Part Of The Pack

bby ♥

spare toasty pls i beg of you

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Toaster drops his bag on the ground and sags against the wall with a sigh. They loudly call your name and you peek your head out the hallway a few seconds later.

"Hey! Welcome home."

They hold their arms out and you can't help but giggle at the sight -- 6'4" of a lanky suit, making grabby hands at you.

You oblige and walk into his arms, wrapping him in a tight hug. "Long day?"

Their arms fold around you in response and they bury their face into your neck. "Yeah. You?"

"Same." You stroke their hair and they nuzzle you a bit more. Cute. "Are you hungry?"

"No," they murmur. "Just sleepy."

You nod softly and say nothing for a bit. You're just happy he's home.

He seems to feel the same.

gender neutral reader

“Goodnight!” You shouted down the hallway before you shut your door, unable to not smile after you heard the muffled replies of the brothers shouting back to you.

Climbing into bed had never been a difficult task and today it was no different. With you safe under your covers and your phone to distract you, you were perfectly content.

But, then, of course,  Mammon came marching in as he had always done since your first week here. However, you had grown so used to this that it no longer disrupted the peace anymore.

So, you ignored him and simply lifted up the covers for him to slide into.

After a few minutes of DevilTok, you threw your phone onto your nightstand and covered yourself up with your blanket. You were finally ready to sleep.

Mammon curled closer, his face hidden in the blanket over your stomach. You smoothed his hair down, smiling at how he only pressed closer at the touch.

Your door creaked open. You raised your head but you were unable to tell who it was. They settled on the side opposite of where Mammon had gotten in and rubbed your shoulder gently instead of saying anything.

The lamp turned on. It was Satan. You rolled onto your stomach, trying to shield your eyes from the light. Mammon grumbled, annoyed that he could no longer hide his face in your body comfortably.

Your door once again creaked open. You groaned.

Another weight to the bed. Someone had decided to lay on your back. Four people in your bed was too unusual. You peeked an eye open.

Mammon was baring his teeth like a feral animal at whoever was on top of you. You would bet a thousand Grimm that it was Belphie.

You looked to your right. Satan wasn’t even reading his book and was instead looking at you.

You rolled your eyes. You knew what was happening. Your demons had once again came to the conclusion that you were human with a human lifespan.

You decided to just let them angst this one out.

The door opened and this time, two pairs of footsteps wondered to your bed. “Sorry, hun,” Asmo whispered as he crawled over you and Mammon. “Wanted to see you.”

“Uh huh…” Levi took his spot on the outside of your legs, your left calf acting as a cushion for his head. You prayed that you wouldn’t accidentally kick him in your sleep.

Then you heard the crunching of chips and a crinkle of a bag. You hadn’t even noticed him walk in.

You moaned into your pillow, exhausted beyond belief. “Beel, please stop eating. I know it sucks to be told that, but go outside if you’re going to crunch.”

There was an incoherent reply and then silence. The edge of the mattress dipped down. Satan turned his lamp off.

You worked on ignoring all of them, closing your eyes tightly and hoping for the best. Asmo dragged his manicured nails up and down your arm and it pulled you into a sleepy haze. You hummed out your appreciation and Asmo giggled tiredly in response.

You felt yourself rocking in and out of sleep, even drooling with how at peace you were. Maybe it wasn’t so bad having six demons in bed with you. Maybe it was worth it for this amount of comfort.

And then your door slammed open.

“Get out of their room, now.” A deadly aura made you choke on air, shivering violently. Lucifer was in his demon form and livid.

Belphie jolted awake on your back, making you gasp in pain as his elbows and knees dug into you. Mammon reacted, scrambling to pull you out from under him.

“Mammon,” Belphie growled, easing his weight back down onto you. “What do you think you’re doing?”

“What do ya think YOU’RE doing?!” Mammon huffed, irritated. “You’re hurtin’ ‘em!”

“They’re fine. They can handle it.” He patted you on the head. How were they ignoring Lucifer? You shifted warily under his weight, unable to see anything happening.

Lucifer started stomping over. You shrunk under Belphie, trying to hide.

“Who do you two think you are, ignoring me?” Lucifer loomed over you three, Levi rolling away to avoid confrontation. “You will all go to your own rooms immediately. The rest of you as well.”

“Lucifer!” Asmodeus whined, leaning into a dozing Beelzebub’s side. “Why can’t we stay? What’s the harm?”

“They were just about to sleep but someone decided to wake them back up,” Satan glowered up at Lucifer. “I think you should be the one to leave.”

“Oh my god, Lucifer just let them stay.” You took matters into your own hands, rubbing at your face tiredly. You wanted no more arguing tonight. “Thanks, but if I didn’t want them here I would’ve gotten rid of them long ago myself. Stay or leave, I don’t care just please turn off the lights.”

He walked away and flipped the switch, darkness fortunately covering the entire room once again. You relaxed and felt Belphie nuzzle into the nape of your neck.

You heard a chair being dragged on your wooden floor and then Lucifer sitting down. You rolled your eyes. Of course he would choose to stay but not be in the bed.

Now, with everything and everyone finally settled in for the night, you got to thinking.

How could all of them be upset over the same thing at once? You think quietly as you can in your bed filled with eight people and come to a damning conclusion. One that makes your stomach twist painfully.

“You had a family movie night without me, didn’t you? And it had someone dying long before someone else, didn’t it?” The sound of breathing stops, seven pairs of eyes stare at you, all conveying different degrees of guilt. “What the hell?”

soaking up sunlight

you let out a yawn and lean back onto the tree stump you're resting at, empty food containers set to the side as you and your lover soak up the sunlight.

the forest is quiet today, and tighnari seems to appreciate that; his head lays comfortably on your lap as your nimble fingers thread through his hair and scratch and the base of his big, soft ears. they twitch at the slightest touch and you're grateful that tighnari has closed his eyes or else you and your lovesick grin would be in for a whole new world of teasing.

though, something claws at the back of your mind.

"tighnari?" you whisper, so quiet that the man himself wouldn't have a clue that you had even opened your mouth if it weren't for his inhuman sense of hearing.

he hums, ears perking up slightly, and you aren't sure whether to be relieved or disappointed.

"are you sure you don't have any other duties to attend? i wouldn't want there to be something important and-"

"are you trying to get rid of me?" he asks, cracking an eye open and cutting you off, and you aren't sure if he's joking or if he's actually concerned.

"well, no-"

"then, you should get some rest while we're taking a break, rosebud. nothing will have changed while we were gone." he once again cuts you off, this time reaching up to guide your stray hands back to his head.

and you only sit there and soak up the sunlight. and, you suppose that it wouldn't hurt to take a break from your duties for once; at least, that's what you tell yourself. only for a few minutes, you reason, waves of drowsiness hitting you like a raging sumpter beast.

you make sure to give tighnari's soft ears one last scratch before you drift off to a peaceful sleep.

FOUND FAMILY — ALL 7 BROTHERS W/ GN!READER

"okay, we will take family portraits next."

a few shuffles could be heard here and there after the photographer had announced that they would take a group picture once all the individual portraits had been done.

it had only been four months into the student exchange program and a lot had happened since the beginning, so you— who was just a mere human that they didn't know for so long— had never imagined to even have the honour of being in their own family picture. of course, things have calmed down after the incident with belphegor, yet you had never thought that they saw you as part of their family until now.

out of respect, you moved out of sight and stood behind the camera while the others got their clothes fixed for their next photo. they had been close brothers for thousands of years— even some time before their fall. it made you feel a bit dejected since you hadn't had the chance to visit your own family members back home, though you were glad to see that they looked a bit joyful to take their pictures together after such a long period.

"alright, we'll start taking pictures if everyone is set." the second and third oldest let out a couple curious mumbles as their eyes focused on the spot you were supposed to be sitting on. they all had consciously— yet maybe a little unconciously— left a space for you. the rest of the five demons looked over to the empty place on the gold and velvet couch as well before the seven pair of eyes scanned the room in search for you.

you were spacing out a bit as you sat on a chair near the photographer, staring at the humongous ceiling and back to the gold walls. you had taken self portraits a few moments before this, so you had thought that you finally got to remove the accessories that sat on your skin. fumbling with the metal, you were unconcious of the brothers' gazes on you.

"mc!" a familiar voice, which belonged to the avatar of greed, was the first one to snap you back into reality. there was a second of silence before you cocked your head to the side, a puzzled look sat on your face; why were they waving at you— some even pointing to an empty space next to lucifer on the sofa?

"come on, hon! we're waiting on you!" asmodeus exclaimed as a bright smile tugged on his lips. "maybe they needed to take a break to eat something really quick." beelzebub mumbled loud enough for you to hear. "i'm also quite hungry after all those photos that we shot."

the youngest brother chuckled at the red haired demon's comment. "that's only the case with you, beel. we've had plenty to eat this morning." you slowly stepped forward after a few more seconds of them staring at you fondly. there was a giddy feeling in your chest as you realized that they all had been waiting for you to sit on your designed place— in front of them, next to their oldest brother.

"isn't uhm– weren't you about to take a family portrait?" you muttered from under your breath, fidgeting with the material of your clothes. there was still an unsure feeling resting in your stomach because you didn't want to intrude their own special picture. "yes, we were."

lucifer spoke up and you lifted your head to look at him— his voice unusually soft. a slight smile appeared on his face as he reached out his gloved hand for you to hold on. "you are a part of our family now, aren't you?"

his response was followed by a few humms coming from behind him and so you took the demon's hand and slowly filled that empty space with your presence.

it was in that instant that you knew that you are going to be with them for the rest of your life, as a big and loving family. the fact that they accepted you this early on without you knowing or even thinking about that possibility, made tears swell up in your eyes.

you had finally found your own safe place— your own caring family. all eight of you completed each other.

lemony scribbles

fluffy content for everybody!

fics (one- and two-shots):

sleep tight (some v. mild suggestive content, gn!reader)

worth the wait (fluffy af, no warnings, gn!reader)

sweet treat (domestic fluff, gn!reader)

meet and greet (fem!reader, fluff, kakashi’s ninken)

stray (gn!reader, tw animal abuse, semi-sequel to meet & greet)

help (gn!reader, tw depression)

just another day (gn!reader, tw depression, tw anxiety, hurt/comfort)

take a break (gn!reader; emotional hurt/comfort, supportive friend fic)

perspective (gn!reader, emotional comfort)

the art of persistence (fem!reader, RATED M for ref to past sexual trauma, comfort fic)

deeper than the skin (gn!reader, soft fluffy domestic goodness)

three minutes (fem!reader; tw pregnancy)

unwanted gaze (fem!reader; tw stalking, harassment)

hindsight is 20/20 (gn!reader)

soft prompt drabble responses (short one-shots, gn!reader, includes a few other pairings, but mostly kakashi/reader)

lean on me (civilian reader, gn!reader, fluff and comfort no warnings)

she’ll be home (fem!reader, fluff & angst, songfic)

you and kakashi share a day off (gn!reader, brief suggestive language)

kakashi has more than one mole (gn!reader)

cats & dogs (kakashi & pakkun bonding)

a gift (implied fem!reader, wedding day fic, tw death mention)

lost together (gn!reader, fluff)

the aftermath (gn!reader, fluff, cuddling)

the pseudonym (fem!reader, humor, suggestive content)

cursed (gn!reader, songfic, angst)

to die. to sleep. to dream.  (kakashi introspection)

netflix & chilly (no pronouns used; kakashi has poor taste in movies)

the bodyguard (masc!reader, humor, fluff)

what you sow (fem!reader, parenthood)

worse & better (gn!reader, angst, song fic)

epistaxis (fem!reader, arranged marriage, suggestive content)

identity (transmasc!reader tw transphobia)

just a kiss (fem!reader, mild suggestive content)

every year (kakashi bday fic, gn!reader)

l’après-midi d’un loup (first person pov, faerie tale au, blood and injury, shapeshifting)

“i’ve got you” prompt ficlet (fem!oc)

“i have so much love for you i almost don’t know what to do with it” prompt ficlet (kakaobi, obito lives au)

“could you please come and get me” prompt ficlet (gn!reader, tw alcohol, tw sakumo’s suicide mention)

headcanons:

kakashi’s mole

kakashi & cuddling

kakashi & cuddling, part two

kakashi & his wife the hokage

kakashi & conflict avoidance

kakashi & asking yamato to make a ring

kakashi & an s/o who visits sakumo’s grave

kakashi & baths

kakashi & a sick partner

kakashi & summoning the ninken to keep his partner company

kakashi & listening to his partner read after a long day

kakashi & a game of “steal the hounds”

kakashi & reading to his partner

kakashi & how his partner knows it’s a bad day

kakashi & his social battery, part one

kakashi & his social battery, part two (with a partner)

vampire!kakashi

enemies to lovers

kakashi dates naruto’s mother figure

kakashi & an adopted daughter

kakashi & a partner with a migraine

kakashi dates someone whose father figure is jiraiya

kakashi & chidori scars (gn! reader, based on artwork)

kakashi & leaving konoha

Can you list all of the Kakashi-centric episodes? Episodes that focus on anything Kakashi! Please and thank you. If not can you point me in the right direction so I can find a list like this.

wow anon! such a huge task?! uuum… anime episodes? well… I’ll try my best (sorry if I forget something)

Here we go…

Keep reading

Pristine

2022

you deserve a more tender tomorrow.

Belphegor thinks you're terrified of him. You think he looks like a bitch without a smile. gn!reader, growing relationship, reader calls belphie a bitch lol, spoilers for lesson 16

BELPHEGOR doesn’t blame you whenever you flinch as he walks in a room, turn to stone when he sits next to you at breakfast and in class, and he certainly doesn’t blame you when you shuffle closer to Lucifer when he was lounging about. He tries to ignore it, but every time he catches you avoiding his gaze, guilt cages his heart. He knows he deserves it.

He watches you from afar. He sees how you offer Beel the sides of your breakfast even though he knows he can hear your stomach growl first period. He sees how you gently cut Mammon down, agreeing with whatever foolishness he was spouting. He sees you bring Satan tea when he’s cooped up in his room, and how you always match Levi’s excitement whenever a new game comes out.

Hell, you even like all of Asmodeus’ posts on Devilgram. (Belphegor wonders if you ever followed him back, and when he checks, he’s pleasantly surprised you are. He shouldn’t feel so happy about it.)

He notices how burnt you are before anyone else does. He sees the way your perfect posture slouches at breakfast, playing with your food – too tired to bring the fork to your mouth. He hears your textbook pages flip and papers crinkle at all times of the day when he walks past your room. Belphegor doesn’t smell the candles you light around your room anymore. It’s a shame, he thinks, he was always a fan of the one you claimed to be called ‘Witches Brew.’

You were utterly exhausted.

Exams in school should be easy as pie when you study the amount you do. Exams in a school of Hell, with different history you’ve never seen before, different wars from different realms, and the previous royalty that ruled over the underworld – God, it was too much. You were bleeding your brain dry, information upon information forced to retain.

Belphegor knows how hard it is for you to get sleep in the House of Lamentation.

His heart jumps out of his ribcage when he sees you walk into the planetarium. He eyes you as you stop, and stare at him. He half expects you to turn back on your heel and walk away- but you don’t. You stand there, letting the heavy door close behind you.

“Can I sleep here?” you asked, and he has to force himself not to do a double take. He doesn’t even realise it’s midday and you’re not at school.

Belphegor forces the lump in his throat down. He feels like his tongue is sandpaper. “You know you shouldn’t.”

“I know, that’s why I’m here.”

It’s… weird. You’re talking to him with no fear. You’re even meeting his gaze. Had he been misunderstanding how you have been feeling this whole time? His eyes narrow. Belphegor’s grip on his pillow tightens. Just what are you up to?

“Don’t you hate me for what I did to you?” he questions, lying back down and turning away from you on his makeshift bed. Where all chairs should be remained an open space, except for the heaps of blanket and pillows he had dragged down from the attic.

You tilt your head- like you’re the one who is confused. “No, why would I?”

“I killed you.”

“Dude, Lucifer has tried to kill me like a total of five times now. Levi has the lowest score of one. Your twin has tried to eat me when the fridge was empty!” You sound exasperated. “I think at this point you killing me that day has just became a normal day in Devildom.”

He doesn’t have to look at you to know you’re making your way over. Belphegor raises one of the blankets, and he feels the radiating, human heat of you when you slip in. It’s silent for a moment, and he rolls over, catching your eye.

“I feel awful,” he says so quietly, you almost didn’t hear him. “I thought you were terrified of me.”

You snort. “No,” you start, staring up at the constellations on the ceiling. “It’s just… You look kind of like a bitch when you don’t smile, y’know? I thought you still hated me or something.”

His brows furrow. “Rude.”

“Was rude when you killed me! I really thought you wanted a hug.” You see from the corner of your eye that his lips press into a thin line. “Bad joke.”

Silence rains over you both once again. Belphegor hasn’t been this close to you in a while. He vividly remembers how frail your body was, how easily it was to break – and now you’re just… laying here, next to him without a care in the world. Like he hadn’t ended your life and watched the light seep from your eyes.

The words tumble out of his mouth before he realises. Belphegor doesn’t care – but it’s hard owning up to your mistakes- your mistakes to a human, no less. “I’m not going to do something like that ag-“

You interrupt him with a wave of your hand. “It’s fine, don’t worry,” you say. “I trust you won’t. You don’t have to say you’re sorry, I can tell by the way you act.”

He sighs. “You humans are too nice. Are you sure you should be saying this to me? Are you not worried I’ll take advantage of your kindness or something?”

“Nope, not at all.”

“You’re so strange.”

“I guess, hehe. You’re different from all your brothers, though.”

“Oh?”

“Mhm. You don’t barge into my room at the crack of dawn every morning. Even Levi does it, and he doesn’t even attend school in person!”

He can’t help the tiny laugh that passes through his lips. “Sounds awful.”

“Why else do you think I’m here, huh?”

“Aw, and here I thought you wanted to spend time with me.”

Not even ten minutes ago you and Belphegor were as distant as parallel lines; to never touch, to never interact. And here you were, exhausted after exams and cracking jokes with him under the planetariums glowing stars - like you two were friends.

It conjures a weird feeling in his stomach. Belphegor doesn't know if he likes it.

You hum, thoughtfully. “I do want to spend time with you, though. I want to know more about you. Who knows how truthful all your stupid stories in the attic were, huh?”

“A few,” he utters through a yawn.

“Tell me more! I want a bedtime story.” And to get your point across, you wiggle in the duvets, and snuggled into the one over you, blanket to chin.

Belphegor almost doesn’t want to- but if a bedtime story is all your asking for? He guesses he could dig up memories from his past to tell you in murmurs and yawns. It’s the least he could do when you show him such acceptance. But still- he can’t help but think shouldn’t you be the one telling him a bedtime story? He was the Avatar of Sloth, after all. And your ‘stupid stories’ were far more entertaining than his.

And so he talks. He talks until his throat hurts, and his own voice starts to fade into background noise. Belphegor stares at the stars, throwing in the occasional hand movement. He talks himself tired, and his words slowly start to drawl, spoken through yawns until it fades completely.

He steals a glance at you. You’re asleep, he realises. And you look so peaceful, so content. Belphegor wouldn’t do anything to dare wake you up. He likes your face like this, he thinks, and pushes some hair out of your face.

Belphegor rolls over to face you, lazily draping an arm over you, nuzzling his face into your hair. He listens to your slow, light breathing. He smells your hair, your shampoo, and the body spray you put on this morning before you decided to skip school.

He decides that maybe, just maybe, giving into his selfish feelings for you just once couldn’t be so bad.