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devildom-moss · 4 months

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hello !! happy anniversary to ur blog and so sorry again for not reading ur rules for the flash requests post 💔

may i request sfw + 12 w solomon. just him pining for reader. like doesn't even have to include dialogue w/mc, i just wanna see him being so horrendously down bad for them hehe thank you 🫶🏻

Thank you, and no worries! I hope you don't mind headcanons with this one. Now, did I get too invested in this request? I think so. It's almost double the intended length. Do I regret that? Not in the slightest. I hope you enjoy it!!

1 year anniversary flash request event - SFW

(Solomon x gn!MC)

Prompt 12 – Your choice: Pining

Pining!Solomon, whose hands tremble when you hug him as he slowly brings his arms up to try to hug you back. For his entire life, he had never needed to be held by anyone – not in the way that he needs you. When he’s in your arms, he almost can’t believe it. It feels too good to be true, like some cruel setup designed to bring him a moment of pure joy before ripping you from his grasp. So, his hands tremble with uncertainty and love and hope that he can never speak of. Solomon will snap himself out of his fear, and when he does, his hands will grip your back and pull you in. He never knows when to let go – or rather, he never wants to. If only he could keep you in his arms for a second longer. If only he could hold you every day. If only your warmth would linger on his skin forever.

Pining!Solomon, who will never give up sitting with his legs spread apart now that he knows the feeling of your warmth pressed against him when he refused to give you the space. He knows it’s rude, but he would do anything to keep that prolonged contact. He needs it. Politeness be damned. What does politeness know of the comfort he gets from the physical proof that you are right by his side?

Pining!Solomon, who traces the spines of his books, mapping your name through the topography of every curve or scratch as he waits for you to arrive for your study sessions with him. When you’re running late, your name exists on the spine of every book on his desk. You’ll live on them forever. Now, he can scarcely scan through his personal library without feeling your presence.

Pining!Solomon, who reviews your last sent message when he hasn’t seen you all day. His fingers hover over the screen as he contemplates reaching out. But is one day too soon? He scans his mind for any believable excuse to contact you.

Pining!Solomon, whose mouth is a reflection of his mind, always wandering in your direction. Whether he’s chatting with the demons or angels or in a conference with the Sorcerers’ Society. He can’t resist asking about your well-being or your daily life (the parts of it that he isn’t involved in). He brags about his adorable, talented apprentice to the Sorcerers’ Society and even random demons and witches he’s acquainted with. However, he’s always careful not to brag too much – less someone try to harm you or steal you right from under his watchful eye. If anyone so much as considered it, Solomon would see red until his anger was soothed by disproportionate aggression or the comfort of your voice and touch.

Pining!Solomon, whose body follows after you whenever you pull away. When you break off a kiss, he leans into you, chasing the feeling of your lips on him again. When you let go of his hand, he reaches forward, ever so slightly, trying to recapture your touch. When you let go during a hug, he inches just a bit closer. When you walk ahead of him, he picks up his pace to catch you. When your bonds strengthen with the others, his heart aches, trying to crawl its way back to you.

Pining!Solomon, who doesn’t know how to be alone anymore. His mind has your face and voice memorized. When you aren’t around, sometimes he imagines you calling him from the other room – that if he sat up and walked in there right now, he’d see your precious face, smiling at him. He’ll use technology and magic to preserve these memories with routine frequency – in case the worst should ever happen.

Pining!Solomon, who has never known fear like this. His entire life could collapse in on itself, making him an emotional black hole, from a simple shift in your existence. That is the magnetic strength of his love for you. No change in your presence goes unnoticed. If you got hurt. . . if you died. . . he would pull all realms into his pain.

But, also, Pining!Solomon, who has never known peace like this. If anything could wash over the wreckage of a garden that Solomon has cultivated himself – sick with rot and death that poisons instead of fertilizing, that smells of chemicals and rust, where only the toxic and wretched could bloom – and make it divine, it would be your presence. It would be your laugh when Asmo has pranked Solomon, and the witty sorcerer was none the wiser. It would be the way you danced along to music with Solomon in the kitchen as you prepared dinner – if for no other reason than pointless joy, then to distract him from his desire to help with the cooking. It would be the way you rolled your eyes when Solomon caused you trouble, because your annoyance couldn’t overcome your affection for him. It would be your warmth and the gentle sound of your breathing as you slumped against Solomon’s shoulder – when he longed to trace his fingers along your beloved form, but the fear of waking you stilled his hands. It would be the trusting, understanding smile on your face, when Solomon couldn’t express his feelings in anything more than a whispered “I love you” – even when you needed his praise shouted to the sky for all to understand.

A/N: this will be the last request for the 1 year event - SFW request day. I still have 3 more SFW requests in my inbox though.

Requests are now closed. I will be working on the NSFW requests tomorrow. Don't worry, if you got your flash request in (or if you're waiting on requests from the previous round of general requests), I'll still be working on those. This was a lot of fun so far, so thank you all for participating with me.

#please I love him so much after writing this. My heart aches ahh #anon #requests #moss 1 year event sfw #moss 1 year event #gn!mc #solomon #obey me headcanons #obey me #obey me solomon #solomon x reader #solomon x mc

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blackberrywars · 2 years

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Cabin - Aiden/Lambert

SFW prompt fill for day 1 of the @witchersummercamp event!!! Beta’d by the utterly delightful @hellinglasses

Rating: T

Words: 2678

Pairing: Aiden/Lambert, Laiden

Tags: Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Non-Graphic Injury, Humans Being Assholes, Mentioned Past Sexual Encounters, Light Angst, Crying, Cutagens, Omega Lambert, Alpha Aiden

Summary: On the Path, there’s little room for comfort, softness, and safety, a rule that holds truer than most, even when Lambert needs those things the most. After they get turned away at their usual inn for Lambert’s heat, Aiden spends the next year making sure her baby wolf will never have to spend another season in a damp, cold, dirty cave again. Even if her hands get scraped to shit in the process.

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For the twentieth night in a row, Aiden can barely suppress a groan as she soaks her splinter-ridden hands in diluted Black Blood. It’s Lambert’s own recipe, saved over from last year —stronger stuff than she could ever brew herself— but the wounds have already healed over, sealing the wood pieces inside until she can dissolve them through her skin. She needs the potency. There’s more work to do. Her axe, pilfered from some asshole’s front yard, lays heavy across her lap. Not five paces farther stands the fruits of her labor. Barely eight by eight feet of rough-cut lumber with a floor of hard-packed earth, the little cabin has a strong frame and the kind of character only small, ugly, beloved things do. She grins. She’ll have to cut more logs tomorrow for the roof, soak them all in lye, and then add a rafter or three to support the results. Without Guxart’s tools, she can’t curve the beams, but if the damn thing doesn’t leak or fall down on them, she’ll be more than grateful.

It’s not Dyn Marv. It’s definitely not Kaer Morhen, not that she’s ever gotten to see it. But Lambert might just love it anyway, their own little shelter far away from anyone planning to bother them —Cat, Wolf, or human. Gods, fucking humans. Aiden tries not to put her anger on all the however-fucking-many people on the Continent, but her skin burns as the potion eats through the sealed wounds and into the splinters, and she doesn’t care enough to spare them. Especially not when she remembers last summer so well, when she can feel the pain and rage simmering in her chest. It hurts more than her hands do.

They hadn’t been prepared for rejection. Maybe they should have known better, after so long on the Path, but the little Nazairi inn had been a safe place (or as close to that as witchers got) for three wonderful years. Even longer, for Lambert before they’d bonded. Every midsummer, they saved up to rent a heat-room and spend a week in soft linens, where Aiden would take care of her baby at her most vulnerable. No monsters, no wild beasts, no people coming to bother them. The old man who ran the place, Azik, was always kind, offering them good food and not overcharging them for any of it, just absentmindedly rubbing his own scarred mating mark and handing them the keys with a smile. Said he remembered how it felt. To need somewhere warm and safe and comfortable.

Another year came and went, and they’d been more than happy to pay him a visit again, only to find him long gone. He was only mortal. Fickle, lovely, and mortal. His son, or so the bastard called himself, replaced him, told them to fuck off and find another inn, because he wouldn’t allow rutting mutants in his establishment —surely they’d put a curse on him. Nevermind that Aiden had been half-carrying Lambert, already half in pre-heat. Or that she’d offered to pay double. He had the same bowed lips as his father and none of his compassion to fall out of them. So, Aiden had to find a cave. Killed the poor bear inside, cleaned it as best she could, and laid out their meager amount of clothes on a bed of greenery and moss; the best nest she could provide, all while Lambert shivered with pain. It could have been worse. Her baby wolf had lived through worse: heats alone and heats unfortunately not.

She went back and killed the son anyway. Strangled him with a particularly strong vine from their makeshift nest and spit on his corpse on her way out. Lambert had their bags waiting when she returned, and Aiden couldn’t help but kiss her again.

Otherwise, she might not be here, surrounded by the stones and wood, having to rub her own aching shoulders after working well into the night, high off Cat and her own determination to get the little heat-house done before summer. She’d be traveling the Path with her baby wolf. Her omega. All day, they’d fight monsters and complain about random shit they encountered, be it the price of decent ale or a particularly rough patch of road. All night, they’d fleece humans at Gwent or make a disgustingly domestic camp together before fucking each other silly. Instead, Aiden’s alone. Alone and lonely, because she left a note for Lambert in their usual spring meeting place to meet her in summer instead, and she hasn’t seen her baby wolf in nearly a year.

Fuck, but it’ll be worth it. Guxart has everything she’s bought stockpiled in the caravan, ready for her to secret them away here. Soft cushions stolen from the inn in Nazair, furs treated by Kiyan’s expert hand, vibrant silks from Zerrikania, and a new courting gift, an alchemy kit set in silver. Aiden would give it —everything her omega could want or need. She’d feed Lambert sweet dried fruits and jams by the spoonful, fresh mushrooms from the forest cooked in the small ground oven she would build. All that and more, once she finished building the roof, insulating the walls, painting the inside, cleaning the debris, packing the dirt, laying the boards, and sleeping for a week.

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If Lambert trips over one more fucking tree root, she’s gonna rip her blindfold off and shove it down Aiden’s throat. The damn Cat had been dragging her along for nearly half an hour, and for all that she trusted Aiden with her life, the journey had put several expensive dents in her greaves. But she’s not really bitching about that. Aiden hadn’t explained anything to her before tying the cloth over her eyes, and frankly, Lambert had thought she would be having a much better time right now. Or at the very least less shitty than stumbling down a road and through the forest to fuck-knows-where.

Aiden had even dodged her kiss by the dick-graffitied signpost! And their reunion fuck! Her heart beats a little faster, and Aiden can hear it, and it’s just a little too humiliating to even acknowledge that this entire situation has her so anxious. She exhales, harsh and fast. Squeezes down on her alpha’s hand, partly to show her displeasure without actually having to say it out loud, partly to comfort herself, but even that’s different. Her calluses are all fucked up, thick in new places and softer where the old ones should be. It’s a stupid thing to care about. To worry about. Maybe Aiden found a hobby. More likely, they’re from whatever nebulous “work” she picked up that kept her away from Lambert in the spring. She cares anyway.

“Can I take this shit off now?”

“Not yet.”

“I swear on Melitele’s dripping cunt, if we are not there in fifteen seconds, I’m going to stab you.”

“You’ve never seen Melitele’s dripping cunt, so that’s not a very good swear. Also, we’re here.”

“Oh, fuck you—”

The slip of fabric falls from her face and Lambert can’t catch it, too busy staring at the structure in front of her. It could be a fisherman's shed, for its size, but all she can smell is cut wood and resin, the smell of the forest and Aiden beside her. She can’t see any scratches on the walls, or weathering on the roof. The paint looks new. Past the open door, where she doesn’t have to duck her head for once, a raised mattress covers the floor, with blankets folded in a stack atop it and cushions piled on the side, all of it absolutely perfect, arranged just the way she likes when she has the materials to make a nest for them. Aiden takes her hand again, rough calluses scraping against her skin, and oh fuck. Fuck.

“Aiden…… you made this?”

Strong arms wrap around her hips from behind, and Lambert’s silently thankful. Her right knee wobbles with the effort of keeping herself upright, and her throat feels like it’s closing with every second she stares at the little cabin with its flat roof and pale blue walls and the beautiful, beautiful nest inside. Smug as anything, close enough for Lambert to feel the grin against her neck, Aiden replies.

“Mmhm. Surprise! I spent all winter saving up the coin, and all of spring getting materials and building it so I could fill it with every soft thing I could think of. I know you miss your furs in Kaer Morhen.”

“What? This is… fuck, Aiden, what did you do?”

A stab of guilt hits her in the chest. How much does all this cost, if Aiden spent two seasons saving up and building it? She reaches down for the nearest pile of fabric, a collection of silks that feel almost liquid in her fingers, cool and soft next to the dense furs beside them. They’re not like the ones in Kaer Morhen. Those furs are older than she is, dusty and tough, smelling like every other Wolf omega who’d used them before she got the leftovers after centuries of wear. Winters make for poor hunting, when the bears, wolves, rabbits, and foxes are all in their dens, and fuck knows she hates the cold. The rest of the year, she’s gone. Vesemir spends his time just trying to keep the walls from crumbling. Never in her life has she felt furs this soft, this expensive. Aiden’s arms squeeze tighter around her middle.

“Gods, how much do I owe you for this? Even just the furs, fuck! You put months of pay and work into this, and unless you stole the materials, these must have cost a fucking fortune!”

“Pfft. You don’t owe me a copper.”

“The fuck do you mean, not a copper? This is so much, and they’re my heats, it’s my own damn responsibility.”

When she tries to turn around to face her, Aiden just tightens her grip, pinning Lambert to her soft chest. A deep, rumbling purr vibrates through Lambert’s back, and she can’t help but relax the slightest amount, practically conditioned after years of this bullshit to know that sound means safety and contentment.

“I mean you don’t owe me shit. These past ten years, you paid for our weeks in the inn, and even if you hadn’t… baby wolf, you let me share your heats —that’s worth the cost and more. That’s a gift and so is this.”

“Why? Why would you do that?”

The purring gets louder, but Lambert can feel Aiden’s exasperation like she’s the one being unreasonable.

“How could I not? You were miserable last year, no matter how much you tried to grit your teeth and tell me you’ve had worse.”

“I have. And I lived.”

“Not the point, little wolf. The point is that this year, you don’t have to deal with that filthy cave or worse, and that in my fucking opinion, you deserve a palace.”

“It’s too much.”

“Do you like it?”

It gives Lambert pause, that question, mostly because of course she fucking does. She looks around, double-checking to see if the little cabin wasn’t as lovely as she first saw it, but no, there’s the pillows and the furs and the paint and the calm, safe place that Aiden has built for her.

“Don’t be fuckin’ stupid.”

“It’s not stupid if it’s for you. You’re mine, you’re my omega, and I made this for you. If you like it, then every last thing I bought and did was worth it.”

And hasn’t she thought the same thing a million times over in her head? Fuck Aiden for saying things so damn well. For having the words. She thinks it every time she buys Aidn’s favorite pastries even when the baker charges her double the price. Or takes the kikimore’s claws so Aiden doesn’t take the venom. Or leaves Kaer Morhen when the Killer is still snowed through, just to see her sooner. How much has she paid? For Aiden’s happiness, brief and lasting? They’ve been through this. She loves Aiden, and Aiden loved her first. From anyone else, Lambert would keep demanding the hidden price until they caved, but with Aiden…… there won’t be a debt to pay later down the line.

She even squeezes Lambert just a little tighter, which does not fucking help the fact that she’s about to burst into tears. Her alpha built her a cabin with a nest inside, and it’s dry and safe and warm, far away from humans and monsters and fuck-all everything else that isn’t them. It has furs, and fuck her for knowing that, too. In the winters, when she deals with her heats alone, they’re all she has, but now she’ll have them in the summer too, with her alpha. Aiden kisses her shoulder over her armor, right above their bond-bite, and then the tears are rolling down her face.

“Shit. Baby, why’re you crying? Do you not— “I love it. Alpha, love, I love it.”

“You do?” She loops around to Lambert’s front, blocking her view of the cabin which almost helps her stop crying, because fuck everything, she wants to sob just looking at it. “Oh, baby wolf.”

Aiden hustles her further into the cabin so they're both inside and shuts the door behind them, solid and protective. Properly inside, it’s dark and cool. A thick bearskin lays just by her feet, and Lambert kneels down to bury her hands in it, sighing at how soft it feels against her skin. She coughs, trying to clear her throat. Chokes, then tries again.

“You can tell me later. Just let me take care of you —it’s what I built all this for.”

So she lets Aiden take her bags. Allows it when Aiden peels off her armor, piece by piece stacked by the door until she’s in just her shirtsleeves and rough trousers. Tries to take off Aiden’s in return with shaking hands, and she lets her; even though it takes her twice as long as it should, having something to do with her hands finally stops the tears before they lay down on the bare mattress. Aiden takes her usual spot pressed tightly against Lambert’s back, tucking her head under her chin. It hurts, and her voice comes out gravelly and awful, but she talks anyway.

“You made me a nest.”

“I did.”

“It’s… fuck, Aiden, it’s perfect. No one around for miles, far from the road, and…… fuck.”

“Mmmm.”

Aiden purrs again, rumbling and so sweet. This time, she lets Lambert shift in the cradle of her arms, turning until she can look at Aiden’s handsome face, dark and scarred in the lowlight. She presses a kiss to the underside of her chin, and then another. Everything is soft and warm and good. Her alpha included, and maybe more so than the cabin and everything in it combined, burning like a furnace against her body.

“I like taking care of you, omega. And it really did suck being in that cave for a week.”

Lambert rolls her eyes, wincing at the dryness. She takes the levity for the out it is and presses another grateful kiss to Aiden’s neck.

“It really fucking did.”

So much so, that she’d already had another inn lined up. Nenneke knows the owner, a no-nonsense young woman involved in a considerable amount of elf-smuggling, who would gladly let a pair of witchers defile one of her rooms for a price. Not that she’d tell Aiden that now. Aiden had built her a shelter with her own two hands, and for all that she slightly resents the instinct that makes her find it so attractive, rewarding her alpha’s good behavior usually goes well for both of them. Lambert can keep her mouth shut on this. She won’t tell anyone about the hidden cabin. This little place is theirs now. Theirs and theirs alone: not for the Wolves or the Cats or the humans or the Path, and she’ll enjoy every second they have it.

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deltaribbon · 5 years

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♡ Kris Kin Memories ♡

I'm not sure if I'll find anyone again, but if I do it would be very nice to see how everyone is doing. Also I'm currently 22, so 18 and over please if these sound familiar! This is a sfw zone because anything not sfw about me (Kris) makes me uncomfortable, sorry.

I don't have memories of Lancer yet unfortunately, but I did like him at least. What a good friend.

♡ I absolutely ate moss and stuck shakles on myself because I thought it would be funny, but I feel bad because I made Ralsei worry.

♡ I am much gentler where the only violent thing I did was pull out the SOUL once, but I came to terms with having it and learnt to be harmonious about it. I initially ripped it out because I didn't like the idea of losing who I was and all that. But I think we came to an aggreement that the SOUL can stay if I was allowed to be myself and make my own choices. Don't ask how. I don't know myself I don't remember.

♡ I'm quiet in my canon, but I also remember doing a lot of things for the hell of it....like putting the bathbomb in the toilet.

♡ I was pretty close to Ralsei, and I remember being very fond of him.

♡ I'm a little bit older (about a year or two) than the current canon because my timeline is passed that. The events of Deltarune already happened, and I remember going back pretty often.

♡ I think Susie and I actually did our group project together. Like, properly did our group project. I think it was a lot more fun doing it with a friend.

♡ At some point after Deltarune chapter 1, I forgot everything. I don't know why, and I don't know how, but all I remember is that something happened to me. But I'm slowly remembering everything again now. I'm sorry it took so long. I think everyone was sad I forgot. I don't know why I forgot or how I'm so sorry.

♡ I think Susie tried to take me to the Darkworld when I forgot, but I still couldn't remember. She took my amnesia pretty hard. Probably took it the hardest out of all of my friends. While those memories where I forgot don't affect me anymore, I still feel bad. I remember always wanting to be heroic in the Darkworld, but I couldn't do it when I forgot everything.

♡ Some of my most notable features are my mint green & pink sweater, the black ribbon around my neck, and I had slightly longer hair. You could actually see one of my eyes. They were pink in the Overworld, and red in the Darkworld.

♡ Following that, when Ralsei and I found the white ribbon, I tied it around my neck in a bow. Ralsei thought it was cute and it made me pretty happy to hear tbh.

♡ My Darkworld cape and Ralsei's scarf were the same shade of a reddish pinkish kinda colour. We matched. I loved it.

♡ We were the Fun Gang in my canon.

♡ I really miss Asriel. Home isn't the same without him. I was really close to him. We did play some pranks together haha, but that was when we were much younger. He liked to noogie me when I least expected it, especially when he felt proud of me.

♡ My dad's hugs were nice. I hug Ralsei like that sometimes haha.

♡ I think Asriel hugs me like dad does too.

♡ Speaking of Asriel, he would always be so done with puns. It didn't help that my mom and I would make puns so much. I'd always call him Azzy when I was teasing him.

♡ I was definitely friends with Sans and Papyrus, but I remember eyeing Sans a little because I wonderded if he had a thing for my mom. I wasn't ready to call him "dad," and I am still not ready to call him that.

♡ Yes, mom and dad were still divorced in my canon.

♡ I don't remember much about Papyrus, but I remember I thought he was pretty great.

♡ I spent a lot of time sleeping in. I was late for class a lot because of it. That only happened after Asriel left for college, though. He was pretty insistent on getting me to school on time.

♡ Asriel came back after I got amnesia. He was really sad about it, but between college and me I didn't see him much. He always took me to the bench where Onion san was to talk though. We got milkshakes pretty often. He was really patient even though I didn't remember him.

♡ Mom absolutely let me stay at home because of the amnesia, but I spent more time wandering around instead. At first she worried a lot, but calmed down after I figured out my way around. Plus if I was lost, I got Undyne to bring me back. Idk how I did. Sometimes it was Sans. Sometimes Papyrus? Just, whoever I guess.

♡ I knew mom would throw away all the flowers dad would pass to me, so I think at some point I asked mom if I could just bring them somewhere else. I'm not sure where. Probably the cemetery or something? I know it was somewhere where flowers were okay to leave. I just felt bad that the flowers would be put in the trash all the time.

♡ I got into so much trouble for eating a whole pie once. I got so sick, but Susie just gave me a thumbs up when she heard.

#krelsmemories

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devildom-moss · 4 months

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Hello and happy 1 year anniversary!!!!! Wahooooo🎉🎉

For the flash requests, can i have SFW, drunk/tipsy with solomon x reader? Thank youiii 💃💃💃

Drunk Solomon is so precious. I swear. I hope you enjoy, anon.

1 year anniversary flash request event - SFW

(Solomon x gn!MC)

Prompt 10 - Drunk/Tipsy

“MC, you’re home!” Solomon exclaimed as he stumbled in through the door, nearly tripping over a side table that he was certain had moved at least 6 inches to the left since the last time he was in that room. It had not. “You’re really home.”

“I’ve been home for two hours, Solomon. You’re the one who’s just getting back. What were you up to?” You asked nonchalantly, still reading the book you had picked up with Satan at a bookstore.

“I went out for a . . . a something. . . but I think I forgot it.” Solomon chuckled.

From your spot on the couch, you looked up from your book to see Solomon’s face right in front of you. He was much closer than you expected. His bright pink cheeks and goofy grin gave him away. You shut the book and set it aside. “You’re drunk, I see.”

“Me? No~ Well, maybe a little. Hehe,” Solomon giggled. He climbed onto your lap, straddling you and lacing his hands behind your head. “You sure are smart. And you’re cute to boot. I got the cutest most adorable apprentice in all the realms across all time.”

“Yes, yes, and I have the best teacher,” you cooed, patting his cheek in an act of appeasement. “Why did you drink so much, Solomon?”

“Why? Whywhywhy?” Solomon shook his head with each “why” as if he was trying to shake the answer loose from his brain. “Oh! I remembered. S’cause my favorite apprentice was gone, an’ I had to eat dinner al’lone.”

“That’s all? Satan and I stayed at the bookstore a bit longer than we intended. I sent you a message to tell you I was going to be late.”

“How come food tastes better when ’s with you? S’like your cute face makes it full of flavor.” Solomon pulled his hands back enough to hold the sides of your face. “S’cute. S’cute. I wanna kiss you all over – an’ I mean all over.”

“Oh, honey, you’re really drunk, aren’t you?” You chuckled. Seeing Solomon the Wise reduced to a sappy mess of compliments and slurred words was entertaining. Perhaps you should pull out your phone and get some video proof for later.

“If I say yes, will ya take good care of me?” Solomon headbutted you gently and kept his forehead pressed to yours. “Take care of me, yeah?”

“The fact that you’re so drunk that you’re not even embarrassed to ask means I don’t have much of a choice.”

“I’m embarrassed!” Solomon exclaimed much too loudly before he pouted and sighed, causing the strong smell of liquor to hit you. “I jus’ wan’ you more than I feel embarrassed. You mus’think I’m a big baby right now.”

“You are a big baby right now,” you confirmed, “but you’re my big baby. Now, get up slowly, so I can help you get washed up. Then we’ll get you some water, and you can sleep in my room.”

“Noo,” Solomon whined. “I can’t let you go.”

“I’ll be with you the whole time. I’m not going anywhere,” you reassured him.

“Promise? Sorcerer’s oath? No, wait! Seal it with a kiss, okay?” You rolled your eyes and kissed his cheek. Solomon shook his head in response. “Nope. On the lips. Ya hav’ta.”

“You’re drunk.”

“Pretty please?” he begged. “Not as pretty as you, but pretty ‘nough please?”

“One quick kiss,” you relented.

“Yay,” Solomon wrapped his arms around you and captured your lips in a kiss that lasted much longer than a “quick kiss” should have, moaning gently against you as he did. When he finally pulled back and noticed the look on your face, unamused, he broke into a grin. “I’m really old. 30 seconds is quick to me.”

Solomon slowly got off your lap, holding onto your arm for balance. You stood and tried to gently push him towards the bathroom, but he stopped and turned around to take your hands in his. He played with your fingers, carefully folding each one down before unfolding them again.

“Hey, MC? You love me, right?” he asked shyly.

“I love you.”

“Promise?”

“I promise, Solomon. Now walk towards the bathroom before I have to carry you there myself.” You probably shouldn’t have said that.

A/N: requests are still open for the rest of today. If anyone else wants to enter, there's still a few more hours left. (rules here). I probably won't get to all of the SFW requests, but I may be able to finish them up tomorrow or the day after.

#moss 1 year event sfw #moss 1 year event #anon #requests #gn!mc #solomon #obey me short fic #obey me solomon #solomon x mc #solomon x reader

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devildom-moss · 4 months

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Sfw, 10, w/ Levi x mc? Thinking about that one chat where he shows up drunk to a student council meeting and having to take care of him urrggg

Honestly such a cute first request!

1 year anniversary flash request event - SFW

(Leviathan x gn!MC)

Prompt 10 - Drunk Tipsy

You were just sitting in the library, studying by yourself, when Levi came up to you and sank down on the floor next to your chair. He pressed his cheek against your thigh and clung to your legs tightly.

“What’s gotten into you?” You were taken aback by his sudden clinginess – in public no less. He was never this affectionate. How was he not dying of embarrassment right now?

“Feel warm, MC. Hel’me.” Levi’s words slurred as he looked up at you, his eyes wide and watery. A deep pink flush painted his cheeks up to his ears.

You pressed your hands to his cheeks and forehead. He didn’t feel particularly warm or feverish. You smoothed your hand through his hair. “Are you sick, baby?”

Levi broke into a grin and released your legs from the grip of one of his arms to dig around in his bag. He produced a 700ml glass bottle with Ruri-chan surrounded by a bunch of cherry blossoms and cherries on the label. “S’all gone now.”

“Cherry juice? Is it cursed or something?” You took the bottle from him to inspect it, checking the nutritional label for any warnings. You sighed, “Baby, this has a 17% alcohol content. You drank all of it just now?”

“Mhm,” Levi nodded cutely, “big oopsie.”

“Big oopsie, indeed. That’s like 6 glasses of fortified wine.” You chuckled and began to gather your things. With everything put away, you pat Levi’s head. “Come on, baby, up you go. Let’s get you somewhere quieter for a while.”

“What for? Are we going to makeout?” Levi stood up excitedly, almost collapsing under the sudden alcohol-induced vertigo. You caught him in your arms and led him towards the nearest exit.

“Careful now, baby. Just take it slow and lean on me if you have to.” You kept your hand firmly on Levi’s back.

“Can I do it jus‘cause I wan’?” Levi asked, not waiting for permission before he balled the hem of your shirt up in his fist.

When you finally got him to an empty, dim-lit common room with a couch, you sat him down carefully. Then, you set your bag on the floor and sat down at one end of the couch.

“Why s’far away?” Levi pouted. “You’re mad at me?”

“No, baby,” you reassured him. You pat your thigh gently. “Lay down for a bit, okay?”

“Pillow MC?” Levi cracked a hopeful smile. You nodded. “WAH! I’mtheluckiestdemonever!!”

Levi dived into your lap, snuggling into your body. You laced your fingers through his hair and scratched his scalp gently. “Comfy?”

“Comfy-cozy like a normie.” Levi nuzzled your thigh. The tint on his cheeks grew a deeper shade of pink. “S’happy I could die.”

“If Lucifer finds out you got drunk at school, you might actually die,” you teased while still scratching his head. He let out a quiet yelp. “Don’t worry, baby. I’ll keep you safe. Just rest for now. I have water in my bag whenever you get thirsty. Everything will be okay. I’ve got you.”

“Promise?” Levi turned his head to look up at you. His face was still flushed, and his eyes were large and trusting.

“I promise.” You leaned down and placed a kiss on his forehead.

Levi turned quickly in an attempt to hide his smile and blush in the flesh of your thighs. He mumbled, “love you.”

“I love you too, baby.”

A/N: requests are still open for the rest of today if anyone else wants to enter. (rules here)

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devildom-moss · 4 months

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Happy 1 year anniversary to your blog! ❤️

Can I request gn! reader on their first date with Meph in nightbringer

hope you have a great day/night ^^

Thank you for the request. I had so much fun with it that I might have taken longer on it and made it a little longer than I should have. Oh well!

1 year anniversary flash request event - SFW

(Mephistopheles x gn!MC)

Prompt 9 - First date

How did this even happen? Mephisto wondered as he opened his car door for you, taking the opportunity to inconspicuously ogle at you as you got in.

You had taken the initiative and invited him out for a drink. His flustered, wide-eyed face confused you as the words tumbled from his mouth: “A-are you asking me out on a date?”

“Yeah, that was my intention,” you shrugged.

“Why, I never –! A human of all the –!” Mephisto mumbled to himself.

“What? I think you’re cute.” You furrowed your brows. “Have you never been asked on a date before?”

“I’ve been asked out before; I just never accepted. I’ve never had any interest before.”

“Before? So, you have interest now?”

“I didn’t say that, you impudent human!” Mephisto crossed his arms defensively, heat rising in his cheeks.

“Well, I suppose you might not be an ideal date anyway – due to the lack of experience and what not,” you teased.

“How dare you! I’m a gentleman. I would make an astounding escort –”

“Who said anything about an escort?”

“Escort on a date! Not a – forget it.” Mephisto mumbled. “I’ll pick you up at Cocytus Hall at 7pm tomorrow night. Wear something nice but comfortable!”

With that, he stormed off – just in time to hide the smile that cracked through his indignant façade.

He brought you to a nice restaurant – not quite as upscale as Ristorante Six, but you knew he had called ahead and leveraged his name (perhaps even slipped some money towards the establishment) to get this reservation. Now that you were sitting across from him, with his handsome face and his dignified suit that somehow outshined his god-awful taste in neckwear, you were starting to feel nervous. He picked up on that.

“Relax. You’re the one who asked me out, after all,” Mephisto sounded annoyed, but he stared at you with a reassuring smile. “You look lovely tonight. Just act like your usual, barely-tolerable self, and you’ll be fine. I’m here with you. There’s nothing to worry about.”

“Thank you for agreeing to go out with me.” You smiled and let out a sigh of relief. Mephisto cleared his throat to distract from the sudden warmth that flooded his face.

Not too surprisingly, Mephisto was an excellent conversationalist. You were delighted when you actually managed to make him laugh so much that he looked surprised as he tried to quiet his laughter – as if he hadn’t expected you to be so funny, or maybe he hadn’t expected to enjoy your company so much.

After dinner, you expected him to promptly take you home, but instead, he offered you his arm and took you for a walk down the street. You didn’t mind, but you asked him nonetheless, “Where are we going?”

“That’s a surprise. You wouldn’t want to ruin a surprise, now, would you?”

A short but rather relaxing stroll later, Mephisto stopped at a small, almost shady-looking shop. After a wonderful dinner, you decided you owed Mephisto the benefit of the doubt and walked into the shop when he held the door open for you. The shop was filled with (shockingly clean and organized) shelves, each one stacked with intriguing knick-knacks and magical items. You could feel the magic just by walking through the doorway.

Somehow, in response to almost anything that piqued your interest, Mephisto had some kind of insight or background knowledge. And you thought Satan and Solomon were the nerds.

“You’re so knowledgeable,” you admired him. “But what made you think to bring me here?”

“You’re studying under Solomon, aren’t you? I figured the wise sorcerer’s apprentice might appreciate something like this. And I’m not that knowledgeable; I did a write up on this place a few weeks ago. I’m a little disappointed you didn’t have the chance to read it.”

You stifled a laugh at his slight pout. “Still, it looks like you retained a lot of that information. That’s pretty cool.”

Mephisto smiled at your praise. “If something in particular catches your eye, let me know before we leave. I’ll get it for you – and no, it’s not any trouble. I’m happy to provide you with a memento of our date. Consider it a reward for being surprisingly good company.”

“You didn’t have to say ‘surprisingly.’”

Mephisto looked around quickly before leaning in and stealing a quick kiss in the middle of the shop. “Consider that one a reward for the adorably stupid faces you make when you’re annoyed at me.”

“You’re awful,” you lied.

“I know.” Mephisto smirked and stole another kiss from you. This time, he lingered on your lips. “Thank you for asking me out.”

A/N: requests are still open for the rest of today if anyone else wants to enter. (rules here) I probably won't get to all of the SFW requests, but I may be able to finish them up tomorrow or the day after.

#moss 1 year event #moss 1 year event sfw #anon #requests #mephistopheles #gn!mc #obey me #obey me short fic #obey me mephistopheles #mephistopheles x reader #mephistopheles x mc #mephistopheles fluff #I swear he's going to be my third favorite if y'all don't stop making me fall for this man every time I get a request to write about him

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devildom-moss · 4 months

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For the flash requests, maybe sfw 10 with raphael? He'd be adorable drunk I know it

Agreed! I got a little suggestive with this one, but given the prompt and that it's still SFW, I hope you don't mind anon.

1 year anniversary flash request event - SFW

(Raphael x gn!MC)

Prompt 10 – Drunk/Tipsy

“It sure was nice of Diavolo to give you this. . . entire case of Demonus, but why did you call? You said it was urgent.” You looked around Raphael’s room. Among his mess of sewing supplies, books, documents, and about a dozen spears, was a large case of a dozen bottles of premium Demonus. Raphael had already gone through two bottles by himself.

“It is urgent. I urgently needed to see you. You can’t expect me to enjoy Demonus this good alone, right?” Raphael flashed one of those handsome grins he kept hidden for special psychological warfare and manipulation, and you knew you were done for.

“I would have taken time to dress better if you had just told me that you wanted a drinking buddy.” You rolled your eyes and plopped down next to Raphael, who was sitting cross-legged on the floor.

“No need. You already look good – good enough to tempt an angel.” He smiled and handed you a glass. He filled your glass half-way with an eerily steady hand. “Hey, MC, have you ever slept with a seraphim?”

“Excuse me?” You were shocked by his bluntness – which said a lot as far as Raphael was concerned.

“Ahaha, just kidding,” he teased, leaning towards you until his shoulder bumped into yours. “Now drink your Demonus. You have to catch up.”

“You do know Demonus doesn’t work on humans, right?”

“Really? Oh no,” Raphael pouted and dropped his head, staring intensely at the glass in his hands. When he popped his head back up, a smile was plastered on his face. “Well, what do you say you get drunk on me instead?”

Raphael crawled over you and straddled your hips. He took a sip of his Demonus, holding it in his mouth, before he dipped down and kissed you. He prodded at your lips with the tip of his tongue until you opened your mouth for him. With that, he pushed some of the Demonus into you, teasing you with his tongue and waiting until you swallowed before he pulled away with a boyish chuckle.

“How was that?” Raphael stared down at you, clearly delighted with his playful antics.

“No one warned me you were a flirty drunk.” You wiped your lips.

“Hey, don’t wipe my kiss off,” Raphael complained and placed another kiss on your lips – this one far more chaste than the previous. Yet, when he pulled back, he had the same content look on his face. “And, of course, they didn’t warn you. Y’know why?”

“Because only Michael and Lucifer can match your tolerance?” you guessed.

“No.” Raphael shook his head, paused, and then tilted it to the side like a confused puppy. “Or yes? But no. The real reason is a secret. A big one. Not even Michael knows it. Wanna know?”

“Are you sure you should be telling me your drunken secrets?” you asked, almost pitying him in his current state.

“Yes. Yes, yes, yes. I wanna tell you most of all.” Raphael leaned down to whisper in your ear. “It’s ‘cause I’ve never felt this way before. You’re the first.”

“Aw, really?” You couldn’t hold back your surprised smile.

“Mhm. I like you so, so much.” Raphael nuzzled into your neck and wrapped his arms around you. He lowered himself until he was comfortably sitting on your lap. With an unusual affection in his voice, he whispered against your skin, “I’ve never wanted to kiss anyone ‘til I met you, and now I wanna kiss you all the time. I wanna kiss you. I wanna. . . I wanna. . .”

Raphael’s words trailed off and gave way to gentle breathing. He had fallen asleep in your lap, clinging to your neck, and whispering sweet nothings in your ear. He was going to be mortified when he woke up, but for now you wanted to cherish this. You held him and pet his fluffy hair until you were ready to get him in his bed.

A/N: requests are still open for a few more minutes if anyone else wants to enter. (rules here) I won't get to all of the SFW requests today, but I may be able to finish them up tomorrow or the day after.

#moss 1 year event sfw #moss 1 year event #gn!mc #anon #requests #raphael #obey me #obey me short fic #I want to ruin him so bad. Sorry.#obey me raphael #raphael x reader #raphael x mc

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devildom-moss · 4 months

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Hi, could you do a SFW. Stolen Kiss w/ Satan x GN!MC please? Thank you!

You got it. I had a lot of fun with this one, so I hope you enjoy it.

1 year anniversary flash request event - SFW

(Satan x gn!MC)

Prompt 8 – Stolen kiss

Satan was pissed. After all the research he did and the trouble he went through to get the magical ingredients necessary for the curse only for one of Lucifer’s charms to deflect it – Satan could set the house on fire with his anger. Satan just wanted to make all of Lucifer’s socks and shirts invisible when he wore them. The thought of Lucifer walking around looking like he wasn’t wearing any socks or a shirt under his coats, jackets, or vests would have been so undignified and hilarious. He would have been humiliated. But now, Satan was completely invisible, and he was ready to use his newfound invisibility to wreak havoc on that pompous bastard. After all, it was Lucifer’s fault that Satan’s curse had backfired.

On his way to Lucifer’s office – hoping the bastard would be in there – Satan stormed through the house and into the library, unseen. Suddenly, all his rage melted when he saw you curled up in one of the large armchairs with a book still in your lap. His breath caught in his throat. You looked so peaceful and adorable. It was as if a blessing had been bestowed on him – like when he was on a walk and found a cat napping on whatever warm surface it could find. Satan pat himself down, searching for his D.D.D., only to find that he couldn’t see his phone when he pulled it out. Even if he managed to unlock the screen, he’d never be able to get a good picture of you like this. He sighed and put his phone away.

“I guess I’ll just have to remember how cute you look,” Satan whispered, stretching out his hand to pet you gently. You hummed softly in your sleep. He treasured that peaceful look on your face – although he wished you wouldn’t fall asleep out in the open where anyone could see you. With a tender smile, Satan bent down and left a kiss on your forehead.

This time, it was enough to cause you to stir. You furrowed your brows and opened your eyes slowly – first one and then the other. You had definitely felt something.

“Hello?” you called out, expecting someone to be nearby. Maybe you had just sensed someone looking at you. Maybe the House of Lamentation had ghosts again.

“Good morning, MC,” Satan spoke – or at least it sounded like him. You looked around, searching for the source of the voice.

“Satan? Is that you?”

“So, you recognize my voice even when you’ve just woken up? That’s cute.” Satan chuckled.

“Where are you? You’re not talking to me in my head or something, are you? Did you all finally drive me medically insane?”

“No, nothing like that,” Satan laughed. “As much as I would love to be stuck in your head, I’m afraid I’ve been cursed with invisibility for the time being.”

“Really?” You were shocked. “Which idiot had the balls to curse you? You’re not just messing with me, right?”

Satan side-stepped your “which idiot” question. He figured it wouldn’t exactly be charming to admit he had sort of – maybe – brought this upon himself. “Want proof?”

“I guess?”

Satan approached you and brought his lips to yours. You couldn’t see him, but you felt the familiar sensation of his lips, followed by a warm caress on your cheek. Although you were still a bit confused, you went along with it, closing your eyes and kissing him back. When you felt him pull away, you opened your eyes. Satan was visible again, standing right in front of you with an affectionate smile and a light blush on his cheeks.

“Damn,” Satan whispered – half in response to kissing you, and half because he wasn’t invisible anymore. “There go my plans to prank Lucifer back. Too bad.”

“Well, I’m glad I can see you now.” You smiled up at him.

Satan’s grin widened, and he held your face before giving you another slow, sweet kiss. “I’m happy you can see me, too.”

#arlatthan #requests #moss 1 year event #moss 1 year event sfw #gn!mc #satan #obey me short fic #obey me #the last two request have me back on my loving Satan bs. He's so cute and I just want to bite him a little #obey me satan #satan x mc #satan x reader

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devildom-moss · 4 months

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Request for a year anniversary: congrats on the milestone! I always enjoy your content. I would love a barbatos, Simeon, Solomon, and diavolo domestic fluff fic or HCs. Dealer choice if they’re broken up into separate fics or all HCs or a series. Ty for all that you do!

Technically, the requests are only for one pair, ship, or trio. I have already posted some domestic fluff headcanons for Solomon, so I used a random number generator to select one of the other characters, since I assume you meant individually with MC. I got #2 (Simeon), which worked out since I don't currently have any Simeon requests (I think). Sorry about that, but I hope that's fine.

1 year anniversary flash request event - SFW

(Simeon x gn!MC)

Prompt 12 - Your choice: Domestic Fluff

Domestic!Simeon, who runs baths with sweet-smelling salts for you and only occasionally gets in the bath with you, usually with his bare chest pressed against your back as you sit between his legs. Sometimes he’ll even invite himself into your shower just to wash your hair for you and take in the sight of water running down your skin. He loves to place kisses on your freshly cleansed skin, as if he can’t stand the idea that you might have washed his love down the drain.

Domestic!Simeon, who prepares meals for you whenever you let him. He loves to feed you, and he’s especially fond of sending you out with homemade lunches, knowing that not only will you have a quality meal, but that everyone will know you have someone who loves you enough to prepare food for you. Simeon also adores when you do lunch exchanges, preparing each other’s meals.

Domestic!Simeon, who insists on spending time with you in the kitchen at least once a week regardless of your culinary experience. If you’re bad at cooking, he takes it as an opportunity to slowly teach you. Simeon cherishes the time spent preparing food or drinks as a couple. He also uses these moments as an excuse for some physical intimacy: gentle kisses between steps in a recipe, sweetly cleaning each other’s skin when messes occur, one of you holding the other from behind as they work.

Domestic!Simeon, who typically wakes up before you. The kitchen always smells like coffee when you get up – usually with undertones of whatever bread or pastry Simeon has warmed up that morning. Don’t worry, as soon as Simeon heard you start to move around in the bedroom, he started to warm up a pastry/bread for you and put on a fresh pot of coffee (if you drink it. If not, he might prepare a cup of tea or something instead) “Everything will be ready in a minute, sweetheart.” For now, just give him a good morning kiss – and, no, he doesn’t care if your breath stinks right now.

Domestic!Simeon, who only stays in bed late when he knows neither of you have anywhere to be that morning. He’ll snuggle into your arms or hold you to his chest. He would pepper you in kisses and whisper words of love against your skin. (Suggestive: And if you’re in the mood, he’ll take his time making love to you until you’re utterly satisfied.)

Domestic!Simeon, who watches movies with you on the couch, bundled in blankets, some nights. He’ll prep food and/or buy snacks ahead of time. Sometimes, you’ll both fall asleep on the couch that night, cuddling each other close. You might wake up a little sore, but it feels worth it.

Domestic!Simeon, who crawls onto your lap while you’re working or reading when he’s had a bad day. You don’t have to talk. You don’t even have to try to comfort him. Just being in your arms for a while, with his head resting against your body, is enough. He takes comfort in listening to your heartbeat.

Domestic!Simeon, who hides love notes around the house for you whenever he feels his love bubbling up and can’t figure out how else to let it out. They’ll be in random places, too: inside that box of cereal you opened the other day and haven’t finished; inside the egg carton; taped to the side of an unopened tissue box, waiting for you to need a replacement; in that book you picked up last month and forgot to finish – right where you left off; in the pocket of your favorite jacket or pair of pants. He doesn’t even remember where they’re all at, and he isn’t particularly bothered if you don’t find it or accidentally ruin the note before you have a chance to read it; he just had too much love to contain in his body.

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devildom-moss · 4 months

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OH SHIT I FORGOT THEY OPENED YESTERDAY!! If you are keeping them open another day, how about "Jealousy" (SFW) with Lucifer and m!MC? Possibly in the same sort of timeline as the marriage one just so he gets to call him his fiance.

Hope this is to your liking, anon!

1 year anniversary flash request event - SFW

(Lucifer x m!MC)

Prompt 2 - Jealousy

First, you went shopping with Solomon of all silver-haired, shady bastards. Then, you spent your lunch playing games with his brothers. Then, Diavolo had the nerve to pat you on the head for getting your report in ahead of schedule – which was not only uncalled for, but completely self-indulgent and rude when Diavolo knew better than to touch what didn’t belong to him. Now, some lesser demon was approaching you on your walk home – the only time Lucifer had gotten you alone all day – to give you a present, claiming to be a part of the “Demons for Humans: MC Fanclub.” Now, Lucifer wasn’t convinced that such a club didn’t exist, nor was he a stranger to fanclubs or random admirers coming up to him with offerings, but this was you who was getting extra attention, and Lucifer had used up all the tolerance he had to spare.

“You’re just so cool, and I’ve really come to appreciate humans since you came to the Devildom. I wanted to thank you for all of that, so please accept this!” The lesser demon thrusted the present out towards you, bowing his head in embarrassment and respect.

You took the gift from him with a smile. “Thank you. That’s so sweet.”

By then, a dark aura had engulfed Lucifer and all the light had drained from his eyes. When the lesser demon looked up, he noticed and yelped. He was ready to run in the opposite direction when Lucifer placed a firm hand on the lesser demon’s shoulder, careful not to crack the weakling’s bones in your presence. Lucifer cleared his throat before he spoke in a calm tone, laced with homicidal intent, “Yes. Thank you so much for supporting MC. He’s certainly deserving of all that praise. However, I would request that you not make it a habit to give gifts to my fiancé.”

“I-I had no idea you were engaged. Congratulations, sir – Lord Lucifer. I wish you a happy marriage,” the demon replied skittishly.

Appeased by his fear, Lucifer smiled and let go of the lesser demon. “Thank you.”

The demon ran away, quickly disappearing down the nearest busy street. You turned to glare at Lucifer.

“Seriously? He was just being nice.” Your glare didn’t lighten up.

“Don’t look at me like that,” Lucifer huffed.

“What’s up with you?”

“I’ll tell you when we get home, just,” Lucifer grabbed your hand and started down the street towards the House of Lamentation, “don’t look so mad.”

You sighed and waited patiently until Lucifer had dragged you all the way back to his room and finally released your hand. Before you could open your mouth, Lucifer spoke up, “Can you sit down on the bed for a minute?”

Annoyed, you sat down at the edge of the bed. “Okay, now are you going to tell me what your problem is?”

Lucifer wormed his way onto your lap, surprising you as he adjusted himself until he was practically curled up against your chest. You were too stunned by the sudden soft gesture that your annoyance began to melt. Despite being such a large demon, Lucifer tucked his head under your chin. With that, any anger you held onto disappeared, and you held him tight, stroking his soft hair with one hand.

“You’re my fiancé,” Lucifer mumbled just above a whisper.

“I am. And you’re mine. You don’t see me terrifying your fans.”

“I don’t have to explain why that happened.” You could tell from his tone that he was pouting.

“I know, but I’d like you to. For your soon-to-be husband?” You cooed and kissed the top of his head.

“I got jealous. I get mad that I have to share you, and the first time I get you alone all day, that random demon. . .” Lucifer huffed. “I’m sorry.”

“You know, if you need attention, you can just ask. Even if it’s embarrassing, ask and you shall receive, my sweet, angry, jealous baby boy.”

“Then can you keep holding me for a while?” Lucifer wrapped his arms around you and clung to your body.

“Oh? Did you think you had the option to leave? Not happening. I have you in my arms, and I’m not letting you go.”

#moss 1 year event #moss 1 year event sfw #anon #requests #m!mc #lucifer #obey me short fic #lucifer x mc #lucifer x reader #obey me lucifer #He's so pathetic I want to bite him

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devildom-moss · 4 months

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Congratulations on your blog turning 1 year old!!!!🎉🎉🎉

If the requests for your event are still open can I ask for Levi x reader with the prompt shower/bath

Thank you~ This is the last one the event, so I hope you enjoy it, anon!

1 year anniversary flash request event - SFW

(Leviathan x gn!MC)

Prompt 11 – Shower/Bath

“Levi, come on, open up.” You knocked on his door and waited for a response. He had a rough day, and he was mortified after he tripped in the hallway in front of you – which wasn’t remedied in the slightest when Mammon and Belphie started laughing at him. Levi ran straight home, shirking his student council duties completely. Luckily, you managed to soothe Lucifer’s annoyance with some artful flirtation dealmaking. He even let you leave early to check on Levi and calm him down. It’s amazing what Lucifer was willing to agree to when he wanted his little brother to feel better to avoid a Lotan summoning and the potential flooding of the House of Lamentation.

“Urrgggh. No way! MC, go away. I’m too embarrassed to let you see me. I fell right on my face like a loser.”

“Please? I ran you a bath.” Levi peaked through a crack in the door, his eyes watery and his face flushed red. You smiled at him. “I know you love water. You’ll enjoy this. I promise.”

“Y-you’re an angel, aren't you?” Levi opened the door a bit more.

“Hush, just come with me.” You grabbed his hand – with almost no protests – and pulled him towards the bathroom. The scent of the Ruri-chan cherry blossom bath bomb you used filled the room. You knew Levi was going to love it. It turned the water a glittery, vibrant peach – the same tone as Ruri-chan’s outfit. You shut the door behind him. “Want me to help you get undressed?”

“W-Woah! Wait, wait, wait! Why are you still in here?” Levi tugged his shirt down as if he needed to cover himself up more than he already was.

“I was going to help you wash.” You rolled your sleeves up. “Do you not want me to?”

“A-and you want me to get naked? In front of you?!”

“I can turn around if you’d prefer.”

“Why?”

“So, you can get undressed in private – although, it’s not like I haven’t seen you naked.”

“Not that!” Levi slapped his hands over his face to hide his burning cheeks. “I mean, why do you want to do this?”

“Oh. I’m gonna touch your hands, okay?” You placed your hands gently over his, running your thumbs over his knuckles. “It’s because I love you, and I want to take care of you.”

Levi peaked over his hands at you. His eyes were watering and even the tips of his ears were bright pink. His voice was weak and timid, muffled by his hands. “I-I – I want you to undress me.”

“Alright, baby.”

You helped Levi out of his clothes, occasionally leaving soft, affectionate kisses along his bare skin. The blush on his cheeks never faded – even as he lowered himself into the water. Levi held his shoulders, covering his chest protectively.

“Levi, baby, you’re safe. I promise. You’re allowed to relax – if you want to.” Levi dropped his arms. “Good boy. I’m going to wash your hair now.”

You lathered up your hands and began to massage the shampoo into his scalp. After a minute, you even earned a satisfied hum from his lips. His shoulders dropped as you ran your fingers down his neck and rubbed gentle circles into his skin.

“F-feels so good,” Levi whined. Seconds later, he slipped into his demon form, nearly scratching your hand with his horns. “Wah! S-sorry. I didn’t –”

“Shh, it’s okay. You’re okay, baby,” you cooed.

Levi melted under your touch. A shy grin formed on his lips. He brought his tail out of the bath, dipped the tip back under the surface, and splashed a bit of water in your direction. Your jaw dropped in shock before you laughed. It was rare to see him so playful, and it warmed your heart.

“Very cute,” you mused. “Now give me your tail.”

Levi’s cheeks turned a deeper shade of pink – no doubt, his mind flooded with thoughts. After all, no one else was home right now. You moved slightly to take hold of his tail, gently caressing him as you lathered it up with soap. His eyes darted towards you, catching a glimpse of your warm smile before he looked away again and sunk into the water up to his eyes. He murmured something underwater, but it was impossible to hear him.

“Come again,” you asked, trailing your hand down his tail.

Levi popped his head up just long enough to repeat himself. “I love you!”

#moss 1 year event #moss 1 year event sfw #gn!mc #anon #requests #leviathan #obey me short fic #obey me #obey me leviathan #leviathan x reader #leviathan x mc #I feel like I accidentally ftm coded Leviathan here? Am I the only one who sees it?#It's not strong but when I did a read through I kinda felt it? No? Maybe?

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devildom-moss · 4 months

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Hey! Happy one year anniversary 🥂 Can I request SFW first date with Barbatos and MC if your requests are still open? Thank you!

Thank you for the request, hope you enjoy~

1 year anniversary flash request event - SFW

(Barbatos x gn!MC)

Prompt 9 - First date

“I didn’t expect to see you out at the market today,” Barbatos admitted, holding both yours and his own shopping bag on one arm. “I never imagined shopping with you would make the experience so much more enjoyable.”

“I liked shopping with you too, but you really don’t have to carry my stuff. It’s not that heavy. I can hold it.”

“Precisely: it’s not heavy. I want to carry it for you. Consider it a small thank you for keeping me company.” Barbatos’s smile widened slightly, and you could swear you felt your heart jump.

“Then how can I thank you for keeping me company?”

Barbatos hummed thoughtfully. “Well, nothing we bought needs to be refrigerated right now, and I have some time before I need to get back and prepare lunch. If you have the time to spare, why don’t you come to a café with me? We could grab a drink – maybe something to eat if you’re hungry. I’ll buy.”

“What, like a date?” You asked him cautiously. He had never asked you out before, and although he seemed to express some affection for you, even going so far as to kiss your cheek before, you didn’t want to get your hopes up.

“I’d like it to be, if you don’t mind,” he responded nonchalantly – a complete contrast with the gentle smile and faint blush on his cheeks.

“I’d love to!” you insisted before adding, “Although, if you’re paying, I would hardly call that me thanking you.”

“Nonsense. Your company is more than enough of a reward.”

Barbatos took you to a quiet café that seemed ordinary enough from the outside. However, once you stepped inside, you noticed that the center of the café contained an open-air courtyard, complete with outdoor seating, a garden, and a pond with a bridge. The rest of the café and intimate indoor seating option surrounded the courtyard with full-length windows providing a clear view of the garden. There were a few customers chatting quietly and enjoying their drinks, but it didn’t affect the peaceful atmosphere.

“Wow. This place is beautiful.” You looked around, awe-struck. “I never would have guessed it looked like this just from walking by.”

“I’m glad you like it.” Barbatos brought his free hand up to his mouth and chuckled, clearly pleased that he had impressed you. He walked you up to the counter and told you, “Order whatever you’d like.”

He waited patiently for you to make a decision before he added his own choices – including a hot gloom chocolate chai and an assortment of macarons. Barbatos even allowed you to pick the seating, although he gently suggested that the weather was pleasant enough that not sitting outside would be a shame.

With your food and drinks, you sat down across from each other at a quiet table near one of the trees in the courtyard. Suddenly, you felt self-conscious. You were on a date with Barbatos, butler to the prince of the Devildom, in the middle of the day, in a gorgeous café. What would people say?

And yet, Barbatos didn’t show a single sign of concern. Even in such a beautiful location, his eyes were fixed on you affectionately as he sipped his drink. Somehow, he looked lovelier in this setting.

“Thank you for bringing me here. You’re so kind,” you spoke up shyly. Barbatos’s eyes widened slightly, as if he hadn’t expected you to thank him nor praise him. A blush – albeit a light one – painted his face. He dropped his eyes to the table briefly with a timid smile.

“Try this. It’s a blood raspberry macaron. I ordered flavors I thought would suit your tastes.” Barbatos held the macaron up to your lips, intent to hand feed you. Your lips grazed his cool, gloved hand as you leaned in to take a bite. His eyes softened at your look of delight.

“That’s delicious.” Barbatos fed you the other half of the macaron, letting his fingers linger against you for a second longer than they needed to.

“You know,” Barbatos started, “I used to think nothing would be as pleasant as serving you tea and sweets when you visited the castle, but being on a date with you might be equally enjoyable.”

A/N: requests are still open for the rest of today if anyone else wants to enter. (rules here)

#moss 1 year event #moss 1 year event sfw #anon #requests #barbatos #gn!mc #obey me #obey me barbatos #barbatos x mc #barbatos x reader

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devildom-moss · 4 months

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Stolen kiss with poly Mc/13/Satan? Odd combo I know but I feel like it works. 13 and Satan seem the type to make a big deal out of 'competing' over Mc but get soft with each other as well behind closed doors.

"Odd" combo? That's a weird way to spell "magnificent." I did a whole 2 part threesome headcanons prompt with just the ideals. Y'all could throw almost any ship at me and I could work with it, but this one anon, you're onto something. I love the strange and unusual.

1 year anniversary flash request event - SFW

(Satan x Thirteen x gn!MC)

Prompt 8 – Stolen kiss

Something happened this morning when Thirteen surprised you and Satan at school with unnecessarily sweet coffee drinks and pastries from Madam Scream’s. She even asked them to shape the whipped cream like a cat. You thanked her with a kiss arguably sweeter than the drink, and some unspoken war was waged between Satan and Thirteen.

When Satan asked you to check his lab report, and you leaned in over his shoulder to get a look at his work, he kissed your cheek, which resulted in a squeal from Asmo and a mild explosion at Levi’s workstation.

On your way to the student council room to deliver a set of documents to Barbatos, Thirteen snuck up behind you, wrapped an arm around your shoulder, and placed a soft kiss on your cheek – taking care to leave a lip gloss mark on your skin that you didn’t notice until Barbatos pointed it out with a smirk.

While you were there, Lucifer asked you to sort through some of the suggestion and complaint forms with him, which kept you busy for a half an hour until Satan came by looking for you. You hadn’t even noticed him walk in. Satan tapped his Devildom Biology textbook on your head before dipping down under the book and stealing a kiss. When he pulled away, he had a smug grin on his face. “Study session, remember?”

You looked over at Lucifer, who had the tips of his fingers pressed to his temple. “Can you have some decorum for fucks sake? Fine. Go on. I’ll finish up by myself. You’ve helped enough. Thank you. I won’t stand in the way of your studies. I suppose it’s good to see that at least two of you are taking classes seriously.”

You wanted to make some comment about his snarky response, but you figured you’d escape while you could.

During lunch, Thirteen feigned disappointment that you had wiped off her kiss mark. She pouted and mumbled, “I was going to share some of the strawberry candies I bought the other day, but if you don’t even want my kisses. . .”

“You want me to walk around all day with your lip gloss on my cheek?” You rolled your eyes. “With all the gossips around campus? I want your kisses. I just don’t want it to be everyone else’s business. How would you like it if everyone knew that you let Satan hook a leash onto –”

Thirteen cut you off by clasping a hand over your mouth. Her face burned and she looked around, anxiously. Her annoyance only grew when she felt you smirking against her hand. She groaned. “If I give you a candy, will you shut up?”

You nodded. Thirteen reached into her bag and pulled out one of the candies, she unwrapped it, but instead of popping it into your mouth, she put it into her own and leaned in to kiss you. She pushed the candy into your mouth with her tongue and pulled back. “Happy now?”

Heat rose in your cheeks as you sucked on the candy. Too stunned to speak, you simply nodded.

When it was time to head home, Satan was waiting for you, leaning against a tree and reading a book. You called out to him, “Ready to go?”

“Yeah.” Satan marked his page and shoved the book back into his bag. You turned and started towards the path, but before you could get two steps away, Satan interjected. “Wait, MC. Before we go. . .”

You turned to look at him. Satan stepped towards you and captured your lips in a soft kiss that lingered. Suddenly, you heard rustling in the leaves above.

“I saw that!” Thirteen exclaimed. You and Satan pulled apart, startled and shocked to find Thirteen hanging upside-down from one of the lower branches. Her face was level with yours and her hair fell in a soft mess of loose waves.

“W-why are you up there?” you asked.

“For fun, but also. . .” Thirteen hummed and stretched her arms out to pull you closer. She kissed you sweetly with a soft sigh. “. . . for that.”

Satan scowled and tilted your gaze back towards him before kissing you again. You could hear Thirteen huff.

“You jealous little –” she cut herself off. “Do that again. I dare you.”

“What are you going to do about it, little reaper?” Satan smirked.

Thirteen wasted no time adjusting herself so she could pull Satan in and kiss him with a passion unsuitable for being right outside one of the main RAD buildings. When she pulled back with a chuckle you noticed how red Satan’s face was. Thirteen’s lip gloss was ruined – and half of it was all over Satan’s mouth.

He cleared his throat, embarrassed, and mumbled, “Do you want to go home with us?”

“Definitely.”

For as much trouble as they had both been all day, when you saw Satan leaning back in Thirteen’s lap, resting his head on her chest while he read and she played with his hair, you couldn’t be anything more than pleased.

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