#ya girl(/gn) is on demon timing

[suntoru]

𝐅𝐈𝐕𝐄 𝐘𝐄𝐀𝐑 𝐎𝐋𝐃 𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐄𝐓𝐈𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍?!

✧˚ · . alt title: getting jealous of a little kid trying to steal ur man!!

cw: gn! reader, pure fluff, crackfic, maybe swearing, not proofread, idk what else please cut me some slack for wriothesley and nuevillettes part i haven’t gotten that far in genshin

─ ✰ 𝐃𝐈𝐋𝐔𝐂 notices your little pout and glares to the small child. the little girl’s clutching onto his hand tight, sending him adoring gazes as she nuzzles into him softly, smirking deviously at you when she thinks your boyfriend isn’t paying attention. he’s a little confused at first, but manages to connect the dots. ah. so that’s what it is. his lips curve into a small smile as he notices your jealousy, thinks you’re the cutest thing in the world. he places the now scowling child into adeline’s care for a bit, before making his way to you with a sheepish smile.

“dearest… are you in need of some attention? my apologies, it seems i have neglected you for a bit too long. how about a walk together… just you and i?”

─ ✰ 𝐊𝐀𝐄𝐘𝐀 is a girl dad, you can’t convince me otherwise. the little girl is giggling in his arms, squishing his cheeks as they play princesses and knights. for some reason, the girl is set out for you, side eyeing you every time you try to get close to kaeya. so with a sigh, you sit and watch them play with a small huff. after a while, kaeya hands the five year old some mora, telling her to go buy a snack from a nearby cart and that they’ll play again later. she excitedly runs off as he saunters over to you with his signature smirk. he scoops you up into his arms, holding you flush against his chest. “you’ve got some real competition, hm?” he lets out a charming laugh as he teases you lightheartedly.

“don’t worry my love, you still own my heart… for now.”

─ ✰ 𝐂��𝐈𝐋𝐃𝐄 loves playing with little kids. they remind him of teucer and his other younger siblings, forgetting about his harbinger duties for a moment as he plays hide and seek with the little girl. she shyly hands him a flower she picked herself, blushing slightly. he feels his heart melt, feeling a sense of protectiveness was over him as she clutches his leg tight. he’s unaware of your pout until the child reluctantly has to go back home for supper, his concentration snapping back to you. he grins at your frowny expression, tugging you into his arms, squeezing you tightly.

“aww, y/n, are ya jealous? ahaha, so you are! …stop pouting, i’ll make sure to give you some extra attention tonight~”

─ ✰ 𝐒𝐂𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐌𝐎𝐔𝐂𝐇𝐄 does not like the little kid either. sorry, what were you expecting? he doesn’t like any kids at all, unless it’s your kid. reluctantly, he entertains the child for a bit, attempting to hide his annoyed expression as the little girl tugs at his hat, giggling loudly. he also finds himself glaring coldly at the five year old every time she sticks her tongue out at you, climbing into his lap as she refuses to look at you. at this point, he just wants to go back to you, but the little girl cries every time he attempts to stand up. he almost smiles when the child’s mother finally finds the little girl, speed walking over to you as he allows you to cling onto him softly, frown instantly melting away.

“hmph. what an annoying brat. …our kid would be much cuter.”

─ ✰ 𝐊𝐀𝐙𝐔𝐇𝐀 smiles at the small child as she draws a picture of her and kazuha holding hands. he allows her to play with her hair, acting as a father figure to this sweet little girl. it’s almost like a perfect family… except this demon child hates you. she steals all of kazuha’s attention, and whenever you try to initiate affection, she drags him away possessively. …you never thought you’d have a five year old compete with you over your boyfriend. if not for kazuha’s patience, you might have lost it. he pulls you into a corner with a knowing smile, peppering your face with kisses as he chuckles softly.

“dove, there’s no reason to pout… you’ll always be my muse, alright? so stop frowning… a smile suits you much better.”

─ ✰ 𝐗𝐈𝐀𝐎 frowns slightly seeing the girl cling onto his arm. …where are her parents? should he leave? …no, that would possibly put the child in danger… but at the same time, it’s taking away his time with you. he allows the little girl to stay, observing curiously as the little girl blushes ever so slightly while playing with his hair. …strange. this small creature acts so much like you, yet seems to hate your guts… he turns to you, surprised to see you grouchy. standing up, ignoring the girl’s protests, he tilts your head up with his hand, gorgeous amber eyes boring into yours.

“…have i done something to make you upset? tell me, so i can fix it.”

─ ✰ 𝐀𝐘𝐀𝐓𝐎 knows. this little bitch knows what he’s doing… it’s been a peaceful few weeks, why not stir it up a little? he holds her teensy tiny hand in his, feeding her delulu in further, and spends what was supposed to be your date with him into a play date with the little gremlin. it’s seven when the girl falls asleep, finally paying attention to you. he smiles mischievously at your grouchy pout, pulling you in closer as a soft melody starts playing, spilling you around as you waltz around the room.

“…ah? so you knew i was teasing you? …i have to make it up to you now? very well. how about a nice massage and some cuddles tonight?”

─ ✰ 𝐀𝐋 𝐇𝐀𝐈𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐌 stares at the child. …why is it so attached to him? kaveh and you were right there, with open arms, beaming at the little girl… and now sobbing as the child ignores you… not knowing what to do, he continues reading his book… but it’s not long before she tugs his sleeve, asking for him to read her a book. he obliges, reading to her in the most monotonous voice, it would be more surprising if the little five year old didn’t fall asleep. looking up, he sees you scowling at the little girl, and he feels his heart warm the slightest bit.

“…what i read her? the extensive analysis of the color brown: the non-illustrated edition. simply fascinating.”

─ ✰ 𝐊𝐀𝐕𝐄𝐇 cooes as the little girl bats her eyelashes, beaming so innocently, his entire heart melts. this little girl is his now, sorry parents!! you snooze, you lose. when you whisper to him how you think she hates you, he audibly gasps. this sweet little angel? no way!! he shows her all around his office, the secret projects he hasn’t even shown you yet!! they have a field day with that. when the sun sets, he reluctantly gives her back to her very grateful parents. his eyes sparkle at your pout, squeezing you tightly.

“oh, you wish to know what the classified architecture is too? …it’s… our future home. for me and you.”

─ ✰ 𝐍𝐄𝐔𝐕𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐄 visibly softens at the little girl tugging his shirt. unbeknownst to most who believe he is as stoic as he is in the court, he seems to be very soft and gentle. he allows her to clumsily braid his silky strands, keeping the hairstyle on for the day, ignoring the confused stares he gets from fellow passerby. however, when you try to give him a peck, she pushes you with a glare, clinging onto his sleeve! your mouth visibly drops, and you don’t know whether to laugh or be mad. neuvillette is equally as shocked, scolding her lightly.

“beloved, are you all right? …no? shall i kiss it better?”

─ ✰ 𝐖𝐑𝐈𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐒𝐋𝐄𝐘 expected the five year old to go running into your arms, screaming and crying. after all, he certainly looks like a scary man, having quite a tall stature, covered in scars as well. but no, she innocently beams at him cutely asking to play tea party. so that’s the sight you walked into, a small child, wriothesley, and a handful of barbies surrounding the round table, all having teacups. the girl glares at you, telling you you can’t join, as your smile drops. this little roach… who does she think she is? before you can say anything, he pulls you to the side, whispering quietly.

“babe, we’ll have our own tea party date later… yes, yes, i promise.”

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[indigo-greer-collins]

i have nothing appropriate to say about this photo

Holy fuck

[baldval]

Hiii! How are ya? can I request Valentino x reader who works for vox? But not only do they work for him they have created a anime and game for it under him? So like they’re a well known manga artist type ting? So yeah they’re not a nobody basically

if not that’s fine! Have a good day/night dear :)

ART DECO PART 1!₊˚⊹♡

characters: valentino x gn!reader

wc: 1.6k

warnings: curse words, mentions of sex, making out, suggestive content.

a/n: i might do a part 2 if you guys like this!!

series masterlist!

You're bored.

To the exterior eye, working for THE Vox may be a dream. Cash, cars, designer clothes, big fancy functions filled with important hell-people and overlords. It sounds perfect.

It isn't. Between stupid rivalries, betrayals, and VERY dramatic bosses, being one of the top content producers for Vox is smothering work. But you'd rather have that than being nothing. At the very least, being so close to the Vees grants you protection.

This evening, you discover yourself at yet another 'emergency' call from Vox. Something something about losing views and how this most be the radio demon's fault. It's the 4th time this week.

You arrived at Vox's place, yet you can't really see him anywhere.

"Umm... Velvette" the girl looks up at you from the couch, unbothered.

"Watcha need sweetheart?" she moves her eyes back to her phone.

"Do you know where Vox is? He kinda called me on emergency basis? I'm not really sure what he need though."

"I have no idea where that shithead's been. He didn't even go to the last meeting with the overlords." She rolls her eyes. "He had to send me."

"Oh alright so no idea." You feel frustrated.

"You could of course ask Val"

"Did anyone say my name?" You smell him before he enters your eyeline. He smells like vanilla and sandalwood. He smells like vanilla and sandalwood. He smells expensive. Not the faux, gawdy expensive like most men within Vox's circle, but truly extravagant.

"So dramatic." Velvette mumbles, eyes still on the screen.

You feel him before you turn around. He’s warm, and broad, and the crisp white material of his dress shirt is pressing into you. You gasp quietly at his boldness, praying that Velvette doesn't notice how close you are to him.

Valentino.

Vox's second in charge. Both an overlord and the owner of the largest movie studio. One of the greatest assholes in Hell.

The man you’re hopelessly in love with.

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You truly hadn't meant for this to get this far.

Initially, it was sex. Brilliant, mid blowing, earth shattering sex.

Until it wasn't.

Now, it's late night phone calls and clandestine meetings and holding hands and apartment hunting and kisses on the forehead.

Now, it's genuine.

Vox would murder you if he found out.

You'd be shunned. Everything you'd worked for. Everything you'd created. Suddenly you don't exist. It's all Vox's.

If there was one thing you liked about your deal with Vox was the fact that he allowed your things to be yours.

People knew what you had created and they knew it was created by you.

You didn't want to lose that.

Essentially, it'd be worse than hell, which you're already in. So why do you keep finding yourself considering it?

You’ve never been loved like this. So total, so complete, so all consuming. So unconditional.

And it's true that Valentino has nothing to lose. If Vox finds out, he won't be affected at all.

But he keeps it a secret.

And you're pretty sure you know why.

You wake up to kiss him all over his face. You dance within the kitchen, as he spins you around in your socks. You see how he stares at you when in a meeting, analysing your face.

You ran into love headfirst, impulsively. Would you have slept with Valentino that night, well over a year ago, if you'd have known this is how it'd turn out? You're not sure. But all you know is that, right now, the risk is more than worth it.

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"You with me, sweetheart?" he mumbles into your ear, warm breath raising the hairs on your neck.

"Yeah, Val," you murmur back, trying to keep a neutral expression on your face. "I'm here."

"Where did you go, huh?"

His fingers travel down your neck, drawing little figures on your back.

"Just daydreaming," you answer.

"About what?" he asks teasingly, caressing your skin in delicate movements. Back, forth. Back, forth. He's making it difficult to concentrate.

“You,” you whisper discreetly. He you loud and clear. “Always you.”

He needs to kiss you. God, he needs to kiss you. He needs to grab your face and smash his lips to yours, consequences be damned. He wants to pick you up and twirl you around and scream "look at the woman I love!"

Instead, his fingers tighten around your waist. He looks around carefully before leaning in and pressing a gentle kiss to the spot just below your ear. Then, he moves to stand in front of you. To anyone else, it looks like two colleagues having a conversation.

"You look so fuckin' wonderful in that dress," he tells you, his voice bound with sincerity and admiration. His eyes are raking up and down your frame. The heat of his gaze making you warm.

"You don’t look so bad yourself," you tease. That’s an understatement. His suit fits him like a glove, perfectly tailored to all of his curves. It’s all crisp edges and careful lines. He’s wearing the cufflinks you got him for his birthday, the ones engraved with the both of your initials. The letters are small, tucked away on the underside. No one knows they’re there – your little secret.

Valentino winks at you as you stand up, going to take a step forward, but a hand on your arm stops you.

"Vox was aking where you were. The meeting already started, come on." Vox's assistant acompanies you towards Vox's office.

As you walk through the lobby you whisper to Velvette.

"No idea he was in his office, huh?" perhaps you were trying your luck, but in all honesty, Vox had pretty much as much respect for Velvette as he had for you.

"Do you think I care where that asshole is? I'm not his nanny." She talks back, louder, so that you can hear her as you enter the door.

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There's a pull between you and Val. It's like a magnetic force, dragging you together no matter where you are , or what you're doing. You're feeling it within the dull board gatherings. You feel it in the dull 'Vees Team' gatherings. You feel it at the functions he’s reluctantly invited to by Vox. You feel it now, as you try not fall asleep at Vox's words of how you all should double the work and double the content. He says that as if animating was that easy.

You allow your mind to drift away, dreaming of what awaits you later tonight. You can picture it perfectly. You and Val, curled up in bed, his penthouse bedroom illuminated by candlelight. Glasses of wine discarded on the night stand, sheets thrown across the mattress, legs tangled together. Skin pressed to skin, warmth seeping into your bones. Gentle melodies filling the room, the man underneath you humming softly into your ear. If this is hell, you’ll think. then it might just be better than heaven.

The second you get out of the meeting, you feel his eyes on you. Heat prickles over your skin, goosebumps rising. It's kinda like a 6th sense, this quiet communication between you. You capture his gaze and wink, and you swear you see him blush slightly. He runs his tongue over his bottom lip, and gestures in the direction of the door. You get the hint, and follow him, trailingly behind subtly.

You reach the corridor and look around, but Valentino is nowhere to be seen. Suddenly, you feel a warm grip grab your hips, pressing you into the wall.

"Been holding up to urge my hands on you all night," he mumbles into your ear.

He's trailing his fingers up and down your sides. You can feel him, hot and difficult behind you, groaning as he bites at your throat. He kisses the hinge of your jaw, and after that your cheek. It's forbidden and it's provocative and it's so tender it makes your knees wobble.

"Come to my room," he begs. "Vox is so distracted with that Radio Demon that he won't realise."

The offer is tempting. So, so tempting. But there's currently so many people in the Vees' house. Any of them could see you enter the same room… suspicions arise. As easy as it would be to just say fuck it and tell everyone, your survival instinct tells you it wouldn't be the best idea. You want to stay in this little bubble of warmth and love and trust a little longer.

You want to stay happy a little longer.

“We can’t,” you whine. “Someone might notice.”

"I don’t give a fuck," he replies.

"Of course you don't."

"You shouldn’t either."

You want to disagree, but the way he’s moved his hand to sit at your throat while pressing himself into you is making it hard to think.

"Live a little, baby," he teases, nipping at your ear.

"Fine! Fuck, fine. Let’s go before I change my mind."

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Knock. Knock. Knock.

Your eyes blink open, sunlight streaming through the sheer window ornaments. You're resting comfortably on Val's chest, both of his solid arms wrapped around you. You yawn languidly.

Knock. Knock. Knock.

Oh. That. You check the clock on the nightstand, realising that it’s only 7am. On a Saturday. Who’s knocking on the door at 7am on a Saturday morning?

Knock. Knock. Knock.

Fuck, is the noise getting louder? You push Valentino carefully, waking him up.

"There's someone banging at your door," you whisper.

He groans and untangles his legs from yours. He puts on a pair of boxers, and moves towards the door.

You listen intently, curious to know who’s trying to gain Valentino’s attention so determinedly.

The door swings open.

"Vox?" he questions, and you can almost hear the fear in his voice.

“Hey Val. Did you see where the fuck y/n went to?”

[writeyouin]

Lucifer (Hazbin Hotel) X Male-Reader - Sinless Sinners - Chapter 5

Chapter 5 - Stories and Dolls

A/N – Okay, so I just quit my job and I’m freefalling right now. Time to channel my anxiety into fanfiction. Also, this chapter is darker so I’m raising the rating to M.

Warnings – MENTIONS OF RAPE, S/A, ABUSE, KIDNAPPING, AND TORTURE.

Rating – M

TAG-LIST: @lxkeee @moonieper @sle3pyh3ad2 @gomib0 @mixplara @ica1

FEMALE VERSION HERE

GN VERSION HERE

Lucifer had to admit, he was getting used to you. He enjoyed making breakfast a show in the morning, entertaining you with his parlour tricks and general showmanship. You were like a child, easily amused by flashing lights or some sleight of hand.

And of a night, he also found your company less than objectionable, whether you were reading a book in the library with Spick and Span curled up at your feet, in front of a roaring fire (you had conjured them medallions with their names on them, so as to tell them apart), or those nights when you came back from visiting the hotel and regaled him with the tales of its inhabitants. Lucifer was starting to like Angel Dust, even if he didn’t believe the porn star actually had a chance at redemption. Nifty also seemed entertaining, Husk could be a source of wisdom and comfort in equal measure, and Alastair… Well, he was there too, taking up too much of your attention.

Yet, despite his newfound almost-friendship with you, he couldn’t help thinking about what you had said on your first night in the manor.

‘You don’t even know why I’m down here, and you don’t want to know, right? ‘Cos all of us filthy Sinners must be the same.’

You were right. He didn’t know why you were there, and that was driving him crazy. He wanted to like you. Truly, he did. But how could he like you when he didn’t know your sin? People got sent to Hell for a reason! They wasted their free will. They sold drugs to kids, murdered people, trafficked victims, tricked and swindled others. For all Lucifer knew, you were there for drowning puppies.

The thought made him deeply uncomfortable.

Okay. He would ask you about it. No big deal. People probably talked about why they went to Hell a lot right? That was a normal conversation for Sinners, probably…

Lucifer wasn’t entirely wrong in thinking that. However, nearly all Sinners lied about what they went to Hell for, making it even more brutal or horrifying to try and earn some extra credit among their fellow Demons. Someone who had killed one person would claim to have been a serial killer. A low-life drug dealer would paint themselves as a mafioso with a drug empire, and arsonists… They didn’t have to lie much, as fires tended to spread quickly and they generally were as psychotic as they claimed to be.

It was all basic self-preservation in Hell. Be the toughest person there, so nobody could find new ways to hurt you. Kill or be killed (figuratively, since Demons couldn’t technically kill other Demons), sink or swim, do unto others before they did unto you.

Right. When Lucifer next saw you, he would ask.

“Hey Lucifer,” You said upon returning to the manor from the Hotel, “You doing okay?”

Lucifer froze. He hadn’t expected to see you so soon. Fuck.

“Hey bitch,” Lucifer greeted, feeling entirely awkward, yet trying to feign confidence.

“Uh… Back at ya,” You reciprocated confusedly.

“Sooooo,” Lucifer started, steepling his fingers together, and holding them to his mouth, his brow knitting together worriedly, “I have a question for you.”

“Oh.” You were surprised by Lucifer’s admission. While the two of you generally made conversation, he didn’t tend to ask too much. Besides, in the preface of announcing his question, it seemed that he was likely to ask you something personal.

You waved your hand casually, indicating that he was free to ask away.

“How- Uh how was everything at the Hotel? Is my little girl doing okay?”

As you smiled and fell into a description of how Charlie was doing and her general excitement about her meeting with Heaven, Lucifer cursed himself. He knew that what he wanted to ask was important, but it was just so personal. Well, at least he was happy to hear about his daughter. There were also some other colourful stories included in your conversation.

Finally, you wrapped up the conversation, effectively ending it when you casually said, “Anyway, I’m going to get ready for bed. I’m real tired, you know?”

Lucifer didn’t say much as you left, he was still pondering whether you might be a puppy killer or relative and accomplice to that Jeffrey Dahmer fellow, or something equally disturbing. If not… Why were you there?

Having gotten ready for bed, you sighed, letting the day’s events wash over you, lifting a weight off your shoulders. You were tired, but the day had been a good productive one. Moreover, it was nice to end the day by standing out on the balcony, overlooking the rest of Hell.

There was a time when you had died, during which you stood atop a building in the main streets watching all the fights, looting, and maiming, and you were horrified. Then, you met Charlie, and she had been so wonderfully pure, good, and non-judgemental that you had to agree with her. Hell could be a home to you, and all the other Sinners who lived there, and Sinners could always change for the better.

While you held onto the balcony railing, leaning over it, and staring at the red horizon, Lucifer approached your open door at the entrance of your room, knocking despite the open invitation to come in.

You turned and smiled at him, your smile putting him at ease.

“Come in,” You offered.

He did so, crossing the large room and taking quick mental notes of the changes you had made. They were minor, but they spoke of your personality. You had lit scented candles, brightening the room – the official scent name was Tapioca Tit-play.

Subconsciously, Lucifer worked his magic to remove the off-smell that he had placed there; it was redundant when your candles covered it, and he didn’t mind your company so much anymore.

He also observed several other items. There was a photograph of everyone at the Hotel, though you had drawn Alastor on the end in crayon since he didn’t love to be captured in photographs (he could bear it unlike being filmed, but he didn’t care much for it.)

Wrapped around your bedposts were nightlights to keep out the dark. On your bed, you had a teddy of one of Sir Pentious’ egg-bois, a gift from him. Husk had gifted you with a bottle of his best Whiskey, though it remained unopened on the nightstand. There was a cockroach/daisy hybrid necklace wrapped around a book. The candles were from Angel Dust. Beneath your pillow was a dagger, gifted by Vaggie, for your protection. Alastor had given you a collection of books from the store in Cannibal Town, including several that were rumoured to have been stolen from Heaven’s library, though nobody was certain where that rumour started or if it was even true, though there were no copies of the books anywhere else in Hell.

Although Lucifer had no way of knowing these items were all presents from your friends at the Hazbin Hotel, he could tell that you cared deeply for the odd assortment by their placement on the two bedside tables; they had been positioned with care, and were well looked after.

Then, his eye caught the rubber duck, slightly hidden behind the picture frame. He remembered making that one. As a hellhound imitation, it was meant to teleport to whoever needed it most inside the Manor, offering protection should they come under attack. Naturally, he and his family didn’t need such protection, but he had been experimenting with what powers he might imbue unto yet another duck.

He decided not to mention it as he joined you on the balcony, looking you over in your pyjamas.

You also spared him a glance, noting that he seemed more relaxed. Although he was still in his usual attire, he had removed his top-hat-crown and his overcoat, revealing the waistcoat and shirt beneath; the sleeves were rolled up, giving him a more casual appearance.

“Hell’s skies are beautiful, aren’t they,” You stated, returning your gaze to the horizon.

Lucifer looked up, but all he saw was Heaven, the home that didn’t want him.

“(Y/N),” He started, forcing himself to look down, so he wouldn’t have to stare at the painfully beautiful golden glow above.

“Hm?”

“How did you end up here?”

Your grip tightened on the railing drawing Lucifer’s gaze to the whites of your knuckles.

Your whole body became tense and you answered with a ragged breath, “I died.”

“Yes but-” Lucifer was about to lead into the question of your sins, but you spoke up again, seemingly misunderstanding the question as you continued, tears forming at the corners of your eyes.

“I was- I was murdered.”

Lucifer could have explained that the cause of your death wasn’t what he had been driving at, but now he was darkly fascinated. If you were the same kind-hearted, warm person in life, why would anyone wish to bring about your death?

He remained silent as you began recounting the manner in which you had been killed.

“I had a friend,” You started slowly, taking steady breaths between each part of the story that followed as if it would make it any easier. “I mean- I- I thought he was my friend. I loved him. He knew that. He counted on it.”

“I thought that he travelled for work. That’s what he told me. It’s why he was always coming and going. But no… He was just looking for more people like me. He found people. Made us fall for him. Then he- he took me out on a date. Blindfolded me. Said it was a surprise. I- I trusted him, but the blindfold just made it easier for him to- He knocked me out.”

You subconsciously touched the back of your head, remembering the blow that had come with no warning.

Lucifer turned to you, one hand holding onto the railing, the other planted firmly at his side.

“Did he-” He started to ask.

You shook your head. “It wasn’t rape. It was worse.”

You shivered, waiting until you were certain you weren’t going to vomit. Then you continued, your skin ashy.

“I woke up in a- It was like a cinderblock cell, but it had been sort of decorated to look like a fancy suite?”

You recalled the room. It was damp, and the floor was cheaply produced concrete, given away by the amount of air bubbles which had never been levelled and now pocked the surface, like a teenager with bad acne. The cinderblock walls were easy to see, though some talented artist had been paid to paint it with the likeness of the Ritz hotel or somewhere equally fancy. While that had made it look better, it was still clearly a cinderblock wall; then again, you can’t polish a turd, but you can roll it in glitter.

You had been handcuffed to a chair in the centre of the room. Your clothes had been taken, and you had been dressed in a skimpy shortened tuxedo, with a fitted vest instead of a jacket. You remembered screaming till your voice was raw. You screamed so much that you ended up spitting flecks of blood, but nobody came to save you.

“I- I was tied up,” You said simply, downplaying the memory to Lucifer, more for your own sake than his, though he could see the pain behind your eyes.  

Lucifer didn’t interrupt your story, but his anger was growing. Behind him his tail lashed furiously, his eyes became flaming red, and his fangs became sharper. You hadn’t noticed, you were lost in memory, and you had yet to look his way since beginning your story.

You sighed, thinking of the torture, humiliation, and suffering which followed, all at the hands of one man. It wasn’t your captor. It was who he had sold you to.

“It- I was- They were making snuff films. I don’t know how many people died there before or after me but- I was sold to an American. He- He liked to cut things. It was a while before- I don’t know if I bled out, or if my heart stopped, maybe both?”

For the first time, your skin changed colour, turning from your regular human shade to a pale seaweed-green. Against the colourful backdrop, Lucifer could see your now blinding white glowing scars. Upon your death they remained hidden, completely invisible, but now you were distressed… You seemingly did have something of a Demonic appearance after all.

You were a ragdoll.

There wasn’t a part of your body that hadn’t been cut, or originally sliced off, only to be repaired in death. In all likelihood, your real body was probably burned, buried, or dissolved in acid. In Hell, your scars were the stitches that held your body together. Lucifer now understood your human appearance since like a real ragdoll, you were good at playing dress-up. He bet that if you explored your abilities, you would have been able to look like anyone, a skin-changer, but you had adopted your appearance in life; it was likely an accident caused by the trauma of your memories.

“(Y/N),” Lucifer said through gritted teeth. He wanted to be comforting, but he was already thinking of all the ways he would punish your killer and any accomplice he may have had. There were worse things than Death in hell; he would torture those bastards for eternity, and then when he finally grew bored, he would end them with angelic weaponry, wiping their souls from existence, leaving no trace of such monsters.

You didn’t turn to face your King, who was now in his full Demonic form, his rage at its peak.

“Just go,” You murmured despondently, staring over the balcony, and down to the ground. A long drop and a short stop… It was a shame it wouldn’t kill you; at least the pain would end if you died.

“But-” Lucifer reached you to put a hand on your shoulder, his wings almost curling around you as if to envelop you.

“I- I would like to be alone. Please.”

Lucifer hesitantly withdrew his hand, “I’m sorry.”

That was all he said before walking away, leaving you alone.

You wished that you could have been left to wallow, but your phone soon buzzed and you opted to check it in case it was an emergency.

Retrieving it from the bed, you found a message from Charlie.

“EMERGENCY. ANGEL DUST. RELAPSE. GET OVER HERE. PLEASE!”

Damn it! If Charlie was texting you for this, it meant that Husk was either the cause or he wasn’t around to be the solution. Moreover, while Charlie would want to assist her friend, she was likely the last person Angel Dust wanted to see; sometimes, though she was well-intentioned, she just didn’t understand such issues or she could be a bit much.

Still stuck in your ragdoll body, you ran back to the balcony and vaulted over the edge. It wasn’t a smooth landing, and it hurt a lot. Anyone else would have broken their bones, but when you were like this, there wasn’t anything else that could be broken. Everything had already been torn off you. Ignoring the pain, you ran until you found a taxi. You took it to the Hotel.

[devildom-moss]

Calling them “baby girl” in front of others (demon brothers)

(the demon brothers x gn!MC)

(slight NSFW)

Lucifer 

Diavolo had invited you, Lucifer, and Simeon to the castle for a drink, opting for a reasonably quiet night in. Unfortunately, Lucifer had been in an unpleasant mood all day after a raucous morning of his brothers’ bickering was made worse when Solomon brought him homemade (Solomon concocted) muffins. Simeon’s Celestial Realm anecdotes were starting to irk him, especially ones that involved him also known as the ones Diavolo kept asking for. Lucifer sat there, staring daggers into an indifferent target, sighing, and pinching the bridge of his nose. You had to do something, so you walked over to him and pet his head comfortingly. He pulled back before leaning into your hand again to let you continue. Barbatos, Diavolo, and Simeon stared at you both – cutting Simeon’s story short.

“Why are you petting me?”

“Because,” you smiled as you caressed down his cheeks, “even though you’re being grumpy right now, you’re still my baby girl, and you deserve to relax.”

Lucifer froze up. Diavolo chuckled and remarked how nice it must be to feel so cared for by you, Simeon politely covered a smile, and Barbatos found himself surprising turned on by your boldness and possibly by the humiliation of Lucifer.

“MC, may I speak to you outside?” Lucifer requested as he stood up stiffly.

The second you were outside, he pulled you into the nearest empty room or hallway and pushed you against a wall. You expected some spark of anger in his eyes, but he was a blushing mess, and his air of pomp had collapsed in on itself. His gaze fell from yours as his hands dropped to the sides of your arms. He squeezed them gently – a gesture asking for permission and a quiet declaration of his desire. If only he could be this cute more often.

Lucifer sent Diavolo a text that something came up and you both had to return home immediately. Diavolo replied: Go easy on, MC. You had such a precious reaction, and I’m sure that’s why they did it. You won’t punish them too harshly, right Lucifer?

Diavolo’s text went unanswered. By the time it was sent, you were home, and Lucifer was face down, ass up in bed.

“You can be rough with me,” he told you. In the darkness of Lucifer’s room, his phone lit up with another text from Diavolo: Right, Lucifer?!

Diavolo realized he may have miscalculated when he secretly spotted you petting Lucifer’s head in the council room the following morning before heading to your next class. Someone at the receiving end of Lucifer’s punishments wouldn’t use that gentleness with him the next day. 

Mammon

You were hanging out in the House of Lamentation’s library with Levi, Satan, and Asmo. Technically, you were studying – but studying often requires better retention of knowledge for all participants. Mammon interrupted Asmo’s interruption to your study group in his typical Mammon fashion.

“What’cha doin’ with these guys? If ya wanted to study, you shoulda called The Great Mammon. Plus, hanging out with me would be way more fun.” Mammon grabbed your hand, ignoring the complaints and annoyance from his brothers.

You chuckled. He was so obvious, and it activated your urge to tease him. “Aww, what’s the matter, baby girl? You lonely?”

“Who ya calling a girl? Why would I be lonely without you? Stupid!” Mammon’s eyes were wide, and his face burned with shame. “Never mind.”

He turned around and left the room in a hurry. The remaining three demons erupted in laughter, praising you for finding a way to finally get rid of Mammon for a while. Mammon would have to disappear for a few hours before they would be concerned. You, on the other hand, felt kind of bad for making him run off like that. You didn’t anticipate that he would get that embarrassed. You decided to go after him and apologize, but he was quick to make a getaway (years of practice, probably). By the time you got to his bedroom, you heard a faint moan and your name.

To spare Mammom further embarrassment, you decided to send him a text and tell him that you needed to see him in his room, alone. The sounds coming from the other side of his door stopped. You waited a few more seconds before knocking. Mammon rushed to the door in his boxers, pulling you in. Behind the closed door, you let your eyes wander down his body. Your initial desire to apologize for embarrassing him was left in the hallway. Now, you wanted to tease him more.

“I didn’t realize that affected you so much, baby girl,” you ran your hand down his chest.

“Shaddup. It didn’t,” Mammon looked off to the side, “so just c’mere and help me fix it.”

Leviathan

Levi was crushing you and Diavolo in an online battle. You could hear Levi’s boasting next to you while Diavolo laughed over the headset. You and Diavolo only had a few hits left before you lost. Even if you teamed up, the only way you stood a chance was to play dirty. You placed your hand on Levi’s thigh. He jumped under the sudden touch and let out a yelp. With his attention on you, you told him, “you’re doing such a good job, baby girl.”

It was as if you had threatened him. Leviathan transformed into his demon form. He set his controller down and slithered into his bathtub for comfort, covering his face with his hands and his tail. You noticed that his tail was slowly undulating between his legs, and he let out a pathetic whimper, which you heard echo over the headset.

“Winner!” the game declared. Diavolo had managed to beat you both while you were preoccupied. You congratulated him before quickly informing him that you thought you broke Levi and logging off for the both of you. Diavolo didn’t have a chance to respond.

After setting Levi’s headset to the side, you tried to pry his hands from his face, but he wouldn’t budge. It wasn’t anything that a bit more teasing couldn’t resolve, though. You whispered in his ear, “I was hoping I could get my pretty baby girl to model a skirt for me tonight – if he’s up to it.”

“You want to see me in a skirt!?” He perked up, face tinted bright pink. He had bought a new skirt for a fantasy cosplay recently, but it was too sexual to wear in front of anyone, and he was self-deprecatingly certain you wouldn’t want to see him in it. He was almost sure it would never get any use.

“I want to do a lot more than see you,” you smirked.

“MC, don’t say it like that! You’ll get my hopes up.”

“Good.”

Satan

“Labs are the worst,” Levi complained, “otakus aren’t fit for doing group projects with a bunch of normies.”

“Be grateful that you were paired with Solomon, MC, and me,” Satan reminded him, “you could have gotten stuck with Mammon like Belphegor, Luke, and Beelzebub.”

“Poor Luke,” Solomon chuckled.

“It’s not like we need your help, so you can get out of the way if you’re just going to complain the whole time,” Satan guided Levi a few steps outside of his workspace.

“Sure, shove the gross otaku out of the way.”

“Exactly.” Satan took note of the temperature of the potion, “MC, can you hand me the next two herbs. We’re almost ready for them.”

“You got it, baby girl,” you moved the mortar and pestle from your table to his workstation. Solomon paused his work to stare at you in disbelief. Levi took a cautionary step back.

“Thank you, MC.” Satan spooned the pulverized mix into the potion and stirred it clockwise, causing a hypnotizing swirl of purple and green. “Wonderful. See, that’s how you be useful in a group, Levi.”

“ROFL. MC’s charm attack has no effect. Satan’s counterattack does 1000 damage to Leviathan.” Levi sulked next to Solomon and tried to help him for the rest of the class.

It appeared that Levi was right. Satan hadn’t reacted at all to your teasing. Maybe he was too focused? Then again, even Solomon was surprised. However, as the day progressed, you noticed that Satan was being oddly clingy. He ate lunch with you, insisted upon walking you home, and even asked to hold your hand. Satan continued to stay attached to you – studying with you, cooking dinner with you, and even asking to take a shower together. That night, he secretly stayed in your room so he could sleep with you. If you ask him what had gotten into him, he’ll simply tell you that he felt like being close to you.

Asmodeus 

“Asmo,” Simeon walked into Solomon’s room to find the demon draped over your and Solomon’s laps while scrolling on his phone. Simeon reluctantly ignored the intimate scene and continued, “do you think you could take Raphael shopping for quality fabric this weekend? He’s been sewing a lot recently.”

Asmo failed to answer him and continued tapping away at his phone.

“He’s in deep,” Solomon sighed. “You may have to try something tailored to pique his interests. Watch this.”

Solomon set his hand the back of Asmo’s thigh and called out “princess.” Still nothing. You and Simeon chuckled at his failure, especially given his confidence.

“Let me try,” you added. You pet Asmo’s hair gently and called out to him sweetly, “Asmo, baby girl?”

“Yes daddy?” Asmo nuzzled into your hand. No one was in shock, but Simeon regretted walking in there. Solomon was annoyed – although not quite from jealousy.

“Simeon had a question for you, pay attention, please.”

Although Simeon wished he could forget what happened, he went along with it and repeated his question. Asmo smiled at Simeon, “of course, hun! I’d be happy to help that violent old man find fabric.”

“Thank you,” Simeon chuckled, “I’ll relay a version of that to him when he gets home.”

As soon as Simeon left the room, Asmo changed positions so he could straddle your lap. Solomon was grateful to be free of Asmo’s weight on him, but he wasn’t sure how to feel as Asmo wrapped his arms around your neck. “MC, how naughty of you, calling me something like that in front of Simeon. I should punish you with kisses.”

“Solomon called you ‘princess,’” you reminded him.

“Solomon can have kisses too.”

Beelzebub

Beel had begged asked you to bring him snacks at practice. Of course, you agreed because it was for Beel. Avoiding the potential destruction of RAD property that could occur if he got too hungry was a decent incentive, too. You found him among his teammates on the field. He waved you over. For a moment, he was so happy to see you that he forgot you were there to bring him food. He picked you up in his arms and spun you around in a half-circle. A few of his teammates stopped stretching to watch how affectionate he was with you.

“I brought you some food. I also found these bright orange pastries. The color reminded me of your hair, so I grabbed a few of those, too.”

“Thank you, MC,” he grinned and took the bag from your hand. His hunger had started to subside in your presence. “You’re the best. I love you.”

“Beel,” you started. He was so cute that it caught you off guard. “You’re very welcome, baby girl.”

One of Beel’s teammates wanted to laugh when he heard that, but the blush on Beel’s cheeks and the giddy grin shut him up. The other teammates who heard you kept their mouths shut, too, when then they saw how happy you had made Beel. If it had been someone they respected less, they might have teased that person, but no one would dare ridicule him. Besides, if that was something that brought joy to their teammate, they didn’t see any need to be rude.

Beel returned to reality and felt eyes on him. “Do you want to stay for practice?”

“I’m sorry, Beel, I have a lot of work to do, today. Next time, okay?”

“Wait,” he grabbed your hand, shyly playing with your fingers, “can I have a hug before you go? I’m kind of sweaty, though.”

“You can have a hug.” You couldn’t refuse him. He bent forward and engulfed you in his arms. You could feel his breath against your ears.

“Would you call me that again? In private next time.” His voice was velvet-soft and suggestive. You made him feel so small and cared for sometimes, and that drove him wild. You nodded, and he responded with a sultry “good.”

Belphegor

“MC, can you bring me a blanket?” Belphegor asked you from the couch.

“Don’t go askin’ MC to baby you. Get it yourself,” Mammon nagged.

“Yeah, but Belphie is such a cutie,” Asmo added.

“I can get you a blanket,” Beel offered.

“It’s fine. I’ll get you a blanket, Belphie,” you smiled and brought the plush blanket to him. You laid it over him.

“You shouldn’t spoil him too much, MC.” Lucifer walked by the couch to look at his baby brother curled up adorably. You ignored Lucifer and smoothed the blanket down.

“You can do with a bit of spoiling, can’t you, baby girl?” You directed your question to Belphie.

“Damn right,” he mumbled, “now you have to sit right next to me on the couch.”

His brothers failed to find words of protest. Much to all their displeasure – especially Lucifer’s – you took a seat next to Belphegor on the couch. Hidden under the cover of the blanket, he crawled onto your lap and laid his head down on your thigh. The blanket draped over you both. Belphie pretended to nap, patiently waiting for the sound – or rather the silence – indicating that all his brothers had cleared out of the common room. You felt him shift and start to caress you under the blanket. He even made attempts to remove or unzip your pants between leaving nips and kisses over your clothes.

“Belphie, not here. You should stop.”

“Make me,” he chuckled, “if you want me to stop, take me upstairs and punish me.”

Brat. Perhaps you did spoil him too much.

(dateables version) | (side characters version)

[decaf-mother]

Your First Valentine's Day Together {Pt. 2}

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MDNI

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This one includes the creeps the other one was missing.

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Creepypasta Head-Canons

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GN/Reader

Warnings: None

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Trenderman

Expect to receive a full bouquet of red roses and a specially tailored dress/suit just for you in your favorite design/color. Will take you to a beautiful underworld restaurant in your new dress/suit and order you the finest wine.

"Only the best for you, Y/N." "Awww..."

Splendorman

This is a special SPECIAL occasion! He gets to celebrate his love for you! He arranges an extra special tea party just for the two of you, expect tons of heart shaped treats, cuddles, praise and kisses! You're just the cutest thing ever to him!

"Splendyyyy! I love it!" "And I love YOU my little flower!"

Jason The Toymaker

He's not new to the concept of Valentine's day but has never had any reason to celebrate before. Will most likely give you an extra special teddy bear made with love, this teddy will certainly watch over you whenever Jason is busy! Also will give you a nice private little coffee/tea date. (Jason is one of the more possessive ones)

"I'll never leave you, Y/N. You're mine." "Thanks, Jason."

The Dollmaker

He's often pretty quiet and a little distant but still loves you and looks forward to spending time with you. His gift is a bit creepy but I promise he means well, however the doll that looks suspiciously like you that's now sitting on your shelf still gives you the creeps. At least he's letting you hang out with him while he works today.

"So... This is your office?" "...."

Kagekao

Ah yes, that familiar demonic cackling fills your ears. He's quite an openly affectionate partner and is beyond excited that you wanted to celebrate Valentine's with him. You two have a nice little date with wine and then cuddle up to drunkenly watch some horror movies. And in typical Kagekao fashion he teases you everytime you flinch.

"Kekeke~ Don't tell me this scares you, Y/N~ You're with a demon~" "Shut up... I'm not scared."

X-Virus

He doesn't really understand the point in giving you flowers that will only wilt and die, therefore he gives you a whole ass house plant. That way you two can care for it together as plant parents. Aside from the house plant you have a fun little date where you assist him with experiments- and by assist I mean you stand far away while he wreaks havoc and support him lovingly at a distance.

"Isn't this cool, Y/N?" "Yeah! Really cool!"

Suicide Sadie

She absolutely adores you and hopes to make the day as lovely as possible. Taking you to a beautiful little lake in the woods, where you can spend your day chatting, swimming and hanging out under the big blue sky. She gives you a pretty rock she found at the bottom of the lake.

"Here, darling. This reminded me of you." "Thank you so much! I love it!"

Roadwalker

Her idea of a nice romantic date is taking you on a long hike through the woods, just talking and admiring nature. Taking in all the scenery she surprises you with a puppy. What could be a better gift than a sweet little bundle of joy?

"Is that- is that a puppy?!?" "Sure is, Y/N! I was hoping we could raise it together."

Scarecrow Girl

She's super nervous about Valentine's Day, hesitantly giving you a bouquet of half dead flowers and... Grass? Well, she's doing her best. It's heart warming how shy she is about asking you if you'd watch a movie with her. How can you say no?

"Well.... What about that new romance movie...?" "That sounds great."

Vicky Genocidal

Brings you a box of assorted chocolates and a heart shaped pin. She takes you on an exciting date at a festival that set up in the nearby town, wearing disguises you two ride all the rides, play a bunch of games where she wins you a ton of prizes, buy a bunch of snacks and end off the day with a ride on the creaky little ferris wheel. It's not overly romantic but it's still nice when she kisses you.

"Did ya like it?" "No.... I loved it."

Hannah The Killer

Joyfully drags you along with her, little to no explanation, to a theme park. Not that you're complaining. She tries to win you prizes but sadly sucks at the rigged games, getting pretty pissed off- however you're luckily able to calm her down with some popcorn. You spend the rest of the date having snacks and riding rollercoasters.

"We should do this again sometime, Y/N." "Yeah but next time let's avoid the prize booths."

Candy Pop

Ah Yes- a date with an over excited demonic jester man. He doesn't go for chocolates instead offering you a box of assorted lollipops, and puts on his own private little comedy show for you in your room. It's quite endearing and ends in cuddles.

"I love making you laugh." "Thanks, Candy."

April Fools

She treats the day as more of the perfect opportunity to go on a pranking spree! So your date with her is just you guys going around and screwing up everybody else's Valentine's Day. It's fun to get into some mischief though! That is till Jeff figures out you're the ones who put hot sauce in his protein bar-

"Best date ever!!!!" "Yeah! We should keep running though Jeff is catching up!"

Zero

Decides the best date idea is to have a lazy day, it's just you two laid in bed doing absolutely nothing the whole day. There is nothing she'd rather do than just be with you.

"I have to pee." "Me too."

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[cherry-stained-blood]

Can I request for Daki with an s/o who spoils her (buys her anything she likes) and just showers her with love and praise?

a little too much

Synopsis: As Daki’s partner, it’s your job to make sure she feels loved and cared for, especially when it comes to gift giving

Pairing: Daki x GN!reader (they/them pronouns)

A/N: Wowowowowo It’s about time ya boy writes something for demon slayer again. Thanks for requesting with Daki! She’s an interesting character to write for, so I hope I did alright with this! Tbh this can be read as platonic or romantic, take it as you will

TW: None that I can think of rn

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I would like to clarify that Daki CRAVES attention

She’s the type of girl that wants to be held and cared for at any moment. Not that it’s bad, but she just really likes being the center of attention

So you being the wonderful partner you are, you’d get Daki whatever she wants when she feels like it

And of course she appreciates everything you get for her. While she can be a bit of a brat, Daki knows when to be grateful for something

She’ll literally vibrate with excitement if you get her something as small as a bouquet of flowers

“Awwww these are so CUTE!! I love them so much!!!”

“They’re just flowers they’re not that big of a deal—“

If you’re a human, she’s be more fascinated with the gifts that she can’t normally get as a demon

Fancy kimonos, flower hair clips, or even ribbons, she’ll love all of them so much. Daki would cherish them even more because they’d bring her a strange sense of comfort too

Also by the way, every now and then she’ll go out shopping with you disguised as a human, and she’ll just get so giddy and excited

Daki is not like this with any other person except for you, she’s practically jumping with excitement at this point it’s insane

Honestly it’s quite endearing, to see such an intimidating person, just be herself around you

It’s a very heartwarming feeling

If you’re a demon you just end up stealing most of the human made items and just end up giving them to her

But even then most of your gifts for Daki would be handmade, and she’d appreciate them regardless

Shopping trips with Daki can wear you out so much

She always gets a lot of stuff, but she knows to appreciate them. You are spending a lot of your salary on her after all, she likes that

Besides, she just also likes to spend time with you too

Even if she’s constantly milking your wallet, but hey, who can blame her?

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“Wait wait wait Y/N! Come here! This dress is SOO cute!!!”

“Hang on I’m coming! God you can be very hyper—“

The day has been rather hectic and busy for you. Taking out Daki on a lovely shopping spree was supposed to be a nice little activity, but it quickly turned into a hyperactive sugar rush, as the demon girl was jumping from store to store, eager to check things out.

Honestly, it was quite difficult keeping up with her. That girl had so much energy, it was practically wearing you out! But seeing that charming smile on her face every time she saw something as cute as a bracelet only made your heart melt.

Hence, why you had to keep moving forward for her.

“Wow… that dress is pretty. I think you’d look great it red,” you commented thoughtfully, imagining how Daki would look with that shade of scarlet red on her. She could only smile excitedly in return.

“I know right!? Ohhh can you get it, please please please pleaseeee? I promise this’ll be the last thing I ask for!!”

Normally, you would’ve said no, since your wallet was already crying from being used so much, but you couldn’t say no to those adorable eyes. “Ah— Alright fine, only because I love you so much.”

“YAY!! Awwwww thank you thank you thank you!! You’re the best, Y/N!!!”

There was something about her rather energetic state that just made you feel happy. You know that Daki doesn’t always get the chance to act like a kid again, and you wanna make sure you’re there to witness those moments where she’s truly happy.

Because honestly, who wouldn’t? She’s your ray of sunshine, and seeing that smile just makes you want to bask in it even more.

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[bsktcasey]

Could you do Mary Alastor Angel Mic and Blitzo with a reader that sing swing style songs.

OFC!wow wasn’t expecting and crossover fics but that’s super cool! Great ask!

Mary, Alastor, Angel dust , Blitzø and Mic x gn!Swing singer

Mary

. Okay personally I think behind the tough girl act she’s actually really soft and sweet, a romantic if you will

. She will lay her head in your lap while you play with her hair and sing to her

. She LOVES your voice

. Mrs girl will do anything to hear it

. gets you all kinds of gigs

. takes you shopping for outfits

. “ don’t worry about price. I’ll pay .” . Will not have it any other way

. goes to as many gigs as she can

. brings her friends too

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. You meet him at a gig

. definitely acted like critic the first time he met you

. “ you didn’t live during that era did you darling~?”

. until you (metaforicly) bared your teeth at the one and only radio demon

. “ if your gonna be such a dam critic ‘radio dick face at least let it be helpful. I know what I got and I know how to use it! My music is my music! Got anything else to say?!”

. he will never admit it to you but that is the exact moment

. Invited you onto his show after that

. To you he seemed to start to like you because he kept having you back

. after you start dating he’s gonna be a lot softer

. “ I found this while I was out! I think it would suit you well, because I found you a opening at one of the more upper bars “

. as implied gets you gigs

. always at gigs in the front row. Doesn’t want any low life getting ideas

. definitely has preformed with you a few times

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Angel . Probably meet him through work

. reminds him of his childhood in a way

. well the small positive parts of it

. you two dress up all the time

.“ hey toots does this dress make my ass look big “

. you two lend clothes to each other all the time

. you also make music together

. Angel can get emotional so when he’s down you sing to him for comfort

. “ ya know your really good at that. … thanks dollface.”

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Blitzø

. Met you while staking M&M

. bumped into him backstage

. knows a lot about show business so vent to him if you please

. definitely didn’t steal any of your dresses

.“ hey blitz have you seen my- oh!”

.“ don’t I look sexy “

. “ you look great hun but I need my dress “

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Mic

⬆️

. His energy when he finds out you sing

. Invites you on his radio show all the time

. “ wow! You look stunning honeybee !”

. you are all mic talks about

. Aizawa hates you for it

. Speaking of Aizawa, Mic drags him to your shows every chance he can

. Introduces you to Jirou

. Who helps you with recording and other things

. used your music in a poetry unit for his class

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I hope that I did it justice and you enjoyed signing off

xoxo,

-Amiri

[rosesoflilac]

WELCOME TO THE ERAS TOUR!

summary: the eras tour comes to the devildom! how excited are they for the hottest show in town? pairing: demon brothers (excluding belphie and beel) x gn!reader, suggestive (asmo) a/n: hi my name is rose and ill be your host this evening :p this has been a long time coming.. :0 sorry for the puns. i will take any chance to relive the best night of my life. hope you enjoy I had a lot of fun thinking about the bros going to the eras tour bc they r just so silly. apologies for not including belphie and beel, i love them but not enough to write them </3

LUCIFER - evermore (ivy, marjorie, happiness).

-> Lucifer does not understand the hype around the eras tour. Loud and large events arent really his scene, but he goes to have this shared experience with you. He values its importance because you are so excited and he would do anything to keep you smiling at him like that.

-> Leading up to the concert, to get him excited you gift him some of her albums on vinyl that you'd think he enjoy. I think he would really love folklore and evermore because of their instrumentals. I also see him enjoying Lover songs. If he is less perceptive to listening to her albums, start playing piano-only versions of her music to lure him into discovering other parts of her discography.

-> As I mentioned before, Lucifer would prefer piano instrumentals, impressed that the meaning of the song is still conveyed without knowing the words. 

-> To make him less grumpy take him on a Taylor Swift mjuseum tour!! I think he would appreciate learning more about Taylor's life before connecting to her music. He also just loves a good tour.

MAMMON - reputation (i did something bad, dress, new years day).

-> Girl the amount of debt he owes to witches triples when he learns that you like taylor swift. prepared to be spoiled with taylor merch and lots of it. (he definitely has bets on what surprise songs she might play).

-> Mammon is more of an r&b kind of demon but I think he can still appreciates the different genres taylor has explored. 

->i can see him resonating a lot with fearless (golden color -> grimm/how it feels when you look at him), reputation bc what if one day he leans into the scumbag roll his brothers assigned him? it's also the love album of taylor swift albums.

->He'll “never” let you know his true feelings about Taylor but it's obvious he likes her because you do. Days leading up to the concert you hear him humming melodies of her songs- of course he'd learn the setlist for ya, he wouldn't embarrass you- himself by not knowin’ the words!

LEVIATHAN - 1989 (TV) (new romantics, how you get the girl, wildest dreams).

-> Let's be real, Levi bought you the tickets because he understands the hype and needing to see your favorite artist in person. Plus, you would do the same for him. However, he is super nervous about being in such a giant crowd. He goes back and forth about wanting to go- surely you’ll have a better time with someone else right? Give him plenty of reassurance that he is the one you want and all will be well!

-> Goes all out for the costumes. He makes the perfect couples costumes for you two to wear and you guys slay! It’s more song themed than you guys trying to look hot (think evermore tree)  At the show everyone is complimenting your fits- Levi gets embarrassed when you give him credit for the costume work.

-> Omg all his karaoke sessions instead of anime songs it's Taylor songs now. I see him being a 1989 girlie because of its high energy. Similar to Lucifer, I think if there are any anime rendition covers of her songs or any video games Taylor related he will love it lol. I'm picturing like Taylor Swift meets Hatsune Miku Colorful Stage.

-> Overall is so happy he went, is super impressed with the choreography and stages Taylor set up for her different eras. Congrats Taylor! A new swiftie has been obtained.

-> Omg side note- he definitely is able to get the rare merch (like the cardigans) and will wait all day for any contests/enter so many giveaways just for you.

SATAN - red (TV) (state of grace, better man, run)

-> I think Satan finds out about Taylor Swift before the Eras Tour was even a thing because of some cat themed merchandise of hers that you were wearing. Learning of her love for her cats gets an easy Satan stamp of approval.

-> Satan learns about her history and delves deep into her lore and how the entertainment industry works in the human world. He finds it fascinating that there are a lot of hollywood/entertainment industry mysteries. I can see him taking a particular interest in old Hollywood unsolved murder cases. 

-> As for his favorite album, I see Satan loving Red, the songs on that album have that fall study vibe and delve into more angstier emotions. I see him appreciating evermore and folklore as well for their storytelling ability.

-> At the concert, he is there to vibe with you but is on the chiller side. Will only consider dressing up if you really want him to do (and its cat related (see: the person who dressed up as Taylor’s character from cats))

ASMODEUS - midnights (maroon, bejeweled, vigilante shit)

-> Asmo is def going with you to spend time with you and for the vibes, he can’t turn down a good party! He feels a bit jealous with how excited you are, like he could do the Eras Tour right at home for you <3 Only during and after the show he understands your excitement; Taylor is gorgeous and ate her performance. His favorite sections were Lover and Vigilante Shit <3

-> Another incentive for Asmo to go is the promise that he can dress you up! Similar to Levi, he loves a good costume moment. However, he goes for the looks to kill approach instead of cosplaying different things in her songs or her previous outfits.

-> Asmo will learn most of her music but doesn’t really care about that- he’s there to see you look adorable and record you having the time of your life. He swears there isn’t anything more enchanting than when your favorite era begins. 

P.S. - the friendship bracelets with the brothers go hard. you make their own individual ones with their name and signature color

[dragonfirerogue-writes]

Can you do a Wednesday x Gn!reader but it’s the “if I can’t have you *proceeds to stab r* no one can” trend but Wednesday doesn’t know that r is not human and that a simple knife can’t hurt them so they open their eyes saying “aww so you do feel something for me and people say my charm is fake.” So Wednesday begins to question how they are not bleeding to death right now and they explain what they are and how they’ve shown many signs that they weren’t human but Wednesday just never noticed. In the end they end up confessing and a heated session begins but is interrupted when their parents walk in on them.

Also there’s a bit of history between r and Wednesday seeing as their parents are good friends and both secretly harbors feelings for the other. Though they say nothing of the feelings so what leads up to the point on Wednesday stabbing r is because Wednesday saw r and other girl flirting and became jealous and proceeds to kidnap r and ya :)

Also you can make r whatever type of creature you want!

A/N: This took longer than necessary cuz I couldn't decide on a creature for R to be lol

Wednesday x GN!Reader

Darkness greets you when you wake up. You blink a few times before realizing that it's because there's a bag over your head.

Kidnapped. You've been kidnapped.

This was interesting. There were very few people who could manage this. You tested your limbs as you thought about who could and would be capable of stealing you away. Legs were tied to the chair. Arms tied behind you. Both were tight and didn't leave you room to wriggle out and escape. So this was someone who was proficient in the art. That narrowed it down considerably. In fact, there could only be one person you knew of.

The bag gets pulled from your head and you're greeted by your captor. Wednesday Addams. You knew it.

"Wednesday! To what do I owe the pleasure?" Your charming greeting was cut short by a knife suddenly poking at your throat. One swallow and you would be cut. "Hm... Not pleasure then."

"Correct, Y/N. You are to be punished by my hands."

"Punished?"

While you had your moments, you didn't have a clue to what you could've done to Wednesday to warrant this treatment. Eyebrows furrowed while you tried to think of the past few days.

"What did I do? I've no clue."

Your prosecutor just scoffs as she slowly drags the top of her blade down your torso.

"You truly don't understand? For as long as we've known each other, Y/N? I'm disappointed." You can feel the blade push a little deeper right under your sternum. "Perhaps you can get someone to help you? Maybe that one siren you've been getting close to."

"Siren? Wait, you mean Adriana? I mean, yeah we were flirting, but why are you upset abou-HRK!" The blade sheathes into your core, taking your breath away. Your eyes widen as you stare at the girl before you.

"You were supposed to be mine and mine only. But your eyes have strayed. So if I can't have you, no one shall."

You slump over. There's silence for some time before your shoulders start to shake. Wednesday's eyebrows furrow as she watches. Eventually, a soft laughter filled her ears. She reaches over and grabs your hair to pull your head back, revealing your laughing face.

"Hahahaha! So you do feel something for me. And people say my charm is fake. Hahaha oh, it's weird laughing with something in my diaphragm. Hehehe... Hey, take it out, will ya?" Out of sheer shock and confusion, Wednesday pulls her blade out and you let out a soft groan of relief.

"Thank the gods. Whew..." You look at the girl, smirk on your face.

"You..." Wednesday starts, still in disbelief. "You're unaffected. Aren't you human?" You could only blink.

"You... Don't know? Wednesday how long have we known each other and you don't know?" She just shrugs nonchalantly. You let out a sigh and slump over slightly.

"I'm a hannya oni. A demon born from jealousy and anger. Ironic, no?" A little chuckle punctuates the words. "There's not a lot that can be done to hurt me."

The goth narrows her eyes at you and asks, "How is it that you've never mentioned this?"

A shrug. "Didn't seem that important. Plus, I thought you knew. I didn't really keep it a secret."

"There's no outward indication that you're of demon blood."

In lieu of being able to use your hands, you tilt your head from side to side to mimic an 'eeehhh' motion.

"The horns are annoying so they're hidden. Hold on." You take a deep breath and suddenly, horns begin to grow just under your hairline. When you exhale, a small burst of fire comes out. Your eyes become slitted and your tongue forked.

"There. Not full demon form, but enough to prove my point."

Wednesday walks around you, inspecting your new-to-her features. Now that she sees them, your eyes and tongue do seem familiar. You were also always a warm body, no matter the weather. She pokes at your horns, forcing your head to nod slightly.

"Hm. I suppose you've been around so often that I never bothered to know or question your origins."

"Fair..." You nodded a bit before cocking your head to look at your companion. "Well, I have a question. You're jealous of Adriana?" Your mouth spreads into a wide grin. Wednesday responds with a swift smack on the back of your head.

"You've been by my side for years. To have someone take that away was... Troubling." You shuffled slightly in the seat you were still tied to.

"You didn't really have anything to worry about," you replied. "You know how I am. I just flirt for fun. No real intent there." Wednesday eyes you with suspicion. "Honest! Have you seen me be serious with anyone?" She considers the question before shaking her head.

"Besides, you're the only one I actually want."

Suddenly Wednesday's eyes burn into you. You look at her to see a surprised stare. "And you never made any indication..."

You open your mouth to retort, but without an actual reply, you slowly close it. While you have strong feelings for your friend, you didn't think it would go anywhere. So to ease the feelings bubbling in you, you began to flirt all over, letting bits of those feelings out with each pick-up line.

"Well," you start after a moment. "We have feelings for each other..."

"Indeed..."

Wednesday steps towards you and straddles your lap. When you inhale, her scent fills your nose. You struggle in your bindings, having almost forgotten that they were there. Your love was so close and yet you couldn't touch her the way you wanted. A cold hand rakes through your hair before yanking it back.

"What do you think we should do about it, Y/N?" She watches as your eyes dilate with want. You take the time to collect yourself before answering.

"Whatever you want..."

With a wicked grin, Wednesday dives in and suddenly you're drowning in her. Her lips sear onto yours with a soft moan. All you could do was return it with fervor. You curse your restraints, wanting them off so you could ravish the girl on top of you with your hands. Sensing your frustrations, Wednesday takes a hold of her knife again.

"Can't have you distracted while I'm right here, hm?" With a swift cut, your hands are free and they immediately take hold of her body. Your lips are together once more, more heated than ever now that you can stimulate the goth even further.

Your hands run up and down the girl's body. Slim muscle tense with each pass. You can't get enough. You grip tightly, pulling the goth even closer to you. Years of pent up feelings erupt from both of you and it consumes you both.

You feel teeth along your lower lips as Wednesday pulls at it. With one final kiss, she moves on and trails a path of burning kisses down to your neck. A low moan escapes your lips and you cling tighter onto your girl. However, there's something now that feels slightly off.

Eyes open to see both of your parents in the doorway, all with wide eyes.

Your shift in emotions causes Wednesday to stop and follow your eyes. Parents stare at their children. Children stare at their parents. You finally register the fact that you've been in Wednesday's room this whole time.

Silence reigns until there's an exchange of money between the patriarchs of both your families.

"About time you two did something." Your father says.

"We'll leave you be." Morticia allows, pushing her husband away.

When the door closes again, you let your head fall with a laugh. Wednesday just groans in embarrassment and burrows into your neck.

"How long do you think the bet went on for?" You asked, mood thoroughly ruined.

"I don't care, but I'll make sure we get our share."

[aikofanfan]

I don’t know what to call this it’s just MC being protective and feral pt 2

A/N: Do the bros really need protection? No probably not. Do I care? Also no. I write MC op as hell so therefore they can and will deck a demon in the jaw if one messes with their guys.

Warnings and more notes: MC gets called “sir” in Asmo’s part but it’s gn so bloop. Some blood mention in Belphie’s part.

Part 1!

Side Characters!

Barbatos!

Luke!

~~~~~~~

Asmodeus

WHAM!

“MC!”

“What?”

Asmo isn’t sure if he should be mad or impressed or possibly turned out. Maybe all three just to be safe.

You had tagged along with Asmo to shop and some rich lookin snob of a demon was flirting Asmo up, offering him this modeling job or some crap. Normally you’d let it slide. He’s a popular guy but the more this jerk spoke the more your blood boiled and well here you are.

You punched the guy in the gut and he’s curled up on the ground.

“Hand must’ve slipped. My fault.” You sigh and help him up. But keep a grip on his arm for a moment. “Be grateful you piece of shit. If I hear you make one more comment about him being a walking fuck toy I’ll rip your tongue out. Ya hear me?”

“Yes sir!” He nods and you let him go. He quickly gives Asmo his number and runs away.

“Honestly MC. This is nothing new to me. I am the avatar of lust.” Asmo sighs dramatically.

“You are more than some title, Asmo!” You hiss. “You maybe the personification of the sin but there’s more to you than just that!”

You pick up a bag you had dropped and wrap your free arm around him, give him a kiss on the forehead.

“Devildom can freeze over before I let people treat you like some toy.” You mumble to him.

~~~~~

Beelzebub

Beel is a big guy. No duh. But unless given a reason he doesn’t really say or do much. Well unless he’s hungry. Duh.

Which makes you jump to defend him much more. Like right now.

Even in the Devildom there’s always those group of girls that gotta have a comment on everybody.

“Careful there, hot stuff. I’d hate for all that food to effect your looks!” One demon girl laughs.

“I work out. So I’m not worried.” Beel states.

“But how can you keep a routine with all this food you eat????”

“Well I-”

“Not to mention all the sweets!”

“I-”

“All this junk food is going to catch up to you, you know.”

“SHUT THE FUCK UP”

You appear behind Beel in a flash when these group of girls crowd around him in the cafeteria. They flinch and step back, recognizing very quickly who you are by the wrathful green glow of your eyes.

“Mind your damn business before I send you back to the plastic surgeon where your faces came from!” You growl, cracking your knuckles to make a point. They freak out and run away without a fight thankfully. You watch them go before checking on Beel.

“You okay?” You ask, sitting beside him. “If they hurt your feelings-!”

“I’m fine, MC.” He smiled. “Don’t go getting into a fight because of me.”

“Wouldn’t be the first time.” You grin.

~~~~~~~

Belphegor

Unlike the other six. Belphie will actually come to you when someone makes a mean comment about him. Then greatly enjoy the show when you track them down.

“Aren’t you going to stop them?!” Luke gawks as he and Belphie watch you fight a demon in the RAD hallways.

“Mmm in a second.” Belphie yawns but the younger Angel saw the amusement in his eyes. When the avatar of sloth sees blood is when he wakes up more and pulls you off the other student. Who’s blood? Not sure. The other student just laid there, not passed out or anything more shocked that he got his ass kicked by a human it seemed.

“Okay MC, that’s enough.” Belphie hums. You stop growling and calm down, spitting blood out of your mouth and fix your uniform when he lets you go.

“You’re the one who told me about it.” You huff.

“Yeah but I’d never hear the end of it if you got seriously hurt because I like watching you get angry.” Belphie shrugs then realized what he just said.

“You what?” You ask with a smirk. “I’ll have to keep that in mind.”

[dddomenstarstwst]

Making Mammon squirt for the first time

Maybe i got a bit carried away, but anything for my precious boy. Had this idea for a while, had to write it. Hope ya enjoy Mammon's first squirting orgasm >:)

Warnings: sub!Mammon with a pussy, dom!gn!reader, sex toys (vibrator), teasing, edging, squrting, oral (m receiving), praise kink, calling Mammon "good girl" and "princess"

The air got hot real quick, to the point it was hard to breathe. His thighs trembled when he felt the vibrations again. You turned the toy on minimal, occupying yourself with his pretty hole. It was leaking and twitching, the smell of Mammon's arousal building a knot in your stomach.

He moaned when your tongue liked at his clit, you wrapped your lips around it sucking lightly. Mammon's toes curled, head thrown back, little pants leaving his mouth.

"MC! Ah!" he cried, intertwining his fingers in your hair, tugging accidentally rather harshly. "'M sorry! Fuck, feels s'good!"

You smirked, lips still on his clit. Your left hand caressed his thigh, the other one holding a vibe at his pussy, moving it up and down.

"My princess feels good, hm? Does my pretty, good girl wants me to continue?" you ask, leaving his clit and moving a vibrator away from his sex, waiting patiently for Mammon's reply.

He whined at the loss of pleasure, looking at you through his lusting eyes. "Please!" he panted, grabbing your hand that held a vibe. "Please, feel so good! I'm your good girl, 'm so good f'r you! MC, please make me cum!" his eyes found yours, pleading for his release.

You smiled at him sweetly, petting his head, moving hair from his forehead. "Good girl, always so good for me, you make me so proud of you, princess!" you said excitedly, turning the vibrator on higher level and holding it at Mammon's clit. That made him jolt, his legs flexing. Sudden electric feeling went through his body, mouth open and sweet moans flowing from it. You're pretty sure everybody in the house could hear your sinful activity, yet you could care less. What mattered now was the demon beneath you, wiggling and trembling from the pleasure he felt.

"Shit! Oh fuck! I'm g'nna–" he screamed so loudly, you were convinced one of his brothers (if not all of them) would definitely complain tomorrow in the morning about all the noises he made. Let them be jealous of your princess, he's the only one getting such pleasure. All because of you.

Mammon's little whine snapped you out of your thoughts. You couldn't let him cum yet, you wanted to play a bit longer. Turning the vibe off, you put it away.

"W-wha?! Why'd ya stop!? Was s'close!" he pouted, tears forming at the corners of his angelic blue eyes. You kissed his forehead, whispering apologies.

"I know, precious, I'll make you feel good again, okay?" the demon wrapped his hands around your neck, pulling you in for a kiss, tongues dancing together, little moans here and there.

Breaking a kiss, you looked down where his legs shifted together, clearly trying to create some friction between them. Your dark chuckle made Mammon's pussy leak some juices, his legs soaking wet, a bit uncomfortable, but worth experiencing knowing what's to follow.

You laid on your stomach, your face exactly where his arousal was. You glanced at him through his thighs, occasionally placing kisses on them. Your thumbs parted his lips, his hole now open for you to explore.

"Please! Hurry up, I want you inside!" Mammon was impatient and you were used to it. As much as you liked to tease him all the time, right now your only wish was for him to come so hard he'll see the stars.

You licked your lips and digged right in, savoring every drop of his juices. Mammon's pussy made rather kinky noises, squelching every time you moved your tongue in and out. Demon's hand flew to your hair, grabbing it, pulling and tugging.

"Shit, so good– Close, ah!" his legs pressed together, trapping you in his sex. "Don't stop!" how could you stop, when he makes such pretty sounds? Sucking and licking harder, you noticed his hand tugging your hair harsher. A sign he's close to cumming.

"Let me cum! Please, MC, i beg ya!" that's right. Rule number two - no cumming without permission. Good boy. You hummed in approval, granting him a permission to finish.

His legs twitched and trembled, so close to his release. He was so greatful you let him. He shut his eyes, ready to feel the ecstasy, so fucking close, when–

"W-wait!? S-stop, MC! S-something's wrong!" you ignored his pleadings, continuing on working him to his orgasm. You felt his whole body jolting, his body heating up, hand balling in fists, grabbing sheets bellow. You were quick to move from his pussy, escaping his juices shooting from it. Fuck, the look on his face was worth it.

You worked him through his orgasm, caressing his legs, praising him. "My girl did so great! Came so good for me. I bet it was your first time squirting, hm?" you teased him a bit, collecting his cum with your fingers and sucking on them. He looked at you through red eyes, body still trembling from what seems was his best orgasm. "oh shit, baby, it was?" he nodded shyly.

"I told you you're always number one for me. Even in something like this." he averted your gaze, dark blush dusting his cheeks and ears.

"Then why don't we repeat the experience, hm, princess?"

"Huh!?"

[venusimi]

Inferiority complex

Tabitha struggles with inferiority complex the more she hears about you.

(PAST) Mammon x GN!MC, Mammon x OC

Emotional hurt/comfort

> TAGS: @bavaxfv

PART 1 // PART 3

Tabitha is a good girl, talented in her own way despite having no pacts with a demon. She does not want to, not anymore.

After hearing that your first pact with a demon was Mammon, her current lover, she was devastated but showed no signs of it. She did not want him to feel hurt all over again because of the reminder that he was your first man.

Everyday, she wakes up on Mammon's bed and sees you.

Your photo. It was hidden away but it was there, you could see it if you just try hard enough and it hurt.

In no way was he comparing you to her, but she couldn't help but think that she wouldn't have fallen for him if you hadn't gone and left.

His midnight kisses would be yours.

His gentle touches would be yours.

And it seems as though she had taken something that belonged to someone else and it didn't feel right.

She said nothing of the things she felt.

How could she? You were so much better.

Solomon had said that your magic was beyond even he could see.

Satan had said that your love was as big as it can be and you were always putting them above you. Selfless, he had said.

Asmodeus told her of your exquisite beauty. Unique. One of a kind, only you could rival his beauty. Absolutely no one else can because you were one in a trillion.

Beelzebub had also mentioned that your willingness to save everyone in exchange for your life. He thought of how considerate you were.

Belphegor, he was tough to crack open when it came to talking about you. So he said something small and simple.

"She faced death head on and did not lose against it. Brave and unafraid."

Tabitha knows of your history, from when you arrived up until your dying breathe. So she knows of the many times you had almost died and, well, died then came back. No one knows what happened but no one dare know.

Then Lucifer.

Oh dear...

He gave her death glares at the mention of your name, or whenever she does anything remotely similar to yours.

Then one day, he got drunk.

"Tabitha... Y'know... MC isn't just anyone. They... They loved all of us despite... Despite seeing the ugly truth..." He didn't say it but she heard it.

Are you capable of loving our darkest side too? He implied.

Tabitha was quiet.

She couldn't speak, she hasn't seen it. But you have!

You've seen everything during the small time you spent here, you were amazing and Tabitha couldn't compare...

She wasn't as strong, she couldn't stay as selfless as you for so long, she wasn't as beautiful either. She has seen your face, not in person but it's enough to know truth.

She wasn't as unafraid as you were though, you were brave. Braver than anyone she has ever seen or known.

She was afraid of death.

You weren't.

You faced it head on with a laugh, a genuine, and playful laugh.

Even lord Diavolo and Barbatos had said so.

They've expressed how amazing you were, it made Tabitha's heart hurt and feel like she has taken something that was never hers.

So she gets drunk.

She hears your voice sometimes, though she has never met you.

One shot.

Two...

Then three...

Then eventually she drank a whole bottle.

Then Mammon came, "Tabitha! 'Was worried ya disappeared! If ya got lost, Lucifer wouldn't let me hear the end of it..."

She slurred her words.

"Mam...mon... Will I... ever be like them?" Her head lays low.

Mammon's eye widened with shock, "What? Yer drunk, quit speakin' and start walkin', unless ya can't do that either."

Tabitha is quiet.

"Mammon... Tell me honestly. Am I enough?"

His breath got caught in his throat the moment he sees her tears trail down her face.

"I feel so inferior to them! They're amazing and-! And beautiful! They have a giant painting of them in lord Diavolo's castle for everyone to see!! So, am I enough?"

Mammon stays silent.

Then he speaks.

"Ya are. MC may have been more talented, more beautiful, and much more but ya are not them. Yer different from them. Okay? Yer more than enough... We miss them, not a day goes by without us missin' them but we don't dare hurt ya. Are we hurtin' ya?"

"...No, it's just me..."

He pulls the drunk girl into a hug, she sobs into his chest. She sobbed loudly.

"MC would've been proud of ya. Yer not a replacement, yer different from them. So don't ya dare feel inferior! 'Kay!?"

Her drunken sobs continues.

They stand still in each other's embrace.

Mourning you once more.

Is she allowed to miss someone she has never met?

She hopes it is...

Because she misses you too.

[writeyouin]

Lucifer (Hazbin Hotel) X GN-Reader - Sinless Sinners - Chapter 5

Chapter 5 - Stories and Dolls

A/N – Okay, so I just quit my job and I’m freefalling right now. Time to channel my anxiety into fanfiction. Also, this chapter is darker so I’m raising the rating to M.

Warnings – MENTIONS OF RAPE, S/A, ABUSE, KIDNAPPING, AND TORTURE.

Rating – M

FEMALE VERSION HERE

MALE VERSION HERE

TAG-LIST: @x-uno @froggybich @bubbleboy132

Lucifer had to admit, he was getting used to you. He enjoyed making breakfast a show in the morning, entertaining you with his parlour tricks and general showmanship. You were like a child, easily amused by flashing lights or some sleight of hand.

And of a night, he also found your company less than objectionable, whether you were reading a book in the library with Spick and Span curled up at your feet, in front of a roaring fire (you had conjured them medallions with their names on them, so as to tell them apart), or those nights when you came back from visiting the hotel and regaled him with the tales of its inhabitants. Lucifer was starting to like Angel Dust, even if he didn’t believe the porn star actually had a chance at redemption. Nifty also seemed entertaining, Husk could be a source of wisdom and comfort in equal measure, and Alastair… Well, he was there too, taking up too much of your attention.

Yet, despite his newfound almost-friendship with you, he couldn’t help thinking about what you had said on your first night in the manor.

‘You don’t even know why I’m down here, and you don’t want to know, right? ‘Cos all of us filthy Sinners must be the same.’

You were right. He didn’t know why you were there, and that was driving him crazy. He wanted to like you. Truly, he did. But how could he like you when he didn’t know your sin? People got sent to Hell for a reason! They wasted their free will. They sold drugs to kids, murdered people, trafficked victims, tricked and swindled others. For all Lucifer knew, you were there for drowning puppies.

The thought made him deeply uncomfortable.

Okay. He would ask you about it. No big deal. People probably talked about why they went to Hell a lot right? That was a normal conversation for Sinners, probably…

Lucifer wasn’t entirely wrong in thinking that. However, nearly all Sinners lied about what they went to Hell for, making it even more brutal or horrifying to try and earn some extra credit among their fellow Demons. Someone who had killed one person would claim to have been a serial killer. A low-life drug dealer would paint themselves as a mafioso with a drug empire, and arsonists… They didn’t have to lie much, as fires tended to spread quickly and they generally were as psychotic as they claimed to be.

It was all basic self-preservation in Hell. Be the toughest person there, so nobody could find new ways to hurt you. Kill or be killed (figuratively, since Demons couldn’t technically kill other Demons), sink or swim, do unto others before they did unto you.

Right. When Lucifer next saw you, he would ask.

“Hey Lucifer,” You said upon returning to the manor from the Hotel, “You doing okay?”

Lucifer froze. He hadn’t expected to see you so soon. Fuck.

“Hey bitch,” Lucifer greeted, feeling entirely awkward, yet trying to feign confidence.

“Uh… Back at ya,” You reciprocated confusedly.

“Sooooo,” Lucifer started, steepling his fingers together, and holding them to his mouth, his brow knitting together worriedly, “I have a question for you.”

“Oh.” You were surprised by Lucifer’s admission. While the two of you generally made conversation, he didn’t tend to ask too much. Besides, in the preface of announcing his question, it seemed that he was likely to ask you something personal.

You waved your hand casually, indicating that he was free to ask away.

“How- Uh how was everything at the Hotel? Is my little girl doing okay?”

As you smiled and fell into a description of how Charlie was doing and her general excitement about her meeting with Heaven, Lucifer cursed himself. He knew that what he wanted to ask was important, but it was just so personal. Well, at least he was happy to hear about his daughter. There were also some other colourful stories included in your conversation.

Finally, you wrapped up the conversation, effectively ending it when you casually said, “Anyway, I’m going to get ready for bed. I’m real tired, you know?”

Lucifer didn’t say much as you left, he was still pondering whether you might be a puppy killer or relative and accomplice to that Jeffrey Dahmer fellow, or something equally disturbing. If not… Why were you there?

Having gotten ready for bed, you sighed, letting the day’s events wash over you, lifting a weight off your shoulders. You were tired, but the day had been a good productive one. Moreover, it was nice to end the day by standing out on the balcony, overlooking the rest of Hell.

There was a time when you had died, during which you stood atop a building in the main streets watching all the fights, looting, and maiming, and you were horrified. Then, you met Charlie, and she had been so wonderfully pure, good, and non-judgemental that you had to agree with her. Hell could be a home to you, and all the other Sinners who lived there, and Sinners could always change for the better.

While you held onto the balcony railing, leaning over it, and staring at the red horizon, Lucifer approached your open door at the entrance of your room, knocking despite the open invitation to come in.

You turned and smiled at him, your smile putting him at ease.

“Come in,” You offered.

He did so, crossing the large room and taking quick mental notes of the changes you had made. They were minor, but they spoke of your personality. You had lit scented candles, brightening the room – the official scent name was Tapioca Tit-play.

Subconsciously, Lucifer worked his magic to remove the off-smell that he had placed there; it was redundant when your candles covered it, and he didn’t mind your company so much anymore.

He also observed several other items. There was a photograph of everyone at the Hotel, though you had drawn Alastor on the end in crayon since he didn’t love to be captured in photographs (he could bear it unlike being filmed, but he didn’t care much for it.)

Wrapped around your bedposts were nightlights to keep out the dark. On your bed, you had a teddy of one of Sir Pentious’ egg-bois, a gift from him. Husk had gifted you with a bottle of his best Whiskey, though it remained unopened on the nightstand. There was a cockroach/daisy hybrid necklace wrapped around a book. The candles were from Angel Dust. Beneath your pillow was a dagger, gifted by Vaggie, for your protection. Alastor had given you a collection of books from the store in Cannibal Town, including several that were rumoured to have been stolen from Heaven’s library, though nobody was certain where that rumour started or if it was even true, though there were no copies of the books anywhere else in Hell.

Although Lucifer had no way of knowing these items were all presents from your friends at the Hazbin Hotel, he could tell that you cared deeply for the odd assortment by their placement on the two bedside tables; they had been positioned with care, and were well looked after.

Then, his eye caught the rubber duck, slightly hidden behind the picture frame. He remembered making that one. As a hellhound imitation, it was meant to teleport to whoever needed it most inside the Manor, offering protection should they come under attack. Naturally, he and his family didn’t need such protection, but he had been experimenting with what powers he might imbue unto yet another duck.

He decided not to mention it as he joined you on the balcony, looking you over in your pyjamas.

You also spared him a glance, noting that he seemed more relaxed. Although he was still in his usual attire, he had removed his top-hat-crown and his overcoat, revealing the waistcoat and shirt beneath; the sleeves were rolled up, giving him a more casual appearance.

“Hell’s skies are beautiful, aren’t they,” You stated, returning your gaze to the horizon.

Lucifer looked up, but all he saw was Heaven, the home that didn’t want him.

“(Y/N),” He started, forcing himself to look down, so he wouldn’t have to stare at the painfully beautiful golden glow above.

“Hm?”

“How did you end up here?”

Your grip tightened on the railing drawing Lucifer’s gaze to the whites of your knuckles.

Your whole body became tense and you answered with a ragged breath, “I died.”

“Yes but-” Lucifer was about to lead into the question of your sins, but you spoke up again, seemingly misunderstanding the question as you continued, tears forming at the corners of your eyes.

“I was- I was murdered.”

Lucifer could have explained that the cause of your death wasn’t what he had been driving at, but now he was darkly fascinated. If you were the same kind-hearted, warm person in life, why would anyone wish to bring about your death?

He remained silent as you began recounting the manner in which you had been killed.

“I had a friend,” You started slowly, taking steady breaths between each part of the story that followed as if it would make it any easier. “I mean- I- I thought he was my friend. I loved him. He knew that. He counted on it.”

“I thought that he travelled for work. That’s what he told me. It’s why he was always coming and going. But no… He was just looking for more people like me. He found people. Made us fall for him. Then he- he took me out on a date. Blindfolded me. Said it was a surprise. I- I trusted him, but the blindfold just made it easier for him to- He knocked me out.”

You subconsciously touched the back of your head, remembering the blow that had come with no warning.

Lucifer turned to you, one hand holding onto the railing, the other planted firmly at his side.

“Did he-” He started to ask.

You shook your head. “It wasn’t rape. It was worse.”

You shivered, waiting until you were certain you weren’t going to vomit. Then you continued, your skin ashy.

“I woke up in a- It was like a cinderblock cell, but it had been sort of decorated to look like a fancy suite?”

You recalled the room. It was damp, and the floor was cheaply produced concrete, given away by the amount of air bubbles which had never been levelled and now pocked the surface, like a teenager with bad acne. The cinderblock walls were easy to see, though some talented artist had been paid to paint it with the likeness of the Ritz hotel or somewhere equally fancy. While that had made it look better, it was still clearly a cinderblock wall; then again, you can’t polish a turd, but you can roll it in glitter.

You had been handcuffed to a chair in the centre of the room. Your clothes had been taken, and you had been dressed in a skimpy shortened tuxedo, with a fitted vest instead of a jacket. You remembered screaming till your voice was raw. You screamed so much that you ended up spitting flecks of blood, but nobody came to save you.

“I- I was tied up,” You said simply, downplaying the memory to Lucifer, more for your own sake than his, though he could see the pain behind your eyes.  

Lucifer didn’t interrupt your story, but his anger was growing. Behind him his tail lashed furiously, his eyes became flaming red, and his fangs became sharper. You hadn’t noticed, you were lost in memory, and you had yet to look his way since beginning your story.

You sighed, thinking of the torture, humiliation, and suffering which followed, all at the hands of one man. It wasn’t your captor. It was who he had sold you to.

“It- I was- They were making snuff films. I don’t know how many people died there before or after me but- I was sold to an American. He- He liked to cut things. It was a while before- I don’t know if I bled out, or if my heart stopped, maybe both?”

For the first time, your skin changed colour, turning from your regular human shade to a pale seaweed-green. Against the colourful backdrop, Lucifer could see your now blinding white glowing scars. Upon your death they remained hidden, completely invisible, but now you were distressed… You seemingly did have something of a Demonic appearance after all.

You were a ragdoll.

There wasn’t a part of your body that hadn’t been cut, or originally sliced off, only to be repaired in death. In all likelihood, your real body was probably burned, buried, or dissolved in acid. In Hell, your scars were the stitches that held your body together. Lucifer now understood your human appearance since like a real ragdoll, you were good at playing dress-up. He bet that if you explored your abilities, you would have been able to look like anyone, a skin-changer, but you had adopted your appearance in life; it was likely an accident caused by the trauma of your memories.

“(Y/N),” Lucifer said through gritted teeth. He wanted to be comforting, but he was already thinking of all the ways he would punish your killer and any accomplice he may have had. There were worse things than Death in hell; he would torture those bastards for eternity, and then when he finally grew bored, he would end them with angelic weaponry, wiping their souls from existence, leaving no trace of such monsters.

You didn’t turn to face your King, who was now in his full Demonic form, his rage at its peak.

“Just go,” You murmured despondently, staring over the balcony, and down to the ground. A long drop and a short stop… It was a shame it wouldn’t kill you; at least the pain would end if you died.

“But-” Lucifer reached you to put a hand on your shoulder, his wings almost curling around you as if to envelop you.

“I- I would like to be alone. Please.”

Lucifer hesitantly withdrew his hand, “I’m sorry.”

That was all he said before walking away, leaving you alone.

You wished that you could have been left to wallow, but your phone soon buzzed and you opted to check it in case it was an emergency.

Retrieving it from the bed, you found a message from Charlie.

“EMERGENCY. ANGEL DUST. RELAPSE. GET OVER HERE. PLEASE!”

Damn it! If Charlie was texting you for this, it meant that Husk was either the cause or he wasn’t around to be the solution. Moreover, while Charlie would want to assist her friend, she was likely the last person Angel Dust wanted to see; sometimes, though she was well-intentioned, she just didn’t understand such issues or she could be a bit much.

Still stuck in your ragdoll body, you ran back to the balcony and vaulted over the edge. It wasn’t a smooth landing, and it hurt a lot. Anyone else would have broken their bones, but when you were like this, there wasn’t anything else that could be broken. Everything had already been torn off you. Ignoring the pain, you ran until you found a taxi. You took it to the Hotel.

[crimson-lilith]

———glowing gold

mammon x gn!mc

「and yet there you were, staring at a demon from the depths of the underearth—a living, breathing example of all things perfect.」

「now playing: everybody talks - neon trees」

that's him. the one everyone talks about. he sets all the trends and calls all the shots. some say he's the nicest guy you'll ever meet. some say he's the last guy you'll ever meet. all the best seats are reserved for him in the top restaurants; he wears only the finest clothes; and it's not music if he doesn't listen to it.

he gets all the girls; he gets all the guys, too.

mammon, the avatar of greed.

huh, a demon lord.

that sounds cool.

it really does.

"what d'ya think about my new shirt?" mammon asks as you're standing inside that newly-opened shop right at the heart of the devildom. it had been the talk of the town the past few days; even asmo had been gushing all about it nonstop since he raided it during its opening. you were also supposed to have went with him that day, if it weren't for solomon needing your urgent help.

much to mammon's delight, but he'll never tell you that.

he was wearing the same blue jeans he wore before you left the house, though this time his shirt and jacket have been swapped out for some kind of fancy-looking polo. it looks like something straight out of devil vogue, which probably makes sense considering he had been modeling for them for a while now.

you raise an eyebrow at him. "...it's nice."

" 'course it looks nice! it's the great mammon who's wearin' it, after all!" he puffs up his chest proudly and lets out a hearty chuckle. he then turns to the counter. "this should be good enough."

he was just about to take out his wallet—uncharacteristically filled to the brim with grimm he says were the product of his modeling gigs plus a particularly lucky night at the casino—when he looks over to where you had been standing. "oi, why don't ya have anything with ya?"

you look back at him. "am i supposed to?"

"stupid human, i brought ya here 'coz i got a few extra grimm i could splurge on," he averts his gaze. "totally not because i wanted to spoil ya or anythin', i just didn't know exactly where ta use these."

you stare at him. he was still trying to avoid eye contact, but that tinge of red creeping up to his cheeks seems to tell you something he's not willing to let out of his mouth. "well then..."

"just run and get somethin' for yaself!" he suddenly blurts out loudly. "i'm serious. this ain't charity."

"uh... thanks, i guess."

he gives you a nod before he walks toward the cashier. when he sits down, you head off to purchase something. you walk through the shop trying to find something that would catch your interest. as you were skimming through the racks and shelves of clothes that all seemed to have been ripped right off magazine pages, all with ridiculous prices that made you wonder if you could ever manage to afford them back in the human world— how much is one grimm worth in human world currency, anyway?— there behind the countless fabrics sat him. the one everyone talks about. mammon, the incarnation of greed itself.

untouchable to many, especially to those in the human world who spend their time carving pentagrams on to the wooden floors of their basements, lighting expensive candles and laying out whatever amount of money they managed to stash in their piggy banks and chanting some random incantation, praying to the devil for the mere presence of the avatar of greed himself. probably going to ask for a lifetime's worth of silver coins or lottery luck. as if mammon's going to grant them that without a valuable sacrifice.

a powerful, influential figure. the source of horror stories passed around the campfire.

right there, in the very flesh.

accompanying someone while shopping.

it's almost unreal to see such beauty being within reach.

almost.

and it seems like he can feel your gaze on him.

because when he looks at you, he smiles. and it's beautiful. his teeth glisten underneath the fluorescent lights; his eyes light up in joy; and his skin is glowing gold.

gold.

he suits that color so much. makes him look ethereal, like he never fell from grace. like he's still an angel, only adorned with jet black wings and twisted horns emerging right out of his scalp instead of a halo floating over his head.

he has no doubt been blessed. by God himself, as well as the seraphs and the cherubs. maybe even by his older brother lucifer, too.

you know you wouldn't want to go against such great odds if you were him.

and yet there you were, staring at a demon from the depths of the underearth—a living, breathing example of all things perfect.

——from sky: reblogs and feedback are highly appreciated!

[laurwantschaos]

Hii...Sooo...I saw your requests are open and I hope you don't mind if I put something! I'm craving some Shinobu fluff rn and I honestly don't care what form it's in. It can be the reader cuddling and kissing Shinobu after a long day or Shinobu just needing some alone time with the reader.

YES I CAN DO THIS!! Sorry for the aggressive happieness. I'm super excited to do something for Shinobu. I have been doing a lot of Tengen (I still adore him) and I have been dying to do one of the girls! It's a bit short, but I hope you enjoy it! <3

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[Shinobu Kocho with Gn! Reader] Give Me Kisses, Please.

The day had drug on and felt like forever. Shinobu had been swamped for the past week and her lover had been out on a month long mission. She craved some alone time with her partner and was determined to have it.

(Y/n) stood in their shared bedroom, carefully unbuttoning the top of their uniform and shrugging it off of their shoulders and onto the floor. The Butterfly Pillar couldn't help but peek into the room, watching her lover wrap themselves in a towel to get ready for a bath. "Shinobu, are you watching me?" Shinobu jumped at the playful tone in their voice and her face heated up. "Mm, maybe I was spying a little bit. How could I resist?"

"I know I haven't given you a proper greeting yet, but I'm filthy. The demon that I had to track down was in the swamps. Damn thing drug me through the mud." The butterfly girl stepped into the room, closing the door behind her. She walked over and wrapped her arms around them from behind, resting her chin against the crook of their neck. "I don't mind, my dear."

"Mmm, ya know. I haven't gotten my kisses yet, Shinobu." (Y/n) teased, feeling small arms rest on their waist. She weighed her odds for a moment considering a kiss, then turned her head away before saying, "Well, you said that you stink. I don't want any stinky kisses." (Y/n) deadpanned and sighed, leaning in and kissing Shinobu's cheek. "Okay pretty girl, let me go and take my shower and I'll give you all of the kisses that you want."

Her cheeks heated up to a soft pink color and she hid her face in their shoulder. "Fine, just be quick. I do want some time alone with you." Shinobu wasn't one to outwardly show affection or verbally express her deep want for it, but her partner made it hard to not express love in every way. Even the ways that she didn't think that she could express love.

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(Y/n) stepped out of the bathroom and into the bedroom after their shower, looking for Shinobu. The room was dimly lit by candle lights on the nightstands on each side of the bed and small flower petals trailed to the bed. "Is this your attempt at seducing me Kocho?" The demon slayer found themself at the end of the bed, finding a small note with their lover's handwriting. "Oh my."

The note read

'My love, I missed you so much more than I can say while you were gone. You are the light of my life and I was wondering if you could simply stay home with me? I will give you everything if you decide to and you won't have to work again.' -Shinobu <3

They grinned and snickered at the note, sitting it on the bedside table away from the candles. "(Y/n), what do you say? Stay home with me?" Shinobu was in the doorway, peeking into the dim room with a nervous smile. "Come here, sweet love." (Y/n) sat on the edge of the bed and opened their arms, watching Shinobu settle herself against their lap.

(Y/n) began peppering soft kisses against her skin, then her lips. Between kisses, they whispered, "I will if you promise to marry me some day." Shinobu wrapped her arms around her lover and held on tightly, placing sloppy kisses against their lips. Shinobu whispered, "I promise. Now, give me more kisses, please."

The night stretched on with cuddles, kisses, and whispered 'I love you's.' Shinobu indeed did get to have her lover all to herself that night.