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therosecrest · 2 months
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tamibae · 2 years
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This woman went from "I AM NOT THIS CHILD'S MOTHER" to "my baby, I'm glad to be your mum"
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s-lycopersicum · 9 months
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sakuhai · 2 years
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angiecakes1990 · 2 years
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😳😳 WHOA go Maou 😍😍
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ilimitadoworld-r · 2 years
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https://twitter.com/ilimitadoEXE/status/1560318742126551046
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goldenfirefox · 2 years
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🍎⚔️👨‍⚕️
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yuukannahito98 · 2 years
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So, i came back checking my Emi's fanfic at AO3 and Idk why the viewers and kudos are kept increasing. Because tbh, I thought people forget about it. Makes me wonder if I should just continue it lol. But thanks for the support guys!!
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thankanomics · 3 months
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animepopheart · 2 years
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★ 【ひづるめ】 「 遊佐恵美 (40日目) 」 ☆ ⊳ emilia // the devil is a part-timer ✔ republished w/permission ⊳ ⊳ follow me on instagram
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mortal-mayhem · 1 year
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I wanna write for The Devil is a Part-Timer but there's barely anyone who knows what it is 🥲
I mean look at this dork
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therosecrest · 2 months
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tastybluesprite · 5 months
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The Human Experience
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The fact that there’s no tickle content for this anime whatsoever makes me so sad. Lee!Maou is just so adorable to me lmao. I just had to write this.
Warnings: This fic contains tickling so if that’s not your thing feel free to keep scrolling. Also some spoilers for season 2.
Summery: Maou Sadao learns what tickling is.
“Seriously Maou why am I even trusting you to take care of Alas Ramus!” Emilia cried in exasperation.
“Well excuse me for not having experience with fatherhood!” Maou cried back.
Alas Ramus started crying again, just when they had calmed her down.
Emilia decided to come over and help out so that Alciel could get sleep after babysitting her for the day (after all Emilia and Maou both had jobs to be responsible for).
“What the hell are we supposed to do?” Maou groaned. “Nothing seems to keep this child happy.”
Emilia contemplated for a bit on what to do. She looked back at memories from her father, and what he would do to make her feel better if she was sad or upset. Suddenly an idea came to her.
She began wiggling her fingers against Alas Ramuses belly and the child stopped crying, but instead began giggling, and squirming around.
“What magic is this?!” Maou wonderd in shocked awe.
Emilia rolled her eyes. “It’s just tickling you dork.”
She suddenly noticed the purely confused look on his face, and it dawned on her. He didn’t know what tickling was. Well, of course he wouldn’t. He was literally the king of Demons. How would he know?
She then softened her expression. “Tickling is, is when you lightly touch or prod someone, and it causes them to laugh. It’s a human thing. That’s the basics of it anyway.”
Maous confusion seemed to lesson some, but not by much.
“Well she seems to like it.” Maou commented, watching how Alas Ramus squealed with delight. Emilia shrugged at that. “It is generally supposed to be pleasant. Though I learned that in human history, it was used as a torture method or punishment.”
“Woah seriously?” Maou seemed really interested in this now.
“Have you experienced it before Emi?” He asked the magenta haired girl out of genuine and innocent curiosity. Emilia blushed slightly but nodded, “Yes, my father would do it to me sometimes when I was little. Usually to make me feel better if I was sad or upset.” She then looked at him, “I’m guessing you’ve never been tickled before.”
Maou shrugged. “Not that I can remember. Well… I don’t even know what it is.”
“Hmmm…” an idea began to formulate in her head.
She then looked at the purple haired baby and smirked. “Hey Alas Ramus, wanna tickle dada?” Alas Ramus smiled widely and giggled.
Maou looked at the two of them. Their expressions indicated that they were plotting something not so nice.
“Um.. g-guys whatever you’re planning, please… don’t.”
Suddenly Emilia used her killer reflexes and agility to pin him down. She soon had him straddled, with Alas Ramus next to her.
“E-Emi!” Maou cried. Was she finally ready to kill him? He tried struggling and pushing her off but it was no use. She had him down good. Anyway she was way stronger physically.
“What are you doing?!” He asked.
“I’m just giving you the human experience.” She told him with a mischievous grin. And oh boy did he not like that.
“So Maou… is this human body of yours ticklish?”
“I don’t even know what the hell that meahahahaha!!!” He was interrupted by his own laughter as she began clawing at his sides, immediately grabbing at her wrists “Ehemihihihi whahahat ihihis thihihis!!!!” He cried as he failed to pull her hands off.
“It’s tickling you doofus.” She told him, though she wasn’t really annoyed anymore. If anything, she found this pretty endearing that the king Satan was actually ticklish.
“Ihihihits weheheheird!!!” He said through his soft laughter.
Emi then went for his belly, and his laughter increased tenfold.
“AHAHAHA EHEHEMIHIHI!!!” He threw his head back trying harder to pull her hands off. But the tickling weakened him and he eventually just lay limp on the floor as he laughed.
“If only I knew before that the great powerful king Satan, leader of the demons, could be so easily taken down by a few light squeezes or scratches.”
Believe him, he was just as surprised as she was.
“Hey Alas Ramus want in on this?” Emi asked the child with a grin.
Alas Ramus giggled and nodded with a smile. She poked a tiny hand at his ribs. Maou shrieked and slammed his arms down.
Alas Ramus jumped back from the reaction and began to cry.
“Ugh seriously?! Look what you did Maou!”
“What I did? That baby made me do it!!!” Maou shot back.
“Well it’s up to you to make her feel better. I think I know how though…” she then began digging into his ribs and he shrieked again, this time falling into hysterical cackling. He squirmed and writhed on the floor.
“EHEHEHEMIHIHIHI NOHOHOHO PLEHEHEAHASE!!!” He cried.
Alas Ramus stoped crying and began laughing along with her dad.
“Awww is the big bad demon lord to ticklish for his own good???”
Maous face was already red enough as it is.
“STOHOHOHOP DAHAHAMIHIHIT!!!”
Emilia saw how desperate he was. Even if she felt he didn’t deserve it in the slightest, she allowed him mercy.
“Ok then fine.” She got off him, tending now to Alas Ramus who had fallen asleep from tiring herself out.
Maou was left lying there trying to catch his breath.
“T-that was intehense…” he said, with annoyance in his voice. “Human bodies really are odd.”
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a-titty-ninja · 2 years
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arguableyew · 5 months
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The devil experiences human lust, much to his dismay.
The new neighbor's gift is helping mitigate the dire food situation somewhat, but the udon will only last for so long. Hence his willingness to let Suzuno come and go as she pleases, despite her clearly suspect motivations for playing housekeeper. Maou knows that she's almost certainly a church lackey, and if anyone should be paying for Urushihara's costly presence in their postage-stamp apartment, it's the church. Whatever resources she attempts to ply them with in an effort to lower their guards, he considers restitution.
As he walks home, Maou dutifully recites the tenants of the shift manager training manual Miss Kisaki gave him. Mere days from now, he will need the knowledge at his beck and call, and anything less than perfection is an outcome he cannot afford—quite literally, with a new roommate eating up the very limited resources of the devil's castle. Their only hope to sustain like this—if Urushihara proves to be as useless an earner as Maou expects—is for the devil to quickly climb the MgRonald's ranks.
From the street, Maou can hear the sounds of Suzuno lecturing Lucifer about vegetable preparation in her overly formal cadence, with his far more casual answering complaints. It isn't until Maou nears the stairs that he catches a faint whiff of something familiar, but out of place. A honey-sweet aroma that always spells trouble for him.
Emi. Oh, this ought to be—
Before he completes the thought, the pounding of heeled feet echoes above and the hinges of the door to the landing squeal as it's thrown open. Pink hair whips around as Emilia the Hero careens gracelessly off the top step and directly into his arms—for some maddening reason perfectly extended to catch her.
It's the second time in a week a woman has tumbled down those stairs into him, but the lurching in his stomach and shake of his knees is new. He tells himself it's the princess hold he has Emi in—more weight on his joints after a long shift. Anyone might tremble.
The sweat-soaked button down she's wearing that's plastered to her skin and translucent enough that he can make out the shadow of her bra beneath has nothing to do with it. The hot press of her abdomen into his side, the slick thigh against his left hand—they're utterly inconsequential. Disgusting even. Here he is, overheated and low on fuel, and this infernal woman who isn't even supposed to be here throws her drenched self at him out of nowhere? 
He should be irritated or…offended, even. Yes! A heavy dose of exasperation will cover the way his hands are clenching slightly into the fabric at her shoulder, pulling her tighter against him.
"I don't think you actually know how to use stairs," he snipes.
 "Maou?" Emi blinks open her eyes, dropping a wincing grimace, and Maou scowls back at her.
"Seriously, you need to practice or something."
Her eyes narrow, then widen again, a peculiar sort of humiliation dancing in them. Her attention darts down to her knees, the pencil skirt she’s wearing having ridden up well above where the demon was gripping to hold her aloft. He thinks he should probably drop her now, or at least gently set her back on her feet. She cannot be allowed to glean any ammunition from this. But before he can move, her freehand crashes into his cheekbone with the power of celestial force.
He reels, still somehow maintaining his grip on her, and she strikes again—this time with a sharp knee, catching him square in the nose. His vision goes black as he falls backward, and the last sound he hears is her crying out as she hits the grass.
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Later, after Emi had thoroughly insulted him and positioned herself as guardian over the girl who was clearly a representative of the same organization that tried to kill her barely two weeks prior, Maou finds himself alone again with his two roommates. He sits against the wall, a manga propped on his knees, pretending not to think about going after Emi and shaking some sense into her about Suzuno.
Urushihara lets out a smug sort of sigh, leaning back on his hands in front of his computer and turning his head. "So…you and Emi are awfully cozy. Even Suzuno noticed." Maou's eyes narrow and leave his book to meet the sly half-smile Lucifer's directing at him. "I thought it was weird how you were protecting her when me and Olba attacked you, but now I get—"
"Ashiya!" Maou exclaims in mock excitement. "Did you hear that?" The man in question stirs in his sickbed, looking wearily up at his compatriots.
"What is it, sire?"
"Urushihara here just volunteered to handle the shopping until you're feeling better. Maybe Suzuno has been a good influence on him, afterall."
"What the crap, man? No, I said that you—"
"Oh, what's that? You want to look for a job, too, once Ashiya's back on his feet? How responsible of you!"
Urushihara falls silent with a roll of his eyes, returning his attention to the computer. "Whatever, man. Live in denial."
"What you're implying is out of the question," Ashiya half groans, turning on his side toward the window. "Our lord has seen no end of trouble from that woman."
Maou humphs an affirmative, returning his gaze to his manga, while his treacherous brain steeps with thoughts of Emi's hot skin against his.
Don't get it twisted; we will never be intimate, she had declared when Suzuno probed her on the subject. Maou had studiously continued washing the dishes during this exchange, hiding the uncomfortable pinch that appeared between his eyebrows at her words. His brain flits back to their conversation following the battle in Sasazuka.Don't make it sound like such a challenge, Hero, he'd told her. And damn her, she just can't help herself, can she? Every fierce denial hangs in the air like the draw of her sword—an invitation to lock eyes and meet her in the middle.
Full in-progress drabble collection on AO3 under the title treacherous fondness.
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angiecakes1990 · 9 months
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Maou x Emi is the new opening idc I ship them 🥰🥰
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