𝙼𝙰𝙻𝙰𝚈𝙰𝙽𝙶 𝙼𝙰𝚈𝙰

The party at the demon lords castle ran much, much longer than intended. You just wanna get to the HoL, flop into bed, and go right to sleep.

But of course, the brothers are still up and having fun even after the party ends… much to your dismay. You watch as they talk and giggle, the rest of the guests having gone home long ago…

Somehow nobody noticed, or so you thought…

A pair of eyes tucked away in the corner as usual are locked onto you, sensing your discomfort. He leaves for just a moment, and nobody notices or asks him what he’s doing.

Soon enough he’s behind you, a comforting presence despite the usual discomfort demons tend to give off.

“Barbatos…?” You mumble, your voice sleepy and quiet. You turn to see him behind you, his normal neutral butler expression shifting to something strangely comforting.

“Allow me to take you to a room hmm? Humans need ample sleep to be healthy…” you nod, a tired simile on your face.

It’s not the first time something like this has happened, after all demons don’t need as much sleep as humans. Besides, there’s always ample space to accommodate you in the castle… and quite comfortably too. But this time… the room looks far different from the normal royally decorated guest rooms.

There’s doors covering every wall, a strange staircase too. You take a moment to look around, gawk at the strange place that seems like it shouldn’t really exist.

“It’s my room, hope you don’t mind. After all it is the best option for me to keep an eye on you” Barbatos speaks up behind you, and you simply nod in response. It’s almost certain him leading you to his room means something… something you don’t care to figure out right now.

You simply nod, completely exhausted and not bothered enough to care. He provides pajamas, you notice they aren’t anything like the usual ones stocked for guests… too teal to match the general aesthetic of the castle. You don’t say anything, it’s not really needed anyway.

Eventually he helps you settle into bed, a bed you didn’t even notice was in the room. You fall asleep quickly, the bed comforting and soft, and the room a nice temperature and a lingering scent that seems so calming.

Masterlist

Imagine being interviewed for a gossip show in the Devildom. Obviously, they'll want to know about your relationship with the brothers, right?

So when the interviewers asks you in which situations you use the pacts you have with the seven lords, the answer was simple.

"Usually, it's just to stop their fights before they break something valuable. Or before Leviathan decides to summon Lotan. Also, whenever I have to do a spell that Solomon asks" You answer simply.

Still, the interviewer doesn't seem satisfied. "You hold the reign over seven of the most powerful demons in the underworld. Wouldn't it be satisfying to order them around? For example, getting errands done or making them serve you?"

That brought a laugh out of you. "That's so silly! If I want them to get me something, I just ask! There is no need to invoke a pact!"

A collective gasp escaped everyone in the room, including the interviewer. For the demons to do something just because you asked? Without anything in return?

One time, you were talking with Diavolo, standing close as he laughed loudly at something you said. He laughed so hard that his stomach hurt, and without thinking, he gave you a friendly pat on the back.

It sent you straight to the ground. You hit the floor before you even realized what happened. Diavolo froze, then panicked, immediately apologizing over and over, fussing over you with so much guilt that he completely forgot for a moment that his strength was never normal to begin with.

Another time, Belphie was asleep with his head on your lap. You were relaxed, gently playing with his hair, until he shifted in his sleep and his demon tail suddenly slapped your face.

Mammon, who was right beside you, immediately shouted at Belphie for hurting you. Later, when you checked, there was a bruise forming on your cheek. You didn’t even expect it to bruise.

You and Levi were late for a convention, and he grabbed your arm and started running, panic pushing him forward as he dragged you along. It was only later that you noticed the marks on your arm, dark and sore from how tightly he held you. None of them ever meant to hurt you, but moments like these reminded you again and again that you are human, and they are demons.

The game talks about how the brothers often end up sneaking in MC's room to hang out sooo whats it like when they sneak in at night? UMM THESE ARE A LIL' LONGER THAN PART 1 FORGIVE ME...

Pairings: Satan, Asmo x gn!mc

Content: Some spicy suggestion/implied intimacy, kissing, cuddling, etc.

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3

Satan

CRASH The sound of shattered glass fills the air, shouting and then heavy footsteps pounding closer and closer, followed by a knock at your door. When you open it, you’re not surprised to see sharp green eyes slicing into you, but the moment they meet yours, they soften. “Can I come in? I need to get away from these idiots.” He spits out the word idiots like it’s some kind of curse. The sound of Mammon and Levi’s shouting echoes into your room, followed by more crashing. “LEVI, DO NOT SUMMON LOTAN IN THIS HOUSE,” Lucifer’s voice cuts through the chaos downstairs. It’s not long before you hear rushing water and more yelling. You purse your lips and decide against getting involved in… whatever is happening downstairs. You notice the way Satan’s shoulders bunch, his knuckles going white around the book he’s holding. His breath is heavy with barely suppressed wrath, and when he looks at you, his eyes are almost desperate, like he needs you. So you let him in. Because of course you do. He sighs sharply the moment the door shuts behind him. “I swear, every time I try to enjoy a new book, they find a new way to ruin it.” He clutches the book a little tighter, but when he turns back to you, some of that irritation fades. “Can I… finish my book here?” His voice is lower now, calmer, and he’s avoiding your gaze as he asks. “You can read here whenever you want, Satan.” You can’t help but smile as you slip back into the comfort of your bed, pillows propped up as you crack open your own book, legs pulled comfortably to your chest. You hear his amused chuckle as he climbs onto the bed beside you, smiling down at you fondly. When he settles next to you, shoulders brushing, it's like he was never angry at all. "What are you reading?" He asks softly. When you look at him, he's watching you with so much affection it almost takes your breath away. You hand him the book without saying a word, pink dusting your cheeks. He gives you his own book in exchange, glancing over yours with curiosity. His is about cats, of course. He opens your book, fingertips tracing down the page as he starts reading, the corners of his lips lifting in a small smile. You rest your head on his shoulder, flipping open his book in return. You stay like that until you’ve both finished each other’s books, wrapped in the comforting silence of simply being together. At some point, he shifts closer, draping an arm around your waist, his thumb drawing slow, soothing circles on your hip. When he finally closes the book, he leans down to press a soft kiss to your forehead. One of the things you love about Satan is that you never have to fill the silence. He never has to ask to stay the night, and you don’t need to tell him you’re tired. He places the books on your nightstand, shrugging off his jacket and sweater until he’s down to just boxers. Then he stretches out beside you, dimming the warm lights with a flick of his wrist. His fingers thread into your hair, guiding your head onto his shoulder. Your hand rests on his chest, drawing lazy patterns against his skin, the kind of touch he’d never let anyone else give. You both murmur contentedly as you snuggle into each other. “I’ll have to thank Levi later for flooding the house,” he says, pressing another kiss to your forehead. “I finally got some alone time with you. It’s almost poetic,” he murmurs, lips still brushing your skin.

You tilt your head up, smiling softly. "I might just flood the house next time, if it means more of this." He laughs, taking your hand and pressing your palm to his cheek. “I’ve wanted a quiet night with you for longer than I care to admit.” His voice is softer now. The room is quiet enough that you can hear his breathing slow, deepen. “And now that I have you like this,” he murmurs, “I don’t plan on giving my brothers a single second of you until morning.” His eyes flick down to your lips, just long enough that your breath catches before he leans in. His lips brush yours once, a question, soft enough to make your chest tighten. When you lean into him, that’s when he kisses you fully. Slow at first, like he’s savoring you. His fingers slide into your hair, pulling you closer, tilting your head as he deepens the kiss. A quiet sound slips from him, half sigh, half growl, the kind he only ever makes for you. The mattress dips as he shifts, rolling above you, one hand buried in your hair while the other braces beside your head. Your fingers slide into his hair in return, tugging lightly. Earning a low, appreciative growl and a gentle nip at your lower lip that sends your heart stumbling. His mouth trails down your skin, lingering at the curve of your neck. The soft bite he leaves there promises a mark you’ll see in the morning. His hand slips from your hair and trail down your side, warm and steady, settling on your hip. He squeezes until a small, soft whine escapes you before you can catch it. He smiles against your neck. “Good,” he whispers, voice low and rough in your ear. “That's the sound I like to hear.” His lips capture yours again, more demanding this time. You spend the night tangled together, breaths melting into one until the steady sound of his exhausted breathing finally lulls you to sleep. By morning, you wake to find him still wrapped around you, his lips resting against your neck, face tucked into the warm curve at your shoulder. He kept you all to himself that morning. WC: 988 (can you tell he's one of my favs?)

Asmodeus

You had a long day. So long, in fact, that even Mammon steered clear of you as you stomped up the winding stairs to your room, grumbling with each step. You longed for nothing more than the peace and quiet of your room after all the bullshit of your day. When you opened the door, the sight that greeted you was not your lovely vacant room, but instead Asmo sitting on a cushion with a variety of nail polishes, beauty masks, and snacks. Warm candles bloomed in the room, flames flickering, as red roses splayed across your floor. "Asmo, I'm not—" "Wait! Don’t yell at me yet! I heard you had a terrible day and I couldn’t just sit there doing nothing, so… ta-da! Spa night. Featuring me, obviously." He pats the cushion beside him, already holding out a bottle of nail polish. "Just let me pamper you, okay? ♡" You open your mouth to argue but sigh instead, dropping your stuff to the floor before making your way over, plopping in defeat on the cushion, hand held out for him to take. Asmo laces your fingers with his as he pulls your hand into his lap. “There we go,” he hums. “See? You look so much better when you’re not frowning. It was practically giving me wrinkles.” You laugh despite your sour mood. “Asmo!” He taps the bottle against his knee, watching the polish swirl before he unscrews the bottle, carefully brushing your favorite color onto your nails with an attention he rarely uses on anything that isn't himself. "You deserve to be taken care of," he says after a moment, smiling as he paints your nails. And you can feel some of the tension that had been building up fade away as he dotes on you. "Thank you," you murmur, a soft smile tugging at your lips. He tilts his head, eyes sparkling. "Oooh, look at how stunning! ♪" He motions to your drying nails, beaming with pride at his lovely work. "Now, time for some skincare!" He grabs a small bowl filled with green clay. He dabs some on his fingers before spreading it gently across your face. He hums contentedly as he works, chatting about your favorite shows and snacks, making jokes, and occasionally giving a flirty compliment. Soon, the room is filled with soft laughter, flickering candlelight, and the cozy scent of roses. "Oh, we have to take photos! Please, please, I want to remember this!" He pouts, his own green clay sliding down his face, and you can't help but laugh, feeling warmth bloom in your chest. "Of course we can take photos, Asmo." You smile, and he squeals excitedly. He turns your room into a full on photoshoot, taking selfie after selfie until the two of you are laughing on the floor, tangled together.

After you both catch your breath from laughing, Asmo pulls you up with a dramatic twirl. "Come on! We have to rinse these off before they dry completely. My pores are screaming!" He drags you to his bathroom, still giggling, and you stand side by side at the mirror, washing away the green clay while he tells you about the latest Devilgram drama. By the time you're back in your room, no longer green faced, you're lounging with a small tray of snacks between you, your favorite show playing on the TV. Asmo snuggles close, arms wrapped around yours. "Mmm, this is nice, isn't it?" He nuzzles closer. "See? I told you I'd make everything better. Nobody takes care of people quite like Asmo does ♪" He pauses, then adds more softly, "…Especially not people I actually care about." You hum in agreement, letting your head rest against his shoulder. "You're staying, right?" you ask, voice already heavy with sleep. Asmo gasps dramatically. "Oh, so NOW you want me to stay? And here I thought you were going to kick me out!" But he's already adjusting the pillows, making himself comfortable. "Of course I'm staying. What kind of demon would I be if I left you all alone after pampering you?" You hum contentedly in response, already half-asleep. He dims the candles with a wave of his hand, settling in beside you. "Besides, I look far too cute right now to waste it on just walking back to my room alone. You get exclusive Asmo cuddles tonight!" He pulls you closer, intertwining his legs with yours as you both nestle into the soft blanket. One hand finds yours, fingers lacing together, while his other arm wraps around your waist. You rest your hands against his chest, breathing in the scent of his perfume mixed with roses. The last thing you remember is his fingers gently playing with your hair, and the sound of his contented humming. WC: 779

OMG I DID IT AGGGH. Despite being one of my faves, Satan was by far the hardest to write for AHHH (╯°□°)╯︵ ┻━┻ (I spent 2 days editing his story...)

Anyways! Beel and Belphie's parts will hopefully be out Sunday night! And then we shall see where I go from there! Defiantly doing some holiday head cannons soon...

(Let me know if you enjoyed the stories... pretty plz) Ok byeee!

The game talks about how the brothers often end up sneaking in MC's room to hang out sooo whats it like when they sneak in at night?

Originally going to be short head cannons but I got carried away and they're more like one shots now... so this will be split up into parts to save everyone from reading the longest post ever.

Content: SFW but there's some spicy suggestion, kissing, cuddling, etc.

First part pairings: Lucifer, Mammon, Levi x gn!MC

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3

Lucifer

You thought Devildom would freeze over before you’d ever walk into your room and see Lucifer, of all demons, asleep in your bed. It wasn’t unusual for him to request, ok well, demand, that you spend the night in his room, but in yours? This was new. Yet there he was, sound asleep in your bed, arms wrapped around one of your pillows, face buried in it, breathing slow and even. You'd just teleported back, air still humming with magic. After a week in the human world, you were so exhausted you decided to slip in quietly and just greet the brothers in the morning. Too tired for the excitement. A soft laugh slipped from your lips as you set your bag down, shaking your head, shoes already kicked off as you crawled into bed. He slept on the very edge of the bed, as if he’d deliberately left room for you. You eased one knee onto the mattress, moving carefully, trying not to disturb him. The mattress creaked as you shifted your weight, and that was when the pillow slipped from his arms. Before you could even process what was happening his fingers closed around your wrists, strong and firm, pulling you down until you were flush against him. Then, in one fluid movement, he flipped you onto your back. Your breath caught, a tiny yelp leaving your lips as he pinned your wrists above your head. "Did you think you could sneak into my house without saying hello?" He whispered, breath warm against your ear, and you could practically feel the smirk on his face. "You faker!" you accused, squirming under his grip, but you couldn't hide the delighted giggles. "I waited a week for you. You could at least greet me properly." He retorted, but his grip loosened on your wrists and he rolled onto his back, smug as ever. You roll back onto him, palms pressed to his chest, pouting up at him. "Hello, and goodnight," you tease softly, but your eyes fluttered closed when his hands thread through your hair, twirling the strands with that slow fond affection he only holds for you. "Perhaps we could share this bed tonight," his tone making it clear he didn't expected you to say no. And you definitely don’t. The moment you settle beside him, his hand finds your waist, holding you like he’s been waiting the entire week just for this. His lips brush your forehead once, twice before they trail slowly over your skin like he’s relearning you inch by inch after too long apart. You don’t remember falling asleep, only the warmth of his lips against yours.

Mammon

You know its him the instant you hear your doorknob turn, but the loud crash that follows only confirms it. Something, probably his foot, hits your desk, and Mammon hisses through his teeth. "OW— seriously?! Why’s it so dark in here, MC?! Ya tryin’ to kill me?" he grumbles as he stumbles blindly towards your bed. He finally makes it to your bed and drops to his knees, hands gripping the blanket as he peers up at you. His eyes are wide, hopeful, and full of longing as he tries to hide the blush creeping up his cheeks. "What is it Mammon?" You whisper softly, still rubbing sleep from your eyes. He looks away, then back at you, then away again. "Well.. The Great Mammon was just thinkin..." He starts and stops as if expecting you to read his mind, save him from the embarrassment. "...that maybe, y’know… if someone was lonely… I could… uh— fix that. By bein’ here. In your room. With you." You can’t help but roll your eyes, but you shift over anyway, lifting the covers. “You can just admit you want to spend the night—" He's crawling into bed before you can even finish, sliding under your blankets in a clumsy rush. Despite having given him plenty of space, he presses himself right against you. His chest fits perfectly against your back, arms wrapping tightly around your waist as he buries his face in your hair. You can feel his eyelashes flutter against your neck as he exhales, warm and shaky. That's when you realize he's shirtless, skin hot against yours. "I love you, treasure..." he murmurs into your hair, nuzzling closer. And you cant help the blush that now dusts your face, one of those moments where the truth slips out, all soft and unguarded, only for you to hear. You stay tangled together all night. Once or twice, you swear you're woken up by the press of his lips to your neck, so soft you wonder if maybe you were dreaming.

Leviathan

There's a soft buzz from your phone. 'MC! MC! Emergency! You have to play this new game with me right now! It’s… uh… really good… or… dangerous… or… whatever! lolol' You smile at the text, though you can feel your palms begin to sweat a bit at the 'dangerous', praying he didn't purchase some cursed game... again. Not long after there's a soft knock at your door. "Come in!" Levi pokes his head inside, oversized headphones hanging around his neck. "You should really come up with a password MC..." He shakes his head, sighing dramatically. "What if someone just walked in here! Uninvited!" "...They do that anyway" He gasps loudly, throwing a hand to his forehead. "Exactly! Which is why you NEED a password! A magical barrier! A high-level anti-normie defense spell!" He pauses, then lowers his voice. "…But if I knock, you better let me in, okay?" "Of course, Levi" You can't help the laugh that falls from your lips. ✦ The glow of your TV flashes in the room, bright whites and colorful hues popping onto screen. You’re propped against a pile of pillows while Levi lies sprawled across the floor, surrounded by his nest of blankets. "FLAMING LEVIATHAN PUUUNCH!" You giggle, hugging a fluffy pillow to your chest. "You missed" "I was just warming up!" he argues, voice growing whiny as the sound of rapid button mashing fills the room. “TIME FOR MY FINAL MOVE!” He misses again. "Don't you dare say anything." He mumbles, cheeks bright red as your giggle fits descend into full bits of laughter. Hours slipped by in bursts of shouting, laughter, and Levi’s occasional “Did you see that? MC, did you SEE THAT?!” as he landed accidental crits. Eventually, your eyes grow heavy, your head falling forward as you fight sleep. "lololol you’re totally about to face plant into your own lap," He teases, but his voice is softer now. "Nah—(yawn) m'ok" Your head hits the pillow, eyes struggling to stay open as you bury yourself under the blankets. "S'late.. jus' stay here tonight..." you mumble, half asleep. There's a sharp, flustered gasp. “M–Me? Stay? L-Like… in your room? In your… bed?” "Yes Levi," you pat the empty spot in your bed, cracking your eyes open. He's covering his face with his hands, beet red, and for a moment you genuinely think he might bolt. “O-Okay, okay, okay, I’m...staying, I’m staying—” You smile and lift the covers, arms open. He hesitates one more time, jerking backwards like he wants to run away before launching himself into bed with you, eyes squeeze shut. When he doesn't burst into flames from the contact, he relaxes slowly, tucking his face into your shoulder. You wrap your arms around him, fingers running soothingly through his hair. “You’re… really warm,” he mumbled. “Way warmer than my Ruri-chan body pillow.” He nuzzles closer, voice dropping to a soft whisper meant only for you. “…I like staying here. With you. Like... a lot.” "Then.. I guess we'll have to have sleepovers more often," you murmur softly, and you can feel the delighted noise he makes, smiling against your skin. You fall asleep together, sleeping and snuggling until late afternoon like the two exhausted gamers you are.

The End (for now...)

I poured my heart and soul into Mammon's section ;-; I also spent way too long on Lucifer's section, I hope the Luci lovers appreciate (and somehow Levi's section is the longest???)

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mammon who does all this silently because he knows damn well tomorrow his brothers are gonna call him scum and worthless. but still, he does it to see them happy.

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They Know Pt.2 | Omega Yan!Ruggie, Leona, Idia & Malleus x Willing Alpha M!Yuu

A/N: Check out the first part here. Just like Part 1, Ruggie has a bit more content

CW: Yandere, Extremely Suggestive, Possessive Themes, Mentions of violence

‎Yuu walked into Ruggie's unlocked room, feeling a bit lightheaded from the thick atmosphere. The air was a heavy mix of Ruggie's sweet omega scent and the distinct musk of Yuu's own stolen items cluttering the space.

‎Inside, the bed was a chaotic pile of Yuu's stolen clothes and blankets. In the middle sat Ruggie, his ears pinned back and his eyes wide with a frantic obsession as the door clicked shut.

‎"You came." Ruggie whispered, clutching a stolen hoodie. "The Heartslabyul omegas... you were lying about them, right? I'll tear them apart if they come near you. I'll make sure you only look at me."

‎Instead of feeling scared by his obsessive behavior, Yuu's smirk only grew. He stepped into the nest and knelt before the trembling hyena, tilting his chin up.

‎"If you want to keep me to yourself, then we need to make sure everyone knows who you belong to." Yuu whispered, lowering his voice to a growl. "A permanent mark, so the whole school knows you're off-limits."

‎An excited, broken laugh escaped Ruggie. He lunged forward and wrapped his arms around Yuu's neck. "Do it." He begged frantically. "Bite me. Claim me. Make it so I can never wash you off."

‎Yuu pulled Ruggie tight against his chest and guided his head back to expose the pulsing scent gland at his neck. "You're never getting away from me after this." Yuu whispered.

‎"I don't want to." Ruggie whimpered.

‎Yuu bit down hard.

‎Ruggie let out a choked cry, his nails digging into Yuu's back as the alpha's teeth pierced the flesh, flooding his system with an intense, possessive energy. The panic in Ruggie's mind vanished, replaced by the heavy truth that he was now firmly claimed.

‎When Yuu finally pulled back, an undeniable mark rested proudly on Ruggie's neck. Leaning against Yuu's chest, Ruggie traced the wound with a dazed, thoroughly satisfied smile.

‎"Mine." Ruggie whispered. "You're finally mine."

‎Yuu ran a hand through his hair and kissed him deeply. "Good boy. Now, let's make sure this whole room smells like us."

‎The Spelldrive field was quiet, but the strong scent of Leona's pheromones led Yuu straight to the omega's room.

‎When Yuu entered, the powerful aroma made his head spin. It was a wild, possessive omega scent mixed with the smell of his stolen uniform shirts and gym clothes. Leona lay sprawled across the luxurious nest like a dangerous king, his green eyes shining with a manic obsession.

‎"You took your sweet time, herbivore." Leona said, inhaling the scent of Yuu's shirt. "You think you can keep me waiting after leaving your things out as bait?"

‎Yuu locked the door and let his alpha pheromones fill the room. "I go where I please, Leona." He smirked. "But did you really have to steal my entire gym kit?"

‎"You love watching us go crazy behind that pathetic mask." Leona growled, his tail thrashing. He lunged with predatory speed, dragging Yuu down and pinning him beneath his heavy body. His pupils were fully dilated. "If you think I'm sharing you, I'll tear this school apart. I'll lock you in this room so you look at nobody but me."

‎Leona's raw possessiveness only made Yuu laugh. He grabbed Leona's hair, pulling him down until their lips nearly touched.

‎"Then stop talking." Yuu whispered. "Let me mark you. Let the whole world know who you belong to."

‎An ecstatic growl burst from Leona's throat. He eagerly tilted his head back, showing the pulsing scent gland at his neck. "Stop playing games and bite me. Burn your scent so deep into my skin that no one else dares to come near."

‎Yuu didn't hesitate, immediately sinking his fangs deep into Leona's neck.

‎Leona let out a choked growl, his claws digging into Yuu's back as only thoughts of the alpha filled his mind. The territorial frenzy in his mind locked into a permanent reality. He was now undeniably claimed.

‎When Yuu pulled back, leaving a bite mark, Leona collapsed against his chest, panting with a dazed, satisfied smile.

‎Leona growled softly as he pressed himself firmly against Yuu's shoulder to smear their scents together. "Go ahead and try pulling the strings now. You're mine."

‎With the exception of the blue light coming from the lounge monitors, the Ignihyde Dorm was completely dark.

‎When Yuu entered Idia's room, the air was suffocatingly hot, thick with the manic, sweet smell of Idia's omega pheromones. In the center of the room, Idia sat frozen in a chaotic nest of Yuu's stolen clothes and tangled wires. His hair flared a frantic, brilliant pink.

‎"I-I've been watching you for weeks, Yuu-shi... I saw exactly what you are." Idia breathed out, his eyes wide with terrifying intensity. "You've been pulling the strings this whole time, making us all lose our minds. You know I can't look away now, don't you? If you ever try to pull yourself away from me, I'll burn every bridge you have. You aren't going anywhere."

‎Yuu only smirked, stepping into the nest. He grabbed Idia's jaw, forcing him to look up. "Are you threatening me, Idia? Or are you just begging to be claimed?"

‎Idia's eyes widened in pure ecstasy. He threw his arms desperately around Yuu's waist. "Make it permanent. I don't care how much it hurts, just leave your mark so everyone knows you own me."

‎Yuu pulled him close, tilting Idia's head to expose the pulsing scent gland at his neck. "There's no running back to your screens after this." Yuu whispered and bit down hard.

‎Idia let out a choked cry, his nails digging into Yuu's back as the alpha flooded his every being, locking him into a permanent submission.

‎When Yuu pulled back, Idia instantly threw his weight forward, burying his neck directly into Yuu's collarbone to aggressively drown the alpha in his pheromones.

‎"There's no point in hiding your true nature anymore." Idia whispered with a dazed, terrifyingly satisfied smile. "I'm never letting you go."

‎The Diasomnia Dorm was suffocatingly silent and the air was thick with the scent of Malleus' pheromones.

‎When Yuu entered, he found Malleus waiting in a grand nest full of Yuu's stolen belongings.

‎"You've arrived, child of man." Malleus murmured, a low growl vibrating in his chest as he held a stolen tie. "I noticed your performance in the garden. You love playing the lamb while pulling our strings. But your game ends with me. If anyone else tries to look at you, I'll tear this school apart. You're mine."

‎Yuu only smirked, stepping into the nest and gripping Malleus' sharp jawline. "Is that an invitation or a threat?"

‎Malleus' pupils widened in pure excitement. He threw his powerful arms around Yuu, pulling him down. "Mark me. Burn your scent so deep into my flesh that no one else dares to approach me again."

‎Yuu guided the dragon fae's head back, exposing the pulsing scent gland on his neck before he bit down hard.

‎Malleus let out a choked gasp, his nails digging into Yuu's back as the raw, primal shock of an alpha's claim surged through his being, forcing a heavy, breathless groan from his throat.

‎When Yuu finally pulled back, Malleus touched the burning wound, his chest heaving. A breathless, genuinely stunned laugh escaped his lips. He looked up at Yuu, his eyes glowing with a terrifying, lovesick devotion.

M!mc: *internally* There’s no way he’d go out with a loser like me… let alone give me the time of day. And even worse… he probably isn’t even into men.

Leona: *has been doodling your names together in his notebook all period*

Gn!reader x julian(or hugo🙈😶‍🌫️)

Synopsis:You and hugo were childhood friends and he's had a hidden crush on you,you ended up meeting his dear teammate julian.who will you choose🤔?

Pt1

"heavenly."

- ftm!sub!bot!itoshi rin x dom!top!male reader

warnings : OOC, aged up characters, explicit content, ftm character, ftm!rin, sub!rin, bottom!rin, male!reader, dom!reader, top!rin, p in v sex, use of words 'pussy', 'clit' and 'folds', and so on.

"hick—ahh.. ngh! hic—i'm tired.." rin babbled as he held onto the sheets for dear life.

"we can't baby.. you said we'll keep on and on until you can no longer speak coherently.."

you pulled your shaft out, only to slam it in.

a squeal left the man beneath you as his pussy released more cum that coated your shaft.

you pulled back again, and somehow, that made all your efforts go to waste.

your seed began to seep out of his folds, dripping onto the bedsheet.

rin shuddered, the fullness in his womb suddenly began to emptied.

you tsked and pushes in again.

"..sorry, baby.. we won't be done anytime soon.."

all the man could do was hold on when you began to move again.

"ahh— ah! s—stop—ehh! ahh! hic—"

rin was losing his mind, saliva drooling down his chin as tears began to run down his cheeks again.

his hair soaked with sweat and sticking on his forehead.

your manhood filled his pussy in such wonderful ways, so full he can't breathe.

"guh—good! so good! angh!"

your thrusts faltered, before you knew it, your first orgasm of the night washed over you.

you threw your head back as cum spurted out, shooting deep in your boyfriend's pussy.

rin, as if burned by the seething hot cum in him, had his back arched, clear liquid shooting out of his pussy.

his tongue lolling out and eyes rolled back.