#Obey Me x reader

[mourningwings]

𝐅𝐋𝐘 𝐇𝐈𝐆𝐇, 𝐁𝐔𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐅𝐋𝐘 : nsfw character insert

you really had no idea what he'd gotten you into.

getting high with him was a new thing he'd suggested, but you shared your smoke with him like all good, pretty little lovers do, and found yourself quickly in some kind of graceless parallel to heaven.

it's a sudden, devilish change for you, and with half-lidded eyes and a mind of soft clouds and small stars, you could hardly keep up with him.

his hands are everywhere, steady and sensual down your fizzling skin, unlike his perfect teeth and tongue that nip at you as he peppers his way down your jumping stomach, body pinned to the bed like a stupidly needy, twitching, flightless little butterfly.

"i fuckin' love you," he whispers, voice heavy, breath a hot storm of its own as he nears your puffy, panty-covered cunt, fingers skimming your inner thighs—closer, close, too close—"an' i don't tell you enough."

"let me prove it, baby. you're my finest fuckin' meal and i'm hungry."

✶ arataki itto, bael, beelzebub, boothill, choso kamo, diluc, gallagher, jiaoqiu, leraye, mammon, sylus, etc.

𝐇𝐄𝐘 𝐒𝐖𝐄𝐄𝐓 𝐃𝐎𝐕𝐄, 𝐑𝐄𝐁𝐋𝐎𝐆𝐒 𝐀𝐑𝐄 𝐒𝐎 𝐀𝐏𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐂𝐈𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐃 ♡

©2024 mourningwings. all rights reserved. do not claim, copy, modify, translate, or repost my work.

[zephyrchama]

Seeing Satan interact with strays around the RAD campus gives you an idea. You decide to try it out when he's alone in the household library later.

As usual, he invites you to sit with him. When no one else is around, it's fine if you sit in his lap. It's your special privilege.

You take a peek at what he's reading. It looks boring, though his eyes are glued to the page. His blue irises shift in the light as they go back and forth across the page. It's a pretty sight.

When you raise a hand to his cheek, Satan leans his face into your palm. A natural gesture. He doesn't even look up. It signals the perfect time to put your plan into action. You begin to move your fingertips, gently scratching around the bottom of his ear in small circles. Just barely grazing his skin with your nails.

He stiffens with a look of pure confusion. Concentration broken, his gaze is finally directed at you.

Now that he's not distracted by the novel, your other hand makes its way to the crown of his head for more scritches. You go back and forth, mimicking the satisfying way Satan always does it to the strays around town. His soft blonde hair parts easily as you lightly scratch at his scalp.

"What do you think you're doing?" A blush spreads across his entire face, from cheek to ear. Perhaps your experiment went too far.

"I thought you'd like this," you admit. It seems to have the opposite effect, though. Instead of relaxing, Satan was straining his entire body. His grip on the chair's arm dug into its upholstery. You drop your hands and opt to lean against him instead.

He places his book aside. "I do. Why did you stop?"

"Really?" With newfound confidence, you graze two fingernails against the bottom of his chin, working in small zig zags. "So you like this?"

His breathing turns erratic. Satan grabs your wrist in an oddly strong hold and orders, "wait. Not here."

In a rush, he clutches you against his chest and stands up. There's so much force behind his movement, the armchair skids back several paces. It'll be faster if Satan carries you, and you can keep scratching his chin while he walks.

"Come with me, we'll try this out again in my room."

[squeakyducky]

What the f is the ending of nightbringer?? 😭 Hello?? There are so many unanswered questions and lore to be explored. Why, just why

And what is up with the choice of choosing one of the brothers??? NUH UH ☝️ MC has 13 boyfriends and one girlfriend!!! I rest my case.

Alas, the ending does not exist and MC with their harem live happily ever after.

[devildomwriter]

Christmas Morn’ Again | Others x Reader

2.1K Word Count | GN! Reader | CW: Children

Previous

Solomon x Reader

Christmas morning smelled like many things. Candy canes, gingerbread, sugar cookies…today it did not. You sat straight up in bed to be greeted by the faces of your sons and their father holding a tray of food.

You stared at it for a second and your sons recognized the fear in your eyes.

“We made it for you!”

“Daddy didn’t help at all!”

They reassured you and you breathed a sigh of relief.

“Isn’t that thoughtful of them?” Solomon asked. “They really wouldn’t let me help they were so determined to make you happy all on their own.”

You hugged your sons more tightly than usual that day, having escaped your husband’s traditional breakfast in bed on Christmas morning.

Your sons began to roughhouse as Solomon set up everything in the living room and you ate your warm waffles which your sons had done an amazing job with. You wondered where they got their culinary skills, you were just glad it wasn’t from their father.

After you finished your waffles you set your tray aside and held out your hands for your sons to take.

They excitedly pulled you into the living room and gasped in delight at the presents under the tree. They quickly broke away from you and slid on their knees to their individual piles.

Solomon smiled and handed you a mug of hot cocoa that you pretended to drink as you relaxed into his side watching your children open their gifts.

The two were so much like their father, asking for educational toys and books for Christmas instead of video games and money. It made you proud and your heart felt full as you hugged your husband while they began flipping through their science books that Christmas day.

Simeon x Reader

You set an alarm for Christmas Day. You had much to prepare for before your children woke up. Simeon quickly silenced the alarm before anyone else heard it and he began your morning with a gentle kiss to your lips.

He wrapped his arms around you and quickly got out of bed to help you get dressed, helping to hide your hickies as he adjusted your Christmas Snuggie.

You parted from Simeon and began preparing breakfast as one by one Simeon began to rouse your many children.

The sounds of excitement grew louder and louder and before anyone else came downstairs your eldest son, Simon, came to check on you in the kitchen. He was a kind and helpful boy just like his father, your wonderful husband, Simeon. A literal angel.

There was no better way to spend Christmas Day than with a real angel so when Simeon appeared downstairs followed by your children you ran to him first and wrapped your arms around him.

Your daughters giggled while your sons mostly rolled their eyes and everyone made their way to the Christmas tree and excitedly waited for their father to begin handing out their gifts.

You let breakfast warm up and sat down on the couch wrapped in the warm Snuggie Simeon had gifted you years prior when Simon was just a newborn.

Simeon helped his littlest siblings sit upright as Simeon handed his gift to him, pride beaming in his eyes.

Even on a holiday as chaotic as Christmas, it was clear as day that the two of you were managing to raise your kids just right as they managed to wait patiently for you to take out your D.D.D.

Simeon sat with you and smiled as you began filming the room that erupted into excited squeals. You rested your head against Simeon and he kissed your forehead as you began your Christmas day.

Raphael x Reader

You’d never been so grateful for your silk robes as you were on Christmas morning when your son stood on his father’s bare chest waiting for you to wake up.

Raphael stared at his son, surprised he’d broken in and snuck up on him. Raphael was supposed to be the most efficient hitman in the Celestial Realm and its most skilled fighter but it was beginning to seem as though his son would quickly surpass that.

Raphael looked at you, relieved you’d redressed from the previous night; Raphael had not done the same so you quickly got out of bed to carry your son away so Raphael could redress.

Seconds later Raphael followed you out the door already dressed in winter pajamas that matched your red robe.

Rafal quietly asked to be put down so you set him on his feet and he nodded and looked at his father.

“You’re growing dull,” he commented and Raphael shook his head and tucked his son under his arm like a football.

“You can criticize me when you can beat me,” he advised and Rafal protested as his father carried him into the living room, deciding to take away his free-roaming privileges after barging into your room when he was naked beneath the sheets.

Rafal was finally sat down and Raphael breathed a tired sigh and gently led you to the couch and wrapped a blanket around you.

“I’ll get some milk,” he said and Rafal bounded on his knees excitedly as he waited for his father to bring him a refreshing drink.

Raphael came back and handed a glass to his son and a glass to you before sitting down, leaning back into the couch, and wrapping an arm around you.

You snuggled in closer, head against his chest as his son excitedly unwrapped his gifts.

You knew Raphael had gotten his son a special gift from the Celestial Realm but when he unwrapped a set of throwing daggers you stared at Raphael in shock who was beaming with pride as his son cheered.

You sighed and decided to leave it be for now and let the two enjoy Christmas as you took pictures of your happy family.

Mephistopheles x Reader

The early birds screeched as the moon shone brightly in the sky. You sometimes missed the bluebird and robins soft songs but you were used to it after so many years in the Devildom with your husband.

You were shocked you’d slept in past eight considering it was Christmas Day. Perhaps after disobeying you last night, your son had decided to sleep in to make up for slipping downstairs to try and catch Santa.

You rolled over and gently woke your husband. His maroon bangs fell across his face and he yawned and stretched.

It took him a moment to realize what time it was and he was also shocked by the late hour. Claud had never let you sleep in so late. He came to the same conclusion as you, that he must feel guilty.

Mephistopheles straightened his silk pajamas and helped you out of bed. He looked in the mirror and combed his hair to the side to look more decent in front of staff before leaving your bedroom.

He waited for you before opening the large doors and he led you downstairs to the fireplace nearly as big as the wall itself.

The presents remained untouched under the Christmas tree and Mephistopheles kissed your cheek and opted to wake your son himself. Your son was so used to staff rousing him that it was a great Christmas surprise to see his father waiting for him at the end of his bed to bring him downstairs.

Your son was beaming in Mephistopheles’ arms as they walked downstairs together.

The staff made way for them holding your breakfast trays and after Mephistopheles set Calud down the trays were brought to you. The staff bowed and left and you scooted closer to Mephistopheles as your son began to unwrap his towering pile of gifts.

As your son excitedly thanked you every time, Mephistopheles grinned, pleased with himself for doing a good job. You kissed his cheek and smiled approvingly making him melt in your arms as Christmas properly began.

Barbatos x Reader

The world was silent as you lay snug under the black covers in your bed. The more you woke the more you became aware that Barbatos, your husband, was not next to you. You rolled over, saddened by the loss of the warm demon next to you.

You had expected that at least on Christmas he would sleep in with you but you supposed that six in the morning was sleeping in for Barbatos already and you should be content with that.

Moments later, before you could fully awake, the sweet smell of ginger wafted to your nose and you sat straight up blinking until the fuzziness in your vision passed and you could see your husband standing there, pleased with himself as he offered you a tray of food.

Barbatos watched you eat with a pleased grin and kissed you as you bit the head off a gingerbread man.

“Shall I fetch Sebastian?” He asked you as you set your empty tray aside and you nodded and wiped your mouth.

He nodded and quickly left the room to wake your son a few doors down. You thought your son was probably still exhausted from an accidental trip to the Mariana Trench last night but were proven wrong when he came running into the room.

He jumped onto the bed and hugged you.

“Merry Christmas!” He exclaimed and you hugged him and kissed his head.

He laughed and smiled, turning around to his father. “I knew they’d be awake already.” He declared and you tilted your head.

“You have your son to thank for the early morning call,” he said with a sweet smile that perfectly hid his annoyance. Barbatos too would have preferred a few more hours with you wrapped in his arms but Sebastian was a child who did not underhand such things so you couldn’t find fault in him.

Diavolo was also awake in the common room of the castle warming up with some breakfast Barbatos had already found time to make him.

“Uncle Dia!” Sebastian exclaimed and hugged him.

Diavolo occupied your son for you so that you and Barbatos could find a comfortable spot to relax. In each other’s arms, you sat on the soft rug as your son opened his gifts on Christmas day.

Diavolo x Reader

You thought you heard squeals outside the door first thing that morning but just as quickly silence followed. You sat up, prepared to chase your children back to bed but saw that it was already seven and that this was actually quite late for the three of them.

Diavolo snored next to you and covered him back up with a blanket and dressed yourself to check on the commotion in the hall.

Just as you approached the door you heard a soft knock you identified as Barbatos.

You opened the door, shielding Diavolo from view, and accepted your breakfast trays from the diligent butler who had three children clinging to his tail.

You gave your children a cross look, “please don’t bother Mr. Barbatos,” you scolded and they nodded and giggled, still holding onto the steward’s tail.

Barbatos sighed and shut the door so you could wake up and help dress your sleepy husband.

Diavolo had worn the both of you out last night but surprisingly you were the one with the most energy that morning. Maybe it was because you were still unused to such extravagant gifts

like the ones you knew Diavolo would be getting you. In that case, you could hardly blame your children for getting up as early as they could.

Diavolo woke up, startled you were dressed and holding breakfast but he happily accepted and welcomed the day with the optimism you hoped would never leave him.

Diavolo quickly made himself decent but comfortable and together you opened the doors to your bedroom. Barbatos leaned against the wall facing you, holding your youngest under his arms and your daughter by her wrist as she tried to break free.

Your eldest son and Diavolo’s heir waited patiently but you could see the giddy excitement within him as he barely contained himself.

You smiled proudly and took your son’s hand as Diavolo apprehended the youngest two and held them captive in his arms as you took the elevator down to the main room with the grand tree and all their gifts beneath it.

Barbatos readied his camera as Diavolo set your daughter and youngest son loose. They tote into the presents without waiting and your oldest son, Chao, looked up at you for approval. You smiled and nodded and he ran to join his siblings as you reunited with your husband.

He held you in his arms and snuck kisses against your head and your hands when the children weren’t looking.

It was already turning into a perfect Christmas Day.

[queenendless]

🎄💋Merry Kiss💋🎄

Pairing: Various Aged Up Adult Characters x Adult!GN!Reader

CW: Basic holiday content with implied lovemaking at the end.

Happy Holidays!

Oh the holidays. The snow be falling. The lights be glowing. The discount bargain sales. Reds greens and yellows are the color scheme of this month. You couldn't be immune to the cheery merry sensations. In your cozy decorated home on Christmas Eve, your significant other keeps an arm draped around you or holding your hand tenderly the whole night. Whether it be curling up together lost in your own starry eyed world or cuddling and immersing in your shared warmth. Through the hearty feast, the eggnog and cider, even the Christmas movie marathon, sharing this time of year with them swelled up your heart. To their surprise, mistletoe lined the ceiling all over. To their delight, you showered them in tender, burning passionate smooches. One thing leads to another, clothing falling and decorating the floor, as your bare bodies grew entangled in the thralls of passion before the crackling fireplace. As the clock tolls midnight, you both came with creamy thick pleasure. Bidding each other a Merry Christmas before savoring another few rounds of merry making throughout the powdery twinkling night. Awakening to the sunrise of Christmas Day, to where more kisses and smashes became your gift to one another. What a way to spend the holidays.

[belphegorspillow]

Could I request a baker MC letting Lucifer taste her baked goods to see what he likes? All the while, she is completely unaware of the glares he is receiving from his brothers.

Hi Lovely! Of course, hope you enjoy :] ~~~~~~~~

FEM!MC who is a Baker giving Lucifer baked goods

[no fem pronouns are mentioned besides you/your, but the request asked for fem mc] ~~~~~~~~~~~~ Lucifer glances down at the variety of baked treats that were placed onto the table. He looked over towards you as a smile settles down on your face.

You had been in the kitchen for the whole day, keeping more of the others out of the kitchen - with the exception of Beel - you had baked your butt off to get the treats done for your crush.

You were a baker before you came over into the Devildom, you may got to cook and bake now and again, especially with Luke, but now you really wanted to show Lucifer how much you appreciate him.

"Mc, this is quite amazing." He hummed a bit as he took a small tartlet into his mouth, the taste of cherries filled his mouth. "You are quite the baker."

You smile, your heart fluttered at the compliments that Lucifer gave you.

Lucifer would watch you as you smile and offer him more treats to taste. He appreciated what you made for him, the treats all were divine, they were better than anything else he had tasted, since you had made them for him.

You may not have noticed it, but Lucifer did. Right behind your figure, the 6 brothers stood and poking their heads through the door.

"Why does Lucifer get to try it." Levi mumbled as he watches in envy.

"It aint fair. " Mammon huffed a bit, he was slightly glaring towards his brother.

Beel's mouth watered at the sight of the treats, he wished that he could taste the treats, but he knew it was all for Lucifer when he saw you in the kitchen earlier.

Satan's glares towards Lucifer were pointed directly at lucifer, he wished he could curse Lucifer's taste buds so that he cant taste your treats so that you would pick someone else to taste your treats.

Asmodeus was pouting that he wasn't able to be there to take photos and show off what you made, it was all for lucifer.

Belphegor was a bit mad that it was all for Lucifer, he was silently cursing Lucifer.

Lucifer could hear the muttering and sulking noises coming from his brothers.

He felt a sense of pride that you wanted him to have the treats first that you made. He continued to eat those treats in the view of his brothers.

The baked treats suddenly taste even sweeter.

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Masterlist

[love-archer]

'𝔻𝕖𝕧𝕚𝕝𝕊𝕥𝕒𝕣'𝕤 𝔽𝕒𝕧𝕠𝕣𝕚𝕥𝕖'  𝔦𝔰 𝔫𝔬𝔴 𝔰𝔱𝔯𝔢𝔞𝔪𝔦𝔫𝔤. . . ! ♡ Tune in for a lucky sight~! ♡

♡.Obey me! ♡♡.NSFW!! Non-con(?) ♡♡♡. Brain is flooded with camboy!Mammon <3 My own mind scares and amuses me 🥴

♡ One of many things about this Mammon is that he has held up a lot of jobs, quick-riches schemes, scams, favors, the likes.... ♡ But this particular job is one of his favorites, not only is it fun, it gets him a lot of tips in a night ♡ and it includes extra thinking of you, His muse, his obsession, you.....what a being. What a person. Now staring as his inspiration

♡ With all his reasons whirling in his head, so why the hell not activate his DevilStar account again?

♡ After he set up the camera, the lens aiming at his crotch, his abs peeking slightly. Deathly washed-off grey jeans showing his bulge, his hands rubbing his inner-thighs as the viewers flooded in.

♡ "Mmgh..." He leans in his seat, spreading his thighs for a better visual.

♡ One hand held his trusty D.D.D, finger scrolling down at the folder of you, locked and hidden inside folders of folders

♡ The said folder featured all the close ups he took of your bending down. Ones with your night shirt down your shoulder. Pictures he took when he couldn't sleep and you invited him over, of you sleeping, shirt ridden up your chest. Fuck, he’d pay anything to cum on that….

♡ Won’t you like that? His mouth on your skin, bitting you, gifting you dents in the flesh. Tasting you. Mammon saddled over you, one hand holding your fragile ones above your head, bonded tightly. His hips over yours, your so not innocent sleep shirt ridden up to your collarbones, his other hand stroking up and down his weeping cock. Alabaster drops landing on your stomach, rolling down your hot skin and dirtying you.

♡ He licks his lips, the camera capturing his tented pants, his thumb and pointer finger rubbing the tip of it, chest heaving. His free hand caressed up his chest, the dim light catching around his now exposed pierced nipple. "Mmmh.....yeah."

♡ He swallowed immediately once the image of you flooded his mind. So pretty, so....obedient on your knees. Your susceptible body amid his spread thighs. Hands tied behind your back with his shimmering gold necklace, blindfolded. His hand gripping the base of his cock, eyes drinking the sight of you, pressing the tip against your lips.How fun would you be to use...Mm, to mark.

♡ "Fuck......" He hisses, looking down as his pants, his cum spurting against the fabric, darkening it, making a mess. No doubt leaving stains. His viewers didn't miss this, the generous tips came running in as did the comments.

❦ © love-archer 2022, all rights reserved ❦ @hoesoflamentation as promised 😋💞

[kira-fluff]

thinking about sitting on the couch post-movie with mammon.

mammon tenatively rests his head on your lap, his gaze at last meeting your eyes. which was simultaneously the worst and best decision he ever made. because, dammit, your eyes are so. fucking. beautiful. despite his desire to spend the rest of his life looking at you - only you - he finds his eyes closing in relaxation as you quietly hum.

his eyes don't stay closed for long. you absently card your fingers through his silvery hair, and he lets out a moan. open-mouthed. head tilted back. eyes still closed. eyebrows raised, meeting in the middle in pure bliss.

his eyes shoot open, staring at you wide eyed. you briefly stop your ministrations, just as shocked at his reaction. and he is SO. EMBARRASSED. so, he turns his head, averting his gaze. but he turned to the wrong side, and now his mouth is centimeters away from your crotch.

in his attempt to remove himself, he scrambles and falls off the couch, slamming against the floor. he stares at you in horror, sitting up with his hands against the carpet, breathing heavily, face flushed bright red.

you stare at each other, completely silenced.

then, you let out a laugh, your eyes shinning brightly. you try to cover your mouth, but you know there's no point.

mammon sputters incredulously. "s-stop laughin'! 's not funny!"

you only laugh harder, falling off the couch yourself in your fit of hilarity.

despite his slight displeasure in your amusement, he can't help but tilt his head and smile.

you're his everything, don't you know?

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a/n: trying something a little different with a short little imagine. hope you guys like it 💕

[agent-yolk-writes]

A Nightmare in Devildom (Obey Me/Nightmare on Elm Street concept fic)

Basically what it says on the tin. A "what if MC was a survivor of freddy kreuger's torment before the events of OM" concept fic.

This is was of those weird ideas I came with this during the early covid lockdown period where my insomnia got really bad to the point where I was borderline delirious. I meant to get this out during October for spooky season vibes but after three Octobers came and went and Obey Me isn't getting any more updates, I figure I throw it into the pit before that happens. No beta we die like obey me as a franchise, I guess!

If this inspires you to write something similar, please let me know! If you want me to write more...please reconsider!

And, of course, happy holidays!

AO3 Mirror Link

Good lord, I look terrible. You thought as you looked at yourself in the mirror. When was the last time I got some rest?

Other than looking more visibly tired, you look...older. It was the face of a nurse finally coming home after back-to-back double shifts. The bags under your eyes could only get so dark, but thankfully you knew a demon who had so much concealer and foundation lying around that he wouldn’t know if a few went missing. 

You knew you shouldn’t be continuing this habit, but you can’t help it. Despite living in a mansion with the most powerful demons in Literal Hell(!!) in the past few weeks your brain is still not convinced that you’re safe from Him . Would he still have the balls to terrorize you still? Does he even know where you are? Surely he’ll just know when you disappeared without a trace, but you can’t afford to find out for yourself. 

As much as you wanted to tell the brothers, you didn’t want to drag them into this mess. After all, this problem only started just weeks before you were brought here. It came without warning, and suddenly it turned into a bloodied hurricane. To think He was the one that killed your friends and classmates back in the human world…you regretted not being able to do more for them until you were in His sights.

This opportunity with the exchange program was either a saving grace or a divine intervention, and you’re not going to let that chance slip away from you. You have the whole year to work on magic and potions and anything else that could possibly drive Him away if not kill him for good, and you highly doubt he’s going to forget about you. Knowing how to do magic is one thing, but putting it to memory is another. This wouldn’t be a problem if you weren’t so damn tired. You’re trying so hard to pay attention in class, but you just end up more focused on trying to keep your eyes open lest you allow Him to strike at your most vulnerable. 

However, there is one possible solution. The only problem is that you needed to form a pact with his other brothers before he could even consider helping you, that slothful bastard. Belphegor knows how tired you are and how you would do anything for a safe and peaceful rest. There was no point hiding it from him as you were with the others. Oh, how you envied the way he could sleep the day away in his little prison cell…you could just punch him if only you had the strength.

…

You really didn’t feel good about the multi-layered lie you found yourself webbed into to get the pacts in the first place. You recently got Beelzebub’s pact, putting you at the halfway mark. He looked so happy about your ‘plan’ to impress Lucifer enough to have him make up with Belphegor that it made your stomach churn in shame. Is it really okay for you to do this? Wouldn’t it be easier to tell the truth? Out of all the brothers, you couldn’t help but feel guilty for lying to Beel.

But what if Lucifer points his finger at Belphegor if you bring it up before you’re able to finish explaining? Would it destroy all the progress you made? Would you make things worse ? If they draw parallels that your deprivation is somehow related to the seventh-born’s sleep-related powers…only Lucifer would have an answer different from the other five. That’s why you have to keep up this facade for as long as you can. That’s why you need to stay awake. To find a way to protect yourself as well as the others. 

Your new friends at Purgatory Hall, bless their hearts, were none the wiser. Considering two of them were actual angels, you would’ve expected at least Luke to confront you with tears in his eyes about your health at least a month in. He makes a big talk about how you should never trust ‘those demons’ before having lunch with Beelzebub. Sometimes you think Solomon is giving you weird looks whenever you make eye contact with him. It’s probably the sleep-deprived paranoia, but you hope it’s nothing. You’ve been getting away with it for this long, so what? 

Tomorrow you have to stay over at Diavolo’s castle as part of an exchange party sleepaway camp or something. If you’re lucky, you can have a room for yourself. You don’t pack your go-to methods for staying awake until right before everyone heads out.

~

The steaming heat of the boiler room did not warm the chill in your bones one bit. 

You should know the inner workings of this hellscape by now. It was His favorite hunting ground, after all. However, something seems different this time. Everything felt…a bit shifted to the right, in a way. On top of that, there’s no sight or sound of Him anywhere. No taunting catchphrases, no spooky teleports he’s fond of doing, not even the shilling sound of his claw on metal when he’s close. This is probably his new trick, you think. Lulling you into a false sense of security before-

You turned around, involuntary flinching as you braced yourself to be hit. Only to process seconds later that nothing’s coming. In fact, there was no sign of life behind you in the first place. Damn it, he really was playing with you at this point. As soon as you let out a sigh of relief, you heard someone screaming from the other side of the room. You couldn’t tell who they were, but that’s not going to stop you. You ran towards the sound before you let the dread wash over you. 

“I’m coming!” You yelled at them. “Wake up! He can’t hurt you if you’re awake!” You were so focused on tilting your head up to project your voice to the other person that you didn’t realize you hit a dead end until you ran into a wall of pipes. “Oh, god damn it!” You cursed, pivoting on your foot to turn around and run even faster. 

What happened next happened too fast. You didn’t know where you were going. Everything is starting to blur together. A pipe managed to burst the same second you turned your head to follow the noise, immediately blinding your vision with steam and a “Shit!” jumping out of your mouth. The suddenness of it all made you lose your momentum and you feel yourself stumbling forward. You didn’t have time to brace yourself for the sharp object that’s going right through your- 

You wake with an audible gasp, hands going up to your throat. The sound of your racing heart and your uneven breathing replace the sounds of pipes and steam. You looked around in the darkness and could barely see two bodies sleeping in their respective beds. Ah, that’s right. This is the first night of Diavolo’s retreat, and you find yourself paired to a room with Asmodeus and Simeon. In an attempt to pretend you’re asleep ended up having you fall asleep for real. You couldn’t help but think how pathetic you were for letting your guard down for one second and falling into His hands again after so long all because you were waiting for someone to finish their 20-step overnight skin routine.

With a shuddered sigh, you carefully slipped out of your bed and into the hallway in hopes you could clear your thoughts without disturbing your roommates. 

Thanks to the occasional jittering of a Little D doing their nightly duties, the halls of a demon lord’s castle don’t feel as haunted as you would think. The lights were dimmed but not out completely, which gave way for the moon to shine in as its own source of light. Had you been carrying a candle in a brass holder you would’ve thought you stumbled into one of those old gothic novels. You didn’t have a real destination in mind, but you made sure you remembered which room you were assigned to just in case. 

At some point during the night, you ended up in one of the lounge rooms, curled up on a couch facing the huge floor-to-ceiling windows, and looked up at all the stars. It has always been a comfort for you. You even began reading about them in an attempt to stay awake back in the human world. You thought you could recognize some of the constellations, but there are always a few stars here and there that turn it into an unrecognizable shape. At least you have new material to read about when you’re back in your room at the House of Lamentation. 

The soft calling of your name from the door broke your serene silence followed by a, “Is that you?”

A small gasp managed to escape your throat before you were able to put your hands over your mouth. You curled into yourself at first so whoever it was can’t see your head poking out from the back. After a few seconds, it finally clicked as to who it was.

Sheepishly, you stick your head out. “Hi, Barbatos.” You said, voice croaking in unexpected use. Even though it was dark and his figure obscured, you could make out that he was holding some kind of tray. “Am I not supposed to be here? I’m sorry. I’ll go back and…”

“It’s fine.” He assured you. “I heard someone walking around, so I’ve taken the liberty to brew some chamomile tea for them should they feel restless. Would you like some?”

“...”

Tea does sound nice, but the fact that it was chamomile made you hesitate. At the same time, Barbatos just made it, so it would be rude to let it go to waste.

“...That would be nice. Thank you.”

He made his way over to the other side of the couch. Part of you wanted to sit up and be proper when drinking, but even thinking about adjusting your posture makes you tired. Still, you make an effort to reach over to take the tea cup from the butler’s hands. Barbatos took this opportunity to start talking. 

“This is your first time spending the night at a castle, I presume?” You made an affirmative noise as you sipped, not wanting to point out that it’s not just any castle you’re sleeping at. “I reckon slipping in a new bed right as you got settled in would put anyone’s nerves on edge.”

You put your cup down as you replied, “I guess you can say that.” 

He looks at you quizzically. “Is something amiss? I’ll inform the Young Master right away.”

“It’s…It’s fine, Barbatos. Thanks for worrying.” You took another sip before letting out a sigh. “I’ve always had trouble sleeping, you can say. I get…these really bad nightmares that make me stay up for days on end. They were so terrifying and real…I kept wondering if I was losing my mind. I’ve tried every remedy in the book to stop them but…” You stopped to let a yawn out. “Sorry…As I was saying, I tried everything the doctors thought could help me. They even brought in a priest thinking it was ‘dream demons’ or something.” You paused, replaying the last thing you said. “Are dream demons even a thing here?”

“They are a form of lesser demons, yes.” The butler answered. “They’re relatively harmless as individual beings, but can pose a threat in large numbers or if they get close to a human.”

“Well, that’s reassuring.” You told him bitterly. 

“If it brings you any comfort, just know that they’re not powerful enough to be able to enter the human world on their own. Only certain powerful demons have the authority to travel to that realm directly. Such as the Young Master and Lucifer, for example.”

You couldn’t help but huff out air through your nose in relief. Suck on that, Pastor John. 

“...So yeah. Just before I was summoned here, they put me on a clinical trial for a medication that…reduces? Suppress? It, like, stops giving me dreams entirely, and they work. Forgot the name though. And I coincidentally ran out just before I was transferred here so…yeah.” Your eyes looked over to the butler. “Sorry I didn’t mention it earlier, I guess. I keep getting roped into whatever the brothers get themselves into that I never really had time to check on myself.”

Barbatos didn’t respond immediately. You were too busy concentrating on balancing the tea on your stomach to spare a glance over to your nighttime companion to see what kind of face he was making. Would he make one? Shouldn’t he have known of this malady when your file was being processed? Maybe, because of their biology, demons don’t worry about these kinds of conditions. You mulled around internally in a tired haze before realizing that your eyes were slowly creeping shut. With a soft sigh, you moved the plate to the nearest table and stood up slowly.

“Anyways, thanks for the tea. Compliments to the chef.” You couldn’t help but let out a big stretch followed by an even bigger yawn. “I’ll head back to bed now. No guarantee I’ll sleep though.” You let out a huff that was supposed to be your attempt at a dry laugh. “You should get some rest too. Big day ahead, y’know? See you in the morning.” And with that, you exited the room and into the dim hallway.

The small smile Barbatos had dropped as soon as your back was turned to him. It was no secret that your time as a transfer student was being hindered by your lack of sleep. Even your recent medical file was perplexing in figuring out the cause of this disorder. It’s not genetic nor was it caused by a major traumatic event. Perhaps it’s something else? You did mention dream demons, after all, albeit it was more of a speculative idea that was brought up by your doctors in order to get a man of the cloth involved. It definitely couldn’t be Belphegor’s meddling, he thinks. He wouldn’t know about the human’s arrival.

It looks like he’ll have to do some digging after this exchange party concludes. He might need to start gathering evidence now while the human is still here. Diavolo will need to get involved, there’s no doubt about that. He would do anything to ensure the health and safety of the exchange students, after all. 

~

When everyone converged for a tour around the castle, some had noted that you looked less sluggish than usual. You simply waved them off, making up an excuse about the mattress not being up to human standards. Hopefully, you didn’t offend the demon prince when you said that. 

Still, you can’t deny that you feel a little well-rested. You did remember trying a method where you close your eyes for 15 minutes, wake up for another 15, close your eyes again, rinse and repeat. You usually had an alarm for this technique, but you didn’t want to disturb Simeon or Asmodeus as much as you already did slipping in and out of bed. You didn’t think you were able to keep track, but you did somehow, give or take a few minutes. Now you can actually pay attention to that cute little demon acting as the tour guide, explaining the intricate history of all the subjects painted on these beautifully crafted portraits. You couldn’t help but smile seeing Diavolo puffing his chest in pride when the Little D started talking about his father, the current Demon King. 

(But when it was mentioned that he's been sleeping at the bottom of Devildom for millennia you couldn't help but feel jealous. The most powerful being of all the realms is casually sleeping the decades away while you don’t even get the privilege of an hour of uninterrupted rest.)

You looked at the other paintings decorating the hall. Some plaques are written in what you can only presume is some kind of archaic language that only demons would know. If you could understand at least a part of it, then maybe you can get a deeper understanding of these pictures. 

A gentle call of your name and a not-so-gentle clap on your back broke your weak concentration. You tore your eyes away to meet Diavolo’s gentle gaze. “I see that her beauty managed to draw you in?” 

You blinked, trying to process what he said. “I-I’m sorry, whose beauty? I was…too focused on figuring out what the plaque said.” You managed to blurt out, causing the prince to chuckle.

“Oh, that? It simply reads ‘The Queen of Devildom’. In other words, that’s my mother.” His gaze turned to the painting, but you stayed fixated on him. He continued by adding, “This painting and some vague memories are all I have of her. She passed away several centuries ago when I was still an infant. My father would always talk about how…” And he continued to drone on from there. It wasn’t his fault, and you were genuinely trying to cling on to every word he’s saying because it’s important to him and you wanted to leave a good impression. On the other hand, the bleariness in your eyes started to cloud your vision again as a result of your lack of sleep. So you avert your gaze back to the painting unintentionally so you can wipe it away, biting your tongue to restrain the yawn that comes with it. Part of you hopes that Diavolo thinks that you’re speechless and moved to tears.

That thought quickly vanished when you opened your eyes to the painting. 

There was a choking noise, and you almost didn’t realize it came from you. It felt like the world around you completely disappeared, and only you and Him were the only inhabitants. 

Devildom seemed to freeze over the moment you made direct eye contact with the painted eyes of your tormentor. His scarred face did nothing to hide that cocky smirk he loves to wear. He’s holding up his bloodied claw to you in a way that couldn’t be anything else but a taunting gesture, as if he knows what he’s doing to you. His other hand wrapped around the back of a bloodied woman. By the way, the painting is framed, you assumed she was supposed to be sitting. Unfortunately, you know that’s not the case here. Her head dipped back, obscuring her face from you. You assumed she was originally wearing either a white or a similar light-colored dress, but that didn’t matter as it was dyed by the blood seeping out of that four-lined wound in her chest that you knew all too well. Just the sight alone made you reach for your hip where an old wound dimly throbs at the clothed contact. 

You didn’t dare move your gaze. You needed to keep an eye on him. 

“Hey…!”

You knew it. This opportunity to fly off his radar and find a way to kill him for good while he’s not looking was too good to be true.

“...!”

How did he even get here? Did he follow you down when you got summoned? What will he-

“...!!”

Time seemed to resume the second someone grabbed onto your shoulders and turned you around. You wanted-no, needed to keep an eye on him. Sadly, you don’t have eyes on the back of your head. Instead, you were forced to look at Diavolo's worried eyes. You didn’t even let him get a word in before you began panicking. 

“What have you done?!” You yelled. You pointed to the painting behind you. “Can’t you see I’m trying to protect you!”

“Protect us from…who?”

“Him!” You pointed to the portrait.

Only the painted eyes of a woman stare back at you.

It was too late for you now. The moment you allow yourself even to think you’re away from his control, you end right back into his hands. 

Nowhere is safe, not even in hell.

A maniacal laugh fills your ears as everyone crowds around your panicked state.

[maopll]

"Wait...you've been kissing the same spot!"

"You know very well why I am doing this dear"

It just started with a small information which you learned from some of your friends. They were bragging about how the moles and birthmarks in your body represent the places your past lover kissed you.

A harmless one right? you told it to your boyfriend and let's say he was feeling quite a mix of emotions then.

"I would like to see the places where you have those, you don't mind it, do you, my dear ?" Although his tone was gentle, his eyes were speaking a different tale. The emphasis on the word 'my dear' sent chills down your spine.

Not even a minute had passed from you showing him the moles and marks around your body, that he tackles them with ferverent yet soft kisses. As if he was trying to replace your past lovers trace with only his ...

"It is good to see that you had a past lover who clearly loved you a lot..." he looked at you through half lidded eyes

with a particularly rough kiss on the birthmark on your chest , he whispered

"But I'd rather you don't mention them again"

— wriothesley, NEUVILLETTE, ZHONGLI, diluc, CHILDE, AYATO, kaeya, alhaitham, VIL, MALLEUS, leona, AZUL, dan heng, BLADE, JING YUAN, luocha, dr ratio, sampo, diavolo, MAMMON, lucifer, satan, BEELZEBUB

tagging : @fictoculus @poison-demon @mitsvriii @pianopuppygirl @sleepy-waffle @falors @imhere2dosomething @moondrop-gummies @completelyshatteredbrokenmschf

© 2024 maopll. do not copy, repost or modify my work in any form

[mammonsrockstargf]

“Whatcha doing?”

“I’m hiding,”

...

“Can I join?”

It looks comical, the way Mammon tries to fit inside your closet as well. There’s barely room for him, but somehow he manages to squeeze his long limbs into the small space. Once he’s sat, he turns his head slightly to look at you.

“Who are we hiding from?”

His blue eyes practically light up the place, and you can feel the heat radiating from him. Tentatively you inch a little closer and he opens his legs so you can slot between them, your back against his chest. You lean into the embrace, letting him wrap his arms around you. You can feel the beating of his heart next to your ear.

“I don’t know,” you mutter. You watch the wall of the closet, eyes trailing the curves and patterns of the wood. “Everyone,” you say.

Mammon hums. He presses a gentle kiss to your hair. You grab a hand from your waist, deciding to play with his fingers instead. In difference from his usual white, they’re painted the colour of your eyes. Yours matches with a mix of blue and yellow. All stolen from Asmo of course.

(He let you steal them. Mammon was not very discreet. You had to make up for it with a spa day the next weekend.)

Slowly you interwine your fingers with Mammon’s, leaning back to rest your head on his chest and closing your eyes.

“Were ya hiding from me too?”

...

“No, I would never hide from you.”

[xxgrimml0vrxx]

Beel;

[sh1-n0bu]

hehehehheheheee pretty birb bf

winged bf who pick you up into their arms, gently cradling you as if you were made of glass and the finest jewelry as they tell you to “hang on” before unfurling their wings and taking off into the sky

winged bf who show you the beauty of flying, holding you securely in his arms as you take in the way how the world below you looks so small and beautiful. who only has a gentle smile on their faces as you point out the big apartments and parks where you go to for a picnic date. who only has eyes on you as you admire the twinkling lights of the world under you

winged bf who wrap their wing around you whenever you shiver, even if it was one of those annoying sudden ghost bump things you get out of the blue. he’s still worried, let him worry for you in peace😠

winged bf who plucks a feather out of their wing, gently tucking the soft feather into your hair, or on your jacket — wherever you want. he wants you to carry a piece of him to remind you by even though you regularly steal his clothes

winged bf who allows you to be only person to touch his wings, to care for them, to brush them, to just… well, touch them to your heart’s content really. he doesn’t care if you put the tip of his long feather ends over your lips, mimicking a mustache, he doesn’t care if you want to use it as a blanket, he doesn’t care if you wanna use the ends like a cat toy in front of his face. he’ll indulge in your silly shenanigans

winged bf who sheds at least once a year, filling your shared home with the old feathers. who is either smug about it or is apologetic as he helps you broom the excessive fallen feathers. at this point you could probably make a plushie or some sort of art project from the amount of feathers that he shed. to which he objects, saying these are all old and weakened feathers, offering his wing for you to pluck feathers from if you really wanna make an art project

winged bf who hides the two of you under his wing when cuddling in bed, the added layer of his own extra limb making the scene feel more intimate than it is. as if the entire world is blocked out, just a meager existence passing by as you two enjoy this moment of comfort as his wing becomes a curtain to give you two privacy

winged bf who sometimes gets too sexually frustrated and pent up with your curious hands constantly touching the place where his wing is connected to his back, the skin and muscles there are sensitive, making him jump in his seat whenever you do it to tease him

winged bf who knows that it isn’t your fault. you probably don’t know, you don’t have a wing after all, so you don’t know what it means when someone touches your wing. who only calms your worries with a forehead kiss, usually handling his problems himself

winged bf who lets out a whine into his hand, muffling the embarrassing noise as your hand wraps tighter around his cock. he was way too sensitive than usual and it was all because of your wandering hand on his wings. he probably should have explained it all to you but right now, he found his words escaping him, mind melting into a muddled mess as he finds his hands clawing at your own in desperation

winged bf who mumbles out a weak protest of being “s-sensitive! aaah… f-feels too sen—♡︎ sensitive! y-your haaandd♡︎” as his legs start to shake, staring through teary eyes as you coax out yet another climax out of him. his tip an angry cherry red from the continued torture of your hand, his slit weeping precum over and over again despite having just came, getting hard in your hand embarrassingly fast

winged bf who gets tortured by your loving hands for who knows how many times. his eyes are getting blurry and breathing started to hurt. even more, his dick was stinging, twitching every time your tight fist comes up to the tip, letting go briefly as if to taunt him, touching the dripping slit with the tip of your finger and making him whine loudly before fucking his cock into your hand again and again. this was just pure torture, he wanted to escape and run away but you were whispering such nice words to his ears. calling him your good boy, your angel, how you loved being with your beloved like this… could he really ever refuse you?

winged bf who gets more and more twitchy in your gentle hold as your hand picks up speed, the filthy wet noise of his earlier cum being used as a lube filling the room alongside his loud moans. who begs for you to not to touch his wing as it flutters around, dropping a feather or two onto the floor due to moving around so much. who only lets out a pathetic whimper of a “cuz’ ahh haamgh—! [n-name], please! please don’t—♡︎ d-don’t touch them...? they’re sensitive too aanh haagh mfgh♥︎!!” when you ask him why

winged bf who felt like his skin was on fire. everything felt too much but felt too little at the same time, his cock painfully hard again in your hold the moment you ran the tip of your finger over the bane of it. his muscles were getting tense, a strange sense of feeling coiling around in his stomach as you kiss the place where his wing and back connects, shifting around frantically with a chirp or a preen falling from his swollen lips

winged bf who weakly paws at your hand around his dick, wanting to push it away but chasing right after it with his hips as the strange feeling in his stomach just continues to grow worse. it didn’t felt like his usual orgasm, the way he would just fall apart in your hands. it felt more intense and that scared him. who cries out through loud whines and bitten back sobs that “f-feels weird!! aanhh haah [n-name]—! it mnggh♡︎ feels weird! my c-cock feels unnck haah ahh amhh weird♥︎♥︎!!”

winged bf who throws his head back into your shoulder, hands covering his beet red face as a scream tears through his lips, muscles tightening, body going taut in your arms when you gently bit into the base of his wing, your other hand keeping his wing in place so it wouldn’t flutter and knock you away as he fucking squirts into his stomach, painting his muscles and your hand white. who lets out soft chirps and noises, legs twitching and hands struggle to decide whether to hold onto you or to muffle his embarrassing noises

winged bf who only lets out weak noises and chirps when you try to communicate with him, asking him if he was doing alright and if your angel was with you right now after that overstimulating experience. who immediately hides within his wings the moment a sliver of sobriety hits him, too humiliated to even look you in the face because what was that? and why did he felt… so good?

winged bf who gives you a weak glare that you know isn’t exactly serious, pouting at you and complaining about how you messed up his mind and stuff. who lean into your touch as you push his hair away from him, getting to see the still reddened face and the few tear stains on his cheeks. who grumbles about how you have too much power over him when you chuckle, leaning in to plant a kiss to his pouting lips. who chase after you with a demand for a proper kiss this time

⇨ sephiroth, genesis, angeal, hawks, xiao, venti, angel devil, vash, knives, sunday, simeon, raphael + anyone you can think of!

[squeakyducky]

Favouritism is real

[inlovewithl3vi]

Lucifer: MC please stop this nonsense.

*MC standing in a salt circle*

MC: no

Lucifer: you know that doesn’t even work right?

MC: come and get me then.

Lucifer:…

[lovetei]

TW: Smut

The moment they found out that you want them, they were beyond pleased, but when they found out that you think a mere toy can compare to the real thing? They just have to prove you wrong.

Lucifer who made you sit on his cock while he's working, slowly trusting up on you, making sure you feel each vein on his dick while he whispers "Hmm, yes... So much better than that toy..." and kisses your neck.

Mammon who pounded you so rough, trying to prove that no toy can compare to him, no toy can make you feel as good as he can, "Ha, yeah? So much better right? So much better right? Bet your little toy can't pound you this hard, no?"

Leviathan who didn't notice how overstimulated you are and still kept on using both of his dick and tail to pleasure you, "Mhm, I know MC would feel better than those fleshlights... Cum on my cock again, hmm?"

Satan who wants to know how you fuck that toy and made you demonstrate it to him, sitting prettily with his shirt up and his pants on his knees while you went crazy over his dick, "Yeah, like that? You ride 'my cock' that hard, hmm?"

Asmodeus who is insulted and started to use that toy to abuse your hole while telling you how he will fuck you with the real cock, "Like this, too fast for you to handle? Well, I don't care. As soon as my cock enters this pretty little hole, you're done."

Beelzebub who shamelessly compares his cock to your toy, insulting it's existence then fucking you with it at the same time "You feel that? You feel how your toy can't even compare to my tip?"

Belphegor who hates it, why need this trash when you can have the real deal? The one that pounds you so rough you can't think "Wow, so pa.the.tic! You think this toy is me? Haha! It's too.fucking.small. to even compare!"