#in this scenario I had to imagine my MC as someone with more will to live and hope for her future

[lynettethemadscientist]

Absolutely bawling over the ending in Parasite in Love where MC treats him with disdain the whole time

[miriamladyvoid]

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My ask: Hello I liked your Grim headcanons so I would like to request platonic solace headcanons with the freshman gang + Grim. In the hypothetical scenario where Yuu/MC will never be able to return home and therefore Yuu will look depressed and tired after hearing the news ( i miss my boys)

Homesick

ft: Ace, Deuce, Epel, Jack, Sebek

Ace Trappola

⤷Ace finds out about the situation from the other first years, who’d already tried (and somewhat succeeded) in lightening the mood.

⤷So he didn’t have the pleasure of meeting you while it was the worst- however, when Ace went to offer his condolences the air was thick enough to cut with a knife.

⤷Now Ace didn’t WANT to attempt to cheer you up when the news was just broken, he’s decently self aware and knows his comfort and help comes off as brash or rude sometimes.

⤷However, it’s not like he’s heartless (if almost the exact opposite- he cares very deeply for someone once they become friends, and it’s a loyalty not easily broken).

⤷So, despite the tension and your obvious emotionally fragile demeanor, Ace took a leap of faith and sat down next to you.

⤷He starts off just saying random things, talking for the sake of ridding the silence, however it eventually drifts to family.

⤷He apologizes, like it was somehow his fault there was no way to return back to your world, and offers you to stay over at his place during the breaks.

⤷Then he starts joking about how you’ll fit in, and how his dad will love you (all the while making teasing remarks towards his brother).

⤷And at the very end, when both your butts are numb from sitting on the cold hard hallway floor, Ace pats you on the back and congratulates you on making it so far.

Deuce Spade

⤷The first one to find you, wholly unprepared and slightly panicking at the pure exhaustion apparent in your features.

⤷Deuce (after a moments pause) jumps into action by crowding around you and looking for any sign of what possibly could have happened- there’s no extra textbooks or assignments in your bag, nobody in the vicinity that could’ve harassed you, and you seem to be all in one piece.

⤷Stops and stares at you before asking just what happened, and panics even more when your expression turns even more heartbroken at his words.

⤷Tells you to wait for a moment, and runs off to a vending machine to grab a warm drink and some tissues in case you cry.

⤷When he returns, Deuce once again presses the topic of what happened, and once you finish the story, Deuce’s heart is broken.

⤷He loves his mom and grandma so much, and can’t imagine knowing there’d be no way to ever see them again- it isn’t pity on his part, more of an extreme empathy.

⤷Tries his best to hug you while there’s still a hot drink in your hands, but as awkward as the embrace is, it’s honest and Deuce tries to convey everything he doesn’t have the words for through it.

⤷When the two of you have to go back to classes, he makes sure to tell some of the others to be more gentle than usual- but doesn’t budge on the reason or story.

⤷It’s your feelings and your tale to tell, all in due time and at your own pace the others can find out.

Epel Felmier

⤷Sees you during lunch, after the text that had been sent out. Epel was almost overly cautious and walked on eggshells about every topic before Deuce caught his eye and started shaking his head.

⤷Relaxed a bit and didn’t pry on the subject- he figured you’d approach it on your own if you wanted his condolences or advice (though Epel knows he’s a bit ill suited for legitimate life instruction).

⤷He offers some food from his lunchbox (Pomefiore is on a group diet again, but Vil at least uses incredibly high quality ingredients), and carves an apple into the shape of something you like- be it an animal or object.

⤷Once everyone joins the table (minus Ace who had basketball), and you’re a bit more distracted, Epel starts to pick up on smaller things that Deuce was doing- steering the conversation one way or the other, avoiding talking about the upcoming break where everyone would get to see their family… oh yeah wasn’t Crowley trying to find a way back- oh.

⤷Pauses in the middle of chewing, and stares at you for a few seconds before the full situation sinks in.

⤷Epel is extremely close with his family (or community in general), so similar to Deuce he’s shocked by his own revelation- and immediately starts looking up possible things he can do to make you feel better.

⤷All of Epels sentiments are incredibly corny- flowers and warm tea, or choosing films with similar scenery to your hometown in hopes to bring some feeling of comfort.

⤷Tries his hardest to support you without you needing to tell him.

Jack Howl

⤷Notices the smaller things, and pieces together what happened like Epel, however Jack believes that talking through your problems can help process them (so long as it’s not him doing the talking).

⤷Lots of questions, though not all at once. What happened? How do you feel- specifically. Does your body feel hollow, or heavy… or a bit of an odd mix between the two?

⤷Asks you how you want to move forward with things- do you want to keep looking for ways back? Or would you prefer to “accept your fate” and start making more permanent roots in Twisted Wonderland (social security, school aptitude tests, bank accounts… etc).

⤷He’s very much a rock to lean on- seemingly forever calm (if a bit miffed due to the wet spots due to tears now in his leather Savanaclaw jacket).

⤷Does small things that you have to look twice at to notice the real value of, on a particularly rough day he prepares some food that tastes similar to a favorite dish (even if the ingredients are different), or takes you to dumb tourist traps on the island so it feels more like a fun trip than a prison, makes a playlist with songs similar to those that he had you sing from your world.

⤷He offers to take you on break with him, explaining that his large family will leave no room to be bored- which therefore means really no time to be homesick or sad.

⤷On reflex gets you a nightlight because it’s one of his little sisters comfort items, and decides to get a matching one. That way you know you’re not alone in this world, even during the sad hours of nighttime.

Sebek Zigvolt

⤷Loudly, and very ungracefully asks why you’re acting so solemn when today marks the anniversary to the Great Lord Malleus’ club founding- as brash and socially dense as he may be, three people giving various negative hand gestures towards him after that statement would make anyone stop what they’re doing- and he did stop, mouth agape in pure bewilderment.

⤷Quiets down and watches as three of the other first years glance over your direction, as your face seems to get even more drained and exhausted by the sheer amount of energy surrounding you.

⤷Starts awkwardly shifting his weight from one foot to the other- he’s well aware of the effect his comment made and is slightly embarrassed that his first response to seeing a friend stressed out and tired was to… “invalidate their personal feelings in exchange for validating his own beliefs” as Master Lilia had said.

⤷Epel eventually gets sick of his demeanor and pulls him aside to explain the situation, and ask him to please help because they can’t make such a massive problem go away on their own.

⤷Sebek puffs out his chest at this new responsibility and decides the best course of action would be to explain why the Valley of Thorns is so wonderful.

⤷Slowly begins asking questions about your own home. The Valley has the highest concentration of Fae in the entire world- what are fae like where you’re from? What’s the food like? What spices, animal products, materials are different from what you’ve seen here.

⤷Accidentally makes mental notes of the descriptions you provide of the objects- and finds himself looking for the closest thing to it Twisted Wonderland has to offer.

The original publication and writing belongs to @spindle-spun-writings (Post recovered) 01/01/23

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[mochinomnoms]

Wondering if MC and Jade marrying each other and have children, will that child have MC ability to read people mind? And If so, imagine that MC didn't tell jade about her ability only for her child casually told their father about it Infront of MC, MC be like:

I am currently leaning to having Jade find out about Yuu's telepathy in PTM, but this scenario is also incredibly funny as hell.

I can't go into why Yuu got magic, as it's a very large spoiler, but I can say that no one is quite sure if their abilities are hereditary or not due to the nature in which they were gained.

Assuming these are biological children, it's a delightful surprise for Yuu when they find out that their little one can also read minds! How nice, to have someone just like you! Yuu is excitedly telling them all the ways in which they can overcome the difficult parts of being a telepath, how to try and not be too invasive, and how to be sneaky about it with others.

Yuu, however, forgets to tell their kid that their dad isn't exactly privy to their telepathy. So they're sweating just an itty bitty bit when their kid's big mouth goes off on it with their dad, saying:

“It's so weird, Papa! This one girl at school likes me, I can hear her head, but she's always so mean to me. But Ama says that it's not too bad once you get used to it, like they did with you in school! Ama said that you had a buncha thoughts about them in school all the time, like my classmate did. Oh! Do you think I'll get to marry her too, like you and Ama?”

Jade is staring at you with a pleasant smile, chin in his hand, as he hums along to his child's talking. “Why, of course!” He tells them, still staring at you with mischievous eyes and an even more mischievous smile.

“I think you like this girl too, or else you wouldn't be thinking about marrying her. Now, why don't you go off and play with your friend next door, we'll clean up.”

Your kid, none the wiser and not really trying to process whatever thoughts are going through your heads, nods and runs off to play. You two stay in the kitchen as you take the dishes to be washed, and Jade puts the leftovers away to take for lunch tomorrow. As you wash the dishes, Jade spooks you by wrapping his arms around your midsection and kissing your left temple.

After years of marriage, you'd become less aware of Jade's presence around you, it was becoming second nature. Like his mind was just another part of your own. So, when you were distracted like times like this, Jade reveled in being able to spook you, just a bit.

“So, telepathy, hmm?” Jade sighed, leaning down to whisper in your ear. “That would certainly explain a few things. Though, that does bring up a question…”

Jade pushed you against the sink, tightening his hold around you and he hummed against your neck. His thoughts were busy with ideas of taking you against the sink, of covering your mouth to keep you quiet, of littering bites along your collarbone like a pretty red necklace.

“Did you like hearing all my dirty thoughts about you? About the ways I wanted to take you? Use you? Make you my own?”

The front of your shirt was getting wet, the plate in your hands dropping into the soapy hot water as you grabbed his hands, wandering under your shirt and into your pants.

“J-Jade, not here, it's embarrassing—”

“Oh, but you like that, why else would you let me pursue you? You knew how I felt, and yet never shut me down. Why? Because you wanted me too? You can admit it my pearl, it's okay, I like it when you get flustered~ You're so cute when you are, no wonder you had me wrapped around your finger~”

Jade began moving his hips against yours, his breath becoming heavy as you moved against him despite your earlier remarks. Because yes, you really did like the way he made you hot and bothered. You liked that he desired you so reverently, even now, after years of being together. It was like you two never really left your honeymoon phase.

“Our little one will be at their playmate's for a while, why don't you read my mind and tell me about all the things I want to do to you?”

[thatdeadaquarius]

GREETINGS! How are you doing? I've been practically gobbling up your posts (there very tasty)

Ok so hear me out- I've seen a couple posts like this but imagine-

The almighty all powerful wise creator isss

✨️A literal child✨️

Thanks for hearing me out! For you ->->❤️

Baby you taking on the world aw

DAMN SORRY FOR TAKING FOREVER!! i started fics before i answered my askbox :/

Aw i fucking love child reader stuff,

Lots of isekai animes/manhwa/manga do it and i eat that shit up everytime-

I also deeply appreciate when its not done creepily, like being turned 8 again, and having crushes on others who are... yknow, actually 8 yrs old or sm fucked up shit, like even if its 16 yr olds that doesnt make it any better, bc the protag will actually be like,, actually 20?!?!💀 the straights r wild man, i feel like it happens either way too, like its usually a male MC but thats just bc theyre more common tbh, like regardless of gender of protag 🥲

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Sun: Child God Reader (you/they/them)

Orbit: Short Headcanons

Stars: Mondstadt ppl bc i don't show them i love them enough

Comets & Meteors: Content Warnings: none known & Trigger Warnings: none known.

Please comment any I missed. /gen

Klee has recruited converted you to throwing bombs with her.

You are the only leash on that child too and the only thing standing between Jean and full head of gray hair. 💀

Kaeya doesn’t know whether he’s endlessly worried or endlessly amused that the most powerful god is currently a child

if Jean isnt freaking out over ur whereabouts, Diluc is instead, and worst case scenario, Noelle/Lisa/Albedo is in charge of you

and YES someone has to look out for you, bc ur ass will just start making a hot springs spot like ur in ur teapot or smth in dragonspine (Albedo was fascinated it stayed warm despite the weather so he let you make it/enjoy it before asking u to restore natural order lol)

(Albedo has definitely asked to study you and, unfortunately for Jean, asked u to demonstrate several powers u have)

You do work as a lucky charm for Bennett tho so he does babysit u sometimes

it mostly consists of Fischl, Benny, and Razor “adventuring” by trying to do smth like who can jump on the Anemo slimes and ride them around longest

(the answer is you btw, u managed to get a small fleet of them to bus you around, the teens were simultaneously terrified running around below u to catch you and also amazed)

Noelle is so happy making toddler you all the pancakes you can eat, Sucrose had to stop her from going overboard and not just listening completely to kids when it comes to food

She is now very concerned with making you a balanced diet, tho she will still make u an ungodly tall stack of pancakes every now and then <3

They kind of all equally provide for you, obv ur their god, and ur a literal cutie patootie child, they cant just leave you

(also u might like move a mountain or change the weather or smth if they don't watch you so most are a little paranoid of that too)

Lisa gets u all kinds of cute outfits, still stuff you'd like, but definitely snuck in some sumeru looking clothing lol

Fischl lends you all kinds of books to read, Bennett shows u all the cool views in the city and outside of it (when Jean lets him get away with taking u that far), and Razor…

Razor brings you to Andrius and the wolf pack for a wolf pack party and gives u all kinds of shiny trinkets he’d collected for you

Diluc/Jean/Noelle/Eula nearly had a heart attack when they found out

Amber lets you have all the piggyback rides you want lol

she even managed with her own crafting powers (and your probably editing the game code or smth) she somehow makes a reinforced glider with a small harness on the back for you to glide with her

(Venti has definitely helped for some fun flights by boosting the winds for you two)

SPEAKING OF BARBATOS

ur absolutely spoiled rotten by him (and Dvalin, and Andrius, and the wind sprites)

if this god had money he’d spend it on wine and you lol

takes u flying all the time, any time, would drop everything to go to Mondstadt wilds and use his archon form wings to take you wherever you wanna go

tries to bring u to Angel’s Share but Diluc nearly hits him on the head with a wine bottle and brings you back home after kicking Venti out and giving you grape juice (yes you get all you want, within a healthy amount)

anyway the most important part abt you being a god and child is that you can now fulfill your childhood dreams of riding a dragon whenever you want

(one way to quickly get Mondstadt citizens to trust Dvalin again was just constantly seeing him flying overhead, occasionally seeing a small child on his back also helped lol)

(neither you nor Venti tell Jean you ride Dvalin and keep it an active secret from her.)

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srry i took so long! i hope u liked my hot mess of writing (i think its even sloppier than usual bc of all the fic writing full sentences lately)

and if not, I'm sorrryyy 😭😭

I'm focusing on getting thru a haul of asks before getting around to posting that Eldritch AU Part 2 if anyone reads this :)

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Love and water

Imagine a scenario where MC and each of the brothers shared a romantic moment in the water? What could happen? Will the story have a romantic, tender and steamy ending or will you get in trouble?

Contains: Fluff, slight NSFW (Nothing too serious)

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Lucifer

It was a nice evening in the Devildom. Quiet and peaceful. You were reading a book that Satan had recommended, while listening to music. That's when you heard a knock on the door and someone's voice call out from the outside.

-MC? May I come in? – You immediately recognize the voice. It was Lucifer. But what was he doing here at this late hour? Could it be something urgent? Did you do something that you shouldn't have done? You find yourself lost in thought rethinking your day.

-MC? –The oldest repeats himself, which helps you out of yours thoughts.

-Come in, Lucifer! –You speak loud enough for him to hear. Afterwards the door opens and the raven-haired demon walks in, closing the door behind himself.

-MC, I have to talk to you about something. –He says with a firm yet relaxed tone. 'I'm in serious trouble' you think to yourself.

-What is it, Lucifer?

-So recently Diavolo gave me access to his private beach for a night and I thought you might want to go with me? It will be just the two of us, I assure you. –Your eyes widen in surprise. Was Lucifer asking you on a date? And here you were thinking you got in trouble.

-Are you asking me on a date?! –You question in visible for him excitement. He chuckles and nods.

-What do you think?

-Yes you are! –He smiles at you and nods.

-I am. Now pack a pair of clothes and your swimsuit. Unless.. you want to skinny dip of course. I wouldn't mind that nonetheless. –Lucifer winks mischievously at you, which you respond with a soft, pinkish blush and a nod.

You finally arrived at the beach! It was calm and there was nobody around. The water was hitting the sand and waves were dancing on the surface of the sea. You had changed into your swimsuit and patiently waited for the eldest brother to come out of the changing room as well. When he finally does though you look at him with wide eyes in complete disbelief. Swimming trunks.. Lucifer is wearing only swimming trunks instead of his usual diving suit he wears in front of his brothers. His body was toned, abs covering his abdomen and his V-line leading down to the low waistband of his trunks. The sight left you breathless. You could barely keep your eyes off of him. How can he be so handsome??

-MC –He chuckles– you are staring.

-Of course I'd be staring! I mean it's not every day that I see you in swimming trunks instead of that forsaken diving suit. –Lucifer rolls his eyes and giggles softly.

-I wear that 'forsaken' diving suit as you call it to prevent my brothers from taking pictures of me and using them to blackmail me. I have to keep a reputation as the Avatar of Pride, sweetheart. And I have put some trust in you not to follow my brother's path. –Lucifer states and sits next to you on the sand, wrapping an arm around your shoulders. The warmth of his body reaches you and you smile in contentment.

-Why didn't you bring your brothers with us, Lucifer? –You ask curiously though you think you know the answer to that.

-I wanted to spend some alone time with you and plus my brothers have been misbehaving lately. They haven't earned it.

-You are too strict with them! -You poke his bicep to which he turns his head to you.

-We need to maintain a reputation as the seven rulers of the underworld as well as give a good example as officers of the student council. They have to be kept in line. And as the eldest I take that responsibility.

-Yeah right... Let's go to the water! –You escape his embrace and run to the sea. The water is cool over your body as you swim away from the land. You are quickly followed by Lucifer who also turns out to be an advanced swimmer. After all the Avatar of Pride has many skills. He catches you from behind, wrapping an arm around your waist as he pulls you flush against his chest.

-Ahhh! Lucifer! You are too fast! –You splash some water at him and he laughs.

-I have many skills. Though the one I'm most proud of is this one. –With that he leans down and plants a kiss to your shoulder, kissing his way to your neck, up to your ear. Afterwards he leaves a gentle nip to your earlobe.

-I am guessing that I made you blush. Mission accomplished. –Yes he did! That was completely unexpected! How could you NOT blush? The feeling of his lips trailing over your shoulder and neck.. it can drive you wild in seconds. You turn to face him with a smirk.

-Though I also have a similar skill that I'm proud of. –You lean in and kiss him softly on the lips, which earns you a low growl. Lucifer takes control of the kiss and soon enough both of you are making out passionately in the middle of the sea. The cool breeze surrounding you and waves splashing over your intertwined bodies. One of his hands trails down to your waist and pulls you flush against him while the other finds its way to your jaw.

-You win. –He admits in between kisses. You and Lucifer proceed to share a night full of passion and love.

Mammon

You and Mammon were walking down the street on your way home from RAD. Mammon has his hand on your lower back as he guides you along with him. It was rare that he'd actually do that but considering it was just the two of you the Avatar of Greed wouldn't miss an opportunity to put a claim on you and show the world his finest treasure. You. The second-born was telling you a story about one of the 666 mysteries of RAD. You swear he is either overly obsessed with them or horribly terrified though you can't quite tell which one. That's when he suddenly stops in his tracks.

-MC? Ya free, right? –Mammon looks at you with curiosity in his eyes.

-Yeah. Why?

-Let's go then! –The white haired demon quickens his pace and drags you along with him.

-Hey! Mammon! The heck are you doing? Where are you dragging me like that to? –You ask but Mammon stubbornly tugs at your arm.

-Come on! The Great Mammon's takin' ya somewhere nice. And when I say nice I mean real NICE. –He responds though it doesn't really explain the whole ordeal. He continues dragging you when you finally reach a lake, surrounded by fireflies. The moonlight was hitting the peaceful waters and which made them shine like diamonds. You look at the greedy demon with a questioning look in your eyes but you see only pure bliss and excitement as he looks at the lake.

-Ain't it nice here? I discovered this place a few days ago and I just remembered I wanted to take ya here. Just the two of us. We don't need those other bastards with us. –The second-born explains and rushes to the edge of the lake.

-Hey Mammon! Don't run like that or you are going to fall inside! –You warn him and thankfully he stops right on time before he slips into the lake. You walk up to him and smile.

-Though it really is nice here. –You respond to his previous statement.

-Ya bet! Leave it to the GREAT Mammon to discover places like this to take ya to! –He makes sure to harden his tone at the word 'great'. Mammon style.

-Come on! Time to get inside! –The white haired demon pushes you into the lake and you fall into the surprisingly warm waters of said lake.

-Mammon you dumbass! I'm fully clothed!!

-Who cares anyway? It's just the two of us. Live a little. –He jumps into the lake as well, splashing water at you.

-It's a race! Whoever reaches that branch over there first wins! –He points at a branch from a three that was hoovering above the water.

-Wins what? –You ask, confused.

-Eh...I didn't think about that...we will establish that later! Three.. set GO! –Mammon starts swimming away from you and you try to keep up though you are unsuccessful.

-Hey, Mammon! Slow down!

-Not happening. I wanna win this thing! –He continues swimming exceptionally quickly and reaches the branch in no time.

-Come on you slow ass! Swim a little! –He cheers on you as you reach the branch as well. You splash him with water and he screams and laughs afterwards.

-You didn't warn me! –You snap.

-Oh I did. Sure I did. –He splashes you back and you laugh.

-Now.. as for my reward... You gotta kiss me! –He demands confidently with his chin up in the sky. You shake your head and swim up to him.

-Deal. –You murmur and press a gentle kiss to his lips before pulling back. When you opened you eyes you see a disappointed Mammon, practically glaring at you.

-What was that?!? Is that what yall humans call a kiss? Let The Mammon teach ya how it's done! –The demon puts his hands to your waist and drags you to his body. You are flush against his chest. He proceeds to wrap his arms around you tightly and brings his lips to yours in a heated kiss. Your tongues are fighting for dominance as both of you let out low groans or moans. You wrap your arms around Mammon's neck and play with his dripping wet hair at the back of his neck. You spend the next few minutes making out soundly inside the lake, surrounded by the relaxing sounds of the forest at night. When you get home you find yourselves on your knees before the eldest who is angry and incredibly disappointed in both of you's disappearence without saying a word to Mr Father figure about where you're going and how much time you'd spend there. On top of that Mammon gets an extra scolding about the fact that both of you came home dripping wet. You spend the night looking over at Mammon lovingly while pretending to listen to the life-long lecture of the angry Avatar of Pride.

Leviathan

You were quietly listening to music with your headphones in your room. The song was bursting into your ears and you were quietly mumbling the lyrics when somebody bursted to the door which made you jump.

-I swear to god, whoever it is..–You begin speaking as you take off your headphones.

-MC! Let's hang out. I found this new open world game that would be perfect for the two of us! –You look over at Leviathan and shut your mouth not wanting to offend the third-born with finishing your sentence. Though yes. You had free time so hanging out with Levi would come amazing.

-Yes! I would love to! –You speak with enthusiasm and Levi leads you to his room where two VR sets are waiting at his desk. You stare at them with questioning look.

-We are playing a VR game? –You ask and look into Levi's yellow eyes filled with excitement.

-Yeah! Isn't that awesome? The game has a VR version along with the PC one and of course I bought both! So come on! Put on one of the sets while I play the game. This will be EPIC! –You chuckle at Levi's enthusiasm and walk over to his desk. You grab one of the headsets and put it on while patiently waiting for Leviathan to set up the game. A few minutes later you see a beautiful world through the VR set and you gasp. The purple haired demon laughs and puts on his headset as well.

-Get ready for the amazing world of "Open world dreamscape" –You assume that is the name of the game since he never really mentioned it to you. And then you see an anime version of Leviathan through the VR set and chuckle to yourself.

-Oh my god, Levi! Look at you! You look absolutely adorable! –You state and begin walking around the provided world from the game.

-AHHH! DON'T SAY STUFF LIKE THAAAATTTT!! –The third born screams and you laugh a little louder. You know that Levi is blushing which makes you genuinely happy. You and Levi walk around the beautiful open world of the game. There are flowers, threes, animals and a lot more things that made the world seem so realistic and so calming. After a while of walking you and Leviathan reach a small lake. It is surrounded by threes and the moonlight is hitting the waters.

-Let's walk around.. –Levi murmurs and begins walking away from you to go around the lake.

-No! Wait! Let's go for a swim! –You speak and jump into the water.

-You could've at least waited for my opinion before jumping in, you know? –The third-born laughs awkwardly and you watch his anime character jump into the waters of the lake in front of you.

-That's the spirit, Levi! –You say and begin swimming around the lake.

-Wait up! Not that fast! An otaku like me can't swim like a champion! –Leviathan shouts from behind you as he tries to keep up with you but is unsuccessful. After a while you stop and wait for Levi to reach you.

-Warn me before you go swimming so fast next time! You know I'm not good at this.. –The purple haired demon mutters as he looks away.

-Hey! Don't be so negative Levi! It's a game so I was having fun! Weren't you? –You question and look into his eyes. He looks back at you and a faint blush covers his cheeks.

-O-of course I was! I always have fun when... When we play t-together. –He smiler awkwardly. You notice his stuttering and the blush on his cheeks. A smirk makes it's way onto your face as an idea pops to mind. You swim over at him and pull him close by his hands.

-M-MC? Wh-What are you doing? –You move your lips towards his and kiss him tenderly. The demon yelps but kisses you back. He tries to keep up with the movements of your lips but hardly does. You find it adorable when Levi tries to kiss like that. He has never been much of a good kisser but it was enough to satisfy you. Though the kiss feels a little too real for a virtual reality. You decide to take off your VR set and yes. You were in fact kissing the demon in real life. His cheeks were flushed and his hands your holding you by your hips. You take off his VR set as well and when he sees how close you two are to each other he screams..

-AAHHH! I THOUGHT IT WAS ALL IN GAME!! IM SO SORRY, MC.. –He immediately begins apologising but you pull him in for another kiss which earns you a gasp. Both of you proceed to make out. Never noticing where you are walking towards, soon enough you find yourself underneath the third-born, laying into his bathtub of a bed. Things take an intimate and passionate turn as you and Levi dont get much sleep that night.

Satan

You were sitting at your desk in class and you were absolutely bored. Today's lesson was nothing but dry material. You were laying on your arms onto the desk, trying not to fall asleep when suddenly you feel something lightweight hit the back of your head. You almost shout in frustration when you find out someone had hit you with a crumpled paper. You reach for it and right before you throw it towards someone else you see someone's handwriting. You decide to uncrumple the paper and when you do you see Satan's handwriting. You turn around and glare at Satan who just winks at you in return. You shake your head and look back at the letter. It says that Satan got two free passes for hot springs tonight. And if you'd like to go with him. At the bottom of the page there were two squares underneath each it said 'yes' and 'no'. You take your fountain pen, dip it in some ink and wonder whether you should mess around with Satan and mark the 'No' square but you can't bring yourself to do that, so you mark 'yes' and crumple the paper again before throwing it aggressively at Satan who chuckles quietly. When the class ends you gather your stuff and wait for Satan outside the classroom. When he comes out and winks at you ones again you roll your eyes and send a mischievous glare his way.

-Satan! What's the big idea throwing papers at me in class when you could just tell me afterwards? –You ask, crossing your arms at your chest.

-Thats when it came to mind. Anyway... I'm glad you decided to come with me. –Satan smiles at you lovingly.

-Of course I'd come with you. –You speak and shake your head.

The same night Satan leads you to the hot springs and now you are in the changing room, looking at yourself in a bathing suit at the mirror. Satan was probably already waiting for you so you walk out. You see Satan in his own bathing suit, setting the water temperature.

-Hey! Satan! –You call out for him and look at his well-shaped body. He turns his gaze at you and doesn't hide how thoroughly he checks you out. You roll your eyes and feel your cheeks heat up to which Satan chuckles.

-You look great. Get in. The water should be good for you. –When the fourth-born says that you carefully walk into the water and take in a deep breath in contentment. The water is warm enough to help you relax but not hot enough to burn you into ash. The demon follows you into the water, also sucking in a breath. Though the difference is that he doesn't look as comfortable.

-Satan? Is something wrong? –You ask in clear concern that you hope he notices. He looks over at you and sighs.

-I can't hide it from you can I?

-Nope. –You state confidently. Satan shakes his head and nods.

-Well, MC the water is a little cold for my liking. But the water i'd like to bathe in would be hot enough to burn you into ashes. –You bite your lower lip, staring at Satan. You did hear somewhere that demons have a lot higher tolerance to temperature than humans. And that demon hit springs are deadly to human kind. Satan chuckles to your expression. -Don't worry about me though. I knew what I was getting myself into when I asked you to come with me. –He makes himself comfortable in the water and thinks for a moment before speaking.

-You know.. you could always help me and warm me up.

-And how do you recommend I do that? –You ask and look over at Satan's lustful expression.

-Come here and sit on my lap. –Satan says in a firm voice. Your cheeks heat up from the fourth-born's demand and look away.

-Come on. Don't be shy, kitten. –Satan murmurs. You raise from your seat, swimming over to him and lower yourself onto his lap. He wraps his arms around you and whispers in your year.

-Mm.. much better.. though I'm still not warm enough.. kiss me, MC...

–You suck in a breath. You swear that you can feel your cheeks burn like fire. You lean in and slowly kiss the fourth-born on the lips. The kiss was sensual and passionate. The upcoming night in the hot springs became steamy and passionate.

Asmodeus

You were playing cards with Mammon and Belphie in the living room. Satan was watching closely every move that Mammon makes so he doesn't cheat. Which led to him being the closest to losing. Beelzebub was eating snacks while helping Belphie with his moves while Lucifer was quietly reading a book next to you on the couch. (May or may have not whispered to you a few winning moves that led you to being the closest to winning...) Suddenly Asmo bursts in through the door.

-MC!! What is my sweetie pie doingggg?? –Asmo calls out in a flirty tone.

-Asmo, please refrain from flirting with MC when the whole family is present. –Lucifer scolds in a firm tone while flipping a page.

-As much as I hate agreeing with Lucifer he is right, Asmo. –Satan states and punches Mammon's shoulder who tried to snitch a card.

-Yooo! Satan! What's the big idea hittin' me like that?!? –Mammon shouts, turning his gaze at Satan.

-Don't let Mammon stop you, Satan. –Lucifer murmurs and flips another page. Meanwhile the fifth-born had come up behind you and wrapped his arms around your waist.

-This card right there and you'll win. –Asmodues whispers into your ear while pointing at the card you of course drew next. And bingo! The win was yours. You turn to Asmo with the biggest smirk on his face and hug him tightly while whispering a soft "Thank you" to his ear.

-So MC... I was wondering.. do you want to have a bath with me? I recently acquired some new bath salts and shampoo that I would love to try out with you. –The demon speaks quietly to you and you nod.

-I'd love to. –You murmur happily.

-Great! Can't wait to see you in your birthday suit, Hun! –Asmo chuckles.

-Asmodeus! –Lucifer growls in a harsh tone. Apparently he hearded him. Typical Lucifer eavesdropping on every conversation he gets ahold of.

-Eeeek! Better slip out, MC! Before Lucy here snaps. –Asml takes your hand and begins sprinting down the hallway towards his bedroom, dragging you behind him. When you and the fifth-born finally reach his bathroom you are panting. You swear, every demon in this house has learned how to run exceptionally fast so they could run away from Lucifer. Though apparently all six of them are not good enough for the eldest. And here you thought as the oldest, Lucifer would also be the slowest as a typical father- anywayyyy

Asmo had already begun stripping out of his clothes while you were trying to calculate how fast each of the seven runs and before you know it Asmodeus is flush naked Infront of you. You drag your eyes up and down his beautiful figure and move your gaze away when you set your eyes at his crotch. He only chuckles and gets in the bath. You undress yourself as well and join him in. He doesn't waste any time and pulls you flush against him with a deep inhale.

-It's been a while since I've seen you naked, MC. You should do it more often. –Asmodeus murmurs in a lustful tone while checking out your features.

-You mean three days? -It has really been three days since the last time you took a bath along with Asmo because he had gotten new hair conditioner he wanted you to try.

-It's tooo longggg.. –The fifth-born whines and begins pecking your neck with pepper kisses. You chuckle at his whining and shake your head. Asmo works his way up to your face and eventually kisses you on the lips as well. The kiss was long and lustful. The water became cold before you and Asmodeus got out that night.

Beelzebub

You and the seven brothers were having a barbeque in the forest near a river. The atmosphere was relaxing if you ignored the fact that Mammon and Asmo were having a loud argument about who would cuddle with you on the blanket or the constant creepy laughs of Satan and Belphie who were scheming the next prank at Lucifer who on the other hand was helping Beel cook the meat. (By helping I mean stopping him from eating it before the rest even get to see it)

After a while the food was all done and the only quiet moment was when everyone were chewing on the meat. It's rare to be with the seven of them and also be quiet. But the meat is more chewy so the brothers were quiet while chewing it. After a while Beelzebub moves next to you and looks over at you.

-Do you like it, MC? –He asks you while chewing on a sandwich.

-Yeah it's tasty... –You say and chuckle to the sight of Beel devouring the sandwich in one breath.

-Glad you like it, MC. Lucifer helped me quite a lot. If it wasn't for him I don't know whether there would be anything left. –The sixth-born says and reaches for another portion of devil sandwich with half-dead soul meat.

-Yep. You do need someone to remind you when not to get ahead of yourself with eating sometimes. –You murmur and finish your food.

-Can't deny it. Hey MC.. I think I'm good for now.. do you want to slip away from my brothers? –The orange haired demon asks with a hopeful gaze in his eyes.

-I'd be happy to. –You utter and grab his hand, leading him away from the loud bunch and walk along the river.

-MC.. what do you think about swimming in the river? The weather is nice today and it would be awesome for a swim. –Beel questions and takes off his jacket.

-You are right. Let's go! –You say happily. Both you and Beel undress down to only underwear and jump into the river. You swim along with the sixth-born in the river while talking with him. After not so long though you slow down and Beelzebub looks at you with concern.

-MC? Is everything okay? –Beel questions and slows down his pace.

-I'm a bit tired.. can we take a break?

-Of course, MC. –The sixth-born leans on the basin and you look at him. He is really well-looking with a great body. His muscles are showing and the abs on his abdomen are showing more than ever. The water droplets over his skin make him shine like a diamond which makes him even more handsome.

-MC? What are you looking at? –The demon asks, curiously. Looking at you with an innocent gaze.

-Bee, how do you manage to eat so much yet look so nice? –You ask shyly.

-I mean.. I do work out a lot.. –The orange haired demon mutters.

-Beel.. could I.. touch you? –You murmur the request and look away in embarrassment.

-Of course, MC. Do as you must. –You swim over to the demon and slowly caress his abs and muscles. He shivers underneath your touch. Beel looks into your eyes with this expecting gaze as if he is asking you to kiss him. You slowly lean and and press your lips against kiss in a gentle and loving kiss. He wraps his arms around your body and pulls you close. You wrap your arms around his neck and continue with the gentle kiss. You and Beel proceed to spend a little longer than anticipated inside the river that when you get back the rest of the brothers look extraordinary suspicious of you two.

Belphegor

It was a peaceful afternoon and you were sitting in the living room with Satan while reading a book. Suddenly Belphegor walks into the room with a mischievous look in his eyes.

-Hey! Satan! MC! I have this great idea to prank Lucifer! –The youngest states and Satan looks up from his book with bright eyes.

-Say no more. The stage is yours, Belphie. –The fourth-born leaves his book on the coffee table and crosses his arms at his chest. Belphegor walks over to both you and Satan and looks high into the sky.

-So my plan is that we get Lucifer to walk into the gazebo that's in downtown. The one that's abandoned. And lock him inside with one of your hella strong spells, Satan. –The youngest shares his plan confidently and looks over at Satan.

-It's not bad but how in the three worlds will we get Lucifer to go to the abandoned gazebo? –Satan questions and rubs his chin with his fingers.

-We can use MC as bait! Lucifer would do anything for them so if we say that MC is kidnapped in that gazebo he will be there in a millisecond. –You scoff at Belphegor's suggestion.

-Do I look like bait to you? Are you crazy? I'm a person, Belphie! Use Mammon. He is more suitable for a position like this. –You say and look away, trying to look upset.

-Do you think Lucifer will go running just because Mammon got kidnapped into a gazebo? No. He would laugh it off and wait until Mammon comes home himself. He'd only go if Mammon doesn't come back within a few days. I'm sorry, MC but it'd be a great prank if it works out. –After a while you finally agree to help the two Anti Lucifer demons. The same night you find yourself in the gazebo. Satan bound you to one of the walls with demon duck tape (A lot of it) while Belphegor was setting up the place like there was a fight going on before you were bound to the wall. From the looks of it, it looked really convincing. Now the only thing left was for the two demons to walk away from the gazebo and call Lucifer. They told you that there was a secret exit which both of them put a curse on. You could leave after Lucifer helped and the door would lock itself automatically after you left. Everything was planned out. Belphegor put up a worried façade and called Lucifer, explaining to him that you never got back home so Satan and him went looking for you but didn't find you. The problem was that the eldest didn't seem a tiny bit concerned. He instead said that he saw the three of them leave the house with a bunch of demon duck tape and fake blood. He mentioned that he wasn't sure what you three were up to but knew that you were safe with the anti Lucifer demons. The first-born hung up even before the youngest could explain the situation and both he and satan sighed. Satan let you free and without saying another word he left the place. Belphegor had finished as well so you walked around the area to look for him. You were losing hope when suddenly you saw Belphegor sitting by a pond with his legs inside the water. He looked almost devastated.

-Belphie... It's no use.. no need to be upset over it... Next time we will manage to get it back at Lucifer! I know it. –You say, trying to cheer up the demon and sit next to him at the pond.

-We had to think it through... Me and Satan had to think that if we went the three of us together that asshole would notice us leaving.. ugh sometimes I wonder how Lucifer even finds out about everything?!? It's pissing me off... –When Belphegor says that you shake your head and wrap an arm around him. Then suddenly an idea comes to mind.

-Hey, Belphie..? Do you want to swim in the pond to get your mind off of things? The pond is not small... –You say and look with a hopeful gaze at the youngest.

-Sure. That's a nice idea. –Belphie responds and takes off his clothes until he is left only in his underwear. He splashes you with water as you undress yourself as well. You join him in a bit. You swim over to him and wrap your arms around his waist, hoping to bring him comfort. He smiles and wraps an arm around your body as well and kisses the top of your head.

-MC, what kind of magic are you using? You always manage to calm me down in situations like these.. –He mutters and you look up at him, smiling. He chuckles to the sight and moves his hand to your cheek. Bringing your head up he slowly leans in and kisses you on the lips gently. You kiss him back with more passion than before and slowly the little gentle kiss turns into passionate love. As time passes by Belphie and you get home late into the night.

[midnight-bay-if]

I read the ask about the knife and thought, what would the reaction be if it were the opposite scenario. Not the idea that it was the ROs who were stabbed, but the idea that the MC was stabbed, but begins to treat his own wound in a calm and stoic manner. MC looking at the wound with a medkit on his side and saying "This will take a few days to heal, but it's nothing fatal".

To help the imagination: If you saw Brooklyn 99, the MC is Captain Holt treating his own wound.

(I had to YouTube the scene in question. I know. I’m terrible.)

S: “Even doctors have other doctors treat their wounds, darling,” they chide, reaching out to push your hands out of the way so they can take over. “Allow me this privilege. You have people who can help you now.”

Rain: Rain’s eyes blow wide, watching mouth agape as you press disinfectant against the cut. “You are as tough as Taj, MC, but I think it’s okay to ask for help from people who would be more than happy to. Me. I am people… Sort of.”

Taj: They slap your hand away, their ever-present scowl deepening. “Are you trying to make me feel pathetic?” They grouse. “I’m not going to watch my…” They grimace. “Anyway, it sucks watching you do this yourself. So, let me.”

N: They smile languidly as they lounge on the couch, watching your hands work from a distance. “There’s something very enticing about you right now. Almost makes me want to go out and get an injury. Would you take care of me as delicately, I wonder?”

Umbra: “MC, shouldn’t you—,” They stop, biting their lip as they watch you work. “Wouldn’t it be better if someone else helped you? Not that I want to interfere. I know you are capable, but…” Their leg begins tapping anxiously. “I… I really want to help you. If you will let me?”

[arcanarix]

Come What May (Suguru Geto/F! Non Sorcerer Reader)

AO3

Word Count: 6.7K

CW // cunnilingus, penis in vagina sex, geto being a pining mess, mc being oblivious

Dark, sinister storm clouds rolled over the sky; the distant sound of thunder rattling your bones as you approached Star Religious Group’s temple. Its reign as high and mighty as the local legend foretold.

For the past few months, you encountered a strange phenomenon. Millions of eyes staring at you wherever you went. Invisible hands roaming all over your body. Moments where you couldn’t breathe—almost like you didn’t know how to anymore.

A local suggested a visit at this temple. Suguru Geto, the organization’s leader, successfully exorcised clients in the past. Many considered his gift to be one from God.

Somehow, you weren’t so sure. It seemed more like a curse to see things others couldn’t. A curse to carry a burden like that alone. To see demons. To see the worst in humanity…

You exhaled slowly. This could either be the smartest or stupidest decision ever. That would only be determined when you met the man in question.

You decided to take a leap of faith, entering the exorcism room when someone allowed you inside. You waited, bouncing your leg as the anticipation began to kill you inside a little bit.

Finally, Geto entered the room, slipping past you as if you didn’t even exist in the same area as him, stepping onto the raised platform before taking a seat.

You froze, your heart skipping a beat. Guess all of those rumors were true: he was the handsome devil. With a charming smile and long, luscious locks of thick black hair cascading down his back. And so tall. You noticed some areas of his hair had been braided, likely by his adopted twins you heard rumors about from locals as well. He clearly took pride in his appearance, using it to gain more followers to his absurd cause.

With a face card like that? You couldn’t blame the guy.

A part of yourself imagined nasty scenarios already.

“So what brings you here today?” That charming smile of his, while inviting at first, began to feel more strained and plastic under your gaze. You ignored the uncertainty pricking at your insides like pins and needles. “Haunted, are we?”

“Y-yes,” you began, twiddling your fingers in a vain attempt to soothe your nerves. “I haven’t been able to shake it off. Whatever it is—!”

He raised a hand, signaling you to silence your babbling. You obeyed, a bead of sweat dripping down your brow, no questions asked. He studied you, his smile melding into a frown.

“Try not to move,” he instructed in a bored tone as his hand struck out.

Within milliseconds, the weight on your shoulders lifted, and you gawked at him. He looked like he grasped something in his hand.

“Wow,” you breathed, feeling a wave of relief wash over you.

The sky split with a deadening crack, followed by a loud clap of thunder.

He chuckled as you jumped in your spot.

“Feel free to stay until the storm goes away,” he stated, “The temple is off the clock now.”

You quirked an eyebrow. From what you’ve heard, he rarely allowed clients to overstay their welcome. Once his business with you was done, he didn’t have much need for your presence. Yet he allowed you to remain.

“Thank you,” you replied, allowing yourself to get comfortable on that pile of red cushions. Your hands took note of how smooth and soft the fabric was.

“Ah, forgive my lack of manners. I didn’t get your name.”

You peered at him with curious eyes.

You told him.

“A pleasure,” he responded, his eyes prying open and revealing stunning pools of violet, gazing upon you like he was king, and you were a mere peasant. But something else flickered in his stunning gaze—intrigue. Why, pray tell? You hadn’t the slightest idea until he went on: “Those were some powerful spirits attached to you. I’m surprised you survived as long as you did with those aforementioned symptoms.”

Eh? But you didn’t mention anything to him. Not a single word of your symptoms.

How would he know? (Then again, he likely saw this millions of times before. It might not be so shocking of a revelation.)

Not soon into the proper introduction, a lady with bouncy pink wavy hair interrupted you, entering the room and alerting Geto of a matter of, to him, minimal importance. He excused himself for a few moments, brushing past you with an unreadable expression on his face.

With your own curiosity getting the best of you, you zeroed in on as much on the matter as you could.

Your eyebrows scrunched together as you could make out a bit of the hushed conversation between the secretary and Geto. His voice had an edge to it as he spoke, like a blade, muttering some monologue to her about how he’d been exorcising “monkeys” for the entire day but this particular one—of course he meant you—decided to stay behind until the storm outside died down. Surprise etched across the secretary’s face from his sudden hospitality, but Geto dismissed her, and slid the door shut behind him before turning his attention back on you.

That look in his eyes came back. Not of disdain necessarily, but of curiosity. Like he sensed something unique about you and wished to covet it for himself.

Should you whack the wasp’s nest?

You cleared your throat, twisting around as he returned to his raised platform to settle back down.

“What inspired you to do what you do?” you inquired. You bit your lip as he only stared at you, perhaps annoyed.

“It’s a natural talent of mine, to purify that which is impure,” came his simple answer. “If you are referring to my otherworldly beliefs, that is a matter personal to me, and nothing someone like you could understand.”

“That’s a bold claim,” you quipped, offended. “But you do have a point, I guess. Not everyone is so open to such…ideals.”

He didn’t respond for a moment, only hummed in contempt.

“Of course I have a point,” he replied, “There is always a purpose in everything I ever do, say, or think. Other humans…such monkeys, they’re just running a circus out there.”

Well, you thought. Not like he’s wrong about that.

You shared some of his disdain for society (definitely not for the same reasons). Part of why you moved far away from home and came to Japan. You hoped to leave it behind, and maybe lead a more fulfilling role. You didn’t have much to go on other than pure ambition. You wanted to channel it somewhere.

And somehow, something compelled you to explore your potential in this realm. Something bigger than yourself.

Suguru Geto didn’t seem to mind the temporary babysitting of some ‘lowly monkey’. Was he lonely? Got fed up with his mindless legion of followers? Perhaps he missed challenging conversations? Or if not challenging, at least engaging ones?

Perhaps he just needed a friend. Though you doubted he’d see you as anything other than a speck of dirt.

You ended the silence that fell around you both for a minute too long. Never mind the storm brewing outside.

Pitter patter. Pitter patter.

CRACK!

“You seem to hold quite a bit of contempt for humanity,” you observed, tilting your head while locking your eyes with his steely violet gaze, assessing him. Reading him with an open mind, and like an open scroll, and not at all fazed by him equating humanity to monkeys, which given the theories of evolution, you couldn’t even call his belief entirely false. “I can’t say I blame you. Humanity has been responsible for all of society’s shortcomings.”

Geto raised an eyebrow at that statement, as he hummed in amusement. Your lips pursed. Perhaps he believed you, like him, became disillusioned to society.

“Do you now?” he sighed, resting his chin on his hand. “Do you dare to insinuate that we share the same belief? That humanity cannot be saved?”

And better eradicated? Wiped out? Not necessarily, you mused to yourself, but dared not utter those musings out loud. You didn’t want to risk death.

Yet here you still were… whacking the wasp’s nest for the sheer fun of it. Because you wanted to see how far this could go.

Because you desired a bit of brain stimulation.

Because maybe you sought some kind of companionship, too—in whatever form that may come. You were lonely too. That was part of why you came here.

A fresh, new start. A fulfilling purpose. Something to keep you on your toes. A reason to keep going.

“On some levels,” you conceded, remaining seated on those plush red cushions while picking at the dirt between your nails. Suguru Geto—the notorious leader of the Star Religious Cult—whose reputation preceded him. You showed indifference, which got under his skin. Maybe because you wanted to see what he would do in a position where someone beneath him further enabled his cause, but not in the way his mouth-breather followers had.

Your gaze never left his, cold, scrutinizing. “Perhaps your grand scheme could use some refinement, though. I’ve heard much of what you preach. Through your sermons. Through the locals here. The mass extinction of humanity is ultimately futile.”

“Then what do you propose?” he countered, irritation laden in his tone. You were impressed he didn’t slaughter you on the spot for questioning his grand scheme; instead, he seemed fascinated, intrigued—a little spark in those stunning pools of amethyst.

“Rather than extinction,” you began, shifting in your seat. “Which will ultimately fail due to the population of weak humans to the strong, by the way. Revolution. That is more effective. Advocate to cleanse the filth in a way where the chosen ones you claim to wish to protect can co-exist with their lesser human counterparts. After all, who is to say you even need to acknowledge them?”

His expression didn’t budge, driven by a hunger to dissect your thoughts further.

You humored him. He humored you, after all.

Why not even the playing field?

“Is it really so simple?” he scoffed at the absurdity of your suggestion. “How do you propose we do that?”

Now you were getting somewhere! All you had to do was lay a few more of your cards on the table.

But not so soon!

A smirk played at your lips. “Are you suggesting a partnership, Geto? My…suggestions don’t come for free.”

Geto rose from his spot on the raised platform. He stepped down, approaching you in a few long strides. He gazed down at you, still not with the same contempt which he possessed for the rest of humanity, but with fascination.

Every nerve in your body sparked to life, pulsing with anticipation and the heady rush from it all. Challenging a powerful, ‘magical’ being? You might have had a death wish.

No, you definitely had a death wish.

You just didn’t find yourself minding that about yourself anymore.

“What do you want?”

“Some cash is nice, since I’ll need a stream of income, but not just that,” you replied, tone wavering. “Make me strong. Make me your partner. And in return, I guarantee your success in making the world the way you want, Geto.”

Silence hung over the two of you once more. He tilted his head, resting it against his long, slender fingers, his lips pressed into a thin line. Was he genuinely considering a new recruit to his cause? Did he sense something in you that you didn’t even see?

After what felt like a lifetime, he finalized the deal.

“Suguru,” he corrected quickly. “Partner.”

Your smirk widened, impressed with his willingness to cooperate and to humor you; your eyes twinkling, and he matched yours.

Ah. He played right into your grimy, scheming hands, just as you hoped. It spared you on the spot slaughter. Or maybe you fell face first into his trap, caught by the leg, and now you would pay the price for trusting his word so openly.

Aw, what the hell? You needed a little spice in your life, and you held little regard for your past way of life some time ago. Maybe you wanted to seek salvation. Maybe you just wanted to live a little—see if you could breathe some life into your dying heart.

Suguru Geto hired you as a strategist in his family—a decision which drew contempt from everyone in this temple. Unsurprising, given Geto’s infamous reputation and the nature of his ambitions. But the disapproval didn’t faze or deter you. You saw the opportunity for what it was: lucrative, and with handsome payment. For as long as the arrangement was mutually beneficial, you had no issue working alongside the notorious leader of the Star Religious Group.

Though others bristled at your presence, Geto seemed unbothered. He remained immeasurably close at your side, neither ahead of you nor trailing behind. Always there, like a damn leech. You ignored the glares or whispers which followed the two of you, because frankly, you didn’t care.

At first, you chalked it up to formality or perhaps an attempt to display some kind of begrudging respect toward you. But that conclusion didn’t sit quite right in your gut. You knew his kind—his worldviews didn’t leave room for genuine equality, especially between someone like him, and someone like you. You doubted he would ever truly view someone like you as an equal.

Yet none of his actions got past you. Always watching, always waiting. It wasn’t always obvious of course, and anyone else might have missed it, but you definitely noticed. His gaze lingered on you, often longer than it did on others. He didn’t seem as appalled by touching you like he did his other followers who were human. He observed your every move, fascinated by how you remained untouched by the animosity aimed at you. Not only did your indifference intrigue him, but it was also likely the cold calculation behind your eyes, how you seemed to operate purely on logic and reason—a trait he found lacking in other humans. Which, truthfully, he wasn’t wrong. You, too, found most people infuriatingly devoid of reason.

Whatever. You had better things to do than to ponder on something like what else Suguru Geto could possibly want from you. You focused on the task at hand, and you weren’t about to allow idle conjecture to distract you from it. If he threw challenges your way, you would strategize your way through them alongside him.

Yet, you still caught moments where his lingering stares felt like they had no place. You couldn’t pinpoint why and dismissed it as nothing more than curiosity.

He saw value in your insights; that was all it was. Nothing more, nothing less.

During your one-on-one meetings, Geto gave you a high-level overview of his world—the world of jujutsu, cursed spirits and how they came into existence. From negative human emotions. If you had to be honest with yourself, it all sounded like total bullshit. Well, until Geto handed you a tool imbued with cursed energy for you to see spirits yourself. The moment you wore those glasses, the sight of those spirits roaming around him left you speechless. He casually explained his cursed technique to you; he had the ability to manipulate the spirits he exorcised to his advantage.

It took about a month or so into your new way of life before he began to drop a few more bombs about himself and his past. To your surprise, you felt indifferent toward the countless unforgivable crimes he’d committed for his cause. In a strange way, you even found his devotion… admirable.

Most people were afraid of going after what they wanted. You weren’t one of them. Perhaps that was why he found comfort in your presence.

More months passed. You learned more about jujutsu sorcery and curses—and more about Geto. Often, against your will, but he seemed oddly open with you. You didn’t care one way or another. As long as he found use in your insights and your ‘refreshingly’ open mind, you would remain.

Over time, you found yourself becoming more loyal to him.

He definitely seemed pleased by the development.

During one of your debriefs, Geto shifted from his usual ramblings to engage you in a philosophical debate. You humored him, of course. You weren’t in a position to dismiss the chance to learn more about his grand plan. He spoke of creating more conflict between sorcerers and non-sorcerers, of going directly to the source of the problem.

“Humanity as a collective is perplexing,” Geto began, meeting your eyes. “Humans try so hard to be as boring as everyone else yet also condemn those who want to remain the same. They also punish those who succeed and crush those who dare to be different, who dare to challenge society. Whether they show a speck of talent or something extraordinary like us sorcerers…well, like me, not you. Humans would rather cram everyone and everything into that same miserable, broken little box. Why do you believe this is the case?”

You nodded, sharing his disdain. Even if to him, in spite of your intellect, you were just another one of those monkeys.

“It’s simple yet complex. Humans cling to what’s familiar. Whatever threatens that familiarity becomes a target.”

What was that old concept? The Uncanny Valley—where people got creeped out by something that appeared human, but somehow wasn’t. In a way, Geto definitely embodied this concept—human by birth, perhaps, but gifted with abilities far beyond the average mind’s comprehension.

However, you weren’t an average human mind, either. He had come to accept someone on his level—your non-sorcerer status aside.

“Exactly,” he replied in a whisper, as a lazy smirk graced his features. “So why bother playing their little game? Utterly asinine, is it not? We sorcerers in jujutsu society were sworn to protect humanity, yet they show no gratitude for the blood, sweat, and tears we shed, or the lives we lost. In fact, often, we were shunned for it. Ostracized. My twin girls were about to be killed for actions they were not responsible for simply because they possessed a gift, not a curse. Do you understand where I’m coming from?”

“It’s completely understandable you feel that way,” you replied, keeping an even tone. Had you been in a similar position, you would probably arrive to the same conclusions Geto had—should you blame the man? Honestly, you still found him admirable in spite of the havoc he wreaked upon both jujutsu society and humanity. “However, your methods in changing the status quo are obviously questionable. Ultimately fruitless. But the longer I’m with you, the more I wonder if you are aware of this.”

“I am,” he answered without skipping a beat. You quirked an eyebrow at that; you didn’t miss how much more open he became with you, and this was one of those moments where that became more apparent. Not only in how he engaged with you in these discussions, but with how much touchier he became around you. You weren’t sure if you could call it endearing given the kind of person he was, but it was close enough. “Let me let you in on a little secret.”

He leaned in, so close that your breaths mingled. You held your breath.

“I never intended on this plan to succeed.”

Huh? That came out of left field. Your pulse accelerated, struggling to steady your gaze with his, unwilling to let him see the ripple of shock his confession rushed through you.

You averted your eyes, hand over your racing heart.

“So you know you’re going to accomplish nothing.”

So then why hire you in the first place?

“Indeed,” he responded, pulling back, his intense violet gaze never leaving yours. Not only did you find Geto a bit insane, you also found him fascinating. He drew you in like a moth to a flame. “The Night Parade of 100 Demons is merely my stage exit.”

“So,” you cleared your throat, prepared to face certain death at your next line. You were surprised you lasted as long as you had here. “All of this time, all of these acts of extremism were a cry for help?”

Geto’s chuckle came soft, almost…sullen. The vibrant purple in his eyes dulled.

“You could put it in that way,” he sighed, brushing his fingers through his hair. “But no. I don’t wish to be saved. Not in the way you think.”

For the moment, you saw past his sharp words—the exhaustion, soullessness evident in his eyes, the flicker of something buried deep inside of him. Years of torment and confusion simmering just beneath the surface. You hadn’t realized how vulnerable he allowed himself to be around you.

He didn’t see you as a threat, after all, did he?

“I see.” Something about this tugged at your heartstrings in a way you didn’t fully fathom, but…your fascination for Geto seemed to have evolved into something beyond it. You became loyal to him over the course of your ‘partnership.’ He showed you sides to him he never showed even to his most devout followers or to his ‘family.’ Not even his twin girls, who you met on several occasions.

Your face went bleak. Had he been searching for a way out of here all of this time—out with a bang, perhaps? Much like you have if you couldn’t find a real purpose to your life anymore? Had that been…all along, had that been why he went to such extremes? Did he want to see reform? Much of his past had been slowly revealed to you these past few months working under his organization as his strategist.

“Something troubling you, my dear?” His question snagged you back to reality, and when you met his eyes, shining with concern, your heart fluttered. His hand brushed against your cheek, warm, sizzling. Your eyes widened as you pulled back. The action caught you off-guard. Even the term of endearment. But to top it all off, it was the look in his eyes that knocked your soul out of your body.

Unshielded, raw.

You’d never seen him like this before. Or maybe you had and blocked it from memory, deeming it as nothing more than curiosity, intrigue.

This relationship was professional. Nothing more, nothing less.

“You’re conflicted,” you realized, voice hoarse, a lump forming in your throat. “Aren’t you?”

The silence that followed your question was deafening. Then, after what felt like an eternity, Geto hummed in response, his gaze softening as he twirled a strand of his hair around his finger. You stiffened at his touch, but didn’t pull away this time.

The bags under his eyes peeked through. His lips curled into that trademark dangerous smile of his. By now you would have thought you had been desensitized to his dramatic antics, but this proved otherwise.

“Perhaps,” he mused, his voice a lower octave, “not all of you monkeys are ignorant fools.”

You blinked, not in surprise by the insult—he openly called humans that countless times before—but by the warmth in his words. Your gaze flitted to the long, slender finger of his twirling your hair, tugging gently as if testing the waters.

You hadn’t even noticed how close he had gotten.

“Suguru?” you inquired, your voice softer than intended, eyes half-lidded as you fixated on the way his fingers fiddled with your hair. His touch gentle, light, delicate.

“Yes, my dear?” he purred, voice like velvet—smooth, dangerous.

That term of endearment again, laden with something heavier.

That finger traced a slow path down your arm, grazing your skin, making you tingle. His hand shifted when he reached your elbow, fingers wrapped around it with a gentleness that bordered on tenderness. Your heart skipped a beat; your mind grappled with trying to understand this sudden shift.

This felt too intimate in business between colleagues, if you dared to even call yourself that.

The softness in his touch was undeniable.

Lonely. He was lonely. The word slipped into your thoughts. You wondered if this was all it was about. Loneliness. Isolation. An emptiness he refused to admit to, seeking solace in someone who was—and this was mere conjecture on your part—much like his unrealized self.

“Is this appropriate?” you questioned, your voice a little strained.

The corner of his mouth curled, his eyes twinkling with amusement as he leaned in closer. So close that his minty breath ghosted over your lips, warm and dangerously inviting.

“Do you wish for it to be?” he countered, his voice barely above a whisper—an invitation if anything else. His thumb began to draw slow, idle patterns on your arm.

You swallowed on a thick wad of nothing. A loaded question, indeed.

But did you actually want this? You hadn’t considered the possibility before.

“Do I have a say on the matter, sir?”

His expression darkened, eyes narrowing into slits as he tightened his grip on your arm.

“Suguru,” he corrected you. He never did want you to call him anything else.

Now you have found out why. Now you have found out why he let you in so easily. It had been right in front of you all along. You just elected to ignore the signs in favor of a decent living.

“Suguru,” you affirmed, his name sounding more intimate for some reason. You continued to ignore his still thumb tracing idle patterns on your arm. “Do I?”

His violet eyes bore into yours, observing, assessing, waiting, like always. His lips hovered dangerously close to yours, almost brushing against each other, a fleeting kiss. More of one if you dared to close the distance.

“Maybe, maybe not,” he answered with a non-committal hum. His hand moved from your elbow to your wrist, gripping tight. “But do you know what you want?”

Your breath hitched.

His grip tightened on your wrist, pulling you closer to his orbit. It wasn’t just about what you had to say. It was about control too. His control.

You could push him away, reassert your own agency, reminding him that what you had was nothing more than a professional relationship.

But then his free hand cupped your face, his touch gentle, tender, making you hesitate.

“Suguru…” you breathed, his name feeling more intimate on your lips than before. The distance between you closed even further, and you found yourself unable to resist the magnetic pull.

“Tell me what you want, my dear.”

That wasn’t fair! That absolutely wasn’t fair. He knew it wasn’t. It didn’t stop the tidal wave of emotions washing over you. The walls you worked so hard to build around your heart and mind began to tumble down.

You should know better.

“I—!” The words caught in your throat as you caught the weight of his gaze. Before you could properly answer, the final sliver of distance between you closed as Geto leaned further in.

His lips met yours in a frantic rhythm. Desperate, yet measured—a push and pull of fervor and restraint. His tongue slid past your parted lips, coaxing a soft sigh from deep within your throat. You allowed yourself to melt into the moment, not caring to resist the magnetic pull between you.

The transition from the temple’s meeting room to his bedroom went by in a blur. You weren’t sure how or when you’d been led here, but the warmth of his arms around your waist kept you grounded in the present. His room at the temple’s top floor seemed worlds away, that faint scent of sandalwood and smoke lingering in the air. You allowed yourself to indulge in this. You never allowed yourself such luxuries before, believing you to be above them, but truthfully, they weren’t. You desired connection just as much as anyone else—you just threw yourself into work to ignore the fact that you did.

Was that yet another reason he found comfort in you?

Soon, you found yourself lying on his bed, the cool silk sheets beneath you a start contrast to the heat building up in your core. He trailed open-mouth kisses down your jawline and along the curve of your neck. Each kiss awakened something in you—eliciting a sharp breath out of your lips as his teeth grazed your skin.

Your lips met his again, slower this time, more languid as his hands freely explored your body. The pads of his fingers traced the outline of your hips, feathery light and teasing, before they settled at the waistband of your skirt. He tugged it down in a smooth motion, the fabric sliding easily down your legs.

His calloused hands felt rough yet reverent against your bare skin. They rested on your thighs, spreading them apart with effortless authority. Your breath hitched, the anticipation coiling tightly in your body. You squeezed your eyes shut as his breath ghosted over the sensitive skin of your inner thighs.

His lips followed the same path as his hands, brushing feathery light kisses up your thighs—closer and closer. Another breathy gasp escaped you when his teeth caught the delicate fabric of your panties, ripping it through the middle.

“Suguru!” you shrieked, your voice breaking, more from shock. Instinctively your hands flew to your mouth, muffling the embarrassed cry as heat rushed to your cheeks.

He glanced up at you with a smirk, dark violet eyes gleaming with amusement.

“What is it?” he purred, feigning ignorance but he knew exactly the effect that had on you, as his tongue licked a line between your slick folds.

Another broken whimper escaped your throat, the sensation so intense it had you squirming beneath him. Your hips instinctively shifting closer to his face, chasing the friction. Every inch of your body awakened—hyper-aware of each flick of his tongue, each graze of his teeth or lips.

“Mean,” you chided between gasping breaths, but it was all you could muster.

He chuckled, the sound vibrating through your core.

“I haven’t been close to mean yet, my dear.”

Without another warning, his tongue returned to lapping at your folds, twirling around your little nub full of nerves. Every flick and swirl against your swollen nub made you keen. You gripped the sheets tighter, knuckles whitening as you arched into him, back bowing. It was unbearable. Now you were completely at his mercy—helpless yet utterly complacent.

Instinctively, your hips pressed against him, chasing after that friction you craved; every nerve ending singing like a choir with need. You lost yourself in him, in the moment, chasing your release until finally, you found it. The crescendo hit you like a tidal wave, knocking the wind out of your body as your orgasm washed over you. You were left trembling and panting, catching your breath as you came down from the high.

“You look beautiful when you let go,” Suguru murmured, his voice reverent, as he lifted his head to watch you.

Something caught in your throat at that statement. He said it like it was the truth. Could you allow yourself to believe it? Could you believe anything he ever said, when you never knew what his motives were even now? Months working for him? A part of you to believe it, craved the affirmation, yet those shadows of doubt lingered. Could someone like you let yourself fall for his sweet nothings? You weren’t immune to the lies people told in moments like this, when you desired intimacy and connectedness as much as anyone else.

Fulfilling intimacy.

The sound of him rummaging around ripped you out of your thoughts, yanking you back to the present. His words were no longer tender, but matter-of-fact, as if what came next was inevitable.

“However,” he began, his voice a little more stern now. “you need a bit more preparation before you could take my size.”

Your mouth dried at the prospect. He said it so casually.

“S-Suguru?” your voice quivered, barely a whisper.

More fumbling, the distinct sound of him searching through the drawer beside the bed. Your heart pounded erratically. Then he pulled out the bottle of lube, setting it aside for a moment.

Ah. Proper lubricant. How considerate.

“Before that,” he went on, his voice a low purr, as if reading your thoughts. “How about one more before the main event?”

You barely had the time to process his words before his tongue was on you again, finding your clit. The tip of it circled around, teasing, making you gasp sharply as your hips bucked into his tongue involuntarily. You couldn’t stop yourself from grinding into his mouth, seeking that release once more.

“That’s it,” Suguru whispered between flicks of his tongue. “Get your release.”

And you did, your body trembling as another orgasm washed over your body. Everything almost too much to bear as your walls clenched around nothing, aching for more. You were panting now, legs quivering, but he was far from finished wth you.

You watched through half-lidded eyes as he squirted a liberal amount of lube onto his hand, the lewd squelching of its slick overwhelming you. His hands moved with purpose, massaging the cool liquid into your already sensitive cunt. The tip of his finger teased your entrance, allowing it to catch inside for a moment before retreating.

“Don’t be mean,” you pouted.

“I’ve been nothing of the sort,” he teased bac, his tone smug as he inserted a lubed finger into you. More lewd squelching making you flush. “Far from it.”

He moved inside you, at first slow, delicate, stretching you in the best ways possible with just that single digit. Another finger soon joined the first, the stretch almost too much, with that satisfying burn, but not quite. He was careful, gentle, but there was a hunger in his eyes. His pace gradually increased overtime, his fingers working to coax yet another orgasm from you for the sake of it.

The sensation was both too much and not enough. The heat pooling in your legs, your body responding to his every moment as though you were made for him. Before you knew it, you were coming again, your body trembling quietly as you cried out.

Suguru reluctantly withdrew his fingers, as if savoring the way your body clenched around them one last time. He wiped his hand on the sheets before standing, reaching for his belt and in one motion, disrobed.

When he revealed himself to you, your eyes widened and you gulped. He truly hadn’t exaggerated.

His cock stood erect, thick and heavy. Beads of pre already leaked out of his tip. Your breath hitched in your throat. He prepared you for this, made sure you were stretched and ready to take him, and yet, the prospect of it still made your gut twist.

“Is that thing going to fit?” The words slipped out of your mouth before you could catch them, your voice wavering. Suguru’s response was a deep, rich laugh that seemed to echo through the room, full of amusement.

“You’ll be fine,” he assured you, his tone teasing. As if to prove his point, he dipped the tip of his cock between your slick folds, rubbing it lightly against your entrance. The contact elicited a breathy whine from your lips that you couldn’t hold back.

“You aren’t going to wrap it?” you inquired, the incredulity in your tone impossible to miss. Despite the heat pooling in your lower abdomen, a surprising sliver of logic remained, true to your nature.

“Like a present?” Suguru chuckled again with a quirked eyebrow, shaking his head. “Do you know the pleasant thing about utilizing cursed energy?”

He clearly enjoyed your confusion. His eyes twinkled with mischief, a wicked smile playing at the corners of his lips.

“Not necessarily,” you admitted, “I’m no sorcerer. Even the basics are lost on me.”

He hummed in thought, his hand gliding over your thigh, fingers grazing over your skin, making it impossible to focus on anything else but the heat pooling between your legs.

“Let’s just say there are certain…perks to it.”

Huh? Perks? Did he mean…preventing pregnancy? Even with unprotected sex? At this point, you were willing to believe just about anything if it meant trusting him. And naively, a part of you did. You became fully lost in him.

Still, Suguru must have sensed your doubts. With a sigh that bordered on indulgent, he reached into the side drawer again and pulled out a condom.

“But if it’ll give you some peace of mind,” he went on with a smile as he tore the package open with his teeth and began to slide the condom onto his impressive length. “Then I will.”

He cared about making sure you felt safe…as long as it heighted the pleasure.

Once he wrapped himself, he guided the tip of his cock to your entrance. Your breath hitched again. He pushed himself in, and you gasped, your hands clutching the sheets tighter. Hist hick cock stretching you overwhelmed you—making your head spin.

“Relax,” he murmured. He inched more of his size into, inch by inch a gradual stretch that rubbed your walls in a delicious way. The friction of it unbearable. His dark eyes drank in every gasp and moan that slipped from your lips as he filled you up.

Soon, he was buried completely inside of you, his body flush against yours. His fullness inside of you was a sweet ache. He stilled for a moment, allowing you time to adjust, his hand trailing up your body until his fingers found the crook of your neck, brushing against your pulse point.

Pressing a soft kiss to your neck, he whispered, “You feel amazing.”

He moved. Slow at first, deliberate. He wanted you to feel every inch as he pulled out almost entirely only to piston himself back inside. He set a steady rhythm, the intensity of it gradual. Each thrust of his became deeper, purposeful, rubbing against your walls just right.

He groaned, whispering an endless slew of sweet nothings. Each word punctuated by the deep, rolling thrust of his hips. He angled himself a bit; the shift of his position just right.

The heat began to build inside of you again, coiling tight in your core, threatening to snap at any given moment. Your hands tangled in his hair, pulling him closer, knocking his nose between your breasts as you lost yourself in him, all of him. Inside of you, around you, filling you completely.

“Suguru…” His name fell from your lips in a broken moan, and that sent him over a dangerous edge. He thrust into you harder, sharper, deeper, his rhythm in perfect sync with your needs. Both of you were close, teetering on the edge together.

Finally, it crashed over the two of you.

Your orgasm washed over you, body trembling violently as you clenched around him. He followed close behind you, his thrusts growing erratic as he plunged himself inside you one last time, groaning your name as he found his own release.

For a moment, neither of you spoke nor moved. Both of you still breathing hard, still tangled in each other. The heady scent of sweat and sex filled the room. Slowly, Suguru pulled out with a satisfied sigh, his body still tented over yours as he leaned in to press a soft kiss to your forehead.

“I told you you’d be fine” he murmured, tip of his finger brushing along your cheek.

As the heat and passion of the moment faded, Suguru shifted to lay next to you and pulled you into a warm embrace.

You glanced up at him through your eyelashes. For a few more moments, neither of you said anything. The usual dullness in his eyes from exhaustion became a softer expression.

Here, he could just be Suguru Geto. Not a sorcerer, not a criminal. Just Suguru Geto.

A tired smile tugged at the corner of his lips.

“Are you alright?” he asked, his voice a quiet murmur.

You nodded, your own lips curving up in response.

“More than okay,” you whispered, your voice barely audible.

With a hum, Suguru snuggled you closer and pressed kisses into the nape of your neck.

For now, the raging world outside could wait, just for a bit longer. You allowed yourself to embrace the silence, your breaths and heartbeats syncing together, closing your eyes and drifting to blissful sleep.

[koolades-world]

Ok so I've randomly had this genius idea and was keeping it in my head for a month or so. And i for some reason had an urge to find someone to make this thing. And YOU got unlucky to be in my FYP with open requests! Poor you, now you are cursed with this request! (Also ur writing is cool, but im suck at giving compliments~)

Imagine being a one of the most powerful demons in entire devildom, falling from heaven, going through a war.. and you just meet a human, who is crying because of a paper scratch! That's the request!:

Brothers with Pain-sensitive MC/MC with Algophobia if you prefer.♡

Ahem🤓👆, Algophobia is a phobia of pain. No one likes getting hurt, but algophobic person is afraid of it more than normal ppl. Also Algophobia makes all pain feel even more painful because if the fear🤓👆

These two are pretty much the same, but Algophobia one has more angst potential than just "Pain-sensitive"

This thing sounds just so hilarious in my head, imagine after MC does something bad Lucifer wants to punish them, but then he remembers that this human uses cooking gloves to drink coffee because "its way to hot" and ends up with existential crisis because all of his punishments will turn Pain-sensitive MC into dust😭

I saw a lot of ppl headcanoning that demons are like "well, humans are fragile and easily will die!" and starting to think that human is dying when they broke a bone. Thats funny, but imagine what would happen if it ACTUALLY were like that. Mammon wants to get MC to the casino, but then sees how they slip and fall to their knees and the crying because "FFFFF MY KNEEEEES HURT😭😭😭" And he is just like..."Damn, bro, how u live like this" and ends up way to afraid to bring them to the casino bc of "eeevil demons that would eat them!".

Also i imagine that Levi would do something similar, but, lets agree that him asking MC to go somewhere is an impossible scenario. I think he will do a good job tho.

Satan and MC hanging out in the garden with cats and this dude, who can easily broke the entire house if he gets angry, casually watching this piece of human struggling to pet a cat bc of their shaking hands. "Come on, just pet it, u got it, MC." "but cats have claws and claws are paaaainful!!!!"

Asmo is probably the only one who will have no problem with that, lol. This dude loves saying about being gentle. Yeah, not surprising that i simp for him. But dynamic between Devildom's biggest slut and a Human, who never kissed with anyone because "well, if i am kissing someone, I can't tell if the person is not gonna get a knife a d won't stub me! and stubbing ppl is painful!" sounds hilarious.

Beel is a big cinnabun, we all can agree. But yhis cinnabun is so big, that it can easily hurt MC accidentally! Even average people often cause ain-sensitive MC pain, and someone as big and strong babyboy like Beel? Damn, poor big man and MC, who waits for hot food to cool down for 15 minutes before eating it because "hot food is painful!"

Belphegor probably will do okay.. i mean, if we ignore 16 lesson.. he is pretty gentle boy so i guess he won't do anything bad. But, i can still imagine how this dude might hurt MC in his sleep and when wakes up and sees them, ouch-ing and rubbing their cheek, because "you were asleep and accidentally hit my cheek.." while this dude was just changing his sleeping pose.

So you can make something fluffy with brothers trying to not-hurt Pain-sensitive MC accidentally, you can do it in memes, you can do some angst with Algophobia. You can do whatever you want, i give the idea, you use it if you want!~

Damn, this think came out like a whole ass post. But i hope you didn't got bored halfway, lol.

Have a nice day tho!~~~

hi! haha I didn’t get bored you understand me!! I absolutely love when someone is just as excited as me about an idea :) this is exactly what I do when I have an idea I love so much I want to squeeze it in a good way

glad you like my writing 🥺 <3 please enjoy!

Mc with Algophobia

Lucifer

he knows right off the bat because it was on your paperwork (creepy) but makes accommodations where he can (loving)

essentially baby proofs the house right after you arrive once he realizes you’re being serious including padding on every sharp corner

always has a first aid kit on hand because he’s worried about you and won’t hesitate to offer you all the time off you need

finds himself unconsciously making sure you're ok

Mammon

didn't take you seriously at first until you almost started crying upon reach into the freezer to help defrost Goldie yet again

wants to help you with your fear, and unveils all of his stupid fears to you, including his fear of public water fountains

when you're not together, he has his crows keep an eye on you for him to make sure you're ok

often opts to stay home with you if it makes you more comfortable

Levi

so so chill about it since he himself is afraid of many things, and while not paralyzing, goes out of his way to avoid all these things

lets you know the door to his room will always be open for you if you need a place to relax for the hour or day

protective of you in a way he never felt before

ready to listen to your woes and try to help resolve them for you

Satan

to some extent, he understands what it's like to be misunderstood and he goes out of his way to boost your confidence

knows some amazing professionals that might be able to help you out if you want

works on himself and his outbursts to keep you safe and unafraid <3

holds your hand as often as he gets the chance to reassure both you and himself that you won't get separated and avoid any potential problems

Asmo

100% finds many excuses to kiss your booboos

finds all sorts of fun cute ways to make sure you don't get hurt and stay happy

if you get hurt around him, he's on top of it and upset too since he hates to see you unhappy

whatever you need, he's got you covered. he carries some of you things in his handbag that he always has with him in case you need it

Beel

doesn't understand at first, but is more cautious around you

he knows humans are fragile but he severely underestimated your fear

however, he's willing to do anything that you need from him

he knows his strength and always finds himself moving slower and more protective around you

Belphie

at first, he couldn't have cared less but after he got to know you, he felt extremely guilty about what he had done

does everything to make it up to you and prevent you from getting hurt again

expect lots of gifts that include nice blankets and cute bandaids

finds his way to your room in the middle of the night often to make sure you're fine and then stays (he's totally not just sleepwalking)

[laws-right-arm]

hihi! can i request the demon brothers with a kuudere mc who they find out is ticklish?

Oh my gosh hi!! I can't believe I got some requests so fast and this is the first fjdjfjd- but anyways, I'm so sorry for the wait for this, I have such awful luck because the day after I started this blog I got a really bad fever 🥲. I'm pretty much recovered from the worst of it though which is good, and I had enough energy to do this one so that's a good sign! I promise to others that I will get to their requests soon once I'm feeling better! But anyways, I thought this was a really cute one to write! so without further ado...

The demon brothers finding out kuudere MC is ticklish

(I wrote these as points and mini scenarios btw, I hope you like it!)

Lucifer

• he'd be pleasantly surprised that's for sure

• he doesn't tease you for it, but he's certainly amused

• the slightest gentle brush against your side was all it took to break that cool, collected exterior you always put up

• You two would have just been sitting together in the house of lamentation's library (or in his private study), relaxed as he's either quietly going through documents or simply just sat reading with his arm snaked around your waist

• but then at some point he'd start to absentmindedly stroke up and down your side with soothing intentions, only for you to react a little differently to how he had expected

"MC?" He asked, concern evident in his careful tone following you fully flinching under his touch. You try to dismiss his worry nonchalantly, saying that you just felt a sudden itch that had caught you off guard. Lucifer narrows his crimson eyes in suspicion, not believing that excuse in the slightest, but he wouldn't push to find out what it actually was, not yet anyway. He resumed what he was doing beforehand with you still by his side. At some point, he started gently caressing your side again, whilst this time keeping a watchful eye of you in his peripheral. He could feel you tensing this time, which worried him for a moment until he peered over at your expression. You seemed to be trying to suppress what appeared to be laughter, which honestly shocked Lucifer; you never usually expressed anything notable ever. To test his new suspicions, he stopped his light touches for a moment, to which he felt you relax once more, before resuming again, leading to the same response as last time. Realization finally dawned upon him and he couldn't help but subtly smirk in amusement; his dear, usually so cold MC seemed to have a ticklish spot. How cute.

Mammon

• oh you know he is going to use this against you as soon as he finds out

• he honestly finds it so funny, that someone as stoic as you are is ticklish

• however at the same time, it warms his heart; he loves you but he really thinks you should smile more, so you can imagine how happy he is when he makes this accidental discovery that breaks your usual exterior

• he finds this out one time when you and him are in his room whilst he's ranting about something that you can barely be bothered to comprehend as it's something Mammon is bound to blow more out of proportion than necessary

• but when he sees that you're not really giving him your fullest attention, he pokes your side to try and regain it, only to be met with the look on your face

"So then that bastard accused me, me! Can you believe that MC? He didn't even try to- MC?" He rants before cutting himself off as he sees the look of disinterest planted on your face. "Oi, come on! MC!" He shouts, lightly jabbing your side, only for you to take in a sharp deep breath as your eyes shoot to Mammon, a look of what appeared to be surprise now spreading upon your features as you blink. For a moment, Mammon was perplexed as his eyes scanned you, worried that he maybe had maybe hurt you in some way. When he sees nothing indicating that, he decides to lightly poke your side once more, and immediately senses you suppressing something. "What's wrong MC?" He asks mischievously as he begins to get an idea of why you are actually reacting to his touch like that. "Don't tell me you're..." He trails off, emphasizing each word with a gentle jab to your sides. That's when he saw it, the glimpse of a smile and the suppressed laughter. He didn't need to finish his sentence after seeing your response. He grins victoriously at the conclusion of your ticklishness, your rare smile being the best treasure he's ever gotten to behold.

Leviathan

• he blushes so hard when he finds out, finding it absolutely adorable

• he's also pretty amazed in all honesty, always having thought that there was nothing that could break your cold exterior

• he accidentally finds out when you two are just chilling in his room, cozied up in his bathtub/bed with his tail wrapped around you as he's playing a game on his handheld

• you had been close to falling asleep like that when he shifts slightly, his tail brushing your side and back causing you to jolt, scaring him until he sees your face

"A-Ah! MC are you okay?!" Levi asks, panicking as he thinks he has hurt you terribly in some way when he shifted a moment ago. You try to calmly tell him your completely fine but he's not having it, checking you over frantically almost on the verge of a breakdown at the thought of hurting his precious human. In the midst of his frenzy, he unfurls his tail from your waist, the leathery appendage brushing your sides once more, causing you to react similarly to before, making Levi pause abruptly. He looks over you once again, more pensive than before, but then he sees the look on your face. Your usual emptiness appeared to have cracked a little as he swears he saw the slightest of smiles on your face. It soon dawns on him that you, his super cool and collected MC, is ticklish. He felt his cheeks burn at the idea of that being true, with you being too adorable for him to handle.

Satan

• like Lucifer (dare I say), he is also pleasantly surprised at the revelation

• he'd lightly tease you for it, but he finds it so endearing that all it takes to bring out part of your softer side is the lightest brush of his fingertips against your skin

• he'd have just been reading with you resting atop him as he softly plays with your hair, when his fingers end up brushing over your nape

"Are you okay?" He asks softly after having felt you tense a little when his fingers brushed over the skin of your neck. You answer simply and neutrally that you are fine before telling him to just continue to read as you get comfortable against him once more. He does so so with no further questions, reading his book quietly whilst continuing to gently rake his digits through your hair. After a few minutes, he moves his hand to gently stroke over your neck once more, feeling you tense once more. He raises a brow, feeling worry begin to surface once more before as quickly as it had came, it immediately fades when he sees your shoulders lightly jolting. Your face was hidden against him, but he could tell that you were trying to restrain laughter. He let out a quiet chuckle, concluding that you had a ticklish spot much to his pleasant surprise. Carefully placing his book aside, he wraps his arms around you fully. "You're adorable."

Asmodeus

• oh boy

• he gets so so excited when he finds out that you have a ticklish spot, the idea of hearing your laugh or seeing your smile making him feel as though he'll be able to reascend back up to the celestial realm

• he finds it adorable and will tease you relentlessly for it, always bearing good intentions

• he's also the quickest to realise it I believe

• he makes this incredible discovery when he makes you (with consent of course; consent is sexy) let him give you a full body massage as he believes you could use one to ease the stresses bought on from the RAD

"How's this darling?" Asmo asks, voice smooth and sweet like honey as he gently rubs the lavender oil into your calves, massaging any knots out that he could feel beneath your skin. You hum softly in response, remaining quiet for the most part as you let Asmo do his thing. The fifth born quietly hums a pop tune to himself as he continues his ministrations, his manicured hands moving downwards before eventually reaching your feet. He feels you tense slightly but thinks nothing of it as he continues on, gently grasping one of your feet before he begins to massage some knots out of it. That's when he feels you tremble slightly, making him pause, still holding your foot as he looks over at you. "MC, dear, are you okay...?" He trails off as you insist you're okay. He continues on and immediately realises that you must have ticklish feet, so he can't help but deliberately brush the pads of his fingers over the soles of your feet just to elicit another response, basking in the hushed sounds of your restrained laughter that you thought he couldn't hear.

Beelzebub

• he doesn't actually realise for a good moment after he unintentionally tickles you that you are ticklish

• but when he does, he can't help but chuckle himself, finding it nice to finally see even the smallest of smiles from you, though he'd definitely like to see more

• he finds out one night when you are both up having a midnight snack in the kitchen

• the cookie you were eating had crumbled a little, causing you to get crumbs on yourself

• he goes to wipe some off for you that had fallen onto your neck, only for you to flinch

"MC? What's wrong?" Beel asks through a mouthful of his own snack, retracting his hand back from your neck after having wiped off the crumbs. You relax once more, plastering a calm, neutral expression upon your face as you respond that it was nothing. Beel's brow furrows as he peers down at you skeptically for a moment before continuing on with his snack beside you. As he does so, he suddenly starts to ponder about a moment ago, and realises that he thinks he saw you actually smile very briefly, something he's never seen you do before. He tried to think what could have made you do that. Was it the cookie tasting nice maybe? Did you think of something that made you smile? Was it...were you ticklish? Beel halted when he reaches that thought, looking over at you once more before deciding that that had to be what it was when he touched your neck to dust of the cookie crumbs. It brought a big smile to his face as he quietly chuckled at that idea. He still wished you'd smile more though.

Belphegor

• he's very smug about it when he found out

• definitely teases you for it, the fact that 'tough, stoic MC' could crumble under just a mere, small touch to their sides

• but aside from him teasing you, he finds it overwhelmingly endearing, especially if he gets to hear you laugh, even if just a quiet one, or see your smile, even if just a small one

• you two were cuddling when he made this amusing discovery

Belphie sighs blissfully as he buried his face into the crook of your neck, taking a deep breath as he cuddles into you, wrapping his fluffy tail around your waist. At that, you shift notably, body tensing particularly around where his tail was. "What's wrong...?" He asks groggily, moving his face back to look at you, only for you to immediately bury your face against his shoulder whilst quietly murmuring that it was nothing. Not buying it, Belphegor rewraps his tail around you, this time bringing a hand down to soothingly caress your hip, to which you responded with a much more notable flinch and intake of breath. From that, Belphie quickly realises what's up. "Oh, I see now." He says with a smug smirk plastered on his face as he continues to teasingly stroke your sides until you - shakily through a hushed giggle - asked him to stop, to which he eventually complied, settling for cuddling you once more.

[stygiansun-totaleclipse]

Trying to imagine which magic path would be scarier to see a angry mc with. I feel like a mc with gravity manipulation who is fucking pissed would be scary as hell

Oh, definitely. Mc with gravity has a move I like to call black hole in their arsenal. It’s not pretty.

I already have plans for future scenes where mc can go too far with their magic in their own anger. Fire and gravity are obviously going to get…messy. And depending on the character you’re with, it can have some other consequences. (sorry L)

Illusion and healing are more subtle though, so I’ll have to think on how an mc losing it would look like with those. I could see an mc with illusion magic fucking with someone’s head pretty hardcore with some nightmarish illusions. 🤔 And I feel like it’d be interesting to see an mc use healing magic in ways it is…not intended for. To the horror even of themselves.

I have had this one interaction bouncing around in my head though for after one of such scenarios:

“Oh my gods,” you cry, clapping your hands to your mouth in horror. “…Do you think he’ll be alright?” You aren’t quite sure what compels you to ask. The man is clearly dead—a charred, smoking corpse lying blackened on the ground, and if by some cruel twist of Fate he is still alive you are certain he wishes he wasn’t. L’s head snaps up as they turn to look at you, blinking as if they cannot figure out if you are being serious or not. “Babe, you CREMATED that man,” they say, gesturing at the crumbling charcoal-colored corpse. “I don’t think he’ll be walking that one off.”

[solar-bean]

Jut found out that the full Touchstarved game might not be out till 2025 so here's a scenario I imagined with Ais. Has the others interact with mc too, but Ais is the main love interest. Hope this doesn't feel too much like my oc. I chose the Unnamed route so that may be brought up.

Worth The Trouble ( Ais x GN Reader )

( Content Warning: Violence, Blood, cursing, Ais being Ais, Remember what he did to that guy in the demo )

MC = Y/N ( I'm too tired from finals to type the slash, sorry 😭)

It started off as a normal day in Eridia, or at least as peaceful as things could be in the hellscape of a city. MC went to the market for some light grocery shopping, their small tote bag half full, when a group of kids zoomed past them. For a flash they could see that the kids' arms were full of produce, a few stray fruits leaving a trail in their wake. It was mere seconds before an enraged yell from a man was heard.

" Get back here you little shits!!!" the a man, a local produce seller, barreled down in the kid's direction. Nearly knocking down passersby, MC included.

One of the smaller kids tripped, dropping all of their stolen goods. They called to their friends for help but it was too late. The seller had already grabbed them by the collar like a stray puppy.

" Stupid maggot! I'll show you what happens to thieves around here!!" He pulled back his meaty fist to strike them.

Without thinking, MC ran to grab his wrist before the blow landed.

" Hey! That's going way too far."

The seller looked down at them and snarled.

" Stay out of this! This is between me and this little thief here."

" I get that but look at them." MC pointed to the kid's dirty clothes that were holding on by threads. " Clearly they aren't stealing for the fun of it. Can't you let them go?"

The seller scoffed at them, foul breath fanning their face. Thankfully they held back their disgust.

" I'm not running a charity. If the kid wants to eat the kid's gotta pay."

MC thought for a moment as they stared at the child, who was still curled in a protective ball. Although their face was covered, it was clear by their trembling that they were crying. MC immediately remembered all the times they'd been hungry and in need after they fled the temple. While they survived they couldn't imagine doing so at this child's age. How long had they been suffering?

" I'll do it."

" Do what?"

" Pay." MC reached into their cloak and pulled out their coin purse. " I've got plenty to spare." which wasn't true but they'd manage. The seller gave them a long, calculated glare before sighing.

" Fine."

He put the kid down. They gave a quick glance to the seller then the MC before grabbing their haul and scurrying off to where the rest of the group went. MC wasn't expecting a thank you, but the last look the kid gave to them over their shoulder was enough.

" Ok," MC counted the coins in their palm, leaving the purse nearly empty. " Will this be enough?"

The seller took the coins. Counting each while scratching his stubbly chin.

" Yeah, almost..."

MC looked at him confused. They were sure that they gave him much more than his nearly, spoiled produce was worth. They almost didn't notice his arm go up. But they did feel the strike across their face. Everything went white for a moment as they stumbled. Pain flared over the entirety of the right side of MC's face. They pressed their palm to it and whipped their gaze back to the seller stunned.

" What the fuck is your problem??!!" they shrieked at him.

" Don't look so confused. You said you'd pay for everything. That includes punishment. " He let out a dark chuckle and walked pass them. " Maybe think twice next time you wanna be someone's savior."

MC gawked at his back. What kind of asshole pulls a stunt like that. He got his money fair and square. Clearly he just wanted a reason to cause someone harm. They wanted to let it go and move on but crap that hit really hurt. His hands were big enough to crush their skull and they were pretty sure that his ring cut their cheek. There was no way they were gonna let him walk away so easily.

" Hey!"

The seller turned around and was met with a fist right to the nose. He reeled back, giving MC enough time to land a kick to his kneecap. He fell to the city floor with the gracefulness of an old dying ox, MC's coins going down with him. They grabbed a handful of them before making a break for it back to the Wet Wick.

Out of breath, energy, half their coins and what little faith they had in humanity, all MC wanted to do was go to sleep in their room and maybe have some of their scraps for dinner. It could've been made into a full meal but they hadn't realized they'd dropped their tote bag until it was too late. Thankfully, the bar sounded empty from the outside, so at least they could avoid the headache of possibly socializing.

" Hey sparrow."

Shit.

There right in his usual spot at the bar sat Ais, accompanied by Vere and Leander.

" Hey Ais..." they said weakly, pulling up their hood even more to hide the blooming bruises.

" Um Excuse me. I'm here too dear. Goodness has being here already dulled your manners?" came Vere, tail playfully swaying.

" Hey Vere." they said quickly as they tried to flee to their room, but that would've been to easy.

" Oh MC how was the market did you get anything good?" Leander asked, conveniently getting in front of them and blocking their path. They didn't look up at him and did their best not to adjust their hood again.

" Yeah, yeah it was good."

" But where's your tote ba-"

" It's getting late I'll see you guys later." MC swerved around him, nearly home free.

" Sparrow."

They stopped. Ais' piercing gaze burning into their back.

" Come here, please." he instructed in a soft yet stern tone. They couldn't resist him. He'd only pry more if they did, so reluctantly they sat next to him, avoiding eye contact.

" Take off your hood."

They stayed still. The air filled with a tense silence.

" Ais come one. They've probably had a long day. I'm sure their fi-" Lenader nearly choked when MC took their hood off. " What the hell happened?! Are you ok?!"

" Obviously not." Vere scoffed. " Thought I smelled blood but that's nothing new for you. Do tell, what mess have you found yourself in this time, MC?"

MC let out a tired sigh. Leander's worrying and Vere's teasing made for a sickening combo on an already shitty afternoon.

" It's nothing. I just ran into a bad guy at the market. Nothing interesting." They were about to get up to leave when Ais' hand was placed firmly on their shoulder.

" Humor us would ya? What really happened?" While the slight smile on his face was meant to be assuring, MC knew he was up to no good.

" Really it's nothing. I just saw some kids steal some food and one of them got caught by the seller. So I thought hey why not be nice and help this clearly starving child. But nope! As usual the situation blew up in my face. Apparently coins weren't enough payment for the guy so he- " They mimicked the back-handed slap motion they'd been a victim to. " The asshole didn't even have the decency to warn me first, so I thought it was only fair to get in a few blows in myself then run like hell before things got too heated. So yeah that's it. Nothing special."

After what they hadn't meant to be a ramble there was another thick silence. Crap maybe I said too much. Then a low chuckle came from beside them. Oh good Ais found the story amusing, maybe they were worried for nothing. But that was quickly put aside when they turned to look at him.

His grin was downright dangerous. Fangs gleaming and all. His eyes were even worse, glowing with a bloodlust that would scare a soulless shitless.

" I'll be right back." he said, getting up from his seat and stretching out his tired joints with a pop.

" Ais." Leander warned. " Let's think about this, ok buddy."

" Nothing to think about. Now," He stood in front of MC and leaned down to their level. " Which seller was it?"

MC felt their pulse quicken. Not just from being at eye level with Ais, but also from the immense violent aura he began to exude.

" Really Ais it's fine. I hit him pretty hard so we're even."

" I'm sure you did. But this is purely for my own selfish vices. I can't rest easy knowing this jackass is going around threatening kids and hitting customers. So who was it?"

" Ais. It's not worth the trouble just let it g-"

Ais' hand swiftly taken ahold of their chin. With a gentleness that greatly contrasted his character, he tilted MC's face to better examine the damage. They couldn't help the heat that rose within them.

" Plenty worth the trouble to me." He tilted their head back to face forward. " Who was it, MC."

Maybe it was the softness of his tone or the way he said their name instead of Sparrow, but they confessed. Even down to what stalls the seller's had been next to. He gave them a small, genuine smile and went on the hunt.

" Well, there's no stopping him now. Let's get some ice on that bruise, hm." Leander went around the counter, paying no mind to MC's breathless expression. In no time he came back with clean rag and another with ice inside. " Alright let me see."

Before he could attend to their face, Vere cut in.

" Leander, didn't the doctor leave some magic elixir or whatever for minor injuries in the backroom?"

" Oh you're right. He did. I should go get it."

" Yes you should." Vere smiled sweetly then frowned once Leander was out of sight. " Good I couldn't tolerate him for much longer without Ais here."

" Don't get too excited, he'll be back soon." MC reminded him.

" No he won't," Vere swiped the rag that Leander left on the counter near the ice bag before turning back to them with a mischievous smirk. " I poured those nasty medicine bottles out weeks ago."

MC gawked at him.

" Why would you do that? What if someone needed those?"

" What like you? Don't be such a baby you'll be fine. Now hold still. I can only take so much of you blood smelling up the place."

With a similar gentleness as Ais, Vere took hold of their chin and began to dab the blood away from the cut that was already beginning to close. MC didn't have the energy for anymore shock today, so they relished in the care.

" You know. This pacifist act you're playing won't do you any good in this city"

MC sighed and grabbed the ice bag to put on their bruise once he was done with the cut.

" I'm not a pacifist. Trust me I've got nothing against that jerk getting what he deserves. I just don't want Ais to get in any trouble because of me."

" Hmph, now why would Ais get in trouble?"

" Because, he's a monster. What if the Senobium punishes him for being too violent?"

Vere hummed to himself. He carelessly tossed the bloody rag on the floor and leaned back against the counter, tail swishing languidly.

" Oh don't fret dear. The Senobium's too up their own asses to care about a few lowtown brutes getting torn apart. Besides I highly doubt Ais would do anything so dreadful as to get a punishment like mine. And if he did..." Vere's eyes turned a bright pink, his fangs seemed longer as well. " I'd tear this city to the ground before they laid a finger on him."

MC just stared at him for a while. The primordial fear in their gut was unmistakable, but they couldn't help but feel a bit relieved.

" Well I'm glad Ais has a friend like you to look after him."

The fox scoffed.

" I'm not his friend."

A bit confused by that response, they were sure he was joking. The duo seemed as close as Mhin and Kuras if not more.

" Ok then I'm glad you're his very close, foxy furry acquaintance."

Vere's ears went down as he scowled at them.

" I can break you like a twig. Don't forget that."

They merely chuckled at that although they weren't entirely sure if he was serious or not.

" Sorry for the wait!" Came Leander's chipper voice. He rejoined the two with a small container of bandaids and a bottle of unknown liquid. " Took me forever to find this elixir. I could've swore we had more bottles. Thankfully, I always stash a spare."

" Wow how great is that Vere." MC gave him an innocent smile that in turn got them glare. Vere definitely meant that threat now.

----

Ais arrived back at the bar late into the night. He wreaked of blood despite his best efforts to clean himself. He didn't want to make another bad impression on his new...new friend? Acquaintance? Whatever they were he wanted them around him more often. Which would be hard if they were scared of him. Did he scare them before when asking about the seller? They seemed nervous, but most people were around him, especially after knowing about his brutal tendencies.

Perhaps they didn't mind. He got a good look at the seller's broken nose, and what he could assume was an injured knee that made it all the easier to catch and corner him. The sparrow really did have a tough side after all. He was almost sad that he sullied their work with his own. No one would suspect that what was left of the asshole was the handiwork of two pissed off individuals. Maybe returning their tote bag full of goods and the coins that he'd swiped from the guy's pockets would be a good enough apology gift.

The barkeep was cleaning shot glasses when he arrived. Out of no where a wave of unease hit him. Maybe he came back too late and should just leave their stuff here.

" Got something for MC. Can you give it to them for me?"

The barkeep only spared him a quick glance.

" Do I look like a delivery boy? Drop it off at their door yourself, I'm busy." She replied with a bitterness that he always found amusing.

" Yes ma'am."

He was in front of their door when the doubt came back, sweaty palms too. What the hell was he nervous for? He doesn't get nervous. This was just a small favor for a frien-aquaintance. Just put the stuff down and go. But what if someone took it? Maybe he should see if they're awake first. Maybe not what if he wakes them up.

Annoyed by his rambling thoughts he did least smart thing and opened, which should've been locked, door. It was dark inside, aside the moonlight from a small window. His higher than average vision could make out a small bed with a lump under the covers. Next to it was a dresser. He made his way to it quietly, mentally cursing the metal on his boots for the creaks they made in the floorboards.

Finally at his destination, he set the tote bag and coins on the dresser and turned to leave. But curiosity got the best of him. He snuck a peak at MC and it was all over. The covers were up to their nose. There was a small bandage on their cheek. The bruising seemed to have healed a bit. Ais had never seen them look so peaceful. It was actually pretty cute. Then he realized how creepy this whole situation was and made his way to the door.

" Ais...?"

Shit!

He stopped mid step, looking over his shoulder at them. Their eyes were barely open and their voice was quiet and soft.

" That you?"

He sighed.

" Yeah it's me sparrow. Don't worry just wanted to return your bag. I'm leaving, go back to sleep." he kept walking.

" Are you ok?"

He stopped again, wide eyed.

" What?" he asked.

They yawned.

" I smell blood."

Oh, he thought. They were worried about him? That's actually really sweet. When was the last time anyone got worried for him? Vere and Kuras maybe. But they knew he could handle himself. It's what's he's good at. Looking out for himself when no one will. When everyone else leaves eventually.

But maybe MC wanted to stick around.

He smiled, unsure if they could see his face so he made sure they could hear it in his voice.

" I'm just fine sparrow. It's not my blood you're smelling."

They smiled back before yawning again.

" Good. Well see ya later I guess..."

They curled back into their blanket and pillow, already drifting. He took in the sight one last time before leaving and closing the door.

" Yeah see ya later."

The barkeep and every wander through the night had no idea why the feared demon renegade, Ais, had the softest smile on his face all the way back to the wastelands.

[midnightsun-if]

the last scenario ask... really ruthless, but all it made is make me even more obsessed with the ros fr fr.

thinking about other classic asks, what about the ros' reactions if when they're on the verge of kissing mc, mc stopped them, blushes hard and tells them 'wait! i don't know how to kiss, i might be bad at it...'

Koda: He tilts his head, a gentle smile upturning his lips. “Why would that matter?” Strong arms flex around your body, tugging you impossibly closer. You could tell that he was confused— whether it be by what you had said or the fact that you felt like he cared about something that didn’t even seem to have crossed his mind— but the continuous support he always offered, overt or not, fills you with the warmth of a thousand suns. “You don’t have to worry about that. I’m sure you’ll be absolutely perfect.” His smile grows into a grin. “Just do what feels right and go from there.”

Scarlett: Emerald green eyes assess you with an inscrutable gaze, crimson painted lips allowing the ghost of a smirk to flicker across before it settles into something soft— no, not soft, as you take notice to the faint touches of darkness that lies just out of reach within the viridescent expanse of her eyes. Adoring. Adoring would be the better word. “Is that what you’re worried about, my heart?” Scarlett inclines her head, threading slender fingers through the locks of hair nearest to the base of your skull, the slightest of pressure maneuvering you in the direction that she wished. Pressing her body closer, allowing you to feel every elegant dip and curve, Scarlett’s lips ghost over yours, just out of reach; the earlier darkness returns, changing enchanting emerald to alluring jade. “I guess I’ll just have to teach you then.”

Cyrus/Cyra: Multicolored eyes, predominantly a shimmering gold at the moment, soften completely at your words. Their hand, that had previously been placed on your waist, rises to gently cup your cheek. “Don’t overthink anything, my flame.” They tap your cheek, a supportive smile on their lips. “Isn’t that what you always tell me? Don’t let your mind take over a matter of the heart. Let yourself be in the moment, with me, and we’ll worry about everything else as we always do.” They step impossibly closer, welcoming warmth encapsulating you completely, their forehead presses against yours, hand still steadily on your cheek, keeping you centered. “Together.”

Quinn: Their wolf almost shrieks at the insinuation that you could be anything less than exactly what they need— something that Quinn wholeheartedly agrees with. “That’s okay, sweetheart,” they murmur, offering you a gentle smile. “I don’t think you’ll be bad. Inexperience is just that inexperience, nothing else.” They pull you closer by your still connected hands, fondness tinged across their warm expression. “Though, and this is something I’ve always believed, practice does make perfect.” Quinn leans forward, their nose gently nuzzling your own. “Want to give it a try?”

Caden: “Oh?” Their brow furrows for a moment, confusion evident, and you can see the exact moment your words seemed to click in their head. Silver eyes widen, a red hue takes over their cheeks, and they cough out their next words. “Oh!” Caden rubs the back of their neck, an almost amused smile beginning to take over their shocked one. “I-I wasn’t expecting that, I admit.” Their shoulders hunch, suddenly shy, but they never move away from you, as if they were caught in your orbit. “I’m sorry if my reaction seemed off putting, I just couldn’t imagine someone being next to you, getting to know you, the real you, and not wanting to kiss you.” An argent gaze meets yours with a reverent fondness. “Would you give me that honor now?”

Sloane: Their hands, that had been firmly on your hips, slacken completely as your words register in their lust-addled brain. “Ah, shit!” They mutter, dropping their head to your shoulder, strands of messily tousled hair obscuring your view of their face. You don’t feel like panicking, although the thought did cross your mind, as their thumb gently runs across your hipbone in soothing circles— a gentle reminder that they were still there, still with you, they were just processing something that they needed a moment to get through. With one final huff, Sloane straightens, hazel eyes observing you with exasperated fondness. “I don’t think I deserve to be your first kiss, but I’m a selfish bastard—” They step closer, somehow in the already enclosed space, their breath whispering across your lips. “I don’t want anyone else to have it either. Will you let me?”

Blake: “I know that, angel.” Sliding their hands into your hair, Blake presses flush against your body. Violet eyes observing every minute expression that flickers across your face, keenly aware of what they all mean and how to react accordingly. “It makes this moment all the sweeter, don’t you think? It’ll be your first kiss and, in a way, it’ll be mine too.” A beaming smile curls their lips upward, no doubt in response to your own dubious expression in response to their words, but they don’t seem to take offense to it in the slightest. Instead, Blake huffs out another laugh and tugs your head closer to theirs, forehead to forehead. “I’ve kissed a lot of people, I know you’re aware of that, but I’ve never kissed anyone I’ve truly cared about. Not until now.”

Reginald/Regina: “Really?” Their eyes widen in surprise, clearly in shock, but it wasn’t an expression that caused you to bristle— as they did seem genuine in their amazement; like they couldn’t believe someone could ever resist your pull— but an apologetic look quickly follows regardless. “I didn’t mean it like that.” They rub the back of their neck, a rueful smile tugging at their lips. “I-I guess I’m just surprised that I have a bit more knowledge than you in something.” They tilt their head. “Granted it’s not a lot more, but it’s something.” Blue green eyes turn down to your still interlaced hands, shyness prominent by the growing redness across their cheeks. “Would you like me to share it?” They peer up at you through their lashes. “My knowledge I mean.”

[huntersrequiem-if]

I do not know if anyone has asked this but it's my favorite toxic scenario so don't judge me.

If the ROs and MC are out and someone tries hitting on MC while an RO is away from them... how do the ROs react?

Can we pretttttty please do crushing stage vs relationship stage. 😫

I'm already dying while imagining reading Astaroth's... i have a problem 😭🤣

Hiii! Sorry, it took so long, was a bit busy. Also don't worry I'm not gonna judge, after all, it's pretty fun to explore this side of the characters.

Warning: It's pretty long so it goes under the cut.

(Also I imagined it as some sort of party)

Crush:

Nope, nope. Astaroth is seething inside. How dare this worm bother the Hunter with useless drivel? And why, oh why isn't the Hunter leaving, could they like it? No, no, he shall hear no reason like duty and politeness or silly things like that.

While there is little he can do about it - unless he wants to get into an ugly fight - Astaroth does what he knows best, talk. He picks apart everything about that worm, from the way they speak and look, the clothes they wear, the way they carry themself.

Poor Hunter will have to leave to spare themself a headache.

And if Hunter don't? Well, fine, they forced his hand. He's willing to go into a fight over this.

Regardless of how it happens, Astaroth is right as rain the moment Hunter leaves the worm in the dust. Back to jokes – fine, he’ll even grovel a bit, or more until they stop cursing him out.

Just this once.

Relationship:

Here he is more assured, confident. Because Hunter is his and nothing can take that away. So, who cares if some poor thing makes a fool out of themself trying to flirt with someone as radiant as the Hunter? Ha!

He would watch this - with his head resting on the Hunter's shoulder arms wrapped around their waist. Draped lazily over their back, he enjoys the show. An amused smirk plays on his lips as his eyes follow the bumbling fool. It widens when they stumble over their words.

Astaroth wants to cheer the idiot – “Go on, make a bigger fool out of yourself, amuse us!” – but he doesn’t, just nitpicks the attempts to himself. Frankly, he heard better flirting.

 He'll be quiet, only speaking when the idiot finally scampers away.

"Hm, I almost feel sorry." Lips brush the Hunter’s neck, a brief kiss against their warmth. “Almost.”

Crush:

Moon would freeze, not knowing what do to. Well, she does know but she isn’t that idiotic. She wants to slide near the Hunter and intertwine their fingers together. And Hunter placing a kiss on her knuckles while she sends the beau a smug look.

No, that’s downright idiotic. Moon has a duty, an obligation. She should be by her husband's side, be his darling wife. She shots a glance at the man by her side, see his gaze snap back to her. She flashes him a quick, meaningless smile, her eyes already back on the Hunter.

Movement from the little beau and Hunter, the person raising a hand to touch them. She bites her lips, wrapping her wings around herself. Oh, but would you look at that? Another person bumped into the beau before their hand touched Hunter.

Those two seem stricken by each other, you can just see the hearts floating around each other. They walk off like two loverbirds.

How adorable! How fortunate the little beau had found their mate! Isn’t Moon such a caring goddess?

The self-satisfied smile on her face withers when her eyes meet Hunter’s, quirked eyebrow and unreadable expression on their face. Moon flushes, feathers ruffled. Turning to her husband she places her arm delicately on the crook of his elbow, trying to focus on him, his lips, his words.

Relationship:

Moon sweeps between them with fluttering feathers and a trailing dress. Her tinkling laugh steals the beau’s attention and her smile is like the sun.  Warm, radiant. She enchants the person until they’re so enamored with her they forget Hunter is even there.

But she doesn’t. Moon’s eyes are always on them, flashing them a smile meant for them. Soft, adoring. Brushes of her knuckles against the back of their hand, featherlight and gone in a flash. It burns her and she wants nothing more than just leave this party.

Somehow, she manages to make the beau leave. With a wink, she turns to the Hunter and discreetly tugs at their wrist. Once they are in a secluded and shadowed corner away from prying eyes, she presses herself against them, lips seeking theirs in a heated kiss. Her hands search purchase on their clothes, trailing.

“Hello, love. Missed me?” Her words are faint against their lips.

Crush:

They would watch – glare, if you were to ask anyone else, over the rim of their cup, sipping slowly. They’re being silly, Night knows that. Hunter is their own person – this is just a childish crush, it will pass. But why does their heart do a painful squeeze when Hunter reciprocates?

Why do they wish that smile was for them?

They glance away, lips pursed in a thin line. Sneaking a glance back, they run a hand through their hair. How… pathetic they are, pinning for someone who doesn’t even know they care.

Ridiculous. They’ll leave – not because of this little scene, no, no! – but because the Underworld is busy. Night can hardly leave it unattended for a silly party.

Yes, that’s exactly why. Downing the last of the wine, they’re gone before anyone else notices.

Relationship:

A hum leaves their throat, watching the spectacle unfold. Night is not amused, more like curious. How will this happen, will the person take rejection gracefully? Some do, some don’t. A shame, to embarrass oneself for this.

Their steps bring them closer to the Hunter. They have a questioning look in their eyes – is this alright? Do you need help?

The Hunter shakes their head and Night’s shoulders drop slightly. Still, they give their hand a quick squeeze, a touch of heavy wings on their back gone just as soon. A flash of a warm smile accompanied by a nod and they leave. The Hunter can take care of themselves – but Night would keep an eye from the corner of the room.

When the Hunter returns to their side, Night smiles softly at them, leaning their shoulder against them. They start talking in soft, hushed voices.

Crush:

The other partygoers give them a pitying glance.

They have been standing in the same spot for quite a time, hovering uselessly around a certain conversation.

Poor thing.

Some have tried to engage this lone figure.

Santana flashes their current conversation partner – a woman with auburn hair and pretty green eyes – a fleeting smile and they try. To be aware, present and listen. Yet their answers are short and quiet with a gaze more often than not on Hunter.

Peering at this person, Santana knows it’s silly – they don’t know all people after all. But maybe they know this one or heard of them. Tall and bearing a proud figure, Santana’s mind blanks. They can’t put a name on the face.

It was to be expected, but it did nothing to quell the disappointment in them. With a huff, they can’t help but be curious, who is this person to have the courage to flirt with a god so brazenly?

Another bigger part is annoyed by how easily they capture Hunter's attention with so much confidence in each gesture.

Santana frowns, trying to ignore the incessant tugging in their heart, like a thin thread wrapped around Hunter's fingers.

A small nudge against their shoulder brings them back to reality with a startle. Santana blinks wide eyes at the woman, cheeks flushed. Her eyes sparkle with mirth.

How rude of them!

Before they can release a torrent of apologies, she cuts in with a jerk of her head. "Your partner?"

They follow her gaze and their cheeks flush harder, mortified. "No!" Their voice is a little too loud, too high-pitched.

Curious eyes glance their way and Santana gulps, shoulders rising to their burning ears. Especially when they feel the Hunter's gaze, hot and scorching on their skin.

Why can't the earth open up and swallow them?

The woman snorts and takes another sip of her wine. "No offense, friend, but you're a terrible liar."

A small pause. "None taken." They rub a hand at the back of their throat, unsure. "But nothing is going between us."

“Sure, friend.” Santana frowns, not liking her sarcastic words.  She lifts a shoulder, swirling the wine in her glass. “There won’t be anything else if you keep watching.”

They watch her, the veil of melancholy that feel on her face. It saddens them. “I’m sorry.”

She blinks at them, for a moment looking taken back. A quick bark of amusement slips past her lips, shaking her head. “There is nothing to be sorry about friend. We just made our choices.” A fleeting pat on their shoulder and the woman leaves, blending in the crowd.

Santana blinks at the spot she was. Ah well, there goes their excuse to linger around. With one look at Hunter, Santana bites their lips, hard.

Taking a deep breath, their feet bring them closer. Hunter turns their head slightly and Santana smiles, eyes on them. Trying to stop their hand from trembling, they place it on the crook of Hunter’s arm.

“Hello. I’m Santana.”

Relationship:

Santana would pause, fingers wrapping tighter around the cups they are carrying. Of course, they left their side and someone already swooped in. A furtive glance at the person reveals a stranger.

Another glance to Hunter and they don’t seem interested. Good.

A frown worms it way on their face - how to approach this? What version of them did the Hunter like more?

With a shake of their head, Santana sighs and resumes their way. Smiling warmly at Hunter, they give them a cup. Now with their hand freed, they slide it across Hunter's back, resting on their hips.

Taking a sip of their drink, Santana watches the stranger over the rim of their cup. "Hello. I'm Santana." A small nod, eyes inquisitive. "And who might you be?"

Crush:

??? would hover so close, just behind Hunter's shoulder, staring at the other speaker. The other person would shift before finally leaving.

With them gone, ??? would turn to Hunter and ask in a small, quiet voice. "Is this something you to often? Bedding mortals?" There is no reproach in their voice, mere curiosity.

"Are... are you offering?" The answer is befuddled, lacking any kind of heat.

They would tilt their head, mapping the Hunter's features with their eyes.

"No."

Still, they don't leave, sticking to Hunter like a quiet shadow.

Relationship:

A simple look is enough to tell them everything they need to know. ??? would wrap their fingers around Hunter's wrist and drag them away from the stranger.

They would search a quiet spot, potentially the garden before slidding down and resting their head on Hunter's shoulder.

[lara635kookie]

"Tell us you didn't got Snowy Serenity and Eternal Attachment without telling us you didn't got Snowy Serenity and Eternal Attachment"

Me:I try to do everything that slightly remembers a kissing scenario.

Bonus one I accidentaly made of Zayne pinching my MCs nose because it's funny:

On a more serious note, I think I am the only person in the fandom who has bad luck enough to not have gotten not only just one but both of these cards. Yay. Not the kind of exclusive conquest I wanted but I guess it counts.

It's hard to tell which one I wanted more because besides the fact that both cards add important facts to the lore, they are completely different. This is really the only thing they have in common.

Snowy Serenity has everything I like:Angst, a strong woman saving her man, Zayne being clear about his feelings WITH WORDS, a really dark aesthetic that I really like and they kiss MORE THAN ONCE. And they go right into it because those kisses were DEEP. PASSIONATE. Not that I don't like the Doomsday Card, I love it, but THAT ONE RIGHT HERE is the card they were kissing like the world was about to end and that would be the last time they would kiss. Also those kisses show MCs face and not just her back and her hair like all of the other kissing scenes we had so far not only with Zayne but with Xavier and Rafayel(because we haven't got Sylus yet and knowing me I will probably try and lose his too). I also like the fact that Zayne tries to contain himself even though he is THIRSTY and never wanted, never NEEDED, anything in his life like he needed that kiss and he STILL only goes fully into the kiss when he realizes MC is closing her eyes and reaching out too.

However, Eternal Attachment has SMILEY ZAYNE. Seriously, he never looked happier. And never looked more IN LOVE. No, I swear, if MC had any doubts this man was hers she threw them all in the trash after this because OH MY GOD, ZAYNE YOU ARE RAISING THE BAR WAY TOO HIGH!!! STOP BEING THE STANDARD, WE'LL NEVER FIND SOMEONE LIKE YOU IN REAL LIFE!!! No angst at all, just fluff everywhere which is something that I love. And while the kisses were the standard kisses in this game, more delicate and soft and not showing MCs face, MC is the one who starts them! And then Zayne kisses her again. And even though it were just two kisses(in Snowy Serenity you lose count of how many they were), the romantic setup, the buildup to the kiss, the fact that is his birthday, autumn being way too pretty of a season and the perfect scenery(as much as I love Snowy Serenity, an abandoned hq is not exactly the most romantic place in the world), everything is just so perfect. Even though I like angst my man Zayne needs a break from it every once in a while.

What makes me more calm about it is that 1:They are definitely times they kissed off screen or that there was a kiss implied but they didn't show, so I can imagine those. 2:I got Hidden Motive and they definitely had sex in this card so I'll just assume they kissed too during it. And I like how, along with Xavier's, Zayne's card is the one that leaves the impression that they had sex the most. I mean, look at this:

Specially with Xavier, MC goes like:"The memories of last night are still livid in my mind." And then puts a bandage on a "red mark on Xavier's collarbone." I'm sorry, but it doesn't get more obvious than this. Meanwhile, with Sylus and Rafayel I was like "Okay...Did they really have sex or was it just a really intense makeout session?" Because with Rafayel they kiss on the bath tub(that saliva string was SOMETHING) and go back to the room still clothed and we are inclined to think they didn't go all the way because Rafayel is a lemurian, not a human. So does he even know how to do it? Because he probably never done it before and we know how sensitive he can be so is he even ready to it? Can he even take it? And with Sylus we are in the bathroom and it shows him carrying us somewhere so I think this card didn't need much to imply that we really got there. Just something like "After that, we left the bedroom" or anything similar to that would do the work. But instead we just jump to them on the balcony in a way that implies that nothing meaningful happened after the bathroom because both MC and Sylus are not acting different from the start of the trip to the end of it. It seems like they didn't even kiss after leaving the bathroom. It's understandable choice tho because we didn't even got a kissing scene and a confession scene with Sylus yet so jumping right into it would be skipping a lot of steps that the other boys got, which would be unfair to Sylus and us; Sylus girlies. 3:We will probably have a rerun eventually. I don't think we'll have it anytime soon but I imagine it will happen one day so I'll have a second chance. And 4:There will most likely have more kissing cards. I can't miss all of them, right??? (Pls don't answer that)

[ohmotherwhereartthou-if]

Hey. I'm the Anon who asked about the ROs falling into MC arms. To be honest I'm not sad that you reversed roles. I think it's funny. But I'm still curious about the reaction of the ROs falling into MC's arms!

I am so sorry! 😭

I completely miss-read it, but here is the proper response!

Cassandra: I can only imagine that she would fall if you guys were rock climbing, say she misjudged the integrity of a rock and lost her grip as it crumbles beneath her. She would still be attached to a rope but say she is only a few feet up when this happens, falling straight into MC's arms is a very welcomed outcome. She would be embarrassed that she fell but very happy to be in MC's strong arms, she unintentionally would swoon a bit before trying to collect herself. Trying to look and talk stoically but with a furious blush on her face. "Ah, thank you. That was a fortunate catch."

Valeria: This could happen in several different scenarios, but the outcome would always be the same. She would squeak as she lands in MC's arms and giggle hysterically once she sees MC's face at what happened. She would hug MC's neck and pretend to physically swoon in their arms, "Oh, my hero! You are so strong, look at these arms, what lovely muscles.~". Her tone is teasing but she really loves complementing MC because she loves to give them affirmation to just how much she loves them, and how she loves every aspect of them.

Tomás: Not sure how this would happen apart from maybe if he was fixing the roof and slipped, he would be SO irritated with himself for falling but absolutely mortified MC had caught him. He is grateful you broke his fall of course, but to be reminded of MC's strength compared to his own wounds his pride. He knows he isn't very light, so knowing MC had caught him, and making it look so easy too, it makes him very pouty. "....thanks."

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Ludovica: I have little to no clue how this would happen since this woman is so paranoid she is usually practically glued to the ground. But say she does, she would be shocked MC caught her but then cue the romance music because this is straight out of a fairytale. She does physically swoon and looks up at MC with big doey eyes.

"... thank you, my dashing prince/princess..."

Aurelio: I am going to safely say this happened when he was drunk and doing something stupid. Aurelio is pretty tall so if MC caught him and made it look easy, that's a pretty impressive feat. Even while drunk he would be impressed, and I have said it before that is MC is a woman and stronger than him; he gets a little... heated, in the fun way. So while drunk, expect a few flirty jokes and suggestive comments, if MC is a man or a woman. He would just be a bit more down bad if MC is a woman lol. If he isn't drunk (somehow) then he would be less horny, he would instead just make jokes and thank MC for catching him, while asking MC how they get so strong?

Elio: I also can't really see how this would happen, apart if he fell from a ladder or something while getting a book. I think it would be kinda funny actually because while falling I feel like he would just make a "Oh." sound, completely calm and just accepting his fate. When MC catches him he would would just be mildly surprised but respond, "Hm, well that was unexpected. Excellent timing love. I do think we need to get this ladder replaced though, while falling isn't exactly ideal, I would have been fine if I had fell. I do not however, want this to happen to you. Let's put in an order for a stronger one, don't worry about the cost, I know someone who can foot the bill." He says while smirking.

[soulmatesinc-if]

Since someone sent you the famous Orpheus and Eurydice ask, I will send my usual favorite scenario ask too!

RO's thoughts/reactions (either in deep crushing or early relationship stage) if they see something they believe to be a hickey on MC's neck? And afterward they learn it's some sort of bug bite, allergic reaction, burn or other small injury that happens to look exactly like a hickey (probably because MC comments on how annoying it is at some point or put some medicine on it or whatever)?

Thanks and have a great day!

Hitting all the famous ones today I see 😁

I'll go with the courting/flirting stage precondition where we can thrive under all the delicious ambiguity in this scenario :)

A Wyatt They wouldn't miss the chance to fluster them and comment on MC's "passionate and shameless lover" in a tone that assumes they had pearls to clutch, so that would get resolved pretty quickly!

S Powell They wouldn't comment directly, but their very casual and very chill and cool questions about MC's life and day might get a bit more specific, asking if they did anything especially fun. Eventually, I imagine, such a conversation would force Sam to be more direct and lead them to point the spot out to MC, in a "well, I hope that doesn't mean you hurt yourself :)" way. Though they'd only feel cool once MC drops their off-hand explanation on them.

M Romero They wouldn't confront MC or anything but you can bet it will be on their mind constantly. They'd be less verbose than usual, sneaking every glance they get to confirm the suspicion, and until they know they'd even be a bit more detached than usual. Once they actually find out, they'd just be looking at MC wide-eyed, flooded with the immense feeling of relief and extremely happy that for once they managed to keep their heart a bit closer to their chest! Being embarrassed in the romantic department upsets them a lot.