#Also Lucifer is actually really good I’m hooked | Explore Tumblr posts and blogs

anxious-acorn · 16 days ago

Text

La Folie de Toi 🔞

Chapter 2: Dad Beak Dad 🔞

Summary: You talk to Charlie about helping the hotel, make some arrangements with Angel and it’s time for your season. Also, Lucifer says hi.

“Oh Y/N, this is so amazing! Thank you so much!” Charlie squeezed you in her arms and spun around, overjoyed at your offer of assistance.

You could practically hear yourself squeaking like a chew toy from the crushing strength of the young woman. Well, at least you could enjoy the pain. By the time the hyper princess set you down, you were seeing black at the edges of your vision, and you gulped at any air you could get.

“No problem, my dear,” you wheezed out, Vaggie patting your back beside you. “I will be having a meeting with the providers next week, but I already have one therapist who’s volunteered, so I have high hopes. Once I have a firm number, I’ll get back to you and see about office and housing arrangements.”

Charlie had stars in her eyes at the very idea of new possible souls to save. She seemed to be healing alright from the sacrifice of Pentious, especially after learning that his soul had made it to Heaven, but you could see a shadow in her eye that hadn’t been there before. She’d seen violence plenty before, but seeing a loved one snuffed out right before her eyes, in sacrifice for her, no less… She had taken it hard, and you really hoped she wouldn’t have to endure such again. Charlie deserved nothing but happiness and love.

“Okay great! I’ll get dad to help me set up a space for your offices. Actually, would you be able to help with that? We would need to know what exactly to build. Maybe we should-“

“Did you need help with something, sweetie? Whatever you need, you just say the word.”

You, Charlie and Vaggie all looked past a wincing Alastor to see Lucifer making his way down the stairs, and you giggled at your mate. Charlie lit up and greeted her father with a warm hug. It looked like the two were really making up for lost time- how sweet!

“Hey dad! You’ve met Y/N, right? She’s just offered to help with the hotel! She’s gonna hook us up with some doctors and therapists who specialize in the human mind! Isn’t that exciting?!”

Lucifer looked over to you as Alastor kept his back turned, looking himself to be contemplating a shadowy escape. You waved and gave a small smile from around your mate, and Lucifer cocked his head with a quirked brow before looking back to Charlie with an apologetic smile.

“Uhhh I’m sorry sweetie, I’m afraid I don’t remember,” he apologized and rubbed the back of his head sheepishly. You had seen Charlie perform that exact mannerism before- how cute!

Looking up at Alastor with an uptick of your lips, you saw his brow twitch as you moved to walk around him, your tail brushing affectionately over his leg as you passed. You felt him stiffen as a small hum of radio static flared from the action, a sense of sadistic satisfaction filling your core.

Walking up to greet the short king, you held your hand out with a warm smile. “That’s quite alright, your majesty. The name’s Y/N, or I also go by Vixen- it’s a little easier to remember since I love to fox around!” You wagged your tail and wiggled your ears, and Lucifer lit up.

“Oh ho my golly, you’re a fox! How cute; weirdly sexy, but mostly cute!” The other demon took your offered hand and shook it with a nervous chuckle and you snorted. Charlie looked ready to dig her own grave, and Vaggie just appeared to be amused by the whole situation.

“Well, at least on that sentiment, we can agree,” Alastor’s clipped tone sounded beside you as he set a large hand on your head to muss your hair, and you grinned slyly at the irritated buck.

“Dear Vixy here is my mate,” he said, and Lucifer choked for a moment.

“You actually got someone to tolerate you? Wow, Bambi, I never thought you had it in you! Good for you! Vixen, my condolences,” Lucifer teased, bringing your hand to his lips to kiss in a show of mock sympathy.

“Hah! Ya know, Vix and I was in a porno that started a lot like this once,” Angel said from the bar, and you burst out laughing at the faces and noises spluttering from the two men beside you.

“What’s my favorite saying, Angie?”

“Make fuck, not fight?”

“I’ll accept it.”

You laughed with Angel, and Charlie gave a halfhearted chuckle, her eyes squinting in unease.

“That would be so much funnier if you weren’t talking about my dad,” she said. Vaggie patted her back with a soft smile, adding a loud, “Don’t even think about it,” to Angel who looked ready to wreck the poor princess with whatever he was about to say next.

“Angel, you are a dear friend. I will miss you should you ever suggest such a thing again,” Alastor ground out, twisting his head completely around as his eyes flashed black. This only seemed to make the spider want to poke the proverbial bear more and you chuckled at your mate.

“Well to be fair, he’s not wrong, darling. ‘How to Solve a Love Triangle in 669 Positions’ was one of our biggest hits! Alas, we can’t all solve our rivalries with raucous love making,” you shrugged and turned back to Lucifer with a kind smile. “Back to the subject at hand though, your majesty. I-“

“Just Lucifer is fine, dear,” he interjected. He seemed a bit overwhelmed, so you nodded and continued.

“Lucifer. Well, as Charlie here mentioned, I work with a network of professionals who specialize in the mind. My hope is to get some, if not all, to live and work here at the hotel. The space we currently use is dimensional, so if everyone is on board, I’ll just reposition the space itself in a room here. In that scenario, I would just request living quarters for the staff. If I’m not able to get everyone, then we may request your help in remodeling an area on one of your floors to provide the right space.”

The king nodded, seeming absorbed in his thoughts. “Hm, yes, fascinating. Welp! If you end up needing me just let me know! I’ll just be in my office doing… important… things. It was good to see you again Maggie!” He hugged and spun Vaggie before squishing Charlie in a hug with an, “I love you sweetie,” and waved awkwardly goodbye to everyone else as he zipped out of the lobby.

Charlie and Vaggie both seemed dazed, while Alastor looked confused but pleased. Angel looked like… well, like you before a kill. You knew what he was thinking, but you also knew he was finally beginning to value his afterlife. He would have to let that bone go. ‘Still good spank bank material,’ you thought, shooting Angel an amused grin as you shook your head.

‘Oh! Almost forgot,’ you walked over to Angel at the bar. “How’s my new favorite costume designer? Have things been going okay with Vel?” Sitting next to him, you zapped his salary in front of him and accepted the whiskey offered by Husk with a smile. Angel leaned into you with thanks and a fond smile before zapping a sketch in front of you.

“You tell me. What do you think about this for that event?”

Looking down at the sketch, your breath caught; this would be perfect! “Angie, you’re amazing sweetheart! This is gorgeous!”

Your exclamation brought a curious Alastor to look over your shoulder, and you felt more than heard the static creeping along your skin.

“You are quite the talent, Angel dear. A lovely design,” he said jovially. He seemed uncomfortable, and you couldn’t exactly blame him. The outfit was for a “birthday” celebration Valentino and Velvette were planning for their partner, and while sexy as hell, the burlesque costume screamed ‘Vox’.

“Aww, should I make a radio demon one too, deer daddy?” Angel’s sly grin widened at the glare Alastor shot him.

“An unnecessary gesture, my friend. You could put this belle in a wool sack and she’d still be the most dazzling dame in the room.”

You really wanted to ask Lucifer to heal your mate already; his words soaked your underwear, and you leaned back against his stomach and wiggled in your seat with a groan. You would need to seclude yourself soon- you were getting wet just from sweet words.

“Such a charmer!” You exclaimed, nuzzling against Alastor’s coat. ‘Ahhhh… that scent…’

“I should head home,” you said, your voice drifting as your mind began to wander into the danger zone. “I’ll be home resting and writing scripts for the next couple of weeks. It’s the season for lazy Vixy.”

Angel gave you a sympathetic gaze and hugged you. “Enjoy shark week, toots. You gonna be shooting it again?” You shook your head and finished your whiskey before dropping from your stool and looking up at Alastor beside you as he offered his arm.

“Nah, I feel like just relaxing this time around. Maybe next time- wouldn’t want to over saturate the market,” you shrugged and gave Angel a small hug before hooking your arm in your mate’s. Together you walked out of the lobby and down the street, your grin turning sinister as you watched demons scurry away in fear.

“May I ask you something, mon cœur? I do not wish to offend.”

You looked up at your mate curiously; it was rare for him to ask you permission to ask a question, so probably work related. “Of course, dearest. It would be quite difficult for you to ever offend me with curiosity,” you replied with a soft smile as you walked, leaning into his side just a bit.

“Are you intimate with Vox?”

That certainly caught you off guard. Pausing in your steps, you took a moment to process what your mate had just asked, and burst into laughter. Alastor stopped walking with you and looked away, fully resembling a pouty child, and you laughed harder, leaning on him to keep yourself up.

Your emotions were all over the place, and this had completely set off your giggles. After a long moment of trying to breathe, you straightened yourself and took Alastor’s arm once again to resume walking.

“Forgive me, but that must be one of the funniest things you’ve ever suggested. No, my darling, I have never been interesting to, or interested in Vox. He sees me more as a cute pet, and I enjoy the scritches he gives. Does it bother you? Me performing for his party?”

Alastor hummed and tightened his hold on you as you neared Cannibal Town. “I’m not entirely certain, in all truthfulness. I think perhaps concern more describes the feeling. I don’t wish to keep you from doing what you enjoy, but… I would like you to be cautious around him. That picture box is devious- a master manipulator, if you will. I wouldn’t put it past him to use your connection for nefarious purposes. This campaign against the princess’s hotel is bold of him, especially with both me and the King of Quack actively defending it. Just… be wary?”

How you loved your darling. He was by far the most understanding partner you’d ever been with. Leaning your head against his arm, you smiled and purred; his scent was incredibly distracting.

“I love you, my heart. I will use caution, but I don’t think you need to worry for me. Velvette would disembowel his sorry ass if he ever hurt her puppy and fur supplier!” You laughed at your own terrible joke, and Alastor joined you.

“I believe you may be correct in that assertion. However, it is the ones that trust him that are the easiest for him to use,” he said, and you looked up at his face. Would it be okay to ask? ‘Oh come on, girl! If he has the bravery to ask about you and Vox, then you can show a little pluck. Don’t be a coward,’ you thought, and took a deep breath before speaking.

“May I ask you something? It can wait until we’re home if you would prefer.”

Alastor stiffened as he continued his way, his smile perfectly in place, yet his eyes drifted around (seeking) as his mind worked. “Let us finish our lovely walk, ma chér. I see the most adorable hellcat ahead; perhaps we can catch up to it for a cuddle.”

You kept your face neutral and squeezed his arm gently to show you understood his warning. ‘Hellcat’ was the safe word you used when indulging in each other. You felt a surge of pride and heat at your mate’s intelligence- you would expect nothing less from the powerful overlord.

“Keekee would probably love a companion; perhaps we can catch the little one and keep them.” Your reply instantly deflated the demon, and you picked up your pace as you passed polite cannibals with smiles and nods.

When you’d closed the door to your dimension, you heard your mate breathe a heavy sigh as he sat in the corner of the couch and snapped himself a lit blunt to smoke. He looked thoughtful… sad… his eyes staring off into a space unseen.

“Can I get you anything?” The question caught his attention, and those lovely crimson eyes drifted to meet yours. He took a moment to consider, before asking, “may I have some water?”

You nodded and pointed your faucet on, grabbing a glass to hold under the stream before stepping over to hand to him. “If you don’t want to talk about it, my heart, you don’t have to,” you reassured him as you sat and accepted the blunt he passed. You received a soft smile and glowing eyes as he leaned back to sip his water.

After a moment, he set the glass down and took a deep breath, “You wish to know the reason behind our animosity.” It was said matter-of-factly, and you nodded, passing the blunt back. “I get hunches every now and again, but I don’t wish to assume.”

“I loved him… but it was not they type of love he wished for. I put my trust in him and he took advantage of that trust- I told you I’ve never been raped,” his eyes found yours, a swirling mix of emotion behind the gaze; you offered your hand for him to take, and without hesitation he claimed it.

“That was the closest I’ve ever come… That cultish fucker used his hypnotic powers to try and force my submission, but I hold more power than he could ever hope to possess, and was able to end the game before he could call checkmate.”

Alastor moved close to you and pressed his head against your chest, ears pinning as he wrapped his arms around you. With a soft whine, you enfolded him in your embrace and rubbed your cheek against his hair, mindful of the sharp antlers.

Kissing the top of his head, you spoke. “Thank you for telling me, Al. I know that couldn’t have been easy. I’m sure you already know this but I will say it nonetheless. It was never your fault for what he decided to do. The whole, ‘he led me on’ thing is utter bullshit, and the fact that he took advantage of your love and trust is despicable. He deserves his place down here, and if he ever says or does anything in that direction, he’ll earn himself my kiss and some dinner plans.”

Alastor chuckled at that, nuzzling into the plush softness of your chest before sighing. “I don’t know why I ever feared telling you. I suppose I just don’t wish to bring even worse memories to your mind,” he confessed, and you pet his hair and stroked his ears as he snuggled you.

“It’s good to let yourself feel those terrible feelings, as long as it’s not taking over your entire afterlife. In fact, that’s kind of how I spawned my realm of darkness. It’s my safe place to go and feel those horrible things, cry, scream if I want to. It’s where I gave birth to my little darklings after capturing the souls of those who’ve wronged me. As long as I’m not making you uncomfortable when I talk about such things, I welcome the discussion… And, Alastor…” Your mate hummed his acknowledgment, eyes closed as he shakily breathed against you.

“Trauma is not comparable… We’ve both been through things we never should have experienced, and, for me at least, sharing those experiences only makes me feel more love for you. More admiration… You are my everything, Al,” you said, your heart clenching from the flood of emotion as you tightened your arms around him. Fucking heat cycle, always amping up the feels.

Alastor gave a small bleat, planting a soft kiss to your chest before settling once more. “Thank you, mon cœur,” he whispered, and you kissed his head. “Would you like to move to the bed for a cuddle nap?”

You didn’t need an answer, his shadows swallowing you up to deposit you in your bed. With a contented, yet exhausted sigh, Alastor stretched himself out, and you kissed his head once more, humming an old lullaby. You wanted to kidnap and murder that fucker a few times, but that would just prove to Vox that he had gotten to Alastor.

You had always known the type of man Vox was, and the most frustrating part was that he didn’t see his own behavior; or perhaps he was willfully ignorant. He always seemed to be the victim- hell, he’d probably paid people off back in his human days to avoid scandal. Hypnotic power was a manifestation that you’d only seen in a few demons, but it suggested, as Alastor (quite the professional himself) had pointed out, a highly manipulative personality. It had always confused you that he’d never shown any sexual interest in you, being that he tended to sexually harass his employees every now and again, but you counted that a blessing, as you’d much rather just be an occasional amusement than a target.

Curling your tail to drape over Alastor’s back, you fell asleep holding your love.

—

You awoke to cramps and the munchies, clenching your teeth from the tightness in your muscles. It wasn’t nearly as bad as your human days, but the first week of heat was filled with light cramps and bleeding as your body did its thing. Mood swings ranged from pissed off, territorial vixen, to flirty screaming-for-sex, capital ‘V’ Vixen, but your most common mood was sleepy-hungry stoner Vixy. That would appear to be your current setting.

Alastor slept peacefully on your chest, his ears flopping and aimed toward your heart. There’s no way you could move with such a precious creature resting on you- idly you thought he was your little hellcat. His personality certainly matched. Closing your eyes, you sent your shadow to grab your stash and begin fixing tea and snacks. You would need to go easy on the caffeine until your heat was over- hydration was everything.

As your shade set to working in the kitchen, you closed your eyes and simply listened to your mate breathing. How he soothed your frazzled senses. You really didn’t want to send him away. Leaning in, you breathed in his scent and felt heat rise in your cheeks.

‘Fuck, time to think of something else,’ you worked to focus your mind on something… anything other than the warmth of his skin against yours, the sharpness of the claws that grazed your hips occasionally as he resettled. ‘Fucking stop woman!’

Raising your free hand to rub at your temple, you stifled the groan threatening to escape and accepted the box your shade handed you, wicked knowing smirk on their lips. You shooed them back to their tasks and pointed at the stash; the box opened and a blunt rolled itself. You picked it up once it was ready and brought it to your lips, your lighter rising to light it for you. How wonderful it was to have magick at your disposal.

Sleepy coral eyes blinked open as you blew smoke away from his head- well, at least you had tried not to wake him. Nuzzling and placing a soft kiss to your chest, Alastor let out a cute yawn and flared his nostrils as he sniffed at you. “Interesting…” he spoke to himself, fully resembling a scientist making a new discovery.

“What is, my heart?” You smiled softly down at the adorable demon on top of you and took another hit before offering the blunt to him. He took your offering and considered his thoughts for a moment before speaking.

“Well my dear, I’m guessing your heat is in effect. You have a scent of blood and that lovely spice that has mixed with your normal scent, only it’s… warmer. It is… most pleasing… incredibly enticing…”

With a heated gaze, your mate leaned over and kissed you, letting you breathe in his smoke as your tongues met. Oh now that was just plain unfair! You whined into the kiss, and Alastor responded in kind, the claws of his large hand scraping your scalp as he pulled you closer, hips bucking against your leg.

“You are cruel, my lovely mate…” you groaned as you clenched your thighs together- Lucifer, you wanted him to chase you down and fuck you into the dirt of that little bayou you’d made him, race through a forest together hunting any prey you could find, hunker down in your proverbial den and mate until you died from sheer ecstasy.

“Oh I’m not teasing, my vixen. I’m offering,” he spoke low, nipping at your jaw as you struggled to think. “And I would wholeheartedly accept, if you weren’t grievously angelically injured right over your heart, my stubborn buck,” you teased, grinning at him with an evil gleam in your eye.

Alastor growled in frustration, but relented with one last peck to your lips before pulling away to stare at you. “You would accept me in your den… if I were healed?”

Your heart seized at the sweet hopeful gaze your mate was giving you and you cupped his cheek, rubbing your nose against his. “Yes, my heart. A thousand times yes. I simply don’t wish to pester you with my excessive… drive. I can be quite demanding and needy when in heat, so I typically spend it with myself.”

Alastor cocked his head, and you rubbed an ear the way he liked. “So when dear Angel inquired as to whether you’d be filming…”

You nodded in affirmation, “I call the series ‘In The Shadow of a Vixen’. Not the most inventive title, I confess, but I’ve released a good seven films of my heat- all staged and shot by yours truly.”

Radio static flared as those cute ears pricked to attention. Giggling at the adorable reaction, you captured his lips in a sweet, gentle kiss. Alastor sighed into your mouth and pressed his body closer. “I will be back, my little mate,” he growled out. In a swirl of shadow he was gone, and you felt the loss instantly.

With a soft sigh, you curled up and reached for the remote on the bedside table, flipping the television on to scroll through options. You felt like a good romcom, and decided on, “Cloaca Confusion.”

Your shade zoomed in a while later, bearing meaty treats, chocolate brownies, and jasmine tea. Oh how spoiled you were! With a happy whine, you nuzzled gratefully into their neck, and they chittered back to you, ‘my precious other.’ Placing the tray on the space beside you, they swirled around you and snuggled you happily- a good provider, a good mate. Truly, self-love at its finest.

“Thank you, dear one. This looks delicious,” you said, accepting the fried bacon they held to your lips. Perfectly crunchy! Humming at the flavor, you settled into your shade and enjoyed your movie.

The night was blissfully uneventful, eating, smoking and watching movies. Romcoms, comedy horrors, even a few revenge horrors! A lovely evening that left your emotional batteries fully charged as you fell into a gentle slumber. You should have asked Alastor to leave his coat for you- his scent was there, in your blankets and pillows, but a coat would have been much better.

When next you woke, your underwear was absolutely soaked, and you moaned as you rubbed your thighs together. Your shade warbled around you and slid their hands over your stomach, laying a palm flat over your womb as they nibbled at your neck in affection. Oh Satan, how you wished for your mate to fill you. You wanted his scent to surround you as he drove into you. You wanted those crimson eyes to devour you; hell, you wanted those sharp fangs to devour you- to rip your flesh and swallow it while you watched.

Growling against your throat, your shade parted your legs and pressed their mound into you, eliciting a wanton groan as you met their thrusts. You felt their body growing over you and between your slick folds, your panties rubbing over your clit as their phallus pushed against your entrance. With a screech, you snapped your clothing off and wrapped yourself around your shadow, biting into the dark shoulder above you. You were needy and selfish as you rutted against your lover, and they were happy to indulge you.

You screamed into their shoulder as they thrust roughly into your wet heat. Your body was alight, sparking with pleasure everywhere your skin connected.

“Mmmnn… haah… yes. Yes. Fuck, yes! More, please!”

Screaming and screeching in need, you lost control of your mind as a lusty fog drifted you into blissful ecstasy. How you loved your shadow, and everything they did for you, always there beside you, vigilant and thoughtful. Ready to tend to every need you each felt. Your pleasure was, quite literally, their own- they knew what you wanted, because that was their desire as well.

You felt the shadow’s phallus swelling within you, stretching your muscles as you clenched and pulsed around them. They snarled and bit into the flesh of your shoulder as they stilled, phantom knot forcing you locked together. You cried out as you squirted around your other, arching your back as your body tensed in release.

Panting and whining, you wriggled your hips. More… you needed more. Your shade drug their tongue along your neck and rocked into your wet cunt as they adjusted the size of their knot for you. You couldn’t help but wish for your radio demon. You wanted him to know you were thinking about him during your separation.

Flipping you over as they pumped into you, your shadow grabbed your tail and ripped it from your body. You screamed as the next orgasm hit, your mind going blissfully blank from the combination of pain and pleasure, your body falling limp to the mattress as your shade rode out their own end.

Your cunt pulsed around the phantom knot of your other, and you shivered with each aftershock, soft mewling moans leaving your kiss swollen lips. The open wound from your tail throbbed, and your shade pressed their claws into it as they kissed along your shoulder blades. Your body twitched and jerked, the overstimulation blinding as you lost consciousness.

———-//////////—————/////////————///////———///////

You weren’t certain what day it was, and as you sank into the warm water of your bathtub, you tried to break through the haze of heat to figure it out. Why in the seven circles had you scheduled that stupid provider meeting right smack dab in the middle of your season? How had it so completely slipped your mind? You would need to ask Anita to push it back, or perhaps you could just send an email out to everyone? Lucifer, had you become the person that sets a meeting for something that could have just been an email?

With an annoyed huff, you dipped your head under the water and scrubbed the sweat from your hair. This heat was taking its toll; you had barely eaten anything, your shade needing to force you to drink. Even now, as sore as you felt, you slipped your fingers between your folds, over and around your swollen clit with soft, noiseless moans that bubbled around you.

Pinching a nipple, you let out more breath as you worked your clit. The loss of air singed your lungs, and you bucked your hips in tired ecstasy, your fingers sliding past your tight muscles to pump another orgasm from you. Idly you were grateful for already being in the tub, squirting into the water as your body convulsed and you snarled, claws piercing your breast.

Your eyes opened wide under the water when you felt your mate shadowing in close by, most likely the bedroom. Why had he come? Didn’t he understand you when you explained how needy you would be? Did he truly wish to tend to you? You felt a surge of guilt for what was about to come (pun fully intended). You hated needing to be taken care of- something you still desperately needed to work on in therapy.

Looking up, you saw a murky visage of your darling step into your line of sight to stare down at you. You should probably surface; you really needed to breathe. Releasing a bubbling growl, you steeled yourself and rose slowly, pushing your hair back as it floated around you. You waited a moment before taking in air, when his fresh scent hit, your legs went weak and you screeched for your mate.

Shadow danced and swirled around you as Alastor formed in the water, his clothes instantly soaking as your mate swept you in his arms with a responding bellow, crushing his lips against yours. The feel of his warmth against you was unlike any other, and as you wrapped your legs around his waist, Alastor snapped his clothing off and pushed you into the wall of the tub.

Breaking the kiss, your eyes sought his chest, an elated whine of joy leaving your throat when you saw a healed scar. Tears filled your eyes and you nuzzled into the fluff around the scar. “Thank you, my heart,” you cried and whined as you wriggled against him. He wasn’t hard, but he didn’t need his cock to please you- there were so many things to do that required zero dick, and he was well versed in your body.

“Anything for you, my vixen. I should have done it sooner. I will admit, our tiny king is not as bad as initially thought,” he replied, his eyes glowing down at your display.

Tilting your head to look up at him slyly, “Is the Radio Demon making a new friend?”

Alastor snorted at that, kissing your forehead as he pressed himself into you. “I wouldn’t go that far, but let’s say he’s not an enemy,” he replied. “He understands quite well what it is to miss one’s love.”

Cooing and nuzzling against his neck, you raised your head in ask, and he eagerly granted his kiss. Your lips met and your body lit up. With a licentious keen, you rubbed your wet cunt over his stomach, and he growled into the kiss and nipped at your bottom lip.

His hands and tentacles were all over you, and as he thrust a limb into you, you screamed into his mouth. He took full advantage, tongue invading as he savored your noises. Oh how you had missed your darling. He enfolded you entirely in his essence, shadow nipping and licking your shoulder and neck as they pulled Alastor’s tentacle from you.

You whined in need, and Alastor and his shade responded to the call with loving ferocity. The shadow thrust their cock into you, and you saw stars.

“Oh, fuck yes! Al, please. I need it, I need it… need— haah!”

Alastor sank his fangs into your throat and held you in place as his shadow rut into you. You heard the shade chittering and growling as they wrapped their lower body around your hips, adjusting their shape and size as they pounded into you- figuring out your body for themselves. “Such a good little mate,” they chirped against your sensitive ear.

You screeched and Alastor moaned against your throat, releasing his fangs and licking the blood that spilled easily with the lapping water. He rose his head to watch you, eyes filled with love as his deft fingers glided over your clit.

“Alastor… oh my love, yes! Right there! Aah!” You were so close… muscles clenching and pulling at the phantom cock of your lover. “Need it… need… knot…”

Your own shade came away and wrapped around Alastor’s with an amorous chirp. Alastor’s shadow swelled around you, within you as they listened to your shade telling them exactly what you wanted.

Alastor crashed his lips against yours and slid his palm around and against your clit, pressing against your pubic bone as you bucked against your lovers. Such exquisite ecstasy! Claws, teeth, skin. Oh how lovely that skin looked covered in your bloody slick. You felt Alastor’s shadow working to push a swollen knot into your opening and you screamed into your mate’s mouth.

Where were your hands? Your legs felt nonexistent as you floated and rocked against your lovers. The knot pushed in and your mind blanked, body tensing, pushing and pulling all at once. The last thing you noticed before losing consciousness was the soft kisses your mate peppered over you as he took care of you.

Darkness took your mind and you were so very comfortable. You had no need to worry about anything as you leapt happily into dreamland, your mate’s soft voice reassuring and oh so lovely.

Waking was a difficult task, and you groaned at the stiffness in your muscles. Arms tightened around you as your mate snuffled into your hair with a whine.

“What do you need, my vixen?” His voice was so sweet, eager to care for his needy mate.

Stretching your entire body with a wide yawn, you worked to answer his question. “Hmm… hungry for something, but not sure what. Let’s start with a smoke, shall we?”

Nuzzling his cheek into yours before kissing it, Alastor snapped his fingers and handed you a lit blunt. His shadow slithered off and your own shade chased, chittering amorously and nipping at their partner as they left the room. You chuckled at how cute your shade acted around the other. So incredibly adorable!

Taking in a long hit, you held your breath to soak in all the relief you could before letting it go. You felt so spoiled, snuggled up to your darling, who seemed eager to tend to any whim.

Coughing a bit, you noticed how dry your throat was, and before even asking, a glass of water appeared in front of you as Alastor took the blunt. You accepted with a sheepish smile, ears drooping at the attentive care. You knew Alastor was a romantic by now (at least with you), but the sweet way he looked at you as he took care of you set your tail to thumping. Such a wonderful mate!

Setting your water on the bedside table, you leapt onto your darling, startling the demon as he held the blunt away from your hair. Whining and yapping happily, you nuzzled your cheeks against any skin you found and wriggled your entire body against his, tail thumping on the mattress.

Alastor cooed and laughed at your display, snapping the blunt away and wrapping his arms around you. Your mind felt hazy as you snuggled him, taking in his musky scent- he smelled like safety, like love and joy. He was home.

“What day is it?” Your question earned a chuckle as Alastor peppered kisses over your hair and face. You closed your eyes, tail wagging as you soaked in his affections. Between kisses, your darling hummed as he thought.

“We can make certain, but I believe it’s Sunday around 3 o’clock. Is there anything that you needed done?”

You softened, your heart swelling with love. “I had scheduled a meeting with those providers on Tuesday, but I think I may give my therapist a call to either reschedule or give her the information so she can do the presentation. Ugh, it’s hard to think,” you rubbed at your face, and your mate cooed, resuming his kisses to your cheek, your nose and your lips.

You felt as though you were still floating, sighing against his mouth as he slid his tongue between your lips. With a wanton groan, you hooked your leg over his hip and rolled against him. He responded with a growl, claws dragging along your side before gripping your ass to pull you closer.

You shivered when you felt his cock hardening and pressing against your clit. “Want you,” you whined as your bodies pressed and moved with each other.

“My sweet little mate,” he growled, his body and antlers growing around you. Oh sweet Satan, you wanted him. You wanted him so badly you felt you would die if he didn’t take you right then. Why had he even bothered dressing you? Kind as it was, the clothes were keeping you from that delicious cock.

“Please, my buck… breed me… fill me… I need you…”

Your words earned a debauched moan as Alastor slid his tongue along your throat, nibbling gently as he pushed you on your back and moved lower. You whined and bucked at the loss of contact. You wanted to be surrounded by him. Oh but his breath heating your skin was just lovely.

Alastor’s body was easily twice your size, his eyes bleeding into black as he bit at your breasts, your ribs. Licking a trail to your hip bone, he took a small piece of thigh with a staticky moan.

“Oh, fuck Alastor. More, my buck. Please. Take more. Fuck me. Eat me. I need…”

Were you hallucinating, or was reality itself bending around you? Oh who gives a fuck? He was your world, and you wanted to live in him for the rest of eternity.

Pain and agonizing pleasure hit all at once as teeth ripped a chunk of thigh from you while a tentacle pushed past the muscles of your entrance. “Haah! Yes! Yes!”

His mouth was all over you, and as you watched your buck attend you, you whined and moaned and panted at the sight of him.

Large, gnarled antlers defied physics as they caged you, and you grabbed hold of them, running your tongue over the rough texture and arching your back to rub your sensitive breasts against them. Alastor snarled and nipped at your drenched mound before he was lost to you. His tongue replaced the tentacle that was fucking you, and the environment around you completely altered. Static filled the air, and you watched your mate devour your bloody slick. He was a man starved, offered a five star dinner. He licked slowly, bit at your labia, sucked your swollen clit and licked along your glistening slit, only to shove his tongue back in to fuck more nectar from you.

Ecstasy. Heavenly- no, infernal euphoria. Your body was alight with desire, pleasure and pain as you cried and screeched and bucked. That tongue was pure perfection, those red dial eyes pure fire, those claws… “Satan, you drive me to madness, you beautiful creature,” your demon growled as he stared you down, nipping at your labia one last time before rising to cover you.

He’d grown even larger, almost thrice your size as a large hand wrapped completely around your waist and yanked your body down. Looking down, you screeched in need- he was magnificent, rock hard and dripping with precum.

“Love me, my heart. I need you,” you whined and arched into his larger frame, gliding your claws along his chest as you breathed him in.

“Forever, mon cœur…” came the reply, and he was inside you. Oh how sweet it was, that burning stretch.

Your head flung back against the mattress and you screamed. Fuck, you didn’t need a knot, the sheer size your darling had grown to completely filled you. Your sensitive cunt squirted over your lover and he snarled at the pulsing pressure of your body around his cock, his own body rigid as though holding himself back.

“More, Alastor… don’t— mmn… hold back. I want it all, my monster. Use me. I’m yours, my buck. My mate,” you nuzzled as your body twitched in its release.

Alastor whined above you, his cock twitching inside you. “You cruel, wonderful, twisted woman. I’m going to ruin you, my little Vixen…”

Then he was moving inside you as his shadows swallowed you both up, and you were in the bayou you’d made him. He pressed himself entirely within you and you keened. Delicious…

Sliding his other hand under your head and shoulders, your darling pulled you up to straddle his large hips as he crouched. “Mine…” came the distorted growl of your lover as he began to pull you slightly off his drenched cock, moaning at the bloody slick covering him. “Perfect…”

He slammed you back down onto him and you screamed in pleasure, wriggling and circling your hips as best you could with his hands the only things holding you. You nuzzled a large finger and bit, rubbing your hands over your breasts to squeeze at your nipples.

Alastor’s dial eyes flickered and switched down at you as he worked you over his cock, that sweet, mad love shining as he savored your pleasure. Leaning his large head down, he slid his tongue along your joined bodies, eliciting desperate whining as your pussy clenched around him. Quickening his pace, you felt the swell of his cock as he pulsed within you.

Clenching his eyes shut, Alastor forced your body as far onto him as he could and ground against you. You screamed and latched on to your mate as he spent himself, biting him, aggressive and needy as you rubbed yourself on him. You were coming again after the second pulse of seed hit, and you bit harder, grinding your teeth as your tail whipped. Good luck getting you off of the demon, you were completely attached, as much as you could be. This man was yours, and you had staked your claim many a time.

You hadn’t heard the bellow your mate released when you bit him, your brain was on fire as you worked through your orgasm. Such wondrous sensations!

You panted and purred as your bodies pulsed together, as though one large, beating heart. Slowly, Alastor shrank back to his normal size, and his shadows brought you back to bed as you snuggled and soaked in the afterglow. Rubbing your face into his neck, you sighed happily, “you’re amazing, my darling. Thank you so much for taking care of me,” you spoke, your heart full of love for the demon beside you.

With a happy bleat, Alastor squeezed you and nuzzled your hair, placing a soft kiss to your forehead before moving you to sit up.

“I believe I heard someone say they were hungry.” He smiled down at you, and you saw your shades slink in holding a tray of your favorite treats. Oh, how spoiled you were!

Your body broke into a happy puppy wiggle, and you yelped happily. “I am the luckiest demon in Hell! Thank you so much, my darlings!”

You would have to thank Lucifer. This was turning out to be the best heat you’d ever experienced!

End of Chapter

Thank you for reading!

If you’d like to be on the tag list, you can comment or message me and I’ll add you ❤️

Taglist: @sirens-and-moonflowers

#alastor #alastor the radio demon #alastor x reader #the radio demon #hazbin alastor #x reader #alastor x oc #alastor the radio beau #alastor x you #hazbin hotel #alastor hazbin x reader #alastor hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel alastor #oc:vixen #canon x oc #alastor smut #alastor hazbin x you #canon x you

20 notes · View notes

instarsandcrime · 5 months ago

Text

A Divine Comedy of Errors

Hey @zensations35, guess who? Your Ra//dio//App//le request is all done! We've got Sick!Seraphim!Lu/ci/fer and Worried!A/la/stor. I did my best to balance the silly, the hurt, the comfort, the snz, and the feels! And I chose the macro and monsterfucker parts because it is my personal responsibility to experiment with my writing and, in the process, make myself suffer at all times. 👍

This is a sequel to my previous fic Overworked and Under-Managed, but honestly it can also be a standalone thing too! Though I did sprinkle in a few romantic gestures this time for good luck! And like before, I'm working off another Sick//tember//2024 prompt. This time it's "taking a sick day".

Quick cw! There's also a little bit of mess and, although it's not much, I still wanted to give a heads up just in case!

Alright, that's all from me. Enjoy!

---

“This is stupid.”

“Now now, there’s no need to be so touchy, Your Majesty.” Alastor cautioned, peering over a shoulder at his pathetic patient. Pouting, fluffy nightrobe wrapped snugly around his shivering frame. One arm bunching up the warm collar around his neck, a tissue box tucked under another.

“Hey! You dragged me out of bed at three in the morning without explaining anything and now I’m- ugh!” Disgust twisted the demon king’s face as he kicked swamp sludge from a poor, unsuspecting duck slipper, “—wading through whatever this shit is in the middle of a bayou! I can be as– uff! touchy as I want to be!”

“Hah! If you actually chose to sleep rather than push yourself to the breaking point, maybe then you wouldn't be here spouting your grand excuses.”

”Well maybe it's because I suck at bed rest, okay?! Sure I've got the bed part down. That's simple! Easy! One quick hop and you're done! But the rest part? Nope. Nuh-uh. The second I close my eyes I feel a tickle. And when I feel a tickle I just know I'll cause some kind of chaos around the hotel. So it's my responsibility to keep myself under control in case I– ...in ca-case I...hih!" A pause. His nose twitched, breaths turning shallow. He couldn't help but groan in frustration as he ripped a cluster of tissues from his box to stifle painfully for the billionth time.

"Ht’chnx! Hn’chxt! H-hehhh–” Sneeze. In case he sneezed. Saints above was he sick of doing that. “Heh’TCHNX’hewww…ow."

“And what well-timed proof of your incompetence. I should be grateful, really.” Alastor grumbled, dusting the newly created pink glitter from his suit.

“Oh shut…up…hhh–!” Before Lucifer could even lift a finger to suppress another possible fit, the other slid to his back. Squeaking in alarm when his arms were restrained by the crook of an elbow, spraying a fine mist straight into a gloved palm.

“Het’CHMPH! Guhhh…” Lucifer glared up at the looming demon, “Hey, what’s the big idea?!”

Alastor released his hold with a grimace, quickly disposing the near-soaked fabric into his shadow– followed by a spoonful of hand sanitizer. “Admittedly not very big, but certainly necessary.”

“What do you mean by–”

“Ah, here we are.”

The Radio Demon surged forward, hooking a large fan of willow leaves with his cane to reveal a sudden clearing. Moss spread thickly across the plush, overgrown field, ripples peacefully lapping at the water’s edge. Fireflies hovered just above, hemming the murky surface with a soft, warm light. It was a breathtaking sight, and it made Lucifer pale entirely. Because now he knew what was happening.

And he hated it.

“Look, Alastor, I’m not going to lie. You're the worst. Your breath stinks like a rotting carcass. Every time you open your mouth all I hear is claws on a chalkboard. And Father forbid you get a few centuries of beauty sleep because wow you need a serious makeover.”

“Is there a point to all this, or are you asking me to push you into the swamp water? At this rate I’m inclined to choose the latter.”

“The point is! The point. Is. I can't ruin something like this. This bayou is precious to you. Louisiana is precious to you.”

“Oh, please. Have you forgotten who I am? I made this place, I could easily undo whatever meager scratches you cause.“

“But that’s—”

"Regardless, your creative powers leak through whether you like it or not. You might as well release it in a space that won't harm the hotel."

“I don’t– hehhh!”

“And no, you will not get stuck in your condition by 'letting yourself go.'” Alastor stressed, pinching the space between his eyes. “If I may speak freely Sire– this is ridiculous. You’re exhausted and ill beyond belief, and if you suppress one more magic-infested sneeze I will tie your hands to the ground myself. For God’s sake, the cure to your condition eluded me until you accidentally let the damn thing slip at dinner! So what, pray tell, is so beneath the King of Hell?"

”H-heh-aht’chhhh! I'm—ht’chnx!“

“Is the transformation painful?”

“N-nuhh– no– Aht’CHSHH!”

”Does it drive you mad beyond all belief?”

“No!” Lucifer wheezed out, “Focus! I’m trying to tell you thahhh…that…sonofahhhHATSCHH-‘TCH–’TSCHH’hhiew!”

But Alastor was not focused on his disjointed, half-assed reasoning. Nor the painful failures to bury his fit through the whistle of little fireworks that followed. No, Alastor was focused on the sight that briefly flickered behind his patient. It was for only a second-- a blink and anyone would miss it-- but it was there. There, and massive. And judging by the way Lucifer suddenly froze, he'd known the same. His stare fell to his feet, pulling back his collar to reveal a fracture in his porcelain skin. Holy light pierced through the growing cracks, and Alastor found himself squinting curiously at the sight– as if the true puppeteer of such a tiny doll didn’t satisfy the hunger enough.

“Ugh, forget it! You wihh…win…‘Etchhh!”

“Good.”

“Grea– snff!-- great!”

“A pleasure doing business with you.”

A pause.

“Well?”

“I, uh. I can't do it if you're watching.”

“Oh for God’s sake.”

“Look, do you want me to take this shit off or not?!” Lucifer spat, flames spouting from his lips.

"Phrasing, Your Majesty." Alastor sighed, begrudgingly turning his back. “Better?”

乃𝒆ţt𝐄𝓇.

The sinner nearly jumped in place. It was certainly a voice that rang out— or something along those lines. More of a chorus of pitches and concepts of tone. And yet they harmonized as one.

Ť𝑒𝔰丅ιℕ𝔾, Ｔεsting! Well. At least the idiot’s mind remains intact. It would cause quite a scene if he had to drag the drama king kicking and screaming from another plane of existence. Whew! Okay, you can look now. But take it slow because hoo boy it is a l o t.

The Radio Demon decided to go as slowly as he pleased– with all the caution of a bull in a china shop. And all too quickly he chastised himself, holding a hand to his temple. Maybe, just maybe, the seraphim’s warning was not unfounded.

Though the pocket of home was designed to be near endless, his mind couldn't conceive the number of wings that crossed the metaphysical. They were still somehow boxed into such a wide universe, glancing around with eyes that decorated each feather like adorned jewels. Or so the sinner presumed before the memory continued to fade for another. In fact, the only tangible features he could possibly grasp at the moment were flowing robes and two small wings that wrapped around a near-featureless head like a blindfold.

And yet the being could see perfectly, thin lips pulled into a frown, staring with-- ah. Alastor was just adjusting, but he could certainly recognize the overwhelming anxiety. The least surprising part that he did expect, of course, was his size. He didn't just crane over Alastor. He towered over him-- a far cry from the false shell he wore. Somehow, Alastor stuffed down a pang of petty anger that threatened to overtake him.

He'll lecture the idiot on giving him a proper fight later.

Alastor? Are you alright? The ground trembled ever-so-slightly as the Saint slowly, carefully lowered himself.

"I'm offended that you’d even ask." The caretaker took a small step back before hopping up on a folded knee, giving it a sympathetic pat-- earning an embarrassed flush that overtook fever.

Oh, thank goodness. I almost-- I... The wings around them flared, puffing at each desperate buildup. Quickly Lucifer drew a wavering finger in a circle to create a portal, grabbing a familiar crimson fabric before pitching into it. "ATSHHHHEWW! AHDT’SCHHHHEEWW! HATSCHHHHHIIEEEWW!"

Each shiver of ivory skin sent shockwaves through the flora below– and from above sent Alastor hurtling towards the reeds.

Shit, I-I can’t see you! Did you fall? Are you okay? Lucifer squeaked, infinite irises darting.

"Okay is certainly an overstatement, Sire. You nearly ruined my coat!" An offended huff brushed the seraphim’s ever-shaping ear and, once again, The Radio Demon was meticulously scanned. Paying no mind to the sudden attention in the shadowy nook of his patient’s shoulder, playing with a tuft of shimmering plumage.

Sorry! Don't know m'own strength. Lucifer’s large body hunched in on itself in shame, quickly pressing the makeshift tissue to the space where his nose should be– now golden-tipped with irritation– desperate not to sniffle too strongly.

"Is that my blanket." Alastor's smile sharpened.

I panicked okay?!

All too suddenly the complaints stopped. Time for the saint came to a standstill, and Alastor was barely able to wonder if that was a very literal metaphor before the cotton-knit carpet beneath him hiked up again. He quickly pinned himself to Lucifer’s neck, bracing for–

“ETCHH’CHHHHHF!” He doubled over again. S-sorry, sorry! I can’t help it! I’m trying to hold back but I cahh– can’t–huh-hgf! “ATSHH’HHHHHF! HUH’ATTKSHHHEWWWW!” Rrrgh, forget it! You should go be-before– hhhHHH!

Panicking, a multitude of palms weaved into being. Desperate to stifle again, quick to suffocate–

“Oh, please.”

Black tentacles wrapped around countless wrists and yanked, pinning them and the seraphim to the ground. He cracked open a watery eye, strikingly bright with anger as he watched Alastor hop up on his cheek. When I break– “Snff!” –break free I swear I’ll–!

“Do what, might I ask? You’ve threatened my life a million times, what’s one more?” The Radio Demon teased, focusing on keeping his patient's poor, abused nose in his reality. He pointed his cane, lightly scratching along the rims of the nostrils as he spoke. “Poor, poor Lucifer Morningstar. Despite your constant objections, you’ve served Hell for so long. Haven’t you ever wondered what it’s like to bow to someone else’s power? Especially to such a lowly sinner like me?”

Ahhh— Alasto–or!

“So tell me, oh great and benevolent fallen saint, why should I stop now? It seems quite like a fair trade to me! I get to boss around one of the most powerful beings in existence, creator of light and the illumination of free will. And you, my dear, get to take a sick day.” And with that, he poked the very end of the tip. “Effective immediately.”

“GEHH’AHTSHHHH’HUUE! ATSHHHH! HAT’KSHHHHUUE! H-HAH-AHHH–! ETCH’TCHHHH’FFF!” The bayou rocked with thrashing waves and unearthed roots. For a moment the sky flashed to dawn, then dusk, before resuming its starry night. Wind whipped through Alastor’s hair followed by a gust of debris and dirt. A few raspy, heavy breaths and the chaos slowed to a stop. He peeked open one eye, then another. Finding himself safe in the eye of the storm, cradled in a soft flurry of wings pressed to the seraphim’s chest.

Mnnn…bless m’be. Lucifer bit back a heavy sigh before he could cause anymore damage, shaking aside his chains before scooping Alastor up. Small scarlet eyes met large, weepy ones– blindfolds making way for a sea of silver and gold. And yet Alastor swore he could see constellations underneath their elegant surface.

“Well, that wasn’t so hard now was it?”

Thadd was cruel. The other whined. He flicked a wrist between congested sniffles, lacing a cotton cloth into existence. Obdnogxiously true. But still. Fugk you.

“Have you ever known me to be kind?” The sinner tilted his head curiously, ignoring a noseblow that bent the few trunks that remained, branches laying bare at their feet. “Honestly, it’s like you’re afraid of hurting–”

Every fibre in Lucifer’s existence tensed. In that moment, The Radio Demon was suddenly very aware of what the problem was from the beginning. And it was hilarious.

“Y-you! You–” He wheezed between a laughing fit, leaning on the base of a pointer for support, “You? You’re scared I’ll get hurt by you?! Hah! I’ve always taken you for a king, but a jester? Bravo, Sire! I haven't seen such a marvelous performance since the Iroquois Theatre Fire of 1903!”

A gleam of moonlight brushed his vision. His giggling died down to find a crystal clear orb floating in the air. Another dancing around them. And another. All mingling with the night sky to reflect an aurora of colors. The eyes that had once remained hidden came into view, leaking droplets that never quite touched the earth.

And oh, Alastor realized. He’s crying. His ears wilted against his will, and adjusted himself accordingly to remedy the error. “I must admit, I never suspected an ancient being such as yourself was capable of fear.”

Of course I’m afraid! Lucifer curled into a tight ball, clouds slicing into ribbons as he brought all wings in on himself. Leaving Alastor stunned and alone, perched outside on a slightly shaky arm. Do you know how hard it was to show you this disgusting side of myself?

“Lucifer.” Alastor scolded back at the self-loathing a little too kindly for his liking.

Oh, don’t you Lucifer me! Sinners don't exactly like being reminded of Heaven. Especially the design of God's right hand. I must be a nightmare to you!

“And?”

A wing cracked open, thousands of surprised gazes peering back. Pardon?

“How does that apply to us?” Alastor arched an eyebrow. The fallen angel blinked, pearly tears unsticking from his crystalline lashes. A flustered heat rose to the wavering spots on his cheeks.

Alastor, I am literally Hell’s version of an atomic bomb.

“Mhm.”

I could kill you if I looked too hard. You could turn to ashes.

“Sounds exciting.”

Alastor!

“What was it you said just a second ago? ‘Don’t you Alastor me’? Honestly! I find it insulting that you would even question my strength, nor allow me the benefit of the doubt. Everything I’ve done up to this point, and further still, is by my design. If you ever hurt me, rest assured that I already knew the risks a thousand times over. Besides, recovering alone is incredibly unproductive. Take it from…my own personal experience.” Sharp claws tapped against the middle of his cane, “And besides, what would dear Charlie say if she saw you in such a state? Alone and helpless, losing control of his body? Poor thing would be worried out of her mind.”

…And you? Lucifer asked hopefully, the barrier between them cracking open a little more. Just a little more.

Alastor rocked on the back of his heels, bracing himself. “I suppose so.”

Finally the curtain parted, and Lucifer raised his hand to greet the other, leaning close with a soft, ethereal smile. Thank you I really–...r-really…

The telltale sign of a twitching nose. A hand rose to his face like clockwork. His caretaker opened his mouth to protest. But before he could, it moved instead to cup Alastor in a tight-knit shelter.

“HEH’ISHHHHUHHH! ISHHH’HUUUE! HH-HGHH-HUT’TTCHUUUE! ”

His wings snapped open at the force of every outburst, tree roots ripped from their homes and marigolds snapped at the stems. A billowing fog that spilled out turned from fire to dust and back, reshaping itself again and again until it settled on a light rain, creating puddles on the ground. And when twilight finally crept back into Alastor’s vision, Lucifer was sniffling thickly– unrestrained. Relaxed. Devoid of any concern or self-pity.

Briefly, Alastor wondered if this is how it felt to fly.

I cadd’t use your bladket, right? Do– “Snrfff!” Ugh, do we have more? He smiled sheepishly, holding up the sad pile of ash that once resembled a tissue.

“Pauvre ti bête! That sounded awful. I’ll see what I can do for your fever and nose.” Alastor hummed, signaling a small lift to press a kiss to his cheek. “And thank you for trusting me.”

#ha//zb//in//ho//tel//#snz #snz fic #lu/ci/fer #a/la/stor #sick//tember//2024 #snz request #cw: mess

33 notes · View notes

cyanoticfireflies · 7 months ago

Text

Hazbin Hotel - Rewatch Thoughts (Episode 1, Part 4)

Charlie gets home and does *not* want to admit just how bad things went, but I think she actually was going to tell Vaggie before she got interrupted to see the new commercial. But with Vaggie so happy and excited, she can’t just crush her enthusiasm like that, so she lets Vaggie drag her over to the couch.

(Are Angel’s feet *on Husk’s tail?* Poor kitty. No wonder he looks so pouty.)

I kind of wish we had seen the finished commercial. I feel like it was still destined to be a little bit of a mess, honestly. Vaggie’s few words of delivery are cardboard flat, Alastor is glitching out in the corner, and no one could pull that bottle out of Husk’s claws.

Also, is the “Now Playing” a joke for us? It should say something like “Now Open” or “Vacancies” (if any of these guys knew how to run a hotel.)

Niffty is so gleeful at Charlie, Vaggie, and Angel’s anger when it gets interrupted. Husk is watching their reactions, and Alastor is, as you’d expect, as unconcerned as possible because he’s Alastor. So much for the outcome of his limb-pulling.

He seems almost as amused as Niffty, just more quietly.

If you’ve never taken the time to read the ticker tape on the 666 News, you should. It’s one of the awesome things about Vivziepop shows – there are a million little hidden extras. No lorum ipsum for them!

“The extermination is happening in six months. This is not a drill! Confirmed! Legit! Fuck! CFYCBHNJM we all dead soon!! Why does this always happen to me?”

We watch the countdown go from 358 (365 minus the week it’s been, so that’s spot on) down to 176. Six months is half a year, and half of a year is 182.5 but even if we take out the seven days half of 358 is 179 instead of 176, so my guess is that this six months takes place over a winter/spring and a short month like February accounts for the lost couple of days.

I’m also guessing it’s 6:50 in the evening – the hands on the clock look the same length to me, but it does seem like a full day has passed rather than it being like 10:35 in the morning. But since Adam offered Charlie lunch earlier in the episode, I think that means our poor sad girl was either stuck hearing Adam ramble about his hook-ups for literal hours (highly probable), listening to a lot longer rendition of “Hell is Forever” than the rest of us got, or wandered around in a lost daze after the meeting, not wanting to go home and face her failure.

Someone make our poor sad girl a hot cup of tea and put a blanket around her.

This ending scene gets a little time-fucky because it seems like it would have to logically be a flashback. Unless a body was just laying there for a week and the Exorcists didn’t notice one of their own missing for that long.

We have no idea if Exorcists give a flip about each other since we only really spend time with the two most extremes (Vaggie and Lute) but they do seem aware of each other if only because all of them are so pissed at Vaggie later.

(“Boo!” “We hate her!”)

Someone didn’t notice that their roommate didn’t make it home?

Also, if it wasn’t a flashback then Adam moved up the Extermination before they found the body. Which I guess they could have if as noted above they moved it up because someone reported an Exorcist missing after the Extermination. Missing, presumed dead. But then that also implies that Lucifer just lets them fly their little spy drones around all of the time.

Maybe he does, but you’d think someone would mention it.

(At what point did Velvette and the other Vees find the head? Or did it just get popped off so good that it was no where near the rest of the body?)

I love the hypocrisy of the angels here. “We can go down and murder loads of them just for funzies, but if one of us dies then it’s time to wipe Sinners off the face of Hell.” Sounds about right.

So much for a nice holy “turn the other cheek.” But this is really emphasizing that, to Adam and the Exorcists and very likely Sera, the Sinners have no rights *at all.* Not even a right to exist, since fighting back against the wiping out of their own soul existence is unacceptable to them.

Also, how do they not know that it was Carmilla that killed the angel? The Exorcist wasn’t alone when it descended upon her daughters – they had five angels around them on Extermination Day, but there’s only one body, so presumably the other four got away (ran away after seeing Carmilla kill one of their own.) Do the Exorcists practice “snitches get stitches” or something?

_______

Best Song of the Episode: Hell is Forever

#hazbin hotel #recap #images #randomness #musings #meta #analysis #charlie morningstar #vaggie #angel dust #husk #alastor #niffty #adam #lute

28 notes · View notes

taradiddled · 5 months ago

Text

Charlie: What was Eve like?

Ada: My Eva? She was…tall. Holy shit. Taller than me, with muscles she used to wrestle me to the ground with when we’d play-fight. She had these shiny, green eyes, that were green like Eden’s leaves. She had the most beautiful brown skin — brown like the bark of my most favorite tree in the Garden. And inky black hair, with ringlets and curls. She also had these freckles on her skin, and you sometimes had to squint to see ‘em, but they were there.

Ada: She was the best tree climber, after me, of course. And she could outrun most of the animals we had to hunt for food. She was also fucking talented — like, juggling? She would juggle fruit to make me and our kids smile. She invented the bow and arrow, the crochet hook…she was an innovator, for damn sure.

Charlie: She sounds…really amazing. I wish I could have met her. If she’d have been wanted to meet me, actually.

Ada: You’re a cool kid. You’re not dumb. She probably would have liked you, I’m sure of it.

Charlie: Even though I’m…Lucifer’s daughter?

Ada: Eva wouldn’t hold that against you. She’d probably wallop Lucifer in the face, and knock our your mom’s knees, but she wouldn’t bring that anger out on YOU.

Charlie: Would she….would she really be that mad at my parents?

Ada: Fuck yes. She’d lay them both out, flat like pancakes. She used to knock ME out on a good day, so just imagine that kind of strength and fury. The forest boars, the grumpiest bastards you’ve ever met, used to FEAR her approach. And, total offense to your mom, she’s got NOTHING on a fat, pissy boar from the beginning of time.

#from adam to ada #High key love Eve here #Me and Ada are her biggest fans #to be added

13 notes · View notes

deadgirlwalking91 · 4 months ago

Note

are you kidding?

how come i always get wet when i read TYFTV- istg, your writing is divine.

the way Lute led the shots at the end was perfect, (at first i thought she was gonna tease his dick asf sht as he did with her LOL.)

and due to the fact that none of the girls he hooked up with ever tried to question him, Adam finds out he actually likes it when Lute is the one dominating the game turns and it turns me on even more.

what more can i say?

you really know how to build sexual tension. That part where Lute looked at her reflection in Adam's mask to see how needy she looked as Adam touched her is my favorite so far (after the fence one of course)

•1st question;

- idk whats your headcanon, but i always liked to think that back to Eden Adam and Lucifer where actually friends.

so i wanted to know if your Adam had ever had interest in boys, or even jst out of curiosity, dicked one of them.

•2nd question;

-it doesn’t actually relate to TYFTV, but- ya know the book Charlie read in ep 1? which is the first thing we’ve got to see? since it was made up by lucifer and Lilith, do u think they changed the way things went?

i mean, the book says that Adam was arrogant since his creation while Lilith didn’t want him to control her.

and i think it’s a fuckin lie- they were the 1sr two humans and there’s no way Adam was such a jerk since the begging,

-they both didn’t know what they were doing and i’m sure both him and Lilith had the same behaviour. Both of them wanted to dominate the other one and shit, they both made plenty mistakes, but Lilith was weaker than Adam. (maybe)

i jst don’t trust the book- cause if Adam was such an asshole Lilith wouldn’t have lose her dignity by coming back to him and making a deal to please herself, she was the queen of hell after all and there was no point. Lilith and Lucifer sure asf exaggerated.

Hey Anon!

Answer below because, spoilers

Well, shit, my work here is d o n e 🤭

Kidding. I'm just getting started ❤️‍🔥 (also where has this emoji been all my life? Gives me WooHoo icon vibes from the Sims)

Ok, in all seriousness, that is the biggest compliment I could have hoped to receive from this chapter so thank you so much <3 I was having one of my (many) meltdowns over this chapter, and I said to @a-dose-of-comatose that I just wanted people to feeeeeeeeeel the tension building to the point of no return. So I'm really, really happy to hear that you felt it <3 So, fun fact - the Lute bathroom scene has been brewing for a good three months now. I always wanted her to have a moment where she takes control, and I figured this was her time. She deserves it after all the shit Adam put her through.

I'm also a slut for dirty talk, so the dialogue around the reflection was very fun for me to write ;)

OK - as for your questions:

Adam and Lucifer totally fucked around back in the Eden days... I mean, what else was there to do?!

2. Hard agree re Lilith's book for Charlie. We're only getting one side of the story here, and I'm keen as to hear the other side to it (come onnnnn Sinner Adam). Right from the beginning we're fed an unreliable narrative - which I guess makes sense, considering Adam's the big, bad villain of S1. Still, if he returns, I'd love to see him go, "well, hold up, here's my side of the story!"

#deadgirl answers #thank you for the venom #mission accomplished #anon welcome to the helmet dirty talk club

3 notes · View notes

moemoemammon · 4 years ago

Note

Sorry, my English is not good, but if it's alright can I ask for some fluff head canon for beel, belphie, asmo and mammon or just one if fine if your feeling tired and not good today :) if its just one please do Asmo, and the headcanon I want is for them just getting there hair brushed or braided, female reader or gender neutral is fine I AM SO SORRY MY ENGLISH IS UGLY. But please can I have some hair fluff :3

Brushing the Bros' Hair!

(Feat GN!MC, and the Demon Bros)

I just went ahead and did em all lmao

✦ ✦ ✦ ✦ ✦ ✦ ✦ ✦ ✦ ✦ ✦ ✦ ✦ ✦

Lucifer

Lucifer has his softer moments when he's especially weak to you, more specifically your touch. So when you ask to brush his hair, he doesn't refuse.

It's the ultimate stress relief and he melts under your touch every time your fingers brush along his scalp. He's nearly forgotten about the brush tbh

He lets out a long sigh, clearly content. He'll have to treat you to dinner as a thanks. It's almost like you sensed how stressed he was, or maybe you saw the pile of papers on his desk when you passed his room.

Either way, you being here is much appreciated. An old man like him finds joy in the little things. But don't comment on his greys-

"Thank you, MC. I enjoy the time we spend together like this. It's odd to be the one that's tended to for once, but... I can't say that I dislike it when it comes from you."

Mammon

At this point, Mammon basically makes you brush his hair.

It's become something of a routine between the two of you, where he'll get out of the shower and finish blow drying it, and lets you take care of all the brushing.

A busy man like The Great Mammon doesn't have time for such trivial things! Besides, he sorta likes the way you do it, and it's nice to feel your hands in his hair, and...

What're you staring for? Get to it! He's already taken a seat on the bed, so you should know what he wants without making him say it, right?

"..............." It's not that he doesn't have anything to say, but rather, the moment the brush touches his head he's silent. He's melting into your touch like an overgrown house cat. Is that purring you hear?

Levi

Once you get past the whole "yucky otaku" thing, and his general aversion to being cute with you, he finds that he actually likes having his hair brushed!

You can guess that his schedule doesn't allow a lot of time for self care, so it's a big help when you'll do it for him.

Did he mention how nice it feels?? It's like he's the only person in the world when you smooth his hair back, delicately brushing every strand. He might end up getting addicted to this...

It's almost become a normal thing where you'll do it while he games, so he's intently focused on the screen until you "accidentally" brush against his ear.

"H-Hey! Be careful with that, will you?? The brushing help me focus, but I can't concentrate if you mess with me! If you're teasing me, I'll get you back..!"

Satan

Surprisingly, he actually lets you brush his hair! Satan's not the cuddly type, but when it comes to little romantic things like this, he's all for it.

He'll seat himself patiently and let you brush his hair while he reads, finding it even easier to get lost in the pages. Sometimes you can sneak up on him and just brush his hair while he's not paying attention, and he won't even notice until you stop.

THEN he gets all embarrassed about it, trying to deflect and act like he wasn't just thoughtfully leaning into your hand like a cat nuzzling for affection.

He can't hide from you, though. You swear he was about to pull you even closer while you were brushing his hair, so it's obvious he liked it. Conveniently keeps placing his hairbrush out in the open from then on.

"I can't help that if feels nice, can I? It's so relaxing, I'm almost afraid I'll become addicted. If that happens, will you take responsibility?"

Asmo

Asmodeus is very particular about who and what touches his hair, so you can guarantee that he practically trained you on how to do it. You're like a certified hairdresser at this rate! From curls to ombré dye jobs, you can practically do it all

And Asmo is spoiled so he'll pester you every chance he gets to have you brush his hair. He'll also whine about it should you decline, and do everything in his power to guilt you. He just manicured his nails so he can't do it himself, MC! 🥺

Asmo's especially receptive to your touch, and he tends to move around a LOT. It's because he's so excited he can barely sit still! He keeps trying to turn around to kiss you, so the process takes forever.

He makes it sound like it's a privilege to do, as if you're enjoying it more than he is, and he'll definitely thank you for your hard work~

"My hair is the silkiest you've ever felt, am I right? I'll show you all the products I use to achieve this flawless perfection! Make sure you appreciate every strand, okay~?"

Beel

Initially confused when you strolled up with a brush, but he's going to be sitting for a while since he's eating, so it’s fine.

But never did he think having his hair brushed by someone else would be so amazing.... Like, it took him a little while to get into it, but when you really start working out the little tangles, he's hooked.

Beel doesn't do anything special to keep up his appearance. He has to be reminded to get a haircut sometimes, so things like this are beyond him. But its become a ritual for him to ask you to brush his hair in the morning.

LOVES it. This big ol teddy bear rests his cheek against your thigh the whole time, and you swear you can hear some kind of rumbling sound coming from him-

"Do you mind doing this before my Fangol games? Um.... It's like a good luck charm for me, I think. It makes me think of you, and I feel like I can win no matter what."

Belphie

This is all Belphie, the epitome of laziness, has ever wanted.

He loves anything you do to his hair, whether that's brushing or combing it, washing or drying it, patting it or running your fingers through...

It's like it's his weakness, and almost always has him nodding off. Is it really okay for the youngest to be spoiled so much? You're gonna make him even more rotten than he is.

Though like Mammon, he also chases you down with a hairbrush in hand, so it's not like you have much of a choice.

"My hair is soft, isn't it? It's all thanks to you brushing it everyday. I feel like I can sleep much better lately because of you. Though... that might be because that tangle in the back is gone."

2K notes · View notes

diavolosthots · 4 years ago

Note

A lot of hcs have the brothers reacting with violence against any demon that hurts mc- how do you think they’d respond if mc was like.. REALLY uncomfortable with that? Either bc mc thinks that the demon should have a chance to learn from their mistake, or bc they’re scared when the bros lash out like that, or whatever reason.

God i love the violent protective headcanons so much because it truly captures their demonic natures and, in my opinion, how demons are with their chosen mates buuuttttttttt..... Yeah i can see how some people are uncomfortable with that

Warning: mentions of violent thoughts/some like... Tight gripping, but no actual, full on violence

THE BROTHERS reacting to MC being hurt by a demon and wanting them to have a second chance/being scared (??? Idk that’s the title I came up with, fight me later if it doesn’t make sense now.)

Lucifer:

His first instinct is always, and will always be, to protect you. In his eyes, you’re still this small, fragile, innocent human being, even if you’re not. Even if you’re his height and bench as much as Beelzebub physically, you’re still not a match for a demon and he hates to think that one could get too close, and then it happens. Obviously, he’s full on demon form and ready to teach someone a lesson, but then you stop him, and he’s confused. “Don’t worry Darling, I will handle them.” What’s that? You don’t want him to handle them? Are you out of your mind? “MC they hurt you and they shall pay the price.” A second chance? Do you know what demons are? Look, now the demon is laughing! But… for your sake, Lucifer is backing down. For now.

“If they do it again, I won’t hesitate MC; this is for your safety. Demons don’t usually change for the better. No, you can not use me as an example.”

Mammon:

Here’s the thing: chances are, Mammon would talk way more than he would actually fight, anyway. He’d go on a whole speech about how you’re his and he’s there to protect you and how you will never have to worry about anything with him around. Then that demon would get the same lecture and honestly, he’s probably going to bore the demon to death more than anything so you, realistically, don’t have to worry about him being violent, anyway, UNLESS the demon swings at him first because then it’s okay and sorry MC, but this got a little too personal. Just one punch, okay? And then he’ll literally grab you and run for it because even Mammon knows he won’t last long.

“Listen this ain’t cuz yer scared or I’m scared. This is cuz I can’t let ya get hurt!.... Again!” (Spoiler: it’s because he won’t last long due to his constant worry about you)

Leviathan:

Hold up. Wait a minute. You’re telling him that, after everything he’s been through, everything he’s done, every rough path he had to take to get you, you’re telling him now that he can’t protect you because this lowlife scum deserves a SECOND CHANCE?! Give him a moment, he needs to calm down. Not only is he jealous because someone else managed to get their hands on you but also, “MC are you stupid?! They hurt you!” Like, he genuinely thinks you’re insane. But then he also immediately feels bad for calling you stupid and he’s having a mental debate on what’s more important: avenging you and being a lowkey hero, or giving into your wish and making you happy…. “Ugh….Fine! Fine… but you’re not going anywhere alone ever again!” And also…. He might’ve, totally, tripped that demon with his tail as he takes you back home. Just enough for them to faceplant. No actual violence.

“They deserved that much…. What? I didn’t do it…..!” Yes he did.

Satan:

Oof. Anger. Rage. Wrath. Fire. It’s all inside of him and he is, quite literally, fuming. His demon form suddenly feels too tight and he wishes he could emerge into his full form without actually causing you to have a heart attack. You’re practically begging him to calm down, “calm down?!” And he’s having none of it. Someone touched what was his and they hurt you doing that, “S-Satan…” but your voice is scared and laced with fear and although he thinks it’s because of the demon at first, “Don’t worry, this worthless excuse of a life won’t be here much longer,” he soon realizes it’s actually he that is scaring you and it catches him off guard. Why are you scared? He’s protecting you! It hurts his heart, though, to see you be so afraid of them and he’s mentally battling himself. He can’t let them get away with this; it would go against his own personal morals and beliefs, but also…

“Let’s… let’s go home… I’ll make some hot chocolate for you and we can… calm down.”

Asmodeus:

He tries to avoid conflict as much as possible, half because he doesn’t want to get his hands dirty, and half because he doesn’t like it. If anyone deserves to be a drama queen, it’s him, not anyone else. So you telling him, as he’s about to fight for the first time in a couple millennia, to please not… kind of sets him at ease. “Are you sure?” but he also needs to make sure that this is exactly what you want. He doesn’t like it, of course, because he does firmly believe people deserve to be held accountable for their actions, but he would hate to see you upset with him when he could just…

“don’t forget to put facial cleanser on tonight and drink water. Your ugliness needs to be washed off and your soul could use some hydration. Hatred out, flowers in!”

Beelzebub:

Oh he’s ready to not only throw hands, he’s ready to tear someone apart. Angry Beel is a scary Beel and he takes a sense of… pride when people fear him, but only if they SHOULD fear him, you know? Laying hands on you is a BIG no no and he won’t treat it lightly. Whatever your relationship with him may be, he protects the people he cares about and his fist is pulling back way too quickly for you to say stop “Beel!” but you’re scared and he halts because he can hear it in your voice and immediately pauses, turning to look at you. He still has a tight grip on them and he’s still ready to tear them to pieces, but you’re also trembling now and his wings slowly lower, thinking he had done something wrong. “I’m… sorry….” stop? You want him to stop? He doesn’t like that… “What if they hurt you again? I can’t let that happen….” he can’t, in good conscience he can’t…..

“You’re off the hook for now, but let me catch you near MC again and there’s nothing you will be able to do but tell your little life goodbye.”

Belphegor:

Look, MAYBE he’s being a little hypocritical right now, okay? Yeah he totally kind of did the same thing to you but that’s exactly why he’s doing better now! He realizes how wrong he was and how he should’ve never done that, you know, all that good 180 degree turn around stuff, but also??? How dare someone else do that??? “I’m not letting them go MC. Not until they have paid. And you just have to stand there and watch as Belphegor jokes them with his tail and for a while that may work BUT…. he hates the look you gave him when he turns back toward you. It breaks his heart, although he would only reluctantly admit that, so he drops them to the ground and looks at you a bit ashamed. “Fine… I won’t… not today…” and you’re lucky he’s lazy and that tail-lift already took a lot out of him. “But it can’t happen again. I won’t be this nice next time MC.” ain’t no one allowed to mess with you!

“Just because I made a mistake doesn’t mean you can. Run before I decide to squash you anyway.”

#obey me shall we date #obey me #obey me headcanons #obey me scenarios #cheys headcanons #asmodeus obey me #belphegor obey me #mammon obey me #obey me lucifer #obey me leviathan #obey me satan #obey me beelzebub #mentions of violence

505 notes · View notes

shyficwriter · 4 years ago

Text

Who's Tougher?

Guardians of the Galaxy fanfic | Reader x Guardians (With Yondu and Kraglin!)

Summary: Guardians find out that Reader maybe isn't Terran while playing with one of those labor pain/period cramp simulators. Inspired by that one episode of Lucifer where Lucifer got tased.

Author’s Note: Based off this dumb post I wrote earlier, because sometimes my dumber ideas are the funniest.

Part 2 here.

Word Count: 2,376 It had started with a bet.

Who was tougher? You or Peter?

Tired of hearing your bickering one day, and after having come across a video on the internet where a couple of guys were using a period cramp simulator, Rocket decided to whip one up with some spare parts he had lying around. Took him about 10 minutes, 15 if you count the time it took him to sort through his spare parts drawer.

You and Peter where sitting at the table with Kraglin when Rocket hopped up and slapped it on the table, interrupting your bickering.

"What's that?" Peter asked, his face one of confusion.

It looked almost like Peter's Zune, only bigger and instead of headphones it had four long wires coming out of it that were attached to thin disk-shaped objects.

"This is gonna settle your argument on who's tougher once and for all so I don't gotta hear your constant whining anymore." Rocket said.

"Hey! It's not constant!" you say, a bit offended, but also not looking forward to doing whatever Rocket was suggesting. "What is that even supposed to do?"

"Saw a video online where a couple of Terran-types were using electric pulses to simulate period cramps. It does that, more or less."

"More or less??" You cry uncertainly, "You want to electrocute us? Because that's what I'm hearing."

Peter laughs, "If you're scared you can just admit that I'm tougher." He leans back in his chair with a smug look that makes you want to smack him.

You glare at him. "I'm not scared. I'm just being cautious of accepting offers to let Rocket stick electrodes on us!"

Kraglin snickers from his side of the table. "Sound scared to me. If Yondu could trust him to wire his fin into his skull, I'm sure ya can trust him not to fry ya with that little thingy-ma-bob."

Yondu, having heard his name while walking by, stops by the table. "What's going on here?"

"Rocket wants to electrocute us!"

"Do not!" Rocket defends. "Well, not much... I just want to settle which one of them is really tougher so they'll quit whining about it."

Yondu shakes his head, chuckling. He looks at you. "So you're really gonna give in and tell Peter he's tougher cuz yer scared of a little shock?"

You glare at him. You knew he was only trying to razz you up, but you couldn't help it. "I'm not scared, I-"

Peter cuts you off. "Then prove it." He was bluffing, he didn't really want to try either. Who in their right mind would willingly let Rocket hook them up to an electric shock machine?? But his poker-face was good. Too good.

"Ugh. Fine. If to only wipe that smug grin off your dumb face." you say, rolling your eyes. "How's it work?"

Rocket grinned, as did the other two. "Ok, so you each get two of these electrodes," He held up the white disk, "and you stick them to your stomach, and then I'll take this," he held up the Zune-looking thing, "and turn it up until one of you taps out."

You begrudgingly took the electrodes from Rocket and he clarified his instructions by telling you both to place them below your belly-button. You retake your seats at Rocket's behest, him cockily saying that you 'might want to sit down for this'.

"Ready?" he smirked.

You looked at Peter's cocky grin and rolled your eyes. "Sure."

Rocket turned the dial. Nothing happened, so you assumed it had only just switched the device on, but you did see Peter give a little jolt.

You turned your head to him and laughed. "What you jumpy for, Mister Cocky? He hasn't started yet."

"Yes I did."

You looked back at Rocket, confused. "What?"

"I did start it. It's on level 1 now."

You look at Peter. He confirms it's on. "You don't feel anything?" he asks. You shake your head.

Rocket give you an odd look and says he's turning it up to 2.

Peter jerks again, softly grunting. "Hey, how high does this go?"

Rocket answers that it goes up to 10, and Peter makes a face that makes it obvious he's regretting his life choices.

"Oh, I can feel it now," you say, your mouth twitching upward in a grin. "It kinda tickles."

"That doesn't seem right?" Rocket switches it off. "Switch your leads, I want to make sure there's not a short in the wires."

You and Peter do what's asked. As soon as Rocket sees all the leads are stuck down properly he cranks it up to 2 without warning.

Peter jerks forward and grabs the table with a grunt. "Dude! What the fuck! A warning would be nice!"

You, however, only start softly giggling with a, "Hey!"

Rocket scratches his head, and turns the knob to 2.5.

Peter squeezes his eyes shut and tries, but fails, to sit back up straight. You also close your eyes, but it's because you've brought a hand to press on your forehead as you lean back in your chair, still giggling.

As soon as Rocket turns the knob to 3, Peter taps out.

Rocket turns the device off and looks at you suspiciously before glancing at Yondu and Kraglin who only shrug in response. "I don't get it? That's not supposed to happen?" Rocket says looking his new device over.

"I'll have a go." says Kraglin. "I bet Pete's just being a baby."

This earns a chuckle from Yondu and an annoyed outburst from Peter, who challenges Yondu to do it with Kraglin if they're both so tough.

Smirking, Yondu actually agrees. You and Peter hand over your leads and Yondu and Kraglin put them on.

Rocket repeats the same process. He starts them out at 1, and neither react. He goes up to 2, and Kraglin winces like Peter had. Up to 3, and Kraglin grunts and starts to grip the table while Yondu only acknowledges he can feel it pinching, but from the look on his face you can tell he's just putting on a tough act.

Rocket turns it up to 4 and Yondu exhales out his nose while looking up at the ceiling. At 6 Kraglin taps out and Rocket turns the device off.

Yondu laughs and tells Peter, "Guess everyone here is tougher than you, boy." to which Peter calls bullshit, says he wasn't ready, and demands to go again, this time against Yondu.

Peter doesn't make it past 4, and you laugh at him, prompting him to glare at you and say, "You wouldn't make it past 4 either!"

You call his bet, laughing, "Guess I'd need to go up against Yondu or Krags then, because we know you sure can't."

Before Peter can retort the rest of the team has come over to see what the fuss is about.

Rocket explains that you're seeing who's the toughest, and this promptly makes Mantis and Groot, in their innocence, want to try. However, this is immediately shot down by Gamora, who says that any game, or whatever it was that you were doing, where you willfully electrocute yourself, was stupid.

Drax, however, says he'll have a go, and Peter jumps on this, telling you, "There you go! Go up against Drax. If you can outlast him I'll finally say you're tougher than me."

"Quill." Yondu says in a warning tone, the implication clear that he didn't think anyone could beat the behemoth and that he knew that Peter egging you on like that would only result in you pushing yourself too hard to prove him wrong and getting hurt.

"Relax, old man!" Peter turned to you with a smug grin. "You can take it, right?" Peter is really pushing his luck, but you agree, taking back your leads from Yondu, and Rocket instructing Drax what to do as he takes Peter's chair.

Once you were both settled Rocket made sure you were ready before turning the device up to 1, then after a moment 2, and after another moment 3, where you had left off before.

Drax was just sitting there unfazed, but you were giggling again like before, prompting Drax to ask you what was so funny.

"It tickles!" you say, covering your face again and giggling harder once Rocket announced he was turning it up to 4.

"I bet you're faking it just to mess with us." Peter grumbled at you as Gamora gave him a strange look.

They heard Mantis giggling and looked over to see Mantis pulling her hand away from your arm, her antennae glowing. "Nope. Not lying. I don't sense any feelings of deception."

"Well, that doesn't make any sense, but here's 5." Rocket said, turning the dial.

You jerked in your seat, drawing one foot up into your chair as you tilted your head back laughing, still covering your face with your hands. "Ok! Ok! Wait a minute!" you squeak.

"Are you saying you give up?" Peter said with a smirk. "Guess that means you can't say you're tougher than me."

You flip him off. "No! I didn't say that!" This makes Yondu chuckle. Like most of the rest of the team he had started grinning at your reactions. You may be being stubborn, but he supposed you being tickled was better than you being in pain, though by all accounts it didn't make sense. He had done it himself, and it most definitely didn't tickle.

"Well it's up to 5, you couldn't get past 4, Pete." Kraglin corrected, letting Peter know that you technically had just proved you were tougher by being able to go to a higher setting than him.

"That's not the deal we made. Besides, how can it count if it only tickles? The higher settings are bound to hurt." He knew his logic was flawed, but he was stubborn too, he wasn't just going to hand you a victory.

Seeing as you weren't giving up yet, Rocket went ahead and dialed it up to 6.

"How you doing Drax?" Kraglin asked.

Drax just shrugged. "Fine. It's not the most pleasant feeling, but it's completely bearable."

They didn't ask how you were doing. It was pretty clear how you were doing. You hadn't quit giggling this whole time, much to Rocket's frustration because it just didn't make sense. It was, however, the only thing keeping Gamora from making Rocket stop. She knew Drax could take almost anything, so he'd be fine. You didn't seem to be in pain at all, so she assumed you must be safe.

Rocket dialed up to 7.

Drax nodded his head. "There it is. I can feel it more now." However, there wasn't an ounce of pain etched into his face. Dude obviously had one hell of a pain tolerance.

You were still curled in your chair. One hand covered your mouth while you giggled, the other rested on your knee. You tried to psyche yourself up. It was only a tickle. You weren't a baby. You got this, right?

The foot that had been in your chair then slammed to the floor as you lurched forward with a shriek of laughter, gripping the metal armrest of your chair as your other hand wrapped around your middle.

"How can that still tickle!? It's turned up to 8!" Rocket questioned in disbelief, holding up the device to Yondu as if to prove it.

"Eight!?" you cry, "You were supposed to tell us, you rabid raccoon!"

Drax began to laugh as well and in disbelief Peter said, "Drax? Seriously?!"

"It doesn't tickle," Drax clarified, his laughter dying into a light chuckle. "It's just very funny to watch the smaller Terran react."

You attempted to glare at Drax for referring to you as the "smaller Terran," but failed at it. You stomped your foot on the ground as you felt the tickle get somehow worse, and knew Rocket had turned it up again. "Rocket! Please!" you whined, making a few of the others laugh. Maybe you don't got this.

"That one was for calling me a raccoon, asshat." Rocket said with a grin, his previous frustration seemingly gone in favor of mischief.

You quickly reach for the little shit, but you recoil as he jumped out of reach, a smug grin on his face as he turned the dial to the last setting.

"And that one was 'cause I can."

Drax barely reacted, but you were suffering.

Shit. Shit. Nothing had ever tickled like this before. You don't got this. You still had a death grip on the arm of the chair and you were laughing so hard you couldn't sit up straight. Screw the bet, time for begging. "Ok! Ok!" you squeal. "Rock-Rocket! Ahaha! Ok! I'm sorry! Please! I can't- I give up!"

Rocket and Peter laughed triumphantly as you continued to plead for mercy. Yondu had pity on you and chuckled saying, "Alright, Rat. That's enou-"

He was cut off by a metallic squeal and a snap that made everyone jump. The sound was only followed by the sounds of your dying laughter as you caught your breath.

You threw your leads up on the table, having had ripped them off when you couldn't take it anymore (and after having finally realized that was an option.) You finally look up at Rocket, still giggly and gasping for breath as you say, "Youhoo suck! Eheheh... you- you little brat... haha... Jeez..." Your eyes were glowing a bright blue that slowly faded as you raised an eyebrow, noting how your companions expressions have changed to something resembling "WTF??"

"What's with the faces?" you ask, only to follow Mantis's eyes down to the arm of your chair, or rather, what used to be the arm of your chair.

You had snapped it, but that wasn't all. It was now twisted both outward & downward and the place you had been gripping it had been crushed to form to the inside of your fist as if it had been made of foam board.

You hear someone hesitantly say, "Ya ain't Terran... are ya?"

You look back up at your friends' expectant faces with a nervous grin, squinting and blushing as you rub the back of your head. "Well, aha... This is awkward..."

#gotg #gotg imagine #x reader #peter quill #rocket raccoon #yondu udonta #kraglin obfonteri #fanfic #fanfiction #yondu lives #funny #fluff #fluffy fanfiction

174 notes · View notes

otakusheep15 · 3 years ago

Text

SFW Alphabet - Solomon

This is for my best friend/mother as she is the biggest Solomon simp I’ve ever seen lol. Also, this is gonna be angsty cause I love writing angsty Solomon

A = Affection (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?)

He pretends to not like affection, but he’s a softie and we all know it. Really, all he needs is a hug and he’ll just melt on the spot.

B = Best friend (What would they be like as a best friend? How would the friendship start?)

One word: chaos. You two as best friends cause untold destruction and cause Lucifer several migraines per day. Being besties with him also means being besties with Asmo, so be prepared for that as well.

C = Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?)

He loves cuddles. Maybe it’s just the fact that he hasn’t had much physical contact in who knows how long, but he loves any form of contact. His favorite ways to cuddle is him on his back with you either laying on top of him, or on the side of him with your head on his chest.

D = Domestic (Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning?)

I can’t see him as the type to settle down, be he’d consider it depending on the person. And while he’s a terrible cook, he’s not half bad at cleaning and other household chores.

E = Ending (If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?)

He’d be super blunt about it. Honestly, he’s scared to get with anyone to begin with since, ya know, immortality and all, so it’s been a while since he’s actually had to break it off. His main goal when breaking up with someone is to get them away from him, so he wants to make sure the way he breaks up with them will make them want to stay away.

F = Fiance(e) (How do they feel about commitment? How quick would they want to get married?)

Afraid of commitment. I imagine the last time he tried to commit to someone was before he became immortal, so having to watch them die made him vow to never get that close to anyone again. Then he met you, and all of that has been thrown out the window. He might try and rush things a bit, but he just wants as much time with you as possible. So, while he is afraid to commit, he’ll do it for you.

G = Gentle (How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?)

He’s bad at human interaction, so he might not know if he accidentally hurts you, but he’ll be quick to apologize once he realizes. Honestly, he’s better at being physically gentle since he can control that better than emotions.

H = Hugs (Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?)

Loves hugs. They’re one of his favorite things ever. He just finds such comfort in them, and they’re great for stress relief. His hugs are a bit on the aggressive side, but they’re still very enjoyable.

I = I love you (How fast do they say the L-word?)

He’d say it on accident. And then he’d try to play it off to hide how embarrassed he is. It is pretty early on, but he does mean it with all his heart. Please say it back, he hasn’t heard it in a while.

J = Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they’re jealous?)

He gets extremely jealous. Like, you spend so much time with the brothers and he can’t stand that. Of course, he would never admit it, but he would try everything he can think of to get you away from them. Once, he almost resorted to food poisoning out of sheer desperation.

K = Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?)

His kisses differ depending on his mood, but they’re usually soft and full of passion. His favorite place to kiss you is your neck because it gets a nice reaction out of you. His favorite place to be kissed is the top of his head cause he’s secretly a big softy who wants to be babied.

L = Little ones (How are they around children?)

He’s not the most fond of kids, but he’ll tolerate them. They’re are fun to tease though, especially Luke.

M = Morning (How are mornings spent with them?)

he’s either waking you up at the crack of dawn to work on some new potion, or he’s sleeping in until past noon and refuses to get up. Regardless, you are not leaving his side. If he gets up, he’ll drag you up with him. If he wants to stay in, he’ll hold you there until he’s satisfied.

N = Night (How are nights spent with them?)

He’ll usually be up late working on something or other, but he’s never up for too long. He jins you in bed when he’s done, and he’ll cuddle the crap out of you an an apology for keeping you waiting. He’s also fond of talking to you about random stuff that happened throughout the day until one or both of you fall asleep.

O = Open (When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?)

This man is one of the most secretive people to ever exist. He wants to open up to you, honestly he does, but he just can’t. he’s so worried that all of his emotional baggage will drive you away, and he couldn’t stand losing another person he cares about. So, he keeps everything hidden. With time, he’ll start opening up if you push enough buttons.

P = Patience (How easily angered are they?)

He’s really good at pretending he’s patient. On the outside he’s his same-old self, but on the inside he’s fuming. His patience tends to wear especially thin around the brothers (except Asmo). It’s a mixture of jealousy for how much time they spend with you, and anger that they refuse to make a pact with him. But he keeps it all under wraps.

Q = Quizzes (How much would they remember about you? Do they remember every little detail you mention in passing, or do they kind of forget everything?)

He does remember a good bit of information, but he sucks at remembering small details. For example, he may know what month your birthday is in, but he cannot remember the actual date. Or, he would remember your favorite movie genre, but not your favorite movie in said genre. He tries his best though.

R = Remember (What is their favorite moment in your relationship?)

He loves this one time where you tried to help him cook something. You were tired of dealing with the mess that is his cooking skills, and you wanted him to make something that wouldn’t kill you. Everything started out fine until you accidentally get some flour on him. It wasn’t much, but still. He just turns to you without saying anything before launching some flour right back at you. And then the casual baking session turns into an all-out food war. The kitchen is a mess and you two end up getting scolded by Simeon later, but it was totally worth it.

S = Security (How protective are they? How would they protect you? How would they like to be protected?)

Oh he’s very protective. I mean, you’re a defenseless human surrounded by powerful demons who want to eat you, of course he’d be protective. He would never mean to over-bearing, but he can come off that way sometimes. He used to protect those he cared about before he became immortal, so the habit comes back with you now. He doesn’t need protecting for obvious reasons, so it’s all the more reason to focus on protecting you.

T = Try (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?)

Surprisingly, he prefers more lowkey dates. Maybe it’s because he rarely gets any alone time with you, but he loves just chilling out together practicing magic. if you did want to go out, he would take you somewhere in the Human World to get away from all the chaos of the Devildom.

U = Ugly (What would be some bad habits of theirs?)

Obviously, his cooking could kill a man, but we’re gonna move past that since it’s low hanging fruit. Besides that, he has a tendency to by pretty cunning and he’s always planning some kind of prank. He also has a tendency to get jealous of the brothers a lot, and that can make him salty when you guys can finally hang out.

V = Vanity (How concerned are they with their looks?)

He used to be pretty concerned with his looks, but he’s gotten over it. He still tries to look decent since he is in the presence of some powerful demons, but it isn’t at the forefront of his mind. Although, since becoming besties with Asmo, his vanity has started picking up again.

W = Whole (Would they feel incomplete without you?)

Maybe yes, maybe no. He’s had to deal with loss several times over, so he could probably learn to deal with it like he did before, but you could be different. It really just depends on what kind of impact you have on him during your time together.

X = Xtra (A random headcanon for them.)

We all know that it’s basically canon that he and Asmo have hooked up before lol. But I also lowkey think he’s hooked up with both Barb and Satan. I have no real reason as to why I think this, but I do and I’m sticking to it. I don't even ship it that much, I just think he would do something like that.

Y = Yuck (What are some things they wouldn’t like, either in general or in a partner?)

He actually doesn’t like someone he knows he’d get attached to. He doesn't want to go through that pain again, so he wants to remain distant. Also, he doesn’t like someone who doesn’t understand or accept what he’s been through and what he’ll continue going through. He wants someone who understands and who he can talk to about it.

Z = Zzz (What is a sleep habits of theirs?)

He gets very clingy in his sleep. If he’s sleeping with someone, they can expect to be trapped in his arms until he wakes up. And if you try to escape, he just hugs you even tighter.

#OBEY ME #shall we date obey me #shall we date solomon #Headcanon #scenarios #sfw alphabet

67 notes · View notes

thenextchapter22 · 3 years ago

Text

Mail Order... Kitten Girl

Part 8: Aw Rats

Description: Satan accidentally orders a special type of ‘cat’ online after having a few too many drinks…

Tags: Pet Play, Cat Hybrids, Fluff, Comfort, Explicit Sexual Content, Tail Fucking

Pairing(s): Reader/Everyone (but Luke)

Link to my AO3: Click Here

In this chapter: Kitten and Barbatos spend time together!

Part One Part Two Part Three Part Four Part Five Part Six Part Seven

Authors Note: HAPPY BIRTHDAY BARBATOS!! This one is for you :))

+++++ MINORS DNI +++++

It was an early morning on a weekday. You woke up slowly, snuggling into the demon body beside you in bed. Sleeping in Belphie’s room was always your top favorite spots to get a great nights sleep. Surrounded in his bed with all his blankets and pillows he stacked up plus his warm arms around you, that was the best.

You were shaken out of the slumber by Beel shaking his twin’s arm, saying, “Belphie, Kitten, get up and eat.”

Belphie groaned, squeezing your body to him, nuzzling the back of your neck with his heated breath caressing you. “Mmmm... ‘s early, Beel. Later...”

The temptation to stay was strong, but your stomach gurgled and you decided to get up.

Wiggling in Belphie’s strong hold until you faced him instead of the wall, he opened one eye just enough to stare at you questionably. “Cuddle me later?” you said through a yawn.

Your youngest demon Master sighed, but gave you one final squeeze around your waist, lingering just above your bottom with his fingers, and kissed you gently. “Fine... Go on,” he said, and opened his arms to free you.

Beel helped you climb over him. As soon as you were out of the bed, Belphie went right back to sleep.

With a smiling sigh, Beel shook his head. “C’mon, Kitten. I’ve made one of your favorites for breakfast so let’s get you dressed.”

You picked at the thin silk short set you had worn to bed. Sleeping with any of them, you liked to wear little to almost nothing. Firstly, because a lot of them ran hot, and secondly so that you could feel their bodies closer to you. That extra touch made your body feel good.

You sat on Beel’s bed, waiting for him to pick out an outfit for you. Almost all of your Master’s liked to dress you. And because you usually stayed in one of their rooms, sometimes a different demon each night so it was fair—they liked to fight a lot about that—they had clothes ready for the next day.

The redheaded demon chose a soft pair of leggings and a short-sleeved scoop neck shirt, also soft, probably fleece . You smiled at the plain underwear he helped you slip on. Asmo , Lucifer, and Satan all liked to give you lace undies and bras, but the others preferred comfort for you. Either way you didn’t mind, they were your owners after all and you liked them dressing you up. The fun of it was seeing the different styles.

After you were clothed, Beel took your hand and smiled. “Let’s go eat.”

You smiled right back and nodded, “Mmhm! ‘m hungry, Master.”

“Me too. I haven't eaten in minutes.”

Giggling, the both of you left Belphie to the room and went to eat.

Breakfast for you was perfect. Waffles soaked in syrup, piled high with berries and whipped cream. Sausages and eggs, too. The table was full, aside from Belphie. Your Masters all ate their weird demon foods. The day was looking to be a great one!

Once your belly was full, that was when your morning turned from sweet to just plain sour.

The worst news was given to you, and in anger you lashed out.

Which was why now, you sat dejectedly on the couch, arms crossed and tail swishing across your lap, the tip fuzzed out. You poked at your collar that was almost forced on you, a black leather collar that wasn’t uncomfortable but not your favorite, thick and ugly. A long leash was attached to it, and on the other end was Lucifer holding it. Usually you liked the leash, but not when it was a punishment.

Everyone was in the common room now, even Belphie who had gotten up after hearing the news. They either stood around you or sat on the furniture, but they all were looking at you with small smiles or smirks.

You were not amused. If you were an actual cat, your fur would be stuck up like the tip of your tail was.

The bad news that caused this problem... your Masters were leaving for the whole day to a RAD Student Council member only meeting that Lord Diavolo was holding.

You hated being alone. But because Barbatos was staying behind to make a feast for when they came back, he had volunteered to watch you.

When Lucifer went on and explained he was going to take you to Lord Diavolo’s castle for the hand off of yourself to the demon butler, you obviously did not want to go or for them to go and as such you had clawed at him, and thus the leash.

You didn’t draw blood, Lucifer was too fast for that, but the reaction was enough to be punished.

Huffing in your seat, you refused to not look angry. They were leaving you... again!

Lucifer sighed, and patted the top of your head a few times. “Bad kitty’s get punished, my dear,” he said matter of fact.

Your nose twitched. “I know...”

“You promise to behave for Barbatos?” Satan asked.

You nodded. “Yes, Master...”

“Don’t look so upset, it will only be for a few hours...”

“Why can’t I just be at home alone?” you asked, glancing at them all with wide eyes.

Asmo cooed. “Last time Simeon took too long, kitty cat, and you were upset with us. We’re just looking after you.”

You pouted.

Beel smiled. “Barbatos is excited to see you. And he said he wants you to taste test some of his bakes today. I’m jealous.” He drooled.

Your ears perked up. “R-really?” You licked your lips. Barbatos was the best baker you knew. His cakes and pies and basically everything he made was yummy.

“Kitten looks happy now!” Mammon said with a grin.

Satan agreed, “She looks like the cat who got the cream.”

Asmo giggled. “She probably will, too, and I mean to say Barbatos’~”

The others groaned or chuckled. You didn’t know what that meant, but you did love cream.

“We’re having a big feast later at Lord Diavolo’s castle, so be sure not to eat too much,” Lucifer said, and then announced it was time to go.

You stood as Lucifer started for the front door, the leash taught. Your Masters all said their respective goodbyes and ‘I love you’s’ and it made you very happy inside. You would miss them so much.

Maybe it was better to not be alone, so you wouldn’t be so sad and think about them until they came home.

Turning on your heel before the front door, you smiled. “I love you, too, my Masters.” And you meant that, truly.

They all cooed, or grinned, and you waved goodbye.

It was only for the day, right?

_+_

The walk to Lord Diavolo’s wasn't too long. Barbatos let you inside the main entrance where you waited to be handed off like a true pet.

“Welcome, Lucifer, Kitten. We are going to have a good time together today, hm?” the demon butler smiled at you kindly.

You peeked at him from behind Lucifer and nodded once. Still, something inside of you was a little peeved.

“I trust you will be good?” Lucifer asked you, a stern look in his red eyes.

“Yes, Master, I'll be good,” you said.

Lucifer handed the leash to Barbatos, who took it without a single question. You wondered if Lucifer told him what happened and why you had the leash at all.

“She will be well looked after, Lucifer.”

Lucifer nodded. He gave you a single kiss on your forehead. “Behave, Kitten,” he said, and then he was gone out the door. You watched as he transformed into his demon form and flew off, majestic and sexy. You did love his wings; they were so soft.

“Kitten? Let’s go.” Barbatos smiled at you again, and gestured with his hand for you to go ahead and step further in the Castle.

You frowned, but did, and you found yourself in the kitchen after a little bit of walking.

The room was a far cry from the House of Lamentation’s kitchen. First it was much larger, higher ceilings, and had several ovens and even more cooking equipment. There were tons of cabinets and a large black table off to the side. The floors were nicer on your shoes, less chance of tripping on wood floors than badly lain cement blocks.

While you glanced around, you felt a tug on your leash and a click, and Barbatos was hanging your leash on a hook on the wall before you knew what happened.

“Wha-?”

“It will be easier for the both of us. I won’t say anything if you won’t?”

You giggled. The collar was still on, but that was fine by you. “Okay!”

“Perfect. Over this way please.” He led you to a counter, and there was a ton of ingredients out. They smelled sweet, salty, bitter. Some of them looked good, others odd colored or shaped, but still had a good aroma. “Today you can help me prepare the meal for their return.”

Your ears fell. “I can’t cook...”

"That's not a problem. You have two hands, and so you can mix. And taste test for me as well.”

Now that you could do with great pleasure. “Yes, I want to help!”

He chuckled. “I assumed so. We are only preparing desserts now; I will finish the rest of the meal later so it's fresh. Let’s begin, shall we?”

Baking with Barbatos was fun. You got to eat so many tasty things. He let you lick the spoon with the frosting, and gave you little chocolate chips. Mixing dry ingredients for him was harder than it looked and you got some flour on yourself, but that was why you had the apron on.

Although, it was strange that he already had the perfect one for you. It certainly was not for one of the demon brothers or Diavolo (right?).

After cooking for a long time, eating and mixing and opening and closing the ovens, setting all the pretty treats under domes on counters or in the fridge, you were totally exhausted. All the hard work and eating had really wore you out.

You yawned a few times, and rubbed at your eyes.

“Is it time for a cat nap?” he teased.

“Barb, I’m tired.” You yawned again.

He softly laughed. “All right. Come with me, Kitten.” He put the palm of his hand on your lower back to lead you out of the kitchen. You were taken around a few doors and small hallways to a wide window with a bed seat cushion, and it faced a garden full of flowers and wildlife.

“So pretty...” you were in awe.

“I thought you might like the view. Rest for a while and I will wake you up once you’ve gotten the proper sleep.”

You curled up on the warm bedding and purred. The sun was shining in the spot, and you could fit yourself perfectly in a ball. “Thank you~”

Barbatos smiled down at you, and pet your head, his hand lingering on your neck to squeeze once. It gave you the shivers. “You’re very welcome, Kitten. Sweet dreams.”

You fell asleep watching the birds flutter around and chirp.

When you woke up it was still sunny, but not directly on you. And you watched the garden for a while, and then you saw it.

A rat, scurrying across the field.

You made a sound and bared your teeth at it.

The window had a latch, and you undid it and crawled out to step into the garden. You were quiet, stealthy, your prey was right there. You caught it in your claws and squeezed until it was dead.

This was the perfect present to say thank you!

Barbatos had not come for you yet, so you set the dead rat on the floor of the room, waiting for Barbatos to come fetch you.

And when he came inside, he froze up, and stared at your gift. “Kitten.”

“Barb~ I got you a gift, it’s right there.” Your tail flickered in happiness, and you grinned a fanged smile at him, proud and excited.

He tensed as he walked around it, but did not pick it up. “Did you touch that thing?” he asked instead.

“Yes, with my claws. I killed it for you!”

“I see...” He held out his arms, and frowned. “Let’s go wash your hands,” he said.

You pouted. “Are you not going to take my present?”

Barbatos’ brows furrowed. “Kitten, I appreciate the gift, however...”

Now you understood, and your eyes watered. “Y-you hate it, don’t you?”

“Not at all, kitty, not at all. I just want to take care of you first.” He grabbed you under your arms and you were taken back to the kitchen, legs wrapped around his waist. You felt like a toddler but the warmth of his body was nice. “You need to clean up before you touch anything else.”

He directed you to stand before the sink and place your hands inside. The water was hot on your hands and you cried out. He apologized, and quickly turned it down, and then poured soap on your hands, helping wash them, getting between your fingers and under your claws.

“Rats carry diseases, and Devildom rats even more. I want you to be more careful.”

You nodded. “Okay, I’m sorry.”

Barbatos gave you a soft smile. “It’s fine. There now, let’s dry them and then we can get back to baking together.”

You dried your hands and frowned down at the tiles. “I just wanted to thank you...”

He cupped your cheek and had you look at him. “I know, but you don’t need to thank me with that,” he said, not unkindly.

Oh, so that’s what he was getting at. Well, your Master’s did not say you couldn’t please Barbatos, and he did take care of you. This was the only other way you knew how to say you were grateful for him feeding you delicious snacks and letting you sleep in the cozy sun spot.

“I can thank you like this,” you said, and knelt down on the floor right in front of him, your face at his crotch.

There was one quick inhaled from the demon butler. His gloved finger lifted your head up for him to stare down at you with his pretty green eyes. There was a slight hue on his cheeks. “You don’t have to thank me at all.”

You licked your lips. “I want to. Please? Can I see your cock and suck it?”

He began thumbing your bottom lip. “If that’s what you want, I wouldn’t say no.” Then he made a concerned face. “Do you want something for your knees?”

You nodded, glad Barbatos was such a kind demon. “Please...” and he somehow had a throw pillow in his hands, and you lifted one knee at a time to get situated. “Thank you.”

“It’s no trouble.”

Quickly you helped him out of his pants, slipping them to the floor. As you did his hand caressed the top of your head, and you felt his dark gaze on you, watching every move you made. As his pants dropped to the floor, he stepped out of them, kicking them away. The mess was so unlike the butler from what you had seen.

Now he was just in his underwear, a silk dark green pair that outlined his cock and balls. You nuzzled his clothed dick. “Smells good, Barby.”

“Mmm, you like the smell of cock, Kitten?”

You nodded. “Yesss-”

His hand went to your hair at the back of your head to lightly tug. The pain mixed with his scent urged you on, and you had his boxers pulled down, and he was quicker in stepping out of those. His cock out inches from your mouth, half hard. Before you sucked it, you grabbed it to stroke it to life. You licked the tip once, he gasped. Then you swallowed him down and peeked up at him with a certain look, unmoving. Waiting for him to do something.

He got the idea and smiled. “Do you want me to use your mouth?”

You hummed, hopeful he understood it meant yes. And he understood because he began using your mouth. Filling it with his slicked head, hitting your tongue and roof of your mouth. Your lips were swelling up, and you suckled and slurped at his cock.

Clawed hands went to his waist, holding him steady as his fingers clutched your hair to do the same. The pain and scent surrounding you had your pussy wetting up, soaking your undies. But this was for him, about Barbatos’ pleasure. And a Kitten could please their Master, or their Master’s friends, and you would do a good job of it, too.

Breathing through your nose, you kept a firm hold on his hips, and your tail helped by wrapping around his thigh once to squeeze. His legs were bare, strong looking. You looked up at him, and met his dark eyes, flecks of black creeping in to those slate green iris’. It was sexy and you moaned.

“Ahh, Kitten,” he moaned. His hand not at your hair went to touch your tail, wrapped around a part of it and stroked like you had done to his dick. “Such a soft tail."

You moaned louder, vibrating around his cock, tonguing the underside with your flattened muscle, flexing. He tasted tangy and filled your mouth perfectly, and a little precum trickled onto your taste buds.

The demon butler tensed and grunted out a warning before he came in your mouth, and only then did you let him go. You held his spent cum in your mouth on your tongue, and showed it to him before swallowing. It was bitter, but you had worse.

“Such a naughty thing,” he commented, and pet your hair from your cheeks.

He smiled, and in his eyes was something new you hadn’t seen. He put his clothes back to right, and before you could react, he had you in his arms and then deposited you on the long kitchen table. The throw pillow was shoved under your body to lift you up at your lower half, and it helped keep your tail from being squished. But you were confused.

“Barb-”

“Hush now.” He stood at your feet, a demonic grin truly. “I shall return the favor,” he whispered. Barbatos’ appearance shifted, and he was in his demon form, his twin-tipped tails flickering behind him, his bat-like horns gleaming in the kitchen light.

His hands torn down your pants to your ankles, and you let him, him taking off your shoes next to leave you in socks and your top. Then you were spread open, panties glistening, socked feet flat on the table. He had you bend your legs so he could grasp your knees to keep you like that, but your pants hugged at your ankles like restraints.

Those eyes of his were basically neon green they were glowing, and he stared at your clothed core, and you tightened in response. Could he see the flex of your pussy?

“You got wet from sucking me, hm... How delightful.” His finger went to your waist, tugging under the band, and it snapped apart. He tore your underwear from you and exposed your vagina to the air, the coolness hitting your burning heat, wetness growing.

“Ahh, B-barb-"

His tails were hovering your vagina, twitching, and you leaned your head down to watch. You couldn’t see much past your belly as he lifted you up, but you knew what his intentions were.

You begged for it, “please, inside...”

He did not hesitate. His tail slowly went inside your pussy, thick, slimy, softly scaled. It was bigger than you figured, and you tightened down and wiggled your hips.

He tore his glove off with his teeth, and his bare finger circled your clit, the sparks of pleasure helping the stretch. “It’s okay, you can take it. Be a good kitty.”

You clenched down on him again and he winced for a second, but then his tail slithered deeper and flicked at the tip to hit that spot inside and you saw stars, clutching the table at each end with clawed hands.

“You’re damaging the wood,” he said with a bit of humor, but did nothing to stop you. His finger circled your clit faster and harder, and you were close but still felt like it wasn’t enough.

That was when his second tail spread your cheeks apart to press to your anus, slimy from the wetness leaking from your pussy. You were not ready for that, not now.

You cried, “nnngg, not there, please.” Your own tail swooshed in the air, a nervous twitch, and a warning that you did not like that.

Barbatos kissed your inner thigh, holding your knee wider with one hand as his tail fucked you, sloppy sounds echoing in the room along with your heavy panting. “I know, beautiful thing, I won’t.” He left the tail tip there, slipping over your hole to join the other at your pussy, pressing against its twin. “You can take two, can you not?”

You tensed and sobbed. “P-please,” you desperately wanted to be torn open.

He grinned, sharp teeth, and shoved his second tail in along with the other. You arched your back and tossed your head to the side and sobbed, burning and intense pleasure/pain encompassing you. “Ahhhgg~”

The pace he set was fast and rough, the double tails slipping in and out and scrapping at the best parts of you, no time to adjust. “You’re so sweet, yet so naughty. I want to feel your pussy on my cock someday.”

“Uhh, yes, yes, want that-”

“Hm, I know you do.”

He was so himself like this. Barbatos was commanding and sure in his movements, and it was perfection. His head went between your legs and his mouth found your clit and licked and kissed wet and sloppily. You wished you could watch as he did, but your position only let you see his head bobbing, and his tail motioning in and out between your thighs.

He kept his mouth on your clit, swishing his tongue back and forth. “Purr for me, kitty,” he pulled back to say, and then with insane speed he fucked you with his serpent tails and licked you, like a vibrator toy for your clit.

The heat was reaching your belly in a boiling point now. Your body was hot, tense, and your toes curled, and then with an arched back, your belly tightened up and you were finished. “Cumming, Barb, cummiinnnnggg~” you exclaimed, spurting all over.

It lasted a few moments, but felt like longer. You kept your eyes shut and felt the excess amount of your own juices dripping out. The sparks went with the beat of your heart as you calmed down, almost like an exposed wire feeling every single thing. Your shirt was sweaty. Your throat sore, from both screaming your pleasure and holding some back. There was a little bit of tears drying on your cheeks.

When you did open your eyes, Barbatos was hovering over your head, smiling that gentle smile, this time it reached his kind eyes. “So pretty for me,” Barbatos murmured, kissing your cheek. “I need to clean you up now.”

You hummed, shutting your eyes as fireworks popped up in your vision. “Mmm, clean up,” you copied.

He chuckled, and lifted you up in his arms, and you whined but allowed it. “Come on kitty, you can have another nap after.”

You sighed. “Love naps.”

“I gathered that. You may be a second Belphegor and we just don’t know it.”

You giggled. “Mmmm.” What a silly thing to say.

_+_

“She looks exhausted,” Lucifer commented. He had a slight smirk in his eyes and on his lips, but not enough for the average person to see.

Barbatos shared a similar look. “Oh yes, we had an eventful evening, didn’t we?” You flushed red, ignoring the question, and he went on, holding out a few containers. “Here. To take home with you. The feast will begin in a few hours, but I know Beel will like to have some extras.” Barbatos handed you the boxes. “Thank you for all your help today, Kitten. Anytime you want to stop by, feel free.” The green of his eyes shone, mischievous.

You held in the whine, because you did want to visit again. But the teasing was too much and you were exhausted mentally and physically. You didn’t even want to be standing right then.

You looked at Lucifer and asked, “Master, can we go home now?”

“Yes, we can.” He took the leash from Barbatos and you both left Lord Diavolo’s castle for the House of Lamentation.

And if Lucifer noticed the limp in your walk, he said nothing on it.

Thankfully you were not in trouble. Your Masters, it seemed, did not care if you shared yourself. But you had to wonder the limitations of that... you’d ask another time.

So, you went home to rest before the feast, but in the end you did not go. You actually stayed behind with Levi who had plans to be online that night (Diavolo played video games, you heard, so he excused the Envy demon).

Snuggled up with him on the beanbag you lazily watched him play, occasionally getting soft pets between battles. It was boring to just watch, but you had enough excitement. This was a perfect way to end a sweet day.

#obey me #obey me fanfic #fanfiction #reader fanfiction #female reader #cat hybrid #hybrids #hybrid reader #shall we date #shall we date obey me #obey me reader x barbatos #reader x barbatos #mail order kitten girl #my fics #ao3 link

87 notes · View notes

thehouseoflamentation · 4 years ago

Note

Who would have the most restraint of the demons/Simeon when it comes to their heat? How do they act differently while going through it? Thank you!

I’m just gonna throw in the rest of the boys while I’m at it (except Luke of course)

How the boys deal with their heat from most controlled to most unrestrained ~NSFW~ (BREAD)

Simeon

By far the most restrained out of the boys.

He may have desires of his own but that doesn’t mean he’ll give into them so easily.

He won’t breed with any casual mate either. If his partner isn’t someone he trusts and genuinely loves then he won’t breed with them at all.

Simeon is used to dealing with his heat and typically distracts himself with cooking, writing, and other hobbies if he feels his urges start to show up.

Even with a partner he would still be hesitant to breed them due to how long breeding season usually lasts.

If his heat is really bad he’ll take suppressants to deal with his symptoms

Barbatos

As Diavolo’s personal butler he handles himself very professionally.

He’s usually busy with other tasks to be preoccupied with just dealing with his heat.

He won’t let something like being in season distract him from his duties.

On his own he has a lot of restraint but at times will rely on suppressants as well.

On the occasion that he does have time to deal with his heat he’ll usually handle it himself or find a partner.

He’s had his fair share of one night stands and seasonal hook ups when he was in heat in the past.

He isn’t overly picking when it comes to choosing a mate either. His main requirement though is finding someone who can actually handle all the pain and pleasure he can give.

Diavolo

While Diavolo is definitely the type to give into his own whims he also has a reputation to protect.

He’s a prince after all so he can’t always give in to the temptations of his own heat.

He also has a number of responsibilities as the head of RAD and the future king of the devildom so he can typically distract himself with work if he feels the effects of his heat acting up.

Diavolo has a good amount of restraint and can usually control himself but often uses suppressants as needed or may take some time for himself.

He will usually deal with his heat when he is alone and won’t typically accept a partner due to the possibility of a scandal or accidental pregnancy.

If he does choose a mate its likely someone who he knows he will be able to commit to in the long run.

Lucifer

Even though he’s usually on top of things (pun completely intended) Lucifer has buried himself in work and forgotten about his heat until his symptoms started to flare up at least once or twice before.

As much as Lucifer would like to give in to his own desires he has enough restraint to stop himself to either finish whatever work he has or distract himself with something else if he needs to.

He is usually the type to try and deal with things himself and his heat is no exception.

He tries to avoid using suppressants because he believes he has enough self control and doesn’t need them.

“No, no I’m fine!” *is not fine*

It can take a lot of work to gain Lucifer’s trust enough for him to consider you a possible mate but once you’ve lasted through one season with him there’s a high chance he won’t choose anyone but you the next time he’s in heat.

Belphie

Being too horny to sleep 24/7 for a week isn’t exactly fun for the Avatar of Sloth

*Tries to roll over in his sleep and accidentally rolls right onto his boner*

Belphie finds his heat more annoying than enjoyable so he usually tries to control his symptoms as best he can

He has a good amount of restraint but still uses suppressants to get rid of his symptoms

He’s had a few seasonal partners but prefers a mate he’s already really bonded with

If he doesn’t have a partner to help him with his heat he’ll sometimes barricade himself in a pillow fort until his heat subsides.

Satan

Satan’s self control during breeding season is strong but not unbreakable

Satan is already used to controlling his anger and while the same goes for his heat he still has moments where his restraint wavers

He’ll typically be able to control his heat on his own but has to rely on suppressants when his symptoms start to get worse

Considering how rough he can be when he is in season he usually deals with himself on his own and rarely takes on partners unless he knows for a fact that they can take handle him

Probably reads erotica while getting himself off

He prefers having a partner that he has a well developed relationship with but at times when his heat is really bad and he doesn’t already have a partner he wouldn’t mind a seasonal fling.

Beelzebub

Beel’s heat can often be as bad as his hunger so it isn’t really something he can ignore so easily

He can restrain himself to some degree and often does so by eating comfort foods that doesn’t necessarily mean his symptoms are no longer there

To distract himself he usually eats snacks, works out, or stay longer at club activities to try and get his mind off things

Beel typically uses suppressants when he’s at RAD and during club activities

Beel prefers a long term partner as a mate and because of this he’ll usually prefer to deal with his urges by himself rather than look for a seasonal hook up when he isn’t in a relationship

Mammon

Mammon always insists that he can deal with being in heat on his own but he often locks himself in his room for indefinite periods of time when he’s in heat so….yeah….

When he’s in heat Mammon starts to show a lack of interest in money and that’s how you know something is up

He’ll make excuses and say that he’s busy but in reality he’s probably just trying to isolate himself until breeding season is over

He will use suppressants at RAD or if he needs to go out for some reason but when he can he’ll try to stay in his room

Unless he has already has a partner Mammon will typically deal with his heat on his own

He may not have the most restraint but he isn’t really fond of seasonal hook ups and wants to have more of a connection with his mate

Leviathan

Levi spends so much time in his room his brothers often overlook the times when he’s in heat since there’s basically little to no change to indicate that his heat started other than the door to his room now being locked

Levi doesn’t really need to restrain himself when he’s in heat since he prefers to stay isolated anyway

He has all the body pillows and hentai he could ever want in his room and on his PC so why go anywhere else?

Although he usually deals with his heat on his own that also doesn’t mean he has to restrain his urges.

He doesn’t usually pick a mate when he’s in heat unless its someone he’s already in a relationship with and even then he’s hesitant to let others see this side of him

He doesn’t take suppressants and doesn’t think that he needs them

You know the moment he steps out of that room the brothers are gonna febreze bomb and disinfect every inch of that place

Solomon

Look. Solomon is human. HE ISN’T GOING TO BE IN HEAT UNLESS HE MADE HIMSELF BE IN HEAT

He knows the kind of situation he put himself into and as long as he has a partner that’s equally down to fuck *coughASMOcough* he won’t really restrain himself

He has 72 pacts don’t tell me hasn’t fucked a few demons in his down time

He doesn’t use suppressants because he chose to be in heat and that would defeat the purpose of casting “horny spell” on himself

He’s mostly had seasonal partners for one two breeding seasons at a time and sometimes takes on more than one mate

Asmo

HE’S IN A RUT AND READY TO NUT

Because Asmo is the avatar of lust he typically gets hit with heat symptoms that are worse than his brothers and because of that it is more difficult to fully restrain himself

Asmo does take suppressants, usually at a higher dosage, but they are not always as effective on him and often do little to resolve his symptoms

He can’t be let loose into the devildom when he’s in heat considering he may accidentally charm people just by looking at them so instead the brothers just quarantine him in his room until his heat is over

Even though he can’t go outside and hit the club its not entirely bad for Asmo since his bros will usually bring him everything he needs (food, make up, partners, etc) until he’s able to go outside again

He has no real preference when it comes to mates and will often have multiple seasonal partners at a time

1K notes · View notes

still-a-morosexual-help · 3 years ago

Text

Ask originally sent to @well-shit-im-a-morosexual-now but tumblr’s fucking up that blog so I’m gonna answer it here on my exclusively OM! blog as well:

first off: I AM SO SORRY!!!! THIS IS SUCH A LOVELY ASK AND NJKSNDIOJWINEJ FUCK I HATE THAT I MISSED IT FOR SO LONG I REALLY HOPE YOU SEE THIS REPY OHMIGOD. Due to reasons (life being a fucking mess) I haven’t been on tumblr since Feb and I really do hate that I missed this. I love long asks where I can just ramble back at ya and I really hope you see this

- The whole lesson was amazing and I’m always up for someone to rant to me! I posted all my summaries and theories of the lessons form 45 and up on @still-a-morosexual-help and reblogged them to this account as well. They’re all pretty long but full of theories if you wanna see.

- Yes! Yes! This! there’s something so bittersweet about seeing them as angels! Like I 100% believe that they fit better in the Devildom and that they are probably happier there as well but that doesn’t dismiss their lives in the Celestial Realm. They probably still have such good memories of it and just the whole thing gives me so many feelings

- Right! He does bring it up in the carnival and in S1 when they go to steal the grimoire to piss off Lucifer enough that he’ll stop brooding in his room Mammon yells at MC for spacing out too. I think there are similar incidents in some Devilgrams & events too, plus he semi-regularly calls MC “Dummy”. MC & Mammon both looked at each other and said “what a fucking idiot I love ‘em” and I think that’s beautiful.

- What I think happened is that when MC brings anime up it doesn’t exist yet and then they go back to their own time and everyone forgets they were even there though the effects of their visit linger, so Levi forgets what happens but MC telling him to check out anime & manga falls into his subconscious. And then they fall and Levi’s self esteem drops even more and then eventually anime and manga are created and Lucifer in a bid to get Levi interested in something since he’s the only one of the brothers without a hobby/hyperfocus tells him about the newest human thing: anime/manga or even gives him the first few chapters of a manga series. Lucifer doesn’t think anything will come out of it, considering Levi didn’t latch on to any of the other things Lucifer tried to introduce him to (like music, books, cars, fashion) but Lucifer giving him this kickstarts Levi’s subconsciousness and the part of MC telling him about it and he gives it an honest chance and actually gets hooked on it.

- Ooooh I never thought of how MC would have affected the angels by their visit. It could be totally possible that after their visit Michael wanted someone to keep an eye on them and he sent Simeon once the chance became available. At the end of S2 he did mention that he’s kept some tabs on MC right? I have a very vague memory of it. About the easy going thing - from what’s being mentioned I always thought Michael had a very childish personality? Like yeah he’s strict and has a very strict idea of what angels should be like but it’s all under the sweetest and friendliest of personalities. Technically an angelic parallel to Diavolo while Raphael was an angelic parallel to current Lucifer. And I’d like to think that no matter what their personality was like as long as they did their job well and acted like a good angel Simeon would have kept his position. Also Simeon’s also being shown to be scary and strict when he gets serious/pissed off (like during the play in S2 and when he was trying to get MC & Mammon to help out at the Angel’s Halo in S3) But at the same time Lucifer later mentions that Simeon was the only relatively normal one from the Seraphim so it makes sense once his closest friend had fled the other two would have been able to outvote him

- I’m really sorry I didn’t upload my summaries and theories for the other lessons during the last few months but like I said before yesterday I uploaded all my detailed summaries and theories till Lesson 54, and the rest I’ll upload in a couple days. I really hope you see this so that we could talk about them.

I hope you have a great day/night too!

33 notes · View notes

my-simp-land · 3 years ago

Text

Setting Boundaries

Lately, I've been having trouble setting boundaries in my own life, so I felt inspired to write this where there is a happy ending and not just stifling tension in the house. I hope this helps someone in need. You can do it bb. We have to take care of ourselves :)

Lucifer x reader/mc

Fluff with angst. Happy ending

1997 words

Since moving into the House of Lamination and getting to know the brothers, it was obvious that Lucifer was the main caregiver in the house. His approach was more business than affectionate, but that’s okay; that’s where I come in. In the beginning, I would try to help Lucifer directly by helping him with his paperwork or running errands for him. I quickly realized that keeping his brothers out of trouble or solving the problem before it got to him helped him far more than organizing his filing cabinets.

The new chain of authority quickly became accepted within the House of Lamination. Mammon had me on speed dial, so my D.D.D. was constantly ringing off the hook. The other brothers were nice about it though. It gave them a chance to open up about more problems without worrying about the stress and reaction it would cause.

The House of Lamination, and in turn the RAD campus, changed overnight. The student council’s relationship had drastically improved, and anyone could see it. Other demons began to come to me with their problems. I made a drop box where anyone could write their problems or thoughts and submit them. Lucifer bequeathed me a bulletin board where I could answer some of the simpler questions, but I had a column in the school newspaper where I wrote about other, more complex problems. My peers began to say I was an angel with a demon’s perspective. The blessing, or curse, of being a human, I guess

***

Everything was working out for Lucifer. With your help, he had so much more time to complete his tasks but also give himself the basic care he needed. The house was clean. His brothers didn’t run to him with their every problem. School was becoming the campus Diavolo imagined it to be. What could go wrong? Well, a lot could go wrong actually. Very easily. He just had to keep his watchful eye and stop it before it went too far.

***

A few months into my new councilor position, I began to feel the effects of my work. The world around me was on the up and up, but I was so tired. I was so exhausted, physically and mentally. It took hours to come up with some of these responses, and I was so focused on other’s needs that I began to neglect my own. Usually I went home to my room to work on my responses in private, but today, for some reason, I decided to stay in the student council room. Other members came in and out working on their own projects, exchanging pleasantries, but eventually, all became quiet. It was just me and my melted down iced coffee.

I watched the condensation run down the side of my cup as I thought of a good way to respond to this problem. How does one properly discuss their boundaries with the ones they love? I had plenty of answers, but I couldn’t think of one that I had actually used.

“MC? You’re still here. We were looking all over for you.” Lucifer.

“Oh. Uh- sorry Lucifer. I guess I just got so caught up in writing that I lost track of time I guess.” He walked over and peered over my shoulder at the paper before me. We sat there in silence for a moment before he spoke.

“So, how would you solve that problem?”

How would I solve speaking about boundaries? That's a great question, Lucifer. I’ve only been thinking about that for the last two hours.

“I’m not sure. I always try to put myself in the demon’s shoes, but it just isn’t working this time. I have plenty of hypotheticals but nothing I can solidly say would help.”

He hums in reaction and walks around the table to take his seat. Across from me, his red eyes peer into mine. We stare at each other for moments before I look back down at my paper. I can still feel his eyes locked onto me. I can’t imagine what’s going through his head. Is he trying to solve the problem? Is he thinking about replacing me? Am I becoming another problem to him?

“What if I told you I submitted that problem?”

What. Lucifer...submitting a problem...to me? I didn’t think he’d have problems with the brothers occupied. Sure, I would have to drag Mammon into his office when the problem was bigger than I was, and sometimes I would give him some insight onto the student’s thoughts. But Lucifer didn’t have any real problems. He was the Morningstar. He can do basically anything that he wants.

“Well, um- I...I guess I would ask for more context since you’re here.”

“I only wrote that. How would you answer that?”

So...so...ugh.

“I guess I would try to go to a private place with them. Make sure it’s the right time to bring it up. I wouldn’t want them to already be in a bad mood or be taken by something else. I would try to be comfortable with them. Not come off as aggressive or manipulative. Oh idk.”

I sigh and place my head between my hands. “Usually I set boundaries in the moment. It’s just a ‘I didn’t like that and would appreciate it if you didn’t do that again,’ but this leaves so many possibilities.”

I carry on with my thoughts in my head before Lucifer interrupts. “Carry on with what you were saying before.”

“Well, I wouldn’t want to beat around the bush, but I wouldn’t want to be harsh. It’s a fine line to walk. Simple sentences. ‘I don’t appreciate this’ or ‘It makes me upset when you do this’ then I would follow it up with ‘I would be grateful if you were to refrain from that behavior’ or something similar. Just straight to the point but not pointing fingers at them. Don’t condemn them. Either they would agree or deny to change. If they agree, I would thank them for understanding and change the subject. If they deny, I would really set the boundary. I would tell them that I won’t be around someone who does that and would separate until they change or we meet a compromise or it could just be over. Sometimes it isn’t that easy. There’s more conversation where a compromise is made.”

“But what if they ask why?”

“I would explain. ‘I don’t like the way it makes me feel’ or ‘I don’t want to see you, someone else be hurt.’ Honesty is key. I wouldn’t see it as a defiance, but a way to understand you better.”

Lucifer reaches across the table and takes my hands. “It makes me upset when you exhaust yourself and neglect yourself because of your tasks. I would appreciate it if you let me take care of things again, so you can take care of yourself again.”

I shoot out of my seat, ripping my hands from his. “That is not an option, Lucifer. I’m helping and mending relationships; not only between humans and demons but demons and demons. I also can’t leave you to handle everything again. I set the boundary of me between you and the Devildom. I don’t appreciate it when you neglect your own problems for others!”

He sighs and pinches his brow. “Doll, I’ve done this for centuries now. You’ve given me a great vacation. The best one I’ve ever had, but it’s time for me to take back over now. I can’t let you run yourself into the ground and say I’m doing my job of watching over you.”

I press my hands into the table. “I will not let you handle everyone’s problems again. I refuse. I’m helping you by carrying some of the weight.” We sit in silence staring at each other before I speak again. “Is this because of your pride? I promise you that no one sees me as better than you. We’re not even in the same league. You do much greater things than I do. I’m just a post-it note therapist. I’m just a sounding board for my peers. You help run, not only a school, but an entire kingdom just because you’re friends with the crown prince. You deserve more, and you know i-”

“That’s enough!” He flew out of his seat and slammed his palms on the table. We were face to face; our breath running across the other’s face. “You will not carry on with your little crisis hotline if you’re going to neglect yourself.”

“I won’t give you an ounce of this weight back if you are going to neglect yourself.”

“I forbid it!”

“You might think you have some chokehold on me like you do your brothers, but you’re not stopping me from doing what I want. I’m solving problems; not causing them!”

“You are causing problems! Problems with me! You aren’t taking care of yourself!”

“Well you weren’t either when they were your problems!”

“I’m allowed to do that!”

“Like hell you are. I care too much to see you passed out in your office or turning to the bottle! As long as I can do something, I will!”

I could stare into his eyes to see the storm brewing within. He wants to say more, but his pride is holding him back. He wants it his way, but I won’t allow it. I can’t. What will he do? Will he run to Diavolo for some special permission to get me to stop? Will he tear down my board? Remove me from the school newspaper?

“I care about you too. More than I let on.” The energy in the room immediately shifts. No longer is it an argument; but a conversation. “Just as it hurt you to see me in pain, it hurts me. I cannot let you carry on this way”

My mind goes into autopilot. I take a step closer to him. My arms find their way around his torso. His circle me. I bring my head to his neck. We stand there for a few minutes, thinking of responses, enjoying the other’s care.

“So you know why I can’t give it all back to you?”

He gives me a squeeze. “Yes.”

I can’t help but chuckle. “Well, what a pickle we’re in.” He laughs.

As we stand there, clinging to each other, we think. We both know it can’t carry on like this. I breathe him in. My mind eases.

“You could find some of your other friends to help. Maybe give them some sample questions to solve or just someone to help you write.” I nod into his neck.

“I can still help with your brothers. Maybe we could learn from this and set some boundaries with them.” He nods. “That sounds wonderful.”

I pull myself back just enough to look up at his face. “I’ll give you my word to take care of myself. To step back when I need it, whether it’s me who decides or you, and vice versa with you.”

“I give you my word.” “And I give you mine.”

All tension is gone from the room. We smile at each other, relishing in the fact that neither of us will be hurting anymore. “May I kiss you?” “Yes.”

His lips fall down to mine. They’re soft against mine. They move with the same grace as he does, but they’re confident. He pulls me flush against his body. The kiss maybe lasted a minute or two, but I felt like it lasted a lifetime. We moved in complete agreement. Where he ended, I began. Where I ended, he began. It was like we became one heart.

I had to pull away to fill my lungs. “Well, it didn’t go like I said, but I hope I helped you with your problem.

Lucifer’s head fell back with laughter. Not a brief chuckle but real, full belly laughter. “I’d say it did. Thank you, doll.”

P.s. I fully believe Satan heard the argument and seeing MC coming out the student council room and he was fully like "how did they not die?"

#otome romance #obey me one master to rule them all #obey me mc #obey me simp #obey me shall we date #obey me #obey me aesthetic #obey me main character #obey me lucifer #lucifer #lucifer x y/n #lucifer x mc

38 notes · View notes