#13 x mc

[yan-lorkai]

hello! your requests are open, so here i am! could i request the dateables noticing that mc hates demon food? like complete refusal to eat it, even starving themselves if there is no option for human food. if you dont want to do the group it can just be barbatos :3

.⁠｡⁠*⁠♡ A/N: Honestly Devildom food really can be something else ತ⁠_⁠ತ, though I can understand Mc since I would also hesitate to eat anything that seemed strange. How would I even know that the dishes weren't poisonous to humans? Regardless I hope you enjoy!

.⁠｡⁠*⁠♡ Characters: Simeon, Barbatos, Solomon, Thirteen & Diavolo

.⁠｡⁠*⁠♡ Warnings: Yandere content, forced feeding, that's all.

Simeon understands your struggle with eating Devildom's food since everything is so different from what you are used to, but the angel understands that you need to adapt since you will be spending a long time down here. Simeon is not at Barbatos' level but he prepares varied snacks and meals hoping you'll find something you like; the result however is always the same. You hate it and he doesn't have the heart to force you to eat it, even for him the demons' food is extremely strange and has a peculiar taste.

.⁠｡⁠*⁠♡ Lying is wrong, but if you don't eat anything you will get sick. So Simeon lies about the ingredients that Diavolo supposedly sent to you and uses his angelic magic to disguise the taste, the texture, the smell and to change the appearance of the dish. If you discover his little lie, he will feel guilty and apologize, and he will be sincere about his intentions. He doesn't like lying to you after all but he's not gonna let you starve yourself, he will hold you in his lap and spoonfed you if necessary.

.⁠｡⁠*⁠♡ Barbatos imagined that something like this could happen, after all demonic cuisine is completely different and he can understand why you would be uncomfortable trying something so strange. There are dishes that genuinely don't look good but taste good but you vehemently refuse to try any dish that isn't human. But his knowledge about food is extensive, drinks, foods and fruits, he is sure he can create the perfect dish that suits your taste buds.

.⁠｡⁠*⁠♡ However, starving yourself is not possible in front of him. If necessary, he will shove food into your mouth and hold your limbs while you struggle, and you will eat everything until there is no grain left. He can be an attentive butler when he needs to be, but if you continue to act like a child and refuse to eat he will think of more extreme measures to get you to eat.

.⁠｡⁠*⁠♡ Well... You are insistent on eating human food, but I think that after you taste Solomon's dishes you will be able to eat Devildom's dishes without any problems. Or, you can persist through the horrors and continue eating the food of your fellow human, whose appearance always looks like the food is going to jump off the plate and choke you to death. But well, it's human food like you wanted.

.⁠｡⁠*⁠♡ Solomon understands your reluctance to try Devildom's food since it looks strange, but he convinces you little by little to eat it so you don't get sick. And as a human, you trust him (bad idea, really, you shouldn't trust someone who doesn't know how to cook). While he gets you used to Devildom food, Solomon still happily cooks for you, even packing lunches for you and inviting you on kitchen dates to spend time together - the brothers and the dateables reaction is like this btw: (⁠╬⁠☉⁠д⁠⊙⁠)⁠⊰

.⁠｡⁠*⁠♡ At least there are instant noodles, apples and pancakes in Devildom, so you can possibly survive on that.

.⁠｡⁠*⁠♡ Thirteen is a reaper, but reapers and demons share similarities in many things, especially food. It might be a little weird at first, but Thirteen likes it and she shares her food with you, piling food on your plate until it looks like a mountain and she watches you push and turn the vegetables and meat around. Humans are funny, why don't you just ignore the taste and texture and eat? You know that if you don't eat you can get sick and die, would this be your way of telling her that you want her to harvest your soul early? Oh my, are you courting her?

.⁠｡⁠*⁠♡ Thirteen goes to the human world often to collect souls so while she is there she can bring you snacks and food that you like, however this all comes at a price. Sometimes it's easy things like spending time with her or helping her build her traps, but she tends to escalate her requirements with each trip made to the human world.

.⁠｡⁠*⁠♡ Diavolo, bless his heart, was too excited about the exchange program stuff and ended up forgetting about that little aspect. He's never tasted human food and you've never tasted demon food, so it's only fair that he invites you to a little feast where you can taste each other's worldly food. He's having the time of his life, listening to you talk about the human world and the place you live, but you're not having as much fun. Who the hell eats Quetzalcoatl Brain? What even is Quetzalcoatl brain?

.⁠｡⁠*⁠♡ It's important for you to note that although he has the power to bring human food here and he wants to do that, Diavolo won't. You will get used to this new cuisine whether you want to or not, isn't it customary to eat different foods when visiting different countries? You're just being silly in his opinion. Do you want to go hungry? May you go hungry then, it's his exchange program and he chose you to be part of it, your little aversion won't be a problem. In the end of the day, Diavolo could very well just use his magic to make you eat.

[alexxncl]

‼️NIGHTBRINGER DAILY CHAT SPOILERS‼️

masterlist | dateables/side characters chats | brothers' chats

giggling and kicking my feet over a fictional woman bc i can't bag a real one 💔 i'm so okay

she's such a cutie pie :( i need her

also i love a good coffee shop date irl like this shit is not good for my mental health

[ewesless]

Item Obtained: A Faded Journal Entry

"The year is 2029. I am still waiting on BILF Hunter part 3 and Castle Editions of HoL chat series."

"Thirteen has not been given a feetpic, wet t-shirt or a come hither shower illustration in sheer black or brightly colored lacy lingerie. She is the only one still undateable despite her early and longtime interest in MC, the introduction of the moids' rivalrous jealousy towards her with MC. However, most bitterly disappointing of all is Solmare's false promises of a girlfriend option and inclusivity for all players."

"I am losing hope, but the light has not died."

[sheep-shearing]

I know it's a common trope with OM, but the immortality thing is just sooo good.

MC who doesn't quite lean one way or the other, hasn't really expressed any opinion, getting into talking about death. Maybe they made a few too many jokes, maybe a demon brings it up. I just love the cast having that little 'oh' moment- the person you love, family, friend, lover, realizing you will not be there.

Some of them are little more realistic about it, like "well, Solomon's immortal" and they can just make MC that way too, thinking Satan, Lucifer, and Diavolo. Obviously some deny it hard, like Mammon, Belphie, Levi, and Asmo. I'm not so sure where Thirteen would fall, I'm thinking it could swing either way. Solomon would just be against unwilling/unknowing immortality for MC due to his own separation from humanity, but that's it's own post. It's got a lot of angst potential, I think, but also comedy.

Say, the gang having this little OH moment, and individually deciding to do something about it. Each of them have their own little scheme, some of them working together. Having looney toon shenanigans with a oblivious MC while accidentally foiling each other's plans. The Anti-Lucifer League and Party Duo accidentally screwing with each other's plans, leading to random scuffles MC has to deal with.

I don't know, everything is always so life and death, but it's also with a group of immortal idiots who love their human very much and aren't really sure how to act about it. I wanna write blurbs for the cast each getting into their own hijinks with this.

[beelanddiavolosimp-blog]

Pet names/ nicknames the brothers & side characters would give (Fem) Mc

Lucifer

Love, perfect, darling, dearest, anything like old timey lol

Mammon

Toots, treasure, brat, ma'am,

Levi

Babe, player 2, precious, bubbles

Satan

Beloved, kitten, sweetheart, dear

Asmos

Hun, sexy, princess, mi amor,

Beel

Pumpkin, honey, sweetness, beautiful

Belphie

Dollface, bunny, star, trouble

Diavolo

Pookie (someone taught him it), my queen, sugar plum, sunshine

Barb

My one & only, wife, my future, rosebud

Solomon

Snookums, baby cakes, sugar lips, shortie (for short girls) shawty (for tall girls)

Simeon

Angel, bunny, goddess, lover girl

Meso

Snappy, bombshell, boss, wild cat

Raphael

Dove, my world, heaven, my joy

13

Hot stuff, bae, boo, foxy

[devildomwriter]

“Maybe I should go ahead and gobble you up right here and now. Then no one else could have you, could they? You wouldn’t be able to think of Belphie anymore. Your body, your mind, it would all be mine.”

— Asmodeus to MC (Chapter 13-20)

[black00olive]

Grateful For Rain

A/N: As I was writing this I felt that it was a little out of character for her to not have any invention with her that could help her in the rain, so I decided to play into it a little- In any case, this is fanfiction, Thirteen is allowed to be a little out of character for plot reasons ( = ⩊ = )

Pairing: Thirteen x reader

Wordcount: ~1100 words

Summary: Thirteen doesn’t like rain. Because of plot reasons, the usually well-prepared Thirteen doesn’t have an umbrella or any other invention that could help her out. So, she ends up sharing an umbrella with you.

Thirteen has never been able to understand those who find joy in the rain, whether that is joy in simply listening to it or also being out in the rain. Nevertheless, Thirteen can’t stand either of it; she can’t stand rain. She stares at the pouring rain from under the porch of RAD with a sour expression on her face. There had been no sign that there would be any rain earlier so she hadn’t brought an umbrella with her, which had obviously proved to be a dumb decision. “This is why I shouldn’t have joined this program,” she grumbles while crossing her arms, “I wouldn’t have been stuck like this if I just stayed in my cave.”

“Thirteen?” Her head snaps to the direction from which your voice came and she sees you standing by the entrance door with a confused look on your face. Thirteen feels her cheeks flush, she hopes you hadn’t heard what she said. She’d hate for you to think that she didn’t like the program that brought the two of you together.

Clearing her throat while smiling at you she cheerily waves you over. She notes that as you walk over to her you don’t have any demon following after you— nor angel, nor annoying and eccentric sorcerer. “Hi! That’s surprising, you don’t have any of your little princelings following at your heels today?” She questions and you bark out a laugh at how she refers to the guys— it’s such a cute sound, she really does love hearing you laugh— before shaking your head.

“Nah, they’re basically all busy today so I’m supposed to walk home by myself today,” you shrug as you explain, “I was about to start heading home but then I saw you just standing here, so I came to ask: what are you doing? Something to do with a new invention?” You look at her with sparkles in your eyes and she tries to give you a confident smile, but it ends up more half-hearted than intended. She wishes that she was standing out here doing something fun like testing a new invention but alas that is not the case.

She shakes her head as she turns to look back out at the rain while playing with her hair. “I wish, the real reason I’m standing here is much more lame.” Raising an eyebrow you tilt your head, urging her to explain. “I forgot to bring an umbrella,” she sighs, “if it were other weather I could probably just book it back to my cave, but I really just can’t stand rain.”

“You don’t have a comedically convenient invention with you that could help you deal with the rain?”

She rolls her eyes and huffs at you calling her inventions “comedically convenient,” she’s just well prepared. Or, at least she’s usually well prepared. Thirteen shakes her head again and you hum out in understanding as you join her in watching the pouring rain. The two of you continue to stand like that in silence for a while, which Thirteen doesn’t mind— it doesn’t matter what the two of you are doing as long as you’re doing it together until you eventually speak up again.

“I’ve got an umbrella,” you suddenly announce and Thirteen turns to you a little confused. Do you want her to be jealous or something? The confusion is apparently very obvious on her face because you start clarifying. “Like, you could come with me back to the House of Lamentation— since I have an umbrella— and stay there until the rain stops, that way you won’t have to deal with the rain. Or we could even have, like, a sleepover, it’s been some time since we last hung out, right?” You had already started taking your umbrella out of your bag before you had even finished speaking as if there was no possibility of Thirteen not going with you.

She wants to be a little snarky about the fact that you so easily assume that of her, but the truth is that you’re right. Walking with you while sharing an umbrella and sleeping over does sound really nice. And it’s true, you’ve been very busy recently so she hasn’t been able to hang out with you much. Also, isn’t sharing an umbrella pretty romantic? Her mind quickly supplies and she feels her cheeks heat up a little, that’s like something straight out of Leviathan’s romance manga!

“Are you sure you aren’t just using this as a chance to hit on me and share an umbrella?” Thirteen teases as you open the umbrella and hold it in between the two of you— sort of like an invisible barrier, she frowns a little at that thought.

“And what if I was? I’m going to use any chance I get to hit on you, Silly,” you give her the cutest smirk and playfully shove her with your elbow. “Anyway, if anything one might think that you’re the one using this rain as an excuse to share an umbrella. Like, who are you and what have you done with my beloved, Thirteen, who always has something to save the day?” Thirteen sends you a playful glare at the mention of how she had clumsily forgotten an umbrella, but her annoyed facade quickly breaks as the two of you dissolve into a fit of laughter (She ignores how her heart started beating faster when you called her “my beloved”).

You two eventually manage to stifle your laughter. A voice in the back of her mind asks why she had been laughing so hard when what you had said wasn’t even that funny, but she thinks that when she’s with you everything tends to be funnier— everything tends to be more in a way; more vibrant, more lively, more comfortable. Staring at you as you wipe away the small tears that had begun to form in the corners of your eyes she hopes that you feel the same way with her.

“So?”

“So what?” She asks as you gesture to the umbrella still covering the both of you even though you two hadn’t even stepped out into the rain yet.

“So, what’s your answer? You never actually said if you were up for walking back to the House of Lamentation with me.” You say casually while giving her a gentle smile and she returns it to you.

“As if I’d ever turn down a chance to hang out with you.”

[devilishdelights]

first meeting

2 seconds later

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[shadowtriovibes]

where there's smoke, there's firewhiskey

Pairing: Sebastian Sallow x f!MC x Garreth Weasley

Word Count: 2.1k

Rating: PG-13

Warnings: aged-up characters, established relationship seb x mc, underage drinking (by today's standards), recreational drug use, shotgunning, references to threesomes

Summary: request: "imagine a modern au, where parties are more like our idea of them and not, y'know, victorian england. And getting high, drunk, or both, at a party and running into literally any one of the boys and just acting like horny college kids. Seb fits this idea best in my head but kinda sorta lowkey I could see Garreth being a stoner LMAO." (predictably, i decided that three heads are better than two)

"What are we doing?" you whisper. "Having fun," Sebastian answers cheekily. "It's a party, we're allowed to have a little fun." "Doesn't have to be serious," Garreth chimes in, still pressing wet kisses to your neck. "In fact, it's usually better if it's not."

On nights like tonight, you’re quite proud to be a Hufflepuff.

You may have only been at Hogwarts for less than two years, but it didn’t take long to learn that all too often, your house is the least loved. Ravenclaws have their intelligence, Gryffindors their bravery, and even Slytherins their cunning, but what have you Hufflepuffs got?

Well, tonight what you’ve got is the honor of hosting the best party you’ve ever been to.

As soon as dinner had ended, your cozy, comforting common room had been completely transformed into a raucous den of teenage misbehavior from one last blowout party before your N.E.W.T.s exams start next week. For hours your classmates have taken turns sneaking sixth- and seventh-years from other houses in small groups down past the kitchens and through Hufflepuff’s massive barrel entrance until it felt like just about all your classmates were here.

There’s Muggle music blaring on someone’s contraband stereo across the room and some N.E.W.T.s-level Potions students are delightedly combining wizarding spirits with Muggle mixers and passing them out to members of a very thirsty crowd — in the pursuit of knowledge, of course.

Predictably, you’re already in Sebastian’s lap. All night he’s been unabashedly charming you into taking sips of Firewhiskey from his own bottle, wary of whatever has been bubbling away in Sacharissa’s cauldron.

Your boyfriend has turned you into a big fan of Firewhiskey. Every time you take a sip of the cinnamon-spiced spirit, you feel its warmth spread from the very top of your head down to the tips of your toes and everywhere in between. It’s sweet, slightly spicy and way too easy to drink whenever Sebastian offers you the bottle by its neck.

Now you’re tipsy and warm and perfectly content to sit with him in an armchair by a tucked-away fireplace on the far end of the room.

Plus, he looks so bloody fit in the varsity Quidditch jacket that Imelda had gifted members of the team at the end of the season that you can barely stand to take your hands off his broad chest.

Between your murmured conversations and occasional aimless kisses, Sebastian teasingly announces, “Looks like your friend’s just arrived.”

“Who, Natty?” you ask hopefully.

“Garreth,” he says instead, and you’re immediately suspicious of the way he’s smirking at you.

“What’s that look for?” you ask him.

He pointedly ignores your question and instead waves Garreth over. Across the room, he’s just climbed into the common room with a group of other Gryffindors, looking artfully disheveled as always.

He perks up when he notices you and quickly weaves his way over to the sitting area you and Sebastian had claimed. Your boyfriend disappointedly lets you climb off his lap so you can greet Garreth and give him a hug.

“Want to sit with us?” you offer. “Sebastian’s got some whiskey if you’d like some.”

“I’m alright, thanks,” he says kindly, taking a seat on the couch across from Sebastian. “But I’ll join you anyway.”

You wouldn’t dream of telling Sebastian, but over the years you’ve always maintained a slight crush on Garreth. You love Seb, you’re mad about him and you hope you’ll be together well after your tenure at Hogwarts ends, but still… That harmless crush persists, and it makes your heart race a little whenever Garreth smiles at you across his potions station or compliments your spellwork in Charms.

It doesn’t help that he’s generally a massive flirt.

“Are you sure you don’t want a drink?” you offer after chatting with him for a while. “Everyone’s been getting boozed-up for hours.”

“I’m not much of a drinker,” Garreth admits. “But I’ve got my own stuff.”

Reaching into the pockets of his trousers, Garreth pulls out a small wooden box and flips open the lid. From inside he pulls out a small, thin strip of parchment and a small bag of what looks to be ground-up leaves.

“What have you got?” you ask curiously.

“Mallowsweet,” he replies, and sure enough, when he opens up the bag and tips some of its contents into his hand, you catch the magical herb’s familiar honey-like scent.

“Why?” you ask, and Garreth raises an eyebrow at you.

“You can smoke it,” Garreth explains as if it’s obvious. “It’ll loosen up your inhibitions just like alcohol. Have you never had Mallowsweet like this before?”

“No,” you admit. “I’ve really only used it for completing Merlin Trials, and Professor Garlick is surprisingly strict about how much she lets me grow.”

“It’s not her fault, the Ministry’s been trying to make it a controlled substance for years now,” Garreth explains. “She can’t let students have too much, but if you buy some off Timothy down at the Magic Neep, he’ll give you as much as you want.”

“And then you just dry it out to smoke it?” you ask, peering at the small, dried-out pieces of leaves in the palm of his hand.

“Yeah, that’s easy enough to do myself,” Garreth laughs. “All you need is a quick-drying charm and then it’s ready to smoke.”

You watch as he takes the small piece of parchment and tips the dried Mallowsweet onto it, and then he places the paper on the low table in front of you and carefully rolls it into a thin, cigarette-shaped joint. Finally, he seals it by licking along the exposed edge and pressing it closed.

“Got a light for me?” he jokes, placing one end in his mouth.

You roll your eyes fondly and gently tap the tip of your wand against the end of the joint. With a quick spark, a small flame jumps to life and the joint lets out a thin tendril of smoke.

Garreth takes a long drag and as he exhales, he murmurs, “Thanks, love.”

The pet name makes you blush, and you hope it’s not visible in the low lighting of the party.

“You want to try some?” he offers. “I think you’d like it.”

“What’s it feel like?” you ask curiously.

Garreth pauses for a beat to consider before he tells you, “For me, it’s really calming. It kind of… turns my senses down, if that makes sense. Everything gets quieter, and less hurried.”

“That sounds really nice,” you say softly. “But I haven’t ever smoked anything before.”

You watch Garreth’s gaze drift down to your mouth, lingering a little longer than he’d usually be able to get away with. “Maybe I can help you.”

“You should shotgun her,” Sebastian suggests, and you startle, guiltily remembering that he’s still seated a few feet away in that armchair, watching the two of you with a keen look on his face.

“Yeah?” Garreth asks. “That’s alright?”

“It’s a party,” Sebastian says with a shrug. “I’m alright with it if she is.”

“What’s that mean, ‘shotgun?’” you ask skeptically. “Like how Everett chugs Butterbeers from the side of the can?”

“Not that kind,” Garreth laughs. “It’s more like… I’ll take a hit, and then when I breathe out, you’ll breathe in.”

You frown, confused. Garreth just smirks and offers, “It’s really easier to just do it than explain.”

“Sure, yeah,” you agree. “Go on then.”

Garreth lifts the joint to his lips again and takes another slow drag, holding his breath at the top while he sets the lit joint down in an ashtray on the table. Then he gently grips your chin with one hand and pulls you in like he’s going to kiss you, but before he does, he taps on your bottom lip with one long finger so you’ll open your mouth.

His lips just barely brush against yours while he carefully exhales smoke into your mouth, and thankfully your soft gasp breaks your trance and forces you to inhale that same smoke. It tastes slightly sweet on your tongue, as the name suggests, but pleasantly herbal as well.

“Hold onto it for a moment,” Garreth murmurs, his lips still touching yours. “Then breathe out.”

You count to five in your head and exhale. The smoke dissipates in front of you, and as soon as it clears, you’re staring right into Garreth’s warm brown eyes.

“Sebastian,” he says, his gaze still fixed on you. “You’re not going to curse me for this, are you?”

“Go on, Weasley,” Sebastian drawls. “She wants you to.”

You want to offer an excuse, an apology, anything in response to Sebastian’s obviously correct assumption. Instead, you just lean into Garreth a bit closer and suddenly he’s kissing you, one hand still cradling your jaw.

He’s an excellent kisser, you think. You’ve only got Sebastian to compare him to, and he’s brilliant at it by your standards, but kissing someone new is so thrilling. Especially when it’s Garreth, who’s not only charismatic and glaringly fit but always so sweet and gentle with you.

Your eyes drift shut as Garreth kisses you deeper. He presses his tongue alongside yours and you taste more Mallowsweet, with a little bit of pumpkin juice.

While you can’t see him, you hear Sebastian stand up from the armchair and take a seat next to you on the couch, his larger form blocking you in and shielding you and Garreth from anyone who might glance your way from the common room.

He rests a hand dangerously high up on your thigh and leans in close to your ear to murmur, “You’re an awful liar when you have a crush, d’you know that?”

You whimper softly and Garreth swallows the sound.

“Don’t worry yourself, love,” Sebastian laughs quietly. “I’m better at sharing than you give me credit for.”

Garreth starts to kiss his way down your chin to your jaw and you tip your head back a little. Sebastian’s right there to drag his hand through your hair to coax you into leaning back even more. You moan softly when you feel the redhead suck a small bruise into your skin.

“What are we doing?” you whisper.

“Having fun,” Sebastian answers cheekily. “It’s a party, we’re allowed to have a little fun.”

“Doesn’t have to be serious,” Garreth chimes in, still pressing wet kisses to your neck. “In fact, it’s usually better if it’s not.”

You scoff and tell him, “That is officially the most Garreth thing I’ve heard you say all evening.”

While you and Sebastian are hopeless fools for each other and have been for ages, Garreth’s reputation is that of a perennial bachelor. He goes on lovely dates, and if the rumor mill is to be believed, he’s an excellent shag. But he genuinely appreciates being single for now, especially so close to graduation.

“W-well, um…” you stutter. “How much fun are we talking about?”

“How much do you want?” Sebastian asks, his hand on your thigh sliding higher underneath the hem of your skirt.

“We haven’t ever – y’know,” you hiss. “With someone.”

Garreth sits back and grins cheekily at you. “I have.”

“That’s not surprising, Weasley, you’re kind of a slag,” Sebastian smirks. “Who was it then?”

“Bit personal, don’t you think, Sallow?” he responds.

“You’ve just had your tongue in my girlfriend’s mouth, I think we’re well past any sort of modesty,” Sebastian counters, and you could not possibly be any redder, you think.

Garreth leans over to the table and lifts his joint to his slightly-swollen lips to take one last long pull before answering.

“Fine, it was Adelaide and Nerida,” he admits ruefully. “Bit of a package deal, those two.”

“You’re foul,” you laugh, but then Garreth slides his hand up your other thigh and suddenly you’ve got two of the most handsome boys in school boxing you in, each with a hand up your skirt. Any thoughts you’d spared for Hogwarts gossip go straight out the window.

“We should, um… Maybe we should go somewhere more private,” you suggest, still keenly aware of the party going on just feet away.

“Everyone’s down here for the party,” Sebastian suggests. “The dorms upstairs have got to be pretty empty right now, wouldn’t you think?”

“Can confirm,” Garreth agrees.

Reluctantly, both boys let you go and you smooth your skirt back down, standing up with wobbly legs. You hadn’t realized before, but the Mallowsweet has firmly taken effect on your system.

“Feeling alright?” Sebastian asks.

“Yes, I… I feel quite good, actually,” you murmur. “Really good.”

“She’s crossed,” Garreth laughs, affection clear in his voice. “Mallowsweet and Firewhiskey, now there’s a dangerous combination.”

“I feel warm,” you tell them. “All over, just warm and relaxed and…”

When you trail off, Sebastian asks knowingly, “Has it got you feeling a bit hot under the collar, love?”

“Yes,” you whine. “Really hot.”

“Sounds like you could use our help to cool you off,” Sebastian suggests. “Shall we?”

“After you, mate,” Garreth laughs.

As Garreth trails the two of you up the stairs to your dorm, you hear Sebastian mumble, “You’re bloody well right, after me.”

[mediocre-artist]

Wrote a drabble for a friend who likes Ominis! Yoinked the dialogue from an amazing tiktok edit created by @/room9935! You can find the tiktok here! Hope you enjoy!

"I wish to speak with you," Ominis says, startling you out of your book. His tone is certain, leaving no room for argument, and you furrow your brows. How... unusual. Slowly, you close your book and stand, the blond already turning to lead you somewhere.

"What is it, Ominis?" You ask, his pace brisk as his wand helps him navigate through the hallways with you on his heels. You can hear your footsteps echoing.

"In a moment; I want some privacy," he answers, turning a sharp corner. You follow suit, curiosity buzzing in the forefront of your mind. You quietly tail him through the school, and he slows as the two of you seemingly reach close to his destination; the Clock Tower courtyard. The sky is darkening outside, not quite sunset but no longer midday, and you join him by the fountain, sitting side by side on the edge. This late, most students are either in their evening class or out gallivanting around Hogsmeade, leaving the courtyard free for you two to talk without fear of any wandering ears.

"Ominis..?" You ask softly. He seems... irritated? Perturbed? Regardless, it's concerning. "What's wrong..?" His lips purse and he turns towards you, pale blue eyes sharp.

"I'm... blind, but I can clearly sense you looking at Sebastian every moment you get," he says, much to your surprise. His tone is hard to place, nearly neutral, but he sounds almost... jealous? You blink, unable to say anything before he continues. "It irks me because you're supposed to look at me instead."

Even though you anticipated that was where he was going, you still somehow don't expect to truly hear the words fall from his lips, and your breath hitches. You know he hears by the way his head tilts a hairsbreadth upwards.

"Keep looking at me and me alone."

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[simplyycherry]

OBEY ME SIDE CHARACTERS CHIBI DANCE BATTLE DESIGN

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Body Headcanon Poll

It's been a while since I did my own poll so it's time for one that's been floating around in my head

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My Headcanons about body hair

Content Warning: canon typical descriptions of SFW GN!MC x Character (Barbatos, Thirteen, Asmodeus, Mammon, Leviathan) and mentions of Canon x Canon (SoloAsmo, BarbAsmo)

All there, but neatly groomed: Diavolo, Lucifer, Satan, Solomon, Simeon

All removed except for a nice and neat bikini area: Barbatos, Thirteen, Mephistopheles, Levi (in Cosplay Mode)

Total body hair removal: (for modeling purposes and personal preferences) Asmo-chan, The Great Mammon

Asmo will do that thing where he wants someone to appreciate that his legs are freshly shaved and lotioned. If he goes ignored unnoticed then he will put his foot on their lap and present his shin, stretch his legs out on their lap, or do like a ballerina leg raise across the armchair or backrest etc so that they won't miss out on the opportunity to caress his beautiful, silky smooth legs!

Mammon jumped in on this too out of jealousy, but got extremely embarrassed afterward and sulked.

Levi was also very jealous, shaving is an important aspect for cosplay and a show of dedication, also his legs are super hairy so it's an ordeal, but couldn't work up the nerve to show off his legs. MC took it upon themself to take the initiative by noticing and asking to feel. It flustered him so much that he went Demon form and did the iconic Levi Wail, but his tail was swishing around happily the whole time.

Thirteen and Asmo-chan both love to relax with their legs stretched across your lap when they're watching TV with you so you can feel those lovely, silky legs as much as you want (and it keeps everyone else off the couch away from you!!!) Solomon indulges Asmo with this sometimes, Barbatos does not.

In private Barbatos might tease you with his freshly shaved leg like this too, but it is incredibly rare.

All natural: Beel and Belphie, Levi (grungy basement dweller mode) Raphael WOULD be here, but in the past he got lectured by Michael because his "trail" was visible. It's highly unprofessional and inappropriate to have visible pubic hair with a croptop and low rise pants so he's an inverted version of the everything except the bikini line category.

Oh my God this is the most tags I have ever used....

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What pet names/ nicknames Mc would call the brothers & side characters

(This is MY opinion!)

Lucifer

Sir (respectful or not), hottie

Mammon

Baby (loving and making fun of him), hon

Levi

Player 1, number 1

Satan

Pretty boy, hot stuff (cause of his temper)

Asmos

Lover boy, gorgeous(idk I feel he'd love this name)

Beel

Big guy, stud muffin

Belphie

Star boy, cuddle bug

Diavolo

My king, my prince

Barb

Mister, handsome

Solomon

Old man, magic man

Simeon

Darling, heaven sent (ha get it?)

Meso

Eggplant, drama king

Raphael

Angel cakes, dream boy

13

Wifey, love of my life (kinda funny yk cause she's a reaper)

[devildomwriter]

“I love you.”

“Hehe, I knew that already. I love you too, __. Though I think I’d rather have you tell me that while lying next to me in bed.”

— MC and Asmodeus (Chapter 13)

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Just the banner for my final Duskwood fic. With a snippet of the smut scene that I usually post here in full after I publish the chapters. It’s so I don’t feel weird about posting just the image, lol.

A visit to Manon’s old hometown brings up some enticing questions for Jake…

“What are you thinking? You look like you’re trying to solve a math problem in your head and you’re failing,” she laughed. Her earlier stress faded away under the power of his attention as he met her venom gaze.

“I was wondering…”

His lips twitched, his hand trailing over the flare of her hip and gripping her tight, the heat of him like a branding through her clothing.

He looked at her through a fan of thick black lashes as she waited for him to elaborate.

She wasn’t very good at waiting.

Manon arched a brow and said, “Yes?” When he just kept touching and touching her.

His indigo eyes blinked and locked on her, lust threading through his irises and they were darker than they were seconds ago.

“Have you ever fucked someone here?”

Manon laughed, cackled really, “No, do you think anyone other than Steve would have made it past my dad?” With an unladylike snort, she shook her head at the mental picture of a poor, horny teen boy, rosy-cheeked and stuttering, as her dad read him his rights. She went on, “I had to fuck myself.”

Jake grinned like a devil, his heated gaze holding her in sway.

“We’re here now, and no one can stop us.”

As she smirked at him, his hands pulled her in and wound around her, heat and light glittering through her as he brushed his lips over hers. Featherlight and gentle, so at odds with how hard he gripped her hip and made her skin bloom wild with violets. She wriggled closer and laid a possessive hand on his neck.

“True,” she tilted her head, admiring the sparkle of her engagement ring as she said, “What are you waiting for?”

He instantly lunged and captured her lips in his, hungry and urgent; he kissed her until her head spun and aching want pulsing through her veins until her entire body trembled with it. Her shaking hands laced through his hair as she swung her leg over his and pressed in as close as she could.

Her blood shimmered as his wandering hand found her jaw, fingers tracing along and curling behind the bone, trailing down her neck, and wrapping around her throat to feel her pulse skittering under his tapping thumb. Her breathing quickened and slowed with the pressure of his hand as it tensed and relaxed, liquid fire pooling fast between her thighs.

There was an invisible cord of love and deep trust between them, and a heady, liberating sense of having no control that ran through her. She gladly handed herself over to him. And knew he would take care of the need rising like a tide to drown her.

She whined low in her throat as sweet desperation and nerve flaying anticipation pricked over her skin like needles as his free hand wove through her hair to pull her lips more firmly against his. His tongue slid alongside hers, bristled lips teasing and bruising her mouth as she smiled into it, greedily inhaling his arousing scent with every short breath.

The familiar catch in her chest as the heat and hardness of his firm body bled through her; it was all that mattered.