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astaroth1357 · 3 years ago

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How Often They Worry about MC…

For those who don’t know, I have a little dog named Charlie and she is a large portion of my world. There's no need to be alarmed, my dog is fine, but there are days where I hold her and all I can think about is how much I worry about her health down the line… I suppose we often do that for the people we love, particularly the ones who may not last as long as we will. Take that as inspiration if you'd like.

Lucifer

Near constantly.

If you tracked his blood pressure on a grid, you'd see it start to continuously rise about when he decided they were worth having in his life.

Lucifer is the eldest sibling to a whole crew of brothers so he's no stranger to worry. He worried about his brothers when they were young, he worried about them after the Fall, and he still worries about them now (even if he's less open about it).

But a part of him knows that his brothers can handle their own, at least to varying degrees. The MC, though? He's far less sure…

They've proven rather resilient, but also headstrong and reckless. Neither of which are good things to be in a place this dangerous...

If Lucifer isn't careful, he can catch himself staring at a wall or window just wondering where they are and if they're doing alright… If he called them every time he had a passing worry, their inbox would be full by the end each week.

He holds himself back because he doesn't have the time to constantly protect them, but that doesn't stop him from sending a text once or twice a day. They better respond or he'll start (secretly) panicking.

Mammon

He forgets their mortality from time to time, but every time he remembers it hits like a ton of bricks…

Mammon is a pretty "in-the-moment" person. He doesn't spend a lot of time dwelling on the future, but whenever he does the thought of losing MC always comes back to him again and again.

Like. It's gotta happen eventually, right? They're human, humans die, hell they don't even live that long to start with!

The MC can always tell when Mammon's getting worried because he'll get uncharacteristically quiet and pace around or hover by them…

Every little injury or strenuous task will suddenly seem like too much to him as well.

If they need to carry some boxes, he'll carry them all.

If they have to jog to class, he's carrying them.

If they so much as get a papercut, he'll have a heart attack.

It's not very hard to get Mammon out of these funks - he really does want them to reassure him that they're okay - but he's never going to get fully over it…

Not until he can steal whatever top secret immortality formula Solomon must have used anyway… He'll get it off that bastard eventually.

Leviathan

Thinks about it so often he has to actively try not to just to get any peace…

He dodges his fears for MC like a protagonist dodges lasting consequences. Every time he feels one creeping up, he's always got a distraction waiting…

"Hey where's MC at? I hope they didn't fall into the riv-OH HEY CHECK OUT THIS NEW GAME!!"

"What are they doing over there…? That looks hard, what if they bre-WAIT DIDN'T MY FAVORITE VOICE ACTOR JUST RELEASE A NEW PODCAST???"

"What if the MC dies tomorrow and they leave me all alo-DEVIL FIGHT 200! YOU CAN'T BEAT DEVIL FIGHT 200, LET’S BREAK MY HIGH SCORE!!"

Cut him some slack, his psyche cannot handle the idea of losing them on top of everything else he grapples with every day.

If, on the rare occasion, he does let himself fall down that rabbit hole he becomes extra clingy and practically begs MC not to leave his room… like ever. He'd bubble wrap them if he could.

Anytime they get really hurt or really sick he refuses to leave their side even if it means he has to awkwardly sit on the floor. He just needs to be able to glance at them every so often to be sure they're alive… Still breathing?? Phew…

Satan

He worries, preps, rationalizes, then worries again…

For Satan, knowledge is power and every scrap of information he can learn about MC is more power he can use to keep them safe and healthy.

Yes, he will want their medical history. Yes, he's going to need a list of prescriptions. Family members too. And no, you do not get a choice.

He'll read up on as many things as he can - pawn medical journals off of witches and get magical alternatives from Solomon.

The cycle usually goes:

1. He's lying awake at night because he just heard about some terrible bacteria that makes human's skin peel off or something.

2. He does all the research he can on this bacteria, its treatment options, best prevention methods, etc.

3. Gets right about to break out the rubber booties for MC to wear around, then realizes they have a very slim chance of catching said bacteria since it's only native to incredibly remote parts of Indonesia.

4. Feels instant relief that MC will probably not catch flesh-eating bacteria and can finally sleep again…

5. Hears of some other human medical horror from Solomon and starts to worry…

It's a vicious cycle indeed… But at least he's getting a lot of medical training. Soon enough he'll be the Devildom's version of a human vet (which I guess is just a doctor, come to think of it. 🤔)

Asmodeus

Lives so "here-and-now" that he doesn't remember often, but when he does it's always heartbreaking…

Asmo usually tries to worry about things as little as possible. It’s bad for the skin, you know? But when the MC is involved, all of that goes out the window.

Like how a delicate blossom eventually wilts in the snow, the MC is bound to leave them in time… Usually there's supposed to be something beautiful in that kind of tragedy, but perhaps he's just too close to them to find any romance in it.

The thought of their death gives him breakouts and anytime they get hurt or sick he's the first brother to offer them comfort. Every time.

Because he doesn't feel like he's as physically strong as he brothers, he tries to make up for it by minding their health in other ways. Anything to keep his MC strong and beautiful as always!

If Asmo is in a worrying mood, then he may also compensate by trying to take the MC out to a party or some fun event. Why sit around worrying by himself when he could be making memories with them now, right?

Beelzebub

It comes in waves, mostly at night.

When your thoughts throughout the day are mostly, "I wish I wasn't so hungry," it doesn't afford you a lot of time to think about much else.

In a way, it's a good thing since he experiences a lot less stress. But those worries are still there and they mostly plague his dreams…

Beel doesn’t feel hungry when he's sleeping, so a lot of his fears will make themselves known overnight. An injured or dying MC is often in his rotation of nightmares though, of course, he'd rather it not be…

After having one of these dreams, his first instinct is to always make sure the MC is okay. If they're with him, he'll hug them and check their heartbeat. If they're somewhere else, he'll go to them or shoot a text.

He has woken up without realizing his nightmare was all a dream though, and usually it's up to Belphie or MC themselves to console him while he cries… It's so heartbreaking, sweet boy just puts a lot of pressure on himself to be sure they're safe…

When he worries, it's like they're the most beautiful and expensive China set in a room full of bulls and hammers. If he could tape them to his side, he probably would. He gets scared for them that much…

Belphegor

More scared about it than anyone else in the House.

Despite his calm demeanor, Belphie is truly afraid of losing his loved ones beneath the surface… He's already lost one of his most dear siblings before, going through that again may just break him.

Unfortunately, he's also felt just how fragile the MC is firsthand... He's not even the strongest of his brothers, yet he was able to snuff them out so easily… Who's to say someone else won't try?

Like Beel, MC's death is a recurring nightmare for him but he can usually shake off his dreams fairly well, if not change them mid-sleep. More scary is when something is actually wrong with them or they're not feeling well.

Belphie always sets his inner laziness aside for the MC when he can. If they get sick, he'll usually be right along with his family to take care of them - even if he has to skip school to do so (not that he cares about class anyway).

When he's worrying about them, he tries to play it off at first, but soon enough they'll notice him acting overly concerned and losing sleep… Best to calm him down before he starts getting cranky.

#obey me #obey me shall we date #shall-we-date-obey-me #obey me lucifer #obey me mammon #obey me leviathan #obey me satan #obey me asmodeus #obey me beelzebub #obey me belphegor #obey me headcanons

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moemoemammon · 3 years ago

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may i request hcs for a poly mc?

Poly!MC with the Demon Brothers!

(GN!MC as always✌️)

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Lucifer

He will never get over the fact that he's got to share you with his annoying ass brothers. But as the most patient(?) of the seven, he's learned to compromise

And by 'compromise' I mean literally making a schedule for how much time everyone gets with you, to avoid unnecessary fights. They all get you for an entire day, on a respective day of the week in chronological order. (Lucifer on Sunday, Mammon Monday, etc)

Though... we all know he abuses the system by making excuses like "MC, I need you in my office for a moment. I'd like to discuss your grades." and "Come with me for a moment, MC. I'd like you to explain something to me."

Basically he fools everyone by making it sound like you're in trouble, when he literally just wants to hang out with you some more. Maybe he can convince you that all you really need is him..? Jk he respects your decision even if it eats him alive because why his brothers of all people-

"As much as I don't understand your choice, I've lived with those six long enough to know how to deal with them. That being said... I also know how to keep them at bay. We'll have plenty of time to ourselves, hm?"

Mammon

The only brother that can see through Lucifer's ruse, but he can't say anything about it because... come on, it's Lucifer we're talking about.

But that's not stopping him from arguing about that dumb schedule! Why's he got to wait until MONDAY, which is a SCHOOL DAY, just to hang out with you?? Why does he have to go second when he was your FIRST???

Keeps trying to convince you to skip classes with him so you can sneak away and spend the day together. Nobody's got to know, okay?

The whole once-a-week thing teaches Mammon the importance of time management, so he's making the most of the time he's got when you're all his. He's taking you on all sorts of dates and there's no way he'll take no for an answer, got it??

"Oi! What did I tell ya about makin' those goo goo eyes at Levi, huh?! Only look at ME like that, understand? Just you wait, I'll take ya on a date so great, you'll only be able to think about THE Great Mammon! ....Huh? Y-yeah, I want ya to hold my hand."

Levi

Tuesday has officially become his favorite day, for reasons that have nothing to do with the upcoming Ruri-chan themed maid cafe event going on soon-

Tuesday's actually used to be his raid days, when he’d get online with his rpg buddies and do dungeon runs until dawn. But now? He's sacrificed all of that just so he can take the time to enjoy being with you

He may not know much about traditional dating, but don't underestimate the power of an otaku with centuries of dating sim knowledge under his belt-! He'll show you so much moe, your head will pop!!

Just be patient with him, okay? He's seriously trying to be romantic here, even if the thought of holding your hand is enough to make his palms sweaty. But he's not passing up an entire day filled with MC-! Not even his inferiority complex will get in his way!

"Eheheh... I've spent all night coming up with the perfect plan of action! First! We're going to have a TSL marathon of all your favorite episodes! Second! We'll speedrun that game you wanted to play, because I bought it! Third! We'll make a TSL-themed dinner to enjoy in my room! Then, we- ..Huh? What do you mean there won't be enough time? S-seriously?!"

Satan

Wednesday... well, that's right in the middle of the week, so it gives him plenty of time to carefully plan what he wants to do with you when it's his turn to have you. (He also does everything in his power to ruin Lucifer's dates oop-)

We all know Satan's gonna write a whole ass dating journal filled with all sorts of romantic ideas he wants to try out on you.

It's a literal date planner, and he's got things meticulously scheduled just to ensure he makes the most out of your day. You'll have to tell him that you prefer to go with the flow, or he might get a little overzealous-

But having a chance to settle down and realize that it's alright to relax once in a while is a relief. He can't help but feel annoyed when he sees you with the others, and it makes him want to cram even more of himself into your thoughts, so a breather is definitely needed.

"You know, I've been reading more books of the romance genre lately, and it's been giving me ideas for how to spend my time with you. I know you said I shouldn't take live advice from a novel, but... when I read the stories, I can't help but picture the two of us. Shall we read some of them together?"

Asmo

Thursday?? Why couldn't he have a weekend??? Everyone knows there's nothing fun happening on a Thursday night... That being said, Asmo has to get creative!

He's no stranger to improvised romance, so this boy pulls out all the stops and always delivers?? Somehow???? He can plan the perfect date in under thirty minutes-

And the time away from you makes him realize that he actually has to consider the depth of those dates. He finds he's not satisfied with cheap, devilgrammable dates anymore. He wants substance!

So he's taken to staying home with you, carefully and quietly getting to know you, and sharing himself with you. He loves it best when the date leaves him craving more and thinking of nothing but your smile. He hopes you can say the same, too.

"...Aaand that's how you do a cross stitch! Levi taught me that one, and it's saved my life a dozen times! It was a great idea that we should make matching wallets, huh? I'm just FULL of ideas like that! Go ahead and praise me all you want~!❤️"

Beel

Madame Screams does a discount on their sweets every other Friday, when they rotate their stock. He couldn't be happier! Though, he’d be fine with any day of the week tbh-

That doesn't mean he doesn't value his time with you, though. It being close to the weekend means he gets to stay up late with you, the two of you sneaking into the kitchen at night to smuggle away a mountain of snacks

Or he'll take you out into the mountains for a picnic, hoping the view of the surrounding scenery and your face will curb his appetite.

He couldn't be happier to have you for an entire day. A whole day, where hunger is just an afterthought and all he cares about is making you laugh... It makes him happy. He's starting to love Fridays even more now.

"Are you sure you're not tired? We've been hiking for a while....Here, hop on my back. I don't mind it. It's nice when I get to be close to you like this....Hm? My face is red? I think it's the heat.. maybe."

Belphie

Saturday, huh? Perfect. He preps for the weekend by sleeping as much as possible on Friday, so he can stay up all Saturday with you.

And when night falls? That's when his plan really comes into play. He spends the entire day doing the things you want to do, making sure you're thoroughly worn out so when it's time for bed, he has no problem coaxing you into bed with him.

And he's exhausted at that point so once he wraps his arms around you and falls asleep, there's no escape. The longer you're stuck there, the less time he spends glaring at Lucifer for stealing you on Monday.

But really.. the highlight of it all is the big, goofy grin on your face when he watches you indulge in the things you love. Even if it might not be his cup of tea, he's just happy that you're happy. And if he can keep you away from Lucifer, it's a win win.

"If you keep smiling like that, it'll make it even harder to give you away tomorrow. But you know.. we could just run away for a day or two. We could go camping somewhere, and stare up at the stars all night long. It'll be our secret."

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cerebrumrott · 4 years ago

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Obey Me! Shall we Date?

Brothers x MC

Synopsis: Reaction to one of the other brothers insulting you

Lucifer

It had started out as a nice evening for once. Though of course that would never last with his brothers. Levi was at Mammon's throat all through dinner over some dumb figurine he was missing.

The argument quickly escalated into a full on screaming match, just as Lucifer was about to tell them both to shut up or take their pissing contest else where. You had chimed in asking them rather politely not to fight at the table.

Leviathan on his war path didn't stop to think before insults were thrown your way. "Shut up you worthless human and stay out of it for once!" Levi had snapped.

Everyone almost leapt out of their chairs in fear when Lucifer's fist loudly collided with the table silencing the room. "Leviathan you will apologize and go to your room." Lucifer said clearly a command and not a suggestion.

Levi now scared and embarrassed muttered a rushed apology to you before scampering away his tail literally tucked between his legs as he had been so startled by Lucifer's intervention that he had poofed into his demon form.

Once dinner was over Lucifer pulled you aside to ask if you were okay. With reassurance from you that you are indeed fine and didn't take anything that was said to heart he can go about his night without worry.

Mammon

It had been a rather stressful day for everyone in the house. Tensions were high and it resulted in Mammon acting as the punching bag for his younger siblings. Not that he really minded in all honesty as he knew they were just letting off steam and didn't mean anything they said.

Asmodeus was currently laying into him as the two sat in the living room. Mammon admittedly antagonizing Asmodeus into saying some particularly mean things as he just played stupid further annoying his little brother.

You had been an innocent bystander, sitting on the other side of the room just watching the whole spectacle before you whilst working on a school project. Mammon had something particularly weird in response to one of Asmo's outbursts which had pulled a small laugh out of you.

Though that had been enough for Asmodeus to turn his frustration on you in that moment. "Shut up you ugly bitch!" Asmodeus snapped but as soon as the words left his mouth the regret seeped into his features.

Mammon was far past playing now as he rose from his seat glaring down at Asmodeus. "Apologize Asmodeus." Mammon nearly shouted. Asmodeus was taking far too long for Mammon's taste to apologize and it was quickly angering him to the point he could feel his teeth grinding together.

Asmodeus quickly apologized to you after seeing how serious Mammon was before excusing himself. You weren't so much as hurt by the words as you were just taken aback by the sudden turn on you.

Mammon none the less joined you were you were sitting practically draping himself over you as he pulled you into his arms. "Don't worry MC the great Mammon is here there is no need to cry." "I'm not crying-" "Shhhh, it's okay." He would loudly hush you while smiling feeling better when he hears you laugh again.

Leviathan

He was sitting with you in your bedroom. Excitedly explaining the plot to this new game that was coming out and how it ties into the tv show it was based off of. Though Mammon who had been pacing around the room sulking was getting rather sick of Leviathan's consumption of your attention.

Mammon short on patience snaps at his brother urging to him to just shut up and get lost. Before Leviathan could retort for himself you had leapt to his defense.

"So what you are just as big of a loser as he is now?!" Mammon scoffed though the panic in his eyes was evident when he saw how upset Leviathan was at insulting his henry.

Leviathan literally hissed in anger at his brother as his tail lashed out behind him Demon form in full swing as he positioned himself between you and the idiot now backing up with his hands raised.

"N-Now Levi lets think about thi-" "Apologize and get out!" Leviathan roared his fangs bared to his idiot of a brother.

Mammon sputtered out an apology over his shoulder as he ran out of the room slamming the door behind him as Levi turned back to you. He spends the next ten minutes making sure you are okay.

"Levi I promise I'm fine." "Are you sure?" "I'm sure." "Are you sure you're sure?" "Levi please..."

Satan

Satan had been sorting through his collection in the library when you joined him. One thing led to another and now the two of you were working on using one of the spare bookshelves to turn it into your own little reading nook where Satan could put books he wanted you to read and you could easily browse your way through them.

Things were going swimmingly if Satan had to say so himself. He was happily chattering about books he thought you would like and was even more excited when you suggested a few for him to read himself.

The two of you so engrossed in the world you had formed between the two of you had forgotten that Belphegor was attempting to nap on the couch.

Satan had handed you a book and was beaming down at you as you exclaimed excitedly starting to explain how this was one of your childhood favorites when Belphegor yelled out in frustration.

The rage in Belphegor was painfully clear to Satan as his younger brother sat up suddenly glaring at the two of you with irritation.

"MC Do you not know when to shut your damned mouth!" Belphegor snapped as he stood to leave in a fury. Though he hadn't taken more than a few steps when Satan's roar made him turn back in fear.

Satan was unable to hold himself back as he flew forward tackling his younger brother to the ground his weight driving the air from Belphegor's lungs. The two wrestled for a moment both now in their Demon forms lashing out at each other, Belphegor attempting to throw Satan off of him by kicking out and scratching him with his thorn laced tail. This did nothing more than anger Satan further as he screamed pulling back his arm to punch Belphegor right in his face.

Satan was a half a second from caving Belphegor's head in when he felt you throw yourself on him arms wrapped around his neck as you asked him to stop.

He hesitated a moment as he listened to your pleas. Belphegor used this opportunity to squirm out from under Satan bolting from the room with a speed that was unlike the avatar of sloth. Satan would have laughed had he not still been boiling inside.

Rather than chase down his brother he instead turned to you holding you against his chest as he took many, many deep breaths until finally the calm returned to him and he could look down at you without seeing red.

"Thank you for standing up for me but please don't murder the others for me." "Not even a little?"

Asmodeus

Asmodeus had acted on instinct as he felt his arm snap out from his side his hand cracking across his brothers face. Even when his brother turned to look at him with a devastated look he couldn't help the anger seeping from him.

Asmo had spent the morning with you helping to assemble a new wardrobe for you with outfits more suited to devildom weather. Seeing as much of the clothing in majolish was designed with demon physic in mind, you had grown a bit timid in some of your choices.

Asmodeus was having none of that, wanting to show you how beautiful you are insisted on a mini fashion show in his room.

You had been loving it so far. Asmo taking special time to pull you in front of his full size mirror and point out all the best parts of you and your clothes. He was also quite enjoying the snuggling and cuddling between outfit changes.

You were trying on your last outfit, one you had been openly against initially due to its sheer fabric and open back. While in the bathroom changing, Asmo took the time to fold up your purchases slipping in a few shirts of his own for you to add to your collection that he thought you would like.

When Mammon let himself in...

The second oldest threw the door open striding in going on about something about Asmo hoarding you all to himself just as you stepped out from the bathroom shyly showing off your new shirt.

Before Asmo could throw Mammon out by the scruff he turned to look at you and snorted upon seeing what you were wearing.

"MC, How can you let Asmo do that to you? Don't you feel stupid dressed up like some old geezer?" Mammon teased not at all seeing the effect it had on you. Asmo could feel his heart clench as he saw your face fall.

"You don't like it?" "I mean MC you look like one of the pirate people from the movies you had us watching." Mammon laughed as Asmo stepped forward glaring up at him

"That's enough out of you, get out." Asmo snapped motioning towards the door as mammon gave him a confused expression

"So you can let MC walk around looking stupid? I don-" Mammon wasn't able to finish his sentence as Asmo's arm snapped out slapping Mammon across the face.

The impact sounded much worse than it truly was as Mammon stared down at his younger brother in surprise.

"Don't you dare say such things to MC when you dress like a total slob half the time! They will be taking no mind to the words of a fool like you!" Asmodeus all but growled as he grabbed Mammon by the collar of his shirt and tossed him out of his room.

Asmodeus was absolutely fuming as he walked back to you pulling you into his arms and snuggling you against him.

"Don't you listen to a single word that come out of that idiots mouth do you hear me? He wouldn't know a thing about beauty if it hit him upside the head." "You did just slap him Asmo." "My point exactly! He still couldn't see how dazzling you look!"

Beelzebub

The two of you had been cooking dinner in the kitchen. Really it was Beel's turn to cook but he couldn't be trusted not to just eat it all before serving it so you were on babysitting duty.

Even though it wasn't your turn to do anything you still insisted on helping Beelzebub with chopping and prepping things while he took care of the more labor intensive tasks.

Whilst working Asmodeus had made his way into the kitchen to get himself something to drink. You had yet to notice him as you were too focused on kneading dough to realize the brother was walking behind you. It was only when you suddenly whipped around with a handful of dough and splattered the avatar of lust across the chest that you realized your mistake.

The shriek that came out of Asmodeus startled Beel from his own work turning back just in time to see the anger flash across his older brother's face seeing his shirt was ruined.

"MC why is it that you can never do the simplest of things right?! Are you stupid!?" Asmodeus had snapped letting his anger over take his thoughts. Too busy trying to clean his shirt he didn't notice the tears welling in your eyes, but Beelzebub did.

"Asmo, you know it was an accident so apologize for yelling at them." Beel said sternly coming over to look down on his older brother.

"I think not! Look at the state of my shirt!" Asmo huffed only now glancing up to see you wiping the tears from your eyes with the corner of your apron.

"Asmodeus, Say your sorry." Beel urged as Asmodeus pouted pulling you into his arms.

"I'm sorry MC I lost my temper and I didn't mean it." Asmo apologized and Beel beamed down at the two of you happy that you two had made up.

"Group hug!" Beelzebub announced as he was already wrapping his arms around the two of you and squeezing

Belphegor

Belphie had decided that today was going to be a day just for the two of you. With enough snacks and drinks hoarded up in the attic to keep even Beelzebub sated. He stole you away early in the morning content to snooze the day away with you at his side.

It was nearing mid day when Belphegor was roused from his nap. He was still curled into your side as he opened his eyes seeing you trying to have a whispered conversation with Lucifer who was looming over the bed with a sour expression.

"Seriously MC now is not the time to be wasting about when you have work to be doing. Now get up and stop being so lazy, You think you would know better than to-" Lucifer ranted his voice slowly raising in timber as he grew more heated.

Belphegor felt his own temper flare just from hearing Lucifer's voice but then knowing he was harassing you sent it over the edge. Belphegor couldn't help the growl that started in his throat his demon form appearing before he himself could register it.

Without rising from the bed he felt the thorns on his tail bristle as he wrapped it around you barricading you from his older brother.

"Go away..." Belphegor grumbled glaring up at Lucifer through his bangs. Clearly not wanting to deal with Belphegor's attitude Lucifer simply sneered and strode off making a few remarks as he left though Belphegor ignored them preferring to you you down into his arms.

"Ignore him he doesn't know anything..." Belphegor yawned tucking your head under his chin. He could feel the dwindling tension in your shoulders as he pulled you close. Rubbing his hand in circles on your back he felt the unease slowly slip from you before he himself slipped into sleep.

He admits he may be over reacting with this next part but Lucifer's already poor sleep may be just take a nose dive with the ideas he was cooking up.

#Obey me #obey me shall we date #obey me lucifer #obey me mammon #obey me leviathan #obey me satan #obey me asmodeus #obey me beelzebub #obey me belphegor #obey me x mc #obey me imagines #obey me x reader #obey me one master to rule them all #Is it super obvious to any one else this was written over the span of like three days lmao

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books-and-catears · 4 years ago

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Okay so I've been thinking of writing this for a while now. (Spoiler alert for chapter 16-20)

After MC is brought back to life, everyone approaches them as Lilith. And everyone seems to be all over them as if they weren't just almost killed by Belphie.

So MC feels uncomfortable over this whole thing. Not only do they feel like a replacement for Lilith but they can't even tell anyone about the trauma of almost dying cause they are demons, they can't possibly sympathize with human fragility. Well maybe one of them can.

The only brother who didn't know Lilith firsthand. The only brother who has spent centuries studying humans and reading all about their emotions.

Satan.

Tags: Angst, Hurt, Comfort

Only You

GN! Reader X Satan

"Ah MC...It seems you have only a week more left in Devildom." Lucifer announced in the middle of breakfast.

Everyone paused and stared blankly. Even Beel stopped chewing and put down his sandwich. You smiled, "Ah I was guessing it might be. Thank you for confirming, Lucifer."

One more week and then you could stop pretending to be okay. One more week of being Lilith. One more week of holding in your trauma. You smiled at the thought of being free of it all.

Everyone around looked dejected. Mammon was the first to break the silence, "Oi! You both are kidding right?!" Lucifer shook his head sternly.

"Ah how unfair! It seems only yesterday we met MC!" Asmo piped in.

"B-but we have so many animes left to finish in our watchlist, MC! And so many games we're still waiting for release!" Levi whined.

"So we can not have MC's cooking anymore?" Beel asked sadly.

"I barely got enough time with them! And you all are complaining?!" Belphie said, annoyed.

Satan was still silent. You looked at him only to find him staring right at you. You blush and look down, picking at your food. No matter how many times he did that, you still couldn't get used to it.

"You must have missed home a lot MC. Happy to go back?" Satan asked softly into your ear. You nodded slightly.

Then you felt your chest tighten. You did want to leave but that would mean no more Satan. You wanted to open up to him. If there was anyone among the brother's who could understand you - it was him.

After breakfast was over you stopped everyone before they left for class.

"Um..since it's my last week here, I have a request on how I want to spend it." You announced. All the brothers nodded and stared attentively.

"I will spend one whole day with each of you individually. And the order will be Beel, Belphie, Lucifer, Mammon, Levi, Asmo and Satan. Is everyone okay with this?"

Everyone shared confused glances at the sudden statement but obliged never the less.

The rest of the week flashed by and soon it was your last day. Satan's day.

You woke up early that day, already prepping his parting gift. A bookmark made of dried flowers, with two petals on top shaped like cat ears, inside your favourite book from the human world.

"MC? Are you awake?" Satan called out, after knocking on the door.

You were still dressed in your flimsy pajamas but who cares? You ever going to leave tomorrow anyway. You put on some cat ears and called out, "Come in Satan!"

"Good morning MC, I think you'll like what I've planned for-" Satan stopped in mid speech. His eyes widening at the attire that did a fine job of wrapping around your body seductively.

"Good morning...sorry I was too busy to freshen up haha.." You apologize. "Wait for me here, it'll only take me a few minutes."

Satan nodded, hiding his blush behind his golden locks falling all over his cheeks as he lowered his head. You sighed. How was he so beautiful early morning?

Satan held out his arm like the gentleman he was as you prepared to leave for your date. "Take my arm, MC. We have lots of places to be."

You chuckled and did as told. "I can hardly wait."

You spent the day as if you were in a Romance novel. Cat Cafe, the bookstore, walking in the park watching the setting sun, holding hands. Satan really knew the ways to your heart.

After the sun set, you returned to the house of Lamentation.

"Would you like to come to my room later? We could read your favourite book together one last time before you leave?" Satan requested, his fingers still interlocked with yours.

"Yes..." You nodded, "I was going to ask you the same..."

"I'll be waiting." Satan said, walking you to your room and reluctantly letting go.

After dinner when everyone was asleep, you sneaked into his room. He was wide awake, waiting. He was sitting in his bed in only his black t-shirt and jeans, reading a book. The room was dark with only candles providing enough light to read. He looked up when you called for him softly.

"Satan I'm here...sorry for making you wait.." You said sheepishly.

His eyes lit up and he held out his hand for you to take. "Come sit with me."

You joined him on the bed. He swiftly put an arm around you, holding you snug against him. You could smell his scent and feel his breath on your cheek.

"I got something for you. It's not much but.." You handed Satan your gift.

"A gift? For me?" Satan saw the cover of the book and flipped to where the bookmark was. "That's... beautiful. Thank you MC I can't believe you'd- wait what's this?"

He fished out a long strip of stray paper in the middle of the pages beside the bookmark.

You remembered what it was and tried to snatch it away. How did this even get in there?! What the hell?! "IT'S NOTHING!", You scream

Satan smirked as he held it beyond your reach and started reading it. "A poem for Satan? That doesn't seem like nothing MC."

You tried getting up to gain better access to snatch the paper from him. "DON'T READ IT I SWEAR IT'S NOT SOMETHING SERIOUS. I WAS JUST BEING SILLY!"

Satan tightened his grip on your waist and started reading it out loud to your utter humiliation. You struggled in his grip, gave up and hid your face instead. He stopped midway.

"You read it to me." He demanded.

"Like hell I will!" You rebutted.

"Please." He splayed out his fingers on your back holding you close. His locks tickling your nose.

"N-no. It's embarrassing. I can't-" You started but he looked so dejected you gave in. "Fine but you have to look away from me."

Satan swiftly turned his face away and nodded. You cleared your throat nervously and started.

"Dear blonde boy with the sea in his eyes,

I'll be gone soon, so I'm done with the lies,

I've liked you for a long long time,

But it's too late to impose now, so I guess it's fine?"

"You see me for me, like I see you for you,

Everyone else, they just put me in her shoes,

But these shoes don't fit, they're not mine

And I'm sick of having to toe this line."

"But with you, I'm better, I'm more like myself,

And I can't thank you enough for all your help,

For your kindness, smiles and touch,

You always save me when it gets too much."

You stop. The next part of the poem feels like oversharing. Maybe you should have talked to him about this first. He squeezes your arm, asking you to continue.

"Satan I should explain this-"

"I know. I've known this for a while. But I want to hear this first please continue."

Shakily, you continued.

"I feel his fingers on my throat, unforgiving and unkind,

Help it's getting dark...am I going blind?

I let out a tiny scream with whatever voice I have left,

You're the only one here who didn't turn deaf."

"So replace his touch with yours, with your fingers so gentle and nice,

Hold me, warm me, I feel as cold as ice,

I wish I was a kitten, in your care,

You may be full of wrath, but I was never scared."

"But I'll be gone soon, I don't want to return,

But for you my bookworm, my heart will yearn,

Blonde boy with eyes of sea,

One last time, will you kiss me?"

You had barely finished when Satan spun around and cupped your face. He peppered some kisses on your lips, going upto your ear. He nipped at your earlobe and you let out a soft gasp. His face felt warm and flushed.

He placed his head against yours and sighed. "I can't get enough of you. How do I hold myself back when you're showering me with this much love and that too so beautifully?"

He wrapped his arms around you protectively. You instinctively buried your face in his chest and put your arms around his torso.

"You don't need to hold back..." You whisper.

Satan stiffens. "MC, you don't know what you're asking for."

You hold him tighter, lifting your head you place kisses on his jaw and nibble on his shoulder. "I know."

"Then I won't hold back any longer" He says, slowly pushing you down against his pillows.

He reached down and removed your slippers off your feet. "A part of me suspected you might feel this way. But you're not Lilith. You never will be and you don't have to pretend to be. You're MC. And that's all you need to be."

You looked away, outside at the moon. "Tell me honestly...if I didn't have Lilith's bloodline, would you all care the same way?"

Satan held your chin and turned your face towards him. He may never have been an angel but awash in this silvery moonlight, he certainly looked like one.

"Remember when I told you how much I hated being a part of Lucifer? And you told me that I'm my own person. You told me there was more to me than my wrath."

"Of course." You reached out to hold his face. "You're the smartest demon I know. And your love for cats and literature is unparalleled."

"Well then you're the only human who has swayed my heart. The human so strong and capable enough to bring a semblance for harmony to a dysfunctional family of demons." He smiled gently, running his fingers in your hair.

You felt warm inside. Atleast there was someone who liked you for you. You were so happy you could cry.

"As for what Belphie did, I made sure you never really alone with him." Satan said, now intertwining his fingers with yours. You give him a questioning glance.

"Remember the book of defense spells I gave you? I cast one on you whenever he's in the vicinity. It will render him useless if he dare attack you." He said, matter of factly.

"You knew...? But I never told anyone." You said, confused.

"I know. You held it in for our sake didn't you? You repressed it so much. I can't imagine what kind of hurt you went through." Satan's fingers tightened around yours.

"But one night, you fell asleep in the library. I went to put a blanket on you when I heard you mumbling for help. You kept saying it hurts and you can't breathe. And then you said Belphie's name and asked him to stop hurting you."

"I was so furious I rushed straight to the twins room. I was going to yank Belphie out of bed and renact what he did to you. But Beel woke up and stopped me. I told everyone in the morning before Belphie woke up. You've never been alone with Belphie ever since. One of us always stayed nearby."

You listened in utter shock. "You...you were protecting me all this time?"

Satan nodded, "Well I can't take all the credit. My brother's helped too. But just know that you're not a replacement for Lilith. And Belphie's an ass who doesn't know how to apologize. I'm sorry you had to go through that alone. I know it's your last night here, MC... so I'll make this one worth remembering."

You smiled and pulled Satan towards you for a kiss. "I'm glad I saved the best for last."

#obey me satan x reader #obey me smut #obey me headcannon #obey me game #obey me fanfiction #obey me oneshot #obey me satan #obey me angst #obey me fluff #obey me mammon #obey me imagine #obey me beel #obey me lucifer #obey me asmo #obey me belphie #obey me levi

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joonie-beanie · 4 years ago

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The OM! Boys + doing body shots with you

This ended up WAYYYY longer than I intended (basically a fic bullet pointed), but OH WELL. It was fun to do! Thanks for the suggestion, anon.

w/fem MC

To be fair--this is all Solomon’s fault

Well, not entirely. Mammon and Asmo had been the two to convince the group of demons, humans, and angel (singular) to go out drinking.

(Barbatos had offered to give Luke a baking lesson that night, so it proved to be the perfect opportunity--making it far easier to convince Simeon to come along).

The drunken shenanigans can all be blamed on Mammon and Asmo.

But Solomon is the one who brings up the possibility of doing a body shot.

With you.

And because you’re already tipsy, and in the mood to have fun, you say why not.

This is how you end up laid out on the bar counter--holding a lime in between your lips as Solomon rolls up the hem of your tank top and grabs a bottle of tequila.

It’s not until the sorcerer is already leaning down to do the shot that the demon brothers notice the scene.

However, they’re so stunned by what they’re witnessing that all they can do is watch--their eyes following Solomon as he licks a small patch of salt above your navel, sucks the alcohol from your belly-button, and then moves up to take the lime from between your lips--a devilish grin on his face as he does so.

The brothers are unsure if they should be mad, or turned on, but one things for sure--

“Me next!”

Mammon bounds forward, his face red. From alcohol, embarrassment, or both you’re unsure.

Blinking, you turn your head to the side, and realize that all of the sudden, you have a line of demons waiting to get their turn at a body shot.

“Oh my god,” you throw an arm across your face, feeling a little warmer than before. You had not anticipated this outcome, and now you’re a little flustered.

You laugh. “You all seriously want to do a body shot??”

You pointedly look towards Satan, Levi, and Lucifer--in disbelief to see them crowded around you. After all, they hardly seem the type and yet--

“If you’re offering, we’re drinking,” Satan responds, brushing his hair away from his forehead. His eyes flash excitedly--playful grin on his face--and you’re suddenly wondering if allowing Solomon to use you for a body shot was the right decision.

Solomon is one thing, but 7 hot demon brothers whom you’re quite fond of getting up close and personal with you?? You may actually combust.

“You know what--,” you sit up and snatch the bottle of tequila from Solomon’s hand, taking a long swig. The alcohol burns your throat, but it feels heavenly--washing away your current nerves.

Now determined, you lay back down on the bar and hand the bottle back to Solomon. “Pour a shot, wizard boy.”

He laughs, but nonetheless accepts his role as drink pourer--once again filling your navel with alcohol as Mammon steps up to you.

His tongue darts out to lick his lips as he stares at you, and you grin.

“Nervous?”

“W-What?? Me?? Nervous??” He scoffs and huffs, and denies your question--only shutting up when Solomon sprinkles a bit of salt on your torso. Now, the set up is complete.

Coughing, Mammon takes a deep breath (mentally prepping himself, how adorable), and then leans down. His tongue drags against your skin--lips suctioning against your belly button, and then his face hovers above yours. He hesitates in taking the lime, so you press upward--your lips briefly touching as you attempt to transfer him the slice of fruit.

Mammon immediately freezes, and you half expect him to jump away in shock. Instead, his eyes darken and his hands lift to grip your head--likely to pull you in and fully kiss you. However, just as his fingers skim your cheeks, he’s suddenly yanked away--the lime being pulled from between your lips.

“H-Hey!” Mammon protests, but Beelzebub has already stepped into the batters box, and any of the second oldest demon’s complaints go unheard.

It’s clear by the look in Beels’ eyes that he’s very excited for this (and honestly, you’re already aware of his oral fixation, so it doesn’t surprise you).

As Solomon pours yet another shot, Beel takes the liberty of grabbing the salt. Rather than keeping it in one area, he sprinkles the crystals in a long line across your torso.

“Okay?” he asks, gently placing a new slice of lime between your lips. You nod, your heart fluttering a little. You can tell that he’s hungry.

With your permission, Beel tilts downward and flattens his tongue against your abdomen. He works slowly--and you’re almost certain that he’s determined to taste you along with the salt.

“Mm!” you squeal when you feel his canines scrape against your skin--teeth threatening to sink in.

“Beel,” Belphie sighs from somewhere nearby, and the Avatar of Gluttony giggles.

“Sorry, couldn’t help it.”

He finally moves to drink (what’s remaining) of the shot from your navel, and then leans over you--taking the lime from between your lips. He pulls back with a satisfied smile--his cheeks a little pink, and you try and convince your heart that it needs to stop beating so damn fast.

“Me next~,” Asmo hums, stepping up. Once again, Solomon pours a shot. Asmo grabs the salt, but unlike the others, opts to put it below your navel--taking the liberty to inch your pants down in order to do so.

You shoot him a warning look, and he feigns hurt.

“What? I only moved them a little!” He pouts, and you sigh, waving your hand. He takes that as the go ahead, and giggles happily.

Leaning down, he presses a hand to your hip and then drags his tongue across your skin. Quickly after, he takes the shot--his fingers dragging up the damp skin of your stomach to rest against your waist as he moves to meet your lips.

Asmo is purposefully slow in retrieving the lime--giving your naked waist a little squeeze before he finally retreats, humming to himself merrily.

You take a second to breathe--just now realizing what exactly you’ve gotten yourself into--when Belphegor steps up beside you.

There’s a playful glint in his eye.

“I want to do mine a different way,” he says, reaching for your wrist. He helps you sit up--your legs swigging to dangle off the front of the bar, and you blink at him in confusion.

“Differently?”

“Give me a shot in a glass,” Belphie comments offhandedly to Solomon. As the sorcerer complies, the Avatar of Sloth takes a dash of salt, and rubs it near your collarbone.

Before you get a chance to ask what he’s planning, he lifts a lime slice to your lips. You take it, still watching in confusion as Belphie grabs the tequila filled shot glass from Solomon.

Smiling cheekily, he motions to your chest and then the shot glass.

“Would you mind...?” he trails off, making a squishing motion with his free hand, and you feel your face heat up.

“Really?”

“Really,” he responds, grin widening, and you huff, but nonetheless raise your hands--pressing your tits together around the shot glass once Belphie has placed it.

Mammon instantly is throwing a fuss in the background, complaining about how “I DIDN’T KNOW WE COULD DO IT THAT WAY!”

“Then use your brain a little, dumbass,” Belphie responds with a snort, and then leans in laps his tongue against your skin. Once again, you resist the urge to shiver--the skin near your neck far more sensitive then that your stomach (and you’re almost positive that Belphie is aware of this).

A moment later, Belphie wraps his lips around the shot glass and jerks his head back--his hand lifting to pull the glass from his mouth. Once his mouth his free, he leans in steals the lime from between your lips.

“Thanks,” he comments happily. You rolls your eyes at him, but pause when the next brother steps up.

Levi already looks like he’s morphing into a tomato as he stares at you (or, more specifically, your chest). There’s a mixture of excitement and embarrassment in his eyes, and you decide to help him out a little.

“Here,” you say, sprinkling a little salt on your collar bone, and then grabbing the shot from Solomon. You pass it along to Levi, flashing him a reassuring smile as you press your breasts together slightly.

“Will you place it?”

Levi nods whilst licking his lips, and does as asked. Soon enough, you’re ready for him to begin. It takes him a second to work up the courage, but he ultimately leans in--tongue licking against your skin in a quick swipe that has you jumping at the sensitivity.

If Levi notices, it doesn’t stop him. He briskly secures his mouth around the shot glass and leans back--his body shivering uncomfortably as the alcohol burns his throat. Releasing a pained breath, he hesitates a moment before leaning in and snatching the lime from your lips.

“Wow, never thought I’d see the day,” Belphie comments from somewhere in the background, and you’re sure if Levi could get any redder, he would.

“Yo,” Satan greets with a delighted smile as he steps up to your side. You laugh, rolling your eyes a little.

“C’mon, let’s get this over with so I can rinse all of this sticky liquor off of me.”

“Don’t sound so excited,” he comments sarcastically, which makes you giggle. Soon enough, another lime is between your lips, with more salt sprinkled against your skin.

“Ah, I didn’t even ask if you wanted it this way,” you realize, mumbling around the fruit slice. Satan’s eyes sparkle--watching your chest a little too closely as you press your tits around freshly filled shot glass.

“Oh this is perfectly alright with me.”

You debate kicking him, but don’t get the chance. Satan has already leaned down--his tongue flattening against your skin. You gasp when he nips at the previously salt-covered flesh, but the sound only makes Satan laugh.

Not going to push his luck, he’s quick to down the shot and take the lime from your lips--still all smiles as he turns away.

Now...

“I can’t believe you’re doing this,” you comment to Lucifer as he steps up--last in line. Mirth dances in his crimson eyes.

“When in Rome, do as the Romans do.”

“When in hell, do as hellboy does,” you respond. Huh, maybe that swig from earlier is finally getting to you?

Lucifer chuckles, taking the refilled shot glass from Solomon. Per normal, you press your chest around the glass--opening your mouth as well when Lucifer grabs a slice of lime.

However--

Rather than place some salt against your collarbone, Lucifer rubs it just below your jaw. Your eyes widen, because did this bastard really just purposely rub salt against one of the most sensitive spots on your neck?--but you’re helpless to stop him.

The Avatar of Pride leans in--cocking his head to the side as his mouth presses against your throat. Almost immediately your body writhes--goosebumps rising on your skin as he slowly laps the salt from your neck.

You feel him chuckle against your flesh, and you seriously debate kicking him where it hurts. Luckily, he doesn’t linger much longer.

Lucifer moves to take the shot from between your breasts--tugging it out with his mouth, but using his gloved hand to grip the glass as he drinks it.

“Delicious,” he whispers just before taking the lime from between your lips, and this time you do reach out--punching him in the arm. Lucifer only laughs, knowing that he likely deserves it.

BONUS

“Simeon, do you want to try?” Solomon asks over his shoulder, looking at the angel as Lucifer steps away.

Simeon is already red in the face, his eyes darting to the side nervously at the idea.

“I’m afraid if I indulge, and Micheal every finds out, then I’ll never live this down...”

“Lets just do a shot together then!” you comment, overhearing. You flash Simeon a good natured smile, and at the compromise, he smiles as well.

“I would love that.”

Solomon (apparently now a bartender), pours you both a shot. To make it a little more interesting, you hold your arm up, and the angel gets what you’re going for.

The two of you clink your glasses together before locking your elbows and throwing it back. Simeon downs the liquor without issue, and honestly you’re amazed. For someone who won’t do a body shot, it’s obvious he isn’t unfamiliar to having done shots before.

Well, that’s finally over, you think to yourself, leaning back against the bar, but all of the sudden an all-too-familiar voice rings out as the door to the bar bursts open.

“I thought I heard you all in here!” Diavolo comments, making his way inside. “It sure sounds like you’re all having fun! What are you up to?”

“We did body shots off Y/N,” Solomon comments before the demon brothers can think of anything to say aside from the truth.

The demon prince pauses for half a second (and everyone worries that they’ll be scolded for their actions), before he laughs once more.

“Sounds fun! I would like to join in, if it’s alright!”

“Sir, I don’t--,” Lucifer begins wearily, but you interrupt. A horribly amazing idea pops into your head.

“Can I do a body shot off of you, Lord Diavolo?”

As everyone in the room gawks at you, the demon prince nods his head.

“Sure! I don’t see why not!”

Less than a minute later, Lord Diavolo himself is leaned back on the bar--perfectly sculpted abs revealed to your eyes as he unfolds his shirt and displays his navel.

You take the liberty of preparing the shot and salt, and Diavolo places the lime between his own lips.

You seriously cannot believe that this actually fucking happening.

“Ready?” he mumbles around the fruit, and you nod--leaning in. You lick the salt from his abs, quickly slurp up the shot, and then retrieve the lime from between his teeth.

“An interesting human drinking tradition!” he remarks while sitting himself up, and you reach for your glass of water, knowing that this moment will inflate your ego for the rest of your life.

#sorry I reposted this real quick bc the cut didn't work right on the ask and I couldn't fix it #obey me #obey me swd #obey me shall we date #om!#obey me headcanons #obey me hc #solomon #lucifer #mammon #levi #leviathan #satan #asmodeus #asmo #beel #beelzebub #belphie #belphegor

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chucklegigglechortlesnort · 4 years ago

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Domestic Headcanons for the Obey Me! Demon Bros

bc these thoughts plague me and i need to get them out somehow-

Mammon sings in the shower

He thinks no one can hear him

however, everyone, in fact, is able to hear him

No one says anything though because his voice is actually amazing???

like duh they were all once angels, of course they’re all amazing singers

You definitely hear every one of them singing or humming a little tune every now and then

Beel has a super deep singing voice

that shit rumbles and it’s honestly hard not to be lulled by his voice

he sings belphie to sleep

they low key (but not really) fight over who gets to sit next to you for movie nights

mammon is always quick to use his “I’m her first man” excuse, but that get’s old really quick

Lucifer and Satan are hella condescending about it and absolutely roast him

“Mammon, I didn’t know MC mattered to you so much”

“N-NO! Why would I care about some dumb human?”

“Well, if you don’t care about MC then you wouldn’t mind if they sit by me tonight?”

“HEY WAIT-”

It’s too late, he’s talked himself into a corner

“Why does it have to be one of you? Let MC pick who they sit next to” - Levi, in a huffy tone

“Levi~ are you sure you not saying that because you want MC to yourself? Can’t say that I blame you, they’re just so nice to hold don’t you think?” - Asmo

Chaos ensues

Eventually Beel just calmly walks over to you, hoists you up from wherever you’re sitting and plops you on top of his lap, Belphie snoozing not too far away

He wakes up only to snuggle into your chest and then he’s out like a light

Beel loves to cook with you, but Satan makes a better cooking partner

Sorry Beel

He just ends up eating too much of the food

Satan is surprisingly lax in the kitchen, as long as you don’t get in his way too much

He’s definitely picky about how certain foods are prepared.

If you’re not chopping something to the right size, he’s quick to reach around you and guide your movements

does this subconsciously and doesn’t seem to understand the romantic implications of it

(he totally does, he just has an excellent poker face from thousands of years of practice)

rolls up the sleeves of his sweater to make sure they don’t get in the way of food prep

the sight itself is something to drool over, let alone the lovely aroma coming from the stove

Lucifer works really late into the night and sometimes forgets to sleep at all

I mean we all know this but more often than not he tries to get at least four hours of sleep a night but sometimes he just... forgets

so the mighty Avatar of Pride isn’t perfect after all hA

ok but bring him tea

He usually prefers to make it himself, but if you bring it to him in the middle of the night his heart melts, just a little

tells you to go tf to sleep but is actually really grateful

but as soon as you shut the door he has the s o f t e s t expression

It’s not often that he’s the one on the receiving end of care so it’s nice, even if your tea is a bit on the watery side

self care nights with Asmo

SELF. CARE. NIGHTS. WITH. ASMO.

Has literally every skincare product known to all three realms

but only the best of the best when it comes to the both of you

there’s a plethora of delicious but health conscious snacks to choose from, and some cheesy drama playing in the back ground that neither of you are paying attention to

Asmo loves giving you makeovers to get a rise out of his brothers

but he also loves the way you can’t stop looking at yourself in the mirror when he’s finished

Wants you to love yourself as much as he loves himself you

Levi swims in his fish tank when he’s upset

and just whenever he wants to in general really, but there’s something about being in water that makes him feel calm

...

Wants you to join him but he’s hella nervous about it

When he finally works up the nerve his face is beet red and he nearly runs away before you can answer

>is super confident when he’s in his element

He moves through the water so gracefully it’s hard not to fall into a trance watching him swim

notices you staring and it’s such a boost to his ego omf

definitely makes like he’s about to get out and when you reach out to help him he yanks your dumb ass in with him

your DDD is ruined and Lucifer is mad but in Levi’s mind it was all worth it, even if he got in trouble and is mildly embarrassed about it

Mammon is super receptive to affection when he’s tired

he fell asleep on you once when the both of you were hanging out in your room and woke up to the feeling of you running your hands through his hair

he’s so groggy he can’t find it in himself to muster up the tsundere act

he just nuzzles deeper into your hand

if Belphie finds you napping he is 10/10 times going to join you

You’re not “safe” napping alone anywhere that isn’t your room

he doesn’t want his brother’s disturbing you and he himself doesn’t want to disturb you

so he just cuddles up next to you

at first this was especially shocking, not only to you but to the brothers as well but it soon became such an often occurrence that everyone stopped questioning it

partly because Belphie would never answer any questions, opting to just nonchalantly shuffle away

honestly it happens so often and you’ve grown so used to it that it’s more of a shock when you wake up and he isn’t there

is oddly protective of you

has a sixth sense whenever you’re in danger and will straight up materialize to scare away the threat by looming over them with his intimidating aura

asmo does everyone’s nails

you think lucifer has the time to do his own nails??

or that beel would be able to concentrate long enough to finish his second hand with out wanting a snack??

or that belphie would waste hours he could spend napping waiting for nail polish to dry??

asmo takes it upon himself to do their nails for them

the only other person who does it themselves is Levi, who paints his nails while binging long running shonen anime that only requires a part of his attention

they use gel nail polish so it dries quicker and doesn’t chip as easily

you’ve never had a better nail salon experience than at Asmodeous’s at Home Beauty Parlor

He does the hand massage and everything, but only for you

He’s had millennia to practice his craft so if course you’ll be getting the best of the best with asmo

Satan is a closet weeb

now LISTEN- l i s t e n

he probably stumbled across one of levi‘s TSL collection and decided to investigate and was immediately enthralled by the plot and the amazing artwork they held

now he regularly checks out manga from the library and pre pre-orders new upcoming series that catch his eye

his favorited genre is romance, but he also gravitates to magical girl series

make no mistake tho, if you find out somehow, he will have to kill you

please give them affection, none of them are used to it and once you start being casually affectionate with them they’re hooked almost immediately

Obv some are less receptive at first than others - satan, belphie, luci - but that’s okay just give them time

Asmo and Beel are the most comfy with affection and are willing to initiate majority of the time

Asmo always has an arm linked with yours whenever he’s next to you, at the least. He likes to hug you from behind and rest his chin on your shoulder so he can nuzzle into your neck to tickle you

Beel will casually pick you up for hugs, and hold you in his arms to make you safe. he also likes to hold your hand just ‘cause

Levi and Mammon want in on the action once they see beel an asmo being so touchy with you, but are definitely in denial about it for like, a week before they give in and stop being so wussy about it

mammon likes to throw an arm around your shoulders just so others stay away, bc you’re HIS human ofc. also likes it when you play with his hair as previously stated.

Levi is a little more shy about it, but loves it when you link pinkies or choose to sit next to him at the dining table and link ankles with him. He’s also hella smug when you lean on him but is also a blushing mess.

Satan, Luci, and Belphie (for obvious reasons) take the longest to warm up to affection. Satan is the first of the three to warm up to it - he loves reading with you cuddled up beside him. not necessarily on him, but with your sides pressed together as you each read your own book or whatever it is you’re doing while he reads

belphie is next, before lucifer surprisingly. this is kinda when he starts joining you for naps and you’re kinda too scared to question it. also seeks you out to use your thighs as a pillow bc they’re the softest

Luci’s heart kinda melts when he sees you being so close with his brothers. His affection is typically head pats that are more him gently and barely combing his fingers through your hair and tucking it behind your ear

In short i love them all more than words

#obey me!#obey me! one master to rule them all #obey me satan #obey me lucifer #obey me mammon #obey me levi #obey me beel #obey me belphie #obey me asmodeus #obey me x reader #sfw #obey me imagines

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theaspers · 4 years ago

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sappy love songs for the romantics ✨

thank u for participating in my scientific research that was honestly just me looking for new songs to listen and write very corny and very lame fics to hehe

— that’s where it is | mammon

his grip around your wrist is tight as he tugs you along. he’s too fast, way too fast for you, but you’re way too high on adrenaline and the way his loud laugh rings and melds with yours to care. you can’t feel anything but a swelling happiness inside you, so much so that it almost hurts, and the sting of the cold devildom night air as it rushes against your cheeks.

“mammon!” you yell, between laughter and gasps for air, “this is all your fault!”

and it is. always getting into trouble, always dragging you along with him somehow. curfew is creeping close and when you get back, lucifer will probably be ready with an earful but there’s not a single part of you that cares at the moment.

“hey!” he counters over the pounding of both your footsteps, “you were there too!”

you laugh again, “shut up! now hurry, before they catch up!”

he comes to a grinding halt, grin mischievous as you stumble into him with a loud cry of pain. before you can complain, he leans over to press his lips against yours. when he pulls away, there’s a glint in his eyes that’s captivating.

he beams as he tangles his fingers with yours and starts back up again, “i’m not gonna come back for you if you fall behind so you better hurry up!”

— can i have this dance | diavolo

this is the third time, you think, and it doesn’t seem like diavolo’s keen on stopping any time soon. one of your hands is still clasped gently in his, the other resting on his arm. his hold around you is steady, and there’s a twinkle in his eyes that’s even brighter than the blinding golden lights of the ballroom. it is indulgence in its finest definition, the future king of the devildom against gilded decor and bright reds and pink petals of roses with eyes only for you.

by now, the murmur of the crowds have returned, a constant thrumming over the smooth music that’s playing but you hear none of it. he’s been whispering charming little secrets into your ears, voice low and soft, silly observations about his guests, his plans for later on in the night. it’s exhilarating, the happiness that fills you is unlike no other.

“they’re all talking about you,” he tells you, grinning, pride lacing his voice.

you laugh as he guides you into a sweeping motion, footsteps fluid as he does, “i think they’re talking about you.”

when he pulls you close again, you return his grin, “but i don’t blame them.”

— can’t help falling in love (light version) // state of grace | simeon

when you see finally see simeon again, everything stops.

the time, your breath, the tiniest specks of dust suspends. the loud trumpets, the rushing winds, the fanfare comes to a still. there is only you and him and a rush of overwhelming emotions that crashes over you.

there’s a knot in your throat, painful and difficult to swallow around, a stinging in your eyes but the tears never come. seeing him - looking as wonderful as ever, resplendent in all his golden glory, the breathless beauty that you remembered him to be - is cathartic. laughter leaves your lips slowly, quietly, as you fumble, stumble your way into his embrace. his steps are as clumsy as you are feeling.

everything comes rushing back as soon as he draws you close, a non-violent violent crashing of bodies and limbs and emotions long pushed away. and it’s good. his embrace, the way his arms wrap around you. his laughter, pleasant like the ringing of chimes in the wind. his steady heartbeat, beating at the same pace as yours. the words spilling out of his mouth, of reassurance and comfort and love. nothing could be better.

— it’s not living if it’s not with you | leviathan

he looks.

always for you, always to you.

he’s lying on his back on his floor, eyes following the curls and waves of blue that spills across his room, fingers thrumming against his abdomen. even now, his attention is all on you.

your rapt attention is on your phone, watching something that he’d recommended. you’re close. close enough that he can feel your warmth against his side. if he just reached over, he would be able to-

he can’t even finish the thought before his face burns.

he gives into the urge and yells out loud and you jerk in surprise, a small yelp leaving your lips.

“what’s wrong?” you ask, eyebrows furrowed.

a lot of things, he wants to say, like how nice you look in this light and how your laughter has snuck under his skin and he saves them for moments you’re not around and how he just likes having you around. but even thinking about those things has him flustered and on the cusp of shutting down so he just launches into a rant about the show he has you watching instead.

— white blood | beel

beel doesn’t make it all go away.

it has nothing to do with him. everything about him is big - himself, his appetite, his emotions, his love. encompassing, engulfing. it helps, even if he does not realise it. but the exhaustion is bone-deep and too heavy for that - the weight of the worlds, endless thoughts that do not tire as they run in your mind, things you need to do and the things you have yet to do and the things you want to do.

it would be easy to slip away unnoticed, you think. to dissipate into the hustle and bustle of dinner prep, the hiss and sizzle and crackle of steam and oil and fire, beel’s occasional murmuring as he worked over a huge pot of dinner. nothing’s shaking off the biting coldness that you’ve been feeling, not even the usually welcoming warmth of the kitchen.

but he turns to you, eyes twinkling in anticipation, holding out a spoonful of the meal he’s been working on for the past hour and it’s grounding.

he doesn’t make it all go away, but that’s okay.

— just wanna be with you | demon brothers

this is nothing if not the epitome of unbreakable bonds: the brothers all sitting around you, chatting and laughing about mundane things over take-out. no one says anything about the dinner attempts that’s staining the kitchen counters, or at the bottom of a burnt pan or splattered over the walls. not even lucifer. no one says anything about your impending departure either, but it’s a gray cloud hanging over the room that’s easy enough to ignore over levi and mammon’s bickering.

there’s a softness around everyone’s eyes, a lightness about them that you’ve only just noticed - for just this moment, everyone is content. longing curls around your heart, squeezing lightly. oh how you wished you could save this moment, keep it close. it’s between a chorus of laughter that the thought comes to you - there’s nowhere else you would rather be.

— symphony | lucifer

lucifer’s hummed midway through a song you’ve been singing under your breath for the past week before it clicks. it’s an odd little tune, and along with it comes an odd little thought: when was the last time he felt this free?

but it isn’t just him. even now, as he stops to think, you’re everywhere. in the squabbling between mammon and asmo, in the music that’s echoing throughout the house, in the low hum of the kitchen appliances. the house is no longer so quiet, so tense. it is one of the undeniable traces, proof, of the lives you’ve somehow managed to change in the short amount of time you’ve been here. levi’s and satan’s and beel’s and belphie’s and his.

he leans back and sighs but does not stop the small smile from curling on his lips. he’s never been too fond of anything too loud but this. he could live with.

— adore you | asmo

a downright shame that it’s always dark in the devildom, you think, because asmo looks good in the setting sun. loud and beautiful against pink and purple and reds, the best shades, the perfect shades for him. you just can’t look away.

he’s leaning against you, comfortable. he’s talking about something that happened to him in the past, smooth voice carried away by the cool evening winds. one of his pinkies is still curled around yours and cradled close. his laughter is a siren’s song. addictive. and it’s. how do you even explain how you’re feeling in this moment?

your icecream is melting, and your palm already feels sticky, and you should probably just throw it out. but instead, you lean over to press your lips against his, bursts of strawberry and lemon, tacky and soft.

#obey me #obey me swd #obey me imagines #obey me x reader

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cynergy-laughter · 4 years ago

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Obey Me! One Master to Rule Them All! Fanfic #3

Garlic Tomato Bisque

(MC x Levi) (MC x Lucifer) (fluff, comedy) (mild language?) [inspired by one of the boys’ D.D.D. Chats where Lucifer was sick]

By: @cynergy-laughter

Word Count: 4,187

You really liked Lucifer, besides all the drama that happened between you two, he was a very sweet, dependable, charming guy. A bit of a sadist yes, but adoring. But now, you hear that Lucifer was sick, in bed, so that’s why he wasn’t at breakfast right now.

“Pfftt Hahahaha! Lucifer is sick?! Oh my gosh, this is too rich!” Mammon chuckles over his food.

“But Lucifer never gets sick, I don’t even think he’s had a cough.” Asmo said, frowning. “I guess there’s a first time for everything…”

“Just knowing that our brother, our eldest brother, is so vulnerable right now… it… shakes me…” Satan said, balling up his fist.

“Yeah, with mirth. You and Mammon are probably the ones taking the most joy in seeing Lucifer suffer…” Belphegor pointed out, “Not that it isn’t interesting to see our brother in such a state… interesting and worrying.”

“And on top of that, Beel is standing guard over Lucifer, it’s both adorable, and sad… to have the second youngest brother protect you… it’s entertaining all on its own.” Mammon snickered as he kept on eating his breakfast.

“Mammon, let’s not forget, Beel works out because of how much he eats, he could twist you into a pretzel and eat you if he wanted to.” You pointed out, making Mammon gulp a bit while Asmo straight up laughed.

“Ahahaha! Chalk one up for [MC]!” He giggled. “But Lucifer’s lucky we’re having a weekend off, otherwise he’d have to miss student council meetings.”

“Well, I’m gonna be playing my game if anyone needs me, which I doubt.” Leviathan said, finishing his breakfast, and getting up.

“Uh-uh-uh, Levi, you are on dishwashing duty this morning.” Satan reiterated. “Dishes, then you can go up to your room.” Earning a groan from Levi.

Soon, everyone finished breakfast, while Asmo and Satan went to go and deliver the leftovers to Beel standing in front of Lucifer’s bedroom door.

But while you were heading back to your room, you couldn’t help but think about Lucifer sick in bed. You wanted to do something for him, and then an idea occurred to you. You headed for the kitchen where Levi was still washing dishes and you looked in the fridge.

“Beel, shouldn’t you be watching over Lucifer’s room? Oh, [MC], it’s you… you come to laugh at my failed attempt to get out from doing the dishes?” Levi said, turning around.

“No, I was just seeing what we have, I was gonna make something for Lucifer for lunch.” You say.

“What? You do know Lucifer is sick, right… like if it’s a cold strong enough for someone like him to catch, you might catch something stronger if you catch it…” Levi tried to warn you.

“Well, he’s not gonna be visited by anyone if everyone is so scared of catching it… I wanna help him feel better.” You say, “I’m thinking about making him soup… but I know it won’t be enough…”

“Well… I heard that Beel’s gonna be taste testing anything that is for Lucifer.” Levi said.

“Yeah, I figured I would make Beel some too…” you trailed off and then you got an idea… “My grandmother’s famous garlic tomato bisque, and a patty melt, with 3 cheeses…” you say with a smile.

Levi blinked. “Patty melt?”

“It’s like a hamburger, but make it grilled cheese style…” you explain.

“Oh… oh wow… that sounds pretty good actually…” Levi said, “something that sounds so normie… sounds delicious.”

“Do you know if Lucifer has any allergies, or does he not like beef?” You asked, excited.

“Umm, not that I know of… I’ve seen him eating steak before…” Levi thought about it. “I think…”

“Close enough! I’m gonna make him and Beel a get-well lunch they will never forget!” You say clenching your fists. You then turn to Levi who seemed to be sneaking away. “Levi! I need your help. Would you come shopping for the ingredients with me?”

“W-What?! Why me? I have streams to do today!” Levi leaned back a bit because you were so close to him.

“Please? I really need your help, I’ll owe you some game time, it’s been a while since we did a livestream together.” You say, you held your hands together pleadingly. “If you help me, I’ll make you your own patty melt too…” now you tried bargaining.

Levi blinked. “W-What? You think I would wanna try one of your weird meat grilled cheeses? Just how old do you think I am?” Levi grumbled, folding his arms and turning his head away from you.

You frowned and sighed. “Okay… I understand… I guess I can ask Belphie or Asmo if they want to go food shopping…” you said as you turned to go and find Belphie or Asmo, when you were suddenly stopped by an exasperation from behind you.

“W-Wait! Gosh, don’t you know a dramatic pause when you see it? U-Umm… Will I get to be the first one to try one of your patty melts?” Levi blushed a bit as he crossed his arms and looked down.

You gave a small smile and held his hands, looking into his eyes. “I promise you’ll have the first melt I make.”

Levi blushes more as he was sharing this tender… normie… moment with you. He pulled his hands away in a huff. “Well, I guess I can spare some time and get to gaming later tonight… but next time, you’re gonna be helping me with a video game release livestream.”

“Deal! Alright, let’s get ready to get shopping to get ready to cook!” You say triumphantly as you grabbed Levi’s hand and rushed out the door with him.

-One Grocery Shopping Montage Later-

You spent a good amount of time shopping for the ingredients, you were happy that Levi had agreed to help you, you weren’t sure how helpful Asmo would have been, but you also knew that Belphie would have slumped down and took a nap while you began cooking. But there was a reason why you wanted someone to really help, and why Levi would be perfect for this.

“I also need a witness, a documenter of sorts.” You said as you put the groceries down on the counter.

“A documenter?” Levi rose an eyebrow.

“Well, this morning, Mammon and Satan were talking pretty mercilessly about Lucifer… I don’t know about Satan, but I wouldn’t put it past Mammon to try and sabotage this and make Lucifer more sick…” You explained.

“Well, in the group chat, Satan was talking about a book about poisons for demons…” Levi said, “So, I wouldn’t put it past either of them…”

“Now that you put it that way, I definitely need you to be my witness. I’m counting on you, Lord of Shadows,” you said, smiling to Levi.

Levi blushes and smiles, “You can count on me, Henry!” He said, clenching his fist, “I’ll go get my camcorder!” He said, heading on upstairs.

You smile as you took out one of your notebooks, and you flipped to a page that had your grandmother’s garlic tomato bisque recipe in. You learned your cooking directly from your grandmother on your father’s side, and she had helped you to keep her recipes alive. She always used to say that her ancestor’s cooking was like a love letter, it had a beautiful presentation, and was full of emotion in every part from beginning to end. You just hoped you could translate the recipe well without her this time. Suddenly, you jumped a bit, feeling a hand around your waist, and someone was pulling you in close.

“What’cha reading? Grandma’s Garlic Tomato Bisque?” Mammon read over your shoulder to which you closed the book.

“Mammon! Don’t do that!” You held your notebook over your chest.

“Heh, sorry, so, what’s all this? You making lunch or something?” Mammon asked, picking up some of the ingredients.

“As a matter of fact… yes, I thought about it, and I wanna make everyone lunch.” You say, “I’m making Patty Melts and my Grandma’s Garlic Tomato Bisque.” He said.

“Patty Melt?” Mammon asked, leaning on the counter, “Excuse me for living but what is that?”

“Picture a hamburger cooked like grilled cheese.” Levi said from the doorway of the kitchen, holding his camcorder.

“Oh? Well then, can’t wait to try it. You will let me know when it’s ready? You know, cause I am your first guy.” Mammon said, trying to get a rise out of Levi.

“Actually, I promised Levi he would be the one to have my first patty melt.” You said, earning a smirk from Levi, and a stunned look from Mammon.

“Ha! Now I don’t regret doing the dishes.” Levi smirked.

“No! No! I asked you to switch dishwashing shifts with me, I demand we switch back!” Mammon growled. “It should be me in your position!”

“You don’t get to change the game when it’s convenient for you! And plus, I got [MC] owing me a hangout day~. So that’s what you get for pawning off your duties!” Levi smirked back.

“Levi… the camcorder?” You ask as Levi set the camcorder up and pressed record on it as he continued the insult match with Mammon.

You sigh and shake your head as you began to start your cooking, starting with the forming and seasoning of the burger patties, making sure they were shaped like ovals so they would fit on the wide bread slices you had. All while you were cooking, you felt someone watching you, and felt someone’s warmth behind you, which you figured out was one of the other brothers, but you were too busy focusing on the patties that you didn’t acknowledge whomst was behind you.

“... And that’s why your feet stink!” Levi fired at Mammon. “They stink so bad, you got a Venus fly trap hacking!”

“Oh those are fightin’ words, your feet stink so bad, when you take your shoes off, the flies die!” Mammon growled as he got into Levi’s face.

“Could you two take your stinky feet somewhere else? [MC]’s trying to cook.” Satan said calmly as he was standing right behind you as you worked on prepping the soup.

“O-Oh… right, sorry [MC]…” Mammon said as he began to leave the kitchen.

“Oh! I’m sorry, Satan…” Levi shied away, following Mammon out the kitchen.

It only took a few seconds before the footsteps came rushing back into the kitchen.

“SATAN?!?!” Both Mammon and Levi shouted in unison.

“You two really are idiots. Letting [MC] cook all by themself while you’re having a little insult fest.” Satan said, smirking, trying not to laugh as he had almost got them to leave.

“You’re the one just standing behind [MC] just watching them cook!” Mammon growled.

Levi realized that they were in the presence of the last two people they wanted in the kitchen right now, so he had to be diligent. “Y-yeah! If you’re gonna be in the kitchen, you’re gonna have to do something to help with lunch.”

“Like saying how badly both of your feet stink?” Satan turned to them crossing his arms.

“THEY DON’T STINK!!” Both Mammon and Levi shouted again. It was at this point of your cooking that you had enough, you hadn’t even started on the bisque yet, and the three of them were standing around having a quarrel.

“ALL OF YOU!” You shout, causing them to turn their attention to you. “I’m already done shaping and seasoning the patties, and I need to start making the soup, if none of you are going to help me, then I need you all to leave the kitchen.”

Mammon, Levi and Satan looked taken aback, they didn’t see this side of MC before.

“Well, I wanna help, what do you want me to do?” Levi asked, walking up to you.

“H-Hey, I wanna help too!” Mammon followed Levi.

“... You know, if you didn’t make a pact with anyone here, you probably would have been in danger of getting hurt…” Satan began, “But… I guess we aren’t earning your cooking if we didn’t help… So you’re making tomato bisque? That’s pretty ambitious, especially for a house of seven.”

“Well, this is my grandma’s recipe, and I wanted to give a lunch that warms the heart as well as your mouth.” You said, softening your smile as you recruited two more brothers to help cook. “I wanna keep my family’s recipes alive.”

“Ah… that is noble of you. Well, I can start chopping the vegetables.” Satan said, smiling.

“Yeah, I’ll start cutting the cheese for the patty melts.” Levi said.

“Umm, I can start buttering the bread, and cook the patties!” Mammon said as the boys started getting everything ready.

It warmed your heart to see that you all were working together. You felt like the head chef, supervising the next three eldest brothers after Lucifer, and you all came together to show how you made the garlic tomato bisque. Eventually, you cooked the patties and started to make them melts.

“Thank you all so much for this… I really do appreciate your help, by the way, Mammon, Satan? Could you go and tell Belphie and Asmo that lunch will be ready shortly?” You asked.

“Why can’t Levi do it?” Mammon asked.

“Because I’m trusting you with this task, Mammon. And you too, Satan.” You replied, smiling.

“Understood, come on.” Satan said, walking out of the kitchen, with Mammon.

You smile and look at Levi. “Thank you so much, I think they were pretty behaved, but check the footage, just to be safe.”

“Of course. Oh, and don’t forget that the first melt and soup bowl is mine.” Levi mentioned as he began to play it back.

You kept your eye on Levi’s patty melt, not wanting to flip it too late or too soon. And at the first flip over, it was a delightfully toasted brown. “Yes!”

Levi smiles as he saw the joy on your face, but then as he played back the video, he noticed you had only made 7 patties… it should have been 8… were you not gonna make one for yourself?

“Oh Levi, here you go, fresh and a perfect toasted brown and cut in half, I hope you like it.” You say, handing him his sandwich and the bowl of garlic tomato bisque.

“Oh wow, it looks so good… thank you, [MC]!” Levi said, closing the camcorder. “And you’re in luck, I didn’t see any sabotaging, but maybe taste the bisque before you try it…”

“Oh right…” you said as you went over to the bisque and tasted it, and you got transported back to when you were sick in bed, and your grandma made you this soup. It made you fall asleep easier, and helped you feel better the next day. You remembered going down to grandma’s kitchen and giving her the biggest hug, cause you felt the best you had felt in your life.

“Hey… [MC]? What’s wrong?” Levi asked, lowering his head to meet your eyes, which he grew misty.

“H-Huh? O-Oh nothing… It just… tastes just like how grandma made it…” you shook your head and wiped your eyes.

“Well, now I’m sold and I haven’t even eaten yet.” Levi smiles, “By the way, how are you going to get past Beel with those sandwiches? He’s eating anything that comes in for Lucifer…”

“Well, I’m gonna cook Lucifer’s and Beel’s at the same time, but then, I’ll cut them both in half, and swap out one of the halves for another. So Lucifer can have some of Beel’s, Beel can have some of Lucifer’s, and They’ll both still have a whole sandwich.” You explained. “And I can show the footage to Beel to back it up.”

Levi blinked, surprised that you thought it through. “It’s pretty scary that you are this thorough… I don’t think even Satan is that thorough…”

You blush and chuckle. “Well, go and eat, everyone will be down soon.” You say, nodding as you shoo Levi off. Eventually, one by one you cooked the patties and grilled cheese’d them, and served them with bisque to brothers who also came down. Soon, you made the last two at the same time, cooking them side by side while the camcorder recorded you. You finally made a beautiful presentation, two halves of each sandwich indicated by ornate toothpicks, two colored red, and two colored orange surrounding but not touching the bowl of garlic tomato bisque. You put it on a tray and made your way up toward Lucifer’s room, where Beel stood guard.

“Oh, [MC]. How are… what is that?” Beelzebub said, giving you a smile, but then it dropped into longing. You swear you could hear his stomach growling.

“Oh, I made everyone lunch, and I made one for you and Lucifer.” You explained. “Four cheese patty melt with garlic tomato bisque, and water with lemon slices because… hydration.” You listed, giving a smile

“... You do know I gotta eat both because of Mammon and Satan. Right?” Beel asked, frowning with an eyebrow raised.

“Well, not necessarily, I cut the sandwiches in half, and swapped the left halves, the soup was made in the same pot and I tasted it. I have recorded footage as well. And even though Mammon and Satan helped, Levi and I made sure that nothing wrong happened.” You say.

Beel blinks, and took one of the plates offered to him and began to eat the sandwiches, he nodded impressed, and then dipped a half of the sandwich into the soup and his eyes widened in joy. “I need more of this soup… and this… patty melt… it’s like grilled cheeseburger… [MC]... I didn’t know you could cook this good…”

You blush as you saw Beel enjoying it so much. Suddenly, Beel opened the door. “Lucifer, [MC] made you lunch, you’ve gotta try it!” He said into the room.

“... Send him in.” Was all you heard.

“Go on in, I’m gonna see if there’s more.” Beel said, running off excitedly to the kitchen.

“There’s more soup, but there’s no more… beef…” you called out but stopped halfway because Beel was already gone. You went into Lucifer’s room, closing the door behind you.

“[MC]... what’s this I heard about you making food?” Lucifer asked from his bed in his dimly lit room, he sounded like he was suffering. He had never had a cold before, and it must have come as a shock.

“Oh, I wanted to help you feel better, so I made you a patty melt, which is basically a grilled cheese-burger, and some of my grandma’s garlic tomato bisque. She made me this when I was younger whenever I felt sick. And I always felt better after.” You said, sitting down on the bed next to Lucifer.

“Oh… I appreciate it, but I heard that Mammon and Satan helped you make it… I hope you understand…” Lucifer said, solemnly.

“Well, I served everyone else before serving you, and I don’t think Mammon and Satan would have eaten something they sabotaged.” You explained. “Please? I’ve been worried about you all day ever since I heard you were sick this morning…”

Lucifer looked at you and his face softened. “Well, if you insist that nothing’s wrong… it does smell good… although I’m not a fan of greasy food…”

“Don’t worry, the grease adds flavor to the bread, here…” you gave Lucifer a fork and knife, to which he started laughing.

“You know me so well.” Lucifer said, smiling, as he took the utensils and began to cut into it.

“You just strike me as the kind of person to eat everything with a fork and knife, you’re not exactly a hands-on eater… oh, and if you want, try dipping the bites you cut into the bisque.”

“... Well maybe I’ll try them separately first before marrying them.” Lucifer said as he was given a spoon as well and began to eat his soup. “Ooh… and you said this was your grandmother’s recipe? Your grandmother knows her flavors, this is delicious!”

“Oh good, I’m glad you like it…” you sighed in relief.

“I don’t like it, I love it…” Lucifer said, smiling at you, “Your grandmother would be very proud of you...”

You blush as you start to feel pretty warm yourself, it felt like Lucifer was holding your hand, or holding you close even though he continued to eat.

After Lucifer has finished his food and his water, he smiled at you, and slightly sniffles.

“Thank you for such a delicious lunch, [MC]. And thank you for such great company… didn’t you make some for yourself?” Lucifer asked, tilting his head.

“Oh you’re welcome! And no, I had a taste of the bisque, and I think that Beel might have eaten the rest of the soup… I’m just glad that you all had yours.” You say, shaking your head.

“I see… I suggest you eat as well, after all, you made us all lunch, you should enjoy your cooking as well.” Lucifer said, holding your hand. “You deserve yours.”

You blush and smile. “I will, don’t worry… now get some rest, and give me a message if you need anything else, okay?”

“Of course, I hope I feel better fast.” Lucifer said, but before you left, you went over and gave him a kiss on his forehead before leaving his room. Lucifer was blushing now, “Heh… I hope I feel better for your sake…” he said after you had already left.

You came out of the bathroom a few minutes after leaving Lucifer’s room to wash your hands, and your lips. Levi was right, you didn’t want to catch the Common Cold 2.0: The Sequel. You smile as you walk back down to the kitchen, and pull out your D.D.D. You were about to call for delivery when you went to the kitchen and you heard;

“Surprise!” The other brothers said as you gasp and almost drop your D.D.D. Mammon was holding up another patty melt while Levi held a bowl of what looked to be fresh garlic tomato bisque.

“W-Wha? What is this?” You ask, going up to them, not sure what to say.

“Well, Beel went Gaga for your soup, and he finished it off.” Belphie said as he pat Beel’s back as Beel blushed and rubbed the back of his head sheepishly.

“I’m sorry, it was so good…” Beel said, biting his lip.

“And Levi noticed that you didn’t make a patty for yourself, so, he naturally told us, and we decided to go and get the ingredients to make YOU your lunch to us~.” Asmo winked.

“I-I just thought it wasn’t fair for you to make us lunch and not get your own lunch to enjoy…” Levi blushes a bit, looking down.

“You left your notebook in the kitchen so we kind of looked through it… sorry for snooping around your things… but we made you some fresh bisque as well.” Satan said, smiling.

“I hope this is up to your standards, and I hope we did your grandmother’s recipe proud…” Mammon said.

“Yeah, even though Mammon suggested we make this and make a market out of it.” Belphie smirked at Mammon.

You didn’t even hear what Mammon said to that because you were touched that the brothers had come together to make lunch for you. You smile sweetly and took the dishes from the brothers, set them down on the kitchen island and gave them all a hug.

“Thank you, all of you. You don’t know how much this means to me… thank you all so much! Especially you, for all of your help today, Levi…” you said, giving Levi a kiss on his cheek.

“Wha-WhoooOOOOAAA!! What was that for?!” Levi blushed madly.

“H-Hey! Why did Levi get a kiss?!” Mammon’s eyes widened and bared his teeth.

“Cause no one wants to kiss you, scummy Mammon~.” Asmo teased.

“No one asked you Fifty Shades of Pink!” Mammon growled. “And everyone wants a piece of The Great Mammon!”

“Yes, especially those three witches you still owe a debt to.” Satan smirks.

“You know what Satan, I’m getting sick and tired of your mouth, you always got something smart to say!” Mammon stepped up to Satan.

“Well someone has to cut through the idiocy that comes out of your mouth.” Satan crossed his arms.

Belphie snuck your food to you from behind their fussing. “You’d better eat while Beel doesn’t try to grab it.” He said, winking at you.

You smile and head to your seat in the dining hall, and you chuckle as heard them fighting as you are carefully.

“You know what?! I don’t need to take this from someone whose feet stink!” You heard Mammon throw out.

“What does that have to do with anything, Mammon?” Beel asked.

“My feet don’t stink!” Satan growls. “And that statement is irrelevant to the topic at hand, and is proving my point!”

You chuckle a bit louder as you try to calm yourself down to continue eating. “Oh I love it here… Never a dull moment with these brothers…

#obey me #one master to rule them all #obey me main character #obey me leviathan #leviathan x mc #obey me lucifer #lucifer x mc #obey me mammon #obey me satan #obey me asmodeus #obey me beelzebub #obey me belphegor #sick!lucifer #fluff fic #non tickles #comedy

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obeymeprompts · 5 years ago

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Hello! I was wondering how the boys would react on having MC falling asleep on their shoulder/lap all of a sudden? I need me some good fluff

t.Oh! I need some fluff myself too!

Lucifer

You fell asleep on the Avatar of Pride’s shoulder while helping him organize the Student Council yearly documents. You had been separating the papers in different piles since lunchtime and the room’s natural lighting was no longer enough, but neither of you two had decided to turn on the lights yet. The ambience in the common room of the House of Lamentation was perfectly comforting and dreamlike so you decided to pause the task just a bit to appreciate it.

...That was when you started napping with your head on Lucifer’s cloaked shoulder. Upon noticing that, he didn’t wake you up-- but didn’t cuddle to you either. Focused on whatever task he had at hand like always, Lucifer could only silently enjoy the moment while pretending he didn’t notice you sleep.

Bonus: you woke up to nearly all the work done, but Lucifer was no longer there. He didn’t need to tell you, but it felt like it was your responsability to sort out the last few papers for sleeping in such an inappropriate time!

Mammon

Know that one casino Mammon said humans shouldn’t be wandering around in? Well, when you became closer friends, he actually changed idea and brought you there as a lucky charm. Truth be told, Mammon is a good player and you had a fair share of fun and wins while sneaking out that day -- but you are still a human and while the Avatar of Greed’s thirst for money kept him up, your lids started to feel heavy from so much drinking and partying.

Last thing you remembered was “just closing your eyes a bit” from so much lights in the casino while he played another round of 21. Luckily enough, your sleeping body felt against Mammon’s and not backwards. At first, he tought of waking you up, but such an adorable vision could end up being a rare one so after finishing the round, he sloppily carried you to a couch somewhere else.

Bonus: you woke up to a mumbling, blushed Mammon saying something about “fragile humans”. Upon noticing you were no longer asleep, he quickly moved away from you and suggested going home, just because he is ‘bored already’.

Belphegor

You had something to talk over with the Avatar of Sloth, so you went up to his room and talked for what seemed like five minutes until it felt like his own room had an enveloping haze of sleepiness to itself.

“What is it, (M/C)? You’re feeling unwell?”, Belphegor was nice enough to ask before yawning. Oh, he yawned-- and that made you yawn too-- and caused a cycle of nonstopping more until you were sitting on his bed, then leaning into the mountain of impossibly fluffy pillows until the most delightful sloth took over every single muscle of yours.

“Beel should have told you not to come here around this time--”, he warned in a carefree tone while sprawling his body over the gigantic mattress. You had time and most of your tasks were done, so why not? Sometime in the night you ended up entangled in eachother -- a very messy yet comfortable cuddling that was only possible due to Belphegor’s huge amount of pillows.

Bonus: waking up to Belphegor’s sloth nap was haaaaard, like you hadn’t slept in ages! Maybe it was some aura enveloping the demon, but after leaving you felt completely restored.

Beelzebub

After what happened with Belphegor, you decided to find out what exactly Beel should have told you. The Avatar of Gluttony was having a specially large cup of custard in the common room when you found him.

“Yes. You shouldn’t visit Belphegor around 3PM or the 3AM, or you will---” -- and just then, he started yawning as well, just like Belphegor did yesterday. Sensing that same nonstop cycle of yawns would happen, you forced yourself to not give in as much as you could, at least for some time so you could get an answer from him!

“You-- You visited him. I’m getting sleepy from you--” was literally all Beel could say while intercalating his wide open mouth yawns with custard eating. Fearing he might end up choking while doing that, you only came closer to take the spoon from him and both of you felt asleep, dropping the custard cup all over the couch.

Leviathan

You were side by side, sitting in the Avatar of Envy’s couch and surrounded by enough snacks and drinks for a whole night, no lights on except for the TV. It was anime binge night for Leviathan and he invited you to join. The anime plot surrounded something about a young boy who was supposed to pilot a giant mech but got quarrels with his dad and while Levi reassured you it was one of the best anime in the century -- no, in ALL CENTURIES, you had a very hard day working with your tasks and the first episode was just so slow...

Next thing you knew, you woke up in Leviathan’s lap. The anime was paused in a giant robot’s face and Levi had joined you in your slumber, the TV controller still in hand. You tought he’d get angry if you ever napped during one of your binges, but it ends up Levi was also exhausted from the finals.

Bonus: next day, the Avatar of Envy would blush whenever around you and say it was nothing when asked about. Eventually, he would end up scolding you for napping in order to get away from more questions!

Satan

Once you and Satan became closer friends, he started allowing you into his room so you could read and browse books together. In one of these days, you found a very interesting book about human history from the demons point of view and decided to take a peek.

The Avatar of Wrath beckoned you to come closer so he could explain over the chapters instead of having you read it all. You spent some good time shoulder to shoulder, Satan’s whispering voice guiding you in an unique manner over all the eons that crossed both demon and human’s magical history before the relaxation took you over.

Satan didn’t mind it at all. He knew humans, specially modern ones, could handle reading much less than him and so he carefully poised you over his shoulder as he moved to another book of his own interest. Every now and then he would carefully stroke your hair as of he would do to one of a stray cat.

Bonus: “Ah! (M/C), are you feeling restored now? Should we continue from where we stopped?” -- was what he nonchalantly had to say when you woke up, blushed and warm.

Asmodeus

After having you put face cream on his already perfect skin, the Avatar of Lust decided to share some of it with you -- and of course, show your beautiful face some face massage it deserved! Treating you like a doll, he places your head over his thighs, untangles your hair, then proceeds to do the same thing you did to him.

He is specially skilled with his fingers and the cold cream soon makes your whole skin feel both supple and light. You can’t help but close your eyes in pleasure and Asmodeus smiles to himself, proud of his amazing job! However, he must have done a really good job because after some time, you’re no longer responding to his compliments. Noticing you’re asleep, Asmo does the only thing he could right now.

“How selfish of you, (M/C). Starting the beauty sleep without me.”--which is, of course, to set aside two sleeping masks for you two. It’s a day off and he doesn’t want to be bothered by witches, so after setting his phone to flight mode and properly prepping you both, he lays by your side and allows himself to also nap, hand in hand with you.

Bonus: Diavolo!

Diavolo had invited not only Lucifer, but you too for a tea! He wished to get to know the exchanged student better, but why today, when you were completely exhausted?

For as exciting as metting Lord Diavolo could be, you couldn’t stop thinking about your bed. It was already late and the prince had asked Barbatos for more tea and also kept inquiring you about your stay in the Devildom. Had you made any friends? How was the House of Lamentation?

Lucifer, sitting across from you two, couldn’t help but notice your somnolence. He politely suggested Diavolo to let you go home, but the lord replied with something along the lines of “are you jealous?” before laughing radiantly, unwavered. It was no surprise for him when you gave him for a minute, falling asleep on the future ruler of Devildom’s shoulder. Upon noticing this, Diavolo’s eyes widened with fascination as he gestured to you, showing Lucifer the fragile human in its slumber!

“I told you to let them go, it’s not like they don’t have R.A.D. to attend tomorrow”, was what Lucifer said, gladly rescuing you from sleeping at Diavolo’s presence for more than a few minutes. After that, Lord Diavolo allowed you to go back to House of Lamentation, but he spent weeks bothering Lucifer about how adorable humans could be! Just like you were a little pet.

#obey me! lucifer #obey me!#obey me masters #obey me asmodeus #obey me satan #obey me beelzebub #obey me belphegor #obey me mammon

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moemoemammon · 4 years ago

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Headcanon for bros' morning routines?

The Brothers and Their Morning Routine 🌅

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Lucifer

Despite how nice it is to wake up before the others, Lucifer isn't a morning person. But the call of duty doesn't offer him the luxury of sleeping in very often. Between Diavolo and his brothers, there's a lot he needs to prepare for.

Diavolo also likes to call for a chat first thing in the morning, so he naturally wakes up early. He's told the Demon Prince A THOUSAND TIMES to stop calling like that, but Diavolo insists that he likes "hearing his morning voice". It's annoying..

But Lucifer takes his morning prep slowly, brewing a cup of coffee for himself before he does anything else. He'll slowly drink it while reading the RAD newspaper. It's like a little slice of paradise, having the chance to relax.

And once that's finished, he washes up and brushes his teeth, making sure everything about his appearance is perfect before he dares to show himself.

He'll also take a bit of time to look over the work he has to do, maybe even taking a few papers down to the table with him. Now all he had to do was prepare his nerves for whatever shenanigans his brothers subjected him to for the day, and the headache that was bound to come from it.

Mammon

Mammon moves a lot in his sleep, so he's usually all tangled up in his bedsheets if he hasn't kicked them away completely. And there's the rare occurrence where he just falls out of bed-

Kinda sloppy, but who's graceful first thing in the morning? He peels himself out of bed yawning and scratching his stomach while he stumbles off to the bathroom.

He might not be as vain as Asmo, but he cares about his looks, too. A quick shower and a little bit of styling for his hair, and he'll be ready! Oh yeah, he's gotta brush his teeth too. Wait... he forgot to buy toothpaste!

It's probably fine.. He'll just borrow some of Levi's. It's not like he'll know. And some of his mouthwash, too. Maybe his hairbrush, since it's just laying there?

He either takes forever to get ready, or he's done at the speed of light. Either way, he's in a hurry to get down for breakfast because he knows Beel's got an eye for his plate! And he's gotta head out soon anyway. There's money to be made!

Levi

Not much of a morning person himself, but every morning is a blessing when he gets to wake up with his lovely Ruri-chan dakimakura in his arms 💕💕

That aside, he starts his day by giving Henry his breakfast. Only the best for his best friend! Then he'll check a couple of gaming forums for the latest news, and bases the day's schedule around that.

He's not really in a rush to get ready if it's not a school day. He's got plenty of snacks in his room in case Beel eats his breakfast, and he can always order something through DevilDash.

But still, he wants to freshen up a bit so he'll go for a shower, and brushes his teeth. Wait.. was there always so little toothpaste? He swore he just bought a tube last week! Well, whatever.

If he chooses to eat with everyone else (or Lucifer forces him to), he's always in a hurry. He's wasting so much time! The schedule of an otaku isn't one that should be taken lightly! Do you know how much level grinding he could be doing right now?!

Satan

Satan has a tendency to pull all-nighters when he just can't bring himself to put a book down, so he usually looks ROUGH. I'm talking messy hair, bags under his eyes, looking like he just got beat up by his bed.

And he's not a morning person despite usually waking up the earliest, so it's best not to make eye contact until after he's finished getting ready. He's stomping around, irritably making his bed and getting his clothes ready for the day.

But after he's showered and gotten dressed, his mood has significantly improved. And since it's still early, he has time to brew some peppermint tea and read a book by the window.

It's nice to wake up before everyone else, so he can have some peace and quiet before the idiocy begins.

But the quiet also gives him a chance to consider the day's schedule. What new prank could he harass Lucifer with today? He’d been looking into cursing Lucifer's coffee mug, so whatever liquid was poured into it would turn into vinegar. Maybe he should try it out?

Asmo

When he wakes up, he removes his silk eye mask and pulls the scrunchy out of his hair, blinking away the sleep from his eyes. What, you thought he woke up like a Disney princess? That's only when he's got company, love ❤️

Asmo's got the world's longest morning routine. He draws a bath and pours in some oils to help invigorate him and wake him up. Slathers on a green tea and mint face mask, pops on the cucumbers, and lets the water soothe away his worries ~

Until Mammon bangs on his door to shout that "Lucifer says to hurry it up!" So annoying! Don't they know it takes careful preparation to take care of so much perfection??

Still, he doesn't want Beel to eat his breakfast, so he's gotta speed it up. He's used to getting ready in a pinch, even if he's not happy about it

Carefully picks out is outfits for the day while he lets the curlers in his hair do their job, and viola! Now he's ready to grace his family with his lovely presence! If you wanna take pictures, make sure you get his good side. Who's he kidding, EVERY side is his good side!

Beel

He wakes up disappointed sometimes, usually because he was just enjoying a wonderful dream about eating a mountain of delicious food!

....Only to pull the remains of his half-eaten pillow out of his mouth. What a waste... that endless pancake stack was heavenly...But there's no time to mope around. The sooner he gets up, the sooner he can get downstairs for breakfast.

He starts his morning by taking a shower while holding back the urge to eat the bar of soap he's using. Beel specifically makes sure he doesn't choose anything that smells TOO good, or he'll give in and gobble it up.

Brushes his teeth as well as he can so his food will taste twice as good! After that is usually when he goes to wake Belphie up, dragging his twin into the bathroom so he can help him dry his hair once he's done showering.

He can't eat well without Belphie, so he makes sure he's all cleaned up and ready for breakfast before he goes down, carrying his brother if he has to. Ah, and he should probably head out later to buy another pillow.

Belphie

Haha. "Morning" routine. I think you mean "noon or later" routine. That is, when Beel lets him sleep in. Otherwise he's being woken up and carried off to the bathroom, where he's forced to take a shower against his will...

And he takes LONG showers. Mostly because the warm water lulls him right back to sleep... while he's standing up. Isn't that a little dangerous?

Once he's out, he leaves it to Beel to dry his hair while he lazily brushes his teeth. Isn't all this morning care a little excessive? Who's even this energetic first thing in the morning? What a pain...

Doesn't even bother to make his bed. He'll be back in it in a few minutes anyway, so there's no point. He coaxes Beel into carrying him down the stairs (which Lucifer scolds them both for) and tries his best to keep his eyes open for breakfast.

Those pancakes... aren't they TOO fluffy looking? Almost like a pillow.... ah..goodnight...

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cynergy-laughter · 4 years ago

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Meet The Family: Obey Me! One Master to Rule Them All!

Fanfic Series by: @cynergy-laughter

(Featuring: Defined MC) (Fluff, comedy, angst) (PG-rated)

Chapter 1: A Letter From Home (Word Count: 3,463)

Summer is finally here. RAD classes were out and Brendon took the time to walk home alone today. He was excited to see what Summer had in mind for him, another beach trip? A hot springs town? The possibilities were endless. You had so much fun fantasizing that you didn’t notice you had someone accompanying your stroll home.

“Happy Summer, Brendon.” Solomon smiled handsomely while Brendon was shaken from his summer fantasy.

“O-Oh! Hey Solomon, happy summer!” He smiles back, “How long were you next to me?”

“About two minutes, but I have something for you. I was informed that there is a service in the Devildom that allows exchange human students to get mail from their world. It’s over at Akuzon. And I was told to give you this, it looked important.” Solomon said, handing him a letter.

“Oh?” Brendon said as he looked at the envelope and his eyes widened as he saw the return address. “T-Thank you Solomon, I have to hurry home, I hope you have an awesome summer!” He said, hurrying off to the House of Lamentation.

“And I hope you have a good summer too…” Solomon said smiling.

Brendon made it around the corner from when he put the letter in his bag, and continued on towards the gates and into the House of Lamentation. He listened closely to see if anyone was home. Good, it sounded quiet. He went on through to his room and closed the door before changing out of his uniform and into his everyday clothes, a shirt, kilt, and his long black double zipper hoodie before taking the letter out, beginning to open it up.

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“Dear Brendon,

It’s your mom, how are you? I hope this letter finds you well. I wanted to write to you because I didn’t see you last summer’s annual family vacation, and was worried. I tried calling you, but you didn’t pick up.

But I wanted to let you know that we will be going on our annual vacation this summer, and I wanted to invite you. All your brothers are gonna be there. And we all felt a part of us was missing last year. And Davey said he had a surprise for us all this summer so we’re all excited for this summer.

I really hope you’re doing well abroad, and hope this letter finds you in good health. I hope to hear from you soon. I love you so much. We love you so much.

Your dearest mother,

Lydia.”

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Brendon bit his lip and realized he didn’t even get in contact with his family during his time in the Devildom. He put the letter down and began to dial a number on his D.D.D.

“Hello? DeHallows Residence, Lydia speaking.” The sweet voice on the other side spoke.

“Hi Mom, it’s Brendon.”

“Brendon? Brendon! Oh my gosh, I’m so glad you’re okay! I was worried sick.” Lydia sounded so relieved on the phone, it made Brendon tear up.

“I’m sorry for worrying you, I was busy, and didn’t have much in the way of communication… I finally got your letter. How are you?”

“I’m doing so much better now that I know you’re okay… oh, and I’m glad you got my letter, I wanted to see if you were gonna be able to make it this year. We’re going over to Kyoto.”

“I would have to check with my roommates, cause we were gonna do something for summer. But I can definitely look into it. Umm, do you know if Dad was gonna make an appearance?”

“Honestly I don’t know, honey… I know you two don’t see eye to eye… on a lot of things, but I don’t want to think about ‘what if he shows up’, rather, I want to look forward to seeing you. I’m currently packing for our two month trip, and I have most of your brothers here at home, spending the weekend before we head to the airport early on Monday.”

“I see… yeah of course… Hehe, are they just as excited as you?”

“Ohohoho sweetie, excited is an understatement. They are all getting on each other’s nerves here. It’s like none of them moved out. Although Davey is already at our vacation destination, getting it prepped up. He’s been very busy. But he’s been on the grind ever since high school, you know how he is, I just hope he isn’t working himself sick. Maybe this is what all the family needs.”

“Yeah… Well, if I do come, would it be okay to bring my roommates along?”

“Oh of course! The more the merrier! I’m sure Davey wouldn’t mind.”

“Awesome! Thanks mom. Well, I gotta go, I think I’m in charge of dinner tonight…”

“Oh of course, I would give the phone to your brothers, but they had just left before you called. I’ll be sure to pass on the message, I’m so glad you called me, Brendon…”

“I’m sorry I missed them… but tell them I miss them and that I’m okay.”

“You bet honey. Well I’ll let you go, sleep well, and I love you.”

“I love you too, sleep well too. Bye.” Brendon said with a smile and laid down on his bed, sighing.

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At dinner, everyone was up to their usual energy and antics, Mammon was getting into it with Levi again, Asmo and Satan were having a bit of a discussion amongst themselves, Beelzebub was getting seconds, Belphegor was watching Mammon and Levi going at it. Lucifer was eating peacefully, but noticed Brendon was kind of silent, picking at his food a bit.

“Brendon? Is something on your mind?” Lucifer asked, and Brendon blinked awake from his trance to look at Lucifer.

“Huh? I’m sorry, what did you say?” Brendon shook his head a bit.

“I’m saying you’ve barely touched your food. Is something the matter?” Lucifer put his fork down gently and met Brendon’s eyes.

Brendon blinked as he looked into Lucifer’s eyes, he then noticed that it was silent, he turned his head to see everyone was looking at him.

“Brendon, are you not feeling well?” Asmo asked, frowning.

“You aren’t in trouble are you?” Mammon asked, “If anyone hurt you, I’ll kick their butt!”

“You have been pretty quiet ever since you came back home.” Satan concerned, “But I’d be happy to join Mammon in any efforts if you were threatened.”

“N-No… it’s nothing like that… it’s… I got a letter from my mom… and she was worried about me cause I didn’t show up or contact her about attending our family’s annual summer vacation…” Brendon shook his head and waved his hands in assurance.

“You got a letter from your Mom? Down in the Devildom?” Beel asked, tilting his head.

“Oooohhh, Lord Diavolo was talking about that at the student council meeting today… right?” Asmo said, resting his chin on his hand.

“Y-Yes! Akuzon is apparently making a service that will allow postage from the human world to come to the Devildom. In response to the exchange program of course.” Levi said excitedly.

“Oh, so I take it that it’s a success then, we’ll I’m glad to hear the positive progress.” Lucifer said as he continued eating.

“Yeah… and I called my mom and she asked if I would be attending the family vacation this year… I said that I would ask you all, cause I didn’t know if we had any plans.”

Everyone suddenly stopped and looked at Brendon.

“You’re thinking about leaving for vacation?” Belphegor asked, tilting his head.

“Well, I wanted to know if I could bring you all along… meet my family, you know?” Brendon smiles, sounding hopeful.

“Brendon… I don’t know if we’ll be able to. We wouldn’t really be the kind of people to bring along to a family event…” Lucifer said, “And even then, we would have to present the vacation to Lord Diavolo…”

“Whaaaat? Come on, Lucifer, we are able to go on trips to London, why can’t we just go on a trip like this?” Mammon whined and frowned.

“Because Mammon, we have duties and responsibilities as members of the student council. And plus, that London trip almost ended in disaster because you couldn’t keep out of trouble, even with me and Satan watching over you.” Lucifer raised an eyebrow at Mammon.

“When’s the vacation start, Brendon?” Asmo leaned in, tilting his head.

“My mom and brothers go to the airport on Monday, heading for Kyoto, so I guess it’ll start on Tuesday.” Brendon said, looking at everyone.

“We can see about talking with Lord Diavolo about it, but we can’t make any promises.” Lucifer said. “It might just be one or two of us if we get the okay…”

Brendon smiles and nodded. “I would appreciate that… I really want you guys to meet my mom and my brothers.”

“Oh yeah, you did mention to me that you have siblings. How many in total?” Beel asked, as he continued eating.

“Including me, seven.” Brendon chuckles. “You’ll like them.”

“Seven? Where do you stand in age?” Satan raised an eyebrow.

“I think I’m the second youngest child… yeah. Second youngest.” Brendon nodded as he went back to eating.

Everyone else began looking at each other, seven brothers?

———

Brendon had been listening to music in his room after dinner, when there was a knock on the door.

“Brendon? It’s Mammon. Can I come in?” He said from outside the room.

“It’s unlocked.” Brendon yawned slightly as he sat up a bit. “What’s up?”

“Well… it’s about your trip… I don’t wanna be stuck here for the summer, so… I want you to bring me with you, if it turns out that we can’t all go.” Mammon said, crossing his arms.

“Huh? I mean, I don’t really know who I would pick… like everyone of you would have pros and cons about going…” Brendon turned to Mammon on his bed.

“I mean, I’m your first, so I should be your first pick. There should be no debate about it.” Mammon sat next to you. “And what do you mean pros and cons? I am a pro all the way around!”

“Mammon, you have no sense of direction… you have sticky fingers, and some of my brothers are very possessive of their stuff, you tend to say before you think, and the biggest con is that you are literally a con artist.” Brendon listed, weighing in.

“... H-Hey, why do you have to put me down like that? Dang, and I thought you were on my side.” Mammon got up and began walking out.

“... Mammon, come.” Brendon sighed.

“G-Gah! H-Hey! You said you wouldn’t do that again! S-Stahp! Oof!” Mammon began to walk involuntarily back over to Brendon before plopping down onto the bed.

“Mammon, if you would have let me finish… I can start on your favorite part… now you know the rules about my bed.” Brendon said, sighing as he laid down on the bed and watched Mammon kick his shoes off before crawling further onto the bed.

Mammon saw Brendon gesture to his chest and Mammon reluctantly rested his head on his chest, slight blush on his face.

“Fine… but you better make it the best qualities about me.” Mammon said, pouting.

“Hehehe, I swear, you are just as narcissistic as Asmo.” Brendon chuckles as he pet Mammon.

“Grrr… S-Shut up… don’t compare me to him, idiot…” Mammon growled.

“Hehe, rich coming from the guy who keeps on trying to get a picture of Lucifer sleeping. Didn’t he douse you in steak sauce and tossed you into the catacombs where Cerberus stood guard, the last time you tried it? After the flash on your camera went off?”

Mammon shivered a bit. “Why’d you have to remind me about the Mammon Steak incident? I smelled like steak sauce, and fear for three weeks, Beel kept barking like a dog to make me jump… Why don’t you have sympathy for me?”

“Sorry, but you know I don’t like being called an idiot.” Brendon cuddled Mammon and rubbed his belly gently. “But anyway, onto your pros… You are very thoughtful and determined when you put your mind to it. You’re pretty much the most easygoing of all seven, you’re energetic and like to have fun, you’re hilarious, and you’re a good hugger.”

Mammon blushed and smiled like an idiot, “Hey, did I say you could stop singing my praises?” He asked, smirking.

“Oh? Well, I guess I could rustle up a few more…” Brendon smirked back, “Let’s see… you don’t hesitate to come to my need… you’re handsome, charming… and… you’re fun to tease.” Brendon then began tickling Mammon’s sides and abs.

“A-Ah! Hehey! Noho tickling! No-HOhohoho! Get out of my shirt!” Mammon began to regret falling into Brendon’s trap, he got him right where he wanted him.

“Hehe, very very fun to tease~.” Brendon bit his lip and went up to his ribs and his armpit while his other arm had wrapped around his waist. Mammon was now flailing.

“Stahahahap! I’m sohohorreeeee!” Mammon squealed as he said just what needed to be said to get Brendon to stop.

“And you’re very apologetic~.” Brendon winked.

“Hehehe… phew… Brendon… you’re the worst…” Mammon panted, and looked up at him.

“Hehe, if I was, you wouldn’t still call yourself my first.” Brendon leaned down and kissed Mammon.

“... I mean if you keep that up, I guess I’ll promote you to… not so bad…” Mammon blushed.

Brendon snuggled Mammon closer. “But, in all seriousness, I’d have to give it some serious thought, and there is the possibility that none of you can go… and if that’s the case… I won’t be going… I’d miss you all too much…”

Mammon blinked and looked up at Brendon and sighed. “Well, I don’t want to keep you from your family either… so I hope at least one of us can go…”

Brendon rubbed Mammon’s shoulders, hoping he didn’t have to see his dad on the trip, especially without the demon brothers there with him. “I hope so too…”

Mammon hummed contentedly as he practically melted in Brendon’s touch. But tension came back in knots when the door burst open.

“I knew it! Mammon’s trying to butter Brendon up so he’d get picked to go to Kyoto!” Levi growled, followed in by Asmo, Beel, and Belphie.

“Just when you thought you pulled the wool over our eyes!” Asmo crossed his arms and smirked.

“Now get off Brendon’s chest, that’s my spot.” Belphie glared at Mammon cozying up to Brendon.

Beel was just munching on a rotisserie chicken. “I kicked down the door.”

“Umm… speaking of the door, it wasn’t locked…” Brendon frowned and sighed.

“Get out, all of you! I got here first fair and square!” Mammon growled. “This is my human! I am his first!”

“All of you, stop! I don’t know who I’m gonna pick, or if I’m even gonna go.” Brendon sighed. “And all of you coming at me at once with PowerPoint presentations is not helping!”

“What? You’re thinking of not going? This is a lifetime opportunity, of course you should go!” Asmo gasped.

“WhaaaaAAAATT?! You get to go to Kyoto and you don’t even wanna go?! The waste!” Levi’s jaw practically dropped at the declaration. “It isn’t fair!”

“Levi, trust me, if you knew the stakes of going to this Kyoto vacation alone, you wouldn’t want to go either…” Brendon looked down as he let go of Mammon and rolled out from under Mammon, to lay on his side.

“Brendon… What do you mean by that?” Belphie asked.

Beel blinked. “Is there someone that you don’t want to be there on your vacation? It isn’t one of your brothers is it?”

Brendon looked down and sighed. “I’m sorry, I’m just exhausted… I need to get some sleep… I have a lot of thinking to do… could you all leave, please?”

Everyone frowned and looked dejected, but Asmo thought about it. “Brendon’s right, he needs to think, and we need to get up early for the meeting with Lord Diavolo tomorrow. Let’s go.” Asmo said, as he kissed Brendon’s cheek. “Sorry for bothering you, honey. Beel, get Mammon.”

Mammon’s eyes widened. “Hey! Don’t kiss him! Gah! Bee put me down!” Mammon flailed as Beel slung him over his shoulder.

“Umm… good night… sorry Mammon, maybe tomorrow night…?” Brendon watched them kidnap Mammon but then blinked in realization. “You all owe me a new door! And Mammon you forgot your…” They had already gone. “... boots…”

In the House’s Library, Beel tosses Mammon on the couch, much to Mammon, and a reading Satan’s protests.

“Gah! Can you give me a warning before you choose to throw Mammon onto the couch where I’m reading?! And get your feet out of my face Mammon, they reek!” Satan gritted his teeth as he pushed his legs away, making Mammon turn onto his side on the couch.

“They do not, you hypocrite! H-Hey! Wait a minute, I forgot my shoes in Brendon’s room! Beel, you couldn’t even wait for me to put my shoes on?!” Mammon glared at Beel.

Beel was eating a chocolate newt before looking at Mammon, “Asmo waved this when he told me to get you. I waste no time.”

“Stinky feet and bribes aside… Asmo, what’s this about?” Satan asked, putting his book down.

“Well, I call this meeting of the younger brothers to draw attention to something that concerned me… Did anyone else notice how Brendon looked a bit somber earlier?” Asmo, looked at everyone, crossing his arms.

“Well, he didn’t seem to be happy about going to Kyoto… which I don’t know why, that sounds amazing.” Levi clenched his fists!

“I noticed, Brendon mentioned something about stakes about going to the family vacation alone…” Belphegor frowned, “That set up a red flag for me… I mean he seemed excited for us to meet his family, so I don’t know why he hesitated about it when there’s a possibility that he’ll go alone…”

“And it seems Beel is the only one to whom Brendon mentioned any part of his family to. Is that right?” Satan looked up at Beel, who was now eating a bag of chips.

“Mm-hmm. And it wasn’t until earlier tonight that he mentioned exactly how many brothers he has.” Beel nodded, “And from what Mammon gathered, he talks about his brothers favorably…”

“Hmm… Well regardless of what Brendon is worried about, the point is: he’s worried about going alone. And I want to advocate for all of our participation in going to Kyoto with Brendon.” Asmo began pacing around in front of his other siblings.

“Well, that’s not exactly our decision to make, we would have to convince Lord Diavolo, and even then, we don’t even know if we have to convince him of anything.” Mammon sighed, leaning back.

“Maybe we won’t have to convince him… what if Brendon convinces him?” Belphegor asked, “He’s practically the student council intern at this point.”

“I mean, that’s true… Brendon is pretty good at convincing Lucifer and Lord Diavolo at times.” Satan nods in thought. “But you don’t think it would be pushing it? I mean, how long is the stay?”

“Hmm… good question… maybe we should ask Brendon for more details. And while we’re at it, we can plead our cases as to why we should be chosen to be Brendon’s Vacation Boyfriend~.” Asmo winks, sticking his tongue out. “I don’t think it will be any contest, I’m the perfect candi-date for Brendon~.”

“Woah woah woah, hold on now, that’s only if Brendon convinces Lord Diavolo that at least one will go with him to Kyoto. And no you will not, Asmo, it’s gonna be me!” Mammon growled and stood up.

“Hehehe, not even in either of your dreams, Brendon is my best friend, and it is my dream to go to Kyoto! I am getting that spot as B.V.B!” Levi stood up and gritted his teeth.

“I suppose I can broaden my horizons in Kyoto, I wonder if there is a library at the estate they’ll be staying at.” Satan smirked.

“You all are at an unfair advantage, but I won’t lose.” Belphegor clenched his fist.

“... Kyotonian Delicacies… I’ve always wanted to eat their finest dishes…” Beel was drooling as the other brothers were locked in a glaring rivalry.

“Wait… we shouldn’t forget about Lucifer, whether he try to not count him, he’s also a candidate, even though Lord Diavolo would think it ideal to keep him by his side in the Devildom.” Asmo realized.

“I guess until we find out if one, two, or all of us can go, it’s every demon for himself.” Mammon said, and with that, all the demon brothers parted ways back to their rooms.

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