I've been waiting for your requests to open in order to send this request, because nobody writes Zaynie like you do and it seems like i got lucky!
I've been thinking about Zayne x Chubby!reader alot because like, let's be honestβ that man is definitely a cat who loves to cuddle and nuzzle (and bite >:3) so just thinking he's absolutely crazy over Reader because of her soft and plushiness makes me clutch my stomach (not in the sense of pain;if thats possible).
He'd probably nuzzle or rest his head on Reader's plushy tummy and breasts, nibble and softly bite her tummy and thighs. He'd cup her chubby cheeks in both of his large hands and praise her, kiss them whenever he has the chance to because they're so soft and he cant help but kiss them every time. He may not be overly into PDA but he'd definitely have his hand(s) on her one way or another (like the protective man he is). In private, he *definitely* cant keep his hands off of herβ he always has to be feeling his Darling's softness one way or another! Whether it be her sitting on his lap or his head nestled in her arms as he does whatever.
As you can see, I've thought alot about this. But i dont see any fics like thisβ and i dont have good writing skills, so of course I will put this as a request to my favorite author that'll do my idea justice :) (forgive me for yapping so muchπ)
οΉβ‘οΉomgomgomgomgβ as a plus sized girly, i had a field day writing thiiiis, i tell you! and actually, i think you write pretty good and put lots of amazing ideas! never stop yapping! β‘ i'll try to add more and go nuts with this amazing request, hehe Ο(ΰΉ`κ³Β΄ΰΉ)Ο btw, mdni pretty please! there's nothing explicit, but still, please don't. thanks! the rest of you, go ahead~ β‘
his big hands cup your cheeks whenever he leans down to kiss you.
he nuzzles your cheeks together until you giggle and scratch his chin, as if he were a big cat.
he also caresses them, always reverently, his breath shaky as he looks into your eyes, because how can you be so pretty?
it starts getting a bit bolder over time.
if you accidentally get some melted chocolate or sweet syrup on your cheeks, he'll lick them clean slowly, not before biting down on your soft, supple skin.
he just needs to squeeze them, to trail them with wet, loud kisses, to leave the markings of his fingerprints as he holds you so you don't move away.
which you never do.
when you two are in your favorite cafeteria and surrounded by other customers, he leans in and pinches them lightly.
he excuses himself, saying you had some crumbs, but there's a playful glint in his eyes, only for you to see.
at home, though, he'll squish them, press them, hold them until your lips are pouty and ready for him to kiss.
and trust me, they'll be sore and swollen by the time he's done with you.~
he fondles them, slips his hands under your clothes to squeeze them, rubs his cheeks against them until his eyes are dreamy and your scent takes over his mind.
he will kiss them and leave love bites, and even when he claims he isn't trying to mark his territory, you can always prove otherwise.
because you can tell by the way his beautiful eyes light up when you lift up your shirt that he knows all of that is his.
he'll praise you, but his voice is always muffled by your flesh, a bit whiny but never losing that deep, almost professional tone he has.
and it drives you wild, because he digs in, suffocating between your breasts, squishing them and making biscuits like an affectionate kitty.
in public settings, he's definitely discreet.
but back at home, when he gently suggests that you wear that specific revealing dress, or that tight blouse?
he does it so he can still see you.
obviously, he always wraps his coat around you.
no one shall enjoy this view except for him.
and surely enough, the only way to appreciate the view is by leaning in, which he can do as he stays by your side at all times.
at night, when he can finally surrender to your hugs and rest against your chest, he'll sigh in relief.
and he'll always ask if he can sleep like that; with your fingers tangling in his hair as his cheek remains squished over your breasts.
he can feel your softness, your breathing, your heartbeat.
and he can sneakily nibble and lick your exposed skin, so there's no better place than this.
he does bite, he does leave hickeys, he marks and lightly slaps, watching your skin jiggle.
and if you allow him, he'll leave red imprints on the back of your thighs.
but it's never aggressive, never with zayne.
he's just testing, he's evaluating.
he's seeing how plump your thighs are, how much he can make your skin bounceβ¦
he will beg for you to sit on his lap, just so he can see how your thighs spread even more.
and he'll massage them, running his hands up and down, over and over again.
you can't look at this man and tell me he wouldn't buy you the prettiest thigh-high stockings.
he absolutely would.
he'd lick where the stockings end and where your plush thighs begin to spill.
and he'd also wrap them around his head, not only during intimacy, but when he wants to disappear for a while.
and what better way than to have your soft skin pressing against his cheeks until he can't see at all nor focus on anything that isn't you?
when you're sitting down in public, he'll have his hand on one of your thighs under the table.
it never goes lower nor further up.
he's a gentleman; he's just reminding you that he's there, even when you don't need that reminder.
you two only see each other; there's no point in claiming the obvious.
but if you're sitting down at home?
he'll kneel between your legs, and he'll nuzzle your thighs, looking up at you with those bright, needy eyes.
his glasses fogged up, his lips whispering the loveliest of praises, his big, strong and slightly cold hands massaging your inner thighs, his thumbs brushing against your skinβ¦
and what else could you do other than pay attention to such an affectionate, huge and cuddly kitten like him?
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Hello vanilla π¦!! I absolutely love that you're a zayne girlie and I love your blog fr! I just have a simple request. I'm obsessed with the idea of mc being pregnant and doing her best to hide it from zayne, because she's scared (though it doesn't last too long because he's her doctor). Yes they are In a deep relationship/ very early marriage.
οΉβ‘οΉYES GOD! he looks so scrumptious, so deLICIOUS, dare i say scrumptilicious? THANK YOU!! β‘ btw, this contains pregnancy themes, hormonal imbalances and some other things related to that, so keep it in mind!
the honeymoon was marvelous. you two hadn't had the chance to be together for that long, with no work or urgent matters distracting you.
of course, you spent every single second together during that one-month honeymoon, and⦠it's safe to say you were loved every night.
now, it's only been a short while since you returned home, and that same lovey-dovey atmosphere lingers in the air. he still holds you so tight, takes his sweet time worshipping you, kissing you, caressing you, and he already told you to expect this for the rest of your marriage.
and you believe he means it.
naturally, things tend to happen after loving someone so... deeply. and as you held the positive pregnancy test in your shaky hands, you knew this was a consequence of your now bound love.
you were happy⦠as happy as you were nervous⦠and as nervous as you were terrified. it's only natural to have babies once you marry and both agree, right?
but still, you don't exactly feel prepared. or at least, you're afraid this will overwhelm your dynamic, especially since you and zayne are practically newlyweds.
you throw the test away and decide to ignore it for now.
out of sight, out of mind.
when zayne returns from work, you act as if nothing happened. lots of kisses, soft giggles, hand-feeding, massages on his tense shoulders⦠until you two clumsily head upstairs, lips locked, and take it under the sheets.
as the warmth of your love still lingers between you, he gently kisses your forehead. but you're thinking too much, your face buried against his chest.
he senses something is bothering you, but he also knows you'll come to him when you're ready. so, you both fall asleep, wrapped in each other's arms.
unluckily for you, things soon start to change, though not in your relationship. you two are still perfectly fine.
but you can't stand the smell of your favorite things. they make you nauseous.
irritated, even.
your skin feels different, your mood changes, even your scent shifts.
you have to use oversized clothing, but he's used to you stealing his shirts, so you manage to be sneaky βaccording to you.
and it's only been a week. yes, just one week, but zayne already notices, even when you think he doesn't. he knows about hormonal changes, so he quietly decides to suggest a few trusted gynecologists when you're ready to talk.
but inside, you're terrified. seeing how tired zayne comes home, noticing how immature you feel for hiding this⦠suddenly, the idea of becoming a mother feels too real. too soon.
and yet, every time you look down at your belly, you feel this tender pull. there's nothing visible yet, but the thought of carrying a little sprout that shares both your features and zayne's makes you want to sob.
how will you tell him? you'd have to admit you've been hiding it. what if he feels hurt? or worse, disappointed? what if he thinks you don't want this?
your mind spirals. and it just so happens tonight zayne has a night shift, so he won't be home.
you promise yourself you'll tell him when he comes back.
β¦
but you don't.
the next morning, when he finally comes home by breakfast, he heads straight to bed. by lunchtime, you wake him with a tray in hand, and he thanks you, offering to share.
the dish you made looks beautiful, colorful, and so nutritious⦠but when the spoon nears your lips, nausea hits.
you rush to the bathroom, and, of course, he follows.
he isn't clueless. he's a doctor. he put two and two together, and got a huge, obvious four. the first time you two had unprotected intimacy? it was six, almost seven weeks ago. the symptoms all point in the same direction.
you're either pregnant⦠or something else might be wrong.
βi got you, love,β he murmurs, gently pulling your hair back and rubbing your arched back. truthfully, seeing you like this breaks his heart, but if it's because you're pregnant, it makes that heart race with quiet joy.
once you calm down, he helps you wash your face, then cups your cheeks tenderly.
βmy love, i don't wish to intrudeβ¦ but i think it's necessary to buy a pregnancy test, just to check the possible causes.β
poor zayne. if only he knew you already took the test. but as you look away, fidgeting with your hands, his gaze catches it. his brows furrow slightly, and he lifts your chin.
βmy love, is there anything you wish to tell me?β
your bottom lip trembles. stupid emotional imbalances.
before you know it, you burst into tears, throwing yourself into his arms.
βi'm sorry, love! i found out ages ago, i thought i could hide it until i felt readyβ¦ but the truth is i'm being immature, and i was scared of burdening you with this when your life is already so hectic, andββ
his eyes go wide. gently but firmly, he takes your shoulders.
βbreathe in.β
you sniffle and obey, inhaling shakily.
βand out.β
you exhale, and he nods.
βgood. now, here's what we'll do; we'll go sit outside, finish lunch, and you'll tell me everything you feel comfortable sharing, alright?β
you nod softly, following his lead.
after an honest, vulnerable conversation, he cups your cheek.
βmy love. you know i think you're the smartest woman i've ever met, right?β
you nod, nuzzling into his palm.
βbutβ¦ truly, you still manage to amuse me with such silly worries,β he sighs, though there's only warmth in his voice as he means no harm.
βi know. i'm sorry, zayne. it all happened so fast. i thought it might change things between usβ¦ we're still adapting to being married, andβ¦ i don't know.β
he hums, gently pulling you into his lap so you face him.
βtell me honestly. does the idea of having a baby with me make you happy?β
you pause, but then nod.
βyes. i'm scaredβ¦ but when i think of a mini-zayne growing in my belly, it feels warm and right.β
a small smile softens his face as he kisses your forehead.
βthen listen to me. i'm ecstatic to have a baby with you. you and i have overcome so much together. this won't be any different.β
your lips curl into a shy smile, and suddenly, all those fears melt into soft, hopeful images; zayne holding a tiny baby, your baby, baby laughter filling the house, his gaze tender and so full of love⦠and you, right there with them, just as happy.
after all, this pregnancy is a result of a man who loves you, and who you know will love you eternally. hiding it from him now feels so foolish.
βtomorrow morning, we'll see a gynecologist. you'll need vitamins, a checkupβ¦ i've already looked into the best-reviewed ones. our little jasmine will be strong.β
our little jasmine.
your currently tiny sprout.
you nod, hugging him tightly. when his hands gently rub over your belly, it finally feels real. it feels meant to be.
yes, you're still a little scared βand so is he. but together, with this steady love, you know you're invincible.
and your baby will be welcomed by a small, but oh-so-thankful family.
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You could tell Lucifer stopped writing, because the noise of his pen scribbling against the paper stopped.
You looked up to see him glaring at you, bewildered.
"What did you just say, MC?"
"I meant if you'd mourn me when I die. Its perfectly fine if you can't! Demons are probably not as sensitive to death of humans and-
Lucifer was out of his seat. And before you knew it, the Avatar of Pride knelt in front you, his hands clasping yours.
The mere thought of your absence stabbed at his heart. Without you, his study and this whole house would fall silent. The sounds of your laughter are what made the chaos bearable. Without it, even his favourite records would sound like white noise.
His eyes were angry and pained. But they softened as you cupped his face with worry in your eyes.
"MC, you brought back a happiness I hadn't felt in a hundred millenia. Losing you would be like losing all the joy in the world. So don't ever speak of it again. I shall never let it happen."
Mammon
Mammon went deathly still. Gone was his usual erratic self as stared at you like he was frozen in time.
He wasn't even blinking. Maybe in fear that his tears would come spilling out.
"...what?"
"I just...well you know when I die for real, would you cry for me? I know it's so dark to ask this and---ah!"
Mammon had you tackled under him, arms holding you tight as if you'd spill over if he let go. He's never been greedier for you.
If you're no longer there, he has no one to hide behind when Lucifer comes attacking. He has noone to untie him from the ceiling. Noone to hold him on his worst days when everything feels like shit. You're the relief he feels after decades of pain.
"Mammon, are you crying?!!"
His eyes leaked and dampened your shoulders, his muffled cries rocking both of your bodies together. You regret ever asking as you attempt to coo and rub his hair.
"I'm supposed to be yer protector! Losing ya is the worst thing that can happen to me! I won't let that happen, ya hear me human?!"
Leviathan
Levi's character just stopped mid fight. He didn't even press pause on his game. The enemy kept attacking but his fingers remained still.
He wasn't even looking at you. He was staring at the part of the screen that said "Player 2: MC". And his hands started shaking.
"NO!"
"...Levi, are you okay... Did I say something wrong I'm sorry-"
Levi's tail darted out and wrapped around you in an instant, pulling you towards him. In that instant he forgot all shame.
Why? Why would you bring that up? How can he be okay? Without you, he has no player 2. He has no one to listen to him ramble and still care about him. And there's noone left for him to call his friend.
His cries were loud and endless, echoing through his room. You tried to cradle him and try to calm him down but he won't let you go.
"What will the Lord of Shadows do without his Henry?! You can't leave me alone like this! You won't right?? Right?! Losing you would a critical damage noone can heal."
Satan
The book slips from his hands onto your lap and his hands limp on your waist.
You turn back to meet his eyes. Ocean green eyes now covered in dew.
"....MC"
"I suppose it will be much quieter? I won't be here to annoy you and maybe your brothers will calm down too right-"
He promptly palmed your mouth shut. Do you not think twice before saying such horrid things? It's not that he's never thought of it. But he hates it. And talking about it just makes it seem like you'll be gone someday soon.
"S-Satan...are you...?"
Silence begotted by death isn't pleasant. The calm after a storm only thrusts in your face, the destruction the storm left behind. In his wrathful heart, you brought hope and love. And now you speak of taking it all away and leaving him in the dark again?
His tears are silent and sobs are heavy as he holds you so close to himself, trying to engulf you within himself. Afraid you might spill over and disappear if he dare let go.
"No I will not mourn you. I would never have to. I WILL keep you next to me forever. Losing you would mean losing every last ray of light you brought into my life."
Asmodeus
Asmo stared at your reflection in the mirror horrified. As if he was staring at your ghost.
He was brushing your hair, and now his hands were frozen, the brush dropping to the floor with a loud thud.
"...MC... what"
"Ah don't worry I'll still come back to haunt you a ghost or something? That's possible right? I have no idea what happens after I die-"
"No shut up!" Asmo fell on his knees, hugging your waist from behind like a hurt child. "Stop saying that MC!"
Noone gave the Avatar of Lust, more love than you did. As much as he loved his beauty, he knew you loved him despite the hideousness that lay underneath his skin. And noone was more accepting of his affection than you.
"Asmo...Asmo! You'll hurt your knees!"
His voice cracked as he broke down, holding you for support and saying no over and over again, denying even the idea of you ever going away with no way to return.
"Whatever will I do without you around? It's hard for me when you go back to the human world and now you're talking of never returning? I ABSOLUTELY WONT HAVE IT! Losing you will take away the only one who saw me for me."
Beelzebub
Beel didn't even let the thought register at first. He kept on munching on a bag of chips, all smiley and content. "Gone where MC? You're going to the Celestial realm again?"
"Maybe not Celestial realm. I haven't done enough good to be sent there. I wonder who will decide my fate after I die for good? But would you mourn me?" You ask..
His smile drops immediately. No. No no no. What do you mean 'after you die for good'? Is something wrong? Why are talking about this now? Are you not feeling well? Did you eat something bad? Was it Solomon-
"Beel? What's wrong?"
His eyes teared up instantly as he reached for you and hoisted you up in his arms to hold you close. No it's okay, he told himself. You're right there in his arms. You're safe. He'll keep you safe.
He remembered everything you ever did for him. Protecting him from Lucifer, freeing his twin brother, never getting mad at his constant hunger and even giving your life essence away just to save him. No you cannot leave yet, there's too he's grateful for.
"Noone will have to mourn. I will keep you safe here MC. I will give you the best of foods that will keep you healthy and strong forever. I cannot lose my family again, MC."
Belphegor
He was asleep on your lap but now his eyes shot wide open and his breath hitched.
He tilted his head to look at you, staring out of the window, your face aglow with the Devildom moonlight.
"No shut up. Shut up about that." He could barely speak.
"You know the first time I died, all I saw was this white void with echoes of a voice I've never heard before. I wonder if I'll end up there again-"
Belphie instantly put his closed palm gently over your mouth to stop you from talking. He felt you breathing warmly on his fingers. It made him feel safe. You were okay, you were alive.
"Belphie..?"
He promptly pushed you down and started spooning you from behind. The rise and fall of your back against his chest gave him reassurance too. He let his stray tears fall onto his pillow.
He had nightmares about this. So many nightmares where you just decided never to forgive him and disappear forever somewhere he could never touch you again. He imagined your absence and it was overwhelmingly lonely.
"I won't make the same grave mistake twice. I won't let you get hurt again. I won't let you go again, MC. Losing is you is one less reason to wake up in the morning."
Horrortober Day 26: Stalk βI am always with you.β
Itβs kind of funny how the randomizer mostly changed fandoms from day to day, but here we are, two times Obey Me! and two times Genshin coming up lol It be like that, oh well. In this scenario, I tried to ruin every possible way to imagine food, have fun! :D
Warnings: Yandere, Jealousy, Stalking, Too many (bad) food references, Slight sexual innuendos, PDA, Forced Kiss
Characters: Beelzebub x Reader
If you were a food, youβd be the most desirable meal out there.
Not just yummy, not just pretty. Not a memory one had about a dish they tasted a long time ago. You werenβt just fit for making a picture and putting them out into the world wide web, not βtoo sweetβ or βtoo spicyβ. If anything, you were the kind of food everyone longed for and couldnβt wait to eat. At least, to Beel, thatβs what you were.
He briefly pulled down his mask to take a sip of his extra-large drink, his shades sliding down his nose, and he could finally look at you again in all your desirable beauty. His brothers would tell him to leave and go home, but he didnβt come all the way out here without having a taste now. You were here, after all. What else could he want other than to be in your presence?
However, the demon at your side - your study partner - was the lucky one today. Not Beel and not anyone he could tolerate. He was having his chance at taking a bite out of you, taste you on his tongue, and maybe dip into the delicious ice cream you were holding in your hand. Beel tensed, watching that other demon lick his spoon, taking the place that should be rightfully his. There was a boiling passion inside of him to tear out the tongue of this guy.
Admittedly, Beel was at fault too. His life was very much structured, as in, when he was finally free of his RAD duties, training, heβd get his daily fill of delicacies. But missing out on the chance to have his fill of you was bothering him more than he wanted to admit. You were at this delicacy hotspot, and yet, if it wasnβt your food, then Beel didnβt want it. If it wasnβt dripping from your lips, he did not want to lick it up, and what was the point of eating if you didnβt feed him?
Beel needed you more than you knew. He needed you to be able to chew down all the nutritions a strong demon like him needed. You were the bond between him and food because nothing truly tasted good anymore since you came to live with the brothers. And yet, your hand was preoccupied being played with by some demon undeserving of your attention. You were too kind to refuse this date when he offered it, but he was not worth sharing ice cream with you and bask in your presence. Hear your laugh and enjoy your tenderness. God, you were too good for everyone in this room, including Beel.
And yet, if there had to be an equal, it had to be Beel, right? Only he could appreciate your true self, the taste of your soul. Only Beel knew how you feel against his mouth, the ecstatic touch to his body and heart. He shouldnβt have come uninvited, watching you from the corner of the room. Beel should have been out there, living his life like he always did before meeting you. But without you, it all seemed pointless.
It wasnβt made better by having to watch some filthy demon sullying this delicious, full-course meal you were. Beel doubted that the other guy knew even one of your many tastes, and though Beel wouldnβt be able to hold back from gobbling you up either if he ever had the chance, he knew at least he could appreciate the varieties dripping from you like the chocolate sauce from your ice cream. Your kindness, your strength. The boldness yet tactfulness you displayed, mixed with how amazing you were from head to your toes. Your smell alone was enough to turn heads in the streets.
But no, he was out of line for being here, watching over you like a demon of envy. The other guy looked at his wristwatch briefly, apologetically excusing himself to go to the bathroom, and you were sweet enough to see him off with a smile. Tapping his fingers against the table, it was so hard to resist walking up to you and leave something with you that would deter any other demon from coming too close. Beel wished that taking a bite out of your shoulder wouldnβt mean pain for you, so heβd never have to stop creating new wounds and licking them at the same time.
Beel did realize, however, that he couldnβt stay and watch on. Staying would mean he might lose his nerves after all. Maybe heβd smash that other guyβs head, or perhaps heβd just eat you up so no one could lay a hand on you. There was no one more worthy of having a taste than Beel was. He just knew that given the chance, this other demon would ravage you. Eat you up with skin and bones. And in that case, Beel couldnβt just sit idly as someone else tried to take what was his.
Standing up abruptly, the tables around him stared at him in confusion, but he ignored them completelyβall of his thoughts were fixated on you. Finally, you noticed the towering figure marching towards you, unusually covered with his cap, shades, and mask. And yet, your eyes lit up at Beelβs appearance as they should, a smile curling on these scrumptious lips of yours as if to lure him towards you more.
βBeel! I didnβt know you are here tooββ
You called out to him, but he cut you off with an unexpected kiss. Beel had to. He couldnβt leave without this. There was no way he could leave without making sure you were still mouth-watering delicious, his tongue licking at your lips until you let it in to suck at your essence. Your face was heating up like a gas grill on the highest setting, hands helplessly sinking into his shirt after giving up on pushing him away. But Beelzebub merely continued, wanting to leave the same burning desire he felt inside of you. Because if anyone tried to kiss you after him, youβd always compare them to Beelβs addicting kiss, and youβd shy away, not wanting to sully the taste he left on you.
βI am always with you,β he muttered against your lips as you two parted to breathe. Hot, messy air exchanged between you, and he could still taste you in it. Beel, too, would be a memory you kept remembering with this kiss. Until you could no longer wait for it to happen again and come to him. Brushing through your hair, he took a deep breath, smelling your unique scent that added to your flavor.
βDonβt keep me waiting,β he breathed out, finding it almost too hard to hold back. He wanted youΒ now, eat you up right there on the table. But he wouldnβt. Whatever was needed to resist, heβd do it. So he walked off, leaving you behind bothered by the lingering kiss and his ominous message, so he could wait it out at home. Maybe heβd need to punch a wall, fill his stomach with meals out of desperation, or spend some time alone behind a locked door.
Backstory: Obey Me! is your favorite mobile game and you have fallen for one of the characters in particular, but acknowledge that they are not real. Still, in your head, you wished they were..
[Side characters vers.]
Read the headcanons below the line! :)
Lucifer:
βHow I wish Lucifer was realβ¦β You sighed as you placed your phone on your nightstand before turning around, attempting to fall asleep.
In the darkness of your room, you failed to notice a pair of gleaming red eyes gazing at your form.
The next day, you were walking down the street when a random druggie started to approach you, βHey babe, can ya give me sum money?β The druggie asked, walking in way too close to you.
βNo. Now leave me alone.β You simply stated and started to walk away from the druggie, when they grabbed your wrist harshly.
βGimme my fuckinβ money or Iβll take it by force!β He screamed violently before suddenly his eyes rolled back in his head and he fell to the ground, fainting.
By his feet was a black feather.
Terrified, you quickly ran off before the druggie woke up again..
A few days from that incident, someone bumped into you so hard you almost fell backwards, but someone caught you in time and helped you back up. When you turned around to thank your helper, there was no one there, just a black feather.
And then one day you were sure you had forgotten your key, locking yourself out of your home, when it suddenly appeared in your pocket, alongside with a black feather.
You googled the meaning of a black featherβ¦
βIs some kind of deity trying to reach out to me..?β You wondered out loud, βThis could be a sign of Morrigan.. Louhi.. Velnias.. Or Maybe Odin? Or just generally as a sign of protection? Or maybe death? Iβm so confused..β You sighed in distress.
You suddenly heard a disappointed βtskβ sound from behind you, nearly pissing yourself, and you whipped around only to see an imposing man dressed in black and red right behind you. He kinda reminded you of Lucifer..
βHow disappointing. I thought my message was rather clear.β Lucifer shook his head, staring right into your eyes.
βW-Who are you?! What are you doing in my house?!β You yelled and took a step back, intimidated by the man.
βYou know who I am.. Just use your brain for a moment, wonβt you?β The man seemed slightly humored by your reaction.
βL-Lucifer..?β you asked carefully and the man nodded, βA-are you here to kill me?! To t-take my soul?! Please spare me!β You quickly shouted and bowed down at him.
βIβm not here to kill you or take your soul, silly..β The voice suddenly spoke from much closer than before. You realized Lucifer had moved to stand right next to you, βIβve come to take you back. Youβre clearly not capable enough to take care of yourself, so you left me no other choice.β Lucifer continued before pressing a feather-light kiss to your forehead.
βWhy canβt Mammon be real?β You whined quietly to yourself before throwing your phone into your backpack. You quickly grabbed a toast as you ran to your bus, nearly running late from school. You had spent the entire morning just playing Obey Me! and drooling over Mammon, so time had just flown by.
Luckily you made it to school in time and sat down at your desk, bored already. You rested your head against the desk and closed your eyes, not caring whatever it was your teacher was talking about.
But suddenly something your teacher said caught your interest, βHereβs our new exchange student, Marcus, please welcome him to our school.β You looked up and you eyes nearly bulged out of your sockets when you saw the new guy,
Tanned skin, white hair, light blue eyes.. It really reminded you of Mammon! New crush alert!
βHey yβall, Iβm Mam- um, Marcus, nice to meet ya!β Marcus greeted the class and you could hear some of the classβ popular girls giggling and whispering among themselves. How annoying.
βMarcus, thereβs a free seat next to MC. You can sit there.β Your teacher said to Marcus and your face nearly combusted. He was going to be sitting next to you?! Abort abort abort!
Marcus walked to the desk next to you and slipped you a charming grin, βHello there, MC. Wanna hang after class?β He asked and you just nodded, hardly believing your ears. The new hot guy that looked exactly like your fictional crush wanted to hang out with YOU?
During your break, Marcus pulled you into a bathroom much to your surprise. Was he going to beat you up for money or-?
βMC, ya donβt even understand how much Iβve missed ya!β The guy suddenly exclaimed and pulled you into a hug, his cheeks burning.
βWait, do we know each other?β You asked, taken aback by his reaction.
βOf course we do! Iβm the great Mammon, yer first man!β Mammon whined and held you tighter, βIβm not actually Marcus, or planning to stay at this school.. I just came here to take ya back.β
βTake me back where? Iβm from here!β You cried out, feeling your face grow warmer at the words you were hearing.
βTo Devildom, stupid. I know ya donβt remember our time together, but I donβt care. Yer coming with me.β Mammon spoke with determination before he started to drag you towards the.. Toilet bowl?
βWait, why are you taking me there?! Is that really the only way?!β
βSorry, this is the best I came up with.. But chill, itβs a portal glamored to look like a toilet, Iβm not actually disgustinβ or anythingβ!"
βYou know Leviathan, youβre the only one who understands me..β You smile sadly as you gaze at your favorite card of Leviathan in-game with a dreamy look on your face.
Suddenly your phone went off and you noticed you had received a notification for a new game that had just come out on Steam. One that you had been waiting for.
βSweet!β You yelled and scrambled to your computer, quickly purchasing the game and installing it.
One of the characters looked a lot like Levi.. Odd, you thought, but maybe the game developers just werenβt very creative with their character design?
In the middle of your gaming session, the game suddenly glitched and the screen went white. Worried about your computer, you pressed any keys to see if your computer was still responsive.
Suddenly the game came back on; but this time it only showed the Levi-looking character, sitting opposite of you, in a room that looked a lot like Leviathanβs.
You just stared at the character, mouth agape, not knowing whether this was part of the game or not..
Suddenly the character spoke. You didnβt know this game was voice acted!
βH-Hello, MC. Do you hear me?β A familiar voice inquired. That character even sounded like Levi, how odd!
β¦ Wait, how did the character know your name? How did he say it out loud like that? That shouldnβt be possible..
βWhatβs going on with this game..?β You mumbled to yourself, your finger nearing the ESC -key.
βW-Wait, donβt close the game!β the character quickly shouted, making you jump, βPlease.. I was finally able to contact you.. Just hear me out, okay?β he begged and you couldnβt help but nod slowly. The character smiled at you slightly with relief in his eyes.
βIβm Leviathan, as you probably know..β Leviathan said and you nearly choked on air.
βL-Leviathan?! From Obey Me? Wait, how is that possible? Thatβs not your name in this game!β You spluttered, confused.
βI-Iβm not originally from this game! I inserted myself in it s-so I could.. T-talk to youβ¦β Leviathan muttered, averting his gaze, cheeks reddening.
βY-Yes.. Iβve spent so long trying to reach you..β He sighed, looking at you longingly, βAnd now youβre hereβ¦ Right in front of meβ¦ I canβt believe it..β A dorky smile made its way on Leviβs face as he kept looking over at you.
βHow did you even know about my existence? Wait.. YOU donβt exist! How is this happening?β You freaked out more and more by the second.
βOf course Iβm real! And so are you! Weβre just real.. In different universes. But soon we will co-exist in the same world, you just need to believe in me..β Levi assured you with a calming voice.
You thought about it for a moment. How many times you had thought about what life would be like if the characters and events of Obey Me were real. You had actually dreamt about leaving your old life behind and living with the brothers, β.. Okay, what do I need to do?β You asked Levi.
Levi looked like he could barely believe his luck, βSo you trust me?β You nodded and Levi looked like you had promised him the sun and the moon, βOkay, so, reach out your hand towards the screen and imagine yourself phasing through it.β Levi instructed you and you followed his lead. To your surprise, your hand went through the screen and you felt a cool hand taking your own firmly, βNow, take a deep breath and then hold your breath for a moment. Iβll pull you in!β
You closed your eyes and held your breath when you felt everything disappearing beneath you. The only thing you could feel was the hand holding firmly onto yours. Then you felt something broad against your chest and solid ground underneath you, so you opened your eyes again, only to meet Leviβs golden orbs.
βY-Youβre back.. I c-canβt believe youβre back..β Levi mumbled as he held you against his chest tightly, his eyes glistening.
βI would become a satanist if that only meant Satan was real..β You giggled to yourself before returning to your book. You were sitting at your local library, secretly hoping you would bump into a cute guy and accidentally start the love story of the century..
But when you continued to read your book, it seemed to be a completely different book from the one you were reading before. Confused but curious, you lost yourself within the book.
You werenβt sure how much time had passed, but when you looked up again, the library was quiet and dark. What had happened? Had the librarians just decided to leave you alone in the library? You got up and put the book in your bag, taking a look at your phone..
βWait, no service? What do you mean no service?β You cursed at your phone, suddenly feeling slightly anxious.
You started to make your way out of the dark library, barely being able to see anything.. When you suddenly bumped into a tall stack of books, sending some of them flying, and the lights came back on.
You prepared yourself for the flying books, shutting your eyes close, but the impact never came. You slowly opened your eyes only to see a blonde man standing in front of you, shielding you from the books.
βOh, thank you, and sorry for making a mess, I thought I was the only one at the libr-β You began to speak a mile a minute when the blonde man turned around and you could see his face and emerald eyes. You recognized the face immediately, βS-Satan?!β You yelled and Satan shushed you.
βYes, itβs me. How have you been, MC?β He asked politely, smiling down at you gently, βOh, and youβre not at the library, kitten.β
You blushed at the nickname first before realizing that two things were wrong with his statement; 1) How did he know your name and 2) How is this not a library?
Before you could ask your questions, you looked around again. This.. was not a library, no. It looked like.. A messy bedroom full of books? Kinda like Satanβs room from the game.. Huh..
βJudging from your expression, I think I owe you an explanation of what happened," Satan chuckled at your shocked face, βThe book you read transported you into this world thanks to my magic. Youβre now in my room, back in Devildom, just like the old days.β
βWait.. Devildom is real?! YOUβRE real?!β You gasped and Satan nodded, βJust like the old days..? What do you mean?β
Satanβs smile never faltered, βYou might not remember now, but thatβs okay. We can make plenty of new memories now that youβre here with me again.β
βDamn, I wish Asmodeus actually existed so he could teachme how to apply my eyeliner..β You muttered as you attempted to draw a straight line with your eyeliner, about to leave for a party.
When you were finished, you glanced at yourself in the mirror for one last time before leaving.
The flickering, colorful lights at the club nearly blinded you as you kept dancing the night away, occasionally ordering yourself a drink, talking to strangers and trying to relax.
From the corner of your eyes, you could sometimes see this figure on the dance floor, looking at you, but when you turned around to look at them again, there was no one there.
βAm I really that drunk?β You giggled to yourself, shaking your head.
But the phenomena kept continuing. Actually, each time you noticed more of the guy staring at you; you noticed he was rather slender.. He had light brown, wavy hair.. He was about average height.. It kinda reminded you of a certain someone..
Suddenly you realized you needed to use the bathroom so you made your way towards it. Walking in, it was surprisingly deserted and dark. Kinda creepy, but whatever, at least you could pee in peace.
After finishing your business, you went to wash your hands. After that, you glanced at the mirror hanging in front of you to see if you still looked presentable.
You nearly let out a scream when you saw that there was a guy standing right behind you. Suddenly, a pair of slender arms wrapped around your waist as the guy pressed up against you.
You were ready to kick the guy on his groin, HARD, and call him out for harassment when the man spoke up.
βWell hello there, honey. Long time no see~β He purred into your ear and you recognized the voice immediately.
βA-Asmo?!β You yelped, whipping around to meet the strangerβs honey colored eyes. There was no mistaking. That was real, living, breathing Asmodeus.
βI knew youβd recognize me, doll~β Asmo giggled, still holding onto your waist, βYou look so gorgeous tonight, I just want to eat you right up!β He smirked at you devilishly.
βHold on.. Why are you here? Youβre not real! Did someone spike my drink and now Iβm hallucinating?!β You began to panic, looking around.
βWhat, no! I would never let some puny human harm my darling!β Asmo puffed his chest and cheeks, βIβm here to take you home.β
βT-this is a bit sudden, arenβt we moving a bit too fast?β You stuttered as Asmo took your hand with a smirk.
βOh, by taking you home I meant taking you back to Devildom, nothing more, sorry!β He winked at you playfully before leaning closer to you, licking his lips βBut once we get back, I can take care of you in any way you want, mkay~?β
You decided to be fancy today and order a cup of latte art. You told the barista to just surprise you with the picture as you ordered some carrot cake on the side.
You sat down at the table, waiting for your coffee. When it arrived, you looked at the picture.
βWhat a fun coincidence, that kinda looks like Beel!β You grinned at the small chibi face in the cup, not daring to drink it quite yet. You decided to take a picture of it and busied yourself with the camera, not noticing a nearing presence.
βHey, Is this seat free? May I sit here?β A low voice asked, breaking your trance. You quickly looked up, ready to reject the guy, when your eyes landed on familiar ginger hair and purple eyes.
You nearly dropped your phone as you gawped at the tall man in front of you.
βS-Sure..β You managed to stutter. The guy nodded and put down his sports bag.
βIβm gonna order something first.. Iβm famished..β The man muttered and you could practically hear his stomach grumbling.
The whole time the man was making his order, you couldnβt help but stare at him. He looked so much like Beelzebub! Not many people in the world have the combination of ginger hair and purple eyes, let alone be that tall and muscular!
The man returned to the table with a tray full of desserts, sitting down in front of you before giving you a warm smile.
βLong time no see, MC.β He smiled at you warmly, the tone of his voice making your heart flutter.
βW-What do you mean, long time no see?β You questioned in confusion, βA-and how did you know my name?!β You suddenly realized, freaking out. The man frowned at you.
βOf course I know your name. Iβm Beel, remember?β He replied, his eyebrows slightly furrowed. He ate a full piece of Devilβs chocolate cake in one go.
βI know- I mean- you look a lot like this one character called Beelzebub but- heβs not real, so are you a cosplayer or-?β You stumbled with your words like an idiot.
βCosplay? Isnβt that the thing Leviβs into?β Beel frowned and shook his head, βIβm the only real Beel, I think..β He replied with a thoughtful look before a realization hit him, βOh! Satan did mention that you might have forgotten.. That would explain your reaction..β
βF-Forgotten what?β You asked with a silent voice. Beelzebub slipped you a sad but warm smile.
βIβll tell you all about it when we make it home, okay?β Beelzebub said as he finished his food and got up from the table, offering you his hand, βNow come, everyoneβs been waiting for you.β
βDonβt worry, Iβll treat you to Madame Screamβs as soon as we arrive.β
βOh Belphegor, I just need a cuddle friend right now, why canβt you exist?β You mumbled as you were feeling cold and lonely in your bed. Somehow, you still managed to fall asleep.
Your dream of the night wasnβt that different from your usual dreams. You dreamt you were living in a world where Devildom and all of its inhabitants were real, not just part of a mobile game. You dreamt about your fun little adventures with the demon brothers and your shenanigans with the rest of the crew, too.
You loved those dreams. You really felt like you belonged there, in your dream world.
In your dream tonight, you were returning back home from RAD all alone as your usual buddies had been busy. When you got back to the House of Lamentation, it seemed quiet. Too quiet.
You walked through the halls and looked into many rooms, calling the brothers by their names. But nobody came.
You were beginning to feel anxious when you decided to check one last place; the attic.
You opened the attic door and to your relief, you saw a familiar shape under the duvet, just sleeping away.
You tiptoed to the bed and slipped in, cuddling against Belphegor, letting out a happy sigh before you closed your eyes and fell asleep.
The next time you opened them, you were still cuddled up with Belphegor. Yawning, you tried to get up but Belpghegorβs grip on you was too strong.
βMmh.. Canβt we sleep a bit longer?β Belphie mumbled sleepily, βI did so much work, and now Iβm tired..β
You chuckled at his words, βYou did a lot of work by skipping school?β You teased him. You saw one purple eye slowly opening, looking up at you.
βNo.. I worked hard by bringing you back here.. It wasnβt easy, you know?β Belphie explained groggily and pulled you in closer.
βWhat are you talking about? Oh, Iβm still sleeping, arenβt I?β You realized and pinched yourself. To your surprise, it stung. βOuch!β
Belphegor chucked at your antics, βYou idiotβ¦ Youβre not sleepingβ¦ I brought you back to our world while you were dreaming about me..β
βBack to your world? Wait, does that mean-?!β You gasped and began to thrash and look around curiously. Belphie sighed and pulled you back down.
βYes. Youβre in Devildom. You might have forgotten everything, but I havenβt, and neither have my brothers..β Belphie muttered and buried his face into the crook of your neck, βbut forget about them for a while, okay? We can meet them together later.. Now I just need to sleep for a bit longer, so stay put..β
~*~
A/N: Thank you for reading this far! Feel free to comment your favoite scenario below :) Also yes, the title and partially the idea for these imagines are inspired by Doki Doki Literature Club.
may i request a headcanon on the dateables realizing mc has a crush on them(ofc minus luke) please. have a good day!!
Ooo yes continuing the MC having a crush headcanons! Thank you anon for request! I could not come up with anything for Solomon since I don't interact with him often but I promise to come back and write one for him
Obey Me!MC Has A Crush On Dateables
Diavolo
Diavolo has seen you come over to the castle multiple times, but recently he has found himself wanting to invite you for more than just a general RAD chat
Today is the third time youβre coming over for tea
Offering his hand, he escorts you to your seat (he had told Barbatos beforehand that he wanted to escort you)
He thought he chose a comfortable spot to drink tea, but you still look uncomfortable. He remembers you looking uncomfortable the last time you came over as well
Your posture was straight, you kept your hands near your lap, and you could never look him in the eye
He was worried that he came off as scary, and that isnβt the impression he wants to give you
As he spoke, you sat quietly and gently smiled when you replied to his comments
You were still avoiding eye contact. Even when you spoke it was like you were speaking to his chest rather than his face
He rested on his elbows and leaned towards you, βDo I scare you?β Finally, you looked him in the eyes, you were stuttering but he understood that you didnβt think he was scary
Before you can look away again he gently tugs your chin to face him
Your cheeks hold a prominent flush as he caresses your chin
Now he understands why you seem uncomfortable around him
He plans one of the grandest dates for the next time you come visit him to confess his mutual feelings
Barbatos
You often visited the Demon Lordβs Castle to speak with Diavolo about academics or your experience here at RAD
As the Demon Kingβs butler of course Barbatos was always nearby
He would carefully observe you as you converse with Diavolo. Your smile, your laugh, the way you enjoyed his drinks and baked goods. He was starting to realize why everyone was so infatuated with you
He noticed your cup was empty and promptly walked up to pour you another cup of tea
Your relaxed posture tensed as you jolted to his sudden appearance. Thatβs the second time you've done that today
He at first thought it was because he approached you so quietly, or maybe itβs because heβs a bit close when he serves you and Diavolo
However, during your chat, he catches a hint of redness on your cheeks as you gaze over at him
Your eyes move up to meet his, a small smirk pulls at his lips. Your eyes widen, a bright blush flushes your cheeks and you quickly turn your face away from him
He already had a slight feeling but now he understands completely, a small blush now covers his face
Before he gives his confession heβll tease you a bit for fun
Often times when he serves you a drink his fingers will slightly brush yours. Or heβll stand behind you and lean over to explain the ingredients of a delicacy, his mouth just inches from your ear
After being entertained by your reactions heβll consider confessing his feelings and asking for permission from Diavolo to do so
Simeon
Recently, you have been visiting purgatory hall to help Luke bake sweets
Simeon usually cuts fruits near you while you mix the batter
When you're distracted he would steal a glance at your smile while you talk to Luke
Sometimes you would make eye contact, but whenever he smiles back, you quickly turn away from him
Did he do something wrong? You had been acting like that the last time you came over to bake sweets, and he was getting the feeling that you didnβt like him
A small pout formed at the unpleasant thought
He felt the sudden tap of your elbow. You both were so close to each other your shoulders were almost touching
You quickly apologized. Now that he could see your full face, he could see that you looked quite flustered
Your reaction made him flush as well. His blush got brighter as he pondered about the possibility of you liking him
After asking Luke about his opinion on the situation, itβs now clear to him that you were only avoiding eye contact because you liked him
Heβs now one happy angel, and he plans to have the courage to ask you out the next time he sees you
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imagine the brothers panicking over lucifer suddenly going on a rampage and diavolo having to step in just to stop him from killing you and when they ask you what got him so mad it was all because of this
Horrortober Day 14: Compromise βIβll be good! Just, please - donβt go!β
Honestly, at this point, I try to write a darling soft for their yandere for you guys. I try, I really do.
Warnings: Yandere, Mention of Violence/Threats, Manipulation
Characters: Lucifer x Reader
You had never been scared of thunder until you came to Devildom.
What was but a slightly inconvenient sound back home sounded like hell was striking down the sinners in the dark kingdom, and you hated it. You expected to be whipped by it any second and then pierced by a lightning bolt. Why it was so bad down here? No one knew. But on the rare days where it was raining, you could only hide and wait for it to pass soon.
Logically, your brain knew it wouldnβt hurt you inside the House of Lamentation. But as the name suggested, the wind was shuddering through the roof tiles, making them sound like the house was crying. Windows were fluttering in their frames, and your experience was even worsened by the thunderbolts cracking through the darkness, lightning Luciferβs room for only a split second before it returned to the never-ending night, making you see strange shadows in every corner.
Your stay was beyond unpleasant in many ways, but this thunderstorm was the icing on the cake.
When the door to the room opened, you flinched hard, almost expecting it to be a paranormal experience. However, as Lucifer switched on the lights, you knew you were off way worse. His brows furrowed as he saw you wrapped in his blanket, cowering next to the bed and lurking at him from behind the mattress, and he sighed. If not for another rumble of thunder banging against the walls, instantly scaring you again, youβd have been mad at Lucifer for acting disappointed after finding you. But this way, you ignored him instead.
Hanging up his coat, at least Mr. Pride seemed unimpressed by the raging storm outside. It must be nice being a demon, only ever having to worry about others stabbing you in the back, but certainly not natural occurrences. But you were in no place to judge him. After all, it was you who was shaking whenever the thunder bellowed through your head. What would you have given to escape this place finally? Somewhere warm and sunny, and most importantly, away from the cruel things that happened behind closed doors here? The answer was simple: everything.
βCome now,β he urged you quietly, and you guessed from this being the first thing he said to you today that his mood wasnβt the greatest. Lucifer rounded the large, king-sized bed, standing before you and reaching for something to hold on to beneath the blanket covering you, but you quickly slapped his hand aside.
βNo!β you squeaked miserably, neither wanting to obey him nor get away from your safe spot. He left you alone all day again, with no regard for your fear of the storm, even though he knew how little you liked the thunder. And now he wanted you to play by his tune? No way.Β Absolutely impossible, thatβs what Lucifer was.
Sighing, he took a seat at the edge of the bed, leaning his head on the hand furthest from you, his eyes fixating on your face. He lookedβ¦ tired. You could only assume what had happened all day, but perhaps even someone as diligent and βperfectβ as Lucifer could get burned out. You wished you knew what had tired him out so much, possibly making sure heβd have to go through it every day just so youβd have your peace from him. Then againβ¦ perhaps being neglected by the demon who provided you with food wasnβt the best idea, as you couldnβt leave this room alone. His magic was preventing you from it.
You two merely stared at each other for a while. It felt awkward and strange with neither of you having anything to say, but it was better this way. There was too much pain and anger when you two had a conversation. You screamed at him, he growled back threats. There was no such thing as an understanding between you two anymore, which was strange since you did respect him back when he was only your host.
Remembering the good old times, where you still kissed him out of affection rather than because he forced you to, always hurt. You two had history, that of your life and Lilithβs. Still, you two had a fallout when Lucifer began obsessing and eventually locking you up in his room with no one to see or hear from you again. It was strange that despite his claims of loving you, he would resort to dirty tricks and threats as you started picking away at him. Both of you ended up hurt, and these calm moments certainly were rare as it seemed you two couldnβt get along no matter what.
A frightened squeak escaped you as another wave of thunderous echo hit the house, and you covered your ears, being the first to avoid your eyes. Only when you noticed movement in front of you, you slowly took the courage to look up again, seeing Lucifer offering his hand to you. βCome. Iβll keep you safe,β he pressed you, and you knew this action was more for him than for you. Curling his finger, he invited you to submit to him. To let him take care of you since βyou needed himβ. If you werenβt locked up, you wouldnβt need Lucifer at all, but he disregarded this fact.
Gulping, you could only stare at his hand. Maybe he didnβt forget how much the thunder frightened you, as you remembered the times he held you throughout the night until the storm passed, laying his magic soothingly over your body to calm you down. Everything had been so good back then. Truly perfect. It was almost maddening how quickly feelings could change.
You could have given in, let him hold you again like back then. After all, he was offering it. Refusing was just going to spark the flame of hatred between you again. Howeverβ¦ how could you? How in the world could you let this demon comfort you again after all the nightmares he put you through? By this point, he had done more bad than good, all for the sake of you submitting to him and letting him have his way. Lucifer did unthinkable things to you. Things you didnβt wish upon your worst enemy. No trust or sympathy remained where you once loved him so dearly.
Looking away again, you only wrapped the blanket around yourself tighter. Tired eyes narrowed, but Lucifer merely sighed at your uncooperative behavior. βHave it as you want,β he gave up, perhaps for the first time ever. It must have been a very tiresome day if he didnβt even think about forcing you to do his bidding. Standing up, the demon slowly shrugged off his vest, continuing to sigh quietly as he threw it on the bed, getting ready for his nightly routine of showering.
Thunder hit, yet again, and you jumped as Lucifer made his first step towards the bath, clawing your nails into his pant leg. Confused, he turned around, seeing you splayed out on the floor, and holding on to him tightly.
βIβll be good! Just, pleaseβ¦ donβt go!β
Your own words made you want to throw up, as you had never begged him for anything aside from maybe stopping a punishment. You didnβt want to need him. You didnβt need him. But who else on this planet was left, if not Lucifer? Even just to give you that bit of comfort you needed?Β
Part of you wanted to back away as he leaned down towards you, but all you did, was squeeze your eyes shut tightly, taking deep breaths as the air filled with his cologne. Lucifer picked you up, holding you in his arms gently as he carried you back over to the bed, setting you down and grabbing the blanket from you. He adjusted it quietly over your head, wrapping you in it tightly before reaching out his hand to your cheek. You expected a pinch and a snide remark, something mean as that was what you had gotten used to receiving from your former boyfriend.Β
But it didnβt happen.
Lucifer cupped your cheek gently, brushing his thumb over your cheekbone affectionately, and you opened your eyes to see him smile tenderly at you, a look you had missed so much. βItβs okay now,β he assured you, and you felt the magic drawing its marks on your skin, the world slowly getting quieter. βRest up, Iβll be with you shortly,β Lucifer instructed, his voice clear despite the rain and thunder almost completely being shut out of your mind. Your jaw dropped as you looked after him as he made his way to the bath, shrugging off his shirt and revealing the many, many scars you planted on him from your fights.
It was true. You didnβt imagine that you two were constantly trying to win a game of dominance. But the way he just treated you, the kindness in his eyes, and the softest smile playing on his lipsβ¦ that was real as well. Deep down, he could still be the Lucifer you knew, and youβd go as far as to say he never left. But why did he change then? Why could he only be this way with you when you behaved like he wanted?
This situation was so confusing. You hated that this man was still able to knock you off your feet, make your thoughts spin like a teenager in love. It was so unfair that he was stronger than you in any way, but his demands were unreasonable in comparison to your desire for freedom. If he never snapped like he did, lose his mind, would you two still be in love? Would you perhaps be planning for a wedding now? A family?
Watching him as he came back, his eyes narrowed as he saw you were still up. You moved slowly, cautiously further inside the bed, pulling the neat blankets over you as you settled on your pillow. Just like he wanted. If you were good, would he look at you kindly again? Would he carry a smile on his lips?Β
Were you so blinded by the occasional friendliness that you didnβt see the pride in having made you ask him for his help? You were. You were so freaking starved of anything kind and welcoming that you ignored the smirk on Luciferβs face as he saw you crawl into bed like he wanted. No matter how awful his day had been, this was all he ever desired from you. To rely on him. Ask him to love you. Obey him.Β
Slipping next to you into bed, he kissed the top of your head, and you lifted it a bit to relish in the sensation. His arm around you that night wasnβt possessive. It wasnβt stiff and trying to keep you in place, no. He was holding you gently, comfortingly, letting his hand calmly stroke down your back, whispering sweet praises and assurance into your ear as you drifted off to sleep.
Finally, for once, there was no fear or anger between you. Once more in your life, he made you see the pros of being with him, and all he had to do was ask the magic imbued in Devildom for rain.
Knowing it would break you and make youΒ desperateΒ to obey him.
warnings: cursing (one swear word), mention of death (hypothetical), a little steamy but nothing inappropriate
βWant to go out for dinner tonight?β
You arched an eyebrow slowly, causing one end of your mouth to flick upwards into amusement, your eyes glittering darkly.
You let out an exasperated sigh. βKnowing you, Mr. Iwaizumi, I presume that this dinner is more than just a dinner.β
His jaw clenches, swallowing the hard truth. It was going to be him reconciling and apologizing for what happened two years ago.
βSo you have forgotten the kind of person I am, I presume.β
This time, your jaw tightens dangerously with a look that said: the audacity. Ambitious and indomitable, you are the personification of the sea. Your eyes shimmered like pools of dark abyss. No wonder things between the two of you have been rocky ever since.
Tipping your head back just slightly, you flash your teeth in an almost sadistic smile, the tip of your tongue prodding the inside of your cheek in lazy regality.
You were tangling his mind further into knots, confused, conflicted and yet you managed to undo him until he was completely and utterly vulnerable. Glee was written all over your face while scarlet heat rushed up his cheeks.
βI will go to dinner with you.β
-
You went to dinner, but that wasnβt the important part. Not even close.
After the dinner, you both ended up in the family bathroom, Iwaizumiβs hands pinned at either side of your head, the faint aroma of wine still lingered on his tongue, his green eyes burned and flickered with intensity.
You promised and promised and promised and swore and swore and sworn to yourself that all of this, this, was never going to happen again, that you were never going to stay within close proximity of your ex, but here you were, his hands gripping your hips with an untamable ferocity, his breath tickling and warming your neck, sending a wildfire down your spine, igniting an inferno of blazing heat to your stomach. You shivered anyway.
He hesitates like heβs scared to dive into the deep, afraid to let instinct take control because he still knows you so well. Your fingers gripped his hair and you felt him move his lips up to your ear. You swallow. Heβs gravity and youβre about to crash land; he keeps pulling and pulling and you keep falling and falling.
βIs this how we resolved our fights?β he manages, voice husky.
You didnβt remember and you certainly didnβt care to remember. Every crevice and valley of your brain wanted him all over again.
βI donβt know,β you murmured.
Heβs silent and then slowly and gently, he brushes his lips on your jaw. It was hardly a kiss, but whatβs left of his restraint snaps and youβre falling into oblivion once again.
His lips roam your neck, your shoulder, your collarbone, your jaw, hands tracing paths on your body like a map, rewriting everything anew and covering all remnants of your regrets and resentment. You lean back your head and swallow hard, gasping for air. It felt like the room was spinning wildly. He was going insane, he was making you go insane. You were veering off course and no longer did you yearn for control or take back any regrets.
It was just you and him in this universe, mindlessly clinging onto each other and wisps of chaos because nothing made sense anymore and nothing mattered. You could die right at this moment and you wouldnβt feel it coming, but you would feel him, all of him, and only him.
His palm rested respectfully on your lower thigh before leaving to place it on your lower back, a growl clawing at his throat. God, you forgot how exhilarating this was. You forgot what it felt with just the two of you, the lack of barrier between you and him, skin burning, lips and tongue on fire, fingers gripping nothing but fragments of sanity and blazing skin.
Slowly, he brought two fingers to your neck, feeling for your pulse. You gnaw on your bottom lip as he continues to make his way to the hollow between your neck and shoulder.
β110 beats per minute,β he mutters before landing his lips on that soft crevice. Desperate, you pull him closer, wanting to feel more, wanting nothing more than your bodies to blend and merge together.
βHow do you know?β You pant.
He chuckles a little, sending goosebumps that reverberated down your arms. βIβm a certified athletic trainer, I know how to look for a pulse.β
βI must be stupid to forget that.β
He grips you tighter, a hand running along the length of your spine. βNo, I donβt think so.β
With the back of his hand, he strokes your cheek soulfully like you were made of glass before resting at the nape of your neck, cradling.
He finally pulls away, forehead resting against yours. βIβm sorry.β He whispered those words like it was a vow and it made warmth pool at the base of your stomach. βI didnβt mean to get this carried away.β There were a million other apologies behind his voice that he wanted to declare, but the air, this moment, was too fragile, too small. It would break at too many words. It would shatter you.
Iwaizumi refused to make eye contact, arms still around you, and you mentally squeezed yourself smaller.
βNeither did I.β
He angles his eyes upward, almost hopeful and it disintegrates something in you. He leaned in again and you sucked in a harsh breath, a breath that felt like glass was stuck in your throat. This time he hovered over your shoulder, your hands inched up his chest where you could feel his heart palpitating.
βI hope you know,β he begins. βI was a complete idiot.β
βI can partially agree on that,β you say breathlessly.
βI really wanted to say Iβm sorry,β he said, then sighed. βIβm sorry, that sounds like a lame excuse, but it really isnβt.β
You simply hum in response. βContinue.β
He takes a sharp intake of breath. βYou were enough, more than enough and you deserve someone who can carry that. I know I wasnβt that kind of person for you. I wasnβt strong enough to carry you. I wasnβt enough to deserve you.β
You close your eyes as he makes his way to the edge of your lips, kissing you so softly you want to sink to the floor. Every word hits you like a needle.
βI also hope,β he whispered so fervently, so reverently like he was worshipping a deity, βyou know how brilliant you are, how beautiful, how intelligent, how irresistible you are, and how insufferable you can be.β He laughs at the last part, a beautiful laugh that you wanted to capture with your lips, with a canvas and paint and ingrain it into your memory. It danced across your skin like a ballet routine.
βIβm sorry, I am truly, genuinely sorry. I was reckless. If only I was able to think about what I was going to say and how much it would hurt,β he shook his head. βI wouldnβt have said it. I shouldnβt have said that you wereβ¦β He pursed his lips, as if the words hurt him as much as it did to you.
You swallow nervously. Confrontation was your weakness and he could see it right through you.
βWhat did I say about second chances?β You asked instead.
Before he could answer, you whirled around, this time he was against the wall, your nose brushing against his and featherlight brushes of your lips on his.
βAnd where did you get this confidence?β He asked, already pressing your body flush against his hard chest. He didnβt have to ask that, he already knew.
A dark smirk curved on your face as you lean in closer. βI stole yours,β you whispered.
This is really comforting to read and Iβm going to need to like, write this down a few times out to memorize it because this isnβt something I want to let myself forget
K!nktober 2021: Breed me like you mean it. | Diavolo x AFAB!MC | 18+
Prompt: Breeding k!nk
Pairing: Diavolo x AFAB!MC
Warnings: Dark themes, unprotected s3x (no condom, no birth control), mating press, heavy dubcon, heat, demon form, breeding k!nk, restriction of movement (pinned wrists), face slapping, mention of pregnancy, primal s3x, strong language
A/N: hello, b*tches (affectionate)! i'm back from my mini break and badder than ever. seriously, like, i have no idea where this dark contentβ’ came from, but the thought of primal!dia is making me absolutely f*cking FERAL. anyways, you've been warned. hope you enjoy <3
"Mm, MC, I can't take it anymore," Diavolo moaned into their neck, thrusting roughly inside of them. "I'm gonna cum."
His claws dug into their thighs as he held their spread legs open in a deep mating press. MC had been gripping his horns for leverage, but their hold weakened as their heart skipped a beat in panic.
"Dia, no, stop," they pleaded breathlessly.
"I don't know if I can, baby," Diavolo cooed sweetly, his fangs brushing against their collarbone. "Your pussy's too good."
"I'm not on birth control," MC protested. "You're gonna get me pregnant."
They had hoped to frighten Diavolo just enough that he would slow down and think rationally. For any human male, the word pregnancy usually killed the mood pretty quickly.
But Lord Diavolo wasn't human.
This fact became readily apparent when their words had the opposite effect on the demon prince: Diavolo's heat had ramped up his natural urges, and they could feel his cock twitch longingly inside of them when they uttered the phrase.
"Oh, no, darling," Diavolo growled playfully "You really shouldn't have said that."
MC whimpered, squirming as they tried to wriggle out from under him. But their struggle only made Lord Diavolo more eager to rut. With his iron grip locked around their wrists, they were reduced to prey at the mercy of a fierce predator.
Diavolo recognized the hopelessness of their fight with a sadistic smirk. "You silly human. Don't forget who you belong to."
Staring deep into Diavolo's amber eyes, MC's cheeks burned hot with a mixture of rage and arousal. Even as their logical side revolted in anger, something primal inside them instinctively craved him.
They were terrified and furious, but they couldn't deny it: they wanted him to fill them with every last drop of his seed, consequences be damned.
"You're mine," Diavolo growled. "This body belongs to me. And I'll use you however I damn well please."
MC whined helplessly as Diavolo shifted his weight forward. Their ankles hooked around his neck as he plunged his length deeper inside of them, filling the room with the sound of his balls slapping their soaked skin.
He moved to grasp both their wrists in one hand, slipping the other between them so his thumb could brush against their swollen clit as their bodies rocked together.
"I want to hear you say it," Diavolo prompted, glaring at them expectantly. "Tell me who you belong to."
At first, MC could not respond. They were overwhelmed by the plethora of stimulation consuming them: Diavolo's rhythmic touch; his forceful fucking; their hands pinned overhead.
But when MC said nothing, Diavolo yanked his hand away from their clit, eliciting a disappointed whimper.
He slapped MC across the face, hard enough to leave a mark. Their cheek stung, but their pussy clenched eagerly around him at the sensation.
"Who owns you?" he hissed. "Tell me."
"You do!" MC gasped, tears welling in their eyes as Diavolo's head pounded their most sensitive spot.
Satisfied, Diavolo's chest rumbled, his pace growing frenetic as he frantically chased his release. His pelvis ground into their clit while the bed creaked beneath them.
MC raked their fingernails down his bare back, their anxiety long forgotten as the pleasure in their core built up like a pressure cooker. Instinctively, their hips rolled into his every thrust, their drenched walls effortlessly swallowing the entire length of his cock.
Diavolo held them down by their hips, face buried in their neck as he groaned, "Fuck, MC, I'm cumming!"
All inhibitions lost, MC whined desperately as stars filled their vision. Before they knew what they were saying, they started to ramble:
"Yes, Dia, yes! Come on, baby, fuck your cum into me. Breed me like you mean it."
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