#obey me!

[yunaxo-o]

..Can he see us through the screen?

It’s officially cannon that he is self-aware that he’s in a game!!!

[tsukii0002]

Mc: *laying on the carpet* Do you sometimes wonder how your own flesh taste?

Beel: *laying down next to them* It's a taste too strong, you wouldn't like it.

Mc: *shrugging* How- *standing up and looking at him* how do you know?

Beel: …

Mc: … *slowly lying down again* Okay… How would the clouds taste?

Beel: Cold water.

Mc: Cool.

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[l3viat8an]

Whatever you do, do not think about having a pretty boy sit in your lap and cupping his face in your hands and giving him kisses all over his cheeks and forehead and on the tip of his nose and lastly on his lips all while he holds onto the front of your shirt and just lets you love him-

[zephyrchama]

Was looking at Mephistopheles' reference sheet on the wiki, mostly so I could stare at his cane (assuming that's what it is and not some fancy wand or sword?) and his heels. You just know this man clacks against the floor when he walks.

Mephistopheles giving a speech and striking his cane on the ground for emphasis. Tapping it against the floor when people are falling asleep in his presence. Probing it at students to make them stand up straight and look proper. Bouncing it against his leg when he's feeling really anxious. Trying to fit through a thin passageway and having it clatter against the wall. Ceremoniously affixing it to his uniform every morning when he gets ready before going to say bye to his little brother.

Speaking of... this detail. This detail right here. "The face he makes at his little brother." We can't forget about this.

[koolades-world]

have three really great ideas but this one was brainrotting me more so you get this one first. may or may not be inspired by myself and the amount of birthmarks i have personally (i do actually have all the birthmarks listed!) if you guys want a part two for solomon's birthmarks and mc doting on him, let me know. i could make that happen!

i can't explain it but i kept thinking of that one solomon and his wives post written by my beloved mutal alba while writing this. not sure why, but i'm giving credit where it is due. please go check her out!!!

this can read a little suggestive so read with caution! however, i think it's very very cute!! <3

birthmarks

"Hey, Mc." Solomon looked up from the book he was reading. You were seated not too far from him, sitting cross-legged on the ground surrounded by papers you were organizing.

"What's up?" You didn't look up from what you were doing.

"Have you ever heard of any old wives tales behind birthmarks?" He asked.

"Well, that was out of the blue." When you paused, he continued to look at you expectantly. "Yes, I've heard a couple. The first one I thought of were they were how you died in a past life." You let out a snort of laughter at the expression that crossed the sorcerer's face.

"That's not the one I was thinking of." He shook his head.

"Then, you must've been thinking of the one where they're where you've been kissed in a past life. If the death one was the case, I would've had some brutal deaths." You recalled the simple, yet romantic myth where every birthmark was a kiss left by a lover of your past. You much preferred that outlook, even if it wasn't real.

"That's the one. Now, I'm curious..." He trialed off, giving you his best attempt at puppy dog eyes.

"You could've just asked in a normal way. You're my partner. Asmo must be rubbing off on you." You got up, and joined him on the sofa.

"No, Asmo would've just asked you to get naked." The two of you giggled together at the idea. In his defense, he was right.

"Do you have any birthmarks?" You wondered how he'd thought to ask something like that in the first place.

"Maybe you'll get to see later, if you're lucky." Solomon winked at you.

"Solomon!" You smacked his arm, to which he pulled you into a hug back.

"Maybe you can help me find each and every one..." He voiced died as the words left his mouth. He ran a thumb over the birthmark on your cheek, his touch gentle. You could tell he'd already moved on from that idea despite how enthralled he'd seemed with it a second ago. "This a cute spot to have one."

You had many birthmarks, but the one on your cheek was the one most easily visible. "Thanks. I must've gotten lots of cheek kisses." You remarked. "Is this the one that got you thinking?" You put a hand over his, which was still on your face.

"You read my mind." You studied his face of oddly deep concentration. While he was looking at you, he didn't even realize he wasn't meeting your gaze. Instead, he seemed to be memorizing your features.

"Compared to the others, this one is small." This comment seemed to snap him out of his stupor.

"Where are the rest?" His hand stayed on your cheek, but seemed ready to move to the next area at any point.

"I've got a fair amount on my arms and hands. There's one on the base knuckle of my right index finger, and another just underneath the first knuckle of my left ring finger." He took both of your hands in his, moving to study them next.

"You were well loved." He threaded your fingers together. "They were sweet to you, and married you." You began to grow shy once you realized the implications of the birthmark on your ring finger, and a little upset with yourself for not realizing that sooner.

"I'd never thought of that." You cleared your throat, and pushed past the mild embarrassment. "I also have one on my left forearm, and one on both of the backs of my shoulders." He let go of your right hand to run his fingers up your arm and to your back, but held steadfast onto your left hand. He remained silent, his lips a thin line.

"I have one over my heart, and one in the center of my chest." You pressed a finger over the center of your chest where you knew the mark was. Solomon's frigid hands settled over your heart. You hoped he couldn't feel how it was racing under his touch.

"Is that all of them?" He finally met your eyes. They were filled with a tenderness you could only place as fondness.

"No, I have a couple more." You took his free hand, and guided it down to where the remaining two were. You knew he'd do it anyways. "I've got one here." You placed his hand on your hip. After steeling your nerves, you guided his hand lower down to your inner thigh. "And one here."

"You were well loved." He repeated. You'd expected some sort of snide comment about the placement of the last one, but that didn't even seem to be on his mind. You stared at him, trying to figure out what thoughts were running through his head. You left his hand on your leg, and stroked his face like he'd done for you moments ago.

"Solomon, are you jealous?" The corners of his lips twitched at your comment.

"What if I am?" He sighed. He held your left hand close to his body, and cuddled you close to him.

"Did you ever consider that maybe it was you?" You whispered.

"Me?" Solomon sounded surprised.

"I think it was you. If you don't believe that the way I do, you can replace them. That way, I have double the kisses from you, and you know for sure your lips were the last to touch me." You could tell your words were getting through to him by the way his zeroed in on yours.

Instead of responding, he lifted your left hand to his lips, and kissed your left ring finger, and ghost of a smile on his face. "Then, I have work to do, don't I?"

[savemebeel]

Oh Beel ate with this 💕☕️

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(Art belongs to Solmare & has been edited by me)

[obeymeshallwedateaddict]

Hello! May I request Lucifer, Diavolo, and Barbatos with an MC who had a crush on Barbatos, but hides it? Not very well, like you could tell they like him but they want to stay civil just in case Barbatos doesn’t like them back, that kind of thing.

If not that’s completely fine! Thank you!

Hello! Here is your request. I hope you enjoy it.

Summary: Lucifer's, Diavolo's and Barbatos' reactions to MC having a crush on Barbatos

Contains: Fluff

GN! reader

You can find more of my work here: Masterlist

The fantastic tree Vs MC's attraction to butlers

You tried to be composed. Tried was the keyword, but your cheeks warmed whenever Barbatos looked your way, and your pulse sped up when he came close. The others noticed these tell-tale signs, though you hoped you were subtle. The situation could be… a bit embarrassing, after all. What if Barbatos didn’t feel the same way?

Lucifer:

Lucifer wasn’t blind. He had noticed how your gaze lingered a little too long on Barbatos or the way you’d fluster slightly when the butler was around. In classic Lucifer style, he remained outwardly neutral, but deep down, he found it rather amusing. In his mind, he didn’t doubt that Barbatos was aware of it, too. After all, nothing escaped Barbatos's attention.

One day, Lucifer decided to tease you a bit. “You seem a little… off today. Is there something on your mind?” His voice was even, yet there was a glint in his eyes.

Your cheeks colored instantly. “Oh, no! Just… thinking about, uh, some things,” you stammered, averting your eyes.

“Is that so?” Lucifer’s lips curved slightly as he leaned back, looking amused. “I imagine some things can be quite distracting.” He let the words linger just enough to make you glance nervously in Barbatos's direction. Lucifer’s smirk only deepened.

Diavolo:

Diavolo was nothing short of delighted by the entire situation. He’d picked up on your bashful glances early on and found it charming. For him, it was a rare source of entertainment in an otherwise regimented day of royal duties. Diavolo had a soft spot for you, and a little innocent teasing wouldn’t hurt.

One day, as you all gathered for tea, Diavolo nudged you with a knowing grin. “You always seem so polite around Barbatos,” he said warmly. “It’s sweet how you hold him in such high regard.”

Your face turned red as you tried to laugh it off, saying, “Oh, well, Barbatos is… He’s… a remarkable butler.” You fumbled with your words as Diavolo chuckled. “Indeed, he is.”

He looked to Barbatos, hoping his loyal friend might catch on, but Barbatos maintained his usual serene expression. Still, Diavolo was certain Barbatos wasn’t unaware of your little crush.

Barbatos:

Barbatos had indeed noticed. He was too perceptive not to. The subtle hints in your body language, the occasional stammer, or the way your gaze lingered before you quickly looked away—it didn’t take long for him to catch on.

Barbatos respected your desire to stay composed and civil, and he didn’t want to make you feel uncomfortable. But he couldn’t deny he was somewhat intrigued. He found your earnestness endearing, and perhaps he even felt a hint of warmth himself.

One day, as you were in the kitchen together, you almost dropped a tray when Barbatos leaned in to help you with the teapot. He gave you a gentle smile. “Do be careful. I would hate to see you hurt yourself.”

The way he looked at you made your heart skip a beat, but you tried to nod coolly. “Of course, Barbatos. Thank you.” You barely managed to get the words out.

Barbatos’s calm, kind smile lingered as he took in your flustered expression. He spoke in his soft voice, “It’s always a pleasure working with someone so… attentive.” His words were vague but held a subtle hint that made your cheeks flush even deeper.

Later that day…

Lucifer and Diavolo exchanged a knowing glance. Diavolo chuckled and leaned toward Lucifer. “I have to admit, this situation is more entertaining than I expected.”

Lucifer smirked. “Indeed. Though I suspect Barbatos will handle it with his usual grace.”

Diavolo nodded, watching your attempts to avoid Barbatos’s gaze with growing amusement. “Let’s just say, I think we’ll see some interesting developments very soon.”

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Barbatos, meanwhile, simply observed you from across the room, an almost imperceptible smile on his face. He had all the time in the world, and he was more than willing to see where this went.

[runu-chan]

Lilith

They both could pass off as twins

( I wonder if they actually look kinda alike or if it's just art style?)

[luxthestrange]

Incorrect quotes#1001...MC?Part 1

If the Halloween Killer Mask events were canon...This is basically how Mc & Mammon met...Halloween is a state of mind people-

In an abandoned warehouse, Mammon is in a Tv watching His Target Mc shacking in their chair their head moving,as the straps on their wrists and legs keep them...

Mam*Looking confused through his mask*...Eh...Mc?

Mc*Continues to shake uncontrollably*!?!

The view of them with tense music and screams...a total Saw camera angle leaves the serial killer dizzy-

Mam*In his real voice now*-Woah woah wait wait!Whats wrong with ya, lunatic?

Mc*Stops and looks at the tv,confused*...whats wrong with me?-IM SCARED!

Mam:...Of WHAT?

Mc*Stares at him*...

Mam*Stares back*...

Mc:...of what-OF THE GAME!?

Mam: But I haven't even explained how the Game works-

Mc*Nods at that slowly*Yeah but your gonna do something nasty to me...

Mam:...Ok!-Yes I am but at least let me finish first explaining the game and then you get scared of whatever, okay?

Mc: Oh-Ok ok-go on!

Mam:Ok-MC THE DEVICE BESIDE YOU WILL CRUSH YOUR SKULL-

Mc*Continues to shake uncontrollably*!?!

Mam: WAIT DAMMIT!?-FUCK!?-What happen?!

Mc*Stops and looks at the TV*...W-well now you did say something that freaked me out...

Mam: Fucking dammit!-LET ME FINISH! Let me finish- 'Kay?

Mc: Ok ok ok...

Mam*Sighs and nods* Thanks...-LIKE I WAS SAYING THE DEVICE BESIDE YOU WILL CRUSH YOUR SKULL WHEN THE CLOCK I NTHE WALL MARKS ZERO TO TURN IT OFF YOU MUST PULL THE LEVER INFRONT OF YOU BUT IN DOING SO...YOU'LL ACTIVATE THE LITTLE DEVICE THAT CUT YOUR HANDS, YOU CHOICE MC...YOUR HANDS...OR YOUR HEAD?~...Let the game beg-

Mc*Continues to shake uncontrollably*!?!

Mam: FUCKING DAMMIT MC!?-WHAT PART OF LETTING ME FINISH DIDN'T YA GET!?-

Mc*Continues to shake uncontrollably even worse than before*!?!

Mam:...Mc?

Mc*Continues to shake uncontrollably even worse than before, foam coming out their mouth*!?!

Mam*Panics and and screams in worry*MC!?-

[jackalopesao3]

I bet it’s so cozy sleeping next to him!

[tsukii0002]

Mc: Can anyone tell me three things that can kill a human?

Simeon: A blow too hard.

Solomon: The bite of a black widow.

Luke: Oh, and, and…. Almost any strong poison!!!

Mc: *grinning* That's it!!!!

All three of them look proud.

Mc: So, whose idea was it to bring me to a poisonous animal reserve on the edge of a cliff!!?????

Simeon and Luke: *looking sideways at Solomon*

Solomon: So *looking indignant*, the brothers can take you anywhere that puts your life on the line and I'm the bad guy for doing the same?????

Mc: Solomon, it isn't this a competition to see who can take me to the deadliest place?!!!! I like our afternoons of puzzles in Purgatory hall, you know?

Luke: *sighing* I told you it was a bad idea.

Simeon: Ha, ha, ha *understands Solomon deep down* but it was his turn to choose plan with Mc.

Solomon: And don't you think that with three angels and the best sorcerer you'll be more than safe? Am I right or not?

Raphael: Don't get me involved, I suggested a farm school to pet the donkeys.

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Solomon just wanted to impress Mc using the same tactics as the brothers, it doesn't work like that Solomon, you have your own charm and your own way of putting Mc in danger that no one else can replicate 😉.

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[dxncingwithastrxnger]

What if MC has been friends with Sheep-chan basically their entire time coming to RAD and like they text and everything and somehow all of the others manage to completely miss any mention of this friend of MCs until one day after becoming an officer, Sheep-chan is mentioned and everyone is like, "What?? Who??" And then, after MC explains who Sheep-chan is, and that conversation is what leads the entire student council to realize that the most common air freshener at RAD has a hallucinatory affect on most humans (Solomon's fucking immune ass, I know he is) and promptly gets it removed from every single crevice of the school building.

MC ends up filled with disappointment but at least glad to know the truth. If they ever try texting the number, no one will reply, however, oddly enough, all of the messages from before are still there, and after checking thoroughly, none of the same plant is found at the castle or purgatory hall or house of lamentation, so, who was it exactly that MC was messaging with all this time?

Everyone just writes it off as another one of RAD's mysteries nowadays, so maybe no one will ever know

[zephyrexxia]

Hii.. sorry for randomly disappearing again LMAO

So.. anyway

[helpiamlostsomewhereinthegarden]

MC: I only have 6 weeks left to live.

Simeon: Oh my god?!

MC: It's just a guesstimate based on the choices I've made.

[koolades-world]

this piece is based off this post, which you can find here. I had heard it as an audio at first actually and fell in love with it. it's kind of essential for this read. it's basically talking about how before their loved one guessed their favorite color was yellow, they didn't have one. after that, yellow was special! sooo cute and i though luci fit in perfectly as the speaker!!! if you were tuned yesterday for my solomon birthmarks fic, this is two out of my four ideas! i had one more in my drafts that i decided to throw in for fun

so so excited to write this. so fluffy!!!

the color of happiness

"Don't forget about your coffee, Mc." Lucifer nudged the cup towards you, acting as a gentle reminder of it's existance.

"Right, right. Just let me finish this thought." You were laser focused on the paper you were in the middle of planning. You were desperate to get all the thoughts out before you inevitable got distracted and forgot everything.

"I don't mean to dissuade you from your schoolwork, but it's getting cold." He chuckled at your half assed attempt to wave him off.

"You can just reheat it with magic." You stuck out your tongue ever so slightly as you scribbled.

"And what if I can't?" Lucifer was practically enchanted with your little mannerisms.

"You can and would. I know you. You'd find a way to make it happen for me." Despite how smug you sounded, he knew you were right. He'd jump through however many hoops as he had to for you.

There was no coming back from your words, so he went back to his own work. By the time he'd restarted, you'd stopped for a break, and were ready to bug him.

"On that note, I feel like I know so much about you, yet so little at the same time." You held the mug in one hand, the other underneath your chin as you gazed up at him.

"What prompted this?" Lucifer set down his pen despite just having gotten back to work. He'd felt like the two of you knew each other quite well. You'd been through thick and thin together, even defied death at each others side.

"Let's play twenty-one questions!" You ignored his question. Perhaps you just wanted an excuse to hear his voice.

"Alright. I can't say I've played before, but I know of it." He found himself smiling again, as he often did around you.

"It's easy! We just ask each other questions to get to know each other better."

"Which one of your brothers is your favorite?" You asked. He hadn't been expecting such a hard hitter of a question at first

"Must I answer?" He joked.

"Come on! Alright, then which do you hate the least?" You suppressed laughter.

"Do not shout this from the rooftops, but, Mammon." He already knew how'd you'd react, but he still found himself amused when you inevitably did.

"I knew it!" You celebrated, throwing your arms in the air. "Alright, your turn."

He absentmindedly messed with his gloves. "What is your favorite part of human world?" Lucifer had thought hard about that question. You seemed too enthusiastic about the entire thing, and he couldn't help but cave.

"That's an easy one! The sunrise. I would almost never wake up in time for it, but it's so beautiful." Your eyes sparkled. He made a mental note to plan a surprise trip to the human world for you. "I've actually been dying to know the answer to this next question for a while now."

"Oh? Ask away then." Lucifer was curious. There was a lot a human could want to ask the Lucifer Morningstar. You already knew his story, but there was a lot to be asked about what the Celestial Realm was like, or what having his power was like. But instead you asked him,

"What's your favorite color?"

The question hit him like a shot to the heart. He should've known you weren't interested in anything but him, for who he was. For once, he didn't know the answer a question as simple as that. He'd never really given it though. Maybe it was red? It was the color of his eyes, and the color of Diavolo. Maybe it was blue? That was the color of his sin. Maybe it was black? Everything he bought seemed to be in that color. Or, just maybe, it was that he didn't have one.

He floundered, his thoughts much more chaotic than what he let on. "Oh, wait! Let me guess!" He nodded, despite not knowing how he'd respond. You pursed your lips, deep in thought, when you burst out with what you thought was the answer.

"Yellow! It's yellow!" You placed a hand on his arm, eagerly awaiting his answer. You looked so full of joy, that somehow, made the answer seem correct to him.

"You're right." Lucifer nodded his head in confirmation.

"Knew it!" You threw your arms around him, pulling him into a side hug. After the inital shock, he hugged you back. "Yellow was already the best color, but now it's even better since it's your favorite too." The rest of your game, and break flew by.

But he couldn't stop thinking about what had happened. How could he had been so blind to a color he saw everyday? After that, the color held a special meaning to him. Not only was it the color of his favorite brother, and the color of your favorite thing about the human world, it was also the color of you to him.

Yellow was never the same after that.

The runny yellow yolk of the sunny side up eggs tasted that little bit better. He wasn't upset when he saw a yellow ball of yarn roll out from Satan's room. The yellow umbrella you carried around always caught his eyes, and so did yellow devildom equivalent of roses he passed every day on his way to RAD in a way they hadn't before. He promptly bought them and presented them to you when you arrived after him. The smile you gave him and the way you buried your face in the flowers meant the world to him.

Yellow suited you.