#can you imagine if Solomon had relationships with all those demons like the ones he has with Barbatos and Asmodeus?

[misc-obeyme]

Can we talk about Solomon...? Tbh in the OG obey me game i never found him interesting, that is until Nightbringer came out. He feels much more fleshed out here, and i think it's cute that both Solomon and MC share a living space together as if they're married.

I also find it very interesting that Solomon is based on the REAL King Solomon of Israel. There's so much lore surrounding him, and i find it kinda sad that the devs don't use it to their full potential to the plot. Of course, they make references here and there, plus his pacts with Barbatos and asmodeus, but i feel like they could do much more?

Can we talk about how biblical lore, King Solomon, also had (foreign) 700 wives and 300 concubines, and his greatest sin was in building temples for the gods that his wives worshipped Young Solomon is a playboy xD even though i'm sure he married all of those women for power, so it's more likely not out of love but more political expediency? and apparently, "his wives turned his heart after other gods” (Kings 11:4), and thus, he built shrines to the gods of their religions. In the biblical account of his reign, God tells Solomon he will punish him for his apostasy by breaking up his kingdom after his death. Seeing how Solomon is still alive in the Obey me universe, that would mean he had to witness his kingdom being split into two kingdoms (The people revolted against heavy taxes levied by Solomon and his son, Rehoboam). He also probably had to watch many people he truly cared about pass away. (Do you remember that one Gif in the OG Obey me that he was crying in front of a grave??)

BUT, as I mentioned before, since he had many wives, naturally, he had children as well. The documented children of his were Rehoboam, Menelik I, Taphath, and Basemath.

So maybe the reason why the devs didn't mention this might be because fans might get jealous? Seeing how many were upset when Thirteen (the first female character) was announced because they were threatened that she might be stealing the boys, I can see why they didn't include that information.

-Angsty Anon

It does seem like more people are enjoying Solomon since Nightbringer! In fact, the fic I wrote about Solomon shortly after NB came out was the first time one of my fics really took off - it got so many notes in the first day or so and I was so confused lol.

Anyway, I personally started to really enjoy Solomon's character in season three of the OG, but they definitely made him more prominent in NB! And of course I loved that he and MC were living together... it was so cute, nearly all my Solomon centered fics after that are about them in Cocytus Hall.

As for the Biblical lore, I can guarantee you it had everything to do with not wanting any of the love interests to have had any wives in their past. Of course, they don't explicitly say as much, so I think you could headcanon that Solomon still had all his 700 wives and 300 concubines.

I also think they don't go too heavy on the Biblical stuff for the reason of not wanting to offend people who actually believe in this as a religion. I think there's probably only so much you can really use if you want it to stay somewhat neutral in that regard.

By only loosely basing Solomon on the real King Solomon, they give themselves the space to do whatever they want with his character. They're not as bound by the source material. So they only pick and choose the parts they want to include.

I think they do this for the entire story, honestly, not just Solomon. For instance, who is Diavolo even supposed to be? I always thought he was supposed to be kind of a stand in for "the Devil" you know?

But anyway, I digress.

I think they kind of completely rewrote Solomon's past. Considering how he was said to be locked up in a basement as a child, after which he was brought to the Fountain of Knowledge by Barbatos... so when was he actually King? Perhaps after that? And maybe it was then that he would have had all the wives and such?

I definitely remember that particular gif... I made everybody upset when I suggested that it was MC's grave he was crying at lol. Sorry, guys.

But it could just as easily be a wife he actually loved or one of his sons. (Though how is it he only has four sons when he has 700 wives and 300 concubines?? I don't know anything about Bible stuff lol perhaps these are just the ones with names??)

Anyway, I'm fairly certain that people wouldn't like him to have all those wives and concubines. Maybe one wife could be handled, you know, because she'd obviously have been dead for a long time. But I dunno. People get jealous over the idea that Solomon was Lilith's lover, too. So probably best for the game if they just don't go there at all lol.

I do think it would be interesting if they introduced another demon that he happens to have a pact with. We never see any of the others, but I suppose that's more about a lack of space... it's not like they can add 70 characters... in fact, I take it back I am glad they've kept it to the two we have, no more are needed, thanks!

[solomons-poison]

Obey Me request (if you're accepting rn)

Do you do Headcanons? Side characters comforting MC that had a cockroach fly on their face

If not then just Barbatos comforting MC with that same scenario?

If you don't like that scenario then maybe with something you're okay with?

Comforting S/O After a Cockroach Attack

A/N: Hi! I was accepting headcanon requests (closed upon posting this). This gave me the shivers, I cannot stand bugs touching me and especially not on my face, so I can only hope my loves would save me :( I went with side characters as I couldn't really come up with enough content or ideas for just one character for a headcanon ask, I'm sorry, but I hope you enjoy these sweet short headcanons

Featuring: GN reader || Diavolo x reader, Barbatos x reader, Simeon x reader, Solomon x reader, Mephisto x reader, Thirteen x reader, Raphael x reader

Warnings: mentions of bugs/cockroaches; relationship with suitor not specified, up for interpretation

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Regular human world cockroaches are awful enough to deal with. But being in the Devildom, you often come across some truly monstrous equivalents of animals and bugs, some you've grown used to and even liked. But some of them were truly terrifying, and unfortunately, your worst nightmares came true when you had one of those monstrous Devildom cockroaches flying down at you. It took what felt like hours to escape the damned thing, and your shaking form immediately sought out the comfort of your closest confidante...

Diavolo

When you go to Diavolo and tell him what happened, he may laugh a little at first, but don't be angry. He's just always delighted to see all the different reactions you have. It's especially fascinating to him to see how unfazed you are when handling a multitude of demons, especially the likes of the Seven Avatars, but the likes of a bug scares you instead. But he's reminded of a certain butler who also has a certain, unexpected fear...

He'll offer to protect you from them in the future and comfort you for now by cuddling with you. He may even make some dumb jokes to try to distract you and help calm you down, or have you sit beside him while he's working. And if you'd like, he'll also share with you about something that he can't stand, as well (so long as you promise not to tell anyone else, including Barbatos).

Barbatos

When you come running to Barbatos, he's convinced there's a war going on with how worried and freaked out you seem. But once you get the chance to tell him what happened, he's thankfully understanding. He knows too well about dealing with attacks from.. unwanted creatures, and can only imagine how he'd freeze up if he dealt with a rat.

He takes you to his room and makes you some soothing tea or other hot drink to help calm you down. He might invite you to a little baking date to get your mind off of what happened, both by making yourself busy and getting the reward of a delicious treat at the end.

He'll also be sure to educate you on how to prevent and treat bug infestations. After all, he's very familiar with dealing with unwanted pests, so he wants to be sure you're prepared to deal with them in the future in case he's not around to protect you.

Simeon

Simeon, the sweetheart that he is, deeply sympathizes with your fear and is very very sweet about it. He'll provide you hugs, back pats, or even just lend an ear if you want to tell him about what happened. His empathetic self will even shiver after hearing about the bug's description, truly feeling for you and the ordeal you went through.

He may also offer to handle the bug for you, but please don't take him up on it 😬 He might get just as freaked out as you, and then both of you are screaming and running away, which only stresses Luke out. Instead, it's best to let him recruit someone else to handle the bug and perhaps settle down in his room while he reads you some poetry or maybe even TSL.

Solomon

Solomon may laugh a little, like Diavolo, when you tell him what happened, but he'll be quick to apologize if it makes you angry. He's lived a long time and been to so many places, he's so used to all manner of creatures and is completely unfazed by the things found in the Devildom. Once you've calmed down some, he'd be happy to teach you about other crazy creatures commonly found in the Devildom, hoping maybe some prior knowledge will help you at least a little bit in future encounters.

If you'd like, he'll happily teach you a spell to destroy the bug the next time one attacks you, or he may even offer to find and take care of the one that had come after you. Once that's taken care of, he'll be sure to take you on an outing to somewhere fun so you can forget about what happened. At worst, he may try to cheer you up with baking something for you, in which some distractions might be needed. But maybe you can give his cooking to the cockroach...?

Mephistopheles

Mephisto won't make it known to you, but just the mention of a cockroach is enough to get goosebumps on his skin. He sympathizes with you about dealing with such disgusting creatures, and immediately takes you out of there to somewhere perhaps with open air, particularly if its the gardens or a park, somewhere that has a more peaceful feeling to it.

He may be a little mean though and tease you about getting scared by a bug when you're surrounded by demons. But it's easy to see he's just doing that to distract you and make you feel at ease rather than actually insult you, if the gentle look in his eyes is anything to go by. He'll take on a big brother role that he's used to and be your protector for the day.

Thirteen

Thirteen is also loathe to admit it to you, but she hates those cockroaches as well. Anything that flies at her face is a big NO. But luckily, she has her trusty inventions to deal with those pests, all manner of fly swatters, just general melee weapon-looking tools, or traps.

If you ask her nicely or feed her ego a little, she'll help you bug hunt to get rid of the gross things. After all, she doesn't mind the idea of you owing her a favor for her heroic efforts. But really, she's a sucker for you and will hunt down anything that threatens you or your wellbeing.

Raphael

... What do you want him to do about it? I'm kidding. Raphael is a little underwhelming in regards to how comforting he is, but it's mostly because of his stony facial expressions. His eyes show that secret gentleness he has, and although he's not great about verbally comforting you, he'll provide a brief but sweet hug.

If you'd like him to, he's willing to hunt that cockroach down with his spears, although the idea sounds a little nasty to him. But if you don't want to go the murderous route, then he'll just provide you pleasant albeit quiet company until you've calmed down. He's not great at small talk, and he'll be very awkward about it, but he'll try to find things to distract you with and get your mind off them, like puzzles or telling you stories about working with Michael.

[obeymeshallwedateaddict]

Thirteen x  Levi  relationship hcs please 🥺

Heyy! To be blunt I've never imagined those two together though in my mind they make for a cute couple I guess?

It was my first time writing hcs so I hope you enjoy it.

Post contains: Fluff, Sexual mentions (slight NSFW)

Thirteen x Leviathan

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Thirteen x Levi relationship hcs

•I feel like this would be such a grumpy x sunshine relationship since Levi is gloomy and self conscious most of the time while Thirteen is a wildcat and does everything her way.

•Levi and thirteen met under unusual circumstances:

Leviathan was coming out of an anime store with his newest possession. – the weapon from the main character in the new anime he's been obsessed over. A raygun.

Thirteen was passing by and saw the raygun the third-born was holding and her eyes widened. That's the exact something she needed for her newest gadget. She rushed up to the demon who seemed too focused on the raygun and poked him in the shoulder.

-Where'd you get that?! It's exactly what I need! –She said and snatched the raygun away from him.

-Hey that's mine! It's the raygun from "A world of waste and demons with hope, trying to find a peaceful life in a dimension where they can only trust each other against all creatures-" – Levi barely starts when Thirteen cuts through.

-Ughh yeah I don't know it but I'll take that if you don't mind. –Thirteen didn't really care about Levi's anime all she could think about was the raygun and how she would put it to a good use. Leviathan tried to fight her off but she left before he could even ask her to give it back. He has to get a new one.

•Thirteen found out about Levi's persona through Solomon. While Levi probably heard from either Mammon or Asmo:

-This one is Leviathan. –Solomon shows a picture of the seven brothers to Thirteen and points at the third-born.

-Oh so he is one of the seven idiots? Ew. –Thirteen utters

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-That's Thirteen! –Asmodeus exclaims. While showing a picture of the reaper to the gloomy otaku.

-Thirteen like the number? –Levi asks confused.

-I guess... –Asmo mutters. –At least she is pretty, isn't she?

-I guess... –the purple haired demon murmurs.

•They first get in contact when Levi gets a dare to text her. (Asmo gave him her Devilgram.) She didn't care at first. Though they continue texting each other and get kinda close

•Thirteen initiates the first date.

*In Devilgram*

-"Leviathaaaannnn wanna hang out? I wanna get to know you."

-"Ok lol"

•Levi is SHY. Really shy. He's never been on a date with a girl before! As for Thirteen she is curious. Turns out the date ends well and Thirteen is satisfied while Levi is excited since Thirteen mentioned that she is a fan of TSL.

•First kiss? It's probably after a few dates and a few finished games before Levi even considers her something closer than a gaming buddy:

Leviathan had asked Thirteen to accompany him to an anime concert she showed interest towards. Both were excited! They met up at RAD and Levi brought merch for both of them. He is wearing his and when Thirteen shows up he offers her the T-shirt.

-Thirteen! Here. This is the official merch of the group whose concert we are going to.

-Ermm I don't like it. Don't feel like wearing it. –Thriteen says and looks away confidently.

-OK? I guess you look good the way you are. –The purple haired demon mutters. He feels anxious and awkward. He doesn't remember the last time he gave a compliment to a real person rather than an anime one.

-Thanks! Levi! –Thirteen chuckles mischievously and leans down to kiss the demon's cheek. She had liked him for a while. The reaper never imagined to fall for one of the seven demon brothers but there she was. It was like the floor was fading beneath her feet. She couldn't stop herself from lusting after the third-born.

Levi absolutely freaks out. To be kissed on the cheek by a girl? HIM? What kind of dream is this? To be kissed by a girl he happens to like and probably has a crush on. Luck is on the third-born's side. His cheeks heat up and Thirteen chuckles.

-Did you like that? –She questions and looks hopefully at the demon.

-I-... Uhmm... I.. I .. d... D.. y-y-yes.. –Levi barely stammers out.

After the concert both look happy and excited. Levi is mumbling something about one of the songs being part of his current favourite anime when Thirteen can't resist the urge anymore. She grabs the sides of Leviathan's head and kisses him on the lips. The third-born's eyes widen in shock and doesn't return the kiss.

Thirteen looks at Levi with a loving gaze after the soft kiss. She caresses his cheek and smiles while Leviathan's whole face is red.

•When Levi gets home after the first kiss he can't stop thinking about it. He asks Asmo for advice. The fifth-born feels flattered and also proud of his big brother.

Thirteen just giggles the whole time when she gets back at the reaper's cave. Kicks her feet and daydreams about being with the otaku boy.

•Asmo made Levi buy her flowers and told him a few great pick-up lines. The next time both of them hang out Levi uses a few of the pick-up lines on Thirteen even though it feels extremely awkward for him. She giggles at each one though she can't deny the faint colour in her cheeks.

•Levi takes the first step and asks her to be his girlfriend to which she immediately accepts. They were out in a cat café:

-Hey Thirteen.. I've been thinking... Uhm.. –He gulps– do you imagine us as a.. c-c-couple? –The purple-haired demon asks and tilts his head in embarrassment. The color of his cheeks is undeniably deep.

-Of course, Levi! Do you wanna be together now or? I'm not entirely sure how things work.

-Yeah...

•Both keep it a secret for a while until Levi feels comfortable to tell his brothers. Meanwhile their relationship is soft and cute. They exchange a few soft kisses and hugs. As well as a few flirty comments on Thirteen's side.

•When Levi finally tells his brothers all six are proud of him. Levi is practically glowing from happiness. The six of them even threw a little welcome party for the newly couple. (Lucifer was sceptical for inviting a reaper at The House of Lamentation since he doesn't trust her as much but he trusts Leviathan with her.) Everything goes smoothly and Thirteen decides to stay over for the night. That was their first time. Thirteen is extremely happy that she is Levi's first:

-Wait... You haven't done this before? –Thirteen asks in confusion.

-I uh.. it's my first time... Yes... –The third-born stutters on his words.

-I'll teach you then! –Thirteen gently tugs down at Leviathan's sweatpants and pulls them down to his ankles. His boxers follow and her eyes widen to the sight.

-Wait.... You have two?! –The reaper exclaims. Levi looks away in embarrassment.

•Overall they are a cute couple. Spending a lot of time together, cuddling, making out. Making love and all of that. Levi buys her flowers two to three times which she gladly accepted but did proceed to tell him which flowers are her favourites so next time he buys those for her.

•They give each other cute nicknames. Though Levi doesn't immediately feel comfortable calling her something other than her name. She she often uses just "Levi" or: tiger, baby, playboy, gamer boy.

And probably at rare times or more intimate ones - my naughty demon.

Levi calls her mostly -bae or babe and sometimes - Thirteen-chan (She adores this one)

•In bed I feel like Thirteen would dominate Levi more often than he does. They use toys, a lot of them but do sometimes engage in vanilla sex.

•Both of them buy couples bracelets and she always clicks hers when she misses him. The bracelet practically doesn't stop vibrating on his hand though he is glad that his girlfriend misses him as much. (He also clicks it a few times)

•They match clothes at some of their dates.

•Levi gets more comfortable around her and stops stuttering at some point in their relationship.

-Hey, bae. Kiss me. –Leviathan says while playing his game and Thirteen looks at him in confusion. It was the first time he said the word kiss without stuttering. She leans down and captures his lips with hers in a short put passionate kiss.

-You seem confident to ask, tiger. –The reaper chuckles.

-You make me more confident, Thirteen-chan.

•They attend EVERY concert that Levi wants to go to. Even if Thirteen isn't particularly interested. She just enjoys spending time with him.

•They visits the Devil's coats every time it's in town. Levi buys both of them Celestial Realm popcorn and they fall in love even more with each other:

-Leviii... I love youuu... –Thirteen clings to Leviathan's hand.

-I love you too, bae. –Levi responds and smiles down at his girlfriend.

•Sometimes they walk down the street with Levi's hand around her waist.

•Thirteen invites Levi over at the reaper's cave but he is scared so she guides him every step of the way. And at the end the third-born actually enjoys being at the reaper's cave. (Sometimes he doesn't even go home and stays over with Thirteen from which he earns a scolding from the eldest, since he didn't mention not coming home for the night.)

•Levi and Thirteen sometimes share ear pods to listen to music together.

•Levi often helps Thirteen with constructing her gadgets.

•Thirteen leaves lipstick kisses all over Levi's body whenever she feels like putting a claim on him. (Levi did snap a few pics of his jaw and neck, covered in kisses to post on Devilgram)

•Levi has some of her stuff in his room. He often looks over at them and smiles. Like her hairbrush that sits on his desk.

•They have matching couple's wallpapers on their D.D.Ds

•Sometimes they roleplay or re-act some of Levi's favourite anime scenes.

[another-lost-mc]

I hate how Mephistopheles has no lore. I'm making an OC that out ranks him and the fucker has no established rank??? Sir your whole goddamn thing is "I'm a noble, goddamn it" and like no rank? No bitches? No nobility??

So I'm picking one (Grand Dutches, technically?) and going with the punches, but how do you fix Solomare's near non-existent lore so well?? This shit is hard! Mad props!

I'm grateful that we got more Mephisto lore in Nightbringer, but like many characters, new info or interactions are few and far between except when it's needed as a plot device. lol

Even though Mephisto isn't a member of the Ars Goetia, he's a Faustian demon or what I call a "named" demon which has important relevance in my personal world building. Other than that, we know that his family has deep roots to the Devildom nobility, are highly influential, and that he was basically raised to be Diavolo's friend. We know his special power now thanks to Nightbringer, but my version of it is a bit sinister because, you know, demons.

Unless you're new around here, my solution to gaps in the game's lore or storytelling is solved by personal headcanons/world building and creating OCs. I knew I wanted to write more about Mephisto, and that meant exploring his relationships and history outside of what the game told us.

Before NB existed, I was already developing his little brother OC because using characters/info only found in the games limits the potential for complexity and drama. Plus, writing an OC for Mephisto's brother helped me develop my own interpretation of Mephisto's character too.

When the game only leaves us crumbs to work with, here's what my brainstorming looks like to try and explore possible ways to fill in the gaps:

Creating an OC for Mephisto's younger brother: Mephisto is a named demon and part of the demon nobility. My thought: his brother is probably a named demon of some importance too.

Naming Mephisto's little brother: After doing some reading, I learned Mephisto wasn't part of the Ars Goetia, but that didn't mean his brother couldn't be. Result: I just picked a name off the list that I liked. LOL

Note: I have friends that have OCs based off other Ars Goetia demons so I purposefully avoided choosing those names because I write about my version the Devildom assuming those OCs exist within it.

Developing Bathin as an OC: Okay, we have a name. Cool, that's usually the hard part. Now we have to build him up from nearly nothing! What I knew about his character before NB released: he was significantly younger than Mephisto (I imagined the same or slightly younger than Luke with a similar childlike appearance) and that Mephisto was a very attentive and doting older sibling. Based on the RAD Sports event in OG, I concluded if he was that protective of Luke, he would be even more protective of his younger brother as well. I also interpreted the events and assigned Mephisto his demonic trait (having a tail of some kind instead of wings). In my mind, demonic traits are something that might be part of the family's heritage, so I decided that Bathin would look similar to Mephisto in his human form and also his demon form.

Identifying gaps/issues with Bathin's character: The main concern I had to address for Bathin was his existence as a demon of the Ars Goetia. Solomon has pacts with all of them, and this implies that he would also have a pact with Bathin - a literal demon child. Oops!

Questions I needed to answer:

Why would Solomon want a pact with a child and how did this happen?

Are there any limitations/restrictions if a pact is made with a demon child that isn't mature/"of age"?

Should I change his name to something else to avoid this issue? Nah.

Solving Bathin's existence as a child in the Ars Goetia: I basically wrote a world building theory about demon death/exorcism and respawn cycles to explain which demons can respawn and which ones cannot. Naming conventions and the impact on existing pacts are part of this theory.

Conclusion using fill-in-the-gaps world building:

A form of the death & rebirth cycle exists for demons.

Using theory, Bathin can exist as a member of the Ars Goetia because he was killed/exorcised as a mature demon. His essence/power exists within the version of him that was reborn later.

Implications and things to continue developing:

Bathin made his pact with Solomon as a mature demon and the pact persisted through death, although as a child the pact is weak and practically unusable.

Demons who respawn usually have no memories of their previous existence, but Mephisto would remember him from before. That can explain why he might be close and very protective of his younger brother. Solomon would also have memories of past!Bathin as well and that could have some interesting effects on how Solomon interacts with Mephisto as well.

Demons that are exorcised and respawned might carry some lingering physical evidence of their death - for example, the power of an angel's grace maiming some part of their body. This helped me visualize Bathin's physical appearance and explain any potential scars or flaws he was born with.

Child!Bathin won't be a copy of his former self, so there is potential for drama/angst as those that knew him best before re-learn the "new" him.

The possibility to explore Mephisto as a child and how his friendship with Diavolo was fostered/pressured by those around him (and Bathin's feelings/attitudes about Mephisto's potential (mis)treatment).

Explaining past!Bathin's untimely demise in the first place and the characters/circumstances involved.

If you ever wondered how I take a random throwaway reference in the game and expand on it to create an OC, here's what the process looked like when I was developing Mephisto's brother. He's very precious and though I doubt we'll see much more of him in the game other than some vague references, I enjoy writing about Mephisto enough that dedicating an OC to his little brother was worthwhile.

I'll end this with a treat for those of you that decided to read through all this rambling:

[hell-drabbles]

(tbh, I don't even have the angel cards cuz I'm broke lol🙃, but I'll tell a few thing's what I noticed on other people's post about them either the comics, message's, or stories and theories)

Let's start with Rafael, the dude is like that one insecure kid in the family that always get compared to their other siblings or cousins, Gabriel is the messenger, Michael is the right hand, Rafael wanted to be acknowledged as something, he sees god as kind and benevolent being and being too merciful so he wanted to be the one who punishes evil for him because he loves god and wanted to understand him in some degree, so he judges based on his beliefs wether they're innocent or not and just like other Angel's, his views are always on god and wouldn't acknowledge the God's other creations because he sees them unworthy of God's recognition, bro is already insane (and God didn't even reprimanded this type behavior idk) and had spiraled further since God disappear when peepaw Solomon died, so ever since then he sees all of his decisions and other forms of punishment as a will for/from God in hopes he will come back one day and see his work.

So, the Christmas event happened and most of us know about the chastity belts they wear as to keep them pure for god, and out all of the three seraphim, Rafael is the only one that had his successfully and actually taken off by Raon (that's what they say) and by the time our little rara came back to heaven, bro had his post nut happiness because no joke that the brother actually thought he had ascended into a higher rank than Michael and Gabriel after he experience his first nut (since Lucifer said that Angel's engaged in ecstasies and eventually stop before they climax) Rafael was in a good mood back in heaven during those days that he scared most of the other Angel's.

(that's all bro, I'm new to your blog and love your raon trash talks, sorry English is not my native language btw, you also get a follow, I'll still go a couple of research for the other seraphim)

[ and also After reading a couple of your Lucifer x Companion works I'm hooked, Raon is so rotten to the point I think he wouldn't stop even if ever one day Companion gets married to Lucifer and Raon would just insist that its for the betterment of hell lol bye]

Funny you should send me Raphael of all angels, I was actually starting to write about him. So that's how he's like huh? That's funny. I am going around and reading what I can find about him, especially his card lines because I get the strongest grasp of a character by the way they're talking. And wow, he's a delusional one, ain't he? Also, I take an interest in his relationship with Heaven, since it's pretty clear he has no love for the others that live there, and if need be, will burn that place to the ground if it aligns with his views on God. What a weirdo.

Haaa, my brain has been stuck on how the seraphim would take in interest in the Embittered Companion, and how that would descend into some good old obsession. I know for certain that they didn't take any interest in the Embittered Companion. It's only after spending time in Heaven do things start to descend. Of course, I naturally want each of their obsessions to be distinct from one another. Like, how I imagine Gabriel to take issue with anyone who keeps a feather of the Embittered Companion to themselves, regardless if they were demon or angel. And Raphael, he has a weird sense of when the Embittered Companion is about to become lucid, so he tends to be there and just, stares. And sometimes laughs for seemingly no reason. He's creeeeepy.

Michael, eh, I don't have anything on him right now. Maybe later.

And yes, yes, Ra-on is certainly a rotten little thing, because holy hell man, incel behavior is no joke and that shit is extremely hard to weed out of a person. So, Ra-on is going to be a frustrating character to deal with, but he'll get better eventually. It's just going to be a rather painful process because of how much he's gotta unpack. Thank you for liking it all!

[yamanorakuen]

Obey Me! Jealousy [Brothers]

I know jealousy headcanons and imagines are kind of overused but I still enjoy writing them so I made my own whether you like it or not! Some of these are more humorous, some of them more fluffy, some of them a bit more ✨ spicy ✨, but the overarching theme is jealousy.

[Side characters vers.] HERE

Read the imagined down below v

Lucifer was a confident demon. He was proper, hard-working, well-repected and powerful. There was no reason he had to be acquinted with the feelings of jealousy.

But lately he has found himself more jealous and irritable than he'd ever like to admit.

And that all was happening because of a measely human and an angel from his past..

Simeon seemed to be glued to your side at all times in Lucifer's opinion.

One evening he had requested your help with the documents but you had turned him down, saying you were supposed to go to a slumber party at Purgatory Hall.

Funnily enough, none of his brothers had been invited, just you..

And more often than not, Simeon would walk you home from RAD, and oftentimes he stayed at the House of Lamentation, with the excuse of homework.

He had walked in on you two snuggling up together more than once at this point.

And if you weren't together, you were texting or having phone calls all day long. At least that's how it felt like to Lucifer.

It had gotten to the point that just seeing Simeon or hearing someone mention his name made Lucifer's blood boil.

Maybe if you were cozying up with one of his brothers, Lucifer would be more understanding and patient. Contrary to popular belief, Luficer liked his brothers. Loved, even. But he also knew that he was more powerful and clearly the superior choice between them all. He could easily make them bend to his will.

So in his eyes, they were no competition to him in this twisted game of winning your heart and affections.

Hell, even Solomon would've been better. He's just a human. How could a human even imagine challenging Lucifer? And when it came to Diavolo and Barbatos.. Lucifer could just explain to Diavolo that a relationship between a human and the demon prince would not work out and would cause an uprising, and Lucifer was pretty sure Barbatos was very much uninterested in love and courting.

But you just HAD to be all friendly and cute with Simeon of all beings. The one being Lucifer couldn't compete with.

Lucifer would never admit it but he was slightly jealous of Simeon. He was so perfect, so kind, so likeable, so sweet, so gentle, just so angelic. Whereas everyone respected Lucifer out of fear, everyone geneuinely liked Simeon for who he was.

Simeon has everything Lucifer used to have but no longer possessed. Simeon IS everything Lucifer used to be but now can only pine after.

And he doesn't want YOU to be one of those things he loses out on.

You were one of the only good things going on for him.

That is why Lucifer begun to demand more of your time. Whenever you ask whether you can visit Purgatory Hall, he denies the possiblity. Whenever Simeon comes a-knocking, he finds him some errand to run for him. He even secretly got your D.D.D a balance that limited your daily texting and calling.

Was Lucifer being overly controlling? Yes. But did he think it was compulsory? Also yes.

He didn't feel bad in the slightest about what he was doing until you confronted him about his behavior.

The way your voice wobbled when you talked to him, the way your eyes were tearing up, the way you couldn't meet his gaze as you recalled everything that bothered and hurt you about his sudden shift in behavior.

He couldn't help but feel a pang of regret in his heart of hearts.

He let out a long, drawn out sigh before wrapping his arms around you and pulling you close against his chest, "I apologize.. I guess I have been blinded by my attraction towards you.." he apologized, surprising you. Lucifer? Apologizing? Were you dreaming?

"Why have you been doing this?" you questioned but wrapped your arms around him, too, feeling safe and secure in his arms.

"Because I..." he trailed off, thinking of his words, "because you belong to me. You're not Simeon's. You're mine." he finally replied, his arms around your body tightening.

"Well, if I'm yours, does that mean you're also mine?" you inquired, not thrilled to be seen as someone's property.

"Naturally.. If you just still want me?" and for the first time you heard some insecurity in Lucifer's voice as he held his breath, waiting for your answer.

"I'll always want you, Lucifer.." you admitted, your cheeks burning up. Lucifer finally let out the breath he was holding in before claiming your lips with his, cradling your head with one of his hands while keeping the other at your waistline.

You and Mammon had ended up at the casino despite your best attempts at keeping him at bay.

Like usual, Mammon was losing money rather than gaining it, but refused to stop, trying to convince you that he had a plan to win big in the end. You didn't really believe him but relented.

And what was his plan to "win big"? Well, to send you to seduce the poker dealer of course!

You wanted to say no but Mammon kept BEGGING you to at least give it a try. You just couldn't say no to his puppy eyes..

So before the next game began, you walked up to slid next to the poker dealer, pressing your side against his and smiled up at him.

The situation was made a little less awkward by the fact that the dealer was actually quite attractive..

He seemed to be responding to your advances positively too as you kept drawing little shapes on the skin of his palm with your index finger, complimenting him and whispering sweet nothings at him.

You risked a glance at Mammon and saw him shifting uncomfortably at his seat, staring at you two with wide eyes, his face red.

You wondered if he was even doing what he was supposed to be doing or just staring at you two..

But you tried to keep the dealer distracted for even longer, giving Mammon the benefit of the doubt.

"The way you deal the cards and chips is so attractive.. You must have great dexterity.." you mumbled close to the dealer's ear, "and the way you punish the rulebreakers.. It makes me all hot and bothered.."

"Would you like me to punish you too?" the dealer smirked and rested his hand on your thigh.

That's when Mammon had had enough.

He literally flipped the table, sending cards and chips flying everywhere, yelling, "Hands off my human, ya dirtbag!"

His face was red like a tomato and his breathing was ragged, holding back from transforming right then and there.

"They were coming on to me, mister." the dealer explained and raised his hands up, unblinking.

"It doesn't matter! MC is my human, ya hear! You shouldn't have responded like that!" Mammon growled.

You let out a long sigh, walked up to Mammon and placed your hands at his chest, trying to help him calm down.

"Chill, Mammon. It's no use causing havoc here. Let's just leave." you told him with a calming voice.

"B-But! I still haven't won tonight!" he yelped but then looked at the dealer again, "Grr... Okay, let's leave, these demons are all filthy and dangerous anyway.." he mumbled, grabbing your wrist and began to pull you away, glaring daggers at the dealer as he went.

The walk back to House of Lamentation was silent, Mammon being bummed about his losses and seeing you flirt with another man, you being upset at his behavior.

"Mammon, why were you jealous? I did what you asked for.." you finally sighed when you made it to your room. Mammon refused to look at you, finding the floor much more interesting.

"I-I wasn't jealous, ya dumb human.. And! I didn't think you'd go that far.. And that he'd respond.." he explained, his cheeks flushed.

"You literally told me to 'seduce him'.. What else was I supposed to do?" you shook your head, confused.

"I thought I could take it.. But seeing you with him.. Made me sick.." Mammon finally admitted, "I was so angry, thinking how he'd touch you.. But that's just because I'm your first man, so I should touch you first! Nothing more!" he added.

You couldn't help but laugh at his antics, "you're so silly, Monmon.." you smiled and rolled your eyes, pulling him in for a hug.

"... Can I stay in your room for the night?" Mammon whispered while pulling you closer.

"Sure." you agreed. That night you fell asleep holding each other in a warm embrace.

Although the embrace was warm, the awakening was cold; "MAMMOOOOON!" Lucifer yelled, having just received the bill from the casino for all the damage he had made the previous night.

You were visiting a convention together in the human world that you both had been looking forward to!

You had convinced Leviathan that you should wear matching cosplays too, and even though Levi wouldn't admit it loud, he was SWOONING. You wanted to wear matching outfits with HIM?! Did he die and go to the Celestial Realm?

Anyway, Leviathan had planned it to be a perfect day for you two. You both could meet some of your favorite cosplayers, artists, voice actors and animators and buy all kids of merch.

You were especially looking forward to the Meet and Greet with a group of seven voice actors from your favorite mobile game, Defy You! Shall We Hate?

You were totally simping for one of the voice actors, Lemurian, but who was Leviathan to complain about it when he had his own anime waifus.. Although hearing you go on and on about Lemurian made him feel jealous...

Anyway, your day had been going so well! Leviathan had bought himself and you some merch and candy and you had gone to see so many interesting little concerts, competitions and panels. Your matching cosplays had garnered quite many compliments, too.

It was time for the long-awaited Meet and Greet! Leviathan couldn't help but smile seeing you so excited for it even if he wasn't the game's biggest fan.. The game made him feel weird for some reason, like it was breaking the fourth wall or something..

Finally it was your turn to meet the voice actors and you took so many pictures with them, especially with the voice actor of Lemurian. You exchanged some niceties and Leviathan really thought that would be it..

But then the voice actor of Lemurian complimented your cosplay and even recognized the character you were dressed up as, saying they were one of his favorite characters of all time, and called you gorgeous.

You just giggled and blushed, imploding internally that your favorite voice actor was paying you special attention.

Leviathan however wasn't thrilled about the special attention..

He only began to feel worse when he saw the voice actor of Lemurian rested his hand on your lower back and whispered something into your ear that caused you to smile from ear to ear.

Leviathan felt envy prickling his skin, as if his skin was way too dry, begging to be moisturized.. Every sound around him seemed louder and muddier, the air suffocating and all he could concentrate on was the close proximity between you and that voice actor..

Before he could even realize what he was doing, he felt drops of water falling from the ceiling.. People around him started to look up and whisper, wondering what was wrong with the roof.

More and more water started to fall and a voice boomed from the speakers, telling everyone that they should start to evacuate due to an unforseen issue with the sprinkler system.

You were only staring at Leviathan, knowing perfectly well what was going on.

You sadly had to cut your "little chat" with the voice actor short and as you were leaving the building together with Leviathan, you took his hand in yours and gave it a reassuring squeeze.

"Levi.. Were you jealous?" you cooed and tried to make eye contact with the avatar of envy who seemed to be determined not to look at you.

"S-Stupid normie... Flirting right in front of me... Even though we were wearing matching outfits and all..." Levi grumbled, pouting.

"Levi... We weren't even flirting! He did compliment my cosplay, but he was also telling me how his oldest daughter loves the character I was dressed up as well and asked me to show up at her birthday in this outfit! He said you're welcome to join, too!" you giggled, finding Leviathan really adorable all worked up like this..

"Wait, daughter?! He has a kid?!" Leviathan screamed, looking dumbfounded.

"Yeah. He's married with three children. He's no competition to you!" you smiled encouragingly.

"Oh..." Leviathan let out a long, drawn out sigh, "I guess I... Overreacted.. Sorry.."

"Just try not to.. Flood any public places again, okay?" you chuckled, "You nearly ended up summoning Lotan and that would've been REALLY hard to explain."

"Yeah.." Leviathan chuckled, fidgeting with something in his pocket.

"What is it, Levi? you questioned, finding that Leviathan had fallen quiet yet again.

"Um, I just.." he mumbled before taking something out of his pocket. It was a little charm with two goldfish kissing, "This reminded me of Henry so I.. Brought this for you.." he grumbled and offered you the keychain, averting his gaze with flushed cheeks.

"Just Henry?" you grinned but accepted the keychain with a happy smile, "Nothing else?" you winked and saw how Leviathan's blush deepened.

"O-Of course not! Aaaaah! Stop looking at me lika that!" he yelled and started to power walk away, still holding onto your hand though, perhaps even tighter than before.

'Hey MC, I'd wish to accompany you on a date today. Would that be okay?' Satan had sent you a text as you were exiting the school building. You had had different classes that day and hadn't seen each other all day, so it made sense.

'Sure! I actually have a place I heard about that I've been dying to check out! Can we go there? Pretty please?' you had texted him back, hoping he'd say yes.

'Of course. Anything you'd like.' Satan had replied like the true gentleman he was.

"This was not the place I had been expecting for us to go but.. You look happy enough to be here, so I guess it's fine." Satan smiled at you as he took a sip of his coffee.

"I know it's not your usual scene, but just look at these! So cute!" you squaled and petted a small white dog that was currently sitting on your lap.

"We have Cerberus home, is that not enough?" Satan asked, slightly confused.

"Cerberus is way too big to cuddle and carry around, silly!" you laughed as another dog tried to get your attention. The dogs seemed to be avoiding Satan like plague though.

"Why are all these dogs avoiding me?" Satan sighed, shaking his head and he took a bite out of his paw shaped chocolate cake.

"Maybe they can sense your negativity and that you're a cat person?" you suggested with a michievous grin.

"Ha-ha, real funny.." Satan sighed as his eyes locked onto one of the puppies trying to crawl on your lap, whimering and wagging it's tiny tail.

"Look at this one! Isn't he the sweetest?" You squealed and helped the puppy onto your lap, scratching behind his ear.

That's when the puppy started to lick your face affectionately, causing you to laugh.

Satan thought it looked cute, but couldn't help but feel slightly annoyed, too.

"Aren't you a good boy?" you cooed at the puppy, holding him up so he could reach your face better.

'It's just a dog, calm down, Satan..' Satan chanted silently in his head, keeping his eyes locked onto that dog.

Then that dog had the AUDACITY to snuggle up againt your chest, pressing all against it while letting out a content sigh.

"Look, I think he's about to fall asleep.." you exclaimed quietly to Satan, nearly tearing up at the pupper.

"Just put it to sleep somewhere else. We can't stay here for the entirety of its nap.." Satan grumbled, looking away from the sight.

"I can't! He's too cute and sleepy.. How I wish I could take you home.." you sighed with a sad smile, slowly petting the puppy.

"If I'm not allowed to bring cats at the House of Lamentation, you cannot bring dogs.." Satan shook his head, pouting, "Let's just leave already. I want to go to the book store." Satan grimaced and got up, having still not finished his coffee.

"But I'm not done yet! Just sit back down.." you begged the avatar of wrath but he just shook his head, walked up to your chair and began to pull it out, urging you to stand up.

The puppy however didn't seem to like the sudden interruption and in a flash he was up again, and he jumped from your arms, right into Satan's unsuspecting hands, sinking it's baby teeth into Satan's skin..

"WHAT THE F-" Satan screamed as the puppy jumped back into your arms into safety, growling at Satan, "THIS LITTLE SHIT JUST BIT ME!" he yelled angrily and you covered the dog's delicate little ears.

The dog started to whimper in fear, shying away in your arms. A barista came up to you, apologizing for the dog's behavior and taking it to the backroom to relax after the stressful experience.

"And I'm not leaving a tip! And I'll never come back! Cats are better than dogs, you imbeciles!" Satan was shouting as you dragged him out of the dog café before he could transform into his demon form, embarrassed by his childish behavior.

"Satan, what the heck was that? You behaved like an idiot back there!" you complained to him after you were far enough, crossing your arms in annoyance.

"Well, that puppy was taking all your attention and affection, and then it dared to bite me! It was trying to piss me off!" Satan exclaimed, still worked up by the recent events.

".. Were you jealous because of a dog? Seriously?" you sighed and shook your head, not believing your ears.

"I.. I wasn't jealous! I just would've rather gone to a cat café!" Satan huffed, averting his gaze while blushing.

"Yeah yeah, keep telling youself that.." you rolled your eyes and started to walk again, not bothering to wait for Satan. He caught up to you quickly though.

"I'm sorry! I was jealous! I was stupid! I just got so angry! Are you happy now?" Satan sighed, resting his hand on your shoulder.

"You really ruined our date back there.. Not to mention embarrassed me and scared the dogs.." you pouted, furrowing your brows.

"Just please, let me make it up to you.. Just tell me what you want." Satan whispered into your ear, sending shivers down your spine.

"Anything?" you question, cocking your head with a growing smile on your face.

"Anything." Satan swore, putting his hand on his chest, right above where his heart should be.

"Well then..." you thought for a moment, leaving Satan hanging, "Can we go do charity work at a dog shelter?" you asked with wide puppy eyes.

Satan looked like he wanted to combust at any second but instead just sighed and nodded, "Okay, we can do that, darling.."

It was Asmo's turn to wash the household's clothes and he was checking the pockets for any small items; grimm, paper, chewing gum and such..

He was also lowkey judging everyone's clothes but that's besides the point.

He was checking the pockets of your trousers when he found a recent receipt from a jewelry store. You had bought a matching necklace and bracelet set made of emeralds.

"Green is so not your color, darling!" Asmodeus gasped, taking a closer look at the receipt. It was from two days ago, "Still.. I haven't seen them wear it yet.." Asmodeus thought out loud with pouty lips.

Asmodeus probably would have forgotten all about that incident if he hadn't seen you shopping for makeup and skincare products one day with Solomon.

"Heeey MC!" Asmodeus squealed and ran to you guys, automatically wrapping his arms around you, "Why didn't you invite me? I know much more about this stuff than Sol! No offense!" he grinned.

"None taken." Solomon shrugged with a small smile.

You however seemed tense and avoided Asmodeus' gaze, looking uneasy, "I just happened to run into Solomon, that's all.. I originally planned to go alone." you explained.

"Oh, okay, doll! Do you want me to give you any recommendations~?" Asmo hummed gleefully.

"N-No! I was just about to.. Pay for these and leave!" you exclaimed and faked a smile that Asmodeus could see right through.

"Well in that case we can walk back home together!" Asmodeus kept insisting tagging along, but was stopped by Solomon.

"MC promised to help me with some magic. We're going to go to the Purgatory Hall. I need them to myself." Solomon smiled apologetically.

"Oh... Well.. I'll just keep shopping then, I guess.." Asmodeus sighed dramatically with a theatrically dejected expression, tears at the corner of his eyes, thinking that he could guilt-trip you to come along with him like normally, but this time..

"Yeah, see you, Asmo!" you nodded before hurrying off towards the checkouts, Solomon walking behind you.

Asmo puffed his cheeks in anger, stomping away.

And that wasn't even the end of your weird behavior. One day Satan told Asmodeus how he had seen you in the Devildom variant of Bath & Body Works, buying candles, bath bombs and all types of body creams and lotions.

One day he saw you coming home carrying a paper bag from a lingerie store.

He also saw you receiving a package from a store he was very familiar with.. But the other brothers probably didn't even bat an eye at the plain-looking cardboard boxes.

You also seemed to be on your D.D.D a whole lot more, typing something constantly and smiling at the screen when you thought no one was looking at you.

But Asmodeus was looking. He was always watching.

One day he was passing your room when he heard you giggling and talking to someone, "I can't wait to see his face.. He's going to be so happy after I'm done with him.."

Unable to hang back anymore, Asmodeus banged open your door and pointed at you with an accusatory finger, "Who is he?!" he yelled dramatically.

You lowered your phone and looked up at him in confusion, just sitting on your bed, "Who?" you asked.

"That man you were buying all those things for! The man you were just talking about!" Asmo explained, his eyes burning in a way you had never seen before.

Then he saw a large pink box on the bed, filled with the forementioned items; the jewelry set, cosmetics, candles, bath bombs, body creams et cetera..

"Rats, you caught me.." you sighed, put your phone down, got up and offered the box to Asmodeus, "Happy early birthday, Asmo!" you cheered with a joyful smile on your face.

"Me? But it's still two weeks until my birthday?" Asmodeus blinked, confused, looking at the contents of the box, but took it nevertheless.

"Yes, but I started preparing so early and you caught me so.." you sighed and shook your head, disappointed, "Did you really thought I was buying all that for someone else?" you laughed.

"What else was I supposed to think when you were acting so shady and avoiding me?" Asmodeus defended himself, "But thank you, darling! All of these items are sooo cute! Why emerald, though?"

"Emerald is considered the birthstone of May in the human world. I know it's not your usual choice, but I think anything looks good on you!" you smiled. Asmo sat down the box and wrapped his arms around your waist with a grin on his face.

"Aww, you're so thoughtful, doll! One more question though," there was a familiar spark in his amber eyes, "where's the lingerie you brought?" he asked, his voice low and husky.

"Wouldn't you like to find out?" you chuckled, looking at Asmodeus with innocent eyes while flashing him a quick glimpse of your underwear.

"You naughty thing!" Asmodeus cooed and pinched your ass, making you squeal, "I want to see the rest of my present~"

"MC, could you please end the call?" you two jumped as you heard Solomon's humored voice from the loudspeaker of your D.D.D.

"You could've ended the call yourself, you perv!" you shouted, your face hot as you reached for the D.D.D, your face blooming.

"Let him listen.. Then he'll know just who you belong to.." Asmo mumbled and pushed you down on your bed before you could grab your D.D.D, trailing kisses along your neck.

"Asmooooo!"

You were at RAD together when one of Beelzebub's teammates from Fangol came up to you guys, chitchatting, but you also noticed that he kept stealing glances at you.

At first it was nice, relatively normal; Beel just felt glad you were getting along with the rest of the students, especially those in his team.

Beel took a chocolate bar out of his backpack and started to snack on it, listening to you two talking when suddenly the other demon asked you a question

"Hey, MC, would you like to come cheer for me in tomorrow's big game? It'd mean a lot to me." the demon smiled at you, his intentions hard to read.

"Oh, uh.. I don't know about that, I.." you stuttered, not knowing what to answer. You sent a pleading look at Beelzebub who just shrugged, "Shouldn't I cheer for Beel? I live with him and all.." you tried to dodge the request.

"C'mon, babe, just this once!" the demon grinned, trying to appear sheepish. You sent another glance at Beelzebub's direction.

"I don't see a problem there." Beelzebub just shrugged, occupied with his snacks.

"Well, if that's the case, then... I guess once won't hurt." you chuckled nervously and the demon's face lit up.

"Awesome! See you tomorrow, babe!" he cheered and slipped you a piece of paper, "in case you need to call me.." he winked before walking away.

The paper had his number, a name 'Sitri', alongside with a heart and a winky emoji.

"Look!" you shoved the paper at Beel's face, hoping he would react and tell you not to go, but instead he just shrugged.

"Yeah, that's his name." he told you with an oblivious smile on his face.

Fast forward, it was the big game. You were watching it alongside with Mammon, Satan, Asmodeus, Belphegor and Solomon. You felt ashamed, having to occasionally cheer for Sitri instead of Beelzebub.

"Hey, what's up with you cheering for that guy? Beel's playing too, you know?" Belphegor questioned you and you explained your meeting.

"Sitri is no good news! He's a lower ranking lust demon!" Mammon interjected, making your blood run cold.

"Yeah, he has a certain reputation, that's for sure. A playboy, one could say." Satan shook his head disapprovingly.

"He wouldn't dare to hurt you. I have a pact with him." Solomon just shrugged.

"And if he does, he answers directly to me. I'll make sure no one ever looks at him again." Asmo just smiled calmly, but there was a sense of venom to his words.

After the game had ended and Beel's and Sitri's team had surfaced victorious, you went down to meet up with Sitri as he had asked you to in a message. You saw both Sitri and Beelzebub walking towards you.

"Hey babe, I heard you cheering for me. Your encouragement boosted my performance for sure~" Sitri gazed at you with a flame in his eyes, sweat dripping off of him, "I'm so hot.. I should take off my shirt.." He sighed and began to undress.

You didn't know where to look so you just looked at the ground.

"Yeah, me too." Beelzebub mumbled and you looked up just long enough to see that Beel was taking his shirt off, too. That flash of his body made you certainly feel things.

"Babe, do you have some water for me?" Sitri asked and you nodded, offering him a bottle while avoiding his gaze, "Thanks, gorgeous! Oops.." he suddenly exclaimed and you looked up at him, seeing that he had spilled water down his chin and sculpted chest. Water was running down his exposed upper body.

"I'm thirsty," Beel breathed out and took the bottle from Sitri, pouring the rest of its contents on his broad chest, "Oh no, my water.. Oh well." he chuckled, shooting you a boyish grin.

"Doll, do you want to feel my muscles? They're all really trained and.. hard for you." Sitri smirked and took you by your wrist, leading it towards his ripped abdomen.

"Sorry, they can't," in a flash Beelzebub was at your side, taking your hand back and placing his hands on your waist, "MC had promised to help me stretch. Gotta go." Beel growled, his brows furrowed, and began to lead to towards the changing rooms.

Your heart was beating fast, both from anxiety but also from Beelzebub's touch.

"Did he make you feel uncomfortable?" Beelzebub suddenly inquired, giving you a worried look. You nodded sligthly and you saw Beelzebub's jaw tightening, "I'm sorry I didn't realize sooner what he was up to.." Beelzebub sighed apologetically.

"It's not your fault.." you told Beel with an understanding smile, reaching out to touch his arm. He stopped and looked down at you, his cheeks slightly tinted pink.

"I don't want you cheering for him again, okay? I felt.. Bad hearing you calling out his name. You should keep screaming my name only." Beelzebub mumbled, his eyes never leaving yours.

You weren't sure if Beelzebub even realized how his words sounded like, ".. Okay. I'll do that." you promised to him with a smile. Beelzeebub smiled back at you.

"Good," he laughed before picking you up and spinning you around like you weighed nothing, "I love you MC, you know that right?" he said so innocently, like it was the most natural thing he could ever say. Your heart skipped a beat.

"Beel, I-" you were about to answer when a voice shoted from the showers.

"Can you two take that somewhere else?! I can't come out before the human leaves!" a male voice yelled.

"Sure thing, Eligos! Just a sec!" Beel yelled back, "MC, will you wait for me? Let's go home together." he smiled at you softly.

Belphegor was your (un)official cuddle partner, right? Every night he'd wait for you to crawl into his bed, letting him fall asleep surrounded my your secure warmth, and every morning he was more and more unwilling to let you leave his bed.

During the day, he'd take all his chances to cuddle up to you, too.

He counted on you finding your way into his bed like he counted on breathing.

That when one evening when you never came, he was worried. Lying awake, he would wait in the darkness, but could not hear the familiar sound of your footsteps.

So in the end, he decided to send you a message.

'MC, where are you..? It's late and I'm tired..'

Luckily for Belphegor, he didn't have to wait for a reply for too long: 'I'm at the Demon Lord's castle.' you had replied.

Belphegor furrowed his brows slightly, 'Well, when are you coming home? I miss my cuddles..'

'I'm not.. Lord Diavolo insisted that I'd stay the night, so I'll return after school tomorrow. Sorry.' That's how your reply had read.

And let me tell you, this boy wasn't sleepy anymore. He was 100% awake, vigilant, ready to throw hands.

He was thinking about starting another revolution when he realized that Diavolo had ASKED you to stay the night and you had said YES to his invitation.

Were you going yo snuggle and cuddle up with him? He could not allow that to happen.

So Belphegor got up from his bed and snuck out of the house as silently as he could. He could not afford for anyone to wake up now.

He got out of the house succesfully and RAN towards the Demon Lord's castle, seeing red the whole way there.

Once he was outside the castle, he realized he had to be sneaky about this. Lucifer would surely punish him if he found out that his youngest brother had broken into his darling Diavolo's castle in the middle of the night.

He circled the castle from a safe distance, trying to see if there were any signs of life at any window.

His lucky streak seemed to continue as he spotted a light at one of the windows. It could've been anyone's window; but he had a good feeling he'd find you in that room.

So Belphie sized up the castle, trying to think of the best way to get into that room unseen.

Fast forward, he found himself in one of the bedrooms. Luckily for him, it was not Lord Diavolo's room and you were there all alone. Lord Diavolo hadn't managed to get you to cuddle with him afterall. L Diavolo, W Belphegor.

"Belphie! What are you doing here?" you whisper-shouted, surprised by his sudden appearance.

"I missed you.." Belphegor mumbled as he took off his shoes and clambered into the bed with you, pressing his face against the crook of your neck, inhaling your scent.

"You're crazy, you know that?" you sighed as you ran your hand down his back soothingly.

"Only for you.." Belphegor yawned, snuggling up to you.

Unbeknownst to you, he was currently aggressively scenting you, the bed and even the whole room, marking his territory. He was not afraid of Lord Diavolo's reaction, not in the slightest.

You were his. Not Lord Diavolo's, not Barbatos', no one else's.

But, as you were a stupid human who did not know that much about how demons worked, he was able to do all the scenting he wanted without you ever realizing it.

And that's how you two fell asleep, holding each other, just like every night before.

Belphegor had totally meant to leave before sunrise but he had unsurprisingly overslept..

So in the morning, Barbatos knocked and entered the room, holding a tray of breakfast, "Good morning, MC, Belphegor. Here's your breakfast. I hope you enjoy it." Barbatos had just smiled politely as he left the silver tray on the bedside table before backing out of the room, his eyes locked with Belphegor's, clearly smelling him all over the room and all over you.

Curiously enough, Barbatos hadn't seemed to be at all surprised by finding Belphegor there, and on the tray there was breakfast for two.

Guess he wasn't as sneaky as he had previously thought.

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Everyone else: *Writes Satan as a well-composed, elegant demon*

Me: *Makes him throw a hissy fit in a dog café*

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[dreamlandcreations]

Love Sex Magic

mage!Alfie Solomons x mage!Reader

Summary: Your first time with the coven leader is not how you imagined...

Warnings: bad smut, FILTH, reader has a witch name, bang or die, («– dubcon), mention of ritual (orgy), original characters (sort of), oral, WLW, poly relationship, talk of jealousy, PiV, unprotected orgy sex, pregnancy, there’s a bit of heartache and fluff too 🤭 mention of reader’s hair length (not too specific), basically no dialogue

note: this is what happens when I try to add plot to porn, written in a hundred little pieces so idk know about the overall tone but I’m pretty sure this (half-dream / daydream) was inspired by the poly relationship in @darklydeliciousdesires ‘s Not One of Many series 🙃

∼ 2,5K words

You can taste them on his skin. They were his brides, as the community dubbed them, they had a right to have him first, one at a time so the other would be with someone else while one was resting.

Alfie’s gaze was holding yours captive while he was pounding into Ivy from behind. She was moaning loudly as she moved back against him, impaling herself on his cock again and again until her trembling arms gave out and she collapsed ahead, ass still high up in the air while Aflie kept going.

You couldn’t look away from him, not even when Jasmine inserted another finger into your tight heat to prepare you for your Sage. 

That was his name within the circles where your true names couldn’t be said out loud. Because names had power. Most of the coven was re-named after flowers, some after gemstones and others chose their names despite the signs they got from the readings.

One of those people was none other than Marigold, the ‘bride’ who thought Alfie’s affinity for gold would make him more affectionate with her like that. When she finally realised that she could never get all his attention she left the coven with a dramatic scene but not before she summoned a demon’s power and unleashed a forbidden spell on the man she was supposed to be in love with. 

Unfortunately, you were there with them when it happened so you were stuck under the power of the spell. Which, after a while, started to take shape. It was like a bubble of dark energy around you and if you didn’t break through, you would all die here. 

Breaking something this powerful would require a lot of energy. Sex creates energy. So here you are, constantly fucking your coven leader as the coupling of a man and woman could create more than simple orgasms on your own and more than sex between same-gendered couples.

Watching them with Alfie made you discover just how jealous you were all this time. As much as you could think clearly under the current circumstances, you were trying to figure out your feelings, trying to remember all your reasons for refusing similar activities. 

Anticipation replaced any other emotion or thought as you could tell they were close. Not a minute later Alfie came with a loud curse, Ivy’s orgasm triggering his own. He let go of her and laid back to rest a little.

Meanwhile, Jasmine was increasing the pace of her fingers, finding the spot inside you that made you cry out while she sucked on your clit and played with your breasts with her free hand. 

Her fingers moved in and out of you at a rapid pace, her tongue circling then lapping at you before she pinched your nipple and sucked on your clit for a last time, making you tumble over the edge with a surprised little scream. And she worked you through your high while Alfie was watching you fall apart before them. 

Jasmine didn’t waste a second, when the pulsing of your walls started to die down she pulled away, licked her fingers and moved on to have her way with Violet, who was resting after her round, prior to Ivy taking her place.

After catching your breath, you roll over and move towards Alfie without hesitation, crossing the small distance on your hands and knees, knowing it’s your turn with him. 

He didn’t take his eyes off of you for a second since you took off your clothes and you found it hard to distract yourself from his presence too. If the girls noticed, they didn’t show any sign of resentment. They were used to sharing.

You’ve seen their similar rituals before, Alfie even attended more crowded ones too but you never joined despite his invitations. You were afraid it would break your heart, even more, to have him but never really have him to yourself. Your love was similar to Marigold’s, possessive and perhaps selfish but you didn’t want to have just a part of his heart. Anyhow, you are here now.

Sitting beside him as he was still lying on his back, you were hesitant to move. Your insecurities and doubts made you pause for a moment but then you saw him looking up at you with a soft expression, admiring you like you were the most beautiful thing in the world. He reached out, gently pulling you down for a kiss, chasing away your worries.

“My beautiful Daisy,” he murmured against your lips. 

You wanted to take your time with him but you know that’s not possible right now so you kissed him again and again and then moved down his body to help him get ready for you faster. Leaving a trail of magic with your lips along his paint-covered chest and abdomen, pressing your body against his as you slid down over him until your mouth finds his glistening cock.

You can taste them on his skin as you lick the tip. He jerks upwards, still sensitive after the rounds he had with his harem of girls. With one of your hands holding yourself up and the other stroking his already hardening length, you lean in again and lick him from base to tip before slowly taking him into your mouth.

His hands move to caress you, fingers laced with your free hand, now resting on his abdomen. While the other hand, with more rings on it, sneaks further down to brush away your hair, tangling his fingers in your locks, so he could keep looking at you as he gently guides your movements.

Alfie doesn’t let you work on him too long, you only took him deep in your mouth a few times but he was already straining to be inside you. He waited for this for much longer than this session.

He gently pulled you off of him, drawing you up his body and rolling you over. Settling above you as he stole another kiss, just as gentle as the first one. He wanted to taste you too but felt the energy in your spell drop, so he simply didn’t have time but he was hoping this would be his last opportunity.

You pulled back first, smiling at the frown he had on for your interruption. He was holding your face, brushing his thumbs along your cheek, while he was resting most of his weight on his elbows. Alfie gasped when you reached down between your bodies and positioned him at your entrance.

He grabbed your hands, pinning them above your head with one of his own and he smiled at you. That rare, genuine but devious smile you loved so much was all yours now but you were soon too distracted to focus on it.

It was your turn to gasp as he slowly penetrated you. He was trying to be careful but you surprised him again. Circling your legs around his waist, you practically push him in you to the hilt. His half grunt of a hiss at your tightness and your choked up moan of the sudden fullness resonate through the powerfully vibrating air around you.

“Move,” you whine. Helplessly squirming beneath him as your walls flatter around his cock.

He grabs one of your legs around your ankle and moves it higher, slowly sliding his hand down to your thigh, grasping your ass and lifting your hips to a new angle before he pulled out almost all the way, relishing in your shuddering breath and tremendously enjoying the high pitched scream of pleasure as he pushed into you until he was balls deep again.

Alfie leaned down even more, body flush against yours as he cradled your head, seeking your lips in an aggressive claim. He soon had to end the kiss as you both became breathless at his demanding pace. He was fucking you with long, deep strokes, resting his forehead on yours, nose nuzzling yours with each thrust.

You felt so full and he fit perfectly in you, stretching you just right, he made your body sing for him while he was moving in and out of you. 

He lets go of your wrists to cradle your head while his other hand slowly sneaks up from holding your hips to cupping your breast. You can finally touch him as you please, your hands roam his muscular torso, nails digging in teasingly before you find yourself holding him by his nape and with an arm circling his back.

Alfie steals another kiss, that’s too short for your liking so you chase his lips after he starts to part from you. He chuckles and leans back down to deepen the kiss, slowing the pace of his thrust as he makes love to you tenderly and the lazy strokes settle into the same rythm as his tongue seeks yours.

Palming your breast and rolling your nipple has you lightly moaning for him that intesifies when he starts to roll his hips with each push and pull, putting pressure on your clit as he easily slides his lenght in you. Again and again, he puts more strenght to the snaps of his hips until your legs start to tremble and your body goes rigid with the force of your sudden orgasm.

He fucks you through it, not caring for the marks you claw on his back, letting you gasp for air as he bends down to take your neglected nipple between his lips. After a few fast and hard snaps he stops, accidently biting you, making your entire body jerk up and your still fluttering walls clench around him.

Grunting, he halts any movement, trying not to come just yet while he flicks your hardened bud with his tongue, soothing the pain he unintentionally caused.

Alfie rests his head on your chest, slowly caressing your sides while his still hard cock is still pulsing inside you. He tries to focus on his breathing, on your thrumming heart, anything to hold back because he greedily wanted more time with you.

The magic needs to be fed, he can feel it. The flow is like the waves of the ocean, pushing on him, sweaping into him and with the pull back it takes the energy you created and it needs more.

He rolls around with you, for a moment you are still plastered over him, then he encourages you to move your hips, guiding your movements by his hold on your waist.

Fucking up into you, he demands a faster pace and you moan loudly as you ride him. Rolling your hips and digging your nails into his chest as you quickly build up to your high again.

Alfie grunts as you start to clench around him. Sitting up abruptly, he rearranges your legs to hug him closer and in this new position makes it harder for both of you to move but it gives more intimacy to your connection. 

You can no longer ride him properly, he’s still in control of your movements but all he does is make you grind against him. He is determined to make you come again before he is finished.

Giving more momentum to the way he slightly lifts up, he leans back a bit, finding a new angle again that elicits a broken whimpering scream out of you and a few moments later you shatter in his arms, pulling him along the edge this time.

He claims your lips again as he pumps you full of his cum. His seed overflowing and dribbling between you but you are so lost in his embrace that you don’t pay attention to the mess. The kiss is deep and desprate, like he wants to drown you in his affection.

Panting, he pulls away and basically collapses in exhaustion. His tired eyes still on you, hand keep roaming your body while you enjoy the moment.

Something occurred to you just then. He didn’t kiss the others. It was intense and focused rounds of performance. This? This still had that intensity but it was somehow gentle too. So gentle that it made your heart ache with the yearning you had for him.

Suddenly, the dark spell broke and disappeared without a trace. No matter how lost you were in each other, you noticed this, frozen on the spot. It took you all a long moment to figure out what happened. 

The purpose of the hex, that was looming over you, was to kill. There is only one thing that can chase away death like that. Life.

Alfie looks at you with a wide-eyed expression at first, gaze softening and a small smile forming on his lips as his hand was slowly sliding down from your neck, between the valley of your breasts, where he could feel how your heart was still racing. He stopped by your stomach, his palm rested there as you both processed the meaning of all this.

His reaction mirrored yours with the rest of the shock turning into tentative joy. Alfie laughed quietly before he pulled you into a searing kiss.

The girls smiled, happy for you with only a bit of sadness mixed with their joy because they knew something you didn’t. It wasn’t just fascination on his part, Alfie loved you. And he finally had you all to himself so it was time for them to move on too.

He loved them too, each in a different way, but he was never so ridiculously in love before. Not until he met you. 

You were his, he knew it then and time only confirmed his belief but he didn’t want to push you into something you didn’t want. So he was as patient as he could manage to be while remaining persistent, assuring you whenever he could that you would be enough. Only you.

The irony of all this is that it was happening because Marigold was jealous. Of the other three girls, sure. But more and more of this bitter energy was directed at you. 

Alfie never denied his attraction to you. 

However, he reassured her that he was not indifferent towards her either. But the green-eyed monster had its claws deep in her and she inadvertently brought her worst fears to reality.

None of that matters to Alfie anymore. 

In that moment, there is only you and he would cherish this for as long as you’d let him. He would call you his with pride and would only hope that he could make you happy for the rest of your lives.

flowers meaning:  Sage - wisdom, immortality Marigold - grief, jealousy Jasmine (white) - sweet love, amiability Violet - watchfulness, modesty, faithfulness Ivy - affection, friendship, fidelity Daisy - innocence, loyal love, “I’ll never tell”

[delusional-angel]

a replaced!mc au pt. I 〚Libertas perfundet omnia luce.〛

"Freedom will flood all things with light."

This work was inspired by the writings of @pen-ink-therapy and @wafermelons who both opened my mind to angst and how cathartic writing and consuming it can be.

part duo

Imagine an alternate universe where the seven avatars who've come to love the MC with everything they have, reject them for another. They were demons all along, cursed to be ruled by their sins for eternity. Finding the strength long buried within themselves, MC will begin a new journey and the brothers will lose what can't be replaced.

Warnings: mental abuse, emotional abuse, acts of violence, body shaming, bullying, suicidal ideation, poor mental health, angst, mentions of familial death.

Note: There will be n/sfw and yandere content in future installments because I am a ✨ w h o r e ✨

You had never realized how long the trek from RAD to the House of Lamentation was until you had to walk it alone. You ambled along in no particular hurry, your steps deliberately slow to put more time between you and your destination. The atmosphere matched the isolation you felt with a slightly damp breeze chilling your bones through your thick uniform and the cold from the cobblestone streets penetrating your shoes. The silence was deafening without chatter filling the empty spaces, so much so that your ears were ringing.

Why were you walking alone? It was a death march where you were forced to go on or be left in the dirt because in your heart you knew that no one would turn back for you.

It was embarrassing, really. Something you would never dare admit to anyone you respected like Solomon, Simeon, and sure as fuck not Barbatos or Diavolo. You had politely declined Solomon’s invitation to walk home together because a part of you worried that it was out of pity. He had seen the strain between your and the brothers’ relationship and you didn’t want him to know to what extent the rift had grown. You didn’t want him to see you at your lowest. You couldn’t stand to see the disappointment you had grown accustomed to reflected in his eyes.

You declined his invitation, feeling ungrateful and even more ashamed, and stayed behind at RAD only leaving when enough students had cleared campus. Then, you would slowly walk home with a pathetic hope in your heart and burning shame on the back of your neck because you hoped with all of your being that someone would notice you weren’t there. Four months ago, someone or a whole group of the brothers would find you on your way back, flustered and worried when they didn’t find you at home yet.

“What took ya so long? I thought ya had already left without me, and then I get home and Beel’s sittin’ by the door like an overfed puppy waitin’ for ya to get back!” Mammon has his hands on his hips, but melts when you smile.

“What have we told you about staying behind? If there’s anything you need, be sure to tell me, sweetie, and I’ll rendezvous with you anywhere.” Asmo gives a conspiratorial wink as if Mammon and Levi weren’t there at all.

Levi huffs, trying to catch your attention, “We have to get snacks for movie night. If we miss the sale for the limited Ruri-pop snacks I’ll never forgive you.” He says this, but he’s already striding towards you and taking your hand with a spontaneous burst of confidence before he loses his nerve.

You once wanted them to stop worrying so much. Nothing bad could ever happen to you when you had them, and you did everything you could (when you weren’t being so reckless) to soothe their nerves.

But now? You missed those suffocating days.

They didn’t notice when you were gone, and if they did, they didn’t even bother to shoot a text. You promised yourself for the last time—really meaning it this time, you swear—that this would be the last time you made your slow walk home in the hopes that someone would come for you. This hope was going to kill you. You could feel it.

Oh no, you were almost there. Your chest was tight, and it was getting harder and harder to breathe. Your lungs were trying to expand, but something was constricting them. You broke out into a cold sweat and your fingertips became ice cold and numb. A weight pressed down onto your shoulders and your vision went spotty. Not now, not here, please don’t have a panic attack. Just get inside, get upstairs, and please breathe.

You stood on the porch, gathering any courage you could find and took the ornate knob in your hand. You couldn’t even feel the icy brass in your numb hand. Twisting softly, as slowly as possible to avoid the tell-tale click that would echo in the foyer and alert your presence, you held your breath. You had found in the four months of growing isolation that going unnoticed was far easier on your heart than being ignored, and you prayed that you could get to your room without being heard or seen, because if you weren’t being ignored you were being—

You opened the heavy door just a bit to slip inside and, in that gap, you saw Danielle perched at the bottom of the stairway like she was waiting for something.

You couldn’t hate her even if you wanted to. Your eyes involuntarily softened as you took her in. If you two had met on earth, you knew that you would’ve been drawn to her and her light. Some people gave off a glow and brightened every room they entered without needing to say a word and she was one of them. A gentle nature paired with a fun personality and a taste for adventure made her hard not to love. Despite everything, you still wanted to be her friend, but you had to stamp those feelings down because you weren’t allowed to be in the same room as her. It was almost like they didn’t deem you fit to breathe the same air as her.

When you had been allowed to speak to her, before they realized how lovely she was and monopolized all of her time—when she could come to your room and stay for a few minutes before she was whisked away with a sneer from a demon—you really got along. She laughed at your jokes with an open-mouthed authenticity you hadn’t seen her do with the brothers. You had liked the same things and had friendly debates on things you disagreed on like you had known each other for years. She told you of her time traveling with a military family. The sights she had seen and the people she met who shaped her into who she was today.

What happened to you wasn’t her fault. However, that made what they did to you hurt even more. They weren’t forced to treat you that way.

It was a choice.

Danielle jumped from her spot and gingerly dashed to you, trying to avoid making the floorboards creak beneath her. Her eyes were alert and anxious, hands held out to push you back out of the front door, her words as hushed as possible but conveying an urgency that made your muscles begin to seize, “You have to go—.”

“MC.” The voice that could silence a room full of buzzing demons and hellspawn spoke your name in a way reserved for inconveniences, “Come here. Now.”

It was Lucifer. You and Danielle stared into each other’s eyes. You felt like you were going to throw up and the sweats were back in full force now. Her hands were still gently pressed against your shoulders as she had frozen too. Her pupils trembled and her lips were drawn into a tight line, but she was the first to move. Exhaling and dropping her hands, she moved to your side and stood shoulder to shoulder with you. She steadied her back resolutely and clasped your hand in her own, locking your fingers together in solidarity.

“I’m not letting you go alone.” She said softly, but with an unshakeable resolve.

The panic came back, though. If she was with you, they would think you were using her as a shield. 'She was too nice, of course she would defend you,' they would say. 'You’re low using such a sweet girl like that, MC. Can’t you take responsibility for anything? What are you so scared for?'

Because you were killed at least once, and you could be killed again any day but you couldn’t say that out loud.

You couldn’t do this. You barely worked up the nerve to get to the front door and now you were—! Why couldn’t they just leave you alone? You completely regretted wanting to be noticed. You should’ve been careful what you wished for.

Danielle felt you standing still as a statue beside her and turned to look at you. You stared ahead into the distance and your breaths were shallow. To her you looked like you were going to battle and she couldn’t deny that feeling. “One step at a time, MC. I’m with you.” She whispered in your ear and took one furtive step while still clasping your hand.

It would be much worse if you kept the avatar waiting. Not even Danielle’s radiant presence could save you then.

You both entered the kitchen where Lucifer decided to lambaste you today. He sat at the dining table, one leg crossed over the other and a hand atop a pile of papers. Beel stood at a corner with his back facing the scene, adding toppings to a mountain of a sandwich. Somehow, he felt Danielle’s presence and tilted around a bit to greet her, “Welcome home, Danielle.” His eyes didn’t even glance in your direction though your eyes searched for his. You hadn’t expected for him to block you out. To his credit, he was the last one who turned against you, holding out for an entire week even.

You pulled yourself from the mournful thoughts because you had more pressing matters at hand. You could feel Lucifer’s glare on you but couldn’t meet his eyes. Maybe if you kept your head down you could fade away. He observed your and Danielle’s hands clasped together, well…her hand was holding yours, but you still couldn’t feel your fingertips to return the gesture. All you could feel was your palm sweating against hers. He glanced up into her eyes, a silent question in his own, but her brows furrowed as she frowned in response.

He turned his attention back towards you, a harder edge to his glare and words after seeing Danielle choose your side. He lifted a sheaf of papers from the pile and asked a simple question, his tongue working over the words as if it was so simple that even a toddler could answer.

“Do you know what these are?” You looked up with your head still bowed slightly, not having the courage to expose your entire face in the light. You squinted slightly at the white sheets and blank spaces. They looked like school assignments, but why were they…?

“Don’t make me repeat myself again.”

Danielle’s hand gripped yours tighter and you could feel a slight tremor from her arm pressed against your own.

Your tongue felt numb, your syllables clumsy making you feel more incompetent by the second, “I-I…Those l-l-look like…” You took a shaky breath. Compose yourself. You just need to say one sentence. Just one simple answer and maybe you can just be silent and take the verbal lashing. “Those l-look like school—” your voice slurred, and you pronounced ‘school’ oddly, but you forced yourself to continue. “look like school papers…” your voice dropped into a hush around the end. You sounded like a vulnerable child about to receive punishment for acting naughty, but you were an adult god damn it! Why were you made to feel this way?

“Very good.” A cold smile that didn’t meet his eyes, tone dripping in sarcasm and venom ready to inject into your veins. “Now, would you enlighten me as to why they’re incomplete?”

Your eyes widened and you went rigid. If you made a move your muscles would scream bloody murder as now you were suffering a full body muscle spasm brought on by your anxiety. Fight, flight, freeze or faint.

“Some papers were half completed, but turned in. Then, they stopped being touched at all. So, tell me, MC: Why do you choose to shame me in front of Lord Diavolo by showing your complete disregard towards his program and goals?”

Your mind went blank, but fragmented thoughts were racing at the same time. You tried to keep up with work, but then you couldn’t finish. And then, the assignment deadlines would pass and it would be too late to turn them in. You quickly lost your resolve to even try, because even if you tried your best, it wasn’t good enough. You couldn’t do anything right.

Danielle interjected when she could tell that your mouth went dry. “They’re doing the best they can, Luci.”

“But their best isn’t good enough!” His roar ripped through the air and blasted against you both. Danielle’s knees almost buckled and now you were bracing yourself against her to keep her upright.

His exclamation brought an audience. Levi came to the door with a scowl on his face, “Can’t you yell at them somewhere else? A raid is about to start!”

Somehow, Satan had moved to the kitchen with his nose buried in a book. You had realized his pretentious ass feigned reading when he was really just eavesdropping. He had to maintain an image of sophistication masking his actual pettiness at all times.

Mammon sauntered in with the widest grin on his face. He looked to you and then Lucifer and then back to you again. He was practically glowing in satisfaction when he gave you a thumbs up, “It’s nice ta have Lucifer yellin’ at someone else for a change. Nice goin’, human!” It was always ‘human’ nowadays, just like when you first got here. You think he forgot your name.

“Enjoy it now, Mammon.” Said Asmo. “That one won’t be here to always take away Lucifer’s attention.” He smiled sweetly, but gasped when he saw Danielle beside you. That smile became a sneer when he saw your hands. He held out his own and hurriedly beckoned to her like you were contagious. “Come here, darling. You don’t want to waste your time here with the same old, same old.”

Danielle nearly balked, but she turned her attention back to Lucifer. “You’re being too harsh. MC has been—”

Lucifer raised his hand to silence her and massaged his temples like you were bringing on a migraine. “Apparently I haven’t been harsh enough. If this mere mortal feels that they can skate by without consequence and smear my reputation with their ignorance, I have not been harsh enough. That was my failing as their better.” He sighed but straightened himself up into the pinnacle of authority he had always been. His back straight and eyes now trained on you and you alone. “So, what do you think I should do with you, human?”

You unconsciously tucked your chin like a frightened child. You stared at the marble floor, but mentally you were miles away where no one could touch you. You had to remove yourself from the situation because if you took it all in, you would break into a million pieces and never be fixed. You managed to turn your ears off a bit to dull the banter from the sidelines into a soft buzz.

You shouldn’t have done that.

You were brought back to the present when a gloved hand clamped around your jaw and raised you head so high your neck ached and popped. His thumb and fingers pressed into you, putting pressure on your teeth, and bruising your skin and gums. Despite it all, your lips were the only things that could move as they trembled.

“Look at me when I am speaking to you.” Please don’t look into his eyes because if you do, you’ll truly break down, and it’ll be pathetic and it’ll be the last ounce of dignity you have being shattered against the floor. You’ll burst into tears and you’ll never stop, but if you don’t meet his eyes now, you feel that he’ll break your jaw in his grip.

Your eyes darted up, intending a quick glance but when you saw those red eyes directly for the first time in months it hit you at full force. Distaste and revulsion were the first emotions you could feel rolling off of him in waves. You had always been in tune with their feelings, but recently, you had prayed you could stop being so aware. Being blissfully ignorant could have saved you so much damage.

Brilliant hellfire eyes stared you down and took your breath away. He was trying to find something, but you could feel the realization hit him, and disappointment wash over his features.

He nearly whispered but his voice had a quality that carried so that everyone could hear him, “To this day, I do not understand what possessed me to choose you. All for some angelic blood so diluted over millennia that there’s nothing of value left.”

That’s what broke you.

He shoved your face away in disgust and you managed to straighten your neck before you got whiplash. A thick sob tore from your throat and hiccups became pained wails as you bowled over with your forehead pressed against the cool marble tiles. Now that it started, you couldn’t stop. Wails became choked sputters and then you began to hyperventilate. You needed to breathe! You were gasping with all you had, greedily gulping like a suckerfish, but nothing was going down. Lack of air caused lightheadedness and you swayed on your knees.

Your eyes were open, you knew they had to be, but salty tears and technicolor blurs obscured your vision, compounding the nausea building its way up inside of you. You couldn’t breathe and if you threw up you felt you’d suffocate and drown. Your throat tried to reject whatever the nausea was trying to expel from within you, but you hadn’t eaten anything of substance in so long that you merely dry heaved pathetically. You didn’t have to look up to see the complete revulsion from the demons standing above you.

“Gross~ I didn’t know normies could make those sounds.”

“It’s like they’re hacking up a hairball.”

“I hope Danielle can’t do anything like that.”

“Don’t be crazy! Of course not!”

The words make it even worse, but please block it out. You have to hold on. This panic attack was unlike any you had ever felt and not only were you physically bracing yourself, but you were also trying to hold on to your mind with trembling hands. You were going over the edge, and you were the only one who could grab your hand and save you from the fall.

You had seen mental breakdowns before. Even if the person survived there would be something off in their eyes. They could recover, but they would never be the same and you couldn’t risk losing yourself. You were the only you that you had.

Four months. Four months could undo a year of hard work. A year of baring your soul and trusting your heart to them. If they didn’t kill you, you just might.

“MC, please!” Danielle was kneeling beside you. How long had she been there? You hadn’t noticed. “Listen to my voice.” She placed her hands over your mouth, firm but gentle. “You have to breathe slowly. Breathe through the gaps in my fingers.” She had to sidle over to wrap an arm around you in your hunched over position.

“What are you doing, Danielle?” a bewildered exclamation came from someone, “What if they throw up on you?” That was their main concern.

“Breathe deeply into your diaphragm and hold it, okay? Ten seconds, that’s all you have to do.” She spoke softly over your shoulder, and you tried to follow her instructions. Shallow breaths wracked your frame, but you tried to stabilize for her. You didn’t want to waste her kindness.

Polished dress shoes stood in front of you, signaling who towered over you. You didn’t have to look up to see his face. You knew.

“You can only manipulate someone so much until you’ve exhausted your welcome, MC.” He dropped the papers over you, “Aren’t you tired of inconveniencing others? I believe we’ve all been very hospitable towards you. All things considered.”

You turned your head just slightly to look towards the counter nearest the refrigerator. Beelzebub still stood there with a slice of bologna hanging from his mouth. His eyes met yours and he held your gaze for a few seconds before turning away. In a matter of seconds he had deemed it all too much to deal with and you not worth the effort. Family came first and you weren't on the same level. Not anymore. Probably never.

You gave a final exhale as you pressed your forehead against the tile once more. You knelt in a humiliating prostration at the feet of one of the most powerful demons as a fellow human had her hand over your mouth, instructing you how to breathe.

It was almost funny.

“Go to your room and finish all of these assignments. Don’t even think of coming for dinner as I don’t want to see your miserable face.” He looked down his nose at Danielle but couldn’t muster any anger towards her. “It would be beneficial for everyone.”

‘Beneficial like when you lied to your brothers and kept one trapped in an attic because you didn’t want to admit how fucked your family was to your boss? Like how you claim to care about your family but you wag your tail like a bitch in heat whenever anyone even says Diavolo's fucking name? You hide behind your role as a 'dutiful aid' to 'his highness,' but you’re truly just a fucking coward.’ you thought, and it shocked you how it came so smoothly. You never allowed yourself to criticize them before so where was this coming from?

You whispered to Danielle, “You should go.” It could get worse if you took up anymore of her attention and you could feel the claws coming out.

“See!” Asmo exclaimed, “MC’s so ungrateful that they don’t even want your attention so just come with us, okay?” He extended his hand again and after giving one final glance towards you she reached out to him. If Asmo was rejected in favor of another, it would not bode well for all parties involved.

“To your room. Now.” Lucifer kicked up dust, maybe involuntarily, maybe intentionally as he left you where you were.

You could hear shuffling. Several pairs of feet moving away and circling the girl like a caged canary that brought them so much joy. You were left with the silence and once again your ears began to ring.

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Back in ‘your’ room tucked off of the kitchen, you sat at the desk with your eyes closed. This wasn’t your room. You had been made aware that you were merely inhabiting a space here in the brothers’ home on the Demon Lord’s orders. Nothing more. While you were merely a guest, they had refurbished and given Danielle a room upstairs so that she could be closer to them. She noticed the inequality, so you told her you liked having a quiet little spot. She pretended to believe you.

Your head still spun, but you were feeling better as you held on to the little peace you had. The small act of defiance. That comeback you had for Lucifer invigorated you although you kept it locked tight in your head. When had you ever truly rebelled? When you found the attic room and freed Belphegor so that he and his oldest brother could reconcile? When you risked your life—and died—for their sakes?

You always played nice, but at what cost?

Your identity.

Your self-worth.

When was the last time you put yourself first? Maybe a little before you first met the brothers, and then self-preservation came secondary to fixing their plethora of identity crises and daddy issues.

You were truly at your lowest point in life, you could feel it. The emotional turmoil transformed into physical pains that crushed your lungs and strained your heart. An incessant throb wracked your brain and shuffled already scattered thoughts. Freezing cold hands wouldn’t stop trembling and the lights in this room felt too bright. This was the worst you had ever felt down in the devildom, and none of the demons under your pact came to console you. You could feel traces of them in the pact marks that only glowed when you called for them, but you felt nothing coming back from their end. You knew for a fact that they could tell when you were sad and hurting—they had always broken down the door to get to you before you even realized you were sad—but not anymore. The throb in the back of your head dulled when you realized they were ignoring it all. Like muffling a ringing phone beneath a pillow, they would stifle your psychic calls until they stopped coming.

Your D.D.D vibrated in your pocket, catching you completely by surprise. You paused for a moment, not knowing what to do with it, but you gingerly plucked it from your pocket and slowly raised it to your face to look at the notification. From the Solomon, Luke and Simeon group chat.

Solomon: MC? Did you get home safely? I was waiting for your ‘I’m home’ text or call and it’s already been 15 min.

Simeon: Lokw os

Simeon: Luke os bry

Simeon: Luke is vry

Solomon: ‘Luke is very angry with me for not walking you home and he’s refused to speak to either of us until you call him and let him know that you’re safe.’ Did I get all of that, Simeon?

Simeon: （*’∀’人）♥

Solomon: Luke, I can tell you’re reading in the chat.

Solomon: Your leaving just proved it.

Solomon: sigh…MC…Please just let me know where you are. We’re worried about you. We always have been.

Simeon: MC, please remember what I told you. I’ve never forgotten.

Luke: （＊〇□〇）……！

Solomon: I agree, Luke. Maybe he’s using talk-to-text? But that’s beside the point. MC, we’re giving you 45 minutes to respond, and if you don’t, we’ll come get you ourselves. Luke is still pouting in the corner.

Luke has left the chat.

What the hell… When did the tears stop? You touched your cheek to find that the tear tracks had dried and a hesitant smile traced your lips. Even when you had been at your lowest… They had always been watching you. Remember what Simeon had said?

He had asked for you to meet him in the art classroom after school had ended. He leaned back against the drying rack and the flowing sheer curtains fluttering around him in the evening breeze was a sight to see. When he noticed you enter, a gentle smile tinged with regret graced his features. Everything he did took your breath away, even after knowing each other for over a year.

“I’m glad you could make it. I was willing to wait all night.” He smiled.

“Of course, I came! I didn’t want to keep you waiting.” You shuffled in and plopped down your bag, taking a seat so he had your full attention. He must’ve had something important to say and you were worried. This was only a month into the new exchange program so you had hoped no one would notice a change in you. Silly MC, how could you evade the watch of an angel?

“I just wanted to be alone with you,” He began, finding the words to not scare you away, ���I wanted to make sure that you understand how much you mean to me.” Your eyes started to burn. You sniffled to avoid any dripping issues, but if he said anymore you wouldn’t be able to hold your emotions back.

“MC, please know that you’re never alone.” You shook your head and looked down. “I know, I know.” Agree with him now before he says anymore because if he does, you will break down and it won’t be pretty.

Dammit he wasn’t stopping.

He smoothly dropped on bended knee and carefully took your balled-fists into his hands. He looked up at you with aquamarine eyes like you were the finest jewel to him. “I cannot do anything until you ask me to. I cannot act until I am given permission. I watch and I’ve always been watching, and I’m worried for you, MC.”

You bowed your head, the tears falling into your lap. “Whenever you need or want me, even if it’s for nothing at all, please tell me. I will always be here.”

That was three months ago now, and you didn’t do it. The more time that passed, the worse things got and the more embarrassed you would be to admit all that you went through. It was also embarrassing how much it all hurt you. If only you knew that the people who cared wouldn’t pity you, but instead would be furious for your sake.

A warmth bloomed in your heart as you reread the group chat over and over. Months spanned over a year and there had always been warmth. Laughs, security, jokes and shared knowledge. Plans to meet up, discussing the fun had afterwards, learning more and more about each other when one of them couldn’t fall asleep and then a sleepy rambling Luke waking up too because he also wanted to talk to you at night. Then, him falling asleep with the D.D.D in his hand and accidentally typing more gibberish.

You were grinning now, gazing at the screen that comforted you. You needed to organize your priorities right now. Get it all out on the table, see what you needed and what you didn’t and move on from there. The love that you felt for the angels and Solomon, and even Diavolo and Barbatos couldn’t be crushed so easily, but you had also felt this way about the brothers until very recently.

You didn’t stop loving them, you were saving yourself.

One month, was simply being forgotten.

“I’m sorry, MC! I thought Levi would tell you.”

“Why did you think that? I was sure Mammon would tell!”

“I was so focused on the slots, of course I couldn’t think of anything’ else!”

With the second month, came the cold shoulder.

“You wanted to go, MC? I didn’t think that club was your scene, y’know? So many different people, I didn’t want you to get stressed out.”

“I saw the new café and Danielle was the first person I thought of. You can come next time if you want.”

“I have the worst luck when I’m with ya so I asked Danielle to come instead, and then I won like twenty racks! Ya can’t ruin this for me now!”

“It’s a more upscale restaurant and I knew that Danielle could hold her own with the affluent better than you could.”

The third month solidified your worst fears:

Mammon hit you the hardest. You noticed him beginning to pull away. You only got to hang out with Danielle a bit before the rest realized how wonderful she was. Soon, Mammon would come cozying up to her. Burying his head under her chin and wrapping his arms around her waist, begging for affection like he would do to you just a week prior. He didn’t have time for hanging out anymore, but always had plans to do something with Danielle as he nervously prepped to have some time with her.

He was always a bit money hungry, but you already knew that. However, you didn’t expect he would treat you like meat.

You found the pictures on social media. Candid photos of you whether in class or at home when you were minding your own business. None of them were risqué, but there was a voyeuristic perverted quality as a hidden camera spied on the seemingly most vulnerable human at RAD. The source led to him, and there was a fight to which he never apologized until the end. Mammon was selling photos of you to greedy buyers with unconventional interests and fantasies. The one brother who would protect you with his life was using your image to make chump change to fund his outings with Danielle.

Diavolo found out and reprimands were in order. When Lucifer scolded mammon at home, it was for being caught and he didn’t mention a single thing about your autonomy! You were scolded as well, because surely, Diavolo heard about it from the scene you made.

This was the first true betrayal.

It would get worse.

The last few times you joined Mammon and Danielle at the casino, he swore she was his lucky charm. He once kept you close, never out of arms-length because he was sure Lady Luck was guiding his hand when you were around. Now, he had Danielle blow on his dice and he won big every time. He treated you like a pestilent, sending you out of view. Danielle would try to find you in the crowd and he would lie and say you were at the slots or something. You watched from the corner as he told a bald-faced lie and notice that Danielle’s brows would knit in concern and her lips frown as she tried to search for lies. She didn’t feel right about this, but she didn’t know what she could do with his grip on her forearm rooting her in place.

The last time you went, you dressed to the nines. You were going to have fun with Danielle even if it killed you. Mammon didn’t glance or compliment you even once, but you caught her eye and she tried to keep close to you all night, keeping you near to talk even when Mammon fumed with you so close to the table as he kept her as close as possible.

He lost some and started taking shots. His temper was flaring, and you could feel static heat racing up your spine. “Would you like to dance?” Danielle stretched out her hand for yours and you took one step towards her and your shoe broke. “Told ya, they’re unlucky.” He snickered and grabbed for Danielle once more.

“I’ll help you—!” she started but you already raised a palm and told her you would be alright. You’d go ask for a spare or something. She frowned and didn’t turn away even when you disappeared in the crowd, Mammon forcing her to turn her back and pulling her into the mass of bodies on the dancefloor. You went home and crawled into bed.

Levi was always immature when it came to something he was passionate about. He didn’t like being beaten in games, but he hated when his partners weren’t up to standard.

“You’ve never even played before. Why did I let you on my team?” He whined as he saved you from an enemy. He had never been like this before. He had always been grateful when you showed interest in the things he liked and actually tried to get into them with him, but he found someone else he found more suitable.

You were having trouble aiming at a distant target and being watched so critically definitely wasn’t helping. “Come on, just shoot already!” You shot and missed at the enemy that pinned him down. His player character was shot in the head and the round ended with your team losing and the failed music track filling the room to rub it in.

He threw his arms out with a scream, just furious with the outcome and knowing it wasn’t his fault, when his knuckles clipped your front tooth. You reeled back, tears prickling your eyes and blood gushing from your mouth like a broken dam. It felt like every nerve ending in your head was exposed and screaming. Willing the tears away, you managed to force you eyes open to stare dumbly at the broken tooth in your hand.

“It wasn’t my fault! You were in the way! This wouldn’t have happened if you hadn’t lost us the match.” He sat back and crossed his arms indignantly. The Levi you knew would have tripped over himself rushing to your aid, trying to recall every medical scene from his anime that he could pull from to help you. This Levi huffed and didn’t even apologize. You had to collect your self and stumble to the bathroom to rinse off and staunch the constant flow of blood. Then, you would make your way to Purgatory Hall to ask Simeon to repair your tooth.

He looked like he had been burned.

His eyes had never widened so much, blue irises losing color and nearly becoming white as he staggered back against the wall behind him. He bit his bottom lip before gently asking questions.

“MC…”

“It was an accident.”

“I can only act if you tell me…”

“It was an accident.”

“I don’t believe you.”

“I’m sorry.”

He bonded your tooth for you in silence and you left feeling like you had betrayed him. When you returned home, no one mentioned the incident. No one had noticed and Levi hadn’t told. You stopped hanging out with him after that. If you made too much noise he would pound on your ceiling to shut up, but you could hear his enthusiastic wails all hours of the day. You began to really hate his voice.

You hated all of their voices.

Satan had always been a pretentious prick, but it couldn’t be helped because he was well read, right? Where you once had book exchanges and discussed your thoughts, he would rush through the books you lent him to return them before you could even finish one of the books he loaned you. Where he once listened thoughtfully to your opinions, his eyes glazed over waiting for you to finish. His body language and actions even started to rush you. Rolling his eyes, body facing somewhere away from you, making hand gestures to go on.

When he did respond, it was to tell you why your analysis was wrong and that you clearly missed the mark. 'You just couldn’t see the author’s true intentions and it's upsetting because it's hard to miss.' in his humble opinion. He claimed to be upset because there were so many books he wanted to share with you, but you foolishly couldn’t read the languages.

The next moment, you saw him patiently teaching Danielle the dead languages so that she could read with him.

“You just don’t get it do you?”

“I knew your limited brain capacity wouldn’t keep up, but I still hoped…”

“This isn’t worth it. Just return the book.”

You feared for your life again when you left a book you had borrowed in your desk at school. “I-I’m sorry, Satan, but I can run back to campus and get it back!” You were already putting your shoes back on at the front door, but that couldn’t save you.

“You idiot! That was one of only five copies in the three realms, and you ‘left it at school’?” He mocked your voice. “How could you handle other people’s property so lightly? How could you be so inconsiderate? Had you always been this way or was I just too blind to see it?”

He advanced towards you and you staggered back into the wall on instinct. You felt so small as your body trembled in the corner. It was an accident, but every word would only be an excuse and make things worse.

“I should’ve never let you borrow something so valuable; that was my fault, but I’ll be sure that you never make the same mistake again.” His sclera had shifted into blood red and his teeth were too big for his mouth, but you could hear every threat clear as day. You could still hear them clearly in your head whenever you were alone.

He couldn’t physically harm you due to the pacts, but he could have you hurt. An upwards palm from him had your body lifting into the air, your fingers on the wall not keeping you stationary. A sideward slash sent you spiraling into a distant wall outside of the kitchen. You crashed into it on your back. Having recently been reinforced, your body hadn’t crashed through it entirely, the wood, steel, and plaster crushing around you and cushioning your impact with jagged scraping edges. The back of your head took it hard, and your vision went white for a few painfully long seconds. Your shoulder blades caught jagged pieces. You could feel your shirt ripping and the sting of fresh cuts bleeding and mixing with the dust and insulation.

He huffed as if he had been overexerted, you could see beads of sweat on his temples. He was tense from rage he couldn’t act on and the restraint made him even angrier. “Never show yourself in front of me again!”

And you didn’t from that day forward. You were left to pry yourself from the wall, drop to the floor, and drag yourself back to your room where you lay exhausted. You never told anyone about this and certainly didn't ask Simeon to patch you up. You tried your best to disinfect to avoid infection and couldn't care about the possibility of scarring.

The wall had been repaired with no questions asked. The others joked about Satan’s anger issues being almost as expensive as “Beel’s” and that was that.

Asmodeus was the most venomous. You had always known it, but chose to focus on his inner beauty. Famous last words.

“I didn’t invite you because the clothes won’t fit you. They cater to more…” He looked thoughtfully, “A more elegant figure, you know?”

“You just don’t have the look, sweetie.”

He had once called you beautiful.

“Just look up some routines on Deviltube if you need help.” He would answer flippantly with a gesture to go away, not even looking in your direction.

Your self-care days were over.

“Oh, you’re still wearing that? I guess you could say it’s retro despite only being two season old…You do you, sweetie!”

You used the old clothes he once bought you because you didn't go shopping with anyone and didn’t know where to go. You could ask the Purgatory Hall boys but the risk of making them feel like your second choice would devastate you.

“Are you sure you want to eat that, MC?” you had grown used to his saccharine concerns as a sheer shroud over malicious intent. He gazed at you up and down before pouting in thought.

“I’m just worried about you,” he continued, “You’ve been getting a little…how do I say it?” He touched his temple in thought and as if a lightbulb lit over his head, he gleefully grabbed nonexistent fat around his mid-section and pretended to squeeze at it.

“You’re getting a little round around here. I’ve noticed your uniform is getting tighter, honey. You’ll have to get new measurements done at the school store.” He giggled coquettishly.

He found you alone in the kitchen rummaging the bare pantry where you found an open box half-filled with stale crackers. That would be your dinner and you were grateful for it.

Despite not having a meal in so long, you tended to bloat from water being your only food. You could get a pack of crackers from school sometimes if you could get to the vending machines and it was always a blessed day when Luke found you and forced you to share his lunchbox.

Not having eaten something with substance in so long, however, would make you sick in a few bites and have you holding back vomit until you could sneak to a bathroom. You hoped Luke didn’t think it was his cooking, so you started disappearing around lunch time. There was no food to pack a lunch at home and no food was ever saved for you. You couldn’t have breakfast or dinner because Satan would be there, Beelzebub would eat your plate no matter how early you arrived, and Asmodeus seemed to take a sick interest in watching you eat.

“I’m just trying to help you be a better you.” He said, “I know it’s hard work, and you may feel it’s hopeless, but even you could polish yourself, you know?”

You stared at him as pain built behind your eyes. There was so much you could say, but if you tried to open your mouth the dam would break. You kept the crackers and went to your room. “Good talk, by the way!” He called after you.

You hope he chokes.

Beelzebub considered himself a silent protector, but he was simply a bystander to it all. You once worked out together, attended all of his games, and he even dedicated his wins to you even when you told him it was all his hard work. Now, he changed his workout times like he was avoiding you and didn’t keep to the routines you two made. He never had time and didn’t invite places. You used to run errands together and now, he said you couldn’t come, or he just plainly didn’t want you there.

How did this happen?

He stopped inviting you to games, stopped reserving tickets so that you could see him as close as possible in his glory. Those seats were reserved for Danielle and you had to feign disinterest in sports so she wouldn’t feel bad. You fell out of the school spirit scene.

He passed you by in the hallways both at home and school, and he stopped trying to hold himself back from gobbling your food. It was now him glancing at your taken aback expression and giving a firm, “You snooze you lose.” Which everyone minus Danielle thought was so hilarious.

You realized you were food soon after.

You were awakened by a crunching. Snaps and crunches drew your attention to a large and dark figure huddled over the vanity. This mass was darker than black and you had no problem finding it in the gloom. “So hungry…” It groaned and you knew who it was. “Beel.”

His head whipped around, eyes flashing in the dark like a beast’s. Yellow and glowing in the dark room, this startled you and you immediately flicked on the bedside lamp. He held old jars of creams and unused makeup and other things you stopped giving a shit about. Lipstick tubes were hanging from his maw and his eyes were glazed over, as he was concerned with one thing and one thing only. “Beel, you’re sleepwalking.” “So hungry…”

You huffed, and moved to get up so you could gently steer him to the kitchen. You startled when you noticed he was so close and already looming over you. His expression hadn’t changed. “So hungry…” The groan was now a growl. “Beel, please wa—!” His hand, so large and hot, was gripping your forearm in a second. He squeezed and wrenched it upward and towards his gaping mouth. Had he always had rows of sharp teeth?

“Beel, stop!” And he froze. His eyes were still blank, but he followed your command. “Let me go and get out of here!” Your shrieks alerted the rest of the house as they all shambled in to see what was disturbing the rare night of them all being asleep at once. “What is the meaning of this, MC?”

“Beel, get out and don’t come back!” He released your hand and was already mindlessly shuffling from the room, the brothers sending him worried looks as he retreated.

“I will have an explanation, MC.” Lucifer was in your face and standing at full height like his presence was enough to earn some obedience from you. You had used your pact for once, and felt reassured for the first time in so long that you didn’t recognize what it felt like.

“He was trying to eat me.” You responded gruffly, glaring up at him and over the bullshit.

He looked taken aback at your direct stare, but quickly frowned harshly. “That’s what he does. He sleep eats.” He acts like he’s explaining something to a child, but you’re only getting angrier.

“That doesn’t give him the right—”

“You’re merely prey to him!” He booms before you can bring up a very valid point and the words die on your tongue. He must have authority at all times, and he will force it from your hands before he loses it to a mere human.

He turns to the remaining brothers sans Beelzebub and Belphegor who was still asleep. No one had come to your defense and Danielle tended to sleep in headphones so she hadn’t heard you.

“Everyone back to your rooms,” he called to them, signally that this little thing was over. He turned to you with a withering look before he left you in silence again, “I will not have another disturbance from you.”

The door slammed shut behind him.

Could you ever have truly trusted Belphegor?

Once forgiven and you saving his relationship with his brothers for a second time, he clung to you like the most spoiled child with a sadistic streak. He delighted in monopolizing your time and keeping you close so he could nestle into you during his hour long “naps” no matter what you had to do. It was suffocating and he had never apologized for anything he had done—ever—but you lived with it. Even found comfort in the quiet that came lying near each other when you needed some time to think or not think at all.

But then, he found a new toy. One he didn’t break.

He didn’t have time for you, he didn’t make room for you. You were a pestilence that ruined everything you touched. Soft smiles and fingertips lightly brushing together beneath the dinner table vanished and now you were perfect for bouncing jokes off of. He figured himself a comedian with his dry humor.

Wanting your pillow back, you carefully ascended the attic, feeling like you were entering a lion’s den every step of the way. He was curled up with a sleeping Danielle, but his eyes opened on you as soon as you got close enough.

“Um, hi, Belphie.” You stopped where you stood and fiddled with your hands. You had to hurry before you lost his attention, but get your point out carefully so he wouldn’t feel attacked. “I just wanted to know if I could have my pillow back?”

He rolled his eyes and turned his back to you, getting more comfortable against Danielle before he would fall asleep. “I threw it away.” He said, “’Had a bad smell. Didn’t smell like Danielle.”

He curled against her neck. “Get out, I’m trying to sleep.”

You left.

Something that you never expected—who were you fucking kidding?—you didn’t expect any of this shit to happen. You just wished it hadn’t happened.

One morning, you were awakened out of a dead sleep you hadn’t known you took. You were wearing your clothes from the day before and your homework lay on the desk undone. The lights had been left on and you lay atop the covers instead of under them.

“Wha—?” You couldn’t even slur with your dry mouth. Lucifer had the task of shaking you awake. The disdainful curling of his lips not being lost to your bleary eyes.

“W-What happened?” You asked before he could turn away.

“Belphie put you to sleep before we went out last night.” He answered matter-o-factly.

Your mouth opened and you had to force sound to come out before he left, “Wh-Why? Did he use his power? Wh-Why did he put me to sleep?” Your voice sounded pathetic but you felt pathetic.

“Because we were all going out last night and we didn’t want you asking questions. Annoying questions like now. I was wise to think ahead.” A small self-satisfied grin lit his features before sharp eyes lowered to you again, looking down his nose at you.

“Now get ready for school. I will not allow you to miss a day of class no matter what. There is only so much shame you can bring me, and escape unscathed.”

You had really lost your autonomy here.

You shook your head. Lucifer wasn’t even worth remembering. It was almost as if his existence was the root of all suffering. You blew air through your teeth, feeling a calm wash over you. You pulled up the PH group chat and found your thumb moving on its own.

MC: Hi, guys. I’m sorry it took so long, but I’ll be coming to visit soon whether you like it or not! I haven’t felt this good in so long. I really miss you all.

You grinned and one single tear flowed down your cheek. They did make you so happy.

Luke: You didn’t call me, but I forgive you!

Simeon: (*≧∀≦*)

Solomon: ☜(˚▽˚)☞

Luke: MCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCC!

Luke: I’ll be waiting, the cupcakes are cooling now! We can decorate together! (❁´▽`❁)*✲ﾟ*

MC: I can’t wait to see you guys. See ya in a few!

Locking the screen you stood up and stretched your aching body. Everything hurt, but it wasn’t unpleasant. It felt more like weakness was leaving the body. You grinned, 'Oh my gosh, am I becoming some kinda pervert?' You shook your head playfully. Your dry hair swished around you and you looked into the mirror for the first time and truly saw yourself. Tapping a brittle fingernail against glass, you gazed at the combination dry/oily skin and anxiety-induced acne on the person before you. They stared back as if they were waiting for you to say what they’ve been needing to hear from you.

“We’ve gotta get you some self-love, bitch.” You smiled at the person smiling back before grabbing some toiletries and heading to the bathroom. You deserved a hot shower and a deep condition.

You wore a facial cleanser as you styled your hair over the dusty vanity you hadn’t touched since that night. You were looking better already, as if you were reborn or something. Love was overflowing from your heart and you were practically glowing. ‘Could this be Simeon’s influence?’ You smiled as you thought back to him. There was so much you two had to discuss, but firstly, you would hold onto him and never let him go.

You wore the clothes you were wearing when you had arrived in the devildom for the first time. Not the things Asmodeus had bought you. They weren’t you and never had been. You didn’t need to conform to Devildom standards and sure as fuck not his. You hadn’t been friendly to yourself in a long time, and you needed to start now. The clothes fit like a glove and as you gazed at yourself in the full-length mirror you avoided from Asmodeus’s influence, you had no idea what he was talking about. ‘The twink’s got bad taste.’ You thought as you turned around to get a look at your ass. You hadn’t been working out since you lost a gym buddy, but you could still get it.

You were doing something that would mark the end of the dream turned nightmare with the demon brothers of House of Lamentation. You packed a school bag of only the most valuable things which weren't much. You weren’t bringing anything linked to this house, even a toothbrush. You were going to have to pick something up from a store and borrow the rest from your new roomies you were going to impose on. You didn’t need to think hard about what you would bring.

A teddy bear that came in a matching pair with Luke’s. A beautiful and delicate teacup with matching spoon and saucer gifted from Barbatos that was too precious you hadn’t removed it from its box since the day you received it. A matching friendship bracelet with Diavolo. He secretly wore his beneath his sleeves every day and would playfully flash it whenever he caught your eye. It looked pretty juvenile with its colorful woven strands and bronze charms but it was yours and had both your initials in it. Lastly, was a pashmina you swore was softer than any cloud in the sky. Simeon had wrapped it around you one chilly day, stating he had brought it from the Celestial realm just for you. He made you feel so special.

Just one more thing and you could leave. Walk straight out of the front door with dignity and never look back. You dug into the underwear drawer for something you had brought from home that made you feel grounded. No matter where you were, you were never truly alone because you had your grandmother’s ring. This ring was proof that she had lived and loved you. No matter where her soul was, she always loved you and you would never stop loving her. Holding this ring in your trembling palm got you through many panic attacks, and not being able to find it amidst the underwear and socks was quickly bring up another one.

“No, no, please be there…” you whimpered when you couldn’t find it no matter how frantically you searched. You froze. Traces of yellow aftereffects lead from the drawer, so feint you would’ve missed them. That greedy motherfucker. You leaned back on your heels and sucked in a breath through your gritted teeth. Your hands gripped the edge of the drawer so hard that the wood broke and splintered in your palms. The shock brought you back, but didn’t elicit a peep from you. You looked at your palms and ripped a few splinters out with your fingers until you decided it was sufficient.

They really couldn’t leave you alone until the end, huh?

You strode to the common room with purpose. Playful chatter flowed into the hallways as you got closer and closer to the source. You normally would’ve retreated. Held your breath and ran the other way like a field mouse. Satan was in there and he had his spells where he didn’t need to touch you and Beelzebub had his hunger, and Asmodeus had his weaponized words, but that only made you angrier. Fuck that and fuck them. You strode into the room and stood where you could observe the room, looking from face to face until your eyes locked on your target.

The banter died down at your shocking presence. Danielle was the only one who visibly perked up and was already shuffling off of the couch “MC!”, evading needy hands and clambering towards you. Lucifer awoke from the shock and was rising from his seat.

“MC! I thought I told you to—"

“Mammon, have you seen my ring?”

Recognition flashed in his eyes, but he pushed it down and met you with a bored indifference and a scoff. “What ring? There's tons of rings 'round ‘ere. Ya expect me to keep up with one?” He acted as if it was such an inconvenience, leaning back in his seat and putting his feet on the ottoman and hands behind his head in mock relaxation.

You sighed. He was going to force your hand, wasn’t he? “Where is my ring?”

He was pissed that you weren’t letting this go. “I already told ya I don’t have your damn ring! Why do ya think it was me, huh?”

“Because it's always you.” You said in a monotone, staring him down like he was the biggest dumbass in the three realms.

He was up on his feet now. “How fuckin’ dare you! What does a shitty little ring matter, anyway? The band wasn’t even real gold! I didn’t even make cab fair with the thing!” His hands were up in the air in exasperation. He was in your face whining like he was the victim because he didn’t make his asking price.

“That was my grandmother’s ring and you knew that.”

“Why should I care? Yer granny's dead and what’s the point of holding on to some shitty ring? I might as well get some use outta it if it’s just gonna sit around.”

Your head tilted only slightly as an incomprehensible smile stretched across your lips. Your grandmother’s passing was still fresh in your mind while these brothers had millennia to mourn their sister. They held altars in her glory, and even a creepy little bedroom replica and you never criticized a thing. You were always the enabler, never a bad word for anyone.

Did you try to be Mother Theresa or something? The dam would break again, but it would not be your tears shed tonight.

Your eyes looked like murder and your smile foretold destruction.

“You god damned hypocrite.”

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[lorkai]

⌛ Request: Anon requested for a headcanon on how the brothers (+ the secondary characters) would react to a Child MC

⭐ A/N: First of all, the part one can be found here. Second, I dare say this headcanon was certainly more fun to write. Imagining Diavolo with a child is simply *chef's kiss*. Poor Barbatos has to be a full time nanny with these two lol

Btw Simeon and Barbatos will be posted separately because they got too big.

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Lucifer didn't know it, but having a child as an exchange student was one of Diavolo's ideas. He wanted to see how a human child would react to a new world. And you didn't really disappoint him, despite being scared and even asking to go home, you agreed to stay in Devildom when they explained everything that was going to happen and why you were there.

The prince really thinks of you as the cutest child he's ever seen. Almost like a little sibling he never had.

Diavolo knows that the challenges you will face are difficult and that Devildom is very different from the human world, so he always makes time to talk to you or play. Usually during afternoon teas. Barbatos always has that smirk when he sees the two of you interacting; Diavolo himself already a child and now he is even more so.

He loves making up stories with you and he takes them very seriously. He must care more about the stories than you do, to be honest. If you imagine that you are on a beach, then he is already making preparations for you to go to the beach and leave the castle without saying anything to Barbatos or Lucifer. Or if you imagine you are in a flowery field then you will be going to one and at the end of the game you can have a picnic there.

If you imagine a dragon, Diavolo is able to create one using magic :D

He's not good at scolding you, but if you do something he'll tell you you've done something bad and he's disappointed in your attitude. This coming from Diavolo, a demon ever so cheerful, honestly is devastating for you, for him. And a rare sight for others.

He's very busy, but he always finishes reading and signing those documents so he has some time to spend with you. But if he's especially busy, then he can send you a message saying he won't be able to show up in time for your appointment.

Honestly he spoils you a lot later. If you look at a store for more than two seconds, Diavolo is already going to buy the store and everything he has in it. The price never matters. Your room is decorated with the best quality toys, stuffed animals and magic books.

He gives you piggyback rides. Always.

If you have any difficulty with Devildom materials, the prince is more than happy to let you use the royal library or hire the best tutors out there so that you are able to learn. He might even try to teach you himself, but whenever he tries Diavolo ends up losing focus and making jokes. Don't blame him, he loves your laugh.

You have matching onesies and you always wear yours when you go to sleep in the castle.

He always lets you eat sweets during meetings, though Lucifer vehemently disapproves. He thinks the expression you make while you're eating or thinking about anything else is cute, except the topic of the meeting to which everyone has been called.

In short, you and Diavolo have a very sweet relationship. You are siblings, pillars for each other, you are there for each other and when you leave he knows he will feel a part of his heart going along with you.

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Solomon

Naturally he is the mysterious guy who will catch your eye, after all he is always in for some fun mischief. Despite that, he means well and takes care of you this year, being the person you go to to talk about human things or just to learn more about magic.

Chaotic. He will literally tease you every day, every hour and probably calls you a little gremlin. Maybe it makes you cry and he'll definitely feel guilty when it does, but that's how he is.

Despite his ways, Solomon worries about you because you're too small and too fragile. So he teaches you some very interesting spells. It is with exactly these same spells that you accidentally set fire to the kitchen of the House of Lamentation :)

Particularly, Solomon doesn't care that you're a kid. But it's a fact that he'll keep closer to you and even protect you from dangerous demons, even though he doubts anyone will actually try anything. The fact that you are friends is enough to ward off any demon that has bad intentions.

He takes you on an adventure through Devildom and lets you have contact with the creatures that live there, showing you how to tame them and how to fly on their backs. It's so fun. Until the creature tries to attack one of you, in this case, he throws you over his shoulders and runs away.

He can be shady and mysterious most of the time, but he's also a human and knows how to make good friends with you. He's your totally cool big brother who gives you ice cream for breakfast and tips on how to cheat on exams.

Some brothers play with their little siblings, but he prefers to create potions with your help. You are Ron to his Harry Potter.

He likes to grumble when you wake him up in the middle of the night to tell him you had a nightmare, but he always opens his arms and hugs you until you two fall asleep.

When the two of you return to the human world, he promises to come visit you and bring you a gift.

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Luke

Someone his age in Devildom? This angel couldn't be happier. On the very first day he comes to you with the intention of making friends because, unlike him, you are just a human and must be scared of all those people who claim to be demons. Right?

Luke can be very protective of you and always helps you with your homework. Many slumber parties are held in Purgatory Hall, but if you ask him he can go to the House of Lamentation.

He invites you to bake cakes with him or for you to play together, even if someone sees you like that he will deny that he is a child, etc etc. 

He's very good at cheering you up, being an angel he can be very empathetic and caring. And depending on your age he sees you as a younger sibling / older sibling.

He loves to tell you about angels and the Celestial Realm, he always has this peaceful smile on his face. But he also loves to hear you talk about the human world, he always wants to learn more - even if he hesitates with demons. 

He would definitely ask Archangel Michael for permission to let you go to the Celestial Realm when the exchange program came to an end and he would introduce you for the other angels. Of course he would ask permission to descend into the human world to speak to you.

You are his best friend, after all.

[misc-obeyme]

Hey its anon here who said solomon would kill us, i dont hate him, i just dont trust him,

Solomon has 72 pact demons who may or may not abuse these..he is powerful and strong, and could kill MC if we were the enemy....we dont know enough about his magic to assume he can probably change time... but he is a human... who is old and wise, however, everyone in the game is a danger to us whether intentionally or unintentionly.

Solomon is the most known prophet and king... he employes princes of hell, and demons, he may or may not have spoke to God. However MC can side with Solomon and Solomon may love us, and they can work together...

So basically MC will have to trust themselves and their gut before trusting others.

So yeah... trust and communication is the relationship between MC and solomon...One of those breaks Solomon or MC ..

Oh, anon, thank you for elaborating!

I think I was correct in my original interpretation of your ask, but then I remembered that there are a lot of people who don't like Solomon as a character. So I was questioning it lol. I can't always tell when it's a short ask like that.

Anyway, it's certainly valid that you don't trust him. We know for a fact he isn't telling MC everything he knows, considering the conversation he had with Nightbringer in 10-A. However, we have zero evidence that this is actually a bad thing. It's possible that Solomon is keeping some secrets because he as to, that he's doing it to protect MC the best he can. It's also possible that this is not the case and that he's got some ulterior motives of some kind.

But if we consider only what we've seen in the game already, which is that Solomon has always been there to help and protect, to support and to teach MC, then I think MC can trust him.

Assuming that each season is equal to one year, MC has known Solomon for four years by the time Nightbringer happens. And the third year involved spending a lot of time with him learning magic. I can't imagine that MC wouldn't be able to trust him at this point.

From a storytelling standpoint, it just doesn't make sense for Solomon to be doing anything incredibly deceitful behind MC's back. This is part of why I have the two Solomons theory. Because it doesn't make sense for the Solomon we know to hurt MC, no matter how he feels about humanity and so on. If he's keeping secrets, it's far more likely to be because he thinks it will help MC or because he promised someone else he would keep the secret.

Solomon is indeed a powerful sorcerer. They've said it in the game multiple times, that he's the most powerful human in all of history and so on. But we've never really seen him use that power for anything other than stuff like messing with his cooking and researching magical spells and what not. I would say his biggest transgression when it comes to deliberately using his power was the time he used his pact with Barbatos to force him to create a portal that would take them out of the labyrinth. We also know that he tried to fight the whole Devildom, but that was many many years ago.

OOF okay I'm getting really rambly here. I could easily write quite a bit more about Solomon, but let us not go there. My point here is that there is no evidence that Solomon would ever kill MC. I don't think that would happen in the current story.

And you know if you want to find a character who has actually threatened MC, Lucifer is right there. (And I don't think I need to bring up Belphie again...)

Anything is possible, of course. I could be completely off, but I guess we'll see how it ends up!

[jackalopesao3]

Obey Me Cast Receiving Oral HCs

Super NSFW

⛔️ Minors do not read/interact ⛔️

⚠️ 18+ only ⚠️

I don't even like giving blowjobs but here we are 🤷‍♀️ I have no idea why I felt the need to write this. I'm such a hoe for these fictional demons, a fictional angel, and a fictional sorcerer. Please put me out of my misery.

Characters: The Brothers, Diavolo, Barbatos, Simeon, and Solomon

Lucifer

💙 Likes to be in control when receiving so you will be on your knees.

💙 Sometimes he will stand and other times he will sit at his desk chair.

💙 Likes to keep a hand on your head to control your movements.

💙 Sometimes he'll just hold your head still with both hands and fuck your face.

💙 Typically doesn't get naked for them and just unzips his trousers.

💙 Lucifer isn't very expressive when receiving and stays pretty composed. He'll either just stare at whatever is in front of him or look down at you to make sure you're servicing him properly.

💙 Loves the feeling of your lips wrapping around his cock and deepthroating him.

💙 When he gets to close to release, a very faint blush will spread across his cheeks and his mouth will open just slightly in a silent pant.

💙 He lets out one breathy moan when he cums and his eyes close.

💙 Will praise you for your efforts and stroke your head as he comes down from his high.

Mammon

💛 Is a blushing mess when he's receiving.

💛 "Of course you want to pleasure the Great Mammon."

💛 Prefers you on the bed with him while he's on his back, he can hide his facial expressions better this way.

💛 He gets hot easily so his clothes always end up in a pile on the floor.

💛 Is very sensitive. Has come from just you licking and teasing underneath his head.

💛 He is a whiny, needy, drooling mess. He just looks so adorable when his breaths puff out from his reddened face.

💛 Will also keen and bite his pillow as he nears release.

💛 You may have to hold his hips still as he will start bucking his hips uncontrollably. He just gets so into it.

💛 Slip a finger into his ass and curl it while you deepthroat him and Mammon.EXE will stop working.

💛 Gets really clingy after he fills your mouth with his seed. He is super affectionate and thanks you for pleasing him.

Leviathan

🧡 Is also a blushing mess when receiving. No matter how long you've been in a relationship, he is still a shy boy at heart.

🧡 Leviathan is loud. You have to be careful when his brothers are home due to the volume of his moans.

🧡 Will totally let you go down on him while he's gaming. Has forgotten to mute his mic before though so best to remind him lest his teammates hear all those lewd noises he makes from your ministrations.

🧡 Will give you shy little praises as you suck him off. "Y/N...s-so good...aah!"

🧡 He can go either way with keeping his clothes on. If he's not gaming while you're doing it, he likes when you take your time with him and strip him of his clothes.

🧡 Despite thinking of himself as a, "yucky otaku", when you kiss down his body and praise him it makes his heart soar.

🧡 He is very sensitive, almost as much as Mammon. He will tear up from the pleasure.

🧡 He loves when you cosplay as his favorite characters during the act.

🧡 Play with his balls gently while bobbing your head up and down on his length and he will lose it.

🧡 When he gets close to climax his toes curl and he bites his lip.

🧡 Afterwards he likes to pull you close and kiss all over your face while repeatedly whispering "I love you," to you again and again.

Satan

💚 Prefers to be in control when you're going down on him and much like Lucifer, you will find yourself on your knees.

💚 Likes to be seated in a chair, clothed or unclothed it depends on his mood.

💚 If he's feeling particularly randy that day, he will collar and leash you, holding your leash as he looks down at you working so hard to please him.

💚 He loves watching your head bob up and down on his cock but he also enjoys holding your head still and fucking your face.

💚 If he has any precum on his head before you start, he will tell you to lick it off, watching intently as your tongue laps up each little bead.

💚 Will growl things like, "Right there, kitten! Don't stop!" when he's getting close. He growls in arousal, doesn't moan.

💚 Despite his almost feral growling as you bring him to the edge, he remains in control. Will keep his dick perfectly still as he empties his seed down your throat, you can feel his member throbbing against your tongue as he releases.

💚 Likes to pull you on his lap afterwards and praise you for a job well done.

Asmodeus

💗 Asmodeus loves a good blowjob, anytime and any place really.

💗 "Such a naughty little minx, aren't you, Y/N?" He'll tease you if you do it somewhere you could get caught.

💗 When the two of you are alone, he prefers that you both are naked so you can enjoy each other's bodies in all their glory.

💗 Please worship his cock and tell him how amazing it is - kiss along its length and rub his balls.

💗 He likes when you start with his tip, sucking on it softly and slowly taking more and more of him into your mouth.

💗 Is very vocal, calling out your name while he moans in ecstasy.

💗 If you're okay with it, he will take pictures of you with your lips wrapped around his cock or your tongue licking up his shaft.

💗 Kiss and suck along the underside of his member to watch him lose his mind.

💗 His moans get louder and louder as he reaches climax and he will stroke your hair as he cums, cupping your cheek as he watches you drink every last drop.

💗 He is also very cuddly and loving afterwards and will snuggle into your side.

Beelzebub

❤️ Will suggest doing a 69 with you - he loves to give and the vibrations from the moans you make around his cock.

❤️ Beel gets hot easily, so he prefers being naked when receiving.

❤️ Does get worried about you choking on his massive length and girth of his package.

❤️ Seeing your cheeks stuffed full of everything he has to offer is a big turn on though.

❤️ Despite not having control with things like food, Beelzebub is a very gentle lover and good at controlling his reactions. He's very aware of his size and strength.

❤️ He's vocal, letting out low moans and guttural growls as you work him towards release.

❤️ Insists on making you as comfortable as possible so isn't picky on what position the two of you are in.

❤️ Loves when you suck on his balls and tease them.

❤️ Will warn you when he's about to release as he typically cums a lot more than the average demon.

❤️ He will moan your name as he empties himself down your throat and thank you afterwards.

❤️ Definitely cuddles afterwards and will want to return the favor as soon as you're ready.

Belphegor

💜 Will be a pillow prince on days he's feeling particularly in tune with his sin.

💜 Just lays on the bed as you suck him off, eyes closed and letting out soft moans.

💜 Gets incredibly aroused if you tease him and will beg for release if he's in more of a sub mood that day.

💜 On other days he likes you on your back while he straddles you.

💜 Will fuck your face as you lay on the bed, in complete control of your body as he thrusts in and out of your mouth.

💜 Likes both of you to be naked when he's on top like that.

💜 Belphie has just a slight sadistic streak in the bedroom and gets turned on when you're all but choking around him.

💜 He will never hurt you though and if you show any sign of distress, he stops immediately.

💜 For either position, his tail will come out and wrap around you affectionately.

💜 When he's on his back, he whispers your name as he releases his seed into your mouth. If he's on top, he lets out a growl as he fills your throat with his cum.

💜 Is always up for cuddling after. Gets really sleepy after orgasm. Likes to nuzzle into your neck and shoulder while his arms, legs, and tail wrap around you.

Diavolo

💙 I wholeheartedly agree with the majority of the fandom that Diavolo has a huge dick so he tries his very best not to buck his hips when you go down on him for fear of hurting you.

💙 He likes to sit on the edge of the bed while you kneel between his legs so he can watch you. Diavolo absolutely adores you and loves seeing you work your little mouth around his girth and length. He always has a comfy pillow for you to kneel on so you don't feel sore.

💙 If you can't kneel, that's okay. Dia is honestly quite happy with any position. He wants his lover to be as comfortable as possible.

💙 He let's out soft moans and whines. He's definitely touched starved so he gets really into it. Don't be surprised if he lets out a deep growl and fists your hair.

💙 He loves praising you while you suck him off. He will stroke your face and hair lovingly during gentle sessions.

💙 One of his favorite things is when you make eye contact with him and the two of you exchange a loving look. He loves when all your attention is focused on him. Sometimes he will take one of your hands and lace your fingers together, giving your hand a squeeze when you lick a particularly sensitive spot.

💙 When Diavolo cums, he cums A LOT. He will warn you ahead of time and always gives you the option of swallowing. He will not be hurt in the least if you spit. He knows his load is a lot to handle.

💙 Diavolo likes to reciprocate and will happily go down on you afterwards if he hasn't already.

💙 He loves to cuddle and becomes slightly possessive post-orgasm and will hold you close to him.

Barbatos

💛 This man is not used to others doing things for him both in and out of the bedroom. He probably doesn't have a lot of time to relieve himself either as he's so busy.

💛 That being said, he prefers to sit or lay down on the bed when you go down on him. He wants to be completely relaxed so he can focus on the pleasure you're giving him.

💛  For some reason, I imagine him being slightly shy about it. You will have to ask/initiate. It's probably been a long time since he's had intimacy with anyone. Barbatos might even be a bit shy about it.

💛 He doesn't make much noise except for some small gasps when you swirl your tongue on his head just right. He may let out a few soft grunts and pants as well.

💛 Barb likes foreplay and when you take your time pleasing him. He wants to enjoy these rare moments of intimacy with you. Play with his nipples and gently bite his thighs when you're warming up. That will really get his blood pumping.

💛 He tends to stiffen up as he comes before letting out low moan and releasing all that tension. He really doesn't care if you spit or swallow. He is sure to praise you after.

Solomon

💗 Shady wizard is likely a horn dog and will let you suck him off just about anywhere. Sometimes he'll even pull his cloak around you and hide you in it while you do your thing to him.

💗 When you're alone he prefers to sit or stand so he can watch you. Will place a hand on your head and sometimes help you bob your head up and down on his length.

💗 Solomon isn't shy about telling you what he wants. He'll tell you when to suck and where to lick and will watch you as he gives you instruction.

💗 Sometimes he'll just hold your head still and fuck your face when he's feeling particularly dominant. He'll also talk dirty to you as he uses you and your mouth like a sex doll.

💗 He uses magic to soundproof the room if he wants to be loud. Definitely curses and grunts as he's getting close.

💗 If you don't want to swallow, he'll occasionally pull out and come on your face or chest. Will pat you on the head afterwards while teasing and also praising you.

Simeon

💚 Holy boy is still a horny boy at times but he is the most shy out of everyone. You will definitely have to ask and be the one to bring it up.

💚 Always makes sure the door is locked and that he has some kind of sound proofing spell up as he doesn't want anyone walking in.

💚 Even with a sound proofing spell, he's still rather quiet. Simeon will bite his wrist or muffle his cries into a pillow.

💚 Prefers to be on his back so you can't his flushed face and his blissful expression. He also wants you to be comfortable though so he will do another position if that's better for you.

💚 The underside of his shaft is pretty sensitive and he will buck his hips on reflex if you slowly trail your tongue from his balls to the underside of his head.

💚 The closer he gets to orgasm the less he cares about keeping quiet. Will moan and sigh your name as he fills your mouth with his seed.

💚 Is a little shy afterwards but also clingy. Simeon will hold you close but will blush when he makes eye contact with you.

[solomonish]

Dork Solomon Agenda

You say sexy shady sorcerer I say nerd and love of my life

Solomon is a sad lonely little man why just wants a genuine connection us that so much to ask???

No but seriously like. It's totally fine if you hc Solomon as this man-turned-lowkey-sex-god with a million succubi and more at his whim whenever he wants and would be a tough one to put the ol' ball and chain on like to each their own for sure! But that's not MY hc

(Thats not to say my hc means he doesn't ever engage in casual sex like that and wanting a genuine long term relationship at some point [or finding out thats what you want when you meet someone] are not mutually exclusive yknow)

So like Solomon isn't the type to be short with you or keep you at an arm's length (i mean...u get what I mean. Once you're close enough and all that jazz) or get annoyed by you wanting to be affectionate?? Hello??

He LOVES the little things you do (some on accident tbh). You feeling affectionate today and give him a kiss or three on his face before you leave to go to your separate classes? Adorable, he's fallen in love again. You do that thing where you like.. forget how to walk straight and just accidentally bump into him? No come back he likes being close to you :( He doesn't SAY these things but there's a light, airy laugh he has that gives him away.

If you're ever facetiming he will say "boo!" when you connect instead of just. Greeting you like a normal person.

His fuckin. His devilgram name is monSOLO. My mans is a star wars fan!!! I dont know any of The Discourse bc I'm not super into star wars myself but he has IN DEPTH opinions about the movies. Seriously rivals Levi in this aspect. Please make time for movie nights where you watch the movies together 🥺 especially if you haven't seen them before he'd love to convert you 🥺

Didn't Solomon also have a thing for TSL??? Or am I just imagining it??

I feel like his ideal date would be exploring something new, whether its this new spooky forest or "hey have we been down this alley before? Let's check it out!" but ideal date number TWO is movie night. Even if it isn't Star Wars. He likes to sit on opposite ends of the couch throwing popcorn into each other's mouths (and big candies like peanut m&ms where you both have almost choked before) and maybe a footsie war if he's feeling real devious. Then at some point you grab a blanket and snuggle up to him and you both fall asleep on the couch

Simeon yells at him when you leave because there's popcorn EVERYWHERE

LOVES when you laugh super loud. Idk man he just thinks its great when you have such unbridled joy and then he laughs too 😊 not as loud though he's more of a quiet chuckle kind of guy (most of the time).

Is friends with Asmo so is extremely great at slumber party gossip. Catch him in his pajamas, cross-legged on the floor while clutching a pillow to his chest and listening intently to you rant about the brothers.

"Come here I have a secret to tell you" (blows air in your ear) "okay okay I'm sorry but come here again" (blows air on your neck) "okay okay last time! I actually have something to tell you. Please? Its important...." (kisses ur cheek) "like u a lil bit xo"

Never the type to send "good morning beautiful" or "good night 💞" texts. Instead he'll send you something at 4 am like "the infinite cosmos will eventually swallow whole all familiarity and life as it is now presently known and despite the adaptations humans or demons or angels could make i will still have to adapt and face the world as an alien in the realm I love so dearly. Funny how the strongest of beings bow to the whim of space and time. But sometimes my eternal journey doesn't seem so daunting when I realize that with my everlasting life will be the memory of you no matter how distant and the survival of the vessel you loved...."

And then at lunch that day when the brothers pull you away he'll send you a picture of the lasagna they're serving with "this kinda looks like you? Don't worry I'd still hit it" and then two minutes later "you not the pasta"

Is the type to think randomly "oh damn I love you so much" but has an impressive filter about it. Or he thinks he does until Luke grumbles "ugh get a room thats the fifth time you've seen that since monday" ok, sometimes he has a good filter about it

He can't help it! Sometimes you just say something really smart (or something SPECTACULARLY dumb) or you do something cute like lean on him or smile a specific way or-

Sir.....you're head over heels sir :/

The type who would go to a playground at night with you and just swing on the swings talking about life

Wants to have a secret handshake with you!!

If you're ever on a road trip with just the two of you, you can get him to join in on the terrible singing but he'll be a lot quieter than you

Also will only join in if he isn't driving. If he is and you aren't talking, he's just humming underneath his breath. Will drum on the steering wheel though

Cooking

(Yes, it gets its own section because MAYBE I'm obsessed with the idea of MC teaching Solomon to cook and the food still turning out terrible but at least it isn't a void when MC is helping)

The type to flick water at you every time he washes his hands. Will chase you down just to do it.

"Hey, tilt your head back and open your mouth MC" (proceeds to dump too big a handful of shredded cheese in your mouth)

100% the type to lean over you just to hinder your cooking abilities. Who cares if the sauce splashes he's tiiiired.... you'd let belphie do it :(

Puts a hand on your lower back when he passes behind you. Hopes you'll lean into it/step back and offer him a kiss 🥺

Believes in always having a proper table setting. Prepare for whatever juice they have (or water) in wine glasses if you're having a nice-er meal

Under the assumption that a spell ruined his sense of taste (and not that he's just bad at cooking) he hates spicy food. He can feel the burn but he gets none of the flavor??? Wack. Don't hurt him like that MC. If you do because its hilarious to watch him try to be cool about it he will pout

Gets cheesy aprons. He just likes them.

Will hit you on the top of your head with a whisk to hear the noise it makes

Will buy every kitchen hack tool there is. A ketchup dispenser that looks like a gun? He's got it. A fish that helps you squeeze out the egg yolks? Yes! A dinosaur soup ladle? You bet! Pizza scissors? A tool that makes hard boiled eggs into cubes? Something that's gotta be like 200 years old and no discernable purpose? Absolutely! He wants a hot dog toaster. Do they even have hot dogs in the devildom?

Will sneak bites just because it bothers you

Overall

Look at him. He hasn't had friends in centuries. He's playful!

Look at his DEVILGRAM NAME

His funky little WAND

This is a man who is a huge nerd, thrives off of cliches and just wants to have a good time. So let him! Its mentally exhausting having those pretenses up all the time.

[omegaobeyme]

how would they all react to a small thicc omega mc??

The boys' reaction to a thicc!Omega MC

- His first thought is 100% going to be about how much of a pain it will be having to watch over such an attractive omega - Especially protecting you from his own brothers - Thankfully, this leads you two getting closer as you spend more time together - Grows to love you - Protective, but won't admit jealousy - Won't ask, but loves when you curl into his bed for the night and cuddle him - "Are you sure you don't want me to mask your scent today, MC?"

- Asks you to read him stories just to have the opportunity to stare - Takes every opportunity to sit next to you in class, so long as Simeon allows - When you two are close, he'll ask you to purr to calm his emotions - Appreciates the way you can balance him out

- Naturally looks out for you where can - However, he tends to take his anger too far when it comes to protecting you - He fears being near you in your heat, and ends up confessing his love for you to Lucifer in order to protect you. - Being a newer demon, his rut come easily...and every few months he tends to disappear out of nowhere - If you bug him on it, he'll admit his feelings for you - Perhaps you could convince him to stay and rut with you?

- Brings you to clubs and events to brag about the two hottest people in the devildom - Shows you off to EVERYONE, no exceptions - Dresses you up in clothing so provocative Lucifer has to teach him a lesson on what's appropriate for a human omega - AFFECTION - "Mc, sweetie, would you like to take a bath with me? I've set up my most expensive herbs for us! ;)" - Constantly has his hands all over you - Makes no attempt to hide his lust for you - Comfortable with you to the point he is able to present as an omega - Loves to purr with you

- He's attracted, but he feels conflicted having not known you long - Tries to avoid too much confrontation - If you make him food, this will break the ice between you and allow him to let go - Tries to feed you, making it extremely obvious when he gives you half his plate in the middle of dinner. - Talks to Belphegor about you constantly - Increases his work outs to impress you - If you ask to work out with him, he'll say yes .. but not much work out will be done - He's too busy fending off other demons, making sure you're comfortable

- Obsseses over you - You remind him of the centuries before Lilith's passing, when gods and goddesses were made to be full-figured - If you're not in a relationship, he will constantly mask your scent while you sleep together - Hates anyone whose scent is anything more than friendly to you - Will not leave you alone (if he can help it.) - Feels comfortable enough to present as omega with you, allowing you into his nest - Cuddles with you are just the best .. perhaps he finds it hard to sleep without you around - If you go into heat with him in a safe place, it triggers his Alpha side to present - Only in rut is he desperate enough to give the energy to top for long periods of time

- IN LOVE - With his breeding urges + your proportions making it easier for your body to pass a child = natural attraction - Will take opportunities to get closer to you compared to other exchange students - When your heat comes around, he will offer his scent to mask - But won't admit it's because he wants his scent all over you - Extra affectionate with you in front of others - "Barbatos, is it too late to move them into our pack?" - P.S - if you pretend you don't care, he'll pursue you harder (unless you reject him.) - If he ruts..may Barbatos have mercy and luck on his side, restraining any attempt at his urge to see you

- Finds your presence comforting - Protects you in his own ways - Smelling an alpha courting you in school? Perhaps the Chandelier smashed over his head fell on him on purpose. - Invites you over constantly when baking sweets with Luke, taking you away from the pack of horny Alphas - Similarly to Lucifer, he finds this situation taking up some free time of his. - "You'll never be a bother to me, MC" - Although busy with his duties, he will always make sure you know he is there for you in any capacity you'd like him to be.

- Paternal instincts activated - Neither realms make angels/demons from such figures anymore, therefore everyone is immediately intrigued - He can smell the reactions whenever you meet someone new - Not that he isn't attracted either.. - I mean, imagine what those thighs could do? - Mind out of the gutter, Simeon! - Generally, he won't pay attention to it but he watches out for your well-being constantly

- He can see what Asmodeus is talking about - Solomon doesn't have a reaction to meeting an omega, but one this hot? hmm.. - Time to seduce you before Asmodeus has a chance to - Most honest about his desires for you, besides Asmo of course - He makes his own birth control potions, and has had no issues with it thus far - Lowkey jealous of the brothers - WILL take it out on them, in his own way

[demonic-silver-and-gold]

Hello I hope you're having a nice day!!! Can I ask for a continuation of the wedding dress ask but with the twins, Dia, Barb, and maybe Simeon? 👉👈

You know what’s funny? Right as I posted that I was putting up the next part with the twins and Dia I got the notification for this ask, so I’ll just finish off the rest of the boys here (except Luke as this is a romantic prompt) if that’s all right ^-^

Okay, this is a continuation of this prompt (Demon Brothers except the twins) and this ask (the twins + Diavolo), I hope you enjoy this!

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Wedding Dress pt. 3 (Barbatos, Simeon, Solomon)

Warnings: slight, almost invisible angst in Simeon’s part, but isn’t really major.

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Barbatos

-This man had to be ordered by Diavolo to go with MC as he claimed his duties wouldn’t allow him to go with them, but hey it worked!

-He’d carry the clothes that MC wanted to try out, making sure to remember where they were taken from to return those that they ended up not choosing.

-Even though this demon might have, just perhaps glanced at the future to see what they’ll most likely choose he missed the fact that they’d choose a wedding dress to try on, so once he had it in his hands among the other outfits he began mentally preparing himself to see them in it.

-And boy did he need to, as he was almost stunned from how radiant MC looked in it, fitting them perfectly. He needed a moment to answer their smile and question about his opinion on the dress

-As the butler to Lord Diavolo, he hadn’t quite considered a romantic relationship — much less marriage — but if they’d gotten together and truly loved each other, then perhaps asking for their hand in marriage wouldn’t be such a far fetched idea

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Simeon

-Spending time with MC was always a welcome activity, no matter what it was, so it wasn’t that difficult to get him to go with them.

-Simeon mostly stuck to helping grab things they couldn’t or carry some clothes if MC couldn’t, and with so many colored fabrics and materials the wedding dress slipped by unnoticed, right until MC left the dressing room with it on.

-Blushing? Absolutely. He knows that MC is very much human and their only actual ties to the Celestial Realm is Lillith (which can be debated) but at that moment, stepping out of the dressing room in the purest of whites, almost glowing and radiant — he can only see them as an angel.

-He’d make a subtle suggestion at the idea of marriage, knowing they wouldn’t take it too seriously due to the fact he’s an angel, but it would be okay for now

-In a way, he understood now more than ever what love feels like, love so deep that it can make someone imagine wild and beautiful things, all thanks to them

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Solomon

-Wizard or not, he was also a representative of the Human Realm with MC, so what better way to represent their roles together than couples’ outfits?

-Really, Solomon would be too busy himself to pay full attention to everything they grab, making it a nice surprise whenever MC leaves the dressing room.

-It’s been a while since he’s attended a wedding, but wonders if that feeling he got is the same one others get when they see their lover walking down the aisle, smiling a smile full of love and joy

-He’d jokingly but not so jokingly ask if the dress was a hint as to what they want from their relationship, and regardless of the answer he’d start planning how to approach the topic, perhaps even crafting a ring himself to propose with when the time is right.

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I really didn’t mean to add angst at all to Simeon’s part, but one thing led to another so this is what came out. I hope you liked this series! I’m accepting requests, just read my rules beforehand. I hope you have a great rest of your day!

[dirtycccat]

the demon bros+ undateables showing their love

thought about this for 5 min then had to write it out so enjoy

lucifer

first off you notice he treats you differently

and by differently i mean like you’re his favorite child  sibling

you get away with anything??? and he’s softer with you than with the others (which is canon)

then you see that?? he keeps buying you stuff you said you wanted when he was present

and you’re ofc impressed

but you’re more impressed by how open he’s around you

he’ll leave most of his walls down around  you

which means you’ll get to experience unfiltered lucifer

he’ll laugh around you more, make dumb dad jokes, nap with his head in your lap, complain drunkenly about his work and bros, give you sloppy cheeks and forehead kisses

you find it rly cute though

if you’re in the human world he’ll 100% take this chance to send you beautifully written letters asking you how you are and leaving some verses that reminded him of you on the back like a 19th century vampire

“dear mc, how is your life? mine is filled with woe and unease since i do not  have the light of my life around anymore...anyway here’s a poem about being horny and alone by a 18th century romantic author hope to see you soon, xoxo lucifer”

you try to respond in the same way and send him memes on the back instead of  poetry (or real poetry depends on your mood)

mammon

protective of you 100% will throw hands with anyone that even glances weirdly your way

but also wants to show you off? like look at this human!!! this is MY human!!!

gives you random thoughtful gifts that reminded him of you

wants to be around you 24/7 so he invites you to all the events that he thinks you’ll like

you wanna party? perfect. you wanna go on a weird ghost stories tour around the city? cool. you wanna waltz in one of those old people parties? he’s already reserved two tickets. you just wanna lay around and nap? he’s already on your lap.

it doesn’t matter if you’re in a romantic relationship or not this man WILL serenade you outside your window

rapunzel style with an acoustic guitar or with a boombox like a rebel 80s kid

anyway here’s toxic by britney spears babe this is for YOU

levi

considers you his bff ofc

but also at first he’s still really awkward around you and doesn’t really know what to do for you and feels bad thinking only you do things for him

until you reassure him you enjoy just being around him so it’s fine

he blushes and starts inviting you more to his room to game/ watch stuff

at some point he starts buying two tickets to all concerts he goes to and invites you along

but also? he asks you what you’re into and starts marathoning your favorite animes/ movies/ series so he can talk with you abt them

you feel really moved that he’d do that for you???  like??? bruh...

your relationship is basically friends respecting each other and wanting to know each other the best through their passions even if it means getting into some weird shit

it’s rly wholesome tho

if you’re romantically involved he’ll totally do roleplay as your favourite character and you do the same for him and it’s really cute

also imagine: artistic collabs. you make fanart together??? you can program games together???? you do cosplay together??? the possibilities...

satan

he’ll hate to be compared to his dad brother but he does show how much he trusts you by showing his unguarded side too

when he first talked about lucifer without the filter of his nice guy persona you were pretty shocked

like he was really going at it

but then you realize? he’s just like that when he’s comfortable

and it’s not all mean spirited, he just has,,, a strong personality and a lot of opinions about stuff (which you sometimes share with him)

but you also found out it’s really fun to gossip with satan

since he knows all the juicy gossip from his multitude of ties (he’s sharing the title of gossip queen with asmo that’s why they get along so well tbh)

also if you even find a teacher you hate he’ll tell you all their embarrassing moments to make you feel better

he also recommends you books and poems and sends you quotes that made him think about you

so you sure as heck don’t need to buy books while you’re in the devildom bc he’ll buy you an entire library 

asmo

compliments you without comparing you to himself which is the highest compliment he can give

like mammon he’s more into the showing everyone his favorite human around while also protecting them

he’ll take you to his parties and gatherings as a guest of honor, he’ll make you meet all kinds of people and open up opportunities for you

he’ll be the one that pampers you

you’d think lucifer is the sugar daddy of the family but nope it’s asmo

he’ll buy you cute clothes, shoes, beauty products everything that he saw and imagined would look bomb on you

if you’re not into clothes he’ll buy you art supplies, books, anything you want but he’ll still probably  buy you at least some clothes he thinks are cute

if you’re romantically involved,,,, he’ll buy other toys for you as well which you can try together wink wink

beel

cooks for you

no questions asked when it’s his turn to cook he’ll think about what YOU would like to eat first before making something

which is??? really touching coming from beel

and also means sometimes he’ll make the same dish three weeks in a row and annoy the others while you just get excited bc ??? you get to eat your favourite dish??? again and again???? 

thank you beel you truly know how to touch someone’s insides

also opens up to you and talks to you about his fears and thoughts

expect to get 4 am msgs from beel if he had a nightmare

which would end up in you coming to cuddle him (and belphie also joins sometimes)

which tbh is that even a thing you can complain about?

belphie

is more baby less murder when you’re around

naps on your lap, naps on your shoulder, naps with you anywhere

but also let’s you nap on HIM

besides being soft around you he actually opens up to you too

and talks to you about his traumas and issues

which he has in common with his twin what can you do

so you have weekly cuddle parties with him and beel where you talk about shit and actually make them resolve their issues instead of just,,, ignoring them

also if you’re into each other you probably tease each other and flirt really shamelessly in public while the others cringe and or blush at your language

are you a cowboy? because i want you to ride me all night 

simeon

writes you fancy letters with poetry like lucifer, but his ink is scented and  his envelopes contain pressed flowers more often than not

if you’re together you even do letter sexting if you’re into it

creates characters based on you in his stories (which you don’t believe even if levi points out you that the two of you are kinda similar)

asks you to spend more and more time with him and luke

invites you to picnics, reads to you while your head is in his lap, cooks you snacks

if you’re a theatre kid too,,, you do musical love confessions too,,, sometimes by just reciting the lyrics of really popular musical theatre songs in a death panned voice

cough a heart full of love from les mis but read like poetry through the fence of the house of lamentation cough

asks you cryptic shit hannibal style like “tell me mc what does it mean to want to be consumed whole by another? is it a desire to become something bigger than yourself or is it related to our need to become one with our loved one like some cultures pointed out before?”

you’re either really into his cryptid talk or just roll your eyes and smooch him

diavolo

invites you around to his castle all the time

sometimes he even pulls some weird shenanigans just to make you spend more time with him

expect tea parties with him luci and barbatos in no particular combination

gives you compliments 24/7  even in public

remember how he treats lucifer? he’s that for you too but he’s learned from the lucifer experience to focus on complimenting you as a person more than how you look

if you’re into pda he’ll touch you all the time

if you ever wanted a gomez - morticia romance, here’s your goth big titty himbo that’s way too full of love

if you’re lovers expect to be pampered, i feel like? he doesn’t buy a lot of gifts and such because he’s probably tired of material things but he will make time in his busy schedule for you and spend a lot of time with you

which means more to him than gifts

(we will buy you anything you ask though)

barbatos

actually talks with you about stuff outside rad, the demon bros and diavolo

also invites you to alone time tea or wine time

where you drink and gossip

if satan and asmo are the crowned queens of gossip barbatos is the king of gossip but he doesn’t share his knowledge to most people so nobody knows what he knows

but he knows,,,, a lot

and not only that he knows a lot about people nowadays,,, but imagine the things he knows about like historical figures and such,,, 

so prepare for story time with barbatos where he  talks about how oscar wilde was almost summoned by drunk inccubi during a party once, or how  diavolo cried when he was a kid because he sent a letter to caravaggio asking him to paint his portrait and he said no

also if you get drunk together expect really energetic talkative barbatos destroying DESTROYING everyone (except diavolo ofc)

“lucifer please i once saw you crying because you thought diavolo was ignoring you when you actually forgot to press the send button to your messages ”

if you’re romantically involved diavolo will always be first in his hear but that just means you’ll have to invite diavolo along on your dates which  just means you’ve got a new lover and a new bff

solomon 

he invites you on all kinds of wacky adventures

you  visit witches, go to weird magical forest parties or orgies if you want, you go travelling the mountains for rare herbs

it’s like you’re faust and he’s mephisto  haha the irony and he’s showing you another side of the world you never knew 

ofc the others know about all this but??? they thought it’s normal and didn’t even consider you know nothing about it

but solomon knows what it was like to be just a human

and since he likes you he empathizes with your situation

he also make you meet all kinds of people

since he has 72 contracts and hundreds of years of doing wack stuff he must know some interesting people

and now his friends are your friends 

i feel like romantic solomon would be just him?? but less shady with you especially since now you understand him better 

but also he’ll probably bring you weird shit from his alone expeditions

did you ever want the tears of a mermaid? a carnivorous plant that feeds on emotions? a crying portrait? no? well too bad because now you have a room full of weird items

...that you love and treasure thank you very much

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Pact Marks/Blessings/Blood Pact | Undateables

Request: pact marks with the undatables!

Word Count: 2083 words

Page Count: 5.8 pages

A.N. you guys loved the last one so here are the undatables!

Tags: none :)

[ D E M O N  B R O T H E R S ]

[ P A C T S ]

Diavolo

        Diavolo would most likely have the largest and most intricate pact mark, and you would need to place it on a large space, so your thigh would be the best option for him. He had it spaced out a bit, so it could take up the entire thing, so each detail would not only be seen, but traced carefully on long nights together. When you call for him it glows a deep carmine, with a black mist rising from the golden outline, it freaks the brothers out sometimes because they think you're catching fire at times.

        Whenever you sit next to him, with exposed thighs or not, he'll have a soft but firm grip on you, almost pull your leg closer to him at times and your almost sliding out the chair- much to Lucifer's dismay and Barbatos's amusement. His mark trails down his spine, it ties in with his own demon markings, and is the only one that glows white on his body. It means a lot in the Devildom for its prince to have such a bond, especially with a human, so it takes not only an intense amount of trust, but the knowledge that you'd stay by his side.

        On long days, he'll lay on you in bed, shirtless, and have you just trace the new mark for as long as he can. It's relaxing and just helps him clear his mind, get his thoughts in order, so you'll often see the mark glow as he mumbles to himself. Moments like this are common but build on a deep respect you need to hold for one another, and realize that he can't tell you everything just yet, the truth comes at its own pace and Diavolo only hopes that he could tell you in moments like these.

        Moments like these he would expose his heart to you, his soul, where the marks you two had would be held by one another, and he would spill the truths of the Devildom to you- the ones passed down only to those in the royal line or who marry into it, truths not even Barbatos or Lucifer know, just you and him.

        Making a pact with Diavolo means you'd accept not only ruling with him, but the intensity of his situation, from dealing with his father to keeping the Devildom itself stable, a pact is only the beginning of a long and extended life with him.

Barbatos

        Barbatos would place his pact mark somewhere where only he can see, a treat only he can enjoy, so he would place it on the inside of your thigh, high up and just shy of touching the most intimate parts of you. He shares everything about himself with someone- his time and energy with Diavolo and Lucifer for example- so when he has these moments alone, with you, he allows himself to do what demons are good at. 

        He indulges. He allows himself to keep something for him. So this pact with you, it allows some control, some sort of intimacy that he longs for. He wants it to be just him and you with this pact. Solomon was a tricky one- you are the everything. When attending RAD, he'll pull you into the empty student council office and hold you, sometimes leading to more intimate moments of a lustful nature. You've expected this, from seeing how touchy demons can be with their pact marks (*cough*MAMMON*cough*), and entering a relationship would only fuel his hunger for you.

        He would hold the same sentiment when it comes to his own mark from you, placing it somewhere for him to enjoy and admire, though he didn't mind SOME attention on it. He would place it under his navel, since his usual stance as a butler has him always placing a hand on the area, he can touch his own mark without it seeming suspicious. He may have to give himself to Diavolo for extended amounts of time, unable to see you, so he'll move off for a bit and activate the mark. It glows a snowy white and he'll focus, let you feel the ghost of his touch, either in your hair or wrapping his arms around you.

        Making a pact with Barbatos means you will support him when he is done being the support, loving and allowing him to be true to his nature, after all, helping run the Devildom is hard work especially when he needs to share so much of his time.

        You allow him some peace of mind, alone, just you and him. You're his heart, the one he thought was lost long ago, alive and beating- only for you.

[ B L E S S I N G S ]

Simeon

        Simeon gives a blessing to you when he sees you need some guidance, a time where you really are questioning yourself and the things around you, so this would be after Belphie had killed your old body and you now are in this universe's body. You had confided in him about feeling displaced, like an impostor in your own body, and there were differences from your original timeline that changed some relationships with the brothers. Some had been more threatening than their original counterparts and vice versa, some of your Little D's were not greed and gluttony, but wrath and sloth.

        It felt like your mind was going to break from the small and subtle differences. He decided that night, to give you a blessing, the blessing of Psychokinesis. Your soul can now change things in the physical realm if you focus enough, this can be from talking with spirits to mind control and energy healing. He knows you won't misuse the gift he's given you, and he knows you focus on the healing aspect of the blessing, which he helps you with when you're free.

        The mark is gold, literally, it's like someone melted gold onto your skin. It's placed on your forehead, in the shape of an eye, and can only be seen if you allow it to be seen. You asked him why and he only responds in inexplicable tones, leaving you with more questions than answers, but you thought it had something to do with angels usually having extra eyes.

        His blessing for you appears on his tanned hand, the gold accenting his skin beautifully, his palm always moving in a much more delicate manner- due to treating it with care. He allows himself to care for you, to love you in a deeper way to comfort you, pressing innocent and loving kisses to your forehead, watching the mark flare up from his touch before calming down. When he touches you, for any reason, his marked hand moves first, needing to comfort and trace you in the most thoughtful way one can imagine.

        Simeon giving you a blessing goes both ways, because in his eyes and with his knowledge, you are a blessing to the three realms as well.

Luke 

        Having a blessing from Luke is honestly the most heartwarming thing, even the brothers, Diavolo, and Barbatos are all kinda touched at the nurturing relationship you two have. Like Simeon, Luke would give you a blessing after seeing you in a stressful time, so this would be after he was found by Lucifer and seeing him lose his shit. He saw how you defended him and Beel against Lucifer himself, the fallen Morning Star, the Seraph that no longer has all his wings.

        He'd visit you later that night, seeing you have trouble sleeping, and would sit on your bed and hold your hand. He'd know you were scared, he's an angel, he could feel it, but you still defended him and kept him safe. He realized how much he looked up to you and cared for you in that moment. He saw you as a guardian, in a literal and figurative way, which is why he wanted to do something for you in return.

        He would give you the blessing of truth, in which you could detect any and all lies when you wished, and that any lies would never harm you. Say Asmodeus is calling you unworthy of beauty? It would never hit your self esteem. You know how Mammon says he could care less about what would happen to you? This demon would be devastated. Diavolo says he isn't stressed and is feeling just so amazing? Please give the man a hug.

        He didn't want people to hurt you with something as flimsy as words, you deserved to know the truth and deserved to be happy, so his golden mark is on your eyes. They glow a deep gold that rivals Diavolos, and he always says you look your best when you leave them like that, because then everyone knows you have some celestial beings on your side! You only can chuckle and shake your head at his antics, ruffling his hair before telling him to calm down just a bit, you were sure no one would bother you. His mark appears on his own eyes as well, he says he loves it when you two match! Tried to get Simeon to have his eyes glow more as well, it's the three of you after all, maybe if he convinces Solomon to use a spell on his own eyes then it's a family affair!

        Having a blessing from Luke means he looks up to you and only wants the best for you, so of course he'd give you the best blessing he can at his level, be sure to expect more when he grows as an angel.

[ B L O O D  P A C T ]

Solomon

        You two made a blood pact pretty early into coming into the Devildom, you had been hanging out a lot by that time, and he brought up the idea. You heard about blood pacts, assuming only crazy people made them or weird cultists, but he showed you there could be a magical aspect to it.

        Since humans are "weaker beings" when it comes to a physical and power stance, they make up for it in magic, their bodies are weaker but their souls are stronger and brighter. Why do you think the most powerful magic users are human? They're batteries for that shit! He'd make sure you knew everything that came with making a blood pact, from feeling each other's thoughts and emotions to being able to create magic stronger than the both of you, the pros and cons of each- but goddammit he made a good case for each.

        You'd be sitting on his bed facing one another, each holding out your left hands, a dagger crafted for occasions like these held in his right. The pact was made for keeping you two together, always going to be in each other's lives from there on out, after all, these pacts tie souls together for only eternity.

        You realized that day, Solomon, if he wasn't a wildly powerful sorcerer, would make a great salesman. After making the pact, you'd often tease him about it, to which he would use said pact to tickle you or do some rather... scandalous things. He lives for the moments when you lean back on his chest, and he would take your scarred palm in his, and he would lightly trace over the newly enforced flesh. He'd allow his palm to flatten out on you and let you feel his own scar, but if you were to take his hand in yours and kiss his knuckles before leaving an extra long one on his mark, the boy just m e l t s.

        Making a blood pact with Solomon would mean getting a tattoo to seal the deal, you'd get a white owl and he would get a black sheep, you both decide to get them on matching spots where a pact mark won't interfere with- possibly behind your ears or right under your hairlines on the back of your neck. (I highkey fw the theory that the black sheep in the background of the To-Do List is actually MC).

        A blood pact with Solomon means staying with him for a long while, either as friends or lovers, it means you'd never leave one another. It's something that's deeper than the "weak" bodies you two hold, it's something that he'd never do with anyone else, no one can hold a candle to your light after all.