#night bc dia was sleeping

[staliaz]

one thing about stalia is they have the most scenes together, meaningful and beautiful (romantically wise) so we are never gonna run out if scenes to edit bc there are always so many and i notice editors don’t use a lot more i love as well like they’re just soulmates ong.

[4giorno]

yeah no wtf. valk rlly came to save music AGAIN

[opiopal]

more random headcanons!!!! cuz they've been building up in my brain!!!

whenever there is a ball, Dia makes SURE he steals a dance from Lucifer,

one time, mammon and mc snuck out bc mammon had a thing he wanted to do, when they both got back mc was super drowsy and was falling asleep on mammons arm, which lead to them both somehow sleeping on the couch lowkey cuddling. everyone else was very jealous for a while.

once satan got angry enough to rampage modern day, and by mistake he had thrown something and it hit Mc, which ended up bruising pretty bad. he felt guilt until it fully healed no matter how many times Mc told him it was fine.

once beel went to an all you can eat place and came back to the HOL and went into a very short food coma,

Belphie has crescent shaped scars on the back of his hands and on his wrists, he has them from when he had killed Mc, their nails were digging into his hands while trying to escape. he looks at them often and feels guilt.

lucifer has pictures of all his brothers in his wallet and Mc knows this.. Mc also wept into his chest after noticing they got added to his wallet as well

mc teaches dia a lot of human things, wether its phrases or things like skating. Though sometimes, very rarely, they'll confirm some untrue bs that solomon tells him just to fuck with him. "Yes, human women do shed their skin during their periods."

one time in a panic mammon bit lucifer hard on the hand when he was about to be punished, it sent lucifer into a small crisis afterwards.

everyone has gotten their makeup done by asmo before, even if they don't realize they have.

luke needs a step stool for a lot of things, since everything in purgatory hall was made for adults and had no consideration for anyone that is child sized.

though I dont know much abt her, I believe that thirteen would be a hugger, but only with Mc, not like overly clingy, but def a hugger.

one time Mc got sick crazy bad and woke up to barbatos folding their laundry for them in the middle of the night, since he knew they wouldn't be able to manage to do such a thing and was fearful that none of the brothers would help them with it, so it probably kept him awake lol. Mc was very confused yet thankful and barb was very embarrassed.

going back to lucifer being a dad, he also probably has a group photo of the 8 of them framed in his office.

satan and mc randomly talk to each other as if they are in a shakespeare play just for the hell of it, it most likely started when one of them was making fun of something and the other copied it.

I'd like to thinkk that asmo and levi are secretly close, asmo helps him with cosplay stuff!!!

[wileys-russo]

can we pls get something fluffy w jenni based around that video of her kissing all over her dog today bc she rlly does give golden retriever gf vibes 😩

still sleeping II j.hermoso

you were peacefully sleeping, resting easy knowing you had the entire day off and with some rare storms forecast you were looking forward to lounging about watching movies and of course, enjoying a rare morning without needing to be up and about early.

though there was one teeny, not so tiny barrier to all of that which was the tall, tattooed and at times terribly annoying spaniard laid in bed beside you.

you were hoping with how late the two of you had finally gone to sleep after last nights activities, she'd share your want and desire to spend the morning wrapped up together beneath the covers.

however of course, you had no such luck.

you only stirred at first, her body shifting and pressing a little tighter into you as you exhaled and settled again, a hand slipping up your top to lay dormant against your stomach.

then came her nose, a little cold, as it tucked its way into your neck and her hand flipped, fingers tracing patterns against your skin.

next were the kisses, soft and gentle at first, her lips meeting your bare shoulder blade a few times. then they trailed upward to your collarbone, the column of your throat, your jaw.

you hummed quietly, a slight frown on your face as your shoulder bucked upward in an attempt to push her away a little, rolling onto your side and sighing, eyes still squeezed shut.

you knew jenni was awake now as she chuckled, arm tightening around your waist and pulling your back into her front as again her nose nudged its way beneath your chin.

"buenos dias preciosa." the forward cooed out softly, your eyes refusing to open as again her lips trailed across your skin, lazily kissing your neck and moving upward, a few light pecks behind your ear as you pushed her away with your shoulder.

again her laughter was soft, taller body vibrating behind you . "despierta bebé." jenni rasped, lips right against your ear now as her warm breath tickled your neck and you hummed tiredly.

"still sleeping." you warned with a mumble, unimpressed with the wake up call as sweet as she was being with her attempts. "mm really?" the girl smiled in amusement and you could feel her eyes staring at you.

"vamos despierta mi amor." jenni rasped again, peppering repeated buttefly kisses against your cheek as they warmed a little from the affection. "why." you grumbled out, eyes squeezed closed as she smiled.

"why do you think preciosa?" your girlfriend questioned back, head falling to the pillow as you sighed deeply. "i am not working out with you." you warned, a little less sleepy and a little more stern.

"but it is so much more fun with two of us amor, vamos." jenni practically purred, her large hand pressing a little more into your stomach, nails scratching lightly against the skin of your hip.

you didn't reward her with a verbal response, only shaking your head and shuffling your body away from her a little. but held tightly in one heavily tattooed arm you were pulled backward with ease.

her hand hooking beneath your back you groaned as you felt jenni hoist her body up to hover over you, one leg slotted between your own as she held herself up.

chancing opening one eye you were met with messy hair, hazel eyes and a cheeky grin, one you normally swooned for but in these current circumstances it only succeeded in worsening your grumpy mood.

"bon dia bebita!" jenni sung out with a wolfish smile, clearly now wide awake as you were quite the opposite. "still sleeping." you closed your eyes again, one hand coming up to lightly slap her cheek a couple times.

"no more sleeping." your girlfriend disagreed with a shake of her head, accent even thicker in the morning. "yes more sleeping." you spoke, jostling in an attempt to push her away but given her strong built it was a fruitless task.

"no more sleeping mi vida!" jennis body suddenly dropped, causing you to grunt quietly as her lips pressed gentle kisses all over your face. "jenni!" you whined out smacking at her bare back.

"despierta. despierta. despierta. despierta-" the striker chanted over and over, kisses raining down and the noise of her lips smacking against your skin repeatedly filling the air and you fought not to crack a smile.

growing tired and dangerously close to giving into her needs you switched tactics, hauling your own body over so you were laying on your stomach and exhaling deeply.

you felt her sit down on top of you, chuckles now proper laughter at your stubborn refusal to give into her needs. "stop!" you groaned out as her fingers poked at your sides causing you to squirm, your hand shooting out to sharply pinch her thigh.

the spaniard moving your hair to the side her hands stroked slowly down your back and you sighed a little more pleasurably at the feeling.

but it didn't last long as she ducked down, pressing kiss after kiss to your shoulder blades and the back of your neck. "mi novia, mi bebé, mi amor, mi vida, mi preciosa, mi querida-" with each kiss she mumbled something sweet, hands still stroking up and down your back causing goosebumps to prickle your skin.

"why can't we just sleep in, spend time together, don't you love me amor?" you blinked tiredly, turning your neck to the side to glance up at her. "oh no no, do not pull the do you love me card bebita!" jenni laughed with a shake of her head.

"no no no!" you protested as her fingers dug into your ribs with a twisted grin, your body writhing and bucking beneath her as she pressed herself down a little more to stop you throwing her off.

"going to get up then cari?" jenni smirked as you death rolled onto your back but somehow the girl clung on, still sat on top of you gleefully, fingers finally allowing you a moments reprise to catch your breath.

"puta." you spat with a scowl, eyebrows furrowed into a frown which jenni frankly found adorable, your eyes still a little puffy with sleep. "stop!" you finally let out a sincere laugh as she dropped down and pressed sloppy kisses against your cheeks.

"okay hermosa. no getting up for a work out." your girlfriend gave in as you sighed with relief, but you clearly hadn't understood properly. "i will work out in bed!" jenni announced happily as you raised an eyebrow and she pushed her body up to be basically planking on top of you.

"un-" the footballer did a push up, but stopped as her body pressed into you, holding herself up impressively on one hand as she tapped her lips with the other.

you quirked an eyebrow but were unable to keep the smile from your face at the mischievous twinkle in her eye, rolling your own and leaning up slightly to press a tender kiss against her lips.

"dos-" again she stopped before she'd finished the push up, your gaze roaming the muscles in her biceps she was clearly flexing for your attention, and it was working.

with another roll of your eyes you kissed her again and she pushed upwards. "tres-" again, a gentle kiss as she pushed upward and dropped again with a wolfish grin, rewarded with another kiss.

after only ten push ups your girlfriend stopped, finally rolling off of you as the two of you lay facing one another in bed, her legs nudging yours apart as her body intertwined with your own again, hands against the small of your back flushing them tightly together.

you stared into one anothers eyes, a hand caressing her strong jaw with a smile as you captured her lips with yours, teasingly tugging on her bottom lip and pulling away as her mouth chased yours again.

"jenni!" your eyes widened as with one swoop you were suddenly pinned beneath her again, this time a different sort of look in her eyes and one you recognized far too well.

the taller girl interlocked her fingers with yours, your hands pinned to the mattress either side of your head as your girlfriends cherry red lips curled into a smirk.

"there is another sort of work out we can do without getting out of bed princesa."

[moodywyrm]

as a chubby girl your work brings me so much comfort 🩷

also as a latina abby x mannysister!reader KILL ME just throwing this out there

-is ♌️ taken?

it is not!! hi baby!! are you a Leo?

and now this one I can get behind. ya know how people always do the character's sibling thing but it's a white person. ya no. let my people have this one. we're doing this in bullet points bc I have scattered thoughts

so I'm laying this out with the ages like: Manny 22, Abby 21, You 21, you all go to the same university

You and Manny were always close, so when he meets Abby at college in her first year, instantly he's introducing you to each other. Mostly because you two are important to him, but also because he doesn't want you to be a loner your first year (like I was

A part of him wants to be like, do not Touch my little sister, but he also knows that you two would be an excellent match, so begrudingly he sits back and is a lil match maker as you two get closer and closer until boom! girlfriends!

onto the latine stuff:

Abby is a FAVORITE at the carne asada. All of your tias y tios y primos love her!! We are going to forget for a moment that latine culture can be Super Homophobic and just roll with it, all of your tias love her. She helps take all the dishes and stuff out to the backyard, sometimes she helps cook, she's just a dream <3

100% starts learning Spanish when she becomes friends with Manny and then kicks it into high gear when you two get together

It's a lil bit broken, but your family encourages her <3 with teasing <3 you have to explain it's not out of malice but you also ask them to tone it down bc she's sweetie pie <3

she gets very used to late night paleteria runs, her usual order is tostilocos (con todo) y agua de fresa

she loves the snacks soooo much. swears that Mexican candy is better than American candy, and she's right <3

the first time she tried posole she had an out of body experience. life changing. she loves it. so now you make it every time her birthday comes around, or when you want to treat your girl <3

celebrates dia de los muertos with you, puts a picture of her mom on there and her first dog (in game, she would 100% put a picture of Jerry if she had one, still sets things out for him)

Christmas in a Mexican family is such a fucking event man, you two are taking the worlds Best Nap ever after eating ponche, tamales, posole, the works. I'm talking fabric wrinkles on the skin, drool everywhere, sweaty, deep deep sleep <3

also she adores music in Spanish. Natalia lafourcade? you two are dancing together in the kitchen. any reggaeton? she's learning to swivel her hips, give her time ok. Vicente Fernandez? baby acts like she's just been horribly heartbroken. she's so cute I love her soooo much <3

I will probably have more thoughts but rn the manny's sister well has run dry

[cheemken]

okay well now i HAVE to ask about your Diantha hc where she isn't as elegant a trainer as people think pls (if you want!)

FINALLY SOMEONE ASKED BCMDNCMD

Omf okay so I always see Dia as y'know, not really as elegant behind closed doors

In my hcs she really taught her own Hawlucha Close Combat bc she up and went "y'know what... We need something against those Steel Types and Flying Press and Goodra's Fire Blast isn't enough owo"

So during the time she has no acting gigs or smth, she really does train her mons even if it means getting dirt all over

I mean cmon, she has a Goodra too, she had to evolve it somewhere that's raining. She really went above and beyond just to evolve her pseudo legend that not only evolves at the high level of 50, but has to be under rain for it to evolve, imagine her getting so sick after training rigorously w Sligoo just so it'll evolve into Goodra, and still she believes it's worth it

Let's not forget the fossils too, she has to evolve Amaura at night for it to evolve to Aurorus, imagine young trainer Diantha skipping her sleep just so they can grind up and evolve one of her dinos. And then there's Tyrantrum, that mfer probs bit Dia more than Ash got bitten by his own Gible, and she has to fight and train it to stop biting her and actually use Bite on command during battle

Gourgeist too, y'know how in it's dex entries souls could be heard from it and such, imagine Dia just hearing those too and being so used to it that whenever smth spooky happens she just goes "oh, must be the souls, I should check on Gourgeist" and Lance just looks at her all "excuse me, the WHAT?!"

Anyways tldr, Dia is somewhat of a cryptid thanks to Gourgeist, somewhat of a psychic thanks to Gardevoir, somewhat built thanks to Hawlucha, and had to endure the gruesome training she had to do for Goodra, Tyrantrum, and Aurorus

[brattybottombunny]

Buenos dias princesa hermosa! Bonjour Madame Rouge 🥰

I have sadly been neglectful of my water intake, not enough balance between mimosas and water 😵‍💫

Mommy dommy side? The switch in me is positively purring 😳

I myself am not opposed to polyamory, I do believe you are correct, I might have to come out of hiding soon 🫣

i... that's a good question🫠 I don't really have a preference tbh it's not so much the word but the intent behind it for me, so yall may use whichever pet names please both for you most ☺️

Twin Cities huh? Yeah that's not too far!

Did you get some good rest, Cielo?

Ted Lasso so far is pretty good, we love character development arcs lol that's okay! Anime is not everyone's fave cup of tea, wasn't mine either! I watch it to spend time with my brother since he loves it🥰

I love me a good fall day! Crunchy leaves, beanies, hoodies, cold breezes and iced coffee (bc the cold cannot stop me!)? Sign me up! But it is a shame it doesn't happen to often anymore 🥲

Have a good sesh last night, hon?

Glad you were able to get to your dinner without the rush! It does seem like people always need something when you're busy! I feel you!

Not letting you win this one, sorry cherie, I just really find it adorable when you blush 💓

-🐁

gooood morning 🥰 ooooh mimosas? yum 😋

a domme, a switch, and a sub…interesting 🫣

oh my, im so lucky that y’all are both thinking of revealing yourselves. i mean…this has been wonderful tho anyway 🥰🙈

i’ll keep that in mind 😋

i did! definitely more sleep than i had the last few days, thank you ☺️

im a little curious about it, so that’s why i ask! thank you 😋 aww! that’s super sweet and very cute 🥰

oh im the same, always gotta have an iced coffee! yeah, it’ll be super hot and then we get a handful of picture perfect fall days and then it gets cold 😩

i did have nice sesh, thank you ☺️

it’s not even that people need me, so to speak, it’s that almost every time i heat up my food and then try to eat it, we’ll get a rush of patients and im usually the only one in the office who can register so 😅

it’s nottttt tho hmph 🙈

[captainvav]

there are def so many scenarios for this too bc there's the start where someone will find mars asleep in the office or workshop and put blankets on him. mostly tom and jordan picks this up eventually. but then dia gets attached in his. well. yknow. Silly Little Way. and starts upping the ante. gets him somewhere cozy first. wakes him up and brings him to bed. doesnt care.

and there's the standard autumn nights where it's fine for dia to get away with not finding a blanket and just staying at mars's side (puts him to sleep on the couch and will either sit at the floor near him and read during the night, or will get away with having mars's head on his lap for a good portion of the night and then stealing away with a pillow replacement before he wakes up which is imperative)

but also as it gets colder mars starts getting more and more stubborn and upset and maybe there starts to be more pressure on other projects from nox, so he needs to get work done and he's starting to get cranky bc the cold makes him worse (which is weird for jordan who is not used to his worse moods), and dia decides that the current situation is not working out. so when mars does fall asleep (he's started locking the lab door, not that it does much), dia will take him to a bigger bed and actually start to tuck him in. sometimes he'll be bold enough to stay and curl around him and be possessive and gross about it. sometimes he'll have tom come in and stay instead, or have jordan stay in the same room and keep watch.

there is so much here. he's so sweet and stupid about it all and dia refuses to admit how soft he's getting about it but he just gets a Little possessive

[wherethehellisderrymaine]

JULY WRAP UP

BOOKS the ocean at the end of the lane 

MUSIC MUNA jonas brothers YSY A taylor swift mumford and sons fall out boys

EVENTS bingo de scouts de Kimu con lucho

carrera con papà, mamà y lucho. it meant a lot to me bc i know how hard it was for my parents to do that. they are the best and they really care about me. 

1 week sex challenge - done bought the new toy

lunes 3 y martes 4: no sex drive. i’m anxious bc of the dinner i’m having today (wednesday) with my co-workers. i actually want to go but it makes me anxious leaving “him alone” and it triggers me back to what happened. I couldn’t sleep well last night, today i woke up with a head and a tummy ache, i couldn’t hide that i am not feeling well. i feel dizzy. 

i know it’s just me paniking for no reason but today i couldn’t hold it in. still, i don’t want it to follow me the entire day. i want to be relaxed, enjoy my plans bc i deserve that and i want to be more sociable, i want to feel at peace when i’m not with him, i want to trust, be able to not have separation anxiety bc of my fears. 

i’m hugging the chances. the chances to be hurt again, sure, for also the chances of being happy and being the version of me that i like and that will make everybody happy, as it used to. 

OVERALL: i couldn’t make it to the entire week of being ok bc today i am not, but still, i’m proud of myself for keep on fighting. 

miercoles 05: cena con los chicos de trabajo. fue re divertido, me encanto poder soltarme un poco y dejar de ser el fantasma que soy en el instituto. no esta mal mostrarse y es lindo que te conozcan. 

pelea horrible con lucho cuando volvi. leyo mi tumblr y entendio que no lo amo o que me hace mal. casi se va a las2 de la madrugada por no querer estar conmigo durante la pelea. nunca pense que ibamos a llegar a algo asi. entiendo su preocupacion pero èl ya sabia todo lo que yo pensaba y cuando tenia crisis, le decis por què eran. nada fue nuevo pero entiendo que leerlo puede ser chocante. 

si no lo amara ni me hiciera feliz, no me preocuparia yo tanto por mejorar y por ser buena para èl. el mes pasado me destruyo esa idea y por eso lo pase tan mal. por creer que no soy buena pareja para él por quedarme en el pasado. 

este mes en cambio estoy mejorando. pasaron pocos dias pero ya ouedo notar que hubo varios en los que estuve bien. hace un monton de tiempo que no me sentia tranquila estando sola aca, o que podia vivir mi dia sin miedo a cagarle el dia a èl por mi inestabilidad. 

viernes 07: hoy no pude ir a terapia oprque estaba matada desde ayer pero igual me siento bien. me siento un poco más estable. con más esperaznas de qe las cosas pueden salir bien porque los dos lo merecemos y ahora sí estoy dando lo mejor de mí en vez de quedarme estancada. 

ojala pueda transmitirle y convencerlo de eso. él dice que me sigue eliginedo asi que voy a cuidar esa eleccion y a seguir esforzandome por hacerlo feliz y darle paz. 

fui a la feria y le compreunas ferraris a papá y unos peluches a la gorda. it’s a nice day. en u ratito voy a buscar a lucho y vamos a ver los lentes. 

a la tarde veo a cati y lari --- lucho sale con angie y ro -- lo pasamos re lindo los dos. yo quise esperarlo despierta pero tenia mucho dolor de cabeza. 

sabado 08: sigo con dolor de cabeza - dormimos un monton pero no se me pasó. tal vez sea la ansiedad  --- vimos la clasificacion juntos y él se puso a estudiar mientras yo corregia examenes. i liked that, it was like sharing our lives and it felt nice. 

comimos y vimos jujutsu ^^ 

le hice la tarjeta a papá y pan para lucho. me sigue doliendo la cabeza. 

estuve un poco enojada a la tarde porque pienso en que tal vez las cosas no estan tan bien como creo y empiezo a ponerme a la defensiva, pero lo hable con èl y me asegura que todo esta bien hoy asi que genial. seguiremos dia a dia hasta que los dos estemos tranquilos. lo amo y no quiero perderlo. no quiero que ninguno de los dos se sienta así. 

es hermoso verlo concentrado, that’s hot. 

12: me levante con algo de ansiedad porque me esta por venir y me siento hinchada, y porque tuve pesadillas de nuevo. no me destruyo pero me moelsto durante el día.  en el trabajo me fue re bien. la semana de orales es estresante pero a la vez es re lindo ver cómo van progresando los chicos. 

dia feliz porque lucho se recibio de sommelier. estoy re orgullosa de él. se merece ser feliz y reconocido por todo lo que hace. fue un cuatrimestre re dificil y cansador para él y este es un final que valida su esfuerzo. 

jueves: él tuvo un mal dia en el trabajo y arruine la cita cena por ponerme violenta. tengo que frenar esto ya mismo porque me tengo harta. y a él tambien. 

viernes: 

terapia - me re sirvio. me calmo y me motivo a ponerme un ultimatum. ya no quiero seguir maquinando por sentirme culpable. voy a dar lo mejor de mí realmente y que pase lo que pase. 

cena con los chicos. lo pasaron re lindo. los amo y me encanto poder incluir a lucho. 

sabado: fuimos a sierras

domingo: le cocine dumplings y cheescake

lunes: armamos la carpa - creo que estamos mejor de a poco. 

yo sigo medio decaiga por las hormonas, algo estresada por seguir mal, por no tener libido (eso me preocupa, voy a ver si mañana puedo tener terapia y ver qué hacer). 

martes: ansiosa, insonmia, hinchada, cansada y sin libido todvia. me siento fea y no quiero que me vea. siento que va a dejar de gustar de mí. 

voy  a ver si puedo tener terapia hoy y si hago algo de ejercicio. 

a la noche vienen los amigos de lucho a su casa. voy a hacer el pan. estoy nerviosa por eso porque no sé si tengo su aprobacion y eso tambien me hace maquinar un poco. 

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estoy escribiendo esto el 5 de agosto. 

julio fue un sueño, diria nick jonas. 

estuve relativamente estable. no genere tantos problemas y el viaje fueincreible. despues postearé especificamente sobre eso. 

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al volver del viaje, me tope con algunas noticias medio feas, como que papá esta maso de salud  y triste, o que foni acepto la oferta de quedarse otros tres años (aunque tal vez pueda volverse antes). me puse mal y volvi a hacer cosas que me prometi en terapia que no iba a volver ahacer, justamente porque sé que no me hacen bien. dicho y hecho, me puse del orto, medio me aleje de lucho, volvi a tener pesadillas y a plantear temas que ya no tienen sentido. al menos noto que no me afecta taaaanto como antes, pero sigo sin poder dejarlo del todo de lado. 

estoy trabajando en cambiar mi discurso mental para no ver de manera tan negativa las cosas que no me gustan. todo sumado a que lucho me tiene mucha paciencia pero se le va a agotar dentro de poco. 

en unos dias es su cumpley quiero arrancar su nuevo año con el objetivo personal de dejar atras lo feo y enfocarme en hacer brillar lo lindo, que es un montón. 

[maxverstepponme]

I’ve realized that k hasn’t posted about missing her p, i think she did it every time she left for a long time (like the triple header) and also two ideas that she may be in america (the continent) or in monaco, bc either she posts her stories very early (bc i have woken up and her stories give me bad mornings, posted 1 hour ago aprox) or she post them just before going to sleep or in the afternoon, so she doesn’t face the backlash for too long. // no one has posted pics of P in over a month. Whether it's Kelly or Daniil. The hours Kelly has been posting this stuff defending Bolsonaro is "perfect" for her to be criticized all day in Brazil, because she posts early in the morning or at night in the country's time zone. When she first posted on Monday, she wrote "Bom Dia" (good morning) in the caption of the story. It was around 7AM in Brazil and 12PM in Monaco, and that twitter bot that tracks Max's jet posted minutes before her stories that he had departed from France, so I don't think she traveled with him to the US, but I don't have any clue if she stayed in Monaco or traveled to Brazil

We’ll know soon

[dianitesbooty]

Getting to know each other

Summary: Now that Mot was back in his world, Dianite didn’t want him out of his sight. Mot likes his privacy. When: After Mot comes back from RoM, mostly after Mot and Tom’s picnic date ———–

Dianite slept, in a weird sort of way.  He kept this information private from his newly returned champion but it didn’t take long for him to question what his god did when everyone else went to bed. Dianite tried to evade the topic but Mot knew him too well to let it go. It was briefly explained that even spirits needed to rest and that he shouldn’t worry about it.

Truthfully, Mot didn’t care about the how or why his lord now had to rest, but he did care about the fact that he suddenly had a few hours of freedom from the nether spirits supervision. He hated the feeling of being watched and Dianite knew which only made him feel even more creeped out. He loved having his god back but this was getting ridiculous.

At first he used the extra time to write or engage in other ‘hobbies’ that he didn’t want anyone watching. He quickly got bored trying to stay awake just for the few extra hours but even as he went back to his usual sleep schedule, he kept the information in the back of his mind.

Mot had attempted to talk to his alternate a few times and failed a few times. Every time they got talking he simply couldn’t stand the knowledge that everything they said was being heard. After the two of them had a heavily censored picnic, Mot had slipped a note card into Tom’s pocket.

Unsurprisingly, Tom showed a late. Although he had reassured Tom that he had a right being there as Mot was given a room, Tom still felt the need to break into the priest’s house. Tom seemed to not even be trying to be sneaky considering Mot had been watching him walk around for a few minutes from the front window. After Mot took a few pictures he walked out and turned the porch light on. Tom jumped and dropped the crowbar he was holding.

“Just saying, I could have gotten in my own way!” Tom said as he entered behind Mot. “Sure you could’ve.” The older man muttered.

Tom followed Mot’s shadowed figure down the halls and into his temporary room. Tom ignored the sign and walked in behind him. After Mot turned the lamp on they sat down on opposite sides of the bed, facing each other, both analyzing their alternate. Tom broke his gaze and focused his eyes on his hands, thinking.

“So, why did you bring me here?”Tom said, lifting his head to look around the room once more. ‘He won’t look at me’ Mot noted. It didn’t take him long to figure out why.

“Don’t worry, I don’t want to fuck you.” Tom froze, a blush growing on his cheeks. Mot discreetly rolled his eyes now that he had conformation that Tom had assumed all the wrong things.

“I want to get to know you. Our lord keeps stalking us and I don’t know about you mate, but I don’t like it!” Mot stated matter of factly. Tom was quiet for a second and chuckled.

“You don’t like it? Weren’t you two together before he died? You over ‘im?” Tom joked. Mot raised his eyebrow, understanding what Tom was saying.

“Not together, just…” Mot scoured his brain for a nicer term for ‘fuck buddy’. Tom smiled, remembering the awkward walks of shame he partook in.

“Friends with benefits?” Mot chuckled and nodded.

“Anyways, we aren’t here to talk about my non existent sex life, we’re here to get to know each other.” Tom was about quip that his sex life was included in ‘getting to know each other’ but the older man gave him a jokingly stern glare that quieted him.

Mot informed the other man that Dianite was ‘sleeping’ and two comfortably talked about themselves without the possibility of interruption. They went over the basics such as where they were from, hobbies, friends, and how often they jerked off.  When they exhausted those topics they went deeper into their pasts. Mot skipped over most of the details of his time in the streets and tried to explain things the best he could without having a panic attack. His memories after the age of 14 and before Dianite were a blur. After that age he was rarely not high on whatever drugs the old men gave him before they used him or the ones he took so he didn’t have to remember. He often found himself awoken in alleyways and empty drug houses after who knows how long with money in his pocket. Tom ignored the pauses and inconsistencies in Mot’s story and didn’t question why most of his teenage years were skipped over.

Tom pieced together memories of a family he barely remembered anymore yet still yearned to meet. He talked about his last memories of them, and how he awoke on a new land with his distant friend. Mot smiled as Tom recalled the other Mianite as he had to deal with him as well. While Mot was in the other world he never bothered to learn about the other Dianite so Tom went over him as well.  While they never had what Mot and this world’s Dianite had, they still felt something for each other and they weren’t afraid to admit it. Tom confessed that while yes, this place was great, he just wanted to go home and see his Dianite again.

After obligatory backstories were shared, they told each other of the adventures and ‘death defying’ stunts that they pulled. If Mot hadn’t seen the salt shaker above the other man’s house then he doubted he would believe it. Tom had no trouble envisioning his alternate getting chased around by Steve’s perpetually irritated roosters though.

After personal questions were asked dick jokes were made, one of them finally noticed the time.

“3:48? How the fuck did this happen?” Tom said in disbelief.

“Well you did show up at midnight…” Mot huffed. They both walked out to the front door, neither of them having grown tired. They stood out for a good minute or two and enjoyed the sight of a deer and her babies sleeping.

“So, same time next week? I still want to know you got away with attempting to poison Mianite!” Mot held back a laugh and watched as Tom turned away walked off. He was grateful that it was assumed they would meet again as he didn’t want to ask and force Tom to listen to his sob stories. It made him feel slightly better that Tom was there voluntarily.

-

Nobody could figure out exactly when the duo had become so friendly. Their friendship had blossomed in the next weeks despite nobody seeing them interact, save for the occasional spar. Martha was happy that they were getting along as it meant Mot could force Tom to be nicer to her and maybe not steal her stuff all the time. The Mianitee’s weren’t too happy that their frenemy had an ally but they dealt with it. Dianite? He liked Mot's influence. Mot was turning Tom into a valuable asset and he was kinda getting attached to the dumbass. The only thing he had to do now was beg (not really, because he’s a god and gods don’t beg!) for Mot’s forgiveness for the extreme friendzoning he pulled back then.

While most people were silently celebrating the friendship, someone was getting more and more annoyed by the week. The priest. He was getting tired of finding crowbars in front of his house.

[the-demonus-aunt]

Demon bros reacting to MC slapping their ass and walking away without saying a word?

Sorry for the delay! Loved writing this, though.

Listen, I don't know if you wanted something sfw or nsft, but I know what I wanted, so nsft is always marked as such.

CN minors dni. Reader x brothers. Reader has a clit. Consentual manhandling.

The brothers reacting to MC slapping their ass and walking away without saying a word

Belphie

He's probably lazing on the couch or dozing off in the attic, so he's too lazy to do more than moan

However you've now started an elaborate game of surprising each other with random booty slaps

His slaps actually hurt but you still think it's fun

Mammon and Levi are crazy jealous of him bc they want to join in but wouldn't dream of just touching you

NSFT:

You just walked away? How dare you just walk away after jump-starting his horny thoughts? And by Dia, why is he too lazy to follow you and drag you back? To push you onto this bed, far up in the attic and away from everyone else to hear how he would pay you back? To tear your clothes off of you as quickly as you had seized your opportunity and hurt you in all the right ways?

Oh, how he wants to dig his teeth into your shoulder and his nails into your thighs until you beg for mercy like the little slut you would become for him. Yeah, he might be drifting off again, but it will not be a peaceful sleep.

Beel

You catch him stealing food from the fridge at night and seize the chance

God, his butt is hard??

He does not notice. His cheeks are too strong and his food fixation is too overwhelming.

Only when you start laughing and turn around will he realise what happened and look at you dumbfounded, cream still smeared all over his face

NSFT:

Bad timing. He's kinda horny from all the tastes on his tongue and the workout from the Fangol game he just came back from. You may try to walk away, but his hand is around your wrist before you can take another step and your head hits the table in the middle of the room before you can yelp. He apologises indistinctly, but his lips are already on you, kissing down your neck, hot breath already dizzying you.

It's good you get wet so fast for him, because he's in you in seconds, taking you on the fragile wood like no one could ever come in. Well, nobody will, now that you're screaming his name so loud.

Asmo

You know that anime moan that super self-ironic 14-year-olds do before they scream "yamete"?

Yeah, that's the sound he makes but he means it.

He will give you a cheshire cat grin and ask if he can follow your lead

Your ass is now permanently red for the rest of your days

NSFT:

You might have done this with his brothers around, but he will give you a visit tonight. And when he does, you can bet that his hands are down your underwear as soon as your door's closed. He'll push you onto your bed, legs spread wide and pull your panties to the side to immediately draw wide circles into your clit. He'll spread your slick all over your twitching cunt, lick his lips and dive right in until you've cum an unbearable amount of times. And when your hole pulses, skin raw from the overstimulation and your pretty little bud is all swollen, red and soft against his tongue, he'll finally give you the chance to retaliate.

Satan

He is stretching to reach a book on the top shelf in the library.

He yelps and almost falls over tbh

He's kinda mad at first because he dropped the book and it is a really fragile first edition

However, he soon gets over himself and realises: you just touched his butt???

Oh, he's following you now.

NSFT:

One minute, you were walking past the closet where you store towels, shampoo and tooth paste. The next, you're in there, tongue deep down Satan's throat, his hands firmly on your waist and your nails digging into his shoulders.

The smell of clean cotton mixes with his taste of pine and old books. The wetness between your legs mixes with his precum, as he slides into you, moaning and crying. His thrusts are slow, but his teeth are rough as they nibble on your lower lip. He's going to devour you for what you've done.

Levi

He is taking a CD out of his gaming console, crouching down with his ass high up, it's too tempting.

He is speechless. Buffering. Data still loading, don't press the off button.

You just? Had your hand? On his ass? Just like that? Nani the fuck?!

Everytime he sees you, he wants to retaliate. He never does, he's too shy

NSFT:

Levi watches you walk away but his thoughts are already exploring all the other places he'd let you touch. Fuck, how he wishes he had the guts to act on it. Instead he returns to his room, turns the key in the lock and wraps his desperate fingers around both of his lengths at once.

He adds pressure to the base and shakes, he spreads his precum around his tips, he whimpers as he imagines your clit under his fingers. Imagines how he slaps it with one of his cocks while the other explores your depths. Imagines how you sigh his name when it rubs you in all the right ways with each thrust. And he comes undone in thick spurts right into the loose sweat pants he's still wearing, panting, thinking of you.

Mammon

Oi, what the fuck, human? He was just minding his own business, searching that drawer for some silverware to sell.

Blushes but plays it off

His eyes go back and forth between the drawer and you. In the end, he follows you.

Tells you you can't just do things like that, but secretly hopes you'll slap his ass again

NSFT:

You smile innocently at him, but it automatically turns into a seductive smirk. Oops. It only takes a hand on his cheek and a small tug to make him bow down to you and let you kiss him. And a few minutes later, it only takes two strokes and a needy moan for him to cum on your chest.

Good thing he's willing to make up for it. His tongue sloppily grazes your clit everytime he licks up more of your slick, while his index and middle finger press right that sweet spot inside of you. No mercy, just overwhelming pleasure. And when he can tell how close you are, he variates: firm little licks on your clit switch rapidly with the pressure on your g-spot until you cum so hard on his hand that he has trouble swallowing your juices.

Lucifer

Excuse you?

What business do you have with his butt cheeks when he was just pouring some demonus into his chalice?

Dia damn it, lamb, it's staining his best pair of pants now?

The feeling lingers, though, and when it leaves, he wishes you'd replace the ghost of your hand with the real thing again.

NSFT:

Of course, that wouldn't work. No, his hands were supposed to be on your ass now, beating it red.

There's no way you made it out of his study and there's no way he'd let this go. Instead he pushes you beneath his desk: "You made the mess, now suck it off."

And that's how you end up suckling on his pants while he continues his work until his hard cock hurts from the strain. When he finally allows you to take his clothes off and he bends you over his desk, his arm wraps around you and he takes care of your swollen, needy clit while his crop comes down on your ass and leaves gorgeous red streaks. Oh, how he loves how the feeling of your soft bud under his fingers and your smell and your destroyed little whimpers mix.

[plush-rabbit]

Arranged Marriage - Getting Kidnapped

Request: AAAAAAAAAAAA i love ur arranged marriage Diavolo post 🥺❤️ hes just too cute! May i request something with fiancé MC getting kidnaped the night b4 the wedding and now they r in danger? can’t use the pact and summon Dia bc they r injured and too weak to move.

A/N: !!! Thank you!!! A part of me wishes to expand on it, but like I think it takes a lot of world building and like while I love world building, I also just put it off (ie my other series) this one is headcanon format!! Simply because,,, well for the reason stated previously, love ya!!

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Even though Diavolo has a large following, demons and others alike, praising the way of the new era, there are still others who prefer the way of the old king. However, no demon is out of their mind to attack the prince. He has loyal followers, people whose anger and malice are incomparable to their own.

To attack Diavolo is a bold move on its own. Even the thought of it having people in fear. You can never really know just how much magic the one demon can contain. How many secrets he holds, or how knowing he can be. But it isn’t the prince that should be attacked. Time and time, it’s shown that to get the blood boiling, to make them lose focus and become so absorbed in anger, you must strike at what they hold close to their heart. To target you is a bold move. Even without the fear of the prince making sweat bead, you also have the pact of the brothers, you have the angels, a sorcerer older than some demons, and Barbatos who is loyal to Diavolo and thus loyal to you as well. However, you are still human.

It’s easy to forget how fragile humans are. It’s the night before the wedding and because your prince wants to follow certain customs, he bids you good night, leaving you to sleep in your own room, free to be by yourself. It was luck that made you so easy to capture. Even in a place so guarded and protected by magic, there are still weak points in the old building. You must suspect something with how you glance over your shoulder, and even creep towards the door with shoulders raised and a jaw clenched tight. But you still fall asleep, and you fall into a deep slumber that leaves your body limp and heavy. You don’t stir when you’re tossed over a shoulder and dragged out of your bedroom without so much as a soft whine.

You’re woken by sound, something heavy and large clanging along the beaten walls of the building you’re held in. You blink and stir, your head moving to the side, nudging at something in the air, and you must think that you’re in bed, in a bed shared by your prince. Your vision is blurry, and your mouth dry and when you try to move, reaching for water that is kept on your nightstand, you find that you’ve been restrained. You move and the chair that you’re tied to, squeaks in response. Your hands shift and scratch against a concrete pillar, and you try to open your eyes, but you’re blinded with a light cast onto your face.

The demons waste no time in explaining it all to you. It’s garbled in your head, voices muffled and a headache slowly approaching. You can still summon, you were taught how to, and you open your mouth, Latin spilling out and quickly, something heavy meets your jaw. Blood fills your mouth and tears shine in your eyes. Your hands stretch and a demon walks behind, and something cold hits against your palms and you sob, letting out a scream that is muffled by a rag that tastes of sweat and dirt. You’ve barely been awake for a few minutes and you’re already bleeding, already frantic and scared that you won’t get out of this alive. You whimper against the gag, your sobs muffled and spit sliding down the gaps of the fabric, and soaking into the fabric, swelling it in your mouth.

You can’t summon him. You won’t be able to. Not with your mouth gagged, and not with your hands swelling and feeling as if they’re broken. You don’t want to be here. You want to be back in bed. You want to be safe. As you sit in misery, your joints stiffening and where the shackles rest, and cut deep, your captors continue to talk. Their plans sound so far away, and you don’t care for what their end goal is, you just want to go home. You cry, and wail, chest shaking and it’s so painful, sobs tearing your body apart, and tears burning. The headache that has already formed, only worsens and you can’t take it.

Through hiccups and the constant shaking of your body, you cry for Diavolo through the fabric, wailing and you’re met with another harsh hit across the face, your face swelling, blood making the side of your face hot. Something stings against your skin, there’s a tear that widens with every sob, that peels and stretches itself against your face, marring your skin and making red and pink pop. You should have known that it wouldn’t take long to locate you. You should have known that it would only be a matter of minutes before someone came and found you. They all should have known.

It’s Diavolo who comes to the door. His gaze is somber, eyes dark and you can only see him for a moment before you weep. He walks inside, gold adorning him, wings spread and there’s something heavy in the air. It reeks of sulfur and something that should have been disposed of long ago. A hand cups your face, calloused and large and despite it, it’s still gentle, a ghost above your swelling skin, and he lets his lips ghost over the shell of your ear, on the side of your face that wasn’t struck. There’s blood on his hand, and he tells you to keep your eyes closed. You do as he says, dipping your head down, as you listen to the room. It’s faded and distorted, and you aren’t sure if it’s his doing or the fact that you can’t think properly. The screaming is guttural, coming from somewhere deep, fear and cold nipping at your skin, and your stomach sinks as the screaming slowly fades, voices being lost to each other, voices disappearing one by one.

Once the screams are finished and the only noise that fills the room is heavy breathing, you lift your head. Your eyes are still closed and you say his name through the cloth. Diavolo’s cupping your face, asking in soft pleas to look at him, to know that it is you in your own body. When you do, he smiles and words that flow into one another are breathed into the room. Your body is warm and your eyes close once he’s done. You reawaken in a room, and this time you aren’t shackled, and there’s water beside you. Nothing hurts, only a phantom pain is left, the swelling and cuts is nothing more than a memory. Even your hands feel whole, untouched by anything, and the only memory you have is just that- a memory that will stay with you. When you try to rise, Diavolo makes himself known to you, edging close to you with slow, careful steps that one uses to comfort an injured animal. He sits beside you and you collapse onto him, sobbing and clutching his arms, the headache returning and you’re pulling yourself closer to him, flushed against him as if he’s the only thing you’ve ever known.

His hands are heavy against your forearms, clutched firmly and his smile is sad. Diavolo keeps you close to him, shifting so you sit on his lap, your head tucked into the crook of his neck and with each tear that burns against his skin, it makes his own thought process so much easier. He pulls away, and he kisses your forehead, apologizing that he wasn’t there at the beginning. Apologizing for what you had to go through. He’s been with you and learned from you, that humans are so frail, their minds and bodies and he can’t and won’t forgive himself for what you were put through. He opens his mouth, words filling the air, magic seeping into your skin, and your eyes become dazed, muscles slack and head lolling forward. It’s a quick slumber, one that lasts for only a few minutes. He places you back in bed, and fixes himself into his pajamas, lying beside you. When you reawaken, you yawn and look at him with a smile, your hands cupping the side of his face and asking why he looks so sad. And he can only respond that he had a bad dream, and when you ask about it, he only shakes his head, kissing the tip of your nose, before he pulls you close, his hands clutching the back of your shirt.

[cheemken]

Hey Knight, with Halloween coming up soon I got a question about the champions

What do they do on Halloween?

Do they watch Horror movies? Walk around the Neighbourhoods looking at decorations? Start putting up the Christmas lights already? Go to Haunted houses? Or do any of them go Trick or Treating?

Actually about that last one, what would the Champions dress as?

This could be directed towards either Gen of Champions, you decide which group to answer with :)

Ohhh that's fun! But do spare me bc I have no experience w Halloween as in my country we only have the Four Months of Christmas™ hahaha so like yeah I'm gonna base all this on the shows I watch lmao

Anyways going w the first gen champs

My guy, Geeta is absolutely fucking vibing, the biggest horror fan and the one who goes all out during Halloween, Diantha's vibing too in a different way, like fr, once October hits, Geeta's there waking Diantha up all "mi ángel, it's Halloween soon, we need to set up the traps"

"yes I know, dar— what do you mean traps—"

"for the horror house. I'm sure people would love it this year."

"darling, please, you went overboard last time, you traumatized someone."

"Last time wasn't even that terrifying."

"Geeta, no—"

It's Leon she scared lmfao

Cynthia and Lance would go around the neighbourhood tho judging their decorations. Going on how that guy didn't even bother, that lady is trying too hard, they're sure as hell some of their decorations are just their ghost pokemon. These two then tell Geeta all the decorations the other peeps in the neighbourhood has and she plans to outdo them, this is honestly the only time of the year these three get along well lmfao like they're that competitive they want their house and their decorations to be the very best like no one ever was hahaha

Wallace and Diantha do go all out on costumes fr, Lance and Steven has to deal w them, they have to be matching, for the aesthetic. Diantha and Wallace also really competitive, wanting to outdo others' costumes. Dia and Lance do supervise Iris and Hau when they go trick or treating back then when they were younger, it's always nice to see the kids having fun and making new friends, tho Dia did have to limit their sweets during those nights bc the first time they celebrated Halloween together, Hau and Iris and even Cynthia did not sleep the entire night bc of the sugar rush, Dia now knows better lmao. Also doesn't let Cynthia watch over the kids when out trick or treating, Cyn taught them how to actually trick people to get more candy.

Leon would celebrate the Four Months of Christmas™ fr, even gets the kids to join him. Look, he's not like Diantha who indulges Geeta in her grotesque horror filled interests, he just wants presents and snow and having the fam together and presents okay, homeboy would put up the Christmas lights as soon as September hits lmfao like their house would be halved w Geeta's Halloween decorations and Leon's Christmas decorations. Geeta, out of spite, placed spiders and witches hats on Leon's Christmas decorations; Leon, in revenge, also put Christmas hats and reindeer headbands on Geeta's Halloween decorations. It's always a war zone in there home once September or October hits hahaha

Idk what they'd wear tho fr, I just know Wallace and Diantha would have the most aesthetic costumes out of all of them lmfao, Geeta would have like,, idk, she gives off the vibes she'd have a costume of Leatherface from Texas Chainsaw Massacre, her mask is so detailed that it scared everyone. Y'know Leon's Christmas get up in PokeMas? Yeah, I know he'd wear that during Halloween just to spite Geeta lmfaooo homeboy would defend himself saying it's still a costume hahaha

[weebswrites]

Hey! I recently came across your blog and I love your Obey me! HC so much☺️☺️ if its okay could I request the Obey me! Brothers + dateables reacting to MC hugging them, nuzzling closer and then saying “you smell like home”🥺🥺 thank you!!💕

The Demon Bros & Undatables: Reacting to MC calling them home :’)

Lucifer

• You’ve had a long day, and Lucifer is the only one who you know can cheer you up

• So you go to his office, walking in without knocking first, something you only did when you really needed him (which he knew)

• When he hears his door open he looks up with irritation, but then seeing it’s you he gets up and walks over to you with his arms open

• “MC, what’s wrong” his voice is soft and reaffirming, and you let yourself be wrapped in his arms

• You don’t answer at first, just listening to his heartbeat in his chest and enjoying the smell of his cologne

• “You smell like home” you whisper against his chest, and at that moment he swears he’s never felt love stronger than what he feels for you

• He does Not tear up. No sir not him!

• He tightens his arms around you a bit and kisses the top of your head, truly speechless at what to say

• “Then stay with me forever” he whispers, and you nod into his chest

Mammon

• He’s walking you back to your room in the HoL after the two of you got dinner together, and you’re chatting about the meal and how the waitress you had was really pretty

•  You arrive at your door, and you turn towards Mammon and hug him tightly, your head resting against his shoulder

• “Mmm, you smell like home” you comment to yourself, realizing after a second that he definitely heard you

• Big blush boy wraps his arms around you tighter than he ever had before

• “Sheesh MC, you’re gonna make me blush” he jokes, but his heart felt like it could explode he was so happy

• You hug for longer than the two of you usually did and you both fell asleep thinking about each other :)

Leviathan

• You were laying in his bed, his arm around your shoulders as you leaned into him, watching the newest episode of an anime

• You zoned out during the commercial break, resting your head against his chest

• “You smell like home, Levi”

• If you think Mammon blushed, you have no idea how hard Levi blushed

• He didn’t know what to say, and you thought you could feel the heat from the blush on his face

• You looked up at him and sure enough, his face was redder than you’d ever seen it

• You kissed his cheek, figuring you might as well really make him blush ✨

• He honestly blacked out a little lol

Satan

• You were reading in the library with him, you head on his lap as the two of you read your respective books

• It was getting late, so you closed your book and turned towards him, snuggling in his lap and closing your eyes

• His hand fell against your head, and he played with your hair as he continued to read

• “Home..” you whispered, a small smile crossing your face

• “Hm?” he hinted for you to repeat yourself

• “You smell like home” you repeated, opening your eyes and looking up at him

• He tried not to blush, but you knew him well enough you could see though his facade

• He held your gaze for a moment before moving his hand down to cup your face, eyes saying more than his words ever could

Asmodeus

• You’re spending the night in his room after a self care night, currently choosing which movie to fall asleep to (or talk through the night to)

• You decide on a meodicre movie from the human world, so it wouldn’t keep your attention too seriously

• He opens his arms for you, and you snuggle against him

• “Asmodeus...” you start

• “Yes?” he looked to you smiled

• “You smell like home” you pressed a light kiss to his chest and laid your head back down

• He was silent for a moment, then speaking “I’m glad you feel safe here, in my arms, MC”

• You end up talking about your lives throughout the night (yk one of the chats you have with someone until like four am about anything and everything)

Beelzebub

• You’re leaning against his arm in the kitchen as he snakcs, rambling to him about how frustrating classes had been

• “Mmm, but you smell like home, so I feel way better now that I’m with you” you end your rant and wrap an arm around his, holding onto him tightly

• He’s so touched :’)

• He isn’t great with words, though, so he leans over and kisses the top of your head and offers to make you your favorite food from the human world (or have it delivered)

• You smile into him, “That’d be great, Beel. Thank you”

Belphegor

• You whisper it as you’re falling asleep with him after a long day of classes and errands for Lucifer

• “You smell like home...”

• Not much wakes him up when he’s about to fall asleep, but a confession like this does the trick

• He wraps his arms around you and pulls you against him, pressing a gentle kiss to your shoulder (or the back of your neck if you’re comfortable with that)

• “Thank you, MC” he whispers to you as you drift into a nap

Diavolo

• He’s working late into the night again, but he finished all his paperwork early so he can sit in bed with you as you sleep

• You scoot over and rest your head against the side of his thigh, not wanting to disturb his laptop but wanting to smell the comforting smell of your favorite demon

• “Dia...you smell like home” you whisper against him, and he almost thought he didn’t hear you right

• A human ?? Making his heart feel like this ??

• He hides his face in his hand for a moment before coming back to his senses

• “I’ll always be your home, MC. I promise” he said gently, moving a hand from his work to stroke your hair

Barbatos

• He’d had a longer day than usual with Diavolo, and you were practically asleep when he got into bed well past midnight

• “Mmm, welcome” you tease lightly, voice groggy

• “Go to sleep” he whispered, not wanting you to lose any more sleep than you already had

• You snuggled against his chest, appreciating his warmth, “You smell like home” you half consciously whispered

• ERROR: BARBATOS HAS STOPPED WORKING

• He holds you closer than he thought was demonly possible, whispering little words of affirmation to you as you fell asleep in his arms

Simeon

• You were walking around the park, holding hands and talking about your day

• The two of you passed a nice fountain, and decided to take a picture to remember your day together

• You moved closer to him, and suddenly your nose was filled with his scent

• “Simeon, you smell so good. Like, home” you commented, not expecting a blush to cross his face almost instantly

• “MC...” he was speechless, but just pulled you into a hug (and took a selfie of the two of you hugging, because he never wanted to forget this moment)

• “Thank you” he smiled the most genuine smile you’d ever seen, and you knew you wanted Simeon in your life forever

Solomon

• You’ve enlisted his help for cooking duty, and the two of you are working on your favorite dish from the human world

• He leans across you to grab a measuring cup, and you can’t help but notice how comforting and familiar he smells

• “Solomon, you smell like home” you turn and wrap your arms around him, inhaling deeply against him

• He !!

• “Awh, MC” he laughed lightly, “You should have told me sooner”, then setting down the measuring cup and wrapping his arms back around you

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A/N: I didn’t feel comfortable doing Luke w/this one just bc ,, he is a child and I would feel weird telling a child they smell like home yk ?? Anyways I ~loved~ this prompt hehe I hope you guys enjoy

[mishkakagehishka]

hi okay wait i'm just gonna puke this concept up into your inbox bc it's all i thought about all day. its not really a writing request i've just got thoughts and i think you might have some too. idk. also this got long sorry. wordvomit as some would say. oops. uh. this got away from me a bit

okok idk if you've ever even heard of it but a few yrs ago i was on a big romance visual novel kick and i found one called "TODO: Today" and one of the routes you could do was basically dating an AI that was built into your computer. except said AI was sentient and had thoughts and feelings of their own!! so. apply that to the self-aware enstars au!!! (it's less the yandere au and more just a general self-aware one.)

you fall in love with your favorite character - you always have them on your home screen, you always grind for their events and pull on their banners. and one day they wake up. they become sentient. they realize that they're just as enamored with you as you are with them. it starts small - deviations in their lines, your gacha rates seem to be a little better, the game seems to be a little kinder to you. and then you log in during an event for your fave - you're way behind, you got busy, and then you realize you're almost at the 3.5mil marker. when did that happen? you ask the question aloud and the character on your screen says "Well, I couldn't let you miss out!" and then you realize. they're alive, too. so what do you do with that? you have basically a living, breathing consciousness stored in your phone; they're just as enamored with you as you are with them. they've broken free. is it fair to simply shun them? delete the game and potentially remove any bit of their consciousness? should you try and talk to them? try to work with them? maybe you'll end up a little closer than you thought...

!!!! Honestly, if it's just a self-aware au, that'd be so... interesting, right? A little heartbreaking, but :OO cut for length!

If we're talking about genuine love and affection. Yeah, they'd try to help you out here and there, they'd ask you to stay and chat with them a bit on the homescreen... but it has to be gradual. They've just gotten awareness, too, but they have the sense to know that this is weird, and they don't want to scare you, so they test the waters a bit. They say different lines when you finish a live, they wish you luck during the loading between the homescreen and the live or work screen, they say "Hope you get it!" when you hit the scout button... it's odd, but you can chalk it up to an update. They'll probably keep it up to small things like that, their idle lines will move on from "sad" more to things similar to, "I enjoy when you keep me company here" (or a roundabout way of saying the same for some characters, Shu'd hit you with a "It's not that bad when you stay a bit longer here").

And then comes an event that you wanted to grind for so bad! It's your fave, maybe even! Regardless of whether it's the character on your homescreen or not, they're noticing how sad you are about not having time to play, and you even have the dia to grind! So, one morning you login, and your BP is at 3/10, your work tickets empty, and you have less dia, but your points are significantly higher than when you went to sleep. Furthermore, your homescreen idol is... silent. They're sleeping leaning against the edge of the screen. You tap them, which scares them awake, and... they are no longer very subtle.

First they apologise for keeping it a secret, then they ask for you to hear them out and not freak out. But here they are explaining about how they spent the entire night awake grinding because they knew you needed to sleep and are going to have a busy week. You have to ask them to explain the self-aware business. They don't know either, they just ask you not to delete the game, that if you're bothered, they'll continue giving you scripted lines and stop playing in your place, but just let them stay alive. They've gotten attached to having a consciousness.

The choice is up to you, but if you decide to keep them, maybe even befriend them, they'd be very grateful. They enjoy your company, and they hope you enjoy theirs as well (even if some won't say it out loud). And maybe they fall in love after a while, but... they'll keep it to themselves for now. Maybe they'll try to subtly (or less subtly, cough Hiiro cough) find out if you have a partner, if you're interested in anyone. The amount of optimism in "dating" varies from character to character, but they're all more than happy with being your friend and watching with how much joy you play the game.