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the-travelling-witch · 1 year

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𝐊𝐈𝐒𝐒 𝐌𝐄 𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐄

summary: the types of kisses the demons like to give and receive

pairings: demon brothers :: barbatos x gn! reader

warnings: i totally never play favourites ever

obey me! masterlist || similar post: hold me close

𝐋𝐔𝐂𝐈𝐅𝐄𝐑

Lucifer takes great pride in being able to make your heart soar and head spin. And what better way to do that than stealing all air from you with a passionate kiss to the lips? But he also has his softer moments filled with only praise for you and he can’t stop himself from holding your jaw between his fingers and pressing a sweet peck to your forehead.

He is frankly a little awkward with receiving affection, being more used to facing either admiration, fear or annoyance. Yet, he cannot suppress the warmth spreading through his chest if you try to pull him away from work with a kiss to his temple and a hushed whisper to come to bed. Although Lucifer may not admit it, when you lean in to flutter a kiss to his closed eyelids it symbolises the ultimate trust to him.

𝐌𝐀𝐌𝐌𝐎𝐍

You already know, this snowy-haired tsundere will absolutely deny enjoying your affection. Pfft, you really think he needs some human’s love and care? (Yes, he does. And everyone knows it too.) Mammon would kill for a sliver of your tender affection, only to curl up on your lap and bask in your touch; he thrives with your attention on him and only him. Normally pretty chill and laid back, he’ll get really pissed if someone interrupts your one-on-one quality time.

Mammon, being the Avatar of Greed, obviously wants all of your kisses! Give him all your love and affection, human! There is, however, a comfort that comes with pressing a lingering kiss to the crown of your head while he has you wrapped up in his arms (and wings on occasion). Not only can he hide his glowing cheeks from you but he also feels like he’s protecting you and keeping you safe.

Your kisses? Again, he wants them all! Of course you want to kiss the Great Mammon, ya can’t seem to get enough of him, ain’t that right? Kiss the area peeking out from the collar of his shirt where his neck meets his collarbones, that’ll shut him right up. And lord help him if you ever kiss the marks on his chest when he’s in his demon form… Please pretend not to notice his reddened face or ears.

𝐋𝐄𝐕𝐈𝐀𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐍

Leviathan is… freaking out, to put it lightly. His heart and mind are racing!! Not only do you want to hang out with him, no you also like like him. Him!! Not one of his stupid brothers!! Is he back in the Celestial Realm? It takes a while for him to show affection at all and not immediately self-deprecate afterwards if you don’t initiate it. But after enough reassurance from you, he learns that you really are okay with having him touch you.

He’s still a shy baby though and something so bold as a kiss to your cheek or lips is way too high-level normie stuff (although he really wants to kiss you)!! The genius solution? Kissing the palm of your hand!! Whether you’re watching anime or you’re sitting in his lap watching him game, chances are Levi’s fiddling with your fingers anyway once his hands are free. (Jealous Levi is a different kind of monster though…)

If you ever kiss his cheek, Levi.exe will stop working; a kiss to the lips would take him straight out. Whether it’s just because you want to be cute or if it’s a little thank you or you’re excited he won a game, it doesn’t matter and you can basically see the blood rush to his face. If he’s ever in his demon form with you, consider giving some love to his non-human traits too; he’s very insecure about them and it’ll help him greatly.

𝐒𝐀𝐓𝐀𝐍

Satan is a true romantic at heart. Whether it’s all the romance novels he absorbed, if he’s just naturally like this or if he’s trying to cover his reputation as the Avatar of Wrath, he is a gentleman either way. And a gentleman kisses the beloved’s hand right? As cute as the basic is, Satan prefers pressing his lips to the inside of your wrist. It feels way more intimate and the trust you have in him, one of the most dangerous demons, to let him so close to a sensitive area of your body sends his mind reeling.

Your every kiss will bring a fond smile to his face, so he’s not picky. That being said, there’s a special place in his heart for the times you lean in to place a kiss to the tip of his nose. It’s playful and endearing and the spark in your eyes so close to his captivates his whole being.

𝐀𝐒𝐌𝐎𝐃𝐄𝐔𝐒

When it comes to affection, Asmo might as well be the Avatar of Greed. Give him all of your love, he deserves it! In turn, he will smother you in as much attention as you can take. It’s no secret that Asmo is as shameless as a demon can be when it comes to sneaking a kiss here and there, and he’s not picky about the place. Whether it’s all over your face, up your thighs and to your hips or a cheeky little kiss to the back of your hand, Asmo is the demon to fulfil whatever your heart desires.

If he were to pick his personal favourite though, it would be your spine. Not only is he delighted to see your bare back, he can also watch you shiver as the ghost of his fingers grazes your skin. For him, the space between his shoulder blades is very sensitive as it sits right where his wings sprout. So to see you expose such a vulnerable spot to him makes his heart beat faster and head spin if he thinks too long about it. You do funny things to him, you know that, darling?

Again, Asmo being Asmo, he welcomes all your kisses gladly, but not equally. Sure, connecting your lips is delightful and the way you sensually move to his neck makes him all giddy. Yet, in a very un-asmo-esque fashion, what excites him most are the most innocent of gestures. Case and point, the blush that settles on his perfect skin when you kiss the back of his hand. Do it after he finishes a manicure, when your hands are interlocked or just casually when you see him. This demon is all yours now.

𝐁𝐄𝐄𝐋𝐙𝐄𝐁𝐔𝐁

Beel loves you very much and he shows it pretty openly, no beating around the bush here. It might not be as refined as writing a poem or what the films always show but he shares his food with you, which is a dead giveaway about how serious he is. Consequently, he’s very concerned about your health and making sure you’re taking care of yourself. So if he presses soft kisses to your stomach when you cuddle after a meal, not only can he express his affection but he can also make sure you’re eating regularly.

Every time you kiss the corner of his lips, Beel’s absolutely stunned for a few seconds, eyes adorably wide as his brain catches up. Not only is he happy you are initiating affection but when you get so close he can pick up on your scent so effortlessly. Not to mention, the fact you didn’t quite meet his lips leaves him wanting more and there’s a high chance he pulls you back in for a real taste a second later. You know, suddenly he’s hungry again…

𝐁𝐄𝐋𝐏𝐇𝐄𝐆𝐎𝐑

Belphie might not be as over the top with his affections as some of his brothers but there’s no doubt to be had that he is absolutely smitten with you. To outsiders it might not be as obvious but to those who know him, it’s clear as day, really. The way he’s trying to hide his blush, subtly show off or try to stay awake for you really gives him away. Plus, he’ll put up with any of your nonsense and will also put in the effort to care about and for you.

On that note, finding you two together isn’t always as easy though because Belphie will steal you away for a nap at any given time of day. No matter how long you’ve been in the Devildom already, Belphie is still insistent that he has to make up for lost time.

Whether you’re just his favourite pillow or if you are wrapped up in his arms, he wants to be as close to you as possible for a good night’s (or day’s) sleep. Whatever the case, the youngest is a lot more likely to press a half-asleep kiss to whatever part of skin he can reach while curled up next to you. If he could choose one, it would have to be kissing your neck while holding you from behind. Not only does he get to hear your pulse, he can also get a rise out of his brothers if he accidentally happens to bite down just a little…

Good thing Belphie is lying down most of the time because whenever you kiss his forehead, his knees go weak. Your hand gently pushing his hair out of his face before your lips flutter against his skin in the softest of touches could send him straight back to dreamland with how much comfort it provides. It doesn’t even matter when you do it. Whether it’s to wake him up, give him a good night’s kiss or to display how proud you are and how much you love him, Belphie could never get enough of your kisses.

𝐁𝐀𝐑𝐁𝐀𝐓𝐎𝐒

Barbatos lives to serve and there’s nobody he likes to please more than you. Life can get tough, especially since you do so much for the people around you, so Barbatos would love nothing more than to be a place of comfort for you. Besides making tea for you and listening intently to what troubles you, Barbatos would also like to alleviate some of the physical strains. And what would be better suited for that than a massage provided by your partner?

As skilled fingers knead away the knots and stress of your everyday life, Barbatos will sneak in a few affections just for you. Whether it’s the small of your back, your shoulder blades or the back of your neck, expect them to be lavished in the gentlest attention as you melt into his touch. But your demon is always very keen on pressing soft kisses along the skin of your shoulders, from the moment he slips your clothes off for the massage to the moment he helps adjust them again. Also, if you ever find yourself in a situation where Barbatos has some free time to step away from his job for a while and just be himself, he’ll take every chance he gets to slip the collar of your top out of the way and indulge a little.

There’s no doubt that you are Barbatos’ favourite way to wind down. Just being with you recharges his energy fully and reminds him he’s more than just his job. That’s why it means so much to him when you carefully work off his gloves like he’s a delicate porcelain cup and place a lingering kiss to each pad of his fingers. The first time you do it, he’s very much taken by surprise but after recovering from his shock he’s already fond of the gesture. Even after he slips his gloves back on, he feels as if your touch still tingles underneath the material, the urge to feel your skin on his again burning bright under his composed façade.

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still-a-morosexual-help · 1 year

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Actually the concept of Nightbringer is so funny?

It's a fish out of water situation like with S1 (and many other otome games) except MC won't be the fish

They're the one who's going to know the most about the Devildom's history and culture and customs (even thousands of years in the past) while the brothers have just been dropped on their asses fresh outta the Celestial Realm where, at this point in time, demons are thought of as purely evil beings who can't even conceive the idea of peace

The brothers should, rightfully, be the ones floundering because their bodies, self, magic, entire world, world view and concept of just about anything has being flipped on its head while MC who was scarily adaptable to new situations in S1 itself has been living in & out of the Devildom for years now.

The brothers are going to be given new high positions within the Devildom while still holding disdain for demons and MC's gonna be their "demon attendant" who they'll obviously see as a lower class of demon from themselves - giving them two reasons to disregard MC - except MC would be scarily competent and just seeming to quietly know everything while also being weirdly mysterious.... do you see what I'm getting at? MC's gonna be giving off a S1 Barbatos-esque vibe to the brothers😭😭😭 (though obviously less stoic)

Mammon's gonna say or do something and MC's gonna say "oooh I know that look" and Mammon's gonna be like "????We literally just met???"

Or Belphie's gonna talk about how terrible humans are and how he wants to kill them all and MC's gonna be like "haha yeah wow they're the worst huh" while trying to pretend they're not a human who was more than willing to kill another human for daring to point a gun at Belphie

Or the brothers are gonna be settling down in their new home and MC's gonna be like "lol remember to put aside some money for Beel" and Lucifer's gonna be like "wha-" and Beel's already eaten half the sofa

Or MC's gonna forget and mention a new anime that was supposed to come out and Levi's gonna be like "what's anime?" and MC's gonna have to sit there in silence for a while to process

MC's gonna instantly know how to make Lucifer's shitty black-darker-than-his-actual-soul coffee and that might be the reason why present Lucifer likes his coffee like that

MC's gonna know the brothers more than they even know themselves and that's driving me insane

Also pretending to be a "demon attendant" as if Barbatos who can see through timelines & alternate universes and Diavolo who can tell when people are lying won't instantly know. And MC who knows them so well is going to know that they know. Just constantly "haha yes I'm the sins' demon attendant that you definitely appointed haha👁👁" and "haha yes you're the sins' demon attendant whom we definitely appointed haha👁👁"

Also what's Solomon's angle here?? Because he doesn't start seeing demons as friends until after he meets MC in the future. At this point they're beings he can trick & use to achieve his goals (one of which is getting closer to Lucifer & making a pact). So he's definitely not helping MC out of the goodness of his heart and this is probably another way to achieve that goal (specially if he finds out MC's already made pacts with all 7 sins).

Anyway, sounds like fun times for everyone! Oh and also trauma for the brothers ig

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midnight-vixn · 1 year

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You think any of the Obey Me bros are into exhibition? More specifically, do you think any of them like to freeball it around HoL so MC can see the outline of what they're working with? Or wearing shorts that are just a bit too short so they're practically flashing MC whenever they sit down. Or maybe they just got out if the shower after they invited MC over and whoops, the towel fell~

Fndndnnd I just can't get enough of thinking about the demon bros just casually showing themselves off to MC, trying to rile the human up so they can finally make a move.

I sure freakin do!!! These boys are such show offs, they wanna get in your pants so bad but they’re not sure how…might as well show you what’s in their pants!

Mammon had a habit of sleeping naked before you showed up and was occasionally caught wandering to the kitchen in the middle of the night because why tf would anyone else be up? Lucifer scares him in to changing that habit but barely, now he sleeps in satin boxers or black sweatpants with nothing underneath. Early one morning he ventured into the kitchen, shirtless and his sweatpants riding dangerously low on his hips, his white happy trail peaking out against his abs. He was still in a haze and not fully awake but he definitely caught you staring at his dick while he walked by, pretending to listen to one of his brothers talk but your eyes watching the way his dick moved against his thigh, noticing how you bit your lip just slightly. He’s also been known to be in his boxers when you come over in the evenings and good lord you can see it all when he manspreads, he of course pretends not to notice you glancing down occasionally to get a glimpse of his package. He twitches slightly and knows you saw because your whole body went stiff immediately after.

Beelzebub is so so oblivious to the death grip he has on you. Another one who will lounge around in a tank and sweats like it’s no big deal, all the while you can see the outline of his fat cock resting against his massive thigh. Wouldn’t be a problem if you could stare from a safe distance but Beel is a cuddle bug and likes to have his human close to him, so now you’re trapped next to him, one massive arm over your shoulders while you try to focus on the tv and not that fucking anaconda hiding in his sweats. You fail miserably but that’s fine he doesn’t notice anyway, just be careful how far your mind wanders though, Beel has an excellent sense of smell especially when it comes to your excitement.

Asmodeus is the queen of thirst traps so of course he takes any chance he can get to rile you up. Wearing cute short shorts that accentuate his ass and bulge, wearing beautiful lace thongs that show just above his shorts, sweatpants aren’t his style but if you stop by his room in the evening you’re bound to catch him wearing very sheer underwear that give you a full view of everything. He knows when he’s got you worked up thanks to his pact, that only spurs him on and makes him sink his fangs in deeper. If he catches you staring too long he’ll take charge and pull you into his room, whether you let him show you a good time or just let him tease you for a bit is entirely up to you, just make sure to compliment his lingerie~

Lucifer gave you a near heart attack the one time you walked in on him post shower. Hair still wet and hanging in his face, water droplets cascading down his chest and stomach, and towel hung low on his hips. You squeaked in fear and embarrassment, you knew better than to enter without knocking but you’re really glad you didn’t, maybe your sudden squeal is what startled him but nonetheless his towel quickly dropped to the floor giving you a full frontal view. You were left speechless with legs weak and shaking, now you knew why he was the pride of the celestial realm because good lord was he big. You tried to run or look away but your mind only flooded with the most unholy thoughts, Lucifer must of picked up on that because he very quickly had you pressed against the wall with his lips on your neck.

#obey me smut #obey me #obey me lucifer smut #obey me beelzebub smut #obey me mammon smut #obey me asmo smut #midnight thirsts

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books-and-catears · 4 months

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9 days of Solomon: Humanity

TW: Angst, death and slight self harm mention, Hurt/Comfort

"The Human Exchange students who have stolen many Devildom hearts" - the title of the magazine on Solomon's table. He stared lovingly, at the front page where you both posed for a picture, smiling at each other, your arms linked.

Your humanity - that was the one thing that he had sole knowledge of. He walked over to the window, watching you bid goodbye to the brothers who had come to visit Coccytus Hall.

He watches your tense shoulders relax, letting out a sigh of relief, the moment they were out of sight. The smile plastered on your face faltered as you walked into the house.

No more pretense. Now that it was only you and him again. He waited for you in the living room, opening his arms for you. You crashed into him without hesitation, breathing deeply.

"That must have been tiring?" He whispered, stroking your hair.

"Very much." You mumbled.

"Lets have an early dinner and head to bed."

"Solomon...can I sleep with you tonight again?"

"You know my answer will always be yes, MC."

It was going to be one of those nights again. You trembling and sobbing quietly, squeezing his hand with both of yours - after you thought he had fallen asleep.

He remembered the first time you did this, the sinking feeling in his chest, the searing rage in tightened fists, the devastation of seeing his bright and adorable apprentice in such pain.

You were definitely drunk from the human world cocktails you had downed in the bar. Else you would have never opened up.

"Solomon, I wish I could give you my pacts. I don't want them...I don't want anything to do with them... you're so lucky you got to live with the angels...Why couldn't Diavolo send me to Purgatory hall with you...I would have been so happy...I'm so tired of pretending it doesn't hurt..."

You were not happy at HOL with the brothers. That was the first truth bomb of many.

"I cannot stop having nightmares... I'm just a little human stuck among thousand year old celestials and demons...why am I here...I'm just a normal human... I'm *hic*...I'm so small...so insignificant...I just wanted a normal life...why am I here...why...can't I go back to normal..."

Solomon swallowed the growing lump in his throat. The way you smiled so brightly through everything, he forgot what an immense burden this would be for a normal human, how overwhelming all of this must have been for you.

"Noone here actually wants me... they're being nice to me for her...for Lilith...she's been gone for so long...and yet she is so loved...she's so lucky to be so loved...I wish..I really wish I could have that too..."

I do, MC. I love you. I love you for just you. He wanted to hold you tight and keep telling this to you. But he couldn't say it, not until you had let everything out.

"You know when I was dying...all I wanted to say a few goodbyes...I wanted to hug some people I loved...wanted to make some apologies...wanted to say a few thank yous... especially to you...But he didn't let me...he didn't let me...he made it so long and painful...why couldn't he have atleast made it quick...I wouldn't have fought to live if he just told me..."

Guilt pounded at his aching heart. He should have been there. He should have saved you.

"I'm so tired of the lies...Solomon, promise me if you run out of kindness for me one day...if you no longer want me around...please just tell me...I won't mind at all...I will do away with myself peacefully...I will cut off the pacts off my skin and give them to you if you'd like... please don't hurt me like he did...please, I just need one person to hold... without feeling afraid...please be on my side..."

Tears gathered at the corners of Solomon's eyes. When was the last time something has brought him to tears like this? He squeezed the hand you had placed in his.

You cried into his chest again tonight, silently this time. He already knew everything after all. But this time he held you tight, cooing reassurance in your ear, pressing urgent kisses on your head.

"You mean the world to me, MC. I will never hurt you. I don't need anything else...I just want you to be okay. I only want to protect you."

Your sobs were gentle now, softer, as you nuzzled deeper into his loving embrace. "Thank you...Thank you, Solomon."

"I love you, MC." The last thing he whispers just as you fall asleep, barely catching it.

You already knew more about him than anyone else. Noone quite fussed over his health and well-being as much as you. His immortality never made him less human to you. And for that he was eternally grateful.

Though the most of the humanity he vowed to protect didn't accept him - if it included you, he would happily die trying to protect it.

#obey me #obey me solomon #obey me angst #9daysofsolomon #obey me solomon x reader #this is hyper self indulgent #legit just needed to comfort myself more than anything else

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winter-sol · 11 months

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leviathan vs. leviathan?! (or an idiot's internal struggle)

word count: 2,4k

pairing: GN! reader / Leviathan

contents: ! nsfw minors DNI. pathetic and jealous levi, begging, praising. handjobs. a light crossover with what in hell is bad? featuring its Leviathan as a fictional character.

Leviathan, as the pathetic demon he is, gets terribly jealous over WHB!Leviathan while you play that game. You are willing to reassure him he's the only one for you.

also at ao3 here 🖤

There was a limit to how long he could endure watching you so engrossed in that damn game. The game with the fictional -and inferior- versions of themselves, the Seven Rulers of Hell. How could you be so interested in that when he is right there?!

He could guess that, in some way, it’s a compliment, considering it would mean your attraction to him transcends the limits of reality and made you want to install the game and meet that Leviathan.

…That Leviathan.

Blond, light-colored eyes, a sensual and mysterious gaze that leaves on their knees anyone who has the bliss to look at his graceful and erotic figure, wearing a tight and elegant black suit. He looks nothing like the disgusting and socially awkward otaku he is, the real one.

“Mmm… So, if I level this up I can get that skill… I see.”

While he observes you from the floor cushion, he thinks immediately you’re only pretending to be interested in the gameplay instead of the demons, his insecurity and envy overflowing and shamelessly escaping his control. He should pretend as well, pretend he’s fine with it. But in that moment, he simply doesn’t care.

“Ahhh, there it is! Hey, Levi, you wanna take a look?” You ask innocently, thinking that he also feels curiosity at it when in his insides he only wishes that shithole of a game never existed in the first place. Fuck them. Fuck that… sexy imposter, he bets he could never summon Lotan and destroy the entire Hell or Celestial or Human Realm.

“Nope, pass.” He says in an indifferent voice as he pretends to focus his attention in an allegedly more engaging game in his console. His pout still goes unnoticed by you, so you insist.

“You gotta be kidding, you really don’t wanna meet your alter ego? He even has completely voiced lines! His voice actor apparently has experience doing these kinds of things, hehe.” You say as you stare at your phone’s screen, with your arms propped on the edge of the bathtub, poking out slightly, while you await your demon’s answer.

“Nope, not interested. I’m grinding so leave me alone.”

His curt tone now actually grabs your attention back to him, and there’s no way you can ignore his expression. He’s literally huddled up in a ball, sulking and avoiding at all costs looking at your direction. You find it hard to contain your laughter in that moment, but making fun of him may not be the best decision. This is the Avatar of Envy.

Smiling to yourself, you get out of his bathtub and move closer to him, laying down behind him and draping your arm around his waist, pulling him into a hug. Without expecting the sudden physical contact, he makes a little jump at your action. “H-Hey! What are you doing?! Get out and stay over there with your little game, since he clearly is a better Leviathan than me, right?”

He must be joking… Is he really that obvious? Now you can’t hold back the laugh, but you do the effort to make it look like a silly, flirty giggle.

“Levi~ What are you saying? No matter what, I only want you,” you tell him in a sweet voice while you nuzzle your cheek against his shoulder, his back still turned on you.

“Don’t lie. Deep down, you’d like me to be like that, don’t you?” A tinge of sarcasm is found at the end of that sentence, jealousy fueling his words as he keeps going. “He’s sexier, his voice is more attractive and deeper, and he looks absolutely dreamy. Aaand he totally must have a better body, obviously, ‘cuz he was created for that. Oh, and he doesn’t have this horrible tail I grow in my demon form. Does he even have demon traits or is he just a pretty boy with horns? Hmph.” He scoffs and continues, “And I bet he wouldn’t info dump you or make you all bored with my stupid animes all the time. And he doesn’t have a 2D waifu or husbando since that’s totally disgusting and unattractive, right? Also-.” You can’t help interrupting.

“What the fuck, Levi” You feel like cringing at his rant a little bit but now you’re entertained. “Have you really been staring at him that much? Wow, I mean, I thought you didn’t care about him at all.” You finish that sentence with another giggle, knowing you could be entering more dangerous territory with the teasing, but deciding to test your luck and see how he takes it.

“N-No!! Don’t be ridiculous! Aghh, you normie,” he says grumbling. Mmm… You figure you’ll have to convince him otherwise before he sinks in his bad mood even further.

You reach your hand to his chest, caressing lightly above the fabric of his hoodie, and you get your lips close to his ear. “You seriously believe those pixels are better than you? When you’re this amazing, Leviachan~” You purr his name while you press your fingers over his thick muscles, wanting to emphasize his body’s appeal. “No one makes me feel like you. No one ever will. You’re the only one for me.” You finish with a kiss directly on his neck, sensing how he shivers at the gesture.

“H-Hey! You’re trying to make fun of me?”, he says with a confrontational voice, but you know it won’t last long if you play your cards well.

“No, love. I mean it. You want me to prove it to you?”

You embrace him from the back with both of your arms, sneaking your hands below his clothes. You rub your palms over the hot skin of his torso, fondling him without any subtlety in your intentions, desire starting to flow through you while you cover him with pecks on his nape, his neck, and his shoulder.

“Ngh!” Leviathan responds immediately at your ministrations, air escaping through heavy, ragged breaths while you delight with his reactions. His sensitivity is adorable.

One of your hands travels to his v line, sensing the hard muscle there in direction to his crotch. Expectant, you follow the trail and slide your hand under the hem of his sweatpants that are already flaunting his quickly growing hardness through the fabric. An exciting sight, indeed, that you only want to put your hands onto. And as much as he tries to play difficult to get, he’s easy when you know what to say, where to touch, how to fire his own want too.

You decide to continue with the sweet nothings. “How am I supposed to look elsewhere, hmm? Please tell me because I couldn’t if I tried.” Your hand palms his length through his underwear as he gasps, trying to fight his urges and wanting to prove you wrong even though it’s almost impossible for him now, not when he can feel your touch so vividly, so irresistible.

“A-Ah…” A moan comes out finally as you reach under the fabric and fully grab his erection, your own composure faltering at the sensation of his scorching skin of his long, thick cock.

“Levi.” You say in a low voice while you circle your hand around it, gripping it greedily and dragging it down in a slow, tormenting movement. Your voice is almost a whisper, deviously teasing him “I bet you’re bigger than him”. He shivers at the touch, gasping as your grip goes down, then up, torturing him in a delicious, slow pace. You always enjoy taking your time when it comes to feeling all of him, as much as you can. No one else can have the honor of touching the Third Ruler of Hell like this.

As if awakening something feral in him, a growl comes out while you keep working him with your hand, desire pooling in you as you feel his frame stiff. Before you can continue, he grabs your wrist and turns his head to your direction.

“Prove it”, his voice is hoarse while he looks at you from above with serious, lust-filled gaze that fails at hiding his true desperation. The sunset in his eyes almost nonexistent as black engulf his aching stare. “Show me I’m the only one you need.” You notice him gulping, and conveying his own longing, he gives up his dignity in a low, weak voice “...Please.”

You smile viciously at the display, grabbing firmly the base of his cock and pulling a grunt out of him.

“Of course, love. You’re the only demon for me, Leviathan.”

You kiss under his jaw, licking that sensitive spot for him while you start a quicker pace. A sweet groan echoes through the spacious room, and his body tenses as your grip twists, giving a circular motion that only makes him fall deeper into delirium, a touch so delicious he melts into it, resting his body against yours while his legs spread giving you more access to anywhere you want.

“That’s it, sweetheart, you like this, don’t you?” Your sultry voice makes him shudder, completely surrendering himself to you. In this moment, he couldn’t care less about the other Leviathan, fuck him, he doesn’t even exist but he does, he does and he’s right here for you to take as you please.

“MC…! Yes, yes, I like it, please,” he cries out, feeling his toes curling at the buzzing ecstasy that fills him violently, your other hand rubbing his nipples under the hoodie, pinching one and gently fondling it after, turning him into a bigger, hungry mess.

He suddenly wonders if you’re even comfortable, his weight resting more on you as he squirms, but any thought dies when your thumb rubs the slit of his dick, eyes watering at the pleasure that defies his own self-control. “Fuck, MC, ahh!!” he whines while precum comes out, making your movements smoother as the strokes only grow harder and faster.

You are delighted by his sounds, possessiveness and power clouding your mind with the desire of him to beg you more, to beg for you to own him and show him he’s the only one. He still gets like that, insecure and jealous over the most stupid things, but you’re ok with it. You’ll reassure him as much as he needs. If that’s the kind of partner he needs, you’ll gladly be that.

“C’mon, baby, tell me, what do you want from me?” You sound playful and delirious yourself, marking your words nibbling his neck again afterwards, starting to abuse the red skin in there. He cries at the bite, closing his moist eyes and his hips moving with increasing frenzy.

“MC… Please, keep saying it… Say you love, say you need me, ah! As much as I need you… please…”

There it is. More begging. It sends electricity through your own body, and you let him fuck your hand as he cries out. You’re as desperate for him as he is for you, and you can only obey him.

“I love you, Levi.” A hungry adoration can be heard in your words, your whisper loud enough for his ears only. You bite his shoulder while he erratically rocks his hips into your hand, searching his own selfish pleasure and bringing himself at the edge of his release. “Come for me, love. You’re mine, mine, mine… I need you, only you.”

Those final words are too much for him, a loud moan resonating as he spills his orgasm on your hand, flows of cum leaking and making the last drags thicker and strained, as he finally collapses. His mind is still on the clouds, vision white as he slowly starts regaining his consciousness. His body starts relaxing, still in your tight embrace, and his breathing is gradually becoming steady once again.

You kiss his jaw, his lobe, and his cheek while you wait for him to recover his senses, soft pecks tenderly awakening him from his intense climax.

“…MC… You’re amazing… hehe.” The light chuckle that decorates his voice at the end makes you smile at his sincerity.

“You are amazing. Now give me a kiss, love.”

He shifts and gets on his side, finally facing you properly. He complies and kisses you gently, a wave of affection and unreleased want filling you as his soft, moist lips presses against yours. You smile into it, letting it grow more passionate in an intimate moment of calm and blissfully quietness. The movements of your mouths are languid, lazy, as you enjoy tasting each other.

After a while, you both part and regain your breathing. The tension between your legs is starting to rise as your own hunger remains unattended. You decided to tease him some more in order to get what you want from him.

“Levi… I need you…” You lock your eyes on his, eager arousal filling your thoughts of getting to claim him one more time.

He widens his eyes as he gets the meaning of your words, smiling and pecking your lips once again. “Yeah… Let me do it for you.”

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As you two hide under the cozy blanket, he admires the way the voice actor seems to be giving his all in the porn scene of the game happening in that instant. “Wow… this is hot, I give them that.”

You enjoy how he’s finally open to try the game and share this… unique situation with you. You chuckle, “I told you, you wouldn’t hate it. Besides, take it as a compliment, you’re so cool you inspired this little guy to exist!” You scratch the imposter demon through the screen, red lines appearing on his skin as the sound of a breathy moan comes out. “Look, he’s into pain like you sometimes.”

He gives an exaggerated noise as a complain. “H-Hey! That’s… Wait, how would they even know?! It’s just a coincidence… Right?” You laugh at how he ends up admitting it.

“Yeah, but an incredible one.” You say as blond Leviathan whines while you keep stimulating him. You try to give your Levi the phone. “Here, do something to him too.”

He looks at it for a moment, contemplating his options. “Mmm, I don’t know. Wouldn’t that count as some type of masturbation?”

You burst out laughing at that.

“Hahahaha! Holy shit. Maybe? I don’t know, you aren’t him, so...”

“Yeah, I don’t know, it’s kinda weird? Doing these things to this 2D version of myself?”

“…You’re really saying that as if you haven’t jacked off to multiple hentai games before. The audacity of this pervert.”

He looks at you with a horrified expression. “Shut up!! That’s totally different! It has nothing to do with myself! It’s with other characters.”

He really has no shame anymore.

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dotster001 · 5 months

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Blessed

Summary: Diavolo x gn!reader. You bring the angels with you to break the news of your upcoming marriage to your super religious parents.

CW: technically parents are religious, but I don't dig too deeply into it. Just the part where they wouldn't like you marrying the prince of hell.

A/N: This came into being because I was thinking about how I'd break the news to my parents if I was marrying Dia. I realized I'd probably have to lie my ass off.

You had calmly explained to Dia that it would be far easier to just… pretend that you weren't together. Your family was already on edge from the random bursts of time you disappeared. But the last thing your super religious parents would want to hear was that part of the reason was that you were the future king of hell’s fiance.

But no. Dia wanted to do the human tradition of “meeting the parents.” And whatever Dia wanted, Dia got, through whining, charm, and sheer stubbornness. What for him was a quirky little human tradition, for you was an incredibly stressful event.

To be fair to your parents, if the roles were reversed, and your child disappeared for months at a time and came back with a fiance, you'd be concerned. So you put some “protections” in place. You hoped it wouldn't come to it, but Simeon and Luke were going to be there. Just in case.

It wasn't going well. You, Diavolo, Simeon, and Luke, all sat awkwardly on the sofa while your parents gave you a stern glare.

“Getting married? Where did you two meet?”

You'd told Dia what he could and couldn't say. You knew he couldn't lie, so you told him to keep his mouth shut. If his lineage came up…oh God. You didn't want to think about it.

“Is he the reason you keep disappearing?”

“Y/N, if you're in trouble,” one of them gently grabbed your hands, staring in your eyes, “you can tell us. We'll get you out of it.”

“And who's the kid?”

“I'm Luke! I'm a friend of Y/N’s!” He said happily, excited to be noticed.

“Well, it's all rather suspect,” one of them said, leveling another glare at Dia, who was simply smiling happily. “I can't support this marriage.”

“I assure you, I will take excellent care of Y/N,” he said happily.

“Again, rather suspect.”

“I have quite a bit of money. Y/N will want for nothing for the rest of their life!”

“And yet their family doesn't seem to be invited to the wedding.”

“Simeon,” you whined to the angel, who sighed and nodded to Luke.

“Please, we know you have reason to be alarmed. But we have been given a message,” Simeon said, Luke nodding along. The two of them stood up, and the room was filled with a blinding light. What your eyes could see and understand, were what you'd been told biblical angels might look like. Yet even that description was off. You just couldn't comprehend the forms in front of you.

“Be not afraid,” Luke ‘spoke’, though more accurately, he sang in a chorus of angelic tones.

“Our Father has sent us with a message. This union has been arranged and blessed by the heavenly Father himself,” Simeon spoke.

Not exactly false. When word had got out that you, an all powerful, dangerous, product of three realms, were dating the Lord of Hell, they'd all but demanded marriage. Perhaps it was a diplomatic move, maybe it was a way to keep you in check, but the Celestial Realm had pushed far harder than the demon lords who'd opposed a marriage.

This was your last ditch effort. If literal angels couldn't convince your parents, Dia had been instructed to get all of you out of there, then order Barbatos to take you all slightly back in time before you had told your parents.

“We promise to guard and guide your child, as our Father has instructed us to care for them,” Luke said.

If your parents dug into this, asking the whys and hows, you'd be fucked. But the awestruck look on their faces told you they were buying it. They seemed to be crying with joy.

Simeon smiled warmly, then him and Luke returned to their regular forms, meaning you could actually look at them. Luke seemed smug, and Simeon seemed relieved.

Your parents tune seemed to have changed completely, now saying only good things about the marriage, eagerly asking if there was any way they could be a part of it, asking Dia all about himself, certain he had to be a good person to have been literally chosen by God for their child.

You sighed in relief as the angels took most of the questions. Dia smiled brightly next to you.

“That went so well! Perhaps I can show them my true form!” You dug your nails into his hand as you and the angels now lied your asses off about what that meant. All while Dia smugly laughed.

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Tag list- @eccedentesiast-sapphic @your-next-daydream

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mageofseven · 1 year

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Demon brothers and side characters react to Luke who has puppy crush on MC

Aww this is so cute~

However, I want to let you know that I will not be including any newer characters. I never finished the first game because I lost the login info a long while ago so I never got to read when characters like Raph and Thirteen(?) were added.

So just to clarify, I will only ever write for the Brothers and Former Undatables until such a time comes where the newer characters are in NB and I can get familiar with them.

But anyway! On with the post~

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Lucifer:

Is more or less unbothered by it.

I mean, little kids get crushes; it happens.

He's seen his brothers go through the same as kids in the celestial realm

So he expects no different from Luke.

His opinion remains the same even if Lucifer is dating MC.

He's a bit annoyed if Luke's puppy crush causes the boy to become a bit possessive of MC though.

Mammon:

Tries to pretend it doesn't bother him

But it does.

I mean, that kid is always hanging off of MC and following them around.

When can the Great Mammon just have time with his human and only his human?

If Mammon and MC are dating, you can bet he will be childish enough to fight the young angel for MC's time.

Not like real fighting, but definitely compete with the child.

Maybe even make a bet on who can convince MC to spend the most time with them in a week

Just to end up owing Luke a hefty amount of grimm.

Leviathan:

Is just plain bummed.

Not about Lukey crushing on MC, but because of him taking up so much of their time.

Even if he's dating MC, he won't get competitive with the kid for MC's time.

Boy just sulks.

Luckily, MC notices his sulking and makes an effort to even out their time between Luke and Levi, to the child's disappointment.

Basically, he dislikes Lukey having a crush on MC because it means he gets less time with MC.

Satan:

Like Lucifer, the fourth brother really isn't bothered by it.

At first.

After Luke starts making a habit of dragging MC away while they were spending time together, the wrath demon begins to lose his patience with the angel.

May or may not have threaten the little angel to stop this

Resulting in Luke crying to Simeon, Simeon going to Lucifer, and Satan getting stuck in Lucifer's study while being lectured by the two older men.

Him threatening Luke is more likely if he's dating MC, but even if Satan isn't dating MC, there's still a chance .

It's not the best response to a little boy having his first crush, but hey, this is the Avatar of Wrath we're talking about.

He could have done much worse.

Asmodeus:

Oh Asmo thinks its just so adorable.

I mean, Lukey baby has a crush!

Regardless of whether Asmo is dating MC or not, he won't be upset that they're who Luke likes.

Because of course that sweet angel has a crush on his Dolly! Who wouldn't?

Acts the same as always

Though might be a teensy bit more jealous than he shows if Luke is spending more time with MC than he is.

But its fine! He just joins the two with whatever they are doing.

It bugs Lukey, but MC is happy spending time with them both so it's all good.

Beelzebub:

Honestly took a bit for this man to even realize Luke was crushing on MC.

More likely than not, he finds it out from hearing his other brothers complain about it.

Finds it cute, but doesn't gush about it like Asmo.

Misses spending time with MC as much as he used, but understands why Lukey wants to spend more time with them now.

Sometimes, he will hang out with both of them, but he doesn't force it like Asmo does.

Overall just kinda accepts thats this is how things are for now

And honestly enjoys seeing how happy spending time with MC makes Luke and seeing him practically hang from their arm with a big smile.

The little angel is happy and MC enjoys spending time with him.

That's all that matters to this big guy.

Unlike with the other brothers, Beel's feelings on the situation don't change if he's dating MC.

If his Muffin is happy then he's happy. Simple.

Belphegor:

Okay listen here, you little chihuahua--

Belphie is not a fan of Luke's newfound crush on MC

Especially since he feels the need to wake him and MC up to see if MC will bake with him.

He's done this more than once and this sleepy grump hates it.

If he's dating MC, Belphie hates it even more.

Like ya, ya , puppy crush, right.

How about choosing a different person to crush on?

Unlike Satan, Belphie doesn't threaten the angel; he's just pretty dismissive of him.

"Can MC--" No.

Him and MC get into some arguments about it.

Overall, Belphie's just a big grump about it.

Diavolo:

Like Asmo, finds Luke's crush on MC to be cute.

All kids develop a crush at some point

And with how good MC is with him, it was almost inevitable.

The human is always up for baking with him and listening to him when he learns something new or finds something that her likes.

Not to mention that MC just has a knack of making people feel special, regardless of whether they are an angel, demon, or human.

Overall, not bothered by it in the slightest.

Even if Dia and MC were dating, he still wouldn't mind how often the little boy is dragging them by the hand and filling up their time.

Dia himself is always busy with work so if anything, this man is grateful that the sweet angel is spending so much time with his Queen while he himself can't.

Overall, Dia finds Luke crush on MC to be cute and hopes the two have fun while he works.

Barbatos:

Was quick to notice Luke's little crush.

With that realization came a smile, but otherwise, the butler gave it very little thought.

Afterall, that is Luke's business and not his.

If Barb and MC are dating then the answer is similar to Dia's.

This busy man is just glad his Love is enjoying their time Luke.

Solomon:

Oh this man could tell. Luke wasn't exactly discreet with his crush.

I mean, no child is really discreet when they are crushing on someone.

Plus, he noticed how frequent Luke would join him and MC when they hung out.

Ah childhood.

It's been so long that this wizard couldn't remember much of his own childhood, but he enjoyed watching Luke experience his.

Will lightly tease Luke about it every now and then, but overall is just glad that his little angel friend is happy.

Solomon's view doesn't change, regardless of whether he and MC are dating.

It's just an innocent crush after all.

Simeon:

This man figured it out on his own

But it still meant a lot to him when Luke told him.

Luke told him that he wishes he could marry MC when he's older, but was sad that MC probably won't live long enough to see him him become a grown up.

Simeon comforted the child and told him that was all the more reason to treasure his friendship with the human now.

If Simeon is dating MC, he'll feel a bit awkward about the smaller angel's crush.

I mean, his relationship with MC is a secret after all.

Honestly, he's just worried that if the little boy found out that he'd feel betrayed that his guardian was dating his crush without telling him

But Simeon had to keep it a secret. From everyone. It was the only way to keep MC safe and without drawing the eyes of the Celestial realm upon them.

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yanderemommabean · 7 months

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Hey, Mamma, I was wondering if you could do a yandere simeon x reader Where he becomes immensely jealous of how close MC is with the 7 brothers. Anyways have a lovely day.

Being an angel isn’t as easy as the others make it seem. Following the rules as strictly as one can, makes it rather stressful, as once you’re out of line, you’re easily cast aside and away with the rest of the fallen. He doesn’t have hatred towards the brothers, really he doesn't, he still misses them dearly as does Michael. But goodness, does he get jealous. Can you blame him? For god's sake these brutish demons down here get so close to hurting you and the brothers swoop in and save the day and warm your heart. You shouldn’t be that close to danger anyway! If you were with him, in his arms, far away from this wretched place, you’d be safe and sound, spoiled and happy. He’d count your eyelashes while you sleep, count every scar and mole with a smile, bask in that soft skin under his finger tips, make you fall apart and put you back together with his-

Oh. Pardon his lustful thoughts! You’re just too tempting you know? He’s so envious of the demons who get to think such things and not be reprimanded for stating them outloud. It must be so nice to be openly sinful, and be rewarded for it. He wants to whisper the filthiest things in your ear while you’re helpless beneath him, begging for more, or even so weak and shaking you beg him to stop, but he knows he can work a few more blissful moments from you. He wants those lips to speak only to him, murmur only his name, call out for his help and his aid, but sadly…You were summoned here before he was.

He was too late to save you from the demon brother's nasty,hungry, insatiable grip. And if he wants to keep his status, he has to let them continue being the slobbering dogs that they are. He loves them, he does, but he also knows what they turn into when you come around.

Oh wouldn’t it be a shame if he pretended to be bad with technology and accidentally sent a virus to break their phones so they couldn’t notify you of anything? Wouldn't it be just awful luck if he needed them to babysit Luke after a “fight” so you’d come and ask what happened, spending more time with him and distracting the sinful fallen angels? He can make many many plans. If he plays this right he can be believed, never be caught, just fully gaining more and more of your time while playing dumb. Maybe he can even convince you to leave this place and join him in the celestial realm instead, but, time will tell.

If not? Maybe he can steal you. If that gets him kicked out? Well, it's a good thing he knows a few rather docile hiding spots in the darkness of the devildom. It's just a pity those pacts seem to be so strong. Maybe he can find a way to rid them? Then what ties would you even have to want to stay? The human realm seems just as plausible for him to hide you away in as well, surely he can think of something.

-Mommabean (Hope you liked it beans! )

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yandere-daydreams · 8 months

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Title: Protection.

Written for the very, very lovely @letstalktea.

Pairing: Simeon x Yandere!Reader (Obey Me).

Word Count: 6.0k.

TW: Unhealthy Relationships, Manipulation, Reader Puts Themself In Dangerous Situations But Has No Intention To Actually Die, Unbalanced Power Dynamics, Implied Masturbation, and Stalking.

The day Simeon was assigned to you was also the first day he saved your life.

It was mostly an ornamental title, that of a guardian angel. Humans, by and large, lived terribly mundane and predictable lives, with little conflict and outcomes that couldn’t be helped by the gentle tug to the strings of fate angels were allowed to provide from the comfort of the Celestial Realm. Simeon had looked after hundreds of charges in the past, had seen countless mortal lives start and end, and even he could count the number of times he’d been forced or able to intervene on a single hand. Normally, an angel of his rank wouldn’t be given such a hollow assignment at all, but you were a special case – your previous guardian injured in a rare skirmish with a hostile demon and anyone else who might’ve taken on her responsibilities during her recovery already looking after one or more human charges. If he arranged it, your safety could have easily been handed off to another low-ranking angel with an apology and a promise that they’d be relieved soon, but what kind of leader would that make Simeon? Certainly not the type he cared to be.

No, you were the only mortal being in any of the three realms to ever have an archangel at their disposal. If you had any way of knowing who was looking after you, you surely would’ve counted yourself lucky.

Outings like this were also rather unorthodox, even more so for someone of his rank. It really wasn’t necessary, he had ways of monitoring you from the comfort of the Celestial Realm, but he liked to handle such intimate matters personally, and he wasn’t going to turn down an excuse to step out of his office for the better part of a morning. With a crepe from the stand you’d passed a few minutes ago in one hand and the other fussing with the collar of a coat meant to block out a chill he could only pretend to feel, Simeon trailed a few hundred feet after you, keeping your brightly colored scarf in the corner of his eye as he let himself get lost in the flow of the crowd. When you came to a busy intersection, he stopped as well, stepping under the patio of a small coffee shop and checking his watch. He’d already reviewed your schedule, already knew that your office was just another block away. You’d stay in the building until this afternoon, then stop at a local bar for a few drinks with a friend. The rest of your night would be spent in your apartment, some decade-old drama playing in the background as you worked on one of your constantly rotating hobbies. A simple life, but one you seemed to find satisfying enough. One that kept you out of trouble, meaning that there’d be less trouble for him, too.

He allowed himself a small smile. Just as his lips quirked upward, the crowd behind you shifted, knocking those closest to the curb forward and throwing you off-balance. He could see you start to tilt, make out your eyes widening as you turned to face the oncoming traffic you’d be stumbling into, but Simeon only hummed, raising a hand and curling two fingers into his palm. As if on the other end of a line, you jerked back, falling onto the sidewalk rather than the road and saving you both a great deal of worry. It would’ve been a meaningless death, a total accident with minimal impact on all those involved. In cases like this, so purposelessly tragic, the greater forces of fate and destiny seemed willing to turn a blind eye.

You didn’t move immediately, remaining on the ground even after the pedestrian single buzzed and the crowd surrounding you began to move, but your shock didn’t surprise him – most mortals had keener senses than creatures who worked with the supernatural cared to acknowledge. Rather, what caught him off-guard was the second you took to glance over your shoulder, your eyes meeting his for the briefest of moments before a woman passing by offered you a hand and knocked you out of your temporary trance. He was nearly too stunned to move until you were out of his sight, but his shock dissipated with a breath of a laugh, a quick shake of his head. You were lucky, after all.

At least this assignment was proving to be an interesting one, after all.

The second time he saved you, he began to consider consulting your previous guardian about any curses or hexes you might’ve been the victim of. In jest, of course.

At that point, it was only in jest.

To your credit, he hadn’t even intended to visit you, that day. He’d been in the Human World on business (if he could call Luke’s seasonal urge to ‘observe mortal winter traditions’ business). Checking on his ill-fated ward while he was in the neighborhood was just a whim, an excuse to carve out a few minutes for himself in an otherwise hectic day. Call it… an older brother’s intuition. Clairvoyancy had never been one of his talents, but somehow, he must’ve known something would happen to you.

He found you, strangely enough, deviating from your usual routine – taking a late-night walk through one of the more scenic parts of your city. Much of the population had already taken shelter from the biting cold, but you seemed content meandering through a local park, wandering down an overgrown footpath at a pace that rang true to your lack of destination. He trailed behind you, remaining just outside of your peripheral. He’d always been charmed by moments like this; so small, so inconsequential, so human. The Celestial Realm was such a bright place, so crowded with so much to get done. As an angel, he rarely had a minute to spare. Humans, on the other hand, were happy to act as if they had all the time in the world to waste.

With your hands shoved in your pockets and your head bowed low, you started onto a dilapidated wooden bridge, the river below already covered in a thin layer of frost but not quite frozen. You only paused when you reached the center, leaning out over a rotting guardrail and admiring the view, although he couldn’t say he was sure what you were hoping to see.

You were too close to notice, but Simeon caught it. He looked on with the rapt attention of a well-trained voyeur as the post of the guardrail buckled and dislocated, as rotting wood fell away from rusting nails and began to collapse onto the ice below. This time, it was genuine panic that flooded into his veins, overwhelming his better judgement in a way your last bout of misfortune hadn’t. There was no time to think about which trick he wanted to use, about whether or not this fate would be one the strings of destiny would guide you towards; one moment, he was watching you jolt forward and the next, he was at your side, his arms wrapped around your waist as he hauled you back onto the bridge, as both of you collapsed into a heap of wide eyes and unsteady breathing. You didn’t make a sound, your shock intense enough to make you swallow all but the smallest, sharpest gasp. Poor thing. Honestly, he wouldn’t have been surprised if the fright alone was enough to make your heart stop.

Still, you recovered quickly, forcing out a jarring laugh as you struggled to untangle yourself from him. Eventually, you managed to sit up, coming to rest on your knees. “I—I’m sorry, this just happened a few weeks ago, too. I would’ve gotten hit by a car if—” You cut yourself off, slamming your hands against your thigh. “I… I think I’ve just been unlucky, lately. Or, really lucky, if you’re that kind of person.”

It took him a second to find his own voice, another to realize he had to use it. “I’m just glad I was passing by.” He tried to sound like he was just as shaken up as you were, just as inexperienced with death as the average mortal would be. It was both a comfort and a new source of anxiety that the way his voice shook was not completely within his control. “Are you alright? I know some first aid, or I could call a—”

You were kind enough to put him out of misery quickly. “No, no, I’m fine. I couldn’t ask you to do anything else for me.” Your smile was brilliant – delicate, but brilliant, a beautiful example of mortal fortitude. “In fact, I should be the one doing something for you. Considering how cold that water is, I’m pretty sure you just saved my life.”

“That won’t be necessary.” He was far too involved already. Most guardian angels went decades before ever seeing their human wards in-person, let alone speaking to them. If your eyes had actually met during your previous encounter, this would be the second time you’d spotted your unseen protector. “If you’re not injured,” he started, standing to his full height and offering you a hand. With no hesitation, you accepted it, letting him pull you onto your feet. “I’d be happy knowing you got home safely. That is, if you’re comfortable with an escort.”

He moved to pull his hand out of yours, but your grip was iron-clad. “C-can I have your name?” It was less of a question and more of a plea, as if you were asking him for the antidote to some fatal illness. When he hesitated, his smile faltering, you went on, your nails digging into the skin of his wrist. If he’d been anything less than what he was, it might’ve hurt. “I just—I know it sounds insane, but I’ve just got this feeling that we’ve met before, and something’s going to happen to me if we don’t—”

“Simeon,” he said, his grin taking on a comforting note. Slowly, as best not to startle you, he brought up his free hand, cupping your cheek as gently as he could. “You don’t have to justify yourself. It’s Simeon.”

You beamed, moving to respond, but a burst of golden light erupted from his palm before you could so much as open your mouth. He saw the faintest hint of confusion play across your expression, but in a moment, your eyes fell shut, your body going limp. For what felt like the hundredth time, you threatened to collapse, but he caught you before you could hit the ground – taking you in his arms and letting out a breath of a laugh. He’d take you back to your apartment, and by morning, you’d have no recollection of your brief encounter. Hopefully, the spell would help to dull the memories of the first time he overstepped his boundaries too, but he could only hope for so much.

As long as you stayed out of trouble, he would be happy to look after his ill-fated little ward from a distance.

The twelfth time he saved you, he realized that ‘distance’ was not something you took lightly.

Admittedly, he probably should’ve caught on after the fourth incident, when you walked out onto melting ice with little more protection than a paper-thin cardigan and a pair of snow damaged dress-shoes, or the eighth, when you accepted a friend of a friend’s invitation to go on a sky-view tour of the city in the plane he’d made by-hand (luckily, your flying coffin never gotten more than a few feet of the ground – something that had nothing to do with Simeon’s interference). Denial made him slow to realize what was going on, even slower to accept that you might’ve been something more than a particularly unfortunate mortal. In all that he’d seen of human behavior, one core tenant had always held true; that, above all else, they would seek their own preservation. The evidence that you might be doing something, anything other than doing what little you could to make your already short life a few years longer was inconvenient enough to ignore, if only for the time it took him to attend to his responsibilities in the Celestial Realm.

…responsibilities your self-sacrificial tendencies quickly found a way to tamper with, as well. He really had to give you more credit – it must’ve been difficult to interfere with matters on a plane you couldn’t have known even existed, and yet, you found a way.

It was a cherub that alerted him, bursting into a meeting Micheal had called among the archangels. The boy was red-faced and panting, but managed to speak before Simeon could call for a healer. “There’s—” He paused, struggled to pull air into his lungs. “Simeon, sir, there’s an emergency.”

With a slow exhale, he pushed himself to his feet. The other archangels offered no protest, only nodding as he positioned himself at the cherub’s side and rested a hand on the boy’s shoulder. “You were right to come to me. What’s wrong?”

Another gasping breath, a white-knuckle grip to the side of the marble door. “It’s your ward.”

Instantly, Simeon’s expression fell.

He didn’t stop to wait for a more descriptive explanation. Rather, he urged the cherub to take a seat and rushed into the empty hallway, summoning a small orb of reflective golden light with a flick of his wrist. Nearly lost in the summoned sunrays was, of course, a projection of you, walking along a concrete ledge no thicker than your wrist. The greater context was lost on him, but he saw enough to recognize where you were – on the roof of your office building, dozens of stories above the ground. You were missing your blazer, too, and one of your shoes. He could only imagine where you’d lost them.

Mouth agape and eyes wide, Simeon watched in pure disbelief as you inched forward, your balance more of a hopeful thought than a practiced skill. Despite your shaking legs and unsteady posture, a smile was plastered across your lips, toothy and almost painfully wide. You looked ecstatic, despite being one misstep away from a certain and sudden death. If he hadn’t known better, he would’ve called you zealous.

For long, agonizing seconds, it was all he could do to watch you, to try to separate the sound of his heart beating in his ears from that of his racing pulse. His vision blurred with panic, a strange mix of dread and adrenaline muting what few rational thoughts he could summon. There was something else blended into the combination, too – something darker, something that seemed to coil in the depths of his chest and tear at his ribs as it expanded. Hatred was not a feeling most angels were capable of, let alone familiar with to identify without deep self-reflection and weeks of careful meditation, and yet, in that moment, Simeon knew he loathed you. For making him bend the rules he’d lived by for so long. For making him feel something other than a vague, warm fondness for the humans he’d always held such affection for.

He loathed himself, for being foolish enough to save your life in the first place.

When you finally slipped, the heel of your remaining shoe slipping over the ledge and throwing off your delicate balance, it was all Simeon could do to watch, to stare at the projection and pray to whoever angels prayed to that he’d bring himself to keep watching until you went tumbling over the wrong side, until you fell just like you were supposed to have fallen weeks ago, months ago, when he first took charge of your protection. He wanted to do nothing. He willed himself to do nothing.

And, in the end, he failed to do even that. As if by means beyond his control, his fist clenched at his side, an orb of pale blue light encompassing his hand before bursting a moment later. It wasn’t much, a half-hearted effort stifled further by the distance between you and him, but the effect was instantaneous, as effective as it would’ve been if he’d been able to put anything more than a passing thought into it.

You fell about five, ten feet before your back collided with a misplaced suspended platform, conveniently forgotten by some maintenance team and placed just low enough to remain out of your line of sight. The force of the impact was enough to knock the air out of your lungs, to leave you stunned and breathless for a minute, then another, but your manic smile never wavered, and the first sound you made was not a shriek of horror or a pained groaned, but a bright, airy laugh – windchimes caught in a stray breeze, nails carving into marble. You threw your head back, raising a hand to the collar of your dress-shirt and toying with the fabric before your attention drifted, before your touch strayed down the length of your chest and came to rest above your stomach, then lower, fingers slipping underneath your waistband and—

And Simeon cut off the projection there, banishing the orb of golden light and leaving himself alone in the glimmering hallway. He didn’t realize he was panting until he heard his own ragged breathing echoing off of the bare walls, until he could bring himself to acknowledge his heaving chest and the overwhelming exhaustion that urged him to shut his eyes and forget he’d taken you on at all.

That wasn’t an option, though, not in a position like his, not when the burden he’d taken on was a creature like you.

He allowed himself a moment to gather his composure, another to remind himself that his burden was no greater with you than it had been when he was looking after any of his other wards, then started toward the counsel room where he’d left the others. He owed quite the apology to the cherub who’d watched you on his behalf, and more importantly, he had to think about what should be done about you.

The forty-seventh time he saved you, he knew that thinking wasn’t an option, anymore. Something had to be done.

You were bleeding. You’d scraped your knees the first time he saved your life, come out of the twenty-sixth with a papercut that’d take a few days to heal, but he’d never drawn blood, never stayed long enough to see it dripping down your skin, leaving small pinpricks of dark scarlet soaking into the dirt and painted across the leaf litter as you limped forward. There was a jagged cut torn into your left bicep, a patch of exposed tissue and viscera on your thigh where there should’ve been flesh, and the deep, uneven scratches etched down the length of your back showed no signs of clotting under his constant surveillance. Even more stomach-turning were the bruises stamped into your legs, blossoming rows of discolored skin that you’d earned from hours’ worth of stumbling down rocky slopes and getting caught on overgrown foliage. You were barefoot, your shoes having split apart at the seams after you waded through a stream much deeper and much darker than he would’ve liked. He could only imagine how you were still moving. Of all the admirable qualities you lacked, ‘perseverance’ had never been something you found yourself without.

He made only the most superficial attempts to conceal himself, trailing just far enough behind you for the darkness to obscure his presence. There was no magic, this time, no getting lost in the crowd or relying on your own divided attention – just his soft footsteps and your ragged breathing and muted sounds of forest nightlife somehow rising above it all. If he listened closely, he thought he could still hear traffic in the distance, the occasional late-night driver swerving to avoid colliding with the car you’d abandoned by the side of the road, but there was a good chance it was just a figment of his imagination. You must’ve been miles away from the nearest scrap of civilization. He would’ve been surprised if the search party made it this far when they came looking for your body in the morning.

Eventually, you seemed to find what you were looking for: a sudden break in the forest that led to a sheer drop-off so sudden and so tall, whatever lay on the ground below was lost to a void of endless darkness. You didn’t pause like you used to, didn’t clench your eyes shut or take a moment to summon your courage, but he could hear you muttering something under your breath – praying, he realized, as his heart dropped into his stomach. You were praying.

Really, he could only be thankful that you hadn’t started earlier.

Slowly, agonizingly, he watched you inch your way toward the cliffside, every step a miracle and every second an eternity of torture. You only paused when you reached the very edge, staring down into the endless abyss as a slight grin came to rest across your lips. He almost expected you to jump, to use what little strength you had left to throw yourself into what he’d worked so hard to save you from, but no, you weren’t so cruel as to mock him so openly. Rather, you merely leaned forward, shutting your eyes and—

“Please don’t.”

There was no magic, no spells, no divine interference. If it’d been too late, if you’d been a little closer, all his half-hearted request would’ve done was ensure you spent your final moments in panicked confusion, but it wasn’t too late, and you were far enough to catch yourself before you so much as started to fall. He expected you to turn toward him with a new light in your eyes and a certain levity you only seemed to carry after your brief encounters, but you only glanced over your shoulder, still wearing that deceivingly soft smile. Looking at it now, he could almost see how he’d mistaken you for just another innocent soul.

Almost.

“You’re not going to tackle me this time?” You sounded disappointed. “Christ, it’s been… what? Seven months since the last time you touched me?” An airy laugh, a near-wistful sigh. “And four since I so much as saw you in person. If that was even you. You make yourself hard to find, ‘specially considering what I have to go through to get your attention.”

When he didn’t respond, didn’t move, you went on, your eyes falling back to the abyss. “You are him, right? It’s hard to tell if I can’t see your face. I mean, it’d still be hard if I could see your face, but c’mon. At least give me a fighting chance.” And then, with a little more thought. “I’d threaten to jump if you don’t come out, but you probably won’t let me get very far, would you?”

He was tempted to. Words couldn’t express how much he wanted to be able to say, confidently and without hesitation, that if you decided to jump, he wouldn’t intervene, wouldn’t exert himself in the slightest to save you from the consequences of your own actions, but that’d be a lie. What would he tell the other archangels? That he was incapable of safeguarding a single human? What would he tell himself as you disappeared into the darkness, as he counted the seconds until your body hit the ground? Would he wait? Would you even go through with it when he’d already given you what you came here for?

The answer didn’t matter. He was a coward at heart, still too afraid to know what he’d do to himself if something happened to you after everything he’d done. He took a moment to gather himself, to make sure he was in a form you’d recognize, and another to step into the moonlight, into sight. Rather than turning to face him, you waited until he’d joined you by the ledge. Even now, you had him at your beck and call – something he could only hope you didn’t know to take joy in.

“Please don’t,” he repeated, his voice quieter and heavy with exhaustion. It was a struggle to force himself to speak to you at all, considering how long he’d spent chastising himself for ever being anything more than a hand tugging at the strings of fate in your peripheral. “I…I’ve already crossed too many lines to help you. I don’t know if another miracle would go unpunished.”

“Is that what they are? Miracles?” If you saw his fatigue, if you cared about the downward slant of his shoulders or the dark rings under his eyes, it wasn’t enough to dampen your mirth, to earn your sympathy. “I guess that would make you an angel, huh? I mean, I always thought you were an angel – you just seemed so much like one – but there was a week or so in January where I got really into studying demonic pacts and—” You cut yourself off, shaking your head as you laughed. “You are an angel, right?”

Despite his better judgement, he nodded. Why would he try to hide anything from you now? Clearly, your fondness for him was not lessened by deprivation. “I’m an angel.” And then, after a second of thought, “An archangel, to be specific. You had another guardian initially, but I took over after they were wounded.”

He didn’t mention that an angel of his rank would usually be as far from the Human Realm as it was possible for a celestial creature to be, that he had taken it upon himself to ensure your safety despite knowing you would be just as protected in the hands of a seraphim or throne, nor how little he should’ve had to interfere with your life. He considered, briefly, that it might help you to know that he was beginning to suspect your first encounter was a mistake in itself, that he may have overestimated just how much influence a being like him could leverage in a life as short and as pliable as yours, but ultimately bit his tongue. You were still on the ledge, more literally than he cared for. If you were willing to deliver yourself to a reaper’s doorstep when you were just trying to get his attention, he couldn’t imagine what you’d do to yourself if you knew that your paths were never supposed to cross in the first place.

“An archangel.” Luckily, you didn’t seem to care about the details. “Does that mean you’re important?”

“You could say that.” Too important to be answering your questions in the middle of the night, certainly. “Would it change anything if I was?”

“Of course not. I wouldn’t care if you were an angel or a demon or a…” There was a vague gesture, a slight shrug. “A three-headed dog, or something. I just want to get to know you.”

Simeon felt something in the back of his throat tighten. “You don’t know anything about me.”

“I know that you’ve been looking out for me. I know that, no matter what I do, you’ll always be right there to make sure I don’t get hurt.” You took a step back, but any relief he might’ve felt was dampened and crushed as you latched onto his arm, your hold snare-like and desperate. He could’ve pulled himself away, exerted less than an ounce of effort to maintain what little distance there was between you and him, but he didn’t move, didn’t let himself believe you wouldn’t close the distance as quickly as he could make it. It reminded him of the last time he appeared to you, of how tightly you’d held onto him as you begged for his name. Not much had changed, since then. If anything, he should’ve taken it as the first sign that you would need to be dealt with in the not-so-distant future and snuffed out the problem while you were still little more than a mortal attempting to survive a string of bad luck. “I’d know your name, too, but…” You trailed off, shook your head. When you tilted your head back, when he could bring himself to meet your unblinking stare, there was a thin glaze cast across your eyes, a fog that wasn’t quite as thick as it should’ve been. “I think someone took that away from me. That doesn’t matter, though – I’m willing to learn it again, if you’re willing to tell me. If you’re willing to be patient with me.”

He'd been patient. He’d been nothing but patient since the day he took you as his ward. “It would be for the best if I didn’t.”

“Why not?” The question was airy, spoken with a breathy chuckle laced around the edges. “Is it for my own protection? Are you doing this to keep me safe, too?”

“I don’t think it would—”

“Why not?” This time, the laugh it was paired with was slightly more forced, slightly more jarring. “I’m not trying to put pressure on you – I would never want to force you to do anything you didn’t want to – but I just—We’ve just been apart for so long, and I don’t want to you to disappear again without telling me when you’ll be back.” Your nails burrowed into his skin, your chest pressing into his side. “I love you.”

He couldn’t remember the last time an angelic being had been brought to the brink of losing consciousness by little more than a human’s words. Simeon supposed this might’ve been the first time.

His tongue felt dry, his throat filled with cotton. It took a considerable effort to speak, and even then, it came out as a harsh whisper, something unbefitting of his usual eloquence. “You don’t.”

“I don’t know how you could say that.” If he didn’t know better, he would’ve said you sounded hurt. If he didn’t know better, he would’ve thought you were still passing yourself off as human. “I’ve been trying to get your attention for months, now. I came all the way out here just hoping you would follow me. I nearly threw myself off of a cliff just to make you look at me.”

He frowned, moved to speak, but you weren’t going to let him attempt to argue, or soothe you, or whatever you assumed you were going to do. With a manic glint in your eyes and a broken laugh, you took him by both arms and forced him to face you. He could resist it, if he wanted to. He could, and yet, he let you jerk him forward, let you pretend you could manhandle him into looking at you with the same adoration in his eyes that sparked in yours when you looked at him. “I’ve been waiting for you. I’ve been putting myself in danger for you. I went to church for you.” You had. He remembered that – or, more precisely, he remembered how you’d attempted to swallow down a bottle of liquid frankincense after the sermon. “And you spent all this time looking after me, taking care of me. You can’t say I don’t love you.”

There was a pause, a change in your tone. As if you were just vocalizing something you’d already repeated to yourself a thousand times.

“You can’t say you don’t love me. At least a little.”

He took a deep breath and let it out slowly, the gesture meant purely to calm in the absence of physical necessity. Careful not to startle you, he raised a hand, and you let him, your hold on him loosening until it fell away completely. You didn’t step back, didn’t dare to give him the space you thought he would need to get away, and in return, he brushed against your arm, a gentle silver glow emitting from his fingertips and washing over the cut on your left bicep. When he pulled away, the injury was gone, a thin pale line in its place. Next was your thigh, his touch slightly more ginger, his light slightly duller. You didn’t seem to notice, only leaning into him. Whether you were soaking in his attention or simply thankful he hadn’t left you to bleed out, he didn’t want to know. “And what would you do? If I was in love with you, I mean.”

You caught on that, but only for a moment, recovering before your smile could so much as waver. “I’m not sure,” you admitted, your head tilting to the side. “But, we’d be together. We could get to know each other – actually know each other. No more hiding or magic or meeting each other at midnight in the middle of nowhere.” That earned a breath of a laugh, more out of exasperation than anything else. Still, you drank it down like holy nectar. “It’d be nice. I already know I love you, but maybe, after a while, you’d be sure that you loved me.”

He thought, briefly, about asking you to turn around, about taking care of the scratches etched into your back, too, but decided against it. “And that’s all you want? To be close to me?”

“To be with you,” you corrected, but the opportunity only seemed to add to your excitement. “But, yeah, basically. I just don’t want us to have to be apart again.”

If he didn’t know better, he would’ve thought the idea sounded romantic.

He didn’t indulge you with a response. Rather, he brought his hand up to your cheek, letting you melt into his palm. With a small smile, he leaned forward, pressing the faintest, gentlest kiss into your cheek, then the corner of your mouth. He felt you jolt underneath him, your shock momentarily overshadowing your delusions, but you managed to hold yourself still as his lips came to rest against yours. To your credit, you didn’t try to deepen the kiss, only shutting your eyes and bringing your hands to his shoulders, content to have him closer than he’d ever been before. You were still human, after all, still yielding in the face of your desires.

Even in the state you’d driven yourself to, you were still human.

There was a second passed in silence, then a blinding burst of golden light. You seemed to fight it, at first, pulling away from him abruptly and stumbling back, betrayal written across your expression, but it was Simeon’s turn to hold onto you, now, to take you by either side and keep you pressed against his chest. He watched you open your mouth, start to spit something out, but whatever you might’ve said was lost to slumped shoulders, an uncooperative tongue, every part of you suddenly obeying another master. He caught one more glint of hurt in your eyes before your body went slack, collapsing in on itself with little ceremony. As poor as your luck was, you slanted towards the ledge, but he held you tight, pulling you into his arms, into his protection.

He couldn’t erase your memories. Clearly, blocking out the finer details of your encounters and replacing them with plausible substitutions had done more harm than good, driven you to seek out both your invisible guardian and what you thought some malicious stranger had been taken from you. He couldn’t pass you off to another angel, either. That’d just be cruel and, what’s more, you’d already seen his face. He doubted giving you a new toy to play with would do anything but solidify a bad habit.

Momentarily, his eyes drifted back to the cliffside, to the ledge that you’d already nearly fallen off by no means other than your own volition. Angels had done worse and retained their purity, their rank. He could call it an accident, claim that the mysterious machinations of fate and destiny simply wouldn’t let him intervene and hope that no one would think to ask too many questions. He could do it, but he didn’t. He wouldn’t. Because you were human. Because, so long as you were human, so long as you were mortal, it would be his duty to protect you.

A faint grin came to rest across his lips – the first genuine smile he’d worn that night.

Luckily, with a little help from Simeon, you wouldn’t be human for much longer.

#yandere #yandere x reader #yandere x you #yandere imagines #yandere oneshot #obey me #yandere obey me #obey me imagines #obey me x reader #yandere obey me x reader #yandere obey me imagines #yandere simeon #simeon x reader #simeon x you #yanderecore #yancore

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sweetbrier2908 · 3 months

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satan, the avatar of wrath, the cynical fourth-born, the secretary of rad's student council. the only "pure demon" from birth in the family.

satan, who always wears a smile on his face, charming and polite, normal and decent, stealing hearts left and right because who wouldn't fall for a gentleman in the world of demons?

satan, a loyal member of rad's rare book club, loves books and loves learning new things every day, he knows every single book in rad's library, you won't need to use the computer to search for the book you need as long as he's with you.

satan, a cat enthusiast, his laptop is covered in cat-stickers and he spends most of his time in the rad courtyard playing with cats, remembers all the stray cats wandering around that area and even names them. he has this close friend that he calls sir cat.

satan, who loves art and beautiful things, who is close to asmo - one of the most famous beauties in the whole three realms, who once was the celestial realm's jewel. you would be surprised when you found out that satan didn't care too much about his appearance.

satan, who is frightening, terrifying, super scary when is angry, who is capable of destroying the whole devildom if he gets out of control, is learning to control his anger.

satan, who hates himself and his identity so much that the only way he knows to deal with this self-loathing is by pretending that he hates the person who made him this way. satan, suffered from trying to identify himself until you came around.

satan, who always thinks of himself as some boring demon and never understands how special he is until you come around.

satan, who is so scared of hurting you the way he used to hurt people. satan who always worries about one day you're going to see him like the way he sees himself - a cruel demon. a true monster. but you shake your head every time he brings this up ("are you scared of me? i know that you shouldn't be with me. i can't even protect you like beel usually does, i can't even be there for you like mammon"), cup his face and tell him that you love him over and over again ("stop that, i won't kiss you if you keep talking about yourself like that") until he forget about all this self-loathing and remember that he deserves to be loved by you and everyone else ("hey satan, how many 'i love you' i need to say before you understand that i love you no matter what you are") and he's unique in his way and he doesn't have to prove that ("mc, are all humans stubborn like you?", you smile "maybe, i mean, human life is too short for not keep holding on what's dear to us").

satan, who says thank you to you as you hug him every night. he's so grateful for everything you did for him. thank you for giving me a family. thank you for helping me understand my own self. thank you for staying beside me despite knowing every side of me. thank you for loving me for who i am.

satan, who writes you love letters and reads you love stories.

satan, who is the most gentle demon you've ever met ,and maybe, the most gentle you've ever adored.

satan, the demon you love.

#obey me #obey me satan #obey me writing #a snippet a day #just me and my satan obsession #obey me shall we date #satan obey me #obey me headcanon

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dyns33 · 8 months

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Good Uncles - Sequel

Anti Y/N needs Morpheus' help, because her uncles are stupid

(Good Omens season 2 spoilers)

Y/N and Morpheus loved each other more than anything.

This was what Matthew repeated to himself when the young woman came to see him with her strange request, and especially her comment which could have been taken as an insult in any other circumstances.

But Y/N loved Morpheus, so she certainly hadn't meant to be rude, and Morpheus loved Y/N, so he wouldn't take it badly.

Besides, she wasn't really wrong, even if the raven would deny agreeing with her if the boss asked.

"Since Dream is an idiot who has trouble communicating, I figured he could help me with my family problem, but since he has trouble communicating, I need your help to ask him."

"… Did you just say he was an idiot ?"

"Yes." Y/N said simply, looking at him with a face that said she didn't see the problem. "The worst idiot in the world, just before my uncles. So I need his advice to reconcile them, like they helped us to finally be together."

"… He loves you, but I don't know if he'll be happy with you saying he's an idiot."

"That's not the point. Will you help me ?"

Y/N's family problem seemed simple enough.

Her uncles, two other idiots, were totally in love with each other, without ever admitting it to each other for centuries. Then, one day, one of them decided to be brave, and the other ran away, not knowing how to react to all these feelings. Some sort of break up then, or whatever it was.

In fact, it was more complicated, since one of the uncles was an angel, the other was a demon, they were on opposite sides but kept secretly allying since the beginning of humanity, and now the being of light had had a promotion, forcing him to return up there.

He had suggested to his sidekick that he could come with him, be an angel again, but of course, the demon had categorically refused, suggesting instead that they stay together on Earth, happy and far from the divine and infernal stories.

Then there was a kiss, and the end of the world.

“Well, not literally the end of the world…” sighed Y/N, former antichrist, who had decided not to destroy the universe as Lucifer wished. "But it was still terrible. Aziraphale calls me through the celestial channels, and even though he pretends he's okay, I can clearly see that he's sad. And Crowley… He's devastated ! He really thought that they were going to be together forever. He drinks all the time and hardly leaves the house anymore. I threatened to destroy his car, nothing ! I threatened to destroy his car by driving it and risking having a accident, he destroyed the car."

“He remains sane despite his turmoil.”

"Morpheus, my dear, this doesn't help me. What can I do to make them stop their nonsense and see that they can't live without each other ?"

Dream of the Endless opened his mouth, and closed it almost immediately, after his faithful raven pecked his hand. He turned to Matthew, who was staring at him with a stern look, silently begging him to think before speaking.

"Even though technically no one needs others to live, I know the torment of broken hearts, my younger sister having shown it to me and having experienced it myself. It is difficult to help those who suffer of this pain, especially if they are stubborn by nature, as are angels and demons."

“You who are stubborn by nature, how have you been helped in the past during such difficult moments ?”

"… It takes time. My father doesn't help directly, but he allows the wounds to heal, the memories to be less painful, and to learn from all these experiences. I don't know if you can help your uncles, my love. Your presence and your shoulder are the only things you can offer to them, as well as advices, but whether they decide to follow them is up to them."

"I don't like that answer. It's not a stupid answer."

"I'm not as stupid as you seem to think."

"Obviously. You're only an idiot when it concerns you." Y/N joked, kissing his cheek before he started to pout. "Thank you, Morpheus. I'll try to help them. It's hard to see them like this when they were so happy before."

The dream master didn't like seeing his lover so saddened, but as he had told her, it was not possible to solve her problem as easily as she hoped.

Feelings were complicated, changing, volatile things. They were even more complex for celestial beings, who were not supposed to feel them, or at least not in a repeated or negative way.

Joy mostly, sometimes sadness for others in the case of angels, a lot of anger in the case of demons, but certainly not love.

Crowley and Aziraphale having never done anything like everyone else, they had to test this limit, and it went badly.

It wasn't a surprise, but Morpheus was a little disappointed with how this story turned out. Because it made Y/N suffer, but also because he had been secretly observing the two clandestine friends since the beginning of their romance, waiting to see what would happen, and savoring the demon's dreams and hopes.

A dreaming demon, full of imagination, and defying the infernal authorities. The only one. Of course he was favored by the Lord of Nightmares.

While Y/N tried her best to comfort him on Earth, even though she still had trouble getting him out of his apartment, Dream decided to pay a visit to the Heavenly Kingdom to greet the new manager.

"Your lordship ! What a surprise ! What a joy ! You… Y/N is not in trouble, I would know. I'm keeping an eye on her. Are you still having trouble in hell ? They've been a little panicked since Belzebub left, but we haven't noticed any suspicious activity."

"I have no quarrel with the underworld at this moment, Aziraphale. I have come to see you."

"See us ? As a courtesy call ? Good… Very good." stammered the angel, who was not as stupid as his niece seemed to think either.

“Let’s talk about my brother’s book.”

"No ! I mean… We've had this conversation before, noble dream lord. Although the mighty Destiny knows everything, the divine plan remains ineffable, and we are not supposed to know it. So I do not wish to talk about this subject."

"And I would not force you to do so. But know that no one escapes their destiny, however strange it may seem, unexpected and distant. We can try to flee it, delay it, fear it, but as certain as a kiss, it will happen."

Aziraphale looked at Morpheus without saying anything. He understood the message well, and even though he knew it was a bluff, because no one except Destiny and God knew what was in the book, he wanted to believe what those words meant.

It was scary, it would take time, but his winding path would one day lead him back to Crowley. Something inside him kept repeting it.

"Anyway…" Dream added before leaving. “If that wasn’t the Plan, there’s no stopping my sweet Y/N, or me, who hates seeing her sad.”

That same evening, aften several months, the angel contacted the demon for the first time.

It was complicated, because Crowley remained stubborn, and hurt, but he agreed to listen, a bit satisfied that it was not him who took the first step, feeling considered.

When she asked him if he had anything to do with it, and what he had done, Morpheus replied that he had simply been diplomatic and tactful.

"In other words he scared the cherub. Because fear works well with idiots."

“Matthew, leave us.”

“He was afraid of losing you last time, that’s why he agreed to talk.”

“Get out of my sight, now.”

"Thank you, Dream. Thank you so much." Y/N said, hugging him tenderly.

The problem was not resolved, but after several calls, because the fear of the wrath of Y/N and her lover was less strong than the fear of losing his demon, it was allowed to see the exchanges as a good omen for the future.

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