#so what if the gang ends up in the Devildom?

[typingdyslexiaisathing]

Obey Me! crossover idea with Trigun! (becuz I love Trigun with all my heart <3)

Vash and Wolfwood and the Insurance Girls end up in the Devildom.

Vash is an angel. (beloved best boy) Wolfwood is a vampire. (you know why)

Insurance Girls are human exchange students. Millie is Luke's best friend and fellow baker. Meryll is buds with Simeon and Solomon.

Knives is also an angel but he chooses to not show up on screen.

Wolfwood and Beelzebub are weight lifting bros. Vash and Satan tend to read together a lot. Meryll gets annoyed a lot by Asmodeus (but she low key thinks he's funny). Luke becomes Millie's official guardian angel. So Simeon tends to hang around Millie and check in on her. Vash and Leviathan are ride or die gamer buddies. While Meryll and Lucifer are the serious duo.

[irishmammonagenda]

Operation get Satan to Murder You! Part Two! **NOT CLICKBAIT**

by Sheeptastic summary: you attempt a viral devildom challenge :3 word count: 2.3K warnings: OOC characters i havent played obm since november 2024 gng </3

dividers by @/sister-lucifer

The video was glaring, colourful, and utterly bizarre looking. Appearing closer to Human Realm Social Media marketing than to the Devildom's. The demon paused their scrolling and hummed.

Another 'Get the Avatar of Wrath to Murder You' challenge? Ugh. It was seen as one of the most deadly challenges out there. It had been done down to the bare bones at this point. Sending demons to Devildom hospital in droves.

That's not what caught their interest though. What was so interesting was the person who had made the video. MC.

The Devildom's very own famous human.

A human, doing a challenge like that?

Interesting.

They clicked on the video and, like all videos when you have good wifi, it started playing.

"Hello Nemos and Emos! What is up?!" You grin cheekily at the camera set up on your vanity, before looking sheepish, rubbing a hand behind your neck. "So, my last attempt at this challenge failed horribly and I ended up stuck for hours....."

You bristle before waving your arms, looking wide eyed at the camera. "But alas, my unholy brothers and unholy sisters. Today I shall triumph over evil! I shall complete Operation Get The Avatar of Wrath to Murder Me Challenge! And I'll complete it so well Asmo and Levi will have to retrieve this camera from my dead body and make a found footage youtube video out of it after editing! Thanks gang!"

As you say that, pink text appears on screen, "You're welcome MC ;)." Orange appears right after it, "NP ROFL :3"

Your grin widens as you grab the camera into your hands and stand up, the footage is shaky and unfocused for a second before refocusing in on your cheeky smile. "Now, let the challenge commence!"

You pause.

"Also don't forget to like, comment and subscribe."

The clip cuts.

The black screen slowly fades into an all white room, reminiscent of an interrogation room. You hold a pink microphone in your hands, staring pointedly at the tanned man sitting across from you.

"Considering I'm about to probably die, I've brought in an expert. The man, the myth, the legend! Jesus Christ himself!" You grin.

The man gives the camera a polite smile, dark brown eyes glistening with a light in them that could only be described as benevolent.

"Hello."

"So! Jesus, what are your thoughts on the Get the Avatar of Wrath to Murder You Challenge?" You ask, leaning forward and speaking into the microphone that was definitely off.

Jesus hums, scratching the light stubble on his chin. He lean forward as you bring the microphone towards him, dark waves and soft curls falling forward onto his face as he does so. "Yeah.....I'd say actively goading a demon to kill you is a bad idea....but you have free will I guess."

"You don't sound very pleased about this, Mr Christ." You expertly deduce, glancing into the camera for dramatic effect.

Said dramatic effect never comes. You just look like you badly tried to imitate The Office.

"....Well not really." He replies, voice as soft as summer rain. "But it's not like I'm going to actively stop you. Although to anyone watching this who isn't MC, please don't attempt this challenge...."

You grin, "Well you heard it here folks! This idea is stupid, but Jesus is too kind to say that outright!"

The man in question just sighs, soft curls framing his olive toned face like a halo as he pinches the bridge of his hooked nose.

The camera, once more, fades to black.

Text appears on the screen.

CHALLENGE STATUS: NOT YET STARTED.

You hum a tune to the camera as you scribble down notes. It’s clear from your uniform and the ornate bookshelves in the background that you’re in RAD library. You grip the camera and hide it in your books, whispering softly.

"My partner in crime who is actually not my partner in crime and might hang me from the ceiling for a while is set to arrive at any moment-"

As if on cue, you jump when a gloved hand is placed on your shoulder. Only to relax when the demon sits down beside you, an almost bored look in his crimson eyes.

"Hello MC." He nods quietly, making eye contact with the camera that was supposed to be super hidden and raising a perfectly groomed eyebrow.

"Hi Luci!" You say, loud enough so that a certain blond haired demon who happened to be studying a couple tables away would definitely be able to hear you.

The demon smiles, "So what did you request my presence for?"

You pout. "....Well I hear that next wednesday....there's a big prank planned.....-" You say placing a hand to your forehead like a sickly victorian aristocrat.

Lucifer sighs, brows furrowing as he pinches his hooked nose. "Oh really?" He mutters, unamused.

"Yep! But before you erm...-...try to hang me from the ceiling....remember that it's treason to harm me as a human exchange student!-"

"....MC."

You glance at Lucifer's deadpan, and grin, chuckling nervously. "I, being the sneakiest sneaking sneaker that I am, have stolen the blueprints..." You say watching from the corner of your eye as Satan stiffens and his head perks up.

You gulp, rummaging through your page and producing the blueprints, the Avatar of Pride grasps them with a surprising amount of grace and scans through them.

"....Interesting." Is all the raven-haired demon says. You blink away the emerald stare pinning you down from a table away. "Thank you MC...I suppose you should be deserving of some sort of reward...." The Avatar of Pride gives you an impish smile that's more of a smirk anyway, eyes narrowed almost playfully.

With that he leaves, as gracefully and silently as he came. No doubt to guzzle fifteen cups of coffee and overwork himself which isn't very graceful, but you digress.

After watching the scariest member of the House of Lamentation leave the library, you turn to the second scariest, who is currently glaring you down in said library.

You give him a smile and a wave, his deadly glare softens ever so slightly and he gives you a measured wave back, mouthing something that looked suspiciously like, "Payback Time."

You gulp like a cartoon villain and turn back to your studies. No God or Demon could save you from Solomon's god awful revision sessions if you failed Sorcery 101 again. Last time he made you help a three headed gecko give birth.

You shudder at the thought.

The screen goes black.

CHALLENGE STATUS: PENDING...

You hum as you hop down the grand staircase, letting out an inhumane screech as you fall, the camera clattering behind you.

Silence is heard for a few moments, before you groan, picking up the camera, but staying on the ground.

You wince. "Hopefully Asmo or Levi will edit that out. Geez...."

Text appears on the screen.

No we won't ;)

imagine falling i would ROFL but ur already on the floor L

You groan, standing up and rubbing your hip. "That was embarrassing...." You mutter, continuing on your quest to get some coffee and finally work on the assignment you'd been procrastinating for a week.

You stepped into the kitchen, set down your camera on the counter, --- still recording--- and turned on the instant Devil Bean Coffee Machine waiting for it to spurt out into your mug. As the appliance makes a rhythmic humming, the kitchen door opens once more.

You watch in the camera as Satan stands in the doorway, a black and red box in hand. The corner of his lips quirking up when he spots you. "...Oh hey MC. I just got some Human World style cupcakes. Would you like one?"

You look over to him, watching as the blond sets the box down on the kitchen counter, taking out a particularly cat themed one. No doubt the one that Satan would pick out of the assortment.

You suddenly get a wicked idea.

"...Yeah....They look yummy." You give him a shit-eating grin, picking up the cat-themed cupcake all the while making direct eye contact with him.

Said demon keeps your gaze.

You bring the cupcake to your mouth, licking the frosting off of it, ruining the kitty cat's face.

Satan bristles.

"Wow!" You grin, setting the cupcake down on the counter to grab your cup from the Devil Bean Coffee Machine before it overflows with coffee. "How yummy! Oh...." You smirk like a little shit. "Did you want that one?"

Satan looks at you, gaze unwavering.

You look back.

He stares, unblinking.

You meet his gaze.

He picks up the cupcake you had just set down.

You raise a brow.

His lips quirk upwards, he takes a bite.

"Ew! I just licked that you weirdo-"

Satan takes another bite.

CHALLENGE STATUS: FAILED AND KIND OF GROSS

You sigh, "I was banned from all Anti Lucifer League meetings this week. Mephisto's guarding the door. So there goes that plan...but don't worry I have a plan B that I just came up with five seconds ago."

And so you sneak into Satan's room and steal the book he'd been reading, you set the camera down on the desk as you sneakily sneak it into your backpack, putting your fingers to your lips as you grab the camera and summersault out of his room, knocking into a pile of books on your way out.

"Owwwww....." You hiss rubbing your head, uncaring of the fallen books as you pout and decide to walk the rest of the way out of the Avatar of Wrath's room.

"Meh." You say to the camera as you hide the bag under your bed. "I have a tastetesting video with Mams to film. So I guess I'll just use this clip."

You groan "I'm a full time youtuber dammit!"

And thus a sped up montage of you running into the kitchen occurs. Post-editing cutting a lot of things out. It's not until a yell is heard within the House of Lamentation that the video cuts away from the black screen it had faded to.

You turn to Mammon as you both listen out as Satan screams at Belphegor, asking rather aggressively if the youngest had seen his book.

"He sounds pretty pissed off." Mammon blinks, before taking another bite of a Devilish cupcake. No doubt your favourite new snack, having tried them for the first time that day.

"I'm in danger." you whisper.

"Nah. But I prob'ly am." Mammon nods, before running full speed, as if he was the one that'd stolen the book, which was a good call, seeing as Satan comes bursting into the kitchen not a moment later, demon form out and surrounded by a deathly aura, only to completely melt after seeing you.

His tail flicks around gently, and his lips quirk upwards, the tension in his brows all but fully gone, his voice is softer and a lot less deathly angry. "Oh hello, MC. Have you seen Mammon?"

"Nope." You say, popping the P as you swing your legs up and down on the stool.

"I see...and what do you have there?" The blond points to your Devilish Cupcake, and before you can even react, the demon has grabbed it out of your hand.

"Hey!-" You pout, jaw going slack as he licks a stripe down the middle of your precious cupcake, before offering you a politely menacing smile, as he playfully replies:

"That was revenge."

As he leaves, you look into the camera, eyes wide in disbelief before you groan, placing your head in your hands. "How do I keep failing this challenge."

CHALLENGE STATUS: FAILED AND LEFT WITH A SALIVA INFESTED CUPCAKE. (ALSO GROSS).

"So. I keep failing this dumbass challenge." The camera focuses, capturing you entering a familiar, cozy room with a fucking tree in the middle of it like you’re Penelope of Ithaca or something. But you didn’t design the room, so it wasn't your fault. You continue, your brows furrowing in frustration. "...at this point I should just- oH- what the fuck?!"

You stagger the camera blurs, you quickly turn it around, the lens focuses on a certain blond before falling the the ground like Icarus.

You're nearing the sun.

Satan's lips quirk upwards, "I only came to retrieve my book."

"....Your book...." You repeat. Slowly, so as not to think too hard.

"My book...." Satan nods. "The one I let you borrow last month?"

".....Your book."

You move to your bedside drawers, pulling the book out. As you do so, you get a wicked idea.

The camera angle just about captures the shit-eating grin on your face.

Aware of the demon's eyes on you; you open the book and do the unthinkable.

You dog ear a page.

Satan's eyes glow, a sharp, pointed smile carved into his face. "Oh, you shouldn't've done that...."

That's all you hear before you're falling, limbs flailing at odd angles, before hitting the plush blankets of your bed. Your ankle is not as lucky. Hitting a branch instead.

Why couldn't you have a normal bed.

You gargle, making a rather undignified sound (as the old victorian woman in your nightmares would say) "...Satan. Let me up."

"No. Die."

Text appears on the screen, before a timelapse begins:

THIS SHIT GOES ON FOR NINE HOURS. YOU'RE WELCOME.

"Satan." You groan, having woken up, trying to stretch.

"Nope, this is your punishment" The blond grumbles, "Would've been worse if that book wasn't actually Lucifer's."

"Lemme up" You whine, hitting his back.

"Nope."

"I'm gonna suffocate!"

"Good."

When you do finally get your camera back, your hair is slept in, and your clothes are wrinkled. You pout. "Operation was a fail. I blame Derek Wisconsin of Illinois."

CHALLENGE STATUS: FAILED. MISERABLY.

----------------------------Comment Section---------------------------

666morelike420blazeit: theyre so cute!

MC_FAN201: why do you keep attempting this challenge MC?!

AntiLuciferLeague: You should try this new challenge! It's called therapy! 🙂

orangejuiceluvr: bro havent so many lower level demons been sent to the hospital for this challenge😧🙏

ineverlie: this was definetley clickbait.

hi sorry for the long break, blame the ao3 authors' curse, and also writers block, i also drew stuff for this as an apology

also sorry if any of this is ooc i havent played obm since 2024

this is for @/seerachii-art who requested this in november 2024 and has super duper cool art that everyone should look at. bro can draw men. (geniunely i cant draw men so this is actually very impressive to me)

[rae-writes]

just a few more

Diavolo, Barbatos, Mephisto + two bonus characters // 3.k wc

     *disclaimer: this is written as poly!romantic mc + all dateables

not only did Mc bag the seven lords of hell, they also ended up bagging the prince, his butler, and his highest ranking noble. Yk, as they should.

a/n : we’re gonna pretend Diavolo didn’t say he couldn’t form a pact with us just bc he’s the prince/future king because I think that’s a load of shi—

It all started with you mentioning how pretty you thought Barbatos’ pact was. You said it casually- in passing- when you and the brothers had been over for tea. They were all fighting (with the exception of Lucifer and maybe Beel and Satan) over who’s pact mark looked the best when you dropped the bomb.

“Come oooon, Mc! You don’t havta pick a favorite or anythin’, just tell us which one looks the best!”

“That’s the same thing, moron!” 

“OI!”

Smiling, you picked the choice least likely to start a fight, “I think Barbatos has a pretty sigil. Solomon showed me once.” Yep- there definitely wasn’t any room to argue when they all had their jaws on the floor. 

Oh, but you sent a shock of heat straight through Barbatos, who was the last one expecting your particular reply. 

Not even the uproar from the brothers or the shit eating grin from his master could make that heat dim. In fact, it only grew stronger at the mischievous smile you sent him.

And then you showed up on the castle’s doorstep, bruised and bleeding, while crying out his name. 

“B-bar— Barba-tos! Barbatos!” it was the only coherent thing he could decipher as he watched you sob violently into his chest, fist clutching his shirt so hard he almost thought it’d rip. 

You’d been in the Devildom for so long now, it was a shock that anything could scare you this badly- but when you managed to choke out that a group of demons ganged up on you, the butler felt searing hot threads of possessiveness and rage grip at him. 

They’d touched you- hurt you. You were probably crying out for him while you fought your attackers and he didn’t hear it. He couldn’t hear it.

The final blow to his wavering resolve came only an hour later : 

“Why didn’t you call one of the brothers? You could’ve gotten fatally wounded if you hadn’t been using your magic.” He was scolding you. 

And you were smiling. “I didn’t want one of them at the time. I wanted you.” 

…oh. 

“B-rb…Ba-rb-os…Barbatos!” 

He blinked, staring at you blankly, “Huh?” Did he really just space out? 

“I said I’m sorry for worrying you and putting my life in danger. I’ll be more careful next time and call on my pacts.” 

Your pacts. Pact. “May I have the pleasure of entering a pact with you?” 

Surprised, you stared at Barbatos like he had three heads for a moment. “Me? A p-pact with me? But I thought—“ 

Barb interrupted by grasping your hands and bringing them to his lips, “If you think I do not trust you, I must ask you to think again.” 

You watched him press your intertwined hands against his chest, where his heart is, before he was leaning closer- closer than he’d ever been. 

“I trust you, Mc. Do you trust me?”

Voice nothing more than a whisper and without a trace of hesitation, “Yes. I’ll make a pact with you- I want to make a pact with you.” 

Barbatos’ eyes darkened ever so slightly as he gave you a genuine smile, “Excellent.”

Then his lips were on yours and your hands broke apart so he could cup your face while yours went straight to his hair and you could faintly feel the tingle of your new bond but kissing him felt too surreal for you to even begin deciphering where it was located. 

7 -> 8

†

Mephisto was certain he only tolerated you due to your closeness with the seven brothers and his lord- it’s all anybody heard him run his mouth about when you were mentioned. But when he got scolded by his kid brother for saying such things about you, he simply decided he had to see what everyone saw in you- and boy, was he straight up beat down with the realization. 

“Good morning, Mc.” 

Without even questioning why he was suddenly speaking to you out of the blue, you smile brightly and stop walking, “Morning, Mephisto! I like your tie, is that one new?” 

He blinks in surprise— you…noticed? “Yes, it is. I thought I might change things up every now and then.” 

“It’s pretty! Like you!” Not even embarrassed at such a bold comment, you point in the direction of the newspaper club’s office (which was opposite of the student council’s- where you were supposed to be going), “I’ll walk you to your office so we can talk some more, yeah? I don’t get to see you much!” 

One day he caught you taking care of his little brother and the feelings just intensified. 

“Now, now, none of that. You’ll make your eyes all swollen-“ you wiped away the boy’s tears, “and then your little head will hurt-“ your hand ruffled his hair playfully, “and we can’t have that, can we?” 

Mephisto watched you carefully doctor his brother’s scraped knee, not noticing his feet were moving until he was right beside you.

Smiling at the excited ‘big brother!’, you glance up in acknowledgment before placing a bandaid over the injury. “All better!” You kiss his knee, giving him another on the forehead before helping him stand. 

And as you and Mephisto watch the younger demon run off with a wave, he can’t help but feel the slightest bit miffed at the kisses you’d given said demon. It must’ve shown too, because—

“Oh, ‘Phisto,” you couldn’t stop giggling, even after you’d grabbed his face and pulled him down, “If you want a kiss, all you have to do is ask.” 

You kissed him on the cheek, patting it afterwards, before leaving with a grin (and leaving him behind with a blush and a hint of possessiveness). 

Not even a full week after that, Mephisto quickly decided that you simply couldn’t go any longer without it. 

“Form a pact with me.” He stamped down the urge to shuffle nervously under your surprised stare, “..please?” 

Your expression slowly morphed into a giddy smile, “I’d love to make a pact with you, ‘phisto.” Feeling the familiar warmth of the forming sigil, you beamed at him. 

He could feel it too; the bond threading itself together— his first (and only) pact. “Mc…” his tongue felt like lead but he knew what he wanted. All he had to do was ask. “May I have a kiss?” 

“As many as you want.” You sounded breathless as you brushed over his lips with your own, connecting them eagerly once he grabbed onto your hips. 

He nearly jumps when you grab onto his tie, though he steels himself and pulls you even closer, not daring to break the kiss for more than a couple seconds at a time. Now that he’s felt this…Mephisto doesn’t think he can live without it. 

8 -> 9

†

Your pact with Diavolo, while he truly wanted to have that relationship and bond with you, mostly happened due to childish jealousy. He’d dealt with your happy ramblings about your pact with Barbatos for months, but then…

“Another pact? With Mephisto? How ever did you manage that?” 

Either you didn’t notice the strain in Diavolo’s voice or you simply didn’t bother pointing it out, your smile stayed as you hummed happily. 

“I didn’t really do anything. ‘Phisto just came up to me all of a sudden and asked to make a pact.” 

“He asked?” If Diavolo wasn’t bothered before, he sure was now. Mephistopheles in a pact? It was simply unheard of, and now, he was the only demon in your group without a pact with you. “I see…”

It was such a petty feeling, because truly, he was thrilled for all of his friends— Diavolo just felt undeniably left out despite no one treating it that way [but him].

“I swear if the four of you stubborn bastards don’t take a break, I’ll make you!” giving a deadpan stare, you crossed your arms and stood in front of the demons seated at the student council table. 

Mephisto relented immediately, having heard of what exactly you can do with your pacts, and chose to go get some coffee. Lucifer- after a quick staredown- followed the noble, but not without leaving a kiss on your hand in silent ‘thanks’. Barbatos and Diavolo, however, remained in their spots.

“I appreciate the sentiment, Mc, but we really must finish; these are documents for RAD’s-”

“Barbatos. Take a break.” you watched his hands release the papers involuntarily, smiling at his incredulous stare, “At least go eat something. Please.” when Barb reluctantly stood from his chair, you turned to Diavolo and leaned to rest your forehead against his. “Just because I can’t make you, doesn’t mean you’re exempt from this. Up- come on.” 

And while his heart was practically beating out of his chest at the care you showed for him, that ugly jealousy still churned inside him at the clear display of difference in your relationships between him and the others. 

Everything finally bubbled over the day you confessed to him :

“Apologies, Mc, but could you…repeat that?” 

Ducking your head to hide the flush of your cheeks, you fiddled with your fingers, “I like you, Dia- if that wasn’t already obvious, and Barbatos and a few of the others agreed that I should tell you and ask if you’d like to date me too…”

Diavolo answered a bit too fast and desperate for his liking, “Yes! I-I mean, yes, I would be overjoyed to be in a relationship with you, Mc.” 

“But?” you squinted, knowing something was- and had been for a while- on his mind. “What’s wrong? You’ve been like this for weeks.”

“Nothing is wrong, I just…” Follow his heart or follow the rules? “I just want to be in a pact with you like all the others.” he averted his eyes, feeling childish when he spoke those feelings aloud. 

You only giggled, “That’s it, huh? I would love to enter a pact with you, Dia. Wait- are you even allowed? As the prince and future king, I mean?”

As soon as you agreed, his hands were already cupping your face, “I don’t care-” his lips finally, finally met yours as his feet began moving, walking you backwards until you hit the wall, “-I decide what I want and I’ve wanted you for so long, been jealous of the others for so. long.”

With the pact etching itself into your skin, you couldn’t deny him anything in that moment, completely enamored with the way Diavolo was practically begging for you, still, even though he already had you. 

9 -> 10

+bonus

When Simeon fell completely, wings black and horns protruding from his head, he desperately needed something to ground him while he worked through his new body and new status. 

“They’re so pretty, Si.” You were brushing through his wings softly, smiling at the contrast it brought to your glittery nails, “Your horns, too.” 

Simeon shifted, nervous despite your words at letting anyone else see his new form. “Do you really think so?” his spine straightened at the feeling of your lips pressing kisses down his back. 

“I do. You’re so beautiful- angel, human, or demon.” Nuzzling your head into his neck, you smiled against the skin, “In fact, I’m going to have to fight off so many demons just to keep you to myself.”

That made him chuckle, body relaxing into yours easily, “Nonsense…that might be quite a sight, though.” 

Adjusting wasn’t hard— he thinks he had an easier time at it than the brothers, but he couldn’t help but feel something was missing.

It was difficult to not fiddle with his outfit, but in Simeon’s defense, this was his first time at one of Diavolo’s formal parties as a demon— and the first time everyone saw his demon form. 

Tsking, you gently slapped his hands away and re-straightened his shirt. “Don’t pay any attention to the staring. You’re just too pretty to look away from.” 

He knew it was because, in all technicalities, he was a fallen angel, even if he’d been human before this. But he also knew that if anyone was an expert in unwanted spotlight attention, it was you. 

“I’ll try not to, thank you, Mc.” Simeon smiled at your pleased expression, “May I have this first dance?” 

As the night went on, he watched you dance with the other nine demons (and with the other members of Purgatory Hall). Everything was like it always was- nothing changed after he became a demon. Still though….

“Simeon!” you called out with a bright smile, hand waving him over to join the dancing circle you, Mammon, and Asmo had created. 

He felt as if there was something absent in him, something he couldn’t describe. “I’m coming.” 

Finally, Simeon figured out the missing puzzle piece. 

Laying with you, clad in only your underwear, always brought him a sense of love and tranquility. He simply couldn’t get over how vulnerable and exposed you were willing to be around him.

“Siiimeonnn~” you sang, laughing when his eyes fluttered sleepily. Your fingers carded through his hair, making him hum in delight, and you hummed right back at the faint feeling of his nails tracing over your pacts. 

He continues to trace the slightly raised skin, not thinking too much about it until you mumble something about how he’s always had a fascination for the marks adorning your body. At that, Simeon sits up quickly, all traces of tiredness gone.

You follow his lead worriedly, “Simeon? What’s-”

“Make a pact with me. Please, Mc, please, I don’t think I’ve ever wanted anything more- I knew something was missing when I became a demon and now I know it’s because everyone else is bonded to you but me. I couldn’t have that with you as an angel or human but I can now. Please, Mc, allow me to be selfish just this once.”

“Oh, Si…” there was an undeniable warmth blooming in your chest. “You never needed a pact to feel bonded to me— you’ve always been perfect the way you are.” 

Simeon let out a shaky breath, allowing you to shift closer while his heart thumped wildly in anticipation. 

You moved even closer, and closer still, until you were practically in his lap. “You can be as selfish as you want with me. I’m yours, and now-“ your lips brushed, “-you belong to me, in turn. I’m honored you trust me enough for this, Simeon, of course I’ll make a pact with you.” 

And although your lips have met in this dance time and time again in the past, and will surely do the same in the future, it still sent shivers down his spine and heat to his face. 

When his hands move to trace your pacts out of habit again, his is the first he finds- guided by your own hands- and devils does that make Simeon’s head spin; he’s finally complete.

10 -> 11

++extra reverse!bonus [no specific demon form]

For someone with 72 pacts and ongoing shameless attempts at getting Lucifer into one, it surprisingly didn’t occur to Solomon once you became a demon (in his defense, he was more focused on your well being and adjustment). 

“You need to stop scratching, Mc. I know it itches, but you’re going to get an infection. You’ll get used to them eventually.” 

While he was lecturing, you were practically boneless in his lap, keening as he softly rubbed your horns and applied ointment on the irritated areas. 

“Are you even listening to me?” He huffed in false annoyance, feeling a smile fight its way onto his face when you whined at the loss of his touch. 

Nudging your head against his hand, you stubbornly huffed right back. “Yes. Don’t be mean- feels good. You're so sweet to me…” 

“Don’t get used to it, darling apprentice. You’ll learn how to do this yourself eventually, too.” 

And while you did in fact get the hang of caring for your own demon form, you simply enjoyed when he did it instead. 

“You know, each of the ten demons you have wrapped around your finger would jump at the chance to help you.” 

You hummed in agreement, curling in on yourself at the blissful feeling of Solomon grooming your extra appendage(s). 

He lifts a brow, “And yet I’m still called, why? No complaints here of course, but I am curious.” 

“Want you.” Stretching, you shift onto his lap to be closer, “Don’t you want me anymore, Sol?” 

Solomon inhales sharply, tilting his head so you have more room where you’re nipping at his pulse point with your sharpened canines, “Of course I do, Mc.” 

The lightbulb finally goes off in his brain when he catches you glaring at his bare upper body, to which he’s all too happy to oblige you : 

“What’s with that look?” Based on the tone of his voice, he very well knew what said ‘look’ was for. 

You bared your teeth anyway. “You’re mine.” nails scratched over the pacts on his lower stomach as your hands gripped and prodded at every small inch of bare skin you could see. 

Solomon wanted to see just how possessive a new demon could get. Did you have those instincts yet, especially since he was already yours beforehand? “I am. So why don’t you prove it?” 

“Gladly.” Your voice came out as a low growl, hands finally coming to a stop when your fingers brushed ever so slightly below his belt. “I think mine will go riiight…here.” You pressed down over his pelvis firmly. 

He tried not to stutter, “o-oh?” but he could feel the blush snaking up his face. 

“Make a pact with me, Solomon. ‘S not fair you have so many marks but mine…mine’ll be the prettiest, though…especially on you.” 

“Fuck- yes, I’ll form a pact with you, Mc—“ Solomon’s back arches at your pact etching into his skin, having forgotten the feeling, but the knowledge that it’s yours makes it all the more better. 

“mine, mine, mine. Is this proof enough, or do I need to prove it further?”

[nocreativityfornames]

Random Obey Me! Headcanons Part 2

During the first year of the exchange program and when MC couldn't fend for themselves yet, the only way they were allowed out of the house "alone" was with Cerberus accompanying them. And when I tell you the hellhound did an amazing job at protecting them… all it took was a slightly off-putting stare at MC for it to send back the most terrifying glare and loud growl at the demon eyeing them. These outings of theirs once resulted in a pretty infamous picture going viral, where MC was mindlessly buying ice cream at a stall while Cerberus was beside them giving off the most ominous aura as all its heads glared at someone off-screen. You can imagine all the memes that came from it.

When Satan was a baby he used to have constant nightmares about the war and would always wake up screaming and crying, waking up everyone with him. Because of this Lucifer would have to stay up at ungodly hours of the night trying everything he could to calm him down, having to rock the tiny demon in his arms for hours around the corridors till he eventually went back to sleep. At some point Diavolo suggested that he read for Satan, as it was a less energy-draining method. And although Lucifer didn't really see the point given that Satan was a baby and couldn't even understand words yet, he gave it a shot anyway. It ended up working, to both his relief and surprise.

When Mammon first realized he could both understand and tell crows what to do he thought he was going insane. And the brothers were all sure he was lying when he first told them of his ability, having to see firsthand Mammon order around an army of crows as if it was nothing. They were definitely left speechless that day.

Asmo has a podcast where he mainly talks with other famous influencers from the Devildom and demons in the fashion or music industry. All the brothers participated in an episode at some point, and so did MC, the Purgatory Hall crew, and Diavolo.

If MC has a similar clothing style to Mammon's, he'll let them have the clothes he doesn't use anymore. And there's a TON of them, since he buys so many just out of greed and never bothers wearing them more than two or three times.

A few months into the exchange program Diavolo came up with an idea to have the whole gang ( HoL, Purgatory Hall, and the Demon Lord's Castle ) meet up monthly to hang out, have dinner together, etc. It was another way he found to strengthen the bonds between everyone, and no one was allowed to miss it. In the beginning it was a chore to participate but now everyone gets excited when the end of the month starts coming around and they can meet again.

This one time when the brothers were all drunk playing stupid games together they decided that whoever ended up last would have to get an embarrassing tattoo of whatever the others chose. Belphie lost, and to this day the brothers still crack up whenever they catch a glimpse of the small tattoo on his rib that reads "baby of the family". Belphie always gets pissy about it, making them tease him even more.

(lesson 16 spoilers) I went into more detail about this in another post but I believe MC also carries memories from the Celestial War because of their connection to Lilith. And this is something that brings them closer to Satan, since as mentioned before, he also has memories of that time but from Lucifer's perspective. Aka, trauma bonding ✨

Following the tattoo headcanon, Belphie definitely lied to MC about the rib tattoo at first since they didn't couldn't understand Infernal and didn't know what it said. Man 100% told them it meant something else and made up some deep story behind it to make himself look cool or whatever. But it all came crumbling down when everyone went on a trip to the beach and the brothers brought up his "adorable tattoo". He never felt so embarrassed in his life.

Ever since finding out about pride month, Asmo made it into a thing to visit the human realm every year to celebrate it by going to the biggest parade happening that year. And he always drags the brothers with him, making sure to pick outfits for Belphie, Beel, and Lucifer since none of them know how to "dress properly for pride." He just can't let what happened the first time they went happen again, with everyone at the parade wearing colorful and beautifully elaborate clothing while these 3 looked completely out of place ( Lucifer was wearing a full black suit, just so you have an idea. So yeah, he was sticking out in the crowd like crazy ).

As a joke, every time Father's Day comes up the characters go around giving Lucifer, Barbatos, and Simeon shitty gifts and wishing them "Happy Father's Day". But not Beel, who even though knows everyone's doing it for a bit, still gives them a genuine gift and a sincere smile every time. Because let's be honest, these three deserve some actual acknowledgment for raising their troublesome children-not-children. ( Fun fact: Diavolo gives Barbatos both a gag gift and an actual one, and Luke gives Simeon a gift while trying to make it seem like he's just doing it for the joke, though it's obvious he means it. )

Long ago when anime wasn't a thing yet Levi used to be obsessed with marine life. He had extensive knowledge of it and would be pulling random ocean facts out of nowhere and leaving everyone confused. And he absolutely loved sharks, like, you know those people that'll go into great detail to explain why our perception of sharks is fucked and they're actually sweethearts? Yup, that was Levi. Also, if you said your favorite animals were dolphins? Oh, you'd be seeing the most disgusted look show up on his face. ( He'd too explain that dolphins are evil and why you shouldn't like them at all, completely ruining your view of them )

Since Asmo, Beel, and Levi are represented by cold-blooded animals ( a scorpion, a fly, and a serpent ) I headcanon that they can't generate a lot of body heat and touching their skin when it's cold would feel like coming in contact with freezing ice and definitely not the move if you're looking for warmth. Lucifer, Mammon, Satan, and Belphie though? These 4 become MC's personal heaters when winter comes around, and you better bet they're demanding cuddles from all of them ( cold-blooded gang be jealous as fuck of this ).

Solomon puts weird shit on what he cooks on purpose just to fuck with everyone. His grandpa ass finds it absolutely hilarious how everyone tries to keep him away from the kitchen at all costs while simultaneously doing everything to avoid outright saying his cooking is terrible because they don't want to hurt his feelings. Because come on, how does a man who's lived this long on his own not know how to cook? He can follow strict instructions to make the weirdest potions ever but not a recipe to make a simple dinner? Nah, I don't buy it. He definitely knows how to cook and does a decent job at making food for himself when he wants to.

[inhuman-obey-me]

Trouble in Gambler's Paradise

What's this? We actually got a little bit of political intrigue in Nightbringer Lessons 51 + 52 amid all the usual shenanigans? In our OM?! It's...not as likely as we wish, but we did get some!

(spoilers for NB Lessons 51 and 52 below the cut)

A quick recap: Our entire cast is going to Meowcao to fulfill Mammon's wish after he won in the RAD Science Fair for Devildom Geography. They have the entire town reserved for three days thanks to Diavolo, as he is a major shareholder for the Three-Legged Crow Group, which powers most of the technology in Meowcao. Him being the Demon Prince is probably also part of it, though what we find out makes this all the more interesting.

MC, the brothers, and the Purgatory Hall gang all arrive in Meowcao and end up getting roped into a game -- they have to gamble their souls. While that sounds about right for the Devildom, it's quickly made clear that this is an unusual request and we're now in danger.

For once, this particular situation is not due to some curse but happens because Meowcao is actually home to a considerable number of demons that oppose the Demon King. We find this out from Diavolo himself as he travels with Barbatos, Thirteen, and Mephistopheles to catch up with the others in Meowcao.

Thirteen and Mephistopheles point out that this makes the trip open to danger, and sure enough, none of them can get in contact with the rest of the cast as we're all trapped in a life-or-death situation.

Something we have a constant gripe with in OM is that we have a very powerful cast, yet somehow they end up in situations that they should all easily be able to get out of -- but thankfully, now and then, the game does give us a logical reason, and this is one of those times. In this case, the reason the magic worked on our cast is because it was originally Diavolo's. He had used magic to set up a fun welcome game for everyone using the three mascots of the Three-Legged Crow Group, but it was then hijacked by the hostile demons.

We were able to escape with our lives thanks to some clever thinking by Belphie, and after reuniting with the entire cast it seems we can all just go and have some fun.

Right?

We're then given the choice between shopping, the theme park, or the casino. Each scenario puts you with different characters, but they all include a similar situation -- a random demon showing up to attack.

In all three scenarios, MC is fortunately able to quickly use their magic to stop the demon. Notably, if you choose shopping, Solomon hones in on the fact that we were able to do it without having to recite an incantation. The demon then gives up and disappears, and we resume doing our fun activities like nothing ever happened.

It's only when MC brings it up the next day that anything gets addressed -- but it's just focused on MC's magic. They note that MC's power is getting stronger, making them susceptible to magic sickness and the potential to lose control. Solomon says he'll be mindful of that in his trainings with you, and tells everyone that they need to keep MC's growing magical power in mind.

You know what we don't talk about though?

The actual attacks!

Sure, the demons were quickly taken care of by MC's attack spell, but you would think there would be a bit more conversation around the fact that our cast was attacked multiple times by hostile demons! And in all three cases of the latter attack, the mystery demon specifically calls out their relationship with "the future Demon King" as the reason for targeting them. Will we see that get addressed in later lessons? The naming of "Demon A" does seem to imply the existence of a "Demon B", "Demon C", etc...so maybe! But given OM's track record, we also wouldn't count on it.

Over the course of OM's story, it's been reiterated that Diavolo's RAD Exchange Program is not heavily favored. Some demons at RAD have slowly come around as they've gotten to know the exchange students, but he is still fighting a constant uphill battle as he tries to forge peace among the Three Realms -- and these recent lessons show that there are still some demons who are ready to take more drastic actions to bring it all to a halt.

[opiopal]

(Alr gang so I technically use a situation/au I put my own mc in for this post, and is written in a way that my mc would be… however I WONT be using she/they for this, I will be using the usual they/them so you guys can enjoy this crappy angsty au in the pov of your mc as well)

can I share a concept/au I have for OM with you guys??? Cause I think it’s pretty cool if I say so myself,

hear me out..(and also sorry if this is already a concept, if it is I just haven’t seen it before lolol) a human becoming “infested” with sin when in the devildom.

now lemme explain:

basically, if a human is in the devildom for a long period of time, a particular sin will begin to fester and leach onto the human. It picks out whatever the human is feeling the strongest, and feeds into that. Kinda turning them into living embodiments of the sin.

now for the example of this idea I shall be using the au of my mc experiencing this, I will also be using the headcanon that devildom food isn’t very appealing to look at,(yes ik it just looks AMAZING in game- but I ADORE the hc of the food actually looking horrifying, and it also adds to the idea I’m about to type so I will be using it)

[[TW for those who may need it: this will involve descriptions of food, food avoidance, borderline ED behavior, attempt of consumption of other people/living creatures, neck injury, and vomit/throwing up, if you are sensitive to any of this PLEASE do not continue further. This WILL NOT be my usual silly or quirky post. ]]

(no it is not as horrible as I’m making it out to be in the TW, however I’d rather you guys assume the worst going in and then be relieved going out.)

Since mc had gotten to the devildom, they… haven’t really been eating much. its not out of rebellion or disrespect as luci claims it to be, but really its out of pickiness… back home they weren’t much of a picky eater, so they never really had this issue before! But all of the food was either an unnatural color, had a horrifying name, had a billion eyes and legs, or was still moving and squirming around! But- they didn’t wanna be rude and ask for something else when they’re only a guest, so they just.. eat what looks like wouldn’t eat them back and try to suck it up.

they’re honestly getting by on school lunches really, there was more options there, but the only thing they could even look at was cut fruit and different breads, so that’s what they ate. They filled up their plate with fruits and breads and just prayed that whatever meat or protein that was made for dinner was something they could stomach eating…

for days and weeks they were always hungry, it gnawed at them from the inside out, it was hard to focus on school, and despite being a fantastic student in the human realm they were pretty average at RAD. Because sitting in class or at the HOL or ANYWHERE AT ALL, all they could focus on was the growing pit in their stomach. as the school year progresses the brothers slowly begin to notice. Maybe mams tries to encourage them to try some ramen he got at the store, or levi offers different kinds of chips, which of course they accept and eat because it’s the closest thing to normal that they have access to. the most concerned out of everyone however, is Beel. He of course joins in on offering mc food and making sure they’re able to eat something, but as time passes he starts to notice something in them. At first he can’t describe it, but they seem.. off.

But one day mc just, suddenly seems to no longer have this worry about what they’re eating- in fact, they’ll eat just about anything! The first time they manage to completely finish a meal the brothers are of course ecstatic, and mc attempts to also be happy about it but they end up rushing off to vomit everything up in the restroom. They hadn’t eaten so much in so long, that when they had finished their plate it was just too much food for their body to handle. Along with that mc just couldn’t ignore the awful bluish hue the food was. Which all together made their stomach churn. But- after that, despite the brothers concerns, they’re almost right back in the kitchen to eat something else.

and this is how it goes for a while, mc ignoring the brothers concerns about their eating habits, and mc slowly beginning to just- eat and eat and eat. But of course their body just can’t handle the rate in which food is coming so they keep throwing up but they just can’t seem to stop. They’re just so so hungry. And they just can’t believe they went this long without something filling their stomach. Eventually they become nearly animalistic at dinner, often forgetting to use utensils and nearly biting anyone who appeared to be reaching for their plate. Really it felt like another Beel had moved in. And the brothers tried to joke about it, maybe attempting to hide their concern, but they could hardly ignore how concerning this behavior is.

One day is particularly horrible for Mc. They just can’t seem to eat enough. They had about four servings at breakfast and still felt painfully empty. They could hardly manage. Snacking in between classes hardly helped, and they often caught themselves spacing out at the people around them. it first started with mammon. Since he was always around they began to notice how… wonderful he smelled. Despite the fact that he was awfully scrawny his stomach and thighs had plenty of meat on them.. no what were they thinking? That’s totally insane!? Why would they even have these thoughts in the first place- but after their sudden intrusive thoughts, they started to scope out everyone they saw. Beel had a lot of muscle and would be hard to get their teeth through.. though a good steak knife would fix that. Besides his stomach area had plenty of amazing tender flabby flesh to work with. Levi had little to no muscle at all. And with how tall he was there was plenty of fat, just more evenly spaced out.

They couldn’t help but drool even at the sight of most of the brothers. Staring at them like they were roasted pigs.

then it finally happened.

a loud high pitched scream rang through the halls of RAD. Students rushing towards and away from the source flooded the halls as they either hid in classrooms or quickly exited them to see what was happening. Of course mammon and luci were the first two there, mammon having just been a classroom away and luci was simply just automatically rushing to break up whatever was happening. And there they were. mc had a student pinned to the ground with their jaw clamped tightly around their neck. Despite the fact that their human teeth were supposed to be nowhere near strong enough to break demon skin- they managed to use enough strength to dig straight in. They jerked their head around like an animal, attempting to rip the chunk of flesh out as the students nails desperately clawed and dug at mc’s shoulders and arms in an attempt to pry them off. quickly the two brothers run over and manage to get mc away from the student, blood quickly splatters onto the ground from both the student and mc, of course mostly from the student, thought the amount that mc spits out of their mouth was enough to make people believe they were secretly vampiric.

the brothers drag mc home and quarantine them in their room, only really allowing Beel inside since he 1: understood this level of hunger, and 2: could very well manage to restrain Mc if they got violent again. It was hard to be upset at them, they were crying and guilt ridden, constantly spewing out that they “didn’t know why they did it- they were just hungry and they couldn’t stop themselves- they don’t know what’s wrong with them-“ so, the brothers didn’t know what else to do rather then keep them home while solutions were being searched for.

thankfully, since the cast of OM is only stupid half of the time, they quickly managed to figure out what is happening and how to solve it. However it was hardly fast enough to avoid poor Beel from becoming covered in bite and claw marks from Mc attempting to eat him whenever he wasn’t looking, though thankfully, since he is a creature full of love, he managed to keep his cool and clam Mc down enough to eat something that isn’t him.

in the end, the brothers(and diavolo&barabtos) make sure that mc gets food that they can stomach, the student they had attacked thankfully made a full recovery(due to being a demon the injury wasn’t too fatal), and yippie!! Yahoo!!! Happy ending and more stuff for luci to loose sleep over!!!!

[betterfettered]

Ok but imagine if the Mc they got was religious.

Like daily prayers, church going. Pretty much full fledged christian ending up in devildom with literal demons.

•Religious!mc who devoted their life to christ getting railed by the demon bros (especially lucifer).

•Religious!mc who was saving themself for marriage can no longer do so after her nights with the boys.

•Religious!mc who wore a cross necklace clutching it around her neck as they get railed from behind.

•Religious mc! who prays for forgiveness after begging for more the night before.

(I’m sorry but corruption kink is top teir + first time doing something like this so idk if it’s like worded correctly)

Anonnamin this ask gels so well with another one that I got about a super sweet MC from my moon anon!

Alright, but imagine this. A cute little reader who is just SUCH a softie Like, they are the type to help old ladies cross the street, volunteer at soup kitchens, work at a bakery, always give the brothers random little gifts that remind them of them, and just wholesome stuff like that. But the poor bby always blames themselves for any problems, like they are such a little ball of sunshine who is always blaming themselves, it's quite sad actually. Like they are always trying to brighten everyone's day and smiling, but if someone even slightly raises their tone at reader, reader will start tearing up and apologizing. They are just such a sweet little thing, and like the entire school absolutely loves them and a lot of people see reader like a little sibling figure. Because of this the brothers absolutely love this innocent cute little reader who only wants to make everyone feel happy and loved, but then their are all the other students at school stealing away reader's attention and protecting reader when they see how obsessive and possessive the brothers are. (Reader has no clue though lol, absentee parental figures gang, don't know what healthy love is ✌) (If the brothers get born mad at reader, reader will cry and isolate themselves because "they aren't enough for them" and "they probably don't wanna deal with me right now", and just close themselves off) Moon anon 🌙

I'm gonna combine the two of them together into an ask about a super saintly MC. 🧚🏿 If you feel like there was something I missed feel free to send in another ask~

It's killing me to imagine a terrified religious!MC waking up and meeting real life villains from the bible LOOOOOL literally wakes up, is introduced to The Actual Lucifer, passes back out again hahahahahha

I mention a trans girl with a dick in this, I don't know if that needs a warning. If you read this and appreciate the warning, please let me know somehow. Otherwise I'm not going to mention this kind of thing again.

(Gn!reader x AMAB!yandere, please let me know if reader is gendered)(noncon)(violence against reader)(gaslighting)(exhibitionism)(drugging)(plus size reader 💖🫡)(blasphemy, but you knew that LOLOL)(18+ readers only please, mdni)(Please let me know if I am missing a TW)[This is fetish content and rape and abuse are disgusting and inexcusable in real life.]

Yandere!Lucifer would soon feel pretty protective over an MC like this, especially because he thinks you're so foolish easily taken advantage of. He would also appreciate how obedient you are, it's so much easier than needing to tell his brothers to do or not do things over and over again. In a sense, he would protect you from things that he would do to you himself: he's not going to let concerned students at RAD take up all of your time because he himself is going to take up all of your time. He's not going to let other people order you around but he certainly is going to order you around. Most importantly, he won't let other people force you to live your life one way or another because you will be living life to his exact specifications.

I think on the other hand that he'd be kind of personally offended by your brand of religiousness. It intrinsically paints him as a bad guy and makes his reasoning out to be unjustified which, even if it weren't a sore spot, contradicts what he likes to believe about himself. I think his real cruelty streak would start to show around how he dismisses your beliefs. The first time you earn yourself a bad punishment from him, he'll be determined to hurt and violate you in ways that you would not have been able to imagine before, shoving toys into you that are way, way too big for only your first time, putting chained clamps on your nipples and tugging them until you are hoarse from screaming, forcing orgasm upon orgasm onto you until you it only hurts, paddling you until you're shaking. He'll ask why your God isn't helping you, but no answer you give him will be the right one (earning a larger toy or maybe another paddle): the real answer is because you like what he's doing to you, it's what you've always wanted, and your God knows that.

Yandere!Mammon would be sooo bad with this kind of MC LOL He's such a scammer that he would completely take you for all you're worth. You'd both end up broke and in trouble because of him LOLLL He has a hard time admitting when he's done something shitty, so he might allow you to blame yourself for things quite a bit, maybe even use your low self esteem to guilt you for spending time with other people at school vying for your attention (I'll circle back to this).

I don't think he'd have it on him to outright force himself on you because you're so innocent and sweet. Instead, he'll probably slip a double dose of an aphrodisiac into a snack he serves you and wait for you to come onto him. Imagine always wearing a religious robe and, after being drugged, hurriedly yanking it up in a daze so you can dumbly grind on Mammon's thigh and grab his wrists so you can rub his hands all over your body because you have no idea what to actually do about being horny LOL After he fucks you until you're satisfied, he'll let you think that the entire thing was your idea all along. If you get way too torn up about your sinful thoughts and behavior he might grudgingly admit that maybe you ate something strange. Circling back to the above, he is happy to take advantage of your guilt and naivete but he does have a kernel of morals deep down.

Yandere!Leviathan would be obsessed with your purity and good heartedness. I don't even want to mention her in this context because she is a child but honestly your personality would align with a lot of the kinds of things he likes about Ruri-chan. It's the ideal magical girl: chipper, sweet, always trying to help others etc. He'd be quietly obsessed with your religious behavior: you might be praying and then look up and see him watching you, or when you are helping people with things in public he follows you around and tries to help, too.

Unfortunately, the more he becomes obsessed with your purity, the more dirty thinking about you sexually will become to him, which means it makes him all the hornier LOL You'll start to notice him staring at your body and giving you lingering touches on your legs and shoulders. When he finally can't take it any more, he will want to shield you from the corruption as much as possible. He'll sneak into your room at night with a blindfold, tie it over your eyes and tell you to just go back to sleep. Obviously you wouldn't be able to sleep through someone taking your virginity, so he'll just try to soothe you as you cry even though he's fucking you way too hard because of his inexperience. You feel dirty and bruised once he's done with you, but rather than comfort you, he'll apologize by insulting himself and saying how awful and wicked he is and how you deserve better. You are always inclined to blame yourself, so even though you still feel his handprints all over you and the weird slipperiness between your legs makes you feel disgusting, you'll tell him it's not his fault and wonder what you must have done to provoke him. Levi is one of those people who says "I am a bad person anyway so might as well do it again", so expect the nightly visits to continue. You'll spend them clutching a cross as tightly as you can and praying, sadly unaware that that is only turning him on more.

Yandere!Satan wants to study you like an academic subject and needs to know everything about you that there is to know, so he'd be very very interested in your religion since it's such a big part of who you are. He also doesn't have as much experience with the celestial realm as the other brothers, so is more open to hearing about what is in your Bible since he doesn't have his own beliefs about it. You would literally be doing "Bible study and chill" with him where he listens to you talk about God and read scripture, and you would be so pleased when he seems like maybe he is thinking about converting. After all, to you helping him see the Lord's light is one of the kindest, sweetest things you can do.

That's why when the "and chill" part comes in you would feel so shocked and betrayed. You're sitting on his lap, reading pages out loud to him when you feel his teeth latch onto your neck and his tongue move back and forth over the sensitive skin while he gropes you. Maybe you're confused about his intention, so you ask what he's doing while he pins you face down by your shoulders, pulling your ass up and against him. You'd be confused and trying to explain that this isn't pious at all when he tells you he doesn't believe any of that shit at all and never did, and the shock would be so deep you don't even cry while he pulls your clothes off and throws your Bible to the floor carelessly like it's trash. Like Lucifer, he's the type to ask something like where it says in your scriptures that you should cum all over his face while he gives you head, or to slap you and actually quote Bible passages about meekness to you when you try to resist, asking if you really even believe what you read to him.

Yandere!Asmodeus is going to think how innocent you are is so cute and try to corrupt you immediately. Imagine you have baked some cookies, and you are going to give them out. He'll offer to go with you and then right before you step into the classroom he'll catch you by your waist, pulling your soft body back towards him until his arms are smushing your stomach. Asmo will whisper with his lips against your ear that every one of these people who is vying for your attention because you're so sweet actually just wants to be the first one to breed you, that when you hand them cookies they just think about fucking every hole you have. He'll ask what hole you'd use for which person until you struggle to get out of his arms and run away.

But even when you're gone, you can't help but think of his question every time you hand out a cookie, or in gym when a girl tries to talk to you and you can see her cock through her pants you can't help but think you want to take her in your mouth because it would hurt anywhere else. It's embarrassing and flustering and makes you want to be by yourself, which is a perfect time for Asmo to come and find you, to yank your robe up and point out how aroused you are. He'll narrate what's happening to your body, explaining it's totally natural to feel that way when you want to have sex, and asking who you saw that made you so horny.

He'll do this as long as he needs to until you are begging him to help you with this feeling between your legs that's driving you crazy and makes it hard to sit still in class. When you apologize to god before begging him to fuck you, he'll tell you that there's no need to. God gave you these feelings so you could act on them. He wants you to feel pleasure.

Yandere!Beel would be annoyed with how you let anyone who wants your attention have it, and he'd dislike how you always trust your god to keep you safe instead of him. God lets bad things happen all the time, so in his mind thats a ridiculous system. Whenever he sees you clutching your cross or praying, he will demand to know what it is you're asking for and try to give it to you himself. He thinks religion and your cross is a distraction from your relationship to him, especially since he's met all the people you're talking about and none of them are that special to him. If he wants your attention, he just cuts in to where you are and demands it, even if that means picking you up and carrying you away.

Yan!Beel will always fuck you when his libido outpaces his sense of control, but when he hears you praying he'll be enraged. You don't need that stuff! He'll try to rip your cross off of your neck, but the chain is too strong so he ends up choking you by it. You'd better say that all you need is him, to calm him down. Otherwise, expect him to yank you around by the chain like its a leash, pounding you so hard that you can't catch your breath to pray or beg him to stop. After he cums he'll just jam him fingers into you, stroking you with his other hand until you say what you want.

Listen I love Yandere!Belphie being insane as much as the next cockwhore, but I think he would actually be really, really kind to an MC like this. He went to the human world often to meet new kinds of people since he loves learning about them, so he'd be really comforted by how sweet and gentle you are while also loving how you hold him while he naps and let him tuck his cold feet under you all the time. He likes your prayers because they put him to sleep and give him good dreams.

What would make him snap is the constant attention to other people. He's often waiting for you in bed, so waiting hours and hours just to find out you've been with other people would drive him absolutely crazy. You might be tutoring a few other students and he comes in, seizing you by your hair and slamming your head down onto a desk. You squirm and plead for him to stop, but he'd still rip your clothes off and fuck you in front of them so they know that you are his. Even while you're sobbing he'll say (loud so they can all hear) that he can feel you clenching down on him, so you must love it. You'd turn your head to ask the other demons for help and see most of them with their hands in their pants and their eyes smoldering with lust. The fact that you'd be in so much pain losing your virginity in front of a crowd that you struggle like crazy and pray to be saved just makes the show more interesting.

[fickleminder]

bound by blood (4)

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"Epic win for Leviathan!" The otaku crowed the next day. "I should've kidnapped a random human and done this sooner!"

"Mammon, you're such a poor excuse for a demon; she played you like a cheap kazoo!" Asmodeus jeered.

"SHADDUP!"

Even Satan was grinning with closed eyes as he pulled out Kirana's chair for her. "Yes, very impressive," he said as she took a seat. "Except that Mammon is a complete and utter fool, so really, you didn't have to do much at all."

All smiles were nothing but an act, Kirana reminded herself. The way Satan's words contradicted his actions was proof enough. He'd been pulling out all the stops to charm her ever since she arrived in the Devildom: escorting her between classes, buying her drinks at the cafeteria, holding doors open for her… The perfect gentleman, and a complete one-eighty from when they had first met.

It was obvious what he was playing at. All he wanted was to get his hands on her power for free. No pact, no deal, just a human stupid enough to fall for his seduction and give him everything he wanted.

(That being said, she had to admit he had a very nice smile…)

"You won't be able to tame me as easily." The edges of Satan's grin sharpened. "If you want a pact with me, you'll have to do better than that."

"Even if I order Mammon to never steal from you again?" Kirana asked sweetly, relishing the way his eyes sprung open in surprise.

Disingenuity aside, since he was going to be nice to her, she might as well return the favor. It would be so much easier on her too. Kill him with kindness, as they say. Or Uno Reverse. Whatever.

Satan looked stunned for a moment before glaring at her. "I don't need your help to manage that idiot," he declared before marching away with his nose turned up.

Taking that as a win, Kirana giggled to herself.

Belphegor scoffed loudly and pushed his chair back. "I've lost my appetite. Let's go, Beel."

"But I'm not done with breakfast—"

"I'll buy you more food at the cafeteria."

And off Beelzebub went, lumbering after his twin to RAD.

Lucifer took a slow sip of his coffee and sighed.

.

.

.

At least the human knew how to listen, Mammon thought. He'd brought Kirana to the modeling agency after classes with strict instructions not to leave the lobby while he signed off on some paperwork. She was still there waiting patiently for him by the time he was done, so he begrudgingly allowed her to grab a drink before heading back to the house.

"Here." She emerged from Café Lament holding two cups of bufo egg milk tea and pressed one into his hands. "This is for you."

"…What're you up to now?" He squinted at her as they continued on their way.

"Nothing! I just wanted to say thank you for walking me back, even though you didn't want to." Kirana smiled, trying to convey her sincerity. "I'm sorry about this morning too. I thought your brothers were being really mean to you. Are you okay?"

Mammon froze in his tracks and stared at her with wide eyes. "The fuck… Are you serious?"

"Yes?" She clutched her cup to her chest, suddenly looking uncertain. "Sorry, I didn't mean to offend—"

"No, you— I mean, gah! What's wrong with you?" He spluttered. Why was this human being so nice to him?

Kirana shrugged helplessly. "It just doesn't seem fair to be ganged up on all the time. You look like you're used to it, but that doesn't make it okay."

"You're a real weirdo, you know that?" Mammon pretended not to feel the warmth on his cheeks as he turned away and resumed walking. "And just so you know, I spent all your money already so you can't order me to give it back, got it?!"

Lucifer had given Kirana a ridiculous amount of Grimm as part of her monthly stipend, but she had nowhere to stash it except under her bed. Aside from what was already in her wallet, the rest was gone the next day.

She felt bad enough that she had essentially bankrupted Mammon into settling his debt with Leviathan. Her budgeting ensured that she would last until the end of the month, so it wouldn't hurt to let it go, right? Just this once.

"Fine," Kirana sighed. "But don't steal from me again, okay?"

"Demon's honor!" Mammon whooped, fist pumping the air. "For a human, you ain't so bad!"

His pact mark sizzled against her skin, and Kirana rubbed at her chest with a wince.

[mindyco]

Beel x gn!Reader 🩷 [Beel saves us from NPC demons]

Warnings: none

Artwork credit: @AngyeFdez

Bruh, I was in the mood to make a super duper cliche scenario where we get lost in the Devildom and end up getting followed by fucking NPC demons, but then a hot male bod comes to save the day. So I did. Thanks, Beel. ٩(^ᴗ^)۶ For this short scenario replace your name with _____

Lost in the labyrinthine streets of the Devildom, you find yourself in a state of unease, your heart pounding with trepidation. The dark shadows seem to dance around you, whispering secrets that make your skin prickle. Each step you took felt like a treacherous journey into the unknown, and the darkness seemed to taunt you with its ominous presence. As your heart pounded in your chest, thoughts of self-doubt and anxiety swirled in your mind. Desperate for a lifeline, you reach out, trembling fingers dialing Beel's number on your D.D.D.

As the seconds tick by, the tension threatens to suffocate you, until finally, you hear a familiar voice on the other end of the line. It's Beel, his voice a soothing balm to your anxious soul. The mere sound of him is enough to ignite a spark of hope within you.

"_____? What’s wrong?" Beel's voice was laced with worry and urgency as he listened intently to your frightened words.

"Hey, Beel… I, uh, got lost, and I'm not sure where I am," you explain, your voice filled with a touch of embarrassment. "I know you're busy, but could you help me find my way back?"

Beel's deep voice on the other end carries a soothing warmth that instantly puts you at ease. "Of course, _____! Don't worry, I'll come to find you right away. Just stay on the line, and let me know what you see around you."

As you describe your surroundings, a sense of anticipation builds within you. You're oblivious to the gang of demons that lurk in the shadows, their malevolent intentions hidden behind smirks and leering gazes.

While waiting, a sudden noise startles you, causing your heart to leap into your throat. The sound seems to echo through the still night air, and your imagination runs wild with fearful thoughts. Your hand trembles and your grip on the phone tightens.

But just as panic threatens to overtake you, a familiar voice breaks through the chaos. "_____, it's Beel. I'm here, don't worry."

Suddenly, like a guardian angel, Beel strides into the scene, his presence commanding attention. A scowl forms on his face as his eyes lock onto the gang of demons, a warning etched into his expression. His massive frame seems to fill the space, casting an imposing shadow over anyone who dares to approach.

"Are you okay?" Beel asks, concern evident in his voice. "I'm sorry I scared you. Let's get out of here and go back home."

The sight of him is nothing short of breathtaking, a living embodiment of strength and protection. His muscular frame, sculpted with the precision of a divine craftsman, exudes an aura of raw power that leaves you in awe.

Beel's face, chiseled with determination and tenderness, captivates your gaze. His intense eyes, like molten amber, hold a depth that seems to reflect the entire universe. They shimmer with a gentle warmth, offering solace and understanding in their depths. His smile radiates a genuine joy, contagious and inviting, as if it holds the power to chase away any trace of darkness.

Towering above, Beel stands at an impressive height, a living testament to his otherworldly lineage. His broad shoulders and muscular arms a testament to his physical prowess. The fabric of his white hoodie clings to his frame, accentuating the contours of his muscular physique.

His hair, a vibrant shade of orange, tumbles in disarray, wild and untamed like a flame that dances in the wind. Each strand carries a life of its own, defying gravity and framing his handsome face. There's a touchable softness to his locks, an invitation to run your fingers through them, to feel their silky texture against your skin.

A/N: Sorry, I just needed to describe why Beel is so fucking hot.

In his entirety, Beel radiates a magnetic charm, a blend of strength and gentleness that is both awe-inspiring and comforting. Every aspect of his appearance, from his captivating gaze to his tousled hair, is a testament to his divine allure. It's no wonder that you find yourself drawn to him, your heart yearning for his unwavering protection and the love that emanates from his very being.

"Beel! Oh my gosh, you're here!" you exclaim, a rush of relief flooding through you. "I was so scared, but now that you're here, I feel so much better. Thank you for coming to find me."

Your words tumble out in a flurry, your nervousness giving way to an overwhelming joy upon seeing Beel's familiar face. You find solace in the way his hand gently pushes you closer to him, his touch both grounding and reassuring. You feel small in his presence, barely reaching below his chest, but his protective aura wraps around you like a shield.

As you excitedly chatter away, your words pouring out like a torrent of emotions, Beel's attention is solely fixed on you. His eyes soften, his lips curling into a tender smile as he listens to your every word. The way you light up, your eyes sparkling with enthusiasm, captures his heart, reinforcing the protective instinct within him.

Though you remain oblivious to the danger that hovers just out of sight, Beel sees it all. The demons' vile intentions are met with the full weight of his glare, a silent threat that declares they should never dare to lay a finger on you.

His arm tightens around your shoulder, pulling you closer to him, as if to shield you from the preying eyes and lingering darkness. You feel the warmth and security of his touch, blissfully unaware of the menacing eyes tracking your every move. Your small hand rests comfortably in his, fingers interlaced, a connection that speaks of trust and affection.

In the midst of your animated conversation, Beel interrupts your words with a gentle request. "_____, promise me something," he says, his voice laced with both concern and affection. "Whenever you go out, make sure I'm with you, okay?"

His words hold a genuine sincerity, a deep-rooted need to safeguard you from the perils that lurk in the shadows. In that moment, you catch a glimpse of the depth of Beel's feelings, his unwavering devotion and unwavering determination to keep you out of harm's way.

Unaware of the turmoil that transpired, you nod, your trust in Beel unwavering. "I promise, Beel." you reply, your voice filled with affection and gratitude.

Beel's soft smile widens, his heart swelling with love and adoration for you. In that moment, he makes a silent vow to himself—to protect you from every danger, to be the pillar of strength you can always rely on.

Though his eyes had burned with a fierce glare when they met the demons, his gaze softens as it settles on you. He listens intently, every word you speak filling his heart with a warmth that surpasses comprehension. A tender smile graces his lips, his eyes twinkling with adoration. In that moment, he sees you for the precious soul that you are, innocent and delicate in a world teeming with darkness.

His proximity alone offers a sense of security, even as the demons skulk in the shadows, their malicious intentions hidden from your unsuspecting gaze.

As you continue to walk alongside Beel, a sudden movement catches your attention. Before you can react, Beel swiftly scoops you up into his arms, eliciting a soft yelp from your lips. You instinctively grasp onto his broad shoulders, your eyes locking with his.

"Beel, why are you carrying me? Did something happen?" you ask, your voice filled with curiosity. As you instinctively lean forward, attempting to catch a glimpse of what transpired behind him, a firm yet gentle resistance meets your attempt, preventing you from peering past his broad frame.

A subtle tension momentarily flickers in Beel's expression, a mix of protectiveness and a desire to shield you from whatever lies behind. His eyes meet yours, a silent plea urging you to trust him, to relinquish the need for answers in this moment.

Beel glances down at you with a warm smile, his eyes sparkling with affection. "I just thought it'd be faster this way. And I don't want you to get tired from walking," he replies, his voice gentle and reassuring.

Confusion flickers in your eyes, but you can't help but return his smile. The feeling of being held in his strong embrace, your feet no longer touching the ground, fills you with a mixture of surprise and delight. With each step he takes, his pace quickens, his strides covering ground effortlessly.

As Beel carries you through the labyrinthine streets, your heart beats in sync with the rhythm of his steps. The world blurs around you, the dimly lit alleys and looming shadows fading into insignificance as your focus remains on Beel's unwavering gaze. The corners of your lips curl upward, a silent testament to the trust and connection that grows between you.

In the gentle sway of Beel's movements, you find a sense of security and belonging. The world around you may be filled with hidden dangers, but in this moment, you feel invincible, cocooned in the safety of Beel's arms. You relish in the closeness, your fingers tracing invisible patterns on his shoulders.

As you continue your conversation, Beel's steps remain steady and purposeful, his eyes scanning the surroundings to ensure your safety. Despite the lingering danger that had threatened you earlier, the two of you find solace in each other's company, your words flowing effortlessly and filling the air with warmth and laughter.

～ 𓆩ᥫ᭡𓆪

[acefaun]

I see that you're a fan of SCM and Obey me! I have a head cannon that Zyglavis is th creator of angels and he's the dad of the obey me boys and that's why Lucifer is so similar to Zyg and that's why Zyg took Scorpio under his wing so much because he looked similar to Lucifer and he regrets it every day and full of angst lom. Thought id share my fun little story line of my head.

Zyglavis is the GOD, god?! I can see it. Zyglavis is an old man who had many many temples in reverence to him back in the day(and possibly still now... if he's that god who made Lucifer and the gang!)

But... You gave me such angst! I love it!

Like, Scorpio is an angry and vengeful human, just like how Lucifer was angry and vengeful regarding his sister. And Zyg just feels like he could have done better to make them less angry and vengeful. But still, I love comparing Lucifer to Zyglavis. Zyglavis: "The anal retentive kitchen scale." Lucifer: "The anal retentive peacock."

Head canon that Lucifer was high-key obsessed with Zyglavis and wanted to be just like him, and all his brothers still make fun of him for having been a Zyglavis fanatic. (But Lucifer still high key respects Zyglavis). That's probably where Lucifer learned to punish his brothers like that...

I haven't played Obey Me since the chapter where MC leaves the Devildom to go home, but I still like my demon bros! 💕

But since you shared your fun little story line, I'll share my idea of MC's connection to both the gods and the brothers!

I had a whole half of a fic going on a few years ago(and I sort of forgot my own lore, but I'll try to summarize it). It had something where MC was the reincarnation of both the brothers' sister and Clotho.

But right now I'm just going: What if Clotho was their sister, a fellow angel, but during the whole 'war' thing, the gods didn't want to kill Clotho for loving a human, but the brothers misunderstood the entire thing and raised insurrection to save their sister, only to end up falling from grace for threatening the gods.

And in that moment when Beel thinks he let his sister die while he was protecting Belphie, that was actually the gods taking her memory, not her life; the arrow wasn't going to kill her. But again, they don't know that the gods didn't want to kill her. So, the inevitable happened where they fell from Heaven.

Clotho, without her memories or her brothers, ended up serving the gods until they granted her godhood(because I feel like angels should be able to ascend to godhood with the permission of certain gods, and I feel like the zodiac gods would feel bad for her and just want to give her a better life.)

And then we have the whole story with Huedhaut(who was probably the one to suggest she be granted godhood, which might be why she's such a young and clumsy, oddball goddess).

And then she gets reincarnated as a human, thus she's a reincarnated goddess/angel.

I love when I can connect the fandoms I love back to the zodiac gods. It's one of my favorite things to do. 😙 Thanks for your angsty head canon!

[simplyotometrash]

Bud yk how MC can summon the demons no matter where they r? What if MC went back into the human world but ran into some trouble with burglars or gangs and summoned one of the brothers.

But heres the catch. MC has the ability to summon them no matter where he was or doing atm (like when MC summoned Asmo in the dungeon/underground labyrinth) so imagine MC is about to get jumped while walking home and summoned Lucifer but he’s getting ready for bed/trying to prune his feathers. Ya’ll imagine the gang members just seeing a half naked peacock-man appear outta nowhere with a tooth brush in hand and toothpaste in his mouth😂.

TLDR: half naked Lucifer beats some ass with a tooth brush.

Okay so I'm only writing Lucifer for this but please let me know if I should write the others! This was so funny!

Lucifer x Gender-Neutral MC

Genre: Comedy

Warnings: MC is about to get robbed when they summon Lucifer

Summoning Him at the Wrong Time (for him)

You were getting adjusted to living life in the human world again. It wasn't easy, though. You were so used to the Devildom after living there for an entire year. The worst thing was having to readjust to sunlight. The Devildom's perpetual night with varying degrees of darkness made sunlight a bit harsh on the skin and eyes.

You didn't mind it. It was hard to get used to again but it felt good to be back. There were so many things you had missed while you were away. It wasn't as if you would never see the brothers again. You had pacts with them and you were certain you'd see them again in the future. You could help with Diavolo's plan to bring the three worlds together.

The hardest adjustment was not being able to see your boyfriend whenever you wanted. Lucifer had told you not to summon him willy-nilly as he had lots to do. You understood that. He often would be the one to call you so you could catch up. You even agreed that you could summon him once a month just to be able to see each other in person.

There was one other thing you found you hated about being home. You weren't safe walking at night anymore. In the Devildom you had gotten to where you could walk alone whenever you wanted. Demons didn't often bother you because you were Diavolo's guest to the Devildom and they knew better. Humans...well, humans were often cruel for the sake of it.

You were on your way home one evening. You had run a lot of errands that day and grabbed a few snacks at the convenience store on your way home. It was already getting dark, so a lot of the more unsavory type of people were beginning to lurk about confidently. This, unfortunately, made you a target.

You knew you were being followed and that you couldn't just go straight home. So you started walking around the block. The plan was to try and lose them or get to a store to call the police. That didn't quite work so well. Not when you made a wrong turn in a panic and ended up boxed into an alleyway.

"Now, give us everything you've got and we might let you off easy," the man you assumed to be the leader said, brandishing a switchblade in hand.

Lucifer, I need help! You thought, eyes trained on the men in front of you.

What came next was not quite what you were expecting.

Lucifer did appear in front of you as you had hoped, but he was in his demon form and only wearing his pajama pants. He had one of his tools to help him preen the feathers of his wings in hand. He looked down at you and then at the men.

"W-w-what's going on!?" One of the men stumbled backward, falling flat on his ass against the pavement. The others were shaking, clearly unable to comprehend what just happened.

"I believe that I should be the one asking that, not you, pathetic human," he said coldly. He looked back at you and his face softened slightly. "What's going on here? Is this what it looks like?"

"I was on my way home and these thugs tried to rob me," you explained hurriedly. A couple of the thugs had taken off but most were still standing there, dumbfounded.

"I see. Then I suppose I have no choice."

"W-wait! D-d-don't hurt us, demon!" That comment elicited a chuckle from Lucifer's throat.

He didn't even hesitate to backhand the first man who had the nerve to rush at him. You almost felt sorry for the guy as he went flying and hit the pavement. A few others actually tried to fight with your boyfriend, though they were easily fended off while he casually stretched his wings. The leader, however, had steeled himself and rushed at Lucifer with his knife in hand.

"That was a mistake," Lucifer snarled, his own hand wrapped around the wrist of the leader. You heard bones crunching and then a loud scream before he let go.

That left only the two of you.

"My, my the human world isn't as safe as I thought it would be. You humans really haven't changed much." He gently took your hand and brought it to his lips.

"Yeah, well, humans suck. Is it wrong that I prefer the company of demons?" You couldn't hide the chuckle that you gave at your own comment. "Wanna come back to my place? I can make us dinner, if you're hungry at least."

Lucifer shifted into his "human" form and nodded. "I would like that, yes."

You two walked back to your place together, talking about your days as if nothing had even happened.

[aikofanfan]

Boss [Mafia au]

Part 2 [SMUT]

Pairing: Gn!MC x Lucifer

Summary: There really is no plot to this. If you kept up with my rambles you know damn well why I made this.

A/n: They’re all humans in case that had to be said so yeet. I had to cut this in two, became way longer than I had planned. So expect a part 2.

Warnings: Mild violence and blood mention. It does get suggestive towards the end.

Look at this amazing fan art based on what Luci is wearing in this fic!

Now on with the show!

You know you aren’t sure how or when you became the boss of the most feared Mafia group in the Devildom city and well borderline the world if we’re being honest.

You got picked up by them when you knocked the teeth outta one of their weak links and the former boss, Diavolo seemed to take a liking to you. You got offered to work for them, mainly being part of the Lamentation branch made up of the well known Seven Sins brothers.

Ah. It must’ve been around that time now that you think about it.

It wasn’t hard to connect with the brothers. Sure they were iffy of you at first with you being a tad shorter and smaller than them at the time. Not believing that you knocked out one of their guys when Diavolo told them.

But after a couple of months they welcomed you with open arms and life was good. You got the nickname Hell Hound from rival gangs and the name quickly took off.

Because when guns, threats and warnings didn’t do the job. They sent you. Whether to beat the snot outta of another gang leader or collect debts. You were the one they sent no questions asked.

It was after a particularly rough job that you began to get closer to Lucifer, eldest of the seven brothers. You came into the house and fell over, having been stabbed in the side and was bleeding pretty bad.

“MC!” Lucifer gasps and rushed over to you.

“I’m fine- shit that stings.” You hiss as he lifted your shirt to get a better look. He helps you up and guides you to a chair, sending one of his brothers to get the medical supplies.

“One of these days this is going to get you killed.” Lucifer mumbles, helping you take your shirt off.

“Mm maybe. But I don’t see that happening when I have such a pretty nurse that takes care of me.” You grin and flinch as he starts to clean the wound.

He didn’t bat an eye. You always did this when he would care for your injuries, this was normal for the two of you. However when he spoke up again, it caught you off guard.

“Someone has to take care of the Hell Hound, after all whats a pet without a master?” He says so casually. He looks up at you and you don’t miss that glint in his eyes. So that’s how it’s gonna be huh?

From then on your banter kept going and it became a surprise to no one when the two of you became an item. Just in time for Diavolo to announce that he was stepping down and asking you to take his place.

You agreed on the account that Lucifer stand by your side as a second in command which Diavolo must’ve saw coming because he happily agreed.

And now here the two of you are in your office, getting ready for a meeting with a small time gang that’s been struggling to make ends meat and basically begged for your help. Such a headache. You leaned back on your desk and glance over to Lucifer. He went from being known as a shadowy presence to now being known as your right hand man and-much to your dismay-your “boy toy”. What are we? Kids?

“I can hear you thinking.” Lucifer’s voice snaps you out of your thoughts as he walks over. “What’s the matter?”

“Nothing. Just admiring you is all.” You change the subject quickly.

“Really now?” He asks. “Making up for all the people that can’t?”

“There is that small part of me that thinks it’s a shame the world can’t see what I see every day.” You sigh, hands on his hips as you pull him closer. “But I don’t like sharing and no one else is worthy enough to look at you.”

“You make me sound like some sort of priceless treasure.” Lucifer chuckled.

“Oh but you are, Luci. No amount of money or anything else these gangs can offer can compare.” You state, kissing the side of his neck. “All the more reason to keep you to myself.”

“How selfish of you.” He teased. Today he was dressed in a red silk button up shirt, black dress pants and to mix up the look, high heeled shoes with little roses on the sides. And of course, a black veil, hiding his pretty face.

“Oi boss. These guys are getting impatient.” Mammon calls from behind the door.

“Are you sure I can’t just off em now?” Belphie yawns.

“I’m comin I’m comin. And no Belphie. At least not yet.” You huff. You fix your tie real quick before existing your office, Lucifer right behind you and not even seeing these guys for more than two seconds you feel annoyed.

“Bout time.” The leader or main guy of the group, you didn’t care much, gruff voice hits your ear and he’s not even near you it made you wanna gag. You shoo Mammon and Belphie away to guard the door of the room from outside. Just in case.

“Hey uh, who’s that with ya?” You hear one his subordinates ask. You knew he was asking about Lucifer and to make a point, wrap an arm around his waist.

“Psst. Eyes up or on the ground.” You order with a hint of a growl. “Who is he is none of your concern.”

“Oooh is he that boy toy I’ve heard so much- EEEEP!”

In the blink of an eye, you had the guy’s neck in your hand, holding him off the ground and feet dangling.

“If I remember correctly, you lot came crawling to me for help because your sorry excuse of a gang is crumbling and the first thing you do is insult me and my gem?” You growl, grip tightening.

“MC, let him go.” Lucifer was behind you now, whispering in your ear. “Don’t let them get to you.”

“But-”

“Please, darling. I’d hate for you to dirty your hands this early in the day.”

With a groan you drop the guy. He coughs as he catches his breath. You calm yourself down and walk over to the couch and flop down, Lucifer taking his spot on your lap.

“Well I’m already pissed, you better amuse me if you want our help now.” You hiss. The group collects themselves and start to explain why they came begging for your help.

You listen, still scowling as you do so. Even though you are pissed, you don’t out right say anything when they finish. They wait as you think, only sound being heard was the tapping of your finger on the arm rest of the couch.

“Luci?” You spoke up.

“Yes?”

“What do you think, hm?” You ask, grinning as the men before you become pale in the face. “You are my second in command.”

“Hm.” He hums, lifting his head up to look at the men. The veil maybe hiding his face but you can tell he was thinking. He then leans back into you and whispers in your ear.

“Alright. We’ll help. But ya better be ready to work to pay off what we loan ya, understand?” You state firmly.

“Of course, Boss!” The group bowed.

“Now beat it.”

They all say thanks and scramble out of the room, leaving you two alone.

“What a headache.” You grumble as Lucifer slips off the veil.

“Oh but it’s always a treat watching you be the big bad boss.” Lucifer teased.

“Pssh. Please we both know I went easy this time.” You snort. Lucifer moves and lays down on the couch, yanking you down by your tie. He pulls you into a heated kiss, a firm grip still holding your tie and subsequently you in place.

You’re the one to pull away from the kiss to catch your breath but it hitches when you feel Lucifer press a knee against your groin.

“Fuck-what’s gotten into you all of a sudden?” You groan. “Usually it’s me initiating.”

“I won’t lie. Seeing you hold that jerk up one handed by the neck…did something.” Lucifer mutters, his grip on your tie loosened before he undoes it, pulling it off. “We have time before your next meeting.”

You can’t help but chuckle, feeling him tug at your suit and let out a small whine.

“Alright alright. I got you, Luci.” You smile. “Mammon. Belphie. Make sure no one enters this room for the next hour!”

“Yes boss!” You hear from behind the door.

“MC…” Lucifer whined again, starting to grow impatient but gasps when you position yourself between his legs.

“I told you. I got you.” You whisper against his ear.

[lunacvte]

For a dumb silly request

The gang (the brothers,royals, the angels and solomon) go out on a camping trip, having fun but at the end if the night it's really cold and some people get a lil tipsy. When it's time for sleep it's too cold and Mc got a shitty sleeping bag that doesn't hold warmth well. So in a bit of a drunken state goes to someone else's tent (minus Luke let the little angel sleep) and they demand for cuddles cause it's too cold. every other tent around just hears:

Mc:"[insert name] cuddle me, Now!", "get closer to me", "I'll be the small spoon, you be large spoon. Cuddle me now"

I hope your doing well and staying hydrated :)

ahhh from the minute i began reading this, it gave me huge asmo vibes!! So I hope that works for this request :) Thank you for this! 🫶🏻

I’m doing super well, I hope you are taking good care of yourself too! ^^ hope you enjoy the ff~!

All mine tonight!

Characters - gn!reader (mc), soft asmo :3 and of course pretty much all other main/side characters!

Contents - light drinking, soft!asmo, needy!reader? Very cutesy and cuddly bond between them :3 very much asmo x reader fluff! Veryyyy slightly suggestive, but mainly just comments and compliments!

Fandom - Obey Me!

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It feels like all month, Lord Diavolo has been planning to do something fun that involved all exchange students, angels, demons.. something that would really help everyone get together and have a good time, just like he’d imagine in his visions of all realms bonding.

And of course, word got around the house of lamentation quickly as soon as Lucifer hinted at a trip. All brothers jump out from their occupied spaces to gather around you.

“Another family trip?? Is our precious mc going too??”

“Mc! You’ve gotta come with us, if you’re gonna be stayin’ down here in the devildom, you gotta get the full experience!”

“Yeah! And you’ll totally want to since i’m gonna do the honor of bringing one of my extra games for you to play! With me, of course. I’ll go easy on you, promise!”

“I’ll share my food. Maybe—“

“And i’ll hum you to sleep so you get a great night’s rest, just like you deserve”

All the brothers spoke at once to you, bribing you, as if you’d choose a favorite, they always do this. You’re used to it after several months of being here with these seven demons. This was your new normal.

“All right, brothers. Quiet, or you’ll scare Mc off.” Lucifer said, standing up from the couch and looking directly at the fireplace in front of him.

“Now, Diavolo and I have agreed on a more.. active based trip. Good for bonding, but based outside so it will be a good chance to get the nature experience..” the oldest demon explained. A few of the other brothers, Asmo, Mammon, and Belphie to be specific, opened their mouths to speak, but were cut off by Lucifer before a word was spoken.

“And there will be no complaining. You’re all to pack up tomorrow morning, we plan to leave early for the activities. Now, it’s late and almost past curfew, I expect all of you to be in the dormitories soon.”

The brothers huffed as mumbled complaints escaped their lips, walking away to their rooms, though, they were excited about what activities or events might avail once they’re on this trip with their favorite human!

As the next morning came around, you were woken up from the noises of arguing, Mammon and Leviathans usual fight over who would get to wake you up, which was now unnecessary thanks to their antics.

You yawned, getting out of your bed and walking towards your dresser, pulling out whatever outfits you could find (most of which were given to you from either Asmodeus or Levi, since they just love to dress you up~), and you finally began packing up, although right now, all you can focus on is the grumbling of your stomach, you were so hungry right now, you’d swear you felt like Beel.

“Good morning, everyone” you smiled to all the brothers who gathered around the table, ready for breakfast, two plates on each side of the table had stacks of pancakes on them, one that you’d find at a restaurant in the human world, the other that had a little ‘devildom’ touch to it, to both the demons, and-.. well, your likings. You were nearly drooling at the sight of the sweet breakfast in front of you, fluffy pancakes, strawberries and whipped cream with syrup..

“Pft- mc, you look just like beel over there~ how adorable~! Are you hungry? Would you like me to feed you~? You would, wouldn’t you??” Asmo scooted his chair closer to yours so he was next to you, taking your fork and knife and cutting into the food to feed you a bite. You giggled, opening your mouth.

Finishing the bite, you smiled brightly at Asmo. “You don’t have to do that! You’re too sweet.. what’s up with the extra special treatment though?” You asked, feeling happily overwhelmed with the way everyone was so happy with your presence.

“What do you mean?? I’m always happy to give my sweetheart all the attention they deserve~” The demon patted the top of your head. You loved all of the brothers deeply, ever since you woke up in the devildom, you’ve learned that demons aren’t completely evil or bad, like you’ve heard in the human world. Something about Asmodeus just captivates you though.. and not in the same way that everyone else is attracted to him, for his beauty. You loved him because the way he treated you so gently and lovingly. He’s the avatar of lust, but you feel so much more than lust when you’re with him, you feel appreciated, cared for, and important when he gives you attention and love.

You snapped out of your thoughts, coming back to the world around you as Lucifer spoke clearly to everyone who was now gathering and sitting at the table. “We must leave right after breakfast, so no mischief. From any of you. I see you’re all packed, good. I’ll be meeting with Diavolo and Barbatos to get ready, I expect to meet you all outside in 15 minutes.”

You all agreed, excited regardless of his usual bossiness. Once finishing breakfast, you and Asmo walked side by side, dragging your luggage and making Beel carry the heavy ones (even though you told him you could carry yours, both asmo and beel insisted). after a while of getting all stuff put away and ready, the rest of the trip to wherever everyone was going. You looked around and took a second to take in the moment. Solomon, the angels, royals, and entire family were all together, currently talking about whatever topic they could think of, it was a pretty long trip, so there was definitely no lack of conversation.

There was little to no fighting too, at least anymore. The brothers kept arguing over who got to sit next to you, so lucifer made you sit next to lord Diavolo, that way none of them got to sit next to you, which made you a little sad, but it was fair and that made you smile, it was so nice to see everyone getting along.

You must have been tired since you fell asleep on Diavolo’s shoulder, in which he didn’t mind at all. He’d occasionally look down at you when you the vehicle drove over a bump and you would twitch, almost waking up. But he’d giggle, softly patting the top of your head and shushing you back to sleep. As a human, you tired out faster than demons, and if you needed sleep, who was he to let you wake up?

Either way, it felt like only a little while until the car come to a stop, and all the brothers began grabbing bags to get out. Out of excitement, you grabbed your bags, only to fall almost instantly from how heavy it all of it was at once. Your knees were met with the rough floor of the car, and your bags tipping over. You frowned, until you suddenly heared Asmo’s voice.

“You poor thing! Are you alright? Your knee is scuffed up! Your beautiful, soft skin..” he whined, setting his bags down on the seat and helping you up, mostly being worried about your knee than you in general. Except, this was star treatment from someone like Asmodeus, normally he wouldn’t pay attention to someone having a little fall. If it wasn’t him who roughed up his perfect glass skin, he had not a worry in the world, but you were really something special to him.

You thanked him, and the two of you walked with everyone else to the camping site. The rest of the day was full of activities, lots of really good food, it was surprisingly really enjoyable, just like any normal camping trip you would have in the human world.

And so, as the day turned to night, everyone settled down and gathered around the campfire (to sing a happy song- sorry i had to put the spongebob reference 😭) all of you had gotten a glass of demonus, except for Luke, who had sweet cider as a substitute, in which he enjoyed very much too.

With you and solomon being human, demonus didn’t quite have the same effect on the both of you as it did with demons, but drinking enough would get you going.

And because of the fact that it took so long for the demonus to take effect, you got a little carried away. Glass after glass, it had to he 4-5 glasses until you started to feel even a little tipsy. Your cheeks began turning a shiny pink tone and you smiled at everything more often. Diavolo and the brothers, specifically Asmo, Satan, Lucifer, and Mammon, all found joy in this, as they began getting a bit tipsy themselves too.

You found them surprisingly much more enjoyable when slightly drunk, as they joked around more, teased, and looked cuter overall. But as usual, having too much fun made the time pass very quickly and it was getting really late.

Belphie was already passed out in his chair, Luke was yawning and asking for Simeon to take him to bed already, Beel was impatiently waiting to get inside his tent so he could stuff his face with the luggage of snacks he secretly packed, and you could hardly keep your eyes open any longer.

As the others began departing and climbing into their own tents, you did the same. Your tent wasn’t anything big, but you didn’t mind that. All you needed was your sleeping bag to keep you warm.

But that seemed to be too much to ask for, since 15 minutes of tossing and turning turned into 30 minutes of not being able to sleep because you were shivering, the sleeping bag you brought with you was uncomfortable, cold (which the nighttime weather didn’t help with)

Still in a somewhat drunken state, you groaned and tossed the sleeping bag off of you, and crawled out of your tent and into the nearest one you felt like going to, recognizing it to be Asmo’s tent from the way it smelled like fresh flowers and felt so warm and comfortable inside.

You unzipped the cloth and climbed in, your eyes hooded and heavy with drowsiness.

“Asm-asmodeeeus, i’m so coolldd.. you’ll cuddle me right now.. now, I demand!” You slurred, nuzzling right up next to him, and wrapping your arms and legs around him completely. You hummed and giggled from the amount of coziness he brought you.

“Mmhh.. asmo smells sooo good~ and soo soft..~ hey, wake up! Why aren’t y-you cuddling me backk, hm? You said.. uh.. w-what did you say.. um that you would always keep me warm when i’m loneelyy.. and i’m lonelyy now” you whined, curling his hair with your finger and lifting his sleeping mask from his eyes, causing him to wake up.

“wha.. mc? Now just what do you think you’re doing.. interrupting my very important sleep.. you just couldn’t get enough of me tonight, could you~ heheh~ ♡”

“Havee you ever been the big.. big spoon- is that what’s called..? Haha- it’s so funny being called the big spooon and then- then the little spoon~” you laughed, losing your train of thought, and forgetting where the conversation was going.

It was obvious you were more tispy than asmo, he was already pretty good at holding his alcohol, he’s definitely had experience with partying and going out drinking and such, so he has a high tolerance. But that didn’t stop him from taking in the overly needy and affection-craving human’s attention!

“You want me to be the big spoon, hm~? Well that would make you the adorable, little spoon, wouldn’t it~? Come here now, come close and snuggle up~ we’ll be like.. bunnies and keep each other warm, yeah?” You could feel his arm snaking up your waist as you both cuddled up close but you were to caught up in the warmth of his extremely fuzzy blankets and plush pillows.

He was driving you crazy with just his presence, you cared deeply about all of the other brothers and everyone else, but you and Asmodeus held a special bond.

“Is that cozy enough for you? Need me to run my fingers through your hair and whisper sweet nothings to you~? Or maybe you’re looking for something a little more sensual.. which one shall I please you with, hm~?” He said without a care that the royals, angels, his brothers, and everyone else could hear you both from their tents.

All of his attention was on you, and he wouldn’t rather have it any other way. Whatever you wanted, cuddles, kisses, soft touches here and there, back rubs; you name it, he’ll do it. And all for you, his special human <3

@yaboihack sorry this took so long to post, i had writers block for the longest time😻 but we completed it, and it was so fun to write!! I think it turned out pretty cute :) hopefully it wasn’t too out of character or anything!

I do hope you and everyone enjoyed~

Until next time~! :)

[weekly-fandom-rambles]

Hellooooooooo I have a request!

What if the Demon brothers played monopoly? Who would win?

Board Game Brothers

Headcanons on what types of games would be the brother’s favorites.

Been having a rough time writing fics, so hope these headcanons will suffice. -S

*Obey Me Masterlist*

Lucifer

In dealing with mindless paperwork constantly, Lucifer has found a twisted sort of enjoyment in Management games.

Whether it’s because of the sense of control and power he gets, or because he is frighteningly good at it, Luci is a self-proclaimed master at these types of games.

This takes form in quite a few ways.

There’s the casual farming simulator on his D.D.D., which he optimized in no time flat.

Or the money-based board games he plays with his brothers.

Lucifer absolutely kills at Monopoly, to the point where it might as well be torture for the other players.

Everyone always tries to gang up on Luci, until he puts the tiniest amount of effort in and crushes his opponents.

The brothers have decided to only play Monopoly when MC is out of the house. Otherwise, there could be a major injury without them even playing the game.

Mammon

It might be because of his sin, but Mammon’s favorite games are those of chance.

Cards, dice, roulette, slots. All right up his alley.

However, it’s not just the incentive of money that makes them Mam’s favorite. (although that does sweeten the deal)

No, Mammon likes these games because of the statistics and psychology involved in them.

Understanding how your opponent thinks or what odds he has changes the games from chance into games of skill and patience.

Mammon is scarily good at understanding these kinds of tactics and using them to his advantage.

Not that it always works out in his favor.

And not like he could articulate that clearly to anyone else.

Leviathan

Of course, Leviathan’s favorite games are JRPGs

There are so many aspects of the game he can fall in love with.

There are characters and storylines that he can easily get immersed into.

There are stats, resources, and speed runs to optimize.

There are easter eggs and developer details he can gush over with other fans.

Levi can spend days invested in a single game and be the happiest demon in the world.

Only to have it swapped out with the next JRPG that catches his eye.

Even though he hates it, please remind him to touch grass.

Satan

Wow, a shocker. The book nerd likes visual novels. /sarcastic

But, no, seriously. Satan gets really into visual novels.

At first, he didn’t get it. Why clutter a perfectly good story with unnecessary game elements?

But just as Satan learned to like other media, he grew to find the additional elements charming.

How the music and visuals of the game serve to enhance the experience of the novel.

And especially the choice options, letting him enjoy the same story from multiple angles and multiple endings.

Satan tends toward more story-based visual novels rather than the relationship otome games.

Also likes the human world games over the Devildom games. (please don’t actually put him inside the game again)

Asmodeus

Asmodeus doesn’t play many games, but the ones he does play are often rhythm games.

It started with dancing games to stay in shape, but it progressed beyond that.

Asmo has one or two rhythm games on his D.D.D. that he plays when he’s not busy.

The main draw for him is the game’s music.

He gets to enjoy the music in his daily life, even if he doesn’t play the game constantly.

Despite being a “casual”, Asmo is shockingly good at all the rhythm games he plays.

Like, he put a high score on one of the arcade machines without breaking a sweat.

Levi is annoyed at Asmo’s effortless skill, but can’t really stay mad at him.

Beelzebub

Beelzebub is another who doesn’t game much, but his favorites are side scrollers.

They’re easy to get good at and fun to play.

Especially when he gets to play with other people.

Both in co-op multiplayer or switching competitive, Beel likes to have a friend to enjoy his gaming time with.

Super Devil Bros. is probably his favorite game, despite how hectic it gets.

Everyone’s yelling at each other and trying to outdo one another in-game, but they all get invested.

The common goal is enticing in the same way Fangol is for Beel, and he loves it.

That is until one of the controllers gets broken in a fit of rage.

Belphegor

Belphegor likes search games, like spot the difference or “find x number of object” games.

Firstly, it prioritizes mental power over actual gaming power (a plus for this lazy demon).

Second, the skillset has real-life benefits.

Someone misplaced something in the room? Belphie can see it in 0.5 seconds flat.

Also lets him have the best hiding spots, for his stuff and himself.

Third, and most important to him, he’s better than his other brothers.

He doesn’t gloat much, but when he does Belphie will rub it in Lucifer’s face so much it’s not even funny.

Hides all of Lucifer’s left shoes just to piss him off. Only the left ones. Luci takes 3 hours to find them all.

Requests are closed.

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Hihihiiiii!!!!! Omg I'm so excited to ask this one-> ok so can you write/headcanon the Brothers and Undatables in a situation where MC can't swim and the brothers + undatables don't know it until one of the squad (Solomon's voodoo) picks MC up and throws them into a pool/fountain on the deep end as a joke? And MC drowns?

Bonus if anyone aside from Satan, Leviathan, and Lucifer know CPR and double bonus if Beel manages to rebibe w/o cracking a rib on MC!!

Aww heyheyhey!!! We love excitement in this house yes we do. Thank you so much for the angsty ask!

It got a bit long so I'll do it in two parts! I hope that's okay? Also I hope I can do it justice :3

It was a summer afternoon in Devildom. Diavolo had invited the whole gang upto his castle. Solomon had recently told him about pool parties and he was excited to try it out.

Everyone came in, already having the time of their lives splish splashing in the water, or going ham on Barbatos and Luke's snacks.

You were there, dipping your feet in water, enjoying the cool feeling between your toes. Everyone kept inviting you in the water, you tried to put them off by saying "Maybe later!"

You could have just said you couldn't swim. But that was too embarassing to admit, so you just shook your head and splashed water at them instead.

Mammon and Asmo were splashing water on you, so you didn't see the Little D's sneak up and hoist you up from behind. Before you knew it, you were sent flying headfirst into the water. Maybe you should have told them, you thought.

Maybe that would be better than the endless blue, the distinct lack of air and burn in your lungs as you tried hard to swim to the surface and lost all energy.

(Part 1: The Brothers)

Lucifer

"MC enough playing around. Come Bach up now." Got tensed when you didn't Immediately float up to the surface.

"MC?" He dived in to check on you. His eyes grew wide when you saw struggling, flapping your hands and feet aimlessly.

"MC HOLD ON!" The panic in his voice was muffled by the water. You felt your body being held and pulled up to the surface.

"MC? MC can you hear me?! MC!" You felt someone shaking you, their hands warm on your arms. And then your lips turned warm.

You'd recognise that kiss anywhere. It was more urgent this time, as Lucifer tried his best to get air into you.

"Luci... fer.." You choke out before coughing violently and spitting the pool water everywhere.

"You're okay..." He lets out the biggest sigh of relief. He holds you tight in his arms and takes you inside to dry you off. "I thought I lost you again..."

"Whoever is responsible for this," The suppressed rage in his voice sounded deadly, "will pay for it."

Mammon

"Oi human! Are ya sulking down there?!" Mammon joked as he dived downwards to bring you up.

"They got ya pretty good huh-" He stopped dead in his tracks when he saw the state you were in. Your eyes closed and your limbs horribly limp.

"MC! MC WHAT HAPPENED?!" Mammon grabbed you and pulled you up instantly. Even in your dazed state, you could feel the pounding of his heart and the cracking of his voice.

"MC not again please not again I'm sorry I'm sorry please wake up..." He was crying now. His tears and hands were warm on your skin as pushed at your chest cluelessly.

"THEY'RE NOT WAKING UP! LUCIFER SATAN DIAVOLO SIMEON SOMEONE HELP PLEASE!" He was frantic and clamping his mouth on yours now, gasping more than blowing air.

You coughed and sputtered eventually. "Mammon... you...are exceptionally bad at CPR." Mammon hid his face in your shoulder and hugged you like there's no tomorrow.

You laugh and try to tell him you're okay but all he does is hold you and cry. "I'm the worst protector...I'm so sorry MC.."

Leviathan

"Welcome to my turf, MC!" Levi laughed as he waited for you to float back up. But you weren't. Are you stuck on something? He sees air bubbles on the surface.

He dives down and swims towards you swiftly. "MC OH NO! WAIT MC IM COMING!" He darts to towards you and gets you out the fastest.

He starts to tear up and panic cause this is just like that sad anime "Lost my Best Friend in the Deep". Embarassment be damned, he can't let you go.

He urgently called for his brothers for help and fumbled with you held tightly in his arms. He pushed on your chest and watched the water sputter out.

"MC?? You're okay now, right??! MC!!?" The urgency in Levi's voice caught you off guard. You open your eyes to see him teary eyed and sniffling.

"I'm okay Levi..." You say, your hand reaching to hold his face. He breaks down at your touch.

Pressing his face harder into your hand and crying. He's so glad you're okay. "I thought I lost my best friend...don't worry MC, I'll teach you how to swim!"

Satan

"MC, you do know how to swim right?" Satan called out to you, right after the splash. There was something about the way you fell that made him feel uneasy.

When you didn't float back up, he immediately dunked himself downwards, only to see his suspicions were right.

"MC! It's okay it's okay I've got you!" Satan's arm wrapped around you as he pressed a warm kiss on you under water. The flames in your lungs died down a little.

He rushes you upto the surface and lays down gently, tilting your head at the optimal angle.

His mouth is on you again. Urgently breathing life back into you. He also had spells ready in case this usual way didn't work.

"Satan...? You...thank you.." You said tired as you leaned into him, wrapping your arms around him weakly after vehemently coughing.

He lets out a sigh of relief and bumps his lips against your head softly, cradling you in his arms. "Why wouldn't you say that you couldn't swim? Don't do this to me ever again, MC, you're all I have..."

Asmodeus

"MC darling, no need to be embarrassed, you looked so cute when you fell like that! Come up now!" Asmo giggled as he watched the water, waiting for you to come back up.

He gets panicky when you're still not up yet. Swims down as he quickly as he can calling out your name. "OH NO! MC WHAT'S GOING ON?! MC!"

He reaches for your hands and starts tugging you towards him. Why are your eyes closed like this? Why have you gone limp?!

He pulls you up to the surface, frantically calling out to Satan and Solomon for help, all the while bouncing you in his arms like a baby as a attempt to gain conciousness.

He's full on sobbing as he Solomon gives you CPR. The moment you cough and sputter, he pounces on you, his head pressed against your cold chest, now rising and falling normally.

"Asmo... don't cry...I'm okay.." You say weakly smiling and trying to hug him back, running your hands in his hair.

He holds you close and presses kisses on your whole face."MC! You gave me such a fright! Don't do that again please, MC! I can't bear the though of you gone again!"

Beelzebub

"Ah I'm so sorry I couldn't catch you MC" Beel even had his arms outstretched so he could catch you before you fell, but he missed.

He's fastest to get to you after Levi. "MC? Are you okay down there- MC?! Why are you being like that?!" He gets frantic and scoops your limp body in his arms.

This is his worst nightmare. He urgently gets to the surface panicking inside. "MC..please wake up.." He calls out sadly, as he gently lays you down.

You're barely breathing. He knows what he has to do. But you're so fragile compared to him he doesn't want to hurt you.

He tries as gently as possible to push against your chest to regulate your breathing again.

"Beel..Beel..." You cough out his name as you reach up to hold his face in your hands. He stops immediately and engulfs you in a hug.

He doesn't say a word. He doesn't need to. His teary eyes and tight grip as he lifts you up and takes you inside the house to feed you, says everything you need to know.

Belphegor

"MC you're so easy to sneak upon hehe. Come here and lie with me." He was just snoozing at the edge, smiling down at where you just fell.

What's taking you so long to come back up?He impatiently dived downwards to find you. And he was horrified by what he saw. "MC?!Damnit MC, why didn't you call for me!?"

He hoists you into his arms and tries giving you a kiss of air like he'd seen in Levi's shows. Still unsure of what to do, he just hurries you up to the surface.

"They were struggling to swim. Something's wrong. Fix them please. Fix them fast." He said, calling out to his brothers. He held your hand shakily and lay next to you, as Beel gave you CPR. His grip tightened once you started coughing.

"Belphie... I'm okay..." You squeezed his hand as tight as you could. He hid head in your shoulder before picking you up in his arms.

He wrapped you up in a towel and tried to make you fall asleep in his arms. "That was a horrible feeling. I don't want to feel that again." He mutters to himself while holding you closer.

[getosubaru]

My Heart's Already Sinned (3/3)

fandom: obey me! pairing: lucifer/afab!reader/mammon rating: e

minors dni

story summary: The gang goes out for "family night" at the Fall, but the dress Asmo's put you in has all of Lucifer's attention on you. When you disappear into the dark with the prideful firstborn, it might just break Mammon's heart. Will the morning after let you put it back together?

chapter summary: The morning after with Mammon.

warnings: explicit smut; afab!reader (no pronouns used, but dresses/makeup/etc. and they got a 🐱); semi-public fun~ times; oral; bit of angst; drinking; poly!reader

a/n: this is a bit of a rewrite of an older work; originally, it had she/her pronouns. find+replace fixed that. the ao3 is not updated to be reader and still has she/her

wc: 2k of 5k overall

title taken from someone new by hozier

previous | masterlist | ao3

This is not my bed. These are not my pajamas. That is not my pillow.

Said pillow was the broad expanse of Lucifer’s chest. The previous night rushed back as you began to wake up. A lack of a hangover was a blessed relief. The firstborn awoke to you little shuffles from your place on top of him. 

“Morning,” you mumbled. Neither of you could be said to be morning people by any stretch of the imagination. 

“Go back to sleep.”

You wanted to follow his (impolite) command, but Mammon’s face flickered in your mind. He had looked crushed to see you leaving with Lucifer, especially after whatever the elder demon had said to him. Stupid, stubborn, oblivious tsundere that he was, Mammon was one of your closest friends in any realm. You needed to talk to him before any hurt could fester. 

“Not an option,” you said, rolling out of Lucifer’s arms. You hissed as your feet touched the cold floor. Any kind of creature comfort was beneath the Avatar of Pride, including rugs, it seemed. 

Lucifer was already snoring lightly when you slipped out the door. 

The silk button-down you slept in covered your body well enough as you crept through the halls and into your room. All was quiet in the House of Lamentation. As early as it was, barely past what counted for dawn in the Devildom, none of your housemates were about. Your walk of shame went thankfully unnoticed. 

Riding the high of a successful escape, you almost didn’t notice the sprawled occupant of her bed. 

Mammon always slept fitfully; he tossed and turned, full of energy even in sleep. Usually, a soft pat on the shoulder or a hand wrapped around his arm could quiet him down. Without anyone there to soothe him, he ended up tangled in sheets. The previous night had obviously been one of those times. His tanned skin peeked out from beneath ropes of your pale sheets. Of course, he wouldn’t wear a shirt to sleep in my bed, you thought with no small amount of affection.

You traded Lucifer’s button-down for more covering pajamas before slipping into bed with Mammon. 

“Scoot over,” you whispered, nudging him a bit in the side. He didn’t wake but did roll over to accommodate you on the bed. Mammon wrapped around you like a koala when you settled beside him. His warmth seeped into your bones as you let sleep take you again.

A snore woke you. Mammon’s breath tickled the back of your neck, drawing attention to the way his limbs entangled in yours. As cute as he was in his sleep, you knew you needed to have a conversation that was going to be difficult on all sides. 

It was easy to write-off Mammon’s need to always be around you as protectiveness. He was your babysitter, after all. The little gifts he snuck into your backpack (a charm for her D.D.D., the last chocolate bar in the vending machine, a paper crane) were nothing more than indications of your friendship. You had been incredibly, willfully blind. 

And it resulted in Mammon getting hurt. 

The look on his face as you and Lucifer had left the club was imprinted on the back of your eyelids. He’d been crushed and tried to hide it. Hurting him was unforgivable, especially when he received so little affection from the rest of the house.

“Mammon,” you whispered, reaching up to run a hand through his hair. His nose nuzzled further into your neck. “Come on, sleepyhead. Wake up.” 

He rolled over to give an entire body stretch, hands fisting as his arms extended. Mammon gave an overly dramatic yawn before he seemed to realize where he was. “Wh–?” 

“Good morning,” you said, turning to look at him more completely. Still sleep-addled and shirtless, he looked gorgeous in the dim light of your room. At least until the previous night rushed back to him and his defenses went up.

“Where were ya?” demanded Mammon. “You disappeared with Lucifer and then you were gone!” 

Starting with the easy questions, I see, you thought. 

“Where do you think I was?”

Silence and avoidance of eye contact. You let the awkwardness hang in the air. Prying information out of him was like pulling teeth. 

“Goin’ off with Lucifer was really stupid, ya know,” he said after a moment, still not looking at you. “He’s the worst outta all of us. Sadistic and cruel and–”

“Mammon, I’m fine,” you interrupted. “Why are you actually upset?” 

“I’m not upset! You’re just bein’ dumb. I’m lookin’ after ya so you don’t end up gettin’ hurt! Plus you left and we were supposed to hang out at the club and–” 

You put your hands on his cheeks and turned his face towards you. “Mammon, look at me. I’m not hurt. I had a good time. I’m sorry that it upset you that I left with him, but I’m not going to apologize for leaving itself.” 

Dark red bloomed under your fingers. Mammon closed his eyes under the weight of your gaze. “What if… what if I wanted to be the one to leave with you?

“Why didn’t you say anything, dummy?” you asked, keeping her voice gentle. 

His eyes shot open. He moved to take you fully in his arms, crushing you to his chest as his lips found yours. Mammon tasted like the sin he embodied–greed. It was there in his hands in your hair and the way his teeth sank into your lip. A tidal wave of desperation and fear. His body was rigid against yours, still braced for the blow of you pulling away. 

You did lean back from him to look at his face. “Mammon…” 

“Please.” He trembled under your hands.

Pupils blown wide and shirtless in your bed, you couldn’t bring yourself to push him away. You had wanted him for months and he finally admitted he wanted you only after someone else had moved first. Regardless of how sore your body was from round number whatever with Lucifer, having Mammon finally under your hands felt like the answer to a question you hadn’t thought to ask. 

But you needed to make sure he was in it for the right reasons.

“Mammon,” you said. “You’re not just doing this because I slept with Lucifer last night, right?” 

He shook his head, eyes earnest under his fringe. “I just wanna be yours.” 

This time, you kissed him first. Mammon all but melted into you at the first touch of your lips against his. Your hands traveled down to trace the lines of his body, noting the scars you found and where he jumped. 

“Stop, that tickles,” mumbled Mammon into the kiss. You poked at his side again, just to hear him laugh. 

He rolled you both so you were under him. Payback was apparently a barrage of kisses on your neck until you shrieked. Mammon was smiling again, joy lighting up his eyes. You resisted the urge to pinch his cheeks, settling on wrapping your arms around his neck to bring him back down to you. 

The kiss deepened, no longer tinged with the wild desperation of earlier, but still heated enough to pour need down your spine. Your nightshirt was quickly lost and you reveled in the feeling of his skin on yours. You stilled as Mammon’s hands found the waistband of your shorts. 

“We don’t–” he started. 

“I just left Lucifer’s bed,” you said bluntly. “I don’t want this to be weird for you.” 

Mischief danced across his face. That look did not usually bode well for her, but with the substantial erection pressed against your thigh, you were more curious than afraid. 

“I don’t care if you sleep with my brothers,” whispered Mammon, leaning down to drag his lips down the column of your neck. “I’m more interested in makin’ ya cum harder than they can.” 

Fucking hell, you thought as your shorts were pulled down and tossed aside. Apparently, the key was competition all along. 

Mammon’s sleep pants quickly joined the rest of your clothing on the floor. His mouth moved to explore your neck and you arched at the feeling of him fully on you. You should’ve been worn out from the night of dancing and debauchery, but your body seemed totally on board with more. 

He gasped out your name as your hand drifted down to wrap around his now-bared erection. So sensitive and expressive, pulling him apart was rapidly becoming your favorite pastime. If last night with Lucifer felt like delicious sin, this was blissful worship. Mammon’s eyes fluttered shut and your thumb swiped over the leaking tip. 

“Wha–” you yelped as he suddenly pulled back to slink down your body. His intentions became clear when he parted your legs and pressed his lips against you. 

Mammon’s tongue swirled and dipped, turning your breath ragged as your hips tilted under his hands to press for more friction. More more more not enou– Your eyes rolled to the back of your head under the force of his mouth sucking your clit. The addition of two of his fingers slipping into your dripping heat set your mouth running with praises and murmurs of his name. 

With a groan, Mammon pulled away from you. The high you had been chasing dropped out of view, leaving you furious. Before he could maneuver his hips between you thighs, swapped positions, straddling his lap and glaring down at him. 

“You bastard,” you gasped. “I was so close.” 

The smirk you received in response only pissed you off more. Reaching between you, you aligned his cock with your entrance and slid down the tiniest bit. Mammon’s hips bucked up to fully seat himself inside you, but you pulled up as he did. A chastising look kept him still on the bed. You rocked slightly, never taking more than an inch of him in as you did so.

“Stop teasin’ me,” whined Mammon. He threw one arm over his eyes, fisting the other hand in the sheets to keep himself immobile. 

“Why?” You leaned down to press a light kiss against his jaw. “You teased me.”

“Please,” he groaned. “I’m sorry! Just fuckin’ move, please.”

Luckily for Mammon, you were nearly as desperate as he was. Before he could beg again, you dropped down to take him fully to the hilt. His hands moved to grab your hips harshly as a hiss escaped his clenched teeth. You laughed, the sound a mixture of amusement and the same overwhelmed sensation Mammon felt. 

“Better?” you asked. His frantic panting gave you all the answer you needed, but his wide-eyed nod was also welcome. 

You leaned back on your hands, putting most of your weight on his thighs. The quick tempo of your rocking wouldn’t allow him to last for long. You refused to let your mind draw comparisons, but Mammon’s repeating of your name as a reverent prayer set you off just as Lucifer’s demanding growls had. 

It was delicious watching him come undone beneath you, but when Mammon’s hand your hip to rub circles along your clit, pleasure poured like water down your spine. The repetitive pressure pushed you further to the edge as he thrust up into you. 

“Please cum please,” chanted Mammon, redoubling his efforts on your clit. 

The sensations mixed with the way he begged and you quickly fell apart at the seams. White-hot bliss spread through you. Mammon quickly followed you over the edge, choking out your name one last time as his hips stuttered. 

You collapsed onto his chest, too weak to even attempt to get off of him. His arms came up to wrap around you in the dark. You should get up and clean you both off, perhaps take a full bath. But that meant losing out on listening to the way Mammon’s heartbeats slowed and feeling his hand stroke your back soothingly. 

“I meant it,” he whispered into your hair. “I’ll share you, if that’s what you want.” 

You nuzzled his chest, affection warming you from head to toe. “Thank you.” 

When your pulses had slowed and your breathing returned to normal, Mammon rolled you over to let himself up. He returned with a damp cloth to clean them both up; his gentle touches stood in stark contrast to the way your body had been handled for the last 24 hours. The thought made you giggle, but you waved his questioning glance off. The two of you weren’t quite there yet. 

“Back to sleep?” you asked as he curled around you in the bed. 

“Just for a bit,” yawned Mammon. “You wore me out.” 

“Shame,” you teased, poking him in the side. “I was going to try for another round, but if you’re tired–” 

He cut you off with a kiss and rolled you both over. “Look at that! I am suddenly recovered.” 

Your laugh gave way to gasps and Mammon smiled against your skin. Top that, dear brother.