#obey me fanfic

[zephyrchama]

You were sick. Your head was in a fog and your throat hurt something fierce. It was sweltering hot yet you shivered under the covers, hoping for the fever to pass soon. Your body, doing its best to get better, decided to empty the contents of your stomach over the side of the bed.

Beelzebub was the first to discover your condition. He came to wake you up in person when you hadn't shown up on time for breakfast. You were teetering like a newborn deer trying to clean up your mess. He was taken aback at the sight, at how clammy you were, and gently wiped the sweat from your face while checking how warm your forehead was. "You should lay down," he recommended, practically pushing you back into bed. You asked him to guide you to the bathroom instead.

He disappeared to fetch Lucifer. The eldest arrived immediately upon being informed of your condition. Your face muscles twitched as you tried to hold back a second round and apologized for the state you were in. Lucifer told you to stay quiet and just rest. "If you want to apologize, then get better soon."

"Don't tell anyone about this, ok?" you tried to ask. It came out as a garbled, barely perceptible whisper sending bolts of pain through your neck. You didn't want anyone to know how bad things really were.

"I do need to inform Diavolo, but rest assured I'll keep it brief." After ensuring you had water and would be fine alone for a few hours, Lucifer left early to inform RAD of your absence. He later texted you, "Don't hesitate to summon me if you need anything."

The house was quiet. It felt surreal to be the only one there. After some time had passed, you hobbled back to your bedroom and tried to sleep through the pain. Blissfully unaware of the chaos occurring elsewhere.

RAD is no small academy by any means, but rumors sure do spread fast. In first period, Beelzebub told Belphegor the sight he witnessed. They were overheard by Asmodeus, who lamented your absence to Solomon. Solomon asked Raphael to come with him to prepare some nutritious human food so you'd recover faster, and had to be forcibly stopped by Simeon. Luke found out by interrogating Solomon about why he was causing a scene in the kitchen.

Mephistopheles caught wind of the gossip and went directly to Diavolo for confirmation. Lucifer was none too happy at the situation, but the rumor mill was already spinning in full force. He did his best to uphold your image by telling anyone who broached the subject, "it's just the sniffles."

By lunchtime, Mammon was taking bets on how sick you were. "500 grimm says they're explodin' from both ends." "If that were the case, one of us would have stayed at the house with them," Satan rebutted, spying an easy win. "500 grimm says it's just coming out the bottom." They went back and forth, with others occasionally chipping in new symptoms such as hives or internal bleeding. Asmodeus, unable to listen any longer, left the cafeteria to post vague stories about his concern for you on social media.

Leviathan and Thirteen sent you get-well-soon text messages. One was full of worry and asked you to respond ASAP so they knew you weren't dying, as anxiety over your condition was causing them no end of fear. The other assured you to rest easy knowing that your candle was fine and you had plenty of time left before you kicked the bucket. It even recommended passing your bug onto someone else for fun.

You only saw the notifications in the evening, when a pounding headache woke you up and resounding footsteps in the hall signaled that people were home from school.

There was a knock at the door and Lucifer announced you had company. The crown prince and his butler imposed with a tray of fresh herbal tea. It would have smelled amazing if you possessed the ability to breathe through your nose. As the door shut behind them, you spotted at least ten figures out in the hallway.

Barbatos silently served you a hot cup, hopeful the rising stream would assist your sinuses. "Looks like you're recovering well!" Diavolo chimed. "That's great. I feared you were going to heave your guts out all day."

The frank sincerity caught you off guard and you choked on your tea. Barbatos was quick to grab the cup before it spilled.

"You knew?" you rasped. "Oh yes. Lucifer said it wasn't that bad, but tales of your illness have spread all over campus. We know human bodies aren't very strong."

You hunched down into the blankets to hide. The heat spreading across your face this time was not due to fever.

[devildomwriter]

Strike The Harp and Join the Chorus | Luke, Raphael, & Simeon x Reader

.9K Words | Raphael, Simeon, Luke, and Solomon | GN! Reader | CW: none

Summary — You decide to help Luke when he struggles to learn the harp. Raphael and Simeon are happy to have you join them. Solomon is amused as always.

As you read on the couch the most melodies tune you’d ever heard rung through the house. You immediately set the book aside and got to your feet. You waited for the sound again and immediately followed it like a lure.

You stopped outside of Luke’s door where you heard him groan loudly. Simeon said something to him but you couldn’t make out the words, they didn’t sound like they were in a human language.

You knocked on the door and the room went quiet. You took a few steps back and Raphael poked his head out of the door.

“Oh, hello ___. I’m sorry, I didn’t realize you were over…” he apologized and Simeon and Luke walked up behind him greeting you warmly.

“I was just borrowing a book from Solomon to read…what was that sound?” You couldn’t help but immediately change the subject.

“Oh, that!” Simeon said excitedly.

“No! I’m not ready!” Luke exclaimed but he was ignored and Raphael opened the door more widely for you to come in.

You were surprised to see three harps of varying sizes in his room. Luke pulled his hat over his face to hide his embarrassment.

“A harp? Angels really play harps?” You asked, surprised and Raphael nodded.

“Mostly in celebration. This is Luke’s first year performing for our Christmas Eve ceremony but…”

“I was busy baking!” Luke protested.

“No excuses now,” Simeon chided. “This is very important. All that matters is we have time now.”

“I forgot it was this year…” Luke pouted as he held the harp.

You tilted your head curiously and came up with an idea that’d please you and probably help Luke.

“What if I played with you?” You offered and the three angels looked at you stunned.

“You want to perform the harp in two weeks in front of all of Heaven for our Father?”

“Oh no-no-no-no!” You protested. “I meant…like right now? What if we learned together?” You explained more clearly. You could not believe you nearly signed yourself up for potential embarrassment in front of the creator or everything and every single one of his “children.”

Raphael and Simeon nodded. This seemed more in line for you and Luke beamed excitedly. “Really!? You’ll do it too?” He asked and Simeon nodded and stepped away from his harp for you to take a seat.

Raphael shut the door behind you. You were now trapped in this situation as you couldn’t just back out after seeing how happy Luke was to have you there struggling right alongside him.

Raphael demonstrated on his harp where to hold your hands when at rest and explained the different cords. Luke watched attentively and you nodded along hoping you were processing the information.

“This is a pedal harp,” Raphael began to explain and Simeon from behind you adjusted your hands.

“Make sure to relax your hands, you could hurt yourself otherwise,” he advised and you nodded. Simeon gently leaned the harp against your shoulder, helping hold it a bit to keep the weight off of you as this thing was giant.

Raphael watched and waited for you to get comfortable before pointing out the different colors of the strings. The color variation wasn’t very obvious to you as these harps were designed for the eyes of an angel so you had to squint closely and just hope you were doing it right.

“The notes repeat like a piano, these are A, these are B, these are C, ___ that’s D…” Raphael noticed your hand was on the wrong one so Simeon quickly adjusted it for you as you blushed.

“Don’t give up yet ___,” Luke encouraged. You appreciated the encouragement but wondered if you seemed like the type to insanely give up like that. Have you done that before? You thought back to Raphael’s singing lessons and agreed this had happened at least once. There was just no way you’d ever get your voice to sound as heavenly as his.

“Good, now try to guess where D, E, F, and G are,” he recommended as you thought they followed alphabetically as had the first ones.

Solomon got home after an hour and followed the same pleasant sound to Luke’s room as you had.

He stood outside the door and listened in.

“___ that’s the B cord, try again,” he heard Raphael and was surprised to learn you were here. Without knowing what was going on, now that he knew you were involved he invited hustled into Luke’s room.

“My, what do we have—“

“Not now! I almost got it!” You immediately interrupted Solomon who backed away in surprise. Luke, Simeon, and Taohale all shushed him and leaned in focusing on you as after a solid hour you successfully played your first few notes.

Luke got up and cheered for you. He felt much more confident after listening to you and now that he saw even you could do a little bit he was much more assured of himself.

Solomon was still very confused about what was happening but after twenty minutes of watching and listening he was satisfied and so were you.

You left for the night and waved goodbye to everyone promising to be back for more lessons the next evening. Raphael grinned, proud you were sticking to your promise.

When you got home to the house of lamentation you excitedly announced to the brothers sitting around the table what you were up to.

“Guys guess what! I can play the harp!”

[dxncingwithastrxnger]

sure, it's christmas once more (Obey Me!)

A/N: You know, I caught up and then immediately fell behind again, way farther than before, that sounds exactly right for me 💀 But! I'm working on it! Even if the rest of my stories are late, I'll still get them all posted, I promise <3

Pairing(s): Diavolo x MC

Prompt(s): 10. Diavolo

Summary: A mini parade on Christmas morning

Tag(s): Fluff!, Barbatos also makes an appearance :3

Word Count: 520

Song Inspiration: It's beginning to look a lot like Christmas by Michael Buble

Not beta'd, all mistakes are my own.

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A long, drawn-out yawn is the only sound in the room besides a quiet clicking noise. MC stretches out their limbs as they blink open their eyes, rolling over. They take a moment to fully wake before sitting up, placing bare feet on the plush rug spread out underneath the bed they’re on. They glance out the window, seeing the beautiful daytime moon high in the sky, stars twinkling happily. They then start to get up, glancing at the floor to see where they’re about to step - and that’s when they notice it.

Nutcrackers, ballerinas, wooden trains, little animals. A mix of Human World and Devildom Christmas toys and…Little Ds? They’re all crowded together right in front of MC, staring up at them expectantly.

“...Good morning…?”

At the greeting, there seems to be some kind of simultaneous cheer before all of them turn around in sync and start marching towards the open door. MC laughs softly, curiosity pulling them to stand and follow behind the little parade.

The Little Ds take the lead, all of them in number order, followed by all the little toys. They march out of the bedroom and down the castle halls, the wood of the toys clacking against the marble floors. MC very quickly realizes where they’re being led. There’s a room frequently used by the residents of the castle and their more familial guests, a private dining room and common room fit into one space. It’s much smaller than the ones used for formal affairs, much more lived in and cozy.

This is the exact space that all of them enter together, and waiting for them at the dining table, breakfast already laid out, is Diavolo, Barbatos sure to be somewhere nearby.

“MC! Good morning! Merry Christmas!” Diavolo exclaims joyfully, toys gathered around him, some trying to climb up his legs.

MC giggles at the sight, walking up to the demon and leaning down to give him a kiss. “Merry Christmas, you silly man.”

He chuckles. “Silly? Am I really so?”

A nod. “Yes, very much so. I’m sure even your butler would agree.” The human catches the eye of the butler, dressed in simple pjs rather than his usual formal suit, carrying a pile of presents in to add underneath the tree on the other side of the room.

“Indeed.” He says simply, smiling at the two fondly.

Diavolo grins, pulling MC into his lap gently, careful of the little friends on the floor. “Well, I’ll happily wear such title. What did you think of your morning greeting, my love?”

They smile and nuzzle their nose against his affectionately. “I loved it. It was adorable. Thank you, my love.”

“Good, I’m glad. It came to me a few days ago and I just couldn’t help myself.” He admits, kissing their cheek. “Now, why don’t we all have breakfast so that we can get to the main event?” He asks, looking between the two others with him, Barbatos walking over to sit at the table as well. Both of them give the enthusiastic ruler a nod, and a festive, cozy Christmas morning carries on.

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A/N: My twin helped me figure out what to do for this one after some brainstorming and I really like this, it's such a cute lil thing <3 I hope you enjoyed it!!

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[ruhorih4ra]

Now, finally. After being chingue y chingue con que ya era la última parte. This is the final part. Heavely hungry and sleepless I arrive to the end of this fanfic.

Thank you to all the readers for bearing with me, I know that I was mame y mame with the grammar mistakes but it's because I cannot avoid thinking that I'm making a fool of myself.

Believe me when I say I do this for fun, but given that I run out of motivation quite fast I kept writing because your comments.

Thanks to all of you and please wish me luck tomorrow cause I'll be a working zombie.

GET OUT OF MY WAY 🌈

You couldn't move. Worse than that, you were trapped in a demonic oven, cooking yourself alive. Every part of your body was sweating, you could feel it on your forehead, your wet hair sticking to your face.

“I can't sleep.” You said but your complaints were met with silence. “I can’t sleep because of you.” Once again, you received no response. It's not that this situation was unexpected, but for some reason you thought it wouldn't happen so soon, at least not until you had talked about the elephant in the room.

You were getting ready for bed when someone knocked on your door, not a second later the door opened to reveal a hunched over and disheveled Belphegor dragging his pillow. Behind him was Beelzebub, dressed in thin black pants and a simple white shirt. “Let's have a sleepover.” Belphie mumbled, throwing himself onto the bed but hanging in the air instead thanks to Beel holding his hoodie. “Only if you want.” Beel added with a serious expression.

You tried to fight off Beelzebub’s pleading eyes but, it was a cold night. “Fine, but don’t eat in my bed.” The redhead smiled widely, nodding a few times before releasing Belphie. Beelzebub could make any bed look like a crib, especially your old single little bed. “Where am I supposed to sleep now, hm?” Still with a smile on his face he simply opened his arms, an offer you accepted gladly. It was nice to lie on top of him listening to the soft beat of his heart, feeling Belphie’s arms around you.

“Good night, Mc.” You heard his voice hoarse from sleep.

It was an hour later when the door opened and you felt someone else climb onto the bed, making Belphie snarl in the process. The smell of Mammon's shampoo filled the room. “Night.” He murmured, giving you a quick peck, lying down next to you too.

Fifteen minutes later, you felt someone make space between you and Belphie, waking up the Avatar of Sloth again. The softness of his skin and the scent of roses told you who the culprit was. “Sweet dreams, dear.” He kissed your forehead.

“Good night everyone.” Your eyes were on the door, already prophesying the appearance of another demon. The seconds passed without any interruption, except the casual movement of one of the giant demons trying to fit better, however the door remained closed.

It was starting to get hot, but the calm breathing and cozy atmosphere lulled you to sleep.

The tight grip of Levi's tail on your right leg woke you up, he was sleeping soundly in the middle of your legs hugging it like a pillow. “When did he arrive?”

“We got here at the same time.” Satan answered, he was sitting on the other side of the bed. You looked at him long before actually understand his words. “You can’t sleep like that, Satan.”

Truth is that nobody could. The bed was too small to fit seven bodies, not only that but they were heavy and the poor bed base was about to give up. You could practically hear the wood cry, and so could the brothers. “Some of you have to go.” You stated, eyes looking at the ceiling.

“Beel weighs more than all of us.” Mammon said immediately. “I arrived first.” Beel was quick to reply. “Then Satan and Levi should leave, they were the last.” Asmo didn’t bother to remove the blindfold sleep mask. “I’ll throw you out of bed, Asmo.” Satan warned. “You can try, Mr. Grumpy pants.” You heard something fly and land beside you with more force than expected from a pillow. “Ouch! My face you beast!”

“I have an idea, let’s play rock, pape-” You heard how Mammon’s soul and air left his body and lungs respectively. “Hey! Stop biting my leg, Belphie, I know you’re awake!” That had to be Levi. Your bed suddenly became a fighting ring where you couldn’t see anything, Beel’s arms were your only anchor in the middle of the chaos since no one dared to mess with him.

However, it all came to an end when the door opened.

Only his silhouette could be seen as the light outside hid him but everyone knew who he was, the way they stopped like scared opossums was proof of that. “Could you please explain what’s going on here?” But it was a protocol question, he already knew everything there was to know. In fact, since he started his daily routine check and found out that the twins’ room was empty, guessing the rest had been easy.

“Come here, Mc.” He took you from Beelzebub’s arms, surprising not only you but everyone. “Hey! Where are ya takin’em?” “Lucifer! It’s so not fair!” He carried you like a toddler, with your legs on either side and your arms around his neck. “Lucifer?” You asked, evidently a little taken aback by the turn of events. “Pffftt. They’re following us like a bunch of weirdos. Like a cult or something.” You yawned as you rested your head on his shoulder.

When Lucifer arrived to his room, you expected him to crash the door or cast a locking spell, but he just left you on the bed and asked Mammon to close the door. One by one they took a place on the bed, vaguely reminding you the image of a cat testing the ground. You expected more fights and disagreements, but instead the lights went out and you founded yourself lying comfortably on a spacious bed, surrounded by all of them in no time.

Something inside you, kept you awake. Lying on your back your eyes were glued to the ceiling and not even Belphie’s influence defeated your insomnia. “Close your eyes, Mc. You’re scaring me.” Mammon murmured in your ear but you shook your head. “I can’t.”

“I want to, I missed you all like you can’t even begin to imagine,” Your words were cut off when Satan interrupted you, “Not as much as we did.” You wanted to see him but it was too dark, you couldn’t even distinguish between them. Still, you were convinced everyone was wide awake.

“Nobody has never loved me like you.” You murmured, letting your confession sink softly into the room. “We had a rough start. Sc is right when she says that our love is somehow twisted. I’ve thought about it too, maybe loving you is a disease and I’m crazy because I reject the medicine.” Mammon hid his face in your neck, getting closer to you.

“But I love you despite logic or reason.” You felt your voice fail and took a deep breath before continuing. “It wasn't my fault. The Little D's.” Your speech, you noted, was becoming messy and incoherent, nothing like you have planned. “But I’ve decided that I can’t love you anymore if that can destroy you.”

The brothers had listened to you in apparent calm until they heard those words. They understand human values, principles and logic, even the way they conduct themselves too, but only to a certain point and more often than not you exceed it. They don’t want to lose you, not again, not ever. They would rather be Icarus than live in eternal darkness.

“We know it was the witch's fault.” Mammon said with no malice or resentment but with great desperation. “We weren’t trying to hurt you!” Belphie said, his voice sounded pained as if the words were cutting his mouth as they came out.

“I know, but you hurt me either way and I hurt you too!” You put a hand over your eyes, covering them. You felt Mammon’s tears on your neck and immediately felt guilty. He was one of the most affected, constantly fighting his guilt for he sees himself as your ‘failed protector’.

“Yes, Sc released them but she was trying to do her work. You were playing with her.”

“We weren’t.” Lucifer asseverated. “We wanted to know her intentions.” Satan added. “That's not the whole truth. You knew her intentions all along, you just wanted to destroy her plans and send a message.”

“And what message would that be?” Lucifer asked, and you could sense how it turned out defensive. “That you want the three worlds to coexist, yes, but on your own terms.”

A silence fell over the room as soon as you said it.

“Do you really think humans are ready to know about The Devildom?” Lucifer was the first to sit up. You followed him, trying to look at his face through the darkness. In that sense they had a clear advantage, although they could see you perfectly fine, you could only see a shadow, a copycat, an impersonator. “And why are you the ones who decide?”

“Answer me, Mc.” Lucifer pressed. Mammon sat up too, hugging you from behind and resting his head on your shoulder. “Of course we're not ready, but that didn't stop Diavolo from breaking into our world!”

Again, your words echoed in the silence of the room along with the muffled gasps of Levi and Asmo.

“This is what we were trying to avoid.” The Avatar of Pride said, he tried to leave the bed. Poor Asmo felt the air leaving his lungs when Lucifer pushed him out of his way.

“If you leave,” You said, your voice weak and weary. “If you leave now, I swear I'll go to the human world and I won't ever come back here. You will never see me again, not in this life.” Lucifer stopped short, you couldn’t see his face but his voice alone crushed your heart. “That’s cruel, Mc.”

“You don’t leave me any choice! You refuse to speak and I don’t want to pretend this never happened because it did and I’m scared because I don’t want to experience this again!”

“...”

“I can't see you, I'm the only one in this room who can't see in the dark. I'm only human. There are so many things I can't do compared to you, but I am not weak or stupid, I’m a sorcerer and the bridge between the three worlds.”

Lucifer had wanted to tell you the truth for a long time, but hearing you now, being able to see your resolve and the fire within your eyes made him regret his hesitation. Solomon knew it, and that’s why he was so arrogant all the time, he knew that humans can be dangerous too.

If only you knew, he wonders if you’d smile like the wise sorcerer.

“Don't underestimate us, look at me as your equal, this is an order.” You finished, looking at the white sheets and averting the brothers’ forms. “Love does not stand on uneven ground.”

All the brothers had seen what Lucifer saw, the strength and stubbornness that characterize humans, the promise to die fighting for what one loves and wasn’t that the reason they fell? Once again they came to the same conclusion, when it comes to love, demons, angels or humans are no different.

They too would die fighting for what they love and weren’t you the proof of that? Ever since you appeared in the Devildom you are equals, you don’t need more evidence than a mirror, even if you can’t realize it yet.

And if you were not her descendant you would still be one of the creatures she loved so much, and if she had never loved a human and they only knew you as a coincidence of fate you would still be you and that is more than enough for them to love you.

One by one, each of them joined you in a hug. Finally, the elephant in the room was as big as a mini Little D. “We were scared, at least I know I was. I wanted to protect you and also protect us, what we have” Satan said, speaking awkwardly like few times in his life.

“As the Great Admiral of Hell’s Navy I can tell you that we kept you out of this because we didn’t want to risk our sole reason to fight.” Leviathan’s eyes were closed, he was enjoying the clarity and courage that your soul was giving him. “We took the wrong route.” He added.

When the hug broke, you couldn’t shake the feeling that part of you had gone with them and part of them had stayed with you. “Stay by our side, please, allow us to show you our resolve.” The older brother took your hand, waiting for a response.

You suffered another huge, crushing hug when you gave them one.

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Everyone was having a good time. The castle had never been more inviting, more homely. Lucifer and Mammon were fighting over the music while Luke tried to keep Beelzebub and Solomon out of the kitchen. Normality, once again.

“We are sorry, Mc. We promise they are our far, far, very distant cousins!” The Little D. number 2 said, he was mortified, constantly hiding from you and trying to announce his presence every time he appeared on the scene just so he wouldn't scare you.

“They're awful! A pest! we would never be like them!” The Little D. number 5 added, taking off his hat, his eyes were curved in a gesture that could not mean anything other than regret. “We would never hurt you!!” The Little D. number 6 murmured.

“Don't worry guys, I know you'd never hurt me. You are much kinder and more adorable than them.” You reassured them, patting the head of one of them.

“Of course they wouldn't hurt you, you’d mop the floor with them.” Barbatos said. Whether it was because of his words, his sadistic smile, or the mere fact that he was Barbatos, the Little D.'s ran as soon as he arrived.

“You shouldn't be so hard on them, you scare them.” One thing was true, even if they were family-friendly shaped, you still felt the need to be alert.

“Don't worry Mc, I assure you that I'm not, under any circumstance, stricter than necessary.” Barbatos watched the little demons going from one place to another, serving their guests as best as they could. “It must be difficult for you to look at them.”

“Are you perhaps testing me again?” You asked, so quietly that it was hidden by the music, only the butler heard you and even he had to read your lips to make sure. Barbatos was speechless. It was clear how angry you were but your words didn't match with your calm and steady voice, with your happy and carefree expression. You reminded him of a certain angel.

“I’m surprised you think I would do something so reckless.” He opted for a serious face, leaving behind his usual smile. “No?”

“No.”

“You saw me and those demons, didn't you? you knew what was happening and you did nothing. Why?” You asked, drinking the expensive liquid that could get a demon drunk but wouldn’t even tickle a human.

“Because that's not what you wanted.” Barbatos simply said, curious as to why it seems like you trust him even less than when you found out he had the power to alter the timelines. “Really?” You asked, incredulous.

“I don’t know why I can’t believe you,” You got closer to Barbatos, face to face, your eyes meeting his. “I don’t believe you. If I hadn’t defeated them, wouldn't you have changed the timelines again?”

Ah, a sensible question that hid more interrogatives of the same nature. He knew from the look in your eyes that it wasn’t the first time you’d asked yourself that. It was inevitable, you are a human.

Still, Barbatos couldn't pinpoint what was the ache inside him. He couldn't comprehend why he felt so utterly sad when you talked to him in that way, as if all his presence could offer you were headaches.

“But what am I saying? you didn't do anything because you knew I was going to win.” A part of Barbatos was surprised by how accusatory your voice sounded, maybe facing death gave you enough stupid courage to facing him. “I didn't know.” One brief look into your eyes and he knew your inner turmoil, asking yourself if you should believe him or not.

“I decided to wait and see.” Nobody was paying attention to what seem like a normal conversation but he still felt judged, sooner than later he realized why. In a way, you were scolding him and, in a way, he felt miserable. That was new for him too.

“Why?” You asked. “Because that's what you wanted.” He said and his smile found its way onto his lips again. You reminded him of Solomon before he became the wise sorcerer, how hopeless he was in the face of so much power. “Does that mean you trust me with all of this?” He didn’t have time to answer, you embraced him first, mumbling a feeble thank you.

He could only think one thing, for the way his heart skipped a beat, he should be careful around you.

You turned around and walked towards the brothers, little by little you felt how the war inside you subsided. Lucifer seemed calmer than ever tying Mammon from the highest candelabra. Leviathan and Luke were fighting over who should try Solomon’s dish first, Asmo and Satan laughing at them. Beelzebub devouring the entire menu and Belphie sleeping next to Lilith.

Lilith. You frowned, your eyebrows dropped and your eyes filled with unshed tears. As your lips trembled and your face etched with sadness, you lost sight of her. Before you could think it had been an illusion you felt like something you couldn’t see was hugging you. “You were right, I didn’t have to worry.” Lilith disappeared with a smile on her face and the wink of an eye, leaving you smiling.

Before you could reach the others, you heard a cacophony of screams and things breaking just a few steps away from you; All the Little D.s were chasing a little black ball no bigger than the palm of your hand. The Mini Little D. of Pride that had been captured in the magic bird cage.

He stood in front of you, raising and pointing an adorable finger at your face.

“You!” He screamed, and as laughable as it was, he looked angry.

You sighed, happier than ever. “Really, just get out of my way.”

FIN.

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Lucifer: It’s dark in here Mc: Don’t worry, I got this. Mc: *Stomps their feet* Mc: *Skechers light up*

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Dad things the Obey me! brothers do

ive been thinking of this one for a while and i think its so funny

Lucifer

If your watching a reality tv show in the living room, he will comment on how those shows are "Fake" and "trashy" but will continue to watch it and comment on whats going on

he doesnt sit down either, cause hes "not watching" he will just stand there

Mammon

will have you hold the light while hes fixing his car

will get mad cause your not pointing it in the right direction

Curses real loud while fixing things

Levi

DAD JOKES DAD JOKES

Laughs at every single one he makes

Satan

grunts while standing up or sitting down

falls asleep on the recliner after reading for 2 seconds

Asmo

doesnt remember any of your friends names

even tho hes met them and KNOWS who they are

Beel

does the thing when hes driving and you have snacks by reaching his hand out behind him

stands by the grill the entire bbq to talk about the brisket hes smoking

Belphegor

When theres a huge storm or hurricane, he goes outside on the front porch and watches

even tho we were TOLD to go in the basement

he will be down in a minute, calm down!

[xxgrimml0vrxx]

a/n sorry I’ve been gone for so long, life is crazy but here’s more Mammon stuff that’s been heavy on my mind 𓄿

⚠️warnings⚠️ breeding, afab reader (no pronouns but the word ‘pussy’) Mammon being greedy.

Mammon has a breeding kink and I will not be argued with. he just does.

Especially in spring, (February to May is when crows typically breed and nest) his mind filled with thoughts of bending you over anywhere and stuffing you with his cum.

He’ll even freeze mid-conversation imagining you plump and round with a child. his child. In his pretty little human.

He’ll go fucking feral for it.

“That’s my good human.....ya look so good underneath me treasure~” Mammon moans as he pounds himself into you.

You don’t remember how many times you’ve cum by now, tears running down your face as you gasp and moan trying desperately to catch your breath.

Mammon just laughs softly as he presses soft kisses to your chapped lips and sweaty face.

The fucked out look on your face makes his cock throb, and he has to look away before he cums too quickly.

Mammon presses his body into yours, face in your neck. His fast thrusts speed up again, the room finning with the sound of sweaty sink slapping against skin.

“If only ya knew what you did to me. You know how crazy this little pussy makes me? Do ya know how bad I need ya sugar? ‘m tellin’ ya it feels like I’m addicted to you….” His voice is low and breathy right in your ear and you whine, nodding your head…..but then again your brain is too fuzzy to really make out what he’s saying.

Mammon laughs again and then bites down on the junction between your neck and your shoulder. It’s what sends you over the edge once more, and milks him dry, moaning each other’s name as you cum together.

Mammon is still shuddering for a full minute after his orgasm. And his cock is still hard inside you, “Ya didn’t think we were done did ya treasure?”

[misc-obeyme]

You sometimes wonder if the demons end up in your room at night because somehow they know that you no longer prefer to wake up alone.

Ever since you started living at the House of Lamentation, you have gotten used to finding one or more of them there with you. A friendly face, a gentle touch, the warm body of someone who cared for you, someone you cared for in return.

They all arrive in their own unique ways.

Mammon, who always crashes through your door so easily during the day, sneaks in quietly at night. Most of the time he doesn't wake you. But if he does, he gets flustered and starts to leave until you ask him to stay.

"Of course ya want the Great Mammon to stay with ya," he says. Even in the darkness, you know he's blushing as he says it.

If you whine with nightmares, he'll kiss your head, pull you closer, and whisper that it'll be all right. And instantly the nightmares dissipate.

You never have nightmares when Belphie is around, either. He shows up in your dreams himself, fighting off the terrors with an energy you never see in him when he's awake.

He'll snuggle up to you any time and any place, but most often he finds you at night. He's impossible to disturb, even if you kick him in your sleep. You sometimes wake to find him in strange positions.

Asmo always rearranges him if they both end up with you on the same night.

"You won't get quality sleep like this," he says. "And you need quality sleep if you want to have quality skin!"

When he's alone, Asmo will come in only to stare at you fondly for a while. You know he never intends to stay. It's just a little peek at his favorite sleeping human. But then he finds he can't tear himself away. You'll wake up with his lips pressed against your cheek, as he always wants to kiss you in his sleep.

You sometimes have dreams about eating something, but in the morning you find it's because Beel was there having a midnight snack before falling asleep beside you. He likes to hold you close, wrapping his arms around your waist and pulling you against his chest. You wake up in the middle of the night sometimes because it feels like being held by a furnace.

Although these are the brothers you wake up to most often, you'll find the others come around sometimes, too.

Satan will crawl into bed with you directly, without hesitation, but you know he's embarrassed about the need to be next to you. He'll hold you tightly, like he's afraid to let go. If you ask him what's wrong, he'll tell you, but it's always muffled because he's pressing his face into your neck.

"I'm irritated and I can't calm down enough to sleep," he says. "You always… "

You brush your fingers through his hair soothingly. "I know," you say. Because you do. You know that your presence relaxes him in a way nothing else does.

The ever elusive Levi only stops in when you're alone. He won't join any of his brothers and half the time, he's still awake in his room, binging anime or gaming into the wee hours. You pretend to be asleep if you know he's lingering outside your door because then he'll finally come inside.

He'll stand there and look at you, like he's just dropping in for a moment. He tells himself he'll always leave before you wake up, but that never happens. You deliberately shift yourself to be inviting, creating a space for him beside you. If he's here, he likely needs to rest, to shut off his mind for a little while, to indulge in his desire to be close to you when no one else is around. He blushes the whole time, but he does crawl beneath your covers and rest his head on your chest.

And then there's Lucifer.

The other brothers are constantly going in and out of your room. They have gaming competitions there and movie marathons. Sometimes they gather to do homework with you. Sometimes it's only one or two of them. And you always find one sleeping beside you.

Lucifer rarely takes part in these activities. He's always holed up in his office, working. He waits for you to come to him.

But every once in a while, you'll wake to find him kneeling beside your bed, his hand in your hair or resting on your cheek. Like he came in to check on you and couldn't resist a soft caress. His presence inevitably wakes you. And if you reach out, if you grab his hand, if you hold onto him, he'll give in and stay.

His most vulnerable moments are when he lies down in your bed beside you and lets himself run his fingers along your skin. He'll kiss your forehead and your eyelids, a tender gesture that speaks volumes.

And every morning, no matter who is with you when you wake, you find yourself next to someone who loves you. It becomes your favorite way to start the day. And somehow, every demon living in the House of Lamentation is aware of this. They make sure you're never sleeping alone.

masterlist | Thank you for reading!

[zziridian]

When it comes to the pact marks that line your body the brothers can't help but be entranced

If you find yourself relaxing with Asmo, he has a habit of coloring them in with makeup the intricate patterns practically glow with the shimmers in the eyeshadow.

Levi can't help but stare at them at his, he still can't believe that you'd liked him enough to have a permanent reminder on your body. But he can't lie he thinks it's beautiful.

Beel loves all of them his and his brother's, a enchanting reminder that you would stay, that you chose to stay with him. He'll follow you till the ends of the earth, please let that mark remind you that he loves you.

Belphie has trouble looking at his mark. He knows what he did too you how could you want a reminder of it? But when you grabbed his hand and let him trace the pattern, he couldn't help but blush.

Satan at first had a feeling that he wouldn't like the way his mark looked. Boy, was he wrong. The intricate pattern had him entrance and enchanted. Was this really for him? It's gorgeous.

Mammon can't lie he misses when his mark was the only one that Decorated your body. But it doesn't matter his was first! And well if you ask him, his is the most beautiful after all gold always did suit you the best.

A pack mark Lucifer used to scoff at the thought. But then he saw his. The way it wrapped around your form, the slight shimmer in the intricate Linework, it just looked right on you.

[demonvibez]

Showering with Diavolo

Characters: Lord Diavolo x GN Reader Word Count: 2.3k+ Rating: Mature/Explicit [MDNI] Tags: a lil fluff, unprotected penetration, outercourse, fangs/marking, gn body parts A/N: Received this request as a comment under this fic so of course I had to write a lil headcanon/drabble about my husband, lol. Anyways, hope y'all like this - I could go on about Showertime Dia forever ♡

-> Typically Lord Diavolo has to adhere to a very strict schedule, his life filled with routine. Sadly, his hygiene regiment is no different - quick fifteen minute showers, six days per week, with the exception of his weekly bubble bath. 

-> Most of his showers are quite quick and methodical, starting with his hair and working his way to washing his body. At the end of the fifteen minutes, Barbatos is usually there to greet him with his towel and uniform, eager to get the Young Master's very busy day started.

-> He has probably been gifted every hair-care and body gel to ever exist in the Devildom. But instead, his favorite is one you gifted him, and he is sure to use it everyday. The moment the musky-amber scent hits his nostrils in the morning, it reminds him of you, and he just knows he'll have a good day that day.

-> On Saturday evenings, however, the Prince has a little more time to himself - he pours himself some Demonus and settles into his jacuzzi-style bathtub, the water jets melting away the week's worries.

-> He usually uses the time to catch up on whatever popular shows he's missed, the television in his bathroom being a new addition. You had given him this idea - you told him that 'even the future king needs a little bit of me time,' and he started crafting an Akuzon order almost immediately after you walked off to class.

-> He lets himself drift off into his own peaceful oasis - too often falling into slumber, as thoughts of you turn into dreams. Lately though, he can't help but to feel like something is missing - that sitting in this jacuzzi makes him feel a bit lonely.

♡ "If only you were here with me now," he whispers to himself, before letting out a sigh and sinking beneath the water's surface.

-> Luckily for Lord Diavolo, the stars would soon align in his favor, and the fates would push you two closer together. It all started on a camping trip with the usual crowd from RAD. Diavolo had volunteered to help you gather some firewood - a rather simple task, one would think. Instead this task ended with the two of you running into a pack of wild hellhounds, and getting pushed into a mud pit while attempting to play with them. Barbatos looked rather perturbed when he saw the two of you arrive back at camp, but you assured him that everything was fine. 'Come on, let's get cleaned up,' you say with a smirk to a slightly shocked (and very giddy) Diavolo, your fingers entwining with his as you pull him towards the camp showers.

-> He isn't usually a shy demon, but when it comes to stripping down and getting into this shower with you, he can't seem to keep the blush on his face under control. What started as a nice shower together, washing each other's hair and giggling as you splash each other, ends with the two of you in a passionate embrace. With your legs wrapped around his torso, your lips collide as the cool shower's water cascades down Diavolo's toned back. It definitely would have gone further, had the two of you not been interrupted by Mammon and Levi banging on the door. (He did invite you back to his tent afterwards, so the night was not completely lost. Mammon and Levi were also lectured by Lucifer, 'for their shame and disrespect' as he puts it - but that's a different story.)

-> Ever since that night on the camping trip, your relationship has blossomed, and the two to of you spend as much time together as possible. You usually alternate between staying over with each other - most of the time you go over to stay with him in the Castle, but every now and then you are able to convince Lucifer that the House is clean enough for your Royal Boyfriend to spend the night.

-> The first time he stays over, of course the two of you shower together! You ask him if you should text Barbatos to bring over some of his shower supplies, but Diavolo insists on using yours, excited to smell like your signature scent for the rest of the day. He'll always insist on using your products - a light breeze of that scent helps him get through those endless meetings! (Although it does tend to make his mind wander...)

♡ Showers with Diavolo are always a mix of spontaneous and sensual. One moment you're splashing each other with soap suds, playing 'keep away' with the loofah…the next he has you pinned to the wall, unable to resist the way you look up at him, and he can't stop his lips from crashing onto yours. 

♡ It doesn't take much effort for him to pick you up, cradling you in his arms as the shower rains down onto the both of you - and now you can finally finish what the two of you started on that night camping; what Diavolo has been fantasizing about ever since. Your hands slide his damp crimson hair back out of his face, gripping it in the back as your tongues collide. You can feel Dia's thick throbbing cock teasing you, and all you can do is grind against him. 

♡ He slides into you so effortlessly - as if you were made for him. Your arousal made you putty in his hands, your tight little hole adjusting to him after only a moment - but you still couldn't help the gasp you let out at his size, your eyes widening at the sensation.

♡ Every thrust in this position feels new, an unfathomable pleasure previously undiscovered. A new high, with no sight of the top. Each stroke hits so deeply within you with an electric feel, the rush of pleasure getting sent up to your brain, overstimulating all of your senses. The euphoria continues to build, and you don't know if it will ever end - if the tension will ever snap. 

♡ The rising pleasure within you is starting to overwhelm you, having never felt so full before. Just when you thought you couldn't handle much more, the Prince slides one of his hands down to your sex, massaging you in tandem with his pace. Your nails dig into the flesh of his muscular shoulders as he finally pushes you over the edge. He finds himself following suit not long after, the feeling of your tight hole clenching around him making him unable to hold back any longer.

♡ Both of your moans fill the air as you ride out your climax together. Gasping for air, you hear a knock on the glass of the shower's door - you were so wrapped up in this moment together that neither of you heard Barbatos enter the bathroom. He waited until it sounded as though the two of you were finished before he interrupted your 'shower' - and now he's reminding you of the Young Master's busy schedule for today in a scolding tone, as he holds out towels for you both. Oops.

-> Anyways, you also love spending weekends at the Castle with him - it's easier to flow with his schedule that way. And of course Diavolo is going to invite you to his Saturday night soak; you're his favorite human, his lover, his partner…and it was originally your idea, in the first place! 

-> Just know that this demon spent extensive time planning out your first bubble bath together - he had to pull out all of the stops! 

-> The Friday morning beforehand, Barbatos comes in to wake up his Young Prince, only to find him already awake and making a rather large Akuzon order on his DDD. Scented candles, chocolate covered hellberries, vintage spirits - he was even considering calling in one of his favors to see if he could get some Celestial bubble bath expedited from the angelic realm. Cost is of no issue to him, wanting nothing more than to ensure the night's success. Barbatos scolds him several times throughout the day, the Prince seemingly distracted and prioritizing his night in with you over his paperwork. 

-> When the time comes to set everything up, Diavolo insists on doing everything himself. He even threatens bribes Barbatos into going to Purgatory Hall for the evening - all so that he can do it all alone, eager to show you how much he cares about you. He has a brief moment of doubt as some of the Celestial bubble bath accidentally overflows onto the floor...but you're worth it, and he finishes fixing it all up right as you ring the front entrance anyways.

-> The scene set in his bathroom is so romantic, you wonder for a moment if you're actually in a movie. Abyss flower petals scattered around the floor. Candles set around the tub, the flickering glow dancing against the bathroom's tiles. Scented bubbles gently fizzing and popping, the light aroma filling the air and instantly making you feel relaxed. A bottle of champagne, specially ordered from the human realm, and set in an enchanted bucket of ice next to two hell-crystal champagne flutes. And your gorgeous Demon Prince standing in front of you, gently grabbing your hand to press his lips to your knuckles before he leads you over to the tub. If this is a dream, you definitely don't want to wake up...

-> After the two of you disrobe, you settle into the jacuzzi, and Diavolo gets you each a glass of champagne right after he presses the button to start up the water jets.

♡ It doesn't take much bubbly for the two of you to find yourselves in another heated moment - but the truth was, neither of you could hardly wait to jump the other from the moment you entered the bath's warm water. And now you find yourself in his lap, bouncing on his huge throbbing cock, the feeling of it filling you surprising you yet again. Every new position with the Prince feels like new territory, the way he strokes so deeply within you. Making you feel things you never have before - hitting spots you didn't know existed. This type of adventurous pleasure could become addicting...

♡ His golden eyes smolder with lust as he watches you, every gasp that escapes your lips pushing him closer and closer. Your little human hands grip at his scalp as his own fingers sink into the flesh of your hips. His lips find your neck, and his kisses gradually turn into light love bites, his fangs nipping little marks onto your skin as he thrusts up into you.

♡ "So good...all mine," he mumbles possessively against your neck.

♡ Your moans grow louder as Diavolo starts thrusting faster, taking the reigns as you let the building bliss take over your senses. He pulls away from you to see the way your eyes roll back in ecstasy as his hand glides down to your sex, massaging you in that spot that he knows drives you absolutely wild. Consumed by pleasure, that warm feeling of euphoria washes over you, your orgasm making you feel weightless in Diavolo's muscular arms. 

♡ He's not done with you yet though - not even close. Switching positions, he picks you up in his arms and sets you down on the recessed bench in his bathtub. His hand grips under your thigh and pushes your leg up, a groan escaping his lips as he slides himself back into you. It had been merely a few moments, yet he had already missed the feeling of your tight warmth squeezing him so perfectly.

♡ He thrusts into you roughly and suddenly, the bath's water splashing and rippling against his gorgeous caramel skin with each stroke. You hadn't even come down from the high of your first orgasm, still feeling the aftershocks as Diavolo begins to fuck you faster and faster.

♡ Losing all restraint, his demon form slips out only a few moments before he hits his climax, causing his cock to grow even bigger. Your eyes widen as you feel him, his wings outstretched as he fills you with his royal seed - and you can't help but to join him, your orgasm overtaking you as well.

♡ Both panting for air, he picks you up and sits down with you in his lap, still throbbing deeply within you. He wraps his arms around you to hold you as you both catch your breath. Neither of you can help the smiles plastered across your faces, that blissful feeling still remaining as you sit with him in his loving embrace. Your cheek rests against his chest as his rests on top of your head, and he just knows that this is the happiest he's ever been in his long, demonic life.

-> Afterwards, as the two of you get ready for bed, Diavolo can't help the way his heart swells when he sees the way you've settled into his room. The way your things line the counter of his sink. The way you go to his wardrobe to retrieve your pajamas, instead of your bag. It's almost as if you live here in this Castle with him already - a thought as sweet as candy for the Young Devildom Prince. 

-> And as you lay there snuggled up in his arms, your face buried in the crook of his neck, Diavolo contemplates asking you to move in with him right then and there. But you've already drifted off to sleep, so that will have to wait for another time. Looking down at you lovingly, his heart feels so full - he presses a kiss to the top of your head before laying back on his pillow, his eyes fluttering shut.

♡ "I love you so much," he whispers as he drifts off into his own slumber. With you in his arms and in his dreams, the Future Demon King can't help but to smile in his sleep. 

· demonvibez ♡ 2024 · do not copy, repost or modify · · comments, reblogs and likes are deeply appreciated! ♡ ·

[ibukiful]

Where's his emo guys

[zephyrchama]

A vein bulged in Satan's head and you tugged on his arm before things got violent, but the Avatar of Wrath refused to budge.

He bit down hard on his bottom lip. His voice was a low snarl. "There's just no way. This isn't right."

You were supposed to be on a cute bookstore date. A calm day of browsing shelves for new releases, pointing out interesting titles, and letting Satan impress you by going on about how much he's already read. Sure, it had been a while since his last outburst, but you never expected a children's display to set him off.

"Take me to the owner," Satan growled. His eyes were narrowed into hateful slits. "This has to be an error."

"No, we should head home. I'm feeling tired." You tried to soothe him by grabbing his hand and entwining your fingers together. Easier said than done when Satan's hand was clenched into an immobile fist.

His muscles tensed. You inserted yourself in between Satan and the offending bookcase, hoping to block his line of sight. It was no use. He stared past you coldly.

"It's Devinstein Wolves. Not Devinstain Wolves. It's always been Devinstein. The internet has to be wrong, they had to have changed it at some point." The more he muttered, the more his shoulders shook with rage.

You had to get him out before he caused a scene. It would be bad news if Satan trashed one of his favorite bookstores and word of the monetary damages got around to Lucifer. "How about we go home and check? Surely there's an old copy in the house somewhere?"

It took a minute for your words to permeate the wrath. He slowly exhaled. The rational Satan you knew slowly, begrudgingly, reappeared. He squeezed your hand back in confirmation.

"You're right. The truth will be revealed if we can find that copy. Let's go." He began walking out the door, his pace faster than normal. With your hands clasped together he practically dragged you along.

"Wait! Satan! Can we stop to get drinks first?" you stammered, stumbling after him.

If you got home, found that book, and discovered Satan was wrong all along, he might really explode. You needed to brace yourself. You needed to brace Satan for the possibility of being wrong. You needed some strong caffeine if you were going to make it through the rest of the day.

[tasteforambrosia]

Incorrect Quotes! #1

LUCIFER: It's going to be ok.

MC: Lucifer, it's just a paper cut, I'm fine.

LUCIFER: Take deep breaths.

MC: But, I'm not hyperventilating.

LUCIFER: I'm talking to myself.

[devildomcuties]

Obey Me: Climb into Bed [Dateables]

🕷 pairing: diavolo, barbatos, simeon, and solomon x gn!reader

🕷 wc: 961

🕷 summary: Unable to sleep, you sneak out of the House of Lamentation

🕷 warnings: making out, pet names (my love, sweetheart, babe, little one, implied smut, oral sex

🕷 a/n: I don't know what to call this line and I'm not fond of calling them side characters, so from here on out they will be dateables and the brothers will be demon brothers :)

Diavolo 

“Barbatos wouldn’t approve of your late-night shenanigans,” Dia says as he rolls over to see you at his bedroom door. 

“How did you know it was me?” You ask as you shut the door and head towards his bed. Diavolo sits up, moving the covers to welcome you into his bed. 

He’s shirtless, and in the glow of the lamp on the bedside table, you can make out every delicious ridge of his torso. 

“You expect me not to recognize the footsteps of the love of my life?” Dia asks as you strip your pajamas and climb in beside him.

You smile, melting into his side as his arm drapes over your waist. You lock eyes with him, bashful as he looks at you for a few moments in silence. 

Diavolo leans in, capturing your lips with his own. His large hand cups your cheek, and the other moves down to your lower back. Your leg ends up between his thick thighs, moaning as you rock up and down on his thigh. 

“Barbatos is going to kill me tomorrow,” Diavolo whispers in between saccharine kisses. 

“Why’s that?” You respond as his lips kiss their way down your jaw toward your neck. You grip his broad shoulders, cursing when he rolls on top of you between your legs and you feel his hard cock against your thigh. 

“Because we won’t be getting any sleep tonight, my love,” Diavolo grins as he kisses your lips again, moaning your name softly. 

Barbatos

“You really shouldn’t be in my bedroom this late,” Barbatos’ voice startled you as you shut his bedroom door. 

Across the room, he stands in nothing but a towel as his hair drips slowly onto his shoulders. You follow a drop of water running down his chest until it disappears into his teal bath towel. You gulp, pulsating as you blink, forgetting what he’s said. 

“Sweetheart?” Barbatos takes a few steps toward you while you try not to drool over his perfect physique. He smirks when he catches your gaze, your cheeks flaming hot.

“Yes?” You blink as he cups your face, his thumb tracing your lips. He doesn’t say a word as he kisses you, leading you to his bed where you fall with a gasp. 

Barbatos is on top of you, kissing your neck and helping you out of your pajamas before he drops his towel. His hair is still damp between your fingers when you tug it, pinning his face to your neck as he licks the column of your throat before his teeth sink in. 

“Barb!” You gasp, arching into him as his hands settle onto your hips. Your legs wrap around him as you pant, moaning when he moves lower. 

“I suppose the Young Master shall have a late start to his morning tomorrow,” Barbatos chuckles. “For I will be busy attending to your every need tonight.”

Simeon

“Baby?” Simeon looks up from his journal when he hears his bedroom door open. 

“Hey,” you wave shyly. 

“You shouldn’t be out so late,” Simeon scolds gently as you approach him. He closes his journal and sets his pen on his desk. 

“I couldn’t sleep. I sent you a message on the D.D.D. but you didn’t respond,” you explain. 

Simeon blushes as he reaches for the device. He was still learning how to use it and knew better than to ignore it when it pinged but inspiration had struck and he’d been writing since after dinner with Luke and Solomon. 

You take Simeon’s hand, leading him to the bed. Simeon takes his shirt off, tossing it onto the desk chair as you lift the covers and slide beneath them. He joins you a second later, pulling you to him. His dark hair falls over his eyes as he leans in to kiss you. 

“Did you miss me, little one?” Simeon teases as he kisses your jaw, cheek, and earlobe. “Couldn’t sleep without me next to you?”

“I wanted you to come to me,” you answer him, your hands running over the broad expanse of his back. “Wanted to feel you, kiss you, devour you.”

Simeon groans, moaning your name as he pulls you on top of him. His hands grip handfuls of your ass, kissing you deeply as you grind down on him. 

“Well, you’re here now and I aim to please,” he whispers before he kisses you again, his fingers unbuttoning your top easily as you grind on him once more. 

Solomon

“You know, I could have just popped into your bedroom instead?” Solomon smirks as you appear in his bedroom beside his bed. 

You jump, not expecting him to be behind you. 

“I tried sneaking out first but Lucifer caught me,” you sigh as you climb into bed with him. “I had to barter with Satan to get a spell book.”

“Resourceful,” Solomon laughs as he pulls you to him. “Next time just call and I’ll be right over. You know Lucifer won’t be able to keep me from you.”

“But isn’t it more fun to sneak around?” You grin as you kiss Solomon. He moans as you push him onto his back, your legs straddling his hips. His hands find their place on your ass.

“You do love the thrill of danger,” Solomon whispers as you kiss your way down his shirtless body. When you reach his sweatpants, you run your hand over his erection, licking your lips before tugging his sweatpants down with his boxers. 

Solomon curses, eyes shut as you wrap your lips around him. His heart rate spikes, pleasure coursing through him as you take him into your mouth. 

His fingers thread in your hair, moans escaping his pretty lips until he’s nothing but a puddle of lust underneath you.

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[7pink-prin-cess7]

Everyone listen to me!!!!!!

MC who starts hating demons with a burning passion. Demons treat humans as lesser life forms, as filth under their feet or as food. Demons did things to MC that have left them scarred for life. A demon killed them.

So it's no surprise they start treating the demon race like scum driven only by the evil in their hearts. After leaving devildom they gradually cut off all contact with the demon brothers and Diavolo while still being tortured by flashbacks and nightmares about clawed hands crushing their windpipe. And I imagine that it will take a loooooot of time for Belphegor to get over his hatred for humans - so if he and MC ever meet again then it'll be like looking in the mirror. Two pairs of eyes conveying nothing but detestation for one another.

[obeymeshallwedateaddict]

So this is a dumb little headcanon I thought of in the middle of the night since I was thinking about how in NB they never really showed why Lucifer was okay with MC keeping the Ring of Light even if he didn't know about what happened in OM sooo...

GN!MC

You can find more of my work here: Masterlist

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in Nightbringer

Lucifer: MC, why do you have my ring?

MC: Because like- wait.. why do I gotta explain this to you? It's a long story and that's that.

Lucifer: Well thank you for keeping my ring with you. Now give it back.

MC: Give it back? What do you mean?

Lucifer: Give me back my ring.

MC: But I found it. Me.

Lucifer: And? That doesn't change the fact that it's mine.

MC: Y'know, Lucifer. Finders keepers.

Lucifer: MC, I'm not going down that rabbit hole. Give. Me. Back. My. Ring. Now.

MC pondered deeply before a smirk appeared on their face. They took off the ring and extended their hand as if to give it to Lucifer.

MC: Here. Take it.

But as soon as Lucifer reached to take the ring MC pulled it back to themselves.

MC: But you might wanna know that I washed it with holy water this morning. And I'd say it's still a bit humid.

Lucifer's eyes widened for a subtle second, MC could catch a glimpse of anger in his expression. The demon took a few steps back, knowing how dangerous holy water is for him. After that he pinched his temple and left.

MC had a big ass grin on their face

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Later when MC is back to the original timeline

MC telling the brothers about the encounter with Lucifer involving the Ring of Light

Asmo: And so? What happened?

MC: Well.. have you guys ever seen Lucifer run?

Mammon: Run? Like outta fear?

MC: Yeah he was running for his life.

Lucifer: sighing MC you're likely exaggerating.

MC: raising their shoulders I wouldn't say that. You seemed pretty horrified to me.