#if MC was rowdy as a kid

[exilethegame]

I noticed that both the Commander and Syfyn kick people affectionately. Who got it from who?

Either MC was forced to learn to kick people affectionately because Syfyn was just bruising tf out of their calves and they needed to defend themself, or both MC + Syfyn were both little affectionate kicking gremlins who fueled each other.

[campoverlook-if]

Welcome to Camp Overlook, Where We're Stronger Together!

DEMO LINK ll Updated: 4/26/24 ll Wordcount: 96k [W/O Code], 23k [Average]

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Secrets are all around you in the small town of Crescent Cove, and its local summer camp, Camp Overlook. A place where childhood memories mix with the unsettling realities of the unknown.

A place once known for freedom and friendship, is now shrouded in flickering lights crawling around the woods and campers vanishing into thin air. Far hidden in Hudson Forest is the truth of any person's most horrid nightmares.

As a counselor, you are entrusted with guiding a group of youngsters through their formative days of self-discovery as you grapple with the disturbing circumstances around you.

Whether you are a newbie or a returning former camper yourself, the secrets of the woods are still ominous and crippling. Among the cheer of camp, eerie events unfold before you.

Is Mr. Adams, the cheerful camp director, still a jolly man, or is there something now hidden beneath the surface? Is Crescent Cove, the quiet little mountain town, hiding a secret so great that it will do anything to keep it covered? Are the campers, lovable and rebellious, exhibiting behavior that goes against their nature?

Camp is supposed to fun, so why are you running for your life?

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Setting: Crescent Cove, USA (Fictional Small Town)

Genre(s): Horror, Mystery, Drama, Romance

Warning(s): This is an 18+ story for depictions of violence, death, sexual themes, and child endangerment.

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Customizable MC - Name, gender, appearance, sexuality, and personality are all choosable aspects to make your counselor.

Get To Know Your Little Campers - The kids look up to you at the end of the day and their relationships with you reflects on the story.

Discover The Mystery of Crescent Cove - Learn the truth on what exactly happened thirty years ago that changed a small town forever.

Find A Summer Lover - Choose from thirteen ROs all looking for someone to love. Maybe you’ll find more than just one...

Meet Your New Best Friends - Create lasting friendships that survive the test of time. Or lifetime rivals that are ready to hurt you at any chance.

The Camp Needs You - Save your friends and protect the camp, or watch it all disappear before your eyes.

Lucas [M] - The King of the Woods

Stuck up, arrogant, and just one half of an irritating duo. Lucas always has to have the last word and the last thing anyone needs is to hear him whine about not getting it. It doesn’t help that the staff like him, the liar. Just be sure to stay out of his way or else.

Asher [NB] - The Sleeping Angel

Completely checked out of life, or at least, that’s what Asher wants everyone to think. There’s just a little something more hiding under that quiet exterior but Asher isn’t the type of person to open up to just anyone. They’ve got demons in their closet, and they’ve come along to camp for the ride.

Jack/Jasmine [M/F] - The Wise Old Tree

If anybody can round up a group of rowdy kids and teens together its this counselor. Calm and collected, they're there when the situation loses control and everyone needs to be working together on the same page. But this personality wasn’t perfected over night and even the calmest of seas can swallow those around them below.

Ethan/Ella [M/F] - The Friend of None

What some may call everyone’s best friend, they're at this camp for one thing and one thing only. To make a summer that’ll last forever. Leader of the pack, they know how to get the populous together and have a good time. But even the party animal has to get tired at some point and it's those moments when the real them emerges.

Ruby [F] - The Little Red Hen

Soft-spoken, polite, and kind to a fault. Ruby is the person you want when you need a comforting hand. A true healer and guiding life even if she is a little shy around others. But all healers have a story, Ruby just doesn’t have the cure to make it all go away.

William/Willow [M/F] - The Undisguised Wolf

They say if you gaze into the abyss, it tends to gaze back and tells you what you’re made of. That’s how it feels when this quiet storm enters a room, the room grows cold and the fun dies out. No one knows what lurks behind those eyes, and no one knows for sure if they’re the eyes of a monster.

Oliver/Olivia [M/F] - The Two-Faced Lover

Excitable, sweet, just the happiest bubble around. Around most people at least. But really, they're just an actor who knows how to play their part. No one knows the real them and maybe that's starting to have a toll on them. But it’s not like they can suddenly do a 180 and show the world who they really are. At least that’s what they like to think.

.....and seven others to discover! (Character Bios Here)

[mochatsin]

Hihi!! I have an idea for the obey me brothers! What if mc is a child angel who has fallen and they find the fallen kid? And are wondering "what could a child possibly do to deserve this?" Just a thing of brainrot😭🙏 hope you have a wonderful day!

thank you for this ask anon! super cute idea of imagining how they'd help a child MC that had just fallen. The transition of becoming a demon would be difficult for them but i think it would be an easier journey with the brothers.

When you think about it? Yeah, it’s a little upsetting and screwed up that someone who claims to be a father for all angels, to rule over a realm that’s supposed to be about good morals and whatnot, could be so unforgiving enough to punish a little angel like you.

The brothers were summoned to the castle as it was an urgent matter and usually that’s never really a good thing. It could range to something silly like another one of Diavolo’s big fun events or it could be something serious that could pose a threat to Devildom. What they didn’t expect to find was a little child seated on Diavolo’s lap while the prince played with the wings.

Diavolo explains that he noticed that there’s an unexpected presence in Devildom so he went to investigate and to his surprise, he found you instead. All alone surrounded by shedded white feathers as your wings gradually turned black as a punishment. The prince finds it a little nostalgic, recalling the time when he first found the brothers. Of course, he doesn’t mention that as part of his monologue. 

“Get to the point, Diavolo.” Lucifer says, pinching the bridge of his nose as he can see where this was going. 

Diavolo stated that it’s best for the brothers to take care of you. As much as trouble makers they all are (and they probably shouldn’t even be near kids), they’re the ones who could sympathize with your situation the most as a fallen angel. You’re going to need a lot of guidance with the recent changes and Diavolo can only trust the brothers for this task. If they can’t handle it, then Diavolo will find someone else to enlist their help but for now, you’re in the hands of the seven Avatars. Despite the groans and protests, you went back to the House of Lamentation with them at the end of the day. 

There was a house meeting that night. 

Lucifer, being the mother-hen and older brother that he was, instructed each of his brothers what to do and avoid when taking care of you. You’re never allowed to go anywhere without a brother to accompany you, since they knew firsthand how wicked some demons were to fallen angels like you and the fact that you’re so young doesn’t help your case. Lucifer doesn’t want you to experience the hardships they went through before. When you express struggles on flying after you’ve fallen, Lucifer is patiently trying to teach you how to get used to it. He’s holding onto your hand while you flap those little wings, and later on he’d slowly glide with you around the gardens. He adores being able to help you like this, it reminds him of how he had to teach his brothers before. When you mess up on your chores, Lucifer is not as strict to you as he is to whoever’s the brother in charge that time. The most punishment you’d probably get is being grounded, but he never threatens to hang you upside down (unless you’re a rowdy child, then he’s strict) 

Mammon secretly dotes on you like how he does with his brothers when they were younger. Whenever he feels you clinging onto his leg if you get scared or nervous, a part of him absolutely melts and he’s trying not to show it. Plus, you never call him names and are much nicer than they are so he hopes you stay that way for a long time. During his big wins at the casino, he’s always coming home with a treat or a gift just to spoil you a little bit. His typical tsundere attitude needed to be held back though, because he once affectionately called you ‘stupid’ and you almost cried because you thought he hated you. Mammon panicked so badly and made a vow to himself not to do that anymore, to try to use nicer language around you specifically. Some find it funny to see their foul mouthed brother try to use age-safe words when he’s angry but you’re around, and the end result is that he just sounds a bit goofier than usual.

Levi doesn’t know how to take care of children at all, and he’s more nervous around you than you are of him. Though he starts to talk about his latest games, introducing you to some media that he would find safe for children. The last thing he needs is accidentally corrupting that little brain of yours, and if the anime showed any semblance of inappropriate fanservice, he’s immediately switching the shows to something more appropriate for you. He’s hoping you don’t ask any questions about what you almost saw, because he’ll never hear the end of it from his brothers if they find out. He’d get hung upside down in the living room with the wifi router chord for the whole night if it happens. Other than that, he lets you stay in his room and you can stare at the aquarium all you want as long as you don’t touch any of his collectibles and figurines. Levi would even sit you on his lap while he plays his games, and he’s snickering at the sound of his enemies who refuse to believe they’re being bested by someone who sounds like a child.

Satan is the one that would struggle the most with empathizing with you since he was never an angel in the first place. The only glimpses of the celestial realm he can remember was from Lucifer’s own memories. Such an annoyingly bright realm… He never felt the need for lights compared to his brothers since he was the only one born a demon. Though whenever you’re around, Satan would turn on a lamp just for you since he noticed how you always squint in his dark room. He always makes sure to either put away some books in case they’re cursed, or just carry you all the way to a safe spot by the bed if you want to hang out with him. He either reads a nice book with you, or you’d both watch some shows that either had detectives or cats in it. Satan would have a picture of you sleeping with a cat stuffed toy, he can’t help but stare at it sometimes in adoration. 

Asmo is the one that helps teach you with the proper grooming of your wings and horns. Given that you’re a young and new demon, you often feel an itchy sensation around your scalp while your horns are gradually growing. He’ll always have you seated on his lap while he applies some sort of soothing cream to relieve the itch, tending to your hair as well while he’s at it. He’s absolutely smitten at how small and cute you are, so Asmo enjoys all the times he’s teaching you proper hygiene care for demons. Asmo is even documenting how much your horns have grown so that one day, he can compile all of the photos and videos and look back on the progress eventually. He can’t wait until your horns are fully grown because there will be so many accessories he’ll want to try on you eventually. 

Beel decides what safe foods they should introduce to you first since they notice how repulsed you get over things that had “poison” or insect parts in them, not when you’ve been used to the cuisine back in the celestial realm. He’s always reassuring you that none of them are dangerous, and you could always give him the parts you don’t want to eat. Beel also offers to hoist you over his shoulders to give you a piggyback ride because he loves hearing you laugh while he runs around the house with you. In any other case, he’s very protective of you out of the rest since you’re so small and young. He keeps his gaze low whenever he walks around the house just in case he might accidentally bump into you, and given the sheer strength he already has, it’s a high possibility. Satan had to reassure him that Beel wouldn’t break your rib if you bumped into his leg. 

Belphie is normally with his twin when it comes to taking care of you since he’s not the best at babysitting when alone. Though when it’s just you two, he just makes sure you both stay indoors to keep you safe. You’re so young and innocent, it reminds him a bit too much of Lilith, Belphie would hate to see you get hurt so his best idea is that you both stay inside where it’s safer. He sometimes tells spooky stories of what bad demons would do if they get you as a warning (or as a joke), and the brothers scolded Belphie for scaring you. But that meant you couldn’t sleep alone that night, so they’re all silently hoping you choose their room to stay in. Regardless, Belphie is always there for you whenever you’re having nightmares. He has his tail wrapped around you while he holds you in his arms to help you fall asleep. Your nubby horns and wings may be a problem for him when it comes to napping together with you, so he hopes that you get to control your form better soon. 

Lucifer came back home after a meeting with Diavolo who wanted to hear updates on how you’re adjusting in Devildom and if there was a need to find someone else to take care of you in case the brothers couldn’t handle it. He planned on discussing it with his siblings to hear their opinions, but instead he finds everyone all inside your room. They’re huddled around your bed, with you sleeping so peacefully in the middle of them. Maybe there’s no need for a discussion after all.

[chryssikyu]

Alright, I hate Canon Sylus, so from here on out, I will be strictly talking about Fanon Sylus. These are my headcanons, I'm posting them incase anyone else may feel the same.

Also if somebody can tell me how to collapse this, or "read more" I will edit it

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He's still the leader of Osiris- or whatever. But the way we met is different.

He saw us fighting and fell in love, wanting a woman who could keep up with him.

The way we interact is like a more rowdy Gomez and Morticia Addams.

He says one thing.

We shoot back.

And we're just a menace of a couple.

AAAAAAAAND....

I think threatening him would be his turn on.

Imagine staring into his eyes with a crazed look. Hand around his throat pressing- not choking him. But just enough pressure to keep him there.

"I won't hesitate to slice you neck to navel, fishing around your insides, pull out your still beating heart, and eat it in front of your eyes."

Sylus, staring breathlessly at you, not because of your hand, but because of your words.

He mutters.

"O h m y g o d ... . . Marry me~"

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We either talk to eachother like Derek Morgan and Penelope Garcia, sexually tension flirting.

Or we talk about how we'd kill him. And he wants to hear more.

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Mephisto is like a child with divorced parents. One week he's with Sylus, next week he's ours.

ALSO! Crows know how to talk like Parrots!

So imagine MC secretly teaching him how to talk, but it's the same as parrots!

"Whatcha doing? *kissy noises* Waaaaaaah."

And idk bout yall, but I desperately wanna hear a Crow singing that Earth Wind and Fire song XD

We hand him back to Sylus and he calls us frantically.

"What the hell did you do to my bird?"

Meanwhile you just hear loud rhythmic cawing in the background.

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Sylus tends to treat us like a kid, then changes his tune when he senses our blood lust.

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I have a reoccurring scene in my head of MC accompanying Sylus to a meeting with a different mob family.

MC stands behind him while He sits across the other boss.

The boss has his eye on her, and suddenly states.

"Quite the beauty. To solidify this union, why don't we trade?"

Intrigued, Sylus makes a noise, inviting the man to continue. The boss points a fat, bejeweled finger at MC.

"Gimme that one~" You can see the lewd, disgusting thoughts in his eyes as he licks his lips.

MC is disgusted, Sylus however chuckles.

"Sure, why not~?"

Before MC can day anything, he adds-

"Treat him how you do me~"

She grins widely, showing her canines. Agreeing, she saunters over to the other boss, before fully round house kicking him across the room.

"He told me to treat you the same as I do him. But he would've been able to block that easy~"

Cracking her knuckles, she approaches the trembling figure.

"After all, I train with him regularly~"

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If I think of more I'll make a thread.

[sashaisready]

This Must Be The Place: Chapter 4 - Pick me up

Biker!Bucky x Femme Reader

Back at your beloved late grandmother's home to pack up her house, you have a run-in with the town's biker gang 'The Howling Commandos' and find yourself entangled with the metal armed President.

Series Masterlist

Warnings: Brief mention to reader’s (small) injury, references to past motorcycle accident and life changing injury.

Thanks so much for the response to this story so far, I'm aiming to update at least once a week - hopefully more some weeks - but life is quite busy at the moment. All your reblogs and comments are so appreciated, thank-you!

You sat awkwardly on a rickety old desk in the backroom as Bucky carefully pulled the tiny shards of glass from your arm with a tweezer. He’d already checked out your head injury, which was barely an injury at all really, a mere scratch and small bump. After a few tests he seemed satisfied you weren’t concussed, so he’d moved on to the glass wound.

He still seemed mad, so you kept quiet, trying not to concentrate on his proximity. His fingers moved agilely and delicately despite his hefty frame, but you supposed it made sense that someone who worked on cars and motorcycles most of the day would be good with their hands.

Your mouth pulled into a grimace as he pulled another shard out and then quickly cleaned the area with antiseptic, causing you to hiss.

“Almost done…” he said monotonously.

“Thanks” you replied.

Your tone was sheepish, you felt a little embarrassed that he was now patching you up after you’d clapped back at him. Your mouth sometimes got ahead of you like that. But it was hard not to feel aggrieved when he was also making you feel like a kid who’d been sent to the principal’s office.

“Hold still…” he scolded.

Yeah…just like that.

“I am still”.

“No…you’re moving. Cut it out”.

“You cut it out!”

He sighed heavily. “Whatever…”

The two of you stewed in silence for a few more minutes until he pulled the final piece out and cleaned and bandaged the wound, then meticulously packed everything back into his medical kit. You thanked him and kept your head down, running your fingers across the bandage as you wondered what to say. You didn’t normally feel shy around Bucky, but the incident with the customer and your subsequent squabbling had thrown you off. Your general feelings towards him seemed to oscillate between sheer lust and intense annoyance.

“So…I guess you’ll be quitting then” he said glumly as he turned around and put the kit back into a desk drawer.

You looked up, surprised. “Huh?”

“After this, I mean” he cleared his throat. “I guess you’ll be quitting the job”.

“Why?”

He turned towards you; confusion and annoyance evident on his face. “…Because you got assaulted by a customer and I didn’t stop it?”

You tilted your head in sudden understanding. “That’s why you’re being so pissy? You think I’m going to quit?”

He frowned; his tone clipped. “Why wouldn’t you? You don’t need this shit on top of all your house stuff”.

Well…he was sort of right. You didn’t really need the money (although it helped), and you really didn’t need to be dealing with drunk guys trying to bottle you…but…in all honesty? You’d dealt with worse over the years. A drunk guy with bad aim wasn’t pleasant, but you liked this job – you liked the MC, you liked the regulars, you liked that it gave you something to do in the evenings rather than aimlessly wander Granny’s house, you liked…Bucky.

“I’m not quitting, Bucky” you told him defiantly.

He looked genuinely surprised, his blue eyes narrowing. “What? Look…I’d understand, we fucked up – we should’ve been there to protect you and we were fuckin’ around playing pool”.

You frowned. “Look…don’t feel guilty. I should’ve called you over and not tried to manage him by myself when he started getting rowdy…I guess I just, didn’t want you to think I couldn’t handle it…” you told him quietly.

He chuckled fondly. “Sugar…I know full well you can handle it. I’ve seen the way you can handle yourself. But drunks can be unpredictable. You need to tell one of us if things get ugly, okay? That’s why we’re here”.

You nodded. “Alright”.

“Promise me you’ll call me or one of the others over if someone so much as raises their voice to you”. His tone was stern, he was clearly very serious about this.

“Scout’s honour” you replied sunnily as you held up your fingers in a mock salute, trying to ease some of the strange tension that was in the air.

He nodded, seemingly satisfied with your answer, but the stern look on his face was still there.

“And you’re really staying? Because if you wanted to quit..”

“No…Bucky, I’m staying”.

The silence hung awkwardly between you until you cleared your throat, looking over at the cabinet where he’d put away the kit.

“So uh…I didn’t think you’d have First Aid training”.

“You learn a few things after you come off your bike a couple of times” he sighed gruffly.

You nodded silently in response, but he caught your eyes briefly darting to look over at his metal arm.

“Yes…” he wiggled his metal fingers. “That was one of those times…can’t fix that with our First Aid box though” he muttered.

“Oh God, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean-”

“It’s fine,” he softened. “I don’t mind talking about it. Really. Long time ago now. Got knocked off my bike by a truck and got pretty badly mangled. They couldn’t save it…”

“Jesus, Bucky, I’m SO sorry. I had no idea…”

“It’s fine,” he said pragmatically. “Accidents happen. Life goes on. Besides, got an upgrade out of it…” he smiled grimly and flexed the robotic arm.

“And you still get on your bike every day, even after all that?” you asked with disbelief.

He nodded, a smile lighting up his face. “It’s what I love. Nothing could stop me doing what I love. Yeah, I was a bit shaky at first. But you adapt. That’s what life is about, isn’t it?”

You smiled back at him. He was like regular Bucky again. You admired the way his face lit up when he spoke about his passion, quietly impressed by his determination to get back in the saddle. You wished you could be more like him in that way, rather than cowering in your indecision when things went south. You looked back over at his metal arm.

“I mean…it’s amazing. So intricate. I’ve never seen a prosthetic like it. How do you even go about getting a robot arm?”

“Friends in high places,” he tittered. “Tony Stark threw it in as part of a deal…”

Your eyes widened. “Tony Stark…the weapons magnate?”

Bucky just winked in response.

“Why would you and Tony Sta- No…you know what? I don’t need to know…”

“Yeah…probably for the best,” he laughed.

You rolled your eyes, but you were secretly relieved that the tension between you both had eased. Back to dumb jokes and sassing each other.

He smiled back at you for a second, but it faded so quickly that it made your stomach flip. He looked over at you forcefully, his eyes dark. It was a look you hadn’t seen before.

“Bucky…what is it-”

“I’m sorry again…that you got hurt,” he said gravely. “I would never…if I’d known…” he sighed. “I just mean…the last thing I’d ever want is for you to be in harm’s way…”

You paused, struck by the sincerity in his voice. You stared back at him, nodding sluggishly as he moved closer to you, unable to tear your eyes away from him. Time seemed to slow as he leaned towards you. Your eyes widened as he tilted his head, his expression intense. He leaned in closer and closer, and you found yourself moving too, like a moth to a flame. As his lips met yours it was like a lightning bolt, your breath caught in your chest as you suppressed a gasp and let yourself melt into him. His tongue was in your mouth before you knew what was happening, and you reciprocated greedily. Suddenly his hands were on your thighs, moving up your hips, your waist. The heat of his touch searing. Your own fingers grabbed at his kutte, pulling him closer and closer but still never close enough as his mouth moved to your throat. You practically mewled as his lips met the flesh of your neck, you tilted your head back to allow him full access. Your eyes closed as you bit your lip, his mouth ghosted over your skin and-

The heavy knocking sent you crashing back down to earth with a cruel bump, a tiny gasp escaping you as he pushed you back down against the wood.

“Buck…” came the muffled voice from behind the door. “We need to go. Sorry. Does your best employee need a ride home?”

“What is it, Sam?” Bucky snarled as he stood and moved towards the door.

“Rumlow…he’s apparently making a move…”

Bucky exhaled, he turned to look at you for a second, opening his mouth to speak before shaking his head in silent apology. His eyes said more than his lips ever could. You nodded in return.

He swung the door open and Sam stood there. He didn’t seem to be embarrassed or awkward to interrupt, so he was either being polite enough not to mention it, or simply hadn’t picked up on the slight heaviness in your breathing, or the way you were somewhat splayed across the desk.

“Goddamn. Alright. Let’s go,” Bucky instructed. “Sugar…you need a ride?”

“N-no. I drove. All good” you stuttered as you regained your composure.

“Sam…have someone ride back with her. Just in case”.

“Bucky I’m fine I-”

He looked at you warningly, raising an eyebrow.

“Alright…” you sighed. “Give me the motorcycle escort”.

His hard expression softened for a split second; a hint of a smile sent your way. The beginnings of a sparkle in his baby blues.

And then he was gone.

[ppnuggiex]

hii <3 if possible, I would like headcanons about how they would be for vil , riddle and azul,being parents ^^ but their son came out as a rambunctious and very naughty hehe (as a plus, his mc also used to be like that so anyway his son reminds them of how his wife was when they met her, like mother like son xd) that would be all , tkmm have a nice day :))

　　　　　　TWST x fem reader

　　　　『　azul ,, riddle ,, vil ,, female reader    』

　　-> twst as parents w/ rambunctious child that acted like their mother

　　— fluff ,, sfw ,, crack

　　— tysm for requesting !! hope you enjoy it 🫶 there is a reference to one of kevin hart’s stand up comedies in here ,, but i explained it at the end :) so even if you dont watch stand up or his ,, youll know what i mean !

- riddle

| • he'd have a hard time dealing with a rambunctious son . he's used to following the rules ,, and he has let off that a lot since getting together with you .

| • he'll be known more as the less fun parent ,, while you take that role . he'd be the one to make him wear a raincoat to go outside in the rain whilst you'd encourage him playing in the rain and puddles without one .

| • though he'd smile fondly at him ,, seeing as he definitely gets it from you . he would sometimes share stories about your past and how you acted at nrc .

| • it doesnt stop him from parenting his child the way he wants to in a way . he does take a firmer hand with it ,, but with your help he does it in a way thats not too harsh .

| • he still loves his kid though . sometimes he’ll let him get away with things ,, especially if hes just woken up .

- vil

| • he finds it infuriating some days ,, and funny the others . on the days he finds it infuriating ,, he usually lets you deal with him as he doesnt want to say something that’ll end up hurting his kid . other days ,, he’ll just laugh under his breathe before trying to point his kid in the right direction .

| • he definitely comments on how hes just like how you were though . then he goes down the memory lane ,, remembering everything you two did together at nrc . his heart warms at the memories ,, seeing you in your kid .

| • he isnt as strict as riddle ,, as he wants his child to be able to live his life without vil controlling it for him . you also play a factor into that ,, telling vil to let your son decide for himself how he wishes to live .

| • though sometimes vil cant help himself and fix his son’s clothes if theyre messed up ,, or poking and prodding at his hair to make it look nicer .

- azul

| • lord save his soul . having a rambunctious son is quite the handful for mr . ashengrotto ,, especially with how much he does have on his hands . juggling between running a restaurant chain and spending time with his family ,, he is quite the busy man .

| • usually when he comes home hes quite exhausted ,, ready to relax for a moment’s time before having to look through paperwork .

| • and then you have a rambunctious son to deal with . he’ll be honest ,, he almost pulled a kevin hart move (if ykyk 💀💀 ill explain later) and went right back to his work .

| • on his days off he enjoys spending time with his son ,, he doesnt have a problem but sometimes he can be a little too rowdy and then you’ll have to come in and help wrangle the both of them . honestly you should make azul pay you to do alla this /j .

| • azul loves his son though . and if he happens to inherit his mer traits ,, he’ll struggle even more to try to parent him underwater .

* in one of kevin hart’s stand up comedies ,, he says how after coming home to a day of hard work and men have toddlers waiting for them at home ,, they’ll see them when they pull in the drive way and pull right back out and drive away .

[writercole]

A Guardian Angel and Her Knight

Summary: Jake finally meets his match.

Words: 3700ish

Warnings: Fights, blood, unknown collapse (not an MC), toxic masculinity, Jake to the rescue

Credits: I did it all, unbeta’d.

A/N: Happy 2023, guys. We did it. We lived another effing year. We outlived the queen. Maybe we’ll be fortunate enough to outlive the king. And the human cheeto. ANYWAY - here’s the first fic of the year. It’s a 5 + 1 for @resanoona ’s challenge. Five times she shot Jake down and one time she didn’t.

The new batch of recruits were a rowdy bunch, always looking to prove their worth. Penny started to have so many bar fights and injuries that she hired an EMT on the weekends. She knew her Dagger kids would handle the security part of it if she needed. And she always threw a drink or two on the house for their troubles. 

Tonight was the first night the EMT was on duty, sitting at the bar quietly sipping a soda between conversations with Penny. 

“I said, leave me alone,” a female voice carried over the noise.

“Don’t be like that, baby,” a male voice replied.

Penny raised her hand to the aviators hanging out in the corner and signaled for her EMT to be ready. 

“Hey, man, time to go,” a blond man said as he approached the drunken harasser, putting a hand on his shoulder to make sure he was understood. 

“I ain’t done,” the drunk replied, shoving the hand off of his shoulder and turning back to the woman who was cowering away from him. “Why do you have to be such a bitch?” he growled.

“Coyote,” the blond called, his demeanor immediately shifting to a more defensive stance.

“On it,” his friend nodded and grabbed the drunk’s wrist. “I believe the lady doesn’t want to talk right now.”

The drunk tried to lift his arm, held firmly down by the bigger man’s grip. Instead of relenting, the drunk threw his other elbow back, catching the blond off guard, smashing into his nose.

“Seresin, you good?” the one called Coyote asked as his friend pinched his nose and blinked rapidly.

“Oh, I’m good, Machado,” he sneered as he stared at the drunk. “I’m very good.” 

Without warning, Seresin spun the drunk around, throwing two jabs to his nose before landing a right hook to his jaw, the drunk falling slack against Coyote.

“Coyote, Hangman,” Penny yelled across the crowd that had gathered. The men looked up and she pointed outside and then at an empty pair of seats at the bar.

They nodded in understanding and tossed the man out the front door, sliding into the two seats with fresh beers, not noticing the medical bag next to them.

“Okay Coyote, any injuries?” they heard from the side. Both men turned their heads to see a woman in an SDFD EMT tee shirt opening a bag of gloves.

“He didn’t hit me at all but he must have been contagious because I swear I’m looking at an angel right now,” Coyote drawled, sipping from his beer as he eyed her.

“Easy, sailor,” she chuckled. 

“Oh no, sweetheart, I’m not a sailor,” he grinned, a million dollar smile that would have made her melt if she weren’t so focused on her job. “I’m a pilot. But you can just call me Javy.”

“Well, Javy, since you’re okay, can I take a look at your partner in crime?”

Javy turned to look at his friend and swore under his breath. He had a trickle of blood dripping from his lip and bruising forming around the bridge of his nose. Javy stepped behind his friend, letting the new EMT do her job.

“Alright, flyboy,” she smirked as she stepped in front of the blond, “tell me if anything hurts besides your nose.”

“It’s a little hard to breathe,” he replied, his eyes dancing across her face as she cleaned up the blood on his lip.

“Did he catch you anywhere on your chest or throat? Any history of heart problems, anxiety, panic attacks?”

“No, just my nose,” he denied, a smirk etched on his lips matching hers. “It’s only when I look at you that I can’t breathe.”

She rolled her eyes and pinched the cartilage between the bottom lashes of his eyes, eliciting a groan that made his smirk drop.

“Well, it’s not broken. Probably be sore and bruised for a couple of days. Just ice it and you’ll be fine, flyboy.”

“If you’re going to call me a name, call me Hangman.”

“Hangman,” he corrected as she turned to pack away her bag.

“Excuse me?”

“Your parents must have wanted you to go into executions. I think I’ll pass, thanks though,” she shrugged as she shifted her bag to the stool.

“Seresin, stop harassing my EMT,” Penny demanded as she set a round of beers in front of them. “On the house if you keep your mouth shut.”

“Yes ma’am,” Hangman nodded, Javy agreeing, both of them picking up their drinks.

“Stay out of trouble, boys,” the EMT called as they turned to walk away.

“Aren’t you going to tell us your name, angel?” Javy flirted, stopping a few steps from their normal position at the pool tables.

“Not tonight.”

“So you really didn’t tell them your name?” Dawson asked her partner as they pulled up to the scene of a call. 

“No!” her partner laughed, “they insisted on calling me ‘angel’ for the rest of the weekend, too.”

They were laughing as they pulled their bags out of the ambulance, heading towards the flashing red and blue lights of the police cars. 

“Well if it isn’t my healer,” a voice drawled from next to the cop car.

The two women paused and looked over, finding a blond man leaning against the unit, smirking.

“Friend of yours?” Dawson teased with a nudge.

“Something like that,” she chuckled. “Executioner, what have you gotten yourself into this time?”

“That’s Hangman, darlin,” he corrected, grimacing when he tried to flash his award-winning smile.

“I bet you say that to all the girls,” she flirted, batting her eyelashes at him. “Can I take him, officer?”

“Yeah, I’m done for now,” the officer acknowledged. “Stay available, sir.”

“Thanks. Alright, Executioner. Let’s get you cleaned up.” 

“If you won’t call me Hangman, how about Jake?” he offered as he stood.

“Nah, I like Executioner,” she smirked, walking towards the ambulance, ignoring the feeling of eyes on her, shaking her head and rolling her eyes at the knowledge that it was her partner watching closely. “Sit. Lemme look,” she sighed, gesturing to the space on the bumper.

As he sat, she maneuvered between his knees, tipping his head backwards to get a good view of the wounds on his face.

“Are you going to tell me your name tonight?” he asked while she cleaned the blood from his cheek, hissing when she passed over an open cut.

“That depends,” she replied, her gaze unwavering from her task, “why do you want to know so bad?”

“I need to know what I’m saving your number under when you give it to me.” The uninjured corner of his mouth quirked up as he awaited her response.

She rolled her eyes and swiped a fresh alcohol pad across his split lip, grinning in the pained groan she received until she felt his hands tighten on her hips.

“Easy with that,” he sassed, “I’m an injured knight.”

“Is that how you got beat up once again? Being a knight for another distressed damsel?” she asked, a light smile upon her face.

“Mugger,” he answered simply, his fingertips digging into her hips once again at the stinging burn of an alcohol pad.

“And yet here you are, no better than he, holding onto my hips for dear life,” she bit back, her eyebrows quirked at his confidence.

“I’m sorry, is this distracting you?” he teased, squeezing once more.

“Not as much as the bravery you’re showing by touching a woman without her permission in front of two police officers,” she shrugged briefly, eyeing him curiously as she awaited his next move.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to cross a line or something. It was just a reflex,” he rushed out, letting his hands drop to his sides again.

“Well, since you did stop a mugging, I can let it go this time. You’re all done,” she told him as she stepped out of his space.

“I’m done? No stitches, no hospital?”

“No stitches, no hospital,” she repeated as she cleaned up her supplies. “Stay out of trouble, Executioner.”

“Correcting you again would do nothing, right?” he deadpanned, a mischievous twinkle making his tired eyes a little brighter.

“Not tonight,” she grinned before shutting the back doors of the ambulance and climbing in the passenger seat.

Dawson eyed her curiously, a smirk playing on her lips. “He was hot, girl.”

“Mhmm” was the only reply she got.

After a grueling 48 hour shift and very little sleep, she found herself leaning on the bar, fighting to keep her eyes open. The Hard Deck was quiet for a change, just a few sailors and pilots relaxing. She was grateful for the break but she also kind of wanted some excitement, something to keep her awake for the next few hours.

Her eyes had drifted closed during the silent moment, popping open when someone cleared their throat next to her.

“I don’t think you should be sleeping on the job, darlin. What if someone passes out.”

She sighed as she sat up straight, finding the annoying blond pilot that somehow ended up in the same place that she was. “It has been a long week, Executioner,” she groaned, “I’m too tired for your shit.”

“I could wake you up. Got a fool-proof method right here,” he smirked, gesturing to his crotch.

The sound of a bell ringing saved her from answering and made Jake drop his head, fully aware that Penny had heard him.

“Seresin, I told you to leave my EMT alone,” chastised Penny. “Maybe buying a round will remind you how to speak to a lady, too.”

“Sorry, Penny,” he mumbled, his cheeks and ears bright red. “I’ll, uh, I’m just going…good night.”

It took everything she had to keep her composure.

She had finally gotten some rest before a shift at the bar and was happily chatting with Penny when a ruckus from the pool tables drew their attention. They both looked up in time to see Jake push Phoenix out of he way and swing at a man at least six inches taller than him. The man swung back and then swept Jake’s feet from under him.

“Shit!” they both yelled as they scrambled to the fight.

Jake had fallen backwards and hit his head on the edge of a table, collapsing in a heap on the wooden floor. Phoenix and Bob were crouched next to him while Payback, Javy, and Mickey strained to hold the man back.

“Bob, I need you to get some ice and a cold rag,” she instructed, “and Natasha, please go to my car and get the duffel out of the back seat. It’s unlocked.”

“I saw him fall backwards,” Javy explained as he struggled against the guy he was holding. “I think he hit the back of his head.”

“Thanks, Javy,” she called over her shoulder as she checked the back of Jake’s head. She swore when her fingers found a wet spot behind his ear, pulling it back to see blood on her fingertips. Phoenix dropped the duffel next to her as Bob arrived with the ice and rag.

Jake started to stir as she put her gloves on, breathing a sigh of relief when his eyes focused on her.

“What happened?” he muttered as he tried to sit up, stopping when she laid her hand on his chest.

“Guy grabbed my ass and wouldn’t back off,” Natasha explained, “you squared up and got swept into a table.”

“And you need to relax until I make sure you don’t have a concussion, Jake.”

“You called me Jake,” he noted with a soft smile.

“I did,” she confirmed as she checked his pupil reactivity. “Do you know what I usually call you?”

“Executioner,” he answered with a soft sigh. “Because it’s synonymous with Hangman. You said my parents must’ve hated me.”

“I did,” she chuckled.

“And you still haven’t told me your name. I guess I’m going to have to call you my guardian angel,” he smirked.

“Okay, Executioner. That’s enough. Do you think you can sit up?”

Jake slowly rose to a seated position, the crowd around him clapping as he stood, bracing himself on Bob’s shoulder. He swayed a bit and reached out to stabilize with the back of a chair.

“Seresin, you alright?” Bob asked.

“Yeah,” Jake replied, “yeah, a little dizzy.”

“You also have a cut I need to check. Penny’s office.” She grabbed her duffel and followed behind Bob and Jake.

He was silent as she bandaged the cut, almost deep enough to need a stitch. His eyes were focused on the mirror reflecting her working. He made the decision that he had been pushing too hard and that he’d back off, letting her do her job in peace and not try to get the attention of someone who was uninterested.

“Okay, just take it easy until tomorrow and you should be fine,” she chirped, taking her gloves off and collecting her supplies.

“Uh, thanks,” he mumbled. “Listen, I know I can come on a bit strong sometimes and I’m sorry if I made you uncomfortable.”

“While I agree with you coming on a little strong, I was far from uncomfortable. Hell, you weren’t the worst guy I’ve had this year, much less ever.”

“Still, my momma would be appalled. She raised me better than that,” Jake admitted, ducking his head.

“Your momma?” she repeated, turning around with a smirk. “Are you a good ol’ country boy, Jake?”

He chuckled at her teasing, raising his gaze to her, “yes ma’am. Texas born and bred.”

“A true southern gentleman,” she smiled softly. “I’ll tell you what, Jake. I’ll forget all about the past if you promise to stop getting into trouble.”

He returned her smile, dimples popping and eyes crinkling. “Deal. But I’m still calling you my guardian angel.”

“Or you can call me by name.”

Jake was so surprised that he didn’t hear the first time she told him, and the second time, he swore her name was perfect. A perfect name for an angel.

“Possible heart attack,” Dawson relayed as she and her partner navigated the restaurant, heading towards the crowd gathered around.

“At least you aren’t my guardian angel tonight,” Jake smirked from the floor when the EMTs reached the center of the chaos.

“Jake, what happened?” she asked, kneeling next to the man who had become a friend.

“He collapsed on the floor when he was on his way back from the restroom. I started compressions and my date called 911,” he explained as he backed away, letting the paramedics take their spots.

“No medical bracelet, erratic pulse. Dawson, get the defib ready. Something feels wrong,” she detailed to her partner.

They got the man loaded up quickly. When she turned around after slamming the door shut, she was met with Jake standing with his hands in his pockets and a redhead looking on with arms folded across her chest and a scowl on her face.

“Is, uh, is he gonna be okay?” Jake questioned as his gaze wandered to the ambulance doors.

“I don’t know. Something feels weird about this case,” she answered, glancing over Jake’s shoulder. “You should go. Jessica Rabbit looks pissed.”

She turned and climbed into the passenger seat, signaling for Dawson to go, leaving Jake standing in the parking lot with a suspicious and angry date.

Jake was acutely aware of the presence of the woman he called his guardian angel. She must have been off duty because she was sitting with another woman, one he recognized as her ambulance partner, and having a beer. The two of them were talking and laughing, occasionally including Penny in their conversations.

He tried to keep his distance, to forget about her being there and enjoy the night with his friends but his eyes wandered over to her every few minutes. He was aware of the fact that she had worked her way under his skin effortlessly, embedding herself in his thoughts. He also knew that while they were friendly, she really hadn’t shown much interest in him.

Jake glanced up from his game of pool to see Dawson sitting by herself, deep in conversation with Penny. He scanned the bar, not finding the woman he was searching for among the crowd. Before he could jump to any conclusions, he heard his name being called.

“Jake!” Nat yelled from across the pool table, pointing behind him.

He spun around to find his friend maneuvering through the bar, a frazzled look on her face and a man on her heels.

“Phoenix, get Penny,” he demanded as he set down his pool stick and marched towards them.

“I said I’m not interested,” he heard her say.

“Oh come on, sweetheart. You know you want me,” her pursuer sneered.

“I said -”

“There you are, angel,” Jake interrupted, a megawatt smile gracing his lips. “Was starting to wonder where you had disappeared to.”

A look of relief flooded her features as she spied Jake walking through the tables towards her. She slipped her arms around him and pressed a soft kiss to his lips. A shock shot through her lips the moment they met his, surprising her to her core.

Jake was unfazed, his arm wrapping around her as he played along.

“My bad, man,” the pursuer said, his hands up in surrender, “I didn’t know she had a boyfriend.”

“She shouldn’t have to have a boyfriend. She said she wasn’t interested. You should have taken the hint,” Jake snarled.

The sound of a bell ringing echoed through the busy bar followed by loud cheers. Jake kept his eyes on the man, a smug smirk fixed on his lips while his arm tightened protectively around her waist, keeping her back towards the man as Omaha and Harvard escorted him out.

“You okay?” Jake asked as he pulled back, his gentle gaze searching her face for any indication that she was hurt.

“Yeah, yeah I’m -” she sighed, “I’m good.”

“Let me know if you need me again tonight,” he told her, releasing her from his grasp. 

“Actually, Jake, could we, maybe…talk? Outside?”

“Sure. Anything for my guardian angel.” He offered his arm to her and led her to the back porch.

“About that kiss,” she started, halting when Jake held up his hand.

“Trust me, darlin, there’s nothing to apologize for or feel awkward about,” he assured her.

“Even if I want to do it again?”

Jake’s jaw dropped and his hand fell back to his side. “I’m sorry, angel, you’re going to have to repeat that.”

“I know I’ve spent the last few weeks turning you down. I know it’s crazy. But you really do seem like a great, honest guy and when I kissed you,” she rambled, pausing to suck in a deep breath, “I felt something. And it could be nothing -”

She was cut off by Jake’s lips pressing against hers, his hands cupping her face. His lips moved against hers and her eyes fluttered shut, sighing contentedly when his tongue swept over her bottom lip.

He pulled back slowly, leaving his hands holding her face. Their lips were centimeters apart, shallow breaths mingling in the restricted space between his wrists. Jake’s eyes stayed shut for several seconds, savoring the moment.

“Wow,” he whispered as he opened his eyes, watching her lashes flutter.

“I -” she started, her voice barely audible as she searched the eyes of the man who, moments ago, became her personal knight in shining armor.

“So does this mean you’re giving me a chance?” His signature smirk was back on his lips as he let his hands drop.

“That depends,” she replied, looking up at him doe-eyed and fluttering her lashes, “am I giving my knight in shining armor Jake a chance or am I giving the royal pain in my ass Executioner a chance?”

“Darlin, for you, Executioner is dead and buried.”

“Then yes. I’m off tomorrow, too.”

“I will pick you up at seven.” Jake kissed her cheek and walked backwards towards the parking lot, a wide smile on his face.

“Hey Jake?” she called as he reached his truck.

“Yeah?”

“Why not tonight?”

A cocky smile flashed across his face before disappearing, being replaced with a softer, more genuine one. “You’re giving Jake a chance, not Hangman. Jake’s a gentleman, he wants to do things the right way.”

“And how is he going to find where I live? He doesn’t have my address or phone number.”

Jake chuckled as he took a step back. “You are going to go back inside and finish your night with your friend. And if you really want me to pick you up at seven, you can text me in the morning.”

“But how -”

“Trust me,” he insisted as he climbed into his truck and backed out of the lot.

She walked back inside in a daze, confusion written all over face. Siding into her spot next to Dawson, she reviewed the events that had transpired earlier in the evening. A hand waving in front of her face broke her from her trance.

“Where were you just now?” Dawson questioned playfully, a knowing smirk dancing on her lips.

“He’s not what I expected,” she muttered as she leaned on her hand.

“Hangman is a jackass, but Jake…he’s a good man,” the brunette pilot, Natasha, confirmed from beside Dawson. “You have no idea how much it pains me to say nice things about him, either. He’s a thorn in my side at work but every time I’ve been in trouble on the ground, he’s had my back.”

Jake slid between the sheets of his bed just past midnight, hoping for a few hours of sleep. As soon as his eyes closed, his phone lit up. Checking it, he found an unsaved number had sent him a few digits and a street name.

Jake counted his lucky stars and resigned himself to skipping the gym and sleeping in. He had a date to plan, after all.

[meowsgirldrawing]

I was going thru ur obey me 2nd gen works (I love it!) and I wanted to ask:

How do you think lucifer would react to accidently finding out about Lillie's secret relationship w/ Dia's heir? As someone with an overprotective dad I don't think it would go down very well lmaoo

HA!

Lucifer is more offended that she didn’t tell HIM of all people. Thoughts swing and swirl as he tries to figure out why, just why she felt he couldn’t tell her. He forbids any thoughts of comparing him to his father, forcing a contrastive turn to the idea.

He is nothing close to his father, and while he has his flaws like the rest of his brothers, he doesn’t think she, his daughter, should be scared enough to come to him about her love for Diavolo’s-

Heir. Oh.

It makes sense. Being the lover to an heir could be..challenging.

He eventually confronts her about it, but makes sure she knows she isn’t in trouble. He merely worries.

She dejects, denies, even pulls moves he himself does when her pride won’t allow her to speak. But of course, he sees it loud and clear. With some gentle probing, swallowing down his own pride to show his concerns in spite of what she might think, finally she relents. A little teary eyed, but relents as he feels a worry knaw at his side.

Instead, Lillie throws him for another loop when she lets out that the reason she was scared wasn’t personal towards him, but more the reason of her being half human. Her reasoning is that no one, absolutely not a single demon, soul in devildom would be happy to hear that the future to the throne is with a half human of all things. They already send so much looks, so much insults towards her and her siblings’ way that it’s no question it wouldn’t triple the moment she shows herself as the partner of her favorite demon.

Lucifer bristles. If he wasn’t getting flashbacks to Lilith the 1st the moment his daughter was hiding something, he certainly is now. Besides, MC gets sneers and glares wherever they go when with the boys or kids, so he doesn’t doubt her worries are for nothing.

But everyone knows that the one thing Lucifer Morningstar, once prince of Heaven and now a Lord of Devildom, prides himself the most on is keeping his family safe. And his daughter is the top of his list on that.

In short- Lucifer tells Lillie to “fuck the haters” but in his “Lucifer” way of things. Tells her he’s proud she’s considering things in a responsible light but urges her to not let her relationship ever fall from it. And finally- he AND Diavolo will deal with the people if they decide to get a little too rowdy about it.

As for the Heir. It’s no surprise Diavolo knows, in fact he laughed the moment Lucifer brought it up to him in private and shared how he would love Lilith as a daughter-in-law! Hell, he already considered her so despite his child’s insistence that they aren’t ready for that yet.

As for the protective bit- Yep. Now that he knows, he tends to watch them a little too closely, asks questions that has Lilith scolding him, and of course, glaring at the heir anytime he catches them in the halls of RAD together. He lets Lilith be an adult of course and make her own decisions, she is 21 after all, but he makes it known to the heir that if any harm came to Lilith because of them, or she cries their name in a way that’ll break his heart and have his unworldly powers rearing its head for a bite at them- he won’t care that they will be his future ruler anymore.

He’s also happy to have them as his in law too he supposes.

(I got more excited about writing this than drawing it so I’m sorry But thank you for the question! We love overprotective Lucifer in this household ✨✨)

[dum1s-writings]

Dum's Opinions on Top/Vers/Bottom and Dom/Switch/Sub: Obey Me!

MINORS DNI!!! PLEASE FOR THE LOVE OF GOD FUCK OFF!!!

Now it's my opinion that not one of these lads can Dom MC. You're allowed to believe otherwise but it's called Obey Me! One Master to Rule Them All.....

Lord Diavolo

Top: hims a big boy. It's hard for him to find a partner, even without the royal title, that isn't intimidated by his size. Of course he's bottomed before.....Demonus and Lucifer make a fun combo.

Switch: he's fine with both. He could easily dom and be good at it. But sometimes he just needs to be cared for. Maybe a certain human exchange student is willing to pamper him.

Barbatos

Vers: when this poor demon isn't busy he just.....wants. it varies depending on how his day went. The busier the day the more he wants to bottom. If he wasn't super busy he'll happily top.

Dom: he just KNOWS what he likes. He's not afraid to tell his partner what to do, doesn't matter if he's fucking or getting fucked. Maybe, MAYBE, every so often he'll sub....just don't hold your breath.

Lucifer

Vers: yea, I said that. He's basically a mother to 6 rowdy kids and his husband close friend is a bit childish himself. More often than not he's too tired to top, please this man just needs some soft and gentle lovings.

Sub: fight me on this. Overworked mother eldest brother who's typically bossing others around, even his boss at times. When he has free time he definitely wants to stop thinking. Let him get pampered and not worry for once.

Mammon

Bottom: pretty little model. He knows he looks good and it's easier to be admired when he's not thinking about the next move. But also he tends to get a little flustered and is worried about saying something stupid.

Switch: he can be a brat and a demanding one at that but also...he's bullied frequently and that gets to him. On days it's particularly bad he just needs someone to hold him close and be sweet on him.

Leviathan

Bottom: no.....absolutely no WAY this awkward ass otaku can top. Man has no game beyond the 2D realms. He's so awkward it'd be surprising if he even got past the greeting stage.

Sub: again do I even need to explain myself? He has no real life experience. Like he's definitely played the raunchiest hentai games, watched the horniest of anime and masturbates semi-regularly but still, that doesn't help him when applied to a real moment.

Satan

Top: he gives off the vibes. His sin can get to him easily, especially on really bad days. Of course he'll keep his partner in mind, not wanting to hurt them (especially a certain human) but DAMN!!!! He goes hard and fast.

Dom: again his sin plays a lot in his sexual role. But don't be fooled. Some days....he's very sweet and gentle-ish. Those tend to be more emotional for him, he might get into a headspace that needs extra attention, after all even doms need aftercare.

Asmodeus

Vers: yes he can top and he's the cutest top ever. But also he makes the prettiest faces when he's getting pounded, especially in the crazier positions. He'll just let his partner know what he's feeling and expects them to follow along.

Switch: he definitely knows what he wants, so he'll let the lucky soul know beforehand. But also when he's just a little more tired than usual he'll expect his partner to know how to help him feel good. Hopefully they remembered what he likes.

Beelzebub

Belphegor

Vers: the Lamentation guard dog, after Cerberus. Another big boy, not quite Dia big but still big. His sweet golden retriever attitude helps him. Still finding a willing top is a bit difficult please let him bottom frequently.

Sub: he's just such a good boy. Tell him that while loving on him. But also he can handle roughness. Don't worry about him he can definitely handle it just fine....especially if a snack is prepared for during and/or after.

Simeon

Bottom: you think he wants to put in the work for topping? Hahaha...no just no. Don't even TRY convincing him otherwise. In fact if anyone tries they get blue balled.

Switch: well either way he's a brat. It's either a demanding brat or a pillow princess. Maybe he just needs a good lesson on how to behave. A few good punishments should be more than enough.

Bottom: this angelic pretty boy isn't new to sexual feelings....but he mostly tends to ignore them. He can be busy at times. But he's not used to having a sexual partner. Maybe later he can try topping but he's just very comfortable being on the receiving end.

Sub: again no real experience. But this time without the knowledge of kink, turn ons and turn offs. His partner needs to be willing to work with him, teach him things and being patient.

Solomon

Vers: he's lived a long time. He's not picky with what he wants. And it's pretty 50/50 too. Either way it's pretty fun with him. He knows long forgotten positions that hit all the right spots...just ask Asmo.

Dom: again his long life works in his favor. He's not afraid of telling it like it is. Oh but he's not as much of a brat as some of the others. Still a brat. Also he's pretty damn great with aftercare. Many spells and potions have been made because of post coitus funsies.

[thegamingcatmom]

how do you think the denalis would react if the reader sneakily got a tattoo? If it was of their initials or their symbol would the reader get out of trouble?

Do you think MC has a death wish?

...

Jk. 🤓

(Bish will do as she damn well pleases, tyvm.)

(...And pray to God her wives are in a forgiving mood.)

(Better to ask for forgiveness than permission anyway, right?)

(...Right?)

(👀)

.

.

.

Tanya Denali:

*affectionate* excuse?

her darling did what?

don't get her wrong

ofc her mate is allowed to, yknow, be her own person and stuff

she'd never forbid her precious girl anything

unless it's dangerous ofc

or foolish

or reckless

(or doesn't 100% match up with what she has envisioned)

(jk jk)

(or not)

(she can be a bit...overbearing, at times)

so, yknow

all things that she associates with getting a tattoo

how foolish

how reckless

how dangerous

she just doesn't understand why her darling would want to tarnish that perfect skin of hers

and risk it getting infected

or worse

why must this world be so cruel?

why is-

...wait

*stops her ranting because that eyesore starts to look familiar*

is that-

*recognizes the eyesore as their family crest with the first letters of their names (T, K, I) wound around it most artistically*

...

that's-

...acceptable

(she´s already obsessed)

just this once

(also because her letter comes first, as it should)

don't get used to it though

(how about "Tanya" for a next tattoo? quite a nice ring to it, if you ask her)

...

excuse her-

*proceeds to drag MC away to a place where she can thoroughly inspect the eyesore*

yknow, just to make sure it looks...as it should

no infections or anything

that´s her job, after all

ensuring the safety and well-being of her coven members

especially her mate

she´s just the best leader, is she not?

and the best mate

so very...thorough

Kate Denali:

unlike Tanya, recognizes what the tattoo is meant to represent immediately

...

are you kidding her?

...

how fucking awesome is that??

she loves it

especially the way the "K" wraps around the other two letters, partly covering them

(besting her sisters in everything, it seems)

(who´s the top dog now? 😏)

she can´t get enough of it

(she just wants to lick-)

also because she kinda thinks of it as war paint

MC strutting about, showing off her clan as well as her wives like a true Warlord

her little warrior

(so hot)

also because MC´s now literally saying "I belong to Kate Denali"

(so.fucking.hot)

...fine

and to her sisters

but still

(the "K" covering the other letters is all she needs to see)

she fucking loves it

in fact

she already has an idea for the next tattoo

"If lost return to Kate the Great"

don´t that sound nice?

...

...fine

"Kate the Great" will do too

...

...fine

she´ll also make do with "Kate"

...

oh CMON!

(this world is cruel)

Irina Denali:

...

oh...honey

what is she to say to that?

has her sweet baby become a punk now??

did Kate encourage her??

(she wouldn´t put it past her rowdy sister)

they´re going to have a serious conversation about this

what´s next??

a piercing??

one of those dreadful tunnels??

green hair???

not on her watch-

*sees MC blinking at her with those big innocent eyes*

...

*sees MC pouting at her with those lush lips*

...

*sees MC looking all hopeful, most proud of her newest...addition*

...

sighs

she just can´t deny her Angel anyth-

...hold on

*squints*

...is that-

her name??

well, the first letter of it, but STILL-

that´s-

oh...darling

what an honor

her sweet girl putting herself through agony, just for her??

...well, and her sisters

BUT STILL-

she´s a (huge) sucker for symbolism

to see her name, even if it´s just a part of it, forever engraved into the skin of her darling mate?

she´s always known their love for each other is as timeless as their existence

but now it has been visualized

not that she needed any kind of "proof"

she gets to look at her darling mate every day, after all

that is all the proof she needs

but this? it´s just...different

also because others will know as well now...

(not that anyone with eyes would ever doubt it...or dare question their love)

she´s speechless

truly

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Thanks a lot for your ask! 💋

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EDIT:

The sisters would be most accepting, btw. (Not that they have a choice, lol.) In case anyone has doubts about that.

They might feel a bit smad about it first because MC got a tattoo in secret though. Like, MC should know (and she does) that she can talk to them about anything without fear of getting judged.

Ultimately though, they´ll accept her choice. ✌️

...After some sighing, crossing their arms, muttering under their breaths probs, lol.

[ahlyasimps]

consider this: ominis and the weasley!mc have twins and one of them is in gryffindor and the other in slytherin

Dad!Ominis With Kids in Different Houses

Anon, not only am I considering this, I'm sobbing just thinking about it.

✧ The Slytherin child has the classic Weasley ginger hair but the Gaunt genes really shine in the Gryffindor one. You remember when you first got news of their sorting you had joked to Ominis that "they were already breaking stereotypes".

✧ Dad!Ominis who acts so sweet around his children. Always making sure they have everything they need. Whenever the family goes on trips he literally pulls out a pile of scrolls with everything planned out. Down to which tourist destinations the family could visit, what the best restaurants are, what to do if they lost one of the children (one of these plans is not like the other). If the child from Gryffindor gets separated from the group, Ominis' plan is to buy a single shot of firewhiskey knowing the little brat will come running begging for a sip (a little kids ability to sense when their parent has alcohol of any sort so they can ask for a sip is a scary thing). The child from Slytherin is different since they won't get lost. They're still quite attached to their parents and are always clinging onto Ominis' leg like a snake wrapping around their prey. You think it's adorable and have zero problems with it as long as it doesn't interfere with Ominis' wand navigation, though it hasn't yet.

✧ The twins are a rowdy bunch. You'd think that since they're sorted into different houses they'd start a harmless rivalry but nope. They're menaces to both houses since they can share information they learned in their respective common rooms and come up with the best pranks possible. Doesn't help that their Uncle Garreth eggs them on and you know Ominis very much enjoys the chaos his kids cause so long as it's not too harmful. He used to mess with people himself back when he was still a student at Hogwarts after all.

Messy and short but these are all the thoughts I have right now for Dad!Ominis because I'm tired 😭

[sugar-omi]

Can you imagine what partner/group projects would be like with the Cove and MC in school?? (Ignoring the indifferent route) At school Cove sticks to the MC’s side like glue so imagine whenever the teacher announces that the class has to partner up or choose group members to do a project Cove just SPRINTS to stand beside you and grabs your hand to ask if you can work together (In step 1 I can just see Cove side eyeing any other group members that he has to work with) But also if the teachers like “Oh but you can’t choose who you work with it’s assigned” poor Cove will just complain to you the entire time if you end up not being able to work together, he’s all pouty like >:(

well if its in step 2, you get things done

not without lots of joking and daydreaming, but it gets done eventually

whereas in step 3, dating or crush, there's lots of flirting n hushed giggles.... like nothing gets done LMAO

either way (although especially in step 3) teachers get tired of your shit and decide to assign partners just to get everyone to socialize with others n blah blah blah

(i can barely say this bc i hate it sm!!! i was and am very shy so teachers forcing me outta my bubble had me fucked.... yes im traumatized jus thinking abt it omg i hate teachers, they think they know what theyre doing but this is a lot more damaging than they think ANYWAY MOVING ON OKOK)

cove will fret abt it the whole day, is dreading doing the assignment bc they wanna do it with you and not some stranger or some mean/rowdy classmate

omg during step 1 he's so clingy too, starts moving towards you for any group or pair assignment

at some point snaps abt how its ridiculous they're forcing him to be friends with other kids bc he doesn't like them like that n they don't like him like that and why force a shy kid to do smth they dont want.....

yeah your parents have to keep going to school to talk w the teacher abt this, its tough

by step 3 he can put up with it, but he's texting you like the whole time or getting ready to see you and if his group mates complain its "i did my part of the assignment."

can't even complain bc he did it and he did it right

when you do work together it's the most coordinated shit ever

somehow, even between lots of goofing around and a bit of flirting it gets done on time and if you have to present its done right

you're coordinated, n like a oiled machine

like i said cove takes on whatever you can't

i saw a post, cant rmbr if it was a tweet or a tiktok but he's the type that can't speak up bc they got his order wrong but will go ask the waiter for sauce for you

if its for the same class n assignment, you'll go look for the books n stuff you need together at least

and if you can work on it at home, you will put your parts of the assignment for your group together before you turn it in

omg especially in step 3 he acts like its the end of the world istg he's so dramatic

afterwards will fall over you n is like "omg we barely made it"

like bro. you had to play *insert bullshit gym activity* with another person for like 30 mins more or less CALM DOWN

just comfort him a bit n play along w his exaggeration n its okay <3

[incorrectnessduskwood]

MWAF: I have one of your children.

MC: Which one, I have seven.

MWAF: The loud, annoying, rowdy kid who never shuts up.

MC: Which one, I have seven of those.

[viperdove-if]

Name: Kai/Kara

Alias: None

Position: MC's guard and closest friend

Specialty: Babysitting (just kidding), Combat

Age: 27

Height: 6'1 for Kai, 5'6 for Kara

Personality according to MC: Fun, bubbly, and always up for a good time. In a world as grim and as vicious as this one, K's unwavering kindness is a breath of fresh air. K is the one MC can trust the most and MC is with them 24/7. Everyone has a soft spot for K. Disliking them seems impossible, at this rate.

Physical appearance: K has dark brown skin and dark brown hair with what looks like naturally golden highlights. Kai's hair is a short-cropped undercut while Kara's falls down to one side of her shoulder, one side of her head braided to her skull. K has brown eyes and full lips always upturned into a smile. A small scar crosses their left cheek, a leftover 'gift' from the rowdy kids before they joined the Household.

Attire: K can be seen wearing a traditional combat outfit consisting of loose pants, a tunic and a breastplate. They also don a belt of throwing knives and two twin scims crossed at their back. K likes to wear large tightly worn bangles on both wrists with boots that have two tiny blades at the toes.

[lucio-fem-husband]

meet Misha! Portia route MC!

Misha was kidnapped as a kid and sold to a slave merchants being just a kid, those merchants where also powerful magicians who caused magical wounds on her, when stoping on vesuvia, she managed to set fire to the ship for being able to scape, the other slaves weren't able to scape and they died in the fire, she where living on the docks/flowed district since then, sometimes she searched for food at the trash of the rowdy raven or other taverns, but she wasn't confident enough so every time some adult tryed to help her, she scaped, she get friends with asra at the docks, but Muriel all ways been scary for her, so they didn't developed a good relationship

Sad fact: those aren't bruises on her face, those are marks on the magic used to hurt her as a kid, even asra with his magic was unable to erase them, that's because that was also strong emotional damage as a kid plus the strong magic, makes asra not strong enough to heal Completely

fun fact: living a chill life in Portia cottage seems to make the magic wounds less visible, even when they aren't completely off, seem to be better, or maybe it's only because herself pays more attention to her love than to her appearance

[paragonrobits]

hmm tempted to make a recurring group of antagonists that are an incredibly pompous and entitled group of basically spoiled rich kids who go around trying to force things to fit their preconcieved notions and are for the most part of harmless but they annoy the fucking SHIT out of the rowdy and ferocious main character squad on a level that not even their hardened enemies get out of them

MC Squad is mostly composed of weird abstract concepts given life, animals that became sapient and manifested shapeshifting out of the sheer power of 'hey what if i did THIS' and similar things; they're generally weird. Their followers do include some more conventional concepts, but for the most part they're a weird bunch who attract weird people, and they don't have any particular beef with Normals but they do absolutely get annoyed with people that cringe and stick up their noses as people who are NOT Normal

so you have this group of antagonists (possibly a specific group, possibly a Spoiled Rich Kids Club of a number of different people who fit this general motif) that regularly show up and interrupt their plans and serve as a sort of ideological roadblock. MC Squad wants to delve dungeons to find forgotten lore to ensure its remembered, discover long-lost cultural relics and return them to their owners (or as close as you can get in the case of extinct cultures) or find magical relics and smack people with them for the giggles, but

rich kid club, generally derived from powerful and magically learned societies that weathered the various apocalypes better because they specifically shielded themselves and left everyone else to die, show up because they're amused or don't think the Garbage Realms (as they refer to the places where MC Squad generally operates) deserve to have anything cool. They're basically tourists showing up to steal or bully because they can or intend to conquer the multiverse because they feel they deserve it

they're not exactly supremacist like other antagonists, they're just pompous assholes whose behavior is largely modeled off 'talks the talk but refuses to actually do anything' you see in some online circles that discuss doing good in the world but are incredibly callous or even gleefully cruel, as well as particularly obnoxious discourse centering around shows that didn't swerve to fulfil their fantasies or shipping desires, and the general vibe of 'online entitled bully' but applied to a fantastical setting with giant robots and anyone learning to shoot Magic Lasers in the shape of tacos if you study for about a two and a half weeks

thus they provide a good recurring source of antagonists as well as a look into more complicated and well known magical skill sets within the setting, able to do all kinds of weird stuff like powerful enchantments, teleportating large military groups across vast distances, or summoning powerful minions without the restrictions other characters generally have.

The implication there is that they COULD learn it, but the knowledge has generally been lost across most organizations and groups, and these more spoiled realms are deliberately hoarding the knowledge partially to maintain their power base, even if they don't particularly care to do anything with it besides periodically exiling mass populations of their underclasses (some of which may be a source of allies or would be conquerors who want to take control of their former homelands and start building alliances to help other realms and make some good out of their resources) and raiding any realm that looks like it might be improving.

(This may also mean that some of the disasters that 'reset' the setting and keep it in a state of affairs similar to what Breath of the Wild/Tears of the Kingdom has going on, which is a vibe I really like, might be the result of these kingdoms setting off those disasters DELIBERATELY to ensure no one else stabilizes or gets power similar to theirs, with the MC Squad's power being an unprecedented disruption to this plan; as such, they may be one aspect of a larger antagonistic alliance that acts as a background antagonist looming over the protagonists whose escalating power will eventually pit them against this conspiracy in later years)

but also mostly they act as some annoying pompous annoyances that annoy the protagonists that even the fairly mellow demon tiger girl finally loses her temper (after mostly being characterized as having grotesque powers themed around overclocking herself to mutate into more powerful demon forms and weaponizing her hatred as radioactive punch lasers but being genuinely too mellow to actually use them in all their grotesque full potential) and just goes completely berserk and starts smashing one of them in the face while howling "SHUT UP!" and punching the offending target in the face for five minutes straight

(additional idea; I'm usually tempted to make these kinds of characters human as a play on Human As Default being an in universe opinion that fits well, but in this case I'm tempted to make them robots; specifically very high class polished robots modeled after aesthetics that look fancy but are quite fragile and break down easily, using the idea of the cutting edge as an indicator of pompousness. This also further makes them a reflection of the robots associated with the MC Squad, who tend towards junkyard and cobbled aesthetics, or being visually similar to the Autobots from the Transformers series or the Junkions from the same series. This is notable since one such character has a burning hatred for humans due to a long history of oppression and cruel treatment, and this is an opportunity to show him outside that light or even be frustrated that these robots are even more horrible than their historical oppressors have been)