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tom-foolery-incorporated · 2 years ago

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Hi! If you’re down/comfortable I have a request for mammon accidentally walking in on MC touching themselves and then noticing they’re (only) wearing a shirt they had borrowed from him 👀 I keep thinking about how the brothers would react differently to this, but especially him lol

I am a WHORE for this prompt! Anon you chad sigma giggacock having babe.

MDNI 18+ NSFW, Dom! Mammon, possessiveness, MC masturbating, AFAB! gender neutral reader, racially ambiguous, Bad Dragon dildo use, spit swapping, dirty talk, Mammon jerks off into you, spitting, teasing, Mammon leaves you high and dry

You had gotten into the habit of locking your door whenever you decided to have a little 'you time'. You didn't want your demon housemates walking in on you with your fingers deep inside yourself seeing how they disregarded knocking with such a passion. Maybe it was the long day at RAD or just the exhaustion from classes in general but you forgot to lock your door this one time. That's how you ended up frozen in place with Mammon equally stunned and frozen in the doorway while you were mid thrust pushing your Bad Dragon up your pussy. Your legs were spread wide open to make room for the big toy with your back pressed against the wall. The shirt you stole from Mammon for pajamas was bunched up around your waist to give you more room to fuck yourself. You were essentially on display with your pussy stretched wide. You quickly pulled your knees together and tucked your legs in to try to hide the toy currently stretching you to your limit.

Mammon made a sputtering noise before slamming your door shut and locking it. "Stupid human," he grumbled, "what do ya think you're doin'?!" You could see the obvious tent in his pants starting to form. "Anyone of those schmucks could have walked in on ya fucking yourself!" At this point Mammon was frantically removing his jacket to discard wherever it landed on the floor to move onto his shirt all the while he marched towards you. He unbuttoned his jeans giving a hiss of relief at the lessened pressure on his hard cock. "I thought I locked my door!" you tried to defend yourself but Mammon wasn't hearing it. He knelt on the bed and kicked your legs open using his knee. Each of his hands was pressed on your knees to keep your legs spread. "And what are ya doin' using this?" He grabbed the base of your toy and shoved it in until the base brushed your clit. You gasped and moaned out at the sudden feeling of being so full. "Mammo-" "Shut up!" Mammon growled pulling your toy out then jamming it right back up your cunt. "You like that?" he said under his breath, "you like having your pussy stretched out like this?" Mammon slid his other hand down your thigh to hold your waist while he continued fucking you on your own dildo. His paused for a second when his fingers made contact with the shirt you were wearing and took in the image before him. You were sweating with lust wearing his clothes and fucking yourself open on a monster cock.

You were wearing his clothes.

Mammon took a tense breath in as a wet stain slowly grew on the front of his boxers. "Fuck," he mumbled under his breath before taking your lips between his own. You moaned into his mouth bucking and rolling your hips against the faux cock he moved it in and out of you. Your hands found their perch on his neck gripping the baby hairs that grew there. Mammon groaned against your lips before taking your bottom lip between his teeth and tugging slightly earning a shaky moan from you. "Look at you," Mammon said in a breathless voice. "All fucked out in my shirt." He leaned down to attack your neck with bites. You could feel him sucking on the sensitive skin then leaving harsh bite marks around where he left a hickey. You were sure he was doing this to mark his territory in a way. "You're so good at takin' cock," Mammon moaned watching how your pussy swallowed the toy. "I wanna see you cum on this thing." Mammon thrusted the toy into you faster causing sparks of pleasure to ignite inside your abdomen. You could feel the orgasm building in your stomach and in your thighs as he moved to rub your clit with his other hand while continuing to thrust the toy into you.

"Fuckin' slut," Mammon growled. "In here rubbing your pussy when you should have called me!" You cried out when the band in your stomach finally snapped and the waves of your orgasm crashed against you. "Yeah," Mammon said with his eyes trained on your fucked-out face, "that's it baby." He slowly calmed his thrusting down until he fully pulled the toy out of you earning a small whine of over-stimulation from having such a big object slide against your walls once again.

Through half-lidded eyes you watched Mammon take the toy into his mouth to suck all of your juices off of it before tossing it to the side. He leaned in to take your lips into his once again which you happily accepted then squeaked in shock as he pushed his spit mixed with your pussy juices into your mouth. Mammon gripped your jaw as he pulled away leaving a string of saliva connecting your faces. "Swallow," he ordered squishing your cheeks slightly. You obeyed and took the debauched mixture down your throat causing Mammon to release a pleased groan. "So fuckin' good for me," he moaned going back in to kiss at your neck. "Mammon," you moaned, brushing your hands down his shoulders and across his toned chest. "Say my name again," he said shakily into your neck. You took one of his nipples between your forefinger and thumb giving hims a teasing pinch, "Mammon, I was thinking about you before you walked in."

You couldn't tell if the gasp he let out was from your confession or the stimulation to his chest.

"What were you thinkin' bout?" Mammon groaned with his face pressed into your neck.

"You."

"Fuck, MC, I know that! What was I doin'?"

"I was thinking about having your cock in my throat."

You felt Mammon shiver at that.

"And you using my holes as your personal cum dump."

Mammon gripped your waist with a tense grip. The fabric underneath his touch a further reminder to him who you gave yourself to. Who was your first man and who will always be yours. "Fuck yeah," he said breathlessly, "only I get to pour my cum in ya." You shivered and nodded in agreement with your lower lip between your teeth. Mammon rose from his nesting spot between your neck and shoulder to press his forehead to yours. You stared at his lust filled face with dreamy eyes.

"MC," Mammon said in a breathy voice, "I need you so bad."

You ran your fingers through his white hair and leaned in to kiss his nose. Mammon felt his face warm with your gentle affection. His hands snaked lower to grip your hips and squeeze the fat there. Your own hand moved to pull his throbbing cock from his boxers. Mammon moaned your name at the feeling of your fingers on the velvety skin of his cock. Your skilled hand grasped his shaft and pulled up and down at a gentle pace.

"You're so handsome, Mammon," you said holding the back of his neck so he couldn't move his face away from yours. You could feel Mammon's breathing pick up from the intense eye contact. "Fuck MC," Mammon moaned, "I don't know if I could go a day without feeling that sweet pussy around me." You smashed your face against his in a passionate yet sloppy kiss. The sweet whines and groans Mammon made against your lips made you shiver in delight. You could feel his cock twitch and pulse under the palm of your hand signaling to you that he was getting close.

Mammon separated first from the kiss leaving a trail of spit connecting your lips which he gladly licked up. He grabbed the wrist of your hand that was rubbing his throbbing cock to still its movements. "I don' wanna waste my cum like that, baby," Mammon groaned trying to hold back his hips from thrusting into your soft hand. "Lemme cum inside you, please." Your eyebrows furrowed in awe of the pleading tone Mammon took on. "Yes, baby," you breathed, "you can cum inside me." Mammon swore under his breath as he flipped your lower body up so your knees were pressed against your shoulders. Your breath became shallower in this position and you could feel the back of your thighs straining against Mammon's hold. "Hold your legs up, baby," Mammon grumbled running his muscular hand up and down the back of your thigh. You nodded and grabbed the back of your knees to hold yourself open the best you can. Your pussy slobbered in the presence of Mammon making him knowingly smirk. This was for him, the pleasure he brought you and the pleasure your body brought to him was all his for the taking.

Giving his cock a couple pumps, Mammon lined himself up to your hole only pushing the head of his cock inside of you. You looked up at Mammon with a pleading gaze but the demon only chuckled. "Gonna use ya as my personal cum dump," he teased now vivaciously rubbing the shaft of his cock. "Gonna remind you whose pussy this is." You moved your hips the best you could in this position to get any stimulation inside of your pussy. Mammon groaned at the feeling of your velvety walls moving around the sensitive head of his cock. Mammon lurched forward propping himself up on one of his hands that slammed right next to your head. He grit his teeth and let out a gurgled whine before shooting thick ropes of cum into your pussy. You gasped at the warm feeling inside of you before Mammon pulled the head of his cock out allowing some of his release to dribble out.

"Mammon-" you were cut off when the demon placed his hand over your mouth and used you as leverage to push himself up. "There's a good human," Mammon groaned seeing his seed drip out of your spent hole. He let his hand run down across your torso to your thigh enjoying the simple texture of your skin. Then when you least expected it, he worked up some saliva and spat on your dripping cunt. You gasped feeling his spit drool down your folds.

"Gotta shoot in about 30 minutes," Mammon said before tucking his cock back into his pants, "I'll be back later today." And with that he pushed himself off of your bed and left your room leaving you speechless and wanting for more.

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bittencandy · 8 months ago

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can you write nsfw alphabet... with manmon?? i'm begging please there is no alphabet with him

𝓣𝓱𝓮 𝓢𝓲𝓷𝓼 𝓸𝓯 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓖𝓻𝓮𝓮𝓭𝔂 - 𝓝𝓢𝓕𝓦 𝓪𝓵𝓹𝓱𝓪𝓫𝓮𝓽

♡ ᴀ = ᴀꜰᴛᴇʀᴄᴀʀᴇ (what they're like after sex): He's admittedly, not the best. But believe it or not, he's actually improved since those first couple of flings you had with him in the beginning. Back then, the very concept of something like aftercare had been completely foreign to him. He was very much the sort of guy who'd pass out afterwards or resume whatever he had been doing beforehand: a phone call, watching trash television, a quick trip through a fast-food drive thru.

For the longest time you had thought that he was doing it on purpose. That he wanted to hurt you our make you feel unwanted and useless, but you were quick to gather that he really was just that out of touch when it comes to other people's emotions. His indifference didn't stem from a place of ill intent (not entirely), just pure detachedness. He's never truly considered another's wellbeing or desires before, and it's made him that clueless.

It took you turning the tables on him and leaving before he could shrug you off and ignore you for him to even understand a shred of what he had been putting you through for the last couple of months. And even then, it was still a bit of an uphill climb. It didn't click instantly. It wasn't a light bulb moment where he reflected and pondered about it for hours on end, but it did help to nudge him in the right direction.

He does still grumble when you all but kick him out of the bed to go get a warm cloth to clean up with, or when you tell him to carry you to the bathroom for a shower or bath. He hates having to move afterwards, when all of the endorphins are still rushing through his veins and his limbs are heavy and lax.

But you can usually sway him with some praising, and a few stokes to his ego. Offering him some physical doting of your own is a sure-fire way to get him all pliant and just as needy. Offering him something like a massage will have him like putty in your hands and he'll latch himself onto you all night. Not to mention that he has a little cabinet in the nightstand that's stock full of all kinds of snacks (all of it is absolute junk). He acts like you're taking a knife and stabbing him each time you reach a hand into a bag of his chips and take some for yourself, but it's all just bark, no actual bite.

The two of you will lay in bed for hours, with you curled up on the soft press of his stomach and chest while you catch up on the most recent episodes of whatever TV show you're currently watching together. He'll cling to you the entire time, keeping you secured to his body with a pair of his arms while crams food into his mouth with a free hand, swearing and making comments towards whatever is happening on screen, tossing insults around a mouthful of his snack.

♡ ʙ = ʙᴏᴅʏ ᴘᴀʀᴛ (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partners): There isn't a part of Mammon that he doesn't love. It genuinely surprises you how he's the embodiment of Greed and not Pride sometimes with how he can admire and preen over himself. It's difficult to say which trait or part that he favors most. If he had to pick, it would most likely be his face. It's the image of his brand; posted along all corners of Hell, from hot sauce labels to perfume bottles, to the very currency that demons of all kinds use to buy said items with; there isn't a citizen or denizen in all of the Seven Circles who doesn't know who he is. From the wide, jagged grin on his face, the burning green of his eyes and the fool's cap on his head, it's all an easily recognizable facet from a simple glance.

It isn't a body part per se, but he also loves the sound of his voice. Not necessarily on a personal level, but the influence that it has on you never fails to make his body thrum with a heavy sort of satisfaction; ego and delight flaring whenever he sees you shiver or fall under the sway of that accented rumble of his. It makes you go all malleable and soft. And it's one of his first arms of defense against you whenever he annoys you or pisses you off. You hate to admit it, but he's gotten good at getting under your skin and twisting your emotions back into his favor with close to all but the sound of his voice.

For what he loves about you however, it might just be your mouth. He loves the watching the shape of your lips part open to talk to him, especially if you're speaking about him specifically - singing him praises and stroking his ego or saying his name. It might be a such a simple thing, but it never fails to have a shudder of delight skipping down his spine like a shot of electricity. But even better is when those same lips are stretched open and struggling to fit the thick girth of his cock down into your mouth. Forcing him down until you might choke on him with tears trailing from your waterline like diamonds, glittering in the light like flecks of silver and an iridescent shimmer.

No matter how many times you've taken him like that, there's always a bit of struggle with the difference in your sizes. And the strain of him in your mouth always has drool slipping down your chin and smearing and coating the length of him. It's filthy and messy, but it's a sight that he won't ever get enough of.

♡ ᴄ = ᴄᴜᴍ (anything to do with cum): He's an absolute degenerate with his cum. He's possessive and (of course- no duh) greedy, so there's always this consuming, almost ugly need to leave his mark on you. With his mouth, his tongue and teeth, and claws. He wants everyone to know who you belong to as soon as you enter a room, by sight and scent alone.

His possessive nature nearly makes him feral. He'll pump you full of his cum for hours, until you're completely dumb and useless if you let him, keeping you stuffed with his cock while he lifts you up and down on his girth like some kind of rag doll. Gripping ahold of you by the waist to work you around him until he's spilling what might be the third or eight load in you for the night while the rows of his sharp teeth clasp onto the tender flesh of your neck deep enough to break skin and leave marks.

Sometimes, he'll smear his cum over your body like some vulgar kind of lotion or perfume. Rubbing it in along the expanse of your abdomen and smudging it along your chest and throat like it's a fragrance. He wants it to stick to your skin. For your flesh to remember the scent of him, all musk, and ozone, and salt, and money; a subtle way to instinctually declare to anyone who may step near you that you're his.

There are some days, when the both of you have snuck away to slip inside a janitor closet or tucked yourselves away in some hidden corner between showings at his clown pageants or other performances that he'll cum deep inside of you until it's smearing and threatening to trickle down your thighs. And like some kind of pervert, he'll slip your underwear back over your hips and sweetly request that you walk around in your ruined undergarments for the remainder of the night. He gets some sort of sick thrill to know that underneath your clothes you're dripping full of him, and all of the strangers and fans around you and him are none the wiser to the fact that his cum is soaking your garments and defiling the fabric. But they can smell it on you for sure.

♡ ᴅ = ᴅɪʀᴛʏ ꜱᴇᴄʀᴇᴛ: Mammon doesn't hide many of his fantasies from you. He's pretty open about them, for better or for worse. Sometimes to an annoying degree. Annoying because of how jealous he makes himself with a particular fantasy of his. The possibly sharing you. It is completely a dream though. He could never actually stand watching someone touch you like he does. But he likes the idea of showing you off. Of letting people all see and experience what they're missing out on.

He's seen all of the tabloids and threads on social media platforms of people raving over Mammon's lover, simping over you and singing you praises and insults - the gorgeous demon who's always hitched to his arm at social events, and restaurants, and exclusive clubs. People want to be you. They want you. To hold you and fuck you like he does. But they never will. And that gives him a rush like no other. That the masses desire what he has - who he has - and that they'll never get it.

♡ ᴇ = ᴇxᴘᴇʀɪᴇɴᴄᴇ (how experienced are they?): Believe it or not, Mammon isn't very sexual. His libido is fairly low and the desire for sex is an urge the doesn't rise in him all that often. It's typically spurred on by a sense of possession or jealousy if he ever feels that someone is attempting to get too close to you. He can be extremely territorial, and he usually warns off potential threats to your relationship by warning them verbally or even the occasional physical confrontation every now and again. But usually just the sight of him alone is enough to get most demons to back off, unless they want to get on the bad side of the Sin and find themselves dead in a ditch in the middle of some toxic trash heap in Greed. And it's when all of those possessive urges rise up in him and build up that he needs an outlet. But even with all of his jealousy and avarice being such strong traits in him, his experience wasn't all that high when you had first got together.

He knew enough for it to be a pleasurable experience for the both of you, but he lacked overall skill and expertise. Though you didn't mind it all that much. It gave you plenty of room to teach him what you like specifically. What makes your mind draw a useless blank and your body become a writhing, burning mess. But you have made a bit of a monster with how determined he's become in reducing you to some dumb mess that only knows how to take his cock, or how desperate he gets for you to pleasure him until he's the one who's drooling and stupid.

♡ ꜰ = ꜰᴀᴠᴏʀɪᴛᴇ ᴘᴏꜱɪᴛɪᴏɴ: Mammon has a penchant for being a bit lazy, and the air of important that he holds himself at makes him feel as though he was born with the right to be served. As such, he absolutely adores any position that has you doing the majority of the work. He loves it when you ride him, working yourself up and down on his cock while he reclines himself back along the cushions of the bed with a pair of his arms crossed behind his head and the other set roaming over your body wherever he pleases. Reaching up with greedy fingers to pluck at your nipples and slipping them between your thighs to tease where you're all hot and slick and smeared with his cum. It gives him the perfect angle to analyze your face and admire the almost drunken expressions that slip across your expression; pleasure tugging your jaw down to release weak moans while your eyes nearly go cross.

It's one of the reasons that he loves head so much as well. There's something about being able to just relax and lie back while you devout yourself to laving your tongue and the warm, wet grip of your mouth and lips over his cock that turns him on like nothing else. He loves peeking down at you from where he sits to admire you, choking and gagging on him while you scatter kisses along the veins that throb along the thick length of him; worshiping him in the way that he deserves.

♡ ɢ = ɢᴏᴏꜰʏ (are they more serious in the moment? Are they humorous? Etc.): Despite being arguably the most famous jester in Hell, he isn't usually trying to be intentionally funny at the best of times. Though there have been plenty of occasions where he's said something in the heat of the moment that's easily garnered more than a few laughs from you - much to his chagrin. He always gets so pouty and offended if you laugh at him because of a mistake he might have made or something that funny he's accidentally said in the heat of the moment. Much like the time that he had managed to fall off of the bed nearly mid stroke and lost his footing. He tumbled from the edge of it with enough force to shake the room and make the floor tremble. But it had been the string of startled swearing the had caught you the most of guard with the series of curses squawking out of him in rough yelp of, "shit! Fuckin' cunt - fuck me, dammit."

When he's deliberately trying to be funny during sex, it's usually because he wants to try something different - experimenting with a new position or such - and is trying to sweeten the incentive or distract you with humor. But there is every so often or so that he does use his jokes in a genuine manner, such as when you've had a rough day and he's trying to draw you out of your internal conflicts and troubles.

♡ ʜ = ʜᴀɪʀ (how well-groomed are they? Does the carpet mat the drapes? Ect.): Mammon doesn't have much hair on his body at all. But he does have a sparse scatter of hair that trails down his stomach and leads down to his groin. It's nothing too wild or unmanageable thankfully, and it's naturally pretty scarce, which is probably a win. You doubt that Mammon would be the type to be very motivated on his self-grooming if it was the opposite.

♡ ɪ = ɪɴᴛɪᴍᴀᴄʏ (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect): Intimacy isn't something that comes easily to him. It isn't a natural urge or instinct that he has, and it was very much a learned behavior that took him months to get a grip on. In the beginning, sex was just something to take the edge off. Something that he acted out on because he wanted it. It was purely a selfish act for him. All about his cravings and desires, and once he got his rocks off, he was always quick to leave or would dismiss you entirely. But with a lot of time, patience, and frustration, you were able to get him to soften up a bit and indulge in a bit of intimacy. Mostly through bribing him with massages, soft praises and gentle kisses after sex, and eventually he learned to adopt and translate that during sex as well.

He isn't the most romantic by any stretch of the imagination, but he has been improving in subtle ways by giving you tender compliments and sweeping, dulcet touches. He knows how big he is in comparison to you. How much strength he causally holds in his body. He could crush you like a twig with the brush of a single finger; and so, he's grown to be careful with the way that he holds you. Like you're delicate. A thing made of glass or porcelain that might shatter if he so holds you too closely. It makes him uncharacteristically gentle with you.

Mammon rarely cares for others in a way that doesn't stem from a personal gain. And honestly, he might not be able to truly care for anyone at all - not like you or other demons are able to. He's greed incarnate after all. He was born selfish. But when he clutches you close, stroking his fingertips along your spine and mapping out the shape of your face with curious hands, it truly does feel like he cares. It feels intimate.

♡ ᴊ = ᴊᴀᴄᴋᴏꜰꜰ (masturbation headcanon): He doesn't jerk off all that much. He doesn't need to. If the urge ever arises in him, he'll just find you. Though if you happen to be out of reach for whatever reason, perhaps in a different Ring entirely or busy taking care of personal affairs, he's quick to blow up your phone. He needs to hear you. Your voice, the sound of your breathing - anything will work while he grips his cock.

He'll absolutely spam the device if you don't answer. Calls, texts, DM's - it doesn't matter. Anything to get your attention onto him so that you can help him with his current predicament. It is technically your fault after all, it's the least you can do.

♡ ᴋ = ᴋɪɴᴋ (one or more of their kinks): Exhibitionism: He enjoys being watched - putting himself and you on display to show everyone just what they're all missing. What they'll never have.

Size kink: Even in terms of most demons, Mammon is quite tall. Towering over a decent amount of the population, and it delights him to no end that he's able to look down at you. To stand over you by several feet. Dwarfing your smaller form with his own. And that translates into sex. He could never tire of the way that you struggle to take him. Even after all of this time, it takes so much for your smaller body to stretch open around the thick girth of his cock for him to slip into your soaked warmth; tight walls fluttering around his length while they struggle to adjust to his size.

Breeding kink/cumflation: It doesn't matter if you're able to get pregnant or not, he's insistent on filling you up with load after load of his cum until you're both completely spent and gasping for breath and soaked in sweat and cum. Just the idea of him filling you up so much that your stomach is all swollen and heavy with him will have him hard in seconds.

And if you got pregnant, all round with his baby, then everyone would know that you're his. That it's his child that you're carrying. It soothes that rapacious nature in him like scratching an itch, but it's also like an accelerant on a fervent fire that'll have you both burning for hours.

Free use kink: It's one of those kinks, that even with his low libido, never fails to make him feral. The day that you had eagerly agreed - requested even - to be used for his pleasure had nearly sent him over the edge. It delighted him to no end to know that you make an effort in keeping yourself prepped and ready for him. That you're slick and stretched out, sometimes with a toy stuffed inside your hole to keep yourself nice and prepped for him. Especially on days when you know that he's going to be stressed and overworked. He loves that you'll happily take him when he needs it. That you'll let him bend you over the kitchen counter, or fuck you in the back of his limo, or that you'll let him take you backstage at one of his shows like a whore that he had paid.

♡ ʟ = ʟᴏᴄᴀᴛɪᴏɴ (favorite places to do the do): He'll do it anytime, anyplace - everyone else be damned. He's perpetually torn between the desire to show you off to the masses - to let them see what they don't have, and to keep you completely hidden away and private for himself. But regardless of his internal debate, he easily lets himself get carried away and if you allow it, near public sex becomes a pretty frequent fixture in your life with him. He loves the thrill of it. The idea of possibly landing himself on a news channel or headlining all of the social platforms and tabloids because you two got caught has molten lust rushing through his veins.

But he also loves taking you within the safety of one of his webs. There's something so tantalizing about seeing you all strung up and vulnerable within the confines of his silk that really turns him on. Especially when he sees that excited glimmer burning in your eyes when your wrists and ankles are strung up and bound tight. You like being caught and at his mercy.

♡ ᴍ = ᴍᴏᴛɪᴠᴀᴛɪᴏɴ (what turns them on, gets them going): Jealousy or a sense of possession. But on a more positive note, just stroke his ego. Praise his skills and ideas and successes and you'll have him rock hard in seconds flat. He also loves it when he can pick up his scent on you. He complains if you (use) steal any of his bodywash or cologne, but he practically salivates when he smells himself on you. Especially when it's his natural musk and not just his shampoo. It'll make him want to rub his scent on other much more intimate places.

♡ ɴ = ɴᴏ (something they wouldn't do): He won't ever share you. No cuckholding or threesomes or orgies. Just the thought of touching you can turn him angry and jealous. Sometimes he'll trigger himself with just the thought of it and walk around pissed off and angry with a nasty sneer on his face and venom in his voice. He'll get snippy and curt with you like you had actually gone out and had sex with someone else. But he won't communicate why he's upset. He'll just leave you to be confused while he grovels around the house until you finally interrogate him enough until he can't hold in the "betrayal" and all of his emotion come pouring out of him. It's gotten to the point that you don't even bother listening to his little rants anymore, you just let him stew in his own self-induced jealousy until he works through it.

♡ ᴏ = ᴏʀᴀʟ preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.): Very unsurprisingly, he prefers to receive. He's a king after all. Royalty. And as such, he deserves to be praised and serviced. It's an honor to be able to share his bed, to be called his, to lie between his thighs. It's such a sight to watch you taking his cock between your lips. To observe the soft, wet drag of your tongue lap along the head to take the cum dribbling out like it's something to be savored. But he has come to enjoy giving as well. Definitely not as much as he likes getting head, but that's not exactly a surprise. He didn't have all that much experience with giving head in the past. It was a skill that he never bothered to acquire or refine until you had managed to spark his interest in it. Mostly by poking at his ego, but that's another story.

Although, he usually finds a way in making it about himself by dragging orgasm after orgasm out of your body until your brain is fogged and lost. And just to be cruel he makes you keep track of every single one. Let's hope you don't lose your count though, or else you'll have to start all over again!

♡ ᴘ = ᴘᴀᴄᴇ (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.): It really just depends. As stated before, Mammon has a proclivity for being a bit . . . lazy, for lack of a better term. He wants to be the one being pleased, and worshipped, and loved. It makes his thrusts all languid and unrushed in a pace that's completely frustrating. It works you up, building up fire and heat in the pit of your stomach and dangling you over that debilitating precipice but failing to guide you over the edge. And it's entirely intentional. He does it so that you'll have no choice but to use him to get yourself off. To get him off. The lust searing through your body forcing you to bounce yourself up and down his cock to make you both cum.

But even he has his moments where his greed gets the better of him. It turns him into a slave of his own wants and hunger, until all he does is take and take and take in a frenzied pace that threatens to make you pass out. It's like he's starved. Using your body and his own to work the both of you into exhaustion; with both of your muscles quivering and thrumming weakly, lungs pulling in air with labored breaths, sweat and cum smearing your skin until you're certain that it's impossible to cum again. But he never fails to pull another orgasm from your spent body. And another. And another . . .

♡ Q = Qᴜɪᴄᴋɪᴇ (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.): Isn't the fondest of quickie's. Once he gets started, it's difficult for him to stop, and being forced to pull away from the slick heat of your body can easily push him into a bad mood. Quickies are a tease. They require a restraint that he doesn't possess, and you learned a long time ago not to try and initiate sex with Mammon if you have a place to be or an appointment to get to. There's a very high chance that you won't be reaching it otherwise. Not unless you want to deal with a pouting, frustrated Mammon for the next few weeks. He tends to hold a grudge.

♡ ʀ = ʀɪꜱᴋ (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.): Absolutely. Especially in terms of public sex and being seen. He loves to risk of other demons walking in on you two and seeing you all spread out and split open on him, stomach bulging from his girth while you moan and whimper helplessly. It's feels like he's proving to them that you're entirely his. That they'll never have you like he does.

Experimenting in general is always on the table. He loves finding new ways to take you apart piece by piece. And in turn, he loves discovering new things about himself. Of watching you find another way to please him and prove your devotion to him, just like he deserves.

♡ ꜱ = ꜱᴛᴀᴍɪɴᴀ (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?): It really just depends. Mammon isn't the most motivated individual - not unless money is involved. But he is greedy. And once he gets worked up it can take a lot for the heat to get entirely snuffed out, and if he's in one of his rare moods, he can last for hours. However, that doesn't mean that he's going to be the one doing a good deal of the work. He'll have you bouncing on him. Pulling orgasm after orgasm from his spent body, even when the friction of your tight, sloppy walls gripping his cock is too much. Sparking something raw and tender along his nerves like an electrical current with every downstroke and grind from your hips. It's too sensitive. Almost brutal in a way that might make his eyes cross, but you can't stop now. You can't leave him like this. Moaning and whimpering and begging for another one - just one more - even though that's exactly what he had told you about four orgasms back. The sheets are beyond ruined now. Soaked with your shared arousal and sweat. It's a chore to breathe. It's no longer an automatic bodily response anymore, you have to constantly remind yourself to force in lungful's between each bounce. Your thighs are burning and screaming at you from the exertion, and there's no way that you aren't going to be sore tomorrow but Mammon's still begging. His claws are latched onto the meat of your hips, threatening to slice skin and leave you bleeding, but the blissed-out expression on his face takes precedence amongst all else. He still needs you. Crying out like a slut for you. And who are you to deny him?

♡ ᴛ = ᴛᴏʏꜱ (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?): You'd think that the guy who produces sex robots in his company's name would be a bit more open to using toys in the bedroom, but Mammon's jealousy truly knows no bounds. He sees them as an insult to himself and his capabilities. What could you possibly need a dildo or vibrator for when you have him? Let's be honest, a toy couldn't satisfy you like his fingers, or tongue, or cock can. They'll always pale in comparison in terms of how easily he makes your eyes cross, and your jaw drop from the flood of pleasure seizing your body.

But every now and again you may be able to persuade him into using something on you. . . Though it typically ends up backfiring and bringing him more enjoyment with the way that he never fails to torture you with whatever device you had insisted on using. He makes you regret even asking to use a toy; making sure to wring every ounce of bliss from your body until you're pleading for him to give you a break.

♡ ᴜ = ᴜɴꜰᴀɪʀ (how much they like to tease): To an almost annoying degree. He downright tortures you with his teasing, playing with your body so carefully. Working you up until your muscles are drawn taunt and tight and it feels like something molten and sugared is thrumming through your veins; keeping you right on that almost agonizing edge like he might finally have mercy on you and tip you over it with the brush of his fingertips or tongue. All of that just so that he can pull away from you and leave you empty and unfulfilled. Sobbing mournfully and writhing from your ruined orgasm. But he never has any sympathy for your tears or pleads - no matter how much he delights in the way that you beg for him. He'll work you back up again to hear your desperate moans and whimpers, just to stop and repeat the process all over again. For the second, fourth, sixth time in a row.

But sometimes he gives too much. Using your body for his own pleasure until you're pliant and stupid and filled with cum; nerves burning and raw from use and ecstasy. He'll have you split between bliss and something that might just be agony - a pleasure that's almost too much. But he's greedy. Using you like a doll as he chases after his own satisfaction like the ultimate hedonist. And you're just the vessel that was created to grant him his pleasure. He's made you black out from cumming over and over again and being filled to the brim until it's smearing down both of your bodies and soaking the silk sheets underneath.

♡ ᴠ = ᴠᴏʟᴜᴍᴇ (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.): He can be very vocal. He mostly groans and grunts, swearing and mumbling underneath his breath in a guttural purr that always has an exited tremble skipping down your spine. But it also doesn't take much for him to get loud either until he's practically whimpering (he always gets so flustered and angry when you tell him that he whines); drool slipping past the corners of his lips while his brows furrow close from the pleasure burning through every inch of his body. When he gets like this, he rambles. Sometimes it's straight up nonsense. His words too slurred and garbled to understood, but every now and then he manages to make a proper sentence. And when he does its usually complete filth.

. "Just' gimme another one. Jus' one more, I swear."

. " Keep yourself nice and spread open for me. Fuck, you're so fucking sloppy baby, you should be ashamed of yourself. But you're too stupid for that, ain't ya?"

. "You're such a slut. But you're my slut, huh? C'mon, say it."

. "You look like a porn star. I wish you'd let me film ya, you'd look so good all fucked out on film."

. "You should feel terrible makin' me do all the work while you sit back droolin' all over yourself like a useless little toy. Nothin' but a hole fer me to use - oh, don' act like you don't like it. I can feel you squeezin' me."

♡ ᴡ = ᴡɪʟᴅᴄᴀʀᴅ (a random headcanon for the character): It's been said before that Mammon would never share you. But that doesn't mean that he doesn't maybe fantasize about it every now and again. He's far too possessive to ever truly indulge in the dream, but he does entertain the idea every once in a while. There's just something so tempting about imagining the both of you all sprawled out among a sea of writhing bodies while you're brought to bliss by the glide of hungry, wet mouths and tongues. Teeth nipping at your tender flesh and stroking at you until your whine and writhe and scream.

It's a nice though but he'd rip apart anyone who touched you limb from limb.

♡ x = x-ʀᴀʏ (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes): An absolute monster. It was extremely intimidating the first time that you had seen him bare and fully hard - but who are you kidding, he's intimidating even when he's flaccid. You weren't even sure if he was going to fit the first time that you had fucked. And he didn't. It took week of stretching you out and training for you to be able to take him. Hours of working yourself open with fingers, and his tongue and toys for you to finally stretch out around his cock. The first few times that you had sex, all that you could manage was the tip. And there were times where it felt like it was ripping the air from your lungs and stuffing you full when it would finally slip past your tight walls with a filthy, wet pop.

Just the head of his cock would have you going dumb. All cross-eyed and slack jawed like one of those stupidly dramatic porn stars. And with the size difference, you were practically little more than a flesh light; all stupid and drooling while your body struggled to take him. But Mammon was remarkably patient for someone so stingy. Probably too caught up in his gloating and sickly-sweet cooing to be truly greedy.

Even now that your body has adjusted to him, he's still a lot to take, but it's always worth it.

♡ ʏ = ʏᴇᴀʀɴɪɴɢ (how high is their sex drive?): Not the highest sex drive. The impulse for sex typically evades him, and as stated before, when the desire does spark it's usually triggered by a bout of jealousy or a sense of possession. But on the rare occasion that the two of you are separated by business meetings, family affairs or events, he has a tendency to set himself off by thinking of you. He tortures himself with the memory of you sometimes and it often leads to him calling you no matter the hour of the day or night and demanding that you help get him off. He just wants to hear the sound of your voice, all dipped low and saturated with lust as he works one of his fists over his cock until he's cumming all over himself with a ragged groan.

♡ z = zzz (how quickly do they fall asleep after?): He's usually out like a light. It's honestly a little fascinating (and irritating) how quickly he's able to pass out afterwards. One second, he's panting and heaving and catching his breath while he clutches you close and the next, he's passed out and already drooling on his pillow.

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Obey Me! Demon Brothers: When You Wake Up From a Nightmare

tw: bad dreams, anxiety, sharing a bed, cuddling, kissing, eating food

Lucifer:

You were currently tiptoeing your way through the House of Lamentation, stumbling around in the dark. You knew the path to Lucifer’s office well, but it was still hard to navigate without any light. It also didn’t help that your heart was beating out of your chest from the dream you just had.

Finally reaching the correct door, you gathered up your courage and knocked on his door lightly.

“Come in.” he said from the other side.

You crept around his door to see him at his desk, papers sprawled out everywhere as usual. You knew you’d be more likely to find him in his office than his bedroom at this hour.

“MC, what are you doing up? You should be asleep, we have school tomorrow.” he asked in a slightly scolding tone.

So should you. You thought to yourself.

“I um…” you stammered, gaze fixed upon the floor.

He sensed your nervousness, and his tone softened. “MC, it’s alright,” he reassured, “you can tell me.”

You huffed, then straightened yourself up. “I had a bad dream, and now I can’t sleep.”

“Ah, I see…” he observed, folding his hands together. “Are you sleepy?”

You nodded sheepishly. “I am, but I’m too anxious to let myself fall back asleep.”

“Hm…” he hummed, drumming his fingers on his desk in thought. “Would it help if someone was in bed with you?”

Your heart stopped. The avatar of pride himself was offering to share a bed with you just so you could fall back asleep. Of course, you had fantasized about it several times before, but were far too shy to initiate anything with him.

“I…” you stuttered, clearing your throat. “I suppose so.”

“I was thinking about heading up to bed soon myself.” he explained. “You could join me if you’d like.”

You nodded with a small smile. “I would like that.”

He grinned. “Alright, let’s go.”

At first, it was a bit awkward. He slept on his back, and you were curled up in a ball facing away from him. You tried your best to let go of your anxiety, but it seemed to just make you feel worse.

“Lucifer?” you whispered hesitantly.

“Yes MC?”

“I’m still scared…” you admitted, feeling embarrassed. It was humiliating to tell a demon you couldn’t fall asleep because of a stupid dream.

He sighed and rolled over, putting his arms around you to spoon you. Your breath hitched in your throat as he put one arm around your waist and the other under your pillow. He draped a single leg over both of yours, then plopped his head onto the edge of your pillow.

“There, now you’re safe and protected.” he told you. “I won’t let anything happen to you.”

You were stiff at first, but it was surprisingly easy to lean into his touch. He really did make you feel safe. He smelled like coffee and vanilla, and was so warm…

Before you knew it, your eyelids were starting to feel heavy again, and you were drifting off to sleep without a care.

“Goodnight my dear.” he whispered, somehow sensing that you were about to pass out. You hummed in response, making him chuckle before nodding off himself.

Mammon:

You woke up in a cold sweat, turning on your bedside lamp quickly to make sure nothing was after you. You sighed in relief as you realized it was just a dream. However, your mind drifted back to your sorcery class earlier today.

You were instructed to envision your worst fears as you looked into the cauldron, manifesting them into a hexing potion. Yours turned out great, but now it was plaguing you. What if you accidentally manifested some sort of terrifying entity, and it was now coming after you?

You began to tremble in anxiety, feeling your heartbeat quicken. You sprung out of bed and ran to the one person you knew would make you feel better.

“Mammon wake up!�� you screeched, bursting through his bedroom door.

He groaned as he raised himself up. “Hm? What’s goin’ on?” he asked with a yawn, squinting his tired eyes.

“I think something’s after me!” you cried. “I don’t know what it is but I just had a horrible nightmare, and today in potions class I was manifesting my worst fears into a hex, and now I’m scared it’s coming for me and-“

“Okay, okay,” he interrupted, concerned at how you were gasping for air between sentences. He put his arms around you and just held you there for a second, rubbing his hand along your back soothingly. “I’ve got ya. It’s okay.”

You squinted your eyes shut, pushing the stray tears out of them. You buried your head into his chest as you caught your breath.

“Mammon, I’m so scared.” you confessed.

“I can tell, you’re literally shakin’…” he observed. He leaned back and placed a hand on your forehead, looking down at you with a concerned expression. “You’re burnin’ up too. Ya poor thing…”

“What if something is coming to get me?” you asked. “What if it wants to hurt me?”

“I wouldn’t let anything hurt ya, MC. You’re with the Great Mammon now.” he reassured with a smug grin. Normally a remark like that would’ve annoyed you, but tonight it was strangely comforting.

“Thank you Mammon…” you sighed in relief. You looked around the room awkwardly. “Can I… can I sleep in here tonight?”

His eyes widened and his face immediately heated up at the suggestion. He wanted to scream “yes!” from the rooftops. But he just coughed, shifting into a stricter posture. “I don’t know if that’s-“

“Please?” you practically whimpered, reaching for his hands. You were looking at him with the biggest puppy dog eyes he had ever seen.

Damnit. He thought to himself. They’re way too cute to refuse.

“Well… what kind of demon would I be if I didn’t help my human out in their hour of need?” he stated with false confidence. “But just for tonight!”

“Yay!” you cheered, burrowing under his blanket like a little bunny.

His thoughts were racing as he joined you. Be cool, Mammon. You’re just sharing a bed with your crush. It’s no big deal. Whatever you do, don’t think about how snuggly they look, or how they were just begging you to sleep together, or how they came to you first over everyone else…

“Thank you for keeping me safe, my big strong demon.” you chuckled. You thought to yourself for a moment, then leaned over to peck his cheek. “Goodnight Mammon.”

His heart felt like it was going to explode, and his face was on fire. “Oh come on, ya can’t just do that! How am *I* supposed to fall sleep now?”

Leviathan:

Just as you expected, the lights of Levi’s room were still on. He was sitting up in his bathtub bed, playing video games. It was a sight you saw every day, but tonight it was especially calming.

“Levi?” you called out as you entered through the doorway.

He jumped slightly at the sudden intrusion, but smiled once he saw that it was you. “Oh, it’s you MC. Do you need something?”

“Yeah actually, I…” you began, rubbing the back of your neck anxiously.

He looked you over, observing your tousled hair, clammy skin, and dark circles. “Bad dream?”

Your head snapped back up, and you let out a small gasp. “How did you know?”

He shrugged, setting his controller down. “I used to get them a lot. I just kind of know the look of them.”

“Really?” you asked. “But you seem so brave!”

He blushed lightly, glancing down at his lap with a smile. No one ever thought of him as brave.

“I just started doing things I love when I woke up from a nightmare.” he explained. “Playing video games, watching anime, reading manga… it was a good way to get my mind off the dream, and helped me feel sleepy enough to go back to bed. And since it put me back in a good headspace, I usually had a good dream afterwards. ”

You smiled gratefully. “Thanks for the advice Levi. I’ll give that a try.” You started to walk away, but he grabbed your wrist suddenly. You froze and glanced down at it.

“Sorry.” he chuckled nervously, letting go. “It’s just… if you’re not ready to go back to sleep yet, I was wondering if you’d want to watch some anime together? I’ll give you my ruri-chan body pillow and everything.”

You couldn’t help the great big smile that broke out on your face. “I’d love to, Levi!”

He gave you an equally huge grin, and pulled you into the tub on top of him. You screeched playfully, scrambling to sit up on his lap. Feeling a lot better already, you were confident that you would have a good dream when you eventually went back to sleep, like Levi said. What he didn’t know was that he was the topic of all your good dreams.

Satan:

Satan was sitting up in his bed, propped up on his pillows and reading a book. He was in his pajamas, clearly doing his nightly routine of reading before bed. He glanced up from the top of his book when he heard you enter his room.

“Ah MC, it’s good to see you.” he smiled, closing the book but keeping his thumb on the page he was reading.

“Hi Satan, um… what are you reading?” you asked, trying to deflect the attention off yourself.

“Oh not much, just some poetry…” he told you, gesturing to the book. “Did you need something?”

“Yeah…” you sighed. There was no way you could act like nothing was wrong. He could read you too well. “Do you… remember that time we were studying together and I fell asleep to the sound of you reading aloud?”

He nodded with a miniscule smirk.

“Well, I just had a really bad dream, and I can’t fall back asleep… could you do that for me again?” you asked, bashfully kicking at the foot of the bed.

“Of course I can, dear.” he said, trying to contain his joy at how you came to him for help with a request like this.

He scooted over and flipped up the comforter, patting the spot next to him. You slowly climbed up next to him, cautiously resting your head on his shoulder.

He put an arm around your side to hold the other end of his book out in front of you. “I didn’t know you enjoyed my reading so much.”

You shyly looked away from him. “You just… have a really relaxing voice, okay?” you mumbled.

He held back a chuckle, turning his attention back to the book. He began reading it out loud to you.

You followed along for a little while, but eventually your eyelids fluttered shut, and Satan’s words got more and more jumbled. You just felt so cozy and safe in his arms, and before you knew it, you didn’t even remember how scared you were. You quickly fell asleep right there on his shoulder.

He glanced down at you, smirking to himself as he noticed your unconsciousness. He turnt his attention back to the book.

“‘I may never find words beautiful enough to describe all that you mean to me, but I will spend the rest of my life searching for them.’ John Mark Green.”

He shut the book and placed it back on his night stand. Carefully lifting you off his shoulder, he laid you down flat on the bed and covered you up. Once the lights were off, he curled up next to you and went to sleep with butterflies in his stomach. You were truly special to him.

Asmodeus:

You crept into Asmo’s bedroom to see him sound asleep on his huge, luxurious bed. He had on a pink sleep mask, and was wearing the softest silk pajamas you’d ever seen.

“Asmo?” you whispered, gently shaking him awake.

He whined, shuffling around a bit. “Mm, who is it? You know I need my beauty sleep!”

“Asmo it’s me, MC… I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have woke you. It was just a nightmare. I’ll go back to bed…”

He suddenly sprung up, whipping off his sleep mask. “Oh my poor darling!” he pouted, turning on his bedside lamp. “Sorry about the tone MC, I assumed you were one of my brothers. I would’ve been much nicer had I known it was you!”

“It’s okay Asmo…” you told him with a chuckle.

“No it’s not ‘okay,’ you just had a nightmare!” he gaped, putting his hands on your shoulders. “That’s really scary! I mean, I never get them, but Levi does, and from what I hear they’re pretty terrifying!”

“It was, but… I can’t remember what it was about.” you told him disappointedly.

“Oh, that’s horrible honey…” he said, pulling you in for a tight hug. “I bet it’s even worse not knowing what scared you!” He began to run a hand through your hair comfortingly. Your eyes rolled back in your head at the soothing sensation. It felt really good to be babied by Asmo.

You nodded into the crook of his neck. “I’m still pretty scared too… can I sleep with you tonight?”

“Of course you can darling!” he cooed, kissing your forehead. “I’ll give you all the attention you want until you fall back asleep!”

“Awh, thanks Asmo…” you beamed, falling back against the mattress with him.

The two of you stayed up for a little while longer, gossiping and giggling until you started feeling tired again.

“You’re so cute when you’re all sleepy like this…” he complimented you, tucking your hair behind your ear. He was looking at you with such genuine admiration in his eyes. “You’re beautiful, MC.”

“Not as beautiful as you, Asmo.” you chuckled, trying to ignore the blush that was creeping up your cheeks.

He laughed, cuddling up to you. “Well, no one’s as beautiful as me. But you come pretty close.”

Beelzebub:

You woke up in the middle of the night with a general sense of anxiety. It wasn’t so much that you were panicking, but it was enough to put you on edge.

You were startled by a loud noise coming from down the hall. Paralyzed with fear, you somehow managed to creep out of bed and down the hallway, holding a broom out in front of you for protection.

You stopped in front of the kitchen, hearing something shuffling around in there. Whatever was lurking around the house was definitely in there. You collected all the courage you had, then leapt around the corner into the kitchen, charging in with your broom raised to strike.

“MC, it’s just me!” Beel cried, throwing his hands up in surrender. He was currently knelt in front of the oven, picking some cookies up off the ground.

“Oh…. sorry Beel, I’m just a bit jumpy… I heard a loud noise and got scared.”

“That was just me baking cookies.” he chuckled, standing up. “I accidentally dropped the tray taking them out of the oven. I’m sorry I woke you.”

“No it’s okay, I was already awake.” you explained, taking a seat at the counter.

“Really? You’re usually asleep at this hour.” he observed. He set the tray in front of you, gesturing for you to take one.

“Well I was, but I just randomly woke up.” you told him, taking a bite of a cookie. “I don’t know why, I just felt super anxious and full of dread.”

“That’s not good.” he said, stating the obvious. “I usually only get nightmares when I’m hungry. That’s why I always wake up for a snack before I can have one.”

“Maybe that’s what I need.” you chuckled. “Good thing you were up baking!”

He laughed along with you, grabbing a cookie himself. “I’m glad I can help. But even if I wasn’t, you know you can always wake me up if you need something. I wouldn’t mind.”

You smiled warmly. “Thank you, Beel. I really appreciate that.”

He nodded contentedly, then picked up the tray of cookies. “Well, I’m gonna take these back to my room and go back to bed. Wanna share?”

You were a little shocked that he was being so forward. He must have noticed this, because he gave you a comforting expression before he explained.

“The cookies, not the bed.” he laughed. “Although I wouldn’t mind sharing both.”

You giggled at his bluntness. “Sounds good to me.”

“Which one?” he asked.

“You’ll find out soon enough.” you teased, grabbing the cookies and running ahead of him up the stairs. He quickly caught up to you in the bedroom, but you jumped into his bed before he could catch you.

“I see, you wanna share both too.” he grinned, crawling up next to you. He took a bite out of the cookie you were holding. “How gluttonous.”

Belphegor:

The faint sound of snoring reached your ears as you opened the door to the stairs of the attic. You knew Belphie would be asleep. Having just woke up from a nightmare, you first thought was to go to the avatar of sloth. Surely he would be able to help.

“Belphie?” you called out, approaching his sleeping form. No response. You shook him lightly. “Belphie, please, I need you.”

That seemed to get to him. He immediately rolled over and sat up. “MC? What is it?”

You sighed in relief that you were able to wake him up. “Belphie, can you do anything about nightmares? I just had a pretty bad one, and now I can’t sleep.”

“Oh, I’m sorry MC.” he said sympathetically, ruffling your hair. “Yeah, just lie down right here next to me.”

You did as he asked, curling up in his cozy blankets and pillows that smelled just like him. The lavender aroma was intoxicating, instantly making you feel sleepy again.

“Alright, is it okay if I lay on top of you? It helps the magic work better.” he asked. You nodded, and he put his weight on you. His head was on your chest, and he had his arms curled up around your sides. It felt like you had a big, cuddly teddy bear on top of you. That combined with the way he was drawing little circles on your arm with his fingers was enough to put you back to sleep in no time.

You awoke in the morning tangled up together. He had somehow wriggled his way up your body, laying on his side and holding onto you while you faced him, curled up into his chest.

He woke up at the feeling of you stirring next to him, a small smile forming on his face as he stretched his legs. “Good morning, MC.”

“Morning Belphie.” you mused, brushing his hair out of his face. “That was some magic you used last night.”

He chuckled lightly. “I didn’t use any magic last night MC.”

Your mouth fell open in shock. “You didn’t? But… I fell asleep so easily!”

“I honestly just wanted to cuddle you.” he confessed, blushing slightly. “But I guess it made you feel safe enough to fall back asleep.”

“Yeah, it did… I didn’t have another nightmare, so I’ll let you off the hook.” you decided, smirking at him playfully.

“I don’t apologize for anything.” he remarked with a devilish grin.

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leviathans-watching · 2 years ago

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Hello hello! I was wondering if you could do headcanons with the brothers with a low vision MC? (I.e. Thick glasses lenses, having to be very close to read small print or having to have the print in large letters, who bumps into things easily and a hard time with peripheral vision) please?^^

mc with glasses

includes: the brothers x/& gn!reader (no pronouns mentioned

wc: .6k | rated g | m.list

a/n: haha i love prompts that bring out their stupidity. i hope you enjoy lol. my inbox is open to chat, req, or leave feedback, so come say hello!

please reblog <3

➳ lucifer pauses, seeing your contact lense brand. “do you have astigmatism?” “yeah, how do you know?” you reply, confused. “i wear the same brand. it’s for astigmatism only,” he explains, and you laugh. “i always forget you wear contacts. you should wear your glasses more often, you look really charming.” he flicks you an appraising look. “only if you do. you look cute when you wear yours.”

➳ mammon blinks, looking around. “damn, i knew you needed glasses, but i didn’t know you were frickin’ blind.” slowly, he waves a hand in front of his face. “very funny,” you say sarcastically, reaching for your glasses and pulling them off of his face. “of course i have bad vision. that’s why i need glasses.” “how many fingers am i holding up?” mammon asks, looking at you seriously, and you give into the urge to shove at him.

➳ levi sighs wistfully, taking the papers from you. “this is just like my ninth favorite anime, my best friend is blind both literally and of my feelings toward them.” you fix him with an impatient look. “yeah, yeah, i get it. just please read me off the content, i left my glasses upstairs and really need help.” finally, he does as you ask, and you sigh in relief, continuing to fill out the form on your laptop, ‘control plus’-ing a few more times.

➳ satan always finds your glasses in the most random places. “seriously, mc? under the couch? you had them earlier, i don’t understand how they could have even made it there.” “oh, thanks,” you say gratefully, taking your glasses from him and wiping off the lenses with my sleeve. “i was wondering where they went.” “again,” satan says impatiently, “i found them under the couch. the couch! seriously, you’d lose your damn head if it wasn’t attached to your neck.”

➳ asmo pleads and pleads for your prescription, which is a really weird thing to want, so obviously you don’t give it to him. “why do you even want it?” you ask exasperatedly. “what are you going to do with it?” asmo rolls his eyes. “i’m gonna get you new frames, duh! the ones you have right now are like, totally ugly! in fact, i’m gonna get you several new frames so we can mix and match to go with your outfits!” “no,” you say. “that’s dumb. and i like my current frames, thank you very much!”

➳ beel is sweet, but he doesn’t really get it. “so wait, when you’re not wearing your glasses you’re totally blind? like, unable to see at all? man, humans are weird.” it takes you a moment to find a response. “beel, i love you, but that was the stupidest thing you’ve ever said. of course i’m not genuinely blind. things are just blurry!” “oh,” he says, thinking hard. “isn’t everyone’s eyesight a little blurry?” wait, does he need glasses?

➳ belphie thinks they're dumb and get in the way. “how am i supposed to sleep comfortably without being worried about rolling over onto them?” he complains. “you should just get lasik already.” “well, if you would stop pulling me into bed and trapping me like a freaking octopus, i’d be able to take them off and put them on the nightstand,” you retort. “and that surgery is expensive! do you think i have money like that? that’s like me telling you ‘oh, belphie, your nose gets in the way when we kiss, go get a nose job.’ it doesn’t work like that!”

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animeismyhappyplace · 2 years ago

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Passion Blooms Under the Influence

Female MC x Barbatos Smut

Summary: After a quick study session with her tutor Solomon, MC finds herself feeling hot and bothered. Barbatos finds her and calms the heat scorching through her veins.

TLDR, MC gets dicked down by Barbatos 🥵

TW: Aphrodisiac use, mildly dubious consent due to aphrodisiac usage, they do cover consent but just to be safe, pet names, Barbs demon form makes an appearance, monster fucking I guess? (You'll see what I mean)

Word Count: 3,217

The last few weeks in the Devidom had been a bit of a blur for MC. Leviathan had summoned Lotan again after a fued with Mammon which left her room flooded and unusable luckily Diavolo offered her refuge in the Demon Lord Castle in one of the many spare bedrooms.

Today's lesson with Solomon had taken a weird turn, after practicing some simple spells they had gotten onto the topic of her little crush on the demon butler himself Barbatos. Her mentor had given her the usual pep talk about just being upfront about her feelings over a shared cup of tea, he had also given her a potion which he clamied would help boost her confidence in the matters of her heart before sending her on her way to her temporary home.

On her walk she noticed a prickling sensation starting to climb up her arms and down her legs. At first she brushed it off but the nearby demons began to start staring at her as her skin got hotter and hotter. In the end she had to teleport herself to the guest bedroom she'd been staying in to save herself, and the rest of her demon friends, too much public embarrassment.

Barbatos, being the immensely powerful demon he is, much have sensed the magical power entering the Demon Lord Castle and came to make sure the human exchange student was well after her trip out.

He knocks on her door a few times but when he doesn't get an answer he makes his presence known and enters the room, just to make sure she was unharmed, "MC, I assume your lesson went well?" He smiles as he opens the door before stopping in his tracks when he finally lays his eyes on the girl.

He sees her laid on the neatly made bed with her body streached out, sweat is streaked across her forehead and she's panting hard "B- Barbatos! Thank you for checking on me, I know you're probably busy..." She gulps down the saliva pooling under her tongue as he watches her curiously "It had been going well until Solomon gave me a potion to drink that he's currently working on and now I feel hot..." His green eyes flick from her body to her face as he watches her "Oh dear... Well... I'm here to take care of you, MC. You don't have to thank me, I am just doing what Lord Diavolo would expect me to do" He reaches his gloved hand down to push the hair back from her face causing her to shiver and push her body towards his retreating hand making him frown.

His finger curls under his chin as he thinks about your predicament "Did he tell you what the potion was for?" She shakes her head as she lifts her body to rest her weight on her elbows to look at him better "Just said... It would help me... Express feelings I've been hiding or something like that... I can't remember anymore". Barbatos can't help the hiss that falls from his lips as he looks away feeling irritation bubble in his chest "I have a... Suspicious of what that devious human has given you... Let's see" He hums as he returns his hand to her forehead, pushing his fingers through the strands of her hair and down to lightly caress her cheek watching to see her reaction to the soft and almost non existent stimulation.

MC can't help the whines that tumble past her lips as she tilts her head back to present her neck to the demon before she realises what she's done and gasps "I- I am SO sorry Barbatos... I don't know what's wrong with me" She looks down to the bedsheets with a slight pout before another wave of heat flows through her and she flops back down onto the bed, chest heaving.

Barbatos chuckles softly at her apology as he places one finger under her chin lifting her gaze to meet his own eyes. "Don't worry about it, MC." His voice is warm and soothing as he runs his gloved thumb over her lower lip, slowly trailing his way along her jawline as her tongue slips out of her mouth in an attempt to chase his clothed digits "I suspect Solomon has given you an aphrodisiac" Her eyes widen at his words before he continues "It would explain your temperature and your body's... Shall we say responsiveness..." His voice begins to trail off as he watches her intently.

She nods as she tries to take in his words "Is there any way to... Reverse it's effects?" Her fingers reach up slowly to hold his arm in place as she leans fully into his touch, Barbatos bites his bottom lip softly as he watches the human girl keen for his touch in ways he's dreamed of but never thought would become reality "We'd have to call the shady sorcerer himself to know for sure... But based on most aphrodisiacs the only way to rid you of the effects would be to-" He can't help but hesitate to finish the sentence but she nods to him to continue "You will need to satisfy your desires" He finishes with a slight blush dusted across his porcelain cheeks.

MC frowns for a moment confused before the realisation flashes across her face, a dark blush rising to her cheeks "Well with that I shall bid you farewell so you may... Rid yourself of your afflictions..." The demon clears his throat and bows with his hand across his chest before he turns to leave "NO!" She shouts across the room as she bolts upright grabbing his hand to stop him, she looks away from him embarrassed by her own neediness.

Barbatos stares down at her in surprise, his brow furrowing slightly as he waits for her next move. "No?" He can't help the grin that spreads across his face as he looks down to see the place on his uniform her hand has gripped to keep him from leaving the room. "I-" She can't quite find the words to ask him what she wants, she grips his arm tighter and tugs him towards her as she gets on her knees and comes to the end of the bed to face him.

Barbatos' smile grows as he sees her come to kneel before him, his hands come to gently caress her cheeks as he takes in her beauty. "Tell me what you want, MC" He mutters softly as he brings her face centimetres from his own. A shiver racks up her spine and settles in her chest as she feels his breath hit her lips "Will you help me Barbatos?" She reaches her hands up to hold the base of his neck enjoying their closeness.

Barbatos smiles softly as he hears her plea, leaning forward to bring his mouth to hers as he kisses her gently almost treating her like she's ready to break apart at his touch. As he does this, one of his hands slides around her waist and pulls her closer to him, bringing them both even closer together. "Of course, my dear. I'm always at your service" He whispers huskily as he pulls away just enough to speak and give her a moment to back away from him if she doesn't want to continue.

A loud whine escapes her at his words as she tugs his back to her kissing him with as much passion as she can "You can't say things like that Barb... It makes me feel so hot". His eyes widen slightly at her response but he quickly recovers and continues to kiss her passionately, running his tongue along her own and down to her jawline while his free hand goes to her hair, pulling it into a tight ponytail so he can run his fingers through it.

After a few moments he breaks off the kiss and looks deep into her eyes "Last chance to back out little lamb before I can no longer hold myself back". She shakes her head as she looks at him as seriously as she can given her almost delirious state of lust "Want this... Want you Barbatos" She runs her hands over his covered shoulders as she pushes his jacket off "Please". The last threads of his resolve break as he helps her remove his coat and tosses it aside, then wraps an arm around her waist and lifts her onto the bed beneath her, taking advantage of her smaller frame to get on top of her pinning her beneath him as he leans down to kiss her again. "My pleasure little lamb".

MC bites her lip as she looks up at him and whispers softly "You don't know how long I've wanted this" Her arms loop around his neck as she keeps him close to her, licking her tongue into his mouth as she starts to explores his body. He feels her lips press against his and gives in completely, wrapping his other arm around her back and pressing himself against her as he begins to explore her own body. "I can't guarantee I'll be gentle with you my dear" He says breathlessly, letting his tongue slip between her lips and dance with hers.

She nods quickly to show her understanding as she threads one of her hands into his hair tugging gently at his soft ombre locks while the other caresses her thumb against his cheek, continuing to kiss him while she pushes her hips up to grind against his covered length. He groans softly when she pulls his hair and presses their bodies together more firmly, enjoying every moment of her kisses as well as her grinding movements. His hands slide from her waist to her ass, squeezing and kneading the flesh he finds there as he moves his hips slowly against hers. "You're driving me crazy little lamb..." He confesses to her as he enjoys the slow rock of his hips against her own.

She gasps as she feels his length pushing against her already wet clothed pussy "N- Need you... Please~" She begs sweetly as she moves her head to kiss and bite gently at his bare neck. He smirks at her begging tone and moans quietly, using his free hand to push a lock of her hair behind her ear. As she nips at his skin marking him as her own he reaches for the clasp on her dress and undoes it, pulling the fabric away from her body and exposing her to his hungry eyes while he pulls his dress shirt over his head.

He bends his head down to softly kiss her neck before moving down to her collarbone and littering her skin with bites marking her in turn "Now everyone will know you're mine" He grins at her slightly possessively before returning to her heated body. He skillfully unclasps her bra exposing her breasts as he encases her pebbled nipple in his mouth.

She lets out an drawn out moan as he gently bites and suckles on her nipple teasing the sensitive bud before moving to her other breast giving it just as much attention until she's squirming against the bed desperately needing him further down her body. Sensing her frustration he gives each nipple one last lick before trailing more kisses down her body before finally sliding down further to lick and nibble her thighs. She shivers under his touch and arches her back pushing her body closer to his teasing mouth.

As Barbatos pulls himself upright he takes a moment to enjoy the sight of the young girl in front of him marked up and desperate, the view he has from above her is enough to make his hardened length throb with need let alone the thoughts that invade his mind of what he would like to do to her. MC spreads her legs for him and he can't help the chuckle that leaves his lips "So wet already. My my that aphrodisiac worked rather quickly" He pulls her soaked panties down her legs and throws them to the side watching as more slick leaves her pussy and trails down her thighs.

Barbatos lowers himself back down to the bed as he removes his gloves throwing them to the floor then places his bare hands onto her thighs pushing them further apart so he can place himself between them. He moans as he finally gets a taste of her essence, first licking up the lines of wetness that coated her inner thighs before giving her pussy a long lick from her hole to her clit "You taste, dare I say, heavenly my little lamb" The way he slurps up her wetness lights her body on fire, only contributing to the aphrodisiacs effects.

MC's thighs twitch as she grasps his hair with both hands tugging harshly and shaking her head with tears rolling down her rosy cheeks "S'too much! I need your cock" Her head tips back as she rocks pussy into his face moaning as she cants her hips forward despite her pleas for him to just fuck her already. Barbatos lets out another laugh at her impatience as he feels her pulling on his hair. Had it not been for the aphrodisiac he may had punished her for being in such a rush, maybe next time he thinks to himself with a sinister smile. His emerald eyes dart over to her breasts and he smiles softly at how she's trying to push herself towards him. With a firm grip on her thighs he holds her still and licks her again from bottom to top and back down once more before circling her clit with his tongue "Need to prep you MC" He slides two of his thick fingers into her waiting pussy rubbing them against her throbbing walls.

MC's hand reach backwards to grab the sheets and grip them in her hands as she moans loudly "Barb" She whimpers out as her body trembles underneath him. The feeling of her inner walls tightening around his fingers causes him to groan out as he looks up at her face. Her juices are flowing freely and coating his lips and chin. He gives her one last kiss on her abused clit before moving backwards he licks her juices off his fingers "I believe that's enough teasing now my dear".

Keeping her legs spread for repositions himself and gives his leaking member a few sharp tugs before he runs his cock down to her sopping pussy to collect her juices lubing up his cock before pushing himself into her slowly letting her feel every inch as the burn of the aphrodisiac slowly starts to decrease. The dark haired demon smirks as he watches her reaction, seeing the relief spread across her face as he pushes himself into her. A low moan escapes her lips as he enters her fully. He waits for her to adjust before starting to thrust inside her gently but firmly, Barbatos reaches one hand up and intertwines his fingers with hers as he holds their hands above her head while the the trails down her side to grip her ass pulling her leg over his own keeping her close to his body. Each time he pulls out he leans down and kisses her neck before pushing himself back in, knocking the wind sinfully out of her chest.

As he starts to build up his pace rocking into her harder and faster her unoccupied hand finds purchase on his waist holding onto her demon lover as he pistons his hips into her own making the bed shake and buckle under his immense strength. Barbatos lets go of her hand as he feels her pussy throb and tighten around his cock and grabs onto her hips tightly. He begins to pound into her harder and faster each time slamming her further up the bed, her moans and whimpers increase in volume her hands reach up to grip onto her pillow tight.

His own moans are getting louder as he feels his cock head leaking precum into her pussy, he starts to feel himself losing control of his emotions when he suddenly shifts into his demon form due to the pleasure that racks through his body. She can't help the gasp that escapes her as she feels his body change under her fingers, seeing his demon form only makes her skin burn hotter. MC's hand grips his waist tighter her nails leaving crescent shaped marks as she reaches her other hand up to his hair to grip the base of his bone like horns.

The sensation of her touch sends waves of pleasure throughout his entire being. He lets out an animalistic moan and slams himself deep inside her "'M not going to be able to hold on much longer" He grunts while snaking his hand down between them to rub his fingers against her swollen clit. Her legs shake as he plays with her sensitive nub, she wraps her legs around his waist while her hands grip onto the base of his horns and his fork ended tail wraps around her waist to keep her steady. She matches his thrusts the best she can moaning loudly as pleasure shoots down her spine at all of the stimulation.

Barbatos kisses her deeply before moving his lips to her neck letting his fangs pierce her skin as he bites down in an attempt to control his moans, the painful pleasure from his bite sends her body over the edge into orgasm as he licks at the wound he's left behind "Cumming! 'M cumming!" MC moans loudly gripping onto her lovers body to steady herself as she cums hard, legs shaking violently.

Her pussy clenching hard on his cock and feeling her hands gripping his horns is the last drop of stimulation he needs to finally cum, Barbatos grunts loudly as he releases his load inside her as he continues to pound away at her releasing every bit of cum he has left. After several minutes of his own body shaking he pulls out and collapses beside her panting heavily.

As they both lay beside each other coming down from their highs the demon pulls her body to him as he gives her a soft kiss on her lips "Feeling better?" He asks chuckling softly as she simply nods her head clearly tired "Yes...I'm good now." She finally replies resting her head on his chest as her fingers draw delicate shapes on his sweat soaked body. His fingers slip under her chin to lift her head as he shifts out of his demon form "I'm sorry for shifting like that" He mutters as he caresses her face.

She leans into his touch enjoying the tender moment between them "No need to apologise, you're beautiful no matter what form you take" She smiles at him as she closes her eyes an ache seeping into her bones. "Thank you for taking care of me Barb.." She whispers quietly to him before drifting off to sleep. He gives her one last kiss placed against her forehead "Anything for you, my little lamb" He grins to himself softly as he allows sleep to take over his spent body.

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typingdyslexiaisathing · 9 months ago

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Hidden Under Blankets (Obey Me!) fic

Leviathan had left his room to head down to the kitchen and grab himself a snack of some kind. having spent the past five hours on his newest video game to finally find a suitable save point. All but inhaling the last cup of instant ramen to then use the bathroom and rinse off his face. Taking his time to think on if he should keep playing his game or just call it a night and sleep. He was really into the new game and wanted to find out what the story had lined up. But a yawn had him sigh to decide he should keep playing later. Since it wouldn't do to find out a plot twist when he was barely awake.

So the Avatar of Envy walked back to his bedroom. Only to find that the door was slightly open. Leviathan had been sure he had closed it when he left. So he knew it wasn't because he had forgotten to. His mind going into overdrive to ask dozens of questions. Was Mammon breaking in to ransack his stuff again?! Had Belphegor mixed up which room was his while sleepwalking?! What if some kind of alien species had decided to teleport into the Devildom and into the hallway to wait in ambush for him?! Or worse, steal all forms of otaku culture?!

Leviathan was instantly awake and alert enough to press his back against the wall and make a strategy. His tail gently easing the door open all the way to then wait for incoming hostiles. Yet nothing happened for Leviathan to wait a few moments. So the demon ever so slowly inched his way to the doorframe to peek inside his room. No one was there. Not a pesky Mammon or weird alien or even a wizard waiting to send him to a new world on a quest to save a kingdom. Just his room with the computer he left on humming and the fish in his fish tanks. But Leviathan knew better than to let his guard down. So he prepared himself before stepping into the room to duck down behind his bathtub. His gaze going to the closet to then look towards his desk. No signs of movement or anyone hiding in the closet or under the desk. Nothing but a few manga volumes and DVD cases.

But soon Leviathan did hear something. A shifting that was coming from inside his bathtub to also give a sigh of air. Making him tense before he blinked a few times. His brain wondering if aliens slept in bathtubs before he shook his head to clear it out better. So he leaned up to then see there was several blankets in the bathtub that weren't his. The lump under them moving as if turning over. So Leviathan used his tail to carefully lift the blankets and see who was in his chosen place of sleeping. There in the bathtub was you. Currently snuggling his anime body pillow and looking very lonely. Leviathan piecing things together for him to sigh in relief. So he reached over to poke you in the cheek a few times. Which had you openly grumble before you opened your eyes to look up at him. Leviathan took a second for you to blink the sleep out of your eyes. Then he leaned his head on his hand to ask, "Were you planning on kidnapping me to your room or are we going to share my bathtub?"

The fact Leviathan was being so casual over this made you smile. "I was going to leave that up to you. Since I only brought the blankets due to it being so cold and Lucifer not wanting to turn the heat up. But you might have to convince me to give you a blanket to use. Or just share both of them with me." Leviathan openly squeaked to blush from head to toe. Yet he soon smiled to actually lean down and lift you into his arms. Carrying you bridal style out of his room to head for your room and your much comfier bed. "I say we share a bigger bed and all the pillows you keep getting from us. Maybe if we wish hard enough, we'll wake up to snow in the morning. I know I'd be glad to get snowed in."

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three-realms-archive · 6 months ago

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The Three Realms Archive: Masterlist and Rules!

Welcome to the Three Realms Archive, where you can find stories about the beings that reside in the Three Realms and beyond! Whether it be stories of the Avatars of Sin, the students of Prince Diavolo’s RAD exchange programme, or of the incredible human who became sorcerer under the tutelage of the Wise Sorcerer and Master of the Seven Rulers of the Underworld… You can find their stories here!

Atmospheric introduction aside, welcome to this side blog for writing to do with Obey Me! And Obey Me! Nightbringer. These will most likely be bits and pieces that come to me when they come.

My ideas inbox is currently open (use the ‘Ideas Here!’ tab to send them), but please read the rules below first!!!

This blog is new, so bear with me whilst I work on aesthetics and getting started on writing/uploading some stuff I've written :D

Rules and masterlist under the cut:

Rules and Considerations

Please be kind and respectful to each other!

For personal reasons, this is a non-NSFW blog. Please do not suggest NSFW in the ideas box beyond slightly suggestive - any requests like this will be ignored. I will do my best to place content warnings where I think it's needed.

The ideas inbox is called such because you can be as vague as you want - even a single word. However, it is also called this because they are ideas and - depending on various factors like my schedule, how inspired I am, and how much certain ideas inspire me to write - there is no guarantee I write for every idea, or the same amount for every idea. Thank you for understanding in advance :D

I’m a fairly new OBM player, so if anything I write is contrary to the canon, please let me know and I can add a note or rectify it. Most of these are meant to be “imagine the character in this situation” and my personal interpretation.

Have fun!

Masterlist

🌟Inspired by an ideas inbox request!

Oneshot Fics

Checking In: The House of Lamentation family check into a human-world hotel.

Beware MC, the Kind: Sorcerer MC is gaining a reputation similar to that of their teacher, Solomon the Wise. But for what reasons?

Let's Form an Idol Group: Will Asmo's next attempt at making his brothers into a boy band succeed? (This one has a cute commenting challenge - please check it out!)

Dramatic Drama: Telenovelas can be very emotionally-investing for demons.

🌟A Small, Little Lie: TSL Arranged Marriage! AU. The sentence "I love you" means very different things to the Lord of Masks and his spouse and former-knight, Henry.

Love Me, Or Not: Satan pulls on flower petals, hoping to get the same result you did.

Was Never Your First, After All: A childhood friend visits you and Mammon realises ‘first man’ doesn’t suit him much anymore.

First Dates: A collection of first date thoughts from each Avatar of Sin.

Short Snippets

Ante Up: Mammon finds he's a lot more motivated to win quickly when he's at the casino with you.

The RAD School Play: Ideas about MC’s role in a school play at RAD.

Six Pillows and a Tattered Armchair: An angsty (ref. to Lesson 16) accompaniment to ‘Beel is Pillow’, exploring Belphie’s relationship with sleep in the aftermath of his actions.

The RAD Cheer Squad: 2, 4, 6, 8 - who do we appreciate? … Probably not whoever came up with the RAD Cheer Squad.

What Is Up, Fellow Celestials?: Luke finds this one human really, really cool. MC and Simeon suffer the consequences.

Just Wanting To Be Included: Mammon and Beel post a FabSnap video, but their brother just wants to be included.

Debuting Change: Diavolo invites a special guest to a special occasion.

Just A Study: Solomon tries to convince himself that living with you was just a study. Spoilers for Nightbringer Lesson 40!

Relent: Belphie has a super, super smart plan to get you to cuddle in bed with him.

A Rainy Day Indulgence: Simeon dances with you in the rain, and it reminds him of something.

Headcannons

Unhinged™: A bunch of silly headcanons that could each be their own anime episodes. Chaotic things the OBM! cast have done. Inspired by this post by @leniisreallycool.

Series

Beel is Anything, If You Beel-ieve

A very unserious collection of slice-of-life snippets, where Beel goes on a journey to become as many things as possible.

Beel is Pillow: Beel is pillow.

Beel is Paint: Beel is paint, according to Asmo.

Beel is Anime: Beel is anime, and Levi is not okay with this.

🌟 Scars, Wounds and Minor Inconveniences

A series exploring slice-of-life snapshots of the Obey Me! characters in the aftermath of Lesson 16. Each chapter is made up of two posts: a oneshot centred around one of MC's scars, wounds or minor inconveniences; and a post with the general headcanons inspiring the oneshot. Features references to injury and spoilers for Lesson 16 of OG Obey Me!.

Phantom Pain (Oneshot + Headcannons): Mammon is used to your 'needles-thing' by now. He doesn't mind it. After all, he has his own things he does every now and again.

A Weak Wrist (Oneshot + Headcannons): Your wrist is still weak from the TSL Quiz; so Lucifer doesn’t understand why you trust Leviathan more.

Nightmares (Oneshot + Headcannons): Belphegor relishes you and Beel growing further apart... until he doesn't, when Beel's dreams change.

Splintered Arms and a New Bedtime Routine (Oneshot + Headcannons - Coming Soon!): The angels are confused at the weird routine you and Beel have before bedtime during a sleepover at Purgatory Hall.

Better, Quicker Reflexes (Oneshot + Headcannons - Coming Soon!): Lucifer used to think his form of discipline was effective.

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asmotheavatarofhorny · 2 years ago

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Clingy 💛

• Mammon x GN!MC

• Lots of cuddles described in great detail

• Slightly suggestive

⚠️ CW: describes MC with gorgeous, pretty, adorable; I personally see these terms as mostly gender neutral as of current, however I can see how some people could not! Enjoy :)

Mammon is hot.

And no, I don’t mean just his looks.

He runs warm, noticeably so, and unfortunately for you, you’re stuck with his clingy ass climbing into your bed every night.

Around 3:00 every night without fail, you hear the soft tapping of footsteps on the hardwood floor outside your door, the metal bolts creaking as they shifted to reveal a tall figure (to a human at least). The candlelight burning softly in the hall perfectly framed the boy in your doorway, his fluffy hair and lack of a shirt apparent.

You left your eyes closed. If he wanted cuddles, he would ask. You found that with Mammon, it was best to just let him take what he needed. If he wanted you, he would take you. That’s just how it was between the two of you.

And that’s what he did.

Carefully, and lightly, so lightly as to not make a sound on the floor that he’d memorized so well after the last few years he’d spent walking to and from your bed, just like this.

He towered over you, you were gorgeous. So pretty. He wasn’t sure if it was the lack of sleep, or just the overwhelming awe at the sight of his human. His adorable human. The one he loved so much. But you were the most breathtaking thing he’d ever laid eyes on.

Slowly, he grabbed the comforter from on top of you and pulled it back just enough for him to slip through. He slid into the nest of sheets you’d made yourself, still moving with caution to not wake you. He couldn’t have you seeing him like this. Not now.

He wrapped his arms around your torso and felt his face light on fire. How could he be this lucky? How could he have the nerve to hold such a sacred being such as yourself? How could you allow such a thing from him?

He buried his face into the back of your neck and breathed in your smell. Your essence. He felt himself longing for more. He needed more of you. He couldn’t bare it any longer, as he slowly creeped up under your shirt and rubbed the palm of his hand lightly across your torso.

A leg draped over your hip, and the other went in between your thighs. He found himself kissing your neck, almost suffocating at how sweet you tasted. How soft your skin was, how he longed to merge together with you. He wanted you to be his. He wanted to be you. He wished to crawl up into your skin and become apart of you for the rest of eternity.

You found yourself blushing at the second born’s antics, unable to keep up the disguise any longer. You turned to face him, burying your face into the soft part of his neck. He smelled sweaty, but you didn’t really care. His bare skin was warm, and you reveled in it. He was like your own personal sun.

He repositioned to make you more comfortable before holding you tighter. So impossibly tight you struggled to breathe. You could only smell him. You could only feel him. He was so close you could almost taste it. His soft breath beat down on your earlobe, making you shutter.

He had pulled your shirt up to your shoulders now, and you considered just letting him take it off for a moment. Soon enough though he was rubbing your back, so sweetly. So lovingly. It was almost sickening. His fingertips were like a magic spell, binding you together for the rest of time. And to be perfectly honest, you were okay with that.

This. This was your heaven.

In the morning you would surely be drenched in a thick layer of sweat and a half an hour late for school thanks to Mammon’s stubbornness, but it was worth it for this moment. This bliss that you called your first man.

You hoped deep down, that he would come back tomorrow and do it all again.

#obey me #obey me shall we date #obey me fluff #obey me cuddles #obey me mammon #mammon x mc #mammon #mammon avatar of greed #swd mammon #this has been in my drafts for a while #decided I may as well just post it lol #any more gender neutral terms that mean the same as pretty but aren’t quite so feminine?#I personally refer to myself as ‘pretty’ and have always thought of other guys as pretty also so idk #just seems a bit too feminine to be labeling the fic as “gender neutral yk??#part of why I kept this in drafts for so long lmaoo #probably overthinking it #LMAO I FORGOT TO ADD A TITLE SORRY

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pro-mammonologist · 2 years ago

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implied nsfw gn blurb

A tipsy Mammon slowly encouraging you to grind on top of him while his cheeks are practically red and his eyes glazed over in both lust and intoxication. You protest saying he’s not in the right frame of mind to have sex, which is accurate, and you know he’d say the same if the roles were reversed but then—

“Who said we gotta fuck? Jus’ need to get a lil bit of friction.” His grip on your waist tightens and attempts to pull you gently. “Just to feel your pretty body on me makes me nuts, ya know. You want it too, don’t you? You want the great Mammon?” He tugged harder now and was being rather convincing.

“Mammon, I don’t wanna do something you’ll regret—“

“Why would I regret gettin’ hot with you? Just grind on me, baby. Tell me you wan’ it.” Mammon reached for the demonus and threw back another swig. “You looked so pretty earlier it was drivin’ me nuts. I knew you wanted to look good, but it took me gettin’ a lil drunk to realize why ya did it.” Mammon’s erection was unbelievably noticeable, maybe it’s because he has you pressed so hard on him it feels like that, or maybe he’s actually that aroused. One thing for sure, you were getting turned on too but you knew it’d be a bad idea. Weighing the consequences was exceptionally hard despite that, especially with how he’s starting to sing your praises.

“Oh? And why do you think I did it?” Dammit, you need to shut him down!! Not egg him on!

“Cuz ya wanted me, obviously. You’re too shy to ask outright.” He straightened his back and leaned forward to face you much closer. “Yer too scared to say ‘Mammon, I want you.’” You could feel his breath on your lips and chin and the way that the light in the room just barely passed behind you two had you almost in complete darkness. You could feel his fingers tracing shapes on your skin and feel how his legs spread wider, as though he was giving himself more room, considering how trapped he felt. “Yer too scared to say ‘I want you to fuck me. I want you so bad Mammon’.” He tried to fake a whine at the end but ended up snickering. “Ain’t that it? Come on, you can say it.”

“I’m not scared.” You respond.

“Then say it. Admit it.” His lips were practically pulling at yours, waiting for you to kiss him. To let loose.

You look at him in the darkness, trying to actually think of how to escape this situation but also fighting the urge to indulge. “Mammon, I’m not gonna.”

“See. Chicken.” He took another drink and pulled away from your lips.

Dammit. “If I admit it, can we go now. And get you sober?”

He groaned but to your shock, “yeah, promise,” he agreed.

“Then. Mammon, I want you to fuck me. I did get all dressed up for you, I want you in every way you say I do.” You wasted no time, feeding his ego.

“Atta human.” His hands moved from your waist to cup your cheeks. “One more thing, then we can go home.” You didn’t have to ask him what it is, with Mammon, it’s pretty much clear.

Your lips connected slowly, much slower for a regular Mammon pace. The passion was there, but he was actually savoring your taste, savoring the feeling. He was breathing it in, taking in as much of you as he could. This Mammon wasn’t messy or sloppy, it was a wet kiss, but he still knew exactly what he was doing.

“Mc.” He breathed your name. “I want you so bad, but if I gotta wait, you do too.”

#obey me #obey me shall we date #mammon x mc #mammon #mammon smut #obey me mammon x reader #obey me nightbringer #obey me headcanons #currently under mammons bed

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koolades-world · 7 months ago

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Hi!! Congrats on 2k I’m so proud of you!!!! :D

For the event, can I request 2 and 21 with Beel?

thank you!!!! it took me a hot second to get to your request but i'm here now haha

it's always great to see you!! so glad you made a request :)

enjoy <3

prompts 2 and 21 w/ Beel

You didn't wake up early often on weekends before you lived in the Devildom. You were the type that had to be shaken awake if you needed to be up before you usual wakeup time, and countless times, roommates have had to shut of your alarm and wake you up themselves because they were growing sick of that blaring alarm.

To no surprise, you didn't change upon moving. But, it did get harder to stay in bed after you'd woken up thanks to all of the frequent uninvited guests that somehow 'accidently' spent the night in your room or snuck in after you'd fallen asleep.

The only guest that wasn't unwelcome was Beel. You'd come to really trust him, despite the fact he'd been the one to knock down an entire wall of your room. Staying in his room for that short period of time had caused you to grow closer to each other. The two of you learned a lot about each other, and after you learnt he had a twin that was currently out for the same exchange program you were part of, you knew you had to be the presense in his life that he was missing. You wouldn't and couldn't replace him, which you knew, but you could at least try to soothe the ache, and bring something new into his life.

You quickly grew the closest with Beel out of all the demons you'd met in the program because of how understanding and kind he was. He always listened to you when you needed to get something off your chest, and he was your biggest cheerleader for anything, and everything. You were much too afraid to tell him, but he had become like a brother to you; he was someone you trusted with your life and knew no matter what, he would be there for you. He always looked out for you with the vigilance of an older brother and even thought it was unspoken, you knew you could turn to him for anything.

It was another one of those lazy mornings in the HoL. Nobody was awake yet, except for Beel, and thanks to his alarm, you. "What time is it?" You yanked the blankets up over your face.

"Five." Beel sounded pretty awake. This hadn't been the first time you'd slept over in his room, but that didn't make hearing his early alarm any easier. Usually you just brushed it off and went back to bed, but for some reason, you were more awake than you usual. Perhaps it had to do with your long day and early bedtime yesterday, but you could worry about that later.

"It's too early. You can't go yet. You make a great pillow." Often times the two of you would snuggle close under the covers together and enjoy a movie or tv show. Mammon was often there somewhere, and Asmo and Levi would drift in from time to time, but Beel and his snacks were the constant. You always feel asleep first, and thanks to Beel, the other brothers had no chance of pranking you in your sleep. He acted as your guardian, your shield. With him by your side, you found your sleep was much more peaceful and you no longer woke up in the middle of the night with terrors or otherwise. You were never cold and you never had any issues getting comfortable. You'd never asked, but you thought he was also sleeping better.

"Alright, I can stay in bed a little longer." Beel caved to your demands without a second thought. It was delightful to know he cared enough to listen to your silly demands.

"How much longer?" You asked. You figured it would only be another twenty or so minutes, so you wanted to savor the time you had left. You peaked out from under the covers to look at him.

"However long you want," Beel responded. He smiled at you, carefully tucking you back under the sheets.

"Awww, you're the best. I'm just some human but you treat me like gold." You didn't think too much of what you said, but Beel seemed to take it to heart.

"Why wouldn't I? You're family to me." You felt yourself begin to grow giddy at his words. You'd be repeating those words in your head forever. Despite the day having just started, you knew it would be a good one. You lent over to hug him. He seemed a little confused but was happy to reciprocate.

"Thank you." Beel's grin grew a little once he saw the glee spread across your face.

"Anything to make you happy." From that alone, your mutually felt emotions were conveyed. Having Beel by your side was like having a brother, one you wouldn't trade for anything. He accepted you into the family you'd been thrown into, and that's all you needed to get by in the Devildom.

#2k followers special #obey me #obey me!#obey me beel #omswd #obey me shall we date #obey me! shall we date #obey me! shall we date?#obey me beelzebub #gn reader

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tremendous-entropy · 8 months ago

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Hello all! Ok, so I've never written fics before, let alone smut, but this thought has been driving me crazy for a while and I can't find what I'm looking for so I decided to give it a go myself. Premise being that in the nightbringer time-line all the brothers are 100% virgins. So I'd like to explore that, lol. Taking place after you wake up from your coma and on from there. First being mammon that night (ignoring the bit where they're all asleep outside your door at the end of that lesson) and then next being lucifer after he learns they all want to stay in the devildom with Satan, when the two of you are in his office bc it just sets it up so perfectly. From there idk what order or after what happening I want the rest of them to happen. So I'm looking for suggestions, and also just really want to know if this is something y'all would be interested in reading? Bc it's gonna be super long. And it may take a while, I have Adhd and my shit is all over the place. I'm going to use my MC, Zaeda, she/her, bi, poly. I can already tell you mammon will probably be the most in depth, lol, I just love him so much, I'm sorry 😂 but I do love them all and I will do my best to give each of them the time they deserve 😉So here's a little long af teaser and probably not gonna be super wonderfully edited so ignore any current typos, give me some feedback please!

NSFW but barely

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You lie in bed wide awake thinking back on the last few days of your little coma situation. You recall everything you heard the boys say while you were under, every word, every kiss. You're practically brimming with love. Sleep eludes you. It's intensely quiet. Lucifer threatened the brother's lives if they so much as stepped out of their rooms tonight to ensure you got proper rest.(No he's not worried about you.) Apparently they all slept outside your door the entire time you were out. They've all been on your mind more constantly lately. In a different way. In your time you're in a happy poly relationship with all of them and you've slept with all of them more times than you can count. In this time.....well...they're all virgins.

You shuffle through each demon in your mind, recalling so many intimate moments, wondering how different this time will be. Did Barbatos explain things to them while they were confined to the castle? Brand new demons. Have they masturbated? Do they watch porn? Have they discovered any of their kinks yet? Should you show them? Or let them figure it out slowly? So many questions. So many possibilities. Where to start? Which lucky demon will be the first to fall...to you. Who will be the second? The third? Fourth? Mmm. Let's get this party started.

*MAMMON*

You already know the answer to who's first. Who better than your first man? So many firsts with that boy. It's only right that he be the first. The first to love you, the first to know you. The rest can wait, the time has to be right for each of them. The fact that you haven't jumped that greedy boys bones already is a testament to your self control. For now, you crawl out of bed, strip to nothing, walk to your dresser and unfold Mammon's white shirt you keep in your drawer. It smells like him. You should probably return this.... You put it on, it comes down just enough to cover your bare ass. Perfect. You grab your ddd and slowly and carefully make your way out into the hall.

"thank fuck I'm a master at sneaking around these halls", you think to yourself, as you quietly walk on the balls of your feet, slowly stepping over every creaky board in your path. It's seems like an eternity has passed by the time you finally make it to the 2nd borns room. You open the door little by little, unsure as to whether or not the demon is sleeping, it's still early for you and he's usually just as nocturnal as you are, even with the neverending darkness of the devildom. You spot the white haired demon as you walk in, sitting on his couch, some long forgotten movie playing on the TV, scrolling intently on his ddd, completely unaware of you walking up behind him, or what's about to come next...

"Hey, pretty boy." you coo at him walking up behind the couch. "AHHH! FUCK! ZAEDA WHAT THE FUCK?! DON'T SNEAK UP ON ME LIKE THAT YOU ALMOST GAVE ME A HEART ATTACK!" He holds his right hand to his chest dramatically as he catches his breath, "I coulda hurt ya, dummy!" he pouts. "Aw, sweet boy, I'm sorry I scared you." you smile as you bend down crossing your arms and resting them on the back of the couch as you lean in closely. If only he could see the view from the back. "Ya didn't scare me! Nothin scares the Great Mammon! Ya just caught me off guard is all! Shit, what are ya even doin up, aren't ya s'posed to be restin?" You smile sweetly at the frazzled demon and look into those gorgeous blue eyes of his, "should I go back to bed?" "NOOO! No! ... I- I mean.. it's not like I care..." he trails off. You tilt your head to the side and eye him suspiciously, "hmm". His tsundere tendencies don't faze you anymore. You know he's loved you since before he knew what love really was. You know he thinks the sun shines out your perfect ass. You wait patiently as his thoughts catch up to him. He's looking anywhere but you

"I- I mean...sorry I... I don't want you to go...I-" You smile as you reach out and gently lift his chin up to meet your gaze. Uncertainty swirls in those beautiful eyes shinning up at you and such a pretty little blush across his perfect face. You slide your hand to his cheek and slowly pull him in and plant a gentle kiss on his waiting lips. " I'm not going anywhere, puppy." Barely a whisper into his sweet lips. He melts into your touch as you you rub your thumb over his cheekbone. His blush probably reaches his knees by now. You remove your hand from his face after running it once through his soft hair. His ddd still in his left hand, catches your attention. You lean over slightly for a better look. While you're distracted, mammon takes the time to really soak you in. He looks at your beautiful face, your pretty pink hair, falling waves over your shoulders, those lips that haunt him all hours of the night. His eyes rake down your body, what he can see of it right now, he finally notices the shirt. "Zaeda, is tha-", "Watcha lookin at mams?".... He freezes as he remembers what he was doing before you were standing in front of him. He scrambles as you snatch his ddd from his hand and run behind the pool table. On the screen is a photo album. Full of pictures of you. You and him, but mostly you. You quickly scroll through the seemingly endless pictures (how does he even have so many?). "HEY! NO! STOP IT RIGHT NOW! THAT'S PRIVATE PROPERTY!" He jumps off the couch and runs to you and desperately tries to grab the device as you dodge him over and over, laughing. "Puppyyyy! It's cute! Look at all these! I'm flattered." You hold the ddd up over your head. "It's not what you think! I- was doin somethin- I was just-"

He stops dead in his tracks. Jaw agape.

"Y- you...you're...are you...um...you're not w-wearing anything under that shirt..." You notice a little too late that with your arm above your head like that you can juuust see the bare curve of your ass peeking out from the bottom of his shirt that hangs on your body so perfectly goddamn his heart is gonna bust out of his chest fuck he can see your nipple rings through the thin white fabric fuck why is his dick throbbing

"Fuck...." You turn his ddd off and lay it on the pool table and slowly make your way toward him, holding his gaze. "That part was supposed to be a surprise."

That's all so far! Lemme know what y'all think!

#Obey me #obey me shall we date #Obey me fic #Obey me imagine #Mc x demon brothers #Mc x lucifer #mc x mammon #Mc x Levi #Mc x Satan #Mc x asmo #Mc x beel #Mc x belphie #Poly!#Obey me smut #Eventual smut #Recommendations #obey me nightbringer #Nightbringer

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budbuddnbuddy · 2 years ago

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𝐒𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐬𝐟𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 (pt2)

A/n: Not y’all giving me over 100 notes in under a day. Got me smiling and kicking my feet. 🤭🫶🏾 Since y’all liked Part one so much here’s part two.

TLDR: Same thing as last time you were almost put on a shirt and your discord kittens were angy

Satan

Worst thing about party’s in Satan’s opinion? Knowing too many people.

So many people dragged him and Asmo onto the dance floor, most of the time he wasn’t even dancing! Just talking to a bunch of other demons that he knew.

He wanted to take a break, have a chat with you by the buffet table, but he kept. on. being. pulled. aside. to. chat.

After he was done talking to this witch he swore he was gonna walk straight up to you and relax.

*BANG!*

Damnit.

He didn’t even get to see what happened and he’s sure that at least 40% of the people on the dance floor didn’t either, but they all just ran and swept up Satan and Asmodeus along with them.

His brain immediately got to work on thinking about what happened. No regular Devildom civilian or RAD student could have a gun you could only get one if you were on the military or a underground assassin.

Satan highly doubts that any military person would even think about killing someone at RAD, unless they wanted a death sentence.

So if it was an assassin….who were they after? No one of actual important status was at the party no one besides him and his brothers, Diavolo and Barbatos, the exchange stud-

Suddenly the smell of human blood stains the air.

“No…..”

It’s sickening, disgusting, recoiling. He almost pukes when it entered his nose. He can actually feel himself getting nauseous with each passing second.

Finally he’s tugged under a table by Asmodeus.

*BANG!*

Anything he had eaten within the last 17 hours was currently now running out of his throat and onto the floor.

After that everything was fuzzy, but he found himself outside watching Lucifer and Mammon get in a ambulance with you while he watched from the sidelines.

After him, Asmo, Levi, and Belphie got home he felt extremely guilty for not doing anything at the moment, so he would have to just make up for it now!

He made sure that you would come back to a clean, good smelling, relaxing environment. Your room and bathroom is deep cleaned, the hallways are clean, kitchen is organized and everything is set up and back properly.

He remembers times when you were sick and he and his brothers didn’t know how to take care of a human. Well mostly his brothers but still…

After you got better you talked with him about it, give him some advice on what to do. So he basically took all of that and brought it to the extreme of course not alone he had some help from Levi and Asmo.

When you were discharged he was there for the ride to take you home, helped you get into bed, and presented your favorite meal to you in bed with Levi. Perfectly cooked.

He would read and stroke your head with it in his lap till you fell asleep, giving you kisses on your cheeks and nose every single night.

Asmo

So many of his adoring fans were at the party!!! How can he not bath in their attention all night?

Plus when a tall hot muscular guy says he’s a fan of you and starts up an conversation while eventually asking you to dance, how can you not say yes?!

Seriously he was thirsting all over this guy but don’t worry dearest MC! He still loves you the most. ♡

*BANG!*

The first gunshot went off and everyone around him ran and scattered. He was getting shoved but he kept pushing forward to find someone he knew.

Satan was also on the dance floor but he was on a completely different side of it, he looked around left and right and found him zoning out next to a near by table.

Using some random people as stepping stools, he tackled Satan under the table and was effectively able to avoid the crowd.

Satan was swaying back and forth, he put his hands on his shoulders, trying to get him to snap out of it.

*BANG!*

He flinched his hands away and Satan hurled right next to him.

“Satan! What’s going on? Why does someone have a gun? Who are they after?! If there was someone who had answers he knew it was him.

“M…….C……”

Asmodeus felt the blood drain from his face and the sound in his ears deafen. It all made sense now.

A huge party at RAD where everyone would be out of uniform and the chance that you would be away from all of them even for just a mere second?

To any average person, you were still being monitored. But to a hitman? If you just found the right place to hide, that would be the perfect place to strike.

He grabbed Satan by the collar and rushed the both of them out of there.

Maybe you were still okay. Maybe you were running along with the rest of the crowd. Maybe you were outside and safe and-

He stares in horror as he watches you get placed into the ambulance, his body finally lets him break out a sob and the waterworks finally start to flow.

When he and the others finally got back to the house he was already walking back out to go buy the best gifts for you.

He places the best ones into a small back a orders Satan and Lucifer to give to you when they’re about to leave and get you from the hospital.

All the others?

When you have so many fans that are willing to give you a bunch of money, you can practically buy anything.

When you walk back into your room there a corner filled with boxes and presents just for you.♡

Beel & Belphie

Y’know…it’s almost as if Beel instantly knows when Belphie has left and been out of the room for more then five minutes whenever they’re at events.

He was at the buffet table stuffing his mouth, per usual. But suddenly felt as if something wasn’t right…he looked around and saw that Belphie wasn’t where he was sleeping before….weird.

Belphie was sleeping again the wall but Beel had moved him to the couch what was near the bathrooms and yet….he wasn’t there.

There’s no way that he would’ve woken up by himself unless

1. Somebody woke him up and he moved somewhere else.

2. He sleep walked away from the spot he put him in

3. Someone moved him from where he was placed at.

Beel highly doubted anyone would do either the first or last options, so he settled on him sleep walking somewhere else.

He looked outs in the hallways, then in the bathroom, then, under the tables, under the couch he put him in, upstairs in the storage closet, in another room- hey wait a minute…

Beel rushed back to the cramped storage closet and found Belphie still asleep on the floor with his back against the wall.

He shook him awake he was about to yell at him but looked confused. “Wait….why am I in the a storage closet?”

Okay now something was very very wrong-

*BANG! CRASH!*

“What the-“ “Holy shit!”

Beel almost rushed out the door but was immediately pulled back by Belphie.

“What are you doing!” “That sounded like a gunshot, you can’t go out there. Guns down here are insanely deadly, if you get hit you’ll die on impact!”

The two of them went back and forth for awhile, Beel arguing that he can’t just sit back and do nothing, while Belphie is still trying to not let them out the closet.

*BANG!*

The both of them go silent as your scream rings through out the entire room. Their eyes widened as they soon realized that you were in trouble. Belphie finally let’s go of Beel and he almost ripped the door off it’s hatches trying to get out.

A couple steps forward and a turn to the right hes immediately faced with a Demon running from both Lucifer and Lord Diavolo.

“Beel!!! Stop him! Get him onto the ground!!”

2 seconds later that same Demon was crushed under Beel’s weight and put in a armlock onto the floor.

After Lucifer left Beel and Lord Diavolo was soon joined by Barbatos and Belphie who surrounded the groveling choking man on the floor.

“Thank you for your assistance, Beelzebub. You’ve done enough for us, I think you should catch up with Lucifer and your human. I’ll take everything from here.”

*WHACK!*

Barbatos then proceeded to tie up the man with with some rope found in the storage closet, and Lord Diavolo gave a nod of approval to go ahead.

They were both late to get on the ambulance but they did see where it was going so they hopped into Mammon’s Car and drove off to the hospital.

They stayed for your surgery and once it was over they left and bought you some snacks and blankets the next day.

Beel carried you out to the car after you were discharged and they carpooled with you Satan and Lucifer on the way back to the HOL.

“So what did it feel like? Did you like die and come back to life like in those human movies? *Gasp!* Does this mean you’re a zombie-“ “Shut up Belphie.”

For someone who was literally the embodiment of sloth he did have a lot of questions to ask.

At least Beel shared most of his snacks with you.

@vernith @shimmering-obsidian @fortunatelypinkcat @the-sassiest-toaster @ikevampharem

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thewritetofreespeech · 2 years ago

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MC + Cursed Toddler-fied Boys (part 2)

prompt: I did a scenario a while ago for the ‘The Forbidden Book of Toddlerization’ event, but realized I never did one for the B-list boys. This must be rectified. (part i)

Diavolo

Seriously. You all needed to stop leaving cursed books around.

Once ‘The Forbidden Book of Toddlerization’ had been recovered from the last time it fell into the wrong hands, it had safely be tucked away in the archives. Where it was to remain, to your knowledge, for all of known time.

Or at least a year. Whichever came first, apparently, since someone had taken it out a let it on the loose.

“I can’t find him.” Barbatos bemoaned with a sigh as you both continued to search for his master. “You don’t think he could have wandered off somewhere? In his current state, there’s no telling what mischief he’d get into. Or worse, if people see him like this.”

“Diavolo is a pretty level headed guy.” You assure him.

“You don’t know what he was like when he was younger.” He sighed again as he closed the doors to one of the wardrobes, finding no young master in it. “Maybe he’s in the garden. I’ll check there.”

“I’ll keep searching in the castle.” You told him. To which Barbatos nodded and took his leave.

Once he was out of the door, and out of ear shot, you heard rustling under the bed that piqued your curiosity. “Diavolo?” You asked as you pulled back the bedding. “What are you doing under there?”

“SSShhh!” He hissed with a finger to his lips. “I’m hiding from Barbatos. I don’t want him to find me [Y/N].”

“So you masked your presence so he couldn’t find you.” Clever, for the mind of a child. “Why are you hiding from Barbatos?”

“Because if he finds me he’ll make me do work.” You tilted your head to the side, and Diavolo scrunched in tighter on himself. “He’s always making me do things I don’t want to. Write my lessons. Learn new spells. How to speak at public outings. It’s never any fun and it’s all work, work, work!”

“True. But we all have to do things we don’t want to now and then.” Although, this didn’t sound a lot different than Diavolo’s normal schedule these days. “Diavolo, did you open the book and curses yourself so you could get out of work for a few days?” His eyes shyly darted over towards you before they darted away again. “Diavolo.”

“I just didn’t want to be a grown up anymore!” He whined. “It’s never any fun. I never get to do what I want. People are always counting on me.”

You nodded. “I guess that isn’t very fun.” You shift around to lay on your stomach and be eye-to-eye with Diavolo under the bed. “We have fun together though, don’t we? And you don’t need to put a curse on yourself to make it happen. If you ever need a break, just call me. We can play together anytime.”

Diavolo grinned and gave a firm nod. “Can we play battleships and sea monsters once, before Barbatos has to change me back?”

“Sure. I think we have time for that.”

Barbatos

It was a wonder that this castle ran at all without Barbatos around. He had only been cursed for a few hours, and it already seemed like everything was falling apart.

“Boys! Seriously! Can you try to not break everything in the castle??”

“We’re trying, but this is really hard!” Mammon argued.

“Yeah,” Levi agreed, “cut us some slack. We only pretend to be butlers now and then. We don’t have the refined, gentlemanly arts of real butlers.”

“Barbatos does it.”

“He is a Satan.” Lucfier replied. “Why don’t you go check on him? I’ll try to keep them out of anymore trouble in their effort to ‘help’.” You sighed and left to do as you were told. At least you would be away from the sound of crashing.

“Barbatos?” You called as you opened the door. “Are you feeling ok?”

“Oh yes [Y/N].” Barbatos replied. Looking up at you with soft eyes from his small table setting on the floor. “We are having a tea party. Would you like to join?”

You looked around to see a pile of books, one ornate pillow, and an actual stuffed rabbit sitting in a circle with him. Each with a china tea cup in front of them. “Um….sure.” You come over and sit cross legged beside Barbatos as he prepared you a cup as well. “Who are we having tea with?”

“This is Lady Downing. She is from the region of comforter and came all this way for chamomile tea.” You awkwardly wave at the pillow. “This is Lord Booksly. He’s very well read.” You snort out a laugh as you take your tea. “And this is Thaddeus. He is a rabbit.”

“No title for Thaddeus?” You ask while sipping your tea.

“Rabbits can’t have titles. They don’t hold land. Because they are rabbits.” You let out a knowing ‘ah’ at the explanation, and choose to take Barbatos word for it.

You finish off the tea with Barbatos and soon enough, with his great powers, the curse wore off. He thanked you for keeping an eye on him and came out of his room to inspect the castle after the boys had ‘helped’. “Well….I suppose it’s the thought that counts….”

Simeon

The sound of foot steps barreling down the hall announced Simeon before he entered the room. “[Y/N]! [Y/N]! Can you read this book to me??”

You set your own book down and look over at him with a smile. Since his cursed episode, you had been watching Simeon to make sure he didn’t get into any trouble. Which, was pretty easy. He didn’t usually seek out trouble, and must have been a good cherub in his youth, because he just sat and read all day with you. The only ‘up roar’ he caused was when he went to find a ‘big boy’ book and have you read it to him.

“Sure. Which one did you pick?” He handed it to you and you have to snicker, finding a TSL book in your hand. “Wow. What a good choice.”

“Do you like this book?” Simeon asked, bright eyed, as he sat cross legged in front of you.

“Yes. I do. In fact the author is a very good friend.”

“Really???” He gushed, and you were literally biting your tongue not to laugh.

“Yep. He’s very nice. And funny. And handsome.”

“Can I meet him one day?”

“I’m sure you will.” You smirk as you open the book and start to read.

Later, when the curse had worn off, Simeon was very embarrassed that he had picked his own writing as his favorite book. “It’s a little narcissistic, don’t you think?”

“Oh, I don’t know,” you told him, “sometimes you need to be your own best fan.”

Raphael

You shouldn’t be surprised that it was quiet. Raphael was usually a very quiet person. But, if dealing with children had taught you anything it was when children were quiet something bad was going on.

“Hey there Raphael. Whatca doin’?”

“Coloring.” He replied. Still completely focused on his drawings.

“Oh, that’s nice.” Not as serious as you thought. “Can you tell me what you’re drawing there?” Thinking it would be a nice woodland scene. Or maybe some places around the castle.

“The Plauges.”

Your face went very pale at his answer and Raphael turned his picture around to show you. “That’s the river of blood. Those are the frogs & locusts sent to barren their crops. This is when Father sent the suffer and ash to destroy the cities of the sinners. This guy is dead because he got hit in the head with one of the rocks.”

“O….Oh…well that’s very….descriptive.”

Raphael smiled and went back to coloring. Completely obvious to the anxious knot that just tied itself in your stomach. Should you like….lock the door or something?

You asked Raphael about his picture when he was back to normal and he snorted. “Don’t be absurd.” He chastised. “The sinners were obliterated on impact when the suffers came. There would be corpses on the ground like this.”

+ Luke

Finally. The ‘Forbidden Book of Toddlerization’ was put away and out of sight. Hopefully under lock and key, and prepared to be thrown into the bottom of the ocean.

You let out a big sigh as you flop down into a chair. Letting all the stress of this week from a new batch of boys acting like children seep out of your bones. You suppose it wasn’t so bad. They were all kind of cute.

“Hey [Y/N],” Your ears pick up when you hear Luke’s voice.

“What is it Luke?”

“I was in the library looking for a new recipe book and came across this one.” He came into view and your face went white as you saw what he was holding. Your nightmare still very true. “Do you know what it is?”

“Luke don’t touch that!” You shout. Which startled the sweet lad, and causing him to drop the book and crack open. It’s powers activating and a big puff of smoke filling the room.

You cough and bat the smoke clouds away, not sure what was going on. This hadn’t happened before with the other curses. So you feared the worse as you called out for Luke. “Luke? Luke? Are you there?”

“I think so.” An older, deeper voice called back and, as the smoke selected, the statuesque figure of a young man was standing there. “I feel tall.”

Your mind went blank as you stared up at the young man in front of you. It was clearly Luke. You could tell from his eyes. But this hadn’t happened with anyone else. “What is going on?”

“The book must have realized I was already a kid and switched it in reverse.” He reasoned, taking a look at himself. “Instead of making me younger, it made me older. Both mentally and physically.”

“That makes sense.” Or as much sense as the evidence, and every other weird thing that had happened in your life in the Devildom, allowed. “Hopefully it wears off as quickly as the others.”

“I don’t.” Luke interjected. “I hate being the youngest. No one takes me seriously, or treats me like a joke.” You supposed that might be true. Unintentional, but true. “Plus, when I’m my real age, I can’t do this.” Luke‘s hand reached out towards your chin to clasp it, before he leaned in towards you. “You don’t take me seriously either.”

Your mind froze again as he continued to lean in. Clearly for a kiss. Unsure how to stop him or how to get your head wrapped around the situation, even as he came closer.

Luckily, just before your lips touched, there was another puff of smoke and Luke was at his proper size again. “Hn? What happened?”

“Nothing!” You clipped. You quickly scramble to get the book up off the floor and held it in a death grip. “You just grabbed the wrong book. I’m gonna….keep it with me for a while.” You hustle out of the room in a flash, then pull out your phone to ask, “hey Karasu-san, where is the nearest beach?”

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