#shout out to rad for this one

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Smh scary dont you know cringe is dead

[radskull-69]

Every meeting James must violate the HR violations once, terry wants to kill himself and pal wants to kill James. What a progressive meeting!

[auditioheros]

something something wanting to make an oc who has todo’s ct as her quirk

[clawsextended]

if you write me a meme ask and you format it into a regular ask so i can just continue it without linking it i am kissing you on the forehead for being so darn good to me.

[lovetei]

Things that the citizens of the Devildom witnessed that will prove that this Human have the characters at their beck and call

Versions: The Brothers, Side characters

Warnings: Gender neutral pronouns for MC, Cussing, Slight yandere themes (Belphegor, Asmodeus)

Links: Masterlist

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LUCIFER

This demon likes sticking to rules

Running on hallways? Detention

Eating during class? Detention

Not paying attention to class? Detention

No one is safe...

Except for one person.

The cafeteria if filled with loud noises, your voice shouting profanities to another demon specifically.

Everyone listening to the argument feels like they're stomach is about to burst out of nervousness because "What if Lucifer randomly comes in and put all of us is detention because we just stood by and didn't do anything to stop the fight?!"

And he did.

But what surprised them is that he didn't shout or anything, he just stood there for a few second and scanned the crowd looking for one of his brothers.

Spotted Mammon and came close to him before whispering something among themselves.

And then he just stood there

Doing nothing

As if it's just fucking okay to let a human, the exchange student at that, to scream and curse a demon because he won't cooperate into this project.

And when the demon started cursing back at you, the rules are suddenly so strict as if cussing will cause the end of the 8 rings of hell.

The demon is sent to detention, removed from the group, suspended, and many more.

And who knows? Maybe you pulled just a few strings to have that demon expelled.

But what the citizens sure know is that they never saw anyone again after talking to MC like that.

MAMMON

It was cute

Mammon would do anything for you, no matter how big or small it is.

One day, Mammon was spotted running around the halls of RAD.

Looking like he's getting chased by Lucifer, again.

But surprisingly, he's not.

He's just running around the school fetching your fan, notebooks, bag, pens, water or some snacks.

One time, you two were put in a group for this project and were talking about it with your other group mates.

Then you hit him with a "Mammon, I left my notebook on my desk in the potions class, can you fetch it for me?"

With just a blink of an eye, Mammon who was leaning on your shoulder just a few minutes ago is gone.

And with another blink of an eye he's there again with your notebook on his hands then he's back to leaning on your shoulder again as if he didn't just go to the other side of the school for a notebook.

LEVIATHAN

He's introverted

He won't go out his room if it's just for some lame party

I also headcanons for him to be the most unseen brother

Or like him having the smallest amount of photo and information online because he just won't go out.

Yeah, he won't go out if it's just some small, lame party but if Diavolo hosts it, what exactly can he do?

"Do you think the avatar of envy will attend this party?"

"Ha! No way... Lord Leviathan won't attend small parties or gatherings like these unless Lord Diavolo hosts it himself."

"Lord Leviathan really has a high standard when it comes to gatherings..."

And then poof

He's there

Beside you

A happy go lucky sheep beside a gloomy snake

What a match

And if you ask him why he would attend such gatherings when it's totally not even his style he would just go like "MC."

"What can I do? MC really wants to see the fireworks display."

"MC wants me to escort them."

So they got the hint on how to make Levi attend gatherings, either have Diavolo host it or invite MC too.

SATAN

He's angry

But not angry enough to yell when MC is around

Man's can go from 👹 to ☺️ real quick as soon as he felt MC's prescense

He doesn't know why too, but whenever he yell while you're around he thinks he'll fall out of favor

"WELL MAYBE IF YOU'RE SO PERFECT THEN WHY DON'T YOU GO AROUND WHILE YOU HAVE YOUR HEAD FAR UP YOUR ASS- Oh, Hi MC? How are you?"

He'll talk so sweet in front you and then when you turn around you can see some veins popping out of his neck and forehead.

And if he can't really handle it and went berserk in your prescense another scary yet amazing thing you can is to put your hand on his body.

Shoulder, head, neck, wrist, arm, wherever it is.

Just pat him or link your arms with him and he will start to calm down.

ASMODEUS

People headcanon him to like it when you're obsessed with him but I think he's more obsessed to you.

Like he's down bad

You can do anything and he'll literally fawn all over it

"Look at the way they run their hands through their hair!"

"Look at how they work!"

"The way they hold that fork is so graceful~"

Literally, you're the only person that comes to his mind when someone said pretty

Except for himself of course

But I swear, whenever someone caught him staring at you the atmosphere gets so thick

You don't even know why but the atmosphere is heavy and the air suddenly smells so sweet

And those heart in his eyes, the way his pupils dilate

Yeah, you have this man worshipping you alongside himself

BEELZEBUB

Other than the fact that he's actually willing to share his food with you

He's willing to help you in any physical works

Like lifting up things, carrying your stuffs and sometimes even running errands for you

I mean, he actually doesn't do it a lot because Lucifer actually asks Mammon for this stuff because the things Lucifer needs to be done is a little...

Shady?

And he doesn't want to taint Beel's innocence.

So now since you're already a part of the student council when Lucifer needs to have something important finished but it requires physical work.

You and Beel will be partnered

And he doesn't have anything against it either

He likes it so much when you command him to do something actually

I mean, he's tall and buff but Lucifer won't ask him to do anything that includes hard labor except taking care of Belphegor

So you actually helping him make use of all those muscles made him feel a tinge of happiness

He feels like he's actually of use :)

BELPHEGOR

This little brat

He would kill for you and he means it

He's not scared to spill blood on broad daylight as long as it's for you

Someone bothered you? Dead

Oh this person annoyed you? Taken care of

Aw~ He told you you're cute and asked you out on a date? That's sweet! Dead.

He's just like that

He won't tolerate anyone who dared disrespect you

And Lucifer won't even put a stop into this

"I mean, Devildom is quite overpopulated and we don't want anyone disrespecting Lord Diavolo's plan on bringing the three realms together now." Is what he reasons everytime.

Oh, he also wakes up on command as long as it's you.

Lucifer and his brothers could be shaking him like he's dead and he won't even bother to open his eyes

But if you just pulled a "Belphie? Good morning..." Oh dear, he's wide awake and clinging to you.

[dazed-and-confused23]

Quickie

Summary: You, a wondering trader, and he, a ghoul bounty hunter, cross paths and decide to camp together. Nights in the wasteland were dangerous on your lonesome, after all.

Pairings: The Ghoul | Cooper Howard x Female Reader

Warnings! smut, face sitting, cowgirl position, coming inside

Fluffy part 2 -> HERE

Link to my other fallout works on ao3 -> HERE

Masterlist

The fire illuminates the harsh features of the ghoul across from the flickering flames. He is handsome by ghoul standards, and you feel an ache in your core you've not felt in a long time. You cock your head to the side and debate with yourself, before shrugging in a matter of a couple of seconds. You'd never been picky.

"Wanna fuck?"

Cooper jerks his head up from where he'd been studying the waves in the sand that the wind left behind. He locks eyes with you across the flame, gives you a once over, and then smirks deviously.

"Ain't ever been propositioned in such a way, but why not. You got any rad-away? I'd hate for such a pretty thing to end up lookin' like me," Cooper drawls and leans back on his hands, legs man spread and cocks his head at you when you nod.

"Come 'ere then, Darlin'."

You stand, reaching for the button of your pants and popping them open as you amble over to his side of the camp. You stand before him, and Cooper reaches out to hook his thumbs into your jeans, jerking them down and past your knees. The ghoul tugs one of your shoes off and tugs the jeans off one leg so that they are out of the way. You raise a brow when he stays clothed, confused for a beat before he pats his chest.

"Let's get you wet, Doll. Then you can ride me til the sun comes up."

Your cheek warm, but you aren't about to argue, and so drop to your knees, one leg one on either side of his head. His hands find your hips and guide you forward, and a hiss leaves your throat when his tongue meets your mound. Cooper eats you like this is his last meal, obscene wet noises coming from where he is buried between your thighs.

Cooper smirks when he sucks your clit into his mouth, sucking harshly and causing you to fall forward, hands hitting the sand and destroying the waves. The ghoul doubles his efforts, tongue swirling around your sticky folds and slurping down the mess you make, a groan of his own fading into the night when he tastes you.

Electric heat coils tight in your belly, and you are seconds away from having one of the best orgasms of your life when the ghoul lifts you by the waist and tugs you down. A shout breaks through when his cock drags across your folds and then slams home, his length deep and perfect inside of you.

"Heh, that's it, ride my cock, cowgirl," Cooper rumbles below you and grips your hips, bouncing you up and down, fucking up into your tight cunt every time he drags you back down. Your hands find his shoulders and dig in, holding on for dear life as the ghoul fucks you silly.

Coop drags a hand down from your hip and to your clit, pinching the pulsing bud between two fingers. You snarl silently, pleasure singing up your spine and making you curse colorfully. Cooper laughs under you, and knows you are close by the way your pussy flutters around his dick.

"Come on, baby. Come all over my cock," He snarls and you tip over the edge when he snaps his hips up, pulling you down and burning himself as deep as he could go. Coop rocks into you, and seconds later, you feel splashes of hot cum fill you up, so much that it begins to leak down your thighs.

You take big gulps of air to catch your breath, looking down at the Ghoul with a grin as you rock your hips back and forth.

"Think you can keep it up, old man?" You quip and are rewarded with Cooper rolling the two of you, the ghoul shifting to his knees and grinning meanly down at you.

"Well now, how about we find that out, Darlin'?"

[fandoms-x-reader]

Dancing with Devils

Requested By: @midnightskyeneko

Word Count: 3,856

Summary: While everyone is gone, you put on some music to clean the House of Lamentation and the characters catch you dancing/singing. The Demon Brothers + The Dateables (Diavolo, Barbatos, Simeon, and Solomon)

You rarely had the opportunity to have the House of Lamentation to yourself. Usually, at least one or more of the brothers were there, desperately trying to gain your attention. 

Today, though, everyone had plans. Lucifer had something to take care of at RAD and was the first to leave this morning.

Mammon had a photo shoot and you vaguely recalled him sprinting out of the house this morning, shouting something about oversleeping.

Levi was going to a fan convention today and left the house stocked up with anything and everything he could think of to bring.

Satan had been asked to speak at a highly esteemed book club. He even practiced what he was going to say there on you to make sure it sounded educated.

Asmo had planned a long day at the spa. Massage, facial, mani/pedi. He was planning on doing it all and you were sure you wouldn’t see him until tomorrow.

There was a big Fangol game coming up so Beel wanted to hit the gym and get some extra training in to make sure he was in perfect shape for it.

Unfortunately for Belphie, Beel had begged him to go with him to the gym. He needed a spotter and as much as Belphie wanted to sleep, he couldn’t say no when his twin asked him so desperately.

So it was a quiet day in the House of Lamentation for you. And as much as you wanted to take the day and do whatever you wanted, you had some chores to get done first.

The more you looked around the house though, the more you saw how neglected it was. Dust coating bookshelves, crumbs on the table from meals, the brothers’ clothes strewn about. Barbatos would be livid.

You remembered one time when Barbatos came over and found a rat in the House of Lamentation. He was so furious that day and the threats he made sent a shiver down your spine. He swore if he ever found one again he would burn down the house.

You quickly moved to your room and grabbed the speaker that Levi had gifted you. You turned on some music and decided that you would spend the day cleaning. The house gravely needed it. 

At first, the music was mere background noise to keep you motivated to continue the task at hand. But, the more cleaning you got done, the more you had fun with the music.

Eventually, you started singing and dancing to the music. You were shameless in your performance as you cleaned because you knew the house was empty.

Lucifer had come home from RAD with his arms full of paperwork. He had a lot to do and intended to start on it as soon as he got back to the House of Lamentation.

But, the second he stepped inside the house, he was distracted by your figure bounding around the living room while you sang and danced to the music that was playing.

Lucifer was taken aback at first, but soon a smile was breaking out across his lips as he watched you. You looked so happy.

At some point, Lucifer had set down his paperwork in favor of paying you all of his attention. He could catch up later.

You finished dusting off the last bookshelf in the living room just as the song had ended and you let out a gasp as you heard someone clapping behind you.

A deep blush coated your cheeks as you came face to face with Lucifer who was smirking at you.

“That was quite the performance,” Lucifer stated, taking a few steps closer to you. A slow song had started playing on the speaker now, but your music was long forgotten - replaced by your embarrassment.

Lucifer stopped in front of you and held his hand out toward you. You looked up at him in surprise before placing your hand in his.

Lucifer pulled you close to him, his hand resting on your back as you placed your hand on his shoulder.

He smiled down at you as the two of you began waltzing around the room and you let out a small chuckle as he spun you around before bringing you back into his arms.

You laid your head on his chest as the song began to come to a close and Lucifer’s arms only tightened around you.

“My brothers can finish cleaning,” Lucifer stated, not ready to let you go. He wanted to spend the rest of the night with you and you knew how Lucifer was when it came to something he wanted. He was hardly ever defied. 

By the time Mammon had gotten back to the House of Lamentation, he was tired and wanted nothing more than to see his human.

It didn’t matter if he had been dragged through the nine circles of Hell, you always found a way to make him feel better and more energized.

But he was not expecting to find you in the way he did when he entered the dorm. 

You had no idea he was there, singing and dancing to your heart’s content. And Mammon was biting his lip to keep from laughing.

The music covered up any noises that he did make, allowing him to remain a secret bystander.

You were doing the most ridiculous dance moves and Mammon was loving every second of it.

You turned around to face a new direction when you and Mammon suddenly made eye contact. You immediately froze in your spot, your eyes wide and blushing furiously as Mammon finally let out the laughter he had been containing.

Well - there was no going back from this now. He had already seen your dance moves and he was going to tease you no matter what you did. So, you might as well finish enjoying the moment.

You motioned for Mammon to join you and now he was the one blushing. He refused at first until you gently grabbed his hands, pulling him into the middle of the room.

Mammon avoided your gaze as he scratched the back of his neck nervously. He took another moment to contemplate his decision before breaking out into his own set of dance moves.

They were equally as ridiculous as yours were and it instantly made you forget about your embarrassment as you both broke into loud laughter, continuing to dance with each other.

Lucifer came home during your and Mammon’s concert performance and was torn between laughing at the scene and questioning why that was his brother.

Levi had spent a lot of time at the convention, so he was expecting everyone to be home when he got back.

Imagine his surprise when instead of being met with his brothers, he was met with the sound of music playing loudly somewhere in the House of Lamentation.

Normally, the first thing Levi wanted to do when he got home was go straight to his room. But unfortunately for him, his curiosity was too strong and he found himself wandering towards the noise.

That’s when he found you singing and twirling as you cleaned the house. Levi let out a small gasp as he was torn between covering his eyes and watching you.

He felt like this was something that wasn’t meant for his eyes but he also couldn’t look away.

When you finally noticed his presence, you weren’t sure if you were more embarrassed or if he was as you both began blushing.

You were stuck in a stalemate trying to figure out who would be the first to move when suddenly a song from one of Levi’s favorite animes came on.

You could see the excitement in his eyes when the music came on and you encouraged him to dance with you.

He couldn’t - it would be way too embarrassing. But, then again, there was no one else home and he had already seen you dance. If you decided to say something to one of his brothers, he could turn it around on you.

You had somehow managed to convince him to dance with you and Levi had stolen the show. 

Never doubt an otaku’s dancing skills.

Satan came home in a good mood. His speech at the book club had gone very well and the first thing he wanted to do when he came home was to come find you and thank you for your help.

If it wasn’t for you, he wouldn’t have been as confident going into that meeting.

He heard music coming from the library and immediately went to the room to find you prancing around as you picked up miscellaneous books and placed them in their rightful place on the shelf. 

You held a duster in your hand so you could dust off the shelves as well and you sometimes used it as a microphone, to which Satan couldn’t help but chuckle.

Normally, a library was meant to be a quiet place, but Satan was grateful that today was an exception.

You climbed a small ladder to reach the top of one of the shelves, your hips swaying to the music and Satan couldn’t help but stare at you with admiration.

As the song came to an end, you felt a presence to your left and slowly turned to look. 

Seeing Satan standing there made you jump and lose your grip on the ladder. You braced for impact but you were only met with Satan’s arms as he caught you.

He gently set you down on the ground and you avoided his gaze as your cheeks were bright red. Not only had Satan caught you singing and dancing, but you also just fell in front of him. Your embarrassment was at its peak right now.

Noticing your discomfort, Satan gently grabbed your hand before spinning you around. You bit back a smile as you came back around to face Satan who was watching you with excited eyes.

The two of you fell into an easy dance and you soon forgot about your embarrassment from being caught dancing. 

After the dance, Satan led you to the couch in the library and pulled you into his lap, pulling out a book. 

As much as he loved watching you move around, now he just wants to hold you in his arms. 

He hoped you couldn’t hear how loud his heart was beating while you were sitting on his lap.

Asmodeus had come home feeling very relaxed after his trip to the spa. He only wished that you had been there with him.

When he got home and saw you dancing and singing, Asmo immediately started smiling.

He would be the quickest out of everyone to join you in your performance. 

He came up behind you and gently wrapped his arms around you, making you tense up slightly until you realized who it was.

“Oh - I didn’t realize you were home,” you admitted a bit sheepishly, slightly embarrassed as Asmo pulled out of the hug.

Asmo smiled as he took your hand and began dancing with you around the room. He tried to show you some dance moves from the Devildom while you showed him some from the human world.

You were both enjoying the closeness of the encounter and Asmo never made you feel embarrassed for dancing in front of him.

He also noticed how spotless the House of Lamentation looked and as the two of you began to wind down, he immediately suggested giving you your own personal spa day for all your hard work.

He spent the rest of the night pampering you and making sure to pay extra attention to your hands and feet since you had been cleaning for so long. 

Asmo can’t help the smile that rests on his face as he thinks about the two of you dancing together in perfect rhythm. Like the two of you were made for each other!

Next time though, he’ll suggest the two of you try a dance you didn’t get to do  - the horizontal tango.

Beel had just finished his long training session and he was starving. 

There was only one thing on his mind when he got home - food.

He immediately went to the kitchen to most likely eat everything inside of it. But he stopped when he saw you there.

He watched as you moved around as if you didn’t have a care in the world, and he couldn’t help but enjoy seeing this side of you. 

The thought of food had temporarily escaped Beel’s mind as he felt entranced by you.

But even though his mind wasn’t focused on his current problem, his body didn’t forget the pain it was in. 

A loud growl suddenly erupted from his stomach and you let out a small, startled shout as you turned to face the source of the noise.

You had a hand on your heart as you and Beel made eye contact and he looked down at the floor abashedly knowing he had been caught staring.

“You don’t have to stop,” Beel told you, silently hoping that you would continue. He was enjoying watching you dance around like you were having the time of your life.

You gave Beel a small smile, knowing that he would never judge you or make fun of you. 

You pulled a snack out of the fridge and handed it to Beel before continuing what you were doing.

Beel happily ate his food as he enjoyed the performance, occasionally offering you his hand to twirl you around before returning to his snack.

Once he was done eating, he offered to help you clean the kitchen and you noticed him moving the slightest bit to the music as he did so.

As soon as the kitchen was clean, Beel wanted to spend more time with you doing other things.

Belphie had gone to the gym with Beel out of twin obligation. But, it didn’t take long for Belphie to get tired and want to go home. 

He really did his best to try and help Beel with his workout. But - surely at this point his brother wouldn’t notice if he slipped out of the gym and went home right?

Belphie decided it would be worth the risk and managed to complete his plan. He immediately went home, hoping you would be there so that he could take you to the attic for a nap.

To his surprise, you were already in the attic when he got home, but you were far from ready for a nap. You were bustling with energy as you moved around the room singing and dancing.

You didn’t notice that Belphie had entered the room and you didn’t notice that he had made his way to the bed in the attic, his eyes glued to you the entire time.

Belphie didn’t want to ruin the show, so he simply laid down, thinking this would be a good view to fall asleep to. It would definitely give him good dreams.

Except he couldn’t bring himself to actually fall asleep. He was too enticed by you to close his eyes. He didn’t want to miss a single moment of your dancing and singing.

You let out a small shout when you turned around and saw Belphie lying on the bed, lazily smiling at you.

You immediately paused the music as your cheeks began to turn red.

“Belphie…I didn’t know you were back,” you told him, shuffling awkwardly next to the bed.

“You’re a good dancer,” Belphie replied with a small smirk, only adding to your embarrassment.

He pulled you into the bed with him and immediately laid on top of you before asking, “Do you have any other moves you want to show me?”

You had decided Belphie was determined to try and kill you…again.

Diavolo had come to the House of Lamentation in search of Lucifer. He had knocked politely on the front door, but when no one came to answer it, he got a bit worried.

He heard music playing from inside the house and decided to enter. Lucifer wouldn’t mind if he entered the house if no one had greeted him.

And, if something had happened then it was his responsibility as the future demon king to try and help.

His worries were immediately dispelled though when he saw you dancing around the house as you joyfully cleaned.

A large smile spread across Diavolo’s lips as he watched you, completely entertained by you.

He wondered how a human managed to gain such a strong hold over his heart.

When you noticed Diavolo standing there, you were immediately blushing. You had just embarrassed yourself in front of royalty.

“Diavolo - sorry, I didn’t see you there,” you stated, turning the music down just a bit.

“Apologies - I didn’t mean to intrude. No one answered the door and I was worried,” Diavolo replied.

“Oh, I must not have heard it. Everyone else is gone right now,” you responded and an idea lit up Diavolo’s eyes.

He graciously took your hand in his and pulled you to him. “If no one else is here, then we’ll just have to have some fun of our own,” he told you with a charming smile before moving around the room with you.

Once the initial shock had passed, you found it easy to dance with Diavolo and the moment had turned into an intimate one as you locked eyes with each other.

But then Lucifer came home and interrupted, confused as to what was happening. Did he have a meeting with Lord Diavolo that he somehow missed?

Diavolo was disappointed that the moment was ruined, but he was determined to dance with you again.

Don’t ask questions when he throws an impromptu ball a few days later.

Barbatos had been sent to the House of Lamentation on Diavolo’s orders. 

To be honest, since that incident with the rat, Barbatos dreaded coming to the house. But he would never refuse his Lord’s request. 

He could tell something was different immediately upon entry to the house. He couldn’t see any dirt or anything that had been misplaced. And it smelled strangely good. Not like food but something else.

Barbatos followed the sound of the music that he heard and all of his questions had been answered when he saw you doing a mix of cleaning and dancing.

Part of him was a bit angry that you were doing all of the cleaning yourself. Couldn’t the brothers at least be bothered to help? Most of it was their mess after all.

You let out a small gasp as Barbatos made his presence known. His intention wasn’t to embarrass you but rather to help you clean. He is the best at it and he couldn’t stand the idea of you doing everything on your own. 

You were grateful for the help and the fact that he hadn’t mentioned the dancing. 

Even though he didn’t bring it up, Barbatos was replaying your moves in his head. He couldn’t help but cherish the memory as he was the only one there to witness it.

He does attempt to get you to dance and sing some more while he’s there. So he takes the first step by gently moving to the music while he cleans.

You didn’t understand how he could look so perfect doing both tasks at once.

When the two of you made eye contact, you understood the want behind Barbatos’ eyes and soon you joined in with him.

This would be your guys’ little secret.   

Simeon was graceful in everything he did. Maybe it was a perk of being an angel - or maybe it was because Simeon was just that perfect.

Either way, one of those things he was graceful at was dancing. Though he didn’t do it too often. Mostly because he rarely had the opportunity to do so.

Simeon had come by the House of Lamentation to ask you a question, and he was so glad that he chose this exact moment to come by.

He watched you with pure love and admiration as you danced around the house. He wondered if you knew how graceful you looked.

Simeon wasn’t afraid to join you and gently grabbed your hand, catching your attention.

You didn’t have time to feel embarrassed as Simeon carefully took you into his arms and started dancing around the room with you.

He noted the way you moved with him and hoped that he would never have to find a different dance partner.

You had a small blush on your cheeks but allowed Simeon to lead you in the dance.

Your chores were long forgotten about as Simeon looked into your eyes, pink dusting his cheeks as well at your closeness.

If he could have you in his arms forever, he would never want anything else.

Simeon had a small frown on his lips as you both heard the front door open signifying at least one of the brothers had come home.

He let out a small gasp as you took his hand and led him to your room. You needed to spend at least a little more time with the angel before you said your goodbyes for the night.

Solomon was a very good dancer.

He had been alive long enough to know almost every kind of dance that had been created - save for the new dances that you showed him on TikTok.

Solomon is one who actually enjoys dancing so when he came to the House of Lamentation and saw you dancing about, he was very pleased.

He wanted to join in, but he also wanted to stand back and watch. It was a mix of wanting to simply admire you and wanting to dance with you.

He didn’t have much of a choice though, because you almost immediately noticed Solomon’s presence and you stopped dancing as soon as you did.

Solomon found the flustered look on your face completely adorable and he instantly moved to your side.

“Was that one of your ‘TikTok’ dances?” Solomon asked and you nodded slightly, your blush deepening. 

“Let me show you one of my dances,” Solomon offered with a smile as he suddenly pulled you into a dance.

You let out a small gasp as you flew into his arms and he seamlessly guided you around the room. You had no idea what dance you were doing, but somehow you were doing it. 

You saw the grin that Solomon was wearing while he danced with you and you couldn’t help but smile back at him.

When you finished dancing, Solomon asked if he could take you out. And as much as you wanted to go, you had to finish cleaning before the brothers got back.

Solomon doesn’t find that to be a problem though because with a snap of his fingers, everything was magically clean. Now you could go!

As you left with Solomon you made a mental note to ask him to do that trick again for you next time, instead of you spending your entire day cleaning.

[obeymeshallwedateaddict]

Devildom 'I love you' day

Imagine if there was a day in the Devildom where all demons had to show affection in one way or another. How would the brothers do it? How would the brothers express their undying love for you?

Contains: Fluff

GN!MC (Reader)

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Lucifer

You heard a knock on the door which woke you up. It was early in the morning and you had gone to bed late last night since you were playing games with Levi. So waking up early in the morning wasn't how you were planning to start the day. You sit up in the bed and groggily answer "Yeah?" You hear the door open while you rub your eyes.

-MC? Did I wake you? –You look over at the demon with fuzzy eyes. It was Lucifer. The raven-haired, red eyed, arrogant Avatar of Pride had come to wake you. You assumed that it is something important since he isn't the one to come wake you up. But then you saw a beautiful bouquet of flowers in his arms. And on top of that he was wearing formal attire. You rub your eyes once again to make sure you are seeing this properly and yes you were. The first-born was standing before you with a bouquet of flowers, wearing a costume! And the flowers were your favourite ones. Have you ever even told him you liked those?

-Uhm, Lucifer? What are these for? –You ask and look up to meet his eyes. His gaze was soft and loving.

-Today is the Devildom 'I love you' day. Every year on this day people have to show affection towards their loved ones. So here I am, MC. –He takes a deep breath and gets on one knee offering the bouquet to you.

-MC, I know I may not show it as often but you mean everything to me. I love you more than words can even begin to explain. And I promise you. I'm not doing this just because it's the Devildom 'I love you' day. –You swear you could feel your cheeks heat up and you probably have the biggest idiotic smile on your face you nod and take the bouquet from his arms. You bring it to your nose and the sweet scent of the flowers floods your nostrils. You close your eyes and inhale it.

-Thank you, Lucifer. They are lovely.. I love you too.. –You say as the demon sits next to you in the bed.

-I have planned many things for us today. I promise to make this day unforgettable. But before we start I have something else I'd like to do. –With those words the first-born grasps your chin and kisses you passionately. Your breaths mingle together while your lips dance in a heated rhythm. When the kiss ends you embrace him and inhale his scent. It was your favourite perfume. It was obvious that the day would be a success. After all it was planned by no other than the Avatar of Pride himself.

Mammon

You were walking down the hallway of RAD. It was in the middle of the school day so you still had a few hours left to go. The day was overall nice. Nothing too hard nor too boring. It was a pretty decent day. And then suddenly you hear someone shouting your name from the end of the hallway.

-Yo, MC? Wait up! –You turn around and look at the white-haired second-born run up to you. You wait for him to catch up while eying him with a questioning look.

-What's up, Mammon? –You ask as the demon reaches you. He puts his hands on his knees and pants. When he finally manages to catch his breath he looks over at you.

-MC, I bought ya something! –He says and pulls out two matching keychains from his pocket.

-Mammon, what are these for? –You ask and carefully observe the keychains.

-Let The Mammon explain. So I heard some bullshit that today is some Devildom blah blah 'I love you' day. And eh The Great Mammon just wanted to show you some love, human! –You chuckle and roll your eyes. Though you can't help but feel a bit flustered at the demon's determination.

-So hear me out! Cuz I'm gonna say this only once. MC, I love ya. –He hands you one of the keychains, looking into your eyes.

-I worked hard for these keychains ya know? So you better wear it every day. Cuz I am! And I wanna match! –You smile at Mammon's little demand and nod.

-Alright.. I'll wear it, Mammon –You see a big smile draw on his expression and you smile back at him.

-I love you too, Mammon. –You lean in and press a soft kiss to the demon's lips and he gasps.

-Yo, human! What's the big idea?! –He asks and you wrap your arms around his waist in an embrace. You can practically feel how the second-born rolls his eyes which almost makes you laugh.

-Fine. The Mammon will show ya some affection. Don't get used to it though. It's just for today. –You decide not to argue with his little statement but you knew it was a lie. Afterwards you and Mammon spend a great day, filled with kisses, hugs, holding hands and most importantly –love.

Leviathan

It was a regular day. You were painting your nails with Asmo in the living room when suddenly you got a message on your D.D.D. since your nail polish was still wet you asked the fifth-born to read it to you. You saw him tense up as he read the message.

-It's from Levi. He says he wants to play games and is inviting you to his room. Should I write to him that you are busy at the moment? –Asmo asks and you nod.

-Yeah. You might as well. I will talk to him later. I'll have to wait for the nail polish to dry out. –The eyes of the demon before you brighten and he nods, typing a few words on your phone before leaving it on the table.

-Okay! Let me put another layer of nail polish on you! –Asmodeus says and reaches for the nail polish but your phone buzzes again. Asmo leans over and reads it.

-Levi said that he has something important. Eh.. can't he wait? –Asmo whines and shakes his head. You think over it carefully before speaking up.

-If it's something important I must see what's up. I'll speak to you later, Asmo! –You say, grabbing your phone and turning to leave.

-You are seriously leaving for that boring otaku? And leaving the nail polish? MC, you are so bad! –You chuckle at the fifth-born's words and head for Levi's room. You knock on the door and prepare to say the secret phrase but to your surprise Leviathan just opens the door for you straight away. You greet him and enter the room.

-So, Levi what's up? –You notice a small blush on his face and wonder whether to question it or not but the demon speaks up before you do.

-So uhm MC.. I h-heard that today is.. uhm Devildom 'I love you' day and uhm.. I wanted to give you this as a token of my feelings.. –He stammers out before handing you a figurine of both of you's favourite anime. Your eyes widen and you take it eagerly. Thank you Levi!

-Y-yeah... No problem.. know that.. uhm.. I.. I l-love you.. okay? –the third-born speaks and you nod.

-Yes, I know.. and I love you too, Levi! A lot. –The demon's cheeks heat up in a pinkish color and you chuckle to yourself before leaning in a pressing na soft kiss to Levi's lips.

-Wh-what are you??? –He questions but you silence him.

-Let's make the best of today. –You state and hug the purple haired demon, wrapping your arms around his neck. He only nods. You and Levi proceed to have a nice day filled with love.

Satan

You were sitting in the living room, scrolling through your phone in the company of Mammon, Asmo and Beel. The three of them were doing their own thing. Mammon was counting money, which resulted in a silent "one hundred to thirty-two" for example. It wasn't often but it happened from time to time. Asmo was reading a beauty magazine. He looked almost lost in it. Like he wouldn't be able to move his gaze away from it while Beel was eating a pizza and a devil burger at once. At once.. oh and he was drinking soda along with it too. That demon is impossible. Suddenly you get a call which draws everyone's attention to your phone. You grab your phone and check the ID to see that the Avatar of Wrath was calling you. You pick up and your first words draw frustration in everyone in the room.

-Yeah, Satan? What's up? –You speak and wait for him to answer.

-I want to speak to you. It's important. Could you come to my room for a bit? –He asked, hanging up before you could respond, leaving you with little choice but to make your way to his room. Standing up from the couch you walk to the fourth-born's room. You knock on the door and soon enough you receive a firm. "Come in, MC" from the other side. By walking in you could smell the faint scent of Satan's perfume. He was wearing a formal attire with a book and a rose in hand. You shot him a questioning gaze and he chuckles.

-Oh MC. Why are you looking at me like that? Don't you know what today is? –The demon asks and you shake your head.

-No, not really.

-Let me enlighten you then. Today is the Devildom's 'I love you' day. People on this day show their love and appreciation towards their partner. And I would like to do the same. –He offers you the book and the rose, by taking it you feel that the thorns have been cut. For as long as you can remember you'd always poke your finger into a thorn. But not today. Supposedly Satan thought about that as well and clipped out the thorns. The book was one that you have been wanting to get for ages but never got spare money to do so. You look over at Satan and smile. -Oh my gosh! Thank you, Satan! That means so much... –You speak and see a faint blush cover the demon's cheek.

-You flatter me, MC. And here I thought that today was the day I got to pamper you. But let me tell you. I love you, MC. More than words or any book can express. –He says and takes your hand. You look at his eyes and feel the sincere love he feels for you.

-I love you too, Satan. –You smile and lean in to press a soft kiss to the demon's lips. Afterwards you and Satan share a nice and romantic day together.

Asmodeus

You were helping Lucifer run some errands around RAD and it was honestly tiring. The man himself seemed exhausted and was barely holding up considering he is one of the most powerful demons in the Devildom. So what's left for a human like you? You felt like you could collapse any minute now. And then all of a sudden you get a call from Asmodeus, the fifth-born. You answer and continue trying to catch up to Lucifer.

-Yeah? Asmo, what's up? –You ask and continue walking.

-MC, sweetheart... I've got something for you. Meet me in the cafeteria. –He speaks up and you watch Lucifer walk faster and faster into the distance.

-Sorry, Asmo. I'm kind of busy right now. Heyyy! Lucifer, wait up! –You call out for the eldest who didn't seem to hear your words.

-Lucifer! –You try one more time but it was also unsuccessful. The demon was lost in his own world. Meanwhile Asmodeus was giggling on the other side of the phone.

-MC, Lucy won't notice if you slip away. As I see he isn't even answering you. –You stop in your tracks and think about the fifth-born's statement. Perhaps he was right. But Lucifer would be pissed if you left him like that. Though do you care? You've gone through his punishments millions of times. It's not as if you cannot do it again. So there you were. Making yet again another poor life choice which you'll be scolded for.

-I'll be right there. –You say to the speaker and hang up the phone, heading to the cafeteria, instead of running after the lost in thought Avatar of Pride. Not long after you finally reach the cafeteria. When you opened the door you heard Asmodeus shout.

-Happy I love you day, sweetheart! –The fifth-born speaks and throws heart-shaped confetti your way. You chuckle and look over at Asmodeus.

-Thanks, Asmo. This is awesome! –You speak with the biggest smirk on your face. Asmodeus on the other hand claps his hands before walking up to you, wrapping his arms around you.

-I love you, MC. So so so so SO much! <3 –He speaks up and leans down, capturing your lips in a loving, yet passionate kiss. It lasted for a couple of minutes and when you finally pulled away, you whispered into the demon's ear.

-I love you too, Asmo. –The day you and the Avatar of Lust shared was irreplaceable.

Beelzebub

You were in your room, quietly scrolling on your phone. The day was pretty decent. You had a few errands you had to run but it wasn't something hard to do. And now that everything was done you had some free time left to do whatever you want. That's when suddenly Beelzebub the sixth-born barged in through the door. You looked at him with a questioning gaze. You didn't expect visitors. Or so you thought. After all your room is a public place and free to use for certain 7 demon brothers.

-Hey, Beel. You need something? –You ask and look over at the orange-haired demon before you. He had a hopeful look in his eyes. It felt like he was expecting something from you. Though you weren't sure what. Was there something you have forgotten? An outing with the twins? Or to make Beel his favourite demon sandwich? You weren't sure exactly why the sixth oldest would come into the room just like that.

-Yeah, MC. I heard from Lucifer that today is a Devildom 'I love you' day. And I wanted to show you how much I actually love you. To use the day as an opportunity. –The demon says and falls into complete silence before looking out the window.

-Well evening.. not day.. but.. will you spend it with me, MC? –The demon asks and you nod your head.

-Gladly, Beel! Let's go.. –You stand up and take the sixth-born's hand, leading him outside your bedroom.

Soon enough you and Beelzebub find yourselves in Hell's kitchen, waiting for your order. The sixth-born takes your hand, making you look into his eyes. You saw that same loving, yet innocent gaze he had. One of the many reasons you loved Beelzebub.

-MC, I want you to know how special you are to me. And how much I love you. –The demon speaks up while caressing your knuckles.

-I love you too, Beel. You are also really special to me. –You say and lean in, closing your eyes and gently pressing your lips to those of the Avatar of Gluttony. He smiled against your lips while they intertwined in a passionate dance. You and Beel proceed to share a nice dinner at Hell's kitchen.

Belphegor

It was a regular morning. You and the brothers had just shared breakfast though you cannot deny how wild it actually was. Mammon and Satan argued the whole time about the ingredients in the Devildom hell sauce. Asmodeus was painting Beel's nails while Lucifer was lecturing Leviathan for using his phone during breakfast. That was pretty much a regular morning at this point. And if it was peaceful you'd know that there is a problem. Suddenly the first-born finishes scolding Levi and turns to you.

-MC, could you wake up Belphie for me? I don't want him to be late to a meeting once again. –You listen to the raven-haired demon's words and nod before excusing yourself from the table. You walk over to the twin's room and knock on the door. When you didn't receive an answer you walked in. To your surprise though the Avatar of Sloth wasn't sleeping like he usually would. Instead he was sitting on the bed, wearing his school uniform. In his hand he was holding a little jewellery box. Playing with it and moving it from one hand to the other.

-Good morning, Belphie. Why aren't you at breakfast? –The demon turns his gaze to you and smiles. It seemed like his mood immediately shifted when he noticed you.

-MC! There you are! I was waiting for you. –He stood up and walked over to you.

-Waiting for me? I don't remember you asking me to meet you? –You question and the demon chuckles.

-I didn't call you over because I knew Lucifer would send you to wake me up at some point. But anyway. I have a little surprise for you. –Belphie says and opens the box, offering it to you. Inside there are two necklaces. Matching ones. The first one was formed like a moon and the other one was like a little sun.

-Happy Devildom 'I love you' day, MC. This is a little something I bought to show you how I feel. They are matching necklaces. One is for me and the other is for you. –He speaks up and reaches for the sun-shaped necklace. He wrapped it around your neck and clipped it.

-It suits you perfectly. Would you mind putting mine on? –The seventh-born asks and you nod. Taking the moon necklace you wrap it around the demon's neck and clip it up. And there you were. Wearing matching necklaces with Belphegor. You smiled and pulled Belphie into a hug. Wrapping his arms around you he leaned down and whispered into your ear.

-I love you, MC. –And with that he proceeds to capture your lips in a loving kiss. You were in a great mood for the rest of the day. Toying with the little necklace when you missed the youngest brother in class.

[ghoulsbounty]

First of all, I love 'From a previous life'. It's so well written and brings me so much joy to read.

That being said, I'm very excited to see you're taking requests.

Could we get a scenario where Cooper and fem, ex-vaulty reader find an almost abandoned vault when seeking shelter from an oncoming rad storm. After clearing it out- of most threats, they get comfortable and reader decides to give cooper a taste of the finer things in life. They could get power going, potentially shower (together?) Have a meal they didn't have to hunt, sleep in an actual bed, etc.

Could involve cuddling, smut, playfulness or whatever, I just love the thought of rough and tough Cooper getting all soft as he finally gets to indulge himself for the first time in over 200 years.

Please and thank you <3

What Happens Tonight

Cooper Howard (The Ghoul) x Ex-Vaultie!Reader (fem)

Summary: You proposition the Ghoul whilst taking shelter during a radstorm.

Warnings: smut (18+), shower-sex, clothed sex (party of one), p in v, swearing, flirting, angst, canon-typical violence, mutual pining, rejection, emotionally stunted Cooper, slight mentions of appearance anxiety (Cooper), tiny hint at selling reader for vials (blink and you miss it)

Word Count: 4.8K

A/N: Anon, thank you so much for such a lovely, detailed request (my first!) I hope I've managed to meet your expectations, and thank you for the kind words on From A Previous Life, I'm so glad you're enjoying it. I'd love to know what you all think to this, and feel free to send me more requests 💌

👉Read part two HERE👈

The Ghoul's voice echoed through the steel corridors of the vault as he fired off another round into the oncoming horde of feral ghouls. "So much for being abandoned!" he shouted over his shoulder, his words barely audible over the cacophony of growls and moans. His gun raised, he braced himself for another wave.

You reacted instinctively, the adrenaline coursing through your veins as you kicked out, your boot connecting with the hanging jaw of a ghoul that leaped at you. The sickening crunch of bone halted it's advance momentarily, giving the bullet from your gun time to find its mark, silencing it permanently. Blood sprayed across your face, warm and sticky as it settled on your skin, but there was no time to dwell on it.

Fumbling with the bandolier across your chest, you frantically grabbed at a bullet to reload your gun. "I didn't hear you coming up with anything," you retorted, eyes wide as another ghoul descended upon you with alarming speed, its ghastly form illuminated by the flickering lights of the vault.

It swiped at your outstretched arm, the gun flying from your grip and landing with a metallic clash against the steel floor. The ghoul lunged towards you with a guttural snarl, its rotten teeth gnashing dangerously close to your neck, and you fell backwards under it's weight in a surge of panic. Your heart pounded in your chest as you grappled with the creature, holding it inches away from your face, your hand pressing desperately against its corroded neck.

Salvation came in the form of a single bullet piercing through the air, entering and leaving the feral ghoul's skull in a clean strike. The creature's movements ceased abruptly, its lifeless form collapsing against your grip. You exhaled a shaky breath, relief flooding through you as you begun to push it away, its decaying remnants staining your body and the ground beneath you.

"Well, I'm damn sure it would have been better than this," the Ghoul remarked, his voice tinged with irritation as he kicked the lifeless body away from you. He turned his attention back to the remaining two feral ghouls, his gaze hardening with determination. "Fuckin' steel tomb. Don't know why I agreed to this," he muttered under his breath, raising his sawed off rifle at the closest enemy. 

Neither of you had been expecting the storm. After miles of trudging through the unforgiving desert, each step sinking into the soft grains like quicksand and your weary legs protesting with every movement, you had welcomed it. The sun's heat was relentless as it bore down upon you, slicking your skin with sweat as your lungs burned from the thick, humid air.

When the sky finally darkened, heavy storm clouds rolling ominously across the horizon, you had felt a sense of relief. The air crackled with a pulsing electricity, raising the hairs on your arms and sending shivers down your spine. You smiled, anticipating the rain against your hot skin, cooling it like a balm, but your glee ended when you followed the Ghoul's troubled gaze skyward. The once-promising clouds twisted into a menacing green hue, casting an eerie glow over the wasteland. As they churned and roiled overhead, you felt the Ghoul tug at your hand as you both fled.

You had struggled to keep pace with the Ghoul as he dragged you along the desert, his movements swift and determined despite the looming threat of the storm overhead. The sound of thunder grew louder with each passing moment, urging you forward towards the faint glimmer of hope on the horizon—the open blast door, rusted and weathered against the harsh backdrop of the desert rocks. Salvation.

"You didn't have much choice," you reminded him, now dusting yourself off as you rose to your feet and joined him at his side. With practiced ease, you reached for the pistol holstered at his hip, levelling it at the snarling feral ghoul before you. Without hesitation, you pulled the trigger, the blast tearing through the ghoul's face and sending it crashing to the ground.

"Not all of us are immune to radstorms," you continued, your voice firm as you glanced at him, a hint of a smile on your lips. "And you'd miss me too much."

With a grunt of acknowledgment, he dispatched the last remaining ghoul with a well-aimed shot to the head. As the echoes of gunfire faded, silence descended upon the hallway, the only sound a soft hum of electricity coursing through the ancient structure.

"Like a hole in the head," he muttered, his tone laced with grim amusement as he surveyed the aftermath of the encounter, slinging his rifle onto his back.

You rolled your eyes in response, holstering his gun back at his hip before bending to retrieve your own from where it had been flung during the scuffle with the feral ghoul. Blood smeared across your skin as you wiped at your eyes with the back of your hand, blinking away the remnants of the encounter.

The Ghoul scrutinized you with a critical eye, flicking at a piece of rotten flesh that rested on your shoulder. It hit the ground with a wet splat. "You look like shit," he remarked bluntly, his tone devoid of any sugar-coating as he took in your dishevelled appearance. "Smell like it too."

A wry grin tugged at your lips despite the grim circumstances, looking down at your bloody clothes. "I don't think ghouls concern themselves with personal hygiene when they're rotting from the inside out," you quipped, attempting to lighten the mood, though you quickly fumbled to apologize when you saw his expression falter. "Not you, you're different."

He kicked at the corpse with a spurred boot, a hint of bitterness tainting his features. "Debateable," he muttered, his voice heavy with a weight you couldn't quite discern.

Before you could say anything, he urged you forward through the dim hallway, stepping over the dead as you pushed deeper into the belly of the vault.

"The backup generator is running, but barely" you informed him, eyeing the flickering lights overhead. "If we find an apartment close to the power room, it might have enough for a hot shower. I bet there's still an old tin of cram or two hanging around, too."

He chuckled teasingly, his voice echoing softly in the corridor. "Feeling at home, vaultie?" he asked, a hint of amusement colouring his words.

You couldn't help but feel a pang of nostalgia as you took in the familiar twists and turns of the Vault-Tec vault. It had been months since you left your own vault on a standard recon mission for the overseer. Memories of your first days outside the safety of your home flooded back, the naivety of not quite understanding your surroundings almost leading you to your demise. It was only through the intervention of the irradiated bounty hunter that you had been spared from certain death.

Despite the dangers of the wasteland, you had found a sense of belonging alongside the Ghoul, his gruff exterior belying a reluctant camaraderie that had formed between you. His initial frustration at your presence had given way to begrudging acceptance, and eventually, he had presented you with an ultimatum: he would guide you through the commonwealth in return for your assistance in retrieving his next batch of vials. What exactly your role would entail remained unclear, but you had agreed without hesitation, eager to repay the debt you owed him for saving your life.

"Let's try in here," you suggested, gesturing towards the apartment block as you led the way. Stopping at the first open door, you peered inside, finding the remnants of a life left behind. The apartment boasted a homely kitchen diner attached to an open-planned living room, but a thick layer of dust coated every surface, casting a sombre feeling over the once-vibrant space.

As you moved to step into the apartment, the Ghoul's gloved hand closed firmly around your wrist, halting your progress. "We should check on the storm," he advised, his tone cautious. "It could be passing quickly, and we don't want to waste valuable time."

"What's your hurry?" you chuckled, gently freeing your arm from his grip with a shake before venturing into the kitchen. "Don't tell me you couldn't go for a little home comfort or two," you teased over your shoulder, testing the tap and smiling when the first drops of water spurted from it. 

The Ghoul stepped warily into the apartment, his hand hovering near his holstered gun as he scanned the faded space with caution, his senses alert for any signs of danger. Meanwhile, you rummaged through the cupboards with a sense of determination, your movements swift and purposeful.

Suddenly, you let out a triumphant "Aha!" The Ghoul tensed slightly as he turned his attention to you. With a proud grin, you held up your findings for his inspection. "Can I interest you in a fine meal of BlamCo Mac and Cheese, Mr. Howard?"

Your playful tone brought a rare hint of amusement to the Ghoul's features, his guard momentarily lowered in the face of your infectious enthusiasm. With a weary but genuine smile, he nodded in agreement. "Well, vaultie, I suppose it's better than nothing," he conceded, allowing himself to relax ever so slightly in the comfort of the unfamiliar surroundings as he stepped closer to the table.

"Better than spending hours hunting for a glimpse of mole-rat meat, that's for sure," you remarked with a chuckle, the sound echoing softly in the quiet confines of the apartment. You opened the E-Z pour spout of the box, decanting two portions of BlamCo Mac and Cheese into the pan on the stove. You wished for milk instead of the tap water as you added it to the mix, a small pang of longing for the comforts of home stirring within you.

As you stirred the pot, you couldn't help but notice the Ghoul's watchful gaze lingering on you from behind. Turning to face him, you observed the subtle shift in his demeanour, a hint of awkwardness marring his usually confident exterior. "Why don't you sit down, make yourself comfortable," you suggested, nodding towards the dining table that stood between you. Despite his initial hesitation, you smiled warmly when he slowly took a seat.

As you observed the Ghoul sitting at the dining table, his posture tense and his demeanour uncertain, you couldn't help but feel a sense of role reversal between the two of you. Here he was, a seasoned survivor of the wasteland, seeming out of place and unsure in the remnants of a family home. It was a stark contrast to the confidence and expertise he showed whilst guiding you on the surface.

Now, it was your turn to lead him through unfamiliar territory, to offer him a glimpse of normalcy amidst the chaos he'd known for so many years.

You served the steaming meal into two bowls you had found in the cupboard above, placing them gently on the table before the Ghoul as you settled into your seat opposite him. As he picked up his spoon and began to eat, you couldn't help but watch him with a soft affection.

He grunted in acknowledgment, a reluctant expression of gratitude escaping his scarred lips before he dug into the hot offering before him. You observed with a warm smile as he paused mid-mouthful, savouring the cheesy flavour that filled the air, his expression shifting to one of satisfaction as he gave an affirming nod.

"Not half bad," he said, then glanced at you with a glint in his eye. "Could do with a little rat meat."

You shook your head at his joke, savouring the familiar taste of the mac and cheese as you tucked into your own meal. A comfortable silence settled between you both as you ate, the only sound in the room the gentle clinking of spoons against ceramic.

Once he had finished his meal, the Ghoul leaned back in his chair, rubbing comically at his stomach as he glanced over at you with a mischievous twinkle in his eye. You couldn't help but laugh at the sight, the juxtaposition of this rugged, irradiated cowboy against the backdrop of a once-cozy family home amusing to you.

"You ever see yourself in a place like this?" you asked, resting your chin in your palm as you leaned forward, your elbow propped up on the table.

"Sweetheart, there ain't no place like this," he replied, gesturing around the room with a sweep of his hand. "This ain't real, just a lie sold to gullible folk who were desperate not to go out with the end of the world."

"I don't know," you countered, a hint of defiance in your voice. "Feels pretty real to me."

He shook his head condescendingly, a familiar tone creeping into his words. "That's 'cause you were raised by the machine," he said, his gaze steady as he met your eyes. "Reality is, you don't know your ass from your elbow."

You laughed softly, the tension easing from your shoulders as you shook your head in amusement. "Maybe not, but I think this, real or not, might be nice for just one night."

He considered your suggestion, his mouth pulling into a tight grimace as he followed your gaze to the far corner of the room where a door led into a fair-sized bedroom. From your vantage point, the queen-sized bed seemed to call out to you, promising a rare moment of comfort and respite that you hadn't felt since leaving your vault.

His expression softened as he caught the gleam of longing in your eye. "I suppose, just one night," he conceded, his tone gruff but his reluctance tinged with a hint of warmth. "You gonna wash that stink off before diving into that thing?"

You grinned at his teasing remark, then gestured to the remnants of feral ghoul clinging to his own body. "I'm not the only one who needs a shower," you pointed out with a playful smirk. "You're not getting in that bed without one."

He chuckled, his gaze momentarily dropping before meeting yours once more. "I'm taking the couch," he declared.

Your smile faltered, disappointment evident on your face as you glanced over to the dusty couch. In your eagerness for a moment of normalcy, you had momentarily forgotten the harsh reality of your situation—the boundaries that existed between you and your companion.

"I think you'd like the bed much better," you suggested tentatively, but he shook his head in refusal when you looked back at him.

"You gonna make me tell you again?" he asked, his tone firm with warning.

Memories of a recent encounter flooded your mind. Just days ago, in the chill of the night, you had sought comfort in his warmth, curling up behind him on his bedroll in a desperate attempt to stave off the cold wind that whipped through the open shelter you had found. Of course it wasn't the only reason you had crossed that line, but you told yourself otherwise.

At first, he had stirred slowly, his initial reaction one of sleep-hazed confusion, but realization settled on him at the touch of your hand on his back. He had pushed you away, demanding to know what had gotten into you, banishing you back to your own bedroll, and in the morning he had made it clear that it was not to happen again—that you needed to get your head on straight.

With a heavy sigh, you resigned yourself to the reality of the situation. Memories of the ease of intimacy in your vault flooded your mind—the shared moments of mutual gratification with fellow residents that had once been commonplace. But on the surface, such connections seemed few and far between, leaving you feeling isolated and starved for physical affection.

Despite your initial recoil at the sight of the Ghoul, a newfound curiosity had begun to stir within you—a longing for the touch of another, of his rough hands, weathered by the harshness of the wasteland, tracing patterns across your flesh. It filled you with a heady mixture of excitement and apprehension. The mere thought of it sent a shiver down your spine, igniting a fire within you that you struggled to suppress. 

And yet, here you both were—plucked from your shared reality and forced to remain in this abandoned apartment until the radstorm had passed.

The confines of the room seemed to shrink around you as the tension between you and the Ghoul hung heavy in the air. Each passing moment only served to heighten the palpable desire that simmered beneath the surface.

"I'm going to wash this off," you announced, your voice steady despite the racing of your heart, as you rose from your seat and fixed your gaze on him. "You're right, none of this is real. Tomorrow is a new day, so what happens tonight is insignificant."

Before you could falter, you turned away and made your way to the bedroom where the en suite was located. Your skin burned at the implication of your words, at the possibility that he might ignore you and leave you feeling empty and alone in the harsh light of the morning after.

With each step, you braced yourself for rejection, for the inevitable fallout that awaited. But as you reached the door of the bathroom, a sliver of hope flickered within you—a small glimmer of possibility that perhaps, just perhaps, the barriers between you could be broken down, if only for a fleeting moment in time.

Stepping into the shower, the hot water cascaded down on you, enveloping your naked skin in a welcomed embrace. With each drop, the dirt and grime of the wasteland melted away, leaving you feeling refreshed and renewed. Lost in the bliss of the water, you didn't hear the door slide open behind you until the Ghoul's deep voice cut through the steam.

"You missed a spot," he remarked, and you jumped, turning to face him with your arms instinctively crossing over your chest. Your heart raced as his darkened eyes roamed your body, their intensity sending a flush of heat rushing to your cheeks.

"Think you can get it, Cooper?" you asked after a pause, the challenge evident in your tone as you dared him to come closer, to see just how far he was willing to go now that he had stepped foot in the bathroom and laid eyes on your naked form. He shifted, making to step into the shower, but you stopped him with a hand pressed against his clothed chest.

"You're still dressed," you pointed out, a hint of amusement dancing in your eyes as you gestured to his attire. His bandolier and hat lay discarded on the countertop behind him, both guns resting in their respective holsters beside your own.

With a resigned sigh, he shrugged out of his heavy duster and let it fall to the ground, the weight of his armour leaving him feeling exposed and vulnerable. But before he could make another move, you stopped him once more, your hand halting his progress as you met his gaze with determination.

"The clothes ain't coming off," he muttered, his tone gruff with a hint of defiance. "Take it or leave it."

For a moment, you hesitated, weighing your options as you stared into his eyes, searching for any sign of vulnerability beneath the hardened exterior. And then, with a silent nod of understanding, you stepped aside, allowing him to join you beneath the comforting spray of the shower, the barriers between you slowly beginning to crumble in the warmth of the water. 

His frame took up the rest of the space, looming over you as you dropped your arm from your chest, exposing yourself to him fully. With a sharp intake of breath, he devoured you with his gaze, his eyes darkening with a mix of hunger and hesitation. The steam swirled around you both, creating a cocoon of intimacy that felt separate from the harsh realities outside.

You reached for his gloved hand, your fingers trembling slightly as you lifted it and guided it to your breast. The sensation of the rough leather against your skin sent a shiver through you, your eyes never leaving his as you encouraged him to touch you.

For a moment, he remained still, his eyes searching yours as if seeking permission one last time. Then, with a slow exhale, he closed his hand around your breast, the pressure firm but careful, as if afraid to break the fragile connection forming between you.

His thumb brushed over your nipple, the leather cool and abrasive against your sensitive skin. A gasp escaped your lips, your body arching into his touch as desire flared within you. His eyes, still locked on yours, softened with a mix of awe and uncertainty, the vulnerability beneath his hardened exterior laid bare in the steamy haze of the shower.

You wondered if, during the centuries he had roamed the wasteland, he had ever experienced this intimacy. Had he taken a lover? Had he sought solace in another's arms, despite the shame that made him hesitant to do so? You wondered if he had felt the soft, smooth skin of a woman since being transformed into this stoic, dangerous mutation, and it made you determined to give him the comfort you felt he so desperately needed.

Emboldened by his touch, you leaned closer, pressing your body against his clothed form, feeling the heat radiating from him even through the layers of damp fabric. Your hands moved to his shoulders, sliding down his arms as you whispered, "You won't break me."

He paused, a dangerous glint in his eyes. "What if I want to?" he asked, his voice low and searching. His gaze bore into yours, seeking an answer.

His words hung in the air, heavy with unspoken longing and raw vulnerability. This was as open and honest as he had ever been with you, his desires laid bare for the first time. You could see the conflict in his gaze, the struggle between the hardened exterior he presented to the world and the tender emotions he kept hidden away.

"Go ahead," you said softly, your voice trembling with anticipation and the weight of your own feelings. You pressed a hand against the hardness of his clothed cock, squeezed gently as if urging him on.

His breath hitched, and for a moment, you thought he might pull away. But then he leaned in, his lips capturing yours in a kiss that was both delicate and demanding. His hands moved over your body, exploring and caressing with a reverence that took your breath away.

Suddenly, you were pushed backwards against the cold tiles of the shower cubicle, his body consumed you as his lips left yours to nip and suck at your neck before moving fervently down to your breasts. You gasped when his teeth grazed your nipple, your hands resting on his shoulders, holding him closer to you. His own hands clawed at your thighs, lifting one leg to rest on his hip as you reached for his belt buckle. He gritted his teeth, anticipating your touch. You undid it slowly, your hand grazing his clothed abdomen before sliding down to squeeze his cock.

"Fuck," he muttered against your skin, his voice thick with desire. You could feel his hardness pulsing against your palm, its size and thickness surprising you, sending a surge of excitement to your core. His textured skin pressed against yours, igniting a shiver of anticipation at the thought of him inside you. With a tentative thrust, he tested your grasp, letting out a guttural moan when you responded with a tug.

You guided his cock to your entrance, teasingly tracing the tip along your slick folds. The air crackled between you, every touch, every movement igniting the tension. He claimed your lips in a fierce kiss, teeth clashing as he effortlessly lifted you with practiced skill. Legs wrapped around his waist, you held onto him tightly as he pushed into you. You felt overwhelmed you as your walls stretched to accommodate him, a fiery sensation coursing through you as he filled you completely.

For a moment, you both stilled in the intensity of the connection, breathlessly panting in the humid air. Then, with a slow, deliberate rhythm, he began to move, his thrusts deep and forceful, each one igniting waves of pleasure that surged through you.

His gloved hands kneaded and squeezed at the soft flesh of your behind, his head dropped into the crook of your neck again as his licked and sucked the skin raw. Your fingers slid between your bodies, tugged at the buttons of his wet shirt in a vain attempt to feel him against you. He grunted, pulled back from your neck with a scolding look as he slapped your hand away.

"I just want to feel you, Coop," you told him, voice tainted with a whine.

"You're feeling me just fine," he said, his voice low, as he thrust his hips deeply, pushing his cock further inside you. Tears welled in your eyes from the stretch, and you leaned your head back against the tiles while he smirked. "Just fine."

You yielded, deciding that if this was how he chose to give himself to you, then you'd accept it willingly.

He took your silence as obedience, thrusting into you forcefully, driving his cock to the hilt over and over. You moaned as your body responded, clenching around him, your eyes squeezed shut. With a smirk, he pulled back slightly, his gaze fixated on the point where your bodies joined, observing intently as he continued to pound into you with a steady, unyielding pace.

A gasp escaped your lips as his hand slid between you, his fingers encased in leather, pinching your clit with a pleasurable pain that sent waves of sensation through your body. The coil of tension inside you tightened, your muscles yearning for release as he expertly flicked and rubbed at the sensitive bud.

Your nails dug into his shoulder, leaving marks on the leather vest as you thrashed against him. His eyes, now dark pools of desire, remained fixed on your hungry cunt enveloping him as you matched his relentless rhythm. With each bounce, your bodies collided, igniting a primal passion between you and driving you both towards the brink of ecstasy.

Your orgasm ripped through you with a cry of his name, intense and all consuming, stealing your breath as your muscles clenched around him and your juices flowed over his throbbing shaft. 

His fingers continued their assault on your sensitive clit, relentless in their pursuit of your pleasure. He fucked into you mercilessly, seeing you through to the end of your release before focusing on his own. His primal grunts filled the air as his hips faltered, and you seized him in a bruising kiss, your hand wet against his warm cheek, sucking at his tongue with desperate need to convey your bliss.

You felt him begin to pull away, and in a panic you tightened the hold you had around him, your legs locking almost painfully around his waist as he tore his lips from yours.

"I can't," he panted, desperately trying to pry you from him as he stopped his movements, but you grinded down onto him, imploring him to continue with a moan. "Fuck, don't make me."

A second passed and then as if succumbing to a battle of his own will, his hips resumed their  painful snapping motion, driving his cock deep inside you with a frantic pace. Then, they faltered, stuttering, and he pinned you hard against the tiles as he came inside your swollen cunt with an animalistic growl.

With his face buried in your neck, you held him close, your hands gently stroking his back, as the last spasms of his release faded. His warm load filled you completely, trailing down the inside of your thigh.

The small space fell back into silence, void of the rhythmic sound of skin slapping against skin, now filled only with the heavy breaths from both of you and the trickling of the water that had long since chilled and ceased to flow. His hands moved to your thighs, roughly prying your legs from around him and lowering you back to the floor with a finality. His softening cock slipped out of you, leaving you empty and sore, eager to feel it again.

He avoided your gaze, busying himself with tucking himself back into his pants and adjusting the damp fabric before turning to leave the cubicle. You reached out, attempting to hold him back by grasping his bicep, but his eyes remained fixed on the wall ahead.

"Wasn't so bad, was it?" you asked, trying to inject a hint of levity into the heavy atmosphere, but he only grunted in response, pulling his arm away from your grip.

"Get some sleep, we leave at first light," he ordered, swiftly gathering his discarded belongings before exiting the bathroom.

A chill settled over you as you tried to steady your shaky breath. Wrapping yourself in a towel, you walked into the bedroom, feeling a mix of disappointment and resignation when you saw the Ghoul had retreated to the living room. Damp and regretful, he had chosen the dusty couch over spending the night with you.

With a sigh, you approached the bed and picked up the bottle left for you on the spread. The red and yellow capsules clinked against the rust-coloured glass, the chemical smell of the Rad-x filling the air as you unscrewed the lid. It was naïve to expect anything more than an awkward departure after what had happened between you, yet you couldn't shake the heavy pit of defeat that settled in your stomach, despite your earlier promise to him.

What happens tonight is insignificant.

[lilacl0veskrew]

𝘼𝙩𝙩𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣!

Obey me headcannons but with a retired military general MC

Pairing: Brothers + Others x Honorably Discharged Marine Corp!Mc

𝙷𝚘𝚗𝚘𝚛𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚢 𝙳𝚒𝚜𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚐𝚎𝚍 𝙼𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚎 𝙲𝚘𝚛𝚙!𝙼𝙲 who managed to land themselves in Lord Diavolo's office their first day of RAD along side a demon next to them who had a broken nose and a black eye to match.

𝙷𝚘𝚗𝚘𝚛𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚢 𝙳𝚒𝚜𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚐𝚎𝚍 𝙼𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚎 𝙲𝚘𝚛𝚙!𝙼𝙲 who managed to convince Lord Diavolo to let them carry a pair of handguns on campus.

𝙷𝚘𝚗𝚘𝚛𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚢 𝙳𝚒𝚜𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚐𝚎𝚍 𝙼𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚎 𝙲𝚘𝚛𝚙!𝙼𝙲 who has a more colorful insult vocabulary then the fucking rainbow.

𝙷𝚘𝚗𝚘𝚛𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚢 𝙳𝚒𝚜𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚐𝚎𝚍 𝙼𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚎 𝙲𝚘𝚛𝚙!𝙼𝙲 who wears the dogtags of their fallen Marines around their neck at all times.

𝙷𝚘𝚗𝚘𝚛𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚢 𝙳𝚒𝚜𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚐𝚎𝚍 𝙼𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚎 𝙲𝚘𝚛𝚙!𝙼𝙲 who has a good 17 years in the military under their belt.

𝙷𝚘𝚗𝚘𝚛𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚢 𝙳𝚒𝚜𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚐𝚎𝚍 𝙼𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚎 𝙲𝚘𝚛𝚙!𝙼𝙲 who almost made Lord Diavolo cry because of the amount of insults and curses thrown at him when they woke up in the Devildom without their handguns.

𝙷𝚘𝚗𝚘𝚛𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚢 𝙳𝚒𝚜𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚐𝚎𝚍 𝙼𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚎 𝙲𝚘𝚛𝚙!𝙼𝙲 who saw disrespectful demons being fuckstains and decides to get in their faces and yell at them like they would if they were still in the military.

𝙷𝚘𝚗𝚘𝚛𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚢 𝙳𝚒𝚜𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚐𝚎𝚍 𝙼𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚎 𝙲𝚘𝚛𝚙!𝙼𝙲 who managed to scare demons into doing burpees in the middle of the hallway because they told them to push.

𝙷𝚘𝚗𝚘𝚛𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚢 𝙳𝚒𝚜𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚐𝚎𝚍 𝙼𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚎 𝙲𝚘𝚛𝚙!𝙼𝙲 who elbowed Levi in the chest when he tried to attack them during the TSL quiz, leaving a sizable fracture in one of his ribs.

𝙷𝚘𝚗𝚘𝚛𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚢 𝙳𝚒𝚜𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚐𝚎𝚍 𝙼𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚎 𝙲𝚘𝚛𝚙!𝙼𝙲 who left an ugly bruise on Lucifer's jaw from punching him after he attacked them for protecting Beel and Luke from his wrath.

𝙷𝚘𝚗𝚘𝚛𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚢 𝙳𝚒𝚜𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚐𝚎𝚍 𝙼𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚎 𝙲𝚘𝚛𝚙!𝙼𝙲 who got into a very intense shouting match with the Avatar of Wrath. There wasn't a clear winner but it ended with their nose bleeding and Satan having a black eye.

𝙷𝚘𝚗𝚘𝚛𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚢 𝙳𝚒𝚜𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚐𝚎𝚍 𝙼𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚎 𝙲𝚘𝚛𝚙!𝙼𝙲 who threatens to pistol whip people on a daily basis. Will they ever actually do it? Do you really wanna find out?

𝙷𝚘𝚗𝚘𝚛𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚢 𝙳𝚒𝚜𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚐𝚎𝚍 𝙼𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚎 𝙲𝚘𝚛𝚙!𝙼𝙲 who can somehow manage to yell louder then all of the brothers combined if they're mad enough.

𝙷𝚘𝚗𝚘𝚛𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚢 𝙳𝚒𝚜𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚐𝚎𝚍 𝙼𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚎 𝙲𝚘𝚛𝚙!𝙼𝙲 who scared the brothers for the first time by opening fire on one of the walls while they were pissed. Lucifer was not pleased. But did he say anything? No. He was just grateful it wasn't him.

𝙷𝚘𝚗𝚘𝚛𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚢 𝙳𝚒𝚜𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚐𝚎𝚍 𝙼𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚎 𝙲𝚘𝚛𝚙!𝙼𝙲 who shot Belphegor clean through his left shoulder without hesitation when he tried to attack them after they were revived again.

𝙷𝚘𝚗𝚘𝚛𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚢 𝙳𝚒𝚜𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚐𝚎𝚍 𝙼𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚎 𝙲𝚘𝚛𝚙!𝙼𝙲 who could nerd out about types of firearms for hours on end without a break.

𝙷𝚘𝚗𝚘𝚛𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚢 𝙳𝚒𝚜𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚐𝚎𝚍 𝙼𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚎 𝙲𝚘𝚛𝚙!𝙼𝙲 who has an unapologetic sense of humor that the entire school loves and gets annoyed when people get excited to see them.

𝙷𝚘𝚗𝚘𝚛𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚢 𝙳𝚒𝚜𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚐𝚎𝚍 𝙼𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚎 𝙲𝚘𝚛𝚙!𝙼𝙲 who wore their Cammies to RAD at one point just because they found them in their closet at the House of Lamentation. They still have no idea how they got there.

𝙷𝚘𝚗𝚘𝚛𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚢 𝙳𝚒𝚜𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚐𝚎𝚍 𝙼𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚎 𝙲𝚘𝚛𝚙!𝙼𝙲 who ordered at least 10 crates of bullets from the Celestial Realm and the Devildom because they were on back-order since they got there.

𝙷𝚘𝚗𝚘𝚛𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚢 𝙳𝚒𝚜𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚐𝚎𝚍 𝙼𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚎 𝙲𝚘𝚛𝚙!𝙼𝙲 who somehow has the worst timing to be opening a brand new custom snipe rifle right as Lord Diavolo, Barbatos, and the members of Purgatory Hall decided to come to the HOL.

𝙷𝚘𝚗𝚘𝚛𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚢 𝙳𝚒𝚜𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚐𝚎𝚍 𝙼𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚎 𝙲𝚘𝚛𝚙!𝙼𝙲 who explains that they have a gun collection in the human world just because.

𝙷𝚘𝚗𝚘𝚛𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚢 𝙳𝚒𝚜𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚐𝚎𝚍 𝙼𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚎 𝙲𝚘𝚛𝚙!𝙼𝙲 who cleans their handguns at the dinning table in the morning and the brothers who are just used to it.

𝙷𝚘𝚗𝚘𝚛𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚢 𝙳𝚒𝚜𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚐𝚎𝚍 𝙼𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚎 𝙲𝚘𝚛𝚙!𝙼𝙲 who broke and dislocated someone jaw and broke a few of their ribs after they tried to rip the dogtags off their neck for fun.

𝙷𝚘𝚗𝚘𝚛𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚢 𝙳𝚒𝚜𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚐𝚎𝚍 𝙼𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚎 𝙲𝚘𝚛𝚙!𝙼𝙲 who almost choked out Mammon because he tried to sell their handguns when they first got there and thought they wouldn't find out.

𝙷𝚘𝚗𝚘𝚛𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚢 𝙳𝚒𝚜𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚐𝚎𝚍 𝙼𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚎 𝙲𝚘𝚛𝚙!𝙼𝙲 who walked into the student council room one day only for everyone to be wearing Cammie's that they had somehow gotten their hands on. The meeting that was supposed to be about adding new classes and clubs to RAD quickly turned into a uniform inspection. Everyone except Barbatos failed. But of course he passed. Barbatos is amazing at everything.

𝙷𝚘𝚗𝚘𝚛𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚢 𝙳𝚒𝚜𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚐𝚎𝚍 𝙼𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚎 𝙲𝚘𝚛𝚙!𝙼𝙲 who out of nowhere drops the most insane Marine lore about their life that leaves everyone shook.

𝙷𝚘𝚗𝚘𝚛𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚢 𝙳𝚒𝚜𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚐𝚎𝚍 𝙼𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚎 𝙲𝚘𝚛𝚙!𝙼𝙲 who has caught things with ease that Beel or Satan have thrown in their fits of rage. When asked how, they simply respond with "I'm a retired Marine. Do better."

𝙷𝚘𝚗𝚘𝚛𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚢 𝙳𝚒𝚜𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚐𝚎𝚍 𝙼𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚎 𝙲𝚘𝚛𝚙!𝙼𝙲 who's somehow managed to force Mammon, Levi, Satan, Beel and Solomon to push whenever they piss them off.

𝙷𝚘𝚗𝚘𝚛𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚢 𝙳𝚒𝚜𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚐𝚎𝚍 𝙼𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚎 𝙲𝚘𝚛𝚙!𝙼𝙲 who almost shot Barbatos out of instinct because he managed to accidently sneak up on them. Let's say that he now makes his presence know so he doesn't scare them.

𝙷𝚘𝚗𝚘𝚛𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚢 𝙳𝚒𝚜𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚐𝚎𝚍 𝙼𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚎 𝙲𝚘𝚛𝚙!𝙼𝙲 who's made all the brothers and Lord Diavolo cry at least once, whether they know it or not.

𝙷𝚘𝚗𝚘𝚛𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚢 𝙳𝚒𝚜𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚐𝚎𝚍 𝙼𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚎 𝙲𝚘𝚛𝚙!𝙼𝙲 who randomly decided one day they'd teach everyone basic facing and stationary movements. Their military side really shined through when some of them decided to speak at attention. Almost everyone did push ups that day.

𝙷𝚘𝚗𝚘𝚛𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚢 𝙳𝚒𝚜𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚐𝚎𝚍 𝙼𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚎 𝙲𝚘𝚛𝚙!𝙼𝙲 who's modeled for Asmo in their Cammies and official uniform with all their ribbons and badges.

𝙷𝚘𝚗𝚘𝚛𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚢 𝙳𝚒𝚜𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚐𝚎𝚍 𝙼𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚎 𝙲𝚘𝚛𝚙!𝙼𝙲 who when asked about the insignia on their shoulder pads, they casually dropped that they were the Sergeant Major of the Marine Corps for their last 7 years.

𝙷𝚘𝚗𝚘𝚛𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚢 𝙳𝚒𝚜𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚐𝚎𝚍 𝙼𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚎 𝙲𝚘𝚛𝚙!𝙼𝙲 who got called 'General' and 'Drill Sergeant' as a way to poke fun at them but now people just call them that as nicknames and signs of respect. They don't mind and know to respond.

𝙷𝚘𝚗𝚘𝚛𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚢 𝙳𝚒𝚜𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚐𝚎𝚍 𝙼𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚎 𝙲𝚘𝚛𝚙!𝙼𝙲 who has a very intimidating presence and has offered their assistance to get a loud and disrespectful class back on trace many times.

𝙷𝚘𝚗𝚘𝚛𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚢 𝙳𝚒𝚜𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚐𝚎𝚍 𝙼𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚎 𝙲𝚘𝚛𝚙!𝙼𝙲 who made sure that every student at RAD knows how to properly stand at attention whenever they need a class to shape up.

𝙷𝚘𝚗𝚘𝚛𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚢 𝙳𝚒𝚜𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚐𝚎𝚍 𝙼𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚎 𝙲𝚘𝚛𝚙!𝙼𝙲 who's been asked many times by Lord Diavolo if they want to teach a class only to say no because they can barely remember to sleep on time, in what world would they wanna grade things and have to put it in a gradebook?

𝙷𝚘𝚗𝚘𝚛𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚢 𝙳𝚒𝚜𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚐𝚎𝚍 𝙼𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚎 𝙲𝚘𝚛𝚙!𝙼𝙲 who in their time in the Devildom has taught the Brothers, Lord Diavolo, Barbatos and everyone living in Purgatory Hall how to properly clean a gun because there have been one too many times they've almost cried because they accidently disassembled one of their handguns while trying to clean it.

𝙷𝚘𝚗𝚘𝚛𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚢 𝙳𝚒𝚜𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚐𝚎𝚍 𝙼𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚎 𝙲𝚘𝚛𝚙!𝙼𝙲 who's freakishly good at math to the point they can shoot somewhere and have a bullet bounce around the room to where it can hit something.

𝙷𝚘𝚗𝚘𝚛𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚢 𝙳𝚒𝚜𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚐𝚎𝚍 𝙼𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚎 𝙲𝚘𝚛𝚙!𝙼𝙲 who would've begged Lord Diavolo on their hands and knees, completely abandoning their pride just so they can go to the human world for labor day and honor their fallen brothers. Everyone went with them and consoled them as they cried. Labor day is one of the only days anyone will ever see Mc cry.

𝙷𝚘𝚗𝚘𝚛𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚢 𝙳𝚒𝚜𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚐𝚎𝚍 𝙼𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚎 𝙲𝚘𝚛𝚙!𝙼𝙲 who's learned to trust more easily thanks to all their experiences in the Devildom.

𝙷𝚘𝚗𝚘𝚛𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚢 𝙳𝚒𝚜𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚐𝚎𝚍 𝙼𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚎 𝙲𝚘𝚛𝚙!𝙼𝙲 who trusts the others with their weapons and will hand them to someone if they're really pissed and think they shouldn't have them before they do something they'll most definitely regret.

𝙷𝚘𝚗𝚘𝚛𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚢 𝙳𝚒𝚜𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚐𝚎𝚍 𝙼𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚎 𝙲𝚘𝚛𝚙!𝙼𝙲 who has to ask Lord Diavolo for a pamphlet with all of Devildom's endangered species so they can hone their shotgun and sniper skills without hurting the environment.

𝙷𝚘𝚗𝚘𝚛𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚢 𝙳𝚒𝚜𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚐𝚎𝚍 𝙼𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚎 𝙲𝚘𝚛𝚙!𝙼𝙲 who broke down crying in happiness when everyone got them a different kind of custom gun in their signature colors for their first Christmas in the Devildom. They take special care of all of those.

𝙷𝚘𝚗𝚘𝚛𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚢 𝙳𝚒𝚜𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚐𝚎𝚍 𝙼𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚎 𝙲𝚘𝚛𝚙!𝙼𝙲 who trusts the others to take them out of a situation that might trigger bad memories.

𝙷𝚘𝚗𝚘𝚛𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚢 𝙳𝚒𝚜𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚐𝚎𝚍 𝙼𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚎 𝙲𝚘𝚛𝚙!𝙼𝙲 who tenses up and reached for their own handgun whenever they hear a gunshot they know didn't come from them. Only to be calmed down and comforted by whichever one of the others is nearby.

𝙷𝚘𝚗𝚘𝚛𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚢 𝙳𝚒𝚜𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚐𝚎𝚍 𝙼𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚎 𝙲𝚘𝚛𝚙!𝙼𝙲 who couldn't help but laugh when the brothers asked seriously if Mc loved their guns more then them. That night was full of pampering and love.

𝙷𝚘𝚗𝚘𝚛𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚢 𝙳𝚒𝚜𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚐𝚎𝚍 𝙼𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚎 𝙲𝚘𝚛𝚙!𝙼𝙲 who has eyes that constantly look exhausted and like they've seen way too much.

𝙷𝚘𝚗𝚘𝚛𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚢 𝙳𝚒𝚜𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚐𝚎𝚍 𝙼𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚎 𝙲𝚘𝚛𝚙!𝙼𝙲 who has eyes that light up ever so slightly whenever they see someone they love.

𝙷𝚘𝚗𝚘𝚛𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚢 𝙳𝚒𝚜𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚐𝚎𝚍 𝙼𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚎 𝙲𝚘𝚛𝚙!𝙼𝙲 who did in fact cry the first time one of the brothers kissed them because they haven't been cared for gently in such a long time.

𝙷𝚘𝚗𝚘𝚛𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚢 𝙳𝚒𝚜𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚐𝚎𝚍 𝙼𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚎 𝙲𝚘𝚛𝚙!𝙼𝙲 who very easily gets out of trouble by just pointing one of their guns at someone and just walking away.

𝙷𝚘𝚗𝚘𝚛𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚢 𝙳𝚒𝚜𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚐𝚎𝚍 𝙼𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚎 𝙲𝚘𝚛𝚙!𝙼𝙲 who's requested multiple times for Lord Diavolo to add a shooting range into RAD.

𝙷𝚘𝚗𝚘𝚛𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚢 𝙳𝚒𝚜𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚐𝚎𝚍 𝙼𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚎 𝙲𝚘𝚛𝚙!𝙼𝙲 who thought Luke was really annoying at first but now would literally shoot someone for him.

𝙷𝚘𝚗𝚘𝚛𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚢 𝙳𝚒𝚜𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚐𝚎𝚍 𝙼𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚎 𝙲𝚘𝚛𝚙!𝙼𝙲 who feels comfortable sharing their past, no matter how scary it may be. Because Mc loves them. And knows that they will always feel the same.

This was really fun because I had this idea after seeing Boothill in Hsr. Anyways, these were just general and fluffy headcannons. Lmk if you want me to do some nsfw ones as well. Or if you want other headcannons with Honorably Discharged Marine Corp!MC because I had a lot of fun with this one.

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[haezen]

pairing: lucifer x gn!mc

word count: 1k

summary: you and lucifer get into an argument, and you block him as he's typing.

set in obey me nightbringer (but there are no spoilers!)

To put it simply, you have been exhausted as of late. With the brothers running you ragged, and midterms approaching at RAD, your patience has worn dangerously thin. 

And apparently, so has Lucifer’s.

Lucifer:

Did you forget something?

You:

Not that I recall. Why?

Lucifer:

Well, obviously you have forgotten. So, I’ll gladly remind you.

Satan must have been lent you some of his tomes. And YOU forgot to put them back where they belong. Safely tucked away. 

They are scattered all over the living room along with the papers you’ve scribbled all over. Come over at once and clean up your mess.

Annoyance bubbled in your gut at the request  — no, his demand. 

You’re lounging on the couch with takeout on the way and thanks to Solomon, a hot bath (with bubbles) awaits you. If you were to go over to the House of Lamentation to fulfill Lucifer’s demand, the night you had planned for yourself would be ruined. With a glance at the time, you notice that it’s approaching midnight and there’s no fucking way you are leaving the comfort of the couch to attend to any of the brother’s needs. 

And the last thing you need right now is to be on the receiving end of one of Lucifer’s lectures through text. 

You:

No. Not now.

Lucifer:

It wasn’t a suggestion. Come over to the House of Lamentation now.

You:

I said no, Lucifer. It’s late and I’ve had a long day.

Lucifer: 

And you think I haven’t had a long day? 

What makes you think I want to come out of my office to see the mess you have left all over the living room? 

I don’t think I have to remind you that you’re also our attendant.

You:

That doesn’t make me your maid.  Listen, I’m sorry for not cleaning up after myself but I’ll clean it up tomorrow.

Lucifer:

I’m not going to tell you a third time.

. . .

As his message comes through and the three little dots pop up that signal he’s still typing, you decide that you are done for the night. You refuse to put yourself through more of this torture and to get under his skin, you block him. 

You throw your phone on the couch, force yourself to stand up from your position, and head to the bathroom to take a bath. The time it takes to undress and get into the tub is almost record time. The water instantly warms your skin. It’s the perfect temperature. Solomon also didn’t forget to set the atmosphere. There are candles lit all around the bathroom which only adds to the flowery scent emanating from the bubbles. You slide down further into the tub until the water encapsulates you from your shoulders down. 

You’re not sure how long you were asleep until the sound of a door slamming shut startles you awake. 

“Solomon?”

The silence that follows makes your heart start pounding. It’s unlike him to not announce his arrival and peek in to see what you’re up to. With a pounding heart and a lump in your throat, you call out for him again. 

Nothing. 

The water sloshes and spills out over the edge of the tub as you move to get out. There’s no time to dry off as your nerves start to get the best of you. You snatch your satin robe, a gift from Asmo, off its hook and tie it around your waist once you shrug it on. 

The urgency in your footsteps is evident as you come hauling ass into the living room. A figure looms in the darkness of the hallway and you move towards it without a second thought. 

“What the fuck!” You shout, pushing who you think is Solomon back a few steps. He stumbles but regains his balance almost instantly and you flick the light switch on. 

Instead of being met with Solomon’s gentle and teasing smile, you are met with the eldest brother in his demon form. And he’s furious.

Anger still swirls deep in your gut, but it’s nothing compared to the undeniable rage emanating from Lucifer. You’re frozen in your spot as Lucifer inches closer to tower over you.

“Think you can just ignore my messages? That you can block me whenever you please?” His crimson eyes are glazed over and a scowl is set in stone on his face. It’s at this moment that you realize there’s nothing that you could say to calm him down. And that thought alone absolutely thrills you.

“Why can’t I? Because I’m your attendant or because I’m ‘yours’?” You say defiantly, tilting your chin up to prove that you aren’t scared of him. “Last I checked, I’m off the clock.”

“Last I checked, you are mine.” Lucifer snarls. “Or have you forgotten that as well?”

“It’s pathetic that you think I belong to you and you alone, Lucifer. Don’t I attend to all of you?”

“Pathetic?” He tilts his head and oh, you’ve fucked up. He takes hold of the straps of your robe and grips them firmly before he tugs, forcing you to take a step towards him. He’s so close that you can feel his hot breath fanning your face and the air feels as though it’s been sucked straight out of your lungs. You’re hoping that he’ll release his grip on your robe, but he doesn’t. 

He leans down to whisper into your ear, the sensation sending a shiver down your spine. “Shall I remind you?” Lucifer tightens his grip on your robe to further emphasize his point. “Since you so obviously need to be taught a lesson.” 

You hesitate to respond, stunned at his change in behavior. But as he returns to standing tall above you, eyes piercing into yours, you know he’s still pissed. You, a human who is no match for a demon as powerful and infamous as Lucifer, dare to challenge him?  As the Avatar of Pride, there’s no way Lucifer could ever let that slide.

“Apologize.” 

“Excuse me?”

“Apologize for being an asshole and maybe I’ll let you stay for the night.” 

He’s quiet for a moment, thinking. But you continue.

“There’s absolutely no reason for you to ever speak to me that way. Haven’t I been good to you, Luci? You deserved to be blocked for how you acted.” You place your hands on his chest, smoothing down his perfectly ironed button down shirt. His eyes follow your actions, as if he’s actually considering to step down from his pedestal and apologize.

“So won’t you be a good boy and apologize for interrupting my bath? And for being an asshole?” You grin up at him, sliding your hands down from his chest to grab his own, where they are still gripping your robe. “And maybe go out and get me some dinner while you’re at it, since you left my takeout outside in the cold?”

“Do I look like your attendant?”

“Yeah. Though I would definitely prefer you to wear your uniform.” You nod, unable to stop your grin from widening. He’s already fallen for it.

“Get your hands off me. You’re not allowed to touch me until you’ve apologized.” 

He listens immediately  and retracts from you as though your skin burns to the touch. 

“So?”

“Sorry.” He mutters so quietly, you could barely hear it if not for the close proximity. 

“What?” You tease, leaning in closer. “Say that again for me? A little louder?”

His gloved hands make contact with your face and his lips meet yours in a clash. His kisses are desperate, rushed, and sloppy which sets your insides ablaze at his fervor. He rarely loses control, so to see it for yourself...

When you pull back for air and open your eyes, Lucifer’s smug expression makes you want to smack him.

“Sorry.” He repeats as he lifts a thumb to wipe your spit from his bottom lip. “I just wanted to see you. You’re the only person I wanted to be with tonight.”

[mispelled]

Did you guys know you can use real texts for character stuff. For free

[l3viat8an]

HI RO!!!! it’s been forever since I’ve been here oh my 😭 how are youuuu???

I’m just having. many a thot thought. abt poly MC getting praised and pampered and overstimmed just getting all the sweet, gentle (soft dom??? I guess??) vibes from the bros after doing really well during the semester/term at RAD.

maybe they tease or double down on praising bc they know it makes MC shy but also that they actually enjoy it 👀 maybe getting tied up is involved 👀

but overall they’re not mean, they just want MC to know they’re proud of them, so what better way to do that than going to the extremes to show them?

anyway that’s my little rant, I just thought it was cute and wanted to share 😋🫶🏻

have a good day, and happy holidayssss!!! make sure you take care of yourself <3

- ♈️ anon

Hiiii ♈️!!! I’m good! Tired from holiday prep but good lolol how have youu been??? + it’s late for me so ignore if this has any typos as usual jsjsj

Just imagine Asmo getting all excited when he sees how well you did! His sweetheart is soooo smart and that deserves some kisses right~ he he’s going to cover your face in quick little kisses, giggling the whole time! It doesn’t matter who else is around, you deserve the praise and the blush on your cheeks is so cute!

Then Satan walks over and basically pushes Asmo out of the way- completely ignoring Asmo’s pouting and saying that if anyone praises you it should be him. after all he’s the one that tutored you all semester and helped when you didn’t know something about Devildom law- his kiss is deep and would’ve been a lot longer if Mammon and Levi weren’t yelling whining about how they helped you too!!! This is all just Asmo and Satan looking for an excuse to act all lovely dovey!! they’re both jealous and would prefer to have you alone- whispering sweet praise in your ear and placing soft kisses all over your body <3

Belphie just laughs, obviously you’re enjoying the attention so what’s the big deal? Beel’s nodding along- tho he really wants a kiss too, he’ll wait his turn.

and while he’ll let them indulge you for a few minutes Lucifer is quick to end it all, saying that you did wonderful as expected because; they all helped you. He walks over and kisses the top of your head, whispering just loud enough that you can hear him “I’m proud of you, darling.” and chuckles when he pulls away and sees your face is bright red.

Nsfw bit below here <3

Oooor Lucifer joins in on praising you!! You really did so well and Asmo’s right, that deserves a reward~ but what should it be?

Mammon shouts something about how you should just spend the day with him! He’ll spoil ya as much as you want!

Levi cuts Mammon off, stumbling over his words but promising that he’ll do whatever you want….uhhh if you want to spend time with him….to celebrate- and Satan cuts right back in saying that he’s the one that’s going to spoil you! It’s only fair!

‘n so on- obviously they’re not gonna agree right away, but it’s cute to watch you get excited over the way they fight for your attention!

Eventually it’s Belphie that has the best (?) (depends on who you ask tbh) idea. They could just share you-

Asmo whines that it’s not fair!! He didn’t get to say that first but Belphie just rolls his eyes and continues; after all, you worked so hard to get good grades~ it’ll be his…..their reward to you, kissing, praising and touching you until you can’t think anymore.

Just let them worry about you, yea? You know it’ll feel good too….all they want to do is make you feel good, spoil you, fill you up with cocks and cum until the only thoughts left in your cute little head are about them and how good it feels to be spoiled-

and for once the others all agree- if it’s what you want ofc <3

[lou-struck]

They Said No... Part 2

Obey Me! x MC!

Featuring: Satan, Asmodeus, Beelzebub, and Belphegor

Part 1 HERE

Part 3 HERE

~We all get asked to do things sometimes that we do not want to do. And it's okay to say no, but sometimes you need a little extra help to get the point across.

Warnings: Pushy Demons, talk of pact control, Threats, Betrayal

Satan:

The Avatar of Wrath has a bit of cat fur on his usually pristine uniform but has never been happier, RAD is hosting an animal adoption event, and he has spent most of his morning with the adoptable cats having the time of his life. The only thing he is missing is you.

You would love every minute of the event, and so Satan has made it his mission of the day to find you and bring you to the feline-filled classroom.

Stepping into the nearly empty corridor, he sees you sitting on one of the ancient stone benches, mindlessly scrolling through your DDD with one hand and toying with a button on your uniform with the other.

"Mc, there you are." a voice interjects before he can even open his mouth; you lift your head and look towards the owner of the shrill and unfamiliar voice. A Demon Satan doesn't care enough to recognize steps towards you. "I've been looking for you everywhere."

"Oh, hi." You don't meet their gaze, opting instead to stare at the ground in a way that tells Satan you would rather be anywhere else than talking to them. It irks him greatly, but he can't just interrupt yet.

"The brothers aren't here, so you can speak freely now. Did you see my messages?" they ask, taking another step towards you. "You know I've liked you for a while now, but I don't understand why you won't go out with me."

You look up at them apologetically but take a step further away from your not-so-secret admirer. "I'm so sorry, but my feelings are not the same; I've told you before that I am not interested, so can you please leave me alone.

"NO," the lesser Demons shouts, "you don't understand. I like you, which means you are Mine."

That is all Satan needs to hear, and his legs move forward on their own. His anger at this lesser Demon threatens to bubble to the surface as he approaches. Stepping between the two of you protectively.  

The Demon flinches but doesn't back down entirely. They open their pathetic little mouth to babble out some delusional retort, only to have their words die on their tongue.

"MC said they were not interested in the likes of you," he growls, his emerald eyes aglow as he stares down your harasser. "I suggest you leave before you manage to make me even angrier than you already have."

The Demon leaves satisfyingly quickly, leaving Satan with you. He notices that you look a bit shaken up but utterly relieved to be rid of that Demon. The wrath he felt earlier disappears as you throw yourself into the safety of his embrace. 

The cat can wait, but for now, he just needs to make sure you are okay.

Asmodeus:

Asmodeus is feeling particularly radiant today; the only thing that he thinks he can attribute this glow to other than the universe recognizing his beauty is that his elation to be going on this special little outing with you is showing for all the Devildom to see. 

How lucky are they?

He feels light on his feet as he walks down the cobbled streets of Majolish to the little bistro you promised to meet him at for your Devilgrammable date.

His Peach-colored gaze scans the plaza until it finds you sitting at one of the adorably small tables on the patio, your figure clad in the sweater he bought for you a few weeks ago. You just look so cute. He feels his heart flutter in a way that doesn't quite fit the Lust for which he has been known.

But you are not alone; standing over you is a demon he has seen you frequently talking to at RAD.

A friend of yours? 

Maybe?

But something feels off about the way you are looking up at them as if they are making you uncomfortable. As pretty and kind as you are, Asmo knows that you are trying very hard to keep your emotions undetectable. He has to know why.

Focusing on your conversation, he is able to hear what the other Demon is trying to talk to you about.

"Mc, y-you said we were f-friends," they whine in an exasperated voice. "Why won't y-you help me?" large tear drops run down their pearl-colored skin and onto the pavement below. 

"What you are asking me to do is wrong," you say calmly. "I would never do that to Asmo or anyone else for that matter."

"All you have to do is tell Lord Asmodeus to love me as I love him." they huff. "But you wouldn't even do that for me. I love him, and I deserve to have him for my own."

"I wouldn't be telling him you want me to order him to do it," you say. "I don't think I can be friends with you anymore."

The Demon waves your words off as if they were nothing of consequence, an action that makes Asmo narrow his eyes as he starts to approach. "I never wanted to be friends with some ugly human in the first place, I only wanted Asmodeus, and you were a means to an end. But it seems that you just want to keep all the Brothers for yourself."

"Even if Mc did want to keep us for themselves, they deserve to," Asmo interjects at last, hugging you from behind and placing his head on your shoulder. "I mean, just look at them; they are soooo cute."

The earlier cruelty that had been on the Pearl demon's face vanished in an instant as their cheeks flushed heavily. "L-lord Asmodeus," they breathe. "I didn't mean it like that; the two of us were just having a bit of a friendly disagreement, that's all."

All of the annoyance and irritation that Asmo had been feeling comes forward, and he exudes a threatening aura as he stares down the Demon, not caring enough to charm them into submission. "Yeah, no, I heard more than enough to know that you need to stay away from Mc." he sighs, lowering his voice enough to send a shiver down the other Demon's spine, and they rush away.

Now alone, Asmo turns his attention to you and smiles brightly as if nothing had happened. "Sorry I'm late, Hon; let's go and order our drinks; I think after that, we both need a little extra love."

Beelzebub:

Beel feels like he's going to die of hunger. Whenever RAD does schoolwide exams, he is not allowed to eat in the classroom. It seems like ages since he has last eaten. The test took him a lot longer than he thought it would take. But before he leaves to go to Hell's kitchen, he wants to find you and bring you along with him. He doesn't quite understand why, but food always tastes better when you are with him.

He hears your voice from down the hall, a happy smile resting on his face as he follows the sound. He says you sat at one of the long study tables in the common room, a mountain of books at your side, and one of your classmates standing over you.

"I'm sorry," you say softly. "But I told you before. But I have too much on my plate right now. You'll have to do that part of the assignment yourself. " 

Your classmate sighs, shaking their head in disapproval. "And I thought you were a nice MC, the kind of human who wouldn't hesitate to help out someone who needs it. You obviously don't have anything better to do, so just do my portion of the project. I'll pay you for your work."

What? 

Why is this Demon being so mean to you? 

Beelzebub truly doesn't understand why your classmate is treating you this way; you were very nice in turning them down. And he wouldn't want to do someone's project, either.

You clear your throat, "It's not about the Grimm; I just don't have time to do someone else's work. If you're struggling, I suggest you ask a professor to give you an extension." 

Your classmate is hovering over you now, trying to intimidate you with their size. "You don't seem to know your place, Human; when a demon asks you to do something, I expect you to bow your head and do it obediently."

The Scene before him is too much for poor Beel; angrily, he steps forward, placing a large hand on the other Demon's shoulder. "That's close enough, Mc said they did not want to do anything for you."

The Demon flinches as he turns towards Beel in shock. "B-Beelzebub, I'm sorry, but I needed to remind this human that we demons are superior.

Beel's hunger and anger have fused into one, and he looks down at the Demon with disdain. "Mc is and always will be more important than you; if anything, you should be doing their work."

"no, they don't; I just need them to do their own work." You interject

"R-right, thank you." They mutter, picking their bag off the floor and running away.

"Are you alright, Mc?" he asks, looking at you with a violet gaze of adoration. "That must've been pretty scary."

You nod and take his hand, "I'm okay now, Beel, thank you for stepping in. Can I buy you lunch as a thank you?"

"Could we go to Hell's Kitchen?"

"Absolutely," you smile, "anything for my hero."

Hero? He likes the sound of that for some reason; he smiles happily, picking up your books as the two of you walk side by side out the doors of RAD.

Belphegor:

It's the stiffness in his neck that wakes Belpheghor from his nap. Maybe taking a nap on top of all of these decorative pillows wasn't that good of an idea after all. He sits up slowly, rubbing out the knot in his neck, feeling quite annoyed at the situation.

"Oh Belphie, you're awake." you smile, poking your head into the doorway, "I just placed an order for food. It should be here soon if you're hungry."

Just like that, all of his annoyance has vanished. "Thank you, Mc." he grins boyishly; moments like these make him happy to be awake. 

"No problem, I think they are getting close; I'll wait by the door until it arrives," you say before disappearing down the hallway. 

It's then he realizes that you probably had to order a lot of food since Beel is getting home from the gym soon and will need help carrying it all to the dining room once it gets here.

Belphie gets up from his seat and heads over to the front door where you must be waiting.

"You sure ordered a lot of food. Do you need any help bringing it in?" a voice asks. The delivery driver must be here already. 

"Yeah, I guess I did go overboard," you say good-humoredly. "But It will all get eaten, I promise you that."

"You're pretty cute, aren't ya?" The delivery man cooed, pulling back the bag playfully. "How about you give me your number, and then you get your food?"

You laugh nervously at his words. "I'm sorry, but I can't do that."

"and why not?" They laugh cockily. "Are you feeling a little shy? Because that's cute too."

Belphie's jaw clenches as he wonders what is with this guy. How dare he try and take you away from him.

"I'm taken," you respond, the irritation slipping through your voice as you meet his gaze.

They scoff, tossing the bag of food on the ground roughly. "Aren't you just a fricken tease then? All I ask for is your number, so how about you be a good human and give it to me?"

Belphegor knows you could have handled this guy, but he was honestly so irritated he had to step in. "Ugh, you're so annoying. Mc already paid, so you can go on your way."

Your harasser is arrogant, not stupid. He knows that he has no chance against one of the seven avatars of sin. He shuts his annoying mouth and stomps down the steps of the House of Lamination.

You watch him leave with a relieved smile on your face, "are you okay, Mc?" he asks, grabbing your hand.

"I am now," you smile "Thank you for helping me, Belphie."

[misc-obeyme]

Spear Lessons

I had an idea, so I wrote it. A huge shout out to this guy's youtube where I watched his videos on how to use a spear multiple times in order to write this. Also I'd like to say that there are a lot of suggestive words when it comes to spears, but I swear this is entirely sfw.

GN!MC x Raphael

Warnings: none, it's fluff

You hefted your bag onto your shoulder more snugly as you made your way down the front stairs at RAD. You were finally done with classes and after school meetings. It was time to make your way back to the House of Lamentation.

You were thinking about what you would do when you got there as you walked through campus. You stayed on the path, following it as it wound through the grounds. Your thoughts were disturbed when something bright caught your eye.

You turned your head in that direction only to stop dead in your tracks.

It was Raphael and the glint from the gold of the diamonds in his hair had been what you had seen.

There was nothing unusual about seeing Raphael around campus, but you were entranced by what he was doing.

In his hands, Raphael held one of his infamous spears. It was no simple wood and iron spear, either. It looked like it was made of gold and steel, bright as the eternal Celestial Realm sun.

He was moving through a specific set of moves, holding the spear firmly, thrusting and lunging at imaginary opponents.

Your heart raced as you watched him. His footwork was precise but complicated, making him look like a deadly dancer. His face was as serious as it always was, composed and full of concentration.

Raphael turned in his routine and his eyes focused on your face. He stopped moving, looking at you over the shining tip of the spear.

You were wondering if you should say something when Raphael pulled the spear back, holding it at his side and standing straight out of his fighting stance.

"MC," he said. He didn't sound upset that you were watching him. He sounded just as he always did.

You were flustered, though, at having been caught. "I'm sorry," you said. "I didn't mean to stare at you or to interrupt. I was just curious." You couldn't exactly say that you were a little entranced by him, too.

Raphael cocked his head a little. "Are you interested in learning to use the spear, MC? I can show you the basics."

You blinked. You hadn't really thought about it, but now that he had suggested it…

"I would like that," you replied.

Raphael nodded. "We can start now, if you like."

You immediately shrugged off your book bag and left it in the grass. "Okay," you said.

Raphael gestured for you to stand in front of him. Then he handed you his spear. You took it reverently, especially because you felt like you were handling something holy.

"It isn't fragile," Raphael said, seemingly picking up on your sense of uncertainty. "Grip it firmly."

"Like this?" you asked, attempting to emulate how you had seen him holding it earlier.

"Your grip depends on how you intend to use it," Raphael said. "Let's start with the basic thrust move. For that you'll want your dominant hand closer to the base of the spear. It will be the one directing your thrusts."

You rearranged your hold a bit, to be closer to what you thought was correct.

Raphael studied your hold for a moment. "Now thrust the spear forward with both hands, without changing their position, and lunge forward with your front foot. Make sure to keep your stance a bit low to the ground."

You did as he instructed and then froze in place with the spear extended. The tip didn't quite reach Raphael, but it was inches away from his chest. He seemed unperturbed.

"That's good, MC," he said. "But your power is lacking. You need to put your dominant hand a little further back."

You readjusted your hand and tried again.

After several repetitions of the move where Raphael simply watched you, he held up a hand.

You stopped, still in a fighting stance, and waited.

Raphael circled around behind you. You figured he was looking at all the ways in which you were standing incorrectly.

And then you felt his hands on yours. And you realized he was standing close enough to put his arms around you and hold the spear with you.

"You need to hold it more on an angle, like this." Raphael's voice was right next to your ear and you tried not to think about the goosebumps that rose on your skin. He adjusted the angle of the spear.

"When you thrust, simply go straight forward. Be careful not to do this." He demonstrated by thrusting the spear, his chest pressing against your back as he did. It was clear that he was telling you not to let the spear go out from your body before it went forward toward your opponent.

"Keep it steady," Raphael said. "And step into the forward movement."

Raphael let go of you and stepped back. "Try it again," he said.

You were grateful he was behind you now, hoping it meant he couldn't see the blush on your cheeks. You had to take a breath before attempting the move again.

After your next attempt, you couldn't stop yourself from looking over your shoulder at him, for confirmation on whether or not you had improved.

Your heart nearly stopped when you saw the gentle smile on his face. He nodded in approval.

You spent another solid hour practicing this basic move with Raphael's spear. It started to feel like second nature, as if that beautiful shining weapon somehow belonged in your very own human hands.

When you realized you needed to get back to the House of Lamentation, you carefully handed Raphael back his spear.

He stood it upright beside him, smiling at you again. Your heart shuddered at the sight - he looked absolutely angelic when he smiled at you like that.

"You did well, MC," he said. "I think you have potential with the spear, if you'd like to continue training."

You shrugged at the praise. "I just had a really good teacher, that's all."

Raphael sighed and shook his head a little. "I think I was a bit too distracting for you. But you managed to improve despite that. You truly are remarkable, MC."

You blushed because it was pretty clear from this statement that he had been aware of the reactions you had attempted to hide.

To your complete astonishment, Raphael reached out and put his hand on your cheek. "This is what I mean," he said.

You fought to stop yourself from blushing even more, but it was a losing battle. "Um, I should get back…"

Raphael stepped away from you, then smiled and said, "If you keep practicing, you'll be able to put those brothers in their place in no time."

You laughed. It was such a hilarious image, you couldn't help it. "I can't wait to see the looks on their faces," you said.

You thanked Raphael and made a plan to continue your training at a later time. As you grabbed your bag, you stopped for a moment to watch as he fell into an elaborate routine once again. You wouldn't soon forget the feeling of his hands on yours or the sound of his voice, low in your ear. You rushed home with the golden glint of his spear still prominent in your mind.

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[jojo-schmo]

Metadede Week Day 4: Swap

I got a little.... ambitious with this one and needed to split it in two hahaha. The ideas just kept coming uncontrollably!!

I gave them a Parallel/Clone/Non-specific hostile alternate version of themselves to fight here. Happens a lot in the games, huh? What would happen if these two had to utilize the others' weapon? Dedede's is just a powerful and large hammer, but Galaxia is a sword with many special properties...

This scenario is going off of my theory that Dedede is an excellent conductor of the elements- which is why he often utilizes the elements around him in boss battles and why elements/beings like Dark Matter or other possessive elements seem to flow through him so easily

Galaxia is shown to utilize lightning, especially in the anime. And there was that whole thing in the show where the sword may destroy anyone deemed an unworthy wielder...

But I'll elaborate more in part 2 hehehe >:3

Part 2

(Also shout out to @das-a-kirby-blog for being the op of the Dedede's powers theory that I piggybacked off of :D You are cool and rad!!)