#om! fanfic

[demonvibez]

Oooh there's this scenario I've had in my mind for a while now //0//0// Its pretty generic I think but... Beelzebub + using food during sex.... It's kind of cheesy but like,,, it's so hot too. whipped cream ON his favorite human?? They both taste divine in their own right, but both at the same time?? Sinful.

A/N: not cheesy at all! I think a lot of us would enjoy this scenario. 😈 hope y'all enjoy this drabble, lemme know if you'd like more! ♡ Rating: Explicit (MDNI) Tags: food play, chest play, oral sex, fem anatomy, penetration mention

It all starts out innocently enough, as it normally does when hanging out with your boyfriend. You find him in the kitchen once again, cruising the cupboards for a midnight snack. You surprise him with a few snacks in a hidden drawer of the fridge, and pull him back with you to your room. You can't sleep anyway, so why not indulge?

And while Beelzebub is normally content to munch away on whatever snacks you relinquish to him, instead he intently watches as you enjoy your own food. Do you even know how seductive you're being? The way you lick the whipped cream off of your fingers, the way your eyes roll back a little at the taste. He can't help but for his mind to be clouded with ideas on how he can make your eyes roll back...

Suddenly, a dollop of whipped cream falls down your chest, dripping its way between your breasts. Before you can even reach down to wipe it off yourself, you can feel Beelzebub's tongue gently licking it off of you. Savoring it like a rare treat, the moan he lets out at the taste stirs desire deep within you.

"-Tastes'damn good," he mumbles against your skin as his lips continue, searching for more. He needs to taste more of you, all of you - another shade of his Gluttony taking over. You pull away, only to quickly pull off your top and spray a little bit of the whipped cream onto your nipple. With a mischievous smirk and lustful eyes, you press your breast back to Beel's lips - which he eagerly accepts. The feeling of him swirling your nipple around his tongue has you gasping out tiny little whimpers and moans, eliciting Beel's already aroused cock to grow impossibly harder. He'd love nothing more than to relieve his aching cock right now, stretching that pretty little hole of yours and filling you up with his own cream - but his sin has another idea, for now.

In almost an instant, Beel pulls away from you, only for him to grab the waist of your shorts and rip them off with your underwear in one fluid motion. He snatches the bottle from your hand, a slight shiver going up your spine as he sprays it onto your sex. The moan that escapes your lips as he licks the cream from your clit is loud enough to leak into the hallway - but neither of you care. 

Sweeter than Celestial sugar, he can't get enough of the taste. His favorite human on his tongue, drizzled in the sweetness of the cream - so heavenly, and yet so sinful. Although the more he continues, the more he realizes he prefers to taste only you. He discards the can, his focus never leaving - he is beyond ravenous, and only you can satiate his hunger. His moans rumble deep into your core, the tension within you building as he devours you. Another few swirls of his tongue send you over the edge, euphoria washing over your body as he eagerly laps up every last drop.

And without even the slightest pause, the Avatar of Gluttony continues on, happily sucking on your sensitive cherry as you writhe in pleasure underneath him. Overstimulated after your first climax, you beg and whine, your mind a mess as you grind against his face for more. You just need him inside of you right now, but he just can't find the willpower to pull himself away...

You are addictingly delicious, and Beelzebub will not be stopping until his appetite is fully satisfied.

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[trebledcrow]

Tranquility Beneath the Stars (MC x Belphegor, MC pov)

A live projection of the human world night sky covered the ceiling of the House of Lamentation’s planetarium, meteors and their bold, white trails smearing across the midnight sky. Occurring on this night was the peak of an annual meteor shower, and you’d agreed to a makeshift viewing as a date with your beloved.

You laid flat beside Belphegor, who’d just dozed off despite his futile attempts to remain awake for the whole date. You almost wished he could’ve lasted longer, but despite that, you were still content with simply being alone with him.

Belphegor’s chest softly rose and fell while he buried himself further into your side. A soft sigh escaped his lips when he then wrapped a sleeved arm around you.

This sudden move caught you off guard, though you couldn’t help but to feel comforted by his unconscious affections. He looked peaceful with you in his grasp — perhaps more than usual.

The midnight silence, interrupted only by the caressing whisper of trees in the wind outside the windows, was enough to lull you into a blissful serenity. This sparse moment was one to savor, and so you did

Perhaps spending more quiet nights like this with your partner and nap buddy were in order. Things were commonly chaotic at the House of Lamentation, but tonight was an exception. A rare and welcome exception.

Lady moon continued to make her rounds towards the west while you gazed up at the projection. While counting passing meteors, weariness began to overtake you and your eyes began to sting.

Ultimately you were forced to surrender as staying awake became an impossible task. Quietly exhaling, you settled down and clung to Belphegor for warmth and comfort.

With a turn of your head, you planted a tender kiss upon the sleeping demon’s crown. You leaned closer and whispered a simple phrase; a phrase you’ve similarly said many nights before.

“Come see me in my dreams, alright..?”

With that, you pulled the cotton quilt brought along to the date over the both of you and closed your eyes, awaiting a loving dream meeting in the astral realm.

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Well. I impulsively wrote this after stargazing and observing meteors myself… instead of finishing my other projects…. and while fighting sleep. The inspiration was far too strong. Im no beta’ing this baby and editing the best I can while fighting the eepiness, and given that, i can’t guarantee quality bc i wrote this while half asleep hehe. It’s 5:36am, so perhaps I’ll go sleep now. Hope that anyone who finds this enjoys it 🖤✨

[sindulgence666]

Mc is a modern witch 5

Summary: Unlike Solomon or the witches that the brother have interacted with, in the human realm MC is much like the modern witches we nowadays know: bottle spells, deity work, divination… just plain energy work with the help from the universe. However, since their arrival to the Devildom MC notices how their magickal abilities are stronger and the brothers seem to notice it too.

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this is a long and boring ass chapter, the next one will be better! I just didn't know how to continue without this part! I promise the next one is better ❤︎ If you have any suggestions please tell me! Levi is acting more like the Grand Admiral of Hell’s Navy instead of the shut-in, for those of you who might say he’s OOC!

Warnings: none.

Characters: Beel, MC, Levi, Mammon

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Doing as Leviathan had told you, you head to the kitchen. As soon as you approach the accorded place, the sounds of someone chewing and gulping down something makes you stop on your track.

Silence.

A moment passes, and the first idea that crosses your mind is to leave, pretending not to have seen nor heard anything. However…

— Not so fast. —A voice that definitely doesn't belong to Leviathan calls out to you.— Are you going to pretend like you didn't see me here, or is it that you're planning to go tell on me?

…

— Meh, I guess it doesn't matter either way. —A sigh of relief escapes your lips.— Anyway, what're you doing in the kitchen so late?

— I was hungry —you’re quick to come up with an excuse for the tall demon.

— Ah, you’re hungry? That makes two of us, then. —The orange-haired demon stops for a few seconds just to keep talking.— Oh, but the refrigerator's empty. I already ate everything in there.

Your eyes stay on him, as if you were waiting for him to just leave.

— What? Is there something you wanted to talk to me about?

The energy in the room suddenly drops. Going to the kitchen to meet Levi maybe wasn't the best idea. Did he forget? Where was him? What could you possibly ask?

— About your brothers… aren’t you supposed to be seven? What about the seventh-…?

— Now, don't you ever mention him in front of Lucifer. —He growls at you and you yelp at the sudden change in his attitude.— This isn’t any of your business, human. I’m leaving. I've already eaten everything that was in the refrigerator anyway.

And so, the Avatar of Gluttony takes his leave. Now, you're alone again with you, yourself and…

— Hey, MN! —Someone calls your nickname

— … Is that you, God?

— What? Seriously? —Ah, the annoyance in his voice makes him recognizable. There he is; finally Leviathan appears.— No, dumbass! Here!

Your gaze scans the room until you find him hiding. At this point, you don't even ask about it. The Avatar of Envy asks about what you heard from Lucifer and he starts looking vehemently for something in the freezer. It would be ridiculous if the credit card was actually-…

— So it really was frozen! —The third born takes out a huge block of ice with a card in it, putting it in the microwave to thaw it.

He was just about to say how stupid he was for not thinking about it earlier when…

— What’s with all the racket, you two?… HEY, wait a minute! There in the microwave… that looks like Goldie! Get it outta there before the microwave demagnetizes it and makes it useless!

Levi and you both look at each other and you take the plastic out of the microwave.

— Levi you idiot!

— Hmm, are you SURE you should be talking to me like that, Mammon?

In a matter of seconds, the bickering starts between the two demons. You prefer to stay as a bystander of their arguing, at least until…

— ..wait, WHAT?! Why d'ya want ME to make a РАСТ?! —The white haired demon suddenly raised his voice— Levi I can't believe you'd go through all this trouble! It’s just money!

— Excuse me? Remind me again which one of us tossed aside what little pride he had left, all to get his hands on a credit card?

— Hey, you shut up! And you, human! What're ya thinking, lettin' Levi use you like this? Are you stupid? Go on, say somethin'!

Leviathan was clearly annoyed before, but now he was angry. How could he refer to you as stupid? He was not using you! (Maybe he was, in some kind of way! He was trying to help you and himself too! The third born and you exchange looks for a brief second before you open your mouth again.

— Make a pact with me, Mammon.

— UH-UH, NO WAY! NOT INTERESTED!

Oh Luuucifeeer! Mammon's here unfreezing his credit caaaard!

— I mean, of course l'lI make a pact with you, human! I'd be thrilled to!

And just like that, your first pact ever with a demon is forged. A burning sensation installs itself in your skin, but your mind is stuck trying to comprehend what just happened. You just made a pact. With one of the seven avatars of the seven deadly sins. With one of the most powerful demons to ever exist. With a demon that was not Leviathan nor Lucifer.

With…

With a demon that was not Leviathan nor Lucifer! How did that happen!? Why did that happen!?

— Devildom calling to MC, are you there? —A distant voice rings in your ears.— MN? MC? Hello!?

Blink

Blink

Blink

Leviathan's room.

When did you go to his room? Why are you…? How? Just a few seconds ago you were in the kitchen and…

— Lord Leviathan… —You're not speaking casually to your friend. You’re hurt. You're speaking to the demon you trusted; to the demon that always comforted you and held you when you cried.— why Mammon?

The question goes unresolved, so you try to reformulate it.

— Why did my first pact ever had to be with Mammon, a demon I barely know and not with you, who I admire and love dearly?

A couple of seconds are spent in silence before the Admiral gathers the courage to speak and explain himself.

— Look, I know it may have seemed as if I used it to my advantage… —You look down to your feet in fear.— But I’m trying to protect you, I really am

Your brows furrow as you look up at him again, tilting your head to the side in confusion. Protecting you?

— Think about it, MN. You are in literal hell, surrounded by demons who want to eat you and devour your soul. I can't be by your side at all times, but Mammon has to. He has to protect you, and with a pact you can make sure he actually does his job.

He takes your hands in his and looks directly into your eyes.

— Why does it bother you that much?

— Because I wanted you to be my first demon!

Leviathan freezes. He blinks once, twice, thrice…

Did he listen well? Did you really…?

— I wanted us to have a pact, but you always said I wasn't ready for something like that and now you make me do a pact with a sin I don't even relate to! What's this all about!? —You sob

— So do you want to?

Your lips stop moving and you look at the demon. He is looking aside and his cheeks are fiercely red. He is clearly embarrassed and making his best effort to mantain his composture.

— Do you want to make a pact with me, MN?

[rubberduckrobin]

𝗦𝗮𝘃𝗶𝗼𝘂𝗿𝘀 𝗶𝗻 𝗮 𝗽𝗲𝗿𝗳𝗲𝗰𝘁 𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗹𝗱.

Fandom: Obey Me!

Summary: The brothers bickering, as usual. But this time it comes at the cost of a life.

Word count: Around 1k.

Authors note: This was originally meant to be a knights/princesses sort of thing but I wanted an epic battle with a dragon... but I also wanted it to be sad, so here we are.

[R/N stands for Readers name.]

AO3 Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/55778944

TW/Content warnings: Injury/gore, blood, death.

[GIF from IceGif.com. This does not belong to me.]

It looms over you. 

You'd seen dragons as tameable, beautiful creatures. A staple of fantasy, the only harm they bring being fear - for the purpose of narrative; the romanticisation of them in the books you read and the games you play lessened the thoughts in the back of your mind that if it were a real being, without a ‘hero’ to save you a dragon could kill. And what’s even scarier is that most of the time it has no motive, because at the end of the day it’s an animal born into the world blind - as everyone is - relying purely on instinct.

The dragon before you is not the kind from fiction. You need to now delve deep into the drowned thoughts: the realistic. It’s real and it’s standing in front of you, defensively as if you are the threat. Because, essentially, you are in its instinctual-driven perspective - survival of the fittest.

And as its form, almost quadruple the size of you, towers up between you and the Devildom sky, you realise that stories are rose-tinted from the imagination, and that the reality is blinds you with tears. Never would you have thought them to be true blood lusting and ravenous beasts. 

You were entranced by it, a deer in bright headlights, and because of this were brought into its territory as its next prey; now you need to fight back.  

It was foolish of you to approach it, to be your own ‘hero’, but you had nowhere else to go. 

If it were a perfect fantasy world, you would threaten to slay the dragon, but instead caress its 'smooth' scales and hush it to calm, the world brought to applause - but this is the Devildom, and the closest you are to being saved by a ‘hero’, other than yourself, is a last minute arrival of one, or all, of the brothers. A reliance on a close scrape is all you have.

Your flesh loathes the gaping claw wounds as they tease you, trying to rip themselves off of your skin, before you do it yourself, no longer able to endure the agony. 

It hasn’t yet torn you apart but it’s taking your strength. You’ve now turned to foetal, curled up into a ball, clutching the lines of the bloody split carved into your stomach, the rocks of the ground adding to your agony.

The dragon has so far only managed to scratch you twice, pick you up by its claws and drop you from half its height, but it’s enough to make your body surrender. But no, not your mind; it’s still clinging onto the hope that somebody - it doesn’t even have to be one of the brothers - somebody is coming.  

Excruciating. Hot streamed sweat and blood boils the wounds, streams into your eyes and you are not sure whether you’re blinded by this or by the tears cascading down your face like bullets. 

You can hear muffled voices.

It burns, it burns. The blur turns red. Is it now blood or is it flame around you from the dragon's breath? The only thing the stories and games were right about. This is crazy - dragons are real, just not tameable, beautiful. Only partially beautiful. You were entranced. But now you see the ugly in its sharp skin, the tangled, matted, burning, smoking fur and you can hear its furious empty growls.

It slashes you, again, then curls you around its nails. It drops you, again. Your breath hitches. Over and over. Over and over. It’s not steadying, it embodies the panic you feel. The ash blocks your nose. You have to breathe through gritted teeth. 

It stops.

Not the pain, but the dragon. Why is the dragon now just watching you? 

You turn. 

No, it’s not watching you. 

Four of the brothers are there, almost as expected.

“I was ‘ere first, back off! I can do it myself!” Mammon.

“I’ll save them!” Leviathan.

“I need to be the one to save them. I need to apologise.” Satan.

“Can’t you guys see that just fighting each other is not going to fight the dragon?” Asmodeus.

Magic takes concentration, and it’s not something they’ll have if they continue to bicker; in a perfect world, they would all work together. 

You realise that this might be your own last fighting moment, so you take the dragon's distraction as a chance to run, and where else would you run to, other than into their arms?

You choke on the things you long to ask: if they were there the entire time, why didn’t they act sooner? Aren’t they strong enough? 

Your breath catches up to the pace of your feet - the dragon is not yet defeated and is growing impatient. 

The first to catch you is Mammon.

“R/N!” 

He’s shaking, and as you grasp for the rest of them, you realise they all are. Or maybe it’s just you. 

“Ah, you’re bleedin’, you’re bleedin’! Alright, R/N, we’re ‘ere. I promise ya you’ll be alright.”

They didn’t act soon enough. In the absence of their action, you feel even more of your strength fading. 

You turn to your knees, limp.

“Woah! Woah! R/N! Are you okay?” 

More arrive. The dragon watches keenly.

“Idiots! Why didn’t you do anything? Idiots, idiots!” It’s all Belphegor can say. He's loud and this taunts the already-ringing deafness in your ears.

Beelzebub remains silent. Frozen in fear…but you know it's not the dragon. You know deep down that it's because he’s scared of losing you. Like he did with Lilith. 

And he doesn’t know it’s your fault not his. 

“Everyone. Leave. With R/N. Now.”

“Oh, great. Lucifer gets to save the day, as usual.” Does Satan not care?

“Then let's all do it then, for fucks sake.” Belphie cares, you know this. But he's making things worse - everyone is. 

The only people left in your embrace are Asmodeus and Leviathan, but it's grown less comforting over time as they realise the severity of your wounds and also as the tension increases.

Your bloodied hands stain their shirts as they drift away from your touch to confront the dragon.

You reach out to them, unable to do much more.

“I said leave, did I not?” Lucifer is tired. You know he is.

 Will any of them ever defeat this dragon?

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The dragon is defeated, but at what cost? 

You hear the dragons’ wail and thud as it collapses. You see the flash of light from the magic. You watch all of the brothers turn to you. 

You see Diavolo arrive. You see him point at you, an expression never seen on a king's face before.

Why is he pointing at you? You can’t tell through your half-shut eyelids.

Your blood is warm, the ground is cold. Your head hitting the ground from the side.

Your last feeling is the blood dripping from your forehead. Your last smell, the blood. Your last taste is metallic. Your last sound is lost voices.

Your last sight, your heroes. 

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[radnewspaperroom]

I love when things like this happen, but why is it always when I'm cleaning?

I had a scene idea while cleaning again:

The Ballroom scene from Anastasia, but MC in the castle of the demon king.

They come to answer summons from Barbatos and when Little D is leading them through the halls, they pause and sneak into the ballroom, enchanted by the whisps of ghostly figures they see.

Once in there, the phantoms vanish, but a sense of deja Vu is too strong to ignore, they reach out with their magic and lingering traces of familiar beings echo back to them like feathers on skin.

It's not the same, but also is the same. They begin a dance they can't recall, their magic bursting at the seams to run wild for once. They release it, a memory of a dream they once had of a party and someone dancing with them across the floor. Elegant and smooth, laced with danger and threat under the ecstasy of touch long ignored and denied.

An outfit made of the same shimmering dust covers their clothes, far too detailed and well made to be mere imagination. It flows with them in a way that was just made for them, their height and weight, their length and shape. Lovingly tailored and worn.

The dance continues, swapping partners across the floor, their head swaying with elation and freedom. Until a pair of cool, watchful eyes make contact with their own. Not a phantom conjured with magic, but flesh and blood.

Barbatos is watching from slightly behind a pillar with interest as the dust like figures dissipate without a steady stream of magic to fuel their forms.

MC straightens their assistant uniform and bows, slightly embarrassed but mostly afraid of reprimand. But the demon merely smiles in his all knowing way and gestures for them to follow, the young master must not be kept waiting.

[gloryofluv]

Is that a pen in your pocket? No just a new OM! NB Fanfic.

[zephyrchama]

Mammon stares down at his youngest brother snoozing away on your lap. Belphegor has made himself at home with your thigh as a makeshift pillow. It’s far from the first time this has happened, and very unlikely to be the last. Any more, he just walks over and does it, falling asleep within moments without even asking. He’ll wake up if you try to stand. As long as you can still study, read, or scroll your D.D.D., it’s usually not too bothersome and easier to let Belphegor do what he wants.

The scowl on Mammon’s face says otherwise. “Ya really gonna let him walk, err, sleep all over you like that? How many time’s he done that this week?” He tisks and stomps his foot, looming over you with crossed arms. “Belphie, wake your ass up! Yer big bro has a bone to pick with you!”

You feel a warm exhalation on your leg. Belphegor seems to be sighing, but doesn’t bother opening his eyes or acknowledging Mammon in any other way, much to the elder’s chagrin.

“Push him off!” Mammon insists.

“I’m flattered you think I’m strong enough to push a full grown demon off of me,” you admit, lightly ruffling Belphegor’s hair. “But, no. I’m not.”

“Don’t encourage ‘im!” Mammon grabs Belphegor by the collar.

At this provocation, the youngest curls an arm under your thigh and nudges his nose into the fabric of your clothes. He refuses to budge. “They don’t mind it, so just leave us alone.” Belphegor’s muffled voice sounds tired and annoyed.

“Belphie, let go! Ugh, use your pact!” Mammon literally growls. “Don’t coddle this jerk, you spoil him too much!”

“Don’t yell at me about it! I’m just sitting here!” you pout. ”And Belphie, watch where you’re grabbing.” It’s not your fault these guys go crazy over you. “Pact orders are painful for you guys, yeah? I don’t want to go through all that trouble. I’m still learning how to control the magic and it’s not worth it right now.”

“Hah? You kiddin’ me?” Mammon taps his foot and gnashes his teeth as Belphegor gives him the cold shoulder. “Fine then. Be that way.”

He goes to walk away, but abruptly turns back and returns. It’s evident when Mammon gets a new idea into his head. You can practically see the light bulb pop up over his head as he dons a cheeky grin.

“Spread your legs for me,” he demands.

“What?” Now you’re staring at him, disbelief etched into your features. You knew Mammon had the occasional lewd thought but even for him this was brazen. Maybe his brothers are right and he’s finally lost it.

“Spread your legs for the Great Mammon! C’mon!”

Belphegor snorts and turns his head ever so slightly, just enough to give his dumb older brother the evil eye. Mammon is tired of waiting and seizes his chance to yank your knees apart. By your own admission, you can’t fight the strength of a full grown demon.

“You’ve got two legs, there’s plenty a room for two demons here.” There isn’t exactly much space, but Mammon lays his head back on your thigh and grins up at you, bumping his noggin against Belphegor in the process.

Ah. You realize this was his goal and Mammon was just being too stubborn to come out and say it.

Your face grew hot. It felt weird to manspread with two doting demons on your legs. “You really could have phrased that better.”

“Whatddya mean?”

You sigh. “Think about it.”

Belphegor exhales again, probably laughing under his breath this time as he re-adjusts his arm to a cozier position.

Mammon is content just to admire you from below until he connects the dots, and a deep red blush spreads across his face. He turns, winding his arms around your back to better hide his face in the folds of your shirt.

He closes his eyes against you, his nose brushing against your side. “I don’ wanna think ‘bout anything. I work too hard, just lemme rest here a while.”

You allow it, ruffling his hair knowing full well you coddle both of them too much.

[xxgrimml0vrxx]

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

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

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

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

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

He’ll go fucking feral for it.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[yuuchama]

(Leona Kingscholar x gender neutral reader)

Leona had groaned and ranted against you sleeping in his bed all night. "There's no room," he claimed while sprawled out on a mattress wide enough to fit an entire Spelldrive team. If you laid down to claim the bed's edge, he'd kick you to the carpet or nudge you over the side and quickly pretend to be asleep. The hours he spent coming up with excuses and dirty tricks would have been better spent actually sleeping.

Many times he'd yawn and repeat, "what kind of herbivore willingly crawls into the den of a beast?" while keeping you at arm's length. Every time you thought he was out cold and snuck back over, he'd swat you away. It was a raging battle of endurance.

Yet when morning came, Leona sang a completely different tune. Perhaps it was the exhaustion of staying up late. Perhaps he was just done fighting his feelings. At some point he really did fall asleep, allowing you to take over one pillow and the fringed corner of a blanket. They were temporary luxuries.

You awoke with the heavy prince on top of you, each slow breath warm against your ear as he nuzzled his chin against your shoulder. His arm curled around your head. Strands of long, dark brown hair stuck to your lips. Sunlight poured through the windows, bringing the dry heat of the day with it. You could have cooled off by moving a leg if the prince hadn't hooked his own knee over your thighs.

"Leona...?" You whispered the name. The pressure of his chest pushing down on yours made inhaling an inconvenience. Your hope that he would wake up was successfully answered by a twitch of his ear against your cheek.

"Leona, I can't breathe." Though still half asleep and uncoordinated, you felt uncomfortable. The sensation of pins and needles danced in your hands, along the bottom of your feet, and you wanted to roll over. Leona's tail tuft began to swish lazily, trailing over the hem of your shirt. Bit by bit, it helped you wake. "I want to get up."

You strained to move out from under the mass of muscles, grabbing the mattress's edge to pull yourself up. Leona huffed and buried his face further against your skin. There was an odd sensation at the base of your neck. A little damp, a little sharp, and very warm. Leona gently nipped at your throat until you stopped trying to escape.

"Did you just bite me?" Though tired, you were now fully awake and could take in more of the situation. Leona responded with a sleepy grunt. You retaliated with a couple strikes to his side, weakly aiming for the only spots within reach. "You're hot! Let me up!"

It was the wrong course of action. Leona stirred, only to move his arm across your chest and lock both legs around yours. Fingertips grasped at the fabric of your attire. "Be quiet," he grumbled, turning his face towards yours. He knew you'd talk less if your chin had to fight the weight of his head.

You were more stuck than before. "I can't move."

"Should have listened when I warned you." You were nothing more than captured prey in the lion's embrace.

Leona's chest returned to a rhythmic rise and fall as the morning birdsong lulled him back to sleep. You were going to have to put up with his body heat for a few more hours.

[demonvibez]

Waking Up with You

Characters: Lucifer x Shy GN Reader Word Count: 2k+ Rating: Teen Tags: fluff, kissing, suggestive moments A/N: This was requested by a friend, and it was too cute to pass up. Hope y'all like!

Your sleepy eyes slowly flutter open, the night's dreams fading into obscurity as your eyes focus on your surroundings. Letting out a tiny yawn, you push yourself up a bit to have a look around. With nothing but the flickering light of a distant candle, you gaze down at the handsome demon beneath you, his arms loosely gripping you as you lay on his chest. It was your first time spending the night with Lucifer - nothing too scandalous though, for he knows how timid you are, and has been taking things slow in your relationship together. Last night was pretty much perfect - of course the Avatar of Pride would plan the perfect date for you. He was able to bribe his brothers to leave for the night - with threat of punishment if they misbehave - and proceeded to cook the most romantic meal for you both. A moonlit dinner in the garden, just the two of you - and it's then that he gently takes you by the hand, and asks you to spend the night with him. The look in his crimson eyes and soft tone of his voice - which he reserves for only you - and you know you can trust him completely.

And that's how you found yourself in the arms of the Morningstar so early in the day. You can't stop yourself from admiring him - for like the painting above his bed, he truly is a work of art. His raven hair lightly brushed back out of his face, revealing peaceful eyes deep in slumber. His flawless skin like a smooth marble, and you swear in your mind you think you can see him actually smiling in his sleep. You wonder for a moment if it's effortless - he is asleep, after all. Then again, he is Lucifer - ever meticulous and prideful, maybe he would try to maintain decorum, even while unconscious. Even so, he truly is picturesque - if only you could take his picture. You know you’d wake him if you tried, though - you'll have to commit this sight to memory.

You can't help but to bite your lip as your eyes drift downwards to the rest of his body - the way his sleep shirt only has two buttons done, the rest falling open to reveal his chiseled features. You can see why he was Father's favorite - he sure took his time crafting such perfection. You can't help the way your fingers lightly ghost over the contours of his abs, so tempting to touch. Your hand hovers, but you don't want to disturb his sleep. So you hesitate. That is, until you hear a light chuckle.

"Curious, are we?" He has that tone which you can tell means he is smirking. Caught a bit off guard, you can't help the small jump scare he gives you - a tiny yelp leaving your lips and a ferocious blush flooding your cheeks. Your eyes widen and you immediately reach down for the grey silk sheets and pull them over your head, hiding under them.

"Uhhh…I'm sorry, that was weird. How long have you been awake," you ask, your already sheepish voice muffled by being buried under bedding. Lucifer tightens his arms around you, looking down at your form with a certain sense of amusement.

How long had he been awake? Well, certainly longer than you had. He had actually been laying there for quite a while, keeping his eyes closed and simply enjoying the moment. At first because he didn't want to move from this embrace with you, but then he felt you stirring, and wanted to see what you would do. He eventually peaked his eyes open to find you looking at him in wonder - and he finds himself looking at you the same way. You're just so adorable, so precious, so endearing. So perfect in all of your own ways, that he actually finds himself feeling grateful once again. Maybe fate hasn't turned it's back on him after all. It's once he saw you contemplating whether or not you should touch him, that he could no longer keep up his sleepy rouse.

And now, he feels he misses your face already.

"Nonsense, my love. Please don't ever hide yourself from me." he says, both literally and figuratively. You can hide yourself from the rest of the world, but never from him. Sure, it may be partially due to his pride, but it is also because he cares for you so deeply - because he already loves the parts of you that have opened up to him. He is eager to continue peeling back the layers, getting to know the real you, the human with the most beautiful soul he's ever seen. So of course he's not going to let you just hide away from him - especially while he holds you in his arms. Using his strength to pull the sheet off of the bed, he tosses it off of the edge. Finally, he is able to gaze into your kind human eyes.

"There you are." That tender smile he reserves for only you pulls at his cheeks. "I've been awake for sometime now, and I did not wish to disturb you. So I may have feigned my slumber for a bit longer to keep you in my arms. However, I had no idea when you would awaken - or that I would find you admiring me in such a way," he teases, his voice low and his signature smirk making a comeback. You go to hide your face against his chest, only for Lucifer to lightly grab hold of your chin. His thumb gently strokes your cheek as he reassures you that you have nothing to be embarrassed about - it's just the two of you here, in your own private little paradise.

You melt into his touch, his words, and you both find yourselves leaning in, your lips colliding - gentle at first, but slowly growing in intensity. Your little human hands grip the loose fabric of his pajama shirt, and now suddenly the Avatar finds himself lightly blushing - whether it's the kiss itself, or the reminder that you wore his dress shirt to bed, he's unsure. He's just glad you're too shy to tease him about it. You pull away for air, and now you're the one letting out a chuckle.

"What's got you blushing, Luci? Hmmm?!" Or maybe not, about you teasing him - but you're both laughing as you lightly poke his cheek. You always manage to find a way to surprise him - to show him little glimpses of yourself that you don't show to anyone else. Maybe that's why the two of you are so perfect for each other. He lightly grabs your wrist, before pressing a kiss to the tip of your finger.

"Only you could, my dear." And you swear you see his eyes sparkle as he leans in to steal yet another kiss from your soft lips. Your hand gently cups his cheek, and the warmth of your touch illuminates his demonic soul. For a brief moment he wonders how he could find such a slice of heaven so far down below - how he could continue to be blessed after being condemned. Pushing those thoughts aside, he deepens the kiss, the little noises you’re making letting him know you’re enjoying it too. Those little sounds are music to his ears - and knowing he’s the only one that gets to hear such a beautiful song makes his heart swell that much more.

Your hands move down his torso, searching for those two annoying little buttons at the bottom of his sleep shirt. You fiddle with them a bit, unable to undo them without breaking away. Lucifer beats you to the punch, breaking the kiss but still hovering your lips with his own.

Just as he’s about to tease you for wanting more of him, a loud banging at the door shatters your peaceful existence together. He puts a finger to his lips, motioning for you to stay silent. Maybe if the two of you ignore it, the problem will just go away - wishful thinking. A louder bang, followed by Mammon and Satan shouting from the hallway, makes it clear that will not be the case. How could they possibly be home already?! While Greed shouts for more money (and Wrath does his best to pester the Eldest), you feel Lucifer’s muscles tense beneath you. His eyes roll at his brother's demands, his jaw clenching as he tells you he will be back in a moment through gritted teeth and a fake smile. That deadly smile. That deadly, sadistic smile that has but one meaning: retribution. Thankfully it isn't for you, but you can only imagine the fate of the brothers that actually will receive it.

He quickly presses a kiss to the top of your head before climbing out of bed. Buttoning up his shirt as he crosses the room to the door, he slips out into the hallway, making sure the door is firmly closed behind him. You’re not exactly sure what he says to his brothers, as you can’t make out his words. You just hear his low tone coming through the door, along with his angry aura. Probably something about them being strung up from the ceiling together - you’re sure you’ll find out later.

You hear a few crashing sounds, your eyes widening - you can imagine the fight currently erupting between your lover and his younger brothers. You’re not fond of these sibling fights between them - you usually stay out of it, trying your best to just fade into the shadows. It's simply more rational for you to step in once everyone has calmed themselves, even if only slightly.

For a moment you wonder what sort of mood Lucifer may return in, and the thought makes you want to pick the sheets back up off the floor and hide under them again - if only you could both return to the serenity of waking up in each other’s arms.

Sliding to the edge of the bed, you are about to reach for the discarded sheet when the door suddenly opens. Lucifer walks back in, and you notice he is casually chatting on the phone - he doesn’t seem angry at all. You’re unsure who he's talking to, at first - but as the conversation continues, he returns to sit next to you on the bed, and you can hear Lord Diavolo’s booming laugh on the other end of the call.

While he was out arguing with his brothers in the hallway, he had an epiphany - he wasn’t going to let anything ruin his day with you. So he called the Future King to ask about sending his brothers to the Castle and taking the day off. He wasn’t too specific about telling his plans, but Diavolo was happy to oblige him regardless - plus, the Prince put it together on his own, and he’d never deny his best friend.

“Once again, thank Barbatos for me for taking my brothers off of my hands today. And thank you as well, Lord Diavolo. Let me know if they’re too much troub-“ and you hear Diavolo cutting him off, saying the two of them have it handled - and something about the brothers ‘rat-catching in the labyrinth.’ The thought of such a task gives you a slight shiver, having to hunt rats in such a cold, dark maze. You instinctively move closer to Lucifer, wrapping your arms around him and hiding your face against his shoulder. The feeling of you pressing into his side signals him to wrap up the call, and he does as such before tossing his DDD onto the nightstand. You peek up at him, a certain innocence in your eyes as you rest your cheek on his shoulder. Eyes that could start the Second Celestial War. He almost gets lost in them - until you gently break the silence.

“What was that all about?”

“Just making sure we can enjoy the rest of our day together in peace,” he says, now taking the arm you are resting against and wrapping it around you instead, pulling you closer into him. “Now…where were we,” he murmurs, his smirk devious yet playful. That bright blush he loves so much returns to your cheeks once again, and of course he stops you before you’re able to hide your face. He knows you too well.

Another kiss he cannot resist, passion thick in the air as you resume the loving embrace you had both entered earlier. Your hands begin to roam again, pulling at the bottom of his pajama shirt, and he breaks the kiss to discard it for you. His pride immeasurable as he sees the way you’re looking at him, shimmers of both love and lust as you take in the demon before you.

Sin looks really good on you, but he doesn't want to get ahead of himself.

Taking your hand in his, he presses a soft kiss to your knuckles and promises that whatever you want do to next, it is all up to you. Whatever you may desire, he will respect it and make it come true. If you want to take things slowly, that’s fine by him - he has all the time in the world for you, the one human who has captivated his heart.

And just as he is about to settle back down, assuming you will choose to wait - you surprise him yet again, your lips crashing onto his, your hands pulling at what’s left of his pajamas.

Maybe you’re not as shy as he thinks...

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[fluffyluckyvampire]

What if the Demons and angles in Obey me have never cracked their back, simply because they never needed to/can't? Like, what if that's like... just a human thing. Imagine one of the brothers complaining about their back hurting, and MC is just like "oh just crack you back," and the brother is like, "CRACK YOUR WHAT?! 😨" and MC has to explain what 'cracking you back' means. Or, Imagine Solomon just stretches, and there's a loud 'pop', and everyone just automatically assumes he just broke his fucking back 💀.

[sindulgence666]

MC is terrified of earthquakes

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So, yesterday the EAS here went off and nearly gave me a heart attack. It wasn't even a strong earthquake but… PTSD sure loves giving me a hard time!! I was seeking comfort in reading something like this but I couldn't find anything similar!:( So I decided to write it myself

Warnings: mentions of earthquakes (duh), mild cursing

Characters: Seven demon brothers

Category: Bulleted List

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Lucifer

The first one to tell you to calm down

Definitely will get annoyed if you don't hold it together

He'll think you're exaggerating

Until he sees that you’re not; you're genuinely trembling, frozen in place as silent tears slide down your cheeks

If he can't make you snap back into reality with words, it's highly likely that he'll grab your arm and drag you to a safe place

That, or he’ll carry you himself

Definitely wants to talk to you about your reaction after everything has calmed down

He’s always the first to rush to you when needed and actually help (sorry Mammon!)

Mammon

I’m not really sure about how he’d handle an earthquake

BUT we all know he is really vocal about ANYTHING

He’s probably one of the people that always screams and yells shit like ���WE'RE GONNA DIE”

Which is TERRIBLE for you, freezing you in place even more, or making you cry harder

He has to hold himself together in order to help you, but it’s really difficult when neither of you are good in situations like that

In his own panic, he tries to help but probably ends up making things worse

Either Lucifer or Satan have to come to your rescue

Leviathan

Another vocal one, but at least he won't directly scream that you are all going to die

Maybe he is, but he’d definitely be waaaay more concerned about all his collector items in his room falling off the shelves.

Another nervous wreck; you probably don’t want to be with him in an earthquake. Chances are, he'll make you feel even worse.

He really tries his best to help you, but…

Yeah, it doesn’t go exactly well

Better leave things like that to other of his brothers

Satan

Along with Lucifer, probably the safest demon to be with in case of an emergency

The difference between him and the prideful demon is, Satan won't immediately think you’re exaggerating

He can definitely feel your genuine fear and thus is able to act quickly

Straight up carries you to the safest point and stays with you at all times, soothing you and trying to help you calm down

He’d even take you to his room after things have calmed down so you don't have to be all by yourself

He’d read you to sleep, or at least until you feel calmer!

Asmodeus

Very afraid of earthquakes too

But not enough to stay frozen in place

His first reaction (besides yelling “earthquake!”) is to grab your wrist and dash out of the building

Hugs you and gently pets your hair as the floor beneath you moves, trying to soothe you

He won't let go of you even after everything calms down

He'll take you to his room with the excuse of having a self care day after all that stress

It’s his way of making sure you are okay

Beelzebub

It’s been said in the story that Beel’s stomach rumbling has been confused with an earthquake…

Maybe does not notice at first, until he quite literally smells your fear

That's all it takes for him to enter into a very protective mood. He’ll scoop you up into his arms and will either take you to a safe place or fly to stay away from the ground

He doesn’t need to ask about your reasons to be so afraid; probably you don't want to talk about it

He'll stay with you as long as you need it, no questions asked

He will protect you.

Belphegor

For the love of Lord Diavolo and the Heavenly Father, I SWEAR he is one of the people that isn't even woken up by the alarm NOR the movement

Probably the one that says to just “stay where you are and wait until it passes”

Genuinely and deadass will stay in his bed unless you drag him out of it

Will only take it seriously once he notices how scared you really are

Along Beel, he makes sure you are safe

After the floor stops moving and you can go back into the HoL, he helps you fall asleep and makes sure you get a good sleep, without nightmares

[7pink-prin-cess7]

Everyone listen to me!!!!!!

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

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

[gloryofluv]

Burning of the Façade Ch 6

I have forgotten to post the last 4 chapters (oops) hehehe it's getting a bit steamy!

[zephyrchama]

You ran a hand through Lucifer’s hair. It was glossy like his feathers, and just a little oily.

“I think your hair is thinning. Must be from all the stress.”

Lucifer grumbled something in response. You couldn’t make it out on account of his face being buried in your chest. You couldn’t see much of him at all, aside from the top of his head. You used your fingers to brush his hair to the right, then to the left, then back again. If you lifted his bangs, he would nuzzle in closer until the light couldn’t reach his eyes anymore.

It wasn’t often that Lucifer pulled you into his lap like this. It caught you off guard, how he’d suddenly tug your arm and lift your legs off to the side of his chair. By then there was no escape. He would lock his arms around your back and find solace in resting his head on your front.

Lucifer didn’t speak much during these breaks, but you were free to talk about whatever was on your mind. He would listen. It was soothing. Sometimes you felt his lips turn up or his eyelids flutter. He would regain his composure after a few minutes and then you would be free to go, like nothing ever happened.

You were busy picking dust off Lucifer’s shoulder when Asmodeus walked into the room. He did knock, but didn’t wait for an answer before whining, “Luciferrr! Hey! Have you seen my bag? The blue one with a long gold chain? It’s brand new and I can’t find it.”

You craned your neck to greet the visitor. A deep sigh sent shivers up your spine. Lucifer begrudgingly lifted his face just enough to peer over your shoulder. Asmodeus was met with the glaring sight of narrowed red eyes silently cursing him. If looks could kill, this would. The arms around you coiled tighter.

“I’m busy.” Lucifer’s voice was cold and filled with contempt.

“I can see that! Make sure you save some for me.” Asmodeus thought you two sure looked cozy. He looked over the room with a big sigh. “Well, my bag’s not in here anyway. I’ll see you later!” He winked and then he was gone.

It was quiet. Lucifer returned to his original position with a growl. His cheeks squished into your skin as he dug his forehead back under your neck. A finger traced small circles into your back.

“Keep acting like that and you’ll go bald,” you told him.

[diagonal-queen]

Ooo may I ask for Leviathan, Satan, Mammon, Asmodeus, and Solomon with a clumsy!reader that just smiles and apologizes after accidentally hurting themselves?

Like reader could almost split their head in two on their way back home and they would just smile and brush it off as if a part of their head isn't bleeding profusely-

If you're not comfy with this, I respect that! Have a nice week!:3

-🎧

With a clumsy S/O

♡ characters: Mammon, Leviathan, Satan, Asmodeus, Solomon x gn!Reader

♡ synopsis: you're just silly and clumsy and they're worried about you </3

♡ cw: Swearing, bruises, cuts, scrapes, falling over on the fuckign floor, blood

note: wow my first obey me req!! how silly and fun. you guys don't know the joy i felt when i went to my follower page and saw a bunch of OM pfps, you guys are so cool! should i download nightbringer or nah (i was gonna do it when it first came out but i saw the 3d models and got scared) apologies for errors and i hope you enjoy x

Mammon:

You're going to give him a fucking aneurysm

Mammon loves you so much, like this man is WHIPPED, so if you ever get hurt all of his protective instincts kick in

He's overprotective even if you don't get hurt. If it looks like you're in any kind of danger, he's right by your side anyway worrying about you like a devoted puppy

And then when you inevitably do get hurt, you *apologise* for it? Even though you're literally dying (he thinks)???? He's not having it!!

While he'll definitely chide you while he helps you recover, he's really just trying to cover up the fact that he's unbelievably worried about you. Pride isn't his sin but damn if he doesn't have way too much of it

It doesn't matter how many times this happens, he never gets used to it. And every single time he demands you don't apologise, but also demands that you be more careful not to do it again, lol

There is also a small part of him that does not want you to get hurt because he's the one who's been tasked with supervising you, and he knows Lucifer will ground his ass if he finds out you've sustained moderate injury (or worse. confiscate goldie)

He sometimes wonders how you can possibly be so nonchalant about it, because you're a fragile little human!! how aren't you more worried??!?!?!

Honestly this mf is such a hypocrite because i KNOW his ass is clumsy as shit too, but it's not okay when you do it because he loves you, and he doesn't like seeing his loved ones get hurt. So you better not keep letting yourself get hurt, got it??

Leviathan:

Do you want me to be honest? Do you really want me to be honest??

After a while, he would just start filming you whenever you fall and making compilations of you eating absolute shit

Like, clearly it doesn't bother you. After the first few times where he gets all frantic and jittery, he learns not to take it too seriously

(Unless you genuinely injure yourself of course, which he'll panic about regardless of how you react)

Every time he sees anyone get hurt, in any way, ever, he'll point and be like 'haha babe that's you'

He doesn't want you to sit in his gaming chair because he knows you'll roll around in it and then inevitably fall down, damaging both you and the chair in the process

Levi would never admit this, but the more you hang out in his room, the more blankets and pillows he leaves on the ground where you guys sit to watch anime/game together. Claims it's to make you more comfortable but mostly because he doesn't want you to get hurt while he's watching you

He's so used to you wandering into his room, bloody palms/head/knees, that he begins to keep a first aid kit in there for you (he would also totally buy you anime-themed bandaids let's be honest)

His biggest struggle with all of this at the end of the day is when you enter his room while he's livestreaming and the chat starts spamming about the fucked up bloody ghostly spirit in the background and he has to be like 'no that is the loml actually'

Satan:

Satan is so normal ❤️ he's so Studio Ghibli man coded and I'll die on this hill

If you come home bleeding, he'll do all the classic romantic shit for you. I'm talking the gently cleaning your wounds, bandaging you up, making you warm tea, reading to you while you rest in his bed AUGH 😩

He'll ask you to please try to be careful and stay safe from now on, because he just couldn't ever get anything done constantly worrying about you the way he does.

You always promise to try and be more careful, but that promise is, somehow, never kept (he lets it slide because he's a sweetie)

When you two are cuddling in bed together he'll gently caress and trace his fingers over your assorted bruises and healing scrapes

Satan doesn't let you apologise for hurting yourself, either. He reassures you that it's okay, but he really does just want you to keep safe and well

He is willing to carry you sometimes to avoid you slipping. He'll also make sure you stay away from sharp objects and he'll idiot-proof his bedroom so you can spend time in there. This man will take no chances because he wants to hang out with you that much

Satan catches you if you trip because he's romantic like that. Tbh he's been so conditioned into expecting it that he's always on alert whenever he leaves the house with you

Congratulations, you pavlov'd the devil into being gentle and caring. Do with this new power what you will, but for the love of god please be more careful

Asmodeus:

You are actively driving up his concealer consumption because he keeps having to USE it all on you because you won't stop BRUISING

Dabbing some of it over a hickey he gave you is one thing. This is unreasonable, he says, it's ridiculous!

Asmo is so worried you'll get some kind of infection, so he's so careful when he does your makeup. He has alcohol wipes and warm cloths to clean your cuts and bruises and everything

He begins carrying bandaids with him just in case. He's really gentle when he puts them on, it's basically an intimate ritual between the two of you at this point

Tbh though he does love to pamper you, so he doesn't mind spending his time undressing you, washing you, cleaning you up and then cuddling you for the whole night (among other things- this is Asmo we're talking about)

You genuinely have nothing to worry about either, because you could just be a walking bruise and Asmo would still think you're the cutest human in the three realms. He'll still participate in an unacceptable amount of PDA regardless of how hurt you are and that's the Asmodeus guarantee

He's really way more worried about you than you are. He *insists* that you're more careful, because if you were to get seriously injured or die, then who oh who would go clothes shopping with him then?? Who would he have to do makeup on? Whose nails would he have to paint? The absolute horror

(What a drama queen lmao)

My mans is not beating the down bad allegations anytime soon, but he doesn't care because his precious little lamb is hurt!! And he can't have that, not at all.

Solomon:

Lowkey unbothered

You think this dude has lived 200+ years to not know healing spells? Nah. You wander up to him and he's just like 'tut tut. why are you like this' and fixes you right up

It's not that he's fine with seeing you hurt−he's not−but he takes little time to get used to it, and being as powerful as he is he knows he can just heal you

He kind of secretly enjoys being your healer. He likes the way you rely on him for that kind of thing, because let's be real he's got a dom thing. Don't lie to yourselves folks.

Whenever he sees a new mark on your body he'll sigh and ask what happened, more out of mild amusement than exasperation. If you're too embarrassed to answer he'll chuckle but not press further

Solomon is a teaser. He'll tease you about this, and there's nothing you can do about it. What are you gonna do? Tell Lucifer? They don't have a PACT (lmfao suck it)

(This is gonna be very embarrassing for me if it turns out they did make a pact in nightbringer and i don't know because i just never fuckin played it)

Anyway, you notice that as time goes on, whenever Solomon holds your hand, his grip gets just that little bit tighter. Like Satan, he is always prepared

Maybe he really is secretly worried about you. Who knows? Solomon is a wild card, but if there's one thing to be sure of, it's that he'll always be there to help heal you no questions asked.

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