achoonihaachu

[achoonihaachu]

I HAVE ARRIVED FROM THE HELLISH SITE TIKTOK

WHERE DO YOU GUYS KEEP FINDING ME FROM PLS WHAT TIKTOK IS THIS,,

(d-do they talk about this being my sneeze kink blog? /nsrs)

[achoonihaachu]

I will start crying and beatboxing if you actually—

bet, this is now a sneeze kink friendly blog. for all your sneeze kink needs, my messages are open

(i was considering writing something for kinktober but the fact that this could potentially be requested and I wouldn't know how to even begin to- *sweats profusely*)

#imintosneezing

[achoonihaachu]

Wait a sneeze kink exists-? When- how- wha- o.O

MY THOUGHTS EXACTLY?! I JUST- I NEED TO KNOW WHAT PART OF SNEEZING CAN BE CATEGORIZED AS "that shit right there? spank bank material"

#sneezekinkblog #imjk #unless...

[achoonihaachu]

[1:12 AM] Savior

tw: implication of anxiety attack and ptsd, not proof read!

“It felt selfish. I knew I was selfish. Seeing them shed the tears I used to work so hard in stopping. I’d save every drop in neverending bottles but what can one do when you become the cause of their heartache? 

I remember the starless nights spent under covers, the thunder rumbling slowly in some faraway corner of the land. My younger brothers all huddled and holding onto each other, their eyes shined in the red moonlight, fear reflecting in the small salty tears that slid down their cheeks. I felt frantic as I wiped away their doubts with a quickly dampening cloth. In the middle of the small huddle of tiny bodies laid an infant coddled in green velvet fabric. He whined softly, his lips forming a pout as he peaked up at me with his crystalline eyes. The corners of his eyes were like the seas, threatening to spill over during thunderous nights like these. Jostling gently, I managed to poke my head out of the covers that felt like lead threatening to crush my precious brothers.  

Lucifer was never around.

A quick glance to the ceiling was enough to soothe my own rapidly beating heart. As long as I’m here, no one could hurt them. It wouldn’t be an exaggeration to say that I would tear through the Heavens and the lands of Hell to keep them safe and happy.

I remember all the packs of chips I’d secretly open in hopes of enjoying something on my own to only be found out by the eldest between the twins. With a smile, I’d give the redhead everything left. Then, the tiny infant with little devil horns grew too heavy in my arms and he was quick to grow rebellious. Satan was by far the most troublesome of my baby brothers. A little rascal-turned-destructive tornado when he’s deprived of the attention he so needed. With a gentle shake of my head, I simply watched as he destroyed his tiny reading corner again.

Quite frankly, I can still feel the prickle of splinters at the tips of my fingers from all the times I rebuilt his torn up room. 

Levi was quite a bit the wildcard– always has been and always will be. Now, he barely looks at me and when he does, he sneers and pokes fun at me for some reason or another but I remember the days when he used to never go a moment without holding my hand. I remember when he had night terrors from… The Fall. I used to be the only one to run to his room to hold him as he struggled to breathe normally. 

I could feel my resolve crumbling. I fought for my family but when I struggle carrying the weight of my world on my shoulders, I have no one to turn to. It felt pointless but the minute– the split second moment– Asmo hugged me when I cooked dinner one terrible night, I just felt… It felt like I could, one day, have everything I wanted.

Speaking of Asmo though, he was the sweetest when he was younger. He’d praise me for everything and sometimes I felt like I was doing everything right. My hands were tied, I… I was limited but I did my best to continue being the best for him– for them. 

Even for my big brother.

Remember when I told you Levi had night terrors when he was younger? Well, Belphie, too, suffered a lot with things haunting him in his sleep. Maybe it was the worst for him because of his sin but he was closest to Lilith. I–

I can’t go into detail how far I went to comfort him. Your precious little human ears might not be able to handle it, really. When they were all old enough, I thought “maybe it’s my time!” I thought I deserved to be held the way I held them. The way I managed to balance that almost overflowing cup for them- maybe they could pour a bit into their own individual cups for me. Maybe I deserved a break but… they kept relying on me to keep the pieces of our family together. I was this indispensable piece of a chessboard but, like when the Queen is also at risk of being captured, she needs to be sacrificed for the safety of the King. I felt like I couldn’t rely on them. Does that make any sense?

I was the Queen on the chessboard, in a game where I was on the losing side. A single wrong move could end in a checkmate.

Lucifer has always loved Chess.

The thought of him makes my blood boil, honestly. He makes me sick to my stomach but… I can’t help but admire him as if he personally took time out of his day to hang the stars in the sky. I chase that same feeling of being able to depend on him. It… has been way too long since I’ve even thought of it.

As cocky as this may sound, it feels like they need me more than I need them. They rely on me like I was the air they breathe. Without me, there wouldn’t be a family anymore, whether they are willing to admit it to themselves or not. 

When they look at me, all they see is the money-grubbing, stupid brother who cares about riches over anything in all three realms. They don’t know of all the sleepless, terrifying nights I’ve spent to lull them into a sense of peace and security. They don’t know of the missed lunches or the way I sat on the speckless tiles in our bathroom as I… just felt the wind get knocked out of my lungs. The way the room shrank and shook as I heaved all on my own. I get the flashbacks too, you know? The pain I felt when I had my wings be practically torn out of my body. The gashes and the scabs that never truly healed.

It’s selfish though, for me to complain about the experience we shared.

I’ll just have to stay the stupid, greedy brother. The one too uncaring for others feelings, so reckless to the point I am driven to madness by even the smallest amount of money or gold. 

That way, they still sort of care about my actions and reprimand me for going too far. 

Lucifer finally shed tears, whether of sadness or frustration is beyond me, when I handed him the letter with nasty death threats I got from my old casino buddies. It was complex, the feeling I mean.

Even if it’s for just a moment, he looked at me with worry shining in his eyes. The way they used to.

I can hear my brothers clamor against the office door to eavesdrop.

I hear Asmo sniffle.”

#mammon x reader #obey me headcanons #obey me swd #obey me #obey me brothers #obey me fic

[achoonihaachu]

i thought you were a sneeze kink blog for a second 😭

god, sometimes i really wish i was. /j

(also, excuse me... sneeze kink?!)

#iamnowasneezekinkblog

[achoonihaachu]

See U Later ; Ch. 2

a/n: hi! this is chapter 2 to See U Later! i am so sorry about the wait but i hope this sorta makes up for it? <33 i've got a bunch of different drafts for new works so i hope to post something for you all again very soon! i hope u enjoy and ilya very much!

warnings: none as of this part!, oh and not proof read (again)

pairings: ALL THE SHIPS IN THIS FIC ARE PLATONIC! (chapter two main pairing: child!MC x Lucifer)

Honestly, you were anything but a defenseless, little thing. They expected all possible personalities from a child but you never showed them an ounce of fear or apprehension– they were all, quite frankly, flustered.

Sure, when you walked in, a flash of terror fell upon your delicate features but when the introductions and explanations were done, they had expected a more explosive reaction. Screaming bloody murder, perhaps you’d even try running away but— no. You stood your ground and peered up at their tall frames. You shrug, flashed them the smile you were taught to do when you were presented to families looking to adopt before you turned on your heel to find some place more cozy.

The men around you eyed you as you sat in a vacant chair with a headrest painted hues of blue and purple. You were an odd child. As they went on with their meeting, you fell into deep slumber waiting patiently for further instruction. Your slumped figure curled up into a ball reminded the Avatar of Gluttony of a certain someone and the imagery sent a pang of… some emotion through the echoing caverns of his heart.

You had met Leviathan when you went home with the brothers. He was a blur– rambling on about how it was such an “uncool and normie” move on Diavolo’s part to leave a human child with some of the most feared demons in the entire realm… You stifled your giggling as you watched his tail swing to and fro– He was funny. You felt like braiding his shaggy bangs. For some reason, you also felt the urge to step on his tail. You’d never tell him that though. Diavolo and Barbatos offered to let you live with them in the castle but you shook your head and glanced at the only ravenette. For some strange reason, you liked him– you felt… safe. From that moment on, you were to be under the care of the Seven Avatars of Sin, all beings manifested from humanity’s most hellish behavior but here you were, being tucked into bed by the eldest.

“Um, Lucifer?” You whispered as he shut the table lamp off.

You heard him hum in acknowledgement as he looked around the room— Surely, it would suffice. The too-big bed swallowed you whole into its cushiony white surface, your arms neatly folded on top of the duvet, surprisingly proper and prim for a human child. You were hardly visible under the high quality feather-soft blankets they purchased for you. His long slender fingers danced up to tuck a piece of your hair away behind your ear. 

“I met all your other brothers. Where’s the last one?”

You noted the way his breath hitched in his throat, the way his hand hovered over the crown of your head as he looked down at you.

His smile was wry as he cleared his throat and pulled away from you. “He’s up in the human world on behalf of all demonkind as the exchange student there. Just like how you represent humans. Now… I expect that you will go to sleep as soon as I leave this room. Goodnight, (MC).” 

Before you could pipe up with another comment, he spins on his heel and exits your room, the door clicking softly behind him as he shuts it. He didn’t realize he was holding his breath until he walked a little ways away. 

He marched to his office and made an extremely lengthy call to Diavolo again to complain and to scold the prince. 

A part of him was starting to regret this.

The first weeks went by without much of a hitch. You acclimated pretty well but you only ever left your room to smuggle Devildom snacks to your room at the wee hours in the morning. You were like a ghost living with them for a while and Lucifer felt himself getting irked by the thought of the exchange program floundering on the human side because of some careless mistake they made whilst signing the paperwork.

That was until the dinner fiasco.

Lucifer had his hands full. His brothers were of no use to him– they only added to his problems by messing things up and by forgetting their duties in the first place. Satan was nowhere to be seen, Mammon had stolen his wallet, Beelzebub ate all the raw ingredients for dinner, Leviathan was holed up in his room like always and Asmodeus was off gossiping with his group of “succu-bitches”.

Which left you behind in a giant empty library filled with text you understood not a single word of. He had collected you a bit earlier in the day in hopes of rounding up his entire family to teach you more about their culture– it was an effort on his part to ensure the success of this program. With the way you were left alone for about 3 hours, it was pretty evident that was not happening. You felt your stomach grumble as the light of the moon crept through the bloodshot skies.

Lucifer ran through the empty hallways, of which their walls radiated with his rage. He was seething. No one was making dinner, no one had taken care of you and—

In the moment of his saturated rage, something broke him out of his trance. Wafting through the air, he smelt something unfamiliar but delicious– he could even feel his mouth start salivating. As a demon, he really had no use for food, he could live without eating if he really felt like it but he indulged in the activity. 

It made him feel like he was living.

Like a goofy character you’d see in old-timey cartoons, he somewhat floated off to where he smelled… your cooking? His surprise was only overshadowed by the hunger he felt. He hadn’t felt a hunger pang as strong as this in what felt like eons.

You were practically microscopic in the kitchen, the tall counters were your height so all he really saw was the top of your head, your hair messily combed up into a hairnet.

You looked like an adorable tiny server.

“(MC)? What is the meaning of… all this?” He questioned warily, hands motioning in the air as he eyed the plates of food haphazardly placed on the counters. You bend down to grab something with a huff, the visible crown of your head dipping beyond his line of sight before he sees you rounding the corner, waddling with a stepping stool in your arms.

You look up at him with wide doe eyes, sweat making your supple skin glisten in the light of the kitchen lights. You had managed to dig up Mammon’s old apron, from when he was smaller and scrawnier and even that was a tad too long on you. You had managed to dirty the ratty old thing after Diavolo knows how long and a part of him… Misses the ruckus his younger brothers used to make. 

“Hi, Lucifer. I kinda got hungry and Beelzebub wasn’t here so I.. I made some food for all of us.” You trailed off at the end, your voice growing quiet as though you felt embarrassed– He was surprised at that shift in emotion. He nodded and approached the plates. He found it almost innocently laughable how obvious it was that you tried to make the food look neat and presentable.

He discreetly wipes away the sauce that stained the white rim of the plate before you realized.

You hand him a spoon and with eyes full of anticipation and worry, you motion for him to take a bite. Lucifer bites his tongue as he looks down at you. Before he could even register his next actions, he places his hands on your side and lifts you up to sit on the countertop.

“L-Lucifer?! You scared me!” You cried out as you readjusted yourself on the cool marble. He mumbles an apology coolly as he focuses his attention on your cooking once more– and a brilliant idea pops up in his head.

This would be a perfect time to introduce him as the demon he was.

“Now, (MC), I must warn you. I have never been a demon of patience and biased behavior. I represent Pride in its purest form. Pride can be beautiful but what I represent isn’t that. I am Lucifer Morningstar, I am the right hand man of Prince Diavolo. I do everything with practiced perfection and I expect that whatever is presented before me is also done with the level of intricacy I exude.” He lifted the plate up to his eyes and the smell was enthralling. 

Never has he smelled anything as heavenly before.

He eyes you and sees the crease between your eyebrows and the tense rise of your normally lax shoulders. He decides to tease a little further, “(MC), can you guarantee that you have done just that? Can you say with confidence that you’ll impress even a demon such as myself?” 

He takes his sweet time lifting the spoon and scraping a biteful into the shallow bowl. He finds amusement in the tense silence, nothing but the sound of you picking at your fingernails filling the air. He maintains eye contact with you till the last second before he simply closes his eyes and gently places the spoon in his mouth.

A beat of silence passes before it completely washes over the both of you, like a wave far out at sea. You refused to take your eyes off your guardian, fists now clenched as he chews with his eyes closed. How cruel of a grown man to put a child through such a tense situation.

You roll your eyes as you remember that he was evil in its physical form.

He finally swallows the food and cracks an eye open to look at you. His face was unreadable; his lips downturned in a stoic frown, his eyes weren’t carrying any essence of disgust or confusion.

He puts the plate down beside you, spoon still in his other hand before he takes a single step closer, your knees grazing the golden buttons on the lower pockets of his uniform top. “My, (MC)....” He trails off as his frown deepens into a scowl.

He saw the way you animatedly gulped and he bites his tongue.

“That dish was otherworldly. You must cook for Diavolo and Barbatos next time.” He says nonchalantly before he reaches back for the plate and goes on about eating his portion of food, like he didn’t just keep you in terrifying suspense for nothing.

You finally breathed a sigh of relief before you blinked and reached over the counter for the wooden handle of the ladle you used. You wordlessly stared at it before you smack Lucifer on the chest with it.

He was absolutely astonished.

The eldest stares at you in disbelief before his eyes drag down to his uniform where a very telling stain formed over the crest of the school was embroidered. You frowned at him, “You deserved that for making me worry about the food.”

Before he could respond, Mammon walks in with an obnoxious pair of bedazzled sunglasses on his face.

“Yo, Lucifer. What’s for dinner— Ow! What the he– Stop! Ow!”

You didn’t realize how quickly Lucifer actually moved– Honestly, you didn’t even notice nhim take the ladle from you.

As the two eldest ran out of the kitchen, you managed to hop off the counter and place the plates at the dinner table.

Maybe eating dinner with them for the first time wouldn’t be so bad.

#obey me x reader #obey me headcanons #obey me shall we date #obey me x mc #obey me brothers #obey me fic #obey me lucifer #obey me #obey me swd #omswd #obey me mammon #obey me asmo #obey me satan #obey me asmodeus #obey me beelzebub #obey me beel fluff #obey me belphegor #obey me leviathan #obey me belphie

[achoonihaachu]

Can u make a masterlist for obey me I'm getting really lazy find the other parts lmao sorry if I ask too much-💀🤍

hi friend! it's alright lmaoo! here's a link for u!

https://achoonihaachu.tumblr.com/post/671567048806137856/achoos-masterlist

[achoonihaachu]

hii! may i please have a link to your masterlist? i read the "god must hate me" au fic, and was wanting(probably needing at this point lol) a part 2 to it :') i went to the comments and saw that you mentioned something about having a masterlist where it includes the rest of the fic's parts, but i can't find it :')

hii! i hope this helps 🥺 here's the link to my masterlist!

https://achoonihaachu.tumblr.com/post/671567048806137856/achoos-masterlist

[achoonihaachu]

OMMGGGGGGG your works is a b s o l u t e l y AMAZINGGGGGG

I've been reading your works recently and leeeeeet me tell you they are work of art. Literally.

Some of them be leaving me sobbing tho.. Like that's how good it is. The way you write the characters is so well done too, even if they have the most down right dogshit personality they always left my jaw on the floor (like in a positive way ya know)

And ngl some even left me simping for the after likeeee 10 minutes (looking at your oc Yuki, ngl they fine as hell and kinda badasss even tho they kinda lied to us but what ever idgaf she cute as fuuh)

But I'm a bit curious tho like.. Are you gonna make more endings? (Talking about the replaced MC au "God must hate me" or sum) because I've read that you wrote that you'll do 3-4 endings. Orrrrrr it's just two endings

Likeeee if so is the other ending gonna end with us leaving the bros with Yuki?

(Feel free to ignore this if you don't feel like answering, btw also pls pls plssss don't feel pressured into writing the endings. I'm just kinda curious and also thank you VERRRRYYY much for taking your time reading this. Thanks!)

NAUURR I ALWAYS FEEL SO FLUSTERED WHENEVER SOMEONE SAYS NICE THINGS ABOUT MY WORK T_T (also yuki a baddie but also a babie)

regarding other endings tho! i've had ending 3 in my drafts for a few months now, i haven't posted it because it always felt a bit ehh to me! the characters are all important to me and i want your reading experience to be rollercoaster rides hehe! i might post ending 3 (and maybe even 4 👀) in august after i post a few other things i've been working on! please look forward to it and thank you so much for taking time out of your days to read my work ☹️💗

[achoonihaachu]

Sun in Her Eyes

A re-imagining of Obey Me.

"What would happen if Lucifer knew from the very beginning of your connection to Lilith?"

tw: toxic behavior (luci!), not proofread hehe, 12 am thoughts penned into angst

!play Glimpse of Us by Joji

(ps: i missed you all so much! pretty sure this whole thing's a little messy but i hope you still like it!)

It has never been about you. 

The way your face just blends in with the rest of the student body so seamlessly like washed out watercolor on damp paper– you were a dime a dozen. You were dispensable, replaceable in his eyes but on stormy nights and under sheets of satin and fine silk, for just a millisecond he can feel her. He can see the unending pools of wonder that she had in her eyes… they shone just as brightly in yours but the second he blinks, it’s gone and you’re unidentifiable again.

Just another one to pass the time with.

Eons. He spent eons living in indulgence, his ego stroked with every girl that hung off his arms- drunk on his charm and his allure. The dutiful dog going through the motions, numb to the idea of feeling yet embodying the emotion most obnoxious and irritating. He found himself chasing that high.

He was never able to grieve properly. He was too frazzled to really understand, perhaps. Seeing her bleed out in his arms, all he could hear was a high pitch ringing reminiscent of a whine as he stared. All he could comprehend in that moment was how two figures loomed over him. The next thing he knew, he was making a deal with the devil and he...

Well, he managed to set her free from Death’s grasp.

On the nights he’s free, he sits with a bottle of expensive liquor and ponders on the possibilities. She had a soul, sure, but where on Earth would she go? The Gates of Heaven were eternally shut to him and his family, that much was obvious but she had the purest of souls.

If only Father wasn’t such a prick.

His smile would sour ever so slightly when he remembers how he wasn’t able to properly say goodbye. Surely she had to be dead at this point if Diavolo made true to his word. When they first fell, he’d spend hours upon hours just sitting by her makeshift grave and just think.

He never grieved, just thought and talked.

As the years went by, he spent less and less time on her and more and more time living the sin he embodied. The once daily visit turned into a weekly drop-by to just a quick sit down whenever he could. He swore, her soul never left him alone.

Maybe it was why he got so comfortable with leaving her be.

His brothers, once loving and concerned, slowly drifted yet for the life of him, he could never truly care how far from shore they went. He was Pride personified, he could reel them back in whenever he pleased. 

He let them be, ensuring they at least had enough food and had money to spare for their own wants and needs. He spent most of his days trapped behind a desk in between four walls that heard and saw every little thing he did. Silence and disdain grew in the household and it was practically crumbling before his very eyes until—

“Lucifer, I will be holding an exchange program.”

Damn this Prince and his never ending quest for peace and unity. He sounded like a deranged politician, really. The avatar forces himself to not roll his eyes as the prince waddles into his messy office one morning with a stack of files that was comically tall.

He was tasked to go through each and every eligible candidate and to dwindle them down slowly. The sun rose as he did and set without him, he stayed glued to his lush leather chair with the intent of appeasing the man he was forever indebted to.

Sleep was a curse that he still had to deal with and as it sweetly called for his name, he flips through a folder and all the lethargy leaves his body as he stiffens like a pole; it was as if he was doused with a bucket of freezing cold water. He drops the file and stares blankly at the photo attached.

It was as though his Father garnered starlight and put them in your eyes... just the way he did with her. His breath hitches in his throat as he sees that mischievous, toothy grin. He rubs his eyes, his mind was definitely pulling tricks and just as he expected-

You were nothing like his dear Lilith.

Your eyes shone like the sun, not the stars. You were much too different from her, no. He would never let himself compare a mere mortal to his beloved sister. You weren’t her and you could never be half of a fraction of the person she was.

So why did he find himself bringing your file to Diavolo’s office, the rest of the candidates trashed and stored somewhere in his home office?

What proof did he have to even assume that he saw her in you?

Without much as a second thought, you get approved and all he has to wait for is your arrival. He felt himself lose his composure as the days went by. He’d walk past a room covered in plastic. Its clean, bright image is the complete contrast to the dark and gloom of the rest of the house. 

He sat on the speckless sofa couch clad in cellophane the day before your arrival. 

You walk into the meeting room like a dream and he fell right into you. He was enamored, completely and wholly and you were none the wiser.

“My name is Lucifer.”

“It’s a pleasure to meet you. My name’s...“

He zoned out as he stared down at your frame. You were dangerous.

And you didn’t even know it.

Your first few nights in the Devildom were normal…ish? You got along swell with Beelzebub, the gentle giant was easy to soothe on his rampages. Lucifer noted how skilled you were in the kitchen and he decides that that’s one of the points that got him to pick you. As an avatar of Sin, deceit was his second nature.

Mammon quickly grew attached to you, regardless of your lineage. He loved how wild yet grounding you were. Lucifer decides that you were chosen because you were a good role model for the wild child of the family. 

He didn’t realize that included deceiving himself.

You weren’t able to make a breakthrough with the other brothers and a part of Lucifer, some sick part of his heart was happy. Only he knew this little detail of you, something that made you so indescribably special and important and his brothers were living their lives in the sweet bliss of ignorance.

He had Lilith all to himself.

He kept his distance at first but you were like this magnet that kept pulling him closer and closer. On sleepless nights, drunken secrets are shared between two souls in a room of plastic. The way he stared at your lips. The way his gaze would dart up to meet yours before he turns away.

He left you confused.

Your relationship grew tumultuous as the days passed by. He’d sneak into your room in the wee hours in the morning and wake you with a gentle kiss. His vision was blurry enough that if he didn’t think about it, he'd see her again.

Clothed in all white, in all her innocent glory. He’d stare at you and blink and... she’d be there but before he could reach out to hold her, he’d look down and see you in his arms.

He’d bite his lip till it bled, the rich flavor of his blood a stark contrast to the sweet gloss that you wore on your soft lips. He’d close his eyes and hold you tightly in his arms. He’d forget the stolen kisses and focus on the beating of your heart.

The beating of her heart.

Yours.

Hers.

The memories he shared with her blending and combining with whatever little moment you two would share in the privacy of your room.

If he holds onto her memory, it’s like she was never gone. If he tries hard enough, you’d look like her in the light at midday.

He’d look deep into your eyes, eyes swirling with wonder and awe, and he’d see her dancing in flower fields.

He’d smile at you fondly and when you smile back he feels a pang in his chest.

Because you will never be her.

But...

He’d do anything just so he could find a glimpse of her again.

---

“Lucifer?”

He snapped out of his daydream as quickly as he entered it. You sat across from him, drowning in your adorable turtleneck sweater, with a cup of hot chocolate in your dainty hands. Your brows furrowed in concern as you reached out cautiously.

“Is everything all right?”

His smile was wry. He takes your hand in his, your pretty promise ring shining in the dim light of the patio. Your hair was longer than when you first came. Your face etched with new wrinkles that held memories and adventures that were now in your past.

Every passing day, you looked more and more like her.

“Everything will be alright as long as I have you by my side.”

That same lopsided grin.

The same shine in your eyes.

“I love you.”

#obey me swd #obey me #obey me x reader #obey me headcanons #obey me shall we date #obey me x mc #obey me brothers #omswd #obey me fic #obey me lucifer #shall we date obey me #obey me angst

[achoonihaachu]

helloo! Ive recently found your blog through your replaced mc au and i just read your children mc au. I know your requests are closed, I just wanted to ask if there are going to be future chapters for the child mc au?

!! hii !! there will be chapters posted in the future, i've just been juggling so many different things right now and i haven't been able to write :<< i miss updating quite a bit and i have plans on posting writing for other fandoms (?) about other things, i mean ... hehe! so i apologize for not being active but i hope you all continue being patient with me for a little while longer !! i'll be back with a vengeance >:((

[achoonihaachu]

CAME HERE FROM TIKTOK

WHAT THE FUCK IS HAPPENING

[achoonihaachu]

Came here from a tiktok too. My friend has been crying abt your God Must Hate Me fic for 2 days please fix them-

oh my goodness- i come back from my hiatus (school's almost over and i'm going to be in college soon :')) aND I FIND OUT MY STORY'S BEEN FEATURED IN A TIKTOK???? SINCE WHEN- ALDJSKJS

[achoonihaachu]

Hi! Can I request a fic where F!Mc was brought into the exchange programme at the age of 11-13 the brothers loved her (platonic) and cared deeply about her but then the exchange programme comes to an end and F!Mc goes back to the human world but then around 5/6 years later the brothers go to the human world and they see F!Mc but this time she was around 17 and they all got quiet emotional and they were all proud of how much she had grown?

You doing have to do this if you don’t feel comfortable! 😅

See U Later

a/n: it's been a while >_< school has literally been so rough and i'm pretty sure my soul's 45% up the stairs of heaven by now. anyways! i've had this request sitting in my messages for a little while and i've found it to be such an interesting storyline so i couldn't help myself soooo i decided to make it into a series! :>> it'll be a lot shorter than my god must hate me series but i hope you still enjoy :D i missed writing so this was nice ilya <33 (ALSO PLEASE SHOW LUKE'S VA ALL THE LOVE WHEN THE SONG AND THE AUDIO DRAMA DROP!!) (i wasn't able to do this for dia and barb so im starting now >:(()

warnings: none as of this part!, oh and not proof read (again)

pairings: ALL THE SHIPS IN THIS FIC ARE PLATONIC! the boys are all brotherly (even fatherly at some points lmao)

“Do you promise to visit?”

“We’ll never be too far, sweetheart.”

Figures out of focus dance around in your memories; Shadows– mere wisps of the essence of someone you used to hold dear in your heart. They plague every dream and soothe every nightmare but you could never make out a face.

Seven faces you used to caress in hopes of burning the very image of them into your mind. You’d memorize every curve and sharp angle on their faces, every curl in their hair, every crinkle by their eyes when they smiled. It’s a shame, really.

They were your hearth and home.

The locket around your neck was the only thing you had left of them, whoever they were. It felt like they were merely just a part of a grand fever dream you desperately tried revisiting every single night..

It started 6 years ago.

A tall building was lit up by corridor torches that each held an ethereal fire. The night sky seemed painted on; the stars gleamed silently, their light peering down on the people below curiously. You’d expect silence yet the buzz of demonic cicadas filled the otherwise dead quiet of the night. These stars were special, for they gleamed white one moment, then blood red the next. An enchanting sight, it looked like a scene you’d rip straight out of a fairytale. Every column lit the walls up, shadows of people that weren’t there painted in contrast to the old cobblestone, they told of the tales that have long occurred since. Rumors went that if you stayed in the gardens at the Devil’s Hour, you’d be lulled into a sense of peace so otherworldly, you’d be turned to stone by day break.

Of course, no one but the younglings believed such a tale. Why, in the land of the demonic, would you believe something so silly?

The otherwise peaceful building shook as hushed figures held their late meeting in one of the many, many offices.

It was an awkward meeting; the crowned demon Prince had plans. Great plans, honestly. He was to bring in a human to live in their realm for a year. To solidify relations between the three realms— it was quite ironic to see that the one regarded as the highest form of evil personified, was also the one to suggest something so… kind.

Diavolo was used to pushing the boundaries, though.

Now, you see, he was supposed to find an older exchange student but for some reason, paperwork got mixed up, his contacts were an absolute mess on Earth, scrambling around to collect as much information on eligible exchange students but nothing went his way and now, he was stuck in a three-hour argument with Lucifer about the fact that the originally 19-year-old exchange student had been replaced with a 12-year-old child.

In truth, the issue wasn’t difficult to remedy; He could’ve postponed the exchange program by a week or two, he could’ve found a new human to bring down to the Devildom… had he not found out that you were an orphan.

Your profile was bleak and contained but a single page that could be summarized in about 7 sentences. Your parents left you on the doorstep of a church, a note attached to your tiny bonnet that basically said that your young mother was not yet ready to take care of a child and your father was still in school. They left you in a small wicker basket and you’d been a child in the foster system since.

You were nothing short of a troublemaker. An angel in the light, sure, but your shadow had little devil horns. You never meant any harm, obviously, but you were deemed the “handful” and you were passed around on an almost monthly basis. House after house, family after family, their faces blurred and blended and they soon all just became familiar strangers when they got fed up.

You had nothing to your name, you lived for the day but there was something about you– perhaps it was the defiant light that shone in your eyes, perhaps it was the simple fact that Diavolo wanted to give you a taste of love–

He couldn’t stand in the sidelines when your file fell on his desk.

After bargaining with the devil himself, Diavolo and Lucifer finally came to an agreement. You had 1 year in the Devildom. No more, no less. The fallen Morningstar was sure that you’d be nothing but another mess he had to clean up after and he didn’t want to deal with you for longer than he had to.

If it isn’t obvious, he’s a man who loves to talk big and act like if not obeyed, the world would be obliterated with a single flick of his wrist. When you peel back the layers of faux intimidation though, he’s more like a clingy little house cat who adores his family.

That fateful night was like every other night; Your foster parents at the time hugged you and patted your back, albeit a tad forced and pretentiously, before they made you march off to your room by the back of the house. Your pajamas were worn out old things; you donned on a once nice pair of blue and white striped bottoms, what once was silky smooth had small tears and the stitching was stretched out due to years of usage. Your top was a ratty old baseball tee, there were stains of unidentifiable condiments at the bottom but you never complained.

You were just glad that they still fit after 4 years.

The night swallowed your tiny room whole, leaving no corner or spot lit up and for some strange reason, you couldn’t fall asleep. Your heart beat wildly against your ribcage as you felt the room grow smaller and smaller and smaller.

You screwed your eyes shut tight, your knuckles ghostly white as you fisted the thin blanket that covered your body.

“Little one… Breathe.”

Fear, anxiety, absolute dread filled you to the brim, your eyes watering with tears like salty sea brine and you held your breath. A beat passes, then two, then your body is lifted ever so casually. You couldn’t remember a time before then when you felt comfort so pure; In the arms of… someone… A blank slate of a face that was being drawn in with watercolor of the highest quality as each feature is touched by a magnificent light. He coddles you in your flimsy blanket as he walks through an arched doorway.

He looked so pretty.

Dual colored hair, an ombre of black to green and a calm smile that made you feel secure. You crack an eye open wider, your hands still balled up in defense as you look around secretly. Who was this man and where did he take you? A gloved hand holds you from under your knees while another hand gently holds you by the small of your back. You felt like a newborn— so delicately held.

His eyes were like sharp emeralds; they held a power beyond your own comprehension. They fluttered close every so often but upon closer inspection, he looked to have small dark circles under his pretty gem-like eyes. He was tired.

His eyes dart down to stare at your petite frame and before you could even react, you two make eye contact. It was too late to go back to pretending. He stops walking for a moment, standing in the middle of an open, well-lit corridor.

“I see that you’re finally awake, Miss.”

You slowly blink and look up at him— he was mighty pretty. A strong jaw, sharp features and cat-like eyes. Was he your guardian angel? This all is definitely just some sort of stupid dream, right?

“Who are you?” Your voice was hoarse, crying has never been your favorite activity. You coughed awkwardly into your blanket before you eyed him ,”Why did you bring me here?”

The strange man simply smiled and shook his head, “I’m afraid I’m not the one you must ask this question to. I am just here to take you to my Master.”

You nod and squirm a little against his chest. “I’d much rather meet him on my feet than in your arms.”

He shot you a serene smile before crouching down to let you place your feet on the speckless marble floor. Squinting, you glare at the bright light fixture before waddling off after the primly dressed man.

You found yourself winding through corridors and ancient looking hallways, it looked like that one school in the popular teen novel series that revolved around wizards and witches. You shiver as your feet beat against the flooring, you knew you should’ve worn socks to bed. Not to worry though, you’d wake up from your dream soon enough.

A door or two later, the stranger stops in front of a gorgeous double doorway, the wood had etchings in a language you had no understanding of and the handle seemed to have been made from pure gold. His fist raps against the door, the sound crisp yet gentle, before he reaches for the handle and twists it.

“If you ever need me, I’ll be around to aid you in your journey here.”

He pushes the door open and motions for you to walk in. The air in the room was different, previously humid like dewy petrichor now felt like soft, newly pressed linen on your nose. It was fresh and invigorating but the shift in the air wasn’t what had you stopping mid-step through the door.

Your small toes curl as the marble flooring is replaced with plush carpet. From where you stood, you got a good look of the space and to your left there was a platform, a small rise in the flooring more like, and on it were seven throne-like chairs lined up side by side. Banners hung from the roof with intricate paintings detailing different creatures and you couldn’t help but gawk. Too caught up in marveling, you fail to notice the small group stood a little ways beyond the chairs.

“Welcome to the Devildom!”

The voice was loud, bellowing yet in some ways held this charisma that had you tense up in anticipation. Your eyes dart towards the source of the noise and they grow wide at the sight of a man in all red, posed in a way a politician would stand for photo ops. Hands raised high, palms facing outwards with a bright, confident smile plastered on his face.

Stood behind the loud redhead were a group of 5 other males.

Introductions were exchanged, obviously, and that was when you realized that this was, in fact, not a dream. You were told that the man who brought you here was Barbatos, the Devil Prince’s butler. You timidly shook hands with Lord Diavolo, the aforementioned Prince of all Hell, and for a moment, you cowered in fear as Lucifer eyed you down.

Lucifer Morningstar, what an aura he held.

When you stare at him, you’re reminded of your current foster father. You purse your lips as you recall how he managed the house with an iron fist and how he’d always smell of coffee and your backyard garden. The man that stood before you was kind of scary but you couldn’t even focus on his intimidation.

You had just been taken from your foster home. By a bunch of strange… creatures.

A part of you felt that it would only be logical to start crying and screaming, demanding that they take you back home, but as they introduced themselves one by one, you couldn’t help but feel intrigued. Their names were a little heavy on the tongue, perhaps it was the fact that it sounded like you were reciting an incantation when you mentioned them, but your head spun when you were told that the 5 brothers were still incomplete.

The eldest of the Avatars told you that you were only to stay with them for a year for a program they had implemented.

You had a small scowl on your lips for a moment and Diavolo, being ever the keen one, noted how you’d nod and furrow your brows whenever Lucifer asked you to recite their names one by one to ensure that you could remember.

You’d glance at them slowly and say back what they told you. Lucifer, Mammon, Satan, Asmodeus, Beelzebub. Five out of the seven. A miniscule part of you was already upset that you’d have to forget them one day… You were only there for their own little experiment.

You put your feelings aside and blinked up at the Prince,

“I like your coat.”

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i wanna post this new thing SO BAD PLS BUT SCHOOL WON'T LET ME FINISH IT UP ;A; istg im about to explode >:((

[achoonihaachu]

This is a cool swag request that rots my mind daily

I’ve been thinking of mc being nice mostly to luke but somehow isn’t very open to the demon brothers and stuff. I can feel mammon staring holes into luke whenever luke gets the most affection from mc. (Yeah which is everytime). Or just some v jealous demon brother who goes “ oh why *bites cloth dramatically and cries* “

Jealously arc. I like this v much but being the lonely person I am, I can only talk to people online 😔. Butthatisfine, I do prefer headcanons (or a small oneshot, whatever suits your taste atm!) and I hope you are doing fine today! Have a swell day 💪💪 (( also could I be 🦐 anon bc I may come back to stalk your page, your works are just so???2?? ))

Brothers react to an MC who’s only nice to Luke

(and the Dateables but mostly baby luke!)

a/n: i love the vibes of this request so much, 🦐 anon– the vibes are: immaculate *chef’s kisses* and i LOVE JEALOUS BROS HCS (i indulge in a lot of them in my uh *ahem* spare time)

Warnings: jealousy, a bit of cursing, literally just jealous bois being jealous, not proof read :)

Lucifer:

He normally never gets jealous (that’s a lie, he’s probably the easiest to get jealous, he just rarely ever shows it).

He’d rather sit in Cerberus’ potty corner for an entire decade straight than let his brothers catch him slipping.

When you start favoring Luke over him and all his brothers though… He starts losing himself to the emotions.

He has never not been a favorite; Sure, many may favor Asmodeus or Beelzebub or even Satan over him but he’s still well loved and well respected in the Devildom.

Mf went from being God’s favorite sim to being Lord Diavolo’s, ultimate highest power in all of the Devildom, right hand man.

He’s not used to being straight up ignored.

He didn’t even really threaten to kill you or anything! Why did you just not like him?!

You literally fawned over Luke’s baking whilst he stood beside the seven course dinner he made for you! While you were all in the same kitchen!

What in his Father’s name was going on!?

Needless to say, it’ll be hard to deal with Lucifer when Luke’s in the room.

He’d sit and act all suave, he’d flip through the book in his hand or maybe scroll through his D.D.D. and he’d pretend to be bored.

What you don’t notice is the intricate hand movements he does to cast a spell on himself to make it look like his eyes are trained on whatever he’s messing with but in reality his eyes would be glaring daggers through the tiny angel who gets the honor of sitting in your lap as you two play around.

Killthechihuahuakillthechihuahuakillthechihuahuaki–

Anyways, he’d grumble to himself whenever Luke walks into a room, especially when he starts making progress with you and he’d sit in a corner where he could freely glower to himself.

Jealous Lucifer would be the grumpiest cat in the world.

Mammon:

If you think dealing with a jealous Lucifer is tough, you must have not met Mammon yet.

He’s a whiny, loud brat on his good days and a straight up manchild (I say this with love in my heart for this demon) on his worst days.

He’s aware of your… disdain for demonkind? No, that’s not it… It’s impossible to hate someone like The Great Mammon… he knows you simply like Luke better because Luke’s a cute angel child.

He tries his best to win you over; He treats you nicely, he calls you sweet nicknames, he even lends you Goldie when you forget to bring your wallet!

Nothing works! >:((

He sees your tense smile when you talk to him melt away when you catch a glimpse of the tiny blonde clad in pearlescent white. The way your shoulders relax, the way your eyes light up when you talk to the child you practically adopted as your own…

“Recent searches on Mammon’s D.D.D: How to turn urself into a tiny blonde angel”

He gets desperate for love and affection from you because *whispers* he loves you alot!

He’s been seen by his many groupies and fans at RAD trail behind you as you walk around the school with Luke and Simeon.

There’s a picture of him circulating on Devilgram of him peeking behind a pillar as he glares at the blonde child holding your hand. (It was captioned: “That should be me holding your hand </3)

If you were to confront him about it, he would deny it to the ends of the Earth.

Like, come on. Why would someone as awesome as him be desperate for love from some puny human?

Only desperate, touch-starved idiots would crave your attention. (That’s him. He’s desperate, touch starved idiot.)

He’s simply dramatic and whiny but he tries his best to get close to you. He promises not to send Luke back to the Celestial Realm (he’s willing to do it the normal way or the… I’m a really bad demon way… if you catch my drift…) if you start paying attention to him.

Pls MC,, just a taste of ur love </3 (Also, Mammon is 1/2 of the “Good Demon Bois'' club because only he and Asmo did not try to kill/threaten you. Hurrah!)

Leviathan:

Please show this boy at least a little kindness and a little love, he will literally dig his head into a hole if he starts thinking you hate him.

He understands jealousy; He embodies it (literally and figuratively)

He tries to keep it at bay but it's just not fair </33 :(

Oh– you like Luke, a tiny angel child, and you won’t even talk to him, The literal Avatar of Envy? “Lotan please drag me to the deepest depths of the Devildom seas”.

He’s clumsy and awkward and he tends to say sentences wrong when he talks to you because his heart beats way too fast when you’re around and–

He ends up saying stuff like, “Oh wow, MC. Your hair smells nicer today. I’m glad you showered.” or “Oh, Mc. You look clean today.”

Once, he wanted to describe you as cute and sweet, because you are, and he ended up saying, “MC’s squeet.”

He wallows in self pity as Lucifer hangs him by the toes to the ceiling (Lucifer needs this exchange program to work and whenever Levi says shit like that to a human– *he sighs and uncorks his Demonus*)

Levi doesn’t act whiny or pushy like his older brother Mammon and he doesn’t pretend to be cold like Lucifer but he does bring the awkward into it.

He understands your reluctance, though he feels it’s a tad biased because demons and angels really aren’t that different from one another.

You’re just allowed to swear more as a demon and you’re given more freedom.

He feels bad whenever he sees you purposefully avoid him and his brothers, even whilst you’re at the House of Lamentation.

Yeah, sure. Him and his brothers have threatened you in the past but they weren’t always so bad!

You still choose to hang around the other exchange students… Specifically, Luke.

Great.

He’s got quite the jealous streak in him though so whenever he starts making progress with you, he’s steering you away from seeing Luke at all.

He literally goes into demon form to block the image of the tiny angel walking down the steps as he talked to you about walking home together.

Luke will not ruin this for him >:(

Satan:

He’s definitely very salty about your obvious bias towards little Luke.

Jealousy is kind of like... a tamer version of unadulterated wrath. He's familiar with it but not so.

He's Lucifer's brother-son so he's used to being favored or at the very least, trusted.

In a way, he feels as though he’s at an unfair disadvantage; He has never experienced being an angel, he’s the only full fledged demon in his family and at times, it upsets him more than he’d like to admit.

He’d never have winning qualities for you; At least his brothers were once angels, he was born from wrath so pure that it was almost capable of destroying the heavens.

You’re so tense and cautious around them, him especially, and he feels that your prejudice against demonkind “isn’t good for the program happening”– ever the brainy one, he says that you’re too close-minded to help with strengthening the bonds between the different realms.

It’s his way of protecting his heart from hurting at the possible disdain you may have for him.

He’s vying for your affection, he’s trying his best to prove to you that he’s more than just his sin but you always choose Luke.

He knows for a fact that there isn’t any malicious intention to your favor for the angel child but he can’t help the jealousy and the wrath that comes with not being at the receiving end of your affection.

He avoids being in the same room as you if Luke’s ever around. His wrath was never something he showed off with pride; He’s quite embarrassed of it in all honesty but it’s who he was.

He’d just rather not scare you away.

What does he do then? He walks away and waits for the right moment for him to try and weasel his way into your heart.

You will never see him when you’re hanging with Luke.

But there was that one time when he… may or may not have perfected a teleportation spell.

He may or may not have teleported Luke back to Purgatory Hall and he may or may not have spent the rest of the day trailing after you like a lost little puppy.

He was making progress, alright? You agreed to a library date (read: you agreed to study with him that afternoon), and that chihuahua child will not ruin it for him >:((

Asmodeus:

He would go through the stages of grief every single time he sees you with Luke.

Like… Diavolo’s sake, he’s everyone’s favorite. You had no say in it– Oh? You’re hanging out at Purgatory Hall to bake with Luke again after you declined going to the spa with him?

*angy asmo noises*

Asmo has unresolved issues from the Fall; All the brothers do but in a way, I feel like it hits Asmo a lot harder as he was once the Jewel of the Heavens.

Even in the Devildom, he’s regarded as the most beautiful creature to ever exist.

He isn't used to being jealous of someone for having something he believes he could snag in a heartbeat.

His good looks get him 90% of the way through situations but… but with you? You see his face and still, you turn away with fear thrumming in your heart.

He wasn’t scary! >:(

He’ll admit it with his whole chest that your reluctance around him and his brothers makes his jealousy flare up but that’s alright! Leave Luke at Purgatory Hall and spend time with him!

You can even pick the itinerary! You can go shopping, or maybe get your nails painted or… even more adult activities. ;) (like crocheting socks <3)

Asmo would run up to you in the hallway and do his absolute best trying to win you over; If Mammon seemed desperate, Asmo was downright obsessed with getting you to finally see him as someone worthy of your time and affection.

Luke would shyly ask to hold your hand and this dude, no joke, would push him away (sometimes almost pushing him down a flight of stairs) and offer to carry your things for you to your next class.

He would get his hundreds of groupies to spam post a bunch of perfect pictures of him with captions detailing how amazing he is.

It was almost endearing, really… How far he went for you. BUT— it was also quite creepy?

Maybe just this once… You’ll give this demon a shot :)

Asmo gets bonus points because only he and Mammon did not attempt to kill you or even threaten you when you first moved!

Beelzebub:

He’s vaguely aware that people are capable of having biased opinions about certain species.

He thinks it’s unfair, sure, but he didn’t really think he was in any position to try and change your mind.

He should simply continue trying to make you comfortable during your stay!

That was until… The pastries and dinners started going to Luke.

You’d been a busy little worker bee since the moment you stepped foot in the Devildom. You’d always make the best treats from the human world and the only reason he knew this was because he’d sneak out of his room at the crack of dawn to binge eat a bunch of the “failed” batches.

Overcooked dishes, underbaked treats– if you were able to make them all taste like Michelin star dishes, he could only dream of what the good dishes tasted like.

He’d always scrounge around the kitchen for the “perfected” meals but for the life of him, he could never ever find out where you hid them until he saw you one day…

You had left the House a little early after you cleaned up from a successful day of cooking and you had a white picnic basket in your arms.

He decided to go against his morals for a little while and he managed to trail (read: stalked) after you without being spotted.

You had gone to Purgatory Hall… to give away the perfect treats?!

He was absolutely outraged and his anger could rival that of Satan’s and well… It is not good for anyone in a 50-mile radius.

He stomped up to you as you handed the basket to Luke with a frown etched on his face as he glowered at the angel.

“Luke. Give me some.” He stated, hand outstretched as he tried to nab the handwoven basket.

He frowned as the little angel pulled back and hid your treats behind is back.

"No! (MC) gave them to me!" He retorted as he scampered off towards the direction of the kitchen in Purgatory Hall.

Never has Beel ever felt like Luke was a threat… Until now.

He felt this bubbling anger rise up his throat, burning his insides like some form of toxic bile and he mistook it as a different version of hunger.

He only really felt that kind of "hunger" whenever he saw you so obviously picking Luke over him and his brothers. He doesn’t realize until a lot later that it wasn’t hunger, it was actually just plain ole’ jealousy.

His tactic at exacting revenge? Pouting.

He’s the cuddliest brother so he honestly has you caving in a matter of days.

Soft spot for Beel goes brr.

Belphegor:

He has always been the most… expressive brother when it came to these things.

He already had a disdain for humans and the first human he decides to give a chance (read: fell madly in love with, just like his brothers) favors angels over him?

Not just any random angel, no, we’re talking about the literal embodiment of child-like innocence and sweetness wrapped up in little white garb and an adorable fucking beret.

Just his luck.

He doesn’t hide his jealousy; If anything, he gets more vocal about your “cruelty” and “unfair judgment”.

You two once had an argument about how ironic that was coming from the demon that killed you once for being a human;

Talk about unfair judgment.

Deep down, he understands (begrudgingly, of course) why you’re wary of him– and all demonkind.

He felt the same way long ago about your kind too.

Seeing you not give him a chance made him feel a little strange; Was this how it was like for humans when he turned his nose up at them?

Sure, no human in the past was able to get close enough to him to ever get hurt by his wariness of them but… He didn’t like the feeling. He didn’t ponder on the thought too long.

He was too busy trying to cling onto you because he wanted to try you out as a cuddle buddy.

You were walking around RAD with Solomon and the two angels. You were all in a debate about which Devildom fruit would work best in desserts and smoothies when–

“Hey. (MC). Are you busy? Come with me and Beel, we need to show you something.” Belphie said, seemingly popping out of thin air. He starts tugging on your arm as he tries to separate you away from the group of other exchange students.

You squeaked in surprise before pulling your arm out of his grip. You hid behind Simeon, right beside Luke as the tiny blonde tensed up.

Silly little angel tried puffing his chest trying to intimidate the seventh-born as his knees buckled in silent fear.

“G-Go away, Belphegor! (MC)’s going to come with me and Simeon and Solomon!”

Belphie stifled an uncharismatic snort; The pipsqueak thinks he can face him head to head?

“Alright, Luke. Calm down. (MC), you’re being a little unfair today…” He says sullenly as he glances at you. You smile sheepishly at him, averting your gaze before scampering off with Luke in tow.

Belphie huffs and crosses his arms before walking off to look for Levi or Asmo.

No point in turning the angel into an actual chihuahua at RAD.

He can corner you at home anyways.

Spoiled little brat can’t take no for an answer >:(

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Younger Brothers React to "Feeling" You...

(Satan, Asmodeus, Beelzebub, Belphegor)

a/n: i'm sorry this took wayyy longer to post than i hoped! school has been kicking my ass even harder now that it's the last few months of this school year... once summer vacation starts, i plan on updating as often as possible! i hope you end up liking this! i think it's a little spicier than the older brothers' version! ;)

warnings: nsfw prompt! read with caution!, not proofread!

Feelings don’t always have to be said. Sometimes you look at the object of your affection and you just know. They’d smile at you with a smile that insinuates something more than a friendly relationship, stares linger, touches heat you up from the inside and burns hotter the longer time goes on...

Satan:

In all honesty, Satan believes that you’re most likely a saint or one of the angel exchange students.

He was so god awful to you; He threatened you, he tried blackmailing you and he was so close to hurting you and yet you still chose to give him another chance at friendship?

Not to blackmail him in the future, no– You’re just so genuinely good to him and his brothers and he’s so ashamed of how he acted in the earlier days.

He decided to change his ways; He will not stand letting those nasty memories linger in your mind.

Somewhere along the way though, that desperation to change your mind in favor of bettering your friendship turned into something more.

Every pat on the back meant something more as he’d glide his thumb on the blade of your shoulder. The way he’d search for your smiling face in a sea of people– It was obvious, even to a blind man, that Satan was quickly developing feelings.

You weren’t too far behind either; The way he’d stare at you like there was nothing else in the world fueled a flame in the pit of your stomach that’d grow stronger and stronger after each get-together.

He tried keeping his attraction to you under wraps.

You, quite frankly, weren’t doing too well at that.

Your cheeks would grow hot and bloom a shade of pink like watercolor on paper after every lingering touch– He wasn’t blind to the way you’d so blatantly stare at his lips… and yes, he’s aware of the way you’d check him out as he walked away from you.

You’re not as slick as you’d like to believe.

Not when you excuse yourself to use the bathroom after every study session, without fail; He can hear you through the door, you know?

You aren’t exactly quiet. Not that he wants you to be.

You rushed past a gaggle of gossiping succubi as you ran for the school library. Satan had managed to gain access to the forbidden section and though you weren’t allowed to touch anything, you weren’t passing up any opportunity to be alone with the blonde.

You had a growing collection of secretive snapshots of him in your phone, you needed to add to the tally.

Your footsteps were drowned out by the plush carpet in the library; there weren’t many people to begin with so that meant you could openly stare at the fourth-born without fear of being seen by one of his groupies. Perfect. You spot him standing to the side of the librarian’s desk, in front of an ancient-looking door as he toyed with the skeleton key that was definitely centuries older than you at this point. He motioned you to come closer, a hand stuck out and a finger curving in towards his figure in a “come hither” manner. You gulp, a coy smile playing on your lips.

“Now, (MC). Remember that these books here are cursed and many, if not all, of them are dangerous to you and your pretty little human body. Stick by me, alright?” Perhaps it was simply a slip of the tongue but his words had your face burning red like a stop sign. You nudged him, clearing your throat as you feigned excitement to be in a room full of cursed books that could potentially kill you.

The things you do to be with this man.

The forbidden section was just… Really dusty. It was dark, save for the few lanterns scattered about housing eternal flames in their glass interior. Satan mentioned off-handedly that electrical lines weren’t put in this specific area because of a certain cursed book that housed an evil being worse than him and his brothers– It was able to harness electricity. You didn’t want to dwell on it too long— You were already scared shitless.

It wasn’t too big of a reading area, there were really only two different sections and a sofa and coffee table that sat in the middle of the dark room with worn out throw pillows left haphazardly on the floor. You could tell that only the highest of authorities were ever really allowed here; Diavolo seemed to have left behind one of his blood red school jackets on the arm rest of the couch. You’d have to remind him to pick it up some other time.

Satan immediately found himself in a comfortable spot a bit to the middle of the couch, his legs propped up on the rickety old table in front of him. In his arms were a small pile of books that he placed in the small space between him and the armrest.

Just as you were about to sit down beside the blonde, he yelps and yanks you down onto his lap. You gasp and stare at him, eyes wide as saucers, “S-Satan! What the heck?!” You squeak. He, also in a similar state of flustered as you, smiles sheepishly as he tries to compose himself, “I-I apologize about this, (MC). There seems to be some sort of dirt on the couch and I didn't want you sitting on it in case it stains your clothes.” You glance down and there is, in fact, a strange black stain that seemed to be… wet?

You didn’t even want to try finding out what it was.

Too focused on eyeing the black goo like it somehow offended you and your mother, you didn’t realize how tense Satan was. You’ve had cuddle sessions end in you straddling him, sure, but both of you were normally half asleep and delirious by then. Feeling you so close, so prominent in his personal space— He could feel every movement. Every beat of your heart, every warm breath escaping your soft lips. Each throb of your...

He was getting drunk off of you.

You finally realized the position you were in, how you were practically riding him with your clothes on– You tense up above him, squeezing your legs together and accidentally pushing yourself down against his lap.

“I-I’m so sorry, Satan! I’ll sit on the floor!--” He cuts you off as a broken moan cuts the tension.

“No! No… I’m fine…” He breathes out, gripping your waist with languid hands, “I-I couldn’t ask a lady to sit on the floor while I sit on the couch. You can stay right there.” You didn’t know what to think; Did he expect you to believe that lousy excuse? You could feel the smallest of movements as he tries to discreetly roll his hips up against yours. You weren’t aware of how he could feel you on his lap.

You stifle a moan. Surely feigning ignorance was for the best right? Satan was definitely just concerned about your comfort.

“A-Alright! Then… How about we start reading then?”

Asmodeus:

Asmo believed that you two would be the best of friends… The only way he’d accept otherwise is if you finally accept his advances.

Besides Mammon, only he treated you… decently and he uses that word loosely.

He knows how it came across at first; Every dirty joke, every flirty remark– he was aware that he was kind of flirting with a brick wall.

You weren’t reciprocating at all. >:((

At first, it really pissed him off to see that he was being rejected by a human, of all beings, and that you didn’t even give him any reaction to get off on. No blushing, no spike in heart rate, no lustful aura– nothing!

He was starting to question if you were actually a robot from how deadpan your reactions were to him.

He then saw how much you truly cared; You learnt to love im past his beauty and his sex appeal.

You’d be the first to knock on his door in the morning if you didn’t see him at breakfast. You’d ask to comb his hair whilst he did his skin care routine. You’d laugh at all his silly jokes and take care of him when he was sick…

He felt bad about judging you– He just wasn’t able to comprehend how anyone could even consider rejecting him!

That was until he kind of… eavesdropped on you one night.

He could hear you through the door, every airy whimper, every call of his name, every single sound and feeling exemplified by his sin.

He felt his knees buckle as he pressed the side of his head to the creaky wooden door of your room.

You walked out of your room 20 minutes later, looking as dandy as ever, and he was left speechless. You were busy moaning his name not even half an hour ago and now you’re able to look him in the eye?!

Since that day, he has tried his best to decipher you, almost. He’d stick to you like gum on a sidewalk to get a reading on you.

Did you like him or not?!

He was about to find out soon enough.

Asmo loved monopolizing your time. He loved that he could have all his brothers jealous and he got to spend his days with you. It was a win-win situation. Obviously, complete days out with Asmo came as rarely as a pure white moon in the Devildom— I mean, have you met any of his brothers? You already had your hands full with Mammon alone.

You had to schedule hangouts and tea times to get anything remotely done in the house.

Since Asmo’s birthday was coming up, all the brothers begrudgingly agreed to let him have you for an entire day and to say that the fifth-born was ecstatic would be an understatement. He was absolutely overjoyed. The day started off with an at-home spay session, then you took him to Majolish to buy him an outfit that he absolutely loved, and Asmo felt so loved and so comfortable. It baffled him sometimes; how an ordinary human could get him feeling the way you had him feeling.

You just had that effect on him.

The day was coming to an end and Asmo was starting to pout and insisted that you go too one more place before calling it a day. As you walked past a small flower shop, you two caught a glimpse of the newly opened arcade and Asmo was quick to drag you in, ignoring your cries of protest. It was a quaint little area but it was fun to look at. The flashing lights and the dorky video game playlist that had your ears ringing definitely added to the experience. Asmo insisted that you and him go head to head in a few games that he’d pick out.

Not to brag or anything, you annihilated him.

Every round of every game you played, you’d managed to score over twice what he scored and it left him all pouty.

“Here! I’ll make it up to you! Wanna get our picture taken?” At the mention of pictures, Asmo was already dragging you into an isolated little photobooth at the back of the arcade.The flimsy PVC plastic of the curtain was tinted black and it went all the way to the floor. You and Asmo would be left hidden from the view of the rest of the demons in the arcade.

You didn’t know whether or not to consider it a blessing or a curse.

When you cramped in the photobooth after Asmo sat down, you realized that it was way too small for either of you to take proper pictures, “H-Hey, (MC)! Be careful! You’re messing my hair up!” Asmo yelped as he accidentally hit you in the side. You groaned in response, “I’m sorry, Asmo. I don’t think we’d be able to take photos like this. I’ll go out and wait for you– Woah!”

As you turned to leave, your foot got caught on the fabric of the curtain that was splayed on the floor and you almost fell flat on your face– when you felt a pair of hands grab onto your waist. Asmo was swift in sitting you on his lap and he was actually careful in making sure that you felt comfortable, “Careful, beautiful!” He t’sked as he inspected your hands. You weren’t hurt at all, that’s what mattered.

You were buzzing with adrenaline– I mean, you almost at shit on the linoleum! You didn’t realize how perfect your body fit against Asmo, how your bottom was pressed against his lap– You didn’t even bat an eye at the way Asmo’s hands started shaking as he held your waist. You wiggled your hips against his lap.

Throbbing– It’s all that he could think of.

The beating was right over his quickly hardening… problem. He needed to get you off his lap… But you were so deliciously slotted on top of him. He didn’t want to waste the opportunity but… Oh, his conscience…

Too bad he was a demon from Hell. He jostled you on his lap again, this time spreading your legs to make it so that you were straddling him, “Now, now, (MC). I’m sure you’d be smart to keep your movement to a minimum…”

“I may be your best friend now but I’ve been the Avatar of Lust for longer than that.”

Beelzebub:

Beel, sweet innocent Beel.

The same Beel you learnt to love over the time you spent in the Devildom was also the same Beel that tried killing you after you and Mammon ate his pudding.

You were over it, quite frankly, but he definitely wasn’t. He felt so bad about almost losing you before he even had the chance to truly know you.

You brought Belphie back. You sacrificed your life for him and his brothers and he was forever in your debt for it.

He, at first, was just glad to know that you loved his family in the same way he did. He loved that you cared more about others than you did yourself and, sure, at times it worried him sick– What would he do if you were in danger and he wasn’t able to protect you?

Then that admiration and platonic love turned into something more when he started bringing you to his Fangol games.

You two weren’t even dating yet! You were simply just… best friends.

You’d normally watch his practices and you’d always cheer him on in your own little way. You kept to yourself and you were his silent little fangirl but during the actual games…

You were always the loudest in the crowd. You’d bring banners, posters, glowsticks, you even got into trouble once for trying to set up a fireworks display in his honor.

You’d show him so much love and you never seemed to tire from trying to make it known that you were always there to support him. It made his heart beat so quickly and it left a weird feeling, like his stomach was housing a dozen rabid butterflies who go feral every time he sees you smile.

He came to the funny realization that he had been in love with you for a long, long time, he just wasn’t aware of it.

He followed you around like a puppy, even more so than he already did.

He was fascinated by you and at the same time… He was starting to get extremely protective.

The guys in his Fangol team could be a little… perverted.

You’d always, without fail, come to his practices and watch patiently. You’d always bring snacks and you’d always shoot him that adorable smile of yours as he walks by on his way to clean up before you two walked home together. Seeing you show him your support motivated him to no end– even as his knees threaten to buckle after a particularly rough set of exercises.

You were just the cure for fatigue that he needed and apparently, he wasn’t the only one gaining that extra boost of energy after seeing you.

Locker room talk was something Beel never engaged in. Sure, he was a demon but even that was pretty low. He’d overhear his teammates talk about pretty succubi they’d have one night stands with, they’d show each other risque photos they take with their partners and all in all, Beel just wasn’t comfortable being a part of that conversation–

That was until you became the topic of interest.

You showed up to one of his practices wearing a uniform that was definitely too tight on you. The skirt you donned on was definitely a few inches shorter than what you’d normally wear and when the wind would pick up, you’d have to keep the fabric down to avoid flashing the whole team. Your shirt seemed a little too tight against your chest, too. When the team was given a 20 minute break, Beel rushed over to pull you into a sweaty bear hug.

“Hey! Beel! You know how I feel about the sweat!” You whined but you didn’t move to pull away; if anything, you only tightened the hug as you wrap your arms around his neck. The ginger hummed in response, smiling into your hair. Neither of you noticed how a few of the other demons stood around behind you, watching.

The rest of the practice went swimmingly, Beel was quick to wrap the match up, itching to go home with you to get dinner started. He walked by you like usual, on his way to the lakers when he heard it, “(MC) looks so hot today. Like fuck, I wish the school uniform was always that short.” Beel grunted and eyed the lower demon that was perving on you. He didn’t want to start a fight about it; Besides, it was true to some extent– You were very pretty regardless of what you were wearing.

As Beel changed out of his Fangol uniform, he heard something else being whispered, “I snapped a pic up her skirt… You know, when she hugged Beel?”

The sixth-born flew into a blinding rage.

You sat on your lonesome for a while, it was quiet and chilly and you were really starting to regret letting Solomon try out the tailoring spell on you. Your clothes weren't doing a good job at keeping you warm at all. Beel was taking longer than usual…

Speak of the devil and he will appear, Beel walks out from the locker room with a murderous glint in his eyes. He stops right in front of you, eyes trained on the ground as he stands motionless, “Hey… Beel? What’s up with you?” You ask tenderly, hand coming up to caress his forearm.

Wordlessly, Beel picks you up like you were made of paper before he sits down and settles you on his lap. His arms wrap tightly around your waist as he buries his face into your neck. How dare those demons do and say those things… They deserved what he did to them.

He was teetering on the edge, so angry he could burst and only kept at bay by your presence. You smelled like home, like comfort– He would’ve let you go eventually when he sensed a passing presence. The lower demons that left unscathed from the locker room incident scamper past in fear, keeping their eyes to themself, afraid of what Beelzebub would do if he caught them even glancing in your general area.

When he felt that you’d be safe, he moved to let you go when he felt you wiggle around on his lap. He would normally just chuckle and pat you on the back but then he felt you clench your legs… Now, that was new.

He felt his breath hitch in his throat, hands frozen in the air as he was left unsure of how to react. He gritted his teeth as he felt your core heat up, the gentle throbbing like a hypnotizing rhythm.

Your body seemed so small in his lap.

The locker room was empty now, anyways. He was starting to get pretty hungry for something only you could give him and he wasn’t patient enough to wait till you got home.

Belphegor

He never thought, in his entire life, that he would ever consider calling a human a friend, much less a lover.

His feelings toward humans have always been a little jaded since… The Fall.

Aside from that, he also never found humans even remotely attractive.

I mean, all you had were a set of limbs to grab you things and walk you places. You didn’t even have wings, or a tail, or even a different form for when you were having trouble with your “human” form.

You were a less cool version of demons.

He kept thinking that even as you tried to find a way to free him from the attic. He was only using you, he’d say as he stares down at your lips hungrily, like a hungry hawk in the desert. He’d note how soft they looked, like a pair of plush cushions from the Celestial Realm.

He’d grit his teeth as he forced himself to get rid of those thoughts about you.

You’re just a dumb human, nothing special about you at all. Sure, you were beautiful but you were a human– He despised humans; He’d say all that as he touched himself to the thought of you.

He must’ve just been desperate. Yes, that’s it. He lost count of how many weeks, years perhaps, it had been since he was locked away in the attic. He hadn’t been able to ogle at many female demons. That’s it.

His bottom lip would bleed from how harshly he was biting down on it after your regular secret meetings with him.

It was never romantic. It wasn’t friendly either. Purely sexual and he was also just using you.

After the whole issue with letting him out, though…

That was when Belphie realized just how badly he fucked your relationship up even before it could blossom.

He tried to be better and through hard work and genuine care for your wellbeing, he became the demon you sought when you had free time.

You’d nap and hangout together. You’d have a blast being in each other’s presence, even if you didn’t do anything together.

He managed to win your heart a second time around; This time though, you fell in love with Belphie without fear of being threatened or hurt.

He kept his temper though.

Belphie was as whiny as ever. You had school work to finish and he was adamant about getting cuddles and having a little nap fest. You refused and now he was being all sulky. “Seriously, Belphie! I’m just about done! Just give me a few more minutes and I’ll join ya, deal?” You say, eyes not leaving the book you were analyzing for one of your upcoming tests. He growls at you, teeth bared as he glares at you grumpily. You didn’t flinch or react.

He was getting really frustrated; You know how the youngest of the family normally gets when they don't receive the attention they demand.

Silent tension fills the air as you busily wrote away in your notebook. The attic had become a sort of sanctuary of yours, to help you get away from the utter chaos that comes with a group of 7 brothers all vying for your attention; At first, it was only really yours after Belphie moved back into his shared bedroom with Beel. Then he finds out that you take naps on your own in the small attic and he has never let a single day pass that you two don’t cuddle in his old bedroom. That leads us back to this moment. Belphie was on the pile of pillows and blankets that he lovingly calls your cuddle spot, he was faced down and you were surprised he hadn’t suffocated just yet.

“(MC). I want to nap and I can’t do it without you. Come here. Now.” His voice was dangerously low as he threatened you. You didn’t really take him seriously, though, with how muffled his voice sounded against the throw pillow smushed up against his face. You simply hummed a “give me 10 more minutes” before you resumed with your scribbling on the notebook.

Belphie groaned inwardly and forced himself to sit up; Well, if you weren’t going to adjust for him… Might as well bother you as you studied.

You felt the seat be pulled away from the desk, your body simply moving along. You look up and stare at Belphie’s looming figure quizzically, “Belphie, I said 5 more minutes–” You were cut off by the seventh born pulling you up to your feet before he plops down on the seat. You cross your arms over your chest with a huff, “You’re being so childish, Belphie.” you sighed before moving to grab your notebook.

Before you could find a new place to study, Belphie pulls you onto his lap by your waist. With your body faced toward the desk, his legs fit perfectly between yours, though you didn’t really have a say with how you get to sit; You legs mved every time he moved his legs. Every inch he spreads his legs, the space between yours would widen and widen.

You gulped, dropping your things on the desk in surprise, “Belphie, w-what is this?!” you asked in surprise as you tense up. Belphie shrugs nonchalantly as he wraps his arms around your figure, his face buried in your neck as he closes his eyes, “You wouldn’t pay attention to me, '' he says simply.

He found it quite amusing; you were as stiff as a rod on his lap. He was about to call you out on your behavior, I mean, you’ve cuddled before! Skinship wasn’t uncommon in your friendship! His felt his throat run dry though, when the muscles in your inner thighs tensed up, almost like you were a tightening coil on his lap. He was suddenly hyper aware of everything around him, his drowsiness from before disappeared in an instance. Looking down, over your figure, he sees how helpless you looked. The position was perfect too.

You were like a little present on his lap he had easy access to. All he had to do was start unwrapping you.

He smirked devilishly to himself. This was going to be fun…

“I’ll make you regret ignoring me earlier. All I wanted were cuddles… I was something else now.”

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