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Not a question, but we're back on the thoroughly insane yeosang hours 🫠🫠

Was making mood boards for the ateez members, and one thing led to another, and got me thinking about a bodygaurd/hybrid au where MC is the daughter of a rich mafia crime lord, and yeosang is the doberman hybrid her father purchases as a bodyguard.

I'm picturing our leading lady as a bit of a spoiled brat with a kinda pastel coquette aesthetic? Not in any way that's insufferable (heaven forbid) but just bratty enough that she doesn't listen when she tries to speak to the ridiculously pretty bodyguard in his tight black shirt and he tells her her father has insteucted him to protect her and nothing more. She doesn't listen to a word he says when he informs her that her dad has set the mall off limits for the time being. Disregards his warnings that the park is too dangerous and she shouldn't be skipping on the slippery stones that span the river rather than walking down the bridge like a *normal* human being.

He thinks she's just spoilt, and she is, she enjoys knowing that as much as he tries to dissuade her unless she does something REALLY dangerous he can't exactly stop her, it's neither his nor the tired butler's place.

But really she's hoping to get a rise out of him. She loves the way his lip twitches and his ears turn when she tells him about the drama going on within her dad's more legal businesses, even if he won't verbally respond. She adores the exasperated pout on his lips when she drags him from shop to shop, trying on outfits and modelling them dramatically for *cough*him*cough* whatever friend she's brought along. And best of all, when she stumbles on one of those rocks, and he rushes to her side to catch her and stop her from falling in the water, scolding her as he holds her waist the rest of the way across, speaking more than he has in the weeks since they'd met.

Obviously these interactions would gradually escalate, just talking at him like a brick wall turns to deciding that if he's going to sit and look pretty like a doll she may as well treat him like one, and he has to wear leather gloves to hide the pretty nail art you keep putting on him. Walks through the park become an excuse for you to pretend to run ahead or walk on something you probably shouldn't so he'll hold your hand to keep you by his side. And worst of all (in his opinion) is the day you decide to take him swimsuit shopping before a big trip, modelling them like you always do, enjoying the way his ears burn red and he stutters over answering your questions of which one looks best.

It's all going according to your plan, naturally.

(Cue mastermind by taylor swift)

The final straw would be when you follow your dad to a business meeting overseas, and are invited to attend a beach party hosted by the business partner's son. Yeosang's usually very obedient, even with all the nagging, he understands that you and your father are his owners and his job is just to ensure your wellbeing l. But surely this lanky *boy* leaning a little too close to you is a threat, right? He's not stepping out of line when he moves to stand more closely behind you, growling and removing the kid's hand when it comes to rest on your hip, right? Even if it does come out harsher than intended and starts a bit of a squabble because the boy won't back off and ends up snapping at you to "get your damn dog under control"? Even when you storm away angrily afterwards with him in tow, slamming the door of your hotel room shut behind you and pushing him down to sit on the edge of your bed, demanding to know why he did it.

You know, in the back of your mind, you know. But it's so fun to watch yeosang *squirm*

And it's even more fun when he admits that he didn't like seeing the way that boy touched you, when his pleas for forgiveness turn into angry growls...

(I'm very high on both caffeine and sugar while walking around an airport rn so I'm sorry if this is like, incoherent lmao, but i hope u know my brain well enoughto see the ✨️vision✨️)

(Also I can't believe that our first interactions were me being a slut for this man 😭 I am so sorry your adopted sister’s a whore-)

~lyra

NO BECAUSE YOUR BRAIN?!?!? i love that our first interactions were just us being whores for sangie… i feel like it’s so perfectly on brand for us 😭😭

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‘miss, i said i was sorry for acting that way,’ yeosang begs, not just with his mouth but with his eyes. they’re so wide and pleading that you almost can’t help but reach a hand out to pet him like you would a real dog. he’d take it; he always does. you guess that in a way he has to, since you technically own him.

‘are you, yeosang?’ there’s a smile on your face and you can barely hide the glee in your voice as you tease him. he nods desperately and it sets something alight within you. he’s such a pretty doggy, just sitting there with that pathetic look on his face. ‘then why did you scare him away, hm? he was right, i really should get my dog under control…’

and just like that, yeosang snaps, a low growl leaving his throat. it shocks you into silence, your next words vanishing into thin air as your guard dog stands up from the bed and takes a few steps closer. despite the fact that he isn’t much taller than you, the way he’s staring you down makes you feel tiny. it’s even worse when he snatches your face up in his grasp, holding it firmly so you can’t look away from his menacing eyes. they look you up and down once, a soft snort of laughter coming from their owner.

‘your dog? oh, missy, i think you’ve forgotten who’s in charge here,’ his voice is low and rumbling, rattling around your brain like a clap of thunder. whilst you know it might be safe for now, you know that lightning will follow soon. you can only hope you don’t get struck. ‘tell me, princess, who is it that decides where you can and cannot go?’

‘y-you…’ he gives you a dangerous grin, canines glinting at you as he gives you a satisfied grumble.

‘good girl,’ the way he says those words makes you weak at the knees. you’re sure you’d topple over if it weren’t for the way he’s holding you in place by your jaw. some strange corner of your brain lets you know that you wouldn’t mind being left to crumple to the floor; maybe you’d even like the way he looks from down there. ‘and who is it that has to approve every little decision you make?’

again, the answer is him. you nod at him wordlessly and his smile gets brighter. an unexpected feeling in your chest blooms as he swipes an affectionate thumb over your cheek.

‘say it then, princess,’ he coos, voice dripping with condescension. for someone who says so little usually, he sure has a lot he wants to get off of his chest now. ‘tell me who’s in charge here.’

‘you, yeosang.’

he nods, ‘good, now tell me who you belong to.’

you whimper as he leans in impossibly close, warm breath fanning your face. it��s a complete contrast to the sharpness of his nails against your flesh.

‘i belong to you… sir.’

he hums, pleased with your answer. in fact, he’s pleased with almost everything you do. it just goes to show that even though you act like a fucking brat most of the time, all it takes is a little push from him to have you whimpering under his command. you calling him sir while looking up at him with those big doe eyes is something that he’ll be thinking about forever, most of all during his late night self-pleasure sessions.

‘that’s right, princess,’ he lets his hand drop from your face, laughing at the way you chase the touch. it really is adorable. ‘you’re mine, and i appreciate it when boys i don’t know keep their hands off of my property…’

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HOW MANY LICKS: THE 25 DOPEST RAP SONGS TO F*** TO

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Contrary to what some hand-wringing "purists" might tell you, sex is a part of Hip-Hop.

Shocking, right?

Of course, that shouldn't be breaking news: sex is a part of human experience. It's been a part of culture and art ever since civilization has created culture and art, so why would rap music and Hip-Hop culture be any different? From the minute Big Bank Hank of The Sugarhill Gang rapped about being able to "bust you out with my super sperm"—words that were actually written by Grandmaster Caz aka Casanova Fly (keyword: "Casanova")—sex has been a topic of many rap lyrics and videos. From Too $hort and 2 Live Crew, to LL COOL J and Lil Kim: there is a brilliant, provocative history of sex rap. The examples are endless—Kool G Rap's "Talk Like Sex"; The Notorious B.I.G.'s "F**kin' You Tonight"; there are even popular songs from artists like MC Lyte and Q-Tip that are highly erotic (Google the lyrics to Lyte's "Keep On Keepin' On" right now).

For the purposes of this examination, it should be recognized that sexy rap songs can both offer the sensual and also wallow in the raunchy. The most seductive can feel as tantalizingly alluring as a quiet-storm classic; the raunchiest can make the most bashful bride buss it open. But it's allgood. Balance, people...

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"COCKTALES" - TOO $HORT

The Oakland legend is one of the foremost authorities on raunchy rap. Hell, he damn-near invented the genre. And this quasi-sequel to his classic "Freaky Tales" is one of his naughty best.

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"TALK SEX" - KOOL KEITH

When it comes to freaky raps, Kool Keith is like $hort Dog's weirdass cousin. Like his Bay Area contemporary, the oddball emcee out of the Bronx is one of the longest-running legends of raunch, and this track from 2018 is an example of his hilariously scatological approach to sex songs.

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"HOW DO U WANT IT" - 2PAC FEAT. K-CI & JO-JO

Pac always found a way to balance his socio-political rage, thuggishness and straight seduction. This monster hit from his double album ALL EYEZ ON ME is one of the most famous examples of the latter. And the X-rated, porn star-themed video is the stuff of legend.

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"RICH SEX" - FUTURE

The Atlanta trap star managed to popularize a new lane within the rap game via his digitized crooning. And it was the perfect launching pad for a sexy sound that came to be embodied by this hit single.

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"BED" - NICKI MINAJ FEAT. ARIANA GRANDE

She's got a more varied body of work than some of her detractors want to recognize, but when Nicki goes sexy, she GOES SEXY. And while this ain't the raunchiest at all, this hit single with pop megastar Ariana Grande is one of her most sinfully seductive tracks.

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"BIG MOMMA THANG" - LIL KIM FEAT. JAY-Z, LIL CEASE

The opening track is everything that announced Kim as a superstar: bold, brazen and bangin.' Jay delivers one of his first high-profile guest spots as Kim makes it clear she's ready for her close-up.

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"ONE MINUTE MAN - MISSY ELLIOTT FEAT. LUDACRIS AND TRINA

Missy found yet another musical kindred spirit in Ludacris during the early aughts, and they capitalized on their connection regularly, including on the 2001 club hit “One Minute Man” from her third album, "Miss E… So Addictive." Trina's guest verse steals the show, as "da baddest bitch" gets raw and raunchy about what she needs in the bedroom.

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"GETTIN SOME ..." - SHAWNNA FEAT. TOO $HORT

The St. Louis rap star was a standout for Ludacris and the Disturbing Tha Peace label, and this monster single was a big reason why. It's one of the early 00s most inescapable tunes, and one of $hort's best guest spots.

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"85" - YOUNGBLOODZ FEAT. BIG BOI, JIM CROW

The hook. That groovy production from Atlanta veterans Parental Advisory. This ATL classic is a late-night creep anthem. Anybody who's ever hopped in the whip to ride down 85 for a rendezvous can relate; and the cameo from Fat Sax is one of his best ever.

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"IMAGINE THAT" - LL COOL J

This steamy Rockwilder-produced single could be considered an unofficial sequel to the classic "Doin' It." The track reunites LL with LeShaun, and their chemistry from that earlier duet is just as strong here.

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"SHAWTY FREAK A LIL SUMTHIN" - LIL JON & THE EASTSIDE BOYZ FEAT. JAZZE PHA

An early gem in Toomp’s discography, “Shawty Freak a Lil Sumthin’” is both an Atlanta and southern classic. Toomp co-produced the track with Jon, which was featured on Lil Jon and the Eastside Boyz’s 1997 offering, GET CRUNK, WHO U WIT: DA ALBUM.

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"SEX FACES" - SCARFACE, TOO $HORT, TELA, AND DEVIN THE DUDE

Another one of his most popular tracks, Scarface takes the ordinary boy-meets-girl tale and spins it into an engaging tale on this very explicit classic. With a noteworthy assist from Devin The Dude, Tela and the $hort Dog himself.

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"LATE NITE TIP" - THREE SIX MAFIA

One of the best moments from Gangsta Boo and from Lord Infamous. Over a flip of Lisa Fischer's quiet storm classic "How Can I Ease the Pain," Three Six delivers a song that's somehow both seductive and sinister.

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"LOVE IN YA MOUTH" - KILO ALI FEAT. BIG BOI

The forefather of Atlanta rap was never shy about freaky songs, and this ode to oral sex is one of the most classic tracks in his repertoire. Big Boi’s guest spot serves as the perfect accent to the nasty perfection here.

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"MIND SEX" - DEAD PREZ

M-1 and stic.man aren’t always just raging against the machine. What set the politically minded duo apart from an act like Public Enemy is that they weren’t averse to showing a more sensual side, as epitomized in this ode to gettin’ it in with someone with whom you actually share a mental and emotional connection.

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"BIG OLE FREAK" - MEGAN THEE STALLION

The Texas rap superstar was still on the rise when she dropped this raunchy rap insta-classic. Meg made it clear early on that she could be playful, freaky as all hell and a take-no-shit emcee—all at the same time.

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"SLOB ON MY KNOB" - THREE SIX MAFIA

Juicy J wrote this little ditty back when he was still a teen in high school, and it has all the adolescent horn dogism that one might expect from a young dude. It's endured as a foulmouthed classic as only Three Six can deliver.

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"LOLLIPOP" - LIL WAYNE FEAT. STATIC MAJOR

It became so ubiquitous that it's hard to remember just how unique it was when it dropped. The ode to oral love became one of the era's biggest smashes and cemented Wayne's omnipresence. The song that seemed to own 2008.

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"PUT IT IN YOUR MOUTH" - AKINYELE

Ah yes, a catchy little ditty from the freakiest rhymer Queens ever produced. Akinyele was never known for subtlety, and this semi-hit from 1996 was his crowning achievement as a single. The song is about — well, y’know — and the hook became a fixture in strip clubs and on dance floors throughout the late 1990s.

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"ME SO HORNY" - 2 LIVE CREW

If there is a "The Message" for sex rap, it's gotta be the X-rated classic from 2 Live Crew that got them banned in the U.S.A. Luke and his boys really go there and it shocked the world. It also opened the door for virtually everybody from Akinyele to Lil Kim.

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"MY NECK, MY BACK" - KHIA

We've used the word "inescapable" a lot on this list, but DAMN—where were YOU when you first heard this foul-mouthed little classic from an upstart out of Florida. After years of rap songs with men telling women how to go down, Khia repped for the ladies with this instructional guide. Get it right, sir. Get it RIGHT.

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"W.A.P." - CARDI B. AND MEGAN THEE STALLION

Two of the biggest stars in contemporary music joined forces for a song that paid homage to both Frank Ski and DJ Uncle Al, the video became the talk of pop culture, and the ladies' provocative performance at the 63rd Grammys led to a record number of complaints. Mission accomplished.

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"DOIN' IT" - LL COOL J FEAT. LESHAUN

It's a raunch rap classic; a sexual tour-de-force from a guy who made this sorta thing his raizon d'etre. The seductive imagery in the lyrics gets more and more explicit, as Uncle L goes bar-for-bar-for-bar with LeShaun over an exquisite sample of Grace Jones' "My Jamaican Guy."

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"WHAT'S IT GONNA BE? - BUSTA RHYMES FEAT. JANET JACKSON

One of Busta’s biggest singles came when he linked with Janet Jackson for “What’s It Gonna Be!?” The chaotic drums on the track are smoothed out with Janet’s signature vocals on the hook. The sexy, futuristic video, directed by Busta and Hype Williams in his prime, is one of the most expensive ever made, and one of the most memorable of the decade.

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"HOW MANY LICKS" - LIL KIM FEAT. SISQO

The Queen Bee is hip-hop's most legendary sex symbol for a reason. On this skittering single, she rattles off all of the lovers she's left in her wake (Tony the Italian, a brother named "King Kong" for very specific reasons, etc.) with the self-proclaimed "Dragon" delivering a soulfully sleazy hook. Nobody does it nastier.

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HOW MANY LICKS: THE 25 DOPEST RAP SONGS TO F*** TO

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Contrary to what some hand-wringing "purists" might tell you, sex is a part of Hip-Hop.

Shocking, right?

Here are the 25 Dopest Rap Songs to F*%! To; a playlist for when you wanna get right by gettin' a little wrong...

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#26

"STRAWBERRIES" - SMOOTH [BONUS SONG]

Our BONUS SONG pick is a celebrated classic guest spot! Well, ACTUALLY this is more of an R&B song than a rap song—but Smooth is a rapper and she raps on this seductive classic. So there.

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#25

"COCKTALES" - TOO $HORT

The Oakland legend is one of the foremost authorities on raunchy rap. Hell, he damn-near invented the genre. And this quasi-sequel to his classic "Freaky Tales" is one of his naughty best.

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"TALK SEX" - KOOL KEITH

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"HOW DO U WANT IT" - 2PAC FEAT. K-CI & JO-JO

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"RICH SEX" - FUTURE

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"BED" - NICKI MINAJ FEAT. ARIANA GRANDE

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"BIG MOMMA THANG" - LIL KIM FEAT. JAY-Z, LIL CEASE

The opening track is everything that announced Kim as a superstar: bold, brazen and bangin.' Jay delivers one of his first high-profile guest spots as Kim makes it clear she's ready for her close-up.

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"ONE MINUTE MAN - MISSY ELLIOTT FEAT. LUDACRIS AND TRINA

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"GETTIN SOME ..." - SHAWNNA FEAT. TOO $HORT

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"85" - YOUNGBLOODZ FEAT. BIG BOI, JIM CROW

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"IMAGINE THAT" - LL COOL J

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"SHAWTY FREAK A LIL SUMTHIN" - LIL JON & THE EASTSIDE BOYZ FEAT. JAZZE PHA

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"SEX FACES" - SCARFACE, TOO $HORT, TELA, AND DEVIN THE DUDE

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"LATE NITE TIP" - THREE SIX MAFIA

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"LOVE IN YA MOUTH" - KILO ALI FEAT. BIG BOI

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"MIND SEX" - DEAD PREZ

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"BIG OLE FREAK" - MEGAN THEE STALLION

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"SLOB ON MY KNOB" - THREE SIX MAFIA

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"LOLLIPOP" - LIL WAYNE FEAT. STATIC MAJOR

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"PUT IT IN YOUR MOUTH" - AKINYELE

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"ME SO HORNY" - 2 LIVE CREW

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"MY NECK, MY BACK" - KHIA

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"W.A.P." - CARDI B. AND MEGAN THEE STALLION

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"DOIN' IT" - LL COOL J FEAT. LESHAUN

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"WHAT'S IT GONNA BE? - BUSTA RHYMES FEAT. JANET JACKSON

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"HOW MANY LICKS" - LIL KIM FEAT. SISQO

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Contrary to what some hand-wringing "purists" might tell you, sex is a part of Hip-Hop.

Shocking, right?

Here are the 25 Dopest Rap Songs to F*%! To; a playlist for when you wanna get right by gettin' a little wrong...

#26

"STRAWBERRIES" - SMOOTH [BONUS SONG]

Our BONUS SONG pick is a celebrated classic guest spot! Well, ACTUALLY this is more of an R&B song than a rap song—but Smooth is a rapper and she raps on this seductive classic. So there.

#25

"COCKTALES" - TOO $HORT

The Oakland legend is one of the foremost authorities on raunchy rap. Hell, he damn-near invented the genre. And this quasi-sequel to his classic "Freaky Tales" is one of his naughty best.

#24

"TALK SEX" - KOOL KEITH

#23

"HOW DO U WANT IT" - 2PAC FEAT. K-CI & JO-JO

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"RICH SEX" - FUTURE

#21

"BED" - NICKI MINAJ FEAT. ARIANA GRANDE

#20

"BIG MOMMA THANG" - LIL KIM FEAT. JAY-Z, LIL CEASE

The opening track is everything that announced Kim as a superstar: bold, brazen and bangin.' Jay delivers one of his first high-profile guest spots as Kim makes it clear she's ready for her close-up.

#19

"ONE MINUTE MAN - MISSY ELLIOTT FEAT. LUDACRIS AND TRINA

#18

"GETTIN SOME ..." - SHAWNNA FEAT. TOO $HORT

#17

"85" - YOUNGBLOODZ FEAT. BIG BOI, JIM CROW

#16

"IMAGINE THAT" - LL COOL J

#15

"SHAWTY FREAK A LIL SUMTHIN" - LIL JON & THE EASTSIDE BOYZ FEAT. JAZZE PHA

#14

"SEX FACES" - SCARFACE, TOO $HORT, TELA, AND DEVIN THE DUDE

#13

"LATE NITE TIP" - THREE SIX MAFIA

#12

"LOVE IN YA MOUTH" - KILO ALI FEAT. BIG BOI

#11

"MIND SEX" - DEAD PREZ

#10

"BIG OLE FREAK" - MEGAN THEE STALLION

"SLOB ON MY KNOB" - THREE SIX MAFIA

"LOLLIPOP" - LIL WAYNE FEAT. STATIC MAJOR

"PUT IT IN YOUR MOUTH" - AKINYELE

"ME SO HORNY" - 2 LIVE CREW

"MY NECK, MY BACK" - KHIA

"W.A.P." - CARDI B. AND MEGAN THEE STALLION

"DOIN' IT" - LL COOL J FEAT. LESHAUN

"WHAT'S IT GONNA BE? - BUSTA RHYMES FEAT. JANET JACKSON

"HOW MANY LICKS" - LIL KIM FEAT. SISQO

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I don’t know if this’ll make the cut, but brothers with an MC wearing their (the brothers) clothes, and I’m talking full ensemble not just a random jacket or accessory (you can delete if you’re not comfortable of course)

So when left with the question of whether this was a full on clothing theft or a cosplay of some kind, I'm going with theft because that's just funnier to me. Just a little MC marching around in Beel's tent of an outfit… Hilarious. 🤭

MC Steals the Brothers’ Outfits

Lucifer

It started out like any other morning, Lucifer woke up early in bed - as he always does - but when he rolled onto his side to stir the MC, he found their side of the bed empty…

Normally, he’d have thrown up the alarm in an instant, but his mind was still groggy as he tried to recall what happened the night before… He could have sworn the MC slept over… unless…

MC: “Good morning, love.”

Their voice was enough to get him sitting up again and he uh… well he was not prepared for what he saw. The MC was sitting with their legs crossed at his desk, attempting to imitate his “I’m-in-Complete-Control-Here” energy as much as they possibly could, but with an added detail…

They were wearing his clothes. His favorite suit to be specific which was tailored to his much bigger frame, resulting in a frankly ridiculously ill-fitting look on their smaller human body...

MC: *picks up a poisoned apple off the desk, continuing their very best Lucifer-impression* “You should get up, love. We have an early meeting today and we can’t keep Lord Diavolo waiting.”

The MC appeared to polish the apple with his sleeve for a moment before taking a bite, looking pleased with themselves before their eyes widened in complete horror. It only took a split second for them to spit the unchewed hunk of apple into a nearby waste basket and toss the apple away in panic.

MC: “Ah FUCK!! I forgot I can’t eat these!!! SHIT!!”

Their panic only grew as Lucifer could no longer hold in his laughter, the booming volume of which is enough to wake up all his brothers throughout the House.

MC: “Lucifer, don’t just sit there laughing!! Bring me some water or something!!! LUCIFER!!!”

Mammon

Look, Mammon always gets up late so not being able to find, like, any of his normal clothes was a serious problem! He’d already dug through half his closest and still couldn’t find anything!!

He had a photoshoot that he had to get to in less than hour and he still needed to take a shower, get dressed, get his stuff together, then bolt halfway across town before-

MC: *literally kicks open his door Kuzco-style* “Yo, yo, yo!! What’s up, Mammon??”

First off, the sudden loud bang of his door hitting the wall nearly scared him out of his skin, but before he could even yell at the MC for their weird entrance his brain had to process what they were wearing….

Good news! He found his missing clothes, the MC had thrown them on while he was sleeping - sunglasses and all - and now stood before him with a toothy grin on their face.

MC: “What's the problem, Mams? Lucifer got your tongu-EEEK!”

Apparently, they weren't expecting Mammon to literally lunge at them and capture them in a tight hug, practically lifting them off their feet with a laugh.

Mammon: “What'cha think your doin', MC?? I'm gonna need those back ya know?”

MC: *laughs loud and bright, throwing their arms around his neck* “I know, I know... But I wanted to surprise you!” *stops laughing suddenly and blinks* “Huh…”

Mammon watched the MC experimentally lift his glasses off their nose then put them back down, repeating the action several times before snickering.

Mammon: *frowns* “What's so funny?”

MC: “Nothing really but… Mammon, do you wear these just to make everything look like gold?”

Mammon actually had to pause before responding, pulling the MC closer with a devilish grin.

Mammon: “Nah… I ‘cause got all the gold I need right here~”

MC: *chuckles and nuzzles his cheek* “Nice save...”

Mammon: *his cheeks flush and he frowns* “I dunno what your talkin’ about... But could ya go put on a t-shirt or somethin’? They’re paying me big for this shoot and I really gotta go!”

Leviathan

Another convention, another cosplay far too complex to ever hope to peel out of… Though Levi would never regret wearing his five piece Lord of Shadow cosplay, it’s a heavy thing and certainly not something he can change out of in a bathroom stall…

When he finally got back to the House, he wasn’t looking to do anything but drag his tired body back to his room and change into some more manageable clothes… but… well…

When Levi opened his door, he saw the MC sitting alone at his computer desk playing a game by themselves. That was all well and good but… WHY IN DIAVOLO’S BLACK HELL ARE THEY WEARING HIS CLOTHES???

When they heard the door, the MC whipped their head back and they both stared at each other in an awkward silence… His clothes didn’t even fit them right!-or maybe they did?? His mind was panicking because they had the collar of his shirt covering their mouth and it looked so moe it was actually ridiculous!

Levi: ……….

MC: ………….

MC: …. “I can explain.”

Levi: ……. “Y-yea?”

MC: “I was having trouble on this one level and you wouldn’t pick up the phone… so I thought ‘What would Levi do?’... and it escalated…”

Levi: “You think??”

Levi felt like he could die right there, but he wasn’t entirely sure if it was from embarrassment or happiness… On the one hand, the MC was literally trying to be him in order to get better at video games - which was flatteringly adorable… And on the other, the MC is pretty much cosplaying as him, right in front of him… and looked so damn cute doing it too…

MC: “Is this weird…? This is weird. I’m sorry, I’ll go change-”

Levi: NO-agh! *he throws a hand over his own mouth, surprised by how loud he just shouted* … “U-uh… no it’s fine…”

MC: “Okay...?”

MC: “But could you put your phone down? I think you’ve been taking pictures for the past two minutes…”

Levi looked down at his hand and sure enough he unconsciously pulled out his phone in camera mode and has been spamming the “Capture” button long enough to have his thumb cramping...

Levi: “Oh.” *stops for a moment, then seems to second guess himself*

Levi: “Uh… just one more?”

Satan

When you share a house with Mammon, you grow accustomed to not being able to find things from time to time, but an entire outfit??

When he woke up one morning to find that he couldn't find any of his normal clothes, he blamed Mammon right off the bat…

I guess in hindsight, what would Mammon want with his jacket? But anger doesn't always jump to the most rational conclusion, you know?

After searching for "long enough," Satan stormed out of his bedroom on a warpath. He didn't stop his march until he was banging on Mammon’s door with a closed fist!

Satan: “Mammon!! What did you do with my clothes you useless, money-grubbing asshole!?”

When he didn’t get a reply, likely because Mammon was hiding in his closet or something, he was about to kick the door in when he felt a tap on his shoulder...

When he turned his head, much to his surprise, he found his missing clothes!... They were on the MC - right down to the single sleeve - and the MC met his eyes with a mischievous grin…

They had a book in their hands he recalled seeing once at the library: "101 Ways to Prank Your Partner," open like they'd been reading down the hallway.

MC: … Page 47.

They winked at him before bolting back down the hallway in a fit of giggles and oooh, it was on now.

Satan spent the morning chasing the MC through the House, both laughing and dashing around in reckless abandon. He really needed his clothes back and he wouldn’t mind an extra hour or two with the MC when he got them… 😏

Asmodeus

Asmo isn’t exactly a morning person… Though he forces himself awake so he can perform his wake-up routine, by the time he comes to the table it’s a hit-or-miss on how irritable he’s going to be...

Of course, his favorite outfit suddenly disappearing from his massive closet did not help his mood in the slightest!

Who would take his clothes?? Well, that’s not even a question - surely plenty of his devoted, adoring stans would kill to even have his scarf, so maybe the better question was, “How??” Lucifer keeps all the doors and windows magically sealed at night! (He would know, having been locked out on numerous occasions)

Asmo was tearing through his closet, wracking his brain for any place he might have left his beloved outfit, before he heard someone clear their throat by his bedroom door.

What greeted him was a lovely look at the MC wearing the missing clothing in question, even with all the grace and style he would himself!

Asmo: *jaw-drops* “MC???”

MC: *smirks at his delight and winks at him* “Looking for something?”

They strutted into the room with the confidence of a mock fashion model and took a silly vogue pose in front of the closet, barely holding in a fit of laughter from their actions.

MC: “… Or just at me?”

Asmo, of course, snatched them right up in his arms with a delighted squeal.

Asmo: “Oh. My. Diavolo!! MC, you look just gorgeous!!!- Because you look like me, of course.” 🤭

MC: *laughs and cups his cheeks to pull him closer* “Who wouldn't want to be you, Asmo?”

Asmo: “So true… But you’re already perfect, my love~” 😘

And he went on to prove that to them all morning long...

Beelzebub

Beel didn't even get the chance to notice his clothes were missing. He had a tournament the night before and was sleeping even harder than Belphie that morning...

What woke him up was the smell of food: scrambled shadowhawk eggs, hellboar bacon, pancakes with nightshade syrup….

Beel's stomach had him sitting up long before his eyes ever opened, drawn in by his nose alone.

MC: “Beeeeel. Wake up!”

Beel's eyes dragged open at their request and what he found had his mouth watering... The MC had brought him a dining cart with a complete breakfast spread, brimming with portions only Beel could ever finish, but for once he wasn’t looking at the food.

The MC, for whatever reason, had decided to put on his clothes… And keep in mind that Beel's built like an ox compared to almost anybody. They were absolutely swimming under all that fabric (thank the Devil for his suspenders…)

MC: “Congratulations!!!”

They throw their arms up excitedly, making the unzipped jacket balloon out like a parachute behind them… It's a remarkably cute image.

Beel: *blinks* “Oh.” *he gets a little pink, still very confused* “What did I do exactly…?”

MC: “You won the championship last night, remember? Or did you forget already??”

The MC takes a step to the side and begins pointing at the plates on the cart.

MC: “I thought we'd celebrate with some breakfast! I brought you eggs, bacon, pancakes, toast, cereal-”

As they continued their list, Beel's hand naturally reached out towards the cart eagerly, before something finally clicked in his head. WHY were they wearing his clothes??

Beel: “Wait. MC, why are you wearing-...?”

MC *holds their hand up* “Hold on!”

MC: “-oatmeal, muffins, banana bread, annnd…” *they get onto the bed and plop down onto his lap with a grin*

MC: “Me! Congratulations, Beel!!”

They lean up to peck his cheek while his arms automatically wind around their waist. The combination of their scents already bringing out a different sort of hunger in him…

Let’s say if this is his reward, he'll never lose a game again. 😏

Belphegor

Belphie was in the middle of his afterschool nap in the library. The day was exhausting, so he didn’t even bother changing uniforms… The couches there were comfortable and the space was quiet, really nothing should have woken him up...

But somehow, for whatever reason, something did. A tug… Something was chasing away his dreams by tugging on the cow pillow in his arms.

MC: “Beeelllppphie….”

The tugging did not cease and he half growled in response, still keeping his eyes firmly closed.

Belphie: “What now...?”

MC: “I need this…” *they tug on the corner of the pillow a little harder* “Can you let go please…?”

What kind of question is that?? No one takes away his favorite pillow!

Belphie: *hugs the pillow tighter* “Go away, I'm trying to nap…”

MC: “Noooo please…! I need it for something right now…!!”

They started really pulling on his pillow now and he only held on tighter in annoyance. Since they wouldn’t leave him alone, he finally opened his eyes.

Belphie: “MC! Why are… you..?”

His voice trailed off as he finally saw the MC standing there in his usual outfit. His cardigan was so long over their arms that they had to grasp his pillow through its sleeves...

While his drowsy mind tried to catch up, the MC snatched the pillow from his grasp with one swift yank.

MC: *grins* “Mine now!”

They turned to bolt out of the library, but Belphie snatched them by the waist and dragged them back to the couch with him.

Belphie: “Fine, but then I get a new pillow.” 😏

The MC yelped as he flopped on top of them, pulling them close like a body pillow and resting his head into the crook of their neck to enjoy the soothing smell of their scent mixed with his.

MC: “W-wait Belphie…!” *tries to wiggle out from under his surprisingly heavy deadweight* “I was just playing around…! Please don't fall asleep on me!!”

Belphie: *yawns and settles in, already drifting off* “Too late… G'night, MC…”

MC: “Belphie!!!” 😫

They could complain all they liked, he wasn’t going to let them go for a few hours. Cute or not, MC, nobody takes his pillow!

#obey me #obey me shall we date #shall-we-date-obey-me #obey me lucifer #obey me mammon #obey me leviathan #obey me satan #obey me asmodeus #obey me beelzebub #obey me belphegor #obey me headcanons #obey me requests

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elsecrytt · 2 years

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Just in case my ask got lost, this is a Sandwich Saturday/Sunday ask. I realllyyy want to see Sandwich Satan/MC/Simeon. I'd think they make an interesting dynamic.

Nah, your ask wasn't lost, I've just got a few to go through, along with some motivation slumps, stuff getting busy on my end, etc.~

I've been kinda :/ about whether or not I can do a couple of these a day - I'll just have to see how it goes. But this is a VERY popular pairing (or u are just very eager,,, i feed u, rare sandwich liker <3) so!! I give!!

Anyways!! Satan/MC/Simeon it is~

[There is going to be a bit of a spoiler here regarding Simeon; it's something that's revealed in Lesson 24, regarding how he was able to give you a piece of advice in Lesson 4 for Levi's Quiz Battle]

So the first thing that comes to mind is actually that Satan knows that Simeon wrote TSL - and that he's a big fan of literature, himself! He respects Simeon's writing abilities, as well.

And Simeon... tbh Simeon is probably the most secretive person in the entire cast, besides maybe Barbatos. Satan's whole thing is that he wears masks, but that's nothing compared to what's up with Simeon.

Simeon may even be less aware of his wrath - or perhaps he doesn't even see it as something he needs to control more, unlike Satan. I feel like they could definitely understand one another.

They have similar temperaments. Plus, look at Simeon with Luke - he is supportive, encouraging, praises his efforts.

Satan puts a lot of work into being who he is, and I think Simeon would both respect that, and I think he would sympathize, if not empathize with Satan's desire for self-discovery.

(The fact that Satan is. Basically Lucifer's rebellious but beloved son, and Simeon lowkey yearns to befriend Lucifer again, probably doesn't hurt)

Moreover, Satan actually quite enjoys discussing literature and TV shows. The three of you could probably sit down with a book, movie, or plotline and chat up a storm about it for hours on end.

You would have just the most amazing debates. Character motivations, plot details, worldbuilding stuff - Simeon has an active imagination, Satan has a logical mind, and you understand the two of them so well it's like whole new worlds open up to you.

Group dates are fun, no problem; even where they lack a common interest, they're both quite respectful and considerate, although I think Simeon might have a touch of a spiteful streak that would take Satan off gaurd.

Tit for tat, though; Satan can get Simeon back a missed date or a stolen sleepover/night, and Simeon will just chuckle and call it even.

Satan can absolutely translate Simeon's typos and texting oddities with ease. He finds it fun, even. Your group chat is surprisingly active, because of it!

You may end up with a problem on your hands with Satan mentioning some facet of technology to Simeon offhand, and then Simeon using brute-force politeness on you to guilt you into helping him figure it out.

...You'll get him for this. Watch out, Avatar of Wrath. You're not joking. He better sleep with one eye open.

It's a lot and you're going to have several talks with Satan, eventually ending in retaliation. While Satan and Simeon can curb the cycle of revenge, you and Satan absolutely will not.

(Definitely not because, like, Satan's love language is playing pranks on people. And even if it were, don't you like Simeon? Hmmm?

"There's a difference between liking someone and wanting to spend three hours explaining how to attach files to a message!")

At one point Satan taught Simeon how to use a projector and sent him over to you to learn how to edit an excel spreadsheet.

(Simeon eventually takes you both in for a lesson on "Conflict de-escalation", to which Satan pointed out that he, as a demon, shouldn't really have to take such a class.

"Fine, then. I'll just spend the next two hours alone in this classroom with Simeon. Lock the door on your way out, would you, Satan?"

"W-What are you trying to imply?"

"Not that I'm opposed, but are you sure you can still listen to the lecture while we copulate?"

"Copulate? Who calls it that? And you're going to lecture them while you do it? I'll show you how to speak during sex-"

"During sex? Just say 'fuck', mister demon, as if you don't tell me you want to make love at night-"

Satan is on you in a moment, and Simeon soon follows.

Aren't they both so very lucky that you had the foresight to lock the door?)

They both have their possessive streaks, however rarely they show them, so don't worry; Satan will eventually grow grumpy over you spending so much time with Simeon and give up the game.

In any case, you have your ups and downs, but they're mostly filled with warmth and affection.

Honestly, I think each one would prefer to have you all to himself in the bedroom. Threesomes would be a matter of it being the right place and time; if all three of you are already together and in the mood.

Neither Satan nor Simeon is the type to intrude on you when you're having an intimate moment (they've got at least that much respect for one another, since you're openly with them both).

[nsfw under the cut - reader is penetrated, gives and receives oral (genitals ambiguous)]

Satan is more competitive; he'd rather be the reason you're reduced to a moaning mess, hearing you moan with every lap of his tongue and shiver as he presses and sucks in just the way he knows you like.

Simeon, unfortunately, is on the sneaky saboteur end of the spectrum.

He's quite all right letting Satan do all the work between your legs while he coos at you with your head in his lap, tells you what a lovely, sweet human you are for him - do you perhaps want a taste?

(And maybe it's because he's an angel, but by God, Simeon's cock is utterly divine on your lips; hot and smooth and imperceptibly sweet, his release being just the same)

You can feel Satan hiss against your sex as he watches Simeon pull himself dripping from your lips - all the sounds he missed from you when you had his cock down your throat ringing in his ears.

He crawls up your body and lays fevered kisses as he goes, his own cock dragging between your legs, heavy and swollen with promise as his fingers dig into your sides.

But Simeon is an angel, after all, he's not entirely mean, so he's fully willing to finger you open for Satan, right after, of course, he has you wet those fingers with your pretty, perfect mouth.

He's so sweet, so eager to sing your praises - you could lose yourself in those lovely blue eyes, the handsome dark face that stares down at you and smiles as he pumps his fingers against your tongue and then plays it between them.

And by the time Satan nips at your neck, growls your attention away as he tugs you into a kiss, Simeon has you stretched nicely and moaning into his mouth.

At that point Satan's quite ready to shove Simeon's hand away, but he's out quickly, and he can enter you with glorious ease, sliding fully home well enough for you to melt and groan.

Simeon's happy to pet your hair and kiss your cheek as the demon has his naughty, naughty way with you.

You find yourself moaning without reservation beneath Satan as he fucks you just right, and Simeon threads a hand in yours, whispering how well you're taking him, how amazing you look when you're like this, absolutely spectacular -

And of course, Satan snatches up the other hand for himself, biting marks into you in stings that blur away all the angel's lovely words into a pleasant hum.

#obey me #satan #simeon #satan x reader #satan x mc #simeon x reader #simeon x mc #satan x reader x simeon #sandwiches #dom!simeon agenda #listen i just... he just.. LISTEN IT'S JUST DOM ENERGY OKAY #lemon

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weebswrites · 3 years

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Heyy! I recently came across your blog and a absolutely love your writing! 🥰

Would it be possible to request an angst hc with the Obey me brothers? So maybe the bros were having a bad day and they lash out at the MC. The MC leaves them alone and the brothers don’t hear from them for hours and think MC just doesn’t want to talk to them but in reality MC got attacked and is barely alive. And maybe MC summons the brother with what little strength they have left so the brother is met with an MC laying in front of them almost dead.

Ah I’m sorry I know this is a lot so feel free to ignore this if it’s too much! Have a good day :D

A/N: YES YES YES I LOVE THIS THANK YOU ANON

The Demon Bros Saving Your Life (this will have swear words and light descriptions of violence so if that makes you uncomfortable read at your own discretion pls I love u guys)

Lucifer

“MC, please just leave me alone” he spat, trying to stay calm but losing his patience quickly

“Lucifer, I’m not letting you shove me away. You can do that to your brothers, but not to me” you insist, remembering your conversation where he said to ignore him when he tried to push you away

“I’ll do what I want to you, human, don’t forget your place” he boomed, so loud your eyes reactively filled with tears

“Fine, do what you want” you mutter at him before storming out, slamming the door behind you

He knew he fucked up, but wasn’t in the headspace to chase after you, so he stayed in his office and worked. He’d apologize later

You ran out of the HoL, just wanting to be out of Lucifer’s reach for a bit. You decide to go to Purgatory Hall to visit Simeon, your best friend outside of the HoL, but take the scenic route there to clear your head a bit and calm down. Before you know it the sun is setting, and figure you should get to Simeon’s sooner rather than later.

“Hey, aren’t you Lucifer’s bitch” you hear from an alleyway, and suddenly you’re just as annoyed as before. But you know better than to engage with any demons that are egging you on like that, so you keep walking

Then you’re grabbed from behind and slammed against a brick wall, hitting your head roughly against the surface

“Fuck” you exhale, vision already blurring

“Think you can ignore me, human? You’re weak here, nothing” the demon drove a fist into your stomach, causing you to cough

“I’ll show you not to come back to the Devildom ever again, filthy human”

By the time he was done you were a bloody mess crumpled on the ground, in the fetal position to protect your vital organs as much as you could, but you felt yourself losing consciousness

The demon spat on you before leaving, laughing as he walked away. Your body was in so much pain, and you felt yourself losing your grip on reality

You could felt your lips moving as your vision turned to black, and your last coherent thought before blacking out was realizing you were summoning Lucifer

“I...summon the Avatar of Pride...” you inhaled as much as you could, but his name came out a whisper, “Lucifer”

You saw his legs appear before you lost consciousness, thankful you were actually able to summon him

“What the fuck” was his first comment, as he didn’t see you at his feet, but as soon as he did he felt his heart shatter

“MC! Fuck, MC. MC?” he shook you very lightly, and when you didn’t respond he went into overdrive. He picked you up gently in his arms after examining where you were most badly injured, as to not make anything worse

He was in demon form from the moment he saw you, wanting as much of his strength at his disposal as he could have. He flew you to the nearest hospital (idk if there’s a hospital in the devildom but there is now) and demanded you be placed in the best care possible, and also made it very clear that he wasn’t going to leave your side

He watched as doctors sewed your wounds closed and put an IV in your arm, unable to take his eyes off their every move. After a few hours, the doctor turned to Lucifer

“They should wake up within a few hours,” the doctor said before leaving

“Thank you. Please mail the bill to Lord Diavolo and I’ll take care of it” he said, figuring that was easier than having to fill out the HoL on paperwork

He was then alone with you, and he scooted his chair next to your bed and took your hand in his, holding it gently

“I’m so sorry, MC” he whispered and pressed his lips to the top of your hand as he tried not to cry

He sat there for what felt like hours, but just twenty minutes passed before he felt you move slightly

Your eyes fluttered open, and you took a moment to adjust to the lights

You felt warmth around your hand, and recognized it instantly, looking to your side and locking eyes with Lucifer

“Luci” you whisper, voice hoarse from not having used it for hours

“MC, I’m so sorry” his voice was soft and you could tell how distraught he was, “I never should have snapped at you, it was out of place and rude and I’m sorry” he rambled on like this for a minute, and you just appreciated his genuine care for you as you listened to him speak

“Lucifer” you cut him off, “Thank you for taking care of me. I forgive you”

Mammon

“Just get a job! Then your brothers won’t shit on you all the time” you suggested. Mammon had come to you venting about how some of his brothers had ganged up on him again and demanded that they pay him back. You were more understanding than you probably should have been with him, but wanted him to be proactive and get himself out of this on his own

“It isn’t that easy! Damnit MC, I thought you understood me!” he snapped, and you decided you should just let him cool down

“Look, Mammon. I’m always here for you with this, but you can’t keep complaining about this and not doing anything about it when there’s an easy solution. I have to go study with Satan for a test we have, so I’m going to go meet him. Text me when you’ve calmed down”

You meant it to be caring, but his mind was clouded, and he took it as you pitying him and running away - his greatest fear

“Fine!” he huffed, turning his back to you

You were saddened by this, but genuinely had to go, so you turned and left, thankful for the bit of time that you knew Mammon needed alone to clear his head

You were walking to the library, in the middle of a text to Satan when you accidentally bumped into another demon

“Shit, my bad” you apologize, but the demon had no intention of letting you get away with that

“A human, eh?” he grabbed your shirt collar and instantly drove a fist to your jaw

“What the fuck” you tried to say, but couldn’t really speak

The demon punched you a few more times, and you thought that they had the strength of Beel with how much it hurt

Your body was tossed to the ground and kicked before being abandoned, and you wished you didn’t take the back way to the library

“I summon the Avatar of Greed, Mammon” you whispered, hoping your words were enunciated enough for the summoning to work

“MC!” he noticed you instantly, crouching down and putting a hand on your arm, “MC what happened. Wait don’t talk, can you stand?”

You began to sit up, which he took as a yes, and he wrapped his arm around you to help you stand

He studied your injured face as you stood, and wished he had the power to heal you instantly

“Come on MC, the hospital is close”

“T-Text Satan I’m not coming” you handed him your phone, not wanting Satan to think that you ditched him

Mammon exhaled a laugh through his nose, “You’re always thinking of others, MC” he commented, “We really don’t deserve you”

You just shook your head, feeling like you didn’t deserve the joy the demons brought you

Mammon stayed by your side until you were completely healed, which took a few weeks. He even signed up for a job with Akuzon DC. It was the most selfless you’d ever seen him, and you thanked him for his kindness once you were healed with a gift card to his favorite store

Leviathan

“Just stop! I get it, you have other friends, I don’t care. Go have fun with them” he snapped. Levi hadn’t slept in about 48 hours and you could tell

“Levi, please sleep. I’ll be back in a few hours” you try to comfort him, but he isn’t hearing it

“Whatever, MC”

You’re hurt by his attitude, but know he’s just exhausted. You turn to leave and plan to head back to him a bit sooner to spend extra time with him (quality time love language lookin demon) (also the avatar of envy but that’s not as funny of a joke so)

You were planning to meet with some classmates to study, but you ran into a demon on your way that had been bullying you for being human for the whole semester

You hadn’t told any of the brothers because you didn’t want to make a big deal about it, but you were worried suddenly what the demon would do to you outside of the school grounds

“Hey, it’s the human” she snarled, stepping in front of you to stop your path

“Sorry, I’m busy” you tried to walk around her, but she had no intention of letting you go unscathed

“Not so fast” she stomped her foot over yours to stop you and shoved you back against a light pole nearby

You felt the cold metal slam against your spine and grunted in discomfort

“Can’t take a little pain? That’s too bad” she said, taking you by your shirt and throwing your body on the road

She kicked your body for what felt like minutes while spitting insults at you, before leaving your weakened body on the ground

You tried to get up once she was gone but screamed in pain, not able to move a muscle

“I summon the Avatar of Envy, Leviathan,” you said, tears starting to run down your face at his name

“Levi, Levi please, help me” you whispered as he appeared

“MC, I’m here” he kneeled down beside you and inspected your body, “I’m here, don’t worry”

“Levi” your hand tightened around his jacket, “Help”

He picked you up, maintaining your position in his arms, and took you to the hospital as fast as he could while keeping you comfortable

He stayed by your side as much as he was legally allowed to while the doctors cared for your torso and x-rayed your foot. After a day or so you were allowed home, and he insisted that he stayed by your side until you were completely healed

Satan

“MC, I’ve asked you eight times to leave me alone, I’m clearly trying to read, can’t you take the hint?” he sighed exasperatedly and waited for you to leave, not intending his words to be so harsh but he figured you’d be fine

You were not fine! What the fuck Satan.

“Fine, screw you then” you retorted and left, slamming the door behind you

He realized that you weren’t fine, but wanted to finish his book. Then he’d apologize. But when we went to your room later that night to talk, you didn’t answer.

“MC, come on, open up. I’m sorry for earlier, can we just talk?”

Beelzebub was walking by, “I haven’t seen them since this morning, they left the house crying” he said awfully casually, “I never saw them come back”

Satan felt the blood drain from his face and he ran out of the HoL, ignoring Beel’s “I’m sure they’re fine now!” from behind him

He barely made it out of the doors before he was summoned, and he was confused before he realized the only way he could be summoned was by you

As soon as he was there he saw you, thrown against a dumpster, barely able to hold yourself up

“Satan” you called, voice weak, and he was at your side in less than a second

He stood in front of you and you got on his back, wrapping your arms over his neck

“Tell me what happened. Who did this” his voice was firm and you could almost feel the anger radiating off him

You muttered a name under your breath before resting your head on his shoulder, trying everything you could to not pass out

“Satan, talk to me. I can’t stay awake”

That scared him, so he walked to the hospital a bit faster, but gently still as to not cause you any extra pain

He started telling you about his book since that was all he did that day, but it ended up turning into a long apology for pushing you away and raising his voice earlier. You would have cut him off but you didn’t have the strength to, so you just listened to his words, noticing the thought he had clearly put into them throughout the day

“Satan-” you started, and he instantly stopped to listen, “I forgive you”

He was silent, a sense of relief and appreciation for you washing over him and he thanked you for your understanding of his anger as you arrived at the hospital

Similar to Lucifer, he demanded you to be seen by the best doctor there was on staff, price be damned. He watched intensely as the doctor checked you out, eyeing them up and down to make sure they were good enough and treating you with the same care he would

Once you were released he had Diavolo send a car to drive the two of you back to the HoL, where Satan had had your room prepared with new pillows (the kind you mentioned liking from his room, as well as new ones of the ones you had), freshly washed sheets and duvet, and a cup of your favorite drink waiting for you (he definitely didn’t bribe his brothers to get your room ready, not that it took much bribing)

In addition, each of the brothers had pitched in to get you flowers and a stuffed animal that you’d mentioned wanting, a few weeks ago. The sight of it all made you tear up, and you wrapped Satan in the tightest hug he’d ever gotten

Asmodeus

“I appreciate you trying to cheer me up, MC, but I just need some time by myself,” he said, and you could tell he was losing his patience

“Are you sure?” you offer one last time before leaving, wanting to make sure he really wanted to be alone

“Yes! I am!” he snapped, and you felt bad for pushing

“Sorry, Asmo. Feel better” you leave and take care to close the door as quietly as you can on your way out

You were having a bit of a bad day yourself, so you decide to go walk around the devildom and let the fresh air clear your head

Which ended up being a bad idea, as you ran into one of the demons that always hit on you in one of your classes.

“Hey, MC, you finally aren’t with any of those idiot brothers” he approached you and tried to touch your arm, but you pushed it away

“Oh, they’re fiesty. I’ll have to teach you a lesson” he spat on the ground next to you and before you knew it he pushed you against a wall and was punching you senseless

It felt like he’d never stop, but eventually it did, and he left you to bleed on the road. You tried to stand up, not thinking your injuries would be that servere, but you couldn’t move. You sighed and closed your eyes, exhaustion suddenly washing over you

You knew you probably had a concussion and some broken ribs, and that you shouldn’t lose consciousness, so you did the only thing you could think to do. You summoned Asmo.

“I summon the Avatar of Lust, Asmodeus” you spoke, and there he was

“MC! Babes, what happened? Where are you hurt” he knelt in front of you and looked over your body

“Ribs...and my head...” you whined, leaning forward for him to take you in his arm

Asmodeus was stronger than you realized, and he picked you up easily and started walking you back to the HoL. “Let’s get you laying down and I’ll call a doctor” he said gently, “Then Satan and I will take care of the idiot who did this”

Until you were healed he was by your side, bringing you anything you even thought of wanting and getting the classwork you missed from your classes

Beelzebub

“Hey Beel, what’s up!” you walked into the kitchen and greeted your favorite demon cheerily

He grunted, usually a sign that he should be left alone, but you wanted some Beel time and figured you’d just be cautious and give him his space

“How was your day” you asked innocently

“Not now, MC. I’m not in the mood” his voice was firm, and you took the message

“Got it, I’ll leave” you said apologetically, and left the kitchen. You were a bit upset by him pushing you away, but knew he just needed space. You decided to walk to get takeout for dinner, and made your way to the restaurant on your own.

That was a mistake. You weren’t even halfway there when you figured later you were just in the wrong place at the wrong time

“Is that a human? Here?” you heard from across the road, and sighed, hoping to get off easy

“Hey, human!” the demons walked over to you and you stopped, deciding to at least acknowledge them so they’d think they could insult you and move along

“Wow, I’ve never met a human in real life before” one of them smirked, “I wonder just how weak they really are”

“I wouldn’t test it, just because I’m a human doesn’t mean I don’t know some demons who would make your lives miserable if you hurt me”

The other demon scoffed, “You’re lying. What demon would befriend a human”

You were getting irritated at the attitude being thrown at you, so you decided to fight back with a little sass of your own, “Lucifer, Satan, Beelzebub, and Lord Diavolo, to name a few” you smirked and crossed your arms

“Bullshit” one of the two demons got in your face, “there’s no way a demon like that would look twice at you”, and before you could begin to think of a comeback you felt a sharp pain in your side

You looked down to see a gash in your side, thankfully seeming to not have hit an organ, but it was still bleeding pretty badly. You didn’t know what to do, but didn’t really have the chance to do much because a few strong punches were delivered to your core immediately after

“Fuck” you mumbled as you crumpled to the ground, and heard the demons laughing as they walked away. You felt yourself bleeding pretty heavily, and knew you wouldn’t be able to make it back to the HoL

“I summon the Avatar of Gluttony. Beelzebub” you said, hoping you remembered how to use your pact correctly

He appeared before you and you let out a sigh of relief, then wincing in pain at your own action

“MC!” he instantly took off his grey hoodie and pressed it to your wound, “There’s an underground hospital close, is it safe for me to lift you or can you walk”

“I think I can walk, but can you keep an arm around me” you ask, and he obviously does

You get to the hospital and are instantly checked in and brought to a care room. Beel holds your hand and lets you squeeze it as tightly as you need as your wound is sewn up, and then the nurses give you pain medication for the next few weeks

You didn’t know the names of the demons who hurt you, but Lucifer found out easily with his many connections, and he and the rest of his siblings, along with Lord Diavolo, made sure that the two demons never so much as thought about you ever again

Belphegor

“Belphie, please let me in” you knocked on his door again, not knowing what had caused him to storm off in the first place

The door opened, but before you could say anything Belphie was talking

“MC, I’m fucking pissed right now, and the last person I want to be around is you” his voice was sharp, and you almost teared up at how genuine his words seemed

“Fine, okay, I’m sorry for trying to help” you responded before turning and running down the stairs from his room in the attic, wanting to give him space but also run away from him

You were going to try not to cry, but as soon as you stepped outside the HoL you couldn’t hold back anymore. Sniffling, you walked to the park nearby to sit at a bench and think. You pulled out your D.D.D. to text Beelzebub and ask him to check up on Belphie, but didn’t even unlock it before someone sat down next to you

You didn’t recognize who it was, and you wiped under your eyes as the demon began to speak

But they didn’t say anything near what you expected. Well, you didn’t know what you were expecting, but it wasn’t to be called a filthy human by a stranger

The demon proceeded to call you names, but you were too mentally exhausted to fight back, so you just sat and listened as they tried to get a reaction from you

“What, aren’t you listening to me? Stupid human” and the demon started punching you. Hard.

You tried to fight back at first, but compared to the strength of a demon you couldn’t really do much. Once you started losing consciousness the other demon left you to sit, laughing at your wounds

You didn’t know what to do, you didn’t want to bother Belphie if he was still in a bad mood, but you needed help. You pulled out your D.D.D. and saw a text from him, reading: ‘MC, I’m sorry. Please come back, give me a chance to explain’

As you couldn’t move, you realized your only option was to summon him, so that’s exactly what you did

“I summon the Avatar of Sloth, Belphegor” you suddenly got nervous, unsure why since you and Belphie were so close, but you knew he’d help you no matter what

“MC? MC holy shit” he sat next to you on the bench and you instantly leaned into him and started sobbing

“MC I’m so sorry, this never should have happen” he had an arm around you

You sniffled, “It isn’t your fault, I was just clearing my head” you reassured him, still hurt by his previous words but not at all blaming him for the other demon’s attack

He brought you back to the HoL and gave you ice packs for the bruises that were starting to surface, making sure you had everything you needed for the next many days until you were healed

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A/N: This took me longer than I thought it would to write but I also kept taking breaks and had three classes today lol. But here it is !!! I love writing angst hehe so this was really fun

#obey me #obey me shall we date #obey me headcanons #obey me lucifer #lucifer x mc #obey me mammon #mammon x mc #obey me leviathan #leviathan x mc #obey me satan #satan x mc #obey me asmodeus #asmodeus x mc #obey me beelzebub #beelzebub x mc #obey me belphegor #belphegor x mc

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gnocchighoul · 4 years

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Hmm.. kind of a random thing but that's how my brain works sometimes but hear me out! The Bros (plus undatables and Luke if you want) get turned into cats. What type of cat would they be, how would mc react, and how would they react to being a cat.

I had SO much fun writing this one. Thank you for this excellent prompt 💗

This is just the demon bros getting turned into cats, but I might make a part two with the undateables! :D

Lucifer

Oh he’s going to be so pissed off.

Seriously, even as a cat, his murder-death-murder-death stare is beyond intense. He will sit himself high up on furniture to glare down on everyone like the prettiest gargoyle you’ve ever seen.

Nobody is allowed to come near him. He will swat and hiss at anyone and everyone who approaches, unless they are approaching to turn him back into a demon.

BUT if you had nothing to do with this curse that’s fallen upon him, then he’ll probably let you near, as long as you’re not like, weird about it. Seriously, don’t baby talk at him, he’s not actually a cat.

Cat-Lucifer will probably just want to constantly stand on your shoulders and wrap his tail around your neck, which isn’t super comfortable because he’s not exactly small and dainty.

Also, every time you say something stupid he’s gonna bite your ear lol

Tbh he’s probably going to make you carry him everywhere like that and he’s gonna control where you go -- you know, kinda like ratatouille LMAO

Mammon

You know those cats that climb literally everything and anything?

Yeah.

When he first gets turned into a cat, he freaks the fuck out. But when he finally calms down and isn’t meowing up an angry storm, he’s gonna realize that this is a great opportunity. for evil.

He's gonna book it the second he realizes that he can literally be a cat-thief.

Nothing is safe from his grabby little gremlin paws.

He steals so much shit (wallets, Asmo’s jewelry, Levi’s limited edition collectors items--anything he can carry in his mouth or drag around) and then he stashes it all in your room, because unfortunately, becoming a cat didn’t make him any smarter.

Lucifer tasks you with just sitting in your room and keeping track of everything cat-Mams steals so that you can return everything to their rightful owners.

You quickly become used to cat-Mams sauntering in and out of your room every five minutes with his newfound riches.

So it’s a bit concerning when Mams darts out of your room after stashing a wallet in his hoard, and doesn’t come back after thirty minutes.

Naturally, you go looking for him.

You’ve only been searching for about twenty minutes, when pathetic meowing reaches your ears. You follow the sound, and--

You find him stuck in a cardboard box.

(before fishing him out, you take tons of pictures. He’s very upset.)

Levi

Levi is so distraught. He’s literally going to just wail and roll around on the floor until somebody picks him up.

He’s literally the crying cat meme.

Once he’s in your arms, do not put him down. He’s very sad and his reflexes really aren’t good. You know how you can just kinda toss cats onto the floor and they’ll land on their feet just fine?

He will not.

Is suuuuper jumpy and only trusts you (and maybe Beel, but he’s lowkey afraid that Beel is going to eat him.)

You should probably get him one of those bubble back-packs that cats can sit in and carry him around in that.

He has the worst time as a cat. He just wants to play his video games :(

(But if you give him lots of smooches, it’ll make his suffering a little bit easier to deal with. But like, he’s gonna turn into an overwhelmed ragdoll when u start giving him the smooches)

Satan

Honestly? He isn’t that opposed to being a cat for a little while.

But he’s also like. So hyperactive. Goes from 0-1000 in half a second.

He’s got the zoomies.

He’s gonna parkour his way around the house of lamentation, testing how fast he can zoom, how high and far he can jump (and how far he can fall without hurting himself)

He’s gonna do a backflip off lucifer at the speed of light and then sprint away as fast as he can to go wreck some shit

If you want to hold him, you’re going to have to catch him mid-air. If he doesn’t just squirm out of your arms and actually lets you pet him, he’s gonna stare you dead in the eyes, extend his claws, and then pat your leg with his lil toe beans.

You’re not entirely sure if that means ‘keep petting me’ or ‘stop it right now’ so you just kinda scratch his ears instead

Asmo

Even as a cat he’s beautiful and everybody has to see just how pretty he is.

He’s constantly striking poses.

Looking back over his shoulder. Stretching his leggies out so you can see how long and lean they are. Contorting his body in the WEIRDEST ways because he’s even more flexible now.

He does not run anywhere, he struts very daintily and model-like.

He’s gonna be so affectionate. Constantly rubbing his cheeks all over you, and leaning against you, but be careful while you give him pets because if you mess up his fur he’s gonna swat your hands away.

He’s also definitely going to be really annoying and constantly walk in front of your feet and trip you up. Where are you going, why aren’t you admiring him, dammit

You know how most cats hate water?

Not asmo.

He’s gonna make you fill the bathtub up to his chin so he can float around on his tiptoes with just the upper half of his head out of the water like a crocodile.

Then you have to blow-dry him until he’s all nice and fluffy and give him a good brush.

He will absolutely tolerate you dressing him up and taking pictures as long as you make him look nice. He won’t allow you to put him in stupid costumes (he’s gonna bite you when you bust out a lobster costume) but a pearl necklace? Hell yeah.

Beel

Feed him dammit, he’s starving.

Cat-Beel is going to gnaw on EVERYTHING. Furniture. Books. Clothes. Your hands and ankles.

It’s not anxiety -- honestly he really doesn’t mind being a cat -- he’s just so hungy.

Also he’s MASSIVE.

You don’t actually know that he’s been turned into a cat until you go to the kitchen for a snack and find an orange & white cat the size of a literal child raiding the fridge.

Which brings me to my next point -- he’s gonna be SUCH a snuggle bug. Like those really big dogs that insist on sitting in your lap and crushing you. If he isn’t eating then he just wants to flop on top of you and crush you with his love.

You can baby-talk at him if you want, as long as you give him treats and snuggle him.

He purrs so. Much.

Will also let u just roll him around and do whatever you want to him dkjncdsn he’s honestly the chillest out of them all

Belphie

God he’s so fucking upset at first, like claws out, hissing and spitting at everyone, full on tantruming upset, BUT THEN. but then. You pick him up and press a kiss to his sweet little triangle head and he bleps and it's all over.

Good luck getting anything done. Cat-Belphie is going to demand your full attention for snuggles CONSTANTLY.

No, he doesn’t care that you’re trying to research ways to turn him back, he’s gonna plop his little butt on the tome you’re attempting to read until you give him love, dammit.

Honestly, Belphie being a cat isn’t that much different from normal. The biggest difference is that now he can squeeze into weirder places to nap, which makes it very difficult to keep track of him.

After searching for two fucking hours, you, Satan, Levi, and Beel find him stretched out across the arms of one of the chandeliers in the dining room, like it’s some kind of weird hammock.

He’s fast asleep. Nobody knows how he got up there.

(To get down, he ends up yeeting himself into Beel’s arms.)

If Bells isn’t napping, then he’s hiding under furniture, waiting for his next victim to walk by so he can attack their ankles.

(also the most likely to bite u when he wants your attention)

((part 2 with the undateables))

#obey me headcanons #obey me hc #obey me shall we date #swd obey me #obey me lucifer #obey me mammon #obey me leviathan #obey me satan #obey me asmodeus #obey me beelzebub #obey me belphegor #obey me #gnocchicanons

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arcadejohn127-9 · 3 years

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ok so,,, *slides u mc idea* (YOU DON'T HAVE TO DO THIS IF YOU DON'T WANT TO!!! I JUST WANTED TO SHARE THIS!!!)

MC that doesn't have any energy during the day, just moping around all tired. But from like, 12 AM to 6 AM, really energized and would go out and do the most Chaotic Shit TM. You know when you just come up with some crack idea at 2 AM? MC every goddamn night. Probably tried making a bathtub fly.

(if you do want to do this, please do the brothers and the undateables ^^)

XD WHY IS THIS ME???!!!!! I'm always so tired and never leave my bed but it could be 1 am and suddenly I rise from the dead and just do random things around the house

Though these aren't chaotic, mostly just the boys trying to stop you as they're tired and want to sleep but you're messing around too much. I tried to base it off my own activities and things that would seem funny - sorry if you wanted something more chaotic but I couldn't think of anything

Lucifer:

When he learned about your strange late morning/early morning shenanigans

He saw it was a way for you to finally get your school work done

Every room - and I mean EVERY - had a textbook from your different class with notes, he goes to bed late so he put them their before he tucked in for the night

He could hear your distress at the continuous reminder of work you needed to do

You knew this was his work so you went to his room

Climbing on his bed and just walked over his body

"Stop it, I'm trying to learn how to replicate the set ups from home alone."

"You can do that after doing your coursework, I'm being merciful with you, don't push it."

You just threw yourself down beside him

Pretending to suddenly fall asleep and began to loudly fake snore

You remained like that whilst Lucifer tried to ignore you

He took this as a sign of war

He was going to monitor you all day if he has to, he refuses to let your bad grades affect their image

But you got bored of snoring and left

He felt relief; his desire to sleep over weighing his desire to force you to study

When you came back with a toy gun you altered to shoot golf balls he knew thing's weren't going well

"The-more-you-pressure-me-the-more-I-won't-study."

You shot at his lower body between each words

This was definitely war

Mammon:

He was sleeping just fine until he heard his car rev up

He bolted awake and saw that his car was on, a string of curses coming from inside

He knew of your weird habit of becoming energised at ridiculous times but he wasn't expecting you to do this

He could tell it was you by your voice

He stormed up the stairs towards his car

"Oi! What are you doing in my car? Go to bed!"

You finally were able to turn off the car, just leaning on the wheel casually as if you didn't just accidentally turn it on

"I'm just cruising~ nothing to see here!"

He wasn't amused

He got you out of his car and strung you over his shoulder, scolding you for being so irresponsible and slightly bragging about how much trouble you'd be in if it weren't for him

You tried to explain you were just pretending to drive but you saw the keys still inside and got curious

He just threw you on his bed and held you, hiding his blush in his pillow

You let him fall asleep but when you tried to escape it ended up with your shoulders in a head lock and your ass stuck in the air

It seems your productive night has came to an end

Levithan:

It was a fifty - fifty chance that levithan was awake or not

But Lucifer gave him an earful about staying up late as it's effecting grades

So you betted he was asleep and your desire to game and wonder aroulnd his room set itself in motion

What made it awkward, was when you came in you heard a suspicious girly moan come from his headphones

You both just stared at each other, unmoving

"Uh- this isn't- this is just a dream, this is definitely not happening."

You checked out the game he was playing; recognizing it to be a dating sim he's been following the development of

You just nodded, shuffling over to his set up

"Scoot over dream levi, I wanna see the hot babes."

He got even more embarassed; face completely red as you sat on your player 2 chair

You put your hand on his, forcing his finger to click the mouse and watched what was happening on screen, listening to the loud music from his headphones

Luckily, the voice acting was just suspicious - like most animes - and it was a fairly cute game

You did end up swirling around in your chair aroulnd his room

Both of you coming up with strategies to get the best girl to like you

Though, too much moving and spinning made you and the chair fall over

You bonked Into his bathtub, your ribs squishing against the rim after the trip

Levi let you make all the gaming decisions to make up for it

Satan:

He planned to have some late night reading, hoping it'll make him tired enough to actually sleep

He found you sitting on the floor in the library

Torn books and littered paper was surrounding you

Then he noticed the paper stars and cranes pouring out from your lap as you froze mid fold

"That's....a thousand stars and cranes - where did you get all this paper from?"

"......the books belonged to me before you assume anything!"

He slowly nodded

He wasn't a fan of the destruction of books but they were yours so he couldn't say anything

He felt odd just leaving you in the barely lit library

Just folding paper who knows how long

He asked if you were hungry, guessing you've been awake for a long time

You just shoved paper into your mouth and began chewing

He was horrified

You immediately spat it out, cringing

"that was a bad idea.... that was gross."

He's going to get you food

When he came back he felt more energised; walking around will do that for you

So he decided to just stay with you whilst you folded the many pages of your destroyed books

It was around 6 am when you finally yawned; Satan fell asleep already

You looked at the fire place, your tired brain screaming for arson

He woke up as he heard your fits of poorly muffled giggles

You were throwing your stars in the fire as you sat a fair distance from it

When you threw the cranes, accepting some didn't fly far enough and didn't burn, he asked what you were doing

"It's survival of the fittest, only the strongest cranes survive in this paper world."

Asmodeus:

You were already in his room, you've been sleeping in it almost all day

So when you finally got out you looked around, spotting the makeup kit he got in a sponsorship

He lets his brother's or you use it as it's a spare

But if you touch his stuff; you will perish

So you decided to use that one, practising all sorts of looks and tried not to laugh when you made yourself a clown

You decided to stay in the clown makeup and go into his practice room

What was his practice room?

Well, he hates exercising Infront of people as he'll be sweaty and his hair will get ruined

So that's where he goes but the real magic was the pole in the middle of it

You felt a spark of inspiration

Looking up tutorials on your phone on how to pole dance

It did not go great

You were sliding too fast

Falling over and when you tried to spin, you would just get stuck

"I love you but if you keep disturbing my beauty sleep I will throw you out the window."

He was grouchy; his hair was barely smoothed out and arms crossed

You hugged the pole you were slowly sliding down; a long loud screech coming down

You definitely felt like a clown

"Sorry- you look handsome already so is there really any need for beauty sleep?"

He blushed, agreeing he was beautiful before giving you a "I will end you" smile

You got the hint, flattery wasn't going to work

Perhaps your pole dancing adventures can wait

Beezlebub:

He was aware of your strange energy burst at night, you were talking about it with him the other day

He's been wondering if he would ever spot you and tonight he did

He found you in the kitchen

Just chipping away at the frost on the top of the freezer trays with a small knife

He crouched down behind you, picking you up

Beel let you sit on his thigh and began to eat anything he could get his hands on

Meanwhile you were aggressively stabbing the formed ice

"Why are you doing that?"

He grabbed a handful of the ice chunks that fell from your stabbing

"Not sure what I want to do tonight and the build up was bothering me."

He didn't need to know anymore, just nodding and letting you do your own thing whilst he ate

He cleared out the entire fridge in no time

Letting you eat anything you wanted whilst you were hard at work

He noticed one part of the ice wasn't giving it to your stabbings

He just gripped it and easily broke it off

You thanked him and ignored how he was able to eat the big block with breaking it

Whenever something was too stubborn he would just break it off for you

It went on like that until you were satisfied

You closed the empty freezer and turned to your assistant

"Good work, but I'll need your help again, I can't reach the top cupboard and I know it's big enough to let me sit in it."

He got to eat more so he had no issue, helping you get into the cupboard once he was done clearing it out

Belphegor:

You were so energised yet you couldn't think of what to do

You put a spell on you to stop you from feeling pain and began to let yourself roly-poly down the hallways

You penciled rolled abit too fast at one pointand ended up thumping down the stairs

You were thankful the spell worked

It got to the point you just kept rolling around until you couldn't anymore

You padded the broom closet

Immediately doing a double take when you noticed a body In the darkness

You went over and turned on the closets light

"is there a reason you're sleeping in the broom closet?"

Belphie was grumbling, trying to hide his face from the light

He glared up at you for disturbing his sleep

"Is there a reason you're rolling around the house?"

"Touchè."

You ended up dragging belphie around the house

You felt like you committed a crime and it was fun

He was fast asleep and you were bored

You dragged him by the ankle and tried to keep his body from banging into anything along the way

You ended up bumping into Beel, he was looking for his twin, and he noticed you were dragging him

Belphie slightly woke up, waving at his brother before going back to sleep

Beel carried the two of you back to the his bedroom; hugging you both

If it weren't for these warm beefy arms you would be free! Free to terrorise all the shadows in the room

You gave up your night activities when even Belphie wrapped an arm around you

UNDATEABLES↓

Diavolo:

Dia was sneaking around the house, hoping not to run into his butler

He didn't want be to be sent back to bed

He was planning to have a light night snack and see how you were going

He knew you were always doing something during the nights, it surprised him when he found out because you were always in bed whenever he saw you

He checked your bedroom and didn't see you in your bed

Suddenly, he noticed a pile of black by his feet

He saw you, scrunched up on your back with the little D's covering your body, all hugging you

"oh! I almost didn't spot you under there, are you alright?"

"I'm great~ you should join me."

The little D's You were able to scratch were purring in their sleep

He found the sight adorable as he crouched down

"I'm teaching them to love me so they can willingly become armour for when I take over the Devildom - we'll be like the rat king!"

He just quietly laughed; the prince helping you pet and scratch the little D's

He agreed you'd make a good ruler

Though he had to force himself to be silent as you started chanting whispers of 'You will be my armor' and 'rat king'

Decided to leave you and your brain washing, going to the kitchen like he intended

Though when he walked past your room again you and the little Ds weren't there

He found you in his room, pouting and dangling off the chandelier

He helped you down, asking what was wrong

You told him the little D's banished you from the cuddle pile because you kept trying to make them move as one being

He patted your head and told you you'll become the overlord some day

Barbatos:

"Why are you making pudding at 3 am?"

He already knew why, just like he knew you were here hence why he visited you

But that didn't stop him from asking

He knew you liked it when he showed his intrigue in things even if he already knew about them

"my hands demand to CREATE- oops sorry - hopefully that didn't wake anyone."

He was always surprised to see you up and about during the nights

He was always the one looking after you in the morningsa; making sure you ate and had a drink

Whilst you just laid in bed, always barely awake and unmotivated

He stayed with you, watching over you as you made your pudding

Making soft spoken discussion as he guided you through any steps you seemed to become hesitant in

You ended up making 10 batches of pudding

Barbatos eating a few whilst he watched you

When you grew bored of pudding making you ate the cups he didn't eat

Saving a few for lord Diavolo in the fridge

He complimented your pudding, telling you that they were very delicious

You felt proud; having a spark to make more food

He told you what would be best during this time of night and helped you

Though it did end up with the both of you covered in flour and barb slipping on a dropped egg

You both thought it was best to clean up and stop for the night

He was very embarassed he made a fool of himself

Solomon:

He didn't expect to find you in his working space

He knew you would be awake but didn't even think of you doing what you're doing right now

"is there a reason you're drinking my potions like their shots? I must say this is rather interesting - how many did you have?"

You wiped your mouth, your hiccup coming out as exploding bubbles

You looked at the small glass viles, and saw ALOT of them empty

More than you realized

"uh- 3?"

he just chuckled, reading the notes you made

The notes was recording what each potion did to you

He was thankful you remembered this was his safe batch

Unknown to him you in fact did NOT remember and was having a Russian roulette game with them

He sat with you, making a cure for your explosive hiccups

You happily drunk it and felt better

He laughed more when he saw your scribbles; drawing what happened to you

Solomon will be making you his potion tester from now one so beware

Simeon:

He was an early riser; awake by 3 am and usually did some writing or watched TV until he got tired again

He had a mug of tea, shuffling through the dorm

He's hung out with you plenty of times whilst you cure your late night boredom

But he was surprised when he saw you in the living room, mini flashlight in your mouth and scrubbing the floors with a sponge mop

"Oh, you don't need to clean - that's very sweet of you but don't you think it's abit early to do this?"

You looked at him, semi blinding him with the flashlight

Immediately took it out of your mouth and apologized

You agreed it was but you wanted to do it as you've been meaning to for the past week

He just nodded, letting you do your own thing whilst he enjoyed his drink

But you suddenly felt awkward; no longer wanting to clean now that someone was in the room

You made your way over to him, climbing on the coffee table and jumping onto the sofa

He was curious on why you weren't doing your thing anymore

"dunno know, just feels awkward when people watch me do stuff."

He suggested leaving you be, saying he'll stay in his room

But now you felt bad because he wanted to rest in the living room

In the end, he helped you clean and you both fell asleep in the bathtub, cuddling up with towels working as padding and a blanket

Luke:

You liked creeping Luke out

It was fun, so far you've convinced them that you're a type of demon that watches bad children whilst they sleep

But really you just wanted to feel like a cryptic, sitting in the corner of his room on a cupboard

It wasn't long for him to wake up from your staring

"I'm going to tell Simeon if you keep staring at me."

You wanted to laugh; he really was a child

Luke wasn't aware that you were a night owl, he just assumed you were always tired and sleeping

He liked to help you around the house and look after you when he could

It almost made you feel had

Almost

He's been extra stubborn about liking the Devildom to the point he's Been insulting his friends and trying to push them away

"Luke, you've been very bad, pushing your friends away just because they're a demon isn't good - embrace your friendships."

You weren't amazing at changing your voice but it seemed to work on him

He complained that it wasn't right for angels and demons to be friends

But you quickly reminded him what this whole exchange program was about

"you have been chosen to help fix the divide between the three realms, just hang out with the people you care about or I'll eat your toes!"

He immediately got scared, scrunching into himself and only peered slightly out of his blanket

He made you promise to leave him alone if he made up with the demons

You agreed, feeling bad for disturbing his sleep but thankful your plan worked

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asmo-ds · 3 years

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(1) satan has been feeling a bit down lately because he really wants a cat but he knows that lucifer won't allow the cat inside. mc knows how satan feels about cats so as a christmas present they take him to volunteer in an animal shelter and more specifically one that's for cats.

The Purrfect Gift *HOLIDAY SPECIAL*

Satan x gn!MC Fluff

Word Count: 1517~

Summary: Knowing Lucifer would never allow them to bring a cat into the house, MC decides to bring Satan to an animal rescue shelter to keep the kittens’ company on the cold winter holiday, and despite entering the shelter with only two House of Lamentation residents, they leave with three.

“Please, Lucifer! I just know he’d love it and he’s a grown-up he’s responsible enough to have at LEAST one-”

“MC, for the last time, the way Satan’s mind works is if he is allowed to have one cat he’s allowed to have twelve more. It happens every time I’ve ever said yes to giving him a cat.” The first-born shakes his head and MC can see the vein on his forehead popping out from frustration.

“Well, what the hell else could I get him?! He’s got every book anybody could ever want, he has all the detective movies and games I’ve ever seen, he just doesn’t exactly give me very many options…” MC rants, muttering towards the end.

“Just take him to a cat café or animal shelter or something. I really couldn’t care less, MC,” Lucifer growls, a dark aura of frustration and annoyance surrounding him as he scribbles his signature onto papers with more and more aggression by the second.

“AN ANIMAL SHELTER! THAT’S PERFECT!” MC jumps and gives Lucifer a hug, making his annoyance only grow as he yells not to touch him while they skip off into the hallway.

“C’mon! C’mon! You walk so slow, Satan,” MC tugs his sleeve like a child, making him sigh loudly.

“MC, not to be rude, but as much as I’d like to get there quickly, you have me blindfolded and walking down an icy sidewalk, if I move any faster I have no doubt I will fa-ALL” Satan explains, slipping on a patch of ice at the end of his sentence.

“Woah, careful, Satan, you have to watch your step,” MC snickers, watching his eyebrow twitch, indicating his eye had twitched along with it in annoyance. MC raises their head and looks up at the sign of the small building.

“We’re here!” MC sings letting go of their boyfriend’s hand and walking behind him to untie the blindfold. “Ta-da! We get to keep the kitties company on Christmas!”

Satan’s initial annoyance of the blindfold removal exposing him to the bright sun was quickly wiped away by the scene before him. MC opens the front door, the bell jingling above them as they step inside.

MC takes the blond’s hand and rushes to the room of cats.

“Hey kitties!” MC falls to their knees almost instantly, petting the cats that had come to see them. They look up at Satan and see his eyes sparkling as Cats pour out of cages and small hiding spots, making their way towards the pair.

“Hey Satan, they seem like they like you,” MC points out, giggling as Satan crouches next to them and lets cats crawl all over him.

“I’ve never known why, but all felines have always been so drawn to me, which is lucky considering I like them so much,” Satan softly smiles. “And I mean felines both big and small. One time Mammon won a tiger while gambling, and when he brought it in the house it tackled me and purred while nuzzling me. It was the best moment of my life.”

MC and Satan play with the cats for hours, both feeling a bit guilty that these cats had no home for the cold holiday.

While he was playing with an older cat, he heard a soft and broken meow accompanied by some soft thumping and dragging sounds. He turns around and sees a small, white kitten with only three legs attempting to reach him, but being pushed over by the numerous other cats trying to capture the demon’s attention.

Satan reaches over and picks her up, holding her and bringing her to an area of the room further from MC and the other cats.

“Hey there little girlie,” he says softly, petting the kitten gently and enjoying the vibrations of its purr. Satan plays around with the kitten and feeds it some treats before he hears the soft voice of a human, “we should probably, head home now,” MC comes towards him, only to be met with a big pout and puppy dog eyes. “No no no no NO! Lucifer made it very clear! I am not to bring home any furry friends, no matter how cute and fuzzy and lonely, and FUCK IT LETS BRING HER HOME,” MC gives into his pouting and watches it turn into a big smile.

The Avatar of wrath picks up the amputated kitten, baby talking to it the entire way to the front desk.

After some paperwork and purchasing of some essential cat stuff, MC and Satan head back to the House of Lamentation, stopping outside the front gate to make their game plan.

“So, put all of this stuff into your bag, and I’ll hold the kitten under my coat.”

MC stuffs the cat food into their backpack, alongside a few small toys they had bought. Satan unzips his coat and places the cat underneath the clothing, holding it tightly to his chest by crossing his arms underneath it to keep it up. “Be quiet kitty, okay?” He presses a finger to his lips and smiles down at the kitty.

They quickly walk towards the front door, opening it quietly and closing it softly behind them. Footsteps come down the hall, both MC and Satan giving each other a worried glance, knowing exactly who was approaching.

“MC, Satan. How was the animal shelter?” Lucifer asks with no sign of emotion.

“It was nice! I had no idea felines would be as attracted to him as he is to them.” MC giggles. Wow, they’re good at hiding things. I wonder what kind of things they did in the human world to get so good at this, Satan thinks to himself, a bit concerned about their lying skills.

“Yes. It was like a dream, having so many cats around on such a nice holiday,” Satan adds on with a mischievous smirk, “much better than any present you’ve gotten me in the past.”

“Good. Be sure to wash those clothes and shower off all the cat hair. You reek of felines,” Lucifer snarls as he walks away, obviously suspicious of the intense cat smell that his demon nose could easily pick up.

MC and Satan quickly rush to his room, going to the furthest corner to set up their new daughter and her toys.

They both watch the cat hobble around, sniffing the room and exploring as they whisper to each other. “She needs a name.”

“How about, MC JR.,” MC says confidently.

“No, she doesn’t seem like an MC, if she were an MC she’d be getting nearly killed every five minutes, yet so far there have been no fatal incidents,” Satan states, earning a big punch to the shoulder from the human.

“Okay fine, you come up with one, then!” MC looks at Satan with a playful glare.

“Fine. How about Icy, y’know since it was so icy today,” Satan suggests, earning a loud purr from the kitten in question.

“I think she likes it. Do you like being called Icy?” MC coos at Icy, receiving another purr followed by a happy meow.

“Who likes being called Icy?” a chilling voice says from behind the couple.

“Our daughter,” MC smiles, holding the kitten up to Lucifer, showing its cuteness to the annoyed man looming above them.

“I specifically told you that-” Seeing Satan’s disappointed face for even half a second gave MC the balls to stand up against Lucifer.

“NO! Satan is a grown man, and even if you’re the oldest brother and choose to look down on everyone I will NOT let you ruin this Christmas for him! I got him a cat! You will allow him to keep this cat unless you want me to give a bad essay on my time in the Devildom and go to Lord Diavolo about all of this and your stuck up attitude and pride that have no place interfering with the happiness of your brothers!” As MC finishes they notice Lucifer is in demon form, seconds away from attacking them, they flinch before their lover appears before them, gripping Lucifer’s wrist and preventing him from getting to them.

MC hears hissing from the ground and sees that even Icy is trying to stand up for her new parents.

MC takes to caring for the distressed kitten as the two men argued. They hear Lucifer give in and storm out before Satan dives down to where MC and the kitten lay, squeezing both of them tightly and lovingly.

“Fuck Lucifer,” MC grumbles making Satan laugh.

“Not literally, but yes fuck Lucifer.”

The rest of the night is spent petting and holding both MC and Icy as he truly feels serenity for the first time in centuries.

“I love you, both,” Satan mumbles, falling asleep and kissing both MC and Icy on the forehead.

“I wuv u too!” MC fakes a voice for Icy making Satan sleepily laugh before he dozes off.

“But I love you the most, Merry Christmas, Satan.” MC places a soft kiss on his cheek before falling asleep holding one tiny kitten and Satan one very large kitten.

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crowtrinkets · 3 years

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Wooden Brush

ty @alexaplaysgames for giving me this prompt idea 😏 Gender neutral MC, as always

Word Count: 1,824

MC goes to return a book to Felix but ends up doing more than just that.

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I trudged the hallways of Fathom allowing a rather large yawn to catch me by surprise. I finally finished one book given to me by Felix. A history book nonetheless, it was interesting but about as dry as any Earth history book. The moon wasn’t too high in the sky so I figured Felix was awake and I could return his book. Oh, who am I kidding of course he's awake. I finally find the door to his office and softly knock.

“Felix? Can I come in?” No answer. I take that as a yes and gently push on the door, wincing when the hinges squeak. I look around the darkened study, barely illuminated by a few candles. No Felix. Not at his desk, not at the kitchenette. The only spot left is the couch. I approach the soundless mound on top and find it to be Felix, fast asleep, with Stella resting on his stomach. She must have hopped up after he fell asleep. I stand behind the couch leaning forward so I can pet behind Stella's ears, earning a trill from her.

“Stella, I don’t think Felix wants you sleeping on him,” I whisper. Felix stirs, moving to lay on his side causing Stella to jump off and find a better sleep spot. I round the couch placing the book on the desk and approach Felix. Crouching down so I'm at his eye level. I examine his face before waking him. His soft features are barely illuminated by candlelight, the warm yellow dancing on his face, contrasted by the cool moonlight poking through the window. His usually furrowed brows are still and relaxed, and his signature smug smile is nowhere to be seen. Replaced by a slightly opened mouth, drooling on his sleeve. Oh if I had a camera I would take so many pictures. But all I can do is stare and capture this moment to memory. I decide I’ve looked long enough. I place a hand on his shoulder and slightly shake him.

“Felix… Felix, wake up. Don’t you think you should be sleeping on in your bed?” He grunts a response and turns to face the other way, wrapping an arm around his face, attempting to continue his slumber. I huff in response and move to the other side of the couch. Leaning on the back so I can try to look Felix in the face.

“Felix! This cant be comfortable you may be short but this couch isn't that big,” He mumbles into his arm making it hard to understand what he's saying. “What?” This time he removes his arm, and looks up at me, eyes half-closed.

“I am perfectly comfortable where I lie, there is no need for insults,” he grimaces at me. I chuckle a little.

“You’re comfortable on the same couch as your skin book? Stella's favorite spot?” I question.

“Fair enough,” he remarks, sitting up. He attempts to run a hand through his hair but stops and winces. “Ah! My hair is a mess, Stella must have been trying to groom me again,” He looks around the room for her. I turn and spot her sitting in a loaf position on a chair. I give her a wink letting her know that I won't give away her position. I reach over and run a hand through his hair, but then my hand catches in a knot to which he winces.

“Sorry!”

“I have a comb somewhere around here, would you mind finding it for me? I’m afraid my eyes haven’t adjusted from being roused from my peaceful sleep,” Oh man he’s grumpy when he’s just woken up, I’ll humor him though I am the one that woke him. I scan the study, looking for anything that might resemble a comb or brush. I open various cabinets and draws. Only to find it being used as a bookmark in one of the many tomes piled in a stack. I turn the object in my hand, it’s wooden and has intricate carvings of flowers on the handle.

“Found it!” Felix is now standing, attempting to tidy his mess of books, but his idea of cleaning is just stacking them in a pile. I approach Felix and observe his absolutely destroyed hair. His hair is always a little messy. Maybe more like messy cute, but it’s especially bad at this moment.

“Can I brush your hair?” It comes out before I think about it. He whips around to gawk at me, cheeks flushed pink. "I-I'm sorry I didn't"

"Ok," Is all he manages to say.

"…Ok," is all I can manage to respond with. I walk over to the couch and sit, making space between my legs. "It would be easier if you sat on the floor," I say. All he can do is nod and move to place himself between my knees. My hands start to tremble. Is this actually happening? I take the comb and start at the bottom of Felix’s hair, untangling the knots as I go. The quiet sound of the wooden brush running through Felix’s soft hair acts as a metronome. Repetitive and almost hypnotic. I can feel his shoulders relax as either of my knees bump them while I work through his hair. I get caught on a knot which earns a pained groan from Felix.

“Sorry! You um, you have quite a lot of hair,” I attempt to make conversation.

“Well yes, I have not had the time to visit a hairdresser,” he deadpans.

“R-right,” I continue to brush through his hair, hands still shaking as my face warms with a blush. “Have you ever had your hair braided?” Felix cranes his neck to look up at me.

“You want to braid my hair?” He says, utter confusion twisting his features.

“Well, it might be fun,” I say. He gives me a nod and turns around.

“I don’t know if I would call it fun, but… it may be interesting,” I take that as a yes. I run the comb through his hair once again and set it aside. I run my fingers over his scalp from front to back, bringing his hair back so I can braid it. I can't tell if I imagined it but I think I can feel his body shiver as I do so. I run my index fingers from his temples and back, bringing his hair where I want it.

“You uh, don’t have as much hair as Sage so it might be a little tight,” I say leaning forward towards his right ear.

“N-no matter,” his voice hitches slightly. I can't tell who is more flustered at this point, but it is a bit of fun teasing him. I begin to section his hair accordingly, leaving his bangs out. I start to French braid his hair, being careful not to pull on it. His hair is soft in my fingers, almost too silky to keep a hold on, catching whiffs of morning dew and tea as I braid his locks together. I lean to the side slightly as I work, hoping to catch a glimpse of Felix’s face. I can see a tinge of pink in his ears that spread to his cheeks, his eyes closed, and brows relaxed. Is he enjoying this? I hope he is. He opens one eye to look at me, to which I sit up turning my attention back on his hair. Once I finish braiding down, I grab the trusty hair tie, that always sits on my wrist, and I tie off the end. Securing his braid. I clap my hands on his shoulders.

“All done!” Felix yelps slightly. He stands, stretching his legs after sitting on the floor. “Oh wait, actually sit here I need to fix your bangs,” I pat the spot of the couch next to me and Felix sits without protest or comment. I run my fingers through his bangs, adjusting them so they sit properly on his face. Framing it nicely. I find a stray strand and groan, I must have missed it. I take it and tuck it behind his ear with slow movements. I then spot Felix, staring at me intently. I keep my hand hovering by his ear, too scared to move. Up close I can see just how stormy his eyes are, they look like they carry the weight of a thousand burdens, his cheeks are flushed pink, and his mouth slightly agape. I then rest my hand on his cheek. His eyes flick down to my lips for a split second. I don’t even realize that I'm moving. Moving ever so closer to Felix’s perfectly, adorably flushed face. His half-lidded eyes drawing me in like some sort of spell.

“Felix,” I whisper, mere inches from his lips touching mine, and then-

*BOOM*

“Hey Felix have you seen-“ I jump away from Felix so fast, I'm surprised I didn’t open a wormhole that sent me back to Earth. Felix also lept back, but miscalculated and landed on the floor with an oof. I turn to see Sage, standing in the doorway. I try to cover my blush with my hand, hoping it’s too dark for Sage to see. Felix stands quickly, straightening his clothes, and clears his throat.

“Sage! Have you ever thought to knock for once in your life?” Felix’s voice waves slightly high as he scolds Sage. Avoiding eye contact with either of us.

“Oh my, was I interrupting something?” Sage leans on the doorway. Eyes shifting between us both, a shit-eating grin growing on his lips.

“I-I was returning Felix’s book,” I lean over and pick up a random book, lifting it in the air hoping a prop makes my story more convincing. I mean it was the truth. Was.

“U-Uhm, yes, MC came to return my book, yes, thank you, I will give you a new one tomorrow if you'd like,” Felix says to me, still avoiding my eyes. I nod in response. Standing from the couch handing his book back.

“Well, why is your hair braided? Trying to go for the sexy dangerous look I got going?” Sage says, raising his eyebrows suggestively. “Cause they don’t seem to be into it, trust me I tried,” Sage points to me as he speaks. I can feel the embarrassment bottle up inside me, threatening to explode.

“Goodnight!” I shout. I then stormed out of the room, trying to escape my embarrassment. Did that just happen?

The next morning Felix and I don’t bring up the, ahem, events from the previous night. However, he still wears the braid I did for him when I see him. He offers to return my hair tie but I tell him he can keep it, I have plenty. But really, I think the French braid is a good look for him, and I want him to keep it on longer. I should return his books late at night more often.

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the-pale-goddess · 4 years

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Home With You - Ethan Ramsey x MC

Part 1: Pity Party

It’s been almost 7 years since Tiffany unexpectedly moved to New York right after finishing the second year of her residency at Edenbrook. What brings her back to Boston?

Rating/Category: Explicit / AU series; extended, WIP

Warnings: NS*FW (+18) don’t read it if you’re a minor! It’s all angst with a side of s m u t

> Home With You masterlist <

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The echo of Sienna's pep talk resonated inside Tiffany's mind like a daily prayer; it seemed so meaningless, now that she was trapped in the middle of a crowded room mingling with some of the best doctors in the whole wide country, sipping top-notch scotch, the cold liquor burning her throat, doubling the courage she desperately needed.

All these elite doctors, remarkable physicians, standout attendings...She could've handled them all at once, charming them with her wit, entertaining with the most peculiar emergency stories, offering sassy remarks, stealing their hearts with her empathy and a perfect Hollywood smile. All of them were merely a shadow behind the one that hadn't showed up yet.

But when he finally did, all the courage she managed to gather vanished into thin air, leaving her helpless – and she suddenly felt like the gullible intern that entered Edenbrook halls nearly 9 years ago. As the agitated whispers whirred around her, she quickly downed her glass and retreated to the bar for another dosage of her liquid mettle.

Doctor Addams blended in the dimly lit surroundings, hiding in the back of the bar. She had the advantage of knowing he was the number one on the guest list. She had some time to prepare herself. Did he know she was in attendance as well? Had he been thinking about his Rookie at all? Her thoughts bullied her into doom and gloom, but she couldn't let them take control, as she noticed the very object of her distress staring at her agape, giving her all the answers she craved so much.

As soon as Ethan Ramsey stepped into the Massachussetts Medical Society charity dinner, he got surrounded by a group of overly excited, painfully annoying individuals – each of them more insufferable than the other. And they followed him everywhere...Their banter over Ramsey's involvement in a recent study on childood cancer was not only trivial and pointless, but was also wasting the precious time and energy he could've spent getting tanked up at the bar. He looked over the large room, trying to come up with a polite pretext before storming off, when his gaze landed on the figure he hadn't seen in years. His heart pounded at the very sight of Tiffany Addams – she was leaning against the bar, wearing a slinky open-back black dress and a pair of red heels. It had been almost 7 years but she hadn't changed a bit, her ravishing beauty still electrified him. When their eyes finally met he felt a tingly sense of excitement all over his body. He found his excuse. The only one that ever really mattered.

Tiffany's stomach churned when she saw him walking towards her. She scanned him up and down, all the while trying to remind herself she was over him. The fashion-forward black tailored fit suit made him look deliciously dapper. Even though time had taken its toll on him, as the lines on his face became deeper and more visible, he was still agonizingly handsome. And then he sent her the most entrancing smile, reminding her that time means nothing at all...She took a gulp of her scotch and smiled back at him. She was already gone.

„Well, isn't this a surprise, Doctor Addams. Have you grown tired of The Big Apple?” His eyes roamed around her body before they found her gaze, making her feel all diggy and weak in the knees. She kept her composure and took an adrenaline driven step towards him.

„Tired? Of New York? Have you ever even been there?” Tiffany scoffed as she closed the distance between them and wrapped her arms around Ethan, pulling him into a welcoming hug. „Nice to see you too, Doctor Ramsey.”

That spontaneous decision quickly proved to be more dangerous than it seemed – their bodies touched for the first time in 7 years, the enhtralling sensation immediately brought back all the repressed memories, hidden deep in the vault of their minds. The overfamiliar mixture of his musky perfume and her vanilla scent invaded their senses, forcing them to prolong the embrace just to bathe in one another's warmth for a little longer than they should. The blissful moment ended abruptly as Tiffany gently moved back.

Ethan cleared his throat before he finally answered her question. „I have, quite a few times actually. I just don't find it entertaining.”

„Oh, let me guess...Is it too crowded for your liking?”

„Very much so.” He nodded, impressed she still could read him like a book. He felt the urge to shoot her a series of very specific questions – he wanted to know everything about her life in New York – but he bit his tongue and stuck to the polite bare minimum instead. „What brings you back to Boston then?”

„This and that.” She snubbed his question while sipping her drink. „Naveen insisted I'd come here. It's hard to say no to him.”

Naveen? Ethan's heart paced. He wasn't aware they kept in touch...Not to mention the first name basis. He hid his curiosity well by calling the bartender to pour him a glass of scotch.

„So you're just visiting?” The disappointment in his voice quickly drowned in the burnished gold liquor.

„Yes, I'm staying with Bryce and Tess until the end of the week.” Ethan bobbed his head with understanding and leaned closer.

„Listen.” He took a good sniff at her skin, his hot whiskey breath blowing in her ear. „There's a lounge downstairs – surely a more comfortable place to talk than this. I believe there must be a booth in my reservation, I have VIP priviledges.”

„Of course you have.” She chuckled amused. „Lead the way, Doctor.”

Ethan guided Tiffany through the crowd with a hand on her lower back as a wave of nosy glares followed them out.

***

The awkward small talk over another glass of scotch quickly turned passionate. Their connection stood the test of time. She was still his Rookie. He didn't have to ask her about her accomplishments – he knew all about them. A few well-aimed allusive questions allowed him to assume she wasn't seeing anyone, and that only made him ooze treacherous confidence.

„After all, I've learned the most important lessons from you. You've taught me perseverance and given me a sense of purpose.” She trailed off, pursing her lips as she minced her words in a funk. „You've given me life.”

A brief smile played in the corner of his lips before it disappeared behind an unshaken expression. „Do I sense some reproof in this flattery?”

„That's your interpretation, not mine. I wouldn't have gone this far if it wasn't for your mentoring and I'm forever grateful for that.”

„You weren't that hard to mentor. Your potential set your priorities in the right place without my guidance.”

„Is that an Ethan Ramsey way of saying you enjoyed working with me?”

„Of course I did. You were a colossal pain in the ass for many reasons, but your brilliance wasn't one of them. What I'm trying to say is that...I wish we had more time.” He wasn't sure he was still talking about the professional nature of their relationship. He felt a wash of pure, unfiltered rage burning in his veins. He fucked it all up.

„I wish you'd stayed.” The anger overflowing inside of him made his voice unnecessary rough. He let her go, he had every right to bathe in this self-loathing mess of a feeling...Right?

„I wish you'd made me stay.” A bittersweet smile spread across her face, bringing back the sole reason of her resignation to the table. Her emerald eyes filled with tears, but she fought them with supernatural force, not allowing a single drop to fall down her cheeks.

Ethan instinctively moved closer, causing their knees to touch, while his hand grazed her arm in a feeble attempt at comforting her. Much to his relief, Tiffany didn't protest, accepting this flimsy moment of balance. Rejecting any logical thought, he decided to take a step further. He tilted her chin up, forcing her to look him in the eye, and cupped her cheek. He almost lost himself in the green of her eyes, now glimmering with a heart-wrenching variety of emotions: there was pain and lust and regret and longing and pity, the mixture that shook him to the core.

„Come home with me.” The words were out before he processed their meaning, his voice nothing but a needy whisper. The man of reason, one of the greatest minds of this generation, giving in to an emotion he wouldn't even dare to name...A truly pitiful spectacle.

„I don't think that's a good idea.” Her actions begged to differ – her hand slipped on his chest with fingers tugging lightly at his jacket.

„Has it ever stopped us?” His mouth curved into the saddest of smiles, accentuating many of his wrinkles – the all too visible signs of the passing time that could never be retrieved.

„Of course not. But we're older and supposedly wiser now.” Her eyes lingered on his face, reading the features she always adored so much. „Dwelling in the past is vacuous and foolish. We should know better, Ethan.”

He studied her for a long moment, noticing how different she was when he took a closer look. Her giggly personality stepped aside, leaving the muted version of Tiffany Addams in charge. The woman sitting next to him was unmistakably her, she had the same spark and wit, but there was something tragic about her...Something hidden. „You've changed.”

„I didn't have much choice.” She answered with a nonchalant shrug. She moved on to a new life, she had to adapt, make progress and let the past go. „I think it would be best to finish our drinks and part ways.”

He had no choice but to agree with her, even though her words cut him with knife-like precision.

„Whatever you want, Tiffany. Let's call a cab.”

***

The driver turned the radio on, skipping through different channels until he settled on a punk rock tune, his fingers playing on the steering wheel to the rhytmic beat. The aggressive tapping combined with powerful drums and noisy guitar made Ethan want to stop the car and call another...But when the singer joined in a few seconds later, his own body betrayed him, responding to the lyrics with an incongruous shiver.

But you're the best I ever had / Like handprints in wet cement / She touched me, it's permanent

His eyes immediately turned to Tiffany – she was sitting as far from him as it was possible, lost in thought as she gazed at the Boston streets. Time had stopped the day he let her go. He felt like the most cliché character in a silly rom-com movie with the cab driver unintentionally playing Cupid, but he couldn't help himself – he was drawn to her.

I know I've got to go / But I might just miss the flight / I can't stay forever, let's play pretend / And treat this night like it'll happen again

A quiet rustle on Ethan's side made her take a gander at him. He moved irresponsibly closer, the pleading look on his face stirred the conflict in her mind. Tiffany tried to recollect her thoughts, looking for any kind of prompt – she had it all written down, she knew what she had to say. But he made it so damn hard to follow the pre-written script...

„Why haven't you reached out?” She muttered with eyes full of tears. He looked away, deeply ashamed – even more so, after the idiotic response he uttered.

„I-I don't know.”

„I have waited for you all this time.” She continued, ignoring his answer. Her voice lost its strength, barely holding on in the air.

Without any warning, Ethan captured her lips with his, sliding his tongue inside her parted mouth. He took her by surprise, but she welcomed him with unleashed hunger, sinking her teeth into his bottom lip as they kissed for the first time in almost 7 years. The ravening intensity of the kiss got them both dizzy with an abandoned feeling.

Tiffany was the first to break the embrace. She looked him deep in the eye, a painful longing etched on her face. She tried to find a glint of hesitation in Ethan's gaze – the final blow that could end the war in her mind – and failed. Surprisingly, there was nothing but adoration in these piercing blue eyes of his, as he stared at her intently. Who was she kidding at this point? She was long gone.

„Take me home, Ethan.”

***

Everything became a blur as soon as they entered Ethan's apartment. They blindly kissed their way to the bedroom, scattering all the clothes around the living room. Their focus was set on their movements – so rash, so needy, so desperate. How did they manage to stay away from each other for all these years?

„Can we put the lights on?” She purred, shooting him a seemingly innocent glare. „I want to see the look on your face when you cum inside of me.”

Ethan groaned with approval, his hand grabbed her jaw and tilted it up so their lips could meet again. He lifted her up with ease and the tension grew as their bodies, already burning with desire, finally met skin on skin. Tiffany went for his neck like a starved vampire, sucking and licking his soft spot. With a bleary vision, he guided them to the nearest wall, turned the lights on and headed towards the bed. They fell into the sheets with Tiffany landing on top.

„How are you even real?” He whispered, tugging at her onyx hair while she trailed wet kisses across his chest. Her body brushing against his in a tantalizingly slow motion, up and down, until his rock hard member poked her in the ass.

„I'm the girl of your dreams.” She smiled at him wickedly, moving lower. Her soaking folds covered his throbbing cock as she began teasing him, sliding up his length, careful not to let him plunge inside.

„You little minx.” Ethan stared into her eyes mesmerized, his hands wandering around her body with untamed desperation as she kept on testing his patience. „I've been dreaming about you every night.”

„Are you ready to make your dreams come true?” She grabbed his cock and positioned him near her entrance. To her surprise, Ethan rolled them over with a swift movement – he was in control now.

„I'm more than ready to make you come.” He gave her a brief peck on the lips and moved to her jaw, going down her neck, biting her gently along the way. Ethan Freaking Ramsey owned her heart and her body, she couldn't deny it anymore.

His lips worshipped her, kissing every bit of her silky skin – the feeling intensified by the roughness of his beard gliding smoothly against her blazing flesh. When he reached her breasts, she was already a whimpering mess. He began licking one of her nipples, while his fingers were pinching the other. Paralyzed by the sensation, she closed her eyes, but had to open them back soon after, when he set about sucking her oversensitive nipple. She found this view strangely comforting, therapeutic even. Her legs gripped around him tighter when he turned his undivided attention to the other breast.

After the very thorough fondling, Ethan's mouth proceeded going down with unabated eagerness. A devilish thought crossed his mind, persuading him to torture her with his ministrations, touching her everywhere but where she needed him most...But he didn't comply. He longed to taste her, to feel her, to be inside of her, with a painfully hard reminder twitching between his legs.

He spread her open and nestled comfortably in between, scratching her inner thighs with voracious kisses, nuzzling her sensitive skin. His fingers found their way to her core, pressing on her clit – this simple movement caused Tiffany to roll her hips uncontrollably. He grinned confidently, aware of the effect he had on her. Without further delay, his mouth followed the path of his fingers as he began licking her with utmost devotion. His tongue worked her up in just a few seconds, her legs trembling, with body arched in divine pleasure. Her hands held on to the sheets in a desperate attempt at regaining control, but it was all in vain. She didn't even try to tone her voice down when ecstacic moans left her swollen lips. He sucked her tirelessly, licking all the juices up, eating her like his favorite meal – all the while maintaining the eye contact. He watched her slowly fall apart under his skillful touch, tongue and fingers working together to bring her over the edge.

He wanted to tell her how much he loved the taste of her, how much he missed her, how stunning she was, but he was too busy savoring her – so he kept on going, determined to make her cum. And a moment later she reached her high, coming hard, losing her touch with reality as she screamed his name a little too loud.

„I could watch you come all day. You're incredible.” He licked her clean afterwards, causing her limbs to shake in an afterglow despair.

„No, you're incredible. I forgot my own name.” She mumbled, her voice weak with pure satisfaction.

„I'm flattered you haven't forgotten mine.” A triumphant grin spread across his flushed face.

He moved up and hugged her tight, her body instinctively clinched around him, inviting him inside. Their eyes met again, faces merely inches away, both of them shivering with primal need.

„Please...” She begged, still unable to think clearly. Ethan accepted this indirect invitation and entered her. Their moans disappeared into each other's mouths as they kissed with urgency, pacing their hips to move in unison.

But he needed her so much closer...He had to go deeper. His movements became slower as he gently pushed himself all in, almost exploding at the sensation of her walls clenching around him. Tiffany welcomed his full length with a frenzied moan, adjusting to him in an instant. Encouraged by the sound of her delight, Ethan built the pace up until he was pounding her ruthlessly. She wrapped herself tight around him, digging her nails into his back and scratching his skin lightly just when her hand moved down to grab his butt for extra support.

Her enraptured mewling accompanied by his guttural groans formed a wicked melody, the sound getting more extreme with each of his thrusts. She surrendered herself to him completely, losing the last bit of control she had. The orgasm hit them simultaneously as they screamed each other's names in fervor, sweat and bliss dripping down their skin.

„Oh. My. God.” She muttered breathlessly, putting effort in punctuating every word. As she laid flat on her back, Ethan rolled over, letting his head rest on her breasts. Her hand immediately dived into his hair, all damp with sweat.

„I know.” He closed his eyes, trying to catch his breath. His fingers glided up her stomach until his palm stopped at her chest, right where her racing heart was.

„You absolutely ruined me, Doctor.” She covered his hand with hers, smiling widely at this newfound intimacy they shared.

„I intend to repeat that in a couple of minutes.” The astonished look on her face made him laugh. „What? You couldn't possibly consider that I'd let you go after just one round, could you? I haven't touched you in years, we have a lot of catching up to do.” His lips trailed scratchy kisses across her collarbone, her skin still hot and sensitive.

„Well...You're past forty now.” She shrugged, giggling under her nose. „I figured it's that time where you get a little rusty.”

„Now that's insulting, Rookie. I'll gladly prove you wrong.”

And he did. He took her again, and again, pinning her into the mattress, making her cry out his name in pleasure, fucking her mercilessly until her shaky legs couldn't take it anymore.

The dawn broke over Boston when their sticky worn out bodies refused to continue these shenanigans. Tiffany fell asleep in Ethan's arms feeling safe and somewhat hopeful for the first time in 7 years. His weary eyes watched her drift to sleep on his bare chest before he joined her – two stubborn heartbeats finally at peace, beating in sync.

***

In the morning, reality sneaked into Ethan's bedroom way earlier than it had been planned. Tiffany's phone started ringing at around 7 o'clock, but she couldn't hear the sound coming from her bag lying in the living room. The clock struck another hour, when she finally recognized the muffled ringing. She carefully disentangled herself from Ethan and ran looking for the phone.

Ethan woke up instantly at the feeling of emptiness by his side. He stretched lazily, walked to the wardrobe and put some boxers on. He wasn't sure what was happening, but the voice coming from the other room suggested Tiffany was having a phonecall. He didn't want to invade her privacy, but it was his apartment after all. And they were fucking the whole night. He might as well just...Casually stride in.

She was pacing around the couch in the living room, naked and nervous. She didn't see him observing her from the distance.

„No, honey. I promise, it's not like that.” Honey. Ethan freezed at the word, feeling hurt and guilty at the same time. But he continued to listen.

„You have to trust me. I'll be home in a few days. I love you to the moon and back! Bye.” Blood drained from Tiffany's face at the sight of Ethan looking daggers at her.

„Ethan, I...” She swallowed loud with her heart in her mouth.

„Save it.” He didn't want to hear her explanation. He couldn't stand his thoughts racing at a horrible speed, sickening him.

„You don't understand...” Tears began streaming down her face, as she tried to steady her breath and think of a new way to grasp the situation now that her meticulous script was destroyed.

„Pray, tell me then. Make me understand.” His voice was colder than ice.

„I was talking to my son.” Ethan's heart stopped abruptly, his expression turned from furious to...Uncomfortably numb. Tiffany was crying her eyes out and he just wouldn't care at that moment. He couldn't hear anything she said. He heaved a steadying sigh and escaped to the bathroom, leaving her weeping on the couch all by herself.

As soon as he isolated himself, he felt the rage slowly die down. It was a foolish thing, really...To leave her all alone like she'd done something wrong. He felt a sharp pain in his chest at the image of her sobbing, vulnerable figure. He cursed under his nose and retreated to the living room – he had to face her and listen to her story.

But he strolled back to an empty room. She was gone.

***

„There you are, Ethan. I've been looking for you everywhere. How was the charity dinner?” Naveen's warm voice shook Doctor Ramsey off the void. He closed the test results he’d failed to analyze and looked up at his mentor. „Did you talk to Tiffany?”

„Yes, we...” He ran his hand through his disheveled hair, making an even bigger mess. Fresh bits of his memories flashed right before his eyes – their bodies overtaken by pleasure, tangled in his sheets. Her moans played on repeat like the song that just sticks with you until you get sick of it, but never really do. The brutal finality of the morning. Her teary eyes. „We've talked.”

Naveen's face lit up with a knowing smile, as his eyes trailed over Ethan's hickey-covered neck. „I see. ”

„Tiffany...She has a son.” Ethan pinched the bridge of his nose. The words came out of his mouth sloppy and emotional, sounding nothing like The Ethan Ramsey – a world-beating diagnostician and medical genius.

„I know.” The older doctor responded. Ethan's eyes immediately brimmed with red.

„You knew?” He spilled through gritted teeth, his breath heavy with anger.

„Yes, my friend.”

„And you – the most insistent stickybeak in Boston – have decided to keep that information to yourself?”

„It wasn't my secret to tell, Ethan. You must understand.” Oh, he understood. He knew Naveen was right. Tiffany didn't want him to know. In spite of all the knowledge, his veins were about to explode. He lost control over his body, reacting with fury at another surprising betrayal.

„Right.” He scoffed. „Why don't you take a seat and join my pity party then?”

„Oh, Ethan.” Naveen sighed, his face etched with a mixture of fatherly concern and sympathy. He lowered his voice as if he was talking to himself. „She didn't tell you.”

„Didn't tell me what again?” When he was about to give up, Naveen's conflicted face fell to the pocket of his white coat. With a glint of hesitation, he took his phone out and began scrolling. After a few very long minutes, he turned the screen to Ethan. And on it was a picture of a little boy holding a rabbit. The kid was wearing a tiny shirt with thunderbolts, even tinier jeans and some awfully ridiculous shoes. Dark curly mane framed his slightly cherubic face. His eyes were the shade of a very familiar ocean blue that pierced right through Ethan, stabbing him straight in the heart, proving he still had one. A wash of cold sweat fell on him when he finally realized – he was looking in the mirror.

„This is Nathaniel Addams. He's a little over six years old.”

„I don't understand...” Ethan mumbled panic-stricken.

„Connect the dots, Doctor Ramsey. That's what you do best.”

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Mammon x F!MC - Can't help falling in love with you

It was a normal day at the House of Lamentation and MC couldn't help but think about Valentine's day.

In the Devildom didn't celebrate human's festivities and, even if she was a little relieved about it, she couldn't be completely happy about it.

When she was in the human world she always hated that day and she liked to tell herself that she hated it because love should have been showed everyday, not only on a specific day, but the truth was that she longed for a true love that she didn't seem able to find and Valentine's day just reminded her how she still didn't find someone that she loved.

It's not like there weren't people who liked her, but MC never really fell in love...at least not until she ended in the Devildom.

She felt like her destiny was to end there and meet him and to her it just felt like love at first sight.

The first time that she saw him she couldn't help but stare at his soft-looking white hair and his glowing blue eyes. She felt captivated by him and she knew that it was probably wrong to fall for a demon, but she just couldn't help it. Even if at first he didn't seem to like her at all, she just couldn't stop her heart from beating fast every time she would see him or talk to him.

At first, she thought that it was just a small crush, but she had never been so wrong in all her life.

She couldn't stop thinking about him, his silly antics and words and how it would have felt to just hold his hand or be held by his arms, but she was too scared of rejection to say something because she was convinced that to him she was just a stupid human.

She sighed with an inconsolable expression before someone literally stormed in her room without knocking and she knew that it was him. It was always him.

"Oi, human! I have a proposal that you cannot refuse!" He said with a big confident grin adorning his happy face.

"Oh, really?" She said, being sassy just because she wanted to tease him.

"At least you can act like you are interested, ya know?" he said with a pout, making MC chuckle a bit before she gently ruffled his hair.

"Hey...What do ya think ya doing?" he said trying to hide a blush at her unexpected action. He tried to not think about how he wanted her to keep playing his hair. He just couldn't let his guard around her because he was just as scared of rejection as she was, even if he wouldn't ever admit it.

He just ended up looking at her cheeky smile, losing his focus and looking at her lips like he was in a trance.

"Nothing, I was just teasing you, Mammon... - MC reassured him, smiling widely at his still flustered face. - So? What was the proposal you were talking about?" He shook his head, before focusing again on what MC was saying.

"There is a restaurant that tomorrow will have an event based on a human holiday or something like that...- he started saying, not looking at her eyes that were focused on him - and it has a really good 2-for-1 discount for couples, so...will you go with me?" MC looked at him wide-eyed.

"But-But...We aren't a couple?" She stuttered, still shocked, making Mammon blush in a dark shade of red when he realised what his words seemed to imply.

"O-Oi! I always wanted to go there because it's a really fancy restaurant, so it's not like I'm saying this because I like ya...I don't! We just have to pretend to be a couple to use the discount." Mammon was quick to say and he noticed that her eyes turned dull at what he said, but he was too obvious about her feelings, so he just thought that he was imagining it. He was sure that he was only imagining it.

"Uh, now that I think about it...I have a lot of work to do, so I don't think that I will be able-" Mammon stopped her before she could finish her sentence. He wanted her to agree to go to that restaurant with him very badly, so he wasn't going to give up just yet.

"C'mon! You're the only one who can come with me! I beg ya, MC!" He pleaded her, knowing that she couldn't resist to him pleading her with his intense blue eyes.

"Okay... - She sighed with a tight smile and Mammon was quick to celebrate, but MC wasn't still done - But on one condition."

"Uh, what condition?" He said, ready to accept any condition just to spend some time with her.

"You pay."

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They finally arrived at the restaurant and MC looked at the walls of the room where they were sitting.

The was decorated with a lot of pink and red ornaments for the occasion and MC looked in awe at the fancy-looking lights that lit the whole space.

"I never been in a place like this before!" MC said while looking everywhere with curiosity and wonder.

Mammon had his elbow on the table, propping up his chin just to admire her cheerful face. He loved to see her being so happy, but he loved even more knowing that she was happy because of him.

Mammon wanted to give her back all the happiness that MC always gave him. Even if he couldn't tell her, he wanted to make her feel like he felt everytime that she praised him and just treated him like he was worthy of love.

He was so used to his brothers insults that, when she started being so caring and encouraging towards him, he almost cried.

Her words were just like honey to him and he could never have enough of them. Mammon was just completely mesmerized by her and he was greedy for her praises.

He got so lost looking at her that he didn't even notice that a waitress was there to take their orders.

"Hey...Mammon, are you okay?" MC asked, gently holding one of his hands, make him come back to reality.

"U-Uh, yeah...Sorry" he laughed nervously.

"So, what will you have for dinner?" The waitress asked while MC and Mammon quickly checked the menu.

"Oh, I would like some of this, please." She said, pointing at one of the cheapest things on the list.

"I will take the same thing" Mammon said, without really thinking about the food, but only about MC.

The rest of the evening was great. Maybe it wasn't a real date, but it felt like one and MC thought that was enough for her.

She thought that being able to be there with her loved one was already enough, even if he didn't reciprocate her feelings.

At the same time, Mammon was having similar thoughts and was just content with watching her being so giggly, even if he couldn't have her or her love.

---

When they got back home he walked with her until she was outside her room, not wanting to let go of her yet.

"Thank you for inviting me, I loved to spend some time with you" she said and he quietly nodded to her. Then, she tried to open her door, but Mammon gently grabbed her wrist before she could go.

"Wait..." he looked desperate. He knew that probably was a bad idea, but he couldn't hold it anymore. He took a quick breath while MC looked at his face expectantly.

"I...I don't want this to be over. I want ya to see this day that ya spent with me as a date." He stuttered, trying to keep his composure. He finally said it, after denying it for months and it felt just right to confess his true feelings for the human.

"But you said-"

"It doesn't matter what I said before. I was a complete idiot. I love ya, MC and I always did." he confessed, looking at her in the eyes with hope. He knew that his hears were red from embarrassment, but in that moment he couldn't care less. He only cared about her.

"Yeah, you're right. You're an idiot. - he looked away at her words, ready to accept her rejection, but what he didn't expect was for her to wrap her arms around him and to hug him and snuggle her head against his chest. - but you're my idiot. And I can't help but loving you too"

"You...love me?" He asked in a low tone, thinking that he didn't hear what she truly said and she slightly pulled away from his chest before giving him a peck on the lips to show him that all that was real. She really loved him.

However, Mammon, being the greedy demon that he was, wasn't satisfied with just a small peck, so he gently pulled her towards him and kissed her passionately, holding her face with one hand.

In that moment they just felt like all they preoccupations were gone, because it just felt natural to them to kiss each other like that. It was almost like a dream and neither of them wanted to wake up, because she was finally his and he was finally hers and they couldn't wish for something better than that.

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this-is-my-procrastination · 4 years

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hi !!! can i get headcanons on how the brothers would react to mc who had rly long hair but decided to cut it rly short one day?? like pixie cut short? lol i think that’d be fun to watch, also if all brothers is too much can u just do mammon, beel, and asmo pls ty!

Demon brothers w/ MC who cut off their long hair

This was super interesting and fun to write! I kinda assumed the MC cut their own hair so I’m really sorry if this wasn’t what you were expecting, but I hope you like them anyway! Thank you for requesting :))

Lucifer:

“What did you do-”

Coming home to you after a long, tiring day, he did not expect to see half your hair on the ground and you, scissors in hand, trying to chop off the rest of it

He thought you were just messing with him, or maybe trying a new prank

But then you tell him you were serious

Cue a resigned, long-suffering sigh, and then, “you always find a way to surprise me, love”

It’ll take him some time to get used to your short hair, but he comes to an appreciation for it eventually

He also discovers several perks to your hair length

One of those being that it exposes more of your skin to him ;)

His new favorite thing is to come up from behind you and greet you by placing a sweet kiss on the bare back of your neck

Lucifer also looks forward to coming home, where he’ll sit you on his lap and stroke your hair gently as you talk

He’ll offer to trim your hair for you, saying he doesn’t trust you to do it yourself

But we all know he’s just making excuses to run his fingers through your soft hair more and to take care of you

Mammon:

Screamed when he first saw you

Like a completely flabbergasted, not-so-manly, shook scream

Thought you were going through some kind of midlife crisis or something

But he gets used to it quickly, and Mammon is very impressed that you cut so much of your hair without ruining your entire head

Mammon will still call you dumb for cutting it by yourself though

“You could’ve hurt yourself! N-not that I care or anything, but you should definitely ask for my help next time!”

Even though both of you know he’s got absolutely no hair-cutting experience

Low-key amazed, and he’s very impressed

He thought you looked beautiful with long hair, but damn, you look downright stunning with short hair

Of course he’d never tell you that, or at least not without heaps of stuttering and blushing

He loves to ruffle your hair affectionately, both to touch it and to get a reaction out of you

Head pats galore

Every time you rub his head, he’ll pat yours as “revenge”

The other brothers will tease him for being soft, but he doesn’t care

These head pat exchanges always end with Mammon blushing up a storm though

Leviathan:

“UWAAHHH! WHO ARE YOU??”

Levi acts super dramatic, but when he finally realizes it’s you, he’s both shocked and excited

The thought hits him that you look really cute - not even a second later, he’s desperately covering his face to hide the blush that’s quickly overtaking his cheeks

After he calms down, he’s very excited to cosplay with you

There’s just so many new possibilities; he’s gotta start planning immediately

Levi isn’t straightforward enough to say this aloud, but he adores you and thinks you look like a goddess no matter what hair length you have

You could honestly cut the most jagged bangs, like it was admittedly a complete mistake, and he’d still think you’re the most beautiful person he’s ever laid eyes on

Ruri-chan and all the other characters can’t even hold a candle to you

After a long night of video games and anime marathons, he’ll tease you about your messy hair

“Woahh, MC! You look kinda like a hedgehog!”

Slapp that boy

After getting him back, he never makes fun of your messy bedhead again

Satan:

When he saw you, he was speechless (very rare for him)

He’s frozen for a couple seconds, but when he snaps out of it, he’s smiling and complimenting your hair-cutting skills

“Wow! This is a big change, huh?”

He gives you nicknames at first, calling you things like Pixie or Fluffy playfully

Even with the teasing, though, Satan supports you through the entire transition

He’s read a lot of books, some of them on human hair care, so he’ll share any info he has with you

“Oh, did you know that short hair should be washed daily? Here, let me help you.”

If you ever doubt your decision, Satan immediately reassures you that he loves you no matter what

Although he does think your short hair looks amazing

Short hair might even be better because it’s easier for him to read over your shoulder when y’all are cuddling

Also likes that when you lean your head on his shoulder, there’s not as much hair covering your face from his view

Satan just really wants to see all the cute expressions you make for him

Asmodeus:

“Why didn’t you call me, MC?!”

Wishes he could’ve cut your hair himself, but he loves what you did with it

He’s also kinda mad that you didn’t tell him about your hair-cutting skills?!

Asmo will insist that you cut his hair one day

He gets super excited about it too, kinda like a puppy

It takes a lot of trust, but he’s got faith in you!

The minute he sees your new hair, he’s already thinking about all the cool hairstyles he wants to see on you

If you ever miss your long hair, you can just braid his since Asmo has longer hair

All he wants in return is your consent to be pampered as you have your hair experimented on

His nimble fingers are constantly teasing through your locks, tousling and smoothing

Asmo would also buy so many hair products and hair accessories for you

You’re gonna have more hair clips than you know what to do with

His favorite part of your sleepovers is definitely helping you wash your hair

It’s just really calming and intimate, a nice tranquil moment between you

Well, it’s his favorite besides the other nighttime "activity” that y’all get up to ;)

Very caring; if you have any regrets about cutting your hair, he’ll be quick to lay them to rest

Although he won’t hesitate to be your knight in shining armor on bad hair days!

Beel:

He doesn’t really care about your hair length

Beel is just a soft boy who adores you no matter what

“You look beautiful as always, but I’m happy if you’re happy, MC.”

And he’ll say that without even a hint of a blush

This mans is just straightforward af and will say whatever comes to his mind

He adores pulling you into his lap and resting his head on top of yours

That’s his default position when y’all are cuddling, and he’ll just bask in the feeling of your fluffy hair tickling his chin

Beel is also the king of head kisses

Like the top of your head, forehead, cheek, anywhere on your head is fair game

It’s convenient because it’s the body part closest to him (since he’s basically a tree), and he also gets a good look at your cute flustered facial expression

You’ll pout, but he just thinks it’s cute and continues to do it lol

“Mmm, your hair smells good... Ah, are you blushing? You’re cute, MC.”

Belphegor:

Saw you cutting your hair and walked the other way

He didn’t dislike it or anything, he was just surprised and confused

When you show him the finished product, he just laughs and pulls you under the blankets

“You look good as always, so come here already and let me sleep. Is it okay if I hold you like this...?”

Belphie pouts at first, but it’s honestly nothing to do with your hair, he just missed you and is annoyed that he lost out on time you could’ve spent napping with him

He eventually realizes that your short hair is even softer than your long hair

Which then causes him to nuzzle into your hair every time he falls asleep next to you

“comfy...”

Belphie also loves to run his fingers through your hair, even if it gets messed up

He thinks you look cutest with that messed up hair because he knows it was caused by him (kinda like him leaving marks on you)

As you two fall asleep, cuddled close to each other, he’ll stroke your head absentmindedly and lean into you, his mind at peace and body fully relaxed

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lord-explosion-baku · 4 years

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Opia Night 2

Vampire!Shinsou x reader

Warnings: alcohol mentions, mentions of blood, dumb mc, campy vampire bullshit, swearing

A/N: ahhhhh. okay. so. this was a tough write. I think I got stuck because i started taking myself too seriously and then i just started throwing words out left and right. this is very back and forth, no-goal-reached, bullshit. I mean, getting from point A to point B is r o u g h, bro. Im SO SORRY. I was trying to make this natural and it just AINT. she’s messy today and it’s fine. Gotta just post what we can when we can lmfao. SOO! I’m aware that this chapter isn’t good, but I do hope that you find it entertaining regardless! I promise Night 3 will be better!

(PLEASE DO NOT REPOST MY WORK ANYWHERE WITHOUT MY PERMISSION)

Night One

Night Two

You woke up to your phone buzzing next to your head on your pillow. Once, twice, and the third double-vibration made you realize that you were not going to be going back to sleep any time soon. Blinking at your window, you groaned at the flecks of dust that were lit up by the golden remnants of twilight. You’d slept most of your Friday away after slaving away on your school work Monday through Thursday. You tried telling yourself that you deserved the rest, but sleeping through sunlight has become habitual to you when you had nothing else going on. When you woke up from your coma, you would usually sleep some more. Usually.

The phone on your bed was alight with three unread messages, all saying something different, but with the same invitation handed out:

Kirishima(7:02): hey :)

Sero(7:07): you busy?

Kaminari(7:15): babe! partaaay tonite!!!! come over!

Again, you groaned.

The last night you’d spent over at their house was a complete disaster. You totally embarrassed yourself by screaming out of nowhere. Or so it seemed to have come out of nowhere to everyone else who heard you; what you thought you had witnessed went completely unnoticed to everyone at the last party. But to you, it was so vivid.

Purple-haired-couch-kid. Fangs. Blood.

You completely freaked and locked yourself in the bathroom. It took both Kirishima and Sero to coax you out after you battled the idea of calling the cops to their house. When you came out, there was a swarm of kids eyeing you like you were crazy. You asked to see Kodai. She appeared. She was unharmed: no blood, no marks, no recollection of any handsome boy who took a bite out of her wrist. Kamianri’s garage-sale couch had been occupied by no extremely handsome man, and there were no purple-haired people to be seen at the party afterwards.

It wasn’t something you could have imagined unless your drink had been spiked, but you thought you were pretty careful when it came to open containers! And besides, who’d want to spike your drink with hallucinogens. Getting you high could have been a prank or someone thinking they were doing the rest of the party-goers a favor, but to what you could tell, nobody else was seeing shit. So maybe you were crazy. Maybe there was no alluring voice speaking to you in your head, and your psyche had suddenly broken out of the damn blue. In the psychology class you took freshman year, you learned a lot about different mental illnesses that cause hallucinations and paranoia. Maybe you had to get yourself checked out.

Your phone buzzed again.

Kaminari: Kiri is gonna be real bummed if you don’t come :”(

Well, that was on him. You couldn’t really imagine why you would receive such a welcome invitation to another one of their parties after the big fuss you made. After you realized Kodai wasn’t in trouble, you stormed home; you lived close enough, so it was fine to leave your car there. You didn’t speak to anyone about what happened afterwards, so you were sure you’d be snubbed by your friends for at least a little bit. You figured that… if they wanted something else from you, maybe the rule of party fouls would be ignored.

You sighed, knowing that even though Kirishima definitely had a crush on you, he was still your friend and a great guy. You couldn’t think bitterly of him just because he might’ve wanted to kiss you on several occasions when you were just hanging out. You did sleep with him once, back in the day, but you both agreed to just be friends afterward. You were… kinda wild back then and didn’t like the idea of having a boyfriend. Kirishima tried to be understanding, but every now and then, you’d see him look at you with those sad, puppy-dog eyes.

There was a bleep! and you saw that you got a Snapchat notification from Sero. You pursed your lips and opened it to see a video of Kaminari singing your name, pushing Kirishima’s shoulder, and a chorus of several people making gross kissing noises at the two of them. You rolled your eyes and were about to close the video, but something—no, someone—in the background caught your eye.

You replayed the snap. There was singing, gross kissing noises, and him—right at the end of the video. He was only there for the last two seconds of the video, but those mesmerizing indigo eyes leering at the phone camera seemed to grab you by the throat.

You didn’t fucking imagine him. You didn’t fucking imagine him.

Sliding the screen to show the front-facing camera, you grimaced at your face. You rubbed the sleep out of your eyes and snapped a quick photo with the tag, ‘who is all there rn?’

Kaminari’s reply came instantly. It was another video of people hooting in the kitchen taking shots. Sero was sniffing at a rough-looking pineapple and Kaminari was yelling.

“Who is all here right now?!” Kaminari called and cheers came as a response. Kaminari turned the camera to face his grinning self. Kirishima was in the background checking his hair in the mirror. When he saw that the camera was in him, he flexed his arm, the dork. Then, Kamimari threw his arm around somebody, and pulled him into frame. You actually gasped.

“Why, the whole word is here, babe! Come overrrr!” Kaminari sang at you, but you weren’t paying any attention to him. Purple-haired-couch-kid was side-eyeing your drunken friend, but when he looked into the camera, he appeared to be amused. He wasn’t as dressed up as he was two weeks ago; he just had on a plane black T-shirt with the same ropey necklaces. The camera didn’t do his likeness any justice. The shadows under his eyes seemed to be much darker, and his skin was straight-up pale. Still, his gorgeous lavender eyes had you captivated. He was all you could see.

Purple-haired-guy’s ivory arm wrapped around Kaminari’s shoulder. He grinned, the whites of his teeth gleaming dangerously at the camera, squeezed Kaminari against him, and the video ended. You were too enamored to even thinking of taking a screenshot and you couldn’t replay the snap.

You cursed and covered your eyes with your pillow. You really were planning on sleeping the rest of the night away—maybe put on some cheesy soaps you could snicker at before zonking out. But now, it seemed, you didn’t have any choice but to go to the party. You had to see him.

A shower and a quick trip to the liquor store later and you were showing up to your friends’ rented domain with a six pack in hand. You entered without knocking. They never had the door locked; it was a constant open-invitation to ‘Denki’s Dank Crib’ as Kaminari wished people would call it.

You were immediately slapped in the face with human musk and you were glad to be wearing something more light: a white, chiffon top over your sunflower skirt with yellow, scrappy heels. It wasn’t everyday that you wanted to dress nicely, but as ridiculous as the concept was, if you did see the purple-haired-couch-kid… you wanted to look nice.

“Hey, you! Glad you could make it!” Strong arms pulled you into Kirishima’s hard chest. He smelled like sweat and old spice. He held you for two seconds too long, going so far as to rest his nose on the top of your head, before you pulled away, offering him a friendly smile. “Your conditioner smells nice!”

“Hah… thanks.” You grimaced.

“Oh, I’m sorry! That was really creepy! I’m sorry!” A slow blush bloomed on Kirishima’s cheeks. “I wasn’t trying to be weird. I might’ve had a few drinks already and I just… uh…”

Lending him a saving grace, you lifted the six pack up. “Care for another?”

“D’aww, you didn’t have to grab beer!” Kirishima grabbed the six pack from you. “I do love this stuff though! Thank you!”

“I couldn’t come here empty handed. It’s the least that I can do after what happened last time.” You started walking towards the kitchen, keeping an eye out for the purple guy or Kaminari.

“What happened last time?”

“You know,” you said while Kirishima cracked open a bottle, “when I had a freak out?”

“Freak out?” He offered you the bottle, but you shook your head. “What do you mean?”

You scanned the kitchen and saw only a few kids you didn’t know and Sero messing around with some frothy, yellow liquid in a beat-up blender. Looking to your right, you saw that there was nobody occupying Kaminari’s old loveseat. It wasn’t like you were expecting to see him there with what—Kaminari on his lap?—but it didn’t hurt to check.

“Like when I screamed and locked myself in the bathroom,” you said. “Then I left without saying goodbye.”

Kirishima’s brows crinkled. “I don’t remember you screaming or anything like that. You did leave a little suddenly, and I was bummed for like a minute, but that’s yesterday’s news. You’re here tonight!”

“Kiri, I was standing right next to you when I threw a fit. You don’t remember? You got me out of the bathroom.”

Kirishima shook his head. “Are you sure that was me?”

You were positive. You were definitely leaning on him, talking about how you didn’t need any boys, and Kirishima was warm like he always was when you touched him. You turned to look back at the couch and then you saw that purple guy bite Yui Kodai! Everyone heard you!

“You’re here!”

Sero zoomed towards you with two large cups of something in-hand. He gave you a bright smile and offered you one of the cups. “As soon as I heard you were heading over, I started making these! Piña coladas!”

“Oh…” you took the drink and gazed into the glass. It was yellow and mushy. Thinking back on your original theory—being drugged—you gave him a tight, closed-mouth grin. “What’s in it?”

“Uhh… Pineapple, coconut rum, and ice?” Seeing the unsure look on your face, Sero hastily added, “the pineapple was close to expiring, but I tasted it, and it’s still fine! Promise.”

“Did you even blend it right?” Kirishima asked, peering into your cup. “It looks like it’s breathing.”

“It’s not my fault our blender is janky!” Sero shot back. “I’m not the one who’s always making weird, keto-friendly protein shakes with, like, kale and shit added in every morning like some sort of psychopath.”

“It’s not crazy to be looking after my body. In fact, you could learn something from me!” Kirishima poked Sero in the ribs. “Skinny.”

“I’m not skinny,” Sero argued, flinching away. He lifted up his shirt to reveal his tight, well-kept abdomen. “I’m lean.” Sero smirked when he caught you staring.

“Alright, well, our girl only deserves the best service, and this ain’t it, chief.” Kirishima reaches to take the atrocity out of your hand, but seeing Sero’s dejected face, you pulled away.

“This is fine,” you promised warily. Beside yourself, you took a sip of Sero’s sloshy creation. You got a big chunk of pineapple in your mouth and chewed the rum out. The parts that weren’t chunks were all watery, like you were drinking straight rum. You forced yourself to smile. “It… tastes good at least.”

Sero was ecstatic. “Lovin’ your look, by the way. Yellow heels look good on you.”

Kirishima rolled his eyes and placed a hand on your back. “C’mon, you don’t have to be nice to him. Lemme make you something good in the kitchen.”

“Oh, wait, Sero. I wanted to apologize to you too!”

Sero raised a brow. “Apologize?”

“Yeah...” You turned your head from Sero to Kirishima, hoping for any sign of recognition. “For freaking out. Screaming. Locking myself in the bathroom. All those good things.”

“Oh,” Sero said. “Yeah, well, you’re forgiven.”

“So you remember!” You beamed.

Sero’s hand went to the back of his neck. “To be honest, I don’t remember a lot about the last party. I think Denki broke a table—“

“You helped him break the table,” Kirishima interjected.

“—aaand someone stole my good bong? That’s it. I’m sorry you had a bad time, though. Hopefully you’ll have more fun tonight! Kaminari bought a karaoke set. It’s got all the shitty songs they’re playing on the radio right now.”

“Where is Denki,” you asked, looking around. Damn it, if nobody remembered you screaming, at least you could count on Kaminari possibly getting the name of the kid who he had his arms around in that video he sent you.

“Off somewhere being a dumbass.” Sero waved his hand absently at the crowd of kids in the living room. “You wanna smoke? I just got a new bong and it hits pretty smoothly. Or maybe you wanna try karaoke? Though you would probably wanna get a couple drinks in before that, huh?”

“Ah, maybe later. I just gotta find Denki.”

“Why?” Kirishima asked suspiciously.

“I just gotta ask him something…” you pulled out your phone and dialed his number. It rang three times before getting to his raunchy voicemail. You scoffed.

“He could be up in his room,” Kirishima suggested.

“With a chick?” Asked Sero, amused. You made a face and Sero quickly corrected himself, saying, “I mean… with a nice lady?”

“Who’s to say.” You took a sip of Sero’s special beverage. It was gross, but you were here, and probably getting a little annoyed. You came out, so you might as well try to enjoy yourself.

“I’m sure he’ll come down eventually. If he really is with a girl, he’ll be down soon, and he’ll be hungry,” said Kirishima. “Hey, I’m gonna be ordering a pizza. Any topping preference? I was gonna get a few and wanted to make sure—oh, hey!! Bakugou!”

Your eyes followed Kirishima’s to see some grouchy-looking blonde kid coming in from the front door. You took advantage of both Sero and Kirishima greeting the guy with high-fives and fist-bumps, and made your way into the dining room where kids were playing a drinking game on a broken table.

You chatted a bit with a few kids you hadn’t met before, a girl whose name you forgot from the biology class you took last semester, and some guy who was so drunk you couldn’t comprehend a single mumble that rolled off his tongue. Nobody seemed to know where Kaminari was. Nobody seemed to have seen any boy with purple hair and an angelic face...

You scooted past three boys who were playing some stupid slapping game and into the living room. You sat down on the couch and checked in on your phone messages. It’s been two hours since Kaminari last texted you to come over. You thought about shooting him a text now, but—

‘Do you realize that all of the air in the room goes out when you walk in?’

You choked on air, as embarrassing as that was, and looked up, expecting to see someone who spoke to you. Nobody was paying you any mind for Kaminari's shitty couch, but you knew you heard that titillating voice, and it wasn’t because you were crazy.

‘Such a pretty little thing to be left all alone at a party. Did you lose your fan club?’

“Actually, I chose to sit here by myself,” you said aloud, minding the few people who actually turned to see you talking to yourself. You shrunk back into the couch and pretended to be taking a video of yourself.

‘Well, I’m sure. It’s a comfortable couch, afterall—better when shared.’

Oh, so this voice was a dirty, little thot. You clicked your tongue and texted Kaminari. ‘Hey, I’m here. Where are you?’

Kaminari(11:02): side yard.

Hopping up, you headed for the sliding patio door.

‘Eager to see your babe, babe?’

“Oh, shut up!” You hissed while walking outside and a girl watching a beer pong game frowned at you. You weren’t sure, you thought that you could hear a chuckle in the very far back-end of your head.

Kaminari was in the side yard, thank god. He was leaning against the house, staring absently at the side gate. He was alone, not on his phone or anything to keep him busy. He was just standing there.

“Hey, Kami!”

Kaminari barely turned his head towards you when he said, “hey...”

“I’ve been looking everywhere for you! What are you doing hiding away in the side yard?”

“‘m just chillin’. Waitin’ for my friend…”

“A friend?” You asked. “Kaminari, are you okay?”

“Of course,” Kaminari said, still staring at the side gate. “I’ve never been better… it’s a nice night…”

You stepped out in front of him. Kaminari didn’t meet your gaze; his yellow eyes were hazy and blank. You waved your hand in front of his face and he didn’t even react.

“Kami…”

“It’s a real nice night,” he repeated dreamily. “I‘m waiting for a friend...”

“What friend, Kami? Who are you waiting for?”

“Uhh… Dunno. He just left…”

“What does he look like?” You asked, growing impatient. Kaminari wasn’t the brightest, but he was never really this slow. There was something wrong with him.

“Hmmm… like the moon…”

“Denki.”

“...”

“I saw you near a kid with purple hair and a lot of jewelry in some of the snaps you sent, Kaminari. Do you know where I might be able to find him? He was at the last party too.”

“Yeah... That’s my friend…”

Thank god, thank god someone else knew who the hell you were talking about. “Do you know where he went?”

“To get a snack…” At that, Kaminari cracked a grin.

Fangs and blood flashed in your mind. You clenched your teeth together. If you remembered correctly, perhaps purple-haired-couch-kid’s idea of a snack wasn’t suitable for this party. You grabbed his wrist. “C’mon, let's go back inside. You need some water.”

But when you turned back to your house, you bumped right into what felt like a brick wall. But it wasn’t a brick wall. This barrier was a person whose ivory skin practically glowed an eerie white under the moonlight. This barrier was a person whose indigo eyes scanned you like a marauder finding his treasure. This barrier was a person whose flushed lips tugged up into a smirk when you shrieked.

Your stomach sank when he laughed at you after you leapt back and against Kaminari’s chest. Kaminari placed a gentle hand on your shoulder, as if he was trying to be reassuring, but his touch was too light and vacant to do much to calm you.

Goosebumps crawled up your skin when you took in couch-kid’s sudden appearance. You were mad at yourself for thinking that even though he was frightening in the dark, his sharp jawline was practically begging to be nibbled on.

Jesus, what the fuck was wrong with you?! You couldn’t be thinking about hooking up with strangers that bite while Denki was high and everyone else was forgetting shit! You shook your head and scowled.

“Sorry about that… didn’t mean to scare you.” Your heart did a little jump at hearing his voice for the first time. At least, you were pretty sure this was the first time you’d heard it. It did sound oddly familiar, but you couldn’t quite place it.

Couch-kid held out his hand. For a second, you thought he was going to shake your hand, but then you saw that he was holding a wrapped cereal bar. Froot Loops. “Here you go, Denki.”

Kaminari’s arm snaked through the opening between your arm and waist to grab the treat. Your body nearly vibrated from being only just a couple inches away from Couch-kid’s finger tips. His arms were nice—white and long, but strong, with a few prominent veins running up them. Did he drink weird, keto-friendly protein shakes with kale and shit added in them like Kirishima? Why did you care?

“Oh man, thanks Shinsou. I was starting to get dizzy,” Kaminari said, unwrapping the sweet treat. You heard him crunching from behind you, and you don’t know why, but you were suddenly very irritated with his presence. You shouldn’t have been. There was obviously something going on with him and you should’ve been wanting to help him out, but then, you really wanted to be alone with Couch-kid. The thought just made you more agitated.

“Not a problem,” Couch-kid—Shinsou—purred. He didn’t look at Kaminari when he spoke; he was eyeing you.

“Shinsou,” you said, pulling at the hem of your skirt. Did he remember you? Did he think you were dumb for staring at him without saying anything for so long back at the last party?

“That’s me.” Shinsou grinned. This time, he took your hand, rather than offering his, and kissed the back of your wrist. You honestly would have swooned if you didn’t see him do the exact same thing to Yui Kodai just a short while ago. Still, his cool lips making contact with your skin made tiny electric currents shoot up from your arm, to your neck. You shuddered. “I don’t think we’ve officially met. It’s a pleasure to make your acquaintance.”

“The, uh… pleasure’s all mine?” That was what they said in the movies, right? Cheesy soaps, whomst? What a weird thing to say, anyways. Even still, as silly as that old-time greeting was, he could’ve easily said something as ridiculous as, ‘charmed, I’m sure,’ and you still wouldn’t have been able to muster out a bark of laughter like you would with literally anywhere else.

“Denki, didn’t you say you wanted to go sing some karaoke?” Shinsou asked, his eyes still on you.

“I did say that,” Kaminari said, taking another bite out of his cereal bar. “Karaoke sounds nice…” And without any ceremony, he started walking. Sliding past you, he made his way down the side of the house. Just like that?! He was going to leave you with a stranger?

You called, “wait! Kaminari... are you really okay? You were acting a little funky just a minute ago.”

“Mmm, yeah, I’m fine. I just really wanted cereal.” Kaminari wiggled the now empty bar wrapper in the air. “But Shinsou took very good care of me…” That faraway look returned to his eyes when he said, “I’ll catch you later, babe.” With that, he was gone, leaving you alone with a guy who simultaneously made the hair on the back of your neck stand up and your heart melt with a quirk of his brow.

Shinsou’s eyes scanned over you, up from where your hand was bunched up in your skirt, to your torso, your collar bones, your lips, then back down to your neck. Unease settled over you when his eyes finally met yours and you had to quickly look away. You wished that you were anywhere else in the world. You also wished you could think of something, anything, to say to him, but asking about Kodai seemed to be so wrong to you, at the moment, and the last time either of you had interacted, you were about to hop into his lap!

Finally, you mustered, “do you know if he smoked anything? He really wasn’t acting like his usual self. I’m worried something might be wrong…”

“Not to my knowledge. He might’ve had a couple drinks though,” Shinsou said. There was another long pause, and you fought your brain to come up up a normal conversational topic, but Shinsou beat you to to the punch. “Is he your boyfriend?”

“What? No!” You still couldn’t look him in the eye as you answered. You hoped that it was dark enough to be able to hide your flushing face. “He’s really just a friend.”

“He calls you ‘babe’, though.”

“Yeah, well, if you put a skirt on, I’m sure he’d call you babe too.” You shrugged. “He’s just a flirt.”

“You weren’t wearing a skirt at that last party,” Shinsou mused, which gave you a little rush. He remembered you. “And he still called you babe.”

You pressed your lips together to keep from smiling, but your humor rang out in your voice when you asked, “are you interested in him or something? Because I can go get him back for you, if you want. I’m pretty sure he dated a guy our sophomore year.”

Shinsou clicked his tongue, amused. “It’s not him I’m interested in. Not really my type.”

“Right, right,” you laughed, gaining more confidence. “Well, I haven’t seen Kodai here tonight, but I think I have her number saved. Would you like me to give her a ring? It’s the least I can do for you taking care of my poor, dumb not-boyfriend while I was away.”

You reached inside your purse to grab your phone. You really would have called her, but before you could even touch your phone, Shinsou’s fingers were wrapped around your wrist. You almost yelped. Shinsou’s fingers were much cooler than his lips were and it surprised you.

“I knew you were jealous,” he remarked darkly. Immediately, you yanked your arm free, but that only prompted him to grab your wrist from a newer angle. You narrowed in on him, ready to bite—he was someone you didn’t know grabbing you, so obviously you had every right to—but as soon as you gazed into his eyes, you were lost.

His pupils were abyssal; so dark that they appeared white. Looking at him, your body felt cool—numb almost. Beyond any control, your body relaxed which made you lose your tight grip of Sero’s shitty piña colada. You didn’t even care about the cold, sloshy mess splattering over your heels.

Shinsou backed you into the wall, his stare intense, his lips parted and amused. He planted his free hand on your arm and took his time running it up to your shoulder, your neck. The tips of his fingers lightly danced across your jugular, the pad of his thumb slowly running up and down the pulsing vein. He scrutinized you dangerously, daring you to move, to run, to scream for help. Not knowing whether you were scared or aroused, you let him touch you, though ‘let’ didn’t seem like the appropriate word. It was like you had no other choice. He wanted to study you, so he would, and you would not object. So naturally, when Shinsou slid his hand to the nape of your neck, you turned to grant him access to what you knew what he really wanted.

He first pressed his nose up against your skin and inhaled deeply. You shivered as he groaned, “I’ve been waiting for you for too damn long. My sanguine.”

When Shinsou’s lips pressed against your flesh, you melted. Every nerve-ending in your body set aflame; you were no closer to fleeing the scene than you were indulging in the sweet sensation that his kiss had to offer. His cool tongue traveled up your neck, sending waves of jubilant shivers down your spine. His fingers hooked around your shoulder as he deepened the kiss. You felt a tingling sensation warming up between your legs that was only a tiny bit eased when he lodged his knee between you. His hand slid down your back where he pulled you on to him more comfortably; held up by his thigh, his arm, and nothing more.

“Nhhh-“ you tried to object, like you should, like you knew you wanted to, but a carnal urge pulled at the strings of your willpower. Whether he kissed you, or killed you, you wouldn’t be able to deny him his satisfaction. You would give him, Shinsou, a stranger, anything he wanted at any given moment.

But when you heard your name called from inside, the spell was broken.

You tensed. Shinsou’s lips froze against your skin. You felt his hands tighten around you protectively, possessively, and you knew you were in deep shit.

“Kiri,” you whispered despite wanting nothing more than to say another man’s name. Kirishima was looking for you and yet, here you were, in his side yard, with another boy. Perhaps you hadn’t changed as much as you originally thought you had.

“Don’t-!” Shinsou hissed when you tried to pull away. There was urgency in his voice, something unexpected from him. His eyes were desperate and hungry. Terrifying. It felt good knowing that he wanted to keep you, and that thought was more frightening than what you thought was his original intentions. Fingers slid their way to your waist, and Shinsou bowed his head, dipping in to kiss your lips, but before he could, your hand fell on his face.

It wasn’t a slap, no. You literally put your entire ass palm on his face to save yourself from a kiss you actually wanted.

“O-oh god!” You stuttered out. Beyond any responsible control, you shoved his head back. “I’m sorry!”

Finally freed, you bolted a good five feet away from him, back towards the house. Your assaulter gazed at you with surprise, sleepy eyes rounded in a sort of sincere, pitiful way, but you couldn’t let his dejection get to you. You swallowed harshly as you backed away from him and the wall, going against every fiber in your body telling you to stay put, to stay at his side, to let him satiate any and all needs that he had.

The thing is, you would have. Despite not being able to bark out the half-dozen questions you had for him (why do you bite people? Why can’t anybody remember you? Why do I think I can hear your voice in my head? Why the sudden smooches? What the fuck?) you would have stayed with him there, had you not heard your name called a second time.

“Leaving so soon?” Shinsou asked, gaining some composure, though as lax as he tried to make himself seem, there was an imperative note in his tone. “Don’t want to let your fan club down, I guess.” His voice was a shrug. “And here I thought you were going around asking about me.”

That was so excruciatingly embarrassing; being caught showing interest. Did he know how many people you spoke to? You wished you could wither up and blow away right then and there.

You glanced through the glass door to see Kirishima holding his phone up to your ear. A second later, your phone started buzzing. You ignored it.

“I guess I just wanted to know who you were, is all,” you said, a perfectly normal response. That was you: calm, cool, and collected—totally not willing to makeout with extremely hot strangers out of nowhere. “I haven’t seen you around before that last party…” which would be a perfectly fine segue into asking him why he bit Yui Kodai, if only you could will your body to ask!

“So you’re satisfied?”

“Uh-huh!” Not at all. Not at all. But that didn’t stop you from turning back towards the house.

‘Liar.’

Your body went cold. The voice rang too clearly to have been said aloud, but it was definitely his. In. Your. Head.

“What did you say?” You asked, turning back, trying to keep your tone steady. You didn’t know why, but you thought it would be bad if he heard your voice crack or squeak.

“I asked if you were satisfied. We barely got to converse and yet, you’re skittering away after making such a fuss about finding me. Why is that?”

“I’m not skittering away and—hey!” You put your hands on your hips. “You called me a liar just now, didn’t you?”

Shinsou placed his hands in his hips, mocking you. “I said no such thing!”

“Well, no, maybe you didn’t say it with your mouth…”

“What else would I have said it with? My hips?” He smirked. “Are you sure it wasn’t your own conscience calling you out?”

You scoffed. You couldn’t believe he was teasing you!” And what about your conscience?! Do you just go around attacking people’s necks out of nowhere like that as a hobby?!”

“Interesting choice of words,” he chuckled. “No, I wouldn’t say attacking people is a hobby, but more of a necessity. And I don’t usually go for the neck, either. I save that intimacy for victims who are a little more willing…”

‘Really, I wouldn’t want a single drop of you to run down your arms, anyways.’

“Willing?!” You started, incredulous. You pointed a shaking finger at him and continued with, “you really have a thing or two to learn about cons-!”

“Hey!” Kirishima was sliding the door to patio open. “I was looking for you! The pizza’s almost gone, but I saved you a couple slices.” He looked at you and registered the expression on your face. His eyes narrowed as he approached you. “Who are you talking to?”

But when Kirishima looked down the side yard, there was nobody there—just the slushy remains of your piña colada. He bent down to pick the cup up to see you shaken, wordless. “What happened?”

You could only shake your head. Because you didn’t know what happened—you didn’t know anything! Shinsou was there and now he wasn’t, and the more you tried to say anything on the matter, the more the words got stuck at the back of your throat.

“Hey,” Kirishima said, full of concern. He grabbed both of your trembling hands and wound his fingers through yours. That was intimate. Something sweet. Something that was supposed to be reassuring. What in the hell was supposed to be intimate about a guy you barely met narrowing in on your neck like that.

You sighed and allowed your head to fall against Kirishima’s chest. He wrapped his arms around you and held you close while that angry blonde kid, Bakugou, appeared at the doorway, munching on a slice of pizza (probably the last one.) He took one look at you, rolled his eyes, and walked away. Kirishima asked you what happened once more. You said, “I’d just really like to get home.”

“Let me walk with you,” Kirishima whispered. That would be pulling him away from his own party, but he didn’t seem to care about that. The world really needed more Kirishimas.

“Okay.”

Making your way through the house, you saw Kaminari in the living room slurring the lyrics to a lame song, Sero cheering him on while simultaneously recording every word, and Bakugou glaring out the front window. Kirishima quickly told Sero where the two of you were headed which made Sero form a tight line with his mouth. After seeing the stricken expression on your face, Sero seemed to ease up a bit.

Kirishima held your hand while he walked with you. He tried to make light conversation, attempting to get your mind off of whatever happened when you were alone in his side yard, but you couldn’t entertain him with idle chit chat. The entire walk home, you thought you felt somebody’s watchful gaze on you.

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