#ddd drabble requests

[darklydeliciousdesires]

Hi 💕 Can I get an 18. with Jax? 🥹 Maybe like a friends to lovers kind of thing 🫣 Thank you so much ❤️ (and I'm sorry for not reading the rules the first time around 😬)

Hey, no worries! And yes you can!

Slight smut below the cut, minors DNI!

Your head shoots up off the pillow as a wave of panic rises within you at hearing a noise coming from the kitchen, flinging the covers back, about to reach for your baseball bat and prime yourself ready to face the intruder... until you remember. Jax is there.

"Sorry," he apologises as you pad into the kitchen, finding him placing the items he dropped from your cupboard back into their designated places. "I can't sleep, so I was looking for that knockout tea you're always telling me about. You got any?"

You shake your head, reaching to help him place the packets back upon the shelves. "I don't, I ran out."

He lets out a sigh, scratching his forehead with his thumb. "Well, I'm all out of ideas on how the fuck I'm meant to fall asleep."

You raise your eyebrow, your finger running along the waistband of his boxers. "Really? Because I'm not. If you can’t sleep, I could help with that?” 

His eyes widen a fraction. "Seriously, you and me?"

"Yeah," you state, feeling a flicker of regret for a second, until he reaches for your waist. "I mean, we're both young, free and single."

He snorts softly. "You're young. I'm a hundred and forty-two, or at least I feel it." His grin begins to grow as you giggle, leaning forward to plant a soft kiss upon your lips. "Come on then, darlin'. Take me to bed and fuck me into unconsciousness."

Half an hour later, and that's exactly what you're doing, making him come so hard that mere seconds after you climb from the most perfect cock you've ever had the pleasure of taking inside you, he's fast asleep.

Mission accomplished. And you got an orgasm out of it, too.

[devilevlls]

May I request a #2 barbatos and mc? Also take care of yourself!

Heey! Thank you for the request 💚 Hope you like the quick drabble!

Please tell me, this is not why you woke me up 🍨

Barbatos is caught off guard when MC unexpectedly wakes him up in the dead of night with a surprising request.

"Barbatos…" The soft murmur was the first thing the demon heard before being jolted awake by a sudden weight on his chest, followed by a flurry of movement.

Before he could fully process what was happening, MC had thrown themselves on top of him, wrapping their arms around his waist in a tight hug and nuzzling against his neck with an eagerness that was both endearing and perplexing. Barbatos, still groggy from sleep and not fully awake for all this commotion, blinked in confusion.

"You know… I'm craving some sweets…" MC's voice was a mixture of playfulness and longing as they pouted, shaking his body gently to keep him alert. "Please make one of those hellish Parfaits for me…"

Barbatos let out a soft sigh, his voice low, raspy, and still heavy with sleep. "Please tell me, this is not why you woke me up,"he murmured, his brow furrowing slightly as he struggled to fully wake up.

The demon butler looked at MC for a long moment, trying to discern whether their request was a joke, but the excitement in their eyes told him otherwise. With a resigned sigh, he reached for his DDD to check the time, his eyes widening when he saw that it was 3 AM.

"MC, you shouldn't be awake at this late hour. Humans need their rest," Barbatos advised gently, concern lacing his words as he shifted to sit up in bed.

"Pretty please…" MC's voice was soft and pleading as they continued to nuzzle against his neck, their warmth seeping into his skin.

With a reluctant smile, Barbatos relented. "Alright, alright. But you must promise me that you won't be too loud. We wouldn't want to wake the young lord," he said, reaching for a warm robe and slipping it on before extending his hand to help MC up.

Taking his hand eagerly, MC nodded with excitement, their eyes shining with anticipation as they walked hand in hand through the dark corridors of the demon lord's castle, guided by the soft glow of torches lining the walls.

As they made their way to the kitchen, Barbatos couldn't help but feel a warmth bloom in his chest at the sight of MC's infectious enthusiasm. Despite the late hour and the impending task of preparing a devilishly decadent dessert, there was nowhere else he would rather be than by their side, indulging in their sweet cravings and savoring the moments of quiet intimacy that bound them together in the depths of the night.

Drabble prompts you can use in your requests!

[cherry4nemo]

HIIII!! I saw you're taking requests so, I'm just gonna drop this and you can do whatever, drabble, or anything you want<3 I just wanna share this because it's fluffy and cute :DDD

So I've been thinking and like, y'know how Childe has one little white stripe on his hair? Yeah so, I think that man would be so very happy if his children looked like him because imagine like him being so, so, so smitten with them when he sees that they have the same little eyes and oh! A little white stripe of hair rests on top of their chubby cheek, he'd coo and spoil them so much. Poor reader would be stuck with literal copies of Ajax running around and being just as annoying as their daddy, though.

THIS IS SO CUTE. I don’t even like kids, but this low key made me smile.

Id like to imagine that Childe has very strong genes, so I definitely see your kids having ginger hair and big blue eyes just like their daddy! He’s such a doting dad too, he just loves them so much. :(

And oh my gosh when he first got to cradle the baby for the first time, he got a bit teary eyed. Not only does he spoil the kids but he’ll never turn them down if they wanna play toys with him. Childe gets so much cuteness aggression, he just wants to pinch their cute little cheeks all the time!

It’s going to be a VERY loud house. A headache is not uncommon at this point, but you can’t even be mad when seeing him bonding with the kids with a huge smile on his face.

[ushiwaakas]

hello!!!

i am new to making posts on tumblr, and being a writer in general!! i would love to start and work here to focus on becoming better, and to make stuff for people’s enjoyment!! i am a bit clueless with making posts on tumblr, but i promise i will get better!! ♡´･ᴗ･`♡

i will be writing mostly headcannons, but i will try to put in a drabble here and there! again, i am a new writer, so please be patient with me! i want to use this blog to help me become better! i will put more in my ‘about the author’ and ‘rules’ posts …when i learn how to use this app… (˚ ˃̣̣̥⌓˂̣̣̥ )

this is basically a haikyuu fanpage, but i might sprinkle in a few more fandoms, like jjk, yakuza, and jjba!

i apologize this being a little long, but i will get more organized and have more information on tumblr in the future! this is just my ‘introduction’ post…💗💗

for what you can expect, this will be ONLY sfw. i am a minor, and i don’t do nsfw!!

thank you so much for reading this (…if you did c: ), and i’m very excited to be using this blog! i accept requests! but pleasepleaseplease be respectful, and keep it sfw. :DDD

THANKYOU !!!!!!! 🤩🤩🤩

MASTERLIST

RULES

(…i really hope the haikyuu fandom isn’t dead…i was there in 2020….what a time…..)

[wearyeyebrow]

Love to Hate Him

Summary: Mephistopheles makes another remark about Lucifer not respecting Lord Diavolo. MC has had just about enough.

Tags: SFW, lucifer x MC, pre-relationship, gn MC, brothers included, mild conflict, drabble

The dark and alluring scenery whizzes by as you speed across the horizon line. The train car is filled with chaos incarnate, all seven avatars of sin, the crown prince, his retainer, and a nobleman together in the same train car. You sit amidst it all, Lucifer to your right, Diavolo, Mephistopheles, and Barbatos sit across from you. Mammon occassionally jostles you to your left, and the others are spread about.

This year's FTA Summit will be held in the carrion mountains, far from RAD. Mephistopheles was invited by Diavolo to join your enterouge, attending as a representative of his family.

So far everything has gone smoothly, which is a miracle in and of itself. Levi has a new game to occupy him, Beel is kept full by rotating railway staff (Lucifer planned ahead), Satan has a new book, Asmo is on devilgram, Mammon is occupied by online slots, and Belphie is half asleep in Beel's lap. They're in it for the long haul but the offer of a reward for good behavior (one of your suggestions) is keeping them in line for now.

You're reading over some notes Solomon sent you on your DDD, a couple ancient spells he wants you to memorize by the time you return. You're also half listening to a conversation between Lucifer and Diavolo.

"Absolutely not." Lucifer mutters.

"Oh c'mon, it's a great idea!"

"It's a terrible idea."

"Well, what about a piano bar? It would be a great way to unwind."

Lucifer hesitates, "It isn't that it's a bad idea, but it is a recipe for disaster with everyone here coming along."

"Maybe so, but I'd enjoy a lively outing."

"If you want to subject yourself to the chaos, be my guest. I will be at home."

Diavolo pouts and opens his mouth to complain when Mephistopheles chimes in.

"You know Lucifer, you really need to show Lord Diavolo more respect. He is your direct superior, you have no business refusing a request."

Lucifer stiffens beside you and his lightly discarded mask is firmly back in place. You were having such a good time, too.

"Oh come off it Mephistopheles." You pipe up, eyes still glued to your DDD.

"What did you just say to me?"

You sigh and look up from your phone with great effort.

"You heard what I said."

Mephistopheles rises from his seat to glower down at you, fists tightly balled at his sides.

The car is suddenly quiet.

"Maintaining a strict royal hierarchy is how we keep order in the Devildom, something these ex-angels aren't exactly known for. I for one-"

You meet his eyes. "Sit down, Mephistopheles."

"What-"

"I said, sit down."

His face burns in anger but when he takes one step toward you a chill runs up his spine. All of the brothers tense, hackles raised. Another step toward you is a death wish.

He tuts, trying to save face. "I was just saying-"

"You were just saying what, exactly?" You raise an eyebrow.

Lucifer is guarded on your right, regarding Mephistopheles as a speck of dirt beneath your shoe. Mammon shifts closer to you, forearms on his knees, eyebrow cocked in annoyance. The power you hold in this moment is almost exillerating, but you were never interested in power for its own sake.

Mephistopheles bites his tongue "I was just saying-"

"Nothing, was it? Oh good!" Your smile is too wide as you return your attention to Solomon's notes.

Lucifer is well amused beside you, chest puffed out, head held high as he fully leans back against the seat. His knowing smirk is insufferable. Mephistopheles wants to wring his neck. Satan privately gives his condolences.

"Whatever, I'm going to get some air." He huffs, slamming the door on his way out.

Barbatos chuckles, "Shall we go check on him, My Lord?"

Diavolo sighs, "Indeed. I'll be back shortly, please continue enjoying yourselves."

As soon as they're gone, Lucifer regards you, bemused. "You needn't intervene on my behalf, I'm perfectly capable."

"Oh I know, but his comment put me off."

"Really? I didn't notice."

You fondly roll your eyes. "I don't care about hierarchies, especially when they're contractual or coercive." You click your tongue, "It's just - look, you and I may have a pact but I don't own you or your time - no one should. Now I know Diavolo means well, but Mephistopheles is an ass. He just had to butt in, anything to reinforce his precious hierarchy. It bugged me so I said something."

Lucifer's quiet so you shrug, "But, well, maybe I'm overstepping-"

Lucifer huffs, but there's a smile on his face. His hand grazes your own, just slightly. "While unnecessary, the sentiment is noted and... appreciated."

Belphie makes a gagging sound in the background so you shoot him a look.

The car returns to its original chatter and the hills contine to roll on by. What further chaos awaits?

[toxicanonymity]

Hey, um, I really want to read those thighs out fics that you just posted links to, but because they’re formatted in the tiny text, I can’t read them without giving myself a pretty bad headache ;u; I don’t wanna ask you to reformat them or anything, but do you maybe have them posted to ao3 or something with more standard sized text?? If not that’s alright, just figured I’d ask!

I'm so glad you asked this! I don't mind reformatting at all. There's no rhyme or reason to when I do that, maybe it's when I'm feeling shy lol or just thought it looked right idk it's very silly. I updated those to normal text and went ahead and updated two others that i knew were small off the top of my head because they were recent. I can adjust other ones as I come across them, too. Happy reading!

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holy crap there were a lot, I'm so sorry.

FICS I HAVE CONVERTED FROM SMALL TO REGULAR TEXT (UPDATED 6/11)

thighs out!Joel (boyfriend's dad)

Sky's out, thighs out (1.5k)

at the beach (short)

MISC.

Aches (innocent reader fingering)

Canopy (dbf!joel in your parents' house)

Window Treatment (peeping Tom next door)

MALM Ikea Drabble (Trouble Joel)

Getting ready for Halloween drabble: Trouble!Joel

Stepdad Halloween drabble - Help with tie

Stepdad: Uber

Free Use (ORIGINAL); Picnic Table

Just the Tip (ORIGINAL) (v loss)

Patrol - pt. 1; pt. 2virgin patrol (v loss)

Secret breeder!Joel Refuses to pull out

Fucking one-off dbf Joel at your dad's house

in the ass like a good girl

you almost die then get used

Possessive cum play

non-con while you sleep

you're caught masturbating (300)

Pawn shop (GILF Joel)

Dr. Rock, pt 2

Speakeasy

HC: For Survival Couple become Speakeasy

Speakeasy Teddy (Showing you off)

Under the Table BJ

Public groping at the execution

night walks

x-small night walks 1 deleted scene (breeder stuff)

night walks liquor store run-in

restaurant drabble

night chalks

dark mode!Joel - ULTRA dark - DDD

Dark mode (knife)

Clicking (horny! joel -> dark mode)

Non-Fic: Request guidelines.

[honeycreamsweets]

⭐️Welcome Home⭐️

Mammon x MC

Includes- Gender neutral Mc. Boyfriend Mammon. A bonus of the other brothers being impatient. Pure fluff

Word count- 678

Mammon missed you and you two get to see each other after a short break. Basically, about being reunited and how happy you two are.

Note- Completely self-indulged <33 also my first fanfic/drabble! I didn’t have anyone read so I’m sorry if there’s mistakes! ;;v;;

Mammon excitedly waited for you to walk through the front door of the house of lamentation. You had been called away to visit the human realm for two weeks. Despite his protests and begging to go with you, he wasn’t allowed to join you. It made Mammon itch all week. He was your boyfriend, your first friend and first demon to make a pact with. He missed you like crazy, and it was hard to pretend it didn’t bother him that you were gone. But today was finally the day you’d come back. The avatar of greed had grown to have a new thing… Well, a person to feel greedy about. He adored taking up your time. It’s why he always wanted to be there first for you. Not that he’d express these desperations for your attention and company openly in front of others. He missed you and his greed for you made him miss you ever more.

He wanted nothing more but to scoop you up in his arms and hide you away from everyone else. It took everything to lie to (more like bribe with) his brothers to agree to not see you yet. Can you blame him?? He’s your first AND your boyfriend! The guy just wanted some time alone with you. A huge fight ensued as a result of his request and begrudgingly his brother agreed for a limited time.

Mammon was pulled from his thoughts once he heard the door unlock. He rushed out of the living room to see if it was really you. Once he saw your figure step into the house, his shoulders visibly relaxed. A smile tugged at his lips as he felt heart pound from excitement.

“Mc??” He called out as he watched you set your luggage on the floor. All the jewelry in the world couldn’t compare to your smile. You were practically glowing in his eyes.

You smiled when you finally saw your boyfriend. You always hated leaving him but the excitement you felt when you were reunited almost made the leave worth it. “Hi Mammon, did you miss me?” You asked as you held out your arms to him. With no hesitation, he crushed into you. The impact of him almost colliding with you caused you to stumble back against the door. His arms were around you and embracing you close to his chest. “I’ll take that as a yes… I missed you too, babe”. You spoke softly into the crook of his neck. The neediness for each other was reciprocated. You inhaled in deeply whilst hugging him tightly. Mammon kissed your temple softly and that triggered his greed to kiss you even more...

After a ridiculously long hug and feeling mammon press small kisses against your lips, cheeks and jaw, you tried to refocus him. All whilst laughing at the second eldest’s affections. Your laughter was music to his ears. You cupped his face gently with your hands. You watched as he pressed his cheek into your palms further. “I love you, I’m so glad I’m home.” Mammon held back a small whine and smiled at you sweetly.

 “I love you too, Mc… Next time, I’m going with you.”.

Bonus.

Asmo dramatically groaned against the hallway wall with his arm draped over his eyes. “It’s taking forever….” He pouted. Levi was angrily texting away on his DDD. He grumbled. “Stupid mammon… taking all of OUR time…” A sigh was heard from both Lucifer and Satan. For different reasons, of course. Belphie yawned as he leaned against Satan’s shoulder. “If he doesn’t hurry, I’m going to take MC to nap.” Beel furrowed his brows, “They must be hungry… I’d be hungry after a trip like that... We should make them a nice dinner as a welcome back”. Satan sighed once again. “No, Beel. We agreed that you couldn’t handle that. Besides, the two of them can’t stay like that forever.”. Lucifer rolled his eyes. “We’ll all get to see MC. Quit whining.”. All and all… The house of lamentation was happy to have you home.

[daytaker]

Oh No, This is a Horror Movie Setup with Satan?

Finally, FINALLY, I am doing what I said I'd do months ago and actually writing this drabble. It's rather silly, I'm not as proud of it as I am of many of my other fics, but in my defense, that prompt was actually way harder than I anticipated.

Nine Fish

Starring: Satan & MC Genre: Silly Word Count: ~1.7k CW: mentions of blood, Satan getting angry and making threats, overall lackluster writing

“It’s only natural I would be a skilled fisherman,” Satan says with an obnoxious level of nonchalance as the two of you head back to the campsite. He carries a cooler stuffed with about ten hell salmon, nine of which he caught, and one of which somehow accidentally managed to get snagged by your own fishing line. “I’ve read up a good deal on fishing technique in preparation for this trip, and I think it paid off.”

Beel managed to talk a few of you into going camping with him. Not ‘glamping’, not backyard camping or indoor camping… actual camping. He managed to recruit you, of course, but also Lucifer, Mammon, Satan, Belphie, and Solomon. Belphie presumably came along because it was Beel making the request, Solomon probably just came to see what stupid situations you’d all end up in, Mammon came because you were coming, Satan came to get away from Lucifer, and Lucifer decided to come along at the last minute, either to make sure you all didn’t end up burning down half of Darkwood Forest or out of some instinctive need to enrage Satan.

You and Satan had been assigned fishing duty on the second morning. Unfortunately, it was almost two in the afternoon as you returned to camp. After Lucifer’s impressive haul of eight fish last night, in a display of one-upmanship truly fitting a demon of his pettiness, Satan refused to give up before catching a ninth.

“We’re back,” Satan declares as the tents come into view. He holds up the cooler proudly. “We brought ten fish, nine of which I caught myself.”

You approach the tents, and you’re met by an eerie silence. You and Satan glance at each other, then approach the tents.

“Hello?” you call, peering into the tent shared by Satan and Mammon. It’s empty.

“Hmph,” Satan snorts, annoyed. “Of course they’d leave without seeing my successful catch.”

You ignore his harumphing and go to check the other tents. 

“Anyone here?” you say, peeking inside Lucifer’s tent. Nothing. The same was the case for Solomon and Asmo’s. But when you looked inside the twins’ tent…

“Satan?” You take a few steps back. “There’s blood in there.”

“Beel was probably just eating ketchup in his sleep again,” sighed Satan, but you grab his arm and point at the tent.

“It’s blood,” you insist. “Maybe someone got hurt and they all went to get help. But there’s definitely blood on the pillows.”

And when Satan checks it out for himself, he has to admit you’re right. That’s blood on Beel’s pillow… A lot of it too. He sighs irritably. “Let me text someone to ask what’s going on…”

You check your own DDD. “I don’t have any service,” you notice.

“Neither do I,” grumbles Satan, shoving his device in his pocket. 

“So what do we do now?” you ask. “I guess we just sit here and wait?”

Satan hesitates, then shakes his head. “Something’s not right,” he murmurs thoughtfully, putting a hand to his chin. “Even if someone was hurt, why would the entire group of them leave? Wouldn’t they have left one or two people behind to let us know what had happened?”

“I guess,” you admit. “But what other explanation is there?”

Satan looks at the bloody pillow and crosses his arms, speaking in a voice of utter seriousness. “Murder most foul.”

“Excuse me?”

“Look at the quantity of blood. This isn’t from some superficial cut. Someone bled a lot.” 

You shudder a bit, but you have to admit he has a point.

“So someone was severely injured… Not an easy task, you know, getting a demon to bleed so much. I have trouble imagining that this was unintentional. So presumably, the others have either apprehended the offender and taken him to the proper authorities, or…”

“Or…?”

“Or…there’s someone here capable of silencing even the most powerful demons in the Devildom, along with humanity’s most powerful sorcerer.”

“Why don’t we see any victims, then? We don’t even see whoever bled in here. I think you’re overreacting.” …is what you would have said. If you were boring.

“Gasp!” …is what you actually say. Because sometimes you just need a little spice in your life. “Now that I think about it, this is kind of like a horror movie scenario… Out in the wilderness, friends go missing, no cell service…”

“Someone carved the word ‘Croatoan’ into this tree,” Satan adds.

“Also that,” you say, nodding emphatically. “Honestly, Satan, things aren’t looking so good for you. Odds are, you’re either the killer, or a victim.”

Satan glares at you. “What do you mean? I can’t be the killer. We were together all morning.”

“Then…” You shrug awkwardly and make a slashing motion across your neck with your forefinger sympathetically. “I mean… I’m the final sheep, that much is obvious.”

“What do you mean, the ‘final sheep’?”

“I’m the innocent, virginal survivor who outlives everyone,” you explain. “You know. Like a sheep, brought to the slaughter, but subverting expectations by surviving.”

“Is it really a subversion of expectations when you’re practically glittering with main character energy?” Satan snaps, and he glares at the puddle of blood in the tent. “Well, I don’t intend to die today. I’m subverting this entire text by shifting the genre.”

“Wait, what?”

Satan begins to pace up and down the treeline of the clearing, his hands folded neatly behind him as he seamlessly pivots into a detective story.

“I propose that I can solve this mystery through deductive reasoning and the scraps of evidence we’ve uncovered. Let’s consider our cast: Lucifer, Avatar of Pride and consummate asshole. Mammon, Avatar of Greed and consummate moron. Beel, eternally hungry. Belphie, presumably slept through whatever happened. And Solomon, a cryptic, mysterious sorcerer of great power. Then we have a potential third party—or sixth party, as the case would be. An unknown villain from outside the camp who enters the clearing wielding an unknown weapon or weapons, somehow overpowering all four demons as well as Solomon.”

“That sounds pretty unlikely,” you say.

“I agree. In fact, I’d say blaming this on an outside party would be ridiculous, because the true culprit is obvious.”

He pauses dramatically, an obvious cue for you to react. “It is?” you say obligingly.

“It could be…none other… than Lucifer!”

He points at Lucifer’s empty tent. You stare at him.

“How could I possibly know, you’re probably asking yourself,” Satan continues when you’ve stood in silence for a few too many seconds. “Well, consider the simple fact that Lucifer is far stronger than any of the others. None of the others could possibly have overpowered him. Next, consider motive.”

“Yeah, consider motive,” you echo. “Except he didn’t have one.”

“Patience, Watson,” chuckles Satan, folding his arms and closing his eyes with an obnoxiously smug expression. “Because Mammon and I were forced to share a tent, last night, I was made to endure the smell of his weed pen. Mammon, evidently, packed it before he realized Lucifer was going to be coming with us, and when he found it last night, he couldn’t help himself. He took a hit right in front of me.”

“...And that’s the motive?”

“Not directly. I believe Lucifer discovered the contraband, and Mammon ran.”

“He ran?”

“Mammon is the fastest demon in the Devildom. He can outrun anyone, even Lord Diavolo, which comes in very handy for him when he’s fleeing creditors or, as the case was today, Lucifer.”

“Oh no…”

“I posit that, with Lucifer already enraged at his failure to capture Mammon, Beel approached him and complained about the lack of breakfast, given the…amount of time we spent fishing.”

“We?”

“Lucifer snapped. And before he knew it, Beelzebub was bleeding out on his own pillow. Recognizing the magnitude of what he had done, Lucifer quickly apprehended Belphie and Solomon and took them to—”

“Why are you being so loud?”

You and Satan both jump and turn around to see Belphie leaning out of your tent and rubbing his eyes, yawning.

“Wh—you’re here?” Satan stammers, looking extremely agitated to have this wrench thrown into his theory.

“Uh-huh…” Belphie yawns and smiles sleepily at the two of you.

“I thought you said you checked all the tents,” Satan snaps at you.

“I mean… I only didn’t check mine. I know where I am. Belphie, why were you in there?”

“There’s too much blood in my tent, so I borrowed yours while I waited for you two to get back. Lucifer is pissed at you, by the way. You guys took so long that Beel ate some food Solomon offered him.”

“He didn’t,” you gasp. Satan purses his lips gravely.

“He did. And Beel started puking blood all over his pillow. So between that debacle and the weed pen he found in Mammon’s stuff, Lucifer called off the rest of the trip and left with Mammon, Beel, and Solomon. He left me here to explain the situation to you since I’m the only one he can trust, apparently.” Belphie’s lazy smile morphs into something of a smirk. “So you two had better start packing.”

“What? Wait, he expects us to clean up this entire camp?” Satan rages. “He leaves all the grunt work for us, and doesn’t even stick around to see that I caught more fish than he did?!”

“Satan, calm down,” you say soothingly, but he’s having none of it.

“Beel, that idiot! He knows better than to touch Solomon’s food! And Solomon! That bastard should know better than to let anyone, human or demon, eat anything he’s touched!”

“Well, they wouldn’t have been in that situation if you’d gotten back from fishing a little quicker,” Belphie counters with a yawn.

“Shut up! Just shut up!” Satan fumes, clenching his jaw. “This is all Mammon’s fault! If it wasn’t for that stupid vape pen…! I’ll kill him!” His demon form manifests, and you know it’s too late to calm him down. “No… This is all down to Lucifer… It’s always Lucifer! Why does that arrogant, self-satisfied, humorless prick—”

He continues in this vein as the two of you pack and Belphie naps in a folding chair.

You never do eat the fish.

[getodrools]

HOLY FUCK I LOVE YOU any works youre working on rn ;DDD im gripping the sheets in need of more PLS JUST ATLEAST A TEASE

AAAH— i am working on some requests, involving: pervy uncle! gojo ( x2 ), jjk men + wet dreams, and another pervy step?? gojo taking care of reader… + more but im currently finishing these up ! <3

my own wips: cucking gojo w/ shoko + another fic like this but with gojo cucking geto, pt 2 of pervy chef! sukuna, and pervy step dad! toji teaching reader self-defense + other small drabbles but those won't be after ‘till these, im mostly focusing on these pieces atm…

and A LOT more longer fics that are just rotting in my drafts but im rlly excited to finish these ▾▾ after 😭♡

[piratesfromspace]

ooo i saw ur post about our babygirl joel miller and im not exactly requesting, but how do you think joel would react if he saw his s/o from before the outbreak again after twenty years? its been eating at my mind lol<333

also thank you :DDD

Thanks for sharing, this is a very interesting situation! I got carried away so here is a little drabble :)

When he sees her from afar, amongst the small group of newcomers in the colony, he thinks he's hallucinating. Too little sleep and too much of this nasty home-made vodka can do this. Except, she turns her head, and it's her. Actually her. The woman he used to love. 20 years ago. Before the outbreak, before the end of the world.

There are fine lines around her eyes, her hair is beginning to turn white, silvery strands settling on her temples - just like him. She looks tired, not the "I partied last night" tired, more like "I've seen some shit and done some shit and it's been 20 years since I had a restful night of sleep" tired. But she's still beautiful. She's what he thought he lost for ever. He had buried the memory of her sweet smile and her warm skin in the ashes of his previous life, just next to the corpse of his daughter. His heart sings for a minute, like it stoped beating for the past 20 years and had just started working again.

But immediately the long acquired instinct to smother any kind of hope kicks in. He can't let her see him, can't let her near him. He's grown too dangerous, unpredictable, bad. He can't let her be touched by his hands again - those hands of a thief, of a murderer, of a torturer. All the rotting evil laying below his skin, itched under his nails. She can't be corrupted by this. He won't allow it. Reluctantly, he turns back and ducks between two decrepit buildings, back into the shadows.

[darklydeliciousdesires]

20. “Please, remind me again why we’re having sex against a tree?” This one is giving Geralt vibes, I'm intrigued 🤭 x

Intrigued seems to be the word du jour in describing this particular prompt, bestie, hahaha! Here you are!

Smut below the cut, minors DNI!

The lush greens of the late spring canopy occupy every last space within the forest, so thick and blooming that only the occasional beam of light from the bright sun shines through the entanglement of branches above.

The particular tree you are pushed against scattering blossoms upon you, shaken by the gentle breeze, while you are shaken by your lover, your dress and underskirts rucked up around your waist, Geralt behind you, his full cock sliding back and forth into the satin clutch of your cunt.

“Please, remind me again why we’re having sex against a tree?” you pant softly, a particularly deep thrust forcing a groan from you, the noise sending shivers through him.

"Because you complain that I never take you anywhere beautiful, love. So now here I am, literally taking you somewhere beautiful." Your face is a picture of incredulity as you turn to him, Geralt amused by your reaction to his statement. "Stop looking at me in that tone of voice."

You chuckle, gasping as he spears into you faster. "Oh, you assume yourself to be so very clever," you tease, Geralt grunting a 'hm', his lips meeting your neck in a fever of kisses.

"I assume myself to be a much greater fuck."

Well, he isn't wrong there.

[thegreatermermaid]

obey me! simeon, satan and solomon hearing your favourite song

hi! figured i might make some cute drabbles while part 3 is being worked on :) i hope you enjoy! i might open requests soon but for now ill stick to my own prompts. SFW! simeon ・the sound of your music blasting through the walls peaks his sudden interests. ・he rests one ear on your door, smiling to himself as he takes in the beautiful melody, thinking about your elegant figure dancing around your bedroom. ・he loves you so much that he will even knock on your door and ask to dance with you. ・whether it be an upbeat song or something classical, he won't ever pass up the chance of guiding your dance and waltzing around the room. ・after your private performance, you both cup eachothers cheeks and laugh sweetly, never forgetting a moment like this. satan ・your earphones were connected to your ddd as you were sat in satan's room, both minding your own business from eachother, him reading a book and you listening to music. ・he noticed a happy smile curl up onto your lips as you began humming the rhythm of the song you were listening to. ・he smoothly puts the earphone just beside his ear and chuckled softly to himself as he hands you it back. ・you stare at him for a while, and he gives you a peck on the nose to wind you back to reality. ・you grin widely at his advances and he closes his book to listen with you. solomon ・you were trying to teach solomon a new recipe in the kitchen, when suddenly your favourite song came on the speaker. ・you began bobbing your head to the beat and started quietly singing the lyrics while stirring the mixture inside of the metal bowl. ・the corner of his lips turn upward as he began holding your waist from behind, embracing you while you cook. ・he enjoyed listening to your soft singing voice and savoured that this was your favourite song. ・"this is why you aren't improving on your cooking." you laughed, holding his cheek and pressing your lips against it.

[devilevlls]

Hi! Ignore this if maybe this isn't your cup of tea. But maybe no MC for this one? Can i request "I'm not afraid of the dark" with Simeon and Lucifer? Hurt/Comfort? thanks!

First I need to apologize because I wanted to give some comfort to the prompt, but it turned out a complete angst ＞﹏＜

Anyway, I hope you enjoy it! 💙

This drabble takes place in the recent end of the celestial war.

I'm not afraid of the dark ⋆.˚

After Lucifer's fall, Simeon found himself drowning in regret, consumed by the desire to re-approach him. He longed to stand by his brother's side, to offer support and companionship in a time of darkness. But despite his best efforts to reach out, every invitation to spend time together was met with rejection from Lucifer. 

Confusion and hurt gnawed at Simeon's heart. Why was Lucifer pushing him away? Was it out of a desire to shield him from the corrupting influence of the demon world, or was there something deeper at play?

Simeon desperately wanted to believe that Lucifer's reluctance to engage with him stemmed from a desire to protect him. Perhaps he feared that associating too closely with a fallen angel would stain Simeon's reputation among their celestial siblings, leading to isolation? But the uncertainty gnawed at his soul, leaving him yearning for answers.

“Please, I'm not afraid of the dark, It’s not the same without you. I wish we could be brothers again…” He typed on his phone, noticing that Lucifer haven’t answered his messages. 

Lucifer was his light, a presence that filled his heart with warmth and purpose. But at this moment, it felt like a void had opened within him, leaving a hollow ache in his chest that he couldn't ignore.

With a heavy sigh, the angel reluctantly set aside the DDD, the device a mere distraction from the overwhelming longing that consumed him. Rising from his bed, he moved toward the window, seeking solace in the familiar view beyond the glass.

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Lucifer’s pride would never allow him to admit it, but there wasn’t a day he didn’t thought about his past decisions. Look at where it led him. He, once a celestial being, now found himself shackled to the eternal service of the infernal prince... Did he condemn his brothers? Was it the right decision asking for their help? These questions haunted him relentlessly, casting shadows upon his conscience.

As he glanced once more at his DDD, his gaze fell upon Simeon's persistent messages. Why did the angel persist in his pursuit? Why did he seek closeness with one so steeped in darkness?

Ignoring Simeon seemed the path of least resistance, a feeble attempt to shield himself from the shame that gnawed at his soul. Despite his pride, a part of him yearned for the purity of his former existence in the Celestial Realm.

Yet, indulging in such musings proved a luxury he could ill afford. He is the only thing keeping those boys together. He needed to be their older bother, to be their salvation, the safe spot. There was no room for self-pity or regret. Lucifer steeled himself against the tide of nostalgia, resolute in his duty to protect and guide his siblings. He was their pillar of strength, their unwavering protector, even as he grappled with his own inner turmoil.

“Please, stay where you are

Don't come any closer

Don't try to change my mind

I'm being cruel to be kind

I can't love you in the dark

It feels like we're oceans apart

There is so much space between us

Baby, we're already defeated

Everything changed me”

“You have given me something that I can't live without

You mustn't underestimate that when you are in doubt

But I don't want to carry on like everything is fine

The longer we ignore it, all the more that we will fight

Please, don't fall apart

I can't face your breaking heart

I'm trying to be brave

Stop asking me to stay“ ── ˡᵒᵛᵉ ᶦⁿ ᵗʰᵉ ᵈᵃʳᵏ ᵇʸ ᵃᵈᵉˡᵉ

Drabble prompts you can use in your requests!

[etcrow]

@mikimush “Could I please request a drabble with the prompt "Pain" with Lucifer from your new prompt list?? But instead of it being just angst could it be hurt/comfort? GN!reader ofc :))”

1K followers alphabet event

P - Pain.

Don't worry, I am here.

Genre: hurt, comfort

Characters: GN!MC x Lucifer

Universe: Obey me

Warnings: cw period

A/N: Keyword for this post is “Pain”. Thanks for requesting it, sweetie. I HC that demons can sense when you are on your period and if you are suffering.

Summary: MC suffers of period cramps and Lucifer is taking care of them

You are lying on your bed, your eyes half-closed and your head aching. To make matters worse, you feel excruciating twinges in your groin as you desperately hug the hot water bottle to ease the pain. Getting your period pushes you every time.

Your DDD lights up and you hear the message tone; someone has sent you a message. You look at the DDD screen and notice that Lucifer has sent you a message. As soon as you read it, you sigh. He would appreciate your presence in his study.

You wearily get up and open the door to your room, walking through the corridors of the House of Lamentation in silence until you reach his study. You knock on the door, waiting for an answer, and Lucifer invites you in. When you open the door Lucifer raises an eyebrow at seeing you so pale and invites you to sit down.

You sit down and immediately feel immense relief at the level of your kidneys, letting out a sigh of relief. Lucifer leans down next to you and looks at you silently, bringing a hand to your forehead. You give a half smile, reassuring him that everything is all right, but he shakes his head. You could swear you saw him sniff the air for a millisecond. Lucifer imperceptibly clears his eyes, then turns serious again and walks over to his desk, picking up a paper.

You stare at it in silence, then he hands it to you. It is a RAD document to be signed, nothing of concern. 'A harmless practice,' Lucifer murmurs, and you nod, beginning to read the document.

He turns, changing expression for a second; he looks worried. "How inconsiderate. I haven't even offered you a cup of tea."

You are about to tell him that it's okay, that you're all right, but he insists, leaving the room and heading for the kitchen to make some tea. You smile weakly, signing the paper he gave you just before. Lucifer's gestures of affection are always welcome.

Lucifer prepares tea in silence, lost in thought. He opts for one of your favorite teas to entice you to drink it. Under his breath he recites an incantation and the tea lights up for a second, then returns to its normal color. Along with the tea he also prepared a plate with cookies to add to the tray.

Once back in his study, Lucifer finds you semi-absorbed on the couch, your eyes closed and your breathing slow. He can sense the pain you are feeling. He slowly sets the tray with tea and cookies on the coffee table and sits down next to you. You weakly raise your head, sniffing the air pervaded by the scent of tea, and open your eyes, noticing that Lucifer is sitting next to you as he watches you silently.

You look first at him, then at the tea, and thank him for his thoughtful gesture toward you, and he nods, telling you that it is normal to take care of a guest, especially when you see him a little under the weather.

You take the cup of tea in your hands and breathe in the scent; just the aroma of the drink makes you feel more relaxed. You take a sip, feeling how its flavor makes you more energetic and the warmth goes straight through your stomach all the way to your belly, greatly soothing the menstrual cramps. Something makes you raise an eyebrow, then chuckle. "Lucifer, could it be that this is not a simple tea but has a special addition?"

Lucifer watches you, amazed at your perspicacity, but pretends not to know anything. "I don't understand what you are talking about," and in saying this he brings a hand through your hair, playing with his fingers.

You smile, enjoying your tea, relaxed by the scent it gives off. Once finished, you rest your head against Lucifer's shoulder, squinting and breathing in his scent. "Lucifer, have you changed your perfume?"

He nods, surprised that you noticed, but by now he knows you are a keen observer. "I decided to change it a few days ago, yes."

"It suits you. It has a strong character, just like yours."

He rests his head against yours, taking one hand and intertwining his fingers with yours, feeling how strangely cold they are even after holding the cup of hot tea in his hands. "How do you feel?"

You sigh, feeling that the cramps have lessened though, even though you detest that time of the month with all your might. "I feel better, thank you."

Lucifer leaves a kiss on your forehead, a little awkwardly. He is not used to this kind of gesture of affection, but for you he can make an exception.

You stay like that for a few minutes, then you feel his hand under your chin. You feel his lips touch yours in a kiss, and you take his face in your hands, leaning toward him to return the kiss.

Immediately he pulls you close to him, warming you with his body, soothing you. His hand stroking your back gives you comfort but also warmth, making you feel better. You rest your face against his sternum, feeling his warmth permeate your body. You feel as if his wings have appeared and are protecting you from all evil, cradling you. Slowly you doze off, staying in his arms.

"Rest, my star," Lucifer murmurs in your ear, holding you close to him. When you wake up he will still be there to comfort you.

[chromes-corner]

may i request a lotus dragon x reader who's really cheerful but optimistic and clumsy? it’s like the reader always walks into trouble without noticing and lotus dragon always has to pull reader out of the trouble? thank you :DDD

Lotus is best dragon I’d give up my free will to be graced by their glory any day of the week 👍

As always, hope ya enjoy!

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(Briefly) Beneath the Lilies

Lotus Dragon/Reader

Notes: fluff, drabble

Content Warnings: none

A/N: this one’s a tad short (and a little loosely written/edited) as I’ve been very busy these past weeks and just a touch burnt out from doing anything other than endlessly doomscrolling on my little nightmare box. The summer heat and my schedule haven’t allowed for me to sit and actually focus on writing, but I still love the craft, even if I’m working at a slower pace than normal ^_^

The freshwater lake in the courtyard of the Lotus Palace is still, its glassy surface reflecting the cloudless blue sky above like a grand mirror. Lily pads bob lazily over gentle ripples and schools of silver fish glide beneath the pristine pane as though pulled along by a mellow, invisible force. The body of water sleeps, the push and pull of the water against the muddy beach pulsing rhythmically like a heartbeat. The quiet of the marsh is palpable, despite the buzzing of water-bound insects and the conversations of croaking frogs.

Imprinted in the silty shoreline are a set of rounded footprints. Past the coast is a well-worn but cared-for dock that creaks beneath each eager footstep. The turquoise paint is faded and chipped away in places, revealing several thin layers of previous coats.

Beyond the dock — and your outstretched arm, unfortunately — is the biggest lotus flower you’ve ever seen. Surrounding its pale gold pistil are plush, pointed petals the color of the twilight sky that curve upward into the shape of a crown. The flower rests on a lily pad the size of a dinner plate, languidly riding the tiny ripples that curtsy over the surface of the lake. The waves push the flower just close enough for you to graze your fingers on the silky petals before it’s pulled back beyond your reach in a tauntingly timed waltz.

With a huff of frustration, you reach out over the water once again, careful to not touch the surface. The lotus continues to elude you, even as you flex out your fingers in an attempt to hook them over the delicate petals. You almost pinch the lily pad with the tips of your fingers and thumb, but the plant lurches away at the last second.

Your hand slaps the water and you jolt away at the cold, wet shock. Your heart leaps into your throat as you frantically shake the liquid from your crispy dough, lest it becomes soggy and crumbles.

Almost had it, you think, sitting back on your heels and looking over your hand, ensuring that it’s still crisp and intact. Ugh, it was right there, just barely within my grasp!

With a heavy breath of resolve, you hook one hand at the edge of the dock, digging your fingers into the soft wood. Your other arm reaches back out across the water, and your whole body leans forward with it. The arm you use for stability tenses and shakes with effort, your fingertips anchoring even deeper into the planks as you rise from your knees to extend yourself further over the lake.

The lotus wavers on its verdant raft, rising towards you on a ripple that carries it up to your fingertips, then lowering away. The motion repeats for a few moments as you attempt to grab it with each undulation, but the waves come and go too quickly for you to react. You watch the pattern on which the ripples carry the lily pad, then, with a final exertion, you stretch as far as your dough will allow. You time your stretch just right as to meet the flower as it creeps towards you, and you are able to nab the lily pad. 

Your calculations only go so far as grabbing the leaf, however. Your weight distribution is fatally unbalanced. You teeter on the edge of the dock for a few long moments before your anchored hand loses its purchase on the wood, and you go careening head first into the water, shattering the surface in a resounding splash.

Fragile limbs kick out and struggle in slow motion. The blizzard of frost-white bubbles whips around you as you twist your body this way and that in a feeble attempt to decipher up from down. You open your mouth to call for help, but a rush of water mutes you and only causes your panic to heighten. Already, your arms and legs begin to weaken in their fight, paresis setting into your very bodily makeup. The murky blue that reveals itself after the curtain of bubbles disperses becomes darker by the second.

Even in your depleted state, you can’t miss the sudden force that pushes against your chest. Your arms knock against a smooth surface, and you watch through half-closed eyes as the darkness begins to let up.

With a deafening crash as you breach the surface, you’re thrust back into the daylight. Your eyes meet the clear blue of the sky as your back meets solid land with a thump that knocks the water from your chest. You lie in the mud for a moment as you catch your breath, and while the waterlogged world drifts back into focus.

A shadow with skin the same color as the sky hovers over you. It pulls you by your shoulders off your back and into a sitting position, carefully handling your softened arms. Something light and velvety is thrown over your shoulders.

“Are you alright?” A raspy voice asks, seemingly as breathless as you are.

You hug the fabric around your arms and look to your side with heavy eyes. The Lotus Dragon, as dripping and drenched as you are, holds your gaze with a tight-lipped frown. The lake’s chill is flushed out by the wave of partly-embarrassed, partly-flustered heat that overtakes your body at the sight of your savior. It’s not every day that the Dragon comes down from their tower, much less to save the life of a single cookie.

Though still dazed from your impromptu plunge (and from being starstruck by the Dragon’s presence), you manage to choke out a response. “Yes.”

Lotus’s draconian pupils travel downward, and their frown becomes deeper. “What are you holding?”

It’s only now that you realize your arms are steeled against your chest, clutching something big and pink in a tight embrace. You drop your hands into your lap and hold the lotus flower in a much softer grip. The flower had been crumpled in your struggle, and the petals that are still attached had become crushed together in your struggle.

You hold the ruined flower in shaking hands. “It’s… it was for you. I thought it would look nice in the pond by your palace.” You perk up with a smile. “And it still might, if you use some magic on it!”

Lotus curls into a mock-sitting position on their serpent tail, and they hold out their hands. You dejectedly let them take the flower from your shied grasp.

Lotus turns the flower around and caresses the petals, cautious not to let any more fall off. They brush their fingers over the flower like it’s the most delicate thing in the world. It surprises you how tender they are, despite the fact that they’re a powerful Dragon of ancient times.

Lotus holds the flower up to inspect it further, then smiles. “I will keep this in my throne room, as is.”

“But it’s all smushed and broken.”

“I prefer it like this,” Lotus simply says.

You tilt your head. The marvelous Lotus Paradise is a utopia of perfection. Every garden is cared for down to the last blade of grass. The palace is given the utmost care. Servants to the Dragon are constantly sweeping and dusting around the keep, making sure everything is in excellent condition. A measly crushed flower has no place in the palace, especially not in the pristine throne room of the legendary Dragon.

Lotus picks up on your puzzlement. They keep their eyes on the flower in their hands. “Ever since I created my paradise, everything within has been perfect. I have been around for a long time, however, so perfection has become a rather standard occurrence.” They turn their attention toward you. “That is why when I see something imperfect, it stands out that much more against the otherwise flawless backdrop of my domain.”

They lay a hand on your shoulder and move the flower to the mud beside them so their full attention is on you. “To me, the ordinary is extraordinary.”

[xiaomainlmao]

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M.List

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Albedo

The White Prince- Albedo x gn!Reader

Genshin characters and S/Os with similar personality - Xiao and Albedo

Modern au! Albedo x (nerdy) reader drabble

A peck through the books... literally

Xiao

Genshin characters and S/Os with similar personality - Xiao and Albedo

Xiao x reader- Angst/Comfort (tw- suicidal ideation)

After the festival died down... - Xiao x reader

Scaramouche/ The Wanderer

"He just doesn't understand" - Scaramouche x reader

Wanderer x reader comedic hurt comfort

Tighnari

A peck through the books... literally

Cyno

Cyno x reader royal! au

Cyno x Nilou x jealous! reader

Kazuha

Midnight Rain

But... I want you

Childe

(hiatus, might release when I have more Snezhnaya lore lol)

Heizou

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The Fontaine Siblings

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The 6th Harbinger- Signora

Genshin Characters and s/os with similar personality- Hu Tao

Multi Character Fics

For those... who's heart I broke (angst, no comfort)

How heated make-out sessions end with them (genshin and twst)

Twisted Wonderland

Riddle Rosehearts

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Vil Schoenheit

Your Scars are also Beautiful (sh comfort fic with Vil)

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How heated make-out sessions end with them (genshin and twst)

Twst Dormleaders with a reader who fights very elegantly

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Leona |2|

Idia

Overblot Boys Incorrect Quotes

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Kazutora headcannons where Kazutora and yn are buddies at school, not knowing the other is a delinquent...

Miya Chinen as your little brother

Basketball Date with Shigino Kisumi

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Akashi: DID vs DDD

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