Discipline

Discipline

Yandere! Lucifer x reader x Diavolo

Summary: Lucifer has to punish you. Diavolo agrees to help. 

Tw: female reader, nsfw, non - con, dub - con, threesome, spanking, degradation, jealousy, lots of slut - shaming, orgasm denial, slight mindbreak(?), this turned very porny lolz

You had really fucked up this time, and it wasn’t hard to see. You could tell by the thick sickly – sweet aroma of cinnamon, honey, burnt coal and pure, unhidden, uncultivated wrath that was polluting the air. It was made obvious by the harsh handcuffs on your wrists that prevented you from moving even an inch. It manifested in the way he breathed down your neck, the cold sharp anger painfully obvious despite the warmth of his body radiating upon your bare back. Of course it wasn’t just that. It was his big strong hands roughly gripping your thighs in order to spread your legs as far as possible. It was his lips on your shoulders sending shivers down your spine, his tongue rolling over your wet tear-stained cheeks, feeding off the misery, his teeth sinking deep into your neck, poisoning your blood and weakening your senses. It was also the uncertainty of it all, the soft classic music in the background, carefully chosen to tackle your nerves, the open door and the darkness of corridor that it led to. It was everything with Lucifer, or nothing at all.

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L ,O, V, and Efor mammon please!

Love letters: How would they go about courting or approaching their darling?

Mammon tries not to pine so openly for you, but you're just so cute and amazing and intelligent and he really loves seeing you around but he won't ever admit it. He tries to court you by treating you to lunch whenever he wins big at the casino! Mammon is also a gift-giver when it comes to you; he particularly enjoys buying you anything that comes in matching pairs! You know he loves you because he can't seem to hold himself together, stumbling over his words and denying every solid point you bring up. He's a hypocrite, a walking contradiction when he assures you that he's only doing this because he's just that great! It's only a display of power. Yeah, sure. You really want to punch him sometimes.

Oppression: How many rights would they take away from their darling?

He isn't strict but he will drag you to his room when his insatiable greed overwhelms his rationality. Mammon is frantic about this, maybe deep down he knows it's wrong, but this man ropes you into his troubles without considering how you feel. He's selfish, and he knows it. He's stopped caring at this point.

Vice: What weakness can their darling exploit in order to escape?

He's so easy to fool; Mammon's hopelessly in love with you, so much so that it clouds his judgement often. He's not known for his wit and he's head over heels. You could ask him for mostly anything and he'll scramble to please you. It's tough when your wishes clash with his own. Escape is relatively simple if you behave, but once you attempt escape all of it will change.

Exposed: How much of their heart do they bare to their darling? How vulnerable are they when it comes to their darling?

The man's an open book. You know what he's thinking and how completely and utterly infatuated he is with you. He denies it, only in rare moments will he meekly admit his love for you, meanwhile you've been stuck in his room for weeks. It loses its charm quickly.

STUTTERBUG IS SO GOOD HOLY SHIT YOUR WRITING IS AMAZING I LOVE IT❤️❤️❤️

You're too kind~ thank you, anon ;u;

I told myself I wasn't going to cry, but boy howdy it hurt so good. ;o;

I love this outcome, and I'm just grateful for anything you put out, honestly. Thank you for the food~

replaced MC au. pt 3

characters: OM! boys

genre: slight angst

warnings: strong language, mentions of death

a/n: not proofread

tags: @jiminslajibolala @letsblazewolf @lemonandlime22@crystal-freak24 @furblrwurblr @wawadraws12 @929497 @elizabeth-brown @neptune-cinths @moemoesenpai @delusional-angel @lmao-liz @ryokuu @jeancolors @nanamadama @prefesro @mammonl0ver @mammonssheep

"MC, can i talk to you for a few seconds?" muriel called out to you before you could leave purgatory hall with simeon and solomon.

you walked over to him, giving him a small smile and nodding, "yes, muriel?"

he gave you a gentle smile, soft, expected of an angel, but in his eyes, carried the feeling of pity. "as you know, i am an angel. my abilities are similar to simeon, but i can sense emotions much better than him. i do not know much of your relationship with the brothers or what they had done to you in the past to cause you to do this yourself. but i can feel and sense much pain, hatred, and sorrow in your heart because of it. it's faint, but it's there. i fear that if you recover your memories, the pain will be more prominent and hurt you more than before."

"MC?" you heard lord diavolo call out, snapping you out of what you recalled muriel tell you earlier, "are you alright? having second thoughts?"

"oh, no. i was just lost in thought, lord diavolo," you explained. hurt more than before? what did he mean?

"don't worry MC, we understand if you wish to stop with the reversal," you heard lucifer say.

you shook your head, sitting in the middle of everyone. they had gathered in a circle to surround you. it seemed a little creepy like they were sacrificing you, but you could feel their support for you.

"it's fine, lucifer. i don't think it'll be that bad anyway."

laila had her hands clasped together in front of her chest, worried about you getting hurt. simeon and solomon stood in front of you, solomon holding a spellbook and simeon there to help him. lord diavolo had cast a protective rune around where you were sitting in case anything were to happen. the brothers all held onto each other, worried out of their minds, thinking about worst-case scenarios.

it had been a few days after mammon and asmodeus drunk-begged you. after informing everyone about your decision, many preparations were made to avoid any unexpected happenings. simeon had told luke and muriel to stay at purgatory hall. simeon didn't want luke to witness anything he shouldn't have to and muriel had to stay with him to take care of the little one. lucifer had told laila to stay at purgatory hall with them but she insisted to be by your side.

"remember MC, it won't be easy, and it will take a toll on your mental state for a while. anytime you wish to stop, just tell us," solomon assured.

you nodded, sighing, "you guys keep telling me that, i get it okay? i just want my memories back now please~," you said in a sing-song voice, trying to uplift the serious atmosphere.

you saw solomon give you a gentle smile. with that, both he and simeon spoke out the words. you chanted along softly, feeling a slight pulse from your palm. you stared at your hand, words being read. 'so that must've been what cause the pain,' you thought.

before you could fully comprehend what was written, sharp pains entered your head. it felt like your skull was splitting open. as a reflex, you grabbed the sides of your head, trying to make it cease.

but alas, it was pointless. the longer the reversal spell went, the more you fought against it, the more it hurt. your body curled into a ball, trying to provide some comfort to yourself on the cold floor. it sounded as if the wind was blowing into your ears, solomon and simeon's voices no longer audible.

you wanted to call out for help, but you knew that if you did, they would stop the spell. you could feel strained screams and squeals leaving your throat. biting your lip, you tried to silence yourself.

by the side, the seven brothers, lord diavolo, barbatos, and laila watched the whole process. lord diavolo stood with an emotionless expression, his arms crossed with barbatos by his side.

in contrast, the brothers and laila were worried out of their wits.

lucifer tried not to show it, arms crossed just as diavolo, but your screams and whimpers of pain rang through his ears. the vision of you crumpled in a ball on the floor, face writhed in pain was engraved into his mind as he turned his head away, shutting his eyes, brows furrowed.

mammon was excited at first, he wanted you to be happy, to have fun with him again. hang out in his room, accompany him to majolish. not this. he wanted to make solomon stop, your pain to stop. but he couldn't. he was rooted to the spot he was standing in. why? because he knew deep down, he wanted you to remember. he wanted the old you back.

levi couldn't even face you. he was crouched down on the floor, his head in his hands as he watched the spell continue, your screams along with solomon and simeon's voices in the background were the only thing that filled the room.

satan had shut his eyes. he was angry, not at you or solomon but at himself and his brothers. he was angry about how they were so careless to the point that you wanted to erase your memories about them. you were the one that helped him somewhat mend his relationship with lucifer, yet he couldn't help you even in this time of need.

asmodeus was balling his hands into fists, not caring about whether it would bruise or leave marks in his lovely palm. his sharp nails were digging into his flesh as he watched.

beelzebub had lost all appetite. how could he not when he had to watch you go through this? he stared at the ground with saddened eyes, looking as if he had just lost a five-course meal. his hands were held in front of his chest, fingers picking at his nails with anxiety as he could do nothing to help relieve the pain you experienced.

belphegor was now more awake than ever, watching with knitted brows. the cow pillow that he had brought along was held tightly to his chest. oh, how he wished he could at least give it to you to offer some comfort.

you, on the other hand, after minutes that felt like an eternity had passed and you finally gave in to the pain, fell to the ground. the only movement visible was your chest heaving lightly.

the brothers and laila wanted to run to you, they wanted to help you. the only thing that stopped them was solomon holding his hand out and simeon shaking his head, indicating the process had not finished.

though you seemed peaceful, your body curled up in a fetal position as if you were asleep, your mind ran miles. the contrast between your current physical and mental was astonishing, but none watching could tell. none of them could possibly know the waves of hurtful memories that rushed back to you.

at first, it was wonderful. a bliss of memories. but that was just the calm before the storm.

meeting the brothers for the first time, celebrating their birthdays, them celebrating your birthday as well. all the wonderful moments came back one by one. you were happy.

"MC, well done on your recent test. i saw your results. do you wish to go anywhere to celebrate alone with me?"

"MC! guess what! i won big today at the casino! c'mere, let's go out shoppin' together to treat ourselves."

"i got a new game. MC! do you want to try it with me? i have an extra controller for you!"

"MC? oh, the book you recommended me was actually really good. but i would've enjoyed it much more if you could have read with me by my side."

"oh MC! you look stunning in that! i told you, i have a wonderful eye for outfits like this. come! i have some more in my room! let me dress you up dearie~"

"MC, go to madam scream's with me today. there's a new limited flavor pastry that i want to try. i wanted to bring you to share it with you."

"MC, i got this new fluffy thing. look at it. i called you to share it with you. here, lay beside me."

then came the storm.

it wasn't slow like before, no. it was much worse. all the pain, both physical and mental came rushing back at the same time. their voices all contorted together, spewing insults.

the feeling of belphegor killing you after you wanted to help him, beelzebub who, though was a gentle giant, always took your meals before you could have them. how asmodeus compared your beauty to laila's. satan nearly killing you because you didn't want to make a pact with him. the memory of leviathan also wanting to kill you because you beat him at some stupid quiz. mammon used to call you a bother, claiming he was your 'first man', but was able to dump you on the side of the street because he found laila to be his new 'lucky charm'.

and of course, the fight with lucifer. how he would threaten you into following his rules, verbally abusing you and comparing you to laila. the most recent fight, fresh in your mind. the emotional pain came rushing back as if you were still in an argument with him.

everything came back rushing at once, the old memories, both good and bad. though, the bad outweighed the good by a landslide. everything was fresh in your mind, you could still feel the dear from satan and leviathan's threats. the pain from belphegor crushing your body like a feather. the emotional pain from being abandoned by the brothers that claimed to love you so much the minute someone new came into their lives.

what awoke you from your 'peaceful' slumber was the fresh tears that fell from your eyes and the constant chatter from the brothers who wanted to see you awaken.

you didn't groan, you didn't sigh or yawn. the only reaction you had was to sit up, a deadpan face but tears constantly falling. you didn't bawl, sob nor cry out. all you could do was sit there, on the ground, surrounded by the faces of those who hurt you.

immediately, laila ran to you, crouching down by you and asking if you were okay.

"MC! are you alright? you're... you're crying," she said, kneeling down next to you.

the rest of the brothers were slowly inching their way towards you, wanting to know whether you remembered them but not wanting to overwhelm you.

"... why?" you asked in an indifferent tone, your eyes were hollow as your mind still held the fresh memories of them hurting you.

simeon and solomon had made their way to the side for the brothers to see you. you looked up to them, your tears still streaming down your face yet your eyes held no emotion of sadness.

so this was what muriel meant.

"MC? are ya alright?" mammon asked, worried as he tried to crouch down in front of you. he reached out his arm to hold you, but you flinched, moving backwards from his touch.

"why would you make me remember those things?" you asked, your voice choking.

"w-we... we missed the old you so..." leviathan said.

"aren't you glad you remember us...?" asmodeus asked, the seven of them were now still in front of you as laila watched your reactions from the side.

"glad?" you said in a breathy voice, "you guys... you hurt me. at first it was nice! i got to relive wonderful memories... moments i spent with you. but after that, all the horrible things you did to me kicked in. all at once," you continued, now staring at the floor.

you could feel laila's reassuring grip on your arm tighten as you brought your hands up to wipe the continuous stream of tears from your face. it was more vigorous now, not that of unfeeling but now of immense pain and sorrow.

belphegor's body froze, still as a statue. he knew what was the worst memory he had of you. they all knew what you remembered. but they also knew that each of them had done horrible things to you.

"you... you killed me. you killed me when i tried to help you. and all of you threathened me, threathened to rip me to pieces if i didn't follow your rules. so many times i could have died," you laughed out. though you were laughing, it came out more as a weep.

"t-then... when i helped you guys get back together, when i helped all of you become a family again. you cast me aside. laila came into the picture, she was always kind to me. but you all... all of you threw me away!" you exclaimed.

"MC, please-" you heard lucifer say, trying to calm you down.

"you!" your gaze shot up to lucifer, both your eyes and nose now red. "you always compared me to her! saying i wasn't good enough and that i was a disappointment! each and every one of you just... abandoned me. you said i wasn't pretty enough like laila or that there was no more room for me. always saying that you were my 'first man' but you were the first to throw me away!"

"even when i joined you guys to hang out with her, you'd forget about me! what was the point? huh? what was the point of making me remember all the shit you did to me!" you yelled in an accusing tone, eyes darting from one brother to the next. your heart tigthened at each of their faces, each of those demons who said they would be there for you.

before you coukd continue, laila looked up at them. a saddened expression on her face, "you... you did that to MC?" she asked. she now faced the floor, still grbbing onto your arm.

lucifer tried to explain, but no words left his mouth as his brain searched for the right words to say.

"why would you do that!" laila said in an accusing tone just as you had.

"you wanted me to remember you so that we could 'go back to the way we were'. but now that i remember, i feel like i preferred it when i didn't know you."

the brothers all stood, mouth agape, all wanting to explain. they knew what they did was wrong, and they were angry, at themselves. regretful, of how they treated you.

"MC, please, let me make it up to ya-"

you took in a deep breath and exhaled shakily, looking up at mammon with anguished eyes.

"you had a chance to make it up to me when i didn't remember you. but instead of slowly trying to rebuild our 'relationship', you asked me to remember you. and that's what i did."

laila stood up, not bothering to look at the brothers in the eye. instead, she helped you up, slowly making your way together to simeon and solomon.

"can we stay with you guys for a while?" you asked with a tear stained face to simeon. the only feelings left in your heart were pain, hearrbreak and sadness. the physical pain you felt from being killed in the past and the mental burden of everything coming back once.

"of course, MC. come, let me help you," simeon offered, wrapping an arm around you as laila trailed behind the two of you with solomon.

as you walked out, you left the seven demons, disheartened, disappointed and dolorous.

"barbatos, has the timeline been done?" diavolo asked his butler, still a distanced gaze on his face.

"yes, young lord, the timeline has been set."

with that, it caught the brothers' attention. the heads of the seven snapped to face royals at once.

"you mean you knew about this? you knew this would happen?"

"why didn't ya tell us! we coulda' stopped it!"

"why did you keep this to yourself? you could have changed the outcome!"

barbatos glared at the brothers, angered at them for the pain they caused you and for their ignorance.

"if i had told you, what happened, wouldn't have happened. something worse would have, in fact. every single timeline i looked in, it ended with yours and MC's relationship shattering. i had to find a way to relieve the pain they felt, and this was the best outcome. both for them, and for the seven of you." barbatos sneered, standing in front of lord diavolo to shield him from the others.

the brothers didn't want to accept it. they didn't want to listen. how could this have been the best outcome? what other pain ahd they caused you in different times?

but they had to accept the truth. they had to accept the fact that they lost both laila snd you. the only two beings who brought true love and light to their dull life.

because deep down, they knew, they knew they were still demons. still the avatars for the seven sins. and no matter what they did, no matter which timeline it was, they did not deserve your kindness, you friendship, your forgiveness.

in every single timeline, they had destroyed what little link they had left between you and them. and for this to be the best outcome, for you to suffer from pains of horrid memories and traumas caused by them? they knew that they could not have such a blessing in their life.

they were still the seven mighty demons of hell after all. the seven demon brothers who love you, but did not deserve you.

do you have a masterlist?? and im unsure but i think for one of your stories i couldn't finish reading it because it wouldn't let me scroll further down? im not sure though and it could have finished but it looked like there was more that i couldnt get to :/ it was the yandere! peter parker x reader

Unfortunately, I haven't created a masterlist yet, but I'm currently using the tag #ty writes

Could you tell me which fic it was? Maybe there's an error I should fix. :o

How ya doing, btw~?

Honestly everything you've written for Peter Parker is on another level, just incredible. I love your writing 👏🏻👏🏻👏🏻👌🏻👌🏻👌🏻💕

Well I love you first, so whatcha gonna do about it?

My school career is almost over and I'm reaching some emotional enlightenment so I'm going to throw myself back into writing as self-care~

I hope you're doing well, anon. vuv