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house arrest 4
afab!mc x asmo description: NSFW, you are confined to your room for your own protection. But how long will that last when the only thing standing between you and your housemates is a door and some willpower? Asmo knows you need a break.
warnings: breeding kink with talk scents/scenting, afab reader with she/her pronouns. dubcon warning!!! This one turned out sounding kind of sketch in places, but actions depicted are intended to be consensual. spoilers: aphrodisiac used.
|| Intro || Mammon || Asmo (mini) || Levi || Satan (mini) || Beel || Lucifer (mini) || Asmo || Belphie (mini) || Belphie || Barbatos (mini) ||
Asmo:
Asmo: I heard what happened.
Asmo: If you need a little something for those love bites, come see me. It's incredible what Devildom cosmetics can do.
Asmo:
You puffed a little laugh watching the messages roll in. Leave it to Asmo to be so sweet under such ridiculous circumstances.
Turning your phone face down on the pillow beside you, you folded your hands over your chest, staring up at the ceiling and taking inventory of the situation at hand. In the motion, your hands briefly brushed against a stray bite mark, sending a jolt of pleasure-pain throughout your body.
You had, by your estimation, about three more days under the microscope. The halfway point had snuck up on you amidst a flurry of seemingly nonstop activity. Until now, you hadn't had a chance to breathe, let alone strategize.
Responding to those messages meant walking straight into a trap, of that much you could be certain. Truthfully, his distance thus far had surprised you. Asmo was something of a dark horse; an unpredictability bubbled just under his surface. Surrounded by his sin, comfortable and in his element, there was no way of knowing how his behavior would manifest.
Well, there was one way.
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“Aww, muffin! You came!” Asmo cheered, swinging the door open before you could even knock. He flung his arms around your neck and pulled you into a tight hug.
He paused to take a good look at you, lightly chiding: “You're a mess, you poor thing! Come on, let's get you fixed up.”
Linking his arm in yours, Asmo led you inside where he left you waiting at the edge of his bed while he broke away to dig through a readily prepared stash of bottles and assorted sundries.
“Brutes, all of them,” He clucked his tongue, “You’ll have to tell me all about it, obviously.”
You laughed, settling back amongst the pillows, “They’re not so bad. They’re trying.”
“Please. You coddle them,” The demon teased, rolling his eyes at you, “Meanwhile, you look like a chew toy.”
“Gee, thanks.”
“No need to worry, Asmo-chan is here!” He sing-songed, joining you on the bed with an armful of products, “And I’ve got just the thing- I brought my most powerful arsenal.”
This seemed… normal? Too normal, you thought. Asmo chattered on happily, laying out his choices one-by-one and explaining the benefits of each. All else aside, it felt like any other spa day. Perhaps you shouldn’t have been surprised that The Avatar of Lust remained unfazed in the face of something that may very well be considered a mundane part of his domain. After all, Asmo had been the one to keep a cool head back when…
“Sounds good?” He chirped, holding up a jar in the shape of a deep purple crystal, eyes glittering with excitement.
“S-sure!” You nodded, hoping your eagerness covered up the fact you had entirely zoned out during his presentation.
“Yay~” He unscrewed the lid, “Then we can start with ones on your neck.”
You tried to relax, craning your head to one side. Asmo gathered some of the lightly-scented balm between his fingers and you sighed when he softly traced the sensitive marks.
“This stuff works quickly,” He assured you, extending the motion down to your collarbone, “I didn’t think Beel would be so bitey. On second thought, I guess it does make sense…”
With a practiced familiarity, you reached to pull your shirt overhead, “I think he got me on my back, too.”
“Ooh, lemme see!”
You rolled onto your stomach and buried your face into one of about a thousand silk pillows. Asmo gasped. Chuckling to himself, he wasted no time getting to work on your shoulders, and although you jumped at his touch at first, you soon found yourself sinking into its warmth.
You were feeling pretty warm.
“They're fading already,” Asmo said, sounding impressed with himself. He positioned himself over you, straddling your hips for purchase, ministrations straying closer to a massage than a cosmetic treatment.
“Is that why I'm so warm?” You asked, groaning in appreciation as he helpfully teased out a knot between your shoulder blades.
“That's probably the magdalena extract,” He giggled, breath tickling the shell of your ear, “Like I said, this stuff works fast.”
You rolled the name over in your mind, trying to remember where you had heard it before. A fog was encroaching on your thoughts, swaddling your head in a thick haze reminiscent of being wine-drunk.
“Do you like it?” The fifth-born's voice stayed soft and playful as his hands glided down the small of your back. You set your remaining thoughts aside and sighed again, feeling yourself become putty in his hands.
“Good,” He cooed, nuzzling your neck and nipping gently at your ear, “Then, do you want to turn over so I can get the rest of you?”
You hummed in agreement, turning underneath him when he rose up on his knees enough for you to move. Once situated on your back, Asmo lowered down to sit on you, again; his lithe frame light enough to not cause any discomfort, but heavy enough to keep you in place. You studied him through lowered lashes– he truly was beautiful.
“Ah, there you are,” He said as if seeing you for the first time. He tucked a lock of hair behind your ear, tangerine gaze raking over your flushed body.
Magdalena extract.
The name continued to echo somewhere in the back of your mind.
Asmo collected a generous amount of the salve, warming it between his hands before tenderly cupping your abused chest. His tongue poked out cutely between his lips in concentration, perfectly manicured fingers trailing feather-light over fading teeth imprints and rapidly stiffening nipple peaks.
It's an aphrodisiac. An alarm bell sounded somewhere in the distance. You were too far away to pay it any attention.
“I swear, these boys have no idea how it's done,” He murmured, more to himself than to you, and leaned in to take one of your nipples into his mouth. He lapped around the sensitive bud, sending you reeling. Your eyes rolled back as your body exploded in sensation, arching off the mattress.
What the fuck was that? You wouldn't have time to think too hard about it.
“Shh,” He lovingly shushed you, stuffing two fingers in your mouth, “You don't want to get us caught, do you~?”
You whimpered around the digits’ probing– even their intrusion was starting to feel good. Asmo turned his attention back to your body. He trailed his free hand down your side, tracing the hem of your waistband.
“Can I?” He looked up at you with a hopeful smile. You nodded, eager to shed the remaining clothes covering your feverish skin. Asmo removed his fingers from your mouth to help shimmy you out of your bottoms.
“You know,” The demon said, parting your legs to sit between them, “Your scent has been driving me crazy for almost a week now.” He pouted, “It's pretty rude.”
Goosebumps cropped up along your thighs, following the path of his hands applying more healing balm. You lifted your hips for him, allowing space for him to slip his hands under your ass.
“Besides, everyone's been paying attention to you,” Asmo huffed, kissing each of your hip bones. Your eyes watered. “That doesn't seem fair.”
“ -‘m sorry,” You managed to whine, rolling your hips against your will. You ached for more.
He giggled again, placing a few more kisses along your stomach, “Aww, that's okay. We'll have plenty of time for you to give me attention. Lucifer thinks I left the house hours ago.”
The words hardly registered. Asmo offered you two of his fingers again, which you readily accepted into your mouth. You twisted your tongue around them and sucked, and he looked at you like you hung the stars.
He was right. There was plenty of time
to be spent lavishing one another with affection– and what more perfect place to start, he thought, than playing with your adorable puffy clit until you cried that you loved him.
You had all night, after all.
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the first time—
obey me boys x reader
wc : 3.k
warnings : mild mc injuries, reference to lesson 16 (belphie)
synopsis : a collection of firsts with your pining boys + Luke cause I adore hims (and minus asmo)
a/n : why asmo isn’t included : here
Lucifer
the first time you felt his bare touch
Solomon’s new potion experiment made you sick : feverish, sluggish, barely being able to walk without stumbling. You definitely shouldn’t have tested it for him during RAD, because now you were disoriented, and leaned up against the hallway wall when you should be in class.
Lithe fingers grabbed your jaw gently, sending shivers down your body; their touch was cold and soft...comforting. It felt nice.
Without bothering to open your eyes, your own hand came up to grasp theirs. You leaned into the touch and let out a miserable noise. A deep, familiar, chuckle made you snap your eyes open.
Lucifer stood in front of you with an amused, albeit concerned, smile on his face. “Mc, it seems you’re running a fever.”
But you weren’t focused on his words, no. You were focused on his ungloved hand. You trailed your fingers across the exposed skin, running over each of his digits before you noticed his nails.
Red. His nails were red. Of course they were red. The sight alone made you smile, and against your better judgment, you pulled his hand up to place kisses on each of his fingertips.
Ruby eyes widened slightly at your action, body forcibly repressing shivers and the stupid blush that wanted to crawl up his face. “Mc.”
“Let’s just stay here for a bit, please.” You knew he could fix your sickness with a snap of his fingers, but... “Wanna feel your touch.”
And maybe Lucifer shouldn’t get in the habit of spoiling you, but you’re pouting and nuzzling into his hand, and he can’t deny the pride swelling in his chest because you’d rather be sick and miserable than have him pull away and tug his glove back on.
“Of course.”
(As he slid down the wall to sit on the floor with you, he made the fever disappear anyway. Your bright smile made missing class worth it, especially when you tugged off his other glove and rested your face in his hands.)
Mammon
the first time you kissed him
“Thank you, Mammon.”
Your soft tone had him looking up from your rather poorly bandaged wrist, eyebrows furrowed, “Y-yeah, of c-course.” His mouth was pulled into a frown as he finished up. How could he have been so careless? He should’ve been standing closer to you. He should’ve gotten up even after he slipped and protected you. He should’ve-
“Mammon?”
Blue eyes snapped up, meeting your worried e/c hues. Fuck, it made his heart lurch. “Next time I’m gonna be the one that saves you. Me. Not Lucifer, not anyone else. A-and if I can’t save you, your only other choice is to die! It’s me or no one!”
You nodded softly, gaze never straying from his. “You or no one.”
He nodded back absentmindedly, not wanting to ruin the atmosphere with his stupid fumbling. Faintly, he recognizes that Beel could be coming back at any second, but when your hand brushes against his cheek he can’t help but lean closer.
“You’re so sweet, Mammon…” you cradled his face with both hands now, gently pulling him forward, “My best first man.” your lips slotted over his hesitantly and just a bit clumsily.
His heart nearly shot out of his chest at the way you were being so soft with him— a demon. So he reciprocates the kiss just as softly, if not a little more firmly. And he could almost float back to the celestial realm with how light he feels when you press just a little closer to him.
(And yeah he’s greedy, he’s the fucking avatar of greed, so Mammon doesn’t feel bad in the slightest when your phone starts buzzing with incoming texts from Levi. He just pulls you in closer, makes you stay with him just a bit longer because now he’s addicted to the feel of your kiss.)
Levi
the first time you linked hands
When you heard there was going to be a ball during your retreat at the Demon Lord’s Castle, you were excited! You enjoyed the thought of getting to dress up and dance like the fairy tales, but the actual thing had you feeling nervous; there were so. many. people. Demons, really, but that actually made it worse.
And after being politely threatened by Lucifer (again), you and your now very much aching hand were ready to curl up and disappear. But that wasn’t an option, so you wandered around close to the walls until a gentle touch made you stop.
“M-mc?” Levi’s tail had curled around your wrist while he stood shifting his weight around. As his hand moved to brush against yours, he didn’t make a single sound, choosing instead to ask his question silently.
‘D-do you w-want to h-h-hold my h-hand?’
Even though he wasn’t speaking, you could still hear his cute, nervous stuttering clear as day in your mind; it makes you smile and step closer. Your pinky wraps around his in a ‘yes’, feeling grateful he noticed your discomfort.
Levi jolts, having been prepared to get rejected. His face burns with an alarming red but he slowly intertwines all your fingers together nonetheless. Almost instinctively, his thumb begins rubbing circles over yours, “D-do you f-feel better y-yet?”
You did. Even the ache Lucifer caused in your hand seemed to dull at his bashful smile. “Yes, Levi. Thank you.”
He nodded, pushing down the urge to curl up and hide away when you squeezed his hand, making him jolt again. The sound of your fond laughter sent him reeling and he awkwardly squeezed back just to hear it again and again.
(He can feel his palms growing sweaty as the time passes, and Levi is all but amazed you seem to not care. Your fingers stay tangled with his, palms never breaking contact, even if you have to tug one another clumsily so you can walk around another guest without letting go. It makes Levi all fuzzy and warm— and he’s pretty sure it’s not just because it’s getting hot in the ballroom.)
Satan
the first time you genuinely smiled at him
It had been nearly a week since you, Lucifer, Mammon, and Satan returned home from the fiasco in London. Things were good between you and the fourth born, much to his delight. He wasn’t expecting it since he did try to attack you before the trip, even if he already apologized for it.
A ‘I’ve actually gotten pretty used to it?’ was thrown out before you were dragging him down to dinner by his sleeve. Being in the devildom, Satan supposes he should be glad that you aren’t giving such severe reactions to these things like you were when you first arrived (the ordeal with Lucifer and the grimoire was another thing entirely), but he still feels as though he should make up for losing his cool.
He decided on asking what your favorite book is so he can get himself a copy to read and then get you a copy of his favorite book in return. As he sat reading, waiting for you to arrive, he failed to notice your presence in the doorway until you rapped your knuckles on the wood.
Placing his bookmark, Satan stood up, excited to give you his gift when he had the breath stolen from him. You hadn’t moved but now you were holding up a lanyard, a familiar chocolate lizard attached, with a beaming smile.
His fingers clutched at his identical keychain, one he’d tied to his favorite bookmark. You’d noticed. It made you happy. You were smiling at him. He’d never seen such genuineness directed at him from you and the sight itself, the feeling of being on the receiving end of it, made him beam right back as he held out the book for you.
(And when you settle down beside him on the common room couch, immersed in reading the book he’d gotten you- his favorite- Satan can’t resist peering over the top of his own book to take in your reactions. Because when you smile at the story, it almost feels like you’re still smiling at him.)
Beel
the first time you cooked for him, only him
[HoL gc; Beel] :(. :((. :(((. :((((.
[HoL gc; Lucifer] Put your D.D.D down and rest. We’ll bring you something after school.
You frowned at Beel’s obvious misery, knowing the sickness had to be bad if he couldn’t make it to school. The thought of him with a fever, bedridden and being unable to get food from the fridge- and possibly not even being able to keep it down- made your stomach twist unpleasantly.
[Mc] Stay in bed for me, bub.
Beel whined pitifully at your text, stomach rumbling and head aching. “Mc…” he rolled over, arms moving to cover his face when yours popped in his vision. “M-mc?” Despite being confused at your presence, he tugged you closer to his feverish body.
“Hi, bubs. ‘M here. Not goin’ anywhere, okay?” Rubbing a cool rag over his face, neck, and chest, you smiled down at him reassuringly, “You smell that? I brought you some food. Cooked it just for you.”
His sense of smell was severely dulled from the sickness, but at the mention of your cooking, he sniffed a couple times until he could pick up the faint aroma, “Just f-for me? You should be in school…Lucifer’s going to get mad.”
You shook your head, dismissing his worries, “Shh. I left to cook some ‘feel better’ food for my favorite red-head. Ain’t no better reason to skip than that, now here. Try and eat as much as you can- it should all be easy on your stomach.”
He sips at the soup first, eyeing the rest of the dishes he easily made out as popular human world remedies. Beel’s stomach growls in appreciation and his heart beats two times faster, “Thank you, Mc! Eat some with me?”
(The Fangol game on friday he had to get better for was forgotten as you sat by his side and shared food. Your insistence to let him eat first, and the majority, made his cheeks flush hotter than the fever. Food tastes better when he could eat it with you and it tasted even better when you made it for him…stay with him until he gets better. And all the days after, too.)
Belphie
the first time you hugged him (again)
“Stupid Lucifer and his stupid lectures and stupid face-“
You bit your lip to keep from grinning as you rounded the corner and peeked into the planetarium. “Belphie?” The sight of a tail flicking angrily made you snort.
He turned, lips pursed in a pout and eyebrows furrowed, “What?”
A smile finally tugged at your lips, hand coming up to smooth back his hair, being mindful of his horns. The shocked expression you received was amusing and you couldn’t help but laugh, “Aww.”
“D-don’t ‘aww’ at me!” Belphie’s face flushed as he shook his head, making his hair fall back into place. The loss of warmth from your touch made him frown, “What do you want?”
You sighed at his tense stature. “Lucifer can be a jerk sometimes. Don’t worry about him.” Your arms wrapped around his waist tightly in a hug; he felt…good.
Meanwhile Belphie ran stiff as a board, eyes widening comically and mouth dropping open. This feeling…he remembered it— he’s craved it ever since-
“You did it! You actually did it! I’m free now!” His chest felt weird and fuzzy when you jumped into his open arms, laughing with him, though he didn’t dwell on the feeling for long.
A quiet gasp escaped him when you began to pull back, arms instinctively curling around you, “Don’t. Stay.”
And you did.
(The warmth spreading through his body was almost too hot, but Belphie revels in it because you’re hugging him— even after what happened last time. He thinks he can get used to the burn if it means you won’t let go.)
Diavolo
the first time you treated him like a real friend
The student council hall was quiet. The demons already present were taking the time to enjoy the rare silence when the door slammed open rather obnoxiously.
“DIA!”
The Prince of Hell jumped. His head whipped around, jaw on the floor, and his sparkling eyes almost missed the way you were drenched from head to toe. Almost. “Oh dear, what happened, Mc?”
Listen to that worried tone. It’s like he wasn’t throwing a party inside his brain.
Before Lucifer could open his mouth and scold you, your arms were stretched out towards the Prince with a pout on your face. “The Little D’s threw water balloons at me…” you tilted your head, “They said you told them to!”
Uh-oh. “It seems they mistook my instructions for Lucifer for you instead…I’m terribly sorry, Mc.”
A grin graced Barbatos’ features, “Perhaps next time you should not talk about them both at the same time.”
“Yes, yes-“ Diavolo wasn’t listening. He was too busy shrugging his coat off and draping it around you, “I am truly sorry. What can I do to make it up to you?”
You gave a sly smile, “Just stand still please.”
“Stand still-?!” A red water balloon hit the prince smack in the chest. Coldness spread across his chest as the liquid seeped into his shirt, but his chest had never felt warmer. No one would ever dare to do anything of the sort to him, the prince, but you…you did it with a smile.
He likes your smile.
(Diavolo couldn’t help himself when he lifted you in the air, spinning you around with a booming laugh that was reciprocated sweetly. Friendship was the stepping stone to becoming even closer with you, and if he has to endure Lucifer and Barbatos’ lectures to do that, he’ll do it a thousand times if it’s for you.)
Barbatos
the first time you helped him work
Lucifer had caught you on your way home from RAD, asking if you’d rather come with him to the Demon Lord’s Castle (Levi accidentally summoned Lotan again so he and everyone else were cleaning up and the first born thought he’d spare you the headache.)
So you arrived with Lucifer in tow (you wanted to knock), giving the prince and Barbatos quite the delight. You stayed behind with the latter, as Lucifer and Diavolo had business to discuss, and happily followed him to the kitchen.
“Been working on any new sweets, Barb?” You eye the empty icing bowls on the counter, shimmying past the demon to scoop some onto your finger.
He chuckles, “I have. The only thing left to do is pipe the designs on.” Barbatos was used to you watching him bake, so he was a bit puzzled when you began to collect the dirty dishes from around the kitchen instead.
You hummed as you danced around the demon to reach the sink. Small bubbles floated up as piled the dishes up in the water, making you giggle.
“Mc?” Barbatos places down the icing pipe and makes his way over to you, “What are you doing?”
“Washing dishes? You’ll have to go take their tea up to them in a bit and I know you wanted to get those cookies decorated, so I thought I’d help out!”
Green eyes softened, lips curling into a small smile. “How thoughtful of you.”
(Barbatos has never failed to deliver the young master’s tea in the millennia he’s been his steward, but for today, the butler hopes his master won’t mind. He’d truly hate to have to miss out on your cheerful face as you blew soap bubbles at him.)
Simeon
the first time you saw his wings
The grip you had on Simeon’s hand only got tighter as the group of demons stalked closer. Normally you wouldn’t worry- you weren’t helpless and you had an angel with you- but there were just so many of them with nowhere to go.
Lower level demons, but they were smart enough to know they needed to gang up on the devildom’s human and their angel pet. “What’s with those looks? Not gonna call for help?” One of the taller demons shifted and lashed their tail at your face, slicing your cheek open.
Simeon saw red. His hand ripped from yours as he moved to stand in front of you, eyes narrowed dangerously. “Tch.” White wings sprouted from his back, spanning out to their full length; they glowed brightly, sending every demon in the vicinity scrambling.
“Simeon…”
The angel tensed at your quiet tone, head craning around to watch you shuffle around. Were you scared? Was he too frightening? Did he accidentally hurt you? “Mc-”
“They’re beautiful.” Awe filled eyes gazed at him with adoration, “You’re beautiful.” Your hand stretched out absentmindedly, a smile stretching across your face when his wing extended toward you.
Meanwhile, Simeon was floored. Your reaction, your smile, the gentle way you caressed his wings- it was all dizzying and rejuvenating at the same time. Father help him, he seriously considered you were the angel instead.
“Oh-! I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to touch them! Angel wings are probably sacred or something-” You moved to pull your hand back, but lithe fingers wrapped around your wrist, preventing yours from leaving his feathers.
“Please, touch them as much as you like.”
(Seeing an angel’s wings, much less touching them, was sacred. Simeon couldn’t bring himself to care, though. He’d kneel before you if you wanted him to- fuck he was so smitten with you. Corrupt him, do what you wish, just don’t make him go without the feel of your touch.)
Solomon
the first time you told him you missed him
You clutched the phone tighter when Mammon hung up, letting out a sigh. When it buzzed again, this time with texts, you checked half-heartedly before getting excited at the name displayed.
[Solomon] Hey. How are you doing? It’s been a while.
[Mc] It sucks. This sucks. I miss the Devildom.
[Solomon] Do you now? By the way, Mc, I can’t help wondering…
“When were you gonna mention how much you miss me?” Solomon's lips pull into the biggest grin you’ve ever seen him have, “Surprise! You didn’t expect this, did you?”
You drop your D.D.D and throw your arms around his neck, bubbly laugh echoing through the street, “Solomon! I missed you so fucking much, holy shit, you’re actually here!”
The sorcerer stood, lips parted in shock, and arms raised in the air slightly. He could feel your warmth seeping through his clothes and for just a moment, Solomon forgot all he knew about self-restraint and snaked his arms around you tightly.
Jumping up to wrap your legs around his waist, you laughed even harder when he stumbled back slightly from the added weight. You knew Solomon had to be absolutely shell-shocked; the two of you never got affectionate like this with one another before (slightly due to the brothers butting in) but you just…
“Missed me a lot, huh? I must admit, I wasn’t expecting this kind of reaction.” He leaned back to show you his smile- and the rare baby pink blush that dusted over his cheeks.
The sight made you swoon, “Well I did. I missed you. Badly.”
(When Solomon put you down, the warmth faded away too fast for his liking. His fingers twitched at his sides, lips pulling into a slight frown before he was reaching out for you, tugging you back into his arms. The Devildom could wait for a little while longer— Solomon wasn’t ready to let you go just yet.)
Luke
the first time you made him speechless
The young Angel didn’t like to admit to having nightmares. While he obviously knew it was something everyone- no matter the age- could suffer from, he still didn’t want to burden anyone with his ‘childish’ dreams. Tonight had been especially bad though, and Luke’s resolve finally cracked; he found himself seeking your reassurance without thinking.
[11:29pm] Mc, are you awake? I had a nightmare…
Luke tells himself he’s stupid- of course you’re asleep! It’s a school night and he shouldn’t be bothering you. He forces himself to lay back down, trying to shoo away the disappointment in his chest.
[11:45pm] Luke! Come open the door!!
Luke stares at his phone for a few seconds before he’s scrambling quietly to the front door, “Mc?! W-what are you doing here?!”
“You said you had a nightmare, right? I brought my clothes and stuff for school tomorrow so we could have a little sleepover! Being with someone else always helps me after I have a nightmare.”
Blue eyes stare in disbelief as you easily make your way through the halls, heading straight towards his room. He’s silent the entire time, watching you settle into his bed, piling up the covers comfortably before patting the spot beside you. And as Luke slips back under the blankets and cuddles into your side, he hears you humming a soft tune and refuses to open his mouth in fear of interrupting you after you’ve come all this way— just because he had a nightmare.
‘Mc…thank you.’
(Simeon comes to wake Luke up after not seeing him in the kitchen for breakfast and pauses, lips curling into a grin. You're wrapped around Luke like a barrier against the outside world, intent on protecting him, even in your sleep. He figures he should quickly text Lucifer though, before he has to deal with the wrath of 7 brothers when they figure out their Mc disappeared in the night.)
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Even More Headcanons About Living In The HoL
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- You have purchased a fridge for your room for personal snacks and drinks that you don’t want to share. You... still end up sharing. Beel’s pouty face is hard to say no to.
- You also have a microwave. You tend to keep a few boxes of popcorn for Beel in your room. It’s cheap and easy so he can normally snack on that for quite a bit before he needs something more substantial.
- Because you have a fridge, Asmo got a mini one for his room to store his products in so that Beel would stop eating them and thinking they were snacks.
- You cannot and do not watch Food Network or shows about food. The shows tend to make you hungry. They make Beelzebub absolutely feral and after trying to watch a cooking competition show he ate the entire refrigerator. Not just the food. The ACTUAL fridge. Lucifer was glad that you said ‘never again’ and never had to make it an official rule.
- Satan’s room occasionally gets so disastrous he sleeps in your room. Until Lucifer figures out the reason why and forces him to spend time cleaning his room.
- For the Wheelchair races (the electric one Dia bought you and Luce bought for household shenanigans), the overall winner is Luke. He’s so light the chair zips around pretty quickly. Belphie is second. Last place is Beel. He’s so much muscle, the wheelchair can barely move when he gets on it.
- You were fortunate enough to witness one of the very rare times Lucifer and Satan got physical in their fights. This would normally be horrific. However the two LITERALLY butted heads with their horns out and the two got tangled up and you recorded the two of them trying to untangle themselves before finally telling them they can just go back to human form. They had been too upset to think of that solution.
- Levi figured out you have a tail kink and now whenever he’s in the mood, he’s started to poke at you with his tail. Wrapping it around your leg, poking your side... He’s slowly getting more assertive with it. It stopped for awhile when Mammon realized what Levi was doing and teased him, but a proper shaming of Mammon and reassurance to Levi fixed that.
- Mammon has discovered Disney and he loves every single Disney Princess movie. He ugly cries during a lot of them (Mulan was the roughest cry). His favorite is Mulan because her love for her family led her to great dangers. So he relates to her the most.
- Belphie has told you exactly how entwined he and Beel’s twin link is. He’s described exact food he’s eating. And even can describe what sexual acts you and Beel are doing and that it makes him jealous when he can feel it. He was surprised you found it strange, but you did tell him that human twins don’t have links that strong.
- You HAVE had serious discussions with ALL of your loved ones about the day where circumstances and life or position (for Diavolo) where you might have to choose one of them to marry. Truthfully, none of the conversations have ended on particularly happy notes. They have been understanding; just sad. The overall consensus is that it’d be down to Solomon, Lucifer, or Diavolo. Solomon because the two of you ARE human. And you two would be a power couple of Human Realm ambassadors. Lucifer because the way your pact with him works is you belong to him (something that actually really upset everyone when they found out). And Diavolo because he is the Prince of the Devildom and if the two of you wed it would solidify the relationship of the three realms being in good enough a situation where an inter-species marriage to royalty is not just possible, but accepted. Right now, there is no pressure to choose. No one wants you to (accept maybe Solomon) because it means they lose an aspect of you that they’re not willing to. Simeon was extremely upset he was not one of the top contenders, but he couldn’t even advocate for him to be since he knew their marriage wouldn’t be allowed in the Celestial Realm.
- You and Solomon discussed it and he’s made you immortal like him. No one wants to lose you. And you don’t want to lose them.
- Your family has messaged you from the human realm and asked if you can see departed loved ones. You asked Diavolo about it and It would be possible. But after talking to Lucifer and the brothers, you figured it was best you didn’t.
- You and Asmo have started to listen to reddit drama stories while pampering yourselves. Asmo’s a very gossip-y person so having real drama to listen to makes his day and he gets to talk to you about it while you get your nails done.
- You no longer buy food-like squeakies for Cerberus. Not after Beel ate the burger one and had squeaking hiccups.
- You’ve told Lucifer about Kong toys. He was overjoyed that there was super-durable dog toys he went to the Human Realm and bought a bunch for Cerberus. It was the happiest you’d seen the dog(s?) in a little while.
- Barbatos learned of your tail kink and when he’s feeling cheeky, he’ll go to demon form around you and move his tail. He gives you a knowing smirk when you blush.
- You took Beel to the Human Realm and took him to a food court at a mall and went and took him to each place at the Food court. He was so happy he teared up a little.
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When Mammon falls for you
I wrote my first Obey Me! fic today I want to share it with all of you because I crave for more Mammon content (I'm so obsessed with him).
The link of Ao3 is right here if you wanna leave some kudos ~
Like a lot of Mammon's stan I think my perfect boi didn't receive the love he deserved. While playing, Obey Me! I was always waiting the moment when we can stand on his side like the good fangirls we are, so I decide to create this moment myself. My boy deserved all the support ! T^T
(He's so cute, I'm dying!)
Mammon remembers the exact moment when he falls for y/n. Every detail was inscribed is his memory. The smell of wood crackling in the fire in the living room, the softness of the plaid on the sofa, the low luminosity of the lights that marked this end of the ordinary day… the voices of his bothers which resonated on some mean words, maybe deserved, maybe not, and the color of her eyes who roamed the page of an old century book…
Mammon didn’t remember the subject of the argument he has with his brothers, neither why they were so mean against to him. “ Pain in the ass ”, “ Moron, capricious kid ”, “ Dumb ”... So many unpleasant nicknames to talk about his person. Mammon has the habit. He always responded to these acerbic jabs with humor and a casual, comic attitude. Still, it was frequent enough to be painful. Frequent enough for sometimes, alone in his room, he ends up believing that the words of his brothers had a basis of truth. Maybe he was stupid. Maybe he was horrible to live with. Maybe his brothers will be happier if he wasn’t here.
How long had his brothers' relentlessness lasted? Mammon didn’t know anymore. Time seemed to get distorted when this kind of moment happened. He was there without being there, he answered without really listening, staring at a fixed point in the room and plastering a stupid smile on his face. Letting his brothers see that even one of their words could reach him was out of the question. It was necessary to maintain confidence to safeguard a share of pride.
Frequently, Mammon had hoped that someone would take his side. Just a phrase, an exclamation of someone. No need for a long monologue, only an " It's unfair " would have been enough... but no voice had ever come up…
“ Maybe because they are all right. ”
Suddenly, Mammon was brought back to reality by a book violently thrown between him and these brothers. Lucifer had almost taken it in the face. The projectile came from the sofa in front of which sat Lucifer, Asmo, Satan and Mammon. On the other, the twins and y/n. The sudden throwing movement of the young woman had suddenly awakened Belphie who was sleeping on her knees, and Beel jumped, almost choking on his handful of chips.
“ THAT’S ENOUGHT! ” y/n's voice resonated with a power that was uncharacteristic. As if she had pronounced a collective order, everyone looked at her without saying anything, their eyes wide open. Even Lucifer couldn't seem to compel himself to this angry summons.
Everyone could only wait for the rest of her words and at the sight of the human's angry gaze, she seemed to have a lot to say. Mammon could feel the heat emanating from the mark of Satan the young woman wore in her left palm. In truth, they could all smell it. It was the first time that so much heat had come out of it. Alice seemed to be pumping the power of the Avatar of Anger at full speed. Burning ashes enveloped her body and swirled around her in irregular waves. Y/n embodied the expression “ Fulfilling with rage ” perfectly at this moment.
“ What high, unwarranted esteem of yourselves you can have to dare speak in this manner of your own brother? Are you stupid or just a huge bunch of pieces of trash? ! As far as I know, you are not exempt from all defaults. On the contrary, you are full of them, each with your own annoying and problematic little quirkiness! ” This first sentence had been transmitted with the top of her lungs. Her strong voice was drawn with rage and oscillated between depth and stridency.
Nobody says anything. It would have been easy to think it was because they had nothing to say, but it would have been known to them wrong. The reality is that they couldn't say anything. Y/n was an easy-going, teasing, but never mean person. Anger was not an emotion that often showed on her face. Even less when she looked at the seven brothers.
A few seconds passed, seconds where everyone understood that y/n was making a superhuman effort to contain an explosion of her powers. With the amount of power she was drawing from Satan to fuel her rage, the damage would have been expensive.
Once calm enough to not cause any damage, y/n pointed an accusing finger at Lucifer.
“ Lucifer, your closed-mindedness and your sadism make us suffer. Your way of protecting us is suffocating, and you expect too much of us. You fuel your pride with each of our successes, but you never take the time to tell us how proud of us you are! You said Mammon is a pain in the ass, but YOU are a pain in the ass for all of us, all the time! ”
“Asmo, you are superficial and self-centered. For you, beauty matter more than anything. So ugly peoples did not deserve to be listened. You said Mammon is dumb, but you are the dumbest in this place! Life is not only about being the most popular or the most longed for! At least, Mammon see peoples for who they really are! ”
“Satan, you like giving the impression you are calm and collected, but we all know you are capricious. How much furniture in this place you have destroyed with your incessant tantrum ? Living with you is like walking on eggs! You said Mammon is a moron, capricious kid, but at least HE controls his emotions better than you! And emotional control is a proof of intelligence, so watch your words when you talk to your older brother ! Calling him a moron while he can brainwash people for his own benefit is a huge proof of stupidity and disrespect ! ”
Y/n was the kind of person who know how to hurt someone’s feelings. She also was too kind to not do it, but kindness has no place at this moment.
She turned her attention to the twins watching the scene, dumbfounded.
“ You Belphie, you didn’t say anything this time, but you are not ousted of reproaches either. You know, I heard all the mean words you threw at Mammon’s face the rare moments you do not sleep. What was it the last time? “ A stupid, lazy ass ”? How cheeky! Did you know Mammon was the person who take notes for you in class? Just for you not being bother despite YOUR laziness! And you never say thank you! Learn how to be grateful and not project your defaults on others! ”
“Beel, you are the most measured of all this piece of trash. However, you do not defend your brother the way he deserved it. If you were protective with Mammon like you are with Belphie, the others wouldn't allow themselves to be so comfortable. You say nothing, but your silence makes you a follower and that make you guilty just like everybody else! ”
Her angry tirades had left her breathless, and she took a few seconds to catch her breath. Seconds when she glared at the assembly with a look that suggested that her rage was not extinguished at all and that she was far from finished. No retort would be tolerated. The fire that had formed in her hand was a clear and visible threat. At the first word, it would explode, and the mansion would be in a mess.
“ You know what all of you are? A bunch of ungrateful ! Without Mammon, you would still be just fallen angels in the eyes of all the Devildom. You would be no better than the most pathetic of lesser demons. You constantly mock and belittle Mammon's plans and ideas, but I remind you that it was one of those plans that gave you the position you all hold today. Learn to be grateful. There is an obvious line between joking and meanness. Don't tell me you're all too stupid to not recognize her? No, the truth is that you enjoy being mean to him! You don't deserve a thousandth of what Mammon gives you. He is far more deserving than any of you. ”
She returns her attention again to each of them in turn.
“ Asmo, who is the person who stood in line for hours in the rain, in a line full of annoying and superficial demons, just to bring you back that limited edition makeup palette you love so much and bragged about for weeks on FabSnap? It's Mammon! "
“ Satan, who bought you, with all his savings, that curse book you still use to annoy Lucifer? It's Mammon! And he worked for months to get enough money to buy it for you. I know it, I was there! And I assure you that it’s cost more than any of his “ useless cars ” that you like to criticize so much for their flashy styles. ”
“Beel, who is the person who always give you his part at restaurant ? Who is the person who always planned an Akuber command for your midnight cravings? It’s Mammon ! And trust me, feed you cost A LOT !”
“Belphie, beside the notes Mammon takes for you in class, he always makes sure nobody disturbs your sleep or wake you up. He also covers you among the teachers for you not being caught. Have you ever wondered why Lucifer didn't know how often you're unconscious in class? Because Mammon ensures your impunity! ”
She turned her gaze to Lucifer, her rage seemed to increase even more.
“And you, Lucifer, you are the most ungrateful ! When YOU decide to go against your Father, when YOU decide to cause the Celestial War, who was the person who was the first to go on your side? Who was the person who abandon all to go on your side? Without a second of doubt ? Ready to sacrifice his life, all his possessions, his rank and his magnificent wings? IT’S MAMMON! No matter how much money he spends with your bank card, it will never be a big enough reward for what he lost by placing his destiny in your hands!”
Nobody said anything, everyone had lowered their heads in turn with flagrant shame plastered on their faces. Even the so proud Morning Star looked at the ground, on which he couldn't even find a crumb of repartee. Y/n's words had the effect of a club with which they had been knocked out without any ceremony. Seeing the effects of her words, y/n calmed down a bit, the surrounding fire was gone, but no regrets were visible on her face. Quite the contrary. Her gaze was still authoritative and accusatory.
“Yes, Mammon is greedy. He also is selfish, most of the time. He is materialist and ready to do the most awful things to obtain what he wants. His plans are ridiculous and foolish, most of the time. He always causes a lot of problems. Yes, he has defaults. But he also has a lot of qualities. Just like all of you. He is generous, kind, honest, determined, talented and loved all of you immensely. You will surely never be able to love him as much as he loves you. So the bare minimum you can do is to treat him with respect and be grateful for the things he does for you. No words or apologies can fix your pathetic behavior towards him and all the horrible things you may have said to him. I dare to hope for all of you that everything I have just told you will make you change your behavior. Because otherwise, I don't know if I will still be able to love you as I do now. Because in my eyes, you will no longer deserve my love.”
On his words, she started to leave the room and just before going through the door, stopped in the frame to add a last sentence, which had the effect of a punch in the face.
“ And before I hear anybody complain about how much I was hurtful, remember the pain I inflict you is just a firm of the pain Mammon’s feel when he heard you talk about him like you did. ”
With that, she slammed the door behind her and stomped out of her remaining anger to go to Levi's room and quell her remaining rage over some fighting games and surely lecture him too.
Mammon remembers everything about that special moment. The scent of wood crackling in the fire in the living room, the softness of the plaid on the sofa, the low luminosity of the lights that marked the end of this ordinary day... And all the emotions that had crossed him deep within himself : joy, euphoria, pride, gratitude… and this feeling, this very specific feeling that appeared to him clearer than any light he had ever seen when he was still an angel.
“ Y/n was meant to be his. ”
It was a once-in-a-lifetime feeling, even for someone with an eternal life. The feeling that everything had lined up for this person to appear. From the moment Mammon had seen y/n for the very first time, a strange feeling had gripped his insides. He had never been able to put this feeling into words, but at this moment he knew. Y/n had been born to be his .
Lucifer turned his head towards his brother, anyone could have felt the guilt deep in his eyes. Yet the only thing his eyes met when looking at his brother was a bright smile.
“ Mammon ? ”
“ Mh? ” Mammon turned his attention to him, but even the heavy atmosphere of the room couldn't take away his smile and the joy in the back of his pupils.
“ Mammon, we are- ” He didn't give him time to finish, answering simply.
“ Oh this? Don’t worry! It’s not important ! I need to go! ”
And he left like that. No one understood. His aura of happiness and bliss was the biggest anomaly of this evening rich in emotion. Probably the power of y/n's words had fried some neurons in his brain. Probably it was the backlash of having someone come to his defense for the first time. Or maybe, his brothers' remorse was far less important than the thing he’s feeling right now.
The happiness of knowing that he had the most fervent of admirers.
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I hope you enjoy it! Maybe I will do something more kinky the other time ~
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mfil - 23
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*NOT CLICKBAIT!!!* when asmo learns that you, the newest exchange student has a youtube account and following somewhat comparable to his own, he decided right then and there not to like you. however, after an unfortunate (and misleading) exchange goes viral, he has no choice but to fake date you in order to save face. will asmo crush you and put you into place like you deserve? or are those funny feelings in his stomach not hate, like he had thought? like, subscribe, and maybe fall in love (with this smau) to find out!!
parking your (borrowed) car in the circle drive, you stare up at the imposing manor. sure, diavolo’s castle is large and gothic, but this somehow feels distinctively darker.
brushing of your heebie-jeebies, you gather your things together. asmodeus had messaged you, letting you know all of his brothers found out you were coming (seriously, how bad at keeping secrets is he?) so there was no longer a need for you to ‘sneak in’, or whatever he'd wanted.
which, honestly, was fine for you. sneaking in had made you feel weird, like you had been doing something wrong, and it was about time you actually spoke to the rest of his brothers face to face.
opening the car door, you make your way to the front door, which opens before you can knock. it’s lucifer, who greets you politely.
“hello, mc, it’s nice to finally meet you face to face. forgive me for not being able to greet you in person sooner.”
“don’t worry about it,” you say, looking around the expansive foyer as he ushers you in. “i know your schedule is like, super busy.”
he lets out a soft chuckle. “that it is.”
before either of you can say anymore, two heads pop around the corner. mammon, and leviathan, if you remember correctly. despite having not met them face to face, it’s almost impossible to go around rad and not hear their names. also, you follow them all on social media already.
“the human’s here!” mammon bellows loudly, and lucifer gives you a tired and apologetic look.
“you must forgive them; they’ve all been very excited to meet you, especially since asmo has had such… interesting things to say.”
“there’s no need to beat around the bush,” you say quickly, figuring that since they all know about the fakeness of your relationship, you should be candid. “i know he doesn’t like me.”
“oh, hey mc,” satan says, entering the room, and you don’t miss the way he doesn’t seem to look at lucifer at all. “it’s nice to see you again.”
“you as well,” you say, and as if emboldened by satan’s easy greeting, mammon and leviathan step forward.
“hey, human,” mammon greets, “uh, it’s nice to meet you?”
“don’t be rude,” leviathan says, elbowing him in the side. “i’m leviathan, and this is mammon.”
“mc,” you say, “but i’m sure you already knew that.”
“where are beel and belphie?” mammon asks, and speak of the devil(s, hah!) they enter. beelzebub offers you a warm handshake, and belphegor just stares at you intently, eyes glowing purple. it reminds you of asmodeus’ eyes back when you’d first met.
“it’s nice to meet you both too,” you say, and belphegor shares a look you can’t read with satan, who leans forward, putting a hand on your arm.
“how has your morning been so far?” he asks. “tired, at all?”
kind of a weird question, but whatever. “uh, no, not really,” you reply. “i put out a video, did some tasks, and then got ready to come over here. nothing super special.”
“i see,” he hums. shaking off the weirdness, you look around.
“where’s asmodeus? he was the one who told me we didn’t have much time to work.”
“that guy always runs like five minutes late,” mammon says, rolling his eyes. “it’s annoying.”
“says you,” asmodeus snipes, entering as well. “you always run like, fifteen minutes late! and now mc and i really have to get to work so…”
“of course,” lucifer agrees with a nod, before fixing you with a serious look. “if he does anything to make you uncomfortable, just yell. or punch him.”
“hey!” asmodeus cries. “you should be saying that to me! this human is weird!”
“not as weird at solomon, i’ll bet,” belphegor snorts, then seems to catch himself, bringing a scowl to his face once more. what’s up with him?
“whatever,” he huffs, grabbing your arm and pulling you out of the room. you’re too stunned to free yourself. “we’ll see you later. or hopefully not,” he adds under his breath.
you follow him blindly through a maze of rooms, still in his grasp. eventually, he stops outside of an ornate door, pushing it open. his room is just as fancy as the door, gauzy and pink. you think you see a marble bathroom through a partially open door and any guilt you had (not that there was much) about using him for money disappears. he’s good for it.
“let’s get this over with,” asmodeus says, letting go of your arm suddenly as if he only just realized he was holding it. “quickly.”
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azulashengrottospiano -> cloudcountry
azulashengrottospiano is now the url of my side blog!
the picrew i used for my pfp is here!!
AUBURN!! she/they pronouns. 19. arospec & asexual.
main interests: mairuma, ikemen games, stardew valley.
i rarely write anymore. request rules can be found here anyway ^^;
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just because i like to be organized :3
⤷ boundaries. friend codes. route log. ikemen faq.
you can find my fics under #auburn's fics <3 (i'm too lazy to fix the links in my masterlist sobs)
as a side note, do not talk to me about idia shroud. i don't like him!! i also don't like belphie so yk.
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Chapter I; Family
.｡*♡ A/N: After literally a year I've finally finished writing the first chapter and the second is half-way done. But rereading this I realize I was being too demanding on myself, this chapter is fine. And despite the immense delay, I hope y'all like it as I do. I'll post it later on AO3 as well, the link to my profile is in my pinned post if you want to read it there btw. → Necromancer Au masterlist here.
.｡*♡ Warnings: Mc was written gender neutral but in the original idea Mc was a man. So uh if there's any typo about their pronoun pls let me know and I'II fix it, I proofread two times but sometimes something can escape me. Also Lilith's alive.
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.｡*♡ Tagging: @dicetheroll @sunshinebea (It's been quite a while so I understand if you no longer want to get tagged in this.)
Traditions can be boring sometimes. But you absolutely adored the holiday tradition with your beloved demons, sitting in the living room before Christmas dinner and telling horror stories. Well, it wasn't just horror stories that were told on that day, there were jokes, challenges and various pranks going on, it was certainly your favorite day and you wouldn't trade it for anything.
Discreetly you watched the faces of each of them react to the tale of terror Lucifer was telling so intensely, clutching your cup of hot chocolate as you listened.
The fire in the fireplace lit his dark hair and his dark voice carried the same touch of drama even though he had already told several stories throughout the night, you watch as the older demon adjusts his glasses over his nose and takes a deep breath before continuing his unhappy tale. His grave words escape your ears as you can only thank whatever deity your path and theirs have crossed, because they were your family and they became very important people to you. You loved them and you knew they loved you too.
They were people you could no longer imagine living without. Each of them was special in their own way and they all brightened up your mornings, even if they were yelling or fighting as early as six o'clock sharp. You still managed to find joy even in the midst of your irritation through the chaos they created and dragged you into.
Beside him, Mammon lets out a loud scream and throws himself on top of the person closest to him for comfort. Everything happens in slow motion in your vision, he and Levi roll off the couch onto the floor and both struggle like fish out of water, completely in the middle of a senseless panic. The avatar of greed hugs his brother's torso with all the strength he has while the avatar of envy tries to flee. And a round of laughter spreads across the room like the hot fire that runs through their bodies and you try not to laugh so hard to spare them some dignity, but it's impossible once your gaze and Lilith's meet. And you burst into loud laughter as Satan helps them back to their feet.
"Grow up, Mammon." Asmo sneered in a cynical chuckle. His muffled voice was almost a whisper between the fabrics of the scarf he was wearing, and he burrowed deeper into the covers for a source of lingering warmth.
He resembled a kitten wrapped like that and Solomon seemed to have thought the same, pulling him closer and whispering something in his ear that made him laugh softly. They finally embraced again, Asmo resting his head lazily on the sorcerer's chest as the other man played with the demon's peach hair.
There's a certain simplicity to the gesture that almost makes you envious. Almost. You know you could throw yourself on top of both of them and snuggle into Solomon's chest too. It wouldn't be the first time after all
Belphie laughs at his older brother, hiding his laughter in his hands. The youngest of the brothers squirms in his seat and with the same malice as ever, places his cold foot on Mammon's bare ankles, which makes him jump once more and glare at him.
"Why did you do that?" Mammon, embarrassed and mumbling something under his breath, came to sit beside him again, so close that their knees were touching as Belphie laughed along with Satan. The avatar of greed sneaked a path to where your hand rested and wrapped it in his, warm, comfortable and your fingers fit together as if your hands were made for each other. You didn't say anything, sparing him embarrassment as you watched his reactions to the story Lucifer kept telling.
If anything, Mammon would rather work full time to make honest money than sit there and listen to one more tale of ghosts, goblins and fairies that makes him shudder all the time. But he didn't dare to oppose that tradition, not when it marked a really special period for each of them. The day you definitely went to live in Devildom with him and his brothers.
What was utterly ironic, however, was that at the end of the night he would most likely seek comfort in your room even though he knew that was precisely where the spirits he feared sought refuge.
You were a necromancer after all and everyone knew it.
"What, um... what happened next?" Luke asked, his eyes sparkling with curiosity. His heart clenched at the pessimistic thought that something might have happened to the fictional people in Lucifer's history.
Avalanche shadows and enraged mystical beasts were reflected between his blue eyes - few details you were paying close enough attention to remember, the youngest of the angels almost didn't want to think about the end of the story, but Simeon's hand on his shoulder gave him courage enough to keep still and wait.
There was an expectant pause in which a smile graced the morning star's lips and he continued promptly after Barbatos poured him some more melancholy coffee. "To this day, they say that if there's a storm and you're walking around the mountain, you can see her spirit wandering aimlessly, looking for her children." Lucifer finished with a sigh, running his fingers through his messy hair, and then ran his eyes over the faces of each of his brothers and their guests.
He seemed satisfied with the collective shock that spread and then looked at you, searching for some surprised expression on your face or something, only his pride kept him from pouting when he realized he wouldn't have any of your expressions.
Stories like that didn't scare you for a long time, precisely because you've been dealing with situations like that since you were just a child. Still, the impact hit you hard when you processed all the information, not because it was scary, but because it was sad to imagine a woman who died during an avalanche and left her children helpless behind, on the verge of certain death that would befall them in the absence of her protection. It was just sad and yet, real. Just like so many ghosts who came to you begging to help their children, to tell you they were dead, or to offer solace.
If someone asked you how you see death, you knew exactly how you would answer. Melancholic and real. Things you loved during your life, things you were proud of, and all your deeds would be forgotten, buried in an endless round of study and work, of pain and hardship, of arrogance and greed, regardless of whether they were a good person or not. But it was also scary and cold, and bad for those who couldn't move on.
Whispers of approval at the story ran between the brothers. Lucifer was, much to Satan's displeasure, a very good storyteller. He confided in you once about how he tucked his brothers and sister into bed and told seven different stories every night when he was just a young archangel. In your mind a cute image popped up whenever you remembered that; just a young looking Lucifer putting little kids in their beds, tucking them in, kissing their foreheads and reading silly stories. It was hard to imagine him doing such trivial things when he was always so serious and austere all the time.
At least, you thought, after all the years that had passed he started acting more carefree like he used to be, according to what Mammon told you.
Five long years have passed quickly since you first came to Devildom as a mere exchange student, and in just a few days it would be six years. You still marveled at that fact on Christmas nights, mainly because everything was so different and surreal. You never imagined that talking to Lilith that day would take you so far away from human things and show you something unique, but here you are, happy, complete and feeling accepted among them. Thing humans would never do because they don't accept different people and you know it.
You remember all too well what happened when your so-called best friend found your grimoire and all the rumors she spread about you. Just because she was afraid of the unknown instead of trying to understand it. And mostly, you remember what your parents and doctors did to your older brother, thinking about him even after so long still makes your heart ache. How do you get over something like that?
"You forgot one detail, Luci." Lilith said suddenly. She was leaning over a small table, selectively choosing the sweets she would like to eat and then cramming as many as she could manage into her mouth at once. The lack of manners made her brothers all laugh at the way she resembled a squirrel with her cheeks puffed out, but even the embarrassment on her face didn't stop her from eating.
"The woman tends to follow the person she sees. So to get rid of her, you must guide her to the light, it's, um, pretty similar to what my kid here is used to doing since they were just a little sprout. Oh, how proud I am of them, you all should see them in action!"
The comment in a maternal tone warmed your heart and you almost wanted the former angel to wrap you in one of those warm hugs that took all the anxiety away, just like she did when you were just a child. But you restrained yourself and made a toast in her honor, raising your cup and drinking away with a goofy smile on your face.
"Come to think of it, how come we've never heard a story from you, Mc?" Satan asked. A cat pad was draped over his arms as he clutched it to his chest, the fabric mimicking the warm fur of a kitten. The blonde sipped his hot chocolate while waiting for you to respond with great interest in the topic.
But you knew he was just waiting for a chance to ask you to tell the story you briefly mentioned a few months ago.
On the one hand, it was true that they didn't know much about your histories or past in general. The brothers knew only brief details that Lilith told them when asked what kind of things you had been through together, some sad ghosts wandering and asking for help, the sound of footsteps on the floor of your room during the night and figures that you always saw out of the corner of your eye. But it was always fanciful, almost a sugar-coated lie.
And on the other hand, you didn't know if you'd like the idea of recounting all the thousands of sad and brutal cases on a night like the one when you celebrate family and unity. And there was so much blood and pain and torture in them that it could turn the stomach of anyone listening.
You could almost feel the presence of the people you've helped coming back to you, their hands rubbing your back or their warm breath on your neck, urging you to tell their stories, coaxing you to talk about what bothered you about each one of them. But that sensation only lasted a second and then your gaze hardened and you focused your attention on the flames devouring the charcoal and the crackling sound they made.
"I'll let you decide if you really want to hear such stories, but I must warn you that they are violent." You said it wisely. Then you leaned over and poured yourself some more hot chocolate, taking small sips to savor every drop of that precious liquid you hadn't had in a while. "I already have one in mind, in case the answer is positive. Not too violent and not too quiet, good enough for the Christmas mood."
"It's a must to have you tell the next story Mc, I can't stand listening to Lucifer talk all night anymore." Satan growled. The emerald eyes were focused in your direction, then quickly his focus returned to what he was drinking and to something Solomon had commented on some kitten post on Devilgram.
Lucifer rolled his eyes and began dramatically massaging his temples across the room, his melancholy coffee still curling upward in steam. And seeing that, Belphie quickly joined Satan just to make Lucifer's headache worse.
"I fully agree!" He suppressed a yawn before continuing to speak in a soft tone. "We've heard many stories told by Lucifer, Simeon and Barbatos. It would be nice to hear one that actually happened."
Leviathan and Mammon, however, seemed oblivious to everything going on around them. The two were playing a new game together that had just been released. The name was The Nephellim's Deal or something like that, you weren't sure, but you knew that several important figures for the history of Devildom were present in the game. Various wars, deals, and betrayals were elements you remember Levi talking about for several minutes.
Perhaps if you have time, you'd play it later and then you could compare your opinions on the game.
"Yummy sweets, they remind me of the ones we ate on our trip to India." Beel muttered suddenly, swallowing all the sweets on the tray and licking his lips so that not a single grain escaped him. You looked at Barbatos at the exact moment he trapped a sigh in his throat and smiled imperceptibly, tired and still wearing his white apron.
The poor demon has been baking cakes and pastries since early morning. You didn't have as much aptitude as him when it came to cooking, but your hands were aching after helping him for so long, the knowledge of his techniques, however, was too interesting for you to let a chance like that pass. Besides, you couldn't trust Solomon with cooking and you couldn't ask Luke to stay in the kitchen all day when you knew he wanted to play in the snow with the others.
Simeon smiled kindly. "I know you liked them so I brought these sweets directly from India, Beel."
At that moment Beel seemed to be hit by a cupid's arrow and he smiled widely. "Thanks Simeon. They were delicious."
"Boys, make up your mind please, Mc is impatient." Noticed Lilith. The angel was arranging the stockings over the fireplace in a specific way as she hummed her signature slow song, she almost seemed to float in the large coat that Lucifer always wore over her shoulders, smiling smugly as she managed to get her brother to hand over his favorite coat to her. "Don't torture my poor child too much or they'll get cranky."
You suppressed a giggle and waved your hand. But there was as always a ring of truth in her words, the brothers took ages to agree among themselves and the heady heat of the flames was enough to make sleepy sighs leave your throat and have you second-guessing whether you want to stay in the classroom or return to your quarters and sink into the comfortable, fluffy bed for a nap before Christmas dinner.
You let your head fall on your own shoulder as you waited for a statement from your other friends, humming the same song that Lilith was humming minutes ago, but more brighter and faster.
"I'll be happy to hear any stories, but I'm going to put Luke to bed first." Simeon signaled to the young angel who was sleeping in his lap. He got up and walked away towards the guest room that was given to him slowly, looking as tired as the others. And you swore you heard a yawn coming from him, but the sound was buried by Levi who let out a scream at that moment.
"Watch where you're going, Mammon!" He scolded his brother. "Why I'm playing a precious game like this with you?"
"It's not that I don't want to, it's just that ghosts and spirits are a darker topic than the horror stories we hear." Solomon stared at a fixed point, lost, he too had had his experiences with the supernatural. Instinctively he took his hand to Asmo's curls and twisted strands of his hair with his fingers, calmly patting Asmo's head, making the demon of lust purr violently. "But if you guys want to, I'm all for it. The only time I heard you tell any stories was during our practices together and they were all so short."
Lucifer turned to Diavolo and Barbatos with his eyebrows raised in mute question. But before they could even say anything the sound of the main doors opening made everyone fall silent and look at each other, noting that five people were still missing from their little celebration. Their voices and footsteps echoed down the hall quietly as if they owned the place and the shrill sound of Thirteen's laughter reached the room long before them.
And like a good host, the Morningstar calmly got up and went to meet his late guests. The sound of their happiness echoed in his deep voice as he greeted them warmly, you could hear the smile on his face.
And you took the opportunity to get up and stretch. Your feet were numb, but your mind seemed more awake and obviously the memories were resurfacing as well as Lilith, who was already smiling. She rubbed her hands together in an exaggerated manner and like a mother, she began to fix your hair and the collar of your shirt. "I kind of miss those times really, I always enjoyed running around and having fun with the ghosts."
"Are we going to tell the story about the drunken ghost? Or should we tell about the dancer and the mimic? So many stories to tell, I'm excited!" Lilith excitedly quoted the stories she remembered, counting on her fingers, her eyes shining in a special way as the faces and names of those people passed like a blur in her head, it's been a few years since most of them will happen. Those memories were as precious to her as they were to you and not for a second did you doubt that this wasn't the case, after all it was because of you that she had come back to life.
For the third and she hoped it would also be the last she was revived - but without dying this time, she was back in the world of the living, now as a half angel, half demon. One white wing and one black wing. Until now you didn't understand what went wrong with your reanimation spell to have caused this. But as long as she was alive and healthy, you assume it doesn't matter what she is. Plus she was now like Morgana, a nephellim.
She was finally back to life and that was all that mattered, you, her and the brothers could live happily ever after now, with nothing to worry about, with the exceptions of the usual chaos and silly fights that made everyone laugh.
You wouldn't trade it for anything.
"So… what do you intend to tell us?" Asmo eyed the two of you with interest, another purr leaving his lips as Solomon continued to rub his scalp and leave warm little kisses on his forehead. He looked sleepy, but curious enough to keep listening to you. "Oh, I already know! You could tell me how you met Lilith, for example."
"Or the story involving the S." Belphie smiled like he knew something his brothers didn't. And he sent you a particular look, a look that already communicated what he was thinking at that moment. He wanted to hear that story. For the third time…
Spoiled brat! You throught, smilling.
Lilith let out a laugh and gave her brother a shove with her shoulder. It was her way of telling him to be quiet, but you could already tell by the way everyone was looking at the two of you that their curiosity had been piqued by the comment made by the demon of sloth. They wanted an epic tale with spirits.
"What kind of story is this?" Beel asked his twin brother, stifling a small yawn against his hand. "Is it a scary one?"
It depends. You assume that human nature was more frightening than the facts that occurred, but yes. That was one of the scary stories you didn't like to remember, it reminded you that ordinary people at first sight could nurture bad thoughts and commit even worse crimes.
"Okay, let's tell the story of S." You took a deep breath and smiled, watching how the fire lit up the face of everyone present in that room. You were all about the dramatic effect.
And you sat in Lucifer's armchair, turning his coffee cup in your hand before you decided to taste it to see if it was good - big mistake, the taste was horrible for humans and Solomon laughed in your face almost like a little boy who won his favorite candy.
You were sure that he already tried the drink. "Awful, an outrage, I don't know how he drinks it! Uh-huh, completely insane, bitter, there's a distinct bitter that's really good, but this one? Bad…"
Barbatos laughed too. "I think you forgot, but the coffee of melancholy turns bitter when a person who likes you prepares it."
Oh yes. It makes sense.
Despite being strict, Lucifer was very soft with you. So sweet you didn't even have to eat candy to taste sugar on your tongue. You continued drinking his coffee with a chuckle.
But a clearing of his throat caught your eye and an unimpressed Lucifer glanced in your direction, a smug evil smile growing on his lips as he returned to his conversation with Hesperus, his counterpart and Nightstar, and his daughter, Morgana.
You didn't know what they were saying, but it seemed important as Diavolo glanced in their direction for a brief second.
The other guests began to sit in the vacant seats, Mephisto and his brother, Iblis, whispering softly and laughing, leaving several gift boxes under the Christmas tree and looking in the direction of the other people. You knew why since Mephisto had asked you what kind of things the brothers would like as gifts. But Thirteen was already heading to the coffee table for something to eat while she struck up a conversation with Beel, an elegant scarf draped over her shoulders perfectly enhancing the outfit she wore.
"So, uh, I suppose I can start?" You whispered to Lilith uncertainly, but the girl shrugged.
"Just a sec. Here!" Morgana handed you a small package. An unexpected gift and you smiled in her direction, thanking her softly.
"Uh…Okay." You muttered uncertainly. You left the box in your pocket and rubbed one hand over the other, waiting for everyone to settle down to hear that story. Mammon and Levi were still playing high enough to interrupt the immersion of the story, so Lucifer took their D.D.D and stuffed it in his pocket, sending them a severe look as they opened their mouths to complain.
At that moment Simeon returned, still drowsy, and sat down in his place. With everyone paying attention to you, you let out a long sigh and closed your eyes letting all the memories of that first event come flooding back. Everything you felt, everything you saw and lived, and with a smile you began to narrate the events.
"At that time I was six and my family was moving to the countryside..."
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toys - corruption series
ಌ toys: belphegor x male!reader
ಌ theme: he wasn't exactly big on a lot of kinks, but the thought of using sex toys on you, someone who hasn't used them ever? oh boy
ಌ cw: 18+ NSFW, male reader, bottom!reader, restraints, chair sex, sex toys, overstimulation, cumming multiple times, you cry, belphie takes good care of you<3, no beta we die so i apologise for any mistakes i’ll fix them later when i’m not tired, cross-posted on ao3
ಌ wc: 2.7K
ಌ notes: [link to corruption series] this work is part of the requested corruption series, this is part of the pieces for october !! i feel like i rushed the ending a little, but i hope you enjoy!
“You’ve never used toys before?” Shaking your head at him, his tired eyes almost spark alive with an energy you didn’t think he’d have from being constantly exhausted.
In an attempt to know more about you, and vice versa, you both took turns asking questions, it turning into not safe for work questions. Now, he wasn’t exactly big on kinks, not really finding an interest in such things. But finding out you’d never, not even once, used a toy on yourself? Oh boy. He kept it on the tip of his tongue until the questions got further along. Your limits became a question to him too, how far you would let him go. But it wasn’t easy because you didn’t know yourself what your limits were. So, he said he’d go quite far, and if you couldn’t handle it anymore, he'd stop. Suggestions on what you’d like to try rolled off his tongue, trying to bring it back to the subject of toys, wanting to try it out together.
Mutually deciding that this would be a plan for the weekend, since the whole conversation was a random late-night chat, and Belphegor wasn’t exactly equipped for what he wanted to use. It ended with a kiss goodnight and falling asleep, but as soon as he woke up, he made it his mission to find the right moment to slip into town. He’d have to avoid Lucifer to skip his student council duties to get ready for the plan he had, he couldn’t let things like that get in his way. It was the quickest he’d ran out of RAD, beelining for a certain adult store in town. Not taking long because he had an exact idea of what he wanted to use on you, the excitement took over him a little as he bought two large boxes of condoms in amongst everything. It wasn’t cheap, but he didn’t necessarily buy as much as Mammon for example, he’d buy the odd new pillow or duvet set that looked like it would be divine to sleep on.
The one thing he was glad about was that you said you’d wait in your room for him coming back, so that you both could hang out. He had forgot to tell you why he was rushing away, so you could at least explain once he got back. Asking for you to prepare yourself, only to get a question back about preparing for what. He sent a simple line of questionable emojis, and you sent a shocked one back, before saying you were going in the shower. Once he got back to the house of lamentation, he went for a quick shower himself. Wanting to freshen up because he didn’t exactly walk out of RAD to the centre where all the retail shops were.
Once he got inside your room, he dragged your desk chair to the middle of the room, facing your bed. Plopping himself onto your bed, fancy bag beside him, he waited. Hearing the shower shut off, he straightened himself, standing up and folding his arms. When you walked out, you weren’t expecting him to be there already, especially with his clothes being changed and not in his uniform. A small towel is all that was draped around your hips, and he motioned you to come closer with his finger. Snatching the towel, he dried any wet patches of skin he could find, smoothing his hands everywhere and leaving little kisses along the way. Spying the bag on the bed, especially the name of the store, you remembered your conversation from the night before and it was the only hint you really had as to what you were both going to do.
“Sit on the chair for me.” You wanted to question as to why the chair but sat down anyway in obedience. He motioned for your arms to lay upon the armrests, and you did just that. Kneeling down slightly, he shifted your position on the chair to be a little more comfortable and making sure the backrest was sturdy enough to lean yourself against. Bringing your legs up, he spread them and placed them on top of your wrists. This is where you were starting to get confused, and you felt embarrassed to be the only one naked and spread for him nicely. He bound your legs and arms to the armrests, legs hanging almost too comfortably over the armrests. Belphegor walked to the bag, dumping everything onto the bed and sorting through what he needed. Picking out a few condoms, placing one in his back pocket, and then picking up one more restraint.
“Belphie… What is all this?” Turning his head to peer at you over his shoulder, he smiled. It wasn’t his usual, gentle, smile. Mischief was written all over his face, and you shuddered at the fact that it was probably the only answer you were getting until you were into it. He walked over to you, hands gently touching your thighs, and placing what you hoped was the final restraint. This one went around the very top of your thighs, and a ring sat near your ass. Nodding to himself, he checked to see if you had prepped yourself, running a finger down to circle your hole and smiling when he feels lube. Walking away to the bed again, he picks up things that you can’t see very well from your position.
“This might be uncomfortable at first, but I’ll stretch you a bit before inserting it.” With a prostate-massaging dildo and lube bottle in hand, he walks back towards you, and you feel like he’s going to do that a few more times. Gentle hands smoothed over your body, his lips kissing your cheek to your lips, pretty little kisses before they deepened. It didn’t take you long to get hard, and Belphegor avoided everywhere but your cock. You knew it was part of the play you guys were having, something entirely new to you, but you wanted nothing but his usual touch. Kind hands softly gripped and pinched areas of your skin, and he pulled away from the kiss with a tug on your lip. Looking down, smiling yet again, his hands made a move for your hole. He started with one finger, painstakingly slow with massaging and stretching you out for the dildo, revelling in every time you attempted to push yourself further onto his finger. Rewarding you with another and then another, he smooths his other hand up your inner thigh, gripping onto it as he works you up. Before you could cum, however, he stops all of his movements and takes his fingers out. You whine at him, unsatisfied as he’d never denied you such bliss before.
“Patience, you’ll get it all soon enough.” Applying the lube to the dildo, spreading one of your ass cheeks as he pushes it into you and locks it into place with the restraint from earlier. He fastens the restraint around your thighs, pulling at the straps to make sure they’re secure. Walking back to his pile, he seems to pick up a few more things. It felt odd that he was adding so much for your first time, but you did say you didn’t know your limits, so he’s probably pushing past beginner and onto intermediate. He comes back over with a much darker look in his eyes, but that warm smile doesn’t disappear. It sent shivers down your spine, because of how conflicting it was. He held the rest of the equipment in one of his hands and reached for his back pocket.
Pulling the condom out from his pocket, he tore it open with his teeth, holding one end of the packet in his mouth as one hand gently took the condom out. He rolled it onto your cock, giving you a couple of jerks before pulling away again. Tease. That’s all you could describe him as of now, as he refused to give you anything further than that with his own hands. Your eyes had told him all that he needed to know, pleading. Continuing on without a cloud of doubt in his mind, he shoved a couple of the tube things into his pocket and moved the pink bullet vibrator into his hand. You could at least recognise what this was, however, he strapped it to the head of your cock, switching it onto a low buzz. It was a tempting buzz, nothing too major, enough to stimulate but not enough to push you over the edge. He finally moved onto the tube things; these were things you didn’t recognise. You went to open your mouth, to ask what they were for, but he was already putting them on you. They clamped onto your nipple, and when he squished a nip at the other end, it started sucking onto your sensitive skin. The second one sucking onto your other nipple not long after. Groaning at the painful sensation before it numbed and turned into an indescribable feeling, it was neither good nor a bad one.
“Remember to keep your volume to a minimum, you wouldn’t want my brothers walking in here, right?” When he was satisfied, he turned the dildo on as well, which shocked you as you didn’t realise that it was also something that vibrated. He looked at you, finger going under your chin to make you look at him, and he smiled. Kissing your forehead, he turned both vibrating devices to full, turning away from you and walking back to the bed to sit down. Every moan and slight scream you let out was music to his ears, trying to hush you every so often because of how obscenely loud you were being.
Your chest felt like an itch you couldn’t scratch, and then your hole and cock were just being abused by the toys over and over again without a hint of stopping any time soon. Your nipples would definitely need bandaids for when you went to put a t-shirt on later. It was all too much at once for you, but seeing how you went from shock, to feeling it was too intense, to drowning in absolute pleasure, really did it or him. He watched as you writhed, twitched, begged him to touch you instead of the toys. But he persevered despite how enticing you were being, it felt like you had switched places with him, trying to lure him in with sweetness but actually you were a demon. You weren’t heavily protesting, nor were you asking him to make it stop.
The sheer want for his touch, it was something you didn’t realise you’d miss until it was something else that was doing the work for him. The way he looked at you was something entirely different, and it was something you were enjoying alongside the pleasure. Sitting watching you from the bed as he palmed at himself, enjoying the display in front of him that he had set up himself. It all got so much at once, visual, and physical stimulants, and you came. And of course, cumming was a mistake. It didn’t take you long to realise that this was now proceeding into overstimulation. Your cock head was extremely sensitive, but the bullet vibe was not giving up in sending delicious vibrations all throughout.
Belphegor smiled to himself, seeing your eyes glance from your cock to his face, eyes pricking with tears and seeing how you were coming undone again and again. It was a thrill, and despite how tears were streaming down your face, you were definitely enjoying every minute of the pleasure. Groaning when he took his own cock out, watching as he stroked it slowly. He paid a lot of attention to the head, and all you could do was peak through one eye as the onslaught of vibrations were never-ending. Intoxicating, the obscenely loud noises coming from you was enough for him to finally snap.
“I thought I told you to watch your volume?” Before you knew it, he was in front of you, both hands on your knees with his cock leaking ever so prettily. He sneaked a kiss in, not missing the way you sighed at some contact from him. His hands slid across your body, and it felt like his touch left your skin burning. He took the nipple suckers off gently, deepening the kiss to stop you from making a sound. Tongue wrapping around yours, dominating the kiss. When he was satisfied, he attacking your chest, kissing, sucking, licking. It felt different from before because of the sucking device, but his tongue felt cooling against your nipples.
One final kiss to your chest, he turned the dildo off and removed it from your ass as well as the harness keeping it lodged inside you. He had lost his patience as well, as he lined himself up and didn’t waste time to slam into you. Gasping at the pressure difference, you definitely preferred his own over a toy. Both of his hands on each armrest of the chair, he used this to his advantage to pull himself into you. Slamming into you like it was the last time he ever would, you cried out for him. He still had the bullet vibe strapped to you, and it started to hurt from how many times you had came into the condom already. It would be a lie if you didn’t enjoy how it hurt though, as it was Belphegor controlling everything.
“Belphie− It, mmn, feels weird…!”
“Hang on a little longer, it’ll feel good… I promise.” This had you question briefly because it was already amazing. But that thought was quick to come just as it was quick to disappear, throwing your head back in ecstasy as you came for what you hoped was the last time. You swear it wasn’t like the other time you came, because the condom filled again but it felt entirely different, a clearer fluid, runnier than the last and you cried at the thought of how sore it would be to go any further than this. Smirking, Belphegor released inside of you, and it felt cool in comparison to the burning ache within. He removed the vibrator and the condom, tying it neatly and keeping a hold of it so he could throw it into the trash. The vibrator ended up somewhere on the floor, which would be found later. Your tears were flowing, but it wasn’t due to sadness, but pure overstimulation.
“Belphie… I−”
“You did so well for me baby boy. I’ll take good care of you, okay?” He cooed, kissing around your eyes, and licking away at your tears. You go to grab onto him, but the restraints refuse to let you, whining at the obstacle. Releasing you from the restraints, he pulls you up and out of the chair to get to your bathroom.
“Let’s have a quick shower, put some ointment on you and then sleep okay?” Undressing himself and pulling you into the shower, he helps you stand as he carefully washes you down with your body wash and loofah, being as gentle as possible. Little kisses here and there, he gave a small apology before cleaning you out, getting his own cum out of you. He rinsed you off and quickly washed himself as well, and it was your turn to smother him in kisses. He laughed, telling you to let him get washed and rinsed so you could both go to bed and sleep.
When finished, he dried you off first and then himself, throwing the towel over the radiator and dragging you back to the bed where he found the rest of the items he purchased. There was aloe vera ointment that he wanted to rub onto some areas of your skin, specifically your nipples, and where the restrains were. He sat you down to rub the cool product onto your skin, waiting for it to dry in before getting you to lay down beside him. You both spoke for a while, giving him light kisses and laughing at each other until you were both worn out. Looking at each other one last time before shutting your eyes and going to sleep.
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hi were you aware you are the FUNNIEST person on my dashboard by the way? i haven’t thought about pfps or them of me (I AM NOW THINKING ABOUT BOTH HOWEVER) but i do have a full list of my contacts of them ! i have gone into detail about my reasoning and also cannot stop talking about these guys so this ask is likely 3 miles long. anyway
the one gc with a solid name is “sweet tooth,” with barbatos, luke, n i. based on ‘sweet tooth’ and the fact that i feel my ability to bake would SKYROCKET if i had their numbers. there’s one with lucifer and dia that’s essentially just the ship name and whether or not they realize the significance beyond just “oh it’s our names” is constantly up in the air.
lucifer — ‘COLOGNE(?!)’ to ‘inkwell’. he 100% has a very distinctive cologne, i know you can tell him apart in a dark room. he uses fountain pens for official documents still (a mishap has been caused where one of his bottles spilled over his suit)(don’t ask)(satan may or may not have been involved) and at some point the name had to change. i also just think it’s a sweet nickname.
mammon — ‘monopoly man’ to ‘anklet haver’. his pants are never short enough to see it but he always manages to wear one. it’s like a shiny jumpscare. the first time i saw it it sparked a half hour discussion and the consequential contact change. he was only mildly upset (they don’t have monopoly)(he didn’t know what it meant outside of maybe ‘monopolizing time’ which is the cause of his problem with it)(stop fussing this isn’t some declaration i’ll never spend time with you again)(his contact for me after this is probably ‘anklet.’ he insists it’s because of like manacles cause “you’re always botherin me” but nobody buys it)
levi — ‘levi-fi’ to ‘jean main :/‘ after i put genshin in yet another media because he got lucky one time and it has become his entire genshin career. i like to think he’s biased towards turn-based strategies, stuff with very obvious and clear cut metas, so he probably didn’t pick up genshin (he does know a few characters and their surface lore, owns an acrylic stand of like keqing maybe, but nothing in depth) until i brought it up. i need to talk w him for hours about lore it would be good for my mental health
satan — sebastian, at first. autocorrect from a poorly written attempt at his name that stuck. he gets confused because ‘that’s not my name, and it’s not a joke, so why is it my contact?’ and after explaining it we both start to periodically change the other’s contact to be something further and further away from their name each time. think of the barnacle codswallop joke but taken to the extreme because it’s him and i’m me and we both quietly one up each other by sending screenshots of the new contact.
asmo — cycles ‘PINK(IE)’ and ‘dni after 10pm’. both are self explanatory and said affectionately. he gets mock offended whenever it’s the second one (“is my contact set to dni” “yeah” “so you hate me?” “asmo.”) and changes the heart in my contact (you know there is one) to a 💔 every time he notices. he doesn’t fix it until i, direct quote, “kiss it better.” despite his phrasing it typically is just his excuse to take me to a cafe for a while or something
beel — ‘chef gordon’ to ‘nokia brick.’ can he cook? yes. does he? not often, he’d rather eat the raw ingredients. was just brick but it was soon discovered he can navigate the most complicated uis to order his lunch but he has no idea how to like. change his brightness. it doesn’t bother him so he never looked it up.
belphie — ‘totally not suspicious’ to ‘pillow princess’ change after an invisible arc that the devs didn’t decide to show where [i devolve into an irritated blur about chapter 16]
luke — macaro(o?)n. i still forget which ones which. i think it would be fun to call him so he’d have to explain it out of his Baker Pride or something. he feels like the type to send you 10 links to various cooking sources if you ask “how do i make scrambled eggs” because he doesn’t know which one you mean.
simeon — golden bunny. bunny is autocorrect from ‘bonnie,’ logic is angel -> michael -> william. sidenote but he’d either get so startled at jumpscares or he’d be completely stonefaced and both are hilarious outcomes. levi is very conflicted about this (can’t criticize him, he’d die, but also very confused about the situation)
barbatos — barbie girl 💞💞💞. self explanatory. this one starts fights sometimes (/silly)
diavolo — ‘princiPAL’ to ‘dewdrop’ after a friendship arc. no justification i just think it’s cute and fits him :]
barbatos naming his close contacts after tea is brilliant and i am stealing it. if you’d like to use this ask to share your headcanons about their little mannerisms pretty please feel free to share!!! id love to hear them :]
- blue !
WAAAAH thank you i do enjoy making people smile/laugh . also thank you for this ask being so long its been so delightful to read over :D sorry my reply is going to be about the same length because im so AWWAAWWAAWAAA over your ideas honestly
sweet tooth is SUCH a fun group chat name . yall better make sure to share those sweets with me okay /silly
also subtly not-so-subtly shipping diavolo and lucifer to their faces is so funny. i feel like lucifer would Know but he doesnt want to admit that he knows or bring it up at all in case it makes dia uncomfy sdkfjhkds
i really like those lucifer ideas. he definitely wears a very distinctive cologne . the only thing i can liken it to (to me at least) is the way gin feels going down your throat, but like . in smell form instead, if that makes sense?? and inkwell is so fitting but simultaneously i feel like hed be Cross over it (but only on a surface level. if somebody else notices it he gets all grumpy but as long as its just you hes cool with it)
im losing my mind at the idea of mammon wearing an anklet . when i first read the nickname my brain immediately went to those house arrest anklets people wear. like, lucifer putting one on him because mamms is a mischievous little guy. HIM BEING HTE MONOPOLY MAN IS SO FUNNY TO ME ACTUALLY . you know he always insists on being the banker when you introduce everyone to the game and skims cash off the top, citing "interest" and "handling fees" and the like.
YEAH yeah in my brain i want levi to be into genshin but i think hes kind of blase about playing it regularly. he plays the occasional event and will hyperfixate on it once every few months and catch up, and also log in to spend all his money on characters he thinks are Neat (or that he's read are going to be the New Amazing Awesome Cool OverPowered Meta Guys) . he seems like an enjoyer of all the most 'typical' genshin characters, like keqing, ganyu, ayaka, raiden shogun and kokomi . like thats the extent for him sjdkhkjsd
i love the imagery of satan initially being Mildly Annoyed and Confused but the moment he's let in on the joke he's fully on board. i feel like he's that way with a lot of things, he just loathes being excluded and doesn't know how to word it so he gets snippy or even just downright mad. i could also see satan assigning haikus to peoples contact descriptions that get increasingly more ridiculous as he comes up with them.
Asmo's are so fun and silly too, i feel like he gets so grumpy if you message him too late or too early so the DNI is totally warranted but hes SUUUCH a bad sport about it . he WILL whine about it to an absurd extent. i can totally see him having hearts in almost everyone's contact name but he has this whole dictionary in his brain of the different heart emojis and their meanings . (i was gonna say something about yours being blue (because of the nickname you chose) but honestly i associate you with more of a minty green ?? not sure why. its a compliment though!) i just love asmo being SUCH a drama queen but like you know that he knows that you dont actually hate him and arent mad at him he just plays it up, its like an intricate game of cat and mouse to him. he plays the damsel in distress and you have to go save him from the evil dragon ( the fake villainous version of you that he basically made up for the funny)
IM REALLY OBSESSED WITH BEEL BEING NOKIA BRICK. THERES SOMETHING SO AMUSING ABOUT THAT TO ME. i read it initially more in the sense that he can take anything that's thrown at him (or that he gets thrown at) without a scratch . man can eat all kinds of weird nasty food without even BLINKING. the idea that he can hardly use technology simply because he doesnt really Care is also very amusing to me. hes the epitome of "damn bitch you live like this?" because he just doesnt care to learn about the things that he doesnt feel are necessary (a complete opposite to belphie, who must have everything Just Right or else he goes bonkers insane. beel will learn to do things for belphies sake i think).
Belphie is so pillow princess coded honestly, youre so right. i do not blame you for being irritated about chapter 16 it is so. its so. it is. yep. like. sorry solmare these characters are mine now ill develop them good and also not flanderise them so its okay.
ok i think macaroons are the chewy ones, and macarons are the meringue ones. i love luke so much i feel like he's a chronic over-explainer like. you ask him where a place is and he's like "oh its in this place thats sort of near this other place, do you remember when we did (xyz)? yeah its kinda adjacent to there but also not really. the building next to it is this colour and sometimes they have a sign outside oh but also sometimes they dont so its like... yeah." and you find out its like the biggest building on the main street and its just like . "dude why didnt you just say that" and he just shrugs because he genuinely didnt think about it in that way . hes a very visual thinker and he has to explain every little detail forever or else he loses his little mind (yes im projecting no i dont take constructive criticism )
calling barbatos barbie and barbie girl genuinely always SLAUGHTERS me its so so funny . come on barbie lets go party <3 . i feel like the best solution to that starting fights is to mention it to diavolo who will then be Ecstatic at the realisation because he loves barbie and suddenly he will ONLY call barbatos 'barbie' and oh boy you have opened pandora's box there barbs would NOT be happy sjkhfks
princiPAL made me giggle a lot its so silly and fun. dewdrop is also an ADORABLE name for him he is soooo dewdrop coded to me . i feel like dia loves the first one especially because he loves goofy puns and also knowing that people think of him in like a friendly light. he aches to be approachable and friendlike as opposed to a Distant Unapproachable Demon King Grr Scary
thank you so much again for sharing all of this with me, it was so so fun to read and respond to i feel like we are So on the same wavelength about a lot of things and its really delighting me :D
#blue im obsessed with how you just allow autocorrect to dictate your life (positive connotation btw)#sorry this took so long to respond to i wanted to make sure i gave you the response and engagement you deserve !!!!!!!#you r so cool and epic /gen#blue anon#obey me#general barks
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hi sunny~ I hope it's going great for you💕 and for the ask game, how about 7, 8, 12 and 14?
Hi, Percy! Things are pretty good for me. Thank you for the ask! 💕
7 - Does your s/i have any special powers or abilities?
Yes. Aside from the canon magical abilities, he has an innate ability of heightened perception. He's able to pick up on subtle things others may miss, both in the environment and in interactions with others. This, when refined later on, allows him to almost predict what will happen next as a consequence of present goings on. It's almost a really short-term version of predicting the future. Though it's more of a detective's intuition than sorcery.
8 - Does your s/i have any unusual weaknesses or disabilities?
Carrying on from prev, the intuiting the future thing doesn't apply to her own actions. She doesn't know what the future may hold for her. Though that doesn't affect her confidence in decision-making at all.
Additionally, she's prone to wrath. It's a big reason why she and S-tan are so closely linked. It's not easily triggered by others. It's by circumstances she deems are unacceptable and can't hold back on demanding it be fixed. One way or another. She can be harsh at times, and that's her fatal flaw. (Also, like with S-tan, it can make her come across as similar to Luci at times.)
And yknow, she's autistic. Because I am.
12 - How do other characters generally feel about your s/i?
He's viewed positively overall. He's outgoing, cheerful, and makes sure everyone feels included. Gets along well with most of them. Though there's certainly some friction with Belphie and Luci at times. Mainly due to stubbornness on both sides.
14 - Would any other characters (besides your f/o) have a crush on your s/i?
They're all yknow, at least a little bit in love. Because that's the game!
But honestly, probably Dia? And it's mainly that they're really similar. They have tons of fun together and have high levels of mutual understanding. There's a whole host of reasons why that'd never go anywhere romantically, though. (I don't like him like that, but I see the ship potential, ig)
#I'm kind of big into the theory that like every character has an associated 'sin' regardless of like species?#like that the pattern kinda repeats with#Dia being pride. Barbs is greed. Luke is envy. and so on. It just manifests differently#so I tied this into Sunny's character as well#plus it works really well in her dynamic with S-tan#they're both able to keep each other calm while also getting where the other comes from#though he certainly encourages to give into it more than she did prior to the events of the game#but I mean who wouldn't get angry in her position?#sunny answers#devotion-between-the-wheat
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Hello friend! I'm so sorry for my ramblings... Regarding your 'Levi rewritten as the Avatar of Gluttony' post: I think it just boils down to Beelzebub's fucked-up writing. I mean, all the characters have been destroyed and lost all significance (and because solmare is too lazy to fix it and support the OG game, we've now got a lazy isekai within an isekai to milk the whale players even more ((((::::: fun but anyways), but Beel's particularly bad. Gluttony, mainly, means over-indulgence and »The Lord of Flies« is obviously mostly tied to food, however, the actual sin as per mentioned in the Bible is often associated with alcohol. This is a goofy example but no matter the circumstances, Shane from Stardew Valley could be the Avatar of Gluttony🤡. Disregarding fasting or Sabbath is also linked to Gluttony, which is probably why they've written Beel to be dense-ish, I think? Desiring delicacies and being picky etc. is considered gluttonous as well, but Beelzebub eats everything, even plates and stuff lol Like, they could have made him desire Celestial Realm food because that's what he was used to and he would get sick otherwise, but no. The most well-written characters in terms of their sin are, in my humble opinion, Lucifer and Levi. Belphie's solid in terms of essence but the writing🪦 Asmo and Beel are so bad though. Especially Asmo, who's slowly been fixed by the fandom but... but canon Asmo is the epitome of terrible writing and missed opportunities. Enough pessimism!!! I loved reading your thoughts, you articulate yourself very well and it would have been a powerful piece, but would an Otome Game with a gacha system really criticize consumerism and the apathetic, clinical nature of modernity and absence of satisfaction like that? You're a treasure in this fandom❤️
Hello!! Firstly, never apologize for your ramblings! We accept ramblers in this household (<- is the biggest rambler of all)
Secondly, I haven't actually played the original obey me game in so long I think I've sanded down a lot of the bad writing bits lol. Like, I remember the complaints and out Satan just be reduced down to his love of cats, but that's about it?
I'm actually pretty optimistic about Nightbringer. I think that the writing is really solid, I know we haven't gotten much, and I'm still stuck at level 6, but I think (hope?) That Solmare has a solid vision of what they want this game story's to be. Something I think they lacked in the original game.
I like the idea of Beel being picky about what he eats, and him desiring Celestial realm food! I can't blame Solmare too much for taking the food route with Beel, as Gluttony is so often associated with food.
I think Beel's biggest flaw is a lack of secondary characteristics. Every character is pretty typical with their sin. Mammon is Greed, so he's constantly scheming on how to make money and steals things. Which sounds shallow, but it's what Solmare did with Mammon outside of his sin that made him interesting. He's a Tsun, he's overconfident, he has a secret soft side, etc.
Even Asmo has an identity outside of his sin. I know you don't think he's well-written, and maybe I've forgotten his bad writing and am just remembering his fannon characterization, but I think he's pretty good. His egotism is a cool touch, as well as his need to constantly be desired. I do think that fans have done way more with his character than Solmare even did, exploring how Asmo is terrified to gain weight, and how he feels like he's only good for his looks, something that's only been hinted at in game. Overall though? Idk, I think he's neat.
(Of course, ignoring his creepy tendencies in game. Because, yikes, does Solmare make some uh.... bold writting decisions sometimes)
Beel, again, lacks a strong character voice. Besides his hungry, what can you describe him as? A gentle giant? Very chill and blunt? On a houseful of outspoken demons, he's definitely the most chill to be around when he's not hungry. Which can be a rather of fresh air to some, but can also leave him lacking.
In the first 18 lessons, this was harder to notice because Beel's section was actually very well done, in my option. Hearing him talk about his guilt about saving Belphie while you're secretly helping Belphie was very interesting.
It's a shame that Solmare didn't do more with Beel.
If I could tweak Beel, instead of changing his whole character, I would lean into Beel's kindness. Beel's kind heart is a rarity among demons, and with how quick he was to befriend Luke, and appear to hide him in his room was really sweet. Beel has a really good sense of right and wrong, and characters even remarked how loyal Beel is.
Leaning into that, making him the most angelic brother who does a 180 when his hunger is out of control. I know they already kinda did this characterization with Satan, how he's normally pretty polite unless he's angry, but I think it would be possible to pull off.
Beel could feel very ashamed when he snaps out of his Gluttony inflicted rampage, vowing to do better next time, even though it's a Sisyphean goal. Because, unlike the other sins, hungry is a physical feeling you can't fight like being prideful or not stealing something. This makes him like his twin as both of their sins are physical, which would explain why they're so close, as they never blame each other for their sins taking control and making them do things.
Having Beel be so angelic, so perfect, could also make the other characters jealous. Because he's a shining example of not falling and becoming corrupt like his brothers. Even Lucifer fall and became monstrous, but Beel refused to sink to that level.
Having Beel be so ashamed of his hungry would make a good arc, as Beel could try to train himself to have restraint over food. When you and he have a pact together, he could ask you to force him not to eat food when it's right in front of him. He could try to beat his sin and get it under control.
Having Beel be so ashamed of his sin is also very interesting when you think about his relationship with Lucifer. On all accounts, Beel should hate Lucifer for causing them all to fall, to dooming him to his life, but because of Beel's loyalty he never voices this opinion, so he and Lucifer are stuck in this awkward spot with Beel being willing to follow Lucifer anywhere, and Lucifer knowing how much Beel is ashamed of his sin and how he tries to overcome it. When he was the cause of his sin, and how he is unable to fight his own sin.
"Would a Otome Game with a gacha system really criticize consumerism, and the apathetic, clinical nature of modernity and the absence of satisfaction like that?"
No, no they wouldn't 😔 which is a shame, because it's a pretty neat idea!
Creating an Otome game where the 7 sins are used to criticize capitalism, and modern trends would be really interesting, in my opinion!
I don't have many ideas, besides what I already talked about for Gluttony, but I'm interested in doing something with "pride before the fall" for Pride? Lucifer in the game is basically perfect, so we don't see much of him getting overconfident and failing because of his hubris.
Having a character whose fatal flaw is hubris would be interesting!
Lust is also an interesting sin to play around with. Maybe link it to egoism. There's this new trend, idk if yall seen it yet, of people using Hr speak when talking with their friends. Like "are you in the right headspace to hear bad news right now?", "don't ask me to help you move.", as well as cutting off friendships coldly because "we seem to be on different paths at this moment of time". How detached people have become, and how they believe that they're the main character of the universe.
This isn't like, a complete misdirect from Asmo, I think Asmo is very egotistical and this wouldn't be a complete change. But I think it's still a good jumping off point for an Oc.
#obey me#obey me beel#obey me asmo#obey me nb#obey me nightbringer#kinda#ask#my post#anyways. like always i have a lot of Thoughts#would love to hear yalls opinions about tne sins!!
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— Obey me! Masterlist
Most of this is Lucifer but there is occasional some not Lucifer stuff, however I don’t write romance for any brothers other than Lucifer.
I aim to create an inclusive writing blog so all of my works are gn!reader but I believe their are some afab!reader works which will be tagged!
If there is ever any dead/broken links please send me an ask!! For mobile users, if any of my links take you to safari then back to tumblr lmk by sending an ask and I’ll fix it!!!
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> diavolo's reaction to levi and satan inviting him to roleplay
lucifer —
romantic [x reader]
> My Sweetheart Is Handsome But They Are Even Prettier
> And even in your most vulnerable (AFAB reader) [18+]
> Breaking My Back Just To Know Your Name
platonic
> What happens after? [Lucifer & Satan]
> I was told to chose, to chose to be what I chose to be [Asmo & Lucifer]
>What Does It Mean To Be Family? [Belphie & Lucifer]
mammon —
platonic
> Differences To Some Are Similarites To Others [Mammon & Beel]
> It’s a horror movies!?! [Levi & Mammon]
leviathan —
platonic
> It’s a horror movie!?! [Levi & Mammon]
> Roleplay, in this economy? [Satan & Levi]
satan —
platonic
> Roleplay, in this economy? [Satan & Levi]
asmodeus —
platonic
> I was told to chose, to chose to be what I chose to be [Asmo & Lucifer]
beelzebub —
platonic
> Differences To Some Are Similarities To Others [Mammon & Beel]
> Offer Me That Deathless Death [Beel & Belphie]
belphegor —
platonic
> Offer Me That Deathless Death [Beel & Belphie]
> What Does It Mean To Be Family? [Belphie & Lucifer]
I've tried hard to love you. (Try harder to save me.) 5k+ words, Lucifer x reader, time travel and musical duets.
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Hi so sorry to bother you but I think there is something wrong with your Only Human master list every time I click on a name it sends me to Google and I only get Beel or Belphie not the name I click on, could you tell me what I’m doing wrong?
omg that's soooo freaking weird i'm looking right now and i see what you're talking about!! I just fixed the links for you:
Try clicking on them now...they took me to the right ones but just let me know for sure if you wouldn't mind! I'm so sorry that happened, I have no idea why 🙃🙃
Thank you for letting me know, too!! 💜
#tumblr just wrecked my only human masterlist wtf#i'm so pissed#i guess after awhile the links need updated???#idk man#asks#answered#otakuarts-707
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ayla sounds very intriguing on her own~ if she strives to be diplomatic as a result of holding no magical power, then is she an opportunist at heart? does she value the truth even in the face of danger, or would she rather stay quiet if it meant that peace would continue?
i ask this because i wonder if the spell she attempted was an attempt to prove something to everyone, or if she wanted to get to the bottom of something. i'd love to hear more!! :]
I put Ayla firmly in the chaotic neutral camp (along with Solomon tbh). She wants to save the world and change it for the better but she also wants the credit for doing that.
She has always had political ambitions and was discovered as a candidate for the exchange program in the first place because she'd applied to so many human world ones and had experience with Model UN-type work and had proven willing to learn from others and teach them in return.
She's altruistic but also a little naive. When she arrives in the Devildom and receives the warning that demons will be constantly trying to harm or take advantage of her, she manipulates Mammon into the pact without fully understanding what it means for either of them but believing it will keep her safe.
She does not trust Lucifer and believes Belphegor's claim that he is a human wrongfully imprisoned- even when she finds evidence suggesting otherwise. She visits regularly and falls for him. Even after the truth is out, she continues forging pacts with the brothers, determined to free him and help the family heal. She's not always selfish but can commit blindly and relentlessly to a cause she deems important. (She is aware of the risk when she stands between Lucifer and Beel, defending Luke but she also does not protest when Satan wants to make a pact with her *for the wrong reason.* So... a little of both?
The goal is somewhere between peace and progress- she gets along well with Diavolo, with that in mind and she relishes the idea of being the human who led to the three worlds finding not only harmony but reasonable, more common interactions- like peace talks about what benefits all of them and trading agreements- after all this time.
But then we get into the Ring incident. Ayla attempts bigger and grander things with her once dormant abilities and finds these spells effortless because she is pulling magic from the universe itself without giving anything of herself in return. It's partly due to limited training and misunderstanding of the concept but it has terrible ripple effects. She's discovered to be the cause of this destruction around the time she suffers a personal tragedy (her sister escapes a cult around the same time their father dies).
Ayla is sent back to the human world in hopes that being around fewer temptations and with less access to dark magic and artefacts, she will heal and remember her goals outside of the power she needs to stop abusing.
She's a very angry, scared, and vulnerable young human when she attempts something truly selfish. It's my head canon that even though Belphegor is free to rejoin the family after the Lesson 16 incident (Ayla was not the victim but she did feel close to him and felt guilty for still being in love with Belphie even after that), there was magic in place to keep Belphegor from leaving the Devildom in a way that even a summoning could not easily override. Ayla attempted it anyway. She caused another earthquake and severely hurt Belphie (as well as Beel, who felt the effects through their telepathic link).
It was a desperate moment halfway between the need to prove herself and just wanting to feel loved and safe and as though fixing everything was possible- because she technically did that once by bringing Belphie back to his brothers and helping them reconnect and forgive him in the first place?
The Ring of Light has helped restore her magical and emotional balance. She is healing but that relationship will take much more time and it seems Ayla will always prioritize her ambitions and even her impulses.
#thank you again for letting me rant#i have so much in my head about this disaster girl#ayla getsumei#3vocatio#the disaster duo chronicles
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Magical Eggs, What Will Hatch?
Milady's 38.
I think Diavolo was holding his egg and that's why Belphie said 12 eggs. (They fixed it, it says thirteen now)
My egg would be in my bra. Think about it: it's warm, you know where it is and unless something slams you in the chest it's safe.
Luke made a baby harness for his egg ;-;
Simeon, why are you cute?
Someone said how the brothers are reacting is how they will react when their partner's water breaks. Mammon is the panicking father.
[link] Candy has a sibling.
Congratulations, you have a Pokemon.
Aw, Luke, my heart!!
The two cat people get cats while I get a freaking sheep.
I thought the Mc is rainbow and Solomon is white. I guess our creatures swap our colors.
My creature is named Sky because they are a cloud.
Sky, while they were still small, lied on Candy's back and followed me like that.
Getting food with Beel and Pom.
Jeremy sounds terrifying. I'm going dress up Sky and Candy since we just ate.
Jerry-chan, floating around me.
Luke, you're precious.
Candy is the translator for Sky.
"Sky and Candy have been getting along, and Sky has been interested in drawing. They drew a picture of me, Candy and themself together, it's really cute."
"Mom, I don't want to say goodbye, I love my sibling!" -Candy
I thought of angst on everyone visiting their creatures until one day Sky only saw Candy and Candy has to tell them the bad news. We're humans after all.
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One of the Yandere! Brothers Hides MC
This is how each brother would hide you, and if it'd even work. I might expand on the idea later but I have a lot of asks to get through.
Also, do you guys think it would be too gross to link my ko-fi on my posts? I don't want to seem greedy, I just know a lot of people see my posts and I put so much effort into this blog.
Lucifer
If he tries to hide you from the others, he's got the highest chance of success.
Most likely tells them you escaped and sends them on a wild
He's kinda an asshole like that.
He knows it's not a permanent fix, they will eventually find you, but for this moment he has you all to himself.
Spoils you during this time.
^He's trying very hard to cement himself as your favorite brother.
Overall 10/10 best brother to be hidden by because he treats you nice and his siblings can't give you shit because they're too afraid of him
Mammon
This guy is incredibly good at hiding stuff when he really wants to.
Good finders tend to be good hiders.
His only problem is that he's not good at being inconspicuous, so he gets caught fairly easy.
So only expect to be gone a few days at most.
Thankfully those days are fairly relaxing.
Mammon is terrified of annoying you, so whilst he may be a bit clingy, he's not going to ask you for anything.
After his little scheme is discovered though, you probably won't see him for a few months
^Also, you'll probably have some blame forced on you for being kidnapped. Mammons so dumb, afterall. How could you let this happen?
Leviathan
Genuinely think he'd be able to hide you forever.
Unfortunately whilst he has some experience hiding things from Mammon, it's a lot different hiding a person from his six obsessive brothers.
Whilst he won't be punished as severely as Mammon would, he definitely looses MC privileges.
Which you should be happy with. A few days with Levi, alone, should be enough to put you off the envy sin for life.
Hs's terribly clingy, needing constant reassurance that (if given the chance) you won't leave him.
Honestly so much easier to handle when you're around the others.
Satan
Would never be able to get away with this.
Everyone is constantly on his ass because of his schemes. If he even breathes wrong Lucifer is throwing him in his room.
However if given the chance, he'd be a lot like Lucifer.
Except, instead of caring you're going to get that standard abuser's tactic of degradation followed by love bombing.
It's horrible to be around him as it is, but to be alone with him for days could leave your insecurities with insecurities.
Thankfully he's too suspicious to be successful.
Asmodues
No one suspects the social media influencer to actually be able to pull this off.
Asmo is definitely someone to fear for how successfully he can pull this off.
He has lots of connections on how to make people disappear.
Thankfully your destination isn't the same place as the pour souls, but you should probably still be concerned.
It's really nice, and Asmo treats you very well, but other people most likely know you are there.
So this can occasionally lead to some scary situations with strangers.
This can also be how the others will eventually find you, but most likely Asmo hinted too much away on social media.
Beelzdbub & Belphegor
Yes they would do this together.
And no just because there is two does not mean they are good at it.
It's pretty much all Belphegor's plan. Beel just does the heavy lifting.
Unfortunately Belphie can't keep his damn mouth shut and Beel sometimes doesn't realize what he should and shouldn't say.
They're probably caught before they begin.
If they do succeed it's actually normal.
They still have tendencies, sure, but at least you can ignore them.
Besides, a little vacation away from the others where you give into your delusions of a healthy relationship can't be to harmful every now and again, can it?
(Maybe not for you but Lucifer is this close to putting both Beel and Belphie in the attic again)
#obey me!#obey me#obey me beelzebub#obey me asmodeus#obey me mammon#obey me belphegor#obey me satan#obey me leviathan#obey me lucifer#yandere obey me#obey me x mc#obey me x reader
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