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absolutepokemontrash · 3 years

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Kid!MC/Teen!MC Needs someone to go to Parent Teacher Interviews for Them and Guess Who’s Available?

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The brothers being bad babysitters/dad figures is something I love very much, I bet you all could already tell that considering the Fic/Headcanon series I have going on. I would just like you all to know that Asmo’s section is based on a true story. Anyhoo~ onto the Headcanons!

Why? Why Him? (Lucifer)

Is MC really dumb, or are they just a kid? No one knows.

Obviously MC asked Lucifer, the only competent one in the house, the most professional, hard-working, controlled-

MC got their things together and gave Lucifer the run down on their teacher(s) before Lucifer got too absorbed in extolling his own virtues in an intense internal monologue.

News flash Lucifer, this isn’t a Shakespeare play, you can’t have a dramatic monologue or soliloquy about how great you think you are

At the actual meeting, if MC is in there, no, MC is not actually in there. Lucifer will speak to the teacher as if MC isn’t there. As someone whose not a spoonful of sugar helps the medicine go down kind of person, Lucifer expects the teacher to behave the same and not spare MC’s feelings.

Feelings do not deserve to be spared if MC is being a nuisance. No fake-kid/little sibling of his gets to be the class idiot!

If MC’s doing very well academically, he expects to be pointed at projects or tests they’ve done and the grade on it. It really makes him proud to see MC doing well.

Even if they’re not the best academically, if they’re not failing and they’re doing well in other aspects of school, he’s proud.

If MC really struggles in a school environment and just hates it there but they’re still keeping their head above water, they get a head pat of approval.

On the drive home, if MC came with him to the parent teacher interviews and everything went well, he just happens to turn onto the street that has a Baskin Robin’s or something of that caliber.

If they didn’t go, he picks something up on the way back.

No fun treats if MC is being a disruptive little heathen in class, no kid under Lucifer’s care is going to be the class Mammon. Not on his watch.

MC was busily stuffed their face with the treats that were gifted to them. Lucifer had to hold himself back from rolling his eyes at the kid’s blatant disregard for basic table manners when it came to sweets.

“Is everything the teacher said true?” Lucifer asked, MC looked up at him with a smile.

“Yep!”

“Good, good.” Lucifer held out his hand and patted them on the head. “You’re doing well. Keep it up.”

“Geez,” MC mumbled as they continued to stuff their face. “Can you get anymore affectionate?”

“Don’t be sarcastic, MC. It’s uncouth.” Lucifer said sternly. “Besides, I’ll have you know that many people enjoy my headpats. I’m quite affectionate.”

“Really now? Name one person.”

Lucifer opened his mouth to respond, but no words came out. He and MC stared each other down, one pair of eyes much more nervous than the other. Spoiler, MC was still calmly eating their treat as they maintained eye contact.

“…Cerberus.”

“If you’re reaching for Cerberus, you’ve already lost.”

…his pride was under attack. Right in front of his desert…

“You’re grounded.”

“Worth it.”

*Rides by on a Skateboard* School is for NERDS (Mammon)

Pff! Stupid human! He’s not goin’ to some lame parent teacher conference-

Wait! What’s with that face?! Ugh… fine. MC’s gone and forced his hand with those damn puppy dog eyes…

Mammon does not dress up for this event, he dresses like he would every day, maybe throw on some designer stuff to let all the parents and teachers know he’s hot shit.

If MC goes with him, he pulls up in his beloved car and takes up two parking spaces (pure evil.). Every parent present already hates him, but at least the other kids there are impressed with MC’s sweet ride. MC would have gained some street cred if Mammon hadn’t managed to trip up the stairs to the classroom in front of everyone.

He’ll act way to casual with the teacher, turning the parent chair backwards and sitting down so he can lean on the seat.

Mammon gets bored crazy quickly while the teacher lists and explains all the stuff the class is learning, so his eyes begin to wander to any and all displays in the classroom. Projects, annoying posters, class pet, anything is more interesting than this teacher’s explanation.

When MC finally becomes the main topic of the interview, he’s all ears. MC’s doing great in school academically? Ha! Nerd! Maybe giving MC a playful noogie and interrupting the whole interview wasn’t a good idea, but whatever.

If MC’s failing anything, or just isn’t that gifted when it comes to grades, it’s very much a “Aw man me too” from Mammon.

This teacher is speaking with the Great Mammon, the first demon in RAD’s history to fail three semesters in a row. If this teacher thinks bad grades will phase him, they’re dead wrong.

Grades don’t mean anythin’ about smarts anyway! I mean, look at him! He’s a fuckin’ genius but he can’t get through a history test without sobbing even though he LIVED THROUGH MOST OF IT.

MC gets treats no matter what’s up in class. Though, if MC didn’t go with him, he’s likely to forget and just order something for the two of them when he gets back home.

“Goddamn teachers and their rambling!” Mammon whined, grabbing a slice of pizza from the open box on his coffee table. “You owe me, MC! Ya really do!”

“Yeah yeah yeah.” MC said, they leaned over and rolled a pizza slice into a pizza-scroll then proceeded to eat it like a veggie roll. “How do you think I feel, listening to them every day? You know how long it takes to get to the actual class material?”

“Five years?”

“Ugh! Five years if I’m lucky! I swear, I know more about my teacher’s grievances with like… five of my classmates than I do about trigonometry, and guess which one’s on the test next week?”

Mammon winced in sympathy, then remembered he was supposed to be whining and went back to it. “School’s shit and a waste of money, ya should drop out as soon as you can and help me run my new business.”

“You mean your pyramid scheme?”

“It’s not a pyramid scheme, MC! It’s legit! It’s a multi-tiered marketing-”

“It’s a pyramid scheme.”

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA SOCIAL INTERACTION (Leviathan)

Everyone else must have been sick or something for MC to have asked Levi. He’d flat out refuse to go otherwise.

So, Levi couldn’t exactly go to the interview in his usual “I haven’t left my room or changed clothes in eight weeks” look. With the help of MC, he was able to find his military uniform at the back of his closet.

Asmo nearly fainted when he saw Levi in the uniform, not because “oooo, a man in uniform~”, it was because the outfit was so crumpled and wrinkled that it made it physically painful to look at. No time to iron and wash, the conference was in an hour!

Levi (and MC if they went with) rolled up to the school in a less than impressive ride, but one look at the uniform and all the other people present went “yep, time to be respectful (tm)”

For the first time in his life Levi was more intimidating than Lucifer! And he wasn’t even trying!

When the teacher starts explaining the course material, Levi spaces off in horror as he realizes he remembers literally nothing from school (AND HE’S STILL IN SCHOOL!) all that’s running through his head is “A squared + B squared = C squared” and “the mitochondria is the powerhouse of the cell”.

The actual interview was the least interesting part of the trip, the real stuff happened when Levi passed by some art on display in the hallway and something caught his eye-

Those colours… that hair… that adorable smile..!

IT WAS HER! LEVI’S PRECIOUS RURI-CHAN IN ALL HER GLORY!

Levi immediately started fawning over the art class fanart and by sheer coincidence, one of the kids walking through the hallway happened to notice.

The kid asked MC if their… parent and or guardian liked anime. MC responded with “obviously.” Levi then asked the kid if they drew his adorable Ruri-chan. The kid said no, and that they drew the My Hero Academia fanart a few rows down.

Levi was absolutely floored that there were two anime fans in one class, then his entire world shattered when MC explained there was more anime art inside the art room and other classrooms.

H-hang on… did that mean that… a lot of people here… liked anime..?

Levi needed a while to process. No snacks on the way home…

Levi and MC were sat in the back of their Uber, Levi, the Avatar of Envy himself, was having his entire sense of reality warped. S-so much anime fanart… in a school of all places..! What did this mean for the future of anime?!

“Levi. Stop.” MC sighed. “If this were an anime, the camera angle would be doing that thing where it’s right on the bridge of your nose and dramatic music plays in the background.”

“S-so many kids in your class like a-anime huh..?” Levi stuttered, weakly trying to smile. “Must be nice..?”

“Oh, that’s just my class. The other classes and grades have their fans too.”

“Oh… really?”

“Levi,” MC stopped looking out the window and looked at the otaku that was having a full scale silent mental breakdown. “Anime isn’t even a niche interest anymore. It’s a pretty casual thing to watch now. At least a third of my class watches- Levi?”

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGGGHHHHH! ANIME! A THIRD OF THE CLASS?! ANIME… HIS PRECIOUS ANIME… WAS BECOMING A NORMIE INTEREST! AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA-

“Levi?” MC waved their hand in front of their spaced out demon’s face. “Leviiiii? Okay he’s dead.”

The Know it All (Satan)

Ah, a smart choice, MC. Satan would be glad to help further their education. He’ll do everything in his power to make sure that the human’s brain is fed all that sweet sweet knowledge.

Satan can’t dress himself normally, MC had to coax him into a suit jacket, but he still only wore one sleeve.

MC was coming along to the interviews whether they wanted to or not, it’s important to hear what they need to improve on from the teacher themselves after all.

The two arrived pretty early, so Satan asked MC for a tour of the school. It was pretty tame until they reached the library. Satan was horrified at the state of some of the books…

Their spines lined with duct tape… pages missing and torn… someone apparently used a taco as a book mark…

The first thing Satan does when it’s time for his interview is demand the teacher take better care of the library, even though they’re not the librarian. MC tries to explain this, but Satan is too distraught to listen to reason.

He enjoyed hearing about the course material, but he made it known if MC thinks the assignments are too easy that they need to be given more challenging work. THEIR BRAIN NEEDS TO BE STIMULATED DAMN IT.

It was up to MC to either agree with Satan and nod to the teacher, or make frantic eye contact with them to try and communicate “NO DON’T PLEASE”.

Similar to (ugh) Lucifer, as long as MC is doing their best, he’s happy for them.

…but if they are in any way in the running for valedictorian he is HELPING THEM WIN.

He decided to stop at a cafe or bookstore to let MC pick out a “congrats on surviving your pitiful school” present after the interviews.

MC gleefully perused the shelves of the bookstore, there were so many books too look at…

“I’ll buy you as many books as you’d like, MC, just,” Satan shuddered slightly. “Promise me you won’t treat them like those poor library books…”

MC put their hand over their heart. “I swear on the duct taped book spines that I will never treat a book like that.”

“Good… good…” Satan breathed a sigh of relief and went back to looking at his book about cats.

“Are you… reading a Warrior Cats book..?” MC asked tentatively.

“Yes, why?”

“Satan, put that back.”

“I Will Seduce the Teacher For the Sake of Your Grades, Don’t Worry.” (Asmodeus)

Oh MC dear! He’d be delighted to go! Just let him get ready~

Asmo may not be the best choice, but he was at least going to be the best dressed person at that conference. (And MC just had to come too so all the other parents could be jealous of how well coordinated their outfits are)

He teased MC a little by saying he was going to flirt with their teacher to make sure they passed the class, but he was just kidding! …but he made sure to ask if their teacher was cute, he needed to know!

While waiting for his turn, Asmo flirts with some of the single parents, if he doesn’t see a wedding ring, they’re fair game.

Once his time slot arrived, MC realized that Asmo is one of those “my child has done and will do nothing wrong ever” types. This may have ended up working in MC’s favour if they were a class nuisance.

If MC is doing very well in sports, clubs, grades, anything, Asmo is fawning over them and gushing to the teacher about how great, smart and adorable they are.

Asmo surprisingly does not exactly flirt with the teacher, he was just teasing MC after all. But um… if MC’s teacher just happens to be cute and young, he may turn up the charm, just a little. Enough to make the teacher giggle and make MC cover their face in embarrassment.

After the interviews Asmo will probably schedule a nice day out for the two of them, shopping, a movie, mani pedis, something fun!

The real weird stuff happens in the months after the interviews… if Asmo did lightly flirt with the teacher, MC gets quite a few questions about their guardian. Questions that ask if Asmo is single in not as many words…

Oh lord, MC’s teacher developed a crush on Asmo.

Nail painting night was supposed to be a fun occasion, but MC was hopping mad and embarrassed. Asmo didn’t seem to notice as he continued to paint the little human’s nails.

“And then I told Phenex to get lost. The nerve of that little monster, right MC?” When MC didn’t reply, Asmo looked up and tilted his head. “MC?”

MC’s angry face would have been much more threatening if they weren’t just so adorable, but it was getting the message across.

“MC..?”

“Asmo.” MC’s glare deepened. “My teacher wants to know if you’re single.”

Asmo blinked a few times, before he hit his tongue to keep from laughing. “Really now~. I knew they’d be madly in love with me-”

“WHY ARE YOU LIKE THIIIIIIIIIIIS?!”

Oh My Demon King is That a BAKE SALE?! (Beel)

Of course Beel said yes! He’d gladly go to MC’s parent teacher interview!

He even put on a nice outfit :D he ended up looking a bit like a secret serviceman guarding MC, the tiny president.

Beel stopped for McDonald’s on the way there, all the other kids were so jealous of MC when they stepped out of the car eating fries.

But a little something something caught Beel’s eye when he and MC walked into the school… was that a… bake sale?

MC quickly explained that the bake sale was fundraiser for their class trip that year and the snacks weren’t complimentary. He had to pay.

And pay Beel did. He cleared out the entire table. MC’s grade’s overnight trip was going to be decadent as hell. That was no longer a crowd funded thing, that trip was privately funded by a tall buff ginger secret service member and this tiny in comparison child.

Kids are incredibly blunt, just like Beel, so when a random kindergarten kid wandered over, looked up at Beel, and very knowingly said “you’re very tall”. Beel was like “yeah”. The kid then said “what’s it like being that tall?”

Beel’s response to this kid’s question was to pick them up and hold them for a few seconds before placing them back down. For just a few moments this kid knew what it like to be over 6’4. Of course, more kids swarmed in and asked to be picked up.

Sure it was cute, but Beel now has an army of kids ranging from kindergarteners to third graders.

Finally, the conference actually began. Beel snacked the entire time and dutifully listened to everything the teacher had to say.

After the interviews are over, he checks with MC to make sure everything the teacher said was true and that they weren’t lying. If all was well, the two made their exit.

They stopped at Wendy’s on the way home.

“I’m so full…” MC groaned, Beel held up a massive cookie.

“So I can eat this?”

“No. Gimme that.” MC took a very defeated bite out of it. “My stomach says no but my mouth says yes…”

“I don’t want you to get a stomachache, MC,” Beel said worriedly. “No more snacks.”

“It’s a little late for that. It’s past nine and I’m still eating, there’s no way I’m getting to sleep at a reasonable hour.”

“Oh…” Beel mumbled. “I may have not completely thought this through.”

“*Snore* Huh? Wha? MC’s Grades? Uh… Fuck…” (Belphie)

MC must be failing a class or something because why on earth would they pick Belphie otherwise.

They ask him to go while he’s delirious from just waking up from a nap, he sort of half nods and mumbles some gibberish before going back to sleep.

MC had to basically carry his ass to the school. Belphie drooled all over them in the waiting room, and when it was their time to go into the interview, Belphie had to be manually put into the chair and slapped awake.

He barely listens, he just sits and nods along with whatever the teacher is saying. The teacher could say MC brought an alligator to school and he’d just go “uh huh…” “mmmph… yep…” “really now?” then yawn.

The only thing that could possibly get Belphie to be interested is if MC is studying space. If they are, than boy howdy is Belphie suddenly interested in their education.

Other than that? *snore*

If MC is in fact failing or doing poorly, MC’s teacher asks to see another one of MC’s guardians at a later date. Their plan failed miserably.

MC drags Belphie out of the school and yells at him for not helping them. Belphie, still sleep delirious, tries to press the snooze button. MC does not have a snooze button.

“Belphie!” MC shouted, shaking the Avatar of Sloth awake. The House of Lamentation’s resident bastard was somehow sleeping standing up outside. “HOW COULD YOU?!”

“Eh?” Belphie half-snorted and looked around confused. “What’d I do? Where are we?”

“At my school! You said that you’d go to my parent teacher interviews!”

“…MC I don’t think I’d pass well for you.”

“YOU WERE SUPPOSED TO GO AS MY GUARDIAN!”

“Sheesh,” Belphie murmured while he rubbed the remaining sleep from his eyes. “You humans are so noisy.”

MC looked up at their dearest demon friend, and gave him their best glare. “I’m going to take all your fancy temperature changing pillows and switch them with normal pillows you traitorous bastard.”

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devildomwriter · 2 years

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Obey Me As Tumblr #2

Asmodeus: “I’m sad I wasn’t born in the era of-“ b*tch do it! If you like love letters, write them! If you like poodle skirts, wear them! Society is imploding as we watch on in abject horror! Do whatever you want!

MC: Time to buy a guillotine

Diavolo: Let’s not

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Luke: The only acceptable icing is buttercream. Whipped icing is a cowards choice and fondant people are demons and gotta meet me in the street for their poor life choices that led them to accept play-doh as acceptable cake decoration

Barbatos: Turn on ya location and we can talk

Luke: Hope you understand sign language then cause all you’re gonna be seeing is hands

Solomon: Damn sh*ts gettin real in the cake decorating fandom

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Asmodeus: Moan louder each time the cashier scans one of your items

Beelzebub: Please do not do this

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Leviathan: A shout out to all the people who started using “same” as a joke once in awhile but now use it for the most random things like a car honking at another car

Satan: Yesterday a book fell off my desk and instead of picking it up I just looked at it and said “same”

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Belphegor: I’m so tired of this life. I want to be a roomba. I want knives taped to me and I want to be set loose.

Satan: The energy of this post is dark and mysterious

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Solomon: Make your own foot scrub

Diavolo:

1. Feet are pretty hard to make

2. Don’t call me a scrub ever again

Lucifer: please stop making me read this

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Belphegor: In this world it’s milk or be milked

Lucifer: It’s really not

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Solomon: If there’s a “heavens no” and a “hell yes” why isn’t there a “purgatory maybe”

Diavolo: PURGHAPS

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Asmodeus: Bisexual: the ability to reach down someone’s pants and be satisfied with whatever you find

Diavolo: Whatever you find. That’s a pretty broad definition. I personally would not be satisfied if I found. Say. An alligator in my partners pants. Genitalia is cool. Carnivorous reptiles are not.

Satan: Is pansexuality not caring if you find an alligator

Barbatos: Yes

MC: If the alligator is limp. Is it reptile dysfunction?

Solomon: We need to get outside.

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Beelzebub: What if birds aren’t singing and they’re screaming because they are afraid of heights

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Leviathan: Do animals think in English or in the sounds they make

Lucifer: This is what yahoo paid $1.1 billion for

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Leviathan: High school graduations are hilarious lmao “you’ve truly become a family after these four years” I guarantee you If some of these kids caught fire half their classmates would calmly drink a glass of water in front of the burning students

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Belphegor: One time in school I didn’t read the assigned book and I was like f*ck it imma write this essay anyway and I had no idea what the book was even about or who the characters were so I just spewed out some shit about archetypes and the teacher came up to me after class and told me I was the only student who truly understood the book

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Leviathan: Are you ever in school and you hear a muffled scream from a nearby class and you’re like the f*cks going on

MC: What the f*ck kind of school do y’all go to?

Satan: RAD

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Belphegor: If you both agree to take a nap instead of going out, it’s a date

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Asmodeus: Why are you single?

Leviathan: I literally don’t leave my house and I don’t talk either

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Beelzebub: A mosquito tried to bite me and I slapped it and killed it and I started thinking like it was just trying to get food what if I went to the fridge and it slammed the door shut and snapped my neck how would I feel

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Mammon: You are angry about something “clam down” I text you, you assume I have made a typo, but in fact I am holding a small soldier clam in my hands. He died so young, War is hell.

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Leviathan: I was so sleep deprived the other day that I tried to zoom in on a paper

Leviathan: Wtf I just made that post

Leviathan: Oh wait that is my post

Leviathan: I haven’t slept in two days

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MC: Where can I buy some thigh high crocs

Luke: In hell

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Simeon: Today is Copernicus’s 540th birthday. You remember Copernicus as the man that said “hey, what if the earth went around the sun?” To which the Catholic Church replied “hey, what if we set you on fire?”

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Asmodeus: I’m looking for a romantic way to say I hope you think about me when you masturbate sometimes

Simeon: In the deepest calmest hours of the night when you have not but your own company, I hope my image fills you with bliss

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MC: “Were you born a boy or girl?” Bold of you to assume I was born at all

Mammon: I personally was created in a lab

Satan: Just straight of spawned

Diavolo: I was summoned

Luke: I was born at the age of seven, my mother being out of town at the time

Lucifer: Just popped into existence like a theoretical particle

Simeon: My existence is a figment of your imagination

Leviathan: Found in a cabbage field

Asmodeus: I lost my memories when I came to this dimension

Beelzebub: I’m just a rock that grew legs

Barbatos: I was retconned into existence to fix a plot hole four years ago

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Mammon: What happened when the guy shoplifted a calendar

Leviathan: He got 12 months

Lucifer: Crime isn’t a joke

#obey me #funny obey me #obey me diavolo #obey me lucifer #obey me mammon #obey me leviathan #obey me satan #obey me asmodeus #obey me beelzebub #obey me belphegor #obey me simeon #obey me solomon #obey me barbatos #obey me luke

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beels-burger-babe · 3 years

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A Little Voice Told Me - Pt.2

Poly! MC Summary: Words hurt and leave their scars. MC learns this the hard way after hearing some not-so-nice whispers about them while on a date with Beel. How are they supposed to be the partner of the seven lords of the Devildom when they just don't measure up? Part 1: HERE, Part 3: HERE ***Good Golly!! Y'all really like the angst, huh? Here you guys go. Cry your hearts out and enjoy! - B*** Beelzebub woke up the rest of his brothers early the next morning. While most of them attempted to flip him off or threaten him at the initial disturbance, all it took was him saying that they needed to talk about you for them to shoot out of bed. In a matter of minutes, all of them, except Levi, were seated around the breakfast table. "If we're talking about MC, why aren't they here?" Satan asked while poking at a piece of fruit. "I don't know about you, but I personally don't feel right talking about them behind their back." Belphie scoffed and laid his head in his arms. "It's not like we're gossiping about them or anything. They were acting off last night, and Beel thought we should discuss what we're gonna do about it." Beel nodded, "They pulled into themself halfway through the night, and was upset but kept brushing me off whenever I tried to talk to them about it." Mammon huffed and crossed his arms. "Maybe they just didn't feel like they could talk to ya about it," he rose to his feet and began to walk towards the door. "I'm the first! I'm sure I can get it out of them, easy peasy! I'll just head in there and-" "Mammon, sit down!" Lucifer hissed. Mammon grumbled under his breath but did as told. Lucifer sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose. "We've talked about this. Stop bringing up the whole 'first man' thing. MC is in a relationship with all of us. Not just you." The second-born pouted and stabbed an egg with his fork.

Lucifer rolled his eyes at his brother's antics and looked back at Beel. "Something clearly happened during the date. Do you have any ideas at all at what it could've been?" Asmodeus stirred a swirly straw around in his drink. "I mean, I would be pretty upset if I spent three hours of my evening at a barbaric sporting event too," Asmo chuckled and smirked. "The only good thing about sports is that you get to see all those rippling muscles of the athletes in action." Beel scowled at his brother took a bite out of the omelet that was on his plate. "It wasn't because of the game. MC loves coming to my Fangol games and was having a blast with me until halftime. Something had to have happened while I was gone." Asmodeus opened his mouth to counter the statement when Leviathan came rushing into the room carrying his laptop. Lucifer raised an eyebrow at the sight, "What have I told you about devices at the table?" Leviathan shot him an annoyed look as he plopped down in one of the chairs. "This isn't about table etiquette. This is about MC," he looked over at Beel and Belphie. "I think I have an idea on what may have caused them to start distancing themselves." Everyone perked up in interest at the news; each one of them eager to know what was distressing their loved one so much that they felt like they couldn't talk to them. "Well are you going to tell us, or are you just going to sit there?" Satan quipped, his anger beginning to get the better of him as he sat on the edge of his seat. Levi gave him a flat look before he typed a few things on his keyboard. "I was doing a raid last night trying to keep my mind off of what might've happened with MC and decided to ask my party members about it," Leviathan's expression darkened as he began to explain. It was clear to everyone that whatever was said, wasn't taken lightly by the otaku. Rather than reading the conversation out loud, he turned his laptop screen for all his brothers to see. Leviachan: Gaaah! I just can't focus on the game tonight. My partner came back from a date tonight and has been acting kind of sus. There's definitely something bothering them, but they refuse to tell anyone. Ruri-Chans-Husbando: Dude, you're talking about that stupid human right? Why are you even with them? You shouldn't give a Normie like them the time of day. Waifu-Addict: Exactly! Listen, we've all been talking and you need to drop that whore. They're totally just using you and your brothers for your titles and power. The demons read in horror and rage as the chat room filled with messages from the members of Leviathan's party all saying similar garbage about you and degrading you in every way they could think of. Satan stood up and began to pace near the table as he used every inch of his self-control to keep himself from lashing out. "I want names, Levi. Who are they and why do they seem to think it's okay to talk about MC like- like that?!" Satan snarled as he curled his hands into fists. Levi tsked and crossed his arms, as Lucifer took the laptop to look more closely at the messages. "You say that as if I haven't already used my 'title and power' as Grand Admiral to have my men collect and imprison them. They're at the navy base waiting for us to get our hands on them as soon as we sort this whole mess out." Belphie growled, now sitting up and wide awake. "Get our hands on them is right. No one gets away with this shit," Asmodeus glared at the computer as though it had just dyed all of his clothing brown. "Rotten brats. They're all just jealous of stunning MC. Ugh, Diavolo, haters are the worst." Beel pushed his plate away from himself as he frowned deeply. "As disgusting and horrible as this is, what does it have to do with MC getting all quiet during our date?" A low rumble came from Lucifer as he handed the laptop back to Levi. A fiery hatred was burning brightly in his eyes as he gritted his teeth. "If a bunch of anti-social shut-ins are going around talking about our dearest MC like this, I believe Leviathan's point is that others probably are."

"Ouch. I wasn't going to say it l-like that, but yes," Levi winced and continued, "MC probably overheard people saying something about them. I mean, if people said that crap about me I'd probably hide in my room and not come out for months!" Mammon, who had been surprisingly quiet during all of this, had a very serious expression on his face. "Right, and we don't want MC to go through that. For Diavolo's sake, they've left alone to overthink this enough," Mammon stood up and headed towards the door again, Satan hot on his trail. "I'm going up to there to talk with them. Ya'll are welcome to come with, but you ain't stoppin' me." "Actually, Mammon, you're not. We should wait until MC comes to us," Lucifer interrupted. An animalistic snarl tore its way from Satan's throat as what little self-control he had snapped. Wrath incarnate lunged himself at Lucifer, grabbing his older brother by the collar of his cloak. "Are you serious, Lucifer?! You're seriously putting your stupid pride first, now?!? MC needs us!" Lucifer growled and pushed Satan off of him as he stood to size him up. "No. What they need is to not feel pressured to open up when they aren't ready! We can't make them feel like they can't come to us!" Mammon scoffed from where he stood in the back. "Oh, cause that's perfect logic! News flash, oh wise one, They ain't gonna come to us if they're thinkin' they're a burden! But you wouldn't know anything about that would you?!" Lucifer's eyes widen and he took a step back in shock at the statement. "What is that supposed to mean?" Mammon and Satan both opened their mouths to put Lucifer in his place when Beel all of sudden cleared his throat loudly. All three of the angry demons turned to snap at him but froze as they saw you standing in the room behind them. They instantly straightened themselves up gave you their full attention. The air seemed to lay still between you as everyone waited for the other to make the first move. As with almost every situation, it was Mammon who broke the silence. He took a step towards you. "MC, I was just coming to get you actually. There's somethin' we all wanna talk to you about." They could hear your breath catch in your throat as you took a step back. Panic filled your eyes the moment the words left his mouth. "O-Oh. I, um, I was actually just going to grab an apple and then head off to RAD for class. M-Maybe we can talk afterwards?" Satan frowned as you walked past him towards the fruit bowl. "MC, it's the weekend." You stopped mid-step. An uncomfortable tension filled the room as the obvious excuse was exposed. The brothers waited for you to move, to speak, to do something to give them any sort of sign for what you wanted them to do, but you just stood there, still like a statue except for the tremors in your hand. "Come on, Darling," Asmodeus spoke softly. His face clearly showed the hurt and concern that was coursing through him. "Everything's alright, I promise. We just need to talk about a few things." The brothers had thought of a number of ways you could've reacted to them confronting you. Lucifer thought that perhaps you would snap at them and distance yourself further. Mammon, Levi, and Asmo expected a few small tears followed by a cuddle session. Satan imagined a slightly more dramatic telling, like something from one of his novels, that ended him being your hero and massacring all those who dared speak ill about you. Beel thought perhaps you could talk over a bunch of comfort foods that allowed you to remain calm and feel safe. Belphie had hoped that perhaps you hadn't believed what you overheard, and the two of you could laugh at how idiotic even the idea of them not loving you was. But you, breaking down into tears, sobbing the words "I'm sorry" over and over again? None of them had expected, nor were prepared, for that. ***Apparently this is now going to be a three-part series. This part was interesting to write. I fully believe that if the brothers were in a poly relationship with the MC they would definitely bicker and argue about

who knows MC best and who had the better date whenever MC isn't around. Honestly, they probably have a score chart 😅 I hope you guys liked part 2! Keep an eye out for part 3, where MC finally opens up to the boys and we have some hurt/comfort times \uwu/ ***

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demonsandco · 3 years

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I searched through your blog and I'm honestly so surprised you don't have more Simeon content. That being said, if you're still doing it, can I get the WHOLE smut alphabet for Simeon?

You’re right! It’s a shame cause he’s very much one of my favorites now that we get to see more of him in game! Normally I wouldn’t do the entire alphabet like this because it’s… a lot, but Simeon deserves it uwu. This is nearly 3000 words, which makes it my longest post yet by a long shot!

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

Simeon is such a sweetheart after sex. He’s not actually sleepy, but his limbs feel like jelly and he’s full of so many soft, loving emotions. All he wants to do is keep his partner close in his arms, slyly stealing kisses from their lips and whispering words of love in their ear. He’s not eager to get up or move at all, but he’s willing to have a bath or grab some water if they join him. Sex leaves him feeling rather emotional and vulnerable, and he really just wants to feel them near him and hear their voice.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

Simeon’s favorite part of his body is his hands. He wears gloves often to protect them, leaving his skin feeling so soft and smooth. He’s a very hands on type of person, and he’s quite skilled with them, too. One of his favorite things to do during sex is run his hands up and down his partner’s sides, feeling their warmth under his palms.

In turn, Simeon loves every part of their body. If he had to pick just one part, though, it would be their eyes. He’s a firm believer in the saying that “eyes are the windows to the soul” and he could lose himself in their gaze. He’s fond of maintaining eye contact, watching their expression shift as they get close and memorising the different shades and tones that make up their eye color.

(Cont under the cut)

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

Simeon cums so much, both in quantity and frequency, but he hates the messiness of it. It feels good in the moment, but it gets cold and sticky way too quickly for his liking. He really likes to see his partner covered in his cum, as though he marked them as his in a way only the two of them would know about, but he’s always quick to help clean them up before it gets uncomfortable.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

Simeon really doesn’t have anything that he would call a dirty secret. All the sexual experiences he’s had in the past have been quite tame and he’s very much not the type of person to feel ashamed about his past actions or keep them secret. He’s an open book when it comes to relationships and sex.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

Contrary to popular belief, angels are allowed to have sex. As long as it doesn’t impact their duties, angels can do whatever they want with their private lives, and Simeon very much took advantage of that. He’s had quite a few partners in the past, especially before the war took place. His original rank as a Seraph gave him a lot of popularity among other angels. His experiences have taught him a lot about how to make his partner feel good in many different ways, but he never really had the chance to figure out what he enjoys. There’s a huge opportunity for them to experiment with his body and to teach him more than just the basics.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Simeon is really open to experimenting and trying out new positions, so he doesn’t have just one favorite. However, the positions he enjoys most are ones where he can see his partner’s face, especially if the position lets him pull them against his chest when he feels the need for closeness. He’s open to just about any position, though, even if it seems rather absurd at first.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

Simeon isn’t goofy enough to ruin the moment, but his playful nature definitely shines through. If he’s in bed with someone, that means he feels close to them emotionally, too, so he feels comfortable enough to not stay serious all the time. Sometimes things go wrong in the moment or something silly gets said out loud on accident. He doesn’t see anything wrong with laughing it off or jokingly teasing each other. He’s good at telling when the mood allows for some laughs and when some composure is necessary.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

Being an angel, Simeon’s body is almost entirely hairless. Besides the hair on his head, the only other hair on him is a small patch above his cock and a very faint happy trail. He doesn’t enjoy the feel of shaving, but he does keep it very neatly trimmed at all times. Colour wise, it matches the hair on his head perfectly.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

Simeon is quite romantic in the moment. Love and intimacy are very important aspects of sex to him, and that comes through in most of his actions. His pace, his preferred positions, everything reflects that intimacy that he craves. Through it all, he’s sweet talking to his partner, letting them know how good they make him feel, how important they are to him, and how much he loves them. He knows he might come across as too intense, but he wants to make sure they know that sex isn’t just about the physical aspect for him.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

Simeon rarely, if ever, feels the need to masturbate. Without a partner, sex really isn’t something he thinks about often, and if he does have a partner, he’d much rather take care of his need with them, rather than on his own. If he does end up jacking off, though, he always ends up fantasising about them, and he finds that he can’t actually cum without imagining them being there with him.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Unsurprisingly, Simeon has a corruption kink. It came as a huge shock to him when he first realised it, but something about having his sweet little human tempt him and lead him down a path of “sin” excites him. It feeds into his rebellious nature that he constantly tries to control. It gives him a rush of adrenaline whenever they convince him to do something shameful or lewd and he finds himself enjoying it and even craving more instead of actually feeling shame.

As well, Simeon also has a massive praise kink. He always strives to please his partner as best as he can and getting positive reinforcement, something he rarely hears normally, sends shocks of pleasure shooting down his spine. The more praise he gets, the more eager he is to be good. If he’s being bratty, praising his good behavior in the past gets him to behave much quicker than a “punishment” would.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

Simeon’s preferred location is either his or his partner’s room. It’s a place that feels safe and familiar, while also offering privacy. They can take as much time as they want and be as loud as they feel like without having to worry about anyone bursting in.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

Getting Simeon turned on is pretty easy. All his partner needs to do is be direct with their advances. Their boldness excites him. He isn’t the type of person to get turned on by seemingly innocent actions, so their intent needs to be clear. That, alongside some suggestive touches, is more than enough to get him in the mood.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Simeon is usually open to trying anything once and there’s not a lot that he’s opposed to, but he is very serious with his boundaries. He refuses to allow sex with his partner to start impacting his day to day life. Skipping classes, missing meetings, or even risking being late to something, even if it’s not important, in favor of sex is a big no for him. He makes his boundaries very clear from the start, and will quickly become harsh if his partner doesn’t respect them.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

Simeon has almost no experience in oral, giving or receiving, but it quickly becomes one of his favorite things. He could spend hours between his partner’s thighs without getting bored. While he’s rather hesitant and unsure at first, he’s very skilled at reading their reactions and starts adjusting his technique to make them feel as good as possible.

He doesn’t enjoy receiving quite as much, but he still loves it! It’s so easy for his partner to make him cum or overstimulate him with just their mouth. The warm wetness of their mouth feels divine and their breath is so hot against his skin, he can’t help but cum embarrassingly quickly.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

Simeon greatly enjoys taking his time with his partner, keeping a slow and sensual pace and exploring every inch of their body with his mouth and hands. He’s not a fan of rushing, even as he gets closer to his peak, he keeps his pace steady, his body molding against theirs. He’s not opposed to going faster if they prefer that, but his favorite pace will always be slow and intimate.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

Simeon is not a fan of quickies. He’ll be open to trying it at least once, but he knows from the start that it’s not his cup of tea. The whole thing just feels so rushed and impersonal to him. The most important part of sex to him is the intimacy and emotional connections, and quickies feel very lacking in comparison. If anything, they leave him craving his partner even more than before.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

Simeon is very open to experimenting and he’s always excited to learn and experience new things. He’s willing to try anything once, even if it’s something that he’s pretty sure he won’t enjoy. The idea of taking risks also interests him, but it needs to only be a perceived risk for him to participate. Something like messing around in an empty classroom at RAD is exciting, but it needs to be afterhours when the school is empty and the door has to be locked for him to feel comfortable.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

Simeon’s stamina is not the best, at least at first. He can go for more rounds than the average human just because he’s an angel, but he’s so unbelievably sensitive that the rounds themselves are rather short. It’s been so long since he’s had anyone touch him sexually that he ended up cumming in his pants the first time he was with his partner. With time, his stamina will improve drastically, probably to the point where he could easily outlast them, but he needs some practice to get there.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

Toys aren’t something Simeon has ever really thought about using or has ever owned. When he sees the huge variety of toys that exist, he feels excited to try them out, mostly relying on his partner’s preferences and recommendations to pick some. He quickly learns that he really enjoys having them use different toys on him and, in turn, he loves the new opportunities the toys give him when it comes to pleasuring them in return. The possessive, prideful part of him that is usually buried very much prefers making his partner feel good on his own, without toys to help, but most of the time, he doesn’t mind.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

The first time he teases his partner, it’s entirely accidental, his habit of going slow and taking his time exploring their body ends up making him tease them. Once he sees the way it makes them feel, though, he starts doing it on purpose, wanting to see more of their reactions. He’ll relent, with a smug little smile on his face, if they start begging, but until then, he plays the innocent card, pretending not to realise what he’s doing.

As much as he likes to dish it out, Simeon really can’t take much teasing. He’s so sensitive and desperate that he’ll start begging immediately, willing to do anything just to feel more of their touch.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

Simeon is naturally very loud and he lets out the prettiest sounds. At first, he tries to muffle them and keep his volume down. He talks quite a bit, at least while he’s still able to form coherent thoughts, and loves to whisper sweet things to his partner in a breathy tone. The closer he gets to cumming, the more his words devolve into delicate gasps and high pitched moans. When he cums, he lets out the longest, breathiest whine that no amount of gritting his teeth or covering his mouth could smother. He’s very vocal throughout, and without some sort of soundproofing, his voice can very much be heard through the walls.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

Simeon has a hard time controlling his wings during sex. He can’t focus hard enough to keep them hidden and they tend to have a mind of their own, fluttering and puffing up depending on how he feels. They’re quite sensitive in the moment too, especially at the base. In the end, he finds himself wrapping his wings around his partner as he pulls them close, keeping them warm and safe under his feathers. Unfortunately, this usually means that the bed is covered in feathers from all his flapping and wiggling.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

Simeon has such a pretty cock, so perfectly smooth that it almost looks like a drawing rather than an actual dick. He’s large enough to be impressive without seeming intimidating, with just enough girth to feel like a stretch, but not be painful. It’ll still take some prep for his partner to take him, but it won’t be too difficult with some patience and plenty of lube.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

Simeon’s libido isn’t very high at all, and sex isn’t something that’s on his mind constantly. What matters to him most is spending quality time with his partner, regardless of what they’re doing together. They usually need to be the one to actually initiate things, since he has no qualms with pushing down his need to avoid ruining the moment. With how much he values physical touch, it’s not hard for cuddles to become something more, and as long as there’s time for it, Simeon will never say no.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Sex doesn’t exactly leave him feeling sleepy, but it does make him feel extraordinarily relaxed. He tends to follow his partner’s lead, staying awake longer if they don’t plan to sleep right away. With how warm and soft he feels, though, he has no trouble falling asleep quickly, cuddling them close to his chest to absorb more of their body heat. If it’s up to him, he prefers to share some casual pillow talk together, before falling asleep soon after. If he can avoid having to get up and be functional, he will.

#obey me #obey me shall we date #obey me simeon #obey me smut #smut alphabet #lime time #anon ily this was a wonderful ask #it took fucking ages to finish tho lmao

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luminari-mc · 3 years

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4 Female with satan

Late Night Rescue (Satan x f!MC)

Prompt 4: “I know it’s 2 in the morning, but do you want to...”

Genre: Fluff, Slice of life

Warnings: N/A

A/N: First Satan piece! Coincidentally enough, he has been growing on me a lot more lately. I hope I get to work more on him in the future so I can explore other parts of his personality (I just think he's neat).

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It was with a long, deep groan that MC's forehead met with the surface of her desk. Three long hours on this homework, and she still couldn't see the end of it. When the teacher had first said that the entire class was about to "taste true suffering" for getting a low score on the previous assignement, she didn't think he would actually be this serious. But what was she expecting, really, when it came from a demon teacher?

With a hand that had turned stiff from writing down notes since the beginning of her study session, MC grabbed her phone and slid it close to her face. She sighed upon seeing the time flash on her screen, reminding her of her grim reality.

2:13am.

"Aaah, and we have to wake up in 5 hours..." the hard truth fell from her lips as she painfully straightened herself in her chair. If Lucifer knew she was still awake at this hour, no doubt she would get a full-blown lecture after coming home from RAD tomorrow. She ran her hands over her face in an attempt to wake herself up as she groaned. She wasn't about to get any sleep tonight, was she?

"What's this coffee made out of, seriously?" Frowning, a pout birthed on her mouth upon looking down at her notes. The pile of books next to her only let her see how much more she would have to write before finalizing her assignment, and giving it back to the teacher tomorrow afternoon.

"It's not doing shit." MC propped her elbows on the desk- maybe a bit too loudly given the time-, and placed her head into her hands. If only she hadn't made a detour to the store with Asmo after school! But she had desperately needed new skincare products, and Asmo's puppy eyes had proven to be way too effective against her. Ugh, she could have been in bed already...

She felt her heart skip a bit when the phone under her hand began ringing, the soft ringtone she had set for nightly calls much welcomed to her ears. Although, a small knot took form in her throat as she began to wonder who could be calling her at such an hour. Maybe a wrong number?

She instantly placed the phone against her ear, her tired mind making her forget to check the name appearing on the screen. "Huh, hello?"

"Ah, so I was right. You are still awake after all." The voice, warm and affectionate in its tone, gave MC the impression that it was the first person she was speaking to in a week.

"Satan?" She asked, rubbing a wrist over her eyes.

"You know, I had a hunch it was going to take you some time to finish your work, after you've left dinner so quickly to close yourself in your room. But to still be going at it at this hour..." The demon clicked his tongue. "Did you even take a break since then?"

"No... I mean, I've finished most of my regular assignements. But I've been stuck on this one for a while now." MC replied as she turned around on her chair to stretch her legs, before curiosity took over her. "How did you guess?"

"I went to the kitchen to grab some water." The blonde answered over the phone. "That's when I noticed the light from under your door. I didn't want to bother you, in case you had fallen asleep with the lights on, so I didn't dare knocking."

Looking back at the door, MC felt lucky it had been Satan who called, and not another one of the demons. The Avatar of Wrath had always been one of the few men in the house who had always respected her boundaries whenever she asked to be left alone, especially more when it was to work on something. Yet, she couldn't help but clutch the phone a little more against her ear, feeling grateful that he was checking up on her in the middle of the night.

"Well, I'm definitely not sleeping right now." She giggled slightly. "But what about you, though? Were you asleep before going to the kitchen? I wouldn't want you to stay awake because of me."

Satan's laugh brought a warm feeling in her stomach as it entered her ear. "Actually, I wasn't. There's been a particular problem that's been keeping me awake, you see. So I've been trying to find an idea as to how I can resolve it."

"A problem?" MC blinked, her eyes opening a bit wider.

"You left dinner relatively early today, so you didn't catch up on it." Satan explains. "But I've recently noticed the presence of a kitten in the cemetary. It's been there for a few days now, and as far as I know, it doesn't seem that it left the area to return to a home, so it's just been taking shelter in one of the mausoleums. I told Lucifer about possibly bringing it inside to give him in a warm place so it can sleep and eat, but of course, he refused on the spot."

MC arched an eyebrow. "I thought you of all people wouldn't care about Lucifer's rules when it comes to cats."

The demon laughed in response.

"Oh trust me, I'd love nothing more than to defy his rules on a daily basis. But I've sneaked cats in the house in the past, and it usually doesn't end well for me, and the cats eventually have to leave. It also wouldn't be easy to bring this kitten inside, now that Lucifer knows about it." Satan sighs loud enough for MC to hear over the phone. "No doubt he would be on my tail if I were to try anything."

She mimicked the demon, letting a puff of air escape her nose in frustration. Lucifer was very stubborn when it came to having animals in the House of Lamentation, the only exception obviously being Henry 2.0 since he was a small goldfish. Even Mammon had been yelled at whenever his crows would enter through the windows to drop freshly stolen goods at his feet, but they'd usually only stay for a couple of minutes. So convincing the first-born to let Satan take care of a kitten... would prove to be challening, no doubt.

MC didn't have the time to offer her support, than Satan immediately started speaking again.

"But you know, MC." The smile in his voice seemed to have doubled in an instant. "I think I may have found a solution to this problem of mine. Now, I know you're still stuck on your homework... And I know it’s 2 in the morning, but do you want to..."

Satan let the end of his sentence unfinished, probably waiting for MC to guess it. Her mouth stayed agape for a few seconds, until she finally took the hint.

"Do I want to... help you?"

"We all know Lucifer has a soft spot for you." MC could hear Satan move around his room as he continued to explain his plan. "I take that if you and I were to go and bring this kitten to one of our rooms, he would be a bit more mellow than if I were to try on my own. Would you be up for it?"

MC weighted the ups and downs in her mind. On one hand, getting caught by Lucifer could result in a punishment her exhausted body wouldn't probably be able to take. But on the other hand, she was the only one at this hour who could help Satan with this predicament. And MC would be lying to herself, if she said she didn't want to see this kitten and give it a better home than a cold, damp mausoleum.

"Ah, and if you need a bit more convincing-" Satan's voice pulled her out of her thoughts, "I'll help you finish that assignement of yours tomorrow morning. Whatever it is, I can assure you we'll be done before lunch."

"You would?!" She found herself gasping as if she had just heard the best news of her life. "Satan, that would help so much!"

"It's for Curses and Hexes, isn't it?" Satan's chuckle felt like honey to her ears. "That teacher really is as sadistic as Lucifer, so no wonder you're having a hard time with it. Don't worry, I'll even complete the assignement for you if we need to."

"I'll help!" MC declared, practically jumping out of her chair to go grab her shoes near the door. "B-But, I was going to accept even before you offered me your help, just so you know!"

"Haha, I know MC. You are truly kind." Satan's words felt sincere. "Now then, shall we meet by the entrance? Be careful not to make any noise on your way there. This rescue mission depends entirely on our discretion, after all."

"I'll be so silent, Lucifer might as well think I turned into a ghost." MC grinned while crouching to put her shoes on. "See you soon, Satan. Let's help that kitten together."

"Thank you, MC. I'm really looking forward to do this with you. I will see you there." As Satan hung up, MC could swear all of the exhaustion she had previously acquired in the past few hours vanish in an instant. Who cared in the moment if her back ached a little? Something much more interesting than taking notes was about to take place.

As MC grabbed her jacket and flipped it around her shoulders, she found herself smiling upon stepping out of her room, this innocent but sneaky rescue mission with Satan making her the most excited she had been in weeks. And with him getting to help her tomorrow... it seemed like, for the first time in a while, her stubbornness had worked in her favor.

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mammonsvulva · 3 years

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Hi there! I just discovered your page and i loved the bachata headcannon!

On that same line, can you do a female latina headcannon? Like, more specifically, Colombian, you know, an MC that's like normally fluent in english but when mad she just burst on angry spanish screaming session with latin curses and a strong accent and also just getting really mad if deemed as Mexican by default? I'd love that! Thank youuuu (also feel free to ignored this if it's not of your fancy)

I hope you have a great day!

Of course! I really hope you like it! :)

(I tried to incorporate things some of my relatives say as Colombians please don’t hate me🥲)

The Brothers + Datables and a Latina MC with Colombian Habits

Lucifer❤️

Lucifer has always been amused by the boldness MC portrayed, that is until Mammon pissed her off

MC actually f*cking explodes, calling Mammon “culicagao” (like a bratty kid) and a bunch of profanities out of rage

Actually leaves Lucifer surprised, who could she hate so much that she’d put a curse on them?

Is actually kind of scared to speak up after she went silent, kinda just stares at her like “what the fuck do I do”

“I’ve told Mammon A THOUSAND TIMES. IM NOT F*CKING MEXICAN”

(Oooohh Mammons gonna get his ASS WHOOPED)

“MAAAAAAMMMMOOOOONNN????”

Mammon💛

Could learn a thing or two from MC, had some strong clap backs

Is counting his money when OUT OF NOWHERE MC just starts incanting a literal curse

Literally has his quaking in his boots dude, like he’s genuinely terrified

He can’t keep up with anything she’s saying and feels like his time to die has come

Doesn’t say A WORD when she calms down, jumps when she starts apologizing for reacting like that

“W-w-what happened? ( ⚆ _ ⚆ )”

“I LOST 10 GRAND IN BLACK JACK! ITS FUCKING RIGGED!”

Is genuinely more cautious for a while, kind of traumatized him

Mammon thought it’d be a great Idea to take her to meet one of his witches, MC already didn’t like her but listen to this

First thing the witch said was “Aren’t you that Mexican transfer student or whatever?”

(‘Oooh Ms. Girl you fucked up’)

Leviathan💙

Wishes he could have MCs confidence, ‘how does she respond like that 0•0’

He’s reading Manga while MC just lost on the same level for the 5th time

Accidentally shifts to his demon for he got so scared

Has to whip his tail up and grab the controller before she could slam it, genuinely terrified for his well being

Once she calms down she goes to give him a hug, to help with her frustration

*PANICS* “I-I can h-help you with that level, if y-you want..”

MC watches as he beats it with ease and heaves a sigh of relief, literally such a stupid game

Gets just as offended as MC when somebody said “I went to Mexico on vacation once, what was it like growing up there?”

Will let her handle it and he’ll be her Moral Support <3

Satan💚

Loved that MC was always ready, he was like that too being the Avatar of Wrath

Is genuinely amused when MC burst out swearing because she got a bad grade, he actually thought it was hilarious

Thinks of like a game to keep up with everything she’s shouting, makes her more upset

“What the fuck are you laughing at juemadre de la-“

“You’re Hot when you’re mad, Did you know that?”

Makes her go silent immediately, why is he like this, making people wanna act up on DIAVOLO

When they’re BOTH mad at something it’s like a f*cking BOMB RAID bro

They both just keep adding more, even when Satans speaking a Demon Dialect and MC is speaking Spanish LMAOO

When an arrogant soul decides to purposely mislabel MC as Mexican, the fool needs to count his seconds with MC and Satan both getting on his ass

Asmodeus💞

Has always liked the spunk MC had, it entertained him to watch her bicker with his brothers

Surprised, but not happy AT ALL with the fact that MC could blow up like that

Gets on MC for lashing out, “MC! THIS IS TERRIBLE FOR YOUR SKIN, DO YOU WANT WRINKLES?”

Gets MC to tell him what made her loose her cool like that

“That stupid b*tch from class posted saying “That Mexican transfer student isn’t pretty enough to be this annoying”

Almost explodes as bad as MC did

“MS. GIRL SHE SAID WHAT? Lemme hop on Devilgram and end her career real quick💖”

Devilgram post- Asmodeus 19:34: “Aw sweetie, Not everybody can be as gorgeous as MC and muah, but don’t go trying to drag her in the dirt with you. Filthy🥱”

No mercy on the haters💔

Beelzebub🧡

Like Asmo, found it entertaining to see MC bicker with his brothers every now and then

MC just couldn’t keep calm anymore when she messed up the recipe she was working on AGAIN

Beel becomes more concerned than scared, ‘Is she ok? :(‘

Gets up to hug MC, hoping it’ll help calm her down a bit

She explains that she kept ruining the dessert no matter how hard she tried

“MC, it’s ok to do it wrong, because it helps you learn how to do it right :)”

She’s tried again, except this time with Beel to help her :)

Gets upset when someone defaults MC as Mexican, knowing how much she hates it

He may be a teddy bear but man don’t f*ck with his Chef

Belphegor💜

Thought MC was amusing with the way she made sure everyone knew she wouldn’t take any BS

MC just happened to stub her toe while Belphie was sleeping, and now he’s awake, and heated

“What the f*ck happened?”

Is actually more concerned than upset, she wouldn’t lash out like that for no reason

When MC explains that a picture of her in the RAD Catalog still ended up being there even though she made it clear she was against it

“Oh, MC- you look good in every photo, I wouldn’t be upset about it”

Assures her it’s not a big deal and then invites her to come take a nap with him

Will mean mug the f*ck out of anyone who assumes MC is Mexican, because he finds extremely disrespectful (as it is)

Might commit homicide if they keep saying Mexican but I ain’t no snitch

Diavolo♥️

At first took MC as disrespectful, but learned it was only when she felt she was being disrespected (then by all means, go off)

Surprisingly, Diavolo speaks Spanish, but he still kind of struggles to keep up

He’s just laughing the whole time too, like MC isn’t furious

Later, MC calmly explains just some random student pissed her off again

“Who is this student you say? Do I need to have a chat with them as the Demon Lord of The Devildom? :)?”

Dia actually admires how passionate MC is about her home country, agrees that it’s disrespectful to mislabel someone

Because he can, Dia starts to learn about Colombian culture and throwing parties just for MC

Starts saying shit like “politas pa la rumba!” (I’ll buy beers for everyone¿) just to sound cool to MC

Barbatos💟

Barb doesn’t understand how someone could be so beautiful but so hostile sometimes, overall doesn’t really mind though

Is surprised that such things could conde from MC, kind of chuckles thinking about it

He figured he should try and step in to calm the situation

“Is there anything I can do to ease you, MC?”

It ended up being that Diavolo was completely ignoring her and brushing her aside when he never did that with Solomon

Asks if she’d like him to talk to Dia about it, since he may approach it better than she will

Barb will quietly correct anybody who believes her to be Mexican, just so MC won’t have to deal with their arrogance herself

Takes his free time and makes dishes from Colombia, or Colombian themed cookies or cupcakes to make MC happy :)

Simeon🤍

Is trying to teach MC better ways to respond to idiots, more Angelic ways

When MC blows up for the first time in front of him, the literal shock she sent him into omfg

*GASP* “MC?! WHY ARE YOU SAYING SUCH VILE THINGS?”

Like, HELLOOO? SHE DARES TO SAY SUCH THINGS IN AN ANGELS PRESENCE?

Helps to calm her down after showing distaste for her words

“You’re lips are to beautiful to speak such sinful things”

Will go on to give MC a long but kind lecture about why exploding like that is bad for her Aura and whatever

Will politely make it known that someone was wrong for assuming MC is Mexican, does get a bit irritated though

He now goes up to MC when she’s getting upset, to remind her to breathe and comfort her with a deep hug :)

“See? It’s ok MC~ just breathe in and out for me, ok? :)”

Solomon⚛️

Will piss MC off on purpose just to see her pop off, he LOVES it

Literally her #1 cheerleader when she blows up, adding on to what she’s upset about

“Period MC” “No way she said that! What a fugly b*tch” “Right, she’s just a hater”

Hypes her up all the time, even when she’s obviously in the wrong

Sol needs ALL the tea, pulls up like “who we talking shit about?”

Will get on someone’s ass just because, now think about when someone mislabels MC😳💥

Gives MC a sense of pride hearing him say “Cagué” when he messes up a potion, he obviously picked that up from her

Luke⛅️

Gets kinda (really) scared when MC becomes a little aggressive

Actually bursts out crying because he was scared MC was mas at him

MC traumatized this kid so bad, he ran to Simeon like he was getting chased be some demons

“M-m-mom is really m-mad and *sobs* I’m s-scared *sobs more*”

MC IMMEDIATELY feels super bad because she scared away his soul

Simeon, having talked to her about it already, mouthed “Apologize now.” In a very not polite manner, kinda scaring MC too🚫🧢

Has MC apologizing PROFUSELY, trying to explain it wasn’t Luke’s fault

Once he calms down, they go to bake cookies like usual, except this time he’s sniffing the whole time :( 💔

I really hope this fit what you asked for :( </3

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manie-sans-delire-x · 3 years

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My thoughts/analysis of We Need to talk about Kevin

From abnormal psych class paper:

The character I chose to analyze and diagnose is Kevin Khatchadourian from the 2011 film, We Need to Talk about Kevin. Brilliantly depicted by star Ezra Miller and various other child actors, Kevin is an angry, emotionally detached boy who struggles in his complex relationship with his mother. We see the unhealthy relationship develop between the two through-out the film as Kevin grows from a baby to a young man, ending in tragedy as Kevin achieves his ultimate revenge against his mother by massacring the rest of their family as well as several classmates in a school shooting.

After carefully noting Kevin’s behavior and the way he and his mother Eva interact when he is a young child, I have decided to diagnose Kevin with reactive attachment disorder (RAD). The diagnostic criteria from the current Diagnostic and Statistical manual (DSM-5) for RAD reads as follows:

A. A consistent pattern of inhibited, emotionally withdrawn behavior toward adult caregivers, manifested by both of the following:

1. The child rarely or minimally seeks comfort when distressed.

2. The child rarely or minimally responds to comfort when distressed.

B. A persistent social or emotional disturbance characterized by at least two of the following:

Minimal social and emotional responsiveness to others

Limited positive affect

Episodes of unexplained irritability, sadness, or fearfulness that are evident even during nonthreatening interactions with adult caregivers.

C. The child has experienced a pattern of extremes of insufficient care as evidenced by at least one of the following:

Social neglect or deprivation in the form of persistent lack of having basic emotional needs for comfort, stimulation, and affection met by caring adults

Repeated changes of primary caregivers that limit opportunities to form stable attachments (e.g., frequent changes in foster care)

Rearing in unusual settings that severely limit opportunities to form selective attachments (e.g., institutions with high child to caregiver ratios)

D. The care in Criterion C is presumed to be responsible for the disturbed behavior in Criterion A (e.g., the disturbances in Criterion A began following the lack of adequate care in Criterion C).

E. The criteria are not met for autism spectrum disorder.

F. The disturbance is evident before age 5 years.

G. The child has a developmental age of at least nine months.

Specify if Persistent: The disorder has been present for more than 12 months.

Specify current severity: Reactive Attachment Disorder is specified as severe when a child exhibits all symptoms of the disorder, with each symptom manifesting at relatively high levels.

Kevin displays behavior that meets both criteria A and B. As a baby he cried constantly, reportedly even when held, showing an inability or unwillingness to be soothed. As a toddler he shows defiance, disinterest in social interaction, and a refusal to engage in play, such as when his mother is attempting to play with a ball with him and he refuses to roll the ball back or respond in any way, instead staring at her with a sullen expression. Kevin also refuses his mother’s pleas to say the word “Mommy”. As a slightly older child, Kevin continues to act defiantly and shows anger, ripping up the paper when his mother attempts to school him, immediately soiling his newly changed diapers on purpose, throwing food against the wall and onto tables, breaking his crayons, making nonsensical noises to irritate his mother, and destroying his mother’s artfully decorated room. When he is taken to the doctor to be examined, he shows no expression, does not speak, and stiffens his body. When his baby sister is born, he purposefully sprinkles water onto the newborn, causing her to cry. It should be noted however that in one instance Kevin seems to relax his cold exterior and accept comfort from his mother, shown by the scene in which he falls ill and cuddles with his mother while she reads him a story. He even apologizes for her having to clean up his throw-up. Unfortunately, as soon as he is feeling well again he is back to being rude and rejecting any attempt of hers to take care of him, refusing her help to change his clothes.

As for criteria C, although Kevin has not experienced extreme abuse or neglect, I believe Kevin suffered from a traumatic birth as it was mentioned that his mother was resisting. His mother Eva did not desire a child, especially not one as difficult as Kevin, so she emotionally neglects him and is cold to him. Eva makes it very clear to him that he is unwanted, telling him straight to his face that she was happy before she gave birth to him and not correcting him when Kevin mentions that Eva does not like him. In one instance, she is accidentally too rough with him and breaks his arm, which Kevin later refers to as being the most honest thing she ever did. Kevin also meets the criteria of D through G, and his symptoms are persistent. I would say Kevin has moderate to severe symptoms as he does exhibit all listed symptoms quite regularly.

I believe Kevin’s psychological problems may also have developed into conduct disorder (CD) as an adolescent and then antisocial personality disorder (ASPD) or psychopathy in adulthood, especially after taking into consideration the mutilation of his sister’s eye and the killing of his sister’s guinea pig, his father, his sister, and several classmates. He shows no guilt or empathy, appears to have shallow emotions besides anger, and shows no evidence of having affection or emotional bonds to anyone. He is also very manipulative; putting on a fake act of normalcy for his father, turning his parents against each other, and navigating the legal system to get his best outcome. However, I know that children with RAD can also be violent and if not treated, behave in a way very similar to conduct disorder in adolescence and ASPD or psychopathy in adulthood. The main reason I chose to focus on RAD over CD or ASPD is because I believe the root of Kevin’s problem is immense pain at being rejected and unloved as a child and that he harbors a deep desire to have that connection but is unable to accept affection. He is so focused on and consumed by his anger towards his mother, while someone with true psychopathy may be more detached and indifferent. I also leaned more towards RAD given that he showed symptoms from such a young age and did not seem to have any problems outside of his issues with his mother, such as acting out in school or engaging in petty, impulsive crime. I do wish that the film showed more of his interaction with his peers. Lastly, I felt RAD was a more accurate choice because of the subtle signs of it that are associated more with RAD than CD, such as stiffening his body when others try to hug him, making nonsensical sounds, and not making eye contact as an infant, although that may not have been intentionally put in the film. Either way, his parents certainly needed to talk to professionals about Kevin when he was a child. Had they done so, perhaps they could have prevented the tragedy of both his life and the pain he inflicted on others.

Response to tumblr ask:

I agree! I would have loved to see how he interacts at school, what he does when he’s alone and has spare time, and more of his childhood.

I think he had multiple reasons:

1- To make his mother suffer since he obviously has a lot of anger and resentment towards her

2- Because he doesn’t feel much positive emotion and gave up on ever feeling pleasure or enjoyment from regular life. Normal life is incredibly boring for him. He wanted to DO something- real, meaningful, make something happen. He wanted to Live. I very much relate.

3- He enjoys the attention he gets from it.

We talked about this in my forensic psych club- whether we should give interviews and all this attention to violent criminals. Our society is fascinated by them to the point where we make movies and books. People sell and collect memorabilia. They have fan-girls writing love letters and showing up to their court sessions, even fighting each other over them. It’s pretty crazy. But on the other hand, it’s important that we study them. Or is it? There’s a debate about everything.

4- His philosophy and world view.

He is very nihilistic, he doesn’t believe life “means” anything and right/wrong doesn’t exist/is just a matter of opinion or viewpoint. His actions don’t really matter either, nothing does. I used to think exactly like he did when I was a teen, and I still do in a way.

As for your last question, it’s easy to forget one way of thinking when you’re in another. It’s hard to remember how one state was when you’re in a different one. Also, as shitty as outside life can be, life in prison is even shittier. Makes you appreciate the ability of choice and being able to do things, even just to walk around outside or buy an icecream cone. He was also only 15 at the time of the crime, and in the last scene he’s 18. A lot of chemical changes and neural development happens in that time. He matured- his way of thinking about himself, the world, and the others around him changed.

#we need to talk about kevin #analysis #op #forensic psychology

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professionalsimpfor2dboys · 4 years

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“Mammon’s Scenting” Obey Me Fluff + Smut #2

Mammon x Female! MC

Introduction: MC goes to school after being scented by all seven of the brothers and is sad to see everyone avoiding her like the demon plague, but a particular set of four demons don’t let it deter them. What will the seven avatars do about these determined demons vying for their human’s claim? Mammon might just have to claim her for good ;)

Warnings: breeding, both rough and passionate vaginal sex, scenting, claiming, fingering, hand-job, overall very dirty and very long

When MC woke the next morning, she groaned at the array of hickeys all over her upper half that were impossible to cover up. The brothers had suspiciously woken up earlier than usual and were giddy to take her to school for obvious reasons. Constantly covering her with oh so innocent touches and vying for her attention, it was as if last night caused the dam that was holding back all of their restrained affection to be destroyed.

Trying her best to keep her RAD uniform’s collar hiked up to at least deter some of the view, she couldn’t help but pout at how obviously the students avoided her. They would all do the same action, first they would sniff at the air before promptly turning to where the scent was coming from, which was obviously her. At that point they’d realize the smell was an intermingled scent of all seven avatars and would book it in the opposite direction of wherever she was standing. Wherever she went at least two of the brothers would follow and the two who were with her as she walked to the only class she was alone in was Belphie and Beel.

When they arrived at the classroom, she tried her best to quickly usher them away but Belphie suddenly began to sniff at the air before a glare settled on his face, which was mirrored by Beel as he raised a furrowed eyebrow. “So, those lowly demons are in here, huh? Which ones? I wanna have a talk with them,” Belphie sneered, surprisingly quick to jump out of his usual sleepy state. He tried to make his way into the class but was met with MC’s hand to his chest.

“Nuh uh, you are not starting a ruckus in here, Lucifer would be pissed,” she told him off as he looked over her head to scan any suspicious demons looking their way.

“I feel as if Lucifer would actually be on my side. He’s the avatar of pride, we know he doesn’t like it when someone tries anything with you,” Belphie replied with a smug smile. She couldn’t argue with that. Beel stopped Belphie’s attempts with a hand on the shoulder and shook his head.

“It’ll be fine. No demon would be stupid enough to try anything when she smells like us,” Beel assured, before pulling Belphie out the doorway. “We’re gonna be late to class if we keep this up. Bye, MC! I think Mammon is gonna be picking you up afterward,” he informed with a wave as he dragged his twin away. Letting loose a sigh of relief, she sat in her seat and avoided the nervous glances of her classmates. Could this school day just be over with already?

The class passed by with no special happenings and she was now waiting for the bell to finally signal the end of school. Going back to her hunched and reclusive ways, she tapped aimlessly on her desk slightly wishing that she could make some more friends down here but that idea was likely thrown completely out the window because of her possessive demon roommates. She’d sometimes try sniffing at her neck to see just what the others were getting a whiff of but she didn’t smell anything in particular.

“Heyo, MC! How’s it going?” A voice greeted causing her to look up and see the four demons from before, one of which was being pulled reluctantly.

“O-oh, hi!” She replied, surprised that they were talking to her.

“I see our scenting was replaced! Kinda expected that with how territorial those student council members can get!” The tallest laughed as he draped an arm on top of the shy one’s head.

“I’m sorry, I just realized I never asked for your names,” MC stated, smiling at how they seemed to be overall comfortable around her.

“Ah, right! Well, I’m Kuro,” the black-eyed demon introduced himself. “We call that tall, loud-mouthed red-head Tengu,” he continued as the latter gave her some finger guns. “The shortie’s name is Zepar, he likes to cause mischief with love so I’d be wary of him,” he whispered the end half-jokingly.

“Hey! Shut your trap!” Zepar yelped out.

“Oh and that leaves our shy boy, Saleos. Him and Zepar are related. He’s a softie for a demon,” Kuro shrugged.

“I-I like to call myself a pacifist, thank you!” Saleos defended, slightly pushing his black hair to the side.

She giggled at their varying personalities. “Well, it’s nice to meet you guys. You’re the first who haven’t ran in my opposite direction today,” she stated.

“Yeah, only idiots wouldn’t run away after getting a whiff of all seven of the highest ranking demons on ya,” Tengu replied, nodding his head. “Lucky for you, we’re pretty dumb,” he laughed.

“Satan told me that there was more to scenting than you let on, care to explain that?” She asked with a teasing raise of her brow. All of them shuffled in an embarrassed manner before Kuro spoke up.

“Yeah, sorry about that. Zepar likes to leave things out for his benefit and we were too excited,” he apologized, bowing as he did so.

“Aye, no harm was done so it’s fine! Those seven still claimed her nonetheless,” Zepar huffed out, crossing his arms and facing the other way.

“W-we’d be asking for a death wish if we tried scenting on you again b-but I hope...I hope...I hope we can still be friends!” Saleos blurted out, scrunching up his eyes to brace himself for rejection.

MC giggled happily. Of course her seven demons held a special place in her heart and on her body because of their pact marks but she was glad to have some friends in the Devildom. “I’d like that!”

They all continued conversing happily to the extent that they didn’t hear the bell when it rang. They were the only ones left in the classroom when Mammon arrived. When he first saw them circled around his human he wanted to snap and started charging in to rip them to shreds, but stopped when he saw her laugh. It made his chest burn with jealousy that she was laughing with others but he also saw how happy she looked. Recalling when she told him how excited she was to make friends in the past, he couldn’t help but sigh and hang his head. Mammon promised to himself he wouldn’t do anything rash to the four lowly demons but he still couldn’t help but see red and transform into his demon form when she brushed one of the demon’s hair to the side.

“Oi!” Mammon yelled out, getting to her small figure in lightning speed as he grabbed her wrist and pulled her away with a death glare to the four. He continued to drag her away and into the garden where no prying eyes could see her before lifting her up bridal style.

“Mammon! W-what are you doing-“ she cut herself off with a squeak when Mammon jumped and flew into the air with a flap of his wings, bee lining it to the House of Lamentation.

“What does it look like? Taking ya home!” He grunted out as he swooped down towards the house as she clutched onto him tighter and scrunched her eyes closed. Landing on his feet easily, he didn’t put her down and continued to carry her inside and into her room. At this point she was purposefully struggling in his arms.

“Mammon, let me down!” She commanded, accidentally using the pact to get him to obey. He went stiff and dropped her on the bed suddenly, causing her to let out an “oof” at the impact.

“Oi! Be careful when ya use that thing! You’re lucky I already had ya over the bed!” He scolded, running a hand through his hair in a stressed manner while transforming out of his demon form.

“You didn’t have to drag me out the classroom and all the way here, Mammon! I was finally making new friends but you and your brothers just had to ruin that for me! What is wrong with you guys?” She yelled.

“We do it for you!” He burst out. “None of us would know what to do with ourselves if you got hurt! The seven most powerful demons and we can’t protect one human? Especially me, alright? I’m the second most powerful and yet I still feel like I’m lacking for you...I’d go insane if anything happened to you, MC,” he trailed off towards the end as he sat on the edge of her bed with his head in his hands. She went quiet at his outburst, realizing he was crying when she heard small sniffles.

Scooting closer to him, she removed his hands from his heads and tipped his face towards her. Putting both hands on his face, she used her thumbs to wipe off stray tears. “Mammon, you’re not lacking, okay? You’re the most protective of me, the one who’s always there beside me, and my best friend. You’re my first, alright Mammoney?” She assured, looking him in the eyes as she gave him a soft smile.

He looked at her with widened eyes as his cheeks reddened at her words, his eyes darted to her lips which caused her breath to hitch. Slowly leaning forwards, he stopped right at her lips and looked her in the eyes for approval which she shakily nodded at. Before their lips touched, Mammon closed his eyes and whispered: “I-I love you, MC,” before catching her lips with his. They passionately kissed, not much time passing before Mammon swiped his tongue across her lips for entrance which she obliged to as they entangled with one another. Their hands seeking out each other, her hands dipping underneath his shirt as he gasped at the temperature difference while he pushed her down on to the bed. Running his hands down her curves as he took it upon himself to give her new hickeys on her neck where the old ones were at. She tugged his shirt over his head, in need to see his body as she gave him hickeys of her own on his shoulders. He moaned into her mouth when she cupped his erection through his pants causing him to pull off her shirt and unclasp her bra before throwing everything aside. He looked at her flushed figure below him, soaking in her beauty as she looked at him with lewdly lidded eyelids. “I want to fully scent on you. Can I make love to you, my angel?” He whispered against her breasts as he went to work on sucking and nibbling at them. She nodded hurriedly.

He cupped and squeezed at her breasts, groaning just at the feeling of her underneath him. MC made a noise as she tugged at his pants along with her own, signaling that she wanted them off which he complied to quickly. Leaving them only in their underwear and making the tent in his boxers more apparent. He grinded against her damp underwear, a wet spot from his precum forming on his boxers at the feeling as they both moaned out. Gasping when she suddenly pulled down his boxers to let his cock spring free, he pulled her panties off her in one swift movement. Pure pleasure surged through them both just by seeing each other’s aroused parts. Mammon used two fingers to spread her in order to see how wet she was for him as he used his other hand to push her legs further apart. “Fuck, you’re so pretty down here too,” he cursed before automatically pumping two fingers into her which she let loose a cry at. He groaned as he felt her sucking in and clamping down on his fingers, relishing in the feeling before letting out a choked moan when she began running her hand up and down his shaft. “Shit, stop. I’m going to cum if you do that,” he threw his head back whenever she squeezed a bit harder on the head of his dick, knowing it was more sensitive there.

“A-Ah, I’m gonna cum too,” She moaned, grinding against his fingers as she rubbed her clit for release. The next thing they knew they were both cumming, her all over his fingers while he released all over her chest and stomach. The sight of her messed up hair, flushed face, and his cum all over her causing him to harden again. He sucked her essence off his two fingers with a pop sound as he moaned at the taste. “P-please, I’m ready for you, Mammon,” she pleaded before he positioned the head of his cock at her entrance before thrusting in with a loud groan. She threw her head back at the feeling of her walls being stretched, his length almost reaching her stomach.

“Fffuck, you’re so tight, baby. It’s like you’re tryna’ milk me dry,” he groaned as he held still on top of her, dipping down to give her a passionate kiss. “Can I move?” He asked softly, peppering her face with sloppy kisses as she nodded. He began to thrust into her, groans and growls leaking out his mouth while high-pitched moans and breaths came out hers.

“You feel so good, Mammon! You’re so big!” She praised which made him pound into her faster, making her lose her mind.

With every deep and passionate thrust, he chanted over and over. “I love you, I love you, I love you, fuuck, I love you, baby,” before kissing her yet again. His words making her tighten around him, causing a string of curses to spill out his mouth as he transformed back into his demon form from how haywire his emotions were. “I’m gonna cum, okay baby? I’m gonna cum in your tight pussy and you’re gonna take it all, okay?” He growled, biting her shoulder as she threw her head back.

“Yes, yes, Mammon! Cum inside of me!” She moaned as she reached her high. Her eyes rolling back as she convulsed from how powerful it was, clamping down hard on his dick resulting in him teetering off the edge. He let loose a long high-pitched and loud moan as he released his seed inside of her, continuing to thrust to let it all out. He filled her up so much that his seed began leaking down her inner thighs mixed with hers.

Eventually coming to a stop, he pulled out and collapsed on top of her and lovingly kissed her, Mammon pulling away to rub his neck against hers nonstop. “I love you too, Mammon,” she sighed out, tired after that excursion. Surrounding them with his wings, he cuddled closer to her, not wanting any part of him not touching her as he reveled in her presence. After fully scenting, it’s as if an unknown barrier is broken down and it leaves the scenter very clingy and attached to the scentee hence why Mammon pulled her into the crook of his neck possessively and growled when he heard multiple knocks on the door.

“Mammon! Open up!” Levi’s voice yelled out followed by more bangs.

“We know you’re in there, you dog! We can smell your scenting from all over the house!” Belphie’s voice followed.

“I can’t believe you got to her first! You scummy demon!” Asmo whined. Their voices drifted away as MC’s eyes fluttered closed and she further snuggled into Mammon’s protective hold.

“Go ahead and sleep, babe, I’ve got ya,” Mammon whispered and that’s what she did, deciding on facing the consequences tomorrow.

Eek, I literally feel bad about writing smut about Mammon I don’t think I can anymore bc hes my baby 🥺 but yeah, this was I guess more passionate than my past smuts I’ve written! Oh and I think I’ve already decided on who’s next ;)

Anyway, my requests are open and dry as a desert so I hope y’all can stop in & request what you guys want! My rules are pinned on my blog & are pretty lenient! 🍓

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aria-chicken-flugget · 4 years

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The Brothers (+Undateables)

React to A CRONCHIE MC

MC who’s joints crack randomly OR has Joint Hypermobility Syndrome

For @offbrandmilk and The Simp Club 😂✌️

The Brothers ~

Lucifer 🔥

Y’all are chillin in his study as he finishes up his work when *CRONCH*

He snaps his gaze up, that disgusted surprise on his face at the noise

“MC... did you- did you just make that noise?”

“Ah yea, sometimes my back cracks randomly when I get up lol.”

*Disgust intensifies*

“Do you... need assistance of some kind, perhaps?”

Would relax and sigh with relief when you say no

“You humans never cease to amaze me.” “Thanks!” “... That wasn’t a compliment.” “:(“

Would Glare TM each time it happens, making you feel increasingly self conscious

Until he’ll inexplicably soften - “MC...” “Yes?” “When -“ he’ll huff, “Doesn’t that hurt you? To do that...?”

His brows downturned, blush upon his cheeks as he attempts to examine the latest CRONCH

If yes, will personally see to it that you are looked after during those times - “it’s not that bad Lucifer! Really!” Does not register lol

If no, will revert back to being vexed or ‘disgusted’ by it, especially in public

Clicks his knuckles, on purpose, with a sickening crack

“You hypocrite!”

Mammon 💵

You’re messing with the Levi, having taken a treasured figurine to ‘sell’ when you drop it

“Hurry up would ya? He’ll catch up!”

You squat to pick it up when *CRONCH*

In the heat of the chase, silence falls dead

A solid minuet of Mammon frowning between you and your knees before anyone speaks

The Most Expressive Derp TM

“Wha- what the heck was that?!”

You rise, brushing it off with an exasperated sigh “It’s nothing, happens a lot.”

“We don’t even make that noise when Lucifer punishes us.”

Would occasionally steal glances thinking he’s being surreptitious about it when you finally ask “What is it?” Would fiercely deny it

“Pfft Me? THE GREAT MAMMON? Starin’? Ha - in your DREAMS Human.” Blush

*Spongebob narrator voice* 5 Seconds Later

“Ok so what if i was starin’, huh? It was weird!”

... “You’re fine though, right? It didn’t hurt ya doin that to get the toy of his, right?”

... “Mammon! Would you stop looking at me like i’m going to snap in half if you breathe?!” Blush

Levi 👾

You’re doing a co-op match of a horror game you’re trying with him - things get jumpy when *CRONCH*

You’d bent your arms ‘inhumanly’ at a jump scare, accompanied by a CRONCH

Levi thought it was the game that made that sickening crack

You wish you could frame the horror stricken expression that turns to face you after a dumb moment

His face unmoving, his eyes flit to your bent back arms and your casual smile

Error 404, Levi does not compute

You break the silence with a laugh, “Oh yea i’ve got hypermobility -“ bends arms further

He snaps out of it with a “Wooooaaaaaaaahhhhh!!” “Eek!” As you tease him a bit further

“The game’s scary enough!” “LOLOLOL”

Actually finds it really cool

Quickly gets you two to cosplay and roleplay usuing your ‘Special Ability’ as he’d call it

Would 100% roleplay kinky and try to do it himself, too

Fails

Satan 📚

He’d be teaching you how to play chess in the library. Silent focus, from jovial to tense... until *CRONCH*

Raised brows as he meets your blushing features. You scratch your head, nervous for disturbing the silence

He frowns, a smirk tugging his lips, “Did you just make that sound?”

“I didn’t do it on purpose to put you off or anything -“ “Good. Or else i’d have to punish you.”

You try not to combust at the unintentional insinuation

Otherwise lets it slide, finding it ‘odd’ or ‘quirky’, even endearing...

Likes that he’s the first and only brother to know about this ‘quirk’ of yours

Barely notices it/doesn’t mind at all

That is until, you CRONCH in the silence he requires in order to read dense text

He eyes you darkly as you CRONCH for the fourth time in a row - you wince

“Sorry!” A harsh whisper before you creep out to CRONCH your back elsewhere

Smirks as you leave, shaking his head before calling you back in - as though it were an ‘inconvenience’ to do so

Asmodeus 💋

He’d drawn you a bath in his own king sized tub, ready to spoil you rotten for your spa day

You’d sunk into the tub with an appreciative hum as he began rubbing massage oil in your wrists

He’d set the mood PERFECTLY as usual

“How am I supposed to control myself when you sing so sweetly?” Wiggly brows

There wasn’t a crick, nor a crack... BUT A *CRONCH*

He freezes, you peel your eyes open with a suppressed smile. He makes a choked noise, the mood having been shot dead

“Honey... what the hell was that noise?”

Knowing full well it was your wrists that made such a deafening crack

You giggle at his tense expression, as he asks “So are you secretly an eighty year old, or?”

You explain you have joint hypermobility syndrome, which is sometimes painful

After getting over his initial freak out, he pampers you EVEN MORE

“You come to me if it hurts honey, ok?”

Your pain is his pain, though he may not show it, he actually gets intensely upset if something truly hurts you

Beelzebub 🍔

You’re chilling in your room together, with take out from a new chain beside Hell’s Kitchen, both making happy yummy noises as you eat

*CRONCH*

Beel pauses mid bite, but shrugs and keeps eating. Maybe there was lettuce in his burger after all?

You remember - sauce! Can’t eat with Beel without the full experience!

“Hey there’s some Hellfire sauce in the kitchen lemme grab it real quick -“ “:)”

You get up to get it when - *CRONCH* there go your ankles again. Welp.

His eyebrows raise a second, “MC... are you ok?”

You smile, laughing off how that happens sometimes

He frowns in thought before shrugging with a laugh alongside you, “Fair enough.” Seems legit lmao

He’s seen weirder shit and is still unfazed by it so he does not give a flying fuck lol

“As long as it doesnt hurt.” “:)”

If your joints/limbs were particularly sore or even dislocated that day, he would gently scoop you up and carry you anywhere <3

Belphegor 😴

Your napping in his arms as the little spoon, just between wake and sleep as he snuggles into you. You shift to get comfy when *CRONCH*

He freezes, you freeze too, trying not to laugh

“MC...” he begins groggily “What the fuck was that noise you just made?”

You explain sometimes you just CRONCH. It be like that sometimes Belphie, it do

He doesnt believe you, especially since you’re laughing as you explain it

“No really! I’m serious!” “Then why are you laughing?” “Because it’s funny! You’re reaction pfft” “>:(“

“If your weird human body wakes me up i’m not gonna nap with you again.”

He doesnt mean it

*Goes to leave because you CRONCHED* “Well, where do you think you’re going?”

*Visible Confusion* He flashes a cocky grin, “You’re not skipping out on being my Pillow.”

Grabs your CRONCHY wrist and tugs you back under the covers for more snuggles

“But you said -“ “Shut up and sleep”

*Kisses your forehead* “:)” <3

The Undateables ~

Luke 👼

He’s baking treats for you, Beel and Simeon when you offer a hand when you see him sturggle with the tray and *CRONCH*

The Most Disgusted Face TM

Almost drops the tray on your feet

“What in this disgraceful Devildom was that noise, MC?!”

“My joints do that sometimes” with a shrug and laugh as you #Take 2 with the baking

Turns his nose up “That was a horrible noise no wonder the demons love you so much.”

Tries and fails to act prim and proper as he carries the tray from your grasp, only for Beel to tackle the tray and eat the first batch

This ’Chihuahua’ is all bark and no bite, doesnt mean a word

After a silence, he’ll ask quietly, “Are you... hurt by it?” Little blushy face

If no, he’ll smile and turn his attention back to the sweet treats. If yes, he’ll be a sad puppy

“I’m alright, Luke! Don’t worry.” “Ok :)”

Will fight any demon anyone who may question or mock you over it, even though it doesnt bother you

“ChOtTo MaTtE! >:(“ #NotSoSilentProtector

Simeon 😇

Your walking to class together at RAD when he drops his books. You insist on plucking them from the ground for him when *CRONCH*

Surprised Pikachu Face TM

Breaks into That Smile TM and laughs with you at your cronchie knees

“That was... certainly an interesting noise.”

You don’t need to explain, but you do for the record so to speak

He gets weirdly curious about it, Is it all humans? Do you enforce cronchie joints upon your young? Mandatory or compulsory to be a human with cronchie joints? “:’)”

Will try to CRONCH too out of curiosity

It doesn’t go badly per se, but it doesn’t go well either

“Simeon, stop before you hurt yourself.”

Similarly to Beel, is hardly fazed by it at all when considering some shit this boi has seen

“Oooh like what?! *~*” He smiles all Innocent TM “You don’t want to know.”

Innocent my ass

“Now I wanna know more!”

Solomon 🧙‍♂️

He’s showing you some magic to prank the brothers in a sneak attack when *CRONCH*

He eyes you with That Smirk TM and bursts out laughing with you

“Hey! Me too!” *CRONCH* his knuckles

You two start CRONCH Wars

You act out lines of Star Wars to each other ever since and CRONCH, terrifying the Demon Brothers and Purgatory Hall

“MC, I AM your father.” *CRONCH*

Somewhere nearby, Lucifer holds the bridge of his nose with a deep *sigh*

You both sneak attack the others with CRONCHES, scaring the shit out of them

apart from Beel or Satan. They don’t notice or see it coming, respectively

You did it once to Lucifer. You did not want to do it again ... *~*

You start to slowly recruit others to the CRONCH wars, starting with Levi and Mammon

“When will this nonsense end?” “THE CRONCH WARS NEVER END, LUCIFER. NEVEEER.”

Would CRONCH next to you when you’re asleep to freak you out

*CRONCH* “Solomon... why are you in my bedroom?”

Barbatos 🕰

He’s showing you how to prepare the Hellfire cigar rolled cookies so that you can teach Lucifer, when *SPLAT*

...

Jk, it’s ofc a *CRONCH* - but i nearly got ya! haha ok sorry i’ll stop

Anyway, *CRONCH* go your shoulders as you bend over a simmering tray to get a whiff

Your eyes pop open as you hear the sickening crack and Barbatos makes a small surprised choking noise

You lift your gaze with a nervous smile only to see him smirk

“That was a... curious noise, MC.” That small chuckle behind his gloved hand, “Is that a regular occurrence?”

Laughs it off, shrugs. Surprised he didn’t see it coming when he quite literally knows all

Ignores it from then on

However will chuckle behind that glove if the timing is particularly humourous

Will seem unfazed if it hurt you, but his actions would speak for him.

Making you tea and checking on you more frequently, even if you’re not at the palace

Would snark anyone who comments on your CRONCHINESS like the diva he secretly is

Diavolo 👑

You’re visiting the palace on your best behaviour, taking a stroll with Diavolo when *CRONCH*

He’s smiling through a frown as he tries to work out where the noise came from

“Was - was that you, MC?” That Laugh TM head tipped back, tears in his eyes laughing

“Hahah such fun!” *CRONCH*

He CRONCHED his arms to CRONCH with you, only he CRONCHED too far

His arms are stuck in their newfound ‘unsightly’ position

Puppy eyes as he can’t seem to UN-CRONCH

Your turn to burst out laughing, he quickly joins you

Lucifer’s hand flies to his chest when he sees you two return - “MC... did you have something to do with this?” Glare

You flush, about to fight your case when Diavolo steps in with That Smile TM

“I wanted to joint in!” “...” “;)” *FacePalm*

“It was fun, you should try it Lucifer!”

Satan snickers at the double meaning - “Fun? Lucifer doesn’t know how to have fun.”

Diavolo pulls those Sad Puppy Eyes TM

By the end of the night Lucifer literally bent over backwards to make Diavolo happy lolololol

Don’t take these too seriously! Mostly a shit post for the simp club lolol - hope they made you smile! ✨

#obey me #obey me headcanons #obey me brothers #obey me undateables #Obey Me Boys React to #om! swd #obey me lucifer #obey me mammon #obey me levi #obey me satan #obey me Asmo #obey me Beel #obey me belphie #shitpost #meme

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ekicanons · 4 years

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Hey there, welcome to the world of fandom blogs! Do you mind if I request some Obey Me! babies with a S/O who has a tendency to bend over and scream whenever they’re frustrated as a way to deal with their stress or annoyance? Don’t feel pressured to do it if you don’t want to though, and have fun with your new blog!

Hi, there! You’re too kind. Thank you so much for the warm welcome! Sure, I’d love to write this one. I also have a friend contributing to this account, so you’ll get it from two different writers. I’m going to put this under a cut because it got pretty long.

Obey Me boys; S/O has a tendency to bend over and scream whenever they’re frustrated as a way to deal with stress and/or annoyance. - Gender Neutral.

Scenario A:

Belphie

The only thing that you wanted to do was cuddle up and take a nap with your boyfriend.

Unfortunately, you were behind on an assignment that was due the next day. Belphie tried to convince you to blow it off, but your conscience wouldn’t let you do that. You were here to go to school after all.

Beel was in the kitchen, so you were working on the desk in the twin’s room while Belphie slept in his bed.

You thought that you were almost done, but you flipped the page and found out there as entire second side of equations to work on. You’ve got to be kidding.

The frustration that had been building up boiled over and without even thinking about it you stood up and bent over, letting out a loud and frustrated scream.

Belphie woke up startled, rubbing his eyes at the confusion.

“Y/N why are you yelling?” he asked, his low sleep-laced voice already soothing you. That was, until the guilt hit you for waking him up.

“I’m sorry! I got so frustrated with this assignment that it just came out. I didn’t mean to wake you.”

Belphie just gave you a sleepy smirk. “Well since it’s your fault that I’m awake, I guess you have to make it up to me. Come lay with me.”

It’s gotten too difficult to resist at this point, so you easily go up and snuggle into his side.

“Okay, but only for a few moments and then I’ll get back to work.”

“Mhmm,” Belphie responded, wrapping his arms around you and kissing the top of your hair before resting his head there.

You both knew you weren’t going to get back to it.

Satan

You were so frustrated. You had been working days to try and get Lucifer and Mammon to make up with each other after getting in a huge fight. Honestly, you should get paid for being this families therapist.

After going in circles with the two of them, you decided you were the one that needed to take a breather and left the room, stomping down the hall in frustration. You couldn’t believe the absolute nerve and stubbornness of those two.

Stopping in the middle of the hall, you bent over and let out a loud scream with your face in your hands.

“And here I thought that I was the Avatar of Wrath”

You heard an amused voice coming up behind you with a small chuckle to follow.

Turning around, you saw Satan coming your way.

You cover your face with your hand, trying to hide your shame and embarrassment from your outburst.

“Don’t be embarrassed, y/n,” Satan removed your hands from your face, holding them in his own.

Leaning forward, he whispered seductively in your ear. “I actually find it kind of sexy when you get angry.”

“Y-You can’t just whisper seductive things in my ears and think you can get away with it! Even if you are the demon here!”

You wrap your arms around his shoulders and surprise him with an intimate kiss.

This time, he was the one blushing.

Asmo

Asmo’s birthday was coming up and as your significant other, it was your job to get him the absolute best gift he had even seen.

The Avatar of Lust had tons of admirers who were sure to shower him in gifts, so yours had to be the BEST.

Hence the built up stress you were now dealing with.

You were currently standing in a store full of trinkets, looking for the perfect item. Picking up different pieces, nothing really seemed to stand out as good enough. Maybe the next shop would have something.

When you walked outside, you let out a heavy sigh and bend over, suddenly letting out a stressed scream.

“Y/N!” you hear the endearing whine of your boyfriend appear from behind you.

Asmo pressed his hips against your bent over form, leaning over you and nuzzling into your back.

“If you bend over like that, you’re just going to get me excited.”

Turning around, you jump into Asmo’s arms, burying your face in his chest.

“What’s wrong, my cupcake?” Asmo giggles, happily wrapping his arms around you.

“I can’t find the perfect birthday present for you. I’ve looked everywhere and nothing is good enough,” you mumble into his chest.

“It is hard to find the perfect item for someone as perfect as me, but you are the perfect present for me. Especially if you’re naked and wrapped in a bow!”

Why didn’t you think of that? Of course that was the perfect gift!

“Let’s go back home. I know the perfect way to de-stress,” Asmo purrs.

“Are you being naughty again?”

“I meant painting our nails! Such a dirty mind, y/n! However, if you insist, hmm, hmm!”

Levi

“This is maddening!” Levi threw his handheld game console onto the floor in front of him.

You were currently hanging out in your boyfriend’s room, your head on his lap as the two of you played a newly released game that Levi had gotten a preorder of for the both of you.

“I must have tried 100 times to beat this boss and I can’t. I don’t deserve my title as gamer. I’m not ready to become a normie.”

You look up and give him a soft chuckle. “I think you’re being a little dramatic.

“I’m so frustrated I think I’m going to... explode!”

“Come on, I’ll show you what I do when I’m frustrated in order to get it all out!”

You stand up and pull Levi up with you.

“Okay, you just bend over and-,” you let out a scream that makes Levi jump in surprise.

“Are you trying to pull a prank on me to make me look dumb?”

“Of course not! It really does help!” you insist. “Come on, I’ll do it with you.”

You bend over and scream again, but Levi still seems hesitant.

“I’m going to keep doing it until you join me.”

“Okay, okay, fine! Someone is going to think I’m murdering you in here if you keep going!”

You and Levi both bend over and let out the loudest and longest yell you possibly can until you’re both out of breath and in a fit of laughter, the frustration that Levi had felt melted away.

Levi wraps his arms around you and pulls you into a hug. “You make me so happy, y/n.”

Solomon

“Solomon, you may want to go help y/n. It seems like they’re having some kind of meltdown in the hallway,” Simeon told your boyfriend who was still in the classroom.

Solomon walks into the hallway with curiosity, seeing you bent over with your hands on your knees and letting out a loud yell.

He was quite surprised. After all, Solomon was someone who usually kept what he was feeling buried inside and a calm composure on the outside. Seeing you so outwardly express your frustration both intrigued him and made him a bit envious.

“Y/N? Is everything alright?”

You explained to him that you’re feeling stressed and the frustration was building up. You just needed to get it out before it made you explode.

Solomon proceeded to pull you into a nearby empty classroom.

“I like your technique, but do you want to see how I ease my stress?”

You feel the warm welcome of his lips on yours and allow yourself to melt into his kiss, his arms pulling you into a close embrace.

Maybe this was a good way to get out stress as well.

Mammon

When you suddenly let out a loud yell, Mammon jumped back and jerked his head up to look at you.

“Oi, y/n, what’s the big idea yelling like that? You almost made me drop goldie!”

Mammon then proceeds to rub the credit card to his face, assuring it that he would never let it fall onto the dirty floor.

After you tell him why you were screaming, he apologized to Goldie that he would have to put her away for now because you were more important.

“I know what would make you feel better...,” Mammon tells you before laying down on the couch you were sitting on in his room and resting his head on your lap.

“Petting my hair is great stress relief. It’s sound proof.”

You grumble, but find yourself running your fingers through his soft hair, enjoying the look of pleasure on his face.

It actually was sort of calming you down, like petting a cat.

“See? Fool proof. I’ll always be here for you, y/n. So count on me.”

Simeon

You were dating an angel, literally.

Contrary to the other angel, Luke, Simeon always seemed to be an aura of calmness so you especially liked to be around when you were stressed.

However, you weren’t around Simeon right now and the frustration and stress of of this class was starting to get to you.

As you walk outside to get some fresh air, you go back to your old ways of coping and lean over and let out a loud scream.

Almost like he could sense that he felt you needed him, Simeon appeared beside you, a playful chuckle on his lips.

“Are you okay, y/n? Have you been hanging out with Luke too much?” he would joke about the way you screamed when stressed.

You would admit to him that you were stressed and frustrated. Simeon would insist on taking you back to his room.

When you got there, he would make you some tea and “borrow” some of the cookies that Luke had just baked for you guys to share.

Simeon would hold you in his arms and pet your hair until you felt more relaxed, no matter how long it would take.

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Scenario B:

Lucifer

Being the eldest, this demon is DOMINANT. He likes to always feel in control and one step ahead of everyone else. That being said, nothing could have prepared him for the way you dealt with your stress.

One night after dinner, he was going over the class schedule for finals at RAD. It was overwhelming information and you were so nervous – wanting to do your best and make a good name for humans. As Lucifer was talking, you just had to release some of that pent up stress. The two of you were on the stairs, walking to the bedrooms. You grabbed the railing, leaned your torso back, and let out a scream from the depths of your soul.

Lucifer was momentarily shocked. Nothing seemed to jar him, but he was surprised to see this behavior from you. He was ahead of you on the stairs and stopped to turn around and look at you.

When you finish screaming, breathing slightly heavier and tears forming in your eyes from Emoting™, Lucifer would look at you, a smug smile pulling at his lips.

“Are you done now, y/n?” he’d ask with amusement in his voice, only making you feel more frustrated.

“Come with me.” He’d say, taking you to his room. Once in there he’d place his hands on your shoulders, gently guiding you and pushing down til you were sitting on the edge of his bed.

Lucifer would get on his knees in front of you, thumbs caressing the corner of your eyes, and wiping away any signs of tears. He’d run his hands down your arms. Once he reaches your hand, he’ll bring it to his mouth, kissing the back of it.

He wasn’t prepared for the emotions coursing through him. He did not like to see you upset. After kissing your hand, he’d turn it over, and with his other hand he’d trace the lines on your palms. With his eyes locked on yours, he’d then bring your fingers to his mouth. Gently sucking on them one at a time.

Lucifer’s goal is to erase the stress and fill it with pleasure. He’d then spend the rest of the night learning your body, worshiping it, making you quiver and need him.

Till the stress has completely left your mind and all that’s there is the way your body yearns for his.

Mammon

“OH –oh nO. I – I BROKE THEM !!!”

Mammon would completely freak out that he did something to break you (you are a fragile human anyway) He’d probably be like a Sim when there was a fire in the game and just kind of jump around, hands on his head and then hands out stretched towards you, wondering what to do and how to fix you, but not really doing anything except freak out.

After you finally finish your scream, he would let out a sigh of relief.

Looking into your eyes after you had let out your emotions, Mammon would be able to tell that something was off. The stress had turned your normally bright eyes lifeless. And where there was normally a beautiful smile was replaced by a pout. This made Mammon’s own lips turn down in a frown.

It was out of character for you and he wanted to make the sadness go away. The greedy demon uncharacteristically put you before him. I mean, he is the FIRST demon you made a pact with. He’d justify his behavior by telling his brothers he can’t have you being stressed or sad because it would reflect badly on him since he’s pacted with you (but everyone knows that he truly cares for you)

Mammon would run up to his room and go into his secret stash of money that he was saving for a new jacket that was going to be released soon at Majolish. He’d grab you and take you out of the House of Lamentation.

Mammon would spend the rest of the day trying to distract you so you wouldn’t focus on the negative feelings you were having before the scream.

He’d take you to the movies; a romantic comedy would do the trick. He’d have you smuggle in candy from the grocery store (the Avatar of Greed does not pay for over priced movie theater candy) and he made a mental note of which candies were your favorite as you had shopped.

The whole time during the movie, he’d be holding your hand or resting his hand on your thigh, rubbing it to give you comfort.

After the movie to make sure that all of the earlier negativity was gone, you two would go on a walk through the flower garden at RAD before going back home and snuggling up.

Levi

As soon as you lean back and start screaming Levi would look at at you in utter confusion. He’s not really sure how non-virtual humans act so he thinks this might be some kind of weird human mannerism.

Levi also leans back and let’s out a scream as well, but there is a hint of questioning in his tone as he hopes he’s doing it right. After you finish he abruptly stops too.

“So, what did we do that for?” he’d ask you seriously. Then you’d explain to him how when you feel overly frustrated, annoyed, or stressed it helps you relieve some of the emotions. Which causes him to panic, thinking he may have annoyed you in some way.

He’d ask you to come with him to his room, where he’d frantically tell you that you could borrow ANY manga from his collection, play any of his games, even the newest one that just came in from Akuzon.

His worried frenzy of offering you some of his favorite stuff makes you let out a chuckle. Which is a HUGE relief to him to see you smile. You let him know that his stress isn’t caused by him, but if he wants to help you know something that would work.

So you both end up lying cuddled together in his bathtub while you watch season one of TSL. It’s his absolute favorite but he can’t even focus on watching it (though he has the whole thing memorized anyway). His cheeks burn red and his heart pounds loudly as he holds you in his tub, SO nervous but wanting to do anything to make you feel better.

Satan

He would immediately know something’s wrong once he gets over the initial shock of seeing you lean back and scream. Before you can even finish your scream, he grabs you by the wrist and drags you out the door.

You’re so shocked and still frustrated from all that’s on your mind to even stop him or ask him what he was doing. But he pulls you through the streets until you reach the local pet store.

He let’s go of your wrist once you’re in the store and you watch the kittens playing in the window as he walks up to the store owner. He’d then convince (threaten) the owner to let you into the display where all of the kittens are.

At first, he would lean back against the wall and watch how happy you look as you hold up a toy for a kitten while others crawl on your lap trying to get you attention.

Eventually you look up and meet his soft gaze and beckon him to come join you, and the demon cannot resist. The two of you laugh and enjoy your time playing with the kittens together. Finally when the owner makes you both leave, you let out a sigh, sad that your time with Satan is going to be over soon and scared you’ll fall back into your negative thoughts.

But he won’t let that happen. When you get back to the House of Lamentation he grabs your wrist again and pulls you into his room.

Satan sits down on his bed and pulls you into his lap. He grabs a book from his night table, opening it to a random page.

You don’t object and lean your back into him as he rests his head on your shoulder and soothingly reads to you.

Asmo

Asmo would bring his hand to his mouth, shocked that someone as beautiful as you could lean back and let out such an unbecoming sound. Though he is shocked, he still loves you nonetheless and knows that something must be bothering you.

So he grabs your hand and takes you into his room.

He throws you one of his softest robes and urges you to change into it. While you’re changing behind his folding screen, he lights incense with an aroma that’s suppose to be stress relieving.

After you’re done changing, he dons a robe as well and starts mixing together the best facemasks he has.

The whole time, he’s talking to you non-stop about anything and everything. About what he did today, new products soon to be released and how soft and they were going to make his skin.

He’s hoping it distracts you from whatever had gotten into your head to cause you to scream like that. He covers your face in the concoction he made before spreading it onto his face as well.

He decides to pull out the foot spa he has and gives you a pedicure, a leg massage, and all out pamper you to help relieve your stress.

Though, his condition is that since he’s pampering you, you have to pamper him as well (though he didn’t tell you about this condition til he was done) but it was just his way of keeping you with him and so he could enjoy the feel of your hands on him.

Beel

As soon as you lean back and scream, Beel would be very worried (and a little frightened) and run away from you.

Though he would quickly come back a minute later with a plate full of chocolates, cake, and cookies (each with a bite taken out of it) and a glass of milk.

He’d find a place to sit down with you and hold your hand, leaning towards you as he would rub circles in the back of your hand and ask if you were okay or wanted to talk about it.

Beel is such a good listener.

He stays with you as you vent all of your stress to him, talking in between bites of the sweets he got for you.

He’d try so hard not to look at the plate of sweets.

He wants to be completely focused on you, and he does.

He takes in every single word you say, though he cannot stop his stomach from growling loudly when food was close.

You’d ask him to lean forward, feeding him a piece of cookie which he graciously takes, but you give him a quick peck on the lips before he’s able to pull away and thank him for the treats and for listening.

Belphie

As soon as you let out your scream, Belphie would just blink and stare at you. Not really sure what it means or why you were doing it.

He would be able to pick up on your energy and could tell you were feeling agitated and stressed.

He’s so used to picking up Beel’s emotions and now that he’s become close to you, it’s easier to read and feel you out.

Once he’s able to determine that you’re stressed, it doesn’t matter where you are, that boy will throw his spotted pillow down on the floor and lay on it.

“Y/n, come here. Right now.” His demanding tone pulls you out of your scream.

Whenever Belphie got bossy, it usually did you best to listen. Still a little shaky from emotions, you would tentatively join him, lying down.

He’d turn you so your back was facing him. Pulling you close, he would throw his leg over you and hold you tight as his face nuzzled into your neck.

You’d try to ask him what he was doing, but he’d just stop you from talking. It was not the time for questions, only cuddles. And you needed it. You needed the break – to calm down and relax even if it was in the middle of the floor.

The weight of his body on you, the smell of him, and the sound of his breathing would lull you into a much-needed nap.

#obey me x reader #Mammon x reader #Lucifer x reader #Belphie x reader #satan x reader #Beel x reader #Asmo x reader #Levi x Reader #Solomon x Reader #Simeon x Reader

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vampcubus · 3 years

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Hi!! I saw you maybe wanted to hear about OC’s?? I have one (I don’t make OC’s all that often).

He’s from BNHA and his name is Seiko Zouta. I think his age is pretty ambiguous (as I haven’t actually written him in anything yet, but I was thinking Class-1A/B). He’s 171cm and identifies as pansexual. I have a picture (I made it with Artbreeder, so it isn’t the best...)

(He doesn’t look like a teenager ahhhhh)

But he’s like 3/4 Japanese and 1/4 Irish, and he has one of those white streak birthmarks in his hair on the right side. You can’t really tell in the picture, but he has hazel eyes too!

Now, onto his quirk...

His quirk is called Gremlin ((Combination of his mother’s “Feral” (Her adrenaline pumps quickly and her senses/physical abilities are heightened while her quirk is activated) and his father’s “Minion” (He could summon small beings that would do his bidding. He trained hard for many years to eventually become the Pro-Hero “Commander”)) and when he activates it, it’s called going “Feral”. Basically, he can create small humanoid beast things that are under his control. Their strength depends on quite a few factors, but generally they’re about as strong as he is. They’re also fast, and if there’s enough of them, they can swarm an enemy and take them down in a matter of seconds. Seiko’s still training his quirk, though, so they’re not crazy durable and when they “die” he can feel some of their pain. That makes for some fun time for him when anyone with a very destructive quirk decides to annihilate his Gremlins (ahem Bakugou ahem)... it’s also possible for him to throw part of his senses (one eye, one ear) to a Gremlin in order spy on someone or collect information. This saps his energy very quickly, so he doesn’t do it if he’s also been producing a lot of Gremlins that day.

Physically, he has a tell that lets people know he’s using his quirk. His mouth splits into a manic grin that’s much too wide for a human mouth, so he wears a black hood and a black mask to cover it up. He also becomes more focused on his objective while in this state, but also less responsible (think Inosuke Hashibara, if you know who that is). He’s still working on improving and controlling his quirk, but he’ll get there eventually!

Seiko’s personality is kind of confusing. Naturally, he’s a very brash, blunt person who, while he does care about his friends, is just kind of rude and snarky all the time. But he’s a leader who people will follow. He realized people didn’t like that attitude pretty young, so he changed it. Now, he puts on a show. He’s kind, warm, friendly, and kind of a push over. He hates acting this way. It makes him feel so fake. He wants to be friends with everyone, but he’s been putting up the act for so long that he was scared for anyone to find out. Lots of times (assuming he’s in Class 1a) he’ll lock himself in his dorm to rage, only to break down in tears (is it okay to love your own OC so much??). The idea is that no one knows who he really is except his mom. Who ever his love interest (yes, I’m going there) is will likely be the second to know.

Seiko’s favorite food is Nikuman (steamed pork buns), and he likes American music (his friends make fun of him for it). He’s a disaster and I love him, so I hope I can write something for him one day~

(Thank you for doing this, by the way! It’s so fun to read the asks you’ve already answered, and you’re so nice! I just had to participate too 🥺)

OKAY FIRST OFF I ADORE SEIKO NOW I’M STARTING A FANCLUB!! 📣

He’s adorable from the image and description you provided, and his quirk??? is??? so cool??? Like how’d you think of something so rad????? And I can tell you’ve really thought all of this out, I got so invested reading about it. He reminds me of a warlock of sorts that can summon lil gremlins to do his bidding~ (me with a bonk stick because he can feel pain through his minions)

I really love how complex his personality is, it really makes you feel for the character. On one hand, I want him to be shamelessly himself, but on the other, I don’t want him to be isolated 🥺🥺 It’s such a shame he has to up ton all these theatrics just to breakdown the moment he’s alone with himself and his feelings, I must p r o t e c c

Now for how my OC (I wasn’t sure if you just meant Azu, but I only did her to be safe) feels about Seiko!

Azu will be drawn to his warm facade, mostly in the way of wanting to protect his “innocence,” commonly keeping an eye out for him and intervening if any bigger fish try to use him as a doormat. However, I don’t think she’d be fooled for long, her quirk gives her wicked sharp hearing, and she’s bound to hear one of his rampages through the ceiling at least once or twice. Sometimes she just sits on the floor and listens (gonna go on a limb and say her dorm is right above his for story purposes), waiting for him to calm down, wanting to help, but her reserved nature prevents her from taking direct action. Azu’s not good with words, even less with words of comfort, but she’ll start asking him how he’s doing more. She’ll never pry but will always make it abundantly clear that she’s there to listen. She doesn’t want him to feel like he has to pretend around her. If she feels he needs a hug, a hug is what he’ll get.

I can see Azu being quite protective of him, not because he isn’t strong, just because she worries.

(hufuhabfihfa you’re welcome, hun! really I love doing this, talking about OCs makes me immensely happy <3 )

#ashi rambles #oc talk #seiko zouta #SEIKO FANCLUB #azu konuma #bnha oc #mha oc

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obeyme-muses · 4 years

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Could you please do 55. with Satan x MC! Reader? As soon as I read your story with Lucifer and MC! Reader, I fell in love with your stories!

Sorry for the wait! My RL can be controlling 😵 Thank you so much for requesting, and I'm so happy you enjoy my writing! I hope I can live up to the expectations. This time, I went with an angsty route :3

-- Admin Hell Sauce Noodles

55. “Just smile. I really need you to smile right now.”

Satan x MC!Reader

Timeline Placement: After Wrath Pact

You had made a mistake.

Yes, at the time taking Simeon up on his offer to study after classes seemed like the perfect idea. RAD was nothing like your high school had been, and quite frankly you were overburdened with work. Satan was usually the one to tutor you, something you greatly appreciated, but you were starting to feel embarassed for some reason that you seemed so ignorant in front of him so many times. So when Simeon offered his help, that seemed like a good way to stop looking dumb in front of Satan and also understand your work material better.

You were only human, after all and time management seemed to go out the window today. Now you stood in the entrance to the House of Lamentation, eyes pinned to the ground.

"I see you've already made yourself comfortable for the night." Satan said, removing his lopsided jacket and raking a hand through his hair. You had already changed into your pajamas when you remembered...

Your heart squeezed in your chest. How could you forget?! What kind of friend did that make you? Too ashamed, you kept your mouth shut and eyes down.

Satan didn't say anything either, just throwing his jacket over his shoulder with an unbelievably blank expression. His shoulder brushed yours lightly as he passed, coming to an abrupt stop.

His voice was taunt, as though he hadn't planned on saying anything. "I was there for hours, you know."

Silence.

"Next time, a text would be nice. If I deem it appropriate to give you a second time, of course."

"I'm sorry." You said quickly, the words slipping out faster than you thought them.

He chuckled bitterly. "That doesn't mean anything to me. Did you expect it to?"

More silence.

Satan turned around fully, coming back around you to and attempted to look into your eyes that remained stuck on the tip of your shoe. "Look at me."

You hesitated, before raising your gaze to meet his sharp blue-green eyes.

"I didn't mean to forget, I just stayed back to study...--" You started to explain, but your words felt even worse than the situation. You really had no excuse for missing your date with Satan but you really hadn't meant to! You stayed back to study for his sake...

His eyebrow raised, his gaze like steel. "'You didn't mean to forget...? ' ...At least you're honest." He mused this in a quieter voice, than raised it again. "Simeon said your study date went rather well. I suppose coming to tell me yourself was too much work?"

"Simeon told you--"

"He texted me to ask if you got home safely. How was he supposed to know I was sitting in a bookshop alone? Tch..."

Satan's head lowered, looking to the ground and hiding his expression from your view. You just stood there, unable to come up with anything to say. You could explain that you only stayed back at school to become less of a burden to him, but that would feel like an excuse when really, you felt terrible about standing him up like that. Your stomach was churning with shame with no way to end it.

Looking back down, you noticed his slender fingers reach out for your wrists and wrap around them loosely. You paused at this action, confused as to why he would show you any sort of affection so soon after what you did. Apparently it really had hurt his feelings even worse than you thought.

"Satan...?" You asked, looking up again to see his face still covered.

That was when his once soft grip tightened drastically, squeezing your wrists into his palms. "Is it because he's an angel that you prefer his company over mine?"

The question was so sudden you hesitated in confusion.

"Well?" His voice was sharp, contrasting his usually nicely coated words. "Was studying more interesting? Was my request that boring?"

'....A child.' You thought. 'He's acting like a child.'

Attempting to sternly pull your wrists away, you said, "I was looking forward to hanging out with you, I just mixed up the date. Don't be so harsh with me."

His fingernails, which had been becoming hurtful to your skin, released their tight hold in exchange for a looser one as before after a moment of thought. "... fault... ...ou haven't smiled at...all..." He muttered. It was under his breath, so it was next to impossible to understand.

"What?"

“Just smile. I really need you to smile right now.”

What kind of random request was that, especially after that grip he had on you? You tried to duck and look into his eyes for an answer, but he kept his head hung as though in shame. His right hand trailed up your arm lightly, making it's way to your rest upon your neck. Your pulse quickened under his touch, heat rising to your face.

"The reason I asked you to join me today... I..."

Satan's voice had lowered considerably. It was almost a faint whisper, as though he was having trouble getting his words out.

He took a deep breath, before looking up with an defiant expression. "I asked you to join me today to see you smile... b-because of me! Because I was with you. I thought it would be something you could enjoy as well and yet all I've done is get upset with you..."

A pause. "I apologize for my actions, they were... unwarranted."

The tone of his voice was commanding and indignant, but his face was a burning shade of red. You could only stare in response, in wide eyed confusion and surprise as his face had drawn closer to yours.

"Satan... that's..."

"Forget it." He interrupted, the resolve having been lost from his voice. He pulled his hands away from you and turned away as quickly as possible. Your heart dropped once more, a feeling of adrenaline rushed through you!

"Wait!" You shouted, grasping the end of his shirt by the hem and he stopped immediately. "I was going to say that was rather cute!"

A silence swept the room for the last time.

Satan turned his head slightly, looking to you with a surprisingly naive glint in his eyes that matched his reddened cheeks. "Y-you think... I'm cute, then? Even after a childish outburst like that?"

"Yes, though you're cutest when you smile because of me." You said with a teasing giggle. "Why don't we go cool down together?"

#wrath man.... man me a wrath #noodles & apple claim #admin hell sauce noodles #shall we date? obey me!#obey me!#writing #swd satan #satan x reader #satan x mc #swd

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myncisworld-2point0 · 4 years

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[NOTE: This article is from 2014.]

According to some people, Mark Harmon is best known to his fans as Special Agent Leroy Jethro Gibbs on CBS’s hit drama series NCIS. Those people are wrong, of course, because he’s always going to be Freddy Shoop, a summer school teacher in over his head in 1987’s appropriately-titled Summer School. Harmon turns the ripe, young age of 63 today, and it’s clearer than ever that this man is in possession of a map that leads to the Fountain of Youth, because Harmon ages with grace, am I right, ladies? In fact, while it’s no wonder why this actor was named People’s Sexiest Man Alive in 1986, it is rather shocking that he never received that accolade again, specifically in 1987, when the most important work of his career was released.

The coke-fueled era of the 1980s in Hollywood was filled with more high school movies about slackers and smartasses than anyone actually needed, especially when it came to featuring students who looked like they were older than the teachers. Summer School was always perhaps the most underrated of the decade’s tributes to slackademics (trademark pending) because what it lacked in the typical star power of, say, a John Hughes film, it more than made up for in creating arguably the most creative collection of “teenage” dipshits than any film of the genre. At the same time, it showed that Harmon, who was probably best known at the time for his role as the HIV-positive Dr. Robert Caldwell on St. Elsewhere, had a strong sense of comedy, while also confirming (along with her debut on Cheers that same year) that Kirstie Alley was much, much more than just a really attractive Vulcan.

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Summer School isn’t just some cult classic that people love to mention whenever someone randomly asks, “Hey, whatever happened to Dean Cameron?” It was actually well-received at the box office, earning $36 million in theaters on what I assume was a budget of a few rolls of nickels and someone’s baseball card collection. Critics, however, were a little more mixed on this mindless comedy, as Roger Ebert gave it one-half star out of four, which sounds a lot better than one star out of eight, so you know what? I’ll take it.

Maybe in the movie business we could coin the term vaporfilm, for movies that zip right through our brains without hitting any memory molecules.

“Summer School” is a movie like that, a comedy so listless, leisurely and unspirited that it was an act of the will for me to care about it, even while I was watching it. This movie has no particular reason for being, other than to supply employment for people whose job possibilities will not be enhanced by it. (Via RogerEbert.com)

Here’s a tip for all of you aspiring film critics out there, courtesy of King Ebert – if you’re watching a movie with a title as lazy as Summer School, and the opening of the film features a school’s teachers trying to haul ass after the bell on the last day of the semester so they don’t get suckered into teaching the titular course, get up and walk out. Leave the movie for those of us who love to watch stupid movies and go to the next theater to watch and analyze La Bamba. Perhaps that’s why the fan reviews of Summer School on Netflix seem to be so glowing, as I only found three that were two stars or less. In fact, here’s the worst of them all:

Nothing but trash. Nothing worth seeing. Degenerate teens in bad need of harsh discipline. It’s depressing to think that so many young people actually enjoy this trash. This movie is immediately available from NF while so many more interesting ones languish in the ‘saved’ section, or in ‘short wait’, ‘long wait’, or ‘very long wait’ status. Just one more nail in the coffin of American culture, or lack thereof.

Thank God Armond White weighed in. The majority of people, myself included, fondly remember Summer School for what it is – a fun, stupid movie that was meant to make us laugh, while perhaps also rubbing our noses in the awesomeness of 80s California if we didn’t live there. But I’ll take this analysis one step further by laying out these 10 very important lessons that I took away from Summer School after watching it this morning, in paying tribute to Harmon, a man who was Kevin Costner before Kevin Costner was Kevin Costner.

Always put sunglasses on your dog.

Fact: 100% of movie posters that have dogs wearing sunglasses on them are movies that I’m willing to at least watch. The movie could be called This Dog Dies from Space AIDS, and I’d still be curious to see why that dog is wearing sunglasses.

Always have an escape plan.

When everybody else is hauling ass from the faculty parking lot at the last second, there’s no reason that you shouldn’t already be packed for your trip to Hawaii. I don’t like to point fingers, but Mr. Shoop’s girlfriend is clearly at fault here. All she had to do was pack the car for him, and he could have jumped in and taken off for the airport. Instead, Kim kicked her man while he was down and not only snatched her ticket to Hawaii from the pocket of his rad flowered shirt, but she also told him to drive her to the airport. I don’t mean to offend anyone who is overprotective of fictional characters, but I hope that Kim was eventually fed to the volcano gods.

Also, let’s consider this a lesson within a lesson – would you walk away from your teaching job right now if someone handed you a winning lottery ticket for $50,000? I say no. Just pass all of the morons while you spend the class time reading up on investment opportunities.

Never be afraid to encourage the creativity of your students.

https://youtu.be/-5Pku48YPFo

The true sign of a teacher’s efforts in a classroom is how far the students are willing to go to show others their appreciation of his work. In Shoop’s case, once he resigned because his students were greedy little pricks, those same students objected to a new teacher taking over the class by staging a gruesome and horrifying murder scene, complete with two of the students wielding chainsaws, declaring themselves psychopaths and thus taking credit for the violence. Of course, I can’t stress this enough, no high school students should ever think about trying to recreate this scene today.

On a side note, and I hate to nitpick true artistic masterpieces, if you’re going to have a severed hand pull a dude’s tongue out of his mouth and slap him with it, it’s really important that he not blink. Damn it, people, we need accuracy.

Being a male teacher in California in 1987 was probably terrifying.

https://youtu.be/farC0cWkpvc

Between Summer School and Revenge of the Nerds II: Nerds in Paradise, 1987 was a huge year for Courtney Thorne-Smith. Hell, both movies came out in the same week in July, when she was just 19 years old and poised to become the next big things in terms of girls that all teen boys wanted to marry. Unfortunately, her movie career never really panned out, as the last live action role she had on the big screen was as Natalie in the Carrot Top hot fart Chairman of the Board. Her TV career was obviously a lot better, but that’s neither here nor there. Having her play a lovelorn surf goddess crushing on Shoop probably lured a lot of guys to the teaching profession, only to have them learn the hard way that prison sucks.

Additionally, there was the foreign exchange student Anna-Maria Mazarelli, who would grow up to win our hearts as Alotta Fagina. Was it standard procedure for foreign exchange students to be shoved into remedial English classes upon arrival? Sure.

It’s important to support fine arts programs.

https://youtu.be/u0kF24ceZMI

When I write about how hilarious it was how Hollywood tried to make us buy that some actors were teenagers when they were clearly at least a decade older, Ken Olandt is really Exhibit A. The guy who played Larry, the sleeping student by day and male stripper by night, was actually 29 when he was portraying a 17-year old, which is pretty hard to pass when very few teenage boys A) look like that and B) are hired to shake their dongs in strip clubs. Still, glaring age gaps and statutory and employment laws aside, it was nice to see that Shoop was so cool about Larry’s awesome after-school job. That is until he was busted by his mom and presumably spent the next decade in therapy.

It’s not lying if the company ripped you off in the first place.

The first time that I ever saw Summer School, I was convinced that the part about writing letters to companies to get free stuff would work every time. I spent a lot of time trying to write letters to the companies that made my favorite toys, so I could convince them that the action figures and especially the vehicles that I couldn’t afford had been broken. But then I realized that I might be called on my BS, and guys in suits might show up to my home demanding to see the broken toys, and then I’d be screwed and sent off to prison for lying. Ultimately, owning Krang’s fortress wasn’t worth a life spent in prison making license plates, which is how TV and movies taught me that license plates were made.

Jail in California looks very scary.

I still don’t know what the guy with the mustache is doing with his hand, but it’s really scary and I don’t want to ever have someone do that to me, so I’ve chosen to lead a life on the straight and narrow. Thank you, Summer School, for teaching us that jail is filled with scary perverts who want to do bad things to shirtless men on roller skates.

No matter the risk, steal your boss’s girlfriend.

https://youtu.be/B7ZTNm5o780

Vice Principal Gills was a pretty big bite in the ass, so we had to cheer for Shoop in pursuit of Robin Bishop, because Shoop was the coolest and his girlfriend had only recently taken off for Hawaii without him. Sure, Robin was kind of stuck up because she questioned the legitimacy of taking students to something as awesome as a petting zoo, which produced adorable moments like this:

And she also wore a denim shirt tucked into a different shade of denim skirt, because it was the 80s, but she had a good heart and she just wanted what was best for all students, even if it meant agreeing to a date with Shoop to get there. Also, Gills looked like a total goober-douche, and there’s no reason he should have been with Robin.

Education can be a compromise.

https://youtu.be/LzdoMQL_jR8

Is Alan Eakien one of the most underrated teen nerds of cinema? I say yes. That kid may have been dumber than rocks compared to his genius brothers, but he negotiated circles around Shoop. In exchange for a slightly-above-half-assed effort from less than half of the original class roster*, Shoop’s couch was set on fire, his goldfish murdered and car wrecked, bookending that whole going to jail for the two D-bags thing. Things could have been considerably worse, too, because Robin could have tried to get him banned from teaching for the rest of his life for allowing a female student to live with him.

But ultimately Shoop sacrificed so much for the sake of helping a few of his students learn some lessons about life, since they didn’t all pass their exams. Is he a good teacher for that or was he just an idiot being taken advantage of by other idiots? Especially idiots who looked like this:

Being an idiot isn’t all that bad, so long as you’re not a total idiot.

https://youtu.be/8fvhchY0UmY

Hey, in the end, some of those kids passed their exams, and the most important of them all was Pam, because that meant she could move on and not try to make it so Shoop returned to jail. This guy went from being just a run-of-the-mill bro’s bro gym teacher to making an impact in the lives of some kids who looked like they were grown adults. Sure, he couldn’t even talk a 17-year old out of stripping, and he allowed some of his students to treat the foreign exchange student like a sex model, but Freddy Shoop probably learned more than anyone.

Also, he totally stole the douchebag Vice Principal’s girlfriend, and Wonder Mutt found Bobby again in the end, so this really was a movie with a beautiful and happy ending.

#Summer School (1987)#Freddy Shoop #Robin Bishop #Mark Harmon #Kirstie Alley

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crwndsprkzy · 4 years

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Damon Hugh’s Diary

30/1/2021 9:30 pm

I’m Damon Hugh. I’m 16 and am in year 10 in high school. I am a boy who likes to draw, paint and listen to MCR and P!ATD. My favourite colour is dark purple. I’m an absolute loner: no friends, no life, ignored by everyone unless they’re bullying me.

At least this diary I got (stole) from my (someone else’s) school supplies will listen to me.

15/2/2021 10:30 am

I’ve been at school for less than two hours now (I arrived late). It’s a normal school day so far, regular boring classes, all that jazz. But I can’t help but feel like someone is watching me, like intensely. Meh, not likely though, I’m really uninteresting. I mean, yeah sure, I “befriended” that popular Mia Talune, but I’m not liked by anyone. Oh well, at least science is finishing soon.

15/2/2021 11:03 am

Not a normal day any more. That Heath Forest guy who bullies me? I found him dead outside the main building. Stabbed in the chest and abdomen. Yeah no, first on the scene on accident equals not fun! So I called the police then rushed to find a teacher. It wasn’t that hard (the main building, duh). But now people think that I killed him! Which I definitely did not! As if the bullying about the heterochromia, me being ace, my height, the fact that I’m a guy who’s artsy and having anxiety wasn’t enough.

Whatever. But still, now I’m wondering who killed Heath? I’m not torn up about it since I don’t like anyone here, I just want to know why someone actually had something against him. He was only mean to me after all...

15/2/2021 2:30 pm

Yeah no, I’m getting weird vibes from this girl in my class. She keeps staring at me with this glazed look. Her name is Bianca Cornwel (only found that out through the roll) and to be honest, that last name is atrocious.

There’s been questioning taking place all day because of the cops, and my class has been talking non-stop about it. I have noticed whenever anyone brings up that it was me, the class prez, Rory Dee, gets very defensive and brings up that it couldn’t be me (a few points he made were hurtful: “He’s too weak to do something like this”). He also seems to turn his head from his front seat and glare at Bianca.

15/2/2021 10:37 pm

A quick sum-up of today:

-woke up

-went to school late

-had to sit through science

-found the dead body of a regular bully

-got accused all day (for the murder)

-was stared at by a girl (every lesson)

-was defended by the class president (why?)

-was questioned twice by the police

-went home

-wrote this instead of sleeping

16/2/2021 2:48 am

I was woken up by my phone. It’s a news story. I only really get notifications from the news (I’m a loner) so this is regular.

So I had a look at it and the headline reads: “16-year old’s body found dumped in a sewer”. Ew.

Oh. The murdered teen was Tanisha Andre, a girl in my class.

Something’s up.

16/2/2021 8:55 am

I got to school on time. My problem now is that I don’t have an alibi as I did for Heath. Hopefully Class Presi-Dump has something to defend me with. Clearly he will. I mean, he’s perfect in every way! He’s good at everything, popular, a high achiever, kind blue eyes, lightly tanned skin, fluffy looking golden blonde hair, cute little freckles around his nose and cheeks, his pearly white smile, his smooth voice that’s perfect for singing, the fact that he smiles softly at the people who he passes, his laugh; he’s just perfect. I mean, prince charming 2.0 much.

But still, why is he defending me of all people? We’re polar opposites! He’s tall, I’m short. He's popular, I'm a loner. He's class president, I'm assumed to be a murderer. He's brave and strong, I'm shy and weak. He listens to pop music, I listen to emo music.

It is a bit refreshing now that Bianca isn’t staring at me, but now Palace Tucker (one of the chicks that hang around The Mythic B***h Mia) has been glaring at me ever since I arrived today.

I wonder if there’ll be questioning today following Tanisha’s death?

16/2/2021 12:30 pm

President Perfect did defend me, as I expected.

I have noticed that after Palace left Maths class, Bianca followed after her. So far Bianca has come back, but Palace has not.

Yeah, I don’t trust Bianca. I mean, that’s a given considering she’s always watching me. I’m in the middle of the class and she’s at the back, so she can stare at me without suspicion. Which is REALLY uncomfortable! But I’m not going to tell the teacher, duh, debilitating social anxiety.

16/2/2021 1:35 pm

I found a hall-pass on the ground. It's one for Bianca and Palace. It says “mental health break”. I did see them both wandering the edge of the oval when I was in class. It’s a regular route for me at break time, so I’ll see if Palace is out there.

16/2/2021 1:38 pm

I definitely found Palace. Just drenched in… blood. And stab wounds through her head and her eyes gouged out. That too.

The song I’m listening to (Teenagers-MCR) ABSOLUTELY describes my realisation. My realisation being: Bianca is the killer and because I’m weak, I’m probably next.

And because of Tanisha's death being out of school, I can't hide at home. Hell, since I walk home, practically everyone knows where I live. I would know, a ton of them egg and t-p the house.

What if I encourage dad to get us moved to a city further away? What if we got out of the country? What if I learn how to fly planes and land on a deserted island? What if I went back in time and posed as an artist who sculpted attractive men for the church? What if I got astronaut training early and flew to Pluto?

I don’t know, but my anxiety is worsening just thinking about it. I'm just going to run and scream.

Hopefully they don’t think it was me.

16/2/2021 2:45 pm

The cops are back and that’s not helping my anxiety. If anyone talks about it again or to me, I'm gonna break down.

16/2/2021 2:57 pm

The police questioned me alright. But I couldn’t answer any of their questions; non-verbal panic attack. It wasn’t helped by intrusive thoughts about me getting framed, getting killed and being called a liar.

Bianca watched me on the way out and on the way back into the classroom. But so did Rory. He also looked at Bianca.

Has he realised? He's smart, he probably has.

Guess I’ll have fun for the last bit of class by listening to bands.

16/2/2021 3:51 pm

So Class King didn’t know anything about it. Then what does he have against Bianca? He can’t be glaring for no reason.

I did overhear Callum Jones talking to Bianca about how he's “going to a totally rad party with lots of babes tonight”. Bianca just told him to “stop lying” and that “everyone knows you're going to go home and DM Mia with your 5 different insta accounts”. Oof. There was nothing saying he was lying though. How did she know?

Oh yeah, Callum was definitely offended by that and took a swing at Bianca, but she was already gone.

17/2/2021 12:30 pm

I'm not dead yet, but I am going to be soon. I decided to, for whatever reason, talk to Rory about the murders. I could not stop stammering or going quiet for extended periods of time, but when I was talking I asked royal Rory what he thinks of Bianca. I haven’t got a response but I'm slowly dying…

Nobody has died yet today, but I'm absolutely paranoid. I just keep thinking I'm next or that I'm going to be confronted by the football team and they’ll punch me to death. Whenever I think these things, I can practically SMELL the blood. Even when I'm not imagining them I can smell blood.

Wait, what are those red stains on Jules Elvis’ yellow cardigan?

That’s what I've been smelling! Wait, was I wrong about Bianca then? Was it really this eager to please girl who did this?

No, if she was a murderer, she would know how to dissolve blood, or at least know not to wear the clothing worn while committing the crime.

But nobody is noticing Bianca.

17/2/2021 2:30 pm

The teacher has announced that there has been another body found- Felicity Forest, Heath’s younger sister. They showed a fairly censored version of the security tape to us. It showed a tall girl with brown hair, pale skin and a yellow cardigan on.

Guess who fits that description perfectly? Jules. The blood-stain on the yellow cardigan was pretty telling. Felicity was also Jules’ best friend, so the connection was there.

But Bianca has the exact same cardigan, I've seen her wear it. The tape was early, so she could have easily framed Jules. She was also asking our health teacher how healthy it is to be awake all night.

When the police came in for Jules, she was violently sobbing. She was saying stuff like “I would never!” “I didn’t do it!” “But… I was going to ask her today to be my girlfriend” “I LOVED HER!” “Our friendship bracelets said ‘together forever’!” and more.

I don’t think it was Jules at all. I know it wasn't Jules.

But I couldn’t speak up, the words got caught in my throat as if a dagger had cut them off.

Sorry Jules…

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Follower Celebration

Oh hi, everybody!

So, a little while ago I hit 300 followers and I wanted to thank you all for reading my fics and interacting with me in general! I’m so happy you’re all here and wanted to celebrate in some way.

A ton of people are doing those writing challenges and having started my blog mostly to participate in those, I decided it would be pretty rad to kind of do the same thing.

The ever beautiful soul that is @anxiouslymalicious helped me with compiling this prompt list because life has been insane for me the last few weeks.

So, basically, if you want to participate you can pick a dialogue prompt and send me an ask so I can cross it off the list. Depending on how big of a response this gets, I may be limiting this to one person per prompt. However, starting off, I will say that if you see two prompts you think go together really well, you are more than welcome to ask for both of them. You can write for whomever you’d like from Queen, the Borhap cast, or Stranger Things (nothing inappropriate with the younger characters/cast) as that is my primary fandom/what my followers are most likely here for. Please, please tag me so I can read it and reblog it. I’ll also be making a separate Masterlist specifically for the pieces written for this challenge.

Now, I’ll have this open until September 14th. After that date (hopefully I’m caught up on requests by then), any of the prompts that are still open, you can send me a request to write that prompt with whomever you’d prefer.

Thank you all so much for following me, and in advance for participating. I love you guys and can’t say how much I appreciate all the kind words I’ve received on my work.

Prompts:

“Are those… are those my heels?”

“You’re my dumbass now.”

“How many socks do you have?” “Not enough. Definitely not enough.”

“Are you… are you crying? Over a fruit?”

“So, we’re really doing this?” “Stop looking at me like that. We’ve done worse.”

“What are you doing with my hair?” “Shh, you’ll love it.”

“Oh god, we’re dead.” “No, we’re not. Now shut up.” “Yes we are- what was that?”

“Don’t worry, I know what I’m doing.” “Oh good, we’re fucked.”

“You really don’t know what you’re talking about, do you?” “No.”

“What are you doing?” “Reading.” “Are you mad at me?” “Nope.” “Give me a kiss then?” “Oh, fuck off.”

“You’re the Captain now! I blame you for everything that goes wrong.”

Person A: “Shut up, let me die.” Person B lays down next to them. A: “What are you doing?” B: “I’m dying with you.”

“What are you laughing about?” “Your mum dropped these off.” “Oh god! You were never supposed to see this!”

“Did you just quote yourself?” “…yes, I did.”

“This is the face of true evil!” “Babe, that’s a cat.”

“Babe! Babe! Babe!” “Yes?” “Guess what!” “What?” “I love you!”

“What happened here?” “I may or may not have left the pizza in the oven for a few… hours.”

“Can I say fuck? I have to say fuck.”

“Some days you'd just rather stay in bed.”

“Technology will let you down.”

“I can’t even get a drink at this time of the day, can I?”

“You’re trying to get better and better and work hard to reach to reach that one goal, but you will never reach it.” “Okay, who hurt you?!”

“Please tell me you have more cake.”

“Are you going to cook dinner now?” “It’s 10am! …yes, yeah, I’m cooking dinner now.”

“You’ve got issues.” “But that’s why you love me.”

“What would I do without you?” “Cry because you’re so bored.”

“It’s 3am, why are you still up?” “I’ve got to find out what animal I am! It’s for class!”

“You’re, like, the Master of face masks!”

“I don’t know if I’m intimidated or in love…”

“Where were you?” “Out.” “How was it?” “We tried to order pizza in a sushi restaurant.”

“Sorry, I can’t come tonight. The bachelorette is on and we have ice cream.”

"Maybe this wasn't a good idea."

"Who did this to you?"

"Did you think I was going to leave you like this?"

"Why are you so calm about this?!"

"Is this your dog?"

"Um, sorry. That's not for sale."

"Sorry.... I, um, thought you were someone else."

"You know most people bring back seashells from the beach...?"

#follower celebration #300 follower challenge #bananas follower celebration #mamaskillerqueen follower celebration #dialogue prompts #i don't know what to tag this

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