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onyourowndaisymae · 9 months

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don't mind me... just thinking about the demon brothers slowly dropping the rest of their roster for you as they fall head over heels...

lucifer // mammon (you are here) // levi // satan // asmo // beel // belphie -- others coming soon, NSFW warning below, gn!reader

mammon, who falls for you slowly, then all at once. whose taunts and general disregard for your safety lessen after he forms a pact with you. suddenly he's finding excuses to linger in your doorway, to join conversations you're having with beel or levi just to make sure you're not getting too friendly with them. he's greedy with you. watching his brothers mingle with you sparks a strange sense of protectiveness in him he doesn't bother to hide.

mammon, who naturally gravitates towards you. he understands the need for alone time, but more often than not his free days are spent by your side. he still loves the casinos and the parties, but nowadays he's trying to convince you to join or not going at all. poker's not as fun when you're not by his side, breathing onto his neck as you strain to get a peek at his cards. clubs are only worth going to when you'll join him on the dancefloor, hips swaying against his to the music. it's hot. he's addicted and he doesn't even feel guilty.

mammon, who doesn't even realize he's been ignoring his usual friends with benefits arrangements. the people in his phone have been sending their usual late night texts, and he swipes them away on instinct. his eyes glaze over as he scrolls through naughty photos in his messages. what was once enticing now simply seems dull, and he doesn't know why-- or, at least, he won't admit it to himself. he'll head out occasionally to meet a succubus he knows, but the encounters seem less fulfilling nowadays.

mammon, who fucks his fist to the thought of you. sweat drips down his face as his movements grow desperate, pausing to spit into his hand just so he can get lost in the idea of his palm being your hot, tight little hole clenching around his cock. his panting is loud, aimless calls of your name echoing through his room. his hips buck steadily into his clenched fist. all he can think about it what it would feel like to have you under him, bent over the hood of his car, your moans like music to his ears as he fucks you until you can't speak. he imagines the way you'll gasp as he slips inside of you, your whines when he slows his pace to a crawl to feel his cock drag against your walls, the way you'll cry out in pleasure when he slams back into you and fucks you as feverishly as he wants. cum spills all over his fingers and stomach, painting his hot skin white when he finally reaches climax, shaking a little in desperation as he realizes how badly he's craving you.

mammon, who can't get off to the thought of anyone else. every explicit video, homemade or otherwise, is just a cheap imitation of you. he's not above searching for videos with performers that look like you, that do the things he wants to do to you or vice versa. he hangs out in your room on a regular basis only to retreat back to his den hard and aching against his jeans. he satisfies himself night after night with toys and his hands until, finally, the pieces fall into place and you end up underneath him during a movie. he feels dizzy as he slides into you, your soft noises making the moment feel ethereal in the low light. his couch squeaks a little as he thrusts into you, but he can't bring himself to notice anything outside of the way your lips fall open, the way your body squirms under him, the way he will never be able to get off without thinking of this moment again.

#obey me #obey me shall we date #obey me swd #obey me nightbringer #obey me nb #obey me mammon #obey me mammon x reader #obey me x reader #obey me smut #otome

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another-lost-mc · 9 months

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I'd totally make the brothers wear pink dresses to the barbie movie. Or fluffy skirts, whichever one they want lol

There is fanart inspired by these little headcanons! You can check them out on @/divinity-infinity's page here!

"You'll 'make me,' will you?" Good luck trying to get Lucifer to wear a pink dress or skirt if he's not in the mood, especially if the entire group is going. However, he will opt to wear a pale pink button-down shirt and cream-coloured linen slacks instead because he doesn’t want to disappoint you too much.

Mammon will stammer that he already bought an outfit that looks like something Ken wears in the trailer. “Not that I was countin’ on ya dressin’ up like Barbie with me, but you might as well, right?”

Levi already has his cosplay hanging in his closet, complete with a blonde wig. He bought them as soon as you showed him the trailer (and he bought the presale tickets). If you don’t have something to wear already, he just happened to pick up a matching outfit for you too.

Satan follows Lucifer’s approach, but he opts for a bright pink shirt because he’s not a coward like his brother is.

Asmo has his outfit already too, but unlike Levi’s, his is a sophisticated pink dress complete with very expensive jewelry, hair accessories, and heels. (He also volunteered to paint everyone’s nails pink a day or two before the movie, and most of them agreed.)

Beel wears a hot pink muscle shirt that he pairs with white shorts. He also finds a pair of white and pink sneakers from the back of his closet that look practically brand new. That’s probably the best you can hope for.

Belphie yawns and says he’ll wear whatever you pick out for him. He didn’t think you’d hand him a puffy pink skirt and a white crop top, but he puts them on without much fussing. He doesn’t want to disappoint you (and skirts are nice for easy access later).

Diavolo buys a hot pink suit with Asmo’s help, and he managed to hide it from Barbatos until the day of the movie.

Barbatos scolds his young master for his foolishness, even though he pretends he didn’t make himself a new pink changshan and robe to wear for the occasion.

Simeon and Luke are dressed like Ken and Barbie—Luke looks completely adorable in his pink hat and shorts, and he even has a little pink bow tie. The crowd at the movie can't stop gushing over how cute he is, but he's too excited to notice.

Solomon shows up in a sheer pink top and skinny jeans. You’re positive that Asmo helped him pick it out.

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thedevilspearl · 10 months

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➛ the good, the bad and the bratty

a/n: here it is!!! cowboy!diavolo surprised me because he was voted least out of the top three yet i found myself loving him so much that i couldn’t stop writing and it turned into a whole fic haha check out the other cowboys here!

tags: 2.0k words, cowboy!diavolo x female reader, bondage, spanking, brat taming, breeding kink, mild exhibitionism. minors do not interact!

diavolo had a busy morning rounding up the sheep that slipped through the fence during the night. he crept out of bed without waking you, leaving you with warm blankets and a kiss to your cheeks as he pulled on his jeans and shirt.

you’re an expert rider, better than him although he won’t admit it — stubborn cowboys never do no matter how sweet they are.

but not waking you up to catch the sheep with him wasn’t due to his pride but rather the fact that you were up all night riding something else entirely.

he had you slamming up and down on his cock for hours, grinding on him until you both passed out. his cock throbs at the memories and he adjusts his crotch in his tight jeans before fastening his belt.

diavolo sighs, wishing he could spend the morning walking the perimeter of the ranch on horseback with you beside him, but you tired yourself out last night. you deserve rest. and on top of that, he can only imagine how sore your pussy must be.

he’d be the devil if he asked you to sit on a saddle before fully recovering.

so at dawn, he ventures onto his land and mounts his horse to chase after the escaped sheep. it takes hours, but once rounded up, he works on fixing the fence and then checking on the cattle.

it isn’t until long after noon when he spots you coming down to the barn.

“hey, sweetie,” you mutter with a kiss to his lips. “why didn’t you wake me?”

you smirk at his eyes widening from your appearance. it’s a hot day so you opted for one of his flannels and a pair of cowboy boots. his shirt is baggy enough to cover you, but the only thing on his mind is whether or not you’re wearing anything under his shirt.

“thought ya needed some rest after last night,” he teases. “you worked so hard.”

“well, you work hard every day looking after the ranch.”

he chuckles lowly and you find yourself warming up at the sound.

“so, what’s the plan for the day?”

diavolo is about to tell you he did most of the work and the only thing you should be doing is resting, but his inconveniently friendly neighbours interrupt him.

“hey!” mammon calls with beelzebub following behind him. “you got hay?”

“what happened to yours?” dia quips.

“found mould in ‘em. can’t use it anymore.”

both cowboys tip their hats in your direction as greeting.

“mornin’, boys.” you beam.

“afternoon,” beel corrects you. “but i assume it’s morning for you.”

they both grin and wink at diavolo, knowing exactly what happened last night given your attire. and diavolo hates them for thinking about you like that.

“why don’t ya head back to the house?” diavolo leans in and suggests. “get something to eat.”

you know he means to say go put on some clothes. or at least stay away from these guys while you’re dressed like that. jealousy rises from his body and you read him easily.

perhaps it’s the exhaustion from last night, or maybe it’s due to the heat, but your brain is frazzled enough to make you want to disobey his request and piss him off. for some reason, making him more jealous sounds like a good idea.

“i already had breakfast.” you say and hop onto a pile of hay, crossing your legs so no one can peek up the little clothing you have on.

dia stares at you starstruck, silenced by your boldness. and the other two cowboys suffocate in the growing tension. beel’s eye’s wander around the room nervously, not landing on anything specific. and mammon lets out a long whistle.

“so….” he clicks his tongue. “the hay?”

“there’s more round back.” diavolo says without tearing his stern eyes from you. you cower under his gaze, knowing you may have gone too far.

when mammon and beel disappear behind the stable, you hop down from your pile of hay. you thought it would be hot to tease him in front of the others but it turned out awkward so you wander back to the house. but diavolo grabs you before you can make it two paces out of the door.

“what?” you ask with feigned innocence.

“you know what.”

“i don’t.”

he scoffs.

“are ya wearing anything under that?” he asks, and your silence is his answer.

he rips open your shirt, his shirt, and buttons go flying in all direction to reveal your naked body. your tits sit freely and your bare pussy was only inches away from being exposed if the shirt was lifted high enough.

and yet, you jumped on that pile of hay without a care in the world, without caring if his neighbours saw what only he is allowed to see. and it angers him in ways it shouldn’t.

“dia!” you push him away, but he doesn’t let go of the shirt and because of its huge size, it slips off your frame too easily.

the cowboy is stunned for a second, but he gulps and tips his hat in your direction, admiring your glowing body in the sunlight.

he was ready to scold you for acting so scantily in front of his friends, but instead of listening to logic, he listens to his cock. despite the hours and hours of fucking you did last night, it aches for more.

and what turns him on to a point of no return is your god damned boldness, not even trying to hide your perky breasts or pretty pussy. your stand before him with confidence he can only admire.

mammon and beel are minutes away from walking in on you wearing nothing but a pair of cowboy boots and diavolo feels inclined to teach you a lesson.

you would dare to be seen naked by anyone other than diavolo?

not on his watch.

your brattiness knows no bounds but you’ve certainly got him in the mood to tame it. to teach you that no one else is allowed to see your pretty, perfect body.

he very rarely uses the lasso he carries on his hip, but all of a sudden he feels inspired to use it.

“c’mere.”

you ignore him, drifting away further without looking back and acknowledging him. if you step outside any further, there’d be no doubt the others would see you.

“don’t ignore me. i told ya to c’mere.”

you turn around with sass, standing with your hand on your hip. “or what?” you follow his hand down to where it grazes against his loop of rope and your heart beats faster, and your pussy throbs.

“don’t make me use this on ya, sweetheart.”

you swallow thickly, feeling your body burn. the thought of him tying you up is provocative, but using his lasso on you?

it’s unexpectedly the sexiest thing you’ve ever imagined.

and he knows it too.

“you like the sound of that?” he smirks and takes big steps towards you. “i’m sick of ya acting like a brat, ‘specially in front of other guys. how about i teach my little cowgirl a lesson, hm?”

you bite your lips and he hovers above you, eyes raking all over your form.

“want me to tie you up and teach you a lesson, baby?”

you nod eagerly but maintain the daring brattiness in your glare.

“i want ya to say it, sweetheart.”

“yes,” you yip, a little too excitedly. “use it on me. tie me up and fuck me good, dia.”

your heart flutters as the corner of his lip twitches upwards, and your pussy clenches as diavolo moves swiftly. he spins you around grabs both of your wrists in one of his hands, somehow rough and gentle at the same time. and with his other, he loosens his lasso before looping it around your wrists and pulling.

he then works some skilful magic to have your elbows touching together and the rope lacing around the length of your forearms.

it’s tight enough for you to be unable to fight against it. not that you’d want to.

your bound wrists rest on your lower back and he pulls you back into the barn, slamming the door behind him.

“what a fucking brat i’ve got,” he growls and bends you over on the pile of hay you were previously displaying yourself on. “wants to get fucked like an animal, huh?”

“yes, dia,” you moan. “wanna get fucked so good.”

you wiggle your ass in front of his crotch which earns a harsh slap on it. and then another.

“best be quiet or those assholes are gonna hear ya.”

you moan louder and lewder when he slaps your ass a third time.

“or don’t.”

diavolo wastes no more time in loosening his belt and pulling his cock from his jeans. it throbbed and ached all morning and now he can finally relieve himself by putting you in your place.

he grabs you by the rope, pulling you upright and pressing your ass against him.

“fucking brat,” he grunts rubbing against you. “was last night not enough, huh? greedy pussy’s got you acting up like a slut.”

you whine loudly, defiant against his words. his large hand lands on your ass again, causing you to yelp and your whole body to jolt from the impact. writhing to free yourself from the rope is a fruitless attempt, but diavolo enjoys the sight of you struggling.

“use your hands.” he orders.

you could ignore him, piss him off even more. but your pussy is so fucking desperate to be filled and battered by his huge cock that your brattiness slowly fades away and you follow his orders quickly.

it’s difficult to move in the position you’re in but with the little freedom your bound hands have, you arch into him and stroke his huge cock. “fuck, dia. you’re so big. want it in me so bad.”

“patience, brat,” he mutters and runs his hands up and down your body, squeezing your tits with one hand and rubbing your clit with the other. “gotta wait for them to come back.”

arousal leaks from your pussy and you continue jerking him off until the familiar footsteps in the gravel grow louder, and dia takes it as his signal to push you down on the hay again and slam his cock into your soaking pussy.

“fuck!” you scream as your pussy welcomes him in greedily. “dia!”

“you like that, huh? you like my cock?”

“yes, i love it!” you moan loudly, gasping for air against the hay. “i love your cock.”

“that’s right.”

he continues hitting you with thrust after thrust of his hips, the sound reverberating through the wooden walls of the barn. it may be muffled from the outside, but there is no doubt the others can’t hear you.

your pussy is still sensitive from last night, but more than eager to please diavolo’s cock as he drills your hole, slamming against all the right places. “ah! fuck, dia, i’m gonna cum!”

“you’re gonna cum? your bratty pussy’s gonna cum all over my cock?”

“yes!”

“fuck,” he gasps. “want me to cum in your pussy, hm? fill it up ’til ya can’t take no more?”

“yes! dia, please!”

“gonna fuckin’ breed ya.”

“do it, dia! do it!”

“gonna knock ya up, show ‘em all how good i fucked ya!” he groans. “gonna teach my brat a lesson and knock her up.”

your cries turn into fully incomprehensible moans, but he knows you want it as much as he does. you want him to mark your body in ways it’s never been marked before and claim you as his forever.

so while you babble away, you both rock against the hay with hot, sticky bodies and there’s nothing but steamy air and filthy words between you.

before you know it, your orgasm washes over you and your pussy tightens around his cock, causing him to spurt ropes of his cum into your pussy.

your pussy tightens, causing him to spurt ropes of cum into your pussy as you scream in delight; your orgasms instils pure bliss into your body, as it does to dia who lets out an animalistic growl as he fucks you both through the high.

“who fuckin’ owns this pussy?”

“you do! you own it, dia.” you mumble, barely able to form words with how much you’re moaning. “you own my pussy. you own me.”

“that’s right,” he grunts. “i fuckin’ own ya.”

with one last rut, he stills deep groan and leans over, panting above you and pressing soft along your shoulder as you gasp for air.

“your mine, brat.”

#♡ pearl’s writing #obey me #obey me shall we date #obey me x reader #obey me x female reader #obey me smut #obey me diavolo #obey me diavolo x reader #obey me diavolo smut #diavolo smut #diavolo x reader

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iisasarcasticlittleshite · 9 months

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Asmo painted your nails black.

You'd given him free reign over your manicure, the one he insisted on giving you before the meeting with Diavolo, and he'd chosen black, leaving you gaping at the perfectly shiny varnish.

The Avatar of Lust shifted nervously at your silence, his cheeks flushed pink. "Do you not like it, hon?"

"I like it!" You were quick to announce, unwilling to let him doubt himself for even a second. "I just...didn't expect you to choose black."

In your own time, the Asmodeus you know would have leaped at the chance to glamour your nails with glitters and gems and every colour he could think of, coordinated an outfit to match his design or just painted them to match his own manicure.

Your heart stung at yet another stark reminder that this is not your Asmodeus, this is not your time.

Oblivious to the pain lancing through your chest, Asmo decided to explain his choice.

"I picked black because I think it looks incredible on you."

You looked down at your fingertips, than to the plain shirt you'd donned, sleeves rolled up and black jeans. You hadn't worn much colour here, preferring blacks and neutrals as if subconsciously still trying to pass as a tough demon.

You smiled at Asmo, ready to weave your words to steal all of his worries, but you didn't get the chance.

"There's so much in your eyes you don't talk about, hon. I just wanted you to know you look gorgeous, even in the dark." He smiles at you, earnest and sweet and suddenly you can't separate the demon in front of you from the one who's pact mark once sat on your thigh.

You stood and pulled him into a hug, smiling as he purred and nuzzled into your neck, sliding his arms around your waist. How ironic it had been when you first arrived in this strange past.

You'd always been tall, even among the brothers, the only one taller than you was Beel. Back home, you'd still felt small compared to them. Here? Dear Asmo uses you as a shield, even now that he knows you're human.

You were proud when they relied on you, even if all you have to do is let Asmo lean on you as he cuddles close, greedily chasing the smell of your skin off your neck.

The Avatar of lust is putty in your hands as you smile at the shiny black nails on your fingers. Maybe you are just as different as your demons are here.

Maybe the Exchange Student was never the same as the Attendant.

#obey me #obey me nb #nightbringer #obey me angst #nb angst #asmodeus #obey me asmo #asmo x mc

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koolades-world · 2 months

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Hellooo I like your stuff! :)

Can I pls request something where MC takes Mammon’s early game tsundere shit too seriously? Like, they always take things literally so when he says he doesn’t like or care about them, he’s annoyed to have to babysit them, he doesn’t want this stupid human, etc etc, they believe him?

But they thought he was warming up to them, they thought they were friends (and they’d started to really love their first friend!), so they get really sad about it. He’s like “I DONT care about the human!” And MC’s like, “oh… :’( okay….” and like, either Mammon has to fix it, or Beel and/or Levi (or any of the others! All of the others? Whatever you like) (after making their pacts) have to step in and help. Comfort the human and guilt Mam into communicating however they’d go about that.

Sorry if this is too specific! No pressure of course, do whatever you want with this, have fun :)

Thank you :))

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hi! yes of course :)

today I actually based my outfit around his casual outfit since I have a jacket kinda like his. got so many compliments <3 wore knee high brown boots, a jean mini skirt, a cropped black cami, my mammon jacket, and my diamond studs. wanted to wear some gold hoops but my ears were not having it. dressing up and outfit planning are some of my favorite things to do

if you see that i wrote in second person instead of third in a few spots, please ignore that! i kept catching myself swapping tenses and I tried to find all of them but if i missed them i'm sorry haha

please enjoy, blueberry anon!!

Heart to Heart

Life in the Devildom wasn't easy, but Mc was slowly getting used to it. Sure, it would never be not chaotic to walk around and classes in a school full of demons, but maybe one day, they might be able to consider it normal.

They had begun to make friends with the other demons in their class, gotten involved with a few clubs that they really enjoyed, and even finally started to grasp the concept of the subjects they were attending class for. But, there was one thing they just couldn't even see themselves growing used to.

The first demon they had really thought they'd started to get to know really seemed to dislike being around them. No matter what they did, Mammon always seemed annoyed with them, no matter how sweet they tried to be. They felt most comfortable turning to him since they'd never seen him angry, and seemed the least violent out of their new housemates, especially with Devildom things they just didn't understand. He was by far the most approachable.

They could never understand his seeming hostility despite the fact that they hadn't done anything to him. His almost condescending nature bugged them a little. They didn't take it personally at first, since he was just supposed to be his tour guide and someone to go to if they needed it. He wasn't obligated to them in any way.

But they couldn't help but notice how mutually, they had wormed their way into each others hearts. At some point, it had become routine for him to invite himself into their room after he had finished getting ready for the night to watch something on TV while they attempted to do homework. Every time, they would eventually give up in favor of watching with him since he always had something funny to add. At lunch, despite having his own friends, he would plop down beside them with a snack for you, with some excuse about needing the human to stay healthy. Even if they were talking with one of their friends, he would wiggle between the two of them and stay there, to the point where their friends knew to leave him a spot since he was always fashionably late. At dinner, he always insisted they sit next to him, where'd he'd always whisper to them about his brothers and always inevitable get caught by the one he was talking about. It never failed to make them giggle, and also almost get in trouble.

Every time they had a moment like one of these, he would pretend like it hadn't even happened. It was like nothing between the two of them mattered to him. His comments always read like he was almost annoyed to have to be around them, and that he disliked it. It hurt, but they couldn't say they weren't used to it. After all, they would be gone after a year, so it wouldn't matter anyways, right?

One day in particular, nothing had gone correctly. Mammon had been out the previous night and let Mc know very last minute, despite it being a school night. Their room had felt empty. In hopes he would be back soon, they left his spot open, but he never showed up. They had known that, but it still felt strange. They had been able to get so much work done, but they went to bed feeling something they didn't quite understand.

The next morning, it had felt like he was going out of his way to avoid them. They had seen him once, and perhaps he hadn't seen them, but they didn't even get so much as a smile. He was absent at breakfast, like usual. It also wasn't his turn to walk them to school, so they didn't get to talk to him then either. Later that day, during lunch, he also never showed up. It was odd, but the two of them had never made the promise to meet, so it wasn't like he had some obligation. Their friends gave them a knowing look, one filled with concern, but they told them nothing was wrong. Or so they hoped.

They finally saw him that evening at dinner, but he just wasn't himself. He made no effort to speak to them. When they did try, he was harsher than usual, and kept making comments about them being a stupid human who didn't know any better. It was all in character for him, but with the treatment they had received that day, it hit closer to home than they thought it would. Once the meal was mostly over, and a few of his brothers had filed out of the room, Mc leant over to him to quietly ask if something was wrong. The response they got was much more explosive than they thought they would receive.

"Mammon, how have you been today? I haven't seen you much, and wondered if something was wrong." They stood next to Mammon, collecting all the spare dishes to be washed.

"That's none of yer business, human." He spat out his words like venom at them. His expression after the fact seemed like he'd almost regretted what he'd said, but made no move to take it back.

"Oh, I'm sorry. I just thought... Forget I asked." They took a step back, not expecting his words to hit them like that. They decided to take the dishes they were holding to the kitchen. Maybe he would be gone when they returned for more.

"Mammon, that was very rude." Lucifer, who was doing the same as Mc since they had dish duty together that night, gave Mammon a death glare. "Apologize this instant." When Mammon looked away, Lucifer continued. "Well?" Lucifer searched Mammon's face.

"What's your problem?" Asmo spoke up, looking perturbed by the way he had treated yet another one of his claims to fame. Mc did so well on Devilgram, so the two of them had gotten somewhat close, but not as close as they had with Mammon.

"I don't care about that damn human. When did I say that I did? They're just another responsibility." Mammon spoke as confidently as he usually did, but the look on his face gave it all away.

Mc, who had been hanging in the hall just outside the dining room door since they'd dropped a fork, heard his words. It stung them. They'd heard him say that before, but this time it felt as if he meant it if he hadn't before. With a sigh, they hurried off to the kitchen, closing the door behind them. The three brothers left in the room turned at the sudden noise.

Mammon realized what he'd done, and stood there, stewing in the consequences of his actions. Lucifer and Asmo said something to him before leaving, but he didn't really hear it. He wished he could take it all back, and to tell Mc he didn't mean it. But, he wasn't sure how, or if their relationship was even salvageable.

Mc was in the kitchen, scrubbing a plate when they heard Lucifer enter. They could tell it was him thanks to the sound of his shoes on the tile. They scooted over to make room for him at the sink. "I'm sorry about Mammon." Lucifer broke the silence.

"It's fine. He's right. I am just another task for him to juggle." They didn't look up from the running water.

"I assigned him to look after you. If anything, I can care for you." He placed the dishes in the sink.

"But, he's right, is he not? I'm just a human. I've got no clue what I'm doing here so someone has to look after me. I'm not in this family, so it's not like taking care of me was something he signed up for." They moved clean dishes out of the sink and onto the drying rack. Lucifer remained silent for a moment.

"It's an honor having you here, I hope you realize. This is a momentous occasion. Diavolo entrusted us with the duty of caring for one of the only two human exchange students, in a program that's unique." It seemed like Lucifer was struggling to find the right words to say. This was the nicest they had even seen him be.

"I appreciate it. Thank you. But, what am I to do? A human trapped in a place where humans aren't meant to go. I can't help but feel like a task to be completed." Mc paused. "I'm sorry. That was probably too much." They went silent again.

"You can go up to bed early if you wish. I'll finish these." Lucifer finally said. Without making eye contact, they got down off the stool they had been standing on to reach the top of the drying rack, and left with a small thank you. Mammon wandered in moments after they left, finally seeming to have collected himself.

"Mammon. I hope you're proud of yourself. After that spectacle, I might just have to make Beel their new guardian." Mammon froze at Lucifer's words.

"No! Ya don't gotta do that." He couldn't bring himself to continue himself.

"Really? Because with the way you treated Mc, I would not blame them if they never wanted to speak to you again." Lucifer turned around to look Mammon right in the eyes. He knew that look well. He was disappointed with him.

"I'll just go apologize. No biggie, right?" He tried to act as if nothing was wrong despite the turmoil he'd just caused.

"I have no words." Lucifer turned back to the dishes, ignoring Mammon's attempts to speak to him anymore. Mammon was left with his thoughts again, and all the regret he had. He wasn't sure how to go about with telling them he didn't mean what he'd said, and that was just because he really liked them. After some pondering, he realized nobody but himself was going to fill this hole he'd created, and that it was his job to do it if he wanted to repair their relationship.

Mc had been in their room, reading through some notes from earlier that day, when their door slammed open. Only one demon entered like that. "Mammon." They nodded without looking up.

"Mc. I- Do ya have a moment?" They looked up to meet his gaze. All the animosity had faded and was replaced with a warmness they'd never seen before.

"Yes." They set their pen down, and waited for him to speak.

"I'm sorry about what I said. I'm sorry fer ignorin' ya today. I'm sorry fer treatin' ya like garbage. You don't deserve that." Tears began to well up in his eyes, but he continued. "I have trouble tellin' ya this, but I think yer really great. If yer willin' to talk to me again, I promise I won't do all that anymore." The tears began to slip down his cheeks.

"Oh, Mammon, please don't cry." Mc got up to hug him and close the door behind him. He tightly gripped them back, as if they might leave him. Once he'd calmed down a little, Mc spoke again.

"I won't lie, what you said did hurt, but thank you for saying you're sorry. I really love spending time with you. You make me feel welcome here. I don't fully understand you, but I hope that you'll help me understand you." Mc patted Mammon's back.

"Can I stay over in yer room tonight? Let me start there and make it up to ya fer yesterday. Let's watch yer favorite human movie." His eyes are still red, but the smile is back on his face. It really suited him.

"Yes, of course." That night, the both of them fell asleep in Mc's bed together, but not before Mammon thought how lucky he was to have them, despite himself.

#blueberry anon #sorry im on computer lol #obey me #obey me!#obey me x reader #obey me mammon #obey me lucifer #obey me asmo #obey me shall we date #obey me! shall we date #omswd

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devildomresidentt · 3 months

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How would they dress?

Younger Bros Edition

Satan

Mainly dark and neutral colors ~ Browns, Beiges, Sage Greens, and Blacks

Took him the longest out of all his brothers to develop his own personal style due to his lack and over-concentrated knowledge of Fashion

Always carrying some type of bag with him to store any books, notebooks/journals, and cat treats/toys for any strays

Isn’t inspired by any type of specific fashion type, but he has a specific style he likes to call his own that’s distinctive to him

Always wearing an oversized t-shirt and button up combo, or a Sweater + Button up combo

Asmodeus

A mix of colors ~ Light pinks & Reds to Whites and Blacks

Inspired by Preppy/Minimalist Fashion along with Club fashion (but I can also see him being into Rave Fashion/Culture)

Loves to wear revealing clothing like crop tops, tanks with cut outs, and low rise jeans, but also loves to wear sweaters, varsity jackets, and Wide legged/Flared jeans

He would wear thongs/g-strings along with low rise jeans or with a pair of regular jeans + a crop top (Or he’ll just wear them as a fun surprise for his partner <3)

Beelzebub

Mainly Dark colors ~ Blacks, Deep Reds, Grays

Same as Levi will always wear oversized Graphic tees and hoodies, Beel will always rock some type of tank/compression shirt

Prefers gym or basketball shorts over jeans, but also enjoys wearing loose sweats & Cargos

Isn’t really inspired by any type of fashion, he just wears what he finds the most comfortable to workout in, or what he thinks he looks the best in (he looks good in anything I love him so much)

One of the reasons he prefers tanks is because he has multiple tattoos across his the left side of his chest, to his shoulders going down his arm that all have important meanings (Some corresponding to his brothers, some representing Lilith, and even some to cover up his scars from the celestial war)

Belphegor

Little smelly emo shit.

Dark & Light colors ~ Deep purples, Blacks, Grays, and Whites

The first thing you notice about him when he enters a room is the sound of his pant chains jingling and his eye-catching studded belts

Always wanted to have to ‘Older brother in the 2000’s aesthetic’ so he took heavy inspo from it once he was given more individuality in his style after the Fall

I can also see him dressing more on the Colorful Scene side decked out head to toe in Neons, Blacks, and checkered patterns

#obey me #obey me swd #obey me nightbringer #obey me!#obey me drabble #obey me hcs #obey me satan #obey me asmodeus #obey me beelzebub #obey me belphegor

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midnight-vixn · 2 years

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Mc who's really damn touch starved and masturbates so so often but it's never enough because what they really need is to be dicked down hard. Cue the exchange program that just makes it even worse because now they have those hot housemates and it just riles them up more. Imagine how they would react.... Asmo def can feel the pent us sexual frustration and horniness, Beel can smell their arousal any time he's close but especially when they're masturbating and he walks past their room to get to the kitchen and Mammon definitely barges in on accident sooner or later while they're touching themself

WOOF YES!

Asmo would be able to sense the frustration anytime you entered the room, once you make your pact with him he can feel your arousal, he’ll be respectful and will wait until you come to him for release. Although he’ll definitely drop hints that it’s okay to ask for help~♡ If you’re in your room trying to get off he can feel that too, and he’s up in his room pleasuring himself alongside you.

Beel quickly learns what you smell like when aroused, it’s an intoxicating scent to him. He has to adjust himself a few times during dinner, he can’t help but wonder what has you so turned on. Some nights he’ll stay outside your door and listen to your sounds, your scent so intense now that his head is fuzzy, he has to stop himself from walking in and having a taste. Instead he heads to the kitchen where he can still hear your moans but at least he can sit while he gets off to you.

Mammon doesn’t believe in boundaries and that’s his own downfall. He can’t help that he wants to spend all his time with you, even when it’s 1 am and everyone else is asleep. He thought he could just slip in and sleep on the floor by your bed, instead he found you on full display. Legs spread wide, doing what you can to get off, your eyes screwed shut as you whimper and moan. You don’t even notice him at first and he’s grateful, but then he becomes needy and upset. It should be him between your legs, he should be getting you off, he could make you feel so much better. He’ll stand there and stroke himself a few times through his jeans before either running off to his room or crawling on top of you to take over.

#needing to be dicked down and then having seven hot roommates??#sign me up #obey me smut #midnight thirsts

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bbytamaki · 1 year

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big biiig men with their itty bitty babies on their chest :(

black!gn reader (referred to as mama)

little babies with your same brown skin and big eyes, but they definitely have his nose and his smile. them playing with legos and watching all of the bratz movies while you take a day to get your hair and nails done (all expenses covered ofc).

or taking their baby to parent & baby swim lessons. over half of their body is reaching above the 4 foot pool but still, they make the best of it. clapping their hands & singing the songs too. they never forget their little one’s special towel and after-practice snacks.

men who come to the dinner table after work to give you a kiss before they sit down, complete with a “hi mama” and a smile. your little one looks up with a face full of mac & cheese and grins. “hi mama!” both of your jaws hit the floor.

and when your baby isn’t having the best day, they try to mediate the situation. saying no to cookies before dinner ended in a tantrum of course, so you sat on the floor with your screaming baby and tried to reason with them. “would you like some fruit instead? dessert after.” as expected, they refuse loudly with “no’s” and kicking feet. then your husband comes in trying to contain his laugh.

he scoops up his baby and holds them out in front of him with his strong arms, giving them a pretend upset look (though he ends up smiling anyway). “if mama says cookies after dinner, we’ll have to eat cookies after dinner. you need to be nice to her. can you say sorry?” your baby looks down with big teary eyes and apologizes, crawling into your arms to give you a big hug.

big men who cradle their kids and hum some random tune they heard on the radio earlier to put them to sleep. it works like a charm every time, and soon enough he’s putting your baby to bed and kissing the top of their head before he gets to cuddle you to sleep.

— diavolo, mammon, simeon, beel, lucifer, jean, eren, reiner, onyankopon, draken, baji, rindou, kakucho, inui, mitsuya , aizawa, bakugo, aran, ushijima, aone, gojo, choso, nanami, aki, kishibe

#what did sza say?#gimme a big boy >:(#obey me headcanons #obey me x reader #aot headcanons #aot x black reader #aot x reader #tokyo revengers x reader #tokyo revengers x black reader #jjk headcanons #jjk x black reader #bnha headcannons #bnha x black reader #haikyuu headcanons #haikyuu x black reader #csm headcanons #csm x black reader #csm x reader

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pandora-whowalksbetween · 1 year

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Can they sleep in jeans?

Lucifer: Only on accident. If he passes out from being so fucking tired all the time he passes out, what else can I say.

Mammon: Yes. He won't sleep in a shirt but he'll sleep in the thickest stiffest denim like a freak.

Levi: No. Sensory issues.

Satan: Yes. He doesn't like to but if he passes out reading, or is exhauseted to the point of having no motivation to change into pjs, he doesn't give a shit.

Asmodeus: Are you kidding? Absolutely not, hell no, never ever ever.

Beel: No. Gets too sweaty.

Belphie: Actually, No. He’ll kick them off in his sleep if he has to.

#disclaimer that this comes from a person who does in fact sleep in jeans #unless it's hot but in that situation i wouldn't wear any pants so idk if that counts #obey me headcanons #obey me imagines

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yunoftheclouds · 1 month

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Here is my take on the Obey Me! brothers but genderbent!

If you don’t like genderbends, please keep scrolling :’)

Individual files and comments under the cut :D

I wasn’t exactly sure what to do for her body type? But I did know I wanted her to have businesswoman vibes,,, I didn’t change the outfit much since it still fit in my opinion—save for the best and the shoes. Did you know women’s clothing has the buttons on the other side? That’s why it’s “backwards”. I also hate Lucifer’s OG shoes d(￣￣) so I swapped it out. Also figured a bun to keep her hair out of her face would be nice.

Honestly I don’t understand Mammon very much so I struggled a lot with the body type,,, I wanted to give everyone a body type that suited them, but it’s hard to do that when you don’t understand a character fully. I did try my best though! I also love the lighter palm detail on darker skintones,,, so pretty. Also you can’t tell me she wouldn’t wear ripped jeans. I won’t listen.

Gamer girl! Everyone always bullies Levi in their genderbent designs by making her flat,, it’s funny but I think it somewhat fits? I also changed her trousers to what I think she’d wear :’)

My personal favourite of the ones I’ve done! I may be biased though since Satan is my favourite in the game,,, lol. Again with the flipped jacket because women’s clothing yadda yadda. I’ve had this body headcannon for a while so I’m happy to finally execute it.

I don’t have much to say about Asmo—she’s just a girl living in her own world. Once again this is based on how I feel like she’d dress.

I didn’t change much at all with Beel. Before you come at me with “why didn’t you give her a big chest” please remember that they’re fat storages!!! With how much Beel exercises she wouldn’t be able to biologically have that (=´∀｀)

Haha insert cow joke here- okay but seriously, she seems like she’d be a really nice to cuddle with,,, Since she’s sloth I’d assume she wouldn’t be super skinny, so I gave her some chub. So cute. She has also been freed of the ugly pants OG Belphie has. ᕦ(ò_óˇ)ᕤ

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strawberry-cowmilk · 8 months

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the brothers at the gym

a/n: I told myself I'd start going to the gym 5 months ago but that never happened (hopefully maybe this will motivate me idk) I bought a whole gym outfit this has to happen

mc's gender is not mentioned, not proof read

content warnings: none

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Lucifer

he barely has time for any of that but if he actually does go to the gym it's a private one maybe at diavolo's castle

because he doesn't need the entire devildom to see him, mr avatar of pride, on one of those standing bikes

the first time lucifer went there, diavolo wanted to join him in matching tracksuits and he almost got a migraine (diavolo also got a third one for you)

Mammon

he actually goes to the gym sometimes, as in if he's got a monthly subscription it's not going to waste

mammon uses every machine except for that one where you have to push with your legs and your seat goes back (I don't know what it's called)

every time you join him, mammon tries to impress you by maybe lifting the heaviest weight but it never goes well

Leviathan

this man is not leaving the house, if you ever see him near a gym it's because you asked him him to go with you and/ or promised to buy him anime or tsl merch after

maybe it's better to just burrow some stuff from beel because levi would use a gym membership once only

he complains about how 'this is not otaku-friendly' every 5 minutes and the next day everything hurts

Satan

if he wants to get some exercise he just goes for a run outside or borrows some weights from beel

he'd consider getting a membership if you have one so he can join you but overall satan is not much of a gym person

he'd rather stay inside and read a book with coffee instead of sweating in a gym

also he's the type of person who would exercise in jeans

Asmodeus

he has a membership but doesn't use it a lot, he usually just goes with somebody else too (if you are a frequent gym attendee asmo will ask to go with you almost every time) abd he uses like 3 machines before being done with it

asmo joins satan on his runs more than he uses his membership

plus he owns juicy tracksuits (very important note: if you are my usual retailer I get stuff from please restock the pastel pink one in my size I am going insane thank you)

Beelzebub

beel is obviously the brother who attends the gym the most

and he stays there for hours, uses every machine 80 times and brings 6 water bottles

if you go with him he'll play games with you like who can last the longest on the treadmill (he lets you win) (you know this)

the smoothie bar next to the gym is rich thanks to beel because he goes there after every workout and orders the whole menu

Belphegor

good luck

if you (or beel) actually get him to go to the gym together you'd have to have a fully charged music player with all his favorite music on it to prevent him from fleeing the gym after using one bike for one minute

one time he fell asleep in the changing room

it's probably better if you let him use beel's equipment at home, belphie might not use any of it though

#obey me #obey me shall we date #obey me scenarios #obey me swd #obey me imagines #obey me lucifer #obey me mammon #obey me leviathan #obey me satan #asmodeus obey me #beelzebub obey me #belphegor obey me #gn!mc

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onyourowndaisymae · 9 months

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Hi I didn’t know if your requests are still open but could i request prompt #8 gn!mc with Beel from obey me? Nsfw is preferred but sfw is fine as well :D

i'm assuming you're referring to my 500 follower event-- which i will absolutely still do (and laugh bc, as I'm writing this, we've reached 1k followers) -- gn!mc x beel, nsfw below the cut!

"let's get married."

beel's warm breath tickled the sensitive skin of your neck, lips grazing your throat before pressing soft, warm kisses along your jawline.

"yeah?" you murmur, smile creeping onto your face and into your voice. your hands run in comforting circles across the expanse of his bare back. "that's certainly new."

"would you do it, though? marry me, i mean."

"i dunno... what's got you thinking about marriage all of a sudden?"

your teasing only makes him grin against your shoulder, hips grinding into yours with slow, steady movements. lazy sundays were some of your favorites in the house of lamentation-- it meant you had time to sneak away, to savor the feeling of beel's body against your own. his palm slid up your hip and underneath the hem of your shirt to pull it up and off you. his fingers found your nipple and toyed with it carefully, rolling the sensitive bud back and forth between his fingers as you conversed.

"why not?" he counters, deep voice rumbling in his chest. "if we get married, maybe you won't have to leave the devildom so often... you can just stay here with me."

before you can answer, he's unbuckling your pants, hungry eyes guiding eager fingers past your waistline and into your underwear. he strokes carefully at your arousal, scooting down to bring his tongue to your nipple instead. it seemed he didn't have anything else to offer you in terms of an explanation-- his gaze was heavy with want, indescribable need as he waited for your response. he wanted to gorge himself on you fully. gluttony blended into greed just as easily as it did lust, a mixture of sins clouding his mind as his fingers toy with you. he pulled them from your pants to drench them in his saliva before promptly slipping them inside you, one after the other, easing into your warmth before curling them into a spot that make you moan, made your hips jerk as colors danced across your vision.

"b-beel, i--" you're interrupted by your own whine-- then by beel's aimless babbling.

"wanna marry you," he murmurs between hot kisses and feverish licks across the expanse of your chest, getting impatient as he moves to your other nipple. "want to make you all mine, keep you close so i can have you whenever i want... i wanna be your family, your husband, i--"

"--yes, beel!"

he's surprised by your outburst, blinking before meeting your gaze, all actions stopped dead in their tracks as the two of you stared in silence. red marks bloom across your chest-- had he really been sucking and biting at your skin as he babbled like that? sometimes beel couldn't comprehend the extent of his excitement for you until it looked him right in the eye. your chest heaved with effort as you squirmed, his thick fingers still heavy inside you.

a long moment passed. then another, then, part of the way through another--

"takes these off," he mumbles suddenly, pulling roughly at your jeans.

"we'll have this discussion another time," you agree.

#sorry i. feel like i have no ability to write beel sometimes #i have no idea if this is ooc or not #but i hope you enjoy regardless!#obey me #obey me shall we date #obey me swd #obey me nightbringer #obey me nb #obey me beelzebub #obey me beel #obey me smut #obey me beelzebub x reader #obey me beel x reader #obey me beel smut #onyourowndaisymae 500 follower event!

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witheringwidgetwrites · 9 months

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Hello! I was wondering if you’d do a headcanon with our lovely demon brothers that have a s/o with a heavy yet still cute country accent? I have one myself and I genuinely curious to know their reactions! To add to that, maybe their s/o just calls basically everyone they meet “darlin’”

Absolutely,,, as I also have a southern accent myself! I am basing this off my personal customer service voice because that's how I got most tips lol

Lucifer

First he finds it a tad hard to understand you, especially the euphemisms.

Even if you explain, he's still confused.

Once he gets used to it, he's kind of drawn to it, it's a nice change of pace.

If you call him darlin, expect to see a light blush graze his cheeks.

A little disappointed once he realizes you call everyone that, and he's mortified when you call LORD DIAVOLO that right to his face!

Mammon

Definitely into it. Finds it endearing.

Gets so flustered when you call him darlin!!! until he hears you call someone else it,,,

Will probably poke fun at you, and definitely mimics it when he's alone. Tries to find out how you do it!!

Once you saw him down the hallway and waved, yelling "hey darlin'!" and he turned around, looking around. (Think the tiktok trend 'it's shredder, WHERE')

Leviathan

Has only heard it a few times in his entire life! There's a few animes like, 'Help! My Girlfriend Turned Into A Horse On Her Family Farm' and 'My Cute New American Coworker Just Moved Here And I Can't Understand Them!'

Lowkey attracted to it. Finds himself fantasizing about you and things you could say to him.

Runs away when he hears "Thank you Darlin'!" come from your lips. Genuinely bolts. Turns around, and just books it. I can't explain to you how fast he ran.

Gets quite jealous when he hears you call someone else darlin tho, starts thinking stuff like, 'oh of course it wasn't anything specific' or 'of course they didnt mean it in.... that way'

lol probably reminds him of Applejack from MLP. He's definitely watched it.

Asmodeus

Loves it. Adores it. Will outright ask you to say things. Specifically loves the way you say anything with a OW sound, like tOWn.

Starts to call you darling more as well. "My dearest darling, MC, come take a selfie with me!!"

Tries to dress you up in a lil cowperson getup. Hat, jeans, everything. Maybe jean shorts. Now he's fantasizing about all the cute ways he could dress you up!

Satan

Another boy that's intrigued. It's new to him, and he loves to be curious. Probably looks up southern customs.

He definitely researches courting customs from your area, but is disappointed when he finds out how old the traditions are, so you have absolutely no idea he's been trying to court you for months.

Doesn't mind the nickname, is also jealous though. Sometimes he has trouble understanding you through the thickness of your accent.

Beelzebub

Cocks his head at you when you first speak. Almost taken aback.

Grows on him quickly. He enjoys the nickname, and he's the least jealous of the brothers, besides maybe Asmo. He thinks it's so sweet to hear you call his brothers darlin!

First tries to get you to make human recipes the best you can, he wants to learn about your "culture" as he puts it.

Also tries to court you through customs, but he tries to make food from your home! It takes a while for him to get to this point though, and he's very bashful.

Belphegor

First hears you sass back Lucifer while he's in the attic. He likes the accent. Hates you. Chuckles a little, disappointed when Lucifer turns you away.

Probably mocks you, honestly. Mimicking your accent, poking a little fun at the way you say certain words, like 'water' and 'town'.

When you both grow closer, he hears the nickname for the first time. You can see a slight blush grow on his cheeks before he scoffs and starts to fall asleep.

Doesn't mind when you call Beel darlin, but anyone else? kind of a different story.

Probably also teases you, tickling you from behind before leaning real close and saying, "Want me to stop, darlin'?"

#obey me #obey me shall we date #satan x reader #obey me satan #obey me lucifer #obey me mammon #obey me leviathan #obey me asmodeus #obey me beelzebub #obey me belphegor #lucifer x reader #mammon x reader #leviathan x reader #asmodeus x reader #beelzebub x reader #belphegor x reader

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slasherstories123 · 4 months

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Hello there! I have a request on how Jason would react to a gn!s/o who Can see ghosts! His s/o doesn’t tell him bc they are too scared his would be creeped out. But they finally tell him while watching a movie together and his s/o then tells him that a particular ghost keeps following him (his mother) (Also his s/o Can see them and communicate with them)Basically his reaction and just a very fluff request:)

I see her

paring: Jason Voorhees x reader

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No one believed you when you said you could see ghosts. They’d look at you like you were crazy or smile and pretend to be interested in what you said. But you could see right through them. When you met Jason, you never told him about you being able to see ghosts thinking it’ll creep him out. Or maybe that he wouldn’t care. You kept it to yourself in hopes of not bothering him with something so stupid that could mean nothing to him.

The first time you saw a ghost in Camp Crystal Lake was when you first got there wanting to camp by yourself to get away from the outside world. You saw a woman in a light brown sweater with light blue jeans, and short blonde curly hair who would watch you from afar. You’d wave and try to communicate but she’d walk away or stare until you’d have to look away from her intense gaze. When you met Jason, she began to follow you and you’d try your best to not acknowledge her presence along with the other spirits you’d see along the cabins or by the lake.

Sometimes you couldn’t sleep without having a feeling that a spirit was watching you. Whenever you’re alone you’d try to communicate with the woman, but she never says anything. But she’d follow Jason a lot too. You know about Jason being a killer, but you’d never expect a victim to follow their killer everywhere. You and Jason decided to take a walk around the forest, walking hand in hand while looking at different plants and animals.

You felt at peace for once, until the woman came back. She was on the other side of Jason, she could see and feel ehr presence and it made you squeeze on Jason’s hand. It made Jason stop to look around since he saw your discomfort. “No Jace I’m fine,” You said while patting his arm to make him focus his attention on you. “No one’s here to hurt us. It’s okay.” You then squeezed his hand in reassurance.

You could tell he didn’t want to believe you but let it be when you squeezed his hand, continuing the walk down the forest. When you got back to your shared cabin a nervous pit rested in your stomach. Feeling the need to say something to him about the ghost that’s been following you. As you two were watching a movie you decided to speak up.

“Jason, there’s something I need to tell you.” You watched as his blue eyes stared down at you, wondering what you had to say. “There are two things. One, I can see spirits.. Or ghosts as people call it. I see them a lot in this forest. I can communicate with them too and some aren’t.. Necessarily happy with me here,” Jason’s eyes widened at your confession. Grabbing your hand as a way of comfort as you spoke which made you feel at ease. “Thank you, Jason, but the second thing is… I keep seeing a woman. She’ll follow me around but will tend to follow you the most.” The giant man tilted his head in confusion. You began to describe her features, and that’s when his eyes widened again. Pointing at himself. “She’s.. Related to you in a way?” He nodded.

You sat there, thinking how they could be related, it then hit you like a pile of bricks. The only way for Jason to all of a sudden become this sedimental is if it was his mother. “She’s..your mother?” He nodded.

It made sense given the backstory and urban legend of the Camp Crystal Lake killer. His mother was the first person to ever die, and he witnessed it. “Your mother watched us every time we were together Jason, and when you went on a hunt for victims I’d see her leave and follow you. She’s standing right by you.” Jason held your hand tighter with his head hung low. You placed your other hand on top of his at the sight of his mother standing by him. Hugging the big giant she called her son. Smiling at you for the first time since you’ve been there.

You gained his mothers trust. Since she’s not here. She counts on you to protect him, and to make him happy. She said a sentence that she wanted you to say to Jason.

“Jason, she says she loves you. She loves you so much and is glad to still see you alive. She’ll always watch over you too.” His masked forehead pressed against yours in a soft gesture that you couldn’t help but smile too. Holding one of his hands, movie being long forgotten.

#slashers #slasher fanfiction #slasher fluff #slasher imagines #slasher x you #slasher x reader #jason voorhees #jason voorhees drabble #jason voorhees oneshots #jason voorhees fanfic #jason voorhees x reader #jason voorhees fluff #friday the 13th #friday the thirteenth

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the-demonus-aunt · 1 year

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I was so happy that you open for request!

If you don't mind I want request someone for Lucifer, how about Lucifer dealing with Naughty MC and lucifer is also jealous that MC spoils his brothers too much (and accidentally forgets about him) so he decides to give MC "a little bit" of punishment

Shibari, Spanking, rough sex Kink Will do 😇

I hope this isn't too much, Feel free to ignore. Have a good day

Hope this is what you hoped for!

CN nsft. minors dni. lucifer x reader. rough. bondage. spanking. jealousy. possessiveness.

Busy Bees Get Stung

At this point, you might need a calendar just to coordinate all the ways the brothers were monopolizing your time.

Going shopping with Mammon and Asmo, gaming with Levi, visiting museums and botanical gardens with Satan. And that was just the Avatars – all the times Luke asked you to join another baking session and Solomon wanted to teach you another spell and Thirteen wanted to test another trap on you.

Now, of course, you love your boys to death and enjoy every minute with them. But by Dia, you were getting burnt out.

Which is why, tonight, you told Satan and Levi, Asmo and Mammon were taking you to a party. They, on the other hand, assumed you were visiting an art gallery with the Avatar of Wrath. Beel and Belphie thought you were studying. And the others – the others had heard a bunch of other lies.

Naturally, all hell was about to break loose, when Satan would meet Asmo in the hallway. Or when Mammon would ask Levi to game with him. Or when Belphie would plan to fall asleep on the couch next to you, only to find the library empty.

Foreseeing as you were, you were already on your way to hide in the only place no one would dare to enter: Lucifer’s bedroom. The eldest had taken a good chunk of his paperwork up there a while ago and surely he wouldn’t mind some company as long as you were quiet and left him to his work.

“Come in”, he invited you as you knocked on his door, but frowned when he realised you were carrying along a blanket and a bag of crisps.

“What on earth are you doing?”

“I need some alone time.”

“So you decide to bother me?”

“Jeez, Luce. I’ll leave you alone, just let me stay? Please?”

This was when one brow was raised and a smirk formed on his lips. He turned completely towards you in his chair: “Oh? Suddenly so desperate for my company?”

“I always am, you know that.” You plopped down on his couch, put your arms up on the backrest and smiled at him sweetly.

It took him maybe a second to stand in front of you and pull you up by your hair until you were facing each other. “Is that so? Because lately you don’t seem to care for my company at all, love. In fact, I feel like you might need a little reminder why you should.”

You could only huff, pain shooting through your nerve ends. He threw you back onto the couch and started loosening his tie. You just watched in awe, as he slowly stripped down, torn between rubbing your aching scalp and gawking at his muscles. You guessed that it had been a while…

Lucifer stopped in his tracks: “You’re going to regret every second it takes you to undress.” He slipped his belt out of its loops. “One.”

You knew better than to test him. “Two.” Why was it so hard to get out of skinny jeans? “Three.” The demon was losing his shoes and pants, strutting over to his little cabinet of pain.

It took you 12 seconds. You threw a horrified glare towards your significant other when he returned to you with six ropes, all in as deep a red as his eyes. He did not talk to you while he placed them around you: Around your torso, caressing your skin, but never grazing where you wanted him to most. Around your wrists, placing little kisses around them, but never looking up at you. Around your thighs, prying your legs apart and tying you up in a way that constricted you from closing them.

At the end of it all, you were laying on his bed, face planted into his satin pillows and receiving blow after blow on your bare ass. “Six. For the way you danced with Mammon and Satan and Mephistopheles, of all of them, but could not spare a moment for me at Lord Diavolo’s gala.”

“Seven. For the mischievous glances you and Mammon have been exchanging, leaving me out of the loop. Again.”

Tears were already streaming down your face. He sure wasn’t holding back. Was the Avatar of Pride actually hurt because you hadn’t given him enough attention?

“Eight. For using my room as a refuge when you finally got sick of their antics.”

“Nine. For that being the only reason you show up at my door after two weeks.”

Every spanking left a burning mark on your ass and he did not leave you enough time to breathe it out. Yet, you could not deny how unbearably wet you were getting. And he knew. He could definitely see your lips glistening more and more with every number he counted down.

“Eleven. For still not apologising for your outrageous behaviour. And twelve. For taking this like the needy little slut you really are.”

The last smack was the hardest and immediately followed by his hard cock pressing his way into you to the hilt, no preparation, no mercy. Yet again, his slender fingers found their way into your hair, pulling you up, as he bowed over you to whisper in your ear.

“From now on, you will know better than to keep me waiting around. Know your place, next to me, as my partner. You belong to me as I belong to you. And I expect you to behave accordingly.”

Every syllable was accompanied by a firm thrust and a shiver running down your skin, as his deep voice settled over you.

“I’m sorry, Lucifer. I love you, Lucifer.” And he rewarded you with a bite to your neck and his fingers on your clit.

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