#om! blurbs

[xxgrimml0vrxx]

{9:37 AM} “Oi! Are you two dead in there?!” Mammon shouts as he bangs on Levi’s locked bedroom door. But you don’t even hear him as you curl into Levi’s chest, at the same time Levi’s arms and tail wrap around you a little tighter, pulling you a little closer as you sleep off your latest all nighter.

[l3viat8an]

Nsfw Thinkin’ about demon boyfriend! Who loves having an adorable little human like you under his control~

You’re everything he could ever want!!

He gets drunk on the power he holds over you, the power to give or take away your pleasure as he sees fit~

The way you look at him with stars in your eyes, or even better the way you cry ‘n tremble as he gives you too much.

You cum when he tells you to, whether you want to or not doesn’t really matter, you will cum.

Or he can ruin your orgasm and watch as your sensitive little cunt clenches around nothing…….ripping your pleasure away for his own satisfaction……

[thefallennightmare]

Hi I was wondering if you could do a part 2 to the Matt head cannon where his girlfriend was home and the house got broken into. It would be like how she’s coping with everything after it happened

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PART ONE HERE

You sat up in bed with a start, all of the oxygen being stolen from you as you clawed at your neck, desperate for a in take of air.

"Hey, hey," Matt's soft voice cooed while reaching for your hands. "It's alright."

Your chest rose and fell as the nightmare of the break-in slowly began to fade away.

The break-in was a week ago, but every night since then you awoke with the phantom feeling of hands wrapped around your neck.

Tears brimmed in your eyes as you let out a choked sob when you looked at Matt's exhausted state. Due to your nightmares, you kept him awake most nights.

But he didn't care. He would stay awake 24/7 if it meant you felt safe.

He brought you down to his bare chest, snuggling you guys deeper into the bed. You felt his heartbeat against your cheek, it helping to slow down your heart rate.

"I'm right here, fairy. Nothing is going to happen. Zeus is guarding the door, like he's done the last couple of nights," Matt assured you.

The dog that was a "hand me down" as Matt called him never left your side ever since you got him a few days ago.

"I'm sorry," you sighed. "I can't stop these nightmares."

He brushed a kiss along your hairline. "It's alright. You don't need to keep apologizing. I'll be here as long as you need me."

It wasn't easy but eventually, the nightmares became less and less with each passing night Matt's arms were wrapped around you.

[pen-observing]

synopsis: Selfish or selfless? Rook isn't completely sure himself about that when it comes to you. But, he doesn't need to be. (aka. the one in which he knows about your sleepless habits and can't ignore them.) ft. Leona.

Part 1 of Rook daydream blurbs. (Gn!reader as always).

Rook wishes for many things in his life but as a child he wished for even more. He supposes that his growth and the art of it all is apparent by that same fact. And it is a good thing. It should be a good thing. As a child, he often felt selfishness was something he excelled at even if his wishes were only repeated inside of his own mind. There are plenty things that make up a person. But he is not a selfish individual; its just that..he isn't quite sure when his wishes started extending in your direction.

Like right now, for example, he wishes you were actually on the bench or in the hallway or NRC. And it is such a simple wish - but he knows what the lack of your presence means right now. You have been kind enough to trust him - to gradually unravel before him the deep inner world of your cosmos. It is trust that glues this all together. And he cannot betray it.

So, when Ace asks him if he knows where you are - Rook lies. Not for his selfishness but to make Ace bother someone else with his simple homework instead. But, would keeping the information also make him more self-serving? You are having a bad day and are probably hanging around the Garden somewhere. And, is him tidying up the lab, changing his clothes and then making his way with that place in mind - is it..selfish? Is it selfish to know you need comfort and that he knows he can provide it for you?

He knows because he already has. Somehow, since the first day you came, he couldn't ignore your subtle signs of tiredness and worry. Rook notices those about everyone. Keen eyes are a gift and he has worked hard to perfect his senses. But, just because he notices them does not mean he will approach every single person and offer his own presence.

With you, it happened naturally. It reminds him of the way spring seems to catch up with the sky.

Oh, and there you are, in the botanical gardens - just like he knew you would be. You are hunched over, your eyes resemble of some artistic effort from a veteran's stroke of trying to paint a truly tired person. At least, the gardens are a comfort place to you. Despite the eyebags, he can see how you smile looking around.

"Could you not sleep again? Is that why you are here?" Politeness would order a greeting first but his curiosity of your wellbeing is number one.

"Maybe Ace is right. You know too much for your own good, Rook."

He isn't hurt by your words because they carry a teasing lilt, and you scoot over to make place for him next to you.

Sitting in grass, he can't help but admire how it all feels. Your hand is in his lap before he even speaks again and he smiles.

He moves his fingers on your wrist, circles it softly with his fingertips. It relaxes you, he knows. And he finds it fun to trail your veins. To softly massage your palm and touch your own fingertips. It helps you.

"Epel stayed the night over because of another argument with Vil and he wanted to sleep in my room with Grim. Well, rather, they both fell asleep in my bed while I was reading."

Your eyes are closing more often and a yawn escapes your mouth.

"Mhmm, I see. And did you have any nightmares when you did fall asleep?"

He can see the water on your eyelashes from the yawn and you are already scooting so that you can lay your head down in his lap.

Rook doesn't find it odd. He doesn't question the nature of your relationship just because of it. This happens. It simply does. No need to deny you the satisfaction of rest.

When you lie down, you close your eyes and tell him about your nightmares. They were short but your voice is slowly trailing off, then you say a random sentence unconnected and he knows you will quickly fall asleep. Rook continues to listen and before long, you are completely asleep. And he cooes at you quietly, keeping himself still. His hunts have prepared him for this.

He just hopes whoever is walking this way has enough sense not to wake you up now. Again, he isn't selfish.

"Well, well, what do we have here?" Leona's tone is full of mockery as he scratches the side of his head. "A hunter and a little herbivore. How interesting."

Rook simply smiles at him. Leona not getting a provoked reaction makes him roll his eyes.

"What did I walk into?"

"They have trouble falling asleep in front of other people?"

"And what about you?"

"I am simply not other people, Roi des Lions."

Leona has to roll his eyes again. He doesn't feel the need to question anymore and he leaves. Rook, however, thinks of the answer that left his mouth as if on instinct. Perhaps, he is a bit selfish.

Only a bit. Only for art. And only for you.

A/n: Book 6 has finished some time ago and I am so glad Rook enjoyers are multiplying. I love that little blonde man.

[butmakeitgayblog]

No such thing as too many wips 🫣🫣

You tell that to the people waiting on a MBFW update 😩

[bbnibini]

Some of the things I hate the most in writing a CYOA with a ton of links is:

Having to remember which draft goes first

Having to remember which link to attach to what option

Having to remember which chapter contained a link

Accidentally placing a kudos on your work because you get trigger happy with the bottom buttons. (Please pretend you didn't see it if you read my work 😭)

Forgetting a note you needed to edit and forgetting the HTML code or skin code that needs babying to actually work

That's why working on OTAL had been a needed respite. I hate to part with it but I also really want to finish this fic soon. Expect the update within today or the weekend. Unless I get busy with work again then nvm

[zomb5]

Her skin was writhing and hot against the pink flesh underneath it. It felt unfamiliar. It didn't feel like her own. Was this the real her? Her alone? Was what she did not enough?

It was as if she were blanketed in a long, thin slab of tissue that didn't quite fit her body all the way. Like she was being made from scratch, and someone used the wrong fabric. But, she had done it. Piece by piece, bone by bone, and still; the creation that was her -that was them- didn't feel how she wanted it to. How she painstakingly needed it to. All she felt was herself.

Her own skin clung to her form desperately for any sense of companionship that lay beneath it. Any hint or inkling that there was someone else there. That he was there. And yet. Nothing. It was quiet. So so quiet.

And, like a drain, she felt the once filled cavern within herself empty itself again. It's contents being ripped from her chest and thrown into some sort of omnipotent void that'll eventually laugh at her. That'll tell her how stupid she was for thinking anything differently than what's happened so many times before. That'll shame her for losing another one, for not learning her lesson. That'll criticize her for her wrongdoing. Her crime. Her sin.

[misc-obeyme]

prompt: Lucifer

a/n: Okay I'm going to try to do little blurbs for the Advent Calendar event! I am not guaranteeing that I will I manage to do them all or on time, but I will do what I can lol! I decided I wanted to do little slice of life style drabbles, so here we go with Lucifer! @om-adventcalendar

Lucifer x GN!MC

Warnings: none, this is fluff-tastic

Although you never said as much, it was fairly obvious to everyone in the House of Lamentation that your favorite night of the week was when Lucifer had cooking duty. You would settle at a table in the kitchen, sometimes with your homework to pretend that you simply wanted somewhere quiet to work, and wait for him to arrive.

He would come into the kitchen already changed out of his RAD uniform. His jacket and gloves left behind in his room. He wouldn't even look at you as he unbuttoned his sleeves to roll them up past his elbows. He knew you were there and he didn't seem to be bothered by your presence in the slightest.

So it was tonight as you watched Lucifer gather the ingredients for whatever dish he was preparing that evening. He balanced various items from the fridge in his hands, nudging the door closed with a hip as he brought them to the counter. He gathered jars of spices and brought them over, too. He carefully lined up his tools, a bowl, a whisk, a cutting board, a knife.

You watched him put on a simple black apron, tying it easily behind his back. His attention was fully focused on the task at hand, never once looking up at you.

Lucifer began by picking up a knife to chop ingredients. You watched the way his fingers held a ghost onion as he cut it, the muscles in his arm flexing with each cut of the knife. The way he deftly swept the pieces into a waiting pan. The sure movements of his fingers as he added salt.

You needed to move slightly to see him when he inevitably went to the stove. But you wanted to watch him beside the heat, the shimmering of it rising in front of him. As you did, a single bead of sweat formed on his forehead, threatening to drip down his temple.

Without thinking it through, you picked up a nearby towel and went over to dab the sweat away before it fell into his eyes.

Lucifer put his pan aside onto a cold burner before turning to you, grabbing your wrist to prevent you from backing away.

"Are you attempting to distract me, MC?" he asked quietly, his ruby eyes searching your face, a slight smile of amusement on his lips.

You laughed softly. "Not at all," you said. "I only wanted to help."

Lucifer ran his fingers down your cheek with the hand that wasn't still holding your wrist. "I let you watch me cook because I know you enjoy it. But the moment you get too close, I find it difficult to ignore you. If you wish to observe, then I must ask you to return to your seat."

"And if I don't?" you asked, encouraged by the softness of his touch.

Lucifer shook his head. "Then dinner will never be ready and my brothers will riot."

You grinned. "Oh, well we can't have that. We especially don't want Beel to go hungry."

"Indeed," Lucifer agreed. He let his thumb catch on your bottom lip, pulling it down for a moment before releasing it. "After dinner, I will have nothing to do but give you my undivided attention."

You leaned in to kiss him, brief and sweet, before pulling away from him entirely to return to your seat.

You watched him make the rest of the meal, joined all seven brothers to eat it in the dining room. Despite your interruption, the food was as good as it always was when it was Lucifer's night to cook. You kept catching his eyes on you at the table, hidden smiles passing between you that the others were too busy to notice.

And after the cleanup was done, you found him already at your side, hand extended, ready to escort you to his room for privacy. He had left his gloves off and his skin was warm against yours as you took it. A thrill ran through your veins and into your gut at his touch and you were already at his mercy when you saw the glimmer of light in his eyes.

masterlist | Thank you for reading!

[pinkaditty]

Pervert (Obey Me! Shall we Date)

summary: You are suspecting that someone is stealing your underwear. It will go missing and randomly reappear like it was never gone. You pretend not to notice, but set a little trap for the culprit… And catch them red-handed.

content warning: fem!mc (listed undergarments are stolen, but Mc could be a crossdresser idk) and nsfw is all i think but please lmk if there's anything else here that i forgot to warn abt!

a/n: this is my first everrrr OM! blurb so idk i hope it does well! silent readers won't be blocked but psa that i do appreciate likes and comments <3 however ageless/minor blogs will be blocked thx!

psst! read part 2 here!

MINORS DNI. IM SO SRS. i promise waiting a few years sounds worse than it actually is. please respect my boundary <3

You had suspected someone had been doing it for a while. Your favorite pairs of bras or panties or even your matching sets would randomly disappear from your dirty clothes hamper while waiting to be washed. When you noticed they were missing, you didn't know how to bring up the issue. It wouldn't make any sense if the laundry was switched. As it kept happening, and the clothes kept randomly reappearing and disappearing, you began to feel suspicious. Could it have been possible that someone was stealing them?

When you breached this thought, the prospect nervously excited you. There are only so many reasons for stealing someone's used undergarments, and you were certain you could narrow it down. You did admittedly find it somewhat disturbing, but at the same time, you couldn't help but laugh. Why couldn't they just come to you and ask? It's not like your suitors to be shy. 

Then again, maybe you were overthinking it. Perhaps it was simple curiosity? Maybe someone is fascinated by humans and the clothes they wear or the way they smell? You weren't one to judge, but still. It felt strange regardless of whether it was pure curiosity or unbridled pervertedness.

You continued to put up with it for a while until one fateful day, you caught them. You had purposely left your dirty clothes hamper unattended after dragging it to the laundry room, leaving to grab some scent beads to freshen the wash. As you'd been coming back, you heard someone rooting around in your hamper. You could hear clothes being pushed to the side and frustrated sighs as the hamper teetered back and forth with their frustrated movements. You bit your lip, heart pounding in your chest. You gently turned your head around the doorway arch to peer at the culprit. Steeling yourself, you turned away and straightened up before walking in with a feigned surprised gasp slipping from your lips. It was just in time to see the culprit pick up your favorite pairs of lacy underwear. The culprit, hearing your gasp, quickly turns, color draining from their face before it is quickly replaced by a crimson blush.

Whatever excuses they attempt to stammer out, you don't hear. You simply stare at them, mouth agape, before your feigned surprise melts into a twisted smile. You put your hand over your mouth to stifle a chuckle, and look at them, mirth in your eyes.

"You… You pervert!"

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Lucifer:

To say Lucifer is beyond embarrassed is quite the understatement. He's utterly and undeniably humiliated. His glasses are crooked, his face a blotchy red, and his nose slightly wet from having buried it in the spoils of his efforts; your panties. He clears his throat hurriedly and desperately scrambles for any kind of excuse, including straightening up and attempting to intimidate you. But how could you be intimidated by a man who you'd just seen bury his nose in your panties, drunken look all over his face? You simply laugh at him and hold out your hand, a smirk on your face as you motion for him to hand the panties over, one eyebrow raised. He turns away ashamedly and gently places them in your hand, his shoulders trembling just slightly out of embarrassment.

With his eyes screwed shut and his lips pursed, he stiffly strode towards the exit, as if he could simply leave after all that has transpired here. You reach behind you and grab his vest, tugging him back beside you. In no position to argue, he does not resist. Once he is beside you, you begin to trail your hands across his stomach before going in a straight line up his chest. "You know… " you start, stifling a smirk and biting your lip. You turn to him, but he remains frozen, staring at the exit, as though desperate to escape. You simply continue to trail your hand up his chest, unphased. "Next time, you can just come to me and ask." Your fingers reach his neck, and he flinches, but shows no other movement. You trail your fingers up to his chin before grabbing it and turning his head so his gaze was on you. "There is more where this came from." You hold up your panties, the ones he was just so brazenly burying himself in moments before.

His blush deepened across his face, and he pulled away from you, stiffly making his exit. You only laugh and wonder how long it will take for him to release his pride and ask you for a pair… or two. 

Mammon:

Immediately he is blabbering out a multitude of excuses, excuses, and more excuses. "It's not what ya think, MC! I was just- ah, just um- just checking for my socks!" and "I swear ya've got it all wrong!" and "I'm yer first demon anyway! I should be 'llowed to-" and "Listen, don't ya dare tell Lucifer or Levi or anyone else!!" and more and more excuses and empty threats spilled from his lips, until he finally sank to his knees and quieted, as though asking for forgiveness. All you had to do was silently stare at him, smirking, hand still covering your mouth as you watched him slowly melt and grovel. His face is a deep red and his eyes are watery, lips wet from pressing them against your essence in the panties. He still gripped them in his hands and his fingers trembled as he held them.

Smirking wider, you walk forward to him and bend your knees to face him. "Look at me." You didn't even need to command him. He looks up, eyes still watery and his lips red from him worrying them between his teeth. His face was still a deep shade of crimson, and his heavy breathing made it clear it was a struggle for him to keep eye contact. You smile and hold out your hand, motioning for him to hand over what was rightfully yours. Defeatedly, he hands it over, and clenches his fists in his lap, still trembling. You would have thought he'd have more to say, but perhaps being caught like this was simply too humiliating.

"The Great Mammon is too embarrassed for words, huh? Poor thing." You tease him just a little bit, watching him continue to tremble. For a moment he opened his mouth to retort, but one look at you and he couldn't do it. His mouth closed and he looked down ashamedly.

You laugh at his demeanor, and reach out to gently take his chin in your hand and raise it so he could face you. "Awww, don't be shy. I understand, your first human is truly irresistible." You give him a challenging look, and he gulps nervously. "However, next time, Mammon… All you have to do is ask. I'd be happy to satisfy all your burning curiosities. Besides, there's plenty more of these in that hamper." You lift up your panties with one finger, dangling it in front of his eyes. He bites his lips and his eyes widen at your gesture. He begins to lean towards them, as though attempting to get another whiff. You smile and pull them away from him, laughing at his dejected expression.

"Come on, I have to wash these for now. How about you be good and go wait in your room? Perhaps I'll bring you the ones I'm wearing now." Your enticing offer immediately stifles whatever excuse he was about to shout about the unfairness of it all. He simply nods and scurries away, eager to receive a prize for being obedient. 

Levi:

Levi shrieks like a little girl, fumbling his grip on your panties and dropping them in the heap of other discarded clothes from his prior ransacking. "I… I-I-I… U-Um… I!!!" He stammers, desperately scrambling for an excuse, a way to escape from this embarrassing predicament. He lifts his arms in front of his eyes, shielding himself from your gaze. "I-I DIDN'T MEAN TO!!" He shouts, probably alerting the entire House of Lamentation. He slowly sinks into the corner of the room, curling into a ball as though you were hovering over him. His mumbled "I'm sorry"s and "I'm just a dirty otaku pervert"s are eventually lost to his hiccups and tearless sobs. Gosh, he's so dramatic. 

You just stand there, chuckling to yourself for a moment, before drawing closer, slowly taking short steps towards him. With every click of your shoes on the floor, the more he seemed to cave in on himself, even revealing his tail to curl it around him. His sobs were no longer audible, but he was still shaking, and muttering to himself about how he couldn't believe he'd let himself do that. You sank down to your knees and patted him on the back, partially soothing him and partially asking for his attention. After a few pats he looks up, the most comically distressed look on his face, and immediately hides behind his arms again to protect himself. Before you can say anything, genuine apologies spill from his lips, broken by extreme stammers. "I-I am SO sorry MC, I sh-should never have d-done that, I'll n-never look at you again-" and so on, so forth, each stammered promise more extreme than the last. 

You can only roll your eyes affectionately at his actions. You shake your head and gently tug on his arm, forcing him to peer over it at you. "Well, it's not exactly okay, but next time, please ask me." A mischievous grin spreads across your face as you say this, eager to gauge his reaction.

He blinks at you confusedly, before realization flickers across his face and a crimson blush spreads all over his features. "WH-WHA?!" He exclaims in surprise, jumping as soon as it hit him.

You simply smile and back away, picking up your discarded underwear that he held only moments ago. "Just ask. If you want some." You smirk at him, standing upright and gathering your clothes together to put them all back in the hamper. You glance back at him. "I don't have any except the ones I'm wearing now, so you'll have to wait." You smirk at him and turn away, focusing on the laundry before hearing him slither out of the room, his heavy breathing muffled. 

Satan:

Of all the brothers, to be honest, you least expected him. Even Lucifer wouldn't be much of a surprise, considering how he has no such outlet for being pent up. But Satan had books. And yet, despite all those books, some erotica and some educational, here he was, unsatisfied, seeking the real thing through going through your laundry. On second thought, maybe that was believable. 

He immediately froze, whipping himself around to face you and promptly dropping the panties on the pile of clothes in shock. He stared at you wide-eyed for a moment, before realizing he’d dropped his long-awaited bounty. He ripped his eyes away from you and set them on the panties instead, reaching down to pick them up again, and turning his face away, holding them out to you. He was flushed red, from the height of his cheekbones to the base of his neck. He probably knew that you never would have expected him, which was why being caught was so humiliating to him. You snicker into your hand, and he trembles in embarrassment at your laughter, still holding out the panties. You graciously reach forward and accept them, plucking them from the tips of his fingers. He quickly retracted his hand, still trembling and refusing to look at you.

You would have expected him to be shouting all sorts of profanities and curses alike, anything to deflect and avoid the situation at hand, because he is simply full of wrath. But he simply stood, trembling, and turned away, his eyebrows creased downwards in an unsurprisingly angered expression. Perhaps he was more angry at himself than the situation and that was why he was turned away? Regardless, you placed the underwear back in your hamper and moved to collect the rest of the clothes, and Satan wordlessly helped you, still blushing furiously and refusing to look at you. 

When the task was done and the hamper was full, he made to leave, but you commanded him to stay. Rooted to the spot and unable to move due to your pact, he stayed, but refused to turn to you. His neck was still very red. You approached him from behind and placed a hand on his back, making him jump. You simply chuckled in response and said “Please Satan, the next time those erotica books aren’t doing it for you, you just have to ask.” 

His breathing picked up and his flush grew redder and deeper. You could hear the slight wet sounds of his mouth opening and closing, as though he had something to say. You waited patiently for him to speak, but he eventually growled and stalked off, posture tight as a stitch. You knew he’d cave eventually.

Asmodeus:

Well, this guy’s shameless. The color did indeed drain from his face at first, but it was quickly replaced with a humble blush and a knowing smirk. He was still holding the panties rather close to his face. “Sorry, doll…” He drawls, gazing at you with lidded, suggestive eyes. “Couldn’t help myself.” He giggles after saying that, whisking the panties away from his face and hiding his hand behind his back. He leaned forward and put a finger to his lips, smiling devilishly. “You can keep a secret, right sweetheart? I don’t want my brothers to know about this…” He mock pouts, and you roll your eyes. You’d figured it was him because most of the ones that went missing were pink, and we all know who adores that color. 

You could also tell he knew you weren’t exactly uncomfortable with this, him stealing your intimates for his own personal desires. Of course you weren’t, he was your suitor. You sigh and shake your head. “Sure, Asmo. But, let’s be more polite and ask me next time, okay?”

He throws his head back and laughs, as though genuinely amused at your words. When he finishes laughing, he wipes a tear from his eyes and mutters “Politeness from a demon… Really…” He flips his hair over his shoulder and smiles at you. “If it is what you wish. However…” His voice turned sly and low, as he revealed his hand once again and dangled your panties from his hand. “I’ll be taking these for now, dear.”

You laugh at him, and he simply smiles wider in response. “Well, sure, but… wouldn’t you like a fresher pair?”

The words stop him in his tracks. His eyes widen and his mouth drops open as he realizes your offer. However, he is only shocked for mere moments before smirking again, another blush dusting his cheeks, a drunken look on his face. “Oh, dear!” He squeals, walking over to you and holding your face between his hands, bringing himself very close to you. “I would very much like a fresher pair~. You come to my room later, okay? I’ll be waiting~.” He taps your nose and begins moving away, blowing a kiss your way and winking as he drops the panties into your open palms. 

You wondered what the rest of the day would be like.

Beelzebub:

Honestly, you wouldn’t be surprised if he was doing this simply out of curiosity. You'd be willing to excuse it. Poor guy, didn't know how to approach you so instead resolved to innocently nick away your clothing for innocent, curious inspections. You were prepared to forgive him after giving him a slap on the wrist. 

You are surprised, however, when he starts profusely apologizing, clutching the panties in his hand, muttering about how he just couldn’t satiate his hunger. 

His face is red and his head is bowed forward, not making eye contact with you. Suffice to say this is not what you expected. You cock your head to the side, looking at him curiously. "Beel…" And he immediately looks up obediently. You don't even have to ask. "...What kind of hunger?"

You figured you knew what he meant, but couldn't resist a little teasing. He squirms under your gaze, bowing his head down again and clenching and unclenching his hands, panties still gripped in both. He purses his lips before explaining, "I'm not sure how to explain it, MC, but when I smell you, I get hungry." He is still avoiding your gaze, but you can tell he's being sincere. "And it's not hungry for food, it's more like… a strong, lustful hunger… And I've never felt that before, so I was curious." His head is still bowed shyly, and he's raised his hand to hold out the panties. "I'm sorry, MC. I won't do it again."

You smiled genuinely at his sincerity and apology, your heart swelling just slightly. "No worries, Beel." You take the panties from him and pile them into the hamper. "Will you help me put the clothes back?"

He nods and helps you pile your clothes back into the hamper, a light blush still on his cheeks. Once you're done, you turn to him, smiling mischievously. "Beel. The next time you want a pair, please don't be afraid to ask me, okay? I'll be happy to help you."

Beel bursts into a blush wordlessly, his eyes widening at your offer. Hesitantly, he nods, clenching his eyes shut before turning on his heel and walking away, probably off to the kitchen. He's a glutton, right? He'd be back. 

Belphegor:

Of all demons, the Avatar of Sloth is tirelessly rummaging around in your laundry? Of all types? He looks at you, color still drained from his face, before tiredly huffing and looking down at the spoils of his efforts, probably contemplating if it was all worth it. He sighs and looks up at you again, too tired to be embarrassed, and hands you the panties before collapsing into the pile of your clothes he'd created from his rummaging. He turns over like he's getting ready to sleep, and mutters a quick "Sorry. G'night."

You're tempted to laugh at his actions, and you almost do, but you decide to poke him back awake. He protests a little bit, rolling over back and forth and wiggling out of your reach, before huffing and whining. "Comfy. Smells like you. Tired. G'night." You roll your eyes and decide to use your pact to your advantage.

"Belphegor. Get up."

Suddenly overcome by the power of the pact, he finds it fit to rise off of the pile, taking his sweet time. He stretches, curving his back and whipping his tail around in annoyance. "What? What now?"

"I need to wash these, Belphie. I can't stuff you into the washing machine." You chuckle lightly, moving to gather the pile and place it in the wash.

Belphegor whines in protest. "What about me? Your smell helps me sleep…" He looks away, a light blush on his cheeks.

Your eyebrows rise in surprise. "And this is why you've been stealing my intimates?" He rolls his eyes and quietly mutters something about getting off but waves away his comment before you can respond.

"Doesn't matter." He quiets down and leans against the wall, waiting for you to finish. When you turn to him questioningly, he simply raises an eyebrow. "What? I fully intend to drag you to my room to sleep with me. If I can't have your panties then I'll just have you." He turns away and blushes furiously despite his words being quite direct. You simply laugh.

"Don't worry. I'll be done soon."

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a/n: waaaaaaaaah i hope u all enjoyed! it's a little cringe yea and i apologize if anyone was slightly ooc i did my best!! i don't have a masterlist or anything yet but if u liked this please lmk! i plan on writing one for the other dateables soon!

[sheep-shearing]

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

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

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

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

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

[xxgrimml0vrxx]

♡ Big bad wolf Lucifer knotting his little lamb (you) cooing about how small and vulnerable you look spreed out underneath him and how easy it'd be to break you right in half on his cock ♡

[fanficsat12am]

Hear me out... Kissing Belphie by the forehead whenever you pass by his sleeping figure around the HOL. Before you can leave, he grabs a hold of your shirt/wraps his tail by your waist, pulling you next to him which ensues multiple cuddle sessions <33 Just imagine his sleepy voice saying "Ah ah ah, you've been working too hard. It wont hurt to take a little break"

Walking up to Lucifer while he’s doing paperwork at his desk, kissing his forehead and whispering a soft, “I love you.” before walking away again to do whatever duties you have.

It’s so soft and random, Lucifer just sits there for a minute blushing, before shaking his head and going back to his paperwork.

[fandoms--fluff]

Hello, do you think you could make one of the Mikelsoms' little sister and she is always attached to baby Hope?

Playing

Flufftober, October 21st

Baby Mikaelson sister reader x Hope mikaelson (and Hayley&Klaus)

A/n: Sorry for it being a bit of a shorter blurb. But I hope you like it nonetheless.

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"Hi, Hopey" You whisper and drag over the footstool from the corner of Hope's nursery. The one year old looks over to you and gurgles happily to see you.

"Shhh. We don' wan' anyone to 'ome" You tell the baby as you swing your leg over the railing of the wooden crib. Quickly, you push off the stool and swing your body all the way over the crib and land beside where Hope's now sitting up.

You cuddle up with Hope in the soft blanket and you both snuggle together. Without making too much noise, you guys play your own little game you both made up with your guys' hands. It's basically just stacking them on top of each others until you both get confused and start over.

Before you realize how much noise you guys are making, you're both giggling like little machines. Which the noise draws in Hayley and Klaus from the hallway.

"What are you two troublemakers up to?" Hayley asks and leans against the crib railing.

The two of you look up from your guys' hands to the hybrid woman. "Mama" Hope says, acknowledging her first. "Hi, Baby Girl" Hayley's smile grows.

You look to the person beside Hayley when she picks Hope up. "Niky" Your face lights up. "Hey, Love" Klaus lifts you as well from the crib.

"Now what have we talked about climbing the stool into Hope's bed?" He raises an eyebrow. "Nofing" You hide your face in Klaus' chest.

"Oh, I believe you all right" Klaus says, smirking over to where Hayley chuckles.

You lift your head from your big brother's chest and then reach over to Hope, just like how Hope is doing to you. "Well, it looks like you two are inseparable today, huh?" Hayley smiles and motions Klaus to follow her into her connected bedroom.

He follows and places you on the bed beside where Hayley placed Hope in the middle. She places pillows around the both of you while Kluas brings the bin of toys from the corner of her bedroom next to the wardrobe.

He places it in front of the two of you, "Go for it, loves" He tells you guys and you both grab some toys out of the bin.

As you guys play with the toys, stacking them and building different 'worlds' on the bed while giggling and having fun. You guys never seem to get bored when you're together and Hayley thinks it's so wonderful it turned out to be this way.

Klaus and Hayley watch, leaning into each other, adoration adn love in their eyes. They haven't always been on the same terms, but now they've mostly worked out their issues for the two of you, (mostly is the key word).

[sweetestcaptainhughes]

#73 with John Marino please!

So this turned out way longer than a blurb, but I guess that's to make up for the fact that I am answering it two months later... (also I stopped and started this so many times that I'm not even sure what this ending is 😂😂)

Drabble Masterlist

"Is their a reason your naked in my bed?"

John was an old friend from Harvard, you both always tethered between the line of friends and possibly could be something more, but neither of you ever pulled the trigger to try scared of the possible disaster that it could cause. Once he got called up by the Penguins that didn't change, the only thing that did was that both of you were too busy to ever see each other anymore. But that didn't stop you both from staying in touch when you could even when he was traded to to the Devils, neither of you willing to leave the other behind as just a 'friend from college.'

Once John got traded to Utah, it's as if the universe was finally alining to bring you both back together in some sort of capacity. It seemed that the company you worked for wanted you to go work in Salt Lake City for the next six months, in an attempt to get the firm a new client. When you called John to tell him that you both should catch up and get dinner when you get into town, his response in his calm voice, you could hear his smile as he responds with"Forget dinner. Move in."

At first you told him no and that you could afford your own place, plus since the firm was moving you they were planning to put you in a hotel for a while anyway, which lead to him annoyingly reminding you that he is well aware that you can afford your own place, and that his apartment is way more comfortable than any hotel plus that he misses you. Dramatically sighing you realized that John was not going to let this go, so you agreed that instead of going to a hotel, you would live for him for the first month BEFORE getting your own place eventually.

And it was great, even with John not starting the season due to an injury he got while training, and even with him needing surgry and rehab. Being around John again, reminded you how much you missed him. Even though you never did anything in college, it reminded you of your feelings that you thought you got over but apparently you didn't, and they only intensified when you saw him again. Late night snacks, movie marathons, new and old inside jokes, it only grew the two of you closer and made you realize you in love with him and it scared the shit outta you.

John was on his first roadie since the new season started and your chest physically ached as you sat on the coach. Somehow, you weren't even sure how you missed someone this badly when you went so many years without seeing them. The only other friend you had in the city, a friend from your hometown who happened to end up in Utah, called you and told you that she was going to come pick you up for drinks because laying on the coach missing someone who wasn't even hers to miss, was a waste of a good Saturday night. Which is how you ended up, now stumbling out of the Uber, your friend bidding you goodbye, after way too many shots, finally somehow opening your door. Immediately you decided clothes were too much and since John wasn't suppose to be home until tomorrow night you just started stripping as you made the way to your bed. As soon as you stumbled into your room, and your bed hit your pillow as you crawled under the sheets, sleep overtook you, as the scent of John's cologne filled your nose.

The next time you woke up, a blurry John's head was over you, speaking although you couldn't understand what he was saying possibly still a little drunk. Throwing your arms up at him, "Johnny you 'ome." in a very high pitched happy voice, as you attempted to pull him down to you, which was a complete fail because John didn't want to be pulled down.

"Y/N is their a reason your naked in my bed." his voice deep, as if he's struggling to keep an even voice, once his words registered, you slowly blinked and rubbed your eyes, sitting up looking around to see that you weren't in your room, you were in fact in his king size bed, with the sheets slowly riding down and you became extremely aware that you were naked.

"I- I -" your voice breaking, as you felt like you wanted to cry due to embarrassment, your throat was becoming tighter, your cheeks flushed, as you tried to cover up as much of yourself as you could. Ducking your head, and laying back down you pulled the sheets over your head in your attempt to hide.

"Y/N." he said in a more stern voice.

"Please leave." you begged.

"You're in my room baby." he argued. 'baby' he only use to call you that in college, when you were both drunk, and somehow it still causes your stomach to abrupt in butterflies. His hands, went to rub up and down your side, and back, as if his touch would convince you to stop hiding. "baby?" he softly cooed.

"Stop." you barked. "you're being meeeaann."

John let out a chuckle, not that he was laughing more out of shock for the situation he found himself in. "how am I being mean?" he asked.

Speaking extremely fast, almost like if you didn't get the words out now you never will. "you haven't called me that since we were 19 years old, and now you called me it twice in a minute, just cause I fucked up."

"What 'baby'?" he softly asked, and although you were still hiding and refusing to come out from under his covers, he could see your head nodding 'yes' to his question. "I just haven' seen you in person 'sall. And I swear you only let your guard down in person, which is when you act adorable like a baby." he tried to explain, but even as the words were coming out, he realized how wrong his explanation sounded. "Y/N can you please come out from under the covers, I can't talk to you like this."

Still refusing to get up, John got up and Y/N was hopeful that he would actually leave so she could get dressed and go to hide in her room for the rest the day, while she looked for apartments online. Y/N's hope was crushed when she felt the bed dip again, "here baby. I brought you a shirt, sit up please." he begged, desperately craving to see her face. Slowly she removed the comforter from her face, covering herself she sat up as she let John take care of her, he put his t-shirt over her head, smothering her messy hair, then he handed her a clean pair of his boxers so that you could wear them as shorts.

"I was drunk, and I thought it was my room, but I guess my body just wanted to feel close to you." softly you explained. "cause I missed you, like a lot."

"I missed you too. Scoot over baby " he whispered as he lifted the blankets, softly he laid where you were and pulled you into his, automatically you bodies became a pile of limbs, as John bent down so he could hide in the crock of your neck.

"Johnny?" you whisper, he makes a sound to show he's listening. "What are we doing?" your voice cracking, the tears that were threatening to spill earlier coming back, your throat chocking up.

"Y/N." he dragged your name out, like it was a sacred prayer.

"No seriously, you come home and I'm naked in YOUR bed, and you don't even yell or anything. It's like you don't even care." Your voice raising with every word, John's head leaves the warmth of your neck to crease his eyebrows, his confusion clear on your face. "Don't play games with me. I'm tired of it. Either make a move, or let me leave."

Y/N didn't wanna stick around for John's answer, you started to untangle yourself from him, as he pulls you back by your wrist. John takes both his hands to cradle your face, “I’m tired of playing games too” he whispers, as his eyes glance at your lips and back to your eyes silently begging if he can close the gap. Softly you nod your head, and within seconds John is kissing you, at first soft but quickly desperate and needy as if all the years of pinning can be made up by the one kiss.

[pen-observing]

hi! just wanted to say that i got so happy when i saw your like on my ayato fic 😭😭😭

asjdlaskdlk omg whyy,,i am but a humble ayato content seeker!! i liked it so i could read it later and i am vv glad you are here so that i can tell you what i think !!

Idk why but recently i have been imagining ayato in grand narratives only like - a king out for revenge because his beloved was taken or a spirit trapped in a sword or a government figure trying to love someone who lost their memory - my point being; i forgot how fun and enjoyable it was to imagine him in the small moments that you have described !!

because !! he is so sly !! and he cares about the public opinion but only to uphold standing but he is a spoilt rascal too!! you nailed it! like, he WILL hold u close and enjoy that you're all like =?=!$(%AR what?!"??:::

hihi thank you for reminding me of that

[webslingingslasher]

i was just rewatching tasm and now i cant stop thinking about frat!peter with glasses like .. idk if you have already done a blurb or something about it but yeah my mind is going wild rn just wanted to share this thought with you

when he's extra stressed and tired and needs a little boost he pulls them out.

you've never seen him in them and don't know they exist. peter may have also forgotten you were spending the night.

until you shut his bedroom door with your hip, tossing your bag to his floor. 'hi, hands...ome.' you've got a thousand yard stare on his face.

'hi, trou...ble. walk safely?'

you point and blink blankly. 'glasses.' peter's fingertips touch the sides of his frames, he's been in the zone for hours and forgot he shoved them on. 'ah, you figured out my secret.'

'you look very nice in them.' peter smiles brightly, 'thank you, trouble.'

he looked so soft in them, almost geeky. and it lit something up inside of you. it takes you seconds before you're sitting on his lap. you lightly trace over the black, a small smudge on the corner of his lense makes you smile slightly.

'can i try them on?'

peter always hated the question, and would stare unamused at kids in school when they asked him. but when you asked he found it adorable, nodding a quick 'sure' before you lightly pulled them from around his ears.

you looked around the room, then your hands and landing on touching peter's face. 'wow. do you wear contacts all the time?' because, it's really poor vision.

peter sets them back on the desk when you hand them over, you frown and pick them up to put them back where they belonged. he looked lovely.

'no, i really only need them when i'm tired. something about stress or whatever.'

'they look cute on you, you should get tired more often.'

peter kisses your cheek, 'i love how you can romanticize a medical device.'