Helios Is Going To Have.. An Interesting Reaction To The Creator Being Back

MC who has a habit of staring too much (even if they didn’t mean to.)

Simeon: *preaching at the front and sees MC staring at him* MC… You don’t need to stare at me like that.

MC: Sorry… I was too focus on listening to you.

Simeon: *smiles* It’s alright.

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Asmo: I don’t know if which of us is the avatar of lust of anymore.

MC: Why?

Asmo: You have been staring at me and it’s turning me on.

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MC: *daydreaming but unknowingly staring at Lucifer*

Lucifer: Do you need something, MC?

MC: *snaps back to reality* Huh?

Lucifer: Don’t do that again. I’ve almost kissed you.

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Mammon: *getting uncomfortable*

MC: *stare*

Mammon: ACK!!! I CAN’T FOCUS!

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Satan: MC, you’re staring too hard.

MC: Huh? On what?

Satan: *blushes* On my face. For five minutes actually.

MC: Oh… I didn’t notice.

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Diavolo: *chuckles*

MC: What?

Diavolo: You’re staring at me for a while. Are you sure you’re not inlove to me yet?

MC: *rolls eyes*

Vincent x ftm reader from dead plate...I need more of him I'm LOOSING IT

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freak vincent charbonneau who loves fucking you in his band t-shirts <3 FTM reader

"Like it?" Vincent asked you as he bungled up the band t-shirt you wore (which was his, by the way), raising an eyebrow at the way you sniffled.

He cooed, reaching a hand down to rub your sensitive bundle of nerves as he rolled his hips against yours. "You said you wanted to wear my shirt, well here you go." Although his voice remained monotone, you could tell Vincent was teasing you.

You gripped onto his forearm, "B-Because I wanted to sleep in it." You whispered in a breathless tone, "You can also sleep with my dick in you. You've done it before." Vincent leaned down to hide his face in the crook of your neck, slowly pulling out before thrusting back in, his balls slapping against your ass, making you cry out and squeeze around him.

Vincent grunted, cradling your head with his arm, "I just can't help it..." He trailed off, which led you to wonder what he wanted to say but decided not to voice out. Instead, Vincent panted into your ear.

His pace alone was driving you insane—going from rough plowing into your leaking cunt, to grinding his hips, his pelvis rubbing against your clit while you sobbed and begged him to keep his pace consistent. Vincent gently bit your neck, before licking the mark he left, “You're cute…” He whispered, his free hand reaching down to help spread your thigh even further.

“I should make you wear my shirts everyday.” Vincent bit his bottom lip, his hips beginning to thrust back into your pussy. “My sweet boy…” He groaned, feeling himself coming closer to his high. “Gonna paint your body…” Vincent pushed himself off of you and held your thighs open, fully plowing your dripping hole.

You sobbed, holding onto the bed sheets, desperately trying to find leverage while Vincent's tip kept kissing the deepest parts of you. You were so close, you felt like you were gonna explode any second now. He threw his head back and pulled out, giving his cock a few more pumps before he came all over your stomach and shirt—completely covering your body with his release, some even reached your face.

Vincent gulped thickly, staring at your twitching and sweaty body as you came down from your high. “You didn't get to cum, right?” He whispered, gently caressing your shaking thigh as he used his other hand to circle around your winking hole. “Don't worry.” Vincent inserted two fingers into your cunt and began fingering you, the lewd squelching noises that your pussy created made you feel so disgusting, but it was music to Vincent's ears.

“Hear that?” He said as a grin formed on his pale face, “It's calling my name…” Vincent whistled, pumping his fingers faster and deeper in your cunt. You cried, squeezing your thighs around his hand while shaking your head. Vincent chuckled and kissed your knee, the speed of his fingers not faltering for one second.

“Don't try and run away from me now… Just squirt all over my fingers, pretty baby…” Vincent urged, his eyes closely observing the way your cunt squeezed around his fingers, like it was desperately trying to suck it back inside. Or the way your juices ran down his hand and dripped onto the sheets, staining them.

He licked his lips and pulled his fingers out. The loss made you whine and sob adorable ‘whys’, but those pleads were quickly replaced by high pitched squeals when Vincent started eating you out.

One thing about Vincent was that he is a messy fucking eater. Since he can't really taste anything, he goes all out on eating your pussy like it's his last meal on earth. He held your thighs open, laying his tongue flat on your clit before he shook his head against it.

You arched your back and gripped onto his hair, desperately pulling him in closer as you felt yourself coming closer. “C-Close!” You cried salty tears, feeling his fingers go back to fingering you while he sucked and licked your abused clit. “That's it, come all over my tongue…” Vincent groaned into your pussy, his drool running down his chin as he watched your face.

It didn't take long for you to come all over his face, which he ate and drank all up like the freak he was <3

© shirakow ; i have completely forgotten how to write vincent so I'm sorry if this was messy <3 also it's almost 5 am when i post this, dont mind the typos I made (if i made any)

Solomon: *sad puppy expression* MC, didn't you cook breakfast for me?

MC: No.

Solomon: Are you still mad from the previous events?

MC: ...

Solomon: ...

Solomon: My siberian husky—

MC: Don't call me that.

Solomon: Awoo?

MC: *tries to ignore him*

Solomon: Awoo?

MC: ...

Solomon: *moves closer to them* *resting his chin over their head* Ruff.

MC: *cracks up*

Solomon: Are we good now?

MC: ...

MC: Yes. But you're an idiot, brother.

Solomon: Hehe~.

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MC: What are you doing here, Beel...

Beel: I'm hungry and I missed your food. I also dragged my twin brother so he could meet you.

Belphie: *looks at MC*

MC: ...

Belphie: You'll be good as a pillow.

MC: I don't want to.

Beel: Yes. How can they cook for me if they become your pillow?

Belphie: Are they not multi-purpose?

MC: *sweat drop*

Beel: MC, can you cook for me now?

MC: Sorry, Beel. But I still need to do grocery.

Beel: Okay. After we do grocery, can you cook for me?

MC: Yes... I suppose.

Beel: Great.

MC: ...

MC: Why are you still staring at me?

Beel: Can't you grow up faster so I can marry you?

MC: ...

Belphie: Beel, that came out of the blue.

Beel: Was it?

MC: ...

MC: I'll just pretend I never heard that.

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Solomon: MC? Don't go out tomorrow, okay?

MC: ...

MC: Ah, yes. Thank you for reminding me.

Solomon: You're welcome. *smiles*

Luke: Why can't MC go outside tomorrow?

Solomon: Tomorrow is the lunar eclipse.

Luke: Okay?

Solomon: *smiles* You'll see MC in their adult form.

Luke: Wh-Wha! Really?!

Solomon: Yes. Though that's only for the whole night.

Luke: But why can't they go outside?

MC: It's... troublesome...

Vet!Yuu: So lions don't purr. They chuff to show friendliness and nuzzle to show affection. Unfortunately for Leona he can't control when he does this.

-Later-

Vet!Yuu: Hey Leona~ Happy to see me?

Leona:(chuffs) Goddammit! Go away!

texting Dan Heng "baobei, come over" when we need help with something,,,,, and him getting all flustered and shy sksksks

(baobei = treasure in chinese)

A/N: pls, the man would short-circuit- This also got longer than I expected... oopsies. Well, I hope you enjoy <3

"My Treasure"

ft. Dan Heng x (gn!)Reader || [Fluff] -> Masterlist || → Taglist

"Baobei, can you come over for a sec? I need your help with something."

What would be an entirely normal direct message on his phone in the eyes of anyone else, was exactly the opposite to him.

Why did you call him a term of endearment in his native language out of the blue? Who even taught it to you? And did you even know what it means?

He could feel his face heat up uncontrollably and he immediately locked his phone again, looking around in panic to see if anyone was looking at him right now. He wished to avoid anyone seeing his reddened cheeks at any cost.

Mr. Yang was currently reading through some magazines and Himeko was currently somewhere else on the train, as was March. Lucky.

He quickly got up and headed for your room, halting in front of your door and trying to recollect himself before daring to knock on it.

He was leading possible conversations with you inside of his head to be prepared for as many possible outcomes as he could think of, which in turn made him more and more nervous.

Were you going to ask him out? Did you return his feelings? Are you planning to confess? Did you just mean to tease him and he was overthinking it?

He was most likely overthinking it. Sure, he had a crush on you but there was no way you would be able to know. He made sure you wouldn't find out under any circumstance. He believed March had her suspicions about it since she kept hinting at things, but he made sure to seem as indifferent about you as he possibly could every time.

Little did neither he nor you know that March knew everything and was trying to play the wing-woman for you two; The two idiots being obviously in love but at the same time too dumb to confess to each other.

By now his palms were sweaty and his heart was racing at light speed in his chest and he hadn't even knocked on the door yet. At the same time, he had no idea for how long he had been standing there, just staring at your door, but if someone would spot him hesitating like that, while also being beet red in the face, they could put two and two together.

In hindsight, it probably would've been smarter to just knock instantly without overthinking and getting this over with. Especially since his cheeks had grown even redder while he had done so.

As soon as he heard the door to the wagon he was in being opened he snapped out of his trance and finally knocked. Mostly just because he feared it would be Himeko or March. He wouldn't hear the end of their teasing if they spotted him in front of your room this flustered. Upon hearing your voice call him in he slipped right in as fast as he could without seeming suspicious.

"Hi! There you are finally!" You cheered, running over to him with a tablet in hand.

You were trying to show him something and ask him some questions, but he was too distracted to listen properly. What didn't help was that he felt like he was burning up from the inside with all the blood that was rushing to his cheeks. Admittedly, standing next to you after you called him baobei in your DM earlier, he even started to feel a little lightheaded.

"Hey, Dan Heng?" You looked at him visibly concerned with furrowed brows. "Are you not feeling well? Your face is all red and you look a bit out of it?"

"W-wha? Hmm? No, I'm alri-"

He was, in fact, not alright in the slightest. Especially not when he was cut off when you brushed his hair out of his forehead to feel his temperature. The skin-on-skin contact made everything even worse. For someone who was so put together usually, he currently was everything but.

"Good lord. You're burning up! Come here, lie down on my bed for a second."

He could absolutely not do that. He needed to leave. Fast.

"No, I'll just go lie down in my room instead. Just message me if you need anything from the archives."

"Okay," you nodded happily. "See ya later, baobei."

He winced at the mention of the word directly in person. You too didn't miss it and furrowed your brows in concern once more.

"Uh, did I say something wrong?" You asked, seemingly catching onto the fact that the word you kept saying to him could possibly be the reason for his strange behavior.

"D-do you know what that word means?"

"What? Baobei?"

He winced again before nodding and averting his gaze.

"Well... March said it means something along the lines of 'Bestie', I heard it when we were on the Luofu and thought it sounded cute."

So she was responsible for this. March, you would have some explaining to do.

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Can I request Trey, Floyd, deuce, and/or leona (you could add anyone else of you want) head canons for the ghost bride event where they got an extra slap for being a two timer because she could obviously see that they're in love with the reader? (They're not even dating reader was so confused witnessing it)

I mean this basically happened to Sebek

Getting Called A Two-Timer by the Ghost Bride

Trey:

Did the dishrag line make that obvious?

But OW! Why does Eliza slap so hard?

Trey glances over to you and your confused face. PLEASE THINK THAT THE GHOST BRIDE IS RIDICULES!!

He doesn't want you to know yet and Eliza just outed him right in front of you.

Is very embarrassed but he can't leave due to being paralyzed by Eliza.

Does not appreciate the commentary.

Floyd:

What a bitc-

Does not like that he was slapped twice and hates that Jade is laughing at him.

Hates that Eliza is calling him out for liking you. It's not like he wanted to propose to her in the first place.

Admits it outloud, he likes you. It's already out in the open, so he sees no point in trying to hide it.

"This is prolly a bad time to ask you on a date."

"No shit."

It wasn't a "No" to his offer so... Doesn't mention that though because you might leave and he can't stop you.

Deuce:

Keeps messing up his words and is blushing from embarrassment.

Ghosty Why!

Confirms that you and him are not dating and keeps looking at you.

Is very embarrassed and would very much like to leave.

Yes, he shouldn't have attempted to charm Eliza when he liked you, but what choice did he have?

Does not argue over getting slapped for a second time, but it HURTS and he doesn't like it.

Leona:

SHIT!

Refuses to look over at you because he knows if he does, he can't deny it.

Hates Vil commenting on it and laughing at Leona's poor performance.

Glares at Eliza and Vil.

Still won't admit to anything and will not look your way.

Vil:

Eliza not once, but TWICE, slapped his invaluable and immaculate face.

Is very pissed about it and demands to know why she would do such a thing.

He actually sang the duet and was perfect at it! People would KILL for the chance and she just SLAPS HIM TWICE???

Is more mature when Eliza points to you and calls him out for being "So obviously in love, and not even trying to hide it".

Vil is still pissed at Ghost Bride for slapping him so he says back to her "Yes. I'd much rather propose to them than to you."

Meaning yes he likes you, and yes you're the better choice.

Gives you a glance but doesn't say anything. Just a look that he somehow pulls off with a red slap mark on his face.

Diavolo: Lucifer! *looks at him while playing with MC's hair* *has this expression of discovering something new*

Diavolo: How can someone have this really soft fur?

MC: That's my hair...

Lucifer: They're of Solomon's breed.

MC: ...

Diavolo: Are you sure? But this one looks pure.

MC: I know my brother is shady sometimes, but can you please not insult him? I don't feel good when someone insults my brother.

Lucifer: You're right. They're a lot more different from Solomon.

Lucifer: That guy pretends not to hear anything.

MC: ...

Diavolo: By the way, I've heard from Lucifer that you're a good fighter. Do you want to try having a wrestling fight with me?

MC: ...

MC: I don't think I will stand a chance.

Diavolo: Don't worry. I will go easy on you.

MC: *immediately hides behind Lucifer*

Lucifer: *pleased*

Diavolo: Lucifer, hand me the puppy.

Lucifer: No. Besides, they do have a point. Your idea of "going easy on someone" will never work in your nature.

Diavolo: *frowns*

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*Lucifer and Diavolo finally letting go of MC and leaving them alone*

MC: *just staring into space because of exhaustion*

Satan: Hey, kid. You shouldn't be sitting on the sidewalk—

MC: *looks up at him*

Satan: *lowkey mesmerized by their face*

Satan: *realized that he got distracted for a few seconds* *shakes his head*

Satan: As I've said earlier, you should not be sitting on the sidewalk. There are a lot of people walking here. What if they accidentally bumped into you or something?

MC: *no thoughts in those eyes*

Satan: ...

Satan: Are you perhaps... hungry?

MC: No. I'm exhausted.

Satan: ...

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Satan: *brought MC to the House Of Lamentation*

Asmo and Mammon: MC!

Satan: You know them?

Asmo: Yes! They're Solomon's sibling!

Satan: Solomon?

Mammon: Hey, MC! You look lifeless! Here, I'll give you some hug!

MC: *immediately falling asleep after being embraced by him*

Satan: So it seems they're really that exhausted.

Asmo: *displeased* Of course. Lucifer and Lord Diavolo have been hogging them the whole day.

Satan: ...

Mammon: If only they made a pact with me first, this would never happen.

Barbatos: So you told this human, that I am a womanizer? *smiling* *his arms around MC*

MC: ...

Lucifer: Aren't we all?

MC: ...

MC: I feel endangered.

Barbatos: How so? Are you that comfortable in my presence?

MC: My relatives literally died in an argument between two demons.

Barbatos: Oh. Don't worry. We're not that irrational.

Lucifer: Yes. But he tortures.

Barbatos: Ah... Lucifer? Are you trying to make an impression?

Lucifer: I already have. Two months ago. Isn't that right, babe?

MC: ...

MC: Please. Don't.

Lucifer: *chuckles*

Barbatos: ...

Barbatos: *takes a sniff on MC's scent* *smiles* It's okay. You haven't made a move on them yet.

MC: ...

MC: *looks troubled* What's that supposed to mean?

MC: I don't get it when Satan's like, "Don't compare me to Lucifer, I don't look like him."— Bitch. That's how fucking genetic works.

Satan: ...

Lucifer: *laughs*

MC: See Beel? Yeah. Beel is the only orange in the family. He should be the one complaining!

Beel: ...

Belphie: *ends up laughing too*

MC: Gosh! You're fucking stressing me out!

Levi: Lol. I told you that you shouldn't be fighting in front of them. They'll be roasting you for no reason.