#om! x chubby reader

[l3viat8an]

idk if it’s just me but ANGRY SEX omfg like imagine they just get so angry they HAVE to pound the shit out of you 🤭🤭 - 🪰

Nsfw

I got like 9 asks about angry /  rough sex in like an hour the other day from different anons are y’all okay? Just horny?

CW: angry / rough-ish sex, afab! reader, pick your boy cuz I couldn’t lmao

You don’t even remember what the fight was about…did you even have an argument?…Your mind is too fuzzy to think straight…..

Not right now anyway, not while he has you pressed against the wall with your legs wrapped around his waist…not while he’s pounding into you so roughly, all you can do is moan and claw at his shirt trying to ground yourself.

Hell he’d practically ripped off, mumbling about getting them out of his way. Not that you care right now-

Your too busy moaning, whining with every movement of his hips, every slide of his cock in and out of your poor abused cunt….

His fingers digging into you ass so hard you’ll definitely have little bruises tomorrow. All while he keeps nipping and sucking at your neck, making sure to mark you as his even when he’s angry. Especially when he’s angry

Only pausing to whisper degrading words right in your ear, mocking you for letting him fuck you like this even after you said you were mad at him, even after yelling at each other….calling you a whore, his whore and asking if you knew you’d end up like this?

You both knew you’ll always end up like this-

Your eyes fall closed as you moan louder….begging for more…until you let out a surprised gasp as he pulls you away from the wall, your arms tightening around his shoulders at the sudden shift and now he’s using his grip on your ass to bounce you on his cock, chuckling at your startled expression.

You can only whine louder and hold on tighter as he uses you as a little fuck toy……you’d be embarrassed if it didn’t feel so fucking good-

Maybe you really did deserve the way he mocked you-

His cock keeps hitting your sweet spot inside you just perfectly~

Hearing him groan in your ear as you cum around his cock.

Seeing that damn smirk on his face when your walls keep spasming around his cock, as if you still want more even deeper inside, and he taunts you by calling you a slut….his slut as he moves, dropping you on bed.

Pushing you down as he trusts into you again, moving his hips faster and faster until he’s pounding into you again….until he’s cumming…..moaning your name as he stuffs your poor little cunt with his sticky cum….

[aventurineswife]

hcs for a chubby!reader dating both beel and belphie?

Beel and Belphie with a Chubby!Reader Hcs

Tags: Beelzebub x Reader x Belphegor, Poly Relationship, Fluff, Comfort, Body Positivity, Headcanons, Soft Moments, Chubby!Reader, Affectionate Beel, Caring Belphie.

A/N: It's been awhile since I've last seen anything of obey me, so this is just out of memory!

Both Beel and Belphie adore you just the way you are (🫶). Beel is especially vocal about how much he loves your curves. He’ll frequently shower you with compliments like “You’re perfect just the way you are, MC.” while hugging you from behind or snacking on his favorite food. Belphie, while quieter, shows his appreciation by curling up next to you during naps, letting his head rest comfortably on your lap. You’ll often catch him looking at you with a fond smile when he thinks you’re not paying attention.

Beel loves to spoon with you, his muscular form pressed against your back as he enjoys the warmth and comfort you provide. He’s big on physical affection, so he’s always trying to pull you into his lap or hug you tightly. Belphie, on the other hand, is a master of the lazy cuddle. He’s happy just lying next to you, using your belly as his pillow, and occasionally complaining about the lack of proper napping spots. He’ll sigh contentedly, muttering something like, "This is the best pillow ever." as he drifts into sleep.

Food is a big part of your relationship with Beel. He’ll literally offer you the last piece of pizza or snacks and make sure you’re well-fed at all times. He sees food as a bonding experience, and you two will often be found sharing large meals together. Belphie, while less obsessed with food, enjoys watching you and Beel stuff yourselves while he lazily munches on a snack. He secretly finds the way you both enjoy food together cute, even if he acts indifferent.

Belphie and you are often found lounging around, indulging in your favorite activities—watching movies, playing video games, or simply napping. Beel will sometimes join in, though he prefers a bit more activity, so you’ll catch him getting excited about taking you both on a walk or to the gym to do something physically challenging (but still in a loving, non-intense way). Belphie will roll his eyes at Beel’s enthusiasm but secretly loves having the two of you around to keep him company during his naps.

Beel is the type to support you no matter what, especially if you have any insecurities about your body. He’ll make sure you always know how beautiful you are to him, constantly reassuring you that he finds you perfect in every way. Belphie, while more quiet about it, will often catch you off guard with subtle compliments like “Stop worrying about your weight. I like the way you are.” He may act indifferent, but he’s always protecting you from anyone who dares make negative comments, even if it means throwing a punch or two.

While Beel is generally respectful, he has a playful side, and his teasing often centers around how much you eat. He might jokingly ask, "Are you going to eat all that?" when you’re having a big meal, but it’s always said with love. Belphie, being more cynical, might make fun of Beel's excessive food obsession, but it’s clear he loves seeing how happy you both get when you're eating together. He’ll even grab some snacks and sit with you, occasionally scoffing with a grin, "Don’t eat it all, I need some too."

The dynamic between Beel and Belphie is balanced when it comes to caring for you. Beel is always there to offer you love, attention, and endless snacks, while Belphie brings a level of calm, making sure you’re at ease when you're feeling tired or overwhelmed. You can always count on Beel for a fun and high-energy day out, while Belphie is there to wind down the day with a peaceful nap and comfort.

Beel's presence in the kitchen is always a sight to behold, especially when he’s cooking for you. He’ll make sure your favorite meal is ready and won’t hesitate to spoil you. Belphie, who’s not exactly known for his culinary skills, prefers to observe and relax while you and Beel take the lead. He’ll tease you about “overindulging” but secretly appreciates your hearty appetite.

When you're feeling down, Beel will shower you with affection, hugs, and your favorite food to cheer you up. He’s incredibly empathetic, knowing just how to comfort you when you're feeling vulnerable. Belphie might not outwardly express concern, but you’ll find him subtly caring for you in his own way, whether it’s by making sure you're tucked in for a nap or keeping you company in silence, his presence offering reassurance.

Beel and Belphie understand your struggles with body image, and they’ll help you overcome those feelings. Beel will always affirm that your body is something he loves, while Belphie will occasionally give you moments of clarity with his dry wit, saying things like, "You’re fine the way you are. Not everyone’s meant to look like Lucifer, you know?" Both brothers have a way of making you feel loved and special in their own, unique styles.

[squiddy-god]

beel cuddleing his +sized s/o

Hngghh more re uploads! As a reminder a lot of these are older so keep that in mind lmao- also I don't have a beta reader! So no beta we die like men. Especially on these older fics I haven't seen in years.

♥︎REQUEST ARE OPEN♥︎ don't be shy, send request for any of the fandoms on my fandom list, you can even recommend shows/games if they aren't there. Or even if you just want to chat! Anon is also always open!

Beel absolutely loves cuddles

Likes to lay on your chest or your stomach because it makes him feel close to you

Shares his snacks when you two cuddle 

Always kisses your tummy 

He's so gentle with you because he knows he's a strong boy and doesn't wanna hurt you ❤🥺✨

Likes to trace things on your skin while he munches on something like chips 

Also likes it when you lay on him and he can just engulf you in his arms

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You patted beels fluffy orange hair and smiled. His strong arms were wrapped around your waist as his head rested part on your chest and part on your stomach. One of his large hands rubbed your stomach, your shirt pushed up slightly, his hands were always so warm when you cuddled, he was like a space heater. 

His fingers traced along the lines on your stomach, lips placing a few kisses as he snuggles closer to you. A gentle, rumbling hum left his chest as you kissed the top of his head. 

Your legs were tangled together, your soft thighs rubbing against his. Beel always loved these moments, the ones were he could hold you and keep you safe in his arms. 

Beel always loved to cuddle with you, to rest his head on your soft stomach and squeeze your sides, he loved to feel your arms wrap around his while your fingers played with his hair. 

"Y/n" He said, his voice slightly muffled by your stomach. "Yeah beel? You asked looking into his bright ombre eyes. He gave you a closed eye smile, light pink dusting his cheeks. " I love you, cupcake" 

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[certifiedlucifersimp]

Baby!Satan : Goodnight Mammon

Mammon : Good night

Mammon : *accidently leaves the door a little bit open*

Baby!Satan : .........

Baby!Satan : *combusts*

[didi-writes]

Hi! I was wondering if you could do some fluffy headcanons for mammon, and beel with a chubby reader who gets insecure if they still like them?

Thank you sm 🫶🏻

꒰��੭・how beel and mammon reassure insecure reader hcs .

characters : 3,297

warnings: mentions of insecurities, feeling upset over your appearance and slight jealousy feelings.

notes : a little angst + fluff , gender neutral reader hi!! hopefully you like them ^^ i apologize for not really making em headcanons though, hope that's not an issue. not proofread so sorry for any possible grammar mistakes.

— Beelzebub .

As of recently you had been feeling quite down about your appearance, insecurities were still something that would torment your thoughts every now and then. And today was another one of those days.

Beel noticed how you were more kept to yourself as he gulfed down another cheeseburger. He stared at you before speaking. "Y/N??" he asks. Beel noticed your rather sad expression as you looked up at the red haired demon sitting in front of you on his bed.

"are you sad Y/N??.." Beel asked softly, focusing his attention on you. As you sighed his expression softened further. "do you still...like me? at all? i mean, i feel so unattractive sometimes Beel" you replied quietly.

Beel furrowed his brows as soon as he heard you talking negatively about yourself. "Y/N. did someone make u feel this way?" he asks, his vibe shifting from concern to serious.

"No..just myself i guess" you'd reply, staring back at the guy. His expression softens again as he pulls you into his arms up onto his lap. Beel wraps his arms around your figure, resting his chin onto your shoulder, his hold firm.

"Yes, i do still like you. you make me feel warm on the inside. You make me feel full, but in a different way than food does and when im with you i always feel better Y/N. And i think you are very attractive, you're so soft and i love holding you...i love you Y/N..a lot, please do not feel this way, i will always like you" Beel replied, his firm hands softly caressing your stomach and sides as he continued to hold you. He kissed your shoulder and smiled when he heard you let out a soft sigh, relaxing into his hug.

He would spend the rest of his day around you and making sure you know he only has eyes for you! (and food of course)

— Mammon .

Mammon and you were together in his room like usual, hanging out. He counted his money he had earned from his recent modelling gig. He got up and stretched, letting out a happy sigh. "Y/N!! Your oh-so very great and amazing boyfriend earned 7,000 Grimm! aren't ya proud of me?" He said, turning around to face you.

You looked up, lost in thought as you forced a quick smile nodding as Mammon waved the bills around. "mhmm, good job" You'd add, your tone slightly upset, which Mammon took notice of.

"What's got ya so down?.." He asked, plopping down onto the couch next to you. You sigh and shake your head, telling him it's nothing. Mammon didn't let go of it and got closer towards you, speaking in a soft manner. "cmon..what's wrong??".

"Do you still like me?? i mean..im not even remotely as good looking as the people you're constantly surrounded with" You said, staring at Mammon. He furrowed his brows, his hands moving to your face to cup your cheeks.

"How dare ya believe the great Mammon wouldn't like you Y/N. i very much like you...you're the most attractive looking person in all 3 worlds to me. I wouldn't dare think otherwise, your my human, and you always will be....i love you.." He replies, muttering the 'i love you'

Mammon pulled you closely, hugging you tightly as he softly petted your head. "I wouldn't wish to have anyone else in my arms rn...your beautiful/handsome Y/N, i mean it." He added, placing a kiss onto your head. You looked up at him, noticing his cheeks flushed red. You smiled, hugging him back as he denied his blush.

thank you sm for reading! have a great day or night ♡

[chubbunnyy]

i’ve just been thinking about teasing a subby mammon

he comes into your room late at night whining about homework, hoping that you’ll be his distraction. “y/n, baby please. I don’t wanna do it” he’s whining like a child.

you scold him and mention how upset lucifer is gonna be if he doesn’t finish it. so he complies and sits at your desk, grumbling his frustrations out as he works.

after a few minutes you decide that maybe he just needs a little motivation… what harm could some motivation do? you walk over behind him and place your hands on his shoulders, gingerly rubbing your thumbs on the back of his neck. “how’s the homework coming?” you ask as you lean down, your lips near his ear

now this man freezes. “y-yeah it’s fine.”

you trail your finger down his neck “yeah? looks like you only have a few questions left…” you coo, your finger gently passes his collarbone

he nods, his breath hitching in his throat

“maybe i could… reward you when you’re done?”

he looks up to meet your lustful gaze.

“…please?”

you gently place your palm on his clothed cock, you could feel how hard it was already “were you hard when you came in earlier?” you tease, nibbling at his ear

he gasps and bucks upward into your palm, begging for friction “y-yes…. m’sorry”

you giggle and start to gently rub his cock through his pants “no need to be sorry” you start to pepper soft kisses to his neck “just do your work and then i’ll take care of you, okay?”

lmk if i should continue this >:D

[stellawish]

the sweetest thing

i’m just obsessed with dad!gojo :> genre: fluff, domestic life pairing: dad!gojo x mom!reader

"...3, 4, 5. Here are our little fingers! Om-nom-nom!" You hear your son giggled. Seeing his reaction, Satoru continued, "Mmm so delicious! Ah, those cheeks! I’m gonna eat them now" He poked the baby's cheeks and began to smooch them. In response, the little boy was covered with another wave of giggles.

Satoru heard you enter the bedroom and turned with a gentle smile. You climbed onto the large bed and lay down on your stomach, right next to them. You gently stroked the soft white hair on your son's head while Satoru continued to shower his plump belly with kisses and tickling. The kid saw you and pulled his chubby little hands in your direction. In his eyes, you saw a plea, help me mommy!

You giggled and touched Satoru's shoulder. He raised his head and looked at you with his rosy cheeks. His lips folded into a smile. He looked absolutely beautiful.

You couldn't resist and reached out to him for a kiss. He met you halfway. Your lips gently touched. The kiss expressed gratitude for the gift of happiness and love. Your hand lightly stroked his shoulder.

In the background your baby cooed, and you briefly separated. You pecked his lips once more and then turned your attention to your little boy. His long white eyelashes fluttered a couple of times, and he smiled toothlessly at you, exposing his dimples.

You poked his chubby cheek with your finger and cooed, "Aren't you the cutest baby in the whole world?" He caught your finger in his little palm and squealed. Satoru lightly tickled his exposed tummy, and the baby giggled

"Satoru, stop pestering him! My poor baby," you exclaimed.

He whined back, "But babe, I can't! Look at him! Our baby is so cute and so squishy I wanna eat him." To prove his words, Gojo bit the little boy's chubby thigh. Your baby squeaked.

Maybe it's biased, but you do think that your baby is the most precious baby you've ever seen.

You cooed while kissing his little hand. "You look so much like Daddy! I carried you in my tummy for 9 months, but even shape of your nails are exactly like his." You feigned resentment and pouted.

Satoru wrapped his right arm around you and continued to whine."But baby, is it so bad that he looks like me? Look." He moved his face closer to his son’s and said,

"Look, aren’t we the cutest thing you've ever seen in your life?" His eyebrows expressed sadness, but you could see mischief in his blue eyes.

He batted his white eyelashes a couple of times, and his pink lips twitched and stretched into a wide smile; his dimples became even more noticeable. To his left, the exact same smiling eyes, thin nose, and dimples looked at you.

Of course, it was the sweetest thing you've ever seen.

more dad!gojo HERE

hey guys! this is my first work here so please be nice) English isn’t my first language so there could be some grammar errors etc.

dividers by 2. @enchanthings

[l3viat8an]

diavolo's going through paperwork, bored out of his mind, until he gets a text from barbatos that's just an audio recording. dia presses play, only for his eyes to widen upon hearing wet slapping sounds, and moans that clearly belong to mc. he hears barbatos humming, and praising mc for taking his cock so well. dia can feel himself getting hard, and then:

"so good for me... you'll also be good for the young master, right mc? after all, i'm only stretching you out for him, so he can take you all for himself later. or maybe... you'd like it if him and i took you at the same time, until you're nothing but an even more pathetic mess for us. do you want that, darling? for the young master and i to use you until you break?"

there's some silence, but barbatos laughs again.

"you do? well, hopefully the young master can finish his work soon. i would hate to make you wait."

dia speeds through his paperwork faster than ever before.

Nsfw content MDNI

Diavolo speeding through his paperwork and barging in on you and Barbatos-

Ooooor Barbatos sending a few pictures to encourage Diavolo even more. The pictures are of you spread out on the bed, skin flushed and your hole ready and waiting for the young master~

[gemini-sensei]

Samantha LaRusso x Lawrence!Reader Blurb

Chubby!Fem!Reader ○ NSFW

Sweet giggles filled the cab of Sam's car as Reader's lips tickled her neck. They were laying in the backseat, Reader on top of Sam and she was living for it. The smaller girl loved the feeling of Reader's weight on top of her and just because of that simple fact, she felt her panties getting wet.

Reader started sucking on her neck, right on the spot that made Sam moan softly. Her fingers dug into Reader's fat ass and pulled her closer. She made the bigger girl grind against her hips as the interior of her car grew warmer. She continued to moan softly as they rubbed their hips together.

Then Reader puls away from her and grinned down at Sam's flushed cheeks. "I want you."

"Then have me," Sam panted softly.

Reader continued down her chest until she got to Sam's shirt collar, slipping her hands down to her pants while Sam tugged at her top. She managed to pull it over her head and allowed Reader to kiss the tops of her breasts and suck quick marks onto them. All the while, Reader's hands made fast work of the button on her shorts to push them down. Once they were around her knees, Reader toyed with Sam's soaked through panties, pushing the wet fabric against her folds and searching for her clit. Her mouth and other hand continued to play with her tits, pulling her bra cups down for better access.

"Om my god," Sam let outbas Reader brushed her clit. She arched her back, pushing her chest into Reader's mouth, who started swirling her tongue around her nipple and making her shudder. She teased her clit further. "Oh, Reader! More!"

Witht the request, Reader pulled Sam's panties aside and slid a finger between her folds. She spread her wetness around before pushing her middle finger into her. Sam's hips wiggled in response, grinding her clit against Reader's palm. She moaned and sighed as the pleasure warm her body.

"You like it when I play with this pretty pussy," Reader groaned against Sam's breast. She looked up at her with dark eyes, smirking as Sam whimpered and nodded. She bite on her nipple gently and pulled on it, making Sam moan loudly. She let go. "You lo e being my little play thing, huh?"

"I do."

"Yeah, you do."

Reader fthrust her finger in and out of Sam's wet cunt for a little while before pulling it out and undoing her own shorts. She kicked them off while Sam turned over onto her side, assuming the position they both loved so much. She lifted her leg and rested it on the back of the seat, foot caught on the headrest just behind Reader's head.

Once she had both their panties off, Reader straddled Sam's thigh and guided her hips to Sam's, their warm, wet cunts meeting and they starts rubbing against each other almost instantly. Reader wrapped an arm around Sam's other leg and pulled it onto her shoulder, gaining leverage so she could grind down on Sam harder. Her other hand reached our and grabbed her girlfriend's tit, squeezing it hard.

Then Reader smirked. "Imagine what our dad's would think if they caught us like this."

Sam's already red cheeks burned brighter, but it didnt stop her hips from moving with Reader's. "Oh... oh, he'd be so mad."

"My dad would be pissed," Reader huffed. "He'd probably try to stop me from seeing you just because he hates your dad so much."

Ever the romantic, Sam asked, "Does that - oh! - does that make me your Juliet?"

Reader grinned. "So long as we don't die at the end. The only thing that's about to kill you is how much h pleasure I'm gonna give you."

She tweaked Sam's nipple between her fingers and brought her other hand down to Sam's ass, giving it a hard smack. Sam jolted and her hips moved hard against Reader's. They continued like that, Sam reaching up to hold onto the door behind her head. She moaned loudly, loving the stinging pain that came with each smack to her ass. It was amazing.

And it was only the beginning.

[pervysenpaix]

18+ NSFW CONTENT | MDNI Part 1 Part 2

Satan was silent. Brows pinched together in a pensive fashion as he tried to read his book. Key word tried. It was hard to focus because all he could think about was you and how good you felt wrapped around his cock last night. How you moaned when he lifted your lower half, digging his nails into your hip while he crushed your pelvises together. The way your eyes rolled back when he switched to demon form mid thrust, already huge cock growing at least 4 inches longer and 2 inches wider. The sounds that left your chest when his forked tongue flickered over your pebbling nipples, teasing them into stiff peaks and sending little shocks of pleasure to your core. His favorite was the tears that fell when he used the acidic tip of his tail to carve “Satan’s Slut” and a pentagram on your lower abdomen, right above your pretty little pussy. He fucked you senseless and it was amazing. Even through the pain, the bruises, bite marks and tears , you still begged for more. Still clung to him with a needy expression on your face. Still spread your legs impossibly wider trying to accommodate his massive demon form. You still reached out to cup his cheeks and pull him into an almost romantic kiss while he was spearing your womb. And the craziest part is - that’s what made him cum. When your soft lips touched his and you whined like it the only thing you ever wanted, he lost it. Speeding up to a maddening pace and spilling all inside your gummy walls. Pushing you (and himself) into overstimulation as he fucked his seed into you, relishing the way you milked his cock. Staring at how your tight little hole stretched over him and leaked white streams to the side. He couldn’t stop stroking even while he was cumming because it felt so good and his fingers were squeezing your hips so hard that the skin broke , leaving matching claw marks to frame his signature. He didn’t realize how much you came until he felt the warm stream stop , replaced by a cold wetness that lingered on his abdomen. Didn’t know how loud you were screaming until it became deafeningly silent aside from his heavy breathing and the squelching of your cunt. Fuck. He’d pushed you too far. Because now you were laying beneath him unconscious, covered in blood and cum. He grew still because for a moment he thought he’d killed you, but then he noticed your shallow breathes and cute snores. So he picked up your naked body, carrying you back to his room and into his person bathroom. Where he bathed you, gently cleaned each wound and kissed over it. Tied a scarf over your head and placed you on his bed, naked because he didn’t want to upset the cuts, covered you with pillows and blankets so you’d be comfortable and the settled himself in the armchair across from the bed. He’d been there all night. Waiting for you to wake up. Waiting for you to scream, cry, call him a monster. Waiting for you to flinch away and tell him to never speak to you again. Waiting for you to tell him you hate him. He felt so guilty. That’s why he’s been reading the same paragraph for 2 hours. Because he was filled with anxiety about losing you after he’d just gotten a taste. Shit. He should’ve been gentler. You started to stir and stretch in his bed, wincing when you felt the pain in your muscles. He cleared his throat to get your attention, preparing himself for your fury. But- to his surprise you didn’t scream when your eyes met his. You smiled. That’s when he knew he was fucked.

[biting-you]

I’m at work so I’m my brain is obviously craving comfort affection which means I’m gonna be simpin’ for Asmo. Cuz I’m gonna go ahead and say it: Asmo goddamn loves big bitches (bitches being gn in this scenario). Like is goddamn stupid infatuated with them. Like ya know those old paintings with some dude looking longingly at some dummy thicc lady?? Newsflash: that’s actually Asmo.

Cuz like if you bigger that means like?? You gotta lotta flesh to get all naughty with. Gotta lotta stuff to grope ya know? And even if you don’t feel like getting all down and dirty he just loves when you lay on top of him. Like he’ll just lay back dramatically on a chaise lounge while making grabby hands at you and whine until you slot yourself in between his legs and tuck your head under his chin. That’s like fuckin drugs to him. Cuz your all soft and warm and oh my god he just loves you so much.

[plush-rabbit]

Say Your Prayers

Warnings: Prayers

Word Count: 4.3K

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The palace is large and with walls that bleed together and portraits that watch you with unblinking eyes, you lose your way. Walls extend and you never seem to reach any doors, always out of reach and disappearing into thin air. You wonder if the castle was meant for people to get lost, to never find their way out and to die from exhaustion or hunger - which ever gets them first. A shiver is sent down your spine and you regret scaring yourself. You stand out like a sore thumb here. Light colors that make you easy to spot against the stone walls lit by dimming yellow light.

You can’t seem to recognize any corridors and you’re starting to get desperate. The rosary in your hand is biting into your skin, the mark of the cross indented into the softness of your hand. You pray for someone to come and help you. For a sign on where to go, where to be lead and who to follow. You pray to God, beg for them to hear your whispers, and lead you out of this maze that seems as if it wants to swallow you whole.

Your eyes grow heavy and you can’t stop the yawns that fill the hallway, tears springing as you gaze the halls, begging for a sign of life. You want to rest, to collapse on the floor and let sleep wrap its arms around you. A loud crash wakes you up from the sleep that has threatened to consume your body. The rosary drips out of your hand before it’s tucked safely back in. A sign of life. You speed walk over, your skirt fluttering in the wind as you try to catch whoever made that noise before they leave you.

Shadows are cast on the stone floor. Your footsteps turn fast and you’re running to your savior. There’s a rush in your heart and you’re wishing that the person wouldn’t walk away. You turn the corner and stop in your tracks, breathing deep and face pale when you spot the Future King of Devildom, Lord Diavolo.

You tuck a strand of hair behind your ears and clasp your hands behind your back. “Hello Lord Diavolo,” you breath out, standing straight and smiling at him.

“Ah! Hello!” He turns to face you, a large smile on his face. “What are you doing up so late?” He cocks his head to the side and for a second he seems harmless with light golden eyes that flick into a deep shade of honey. “Did you get lost?” He asks, taking a small step towards you, a gentle smile that makes him seem welcoming.

You chuckle nervously. ��Yeah-Yes I did.” You lick your lips. “I’m sorry Lord Diavolo,” you whisper out and look down at the ground.

“Oh you have nothing to be sorry for,” he waves. You look up at him and give him a nervous smile. “If you would like,” he extends his hand to you, “I can escort you to your room.”

“It’s rude to reject an offering, especially from someone from his high standing,” you think to yourself. A small lump is beginning to form in your throat. You nod and smile and place the hand free of the rosary in his. “I would appreciate that very much Lord Diavolo,” you whisper.

He smiles broadly and interlaces his fingers with yours. His hand is large in yours, completely enveloping yours. His slender fingers stroke the back of your hand. The sound of your steps echo in the hallways, flickering lights make you clench your hands, your hand tightens around his and the rosary in your free hand.

You don’t recognize where you’re going. Paintings are unfamiliar, door decorations are missing and you’re climbing up steps with intricate railings that make you feel as if you’re going deeper into the castle. There’s a flutter of butterflies in your stomach and your heart drops when the door he opens isn’t your room but seems to be his as he steps inside with confidence.

You stand at the doorway, and look at him with confusion. He merely raises an eyebrow as beckons you to enter, his hand still wrapped around yours, tugging on it gently.

You come upon a door that you know isn’t the one that leads to your room and when it opens you stare at him with wide eyes. You shuffle into the room and let your hand fall from him, wrapping it around your other. “Lord Diavolo—”

“I know this isn’t your room. It’s mine,” he says coolly and stands in front of you. “I have a proposition for you, my dear.” He brings your hand up to his lips and kisses your knuckles. “Know that you are able to reject and if you do, I’ll escort you back to your room. You have my word.” He peers into your face waiting for a reply. You only nod, your eyebrows knitted in confusion and mouth slightly parted. “Let me,” a kiss is pressed against your wrist, “have you for tonight.” He smiles wide and his teeth touch your bare wrist.

“I’m sorry?” You yelp and move away from him, snatching your wrist into your palm, fingers gently soothing it over. “I-I don’t understand?” You opt to say, clicking your tongue against the roof of your mouth.

He gives you a smile. “Well you see, I find you attractive and I would love to have you for the night.” His playful personality is gone and it’s been replaced by something that makes you nervous. “You’re free to say no of course! But I could make it worth your while.” His tongue darts out and your face flushes.

His expression is unreadable. He watches you patiently with his hands clasped hind his back, a waiting smile on his lips. There’s an opening to the door and he’s given you his word that he’ll escort you back to your room. You suck in your bottom limp, your eyes glance between the door and him and you take one deep breath. There won’t ever be another chance for this, you try to tell yourself as you walk across the room and sit on the bed. The dark, wine red sheets make you look like a doll against his bed. You look at him expectantly and he smiles, eyes closing in a pleased look.

He makes his way towards you and lifts your legs onto the bed. He slips your white flats off of you and places them on the floor. Your face is burning with a mixture of anxiety, adrenaline, and excitement. Your heart is beating against your chest that you feel as if it’s going to burst out. You wet your lips, your soft pink tongue darting out and he slips off hit coat. Your knees bend and your white skirt flutters down, your delicates peek out.

His eyes are trained on you, watching every movement, fingers curling and mouth parted open. His hands run up and down your legs, shivers are left in his wake. He’s memorized by how soft you are, how plush and delicate your body is compared to his. He smiles wickedly and that’s when it dawns on you that you’re about to lose your virginity to the Devil. Close your eyes and mouth moves silently, a silent prayer uttered in the Devil’s bedroom.

You let out a high yelp when your legs are parted. His hands are placed on your knees; you can feel his lips graze your skin, dragging to your core. You burn with his touch. “Say your prayers,” he whispers, hot air puffs against your clothed heat. His eyes are dark with hunger; they gaze across your body and land on your eyes. His teasing, friendly smile is now that of a predator, his canine gleams in the light. Your body is covered in shivers, fingers twitching and scratching at the silk covers.

Your lips part, the rosary in your hand slips between your fingers and pools onto the bed and you wordlessly breathe, your lips moving but no sound fills the room other than deep breathing.

A thin finger slides down from the top of your slit to dip into your entrance. Arousal leaks out and stains your delicates. “Out loud. Your Lord demands it,” he breathes, nearing his mouth onto your sheathed clit, tongue laying flat against it.

“Lord God,” you let a sharp gasp when fingers hook into the waistband of your white, lace delicates, “I pray for your protection,” words are stuttered and slurred as you only form of protection are slipped off. “You are my hiding place,” you hold off on a whine and shut your eyes tight, fingers grasping at the sheets underneath you, beads from your rosary dig into you and make marks. “Protect me from trouble wherever I go, oh my!” His tongue is hot against you, swirling so close yet so far from your weeping hole. “Ke-Keep evil far from me.” Your teeth bite down on your plump lips, turning them from a sweet pink to a lustful red. Tears brim in your eyes and you’re not sure if it’s from shame or the pleasure that is coursing throughout you.

“Will you repent?” He asks, words low and warm against you. “Will you go against your God and go seek for salvation?” Salvia seeps from his mouth and pushes inside of you, fluids mixing together and tongue rims your entrance, peeking into and tasting you. “Or will you beg for me?” His tongue makes you cry out and the rosary is nudged to the side by your hand, the sheets firmly in your grasp as his tongues moves inside of you. “Will you seek me out when you salvation?” His tone is serious as his mouth envelops you, sucking in your juices, tongue stroking your inner walls that respond to him immediately.

There’s a tight knot in your stomach every time his tongue swipes up and brushes against your clit. You want to raise your hips and meet his face, you want his tongue deep inside of you. “Lord Diavolo,” you breathe out, eyes fluttered closed, your blush spreading across your body and down to your chest. Suddenly your shirt is too tight and you feel hotter than when you first came in. Your hands come down to the bottom shirt and as you’re about to pull it off, his hand comes up to stop you. He mumbles against you to bite down on it, that he wants to take it off when the time comes. You obey.

The shirt muffles your cries as you twitch with his tongue and fingers moving around your body expertly. Slow, tantalizing circles are on your clit, his mouth on your entrance as he feasts upon you, your arousal prominent around his face.

“Have you ever been touched like this before?” He pulls his mouth away and chuckles when you whine, your pelvis jerking to reach for him mouth. He responds by dragging his fingers into you.

“N-No. I was saving myself—”

“For marriage?” He asks, rolling his eyes. “What a sham.” He kisses your clit and you can feel the grin on his face. “Though, I do have to admit, it is nice knowing I’ll be the first to fuck you.” His crass words send another wave of arousal around his fingers. “You’re going to be fucked by a future king.” His fingers curl in you.

There’s a sort of magical feeling when you’re being fingered. When you’ve been untouched before, even by your own hand. When you’ve looked away from the sin to stay faithful to God. But with how his fingers massage your plush walls, how his slender fingers move inside of you and spread you so good, you understand why people would stray from God’s light. There’s sparks of desire, electricity, carnal want, that makes your toes curl around him and shirt dampen as you moan around it, soaking in your saliva and bitten through with sharp teeth.

He’s spreading you, his fingers scissoring you and making you open for his cock. There’s a deep want in you that wants to go down on knees and praise him, make him as good as you’re feeling. You’re coming undone around his fingers, clenching and stars are in your vision. He watches with half lidded eyes, unable to look away from your dripping cunt as his fingers continue to pet your walls. Your screams are muffled through the shirt and eyes are shut tight.

This pleasure is almost sinful. The way that your cunt contracts around his fingers, desperate for him to make you feel that way again. How your vision goes dark and stars decorate the inside of your eyelids. Jolts of electricity shock your body and you feel as if you’re on pins and needles. Your cunt is dripping with your high, his fingers squish your walls, feeling them growing softer and he’s positive that he can now enter you without making it painful for you.

Your legs are left shaking as he undresses and you push the fabric out your mouth with your tongue. You can hardly catch your breath, your hand coming up and placing itself delicately over your heart. Your mind is foggy and you peer out of the corner of your eye to watch Lord Diavolo undress himself. Skin illuminated by the soft glow from the light above. You stare at him, your eyes drinking in his form, your hand over your chest, cupping a breast through your bra. You can feel through the fabric that your nipple has hardened. Your cunt lays wet and sticky, oversensitive to any touch that is about to come.

He walks to you, feet padding against the floor and you spread your legs, watching him with a dazed expression. He’s on top of you faster than you can blink, something hard presses against your inner thigh and it jerks when you shift your leg.

He catches you in a deep kiss, lips sucking on your bottom one and tugging on it between teeth. His tongue slips in and moves inside. You burst with newfound energy and wrap your arms around him, fingers knotting in his hair and pressing yourself deeper against him. Warm liquid runs down your thigh but you’re unable to tell if it’s from you or him. His hands run up and down your sides, going underneath to unhook your bra. You pull away from the kiss, your lips swollen and red.

“Take off my shirt,” you mumble against him, pulling him into another kiss.

Hands fumble and limbs stretch as he removes your blouse. It’s tossed to the side and slips off the bed. Large hands grope your chest, the bra loose now becoming disheveled upon you. Your pert nipples peek out and fingers pinch them roughly. You yelp into his mouth, your back arches into his hands and your fingers tug on his hair. He lets out a low groan and moves his mouth across your face, his lips kissing your jaw and down to your neck. Your breasts spill out of your bra and he tugs on it roughly, growling at it when it doesn’t come off as quick as he’d like. You push yourself up and he follows suit, cold hands move to your waist. With an awkward shrugging motion, you peel your bra off and toss it to the floor.

“You smell absolutely divine,” he whispers against your skin. Hot breaths moisten your skin, the graze of his teeth and touch of his hands makes your head swirl. His hands run up your body and grope at your breasts, spreading his hands wide and trapping a perked bud between the space of his fingers. His touch is rough, moving and pressing down on your chest, a hitch of breath and quiet groan is all you gave to go off on that he’s enjoying this as much as you. Your breasts are soft under his hand, sweet pouches filled with the softest filling that molded under his fingers.

He pushes you down on the bed and hovers over you, pressing another kiss onto your red lips. His neck cranes down and you’re mewling underneath him as he nurses on your breast, the neglected one being fondled with, little waves of pleasure going straight down to the building heat in the pouch of your stomach. Sweet, wet suck noises are made by his mouth. Hit wraps around your pebbled teat, tongue moving it around gently and pulling away to blow cool air on it, biting in the area that surrounds it.

He kisses his way to your other breasts, little pecks that mark you with a swipe of his tongue. He leaves your wet breast alone, his fingers dancing downward to capture your heat in his hands. You bend to his touch, greedy to have him grope your body to his desires. His mouth wraps around the nipple, mouth already nursing on it, sweet little whimpers of pleasure that leave your mouth as you push your chest further into his mouth. There’s something cute about how you’re so needy, so willing to throw God away for a night of pleasure. His eyes shine in a dark amber hue, his cock leaking with arousal as he corrupts you, gets you drunk off of desire, where you hump yourself against his hand, his fingers circling your clit and dipping into your squishy cunt, pulling out juices and lubricating his fingers with it.

His cock is beginning to ache, package tight with the need to fill you, to go in deep and press himself against you until you’re dripping his seed. He’s going to fill up this little lamb.

He teethes your bud, his lips curling into a sinful grin. He rises and stands on his knees, grabbing your legs and pulling you against his bare skin. “Oh my little lamb, you’re about to be defiled by the very thing you prayed against.” His cock is hot against his hand as he swipes it up and down your slit, hitting the bundle of nerves in slow strokes. “Beg for my cock little lamb,” he orders with a stern gaze.

Your face is burning, the tips of your ears hot against the silk and you cover your chest to hide the reaching blush but to no avail as it peeks through your hands, staining your body with red. “Please Lord Diavolo,” your tone heavy with lust, “put your cock in me.” The words are odd on your tongue. You purse your lips and move your hands away from your chest, letting them rest above your head. “Corrupt my body Lord Diavolo. I am weak to the Devil’s temptation. Ruin the body that was meant for God.”

His upper lip curls into an ugly sneer that falls into an ‘O’ when he sheaths himself inside of you. His tip stretches you wide, your eyes going wide and mouth parted as he inches himself inside of you. The ridges around his cock head make your pussy constrict around him. He pushes himself deeper into you; the ridges that make his cock send ecstasy throughout your body. His cock is adorned in different textures. A tip with dipping curves that rim his head, flowing into thick veins that run down his cock, more curves that grace his cock, beautiful ridges that press against your gooey walls and make your eyes shine with tears. His hands grip the side of your rear and he keeps himself pressed tight against you. Black nails drag down your skin and mark you with red lines. He grits his teeth and waits for you to move first.

You’re still under him, biting down on your lip and clutching the rosary back in your hand. It stings more than you expected. Through your hazy eyes you hadn’t gotten a good look at his shaft but with how it feels inside of you, it’s much bigger than you could ever have imagined. It’s deep in you, the ridges and veins throb in you and you look up at him, glossy eyes that blue your vision. You feel a hand brush against your cheek, words that don’t reach your ears and you bring a hand to your clit and begin to pleasure yourself while full of cock. You cunt grips onto him and with a little push, he begins to pump himself inside of you. The stinging pain has begun to fade, the pleasure overriding it as you bring your hand to your chest and let your rosary spill and slide down.

“Continue with your prayers.” He groans through a choked breath. “Beg for forgiveness.” A wave of arousal coats his length.

“Lord Jesus, Son of God,” you let out a high pitched whine, bucking your hips to meet his. “Have mercy on me, a sinner.” A sinner is what you are, leaking around the Devil’s cock and using prayers to help get off.

“You’re tight like a virgin.” He grits out. “A pretty, little pussy of yours that was touched first by your Lord.” You cunt is plush, enveloping around him and molding to fit his shape. The thought of ruining you for others brings him closer to his high. “A soft cunt that gushes around me.” He leans over and with shaky hands puts on the rosary. It dangles around his chest and swings as he moves inside of you, the slapping of skin mixed in with moans. Golden eyes meets your, a strong hand gripping your face to keep your eyes on him. The rosary spills into the valley of your breasts, moving with gently swaying by the rocking motion of your body.

“You shouldn’t wear the rosary,” you breathe against his skin, pursing your lips, hungry for another kiss. “It’s disrespectful.” Your mouth salivates with the thought of his.

He gags you with two of his fingers. You chock against them as they hit the back of your throat and with a clouded mind, you wrap your plump lips around them, sucking on the fingers as if they’d provide you with the release you’re desperately seeking for. His mouth attacks your neck, swiping his tongue when he bites, dark red marks that threaten to spill the blood of the lamb. He pulls his fingers out, a string of spit connecting them until it snaps off. His fingers curl around your clit, mouth sucking on a soft spot on your neck as you writhe underneath him.

“How does it feel?” He asks in a low voice, words drunk with desire.

“Good, so good,” you manage to make out through your moans.

He stops in his movements and smirks when you rut yourself against him. “Ah, ah.” He waves a finger. “I need a proper sentence little lamb.”

You let out a pitiful cry. “Good! Oh Lord, it feels so good!” You let out a sigh of bliss when he resumes his movements. “I’ve never felt like this. I’ve never felt so full and so good all at once.” You head is spinning with pleasure. “It’s my first cock. And it’s so big inside of me. I feel as if I’m being torn apart. Oh!” He’s hit a spot that makes you cry. “Never leave my cunt! It’s sinful and unholy but I crave more! Let me feed on my sins, let me become greedy with want, oh please My Lord! Let me wallow in sin!” The knot feels as if it’s about to snap.

Your walls are gummy, molding to his shape and tugging and wrapping themselves tightly around him, begging for his cum. You’re underneath him and begging for more, the rosary slipping in and out of view with every motion. Your neck is littered with marks that you won’t be able to hide tomorrow. You’ll be on show for everyone to see who you truly belong to. You’re begging for his cum, your tongue rolling out of your mouth and eyes going backwards as your clench around him, nails raking down his back while he feels your orgasm wash around him.

He keeps himself in you, rubbing at your clit, helping you reach farther than you could ever dream of. You’re moans have high pitched, your arousal leaking out and staining the sheets. With his cock in you, he bites down on your shoulder, iron blooming in his mouth as he pumps himself inside of you, slowing down to a silence, his cock hidden inside your soft walls that constrict around him.

Your face relaxes into one of peace, your eyes fluttering to a close with a heaving chest. Tears run down your face, fingers rub small circles on his back as he spills his seed in you. You can feel your lower belly swell with his cum and feel it heat up as if flames were shot inside of you. He keeps his cock pressed deep inside of you, filling you up until you begin to leak with spare seed. He pulls out of you slowly, your cunt sore and puffy from the Lord’s cock.

“You shouldn’t waste a King’s seed,” he tells you lovingly, reaching over to grab your lacy underwear. You hum in response and shift when your delicates become sticky with his cum. As you move, it squishes inside of you and more of it spills out to stain you.

Your body is tired. Everything aches and stings and you feel yourself fixed on the bed, head resting against a soft pillow with a thick comforter pulled and tucked around you. You snuggle into the chest of Lord Diavolo with eyes still closed and mumble a goodnight prayer, smiling against his chest when he chuckles. You’ll worry about the bites tomorrow. You’ll worry about the cum that’s inside of you tomorrow. For now, you’ll rest and snuggle against the strong body that has their arms wrapped around you.

[angeladore]

Hii! If it’s ok with you, may I request the om!brothers reactions to the gn!reader squishing their cheeks together, please?

𝗚𝗲𝗻𝗿𝗲: fluff!

𝗣𝗮𝗶𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴: brothers x GN!Reader

𝗡𝗼𝘁𝗲: hello! i love this request sm thank u <33

• You and Lucifer we’re sitting together on a couch in his room

• “Hey Lucifer! Look at me please.” You say and he looks towards you with a raised eyebrow

• You grab his cheeks and squish them

• He goes wide eyed and stares at you, he kind of took that a bit too personal but he smiled at your reaction

• “You truly are cute MC, but please do not do this in public and keep this between us.”

• If you look hard enough he’s actually slightly blushing

• Secretly likes it because of your cute reaction to his cheeks squished

• “Heya MC! Ya wanna go out with the great mammon?-“

• You nod and grab his face before, he blushes a lot

• “MC what are ya doin-?!!”

• You grab his cheeks and squish them, looking at him he’s pouting while blushing

• His reaction is so cute lmao

• Turns red as a tomato and looks away

• His cheeks are really smooth which makes it even better

• “Ya can’t just do that out of no where..”

• Of course you can ;)

• He actually really enjoys it when you do it and leans into your touch even more

• You guys were playing video games, and as soon as you guys paused the game for a mini break you reached for his face and squished his cheeks

• Turns into tomato 2.0 with steam going out of his ears

• “MC?! W-what are you doing?..”

• Almost faints

• Turns into a tomato whenever you do it to him

• Will hide away if you bring the moment up in public

• You two were reading a book together in his room before you turned around and smushed his cheeks together

• Kinda just stares at you and laughs it off with a blush forming on his cheeks

• “MC, where’d you get this idea from?”

• Will do it back to tease you

• He almost dies because your so cute when he grabs your cheeks and squish them

• You and Asmo were planning shopping but then you had a great idea in mind

• “Asmo~ come here for a second?”

• He smiles and comes closer to you, then you grab his cheeks and squish them

• “Awh MC darling, you’re so cute”

• Will definitely squish yours backs and probably take a photo and upload it (with your consent)

• Thinks you’re the cutest thing to ever exist

• for some reason i feel like he has chubby cheeks 🤔

• You were watching him eat and once he finished you grabbed his cheeks

• Blushes and looks at you confused because he thinks he has something on his face

• His cheeks are so soft and a bit chubby so it’s even cuter than expected

• “MC do i have something on my face?” “No.” “Oh..”

• When he smiles as you grab his cheeks it just melts your heart

• Sleepy baby fell asleep on your lap and you had the urge to smush his cheeks

• You grab his cheeks and squish them, he slowly wakes up but he’s still half asleep and confused

• “Oh hey MC,, your hands are so warm..”

• Leans into your touch

• He has some blush on his cheeks and might even fall back asleep

• He’s so adorable when he’s half asleep with his cheeks squished

[leviathans-watching]

om! ficlets & drabbles

drabbles:

lucifer watching you sleep

playing pool with mammon

before you

seeing snow with satan

baking cookies with simeon

human world buffet

sacrifices

simeon finds you sleeping

five more minutes

reunion w/ lucifer

(almost) dancing with diavolo

comparing now

school play lead!mammon

falling asleep in front of them

ficlets:

valentine’s day with the obey me boys

the brothers at university

Bully!AU • pt 2

MC & Luke family fluff

beel with a mc who works out with him

beel concerned about mc’s appetite

MC & Luke birthday fluff

beel carrying mc

planetarium date with simeon

nervous!MC asking levi out

mc not being scared of beel

domestic morning with satan

mc wanting to learn about asmo’s interests (fem!reader)

explaining the dentists to them • pt 2

“for you my dear? anything.” (mammon’s birthday ficlet)

getting overwhelmed by yelling/fighting (mammon) • beel • levi • belphie & lucifer

tipsy!reader telling beel you love him

lucifer, diavolo, and mammon being busy

beel winning you a teddy bear

modeling with mammon • pt 2

seeing the sunrise with beel

om! holiday fluff

taking the blame for lucifer, mammon, diavolo • pt 2

open affection with lucifer

mammon with a chubby/fat mc

playing scary games with levi

sick mc with lucifer, diavolo, satan

mc on their period

stupid handsome boys

mc isn’t playing therapist

giving beel candy

diavolo proposing

roller skating with mammon

belphie doesn’t like sleeping with you

overworked - solomon comfort

wait, mc died?!?!?

“just stay with me”

putting the older brothers in their place

“i didn’t want to be here”

you’re dating someone?!?!?

“kiss the prettiest person in the room” with the older brothers • pt 2 • pt 3 • pt 4 • BONUS

drinking with levi

misunderstandings with levi

levi’s fkn hot

mc’s brothers

mammon and sick!mc

‘ruination’ with asmo

cooking with solomon

caring for the older bros while they’re ‘asleep’

solomon & asmo being blanket hogs • pt 2

painting a mural with mammon

skinny-dipping with diavolo

asmo x goth!mc • pt 2

lucifer x witch!mc

summoning the older brothers for a hug

carving pumpkins with the brothers

lucifer comforting a sad mc

solomon forgetting your date

solomon x demon!mc

nowhere to go for the holidays

simeon comforting you

loves me, loves me not with simeon

concerns about money

asmo & lucifer - treat yourself

rivals au w/ solomon • pt 2 • pt 3

solomon overhearing your confession

when you realize the older brothers like you

drawing cats on lucifer, satan, solomon, and diavolo

dancing at the royal ball with mammon

meeting asmo at the club

acts of service with barbatos

leviathans-watching’s work - please do not repost, copy, or claim as your own

[l3viat8an]

Nsfw content MDNI (repost)

If I reposted this before don’t tell me just enjoy it lol

Lucifer hisses though his teeth as you graze your teeth over his cock, "Careful, darling..." his tone is a warning, but instead of listening you repeat the movement.

Sucking on his cock and then lightly grazing your teeth over it as you slide back.

“O-oh, fuck-“ you'd smirk if you could having Lucifer make such a sweet sound and just from your mouth 'n teeth~!

Lucifer can practically feel the spike in your pride, and he moves to grasp a handful of your hair, holding you still for a moment.

“Just because I enjoyed that doesn't mean you can get cocky darling.”

And he's pushing you back down on his cock, a hand still firmly on your head.

[mango-bango-bby]

Since it blew up, can you do another platonic Yan Overhaul with child reader, about the kid  adjusting to there new home, and is scared of Overhaul and is maybe crying for the parents. But Overhaul comforts them and wraps them in his jacket and hold them❣️💞💖

🔮-anon

♡ Little One ♡

(A/N: Ok so Om a little bit tipsy right now,, and I just finished writing this so there may be some spelling errors and such!! Anyways I love writing platonic overhaul so please keep sending requests for this kinda stuff, it comforts me 🥺🥺)

Content Warning ⚠️: Yandere

Summary: Kai comforts you after taking you (Yandere!Platonic!Overhaul x GN!Child!Reader)

Masterlist ➸ ♡

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Kai can hear you cry through the door. Your small sobs and hiccups actually making him feel bad. You were supposed to be an experiment for him, much like Eri before she was taken.

However you were different, he felt protective over you, he felt as though he needed to care for you in a parental way. It was strange for him.

You don’t even hear Kai enter the room. You look more small than you already are in your large bed. The blanket bundled up so you can hug it as though it was a stuffed animal. Perhaps he should get you some real ones? But that’s for another time, he plans on getting you everything you need later.

You jump when Kai sits down on the bed next to you. “What’s wrong?” He asks quietly, watching you rub your red eyes.

Kai never thought about children, most of the time he found himself disgusted by them, but not you. He wanted to protect you, watch you grow up, be a father to you to be honest.

“I wanna g-go home, mister” you hiccup, bringing your knees to your chest. The normally stoic Kai can practically feel a small part of his heart crack, it was just so strange to care for someone.

“This is your new home now” Kai states simply. He may have wanted to comfort you but he’s not going to lie to you! “Is there anything I can do to make you more comfortable?” he asks, you squishing your cheek against your knee to look at him.

You hide your face again, tears continuing to flow down your cheeks as you cry. Kai simply states up, not knowing what to do to get you to stop. Should he just tell you to stop? No, no, that wouldn’t.

Kai reluctantly reaches his hand out, gently rubbing your back in the most comforting way he can. Your sobs quieting ever so slightly at his action. “There’s no need to cry” he says, purposely lowering his voice to sound more soft.

You continue to cry, although your cries becoming quieter. You crawl closer to Kai, holding onto his arm for more comfort. He stays still for a moment before you rubs your back once again, not exactly knowing what to do.

Kai looks down at you after a while, you being completely silent. You’re asleep. Your small, chubby face is pressed against his arm.

He gently scoops you into his arms, moving to lay you down on the pillow. Instead of taking the blanket from underneath you, he simply drapes his jacket over you.

Kai turns the lights off before leaving the room, he’ll check on you later. For now, he’ll read up on some child care techniques, he needs to know what he needs to do for you in order to take care of you.

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Thank you for reading, darling!!