Hi I been stocking your account and I really like your writing and will I would like to request the brothers with a reader who wants to touch their wings/tails but is to shy/embarrassed to say please and thank you :)
(Ps mammon is my favorite cough cough hint hint)
Hi hi! Thank you so much for your kind words!
I absolutely loved your idea, it’s just adorable I hope you enjoy these headcanons featuring your favorite boys!
"Can I…?”
When MC wants to touch their wings/tails
Characters: Lucifer, Mammon, Leviathan, Satan, Asmodeus, Beelzebub and Belphegor
The brothers aren’t used to someone looking at their wings or tails with curiosity instead of fear. MC clearly wants to touch them, but they just can’t bring Themselves to say it aloud. How does each brother react when they finally realize what they wants?
LUCIFER
• Lucifer rarely, if ever, lets anyone near his wings. They’re a symbol of what he once was, and what he lost.
• When he catches you glancing at them, he says nothing at first, but the air shifts. He notices.
• The moment you fidget shyly or try to speak, he finishes your sentence quietly: “You wish to touch them… don’t you?” His voice is steady, but there’s a hesitation in his eyes, like he’s weighing the risk of letting someone that close again.
• He turns his back to you slowly, wings partially unfurled. “Be gentle. These… carry more than just feathers.” As your fingers brush against the dark, silky texture, he tenses,just for a second. Then exhales.
• “You’re the only one I’d ever allow this.” The silence afterward is soft, almost sacred. He doesn’t pull away, even when your hand lingers.
MAMMON
• He totally catches the way your eyes keep drifting toward his wings, even if you try to play it off.
• “Oi, why’re ya lookin’ like that? Got somethin’ to say?” When you get flustered and look away, his cheeks flush too. He’s trying to act cool, but he’s just as shy.
• Eventually, he just blurts out: “Tch… If ya wanna touch ‘em, just say it! I ain’t gonna bite!” The second your fingers graze the soft, white feathers, he shudders,his wings twitch slightly and his breath hitches.
• “Y-you better be gentle, ‘kay? They’re sensitive… and it’s not like I let just anyone touch ‘em!” He’s red-faced, but you swear he leans closer every time your hand moves.
LEVIATHAN
• His tail is off-limits to everyone. But with you? You get a special exception, he just doesn't know how to offer it.
• He dies a little inside every time you glance at it and then quickly look away.
• One day, while you’re sitting beside him, he catches you staring and just blurts: “Y-you can touch it if you want!! I-I mean if you don’t mind, or whatever!”
• His tail wraps shyly around your hand while you pet it. He looks away, but he’s beet red and practically vibrating with joy.
• The next time? He doesn’t even ask, just silently curls it around your leg with a shy smile.
SATAN
• He notices immediately, and finds your shy little glances very telling.
• He doesn’t push, but when you pass up a perfect opportunity to ask, he chuckles softly.“Curiosity is nothing to be ashamed of.”
• He sits beside you, tail flicking closer and closer until it brushes your fingers.
• “You don’t have to speak if you’re shy… just reach out.” You do. Gently. His tail flicks once and then twines loosely around your wrist, warm and soft.
• He reads to you with a small smile while your hand stays right there.
ASMODEUS
• He catches your glances immediately and is thrilled.
• “Oh? Sweetheart~ You’re into wings now? How scandalous…” But he doesn’t mock,he loves that you’re shy about it.
• He flutters them open with flair and sits beside you. “No need to be embarrassed, darling. I’m all yours.”
• His wings are soft, velvet-like, and he shudders in delight at every gentle touch. He definitely makes it a thing, leaning into your hands with a purr and teasing, “You’re gonna make me melt”
BEELZEBUB
• His wings are imposing, but you always seem drawn to them.
• He notices how you hesitate whenever you’re close. One day, while he was in your room, he casually says: “You can touch them if you want. I don’t mind. Really.”
• You’re nervous at first, but he gently leans into your touch with his eyes half-closed.
• The warmth of his wings surprises you, he wraps one protectively around your shoulders and mumbles, “If it helps you feel safe, you can touch them anytime.”
BELPHEGOR
• You’re so shy it takes him a while to catch on… but once he does, he finds it adorable.
• You reach out, then pull away, over and over, until finally, you whisper, “Belphie… can I…?” Without even opening his eyes, he shifts closer and flops his tail into your lap. “Mm. Knew you’d ask eventually. Go ahead.”
• You gently stroke the soft fur near the base, and he hums in appreciation, nuzzling into your neck. “Soft touches from my favorite person… best nap accessory ever.”
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No way, NotHomeGal actually revived? Yup, I did. Homicipher brought me back to life from the depts of my creative burnout (o゜▽゜)o☆
This game really scratched a part of my brain I didn't know was there, but I'm not complaining!
And no, I won't be abandoning the slasher fandom, but I must say it will take some time to come back to write those right now, but I'll do my best to rekindle that spark!
Okay, enough of my yapping. Hope you enjoy this Oneshot (´▽`ʃ♡ƪ)
Summary: after learning that sometimes objects from the human world may fall into the realm you're currently stuck in, it became a common activity for you to scavenge around the junk to pass time, and your ghost companion always seems so curious about it!
Warnings: none really just fluff, Mr. Crawling being too cute for a mortal soul to handle.
Side note: yeah just like in most (basically all) of my fics, MC (or Y/N) will be Gender Neutral! So everyone gets to enjoy the story with their favorite ghost man :]
AND! Here's the link of the dictionary I used for the fic to put ghost words heheerhkj.
Word count: 3.6k
It's been so long, they think at least. Time feels stuck in place, yet in the deepest part of (Y/N)'s conscience they know it's not true, that the time and everything outside these lifeless concrete walls is very much alive.
Life goes on, it keeps moving regardless if they feel it or not, time is passing just like it always did... Yet, they feel stuck. Numb. It's like their mind and soul are slowly melting, becoming one with this dimension they begrudgingly started to call "home", even if it's not... This is not their real home!...
It's not!...
It's not...
It's not...?
—"☨ д つ 々?"— (Sad)
A quiet gasp left (Y/N)'s lips when suddenly something brushed against their leg as that soft voice spoke next to them, that "something" being the very long, dark hair of their ghost companion.
They turn their head, almost flinching at the sight of how close Mr. Crawling was to them. Shoot, sometimes they forget how unnerving his appearance is, especially when he creeps up on them like this, though unintentionally.
—"ત ટ д ☨ д つ 々?"— (You Sad)
He repeated the question, his usual smile now replaced with a small frown. His voice quiet and soft as always, but with that subtle quiver at the end that appeared whenever he's concerned.
(Y/N)'s breath almost hitched from that little but oh so sweet display of care. Even after all the time spent side by side with Mr. Crawling, they still periodically wonder what the hell did they do to deserve such kind perso... Ghost, in their life.
Before the entity's worry could grow, (Y/N) flashed him with a smile, shaking their head a little.
—"I'm alright, just a little distracted."—
Their answer did seem to soothe the ghost's worry a little. However, he leaned closer, more of his hair falling into (Y/N)'s body, sending small shiver through their form as the black locks brushed their legs, sensation that resembling a small breeze of air running across their skin. An odd, chilly feeling... But one that became very comforting and grounding for the human over the time, as it was like a gentle reminder of Mr. Crawling's presence, that they weren't alone.
—"つ ત บ บ λ ป こ ৺ נ ८ ک ટ ? つ ત บ บ つ ኟ บ ટ ?"— (Not Bad Feel Not Scared)
Their smile faltered for a brief moment, knowing exactly what he was talking about...
Even if it's been quite a while since (Y/N) had one of those episodes of fear and hallucinations, the memories of them are still haunting the human in one way or another, leaving this uncomfortable sensation under their skin. It's like feeling hands, snaking all over their body, slowly slipping under their clothes, creeping through their skin and flesh, trying to dig deeper and deeper, right to their very core, trying to reach something so deep inside of them and rip it away from them...
The human then simply hums, shaking off the heavy feeling off their mind. Their gaze soon focuses back on Mr. Crawling's face, their smile creeping back on their features, but now brighter, happier.
—"つ ત บ บ λ ป こ ৺ נ ८ ک ટ . つ ત บ บ ጉ ሰ ટ נ."— (Not Bad Feel Not Together)
They replied cheerfully, confidently using the otherworldly language to make sure there is no room for doubts left.
Upon hearing their answer and seeing that smile he absolutely adored, Mr. Crawling himself smiles back, letting that characteristic high-pitched giggle of of his. And just like (Y/N) expected, the crawling ghost reached out and gently patted their head, ruffling their grayish hair a little.
—"ㄷコ ਦ υ ป ! ㄷコ ਦ υ ป !"— (Glad Glad)
(Y/N) giggled as well, already used to Mr. Crawling's joyful chirps at whatever little thing they do. Once satisfied, the ghost slowly retires his hand from their head and leans back to his previous position right next to the human in a raincoat, his dark locks trailing behind and sliding off (Y/N)'s legs as he gives them a little bit of space.
They hum, that happy smile remaining on their lips, brightening a bit their bandage-covered face, returning some of color and life to it. The human soon shift their attention back to what they were previously up to, which was scavenging and going through all the junk and rumble that fell down here from the human world.
While (Y/N) is the one going through the numerous items, Mr. Crawling remained focused on them. Staying next to their crouched form and curiously watching the things they periodically picked up and inspected, sometimes even picking something himself and asking what it is and what humans do with it.
The activity was simple, but it was like a huge breath of air for (Y/N) and a great way to distract their mind from the decay this world was putting them through, helping them remember who they are and what are supposed to be. A human, an unfortunate human that found themselves in this place of absolute madness...
(Y/N)'s train of thoughts stopped when their eyes suddenly caught a glimpse of something bright and colorful under a small pile of old, messed news articles. And after carefully pushing aside all the trash, they get a clear sight of what it is.
A manga cover!
(Y/N)'s eyes widened and their smile grew as they reach out and grab the manga book, picking it up and instantly flipping through the pages.
—"No way, it's actually in good, readable condition!"—
They exclaimed excitedly, eyes wandering through the pages with interest.
Mr. Crawling simply observed, curiously watching them inspect the book. He noticed that (Y/N) would always get super excited whenever they saw one of these colorful pictures, and it made him happy to see them happy! As well as to keep a mental note to find more of these to make them even happier.
However, as the human paused on one of the pages, probably to check if the paper is holding up alright after getting a little wet. Something completely different caught the ghost's attention.
Slowly, Mr. Crawling reaches his hand again, pointing at a particular drawing with his finger while tilting his head to the side, like a confused puppy would.
—"נ บ ਦ ኟィд ⊔ ટ ৺ ㅗ?"— (What They Do)
He asked, gently tapping the picture with his finger.
(Y/N) glances at the spot their ghost companion is pointing at, their eyebrows rising slightly as they see an illustration of two of the characters kissing. Oh, did they just spoiled themselves one of the subplots?...
—"This?"—
They asks, eyes flickering between the comic and Mr. Crawling's face.
—"π々⊔ λ ک つ ત コ ጉ ک こ?"— (Why Touch Mouth)
The ghost asked again, genuine curiosity lingering in his quiet voice as he taps the paper again, his head turning to the side to look at (Y/N). Despite half of his face being covered by his dark hair, they could practically feel his curious stare, almost like a kid waiting for his parent to answer.
—"ک ጉ ㄷ π π々⊔ ?"— (Teach Why)
He asks, now his attention completely casted on (Y/N), patiently waiting for their answer.
The mentioned human stays silent at fist, seemingly surprised the ghost actually doesn't know what a kiss is and why people do it. However, the more they think about it, the less he can blame Mr. Crawling. After all, this world is not built for affection, and considering all the dangers that lurk here on daily basis, it's not too surprising that some residents of this place don't even know what affection is.
—"Well. This is called a kiss, 'kiss'."—
They explain, pointing at their lips as they spell the word for him.
—"K- K̴̻̍-K̶̥͔̒ḭ̷̢̆̾ṣ̵̠͊s̵̮̎̾-?"—
He attempts to repeat, though the sound comes more as a hiss rather than an actual word... Still, (Y/N) was proud of him for trying! And expresses such joy with a soft giggle.
—"Yeah, kiss. Uh..."—
They paused, thinking over their wording before continuing.
They finish, scratching their cheek with a sheepish smile, knowing that their explanation probably sounded wonky a weird, especially with that little mix between languages.
The ghost, makes a small "oh" sound, actually understanding their answer even with the odd wording.
Suddenly, Mr. Crawling's face lightens in puppy-like joy as he leans closer, his face just inches away from the human's when he starts to chirp back.
—"ત λ コㄷ ک ጉ ㄷ π ㄷ ८ コ ㅗ ! "— (Desire Teach Love)
(Y/N) raised their eyebrows at his words, their cheeks suddenly feeling a little warmer.
(Hold on, is he asking me for a kiss?!)
As flustered as they were, upon seeing that excited, happy smile of the ghost that they grew so attached to, they couldn't find the heart to tell him no even if their life depended on it. Beside, it's just a kiss, and they both like each other! So why not?
—"Eh... Hehehe. Okay, okay. You kiss like this."—
They answer, before suddenly leaning forward and pressing their lips against the cold skin of his cheek.
A soft, quiet gasp escaped the ghost's lips, the difference in temperature between his and (Y/N) body never failing to make his chest feel all funny, though not unpleasant type of funny. But now with the added softness of their lips and the hot breath casted on his face, it created a sensation he haven't felt before.
The human leans back a little, chuckling under their breath at the ghost's reaction. However, their smile begin to fade when they notice how still he suddenly got.
They go silent, patiently waiting for Mr. Crawling to say or do something, but he remained perfectly still and dead silent, like some kind of creepy statue. Did they just cross some boundary they didn't know about?...
—"Mr. Crawling?..."— you ask eventually, voice quiet. —"Are you alright? Did I-..."—
(Y/N) paused when he finally does move, slowly lifting his hand from the opened manga book and brushing his fingers against his cheek, right on the spot they kissed him a second ago.
Suddenly, another high-pitched giggle escaped the ghost as he immediately launches forward, forcing (Y/N) back and basically tackling them to the ground into that famous overzealous hug of his they came to secretly adore.
—"K̶̥͔̒ḭ̷̢̆̾ṣ̵̠͊s̵̮̎̾ ! K̶̥͔̒ḭ̷̢̆̾ṣ̵̠͊s̵̮̎̾ !"—
He cheerfully exclaims with his broken human speech, before mimicking (Y/N)'s action and pressing his lips against their cheek. Though, more than an kiss his gesture resembled a nuzzle, like big dog gently bumping his favorite person with his nose.
(Y/N) just couldn't help but laugh at the sweet action of the ghost, their cheeks turning much redder and warmer than before. With their hands no longer being occupied by the manga book, they reach and rest their hands on Mr. Crawling's back, basically hugging him back as the entity continues to joyfully express his liking through the newfound gesture.
—"You're doing it pretty good! But this is not exactly a kiss..."—
They eventually say, sliding their hands from his back and instead resting them on his shoulders. At the sound of their voice, Mr. Crawling's affectionate nuzzles pause and leans back, tilting his head to the side with curiosity.
—"Yeah, you need to press your lips, not caress with them. Ehm..."—
They fall silent, their gaze adverting for a brief moment as they try to find the needed words to describe what they're trying to say, but all they get is a reminder of how poor and limited the ghost vocabulary is...
Mr. Crawling remained quiet, patiently waiting for (Y/N) to figure out their wording. He didn't mind the wait at all to be honest, patience being one of his biggest virtues after all. Beside, seeing the human mumble and emit noises under their breath while making funny faces, such as pushing their lips or furrowing their brows, was a very cute sight to witness!
When realized that words, human or not, won't cut it. (Y/N) decided to use actions instead, as their head was starting to hurt at this point from this damn language barrier. So, with a soft sigh their eyes flicker back at Mr. Crawling, who was still patiently waiting for them to figure out their wording, or maybe taking the chance to look and admire their face, or maybe both...
—"৺ ጉ נ ک ጉ ㄷ π ત ટ д Kiss."— (Me Teach You)
They finally said, a hint of determination in their tone, though it was mostly directed to (Y/N) as they try to push through their own sudden rush of shyness and fluster. How comes they can be all giggly and cuddly when Mr. Crawling literally tackles them, but then turn into a blushing mess from a little kiss?! Ugh, even they start to make less sense the more they stay in this world...
At their words, the ghost seemed almost ecstatic. He already was eager to get any sort of attention from (Y/N), let alone affection. So the mere thought of feeling their lips pressed against his skin again made his whole body almost shake.
(Y/N) could feel the ghost's body grow tense from the overwhelming joy, and it was such a strangely endearing sight to witness; an otherworldly entity acting like an overjoyed puppy about to receive his favorite treat.
They giggle again, giving his shoulders a gentle squeeze before speaking.
—"Okay hehe... Eeh... Look, you kiss like this, 々ኟп৺."— (Look)
They say before leaning closer, the distance between their and Mr. Crawling's face growing smaller and smaller, until their lips finally come in contact with the ghost's other cheek.
They can feel him shiver, clearly still not used to the new sensation, but he was definitely loving it judging by the way his long arms slightly closed around their body, almost hugging them and pressing their smaller form against his taller one.
(Y/N) leans back a tiny bit, taking the chance to simply look at the entity who was holding them in it's embrace so tenderly. Of course, this is not the first, nor last, time they'll be held by Mr. Crawling. But... Right now, there's something different, they feel different. Their heart is pounding like crazy, yes. But they no longer feel flustered or embarrassed, they feel strangely in peace in fact.
There's always been something captivating about the crawling ghost, even with his unnerving traces. The way his long, black hair surrounds them, a void that's isolating both from the outside world, covering them like a veil, making each the protagonist of the other's gaze. For a monster-filled place like this, the moment felt almost romantic.
The human let a soft exhale, their lips parting ever so slightly. And before their brain could even realize it, (Y/N) was already leaning forward again.
They don't know what came over them, but their mind, their heart, and even that little voice was telling them the same thing...
{Do it.)
They press their lips again, this time against the tip of his nose, getting one of these little "eh" sounds out of him.
They didn't stop there however, instead starting to pepper the ghost's face with more kisses. His cheeks, his forehead, his jaw...
(Y/N)'s movements were slow and delicate, keeping in mind the comfort of their otherworldly companion as they shower him with this new, intimate affection. They weren't quite sure what he was thinking about all of this, if he was getting overwhelmed or not, if he truly enjoyed or understood how much this moment meant for humans... But by how his arms seem to close more around their smaller form, how his fingers flex around the fabric of their raincoat, how his body seemed to gradually relax and even lean into the new, loving gesture...
Yeah, they knew he understood.
However, as (Y/N) was about to reach his lips, an inexplicable wave of hesitation came all over them, freezing them in place and incapacitating from moving back of forward, their heartbeat getting surprisingly, almost painfully loud.
(What's going on?)
(Why am I feeling so... Self-conscious?)
(No... No. I want to do it, I need to do it! Come on body, move! Move god damnit!)
They screamed inside of their mind, yet their body still refused to move, regardless of all the mental berating they were putting themselves through. Their grip on Mr. Crawling's shoulder tightened a little, like a silent attempt to ground themselves and remember just how close the ghost was, how he was waiting for them to continue, how he was waiting for them. But... They... They just couldn't move.
However, after a few beats of silence and inactivity had passed, is Mr. Crawling the one to finally break the tension and lean forward, his cold lips pressing against the warm ones of the human.
And just like that, all the doubts and hesitations had melted away in (Y/N), and everything felt alright again. No, more than alright. This felt perfect, intimate, sweet, and surprisingly innocent. Holding nothing but the affection, care and love the two beings felt for one another, now in it's purest way.
A human.
And a ghost.
Together, connected to each other not just in a physical way, but now in a deep, emotional way...
The kiss itself probably didn't last even 10 seconds, but in (Y/N)'s and Mr. Crawling's mind it felt like two eternities had passed, and many more would if they'd decided to keep going.
After breaking the kiss, the two just stay like this for a while, looking at each other as their minds clear from the haze and feeling of drunkenness the sweet exchange left behind. Mr. Crawling still on top of (Y/N), but instead of just hovering over them like he always did, now his arms were tightly wrapped around their frame, keeping them securely in place right between the ground and his body.
(Y/N) couldn't explain it, but right now they feel like they're falling again for the ghost. Just by being held in his embrace and hidden underneath his larger body, they felt so safe and at peace... So...
It's like they were home.
Their home...
He became their home, their safe place, their happy place...
Him...
—"λ ک ሰ ৺ ટ ?"— (Are you okay)
Mr. Crawling suddenly asked, his smile faltering as his embrace on them tightens a little. It was almost like he was concerned he did something wrong and broke them, what a sweetheart.
(Y/N) blinked, noticing they were probably staring and zoning out with this little realization of theirs, realization that their real home was not in this or their world.
It was with Mr. Crawling.
Or at least, that's what their heart told them.
—"I'm fine."—
The human said in a soft voice. Their body leaning forward while speaking, snuggling closer to the ghost's chest, the action feeling like a little dejavu to the time he hid them from the man in red.
Ugh... The sole mention of that guy is still sending shivers through their body, so let's not think about him.
—"৺コኅ ጉ ሰ ટ נ ৺ ጉ נ ሰ ኟ つ ጉ."— (Us Together Me Happy)
Mr. Crawling didn't take long to let yet another high-pitched giggle, his head coming to rest on top of (Y/N)'s, nuzzling gently against their hair and raincoat hood.
—"ㄷコ ਦ υ ป ! ㄷコ ਦ υ ป !"— (Glad Glad)
He chirped cheerfully, his arms tightening just a little to give the human a gentle squeeze.
—"৺ ጉ נ ㄷ ८ コ ㅗ ጉ ሰ ટ נ ત ટ д !"— (Me Like Together You)
All (Y/N) could do at the moment is giggle and attempt to keep up with his excitement. Jeez, they forgot how talkative Mr. Crawling gets when excited. They reach out at some point, affectionately rubbing his back like a quiet request to slow down, which the ghost quickly complies by stopping his speech and instead resorting just to the nuzzling.
The two remained like this for quite a while, just enjoying this precious moment of having each other close. Even if they knew that the next time (Y/N) needs to take a nap, they'll be in embraced again.
—"Alright, that's enough for now.—
The human muttered, giving the ghost's back a few gentle pats like a way of saying that they wanted him to move.
Mr. Crawling doesn't try to protest at all, surprisingly. And after giving one more squeeze, his arms loosen around (Y/N)'s form and he slowly lets go, his body getting off them and instead settling right by their side. That's probably the reason he didn't complain about letting go, knowing he'd be next to them one way or another.
(Y/N) chuckled again at the ghost's sneaky antics, finding them pretty adorable. And after reaching out to pat his head again, the human settles into a more comfortable position and grabs the manga book they previously dropped from Mr. Crawling's surprise-tackle-hug.
—"Okay, let's see what this is about..."—
The human muttered to themselves while opening the book and starting to read the story, deciding to go blind into it and discover the plot as they progress with the story.
Mr. Crawling in the meantime had found his comfortable spot by placing his head against (Y/N)'s shoulder, with one of his arms resting across their waist, keeping them in this half hug.
Even if the ghost didn't understand a word, the illustrations of the manga were very helpful and allowed him to follow the story along with the human. Though there were things he also didn't quite understand about human behavior, it wasn't a big deal since (Y/N) would always chive in and explain him things.
As the two lay there, reading, Mr. Crawling suddenly lifted his head and pressed his lips against (Y/N)'s cheek gently, this time actually kissing them.
—"৺ ጉ נ ک ጉ ㄷ π ㄷ ८ コ ㅗ ત ટ д ! "— (Me Teach Love You)
He said in a sweet, happy tone that nearly made (Y/N)'s heart explode. Ugh, seriously who gave him the right to be so cute!?
—"ㄷコ ਦ υ ป."— (Grateful)
—"ㄷ ८ コ ㅗ ৺ ጉ נ ?"— (Like Me)
(Aaand there he goes again. Yup, high-maintenance type...)
(But he's my high-maintenance type.)
—"ㄷ ८ コ ㅗ ત ટ д."— (Like You)
They replied warmly, planting another kiss on top of his head, gaining yet another lovely giggle from the entity before returning their attention to the manga. The ghost soon following their example, settling back into his previous position, occasionally nuzzling against their shoulder like an affectionate cat. They could swear he'd be purring if he could.
And while reading the manga, (Y/N) couldn't help but smile, but also dread a little at how the next days would go now that Mr. Crawling learned about kissing and what it meant...
MC: God, how is it so fucking hot down here?
Solomon: It's the Devildom. What did you expect?
MC: I dunno! Maybe an ice tundra or some normal boring weather not a melt your skin off heatwave!
Solomon: There's not much I can do to help you there, MC. What would you want-
*Spots Simeon and Luke grooming their wings in the other room. Glances at each other*
*10 minutes later*
Simeon: You know, this isn't at all the appropriate use for our wings.
MC: *Sighs, happily getting fanned by massive angel wings and being given an ice coffee from Luke* Does that mean you're going to stop? *Pouts* It's fine if you do. It's just- I've felt like I was dying all day and your wings is the only way I've been able to cool down.
Luke: *Immediately falls for it* Don't worry MC! We're not going any where! Faster Simeon!
Simeon: *Sighs and picks up speed*
Solomon: *Cackles and cheers his glass against MC's* You, my friend are a diabolical genius.
MC: I try.
It's not that this MC genuinely wants to piss people off, because they're really good at towing the line between respecting people's boundaries and teasing. It's that MC is a little feral and thrives in environments of play-fighting. They would be someone who encourages people to be bolder and embrace their personal strengths, but they would also be doing this by being mildly annoying.
I'm thinking of that scene from Kaze Hikaru where Soji hides in bushes with a stick so he can ambush Sei to playfully 'SURPRISE ATTACK' as a valid training method. This MC's play fighting is the kind that bolsters people to feel more sure of themselves, and challenge themselves.
When this MC isn't playing, they would approach conflict very differently. They'd be incredibly ruthless when they feel pushed to the point of having to hurt someone. But, because of this, and their generally jovial nature, MC is very slow to anger and usually keeps a very level head, even if they're constantly being silly and cracking jokes.
They're a little feral, but the kind of feral that contains itself and inflicts loving torment on those they hold dear.
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This would be an MC who absolutely is a little freak. You cannot harm them in a way that matters. In fact, they're really into it. They get a thrill when people show physical aggression towards them.
Rage character who is normally composed, but becomes terrifying when angry: "I'm gonna kill you. I've decided."
MC: "Joke's on you, I'm into that."
Rage character, now put off and flustered: ".. What?"
Eventually leading to scenes like;
Rage character: "I could snap your neck. Your windpipe would fit so well in my hands."
MC, grinning.
Rage character, sighing in resigned annoyance: "But that's what you want. You would only enjoy it. I cannot win."
"Not in a way that matters, at least."
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I'm imagining an MC who ends up in a conversation like this;
Sweet, gentle, kind character who has a sense of honor and justice: "… Why does everyone wanna commit violence against you..?"
MC: "I have no idea." Turning to other people; "Hey guys, why do you feel bloodlust when you look at me?"
Intimidating character who loves teasing people: "Look, if you get to know MC long enough, you'll feel it too. It's inevitable."
Smart character who is a certified asshole: "MC loves getting their ass kicked. It's a love language thing."
Kind and honorable character: ".. Huh? Now that, I just don't believe! No one would enjoy getting their ass kicked!"
Smart asshole character: "Nah nah, you don't understand MC then. MC, do you want [Kind and honorable character] to kick your ass?"
MC, who desperately has a crush on [Kind and honorable character] and was trying to play it cool, now only capable of laughing in response.
Smart Asshole: "See? I rest my case."
Kind and honorable character, trying to defend MC's honor: "I didn't hear them confirm it! They're only laughing!"
Intimidating character: "They're laughing because it's true."
Smart Asshole: "MC, I need you to answer this question. Now."
MC's internal dialogue: "Don't say yes, it's a trap. Don't say yes, it's a trap-"
What MC says out loud: "I don't think [Kind and honorable character] COULD kick my ass."
Room silence.
Kind and honorable character sputtering noises of disbelief and indignation, Intimidating character cackling, Smart asshole shouting "I FUCKING TOLD YOU!" MC, dissolving into laughter.
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This would be an MC who consciously makes the choice to say things that makes people annoyed with them. An MC who can take it just as good as they dish it, so they attract the companionship of grittier and more gruff characters, and their presence encourages strength and grit in the characters around them. This is part of their charm, and also why people wanna kick their ass.
Cunning Ruthless character: "I used to be kind. I used to be sweet. I used to be different."
MC, now remembering when Cunning Ruthless character was younger, how they used to be sweet and kind and gentle and soft-spoken and a terminal people-pleaser. "… Actually, yeah, what happened to you?"
Cunning Ruthless character, remembering how MC tormented the people-pleasing out of them and pushed them to advocate for themself: "You did. You tormented me and I had to get good at kicking your ass."
MC, chuckling: ".. Well, you're stronger for it, I guess. You're welcome." MC flashing them a big, obnoxious grin, now laughing.
Cunning Ruthless character, slowly and lovingly reaching for MC's neck.
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I like to think this phenomenon is surface-level, so their casual friendships are aggressive, but MC is actually really loving and kind when they get to know someone. They'll still be a lil' shit, but with a fierce love for people behind it. This would be an MC who would fight tooth and nail to help people when it matters, so the people around them love them and they have a lot of meaningful relationships.
This MC would be seen as incredibly strong and dependable, because they lift the people around them up. Even if they're gonna be annoying while they do it.
Their friends fiercely love them, and even though their friends would teasingly hunt them for sport, if anyone actually hurt MC for no good reason, those same friends would be p i s s e d. Hahahahaha
Like, it's open season on dunking on MC. They'll catch strays in any conversation, and take it laughing! But.. if MC ever showed up physically hurt, or emotionally fucked up from something? Those same friends would now be ready to skin the source of MC's pain alive.
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Extra points if this MC doesn't like people seeing them hurt because they like to appear invincible/untouchable, so they don't tell their friends directly when other people or circumstances hurt them, and their friends only find out secondhand or MUCH later after the fact. Which then results in them being like "WHY DIDN'T YOU TELL US, ASSHOLE?!" cue more loving violence. Like forced self-care and making MC allow them to dote on them a little.
Extra EXTRA points if MC struggles accepting kindness and direct, earnest love, because they get excessively flustered when people are kind to them, which just makes people want to be kind to them MORE... But that overwhelms MC, so they react by being a little shit to the people who are nice to them.
Now, hear me out: a tall MC (like 6'3") in heels who knows how to use a whip and is performing burlesque (the strip tease kind) for the LADS MLs...
WARNING: MDNI/ Ageless Bios DNI Suggestive content, Poly LADs (slightly), GN reader (despite the example, it's just a rough visual) & Unbated writing!!
Here is a rough sketch of the idea and a few references:
Stay with me here!! Let me cook, PLEASE!!
What I'm thinking is that you, as the MC, play the ringmaster role in the show. You present the dancers and keep the audience entertained in between performances. During this time, you're in a full ringmaster suit (think of the reference at the top right of the picture). It hugs the frame, is shiny, and looks amazing on you. However, it's rather modest compared to the other performers. That is, until it's your turn to perform, and BOOM!!! COSTUME CHANGE!!
(aka the messy sketch above)
The guys are in the audience either sitting together or apart (depends on if you like poly LADS or not) and they have front-row seats to your burlesque performance, that they knew nothing about.
Rafayel 🧜♂️
His face is beat red but he can't look away.
Questioning if he's really as dominant as he claims to be (he'll never admit it)
If you interact with him with the whip or anything else, he will definitely jizz in his pants (or almost get to that point).
Bro literally has to try and waddle to the bathroom without getting caught.
"Renowned artist Rafayel seen sporting a stiffy after a sensual performance by Linkon's best hunter? Read all about it on page 9"
If you believe in Poly LADS, Sylus is helping him get to the bathroom while teasing the shit out of him.
He's acting like he doesn't have to go the restroom for the same reason 🙄
If he wants you to take control after that night, don't expect him to ask for it. Oh no no no.
In my opinion, this lil shit will turn the brat up to 100, till you get the memo and jump him.
It doesn't take long since you can read him like a book in the bedroom.
Sylus 🐉
Very much into this
The man already has 20 different whips on his wishlist, ready to be shipped at your say so.
His blush isn't as prominent but it's there and he isn't ashamed of it.
Freak recognize freak
If you interact with him during the performance, he'll try to hide how excited he is with his smugness but you can tell.
That man is vibrating in his seat like a rose toy on a Friday night.
Oh, he's definitely adding a few straps to that list.
And we're not talking about weapons here.
(I think I'm so funny)
By the time you guys get home Sylus already has a new kink sheet written up.
And by the end of the week, they're several new, ahem, 'toys' for you two to experiment with. To experiment on him specifically.
Caleb 🛬
Now I'm still unsure about how to write this man but I know a pathetic man whore when I see one (given he's only a whore for MC but I digress).
Is a lot like Sylus but is just as surprised as Rafayel.
This has got to be the one thing he didn't know about you and that catches him way off guard.
But like I said, the man is not opposed to it.
His imagination is already going wild with all kinds of fantasies.
Lowkey tapping into his inner dog boy.
He is the first to get on his knees and beg. Prove me wrong, you can't!
If you interact with him during the performance, he actively leans into it like a man in a daze.
You can practically see heart eyes on his stupid goofy face. Dumbass is drunk on your presence.
Think of those love scenes in those Loney Tunes cartoons.
My point is the minute you pull away, he nearly falls out of his seat.
And if he's there with any of his academy friends, like Gideon, he's never living that shit down.
If you like Poly Lads, Zayne has to pull that idiot back so he doesn't plant face-first on the floor.
Speaking of the responsible doctor-
Zayne ❄️
In all, he's quite impressed by the show and your part as the showman.
Of course, he shows that in his own stoic, Zayney way. Calm, composed and with his little micro expressions.
Ya, all of that is thrown out the window the minute your strip tease starts.
I saw someone say that they think Zayne's evol gets a little out of control when he's feeling strong emotions and ya, it gets a lil chilly in there.
Like no joke, it starts to snow a little during your performance and you use it to your advantage.
When you're interacting with him during your performance, his ears go beat red.
Zayne isn't sure if he'll pass out from shock or lack of blood flow to his brain first.
While the show is winding down and everyone's giving their applause, Zayne is left wondering how he's gonna get out of here without signaling his "problem" to the entire room.
He's glad he brought a coat today.
Xavier ✨️
Like Caleb, I'm still unsure how to write Our Little Prince but I'll try my best.
To be quite frank, if the situation doesn't involve you, meat, space (or the other MLs) he's falling asleep.
So any performance that doesn't involve you, he's conked out. Either with his head on the table or on Rafayel's shoulder (StarFish supremacy!!).
However, when your performance comes up, he's definitely at attention (in more ways than one)
You know what I said about evols getting out of control because of strong emotion?
Ya if you so much as insinuate anything his way during your act, let alone touch him, Xavi is lighting up like a BTS bobble light (don't @ me ok).
While he's waiting for you after the show, you find him doing some research about BDSM. Specifically submission.
Expect to Dom for the next month.
In all, they're all gettin pegged at the end of the day. Hell, even Zayne is considering it.
Buuut that's all for now. Sorry if my mad rambles are a bit illegible, I just needed to get this idea out 😅
Lemme know if I should continue this idea and write a, kind of, part 2 because I forgot to add how MCs height plays into this 🤔
Oh well~
-Sincerly Professor Boob
N/A: I just did some editing and spell-checks. It still may not be perfect but I don't have a beta reader so we make do o(T◇T o)
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Overachiever mommy issues MC being sent to RAD and even after being killed, wanting to keep that drive while refusing to take a break. They were chosen, they won’t fail again like they feel they’ve always failed. They want to be something more than broken goods.
And yet, they’re tired. And even after years of no contact, all they can is cry— for their mother, despite it all.
[Edit: Forgot to do a content warning I'm so sorry! CW: escalating tension, drinking/alcohol. Not really angsty but a random demon decides to be rude.]
You and the brothers are all at a party at The Fall. Everyone's having a good time, the music has a nice beat, the color-changing lights are vibrant and you're sipping on a rather fruity glass of demonus. It feels much more akin to a rave than the typical more toned down parties you've attended with the brothers, part of the reason tonight feels so special. Everyone seems much more relaxed, like they're letting loose and just having fun.
Asmo and Mammon dragged Lucifer to the dance floor and, to your surprise, Lucifer was laughing and smiling as he danced with them. Levi and Beel sat at the bar together, laughing over the very fun drinks they ordered. There had to be at least a good at 6 inches of whipped cream over the rim of the glasses, both with colorful bendy straws bent and shaped into hearts. Levi pulled him closer and held up a peace sign as they took a selfie together. You, Satan, and Belphie had all been sitting together taking a breather from the dance floor when you realized your glass was empty. You excused yourself and began heading over to the bar when one particularly bold demon decided to start shit with you.
The demon shoulder checks you hard. The force sends your drink shattering to the floor. Without really thinking, you go to apologize for bumping into them but they cut you off and start mouthing to you about how you need to watch where you're going and blah blah blah. You decide you wanna be the bigger person (you don't want murder charges because this demon stands NO chance against you) and you start to walk away. The demon keeps egging you on. It's starting to cause a scene and people staring. Your back is to the demon when you feel something wet seeping into your clothes and droplets rolling down your skin. Demonus is spilled down the back of your neck, it's in your hair and all over your back, effectively ruining your nice attire. It catches everyone in The Fall off-guard. The music slows and the spotlights stop moving. It's quiet, like people are afraid to speak and as the situation finally sets in, something in you snaps.
Mammon and Satan are both at your sides in a heartbeat, they each wait patiently as you take out any piercings you have that you hand off to them. At the same time, Leviathan and Asmodeus are crouched on the floor next to your feet. They each undo the straps of your uncomfortable but fancy shoes and help you step out of them. Behind you, Beelzebub gently ties back your hair and clips back any loose strands so they don't get in your way. Once you're free of your piercings and shoes and your hair is tied back, Belphegor helps you shrug off your jacket. He stands aside, holding it to his chest giving you a small smile. And while they're all stone-faced and serious with determination burning in their eyes, they give you an aggressive thumbs-up.
You begin finally approaching the demon, now adequately prepared to give them a piece of your mind, when Lucifer appears suddenly and smoothly places a tall glass of demonus in your hands. While it doesn't have the same effect as alcohol from the human world, the sentiment is nice and it adds a decent fear factor when you down it in one gulp, considering most demons don't know demonus doesn't effect humans. Lucifer smirks at you when you give him the empty glass back. He gives a slight bow before signaling to the DJ to start the music back up.
You look to your opponent and they're looking at you with eyes the size of saucers. You look downright deadly with the way you're staring them down. The music kicks in with an aggressive beat and the spotlights start moving again, occasionally bathing you in vibrant violet light, highlighting your icy expression. You’re terrifying. Especially with having the 7 demon lords standing several feet behind you, all with the same death glare you have. The demon isn't feeling very bold anymore.
Pt. 2 (If the link isn't working look at my pinned masterlist and go to the fanfic links page)
Solomon wanting to be bred knowing full well it would be impossible to get him pregnant, and the fact he wouldn't even want to actually be pregnant if it WERE possible, but loving the idea of being pounded so hard it defies biology...
Dom!Top!MC x Sub!Bottom!Solomon
Warnings: Solomon has a breeding kink without actually wanting to get pregnant, he just wants to be pounded to death, he wants to be the one to be bred, reader is amab. Pronouns are gender neutral.
No actual sex in this part, just Solomon's imagination running wild. An old man can dream.
Also I wrote this at 3 am with a wrist brace on due to an injury, Obey Me brainrot hit so hard that I defied such weakness /j
This is being posted at 4 am, I am eepy deepy
Solomon: Am I pregnart? /ref (This is not an MPreg fic, I don't do pregnancy fics in general, I just thought it would be silly to write Solomon desperately wanting to be bred until he can't even think)
Yes there will be a part two
NSFW under the cut
Pants filled the air, frustration welling up in the white-haired sorcerer as he desperately palmed at the tent in his pants. This had been happening far more often lately, his fantasies running wild each time he thought about you, his favorite apprentice.
He found himself rushing off to his room regularly now, unable to keep his thoughts of you at bay. He always looked so composed on the outside, but it felt like he had a raging wildfire on the inside. One that only you could quell.
He had been dropping hints here and there. Some were less obvious, with others being so obvious that he knows there's no way you aren't playing dumb on purpose. He had been doing everything he could to rile you up and get you to just take him then and there, but each attempt ended in failure.
His mind drifted away from his frustrations for a moment, fantasizing about the things he wanted you to do to him. He thought about you finally, finally bending him over and practically ripping his clothes off, giving him barely any time to use a spell to sound proof his room and lock the door.
His cock only continued to protest against the confines of his clothing. In one quick move he all but ripped his pants and boxers off, just how you did in his fantasy but without the damage to his clothes. He thought about how you'd waste no time in touching him, exploring his body and the markings he had from all the pacts he was in.
You'd trace each one, teasing him as your faint touches only fueled the blood rushing to his weeping cock. You'd trace your hand around his thighs, going so close to where he wanted you before you pulled back, staring down at him like he was some piece of prey.
He could barely control his breathing as fantasy you went back again and squeezed one of his thighs, making him let out a shaky breath. He finally let his hand start to travel towards his cock, imagining it was yours instead. Fuck, he needed you. The demon brothers were always dragging you away, giving him little time to have you for even a day.
The frustration that was building up at that thought vanished as soon as he touched his cock, making him let out a small gasp of surprise, as if it wasn't his own hand touching him. His eyes were squeezed closed as he continued to imagine you, your strokes were slow and teasing, circling the head of his cock every so often. It felt like you were trying to drive the poor man mad.
He suppressed a shiver as "you" suddenly circled a finger around his rim, hearing "you" mutter a spell that lubricated your fingers as you teased the outside of his entrance. Normally he'd be embarrassed by the moan he let out as his finger breached his hole in reality, but he couldn't care less since all he could focus on was you in his imagination. He gave himself a moment to adjust before he started to move the finger inside of him, and he couldn't stop himself from imagining how you'd look at him as you fingered him. How you'd mock and tease him for getting so worked up over one finger. Or maybe you'd coo at him, telling him how pretty he looks under you. Either one was driving him wild as he slipped a second finger inside of himself.
He started off slow at first, using his fingers to drag along his insides in a way that made him shiver. It wasn't long before his patience ran thin though, quickly ramming his fingers inside and out of him as he moaned your name into his empty room, the wet squelching causing his face to heat up in embarrassment at how he was acting, but he just couldn't stop himself. He used his other hand to tug at his cock, stroking himself fast as he got closer to his release.
It wasn't enough, it just wasn't enough. He needed your cock so badly. He needed to be bred by you even though he knew it was physically impossible for him to get pregnant. Hell, he didn't even WANT to get pregnant if he could, but the thought of you fucking him so hard and deep that it defied the literal laws of nature turned him on so badly that it hurt. He needed your cum deep inside him, pounding your seed from previous rounds even deeper into him until he couldn't even think properly.
He couldn't stop himself from letting out a deep moan as he finally came all over his shirt, having forgotten to remove it earlier in his frantic state. Once he finally snapped back to reality and gently pulled his fingers out of him, he couldn't help but cringe at the feeling of his cum seeping through his shirt. That only made him think about what you'd say if you saw him so desperate like this though, frustration welling up again as he felt himself rub his thighs together.
Fuck.
He used a spell to clean his hands quickly as he grabbed his DDD, searching for your name as he finally sent you a message.
monSOLO: "Please, I need you so badly, just come over and fuck me already."
monSOLO: "I know you've seen my hints. I've seen how you look at me when I've given you them. Come over. Please."
monSOLO: "I know you're reading my messages right now. Fuck...come over. Please."
He was almost ready to give up and accept defeat until he suddenly saw the three moving dots signifying you were typing. He gripped his phone as if it would slip from his hands any moment. His cock slowly started to twitch back to life as he read your message.
MC: "I'm coming over right now. I hope you aren't planning on using your legs too much tomorrow, I'm not letting you go until I've drained every last drop I have into you."
Fuck. You truly were going to drive him mad, in the best way he could ever ask for from his lovely apprentice.
