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dollyyyhouse · 4 months

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Don't 'Cha Wish Your Girlfriend was Like me?

Pairing: Nanami Kento x Vixen Reader (AFAB)

CW: Smut below the cut! Takes place at club, p in v, Nanami cheats on girlfriend with reader, public sex, (they get caught lmfao) Nanami and reader get ahead of themselves, porn with plot, reader is described as a vixen

Inspired by the Pussycat Dolls 🫡

Nanami couldn't believe himself, how could he be having such awful thoughts about another woman when he was right next to his girlfriend? It was like he was under a vixen's spell and unable to think about anything besides you and the way you made him become all hot and bothered. All he wanted was to bend you over and make love with you— what the hell was wrong with him? He had a girlfriend for crying out loud, how could he be falling head over heels for another woman?

"... Ento?" Stuck in his thoughts, the man was unable to hear the woman calling out to him. A thousand thoughts ran through the blonde-man's head; had he accidentally drank alcohol? Was that the reason he was so enamoured by you? He didn't plan on drinking, he had to make sure he brought his girlfriend home safe. "Kento!" Nanami was brought back to reality when he finally registered that the woman next to him was trying to get his attention.

"What are you so distracted by, dear?" His girlfriend asked, cocking her head to the side in curiosity. Unfolding his arms, Kento wrapped an arm around her and pulled her closer. "Nothing, I was just watching everyone dance. It was a good idea to come to the club tonight." The man replied, acting as though he wasn't just checking out another woman moments ago. "Ah, alright. I'm glad you're having a good time! Though, you do look a little bit red in the face. Did you drink something?" Shit. He didn't think he was blushing. "I think I mistook someone else's soda as mine, it probably had a bit of vodka in it. Don't worry, I only had a sip." Kento offered his girlfriend a small smile. The woman grabbed her boyfriend's free hand and fiddled with his fingers, interlacing their hands after a few moments. "Just be careful, make sure you don't drink anything weird, dear." She warned, pressing a kiss to his lips.

"I'm going to go dance, I'll be back in a little bit!" Stepping out of his embrace, the young woman ran off into the crowd. A sigh of relief escaped Nanami's lips when she was out of sight, he felt bad for lying to her but it'd be alright as long as she didn't know that he wanted to bang another woman, right..? It wasn't like he was going to act upon his impure thoughts.

"Excuse me, can I sit next to you?" The man looked up, slightly panicking when he realized the woman he was checking out was suddenly in front of him. "Oh, yes." He replied dryly, feeling as though his heart would pop out of his chest at any moment now. Smiling at him, you sat down on the bar stool right besides the blonde man. Fuck, fuck, fuck. What the hell was he supposed to do? Should he start a conversation or just let you drink in peace?

"Aaah, I feel so sweaty after dancing for so long." You whined, fanning yourself with your hands. Kento turned his attention to you, grabbing his soda can in order to have something to fidget with while speaking to you. "Yeah, I saw you dancing for awhile." He said, swirling the cola around in it's can. A small grin slowly formed on your lips, one that didn't go unnoticed by the stoic man. "Are you here alone," scooting your stool closer to the man, "or did you come here with someone?"

Nanami stiffened when he heard your question, refusing to make eye contact with you out of nervousness. "Oh—" he struggled to find the right words, "I came here with a friend." Shit. Did he really just say that? Why did he lie? He loved his girlfriend dearly, so why was a tent pitched in his pants after seeing another woman? "Mmm, that's perfect." You stated, sitting up from your stool and inching closer to the bulky man until your breast were pressed up against his muscular arms. "Why don't we get out of here and have some fun?" You asked coyly, batting your eyelashes at him.

Kento's breathing halted for a moment, thrown off guard after hearing you ask the question. Finally, he looked up and met your eyes. He could've sworn he saw your eyes twinkle, now that he had the perfect view of you; he took in all your beauty. "Yeah, I'd like that.." His voice trailed off.

Grasping his hand, you pulled him off his seat and lead him out of the club— eventually leading him into a decently private alley. Your lips automatically connected to his, desperate for a taste of the handsome man. "Shit.. you're so pretty," Nanami broke the kiss, "I couldn't keep my eyes off of you when you were dancing." Your hands roamed his muscular chest, feeling up his muscle through his unwrinkled dress shirt. "I know, I saw how you looked at me when I was dancing. I couldn't resist you, even if you do have a girlfriend." Kento froze, eyes widening after hearing what you said.

A small giggle escaped your lips, "Don't worry, I don't mind. This can be our little secret." Peering up at him through your eyelashes, you placed a couple of kisses on his collarbones. Snaking his arms around your waist, Nanami brushed off all his worries. "She doesn't have to know about this, I doubt she'd let me share a man like you anyways." Trailing your pointer finger down his body, you stopped the finger when it reached the bulge in his pants; tracing circles on it.

A groan fell from Nanami's lips, this felt so wrong but so right at the same damn time. "I could see the way you wanted me. In the back of your mind, you know you want to fuck me— right?" The man replied his a clear "yes." Hiking your dress up a bit, you slipped off your panties and placed them in the palm of his hands; smiling at him with such a mischievous look on your face.

Nanami didn't know what came over him but he opened the panties you were just wearing and admired the pool of wetness in the crotch of it, kitten licking a small stripe over top the slick. You tasted amazing. There was no way you weren't a vixen, you knew just how to make his heart beat like he had just ran a marathon.

Sitting on your knees, you unbuckled his belt; pulling down his slacks and boxers. His cock sprung out, hitting his stomach once before standing up. "Oh, shit. I knew it, your dick is massive." You said in awe, admiring the long organ and the veins that trailed up it. Tucking a few strands of hair behind your ear, you stuck out your tongue and swirled the tip of the large cock in front of you.

"S-shit!" Unintentionally, Kento bucked his hips forward at the pleasurable feeling. Removing your hands from your lap, you wrapped one hand around the man's brawny thigh and used the other one to gently squeeze his balls.

"Sho tasty.." You muttered, placing a few kisses up and down his cock. Taking a deep breath, you quickly pushed his dick further down your throat; causing the man to groan. You paused for a moment before pushing the organ further down your throat, not stopping until your nose touched his neatly-trimmed pubic hair. "Aghh," Nanami groaned in pleasure, watching in disbelief that you just casually deep throated him.

You hummed, sending vibrations down the cock. Quickly removing your mouth from his penis when you struggled to breathe, the two of you admired how strands of your saliva connected your mouth and his cock. "It's almost too big for me to even take, I wonder how it'll fit in my pussy.." You said aloud, causing a deeper blush to settle on the man's cheeks.

Nanami pulled your hair into a makeshift ponytail, keeping your hair out of your face while you gave him the sloppiest head he had ever received before. Opening your mouth, you repeated your actions; but this time never removing your mouth from the long organ. You watched how different actions effected the blonde man, quickly figuring out that his tip was the most sensitive and that he liked it when you swirled your tongue all over his dick.

Within just a few minutes, you had the man's hips jittering as he shoved your head all the way down his shaft and splurt his salty semen all over your tongue. Kento quickly let go of your head when he realized that you were most likely struggling with breath. "Haa.. sorry, it felt so good I couldn't h-help myself." The man struggled to catch his breath after such an intense orgasm.

Sticking out your tongue, you showed him how his cum decorated your pink tongue. Everything about you was perfect, you knew just how to please him. You swallowed all of his semen; loving the salty taste. "Thank you for the meal!" You said, placing one last kiss on his tip before you stood up.

"Look at him," you said, placing more attention on the man's boner, "he's still excited, I guess my mouth wasn't enough, huh?" Kento profusely nodded, he was so far in by now that he completely forgot about his girlfriend. She would probably be looking for him by now, she could wait though.

Kento hoisted you up, you wrapped your legs around his waist and snaked your arms around his neck. He aligned his raw cock with your sopping-wet pussy, the tip nudged at your folds. You braced yourself for the stretch, preparing for the burning sensation.

No amount of preparation could prepare you for the way he stretched your cunt out, barely fitting all the way inside of you. "O-oh, holy fuck.. ah." You moaned, waiting for the man to begin moving. "You ready?" He asked, only moving when you nodded. Nanami gave both of your asscheeks a gentle squeeze before he began rocking his hips into you.

You couldn't believe how massive he was, it was almost too much for you to take. Burying your head into the crook of his neck, you mumbled, "Don't 'chu wish your girlfriend was h-haaa-hot like me? I- ah, I could treat you better th-an her."

Your words only spurred him to begun thrusting into you faster. "W-haa do you say? Leave— oh, fuck! Her f'me.." You whispered into his ear.

Kento knew he shouldn't accept your offer, but the way your pussy was milking him was definitely influencing his answer. "Yes.. anghh, how could I say no t' you?" He could feel your smile against his skin. "Ah.. nghhh; I'm close." Your nails dug into his skin, crescent-shaped marks being left behind as you did so.

Nanami couldn't help but admire your cute moans and whimpers, everything about you was so unbelievably perfect.

A particularly load groan came from the man, his abs clenched and his knees almost completely buckled; signaling his orgasm.

"She prob-ah-ably doesn't let you hit it raw, huh? She, shit, she seems so boooring.." Unable to contain your moans, your sentences were continuously cut off by your noises of pleasure.

"You're right, baby." Kento replied, it was like he was in a trance. All he could think about was you, you, you. He didn't even realize that just a few feet away was his girlfriend, watching in horror as another woman had sex with her man.

"Cum on my cock, baby.." With a loud gasp, your squirted all over his dick. Once your high completely washed over you, you winked at the woman and blew a kiss towards her before shooing her away with a motion of your hand, but she couldn't move. It was like she was paralyzed, watching some fucked up scene.

The man squeezed your asscheeks much harder this time, burying and pounding his seed into your cunt. Sweat glistened over both of your bodies, your orgasm so nice that your eyes became glossy. The man stopped, staying still for a moment; plugging up his cum inside of you before slowly letting you down and pulling out.

You didn't say a word as you watched his girlfriend finally run away, only smiling to yourself— at this point, you knew he was yours now. Pulling down your dress, the man was about to offer you your panties back when you pushed the hand that held them back. "Think of it as a gift," you said bashfully, "you know, a little gift now that we're dating." He laughed, "I'm so glad I left with you."

You bent down, helping him get properly dressed. "My name is Y/N, we probably should've introduced ourselves properly before fucking," you giggled, "it was like love at first sight."

"You can call me Kento." Nanami replied, fixing a few strands of your hair. "Promise me you'll break up with that girl. See, I know she loves you, I understand; but we're just a better match." He placed a gentle kiss on your lips, a look of love clouding his eyes. You were definitely a vixen.

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dollyyyhouse · 4 months

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Bark Like you Want it

CW: Smut below the cut! The work below is all fictional. P in V, rough sex, hitting (like once), mentions of reader and Gojo meeting in a bar, reader and Gojo are switches, reader humiliates Gojo a lot at the beginning. Reader is AFAB.

Author's note: I'm alive, I swear I'm not dead yet. Feel free to give constructive criticism. Inspired by Sir-Mix-A-Lot's Bark Like you Want it song lmfao (mutuals if you see this, no you didn't ☠️)

Never once in his life did Satoru expect to be in a position like this. How could THE Satoru Gojo be at the mercy of some random woman he just met at the club a hour ago? As much as he wanted to be in the control, he couldn't deny the pleasure he felt from being under your control.

"You look so cute, like an angry little doggy." Staring down at the man on his hands and knees, you flashed him a cocky smile. A mixture of anger, humiliation and lust filled the man's deep blue eyes, only adding to the pool in your panties. "Does this doggy want a treat? Hm?" You cocked your head to the side and slightly bent down to meet his eyes; waiting for his response. Satoru couldn't handle the humiliation he was feeling, it drove him crazy— but why was he so horny at the same time? He couldn't help but imagine the "treat" you offered, perhaps you'd let him eat your pussy out? Or maybe you'd even let him fuck you?

Satoru opened his mouth to speak, but nothing came out. He was at a loss for words, he wanted to say yes but he also wanted to hold onto his pride and ego. Snapping your fingers, you brought him back to reality. "What a pain, I really wanted to give you a treat. Such a shame that you're a bit slow." Your insults only made the man's third leg throb harder, causing him to pitch a very obvious tent. Blood was rushing to his cock and he couldn't think about anything else besides letting you fuck him.

"Yes! I want your treat!" Tossing aside his pride and ego, the white-haired man finally admitted his true feelings. Your eyes lit up, feeling excited in various ways. "Perfect!" You were practically beaming with glee. Reaching into your bra, you pulled out the condom packet that was hidden in your bust. Just as you were about to rip open the packet, Satoru grasped onto your thighs with both of his hands— resulting in a harsh kick straight to his abdomen. He fell straight onto his back, groaning in pain— he would definitely leave with a bruise after that one.

You clicked your tongue, "Good dogs don't jump onto their owners like that." Glaring at the man on the floor one last time for the time being, you opened the condom packet and pulled out the rubber from it's packaging. You walked closer to Satoru, placing a foot on his chest and making direct eye contact with him. "If you put this on quickly," you said as you held up the condom, "I'll make sure to let you have all the fun you want." A bright pink blush settled on Gojo's face, the tent in his pants only growing.

Removing your foot from his chest, you watched as he rushed to unbuckle his pants and pull down his underwear waistband, slightly fumbling to put the condom over his penis. Once he had it on all the way, you pet his head and bent down to give him a kiss on his forehead— stripping yourself of your clothes after. Quickly tugging off Satoru's shirt, you signaled at him to sit at the edge of the hotel bed. At this point, Satoru's mind completely blanked— all he could think about was fucking you. He threw away all his pride the moment he let you degrade him and treat him as though he were a dog.

Straddling his waist, you lined up his large cock with your pussy; slowly sinking down on the limb. Gojo let out a soft gasp, basking in the little pleasure he got from just that simple action alone. "Fuck... I feel like I'm being impaled, give me a moment, please.." You hissed, shocked at how his size felt. You probably should've prepared better for this, but what could you say for yourself? You were honestly so horny and doing foreplay would've only made you more impatient.

Gojo pressed down on your abdomen where his cock was buried deep within you; admiring how he could see the outline of his large cock. "Fuck!" You yelled, your hips bucking forward at the sudden pleasurable feeling. "I can't take it anymore, please, please, please fuck me." You cried out, clawing at Satoru's muscular chest.

Satoru went silent for a moment, a smirk formed on his face before he lifted you by your waist and threw you onto the bed, landing on your back. "I was surprised at how you completely toyed around with me, I had fun but I think it's time for me to give you a taste of your own medicine." He stood up, and quickly removed the rest of his clothing before he turned his attention back to you. A dumb smile was plastered onto his face as he hovered above you, grabbing you by your hair and bringing your face's closer together. Hissing in pain at the sudden force, you clawed at his chest; leaving behind bright red marks. "You kinda remind me of a cat, they say opposites attract." Satoru laughed in your face, clearly enjoying his current position. "Be glad I let you have this moment, doggy." You chimed back at the muscular man.

Without a warning, he flipped you onto your stomach and shoved your head into the mattress. "Mmphhh!" Struggling to breathe for a second, you twisted your head to the side for air— relief automatically washing over you the moment you could breathe. Your relief was short lived though, you felt a dip on both side's of the bed and a firm pressure press against your head. Attempting to lift your head up, Satoru applied more pressure with the foot he had on the side of your head in order to keep you in the position.

He positioned himself in a way where he could hit your deepest spots, making sure he could kiss your cervix with the tip of his penis. "Lift your butt up a little bit." Satoru demanded, to which you automatically did it. "Hurry up and fuck me, I can't wait anymoreee!" You whined, receiving a chuckle from Satoru.

Lining his cock up at your entrance, he slammed his hips into the fat of your ass. "Oh my god— w-wait a second!" You gasped, feeling so full. "I thought you wanted me to hurry up and fuck you? I'm only doing what you said." He quickly thrusted into you, not stopping despite your pleas for him to slow down. "F-fuck, you're so condescending." You managed to mumble somehow despite your mind instantly going blank from how good Satoru's cock felt inside of you.

A puddle of drool formed on the mattress because of you, you tried to keep your saliva inside of your mouth but you couldn't help but salivate at the amazing feeling of getting your pussy pounded from behind. It felt too amazing, maybe you should've let Satoru take initiative from the beginning.

You could hear Satoru's breathy moans and groans from behind you, admiring how beautiful he sounded. Snaking your hand behind your back, you signaled for the man to lace his fingers with yours— which he automatically did. "Shiiit, your pussy feels so good. I would kill just to fuck your cunt every day." You whimpered in response to his erotic words, feeling yourself swoon for the man. You could swear you were seeing stars when he hit in just the right spot, each time he hit that sensitive spot— it felt as though he was knocking the air out of you for a moment.

"Aah, shit. I a-almost forgot about her.." Satoru muttered, using his freehand to rub your clit with an intense amount of pressure. "Oh, my god. Oh, my god!" You cried out, unable to hold back your filthy moans. "Mmmghh, feels so good, Sssatoruu." When the handsome man approached you at the bar, you knew you were going to spend a night with him, you just didn't expect him to be so good at fucking.

A fat tear slipped from your eye, the sheer pleasure of it all brought you to tears. Your tear didn't go unnoticed by the cocky man, "Fuck, I'm f-fucking you so good, aren't I?" Nodding your head profusely, you gave up at trying to put up a fight with him when you knew you were at his mercy now.

Tears continued to fall from your eyes, and more lewd noises filled the room as the two of you continued. Your hips jittered and you could feel a knot growing in your stomach; threatening to snap at any moment. "Oh, my goddd.. I- ah, 'm gonna cum, 'toru!" You warned, squeezing his hand harshly. Satoru's dick only grew harder when he heard your new and sudden nickname for him. "Ah, fuck— m-me too, babe." Once again, he used his foot to shove your head into the mattress, using the leverage to hit even harder.

Incoherent babbles escaped your lips, you struggled to ground yourself as you felt your impending orgasm wash over you. "Nghhh!" Letting out a loud moan, the clear and slick juices sprayed from your cunt; wetting the bed, as well as Gojo's hand that was still rubbing your sensitive nub. The man chased his own orgasm, fucking you like he'd die if he didn't. A slew of curse words and groans coming from the white-haired man as he came into the condom you had him wear earlier.

It felt like the entire world stopped for a moment, your exhaustion was finally taking over you as Satoru pulled out. You struggled to catch your breath but somehow, Satoru didn't seem too effected by how hard he just railed you. He could only bask in the afterglow of his orgasm, looking even more handsome than earlier with his white strands of hair sticking to his forehead and he muscles flexing.

Gojo let go of you and flopped down beside you, meeting your swollen eyes. "Did I do well?" He asked, almost seeming a bit nervous. "I.. I've never been fucked as good as that." You replied, to which a silly smile formed on the man's face. "I knew you'd say that, I'm amazing at everything I do." He boasted, receiving a smack on his chest in return from you. "Ow!"

"So... round two?" Gojo asked, to which you could only stare at him in awe.

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dollyyyhouse · 1 year

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𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐁𝐮𝐦𝐩 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐍𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭

An AU where the demons involved in the exchange student program have always plotted to sacrifice the humans in the program.

This is an edit! I'm adding some content warning because I originally forgot to add some :}

CW: Mentions and descriptions of violence, mostly a horror AU!

Poor sleep habits were common, nothing unusual for people like yourself, but ever since your arrival in the Devildom; sleeping peacefully seemed like a thing of the past. You began to toss and turn in your sleep, night terrors of violent scenes, all of which involved YOU playing the poor and helpless victim flooded your dreams, and those few seconds you faded in and out of sleep— you could hear ghastly cries for help to YOU and ineligible mumbling in your ear. Perhaps it was your mind playing tricks on you?

No. You swore it wasn't, the Avatars of Hell even explained the story behind the House of Lamentation. The macabre and brutal murders that took place and how poltergeist roamed the halls in search of either revenge or rest— for all you knew, you might have stood in the exact same place as a victim during the attacks! Were the same entities that had died in the murders the ones whispering and crying out for help to you?

Some nights, all you could do was helplessly lay in your bed, praying for a sun that would never come out. Oh, how you wished to see the light of day during those lonely nights. All you could do was find beauty in the little things; and that's exactly what you did.

One evening, you confided in the second eldest brother, Mammon, about your fears of living in the house, along with your night terrors. "Huh? What are ya' yapping about, human?" Mammon looked at you in a funny way, as if you were some weirdo. "Uh, well, I don't know," you let out an awkward laugh, "I guess it's just my imagination that's making me feel uneasy. You did explain that all sorts of ghost and ghouls exist in the Devildom." The demon laughed, "Aha! The Great Mammon is always right!"

"I told ya', stop freaking out over no big deal, not like anything can hurt you with me watchin' over ya'!" Mammon slung his arm over your shoulder, keeping you close, almost too close. It was like he always wanted to have power over you. Even if he didn't boast about it outright— Mammon, along with all of his brothers and the others involved in the exchange student program, were one step ahead of you. "Those dumb little ghost can't do anything. All they do is whine and groan about the past, just don't talk to them. " Little by little, you tuned Mammon out. You originally didn't mean to, you had just fallen down a rabbit hole of thoughts. When you realized he was still complaining about 'this' and 'that', you just grew tired of listening to the greedy man speak.

You parted ways from the demon, using the excuse of wanting to wash up and have some alone time in the bathroom. Truth be told, Mammon's words didn't soothe you at all. His statement about how the ghost only ever "complain about the past" struck a nerve with you, how could they not? Majority of them died pitiful deaths and were cursed to roam a house with a tainted reputation.

So, here you were. Fresh out of the bath, brushing your teeth and planning on heading to bed soon after. You spit out the left over toothpaste, glancing at your reflection in the foggy mirror before looking down into the sink, you resumed brushing, catching another glimpse of yourself in the mirror. You spit again, in the upper corner of your eye, you see a young girl in a tattered and bloody nightgown, you go to grab a cup — wait what?

Flipping around, you see no one. "Holy shit.. I need to get a grip of myself!" You mumble. Turning back to the mirror, a message appeared to form in the foggy and damp mirror. "Run." You weren't sure if that was the message intended, the writing looked as if a child had written it in a rush. Deep down, you prayed it was just a young poltergeist playing tricks on you, maybe the kid had eavesdropped on your conversation with Mammon?

You discarded your towels on the bathroom counter, hurrying over to your closet to dig for pajamas before someone saw you naked. Once you grabbed a nightgown, you quickly threw it on and jumped into bed— hoping that you could fall asleep before the monsters came out to play.

It truly seemed like everyone and everything around you was always one step ahead of you. When you shifted in your bed, you were met with a pair of eyes only displaying a mortified expression. When you blinked, they were gone. Retreating under the blanket, you curled up and made sure the blanket was properly tucked underneath you and that not even a toe would be seen; only allowing a small pocket of air for your nose. "I feel too much like a scared child right now, damn it, it's so stuffy underneath this stupid blanket!" Shutting your eyes, a pout formed on your lips and your brows furrowed.

The security of the blanket seemed to help you, because just a few moments later, you were slowly falling into sleep, but conscious enough that even a creak of a door would alert you. Usually the night terrors would wait until you were in a deep sleep to begin; but this time they begun early.

Your thoughts were hazy, you could barely keep up with the dialogue running through your dream, but familiar figures lurked throughout the dream.

"Stop this! Please! I thought I could trust you!" Those words fell from your lips, only to fall upon deaf ears. Your body moved on it's own, as much as it possibly could with the ropes holding your body into the shape of a star. "Barbatos, is everyone ready to begin our precious exchange student's graduation ceremony?" A grand voice spoke, the owner of the voice was all too familiar, along with the name he mentioned. Nothing made sense, but neither did the 8 other hooded figures surrounding you. All of the demons began to chant an unknowing curse, the man who spoke first stood beside you, wielding a large knife. "No, no, no, no, no! Stop, I did everything I was supposed to! I thought you were meant to keep the human exchange student alive no matter what!—" In a swift motion, the tall figure stabbed you in the chest, twisting and forming a shape in your lower chest to upper gut.

And just like that, you woke up and recollected all the other scenes in your night terrors. All had similar dialogue and the same hooded figures, almost everything was the exact same, besides a few scenes where your restraints broke loose due to "your" thrashing. The nightmares weren't of you, instead, you were only a replacement for the past exchange student who suffered a fate you were soon also going to suffer.

The poltergeist around you were only trying to warn you. The demons you thought of as friends were the hooded figures of the dreams! How could you be so stupid to trust a demon, let alone 9 demons?! Your heart race increased, it seemed like at any moment your heart would just bounce out of your chest and run away!

It all made sense, the highest ranking demons of Devildom were always PLENTY of steps ahead of you. You didn't know when, but soon, you were going to be betrayed and slaughtered.

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dollyyyhouse · 1 year

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obeyme but instead of mc being a responsable adult lucifer just accidentally picks a random 14 year old 💀

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dollyyyhouse · 1 year

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THE NEW OBEY ME ANNOUNCEMENTS OH MY GOD⁉️⁉️⁉️⁉️ SOLMARE HAS EVERYONE IN A FUCKING CHOKEHOLD WITH THE NIGHTBRINGER ANNOUNCEMENT ☠️

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dollyyyhouse · 1 year

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Belladonna of Sadness

An AU where MC is a disciple of God <3 Mostly angst fanfic with the tiniest bit of smut!! ^^ MC is gender neutral!

CW : Mentions of corruption and abuse in the church! Heavily inspired from Belladonna of Sadness, I advise you to watch it since it is a beautiful movie but be aware of it's content warnings!

"A sky painted amethyst, filled with stars that imitate little fish"; that was how the priest you came across described this so called "heaven". Perhaps to a child, heaven appeared to be a simple concept, and maybe even as if it were an apple on a tree; something they would reach once they learned to climb.

You knew it was nothing like that. Nothing was that simple. You did everything they said for years, yet it seemed like the divine deities above doomed you to purgatory. You followed the word of the Bible, you followed the word of the priest, you repented — what more would they want? What had you done in your past life to deserve such a cruel life?

Questions plagued your mind, questions of this so called "heaven" you devoted most of your life to. At times, it felt like priest only ever used the Bible to their advantage. They preach purity, yet destroy the purity of those around them. They get what they want, and they never want it again.

But, it wasn't like you could just leave the church. You knew nothing of the outside world, all you were good for was your body and prays; said the priest. So, all you could do was fantasize of the world you saw everyday yet knew nothing about. Was it really as evil as the priest and nuns described? To sin was to commit the upmost atrocious crime one could ever do according to the church, but... It wasn't like that would stop you from dreaming of such.

To take pride in yourself, to be selfish for once, to envy someone, to release the anger held in, to make love with one another, to indulge in an abundance of food, and to allow yourself to rest just a little more— what was so bad about that? You wanted to indulge in all of those oh-so-much! Most of all, you wanted to indulge in the lewd acts you'd sometimes hear the younger nuns whispering about.

So, when a man you can only describe as beautiful — no, inhumanly beautiful, suddenly appeared in your dreams and set your heart on fire, you yearned for more. His strawberry blonde hair and glistening eyes, soft hands and slender legs — it seemed like you could recall everything about his physique.

Your heart ached for him, you didn't know if it was love or lust. In the dreamworld, he told you that the two of you would meet again— but you chalked it up to a raunchy dream. No more, no less.

So, on that day, when a slim finger suddenly tapped your shoulder whilst you were praying, never in your wildest dreams would you imagine HE would suddenly appear before you. "I hope I'm not interrupting you," said a soft voice, "I just happened to notice how beautiful you were!" Quickly bowing your head to the crucifix, you turned around to see a man. At first, he appeared blonde due to the fact the sun was drowning him in light, but once your eyes adjusted— his strawberry locks became more noticeable, along with the rest of his face.

"Ah.. don't worry, you caught me right as I finished my prayers." The man... He looked just like the one in your dreams, you suddenly felt that sweet, burning sensation in your chest again. Unable to control the pink tinting the tips of your ears and cheeks, you dug for the handkerchief that was supposed to be in your pocket. Realizing it was no longer there, you quickly scanned the floor.

The man giggled before speaking, "Oh my! Did you lose this?" The strawberry blonde dangled your handkerchief, you quickly grabbed it from him and thanked him. "Thank you for finding this, I apologize for making you have to pick it up in the first place." Before this, you never realized how awkward of a person you were. You didn't have to socialize too much, and you absolutely did not know how to flirt.

The man brushed your cheek with his hand, seemingly admiring your face before tilting your chin upwards to directly meet his gaze. A soft moan slipped past your lips, one of pleasure yet embarrassment. His touch alone set your heart ablaze. "What's your name, Dear?" Regaining the control of your thoughts, you weakly told him your name. "What a beautiful name for a beautiful person! Do you wish to know mine? It'd be lovely to hear you moan it."

His statement caught you off guard, both because of it's sexual innuendo and because you found it rather funny, in a cute way of course. "Yes, I would love to know your name! I'm sure it's just as beautiful as you are!" He traced the outline of your body ever so lightly, his touch was ticklish and caused you to develop small goosebumps. He moved closer, wrapping you in his embrace before whispering something in your ear, "Asmodeus."

"Asmodeus..? Asmodeus." For a moment, it seemed like your brain didn't make the connection to your train of thoughts, but after a second; it clicked. Asmodeus, the Avatar of Lust, once known as the Heavenly Virtue of Chastity. Why.. Why was a man like this in your dreams?! Why was he in the church!? Wrapping your arms around his neck, and burying your face in his neck, you took your turn to speak, "W-Why are you here..? Why were you in my dreams, and why are you in this church?" Asmodeus giggled, this time it seemed a bit more... sinister. "I've watched you for weeks now, I see how you toss and turn in your sleep, and how you moan my name in your dreams. I know that you yearn for sex, and even a look into the outside world. " Ah.. if the priest and nuns got word of this, you'd be crucified!

"What do you want from me?" You were blunt about it, you didn't have much more to say. "The real question is, what do YOU want from ME?" Removing your face from the crook of his neck, you looked up to admire Asmodeus' features. Soft lips, clean skin.. It was hard to not get lost admiring his features. "You know what I want! D-don't make me say it if you already know! I don't know what you are.. and frankly speaking, I feel like my heart is gonna burst out of my chest!" He giggled once again, "You're so cute when you're all riled up like that, I know what you lust for and so do you... so, why don't you just indulge in this moment?"

Asmodeus unzipped your dress, and you allowed it to slide down your body. You dreamed of this moment for what seems like eternity, not wanting to miss out on it— you allowed the demon to remove your undergarments. Asmodeus placed you on the pastor's pulpit, facing you towards the main entrance that was wide open.

You knew where this was going, and you only found pleasure in it. To make love with someone, to see each other in such a vulnerable state.. it was beautiful for you. You knew it was wrong, you turned your back on the gods.. but sometimes, you couldn't help but wonder if they had already turned their back on you.

You accept your fate. Even if you couldn't make it to the gates of heaven, at least you could cherish the memories you made while in your personal purgatory. Why was it so wrong to lust? Why did the church seem to only ever forgive the pastors and priest despite their heinous sins? Why had they hid such lovely feelings?!

Sitting there, still naked while hiding behind the pulpit; you clung onto your clothing. Legs still shaky, and beads of sweat still covering you. The demon was nowhere in sight, was lust supposed to make you so sad? Unsure of whether you yearned for sex, or his love, you began to cry out of frustration. But, you had made up your mind already — you were going to abandon your seraphims in search of a new life; one that would fulfill you. No more corruption hidden by the church, just you discovering what the church so desperately hid from you all these years; in memory of your dance with Asmodeus.

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I absolutely can not decide if I wanna comeback with a smut or angst fic... Or maybe both? 😈 Is Yuna gonna comeback with Obey me angst, or smut for another fandom? Nobody knows!!! (I'm losing my sanity)

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Hiii hi, I'm back ^^ my uploading schedule has been shit but oh welllll, this fanfic is based off my previous draft of like an AU where MC is the other woman (or person)

Cheater! Asmo AU, Rejected!MC AU+One Sided Love(Genuinely don't know what to call this) Basically MC loves Asmo but he has a partner, they still sleep together though.

There aren't any spoilers in this, just a small CW for a sex scene (details aren't really given) and infidelity on behalf of MC and Asmo!

A bitch, a slut, a tramp, a whore— things you've heard before. Eventually, the insults stopped hurting; you played into their words. "If they think I'm a whore, maybe I should just show them how much of a whore I can be!" To you, it felt like a way of reclaiming the insults. Sex with countless of strangers, purposely teasing people who irritated you, and even sleeping with people who you knew had lovers.

You were always in some sort of trouble, either at work or in school. It seemed like truly no one had respect for you, why would they? You purposely slept with their lovers just to get back at them, it was cruel. You knew it was.

So when you were teleported to Devildom, it seemed like your past was behind you. But you couldn't just change your ways so easily, your anger for those who tormented you was always going to be there. You were never in control, it just seemed like you were because you were so angry. Desperate for love, desperate to be accepted, and desperate to be comforted.

Growing close with Asmodeus was pleasant for you, he was usually open about his intentions and didn't shame you for being sexually active. Platonic interactions turned to sexual interactions, and it was as simple as that— at least for the lusty demon. You couldn't help but want more, you silently prayed for romance with him. A touch so delicate, and a kiss so passionate it made your heart nearly pop out of your chest.

Deep down you knew you could never be the one for him though, he was a powerful demon who lived for centuries— you were just another chapter in his life that he would skip past. So when she showed up, it felt like a jab to the heart and ego. Her, a low rank demon, had won over Asmodeus. She was nothing special, that was what confused you the most. It was rare for a human to walk in Devildom, let alone have such close ties to the Avatars of Hell. How could you let such a man slip from your grasp?

You didn't let her get in the way though, you continued your "kiss and cry" routine with Asmodeus. Sneaking kisses when backs were turned, and making love with him when the lights were off. Kiss when you were with him, and cry when you were by yourself— a self explanatory name at the least.

And that's how you ended up here; underneath the lusty demon. Wrapping your hands around Asmo's neck, slipping a few soft moans and gasps. "Oh Asmo," the demon smiled at you, "I love you." You continued. The demon giggled, "I love hearing you s-say.. ha... that!" Asmo spoke with a soft tone, his eyes lit up as soon as you heard him say that.

But, why didn't he say it back? He seemed happy about you confessing your love for him, did he not return his feelings..? "Asmodeus, w-wha..t.. do you see in that demon?" You asked. He slowed his pace, still thrusting into you and kissing your neck. "Haf.." The demon let out a breathy moan before speaking, "She's l-lovely, isn't she, MC?" It felt like Asmo purposely plunged a knife into your heart. "She's so.. so, elegant! ~ And soft spoken." A twist with the knife, were you not either of those?

No words could come from your lips, only an "ah" which sounded more like reassurance instead of a moan. With stinging eyes and shallow breaths, the sex Asmodeus and you were having suddenly seemed unenjoyable. You regretted asking him what he thought of his lover, what were you expecting in the first place? For him to tell you he hated her? He would never say that, if he had an issue with the demon he would've said so to her face long ago.

Sitting up, you moved towards the edge of the bed; Asmo fell to the mattress, looking at you with a shocked expression. "MC? Is everything okay?" Taking a deep breath, you shut your eyes as tight as possible— pushing against them with force in hopes it would subdue the tears that threatened to fall. "Asmo, why are we doing this?" A "what" came from behind you, the demon shuffled around on the bed, scooting closer to you.

"What are you talking about, MC?" You couldn't help but scoff, "The cheating! The cheating, okay!" The words slipped from your mouth, you felt angry and hurt— you were sure she would too if she found out what her boyfriend and you were doing in the bed. "Hm? What are you talking about?"

"Please, don't play dumb!" Standing up, you grabbed your clothing and hurriedly put them on. "I'm just having fun with you, MC. Can't I show my love to you too?" He smiled, as if he had done nothing wrong. "How come you never say you love me then?! We only ever have sex, do you call infidelity and sex "love"?! You stomped your feet, looking pathetic like always. Your "kiss and cry" routine was like hell, literally. It had affected you so much, you spent so much of the nights weeping that your eyes were always puffy and swollen. Your skin looked duller than usual, there wasn't an exact glow to it— sometimes you think there never was a glow to it in the first place.

You knew you were beautiful, but you didn't feel like it in moments like these. Sure, Asmo's lover could be a bit irritating and whiney to you at times— and plain rude but, did she really deserve this? A few bad interactions had warranted this? You were the problem.

"Hm? What are you talking about, sex is a form of love, Dear!" You screamed at him, "This isn't love, Asmodeus!" He always did this, he knew he was your weak-spot, so he played dumb with you. Tears began to flow from your eyes, your nose was suddenly runny and your lips felt painfully dry yet sticky. "Oh, I can't do this any-fucking-more! You don't love me, and you aren't showing her proper love!" And with that, you stormed out of his room, but not without glancing at him first; he was too shocked to speak.

With messy hair, and a blouse that was fully unbuttoned, revealing your lingerie underneath, you ran through the halls of the House of Lamentation. Ashamed and embarrassed— how could you do something so cruel? How could you fall in love with a man who never loved you in the first place?

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dollyyyhouse · 2 years

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Omgggg it's been awhile since I last posted, I've been really busy lately and all that shit. But I finally had some motivation to make a draft! I'm still writing this one, I don't know how I want it to turn out but I kind of want it to steer away from clichès. If you have any ideas feel free to let me know 🎀

I made MC in this one to be sort of a bitch, I wanted to do a story where MC is like the mistress of one of the brother's but ends up not being the one he loves ^^

"Thump, thump, thump," it felt as if your heart was about to burst out of your chest. The thrill of your crime was addictive, like a sweet piece of candy— you wanted to fill yourself with the sweet feeling until you felt sick.

But you didn't feel sick.

You enjoyed your sinful indulgence, you came back to him for more and more. His touch, his bittersweet kiss.. past relationships couldn't compare to the one you shared with him. You didn't care that what you were doing was morally wrong, you wanted him and if this was the only way— so be it.

You couldn't seen to care that if his true lover found out, the blame would be pinned onto you. Bad blood had already been brewing since the day you and her met, so what if you were deceitful? Your happiness was at stake.

LUCIFER :

The handsome demon next to you rushed to dress himself, your clothes were sprawled on the floor; the only thing covering you were his bedsheets. "MC, she's going to be back soon, I'd recommend you get dressed and head back to your room." Lucifer grabbed your blouse that was on the floor, dusting it off and straightening it out ever-so-slightly before setting it down next to you. "Mmmmmghhh, your bed is so comfy though!" You closed your eyes and began mimicking snoring, peaking open an eye to see Lucifer smiling at you.

"Oh fine! I'll get dressed," you admitted your defeat, "it's just when you look at me like that— my heart swoons!" The two of you hurriedly put your clothing back on, "We'll continue later, she's going out to shop with Asmodeus. I love you." You bid him a goodbye with a quiet "I love you" on your way out, merrily skipping down the halls of the House of Lamentation.

It was true, you were Lucifer's mistress. You didn't think of it as such though, Lucifer and you had already been flirting before she showed up, he was already yours— she just hadn't known. The scary feeling of worrying about being caught in the act was like a drug, it excited you to think about the sadness and shock that would consume her; you loved to see her cry. So what if you were a bitch? It wasn't like she was a saint either!

You still couldn't believe that the two of them were dating, you barely knew her from RAD. She was just another student that attended alongside you and the brothers, never really standing out. They suddenly hit it off together after she decided to help Lucifer with a stack of paper that fell from his desk— from there on the two of them grew closer. Though, an odd tension was always tying you and her together— she seemed rather envious of you at certain times. Blah blah blah, you didn't care all that much— you knew Lucifer loved you more.. or so you thought.

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I'M BACK?! YAAYY, sorry I've been gone so long 😭 I've been bit busy with school and family issues, but I'll try to post a bit more regularly!

Belphegor's Version of the Cheating! AU ♡

This does contain spoilers for lesson 16!!

Dim lighting surrounded your being, your head felt a familiar fuzzy feeling. It was one you experienced often, but lately, when you went to sleep, hoping you'd greet that fuzzy feeling again— it was nowhere to be found. It was like a child teasing you, appearing and bothering you whenever it felt like. This fuzzy feeling was just like that little child, you didn't mind it's appearance, you enjoyed it in fact. But when that fuzzy feeling stopped, you were left all alone surrounded by pitch black for what felt like a single moment; but when you opened your eyes for once you realized you'd been asleep for hours.

You knew the cause of these dreams, he'd greet you everynight in them, showing you all sorts of things that you often struggled to remember once you woke up. The two of you were basically joined at the hip, well, most of the time. You'd see him at the table for breakfast, you'd see him at school, you'd see him often, even in your dreams. Much to your surprise, the Avatar of Sloth stopped visiting you in both worlds. Belphegor, your adorned lover became distant quickly, often the only interaction you'd have together was a quick kiss before the two of you drifted off into a new world.

Usually you'd be happy to have this fuzzy feeling, it felt surreal. But this didn't feel like a sweet dream, instead it was like a nightmare— the child had pushed the teasing over the edge. With your heart thumping and poor vision, you made your way towards a door that was producing light from the inside, it was slightly cracked open much to your luck. With shaky hands, you held your breath for a moment and peeked into the room.

Not being able to tell what you were looking at, you cracked the door open just a tad bit more and finally accepted what you were looking at. A naked woman sat on a familiar purple bed, the only thing covering her breast and genitals was a cow print pillow, clinging onto it so tightly that you could see her lipstick smudge onto the pillow. Confusion struck you, this didn't look like the twin's usual bedroom, you were trapped in a long corridor that was completely empty, the walls and floors had changed too. The woman was unfamiliar, the only thing recognizable was the pillow and bed, but someone was missing.

Leaning in closer, in the corner of the room you saw him— standing in a dim corner of the room, but you could see his clothing, well, lack there of. He stood in only his underwear, he was mouthing words but you couldn't hear anything besides a fuzzy white noise. The demon approached the woman, the closer they became the more terrified you were. Just as their lips touched, you felt something wrap around your neck— too slow on your wits it dragged you down into the floor, the ceiling slowly becoming farther and farther as if purposely tormenting you.

You let out a gasp as you slightly disconnected yourself from your bed, your voice was hoarse and you had become sweaty while in such a deep sleep. The nightmare had slipped your mind for a second, but once you recollected your thoughts everything came back. The sight of Belphegor and the unknown woman kissing plagued your thoughts, throughout the day you couldn't seem to get the image of it out of your head.

When you saw him pass by the living room, you could tell there was definitely more to your dream. It wasn't a coincidence that now the two of you were more distant a nightmare of Belphegor's infidelity just happened to appear. Belphie could control dreams, you knew this, he knew you knew this. So, why did he make if appear in your dream out of nowhere? Was he trying to tell you something, or was something also plaguing his thoughts? If anything, Belphie was the type to keep his mistakes to himself, hoping no one would notice or care, the only time he was open about such a cruel action was when he had thrown your lifeless body at Lucifer's feet as a "fuck you" towards the eldest brother.

It wasn't like you knew where the sleepy demon disappeared to during the day, when you wandered around the House of Lamentation, all the brother's had an excuse or basically told you they knew nothing.

"I believe he is with Beel."

"Eh? Why would I know where he is?"

"Agh.. I'm busy with my game, go to the attic."

"Hm, sorry."

"Oh! ~ Maybe he's asleep somewhere!"

"He's not with me."

I mean, why would they know anything? Perhaps it was just your mind playing tricks on you, maybe he had watched a show similar to your nightmare and he was just obsorbed in it. A feeling stirred in your stomach though, you knew something was off— you headed to the twin's room in a rush.

The floorboards creaked under your steps as you rushed down the halls, once you found the door you swear you've never turned a door open that quickly. Not caring to look to see if either of them were in the room— you ran over to Belphegor's bed, throwing the blankets around until you had found the cow print pillow. Remembering the cruel dream and how the woman's lipstick stained the pillow, you looked around desperately in order to find a stain. At the very top of the pillow, bright red lipstick sat on the covers of it.

With unstable breathing and shaky footsteps, you dropped the pillow and ran to your bathroom. It felt like a struggle to even make it there, nothing was weighing you down yet you had ran like a baby dear who had finally learned to sprint. Clinging onto the walls, you made your way to the sink and began splashing cold water on your face in an attempt to wake yourself up, but the more you slapped your face and splashed water all over it, you only gained more and more consciousness. With a shaky voice, "No.. no, what the hell is happening?!", you screamed to yourself.

Drops of water fell onto the floor, even splashing the mirror you were looking into. Stomping your feet on the floor, you banged on the mirror, denting and even shattering pieces of it. Convincing yourself that you were in a deep sleep, you rushed over to the tub and turned it on— plugging the drain and failing to remove your garments.

Laying your head right under the faucet and allowing the water to fill the tub was your first mistake, had you not been in such an unstable mind state you would've just confronted Belphegor head on. Once the water had swallowed your body— a quiet lullaby began to play. It was him, Belphegor, recognizing his soft voice you called out to him as best as you could. "Bel.. ph.. phhhie." Maybe it truly all was a stupid dream, and maybe he was finally awaking you from your slumber. The tune continued, your body relaxed the more you could hear it, the only thing preventing you from falling asleep was the loud sound of running water. The demon only stopped his lullaby to speak a few words every now and then, "I didn't want you to see that you know.." , continuing on with his lullaby for a few more seconds. "I guess it has been on my mind lately, I wouldn't say I'm guilty but," , but what?

He kept repeating his actions, quickly lulling you to sleep. "I don't feel accomplished, I slept with her yet I don't feel different.. she didn't give me the same feeling you do." A choked scream came from your throat, your hands attempted to stop the faucet from drowning you any further but a pair of soft hands prevented you from doing so, slapping and pushing your hands back in. "You make me happy, but it's not enough." , kicking at the water as a way to pull yourself up, Belphegor wouldn't even let you cling onto the sides of the bathtub, he kept shooting down your attempts at escaping. Along with the sleepiness slowly consuming you, him keeping you under the water quickly made your head feel fuzzy.

Your head was pounding, sweet sleep was luring you towards it but you struggled to resist it's seducing nature. "I guess I've been feeling incomplete lately.. you know?" A cruel laugh escaped his lips, "All my other brother's are known for something, maybe it's because I was locked away from the rest of Devildom for so long, I still feel angry." The tap water blurred your vision, you could only make out purpleish hair and a fluffy tail swirling around.

"It's not towards you, MC, it's towards mainly my brother's and I. I envy how they lived such free lives while I was locked away for years, all I did was sleep. That's nothing special.. I love my brother's. You know that, I can't help but want to feel like them. I've been trying out all the things they love, eating.. gaming.. reading, and as you saw, sex." More screams escaped your lips, movements becoming more and more desperate. You were hanging on, struggling to keep yourself from fading off into a daze or sleep. Now that you realized the situation you were in, you didn't know what to do besides fight for your life an pray that someone would save you.

Everything felt abrupt, one moment the two of you were so lovey-dovey, and now, once again, he was trying to kill you. Why would he do this to you while you were in the tub?! He could easily lull you to sleep somewhere safe or even wait until you're asleep to continue on with whatever plan he had. "I love you, but I want to find myself." His lips curled into a sinister smile, managing to push out proper words, you spoke, "Why.. Argh.. you doing thiss! Hshgshh, hat's the po-int of killinghh me?!"

"I've already sinned, and now that you've witnessed it, I couldn't live with myself if I saw you in such heartbreak... and like this, I wouldn't have to worry about ignoring you and your questions. I'll move onto the next chapter of my life without you." No longer being able to tell if the water running from your eyes was the faucet water or your actual tears, you thrashed around in the tub, but Belphegor is stubborn. He shoved your head under, continuing his song, he didn't stop until your body went limp and he was sure you were lifeless.

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I'm back! I'm back! I'm baaackk! Sorry I've been gone so long, I kept telling myself to write but I'd get so lazy to do anything 😭 This is the third part of my previous fan-fictions! I hope you guys enjoy <3

Trigger warnings for mentions of suicide, please be careful!!!!

The bustling nightlife of the Devildom had continued like usual, it seemed like everyone had turned a blind eye to the death of the infamous human exchange student. It was always like this, with all the commotion you caused while living with the Avatars of Hell— you were constantly in some sort of issue. Rumors would spread like a wild fire, only to be forgotten days later, you knew that all the demons in Devildom saw you as nothing more than a pawn in a game or a troublesome fly.

You were tired of mimicking someone you never even knew, tired of spending hours trying to imitate everything about her, tired of never being able to express your true emotions, and tired of being tossed around like a useless ragdoll. Day by day, you could slowly yet surely feel yourself losing grip on the true reality of the situation you were in.

It felt like a sick joke when you suddenly awoke, laying on a random bench not too far from RAD. You quickly realized you were in the exact same state as before, but your dress was still in perfect condition; you couldn't see the resemblance that you and the fallen angel shared. It drove you insane, you no longer knew who you were. Are you MC? Lilith? Nothing felt real.

Being in Devildom already felt like madness, but after dying twice and becoming an eerie ghost; you could no longer tell the difference between a cruel nightmare or the bitter reality you often faced. When demons walked past you they could sense your gloomy presence but continued on with their day— hardly any of them could see you in the first place. You had nothing to do, you refused to go anywhere near the Demon Lord's Castle or the House of Lamentation, so you usually walked through alleyways; moaning and wailing like a little kid.

But one day, a simple conversation with a drunk demon had unintentionally caused you to spiral once again.

"Ghh.. quit your crying, it's a pain in the ass." Your usual routine was interrupted by a random demon who was very clearly intoxicated, you were shocked to see that someone finally heard your cries; every other demon tuned your moaning out and continued on with their day, they were all fed up with troublesome ghost.

"You can hear me..?" You tried to hide your tear-stained face with your hands but it was already too late, he had already acknowledged the entirety of your presence. "Of course I- hngh! Ugh.. can!" He clutched a bottle of Demonus in his hands as if it were gold, he seemed like the exact depiction of a drunk man that you imagined in your head— tired eyes, wobbly steps, and a shaky yet dramatic voice.

"I didn't think any demon would notice me.. I hardly have a presence." The demon let out a loud laugh, seeming oddly amused. "Those are some weak demonsss! I doubt they h.. have much magical abilities." When you heard the demon say that you couldn't help but think to yourself, that maybe what if you found a demon, or anyone with magical abilities they could help you out with the situation you were in. You had no clue how you were gonna approach this, you didn't study much in RAD so you didn't know if there was anything that could save your pitiful soul.

"Demon.. magical abiliti.. s!" The words the demon next to you went in through one ear and out the other— quickly losing focus on what the conversation was actually about when you were reminded of the day you successfully ended your life. A frown formed on your face as you thought of all of the possibilities, you weren't sure if your new plan was going to work but you had hope.

You were cursed to wear the same dress Lilith wore even after your death, you wanted to seperate yourself from her but knew you could never do it with anybody in the past inner circle. The angels, the demons and the wizard all knew about the fallen angel, when you were with them you could never go a minute without hearing her name. But you craved to disconnect yourself from her, hate grew inside of you the more you heard her name or even saw a photo of her.

When you looked to your side— where the demon was you noticed he was quickly dozing off. A sigh fell from your lips as you stood up, catching a glimpse of yourself in the reflection of the demonus bottle. "Do I remind you of a past angel..?" The words fell from your lips, you knew that all of the demons you'd ask that would most likely say no— and you yearned for that.

@0that-tired-writer @shan-jia-mo-li @lavendereii @xiaopleasecomehome

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dollyyyhouse · 2 years

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Hellooooo 👋

You haven’t updated/posted anything in a while, so I’m here to check up on you!I brought some warm milk and cookies! (Also gluten-free cookies! And almond milk just in case!)

🥛🍪🍪🍪

So…what’s going on :)

(Feel free to vent! Or just don’t reply, if you don’t want too! 😌)

Aaah I didn't think anyone would notice that I was posting 😭 this is so sweet of you, I've been doing alright recently! I keep telling myself I'm gonna post before the day ends but I end up doing nothing 🫠 I've just been lazy these last couple of weeks, but I promise I'll be posting again very soon! Probably twice as much <3

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dollyyyhouse · 2 years

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as someone who's mentally ill (LMFAO THIS IS SO FUNNY TO WRITE WTF) I love reading ur stories<3

Yeah a few of my little stories are similar to experiences I've gone through myself 😭 I also struggle with mental illness so I really wanted to make something that'll give people a lot of emotions. AAAA I DON'T KNOW HOW TO PHRASE IT BUT LIKE sad and angry but in an enjoyable way, like watching a horror or sad movie!

#obey me angst #obey me otome #obey me fanfic #angst #angst writing #tags for reach #angst prompt #fanfic writing #heavy angst

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dollyyyhouse · 2 years

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This is the part two of my previous post, please read it for more context ʚɞ

WHAT THE HELL 😭⁉️ I didn't expect that post to get much attention but it got a lot more than I expected, tyyy everyone ^^ it makes me happy seeing all the sweet comments. I'll work harder to make you guys happy! 💪

Major TWs for : Mentions + implications of suicide, self harm, trauma and body horror!!!

Slight spoilers for Lesson 16!

A loud boom came from outside of the House of Lamentation, one that would never be heard by the nearby residents. A gruesome and pitiful sight was displayed, your distorted body laid close by a balcony. The plummet killed you instantly, when your head and chest made contact with the hard ground; your protective bones shattered, allowing your major organs to fail not long after.

Despite the noise you had made, the brothers who were still in the dining room were too busy arguing to notice the commotion. Nobody chased after you, nobody went to look for you, nobody even tried messaging you to see where you had run off to— too busy with inner and family turmoil. "You scumbag! You were supposed to watch over MC during their stay," insults began to spew out of some of the brother's mouths; true hell was soon to break out unbeknownst to them.

Only after what seemed like hours of arguing that one by one, the brother's began to split up in hopes of getting some peace and quiet. All of them were in too much shock to think about where you were, they could only think about the look of terror on your face and your words. The twins headed to their room, most of the others did besides two. Lucifer and Mammon refused to head to bed, Lucifer went to his study and began working; silently praying it would distract him from everything that occurred. Mammon stormed out of the house, deciding it was best to take some fresh air before going into town to do some shopping.

While walking around the House of Lamentation, he could see a large group of crows pecking at something. Much to his annoyance, he headed over to shoo them away. When he realized what— who he was looking at, he could only stare in shock for a brief moment before releasing a blood curdling scream.

The others thought that perhaps it was Mammon being punished by Lucifer again, but when the screaming didn't quiet down after awhile they left their rooms to see what was terrorizing the Avatar of Greed so much. Once all of them had arrived at the scene, Mammon was at a loss for words and everyone else could only stare in horror and shock. Even the eldest couldn't manage to calm everyone down, let alone himself.

The dress that was carefully crafted to mimic Lilith's clothing was torn, covered in blood along with other indescribable things. The body you once took good care of was now covered in scratches; all done by you in order to convince everyone and everything that you weren't Lilith, and that you were no longer going to be a doll forced to play the part of the fallen angel.

Like a trance, the despairing emotions consumed you in such a short amount of time, not allowing you to think about everything you had to lose. But what did you have to lose? The brother's didn't think of you as MC, demons at RAD disliked you, you were in an entire different realm— no family or friends to talk to, even if your friends back in the human realm were searching for you, it wasn't like they could ever find you in the Devildom. You unknowingly lost everyone you cared for in the past, you didn't even know if they were searching for you; maybe they didn't even realize your sudden disappearance.

You already lost the people of your past, a past that sometimes you wished you could go back to, because comparing to the short life you've lived in Devildom— your life in the human realm seemed like a cup of tea comparing to everything happening now.

In the moments you were alone, the moments where you could take off the replica dress and think for yourself; all you could dream of was to rest in peace after months of mental and physical torment caused to you by the brothers. Never in your wildest dreams or most horrifying nightmares, you'd think you'd be kidnapped by demons— only to die again and again. But now, after experiencing the most traumatic things in your life— the suicide of yourself seemed much better than having your throat crushed by one of the Avatars of Hell.

Nobody knew what would happen to you, not even Lucifer or the Lord. Nobody knew if you'd be given another chance at life, to be doomed to roam the halls of the HOL as a ghost, or to rest in a grave. You wanted to live, you truly did, but not if you were going to suffer for so much of it. As beautiful as happy memories are, they can easily be tainted no matter who you shared them with.

The crisis of not truly knowing who you had become, the toll taken on your mental and physical state of always having to mimic someone you never knew had become too much to bare. You wanted to please all of them, but the satisfaction of seeing them smile never came. You knew all along they never saw you as MC, only seeing Lilith in a different form; even if you didn't want to admit it. But in a moment of distress, you failed to see the other possibilities whether you lived or not.

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dollyyyhouse · 2 years

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Mc snaps from being lilith’s replacement and everything changing after everything everyone has done to them, they start acting like and dressing like her, soon everyone starts to notice…

I've definitely noticed that the brothers mention Lilith a lot, like maybe a little bit too much 🌝 anyways, I enjoyed writing this. The end is a little bit based off a similar experience I had but I hope you guys like it <3

TW : Self harm, implications of suicide, panic attack!

Slight spoilers for Lesson 16!

In the corner of the room sat a human, curled up and hyperventilating. The human wore a long white dress with a yellow bow in the back, just like a past angel. The appearance between the human and dead angel were uncanny, but there was on distinct difference; the dress the human wore was torn, and scratches covered their face and arms— nothing like how the angel would present herself as. The human knew this, you knew this.

In the corner of the room sat you, you looked like you got mauled by a bear, but in reality the one who caused the scratches was you. After months of mental and emotional torment, you finally snapped.

It all started when the brothers began to point out similarities between you and their dead sister, Lilith. From how you walked, how you spoke, and even pointing out the smallest of habits. It made you uncomfortable, but how could you say a thing? "I'm sure they're just reminding themselves of good memories, they'll stop soon," that was all you could tell yourself, you didn't want to upset them so you just sucked up the uncomfortable feelings for everyone's sake. You didn't want to anger them, you didn't want to end up with your throat crushed all over again, and you didn't want them to be upset. No matter how much hope you had, nothing got better.

Little things became big things, and big things absorbed everything. When you did something they didn't like, they'd remind you of Lilith, "Lilith wouldn't do that." You tailored yourself to be just like her, from the way she spoke and even her littlest habits— day by day, your hope began to fade. After awhile, they even made you appear like her— telling you to change your hair color to hers, dressing you in the dress she always loved to wear. Not wanting to cause a commotion, you sat there and sucked all of it up.

"MC!~ Let me fix your makeup, Lilith would never walk around with a scratch on her face!" Everything the demon brothers did told you that they didn't think of you as MC, but instead Lilith. They thought of you just like a doll, a doll that represented their beloved sister, so they dressed up that doll for peace of mind. They ignored how you felt about the drastic changes, forcing you to become someone you never were or wanted to be.

The day you broke was during a dinner with all of the brothers, everything was going alright; but slowly the conversation shifted towards you, or Lilith as they thought of. Their words jumbled up in your head, it felt like all you could hear was Lilith's name. Even though you tried to hold your emotions back, like a broken dam they spilled out everywhere.

"No! Stop it! Stop doing this to me!" Seemingly out of nowhere, you rushed out of your sit and threw the utensils that were in your hand. You could feel all their eyes starting, but somehow it felt like hundreds of more eyes were watching your meltdown. "Everyone is watching, everyone is watching.. no, please don't look at me! Please.." Your inner monologue clouded your thoughts, the outsiders words were drowned out. "What.. a.. talking," word after word was drowned out, unable to focus on what the brothers were saying. "I'm not Lilith! I'm not Lilith! I'm not Lilith! I'm not Lilith!" You grasped your hair, you were trying to convince the brothers along with yourself that you weren't their sweet little sister. Tears were flowing from your eyes like a faucet, like a little kid who turned on the sink but couldn't reach it to turn it off— sobs fell from your lips, everything felt confusing.

Were you talking to yourself? Were you talking to the demons around you? You didn't know, just like you didn't know if you were Lilith. Everything the brothers said and did, slowly and unintentionally made a small part of you think of yourself as her. Why were you so similar yet so different? Constantly scolding yourself when you didn't play her part correctly, but another part of you scolded you for forcing yourself to be someone you weren't. So many conflicting thoughts and emotions, now was the time you could finally free them.

"Stop making me like her! I was never her and I'll never be her!" When you looked up you saw the brothers in shock, none of their mouths were moving and they were blinking. The only thing you could hear was your heavy breathing and choked sobs, you couldn't bare the tension. It was overwhelming, you wanted to throw up and scream. Like you always did before you became the doll of Lilith, you ran and hid— hiding yourself in the first place you could think of.

Heavy footsteps ran up the stair, to a hallway you never explored, you ran to the farest door. Always too afraid to go down this hall due to the constant moaning of the ghost that haunted this area, you never dared to mess with them— but now you were in a state of mind that ignored all the pain and fear building up. When you ran into the room you noticed how it had a large balcony, the room was empty, the only thing dividing you and the balcony was a door.

It was then you remembered Asmodeus' words, how Lilith never had a scratch on her. You couldn't think straight, tearing and tearing at the dress until the ribbon was gone and the hem of the dress was torn. You threw yourself into a corner, scratching and scratching at your face and arms. Asmodeus' words clogged your thoughts, you wanted to tear off all the makeup on your face and scar your entire body; of course because Lilith never had a scratch on her. You just wanted to prove to them, and most importantly yourself that you weren't her. You forced yourself to become like her, you allowed the brothers to treat you like a doll of Lilith, one they could dress up and force to mimic Lilith.

If it meant ruining yourself, you would do anything to not be seen as her. Tired of never being yourself, tired of taking hours to make yourself appear like her, tired of never expressing your true emotions, today was the day you could finally have the peace of mind you always craved.

Slowly standing up, you stumbled over to the balcony door; fumbling with the lock but eventually making your way onto the balcony. You knew what you were about to do, but you didn't try to stop yourself. Horrible thoughts filled your mind, and all of you wanted was to rest in peace.

Without hesitation, you climbed over the balcony fence and stood at the ledge. The wind rustled your torn dress, you could feel a smile creep onto your face; after months of constant pain, you were finally going to end it all. Not caring about how the wind would burst your ear drums during the fall, or how your body would crash onto the ground— you let go of the fence.

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Hello! I was able to read all your works and I must say that It's impressive. <3

I was wondering if you're actually fine with writing something like a revenge version perhaps for all the characters in Cheating Au of yours. If you do not want to then I understood since I did saw that you mostly write angst only, but I really would love to see how you would write your revenge version of these Au.

That's all, I hope you continue writing since you're doing well at this. Always stay safe and Thank you! ヾ(＾-＾)ノ

I loved writing this! I don't mind writing other things that aren't angst, I'm totally fine with most of the stuff people request ^^

A viciously strong scent began to suffocate Lucifer's office, it was a scent he adored on you— he would always buy the perfume for you whenever he saw it at a store. While you loved it too, after finding out about his little affair; you couldn't bare to wear it any longer. The scent would make you angry— yes, you were sad too but it felt like the anger consumed you the most.

So here you were, in his office, spraying all of the bottle onto his papers. You could've cared less what they were about, you only wanted to ruin them. Looking up at the clock, "He should be home soon, hopefully he likes the little surprise." you mumbled to yourself. Twisting the lid off of the perfume bottle, struggling a bit but finally managing to get it open; you dumped the remainder out in random spots of the office. "Maybe I should just break the bottle..?" You questioned the idea, and in the end, you tossed it against the wall— just for the glass to shatter all over the room and even end up slightly slicing your cheek.

A gasp escaped your lips, you rushed to wipe off a little bit of blood as you heard the front door open. You pulled a lighter from your pocket, quickly setting the papers along with his desk on fire. When you realized that the fire wasn't spreading as quickly as you hoped, you grabbed a couple of books from his bookshelf and began to tear the pages; throwing them into the fire. "Well shit," you said to yourself, "this isn't how I planned this to go." In a moment of frustration you grabbed the Demonus that was on the shelf, smashing the bottles all over the room and even setting some more things ablaze.

Smoke was filling the room along with the hallway, it was beginning to suffocate you too much— you ran out of the HOL by jumping through a first floor window. You straightned your clothing, running off when you heard a few screams coming from the inside. You didn't know where you were going, but you knew that wherever you ended up would be more tolerable than having to sit with Lucifer during lunch and dinner. His ego was growing unbearable, he refused to own up to his actions and after you ended it, he provoked you more and more. Having to see your ex was awkward in itself, but having to live with him was worse. Maybe you were taking it too far by lighting his entire office on fire, but it wasn't really like you cared. Deep down you knew he'd never change his prideful ways, you knew it from the beginning but didn't want to admit it— now, after hearing excuse after excuse, you finally ripped off the bandaid and told yourself the painful truth.

It wasn't like you could just stop loving him, that would take an eternity, so when you found yourself slowly falling for his charms again after the two of you broke up; in a moment of rage you grabbed the lighter and the perfume bottle. If you wanted to run back into his arms again, this made sure you wouldn't be able to. Maybe hating each other for the rest of your life was best, the trust between the both of you had already been broken. You had nothing to lose at this point.

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