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Lucifer
He will never get over the fact that he's got to share you with his annoying ass brothers. But as the most patient(?) of the seven, he's learned to compromise
And by 'compromise' I mean literally making a schedule for how much time everyone gets with you, to avoid unnecessary fights. They all get you for an entire day, on a respective day of the week in chronological order. (Lucifer on Sunday, Mammon Monday, etc)
Though... we all know he abuses the system by making excuses like "MC, I need you in my office for a moment. I'd like to discuss your grades." and "Come with me for a moment, MC. I'd like you to explain something to me."
Basically he fools everyone by making it sound like you're in trouble, when he literally just wants to hang out with you some more. Maybe he can convince you that all you really need is him..? Jk he respects your decision even if it eats him alive because why his brothers of all people-
"As much as I don't understand your choice, I've lived with those six long enough to know how to deal with them. That being said... I also know how to keep them at bay. We'll have plenty of time to ourselves, hm?"
Mammon
The only brother that can see through Lucifer's ruse, but he can't say anything about it because... come on, it's Lucifer we're talking about.
But that's not stopping him from arguing about that dumb schedule! Why's he got to wait until MONDAY, which is a SCHOOL DAY, just to hang out with you?? Why does he have to go second when he was your FIRST???
Keeps trying to convince you to skip classes with him so you can sneak away and spend the day together. Nobody's got to know, okay?
The whole once-a-week thing teaches Mammon the importance of time management, so he's making the most of the time he's got when you're all his. He's taking you on all sorts of dates and there's no way he'll take no for an answer, got it??
"Oi! What did I tell ya about makin' those goo goo eyes at Levi, huh?! Only look at ME like that, understand? Just you wait, I'll take ya on a date so great, you'll only be able to think about THE Great Mammon! ....Huh? Y-yeah, I want ya to hold my hand."
Levi
Tuesday has officially become his favorite day, for reasons that have nothing to do with the upcoming Ruri-chan themed maid cafe event going on soon-
Tuesday's actually used to be his raid days, when he’d get online with his rpg buddies and do dungeon runs until dawn. But now? He's sacrificed all of that just so he can take the time to enjoy being with you
He may not know much about traditional dating, but don't underestimate the power of an otaku with centuries of dating sim knowledge under his belt-! He'll show you so much moe, your head will pop!!
Just be patient with him, okay? He's seriously trying to be romantic here, even if the thought of holding your hand is enough to make his palms sweaty. But he's not passing up an entire day filled with MC-! Not even his inferiority complex will get in his way!
"Eheheh... I've spent all night coming up with the perfect plan of action! First! We're going to have a TSL marathon of all your favorite episodes! Second! We'll speedrun that game you wanted to play, because I bought it! Third! We'll make a TSL-themed dinner to enjoy in my room! Then, we- ..Huh? What do you mean there won't be enough time? S-seriously?!"
Satan
Wednesday... well, that's right in the middle of the week, so it gives him plenty of time to carefully plan what he wants to do with you when it's his turn to have you. (He also does everything in his power to ruin Lucifer's dates oop-)
We all know Satan's gonna write a whole ass dating journal filled with all sorts of romantic ideas he wants to try out on you.
It's a literal date planner, and he's got things meticulously scheduled just to ensure he makes the most out of your day. You'll have to tell him that you prefer to go with the flow, or he might get a little overzealous-
But having a chance to settle down and realize that it's alright to relax once in a while is a relief. He can't help but feel annoyed when he sees you with the others, and it makes him want to cram even more of himself into your thoughts, so a breather is definitely needed.
"You know, I've been reading more books of the romance genre lately, and it's been giving me ideas for how to spend my time with you. I know you said I shouldn't take live advice from a novel, but... when I read the stories, I can't help but picture the two of us. Shall we read some of them together?"
Asmo
Thursday?? Why couldn't he have a weekend??? Everyone knows there's nothing fun happening on a Thursday night... That being said, Asmo has to get creative!
He's no stranger to improvised romance, so this boy pulls out all the stops and always delivers?? Somehow???? He can plan the perfect date in under thirty minutes-
And the time away from you makes him realize that he actually has to consider the depth of those dates. He finds he's not satisfied with cheap, devilgrammable dates anymore. He wants substance!
So he's taken to staying home with you, carefully and quietly getting to know you, and sharing himself with you. He loves it best when the date leaves him craving more and thinking of nothing but your smile. He hopes you can say the same, too.
"...Aaand that's how you do a cross stitch! Levi taught me that one, and it's saved my life a dozen times! It was a great idea that we should make matching wallets, huh? I'm just FULL of ideas like that! Go ahead and praise me all you want~!❤️"
Beel
Madame Screams does a discount on their sweets every other Friday, when they rotate their stock. He couldn't be happier! Though, he’d be fine with any day of the week tbh-
That doesn't mean he doesn't value his time with you, though. It being close to the weekend means he gets to stay up late with you, the two of you sneaking into the kitchen at night to smuggle away a mountain of snacks
Or he'll take you out into the mountains for a picnic, hoping the view of the surrounding scenery and your face will curb his appetite.
He couldn't be happier to have you for an entire day. A whole day, where hunger is just an afterthought and all he cares about is making you laugh... It makes him happy. He's starting to love Fridays even more now.
"Are you sure you're not tired? We've been hiking for a while....Here, hop on my back. I don't mind it. It's nice when I get to be close to you like this....Hm? My face is red? I think it's the heat.. maybe."
Belphie
Saturday, huh? Perfect. He preps for the weekend by sleeping as much as possible on Friday, so he can stay up all Saturday with you.
And when night falls? That's when his plan really comes into play. He spends the entire day doing the things you want to do, making sure you're thoroughly worn out so when it's time for bed, he has no problem coaxing you into bed with him.
And he's exhausted at that point so once he wraps his arms around you and falls asleep, there's no escape. The longer you're stuck there, the less time he spends glaring at Lucifer for stealing you on Monday.
But really.. the highlight of it all is the big, goofy grin on your face when he watches you indulge in the things you love. Even if it might not be his cup of tea, he's just happy that you're happy. And if he can keep you away from Lucifer, it's a win win.
"If you keep smiling like that, it'll make it even harder to give you away tomorrow. But you know.. we could just run away for a day or two. We could go camping somewhere, and stare up at the stars all night long. It'll be our secret."
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What You Want (Lucifer x Reader)
Deep breaths.
In, and out.
It had been a while since you had come to the Devildom- 8 months, to be exact. And in that time, you had little to no time to yourself- instead always with one of the seven rulers of Hell by your side. Not that you complained, of course, but.... 8 months was a long time to go without some personal time.
Your hands were a little shaky, as was your body; you had found a place somewhere between cold and aroused, to the point of trembling even under your blankets.
Another breath.
There must have been something about the atmosphere here in the Devildom, because you were finding it difficult to control yourself. You tried to keep quiet, only letting out a few mewls as your fingers dragged across your slick entrance and teased your clit.
8 months was a long time to go without relief, for someone as horny as you.
It had been ok, for the first few months. The shock and excitement taking precedence over your libido, until you finally got comfortable with your current situation in the Devildom. After that, however.... it was agonizing.
Your middle and ring finger rubbed slow circles into your clit; your head rolled back into the soft pillow of your bed as you reveled in the pleasure. Of course, you couldn't keep such a slow pace for long, and your hand started to speed up. You could hear the slight squelching noises of your incredibly wet cunt with every circle you drew, too lost in arousal to care about the noise.
Having 7 male roommates made it difficult for you to find time to give yourself relief. Even after 8 months of living here, there was always something getting in your way.
And after 8 months, the tension had built up to the point where you could hardly stand it. You were constantly horny; wet dreams plagued your sleep, your mind wandered in class, and you sure as hell were having a hard time getting past Asmodeus' double entendres- let alone denying his jokes and not-entirely-jokes to bed you.
Your fingers slid past your lips, finding even more slick within your folds. Going even deeper, you found the sensation lacking- two fingers weren't enough, and you knew that 3 or 4 wouldn't be enough either. No- what you needed was something longer. Thicker.
For a moment, you seriously considered asking Asmo if he had anything- before what little rationality you had left took over and you felt a blush roll onto your cheeks.
You slid your fingers back out, and renewed your vigor as you grinded into your clit. You let out a shaky breath as you felt a new sheen of sweat form on your torso; your legs twitched and you found your back arching from the mattress.
This may not have been perfect, but you had to make due with your lack of resources. No boyfriend, no dick, no dildo, but your fingers would suffice. They would have to.
Your eyes closed as you savoured the build up of your orgasm, yet it still seemed out of reach, despite the tension building within. So what, pray tell, would bring that release?
Your mind quickly sought an answer, and it was one you didn't exactly take kindly to.
And yet your mind wandered. It created. It imagined.
Above you, a lustful glaze over his blood red eyes was Lucifer, a smirk playing on his lips as your fingers now became his own. The one playing with your clit was not you anymore- but him. His raven hair perfectly framing a red-tinted face; a bead of sweat running down the side of his forehead as he continued to pleasure you.
This sight was enough to push you towards an orgasm, your eyes shooting open to stop the daydream from progressing. Your hand kept going, and while half of you hated imagining someone who was very much real, and very much present in your life- the other half of you loved this. And you could feel the need for him building in your chest. In your mind. In your abdomen. Inbetween your legs.
Just as you had reached the edge, a noise jolted you from your world of lust.
There was a knock at your door.
Your hand immediately came to a halt, your heart pounding in your chest as you attempted to make yourself sound normal. If you could think straight, you would commend yourself for how fast you were able to switch tasks.
"Y-Yes? I'm changing at the m-moment...." You managed to sputter, your cunt throbbing at the lack of stimulation. At the loss of your orgasm.
"Ah, my apologizes for disrupting you. When you have a moment, would you come to my study? I have some questions for you."
Your throat felt dry. If only you could use the abundance of moisture you collected between your legs to wet your mouth. It was Lucifer on the other side of the door.
"O-ok. I'll be there shortly..." You called out, before hearing the familiar footfalls on carpet.
You let out a breath you didn't know you were holding- he was gone.
Your body shook now from a mixture of the cold, arousal, and fearful shock. If you weren't so panicked, you would have cursed your luck for still not being able to achieve that much needed relief.
You hoisted yourself up and out of bed on shaky legs, pulling your pants back on before finding a tissue to wipe your fingers with.
It wasn't perfect, but it would have to do.
Despite being cold, a light sweat clung to your skin underneath your fluffy pajamas.
You had hoped it was late enough you wouldn't be disturbed. Late enough that you could do what you needed to, then wake up and shower in the morning. You should have known Lucifer would ruin your plans.
Deep breaths.
In, and out.
You took to your doorway, stepping out into the cool hallway before heading towards the library. It wasn't too far of a walk, but it was enough of one to help you clear your head enough to think a little more clearly.
With every step, you could feel the ache between your legs. The wetness that had pooled.
The want.
The need.
Another image flashed in your mind- of Lucifer bending you over his desk to take you then and there. And a blush erupted onto your cheeks right before you banished the thought out of your mind.
You didn't feel comfortable thinking like this about someone else.
....and especially not Lucifer.
.........no matter how hot he may be.
The library doors were already open, as well as the bookshelf that hid away Lucifer's study. You had only been inside a couple times, but it was surprisingly cozy. Had you not nearly been caught in such a lewd act just a few minutes ago, you probably would have been quite comfortable strolling in.
But instead, you hovered by the entrance, a timid knock resounding off the old walls as Lucifer looked up from his desk.
"Ah, you were swifter then I thought you would be. Please- have a seat."
He got up from his desk and motioned towards the chair sitting across from it, and as you made your way nervously to the leather seat, Lucifer walked past you to close the entrance to the study.
Your heart beat just a little faster.
The eldest brother came up and stood beside you. Taking a moment to take in your appearance, he at least didn't seem bothered you decided to show up in your pajamas.... then again, it was quite late. What the hell else would you be wearing?
"Are you feeling alright? Your face is quite red."
"I-I'm fine, thank you..!" You felt your voice crack slightly, and inwardly cringed. Lucifer was perceptive- he'd see right through you if you weren't extremely careful.
"Are you sure? You seem to be sweating slightly as well."
He bent over and placed a hand on your cheek, feeling the warmth radiating from your face. It was at this point you realized he wasn't wearing his gloves.
You could feel your heartbeat thrum in your chest, as if it wished to be taken by the demon's soft touch.
"I-I... I'm ok. Just a... little bit hot is all."
His hand lingered only a moment, before it returned to him and he crossed his arms.
.....why was he smiling like that?
"And yet, you're wearing your warm pajamas. I wonder why that is?"
....uh oh.
You swallowed thickly, watching as the demon circled you slowly. You felt what little resolve you had waver.
"I didn't really catch you in the middle of you changing clothes, did I?" His deep voice was suddenly beside your ear, low and husky. You felt his breath ghost across the side of your face.
He had taken a bent over position behind you, his face next to yours as his arms came to rest on the armrests of the leather chair. You shyed away only slightly from his closeness.
Deciding to stay your ground, you weren't about to admit what you really had been doing. You had no idea how he'd react, let alone the embarrassment you'd feel having been caught.
"I-I was changing clothes!"
Lucifer let out a hum as his hands found your abdomen, roaming your stomach with only the slightest of touches. Even through the fluffy fleece of your shirt, you could feel how warm his hands were.
"You're lucky I was the one to find you. Who knows what my brothers would have done had they come across you instead...."
One of his hands found yours, and wrapped around your arms to hold them against your stomach. His other hand, however, decided to continue its exploration down to the top and outter side of your right thigh.
"....I can smell your arousal. Hear the rapid beating of your heart. And I can feel just how much you want me."
His voice was laced with toxins; threaded oh-so-beautifully with desire and dripping with something irresistibly sweet.
"It was no coincidence that I interrupted you right before your release. I want to see you squirm and beg me to let you cum."
Oh god. This was real right? This wasn't another daydream? The burning desire between your legs and his roaming hand that came so dangerously close to your core said otherwise- it proved this was real.
All of it.
His hand came to rest on top of your clothed heat, his lips meeting the crook of your neck. You could feel a pair of fangs skim your flesh; they were gentle, but you could feel something deeper behind his actions. Something darker.
"(Y/N)...." He growled, and your breath hitched. The hand on your crotch pressed firmly into it, and you let out a small gasp at the feeling.
You could feel just how wet you were with such little action. You knew you were sensitive and needy.
And Lucifer knew it too.
He nibbled on your skin, enough to tease but not enough to even leave a slight mark.
His left hand- the hand that held your arms to your stomach- found your own hand, and the demon threaded his fingers inbetween your own with an almost foreign sense of longing and love. It didn't seem quite like him, but at the same time.... it felt exactly like him.
His right hand trailed up slowly from it's rest between your legs, dipping down under your pants. You felt Lucifer smirk against the flesh of your neck as he noticed you hadn't put underwear on.
His fingers found your sensitive, swollen bud with ease. His index and middle finger giving a few slow, light circles around the bundle of nerves before gliding down between your folds. You felt your breath hitch again as he didn't hesitate to plunge his fingers into you, already starting to pump them at a fast pace.
"This is what you wanted, isn't it? To have me with you as you lost yourself in pleasure? To hear my voice in your ear as you come undone?"
Your mouth was left open as you tried to contain yourself. The embarrassment, the desire, the arousal, the shamelessness- it was overwhelming.
"Lucifer-" Your voice came out strangled. Not quite a moan, but it was obvious you found pleasure in his touch. You couldn't finish your sentence, let alone even think of what you were to say next.
"Hmm? What is it, my love?"
The study was silent; dead silent, if not for the occasional sharp intake of breath you had and the lewd noises of Lucifer's fingers plunging within your core.
You could tell in his voice that he was enjoying this. Enjoying teasing you, enjoying pleasuring you, enjoying seeing you so disheveled and taken aback by his sudden domination of you.
His fingers curled, his palm coming to rest on your clit as he continued to thrust into you. And you squirmed under his touch.
Still, his voice was husky in your ear, his lips barely touching the shell as he spoke.
"I know what you want. What you've been desiring. I've always known. I know every little detail; every little thing about you- what you like, what you don't like, what you love.... and how exactly to make you beg for me. There is little about you that I don't know of- and I aim to know all of you."
His lips found your neck once more, and you let out a soft moan as he sucked and nipped at your skin. All while his fingers curled inside of you, so blissfully deep as he massaged that spot within you that made your fingers dig into his palm. You could feel him smirk into your flesh.
"Lucifer- I- Ahh..."
He hummed at the sentence you couldn't finish, his lips moving up your neck to your jaw, planting kiss after kiss.
"Please-" You moaned out, quite unintentionally. You felt your heart thud wildly in your chest as you realized what you had said- and what you meant.
"Please what, my darling?" He cooed in your ear.
You drew in a sharp breath, steeling your courage once again as you whipped your head around and caught the corner of his lips in a kiss.
Said kiss was swift, but you poured your heart into the sloppy display of feelings. As if the way you clawed at his hand wasn't enough.
You pulled away just enough to catch a blush dusting his cheeks- and god damn did he look cute like that-! But before you could really take in this rare occurrence, the hand that he had holding your own to your stomach swiftly came up to your face, pulling it away from his own as he covered your eyes.
"Use your words, my pet." He whispered low into your ear.
Fine.
"P-Please.... Take me... Fuck me..." You mumbled as you squirmed, your hands finding the arm that pressed into you as he continued to finger you.
"Mmm, good girl." He growled, and you could almost feel yourself melt just at the sound.
His hand was moving so fast, his fingers deep within you as his palm rubbed circles into your clit; you clutched his arm as you threw your head back, feeling your previously lost orgasm come back like the crashing tide.
But you were left gasping and whining when Lucifer suddenly stopped, pulling his hand out of your pants before shoving his fingers into your mouth. Your pussy throbbed, ached for the release you were denied of a second time- and you squirmed as you obediently licked the demon's fingers of your wetness.
"Let's finish this in my room, shall we?" He mumbled, letting you finish cleaning his fingers before removing his hands completely from you.
You let your eyes open, now free from Lucifer's hold, and you turned to face him. He was just as gorgeous as ever, standing there in the dim flickering of the fireplace that you had failed to notice upon your entrance.
But despite the dim lighting, you could see the lust burning deep within his crimson eyes.
That look caught you in a vice-like grip, squeezing your heart and demanding your attention. Forcing you to focus on Lucifer, and only Lucifer... To follow his orders- whether spoken or unspoken- like an obedient little pet.
You stood up on shaky legs, walking over to him as your pussy continued to throb between your legs. You desperately wanted relief- to just finish yourself off right then and there, but it was as if the demon had you in a trance. As if the eldest held you in the palm of his hand.
A hand with which he took your own, his other hand placed into the small of your back as he pushed you forward, opening the study door once more and pushing you into the library, and out into the hallway.
It was a short walk to his bedroom, but it felt like so much longer.
The two of you walked in silence, the padding of your feet and the footfalls of his shoes on carpet was the only thing you could hear over the thudding of your heart in your ears.
The two of you stopped infront of his door, and the hand on your back came up to your shoulder as he reached infront of you to open the door- pushing you inside before swiftly following suit.
And almost immediately after he shut his door, the hand on your shoulder spun you around and suddenly you had Lucifer's lips on your own, greedily plunging his tongue into your mouth to take whatever taste of you he could get.
The kiss was heated- passionate. As if tension and love had built up within the demon for so long, and now he was finally able to set it free; to take you all for his own.
Your kiss only broke when your legs hit the edge of the bed, causing you to stumble and fall back, the demon following you into the bed.
His lips found your jaw, kissing you hungrily as he worked to remove your shirt. His fingers skillfully tugged at each button, popping them off until your chest was exposed to him. And he wasn't about to let this opportunity go.
He growled when he noticed your bra was still on, tugging it harshly below your breasts so his lips could meet your nipple. You responded with a groan, arching your back to push your breast closer to his mouth. You watched as his hair fell around him; black locks perfectly framing his pale face, with reddened lips locked around your nipple.
He was stunning. Beautiful. You felt your breath catch in your throat, finally realizing just what was going on.
God's favourite son was on top of you, hands roaming your waist and hips as he greedily sucked on your nipple like it would give him the sweetest nectar straight from the garden of Eden.
His fingers hooked under the waistband of your pants, slipping them down to your knees before you decided to help- shuffling them off you awkwardly and letting them fall next to his bed.
Lucifer crawled further on top of you, his lips parting from your breast to come to graze your ear as he spoke.
"You're going to take all of me, and I'm going to make you scream before you can even think of cumming."
You felt an ache in your stomach- your core burning with desire and lust. You looked straight into those prideful, desire-filled eyes and spoke right back to him.
"Fuck me."
The demon snapped. In one fluid motion, a double set of wings flourished behind his back as horns took their place atop his head. He let out a deep growl that you could feel within your very soul, as he swiftly ripped off his own clothing to bare himself fully to you.
His clothes joined your pants on the floor with a flop. And soon, so did your shirt- this time in shreds. You'd need to borrow one of his in the morning, but for now....
You couldn't help but ogle him for a moment, eyes roaming a chest you had never before seen- thanks to his usual prudeness- and all the way down to his hips, which were also now bare.
He really was gorgeous. His silky smooth skin a milky pale; beautifully sculptured and toned, showing a muscular torso and...
You could almost feel your eyes bug out once you caught on to what was about to go inside of you.
Your eyes quickly darted back up to meet Lucifer's, that ever-present smirk still playing at his lips.
"I-I don't know if that will fit-...."
"It will."
You could feel the tip of his cock hovering at your folds, and while you desperately wanted him to bury himself into your cunt, you were more then a little nervous.
But Lucifer, ever the gentleman, took your arms to wrap around his neck as he pulled himself closer to your trembling form. His cock threatened to break the seal- to slip into your drenched pussy. To finally pleasure you just like you had dreamed.
"Tell me what you want."
You felt his cock twitch. And yet his hips remained still, his member ever obedient as to not even give you a slight taste. And it was driving you mad.
"I... I want... Y-You...."
"Good girl."
Lucifer's hands came behind your back, lifting you up ever so slightly as his hips pushed into yours, his cock slipping easily past your folds, the tip parting you to make way for the rest of him. Your bodies were close, the way he held you and the way he had put your arms around him forced you to be, your breasts squishing into his chest as he pushed himself further inside of you.
"Mmm- Lucifer-!" You moaned as he slipped inside, his cock spreading you wide open just to take him all in.
"(Y/N)...." He groaned, and suddenly his hips jerked his cock the rest of the way in. You let out a gasp, but it was quickly replaced with a moan as he drew his hips back before thrusting them against you again.
His cock, to say the least, was big. Deliciously big. It was addicting. Every thrust filled you up so perfectly; it just felt so right to have him balls deep inside of you, to have you purr and whine for him like the needy little bitch you are.
His lips attached themselves onto your neck once more, sucking and nibbling at every little bit of skin he could get to. You were sure he was littering you with deep purple splotches, but you couldn't care less.
The only thing you could focus on was the back and forth of Lucifer's cock inside of you, pushing his way so deep only to pull out almost to the tip.... only to plunge himself right back into the depths of your soaked cunt once again. Every thrust was met with a moan; a lewd squelch or skin slap. Of a whine, or a groan. A clenching of your walls around his cock as you desperately tried to savour every single inch of him and more.
"(Y/N)...." He growled into your ear. "You're driving me insane."
His hips picked up the pace, thrusting brutally into your core as left a particularly sore spot on your collarbone. His hand removed itself from your back to come to your front, trailing down to meet your clit as his thumb suddenly started to rub furious circles into it. You let out a cry, throwing your head back and screwing your eyes shut in ecstacy.
"Tell me what you want." He said with a smirk, watching you come undone below him.
"I-I... Please.... I wanna cum..." You somehow managed to utter, your orgasm fast approaching.
God, he felt so good. And you were so wet and sensitive-
"....Please! Let me cum-!" You squirmed, desperate to find your release as Lucifer's thumb moved faster on your clit.
His cock twitched inside you, and you felt the tension build to a crescendo, opening your eyes to meet his. They seemed to burn with a deep desire and passion; with pride from making you like this.
"Go ahead. Give it to me. Cum on my cock. Scream my name so everyone knows who's fucking you." He lips found your ear once more, his other hand coming down to hold onto your hip bruisingly.
His lips brushed against your ear as he spoke one more time.
"Cum for me, princess."
And that was it. His obsessive, passionate thrusts combined with the furious rubbing of your clit finally broke the knot that had been oh so carefully cultivated- and your orgasm hit you like a tsunami.
"Lucifer-!" You cried out, your pussy clenching around him so tightly he couldn't help but let out a grunt, riding out your orgasm as he soon reached his own.
With a groan, his wings flourished once more, and you felt him twitch deep inside of you. His cum almost felt like it burned as it was shot deep inside of you, painting your insides with such a vibrant white. His hips sputtered to a stop, his mouth sloppily planting itself on your own. The kiss you shared was deep and lazy, but full of warmth.
The two of you stayed like that for a moment, but soon Lucifer parted from your lips to take in the dazed look in your eyes and the sweat that adorned your forehead. And you did the same; now able to take in his messy black hair, the blush that dusted his pale cheeks, and the way he looked at you with such deep affection and want.... you felt your heart flutter in your chest.
"(Y/N)..." He mumbled, shifting the two of you further into the middle of the bed and upwards, so you could both rest on the pillows of his large bed.
His cock was still buried deep inside of you, his cum slowly leaking out the sides in rebellion. But neither of you did anything; Lucifer too caught up in staring at you, and you too tired to do anything, let alone think.
Your eyes were shut, your mind hazy as the lust cleared from your mind to make room for exhaustion. Lucifer just stared at your relaxed face, a smile playing on his lips as he laid beside you, his arm underneath his head to prop himself up.
"Lucifer..." You mumbled, prying open your tired eyes to meet him. He gave out a hum of acknowledgement, quietly giving you a sign to continue.
But you didn't even know what you want to say. Your mind was too hazy, your body too tired and your soul too fulfilled to find the words you wanted to say.
The demon before you chuckled as you shut your eyes again, his hands coming up to bring you closer to him as he laid a soft kiss upon your forehead. You hummed in contentment at the action.
Your eyes opened slightly once more, as something was brought to the tip of your mind. It seeped down and embedded itself in your mouth before you could even think about what you meant.
"What do you want...?"
Your question had no malice in it. No annoyance, nor any specific thought.
Lucifer had said he knew almost everything about you- down to exactly what you wanted from him. And in your clouded mind, you hadn't asked what he wanted... until now.
There was a moment of pause, as Lucifer was taken aback by your question. He could tell you were exhausted; too tired to think much of your question. But he knew where it came from, and what you meant by it.
His wings came down to wrap around you, almost as if to protect you from the cool, late night air. His feathers were soft and delicate on your bare skin, but they were firm as they pressed you closer to his body.
A smile graced his lips once more, feeling you relax into his chest. Finally, he had an answer.
"I want you."
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legit real actual love child of miruku and leviathan HAHAHA
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Is like to see NSFW poly Barbatos x Mc x Solomon where they experiment with trust exercises.
Rating: Explicit
Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply
Category: F/M/M
Fandom: Shall We Date?: Obey Me!
Relationships: Barbatos x F!MC x Solomon
Characters: Barbatos, Solomon, Main Character
Additional Tags: Daddy kink, threesome - F/M/M, blindfold, double penetration, teasing
Summary: Solomon and Barbatos decide to play a game with you.
A/N: I could have made this longer... I almost did...
Word Count: 1748
"You're going to take me like a good little girl, yes?" Solomon asked as he slowly rubbed the head of his cock along your soaking entrance, watching you keen every time he threatened to finally push inside but didn't. He hadn't even entered you yet and your pussy was already painted in his precum.
"Mhm. Yes, Daddy~" Something in the pit of your stomach jumped forward calling him that. If you weren't drenched already, you were sure you would have been by now.
"Oh, really?" Barbatos questioned as he ran his thumb across your bottom lip, pulling your attention toward him, "Do you plan to leave me out?"
"Of course not," you pout, pressing your lips against his tip and looking up at him with the largest eyes you can muster.
"You're both so cute," Solomon cut in.
Barbatos sighed, "Please don't say that."
You only whimpered in annoyance as they used their conversation to distract them both from taking care of you.
Solomon looked down at you again, a smile plastered on his face, "I know." He dragged his cock through your slick folds again, bumping against your swollen clit as he rocked against you without pushing in, "Be patient, Babygirl."
You whined but accepted it because he was giving you something at least.
"Hey, Barbatos, want to try something fun?" The smirk that reached Solomon's eyes should have worried you, but you were too needy and anxious to question it
"Your idea of fun is usually troublesome," Barbatos shook his head.
"Oh come on. This is good, I promise." He beckoned Barbatos over by crooking a single finger, whispering something into his ear that made the demonic Butler smile just as wide.
"I take it back. That does indeed sound fun."
"What does?" You ask.
"Just a little game," Solomon hummed, "One the three of us can play together."
"Would you like to play as well? A game where you aren’t allowed to know anything?”
You blinked at them, wondering what that could mean.
“The rules are simple. We’re going to cover your eyes and then we’re going to touch you however we want. If you can guess who’s touching you you get a point. If you fail, we get a point. Whoever has the most points at the end gets to decide who gets to use which of your pretty little holes.”
You pout, lifting your hips to grind against the underside of Solomon’s still hard cock, “But, Daddy, you’re so close.”
“But you don’t want to leave Barbatos out unfairly, do you? This is a more fair way to decide who gets to use you.” He slapped his heavy cock against your still soaking entrance a few times, sending sparks through your body
You bit your lip but nodded, “A quick game won’t hurt.”
Solomon smirked, “Good girl.”
Barbatos crawled out of the bed, walking over to one of the dressers in the room and pulling out a black tie before coming back over and handing it to Solomon to examine.
"Would you mind if we put this on you?" Solomon asked, holding up the makeshift blindfold for you to examine.
You only nodded.
He sat you up and placed the fabric over your eyes, tying it behind your head so you couldn't see, "How does it feel?"
"It's comfortable."
"And you truly cannot see?" That was Barbatos’ voice.
You shook your head.
The men looked at each other with mischievous eyes, knowing that their plan was so close to being set in motion, "Well then, let's begin."
Soft lips tickled the side of your neck, slowly creeping higher until they were nibbling at the shell of your ear. You groaned at the touch, stretching your neck so they had more room to kiss and play with.
"Come on, Babygirl. Don't go silent on us." That was Solomon again, "Who's touching you?"
Given that Solomon had just spoken and those lips hadn't left you once, "Barbatos."
"Ding ding ding. Wonderful guess."
"So astute," Barbatos added after giving one last kiss to your temple.
"You made it too easy for her." Solomon laughed, "The next one should be harder."
You felt the bed shift beneath you right before lips pressed against your own. They started feather-light, almost shy in how they sought out your own, but the kisses quickly turned hungry. A tongue slipped inside, tasting your own and grazing over the walls of your mouth as your head went fuzzy. You awkwardly rubbed your legs together to try and satisfy the feeling that continued to grow between your legs.
But you knew those kisses; the kind that couldn’t wait to seek you out and threatened to eat you alive.
You pull away and breathe heavily before answering, “Solomon.”
“Right again,” he whispers just in front of you so his breath tickles your skin.
"Who made it too easy now?" Barbatos teased.
"It's only a warmup," he reassured as he pulled away from you.
Smooth hands crept forward across your skin, groping at your breasts as they played with the weight. Thumbs spiralled around your nipples and flicked at them playfully.
"Nggh," you whined as the sting hit you.
"That's not a name, Babygirl."
You bit your lip, "Barbatos." He loved to toy with your breasts, so the feeling was familiar.
"You continue to show your brilliance," his velvety voice whispered straight into your ear, sending a wave of electricity down your spine, "What about this?"
Something cool and thin wrapped around your waist, the very edge slipping down your navel and toward your swollen nub. You groaned as your folds were pushed aside and your clit was attacked with vigor. It was slow, purposeful, almost artistic in how they teased.
"Barbatos." That had to be his tail. The cool, wet feeling of the duo ends focusing on such a small spot that drove you wild was something only he could do.
Or not, as Solomon spoke, "That's a point for me."
"Did you really mistake his magic trick for my tail?"
Yes. "I'm sorry." It just felt so much like the real thing.
"Don't apologize, Babygirl." Hands were placed on your knees and proceeded to spread you open, "Just do better."
This time, the feeling against you was warm. The flat of a tongue licking a messy stripe up your slit before soft lips wrapped around and sucked at your still aching and needy clit. Then the pattern repeated, this time with their tongue pushing deeper into your heat so they could lap up your dripping juices.
You honestly had no idea who was between your legs, "S-Solomon?"
"Too bad," Solomon chuckled as you felt a finger slip into your pussy and scrape against your walls, "Is it really that hard to tell us apart?"
"I'll do better, Daddy. I promise." It wasn't like they were testing you in this game of theirs, but you still felt you should apologize for not being able to tell who was touching you.
"Then who has you right now?"
"Barbato- Ohhh." Your words are lost as another finger finds its way inside of you, scissoring you open.
"Very good," Barbatos voice vibrates against your cunt, "Let's see if you can keep it up."
Hit. Hit. Miss. Hit. Miss. Miss. Miss. Hit. Miss. Miss.
The longer they kept going, the more they both toyed with your already needy and wanting body, the more you started to blur their touches together. It was too hard to keep track of who was pressing their lips against your chest or running their tongue across your skin; who was humping between your legs without giving you what you wanted or who was stuffing you with their fingers. Sometimes they would even work together as one kissed you enough to leave you feeling starved of oxygen while the other lifted your hips and kissed you in a different way.
It was all too much by the time they decided to end the game, leaving you a sweat coated mess as you panted against the bedsheets. In all the time they'd played with you, they had been careful not to penetrate you but also not to let you cum and you were starting to feel it. All you wanted was to finally have them stretch you around their cocks.
"I believe that's my win then," Solomon said as he reached around to undo the blindfold and let it slither to the ground.
You didn't even know if that was true or not, but you didn't care. You just wanted someone to finally do more than tease you.
"Please, Daddy." Your bottom lip jutted out with the tiniest of pouts as your glazed over eyes stared into the far distance, unable to focus on anything properly, "Please fuck me."
"Shh, I know. And I know you're going to take everything like the good girl you are."
Solomon sat you in his lap with your back pressed flat against his chest. The tip of his cock pressed against your entrance, just barely opening you up as you mewled and begged for more.
He tenderly kissed the side of your head before slipping his hands under your knees and lifting them so you were spread open and unable to hide anything from Barbatos who looked on with his hand lazily stroking his own cock.
"Don't you remember, Babygirl? We can't leave Barbatos out of this." He gave the demon a smirk, inviting him closer.
He did so, sitting on his haunches as he lined himself up much the same way as Solomon, the very tip of his cock promising to bury deep inside of you as soon as he was ready.
"Now, ask nicely."
White-hot fire rushed across your skin as you stared down between your legs where they both promised to tear you open, "Please? I want both of your cocks so bad."
As soon as the words were out of your mouth, Solomon dropped your weight down onto both of their lengths as they pushed forward into you. The way your pussy accepted them without a fight made you blush, but more than that it made your toes curl and your head lull backward as your mouth opened in gaping shock. All they had done was push inside and you could already feel that little ball inside of you coiling up so tightly it felt it would snap.
They were going to ruin you before the end of the night, you just knew it.
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Guard Rat
*** @mammonsturtle, you know this request was just weird enough for me to love it. It 100% reminds me of Turnip Head from Howl's Moving Castle and I will be running with that vibe. This will be chaotic (a little) and (hopefully) entertaining! Let's do this! -B***
Summary: After helping a rat on their way back to the Hall of Lamentation, MC finds themselves with a new pet. The rat follows MC where ever they go, and they are just enamoured with the little guy, much to the brother's dismay.
You had a very long day.
You couldn't seem to focus during any of your classes for some reason, Mammon was in a mood and was being a little meaner towards you than usual, and to top it all off, he apparently forgot that he was supposed to walk you home since you were know walking through the dark streets of the Devildom on your own.
You grumbled to yourself in annoyance as you kicked an empty can down the damp, city streets.
A frightened squeak caught your attention, causing you to pause.
You glanced down the dark, gloomy alleyway that the squeak came from. You took note of the lack of people around, debating if this was the safest course of action to take, before throwing caution to the wind and creeping towards the noise.
"Hello? Is someone there?"
You jumped as what looked like a ramen noodle cup came scuttling out from behind a dumpster and ran into a wall.
You tilted your head at the oddity and crouched down to get a closer look. The ramen cup had a long pink tail, two furry little legs that were kicking out from the back of it.
"Huh," you pondered out loud as you picked up the cup. "Are you stuck, little guy?"
You moved your uniform sleeve to cover your bare skin before gently grasping the back end of the small creature and carefully pulling.
Pop!
Two unnaturally green eyes blinked up at you from behind a dark, furred snout and twitching whiskers. The creature didn't snarl or snap at you, like most cornered animals would. Instead, he peered up at you with curious and grateful eyes that held such humanity it made your breath catch. You smiled at the rat and carefully set it back down. "There you go. All better now. Don't go getting stuck again."
The rat remained sitting where you set it down and nodded its head, as though it understood what you were saying.
You stared at it for a moment before shrugging. "Wouldn't be the strangest thing I've seen in the Devildom," you waved at the rat as you turned to exit the ally. "Have a nice day, Mr. Rat."
You left without another thought and continued your silent trudge back to your home, feeling slightly lighter than before. You were nearly there when you noticed the faint noise of tiny claws against stone behind you.
With a frown, you glanced back and spotted the same rat from earlier scurrying from a distance. He froze as you noticed him. The two of you stared at one another. You narrowed your eyes, looking around for anything else that could've possibly caught the rats attention, but found nothing.
"Are you following me, Mr. Rat?"
The rat nodded and moved closer to you.
You giggled and crouched down to get a good look at the animal. It didn't look dirty or disease-ridden like most wild rats did. Instead, it was strangely clean and calm, like a domestic pet.
Deciding to take a risk, you reached out and slowly stroked the top of its head with your finger. It leaned into the touch and let out a small, content squeak. You smiled gently scratched behind its ears. "Yeah, there's no way your just a wild rat. Did someone throw you out on the streets, little buddy?"
The rat made a series of distressed squeaks and scuttled closer to you.
You tsked disapprovingly and continued petting the animal. "Poor little guy."
As the rat melted under your touch, you felt your heartache at the thought of leaving him out here. If he really was a domesticated animal and not just a stray, he probably wouldn't last long out here. I mean, look at the state that you had originally found him in!
...
A rat was small enough that Lucifer shouldn't notice if you snuck him into the House of Lamentation, right?
Having made up your mind, you carefully laid out your hand in front of your new friend. "How would you like to come home with me, pal?"
The rat's eyes widened. He made an adorable squeaking noise as he nodded and climbed into your hands. You smiled softly at him and carefully scooped him up against your chest. "Alright, little guy. First things first," you began as you walked back towards the house. "We need to give you a name. I was thinking Ramen. You know, cause I found you in a ramen cup."
The rat snuggled its little head against your chest. You chuckled fondly. "Ramen, it is."
You carefully tucked Ramen into the front of your uniform as you approached the House of Lamentation. "Okay, here's your chance to prove yourself Ramen," you whispered. "You have to be quiet and still until we get to my room. I can't have anyone finding out about you just yet."
Ramen cheeped and burrowed obediently into your uniform. You gently patted him before entering the house.
You didn't immediately spot any of the brothers as you entered the hall and let out a breath of relief. You carefully snuck your way to your room without being spotted.
You carefully set Ramen on your bed before rummaging around your room. After a few minutes of searching, you found a decent-sized cardboard box and an old shirt that you had stolen from Mammon ages ago. "These should do..." You mumbled to yourself as you moved back to your bed. Ramen looked at you in curiosity as you held the items out to him. "What do you think? These good enough?"
Ramen cautiously approached the shirt in your hand and gave it a little sniff. He scrunched up his tiny nose and furiously wiped at it with his hands.
You cackled and threw the shirt aside. "Okay, okay. So you don't like the smell of Mammon's cologne. Noted." You went back to your closet and found an oversized PJ shirt that you never wore. You turned back to the rat. "How about this?"
Ramen took the shirt from your hands instantly began burying himself in it.
You cooed as his tiny little head popped out from the fabric and took a picture with your D.D.D. "This was the best choice I've made since coming down to the Devildom!" You giggled as you scooped up Ramed and the shirt and delicately set him in the box. "That should make a nice little bed for you. You're welcome to walk around my room, but you can't go anywhere else! I don't know how the brothers would react if they found you."
Ramen chittered from within the box burrowed deeper into his new home.
And just like that, you had your own secret little pet!
You had managed to go an entire week without anyone finding out about Ramen.
Sure you spent a little more time in your room, but it was exam season, so no one questioned it.
The boys did find it a little odd that you seemed to be avoiding letting any of them inside your room but, well, you weren't exactly the most normal human, so they brushed it off.
Meanwhile, you were having the time of your life with Ramen! You had taught him to stand on his hind legs and had a number of conversations with your new best friend.
The coolest thing about Ramen, however, was something you didn't even teach him.
One night, you had been studying and were mumbling to yourself about being cold. A few minutes later, you heard a slightly muffled chittering noise come from beside you. When you looked down, two green eyes peered up at you from under a blanket. Ramen squeaked and chittered until you picked up the blanket and wrapped it around yourself. Once you did, the rat nodded and waddled back to his box.
It wasn't just a one-time incident either. Every time you mentioned needing something out loud, Ramen would go off and fetch it for you without you even asking. He was the best pet ever.
You didn't think that this incredibly handy skill of his would ever be a problem.
You were wrong.
You had been studying one weekend, Ramen sitting in your lap as you read through your notes, when your stomach growled. Ramen perked up and looked up at you before climbing off your lap and scurrying away — you were so invested in your notes that you hardly noticed.
It wasn't until you heard an extremely high pitch screech come from the kitchen that realized where exactly Ramen had gone.
"Fuck!" You cursed as you launched yourself out of your desk and sprinted down to the kitchens faster than Mammon when Levi found out he sold one of his figurines.
You drifted the corner and slammed open the kitchen door to see Asmo on a counter, jumping and pointing at Ramen as Satan chased him with a broom.
"Ramen!" You shouted as the rat ran over to you. You quickly picked him up and clutched him to your chest.
Asmo's skin tinted green as he saw you hold the rodent. "MC put it down! You don't know where that thing's been! URGH!"
You frowned in offence on Ramen's behalf. "I'll have you know that Ramen is a distinguished gentleman and keeps himself perfectly clean. Don't you, pal?"
Ramen squeaked and nodded pointedly. You smiled scratched his little head.
Satan slowly lowered the broom as he narrowed his eyes at you. "MC, do not tell me that you took in a street rat as a pet."
You pouted. "He was clearly abandoned! The little guy is too well behaved to have ever been wild. And he's so smart too!"
Ramen looked at Satan smugly from where was currently sitting on your shoulder.
Satan's eyes widened as he noticed the rat's green eyes. "MC, look at that thing. It's not natural. Rat's don't have green eyes like that, and he's got this aura ... I don't like it. You need to put him back."
You giggled and shook your head. "Well, obviously he's not natural. Ramen is special. I think he might be magic. He understands everything I say, you know? He's really nice."
Asmo whined and squirmed from where he stood on the counter. "Can you just please, for the love of Diavolo, put that thing back where it came from?!"
You frowned at them. "I can't just throw him back out there! He'd die!" You snapped your gaze over to Satan. "You take cats in all the time! Ramen is no different. He's going to be staying with me, and if you have a problem with it, you can take it up with Lucifer!" And with that, you turned on your heel and marched straight back to your room, completely oblivious to the victorious smirk that Ramen sent Asmodeus and Satan's way.
You had barely gotten Ramen into his box when you heard a pounding knock on your door.
The door swung open a second later, revealing a tired Lucifer, frantic Mammon, concerned Satan and a disgusted Asmodeus.
"Where's the rat?" Lucifer asked in a flat tone.
You carefully blocked the box in the corner of your room and smiled innocently at the demons. "Hey now! Let's talk about this! Is there really any harm in me having a little pet?"
"A rat ain't a pet, MC!" Mammon snapped as he tried peering around you. "Even Barbatos is scared of those rodents! Ya can't just keep one in the house! It's not clean!"
You groaned as you picked up Ramen's box and distanced yourself from the group. "I already explained, Ramen is perfectly clean! Besides humans keep rats as pets all the time!"
Mammon's face scrunched up in disgust. "Tell me ya didn't name a fuckin' rat after my favourite food?"
You shrugged. "I found him in a ramen cup, so I named him Ramen."
Lucifer sighed and ran a hand through his hair. "You found him- Urgh, why am I even surprised?" He glared down at you. "You cannot keep him here."
You pouted and put down the box. You lifted up the top half of Ramen's body with your hands and held him close to your face. "But look at his little face and tiny hands"
"Hello! My name's Ramen and you should let me stay!" You spoke in a falsetto as you lightly bounced to the rat alongside your words.
Lucifer raised an unimpressed eyebrow. "No."
You whined and hugged him close to you, "But he's my best friend!"
"Oi!" Mammon shouted, looking genuinely hurt by your words. "I thought I was your best friend?"
Asmo scoffed as he crossed his arms over his chest. "You're the only one who thought that, Mammon," He furrowed his eyebrows as he peered down at the rat. "Though it's ridiculous to think they would choose a rat over moi."
You softened your face as you pleadingly looked up at Lucifer. "Please. Please let me keep him. You won't even notice he's here."
Lucifer's cold expression cracked a little at the look on your face. He sighed as he shook his head. "I'm sorry MC, but I can't let a wild rat stay here," he winced at the broken whine that you let out. "If it makes you feel better, we can get you another pet," Satan's head whipped around to look at Lucifer, who has denied him a cat for decades in shock and betrayal, "but you have to put him back."
You sniffed, holding Ramen close as you nodded. "C-Can I go alone? I want to say goodbye."
Lucifer closed his eyes for a moment before letting out a heavy breath. "Fine," he turned and began to leave the room. "Just so long as he doesn't come back with you."
Ramen squeaked and squirmed in your arms, trying to get free from your grasp and guiltily took him out of the House of Lamentation and back to the Devildom streets.
You sniffled as you reached the ally way you had found him.
"I'm sorry, Ramen," you whimpered. The rat stopped squirming for a moment as he looked up at you with sad, pleading eyes. You hugged against your chest. "I wish you were human. That way we could've stayed best friends forever!" You kneeled down and carefully set the rat on the ground. "B-Be careful out here, okay? There's all kinds of things out th-there that would eat a k-kind rat like you a-a-and-"
"I thought heard something down here."
Your yelped as you jumped around and saw two large demons blocking off the exit to the ally.
The taller of the two smirked as he leaned against the wall. "Awfully far from home, aren't ya, little human?"
You gulped and took a step back. "I don't want any trouble. I'm having a really bad day, so if you could please let me go-"
The shorter one barked out a laugh as a malicious smile curled onto his face. "Ya hear that, Krimper? The poor pathetic human had a bad day!"
You felt your heart race in your chest as you realized these demons had no intention of leaving you alone. You reached a hand back to grab your D.D.D, only to realize that you had forgotten in your room.
Shit.
Krimper looked down at you in amusement. "That's right, human. You're not-" a small woosh sounded out from behind you, but you knew better than take your eyes away from the predators in front of you. The demons' eyes bulged as they took a step back. "Y-You're n-n-not..."
You froze as a deep growl resonated from behind you. "Leave the human alone," you squeaked as a heavy, tanned hand cemented itself on your shoulder.
"Let's get outta hear!" The smaller demon crowed before the two of them sprinted out of the ally way.
You trembled, remaining as still as possible in the demon's grasp. "Th-Thank you for s-s-saving me. B-But can you please let me go?"
"OH!" To your surprise, the demon's hand came off of you instantly. "Right! Yes! Sorry. I was j-just trying to intimidate them. I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable!"
You slowly turned around to see a tanned, seven-foot-tall man with familiar green eyes lightly panicking as he fiddled with his hands.
He ran a hand through his dark curls as he laughed awkwardly. "I-I guess, I should probably explain," he opened his arms to show off his whole figure. "It's just me, MC! It's Ramen! Though, my real name is Bruno. I'm a mid-level demon of greed with the ability to transform into a rat."
You narrowed your eyes at the man, "You're Ramen?"
He nodded and scratched the back of his neck. "Surprise?"
You glanced down at the ground and noticed that, sure enough, Ramen was nowhere to be found. You hummed in thought as you stared at Bruno. "Quick. What did I have for breakfast this morning?"
"A bagel," he answered easily.
You gasped and stepped closer to him. "You are Ramen!"
He smiled widely and gave you an awkward set of jazz hands. "In the flesh!" A glint of amusement flickered in his eyes as he raised an eyebrow at you. "Though, I suppose this means your wish came true. I'm humanoid now, which means," he tilted his head as he peered down at you with an unsure expression, "we can be best friends forever?"
You squealed and rushed over to Bruno giving him a huge hug. "Of course, we can, Bruno! Oh my god! This is incredible!" You bounced excitedly as you looked up at him. "What should we do first?"
He smirked, "Well best friends are always there for one another, and I see how forgetful those brothers can be. So, I was thinking," he stuck his hand out towards you. "Why don't we make a pact?"
There were practically stars in your eyes as you nodded, "That way we'd have matching tattoos! Smart thinking. We can make a secret handshake too!"
Rather than shaking his hand, Bruno looked down, dumbfounded, as you folded up his hand into fists and lightly hit yours on top of it, below it, and then knuckle to knuckle. He was even more surprised when he felt a small burning sensation on his palm as the pact was accepted.
You let out a loud cheer as you fist-bumped your hands in the air. "Alright! Best friends!" You giggled and turned to the shocked Bruno.
While he had already grown fond of you during his time as rat do to your kind heart and generous nature, he now found himself falling head over heels for you. The man could already tell that he would quickly become a fully certified simp.
You gestured for Bruno to follow you, and he quickly scrambled to move by your side, shoulders hunched over so he could look down at you easier. "Where are we going?"
You scoffed and smirked up at him. "Home, obviously. Lucifer said you can't live with us, because you were a rat, and I doubt he'll let you live with us even if you're like this, but he can't keep me from having friends over! Especially if we have a pact together!"
Bruno laughed at your tenacity. It wasn't every day you saw someone who was so fearless against the Morningstar. He could tell that he'd have his work cut out for him as your guard rat.
You swung open the House of Lamentation doors with a wide grin. "I'm home!"
Lucifer and the rest of the brothers were waiting for you at the entrance.
Lucifer sighed as he heard your voice, "MC. I apologize again for you having to get rid of Ramen. I know you were fond of him, but-"
He stopped short as he noticed the tall, smirking demon standing smugly behind you. His eyes narrowed as all the brothers instantly moved into defensive positions. "MC, who the fuck is that?" Lucifer snarled.
You beamed brightly as gestured to your new friend. Their eyes widened as they spotted the new, deep gold pact-mark resting on your right palm. "It's Ramen! He's actually a demon! Isn't this great?!"
Bruno gave the group an awkward two-finger salute, showing off his own pact mark. "Hi."
The brothers' jaws dropped as they took in your words.
"WHAT?!"
***And that was the joyous crack that was this request! Thanks again @mammonsturtle for allowing me to have so much fun with this. It was amazing. Thank you all for the love the support! I hope you enjoyed Ramen/Bruno and the fic! -B***
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Sorry if this sounds weird but could you do the obey me bros with an MC with tourette syndrome, I have tourette syndrome and have rlly liked obey me for Abt 3 months now. Some if my favs rn are Satan, Mammon, and Diavolo
(again if this is something you don't wanna do you can just ignore this <3)
Not weird at all!! I’m glad we can make an inclusive blog so everyone can feel good
And like I said before, please if I’m wrong correct me, I tried not to be specific with some behavior
What they’ll do if the Mc has Tourette syndrome | obey me
→ fluff
→ demon brothers + Diavolo x gn!reader
Lucifer
Is close to you in case you need a hand with anything, he never treats to different except if you curse on accident, he wants to say language but he can’t, doesn’t point out your tics either, rather he asks you questions about how to make you feel comfortable
Mammon
If someone starts to stare at you Mammon would fight them no doubt, at first he is worried about you but understands that you don’t want to be treated differently, is always around you in case you need help, even if you tell him you don’t need it he would be around you trying to be subtle
Levi
Levi is a quick learner, asks you about how you feel with him helping, if you tell him you are ok by yourself he understands and let’s you be or if you say you need help with some things he is always around you
Satan
Goes to the human world to buy some books that can tell him how to help you, once he is familiar with you syndrome and your tics he prepares some activities for you to focus on, buys you books, some canvas and paint or a crafts box
Asmo
He asked Satan for some information and also learned creative activities are good for you, and what is better than makeup, in his opinion, so he wants you to make his makeup, he doesn’t care if you mess up, Asmo is happy enough with you around
Beel
Also a fast learner, knows what to do when he sees you having tics or if you need help, encourages you a lot when you both are working on something, he loves when you cook together, doesn’t give you sharp objects though
Belphie
I believe he would like to make you a playlist with a lot of songs he loves since music is good for everything, also likes to prepare some activities for you to distract, most of the time with Beel, and if you take naps together he would hold your hand while you sleep
Diavolo
Is extremely into learning new things about the human mind, so he would ask a lot of questions, if you are comfortable with it, wants to make your stay at the Devildom as comfortable as posible, plans a lot of activities and gives Barbatos a free day so you both can work on the cooking and baking, also if you want, he takes you to the human world at parks, museums or amusement parks
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Just some random sketches before I go to sleep lol xDDD
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Finished my thirteen cosplay. @/nyx_cosplay on Instagram :)
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I don’t know what you’re planning, but I sort of like thinking of the idea of mc being angry once they hear Diavolo stopped the brothers from helping sooner 🤔 the drama tho-🥀
no plans only vibes
No tw's for this one, only that good, sweet angst. Link to the rest of the 'From Afar' fics that are now a whole au apparently.
Responsibility
It takes some time for you to be able to fully process everything that happened. You find yourself constantly surrounded by your demons, like they're unwilling to leave you alone. To be perfectly honest, you don't want them to leave you either. You were alone for so long, hurt in the hands of your fellow humans. It's no wonder you're taking solace now in monsters.
It's not only the Avatars checking in on you either. Barbatos often swings around to the House of Lamentation, bearing baked goods or treats from the human world. One day he even brings by profiteroles from the Celestial Realm - courtesy of Luke and Simeon supposedly.
One thing that stands out to you is that Barbatos always comes alone. Diavolo is a very busy, very important demon, so you don't take his absences personally. But as you're enjoying those Celestial Realm pastries in the library, stretched across Levi's and Mammon's laps as they compete at cards while Lucifer supervises and does his paperwork on the other side of the room, you realize you haven't seen hide nor hair of the Devildom Prince since your return.
You're about to bring it up, to ask Lucifer about it, when the Avatar of Pride's DDD lights up with a message. He glances over it, and a cold glare comes across his face. Only you notice the hurt in that gaze as well.
"Who was that?" you ask. It's very rare a message will elicit a reaction like that from the eldest.
"Diavolo," Mammon mutters before Lucifer can respond, and wow, think of the devil.
His tone makes you pause. Sure, Mammon isn't necessarily as close to Diavolo as Lucifer is, but there's always been a level of fondness. What on earth could have happened to cause Mammon to spit out that name like it's a sour taste in his mouth?
"It's his fault," hisses Leviathan.
Right. Of course. That clears things up.
Not.
"What's his fault?" you ask, sitting up. You feel like this should be a sitting conversation. Not a cuddling one.
It doesn't stop Mammon and Levi from looping their arms around your waist and your shoulders, Mammon's sharp claws carding through your hair.
This is also something that has changed since your return. This physical affection, like they need to touch you. Like they're afraid if they let go, you'll be gone.
"He's the reason we couldn't jus' come and save you - he stopped us when we tried. Diavolo's order is why we waited so long - it's why you got hurt."
You wait for Lucifer to offer a customary word in Diavolo's defense, or maybe even a rebuke for the disrespect of their Prince. Surely Mammon's exaggerating, or at worst, blame-shifting.
But nothing comes.
Your thoughts wander that night, lying in bed sandwiched between Beel and Belphie.
It's his fault.
And isn't that the truth.
It's Diavolo's fault you spent so long in the grasp of those 'Exorcists'. It his fault they were able to track you down, to follow those Hell Flowers he left you. It's his fault you had to return to the human realm, and it's his fault you were even drawn into this world of monsters and demons and angels in the first place.
It's not fair to you to make you wait.
You were hurt and it's his fault. He doesn't care - he doesn't understand humans.
These thoughts, sounding like your demons, keep you awake long after you should be asleep. You can feel Belphie's influence trying to tug you under and a part of you wants to give in.
But you won't.
He should pay.
Slipping out of a demon's hold is not easy. Not even when they're 'asleep'.
"Let me go."
The feeling of something deep and ancient thrums in your throat at those words. You know the Order has taken hold when you feel not just their arms retreat, but also their comforting presence. Beelzebub and Belphegor don't seem to stir, but somehow, if you couldn't see them, you think they wouldn't be there in your bed at all.
Leaving the House also isn't easy. Not when Cerberus is there, wagging his tail and begging for a treat. You let a little more command in your voice slip through when you repeat your order to let you go. All at once, the house feels empty.
The walk to the Demon Prince's castle is short. No one tries to stop you on your journey, and you're left alone to your thoughts the entire way. Weaker demons watch you pass but don't make any moves to try to eat you. The anger, the pain, and the fear build and build as your thoughts spiral, but what pushes you forward is that feeling of betrayal.
You're not surprised to find the door to the castle open upon your approach. Up in one of the windows, you see Barbatos' distinctive demonic shape slip past.
The route to Diavolo's room is a familiar one. There was a time in which you would visit him weekly to share some Demonus and update him about your time spent here in Devildom. He was so attentive back then, wanting to make sure your stay was comfortable. You've shared secrets with one another, fears and insecurities.
Good to know that was all a lie.
This door, the one to the Prince's room, is closed. The handle isn't cursed - at least not for you - so you don't hesitate in turning it and letting yourself in.
Diavolo is sitting with his human form turned away from you in one of his comfortable sofas. He's reading something - a human world book by the looks of it, though you're too far away to try and work out which one.
"I thought I told you I didn't want anything else, Barbatos," he calls, not looking away from what he's reading.
"You've been avoiding me."
At the sound of your voice, the prince stiffens. The book falls from his hand to land with the cover facing up.
Huh. Machiavelli's The Prince. Appropriate.
You watch as the red of his hair becomes closer to the color of blood, his dark skin losing the color that makes him appear alive. You know a demon's physical form is nothing but a preference, so you also know that this shift into one covered in jewels and fur and chains is like donning armour. Finally, he turns to face you like this, carefully devoid of expression. Not even his customary smile is allowed to cross his lips.
He's guilty.
"MC. I wasn't expecting you - why didn't you knock?" he asks.
You snort in derision, and repeat yourself. "You've been avoiding me."
Diavolo at least has the decency to pretend to look contrite.
"You've needed time to recover. I figured the Avatars wouldn't want to release you any time soon, and I didn't want to be an annoyance."
Liar.
"Mammon said something interesting today," you say instead of letting your wrath control your tongue.
"Oh?" he says, though the tone is incongruous with his now slumping shoulders, his wings coming up like a shield.
You hum agreeably. "He said you stopped him from coming to save me when I was first taken."
Diavolo lets out a laugh, though it's weak. "I think you'll find that Lucifer was actually the one to stop Mammon and the others. I'm strong, but even I would struggle against six of the Avatars."
"You and I both know Lucifer is a tiger without teeth when you get involved. If he stopped Mammon, it's only because you ordered it."
There's a voice in the back of your head screaming at you that maybe this isn't safe, that you should back off or at least come back later with some protection. Like every other time you've heard this voice during your stint in Devildom, you squash it like a bug beneath your heel, continuing your mission here.
"Why, Diavolo? Why did you let them hurt me?"
And that's the crux of it all, isn't it? You thought you were friends, that nothing could touch this Prince of Hell. And yet he just let it all happen when it would've been so easy for him to stop it.
Diavolo sighs. He skirts around the sofa, coming to a stop about three feet away from you. You feel that distance physically. You feel it emotionally, too.
Well. It's his fault.
"I inherited a Realm," Diavolo explains in his Prince Voice, one you haven't heard in a long, long time, "I inherited its people and its problems. I have to make choices that benefit not just myself, but my people. My demons."
His tall figure becomes even larger, towering over you with horns and talons and wings. His fangs glint in the firelight and you have no doubt that in this moment he could swallow you whole. You've been afraid of Prince Diavolo before - but that was before he was Dia, your friend. The fear creeps through your veins like ice. Your demons could protect you from humans - but they can't protect you from him.
Diavolo snarls at you, words spewing from his forked tongue like venom. "Demons, however, are driven by their instincts, their whims, and their desires. It takes a literal miracle to be able to deny ourselves, to show some restraint. Our vices are our very beings."
He's right up in your face now, wings coming around the both of you until he's the only thing you can see. There's no light, nothing around you, and yet you see fire reflected in his gold eyes. You're drawn into that fire like a moth to a flame, and you lean in despite all your instincts screaming at you to run away.
"I can't be a demon. Not if I'm also to be a leader, a Prince. I have to resist temptation, to stop myself from giving in constantly. You have no idea how much I wanted to lash out - to save you myself. To let the Avatars loose in the human world and bring it a̸l̴l̷ ̸ ̶̢̈c̵̖͝r̷̻̆a̵̺͊ś̴̬h̸̩̀ĩ̷̦n̷͓̂g̸͙̐ ̶̟͂d̶̡͊ǒ̴͇w̶̱̄n̵̨̈́."
His hand reaches out, pure black with talons dripping with gold. You flinch, but he doesn't hesitate.
An icy cold finger, larger than a human hand, caresses your face with more gentleness than you thought possible. A talon so sharp it could cut not just flesh and bone but soul skims past your ear, your cheek, leaving your skin unmarked and unharmed.
You lean into it. It's the only thing you can feel in this pitch black darkness created by Diavolo. You've already been consumed.
"I hold back so much. But you-"
His voice breaks. Light comes flooding in and suddenly you're free. His hand on your face pulls away and you try insensibly, illogically, to follow it.
"You make me want to give in. To be selfish. To be a demon."
You breathe in shakily, air filling your lungs - you hadn't realized you were suffocating in him until this moment.
"I should hate you for it," he admits in the same tone he once admitted I'm scared no one cares about me so I try to make a better reality for them. So that at the very least they'll be thankful.
And you should hate him. It's Diavolo's fault - all of it.
It's not vitriol that escapes you. It's not words meant to cut or maim. You want it to be and yet...
"I forgive you, Diavolo."
In a way, this hurts him more.
Good. Make him pay.
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Before your ask I hadn't even considered this. Now you've gone and given me Dia Feelings™. Look at what you've done. Anyway I hope you enjoyed! 💛
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this fic is gonna be so good when i [checks notes] start writing it
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Lucifer pines for you to even gaze in his direction, and the realization makes him ill. He, the Avatar of Pride, right hand to the Prince, longing, yearning for a human to even turn their eyes upon him. It’s humiliating… however, the feeling when you do is worse.
When your stare settles upon him, his breath hitches in his throat, and he stills. Will you come closer? Keep your distance? Will your line of sight change as quickly as it graced him so. And when it softens, ever so slightly, a smile moving upon your features as a means of greeting, he can’t even stop himself from smiling back. Nor does he even really realise that he’s doing so, to distracted by the way warmth flooded his chest the moment your expression changed.
The warmth replaced with longing when your attention is no longer his and directed elsewhere, on occasion the stirring of jealously in his heart when it is presented to one of his brothers. Especially to ones such as Asmo or even Beel, who are so open in their affection for you, so casual in claiming your time as their own.
He is jealous, because he wants to be yours, but his pride clutches his throat and coils around him until his desire seems so out of reach. His pitiful attempts at satiating the longing by calling you his isn’t enough, the thin veil of lust shielding his true feelings from those silently prying eyes of yours. He’d pour out every secret if you pleaded with him enough, eyes akin to a puppy, how could he ever resist? Yet he can’t offer up to you a genuine confession.
Because as much as he yearns for you, he fears you all the same, rejection would ruin it all. For now he’ll pine for you in silence underneath the warmth of your stare.
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I'm hoping on this thing cus it's cute
Despite not being tagged
super cute Obey Me picnic date thread!*
what did you get?
*all the outfits are dresses/skirts!
tagging @jozhenji @primabelladonnas @amistytown @hisvillainess if y’all wanna play!
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You Called?
*** Man, I am just digging out of the stuff that has been collecting dust in my drafts and finally pulling it out for the light of day. This fic is inspired by @writing-prompt-s prompt: Your entire life you have failed at everything you do. Wanting to get some happiness in your life you decide to summon the devil and sell your soul. Except your even fail at this and summon the archangel Michael. 🥰 I think it speaks for itself, but I am very excited for this one so let's do this. -B***
Summary: While in the human world, Solomon made a bet with MC that they wouldn't be able to summon one of the brothers using ritual casting, MC is never one to back down from a challenge, only everything goes wrong when the archangel Michael appears instead.
Full disclosure: None of the spell casting or summoning stuff is accurate and I did a grand total of 0 research on it to have MC flub it up as much as possible.
"Can't make a simple summoning circle, he says," you mumbled to yourself under your breath as you drew a large circle on your living room floor with chalk. "How does Solomon know what I can and can't do?" You barely glanced over at the ancient tome laying beside you as you scribbled out sigils. "I'll show him. I'll summon a demon alright. Not just any demon either, I'll summon Lucifer while he's in the middle of one of his meetings, and then we'll see who the real wizard is."
You smirked smugly as you looked down at your hard work and dusted off your hands.
Laying on the floor before you was a large summoning circle, etched in white chalk, with four small bowls surrounding it filled with different substances you thought you had read would help with this kind of thing.
You looked back down at the tome in your hands and squinted at the text as you tilted the book. "Man, I hope I translated this right," you stared at the words for a moment before shrugging and slamming it shut. "Well, only one way to find out!"
You lit the candle in front of you and held out your hand. "Hear me denizens, I call upon thee to lend me your power and guide me, and, uh," you paused and glanced over at the book as you tried to remember the rest of the incantation. "Bring to me your first servant, he who is strongest in power!"
You shrieked as the room was suddenly engulfed with a blindingly white light and a loud ringing filled your ears. You stumbled back, tripping over your feet as you tried to get away from the source of your discomfort.
An even louder shriek came from you as, instead of toppling over and hitting the floor, you felt a warm, smooth hand wrap around your wrist.
You groaned as the light and ringing dimmed and tried to blink the dots out of your vision. Looking down on you with a kind, yet amused smile was a man you had never seen before.
He was tall, taller than even Lucifer and Diavolo and seemed to be toned and strong. He should have been terrifying, yet everything about the man seemed to radiate warmth and compassion; from his dazzling, pale green eyes, to his pure white hair that fell in waves down his back and contrasted beautifully against his dark complexion, the colour of smoky quartz.
A gentle laugh, reminiscent of church bells, rang from him as he pulled you back to your feet with the ease and care of a mother aiding her child.
You gaped at the ethereal being as he looked around, taking in his surroundings. You squeaked as his eyes met yours and he nearly blinded you once more with his smile.
"I must say, I haven't been summoned like this in eons. I'm quite impressed."
You gulped and nodded, still frozen with shock as your brain struggled to grasp the concept that you had summoned a supernatural being, just not the right one.
The being's smile widened at your expression as he tilted his head at you. "Well, you have me here, dear human. Would you care to tell me your name and why you summoned me?"
You chuckled awkwardly and scratched the back of your neck. "Y-Yeah, um, about that. Y-You see, I um, didn't actually mean to summon you."
His eyebrows perked as curiosity flickered across his expression. "Truly? Well, isn't that odd," his eyes honed in on you as he slowly glided around you. "As the Archangel in the Celestial Realm, I am not particularly easy to summon. It's usually a task that can only be done by those with a surplus of magical talent."
Your breath hitched as you realized exactly who was standing in the room with you: Michael. The Michael that's Luke's and Simeon's boss. The Michael who was the primary person behind the brothers' fall. The Michael that Lucifer still holds a rather large grudge against and instructed you to avoid at all costs. That Michael.
You felt your heart nearly seize in your chest.
"Nonetheless, the question still remains of exactly who you are and who you were..." You stiffened as his voice trailed off and you could practically feel his eyes drilling holes into your back. "Oh," he breathed softly.
Before you could react, a hand gripped your shoulder and whipped you around to face him. Michael crouched down to your height and cupped your face as he peered deeply and desperately into your eyes.
He gasped as he seemingly found what he was looking for and dropped his hands. "You're MC."
It wasn't a question, but a statement. The words were spoken with such conviction that you really had no other option but to nod your head in agreement.
He delicately brought a hand to his mouth as his expression morphed into a mixture of awe and pity. "You're the lost lamb that Luke has told me so much about. The one who made pacts with all of the Avatars of Sin, yet never used their power selfishly or maliciously."
Your heart pounded in your chest as you cautiously held the angel's stare. "Is...Is that a good thing?"
He melted at your words, his eyes softening as though you were a puppy that had just tripped over its own feet. "It is. It means that you aren't corrupt. That you still have a righteous moral compass and a good heart," he grinned at you as he rose back to his full height. "When I looked at your soul earlier, there wasn't a trace of darkness despite all the things you've had to do during your time in the Devildom. Your soul was shiny, clean and pure."
There was something about his words that weren't sitting right with you. You didn't think you were in danger, and yet you couldn't shake the feeling that you needed to get away as soon as possible.
You anxiously smiled up at Michael as you fiddled with your hands. "Th-Thanks. That's um, good to hear I guess. That means you aren't going to hurt me, right?"
The Archangel tensed at the accusation. "No! I would never. Even if a soul is corrupt, I prefer to use a strict, yet gentle approach to correct them, rather than a physical punishment. Why would you-" he stopped himself short, as his eyes widened. "By the Father's holy light, Lucifer," his eyes desperately scanned your being for injuries. "I knew that he was cruel and rough when it came to dealing out punishments to his brothers, but I didn't think he would dare to touch one of Lord Diavolo's exchange students."
You frantically waved your hands in front of you as you shook your head. "No, no, no! I misunderstood! I mean, there's that whole holy justice thing, s-so I didn't know what your deal would be!" You quickly explained.
Michael frowned. "So you're saying that Lucifer or his brothers have never harmed you?"
You opened and closed your mouth several times as you searched hopelessly for an excuse. "I-I-I mean I'm under their watch and I have this, um, this habit of sticking my nose where it doesn't belong or ending u-up in the wrong place in the wrong time, so," you winced as Michael raised an eyebrow at you, "no?"
Before you could say anything more, you were pulled into Michael's embrace as he held you protectively against his chest. "Oh, you poor dear," he whispered, his voice dripping with sympathy and tenderness. "Luke had mentioned one or two incidents in his letters, but I had hoped they were exaggerations due to his bias against demons. I am so sorry for you had to go through all of that."
You sat there, frozen stiff with your eyes wide open in shock. What exactly had Luke told this man? "O-Oh, um, it's okay really-"
"No," for the first time since you'd met him, Michael sounded upset. You tried to look up at him but were stopped as his arms tightened around you. "It's not okay, MC. If the incidents that Luke informed me about are true, then you have had your life threatened several times in the year you were supposed to be under the demons' care."
You weren't entirely sure what to think. Michael was being kind and had been nothing but open and gracious towards you since arriving, but there was something about his presence that set you on edge. Maybe it was the pacts or the brothers' influence over you being disturbed by his celestial presence, but whatever it was, you wanted it to stop.
You cautiously nodded in agreement. "Th-Thank you, um, Lord Michael s-sir," you stiffly pushed yourself back from him and patted his shoulder. "It's very kind of you to, um, validate my pain and it has been lovely meeting you. But as I said earlier, I w-wasn't exactly trying to summon you and don't really have any requests at the moment, so if you c-could just..." you made a small shooing motion and smiled as politely as you could at the man.
Michael tilted his head in confusion, his lips parting to speak before his breath hitched and his eyes widened. "You were trying to summon a demon," his hands found their way to your shoulders once more. "Even now that you're away from the Devildom, you're still summoning and depending on them," he groaned as he placed a hand on his forehead and began to pace. "This is worse than I thought. If you're relying on them and willingly putting yourself in their presence, it'd only be a matter of time before one of them managed to taint that poor soul of yours. Luke, would be devastated," he nodded in affirmation to himself as he turned back to face you. "There's only one thing we can do."
You blinked owlishly at the scene. "And, uh, what... what exactly would that be?"
He grinned confidently, "Bring you to the Celestial Realm, of course."
"WHAT?!" You cried out as you instinctively took a step back.
Michael chuckled at your reaction and shook his head. "Don't fret, dear human. It wouldn't be permanent. We'd merely bring you up there and cleanse you of any infernal influence that may be corrupting you, place a few wards on you and then return you to enjoy the rest of your peaceful mortal life."
Yeah, no. That didn't sound good.
You held your hands out and started putting as much distance between you and Michael as possible. "Woah, woah. I thought all you supernatural races were trying to get along and stuff. I mean, isn't that what the exchange program was all about?" you yelped, leaping to the other side of the summoning circle as Michael moved closer to you. "Can't we talk about this?!"
Michael only continued looking at you with that same pitiful expression. "Normally yes, but you're somewhat of a special case. You have close relations with several other angels and demons and have made quite the name for yourself. You're a person of interest, and as such, it is my duty as an archangel to ensure you are safe."
You frantically looked around you, looking for anything that could help you get away from the well-meaning angel.
Your eyes fell on the long-deserted tome kicked to the side of the room. Hope flooded your veins as the right words for the summoning incantation suddenly came to you. You may not know how to summon a demon ritually, but that didn't mean you couldn't summon one at all.
As quickly as you could, you drew upon the power of your pacts and shouted out. "Hear me, denizens of darkness, you who are born of shadow and you who give birth to it. Hear me and do as I command! I call upon you to send the first one of your number! I summon the Avatar of Pride, Lucifer!"
Michael's eyes widened as your pact mark began to glow. "MC, wait!"
But it was too late, as a loud crack rang through the air and with a flash of blue light, Lucifer stood beside you.
The demon was dressed in his RAD uniform, holding a file in one hand, while the other was gesturing mid-air to an invisible wall.
Lucifer blinked at his sudden change in surroundings as his eyes fell to you. His shoulders slumped as he let out an annoyed groan. "MC, seriously? I was in the middle of a presentation. What could have possibly been so important that-" he stopped as he caught sight of the other person in the room.
In an instant, Lucifer shoved you behind him and burst into his demon form, snarling at Michael. "What in Diavolo's name are you doing with my human?"
Michael calmly raised his hands. "Relax, Lucifer. They're the ones that summoned me here. I have no intention of harming them, in fact, I would like to help them."
Lucifer rose an eyebrow at the statement and glanced over at you and the summoning circle on the floor through the corner of his eyes. "You summoned the Archangel Michael into your house?"
Your forehead was lined with sweat as you offered him a guilty smile. "It was an accident? I was trying to summon you!"
Lucifer seemed to age another ten years at the admission. "You know how to use your pacts. You've been easily capable of summoning us for months now. What went so wrong that you managed to summon an angel while attempting to summon a demon?"
You shrank back, like a child being scolded by their parent, at the clear exasperation in Lucifer's tone. "W-Well, um, that's using my pacts, and Solomon said he didn't think I could summon anything using ritual casting so I wanted to give it a try, but he showed up instead and now he's trying to take me to the Celestial Realm and ward me against demons!" You shouted, attempting to defend yourself, as you gestured wildly to Michael.
All noise was sucked out of the room as Lucifer's eyes flared at your statement and he slowly turned to look at the angel once more. Michael held his glare without so much as a flinch, raising his chin proudly.
"I see," Lucifer growled as he lifted his arm out in front of you, pushing you even further behind him and out of Michael's view. "Rest assured, MC. None of that will be happening."
Michael opened up his arms as his pale eyes hardened. "Not so fast, Lucifer. I'm merely looking out for MC's best interests. Despite the treatment that you and your bothers have put them through, their soul is still as pure as a child's. It's a sign that they will belong to the Celestial Realm once their time comes."
"Then you can come for them and make that argument then, but as far as I can tell, MC is still very much alive and therefore allowed to make their own decisions," Lucifer bit out as his wings jerked in irritation.
Michael's smile twitched as he tilted his head at the demon. "According to what I've been told, if they continue spending time around you and your brothers, that time may come sooner rather than later."
"Hey!" You snapped, pushing against Lucifer's arm. "I told you that was a misunderstanding!"
"Settle down, MC," Lucifer instructed through his gritted teeth.
You huffed and continued struggling against him. "No! He doesn't get to insinuate that you guys would kill me!" You scowled at the archangel. "Look, they may have been rough when I first arrived, but those brothers are nothing but protective, supportive and kind to me! They've proven that they genuinely care and would do anything to keep me safe. I would choose them and the Devildom over you and your prissy golden-gates any day!"
Michael blinked at you as his brain tried to process the small angry human snarling at him of all people. He looked between you and Lucifer before sighing. "I can see this is a discussion that will need to be had another time," your nose scrunched up as his expression lightened once more upon seeing you settle down. "I look forward to seeing you again, MC," his mouth tightened as his gaze shifted over to Lucifer. "Take care of them, Lucifer. Have a nice day."
You winced as white light erupted through the room once more and Michael disappeared.
You and Lucifer stood in shared silence as you both stared at the single white feather that lay where the angel once stood.
You dared to look over at the surprisingly sombre Lucifer. You opened your mouth to speak, but no words seemed to fit the guilt or regret that you wished to relay.
A heavy hand pated on top of your head.
You looked up at Lucifer as he ruffled your hair with an uneasy, yet affectionate glint in his eyes. "Remind me to put you into ritual casting classes this coming term."
You relaxed into his touch as you nodded, smiling softly.
Lucifer sighed, the tension in his shoulders easing as he dropped his hand to your shoulder. "I know you're on break in the human world, but would it be too much to ask you not to cause inter-realm conflicts?"
He laughed as you pouted and pushed his hand off of you. "Solomon dared me! I didn't have a choice!"
"I see. The unbreakable binding influence of dares won over your resolve and self-preservation once again," he shook his head fondly. "Regardless, we should count ourselves lucky that Michael let the subject drop so easily this time, though I no doubt this won't be the last we hear of it."
You shivered at the thought. You didn't want to think about what problems this one little accident brought to your future. The idea of even potentially being forcibly separated from the brothers was too much to bear.
"Hey, Lucifer?" He rose an eyebrow in acknowledgement. "I know I'm supposed to be taking a break in the human world to get sunlight and enjoy being home for a bit, but uh," you blushed as you fiddled with your hands. "Do you think I could spend a couple nights at the House of Lamentation? I think I'd like to be around you and the others for a little bit."
Lucifer's expression smoothed over at your question as his chest swelled with pride. "Of course, MC," he took your hand into one of his own, as the other moved through the familiar somatic motions of the Devildom portal spell. "Let's go home."
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This one was a lot of fun to write. For those who are curious, every aspect of my version of Michael is built on the canonical statement that he is "the opposite of Lucifer in every way." I hope you enjoyed him and this fun little story. Thanks for all the love and support! -B***
UPDATE: Brother's reactions to finding out about all of this HERE
And Luke and Simeon's reactions HERE
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Poly!Mc Who Has Panic/Anxiety Attacks.
TW! Rant in Author's Note and also potential triggers in the writing.
I am having not good time and I'm kinda having one of these myself.
Y'know the worst thing about being abused and not talking about it is that when you react to it, people act like you're over reacting. Thank you little brother for telling me that not wanting to talk to my abusive ex's mom was rude, and that I was being over the top. And he was really just talking to my mom so "God Maddie this doesn't involve you"
If I ever felt worthless before the thought that interactions with my abusive ex's parent doesn't involve makes me feel even fucking worse. This is why I want to fucking move out.
Lucifer
Definitely makes sure to ask you about the tools you use to calm yourself down, then makes sure to have what he can on hand at all times.
(I've begun to imagine Lucifer with a little backpack full of your little things if you are also a person who takes multiple medications, has special equipment, dietary restrictions, ext. He's like a prepared mom with snacks in containers and those little squeezable applesauces)
He'll probably set up a specific system with you to tell how you're feeling. It could be as simple as green, yellow, and red, or something more complex to your own design.
Depending on your preference, he'll ask you how you're feeling throughout the day. Whenever he receives an undesired answer he'll make sure to take you somewhere quiet and help you figure things out.
First he'll start with basic questions to take your mind off things. He'll ask you about small details of the day, or even from the night before to really get your mind moving.
Following that, Lucifer makes sure to ask you what you want to do. If you'd like to go somewhere else, continue on your day, or go home.
From there it's pretty simple. He adjusts himself to what you need, and the two of you will only ever address the issue when he's certain you've rested and recovered.
Mammon
He's definitely only got one approach to this.
Whenever you're building up to an attack, or even in the midst, you'll almost always find yourself surrounded by the demon's arms.
^This is a great tactic for some, it isn't for others... it will take him a while to learn this. But, until then, you're usually wrapped up in Mammon's embrace as he rushes through any obstacles in your way.
He's just trying to get you to a safe space!
After he's actually found that space though, things calm down a lot. He makes sure to get your comforts close to you, erase stimulants, and put your mind at ease.
It's kinda like watching someone fumble a football throw, but catch it despite the clear mishandling.
Probably because you know he really is trying his best.
Leviathan
Levi is great at distractions.
He's quick to catch onto any form of mental panic too.
With those powers combined, he makes for a great buddy to ride out the waves of fear, frustration, and utter exhaustion to follow.
You'll always have a game, book, or show to keep focused on.
On top of that, there's lots of blankets for cuddling and wrapping around yourself.
(Also swimming is a benefit. You might not exactly feel it in the moment, but the emotional reset and potential joy that could follow from watching the reptilian demon wiggle through the water is incredibly tempting.)
He's not the best talker though, and if you do want to discuss your fears, he might stumble over his words a little too much for your comfort.
That's okay though. He has extra ramen hidden in his room.
Satan
Likes to get an idea for things that could potentially trigger your attacks before they happen.
He feels like that will prepare him more, but it really doesn't.
Sometimes reading books about the subject just isn't enough. Especially not when you're in the moment, witnessing the emotional toll it's taking on the person you love so much.
He has a hard time coping with the idea that he can't just fix things instantly. Sure, good things come to those who wait, but it's not like this is a potion slowly brewing. This is you.
Will take tips from Lucifer's book and carry around things to help calm you down.
That's the only credit he'll give Lucifer in all this.
Asmodeus
Definitely panics when he witnesses your first attack.
He doesn't really know what he's supposed to do. There's obviously an issue but it's clear that he can't see it.
Asmo tries to ask you in the moment what he can do, but that's counter-productive.
So, after his first experience he'll seek guidance from his older brothers.
Likes to buy you cute stress toys (eve if you don't use them)
He is trying to help but really he's kinda an airhead.
Beelzebub
Beel does a lot of talking.
He likes to make sure you're aware that you don't have to put your guard up for these moments. That you can let it all out, and he'll watch over you.
He describes the surroundings and makes sure to let you know what's happening in attempts to make the inevitable drop after your attack a little easier.
Beel is pretty good at noticing potential triggering topics during the day. Whether this is due to his height that allows him to look over everything, or his natural perceptive eye, you can't tell. Either way you're thankful.
Big arms make for great, secure hugs.
Probably likes to hand you over to Belphie afterwards, simply due to how tired you'll be. Belphie is always great for sleepy cuddling.
Belphegor
Doesn't really see your attacks often.
Between sleep, school, and his occasional spite-fueled adventure that drags him away from your side, he's not around as often as some of the others.
Well, at least not during the day.
He sees a lot of you at night, especially when you've just woken up in the midst of an attack, probably upset by something in your dreams.
Belphie is great as calming you down by assuring your dreams are, in fact, just dream.
He also always promises that the next one will be good, because he can't have his one love becoming any less sloth.
Very soft, very caring. He's also got a lot of blankets and pillows in case you need more security.
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cum laude
Season 1 AU. Snapshots from a year in which the human exchange student actually acts like one instead of playing demon family therapist.
Sorry in advance to Belphie stans Dedicated to all the goody two shoes MCs out there 🎓
For a human who’d just been kidnapped to hell and forced to spend a year reliving academia, you’re taking your newfound circumstances awfully well.
“Excuse me?” Lucifer’s eyebrows threaten to disappear into his hairline.
“Dorm rules,” you say again. “You know, curfews, silent hours, anywhere I’m not allowed to go, etcetera. I would have asked Mammon when he brought me over yesterday, but he doesn’t exactly seem like the type to behave.”
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