#Obey Me Nightbringer

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[zephyrchama]

"What time is it?" you grumbled.

It was dark, and it didn't feel like morning. You were excited that the brothers had come to spend time with you in the human world, and you were sure they were excited, too. But you were also exhausted and wanted a good night's sleep.

You could vaguely make out the outline of Beelzebub in your doorway. There was a weird smell in the air you couldn't identify. Belphegor sat on the edge of your bed, saying, "You can't get mad, okay?"

He rubbed your back in a comforting manner. Beelzebub was fidgeting with his hands and kept glancing over his shoulder. They were acting suspicious. "What's going on?"

"Just remember: you can't get mad at us, okay?" Belphegor repeated.

You groaned in passive agreement.

"I was trying to get a midnight snack and I broke the toaster," Beelzebub confessed.

The room was silent. That was it? You huffed. "That's okay, we'll get a new one tomorrow. They're pretty cheap."

"Actually, he used too much strength and the toast got stuck in it," Belphegor elaborated. You wondered why this story couldn't wait until morning.

"It was taking a long time to cook, and the toast wouldn't pop up. So I kept waiting for it to finish, but the bread started burning." Beelzebub explained. "There was a lot of smoke, and I didn't want the alarm to wake you, so I turned that off first."

"He punched it off the ceiling," Belphegor clarified. "And then the toast caught on fire, so I threw the whole thing in the sink and turned the water on to put it out. It was quick thinking."

"Yeah, except the toaster was still plugged in, so it caused the power to go out and made an even bigger fire." Beelzebub slumped his shoulders. "Sorry."

That's why it was so dark. The power was out for the whole house, not even a single LED was on. You sat up, assisted by Belphegor. With your head away from the pillow, there was a horribly acrid smell of smoke. You can't believe you hadn't noticed it sooner.

"What?" You went to stand up. "Take me to the kitchen," you ordered. The demons hadn't even been in the house for 24 hours and were already causing trouble.

Beelzebub lead the way as your trio moved in silence. You hung the front of your shirt on your nose to try and mitigate the stench of fire. You flipped the kitchen light on out of habit to no avail. Instead, you had to squint.

The cabinets and counter were black and also soaking wet. It looked like something exploded. The fire alarm was scattered into a hundred plastic pieces every which way, and the wall outlet was still smoking. The toaster in question, dented and charred, lay in the middle of the floor. It sat in a puddle of water that trailed from the overflowing sink, which was still running.

"You broke both sink handles?" you exclaimed. They had been snapped clean off and the faucet was bent.

"Yeah, Belphie panicked and couldn't control his strength," Beelzebub told you.

Belphegor put a hand on your shoulder. He was calm and spoke with a soothing tone. "Remember, you can't get mad."

[radarchives]

[grandesteartherquakedreamer]

I forgot that Nightbringer's launch anniversary was yesterday! (crying emoji)

My obey me print design I spent like a whole week on XD.

[lovetei]

Most of the time, MC views their friends and lovers as normal civilians, just people trying to get by. But, of course, there are times where they can't help but remember that they're the elites of the elites.

Lucifer's red eyes are glowing through the shadow casted by the dark alley where a low-level demon thought it would be nice to stand in his path, "Huh?" He mumbled to himself then scoffed "Huh." they sounded the same to you, but the way he looked down at the demon, it surely is different treatment from how he is to you.

It's insane how much Mammon treats other people. Sure, you've come with him to play in the casino before, but this is your first time entering a... Private room. And surely, this is your first time seeing someone, Mammon, go crazy while playing Russian roulette. His beautiful laugh boomed inside the room as his opponent is about to pull the trigger, the suicide shot. "Haaah, shit! This is the type of shit I live for!" He laughed as he nuzzled on your neck while waiting for his opponents brain to scatter on the wall.

You thought Leviathan is just an extreme case of introvertness, but obviously—it's not just that. "Yeah, yeah..." He mumbled, bored, as countless nobles came to greet the head of the navy. But there was this one interesting occurance, a noble that held his hand. Sure his composure was commendable but as soon as the noble turned its back, his hand covered his mouth and you saw a glimpse of him stick his tongue out as if vomiting. Your eyes widened. Soon, maids started hurrying to his side, changing his gloves and spraying his hands with alcohol. "Opportunistic pigs... I hate greed demons." You heard him whisper, obviously not intending for you to hear.

Satan was the type to stay calm and often as a gentleman, maybe to you only. During one meeting between some nobles though, he looked particularly mad. "You sure have a lot to say." He suddenly gave off a threatening smile as he fix his position on the seat, then all of a sudden—splat. That disgusting sound rang on your ears as the head of the noble was blown away and then you saw a familiar tail coming from under the table that pierced the nobles head strong enough for it to blow away.

[whatsamatteratsu]

2nd Anniversary for Nightbringer!

This game and characters still bring me so much joy and happiness!

[inlovewithl3vi]

It wasn’t uncommon for the brothers to crawl into your bed at night, usually almost every night at least one of them would end up in your bed.

So when your bedroom door slowly creaked open you thought nothing of it. You just assumed someone couldn’t sleep, or maybe they had a nightmare and wanted to be near you.

Until you heard a familiar voice speak up.

“MC, I’m sorry to bother you at this time but I-“

It’s Barbatos, someone very unlikely to come in your room at night. You cut him off by pulling back the blankets and inviting him to come in your bed.

“It’s fine, you don’t have to explain if you don’t want to.”

It was rare to see him like this, in his pajamas with his hair slightly messy probably from laying in his bed trying to sleep before coming over here.

He lays down in bed next to you, allowing himself to get comfortable under the blankets.

You curl up against him, sighing contently as you begin to feel yourself drift off to sleep again.

Although it was slightly surprising to see one of the most proper demons come in your room at night seeking comfort, you can’t help but feel a little happy so many people can find comfort in you.

[shitty-obeyme-aus]

[savemebeel]

Come get some digital love from your favorite sorcerer 💻🔮

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(Art belongs to Solmare & has been edited by me / divider by @/arklayraven)

[solomons-adorbs-apprentice]

the way that i squealed and kicked my feet

he's so sweet i love him so much

SEND ME MORE KISSIES PUHLEEAAAASE

[devildom-doll]

Lucifer is fuckin done, he’s run out of ideas

[zephyrchama]

Vampire MC part IV - with Satan

heads up - this is suggestive

(intro/vampire MC masterlist can be found here)

Satan’s room was even more cluttered than usual. Tomes about vampires, nosferatu, jiangshi, and more were strewn about. The two of you were side by side on Satan’s bed with the curtains drawn, surrounded by haphazard stacks of even more books borrowed from the library. The dark candlelit ambiance was incredibly comforting. Being able to see in the dim lighting was such a convenient new trait.

“Can you turn into a bat?” Satan asked casually, as though reading a magazine personality test.

“No, I’ve tried,” you sighed. It was true. Good thing you were alone when you made the attempt, you wound up getting overzealous and ran into a wall.

“What about a firefly? Or snake?”

“I haven’t tried, but I don’t think so? Am I supposed to be able to do that?”

Satan grunted and flipped the book in his hand shut, swapping it out for another one in arm’s reach. “If you could do it, I’m sure you would know by now. Let’s look into what else might have changed.” He skimmed over a passage at random. It was quite impressive how his brilliant green eyes could dart back and forth over the text so quickly. “Have you come into contact with any holy water recently?”

“No…” You raised an eyebrow. “Holy water, in the Devildom?”

“Good point.” On to the next book.

He traced the pages with his finger as he poured over its content. Everything present were books he had read before, and they were all books he had read recently. Satan needed something to fill those long nights you were locked up after your attack. He needed to know what was happening to you and what they were doing to you at the castle. Were you going to be the person he loved when you came home? Were you ever even going to come home?

For the last month, Satan had been afraid. It was emotion he hadn’t felt in a long, long time. Something he had very little practice in bottling up like his wrath. The more he read about vampires, the more his fear grew. The more dread pooled in his gut. He would lash out at his brothers and hole up in his room, with each new book digging him into a deeper grave of tumultuous emotions.

An avalanche in his room nearly occurred when he heard you were home. When he saw the group text he had long been avoiding, Satan jumped up and raced to his bedroom door, carefully organized stacks be damned, to find that you had already come to pay him a visit.

“You’ve got to know a lot about vampires, right?” you asked. You were thinner than he remembered. There was something different about your eyes. Though, you didn’t have intestines wrapped around your neck or smoke billowing from your ears. Your size and age remained unchanged. It was too early to rule out extra hair and nipples, as one book described were characteristic of new vampires, but it wasn’t the right time to inquire about that.

“Yeah, come in,” he responded. He tried to hold back the audible high pitched relief in his tone.

Hardly an hour later, it felt just like old times. Reading late into the night, side-by-side with your knees touching. There was a bowl with some uncooked rice grains on the floor, but he was pleased to find that you had no interest in counting it. Satan had discovered a lot of what his books said didn’t apply to you. Whether that was because their contents were obsolete or because you were a special case, he wasn’t sure yet. His priority now was to watch over you and ensure a peaceful transition back to normal life.

‘The blood of a living mammal is a vampire’s required sustenance. It is harvested from the jugular vein or any equivalent artery close to the neck,’ he read. Demons weren’t exactly mammals, but they seemed to qualify.

“What are your eating habits like? Do you always need blood straight from the source, or can you pack some up and have it later?”

You crinkled your nose. “Packed stuff is edible, but it kind of starts to… coagulate. It reminds me of eating apple slices that’ve turned yellow and brown. I’d rather not.”

“Makes sense.” Satan lifted his eyes from the page to observe you with a solemn thoughtfulness. “Does it always have to be the neck?”

You didn’t know. He stared as you mulled the question over by opening and closing your mouth, mimicking the sensation and imagining how it might feel. Your new fangs were cute. “I don’t think so? Blood is blood, doesn’t matter where it comes from.”

“Should we test it out?” Satan suggested.

That was how you wound up on top of him as he lay across his bed. It was a tight squeeze, both of you were too caught up in the experiment to bother moving any books off. Satan suggested starting with his wrist and offered one up to you, but it looked bony and difficult to bite directly. That meant ankles were also out of the question. You felt going for a thigh was too brazen, and so settled on the next softest part you could think of. “What about here?”

You prodded Satan’s side. Just under his ribcage, where the muscle turned fleshy. His leg jerked. His foot sent an encyclopedia thudding to the ground.

“That’s fine,” he remarked, voice softer than normal, face flushed red with the blood you hoped to sample soon. “Ignore the book, it’s an outdated edition. I’ll get it later.”

“You sure?”

Satan was sure, if the decisive act of unbuttoning his shirt was any indicator. Just the bottom few would have sufficed, yet he undid them all and slipped an arm out of its sleeve.

“Can you reach? Should I lift my side more?” he asked.

“No, this looks good,” you replied, in more ways than one.

It was hard to find an optimal angle. You couldn’t just grab his torso and dig in with gusto. Satan was not a sandwich.

Nervous anticipation was visible in the way his stomach moved with each shallow breath. You placed a hand over his naval and latched your other arm over the side of the bed to maintain balance.

You warned him, “I’m gonna do it, okay?”

“Yeah. Any time.” Satan’s patience was tested to the max in such a vulnerable pose. He couldn’t see your face when he looked down. He would have to imagine it as he placed a supportive palm against your back.

Without further ado, you sunk your teeth into his skin. It wasn’t as easy as the neck. You needed to go deeper for any real nourishment and clamp down harder. He winced and sharply inhaled, his stomach fluttered beneath your fingers. Blood trickled into your mouth. It was richer, fattier than neck blood. You let it pool in order to enhance the flavor before lapping it up.

Satan did his best not to squirm under the sensation of your warm tongue pressed against his body, or think about how close you were to his lower half. He tried to keep his breathing steady and not get mad when you adjusted your hand over his naval, causing him to involuntarily bang his head against the headboard. Satan instead focused on the experience as a whole. This was interesting knowledge, he told himself. This kind of information can't be gleaned from a book.

Until now, vampires were pests. If any dared approach him, they’d be swatted away like mosquitoes or burned to a crisp with magic. Now that he’d be living with such a precious one, though, that way of thinking needed to change.

Sucking blood from Satan’s side was strenuous, tiring you out quicker. After one last big gulp, you sat up again, releasing the demon from your clutches. Saliva and blood dripped down your chin until you blotted it with your sleeve. Satan shivered when you lightly touched the fresh puncture marks, now starting to swell. “Did that hurt?”

His face still looked like a red brick wall. He missed you a lot in the time you were gone. As if breaking himself out of a trance, Satan cleared his throat. “No. The pain was negligible.” He lowered his voice to mumble, “it was just challenging in other ways.”

[afraidofbee]

BRO (Gender Neutral), I LOVE THE WAY YOU DRAW SHEEP MC SO MUCH, THEY LOOK SO FLUFFY LIKE COTTON CANDY, I JUST WANNA EAT THEM UP

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