I See Your Asks Are Open, Then May I Please Ask For Headcanons For Poly Demon Bros Reacting To Mc Treating

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I see your asks are open, then may I please ask for headcanons for poly demon bros reacting to mc treating their familiars as their children please, like Mammon’s crows

A/N: I’m going to say that these familiars are ghosts because there are more then just land animals, but MC has an automatic bond with that specific animal if they were to ever see an actual living one in the three realm

Lucifer

He doesn't know where they picked up this child to parent habit with their familiars

Luci watches with clear amusement as these ghostly animals follow them around

He’s also glad for the fact that these familiars can protect them when any of the brothers aren’t there to

One day, he goes to their room to find they are studying before heading to bed

He assumes they have been working hard, as the ghostly familiars push them to bed

When the familiars get them to bed, he walks in and kisses their forehead

He’s glad MC has familiars to watch over them..

Mammon

He won’t admit he got a bit jealous when the familiars started interrupting their, already limited, time together

Mammon will pout every time he sees them with MC

But he can’t really argue, he babies his crows, so being upset that MC is a parent figure to their familiars is a bit hypocritical

Kind of competes with the ghosts for MC’s attention

Is it childish? Yes. Is he stopping? No.

Leviathan

Ugh, why does these stupid familiars have to get in the way of Levi and MC time?

But he’ll admit seeing MC with their familiars remind him just how majestic they are.

He may suggest Henry can play with the familiars while he and MC are playing games together

It’s cute seeing MC smile when they look back and see the animals playing together, like a proud parent who’s kids are finally making friends

Levi may also use this as an excuse to hang out later

Satan

If anything, he’s glad the familiars are there

They can protect MC, they can aid MC, they can help to ensure MC is safe

Satan has no qualms with it, as he sees this as beneficial 

Also finds it cute how their relationship is

Seeing MC guide and baby their familiars is an adorable sight

Once, Satan and MC was studying, and time has passed by fast, and the familiars were trying to wake them up

It reminds him of when he was young and trying to get an already sleeping Lucifer’s attention

He shakes off the memory and goes to guide MC back to their room

Asmodeus

Has he taken photos of MC babying their familiars? Yes.

Will he continue to do so? Yes.

Like c’mon, they can’t be cute with their familiars and not expect Asmo to take a picture

He will have his phone out every time he sees the two

Solomon has noticed this, and wonders why he seems so obsessed with taking photos of the two

Beelzebub

He’s happy that MC has familiars 

This means they have more magic, right?

Whatever the case was, he’s happy for MC

Doesn’t mind that the ghostly animals spend time with MC, and finds it adorable how doting and caring MC is

He has offered them food, and even though they don’t need to eat, Beel thinks they like being appreciated

Helps MC parent them the best he can 

Belphegor

They seem to have so much time to spend with the familiars and not him.

Though, that doesn’t stop him from interrupting MC and their familiars 

He literally doesn’t care if they want a break from the brothers spending time with the ghostly familiars

They are his pillow.

He finds the parenting MC does weird, and he will voice that

But seeing it does eventually grow on him

Does that mean he will stop bugging them? No.

Long time no see Tumblr. Quick guide on coloring deeper skin tones

A great read for the bout of insomnia at 2 am 😩

10/10 would fixate on again

Had this posted on my quotev for a while so I figured I’d start moving some of my monster characters x reader inserts over here.💖

The Gray; Aziel (half Naga) x Female reader

Trigger Warning: Angst/Comfort/Smut. This chapter contains brief mentions of insomnia and insecurity. Proceed with caution if this could be triggering to you. It is still comfort though!

Contains smut! 18+. Minors do not interact. All characters in this are over 21. Lots of praise, kinda hard Dom at times?, spitting kink, multiple orgasms, oral (female receiving)

Time moves slowly for you. Three hours of sleep feels like ten, and you can’t bring yourself to close your eyes again despite the charcoal sky staring at you from just outside your window. Sighing, you glide your palm across the creamy cotton sheets of your shared bed and frown at the empty space next to you. You’ve grown so accustomed to Aziel’s new work schedule — which allows him to be at home at night and early mornings now — that you can’t seem to relax without him. 

Giving up on the idea of sleep, you roll to your side to check the time on the phone. 2:37 A.M. You’ve only been asleep for three hours, and Aziel won’t be home for another two hours at least seeing as he’s covering a shift for one of his sick workers. You can’t bring yourself to bother him, knowing he gets concerned when you don’t sleep enough. He even supported you in transitioning to a job that allows you to work from home, hoping it would give you more time to have a routine sleep schedule. Not that it worked, of course. At best, it just allows you to take breaks when you become too tired to stare at your computer screen. You’re thankful you don’t have to work today, at least. 

The apartment is silent as you stroll lazily from the bedroom to the kitchen. Vines hang from the potted plants at the entrance to your destination, an addition of Aziel’s suggestion that took a while to get used to. It isn’t that you dislike the cottagecore vibe of your boyfriend’s place. Various herbs hang in containers from the ceiling, flowers are situated at every corner, and vines greet you at each doorway. It’s beautiful, really, but it’s so foreign to you. Amidst all of the effortless, natural beauty, you feel out of place somehow. 

Sighing, you drag your fingertips across the freshly cleaned marble counters. They slide easily across the surface until they tap against a ceramic mug. Aziel must have known you wouldn’t be able to sleep, seeing as how he left out materials to make your favorite tea. You smile at the subtle display of affection, taking advantage of the convenience and brewing a small cup. You just barely get yourself settled into the couch, tapping at the remote to select one of your comfort shows, before the door of your apartment clicks open. 

Those golden rimmed glasses are just a touch out of place, hanging a bit too far down his nose. His hair, usually slicked back, is disheveled as if he’s been raking his fingers through it all night. His white dress shirt situated beneath his jacket has a small coffee tinted stain on it, and yet, he’s the picture of ethereal. He’s regal without trying just like everything else in his life aside from you, though you feel a tinge of bitterness at your one sided belief.

“Couldn’t sleep, huh?” Aziel asks with a sad, knowing smile as he drapes his jacket across the arm of the couch. Your downturned expression doesn’t go unnoticed by him, and his own snake-like eyes narrow worryingly. You’re not even looking at him anymore, gaze focused on your own legs tucked beneath your body. “Love?” 

“Sorry,” you reply suddenly, snapping your head up to meet his stare. “I just…” Your voice trails off as the words fail to appear. You’re not sure what to say or what you should say. Why are you with me? Am I really good enough for you? You’ve asked him those questions enough. He’s probably grown tired of your insecurities, of trying to reassure you when your mind runs away with the thought of everything you lack compared to him, or at least what you perceive to lack.

“Do you wanna talk about it?” He asks softly. The couch dips when he lowers himself next to you. The scent of the coffee shop has latched onto him, and while he claims he hates it sometimes, you can’t seem to stop inhaling the sweet aroma. “Do you wanna try to sleep some more?” He asks when he realizes you’re not going to answer his first question. 

You shake your head, allowing yourself to fall against his side. He’s warm. He’s always been warm despite his reptilian side. Part of you feels guilty when you think about your own insecurities compared to his. You recall the way he insisted he would eat in the back room of his own coffee shop the first time you met. You remember the nervous, fearful gleam of his vertically slanted eyes when his sister introduced the two of you. And when he opened up to you about how much he had been bullied in his youth and even adulthood, you remember the way his strong voice faltered just slightly. So really, who were you to feel depressed compared to him? 

“Hey.” Aziel brushes his fingertips over your cheek, flattening his palm against the flesh and maneuvering your face so he can see you. “Where is your mind wandering off to, love? Did I do something to upset you?” 

It’s the final breaking point; his sympathy and determination to help you takes over. The way he believes it’s his responsibility to carry your burdens only increases your guilt, though you know he only does it because you do the same for him. An equally supportive relationship should be something to treasure, but you’re too wrapped up in the idea that you’re not pulling your own weight. 

“You’re crying,” he whispers with a frown, thumb rubbing beneath your eye to wipe away the liquid. “Please talk to me.” 

“I’m tired,” you finally manage to speak hoarsely. “I just don’t understand why you’re putting up with me, I guess. Aren't you tired of me, too?” 

Aziel’s eyes widen briefly before his brows lower in a sympathetic gaze. “Put up with you?” He softly whispers your statement, the hurt evident in his tone. “Tired of you? I adore you. Whatever your mind is telling you right now is not true.”

You know he’s right. Deep down, you know your mind is making false scenarios, accusing the gentle man of having negative emotions he would never even dream of possessing. Still, it doesn’t make it any easier to snap yourself out of this slump, especially when you’re functioning with barely any sleep. 

“I know,” you sigh, pressing your face deeper into his palm. “I’m sorry. I know. I’m just being insecure and silly. I just…”

“It’s not silly,” Aziel defends without being prompted. “Everyone needs a little extra assurance sometimes, and I’m more than happy to give that to you.” The pads of his fingertips are feather-light against your skin as he gazes down at you, palm sliding across your cheek until it rests on your jawline. Every few seconds, his thumb brushes at the corner of your lip as if he’s asking for permission to kiss you. As if he needs to do something so respectful. He treats you like a secret treasure he’s just discovered, hesitant to take it because of his own morality. 

You know that’s how he thinks. You understand he doesn’t want to take advantage of the situation, and his touch has only pure intentions. He’s never forced himself on you, never approached you in a sexual manner unless he had some type of hint from you first. But something about the way his thumb pauses at your lip, discreetly tugging at the flesh, sends electricity through your body.

You can tell he’s trying to decipher your body language, contemplate if it’s truly okay to lean in and steal a kiss. You’re just as conflicted, feeling guilty for wanting him to prove how much he cares for you. He already does it so much, through the little things he does for you like bringing you tea or special sweets just because he knows you like them. You’re appreciative of it, truly, but you want something different, something you’re afraid to ask for. It’s carnal, lustful. It makes your skin burn just thinking about how special you feel when he touches you. No matter how it sounds, his love and affection — a special brand of sensual comfort only he can provide — is what you need the most right now, but you’re so nervous to request it.

“You’re the most beautiful thing in the world,” he whispers, swallowing thickly. “And I don’t just mean some superficial beauty. Inside and out, you’re just…breathtaking.” He’s nervous too, the softness and wavering of his voice a subtle sign he gives when he’s unsure of himself. It’s not that he doubts his statement. By all accounts, you can tell he honestly believes you’re the most ‘gorgeous’ person he’s interacted with. There’s something else, though. There’s something strangely sensual about the way his unique eyes keep switching from your lips to your neck, and then settle again on your eyes. He opens his mouth as if he wants to say something, though he ultimately presses his lips together in silence. 

“What?” You urge breathlessly. It’s funny, the way you’re already gasping when nothing has even happened yet. Maybe it’s the anticipation of his next move. Maybe it’s your imagination running wild with thoughts of his hands roaming across your body. You just want to be utterly, undeniably drunk on him, on his touch, on his voice. You need him, and the feeling crashes into you so suddenly it’s dizzying. 

His lips spread into a shy smile before they part in an airy laugh. He dips his head forward to hide his nervous laugh, and when he lifts it up again, he tilts his head slightly to the back and side. His teeth tug at his lip just enough for you to see the snakelike fangs propped against plump flesh. “I just really want to kiss you right now,” he breathes out softly.

It’s your weakness. That soft, airy laugh and his sharp jawline on full display are the final breaking points. He knows it, knows how much you love seeing his teeth for the simple reminder of the way they feel when they pierce your skin. And you can’t bring yourself to say no even in a teasing manner. “Then do it.”

And oh he does. His hand slides to the back of your neck, pulling your face closer to his until you can smell the floral tea and honey on his breath. You know he means to test your patience, but you ran out of such a feeling so long ago that you close the rest of the distance. It’s embarrassing how eagerly you kiss him, swinging your leg over his in a straddling position and instantly clenching the fabric of his button up shirt in your fists. You need him all at once, and you truly think you might fall apart if you don’t get him soon. 

“Slow down, sweetheart,” he whispers with another airy laugh, tickling your lips as he breaks away only an inch. “I’m not going anywhere, okay? Just let me take care of you for now.”

Right. Because he works slowly, urging you to treasure every touch. And despite how much you need him already, you submit to his request.

Aziel smiles at the way you relax in his hold, sliding his fingertips across your forearms and pulling them around his neck. He gives no warning before he stands with you cradled safely in his arms. Your destination is no mystery as he takes slow, steady steps away from the living room, and when you enter the bedroom, he places you on the bed with the same amount of tenderness as before. 

“Is this okay?” He asks, hovering over your body and nudging your nose lightly with his. A few strands of his hair have fallen forward, escaped from their usual slicked back form. The soft, black pieces tickle your forehead enough to elicit a tiny giggle, the sound bouncing happily in the confines of Aziel’s mind. And oh, what he wouldn’t give to listen to it forever. The things he would do or say to keep that smile in place because you deserve to be so happy, so incredibly cared for. “What is it?” He whispers, a sudden spark of anxiousness invading his body when you stare at him with a peculiar expression.

“It’s just…when you look at me like that, — like you’re simultaneously ready to ravish me and pamper me all at once — my brain shuts off.” You giggle again, shocked at your own cliche words. It’s true, though. The duality of his expression is dizzying, because you can see the fiery, carnal need to claim every part of you. You can’t miss the hungry gleam of his slanted pupils as they dart across your figure in an attempt to find the perfect teasing point, the breaking point that will leave you squirming and writhing beneath him. And yet, there’s also such a softness to him. You feel it in his hesitancy to begin until you offer clear consent. You see it in the way his wandering eyes always end up back on your face to read your comfort level. You taste in the way his kisses begin tender, slow and sensual until you actively beg him for something stronger. 

Aziel doesn’t respond immediately, at least not verbally. He smiles down at you, the same soft expression you’ve grown to love during times like this. It’s only when he dips his head lower to your shoulder that you begin to tremble, anticipating his next move. His fingers brush against your heated skin as they lower the sleeve of your nightshirt, exposing you enough to press warm kisses over the area. His hair tickles your jawline as his lips travel upwards, leaving burning wet patches in their wake. He doesn’t stop until he reaches the area directly below your ear, which he kisses sloppily so you can feel his forked tongue teasing at your skin. “Why can’t I do both?” His hot breath whispers against your ear, making your thighs press together in search of friction. “Why can’t I make my girl cry because of how good she feels? You know I love it when that happens.” 

A switch has flipped within him, and it urges you to arch your back submissively. You mumble his name pleadingly, praying it’s enough to give him the consent he needs. It isn’t. His palm lightly touches the side of your neck, thumb exerting light pressure that has you leaning your head back to expose yourself to him. “Come on, sweetheart,” he urges airily, still whispering in your ear. “Use your words.” 

“God Aziel, just touch me already,” you whine pitifully. Your fingers tug at the buttons of his shirt, wishing you could just rip it apart. As it is, your hands are shaking too much to take apart more than a few buttons, though Aziel’s large hand gently pushes yours away, and in a matter of seconds, he’s stripped both of you down to your underwear. 

His lips trail across your jawline, whispering incoherent praises before his tongue slides out to torture your neck. It’s a torturous process, sharp fangs pricking at your neck followed by his hot tongue soothing the marks you’re sure he’s made. You arch your body up once more, trying so desperately to find friction for the growing problem between your legs. Aziel merely slaps the side of your thigh, a small sting serving as a warning to remain still until he’s finished. You can only let out a defeated whimper when he turns his attention to your breasts. He pinches one hardened nipple between his thumb and index finger, rolling and twisting it agonizingly slowly. The other is suddenly assaulted by his mouth, quick bites and lashes of his tongue a stark contrast to the slow ministrations of his fingers. You can feel the wetness soaking through your panties as you fight the urge to rub your thighs together. Something, anything to soothe the throbbing ache. 

Aziel pulls away from your breast with a soft pop, smirking at the abused flesh. Slanted eyes dart to your own in wordless reassurance before he pulls his body away from yours, exiting the bed and leaving you shivering. You can’t decide if it’s a curse or a blessing, now freely rubbing your thighs together to alleviate your throbbing clit but scowling at the distance he’s created. You wonder briefly if he means to toy with you, leave you needy and alone while he laughs, but you quickly remind yourself that he would never be that cruel even in the bedroom. And when he kneels at the foot of the bed as if it’s an altar, you bite your lip and gaze at him with a hungry, lustful expression. 

He doesn’t give you another chance to search for friction as he grabs your ankles and pulls you to the edge of the bed. The moment his eyes land on your soaked panties, Aziel smirks proudly. “Baby made a mess, huh?” He purrs, lips pressed against the soft flesh of your thigh. “Are you a little needy today? Want me to take care of you?” 

You’re too far gone to be embarrassed, nodding your head and whining. Aziel lets out a pleased chuckle as his thumb rubs over your clothed slit, just barely enough to tease you. When you let out a desperate moan of his name, he takes pity on you and slides the ruined clothing down your legs. His mouth is on you before you even have the chance to beg, long forked tongue sliding from your pussy to your clit in a hungry attempt to collect all of your juices. The low moan he lets out vibrates against your throbbing bundle of nerves, but his torture doesn’t end there. Without warning, he sucks your clit into his mouth and prods at your entrance with one of his fingers. Slowly, he slides a finger inside, moaning again at the feeling of how wet and eager you are for him. One more finger quickly joins the first as they slide in and out of you, slowly, torturously until he feels your hand tangling in his hair. 

“Aziel,” you whimper, trying and failing to control the way your hips buck against his face. It’s so good, he’s too good. His fingers pump in and out of you harder now, curling until they hit that spot that has you begging for more. One final flick of his tongue against your clit, and he pulls his face away from you to replace his tongue with his thumb. 

“Are you gonna cum for me?” He whispers, thumb rubbing hard fast circles against you. 

“I’m gonna…” You don’t have the chance to finish your sentence before he adds a third finger to the mix. With one more curl of his fingers, your orgasm crashes over you. Your hips buck dangerously hard against Aziel’s hand as he helps you ride the wave of pleasure, praising your sweet moans and finger fucking you until you’re pushing his hand away from the overstimulation. 

“You’re always such a good girl, so needy and desperate for me,” Aziel groans in an animalistic tone as he shoves his boxers down. His cock, long and thick, slaps against his abdomen, leaving a wet smear thanks to the precum leaking out. “God you’re so fucking hot when you cum.” he mumbles, kneeling on the bed so that he hovers over you once more. “Wanna see it again.” 

There’s no teasing or hesitation this time. He shoves his cock into your aching pussy so quickly, forcefully, it pushes you up the bed. With a dominant growl, he grabs your hips and yanks you back to him. His strong, hard thrusts rip moans from your lips, and he can’t stop the smirk that spreads across his face when you expose your neck to him. 

Your eyes flutter back when Aziel’s large hand trails up your torso to wrap around your throat. He squeezes just enough to make black spots swarm in your vision, leaning forward so that your bodies press impossibly close to each other. With every thrust, his grip on your neck tightens briefly as he brushes against your clit, threatening to send you over the edge once more. 

“Oh fuck,” he hisses when you unintentionally clench around him. “You feel so good, sweetheart. Your pussy is always so wet and tight for me. Feels so good.” His hand releases its hold on your neck, fingers gripping your chin as his thumb pulls at your lower lip. “Open your mouth, baby.”

You don’t even think before you stick your tongue out for him, too lost in the pleasure of his dick hitting that spot every single time he thrusts. When his saliva falls onto your tongue, you leave it there for a while before you let it slide into your mouth. You want all of him, all at once, and when his hand slides down to rub your abused clit, you clench around him once more. 

“Gonna cum again?” He asks with a moan. “You gonna cum on my cock? I’m all yours baby. Cum with me, fuck! Please!” He’s getting close too if his rapid thrusts are any indication. He’s massaging your clit so quickly, wet, sinful noises swimming in the air and mingling with both of your moans. You can hear the way his hips snap into yours, the way your pussy squelches with every thrust. It’s so much, too much all of the sudden, and your second orgasm falls on you without warning. You see black and white dots dancing around you, your body suddenly too hot to be comfortable. It hurts, but god it hurts so good. 

“Fuck!” Aziel groans as your walls tighten around him, thrusting two more times before he’s spilling every ounce of his seed into you. “Fuck,” he whispers again, body trembling as he tries to come down from the high of his climax. He gently lowers himself to your side, pulling you against his chest and rubbing your sweat soaked hair away from your face. The kisses he peppers against your forehead are tender, loving. They’re a reminder of his gentle side that precedes and follows his dominant one. “I love you,” he whispers sweetly. “Always, unconditionally. You understand that?” 

“Yeah,” you whisper breathlessly, a hazy smile spreading across your face. “I love you too.” And though all of your insecurities haven’t vanished, you truly believe him, because only Aziel can travel into the gray and bring you back to the world of color.

how do u think the first kiss w the harbingers will go :?

Imagine having your first kiss with the Harbingers.

Pierro kisses you with longing but also protectively. Since the fall of his homeland, he has learned to not become attached or to crave anything, for they could disappear all too easily. Yet it seems that no matter how hard he tried to ignore his yearning, your temptation became far too much for him to resist. So when he finally gives in, finally kisses you, you can feel his suppressed desires seeping through your body. You knew how long he wanted this, yet he was a man of great restraint and patience, so it was no surprise it took this long for him to kiss you. Yet, something about such a powerful man becoming unraveled in your arms is deliciously delightful. Regardless of anything, Pierro, at that moment, vows to protect you despite it all.

Capitano kisses you like you’re glass, and if he puts too much force he’d accidentally break you. Even he is surprised by how soft he is able to press his lips to yours, for it was highly uncharacteristic of him. But this is what you’ve done to him, the effect you’ve had, Capitano supposes. His hands are awkwardly placed away from you, and you can sense that they are twitching, unsure of where they should go. You have to stop yourself from sighing into the kiss at this idiot of a man and grab his hands yourself, letting him cup your cheeks, hook an arm around your waist, or wherever you like. The Captain follows your lead for once instead of leading others, observing what you like the best.

Dottore kisses you like how he treats an experiment - cautious at first, but as he gains more knowledge and experience, he takes more risky and daring actions. Zandik may be unpracticed in this field, but he was not one to show weakness, and he takes initiative. It is a miracle in itself to have Dottore kiss you (though Dottore would chastise you for saying that, he does not believe in miracles, it was calculated, he’d say.) He tests the waters at first - he wants to see what makes you tick. What is the most pleasurable course of action? He wants to see how you react when he nibbles on your lip, kisses you until you are out of breath, until you are so dizzy you have to cling to him for support. And don’t worry, he will have his results in due time. Dottore is a very patient man, after all.

Columbina kisses you like how an angel would, light, airy, and gentle. The kiss almost does not feel real, for her lips are so soft and fluttering, it takes you a second to realize she is kissing you. She giggles into the kiss and presses her weight onto your body, trying to envelop you in her embrace. Her kisses are playful and it is over as quickly as they began, leaving you reeling and wondering if that really just happened. It does not take Columbina long to swoop in for another delicate and feathery peck, claiming your lips as hers. She hums as she pulls you to the ground with her, insistent on her spree of peppering kisses.

Arlecchino kisses you almost hesitantly, as if she is unsure that she can do this. She is made up of ice and fear and control and ruthlessness and- well, many, many more things that you already know. Arlecchino has no exact idea of what is love, or how one should love, or how it is to be loved, but she is sure that what she feels towards you is some type of love. But, is it really ok for her to steal your lips? To corrupt yours with her own? She hovers over your lips momentarily, contemplating it, before you tug on her hair and pull her to you. Arlecchino is briefly surprised yet the doubtfulness she felt disappears after a few seconds of kissing you. Discarding her uncertainty, she kisses you wholly and firmly, pouring whatever this foreign lighthearted emotion she has into it.

Scaramouche kisses you roughly in hopes of showing that no, he does not actually love you. He’s just doing this to let off steam, he tries to convince himself and you. There is nothing more between the two of you. Yet you can easily sense the overwhelming passion and possessiveness laced into the kiss, intertwined with those pent-up emotions that he loathes. You can sense the anger that he feels for loving you, the anger and revolt he feels for wanting to be loved, to be held, to be touched, yet you can also sense his crushing desire for all of those things as well. Scaramouche digs his hands into your hair, keeping you in place as he loses himself in your lips. To others, it may look like he’s holding you forcefully, but to you, you know that this is his way of begging you not to go. The first kiss was meant to end everything, yet it only sealed the deal (and your lips.)

Sandrone kisses you mechanically, accidentally exposing her lack of understanding and experience for this intimate activity. She does not know how to kiss naturally, having spent most of her time with robots and puppets. You almost laugh into the kiss as you feel how stiffly she is kissing you, though at least she was trying. You knew that Sandrone was not uncomfortable despite her rigidness, rather, this was the only way she knew how to do this - she thought this was the correct way to kiss, which was kind of cute. When she pulls away and gives you a triumphant smile, you burst out in giggles which confuses her. You merely peck Sandrone on the cheek again and tell her that you required many more test runs in the future. Well, Sandrone is not opposed to learning more, if you’re willing to teach her.

La Signora kisses you like how flames smother and consume you whole. She has loved and she has lost, and she is familiar with how the fire of love can be extinguished at a moment’s notice. Therefore, despite her icy aura and nature, when Rosalyne kisses you for the first time, it is full of her burning hot desire and thirst that desperately needs to be quenched. She tries to appear strong yet she is secretly vulnerable, for she is scared to lose you. She cannot lose you, her kiss silently conveys. And you will not leave her, you reassure her, as you happily let yourself melt into her heated passion. You just hoped she would not go somewhere in which you couldn’t follow.

Pantalone kisses you like you are his most prized possession. He is known for taking great care of his high-end belongings, making sure everything he owns is kept to the highest degree of supervision. You never expected to reach such a high level of affection, yet when Pantalone kisses you for the first time, your mind begs to differ. The kiss is enough to make you swoon, and he supports you easily with an arm around your waist. He kisses you suavely, charmingly, and many other words that your vocabulary can’t seem to describe. The kiss feels so endearing, and it baffles you as to how just one kiss manages to make you feel as if you are on top of the world. That is exactly what he aims for, though. You are his greatest treasure, with worth above all else.

Childe kisses you like how waves roll across the shoreline. His kisses are relaxing yet they are more so exciting, they urge you to chase after him for a better time, much like how the lap of water tickles your feet at the beach, encouraging you to abandon everything and dive into the ocean. Ajax has waited a long time for this moment, and he does not wish to scare you off by being too overwhelming, yet he cannot help but kiss you with everything he has. He leaves you breathless, lips slightly swollen, and presents you with one of his stupid and giddy smiles. His kisses are enticing and addictive, causing you to come back for more and more, and Ajax will happily indulge you, but beware. Get too close, and you may end up drowning. But, who's to say that is a bad thing?

….*adds making a jellyfish oc just cuz the interactions are so cute*

Octavinelle with Jellyfish Reader

author note: I’m baaack! It feels good to finally write again. Not anything long, but just some good ol’ slice of life headcanons with the fish mafia (who i think I’m currently obsessed with??) maybe I’ll write more about this, like a small drabble of jellyfish!reader finally remembering Azul or something pfft. Also, gender neutral reader!! Because I realised a lot of my works could be read that way, so I might start labelling like that from now on, so more people can enjoy  (*≧ω≦*)

characters: Azul Ashengrotto, Jade Leech, Floyd Leech x GN!Jellyfish Reader

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You’re a jellyfish mer, specifically of the box jelly variety, meaning that you are highly poisonous. As such, people can be stung as easily as touching your skin, so you keep your skin covered up as much as possible. Well, as much as you can remember, as you are a bit… Airheaded. 

Azul Ashengrotto

You are the bane of Azul’s life.

Seriously, his self confidence takes a battering during almost every interaction you have (the tweels don’t help).

Why? Because you can never remember who he is.

“Y/N, please pass these papers to Azul.” “Okay! … Who is Azul?”

(He never gets those papers either because you forget why you have them in the first place…)

Azul would never admit it out loud, but he was excited when he learned a fellow invertebrate would be joining Octavinelle. You’d be able to relate to each other, no? Another mer with several appendages who prefers to swim slowly. A perfect match.

Except you are apparently impervious to his charms, and your blank stare haunts him.

Like hello, this is your Housewarden speaking. Anybody home? Do you remember him? … No? You can’t remember him but you remember the twins? Of course you do. Of course.

On the bright side for Azul, your empty headedness makes you deliciously easy to scam.

In fact, he doesn’t even need to manipulate you into a contract. You’re more than happy to stand sweetly, holding some leaflets promoting the Monstro Lounge’s new special menu, or to stand aimlessly at the door, helping to attract clientele.

Now, if only he could think of a way to get you to remember him…

Jade Leech

Apart from the amusement he got from Azul’s suffering, Jade wasn’t really interested in you at first.

Nothing against you, of course. He just didn’t find you very interesting.

However, that all changed when you visited his booth during the culture fair and stared dreamily into his terrariums.

Jade was absolutely delighted to tell you all about each of his terrariums and even about his foraging in the mountains. You stayed until Jade had to leave for his Monstro Lounge duties, and even then he was reluctant to disturb you.

You also won his first guest prize mystery mushroom too!

He found it utterly adorable when he found you still carrying it around in your hands later during the culture fair, cupped delicately like a precious item.

Inevitably, you and Jade fell into an arrangement where he’d talk your ears off about everything mountain and mushroom, and he’d let you view his updated terrariums.

He was fully aware you weren’t retaining any of the information he was assailing you with, but you served well as an outlet for him to talk about his hobby, as Floyd was uninterested, and it charmed him that you stared so happily at his terrariums, his work of arts, that he allowed himself to indulge.

But you surprised him one day (no easy feat!). Jade was once again pitching some mushroom dishes for the Monstro Lounge menu to Azul, with some mushrooms for illustrative purposes.

When Azul handled one of the mushrooms with disdain, asking what exactly this was, you suddenly piped up before Jade could.

“That’s a chanterelle mushroom. They work well sautéed… And in cream sauces.” Cue shocked Jade and Azul.

Low-key Azul is fuming because how can you remember that but not him??

Jade never imagined you would retain any of what he told you, being airheaded was in your nature after all. So he was touched, charmed in fact that you could recall some facts about a mushroom on sight.

He recovered from his shock quickly with a large toothy grin, capitalising on Azul’s shock to launch another sales pitch.

Your fate was sealed, he definitely would be taking you along on his next mountain walk.

Floyd Leech

Oh he just loves you, jellyfish! So cute, sweet and squishy!

You are one of Floyd’s favourite people to squeeze. He can squeeze you as hard as he likes, and you don’t even flinch!

It is guaranteed that if he catches sight of you on campus, he is charging over to you to wrap his arms around you, squeezing and throwing you around with exuberance. Onlookers look on in horror as you just give a ditzy smile.

But as a result of Floyd’s constant manhandling of you, it means he sometimes accidentally touches your skin and gets stung.

Resulting in multiple trips to the infirmary. But don’t worry, Floyd doesn’t get mad about it. In fact, some swear that he likes it.

By this point, it’s happened so often that Floyd is likely building up a bit of resistance to your venom.

Now, Floyd tends to sometimes be a bit… Overprotective of you.

Seven forbid he feel that someone is bothering or messing with you. He’ll be behind you in a flash, an arm thrown around your shoulder and sharp teeth bared in a snarl.

“Nee… What do you want with my jelly, huh?”

If the other students thought you were an easy mark before, they think twice now with your guard eel lurking about.

Jade and Azul like to keep you in the Lounge when Floyd is having a bad mood day, as your presence tends to keep him from wandering off and help salvage some productivity.

Azul is even willing to waive the loitering rule if that means Floyd will stay in the lounge and do some work.

It doesn’t always work, mind. Sometimes Floyd just ends up laying across you in a booth and ignoring his duties. But Azul will take what he can get, at least he is there in case there are any troublesome clientele.

I’m v much thinking about this 24/7 (since I’m SHORT as in barely over 5ft) so it’s goofy. Me thinks that if Satan could (prolly Mammon already has) and WOULD hold MC up, Simba style.

But throw in the HC that demons have inhuman heights/ Humans are just really fucking small. I remember reading another HC with like Asmo being the shortest at like 6 or 7 feet meanwhile everyone else is about to hit almost 9

How the demon brothers react to MC being a lot shorter then them

Lucifer:

He loves it, he knew from when he first saw you that he could easily make you submit to him. He was wrong, it shocked him the first time the tiny human stood up to him, whether it was in an argument or playing a prank on him with Satan. He also teases you all the time when you can’t reach things but instantly regrets it when you find the most ridiculous and dangerous way to reach what you need. If you hurt yourself when trying to reach something he will scold you while patching you up. He also purposefully puts things on the top shelf so he can come up behind you and grab it for you, he will NEVER admit to it though. He is always the big spoon, he absolutely can’t get enough of holding your smaller body in his arms and listening to your soft breathing.

Mammon:

When he is told to protect you his first reaction was something along the lines of

“Eh!? It’s so tiny what if I loose it!?”

He did, he has lost you quite a few times, panicking every single time until he finds you. He teased you all the fucking time, way more then any of his brothers, but somehow he is really bad at teasing you, it often turns into him complimenting you then becoming flustered himself “Yer so small human! How do ya’ do anything because of yer height? I didn’t know humans could be so adorably small! What? I-I didn’t say anything stupid human! Of course you wish to be complimented by the Great Mammon! Oh- would you look at the time I need to go take Levi out on a walk” *runs away* He likes when you curl up agains his chest because he is able to embrace every part of you effectively.

Leviathan:

You’re like his own Ruri~Chan!! He makes you cosplay as her so he can have his own Ruri whenever he so desires, sometimes he cosplay with you and makes you watch every bit of lore from the series so you can most accurately represent her. He thinks that you are simply the cutest thing ever, he tries to get you to cosplay a bunch of different shorter characters with him and do photo shoots as them. He doesn’t tease very often but if he is in a mood he can sometimes take teasing a bit too far but always feels bad about it after, also his teasing is often very… lame, nothing too overly insulting when he is normally teasing and you usually just end up laughing at his attempt. No matter your height he will almost always be the little spoon, he loves cuddling against you at night.

Satan:

He at first thought nothing of your height, your a human, your height just makes you weaker. Boy was he wrong, as he started to get to know you he took notice to how you were more like a feral cat than a weak human. He will often try to calm you down by petting your head, if you act like a feral cat, he can treat you like a cat, fairs fair! If you are trying to reach a high place he will sit back and watch you struggle for a while before grabbing it for you and holding it above arms reach for a while until you tire enough to curl up in his lap while he reads to you. He loves when you come to his room at night and he reads you to sleep while you lay against him or on his lap and your height makes it so much easier to do that. He is the big spoon without a doubt, he LOVES when you fall asleep in his arms while he reads to you.

Asmo:

You are so cute!!! He wants to dress you up like his own little mannequin (in a good way) he likes to put you in huge platform boots because he thinks not only do they look adorable on you but it will help you get around better in a house full of tall ass demons. He almost never teases you about your height because he doesn’t really care about it, he loves you for you and doesn’t really take much notice to your height when it’s not the topic of conversation. He doesn’t care how you two rest together, he loves to be touching you at all times so as long as his hands are somewhere on your boy he is content and happy.

Beelzebub:

He LOVESSSS your height, like he literally will carry you everywhere, give you piggyback rides, anything for you. One time you were trying to get a plate from the cabinet but couldn’t reach it so he just grabbed your waist and lifted you to your goal. He also has you sit on his back while doing push-ups because regular push-ups were too easy for him. He loves being able to loom over you, it makes him feel like he is protecting you while not being too threatening. He is the big spoon, I think that goes without saying, he likes to wrap his arms around you and hold you as close as possible.

Belphie:

Will you cuddle with him? Yes? Okay then he loves you, he doesn’t really care for height as long as you sleep with him (not sexually) he will tease the shit out of you if you can’t reach something though, and he will be brutal about it, though if he makes you cry or angry he will feel bad and ask to cuddle while he takes a nap afterward. He also likes to pet your head when you are angry, he never knows what the outcome of that action will be, will you calm down and lean into his hand? Or will you growl and bite him? It’s honestly a fifty fifty shot, but he thinks it is worth the risk. He doesn’t care, he just wants to cuddle while he sleeps, he will often wrap all his limbs around you and cling to you all night… or day.