It Doesnt Have To Be Cringe If It Is Actively Bringing Joy And Whimsy

It doesn’t have to be cringe if it is actively bringing joy and whimsy

This is your sign to indulge and begin that project, draw the art piece, begin the fanfic, or start that edit of your f/o. Throw in an OC, your own self insert/yourself, whichever works for you. Allow yourself to enjoy the feeling of appreciating and loving your f/o without shame. You deserve to.

My MC, Nebula is having a field day if she got sent into the other world and met the seven sisters.

Honestly, now I wanna make a male version of her tbh

MC meets their male version!

#2

Story list

MC: hey are you-

M!MC: hungry? Yes.

Beel: ...you two can have my chips. *Pass them chips*

M!MC: thank you beelie!

Beel: *sparkly eyes at male MC*

M!MC: wow you have good tiddies in male form too!!

Beel: ...

MC:

MC: hey....what do you mean by...male form??

M!MC: oh well they are female in my universe. *Munchs on

chips*

MC:

MC: all of them?

M!MC: mhm

MC:

MC: *eyes starts to twinkle*

MC: ......ehuehueheueheu

M!MC: I can basically hear your thoughts you know.

MC: ..boobs,boobs everywhere....

Lucifer: I am not feeling good about this....

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“Go away, Mammon,”

Your voice sounds muffled through the door, but Mammon is perfectly capable of hearing you still. He leans against the door, resting his head against the wood as he holds back an unsatisfied whine. “Let me in, please,” he says, and his heart sinks to his stomach when he hears your small sniffles through the door. He mutters your name softly and knocks six times in the special code you use to recognize each other whenever you’re staging heists.

He hears you shuffle on the other side and nearly falls when you open the door before he catches himself in the doorframe. Your eyes and nose are red, and he can still see a wet trail of tears down your cheeks. “What's going on, treasure?” he asks, his voice soft as he guides you to your bed, using his foot to shut the door behind him. He sits you down on your sheets as you wipe your nose with the back of your hand and let out a small sniff.

“Everything is shit,” you say as Mammon stands in front of you, running his hand through your hair and pulling it out of your eyes. You look up at him through wet lashes as his hands settle on your cheeks, cupping your face.

“I want to go home, Mammon,” you say and grab his wrists. Mammon frowns as he looks down on you before getting on his knees so he’s on eye level with you. “I feel so small here. I love you guys, but no one here knows what it’s like,” you say, and Mammon feels his heart tighten as he looks at you. You’re looking everywhere but at him, your eyes darting around before settling on your hands, which have moved to your lap. “Solomon barely even remembers what being human is like.” Tears begin running down your cheeks again, and Mammon wipes them, his frown deepening.

“Treasure,” he says, feeling much out of bounds. It somehow never occurred to him how you might feel. How lonely it might be. He feels incredibly foolish in hindsight.

“Everything is so foreign here. I feel so out of place,” you whisper, and Mammon puts his forehead against yours, making your noses brush. His hands move to your own in your lap, and he intertwines his fingers with yours.

You take a deep breath, and an involuntary sigh leaves you. “I want to go home,” you say, and Mammon thinks he feels his heart break into a million pieces. He wants to tell you that you are home, that he needs you here, that he’ll do anything for you. You’re his human, his perfect treasure.

Yet he says none of those things. He just pulls you into a hug and wraps his arms around you, feeling the way your tears wet his shirt.

“I’m sorry, treasure.”

I love, love, LOVE this soft type of monster fics. Hate that its a struggle to find em, but my god when i do. Its an utter joy

Your Incubus friend and you just had a very intense night. He got desperate and needed to feed on Sex energy. You asked uf you could help and thats how you ended up in your bed.

After the excitment was gone and you had calmed, he suddenly got up. Beginning to dress

"Where are you going?" You ask gently, after Sex you always were in a delicate and soft mood. "Going home. I'll be gone in a Minute." You looked up at him with your big puppy eyes:"Don't....don't you want to stay?" You asked, you felt a little hurt that he immediatly wanted to leave.

"Stay?" He asked, looking down at you. He felt like he had used you to his own gain, tried to flee from this situation. But how could he if you looked at him so innocently despite just having given him the most love-filled sex he had experience in his life...?

You nodded, sitting up. He looked torn before he undressed again and slipped under the covers with you. You laid your head on his chest and wrapped your arms around him. "Is this okay?" You asked and he nodded:"More than okay."

He loved it. Can't you two stay like this forever?

Demon / imp friend who keeps pretending they can't control their tail⤵

Pretending to be bashful when it winds its way around your thigh or wraps around your waist.

"Oh! Sorry haha, this damn thing. Like it has a mind of it's own 😅"

You let it slide because you like them, until one day you see them not so discreetly catch a pencil with their tail and manoeuvre it expertly back into the pen holder on the desk it fell from.

You pretend not to notice, your sneaky suspicion now confirmed.

So the next time they're sitting next to you and their slinky tail starts winding around the fat of your thigh, you're so ready for it.

"You're doing it again."

They turn away from what they were pretending to focus on, act all bashful and start apologising,

"Oh shit, I'm sorry."

Before your demonic friend can retreat, you cross your legs, effectively trapping their coiled tail between your warm thighs.

"It's alright, I don't mind."

You say dismissively, as you lightly stroke the arrow shaped point at the end of the tail with your thumbs.

You feel them shiver and look up to see them practically panting, staring down at you with heart shaped eyes and hot cheeks.

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