture is an example)

"You look so pretty. Even without it." He smiles, hugging you and you hug back oh so lightly.

[He loves when you compliment him without anything on him.]

Beel

He doesn't mind. He actually appreciates it. It distracts him from eating everything in the fridge. Happily basks in your warmth.

Touching his horns, gently outlining the shape of his wings. If you stop, he'll frown. Asking you to keep going. If you refuse, he gets even more sadder and now he barely even touch his food!

If you hadn't done it yet, he will go to you and ask for more. Snuggling onto your neck. Hungrily wanting for more.

If you do it for someone else, he will tell you that his heart stings and has the desire to drag you and keeping you in his arms so you can only do it for him. He felt guilty, frowning. Thinking he was in trouble. Nope, you just ask him if he wants to eat with you.

He doesn't really find it in the use of accessories. But if you're doing it, he wouldn't mind. That's just another excuse for you to touch him.

"You look like a chipmunk! How cute." He doesn't know if he should be flattered or embarrassed but he just smiles sweetly.

Or maybe

"You know. I can just eat you up right now!" You smiled. He was still processing what you mean by that.

[He hopes you keep your promise]

Belphie

He was too tired so he just nodded. He jolted when he felt a hand rubbing the base of his horns and the other hand was playing with the fluff on the ends of his tail.

He was about to quietly yell at you until he found it...soothing, comforting and so relaxed. So he just bathe in your warmth and sleep

Well, for a few days now, he has been asking you to do it since he found out he cannot now sleep without you doing it.

If you refuse, he will be cranky and throw small tantrums. Day, by day. It got worse and worse. So you just agreed to do it. When you leave, you hear a whimper. Tugging on your sleeve, leading you to the bed, and laying on your lap. Expecting you to comfort him. Wrapping his tail around your arm. Teasing you with the fluffy ends of his tail.

[In hopes of you grabbing it.]

If someone asks you to do it then later, the person suddenly cannot sleep and if they do, they will have terrible nightmares.

He only accepts soft accessories that are quiet or a necklace that doesn't easily get tangled with anything.

"Goodnight belphie. Sweet dreams." He smiled. Snuggling in closer while you cuddle him.

[morganwritesfanfic]

When do you use your pact with them? ♡

demon brothers x gender neutral reader warnings: mentions of attack/violence, general sadness/self-criticism of mc in some parts

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ෆ Lucifer ━ when you need guidance

Lucifer bows to no one. In a matter of fact, thousands of demons were just as shocked as you were when Lucifer agreed to be in a pact with you, which made it crystal clear for you to never misuse it. Out of the bunch, he was the hardest to ever get a hold of, essentially being the one with the most responsibilities and work load. You knew better than to disturb him while he was up to his head in devildom matters, but sometimes, just sometimes, you had a hunch that he needs a break just as much as you do.

It was already nightfall when you find yourself idle in your room, left to your own thoughts with only the lights to accompany them. Just moments ago, you walked past Lucifer's study in looks for a midnight snack to calm your rumbling stomach- or maybe it was your rumbling mind you wanted to subdue. You remember peeking through the crack in the door, spotting Lucifer still submitted to a mountain of documents and found yourself wondering; Should you adopt his attitude towards his chores, or perhaps it's a bit overbearing? Are you too lenient, though? Maybe you were playing around too much and couldn't bring the results Diavolo and the rest were expecting from you? It was burning in you to simply ask him, but could you?

It was a genuine intention that turned to a manifestation of your thoughts, and you haven't even realized what your magic had caused- not until Lucifer, still clicking his pen, suddenly present himself in your room, wearing the same perplexed expression as you.

"Y/N, did you just... summon me?" It was a look of sheer surprise, however, it carried no hint of anger nor regret. Perhaps it was just what the both of you needed at that moment.

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ෆ Mammon ━ when you need protection

If any of your demons is to be at your service around the clock, it'll be Mammon. He responds to your texts at the speed of light, never turns down a call from you, and will arrive anywhere as soon as you ask him to. Hence, when you already use your pact to call him he's aware it is most likely an emergency. Mammon never questions when you do, it's never "What happened?" but rather "What do you need me to do?". Moreover, he would be offended if you were to call anyone that isn't him. He is your first man, your hero, your protector, and he is incredibly capable of serving this purpose.

"Mammon-" You mutter when he appears in front of you, his mobile device in his hand as he was just about to call and ask what's holding you back from coming home to him for such a long time. You stare at him with a frightened expression as you hush your words in a low tone, eyes flickering left and right with each word you speak. "I heard this group of demons whispering about me, I think they might try something since they saw I'm alone..." Mammon's expression is stern, but his eyes are warm and comforting while he looks at you, a hand snaking to sooth around your back.

"You're not alone. You never will be. I'm always right beside you."

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ෆ Leviathan ━ when you need a plan

Levi is usually pretty keen on helping you, and he also has a lot of time on his hands to do so. However, he can be a tad hard to reach at times, being committed to the shut in life. He would often abandon his cell reception, ignore calls and texts and only show a sign of life after weeks of intense gaming sessions, in which he also couldn't hear the knocks on his door through his noise cancelling headphones. He would get annoyed at first with your summoning, catching him in the middle of a boss level, but he soon learned to always turn on auto save. He knew you usually had a good reason, and were just looking out for him.

"I'M GONNA BUST YOUR A- Oh." Leviathan blinks, realizing he isn't in his room anymore, the controller still within his firm grip. "How long was I in there this time?" His eyes slowly adjust to the light of day when he finally turns to your direction, facing your distraught visage. "Three weeks. And I really tried! But I can't do this on my own. Lucifer and Diavolo laid a serious task on me that is due this week and I need your strategy skills, General." Dropping the controller, Leviathan stands up with glee. It's not every day that he's being asked to perform a task he's actually good at, and nevertheless, by you of all people.

"It's actually Admiral General- but I hear you, let's get to work, Henry!"

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ෆ Satan ━ when you need a problem solved

Satan was a threat that always worked, it was enough to even scare you at times. While capable of controlling wrath, it wasn't wrath that controlled Satan back, but rather something much more terrifying. Satan's magnificent brain had the ability to study anyone's weaknesses, and use it to alter the situation to his favor. He of course, never needed to use it on you, or ever intended to, but his brothers were intimidated by this extension of his powers, and at times, it could come in handy.

"Could you guys please stop fighting?" You huff, physically inserting yourself between yet another argument of Mammon and Leviathan as you were hoping it would prevent the two from crushing each other- and you on the way. Certainly, it was within your power to put an end to it with a simple word, sending them both tumbling down to the floor, but you figured a less aggressive approach would be necessary to stop them from transferring their dispute away from you while rubbing off their bruises. With a shake of your head, after an apology accompanied by a promise to return the favor, you turn to a different solution and forcefully insert their cunning little brother into the scene.

Satan just sighs, crouching down so his lips are at the shell of your ear while his digits tuck a stray hair behind it. "I'll help you, but calling me here like this and interrupting my reading will cost you. I would like to cash in that favor tonight." Rolling up his sleeves, he winks at you before proceeding to fulfill your request.

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ෆ Asmodeus ━ when you need advice

After making a pact with him, you actually never used it as you mostly just communicated through texts or merely walking into each other's rooms. With that said, Asmo was constantly alluding to it, and even stressed how fond he is of the element of surprise that is bound within the pact. (He may or may not have mentioned an incident where Solomon summoned him while he was in the middle of one of his regular calming baths, and winked while telling you he 'hopes you can learn a thing or two from him'.)

It was one of those nights where you were dealing with matters of the heart, and realized that as much as you're enjoying your stay and appreciate everything the residents of the devildom are doing for you, it was in fact taking a toll on you not to be able to reach out to your friends and family for comfort. Perhaps you could use some life advice, or a voice to remind you of the role you were fulfilling for the three worlds; you need someone who is honest, but also thoughtful of your wishes. For that reason, you decide to finally use your pact to call in Asmodeus, knowing better than to wander the halls with a dwelling heart and worry your demons. When Asmo appears in front of you, reading a magazine, he takes one look at your face and immediately recognizes something must be wrong. Approaching you, he collects you in his arms and gently cups your face, eyes sincere with concern as he faces you.

"Oh no, what is it darling? Tell me everything, let me take care of you."

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ෆ Beelzebub ━ when you need a helping hand

It didn't happen too many times as you always felt a little silly to just conjure Beel out of nowhere when you were carrying too much, however, he always materialized in front of you with a wide grin stretching from ear to ear. The truth is, he gave you a free pass to do so because he knew that if you already did, you probably couldn't simply use your phone- maybe you miscalculated the amount of things you need, or you just got carried away, or maybe you're even injured. Whatever reason you may have, it doesn't matter for Beel because he's just a good person that loves helping out, and to you even more so. He did learn to clutch tight on his food though, he doesn't want to leave behind an unfinished plate when you call.

"You know you can just invite me to go with you, right?" Beel appears with a sandwich in his hand, swiftly ridding you off the heavy bags as he gulps down the rest of his food in one bite. "I'm sorry... I had to buy decorations for the party at RAD and didn't want to bore you with the process. I was sure I could handle it but ended up needing so many things I couldn't even reach my phone." You apologize with a sheepish smile. Beel shakes his head before he hoists you up in his arms, carrying you together with the shopping bags.

"I'm never bored when I'm with you."

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ෆ Belphegor ━ when you need a shoulder to lean on

Belphie is usually pretty responsive- but only when he's awake. Which unfortunately, doesn't happen too often. The idea was actually his own, following one particular morning where he snuck into your bed to snuggle up to you, only to come across a bin full of tissues and your tear stained cheeks. His heart shattered when he noticed the missed call on his device, and when you woke up, he sat you down to promise him you'll always turn to him when you're in need of some comfort. Because it's only fair, since he always turns to you.

After a number of successful weeks since the occasion, you've been experiencing a slump- you couldn't keep up with the material in class all while preparing the three worlds festival, and today of all days, was outstandingly exhausting. Finally laying in your bed, you whip up your phone and try to call up your demon for some cuddles, and maybe some sympathy for your cause as well. You give up after a couple of unanswered calls, and a reply from his twin telling you that he's in fact not around, figuring he must've fallen asleep somewhere else.

At first, you hesitate to take Belphegor on his offer, unsure of whether he would actually be okay with you waking him up, or perhaps he's out doing something important. Nonetheless, the only feeling to fill you up once his slumbering figure appears on your bed, is relief. He lazily opens his eyes, a grin tugging on his lips when he reads the situation before he pulls you into his embrace, his slim fingers weave through your hair in soothing motions.

"I'm glad you listened. I never want you to have to handle any bad day alone."

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Hi! I have a request.

Okay so 1-A bakugou end’s up to the future. Where he sees that he has a family with reader and sees what a simp he will become🫣

And how would future bakugou and reader (+ the kids) react to meeting him.

(You can choose if past bakugou knows reader or not)

I’m sorry if it’s confusing,

It was safe to say that Katsuki was beyond pissed. He was certain that at this point he was never going to fully get your attention, not with that damned Todoroki always swooping in before he can even look your way.

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The cacophony of grunts from the students plundered against the walls of Gym Gamma. It was self-improvement day and Aizawa was NOT letting anyone rest.

“Keep it up class. Those who fail to break some sort of barrier today will receive double homework for a week. I’m looking at you, Kaminari,” Aizawa grinned evilly. You let out a giggle at Kaminari’s audible gulp before Aizawa shot you a glare.

Katsuki was busy increasing the flow of his AP shot; he thought that if he could increase his sweat, he could increase the speed of which the blasts sped out. The poor rock he was blasting was finally on its last legs, all before that IDIOT Kaminari accidentally bumped into him and caused a rockslide, directly above the platform that you were training on.

“Hey, watch!-” he yelled in a panic. He saw fear flash through your eyes as he willed his body to move. Thankfully for you and begrudgingly for him, a smooth glacier of ice barricaded you from being concussed with Bakugou’s debris.

Todoroki hopped his way from his platform to you and placed his hand on your shoulder.

“Are you alright? You aren’t hurt are you?” Todoroki asked, examining your head for injuries. You shook him off you with a nervous smile.

“Thank you for stopping the debris Todo, but I’m fine. It was shock, I’m not hurt,” you reassured him gently. Todoroki gave you another once over before seeing where the damage came had arrived from.

“I would recommend being more careful next time, Bakugou. Someone could have gotten really hurt,” Todoroki gave him a meaningful glare as Katsuki fought every vein pop in his neck at his implications. Kaminari let out a guffaw, before he let out a squeak of terror at the animalistic look on Katsuki’s face.

“Laugh. Again. I. Freakin’. Dare. You,” he strained angrily through gritted teeth.

“O-okay Kaachan!” Kaminari speedily ran away from the threat as Katsuki stared at the back of your head. Well, now he was in a bad mood.

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Katsuki was the first one in the changing room, and the first one out. He trudged his way to the UA dorms so he could shower and forget the whole day. He couldn’t stand the idea of being teased right now, not when he was so careless to the point that you nearly got concussed. Well, that never would have happened if Dunce Face watched where he was going…

Katsuki was torn from his thoughts as he barged past another student.

“Hey, watch where you’re fucking!-”

And just like that, Katsuki fell to the ground.

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It took Katsuki a long time to start stirring from his sleep. It was a gradual process, but somehow he managed to tear the sleep from his body as he was poked and shaken incessantly by someone. Katsuki jumped up immediately in surprise, throwing a blast at his assailant. His assailant was no match for him though, springing back and using their quirk to restrain him.

Katsuki wiggled in his restraints like a wild animal, snapping and snarling.

“What the hell do you want with me you bastards! Let me the hell go or I’ll fucking kill you!” He snarled with purpose. A soft giggle filled his ears. A familiar giggle.

Soft (S/C) skin filtered through his still blurry vision until he saw… you.

You were at least a good 20 years older, some laughter lines he didn’t remember seeing (not that he definitely doesn’t scan you every time you’re close to him), as well as new scars.

Your eyes had aged too, the bags slightly more prominent but you were still you. You had four small children gathered around the bed gawking at the teen. The smallest was in your lap, seemingly frightened of Katsuki.

“Easy there tiger, you just woke up. I found you in the street asleep, so I took you to a hospital to see if you’re okay,” you offered an explanation that only answered some of his questions.

“Who the damned hell are you?? Why the hell am I here?? Argh, damnit! Let me out of these shitty restraints!” He demanded. Your face hardened in an instant as you glared at him.

“Hey, no fucking swearing in front of my children! If you’re going to talk and ask questions, you need to be respectful. You’re frightening my son with your endless shouts, so what’s your name and we can call your parents to come collect you.”

Katsuki let himself be still for a moment, glowering at you before relaxing his pose.

“My name is Katsuki Bakugou. I was hit by a quirk on my way to the UA’s dorms, I fell asleep I think, and the next thing I know is I’m in a hospital bed surrounded by someone who looks like a classmate of mine,” Katsuki growled. Your face grew a look of puzzlement.

“D-did you say… Katsuki Bakugou? As in, explosion quirk, super goal oriented, current number 2 hero?” You questioned him worriedly.

Katsuki gave you a strange look. How the hell would you know about that stuff??

“I’m only a high school student so I can’t be the number two hero yet, but everything else is true. Look, here’s my quirk,” he said as he let off a few sparks. The small children around the bed looked on in awe at the sight as you chewed your nails.

Katsuki looked back up to you and saw your expression.

“Why?” He asked.

You gulped.

“Because I’m married to Katsuki Bakugou.”

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“Baby, I need you to come to the hospital in Kyoto, it’s an emergency! What? No, me and the kids are fine, we-. Hey, I told you we’re okay, but you have to be here as soon as you can. I’ll send you the details. I love you, see you in a bit.” You hung up the phone with an ashen face as you made your way back to your chair. Your children were bombarding Katsuki with questions, all too weird for Katsuki to answer.

“Papa, why are there two of you?”

“Daddy, why don’t you remember us? Did we do something bad?”

“Dad, why do you look so young? Where are all of your cool scars?”

“Alright kids, give the kid some space. We obviously need to get this fixed somehow. How we’re gonna do that is beyond me though,” you massaged your temples with a sigh. You glanced back up to young Katsuki.

“You’re definitely not a clone or something? Not some sort of fanboy who cosplays in his spare time?” You asked him, half joking.

Katsuki snorted.

“No, I don’t cosplay heroes. I beat them in the hero ranks to show them that I’m the best!” He exclaims.

“God, you even sound like my husband. I’m getting more and more convinced that this is some sort of weird time shift,” you stopped speaking as soon as a muscular figure pulls himself through the door. Katsuki physically stills.

It was him, but older.

At first, older Katsuki didn’t give him a look in. He scrambled over to you, kissing you deeply before checking you over for injuries.

“Where are you hurt?? Are you alright?? Speak to me??” He demanded. You carefully push him off you and rub your thumb on his cheek.

“Sweetie, I told you I’m fine. See, even the quadruplets are fine. We have a major problem though, and I don’t know how we’re going to solve it,” you gestured to younger Katsuki. Older Katsuki glares at younger Katsuki before a look for confusion befalls his face.

Katsuki looked… older. His face was more structured, yet still maintained some of his puppy fat. Scars littered his face, the most noticeable a large triangle that went from the middle of his cheek to the underside of his neck. His hair was shorter too, buzzed at the side. He towered over you easily and his pecs looked even bigger than before. Taunt muscles flexed at the threat to his wife and children.

“Can someone explain what the fuck happened?”

“Katsuki, stop fucking swearing!”

==================================

Until he was back to his current time, you had pleaded with your husband to let him stay. Older Katsuki agreed when his babies started pleading too, chubby cheeks wobbling with unshed tears at the idea of their older daddy throwing out their younger daddy.

And for the last few days, he had lived with you and his (?) children. Older Katsuki was mostly at work when he woke up, and he wouldn’t see him unless he stayed up past his bedtime (he could never compromise his sleep).

He spent some time babysitting your children, the quads. The eldest, Akira, was a total carbon copy of him, apart from his hair texture and colour. He was so bold when facing younger Katsuki, asking him questions and hiding his siblings behind him when they properly met.

The second eldest daughter, Aika, was more like you; shy and reserved but very playful all the same. She was a more balanced mixed of the two of you (?).

Your third daughter, Kokoro, was a pain in his ass. She constantly played tricks on Katsuki, taunting him and making mean jokes (all before she was shut down with your stare).

And finally, your littlest quadruplet Keiko, was honestly kinda his favourite in the strangest way; he was so different to his siblings it was unreal. He was the smallest, most sensitive of the bunch. In a way, he reminded him of Deku when they were kids, but with his colour hair.

The morning of the third day, you sat him down with your children at the breakfast table and grilled him a fry up. Each of your children were giggling happily in their high chairs, scrambled eggs and ketchup smeared around each mouth. Katsuki let out a small smile when Keiko offered him a piece of toast from his plate before denying it with a “no thanks squirt, your ma is making me some”.

“Well, good news! I found the person who you described and asked them how long the quirk should last. You should be back to your own time by next week, maybe even earlier if you’re lucky,” you smiled as you flipped the sizzling bacon in the pan.

Katsuki was scarfing the breakfast like there was no tomorrow, up until you said that he should be home sometime by next week.

That’s good, he thought. I really want to know something though, I might as well take advantage of the situation.

He looked up at you, one burning question on his mind.

“I bet you’re wondering how me and … well, I suppose you got together, huh?” You grinned at him.

“How could you tell that’s what I was thinking?” He demanded. You let out a laugh.

“Katsuki hun, I’ve been married to you, er, him for over 15 years. I know all of your little tricks and tells, so don’t even try hiding them,” you offered more bacon to him. He accepted, before you turned your attention to the kids in their high chairs.

“Let me clean up my mucky little pups up first and we’ll talk after I’ve dropped them off at daycare.”

==================================

It was a pleasant day, Katsuki noted. After dropping off the children at the daycare and added cuddles from the babies, you did as you promised and hurried Katsuki to the couch with a photo book.

“See here, this is a photo I took of us at our first date. You were so nervous, your hand kept popping and you had to keep wiping your hand,” you laughed fondly at the memory. Katsuki peered at the photos with a strange feeling lying in his tummy. Is this why he felt so nervous around younger you all of the time?

“Oh! And here, this was our trip with the class to France! I had said something about the croissants being delicious, and you took that as a challenge. I was eating the croissants you made for days,” you let out another laugh as you recounted tales of your relationship.

Katsuki stared at you for a solid 5 seconds. You stared at him back until his face hardened and he turned himself away. You placed a gentle hand on his shoulder.

“Is something the matter hun?” You pried carefully. Damnit, you even knew the right nicknames to make him feel all weak inside.

“Just… why the hell would you go out with someone like me, hah? I’m loud, I’m obnoxious, I can be pretty freakin’ mean, so why? Why would you ever let me have a home with you?! Why would you ever let me grow a family with you?!? Why do you seem so happy, even though there’s a chance I may never come back?!?” He was borderline yelling at the end of his lament, tears threatening to plop onto the pages of the photo album.

You hugged Katsuki tightly, fingers playing with the baby hairs on the nape of his neck, all soft and gentle.

“Katsuki… I have no idea how far you’re into the relationship with younger me, but I’m going to let you in on a secret. I had a crush on you since our first day. I thought you were so strong and handsome, although you had some angst problems. Even after that, I always admired you from afar.

It hasn’t always been easy with you, as I’m sure you’re aware of. You can be loud and mean, and that has caused some rifts in our relationship, but,” you lifted his head up and cleared some tears.

“You’re also dedicated. You found ways to make up for your mistakes, and I always forgave you for them. I wanted a family with you because I love you, er, older Katsuki. We’re so blessed to have the quadruplets, even if they’re little pains sometimes. And yeah, there isn’t a day that goes by when I’m not panicked beyond all belief when you’re at work, but I wouldn’t stop you because it’s your dream.”

Katsuki looked at you. Your eyes held nothing but sincerity as he smoothed his breathing.

“Now come on, let’s go make some spicy noodles. My husband will be back soon.”

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Katsuki helped you diligently in the kitchen, chopping vegetables with renewed vigour. Older Katsuki trudged through the door with a loud grunt, you immediately dropping the pan on the hob to give him a welcome home hug.

“Welcome back baby, how was work? It was nice that Kiri offered to cover your shift,” you rambled happily into his neck. Katsuki let out a barking laugh at your clinginess as he picked you up and kissed you, making you squeal in surprise.

Younger Katsuki stared at your display; is this how you’re going to be in the future? Allowing him to kiss your neck when he comes home from work, cooking his favourite meals, keeping your home in tact?

“Oi, quit starin at my wife you pervert,” older Katsuki barked before you slapped his chest playfully.

“Leave him be, he’s literally you, you big dumb dumb. I’ve been letting him in on some of our dates and stuff so he can seduce younger me into wanting you,” you teased. Both Katsuki’s huffed simultaneously, earning a laugh from you. You wriggled yourself out of his grip and led him to the dining room where the meal you and younger Katsuki created.

You kissed his cheek as you went to fetch him a drink, leaving both Katsuki’s by themselves.

Older Katsuki stared menacingly at his younger self before clearing his throat.

“Listen brat, we need to fuckin’ talk,” he starts, rearranging himself on the chair and nudging the other chair adjacent to him. Younger Katsuki did so with hesitation.

“I’m fuckin’ tellin’ ya now, if you do anything that wrecks what I have now, I’m gonna come back in time to kick your ass,” he growls lowly.

“I love that damned woman more than anything in this godforesaken planet, as well as my little pack of brats. I would do anything for them, and I’ll be damned if you do anything that fucks that up for me,” he glares at him. Younger Katsuki slowly put two and two together and looked pointedly at the scar on his cheek. Older Katsuki knew where he was looking immediately.

“I, we, got this scar during a villain attack. (Y/N) took the brats to the park after a stupid fucking fight we had, and a villain attacked them out of nowhere. Luckily, I was patrolling there and stopped them from hurting them, so I took the blow in her place. I would do it a million times over for her,” his voice audibly softens whilst talking about you, eyes downcast to the large scar on his cheek.

He touches it almost fondly, as if he was proud of the scare. Knowing Katsuki, he probably was. He looked back up at younger Katsuki, who had a contemplating look.

“So…. Please. Don’t hurt her younger self in any way. I wouldn’t be able to survive without her. If you argue, hold your tongue even if you’re right. Treasure her. Make her feel like she’s the most incredible woman in the damned world, cos she fuckin is,” he finished with a doleful look in his eyes.

“…okay. I’ll, I’ll try,” younger Katsuki promised. Older Katsuki nodded and cleared his throat as you walked into the room. You presented the bottle of beer with a happy grin and a kiss on the cheek and a ruffle of the hair for younger Katsuki.

Fuck, he was smitten.

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“Daddies, watch me!” Aika grunted loudly as she successfully tiptoed from one end of the couch to another. Older Katsuki clapped and whooped in adoration whilst younger Katsuki looked on in pride.

“That’s my little ballerina! You’re gonna be the most graceful dancer ever, pumpkin!” Older Katsuki cheered, sweeping her up on his shoulder and making her squeal.

Kokoro looked on in jealousy with a pout on her face before a brilliant idea struck her. She toddled back to the couch and attempted the exact same feat as her sister, except on the back of the couch.

Keiko sat below her and watched her with a fearful expression.

“Papas, watch me! I can do it better than Aik-AAAAA!” She shrieked as she went to fall on the cushions of the couch, and subsequently Keiko. Keiko let out a scared cry as younger Katsuki swooped in to save him, carrying him in his left arm and catching Kokoro diligently in his right.

Keiko sobbed loudly into Katsuki’s broad shoulder, clinging to him with impressive strength. He nestled in as close as he could, passing Kokoro to his older self as he tried shushing Keiko.

“There there brat, you’re okay. Shhh, it��s okay, I’ve got you,” he murmured softly into his ear. He tried rocking him softly in his arms the same way you did and he was slowly left with a hiccuping, sleepy toddler.

“Damnit Kokoro, this is why I tell you to be careful! Every time you try to show Aika up, you end up hurting someone and yourself. Are you hurt, Keiko?” Older Katsuki asked Keiko. Keiko shook his little head into younger Katsuki’s neck.

Kokoro started tearing up at older Katsuki’s tone and looked down in shame. He visibly softened at his daughter’s tears and wiped them away with his fingers.

“Just be more careful, okay pumpkin?” He said firmly. Kokoro nodded and offered Keiko an apology.

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The next time Katsuki woke up, it was in a hospital bed. Specifically, Recovery Girl’s clinic. The light filtered through the blinds, hitting Katsuki in the face and making him stir.

IV wires and tubes fed into him and made it hell to try to sit up, before he saw a sleeping figure near his knees.

It was younger you.

He nudged you with his knee in order to wake you up. You looked dreadful; massive eye bags, lips nibbled red raw, sniffly pink nose like you hadn’t stopped crying.

“Oh my god, you’re awake! I’ll go get Recovery Girl!” As you moved to get her, Katsuki grabbed your hand.

“W-what…,” his voice felt strange, like it wasn’t his.

“What the damned hell happened?” He croaked out.

Your face saddens as you looked away.

“You seemed really upset after our last training session, so I went after you to find you. You had collapsed just outside of the Height’s Alliance building and you wouldn’t wake up whatsoever,” your voice cracks. Katsuki let out an “oh”.

You gained your composure before looking at Katsuki again.

“So, how do you feel? Is anything hurt? What happened?” You interrogated him. Katsuki rolled his eyes at your pestering before a sly grin crossed his face.

“Why, were ya worried about me?” He teased and watched as your face turned a bright pink. You flapped your hands around in a panic.

“It’s just because you’re my classmate is all! You wouldn’t wake up, and I didn’t want you to stay like this for ages!” You rambled in a worried state. Katsuki let out a gruff laugh before wincing at his voice.

Well, better shoot my shot, he thought.

“Well, I’ll tell ya what. Go out with me this Saturday and I’ll tell ya everything,” he promised.

The pink in your face told him everything that he needed to know.

[morganwritesfanfic]

FROM ME TO YOU

featuring. the seven demon brothers (lucifer, mammon, leviathan, satan, asmodeus, beelzebub, belphegor).

summary. the types of notes/letters they leave for you.

warnings. gn! reader, highly suggestive content in Asmodeus'.

꒰ ♡ ꒱ ─── LUCIFER

chicken scratch reminders only you can discern, written on sticky notes and placed upon easy-to-view spots.

'Brush your teeth. Your morning breath stinks. Love you. — Lucifer.' You read the note in your head as you take the yellow sticky note off the mirror. Well, you were going to do that anyways, but the reminder was nice. You set the reminder off the side and brush your teeth (your toothbrush and the tube of toothpaste already set out nicely for you).

And as you make your way to the kitchen, the leftover smell of something sweet fills your senses, and then you see the familiar yellow sticky note on the refrigerator. 'Eat breakfast, it is the most important meal of the day. I already made you something. You're welcome. — Lucifer.'

Smiling, you open the fridge and see a plate of food. It looked astounding, the plating was beautiful and you were sure it would taste just as good. As you close the fridge, Mammon appears and nearly scares the crap out of you!

"Can you read these?" Mammon asked, taking the note from your hands, "They're all over the place. I thought they were just scribbles," He mumbles, eyeing your plate of food, but you swat him away as you begin to eat your food. Yep. Tastes great. Wait- Did Mammon just say these cute little notes are all over the house?

Well, it seems your daily reminders have yet to finish, and you have plenty more to find before meeting up with Lucifer later.

꒰ ♡ ꒱ ─── MAMMON

crumpled up piece of ripped out notebook paper, tossed at you, to read a simple love note.

Stunned, you look at the crumpled up paper in front of you— it had hit your head a few seconds prior— before looking up and around to find the culprit. It was pretty easy, as Mammon quickly turned his head after being caught staring, a blush dusting his cheeks. He coughed into his fist, trying to act casual. Geez, what did he want now?

You uncrumple the paper and furrow your brows as you read, not noticing Mammon's gaze falling back on you.

'You look beautiful hot cute not shitty today. Get lunch with me? — M.'

Did he think you could read the scratched out parts? Cute. Biting back a laugh, you look over at him and he once again looks away, scratching at his neck. Very nonchalant. You roll your eyes, writing out your answer before crumpling the paper again and tossing it back to him.

You watch as he opens it and grins, before trying to act cool. He nods at you, and then shoves the paper in his bag (along with the several he tossed your way the past few days).

꒰ ♡ ꒱ ─── LEVIATHAN

rare loving & rather cringy texts that he cannot speak aloud, but hopes you know all the same.

'Uhm... I- I LOVE YOU! Normie you somehow captured my heart! Hopefully I got yours too LOLOLOL.' You stare at the text. You just woke up, and this is what you're faced with. You sigh, you can't help the smile that forms on your lips. That's your man. You send him back a quick 'I love you too, Levi!' which he responds with several random emoji's.

You meet him downstairs for breakfast and he's blushing hard, avoiding your eyes. "D- Did you get my text? Ah, no- of course you did, you replied- uhm... I..." He pokes at his food, embarrassed he even brought it up. Ugh, he wants to crawl back into his room and just send you a bunch of funny videos so you'll forget he even spoke, but you lean your head on his shoulder.

"I liked your message." You tell him, watching as his face turns fifty shades of red before he stares at you in horror.

"I- Is this some weird normie tactic! IT'S SOME TRAP, RIGHT? W- WELL YOU WON'T GET ME!" Leviathan then promptly dashes away, leaving behind his breakfast and a very amused you. You shrug it off, and continue on with your breakfast. About an hour later, you receive another text from Levi.

'Sorry. I panicked. I know you wouldn't do something so evil. Uh.... ILY K BYE.' It's progress.

꒰ ♡ ꒱ ─── SATAN

elegantly written love letters, with flowery words that rivals even the most famous of poets.

Satan had finished inking the words on the parchment, staring at his work with pride before neatly folding it and tucking it into an emerald green envelope and sealing it shut with a custom-made wax seal.

Satan then sends it your way, and by that I mean, he ties it to the collar of a cat and sends the cat to your room. You open the door to see the familiar orange tabby Satan snuck into the house a few days ago. You also notice the little backpack on it and take it off, opening the bag to see an envelope in it. Ah, another letter from Satan.

Picking up the orange tabby, you bring them into your room and then open the letter.

It's like something straight out of a historical romance novel, penned in beautiful calligraphy, words that could make anyone swoon— although this is for your eyes only. You trace over the words fondly, smiling to yourself. Truly the romantic, he is. You place it in a special box that holds all the letter he's written for you before.

You scratch under the kitten's chin, before looking at your door. "I should probably write him something back, hm? Or else he'll be pouty all week."

꒰ ♡ ꒱ ─── ASMODEUS

beautiful cursive with crude, although humoring and somewhat sweet, words in a small decorative card.

You gaze at the fancy piece of folded paper, Asmodeus' name displayed on the front, along with the instructions that it was for you. What could he possibly send you this time? It was always a toss up between something sweet, and something lewd, or something entirely in between.

Sighing, you brave the unknown and open the letter.

It gorgeous cursive, with glittery pink pen, the letter reads, 'You've been looking so cute lately! I could just eat you up! Or o-' you close the letter, shaking your head. Of course he only sends you these things whilst you're out in public, or around others.

You hope your expression isn't betraying you right now, trying to remain calm. He truly is such a pain in the ass sometimes, but the letter in it's own way is... kind of sweet? Er, well... At least you can say Asmodeus tried?

Later, he'll slide up behind you, a little smirk on his lips. "Did you get my letter?" He hums, pressing a kiss to your neck. "Shall we do the latter?"

Damn it. He's much too tempting, even if the letters he send are crude.

꒰ ♡ ꒱ ─── BEELZEBUB

sweet compliments written on grease stained napkins from your favorite place to eat.

Beelzebub had noticed you were sad, and just like he always does when you're low in spirit, he took you out to eat. Your favorite place, of course! He could already see your mood taking a turn for the better, but to sweeten the deal, Beelzebub steals a napkin and a pen and begins to write something whilst you're distracted with your food.

He slides it across the table when he's done, licking his fingers as he continues to eat his own food. You raise a brow in suspicion, but take the napkin and notice the blue ink of his lucky pen and start to read the note quietly to yourself.

'Roses are red, violets are blue, burgers are great, but not as great as you!' Your laughter is what he aimed for, and Beelzebub finally feels at peace knowing you're happier. You write your own cheesy poem on the napkin, and thus the two of you spend the rest of your time at the restaurant writing cute little compliments and cheesy words to each other.

Do you secretly take the napkin and shove it in your bag before you leave? Yes, yes you do. Does Beelzebub try to do the same thing but thinks it got lost in the mess? Yes, yes he does.

Does Beelzebub plan on doing this again next time? 100%!

꒰ ♡ ꒱ ─── BELPHEGOR

a secret message, made only for you to solve, to remind you of his love (along with several teasing jabs).

Honestly, you thought of giving up on the riddle, but knowing it was Belphegor, which means knowing just how much work he probably put into it, meant you'd give it another try.

And of course you manage to solve the puzzle, which allows the ink he hexed to raise to the the page and finish the entirety of the short message he left for you.

'I need you to come be my pillow. Come find me after you read this, okay? I love you~ Can't believe you wasted so much time on this lmao, loser.'

Ah, you could've done with the last line, but it wouldn't be Belphie without a few little remarks. You throw the letter away, knowing you'll likely receive another letter like this in the near future when he wants to mess with you.

Making your way to Belphie, he has a lazy, smug grin on his lips that makes you question actually going along with the letter. "I see you finally solved it. Took ya long enough." You roll your eyes, crawling into the pile of pillows and blankets.

"I will leave."

"Yeah right," he snorts, knowing just how empty your threat is, "now be a good pillow, m'kay?"

﹙ thank you for reading! have a wonderful day! ﹚

[morganwritesfanfic]

24 Hours - Epilogue

[Alpha!Reader x Multiple Naruto Characters]

Summary: You had spent the best part of a week married to each of your possible future suitors. You had enjoyed yourself immensely, but now was the hard part; you had to sort your life out and figure out which path you were going to pick… GN!Alpha!Reader x Multiple

Warnings: Pregnancy stuff, swearing, vague descriptions of injuries, some n-sfw discussions.

(And here we are!! The epilogue is complete!!! This project has been a ride, but it’s all worth it to give to @omeganronpa​!! I hope everyone else has enjoyed also though, and I hope you enjoy the ending, even if it’s not the one you hoped for :D Merry Christmas!!!!!! 💞💞💞)

Word count: 9.4k

Prologue - Chapter 1 - Chapter 2 - Chapter 3 - Chapter 4 - Chapter 5 - Chapter 6 - Epilogue

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#5

Where do they like to kiss and be kissed (series)

Adlers; Black Jackals; Niiyama; Itachiyama; Inarizaki; Nohebi; Johzenji; Fukurodani; Date Tech; Aoba Johsai; Nekoma; Karasuno. Finished: Captains

How do they dress and smell like (multiple characters)

Poly relationship with Aone Takanobu and Asahi Azumane

Headcannons: Ass, Boobs or Thighs? (multiple characters)

When our souls connect and the stars collide | Kita Shinsuke x Original Character (several chapters)

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#4

#_,, Where do they like to be kissed - Capitains

#_,, Poly relationship with the MSBY4 - part1; part2

‧₊˚✧ !! ˚₊ you can also search my writings via the tag #mor.writes

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#3

𝐏𝐈𝐍𝐊 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐬𝐤𝐬

—————— ♡

blush— are you single, taken, crushing, or not interested? or is it complicated?

ballet slipper— with only one word, describe how you feel at this moment

rose quartz— what’s your love language (romantic or platonic)?

watermelon— have you ever had to reject anyone romantically? how did it go?

fuchsia— describe your personality in three words!

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coral— what’s something you’re passionate about?

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blossom— would you get a tattoo? if so, what would it be of?

salmon— would you prefer a partner who is an introvert or an extrovert? why?

pastel pink— do you prefer to dress up and go out or stay in and relax?

bubblegum— how do you feel about your love life right now? are you happy with it?

champagne— what’s your favorite form of physical affection, if any at all?

hibiscus— what’s your favorite pet name, if any? why?

cherry pink— when it comes to loved ones, are you openly affectionate or are you more reserved?

hot pink— what’s your favorite relationship trope?

peach syrup— have you ever had an internet crush on a mutual on this app or another app?

flamingo— would you say you’re clingy in relationships and friendships?

pink magnolia— would you say that you develop crushes quickly

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from @caramel-flavor

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