#staying home together devilgram

[he-calls-me-kitten]

Jealousy, Jealousy (Part 1)

Solomon x F! MC

Long Slowburn, Angst to comfort, Rough language and behaviour

"I'm resigning as your apprentice, Solomon." The conviction in your voice was clear. You had clearly contemplated it for some time.

"You're... you're not even close to ready for higher level magic MC-" Solomon was clearly caught off-guard. More shocked than displeased.

"I don't need it. I don't need anything to do with magic or being a sorceror. I just- I'm done. So thank you for everything so far, but you won't need to waste your time with me anymore." You barely met his eyes before you walked out.

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This was two days ago. You were careful to tell him on a Friday, so you could avoid him for the weekend.

Mammon and Asmo both asked you whether you'd like to go out with them, but you refused. You didn't want to run into him on the streets either.

A part of you felt guilty for doing that to him. He did deserve an explanation atleast. But what could you possibly tell him?

I can't be around you anymore because I'm desperately in love with you but you already seem to have someone else.

No. It makes no sense. It sounds so juvenile and conceited, you shake your head and bite the inside of your cheek. You cringe at how strange and tense your next interaction with him might be.

But that wasn't a good enough reason for Lucifer to let you stay home. So you took a deep breath and left for RAD.

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To your relief, you had no classes in common in the first half. At lunch you sat alone, in a place where you'd usually never sit. Further lowering the chance to see him. So you ended up with a friendly bunch of Succubi from your classes.

They were complaining about how the assignments were too long to complete in one week and you wholeheartedly agreed. While one of them was mimicking the professor's stern voice, another one screamed.

She was holding up her phone and squealing in excitement. You peered at it. Asmo posted a new Devilgram story.

Of course.

You feigned interest to match the energy of these excited fangirls. But honestly you'd lost your appetite, listening to the conversation.

"Oh look, isn't that Solomon in the back? Oh he looks extra smoldering today. I wonder where he's staring so intently?"

"Yes yes that's definitely him. They're always together aren't they? Like an old married couple haha!"

"Solomon stays in Asmo's room when he stays at HOL, doesn't he? Oooh I wonder what sort of kinky things they get up to in there?!"

Asmo is incapable of loving him. He has known him for centuries and yet doesn't know anything about him. Even simple things like his favourite work of fiction or his music tastes. He has never taken interest in what Solomon's works or passions.

"Oh but I've heard Lucifer is more Solomon's type. Did you know he's been trying to get a pact with him since the last century?"

"Oh yeah I've definitely seen them around too. There's even fanart of them in the RAD fansites now ahaha!"

"They are totally like rivals to lovers. Did you see the magical duel they got into once? They are so equally matched!"

Lucifer cannot stand the sight of him, let alone trust him. He always told me how dubious and shady Solomon was, literally asking me to shut him up and keep him away once I became a sorceror.

You couldn't sit and stew in this conversation anymore, painfully close to puking out all the contents of your stomach. But they caught you trying to leave.

"What about you, MC? As his apprentice who do you think suits romantically Solomon?"

Me.

You wanted to scream it. But you didn't. How selfish and conceited of you. Who the hell were you decide? And it's not like people were not allowed to have their opinions on it. You couldn't in your right mind, judge them for simply making the most logical assumptions.

"Haha I honestly couldn't tell. We never really talked about things like these." You laughed awkwardly before excusing yourself. The bell rang just in time. You headed straight to class.

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You were clutching your books to your chest. How did things turn out like this? You were sure to be as fast as possible. How did all the seats get filled up? And why was the only empty seat next to Solomon?

"MC, please come in and sit down. We need to get the class started." The professor said, impatiently. You nodded in apology and headed in the direction of your doom.

You could feel his eyes on focused on you, sending chills down your spine. But you didn't dare glance more than once. It didn't help that this was a double period.

And anytime your hands or elbows accidentally touched, you flinched, muttering soft apologies and tried to move your seat away. But somehow your seat was being pulled back into place again.

"The next assignment is to be done in pairs. So everyone partner up with person you're sitting next to and finish it by next class. Class dismissed."

Oh, just my fucking luck.

"I'll come by the House of Lamentation at 7:30 tonight." His voice was icy as he got up from his seat, moving back so you get out of class first. On your way home, all you could hear was the sound of your heart pounding wildly.

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You were suprised that the house was still empty at 7. You texted the brothers asking if something happened.

Satan texted back about how there had been a sudden increase influx of student requests and the student council has too many of them to review.

Beel texted you to eat without them cause they might have to stay in school overnight. You felt your anxiety rise. The thought of being all alone in the house with Solomon...

The doorbell rung exactly at 7:30. You opened the door and welcomed him in. The coldness never left his eyes. His footsteps were deliberately slower and more weighted as he followed you to your room.

"I've set up the initial requirements of the experiment, so if you have the magical items and extracts, we can just get started right away-"

SLAM!

The door shut and locked loudly behind him. You thought you could get away with pretending everything was fine but clearly he had different intentions.

"I believe you owe me some explanations, MC." He walked over to the bed, grabbing your wrist along. You could feel the repressed anger in his grip. It scared and excited you all at once.

You found yourself cornered against the wall behind the bed, your ankles binded together by his glowing ropes. Struggling was useless. He leaned forward until you could feel his hot breath on your lips.

"Sorry about the extreme measure MC, but you have a rather unpleasant habit of running away from conversations."

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To be continued....

[strawberriesinbloom]

Taking Lucifer Down a Peg (or Two)

MC/Lucifer

Summary: Lucifer's demon form was powerful, perfect, and poised. Was it really so bad that you wanted to see more of it?

Word Count: 2732

This fic is set in Nightbringer and based off of Mammon's NB Chapter A Devilgram. There shouldn't be too many spoilers besides the basic plot of Nightbringer (aka you're stuck in the past), and what I shared in the link.

This is a tickle fic btw

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“I can’t believe the time,” you muttered, staring at your D.D.D. It was so late, much later than you planned to stay at the House of Lamentation. You pressed your lips together. Solomon was probably worried out of his mind.

Lucifer eyed you warily, slowing his pace down to keep up with your stride. “Yes, I apologize for keeping you here so late. I did not expect your duties to take so long.”

You resisted the urge to roll your eyes. You would have been home a lot sooner if Satan hadn’t decided to trash the entire kitchen, which set off Beelzebub, who accidentally bumped into Mammon, who–

Ugh. You were getting a headache just thinking about it.

“It's fine,” you said, “It’s not that long of a trek back to Cocytus Hall, anyway.”

“No, it's too dangerous to travel by yourself at night. You should leave in the morning.”

You snorted, following Lucifer, as he walked up the stairs and away from the front door. “Did you forget that I’ve been in the Devildom much longer than you?” 

It wasn’t a lie. Technically.

Lucifer raised an eyebrow and gave you a look. “Then, consider this to be a selfish request,” he said, looking over at you with an amused glint in his eyes. “Would you consider spending the night here with me?”

Lucifer stopped in the middle of the hallway, his hand resting on the doorknob to his room. You almost bumped into him but stopped yourself just in time. He was awaiting a response from you. 

“My, my, sleeping in your room? That's a bit forward, isn't it?” You asked in a teasing tone. It didn't matter if it was the past or the present: you would never pass up the chance to poke fun at Lucifer.

A bit of pink dusted his cheeks. It was subtle, but it was there. “I was thinking that you would stay in the guest room, but my room works, as well,” he said quietly. 

He opened the door and stepped inside. You followed right behind him. “I think I'll sleep in your room. Your bed looks more comfortable, anyway.”

That was a lie. You knew from personal experience that his bed felt like sleeping on a brick, but those were the sacrifices you had to make to get some one-on-one time with this elusive demon.

Lucifer said, “I have a spare set of nightwear you can borrow and an unopened pack of toothbrushes you can choose from.”

“I can choose a toothbrush? Wow, I really am living the high life here.”

“Stop dawdling.”

“Alright, alright. I get it.”

Once you and Lucifer got ready for bed, you flopped down on his mattress and scooted over to the right side, shimmying underneath the covers. You sighed, nuzzling the pillow. The familiar scent of cedarwood was comforting. It was almost like you had never left your timeline. 

Lucifer stared at you with his arms crossed, no doubt bewildered by how easily you had made yourself at home in his bed. You stared right back at him with a neutral expression. Finally, he blew air out of his nose in amusement before laying down next to you. Lucifer picked up a large book on his bedside table and opened it up to where he had placed his plain blue bookmark. He began reading. 

You turned over so that you were facing Lucifer. “What’s that book about?” 

A conflicted, almost sullen look crossed Lucifer’s face for a brief moment. “Oh, this?” In an out-of-character moment, he hesitated. “It's about an angel falling in love with a human. It's fiction, simply a bit of light reading before bed,” he said.

You snickered. “Light?” That thing was huge.

“Yes, light.”

“You know, that reminds me.” You sat up in bed, tossing the covers away from you. “Mammon told me once that angels could take off their wings. Is that true?” 

“It is but not in the way you're thinking.” He thumbed the page he was on but hadn't committed to turning it completely. “Angels can choose to hide or show their wings similar to how demons can choose to hide or show their demonic characteristics. It’s their version of our demon forms if you will.”

“Oh, that’s interesting.”

Lucifer hummed, going back to reading his novel.

You fiddled with the corner of the comforter. “Mammon also told me that you used to have twelve wings when you were an angel, but he never got to see them.”

Lucifer didn't respond, choosing to focus on his book. He turned the page and let out a small huff of laughter at whatever he had read. Was he ignoring you on purpose? 

You narrowed your eyes and crossed your arms in front of your chest. “Mammon said something else that piqued my interest. He mentioned that he thought tickling you might have made the rest of them pop out,” you said.

Lucifer glared at you as though you were a rotten banana peel he found on the ground. His nose wrinkled in irritation. “Don't you dare.” His knuckles tightened against the book he was holding.

“It's too bad Mammon can't test out his theory, anymore, but since you told me that demon and angel forms are similar to each other…” You trailed off, allowing your hand to do the talking. You wiggled your fingers and slowly reached out toward his stomach.

Lucifer grabbed your wrist, gripping it a tad harder than was honestly necessary. You tried not to wince in pain. He was holding his book in one hand now, and you noticed that it was shaking slightly in his hold. His nostrils were flared, and a terrifying look swam in his reddish-gray eyes.

It was cute seeing Lucifer panic like that. It was a rare but not an unwelcome sight, that was for certain. He was desperately trying to regain control of the situation. Too bad you had to ruin that.

“If you try to lay a single finger on me, I'll–” 

Lucifer interrupted himself with a sharp gasp when you used your other hand to dig into the soft part of his thigh. He jerked his leg up, letting go of both your wrist and his book, which tumbled all of the way to the floor. 

“Oops, sorry,” you chuckled. You used this opportunity to spider all ten of your fingers along his sides. 

He tried to grab your wrists again, but you, expecting this, immediately pivoted to tickle his thighs, again. Lucifer wriggled under your grip. His cheeks turned a bright red, as he tried to suppress his laughter. Admittedly, he was doing a good job. You probably wouldn’t have realized the tickling was getting to him if it wasn’t for the fact that he was acting like he was being electrocuted.

Lucifer choked out, “Stop that!” He grabbed your shoulders and pushed you back. You fell over with only a small blow to your ego. Lucifer tried to get out of his bed, but you played dirty. Very dirty.

“Stay!” you shouted, using your pact powers on him. 

A surge of magic flew through the air, as Lucifer flopped down on his back. He tried to get up, but you were quickly at his side. You wiggled your fingers against his ribs, taking the time to silently count every single one.

Lucifer kicked his legs out. His face was contorted into a grimace, but if you looked close enough, you could see the hint of a smile across his lips. You were so close to breaking him. Lucifer weakly grabbed your upper arm, but your pact prevented him from doing much else.

“Sorry for using my powers on you,” you said, “but I really wanted to see if Mammon was right. I want to tickle you until your demon form pops out. You’ll forgive me for that, right?” After all, wasn’t it better to beg for forgiveness than ask for permission?

Lucifer opened his mouth to retort but immediately clamped his mouth shut. You could tell he was afraid of bursting out into laughter. A loud huff of air moved past his lips, causing him to press them together.

You moved to claw at his stomach. 

Lucifer jumped and squeaked.

You paused, staring at him with awe. He looked at you with a pained expression. 

“I can’t believe I made that sound,” he said helplessly. 

“I can.” 

You started tickling him again, focusing on that one sensitive spot near his belly button that had made him squeak. Lucifer writhed under your touch. He tried grabbing at your arms and wrists again but with much more desperation this time. You slipped your hands underneath his shirt, drilling your thumbs into the divots just above his hips. His skin was deliciously warm, and you couldn't help but linger in that one spot.

“HAHAHA!” Lucifer suddenly burst out into loud, frantic cackles. “DAHAHAMMIT!” His smile was wide, despite how hard he was trying to force it back down into a frown. If you looked close enough, you could see what appeared to be tiny fangs where his incisors would be. Were those always there, or was it a sign?

“You have a nice laugh, Lucifer,” you said, continuing to tickle that same spot. It seemed to be particularly bad for him, which meant that you were obligated to torture him there.

Lucifer managed to whack your shoulder. It only stung a little. “Shuhut uhuhuh–UHUP” The poor guy couldn't even get more than a few words in due to how hard he was laughing. He tossed his head back and continued to cackle. You pinched at his hips. He seized your wrists, trying to pull them off, but he couldn't. “AHA! NOHOT THEHEHERE!”

You shrugged. Lucifer seemed to be at his limit already, so you decided to be a little merciful. Slipping your hands out from underneath his shirt, you began to dig your fingers into his armpits. Lucifer dissolved into soft, almost (but not quite) hiccupy giggles.

“Ehehehehe…” Lucifer squeezed his eyes shut and jerked his head away. He bit his bottom lip to stop himself from laughing. It worked for a couple of seconds until you started to gently scratch at the area right below his underarms. “Ahaha! I'm going to–I’m going ehehehe to gehehet you for thihihis.” He looked angry, at least, as angry as he could have with an adorable smile and rosy cheeks offsetting his furrowed eyebrows. 

“I’d like to see you try.”

That was the wrong thing to say because Lucifer managed to land a strong kick straight to your stomach. You doubled over, the air whooshing out of you. Yep, you deserved that for getting so cocky around a demon. Lucifer flipped himself over on his hands and knees to try to get away from you. 

That was right. You were in the past now. The pact bond between you and Lucifer was weaker, and thus, less effective. Huh. Thankfully, you had some old-fashioned tricks up your sleeve. 

You sat on the small of his back. 

“What are you doing?” Lucifer growled, trying to buck you off. 

You grinned. “I think you know.” You squeezed his sides and dragged your nails up and down his terribly sensitive skin. It was a little embarrassing for a demon of his caliber to be this ticklish, but you didn't tell him that.

Lucifer swore under his breath. “Stohohop or else!” He was trying to knock you off, again, but you planted yourself firmly on top of him. 

“I'd like you to stay right there, Lucifer,” you said, using your pact on him, again. 

He stilled, no longer trying to push you off of him. You smiled and took this opportunity to really get under his skin. You tickled him along his torso and wherever your fingers could reach, taking the time to focus on his most sensitive spots.

Lucifer pressed his face against the mattress in an attempt to muffle his loud laughter. “You b–behehetter behe ehehe prepared for your puhuhuhunishment! Ahaha! HahahAHAha!” He shrieked when you managed to suddenly spider your fingertips along the sides of his neck. He scrunched his shoulders up, but that didn't stop you from trying to draw that sound out from him, again.

You chose to ignore him and pretended to peer at the top of his head. “Ooh, are those horns I see? I think it's working! I can see your demon form emerging.” You were just kidding, of course, but the urge to tease Lucifer never stops.

“Stop lying!” Lucifer managed to grunt out in between fits of pure laughter. You had never seen him laugh this much before, not even in the present. It was nice seeing this side of him. You supposed that the main difference between Lucifer from the past and Lucifer from the present was that your Lucifer was better at hiding his reactions. This one hadn't quite mastered that skill, yet.

“I don't think I am,” you said. You started to tickle his hips, again. That was your favorite spot because of the reactions you’d get from him whenever you teased him there.

Lucifer clawed at the area in front of him, balling up fistfuls of the comforter in his hands at a time. A part of you wanted to hear him beg, but you knew he was too prideful to do something like that.

He cackled and pounded the mattress with his fist. “AHAHA! Stop! Stohop ihit now!” His commanding presence was muddled by how cute and giggly he was being. Lucifer wriggled and twisted in place, desperate to get you to stop tickling him. His entire body twitched with each new touch. 

“Aw, but I haven't even–ugh!”

Something hit you square in the jaw. Stars clouded your vision, as you tumbled backward. You almost fell off of Lucifer’s bed, but you managed to catch yourself just in time. You propped yourself on one elbow and rubbed the underside of your stinging face. Yeah, that was going to leave a nasty bruise later. You were pretty sure you accidentally bit your tongue, too.

Wait. There was something weird inside of your mouth. Ew! You spat it out into your hand and tried not to gag. Opening your eyes, you saw that it was…a black feather? You inspected it further. Yep, that was what it was. Where did it come from?

You looked up and saw Lucifer. He had managed to sit up on his knees and was scowling at you. The diamond on his forehead looked oddly menacing in the dim lighting of his bedroom. His flowy black and red outfit was draped over his body, trailing along the bed. His horns, black as night, twisted up from his head, pointing up toward the ceiling. Lucifer’s two sets of wings flapped angrily, sending a small gust of wind your way.

He was in his demon form.

Lucifer was in his demon form.

Mammon was right.

You were able to tickle Lucifer until his demon form popped out.

Wow.

As much as you wanted to celebrate this achievement, you weren’t able to, considering the death glare Lucifer was giving you. His breathing was ragged and his face was still cherry red, but that didn't change how menacing Lucifer could be when he was in his demon form.

“Congratulations. You were right. I hope you're proud of yourself,” Lucifer said. His voice was a low growl. The smirk he was giving you sent shivers up your spine. He tugged on his gloves like he was preparing for something.

“I am, actually,” you muttered, slowly crawling backward. Maybe if you made a run for it, you could make it to the door…

Lucifer shook his head. “Always so cocky, despite knowing exactly what I'm going to do to you.”

“And that would be?”

“I'm going to tickle you until you're begging for mercy. Do you think you could handle that?” Lucifer stepped up close to you, subtly blocking off your exit.

You smiled at him, as sweetly as you could. “I seriously doubt you could lay a hand on me.”

Lucifer raised an eyebrow. “Is that a challenge?”

“Maybe.”

The fury on Lucifer’s face washed away, as he started to snicker. He shook his head in exasperation and pressed his fingers against his temples. “You always know how to push my buttons.”

That, you did.

[obeymevibes]

― i've just been thinking 'bout you

pairing: mammon/mc

genre : fluff 🌥

Your nails tapped quite frantically against the screen of your DDD, having it become the victim of your frustration. The pillows that were sitting neatly by your headboard slipped on the floor as you sprawled on the bed in a huff.

Were you being selfish? Jealous?

What if he met someone at the party? He could've been entertaining anyone.

You've been checking Asmo's and Mammon's Devilgram stories, refreshing your feed every couple minutes. Asmo had been updating his audience often enough, showing off pretty faced demons and witches like a prize.

Rolling onto your back, you squeezed a random plushie under your arm. The profound silence and the emptiness of the ceiling you stared at, momentarily seemed to allow your thoughts to elevate. You grabbed your DDD, carelessly selecting Mammon's contact. Pressing it to your ear, you scrambled for words to start off with. He could be already intoxicated or his attention could be completely claimed by someone else.

The phone rang for what felt like hours and you began losing hope for the matter.

"Mc?" he called your name, concerned. You were relieved to hear his voice and judging by the fading music on the other line, he walked outside to answer. "Hey, is everything alright?"

Although you've known him for a long enough time and he's been sleeping with you in your room every night, something had been different for a while. You jolted upwards, brushing your hair away from your face nervously as if he was in the room with you.

"Everything's fine, yeah. I'm just um... I'm just wondering how the party is going." that was half true, you did intend to be slightly nosy.

"It's good! It's fun. Wish ya were here!"

You pressed your lips together and your brief quietness confused him.

"Uh... Mc?"

The dim light from the candle in your room flickered dramatically and you watched the dancing flame for a few seconds.

"I'm sorry. Sorry for calling you while you're out having fun as well." you sighed, picking the pillows up from the floor and placing them back in their everyday spot. "I just can't stop thinking about you, more than usual."

Somehow you could hear him freeze and you gave him the time to process it.

"I'm coming home."

"No! Don't be ridiculous! Stay at the party!"

"Nah, I'm going home."

"Mammon! Keep your ass at that party! You stop that right now!"

That went on back and forth until he agreed to stay. Surprisingly.

"Eh, Asmo is yelling at me to go back inside." the demon spoke in a somewhat whiny tone.

You let out a small laugh. "Fair enough. I'll see you tomorrow morning, yeah? I love you." and you hung up, popping your DDD on the nightstand to charge. Whatever chaos that was going to cause.

[strawberry-cowmilk]

♡ don't stop dancing ♡

-> asmodeus x mc

a/n: so, somehow the old version got labeled as mature. I like this fic so here's a 'censored' version with less swearing and other vulgarities!! ♡♡

mc's gender is not mentioned, not proof read

content warnings: reverse comfort, crying, insecurity

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It's a nice distraction, you know? Going out, talking to friends, forgetting why you were sad last night. Was it because your favorite eyeshadow sold out? Maybe you messed an assignment up? It was an important one after all. Did you realise nobody you've been with ever truly loved you? They just thought you're a cute score, a doll. Or did you secretly hate yourself, the shell that is the way you look isn't pretty enough to fool others into thinking you're not messed up underneath? Who cares, right? You have an audience, everyone you know (and, well, those you don't). Don't you dare make them worried for you! Leave them with a smile!

Oh, don't misunderstand. You're not manipulating anyone! Your toxically positive image is technically not a lie. It's still you, but without any flaws. But you have hard days too, you know? Sometimes you vent just a tiny bit of that cooped up frustration and feel terrible afterwards. It's just who you are, but you can't stop dancing, so pull yourself together and smile for the camera! Devilgram's gonna love this! You look so beautiful!

How many times have you felt so bad and unloved you impulsively went clubbing several nights in a row? With the pure intention to find somebody who's willing to spend the night with you? Just to quench your thirst of your messed up image of love. Honestly, who wouldn't pass up a chance to be with you! You're so pretty! But honey, deep down, you know that's not love. But, you've become the perfect identity, somebody should take a bite of you, right? What was all the work for otherwise? And then the same somebody makes you leave their place at dawnbreak. Then you walk back home in shame, only to repeat the cycle again. Ah, don't forget the times you were convinced you were totally over an ex, only to miss them again five minutes later. One day, enough will be enough. How much longer can you play the actor? What if somebody sees right through you? What if the facade crumbles? Actually, nevermind. You know it's too much when you're leaning against your bathtub in your grandiose bathroom, crying your eyes out.

It's not unusual for Asmo to stay in his bathroom for hours, but this time, you couldn't help but worry. Maybe the average person couldn't notice, but you could tell he was acting a little off for a while. Perhaps Lucifer noticed too. It might be a bad idea, given how much your stomach fluttered. Still, you knocked on the door regardless. 'Hey, are you okay in there?' you could faintly hear some shuffling and running water before the demon replied. 'Yes, everything's okay! The bath temperature just isn't right yet.' No, something was definitely wrong. Asmodeus always calls you some sort of pet name when you suddenly show up. Also, he always takes a bath first when he enters the bathroom. Considering the demon's been in there for hours already, it would be odd if he went in the bath now. You pursed your lips briefly before knocking again.

'Can I come in?'

'No need, All is good!'

'I just want to see you.'

'Mc! You can wait for me to leave the bathroom if you miss me so much!'

'It's not that, I just want to check if you're alright.'

'No need, hon!'

'Asmo, I'm coming in, okay?'

'...'

Just as you thought, something has happened here. There wasn't even water in the tub, just some splashed on the floor in front of the sink. The mirrors were covered with towels, robes and clothes. When you looked Asmo in the eyes, you saw the redness around his amber irises, and slight the dampness of his lashes, yep, he was crying earlier. You sat down on the edge of the tub, patted the spot next to you and waited for Asmo to join you. His shoulders were all stiff and his smile was forced: you caught him doing things he didn't think the world should know. Why didn't he send you away, though? One time Solomon walked in on Asmo using a smile trainer and he flung a vase at the sorcerer, making him leave.

'So, is everything okay?' the avatar of lust asked innocently, oh the irony. You carefully placed your hand over his. 'Asmo, are you okay?' That was when something in him shattered, like a glass cup colliding with the floor. He stared at you with widened eyes before clinging onto you, letting the sobs shake his body. Had he so desperately waited for somebody to ask him that? To 'save' him? The sudden change in mood took you by surprise, but you gently embraced the demon back, letting your fingers trail up and down his spine. Asmodeus held you when you were upset and cried, now you're doing the same for him.

'Mc, it was never okay! Not even back in the Celestial Realm!' He coughed a little before continuing. 'I was praised for my beauty, but I wasn't even the best there! But it was all I had. I ignored all my problems to make them think I'm beautiful inside and out...' Asmo squeezed you a little closer to himself, as if using you to hide behind. You carefully played with a lock of his hair in an attempt to comfort him. '...and then, and then after we fell, it became worse. I'm literally a monster now, Mc! I'll never even be pretty! I'm a fraud! Nobody cares about me, nobody loves me!' That was when the uncontrollable sobs came back. Honestly, you were fighting a couple of tears yourself. To have Asmodeus be so open with you, is it because he trusts you so much or because nobody else bothered to check on him?

'Hey, listen to me.' you spoke gently after the demon was cried out. 'You are more than just how you look, or what others think of you.' You tried to look him in the eyes, but he was hiding his face in the crook of your neck. Asmo couldn't believe his ears. His whole life he's been reduced to seeing himself as an accessory. Won't others hate him if he was vulnerable? Or think he's a burden? Right now his face is all red and puffy, if he showed you this 'ugly' side of himself, would you leave him?Reluctantly, Asmo pulled himself away from you, and stared right into your gaze. You didn't run, or look disgusted or anything. You just smiled. Are you proud of his little act of bravery? 'Mc, you're really sweet. Thank you.'

[masiola]

Obey me brothers and datetables at the club 😛😛

Lucifer, Diavolo and Barbatos

Lucifer goes maybe once or twice a year with Diavalo, only to the VIP clubs.

3 bottles of demonus later, Lucifer can't form coherent words because he's laughing so hard.

Luci once went to a public club and so many demons were swarming around him asking to dance. Never again.

Diavolo mainly goes for Lucifer's sake so 'Lucifer can let his hair down' (is what he told Barbatos).

Also, to meet his favourite celebrities and get their autographs.

Barbatos accompanies Diavolo, when Lucifer can't. He makes sure Diavolo doesn't drink too much and does something stupid.

Barb usually just stands in the corner, but occasionally you might catch him tapping his foot to the music.

Mammon, Asmodeus and Beelzebub

Mammon and Asmo go together quite often. They play a game of who can get the most people to buy them drinks.

Asmo wins everytime because of his charm.

"What do ya mean I have plenty of charm too!"

Asmo sometimes visits the VIP clubs, but like most of his brother's prefers the public ones.

If Asmo is clubbing without his brothers, he's definitely leaving with at least two demons. Hoe life or no life.

Beel leaves half way through the night to get food from some burger place across the street.

If he sees someone who is too drunk to walk and on their own, he'll get them some water and help them call a taxi home .

Leviathan and Belphagor

The brothers convinced Levi to go once. He stayed in the bathroom for most of the night, playing games on his phone. It was too stressful and overwhelming for him so he never came back out. Probably snuck out the bathroom window.

Belphie didn't need much convincing. Beel asked to join him so he went.

He fell asleep at the bar, 2am, music blasting around him.

The bartender asked if he's okay, and the brothers said he's doing fine and to leave him be. Beel carried him home later.

Satan

Drinks a little too much and let's his sin get to the best of him.

Over time he got banned from most of the clubs in the Devildom for starting fights. Mammon recorded one of them and the video blew up on devilgram.

Solomon

He doesn't go often, but when he does it's because Asmo invited him.

Would try mixing the drinks like potions to create the most atrocious looking and tasting 'cocktails'. Dares Asmo to drink it.

Asmo says no? No problem he'll chug it himself like it's nothing. Would probably pass out for like 2 seconds and then get back up, ready to party some more.

Somehow immune to hangovers, maybe magic?

He's notorious for taking demons back to Purgatory Hall. Simeon and Luke watch them do the walk of shame in the morning, shaking their heads disapprovingly.

Simeon

As an angel, he does not indulge in drinking or clubbing culture.

Solomon once asked him if he wanted to go disguised.

"How could you suggest such a thing!" >:0

[owlisbuffering]

A Study in MC

Genre: fluff, introspection?, pre-relationship

Pairing: Satan x reader/MC (who is not present)

Word count: 2051

Summary: While retrieving your belongings from the Human Realm, Satan gets more glimpses into who you are and reminisces how his perceptions of you have changed.

Notes: reader/ MC is gender neutral; memories/ flashbacks are in italics; this is my first fic in years, be gentle with me

Cross posted on ao3

Satan scowled and directed a rude gesture at Lucifer as he walked through the portal. It promptly closed behind him and he closed his eyes, releasing a deep sigh. A satisfied smile grew on his face and he turned slowly, taking in his new surroundings.

Though you'd been in the devildom for quite some time already, it had only now been determined that someone ought to retrieve some of your personal effects from the human world. It may never have happened at all, but somehow Lord Diavolo had learned about "homesickness," and he immediately determined that measures must be taken lest the dreaded ailment befall the precious human.

Thus, Lucifer had you compile a list of items you wanted along with their locations, and Satan was tasked with retrieving them. Lucifer would have taken it upon himself, but Lord Diavolo needed him to compile reports for an urgent last-minute meeting. That meant he had no choice but to assign one of his brothers to the task, and though he was loath to admit it, Satan was really the most reliable option. Mammon would undoubtedly steal some of your things to attempt to sell them, Levi and Belphie were out for obvious reasons, Asmo would probably go through your closet and drawers and post everything to Devilgram, and Beel would empty your kitchen.

Naturally, Satan was affronted when Lucifer informed him how he was to spend his afternoon and argued, citing a distinct lack of consideration of his time and schedule and how huge an inconvenience this would be. Truth be told, it was entirely for show: Satan was intrigued and thrilled at the prospect of seeing your home, especially your room. A person's room said a lot about them. Sure, he was intimately acquainted with your room in the devildom, but really it was only just starting to become yours rather than just the room you were staying in. In contrast, now he'd get to see the room you'd lived in for years, that you'd arranged and decorated and filled with things that you chose, everything coming together to paint a unique picture of you: your habits, your hobbies, your tastes. Yes, Satan was eager to say the least, but he wasn't about to let Lucifer know that.

The portal had deposited him in what appeared to be your living room. It looked much as he had anticipated, and as he surveyed the room, an array of pictures on one wall caught his eye. He approached them for a closer look, and to his satisfaction found it was a collection of family photos, many of which featured younger versions of you. He couldn't help a chuckle as his eyes fell on a baby picture of you having a bath, conveniently censored with a washcloth. He snapped a quick photo of it with his DDD, plus a few of some of the other photos, then turned his attention to the list.

Almost all of the items you wanted were located in your bedroom, aside from a few bathroom items and your favorite mug. Instead of any actual descriptive terms, next to "mug," you'd simply written "You'll know it when you see it." Interest piqued, he headed to the kitchen. Glass panels in the top cupboards removed the guesswork of which one contained the mugs, so he opened it and began perusing the surprising assortment your family had stowed. There were many novelty or souvenir mugs, ornately patterned ones, and some with humorous or snarky sayings, but none of them really struck him as befitting you. Then-

"Hello, what's this?" He reached into the back corner and withdrew a mug adorned with the original illustration of Alice talking to the Cheshire Cat from Alice's Adventures in Wonderland, along with the quote "Well, I've often seen a cat without a grin,' thought Alice, 'but a grin without a cat is the most curious thing!" A closer examination showed that the cat seemed to be a slightly different color than the rest of the design. Curious, he moved to the faucet and ran the hot water. After deeming it hot enough, he filled the mug and waited. Sure enough, as he watched, the Chesire cat's body disappeared from the picture, leaving behind his smile.

Satan was elated! This alone was worth the trip. He found himself wearing a grin to match the pictured cheshire's as he dumped the water out and dried the mug, then carefully stowed it in the travel bag he'd brought to hold your things. It was enchanted to hold as much as he needed it to, as well as to ensure nothing would break or get damaged, but just to be safe he placed another spell on the mug itself to protect it.

As he moved toward your bedroom, a memory from early in your acquaintance came to mind:

You were staring at him again. This had been happening with great frequency as of late and was beginning to get on his nerves. He'd just finished discussing the most recent exam with the Devildom History professor; the fool had completely bungled the dates of the Brimstone Treatise, and while it was a more obscure event, wasn't accuracy part of this demon's job? But, ever the gentleman, he kept his polite smile on his face all through the infuriating conversation and now presently turned this smile to you.

"Is something the matter, MC?"

For a moment you just kept staring, your head cocked slightly to the side. Satan's irritation was on the verge of morphing into flat-out anger when you finally responded.

"You're a Cheshire cat."

That was unexpected. He managed to keep his smile in place despite his suprise, but just barely. "I beg your pardon?"

"I can't help but think of the Cheshire cat when I see you. I've watched you with plenty of different individuals, in all kinds of situations- flirting, debating, ordering, teaching- and you've always got that smile. If I didn't know any better, I'd bet it would remain if you vanished...which makes me wonder: how would you look without it?" You gave him a small half-smile, then grabbed your schoolbag and left the classroom. 

Ironically enough, that's when the carefully crafted smile fell from his face.

That interaction was a bit of a turning point in how he saw you. If you actually wanted to see his genuine expressions, then it wouldn't be a stretch to assume you wanted to know what he actually thought. And if that was the case, then couldn't it also be hypothesized that you cared what he thought? And so, he decided maybe it might be worthwhile to test his hypotheses. For research.

At the door to your bedroom, he paused with his hand on the knob. Why did he suddenly feel nervous? How odd. He took a deep breath to settle himself, then opened the door.

The room was in dissarray. Not messy per se, but perhaps a somewhat organized chaos, not too unlike his own room without the towering stacks of books. No sooner had he thought this than he felt his foot bump something. Looking down, he saw that a small stack of books had tipped onto his shoe. As he bent to right them, he discovered no less than four more book stacks of varying heights near your bed, with another five books stashed underneath the bed, nevermind the two large bookcases you had, both completely full. He let out a loud laugh at his discovery, only for it to turn into a gasp when he heard a plaintive "Meow!"

How could he have forgotten?! He knew you had a cat; he'd seen pictures and heard stories about it. He'd just gotten so caught up in his other discoveries about you. But there on your bed, curled up on what appeared to be an over-sized nightshirt was your cat, blinking at him blearily.

"Did I wake you? My apologies. It's a pleasure to finally meet you. I've heard so much about you."

The cat stretched and sniffed Satan's offered hand, then meowed and gave it a lick. Satan sat on the bed next to the cat, making a mental note as he did so that your mattress here was a bit softer than the one you had in the House of Lamentation. The cat got up and climbed into Satan's lap, sniffing his jacket.

"I brought new smells with me, didn't I? You probably smell MC on me, too, don't you? Yes, MC and I are very.......good friends." he finished lamely.

To be honest, he wasn't entirely sure what term fit the two of you currently. You'd gone on dates and flirted often, but he didn't think you two were considered a couple. He wanted to be, and if the brushes of fingers and lingering gazes were any indication, so did you.

Your cat started purring loudly while Satan scratched its chin. "MC says you always slept with them. That's probably why you're curled up on their pajamas, isn't it?"

He glanced over at the nightshirt and had to smile again. Now that your cat had moved, he could see the design: a person sitting on top of a stack of books, reading, with the caption "So many books, so little time."

He held his bedroom door open, granting you entry. Technically, you'd been inside a few other occasions, but they were very brief instances. This was the first time you were able to actually gawk and really take in the sheer magnitude of books Satan had. Staring at the towers the many stacks formed, you moved forward slowly, so thankfully you managed to catch yourself before toppling one. Satan turned his back to you and rolled his eyes, waiting for the inevitable remark about the clutter and precariousness of the state of his room that everyone seemed to feel obligated to make upon spending more than a few moments inside. When it didn't come he turned to look at you.

"You're not going to say anything about my too many books or how I choose to house them?" he asked with some impatience.

You didn't even glance at him, still staring around his room with a look of awe and reverence. You gave an appreciative little nod. "I get it."

He felt warmth creeping into his face and had to turn away again.

Satan shook his head with a small smile. You got it, indeed. Slowly looking around your room again, much the same way you had done in his, he was suddenly overwhelmed with the desire to see you. Best to not take too much time so that he could return to the House of Lamentation about the time you'd be finishing your tasks for the day.

He looked down at your cat, reluctant to lose the feline's company. After some quick mental math, he determined he could allow himself three minutes to indulge himself. Once the three minutes were up, he heaved a deep sigh and gently picked the cat up and placed it back on your bed, then set about gathering the rest of the items you had listed......and some you hadn't: all of your books were put in the bag. Even if you didn't necessarily wish to have them, Satan intended to borrow them. As he collected the items he made sure to give your cat a scratch or a pet every time he passed it. He was sorely tempted to bring the cat with him, but you had foreseen that and had emphasized in no less than three places on the list, in all caps and with ample exclamation points every time: "LEAVE THE CAT!!!!!!!!!" Honestly, he still may have brought it had he not had the realization that if he did, the cat would undoubtedly monopolize your cuddling. While you and Satan may not have been quite to the point of cuddling, he did not wish to make it any harder upon himself to get there, nor could he help the mild jealousy that arose.

Finally finished, he sent Barbatos a text saying he was ready, gave the cat a final scratch and bid it goodbye, and walked into the portal that opened a moment later. A small, sincere smile stole across his face at the thought of returning to you.

[nishayuro]

Obey me! How the characters spend their valentines with you

Part 1- Lucifer, Mammon. Leviathan

Part 2- Satan, Asmodeus, Beelzebub, Belphegor

Genre: Fluff

GN!MC

Warning: Suggestive in Asmo’s part, Slight spoilers in Belphie's part

Satan:

He brings you to a bookstore or a library and you both browse for books that interest the both of you.

Does a little game where you give each other a word and find a book containing that word.

Cuddled up sitting on his bed in your pyjamas, sipping your drink of choice with him reading to you in his calming voice.

After purchasing books, he brings you to a pet cafe to play with the dogs and cats there!

While there, he gives you his gift which is a plushie of you and him with cat ears (Catan and CatMC)

After the cafe, you both went back to the House of Lamentation and went into his room where he read you one of the books you bought together.

When he feels your soft breathing and sees you asleep, a smile appears on his face and lays you both down. But not without a kiss on the forehead and a goodnight.

“Look at that cute kitten!” you squealed, picking it up and showing Satan. “Wait… stay like that…” he said, opening his phone and snapping a photo. “This is my new wallpaper,” he said with a smile. “Not fair! I want a photo of you as my new wallpaper too!” you protested, giving him the kitten and snapping a photo. “This is soo cute!!” you exclaimed.

“Ohh, look at that dog over there, c’mere~” you called the big dog over and started petting it. “What should we order, MC?” Satan asked, taking a look at the menu as a waiter approached. “Hmm, a strawberry and cream milkshake and a shawarma bowl” you said, still petting the dog. “I’ll have an iced latte with a slice of apple pie” Satan ordered. “Ohh, should we get pet treats?” you asked. “Sure, We’ll also take some pet treats,” he added. “Oh, I have a gift for you, MC” He reached into his bag and pulled out two plushies, one of you and one of him, both with cat ears. “Oh my Diavolo! They’re soo cute!” you excitedly said, reaching over to see. “I hope you like them, MC” he smiled, “I love them!! Thank you!!” you exclaimed, hugging him tightly. “Anything for you, my love” he replied, returning the hug with a kiss.

Asmodeus

Wakes you up with kisses

Tells you to get ready for the day because you’re gonna be enjoying the whole day.

As soon as you left the house, you went around the district to do clothes shopping! You picked each other’s outfits and even bought couple outfits together.

you both head towards one of the most elegant spas in devildom. He said he has had this reserved for a good 3 months now because they’re always full!

He got a couple’s spa package complete with a sauna, massages, facials, mani pedis, and even champagne and food!

After the whole spa session, you both go home and put on a fashion show to showcase the new outfits you bought as well as a photoshoot for devilgram.

He gives you your gift, which is a customised skin and hair care package!

When going to bed, you’re both in your pyjamas and cuddling.

Maybe it got a little intimate, who knows? ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

“Oh honey, you look fabulous! I knew that outfit would suit you well!” Asmo exclaimed, looking at you as you twirled around for him. “Take a photo, it’ll last longer” you teased, striking a pose. “Good idea! Stay like that!” he said, opening his DDD to take photos. “Oh you just look gorgeous, darling~” he said, hugging you. “Let’s put on the matching outfits!” you suggested, he agreed and you both dressed up. “Don’t we look adorable!!” he squealed, pulling you to the mirror with him. “Smile!” he said, doing a mirror selfie. You look at him with a smile and kiss his cheek as the button is pressed. “Hehehe, you can see your shock in the photo” you teased, looking at the picture, his blush getting darker and eyes a bit wider in the photo. “Oh MC, I love you soo much!!” he declared and peppered your face with kisses as you giggled.

Beelzebub

Beel woke you up with breakfast in bed!

He has a whole breakfast spread complete with your choice of morning drink and pastries and bacon and eggs (or any breakfast food you like if u don’t eat those)

Gym date! Even if you’re not a gym person, you can just be there with Beel and oogle at him.

He even asked for you to get on his back for push ups

After that, you both go back home for a quick shower and outfit change.

He also gives you your gift, which is a snack basket filled with your favourite snacks and chocolates!

He brings you to an all you can eat buffet.

You feed each other food!

Like, you give him a taste of some of yours and he gives you a taste of some of his so if you like what you taste you can grab some (He grabs anything anyways)

After the Buffet, you both walk around the district and have some cutesy conversations.

When you get home, you both go and watch movies and cuddle up to each other. When you fall asleep, he carries you back into his bed and hugs you with a kiss.

“Here MC, have some Deep-Fried Devil Zebra” Beel says in between chews as he scoops food on his spoon and feeds you. “Mhmm, this tastes good! I might grab a plate later. Do you want some Flaming Hot Fafnir Stew?” you offer, holding your spoon up for him. He nods and eats it. “Mhmm, delicious” He answers with a smile. “I’ll grab some buffo egg donuts, do you want some? You asked, standing up. “Yes pls” he nods.

You go and grab some donuts and some other things that caught your attention. You sat back down and took a bite from your donut. "Mc, you have some cream on your lips, let me get it for you" Beel said, motioning for you to come closer. You did as you were told and was met with Beel's lips on yours, cleaning up the cream. "Mhmm, tastes good, especially from your lips" He said with a smile as you are now fully red in the face.

Belphegor

Sleeps in with you until probably 1pm.

Goes out with you for lunch at Hell's Kitchen and a short walk around the district.

When you both get home, he gives you his present for you, a customised pillow enchanted to catch bad dreams.

When the night comes, you both go to the planetarium and set up a pillow fort to gaze up at the stars.

As you both lay down, you decide to make playlists for each other.

You both fall asleep cuddled up in each other's arms as the night passes. But not without the soft murmurs of love that you gave each other.

"Andd there's the last blanket!" You exclaimed, letting go of the blanket above the fort. "come in here, mccc" Belphie whined, already tucked into the fort. You scoot in and took your place next to him under the covers. "hmmm, this is relaxing" you let out a contented sigh, looking up at the stars. Belphie starts talking to you about the different stars, pointing out which each one is and the story behind it. As calm music is played in the background, you fall into a comforting atmosphere. "And that one is the-" "Belphie" You said, cutting him off. "Yeah?" he questioned. "It's funny how even I should be mad at you and all for what happened before, instead I fell in love with you." You confessed, hiding yourself in his chest. "I deeply regret what I did to you that day. But I promise you that I will protect you with my whole being. Thank you for giving me a chance to love you" Belphie responded, hugging you close and gave you a peck on the head.

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OMG WAIT what is your fav solomon card of all time? :3

anon i can't just pick one sol card hhwghhsh😭

i love all my solomon cards but these are the ones that i usually revisit whenever im in a solomon mood

(it got too long so im putting it under the cut)

Solomon the Researcher. the card arts is one of my favs (this one's currently my phone wallpaper hehe) and god. the devilgram. 10/10. to summarize it, solomon and mc both stayed late in RAD to finish his research, then after they're both done and have only a few hours left before heading to class, if you chose the option 'i want to kiss you', he will confess that he was actually wanting to hold them that whole time and if he did that earlier he wouldn't have made any progress in his research and then he'll kiss them twice depending on your answer. (i recommend choosing every option in this dg <3)

also, not just in this devilgram but on the others as well, it's implied that he and mc walk home together and i think that's very sweet, considering that they don't even live together and must part ways at some point (or does he drop them off to HoL's doorstep?)

(ramble ramble because in this card the game kinda assumed that mc doesnt wear glasses, hence solomon's comment to mc when they wore the enchanted glasses, he said to them how good they look with one. so what about the mcs who already wears glasses???? lmao anyways i just find that funny)

Up on the Pole! i went back to get this one from the lonely devil. the sheer sexiness of the deflowered version is just 👁️👁️✨👌. who would've thought that this man can do That. his bunny boy outfit also looks really good on him <333. a little summary on the devilgram, he was chosen to do the pole dancing segment, and mc accompanies him while he practices. while he scenes are romantic and all, it's his dialogues that really gets me. assertive? unfiltered? i can't quite pin the exact word to describe it but it's somewhere between those lines

also he gets jealous of a bunny lmao. idk what lesson or card but in the hourly solomon bot in twttr there was a quote saying that he was jealous of a plant. (oh, solomon.)

Dancing With the Petals. ah yiz, the card that got him to the no.1 spot. I was hoping to get barbatos and solomon's card that time but only he came home (on my free pulls too). to summarize the dg, solomon was unsure about his approach in TTWF so when mc confronted him about it, both of them came up with a conclusion to perform a show that combines different dances around the human world. after one of their practices he asked them to be his date for the TTWF, and then on the day of the performance (i think) he picked them up in Hol and dropped by the place where he planted a cherry tree then he'll either give you a ring or a necklace.

the kiss option will lead you to this scene that shot me through the heart 💘💝💖💗💓💞 (the impact of those words??? it means a lot to me for some reason!!!)

honorable mention: A Fanged Feast. including this one because i worked hard to get this card. they weren't kidding when they said the devilgram was suggestive. it def makes up for the lack of kissy scenes. for the summary, mc and solomon were out shopping when they were dragged by mammon to become a part of his team for his vampire-themed cafe. so basically they were assigned to act like vampires and when it's time to practice he dragged them away from the others so they can have a one-on-one training session instead. oh boy i love the little tension build up and then revealing afterwards that the magic he 'casted' was all made up. i also like how you can get two options here, whether you act as the sucker or the suckee

also going to mention the reminder he gave to mc that most conversations with demons are transactions, and it's mostly bout give and take (totally forgot about that)

one thing common about this cards is his boldness, to admit what he wants to do with mc, to make his feelings well-known to them ❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥 i feel like i only talked about the romantic aspects of the cards but aside from those parts you can see a bit more of his personality (esp. the ones that he only shows when you're around) and lore (there's a bit more lore in the other cards but anyways)

[hiss-kitten]

The Obey Me! Characters As Babysitters

I have no story ideas right now, so if you like my writing, please do not hesitate to send me anonymous requests:')

Requests : Open

Genre: Fluff

Warnings: Season 3 Spoiler

(Let me know if I missed something/Added something incorrect.) — This is lazy, but also because I'm really sleepy right now. But I was able to finish it so, hope you like it.

Part II - Dateables version

— : LUCIFER

The child would be scared of him. I mean, he does have that kind of strict look, but he does try to seem friendly. But the child just won't go near him. Though, he is absolutely (actually) really sweet and gentle with the child. The child just won't see it.

If he's not too prideful enough, he'll go to you and hug you from behind and ask you to help him.

He has some difficulties interacting with the child, he just waits for the child to get used to him around.

— : MAMMON

This guy... You have to scold him several times for him to stop stealing the child's toy and attempt selling it for grimm. He's supposed to look after the child too, but it's like he's also the child. So wherever you go, he needs to be with you to make sure he won't cause more troubles.

Him and the child doesn't get along that well. And he was about to snap when the child scolded him. Luckily, you were there to stop him from scaring the child.

You need to tell him stay for him to behave. And for some reason, the child seems very pleased to see him all pinned down the floor whimpering in pain. (But of course, that doesn't mean you don't give him an aftercare.)

— : LEVIATHAN

At first he was really nervous. He always says "What if the child doesn't like me?" Or something like that, but you try to comfort him by kissing his cheek and he gets flustered but at least that kind of helped.

He brought a bunch of video games to play with, and not in his expectations, the child joined him. They both had a lot of fun and that made him happy.

The kid accidentally broke one of his games and he went to you crying, seeking for comfort. The child apologized though, hehehe.

Was flustered after the kid called you both his/her parents.

— : SATAN

This man is actually super reliable. He gets along well with the child and it was adorable to watch. Just one thing, the child had a favourite cat plushie and Satan wants it. So you had to tell him that you'll buy him one just for him to give the plushie back.

He reads fairy tales for the child to sleep (and so he can finally have you all to himself) Ahem.

Just make sure the kid won't ask a lot of questions during his story telling. One thing for sure that Satan hates is being bothered while he's reading.

— : ASMODEUS

He's just too sweet. He's good at parenting and all but you just got to make sure that he doesn't put too much makeup on the child's face. But the child does have a great time with him and they both shared a wonderful bond.

Just like mentioned, he puts makeup on the child especially whenever he's bored. Sometimes, he'll also use you as his model.

He takes a bunch of pictures of you and him together with the child and post it on Devilgram.

— : BEELZEBUB

Quite like Mammon. But, he takes the child's food and the child would cry. You tell him to give it back but he wouldn't. He can't. So you had to promise him that you'll buy him a bunch of foods on your way back home, in return, he has to give the food back to the child.

But sometimes, the kid cries for no reason and he has absolutely no idea what to do.

He's okay, but not too reliable. Would often need your assistance.

— : BELPHEGOR

He doesn't help that much. He just fall asleep and the child would cry. You don't want to wake him up, but the child doesn't really want to play with you. The child prefers Belphie more than you which is ouch to know so you have no choice but to wake Belphie up.

Although, he was able to take care of the child too. The child loves him, but at the same time Belphie thinks it's such a hassle to take care of children.

In the end, you would find them both asleep. They both look adorable together, so you couldn't help but take at least one photo ♡

He would think: "Is it really hard babysitting? Is that what you felt when we hired you to become our babysitter?"

[symphonicmetal101]

AIGHT SIMPS

I don’t know why I was surprised, bc from the very beginning....the Mammon simps have been strong and prevalent on this page. That being said....I will likely still do the other characters in descending order of popularity.

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It wasn’t very often that Mammon got you to himself without anyone else barging in on your time together. Thankfully, after promises to spend time with them, minor bribery and guilt tripping, you managed to score some uninterrupted quality time with your number one guy. As the two of you snuggle on the bed, you feel his eyes on you, causing you to look up at him, and in turn, cause him to blush slightly and try to turn away. You can’t help but hum in amusement before poking his cheek gently. “Come on, say it. Say what’s on your mind Mammoney” 

“Tch....I..I guess I was just thinkin ‘bout how we can make the most of our time together...y’know it don’t happen too of’en that we get to hang out without someone intrudin’....I’m fine if you just..wanna stay like this, throw on a movie and stay home, but I know there’s a couple high profile demons headed to The Fall tonight, and...it’d be kinda nice to show you off as mine...y’know with Devilgram pages like theirs, all of Devildom would know yer mine.” He flushed a bit, but squeezed you closer. “Then again...I wouldn’t exactly mind just keepin’ ya to myself either. Or just goin’ shopping. I just know I like spendin’ time with you.” He placed his chin on top of your head, and you could feel him purring as he held you close. “Just tell me whatchya want, the Great Mammon will make it happen!”

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[amistytown]

Hi love! what are you and Leviathan doing for Valentines Day? 💜

-@levi4thans

Gray 😊💕 Thank you so much for asking!!! I hope you’re having a wonderful day.

Okay, so I’m too excited and at midnight I surprise Levi with Valentine’s Day gifts. I ask him to come to my room where I put everything out on display. I’m a gift giver (friends, family, etc) and probably go overboard. There’s balloons, sweets, plushies, and one of the games he wanted that came out recently. I want to spoil him and show him how much I love him, and he’s overwhelmed but happy even if it screams normie. He’s flustered, speechless even, and there’s a comfortable silence as we stand there holding each other.

He spends the night in my room playing the game I bought him on his handheld console, and I watch, while we cuddle in bed. We stay up late ❤️

We're huge nerds and have a TSL-themed Valentine's Day 🥺 I cosplay as Henry and Leviathan as the Lord of Shadow, of course; costumes made by Levi (maybe they're special variants or event only costumes to make the day even more special hehehe.) And we'll use any excuse to dress up, especially as our favorite characters!

While we're both nervous, we're excited and have been looking forward to spending the day together. Once we’re awake, we take some time apart to get ready. I will meet Levi at his room where I will kneel before him as he opens the door to present him a lovely bouquet of roses.

"For you, My Lord." 🥰

He gifts me flowers too. We’re both blushing as we admire them and each other.

We spend the first half of the day in the Devildom, stopping by a café for breakfast and coffee; maybe the café whose owner is a huge TSL fan or a character café Levi is interested in. Either way, we have a nice time because we’re together and the rest of the world melts away. There’s plenty of selfies to be taken; a few for Devilgram, but most for our eyes only and one to use as a wallpaper for our D.D.D.s.

It’s a special day, but we do a lot we would normally as well, like stop by Anidaemon and play some Mononoke Land along the way! Later in the afternoon we karaoke. Though it’s mainly Levi singing, me cheering him on, but we do a few duets, and then he works up the courage to serenade me despite being very embarrassed afterward lol; I make sure to give him a big hug and kiss to show my appreciation.

Before we head home we give chocolates we made the day before to his brothers, everyone at Purgatory Hall, and Diavolo and Barbatos!

Back at the House of Lamentation we hog the kitchen making a lovely dinner from the official TSL cookbook hehehe. We have a lot of fun cooking together. It’s a very lighthearted but intimate moment. His brothers take the time to tease us, especially Leviathan, and his face is bright red by the end of it; we have to make sure Beel doesn’t eat what we make while we’re not looking too. 

It’s not fancy, but it’s all made with love!!! We just eat and hangout in Levi’s room having a TSL marathon. After dinner we exchange chocolates and Valentine’s Day cards we made for each other. Levi’s look better than mine, but he says the chocolate I gave him is the best he’s ever tasted. There’s a lot more hand holding, hugging, and cuddling. Shy glances and red faces. Soft kisses that make us smile and laugh.

There’s Demonus laced with Gold Hellfire Newt Syrup; it’s based off Dragon Fog from TSL so it’s a perfect addition to dinner, and it gives Levi a bit more courage. It’s then Levi admits he commissioned us special TSL themed jewelry that he was almost too shy to show me. It’s a lovely night ✨

Again, we stay up until the early hours of the morning watching anime and playing games or just cuddling in his tub enjoying each other’s company, happy to have one another in our lives. Just two dorks having a good time.

The next morning we sleep in and hide away in his room to recharge. We order Devil Donuts through Akuber and chill 😊❤️❤️❤️

@levi4thans

[ahegato]

Obey Me Brothers: Views on Romance

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TW: slight swearing Characters: demon bros Writer: ahegato

LUCIFER:

he’s pretty old fashioned

pulling out chairs, opening doors, fancy dinner dates, giving roses and expensive jewelry

lots of “my love”, “darling” and “my dear”

he hasn’t experienced a lot of casual love, where you just stay at home and watch a movie or something like that

it kinda hurts his pride, because it feels like he’s not doing enough to spoil his partner

however, with time he’ll get used to it and actually start to enjoy it

not big on PDA other than an arm around the waist or maybe holding hands

maybe also a kiss or two, just to flex on his brothers a bit xP

MAMMON:

he pretends that he’s too cool for romantic stuff

literally everyone can see through that lie

he’s not big on dates where people can see him

because he’d be too embarrassed about being vulnerable (like expressing his emotions) in front of others

if he’s alone with his partner though…

it’s like a switch has been flipped

constant kissing, hugging, cuddling, compliments and gifts

“I saw this and it made me think of you”

*literally just a pretty rock he found*

it’s so dumb yet so fucking cute at the same time

I can’t with the raven boy seriously

LEVIATHAN:

ew romance

such a cliché and gross and normie thing

…yet he can’t help but like it and fantasize about it

he’s almost embarrassed about it

not really into the whole ‘going out on dates’-thing

because he has pretty bad social anxiety and there’s people freaking everywhere

closest he’ll get to an actual date is going out to calm places with little to no people

only exception to that rule is cosplaying together at conventions

what he really likes is the whole high school / ‘young love’ kind of love

holding hands when walking somewhere

or “sneakily” holding hands under the dinner table (which is obvious to literally everyone except the couple)

playing video games together, watching movies or anime

posting lyrics from a song with a pic of them holding hands on devilgram

SATAN:

AWWWW YEAHH

romance nut over here

not exactly old fashioned like Lucifer

he’s just a hopeless romantic, but also pretty chill in a way?

like hanging out with his partner at home and just making it hella romantic (candles, rose petals, chocolate)

even if it’s something as simple as a movie night or a sleepover

constant compliments about looks, personality, everything really

SO. MANY. POEMS.

dinner dates, whether at home or at a restaurant

he wants to shower his partner with affection and is very fond of PDA

if they don’t like hugs/kisses in public, he’ll be kinda sad but will of course respect it

ASMODEUS:

casual love and old fashioned love, he likes a bit of both

dressing up and looking his absolute best for a romantic date is awesome

but staying in and watching horrible romcoms in your pajamas is also awesome

not really into the whole gentleman stuff

but he wants someone to spoil

and someone to spoil him

going on dates with matching outfits makes him absolutely melt

posts pics of his partner whenever he can

usually writes really lame stuff like “look how cute they are akfjbfhngkfkf”

BEELZEBUB:

romance is nice, but not something he necessarily needs or craves

dinner dates is obviously something he loves

but honestly he could go to freaking mcdonald’s and he would still think it’s the most romantic shit ever

he likes the cute but lowkey kind of love

kind of like middle school love

gives food or snacks as gifts

gets super happy if his partner does the same for him

if his partner gets cramps or something like that, he’ll go buy literally anything for them

likes to help people out, especially his partner

he always adds “i love you” when you guys say goodbye to do your own thing

BELPHEGOR:

thinks it’s very cliché and not very fond of it

he doesn’t wanna have to take his partner out on dates to different places very often just to keep them happy

or constantly give gifts

if he’s gonna give you something, it needs to have some deeper meaning to it or be something useful (like a pillow or blanket)

he prefers to stay at home and do something or nothing with his partner

something away from other people

like sleeping together (and I mean actually sleeping), watching a movie, maybe have a picnic or go for a walk

prolly likes taking pics of you while you’re sleeping or when you guys are cuddling

good luck getting away once he’s snuggled up to you. you ain’t going anywhere

✦ 08/05/2023 ✦ ahegato ✦

[obeyme-kaidii]

Staying Home Together Devilgram

Making out with Mammon in my room 🥰

Meanwhile Asmo.....

Sorry, just me and Mammon today ✋🏻

[absolutepokemontrash]

Imagine the chaos that would occur if MC was a baby and for some reason they couldn't send them back and get a different student for the exchange program.

Lucifer would have a headache every single day from the moment he laid eyes on MC. His brothers already act like babies and now he has a real one to deal with.

I'm sure Asmo would be having the time of his life dressing it up in cute onesies and posting pictures to Devilgram. He would absolutely not change any dirty diapers though.

Meanwhile Beel isn't allowed to be alone with the baby at first so he doesn't wind up eating it. After he gets past that, I think he would be like an awesome older brother to MC.

Poor Leviathan would probably avoid it like his life depended on it. He just has no idea how to handle the little thing. The first time he had to change a diaper he cried.

I don't think Satan would have much of a problem with it. The look on Lucifer's face when the baby first arrived was enough to win Satan over. He would never let it in his room though. There are too many valuable books in there.

Mammon would complain constantly at first because now he literally has to babysit. It would take him maybe two whole days before his motherly instincts kick in though and he begins loving the kid like it's his own. He sulked for weeks when the baby was finally sent back to the human world.

Oh and Belphie just stays in the attic. Sorry Belphie but there's no way the baby could get you outta there.

Belphie isn’t in the attic because he went to therapy in this timeline! He and baby!MC nap a whole lot together :D

MC is a Baby?!

Lucifer

He has a question for God… WHY?! First the exchange program happens, which was a headache and a half to set up, and now he’s holding the exchange student, who he’s pretty sure needs a change of diapers!

Lucifer makes the logical suggestion of sending the baby home, you know, TO WHERE THEY BELONG, only to find out that MC is an orphan… oh fuck…

When the baby first moves into the house, Lucifer is pawning off his duties so much that even Mammon is shaking his head in exasperation. No. Lucifer is NOT taking care of another baby. Not after Satan…

But Beel had other plans, when Lucifer was distracted, Beel just plopped the baby in his lap, and I guess the mother chemical kicked in because that’s Lucifer’s baby now. He loves this chubby little human… it’s claws are small and useless… so cute 🥺

No one dares to question why the Avatar of Pride has a baby on his lap during meetings, because what are the other nobles going to do? Screw with Lucifer? Only a suicidal demon would do that!

Lucifer is the type to try and reason with the baby with… expected results. “Stop your crying and explain to me what’s wrong.” “WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!” “Tears will get you nowhere, explain your problem.” “Lucifer, MC can’t speak.”

All in all, this baby is his now.

Mammon

Everyone look! Did you see that?! It’s all Mammon’s street-cred… flying away…

What do ya mean he’s gotta watch this baby!? Nuh uh, babies are gross, they stink, and they’ve got really chubby cheeks-

Oh would you look at that, now Mammon’s cooing over the baby. Tsk, dumbass.

Listen, while Mammon loves sweet baby MC with all his heart and soul, he’s not the best babysitter… he’s a scammer at heart, and MC is his little partner in crime…

…for roughly two days before Asmo and Lucifer nearly murdered him over it.

Other than scummy scam behaviour, Mammon tries to teach MC how to play cards, since they’re a baby, MC just noms on the cards.

Since he’s such a wonderful big bro, he buys MC so many toys, anytime he walks past a toy store he’s like “Huh, I wonder if MC needs anythin’ else…”

Leviathan

*SHRIEKS OF TERROR*

NO! NO! Not in his fucking room! You know what babies do?! Spit up! Poop! Drool! Not on his merchandise, no sir! Levi will have no part in taking care of this random normie baby!

Weeeellll, there’s one problem with that, MC likes Levi’s giant fish tank, and when they wouldn’t stop crying, Belphie gave up and broke into Levi’s room and plopped MC in front of the tank.

Henry was probably delighted to have a little friend, Levi, not so much. MC was smearing yogurt all over the glass… that was going to take forever to clean…

“Fibsh!” “Shut up normie-baby…” “Fibsh!”

By the fourth happy “Fibsh!” Levi’s cold dead snake-heart melted, but only a little! He has some kid-friendly anime they can watch, right? Nothing that’ll give them nightmares.

Boom, look at the colours baby MC, this is the original 1990s Sailor Moon anime, subbed, obviously. No 4Kids dub for MC.

“This is where Tuxedo Mask and Usagi meet for the first time, but they don’t know each other’s secret identities yet.” “FIBSH!”

Satan

Huh, Satan had seen human babies before, but living with one would be an interesting experience, he could study their eating and sleeping habits, what toys they like to play with in comparison to demon babies…

Well, Satan would have studied MC’s sleeping patterns if the BABY EVER SLEPT! All they did was cry! All night long! Only Asmo could calm them down and Asmo, the selfish bastard, refused to compromise his beauty sleep! Ugh…

“Why do human babies cry so loud anyway..? Isn’t that just asking for predators to come and eat them?!” “WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!”

Satan does eventually warm up to the baby after he realizes they won’t cry as much if he reads them bedtime stories.

…Satan then feels like crying when he realizes that MC now cries for even more stories. Ah, history repeats itself…

Asmodeus

*squeeeeeeeeee!* babies! So cute! Let him hold MC! Let him hold MC! Awwww, those chubby cheeks and big ol’ eyes…

Babies are just so adorable! Asmo can’t help but want to snuggle them into oblivion!

For the first time in a good long while, Asmo and Mammon work together to dress MC in the most adorable baby clothes! Nothing but the best for his new baby sibling!

Asmo likes to take MC on walks in this new fancy stroller he bought, he wants to flex the cool built-in activity features on all the other babies at the park.

As a firm believer in the importance of learning social skills, Asmo hosts baby play dates! (He doesn’t want MC turning into the next Levi…) b-but… MC is growing up too fast 🥺

…wait growing up is a good thing, that means Asmo will have a sidekick in his romantic pursuits!

Beelzebub

… awww. A baby! …what’s Beel going to do with a baby?

Babies are something Beel is pretty unfamiliar with, he, Belphie, and Lilith were the family babies after all. But fret not, Beel’s willing to-

…why are babies so small??? And squishable??? Oh shit someone take the baby away from him before he accidentally crushes them! 🥺

Beel is way more comfortable just sitting MC on his lap so he doesn’t accidentally crush them.

Yeah so, Beel also doesn’t really know how to feed a baby. Like, are they going to eat this sandwich he made them? It’s steak and lettuce :)

Oh, the baby doesn’t have teeth. Whoops. More food for Beel though!

When MC gets big enough, they get all the piggyback rides. They can assert their dominance over the other babies at the playground by rolling up on a bordering seven feet tall Beel’s shoulders.

Belphegor

…what? Where’s the hu- oh. Down there. It’s uh… a little small.

Belphie is terrified of babies, like- why do they move like that? What do they want?! Please just tell him what you want, baby MC! Stop crying, this brat needs to sleep!

While Belphie is absolutely petrified of the baby, MC absolutely LOVES him. They toddle and crawl right up to him, then start tugging on his pant leg to make him pick them up.

Once Belphie, with the help of Beel, gets over his fear of the baby, Belphie can hardly be seen without them.

Fights have in fact broken out over who gets to hang out with the baby. Asmo and Belphie once got into a cat fight over who got to take MC to their first day of preschool. Lucifer swooped in and won…

Stupid Lucifer…

[demonfamilytherapist]

Could I request a really comforting fluffy yet Kinda angsty Fic with Asmo? Maybe he’s having a really bad day, and suddenly he’s even more hyper conscious of how he looks, but he has to go to RAD so he pulls it together as best he can, (MC notices somethings off and try’s to start up a conversation with a nice compliment but MC is the one person who Asmo truly wants to impress so they kind make it worse because now Asmo thinks he looks so bad they’re trying to pity compliment him-) and then at the end of the day some random small-fry demon makes a comment on his “messy hair”, and suddenly he’s just breaking down the instant he gets to his room because if he’s not beautiful who will love him?

And then MC finds him a couple minutes later and just completely soothes him and just bundles him up in fluffy blankets and starts talking about how “They love Asmo no matter his appearance” and just give him little kisses all throughout his face while talking about all the things they love about him

Yay for Asmo content! I hope I did this prompt justice, I do love Asmo a lot and I wish the main story would give him a bit more attention.

Content/warnings: body insecurity, verbal bullying, Asmo is sad. I also did this more pre-relationship than romance, but it’s there.

One of Those Days

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Asmo was beautiful.

Asmo was beautiful. He knew he was. Thousands of people told him every day on Devilgram. Demons of all kinds approached him, desperate for his attention. If he went to the Fall, he could easily come home with someone - or several someones, if Lucifer was just a little less strict on the number of strangers in the house.

But some days he just couldn’t feel it.

His hair lacked luster no matter how much care he put into it. The bags under his eyes stuck out no matter how much concealer he slathered on his face. Asmo’s smile showed too many teeth but if he tried to close his lips, it looked thin and strained.

All Asmo wanted to do was stay home and hide. He couldn’t face his fans like this! What would people think if Asmo showed up looking anything other than perfect?

But Lucifer wouldn't let him.

At RAD, Asmo acted like everything was fine. He even paid more attention in class, trying to distract himself from the ugly thoughts building up in his mind, threatening to crack his already thin mask.

"Asmo, are you feeling okay?" you asked quietly at lunch, and oh, how it made him want to cry that you saw something wrong with him. Did he look pale and ill, or red-faced? Was his smile too fake?

"You're so cute, MC!" he cooed, trying to distract you with praise, with his arms around your shoulders, and make you think of anything that wasn't whatever problem you saw in him. He could see in your eyes it didn't work, but you let him cuddle up to you anyway, looped an arm around his waist.

"You're too sweet, Asmo," you returned and Asmo squeezed you tighter. Mammon protested from the other side of the cafeteria, but Asmo just hid his face in your shoulder to hide his racing thoughts.

You're too sweet. Was he too much? No, no, that was a compliment from you, you'd meant it as something nice but - why now? You were the one being sweet, he was just being clingy like normal. Or was it pity? Like in the human movies? You have a wonderful personality when what they really meant was-

The buzzer finally forced him to pull away, leaving him cold and his smile more frail than ever.

Asmo's hair was getting more and more disheveled as he tried to fix it, fiddling with it in class. You're too sweet you'd said, but Asmo wasn't the sweet one. Maybe Beel, who was so kind and sincere to you. Or Belphie, who was always seeking out your attention with half-lidded eyes and pouty lips. Or even Mammon, with his bashfulness and sputtering denials of his obvious feelings.

But Asmo?

Asmo was a gossip. Asmo was mean, snapping at his brothers and targeting their insecurities, cutting down any demon that threatened his popularity, he'd even been dismissive to you before you'd shown him how incredible you really were.

Asmo wasn't sweet, he was clingy and desperate for your attention and the only good thing about him, the only good anyone had ever seen in him, was his looks. And today, even that was fading.

Curses and Hexes passed him by in a blur. He hadn't written a single word in his notes. There was only one more class that day - assuming Asmo could avoid getting detention for his spiraling distraction. Asmo just had to make it through Devildom Law, a class no one paid attention to, and then he could retreat to his room.

Asmo stopped outside the classroom to fix up his hair in the door window once more, growling in frustration when it just didn’t sit right. The window was a dim reflection, he knew that, but he still hated the way it seemed to highlight his dark circles so clearly, his skin sallow and too pale.

The professor droned on and did not call on Asmo. His demeanour, frustrated and annoyed, was clear to all those nearby - and while he may be a student, he was also an Avatar. The professor was a noble himself, but in terms of raw power, Asmo was the one to fear.

Asmo nearly collapsed into his seat when the bell rang, relief snapping the tension in his muscles. He gathered his things, notebook pages empty, and moved to leave. It was finally time to go home, where he could hide in his room. Perhaps a mask later? A long bath? Something that would allow Asmo to relax in privacy. He'd feel better in the morning. He would just kill time until he could sleep without ruining his sched-

Whispers from the hallway.

"Have you seen him today?"

"His hair... what happened?"

"Maybe he's finally lost it."

"Finally, all those thirst traps were getting annoying..."

And Asmo-

Asmo knew demons were vicious, petty, jealous creatures. He had developed a pretty thick skin in the Devildom, or so he thought.

But today, he just couldn't.

He barely stopped himself from sprinting out of the classroom. Asmo wasn’t used to avoiding attention, hadn’t practiced it - he slipped out the back of the classroom, making his way through an office and out into a the hall, far from where he heard those voices. As soon as he made it out of the building his wings unfurled and he took off, the empty skies the only place he could be sure he wouldn’t run into anyone.

The minutes-long flight to the House of Lamentation felt like it took hours. Asmo considered just trying to fly through a window, shorten the trip to his room - but he’d probably be the first one home anyway, and Lucifer locks them all before school.

Asmo was right. He was the first one back, or at least if Levi was home he was already busy with his games. But Asmo couldn’t take any chances, rushed straight to his room. He only got to the hallway before his eyes started to sting.

Asmo slammed the door behind him, finally safe to let out the sob choking him. Without the weight, without the risk, of eyes on him he finally broke down, tears streaming down his face and hiccuping breaths shaking his body.

The relief lasted until he turned around.

Mirrors. Mirrors on his wall, his wardrobe, his fucking ceiling. Asmo had hung them all up himself, and now he was desperate to tear them down.

Instead he dove for his bed, the plush softness embracing him. He pulled the covers up and dove under, hiding away in the darkness, where no one could see him, where he couldn’t see him.

He couldn’t have been there for more than a few minutes before a knock at the door sounded. Asmo sobbed and curled up under the covers.

The door opened and shut. Asmo whined.

“Asmo? It’s me.” He heard the voice of the last person he wanted to see him this way. Asmo grabbed the edges of his duvet, pulling it close so you wouldn’t be able to reveal him. Maybe you’d just go away.

“You can stay there if you need to, Asmo,” you assured him. He felt you sit on the side of the bed, one hand lightly resting against his covered back. “I just wanted to check up on you.”

Asmo sniffled and shook his head. He hoped you could see the movement despite the covers.

“I’ll leave if you need me to Asmo, but I’m worried about you.” You rubbed his back in soothing circles. “I want to help if I can.”

Asmo choked out a word, but knew you wouldn’t be able to understand it with his sobs.

“Asmo, what did you say?” you prompted gently, hesitantly. Treating Asmo as though he was made of glass.

Asmo threw the covers off and tackled you in a hug.

It ended with a tumble off the bed, one where Asmo just barely managed to twist so he cushioned your landing.

Now you were on top of him, face bewildered before you took in his expression, his blotchy cheeks and watery eyes and smeared makeup. Confusion quickly shifted to concern.

“Asmo, what-”

“Why?” he wailed, clearer this time. You opened and closed your mouth, not understanding, and that just made him sob again.

“Why... Why do I want to help you?” you asked, and your face was cute while you tried to figure him out. You were cute and you were on top of him and everything in him wanted to make some stupid flirty comment, to pull you closer but he couldn’t, not looking like this.

Instead he nodded, sniffling, while you shifted so your weight wasn’t totally on his chest. Asmo was a demon, even if he wasn’t as outwardly muscled as his brothers, he could take the weight of one human, but it was such a small gesture of care it nearly set him off wailing again.

“Because I... you’re important to me, Asmo,” you told him awkwardly. You helped him off the floor, sitting on the soft covers of his bed. “I can see you’re hurting and I want to help.”

“I’m not fun to be around like this,” Asmo protested. His voice was still watery, but at least he could make himself clear. “You should go!”

You should go before Asmo made even more of a fool of himself. You should go before the image of him with his mascara running and his nose red and his hair a mess was all you thought of when you looked at him. You should go before Asmo ruined any chance he had with you. More than he already had, anyway.

“Asmo...”

You pulled him closer and he took the chance to hook his chin over your shoulder, hiding his face. He’d love to bury himself in your school uniform, but that would mean getting snot on you.

You felt nice and warm against him. Asmo couldn’t help but settle against you, letting himself half-collapse onto your shoulder. Your arms cradled him. One hand rubbed soothing circles on his back.

“Asmo, I’m not only going to be around when you’re... when you’re fun.” You squeezed him tighter. Asmo clung onto you. “You’re my friend. I can’t just leave you when you’re upset.”

“But I- I look stupid,” Asmo sobbed. You definitely had snot on your uniform now, despite his best efforts. “I’ve looked awful all day and now everything’s ruined and my stupid makeup is supposed to be hellfire proof but-”

“Asmo!” you interrupted him quickly and Asmo took big, gulping breaths that you try to soothe him through. Eventually you pulled back a little - just a little - so he could look at you.

“Asmo, you’ve looked great all day. Anyone who says otherwise is just being an asshole.” You tugged him closer until the two of you were practically sitting on top of each other. “We can clean the makeup off, you can have a bath, and then you’ll be back to your normal, beautiful self. But even then, that’s not the point.”

It did calm Asmo down a bit, the reminder that the makeup could come off, the redness of his skin could be soothed, the day could be washed away. He let himself relax a little, waiting for your next words.

“I’m not going to leave you alone just because your makeup runs, Asmo. You’re more important to me than that.”

“But-” Your words sounded sincere, but that didn’t make sense. Asmo was lust. His whole being was about beauty, about tempting others to his sin. Even in the Celestial Realm, his value wasn’t being a protector like Beel or a strategist like Levi. He was the Jewel of the Heavens, a pretty face standing beside his more useful brothers.

Asmo was beautiful.

That was all he was.

“Why, then?” Asmo asked you, fresh tears spilling from his eyes.

Why stay with me, if not for my beauty?

“Asmo.” You paused, trying to find the words. Asmo watched your expression, hunted for any sign of insincerity, any faked affection. He only found sadness and frustration - frustration at yourself, for not knowing the perfect words. “Asmo, you’re- you bond with Levi over fashion. You don’t just use makeup, you know all about it. I’ve seen you help Mammon get ready for shoots. You’re always trying to be a good older brother to the twins. You’re the only one of your brothers Satan can stand to be around most of the time.”

You rested your forehead against Asmo’s, letting him feel the warmth of your cheeks.

“You always go out of your way to talk about how nice I look. How sweet I am, even when I’m only passing you the salt at dinner. You’re kind to me, Asmo. You’re always cheering me up. You’re always supporting me and I want to support you, too.”

Asmo still wanted to protest. Of course he did all of those things to you - you were beautiful, your soul shone with a light he’d never seen from a human, an angel, or a demon. The two of you were nothing alike. You were incredible, and he was just...

Wait.

Asmo blushed.

He’d made you feel better? Just with all his comments and his flirting and being himself? You liked that? Not because he was pretty or anything, just the talking parts?

You wheeled back as Asmo sat up straight, narrowly avoiding his chin colliding with your forehead. His smile lit up his face. It felt a little tight, his cheeks ached and he could feel the dried tears on them, but he kept it bright.

“You’re absolutely right, hon!” Asmo puffed himself up, trying to breathe deep to loosen what tightness remained in his chest. “I really am amazing, aren’t I?”

You gave him a confused smile. Asmo threw his arms around you again - this time, landing safely on the bed.

“You’re just the best! Aside from me, of course!”

Asmo’s face was buried into the sheets, but he could still hear - and feel - your laughter. 

Eventually though, you quieted down, and Asmo simply held you in the silence.

Asmo could’ve stayed there forever, but he knew Lucifer would start calling you down for dinner soon. And while he could stand to be a little vulnerable around you, he needed to maintain his reputation as the good-looking brother.

“Okay,” Asmo said, sitting up. Your hair was now ruffled and your smile was much more relaxed. Asmo felt any remaining tension leak out of him at the sight. “I really should have a bath before dinner.”

“I’ll see you then.” You squeezed Asmo’s hands. Asmo pulled you close.

“You’re welcome to join me, you know!”

[samsaurwrites]

Mine, All Mine (Mammon x Reader NSFW Oneshot

Mine, All Mine (Mammon x fem!Reader)

The rain chases you and Mammon out of the park and keeps his brothers away from the vacation house. How, oh how, will you two fill the time?

*inspired by the Staying Home Together Devilgram story*

Tags: Horny Mammon (Shall We Date?: Obey Me!), Blushing Mammon (Shall We Date?: Obey Me!), Greedy Mammon (Shall We Date?: Obey Me!), Mammon is a thigh man?, Mutual Pining, Idiots Being Idiots, Vaginal Fingering, Marking, Dirty Talk, Vaginal Sex, Spit Kink, Unsafe Sex, No Spoilers

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The rain is relentless, overtaking the small, grassy park suddenly and before either you or Mammon realize it. You, mesmerized by him—by messy white hair and navy-blue eyes tinged with gold, by the timbre of his voice, by the way he grins at you while he talks. Mammon, utterly distracted by the hem of your skirt that keeps inching higher and higher up your thighs, by the way your breasts are nearly spilling out the top of that cute little sundress you’re wearing, by the way you watch him and smile, all syrupy sweet—entirely too busy noticing you to notice the dark clouds gathering overhead.

One minute, you’re lounging on your stomach, propped up on your elbows, ankles crossed in the air behind you. The next, you’re up on your feet, running hand-in-hand with Mammon, while he drags you, laughing and shrieking, back to the house.

By the time you make it back to the vacation house and he pulls you under the cover of the porch, you’re both completely soaked. You can’t help but notice the way his tank clings to his torso, the way droplets of water roll down his chest and the bare skin of his arms; and he can’t help but notice the way your dress has gone nearly see-through, how he can just make out the outline of your bra, your panties.

He holds you, warm hands wrapped around the tops of your arms.

You’re both panting, staring at each other. The air between you electric.

“We should probably head in,” he says, eyes flicking down to your lips so quickly you think you must have imagined it.

“Yeah,” you whisper back, nodding meekly, cheeks flushed such a pretty pink. “Yeah, that’s probably a good idea.”

You both retreat inside, but his fingers linger on your skin, on the small of your back, brushing your elbow, your waist—he can’t help himself—he wants to touch you. You shiver when he does, goosebumps crawling across your arms.

You must be cold, he thinks. Maybe he can help. Maybe he can warm you up—

“You, uh,” he clears his throat and pulls his hand away from you. “You can go ahead and take a shower first, if ya want.”

“O-okay, sure,” you nod and scurry off to your room. He’s not even next to you, not even touching you anymore, but you’re still so damn flustered. You stoop down, pick out clothes at random, grabbing a shirt, some shorts, and underwear from your half-unpacked suitcase sitting on the floor. You pause a moment in front of the door, beg your heart to quiet down, and take a big, deep breath.

You edge open your door and slip out into the living room, looking up at him as you do. You can’t help it—he’s right there—and your breath sticks in your throat. Not because he’s lounging on the couch, one finely muscled arm draped over the back; not because his long legs are stretched out so casually, so confidently; not even because he’s ditched his shirt and you no longer have to imagine what he looks like underneath it.

Your breath catches in your throat because he’s staring at you, and his eyes are burning.

You rip your gaze away from him, squeeze your clothes tighter against your chest and flee into the bathroom, pulse thudding behind your ears.

What the fuck did that mean?

He’s wondering the exact same fucking thing. Wondering why, as soon as you made eye contact with him, you ran away. Wondering why you looked at him like that, with eyes so big and wide. He’s sitting there wondering if you really were pressing your thighs together or if he was just imagining it.

“Fuck,” he mutters, palming himself through his sweats.

He hears the shower turn on, can’t help but imagine you peeling off your dress, your bra, your panties—sits there wishing he was the one doing it. His head falls back against the plush cushions of the couch, and he lets his eyes slip closed. He wonders what you look like under that flimsy little dress, wonders what your tits would feel like in his hands, wonders what kind of noises you would make if he pinched your nipples, if he bit your neck, your lip, your thighs.

Fuck, he loves your thighs.

He wonders if you like it soft or rough, wonders if you’d want him to kiss you while he fucks you slow or if you’d want him to bend you in half and make you take it, make you beg for more while you cry because it’s too much and not enough all at the same time. Fuck, he’d do anything—everything—you want if you’d just let him listen to you—

The bathroom door opens, and he yanks a pillow over his crotch, sitting up straighter and clearing his throat.

“Th-that was fast,” he stammers, chokes on the words. “Didn’t have to rush, ya know.”

“I know,” you say, towel drying your hair, smiling shyly. He feels his throat go dry. Your hair falls down around your face, your shoulders in wet waves, several shades darker than when it’s dry. He wants to run his fingers through it, wants to know what kind of shampoo you use and what you smell like.

“But, uh, I figured you’d want to shower soon too,” you continue.

“Sure,” he nods, but makes no move to stand. Can’t. Not when you’re wearing a loose-fitting t-shirt so big it could be his, one that covers you ass and makes it look like you’ve got nothing on underneath, one that lets him see your nipples beneath the fabric.

“Well, uh,” you say, shifting your weight from one foot to the other. “I’m gonna go lay down in my room for a bit, if you wanna hang out some more after your shower...”

He nods again. Clears his throat again. Tries to laugh but it sounds so strained. “Sure, sounds good.”

He watches you walk away, watches as you glance back at him with something indescribable, something indecipherable, in your eyes and smile at him—so fucking sweet—before sliding into your room.

Your door closes behind you, and he nearly groans.

You can’t fucking look at him like that and expect him not to—

Fuck, he shakes his head, cuts that train of thought off right there before he actually starts jerking off on the living room couch and throws the pillow back down onto the couch. He stands, achingly hard, and curses under his breath.

You hear the shower turn on, and you roll over in your bed, thighs squeezed together, an incessant throbbing between your legs. You groan into your hands, cheeks warm, thoroughly, horribly embarrassed.

If you wanna come hang out some more? You wanted to take the words back as soon as you said them, had no idea what to make of his eyes widening, his eyebrows shooting up.

You force your eyes shut, try to ignore the embarrassment, the unmistakable wetness between your legs. Maybe a nap will do you good. Maybe it will let you just forget every confusing thing that had happened in the last hour. Maybe, if you keep your eyes closed long enough, the ache between your legs, the urge to touch yourself, will go away on its own. Maybe, you’ll stop imagining what the rest of him looks like naked. Maybe you’ll stop wondering if the rest of him is as warm as his hands are, what he would feel like pressed against you, pressed inside you.

Maybe you should have taken a colder fucking shower.

There’s a knock at your door, one that has you jolting upright.

“C-come in,” you stammer, pulling your blankets up around your chest.

Mammon opens the door, towel draped around his shoulders, hair still dripping, clad in a clean black shirt and a new pair of sweats. He walks in, all bravado and swagger, and plops down next to you on the bed. “Wanna watch some Deviltube?”

“Sure,” you smile back and start to settle in, to lean your head against his shoulder and loop your arm through his. Then you change your mind. Heart pounding, you scoot back and lay down, head in his lap.

“I-Is this okay?” you ask, looking up at him through your lashes.

“Y-yeah, ‘course,” he manages to stammer, staring down at you.

He holds his D.D.D with one hand, angled so you both can see, clicking on something random, something to distract from the thudding in his chest. You relax, snuggle up against him, one hand resting on his thigh. He thinks he might die right there.

But he wants more. Wants to touch you more.

He doesn’t know what to do with his arms, doesn’t know if it’s okay to wrap one around you while he keeps the phone steady with the other. So he moves slowly. Starts off with his arm behind you, fingers dangerously close to your ass, then next to you, toying with the fabric of your shirt, then on your waist, fingers just barely touching your stomach.

You don’t say anything, don’t protest his touch, so he gets a little braver, a little bolder and starts playing with your hair, combing his fingers through it while your eyes flutter shut. Without realizing it, you start to drift off, lulled to sleep by the warmth of his voice, of his touch, of him.

He glances down at you, feels his dick twitch in his sweats because you’re so fucking close to it right now. He wonders what you would do if you knew how hard he is, wonders if you would scream at him and call him a pervert and kick him out of your room or if you would roll over, play with the waistband of his pants, and suck him off.

More.

His head thunks back against the wall, and he imagines what it would feel like with your lips wrapped around his cock, sucking him deeper into the warmth of your pretty little mouth, choking on it when he gets a little too excited, pushes just a little too deep, holds you down just a little too long.

Dammit, he’s gotta move you before he loses it.

“Hey,” he jostles you. “Wake up. You’re droolin’ on my leg.”

“Nn… What?” you stir, then seem to realize you’d fallen asleep, pushing up onto your hands, legs still curled up underneath you. “N-no I wasn’t…” you wipe at your mouth.

“Was I?” your cheeks flush scarlet, and he laughs, cock jumping at the bewildered look on your face, the way your mouth is parted just slightly, the way he can see the pink of your tongue.

“Yeah. Yeah, ya were,” he teases, leaning closer, just a little, feeling a cocky, a little drunk on your touch when he drags his thumb across your lower lip, pretending to wipe the spit away. “Should’ve taken a picture of ya.”

Your reaction is so much better than he was hoping for. You stare at him, eyes half-lidded, breaths coming out in short little pants. “’m sorry, Mammon,” you murmur, tongue wetting your bottom lip.

He glances out the window, then back at you, at your lips. “Still coming down outside,” he says, strokes your cheek and tucks a strand of hair behind your ear. His fingers trail hot and soft down your neck, and his thumb traces the hollow of your throat. “Guess we’re outta luck, huh?”

“Mm-hmm,” you breathe, leaning into his touch.

“Guess it’s not gonna end anytime soon,” he muses, so close now you can almost taste him, so close all you can focus on is the molten gold of his eyes. When did he get that close? “Everyone else’ll probably be out for a while…”

“Probably,” you whisper, eyes fluttering shut.

“Just you and me then,” he says, lips brushing across yours with each word he speaks, a ghost of a kiss. One that leaves you wanting—needing—more. “I like being alone with you.”

You nod, barely bite back a strangled whimper.

He grins, you can feel it, the curl of his lips and drags his finger across your jaw, tilting your face up. “Can I kiss you?”

“Please—”

He cuts you off before you can finish, crushing his lips to yours in a searing kiss. Your mouth opens form him automatically, and he groans deep in his throat as your tongues intertwine, as he tastes you, just as sweet as he imagined. He nips with his teeth, teases with his tongue, groping and squeezing everything he can reach—digging his fingers into the meat of your thighs, your ass, cupping your tits, pinching your nipples. He can’t get enough.  

You’re just as greedy. Running your hands over his shoulders, dragging your fingernails across his skin, tangling your fingers in his hair, playing with the waistband of his sweats while he kisses you senseless.

“No one’s here to fuckin’ barge in today, huh?” he says between feverish kisses, voice low, husky. “Means your all mine.”

You whimper into his mouth, nod weakly and wrap your arms around his neck as he pulls you onto his lap, as he grabs your hips and grinds you down against his length, so hot and hard, all yours.

He moans, a strangled sound, yanking at the fabric of your shirt, your shorts and panties. “Take this shit off.”

You pull your shirt up and over your head and his lips find you neck, sucking dark bruises into the column of your throat as he unhooks your bra, as he rolls your nipples between his fingers while you shimmy out of your bottoms.

“M-Mammon,” you whine. 

“Hold on,” he laughs breathily, sliding one finger up and down your slit before sinking it deep into your heat. Before adding another. “I’ll give ya more. I'll give you whatever ya want.”

You grind down on his hand, throw your head back when he scissors his fingers inside you, when he presses against that spot that has you keening.

“C’mon, baby,” he groans, rubbing the pad of his thumb against your bundle of nerves, grinning when your hips jerk and your head falls against his shoulder. “Ride my fucking hand. Ya like that? Ya like my fingers inside you?”

You nod, whimpers and pleas spilling out of your mouth as searing pleasure gathers in your core, tightening, going white-hot. He speeds up his pace, crooks his fingers just right, and bites down on the tender junction between neck and shoulder, sinks his teeth so deep you know it’s gonna bruise—know his brothers are gonna see it as soon as they get back—

And that has you cumming all over his fingers.

You collapse forward, going limp in his arms as he slides out of you, fingers wet and sticky with your arousal, your cum.

“So fuckin’ messy,” he murmurs, sounding nearly as out of breath as you are. You look up at him, eyes half-lidded and so fucking pleasure drunk. He holds his fingers in front of your mouth, pushes them against your lips. “Clean ‘em.”

You open your mouth, wrap your lips around his fingers and lave your tongue along the bottom, swirl it around the tips, moaning at the taste of his skin, the taste of you.

His eyes darken, pupils blown wide open, and he pushes deeper and deeper until you gag on them. He does it again. And again, until your eyes roll back and you grab his wrist. Then he slides his fingers out of your mouth, marvels at the thick line of spit that trails from your lips.

He pushes you backwards, lays you flat on your back and pulls his sweats down to his knees, freeing his cock, flushed, hard, and leaking pre-cum. He taps the blunt heat of it against your clit, drinking in the way you jolt and gasp, hands braced on his biceps, fingernails digging into his skin. The way you grind against him, rolling your hips. The way you beg him please.

“Fuckin’ hell,” his words are tight, strangled. He lines the tip of his cock up with your entrance, pushing slowly, gently, until just the head dips into your wet heat. “I can’t ever say no to ya, ya know that?”

You nod, whine as he grabs both your hips and pushes in deeper, filling you so delightfully full, until his hips are flush with yours and you wrap your legs around his waist.

“F—ffuck,” he gasps out, fucking you soft and slow. “Feel good, baby? Ya like the feel of my cock inside ya?”

“Ye-yes,” you pull him down, press your mouth to his in a sloppy kiss “M-more, please, Mammon, more.”

He tightens his grip on your hip, grabs one of your knees and pins it to the bed, thrusting into you harder, faster, fucking you absolutely breathless. Panting, he lets go of your hip and shoves his fingers into your mouth again.

“Open,” he bites out, fingers pressing down into your tongue. “Lemme spit in your mouth.”

You do, mouth lolling open, going slack, whimpering as he stills inside you, as he gathers the spit in his mouth and dribbles it on your tongue, as it rolls past his fingers and into the back of your throat.  

“Swallow,” he tells you—begs you.

Your lips close around his fingers, and you swallow.

He starts moving again. "Good. Fucking. Girl." He growls, pulling all the way out and slamming back in with each word. 

“You feel so good, baby,” he pants, shifts his hips and drives into that spot that has you creaming around his cock, whining and mewling and gasping for more, more, more. “So fuckin’ pretty like this. Split open on my cock. Greedy little hole’s just swallowin’ me up, fuck.”

He pulls his fingers out of your mouth, swiping them across your clit, swirling it around and around, nearly loosing it when you clamp down around him. “So fuckin’ needy.” He grunts, slamming into you, pressing down harder on your clit, moving his hand faster, driving you closer and closer to the edge until—

“Cum for me, baby. Make a fuckin' mess on my cock.”

—the coil inside you snaps in two. He fucks you through your peak, thrusting into you hard and sloppy, hips as stuttering as he chases after you, as he pumps you full of thick, hot cum.

He stills, keeps his cock buried inside you while he struggles to catch his breath. He leans down, presses his forehead to yours, cups your face and kisses you. “So good for me,” he breathes, kisses your nose, your cheeks, your closed eyes, your lips again. “And all mine.”

And to Mammon, that means almost as much as I love you.

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