#AFAB MC

[geto-kee]

INCOMING!—☆

Your S/O makes you squirt for the first time

Time-Skip Takemichi/Howl Pendragon/Sebastian Michaelis/Son Goku

Female reader / Reader with a vagina

Minors do not interact cause I know you gone read the shit anyway 🙎🏾‍♀️

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Takemichi—

TAKEMICHI’S EYES WERE WIDE AND BLOWN OUT

the space between his brows wrinkled as he panted. His beige skin was heated to the touch as his sweat began to dampen his feverish skin. The man’s heart thundered and reverberated within his eardrums as his blue eyes focused on where the two of you were connected.

You were on top of him.

Your upper body was leaned back, your hands on either side of his spread legs. Your breast bounced with vigor, your skin just as sweaty as his. Your legs were parted, exposing your most intimate parts to your lover as you bounced on his cock.

Takemichi’s wide eyes drunk at the sight of his cock spearing into you each time you dropped down on his cock. He could hear the lewd squelching of your pussy welcoming his cock each time, and the slapping of your ass against his pelvis and upper thighs. Your meaty thighs and ass rippled as you bounced on him, and your head was thrown back in ecstasy. The male’s hands gripped your hips for something to hold onto, occasionally gripping your soft flesh, or pulling you harder down on his cock while he lost himself in the feeling of your velvet walls hugging him, and sucking him further inside of you. The crown of his cock jabbed at the soft spongy part of you, provoking you to chase your orgasm as the sensation fluttered through you, the turmoil building in your lower belly began to grow.

Takemichi couldn’t understand what came over him.

But his dominant hand let go of your hip so he could harshly flick his fingers back and forth against your swollen clit.

“Fuck—yes!” you sputtered as you felt as if you were coming. It was an intense feeling that rushed over you as a sudden spurt of wetness sprayed Takemichi’s lower half. At the same time, he bucked his hips upward, cumming deep inside of you.

The man tensed, eyes wide as he halted, looking down at what had happened as you flopped back, your back over the lower half of his legs.

He seemed to marvel, slightly gasping as his hand grasped the top of your thigh to lightly shake your leg. “_,” his brows raised, “babe!”

You were out like a light.

He sweatdropped, still in awe at what happened. He hadn’t anticipated you to cum as hard as you had done.

He could hear you softly snoring.

For now, he would pull out, clean you up, and then tuck you in.

His mind was still racing about what happened. He felt his lean chest swell with pride that he had managed to make you squirt like that. Usually, he’d see that in porn flicks or on those ridiculous porn ads that pop up on other websites. He had never seen it happen in person with someone else until now.

TAKEMICHI WAS MENTALLY PATTING HIS BACK

Howl—

HOWL HAD YOUR ASS HANGING OFF THE FOOT OF THE BED

he had your legs raised as his hands grasped tightly to the back of your knees, bending them back slightly. You swore he thought you were some sort of contortionist the way he would bend you in odd angles.

You’d think complaining about being so sore and not so flexible to the man he’d ease up a little.

Your toes curled as one of your arms extended above your head on the bed, gripping the soft blanket and sheets of your shared bed. Your unoccupied hand furiously rubbed harsh circles against your clit as Howl unrelentlessly jutted his hips against your ass. Your skin rippled as his balls slapped against your ass from how harshly he was stuffing his cock into you. He kept your legs spread to watch you rub your clit eagerly, his blue eyes wide with excitement.

The two of you were doing your best to remain quiet amid the night so as to not wake anyone else in the cozy castle.

Your hand loosened on the sheets and you clamped a hand over your mouth to muffle the sudden cry that wanted to flee from the depths of your throat.

“Right there,” your shaky voice spoke through your fingers after spreading them.

With your legs in his hold, he was gripping onto you tightly as he raised them a little higher, the lower half of your body going up as his cockhead began massaging against that soft spongy spot within you. Repeatedly pressing against it with the roll of his hips. You stopped your hand momentarily as your legs began to shake and a rush went through your body. Your lower belly tensed, and your walls clenched around him, holding him snugly in place, making it difficult for him to pull out to push back in as he started cumming.

Howl’s blue eyes sparkled in awe at the rush of wetness that spattered against his lower belly, dripping from his skin now. Your mouth parted in a silent scream as you arched your back and turned your head slightly, your whole body trembling in account.

You were panting, your chest heaving. Your eyes were cloudy and somewhat teary, and your hands were limp at your sides.

Howl couldn’t help but chuckle, he brushed gentle kisses against the inside of your calf. “Beautiful,” he praised you, continuing kissing your feverish skin.

“Let’s get you cleaned up. You were so good for me,” he murmured, striving to keep quiet still. Glancing at a window, he noted that the sun was gradually ascending through a beautiful haze of orange and pink clouds.

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AS DEMONS

you and Sebastian were pretty smug, especially when it applied to showing one another up. Whether it be in front of the Phantomhive staff, in front of the young earl—and especially in bed.

Sebastian tangled a hand in your locs, tugging a few of them in his grasp. His other hand raked his black fingernails against your naked back, leaving red thin lines in their wake. The disrupted skin welted with small beads of blood but they would eventually heal by the time morning rose.

FOR NOW

Sebastian’s sharp teeth harshly bit into your shoulder, staking his claim on you as your sharp nails scratched his broad chest. His dark hair was a mess, strands sticking upward, and in odd directions, if anyone saw him with such imperfections in his hair they’d think it was uncharacteristic of him.

You, however, were much more used to the sight of his ruined state.

He was on top of you, lapping at the blood that surfaced from your bitten skin. He brushed his red lips against the wounds as small apologies, his hips recklessly rutted against yours, his cock plowing inside you provoking your walls to spasm as you raised a leg.

In his ear, he could hear the sharp gasp that pierced from your throat. He could feel the way your body pulled tautly and your breast pressing against his naked chest as you arched your back from the black abyss that was your nest. Dark feathers gradually showered the area, some landing on your lover’s head or brushing against his back. A few landed on your chest when Sebastian would lift his upper body, or landed in the wake of your locs that pooled around your head.

HERE, YOU COULD BE AS LOUD AS YOU WANTED

You could scream, you could be as rough as you wanted with him, and the same applied to him for you, without interruption from concerned staff members.

Your head leaned back, your chin raised, exposing more of your neck as you choked out a cry. Your plush lips were parted, sharp teeth gleaming from an unknown light, and your triangular tongue slightly lolling from your mouth. Sebastian watched with sadistic glee, his eyes squinting slightly as a smirk smeared his bloodied lips.

With one last thrust upward, jabbing into a spot he knew all too well, he watched in fascination as his balls tightened and began cumming—filling you to the brim with his seed—as your hips stuttered and your essence sprayed the lower half of his stomach.

He was far too used to the lewd sight of you squirting.

HE WAS OBSESSED WITH GETTING YOU TO DO IT

OVER AND OVER AGAIN TO BE FRANK

He felt a sense of pride watching you writhe beneath him as your body would jolt. In reaction to so much pleasure, that it was almost painful, your hands would push at his chest, one eyelid hooded, and lower than the other, as you hissed.

He gave a deep chuckle, tilting his head to kiss your cheek.

“Asshole,” you murmured when your body settled. A purr rumbled from your throat, basking in his warmth as his chuckling proceeded.

“Now, now, let’s not be harsh. What sort of mate would I be if I couldn’t satisfy you so immensely.”

He laid on top of you on purpose, his face hovering over yours as that smug expression haunted you for the remainder of you being underneath him.

“Don’t you dare-”

“I’m simply one hell of a lover.”

He beamed as you groaned at that stupid catchphrase.

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Goku—

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SAIYAN MEN WERE A DIFFERENT BREED

you knew that for a fact with the way Goku acted behind closed doors within the privacy of your cozy home.

Normally his eyes were wide with glee, puppy-like happiness that would swirl within his dark eyes. His smile could light up an entire planet, presenting those pearly whites.

HOWEVER

Your back arched as your fingers gripped onto the sheets of your shared bedding. The bed squeaked under the pressure of Goku’s relentless thrusting. His vast hands were practically bruising your hips, his fingers digging into your flesh, hooking into you to pull you back onto his cock. His narrowed eyes would often ascend your arched spine, watching sweat glide down your skin. His dark eyes descended your spine anew, a dark purr grumbled at the base of his chest, watching his length slick into you. There was a white ring of your juices coated around the base of him, his heavy balls slapped against your slit, and the sonance of your whimpers was like music to his ears.

You were drooling, completely drunk off the bliss of his cock stuffing you full. Your head was perched on a pillow you pulled closer to your person.

Your hips bounced as his cock continued its assault, and with each bounce, your breast followed. Goku was hypnotized with the way your ass rippled from each buck of his narrow hips. Your thighs were parted, and your knees would shift, in an attempt to crawl away as the tempo of his hips fucked you quickly.

He roughly pulled you back, forcing his knees on the bed, on either side of his.

“Fuck!Fuck!Fuck!Fu—ck!” you babbled, chanting the curse word as quick as his hips were moving.

Your lips parted as thunder rumbled in the sky outside, lightning brightening the dark clouds as you cried out. Messily, his cock slipped out of you, cum spurting on your lower back and one of the cheeks of your ass. In unison, your hips twitched, cumming harshly as you squirted with a force, dampening the sheets of your bedding, pooling between your knees.

Goku jerked his hips slightly between the cheeks of your ass to get out of his rut, cum leaking from the crown of his cock.

He huffed, still holding a tight grip on you.

His chest was still rumbling as he watched his cum gradually descend your outer thigh and roll past the cheek of her ass. He felt as if he were marking his claim on you further, his purring growing louder as he licked his lips.

He barely acknowledged the dampness under you both, his hand smearing his cum on you further in satisfaction.

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[random-twst-things]

Masquerade event spoilers:

Silver: so this this was never an invitation, but a..trap?

Malleus: W-what?

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[attic-club-sandwich]

Summary: MC has finally regained their true, human form after living in the Devildom as a sheep. They are excited about spending the night over at Purgatory Hall for the first time as a human, however a little problem sneaks up on them while they are there.

Simeon x afab!MC

CW: MC has a vagina and menstruates. Period content and blood mentions.

A/N: @b3lph1es-p1ll0w kindly asked me to write an Only Human story for Simeon, and I was more than happy to! Seriously to look back on my very first one, i'm so proud of how much its evolved. This one turned out so cute, and it's a little longer since there aren't as many of the side characters. Plus I have a soft side for Simeon hehe I hope you guys like it! I plan on writing for Diavolo, Barbatos, and Solomon as well!

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Only Human Masterlist

Only Human

Simeon

You had been looking forward to your sleepover at Purgatory Hall all week. You practically jumped for joy as your classes at RAD finally let out for the day, and you raced home to begin packing your things. Your heart flutters in your chest at the thought of spending time with Simeon, Luke and Solomon for the first time since you regained your human form here in the Devildom. A slight burn spread across your cheeks as your thoughts wandered back to a certain Angel that you were especially looking forward to spending time with. You were just finishing packing your bag when all of a sudden, a dull cramping sensation formed in your lower stomach. You gasped, resting against the bed as you waited for the feeling to pass. Thankfully it was gone as quickly as it came on. What was that all about? You thought, rubbing your stomach with your hand. The vibrating from your D.D.D. alerted you to a message from Solomon, who had walked home with you from RAD. 

Hello, MC. I’m waiting in the entryway for you. 

I’ll walk you to Purgatory Hall, the others are waiting there. 

You shake your head as the previous excitement returns to bubble up in your chest. Quickly, you grabbed your things and began to head out to walk to Purgatory Hall with Solomon. 

When you arrive, Simeon and Luke are already preparing an array of different foods for dinner, along with a variety of sweets for dessert. “MC! Welcome!” Luke shouts, dropping what he’s doing to run over to you. His big, blue eyes are shining as you hug him, thankful that you finally have the ability to hug them all. “Thank you Luke! It smells amazing in here. You guys have been working hard, I can tell.” The little Angel smiles wide at the compliment. “Awe it’s no big deal really. But I can’t wait for you to try out the new cake I just made!” Your stomach rumbles at the thought of what decadent meal the Angels have been working so hard to prepare. “I seriously can’t wait.” you practically drool. Luke giggles, running off again back towards the kitchen. “Forgive him, he’s very excited to have you here in your true human form.” A warm voice, smooth as honey sounds from across the room. Simeon’s bright smile captures your attention as he makes his way into the living room, and you can’t help yourself from running over to wrap your arms around him. “Simeon!” you gasp, squeezing him. He chuckles, wrapping his arms around you as well. “Hello, my little lamb. I’m so glad you could join us.” As you release him, Luke appears again from the kitchen. “Come on guys, dinner is ready!” 

Dinner, of course, was wonderful. Otherworldly. Almost like it came from Heaven itself. You of course couldn’t say no to dessert either as Simeon served you a slice of the cake that Luke had been working so hard on. You insisted that you could finally serve it yourself this time, but he simply smiled. “My dear, I will gladly serve you a slice of cake no matter what form you are in.” You blush, unable to meet Simeon’s eyes much after that. As you were finishing up your last bite of cake, another wave of stomach cramps hit you. You winced, slowly bringing your fork back down to the table. “MC, are you okay? You suddenly went a little pale.” Luke asked, concern filling his voice. You give him a weak smile, shifting uncomfortably in your chair. “Yeah I'm okay! I think I may have just eaten too much. It was all so good!” You tried keeping on a cheery disposition, as you really didn’t want to worry anyone. You figured the cramps would soon fade like they did in your bedroom earlier that evening. Except they didn’t. Simeon was shooting you a worried glance from his spot next to you. “How about I show you to your room for the night, MC? You can get settled in.” You nodded, grateful for the excuse to leave the dinner table. 

Simeon gently took you by the hand, his fingers soft and feather light on yours as he led you up the stairs and down the hallway to a guest bedroom across from his own. “This is usually Raphael’s when he stays with us, but we’ve set it up for you to use for the night.” He pauses in the doorway as you let yourself in, placing your bag on the giant, plush bed. “But I must ask, are you truly okay?” You fidget nervously, the cramps in your abdomen still going on strong. “Y-Yeah I promise! Like I said earlier, I think I just ate too much…I'm still getting used to being back in my human form.” Simeon nodded, giving you a small smile. “I see. Well, feel free to get settled and I’ll be right across the hallway if you need me.

You swore you were only going to rest your eyes for a few moments, but as you reached for your D.D.D., you realized it was now 1 a.m. “Oh no…” you mumble, rubbing the sleep from your eyes. I didn’t mean to actually fall asleep! How rude am I?! You were about to jump out of bed when you felt a wave of dizziness wash over you. On top of that, the cramps were now then times worse than they have been all evening. “This can’t be happening right now…” you sigh, rubbing your temples. After a few moments, you decided to try standing up to head to the bathroom. However, when you glanced down behind you, there was a bright red spot now staining the pristine white bed sheets. You felt tears welling up in your eyes at the realization of what just happened. “No...you’ve got to be kidding me…why now?” you cried, burying your face in your hands. What am I supposed to do?! I didn’t even bring anything with me… Standing helplessly in the bedroom, you grabbed your phone. The first person to pop into your mind was right across the hallway, but for some reason you couldn’t bring yourself to go knock on his door. Instead, you typed out a message.

Simeon. Are you awake?

You really didn’t expect an answer at this hour, but you were feeling desperate.  However, after a few moments, your D.D.D. vibrated in your hand and your heart practically leapt out of your throat. 

MC? What’s the matter? Are you okay?

The next text became blurry as tears began to drip down your cheeks. 

Can you come here? I need your help. 

You really didn’t know what you were going to say once he got there, but all you knew is that you wanted his comforting presence nearby. You didn’t have to wait long before there was a light knock on your door. “C-Come in.” you sniffled. Simeon was by your side in an instant as you sat on the edge of the bed. You were taken aback for a moment, as you noticed he was wearing a pair of light blue pajama pants and a t-shirt. His hair was also messy, his dark brown locks sticking out in various places. “My lamb, what ever is the matter? Are you not feeling well?” You shook your head as he placed his hand against your forehead, checking for a fever. “I-I don’t really know how to say it other than… well… I got my period. I completely forgot about it since being a sheep…” Simeon’s blue eyes widened at the realization. “Oh, MC…” he breathed, pulling you into a hug. “And I ruined the sheets, I'm so sorry…and they look expensive…” you sobbed, burying your face into his shoulder. Simeon shook his head as he rubbed small circles onto your back. “MC, please don’t apologize for something you can’t help. I’m more worried about you at the moment.” He’s so kind, you think, miserably. He has to think I'm so disgusting right now… It’s almost as if he can read your thoughts, for he slowly pulls away to meet your gaze. “It’s going to be just fine. We’ll get you taken care of ok? Now, what do you need?” More tears threaten to fall at the kindness of his offer. “U-Um, well…I didn’t bring anything with me so I'll need to run into town tomorrow…and I need something for my cramps too.” you ramble, your face growing hot from thinking about the reality of your situation. Simeon only nods, getting to his feet again. “Of course. I’ll take care of it, don’t you worry. First…” he says, taking your hand once more and pulling you up off the bed. “Let’s get you cleaned up. I’ll make sure to wash the sheets too. No one will suspect a thing.” 

Simeon leads you out of your bedroom and down the hallway. You follow behind him, trying your best to keep quiet as you stride behind his tall form. The two of you reach the bathroom and he quickly steps inside to begin searching the many cabinets beneath the sink. “I know there’s got to be something in here for you to use. It’s a dorm where many different people stay, after all.” After a few moments, he stands back up holding a couple of different boxes of hygiene products. You let out a laugh, mixed with both surprise and relief at the same time. “Simeon, thank you!” you squeak out, still trying to keep your voice down. He chuckles, pulling you into one of the warmest hugs you’ve ever felt. “Of course, Angel. Now get cleaned up while you're here. I’ll go get your things.” You nod as he leaves you for some privacy, and quietly shuts the door behind him. 

After your bath, you head back down the hall to your room to find the sheets completely stripped from your bed. You sigh, feeling like the biggest inconvenience in the world. “MC, are you feeling better now? I brought some pain relief from Solomon’s cabinet.” You spin around to see Simeon in your doorway again, holding a small vial of liquid. “Are you sure it’s safe for me to take?” you ask, wary of anything coming from Solomon. Simeon laughs, understanding your hesitation. “I know for a fact this is perfectly safe. It’s equivalent to any old pain killer you’d normally take, but it has many other soothing effects that will be good for you right now.” Hesitantly, you take the vial and down the contents. It’s sweet, but not terribly strong like normal medicine. Instantly, you begin to feel your muscles relaxing, and the cramps in your stomach go away almost immediately. However, your legs begin to buckle as your body relaxes, and Simeon is at your side once more holding you up. His arms, toned and strong, wrap around you to lift you up. “Come with me, my little lamb. It’s way past your bedtime.” You giggle, sleepily, as he begins to carry you bridal style across the hall to his own bedroom. “W-Wait, Simeon, I can sleep in my room, it’s fine…” He shakes his head, squeezing you tight before plopping you down onto his bed. “Your sheets are in the wash, so therefore you have to sleep with me tonight.” The moment you come in contact with his bed, you know you won’t be moving anytime soon. You figure it’s probably as soft as a cloud in the Celestial Realm. You sigh as he slips into the spot next to you, and you feel his legs brush against yours. He rolls over to face you, an expression of pure fondness on his face. “I’m glad you’re feeling better.” he says, leaning forward to press a soft kiss to your forehead. You blush, snuggling closer to him. “You always make me feel better, Simeon.” He grins as he plays with a strand of your hair. “Rest now, my love. I’ll be here when you wake up.”

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[domreader-headcannon-scenarios]

Kinktober day 15: p*ssyjob: Malleus

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Malleus bucked against you, groaning as you dragged yourself along his cocks. “P-please, p-put it inside?” You shook your head, leaning down to give him a gentle kiss. You feel a gush of slick between your legs, you groan in bliss, his cum acting as lube.

“Good boy,” You praise him, peppering him in kisses. “Just till I can cum, m’kay?” Malleus whimpered out a reply you don’t hear. “Hmm? Did you say something?”

Grinding against his cocks, you feel them writhing under you. “They are s-so sensitive, please-“ He choked out a moan when you reached under yourself, guiding one of his cocks into rubbing against your clit.

You groan, resting your head against his. “Just a little more…” You hiss out, hips speeding faster. You feel your core heating up as you get closer to your climax. You hiss feeling a heavy heat corses through you as you hit your peak.

Malleus keens under you as you push him into another orgasm, you really don’t know how many times he’s cum, but he doesn’t appear to mind at all, judging by the blissful smile on his face.

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[curatoroffiction]

Can i get a comfort fic of MC who's on their monthly and is having a really hard time, and Mammon cares for MC throughout? Im in need of some comfort T^T

Thankieww - artist anon♡

Absolutely! I hope that your time of the month gets a little easier. I had a lot of fun writing this. I hope it's every bit as fun for you to read!

Warnings:

AFAB MC

Detailed and graphic descriptions of menstrual cycle experiences

Gender-Neutral MC

Slightly dramatic beginning, because ✨I live for the drama.✨

------------------------------------------------------------------------------ You pause in your step, feeling a very familiar clawing in your gut. You reach out and grasp around, catching Mammon's worried forearm as he realizes you're lagging behind by more than a few steps. His blue-gold eyes look to you with concern as he sees your brow furrow. "Hey, hey, what's wrong?? What's goin' on??" He asks, stopping everything for you.

"A demon is trying to claw its way out of my uterus and it's trying to use my spine as a set of double doors" You gasp the vivid imagery to him and he's instantly concerned. He checks your back, but he's not seeing anything. He reaches to touch it, nervous, and when he does, you can feel the way his fingers gently massage into your lower back. Your shoulders relax to his touch.

"Issit a curse?? Are you dying?? I don't feel anythin' back here." The grip you have on his forearm relaxes as you get used to the cramping. It came on so suddenly. You thought you'd be fine for school, but obviously this just isn't going to work.

".. I need to go back home. Help me..?"

"Don't hafta ask me twice!" He goes to hoist you up and you groan, causing him to realize he needs to be more delicate with your midsection. He instead moves to gently ease you into his arms, your back against his right arm, your knees slung over his left. Your face is resting against his chest as he carries you, more worried for you than anything.

The shame is, today, you guys were the first to actually leave the house. You were going to be on-track to beat even Lucifer to school, but things didn't pan out in your favor.

Which also means, as he's carrying you back, the brothers each spot you two, and you end up collecting a worried entourage as Mammon gets you home.

"Why can't they walk?" Satan is more than a little worried, considering how much he's read on human ailments.

You groan. "Pain."

"Why are they in pain??" Asmodeus pouts, sad that you're having to deal with something so unpleasant.

"Dunno." Mammon doesn't care what the cause is - You asked him to take you home, so that's what he's going to do.

"Are you gonna be okay, ___?" Beelzebub is visibly concerned for you, Belphegor quietly following after the group as he takes note of every answer.

"Yeah. I think. Just. Can't do school. Not today."

Lucifer steps out of the house, locking up, only to turn to see a commotion at the gate. His brothers, not going to school, crowding around you, crumpled in Mammon's arms. ". . ."

Mammon calls out to him "Open the damn door! They gotta get inside!"

Lucifer opens the door, but he does take the lead of the brothers following after Mammon so he can get to the bottom of this problem.

Mammon sets you down on the couch in the main area and you miss the comforting security of his arms as he pulls away- But being able to curl up on your side is making you feel significantly better.

"Was something wrong with breakfast? What's happening?"

"It's my monthly." You tiredly hiss as you soothe yourself, hugging a pillow to your chest.

A few lightbulbs go off in the heads of the demons around you. Some, however, stay dim.

"Monthly what? Monthly bitch? Monthly pest? Monthly pain in the ass that's gonna get fucked up??" Mammon's pretty much ready to fight anything. "You said a demon was tryin'a claw its way outta yer spine, where are they?!"

Satan puts a hand on his shoulder. "Mammon. They're shedding their uterine lining. It's a painful process, but they'll ultimately be okay."

"Is it gonna be this painful the whole time?!" He looks to you, worried.

You've finally gotten a handle on the pain. You slump against the couch, shaking your head tiredly. "No.. But I'm not fit for school.." You look up to Mammon, his concern flooding through you as he worries about you.

"I'll have Levi set you up for distanced learning." Lucifer is already working on contingencies. "Is there anything we can get you to make the day easier?"

".. Can someone stay with me..?" You're shy as you ask. You can take care of yourself, but, it'd really make you feel loved if someone else could help you instead. "… I just.. don't want to be alone.. … And my needs might change throughout the day."

Lucifer can't even give his input when Mammon declares himself as your protector and caretaker for the day. "I'm the one you put in charge of 'em, ain't I?!" He almost looks like he's ready to fight Lucifer if he's about to say anything in protest. Lucifer exhales with a soft smile. He loves seeing how soft you've made his family.

"Alright. Everyone else; To school. Mammon will take care of ___ from here."

"Take care~" Asmodeus leans over the back of the couch, tugging you into a hug, giving you a gentle squeeze. "Mammon's lucky, getting to share all day with you ~"

Satan yoinks Asmodeus away from you, handing you your D.D.D, which fell earlier. "Don't hesitate to ask for help if you need it."

"Or to use the HoL Akuzon account to get yourself the things you need for your monthly." Lucifer adds, giving you a nod of his approval.

Belphegor scowls at Mammon. "Do you even know how to take care of a human on their period?"

"I know how to kick yer ass, how's that?"

Mammon shoots him a scowl in return and Belphegor motions to his D.D.D as he looks past Mammon to you. "Seriously, don't hesitate to ask for help. Don't cover for this dumbass if he fucks something up."

You gently grasp the back of Mammon's shirt, preventing him from getting angry at Belphegor as he softens to your touch. "I'll be okay. Mammon's a good caretaker."

Mammon's face heats up as he looks away from you at his brothers. "That's right!! ___'s number one! No one's gonna be a better caretaker!"

You chuckle softly, which causes his heart to pitter away in his chest. When his brothers have left, he kneels beside your couch, holding your hand. He softly grips your hand, giving it a squeeze, flustered. You speak softly; "Thank you for helping me. Can you get a bath run for me? A hot bath always makes my cramps better. 100°-105° fahrenheit." You always have to specify specific temperatures, otherwise most of the demon brothers will accidentally almost boil you alive.

Mammon nods, gently caressing your head with his free hand. He was so worried earlier. Seeing you crumple against him made him glad he was able to be there for you, but it didn't make it any less scary.. He catches himself looking to you tenderly and gets flustered, quickly escaping to the nearest bathroom to prepare it for you.

He's no Barbatos or Asmodeus when it comes to setting up baths, but he does bring you a robe and a towel when he comes to get you. As you walk together, he explains what he did. "I stole some of Asmo's bath salts - There was a basket in his room with yer name on it, I just assumed it was stuff he set aside for ya'. Also I took a bubble bath from that basket too. I didn't wanna overwhelm ya' in case scents nausiate ya', so I didn't go addin' any of those bath melts or bath bombs?? But I put some on the counter if y'want them. There's also a bucket beside the bathtub if y'need to hurl."

"Scents nausiating me? Needing to hurl?" You're confused. What does he think you're going through?

"Yeah, don't humans on their monthly get super sensitive to foods and cravings, and have pain and sometimes puke?"

".. While there is some overlap, I think you're mistaking this for pregnancy. I'm not pregnant, Mammon."

"…" Mammon digests this new information. "What exactly's gonna happen to you?"

"Well, I'm going to have cravings, I sometimes get some intense emotions, and I experience pain. I get bloating, my body feels gross, everything's going to feel gross, and I'm going to be knocked on my ass with fatigue. That's all pretty normal considering I have an open internal wound right now."

"WAIT WHAT" Mammon's shocked. That's what a monthly is? An open wound internally every month?!

You can't help but laugh a little. "Yeah, my body has an organ that just rips its own inner lining out once a month. It's kind of like if your colon shed its inner skin once a month."

"WHAT THE FUCK" Mammon's visibly upset at the sheer idea, and his asshole clenches at the thought. He couldn't imagine that kind of pain, let alone every single month. He will not be getting over this any time soon.

You're looking around as he's grappling with the mortifying ordeal of having a uterus, and you ask "Mammon, did you bring any tampons for this bath? Or a menstrual cup or something?"

"Huh?"

"To soak up or catch the blood"

"WHAT"

"Yeah, the blood comes out. I don't want to be soaking in it in the bath."

Mammon shakes his head. Okay, so there's a lot more to this than he realized - But that doesn't mean you have to hold his hand through this. He's going to be the best protector/caretaker you ever had. "Okay, where do I find 'em?"

"I keep a drawer of them in my bathroom upstairs. The tampons are these little insertion type things in plastic wrapping, and the cup is in a box labeled appropriately."

"Got it."

He rushes upstairs and comes down to bring you the entire damn drawer and its contents. When you laugh, he feels embarrassed, but in a good way. It made you smile. You shoo him out of the bathroom so you can take a long soak and get the muscles in your lower back to stop spasming.

As you do, Mammon asks from outside the door "Hey, is there anythin' you're craving right now?"

"Oh man, that super greasy food from Hell's Burger sounds amazing.. but the sweetbread from Madame Scream's sounds really good too.. And Godevil Chocolatier's fudge? Mmm.. Oh, and that thing you made for dinner last week was amazing, but I don't think we have anymore leftovers.." You list off all the foods that sound good to you, that you can feel your body craving. "Mmm.. I can't choose. Anything I've listed would be awesome."

"Gotcha." Mammon heads off, leaving you to soak in your tub in peace.

Beside the tub, you see your favorite cold drink that Mammon forgot to tell you he grabbed for you. Popping it open, you rest back against the back of the tub, letting your body soak in the heat and the comfort. Mammon's very good at complimenting scents - He wears enough colognes and body products to know how to use products that compliment each other and don't overwhelm the person. Even as he was scrambling to figure everything out on the fly, he was focused enough to get the important details right.

You had a good choice of bath additives, and you were able to add whatever you wanted to the bath which made it comfy and soothing, but also fun and an experience. You almost forget about your situation as you get out of the tub and apply your moisturizers, then don your robe, putting on some slippers. The robe is fluffy and comfy and fits you perfectly. Asmodeus got it for you because it reminded him of when you were in your sheep form. You're hungry, so when you step out of the bathroom and smell some amazing food down the hall, you almost miss the pjs and underwear he left sitting, neatly folded on a small stepstool in the hall for you. You grab them, put them on, and then meander into the kitchen to find Mammon cooking the food he made last week for dinner. …. Surrounded by bags from various restaurants and stores of every other thing you rattled off the top of your head.

Mammon grins to you as you enter. "Eat up! You can have whatever you like! An' anything you don't wanna eat now, we can save for later. An' if you don't want it later, we'll let Beelzebub eat it."

You're a little overwhelmed at his generosity and kindness, shyly unwrapping some of the greasier food as he cooks and you sit at the kitchen island. "… thank you." Your voice is quiet. Mammon grins even bigger as he sets another of your favorite drinks that he knows goes well with the food you're eating in front of you.

"You'll never want for a thing while I'm around. You got that?"

You nod, smiling warmly to him as you rest against the counter. The way you look at him so warmly gets him flustered, so he turns away.

"… I was, uh, readin' up on these monthly things. I read massages are good for them?"

"Yeah, they can be. My body's feeling okay right now, I just wanna lay down and be cuddled for a while though.."

"Well I can do that too!" He quickly adds, as though you were going to go upstairs and ask Levi to snuggle with you instead or something. When he's done cooking, you grab a plate of the food he cooked, some fries from Hell's Burger, some chocolates, and two of your favorite drinks, and you head into the living room with him. Here, you find that he has a whole collection of blankets and pillows for you, which you quickly make a nest in with Mammon as the center. He hugs you as you rest atop him, the both of you laying on the couch as you watch tv and you snack on anything you crave in the moment.

Any moment that you shift to get up, or you want something, Mammon's quick to take it on his shoulders if he can instead, each moment just loving on you through his attentive service. But, you don't end up needing much because he's already met every need. His hands massage into your back as he holds you, and you hug him close, your head resting on his chest. You're buried in a mound of comfy blankets in the cool HoL air. It's warm, and Mammon's your key source of heat, enveloping you in comfort as he wouldn't let you go for anything.

It's easy for you to fall asleep in his arms like this.

You wake up a few hours later, and he's still awake, just gently caressing your back, affectionately looking to you. When he realizes you're awake again though, he quickly looks away in embarrassment. ".. mornin'."

".. Mornin'." You smile against him, stretching out against him, and then hugging him close. ".. thank you. I feel a lot better than I did this morning."

"Well of course y'do. Yer first and best man ain't about to let you down."

"I knew you wouldn't." You can feel the way his skin warms against yours with your praise. He hugs you close. The way you trust in him, and the way you come to him when you need someone, it never fails to make him feel proud of himself.

You never fail to make him feel on top of the world. He wonders if you realize just how wonderful you are to him, and how much you mean to him. Looking at you like this, he almost wants to say something and tell you exactly how he feels, but the sound of Levi entering the room causes him to chicken out. Levi brings in a laptop set up for you to do distanced learning, so you can catch up on the classes you missed today, as well as attend the remaining ones on your roster. Mammon almost sighs at just how bad Levi's timing is as you start to sit up.

Maybe for now, this moment here is good enough with you.

After all, it means the absolute world to him.

Even as you do your learning, Mammon hugs you from behind, resting his head anywhere from the top of your head to your shoulder, depending on how much you sink down.

He's here beside you every step of the way, until you tell him otherwise.

You did, after all, choose him to ask for help. And Mammon will never let you down if he can help it.

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[reijniana]

Indecision

Author’s Note: Hello hello! I have been working on this part for a bit and I really hope you enjoy! If there’s any odd sentences or poor grammar - thank my 3AM brain for adding in a bit of spice. This is the follow-up to Foolish. TW: AFAB Reader, Mentioning Gore, Threats of Reader’s Death, Dub-con, Creampie, Painful Sex (You know Michael gets what he wants when he wants.) The abrupt banging on your door and sound of police sirens woke you up. Somehow, you had managed to fall asleep on the couch, even though Michael was sitting right next to you. The bowl of popcorn was nowhere to be seen and neither was Michael. The incessant banging made you groan, pulling the blanket off--

Blanket?

You shook your head and pushed the thought aside, standing up and shuffling to the door while rubbing the sleep from your eyes. The moment the lock clicked open and the handle was turned, you were greeted with the sight of multiple police officers shining flashlights on you, making you wince from the sudden blinding light. Their faces were obscured, but their tense nature was apparent.

“Hello, Officers,” you muttered, still trying to push your sleepy haze from your mind, leaning against the door while you held it open. Without a word, a few of the flashlights turned off and one even sighed in relief.

“Hello Miss. We’ve been ordered to secure your property and neutralize any threat. Last report of your whereabouts came from the hospital, where Michael Myers had kidnapped you and stolen your car. We have reasonable suspicion that he is here on your property. It’s a miracle you’re still alive,” the sheriff declared. Each word he said somehow made you even more confused. You looked back into the house, only then spotting the white mask peering through the back window. The dark silhouette unmoving.

“Oh? Well I’m sorry to say, but I haven’t seen him. I’d assume he’s headed towards his childhood home, like he did the last time he got out. You’re free to search the area, but I haven’t seen or heard anything,” you felt your heart plummet as you covered for the murderer. To you, Michael was just a man who wasn’t given a chance. Your parents knew the Myers and they often talked about how abuse and neglect ran rampant in the home. In a twisted way, you wanted to care for him, but you knew you could never provide what he needed. Ultimately, he chose you. The first person to be with Michael Myers outside of Smith’s Grove and survive.

“We’ll be on the lookout, ma’am. Lock your doors and windows. Do call if there’s anything out of the ordinary,” the sheriff concluded, the other officers preparing their canines to search the premises. The calmness of it all didn’t feel right, especially since they had stated hard evidence and didn’t question further. It remained on your mind as you closed the door behind you. A sigh left your lips and for a moment, you felt like your world was falling apart.

Just as the first tear fell, a hand gripped your shoulder, turning you around and shocking the sadness from your mind. A rough but articulate finger wiped the tear away, Michael’s blue eyes coldly staring you down from behind the mask. He slowly shook his head back and forth before standing back upright and quietly leaving your side. He went upstairs, likely to watch the police officers scurry around in hopes of finding him. Each movement he made was as silent as the night and you could barely take anymore of this nonsense so you headed to your room upstairs as well, a stressed sigh coming from your lips while you shut the light off in your room. Once you laid down, your eyes stayed wide open, watching the police shine their flashlights through the forest.

Your home wasn’t safe for you anymore. It was a fact that sunk into the core of your body, knotting up your stomach until you felt nothing but guilt, ashamed for letting Michael get away with such a thing. He killed without remorse and, what you had learned from the chatter, he seemed to enjoy it, arranging corpses in different manners and even decorating one with his sister’s gravestone. Dr. Loomis was welded to the fact that he was the embodiment of pure evil, that he should be euthanized for the crimes he committed. Plenty objected to the idea, while plenty agreed. The only reason he was still alive at Smith’s Grove is because of the continual questioning and testing on him. While working at the hospital, you learned how far kindness went with the people there - people who were considered to be “lost hopes” - but they were humans, just as you were. The way the staff treated them was akin to rabid animals. The only time you had spent a substantial amount of time with Michael was when one of Loomis’ nurses had contracted a severe case of the flu. You were the only one who accepted the position as others feared for their lives. Like always, he was silent, his one unwounded eye watching you with his other patched and bandaged. You were given the task to clean the bandages as necessary and record any distinct movements or any verbalizations. Each time you came close to Michael, it was with respect, not standing away and reaching towards him like he was a feral cat about to pounce. He was restrained to his seat and you pulled up a chair next to him, having all your supplies in a small tray in your lap. He was stone-cold and the only sort of interaction you had was when you had patched him up for the last time and explained that the other nurse was coming back. He nodded and his blue eyes left you while the guards took him back to his room.

You never knew if he remembered you, until now.

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Hours after the police had concluded their search and told you that they’d come back tomorrow, you thanked them and one shook your hand, kissing your knuckles and making you fake a giggle. When you closed the door, you could feel his eyes on you, but like normal, you never knew from where. Starting to head upstairs, a hand wrapped around your long hair and tugged you backwards. You lost your balance and stumbled into his chest, your heart immediately pumping from the idea of a threat. Your face paled and you felt a cold knife against your neck. Was he going to kill you now? Had he gotten what he wanted and was going to finish the job? You gulped and closed your eyes, waiting for the blade to slide across your neck like a hot knife to butter. It was still, but remained a threat while the brick wall of a man pushed you forwards up the stairs and into your bedroom. Once you were there, the hand let go of your hair only to shove you down to the floor with excessive force. The thud from the fall made pictures on your desk rumble, the dark looming figure above you unmoving, unwilling to give you any expression to work off of. The glinting light of the blade was the only queue you had to think about what he was going to do. With your hands raised to your chest and palms spread out, your chest heaved with each breath, the fear of death making every instinct in your body to run.

Movement. He knelt over you, his face about an arms reach away when he raised the knife over his head, his hand snatching your neck, and your hands shivering with fear. You felt the muscles in his body flex when he swung the knife down, making you shriek and squeeze your eyes shut. The blade only moments from sinking into your flesh when -

THUD.

You open your eyes and see the light of the moon shimmering on the knife mere centimeters from your head. Had he missed? No, Michael was experienced. He never missed. The terror in your body made your legs feel like lead, your hands slowly curling up and resting on your chest. He stared down at you, the slightest bit of light letting you know that he was intent on watching you; drinking in your fear and breathing it in. You trembled below him, making his hand tighten around your throat. Your breaths became shallow wheezes, your whole body shaking below him as you struggled to breathe. The darkness in your vision slowly crept in when his hand was removed, allowing you to suck in a full breath of air while a thundering headache rushed into your head. Was he apprehensive to kill you? Did he make some sort of mistake? Your thoughts ran wild, trying to think why he wouldn’t finish you off when you were clearly vulnerable to him currently.

Without warning, his weight was shifted off of you and you found yourself barely able to stand up before you were thrown to your bed like a sack of potatoes. The behemoth of a man crawled over you once again, only now he pushed your legs apart and let them rest on his hips. Everything was moving so fast and you could only blink a few times while he unzipped his mechanic’s coveralls, his needy fingers hooking onto your sweatpants and tugging them down.

“Now-.. Michael! Wait a second…-” you stammered, struggling to say anything as your sweatpants were pulled off, your womanhood concealed behind a thin layer of cotton fabric. His hands didn’t heed to your word until you grabbed his wrist, his head slowly shifting upwards to glare at you. With a single look, you were left speechless. “I…I-... We don’t-... know each other like this!” you protested, his cold gaze giving you nothing to work off of.

“Mine.”

Your jaw went slack and your eyes widened, the grip on his wrist loosening as he uttered his first word to you. It sounded like more of a growl from his unused vocal chords. The husky and guttural sound of his voice made your stomach flutter, his first word only leaving even more of a mark as he claimed you as his. It left you speechless, blinking lazily like a fool until his hand moved again towards your hip, the protest within you had partially evaporated. In all honesty, you knew how handsome he was under that mask and couldn’t help but ogle from time to time, but you also worried that if you protested any more, he would sink his knife into your chest and move on. Michael was enigmatic and you didn’t want to have him murder you just because you wanted to force the killer to ask for consent.

His deft hands discarded your panties on the floor and he pressed his clothed groin between your legs, letting you feel how excited he was from toying with you - making you fear him. The size took a moment for you to register in your brain, feeling his slow grinding making him twitch against you. The clothing made it hard to tell, but he didn’t keep you waiting. It was like he read your mind with how quickly he pushed his coveralls off his waist, letting his feverish erection lay on top of your pubic bone. It made you gulp as you looked down, the length of it alone sending a shiver up your spine. He pulled back his hips, finding the warmest and slickest part of you, pressing into you without a care of how you felt.

You winced, feeling him buck his hips forward to try to fully plunge himself into you. His cock pressed up against your cervix, making you wince whenever he tried to push forward even more. Eventually, with another rough thrust, the head slipped upwards from your cervix, pressing deep into you until he bottomed out. The feeling of having him adventure that deep into you left you speechless. There was no foreplay and you were barely aroused by the time he forced himself into you, yet he managed to submerge into your core. Your hand went to your lower abdomen when he pulled back his hips, only to slam in again and make you let out the most primal moan you had ever managed to make. The head of his cock pushed up enough to make a small lump form on your lower abdomen. Just the idea of him hitting such a sensitive spot had made you aroused to a point that even he felt the difference, letting out a low and almost silent vocalizations while he built up rhythm.

Your head fell back onto your pillows and his hands went to your waist, gripping onto you so hard you felt the small capillaries pop under his fingers. Your brow furrowed and your body threatened to clamp down onto him, making him shudder while you continued to moan and whimper under him, every inch of your body inviting him to lay claim to the most precious part of your body. To say you lusted for him would be an understatement. You *hungered* for him, wanting him to set you over that edge, wanting him to make you fold over in pleasure. The mask above you retained the mystery behind the man’s expression, but you could see his eyes watching every thrust he made, watching the sticky lubricant cling between the rough clapping of skin against skin.

The moment his thrusting increased was the moment you felt the barrier snap open, making you howl out in ecstasy while your back lifted up, burying your head into the pillows while your muscles clamped down around him. You continue to gush a few moments after your climax has subsided, his hips still keeping up a ruthless pace and leaving no worry to the reddening skin on your thighs and ass. Each of his thrusts sent shockwaves of pleasure over you, your sensitivity heightened to a point that his brutal thrusts made you cry out in pleasure. In the blink of an eye, one hand lifted from your waist and gripped onto your neck, the veins in his forearm popping out as he squeezed, his hips pumping as fast as he could when he reached his climax, only to finish by roughly slamming into you. Your wide and teary eyes gazed up at him with a weakness that even he was consumed by. The vice grip from his hand released and you heaved, sucking in a breath of air while he kept himself inside you, his hands curling up and steadying him while sweat beaded up on his bare chest, each breath of his blowing hot air from the nose and eye holes of the mask.

Your eyelids become heavy, slowly settling down until he ends up moving, lifting himself off you and moving towards the bathroom. Every ounce of energy you had was all used up in the orgasm you had. Each muscle in your body trembled, struggling to relax while you slowly came down from your high. Just as you began to doze off, the mattress under you dipped down and Michael’s maskless breaths graced your ears, but you were much too tired to open your eyes.

#michael myers #michael myers x reader #michael myers 1978 #slasher fanfiction #michael myers x yn #my writing #fanfic #slashers #horror #slashers x reader #slasher x you #afab mc #dbd #dbd fanfic #halloween 1978 #halloween #halloween fanfic #female writer #slasher community #og michael myers #og michael myers x reader #the shape

[leviathans-body-pillow]

Asmo: I’m telling you Mammon they/them pussy is different

Mammon: pussy is pussy just watch me!

*he walks of into Mc’s room*

*BIG EXPLOSION*

*comes back into frame clothes on backwards and hair burnt*

Source: Easilyy on twitter

#gonna draw this later #obey me #obey me shall we date #obey me asmodeus #obey me asmo #om swd #obey me mammon #afab mc #obey me incorrect quotes

[wouldyoustayvn]

Hi there, ( my age is in bio) I've been following for the past 2 week? You are very talented, i really like your art and how you draw in general.

My ask is how good Virgil is when taking care of an MC with painful periods

Also hello from the Caribbean

Virgil with AFAB Mc with painful periods

Virgil have been in that situation before with his sister, but of course he knew that each person are different when it comes to dealing with periods. He’ll ask Mc of what would they like for him to help them out. He’ll give them chocolates or any snack they wanted, make them tea or any drink that can at least soothe the cramps, would leave them be if they ask him for personal time. He’ll check up on them time to time if they wanted anything else. He’ll also go buy some hygiene stuffs for them as well, and buy some more stuffs for them!

((Also thank you so much! <3))

#virgil evans #would you stay game #wouldyoustay? #yandere virgil #would you stay? #wysvn #virgil #would you stay visual novel #ask yan virgil #afab mc

[twisted-gremlin]

When an AFAB mc is going trough monthly hell and dhysphoria, I think Deuce, Jack, and Epel team up to make mc feel like themself again. Masc time? Blasticyle rideing time. Adrogony? They will dress a bit more fem to make you feel comfortable. Deuce also brings sweets Trey made to help mc survive the physical hell of being afab.

#twisted wonderland #twst #twst hcs #twst mc #duce spade #epel felmier #jack howl #afab mc

[random-twst-things]

Malleus:

Mc: *Smiling* Oh, hi Malleus! How are you doing? 🙂

Malleus:

Mc and Malleus somehow at a wedding reception:

Priest (or whatever): You may now kiss the bride/groom

Mc in a wedding dress/suit: where tf am I?

Malleus: 🙂🙂🙂

#twisted wonderland #disney twisted wonderland #twst memes #twisted wonderland x reader #diasomnia #malleus draconia x reader #twst malleus #malleus draconia #malleus x reader #Malleus meme #twst meme #twisted wonderland meme #random-twst-things-incorrect-quotes #afab mc #🌺.-Random-twst-things

[attic-club-sandwich]

Summary: MC wakes one night to a familiar problem. Someone else is also awake at that hour and he comes to comfort them. A short drabble about MC getting their period for the first time since regaining their human form in the Devildom

Asmodeus x afab!MC

CW: MC has a vagina and menstruates. Period content. Blood Mentions. afab!MC x the brothers.

A/N: Here we are with another part to the Only Human series! Only 2 more of the demon brothers to go. Asmo was honestly super fun to write for, he'd be the perfect one out of the brothers to go to in your time of need. He just gets it you know? Plus I hc that he just as that stuff readily available for any human friends, etc. that may spend the night and need it.

Masterlist

You sighed in frustration as you tossed and turned. You haven’t been able to sleep all night due to the discomfort you had going on in your lower stomach. These cramps were seriously going to be the death of you if you didn’t do something about it soon. Reluctantly, you leaned over to your nightstand to glance at the time on your D.D.D. 

It read 1:45am. 

You groaned and flung the blankets to the side and hopped out of bed. Thankfully you had your own bathroom, so you slowly stumbled your way in. The last time you checked, you hadn’t actually started your period, but the raging cramps in your abdomen indicated it was coming any moment now. You stopped to check the cupboard in the bathroom, but realized almost immediately you had no hygiene products. “..Shit.” you mumbled. You stood in front of your bathroom sink for a few minutes, rubbing the sleepiness from your eyes. What do I do now? You thought. It has only been a few weeks since you’ve regained your human form, and the thought of getting your monthly cycle completely slipped from your mind. You didn’t even have any sort of pain medication, which is what you desperately needed to alleviate the cramps. 

Another wave of cramping hit you as you were walking back to your room, causing you to sink to the floor. Resting your head on your knees, you began to cry in a mix of frustration and pain. You hated yourself for feeling so helpless, but you also really didn't want to bother any of the brothers with your problem. The embarrassment of trying to explain your situation to the 7 strongest Demons in the Devildom was enough to make your face burn. Your thoughts were disrupted as you began hearing noises coming from somewhere in the house. It sounded like the front door slamming shut which caused you to flinch. Who was out at this hour? You could think of at least a couple of different people, and you hoped you were right and it wasn’t some stray demon attempting to break into the House of Lamentation. As you began wiping the tears from your cheeks, you heard your D.D.D go off on your nightstand. You sniffed and got back up to your feet and made your way over to your bed again. You grabbed your D.D.D off the charger, and saw that you had a text message from Asmodeus. 

Hey, MC! Do you happen to be up? I just got back from a party but Solomon didn’t wanna come hang out with me. Want to come join me in my room? ;)

You sighed, relieved that it was only Asmo coming home this late at night. You re-read his message and let out a snort as you imagined Asmo trying to seduce the sorcerer into spending the night with him. It was past his curfew, he probably had to go home and go to bed, you giggled. As you were about to type out your reply, you could hear the sound of heels clicking outside on the tile in the hallway. That’s gotta be him. Quickly, you got to your feet again and rushed over to your bedroom door. You briefly paused to listen to the footsteps getting closer as they made their way down the hallway. Cracking your door open, you poked your head out to meet Asmo as he was passing by. “Ah! MC! You scared me!” he squeaked, jumping back slightly and bringing his hand to his chest. “Oops, sorry Asmo, I heard you coming.” you giggled. “Did you get my text? I wanted to ask if you’d come spend the night with me!” he winked. “Yes, I did. I just heard you coming down the hall so I figured I'd meet you.” Asmo grinned, then his smile quickly dropped. “Wait, did I wake you? I’m so sorry!” You shook your head. “No, I've been up. I don’t actually feel very good, so I haven’t been able to sleep…” Asmo frowned. “Oh, MC, what’s wrong? Your face looks puffy from crying...” You sighed and opened your door wider, offering for him to enter your room. He gladly accepted the invitation and quickly followed you in, trying to be quiet so as to not wake the rest of his brothers. 

As he shut the door, you sat back down on your bed, bringing your blanket over your lap. You glanced up at him and finally noticed the outfit he was wearing. He was in his demon form, and you couldn’t help but run your gaze over his long, slender legs, the one being slightly exposed by the cut offs in his form fitting jeans. Asmo giggled, “You like what you see, darling?” You felt your face heat up in embarrassment at being caught completely ogling the 5th Ruler of Hell. “S-Sorry!” You squeaked out. “A-Anyways. I was hoping you could help me…” you trailed off. Asmo took a seat next to you, brushing your hair back. “What is it, MC?” You hesitated before continuing. “I um, well… I got my period… and I don't have anything…and the cramps are really bad…” The Avatar of Lust gasped. “You mean you’ve been up all night dealing with this alone?” His light orange eyes shone with sadness. You averted your gaze from his and shrugged. “I mean, I’m pretty used to it…but I admit I am really embarrassed to ask you guys…” Asmo pulled you into a tight hug. “Oh honey, I am so sorry you’ve felt this way! But I can assure you, you’ve come to the right demon.” you whimpered in relief as you felt his warm embrace around you. Asmo released his grip on you and stood up. “Please, come with me. I have everything you need in my bathroom!” he held out his hand to you. You smiled and placed your hand in his and he helped you to your feet. “Thank you so much Asmo.” The 5th born smiled warmly as he led you out of your room and down the hallway. “No problem! I have friends who forget stuff all the time, so I always have plenty stashed away.” After a short walk hand in hand, the two of you made it to Asmo’s bedroom. You were always pleasantly surprised by the Avatar of Lust’s room. It was gorgeous, and you always felt relaxed by the light floral scent that lingered in the air. Asmo skipped over to his bathroom door and gestured to it. “Here you go, darling! Please take your time. Everything you need is in the cabinet above the sink. Those should hold you over until we can get you to the store!” You nodded and smiled graciously at him. “Thank you again.” Asmo winked as he took a step closer to you, placing a soft kiss on your warm cheek. “Of course! And if you need some extra pain relief, I know the perfect way to settle those cramps.”

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[domreader-headcannon-scenarios]

Kinktober day 19: wedding night: Barbatos

(Reader is afab and wears a wedding dress!)

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Barbatos lovingly carried you to your (now) shared bedroom. He gently placed you on the bed, climbing onto the bed next to you. “Love, should we continue, or would you rather rest? We don’t have to do anyth-“

You cut him off with a kiss, rolling ontop of him. You positioned yourself onto his lap, gently rocking against him. “Barbatos, I know demons have it differently, but humans tend to ‘mate’ after their wedding, it’s fine if you don’t want to, but if you’re willing, I’d like to.”

Barbatos purred in response, gently adjusting your dress. “Well of course, I’m a demon after all, I have desires as well.” You can see the light blush on his cheeks, and you can feel him hardening under. “So, if you still want to, I’m all yours.”

You turn yourself. “Can you get my zipper?” Barbatos makes quick work of your dress. You toss your bra to the side and Barb ‘helps’ you remove your panties. Barbatos groaned, quickly stripping himself of his tuxedo.

“Master-“

You shoved him down against the bed, hips hovering over his own. “Barbatos, we just got married, we are equals, ok?” You rock your hips against him.

#nsft #obey me #omomtrta #barbatos #barbatos x mc #barbatos x reader #sub barbatos #sub obey me #kinktober #kinktober 2022 #dom reader #afab mc #afab reader #wedding night

[curatoroffiction]

Hi! Idk if you still write about Obey Me! Characters anymore or not but I just read your fic about Mc on their monthly and I absolutely fell in LOVE with it! I was wondering if you could do one where Mammon kind of takes care of Mc while they’re pregnant? I just think it would be a cute idea to see Mammon go into devoted partner/parent mode :)

I actively write for Obey Me and Twisted Wonderland, actually! Thank you for asking!

If you're ever wondering what my status is for taking requests, you can find my status updated on my "Masterlist/Rules" post, which is pinned on my blog. I've now added a link that I'll keep updated on the latest posts I make for that status. Also, I've done a few AFAB pieces recently, but I also am comfortable doing AMAB pieces as well if any readers are curious!

That being said, I hope you enjoy this! It was a little more outside my wheelhouse, but I wanted to make it fun and engaging as much as I wanted to make it comforting and heartwarming. It falls a little outside your request, but it sparked a muse and I ran with it.

Content Warnings:

AFAB Reader

Gender Neutral Reader

Pregnancy

Established romance with Mammon

------------------------------------------------------------------------------ "So what's this gonna be like?" Mammon, arms wrapped around your shoulders, looks to Solomon from over your shoulder.

As the resident expert on humans and demons, and having an extensive history of oddjobs, many of which were medical, Solomon made the most adept medical professional for your current situation. You and Mammon have decided to start a family together. That doesn't come without its own complications, but Solomon made it easier.

It also helped that he helped you fuck with Mammon a lot.

"Well, as the baby grows inside of me, it'll eventually start growing a brain, and probably by about the second or third trimester, it'll start trying to fight me for control of my body." You hardly keep a straight face, but it gets worse as you and Mammon see Solomon sagely nodding along. You almost break and laugh right then and there.

Mammon's face turns from disbelief to shock at the sight of Solomon agreeing and he looks to you with the most gentle and nervous horror. Like he feels responsible for what you're about to endure. It's so hard to keep a straight face as he's losing it, so you half-cover your mouth and close your eyes, nodding to reaffirm what you've just said.

Mammon steps back, releasing you from his comforting hug as he tries to digest this information. He realizes he's about to lose it in front of you, so he excuses himself. "Uh, I just realized I left our.. Our pregnancy bag! Back in the car! Yeah! I'll be right back."

You can tell he's freaking out. It takes all of yours and Solomon's strength not to crack until Mammon's gone. ---

Once he's gone, you two just lose it. You laugh so hard that tears form in the corners of your eyes. Solomon has to hold himself up against his table.

Between hushed laughter, Solomon wheezes out; "I didn't think he'd actually believe it"

"I never thought you'd go along"

"How long do you think we can keep this up"

"Honestly depends on whether Belphegor wants to spoil the fun or not."

"I hope we can keep this going forever."

"It'd truly be the gift that keeps on giving." ---

Mammon, texting his brothers;

Mammon: [APPARENTLY HUMAN BABIES PILOT THEIR HOSTS WHEN THEY GET SMART ENOUGH]

Levi: [Wait, wait what??]

[YEAH, LIKE THOSE ROBOTS FROM YOUR SHOWS]

[WAIT WHAT]

[YOU KNOW- THE ONES THAT PEOPLE GET INSIDE AND PILOT??]

[YOU TURNED ___ INTO A MECH?]

[YEAH]

Lucifer, interjecting: [That doesn't sound right.]

Belphegor, who knows damn well this is not what happens when humans have babies, is opting to stay silent, because this is significantly funnier than calling Mammon out for being stupid. If the entire group can believe this, it's even better.

Beelzebub, worried: [Are they going to be okay?? What's going to happen when the baby's in charge? Are we going to have to watch them?]

Satan: [I'm looking through my human pregnancy and prenatal books right now and I'm not finding anything about the baby taking over its host?]

Belphegor, who won't stand for your baby being treated like a parasite, only interjects to explain: [Parent. Not host. Parent. The parent carrying the baby.]

Satan, not understanding: [That's what I said?]

Belphegor: [___ isn't a host, they are the parent. Stop calling them a host like the baby is some kind of tumor.]

Lucifer: [Mammon. Please explain? Why do you think that the baby is going to pilot ___?]

Mammon, who still is losing his collective shit: [___ SAID IT THEMSELF AND SOLOMON SAID IT WAS TRUE, AND I'M FREAKING OUT. SOLOMON SAID IT WAS NORMAL AND WOULDN'T BE HARMFUL, BUT WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH HUMANS]

Beelzebub: [I wonder if the baby will like different foods when its in control. I'm excited to meet the baby.]

Asmodeus: [Oooh, I can get the baby's preferences for when we're getting their room ready, and deciding on clothes! What a great evolutionary trait!]

Satan: [I want to see if we can learn what books it likes. Then we can stock up on lots of them before they arrive.]

Mammon: [HOW ARE YOU ALL STAYING SO CALM?!]

Lucifer: [You said they said it was normal for humans, yes?]

Mammon: [Yeah??]

Lucifer: [Then there's no need to worry. You started a family with someone from another realm, so now you get a crash-course in their biology. Did you not think there would be differences between you two?]

Mammon: [BUT THIS IS WEIRD, RIGHT?]

Leviathan: [I'm actually with Mammon on this one for once.]

Mammon: [THANK YOU]

Lucifer: [Whatever may come, you're the one they chose. Are you going to prove yourself as their 'Number One', or are you going to fail them?]

There's a long pause in the chat as everyone awaits Mammon's reply. It takes him a moment as he's still freaking out but now he's upset because Lucifer is right. You chose him. He's your number one in every sense of the word. If he can't handle this, then does he deserve to be your number one?

Mammon: [I'm still freaking out but you're right. I've got a family now. I've got to stay strong and be the man they know they can rely on.]

Lucifer: [Good.]

Asmodeus: [Where are they?]

Mammon: [Oh shit I ran out of there I've gotta go back] ---

Mammon returns, sheepish, way outside of his element, and feeling like he's in over his head, but he refuses to ever let you down. He dips into Simeon's room, since you're both at Purgatory Hall for the check-up with Solomon, and he steals a bouquet of flowers from a vase in the angel's room. He dries them off on his shirt and brings them to you. When he arrives, he asks Solomon to give you two a moment together alone.

When Solomon's gone, Mammon hands you the flowers and looks away, his face hot with embarrassment. "Whatever happens, I'm here for ya'. I'm not goin' anywhere. Sorry if I seemed freaked out before, I just, this is new to me. But I'm here. And I ain' goin' anywhere. Even if y'get mad, or the baby hates me!"

You feel your heart soften from his warmth. That same love and devotion that melted your heart when you first got to know this demon. He's still as determined as ever to be strong for you. You smile warmly, moving to hug him, resting your head in against his shoulder. He softly massages into your back - A comfort he's been doing more as the pregnancy has been giving you backaches. "The baby's not going to hate you, Love. They couldn't. You're amazing."

You can feel the heat in Mammon's body rise as he gives you a soft squeeze, careful of your torso as he buries his face in your neck. "No you are.. There's so much new ground we're treadin', an' you're just so strong in the face of it all.." He rarely lets down his walls to admit his fears, but when it's just you, he's not ashamed to admit he's afraid. He knows you know his strength. "I just wanna prove to ya' that I'm here for all of it. I'll be your rock. Alright?"

You move to warmly peck his face, causing him to softly pepper your cheek with pecks, until you two meet in the middle in a warm, gentle kiss. You two savor the contact for a moment. When you part, you softly murmur "… Thank you. I love you."

Mammon smiles big, grinning as his love for you swells in his chest. He hugs you close. "We're gonna have a baby!" He picks you up, doing a small celebratory turn in a circle and gently setting you back down as you laugh, hugging him back just as warmly.

"We're gonna have a baby."

"Fuck, I love you.." You can see small tears forming in the corners of his eyes as he says this to you, his hand softly cradling your face. You laugh happily with his mushiness, cradling his head to you, tugging him into another kiss, which he warmly returns.

Mammon's love for you is overwhelming, and no matter what the odds you face together, he'll be there to fight right beside you. ---

Bonus Scene:

Belphegor, texting Solomon;

Belphegor: [So like, how long is this gag gonna go?]

Solomon: [As long as ___ can keep a straight face. I can go forever.]

Belphegor: [I'm in.]

Solomon: [They're going to be so happy to hear that.]

#Obey Me #Obey Me! #Mammon #mammon x gender neutral reader #Mammon x Reader #Mammon/Reader #Romance #Romantic #Pregnancy #Asks #Anon Asks #Writing #Fanfic #Fic #AFAB MC #Gender Neutral MC #GN MC #Pregnant MC #Pregnant #Fluff #Funny #Cute #Heartwarming #Silly #AFAB Reader #AFAB

[cptsadist]

♡~HI!~♡ I hope you're having a good day and getting the rest u need! Now this question may be uncomfortable so please ignore it if it bothers u! How would the characters react to an (already kidnapped) afab mc that has viciously bad period cramps. I mean like, throwing up and fainting its so bad type of pain and suffering.

Thank you for the thoughts!! And I don't mind answering this at all! Also this is if the Boys are attached to MC, just for context!

How the Boys would react to an MC having terrible period cramps:

TRANCE: Trance would try to comfort them the best he can. He'll get them all comfy in bed bundle them up in blankets, and make some hot tea for them. Then cuddle them and watch their favorite show with them all day long.

EGON: Egon would stay by MCs side and ask them if they need anything often, checking in on them. He doesn't have a lot of experience with this sort of thing, but if they ask for something, he'll try to make it happen.

SEIREN: Seiren doesn't know what to do, he would just have to have MC walk him through stuff to help. He would try to massage their shoulders and cuddle on them to help them feel better.

WRAITH: Would go to the store and get them an ungodly amount of period products because this boy doesn't have a clue how these things work.

JET: He would offer them some painkillers and would go and buy them what they needed, and he would give tummy rubs and comfort them.

HAUER: Hauer would probably just write notes down and document how their period is affecting them, but would eventually aigh and ask what they need, though he doesn't seem too pleased to have to take care of them.

RALPH: Ralph would know that something is up before they even told him. He would suddenly be a lot more affectionate and would whine a lot. He would be really concerned because he would want to help but wouldn't know how.

#afab mc #captainsadist #gamedev #murder sim #cptsadist #murder oc #murder ocs #siren from hell #oc #rip your heart out #ralph #trance #egon #seiren #wraith #jet #hauer #ask cptsadist

[reijniana]

Desperation

Author’s Note: Sorry for the break in posting! I’ve been severely depressed recently due this the loss of my hamster (Boris) and dipping between counselors. This post is a bit shorter, but I hope you all enjoy it! Follow up to Indecision TW: AFAB Reader, Blood, Knifeplay, Slight NSFW, thoughts of gore, threat of Reader death, and Michael being.. Michael.   Weeks had passed since you made the mistake of allowing a serial killer to use your home as their safe haven. The entire town was on lockdown, curfews in place, and police constantly seeking out the Shape of Haddonfield. Even with their extensive efforts, they could not stop the reaper from harvesting his quarry. Every morning, you heard of the gruesome atrocities that Michael committed each night. While pouring yourself a coffee, the television in the living room would give you a rundown of who died and how the police were handling the crime scene. After a short moment, the reporter would go over the guidelines of “ensuring the safety of you and your loved ones”. Your heart sunk in your chest and you could only feel the rising guilt for housing such a crazed murderer. Some nights, we wouldn’t come back and you hoped to yourself that he wouldn’t. The backdoor would creak open and snatch that little hope you clung to. Every time he came back bloodier and bloodier, the explanations from the reporter became more and more gruesome. Stirring the sugar and creamer into your coffee, you pulled out a dining room chair, haphazardly plopping down into it and groaning, sipping the warm drink and closing your eyes for a moment.

What to do… 

You couldn’t answer that question, no matter how creative you got. There was nothing you could do to stop Michael, especially since he was free. Volatile, but free. No morals governed that man and you knew damn well that a little finger wag from you would only make the killer chuckle at you. Perhaps even give him the one reason he needed in order to murder you. There were times where you imagined your death at the hands of Michael - strangulation, disembowelment, maybe a slit throat - you could practically feel his hands closing around your neck. He kept you around so you could patch him up, but that didn’t mean you were truly ever safe. That fact was made especially apparent when you woke up one morning with a variety of chef knives stabbed into your mattress - outlining every small detail he could. Needless to say, you didn’t sleep for a couple days after.

The click of a door pulled you from your thoughts. You eyed the backdoor, but the shadow that normally loomed near the handle for a moment was right in your face, making you choke on the coffee you had in your mouth. After regaining your composure, you saw Michael hold out his bloody hand to you, sunlight making it glisten in each crevice of his palm. The look in his eyes drove your heart to pick up its pace.

Desperation.

You stood and Michael pointed upstairs, you followed and without a fuss from you, he took off his coveralls and mask, washing his hands off in the sink. What… happened?

“We’re leaving.” Blunt, cold, and gritty words ushered from his stiff expression. Your lips tried to form words, but the urgency in his mannerisms made you shut up and rush to your bedroom. You snatched up three sets of clothes, your phone and charger, and a lighter, throwing them into a backpack and moving to the bathroom to grab the first aid kit you had. Panic eventually set in and your fingers trembled while you tucked away other necessities like your wallet, car keys, hygiene products, and whatever else you deemed important enough to take. The fact he was swift in his motions didn’t ease your mind. Michael was stone cold, calculating, meticulous, and seeing the blatant change - it was mortifying.

Everything was a blur from that moment on. Michael wore casual clothes,  a Metallica tee and jeans, while his coveralls and mask were bundled up into a plastic bag and thrown into the trunk of your car. Crackers, fruit snacks, cereal, and whatever non-perishable items were stored in a small box before being put next to your bag of clothes. Like normal, Michael wanted to drive. He was rather talented as well, sometimes catching you off-guard at stop signs since you didn’t even realize the car was slowing down, the only indication was the gentle nudge of the car once it completely stopped.

“Why are we leaving? I have my house, a job, and friends… We’re coming back, right?” You blurted out once you were a block away from your home. The only answer Michael gave was turning on the radio and raising the volume so a news reporter’s preppy voice could be heard.

…of murders and violence has lead to the Haddonfield Police Department to seek outside enforcement. Curfew has been extended from 4:00 PM to 11:00 AM. Those seen operating outside of these hours are subject to arrest and questioning. In the occurrence of an assault upon you, a loved one, or neighbor, please remember to dial 911 immediately. A recent case has been opened regarding the only survivor of one of Michael Myers’ attacks. Video tape evidence has been recorded of Michael continually heading towards a house after each serial killing. We, here at WDY pray for the families who ha….

He turned the radio off to conclude his answer. It took you a few moments to digest the information recently given to you, but what stuck out the most was the idea that he wanted to protect you. A blush hit your cheeks before the rational side of your mind sucker-punched you.

Do you really think a freakshow like him is protecting you? No, he wants you alive since he can tolerate you around his wounds.

Oh, yeah… That.

This life was no longer yours. Michael let you eat, clothe yourself, and do most of the normal things you would do, but some days were hell. He made sure to let you know who was really calling the shots, especially when you could feel your pulse thrumming against the blade of the knife. Each time, you almost asked him to end you, but the idea of disappearing and having your family members find your entrails strewn around the house like Christmas lights didn’t settle well with you. Somehow, you’d make it out of this alive. Somehow…

The harsh turn Michael made rocked you from your thoughts as the seat belt locked up and choked you. There were no cars nearby and the town of Haddonfield was long gone. Why the sudden turn? You thought to yourself, turning your eyes to Michael and watching his jaw flex. You swore you saw tears in his eyes, when he let out a deep exhale, running his hands through his messy brown curls. He parked the car and took off his seatbelt, exiting and slamming the door shut behind him. He rounded the car to open your door, the glimmer of his knife making your heart’s calm thud-thudding turn into errant thumps as he leaned in, making you lean back.

The silent encounter with eyes that blue always made you suck in a breath, watching as he leaned in, his face mere inches from yours. His index finger curled under your chin, tilting it up and letting the tip of the knife slide down your neck, tracing the skin right above your carotid. Tears wanted to spring up from your eyes, but you squeezed them shut. This was normal - for Michael to do these things - and even though you wanted to squirm out of his piercing gaze, you could only sit in silence while he threatened your life. The sudden warmth on your lips startled you, the velvety softness making you realize he was actually kissing you. You fell into it, a victim to his mysterious charm. The kiss ended almost as soon as it started and with his index finger tapping your cheek, you opened your eyes. His gaze was the first thing that met you, your ears picking up on the subtle clink of his knife being set down. His hands snaked up your shirt and cupped your left breast, his thumb brushing against your nipple while his free hand grabbed his knife.

“What are-... what are you doing?” you stammered, looking down as he angled the blade to the lower part of your ribcage. The pinch and sting of your flesh being separated by the knife made you bite down on your tongue to stifle a whimper. The cuts were deep, but not deep enough to be lethal, only deep enough to scar - he knew that just as much as you did. When he was finished, you looked down and saw two letters carved into your skin. “M. M.” stared back at you while beads of blood ran down your skin. Michael’s index finger smeared the blood over the letters, making you hiss in response before he pushed it against your lips, letting the metallic taste seep in between your lips before he decided he wasn’t going to stop there. Your blood became an incentive for him as he pressed another kiss to them, his tongue running over your lower lip to sweep the taste of your vitality into his mouth. His hunger grew and the way he kissed you was far from polite. Your shirt was off in no time and Michael hauled you from the passenger’s seat to the hood of the car. Your lip was split from his rough kisses when the cold knife was pressed to your neck. The pain of the blade and the ecstasy of his kisses made you drunk from adrenaline. The knife slid over the side of your neck, the blade biting into your skin and causing the warmth of your blood to greet you. His mouth moved to the site, sucking and nipping at the wound to make you whimper.

It was so wrong, but it was so good. The way he hurt you was just as exciting as the way he adored you, his hands caressing your body like you were something sacred in his evil grasp.

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[divinesapph]

How the obey me side characters would do mc's hair ♡

warnings: f!mc (female main character)

Genre: !fluff

A/n: This a head cannon for the side characters only! And this is also for a mc with long hair. If anyone wishes for this head Cannon with the brothers/ a mc with medium or short hair; let me know!

(Bonus! A cute pic of baby Simeone aghafagva)

Solomon

Oh boy- Let's just say with a little magic here and there, you end up looking like a witch with ghost/souls rising from your head. This man thinks everything revolves around magic, and therefore, nothing CAN'T be done without it... Or so he thinks. The only good thing out of him doing your hair, is the remarkable smell. Yes, it may look completely horrifying but at least it smells nice. It smells like Jasmine, with a hint of Rosemary. Quite pleasant, if I may add.

Simeone

We all know Simeone is more of an, elegant, soft, and pure type. So you should expect that type of style. I mean think about it; he's an Angel. And so he would obviously give you an angelic hairstyle. It takes him a while to do your hair though, but do be patient with him! It's not often that he gets to sit and do someone's hair, not to mention,, your hair. He is a bit nervous since he's never did something like this before, and he want's to be as gentle and delicate with you as possible. Almost like a mother giving their first child their first bath. So of course it takes him a while to actually do your hair. But believe me when I say the wait was worth it; As I said before, you look like a complete angel. The most angelic of angels actually. Your hair is neatly braided into 2 braids, with each of them carefully rested on your shoulders. They're decorated with your f/c flowers, and very tiny hair pins that sparkle like diamonds, and what looks like gold hair glitter. At the top right side of your hair rests the healthiest, handpicked, f/c flower that blossoms so bright that it's practically blinding. It's the biggest of them all, and honestly seals the deal. Oh and let's not forget about the smell. Oh god is it breathtakingly beautiful. Not just that but weirdly.... Attractive. Of course, there isn't anything in particular he put in your hair on purpose to make it smell so attractive; It's just the aroma from those healthy handpicked flowers. They say the secret ingredient to a food recipe is love. No one ever said it couldn't be that way for hairstyles too.

Luke

Well- What can I say? He tried. Give him a chance, he's a child after all. When you first asked him to do your hair he was taken aback. Shocked to say the least. “W-what? You want ME to do your hair?!” Obviously it's not because he doesn't want to; Oh believe me, he'd LOVE to do your hair. He just doesn't think he'll do a good job, or live it up to your expectations. Of course you don't mind, nor care how “perfect” it is. And neither do you care what anyone else will think about it. Though you saying this has him blushing out of pure embarrassment. I mean, you DID just read right through him as if he TOLD you, he was afraid it wouldn't be “perfect” enough for you. The hairstyle ended up being a bit loose and sloppy, but that didn't matter at all to you; “Oh my god,, Luke this is amazing! I love it!! I have to show everyone else! ” The hairstyle was a cute, loose, side ponytail, that hanged over your shoulder a bit. You had a lot of loose strands of hair and it kind of resembled a messy bun of some sort. It had a cute f/c ribbon tied on the ponytail though, and that's what made it sparkle the most, besides the loving effort that little boy put into giving you such a cute style! “From now on, I'm gonna have to start comin' to you whenever I need a new hairstyle. This is great!” - You said, trying to give him confidence. Little did you know, this was raising his ego piece, by piece.

Barbatos

Now honestly I can't think of a single thing this demon is NOT good at. He loves doing what he does, because he's the best at what he does. That insists of, cleaning, and cooking, while still being responsible of his butler duties. He's never neglectful of any of them either. He takes care of everything as if it's easier than opening a jar of pickles... Well it is for him. He takes care of angry/drunk shitheads without a care in the Devildom, and he also threatens people with nothing but a glare and a smile on his face, and it somehow sends people running away, spineless in the end-... Not physically, but mentally. Anyways, that's for another story. Barbatos wasn't as shocked when you had came to him for him to do your hair. It's not a systematic routine, he's just use to you coming to him and asking for your hair to be done. Which he absolutely adores. He thinks it's cute how you trust him to do your hair. Although he's always busy, he doesn't always have the time to do such things. But whenever he's on break or when he does find himself mindlessly walking around without anything else to do, then you'll get that welcoming text, saying: “Hello, Mc. I'm free as of now. If you still wanted me to style your hair, then feel free to head on over to the castle.” Now, it doesn't usually take him long to do your hair, since he does it from time to time. But there is some type of special event coming up, and you had informed him that you wanted an elegant style. So it took him quite some time, but in the end you looked like a complete goddess. Like a queen ready to be crowned next to her king. The style was a bit loose but only so that it'd be comfortable. There was a bun that set at the back of your head, with a loose piece of hair swooped gently behind your ear, that hair piece covered your eye, just a little. You could still see, and others could still see your eye. It had a green hair pin at the back that rested atop your bun. This hairstyle is basically the hairstyle of a bride; and so you got this wonderful idea;; “Woah... Barbs, this is breathtaking. I look like a bride ready to get married! Say.. Since you did help me with my hair; why not come to the event with me? We can wear matching outfits too, to match my hairstyle! ” Of course he didn't reject you; I mean, how could he? With a face like that, you might as well manipulate the whole Devildom.

Diavolo

Is a future King. That being said he'll treat you like you're his future Queen; Giving you the hairstyle of a queen. Barbatos' hairstyle was the exact replica of a Queen itself. I mean, you both did have compliments thrown at you for how beautiful you looked, and how everyone assumed you'd be having a ring on your finger in no time... Anyways! The point is, Diavolo gave you the exact same style as i mentioned in Barbatos' part. Except, instead of it being a green hair clip, there was obviously a red one WITH a crown! I mean obviously- You're his Queen, and you aren't his Queen without a crown. When he finishes your hair, you're a shocked blushing mess. You didn't expect this to be the style, when you had asked the future King himself to style your hair. But let's be honest, could you have expected any less? “N-no no! It's not that i don't like it... I love it! i do.. But don't you think it's a bit too much? I mean, I'm not even worthy enough to-”

“Nonsense!” He chuckles. “Of course you are worthy enough to have such a style! Besides if we're going to be walking around at the ball dance together, i atleast want everyone to know who you belong to.”