#obey mr mc

[crowchemicals]

living vicariously through my MC and giving myself a dragon for my bday

[devildomsoup]

MC: Today is chaos day yesterday was chaos day tomorrow will probably also be chaos day

Barbatos: Why do you think that tomorrow will be a so called chaos day?

MC: Every day is chaos day. Look at the people I live with.

[not-krys]

58. Father (Houki, Thea, Abby, Clara, Miri)

The one I got a little too exited to write, so I ended up writing it during most of last month instead of this month, whoops.

This one features Houki reminiscing about her past, Thea, Arthur and Theo welcoming their bundles of joy into the world, a quite spicy Vincent and Abby about sharing the news with him about becoming a father, a little Clara seeking out Mr. Akatsuki in her time of need, and Miri talking to Lucifer about Lilith.

Regular warnings apply: incomplete, raw writing, suddenly cuts in places; oc lore building; oc x canon children; pregnancy; polyam relationship with Thea, Arthur, and Theo; Abby and Vincent's does get spicy with him partially stripping her, heavy kisses, wandering hands, and mentions of past cock-warming (with a lil implied somnophilia from that? idk); Clara's includes talks of domestic abuse and her being left behind by her parents; and Miri talks a little bit about Lilith's death and the circumstances surrounding it it, so mentions of death and possibly spoilers for season 1 of obey me, I guess.

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Houki

The moon cast a silvery glow over the small garden, the quiet of the night bringing peace over Azuchi. Houki sat on the veranda in Hideyoshi's palace, hands folded neatly in her lap as she gazed up at the moon, the light reflecting off her glasses.

A bundle of grey fur pushed against her elbow, not deterred until she found a comfortable spot on Houki's lap, her loud purrs of satisfaction rumbling against her legs. Houki smiled and scratched her ears, making purrs somehow louder.

"Are you lonely too, Miss Kitty?" Houki giggled softly. "Mitsunari will be back soon. Don't worry."

Kitty flicked her tail, curling it back into herself. Houki went back to scratching the cat's ears.

"…You know, my father and I used to look up at the moon like this… back when I still lived in Jiyel."

Kitty chirped, as if she understood what Houki was talking about.

"He was… a quiet sort of man, my father. He loved books just as much as I do. We would always talk about what we had read recently over snacks and tea. And he would sneak me books whenever Mother wasn't looking."

Houki looked down.

"He… was the one most opposed to me going to Vale Isle after Jiya had ran away. I was ill-prepared. I was not ready to be married to a stranger for the sake of alliances. I just wanted to stay home and read my books in peace."

She sighed.

"But… Mother won out in the end. We couldn't lose our good standing in the family, and I was the only girl of marrying age that could do it."

Kitty raised her head, curious as to why Houki had stopped petting her.

"It wasn't so bad, my brief time at Vale Isle. I met all sorts of nobles and royalty from all the seven kingdoms. I met a pirate lord and a warrior princess that taught me how to get away from… stinky kidnappers, as she called them. I even got to rescue another princess from a brutish prince from Revaire. Me, rescuing a princess."

Houki looked down again, looking at the white scar on her finger.

"Then, by some twist of fate, I ended up here, rescuing another person from a horrible fate. A warlord at that. Lord Nobunaga."

"It's strange… how different your life can go based on a single decision. How if my father had succeeded in keeping me in Jiyel, none of this could have happened. I couldn't have met with pirate lords or rescued princesses and warlords in peril. I wouldn't have met Mitsunari…"

Kitty rubbed her head against Houki's hand, making her smile.

"Or you, dear Kitty. How different my life would be, if I had stayed in Jiyel, kept company by my books…"

She let out a gentle laugh.

"It sounds a little boring and lonely when I say it out loud, does it not?"

Kitty flicked her tail again, staring up at her with her big purple eyes.

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Thea

Arthur couldn't stop the grin on his face even if he tried. Cradled carefully in his arms was a small pink bundle, little curls of teal hair peeking under the blanket. He could see marks of Thea all over this little one's face, her nose and her ears most notable, but this one, this one, she was a curious little bird, staring up at him with her baby blue eyes. His heart melted just looking at this little darling, his little darling.

Another soft cry caught his attention, taking his attention away for a brief moment, reminding that the sweet joy in his arms wasn't the only new happiness in his life.

Theo held a similarly swaddled bundle in a blue blanket, the man himself whispering soft, sweet things in Dutch, rocking the babe to soothe him.

Between the both of them was the love of his and Theo's life, Thea, new mother to a set of twins that, by some miracle, looked like himself and the younger Van Gogh. Twins weren't uncommon whenever he delivered babies in his doctor days, but this was the first time he'd seen two twins looking like their respective fathers. Maybe it was a vampire thing? Something to ask Comte and Leonardo about later.

For now, he leaned towards Thea, brushing back her sweat dampened bangs and kissed her forehead.

"They're perfect, luv." He said quietly with a smile.

Theo glowed with pride, his own grin not soon to leave his face.

"He's actually right. For once."

Thea gave a tired laughed.

"Save the arguing for when I'm not so tired and sore."

She glanced between the two of them, her exhausted smile warm and gentle.

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Abby

Thunder boomed and rattled the windows of the apartment building, the only source of sound. It barely reached Abby's ears however. She stood at her front door, soaked to the bone and shivering. She knew she should go inside. She should take a hot shower and dry herself off, change into some warm pajamas. Eventually mop up the puddle she was leaving on the floor.

She could barely move, however. Not to enter her and Vincent's apartment. Not to face him when he would inevitably try and ask what was wrong.

She couldn't face him. She couldn't.

The rain dripping from her hair felt like tears running down her cheeks, though she knew she wasn't crying. Maybe. She wasn't completely sure.

She touched her stomach, her wet clothes clinging to her like a glove. Her breath shuddered as she touched herself.

It was too soon for any noticeable difference, far too soon. Yet resting her hand there, with her clothes clinging to her, she thought she felt a difference, a spark, something to make this real, to remind her that it was real.

Her breath shuddered again, her hands coming up to cover her face.

Suddenly, the door in front of her opened, the thud loud enough to mask the echoing thunder, filling the darkened hallway with light. Abby looked up, her eyes wide and shining.

Both stared at the other, struck to silence.

"Vin-" Abby's meek voice started to call to him, before she was lifted into the air and carried into the apartment, not stopping until her feet touched the fluffy yellow rug of their bathroom. Next thing she knew, his lips took hers, his fingers finding her shorts' fastener, almost ripping it from the denim cloth. He pulled her underwear down as well, his heated fingers pressing into her belly.

"Is it true, shatje?" he asked once he released her mouth, panting for breath.

She then saw the nearby trash can, five peculiar boxes filling it along with five little sticks. She froze. Vincent kissed her again, gentling his tone.

"That's where you went today, to make sure."

Abby nodded.

"Well? Are you?"

She closed her eyes, remembering seeing all those positive marks on all five of the tests. And the tests at the doctor's office.

"I-It makes sense, given the time frame." she said quietly. She could vividly remember the night she and Vincent had reunited, how he refused to leave her side, how waking the next morning he was still inside of her, rubbing her insides tenderly to not wake her. How very few nights after that rarely saw her alone in bed.

She then sneezed, reminding both of them that she was still in her wet clothes, chillier now thanks to Vincent removing her shorts and underwear. He gave a sheepish smile.

"First things first."

He reached behind her, to turn on the hot water in the shower. Abby took the opportunity to remove the rest of her wet clothes. She then looked at herself in the mirror, a full length one hanging on the back of the door reflecting her brown eyes back at her.

There was still no change, there couldn't be after only a few hours of confirming her suspicions with a doctor, she knew that in her heart of hearts. Yet she couldn't help but turn to the side, to see her curves and bumps in profile, and cup her hands under her belly as if there was a big change, something there for her to hold. She did the same as she turned forward, holding her hands over herself, holding what she assumed was the little life inside of her.

Hands larger than hers, rougher from years of painting and hard work, joined her petite ones, forming a little heart with his thumbs and forefingers. Vincent chuckled and kissed her cheek.

"You're still beautiful, you know."

He broke his little heart, one hand resting fully on her belly, warming her chilled skin. His other hand, however, had other ideas as it traveled south, tracing a line down to her inner thighs.

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Clara

Mr. Akatsuki, owner of a specialty book store in Rhodolite, was locking up for the night. A quiet day was ending just as quietly as it had began. He turned his sign around to closed and was about to lock the door when he heard a peculiar sound.

It sounded like crying. A young girl crying in fact.

The most peculiar thing was that it was coming from inside his shop. How strange.

After securing the door, he walked amongst his shelves and tomes from across the kingdoms. The sobs grew louder as he drew closer, finding a small girl with twin braids framing her head and an orange pinafore dress hiding her sobs. Mr. Akatsuki blinked.

"Miss Clara?" he asked.

He knew the little girl. She and her mother visited his shop frequently because of the young one's voracious reading habits. She had already gone through his selection of Jade fairy tales and children stories and had been looking to sink her little hands into some Benitoite pirate tales as of late.

But it was far too late in the day for a young child to be left unattended. Mr. Akatsuki knelt in front of her.

"What are you doing here so late, young one? Your mother is bound to be worried about you."

The little girl sniffed and wiped her nose on her sleeve.

"Mama's not home."

"She's not?"

"No…" Clara sniffed again, "she said she was going far away… and that she was taking Papa with her."

"Taking your Papa with her?"

Mr. Akatsuki rarely saw the father with the little girl before him. Before, he would always see the woman and child that came to his bookshop, eager to see his latest findings. He saw the man so infrequently that he wondered if her mother was widowed or separated for some reason from her husband.

The times he did see him however, Clara's mother always wore scarves and long sleeves, down over her wrists. She also walked with a limp sometimes, making him suspicious of something foul going on behind closed doors.

"Papa… said some things to Mama. Mean, hurtful things." The little girl shuddered, "then he… he hit her."

"He hit her?"

"Uh huh."

Mr. Akatsuki brought his light closer, seeing a dark red mark across the child's cheek. He could feel his blood starting to boil.

"Did he hit you too?"

Clara nodded, cradling her sore cheek.

"I wanted him to stop hitting Mama, so I pulled on his leg, trying to stop him and…" Her tears were starting to fall again.

"Did I do something wrong, Mr. Akatsuki? To make Papa so angry?"

He pulled his sleeve down to wipe her eyes.

"It matters not if you did any wrong-doing, Miss Clara." He pulled her to her feet, "Your papa shouldn't have struck you or your mother for that matter."

Clara sniffled.

"I want my mama back."

Mr. Akatsuki frowned, glancing at the shelves that contained countless tales of love and bravery behind the young girl.

"If you promise to stay with Mrs. Baker tonight, I can go look for your mama."

"It's really noisy at Mrs. Baker's place," Clara made a face. "She's got a lot of kids."

"You… could make some friends there?"

"They're loud and once tore the pages of my favorite book."

Mr. Akatsuki sighed. He hadn't been established in the little town for long, and the Bakers were the first people he thought of that wouldn't mind looking after a little one overnight, but it seemed little Miss Clara had some opinions about them.

"Just for one night? If it takes longer to find your mama, I'll ask someone else in town."

"Can't I just stay with you, Mr. Akatsuki?"

"Me?"

"I don't need much. I like reading so I'll be really quiet if you want me to be.. I can even clean up good if you want me too!"

"Miss Clara, I-!"

A little orange ball was soon clinging to his leg, her tiny arms surprisingly strong for someone of her size and age.

"Please, Mr. Akatsuki? I don't want you to leave me too."

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Miri

"I get it what you're saying." Miri clenched her hands, her fist trembling. "It's still not fair… that she had to lose her life because she wanted to help someone she loved."

"It was the rule, Miriam." Lucifer said with a stern tone. "it was what Father said, and his word was law."

"Lilith didn't have to die for it!"

"I know she didn't!"

He closed his eyes, his brows scrunching as if he was in pain. "She wasn't at fault for what she did out of her love for humans. But not everyone saw it that way. It was just…"

"How things were." Miri finished, looking down and sighing. "Sorry. It's a touchy subject. For everyone. And I was being insensitive."

"You're not at fault." Lucifer turned towards her. "She would have said the same thing. Love is a lot stronger than we give it credit for."

"And… neither of us would be here without her." Miri said gently. "You would still be in the Celestial Realm with everyone and I would- well, I wouldn-…"

Lucifer snorted derisively.

"Don't think too hard about it, little sheep." he smirked, "you are a light in all of our lives and I, for one, am thankful for your continued existence, regardless of the circumstances that brought you into existence."

[liminalimmortal]

Me when I get the option to yell Stay but I still have to reforge the pacts

Me the moment I learned we wouldn’t be living with the Demon brothers anymore in HOL:

[irishmammonagenda]

Death is a Debatable Thing-Obey Me x Reader

Summary: MC died 😱 and reincarnated as an angel, as per usual; chaos ensues. Word Count: 6.9k Warnings: Mention of Death, Cursing, Torture (mentioned, no torture happens) Michael is featured heavily in this, I just made up a personality for him, I don't play NB a lot (it makes me too sad) and I think he shows up there so if this is different to how he's portrayed there then L for me. Everyone except Luke was written as and can be read as Romantic(/platonic if you prefer)You can read Michael as Romantic, but I wrote him more Platonically.

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"Absolutely not." You say, looking at your new found wings. "I did not die just to be reincarnated with the ugliest clothing I've ever seen."

"Would you have preferred to have been reincarnated as bare as Eve was in Eden?" The man you'd come to know as Michael. His dark skin shone in the blessed light of the celestial realm, his thick curly hair was pinned back in such a delicate fashion you wanted to unpin all the ornaments in it. Your fingers twitched at your sides.

"Isn't that against modesty rules or something...?" You paused, Simeon was an angel, he essentially had his ass out at all times anyway. Whore.

Michael stares at you weirdly, before playing with one of the loose strands of his hair, pulling the tight coil until it was completely straight before letting go and letting it spring back up again. Now you really wanted to mess up his hair. Just to annoy him.

"So anyway..." You start, sitting on a cloud that you fall through. For a moment you think you're about to pull a Lucifer and fall through the sky, but you manage to grab onto something and pull yourself up. That something is Michael's ankle and he's laughing at you, wiping a tear from ruby red eyes that shine just like that of his fallen brother.

"Stop laughing at me! Anyway, when can i go to the Devildom?" You inquire, watching Michael's face turn stern. He glares down at where you're lying, still gripping his ankle

"You're not returning to the Devildom anytime soon." He says sharply.

Your breath hitches. "Why not?! I have to let the brothers and Dia and Barbs and Sol and everyone else know I didn't die!"

"You did die. Why do you think you're an angel." Michael sighs, "and no. You're not letting them know you've returned."

"Why not?!" You repeat, outraged. "No offence though MC, but you´ve just died." "So?" You reply with indignation. "So," Michael says in a mocking tone, pitching his deep voice up high before letting it fall down the octaves once more. "You're barely able to walk on clouds or do anything yet. Letting you down to the Devildom is the equivalent of sending a baby bird into a den of lions."

"But...they'd protect me." You said softly, Michael's tone softens as well, laying a gentle hand on your shoulder.

"They'd also over-protect you, they've just lost you. I don't think you're ready for that smothering just after your death."

You nod. Michael's soft expression turns devious, "Plus, this way, you have plenty of time to think about how youre going to scare my broth-...the brothers and everyone else whilst proving you're alive...well an angel..."

You grin too. "Amazing point Mr Michael."

He plays with his golden locks again, an idiosyncracy. "Anytime" He grins before beginning to walk again, you grab onto his ankle tighter. "Oh and Mc?"

"Yeah?"

"Call me Mr Michael again and I'm shaving all you hair off. And trust me. Angel hair does not grow back." He smiles evilly. You shudder.

Well it turns out Michael is a fucking liar.

After being a little bit too bored during your second month of being an angel and first month of learning not to fall through the clouds in Michael's private garden that consists purely of clouds and a singular harp he stole from some poor Irish Deity, you go bored and snipped your unnaturally long angel hair up to your waist. You didn't want to go too short just yet.

In the time frame of a week you learnt two things.

One: Angel hair does grow back, maybe a tiny bit faster than human hair, and Two, Michael was babysitting the harp. Turns out the Deity was called the Dagda and he was visiting France on holidays for some reason, poor man, having to go to France and deal with all the French People there. Turns out he left the harp in Michael's hands, something about Fomoranians not being smart enough to see this one coming.

You just nodded and slowly backed away. Michaels red eyes followed you. He and Lucifer had to be twins.

Another day passed. The more you thought about it, the more Michael and Lucifer had to be twins. After having cut your hair to just below your shoulders, you found a piece of unnecessarily fancy parchment paper and a quill on Michael's desk

Holding the black quill in your hands you felt a sense of familiarity wash over you. Was that?....

No fucking way.

Michael was using one of Lucifer's feathers as a quill. You cackled.

After much deliberation you'd realised you could not write with a quill, but also that you were very good at ripping paper and making blotches of ink on said paper with a quill.

You decided to snoop in Michael's desk for a pen, instead you found a drawer titled, 'LUKE ONLY' in cursive letters, the label was stuck to the drawer so obviously you opened it.

Colouring books, letters written by Luke from the Devildom, Report Cards, Crayons, Drawings, and a pack of stickers were left in the drawer, a notepad lay next to it, Michael's cursive handwriting all over it 'Activities to do', it had things like 'Bowling' and 'Baking' and 'Gardening' and 'Teach him how to knit' and 'Arts and Crafts' and 'Prank Jesus' and 'Take him to Human Realm Cinema' and and anything else really. You cooed, your ivory wings rustling happily.

You grabbed a crayon and began to write.

WHY MICHAEL AND LUCI ARE TWINS one; same eyes two; both evil three; both hot four; satan is basically luci's son if you think about it and michael has blond hair too, if luci and michael are twins that means that blond hair is in the gene pool and thats how satn has blond hair even though luci has black hair five; both like wearing dramatic cape coat things six; both of them baby luke seven; they ha

"What are you doing?" Michael asks, startling you, and ruining your next point of 'they have hands', "Why is my drawer open?" He grabs the parchment from you, reads it and bellows out in laughter.

"We are twins you could've asked." He smiled, "also put the crayon back thats Red and Luke likes colouring in Teddy Bears red."

"Yessir."

You were a master conspiracy theorist.

In the end, you and Michael had decided on visiting the Devildom for 'diplomatic' reasons, but upon seeing the glint in his eyes it was probably more for 'dicklomatic' reasons seeing as he's an utter dickhead.

You had a veil covering your face, seeing as you were still kind of legally and widely believed to be dead.

You know, the usual.

You walked behind Michael, attempting to kick at the back of his knees, it never worked sadly. You took a deep breath as you reached the RAD council room doors.

Michael grabs you by your shoulders whispering into your ear. "Now remember MC im going to use you as a bargaining tool, so keep that veil on till i say so, got it?" He grins.

You nod, knowing that 'bargaining tool' in Michaelish translates to 'im bored and want to see a dramatic reunion'

Michael opens the doors.

You walk in with him but stand at the door awkwardly, steeling yourself so you don't immediately run into any of your idiots' arms.

Luke apparently had the same idea, as when he saw Michael, he let out a happy 'yip!' kind of sound similar to a puppy's and then ran from where he stood beside Simeon and Solomon into the Archangel's arms.

Michael catches him happily, petting his head as the young angel nuzzles into his hair, blabbering on about who knows what. Asmo takes a photo of it, everyone else stares with varying levels of fondness, awkwardness and 'meh'.

Sadly for you however, once Simeon is done greeting Michael, and Michael is now distracted by Luke introducing him to Barbatos who is apparently the 'bestest baker in the world!' (you could agree with that sentiment), Simeon walked over to you, his serene smile on his face.

"Hello, I'm Simeon, forgive me for asking, but do I know you? You have a familiar aura."

You shake your head.

"Oh, never the matter" Simeon smiles, "What's your name then. my friend?"

You clear your throat and put on a deep american accent, "Rupert...Pleasure to meet you...Simeon.."

"Are you sure we haven't met before?"

"Certain." You say in the same ridiculous voice.

Simeon nods, he excuses himself after Solomon calls him over, you turn to glance at Michael who is carrying a now sleeping Luke in his arms and gently stroking the boy's golden hair while stressing out Lucifer with questions. Satan looks on with a smirk on his face.

Glancing around the room you see similar scenes, Mammon and Levi are playing a game on the latter's switch, Asmo, Solomon and Simeon are talking, sometimes glancing at you. Barbatos and Diavolo were watching Michael annoy Lucifer, with both sometimes adding their input, causing Michael to laugh loudly then stiffle it, so as not to wake up the sleeping baby in his arms. Beel and Belphie were near the others but still off in their own twin world, Belphie was awake and watching Michael bully Lucifer from where his head laying sleepily on his twin's leg.

Raphael, Thirteen and Mephisto had been sent out on a top secret mission the day before, Michael had said it was because he didnt want to die and also did not want his death to be put in the RAD Newspapers, especially a picture of him that was less than flattering.

Even though everyone seemed joyous, you noticed an air of sadness, like something was missing. Looking at your old seat in the student council you see the amount of flowers set on it.

Against your better judgement, you walk towards it. Not noticing a few pairs of eyes following you.

When you reach your former desk, you notice a photo of you framed, it was you and everyone, a family photo, everyone was either in their demon, angel or reaper forms, you wore really cheap red horns with a halo you shoved on one of them whilst also wearing an old reaper robe. It looked ridiculous, you loved it.

"Enjoying yourself? Rupert.~" a honeyed voice startles you. Asmo, although, somethings in his voice, maybe anger, maybe suspicion.

"Uhhh.." You say in your fake american accent.

"I'm Asmodeus, avatar of lust.~ Are you enjoying yourself?"

"Guess so." You shrug Americanly, thankful once more the veil covers your whole face.

Asmo's eyes have some hurt in them, he seems...catty, probably because you, who he thinks is a random stranger is just standing at his dead loved one's desk.

L.

You open your mouth to say something, but no sound comes out, especially not when another familiar voice is added to the mix.

"Well hello. I don't believe we've met before. The name's Solomon. You must've heard of me."

Oh shit.

"Oh...I have, briefly! Hello Solomon, my name's Robert." You say in your fake deep american accent voice.

Asmo tilts his head, "I thought your name was Rupert?"

Shit.

"Oh. Yes" You quickly bullshit, "My name's got the hyphens, Robert-Rupert." You avoid eye contact despite the fact you have a veil covering your face that only lets you see out of it, so the sorcerer and demon can't even make eye contact with you, even if they wanted to.

This was getting awkward.

"You seem very familiar Robert-Rupert." Solomon says, you did not like that crafty smile.

"I get that a lot." You nod before walking away.

You walk towards Michael who, has a now awake but sleepy Luke in his arms, he sits on one of the sofas in the council room beside Simeon, with Barbatos, Diavolo and Lucifer facing them on the other sofa. Atleast you'll be safe from Solomon over here. As you walk, you notice Satan, Beel and Belphie have left. Either Lucifer was going to get pranked or Lucifer was going to get pranked but not as prankily because Beel unknowingly made puppy-eyes. Mammon and Levi were bickering quietly in a corner (shocking they could do it quietly) about who won the lat round of Devilio kart.

When Michael saw you approaching he waved you over, beckoning you to sit down in the empty space beside him, "This is an angel I'm currently training, their name is.....Steven."

Simeon tilts his head "I thought their name was Rupert?"

Michael clears his throat awkwardly.

You make your voice the deep horrible American accent, "My full name is Robert-Rupert-Steven...it's hyphenated."

Michael nods aggressively.

Lucifer, Simeon, and Barbatos side-eye eachother. Something was going on here.

"So, Robert-Rupert-Steven," Barbatos begins, his polite smile a little jagged at the edges, "I saw you at MC's desk earlier, how so?"

At the mention of your actual name, everyone there tenses up, Luke, thankfully is too sleepy to have realised, Michael quickly stands up with the small angel in his strong arms, knowing if he heard the conversation about to occur he would be upset, "I should probably go, give this one a walk around to wake him up a little. Simeon, would you like to come with me?"

Simeon nods, Michael and Him leave the council room, with Luke sleepily holding both of their hands and walking slowly along with them.

Now you were stuck with the Prince of the Devildom, the Scary Butler and the Scary Single-Dad. All of which haven't realised that it's you, and all of which thinking you are a random stranger.

"Well, Robert-Rupert-Steven?" Diavolo asks, his friendly demeanor the tiniest bit strange,"What captivated you to go towards MC's desk."

"Who's MC?" You decide to play it dumb. Bad decision, seeing as all three stiffen, Barbatos' being the most unnoticeable.

A very long 3 hour conversation went by, wherein, Diavolo, Lucifer, Barbatos as well as a certain Mammon and Levi who joined 10 minutes in, and an Asmo and Solomon who joined 12 minutes in talked about you, for 3 hours straight.

'AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH.' was an accurate reprenstation of your mental state actually.

The urge to just rip your veil off right there was almost stronger than the urge to dropkick Maddi anytime you remembered she existed. Keyword being almost.

You just about made it out of the council room with your life. Now for your master plan. Scare the absolute shit out of the Anti-Lucifer-League. That'll get them back for never listening to your amazing prank suggestion of leaving random origami swans around the house in random spots. It was genius!

Breaking into the House of Lamentation was always easy when you knew that Mammon hid his emergency house key behind the garden gnome that now you saw it....kind of looked like a really bad rendition of Michael. With its dark skin, A DnD-esque robe and, a horrible smiley face painted on it, and the worst crime of all, bright yellow, almost neon hair, and also a princess tiara.

You almost cackled.

Taking the key you slowly open the door to the kitchen and sneakily sneak in. Sadly for you, it was they key to the kitchen door to the outside of the back of the house, which meant it opened in the kitchen, and since it opened in the kitchen, you awkwardly waved at Beel, who was having a midnight feast.

Beel tilts his head. "You're the Angel from earlier. What are you doing here?"

You once more, fake your Robert-Rupert-Steven voice and say, "I have Materials for the Anti-Lucifer League as they've suggested."

You are such a good liar.

"Oh," Beel nods, normally he wouldn't let a stranger into the house, but something felt...familiar...and safe with you. "Okay then, do you know where you're going?"

"Yes."

Beel nods, and goes back to eating the pudding labelled 'MAMMONS: BEEL DONT TOUCH THESE'

After much searching, you do not find the Anti-Lucifer-League, but you do unfortunately, open the door to Lucifer's office. The place where Lucifer currently is.

He looks up immediately on guard. You are not prepared to die a second time,

"What are you-" He begins, in demon form and standing up.

You interrupt him, making 'woooooh!' sounds and waving your arms about, and in your Robert-Rupert-Steven voice, you say "Wooooh! I am the....ghost of christmas past!...Woooh! and I am..." You pause, not noticing your Robert-Rupert-Steven voice has began to slip away, and your natural one has taken its place. "I am here to tell youuuuu.....to woohhhh! Take breaks more! Woooh!....and not overwork yourself! Woooh!"

Lucifer pauses, the danger in his eyes fades into disbelief. He knows that voice. He's spent the better part of a year listening to recordings of that voice and praying to his Father for the first time since the celestial war for that voice to return to him.

"..MC?.."

You've been found out. Quickly you put your Robert-Rupert-Steven voice back on, except it's gone up 12 pitches. "Who's MC?! Haha! What a weird thing to sa-"

You don't get to finish, as Lucifer pulls your veil off. His breath hitches upon seeing your face.

Your covers been blown. All because you pretended to be the ghost of Christmas past. Great.

Lucifer immediately pulls you into a hug, arms tightening around you, as if he's afraid you'd disappear. He chuckles, wiping tears from his eyes, his frame shakes. "I thought-thought I'd lost you forever...I always thought your face was angelic...-...it's fitting."

You hug him just as tightly.

But ever the menace, after about an hour or so, you look up at the Avatar of Pride, "Say, Luci?"

"Yes, my dove?"

"Wanna help me prank the rest of them?"

"Perhaps...I might help with...some setups..." He pauses, "You are telling Barbatos outright though."

You shudder. "Of course I am. I don't have a second deathwish."

Lucifer's grip on you tightens slightly, you kiss his cheek in apology. "Sorry," You grin, "Too soon?"

"Try again in another century dear."

The next day, the first thing you and Lucifer do is travel to the Demon Lord´s Castle.

Barbatos greets you in the Entrance Hall, "Oh, Lucifer," He nods in greeting at the eldest of the brothers (second eldest actually, seeing as Michael enjoys bragging that he's older by a whopping total of 2 minutes) he turns to you, who put the veil back on, "And Robert-Rupert-Steven, Welcome to the Demon Lord's Castle, although, I must ask, why you have shown up today?"

In your Robert-Rupert-Steven voice, you accidentally, against your better judgement, and rather impulsively state; "I'm here to assassinate Dia-...volo."

A portal opens, dragging you through it, and you land in the feared rumoured dungeons. Barbatos follows gracefully, now in Demon Form. Leaving a sighing Lucifer in his wake in the Entrance Hall. He decides to just journey to Diavolo's office and discuss things related to work. Barbatos wouldn't hurt you when he found out it was you so he really had nothing to worry about. Maybe you'd finally learn to stop joking about assassinating Diavolo, especally when other Noble Demons were around at Balls.

Sadly for you, you were now alone in Barbatos' Dungeons. Now what's scarier than being alone in Barbatos' Dungeons? Being alone with Barbatos in Barbatos' dungeons.

Time to run away.

As it turns out, running away isn't very easy when magic chains pin you to the wall. In your panic, you blurt out, "You know, I'd rather you pin me to the wall haha!" in your normal voice. The fear forcing your horrible puns and jokes to slip out.

Barbatos, who had been approaching menacingly calmly with a torture device pauses so fast it gives you whiplash. (Better than getting whiplash from the whip he was previously holding.)

In some display akin to a cockroach kind of squirming about after you crush it, in your chained up state you manage to twitch enough that you were able to pinch a piece of your veil's fabric just enough that it falls to the ground.

Immediately, the magic chains fall away, strong arms catch you as you stumble. "Hi Barbs..." You say breathlessly.

Barbatos looks like he'd seen a ghost. (You were an Angel, thank you very much.) After your death he had tried and tried to pull a you from another dimension. It would never work, some force stopped him each time. (To be fair, it was probably your jealous ass. No way in Diavolo were you being replaced by yourself from another dimension.)

His bottom lip trembles, much like the rest of his body, as he leans in, "May I, my dear?" You nod, giving him your consent as he kisses you so gently, as if he feared you would break or fade away.

He murmurs apology upon apology for the fact he had no doubt frightened you, he couldn't risk a threat to Diavolo, your 'death' had left him a little...tethered and emotional.

You close your eyes and kiss him again, now noticing you're in the kitchens and not in the spooky scary dungeon.

"Wanna bake cookies? Like we always used to do?"

Barbatos nods softly. "You do have to tell Lord Diavolo you're actually alive though, little lamb."

Your eyes light up. "We could make a cake! And hide me inside it!"

Barbatos sighs, but looking at your puppy eyes, he agrees. Gently he picks a stray ivory feather from your wings, making them rustle at the touch. Devil...you looked angelic.

Baking with Barbatos was always fun, but sadly he did not agree with your attempt at throwing flour at him.

"MC?" He catches your attention, bringing an ungloved hand to caress your face, "Have I ever told you that you shine brighter than all the stars in the Devildom?"

You blush and try to cover your face when he turns away to add more eggs into your batter only to find flour on your face. That sneaky bastard! Psychological warfare is illegal. And that sure felt like it.

It was on.

Apparently it was only on for you though. Though you did get a speck of flour on Barbatos' apron. That was a win, especially if you ignore the fact that your face and apron were covered in the white powder, which you were ignoring! So take that Barbatos!

In the end, the cake was beautiful, Barbatos helped you into the cake, and cut out a you shaped hole out of the layers made.

He then helped you out again, and the Flour War began again only this time with icing.

Hiding in a cake is quite a fun experience. Especially when you can take bites of your hiding space. Yum yum.

You feel Barbatos' wheeling of you stop as he reaches Diavolo's office, he knocks on the door, and as you requested, begins to film on his DDD (you had to promise the video would never get out of your hands.)

Diavolo sat alone, Lucifer had had to leave an hour before, Beel had went on a rampage in Hell's Kitchen again apparently.

"My Lord, I feel you have been feeling down, so here is a treat." Barbatos says, "And as a special treat, I will allow you to cut it yourself." He nods at Diavolo who you can just picture has stars in his eyes as you hear the demon butler walk to a corner of the room, still filming.

Diavolo brings the knife to the cake, as it cuts into it, you grab the blade and pull it forward. Upon hearing Divaolo's confused murmurs, You peek through the tiny hole the knife made, seeing Diavolo distracted, tilting his head like a child and asking Barbatos what he should do now.

You however know what you should do now.

Quick as a flash, you shove your hands through the cake, reach for Diavolo's arms and pull him in face first.

You didn't even care if it was probably treason. Diavolo's suprised screaming and Barbatos' slight surprised chuckle was so worth it.

It was worth it for Diavolo even after 4 hours, as he held you in his big arms, whilst the both of you were still covered in cake. Barbatos, the traitor, snapped photos of this and sent them to Lucifer.

On a great note, Diavolo agreed to help prank the rest of the brothers with you, much to Barbatos' dismay. (The butler was definitely going to help you with a certain sorcerer, however)

After a night and day at the castle and a very extensive bath, you recollected your veil, and snuck out (read: Barbatos and Diavolo waved goodbye to you and gave you some left over cake for the journey home) of the castle, you began your walk to Purgatory Hall.

Michael was staying there, and you needed to tell him everyone's reactions so far.

It was also a Saturday, meaning that Solomon would be out in Sorcerer's society meetings all night and morning.

When you got there you made use of the tree there and climbed up it until you saw something in Luke's room. You paused your climbing and looked in through the window.

Two figures were in the Young Angel's room.

As Luke lay tucked in in his bed, cuddling the dog plushie that Mammon had given him at a carnival last year that he claims to have thrown away, Michael and Simeon sat on his bed, the nightlight on the boy's bedside table created a gentle glow that the two elder were using to read the storybook strew across both of their laps aloud, they appeared to be acting it out ever so slightly. When Luke finally drifted off. Both Angels kissed his forehead then dimmed the nightlight down slightly, dim enough where it wouldn't hurt the boy's eyes but bright enough that the dark wouldn't scare him if he woke up in the middle of the night, keeping the curtains open for added light.

You cooed silently, your white wings rustling.

Snapping out of it, you scale across the wall before finding the spare room Michael was staying in and breaking in.

"Hello Motherfucker." You greet the Archangel.

"You couldn't pay me to fuck your mother."

"Harsh. And here I was about to tell you my escapades..." You sigh dramatically. Michael immediately smiles sweetly. Buttering you up. You cave.

After about an hour of Michael laughing at you specifically, and then changing your contact to 'ghost of christmas past' the bastard finally fell asleep.

Feeling thirsty, you snuck downstairs into the kitchen to get a drink, and also a sharpie so you could draw a mustache on Michael's face. Not bothering to put your veil on seeing as no one would be awake anyway.

As you filled up a glass of water and leaned against the kitchen counter drinking it, lost in your own plans, mainly of who to prank nest and how to do it.

You don't hear the little pitter-patter of feet until it's too late.

"MC?" A sleepy Luke stands in the doorway in cat themed pajamas no doubt gifted to him by a certain someone, he holds his dog plush loosely as he rubs his eyes with a tiny fist.

He walks slowly towards the cupboard, pouting sleepily when he realises he can't reach it, you immediately grab his favourite mug,(the one with the red tractor on it) knowing to put milk and some sugar in it before placing it in the microwave for 2 minutes.

Luke walks over to you still half asleep, resting his face on your side, you bring him in for a hug. "Simeon said you went to a happy place after you left, he always got sad when I asked when you were coming home..."

You bite your lip and speak softly, "My flight got delayed for a little while," You lie. Luke didn't need to know you died, Simeon hadn't told him in the best of ways to shield the young boy, that worked out in your favour.

You catch the microwave before it beeps, taking the warm milk out and stirring the hot-spots out of it before handing it to Luke. With his teddy now in the crook of his elbow, he sleepily took the mug before putting his tiny hand in yours.

"C'mon Luke, let's get you back to bed." You say softly, he nods tiredly.

"Will you tuck me in? And read me a bedtime story?" He yawns quietly.

"Of course."

After closing his curtains and tucking Luke in, he snuggles up to you and you read him a bedtime story, after drinking his warm milk, he falls asleep quite quickly, so do you.

A mistake, really. Seeing as in the morning when Simeon comes in to wake the small angel up and sees you there he lets out a shriek very out-of-character for him.

A shriek which wakes both you and Luke up.

Luke smiles toothily, "Oh Simeon! MC came back last night! Did you not see?"

Simeon collects himself, "I must've been asleep Luke, why don't you get dressed then come down for breakfast? Michael and I made pancakes. M-MC, why don't you come downstairs now?"

Luke nods and gets up dutifully.

As soon as you leave the room and Simeon is sure you're both out of the earshot of Luke, he pulls you into a hug which you return.

"I thought I'd lost you.." He breathes out softly.

"Me? C'mon Simmy...you know I'd never let death keep me." You laugh, he laughs breathlessly.

"I suppose not...." He captures your lips in a soft innocent kiss before leading you downstairs, hand-in-hand.

When Michael sees the two of you he offers you a pancake, far too casually for Simeon's taste.

Simeon looks between the two of you and glares at Michael. "You knew about this."

"Haha! Funny story actually! I need to go help Jesus! He's gone and ventured into another desert!" Michael laughs nervously before booking it, only coming back when Luke appears, knowing then he's safe from Simeon's wrath....

....for now.

You took out your super serious napkin and crayon that you stole from Diavolo (read: Diavolo gave you) and crossed out Simeon's name.

Your list was now as follows:

Purgatory Hall Simeon Solomon House of Lamentation Mammon Levi Satan Asmo Beel Belphie

For Satan and Belphie, you could knock out two Anti-Lucifer-League Birds with one stone. It felt a little mean to prank prank Levi and Beel...Mammon and Asmo were debatable, but you were going all out on Solomon. That'll teach him to turn you into a sheep that one time 2 years ago.

After careful deliberation and planning, (20 seconds of thinking.) You'd decided to sneak into the Sorceror's society and jokingly attempt to assassinate Solomon, and maybe fully assassinate Maddi if she was there. Not maybe, definitely.

Veil over your head, you walked in, when the sorcerer guards stopped you, you just pretended to be Michael then walked further in. Apparently they were terrified of the Archangel. Damn this society needs better sorcerers securitying it.

After stealing schedules you realised Solomon would be in a meeting right now with a bunch of no names. Oh well.

You crept into the meeting and attempted to plunge the butter knife Barbatos' gave you from the castle kitchens specifically for this in his neck, knowing he'd dodge. "This is for the Sheep Potion you Rat Bastard!" You screech like a Bean Sídhe. After half a millisecond of shock and slight anger, Solomon realises who it is behind the veil, laughing he grabs the arm you're holding the butter knife in and drags you into his lap, gently ripping the veil off of you and giving you a peck on the forehead, before he turns to the shocked and slack-jawed sorcerers that looked older than he did. "Sorry all, my adorable partner," He puncuates the word partner by pulling you closer to him, "missed me a little too much. and has-" He kisses you on the lips passionately for a moment, leaving you very much breathless and him very much chuckling, "-strange ways of showing their affection."

Bastard.

Some time into the meeting you whisper, "How are you not more shocked?"

"Well Robert-Rupert," He whispers teasingly back to you, "Remember that binding spell we did back when you were alive? It never broke. I knew the moment I saw you."

Your heart stops. "Did you tell anyone else?"

"I debated telling Asmo, but I suppose you wanted to on your own terms." He teases.

"I should've tried to stab you with a sharper knife."

Solomon laughs, "Oh and MC my love?"

"Hmm?"

His eyes glint predatorily, "You look absolutely ravishing as an angel. I can't help but want to corrupt you..."

You bury your face in his chest to hide your blush.

Bastard.

On the bright side, now a rumour that Solomon the Wise and Michael the Archangel are secret lovers has spread around the Devildom. You're counting that as a win.

Purgatory Hall Simeon Solomon House of Lamentation Mammon Levi Satan Asmo Beel Belphie

After your encounter with Solomon, you'd decided learning to just hide your angel form was the best course of action. Luckily it was fucking easy and you could've done it ages ago. Strange how Simeon and Luke never mentioned it....meh. You're pretty sure Luke just thought Michael thought you were super cool so he made you an angel. You weren't telling him anything otherwise.

´Satan and Belphie watch your fucking backs.´ was the pedal note of all your thoughts currently, you´d snuck back into the House of Lamentation, thankfully Beel was not in the kitchen, he was at Fangol at this hour.

Walking through the halls stealthily, you heard whispers as two sets of feet seemed to enter the room at the farthest end of the hallway. Lucifer´s room.

You fucking caught them.

No time to be caught in Lucifer´s room, seeing as if you were there long enough and Lucifer caught you, you would not be leaving for a good while.

So you crept up to the attic, the official Anti-Lucifer-League headquarters, you climbed the pillars to get on the roof and you waited.

Sure enough, ten minutes later, snickering could be heard coming up to the attic. Satan opens the door, letting Belphie in, both brothers in various fits of sniggering as they walk into the room.

"He'll never see this one coming!" "This is our best one yet."

From your place on the attic ceiling, you spot Lucifer filming on his DDD from the shadows of the doorway. Of course he found out about this.

"Of course it's our best one yet!"

You swing down off of the ceiling beam, swinging lightly upside down. "And you didn't invite me?" You pout.

Satan and Belphie scream, clutching onto eachother, before noticing that it's you and running to pull you down and clutch onto you instead. You notice Lucifer chuckle and put his DDD in his pocket before leaving. Traitor.

You cuddle into your two Anti-Lucifer League Brethren, maybe this wasn't so bad. (Of course it wasn't, you loved your idiots.)

Safe to say, you didn't leave the attic for a long time. Apparently people need time to process that you're not actually dead. What madness.

House of Lamentation Mammon Levi Satan Asmo Beel Belphie

You had long unentangled yourself with a sleeping Belphie and Satan, making sure to leave a:

it wasnt a dream dont worry lads im alive.

note on their chests just in case.

Sitting in the attic with your napkin and crayon in hand, you ripped the Purgatory Hall part off of it and used the back of it for that note, you scanned through the list. You should save your First Man for last, so your next options were Beel, Asmo and Levi.

Seeing as you've shown yourself to Belphie, it's only natural your gentle giant is next.

Watch your fucking back Beel. Literally

Speaking of, it's been a few hours, Beel should be coming back from Fangol practice any moment now.

As was routine at this point, you crept through the House of Lamentation's halls and quickly ran into Beel and Belphie's shared bedroom.

As Beel walked into the room, his Fangol bag slung across his chest and a pile of after Fangol snacks in his hands, you braced yourself, made a run for it, anf landed right square on his back, arms around his neck to keep from falling.

"Oh hi MC!" Beel hummed cheerfully, before his eyes widened and he dropped his snacks. "MC?!"

"Hi!"

Quick as a flash, Beel maneuvers himself in 'dying cockroach you in Barbatos' dungeons part two' and grabs you into his arms.

"I thought you died..." He said, smelling your hair as he cuddled you.

"I did. I just came back as an angel."

"Really?" His breath hitches, "Can I see?.."

You take a deep breath and your wings and halo pop out, he strokes them gently.

"You're beautiful..." He whispers, enraptured...."I think...out of all of Father's creations over the years since the celestial war...you're the most precious...."

He speaks softly, always the gentle giant, the moment lasts for just a moment, before the moment, like all moments do, has passed. Beel's stomach rumbles and you giggle.

"You should eat your snacks, Beelie.."

"They always taste better when we share." He nods seriously.

House of Lamentation Mammon Levi Satan Asmo Beel Belphie

Levi or Asmo? You bit your crayon in thought then immediately made a face. Crayons did not taste nice.

Speaking of things that did not taste nice, you remembered that one time you tried to eat Levi's controller because you were bored.

Levi it was!

You had to time this perfectly, waiting in the shadows until Levi went down to get a snack, you snuck into his room, saying the answer to his password out of pure habit, before sitting on his gamer chair and maneuvering it in such a way he would not be able to see anyone on it from the door.

When Levi walked into his room, a bag of crisps in hand, he took a few steps before you swung around "Boo!" and he screamed. Dropping his crisps.

After convincing him you were infact not a ghost (Unlike Lucifer's), you sat with him in your arms, watching anime, and getting caught up on the new episodes released.

You cuddled up to him in his bathtub that night. You grinned evilly. This gave you an idea.

House of Lamentation Mammon LeviSatan Asmo Beel Belphie

It was no secret that Asmo bathed a lot. Funfact, Angels can hold their breath for 30 minutes!

As Asmo was busy picking out which pajamas he wanted to wear after his bath, you tiptoed behind him and slowly got in his bath, hiding under the bubbles.

It took a total of five minutes before Asmo closed the door to his bathroom and got into his bath, this was your chance! Reaching out, you grabbed his foot and pulled him under.

He screeched, when got back above the surface of the water, he grabbed your hand and pulled you over.

He squealed this time, hugging you tightly.

"Oh MC darling!~ I thought you were...well never the matter~...." He punctuated each word by kissing your face all over, leaving you squirming in his grasp out of embarassment. "How naughty!~ Sneaking into my bath like that...~...not that you arent always welcome my lovely!~"

"A-asmo," You say, your clothes soaked, though you couldn't find yourself caring. "Asmo, I love you..." your voice is soft and the Avatar of Lust coos.

It was a nice night.

Time for your final victim. Your First Man. Feeling nice, you decided not to do something too mean.

Painstakingly, you made a trial of grimm from the front door to your First Man's room, more specifically; to his bed. The plan was to hide behind the door and jumpscare him while he was busy collecting the grimm.

Unfortunately for you, seeing as you weren't sure when Mammon got off his modelling shift, you'd finished far too early, and since you and Asmo were up the entire night, you were quite sleepy.

Surely a little 5 minute nap wouldnt hurt?

You woke up hours later to a sobbing Mammon on top of you, cuddling you in his arms like his life depended on it. It seems you'd falled asleep on his bed, more specifically in his nest.

In the nest you would normally sleep in while alive. (While Human technically, seeing as you are alive, just not human.)

You bring a hand to his snowy locks, he sobs harder. Like his brother, kissing all over your face softly, "Thought I lost ye' forever Hum'n" he gasps for air, his sobs quieting down, "Though' you were gone....I prayed ev'ry nigh'...." he says, voice barely above a whisper as he strokes your cheek, looking into your eyes. "I prayed ta Fath'r ev'ry nigh' since ye' died...that he'd bring ye' back te me...."

"And he did..." You say just as softly, bringing your hand up to wipe the tears from his eyes, sharing a soft kiss with him. As always, your greedy lovable bastard would want more, and you'd want nothing more than to give them to him.

And the next day when you told Michael you'd be staying in the Devildom he cheered, then told you to include him in this 'Anti-Lucifer League business' because it 'seemed fun'.

Wow. Now you knew where Satan got it from. Poor Lucifer, he just barely got away from Michael in the Celestial realm, and now he has to deal with Michael 2.0 in the Devildom.

Satan and Michael really were kind of similar....maybe it's a good thing they've only met in passing.

Moral of the story kids. Death sucks, don't do it. If you do do it, reincarnate. Bam! Problem Solved.

This is the longest ever fic I've ever wrote and probably does not make a lot of sense so I apologise for that. I also apologise for any ooc behaviour i'm still learning how to write characterisation😔✊

also i love thinking of Michael being a father figure to Luke and its very obvious

[hellsslibrary]

MASTERLIST

»—> Twisted wonderland:

General NSFW headcanons with housewardens.

Riddle's and Epel's first time.

Riddle's general NSFW alphabet.

Trey's general NSFW alphabet.

Cater's general NSFW alphabet.

Deuce's general NSFW alphabet.

Ace's general NSFW alphabet.

Jack's general NSFW alphabet.

Ruggie's general NSFW alphabet.

Leona's general NSFW alphabet.

Azul's general NSFW alphabet.

Azul is doing some work...

Kalim, Jamil, Floyd, Malleus and Silver's first time.

Vil's, Rook's, Jade's, Azul's, Leona's, Cater's first time.

Jamil and facesitting.

Mirror sex with Vil.

(SMAU) Housewardens want to have sex with you, hehe.

Version with first years.

Version with second years.

Version with third years.

Probably other's alphabets too... When I will feel like doing that. (Coming soon)

»—> Honkai: Star Rail:

Sexual headcanons with Welt, Gepard, Dan Heng and Jing Yuan.

5 fucking fanfics with Sunday. (Coming soon, but I'm not sure about titles rn, so be it)

»—> Blue Lock:

Bachira, Rin and Sae with a big and muscular boyfriend.

Michael and praise.

(SMAU) "Ass or tits?" with BLLK boys.

Michael with a "please", a miracle, right?

Brat taming with Chigiri, Sae and Rin, it's pretty wild, I think.

(SMAU) Sending nudes to them or vise versa. (Coming soon)

»—> Obey me:

Headcanons about the demon brothers and their first heat with Alpha!Male!MC.

Brothers' yandere fan clubs: [little brothers version] or [big brothers version]

Lucifer's Valentine's Day card.

Simeon and praise sex.

Lucifer is crying.

Pillow princess Belphie.

NSFW ALPHABET with Satan.

Subby Asmodeus. (Coming soon)

»—> Helluva Boss:

Blitzö with a human reader, it's very... Funny actually. (Coming soon)

»—> Genshin Impact (don't write for it anymore):

Albedo's fic.

Mr. Lazy-ass-AKA-Alhaitham's fic.

[elaemae]

The premium version of human is here to wreck house, mfs.

Twst x Obey me!AFAB!reader

(Reader is Ob's MC)

CW:

•NO APPEARANCE SPECIFIED FOR READER.

•Poly.

•Cursing.

•Reader is referred to as "you" or they/them and even "he/him" because NRC boys refer to any living humanoid in the school as a male by default.

•Crowley.

•It's my first time writing a fanfiction, pls tell me if I should continue writing this.

(Random pic go brr—)

What will happen when a perpetually hungry-for-cuddles and tired-of-this-shit hooman gets kidnapped by a motherfucking horse and decides (kinda? Yeah nope. This wasn't by choice.) to enroll in a school full of problematic kids and their irresponsible af headmage?

Chaos. Pure and utter chaos with a lot of high-end simping in the mix (Along with the slightly unhinged urge to commit arson and burn a bitch to crisp)

So read as [y/n] tries to run away from the school-life while trying to just get back to their goddamn harem family (God saw this thought and decided that giving y/n more harem members is the appropriate course of action), all while juggling the harsh responsibilities of being a guardian, babysitter, therapist, healer, protector, local crush and celebrity for poor Yuu and the entirety of NRC.

("Pls send help" — y/n)

• • • • •

Disclaimer: You may have been kidnapped to a whole 'nother world and you may be on the verge of a mental breakdown, but you're sure as hell gonna look hot and serve cunt while you go through all your problems.

Prologue: 1

IMPORTANT: Mc will be referred to as they/them in this story, but in these beginning chapters a lot of people will refer to mc as a dude because y'know; NRC is an ALL BOYS school and nrc students came to expect that those in the school are all boys.(this'll change dw)

In order to avoid confusion, every time that the MC is addressed by others as he/him or more; I will color it blue. why blue? I find it easier to read.

Sample; 'He turned to them.'

The "He" in this passage is referring to MC because the character referring to them thinks that they're a guy.

REMINDER: This is Fanfiction! Not everything will be the same as canon because of this thing called the 'butterfly effect'.

• • • •

The Dorm Leaders + lilia were just about to call this Opening Ceremony over.

So close to getting out of this hall and finally being able to go on their merry ways to escort the new students back to their respective dorms before the hectic-ness of preparing for hours starts to catch up to them.

Though, things are never quite that easy in NRC.

A commotion with the students quite far from them leaves the majority of them annoyed/disgruntled. (Kalim is just confused and curious)

The headmaster rushes to check what was wrong only for a student to point out that there is an unopened coffin floating in a shadowy part of the hall.

Armed with the desire to get this shit over with and to avoid embarrassment from missing a coffin when he was going around opening them and also, with Yuu waiting near the mirror, the headmaster opens the coffin to wake the new student inside.

The dorm leaders walked closer to be able to quickly usher the new student to the dark mirror only to notice that the headmaster froze up.

"...Headmaster? Are you alright?" Azul "Boutta-do-sumthin-devious" Ashengrotto asked with faux concern.

"Ah– Ah yes! I'm alright Mr. Ashengrotto."

Crowley the bitch cleared his throat and reached inside the coffin to wake the student up.

"Hmm..."

The dorm leaders subconsciously or not, peaked inside the coffin before getting gobsmacked by the sleeping student.

Sure, the student looked quite cute ("New potential apple locked in" — Vil.) even with half of his face obstructed but what really drew their attention were the jewelries that he was wearing.

Three luxurious looking earrings on each of his ears, all unique from each other, all with a respective color and design except for that one earring with two gemstones connected to it, orange and indigo. Seven gems, six earrings

An ornament on his forehead that looks to be a combination of a circlet and a Ferronnière made from gold, with intricate black bat-like wings surrounding the red gemstone in the middle.

And that's just the jewelry on his head.

There's also the sleek black choker with a golden sheen on his neck with a teal gemstone surrounded by small diamonds hanging in the middle.

They don't know if this guy has anymore but the jewels they can see for now is more than enough for them to make the deduction that this student has some alot of money on his hands.

No wonder the Headmaster froze up.

Azul subconsciously starts fixing up his appearance when he starts to wake up, wanting to make a good impression on a potential, rich victim client.

• • • •

"Mmh... What the hell.. Why is the bed so hard.."

You mumbled as you stirred, feeling someone lightly shaking you awake.

You opened your eyes, expecting maybe the brothers, solomon, dia, barbs, simeon or luke but you were instead met with a face obscured by a dark bird mask.

"..."

"..."

"You have two seconds to unhand me before you lose your hands." or your life. Depends on who I can summon first.

You made your voice as cold and unwelcoming as possible as the man with the bird mask squawked and backed away a bit in shock.

"H– How rude..! I'll have you know that I was only–"

"Where am I?"

You cut off the weird looking bird-man as you scanned your surroundings and moved to come out of the coffin why were you in a coffin? you were in, in fear of it closing and locking you inside.

You glance warily to the bird-man while keeping an eye on the huge number of robed individuals that you can see. are you in a cult? Damnit, did one of the Brothers' crazy cults decide to kidnap you out of jealousy again??

Especially the seven (reminder that lilia is there with the Housewardens) closest to you and bird-dude.

Some solomon-kinnie motherfucker is currently eyeing you down like he's about to sell your kidneys to the black market or something.. Hmm... Your fight or flight instincts are telling you to sell HIS kidneys instead.

*Ehem*

Burd-dude cleared his throat and addresses you.

"It seems that the teleportation magic has left you disoriented... No matter, I can forgive your offense of trying to threaten me for I am gracious!"

He then looked weirdly like a combination of preening peacock and a proud chicken.

"I repeat. Where in the unholy trinity of the three realms, am I?"

Now that raised a few eyebrows.

You feel for the necklace under your clothes that Thirteen gave you, filing the question of why you're also wearing the same robe as these people away, in your head.

While the guy that you now dub-thee as "bird-bitch" started gawking at you and going on a tangent of being disrespectful, you scan the big hall/room you're in looking for ways to escape.

• • • •

Hmm... This new student seems to be a knowledgeable individual.

Lilia kept his gaze on the student, studying how he took on a defensive stance the moment he got out of the coffin.

They need to calm this student quickly before something happens.

The student seems to be confused on why he's here and is looking for a way to get out.

If the way his eyes moved around the room in quick succession is any indicator.

Not the first time that something like this happens but add in the magicless student's appearance, he gets the feeling that something strange will occur once again.

Seeing him take out and grasp the palm-sized gemstone of a whole 'nother necklace hidden under his robe how many trinkets does this boy have??, Lilia got ready to jump in the fray should something happen.

There's a possibility that the student can use that necklace as a weapon if that was what he chose to hold in this situation and not his other shiny ornaments.

Lilia was proven right when the necklace and the gemstone glowed and formed into a fancy-looking staff that the student quickly pointed towards Crowley.

He looked at the dorm leaders around him to see if any of them will do something.

...

yeah no. If anything, they look like they're watching an amusing show. Especially Schoenheit and Kingscholar..

Though it seems more like Riddle is still assessing the situation before he brings out his infamous collar.

Haahh.. Youngsters these days..

Chapter list | → PROLOGUE 2: ELECTRIC BOOGALOO

Elae: Sorry if my grammar is off, English isn't my first language.

Btw, Thanks for reading this far! Hope you enjoyed it😊

Srry if my format is also off, I've only been using tumblr for a few days now...

MOST IMPORTANTLY; Should I continue reading this fanfic? I wanna know if people still read Obey mexTwst stories here...

[devildomwriter]

Obey Me as Tumblr #32

Thirteen: DO WEREWOLVES HAVE TOE BEANS

Asmodeus: Of course they have toe beans, what else do you suck on

Thirteen: If there is a god, mine is surely a trickster, giving me the miracle of sight and of comprehension only for me to be cursed to use it on what you just said

•

Leviathan: Jesus was a carpenter in his youþ and ðerefore his physique would not be ðat of a Twink þanks for coming to my Ted Talk

Asmodeus: I agree with you but you have to stop trying to bring back the thorn and eth

Lucifer: Look me in the eye and tell me that is the only problem you have with this post

•

MC: Whenever I eat mushrooms I think about how one day mushrooms are gonna eat me…I make sure to chew really gently so they’ll return the favor to my corpse

Diavolo: Hey OP

MC: Me, through a mouth of gently-chewed mushrooms: yeah?

•

Leviathan: Ra ra rasputin Russia’s smallest uwu bean

Solomon: This post snuck up behind me and stole my spine like sub-zero

•

Solomon: I got the words jacuzzi and yakuza confused

Now I’m in hot water with the Japanese mafia

Satan: I don’t want to like it, but I did

•

Mammon: When will TED himself…finally show up to the Talk?

Diavolo: The final boss

Lucifer: You guys know TEDtalks stands for technology, entertainment, and design talks right?

Mammon: I will not let TED hide behind these lies any longer

•

Asmodeus: If I were dating you, well, heh. Let’s just say horses wouldn’t be called ‘horses’ anymore.

Mephistopheles: Hey what the fuck does this mean

Mephistopheles: I’m shaking what does this mean

•

Simeon: Is the person running the blog, thebootydiaries ok

Asmodeus: Sometimes I get the overwhelming desire to eat two thirds of a brick

Solomon: What do you do with the other third

Asmodeus: Feed it to my pet brother

Belphegor: I’m crying in class

•

Diavolo:

Hail Satan

Rain Satan

Snow Satan

Barbatos: Tomorrow there’s a 90% chance of percipisatan

Lucifer: It’ll be foggy in the morning, lots of condensatan

Satan: STOP

•

Satan: I hope the person who created the first pun died a horrible, horrible death

Mammon: It would’ve had to be a pretty killer pun though

Satan: NO

Barbatos: You could say you want him to be…punished?

•

Asmodeus: Bigfoot, but fully shaved

Mammon: Mr Clean

Luke: Posts like this are why I have anxiety

•

Mephistopheles: Dark emails

To whom it WILL concern

Raphael: NOW THAT THIS EMAIL HAS FOUND YOU

Barbatos: I hope this email finds you before I do

•

Lucifer: No more discourse everybody shut the fuck up and eat some bread

Simeon: Jesus at the last supper

•

Mephistopheles: LOWERCASE LETTERS ARE FOR THE LOWER CLASS

Lucifer: And here we have a capitalist

Mephistopheles: Did you just

Solomon: Let us all take a moment to appreciate that all of human history and human language and the universe itself aligned to make this joke possible

•

Solomon: I can’t remember how to write 1, 1000, 51, 6 and 500 is Roman numerals

I M LIVID

Satan: Everyone go home, puns are done

•

Luke: Still don’t know how to spell spagetti without autocorrect

Raphael: Where’s the h

Luke: An H???

Last •

[strawberry-cowmilk]

i sent the request about that tiktok trend thing! so, it starts with someone (MC) in front of the camera putting on lipstick and then purposely putting the lipstick out of their lips (like spreading/smudging it) or something. then their partner's thumb will touch the smudged lisptick, which makes the camera turn to their partner who's covered in lipstick on their face like they've just been kissed.

i forgot how i requested this, but just in case i wasn't specific enough, i was requesting if you could write about how the brothers would react or something if MC asked to do this with them!

hi! I'm so glad you saw that one post I made where I was saying I couldn't open the link omg, thank you so much for providing me with this information! I hope I did your idea justice

the brothers when mc asks them to do the lipstick trend together

mc's gender is not mentioned, not proof read

a/n: I feel like the obey me version/name of tiktok is fabsnap so I'll be using that name to refer to the platform

content warnings: none

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Lucifer

at first it's a hard pass because mr pride demon thinks it's silly

like he barely touches his fabsnap account after his brothers made it for him too

but if you ask nice enough and lucifer is too soft for you, he'll agree

but nobody can see your video, especially not his brothers or diavolo

they would joke about it literally every day

Mammon

mammon is active on social media, so when you ask him to do the trend with him he's like sure why not

but then he's kind of shy about filming such a video with you

when you're done filming and you're watching the footage together, mammon is kind of proud of how the video turned out

now mammon will be asking you to do every funny fabsnap trend together

Leviathan

he has no idea what you're talking about because his whole fabsnap page is just hana ruri and tsl content or something so you're gonna have to show him an example video

levi kind of doesn't believe you want to do that with him, at first he says 'no way I can do that' but then he's willing to give it a try

it takes a couple of attempts but you finally got it

levi would prefer it to be a private video only for the two of you, so no posting it publicly

Satan

his whole fabsnap page is just cat videos so he too doesn't know about this trend

when you show him an example he suddenly remembers because asmo sent him a couple of fabsnap videos like that

satan is willing to do it with you though, it might take a couple of tries to get it perfect but when it's done he's proud of the result

when he makes a video it's usually something poorly filmed so he's impressed a video can be that well made

Asmodeus

of course he'll do it with you

asmo keeps sending you videos of fabsnap trends and asks you to do them together too it's basically a fun activity you do together now

he actually wants to shoot two videos so you two can swap roles, and each of you can upload a different one to your accounts

asmo gets his literal professional ready so you can start, the videos turn out really nice too

Beelzebub

he barely touches fabsnap so he doesn't know about the trend either

but he's totally willing to film a video like that with you, it could be fun and it makes you happy

with beel it takes a couple of tries too because he might accidentally knock down the camera a few times but it's okay because the final video turned out great

beel watches it every day because he's so proud of what you made

Belphegor

he knows it exist, and he's willing to do the trend with you as long as the video is just for you and him

belphie didn't know he'd enjoy filming a fabsnap video so much too, when you're done with this one he might want to make another one

when he's less tired though

eventually you and belphie end up with a whole collection of cute little short videos you made together

[mitsua]

Ineffable infatuation

Summary: Barbatos past self, saw his future self with an amazing being by his side while using his power on accident, what is this feeling he's had ever since for them?

This is my apology for the last Barbatos fic that I did not finish (do you want me to though?) and I'm extremely proud of how it came out, I love this man so much

I highly recommend reading it while listening to "After Dark" by Mr. Kitty

Warnings: mentions of dizziness, wars between Demons and Angels, screams of agony, repressing feelings, a Demon being seen as a God (very brief, don't come at me, it's for the story's sake), some spoilers (? I don't really consider them spoilers 'cause it's all on OM's SWD? original and early story...)

Genre: angst to romance (bittersweet) Pairing: Barbatos x MC

Series: Obey me! SWD? & NB! Words' count: 1.52k

Barbatos found himself in what could be described as the beginning of a new era in the land he's just arrived to, barely recalling anything from whatever could have brought him here.

Who was he to begin with?

He looked up and down, feeling his body for the first time, adapting to its strange movements and finally, he started walking successfully.

It was all unknown to him, even more when he heard his own voice for the first time as he looked up and admired the endless starry sky above him. It was so beautiful—What was everything he was feeling just now?

He glanced down once again, noticing the fauna surrounding him. There were a couple of strange creatures to him, they were looking at him... he didn't know what to do.

Even less when a certain group of black little cloud-looking things came flying to him, his arms and hands moved by their own and without knowing he created something in front of him.

The little D's gang stopped on their tracks when they saw a peculiar oval-shaped thing glowing, more voices could be heard from it.

Barbatos could see everything. He saw it.

Atleast, until he saw you.

After several minutes of complete silence excepting some really rushed sounds from creatures they didn't know about, the glowing, flashy thing dissapeared.

Barbatos stood still, processing everything he's witnessed. He just used magic—as all his events have made him learn. He was catalogued as a Demon, he just landed on what will be the Devildom one day, he'll meet countless people.

Countless until he finally meets you.

That was the moment he pictured the most now that the only light there was in that bare world was the moon's.

He could remember feeling a certain way once you spoke to him for the first time, asking who he was at that classroom from the Royal Academia of Diavolo—whom he'll someday come to serve with all his might.

Still, he could not adress what the feeling was though.

He could not wait to come face to face with you, he had to do something, anything—no, he was only beginning to understand everything but if one thing he got clear from this experience was just how powerful he was.

To put it plainly, he could easily change anything from the timeline he wasn't pleased with. Anything.

So, he knew that even if he was craving to encounter you as soon as possible, he shouldn't, he would regret it even.

His last vision was you, you made him lose his concentration for a second so the portal he created vanished into thin air. He knew how to make it appear once again now, however, chose against.

If he got to see you once more, he knew he wouldn't think twice and get with you. What was wrong with it? A little voice asked on his mind.

Thus, instantly provoking a downpour of timelines he's just witnessed fall apart from his mistakes pop up everywhere, making him feel dizzy for a second and crouch down to take a hold of his head and heart which pulsed painfully.

The little D's did not comprehend a single thing that just happened, but after taking a glance to one another, they agreed that the creature infront of them seemed unharmful and flew to its side to aid in any way they could.

A couple grabbed one of his arms, a couple more the other and the last three gathered around his head, were they could see his face contorting in any way that made them all think he was not doing great.

One last look to a blue-horned one from the other six made them start chanting some noises they've learnt help to cure aches from experiences they've gone through on their few days alive in that wild environment.

Which then again, they didn't really know could be counted and only thought the night had no end nor beginning, so didn't mind it that much.

The following minutes were filled with unharmonied babbles coming from the seven little D's and slowly but surely, a light rainbow-colored glow and breeze enveloped Barbatos upper body, its appearance making his agony subside.

Barbatos stood up, feeling what he could express as painless with his lack of vocabulary for the moment, when in reality he felt even fresher than when he first blinked to his new life.

He bowed his head to the black creatures around him, trying to make them understand he felt... "grateful? yes, that's the right word."

The little D's assembled in a line infront of the man, excitedly screaming and making a face mirrored to Barbatos'.

He was smiling, for the first time in this new life, in his new life—his life—he smiled.

Right then and there he understood that he must take every step seriously if he wanted to achieve all the good and great things he saw moments ago.

More specifically, if he wanted to meet up with everyone he now knew the faces of, those who have made such feelings stir inside him that he could still not name, but he cared deeply from now on.

Barbatos began with a journey that he knew had an ending, one he didn't know about, but preferred it stayed that way for as long as possible. He only had on mind the day he'd make contact for the first time with you.

He saw the first Devildom's ruler arrive to the desert land, he was witness of the first encounter with other race they had, they proclaimed themselves as 'Angels'.

He heard the first cry for help of a demoness being shoot by a spear when the first conflict between those two races began.

He was known for millennia as the first magic user and the most powerful being who had ever stepped that cursed land that 'only Demons could reside.'

He was known as a God for sometime, a Deity who had to be praised in order to receive blessings in your life while he had gone on his first trip to the human world for a couple of centuries to get to know more about them, leaving the little D's in charge of everything oblivious to the fame he had made of himself.

That's when humans caught a glimpse of him and started the rumours of 'ungracefully-looking being', 'monstruously-looking being' and more so that he learnt the magic to make his demonic appearance look more human-alike and be able to blend in.

Nevertheless, he was both impressed and bothered by the fact that those rumours did nothing but spread further until the whole world got to now about the 'cursed beings being able to disguise themselves and come curse them to death or even trick them to eat their souls.'

Barbatos came back when he got to know that the latest Devildom's King had an offspring, only then did he remember once again those filled with pure curiousity amber eyes staring right at him when he first used his powers millennia ago.

He had to be there, be there when Diavolo first took charge of the Devildom himself once his father fell in a seemingly-endless sleep, he's sworn loyalty to him centuries ago, he couldn't and wouldn't want to back down.

As years went by his side, Barbatos got to experience tons of instants that he felt his heart swell with pride, greed, envy, wrath, lust, gluttony and sloth—just as the avatars that he knew and slightly feared were extremely close to meet him and his master for the first time ever.

The Celestial War came. A bloodshed was spent, an eternity seemed to pass while he could hear and recall all those pained screams from his companions being butchered by those who called themselves 'merciful' that made his blood boil and almost lose control. He knew better than to lose it, he knew this would happen sooner or later—he had to accept it—he had to accept he could not save everyone he cared for.

Following the 'most traumatizing events' as he'd decided to aknowledge it all as, Diavolo kept his word and continued with the Royal Academy of Diavolo foundation, which the latter promised one day would hold creatures from all three worlds.

Barbatos got to know each and every emotion he thought he would feel in his whole life, yet once he saw you, physically present infront of him, he discovered there were many more he's kept hidden in his heart just from this moment on.

You, who had held his sanity for as long as he's seen you that first time from a magically-created screen that—even if he felt something deep inside him then—once he got to talk to you made it bloom and he could finally name it.

He was in love.

All the time, all his time was about you, and now, he planned on not letting any more of this precious moments go to waste and make you his. Because Barbatos, as much loyalty he'd pledged to Diavolo, has—since the beginning of time—been yours always.

All writings' rights reserved © 2024 Mitsua. (Credit to the respective owners of the pictures and tagged anime character.) ⌇ my navigation!

[kittievampire]

MASTERLIST

Hey! I finally made one of these, whaaaaat?

My requests are

> Open <

Main Key :

💋 - Smut

🤡 - Crack

🥸 - Random Shit

🔪 - Yandere

🍼 - Next Gen/Baby stuff

💔 - Angst

❤️‍🩹 - Hurt/Comfort

❗ - Very Dark Themes (Non-con, Murder, Drugs, etc.)

💦 - Thirsts

💖 - Fluff

💠 - HCs

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OBEY ME

Lucifer

Regret (💔❤️‍🩹)

No Fair! (🤡💠💖)

✨Chest✨ (💦💖) (Very suggestive, but no smut)

Lucifer w/ a peacock tail! (🤡🥸)

Mr. Phillip Gave Me a D (🤡🥸)

Mammon

Mine (🔪💋❗)

Don't Leave, Mammon! (🤡🥸)

Your First Man (💋)

Mams & Beel Brainrot (💋)

Mams & Beel Brainrot pt. 2 (💋)

Leviathan

Idia and Leviathan Shit-Talking Online (🤡🥸💠)

Gamin' Snacks (💋)

That Tongue Tho

Satan

Asmodeus

Lust's First (💋)

Asmodeus' Clit Massage Services

Beelzebub

"You Wanna Play, Huh?" (💋)

Mams & Beel Brainrot Scenarios (💋)

Mams & Beel Brainrot pt. 2 (💋)

Belphegor

Relief (💋)

Diavolo

Diavolo Thirst (💦💋)

Kin of the Demon Prince Pt. 1 (🍼💋💔)

Kin of the Demon Prince Pt. 2 (🍼💔)

Kin of the Demon Prince Pt. 3 (🍼💔)

Kin of the Demon Prince Pt. 4 (🍼💔)

Kin of the Demon Prince Pt. 5 (🍼💔)

Kin of the Demon Prince Pt. 6 (🍼💋💔)

Kin of the Demon Prince Pt. 7 (🍼❤️‍🩹💔)

Kin of the Demon Prince Pt. 8 (🍼❤️‍🩹💔)

Kin of the Demon Prince Pt. 9 (🍼)

Kin of the Demon Prince Pt. 10 (🍼)

Diavolo Getting Pegged (💋💠🤡)

Barbatos

Barbatos' Fries (🤡🥸💠)

Simeon

Cleansed (🔪💋❗)

Taking Photos is Hard! (💋)

All or Some

Okay, Class (🤡🥸)

Sugar In Grits (🤡🥸)

Super-Human MC (💠)

Self-Harm/Unhealthy Habits (💠❤️‍🩹💔)

Cat Chaos (🤡🥸💠)

_ TWISTED WONDERLAND

Heartslabyul

Riddle Gets Pussy Drunk (💋) - Riddle Rosehearts

Savanaclaw

Octavinelle

My Little Shrimpy~ (💋) - Floyd Leech

Scarabia

Pomefiore

Ignihyde

Idia and Leviathan Shit-Talking Online (🤡🥸💠) - Idia Shroud

Diasomnia

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RANDOM SHIT FT. @puppywerewolf

Croissant (🤡🥸)

Can We Talk About It? (🤡🥸)

[det2x-fanfic-dump]

Twisted Wonderland x Obey Me Writing Prompt: Rook, Luke, Vil, Beel

Since the sounds of R and L is the same in Japanese, Rook and Luke can share the same name and so does Vil and Beel.

When MC introduced Beel and Luke to the Pomefiore trio. Epel was both confused and hype at the same time because...

About Vil and Beel:

MC: This is Beel, he's a demon that eats endless amount of food and he's very strong to the point he can carry a thousand trucks.

Vil: Endless amounts of--What kinds of food have you been eating?

Epel: He can carry a thousand trucks?

Beel: Let's see...burgers...barbecue, cakes...meat...uhh...anything really!

Vil: Oh heavens-- //dramatically almost faints// Heavens no, to think I would share the same name as a gluttonous man?! Absolutely no way I would accept!

Rook: Come now, Roi de Poison, this gentleman doesn't look overweight. He's healthy as a fiddle.

Vil: Even so, to see someone eat that many unhealthy food. There will be problems in your bowel movements Mr. Beelzebub, I would gladly recommend a strict healthy diet arrangement for an active individual like you.

Beel: I can eat vegetables tho.

Vil: That's not enough. You need to have a balanced diet.

MC: *Sigh* I think he forgot that Beel is a demon...Epel, what's with that look determined look?

Epel: It's just...it's so cool! To think someone can carry that many trucks...I must know his training regime.

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About Luke and Rook:

MC: This is Luke, he's an angel that likes to bake, he admires his senior a lot (Michael) but he has a bit of a judgmental side for demons.

Luke: MC....I'm not that judgmental...

Rook: Oh...pleasure to meet you Monsieur petit Ange. Your hobbies most reminds me of a friend who also likes to bake.

Vil: Being judgmental isn't a bad thing. I say you have a keen observation for others.

MC: He sometimes punch and yap about the demons because he's bullyin him and calling him a Chihuahua

Luke: Don't say that-- you make it sound I'm a bad angel... I'm just defending myself. *pouts*

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About Epel's Conclusion

Rook: Monsieur Cherry Apple, why're you holding hands with that angel and demon?

Epel: Rook-senpai...I have found my brothers...Vil-senpai, I'm going to Ramshackle permanently.

Vil: Permanently? Are you like going to switch dorms now?

Epel: If switching dorms enable me to be their disciple then yes.

MC: You know, you can just visit.

Epel: No.

[purplecoffee13]

‘I Was Made For Lovin’ You’ - Thin Lines Pt. 4*

“And I can’t get enough of you baby, can you get enough of me?” ~ I Was Made For Lovin’ You by KISS

Summary: “After a shitty day, Harry stumbles into your apartment, ready to distract you once again. But the both of you start to realize that it is getting too serious, and too real. So you make a decision…”

Tropes: opera singer!mc x rockstar!Harry

Warnings: angst, smut, daddy kink, degradation kink, possessiveness, fluff

Wc: 5k

A/N: Hello again! Enjoy this new part of Thin Lines. It’s getting angsty here and there, but I already can’t wait to write the next part! much love and kisses <333

Series Masterlist

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You were fiddling with your hands, looking down at the marbled floor as you waited for your name to be called. Reece was supposed to be here a few minutes ago, but he hadn't yet arrived. You were too nervous to miss this important meeting, so you had decided to be early. Although that meant waiting here for another twenty minutes, you figured you were at least here.

Your head shot up when you heard the automatic doors opening for none other than your manager, and your stomach began to turn immediately. The last time you had seen Reece, you had gotten into a fight, one where you basically confessed your feelings for him. And then, your date had fucked you on his bed. God, that was fucked up.

You tried to push the memory away, and took a deep breath. Reece walked over to you, looking quite serious, and... nervous? He was nervous to see you. Good, you thought.

He stood in front of you awkwardly, as he greeted you with a weak 'hi'. You greeted him back and he sat down next to you, sprawled out in his seat. Silence occupies the room, until it doesn't.

"Listen—"

"I just—"

You both looked at each other, wide eyed. You gave him a hint of a smile. "You go first."

"I'm sorry." He spit out, desperately. "About what I said. I just want what's best for you, and that Harry guy seems a bit dangerous. I don't want to see you getting hurt."

You stared at him with a stone faced look. "Harry is not dangerous. I know what I'm doing. I'm not some innocent little lamb in need of saving."

Reece looked at you for a couple of seconds, and you felt the skepticism radiating from his eyes, then sighed. "My point is, I crossed a line. I'm sorry."

Your body stilled when you felt his hand resting on your thigh, but your heart beat didn’t rise at his touch. You found that weird. Had the spell worn off? Did you really get cured from your love sickness?

"It's fine." You shrugged. "I just really want this meeting to go well. So, it's water under the bridge."

"Okay." Reece grinned at that, and just in time, the door opened and your names got called. You stood up and walked through the door, entering a conference room with three men in suits sitting at the end of the table. You wandered towards the seats, and were about to sit down, when Reece tapped on your shoulder, pointing to the seat on the left from where you were about to sit.

You silently obeyed him, ignoring the frustration brewing in your stomach, and took the seat he had silently assigned you.

"Y/N, welcome to Shelf Records. I'm Simon Walters. We are very happy to meet you. Our colleague, Jake Ryleigh, over here, was very impressed with your performance at the opera." The man at the head of the table smiled at you. He was very intimidating, and his nice act didn't conceal it.

"It's a pleasure to meet you too, Mr. Walters. And thank you, Mr. Ryleigh. I'm glad to hear that you enjoyed the opera." You said, a polite smile coating your face. It was always the same routine, these meetings. The labels would introduce themselves and compliment you, ask you about your dreams and give you a nice little speech about their options for you. Of course, upon reading the contracts, there would always be tons of traps which would ultimately lead to Reece rejecting the offer for you.

But you still held faith. One day, you would get to a record label that would let you do what you truly dreamed of doing. And maybe this was the one, so you needed to play the part in order for them to give you what you want.

"We have heard the demos you sent us, and I have to say, you have an exquisite voice, Y/N. Truly talented." Simon Walters complimented you, smiling as you thanked him again. You glanced over at the other guy, shake, who shot you a more inviting grin than that of his boss. It made the crushing weight of your shoulders just a tad bit lighter.

"Now, tell me, do you have some work of your own?" He asked a question that you had been waiting on, eager to answer. He eyed the purse in your hand, where your note book stuck out of. You nodded intently.

"I do! I have written quite a few songs—"

"But they aren't polished enough, yet. Y/N and I think it would be best to have some ghost writers, especially in the beginning. After all, the most important thing is to display her voice well." Reece interrupted you, and you felt yourself shrink into a tiny excuse for a human as his words hit your ears. You couldn't believe what he was saying. He knew that your dream was to write, why was he making it look so unimportant right now?

"I see..." Mr. Walters said, turning his attention to Reece. You leaned back into your seat, disappearing behind Reece's tall frame. But you didn't care, this meeting wasn't about you anymore, anyway.

You still felt the sympathetic eyes of Mr. Ryleigh on you, and you brushed it off with a weak smile.

You kind of went on autopilot after that, processing the conversation just enough to know that it was not going in the way you wanted, and that you could forget about a contract. You kept on the fake smile all the way on your door out, and it wasn't until you and Reece were in the parking lot, that you really spoke up again.

"Why did you tell them to get me writers?" You asked, straight up. You needed answers.

"What?"

"You heard me." You said sternly. Reece shook his head, putting his hands on his hips. "You know I love writing, that it's my dream to write songs. So why are you telling them the exact opposite?"

"Do you really think I'm trying to sabotage you, Y/N?" Reece asked, offended. A frown appeared on your face.

"No, I—"

"I have told you, a thousand times, that I want what's best for you! Why do you keep making me your villain?!" He began to shout, and your eyes watered on cue.

"I didn't say—"

"I wasn't done talking!" Reece shouted, making you flinch. Your entire body was filled with fear. He had never shouted to you like that before, and the look in his eyes was scary. He took a deep breath at the sight of your big eyes. "We need to get you a guaranteed hit, and then you can get your creative freedom. Your songs are not good enough yet, and they’re going to think the same thing, and then they’ll drop us. I know how this works. Trust me, I always have your best interest at heart."

You were looking down at the pavement as you let Reece talk, you weren't even really paying attention. You lazily nodded at what he told you, and said your goodbyes to him afterwards.

The entire way home you were just in a weird trance, shocked about how Reece's voice had raised so much. He had never looked like someone you thought you could ever fear, but here you were, hands still shaking a bit from the impact his aggressive demeanor had made on you.

As soon as you arrived home, you changed into a big shirt that Harry had left here one night, and a pair of skimpy shorts. With a bucket of ice cream in your hand, you put on The Notebook. By the end you were crying, like you do every single time. You knew that your tears had more to do with Reece than with the movie itself, but for some reason you felt like you had to conceal it. It didn't feel right to cry about him.

After the movie had finished, you put on 'Friends', cheering yourself up more and more with each episode that you watched. It was at around midnight, and seven episodes in, that there was a knock on your door.

Your heart stopped momentarily, wondering who would be banging on your door at this ungodly hour. It wasn't until you heard a familiar voice that you finally calmed down.

"Sweetheart?"

You could've sworn your heart melted at the whiny sound of Harry's voice. You unlocked your door and opened it, finding a slightly drunk Harry standing in front of you.

The white dress shirt he was wearing was mostly unbuttoned, leaving little of his chest to the imagination. Not that you needed imagination; you had his inked chest memorized and stored at the front of your brain.

"Hey," you greeted him with a a smile. "what are you doing here?"

“Needed to see you.” He smirked, stepping towards you and grabbing your face, and planted his lips on yours. You let out a surprised yelp at his sudden action, but let him guide the both of you into your apartment anyway. With a swing, you closed the door behind you and kept walking backwards until your legs hit the couch.

Harry pushed you backwards, flopping you onto your couch, then leaned forward to resume, speaking in between the kisses on your neck. "Couldn't. stop. thinking. about. you."

His hands traveled over your body before he leaned back fully, taking a good look at you.

"Fuck, and here you are sitting at home with my shirt on. Did you need me close tonight, baby?" He taunted, grabbing your shorts and panties and pulling them off of you. You nodded furiously. His entrance had surprised you, but he looked so good and he was just so... hot. You couldn't help but ache for him the second he stepped into your apartment.

Harry's fingers traced over your slick pussy, his eyebrows raised at the state of you. "Jesus, are you so wet for me already?"

"Yes, I don't know how it happens. I just— I need you." You began to babble, not liking how his fingers were teasing you. You genuinely sounded so confused and Harry found it so endearing. He couldn't believe he had turned you into his personal fuck toy so quickly, dirtied you up so fast. You had acclimatized to your new, corrupted self very well, but these innocent sounding phrases would still leave your mouth every now and then.

"Aw, you don't how it happens? You don't understand how the sole sight of me could make you so fucking wet?" Harry cooed you, his free hand stroking your hair and your face. His gentleness almost made you cry, and you shook your head. Harry smirked at you. "Well, I do. You wanna know, baby?"

"Yes, please." You whined, staring up at him with big eyes. Harry unbuckled his jeans and took his cock out. He didn't say anything as he wrapped your legs around him, his cock now pressing against your entrance. You let out a moan, but were quickly corrected with a slap to your pussy. Biting your lip, you attempted to prevent any further noise from escaping your throat.

"It's because you are nothing more than my filthy, desperate, cock dumb slut."

A tear fell from your eye as Harry pushed into you, his mean words making you even wetter than you already were. You loved it when he degraded you. He would be especially rough after drinking or using drugs, and it would always blur his carefully drawn lines.

Sober, Harry was still rough, but you could always tell that a little part of him was holding himself back. Like he was afraid that too much would actually hurt you. You had tried to show him over the course of time that it wasn't, and that he could do whatever the fuck he wanted to you, but it hadn't changed his behavior. Now, he had drank a bit, and the sincerity of the words he spoke showed that.

"Mm.. fuck! Yes, I'm your slut, daddy! O-only for you!" You whimpered as Harry began pounding into you in a way that almost caused more pain than pleasure. Almost.

Harry let out a low growl at your nickname for him, wrapping his hand around your throat as he fucked his hard cock into you. By now, you were sure that your pussy had been accustomed to his dick, and his dick only. You weren't quite sure if you or your body were ever going to get used to someone like this ever again.

"You know I love your pretty tits, baby. Love to watch them bounce for me as I destroy your little pussy." Harry said, his free hand squeezing one of your tits. You whimpered at the touch. "But the sight of you in my shirt like this... It's too pretty."

"I wear it all the time, daddy." You decided to fuel the fire, smug at the knowledge of how territorial he got over you. "It's my favorite."

Harry shut his eyes, a deep frown creasing his forehead as his thrusts became irregular. You widened your eyes at the realization that he was already close to his orgasm. You couldn't believe that the sight of you in his shirt had made him so horny that he was about to come.

The gentleman he was, Harry was quick to put his fingers on your clit and run in earth shatteringly fast circles until you were only inches away from your orgasm too. Not that you needed much more; the knowledge of him falling apart for you so fast was reason enough to come all over thick cock.

"Shit, I'm gonna come... what the fuck!" He groaned, thrusting into you a couple of more times before he stilled inside of you. You came not many seconds after, completely entranced with the man above you. This orgasm was different from others, you had sensed it immediately. You felt it everywhere, and it was ten times more intense than any other orgasm Harry had ever given you. Even including the time he had edged you multiple times.

Harry's forehead touched yours, and kept it like that as you both attempted to steady your breathing. You knew he had felt the difference too, and you also knew he felt the same way about what that meant.

It was dangerous.

But the both of you ignored it for now, instead busying yourselves with cleaning up. You stumbled to the toilet and suppressed all emotional thoughts that flew into your brain the moment you were alone. You refused to acknowledge it, at least for now.

After doing your business, and washing your hands, you opened the door to Harry reaching out a glass filled with water to you. You took it with a timid 'thank you' leaving your lips before walking to your bedroom.

Not a word was shared between the two of you as you walked over to your bed to lie down in it. You weren't sure whether to say anything when you watched Harry take off his clothes and join you. You had expected him to get dressed and go home, but then again, he had stayed more often than not lately. Besides, why would you oppose to Harry being in your bed?

You said nothing as he scooted closer to you and wrapped an arm around your waist before digging his head into your chest. Your left hand immediately went to stroke his arm as your right hand began to play with his hair. You kept your breathing even, not wanting to show that this was making you extremely nervous while also feeling the most comfortable you had in years.

Slowly but surely, you relaxed into him, letting your guard entirely down. There he was, the mean man, your favorite distraction, lying with his head buried into your body like a puppy.

You inhaled the smell of his pretty chocolate curls and stroked his hair until your eyes started to feel too heavy, and softly fluttered closed.

*****************************************

The shift of a body woke you up, and as you opened your eyes, you were instantly reminded of last night. You couldn't help but smile at Harry still cuddling you. Even while sleeping, his grip held you tight, as if he were scared you would leave.

You softly ran your nails up and down his arm, your other hand going back to playing with his hair like it had the night before. You took a deep breath when you felt Harry's finger pressing into your skin even harder, knowing that he was awake too now.

His head, which had moved overnight and was now buried in your neck, began peppering kisses on your earlobe, trailing down your neck.

"Good morning to you too." You chuckled as he kept on assaulting your neck, and an unexpected moan escaped you as he began to suck on your skin. You whispered a few profanities, your core beginning to flare up again.

"Good morning, baby." Harry mumbled back in his raspy morning voice, creating a pool between your legs. His hand creeped downwards and pushed your panties down your legs. With your help, he got you out of them and soon you were naked under his touch, once again.

Deciding to return the favor, you pulled Harry's cock out of his confinement, and turned your body his way. You were now lying side to side, Harry stealing away a kiss from your lips before sliding his cock into you.

It was slow, slower than you had ever been with him before. Even the previous two times of morning sex weren't as intimate as this. That may also have had to do with the fact that the first time was in the 69 position and second time was Harry's cock waking you up as he pounded into you.

This was intricate, but it felt too good to stop. You and Harry were panting, intoxicated with the intensity of the moment.

"So tight for me." Harry said lowly, holding your hips as his snapped against you. There wasn't any possible way to be closer to a human being than how close you were to Harry. Nothing but strained sounds came out of your mouth as Harry fucked deep into you, hitting that perfect spot.

He knew he had. You had a tendency to crease your brows in a particular way whenever he would hit your g-spot, and he loved how cute you looked. It is why he pushed away the strand of hair that was blocking the pretty view of your face falling apart for him.

His thumb found its' way back to your clit, playing with it until you were basically squeaking like a toy. Like his proper fuck toy. Your core was pulsing and the build-up of the orgasm that was brewing inside of you felt scarily intense.

"God, you're perfect." The words left his mouth before he had a chance to shut them down. Quickly, Harry regained his senses. "Pussy's made for me, isn't it? Designed for only me to fit into, hmm?"

You mewled out a desperate 'yes', before letting out a long cry, squirting all over him. You cried and cried pathetically as you let the euphoria wash over you. The feeling was out of this world. Harry had made you squirt once before, but that was on a rough night. But somehow, this morning sex with him felt equally, if not more intense.

"Shit, baby, look at you. Making a mess all over my cock." Harry sounded breathless, a drip of sweat trailing over his forehead as he kept thrusting into you. "Must've been so fucking needy for me."

"I always need you." You said in what could almost be classified as a whisper. It was true, you did always need him. He could take you any time of the day.

Harry let out a low moan before spurting his hot cum into your drenched pussy. He stayed still inside you as, and after, he came. It was as if he didn't want to let go of you. And so, silently, he held you for a few minutes longer, still buried inside you, as you breathed into each other.

Neither of you wanted the moment to stop, but Harry ended being the one pulling himself out of you, but not before planting a kiss on your forehead. You got up with a grin on your face, visiting the bathroom to clean yourself up before really starting your day.

When you got back to your room, your heart dropped. Harry was leaning over your nightstand, reading the notebook that laid there, still open. You sprinted towards the book and closed it as quick as you could, earning a raised brow from Harry.

"What the fuck are you doing?!" You hissed at him, sounding more out of breath than angry.

"That was good. Was that lyrics?" He asked, ignoring your words and the tone of them. He seemed intrigued.

"No." You denied, but that confrontational stare of his made you cave quickly. "... okay, yes. It’s lyrics. Happy now?"

"Let me see it."

"What?!"

"Let me see it." Harry repeated himself, holding out his hand for you to put your notebook in. You scoffed, shaking your head at his ridiculousness. Harry didn't move, though, still waiting for you to give it to him.

There was a deadly silence for a minute or two, neither of you budging. You didn't want to show him your writing. What if it was bad? Harry was a master at lyrics, and it made your silly scribbles look like child's play. Nevertheless, you found yourself hesitantly handing him the notebook.

You sat yourself down next to him, your palms sweating as he flipped through the pages, waiting until he came across the one he just saw. You swore you could've died from a heart attack, watching his eyes scan the paper. You sighed, there was no way you could ever proceed to live a life as a musician if Harry's opinion turned out to be bad. So you thought of the best possible solution, and did it.

Standing up, you walked around the bed and hid yourself under the covers. For a moment, you laid there in your barren shame, until a soft chuckle sounded from Harry's side. You were too scared to look up, but you sneaked a peek anyway.

Looking up, you found Harry, still sitting where he was just a few seconds ago, only now his body was turned towards you. The notebook was still on his lap, his hand keeping it open on the right page.

"What are you doing?" He asked, amused by your sudden antics.

"Hiding."

"Why?"

"Because it's physically impossible for the ground to swallow me whole right now." You groaned, popping your head back under the covers. Harry laughed, and suddenly the covers were gone. A shiver ran down your spine at the sudden temperature change, and you glared at Harry as he sat himself closer to you.

"This is good, darling. This is very good." He articulated the compliment slowly, hoping you would be able to hear the sincerity behind it. While it seemed that you had, Harry also noticed something in your brain doubting his words.

You looked down at the page Harry had read. It was one of your latest works, and it really wasn't anything yet. You had written the blubbering of words on the back of a receipt in the train, and wrote a more comprehensive and lyrics like version in your notebook yesterday. It was still raw, and it needed polishing, but to hear Harry say it was good set your heart on fire. If Harry thought it was good it must've had some potential.

"Thanks, but it's not good enough yet." You said, remaining critical of yourself. You couldn't allow yourself to slack off, especially if your future rode on your writing skills. "But luckily I still have plenty of practicing time left."

"No success at the record labels yet?" Harry asked. You hadn't even told him about it, but it was probably quite easy to guess.

"Not really..." You said, the corners of your mouth now pointing downwards. The topic bummed you out. You had been so excited about all the meetings but they had all turned to shit.

"Why not? Aren't they fucking desperate for singer-songwriters nowadays? It's all the rage, I hear." Harry half-jokes, and you let out a breathy chuckle.

"Apparently not. I mean, Reece says that they don't really give the artists the creative freedom they promise. I need a hit first and then I can write whatever I want." You repeat the words that were shouted into your brain yesterday.

"What?" Harry asked, a frown on his face. You look up at him with big eyes. "Did he tell you that?"

When you nodded, Harry scoffed. "Money hungry bastard that he is."

You were taken aback by Harry's sudden aggressiveness on the situation. Your body was already retreating in preparation, just in case Harry freaked out like Reece did yesterday.

"Of course you're not going to have full creative freedom. You're always going to be pushed into a direction a bit, but you can write your own hit. Your writing is ten times better than a lot I've seen being passed around in the studio."

You had no idea what to say to that. Your mouth was slightly hanging open, pondering over the words he spoke. That couldn't be true, could it?

"I don't know... Reece said it wasn't good enough yet. He won't let me show it to the record labels." You shrugged, and Harry scoffed.

"Then I think you should get a new manager, sweetheart." He suggested, tilting his head a bit as he watched your eyebrows curve into a frown.

"N-no... that's ridiculous. I mean, where would I even find— no. I don't know how to do that." You felt your heartbeat rise, drifting into a panic mode. The touch of Harry's hand cupping your cheek directed your attention to him and his beautiful green eyes.

"I know a couple people. I can set you up with them, if you want." He said, as if it wasn't a huge favor he would be doing you. One that may be too big, one that you couldn't possibly repay. You were quick to shake your head.

"No, that's too much to ask of you." You tried to be as stern as possible, but it was difficult with his thumb caressing your cheek. Your stomach felt like it was doing cartwheels.

"It's not, okay?" Harry took a stronger hold of your face and directed it towards his, leaning forward so you would meet his eyes. "It's not."

The repetition of his words had made you let out a shuddered breath, slowly nodding in obedience. A hint of a smirk appeared on Harry's face as he took his hand back, and got up from the bed. You couldn't do much but stare at him while he put on his clothes.

It was getting too dangerous, too real. The enjoyable tension in your tummy that emerged whenever he would look at you or touch your skin, even in an appropriate manner, was getting out of hand.

It was very clear from the start that this was only a distraction, and you intended to keep it that way. Harry couldn't be what you needed on the long term, nor would he ever want to be.

The realization that you would have to cut him off soon was creating a headache too unbearable, so you selfishly pushed it down, trying to think of as many different things as you could.

"So, I'll see you around?" Harry asked nonchalantly, now fully dressed and ready to go. You nodded at him, giving him a small wave as he walked out of your bedroom. You sighed the moment you heard the door slam, and pushed your head into your pillow before letting out a guttural scream.

You would've gone on longer with the personal exorcism, had your phone not ringed. You blindly reached for your phone, then turned onto your back as you accepted the call from the unknown number, and put the device to your ear.

"Hello, this is Y/N."

"Hi, Y/N. It's Jake Ryleigh, from yesterday's meeting." The man on the other line introduced himself, and you smiled as soon as you realized who you were speaking to.

"Oh, hi! How are you?"

"I'm good, thank you for asking." Jake politely responded. "I'm sad the collaboration didn't work out, I think you are very talented."

"Thank you, I am also sorry it didn't work out." You said, putting up a bit of a professional front.

"Anyways, I was wondering — and totally call me out if I'm overstepping here — but I was wondering if maybe you would want to go to dinner with me sometime?" He sounded nervous. While you found it endearing, you were confused by his proposition. But before you could ask any questions, Jake kept on rambling.

"It's just— I have never seen a woman so beautiful, smart, funny, and talented. I knew I would spend my life regretting it if I didn't at least ask."

You thought it over as he talked. Jake was pretty cute, and he had been very nice to you the entire time. He's given you nothing but compliments and you haven't gotten a creepy vibe from him so far. Plus, you need a distraction from your distraction, so maybe this date is actually a very good idea.

"I would be delighted to go on a date with you." You answered him, and you swore you could hear a sigh of relief from the other side of the phone.

"Really? I mean— does Friday at seven work for you? I'll pick you up." He suggested, stumbling over his words here and there. You giggled, liking his clumsiness. It made you feel less nervous about it all.

"That works perfectly. I'll save your number and text you my address."

"Great." Jake said enthusiastically. "I'll see you Friday, then."

"See you Friday." You replied before hanging up the phone. You looked at the ceiling, wondering if this was truly a good idea. But you figured, there was only one way to find out.

[miiyochi]

୨୧ # BORED

feat. solomon x gn!mc contents. fluff, vaguely takes place in original obey me timeline, solomons your teacher!, light blood n leech mentions :3c genre. drabbles , fluff words. 699  note. this is basically a short conversation you have w/ solomon :) it's currently 2am and I am going to conk out for the night

solomon. 𖦹

You're currently lying upside down on the side of Solomon’s bed, watching him scribble away on some papers you couldn’t care less about. He’s probably working on another lesson for you, but you’re too frustrated to focus on practicing magic. No, you’re feeling something worse than frustration—you're bored.

You’re bored out of your mind, and you want entertainment, attention, anything that’ll distract you from thoughts of ‘how many pens I can steal from Solomon’s desk without him noticing’.

You groan obnoxiously, hoping Sol gets the hint and puts his pen down. Solomon doesn’t, of course, he heard you, and of course, he’s purposefully paying no mind to him.

So, of course, you do it again. Groaning even louder and rolling around on his bed, kicking your feet on the bed to get your point across even more. It's childish, yes but you don't care in the slightest. pausing your movements to peek up at the desk he’s at and notice Solomon’s still writing away.

Annoying.

“Hey. heyy…. Hey geezer. Old bat,” you say, picking up a loose piece of paper off the floor and tearing off the corners to throw at him. “Pay attention to me.”

Silence.

“Sol. Solomon.” He finally stops writing, but he doesn't let the pen go. He just sits in silence, staring at the paper he was previously writing on and the stray balled-up pieces of paper now starting to collect on his desk.

“Solomonie. "Mr. Monsolo,” continuing to spew out random names you could think of, Solomon finally lets the pen drop to the desk with a deep sigh.

Solomon finally looks up at you, surprisingly, he doesn't look annoyed. It's almost as if he was expecting you to do something like this, which he isn’t. At this point, bothering him has become a hobby for you. “What can I do for you, my lovely MC?”

"I've got a question for you"

“Oh?”

“Yeah, listen up, okay?” You shift in your spot on the bed so that you’re sitting upright on your knees facing him. Sitting in silence for a moment, thinking of the next string of words coming out of your mouth: "If I were a leech, would you let me feed off you? yknow, like blood.”

Solomon smiles at that. “You want to drink my blood?” you shake your head, “not particularly no… well, I guess not currently. I’m not a leech. Or a vampire… or Asmodeus.” you whisper the last bit, though you guess he still heard you since he laughs a little.

“Is that really what you wanted to ask me?” When he sees you nod at that, Solomon sits back in his chair with a finger tapping his chin (even the way he thinks is annoying) and ponders for a moment,

"MC, there’s not a thing I wouldn’t let you do to me if you asked for it.”

The room went silent for a moment, and the atmosphere suddenly changed. You couldn’t quite place it, you don’t know exactly what kind of mood it shifted into, but you could feel the utter disgust forming on your face from that.

“Can’t you just, like, say no or something? You go along with almost everything I say.”

“You would’ve been upset if I didn’t let you suck my blood.”

“WELL-…yeah but you don't have to word it like that. I can’t tell if you’re messing with me or not.”

Solomon chuckles lightly before getting up out of his chair to meet you on the bed. He sits next to you and places his hand on top of yours.

“I mean it, MC. There isn’t anything I wouldn’t do for you.”

Ahh, there he goes again. Solomon has a habit of getting all sentimental at the most random moments of the day. He’s so earnest and genuine that you never know what to say or do. What’s the right thing to say when someone says that to you? Especially your teacher, of all people.

“Do you always care for your students like this?”

"I've only ever had one.”

God, what's with his sudden mood shift? It’s getting harder to breathe, and he’s making it harder. His hand moves under yours to weave his fingers in between yours and squeeze them.

“There’s only one student I’ve ever cared about like this, MC.”

“Good.” You squeeze back.

thank you for reading, rbs appreciated!

m.list

[koolades-world]

Obey me! height headcanons

This isn’t revolutionary but I couldn’t stop thinking about this, especially asmo’s. For reference, I’m 5’2 and almost all of my shoes have platforms or are raised in some way because I like pretending I am taller than I actually am 💋 although in this case I think I’m winning for once (please tall people let me know what it’s like, the tallest person in my family is my dad at 5’5)

While I half wanted to make them unnaturally tall but I kept them within human possibility since these were their humans forms

1. Beel

100% the tallest, a beefcake of a man. Perfect for a boost up high, like during hanging up decorations or cleaning. When it’s the twins birthday, it’s a struggle to hang up the decorations. Nobody is as reliable as him. I imagine he’s about 6’3 or 6’4. The best for using scary dog privileges, going anywhere with him guarantees elite treatment. It would be so easy for me to get piggy back rides cause he wouldn’t want to leave me behind

2. Lucifer

He can’t be that far behind. I imagine him at like 6’2. Part of the reason people are scared or HoL is because of his height. Me personally, I’m scared by anyone I have to look right up at and he definitely falls in this category. Lucifer would make me shit my pants. At least Beel isn’t consult scowling and yelling. Would definitely use his height to my advantage, like making him clear a path for my through a crowd or to tell the fast food worker I wanted no pickles on my burger.

3. Levi

I definitely picture him as a taller dude, but nobody can every guess because he has terrible posture and is always staring down. Like, tall Levi is doing something for me. Lanky little gamer guy that no one knew was actually like 5’10 because 95% of the time he’s at home and the other 5% is when he’s playing a game.

4. Belphie

Another one I picture as lanky, but is constantly asleep so people don’t realize. He’s always curled up somewhere. Another sloucher 100%. He still insists on being carried around by Mammon even though he’s taller. Probably 5’9 or 5’10

5. Satan

I feel like he’s the Mr. Average in the height department. He’s the only brother who’s a demon, so it makes sense to me that he’s the most normal. Not that being super tall or short is bad, but he would fit in the most (which is saying a lot). I think he’s about 5’8. Demons are probably tall since it’s harder to intimidate a human if they’re taller than you. Nobody dares to comment on this, though. If they’re not Mc, you’re probably going to die which lucky us!! we are mc

6. Mammon

Short king! Not the shortest but I feel like him being not super tall adds to his appeal as a tsundere. He’s just short and (pretending to be) angry. I think he’s 5’6 or 5’7. He gets made fun of his height by his brothers even though Asmo is shorter. I like to think he also likes shoes that make him taller, it seems very him. he’s just cute ok <33

7. Asmo

He’s not that short but he just happens to be the shortest in their family. I imagine him about 5’6 which is funny to me to think this twink is taller than my father. I’m foaming at the mouth thinking about sharing a wardrobe with him, and if you happen to been a similar height to him, then it’s like you just won the lottery. I’m dying to have a mini fashion show with him 😭 it’s kinda funny to me to think that Asmo, who I personally think is the shortest, is stronger than Beel, who’s universally agreed to be the tallest. Height isn’t everything is what I learned from this

[angelic-dew]

˚₊‧꒰ morning star.☆ ꒱ ‧₊˚ . !

✧༉‧₊˚୨ 💌 ୧・request :: do you write for obey me? if you do, can I request Lucifer fluff? I've been craving this man vgfhdghhc if not I understand! Please stay hydrated!!

✧༉‧₊˚୨ 💫 ୧・author's note :: I've been WAITING for an obey me request! I love this game so much and nightbringer! Anyways thank you, I wish the same to you <3

✧༉‧₊˚୨ 🌟 ୧・summary + word count :: just a morning cuddle session with your one and only beloved demon + 913 words. fluff.

✧༉‧₊˚୨ ✨ ୧・pairing :: Lucifer x G/N reader {you/your pronouns!}

✧༉‧₊˚୨ ✖ ୧・trigger warnings :: grammatical errors, nothing else I can put my finger on though!

There you and Mr. Morningstar himself were, snuggling up to each other like there's no tomorrow within the comfort and constellation of his spacious room. The air had a wonderful fragrance of solace looming through aimlessly as he held you tighter in his warm, loving embrace; you were securely locked in one place by your beloved Lucifer.

The fluffiest blanket imaginable was thrown messily on top of both of you, swaddling your bodies as if you two were infants for the first time. His darkly-coloured curtains were drawn neatly, only a small space being left uncovered by the ebony fabric.

Your leg was on top of his, as a matter a fact, both of your legs were in a knotty tangled mess as you two snuggled within the grasp of one another—both of your bodies being pressed up against the other like leeches.

It wasn't often that these times happened, but when they did come, they were irreplaceable and absolutely nothing could come close to these treasurable, precious moments you shared with the demon you loved the most in all of the three realms combined. You were so thrilled and delighted to finally be his one and only lover.

As for the avatar of pride, he was astounded by how a mere human could store such strong feelings of desire, need and love within him. He was definitely not the type to be so keen toward these types of emotions, expressions and feelings, yet you broke that one thing he wasn't very fond of. He can't even complain, you're an angel if we're in a human body; a being of perfection. Every individual one of your curves, imperfections, insecurities was out the door for him, what quality could you possibly possess for him not to love you.

You were his muse and biggest downfall, his anger, sorrow and happiness bundled up into one small being. A distraction and something he had to deal with was what he thought of you from the start. That was all to it. You were some random name he chose from out of a pile of names— piles of names to be exact, which had every name of each human being on the face of the earth. But you, you were picked.

Was it fate? destiny? faith? luck?

He could never put his finger on it directly and pin his point down. Oh, how Lucifer pined to know how could someone as sweet as yourself come into his and his brother's lives for the greater good? You, just by being you worked like magic throughout the house of Lamentation, Purgatory Hall, The Demon Lord's Castle and practically the whole of the Devildom.

You united the beings of all three realms to become one and closer together. You made it so that everyone cooperated and grew fond of each other over the short course of time. By yourself, you'd swear an angel invaded hell, but no. It was just a human, but not an ordinary one.

So, time always went on and Lucifer grew fond of you, shared his life with you and most importantly made you part of his life. A crucial part. You became not a want but a need for him, he could barely cope without his precious beloved by his side, however, he'd never admit that. He would swear to himself to keep that stuffed deep down to the deepest depths of his mind; and believe me, it's messy down there. Reluctantly, he would refuse to ever spill something so sentimental to him.

There was simply too much love bubbling inside of him for a mere human, his beloved MC.

So coming back to his senses, both of your unconscious bodies lay comfortably in each other's arms. Lucifer's eyes were sealed shut, his pale skin hiding away the mesmerizing, glassy, crimson-red orbs which are stored behind.

Soon, the day became one with the night and it was time for morning preparations, you are a pupil at RAD after all and he is the head of the student council. With that being said, he awoke promptly. His pesky eyelids finally moved out of the way to reveal such sleepy yet captivating eyes which contained glints of pure passion stored within them.

He realized the position you two were tangled in, a small, baby-pink blush ever so sneakily and gradually creeping onto his soft, bare cheeks as he was utterly enthralled by the sight bestowed before him in all of its glory.

There you were, sound asleep in the far and wide place of dreamland as he watched you. The gentle, soft rays of sunshine slowly pour through from his window onto your body. Your beautiful, luscious locks of hair resting nicely but messily in a somewhat cute state as your skin gives off a glowing effect due to the sunlight. You were like a gleaming phosphorescence. So alluring and peaceful all at once.

He watched how your body reacted to these conditions, and was still currently admiring your charming beauty. His eyes scanned you all over, from the crown of your head to the sole of your feet, all of it. He could not believe you were still all his! Every inch of you he loved with everything he could ever have in this cruel world. He didn't know what he did to deserve this or how these such feelings came about. He did know something though.

You were his Morning Star and shone brighter than any light. 🌟

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