Mr. Furball

❝I burry my shit for a living❞ ❥・He/They ❥・Bisexual ❥・Non-binary ❥・10.29.98 ⋇⊰Request Rules⊱⋇ ❥・Multi-fandom ❥・NSFW / SFW Writer [MDNI]

[mrmeawmeaw]

˙⋆★𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭★⋆˙

❥・Author's Status: Still alive suprisingly, I'm just more focused on other accounts that's mainly about storied💖 [10.24.25]

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⋇⊰Fandoms⊱⋇

Demon Slayer

Genshin Impact

Hazbin Hotel

Helluva Boss

Homicipher

Honkai: Star Rail

Jujutsu Kaisen

Love and Deepspace

Lovebrush Chronicles

My Hero Academia

Obey Me!

Punishing: Gray Raven

Tears of Themis

The Arcana

Twisted-Wonderland

⋇⊰Other⊱⋇

Yandere

[mrmeawmeaw]

˚✧𝐖𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐂𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝'𝐯𝐞 𝐁𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐏𝐭. 𝟏/𝟐✧˚

Synopsis: An alternate time where they lived as not tales to tell in the dark but actual, living people. Although, they're not much different from the tales... as they still are monsters that aren't afraid to kill to get or protect their beloved.

CW: Yandere tendancies, blood, stalking, slight body horror

A/N: I caved in after a long break. I mean, I couldn't not write a fic about Homicipher! I fell hard for these monster men🥰

Word Count: 5.4k

Characters: 🧡༻✧ Mr. Chopped [1.4k] 💜༻✧ Mr. Crawling [2.2k] 🧡༻✧ Mr. Gap [1.8k]

⋇⊰MR. CHOPPED⊱⋇

Haruto is hard to miss on campus. With his fiery ginger hair and boundless energy, he stood out in every crowd. At just eighteen, he acted more like a child than a college student, bounding around like a ball of energy.

He’d sprint up to classmates, pleading with them to join him in a game. The responses were always the same: excuses, polite rejections, or outright dismissals.

“Maybe later, Haruto.”

“I’m busy right now.”

“No thanks.”

Each rejection chipped away at his smile, but only for a moment. He’d bounce back, laughing off the rejection, and run off to find someone else. You admired his resilience even if you could see through the cracks in his ever-present grin.

There is only one person who occasionally humored his games: a tall, stoic student with silver hair. While Haruto seemed happy to have someone around, it's clear the other student barely tolerated his antics.

You’d watch from the sidelines as he desperately tried to engage the unwilling participant in an overly complicated game of tag or hide-and-seek around campus. Despite his efforts, it's obvious the games weren’t as fun when the enthusiasm isn’t mutual. Still, he carried on, his laughter ringing out like a challenge to the dull, routine college life.

Until now.

It' during your lunch break when you heard it: soft, muffled crying from one of the quieter corners of the library. The sound tugged at your chest, urging you to investigate. Rounding a shelf of dusty textbooks, you saw him.

Haruto, the campus’s eternal ball of sunshine, is crumpled on the floor, his knees pulled to his chest and his face buried in his arms. His usual vibrant energy is replaced with trembling shoulders and quiet sobs.

“Haruto…?” You called out gently.

His head snapped up, wide amber eyes locking onto yours. He hastily scrubbed at his face with his sleeve, forcing a shaky grin to replace the vulnerability you’d just witnessed.

“Oh, hey! W-What are you doing here?” He said, his voice betraying the attempt at cheer. “Looking f-for a book or something? I.. I-I could help!”

Concern swimming in your voice as you spoke, “I should be asking you that... Are you okay?”

“I’m fine! Totally fine!” He waved you off with a laugh that sounded more hollow than his usual bright tone. “Just… resting my eyes. You know how boring studying is!~” You tilted your head, unconvinced.

“...Hey, it’s okay to be upset. You don’t.. have to hide it from me.” Something in your voice seemed to anchor him, grounding him in a way he hadn’t allowed himself to feel in a long time.

Looking away, unable to meet your gaze, he managed to push out some words.

“I-It’s just…” he started, his voice breaking into a trembling whisper, “Nobody wants to play with me.” His fingers fidgeted in his lap, clutching at the hem of his uniform as if searching for some comfort.

“I get it… I really do. Everyone’s busy with their work, with exams, with their big, important futures... But—” His voice cracked, and he quickly swiped at the tears pooling in his amber eyes with his sleeve. “That doesn’t give them a reason to be so mean!” His words came out in a rush, raw and vulnerable. His gaze finally met yours, and your heart shattered.

He looked like a child left out in the rain—eyes wide, brimming with unshed tears, and filled with an innocence that felt too pure for this world.

You didn’t think it's possible for a person to express so much emotion, but he defied all expectations.

“I’m… sorry,” you murmured softly, unsure what else to say but desperate to soothe the ache in his voice.

“It’s not your fault,” he muttered, lowering his head again. “I just thought… maybe if I kept smiling, kept trying, someone would eventually want to have fun too. But…” His voice broke again as a single tear slid down his cheek.

Kneeling down beside him, your hand instinctively reaching out to brush away the tear tracing down his cheek.

“Why don’t we play?” You offered softly.

For a moment, he simply stared at you, searching your face as though trying to confirm that your words were real.

“You… you mean it?” He asked, his voice barely above a whisper, as if he were scared you might change your mind.

“Of course,” you grinned. “What do you want to play?” The light in his eyes returned, brighter and brighter, until he's practically glowing.

He sat up straighter, his usual energy bubbling back to the surface, though tinged with disbelief.

“I—I don’t know! I wasn’t expecting anyone to actually say yes!” He laughed, and it is the first real laugh you’d heard from him all day. “We could—oh! Hide-and-seek? Or tag? Or maybe we could build a card tower! No, wait—do you know how to fold paper cranes?”

You couldn’t help but laugh along with him at his excitement infectious.

“Slow down, Haruto! We’ve got time, we can do whatever you want.”

His cheeks flushed a bright red, the warmth of his shy grin making your chest ache in the best way. He scratched the back of his neck, his fingers tangling in the messy strands of his orange hair.

“Hehe… sorry." Voice soft with an almost childlike sheepishness. “I’m just not used to being asked to play… or, well, being asked for anything at all, so I guess I got a little too excited.” He shrugged, glancing at the floor before his gaze flickered toward the clock hanging on the wall then back at you.

“How long’s your break?”

It had been a few weeks since that first encounter in the serenity of the library, where Haruto’s energy had melted, and you’d seen the hidden cracks in his endless joy.

Since then, your days had been peppered with moments spent together, from silly games in the courtyard to quiet talks on the campus benches.

You even met his peculiar silver-haired acquaintance, a stoic figure who always had this... smile in his pale features. The man struck you as strange yet you just dimissed it.

But of course, like him, you had your own life—friends, classes, and responsibilities that didn’t always align with his. Though you cherished the time you spent together, it isn’t always possible to hang out with him all the time.

Unbeknownst to you, he didn’t see it that way.

He didn’t care much for classes. If anything, they were an obstacle, stealing precious moments he could have spent with you. Whenever you weren’t around, his energy waned. It's as though your presence is the only thing keeping his world vibrant.

And when he did catch glimpses of you laughing with your friends during lunch or chatting in the halls.

His blood boiled.

Jealousy is an ugly, consuming thing. It twisted inside him, wrapping around his heart like sharp vines. His cheerful mask stayed firmly in place—he’d perfected it long ago—but beneath it, cracks were forming.

He couldn’t stand it.

That monster inside of him, the one he always kept at bay, clawed its way to the surface. He knew it's wrong, but the thought of you laughing with someone else, sharing the pieces of yourself that he craved, s unbearable.

So, when he saw your closest friend walking alone, his mind snapped. That friend had been stealing your attention, distracting you from him. They were the reason you weren’t his completely. And now... they were going to pay.

He followed silently, amber eyes locked onto their every movement. Like a predator stalking its prey, he kept his distance until the street grew quiet and deserted.

A rock lay nearby, jagged and heavy. He picked it up, gripping it tightly as his knuckles turned white. His breathing quickened and smile widened, stretching unnaturally across his face until it seemed like it might split his cheeks.

When your friend turned curious, he's already rushing forward, his figure a blur of orange and malice. They barely had time to register what's happening before the rock collided with a sickening crunch.

He didn’t stop.

Over and over, the rock came down, staining his hands and clothes as he laughed—a manic, broken sound that echoed in the empty street. Even when your friend’s features became unrecognizable, he didn’t pause. His smile never wavered.

This is for you.

When it's over, he let the rock drop from his bloodied hand, his chest heaving with exhilaration. He wiped his hands on his pants, smearing crimson streaks across the fabric, and looked up at the sky with a soft, almost serene expression.

“You’ll only have me in the end,” he whispered to himself, his voice dripping with quiet satisfaction. “I’ll be the only one you can turn to, the only one you can trust. My arms are the only place you belong… just like it should always be.”

⋇⊰MR. CRAWLING⊱⋇

Kaito—that is his name. One you’d only heard whispered during roll calls or by professors when pressed for an answer. Despite being in the same class for nearly half the semester, you’d barely noticed him—well, not entirely.

Tall and lanky, he looked like a shadow lingering at the edges of your vision. His pale complexion only added to the air of frailty around him, and the dark circles beneath his eyes gave him a perpetually exhausted. He's quiet, too quiet, always sitting alone with a notebook in hand, scribbling away.

Yet, you couldn’t ignore the way his soft, almost wistful smile lingered as he watched the groups of friends laughing together. You’d caught him sneaking glances at you once or twice as well, but each time you tried to meet his gaze, he quickly turned away, his face tinged with pink.

You felt bad for him. Maybe it's the loneliness in his eyes that mirrored your own.

Still, when it came time to pair up for a group assignment, Partners were chosen quickly, laughter and chatter filling the room as people paired up until only two remained.

It's to no surprise that he's left without a partner. Your own friends weren’t in this class, leaving you with little choice but to approach him.

He looked up then, his dark eyes meeting yours as you spoke, "Kaito... do you want to partner up?”

His eyes merely widened a bit and you had to stand in front of him for quite an awkwardly long time before he finally responding, "S-Sure.. it's just the two of us left, right?" True, whether either of you liked it or not, you have no choice.

Still, you wanted to ask him.

You sat on the chair beside him. Up close, you noticed the details you’d missed before—the small scars scattered near his eyes, the way his fingers kept fidgeting with his pen as though trying to mask his nervousness.

Opening your textbook, you placed it on the desk, while he quietly flipped to a fresh page in his notebook. The two of you started working in silence, diving into the labyrinth of symbols and translations required for the project.

It didn’t take long for you to realize that he is doing most of the heavy lifting. You tried to follow along, but the jumble of ancient symbols began to blur together, leaving you feeling overwhelmed.

“You’re really good at this,” you murmured, breaking the silence.

Your eyes stayed glued to the book, but you didn’t miss the way his hand froze mid-note. Slowly, he turned to look at you, his expression one of quiet disbelief, like he hadn’t expected to hear those words directed at him. A shaky smile crept across his lips.

“Th-Thank you,” he stammered, his voice barely above a whisper. “You’re… doing well too.” You couldn’t help but laugh softly, shaking your head.

“Don’t lie. I’m just flipping pages while you’re the one doing all the real work.”

He chuckled nervously, scratching the back of his neck, “It’s not—”

“I mean, look at this!” You interrupted, gesturing to the maze of symbols on the page in front of you. “It all looks the same! How are you even making sense of it?” You pinched the bridge of your nose in frustration, leaning back in your chair, distancing yourself from the headache-inducing text.

A faint, amused sound escaping his lips.

“I… I guess I’ve just always been good at patterns,” he said quietly.

His gaze lingered on you as you sighed in frustration, lips pursed and brows furrowed in concentration. There's something endearing about you and a hint of admiration flickered in his tired, dark eyes. Though he quickly looked away, pretending to refocus on the notebook in front of him.

His pen hovered over the page, his progress slowing. Deep down, he didn’t want to finish it. Each moment spent working with you felt precious, and the thought of the task ending meant the excuse to spend time together would be gone. But time had a cruel way of moving faster especially with someone you like.

The sharp ring of the bell shattered the quiet bubble the two of you had been working in. He blinked, the sound jarring him back to reality. He hadn’t realized how much he’d been smiling until it faded, replaced by a dull ache in his chest.

The teacher’s voice became a distant murmur, instructions about wrapping up barely registering. He didn’t move, still staring at the open notebook, feeling strangely hollow. That , until your voice cut through the fog.

“Hey, you good?” You asked, wrapping an arm around your book.

Kaito startled slightly, looking up at you.

“Oh, uh, yeah,” he stammered, quickly gathering his notebook and pen. “I just… spaced out, I guess. I-I do that uh.. quite a lot ahaha...”

“You sure?” Raising an eyebrow. “You’ve been staring at that page for, like, a solid minute. You were so super focused and all.” Your teasing smile made his cheeks flush a faint pink, and he ducked his head, trying to hide it.

"S-Sorry,” he mumbled.

You laughed, “Well, don’t let it get to you. But seriously, I don’t know how I would’ve survived this without you.”

His lips parting as though he wanted to say something, but the words caught in his throat. Instead, he nodded, clutching his notebook a little tighter.

“See you tomorrow?” You asked, pausing at the door.

“Y-Yeah,” he replied quickly, a little too eagerly.

You gave him one last smile before disappearing into the hallway, leaving him alone in the classroom. He stayed there for a moment, staring at the spot where you’d sat, his heart thudding in his chest.

Tomorrow. It isn’t much, but it' enough at least.

That conversation between you and Kaito replayed in his mind endlessly. For weeks, those stolen glances you two had shared across the room had been the highlight of his days, but now? Now he had something more—actual words, a connection, no matter how small.

But those interactions came at a cost. His nights grew restless, filled with vivid dreams and fantasies that left him feeling dazed when he woke up. He found himself longing for more moments with you.

Since the assignment brought you closer, he began to use your newfound acquaintance as a reason to linger near you. He’d sit beside you during breaks, his quiet presence soothing. He always seemed to know where you are, finding ways to cross paths with you after class.

You quickly realized that he is incredibly sweet. There is a warmth to his awkwardness that made it hard not to smile. He had this endearing habit of sticking close, always trailing behind you like a shadow, his tall frame somehow making his devotion seem both protective and.. puppy-like.

He also had a knack for being helpful. Whether it's explaining complex history topics, organizing your notes, or even packing your bag when you were running late, he always seemed eager to lighten your load. At lunch, he’d quietly take your empty tray without a word.

“You don’t have to do all this, you know,” you said one day, watching as he rearranged your books neatly into your bag.

“I know,” he replied softly, avoiding your gaze. “But I want to.” His sincerity always catch you off guard.

His eyes, dark and tired as they often seemed, held a vulnerability that made your heart ache. He isn’t just being kind—he's trying, in his own quiet way, to make himself indispensable to you.

And, little by little, it worked. You found yourself looking forward to his presence. But there is something about the way he always seemed to be there, watching, waiting, that would sent a chill up your spine.

You brushed it off, convincing yourself it was nothing. After all, he's just harmless, isn't he? Just a sweet, shy guy who wanted to help... right?

Well... the day came when your doubts turned into something far more tangible, far more terrifying.

It was a cold night, and the streets were empty as you made your way home. The air carried a biting chill that seeped into your bones and the dim streetlights cast long, eerie shadows across the pavement. Ever since you’d left your friend’s house, you’d felt it—a presence just out of sight.

You kept glancing over your shoulder but each time, the street behind you was empty. It’s just paranoia, you told yourself, shaking your head and quickening your pace. Yet, as you crossed an alleyway, the feeling became undeniable.

Before you could react, an arm wrapped tightly around your waist, pulling you back into the shadows. Another hand clamped over your mouth, muffling the scream that tore from your throat. The furry fabric of their jacket brushed against your skin as you thrashed, but your attacker’s grip was unyielding.

You kicked and struggled, panic flooding your veins like ice, but it was no use. They were too strong. Then, amidst the sound of your muffled cries and your heart pounding in your ears, you heard a voice calling your name.

“[Name]!!” His voice was desperate, the footsteps quick and unsteady.

Your eyes widened as you spotted him at the mouth of the alleyway—Kaito. He was dressed entirely in black, a hood obscuring most of his features save for a glimpse of raven-black hair; the slightest bit of his eyes showing through the strands; and his slightly parted lips as he caught sight of you.

You tried to cry out, but your voice was trapped beneath the stranger’s hand.

The desperation in his expression hardened into something colder, something sharp and dangerous. His usual timid demeanor seemed to melt away as he stepped closer, his eyes locked onto the man holding you.

“Let them go,” he hissed.

The stranger only tightened their grip on you, a mocking laugh escaping their throat, “And what are you gonna do about it, kid?”

He didn’t respond. His dark eyes flicked to the trash can nearby, and before you could even register what he was planning, he grabbed the metal lid. With startling precision, he hurled it at the attacker.

A sickening crunch followed as the metal lid struck the stranger’s face. They yelped in pain, their grip on you loosening as they stumbled backward and crumpled to the ground. You staggered forward, gasping for air as you clutched your chest, your legs trembling beneath you.

But he wasn’t done.

He strode past you without a word, his shoulders tense, his movements deliberate.

“Kaito?” You called weakly, your voice shaking.

He didn’t acknowledge you. Instead, he knelt down, retrieving the trash can lid. His grip was firm, his knuckles white as he raised it high above his head.

You watched in horror as the first strike came down with a nauseating thud, the sound of metal meeting flesh reverberating in the narrow alleyway.

You flinched. Then another blow came, and another, each one more forceful, more brutal. The crunch of bone and the wet, sickening sound that followed made your stomach churn.

Your body refused to move. You stood there, shaking, your breath coming in shallow gasps as tears welled up in your eyes. The sounds—the violence—it was too much.

“Kaito!” You finally screamed, your voice breaking. “Please... stop!”

Finally, the onslaught ceased. The silence that followed was deafening, save for your ragged breathing and the faint clang as he let the blood-soaked lid slip from his hands.

His pale skin were stained with blood, his dark hair matted to his forehead. His wide eyes, bloodshot and wild, locked onto yours.

But what sent a cold shiver down your spine was the smile that crept across his face—a smile too wide, too unnatural.

He giggled, a soft, unsettling sound, and began walking toward you. Instinctively, you took a step back, but your foot caught on a loose rock. You stumbled, falling onto the cold pavement.

He stopped in front of you and knelt, bloodstained fingers brushing against his knees as he tilted his head to observe your frightened features.

“There’s no reason to be scared anymore,” he murmured, his voice soft and almost comforting if it were not with the situation. “I already dealt with it.”

His giggle returned, light and playful, like he hadn’t just done something horrifying.

“W-Why?” You choked out, your voice barely audible. “Why would you do that?!” Your mind raced with questions, a realization dawning on you. “Kaito… were you… w-were you follo—” Before you could finish, his blood-soaked finger trailed gently across your cheek, silencing you.

The sensation made your breath hitch, and he chuckled at your reaction.

“I was expecting a thank you, you know? Not questions...” He teased, his tone light and cheerful. Then, he placed his hand on top of your head, his fingers tangling in your hair as he gently ruffled it. “Hehe! But you’re adorable! I think that’s enough…~”

You could only stare at him, your body trembling with fear and confusion. His grin never faltered, his eyes gleaming with twisted affection

As he stood, towering over you, he extended a hand. You didn't take it. You couldn't.

“Hey, it’s okay,” he pouted. "I'm not the bad guy here! You know that I’ll always be here for you, no matter what.” Perhaps those words were too literal.

It just seemed that no matter where you were, he’d always be crawling back to your side whether you like it or not.

⋇⊰MR. GAP⊱⋇

What an absolute jerk.

You couldn’t help but glare at the man standing in front of you, his pale skin making the dark circles under his eyes even more prominent. His wavy, medium-length raven hair framed his smug face, and that ever-present, arrogant grin made your blood boil.

“What’s the matter? Just going to stare at me? You want this book, right?” He teased, holding the textbook just out of reach.

His laughter was sharp, echoing in the quiet of the library. This guy, Sukima, was the worst. He was always around, always popping up when you least wanted him.

It was as if he lived to make your life just a little more inconvenient. Like right now—when the book you needed was on a high shelf, and just as you were about to grab the ladder, he appeared out of nowhere, snatching it before you could.

He did this constantly, not just to you, but to everyone. Most people had learned to avoid him, except for the new students who hadn’t yet seen through his charm. But for you and the others, his antics were old news. They had grown sick of him, and you were no different.

"Heeeey, my arm’s getting tired," he taunted, swinging the book playfully. "I might just put it back, unless you—"

Before he could finish that infuriating sentence, you swiftly kicked him in the groin, your foot connecting squarely with his vulnerable spot.

He let out a yelp of pain, doubling over and dropping the book. You caught it with ease, your eyes narrowing as you turned on your heel.

"Go mess with someone else," you spat, walking away without sparing him another glance.

You missed the way his grin faltered, replaced with a deep frown as he clutched his groin.

“That’s not very kind of you!” He called after you, his voice strained but still carrying that mocking tone as he tried to catch up. “I was doing you a favor, and this is the thanks I get?”

You rolled your eyes so hard it almost hurt.

“I’m not some new student you can mess with,” you retorted, marching toward the librarian’s desk to check out the book.

"Why do you always assume the worst of me?" He's tone shifted slightly, but you weren’t having any of it.

He always played these games, always tried to twist things in his favor but you weren’t falling for it.

"You act like an ass, Sukima," you said bluntly, handing the book to the librarian. "What else am I supposed to assume?"

He chuckled behind you, his voice taking on that playful lilt again, "Well, maybe I'm just misunderstood. Ever think of that?"

You didn’t even bother responding as you took the book back and started heading for the exit. Yet, of course, he wasn’t done.

"I’ll see you around, you know," he called after you, his grin returning as he leaned against a nearby bookshelf. "I’ll pop back again~"

You sighed, not sparing a glance back at him, "I’m sure you will..."

Thank the heavens he wasn’t in your classes. If he were, you’d surely lose your sanity. Still, that didn’t mean you could avoid him entirely. Somehow, he always found a way to cross your path. Whether it was coincidence or intentional, you couldn’t tell.

If he was teasing someone else and spotted you, he'd drop them like a bad habit and rush over. The pattern had become so obvious that other students started using you as a shield, calling your name whenever he begans bothering them.

“Hey, it’s [Name]!” Someone shouted from the other side of the courtyard, and dread sank in your stomach like a stone.

Against your better judgment, you turned around. Sure enough, there he was—his lanky frame looming over the wide-eyed freshman.

The moment he heard your name, though, his entire demeanor shifted. He straightened, a mischievous grin spreading across his face, and started toward you with open arms.

“[Naaaame]!~” He called out in an exaggerated tone, giggling as he approached. “It’s been forever, hasn’t it?”

You shot him a glare. “It’s been a day, Sukima. Piss off.” You sidestepped him just as he was about to pull you into one of his infamous, unwanted hugs.

His pout was almost comical.

“Aw, come ooon,” he whined, flipping a strand of hair out of his face with dramatic flair. “Such a sunny day, and you’re so grumpy. Honestly, I’m doing you a favor by gracing you with my presence. And for free, no less!”

You raised an eyebrow, unimpressed. “You look like you crawled out of a sewer. I’m doing you a favor by tolerating you.”

His gasp was theatrical, as if you’d mortally wounded him, “How cruel!” He cried, clutching his chest.

You ignored him and brushed past, determined to get to class on time. But just as you moved forward, you collided with someone else, nearly losing your balance as books tumbled to the ground.

“Ah, shit, I’m so sorry!” You blurted, crouching to help gather the fallen books.

“N-No, it’s my fault,” the other student mumbled, kneeling to join you.

His bangs obscured most of his face, but you recognized him immediately—a quiet guy from one of your lectures.

“Hey, I know you,” you said, handing him a book. “And seriously, don’t apologize. I’m the one who wasn’t paying attention.”

He blinked at you, his cheeks turning faintly pink as he accepted the books.

“Th-Thank you,” he murmured, bowing slightly before hurrying off.

You smiled softly, watching him leave, only to feel Sukima’s presence looming behind you like a storm cloud.

“See?” You said, turning to face him. “That’s how it should be—an apology and a thank-you. Not ‘you owe me one.’” You rolled your eyes, brushing past him again.

He scoffed, his grin faltering as soon as you turned your back. His gaze flicked to the other student, now disappearing into the crowd, and his jaw tightened.

He’d caught the way that guy looked at you—the faint blush, the soft gratitude—and it made something ugly stir in his chest.

Sukima never cared much for classes. They were a tedious obligation, forced upon him by parents who still clung to the belief that he could make something of himself.

His grades were just enough to keep him afloat, a fact he took little pride in. So, skipping wasn’t a big deal—it just gave him more time to focus on things that truly piqued his interest. Like that student.

He leaned casually against the wall in the shadowy corner of the hallway, his dark eyes scanning the crowd as students began trickling out of their classrooms. He spotted him easily, the boy with the long bangs and timid demeanor, standing out in his gaze like a sore thumb.

The student moved with quiet purpose, pulling a striking red umbrella from his bag as he prepared to step into the rain.

He smirked. That color is disgusting, he thought, the brightness almost mocking his preference for muted tones. Still, he didn’t follow. Not yet. He had learned patience in these situations.

If you followed too closely, people noticed. And he hated being noticed when he didn’t want to be. The way students veered away from him in the hallways, their whispers trailing after him, only made it harder to move unnoticed.

The rain picked up, pattering against the windows as the student stepped outside, the crimson umbrella unfurling like a blooming flower. Sukima lingered just a moment longer, his smirk softening into something unreadable.

He wasn’t worried about losing sight of his target. He knew this town better than anyone—its alleyways, its shortcuts, its cracks.

This was his playground.

Pulling his hood up to shield himself from the rain, he slipped out a glass doors, taking a roundabout route to intersect with the student’s path.

The streets were quiet, save for the soft drumming of rain and the occasional splash of tires through puddles. His footsteps were nearly silent as he moved, weaving through narrow alleyways with practiced ease.

He didn’t need to see the red umbrella to know exactly where the student was.

His sharp gaze locked onto the crimson umbrella as he reached the end of the alley. The brightness of it against the dim, rainy backdrop only served to irritate him further.

Hidden in the shadows, he toyed with the flick knife in his hand, the blade glinting faintly in the dull light. Without hesitation, he surged forward, closing the gap between himself and the student.

The boy barely had time to react. Their eyes met—wide, terrified against Sukima’s predatory calm. The umbrella slipped from his grasp, forgotten as his hand shot out, gripping him by the throat and slamming him against the wet brick wall.

"W-Wait—" The student gasped, his voice strangled as Sukima’s grip tightened. "If it’s money you need! I-I have some! Please—just let me go!"

His dark chuckle echoed in the narrow alley.

"Money? Do I look like I give a damn about that?" He leaned closer, his breath cold against the student’s clammy skin. "No, no. I want you to leave [Name] alone. Permanently. Understand?" His words were laced with venom, his smile unnervingly wide.

The student’s face paled further.

Panic flickered in his eyes as he stammered, "O-Okay! I get it! I swear I’ll leave them alone!" He writhed in Sukima’s grasp, desperate to free himself.

His legs kicked, his hands clawed weakly at the arm pinning him, but Sukima barely flinched.

The struggle was almost pathetic. Though the student was taller, his frail build was no match for Sukima’s wiry strength. His grin twisted further, his satisfaction palpable as he effortlessly deflected the boy’s weak attempts at resistance.

"No, no, no." He shook his head mockingly, his grip tightening enough to make the student wheeze. "Words aren’t enough for me. I need… assurance." His gaze dropped to the student’s trembling arms. With a flick of his blade, the sharp edge caught the faint light once more. "You won’t be needing that, will you?"

The student’s eyes widened in horror as his intent became clear.

"W-Wait! No, please—!"

But he wasn’t listening. The blade moved swiftly, slicing into the student’s arm. The rain mixed with the crimson flow that seeped from the wound. The boy screamed, a piercing sound that echoed through the alley as the knife tore through flesh.

He met resistance at the bone, the blade catching on it with a sickening scrape. The student thrashed harder, his screams turning into ragged cries of pain. Blood coated Sukima’s hand, slick and hot, but his expression remained cold, focused.

"You’ll live," he muttered, his voice devoid of any real emotion. "But I doubt you’ll ever forget this." He pressed harder, forcing the blade deeper, until the student’s strength finally gave out.

His body slumped, but Sukima’s grip held him upright, ensuring the boy couldn’t collapse entirely.

He looked down on the atisfied, he let go abruptly, allowing the student to fall to the wet ground. He knelt briefly, his voice soft yet dripping with malice.

"Remember this pain every time you even think about [Name]. Next time, you'd lose more than an arm."

What Could've Been Pt. 2/2» [WIP] Request» Masterlist»

[mrmeawmeaw]

Hello~ I just read ur work "Can I" and aughhhh im falling in love with my biases more XD If it alright, could i make 2 requests and you can choose either one or both of em? the characters are fr dan heng, aventurine, dr ratio, jiaoqiu, jing yuan and ae!sunday 1. Them with a s/o who is sensitive to the cold but they refuse to complain to him thinking it may bother them. like how'd they

2. Them with a s/o who wants to exchange bites of food or sweets with them (they have one food and the boi has another that they wanna try basically so they askin fr a nibble). Tempted to see the fluffy behaviours or maybe teasing ones whichever u assume And just in case, I apologise if its too much wrk XP

.🍮♠💙

˚✧𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐦 𝐄𝐦𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐞✧˚

Synopsis: You’ve always caught colds quicker than others, and even when you’re uncomfortable, you struggle to speak up, prioritizing others over yourself. But what happens when you meet someone who makes your well-being theirt utmost priority?

CW: Coughing blood [Jing Yuan], injured soldiers [Jiaoqiu], slight character backstory spoilers [Aventurine, Jiaoqiu], slight suggestive

A/N: Hey Anon!! I'm really glad you liked my work and I'll be making both of your requests becuase they look sooo fun to make☺️ And since I'm dried up of HSR ideas

Word Count: 6.5k

Characters: 🧡༻✧ Aventurine [1.4k] 💜༻✧ Dan Heng [872] 🧡༻✧ Dr. Ratio [827] 💜༻✧ Jiaoqiu [985] 🧡༻✧ Jing Yuan [1.1k] 💜༻✧ Sunday [1.4k]

⋇⊰AVENTURINE⊱⋇

Sigonia-IV was a harsh world, its sun scorching during the day and its nights plunging into a cold that felt as though it could freeze your very bones. The people here learned to adapt, to survive under the relentless heat by day and the bitter chill by night.

But for you, the balance was difficult, especially during the cold nights when your body felt as if it were being shredded by the freezing temperatures. You could barely get any sleep, constantly waking in discomfort, wrapped in whatever rags you could find to keep yourself warm.

Your friend, Kakavasha was always the one to notice when you’d start wearing down, never letting you hide it for too long.

"Man, [Name]... you look awful." He pinched your cheek one morning as you rubbed your eyes, groaning as you tried to shake off the exhaustion.

"Shut up," you hissed, swatting his hand away.

You rolled your eyes, feeling the weight of the bags under them. You'd been running on fumes for days, the sleepless nights piling up on you.

His laughter following you as you walked through the dusty streets.

“You know, [Name]... we should skip the labor for the day. Your birthday’s coming up, riiight?”

You yawned and rubbed your eyes again, trying to ignore how tired you really were.

“...You know we can’t,” you muttered, not bothering to look at him.

You knew how it would go. The labor was constant here. There was no such thing as a break unless you could afford it—and you couldn’t. Not on Sigonia-IV.

"Augh, come on, look at you!" He nudged your shoulder with his elbow, forcing you to look at him. His grin was cheeky, a playful glint in his eyes. "You look like a corpse! Just.. one day. I know a spot!"

His persistence made you sigh in defeat. You’d been too exhausted to argue, and deep down, you knew he wasn’t going to let you say no.

“Fine,” you said, giving in with a resigned shrug. "But only this time." His eyes sparkled with excitement, and before you could brace yourself, he’d grabbed your arm, pulling you along as he charged forward.

“Wait—” you stammered, struggling to match his pace as you stumbled over the uneven ground, nearly tripping on rocks and loose debris. “V-Vasha, hold up!” But he either didn’t hear you or chose to ignore your plea, his laughter ringing out as he weaved through the sparse crowd.

Soon, the noise and remnants of the town faded, and you found yourself surrounded by open, barren land. The sun blazed overhead, intense enough that you had to pull your hood up to shield yourself from its harsh rays, but heseemed unfazed by the heat, charging ahead with an energy that felt endless.

“Are we close?” You panted, but he only grinned, slowing down just enough to keep the mystery alive.

You trailed him along a path winding up the side of a rocky slope. The terrain was uneven but soon you found yourself climbing higher until the view stretched out into something unexpected.

You were speechless, mouth slightly open as you gazed at the sight before you.

The endless expanse of desert and mountains glowed under the skies painted in a deep hues of red, purple, and a soft, golden orange that radiated from the sun. Feathery clouds streaked across the sky in hues of crimson and violet, blending into an almost surreal canvas.

"It's… beautiful," you whispered, transfixed by the stunning view, your eyes locked on the horizon.

“I know.” He murmured softly, but his gaze wasn’t on the horizon—it was on you, taking in the awe in your expression, the way your eyes reflected the colors of the sky. “It’s truly beautiful... Come on, no time for sightseeing! We're still not there," He called out, his hand suddenly grasping yours, giving it a gentle tug to bring you closer.

“Wait… this isn’t the spot?”

“It’s... a part of it, but the real gem is just ahead." He moved ahead, his hand still holding yours as he led you toward a cave entrance, hidden behind a curtain of beads.

The beads shimmered in the dying light of the day, the sound of them clinking lightly against one another as he pushed them aside, revealing the interior of the cave.

You gasped, stepping inside. The walls were lined with old trinkets—fragments of forgotten times, relics from some long-past era.

The flickering remnants of a campfire sat cold in the center, and around it were pillows and blankets, their fabric faded and worn.

“Do you like it?” His voice carrying a hint of nervousness as he watched you take in the small cave.

“Yes! So, you found all of this?” You reached out, tracing a finger over one of the metal pieces scattered about, fascinated by each strange object.

He grinned, looking pleased.

“Yeah! There are tons of these out here, though I couldn’t tell you where half of them came from,” he laughed, watching you examine one in particular with intrigue. Recognizing it, he moved closer. “Wait—give me that one for a second. I wanna show you something cool.”

From the on, the two of you spent hours talking, laughing, and experimenting with each trinket. But eventually, the light began to fade.

The sky outside the cave transformed into rich shades of red and purple as the sun dipped low, casting shadows across the cave walls. You blinked, realizing how late it had gotten.

“The sun’s going down…” you murmured, a hint of worry creeping into your voice. “I-I don’t think we’ll be able to get back in time.” He only gave you a reassuring pat on the shoulder.

“That’s fine,” he said, squatting down to gather some rocks. “I’ve spent the night here plenty of times. I’ll get a fire going. We’ll be warm.” You tried to smile, but the idea of spending a night in this cold made you tense.

For him, it might be comfortable enough, but for you…

The fire crackled softly, you asked him about his favorite piece, his eyes lighting up as he shared the memories.

Eventually, as the sun dimmed and the stories faded, the chill in the air grew sharper, but you tried not to let it show. You faked a smile as he settled down across from you, rolling onto his side with a yawn.

"Goodnight, [Name]..." he murmured, half-asleep already.

“Goodnight, Vasha,” you replied, burrowing into your thin blanket and tucking your legs into your hoodie.

As soon as his eyes were closed, your smile faded. You could feel the cold seeping into your bones, making you shiver despite your best efforts.

No matter how tightly you wrapped yourself, the fire offered little relief, and your fingers and toes started to go numb. Glancing over, you noticed that even he seemed affected; he shifted occasionally, his face scrunched up as he tried to stay warm in his sleep.

A thought flickered through your mind—perhaps you could just inch closer to him, share a little warmth. But then again, he was sound asleep now, his chest rising and falling steadily. You didn’t want to disturb him.

Instead, you pulled off your own thin blanket and quietly moved over to him, draping it around his shoulders. For a moment, you watched as he unconsciously snuggled into the extra warmth, a slight smile softening. You hoped it would help him rest a little better.

With your blanket now gone, you returned to the fire, trying to warm your hands over the low flames.

The chill was so intense that your entire body trembled, and you pulled your legs tighter to your chest. It was then that you heard a low, sleepy voice break the silence.

"[Name]...?" His voice heavy with sleep. "You're still awake?"

You froze, trying not to let on how miserable you felt. His gaze narrowing as he took in your shivering form. He noticed then, your thin blanket draped over him instead of you, and his expression shifted from confusion to concern.

He sat up slowly, his gaze lingering on your hunched figure for a moment before he crawled toward you without saying a word. He closed the distance, his brows furrowed.

Without warning, he pressed his side against yours, wrapping one of the blankets around both of you. You felt the warmth of his body as he pulled you close, his arm sliding around your shoulders to hold you firmly against him.

"Why didn’t you say anything, huh?" He murmured,

"I… I didn’t want to wake you," you admitted, cheeks flushing at his closeness.

He huffed softly, almost amused, as if the very idea was ridiculous.

"I’d rather be woken up than see you trying to freeze yourself like this. Giving up your only blanket like a self-sacrificing hero..." he teased, nudging his head on the crook of your neck.

"Guess you’re lucky I’m here to take over that role."

⋇⊰DAN HENG⊱⋇

Man, it sure is chilly here. You despised the cold—it crept into your bones, made your fingers stiff and your thoughts sluggish. Yet, somehow, you found yourself sitting in Dan Heng’s room, enduring what felt like the iciest atmosphere on the Astral Express.

How did this happen? Well, you had volunteered to help him with his research on a particular planet and its people. It had seemed like a good idea at the time—spending time with him, delving into his meticulous work, maybe even impressing him a little with your insights.

But you hadn’t considered one key detail: He liked his room cold, arctic even. And now, with the cooler set to its lowest possible temperature, you were fighting the urge to shiver.

You glanced at him, sitting calmly at his desk, completely unaffected by the temperature. He had always been composed, almost detached in his demeanor.

Asking him to turn down the cooler felt... intrusive, like you’d be disrupting his sense of balance. This was his space, after all, and you didn’t want to make him uncomfortable in his own room.

“Hey, [Name], take a look at this." His calm voice pulled you from your thoughts.

He turned slightly, his teal gaze meeting yours, the faint glow of his device reflecting in his eyes. You pushed yourself up from where you were sitting.

Every step was a fight to suppress the shiver running through your body, your fingers numb despite being stuffed in your pockets.

“What is it?” Keeping your voice steady as you moved closer to him.

He gestured toward the display, a map of a distant planet spinning in holographic detail. “This planet—Denvalis-IV—caught my attention. Its climate is… unique.”

You leaned in to get a better look, but instead of focusing, your mind was drawn to the faint warmth radiating from his form. It was subtle, like a beacon against the icy atmosphere of his room.

For a moment, you let yourself indulge, thinking maybe, just maybe, you could edge a little closer without him noticing—

“[Name], are you even listening?”

The sharp question jolted you from your reverie, your eyes darting back to the screen.

“O-Of course!” You said quickly, trying to play it cool.

He raised an eyebrow, unconvinced, but he didn’t push.

“Hmph...” He turned his attention back to the screen. “What did you learn of this place?"

"Let me show you.” With a few tap, images of its habbitants displayed on the screen. "The inhabitants—look at them." You pointly but the moment you relieazed your hand was shaking you instantly put it down. "They’re… incredible."

The projection showed a group of Denvalis-IV's residents—tall, sinewy figures with thick, layered exoskeletons that shimmered faintly, almost like armor.

"Despite the violent storms, extreme temperatures further amplified by the Stellaron, they've been able to adapt," you continued. "And it’s not just physical. Look at these structures—they’ve developed entire cities that are mobile, designed to migrate with the weather patterns."

“It’s fascinating,” he murmured, leaning closer to study the images. “They’ve managed to build entire civilizations in this planet... even after the Stellaron erupted." His gaze flicked to you, something unreadable in his expression. “You’re knowledgeable,” he said, his voice soft. “And you’re also…”

You froze, sensing his next words before he spoke them.

“…cold.”

He then raised his hand, his fingers brushing lightly against your cheek. The warmth of his touch made you involuntarily lean toward him, seeking it like a moth to a flame.

His warmth was comforting, but it also amplified how much the freezing temperature of the room had bitten into you. Eyes softened slightly as he observed you.

“Your cheeks are puff..." He glance down, noticing your tembling hands, "and you’re shivering.” His lips pressed into a thin line, and with a sigh, he turned away to adjust the cooler.

The hum of the air system shifted, and the temperature in the room began to rise.

“Why didn’t you tell me sooner?” He asked, his back still to you.

You tried to shrug it off, shoving your hands into your pockets to conceal their shaking.

“You’re… quite observant.”

He turned back to you, his gaze piercing yet patient.

“Deflecting the question won’t help you," he said, his tone soft but firm.

You hesitated but finally, you admitted, "Well, I just… I-It’s your room. I didn’t want to bother you. I figured you like the cold, so—”

“So, you prioritize others’ comfort above your own?” He interrupted, stepping closer.

The sudden proximity made your breath hitch. He was so close now, his quiet intensity pulling all your focus. His warm breath brushed against your chilled skin, and for a moment, all you could do was stare.

He tilted his head slightly, observing you as though trying to read the thoughts you weren’t voicing. “Hmm...” he murmured, his voice lower now, almost teasing.

His arm moved, slow but deliberate, slipping around your waist and pulling you closer to him. Your pulse quickened as the heat of his body cut through the lingering chill in the room.

His expression remained composed, but the faint blush dusting his pale cheeks didn’t escape your notice.

“...I do enjoy being this close to you. You wouldn't mind, would you?"

⋇⊰DR. RATIO⊱⋇

The library was your sanctuary, a place where the air hummed softly with silence, inviting you to dive into your work. Today, it beckoned like a far-off paradise, you'd love to go there if the winter wind isn't creeping through the walls, chilling you to the bone.

Bundled up in your thickest jacket, you made a quick hot cocoa in the small kitchenette, hoping it’d warm you just enough to keep working. Your dormmate, Ratio Veritas, was engrossed in a dense-looking tome, his gaze fixed in a way that made him look almost statuesque, detached from the cold entirely.

You sighed, slipping back into your room, hoping to hide your shivering mess from him. You knew he disliked interruptions, and you didn’t want to hear him complain about you 'ruining his concentration' with your uncontrollable shivers.

You sat at your desk, fingers trembling as you flipped open your books, each word on the page starting to blur. But you refused to tell him and do something that can help.

It's no use anyway, he'd only huff, make some pointed comment about your lack of preparation, or worse, pretend to ignore you altogether. Besides, you didn’t want to burden him, especially when he was absorbed in his work.

Time passed, or so it felt. Your focus drifted, every fiber of your being caught in an cold-induced fatigue. You thought about getting up, maybe crawling under the covers of your bed, but as you pushed yourself to stand, the world swirled and faded into black.

When your eyes opened, you realized you were no longer at your room but on someone’s lap. Warmth wrapped around you, unfamiliar and yet... oddly comforting.

A gentle hand brushed through your hair, moving rhythmically, soothing you back to wakefulness. Blinking, you looked up, eyes trailing from a complicated book cover down to his familiar profile

“Veritas...?” You murmured, still disoriented.

He glanced down, face as unamused as always.

“Ah. You’re finally awake.” His voice held its usual cold tone, but his hand didn’t stop its careful stroking through your hair.

It felt far gentler than his gaze would ever imply.

“W-What happened?” Stammering, trying to shift, but he placed a hand on your shoulder to keep you still.

“You passed out,” he replied, his voice a low mutter as he went back to his book.

Your eyes widened. You... passed out? Now that he mentioned it, you could feel a faint throbbing in your head and a dull ache in your abdomen from the fall. Heat crept into your cheeks, embarrassed and unsure.

You hadn’t meant to make a scene, and you hadn’t meant for him to get involved.

“I’m… I-I’m sorry." The words rolled out your tounge before you even realized it.

He raised a brow, tilting his book slightly to inspect you as though you were an anomaly in need of explanation.

“Has the fall scrambled your brain?” He asked, his tone dry, even a bit amused. “What could you possibly be sorry for?” He closed his book completely, leaning in a bit, scrutinizing you with a detached but focused intensity. “Hmm... perhaps there’s an internal bleeding and affected your speech?” He mused.

Your cheeks flushed as you averted your gaze.

“No, no… It’s just… you were busy, and I didn’t want to bother you, so—”

“So, you chose to hide that your suffering?” He chuckled, a sound both mocking and strangely warm. “I would never undermine the value of academic focus, but you’ve taken it to the extreme. This involves you life, not just a mere distraction.” Leaning back, he reopened his book, though his eyes lingered on you, assessing. “In any case, I can study while you… stay here,” he murmured, almost to himself.

“What?” You shifted slightly, instinctively finding a more comfortable position, only to feel the firmness of his thigh tense under your head.

His fingers paused, but only for a moment, before he resumed the gentle circles on your scalp, thumb tracing patterns.

“I said, get some rest,” he replied, a slight edge in his voice, though the warmth in his touch betrayed any irritation.

For a man with such cutting words and an aloof demeanor, his touch was remarkably gentle, grounding you in a way that no words ever could explain.

Minutes passed in silence, the stillness of the room broken only by the faint rustle of the pages. Then, almost reluctantly, he bit back his pride and spoke, his voice softer, quieter.

“Hey... [Name],” he murmured, feeling you hum in response, shifting slightly in his lap. A shiver ran through him, though he quickly masked it.

Hidden behind his book, his cheeks flushed red, and he brought the book up to his face, hoping it concealed his expression.

“If... if you ever need anything or… if you want help with something,” he continued, voice barely a whisper. He swallowed, speaking through his own restraint. “Just… tell me, alright?”

⋇⊰JIAOQIU⊱⋇

You looked up at the artificial skies of Xianzhou Yaoqing, watching as what could only be described as raindrops fell from the simulated heavens. Though the rain was artificial, the chill it carried was all too real.

You shivered as the cold breeze brushed against your skin, and instinctively, you pulled your coat tighter, wishing it would do more to ward off the biting wind. The camp had just won a major battle, but the aftermath was far from over. The injured were many, and every hand was needed.

You couldn’t afford to slack off now, not when the medics were busy patching up soldiers and treating the wounded. The chill in the air was nothing compared to the urgency of the situation.

You swallowed your discomfort and turned toward the tents where the injured were being treated, your footsteps quickening as you walked deeper into the makeshift infirmary.

And then, you saw him—Jiaoqiu, focused as always, sitting beside a bed where a man lay, his hands deftly bandaging the soldier’s wounds.

The moment he heard your footsteps, his ears twitched, and he looked up, flashing you that signature, bright smile. His tail wagged, the motion almost too endearing.

"[Name]!" His voice was cheery, but there was a slight hesitation in it as his eyes lingered on your flushed cheeks. "You’re looking a little… flushed. Are you alright?"

You quickly masked your discomfort with a smile, trying to sound nonchalant despite the cold creeping into your bones. No, you couldn’t tell him. Not now, not when everyone needed all the help they could get.

"I'm fine," you said, though your voice lacked conviction. "Just.. a little tired. I-I’ll get going—there are still a lot of hands needed." You flashed him a quick smile, trying to appear unaffected. "See you later during your break."

With that, you hastily walked away, eager to get to work. What you didn’t notice was the way his eyes followed you.

Your movements had become sluggish as the day wore on. Your fingers were a bit stiff, the chill in your bones seeping into every part of your body, and you found yourself sniffling more than you cared to admit.

No, you couldn't—You couldn't let the Foxian or anyone see you like this. You were the one who was supposed to take care of the injured, not the other way around! You couldn't afford to show weakness.

"Dr. [Name]...?" A voice interrupted your thoughts. You blinked, looking down at the soldier in front of you. His face was pale, his breath shallow. "A-Are you alright?"

"Yes, of course," you answered too quickly, trying to brush off the unease you felt creeping up on you.

In reality, it was hard to focus on your work when you felt like your body was betraying you. Before you could go back to your task, you heard that voice again. It was familiar, and now, it sent a shiver down your spine—not from the cold, but from the sudden concern you knew it carried.

"As a medical student, I expect you to care of yourself, [Name]." His tone was lighter than usual, but you could still detect the hint of worry in it.

You turned to see him standing there, arms crossed, his smile gone, replaced by a frown.

"Ah, but I’m fine," you protested weakly, chuckling to dismiss the concern.

But when he closed the distance between you, his hand gently rested against your forehead, and the warmth from his touch made your heart skip a beat.

He hummed softly, the sound both soothing and commanding. "You have a cold, [Name]. It’s better to rest than push yourself." His voice was firm yet caring, and it made it impossible for you to argue.

"But—"

"No buts," he interrupted, his tone soft but resolute. Before you could react, he slipped his arms around your waist, effortlessly pulling you toward him. "Let's get you some rest, hm?" His smile returned, and it was warm and gentle, a stark contrast to his usual playful teasing.

You could feel your resolve crumbling as he drew you closer to his side. It felt like he was enjoying this a bit too much, if the sly smile playing on his lips as he led you away wasn't obvious enough.

"I could do it myself, Jiaoqiu! You need to go treat the soldiers!" You sighed in defeat, but you knew deep down that resistance was futile.

The moment he set his mind to something, you knew you’d lose.

"I’m on my break," he simply said, as if that explanation was enough to make you stop worrying. "I have nothing to do." Just as you were about to shoot another complaint, he raised his hand, signaling to one of the nearby medics.

"Need a hand over here!" He called out, his voice calm and commanding, directing the medic to help with the soldier you’d been treating earlier.

Turning back to you, he flashed you an innocent smile. "See? No need to worry about anything!" Every part of him practically pressed against you.

His arm was firmly wrapped around your waist, holding you close, and you could feel the soft, comforting weight of his tail winding gently around your leg.

Sure, it was a bit of a struggle to walk with him so near, but the heat from his body made it easy to ignore the chill that had settled deep within you.

You could feel the vibration of his chest as he chuckled, a soft sound that filled the air. His gaze lowered to meet yours, your eyes neatly closed and mouth slightly parted as though you were feeling heaven.

"I suppose I'm your medicine?" He mused, his finger tracing down the curve of your cheek with a gentle touch. He paused, his grin widening as he leaned closer. "Not that I mind... I could be all the warmth you'd ever need."

⋇⊰JING YUAN⊱⋇

You stared out from the fleet, watching as the snow-covered planet loomed into view, a world blanketed in endless ice. Even from behind the glass, you could feel a chill settling into your bones.

How did you end up here? Well, it had all started with a single slip of the tongue—admitting, without much thought, that you'd never once seen snow.

He’d looked at you curiously, his golden gaze sharp but gentle.

"Never seen snow?" He asked, surprised, his usual calm demeanor giving way to a hint of wonder.

You’d shrugged, brushing it off, mentioning briefly that your mother had never let you go anywhere with winter’s bite, then tried to change the subject.

But Jing Yuan had clearly taken it to heart. The General, in his subtle, thoughtful way, had decided he’d remedy that, and when the opportunity came—a mission to a world wrapped in eternal winter—he’d practically dragged you along.

Seeing his excitement, you hadn’t the heart to tell him the truth, that your mother hadn’t been overprotective without reason. She had known, as you did, that you were sensitive to the cold. But how could you ruin the General’s rare, genuine smile?

The doors slid open, and a harsh gust of icy wind hit you instantly, slicing through even the thick jacket he had insisted you wear.

You braced yourself, steeling against the cold. It wasn’t too bad—yet. Surely, you could hold out for a little while, right? Just enough to take in this strange, pristine winter world he’d wanted to show you.

"Isn't it magnificent?" He raised his gloved hand, catching a snowflake as it fluttered down.

He watched it melt into his palm, an almost childlike wonder on his face. The sight shook you from your thoughts, and, for the first time, you really looked around. Winter, in your mind, had always seemed bland—just a blur of whites and grays, cold and endless.

But standing here now, you could see the glistening world laid out before you. Snow blanketed the landscape, softening every angle, making everything look divine, untouched, as though you’d set foot into a world beyond reality.

You stepped out, your foot sinking deep into the snow. A sharp gasp escaped you at the sudden cold, and you whipped around, catching him chuckling behind you.

Embarrassment flared in your cheeks, warming them a bit as you muttered, “It’s not funny…” You turned your gaze back to the vast, shimmering landscape, hoping he wouldn’t notice the blush creeping up your cheeks. “But… it is beautiful.” You took a few more steps, each one slightly awkward as your feet sank into the soft, powdery snow.

The crunch underfoot was strangely satisfying, each step sending a tiny thrill through you. Just as you were getting used to it, you felt something hit your back with a soft, cold thud. Whirling around, you found the General standing there, a mischievous grin plastered on his face, a snowball in hand.

“A general, starting snowball fights?” You said, raising a brow, trying to keep a straight face.

He shrugged with a smirk, as if throwing snowballs were a part of some important tactical training.

“Come now, did you think I’d let you enjoy this in peace?”

You bent down to gather some snow, forming a snowball of your own.

“In that case, General." Smiling as you took aim, “Prepare for battle!” The snowball left your hand, hurtling toward him, but he dodged it effortlessly, flashing you a playful smirk as he prepared to throw his next one.

And so began a wild, impromptu snowball fight between you and the general, each of you laughing and teasing as snow flew back and forth. In the thrill of the moment, the biting cold around you seemed distant, almost... forgotten. But there was a dangerous oversight.

You had underestimated winter’s toll on you. Between handfuls of icy snow and the chilled wind cutting across your exposed face, your body quickly began to feel the effects. Reality crashed down on you suddenly; your knees wobbled, then buckled, sending you crumpling to the ground.

“[Name]? [Name]!” His voice broke through the haze, distant and muffled, as you felt yourself slipping.

Everything grew fuzzy and dim, until all you could see was the stark white ground tinged with an alarming splash of red. He knelt before you, his voice laced with a rare edge of worry.

“[Name]?” He called again, urgency straining his usually steady tone.

His strong hands tilted your face up, but you barely registered it as the void overtook your vision.

In what felt like seconds—or perhaps hours—you blinked your eyes open, squinting against the dim light. There was a gentle weight on you, the tickle of soft hair brushing against your neck.

Groggily, you let out a faint groan, your hand sluggishly rising to push away what felt like a very heavy, unyielding presence on top of you. Whoever it was clearly had no sense of their own weight.

A low rumble vibrated against your chest as if this someone was grumbling, “Awake, are we?” His usual calmness was there, but you could hear a faint tremor of relief as he lifted his head to meet your gaze. His face softened, though his brow remained furrowed with concern. “You worried me back there.”

He lifted his head to meet your eyes, his face softening, though his brow remained knitted with concern.

“I’m sorry…” The apology left you in a near-whisper, and he made a quiet, thoughtful hum as he continued observing your features with that intense, almost unrelenting gaze.

“Perhaps this is why you’ve never seen snow?” His voice laced with a gentle tease touched by a genuine worry. “The medics said you got cold so quickly… your fingertips were already turning purple, you know. It wasn’t something to brush off.” You swallowed, cheeks warming, not quite able to meet his eyes.

“Y-Yeah... I’ve always been sensitive quite to the cold,” you admitted.

His hand rose to your cheek, his thumb brushing gently along your skin, warm against the lingering cold.

“But you did enjoy it, right?” He murmured.

Caught off guard, you hesitated, the warmth of his touch melting away the lingering chill that had clung to you since you’d first stepped onto the snowy planet.

You gave a small, reluctant nod.

“Of course I did..."

He chuckled, the sound low and soothing, “Good." his hand lingering on your cheek for a moment longer before slipping down to rest on your shoulder, pulling you closer.

“Then perhaps next time, you’ll tell me if you’re cold, hm? I'd never forgive myself if I hurt you with my actions...”

⋇⊰SUNDAY⊱⋇

The halls and rooms of the Astral Express felt colder than usual. You couldn't quite pinpoint why. Maybe you were coming down with something, or maybe it was the emptiness of the train itself.

Most of the crew was out on a mission, leaving only you, the ever-adorable conductor Pom-Pom, and the Halovian from Penacony, the newest addition to the crew.

You still weren’t sure how to feel about Sunday after everything that happened on Penacony. His calm demeanor and polite words seemed genuine enough, but there was still a sliver of doubt lingering in the back of your mind. Yet, as time passed, part of you wanted to believe his sincerity.

Sniffling softly, you tapped your fingers on the table, waiting for the coffee maker to finish brewing. The silence of the Express was unnerving. You’d grown accustomed to the lively presence of the Trailblazer and March 7th, always filling the place with their laughter and chatter. Now, the quiet was heavy.

A faint sound—the flip of a page—caught your attention. You glanced over, your eyes landing on him, seated on a nearby sofa. He was engrossed in a book, his wings tucked neatly behind him. Those small, puffy wings at the side of his head caught your eye.

Halovians had three pairs of wings, you'd heard. How warm did they feel? You couldn’t help but wonder, and the thought of running your fingers through those feathers danced at the edge of your mind. Would they be soft? Would they radiate warmth? And where are his other two?

You shook your head slightly. That would be way too forward, especially since you barely knew him. It was a silly thought anyway, but the cold made your mind wander.

You tore your gaze from his wings, only to meet his calm, steady eyes watching you intently. For a moment, you froze, unsure if it was from the lingering cold or simply the intensity of his gaze.

“[Name]?”

Blinking, you scrambled to regain your composure, attempting to smile as you buried your shaking hands deeper into your pockets.

“Wha… What is it?” you asked sheepishly.

“Your coffee’s finished.” He tilted his head ever so slightly, watching you with that unflinching gaze.

Your breath caught, feeling embarrassed under his stare. You must have looked like a wierdo.

“A-Ah! Right… thank you.” You tried to play it off, reaching quickly for the mug’s handle.

But your fingers, numb from the cold, barely managed to grip it before the weight slipped from your grasp. Everything happened in a blur.

The mug began to tilt, and in a desperate attempt, you reached with your other hand to catch it, only to feel the sharp sting of its hot surface searing your palm. With a reflexive jerk, you dropped it, the mug shattering against the floor.

"Shit..." You muttered under your breath, frustration bubbling over as you crouched to survey the damage.

From the distance, a high-pitched screech shattered the silence. “[Name]!” Pom-Pom’s unmistakable voice rang through the room, their little paws on their cheeks in cartoonish shock. “What have you done??”

You turned to face the adorable conductor, their tiny body practically vibrating with indignation. “Hmph! Clean your mess this instant!” They declared, paws now firmly planted on their hips.

You swore smoke is puffing out of their ears from frustration.

“I-I’m sorry, Pom-Pom! I’ll clean it up right away!” You stammered, scurrying off to fetch a dustpan and broom.

The air felt even colder when you returned, and as you knelt to sweep up the broken shards, you couldn’t help but notice how your hands trembled uncontrollably, each movement sending shivers through your already frozen body. Your teeth chattered despite your attempts to keep them still.

Focused on the mess before you, you didn’t realize someone was standing behind you until you bumped into them. Startled, you flinched and spun around, nearly dropping the broom in your hands. There, mere centimeters away, stood he, his piercing gaze fixed on you.

“May I assist you?” The Halovian tilted his head ever so slightly. “You appear to be shaking like a deer.”

“I’m fine,” you replied quickly, perhaps a little too quickly, as you gripped the broom tighter in your trembling hands.

His brows knitted together, frowning.

“You’re clearly not fine. Your hands are trembling, and you’ve been shivering since earlier.” He crouched down to your level, his expression still composed but his gaze is a lot softer now.

“I said I’m fine,” you insisted, your tone firmer this time as you swept up a pile of shards, though your movements were clumsy and uneven.

His frown deepened, his golden eyes narrowing as they took in your trembling form.

"Enough." Before you could react, his gloved hands gently but firmly taking the dustpan and broom from your grasp.

You opened your mouth to protest, but the pointed look he shot you silenced you immediately.

"Get some rest, [Name]." His tone was calm yet commanding, leaving no room for argument. "If you'd like, I can brew you another coffee."

You stared at him, dumbfounded. The former head of the Oak Family, was kneeling on the floor to clean up a mess you had made? The thought alone was mortifying. More than that, you'd interrupted his reading—something you had tried so hard to avoid.

“I’m sorry...” You murmured, your voice barely audible as you quickly turned away and scurried down the hallway.

Once inside your room, you collapsed onto the bed with a sigh. The heater was on, but the cold seemed to seep through every crack and crevice, wrapping itself around you like an unwelcome guest. You tugged a blanket over your shoulders, but it did little to stop the shivers.

Moments later, a soft knock echoed through the door.

"May I come in?" His voice was smooth and quiet, like honey drizzling over a frozen lake.

You hesitated, clutching the blanket tighter.

"Y-Yeah." The door slid open, and he stepped inside, holding a steaming cup of coffee in one hand.

His elegant composure hadn’t faltered even for a bit. He set the cup down on the small table by your bedside before sitting beside you.

“Are you alright?” He asked, his golden gaze sweeping over you with a hint of concern.

“I’m fine,” you lied, averting your eyes. “Just... a little chilly, that’s all.”

He reached for the coffee and handed it to you, his fingers brushing yours briefly. The warmth of the mug felt like a lifeline in your frozen grip.

“Drink,” he said simply, leaning back against the headboard.

You looked at him then at the steaming mug before taking a cautious sip, the heat spreading through your chest and chasing away some of the cold.

You didn’t notice him moving until you felt the weight of his coat drape over your shoulders.

“Sunday—”

“Shhh..." He instantly hushed you down.

As the coat fell more snugly around you, you caught sight of something dark behind him. Two faintly shimmering pairs of wings stretched just beyond his back, their colors deeper and more shadowed than the smaller set behind his ears. They shifted slightly before folding back.

Your eyes lingered on them longer than you intended, and his lips quirked into the faintest smirk.

“Curious?” He asked, his voice teasing yet calm.

You felt heat rise to your cheeks. “I wasn’t staring—”

“Oh? Then my eyes must be mistaken becuase you were,” he said, cutting you off again, though there was no malice in his tone.

“Oh? Then my eyes must be deceiving me, because you were,” he chuckled softly, a sound rich and melodic, like the first note of a forgotten song. "It’s fine, my dear," he murmured, though his voice faltered just slightly.

His gaze shifted momentarily, and for the briefest of moments, a shadow of vulnerability flickered across his features. His wings, darker and more imposing than usual, twitched faintly behind him, betraying his uneasiness.

But you paid no mind to his hesitation, far too enveloped in the unexpected warmth of his coat and presence. The heavy fabric wrapped around you like a cocoon, shielding you from the bitter cold that had clung to you all day.

The silence that followed wasn’t uncomfortable but instead soothing, like the calm after a storm. It was he who broke the serenity.

His voice low and steady as he spoke, “Next time, [Name], don’t shy away from me.”

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˚✧𝐂𝐚𝐧 𝐈…?✧˚

Synopsis: Curiosity often pushes us to seek answers to the unknown, but sometimes, those simple questions lead you down unexpected paths. What seems innocent at first can stir deeper emotions, and what’s shared may reveal more than anticipated. The question is, are you ready for them?

CW: Slight angst [Boothill], slight 2.5 spoilers [Jiaoqiu], suggestive

Word Count: 5.5k

Characters: 🧡༻✧ Blade [668] 💜༻✧ Boothill [627] 🧡༻✧ Dan Heng • IL [628] 💜༻✧ Dr. Ratio [880] 🧡༻✧ Jiaoqiu [776] 💜༻✧ Jing Yuan [993] 🧡༻✧ Sunday [935]

⋇⊰BLADE⊱⋇

"Can I… help you with the bandages, Yingxing?" His eyes shift toward you, a flicker of irritation crossing his gaze as he starts unwinding the bindings on his arm.

You stand in the doorway, watching him. He sits silently on the edge of the bed, half-turned toward the wall, his top discarded. Shadows play across his scarred skin, deep lines from past battles marring his form, history of his trials and rebirths.

To anyone else, this sight of him unguarded would be fleeting, barely a moment before he'd forcefully shut them out. But you aren't just anyone, and for you, he’s left the door ajar, though he denies it.

"I’ve told you not to call me that." His words are gruff, but they lack the bite he'd have with anyone else.

Ignoring his protest, you step inside, letting the door slide shut behind you as you settle beside him on the bed. The mattress dips slightly under your weight, and he tenses, though he doesn’t move away.

"So I take that as a yes?" A playful smile tugging at your lips as you leaned your head on his shoulder.

He huffs but doesn’t pull his arm back.

“Don’t flatter yourself,” he mutters.

Feigning a pout, you slipped your arms around his waist, feeling the subtle hitch in his breath as your hands brushed over his skin.

"Oh, come on," you teased, nudging him gently. "Can't I care for my dear husband?" For a moment, he was silent, his jaw clenched as he stared at his hands, as if trying to decide whether to give in.

With a reluctant sigh, he handed you the bandages, though his voice still held a touch of exasperation.

"Fine. But make it quick." With a smile, you took the roll from his hand, your fingers brushing against his for a brief moment longer than necessary.

His warmth radiated under your touch, and as you began to carefully wrap the bandages over his scars, your movements were gentle, almost reverent, tracing the lines of his past with a tenderness only you could offer him.

"You know," you murmured, "You don't have to do everything alone." He tensed, his gaze flicking to you.

"I don't need help," he said, but his tone had softened significantly.

You only smiled, pressing lightly on his shoulder to make him hold still.

"Maybe not," you replied, "But that doesn’t mean you can’t let me help anyway." A rare softness flickered in his eyes, and for a brief moment, he let himself lean into your touch.

Silence settled between you, a comfortable, unspoken understanding. And as you continued your work, you could feel his heartbeat—a steady rhythm beneath layers of pain, guarded by walls he let no one else cross.

When the last bandage was secure, you paused, fingers lingering on his skin.

"See?" You grinned proudly. "Not so hard to let someone in every now and then, hm?"

He huffed, turning his gaze away to hide the faint blush that crept onto his cheeks. But he couldn't deny his heart any longer, nor the warmth that had stirred within him since you'd come into his life.

Taking a breath, he lifted his hand, the wedding ring that decorated his finger gleamed faintly in the soft light of his room—a reminder of the promise you’d both made, binding him to you more deeply than any scars ever could.

His hand found its way to your cheek, rough and calloused from battle, yet gentle as it cupped your face. You leaned into his touch. There was a vulnerability in his gaze that is only known to you. Slowly, he leaned closer, his lips capturing yours in a tender, lingering kiss that spoke more than words ever could.

You melted into his embrace, responding to the quiet passion he’d held back for so long.

Between breaths, his lips hovered close to yours, and in a whisper that trembled with sincerity, he said, “Thank you… for staying by my side all this time.”

⋇⊰BOOTHILL⊱⋇

"Can I... wear your hat?" You asked, unable to keep the curiosity out of your voice.

You knew what they said, curiosity killed the cat, but really, it was just a cowboy hat, right?

You’d seen him without it on a few rare occasions, but never anyone else wearing it. Boothill was... particular about that hat—almost as if it was an extension of himself.

So when you found yourself sitting close to him on the old, worn sofa, his metal arm resting around your shoulders and pulling you in just a bit closer, the question slipped out before you could stop yourself.

For a moment, he was silent. You could see the faintest trace of color rise to his cheeks, darkening his usual calm expression with a blush you’d never quite seen before.

He chuckled, his hand reaching over to tousle your hair playfully, “Well now, darlin’,” he drawled, an easy grin spreading across his face, sharp teeth glistening, “What’s got ya so interested in this ol’ thing, huh? Don’t tell me you’ve gone and developed a taste for a dusty cowboy hat...” You rolled your eyes, fighting the smile that tugged at your lips.

“Oh, come on, I just want to see what all the fuss is about. It’s not like it’ll bite.” He tilted his head, watching you with a mix of amusement and something softer, almost hesitant.

“Ain't no ordinary hat, ya know," he muttered, that faint blush deepening as he looked away for a moment, “But if ya really wanna wear it... who am I to say no to a pretty thing like you?”

You watched as his hand came up slowly, taking the hat from his head. He held it for a moment, as though second-guessing himself, then handed it to you with an almost reverent care. The weight of it settled in your hands, and as you gingerly placed it on your head, his gaze lingered on you, his eyes softening.

“There,” he murmured, his tone lower, “Looks like you’re all set to join the rodeo now.” You laughed, adjusting the brim so it sat just right, feeling a rush of warmth at the way he was looking at you, like you’d just stepped right into his heart.

He shook his head, grinning as he leaned back, his arm still around your shoulders. “Enjoy every second now, sugar—ain’t every day I let someone else wear that ol’ hat of mine.” You turned to face him, feeling bold, your gaze meeting his.

“Guess that means you trust me, huh?” He chuckled again, that easy, lazy grin spreading across his face as he looked back at you with a glint in his eye.

“Trust, interest… somethin’ like that.” Pulling you in a little closer. His fingers trailed down your cheek, slow and lingering, as he let his thumb trace along your jaw. “Just means you might be in for a bit of trouble now,” he whispered, his voice low and warm, his gaze flickering to your lips.

The brim of his hat dipped, casting a shadow over your faces, and you felt his lips brush against yours. The kiss was gentle at first, but quickly deepened as his sharp teeth grazed your lower lip, pulling at it in a way that made your heart race.

Deep within something weighed heavy in his chest—a deep, unspoken grief that seemed to tug at the very core of him. The moment you wore that hat of his... it reminded him of her, of a time long ago, when he was still human, when he had something to protect—someone to care for. His daughter. The one he had lost, the one he would never get back.

His heart, once broken, was mended only by one thing: you. He pulled away slightly, his lips hovering just above yours, his breath ragged.

"I ain't the man I once was... but I’ll protect you, darlin'. With my life, even if it goes against everythin' I ever knew. As long as it's you... I'll do it."

⋇⊰DAN HENG • IL⊱⋇

“Can I… touch your horns?" Your voice barely above a whisper.

The very moment Dan Heng shed his human form to reveal the graceful, imposing figure of Imbibitor Lunae, an undeniable curiosity had settled within you. Those glowing horns, the soft fur trailing along his tail—they all seemed to call to you, sparking a fascination that you just couldn't ignore.

He glanced up from his book, his calm demeanor briefly faltering as a faint blush colored his pale cheeks.

“Excuse me?” His tone was guarded, but you could see the faint flicker of surprise in his eyes.

It was as if he needed you to repeat it, to confirm you’d actually asked what he thought you did.

You had always urged him to embrace his true Vidyadhara form. At first, he resisted, but your persistence wore down his resolve. Eventually, he relented, but only within the privacy of his quarters or the quiet of an empty Astral Express.

“You heard me,” you said, inching a little closer, fingers itching to reach out. “I just… wonder what they feel like.” Your gaze drifted to his horns, mesmerized by the gentle glow that radiated from them, casting a warm light across his features.

For a moment, he looked away, his shoulders tense. “It’s not... something I’m accustomed to,” he murmured, his voice low. His gaze returned to you, a quiet understanding in his eyes. "But… I-I suppose I can allow it."

He leaned down, bringing his face closer to yours, giving you an unspoken invitation.

With a him, you raised your hand, reaching out to trace the gleaming, curved horns that adorned his head. The moment your fingertips brushed against their smooth surface, he inhaled sharply, and a low, involuntary growl escaped his lips.

His book snapped shut in his hand, and his whole body seemed to shiver from the contact, the sensation reverberating through him. Surprised, you flinched, your fingers halting as you pulled back.

“A-Are you alri—”

He let out a strained sigh, his hand darting forward to gently capture yours and place it back on his horns, “Why’d you stop?” His voice was rough, with a hunger you’d rarely heard from him.

Wait... is he purring? Half-lidded, his gaze locked onto you, eyes softened by the warmth that has always there when you're around.

His horns weren't usually so sensitive to the touch, but perhaps it was because it was you—the one person who had grown so close to him, the one person he felt tethered to in a way he couldn't fully explain. His body seemed to respond to even the slightest touch, and the very air you breathed seemed to send him spiraling.

As you resumed tracing his horns, the low rumble of a purr rose in his chest, almost too soft to catch. You blinked, your breath catching as you noticed his tail slowly curling and swaying behind him, giving away his pleasure. The purr deepened, reverberating through him as he leaned into your touch, his control slipping.

And then, before you could react, he pushed you deeper into mattress of his bed. You felt his chest press against yours, his tail curling possessively around your waist, pulling you closer as he buried his face against the side of your cheek, his purr vibrating against your skin.

He brushed his nose along your cheek, purring with an intensity that left no doubt about his feelings. You felt his heartbeat echoing in rhythm with yours, and his arms encircled you.

There was no mistaking it now. He knew the moment you stepped foot into the Astral Express, the moment you entered his life.

His head rested against yours, the glow of his horns casting a soft light between you, whispering into your ear, “You’re mine...”

⋇⊰DR. RATIO⊱⋇

“Can I... touch your arm?” The words slipped out before you could even process them, and by the time you realized, it was too late.

You were constantly drawn to the unknown, to things that fascinated you—and today, Dr. Ratio’s arm, the one exposed by his rather bold style of clothing, had caught your attention.

You could feel eyes shifting to you, a mix of shocked and bewildered looks coming from the students surrounding you both. Among them, you could practically feel his sharp, glaring stare boring into your skull.

He sighed, clearly irritated, before passing the clipboard he held to one of the astonished students. He grumbled something under his breath, clearly struggling to keep his composure.

“Excuse us for a moment… continue with your project,” he ordered through gritted teeth.

Before you could react, he had his arm around your shoulder, guiding you swiftly out of the room and into a quiet, secluded hallway.

Once out of earshot, he released you, crossing his arms and fixing you with a stern, no-nonsense glare.

“Do you realize the kind of attention you’re attracting with those questions?” His brow arched.

You gave him a sheepish grin, scratching the back of your neck as you looked away.

“I didn’t mean for it to slip out,” you admitted, your voice light. “At least… not in front of everyone. But really, it’s tempting.” You glanced back at him, letting the playful curiosity seep back into your gaze.

He sighed, shaking his head slightly as he studied you.

“I can never truly understand what goes on in your head, [Name]. Nor how someone like you manages to be one of the best researchers here,” he muttered, sounding exasperated but almost... begrudgingly impressed. “You were always like this, even back when we were students.”

It was true. Back then, you’d always ranked either at the very top or just below him, your carefree demeanor had led him to believe you didn’t take anything seriously. You had an uncanny ability to get under his skin, and no amount of stern lectures ever seemed to change that.

“Don’t judge a book by its cover, right?” You shrugged, clicking your tongue playfully, adding, “So, is that a yes or a no?” He gave you a hard stare, brow furrowed.

“You’re serious about that?” His frown deepened, and for a moment, he seemed genuinely perplexed.

You were a puzzle he could never quite solve—a Rubik’s cube with infinitely shifting sides, always challenging, always just out of reach.With a heavy sigh, he finally relented, unfolding his arms and extending one toward you.

“Fine,” he said, his voice resigned. “If this will put an end to your pestering, then go ahead.”

You couldn’t hide your delight as you grinned and reached out, fingertips brushing against the firm curve of his arm.

The instant your touch met his skin, a subtle shiver that ran through him, though he tried his best to keep his expression steady. His poker face remained composed, yet you sensed the faintest twitch in his jaw.

Every time you were near, there was this unexplainable spark between you, something that always lingered just beneath the surface.

He’d told himself countless times that he kept it well-hidden, convinced that his practiced, stoic mask shielded him from your perceptive gaze. But there were whispers—others had noticed how he’d look at you, and sometimes he wondered how long he could keep this under wraps. At least, he reassured himself, you hadn’t noticed… yet.

His arm was exactly as it's displayed—defined, solid, with the firmness of something sculpted. As you trailed your fingers along his bicep, you looked up at him, caught in that same sense of wonder you often had when encountering the unknown, that glint in your eyes like a spark of discovery.

He held your gaze, his own expression softening against his will. Somehow, the realization that he could inspire that curiosity in you made something inside him stir—a quiet pride, even if he’d never dare admit it.

“Done?” Arching a brow, though there was something almost gentle in his tone.

You couldn't resist giving his arm a playful squeeze—only for a surprised sound, almost a groan, to slip from him. His cheeks flushed a faint pink as he shot you a glare, yet neither of you moved, frozen in place.

A second passed in that charged silence before you broke it with a shaky laugh.

“A-Ahaha… I-I think that settles it,” you said, flashing an awkward smile as you tried to compose yourself.

He muttered something under his breath, flustered, “This is the last time I’ll indulge any of your whims.” Yet he wasn’t certain he could keep that promise.

“Oh, well, at least I enjoyed my privileges,” you teased, grinning as you attempted to brush past him to rejoin the others.

But before you could slip away, his hand gripped your arm, halting you.

“Since you’ve had your fill… I expect you’ll indulge my curiosities as well,” he murmured, voice low.

You tilted your head, looking up at him, but he didn’t move back. His hand lingered as he traced the curve of your cheek with a feather-light touch, his gaze intent.

“So?” he asked softly, his voice almost a whisper. “Is it a yes or a no?”

⋇⊰JIAOQIU⊱⋇

“Can I… touch your tail?” It was out of the blue to suddenly asked him for his.

But really, who could blame you? His tail was just there, brushing against your legs with that irresistible fluffiness. It was practically begging to be touched!

Jiaoqiu’s ears perked at your request, and though you couldn’t see his expression entirely, you caught a glimpse of his grin hidden behind his fan. He had been waiting for this, teasing you by letting his tail drift closer until you could no longer resist.

“Oh my, aren’t you bold?” He purred, his tail slowly winding around your waist as he leaned in closer. “You do know it’s quite… rude to ask a Foxian such a thing, hm?” His tone was light, yet playful, and his words left you flustered.

Your face heated up, and you scrambled to apologize, “I-I’m sorry, Jiaoqiu! I didn’t mean to—”

“—For strangers,” he interrupted, his voice soft as his free hand reached out, fingers gently brushing against your cheek. His thumb traced a small circle, grounding you with his touch. “But you… you are no stranger to me.”

His voice was a low whisper now, an invitation that made your heart skip a beat. “Go on… touch it,” he urged, his words making your nerves flutter with a mix of excitement and hesitation.

You hesitated, fingers trembling as they moved closer to the soft, salmon tainted fur. Finally, you brushed your fingertips over his tail, feeling its warmth and softness.

His breath hitched, his fan lowering just enough for you to see his lips part slightly.

Each movements sent a shiver through him, and you couldn’t help but notice the way his ears twitched with your every touch. As your hands roamed deeper into the soft fur of his tail, he didn’t try to hide how much he enjoyed it.

But then again, he never really had been hiding it from the start, had he? It was you who had been oblivious to how he truly felt—how close he had always been to you.

His tail curled further around you, brushing against your body as if drawing you in. It wasn’t just his tail; his scent had already imprinted on you, marking something only the other Foxians could understand.

Even after he was gone, that trace of him stayed with you, lingering on your skin as if to remind others that you belonged to him.

“Feel free to touch me…” His voice was low, inviting, with a grin that never wavered. “I don’t mind.”

Was this what heaven felt like? You wondered, your fingers still lost in the softness of his tail, your heart racing as his words settled in the air between you.

Your gaze drifted to his ears, noticing the faint flush at the tips. You couldn’t help the small smile that tugged at your lips at the sight.

Curious, you cautiously reached up, your fingers brushing gently against the soft, white fuzz inside his ears. His reaction was immediate—a slight quiver running through his body as his grin deepened.

“So this…” you murmured, your fingers lingering near the sensitive spot, “Is alright?”

His breath caught again, and he gave a slow nod, allowing you the freedom to explore. “That’s perfectly fine,” he purred, the words dripping with a quiet satisfaction.

He leaned into your touch, his cheek brushing against your arm as you ran your fingers over his ears. A contented purr vibrated through him, but then you felt something... wet?

You froze, confusion flickering across your face as you glanced down. He was nipping at your arm, leaving soft kisses on your skin.

"Jiaoqiu...?" Your heart raced, pounding in your chest as you tried to process what was happening.

He chuckled softly and for a moment, you couldn't tear your gaze away from his eyes. Though his vision was obscured, his golden irises seemed to meet yours through the half-lidded gaze he offered. Even without seeing, there was an unmistakable intensity in the way his eyes stirred with deep and raw emotions.

"When I spoke, you can touch anything... I was hoping for something else... [Name]," he whispered, his lips pressing a delicate kiss into your arm again, this time lingering just a fraction longer. "I suppose I need to be a bit more clear, hm?" His tail unwound from around your waist, and the warmth of his hand moved, sliding down from your cheek to gently grasp your hand.

His fingers intertwined with yours, his grip firm yet gentle, his touch holding an unspoken promise. The playful edge in his voice deepened.

"Why don’t we go to your residence, my little bunny?"

⋇⊰JING YUAN⊱⋇

"Can I... pet Snowmoon?" You ask, your gaze fixed on the lion sprawled lazily beside Jing Yuan’s desk.

All the while the general is hunched slightly over the mountain of paperwork. It’s rare to see him actually working, and you’d be lying if you didn’t occasionally wonder if he just pretended to.

Hechuckles, his eyes lifting from the stack of documents as he props his chin on his hand, watching you with that familiar, teasing smile.

“It’s not me you should be asking for permission… that decision lies with her.” He pauses, giving her a fond glance. “You know she has a mind of her own.” You grin, shrugging with a spark of confidence.

“Oh, please—she only acts so aloof because she’s around you,” you tease. “Animals tend to mirror their owners, after all.” He raises a brow, a flicker of amusement in his eyes, though he lets out another soft chuckle, his gaze warm as it lingers on you.

“Fine,” he relents, a playful warning in his voice. “But don’t go running to me if she growls.” You roll your eyes, standing from the sofa and making your way toward the lion.

The first time you met her, you were admittedly a bit nervous—after all, it’s not every day you come face-to-face with a lion—but any hint of fear quickly melted into awe. Her coat is as pristine as freshly fallen snow, her gaze a clear, serene blue like the depths of the ocean.

As you crouch down beside her, you reach out a tentative hand, stopping just before her nose. She sniffs your fingers curiously, then surprises you by licking them before leaning in, her soft fur brushing against your fingertips.

Her fluffy coat is even softer than you imagined, and you can’t resist a small, quiet “Aw” as you scratch the side of her neck. Her eyes half-close, and you feel the gentle vibrations of her purr against your touch.

“See?” You call over your shoulder, unable to hide your grin. “She’s just a big, fluffy kitten.” She leans in closer, enjoying your attention.

He leaning back in his chair with a feigned huff of indifference, “Hmph, don’t get too comfortable now." You can’t help but notice the slight pout in his features as he watches the scene unfold.

She is notorious for growling at him when he tries to get close. And yet here you are, someone who only occasionally visits his office, getting all the affection.

It’s unfair! But there’s also something undeniably heartwarming about it for him. As he watches you, a faint smile tugs at the corners of his mouth. Two of his favorite things, together right before him. If he could freeze this moment, hold onto it, he would.

Time slips by unnoticed as you sit there, nestled against her, your hands combing through her fur. The big kitten has dozed off, her steady breathing and occasional soft purrs filling the quiet room.

You’d intended to move at some point, but every time you lift your hand just an inch away, she lets out a tiny, sleepy whine and nudges closer, demanding more affection. It’s hard to say no to her.

The thought crosses your mind that she really does resemble her owner in some ways. There are rare moments where he gets... needy. Although her insistence on cuddles is much cuter than his endless, persistent begging.

A low, familiar voice pulls you from your thoughts. “I think that’s enough." Arms crossed as he looks down at you, trying to maintain a serious expression.

There’s a slight frown and a hint of jealousy in his gaze. You smirk, raising a brow.

“Oh? I didn’t quite catch that. What was it you said?” You reply, a playful challenge in your tone.

He sighs, running a hand through his hair, and steps closer. “Don’t make me repeat myself, [Name]. I think I’ve given you more than enough time with her.” She stirs, looking up lazily before resettling against you, as if she’s decided you’re staying right where you are.

With a soft chuckle, you glance up at him, “She seems to disagree, General.”

“Well then, I’ll just have to insist." He takes a few steps toward you, but his progress halts when a low, warning growl rumbles from the lion.

He stops in his tracks, momentarily caught off guard, a rare look of surprise flickering across his face.

You chuckle, shaking your head as you tease, “Aw, poor General. Looks like I’m staying here after all—”

Before you can finish, he moves in a flash, sweeping you up in his arms and lifting you away from Snowmoon’s side. His grip is firm, yet gentle, holding you securely against his chest. How can someone who naps so much move with such speed?

She rises and lets out another displeased growl, her tail lashing slightly as she watches you being spirited away from her side. You glance back at him, and it almost feels like a silent battle between a man and his lion.

His arms tighten around you possessively, and he huffs, “[Name] is mine!”

The lion stares for a moment, then flops down with a disgruntled sigh, clearly deciding the effort isn’t worth it.

He chuckles in triumph, settling back in his chair with you still cradled in his lap. Without a moment’s hesitation, he leans in, nuzzling his head against your neck, his warm breath tickling your skin. You shiver, feeling the softness of his hair brushing your cheek.

“Are you actually jealous of her?” you ask, unable to keep the amusement out of your voice.

He pauses, his gaze meeting yours with a glint of playful mischief.

“Jealous? Me?” He lets out a low chuckle, drawing you even closer, his arms tightened around your waist. “Maybe. But can you blame me?” His voice drops to a whisper, lips now close to your ear. “After all, I’d rather be the one keeping you all to myself...”

⋇⊰SUNDAY⊱⋇

“Can I... see your wings, S-Sunday?” you ask, feeling the name catch slightly on your tongue. After all the time you’ve spent calling him ‘My Lord,’ addressing him by name still feels foreign, as if you’re crossing some unspoken line.

His gaze lifts from his desk, and his eyes meet yours, expression unreadable. It's only been a few months since the two of you moved past mere formalities and into something deeper, but sometimes you still feel like a servant asking for a favor rather than a partner making a simple request.

“Pardon?” His tone is calm, yet curious, those small wings behind his ears twitching slightly.

“Your… other wings?” Your voice barely above a whisper. “I-I mean, if it’s alright with you, of course. I wouldn’t want to—” You stop yourself, feeling the awkwardness bubble up, regretting how impulsive your request had been.

He smiles, a faint chuckle escaping his lips as he observes you. “My dear,” he says, his voice soft and soothing, “Never feel shy to ask anything of me.” Slowly, he rises from his desk, each step deliberate as he approaches you. “Whatever you wish, I am yours to command.” There’s a quiet confidence in his steps, his gaze never breaking from yours.

His fingers tilt your chin up slightly, and his eyes soften, lips curling into a smile that always leaves you a little breathless. And as if it were the most natural thing, he shrugs off his coat, draping it neatly on the sofa beside you.

“Uh... w-what are you doing?” You stammer, trying to keep your composure as he slides out of his outer layer with a practiced ease.

“I thought it was clear,” he replies, voice rich with amusement. “You wish to see my wings, yes?” He finishes folding his coat, his gaze never wavering.

In a single, fluid movement, his two hidden pairs of wings unfurl, and you find yourself awestruck at the sight before you. Each feather fades from an ash-blue at the base to a rich midnight hue. That last pair was far darker, the outermost tips tinged in a shadowy, ashen black.

Though darker than expected for a Halovian’s wings, they exude a potent aura—divine, yes, but laced with an undertone of something almost… sinister. It’s mesmerizing and daunting all at once.

As you sit there speechless, he lowers himself onto the edge of the sofa, his thighs bracketing yours, his wings forming a slowly enclosing cocoon around you. His gaze is unwavering, his lips curving into a small, knowing smile.

“Well?” Voice smooth as butter, his eyes glinting with intrigue. “What do you think?”

“T-They’re… beautiful…” You manage to whisper, captivated by the midnight elegance of his wings.

Almost instinctively, you lift a hand, fingertips itching to trace the delicate lines of his feathers, but you hesitate, unsure if your touch would be welcome.

Noticing your hesitation, his expression softens, and he tilts his head slightly.

“Go on,” he says quietly, a hint of amusement in his tone. “Feel free to touch them.” You reach out, hand trembling just slightly, and your fingers make contact with the nearest feather.

It’s softer than you imagined. You let your hand glide down one of the dark feathers, marveling at the subtle gradient of color and the warmth radiating from his wings.

As your fingertips brush against the soft feathers of his wings, a shudder ripple through him. A low sound escapes his lips, and you glance up, a hint of surprise crossing your face. His grip tightens around the cushion behind you, his knuckles whitening as if he could tear it apart at any moment.

You don’t notice the intensity of the effect your touch has on him, too caught up in the sensation of his wings, twirling your fingers around the delicate feathers.

Halovian wings are known to be sensitive, fragile even. But his wings, especially these two pairs that had been hidden away for a long time, are more so.

They’re darker than most, a reflection of the weight of his past actions, and he’s always kept them concealed, ashamed of what they’ve become.

When you asked to see them, a quiet surge of happiness stirred within him. To have someone, someone he holds so dear, ask to see this part of him… It was something he didn’t expect but longed for. And even more, when you found them beautiful, it filled a void in his heart that had been empty for far too long.

"My dear..." His voice drops a few octaves, darker than usual, as he watches you with half-lidded eyes.

You glance up at him, finally noticing the slight hitch in his breath, the flush creeping across his features. A sudden wave of concern floods you, and you start to open your mouth to ask if you’ve hurt him in any way.

But before you can speak, he leans in, his lips crashing onto yours in a kiss that is anything but gentle. His hands move to cradle your face, pulling you closer as the kiss deepens, his wings fluttering slightly

You’ve always known Sunday to be a gentleman, always composed, always polite. But you had also know that there’s a side of him that’s far more… chaotic. His kiss is desperate, hungry, as though he’s been holding back for too long.

The moment his lips part, the air around you seems to grow thicker, charged with an unspoken tension. His breath, warm and steady, brushes against your skin as his voice, barely a whisper, slips from his mouth.

"My dear... do you wish to see something more.. pleasing?"

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Synopsis: You and Beel were assigned to cook in the kitchen. So you decided prepare a special treat for the brothers and the residents of the Purgatory Hall. Started as an innocent gesture quickly took a turn for the unexpected when an accident occurred. His hunger for sweets would turn to something more.

CW: Nipple sucking, counter sex, biting, rough sex, oral, hair pulling, overstimulation

Pairing/s: Beelzebub x M.Reader

Word Count: 1.6k

Day 5: Praise Kink | Asmodeus»

It was a honest mistake, one that could have happened to anyone. Moments ago, you and Beel were having a great time baking together, laughing and chatting as you created adorable animal-shaped cookies.

But as you carried the batter, your feet seemed to have a mind of their own, and you slipped, landing on your bum with a thud.

"Fuck—" You cursed as you hit the pavement, the wind knocked out of you.

And before you could even process what had just happened, a heavy thump hit your chest, covering you in a mess of batter.

"[Name]!" He called out, rushing to your side with a look of worry etched on his face. "A-Are you okay?" He asked, his voice laced with concern.

You sat up, looking down at your messy state, feeling a bit embarrassed.

"Y-Yeah... I'm fine." You replied, trying to brush off the batter. "Sorry about the batter..." You trailed off, expecting him to be mad or upset.

But instead of anger, he was just silent, staring at you with an intensity that made you feel a bit uneasy. You glanced up at him, worried that perhaps he was mad, but his expression was not what you expected.

"Beel?" You called out, trying to break the silence, and it seemed to do the trick, snapping him out of his trance-like state.

"A-Ah.. it's alright, we can make some again!" He smiled cheerily, ruffling your hair, but there was a glint in his amethyst eyes that you couldn't quite put your finger on. 

As you stood up, helping yourself with the countertops, you turned to him with a smile.

"Well, give me a few mins, I need to change—"

"Change?" He asked, his voice laced with a hint of disappointment.

You nodded, expecting him to understand the reason behind your need to change.

"Yeah, can't be wearing this while baking," you said, cracking a grin, but it quickly faltered as you noticed the look in his eyes.

"But... it's such a waste!" He exclaimed, his finger getting closer to your chest.

You instinctively backed away, chuckling nervously, "Well, we can't just scrape it off my clothes right? So..." You shrugged, trying to play it off.

"I'm here," he said simply, his voice nonchalant. You felt blood rush to your cheeks as you realized what he was implying. No, he couldn't mean that. Perhaps you'd just give him some clothes and—

"I could lick it off," he added as if it was the most normal thing in the world.

You stood there, wide-eyed, unsure of how to react. How could he just say that so... normally?

Had you always looked this delicious? He wondered to himself. Well, he had always found you delicious, but not this much. It makes his heart beat wildly and his cock throbbing hard. Your figure alone makes him drool, but with how the batter's glued onto your skin, it was the cherry on top.

"Beel?" You called out again, trying to snap him out of his trance-like state.

But instead of responding, he simply pinned you against the counter, his head buried in the crook of your neck.

"Beel!" You gasped.

His mouth was on your skin, licking the spilled batter off, his teeth occasionally brushing against your neck, and his hot breath sending shivers down your spine.

As he pushed you further into the counter, forcing you to sit on top of it, you felt something else between your thighs, something hard and pressing. His crotch was brushing against yours, his hardening erection evident even through the thick fabric of his pants.

Your breath hitched as you felt a rush of arousal, heart pounding in your ribcage.

As his eyes locked onto yours, you saw a glimmer of excitement and a hint of a grin spreading across his face. He began to travel down your body, his gaze now fixed on your chest.

His teeth grazed against the thin fabric of your apron and blouse, stopping when his lips felt the remaining batter that coincidentally lay atop of your nipple. You felt a jolt of electricity run through your body as his lips made contact with your skin, and you couldn't help but moan in response.

"W-Wait—" You managed to stammer out, your hand involuntarily grasping a fistful of his messy pumpkin-shaded locks of hair.

You were so sensitive, and this was the first time anything like this had happened. You knew sooner or later one of the brothers would lose control, and it seemed that Beelzebub was the first to succumb to his desires.

As he toyed with your nipple using his tongue soaking the thin fragments of your clothes, you could feel his hands wrapping around your waist, his fingers digging into your garments almost ripping them.

He muttered against your chest, "You taste so good..." His head continued to move further down your body, his lips and tongue tracing the curves of your skin until he was above your stomach.

As his fingers dug deeper into your clothes, ripping the sides of your blouse and apron.

"M'sorry [Name]... need more of you." But it was clear that he was beyond caring about your clothes at this point.

His eyes were fixed on the bowl of remaining batter, and his stomach was growling with hunger. He threw the ripped clothes aside like they were trash, and his hands reached for the bowl.

"Such a waste..." He growled, his voice low and husky. "You wouldn't mind would you, hm..?" He whispered, his head still resting on the crook of your neck.

You eyed the bowl of batter, and your brows knitted together in confusion.

"W-What do you mean?" You asked.

His eyes locked onto yours then he smiled, his teeth glinting in the light.

"I just... want to devour you." His hands reached for the bowl of batter, and he dipped his fingers into it, scooping out a generous amount. He raised his hand, and you saw that he was covered in batter, his fingers dripping with it.

Without warning, he smeared the batter all over your chest and stomach, covering you in a layer of the sticky substance.

As the cold batter hit your sensitive skin, you hissed in shock, your body tensing up in response to the sudden sensation.

"B-Beel! People could see us here—" You moaned, trying to protest, but your words when his teeth sank into you.

It was clear that Beelzebub was in no hurry to let you finish. He was savoring every moment, every sensation, and he didn't want you to come just yet. Not when he hadn't even felt your insides.

His hands slowly travelling down your pants and pulling them down before stopping right above the knees. You could only gasp for air, bitting your lips as he exposed your skin to the warm air.

He reached for the batter again, smearing it all over your thighs, and then, to your surprise, on the tip of your cock making you squirm.

As soon as he was finished, he knelt down whilst his mouth closed around your cock, his lips and tongue working together to send you into a world of pleasure.

His tongue danced around your cock with and his hands gripped your thighs lightly, holding you in place. You tried to stifle the moans that were building up inside you by covering your mouth with your hands, but it was no use.

Your toes curled up inside your shoes as the pleasure became almost too much to bear. Tears began to prickle at the corners of your eyes as his pace quickened, his mouth moving up and down your cock with a fervor.

"Beeeeel..." You moaned, the sound muffled by your hands.

Finally, you couldn't take it anymore, and you felt yourself cumming in his mouth. He swallowed every last drop, his eyes gleaming with satisfaction as he pulled back and looked up at you.

"You taste so good..." He licked his lips, a mix of batter and your cum staining his tounge "N-Need more." With that, he stood up and began to take off his pants, the sound of his belt buckle hitting the floor making you jump.

You watched in a daze as he revealed his own cock, long and thick, and you couldn't help but wonder if it could even fit inside of you. He began to take off his own shirt, freeing his chiseled body. You felt like you were gazing at the body of some ancient Greek God.

"M'going to fill you up," he said, his voice low and menacing, sending shivers down your spine. "Goin' to make you feel so good..." He swiftly inserted himself into you, his cock sliding into your tight ass causing him to groan for how tight and warm it was.

The pain caught you off guard as your body struggled to adjust to his length, and you couldn't help but cry out as he began to pound into you roughly.

"Ah, Beel... it h-hurts," you moaned, your voice barely audible.

As if you weren't overstimulated enough, he leaned down, tongue tracing the curves of your body, licking off the batter from earlier. His actions also maed your sensitive cock grind against his stomach as he continued to move his hips.

He growled against your flushed chest, "Ah, [Name] s-sorry... just need more..." He bit down on your pecks, gaining a loud moan from you.

"Oh f-fuuuck..." You closed your eyes, your body trembling with pleasure.

You couldn't hold your moans any longer, nor did you care if someone heard or saw the two of you. Consequences later. It felt too good being unraveled by The Avatar of Gluttony to even beg him to stop.

He fastened his pace, getting closer to his climax, he became more aggressive, eating your body and leaving bite marks and hickeys everywhere.

After what seemed like hours of being rachised by him you felt the warm, slick cum shooting deep into your ass. You couldn't help but cum as well, painting his pecks with your own. Honestly, you felt like you were going to pass out any moment.

"I love you, [Name]..."

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Day 7: Morning Sex | Belphegor» [WIP]

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Synopsis: You had lost yourself in the midst of trying to fit in, constantly chasing the latest trends and conforming to societal expectations. No matter how hard you tried, you couldn't shake off the feeling of emptiness. You had forgotten what it meant to be yourself, and the mirror reflected a stranger's face staring back at you. Nobody saw your suffering, nobody but him.

CW: Insecurity, slight angst (?), mating press, creampie

A/N: I know it's late but I was a bit busy though I will finish it. Also, thank you for the 100 followers it means so much to me I might do something special if I have the time💖

Pairing/s: Asmodeus x F.Reader

Word Count: 1.8k

Day 4: Exhibitionism | Satan»

You had always been insecure about yourself, constantly trying to keep up with the latest trends and fashions in an attempt to feel included. But no matter how hard you tried, it always felt hollow. Like you were just going through the motions, pretending to be someone you're not.

Even after being acquainted with the demons of Devildom, with all the praise and compliments you received, a part of your mind was always shutting them off. Telling you that it was all just a facade, a way for them to get closer to you, to taint your soul.

The angels weren't much help either. Simeon, the first angel you met, was now more of a demon himself. Luke, on the other hand, was still just a child, oblivious to the ways of the world, and his compliments were more like innocent observations. And then there was Raphael, who you barely spoke at all.

Nobody noticed all the signs, nobody but Asmo. He saw the way your smile faltered whenever he complimented your looks, the way you stared at others with envy and the way you seemed to shrink away whenever he tried to get you to try new things.

He had always been perceptive, but you had never realized just how much he saw until now.

You sat on his lavish bed, and you couldn't help but notice the puzzled expression on his face. He was staring at you with a frown, his eyes scrutinizing every inch of your face. A shiver ran down your spine as he sat beside you, his finger twirling around your hair in a gentle, soothing motion.

"Is something wrong, Asmo?" You inquired.

 He sighed, his eyes never leaving yours, "Recently, I've noticed you weren't... enjoying yourself," his voice uncharacteristically low and husky. "Tell me, dear, why?"

You chuckled softly, trying to brush off his concerns, "I-I don't know what you're talking about. Despite all of this being new, I do enjoy myself—thanks to you and your brothers, of course." But he was not so easily fooled.

"You're not being honest to me, dear," he whispered, his voice dripping with a hint of disappointment. "And you know I don't like being lied to." he fully cupped your cheek, drawing closer until you could feel the warmth of his breath on your skin. "I want to know what's really going on, dear... What's been bothering you?" Tears pricked at the corners of your eyes, and you had to blink them away, trying to compose yourself.

Turning your head to the side, trying to look away, but his grip on your cheek only tightened, his fingers digging gently into your skin forcing you to stare back at him.

"I..." You wanted to make up a reason, to hide your pain, but your throat felt dry and empty of words.

His gaze burned into your skin. It felt different this time, not the usual seductive gaze that he used to try and charm you. Instead,

"It's j-just..." You started but the words caught in your throat.

How could you put your feelings into words? You don't even know if you could say it aloud alone, more so to another person.

"Tell me, dear..." He rubbed his thumb in a circular motion. "Tell me the truth... what's been bothering you?" Before you even realized it, your body moved on its own, wrapping your arms around his waist and burying your face in his chest.

You began sobbing uncontrollably, the tears flowing freely as you finally allowed yourself to release all the pent-up emotions that had been building up inside you.

You didn't know why you were crying or why you had broken down but it just happened. And to your surprise, he didn't question it or try to stop you. Instead, he simply hugged you back, his arms wrapping around you all the while his hands rubbing your back in a gentle, soothing motion.

After what seemed like hours, your tears finally dried up, but you continued to hug him tightly. You felt a sense of security in his presence, one that makes your heart skip a beat.

You spoke with a hushed voice, "You know Asmo, I envy you. You're always so confident of yourself.. you don't care what others say about you." He hummed along, his chest vibrating with the sound. "I wish I were like you... I dreamed of being like you, but something in me.. prevents that. Whenever I look in the mirror, there's always something missing.. and I-I can't put a finger on what it is." Each shaky words you let out, his arms tightened around you, holding you closer.

He kissed the top of your head, his lips warm and comforting.

"Shhh... " He whispered, "My dear, you're perfect just as you are, don't bother envying others. You could be in the finest clothes, but if it doesn't come from inside, it won't feel real." He rested his chin on your head, his breath warm against your skin. "When I look at you, I see perfection, someone who doesn't need to change anything to be loved." You felt a lump form in your throat as you listened to him, his words touching a deep part of you.

You could feel tears pricking at the corners of your eyes again, but this time they were tears of joy and gratitude. You felt seen and heard by someone. His words were like a warm hug, enveloping you.

Talks with him had always felt different. He didn't sound like a demon, incapable of such emotions, or an angel, oblivious to the complexities of mortal feelings. No, he talked like a human would comfort each other, with empathy and understanding.

Unbeknownst to you, a smirk slowly carving its way onto his porcelain-like skin. "No need to thank me, my dear... " His voice low and husky. "I was merely saying the truth! ...In truth, I should be the one to thank you...~" You furrowed your brow, confusion etched on your face.

"What do you mean by that?" But he didn't answer.

Instead, he pushed you down onto the soft and plump mattress, his eyes gleaming with a strange, wild aura. As you looked up at him, you saw that his eyes were glowing a hot pink.

"Because you bless me with your divine form, " he whispered, each word laced with honey. "I'll show you just how perfect you are." He smiled, his long, slender fingers trailing up his robe, pulling it open.

As the fabric parted, you gasped, your eyes widening in shock. He was naked beneath his robe, his slim get masculine body on full display. Your gaze was drawn to his groin, where his dick was throbbing with excitement, the reddening tip already glistening with precum.

Crawling towards you, his hands began to trail down your skirt, pulling it down along with your underwear. His head now buried in the crook of your neck, his warm breath sending shivers down your spine.

"You wouldn't ever be ashamed of yourself again," he whispered onto your skin. "I'll show you how much I admire and love you." His fingers slowly explored your body, tracing the curves of your hips and thighs.

His mouth trailed down your neck, his lips kissing and nipping at your skin. His tongue danced across your collarbone, leaving a trail of fire in its wake. You felt your body respond to his touch, your nipples hardening and your pussy growing wet with desire.

"I'll make you feel how perfect you are, my dear. " Laying soft kisses on your body. "I'll show you that you're worthy of love and admiration." He then positioned himself between your legs, his dick throbbing with excitement.

He teased your wet entrance, grinding his tip against your sensitive hole, and you couldn't help but let out a moan of anticipation. Shivers run down his spine, letting out shaky breathes as he looked at you with half-lidded eyes.

You could see the hunger in his eyes, the need to possess you, to make you his. And you knew that this wasn't just about sex, it was about something more.

The demon wanted to tease you a bit longer, to build up the tension, to make you beg for it. But he himself couldn't take it longer, his own need for you was too much to bear. So, he pushed it all in, his dick sliding deep into your wet and willing pussy.

"Aaah..!" You cried out, feeling the rush of pleasure as he filled you up.

You were so tight and warm inside, your gummy walls greedily welcoming him, hugging him tightly. His pace was slow, but deliberate, making sure to dig his dick deep into yours. He wanted you to feel it, to feel the pleasure and the pain, to feel him kissing your cervix.

He grinned, the sounds you were making music to his ears, a symphony of pleasure and desire."My... my, such a melody you're making~" Then, he harshly thrusted, bullying your pussy, making you cry out in shock and pleasure.

The demon of lust's pace started slow, but over time it got faster and harsh. You could hear the bed creak and groan under his speed, pistoning in and out of you with only one thing in mind, to pleasure you. His lips left sloppy kisses on your body, not leaving any surface untouched, as he devoured you whole.

"A-Asmo..! Ugh... s-slow down!" You cried out, yet your pleas fell on deaf ears.

He seemed to be fueled by your words, his thrusts becoming even more intense and frenzied.

"But why my dear? When...ah.. this is what you deserved," he groaned.

His hand then travelled to your side, gripping your waist as he pulled it down meeting his thrusts. The other pushed your legs further apart, pressing you deeper into the mattress.

Fingers digging into your skin as he fucked you senselessly. You were trapped, unable to move or escape, as he ravished your body.

You were so close to one another, his chest against your breasts, and his lips against your ear, whispering praises, "See how good you make me feel? You... y-you don't need to change it. Ah, fuck... your beauty made me fall in love with you." He nibbled at your ear, his teeth grazing against your skin, sending shivers down your spine.

Moaning into your ear when his dick hit the right spot or when your walls constricted around him. You felt like you were seeing and feeling heaven.

Looking down at your body, your skin flushed and breasts pressed against his . You felt like you were one with him, like your bodies were meant to be together.

You were so close to coming, so close to reaching the peak of your pleasure. And as his thrusts became more frenzied, you knew that you were going to come soon. You could feel it building up inside you, a wave of pleasure that was going to crash over you.

Then, it happened, you were undone by the Avatar of Lust. You came, your body shuddering with pleasure as his dick pulsed inside you.

As you lay there, still reeling from the aftershocks of your orgasm, his body limped on top of yours, chest heaving with exhaustion. But despite his spent state, his dick was still buried deep inside you, still pulsing with a gentle warmth that sent shivers down your spine.

You reached out to touch his chest lazily, your hand making contact with his warm skin.

"Asmoo..." You murmured, your voice barely above a whisper.

He was not done yet. The demon kissed your cheek, his lips brushing against your flushed skin.

"Don't talk yet, my dear," he whispered. "I'm not done telling the truth."

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Day 6: Food Play | Beelzebub»

[mrmeawmeaw]

˚✧𝐀 𝐒𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐥 𝐃𝐚𝐲 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟒✧˚

Synopsis: It only happens once a year and the Seven Rulers of Hell wanted it to be perfect for you. You're the one who mended their relationships, if you weren't born then perhaps their situation with be a lot more different. They hoped they made this day memorable for you.

CW: Lesson 6 [Beel] & 16 [Belphie] spoilers, suggestive, angst

A/N: So yeah today's my birthday aaaand I wanted to treat myself and those who read this on their birthdays💝

Word Count: 2.3k

🧡༻✧ Lucifer [305] 💜༻✧ Mammon [401] 🧡༻✧ Leviathan [254] 💜༻✧ Satan [273] 🧡༻✧ Asmodeus [401] 💜༻✧ Beelzebub [337] 🧡༻✧ Belphegor [398]

⋇⊰LUCIFER⊱⋇

You should expect the most grandest and highest-class celebration you've ever seen. He never disappoints!

Although normally, Lucifer isn't a morning demon, today he's got noticeable energy early in the morning, it's your special day after all!

He's the first person to call you at midnight because he stayed up for you he's still up doing paperwork. Ah but don't worry, he won't be doing any more work all throughout the day. His focus is all on you!

You won't even know what's coming up, he leaves out a few hints here and there but you cannot fathom the entirety of the things he prepared for you. It felt like a crime to accept his high-quality and most probably expensive gifts. Yes, gifts, not just one but multiple.

When everything has ended, you're going straight to his room much to his brothers' dismay. You'll be stuck with him all night, sitting in his lap as he toyed with your hair, his mind deep in thought.

The impact that you made on his brothers—the impact you made on him—is far bigger than you could imagine. And that fact scares him.

Each year you get older... weaker. Days like this remind him of your mortality, that you cannot stay with them forever. What would he do when you leave him and he can't do anything to stop it? It make his chest tighten every time it crosses his mind but he refuses to let it ruin the sweet moments he gets to spend with you. He'll make sure every second counts.

You'll never know how grateful he is that he has you in his life, in his brothers' lives. He may be a bit stubborn at times and doesn't admit it. But there is one way where he can show you how grateful he is...

⋇⊰MAMMON⊱⋇

It'll be one of a day when you're with this guy! That's for sure. Just get ready to have the best birthday ever with no one other than the Great Mammon! You should be grateful he's putting all his effort into this!

Wanted to be the first to tell you since he was your first! ...But he fell asleep and immediately felt bad. You swear he was about to cry there and then when he repeatedly apologizes to you.

Somehow he's still a tsundere through the day even if he's the most excitedly of the brothers. For he has his little crows give you trinkets such as bracelets, sweat, and love letters from him. When you question him about this he reasons out that they have a mind of their own and he's totally not telling them to send them to you 'cause he can't do it himself! Do you think that low of him!?

He snuck you off during the party and finally handed out to you his present personally. Honestly, he feels a bit overwhelmed when his brothers have all their eyes on them, and this place... this kitchen... it holds a special memory for the both of you. It may be a bit odd for something that's supposed to be grand and formal but this is when you made a pact with him... when he began to stir something for you.

The gift is not as expensive as Lucifer's not because he is selfish or whatnot, instead, he focuses more on the effort he put into the gift. The meaning it holds. That's what he cared about the most.

Prays that you don't hate it and when you didn't and even told him you loved it. He teared up. Hugging you and twirling you around the room. Definitely kiss you as well right after it.

He may be a bit excited and emotional than you but he just really appreciates and loves you, so he hopes you don't mind him. You're not just important to him but his brothers as well and today's the day you were brought into the world, the reason why he's family's whole again, why he's able to look forward to something every time he wakes up. You've made a change in everyone's life, not just his brothers, but people like the angels and the Demon Prince, and he has to say thanks somehow.

⋇⊰LEVIATHAN⊱⋇

Just another day where he spends it all in his room playing games and watching TSL. He's just constantly looking at the time because... a new season is about to come up! Not because he's waiting to call you by midnight and wants to be the first to say happy birthday!

Levi doesn't know how he's going to celebrate your birthday, he hasn't been this stressed about something so not otaku-like in decades. He's worried that he'll ruin your big day and it'll be memorable for the wrong reason. What if he gets you something that you dislike and they you began hating him!?

This day is making him more nervous than he would like to admit but he can't help it! You're his best friend, an actual physical person that he can confidently talk with to his heart's contents without being judged or laughed at, someone he's fortunate enough to know and love—if only he could tell you that without running off or words just falling off his mouth.

His gift was something limited addition from a show or game that you adored. He tried so hard to find it just for you so he really really hopes you loved it! Even if it's the last one he doesn't mind giving it to you.

It's the least he can do for how much you helped him, how much you meant to him, and even though he still struggles saying how he truly feels, he promises that he'll do his best for you.

⋇⊰SATAN⊱⋇

The day before... or more accurately, a week before your birthday, he already has a very detailed list of things to do today. He wanted it to be perfect for you! It's what you deserved after all.

You went to all your favorite places and did all the activities he knows you enjoy, along with new journeys that fit your liking. He only listed out all the things you loved since seeing you smile is more than enough for him.

Satan put a lot of thought into his gift, he doesn't want to just give anything, it needs a meaning to it! Plus, he needs to one-up Lucifer and this was the perfect chance. His gift should show you how much you've changed him; the new feelings you made him experience; and that even if he lost control of his anger, you still love and accept him for what he is.

He poured his heart onto this gift and he won't lie, he was a bit worried he'll disappoint you but you didn't! He breathed out a sigh of relief one he wasn't aware he was holding. Seeing you so enthusiastic opening his present, the shine in your eyes when you finally see it, he'll keep that memory in his mind.

Just like the eldest, he's reminded of your mortality but this is not the day to ponder about that plus there's one more thing yet to be checked in his list! That is staying the night in his room. Just you and him... the books and cats... and the growing desire he has been holding back ever since the clock chimed midnight.

⋇⊰ASMODEUS⊱⋇

He's always a big talk when it comes to his beauty sleep but when it comes to you, he'll drop that in a heart bit. Your reaction is worth more and he wants bragging rights to say that he told you happy birthday first.

Today is your big day after all! It's the day you were brought into this world to be down here with him—and his brothers of course! He wants all the attention to you, you deserve it after what you've done for them... to him especially.

Expect him to be your designated fashion designer. He doesn't want you to look bad on your birthday! So all your outfits should be not just outstanding but they have to be iconic! He'll make sure you're the hot topic in Devilgram.

Of course, he's gifts have style in them! Everything fits your taste and he's confident you'll fall in love with them like he did with you. He has always had a keen eye for what you love, storing all the knowledge until this day.

All throughout the celebration, he'll take pictures with every move you make. For once, he isn't the main model. He wants to show you off, to show these demons how beautiful you are and how lucky he is that he has you in his arms!

Asmo insisted on staying with him after the party so you and he could do his nightly routine. Just basking in your glow and enjoying your presence. No sharing, no interruptions, just you and him having a moment.

You were the few who see him as a person, for his capabilities and feelings. Not someone of his sin, not someone who only admires him for his beauty. At first, he was a bit iffy that you were charmed but that only built a genuine relationship between the two of you.

Back then, he thought he could never love someone as he loves himself, it was impossible... and if he did it never lasts. His feelings die off and he'll find a new. But you... you made the Avatar of Lust head over heels for you and you will succumb to the consequences.

You should've expected it... bathing with someone who has feelings for you leads to a pleasurable ending. Don't back off now, you did this, you made him fall and he'll show you how deep his love can go.

⋇⊰BEELZEBUB⊱⋇

He's soooo excited and takes today very seriously. If somebody messes up it up, he'd be so upset especially if that fool is not one of his brothers. Nobody will ruin your day on his watch!

Oh, and Beel will make sure you'll eat so good today, so much so that little tummy of yours won't be able to handle it all. As soon as he gets the chance, you'll be dragged to every restaurant, and by every he meant. Already full? Well, make room 'cause it ain't done yet!

But you see, that isn't his gift, his gift is a dish he personally made for you. Every flavor is to your liking... he personally tasted it just to be double—triple sure.

Food makes him happy and so he got you so much because he also wanted you to feel the joy he gets from eating! It makes him warm and fuzzy inside whenever you're eating with him, sometimes he doesn't even want to eat the dishes because what he wants is... you.

He's well aware food is his thing and it bothers him. All he wants—actually, sometimes he doesn't even want to but his body just needs to eat and eat; he never feels full and he can't stop. That's what it had been ever since he fell but you changed him... the slightest. He still eats, a lot, but now he enjoys it what he loves most is spending time with you even if you doing absolutely nothing. Those moments make him full but with bliss.

These are his simple ways to show his gratitude to the changes you made not just to him, but his brothers as well. You had a big impact on them. Heck, you reunited him with his twin; you listened to him rant about his nightmares of Lilith; and you poured effort into mending their relationship.

All of his brothers, especially him, love and adore you. He hopes you can see it through their actions, words, and gifts.

⋇⊰BELPHEGOR⊱⋇

He tried to stay up, key word tried, but he succumbed to his sin and fell asleep midway. He has an entire day to tell you happy birthday tomorrow so why should he bother staying up? For the bragging rights? Belphie knows you'll be cuddling with him by the end of the day whether he's first to not.

Even with his nonchalant attitude—which his brothers were a little bit peeved about—he already had something in his sleeve. You know him so much at this point that you can see that he's also as excited as his brothers, he just doesn't show it very well.

Right after the party, he snuck you away to the balcony, which gave you a clear view of the Devildom skies. You've always done this with him but even still, you can't help but be in awe. Tonight was different though, instead of the stars shifting into different animals or scenarios of his brothers, it instead spelled out words: "Happy Birthday [Name]," then there were stars imitating fireworks exploding.

All throughout his eyes were only on you, seeing how your eyes shone filled him with much joy. He snuggled deep into the crook of your neck as you giggled. This felt like he was back in the Celestial Realm... then he remembered the scummy things he had done.

He had been awful to you: he had said many sarcastic things that sometimes hurt you; he'd been treating situations like they were not a big deal; then... the most infamous thing, killing you in that forsaken attic after you helped him escape. He expected you to hate him, to not bother talking to him—you did, for like a few days but after that, you were willing to forgive him and to start over.

You're the reason that he's out of the attic and reunited with his twin, the reason to be with his family again and not isolated. He knows he still has issues to fix but with your help, he knows he'll take the right step. Sometimes in his sleep, he dreams of a world without you, if you didn't listen to him back then or didn't forgive him. He'd be lost, forever stuck in that cage, out of touch with his twin.

He owes you so much and he swears he'll make you happy and safe. He promises you that...

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🔞˚✦𝐃𝐚𝐲 𝟒: 𝐄𝐱𝐡𝐢𝐛𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐢𝐬𝐦 | 𝐒𝐚𝐭𝐚𝐧✦˚🔞

Synopsis: As your birthday drew near, Satan had been planning a surprise for you, a serene picnic date where you could spend some quality time together. As time went by, it seemed he had other ideas in mind on how to spend the remaining daylight.

CW: Public sex, nipple sucking & pinching, cowgirl, mating press, creampie

Pairing/s: Satan x F.Reader

Word Count: 1.2k

Day 3: Shower Sex | Leviathan»

You sat together on the blanket, surrounded by the serene atmosphere of the park, Satan couldn't help but gaze at you with adoration. Your birthday was nearing, and he wanted to make this picnic date one to remember, despite knowing that his brothers would soon rear their ugly heads.

"Did you enjoy it, my kitten?" He asked as he gently fixed a stray hair that had escaped your ponytail, tucking it behind your ear.

You giggled, "Yes! I loved it all!" Your eyes sparkled with delight as you raised both hands up to the sky, taking in a deep breath of the fresh air. "I do miss being here. I mean, it's beautiful in Devildom, but it still feels different back here." His eyes crinkled at the corners as he smiled, gaze never leaving yours.

He leaned in closer, "I'm glad you're enjoying it, my kitten. But I have to say, I'm enjoying the view even more." Running his thumb over your cheek he grinned mischievously.

You looked back at him, your eyes meeting his, and chuckled sheepishly when you noticed he was gazing at you as he said so. You glanced away, missing the dark glint that flashed between his adoring green eyes.

The air seemed to thicken with tension as his gaze lingered on you, his eyes roving over your face, your chest, and your entire body. 

"Well..." His words were dripping with honey, "Will I not get anything for a thanks?"

 "A thanks?" You echoed the question. "What do you have in mind, hm?" You leaned in closer, your faces inches from each other.

His eyes seemed to gleam with excitement as he raised his other hand, and cupped your left cheek, his fingers tracing the curve of your jaw.

"Hmm... I have so many ideas... so many wants," he purred. While his free hand grabbed one of yours, guiding it closer to his bulge. You could feel the heat of his erection pressing against your palm. "But I suppose we can start with this..." He let out a soft sigh.

Your breath hitched, your face reddening in a blink of an eye. "W-Wait—we're in public Satan! You shouldn't... you can't just do this here!" You tried to pull your hand back, but his grip was like a vice, holding you in place.

Soft kisses on your cheeks, slowly guiding down onto your neck, sent a wave of pleasure through your body. 

"Shhh..." His warm breath brushed against your skin. "If you be quiet no one will hear us. Unless... you want everyone to know how much I love you~" He giggled, lovingly sucking the sensitive part of your neck.

You bit your lips, trying to stop any noises that might attract unwanted attention. All his words were laced with a hint of mischief, and you knew that he was determined to make you scream with pleasure.

"A shame... but it doesn't matter." Emerald orbs gleamed with intensity. He pushed you onto the ground, both his arms on either side of you, trapping you. "I'll still show you how much you mean to me." His gaze seemed to bore into your soul, and you felt a shiver run down your spine.

Without warning, he captured your lips in a heated and passionate kiss, his tongue invading your mouth and exploring every part of it. His hands moved on their own, eagerly freeing his hardened cock, already glistening with precum.

You felt a jolt of electricity as he hastily removed your skirt and pretty much ripped your panties off, the sound of the fabric tearing sending a shiver down your spine.

Then he pushed aside your hips, making space for him. But he was being the tease he always was, brushing the tip of his cock against your entrance, causing you to whine in frustration. You were so ready to be filled by him, to feel him inside you, but he seemed to be taking his sweet time.

"Sataaan..." You whispered, ready for it to be done as quickly as possible given the situation.

"So needy... makes me want to toy with you more," he purred, reaching up and unbuttoning your blouse, pushing your bra downwards before sucking one of your breasts into his mouth.

The other toyed with by his hands, his fingers pinching your nipples and sending a jolt of pleasure through your body.

"A-Ah..!" You cried out, covering your mouth with your hand to stifle the sound. You didn't dare look at him, but you knew he was grinning.

At once, he swiftly pushed his entire length into you causing you to gasp out. You kicked your legs in the air as you cried out, "Aaah!" Voice muffled by your own hand, but still loud enough to be heard. "Mmhm.. mm..." Feeling each of his veins as he pulsed inside you.

You could hear the soft purr erupting from his throat, a sound that sent shivers down your spine.

His pace was slow, but deep, each thrust designed to maximize your pleasure. He seemed to be savoring the sensation of being inside you, his eyes closed in ecstasy as he moved.

"My kitten... you feel so good," he whispered, his voice husky. "So tight, so warm... I could stay inside you forever."

His hand then traced towards your back, his face now locked onto your neck, and you felt a shiver run down your spine. He suddenly pulled you onto his lap, his other hand gripping your hips, bouncing you on his dick. Your arms instinctively wrapped around his neck, holding on tight as he began to move you up and down.

You had the perfect view of the park, but fortunately, there were very few people around your area. However, you were still unable to look around to see if someone was walking by, and instead, you buried your head into his hair.

"F-Fuck..." you cursed onto his golden locks, the sensation of his dick sending waves of pleasure through your body.

The demon's laughter was low, "You like that, my kitten?" He whispered against your skin, "You like being fucked in public, where anyone can see us?" You could barely lift your head or open your mouth to make a cohesive sentence, all that came out were moans and whines.

This only seemed to make his grin wider, his eyes sparkling with mischief. Your beautiful sounds, slightly muffled by his hair, had become louder than before, and he seemed to be feeding off of them.

Whenever he wondered if someone was watching, it gave him even more energy to push on and pound your insides until you were all but begging for mercy.

"Ah, my kitten, you're so loud," he teased.

As he spoke, he began to pound into you even harder, his thrusts becoming more rapid and intense. You felt like you were being torn apart.

Just as you thought you were about to come, his body tensed up, and he let out a loud groan. You felt his hot cum painting your pink gummy walls.

As you lay there, limping and exhausted, you heard the sounds of people talking in the distance and your heart dropped off your chest but at the same time... you were a bit excited. His eyes lit up with excitement, and he grinned at you mischievously.

"Shall we give them another show?"

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Day 5: Praise Kink | Asmodeus»

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🔞˚✦𝐃𝐚𝐲 𝟑: 𝐒𝐡𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐫 𝐒𝐞𝐱 | 𝐋𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧✦˚🔞

Synopsis: Spring always brings Levi a sense of dread. He had to deal with the consequence of his part-serpent form. Normally, he would retreat to his room, shutting himself away from the world, and rely on his 2D waifus to help him cope with his desires. However, with your arrival in his life, everything has changed. The question is, are you ready to satisfy his needs and indulge his desires?

CW: Scratching, mention of pornographic videos, shower sex, marking, creampie, double penetration, double dick, demon form

Pairing/s: Leviathan x F.Reader

Word Count: 1.5k

Day 2 Car & Drunk Sex | Mammon»

There was one secret that Levi had kept hidden from everyone, one thing that he had never dared to share. It was the reason why he would lock himself in his room every spring, refusing to let anyone in, not even you. As an angel in the Celestial Realm, he had never experienced this phenomenon, but as a demon, specifically a leviathan, it seemed to be a part of his nature.

He had always been able to manage his desires on his own, finding ways to satiate his needs through his own imagination. He would conjure up scenarios that he knew would never come to pass or imagine himself as the star of the pornographic videos he had stumbled upon. But, he had a preference for hentai over real-life videos.

However, everything changed when you entered his life. Your presence had awakened a desire within him that he couldn't ignore, a craving that couldn't be satisfied by him. He found himself needing the real, physical you, but he was too shy to confront you about it.

At first, Levi tried to make do with imagining you in his fantasies. He would picture you pumping his dick or sucking him dry, but the more he relied on these fantasies, the less effective they became. He needed the touch, the taste, and the feel of you, but he didn't know how to tell you.

Days turned into weeks, his frustration grew and the sound of your voice on the other side of his door didn't help, "Levi...? Are you ok? You've been in there for weeks..." Your sweet voice would call out to him, and he would be left in dead silence, unable to respond.

A little bit of him would die each time he failed to muster up the courage to tell you how he felt.

But then, something inside of him snapped. At the height of his heat, he lost all control. The door to his room creaked open as he slowly stepped out into the empty hallway.

His heavy breaths were accompanied by a low mumble of your name, "[Name]..." He could smell the sweet scent of your soap and shampoo, and his body responded instinctively.

He took a slow step towards the bathroom door, his heart pounding in his chest. He could hear the faint sound of the water droplets from the shower, and his imagination ran wild.

He pictured you in there, standing under the warm water, your perfect body glistening with soap. His hands ached to explore your curves, to feel your soft skin beneath his fingertips.

"[Name]..." He whispered again, his voice barely audible. He took another step closer to the bathroom door, his body trembling.

He knew it wasn't right, but he couldn't help himself. He was drawn to you like a moth to a flame, and he couldn't resist the temptation.

His slender hands trembled, they slowly turned the handle and pushed open the bathroom door. The moment the door creaked open, your scent shot inside his senses, sending his controls into overdrive. The iris of his eyes slit like a snake's as his demon form began to slip out.

Dark scales began to form on his skin, his head feeling hot and heavy as he could faintly feel his horns poking out. He knew he had to relax, to calm himself down before he lost complete control. But it was hard, so hard, when you were standing inside the little moist glass box.

He shyly grinned as he called out, his voice a bit raspy from the effort of trying to contain his desires, "[Name]...~" He leaned onto the glass, his eyes drinking in the sight of you. "[Name]..."

You turned around, warry and gasped, instinctively covering your body with your arms. He frowned at the sight. Why do you hide your godly body from him? Didn't you know that he worshiped you, that he thought you were the most beautiful creature in all of existence?

"L-Levi! What are you doing?!" You exclaimed, your voice trembling slightly.

"I...I just wanted to see you," he stammered, his voice barely above a whisper. He didn't know what else to say, didn't know how to explain the overwhelming desire that had driven him to come to you like this. "Just want to taste you..." He gasped, his hands finally managing to open the door.

Your lover looked like an animal in heat, his body tense and his muscles rippling beneath his skin. His black scaly tail wagged wildly behind him. "Don't hide it from me..." He groaned, his hands trying to peel off your arms that covered your body.

His claws dug deep into your skin, and you flinched, "L-Levi wait—it hurts!" Though he seemed lost, he still lightened his grip in the slightest.

The demon didn't care that his clothes were getting wet. He would take them off eventually. Pushing you into the wall and capturing your lips in a heated kiss. His forked tongue explored your mouth, sending shivers down your spine.

His tail wrapped around your waist, pulling you even closer to him. You could feel his erection pressing against you, his body burning. While his hands roamed over your body, claws scratching against your skin.

Your hands, seemingly of their own accord, traveled downwards, removing his pants and then his boxers. As the fabric fell away, you were shocked to see not one, but two erect penises staring back at you.

His grin was unmistakable, even against your lips, and his orange eyes gleamed with pride as he watched your shocked expression.

"Impressed?" He took pride in his unique feature, knowing that among his brothers, he was the only one with two dicks.

You tried to speak, to express your concerns yet he hushed you with a quick kiss. His teeth nipped at the lower part of your lip.

His eyes locked onto yours and whispered, "Huush... it'll fit... I'll make it." His lips traced down your neck. "I'll make you feel so good, you'll forget all about your doubts."

He left deep love marks along your sensitive neck, his lips and tongue tracing a path of fire that left you breathless. You didn't have to wait long to feel the tips of his cocks at your entrances, and he whispered, "Deep breaths, my prize... You would only feel my love." You took a deep breath, trying to prepare yourself for what was to come.

But nothing could have prepared you for the sensation of both of his cocks entering you at the same time.

"Gah!" Your toes curled at the pain and pleasure that washed over you.

Your pussy and ass were filled by the demon's hard cocks, and you felt like you were going to be torn apart. He held you in place, his claws digging into your highs as he began to roughly thrust into you.

"Ahhh... L-Levi..." You moaned, barely able to open your eyes or keep your mouth closed as more unholy music came out of it.

His response was to thrust harder, deeper into you, his cocks pounding into you like a jackhammer. You felt like you were going to come apart at the seams, but your body seemed to be begging for more.

As he removed a hand from your thigh to rip his shirt off, the cold droplets from the shower rained down on his burning body, and it was a clear turn-on for him.

His orange eyes traveled down to where you were connected, and he couldn't help but grin at the sight of his cocks disappearing into your tight holes. "You were made for me... meant to be together, to be my player two.. ahah..." He leaned into your chest, his hot breath sending shivers down your spine.

Despite his confident movements, it was clear that this was a new experience for him, and he was still sensitive. But he didn't let that stop him, and he continued to thrust into you with reckless abandon.

You could feel him drawing near, his body tensing up as he prepared to come. "C-Come.. in.. pleeeasuh..." You tried your best to muster a complete sentence, but it was a mumbling mess.

You leaned your head back in pleasure, your mouth agape. His widened as he heard your words.

"Hehe..." He leaned in closer, his voice barely above a whisper. "I'll put it deep... deep into your core." He was glad that he was the one who had taken and destroyed your virginity, to be the first who had painted your pink walls with white.

With one final thrust, he came, his cocks exploding with lumps into you as he let out a loud roar of pleasure. You felt his hot seed filling you up, and your body responded by contracting around him, milking him for every last drop.

His tail wagged softly behind him still slightly aching with how hard he had hit it against the floor multiple times. But despite the discomfort, he didn't care. He was too caught up in the moment, too caught up in the pleasure of being with you.

He doesn't yet dare pull out of you, instead leaned in and kissed you for one last time. His lips were soft and gentle, a stark contrast to the rough and passionate way he had just taken you.

"Let's... do this again, hm?"

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Day 4: Exhibitionism | Satan»

[mrmeawmeaw]

🔞˚✦𝐃𝐚𝐲 𝟐: 𝐂𝐚𝐫 & 𝐃𝐫𝐮𝐧𝐤 𝐒𝐞𝐱 | 𝐌𝐚𝐦𝐦𝐨𝐧✦˚🔞

Synopsis: Once a month, you'd visit the human realm, accompanied by one of the demons and angels. It's a chance for them to experience the world you call home, to meet your loved ones, and to explore the unfamiliar sights and sounds of the human world. But today, with Mammon by your side, the excursion took an unexpected turn, spiraling out of control and reaching heights you never could have anticipated.

CW: Oral, cowgirl, drunk sex, car sex, scratching, hair pulling

Pairing/s: Mammon x M.Reader

Word Count: 1.3k

Day 1: Sadism & Humiliation | Lucifer»

It was a rare treat to have one of the demons—may it be the brothers, the demon prince, or his butler—accompany you to the human world. This time, the second of the brothers, the Avatar of Greed, Mammon who had joined you on this adventure.

You had spent the day going around the city, laughing and joking together, and by nightfall, he had suggested visiting a particular bar. You had agreed, wanting him to enjoy his stay and experience the things he wanted to do.

As you entered the bar, his eyes lit up at the sight of the various drinks on offer. You had warned him to control himself with the drinks but he had simply laughed, insisting that human alcohol barely has any effect on him—a powerful demon. He had proceeded to order the strongest drink on the menu, and you had tried to keep an eye on his consumption.

However, it seemed like a blink of an eye, and he had downed glass after glass, each one disappearing in a single gulp. You had tried to intervene, but he had just winked at you, his eyes sparkling with mischief.

You had taken your eyes off him for just a moment, and when you turned back, you heard a commotion from across the bar.

"Dooon't ya look at mah human like thaaat!" He bellowed at a random stranger, his voice echoing through the bar.

The poor man looked taken aback, trying to explain himself, "I-I don't know what you're talking about, sir." But the demon cut him off.

"No, no, no! I know that look! You think you can just steal mah human? Ha! I'll show ya... I'll show ya the powah of the Great Mammon! Avatar of—" You quickly intervened, grabbing him by his shoulder and pulling him back before he could reveal his true form.

"Mams! What are you doing?!" You exclaimed, glaring at him. You took in his disheveled state, his eyes glassy and unfocused, and sighed. "W-We should head back..."

As you pulled him out of the bar, his words slurred and tumbled out of his mouth, a drunken ramble of annoyance, "D'ja see th'way he looked at ya? He... he wanted ta take ya 'way from me... Thinks he can just waltz in here.. and steal my human? Ha! I'll never let that happen... You're mine, my human... my [Name]... all mine!"

You stopped dead in your tracks, turning to scold him, your voice firm but worried, "What's wrong with you? You can't just announce to everyone that you're a demon! I told you to control your drinking!" You shook your head, exasperated. "Whatever... let's just head back home. We'll go back to Devildom in the morning."

As you helped him into the passenger seat of your car, he slumped against the window, his eyes glassy and unfocused. You got into the driver's seat, started the engine, and pulled away from the curb. The drive back was going to be a long one.

As you navigated the busy roads, his hand seemed to move of its own accord, his logical side warning him that it was a bad idea, but his drunken brain overriding his better judgment. He reached out, his hand landing on your crotch, and you flinched, a faint blush dusting your cheeks.

"M-Mams, what are you doing?" You asked, trying to sound stern, but your voice trembling slightly.

His hand continued to rub your crotch, feeling the shape of your now hardening cock. You could feel his fingers tracing the outline of your erection, sending shivers down your spine.

Before you knew it, his slender fingers had begun to undo the zipper of your pants. "W-We're on the road!" You protested yet he merely grinned lazily as he looked up at you, his eyes sparkling with mischief.

"Hmm... so what? Jus' a little taste..." He worked his way around, pushing your pants along with your boxers down and freeing your cock.

"Mams—" You tried to push his head back, but he was too strong, even in his drunken state.

You could hear him faintly grumble, "Ya wan' it too... don't lie." His words were slurred, but his actions were deliberate, his mouth closing around your cock with a sloppy kiss.

Kisses quickly turned into needy, desperate sucks, and you could feel your control slipping away.

"Please..." Your voice was barely above a whisper, but you couldn't manage to continue.

Hearing your plea only fueled him, his head bobbed faster and faster, and you felt your eyes glazing over. Moans fell freely from your mouth, and you were powerless to stop them.

You were so close, and in a burst of ecstasy, you came, your body shuddering with release. He greedily swallowed it all, his mouth still working your cock even as you were shivering with aftershocks. You had to pull over to the side of the road, taking deep breathes as you tried to calm down.

"Your... a-ah crazy," you muttered, still trying to catch your breath.

You doubted the drunkyard even heard you, as he lazily licked your dick, his sloppy tongue sending shivers down your spine. Your thighs still flinched at his touch, your body still reeling from the intensity of your orgasm.

He on the other hand was far from done.

In a drunken, slurred voice, he muttered, "M' turn.. my turn nooow..." He pulled you into his side of the car, and you found yourself lying on top of him.

You couldn't help but feel a sense of embarrassment wash over you. You looked out the window, watching as cars and people passed by, wondering what would happen if someone saw you?

Before you could dwell on it for too long, a hand grasped the back of your head, pulling your gaze back to him. "Don' look at 'em... Focus on me, jus' me, mmk?" He slurred.

With a last deep breath, you began shakily unzipping his pants, letting his dick slicked with precum free. You reached out to touch him, He let out a moan, his body arching up towards you.

"Ah... p-please," he begged, " put it in..." You stroked his cock, just once, twice, and his hips jerked up.

He was already so sensitive and reactive that it makes you grin.

"[Name], put it ... I need it... I need ya..." You knew that you couldn't resist him even if you wanted to.

You began to lower yourself onto his cock, feeling the tip of his dick press against you. Though you didn't go all the way, teasing him instead. His body arched up towards you, his eyes rolling back in his head as he let out a moan of pure pleasure.

You slowly moved your hips in a circular motion. But it seemed that he didn't want it like that. He wanted it rough, he wanted it fast, and he wanted it now.

A hand grabbed your ass, pushing you down onto his thick cock. You felt a surge of pain mixed with pleasure as you were stretched to your fullest. He thrusts up towards you, his body meeting yours.

You gasped at the sudden motion, he didn't stop nor did he slow down. He kept thrusting, kept pushing until you were crying out in pleasure.

Your body was on fire, your senses overwhelmed by the sensation of his pistoling inside you. You felt like you were being consumed by him like you were being devoured by his desire.

Everything around you became a blur. Your mind was a mush, and you were a mumbling, crying mess. You couldn't think straight, couldn't focus on anything.

His free hand slipped into your clothes, clawing at your back. You couldn't feel the pain anymore, besides the burning heat it felt on your skin.

Your hands, however, had found their home on his white sweat-slicked hair. You pulled onto it, your fingers tangling in the strands as you tried to anchor yourself. But it was no use. You were lost in the depths of his and your desires.

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Day 3: Tub Sex | Leviathan»

[mrmeawmeaw]

🔞˚✦𝐃𝐚𝐲 𝟏: 𝐒𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐦 & 𝐇𝐮𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 | 𝐋𝐮𝐜𝐢𝐟𝐞𝐫✦˚🔞

Synopsis: You were merely concerned about Lucifer's well-being; you knew he had a tendency to overwork himself, but you weren't going to let him this time, especially because it was the weekend. You wanted to bring him some food since he missed lunch, but it turned out that he didn't need it at all He just needed you.

CW: Rough creampie, slight name-calling, nipple sucking, mating press, spanking

Pairing/s: Lucifer x F.Reader

Word Count: 1.3k

As the day wore on, Lucifer's absence became increasingly noticeable, especially to you. You hadn't seen him since morning, and he hadn't shown up for lunch. Concerned, you decided to take a tray of food to his office, knowing that he's often there burdened with work.

The large, wooden door to his office was slightly ajar, so you pushed it open, the familiar scent of old books and parchment wafted out.

"Luci?" You called softly, stepping into the room.

The office was dimly lit, with only a few rays of sunlight filtering through the heavy curtains. Amidst the towering bookcase, he was slumped over his desk, surrounded by piles of paperwork. He seemed so engrossed in his work that he hadn't even noticed your presence.

"Luci!" You called out again, a little louder this time.

He jumped at the sound of your voice, his scarlet eyes widening in surprise.

"Oh, [Name]," he coughed, straightening up and attempting to smooth down his disheveled clothes. "W-What brings you here?" You sighed, setting the tray of food down on a small, clear spot on his desk.

"I was worried about you," you said. "You missed lunch, and I hadn't seen you all day." He averted his gaze, he can't stare at you for long when you're giving him that look.

"I got caught up with some urgent matters," he mumbled, his eyes darting back to the tray of food. "I didn't realize it was already so late." You frowned, your thumb brushing softly against his cheek.

"It's the weekend, Luci," you chided gently. "You shouldn't be working yourself to the bone like this." You can clearly see his hesitation, so you sit down on the empty seat in front of him. "I'll stay with you while you eat," you offer, your hand traveling to his as you do so.

A low, rumbling purr escaped his chest as your soft hands massaged his tired ones.

His eyes, a deep carmine, flickered with a mix of emotions before he finally spoke, "My love, I appreciate your concern, but..." He interlaced his fingers with yours, bringing your hand to his lips for a soft kiss. His cold fangs grazed your skin, sending a shiver down your spine, and his grin held a hint of mischief. "I have a different craving this afternoon," he murmured, his eyes burning with a hunger that sent a thrill of anticipation through you.

You felt yourself drawn into the depths of his scarlet gaze, unsure if you should feel fear or excitement.

Before you knew it, you found yourself locked in Lucifer's chamber, at his mercy. The past few minutes had been a blur of sensations as he indulged in his sadistic desires. Your skin still tingled from the sharp sting of his hand against your backside, and your skin bore the marks of his passionate grip.

His breath was hot against your ear as he whispered husky words of encouragement, his fangs grazing your sensitive skin, sending shivers down your spine. The room echoed with the sounds of your pleasured cries and the rhythmic slaps of skin against skin.

"My beautiful [Name]," he purred, voice thick with desire. "Your pleads are music to my ears." His hands roamed your body possessively, leaving marks that would serve as reminders of his ownership.

The sharp bite of pain mingled with the intense pleasure he elicited from your body, pushing you to the brink of ecstasy. You felt utterly his in that moment, surrendered to his will and desires. His passion consumed you, and you found yourself craving more.

 You ached to feel the fullness of his cock within you, and each time the angry red tip brushed against your clit, you couldn't help but push down eagerly, seeking the satisfaction that always seemed just out of reach.

But he relished teasing you, drawing out the anticipation.

"So eager, my love," he whispered, his hot breath tickling your ear. "Patience... you must learn to control yourself." His hands found their way to your hair, gripping a handful and pulling your head back, exposing the delicate skin of your neck.

A soft moan escaped your lips as he nuzzled your neck, his lips brushing against your sensitive skin. He kissed and nipped at your pulsing neck.

"Luci, please..." You breathed, "I.. I need you." Your plea hung in the air, thick with anticipation.

His lips curved into a mischievous grin.

"Look at you, so pathetic, begging a demon for pleasure," he whispered, amused. "How far you've fallen, my dear... How deliciously dirty you've become." His words sent a rush of heat through your body, a mix of shame and desire.

As you felt the tip, slick with precum, tease your entrance, your breath caught in your throat. The anticipation was almost unbearable, and you found yourself wanting, needing more.

"Please, Luciii..." You whimpered with desperation.

"Patience, my sweet little lamb," he grumbled, "... But I suppose I'll humor you." With that, he thrust deep into you, filling you completely.

The sudden invasion took your breath away, and you moaned loudly, your eyes widening in surprise as a stinging sensation filled your eyes. He stretched you to your limits, and you could feel every vein and ridge as he slid inside.

His hips snapped against yours, his movements deliberate and controlled. With each thrust, he pushed you closer to the edge, your body trembling with the force of your need.

"Do you like that, my love?" His voice was rough with desire. "Do you like being filled by me?" You could only nod, your breath coming in short gasps as he continued his relentless thrusts.

The sound of flesh slapping against flesh filled the room, a rhythmic accompaniment to your passionate dance.

His hands slid down your thighs, his grip firm as he pushed your legs up toward your shoulders, exposing you completely. The pressure of his hands on your thighs was intense, and you wondered if he might break your legs with his strength, but at that moment, you didn't care.

He held you pinned to the mattress, his cock buried deep within you, and you felt a rush of pleasure at being so utterly dominated. You felt like his fortunate prey, trapped and helpless against his powerful form.

"You're such a perfect little plaything," he growled, "Made just for my cock to pleasure..." His hands tightened on your thighs, his grip deliciously torturous. "So beautiful and obedient, shaped by the very hands of destiny for my pleasure." He leaned down, his lips seeking your hardened nipples.

He nipped and sucked, his fangs grazing your sensitive flesh, sending shocks of pleasure through your body.

"My little toy," he whispered, his hot breath tickling your skin. "Born to be used by me, to satisfy me." You could feel your walls tightening around him, driving him to moan against your breast as he continued to attend to your sensitive nipples with his fangs.

His tongue swirled and teased, sending sparks of pleasure through your body.

The pace of his thrusts increased, and you could feel him sliding in and out of you with urgent need. Your bodies moved in perfect sync, a symphony of pleasure and desire.

His breath quickened, his hips snapping against yours with increasing speed.

"M-My love..." He gasped, "I'm close... so close." His hands gripped your thighs tightly, his fingers digging into your soft flesh as he chased his release.

And then, with a final, powerful thrust, he cried out, his body shuddering as he spilled himself deep within you. His cock twitched with each pulse, filling you with his essence. You could feel his warmth spreading inside you.

You thought the storm had passed, but you knew better than to assume it was over. He had only just begun, and you knew you wouldn't be leaving this room anytime soon. Perhaps not even for the next few days. The thought both excited and terrified you.

Without protest, you found yourself flipped onto your stomach, your reddened backside now presented to him like a canvas awaiting his artistic touch. You knew he had that mischievous grin on his face, and you could almost hear the wheels turning in his head as he planned his next move.

He loves to play with his food before devouring it, and you were his favorite delicacy.

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Day 2: Car & Drunk Sex | Mammon»

[mrmeawmeaw]

˚✦𝐁𝐮𝐭𝐥𝐞𝐫'𝐬 𝐃𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭✦˚

Synopsis: You were eagerly arranging a surprise birthday party for your beloved royal butler, Barbatos. As the momentous day arrived, you sought the assistance of the demon brothers to make it a memorable occasion for him. He had always been there for you, providing direction and support when needed. So, you wanted to express your appreciation in a major way.

CW: Suggestive

Pairing/s: Barbatos x GN.Reader

Word Count: 0.6k

○♡Barbatos' Gift♡○

You awoke with a smile playing on your lips, excited about the day ahead of you. You've been organizing the event for several weeks! After all, the devil butler who stole your heart deserved nothing but an unforgettable and perfect day.

The day was spent preparing with the demon brothers: Lucifer ensured that the preparations went smoothly; Mammon supported you with ideas, albeit most of them were quite... strange to say the least; Levi had brought in his skills in digital design for decorations—to everyone's surprise, but he's mainly doing it for you; Satan had a collection of rare books he thought the butler might enjoy; Asmo had someone make a lavish birthday outfit for your lover; Beel offered to help with the catering along with Belphie, but the latter is mostly there to keep his twin from eating everything.

Even with the eldest on the lookout for mischief, things were a little hectic, which is unavoidable when seven brothers gather together. The Purgatory residents also helped make the pastries—except Solomon, you did not want to kill Barbatos with his biohazard dishes. You ensured that everything was going along as planned and that every aspect was excellent and to his satisfaction.

As the sun began to fall, the space changed into a spectacular party site. The decorations shone, the aroma of great food filled the air, and everyone was dressed to impress. When the birthday boy entered the room with a cloth covering his eyes, he was taken aback when he saw his new surroundings.

"Happy birthday, Barbatos!" All shouted in unison.

His usually controlled face shattered, giving way to a warm smile as he took in the scene. You felt a sense of pride rush over you; after all, you had arranged this for him. The brothers helped, but you pushed them into it. Although this is not his first birthday celebration, it is undoubtedly one of the most memorable.

"Did you... made all of this?" You nodded bashfully as he took your hand.

"The brothers and angels helped as well, shouldn't take all of the credit." He hummed delightfully, his smile never wavering.

Throughout the evening, laughter and joy filled the air. Barbatos was touched by the effort his friends as well as yours had put into his celebration. As the night wore on, he found himself alone with you.

"I hope you enjoyed your birthday, Barb." His eyes twinkled as he looked at you.

"This has been a truly remarkable day, my dear. You've all made me feel incredibly cherished." Your heart throbbed at his words.

"I'm glad! But there's one more thing I have for you~" You handed him a small, wrapped gift, separate from the one you gave him earlier.

He smiled softly as he began unwrapping it, soon in his plan, was a carefully crafted pocket watch with an engraved message that held a special meaning between you and him.

"I..." He slid a gloved thumb over the smooth surface of the pocket watch, "I cannot express how grateful I am for this.. wonderful celebration," he looked like a kid as he spoke, "Your effort touched my heart deeply, my dear."

"I'm glad you enjoyed it, Barb!" You smiled proudly.

"But..." There was a sudden shift in his tone and it garnered your attention, "there's still something I want to give you in return for your kindness today..." He reached out to your chin, lifting it up.

"...What is it?" You were quite unsure what he was doing but when he leaned in, his lips brushing against your ear, you had an idea.

"My gratitude, it's only expressed in a way that only you will witness," The suggestive undertone in his voice made your breath stuck in your throat. "Only you will feel..." He closed the gap between you, capturing your lips in a passionate kiss.

The world seemed to fade away as you lost yourselves in the intoxicating sensations. As your lips parted, his eyes held a soldering intensity.

"Don't think I'll just let you off that easily..." His lips traced along your jaw. "The true celebration only just began."

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Can I request Stalker Leviathan hcs?

˚✧𝐄𝐲𝐞𝐬 𝐨𝐧 𝐘𝐨𝐮✧˚

Synopsis: Desperate to keep you close, he starts by checking your social media updates, but soon he dives deeper, tracking your location and interactions. Why did you leave him? You promised to be with him! But worry not... he's here now and will take very good care of you.

CW: Yandere tendencies, online stalking

Pairing/s: Leviathan x GN.Reader

Word Count: 0.7k

Levi had never stooped this low before. Sure, he had occasionally followed his idol’s updates on Devilgram, but this was different. You were different. He needed to know everything about you, not just your life in the Devildom but also your life in the human world.

He wanted to learn about your family, and your friends so he could deal with them, and every detail of your past. It all started when he and some of his brothers visited the human realm. They passed by a phone store, and he couldn’t resist buying one.

It was not too different from the D.D.D., so he quickly got the hang of it. At first, he rarely used the device, only turning to it for things unavailable on Devildom's phones. But when you return to the human world, away from his reach and his life, everything changes.

He started using the phone more frequently, and though it was challenging at first—especially since he knew nothing about your human version of Devilgram, Instagram—his determination led him to find your profile. You posted regularly about your life back home, sharing glimpses that he couldn't resist diving into.

He scrolled through your past, uncovering the life you lived before coming to the Devildom, and each post drew him deeper into his obsession. You were intoxicating, and he couldn't stop himself from wanting more. The more he learned, the more he craved.

If only he could reach through the screen and touch your soft skin… he would have done it without hesitation. He fantasizes about kissing you passionately, holding you so tightly that you’d never escape his grasp, and doing things to you that he’s only dared to imagine. These thoughts consume him and he finds himself getting lost in fantasies.

When you had to return to the human world, it was a hard blow for everyone, but they understood that you had a family waiting for you. Even if they wanted to be selfish and keep you there, they knew they had to let you go. However, the one who struggled the most after your departure was the third-born.

You were his only true friend, the person he could rely on during his bouts of sorrow, someone he could pour his heart out to about a new game or series. And now, you were ripped away from him.

Everyone noticed the change. He was already known for rarely leaving his room, even for meals, but this time... it was different. Weeks passed, and it had been a month or two since anyone had seen him. He even stopped responding to texts, whether direct messages or group chats.

They tried to reach out to him in person, knocking on his door and asking how he was doing, why he hadn't come out to eat, or if he needed anything. But all they were met with was silence. Their concern grew with each passing day until it reached a point where Lucifer had no choice but to break down the door.

But when he did, he found the room empty. The sight of his abandoned room sent a chill through the house, leaving everyone uneasy. Where had he gone? And more importantly, what was he planning?

The Avatar of Envy had vanished, escaping to the Human Realm with a singular purpose: to find you. Using the information he'd gathered from your online presence, he pinpointed your exact location.

You can’t escape him now—nothing is stopping him. His brothers have no idea where he is; he has erased every trace of his online presence, and they aren't tech-savvy enough to track him down. He's lurking somewhere in your area, maybe even in your room.

Have you noticed anything strange in your home? Maybe something has gone missing or moved from its usual place. Perhaps you’ve caught fleeting shadows in the corner of your eye or heard soft giggles when you thought you were alone.

As he watches you sleep, he gently brushes a finger across your cheek, his mind racing with thoughts. What if you suddenly woke up? Would you scream, or would you embrace him, giving him the affection he so desperately craves after all the effort he put into finding you?

He's terrified it won't be the latter, so he hesitates, delaying the moment he reveals himself. The last thing he wants is for you to be afraid of him—that would be a nightmare! So, he hides in the shadows, biding his time, content to watch you for a few weeks, maybe even a month or two.

But remember, he's always there, somewhere in the corner of your room.

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˚✦𝐊𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐈𝐧 𝐒𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐀𝐫𝐦𝐨𝐫✦˚

Synopsis: Raevyn Luciana and you have been friends since you were young children. He was arrogant then and he is more so now. You have no idea why you stuck by his side or how you even became friends with someone like him. And yet here you are, looking after him as if he wasn't an adult man. Nobody can pull him out of his cave but you.

CW: Blood, violence, slight body horror, death, suicide

Pairing/s: Knight.M.Yandere x F.Reader

Word Count: 3.5k

In the quiet village nestled among rolling hills and whispering trees, you found yourself once again bearing the weight of Raevyn's antics. The mantle of hero rested uneasily on his shoulders, more often used as a prop for his grandiose displays rather than a solemn duty. Tonight was no different, as you found him hoisting a tankard of ale high, drowning his responsibilities in amber liquid.

"Rae," you sighed, your voice edged with equal parts frustration and concern. "We need to go. The Demon Lord's forces aren't going to wait for you to finish your drink."

He waved a careless hand, his words slurring slightly, "I don't need anyone bossing me around... I'm the hero! I can do whatever and whenever I want!" You gripped his shoulder firmly.

"You're not just any hero, Rae. You're the hero these people are relying on. Act like it." His crimson eyes met yours, momentarily clearing from their haze of alcohol-fueled stubbornness to reveal a flicker of annoyance.

"Augh.. give me a break, [Naaaaame]... Can't a hero have a moment's respite?" You couldn't help but shake your head as he stumbled along beside you.

"Not when the fate of this kingdom rests on your shoulders." He scoffed but still allowed you to guide him out of the tavern, stumbling slightly as he leaned on you for support.

The night air was cool and crisp, a stark contrast to the warmth of the tavern's hearth.

He scowled at you, his words slightly slurred, "Would you stop it, [Name]? I know what I'm doing."

The frustration is clear in your voice as you shoot back, "Do you, though? Because right now, all I see is you wasting away your talents and the kingdom's trust."

He tugged at your sleeves with an impatient whine, "Come on! You're always so hard on me!" His voice carried a mix of petulance and exasperation. "You don't know what it's like being me!" You couldn't help but roll your eyes, accustomed to his dramatics by now.

"Quit complaining, Raevyn, or I'll drop you here for good," you snapped, your scowl deepening as you looked down at him. The sight of the great hero reduced to this pathetic state was both infuriating and disheartening.

He averted his gaze, the weight of your words settling heavily on his shoulders. The silence between you was tense, charged with unspoken frustrations. But before he could muster a retort, his face contorted in agony, and he doubled over, the contents of his stomach spilling onto the ground.

You flinched, a wave of disgust washing over you. The pungent smell and the sight of his vomit made you want to turn away entirely. For a moment, you considered leaving him there, letting him face the consequences of his reckless drinking.

"Augh..." You groaned, your eyes squeezing shut as you tried to fight the urge to gag. "You're an absolute mess."

"Come on," you muttered under your breath, tugging him away from the gathering crowd. "You have much to do tomorrow."

His brows furrowed in confusion as he struggled to keep pace with you, his steps faltering on the cobblestones. "What...?" he mumbled, his words slurred.

You shot him a pointed glance over your shoulder.

"Your duty. Defeating the Demon Lord," you replied, hoping to jog some sense into him.

He scoffed dismissively, a defiant glint in his eye, "I'll get to it in my own time! I don't need someone like... you to remind me!" Those words cut deep, stirring a mix of emotions within you.

For so long, you had stood by his side, enduring his stubbornness and childish antics, believing in the hero he could be. But tonight, the patience wore thin, and something snapped inside you.

You halted abruptly, turning to face him with eyes ablaze, the fury in your voice cutting through the night air like a blade, "Perhaps you don't need me... but the kingdom does. These people do," you declared, sweeping your hand to encompass the onlookers whose curious eyes bore into the unfolding drama.

He stammered, his usually quick wit failing him as he struggled to respond, "Y-You're causing a sce—"

"I've stood by you through thick and thin," you interjected sharply, refusing to let him deflect or dismiss your words. "But I won't stand by and watch my home be ruined because you're too stubborn to see beyond your ego. You're not the Raevyn I know... the one I knew is determined to save those he loves."

His gaze faltered, guilt and realization mingling in his eyes. He opened his mouth to speak, but his throat felt dry.

"If only I could," you continued, your voice softening slightly as you met his gaze with unwavering intensity, "I'd gladly face the Demon Lord myself. Because it's better for someone to try than for no one to try at all."

You couldn't bear it any longer. With a sharp tug, you forcefully removed his hand from your arm, causing him to stumble and nearly fall onto the cobblestone pavement.

"[N-Name]..?" he stammered, his voice tinged with confusion and a hint of desperation.

"You don't need me, right?" you replied curtly, turning away to shield yourself from the embarrassment of the scene. "I only hope someone's still out there willing to help you." His heart sank like a stone as your words echoed in his ears.

"Wait! [Name]!" He called out desperately, scrambling to his feet and lunging forward to chase after you.

But the ground seemed to sway beneath him, his legs unsteady from the weight of his own actions. He stumbled, falling to his knees, the impact sending a jolt of pain through his body.

Tears welled up in his eyes, blurring his vision as he watched you walk away, each step you took pushing him further into despair.

"P-Please!" He pleaded, his voice cracking with emotion, reaching out towards you with trembling hands that could no longer grasp what he had taken for granted.

But you continued on until you disappeared from his sight completely.

As you walked away from him, his pleas and apologies echoed in your mind, but you hardened your heart against them. His sobs choked with emotion, faded into the distance as you continued on, each step a painful reminder of the rift between you.

In the solitude of your home, you finally allowed yourself to release the tears you had been holding back. Collapsing onto your bed, you buried your face in the pillow, the fabric absorbing your muffled cries. You were exhausted—both mentally and physically—as you replayed the familiar cycle in your mind.

It was always the same. You would try to reason with him, to make him see beyond his need for attention. He would listen, maybe even promise change, and for a fleeting moment, hope would blossom. But inevitably, he would revert to his old habits—bragging about his victories to anyone who would listen, seeking admiration wherever he could find it.

And when you dared to speak up, to remind him of his responsibilities and the toll his behavior took on you, he would lash out. It was a cycle that left your head pounding with frustration and disappointment.

After the storm of emotions had passed, the tears that had once flowed freely now ebbed, leaving you drained yet strangely calm. Exhaustion weighed heavily on your eyelids, and soon you surrendered to the embrace of sleep.

Warm sunlight streamed through your window, gently waking you from your deep, dreamless sleep. You groaned softly as the light touched your face, stirring memories of the previous night. Your head began to pound with the weight of those recollections, and you decided it was best not to dwell on them—at least, not for now.

Reluctantly, you pushed aside the comforting warmth of your bed and stood up, feeling the cool stone floor beneath your feet. You made your way to the washbasin, splashing water onto your face and scrubbing away the traces of dried tears. The cold water helped clear your mind, grounding you in the present moment.

With a deep breath, you moved to the small hearth in your room, kindling a fire to brew yourself some tea. You watched the flames dance, letting the simple task calm your racing thoughts.

Finishing off your breakfast, you prepared to tackle the tasks that awaited you for the day. As you opened the door, a head fell straight at your feet, causing you to jump back in surprise.

"R-Rae?" You gasped, looking down to see Raevyn groggily groaning in pain, scratching the back of his head. "What are you doing here?" He seemed to have just woken up.

Did he... did he really sleep on your doorstep? How pathetic can this man be?

"[Name]..? Is that you?" He mumbled, his voice thick with sleep. He wrapped a hand around your leg, hugging it tightly. "Please don't leave me again..." He pleaded, snuggling his head against your leg like a child seeking comfort.

"Hey! Snap out of it!" you exclaimed, trying to shake him off, but he only tightened his grasp, his desperation palpable. "Rae, let go!" You demanded, frustration warring within you.

He looked up at you with wide, tear-filled eyes.

"I'm sorry... I... I didn't mean it!" His voice trembled as tears streamed down his cheeks.

His nails dug into your leg, forming crescent moons on your skin, and you hissed in pain. The sight of him, broken and desperate outside your doorstep, unleashed the torrent of emotions you had been bottling up.

"Rae, please, you're hurting me." You tried to pull away again, but his grip was a physical manifestation of his fear of losing you.

"Just d-don't leave me!" He sobbed, his voice barely above a whisper. "I know I've been awful, but I can't do this without you. I... I can't leave without you."

You stayed silent as he wept at your feet, his sobs tearing at your heart. With a heavy sigh, you finally spoke, "Let's get you inside…" you said softly, leaning down to grab a fistful of his clothes.

You began dragging him into your home, his weight a reminder of the burden you had shouldered for so long.

Once inside, you guided Raevyn to a chair and helped him sit down. His eyes, red and swollen from crying, followed your every move as you prepared him a meal. The silence was suffocating, broken only by the rustle of pans and the flare of the fire in the hearth.

"[Name]," he began, his voice shaky, "I'm r-really sorry. I know I've messed up yesterday..."

You placed a simple meal before him, sighing, "It's not just about last night." You took a sit across the table. "It's also about your responsibility to those who can't protect themselves."

"I…" He struggled to find the right words as he stared down at the homemade meal in front of him. "I’m just a coward… I’m scared of not being like my father, of failing our people." He paused, running a hand through his messy hair, frustration evident on his face. "What if I’m not strong enough? What if I can’t live up to the title of 'hero'? E-Every time I think about facing the Demon Lord, I just… I freeze. I don’t want to let anyone down... especially you." He looked up at you, desperation filling his gaze. "Just... what do I do?!"

Each of his breaths was deep as he awaited your response. It honestly took you by surprise, but deep inside, you had half-expected this outcome. From the moment he told you he would be a knight, you had doubted him; he had been far too squeamish with everything that moved and breathed.

You cracked a small smile as you finally broke the silence. "It's normal to be afraid, Rae. We all feel fear at some point in our lives, whether small or big. But you can’t let those fears consume you. Being brave isn't about never being scared. It's about feeling that fear yet pushing forward anyway."

"But even if I do... what if I still fail?" He asked, his voice barely above a whisper.

You hummed, clicking your tongue, "Failure is always a possibility. But the important thing is that you faced your fear and tried. That alone shows how strong you are. Not many people can do that. It takes a special kind of courage to confront your fears head-on. So... what do you say?" You looked up at him expectantly, and as you observed his vermilion eyes, you saw a new spark within them.

"...Y-You're right," he said, his voice steadier now. "I.. I can't let fear hold me back any longer. I want to be the hero our people need!"

You smiled at him, leaning forward to cup his cheek with your hand. "And you will, Rae. I believe in you."

His eyes softened at your touch, and for a moment, the weight of his title seemed to lift.

After eating, you notice he is still unsteady on his feet, and his body has not yet fully recovered from the previous night's ordeal. He was eager, too eager, ready to rush to the castle in his current state.

Recognizing his stubbornness, you suggested he rest for the night, and by the next sunlight, he would be better prepared to fulfill his duty. But true to his nature, he resisted. His insistence on heading out immediately forced you to physically drag him away from the door.

With a sigh, you led him to the only available bed in the household—your own. He protested weakly but eventually relented, too exhausted to argue any further. You tucked him in, ensuring he was comfortable, and watched as he finally succumbed to his fatigue.

By the next morning, Raevyn seemed more like himself, the determination back in his eyes. As he prepared to leave, he hesitated at the door, turning to look at you with an uncertain expression.

"Is there something wrong?" Worry creeping into your voice.

You feared he might slip back into his old habits.

"Uhm... [Name]?" He met your gaze, his uncertainty is palpable. You hummed for him to continue. "I know this sounds absurd but... can you please join me?" You opened your mouth to protest, but he quickly added, "Please, I'm not sure if I can do it without you."

"Rea, I don't know how to hold a sword, let alone wield it. I'll only burden you on your journey." He stepped closer, his eyes earnest and pleading.

"You won't be a burden. You've been my strength, my anchor. Just having you by my side will give me the courage I need."

"I..." You hesitated, the weight of his request hanging heavily between you.

"I won't let anything harm you... I promise you that." He took your hand in his, his grip warm and reassuring.

With a sigh, you finally conceded, "Fine, if this is what you truly want." His eyes lit up with a mix of relief and determination.

"Thank you, [Name]. You won't regret this." And so, together, you ventured beyond the safety of the castle walls, stepping into the unknown.

Leaping over rivers and walking through dense forests.

However, your surroundings gradually shift as you venture deeper into the unknown. The lush green lands turned into a desolate ash-gray wasteland. The air was thick with the stench of long-rotten bodies, and the once-bright blue skies were now shrouded in dark, thunderous clouds.

Each flash of lightning illuminated the silhouette of a castle in the distance, abandoned and on its last legs. The sight of it sent a shiver down your spine.

"We're almost there," he reassured, his voice steady despite the eerie atmosphere. "Stay close to me."

You nodded, gripping his arm a little tighter.

As you ventured deeper into the musty castle, he engaged in battles with weakling demons while you hid and tried to avoid detection.

Your heart pounded in your chest, and each beat felt as if it might burst out. After what seemed like an eternity of bloodshed, you finally arrived at the throne room of the Demon Lord. He had a sinister smirk etched on his face.

You hid just outside the throne room, peeking through a crack in the door. Despite your efforts to remain unseen, he seemed to sense you.

With a voice as rough and raspy as it was powerful, he spoke, "My, my... I have been awaiting thy arrival. Though I did not expect thee to bring along a maiden." His gaze bore down on the hero, who stood resolute before him. "Is it for me? Hast thou come hither to bend the knee and offer this fair damsel as tribute?"

His grip on his sword tightened, his eyes narrowing. "I have come to end your reign of terror, Demon Lord... And there is no maiden here." The demon tilted his head, his grin never wavering for a second.

"There is no point in lying, mortal," he said, his voice echoing with a sinister calm. Pushing himself off his throne, he towered over the hero. "A duel thee seek, a duel thee shall receive, foolish human."

With a swift motion, he unsheathed his sword, its edges jagged and cruel. The blade glinted menacingly in the dim light, promising to tear flesh from bone with every strike.

The battle had begun in earnest, with the demon's strikes coming with terrifying power and Raevyn meeting them blow for blow. However, as the fight wore on, the Demon Lord's unrelenting strength began to take its toll on the man. His energy waned, each movement growing slower and more desperate.

To his horror, a misstep left him vulnerable. His enemy seized the opportunity, his sword striking with deadly precision. His sword shattered in half, pieces scattering across the ground. The hero's heart sank as he stared at his broken weapon, knowing the end was near. The horned creature grinned, savoring his imminent victory as he prepared to deliver the final blow...

"Rea!!" Before he could fully comprehend what was happening, you threw yourself between him and the wretched thing.

"[N-Name]..?" His voice was filled with horror as he watched the blade meant for him pierce through you instead.

Laughter echoed through the chamber as he raised his sword, you impaled upon it.

"Why, look at this..." He relished in your sacrifice. "The maiden sacrifices herself for the hero. How.. touching." Your head hung limp, the life rapidly draining from your eyes.

Your friend's world seemed to slow down, the sounds of the battle fading into nothing. A primal rage surged within him, overriding his exhaustion and fear. His own body seemed to move on its own. Though his sword was shattered, its broken edge was still sharp.

The demon, caught off guard by the hero's sudden burst of energy, staggered back. He took the opportunity and, with all his strength, drove the jagged end of his sword into his heart.

The demonic entity let out a guttural scream, his eyes wide with shock and pain. His dark, twisted form began to disintegrate, the foul essence of his being dissipating into the air.

The lone man stood over the collapsing demon, breathing heavily, his eyes filled with a mixture of triumph and anguish.

He stared down at your lifeless body, the sword still embedded in your chest. His knees buckled and collapsed beside you, his own sword clattering to the ground. You had passed into another life, leaving him alone in a world that suddenly felt unbearably empty.

As he knelt there, his mind raced with memories and dreams. You had been more than just a friend from childhood; you were his future, the one he wanted to marry and build a life with. He had dreamt of traveling the world with you, experiencing adventures and joys side by side.

But now, those dreams were shattered. The harsh world had ripped you away from him just when he had finally faced his fears. The cost of his victory was too great to bear. The weight of his selfishness crashed down upon him. He had begged you to join him on this perilous journey, not wanting to face the Demon Lord alone. And because of that, you were gone.

If you had stayed back in the castle, you would still be alive. He could have confessed his feelings, shared his dreams, and planned a future together. But now, all those possibilities were lost forever. The regrets were too much to bear.

He knew what you would have wanted him to continue fighting, to protect the kingdom and save the world. But you were his world, and without you, he felt like a broken shell of a man.

With trembling hands, he picked up his sword and pointed it at his own aching heart. He took a deep breath, knowing that this final act would reunite him with you. As he drove the sword into his chest, the pain was insignificant compared to the torment of losing you.

In his last moments, he hoped that he would find you in the afterlife, where he could finally tell you how much he loved you and how sorry he was.

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˚✦𝐈𝐧𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐑𝐞𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐭✦˚

Synopsis: It was a simple question—in your eyes at least, but apparently not for him. He took it personally and it went quickly out of hand. Now you have to face the consequences of him taking it to heart rather than answering it like a normal person then again, he never was normal.

CW: Suggestive

Pairing/s: Solomon x GN.Reader

Word Count: 2.0k

It had been an exceptionally demanding day for Solomon, filled with myriad responsibilities and arcane studies. As the evening descended, casting an ethereal glow over the House of Lamentation, he found himself longing for your comforting presence. Yet, as he strolled past the imposing structure, your familiar figure was conspicuously absent. He sighed, a twinge of disappointment shadowing his features. Perhaps you had returned to Cocytus Hall earlier than usual, and he had just missed you. Deviating from his customary path, he meandered alone beneath the silvery moonlight, its gentle illumination guiding his steps.

The ancient door of Cocytus Hall groaned in protest as he pushed it open, the sound reverberating through the timeworn corridors. This grand, desolate place was home to only the two of you, and in truth, he preferred it that way. It meant he could savor your company without interruption, a rare and cherished luxury.

"[Name]..?" He called out, his voice resonating in the stillness as he shrugged off his coat, draping it over his arm.

The dynamics between the two of you often brought to mind a couple deeply intertwined, bound by an unspoken understanding and shared moments. The mere thought of it painted a tender smile across his lips, igniting a spark of hope that one day, he might place a ring on your finger, solidifying the bond you already shared.

"Sol, I'm in here!" Your voice echoed from the depths of the hallways, originating from the direction of your room.

Guided by your call, he navigated through the labyrinthine passageways until he reached your door. He paused momentarily, savoring the anticipation before gently pushing it open. There you were, a vision of comfort and familiarity, enveloped in a serene atmosphere that instantly put him at ease.

"Long day?" You asked, your eyes reflecting concern and warmth as you looked up from your book.

He nodded, a soft chuckle escaping his lips, "You could say that. But seeing you make it all worthwhile." You smiled, patting the space beside you on the bed.

"Come, sit with me. I have a favor to ask of you." He settled down next to you, his cheek gently resting on your shoulder.

The warmth of his presence was comforting, a familiar solace after a long day.

"What is it..?" He inquired softly, his curiosity piqued.

Taking a deep breath, you could hardly contain your excitement.

"While I was out today, I heard a song... It caught my attention," you began, trying to stifle a laugh. "I can't remember the lyrics—it was barely audible—but I do know the tune." His eyes met yours, intrigued.

"Why not hum it to me? I might recognize the song." You grinned, knowing you had him hooked.

"Alright, but I need to warm up my vocals first, I don't want to mess this up!" His laughter was light and carefree, his gaze tracing the contours of your face, cherishing every feature. To him, you were perfect, imperfections and all.

After a mock preparation, you began, "It goes like this... nanana naaa na na, nanana naaa na na." Even without looking, you could sense the swift change in his demeanor, his smile faltering.

The tune was unmistakable—a song he'd encountered numerous times but preferred not to speak of.

He sighed deeply, standing up. But you weren't about to let him escape so easily. You followed him, singing playfully, "Don't you dare walk away and desert meee... Come back hereee, you sorcereeer." He turned to face you, your innocent smile meeting his exasperated expression.

"Happy now?" He asked his tone a mix of resignation and amusement. You nodded enthusiastically. "Well, that makes one of us. You know.. I'm this close to cursing you!" He warned, lifting his hand, his fingers forming an 'o' sign with the thumb and index finger almost touching.

You gasped theatrically, placing a hand over your heart in mock shock, "You don't mean it, do you?"

"Hmph!" He huffed, turning on his heel and striding purposefully down the hallway toward the living room.

"Hey now! Don't tell me you're that upset!" you called after him, laughter bubbling up. "Come ooon, you should have seen it coming! It is the day, y'know?" You paused by the doorway of the library, arms crossed as you watched him glance back at you, confusion flickering in his eyes.

"'The day'? What are you talking about?" He raised an eyebrow, clearly puzzled, until realization dawned on him. "Ah... I see. July 27th, the... song's release." He spat out the word 'song' as if it had personally offended him and his entire bloodline.

"Bingo!" You exclaimed, grinning widely.

He rolled his eyes and shook his head.

"Sometimes you're so childish... and cringeworthy." He turned away once more, heading deeper into the library.

"Excuse me?! Now, I might accept the latter, but... childish? Really now?! I'm not the one getting all worked up over a harmless prank, a joke, whatever you want to call it!" You threw your arms up in exasperation.

"Well, I'm glad you're at least self-aware." He pulled a random book from the decaying bookshelf and plopped down onto one of the dusty couches, a cloud of dust rising as he sat.

"Hey, don't just ignore the rest!" You marched over, standing in front of him with a huff. One glance at the book cover made you scoff as you sat down beside him. "So you're just going to ignore me now?"

Silence.

He stared blankly at the book, his eyes unfocused, lost in thought.

"Well, fine then." You turned away, casting a quick sideways glance at him before adding, "Oh, and by the way... the book's upside down." He blinked a few times as if snapping out of a trance.

"Ahem..." He coughed, hurriedly adjusting the book to the correct orientation.

The silence stretched on, an unspoken tension lingering between you. He occasionally flipped a page, but you doubted he was truly reading. The stillness was becoming unbearable, and with a resigned sigh, you turned to him.

"You know what, fine! I'm sorry, Sol." The words felt strange on your tongue.

Apologizing for such a harmless prank seemed ridiculous, especially when he, of all people, was the one acting childish. He glanced at you briefly before his gaze returned to the book.

"That's not enough," he said, his voice cold and cutting.

It was a tone you had rarely heard from him, one he usually reserved for when he was truly angry. For a moment, you were taken aback. The seriousness in his voice made you laugh nervously. Either he was genuinely upset, or he was being overly dramatic, which he had a penchant for.

"Not enough, huh?" You remarked, crossing one leg over the other. "Then what exactly do you want?" He grinned mischievously, closing the ancient, decrepit book and resting it on his lap.

"I want to cook for you."

"What..?" You blinked, unable to mask the horror in your voice.

His culinary skills were practically a biohazard. A single bite will send you to meet your maker.

"I said I want to cook for you," He repeated, his smile disarmingly innocent. "Lately, you've been avoiding my offers! Always suggesting eating out or claiming you're 'full'. It hurts me, you know... I just want to do something nice for my charming apprentice, hmm?"

"No!" You blurted out, recoiling at the thought.

"Hm..?" His smile faltered slightly, and you hurriedly continued, trying to salvage the situation.

"I-I mean... you could think of something else! Like... um... I'll do anything you desire! Just not involving the brothers or your cooking!" You were desperate to avoid his culinary experiments. "I just.. d-don't want to add to your workload. You've already had such busy days, and now you want to cook instead of resting?" He hummed thoughtfully, mulling over the idea.

"Even on the harshest of days, I'd do anything for you... but your suggestion," he said with a smirk, a mischievous glint in his eyes. "When you say anything, do you truly mean it?" You nodded earnestly.

"Yes! No matter how ridiculous it is—just don't involve the brothers." He tapped a finger to his chin, pondering your words. "So, deal or no deal?" you pressed, leaning in slightly.

His eyes sparkled with amusement as he met your gaze.

"Deal," he replied, his tone filled with playful promise. "But remember, you agreed to anything."

"Yeah, uh-huh. So how will you abuse this newfound 'power' of yours, hmm?" You rolled your eyes, feeling a bit uneasy, and starting to regret your decision.

He hummed thoughtfully, "There are so many things I desire you to do..." His voice had dropped to a lower, more suggestive tone, and his eyes roamed over you in a way that made you squirm. "But I guess... first, you should probably text everyone that you're sick today and won't be able to come out. After all, I don't want anyone bothering us..." Your brows furrowed at his suggestion.

"When you say everyone, that includes the brothers and the demon prince," you sighed. "I told you, they're excluded!"

"Ah, but I only speak of possible plans... not directly involving them," he teased, a sly smile playing on his lips.

"Still! It's about—"

"If you're not going to do it, then we shall revert to plan A. You know... I have so many dishes I want you to try!" He smiled innocently, seemingly unaware of how your skin paled at the thought.

"Haha! Of course, I'll do it!" You exclaimed, laughing nervously.

His smile widened, clearly pleased. "Good. Now, let's get started with our day."

You quickly pulled out your D.D.D. and sent a message to everyone, claiming you were feeling unwell and needed to rest. The replies came in swiftly, full of concern and well-wishes, but you barely registered them.

"Alright, done," you said, putting the D.D.D. away. "So, what's next on your agenda, oh master of mischief?"

"That nickname rolls off your tongue smoothly, doesn't it? I would've loved it if not for the last few words." The he old book slipping off his lap as he shifted his body towards you, hovering over you with predatory grace. A hand moved to your cheek, his fingers tracing a slow, deliberate path down to your jawline. "Mind removing the extra words? I'd love to hear it more... in our room." Your heart skipped a beat at the suggestive tone in his voice, and you felt a shiver of anticipation run down your spine.

"Solomo—"

"Solomon?" He swiftly cut you off. "Didn't I tell you to call me something else?" You gulped hard.

You had only ever heard the brothers call you this, but actually saying it yourself... You had no choice; it was either this or certain death.

"You really love to tease me... m-master..." Your voice grew softer with each word, barely above a whisper.

"I don't think I heard you, my dear apprentice," he said, his tone insistent yet gentle.

You swallowed again, nerves getting the better of you.

"You really love to tease me, master," you repeated, louder this time, the word feeling foreign yet thrilling on your tongue.

"That's better...~" He purred, his eyes gleaming with satisfaction. "Now, let's take this to our room, shall we?"

Once in your shared room, he gently laid you down on the soft mattress, still hovering above you. He leaned in closer, his breath warm against your skin as he spoke in a low, intimate tone. "I've been waiting for this moment," he murmured, his lips trailing a line of kisses along your neck. "To have you all to myself."

You could feel the heat of his body pressing against yours, the intensity of his gaze making your heart race.

"I never knew you had such a side to you..." You managed to say, your voice barely above a whisper.

He chuckled softly, the sound sending shivers down your spine, "There's a lot you don't know about me," he replied, his voice husky with desire. "But we have all the time in the world to explore."

Sorry for this dumpster fire

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*•.𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐄𝐍𝐃.•*

[mrmeawmeaw]

˚✧𝐂𝐫𝐲𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐥 𝐓𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐬✧˚

Synopsis: You weren't supposed to be there, but here you are, the man you love crying in front of you. You rarely see him in this state, and you know he doesn't want his brothers to see him like this, so you were the only one who could soothe him and hear his sorrows.

CW: Angst, NB [Lucifer, Asmo] & OG [Beel, Belphie] spoiler, blood [Mammon & Satan]

Word Count: 4.0k

Characters: 🧡༻✧ Lucifer [733] 💜༻✧ Mammon [616] 🧡༻✧ Leviathan [452] 💜༻✧ Satan [593] 🧡༻✧ Asmodeus [591] 💜༻✧ Beelzebub [602] 🧡༻✧ Belphegor [427]

⋇⊰LUCIFER⊱⋇

You woke up late at night to find Lucifer's side of the bed empty. This worried you; he wasn't there when you went to sleep, and he still wasn't there when you woke up. The first thought that came to mind was that he was probably drowning in paperwork in his study, so you decided to check on him and drag him back to bed.

Outside the door, you could hear the faint sound of one of his cursed records playing. You quietly pushed the door open and saw him sitting in his chair, drinking Demonous straight from the bottle. What caught your attention most was that he was crying. He looked so tired, so broken.

He didn't even notice you until you softly called out, "Lucifer..?" He flinched at the sound of your voice, looking up at you with tear-soaked eyes.

"[N-Name]? What... what are you doing here?" He desperately tried to wipe away the tears, but you placed a hand on his arm, stopping him.

"What's wrong?" You asked gently. He hesitated, not wanting to burden you with his problems. "Please... tell me. Don't deal with this alone."

Your sweet words and the way you looked at him made him weak. The Avatar of Pride felt vulnerable before you.

"It's just..." He took hold of your hand, his thumb gently massaging your palm as he let his tears flow. "I-I try to give my brothers a good life—not just the one they lost but something far better. A life they deserve..." He sobbed through every word. You had never seen him like this before. "But I failed... Mammon led us to be respected, you helped Levi and Asmo and the others... while I... I burdened them with my punishment."

You remained silent as he let out a bitter laugh, shaking his head. "I failed them, all of them. I let down my brothers, I let down Michael, I let down my Father. I've become a disappointment in the eyes of the Celestial Realm and continue to be so down here."

He then looked up at you, his grip on your hand tightening as he added, "And I failed you. I... I almost harmed you, I've hurt you with my words, I made you feel unsafe and scared... It's all unforgivable." He tried to smile, but it was forced, the corners of his lips quivering.

He felt embarrassed to have you see him like this. He was always so composed, his pride refusing to let him reveal too much. He was the leader, the one who'd do anything for his family, the one who'd sacrifice himself without hesitation. But he wasn't perfect. He had flaws, so much that went unnoticed, even by him.

You smiled and placed a hand on his cheek. He groaned softly, leaning into the warmth of your touch.

"You don't have to be invincible all the time," you reassured him. "You've been there for all of us; let us be there for you too." Those words brought fresh tears to his eyes, and he pulled your other hand to his other cheek, holding onto you as if you were his lifeline.

How long had it been since he last cried? Whatever the answer, he was grateful that you didn't point out what a mess he was right now. You didn't interrupt his monologue; you simply listened and comforted him throughout.

He couldn't imagine what he would do without you. He wasn't sure what his relationship with his brothers would be like if you hadn't been the human he chose for this exchange program. But he was certain of one thing: he would make amends for his past mistakes.

He confessed, his voice thick with emotion, "I don't deserve your kindness, but I'll do everything I can to be worthy of it. I promise I’ll do better. For my brothers, for myself... and for you."

"Well, you already have," you whispered, pressing a gentle kiss on his lips.

The kiss deepened as his hand moved to the back of your head, drawing you closer. His other arm wrapped around your waist, pulling you against him.

Before long, he lifted you effortlessly, carrying you back to your shared room. With each step, he held you close for in that moment, he knew with you by his side, he could face whatever challenges lay ahead and finally begin to forgive himself.

⋇⊰MAMMON⊱⋇

He had alone left for a hot minute when you had a close call with some foolish demon, fortunately, he had come to your rescue, albeit too late. He held you tightly in his arms as you struggled, blood staining your clothes, consciousness slipping away.

In the aftermath of the attack, once your condition stabilized, you were permitted to move around the House of Lamentation. Everywhere you went, someone from the household hovered protectively around you, especially when you ventured outside. Lucifer ensured at least one, if not two, of his brothers, accompanied you at all times.

There was one who had been avoiding not just you but his brothers as well, Mammon. Concerned, you made frequent attempts to knock on his door, hoping he would let you in, but each time, there was no response, not even when Lucifer demanded it. With no other choice, you reluctantly gave him the space he seemed to need, patiently waiting for him to open up in his own time.

As days passed, Mammon remained secluded behind his closed door, refusing meals and avoiding everyone's concerns. Determined to reach him, you stood outside his door one evening, resolved to break through his walls even if it meant spending the night there.

"Mammon...?" You knocked once, then twice. Silence greeted you. Frustration mounting, you tried a more direct approach. "Mammon, open up. You can't just shut us out like this!"

There was a long pause, and just as you were about to speak again, his hoarse voice came through the door, "What d'ya want?" The weariness in his tone only deepened your concern.

"I just want to make sure you're okay," you replied softly, your worry evident.

Still, he didn't open the door.

"I-I should be the one asking that," he murmured faintly. "I'm sorry... I couldn't protect ya. I was supposed to, but... I failed."

You couldn't help but chuckle softly at his self-blame. "Mammon, you saved me, remember? There's nothing to apologize for."

He fell silent behind the door, and you could almost hear the struggle in his breathing. "But I should've been faster... I am the Great Mammon! I-I should've..." His voice cracked, and tears began to fall, their soft splashes audible against the floor.

"Mammon..." His cries were audible through the door, tugging at your heartstrings.

You desperately wished you could reach through and comfort him.

"I thought I lost ya!" His voice, filled with anguish, echoed through the door, catching you off guard. "The way ya looked in that... bed." A loud thud followed, indicating his collapse to the floor behind the door.

Your concern peaked, and without another thought, you pushed the door open gently. He sat there, shoulders shaking with sobs, his face buried in his hands.

"I couldn't..." Mammon struggled to let the words out, his voice thick with emotion. "I couldn't bear the thought of losing ya..." You leaned against the wall outside his room, hearing his muffled sniffles through the door.

"You didn't lose me, Mammon," you reassured him softly. "I'm right here, outside your room." Before you could react, the door suddenly flung open, and he pulled you inside, wrapping his arms around you tightly.

His tears soaked your clothes as you hugged him back, feeling his trembling form against yours. Gently, you ran your fingers through his white locks, offering him whatever comfort you could. He guided you deeper into his room until you found yourselves huddled together on his bed.

You stayed there in each other's arms, finding solace in the quiet warmth of the moment. Time seemed to slip away as you held him close, listening to his soft sniffles gradually giving way to gentle snores.

⋇⊰LEVIATHAN⊱⋇

He had eagerly invited you into his room to binge-watch a new anime that had caught his interest. It was a story about an immortal being finding love after centuries of solitude, only for that love to be mortal—a tale of poignant romance that touched both of you deeply, despite Levi not typically favoring romantic themes.

For days, you both immersed yourselves in the series, discussing its intricacies and empathizing with the character's emotions. As the anime approached its conclusion, with the mortal spouse inevitably aging and nearing the end of their life, you heard soft sniffling beside you.

Tears streamed down his cheeks, his attempts to stifle them failing as he noticed you watching him. Quickly, you averted your gaze, pretending not to have seen anything. His ears turned bright red, and he coughed loudly, clearly flustered.

"You didn't see anything, [Name]!" He protested, trying to hide his flushed face behind his arm.

You couldn't help but stifle a laugh, looking back at him with a playful grin.

"Levi, it's okay to cry, you know?" Hoping to ease his embarrassment.

He peeked at you but quickly turned away, now even positioning his back towards you.

"S-Still! It's sooo embarrassing!!" His words tumbled out in a rush, filled with self-consciousness.

"Leviii, there's nothing to be embarrassed about," you insisted, scooting closer to him and resting your head on his back. "And bottling it up won't make you feel any better." You had foreseen the inevitable outcome of the characters' relationship yet, witnessing it unfold still felt like a punch to the gut.

He hesitated for a moment, his breath catching in his throat before he sighed heavily, "I just... I hate feeling like this," he confessed quietly, his voice laced with vulnerability. "But... thanks, [Name]." With a deep breath, he moved closer and wrapped his arms around you, burying his face into the crook of your neck.

As he glanced at the television screen, the poignant scene of the immortal holding their mortal lover until their last breath played out. His grip on you tightened, and tears continued to stream down his cheeks unabated.

Despite all the joyful moments the characters had shared, the immortal's eternal life condemned them to eventual solitude once more. The mortal aged, grew frail, while the immortal remained unchanged, their bond destined to end tragically.

He couldn't accept the reality that someday, you won't be there for him anymore. He yearned for time to freeze, to preserve the happiness he felt with you forever. But he knew these desires were unrealistic, a fantasy born from his fear of being alone, of losing his player two—the one who stuck by his side despite all the struggles.

⋇⊰SATAN⊱⋇

As you walk through the corridors, you hear distant screams from whom you recognize. Concerned, you hurry towards the source and are met with a startling scene. Satan, in his demon form, stands before you, his spiky tail lashing out furiously. At his feet lie the corpses of unfortunate demons, a grim testament to his power. Drenched in blood, with chunks of flesh clinging to his tail and claws, he presents a terrifying sight.

Your voice shakes as you call out to him, "S-Satan...?" His body stiffens at the sound of your voice, and he slowly turns to face you.

His green eyes burn with intense emotion, but it is the tears streaming down his face that capture your attention. Despite the gore and fury surrounding him, he's crying, his expression one of deep anguish.

He quickly turns away, ashamed of the violence he has inflicted and the state you have found him in. As you step closer, your heart wrenches at the sight of his distress.

With gentle inquiry, you ask, "Satan, what happened?" Your voice is soft and calming, aiming to ease the turmoil etched on his face.

His response is immediate and filled with panic.

"Get away from me!" he shouts, backing away with tears streaming down his cheeks. "D-Don't come near me..." The trembling of his body is palpable, and you sense the depth of his anguish.

You hesitate, unsure of how to proceed. The raw emotion in his voice and the tears he cannot seem to stem break your heart. But you were determined and despite he's pleas for you to stay away, you refused to heed his words. Your heart goes out to him, and you take a cautious step forward, extending a hand in comfort.

"Hey, it's okay, I'm here for you," you say softly, your voice filled with sincerity. "Let me help you." His response is immediate—he takes a step back, shaking his head.

The conflict within him is evident as he pleads, "Please, [Name]! I don't want to hurt you!" You remain steadfast, your belief in him unwavering.

"You won't hurt me," you assure him. "I trust you, Satan. I know you would never harm me." Your conviction is absolute, and you hope that your faith in him will help ease his distress.

"Why..." He gasped out, "Why are you always so... kind to me? What did I do to deserve this?" He looked away, tears streaming down his cheeks. "All I do is lash out at everything... succumbing to my sin." Quietly, he added, "Since that is who I am... right?" You inched closer to him, reaching out to cup his cheek.

He flinched, his hand quickly grasping your wrist, but he didn't push you away.

"Satan..." Your eyes locked onto his. "You're more than your sin. You're caring, and intelligent, and yes, anger may be part of you, but it doesn't define you." You gently wiped the tears from his cheek with your free hand.

He fell silent, his expression unreadable. Your heart pounded with anxiety at the sudden shift, but soon enough, he pulled you closer, wrapping an arm around your waist. His lips met yours in a fervent kiss, a raw and desperate need for comfort and connection.

When he finally parted his lips from yours, he had reverted to his human form, though his clothes and skin were still stained with blood. He looked at you with a mix of vulnerability and gratitude, his earlier turmoil slowly ebbing away.

"Thank you," he murmured, his eyes softening. "For everything."

⋇⊰ASMODEUS⊱⋇

It was Valentine's Day, and Asmodeus had planned a small, intimate date for just the two of you. You sat together outside a charming little café he had discovered, enjoying the ambiance and each other's company.

As you observed another couple nearby, exchanging gifts and laughing together, curiosity got the better of you. "Hey, have you ever experienced something like that?" you asked innocently.

He hummed thoughtfully, glancing at the couple. "Well, of course! You and my lovely fans have given me so much!" he giggled, his usual playful demeanor shining through.

"Ah, no," you clarified, "I meant genuinely. Like, did someone ever love you genuinely?" You hesitated before adding softly, "Before me."

His laughter faltered, and he fell silent. The question hung in the air, and you could see a shift in his expression. He looked away, the vibrant sparkle in his eyes dimming. Your heart instantly dropped. He was not one to be so grim.

"You don't need to answer!" You quickly said, trying to take back your words, but he shook his head.

"No..." He admitted, his voice barely above a whisper. "Not really—at least to what I know." Tears started forming in the corners of his eyes, and you instantly reached out, placing a comforting hand on his.

"I'm sorry, I shouldn't have—"

"It's alright," he cut you off, his voice trembling. "It's just... I've always been adored for my looks and my charm. But real love? Genuine affection?" He looked down, his voice breaking.

He was always soaked in adoration from his fans—but that's all it was admiration. They loved the Asmo they saw in Devilgram, the Asmo known for his good looks and charisma. But did they really know him, the real Asmo beneath the surface? Would they still love him if they knew how broken he truly was?

Did they love the Asmo you know, or just The Avatar of Lust?

"My fans sing many praises to me, give me bountiful gifts but... despite all of that, I still feel empty." He placed a hand on his chest, his eyes glistening with tears. "There's something missing in my heart, something I yearn to feel and hear." Warm tears slid down his porcelain skin.

Despite his sin, he believed in true love. He believed that one day he might experience it. But as generations passed, the one-night stands remained just that, and his feelings for others faded away. He began doubting it, doubting that he would ever fill the void in his heart.

But then, there was a light. A light that paved a path of possibility.

"You," he whispered, his voice trembling with emotion. "You've made me believe that I can feel something real, something lasting."

He sobbed with each word, not caring that he was in a public space or what others might think if they saw him crying. He didn't care if someone sneaked a picture of him in this vulnerable state.

"Thank you... thank you so much for seeing the real me... for loving me despite my imperfections," he said, his voice trembling.

He leaned in, placing a gentle kiss on your lips. You held him close, feeling his body tremble with the intensity of his emotions.

He had always been insecure, especially right after The Fall. His once beautiful white wings had turned into leathery black ones, a constant reminder of his transformation. It was just hidden away beneath layers.

You whispered, stroking his hair, "You're beautiful just the way you are, inside and out. And I'll always love you."

⋇⊰BEELZEBUB⊱⋇

It was another nightmare, but it was far worse than either of you could imagine. Late at night, you were jolted awake by a loud pounding on your door, so forceful you swore it was about to break down.

Despite your groggy state, you forced out a response while rubbing your eyes, "Who is it?" The pounding instantly stopped.

"[Name]??" A worried and frantic voice responded. "A-Are you alright?"

"Beel...?" Your brows furrowed in concern.

He sounded so distressed... it wasn't like him. You had only seen him vulnerable a handful of times, most often due to nightmares about his little sister, Lilith. But this felt different.

"Please..." He sounded so defeated, so broken it broke your heart. "Please let me in..."

You quickly got out of bed and opened the door. Beel stood there, his large frame trembling. His usually calm and composed face was twisted in anguish, tears streaming down his cheeks.

"Beel, what happened?" You asked softly, reaching out to him.

As soon as his eyes landed on you, he wrapped you in his arms, lifting you off your feet. He buried his head in the crook of your shoulder, crying his heart out. It was a bit suffocating, but you didn't comment on it. Instead, you patted his back gently, waiting for him to find his words.

After a few moments, he managed to speak, his voice thick with emotion, "I-I had a nightmare... It felt so real." He choked back a sob. "But it was different... it wasn't her, it was you." He drew you so close to him you could feel his warmth. "I saw it, so clearly, and I couldn't do anything! I couldn't... I-I couldn't protect you. I... I failed you." You gently cupped his face, lifting it so his eyes met yours.

"Hey... you didn't fail me. It was just a nightmare." He nuzzled deeper into you, feeling a pang of guilt for waking you up in the middle of the night and soaking your top with his tears.

But at the same time, he just needed to know you were still alright, that he hadn't failed you, that he hadn't failed to protect someone he loved.

"I-I'm sorry," he murmured, his voice muffled against your shoulder. "I didn't mean to wake you up like this." You stroked his hair soothingly.

"It's okay, Beel... You don't have to apologize." He clung to you a bit tighter, the tension in his muscles slowly easing.

"I just... I needed to see you, to make sure you were okay." You gently pushed back, causing him to look at you with a mix of confusion and worry as you created some distance between you.

"Hey, snap out of it!" Tracing your hand along his cheek and wiping away his tears. "I'm here, and I'm alright." You leaned in and kissed the top of his forehead, feeling him groan a bit, the sound a mix of relief and lingering sorrow. "Okay? You didn't and won't fail me... I know that for certain." His eyes, still glistening with tears, searched yours for reassurance.

"But it felt so real," he whispered, his voice cracking. "The fear, the helplessness..." You cupped his face, ensuring he looked directly at you.

"It was just a nightmare, Beel. It wasn't real. What’s real is that you’re here, and I’m safe." He nodded slowly, your words gradually sinking in.

"I just... I don’t want to lose you," he admitted, his voice barely above a whisper.

"You won't," you promised firmly. "You’ve always protected those you love... So don't worry, you'll never lose me."

⋇⊰BELPHEGOR⊱⋇

After a long day at the House of Lamentation, you finally made your way to your room, tired and exhausted. As you opened the door, something immediately caught your attention. There was a lump under the covers of your bed.

"Hello..?" you called out softly, slowly walking towards the curious lump. "Who's there?"

The lump shifted slightly, and a familiar voice murmured, "It's me..."

"Belphie?" You gently pulled back the covers to reveal Belphie curled up beneath them, his face buried in the pillow.

He looked up at you with red, puffy eyes, and you could see the traces of tears on his cheeks.

"Hey, what's wrong?" You sat down beside him.

"I-It's my fault," his voice trembling as he spoke. "Everything that's happened… it's because of me." You frowned, unsure of what he meant.

"What are you talking about?" He hesitated for a moment, looking away before taking a deep breath.

"Lilith's birthday is coming up," he began, his voice cracking. "A-And I... can't stop thinking about how she died… because Beel saved me instead." The weight of his confession hung heavy in the air, and your heart ached for him. "Sometimes I wished he didn't… that instead he chose her. But then I think more… if I died, I-I don't know how Beel would take that." You sat down beside him, placing a hand on his shoulder.

"What happened was a tragedy, but it wasn't your fault. Beel made a choice because he loves you and Lilith wouldn't want you to carry this guilt." His tears flowed freely now, and he turned back to look at you.

"What happened was a tragedy, but it wasn't your fault. Beel made a choice because he loves you, and Lilith wouldn't want you to carry this guilt." He shook his head, his sobs intensifying right before burying his face deep into your pillow.

"I j-just can't help but think that if I had been more careful... more aware… things would be different. She'd still be here." His voice was muffled by the pillow, but the pain in his words was clear.

You hummed softly, brushing his hair with your hands.

"It may be hard to make the pain go away. But remember…" You gently moved his hair to the side, brushing your hand against his cheek. He looked up at you, his eyes filled with sorrow and a glimmer of hope. "We're here for you and we'll get through this together," you reassured him, leaning in to press a kiss on his forehead. "One day at a time."

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[mrmeawmeaw]

Ooooh can you do a my hero reader insert with hawks and a fem!reader? :0 I was thinking maybe the reader poses as a normal person but is actually working for her villain parent? and she genuinely falls in love with hawks? haha

˚✦𝐎𝐩𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐄𝐧𝐝𝐬✦˚

Synopsis: Born into a family of villains, you didn't want to end up like them—facing heroes and inflicting suffering on defenseless people but it's not like you have a choice, to begin with. When darkness falls, you aim your gun at the head of the unfortunate. Despite looking like any other ordinary person in daylight, someone had caught on and had been followed by a specific hero of the skies. You couldn't help but depose him with a burning passion the first time he showed his ugly face yet destiny had other twisted plans for the two of you.

CW: Slight blood, slight angst, troubled childhood

A/N: I haven't watched/read MHA, my knowledge is based solely on Google and other works so some information might be inaccurate. Any feedback about this work would be appreciated greatly!

Pairing/s: Takami Keigo x F.Reader

Word Count: 4.7k

On an ordinary night shrouded in darkness, you lurked in the shadows, stalking your prey with practiced ease as he ventured back to his space for a well-deserved rest. The target is a figure with authority over law enforcement, Chief Tsurgamae Kenji, who possesses a quirk that turns him into a dog with heightened senses.

His instincts alerted him to your presence, causing him to twist and turn through the labyrinthine paths, evading your pursuit. His paranoia amused you, adding an extra layer of thrill to the hunt. Unbeknownst to you, an unseen observer perched atop nearby buildings awaited the opportune moment to intervene.

When the thrill of the chase reached its end, you grew weary of your prey, relishing the fear danced in its eyes. Yet, the monotony of your sinister endeavors led you to a decision—it was time to bring an end to the unfortunate life you were about to distinguish.

Aiming your gun directly at the target's head, you whispered ominous words to yourself, poised to pull the trigger, "Nighty night, chief..." However, before you could enact your sinister plan, a sudden disturbance caught your attention.

Red-like daggers materialized dangerously close to your figure, prompting a swift evasion that spared you from a potentially fatal strike. Carmine feathers grazed past your pace, one leaving a small but painful gash on your cheek. As you wiped away the warm liquid, looking down at your blood-stained hand, a scoff left your mouth. Your gaze then shifted to your supposed target—the fleeing figure of the chief, fear evident in his eyes.

An intruder had entered the picture and you could hear the soft footsteps approaching along a nonchalant voice addressing your recent activities, "Hey there, Ms. Villain! You're been causing such a ruckus lately... not cool, y'know?" You turned to the sources of the disturbance, glaring daggers in his direction.

His ash-blond hair was tousled backward, framing a pair of golden brown triangular eyes with small black triangles below his tear ducts and the top corners of his eyes. A set of vibrant, red-feathered wings sprouted from his back, giving him an avian-like look. Clad in what resembled an aviator's uniform, he wore a black shirt with a wavy golden pattern, complemented by a tan jacket featuring slits for his wings. Fur-lined cuffs and black gloves completed the ensemble, while yellow ear-protective headphones and a rounded, yellow-tinted visor shielded his eyes.

With a determined grip on your gun, you eyed him down and kept a poker face, you hadn't encountered this man before but his appearance hinted at his identity.

"We're all just trying to live our lives without dealing with your drama..." He eyed the gun on your hand, with a coy grin, he continued, "So, how about you pack your stuff and find a new hobby? Trust me, it's not gonna end well if you keep this up," he declared, there read deathers reattaching themselves to his wings.

The tension in the night air thickened as you aimed your gun at the enigmatic man, watching for the slightest reaction behind his visor as you pointed your weapon in his direction.

"Whoa, hold on there!" He exclaimed rather forcefully, he even put his hands up in mockery. "That's quite the greeting! Mind pointing that somewhere else? We don't want anyone getting hurt now do we?" A mischievous smile played on his lips. Your expression twitched at the audacity of his response. "And I just got these feathers dry-cleaned. You wouldn't want to ruin them, would you?" He casually dusted imaginary dirt off his feathers.

Your grip tightened on the gun as frustration and anger welled up within you.

"Do you take this as a joke?!" You shouted, incredulous at his nonchalant demeanor.

"Oh, you talk! I mean haha... of course I take everyone seriously. But life's too short to be serious all the time, yeah? Let's keep it light!" He responded with a casual shrug, his words pushing your buttons and escalating the tension between you two.

A low growl emanated from your lips, a manifesting of your frustration with the man's nonchalant demeanor. You had grown weary of his games and decided it was time to bring an end to this bizarre encounter. With determination, you pulled the trigger, however, it was no surprise that he effortlessly dodged the bullets.

Taunting you with a mocking suggestion, "You'll have to try harder than that! Maybe a shooting lesson would help—I know a guy!" His dismissal only fueled your irritation as you continued to fire but he skillfully evaded each incoming bullet.

He seemed content on dodging rather than engaging in a direct fight, underestimating not just the severity of the situation but also your capabilities.

Unbeknownst to him though, you had a hidden ace up your sleeve. Anticipating his evasive maneuvers, you aimed at his right, knowing he would instinctively dodge to the left. Swiftly, you retrieved a secondary weapon, catching him off guard as a bullet found its mark in his right wing.

A yelp of pain escaped him as an explosion of feathers surrounded his form. With how he started back at you, it appears he had taken the situation a little bit seriously.

"How does it feel hero, to have your wing clipped?" You taunted, reveling in the success of your surprise attack as you concealed your secondary weapon.

The avian-like hero inspected the damage in his wings and instead of succumbing to despair, he met the situation with resilient optimism.

"That stings a bit! But hey, they say battle scars add character, right? Time to ruffle some feathers!" He proclaimed with a spirited grin, embracing the challenge that lay ahead.

You had been waiting for this very moment—the true test of skill and strength!

As a cascade of feathers began to descend upon you, you engaged in a dance of evasion and precision. Some feathers you gracefully sidestepped, while others met the edge of the blade gifted to you. The hero, undeterred by the injury to his wing, wielded two of his primary feathers as makeshift blades, showcasing as well a surprising agility.

The battlefield had become a flurry of motion, a clash of blades and feathers, as both of you moved with swift and calculated precision. There were moments when it felt like the dance of his feathers might entangle you, yet your determination pushed you to dodge and counter with finesse.

The tranquil embrace of the night shattered only to be replaced by the continuous rhythm of gunshots echoing through the air. The ongoing battle painted the darkness with flashes of gunfire, disturbing the people nearby. The confrontation seemed ceaseless, with each participant narrowly avoiding the brink of defeat before orchestrating a reversal of fortune.

He found himself caught off guard by the remarkable combat skills displayed by someone lacking the traditional advantage of a quirk.

"You think those flashy feathers are going to save you, hero?" You taunted once more, a wry chuckle escaping your lips.

Sweat traced paths down your face and the atmosphere crackled with exhaustion. The intensity of the battle had taken its toll on both of you, but the resolve of triumph remained unwavering.

"You're not bad.. hah... Most folks can't keep up with these feathers!" He complimented, attempting to acknowledge your abilities.

However, his words only fueled your growing frustration.

"You're underestimating me, birdbrain. I've undergone horrendous... training for this!" You asserted, your voice carrying a weight of solemnity and pain.

The cracks in your composure did not go unnoticed by the avian hero. There was a palpable shift in the air, a hint that beneath the surface, there might be more to your story than what meets the eye.

"Training, huh? You and I are not so different after all!" He smirked, keenly observing the change in your tone from now on.

His perception led him to wonder if there were deeper layers to your character, realizing that judgment based on surface impressions could be deceptive. You hunted individuals of higher ranks, eliminating them and concealing their bodies with an elusive master that had left him perplexed. It was as if you seamlessly melded into the shadows, a skill that made tracking you an arduous task.

"We have nothing alike!" You retorted, your voice now laced with venom.

Your words mirrored the physical skirmish, as the shadows, as the shadows concealed not only your movements but the enigmatic layers of your true identity. He met your venomous retort with a hum, his gaze piercing and inscrutable.

"If you say so..." His response was enigmatic, holding an air of subtle intrigue.

Before your eyes could argue back, a swift transformation took place in front of your eyes leaving you stunned—the remaining feathers, once scattered, swiftly regrouped, finding their place back on his wings. With a deft motion, he repositioned his two primary feathers to their rightful spots. As you aimed your gun for a final confrontation, a sudden gale erupted from his wings, a forceful gust set you reeling backward, forcing you to shield your face with your arms.

"Until we meet again, Ms. Villain~" Were his last parting words as he launched himself into the night sky, disappearing into the distance.

"What a fucking pain..." You groaned, the adrenaline of the confrontation fading, leaving behind a surge of sudden pain from all parts of your body.

The injuries inflicted during your encounter began to make their presence known—small lacerations from his blade-like feathers, wounds that you had overlooked in the head of battle. Clutching your arms, you felt the warmth of your own blood seeping through your fingers, a stark reminder of the toll exacted by the fleeting encounter with the arrogant hero. The night bore witness to your retreat, leaving you to grapple with the aftermath of the confrontation in the solitude of the darkened streets.

Upon returning home, the oppressive atmosphere welcomed you, a stark contrast to the relief one might expect from a harrowing encounter. Your father, unmoved by the visible toll the confrontation had taken on you, greeted you with a dispassionate inquiry.

"Had you killed the dog?" His indifference to your wounds struck a chord within you and frustration welled as you clenched your fist.

Did he not see, or worse, care about your condition?

Defeated, you mustered a weak response, "No, father. I-I was ambushed by a hero and he got away." Shame and disappointment rendered you unable to meet his gaze, to face the failure that stained your endeavors.

Rising from his seat, your feather approached, casting a looming shadow that intensified the fear gnawing at your inside. His hand seized your face with a vise-like grip, forcing you to meet his gaze. The anger etched across his face revealed a disappointment that cut deeper than any wounds.

"We didn't train you to be a failure, [Name]," he spat, his words dripping with disdain as if addressing a stranger rather than his own flesh and blood. The grip on your jaw loosened as he spoke again, "You disappoint me, [Name]. I expect a much better performance by tomorrow." With those cold words, he abandoned you in the desolate silence of the living room.

It was the last draw for the persona you had been building up your entire life, as everything collapsed before you. Holding back tears, you retreated to your room. The façade of strength crumbled, and the weight of a life forced upon you became unbearable. In the quiet solitude, you grappled with the harsh reality that you never chose—a life of villainy, ruthless training, and a father who saw only failure in his own daughter.

In the safety of your room, the weight of today's events pressed upon you, and crying became inevitable. Alone in the quiet room, you succumbed to the overwhelming sorrow that enveloped you. As your tears feel like silent rain, each droplet carries a weight of frustration.

The melancholy solitude was abruptly interrupted by a soft tapping on your window. Startled, you raised your eyes, and there, perched on the window sill, was a familiar figure. A surge of frustration and anger coursed through you—you hadn't been careful enough, and he had followed you back.

Gritting your teeth, you regarded him with a mixture of annoyance and weariness. Despite the desire to close the binds, you found yourself drawn to the window.

Your body moved almost involuntarily, and against your conscious will, you opened the window to control the intruder, "What do you want..?" Your voice was tinged with cracked vulnerability.

Silence was in the air as he nonchalantly hopped into your room, avoiding your question altogether. The resentful glare you cast upon him did nothing to deter his approach.

"S-Stay back!" You stammered, a tremor in your voice betraying fear.

"Or what, you'll shoot me?~" He chuckled, his words laced with dismissive amusement. You grimaced for your beloved weapon wasn't in your person and though you excelled in physical combat, you are no fool. Facing in a hand-to-hand combat with him would only lead to your downfall. "I didn't expect to find someone like you in tears..." Advancing toward you, he offered a gentle smile. "Hey... tell me, what's going on?" Each step he took prompted you to retreat.

"Leave me be! I don't want your pity, hero..." You hissed, voice laced with defiance as he closed in on your shaking frame.

"I'm not here to fight, I just want to understand," he asserted, his words carrying a sincerity that clashed with the prevailing tension in the room, "to understand you." Despite his seemingly genuine plea, you struggled to believe his words.

Your eyes had gone red and puffy from all the tears you shed. Shaking your head in disbelief, you dismissed his claim, unwilling to accept the possibility of genuine understanding from someone on the side of heroes.

"You heroes don't care about people like me—I'm just a criminal to you. So stop pretending you want any of it!" The bitterness echoed through the room.

Yet, your conviction against him and all heroes remained ignored by the man, imploring, "Perhaps if you fill me in, then I won't be like them." All his words carried a genuine curiosity.

Skepticism painted your perception, convincing you that it must be an act, a ploy to exploit vulnerability. However, the weight of your internal struggle proved too much to bear and your knees gave in, collapsing to the cold wooden floor. Tears, seemingly endless, streamed down your face as you buried it in your hands.

"I... I-I didn't want any of this!" You screamed, the anguish in your voice living through the air. "I never wanted any of it..." You looked up at him, your body trembling with the weight of your pain.

He knelt down to meet your gaze, his eyes shifting between your tear-streaked face and the untreated wounds that marred your body.

"I'm just a tool of them..." You uttered in a hushed tone, the confession heavy with the burden of a painful truth. "They never saw me as their daughter... only someone to do their dirty deeds." The words hung in the air, resonating with the silent acknowledgment of a fractured identity.

Quirkless and subjected to a life of cruelty, you were molded into a weapon by the very same people who should've provided you with love and care. What more could they have done to you if you possessed such abilities? His decision to follow you home, go easy on you in your earlier confrontation, and uncover the mystery shrouded in the shadows, had been justified.

As you sat defenselessly on the ground, the man enveloped you in the embrace of his wings and arms, a tight yet oddly comforting hold that you lacked the energy to resist. You surrendered to the almost crushing, warm hug, your tears soaking his clothes but he seemed not to care. It became evident that beneath the mask of a villain, you were, at your core, a broken individual.

His fingers gently reached out, tangling with your hair in a tender gesture, offering a moment of peace in the midst of the emotional storm. The world narrowed down to the cacoon of that embrace a fragile sanctuary where vulnerability could be acknowledged without judgment.

However, the fragile moment was abruptly shattered by a knock, followed by the concerned voice of a maid, someone you had grown close to during your time in this broken home.

"Ms. [Last Name? I heard a scream and wanted to check up on you..." She expressed from beyond the door. "Are you alright, dear?"

"That's my cue then," the man hummed, releasing you from the embrace as he rose to his feet. His gaze lingered on you with a soft, genuine smile. As he made his way to the window, he glanced back, "I hope to get to know you more... Ms. [Last Name]~" As you watched the winged man vanish into the night, you gathered yourself and stumble your way to the door.

Responding to the concerned maid, Alice, "Yes, I'm alright, Alice... Thank you for checking up on me," you replied with a sigh.

In a world where your biological mother was too preoccupied with chaos, the mad served as a comforting presence almost like your real mother. You wished she was your mother.

"Are you sure, Ms. [Last Name]?" It seemed your tone had betrayed you as she caught the lingering pain in your voice, "May I come in at least?" After a moment's hesitation, you relented, unlocking the door to allow her entry. Shock crossed her face as her eyes fell upon your wounds, some still bleeding. "Oh dear, look at you! And you left the window open, you might catch a cold, young woman!" Her worry was palpable, and you couldn't help but crack a soft smile.

"Sorry... I simply want to look at the stars. They're quite fascinating..." You lied, shielding the truth about the unexpected visitor in your room earlier, a hero no less.

You eyed her as she closed the window.

"Ms. [Last name], please sit for a moment; I'll tend to your wounds." Before you could protest, she had already left the room to get the essential things for your wounds.

Left alone with your thoughts, you couldn't shake about the winged man and his true intentions—his name also remained a mystery to you.

The next day arrived, and thanks to Alice's care, your wounds were now bandaged. With a warm coffee in your hand, you sat alone in a nearby café, the comforting aroma enveloping you as you attempted to find respite from the storm of thoughts that raged within.

The tranquility was abruptly shattered by the chime of the bell, signaling the entrance of an unwelcome presence. Although you didn't bother to look up, you sensed someone approaching you and much to your dismay, occupying the vacant chair across from you.

"What is it that you want this time..?" You demanded, locking eyes with the audacious interloper.

His response was a simple smile, brushing off the hostility you directed at him.

"I don't think I introduced myself yesterday, I'm Takami Keigo, by the way," he offered, extending his hand.

Gone were the safety of his black gloves, and he appeared in ordinary clothing, devoid of the heroic attire he donned the night before. A slight hesitation lingered in the air before reluctantly accepting the handshake.

"[Full Name]..." You mumbled, your voice revealing a reluctance to divulge more information. "So, if I may ask again, what is your business here... birdbrain?"

"...Heroes need a break too, y'know?" He responded, leaning in and releasing your hand before resting his on it. "I'm just a regular guy looking for some good company," he added.

"Fair enough... but I still got my eye on you," you declared, taking a sip of your coffee.

"You truly don't trust me, do you?" He sighed rather dramatically, his expression reflecting a mix of amusement and resignation. "What can I do to gain your trust?" He inquired, his eyes fixing on you with an expectant glint.

"Nothing," you answered coldly, your gaze unwavering.

He pouted playfully in response to your lack of enthusiasm, undeterred in his attempts to keep the conversation alive.

"Well..." He kept being persistent, "let's start with something simple," he suggested, tapping his cheek as if pondering a question. "Like what do you do when you're not causing mayhem? Any hobbies?"

"Hobbies..?" You repeated, skepticism lacing your tone.

The notion that this hero wanted to get to you felt inconceivable, leaving you perplexed about how such information could benefit him. Questions lingered in your mind, like why he hadn't yet reported you to the authorities.

"Everyone's got something they enjoy, right?" He mused, his curiosity undeterred.

Your gaze shifted away from him, focusing on something else as you contemplated a response.

"I used to paint..." You began, "When I still have the time," you admitted, a small fleeting smile gracing your face as memories of a simple, more innocent time flashed before your eyes.

The warmth of the nostalgia was short-lived, replaced by a frown as the hero's voice but through your reverie.

"Painting, huh? That's pretty neat, ever think about picking up the brush again?" He inquired, a genuine interest in his tone that caught you off guard.

"I don't know. Maybe someday I will..." The idea of painting again had never crossed your mind until he mentioned it, yet a longing for your beloved brush began to surface.

"Well, if you ever decide to, let me know. I might not have artistic skills but I can be a good art critic!" He proposed a hint of camaraderie that caught you slightly off guard.

"Why... are you being so nice to me?" Your curiosity about his true motive lingered beneath the surface, demanding an answer.

"Why not? Being nice costs nothing." He shrugged, a sly smirk playing on his lips. "Besides, who knows? We might end up being friends or more if you prefer~ Stranger things have happened!" His slightly flirtatious tone grated on your nerves, scrunching your face in disgust.

"I'm leaving..." Standing abruptly, you grabbed your unfinished coffee, eager to escape the man's company.

"Hey! Where are you gooooing??" He whined, following beside you as you exited the establishment.

"Somewhere far from you," you grumbled, the promising start of a lovely day tainted by this unexpected intrusion.

"Heh, that would be a hard place to find! If there's even one~" His mischievous grin widened, aggravating your frustration.

"Are you simply here to bother me?" You accused, to which he responded by pinching your cheeks teasingly. "Hey—"

You were quickly cut off by his remark, "You do look cute when you're grumpy~ But no," he answered, releasing your cheek as you rubbed it right after, a faint ache lingering. "Can't I get to know you better? I'm interested in people's stories and yours seems intriguing!" He admitted, looking at you with a hint of earnestness.

"So you essentially cross people's boundaries out of personal curiosity?" Your remark made him pause in his tracks, his eyes widening.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, h-hold on! That's not what I meant at all! You've mistaken me," his chuckle carried a nervous undertone as he scratched the back of his neck. Suspicion etched across your features, you raised a skeptical brow. "No hidden agendas, no hero business. Just two people having a conversation. Maybe I'm old-fashioned, but I believe in the power of a good talk!" He reassured, attempting to dispel the doubts that lingered in the air.

You maintained your silence, casting a scrutinizing gaze at him before, without warning, you picked up your pace, leaving him be.

"Heeeeey!!"

The intrusion persisted for days, a relentless invasion of your life by the enigmatic avian hero, who you learned also goes as 'Hawks' but honestly, you rather refer to him as birdbrain. Even during your attempts at carrying out your grim assignments, he still would weave himself into the fabric of your existance.

His mere presence, devoid of confrontation, proved to be a disruptive force, effectively thwarting your every move. As the days unfolded, his interference mounted, exacerbating the challenges you faced, both in your dual life as a villain and under the oppressive gaze of your father's dissatisfaction.

Your once-covert operations became a chaotic dance, a tangled web of failed attempts and disrupted plans. Your father's wrath intensified with each perceived failure, each word piercing through your heart. You couldn't help but blame it all upon the man, the hero with an uncanny to infiltrate your life.

At times, he would tap persistently on your window until you either allowed him entry or pointed a gun at his face—a futile attempt to deter his meddling. Reluctantly, you found yourself letting him inside, providing you with sanctuary within the confines of your personal space.

Unexpectedly, as more days passed, you found yourself gradually opening up to the man. The guarded walls around your past, your struggles, and the torment inflicted by your family began to crumble apart. From the earliest memories of your childhood, where the weight of your parents' expectations pressed upon you, to the relentless pressure that molded you into the person you had become.

These people would cast you before powerful villains, using you as a pawn in their quest for world dominance. You were a prisoner in a family that sought to control everything even if it meant sacrificing their own daughter.

In recounting your story, you expected his indifference and disinterested responses. However, to your surprise, he listened intently, not letting any detail slip off. His comforting presence became solace in the storm of your tangled existence. The view of his actions being a mere act began to fade, replaced by the genuine concern and understanding he displayed.

Even if it so happened that he'll report you, it provided a sense of relief that you were able to share your side of the story, to vocalize the pain and suffering buried deep within. Alice had been a good friend and motherly figure, but there was something different about him.

The world is not simply shades of black and white. Each villain, including yourself, has a tale of experiences and pain that shaped them not who they are now.

Another unexpected turn is that a peculiar warmth began to swirl within you whenever he was near. His playful banter, occasionally laced with flirtatious undertones, wove through the confines of your heart, creating emotions you hadn't anticipated.

Now, you found yourself eagerly expecting his nightly presence in your room, a silent companion who brought comfort to the shadows that enveloped your life. Missions that should have been accomplished instead were ignored by stolen moments in the city with him. Together, you navigated through the urban labyrinth, experiencing the vibrant pulse of the city's nocturnal life.

In these hours he would fly you up into the moonlit skies, offering a view of the world from a perspective you had never imagined. The wind carries whispers of freedom and the soft glow of the city lights painted a canvas of serenity, it was a stark contrast to the chaos and darkness that defined your life.

From the very first confrontation, he had found more than just a typical villain in you. As he initially stalked you through the city's buildings, however, the more he observed, the more he realized he was mistaken.  Beneath the veil of a villain, he discovered a profound yearning for a normal life—a desire to break free from the chains imposed by what you call your family.

In silence, he vowed to become the catalyst for the change you sought, to be the friend you longed for, and to help you reclaim a sense of normalcy. He recognized the gray areas that defined the lives of those deemed villains.

He chose to keep his discovery of you a secret, he will shield you from the prying eyes of his allies, determined to handle the situation on his own terms and ensure your story remained untold to anyone who might exploit it.

As the moon cast its silvery glow upon the cityscape, you found yourself perched on a rooftop alongside Keigo. The night held a peaceful ambience and his presence brought a sense of companionship that you had longed for.

As he pulled you closer with a gentle sweep of his wings, he whispered into your ear, "It was a pleasure meeting you, [Name]... I hope this friendship develops into something more~"

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