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The MC Who Cried Wolf

Summary: Glancing at your DDD, eyes fleeting between the newest messages and the demon before you, you couldn’t believe that no one was taking you seriously.

Considering the prank you had pulled merely a week or so ago, it wasn’t surprising. But if you had known the situation you were going to get yourself into at the time, you would never have pulled a prank like that.

Because now you were really in danger.

Notes: Hi guys! This fic alternates between the chatroom and prose, so there's a good amount of both! I promise the entire fic is not in shorthand!

ALSO! IMPORTANT! PLEASE READ THE TRIGGER WARNINGS FIRST AND DON'T CONTINUE IF YOU ARE UNCOMFY WITH THE AFOREMENTIONED VIBES!!!

Trigger Warnings: BLOOD, VIOLENCE, K*DNAPPING, SUS DEMON, ANGST W/ HAPPY ENDING, PANIC ATTACK, MC GETS HURT, GRAPHIC DESCRIPTIONS

~In the group chat~

Everyone is online.

(Y/N): Hey guys...

Mammon: Oi, human! Where have ya been?

Satan: I do believe they went shopping earlier this morning.

Asmo: Shopping? Without me? (Y/N)! You promised to take me with you next time!

Satan: Maybe it would be more productive of you to spend your allowance on something productive , like a book.

Asmo: You act like I didn’t see you spending 1000 Grimm on cat supplies the other day! We don’t even own any cats!

Beel: Satan has a cat? Can I have a dog?

Lucifer: Satan, are you hiding another stray cat from me again? If I find out that you’ve been keeping this a secret from me, there will be serious repercussions

Levi: Keep your cat away from Henry!!!

Mammon: Oi, the human’s been real quiet don’t you think? (Y/N), wake up!

Asmo: They did say they were shopping (without me). They’re probably not looking at their phone.

Beel: I hope they’re buying some food. I’m getting hungry...

(Y/N): There’s someone coming closer

Levi: Lmaaao another lyric prank? We’re not gonna fall for that again lol.

Satan: Did you not learn your lesson last time? Please don’t joke around like that again.

Asmo: Sweetie, just hurry up and come home! I wanna see what you bought!

Belphie: If you’re going to pull a prank, let’s do it on Lucifer instead. Not on the rest of us.

Beel: Belphie, you’re awake?

Lucifer: Belphie.

Satan: I agree with that one, Belphie. (Y/N), when are you planning on coming home?

Mammon: Why do humans walk so frickin’ slow? It’s gonna take them forever to come back, so one of us should go pick them up from the store!

Lucifer: Why isn’t anyone with them? Did I not specify that they were to have an escort on them at all times?

Levi: Don’t look at me! I didn’t even know they were going out!

Asmo: I would have gone if (Y/N) invited me!

Lucifer: Whatever. (Y/N), send me your location and I will head that way. Apparently all of my brothers are idiots.

Asmo: So mean!

Mammon: I’m not an idiot!

Lucifer: Silence. (Y/N), which store are you in?

Lucifer: (Y/N)?

Levi: (Y/N) totally got weirded out from Lucifer’s scary energy rofl lmao

Satan: It’s not hard to see how. Lucifer doesn’t know how to control himself when it comes to his temper.

Beel: Is Lucifer angry?

Asmo: You’re one to talk, Satan! That’s why (Y/N) needs to spend more time with me instead of you OR Lucifer! Besides, who doesn’t want to spend time with the most handsome demon in all of the Devildom~?

Belphie: (Y/N), ignore Lucifer okay? If you send me your location I’ll have Beel come and get you.

Beel: I’ll be happy to come pick you up, (Y/N). :)

Satan: Belphie, why are you offering for Beel to go get them? Why can’t you go yourself?

Belphie: sleepyzzzzzzzz...

Beel: Belphie nodded off to sleep again

(Y/N): He’s following me

Beel: (Y/N), we know it’s a prank. Hurry and cut it out before Lucifer gets mad again.

Mammon: Beel is right! Just admit it’s a prank before Lucifer punishes ya again! I don’t even wanna think about what happened last time...

Asmo: I’ll take your place, (Y/N)! I’ll take all of Lucifer’s punishments~

Lucifer: Asmo, I’m sure you wouldn’t mind me taking all of your skincare products for the rest of the week?

Asmo: NEVERMIND! (Y/N) COME ON AND HURRY BACK HOME!

Lucifer: In all seriousness, (Y/N). Stop this nonsense at once. You can either return home or one of us will come and get you.

(Y/N): I’m scared

Mammon: He’s not gonna do anything if ya come home right now! You’ll get to luck out on another punishment!

Beel: You have nothing to be afraid of, right? Lucifer won’t punish you if you’re coming home now.

Levi: Just came back from grinding in Doki Doki Magical Girl Heart Cafe Dating Simulator 2... (Y/N) isn’t heading back yet? Oi, (Y/N)! You said you would be back before dinner so we could play in multiplayer mode!!!

Satan: Again with the long titles...

Levi: It’s a really good game, Satan! You normies wouldn’t understand the logistics of running a tycoon based game with an influx of regular NPC’s who have a plethora of different requests and--

Satan: We get it, Levi.

Mammon: Does that game involve making money?

Levi: Of course he shows up when the topic turns to money. YOU STILL OWE ME MY MONEY, YOU SCUMBAG!!!

Mammon: I don’t have the money right now! I can’t give you what I don’t have!

Levi: YOU PROBABLY WASTED IT ALL GAMBLING AT THE CASINO!!!

Mammon: It wasn’t a waste! I was about to hit the jackpot!!

Levi: SURE YOU WERE, FRICKIN’ NORMIE. WORST OF THE WORST. ABSOLUTE TRASH.

Beel: Don’t mind them, (Y/N). I’ll make sure no one is arguing when you get back. Is that why you’re avoiding the chat?

Beel: (Y/N)?

(Y/N): I’m onfdskhg

Lucifer: ?

Levi: ghdlgjfdsln

Mammon: Sksksksskksks? Cha-ching? Money making machine?

Belphie: Stop spamming the chat with gibberish.

Satan: (Y/N), did your hand slip or something?

Levi: I thought they might respond again if I keyboard smashed, but I guess I was wrong RIP

Asmo: (Y/N) Dearest, where has my darling (Y/N) gone?

Mammon: Your darling? I was THEIR FIRST , ya know! Have some respect!

Satan: I checked their location status, but it was turned off.

Beel: (Y/N), I think you’re taking this prank too far. Lucifer is already getting upset.

Levi: They turned it off? Sounds like something they would do for the sake of a prank. Can we get an F in the chat for (Y/N)’s soul when they get back from this lololol?

Belphie: F

Beel: What does F mean?

Levi: Sigh, normies will never understand.

Lucifer: (Y/N), why did you turn off your location services? Lord Diavolo told you to never turn it off, remember? Are you going against his word?

Belphie: It’s always about Lord Diavolo, isn’t it?

Lucifer: Belphegor, hush. (Y/N), you understand why we keep it on, right? It’s for your safety. Turn it back on so we can see where you are.

Satan: I mean, if I found out that Lucifer was stalking my location 24/7 I would turn it off in a heartbeat. Just saying.

Asmo: (Y/N)~! Just tell us where you ran off to~! I promise Luci-chan won’t be mad at you!

Lucifer: Don’t make promises for me. And don’t call me that.

Outside of the chat, you were on the verge of giving up your cry for help. You wanted to be subtle about it; sending short, quick messages was the easiest way to NOT draw the creep’s attention.

You had resorted to sending quick messages with one hand, the other latched firmly on the buttons trailing down from your shirt collar. Your eyes peered at the demon before you as you took a few steps back.

“Why don’t we talk outside?” asked the demon. “This clothes shop must be boring for a little human like yourself. I can treat you to much better than this ol’ thrift store.” As he spoke, he waved a clawed hand over his head, gesturing to the little clothing store you had stepped inside.

You were farther from the House of Lamentation than you felt comfortable with. It was on the far side of the downtown area.

I knew I shouldn’t have come here alone, but sometimes I want to shop by myself! You thought, your back thumping against a rack of clothes.

Glancing at your phone, eyes fleeting between the newest messages and the demon before you, you couldn’t believe that no one was taking you seriously.

“No thank you." (Y/N) couldn’t back up any further. “I’m actually about to head back home.”

“Where do you live? Surely an attractive human like yourself doesn’t live around these parts. It’s dangerous around here for a frail human.” As the demon said this, he licked his lips and eyed you up and down.

You didn’t know what to say. Your heart was pounding in your chest, and anxiety was making your legs shake.

Wait! My pact!

“Hear me, denizens of the darkness, you who are born of shadow and--” Before you could finish the spell, (apparently the demon realized what you were up to), the demon quickly grabbed your wrist and yanked you forward.

“Not another word! Now let’s go!” In the process, you dropped your phone.

You lamented over the abandoned DDD as the demon began to pull you away. Apparently the demon noticed this, and chose to turn around. He didn’t loosen his grasp on your wrist as he pocketed the device and hurried out of the thrift shop with you in tow.

~In the group chat~

Beel: I’m hungry. Who’s turn is it to cook again?

Satan: It was (Y/N)’s turn, but it’s already starting to get late. Are they not home yet?

Beel: Nobody was in the kitchen when I went there to get a snack.

Asmo: Eating a snack right before dinner isn’t healthy! Anyways, (Y/N)’s probably on their way back! When I come back from shopping, my arms are always full of bags so I can never text!

Levi: Typical Asmo. (Y/N), can you hurry up and come home? We already missed the multiplayer event on Doki Doki Magical Girl Heart Cafe Dating Simulator 2, but we can still make the final episode premiere of My girlfriend was turned into a witch but now she doesn’t know how to control her powers and I think she started the apocalypse so now I have to fix it! season 2.

Satan: I don’t even want to know.

Mammon: I don’t understand what Levi said at all!

Levi: You all suck!

Lucifer: I called (Y/N), but they didn’t answer. Has anyone heard from them since they tried to prank us earlier?

Beel: I haven’t heard anything.

Belphie: I dozed off but haven’t gotten any messages from them.

Asmo: Like I said, they’re probably carrying a bunch of stuff!

Lucifer: I would hope not. They forgot their wallet at home.

Levi: ?!

Asmo: ?!

Satan: ?!

Mammon: >:)

Lucifer: Mammon.

Mammon: JUST KIDDING!

Beel: I’m starting to get worried. Why won’t they answer their calls?

Belphie: Maybe their phone is dead and they got lost?

Mammon: Wouldn’t they use one of their pacts?

Levi: Hold up, Mammon actually has a point for once. If they were lost, they would definitely summon one of us to take them back home.

Lucifer: I will go out to the shopping area and search for them. Maybe they panicked and forgot about our pacts.

Levi: It’s unlikely they forgot, it’s drilled into their head almost everyday at RAD lmao.

Satan: Our pacts are really important to them. They wouldn’t just forget about them. Maybe they would forget about YOURS, Lucifer. But definitely not MINE.

Lucifer: I will ignore your remark for the time being until I get back, Satan. I will keep the chat updated if I find them.

Outside of the chat...

The nameless demon brought you to his home, which looked more like a sewer than a house, but nevertheless...

You tried summoning your pacts several times, to which the demon finally got fed up and tied a cloth around your mouth to prevent you from speaking.

With your mouth, hands, and ankles tied, you could do nothing but sit on the floor (and occasionally wriggle to try and escape your restraints).

Apparently, this demon was very talented in tying ropes and the like, so it didn’t seem like you would be getting out any time soon.

The brothers don’t know where I am... Will they ever find me? Will he keep me trapped here until I die? You couldn’t help but let your mind wander to the worst possible scenario. Usually one of the brothers was with you to prevent a situation like this from happening in the first place.

I’M SO STUPID! I should have invited Asmo or Mammon to come along with me...’ Tears welled up in your eyes, and without any way to wipe them, they strolled down your cheeks.

The demon seemed to appreciate the horrific gesture.

“Those tears of yours look tasty.” Yanking you up by the collar, the demon licked the stream of tears protruding from your eyes before tossing you back to the ground. “I want to make you cry for me even more.”

Your stomach sank, and a cold chill shivered down your spine.

The demon grinned and kicked you in the ribs with a terrifying speed. One kick. Two kicks. Three. Four.

As each blow knocked the wind out of you, you couldn’t help but whimper from the pain. You also knew that would probably lead him on further, but how could you help it? After the demon’s assault had seemingly finished, he decided to take a break for the time being.

“You really wear me out, human!” Grinning from ear to ear, he ruffled the top of your head as if he didn’t just land several blows to your midsection.

His soft grip, however, soon turned into a tight yank, and you were dragged across the floor by your hair towards the other end of the room. The demon stomped on a particular switch, from which an underground passage emerged from two of the floor panels.

“Aight, I’ll be back later. Have fun, okay?” Without warning, the demon let go of your hair, allowing you to tumble down the concrete staircase with no way for you to brace yourself.

Against the cold concrete floor, you ached in pain from the concussion you had most likely endured, among other injuries from your tumble.

~~~

Several hours into the night, the House of Lamentation had heard nothing back from their beloved human.

Lord Diavolo had already been made aware of the issue as soon as it began to get dark, and currently had three search parties deployed.

“Don’t worry about it, we’ll have them back safe and sound,” Diavolo had said, although now those words sounded like false hope.

“This better not be a joke.” Of course, Lucifer was locked up in his room, hands clenched under his chin as he rested his elbows on the coffee table. He was deep in thought, wondering where you could have run off to.

However, a quick series of knocks tore him from his train of thought, and he stepped over towards the door to see who was asking for him at this hour. He rolled his eyes as he opened the door and found Mammon on the other side.

“You will not be using this chaos to get ahold of my credit card.”

However, when Mammon said nothing, Lucifer took a closer look at his younger brother. It appeared as though the second born hadn’t registered a single word Lucifer had said.

Mammon’s chest heaved up and down, his hands barely gripping onto his DDD.

“L-Lucif..Lu...er.” Through jagged, shaking breaths, Mammon looked up into Lucifer’s eyes with a wide, scared expression. It had been a very, very long time since Mammon had come to Lucifer looking this disheveled.

“Mammon?” Lucifer pulled Mammon into his room and shut the door behind him. “What has gotten into you?” His tone came out more worried than he had intended.

“Luc...Luci..” Unable to control his breathing, Mammon choked on air, and a crackled sob forced its way out of his mouth along with several tears.

He shook his head, as if trying to erase something from his memory.

Lucifer was almost unsure of what to do. He was not the best demon at comforting people... Why didn’t he go to someone like Asmo? Or Beel?

“Tell me what happened,” said Lucifer.

“I- It,” sniffle, “I, I s-saw them,” involuntary sob, “th-they, Lucif... you, and...” as Mammon’s words flowed together with the sounds of his panic attack, Lucifer realized that he was not going to get an answer this way.

“You saw them? Who? (Y/N)?” Lucifer shook Mammon’s shoulders, as if doing so would snap him out of it.

“I cou-couldn’t! T-They!” Mammon broke down into tears again, and if Lucifer hadn’t been gripping his shoulders he would have crumpled to the floor.

Lucifer felt all of Mammon’s weight begin to fall into his grasp, and he lowered him down to the floor.

“Mammon. I need you to look at me,” Lucifer’s voice was unusually soft, as he only ever used this tone of voice with you.

Mammon looked up at him, DDD momentarily forgotten next to him on the floor.

“Whatever has happened, I will take care of it. Do you understand? You are not in trouble.” A rare statement indeed from the Avatar of Pride, but right now he needed information. And he needed Mammon to stop panicking.

Mammon clenched his eyes shut, gripping onto Lucifer’s shirt and burying his face into his brother’s chest. His own chest still heaved up and down, as he was unable to control the breaths that forced their way in and out of his lungs.

With a shaky hand, Mammon grabbed the DDD from the floor and slapped it into Lucifer’s palm.

“Your DDD? What about it? I don’t understand.” Lucifer pushed Mammon back and stared into his reddening and swollen eyes, as if they had the answers to why Mammon was acting like this.

“I-I was... I was sleepin’, and...” Through ragged breaths, Mammon tried his best to explain what had happened, “...and a-and... a call, and (Y/N), and they were there! AND SOMEONE ELSE WAS THERE, AND I COULDN’T SEE THEM AND THEY CALLED FOR ME AND I-” He broke down again into Lucifer’s arms.

“(Y/N)? You talked to (Y/N)?”

“Somethin’ happened... somethin’ bad... t-they were bleedin’ and they couldn’t call for us...” Mammon mumbled, the mere frustration of the situation overwhelming his very soul.

Lucifer said nothing as Mammon’s story began to process in his head.

“They... They were there... and these demons were hurting them...” he continued. “They laughed at us.”

Looking up at Lucifer like a small child separated from his mother at a grocery store, Mammon cried, “Please, help them.”

Lucifer glanced down at Mammon’s DDD. When he unlocked the screen, the first image that appeared before him was a screenshot of a recent DevilTime video call.

As he peered at the image before him, Lucifer felt as though someone had stabbed him directly in the chest.

You were in the image, your face badly beaten and bruised. Your eyes were swollen (most likely from crying) and there was a demon holding you up by your hair.

The demon’s face was partially cut out of the picture, but still within the frame.

~In the group chat~

Lucifer: We fucked up.

Levi: Huh? What do you mean?

Satan: Did you hear back from (Y/N) yet? What do you mean we fucked up?

Belphie: Beel just woke me up... Did (Y/N) come back?

Lucifer: Levi, I am going to send you an image, and I want you to find the location where it was recorded.

Levi: ?

Levi: Oh, I just got something. Lemme check...

Beel: An image?

Satan: I’m guessing someone saw them? That’s a relief.

Levi: Lucifer, this...

Lucifer: I know. Please, Leviathan.

Belphie: Since when does Lucifer say ‘please’?

Levi: It will take some time for me to pull up the coordinates.

Mammon: Levi,

Mammon: Hurry. Please.

Levi: typingwithonehand, i’mgoingasfastasican!

Belphie: Don’t tell me (Y/N) is in danger...

Satan: Mammon, is that true?

Mammon: ...

Satan: MAMMON, TELL ME.

Mammon: We fucked up.

Satan: WHERE ARE THEY? LEVI, DID YOU FIND THEM YET? HOW COULD WE HAVE BEEN SO DAMN STUPID?

Belphie: Someone is going to die tonight.

Beel: We should have listened to them, even though we thought it was a prank...

Levi: *coordinates sent* I have the coordinates. I can assume we’re all going to go?

Belphie: Fuck yes. I’m going to tear the limbs off of the demon who took our precious human.

Satan: I’ll torture them slowly and painfully.

Asmo: We found (Y/N)? I’m coming! This is slightly more important than my beauty sleep!

Beel: I’m already waiting in the foyer.

Lucifer: Mammon, will you be joining us as well?

Mammon: ... Ye. The Great Mammon has to teach these guys a valuable lesson.

Outside of the chat...

You groaned as the evil demon dug his claw into your side, tearing a sharp bloody line across your flesh.

“I’m starting to get a bit hungry, ya know? These small dollops of human blood aren't’ doing it for me anymore.” The demon licked the blood that was dripping down your waist. “I’m so tempted to just take a bite!”

Licking his lips, the demon added: “Human blood is the best! It’s so damn sweet!”

At this point, the fear that you felt had started to make your senses go numb. Of course, every attack was excruciatingly painful, but it was as if the max amount of terror had been met long ago.

That’s it... Nobody is going to come for me... I’m going to die here. You thought, submitting yourself to another set of fresh tears. Considering how dehydrated you were, you were surprised you could shed them at all. At least I got to see Mammon before I die... I must have spooked him, though...

“Who the FUCK DO YOU THINK YOU ARE?” The sound of various familiar voices jostled you from your thoughts of death, and you opened your eyes to find your seven saviors standing before you.

Mammon tackled you in the biggest hug he had ever given anyone.

“(Y/N)...” He sobbed into your shoulder, forgetting to remove the restraints beforehand. “(Y/N), you’re okay.”

You chuckled softly. The hug pushed up against your various cuts and bruises, but you were thankful nonetheless. You nodded weakly, your body gaining a growing sense of heaviness as the seconds marched forward.

“Take their restraints off first, idiot!” Asmo’s voice wailed from behind them.

The Avatar of Lust gently removed the magic ties from your mouth, wrists, and ankles.

“Oh dear, your beautiful skin...” Asmo ran a finger across some of the exposed bruises lining your arm. “I’m so sorry...”

The sounds of torture echoing through the room made your skin crawl, and goosebumps formed on the back of your neck. Satan, Belphie, and Lucifer had surprisingly teamed up to take on the kidnapper.

Of course, the trio were three of the most powerful demons in the Devildom. There was no issue in terms of strength, but as for how long they could keep him alive before they could force him to endure a slow and painful death, that was another story...

“Here...” Beel sat next to you, a bottle of water in hand. “Drink some. It has electrolytes so your strength can come back.”

Pressing the tip of the bottle against your lips, he looked a little relieved when you began to drink the liquid.

“Ah... thank you Beel.” Your voice was so fragile and quiet that Beel wanted to cry. How long had you been screaming for your voice to end up like this?

“(Y/N), I’m sorry. We didn’t know...”

You shook your head slightly, the mere action making you dizzy (probably from the concussion).

Levi was awkwardly standing off to the side, unsure of what to say. He too had been a part of the masses; he too had failed you. Would you even consider him a friend after this? It would make sense.

Finally, the screams of torture were put to a halt as the kidnapper demon passed out.

“We aren’t done with him yet,” Belphie said, “but for now, we’ll leave him tied up here so Barbatos can teleport him to the torture chambers.”

The rest of the brothers accepted this without question.

Lucifer, having gotten most if not all of the anger out of his system, felt hollow. Slowly stepping over to you, he bent down to one knee. One of his gloved hands tilted your chin upwards so that the two of you were able to lock eyes.

He noticed the bruises. The scratches. The injuries. The blood seeping from your shirt on your right side.

“I’m truly and deeply sorry.” Lucifer looked down, as if bowing down to you. “I will not ask for your forgiveness. We have failed you.”

You shook your head, a rough set of coughs erupting from your core and sending the vertigo back into motion.

“Thank you... for rescuing me...” Your words were as fragile as a thin piece of glass, and it shattered Lucifer’s heart.

“You’re safe now, (Y/N). I promise.”

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Dead to Me.

(Obey Me/Reader)

Summary: ‘The blood of the covenant is thicker than the water of the womb’, it was one of your favorite quotes. It meant that found family can often mean more to you than the family you were born with. The ones you share blood with. And often times it would get shortened down and paraphrased into meaning the exact opposite of what was initially intended.

But after coming back home from your year long stay in the Devildom, your house and family in shambles, it is no longer your favorite quote. The water of the womb that you shared with your sister meant more to you than any blood spilled between you and those 7 demons in hell.

Warnings: Violence. Death. Fighting and Shouting. Thoughts of suicide.

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I totally forgot to post this to Tumblr. Oops. Just know this story would not exist without the talented earthliving on AO3 or @another-lost-mc here on Tumblr. My inspiration came from their headcanons Taken. (Hope you don’t mind me tagging you again girly. I totally thought I posted this here rip.)

Your stay in the Devildom was far from easy. Not just because demons threatened to kill you, eat you, or worse. Yes, there was a worse apparently. But because you had to leave behind everything you knew and loved. How the Prince of Hell even had a file on you to begin with was a mystery to you. You for sure don’t remember signing up for any exchange program. Supernatural or otherwise. But they did. And you were chosen. Just like that. Not because you were special or anything, no Lucifer made sure to drill it into your skull that you were chosen by happenstance. And nothing more.

In the beginning everything was rough. And it didn’t help that your ‘dorm mates’ were complete assholes. Stealing from you. At least what little you had to your name. Be it snacks or trinkets. And others ridiculed you. On your fashion sense or lack there of. And, peculiarly enough, on your lack of knowledge on Devildom gaming and anime. You thought for a second that Leviathan could be a friend to you considering your similar interests. You and your own sister grew up around video games and anime. You thought he’d be easier to befriend. But no. He couldn’t care less about you. You remember almost shouting at him after a particularly harsh verbal lashing. You wanted to remind him that anime (and you’re pretty sure video games too) were a human invention and he should get off his high horse and stop gatekeeping like a total incel. But no. You didn’t. Because even though you were upset, you still feared for your life here.

But slowly, things that seemed unnatural almost became… normal. Like some of the food. Although you couldn’t stomach some of it, others weren’t too far off from some human ingredients you were used to. Although no matter who cooked dinner or whatever take out was bought, it could never satisfy your hunger for a home cooked meal. And by home cooked you mean from your home. You didn’t cook often. You were kinda shit at it. But your sister? She liked cooking. And she would sometimes make you foods based off of tiktoks she saw earlier in the day. They may not have come out perfect, but they were great. And you would tell her time and time again how amazing her food was.

Being surrounded by a group of brothers would often bring up thoughts and memories of your sister. Though you tried not to linger too long, otherwise you might cry. And god forbid any of these demons caught you crying in the middle of the hallway. You wouldn’t be able to deal with that embarrassment and ridicule. No, instead you tried your damnded hardest to get used to living here. You’d be here for a year. A whole ass year. Not long for immortal demons sure but it was a lot for little human you. A year away from your little sister. Away from your loved ones and everything you knew. But thankfully, things got better. A lot better.

The brothers started to warm up to you. Starting with Mammon and Beelzebub. I guess it was inevitable with Mammon considering you had made a pact with him on your second day here. He was assigned as your protector. Or as he put it, your babysitter. And you would often tell him he did a shit job at it at first. But eventually after a few too many get rich quick schemes he started to learn more about you. Your dreams. Your fears. He tried to play it off like he didn’t care but it was hard to not care for somebody you eventually spent every waking moment with. He learned to love you. Just like Beel did after he formed a pact with you as well. After you protected him from Lucifer. You both shared stories about your siblings. Yea, Beel was the only one that knew you had a little sister. And he wiped your tears away as you cried about how much you missed her.

And after that each and every brother started to fall like dominoes. You remember the second to last brother to fall. Belphegor. You remember freeing him from the confines of his makeshift prison in the attic. He had tried to kill you. You can still feel the slight scratching of his claws as they grazed against your throat. No wait. He did kill you. You were pulled away by a strong magnetic force as you look at your own corpse on the ground. Bile rose up your throat. You remember your back colliding into a wall and when you looked up, all you saw was dazzling amber. Lord Diavolo and is ever loyal butler Barbatos were quick to arrive on the scene. They had explained who you were. And that maybe you were picked for a reason. The universe wanted you here evidently. Considering you shared blood with their long since dead sister. That day they all found out that Lilith survived and was turned into a human. To spend the rest of her days on earth happily. And you were her descendant. You remember looking around the room at the brothers. Some tearing up and others just looked at you in either awe or confusion. Except for one pair.

Belphegor had a hard time adjusting to this newfound knowledge. His hatred for humans ran deep and it was hard to override something that spanned eons. Even if his beloved sister had become human, it still didn’t mean they weren’t at fault for what happened. And he tried to hate you. He really did. But you wormed your way into his heart. Slowly but surely. Just like you did with the rest of his family. He learned to love you and all of your weird little human habits. He came to remember why he fell in love with the human realm all the way back in his Celestial years. Every time he looked into your eyes he remembered. And he hopes this time he doesn’t forget. Not just for you. But to honor his sister. He wishes he could burn the color of your eyes into his brain so he could see them every time he blinks. He told you that once. You just called him a weirdo and walked away.

You carved out a spot for you in this dysfunctional family. And you learned to love them. Though you had to set boundaries for each of them, lest they walk all over you. You were still human, you had to stick up for yourself ya know? But just because you learned to love these demons as much as they loved you, they can never fill the hole in your heart. And you started to get antsy. You weren’t allowed to contact anyone back home. To protect the Devildom and all that. But you swore up and down to who ever would listen that you wouldn’t jeopardize them like that. You loved them too much to do that. But you also loved your family back at home. And you wanted to just make sure they were ok. And although Lord Diavolo seemed to understand where you were coming from, all your requests were still denied.

Lucifer could tell you were trying to figure out ways to circumvent your denials. So he made sure to tell the other exchange student, mostly Simeon and Solomon, that they were not to help you contact anyone in the human realm. Simeon understood, considering he wouldn’t want to jeopardize his home, the Celestial Realm, either. Solomon just laughed it off but agreed once he saw Lucifer’s glare. He didn’t believe that you would come talk to him or better yet, ask him for a favor. He knew the brothers filled your head with rumors about him. Conniving, sly, shady and untrustworthy little wizard man. He still laughed every time he remembered the hushed whispers, that were a little too loud to still be considered whispers, that Mammon spewed to you about him. No, you wouldn’t come to him for help.

But color him surprised when you showed up at his bedroom door the very next day asking for help for the very thing that Lucifer warned him about. You pleaded your case very well in hindsight. He could see the hope in your eyes as you looked towards the only other human in Hell for help. Sadly for you, it’s been a long time since Solomon has felt such an intense love for a family member such as you do right now. He just didn’t understand your need to contact anyone. And he told you what everyone else did. It’s better for everyone if you just waited till the year ended to see them again. So you did.

You pushed your love for your sister to the back of your mind and tried to cover it up with the love you had for the brothers. You spoiled them rotten. Lucifer too when he would allow it. But he was often times the one to tell you to stop babying his brothers. Asmodeus would shout that you were a grown woman and if you wanted to baby him then Lucifer should let you! Everyone decided not to acknowledge the fact that he only mentioned you babying him and not any of the others. You learned how to cook with the best of them. Though you were still kinda scared of knifes. But you had to. To help feed Beel and his never ending appetite. You felt so bad for him that you always made sure to make extras for him every time you cooked. It must be Hell to feel like you’re starving all the time. You even bought him a mini fridge to keep in his room. Lucifer admonished you for that too.

No brother was left out of your loving and giving ways. Gaming with Levi was fun, though you did mention how much he hurt you at the beginning of your time here, he soon went on a spiel about how he was a yucky otaku and he didn’t deserve your friendship. You kind of wanted to let him know that this manipulation thing wasn’t cute but it was already 3 in the morning, you were too tired. So you just said you forgiven him and went to bed. Once in your room you noticed Satan on your bed, asleep with a book you had bought him from the human world open on his lap. You set the book aside and curled up next to him. He grumbled about pirates and treasure islands as drool dripped from his lips. No these brothers could never replace your lovely little sister. But they were becoming more of a family to you than some other members of your real family. You soon fell asleep and dreamed about memories long since passed.

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You were sitting on your bed as your sister sat beside you. You both watched your tv and laughed as your favorite streamer said something stupid again. She turned to you and spoke.

“You know, I love it when I infect you.”

“What? What does that mean?” You questioned.

“I just like to see you enjoy stuff that I like. I like showing you my special interests and you actually listen and enjoy them too. It makes me feel nice. Appreciated isn’t the right word.” She grumbled, trying to find words for her jumbled thoughts. “I don’t know. I just like that you’re here with me.”

You stare into your sisters eyes as your own begin to tear up. You were always the one to cry in your family. A big ol’ crybaby. But you couldn’t help it. Sometimes you just ‘felt things’ way too much.

“I understand what you’re saying. I like that you’re here with me too.” You pull your sister into a hug. “I’ll always be here for you. No matter what. You wanna talk about something you like for hours on end? Let’s do it, just let me get comfortable first.” She elbowed you. You kiss the top of her head. “If you ever need someone to talk to about your feelings, or if somebody is scaring you or bothering you or whatever, I’ll be here. I’ll always be here. You know you’re the person I care most about in the world right?” She lifts up her head and smiles.

“I know.”

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It’s been a year. A whole year away from your family and you’re getting ready to finally see them again. You can’t wait to see them… but it feels… wrong somehow. Like you’re leaving a part of you behind. The whole house was in dismay this last week. Everyone was quiet. The brothers were contemplating on how they were going to get on with life without you. Some of them believed they can go about their regular business just fine without you. But they knew. In the back of their minds they knew that you stepped into their lives and shook up their world. Altering it forever. They loved you. Fully. And when these 7 demons loved something, it was hard for them to unclasp their claws from that something. But with you, they couldn’t hide you away. Lock you in a room and throwaway the key. Though some contemplated it. No. They had to let you go.

And like you said, it wasn’t just hard on them. You loved them too. Through all the blood, sweat, and tears you survived and came out the other side with a whole new perspective on life and a new family. It was gonna be hard leaving them. So when the day finally came to go, you cried. You couldn’t bring all your Devildom trinkets with you, considering some of their origins. So you gifted them back to the brothers that would cherish them the most.

You gifted Asmo a peculiar hexed hair comb that a RAD student gave you. It was supposed to be cursed so the user would always have bad hair days if they used the brush. Luckily for you, that person flunked their Hexing 101 class, so it literally did the exact opposite. You told Asmo that his hair was beautiful and he’d never need it, but he should have it, just in case. He wept into your shoulder as he hugged you. Levi got a anime figurine that you bought yourself. It was from a random Demonic Anime that you’ve never watched but you bought it because it was cute and pink. He told you exactly where he would be putting it and how he’d dust it everyday. You just giggled as you moved on.

Satan got a spell book from you. It belonged to your spell casting teacher that took a particular liking to you. Satan didn’t have the heart to tell you that he already had that edition. But he still cherished it regardless. Beel and Belphie got scarves that you crocheted yourself. Apparently the yarn was magical and imbued with a special silk webbing that would take the makers feelings and use them to keep itself warm. So if you loved the person you gifted it too, it would exude heat. And boy, were they toasty every time they wore it. Luckily it was always decently cold in the Devildom.

Then came the next two, Mammon and Lucifer. You stopped in front of them both as you knew you were keeping everyone too long. You took out a necklace and a ring. Both bought for you from your own mother. You felt a little bad giving these gifts away. They did mean a lot to you. But so did the 2 demons standing in front of you. You handed the necklace with a simple sunflower charm to Mammon as you handed the accompanying sunflower engraved ring to Lucifer. You told them they didn’t have to wear them or anything. Especially since the ring won’t fit Lucifer’s fingers anyways. But still, you wanted to leave a little part of you with them. A small sliver of your soul. Solomon told you once that if a human wore something or had something on their person for long enough, that object could retain pieces of that person spirit. Their energy. And you wore those bits of jewelry your whole life. It felt right to give these two men something from the heart. Since they truly stole yours.

You walked back over to Diavolo and Barbatos as you stood side by side with Solomon. They asked if you were finally ready to go back home. You nodded as you turned towards the portal, you wiped away your tears and pushed your way through the fog. Leaving this place you called Home.

Mammon looked down into his hand. The simple silver chain and sunflower charm glinting in the moonlight. He could feel a tear slip down his cheek as he saw your aura encapsulate the pendant. A beautiful shimmering glow that only creatures such as him could see. He quickly closed his hand into a fist, already feeling his sin clawing at his heart. Wanting no one to see the beautiful piece of yourself that you left for him and only him. Well, him and Lucifer. Lucifer ushered his brothers back the House of Lamentation. As they all walked into the parlor, a silent yearning filled them all. Belphegor was the one to brake it.

“I miss them.” All the brothers could do was nod, as they all felt the same.

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No. No no no no. NO. This was not supposed to happen! What the fuck happened!? No no, you promised her. Now look what happened. YOU WERE SUPPOSED TO BE THERE! WHY WEREN’T YOU THERE!?

You sobbed and begged and pleaded. You choked on your own vomit as you heaved into the trash can. The people around the police station looked towards you in pity as you screamed and wailed that this was all just a bad dream. They had to interview you, as were a potential suspect but they could tell you had no idea what happened. The pain in your voice, in your eyes, was real. Now the interrogation was more so a formality , for the paperwork than to get any real answers.

You couldn’t go home. There was no home to go to. It was infested with men and women in blue uniforms and wrapped up in yellow tape. Your house was a crime scene. Your sister was gone. You promised her. No. You lied to her.

You look towards your phone and see the millions of messages and calls that never went through to you since you been stuck in hell. The last one replayed in your head on loop. Your little sisters voice pleading for you to come home, she’s scared. There’s someone in the house. She called 911 but their not here yet. Why’d you leave me? What did I do? Oh god. Their in my room. I can see him. No no NO! HE’S… than nothing but blood curdling screaming and sobbing came after that. You hear a wet squelch before someone picked up the phone to end the call.

You heaved into the bucket as you cried. Your baby sister. Your everything. Is gone. She’s gone. And it’s your fault.

This is all your fault.

It’s ALL YOUR FAULT!

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It’s been months since any of the brothers have seen you and they’ve, for the most part, have gotten things back to normal. All of them miss you dreadfully but there’s nothing they can do. Despite how hard some of them try.

Belphie has tried multiple times, along with Satan, to open up a portal to the Human realm to visit you themselves. Lucifer thwarted each and every one of their attempts. Mammon tried bribing Witches and Warlocks alike to take him up top so he can see you all by himself. Of course, none of them helped him. And then there were the others that held onto their sadness but kept chugging on anyways. Like Asmo or Beel.

It was just a normal day in the House of Lamentation when Lucifer gets an urgent call from Lord Diavolo. Ordering him and his brothers to come down to the castle now. Lucifer rounds up his brothers and leave’s immediately.

“What’s the big rush? Why does he need us there right now?” Mammon shoves his hands into his pocket. Toying with his little piece of you.

“I don’t know but he sounded urgent. If there’s something wrong in the Devildom and Lord Diavolo needs our help with it, then we shall abide.” Lucifer storms off in front of everybody as he knocks upon the ginormous doors of the castle. Barbatos opens them and ushers everyone inside.

“Barbs~, what’s the problem? I don’t feel like getting my clothes dirty today.” Asmo groans as he glided next to Barbatos. He sighs. “It’s quite… difficult to explain. They’re back.” Levi rolls his eyes as he toys with his D.D.D.

“Who?”

“(Y/n).”

And with that, all the demons went sprinting towards the main dining area. As they got closer they heard shouting and screaming. They all feel their pact with you flare up. The burst through the doors as they see you being pinned down to the floor by some royal guards. All of them shifted into their demonic forms but only two of them went in for the kill. Mammon and Belphegor were held back as Lucifer and Beel struggled to keep them in place.

“What in the Hell happened here!?” Lucifer shouted. Satan looks around the room and sees destruction of plates and chairs. He looks towards Diavolo and notices a very slight reddening on his cheek. Had you… Had you hit him? How did you achieve that? He looked towards you and all he could see was a mess. Clothes dirty. Hair oily. Face splotchy and red. Your eyes were even redder. Puffy. Like you haven’t slept since leaving them all those months ago. But you didn’t look tired. You didn’t look sad despite the constant tears running down your face. He didn’t need to be the Avatar of Wrath to be able to tell that you were furious.

Lucifer has also came to the same conclusion as he eventually let go of Mammon and made his way to you. He kneels down by you as he ushers the guards away. The reluctantly let go and you slowly push yourself up. He tries to help you but you smack his hand as hard as you could. You sit on the floor as you try and catch your breath.

“(Y/n)… what has gotten into you? What has happened that would cause you to behave this way?” You wipe your face and look at your hand. Red blood smeared across the surface. Your nose was smashed pretty harshly on the ground when the guard tackled you. Lucifer just keeps calling your name. Spewing questions left and right. You don’t answer any of them. You don’t need to. No. No. They answer to you. You pull yourself with the broken chair beside you as you look towards Diavolo once again. There’s a sadness in his eyes that you refuse to acknowledge. You wobble your way closer to him but the guards stop you. You can hear A few of the brothers growl in the background but you pay them no mind.

“It’s your fault.” You whisper. Barely holding back a sob. “It’s… it’s all your fault!” You cry. Diavolo tries to ask you about this perceived slight that you have against him. But you cut him off. “Out of all the shit that I’ve been through…” spit flies past your teeth as you stutter out your words in barely veiled anger. “All the shit I’ve done for YOU!” You point towards him. “For THEM!” You wave your arms towards the 7 demonic entities behind you. “And all I ask for was a call. Not even! A fucking text! Anything. FUCKING ANYTHING!” You grab a broken shard of something off the table as you chucked it at the Prince with all your might. You barely grazed his arm. “And look what fucking happened!”

You fall to your knees as you sob and heave. “She’s gone. I promised her and because of you I couldn’t be there. SHE needed me and YOU took me away!” You bang your hand against your chest hard enough to give yourself a bruise as you moaned in despair. The air in the room seemed to vanish. The brothers were told about your sister from Beel. You had never mentioned her to them. But Beel took it upon himself to mention her. They grew excited at the prospect of meeting another one of Lillith’s descendants. You were the oldest? Sooo, were you more like Lucifer or more like Mammon? The thought of meeting this person that you clearly loved, at least from what Beelzebub had told them, instantly left their minds as they all connected the dots. Your little sister was dead. She had died while you were down here. Having fun with your new family.

Asmo gasped silently into his hand as everyone else took their turns as shock and horror ran through them. Beel and Belphie however, stood stock still. The complet and utter pain you were feeling. They new it all too well. All the brothers did. But the twins had dealt with a different type of pain. Considering they were once triplets. Belphie made the first move to try and comfort you. But you just shoved him away as you clumsy maid your way to Barbatos. You cling to him as if he was the only thing keeping you alive. Sane.

“Please. You can bring her back. You did it with me you can do it it again. Please bring her back. Please just please do it. Please I’m begging you please…” you sob into his chest. Tears soaking into his butler uniform. He pays your back and says. “I’m sorry (Y/n). But that’s just now how it works.” You fling yourself off of him.

“YES. YES IT DOES! It has too. You have to bring her back. You did it with me. Why not her!?” You slowly raise your hands, palm up. “Or… or… you can take me instead? Yeah. You can do that right? My soul for hers.” You ask quietly but his constant shaking of his head just angers you. You claw at your head, pulling at your hair.

“You’re a fucking demon! Souls are your thing! Not only that but you’re the only demon in all of Hell to have fucking time powers. LIKE HELL IT DOESN’T WORK THAT WAY! Are you really that fucking stupid!? That fucking WEAK?” You feel arms pull you back towards a warm chest. Belphegor holds you close as he tries to overpower you with his Sin. You can feel yourself get sleepy. You start to fall back towards the ground but Belphie holds you up. He whispered in your ear.

“I know (Y/n). I understand your sadness. Your anger. Your violence. But let’s sleep for now.” You try and struggle out of his arms but your arms feel like lead. You feel numb to the world. So instead you use up your last bits of energy to spew out one more sentence.

“I don’t give a shit. You’re dead to me.” Because even though you knew they could understand you better than most, the guilt that warped your brain lingered heavily. The day your sister died was the same day you told the brothers during dinner that you considered all of them your family. Levi jokingly asked which of your family was better? And you jokingly replied… them. So in the back of your mind, to keep you from killing yourself in despair you pushed every single negative emotion you felt onto those around you.

“You’re fucking dead to me.”

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sleepless [ belphegor/reader ]

tags: fluff, soft, wholesome, belphegor/gn!reader

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One would think Belphegor wouldn’t have any trouble sleeping. As the Sin of Sloth, it was woven into his veins that he’d be able to sleep anywhere, anytime, anyhow with no problem whatsoever. But lately, things have been a bit different, and he suspected it had something to do with you.

The late evenings roll in and he’d still be wide awake. His purple irises staring up at the ceiling of the room he shares with his twin, turning onto his side in hopes that maybe a different sleeping position would make him fall asleep easier. Of course, the nagging sensation that he couldn’t point out was not so easily dissuaded.

With a mildly irritated sigh, he pushes off the blankets off his body before forcing his legs to move to the door. Belphegor took a quick glance over at Beelzebub, a soft smile curving up onto his caricature before walking out. He couldn’t afford to disturb his precious brother with his sleepless dilemmas.

The night was silent, and he usually liked it that way, but times like these where he was the only one awake so late when he didn’t choose so was perturbing. He wasn’t scared, no, how could he be? He was strong, and his strength was unmatched compared to most demons in Devildom. Harboring a Sin was just the bare minimum, and even with that bonus, people continue to underestimate his flaring temper when aggravated.

Should an intruder break in, he supposes he’ll take care of it swiftly.

Belphegor made his way into the kitchen after wandering the halls aimlessly, thinking maybe a midnight snack would help get his mind off things as well as put him to that long-desired sleepiness he’s been waiting to hit him. But to his slight surprise, you were there.

Dressed sleazy in your (f/c) pajamas barefoot and messy at the top of your head, both hands occupied with a carton of milk and a glass to drink from, the space between your nose and upper lip marked with white liquid—milk, he concluded. Hearing his footsteps, you immediately came to face with the indigo-haired demon staring at you with interest. Ridiculous as you looked, you were dreamy.

“(Y/n).” Belphegor called your name.

“Belphie…” You mused back, albeit confused and reluctant. “Why are you awake?”

The demon shook his head. “I can’t sleep. And you? You’re sneaking off to raid our fridge again? Beel has been influencing you lately, I see.” He teased, smiling in amusement.

You flinched, a blush overtaking your features as you attempted to defend yourself. “I-I was thirsty! Besides, I’ve been here long enough to be calling this fridge mine too.”

“Sure, sure. Anyways,” Belphegor waved you off dismissively, eyeing you with a light in his eyes, “you down for some cuddles? I think that’d get me to sleep pretty quick.”

You wiped the milk from your lips with your sleeve, “Clingy tonight, are we?”

He gave you an absent-minded shrug in response. “Is that a no?” Belphegor smiled tiredly, but he was sure you could easily see through that grin that he was exhausted. You were never been one for rejecting cuddles from him, so he was a bit hopeful to hear you say yes, but perhaps he put too much faith in you tonight.

“No, I think I could go for some cuddles too.” Or not. You smiled back at him, placing the milk carton back in the fridge and the glass onto the sink. Belphegor felt his heart soothe in a lull, smiling softly at your agreement. “But we’re staying in my room.”

Belphegor shrugged, “No complaints here.”

“Good. Let’s go, I’m feeling sleepy.” You yawned, stretching your limbs up into the air, hearing the familiar satisfying pops from your joints.

Once you’ve arrived, you set the bed with more blankets and pillows out, knowing that your dearest demon friend(?) liked his bedding extra thick and comfy for the ride. And being the generous and most hospitable person you always were, you laid it in his preferred sleeping sheet—he was very pleased you did that for him.

After preparing the bed, Belphegor quickly crashed onto your mattress, arms splayed out onto the comforters before glancing at you expectantly. Seeing as you weren’t making a move to join him, he sighed and sat up in a split second and quickly dragged you down with him with a plop, your head hitting his chest.

Now satisfied, Belphegor’s hands gently placed themselves on your waist, his grip on you firm so you don’t fall. “This… This feels right.” He breathed, smiling at you.

You chuckled, “That’s the sleepiness talking.”

“No… it really does. You in my arms, comfortable on your bed, sleeping together in peace—that sounds like a dream.” Belphegor hummed, closing his eyes softly as he tried to imagine it from a third person’s perspective. Nothing beats the firsthand experience though, he surmised in his head.

“Hmm… way to make my heart race, Belphie.” You murmured in a whisper, smiling sincerely. “Now, go to sleep.”

“Good night, (Y/n).”

A warm peck on his forehead was felt. It was quick, barely there, but he felt it. Belphegor smiled with closed eyes, allowing himself to fall into slumber for the remainder of the night.

“G’night, sweet dreams, Belphie.”

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dawnsbreaking · 1 year

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She already knew the approximate shape and size of the sorrows Lucifer was attempting to drown before she found him in his office. Such was knowledge won from experience, won from several sleepless nights spent trying to convince him to open up to her. The sin of pride kept his feelings locked behind an iron door, but she’d been handed a key more than once. - lucifer obeyme has eldest daughter trauma, let's get into it

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She already knew the approximate shape and size of the sorrows he was attempting to drown before she found him in his office. Such was knowledge won from experience, won from several sleepless nights spent trying to convince him to open up to her.

Lucifer’s sin of pride kept his feelings locked behind an iron door, but she’d been handed a key more than once.

At first, it felt like she had to convince him that her feeble human mind could handle the depth of his worries. Then there was the realization that such prejudices were a veil to hide behind, too.

Now, she’d won battles enough to face him like this—late at night, bringing with her a bottle of demonus and a warm blanket. She loved to make offerings of comfort to her favorite demon.

She didn’t knock on the door. Experience taught her that he wouldn’t answer.

There he was, when she turned the knob, at his desk, halo-ed by the light of a flickering candle behind him in the window. His hair, usually pristine, was ruffled. His jacket was removed and his shirt, with two extra buttons undone, lay unevenly across his chest.

So few beings would get to see him like this. Unkempt and unraveled.

“I knew you’d be here,” she said. “Are you cold?”

One wouldn’t think that the Devildom would get cold. But it did. Lucifer’s office especially.

He shook his head, remained silent. He didn’t protest, though, when she came to his side and laid the blanket across his shoulders.

She knew better than to push him to speak. These interactions followed a script now. She took her usual seat on his desk, legs swinging just beside him. He didn’t bat an eye at the intrusion like he had before.

Once he acclimated to her presence, he’d eventually speak freely about his troubles as if she weren’t in the room at all.

Lucifer was a troubled man. He worried constantly.

There was a certain anxiety that never went away once one had lost everything. Their home, their place in the world, their young sister.

She knew a fuzzy, intangible version of the same feeling; everything she loved was in another realm entirely. It was different, though, because she could go back. Lucifer had lost everything permanently. And he lived with that reality, for the better part, alone.

His brothers, though they’d lost the same things, couldn’t possibly understand. To them, the Celestial realm was a childhood, a distant memory. To the younger ones, it wasn’t a thought at all. Losing that had been an inevitability of growing older. Besides, they enjoyed the frivolity of life in the Devildom.

Lucifer, though, he’d enjoyed being good. He’d excelled in his previous life. In the Devildom, the eldest was always treading water.

He didn’t regret it, as painful as it was. Lucifer enjoyed being able to sacrifice for his brothers to enjoy their half-lives. He hoped they would never come to notice that anything was missing.

His pride allowed him so little room for regret, anyhow.

“Should I have told them sooner?” He asked, voice barely above a whisper.

She waited a moment, wondering whether the question was posed rhetorically.

He looked up at her, eyes searching, prompting a response.

“I think you made the right choice,” she said, “you know what’s best for your brothers.”

A sardonic laugh pierced through her careful answer.

“Do I?”

“I think so.”

She knew that persistence was key with Lucifer. So often, he tested her allegiance by pushing her away. He’d known so many lonely years, it didn’t phase him to tempt a few thousand more.

When he remained quiet, she raised the bottle of demonus she’d brought from its place on the desk.

“I brought you this,” she said, “it was a gift from Mammon.”

Taking the bottle from her hands, Lucifer seemed to clear for a moment. He looked up, as if truly seeing her for the first time.

“This is a drink for celebrations,” he chided.

She shrugged. This was something she’d guessed but, as a stranger in a foreign realm, she was allowed to make the occasional mistake. If those mistakes gave Lucifer a reason to speak to her, so be it. He could never resist correcting someone when they were wrong.

“In my realm, we drink for all sorts of reasons.”

“I know.” He knitted his brows at her. It annoyed him when she attempted to explain human customs to him. “Why did Mammon give you this? You know it doesn’t have an effect on humans.”

Again, she shrugged. Playing innocent was so much easier than admitting that she’d asked for the bottle for just such an occasion. It had been meant for Lucifer all along.

“You were drinking before I got here.”

He barked a laugh. “Yes, wine.”

“Keep that for a celebration, then. You can say you confiscated it from me if you won’t have it as a gift.”

“Hm.” He ran a thumb along the wax seal on the neck of the bottle as his eyes glazed over with unpleasant thoughts again. She was only ever able to distract him from his racing mind for a few moments at a time.

She waited. Like the brothers were assigned representative sins, sometimes she felt that patience was her assigned representative virtue. It had been an uphill battle for all of them to accept her the way they did. Every good thing that had happened to her in the Devildom—every moment of tenderness from the brothers—had been fought for and won with saintlike forbearance.

Lucifer spoke again. “I thought I was guarding them from temptation to see Lilith. And that I was guarding Belphegor by keeping him locked away. But if I lost my brothers’ trust in the process, was it worth it?”

Silent, she considered. Though she felt it unlikely that the brothers’ trust had been lost in earnest, she knew better than to push back. Her best tact at the moment was silence. He needed an empathetic ear above anything else.

He continued, “They all hate me. All that I’ve done for them—“ He paused, took a breath. She recognized the act of checking his pride. “I thought I was being selfless, shouldering the blame. Maybe I was wrong not to trust them.”

“You did the best you could with the choices you had.” She reached down and pushed his hair back, hand lingering to hold his face. He wouldn’t look at her.

“It wasn’t enough.” He scoffed. “It’s never enough.”

Very realistically, he was right to keep the secret from his brothers. Lucifer alone was always going to be better than six unknown variables at holding a secret. This fact didn’t stop him from lamenting, however, when things became complicated.

“It’s not fair to you, the blame you’ve taken. But if no one else sees all you’ve done for your brothers, let it be me that does.”

Lucifer looked down at his desk, heaving another breath. He took the wine glass in hand and rubbed the condensation from below the rim. For all his pride, he could never take a compliment on the chin.

“Thank you,” he said, finally. “I just don’t think I can accept your kindness.”

“You don’t?” She almost laughed.

“Did you already forget that my brother almost killed you today? Because of me, you almost died.” Lucifer looked up to meet her eyes, face twisted into an almost frightening scowl.

She shook her head at him. “You aren’t responsible for Belphegor’s actions.”

“Truly,” he sneered, “humans have no sense of self-preservation.”

This was a common tactic from him. Insulting her species as a whole was easier than accepting the reality of her affections for him.

“Or, perhaps, I trust you.” She slid from his desk and deposited herself into his lap, curling her arms around his neck, both to hold herself in place and to make him look at her. “I knew you wouldn’t let anything happen to me.”

He avoided her eyes. “You give me too much credit.”

“Mhm.” There was no point in arguing with him. His pride was in tact, after all. Instead, she put her faith in the fact of her body against his. It was enough that she was there. It was enough that he allowed her to stay with him.

- thank you for reading! i am plagued by thoughts about him. comments/reblogs much appreciated!!

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angelsrcute · 2 months

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I suck his dick, it's big, it's very-very big! ᝰ.ᐟ✮⋆˙

◟♡ ˒ ʾʾ — who'd make you cockwarm him while he works, the door unlocked, his dick so close to your g-spot but he wouldn't let you move! hands keeping your waist in place as his dick keeps you all stuffed n warm.

“I'll be done soon, sweetheart, you can wait a little more right? So, be a good girl n stop movin’ so much.”

◟♡ ˒ ʾʾ — who'd praise you for sucking him off so good, tears forming at the corner of your eyes as you try not to gag on his huge dick. Guiding your tongue on his dick, gently holding your hair, shooting thick ropes of cum in your mouth.

“God, your mouth feels so good, my sweets. Keep goin’ alright? looking so pretty f’ me.”

◟♡ ˒ ʾʾ — who'd taunt n insult you while you gag on his dick, roughly grabbing your hair and making you take him fully. Your mascara n lipstick all ruined, eyes rollin’ back when he cums in your mouth. :(

“You look like some cheap whore like this, y'know. I bet you're getting wet from me degrading you, hm? As expected.”

◟♡ ˒ ʾʾ — who'd fuck you in a mating press, his big cock stretching your insides, hitting your womb. Pressin’ his hand on your tummy to feel his dick in you, making you whine. Your tummy already full from how much he cums, you definitely can't go for another round.. + he's gonna fuck you till you need a wheelchair.

“It won't fit? Don't worry, darlin’. Gonna make your cunt remember my dick, don't worry! Even if it does forgets, I'll just fuck ya again.”

◟♡ ˒ ʾʾ — who'd fuck you till your dumb n can only think of him and his dick if you do decide to act all bratty or he'd just tie you up n put a vibrator on your clit and watch as you squirm around trying to get a release, but he turns off the vibrator just when you're gonna cum. :(

"Should've thought before being like that, what did you expect, princess? acting all flirty with that random guy, trying to make me jealous."

◟♡ ˒ ʾʾ — who’re either super experienced from sleeping around or just fucking virgin losers, walkin’ around with that big ass dick in his pants.

— FYODOR, Leona, Dazai, NIKOLAI, Beel, Chuuya, Diavolo, SEBEK, Lucifer, Malleus, MAMMON, Jack, Blade, Neuvillette, Sampo, IDIA, Zhongli, Scara, CHILDE, TOJI, Jing yuan, Gojo, Sukuna, NANAMI, Dr. ratio, Wriothesley, ALHAITHAM, CATER + your favs.

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maopll · 2 months

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"Dearest...I think that's enough"

"No its not"

And there goes another few rounds where you smother your boyfriends face with tons of kisses. He brought you many lipsticks and lip gloss, so it is only right you try to see the shade that matches, right? the shade, which makes his face feel even more ethereal. The only correct way to let people know that you're his and he's yours.

"Hmm... I think this shade suits your face better!" You moved the ones which made his face look more delightful. Shades of pink, red, coral, and all.

He did say that the number of kisses you gave him till then were enough, but deep down, he craved more. The way your soft lips felt against his skin left him breathless. The way areas where your lips left left a tingling and burning sensation, which, rather than being unpleasant, was more exciting

What was even more addicting was the way you would gently cup his face with your hands and attack his face ferverently. This was best for both of you. You get to have the ego boost after smothering or rather painting his face with your kisses, and he gets access to your unlimited display of affection.

"There! Now that's more like it you look like my lover now" putting emphasis on the word, you were grinning from ear to ear while admiring your masterpiece. When you tried to get up from his lap though...

"Now now dearest I think it is my turn to get what I have been seeking"

— WRIOTHESLEY, lyney, NEUVILLETTE, ZHONGLI, diluc, CHILDE, AYATO, kaeya, alhaitham, VIL, MALLEUS, azul, leona, DAN HENG, blade, JING YUAN, luocha, dr ratio, GEPARD, DIAVOLO, MAMMON, lucifer, satan, BEELZEBUB

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zephyrchama · 1 month

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Falling asleep in one of the House of Lamentation's common rooms can be a gamble. At best, somebody kindly carries you back to your room and tucks you in. Or maybe they leave you where you were, but drape a jacket or blanket over you.

Sometimes they go overboard, and you wake up with too many blankets. It's sweltering hot and excessively heavy. You thought the brothers were just being supportive in a weird way until Mammon accidentally revealed everyone is trying to break the record of 23 blankets and three duvets.

Sometimes you wake up with a full manicure and facial in progress. Asmo likes the practice.

Sometimes you wake up wearing Lucifer's reading glasses or Mammon's sunglasses. The Anti-Lucifer League must have thought you make a good hiding spot.

Sometimes you wake up with fresh food next to you. Particularly if you fell asleep near mealtime. The strong smell of Devildom cuisine rouses you awake, and you catch Beel trying to tip-toe away.

Sometimes you find... offerings. Bottled tea, or sticker sheets, or a coin placed on your cheek. Levi started taking pictures and in thanks decided to make a shrine dedicated to his idol (you).

Sometimes they draw on your face. The first person to do so will leave a marker for anyone else who happens to feel creative. You've woken up with whiskers, a mustache, fake eyes drawn over your eyelids, money signs drawn on your eyelids, swirls and hearts, a goatee, a big unibrow, and you're pretty sure the twins are the culprits behind a game of tic-tac-toe.

Sometimes you get notes. Simple reminders, or a notice that Lucifer's left the house so please make sure to check that everyone's behaving when you wake up. Occasionally you wake up completely covered in post-its with silly messages.

Sometimes you get kisses. They leave no trace, unless their sender gets carried away and sticks around.

#obey me #obey me!#obey me scenarios #omswd #obey me headcanon #obey me x mc #obey me shall we date #obey me mammon #obey me beelzebub #obey me belphegor #obey me lucifer #obey me swd #obey me satan #obey me asmodeus #obey me leviathan #obey me x reader #obey me headcanons #obey me mc

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rae-writes · 3 months

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angelic alteration

om brothers x reader

wc : 1.k

warnings: nsfw, corruption kink based

synopsis : when Solomon and Diavolo can't fix the problem, it's up to Mc

a/n : thought the angel event (og) could use some more spice so I poured my entire spice rack on it

“Mc…I’m afraid we have bad news.”

You sighed into the receiver, “Yeah? You guys can’t reverse the magic, can you?”

“Nope!” Solomon chirped cheerfully, “Diavolo and Michael’s magic mixed together too strongly for us to reverse ourselves. You’ll just have to wait for them to go back to normal, or…”

“Or…what?”

“Well, this is just a theory, but what if you just corrupted the angelic magic and forced their demonic sides back out?”

“Corrupted, huh..? I like the sound of that.”

†

“I can feel the magic trying to stop me…how. stupidly. annoying.” Lucifer accentuated each word of his complaint with a sharp thrust, face pinched in concentration as sweat beaded at his temple.

He’d be damned if something as trivial as a hexed bracelet from the celestial realm kept him from indulging in you, the one temptation he would never dare ignore.

Your nails dug crescent moons into his shoulders, thighs squeezing at his hips tightly as you moaned and panted beneath him. “Lu-ci-fer! S-slow d-own!”

He growled and sped up in response, snapping his hips into you harshly, “How dare they try to turn me back? I am the Avatar. Of. Pride!” Once again, each word was accentuated with a thrust, making his cock hit deeper and deeper each time.

And he was so fucking proud each time he had you a moaning mess underneath him, crying out his name, begging him not to stop— you made his sin flood his entire body every time.

An electric charge cracked through the air for a brief second before the bangle broke in half, magic forcibly shattering under Lucifer’s sheer prowess.

He grinned sharply, capturing your legs against your chest in a mating press as he went even harder. His wings shedded to black, spanning out proudly behind him as the halo melted down into his horns.

“I’m going to ruin you, do you hear me? You’re not leaving this bed- not tonight, or in the morning, or maybe even until tomorrow afternoon…I’m keeping you until I’ve had my fill.”

†

The sight of Mammon’s blue eyes peering up while his mouth was busy pleasuring you had always been a pretty sight— the shimmering halo was only a little bonus this time.

But you wanted his horns to hold onto. “Just like that, Mams…doing so well, pretty boy.” Your hips rocked over his mouth, grinning down at him with gold flickering in your eyes.

He was all about giving now that the bangle had taken hold, which even before, Mammon always keened when you sat on his face and just used him.

The second born was moaning and whining and whimpering against your skin as his tongue lapped up everything he could, “Mmph- like this? ‘M I doing good, Mc?”

“Y-yeah, baby, fuck— so good…” you carded your fingers through Mammon’s hair, feeling him get more and more excited before you lifted up off his face.

And he was absolutely distraught with the lack of your taste, desperate cry leaving him as he tried to chase after you. “No, no, no! Mc, please, come back— wasn’t done, wanna taste you still, wanna make you feel good, please!”

The laugh you let out made him whine even louder, fingers gripping frantically at your thighs. It was like a switch flipped, magic being overtaken by his greed.

His eyes flickered gold like yours, a whiny growl escaping him. He forced you on your back within a second, mouth working at you even more desperately now as he held you down and took what he wanted— and he wanted to make you cum.

“Jus’ let me, please let me make you cum— you taste so good, Mc, I don’t wanna stop. Want you to scream my name and yank my hair, grip my horns, just give me more- more, more, more!”

†

A small shriek left Levi when you rammed against his prostate, hiccuped cries of your name following. His back arched, wings flaring out behind him, making you hit even deeper spots inside of him.

With his new attitude, he’d been letting everyone else spend time with you and he was finally feeling the built up envy creep along his spine, right beside the spikes of pleasure.

“Aww…look at you. So sweet for me, huh? Why so shy, Levi? Wasn’t this what you meant about strengthening connections?”

Garbled sounds left him, courtesy of your fingers stuffed in his mouth. His eyes rolled back, hands gripping at your hips desperately, though it wasn’t clear if he was pushing you away or pulling you closer.

“How am I gonna know I’m doing good if you don’t tell me, ‘vi? C’mon, sweet thing, tell me. Or do you not want me?”

It was like you asked the unthinkable. A loud whine left him and his tail returned, knocking the halo right off his head before it coiled around your abdomen.

“No! I want you, I want you so badly, please keep fucking me— don’t stop, don’t stop, don’t stop!” Diamond shaped scales scattered across his body as the magic wore out.

You cooed, thrusting into him sharply, making his body lurch, “Good boy, Leviathan..”

†

“Fuck!” Satan cries out, fingers digging into his white wings to try and keep them from fluttering. His back arched almost painfully, loudly begging you to keep going.

“Oh, look at you…” the coos that left you made him flush red, giving you a great sense of satisfaction. This was the most he’d been riled up since putting that ridiculous bangle on.

Your thighs were burning at the unforgiving pace you were riding him at, beads of sweat splashing onto his skin, so you decided to change the game a little.

“Come on, Tannie, if you want it, work for it.” You settled your weight on top of him, ceasing your movements as you cockwarmed him instead.

A displeased growl comes from the back of his throat, eyes snapping open with a glowing green. “Mc, move! Please!”

Slowly, the halo above his head began to flicker and dim before it shattered, dissipating in the air. Another growl escaped him as his wings followed suit, tail lashing out like a whip.

“That’s it— c’mon-!” You gasped when he yanked you forwards, chest pressing against his as his tail locked you in place. The only sounds that could leave you now were broken moans as he fucked you almost viciously.

“You know how I feel about you fucking. teasing. me. Feels good doesn’t it? Yeah? Cause I’m not stopping. ‘M not stopping until I physically can’t fuck you anymore— fuck, I needed you.”

†

Unabashed moans echo off the walls of Asmo’s bathroom as the fifth born writhes under your touch. The sound of water sloshing makes his cheeks burn fiery red and the sound of you moaning back at him makes it even worse.

“W-wait! You d-don’t have to— oh!”

“Shh, Azzy…’m just taking care of you. You were so hard and aching…could see it even though you tried to hide under the water.”

The white feathers ruffled with pleasure (slowly shedded away and turning back), hips jerking frantically to chase the pleasure. The bangle’s magic was completely buried under how hot you made him feel and the feeling of you licking along the edges of his leathery wings increased it ten fold.

“Yes, Mc, like that— don’t stop, just like that, just like that!” Amso curled over on you, horns knocking against your shoulder as he cried out even louder.

You fisted his cock harder and swiped your thumb over the tip relentlessly, “Yeah? Made you feel so good, you corrupted yourself, huh? Pretty little Azzy…come on, cum.”

The squeal he let out cracked halfway through, broken cries of your name following like a mantra. His hand encased yours, making sure you didn’t stop jerking him off.

“K-keep going, don’t stop! Wanna cum for you again ‘n again, gotta make up for when I was giving you away to the others, please, please, let me cum again for you!”

†

“H-haaah…ah! M-Mc…what’re you..o-oh..doing?”

“You said it made you happier seeing others get to eat, so…” you hummed, licking your lips before digging your tongue back into the slit of his cock, “I’m just..enjoying my meal…”

Beel had always lost his cool when you went down on him, finding your mouth to be too good at pleasuring him. The growl he let out was something only a demon could make.

The glowing of the bangle did nothing to deter you— in fact, you only laughed and peered up at him with the red sin of gluttony swirling through your irises. With another hum, you enveloped his cock in your mouth and forced your head as far down as you could, swallowing around him.

He tried so hard to not buck into your mouth or grip at your head as the magic worked to keep his ravenous nature at bay, but…that’s just not who he was anymore.

“C’mon, Beelie…want you to cum in my mouth, I wanna taste you..pretty please? Let me have it…”

A low groan fell past his lips, hips finally jerking up and accidentally making you choke. A rushed apology was given as his fingers tangled in your hair and gently guided your head at a faster pace.

The beating of his insectual wings was rapid as he got closer, magic completely dissipating when he let out a sound akin to a small roar, grabbing at his own horns when he came.

Watching you pull away with visibly stuffed cheeks, slowly working on swallowing it all (though drops still ran down your chin) made a sharp pang shoot through him.

“Thank you…you always make me feel so good, Mc…but..now ‘m hungry. Let me return the favor..wanna taste you too.”

†

“A-are you sure…this is o-okay?” Belphie chokes out quietly, hands pressing down on your hips to keep you pinned to the bed with your knees bent to your sides.

Your fingers curl in the sheets, body lurching forward at each thrust, “yeah, ‘s okay— feels good, doesn’t it? You’re doing so good, Bel…”

The clipped whines and gasps that Belphie was making made his cheeks flair with an embarrassed flush; but you were right. It felt so. fucking. good. And he didn’t think he ever wanted to stop.

Through the pleasure, it was easy to ignore the glowing bangle on his wrist and the voice in the back of his head telling him that he should have more reservations- that he shouldn’t be doing this— that voice wasn’t even his. Belphie wanted this, he did!

As your hands stretched back to claw at his lower stomach, you moaned out his name and wiggled your hips, begging him to go faster.

“Please, Bel…know you can go f-faster than this, want you to fuck me— please, please, please! Don’t wan’ you to be an angel, want you to be my demon again-!”

Magic cracked in the air, sending the hair on the back of your neck rising before a familiar tail curled around your stomach and yanked your lower half higher up, forcing your chest further into the mattress.

The attic bed creaked with the force he slammed into you at, whines mixing with growls now; his horns pressed against your skin as he rested his forehead against your back, making it arch even more.

“Yeah? You want me to fuck you senseless again? Couldn’t even go a couple days without having me play with you, fuck, you’re such a slut for me.”

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solomiracle · 4 months

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lucifer catching you doing something stupid and he calls you endearing names/compliments you but in the most exasperated tone

"i trust you're not plotting my downfall with satan and belphie again, right, my beloved lamb?"

"you, the one who outshines all the stars in the sky... the one who takes my breath away with just a glimpse... are seriously going along with mammon's pyramid sceme?"

"my love, my reason for living, my light, my heart, my soul. explain to me why half of the room has been blown up."

#gives you a long tender kiss then tells you to do the dishes #from me #obey me #hcs #imagines #obey me headcanons #obey me imagines #1 #lucifer x mc #x mc #obey me lucifer #obey me lucifer x mc #obey me lucifer x reader #lucifer x reader

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lovetei · 10 months

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Things that the citizens of the Devildom witnessed that will prove that this Human have the characters at their beck and call

Versions: The Brothers, Side characters

Warnings: Gender neutral pronouns for MC, Cussing, Slight yandere themes (Belphegor, Asmodeus)

Links: Masterlist

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LUCIFER

This demon likes sticking to rules

Running on hallways? Detention

Eating during class? Detention

Not paying attention to class? Detention

No one is safe...

Except for one person.

The cafeteria if filled with loud noises, your voice shouting profanities to another demon specifically.

Everyone listening to the argument feels like they're stomach is about to burst out of nervousness because "What if Lucifer randomly comes in and put all of us is detention because we just stood by and didn't do anything to stop the fight?!"

And he did.

But what surprised them is that he didn't shout or anything, he just stood there for a few second and scanned the crowd looking for one of his brothers.

Spotted Mammon and came close to him before whispering something among themselves.

And then he just stood there

Doing nothing

As if it's just fucking okay to let a human, the exchange student at that, to scream and curse a demon because he won't cooperate into this project.

And when the demon started cursing back at you, the rules are suddenly so strict as if cussing will cause the end of the 8 rings of hell.

The demon is sent to detention, removed from the group, suspended, and many more.

And who knows? Maybe you pulled just a few strings to have that demon expelled.

But what the citizens sure know is that they never saw anyone again after talking to MC like that.

MAMMON

It was cute

Mammon would do anything for you, no matter how big or small it is.

One day, Mammon was spotted running around the halls of RAD.

Looking like he's getting chased by Lucifer, again.

But surprisingly, he's not.

He's just running around the school fetching your fan, notebooks, bag, pens, water or some snacks.

One time, you two were put in a group for this project and were talking about it with your other group mates.

Then you hit him with a "Mammon, I left my notebook on my desk in the potions class, can you fetch it for me?"

With just a blink of an eye, Mammon who was leaning on your shoulder just a few minutes ago is gone.

And with another blink of an eye he's there again with your notebook on his hands then he's back to leaning on your shoulder again as if he didn't just go to the other side of the school for a notebook.

LEVIATHAN

He's introverted

He won't go out his room if it's just for some lame party

I also headcanons for him to be the most unseen brother

Or like him having the smallest amount of photo and information online because he just won't go out.

Yeah, he won't go out if it's just some small, lame party but if Diavolo hosts it, what exactly can he do?

"Do you think the avatar of envy will attend this party?"

"Ha! No way... Lord Leviathan won't attend small parties or gatherings like these unless Lord Diavolo hosts it himself."

"Lord Leviathan really has a high standard when it comes to gatherings..."

And then poof

He's there

Beside you

A happy go lucky sheep beside a gloomy snake

What a match

And if you ask him why he would attend such gatherings when it's totally not even his style he would just go like "MC."

"What can I do? MC really wants to see the fireworks display."

"MC wants me to escort them."

So they got the hint on how to make Levi attend gatherings, either have Diavolo host it or invite MC too.

SATAN

He's angry

But not angry enough to yell when MC is around

Man's can go from 👹 to ☺️ real quick as soon as he felt MC's prescense

He doesn't know why too, but whenever he yell while you're around he thinks he'll fall out of favor

"WELL MAYBE IF YOU'RE SO PERFECT THEN WHY DON'T YOU GO AROUND WHILE YOU HAVE YOUR HEAD FAR UP YOUR ASS- Oh, Hi MC? How are you?"

He'll talk so sweet in front you and then when you turn around you can see some veins popping out of his neck and forehead.

And if he can't really handle it and went berserk in your prescense another scary yet amazing thing you can is to put your hand on his body.

Shoulder, head, neck, wrist, arm, wherever it is.

Just pat him or link your arms with him and he will start to calm down.

ASMODEUS

People headcanon him to like it when you're obsessed with him but I think he's more obsessed to you.

Like he's down bad

You can do anything and he'll literally fawn all over it

"Look at the way they run their hands through their hair!"

"Look at how they work!"

"The way they hold that fork is so graceful~"

Literally, you're the only person that comes to his mind when someone said pretty

Except for himself of course

But I swear, whenever someone caught him staring at you the atmosphere gets so thick

You don't even know why but the atmosphere is heavy and the air suddenly smells so sweet

And those heart in his eyes, the way his pupils dilate

Yeah, you have this man worshipping you alongside himself

BEELZEBUB

Other than the fact that he's actually willing to share his food with you

He's willing to help you in any physical works

Like lifting up things, carrying your stuffs and sometimes even running errands for you

I mean, he actually doesn't do it a lot because Lucifer actually asks Mammon for this stuff because the things Lucifer needs to be done is a little...

Shady?

And he doesn't want to taint Beel's innocence.

So now since you're already a part of the student council when Lucifer needs to have something important finished but it requires physical work.

You and Beel will be partnered

And he doesn't have anything against it either

He likes it so much when you command him to do something actually

I mean, he's tall and buff but Lucifer won't ask him to do anything that includes hard labor except taking care of Belphegor

So you actually helping him make use of all those muscles made him feel a tinge of happiness

He feels like he's actually of use :)

BELPHEGOR

This little brat

He would kill for you and he means it

He's not scared to spill blood on broad daylight as long as it's for you

Someone bothered you? Dead

Oh this person annoyed you? Taken care of

Aw~ He told you you're cute and asked you out on a date? That's sweet! Dead.

He's just like that

He won't tolerate anyone who dared disrespect you

And Lucifer won't even put a stop into this

"I mean, Devildom is quite overpopulated and we don't want anyone disrespecting Lord Diavolo's plan on bringing the three realms together now." Is what he reasons everytime.

Oh, he also wakes up on command as long as it's you.

Lucifer and his brothers could be shaking him like he's dead and he won't even bother to open his eyes

But if you just pulled a "Belphie? Good morning..." Oh dear, he's wide awake and clinging to you.

#omswd #obey me headcanons #obey me nightbringer #obey me shall we date #obey me lucifer #obey me mammon #obey me leviathan #obey me satan #obey me asmodeus #obey me beelzebub #obey me belphegor #obey me mc #obey me x you #obey me x reader #obey me fluff #obey me scenarios #obey me crack

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anonymous-dee · 2 years

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A Night Like Any Other... (Mammon/Reader)

Summary: Just a NORMAL phone call with Mammon. NOTHING SUSPICIOUS AT ALL.

Notes: HI! BACK AT IT AGAIN WITH SOME ANGST THAT I ORIGINALLY POSTED ON ARCHIVE!

TRIGGER WARNINGS: ANGST, DEATH, SHARP OBJECT, SUFFERING

Please don’t read if any of these dark topics will make you uncomfy!!!!

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Mammon cradled his DDD between his ear and shoulder, ranting about the usual inconveniences: Lucifer, the failure of his latest money-laundering scheme, Levi asking him for that money back. The usual stuff. As he spoke, he paced around his room. He always did that when he got worked up, though his hands were still busy shredding up the credit card bill he swiped from the mail pile earlier that morning. No one had to know about it.

You listened to him talk, occasionally adding in “Mhmm’s” and “Wow’s” to let him know you were still listening. He wasn’t the only one who had an eventful day, that was for sure. But you would much rather listen to Mammon talk about his day than prattle on about your minor human problems.

“Where are ya, anyways? Ain’t it gettin’ a bit late? Humans have no business out past-- what time is it?” There was a brief pause on the line before Mammon exclaimed: “Out past 7:00 PM!”

You knew he was exaggerating the latter portion for effect. You replied with a soft hum.

“Who knows? You’ll find out eventually.”

“You’d better hurry up! As your first, I demand you come home. THE Great Mammon won’t tolerate any late humans.”

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“Yes sir,” you were grinning ear to ear, “I’ll make sure to be there with a full report.”

“Good, good!”

You checked the time: 7:34 PM. You knew Mammon was in one of his moods, but he was right. Any later than this, and you would be breaking Lucifer’s Human Curfew.

Mammon put you on speaker phone as he began scooping the shredded credit card bill into the trash can. Lucifer was never going to find out about his bills this time! He should really start sorting through everyone’s mail more often. Not only did he find a few expensive packages from Asmo, but he also found a new, surefire way for Lucifer to never discover his rogue spending habits! Two birds with one stone!

On the other end of the line, you could hear Asmo shouting something in the background. Something about missing packages that were on the table earlier that day.

“I already sold ‘em!”

“You’re literally the worst, Mammon! Ugh! I’m telling Lucifer about this!”

“Ah, no! They’re right here!”

Shuffling. Boxes being knocked over. You heard the pair exchange something more before the sound of Mammon’s door slamming crackled through the receiver.

“Sorry about that, (Y/N). Had to take care of some super official business there.” Mammon wasn’t sure what you’d heard, but either way he would play it off as something he had already foreseen. Or something that wasn’t a big deal-- something you should just delete from your memory, (lest Lucifer have a 1% higher chance of finding out that he really did take Asmo’s packages from the counter along with his own overdue bill notes).

“You’re something else, you know that?” Your voice was soft, unusually so.

“Don’t know what you mean!” Mammon took you off of the speakerphone immediately; no one else would get to hear those sweet words. He felt a satisfying twinge of greed in knowing that only he could hear your voice at the moment.

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“Oh yeah, that reminds me! There’s this, uh, arcade place! Usually that kind of stuff is Levi’s thing, but they have crane machines with cash prizes! Like, boxes with Grimm inside of them!” Mammon’s excitement was definitely leaking through the phone.

“Are you sure?” It seemed a bit implausible, but so did a Vampire Bat Sandwich (one of Beel’s favorites).

“Heck yeah, I’m sure! Let’s go there tomorrow after class!”

You felt a twinge of guilt.

“Yeah, let’s.” Your words came out a bit flat; you had intended to keep them excited and lively, like the rest of the conversation. But... It was getting harder and harder to hide it when Mammon kept talking about the future.

“Of course we have to go for a drive in one of my babies as well. We’ll have the whole afternoon to ourselves!”

“I... I actually might be busy tomorrow,” you mumbled.

“Oh, okay. Day after tomorrow then?”

“I think I have something due...”

“Next weekend? Don’t tell me ya have more plans!”

“I...”

The clouds released drizzly droplets, and without a moment’s notice the drizzle exploded into a full on rainstorm. Days like these were typically your favorite, but not when you were in the water.

You decided to change the subject. “If you could travel anywhere in the world right now, where would it be?”

“What kind of question is that?” Mammon still pondered the question, though. “Dunno! Probably one of those fancy casinos they have up in the human realm.”

“Sounds like you.” Your giggle hurt, but you were smiling regardless. Mammon was definitely an open book. Your favorite novel.

“What’s that s’posed to mean?” Mammon’s voice flared on the other end, but you could tell it was the usual banter; he wasn’t really mad. His expressiveness was one of his most endearing qualities, even if it did manage to get him into trouble a lot.

You didn’t realize you were spacing out until Mammon snapped you back into reality.

“Man, I hate it when phone calls get all quiet...”

“Oh, sorry.”

“What? No, just forget it.” Apparently, Mammon wasn’t supposed to say that out loud, or so you assumed. At this point, you simply assumed that both of you drank a tall glass of Dumb Bitch Juice™ for breakfast this morning. “Ya weren’t supposed to hear that.”

“It’s fine,” you reassured him, “hey, Mammon?”

“Yeah?”

You hesitated to say those desperate words. But by now, it was probably far too late. There would be no going back after, right? Might as well not bother. It wouldn’t matter in the long run, anyways. Not after tonight.

“Um... Nevermind.” You decided to hold your tongue after all.

You really wished you had charged your phone before leaving the house this morning. Again, another mistake in the clusterfuck of today. But then again, maybe this was for the better. Your mind was starting to grow hazy, and soaked strands of hair caked your face from the rainfall.

“Hey, Mammon,” you swallowed thickly, trying to shove down the rising lump in your throat, “I have to go. My phone is gonna die.”

“Oh, okay! See you at home, Human!”

In one last desperate attempt to soothe yourself from the anxieties creeping up the back of your neck, you called out to him before he could end the call.

“Say my name, at least.”

“Fine, fine. See you back at home, (Y/N).”

Finally, you could let go. No more fake appearances. No more holding it all together. You sobbed loudly, your cheek pressed against the cold, wet asphalt of the alleyway you had collapsed in. Well, less of “collapsed,” and more like “stabbed”.

Dumb Bitch Juice™, you dumb whore. Always making you act recklessly. But at least Mammon would get one more peaceful night, oblivious to the horrors you got yourself into. You at least wanted to hear his voice one last time-- Maybe that was selfish of you. Maybe not. All you knew was that deep down, you were terrified of losing him. And that you loved him to death. Literally.

Your thoughts, in a probable attempt to escape the pain of the knife wedged in your torso, (a souvenir from a demon who really didn’t seem to like humans) shifted their weight towards what could have been.

His warm hands laced within yours. That weird arcade date he wanted to take you on. Moving out of the House of Lamentation and into your own place. Marriage. Maybe even a weird Devildom dog? The thoughts were laughable, but oddly comforting at the same time.

You let your phone slide from your grip, loosened. There was no use for a phone with no owner.

Those images, vivid in your imagination, were so close, almost tangible. But Mammon didn’t even know how you felt about him. He was oblivious and obvious all the same, but you loved that about him. You loved him. You loved him so much. But your time with him was over.

There would be another exchange student. The brothers would fawn over them just as they had you, and you would become a distant, painful memory like Lilith. They would move on.

Mammon would move on. He would find someone else. You were just one slim chapter in his book of life. One small, insignificant chapter. A collection of nerves and sentences that couldn’t even tell him how you felt.

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alhaithamtit · 4 months

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cw: premature ejaculation, sextoys, dom!gn!reader

IMAGINE

fucking a virgin guy with a fleshlight. watching him sob and writhe underneath you as the tightness of the toy makes him cum in three pathetic thrusts. don't stop. use it on him until all that comes out of him are pathetic whimpers and moans. watch as he falls apart, his balls empty and orgasms dry.

gepard landau, dr. ratio, leviathan (obey me!), alhaitham, diluc ragnvindr, neuvillette

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kpop-otome-yandere-here · 6 months

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Mc: Hey, dumb slut, get over here.

Mammon, sighing: Okay-

Asmo: I'm coming!

Mammon, confused: I thought... I was dumb slut...

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dawnsbreaking · 1 year

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She found him in the library, where she often did, alone. The Avatar of Wrath, for all the deafening thunder of his fiery reputation, lived for the solace found in quiet corners of the Devildom. He was most at home in the library or his room with a book, a cup of tea, and the hum of a fire to quiet his thoughts. - family therapist strikes again

pairing: satan/mc (she/her) word count: 1,725

read on ao3 want to be tagged when i post fics? spoilers for after lesson 16!

"Hello," she said, "I knew I'd find you here."

Satan gave her a gentle smile.

"I'm easy to find, if you know where to look." There was an intimacy implied between them; she always knew where to look.

The events of the week before had been taxing for everyone. The revelation of Lilith's human life and the repercussions of Lucifer's deal with Diavolo reverberated through the House of Lamentation like a bell had been rung, calling them to mourn their sister anew.

The elder brothers—Lucifer, Mammon, and Leviathan—sulked in their collective guilt while the younger brothers—Asmodeus and Beelzebub—worried after the recently freed Belphegor.

Satan, as always, was caught in the middle, twisting silently with complicated emotions. He’d escaped to the solace of the library, leaving his brothers to their grief. It had almost been prophetic of a Diavolo to assign him the role of the middle child. It suited him, the oft-forgotten fourth brother, as he was long-suffering despite his fatal sin.

“How are you?” She asked, sitting carefully on the arm of his chair. If he were in a better mood, she’d turn and rest her legs across his lap or drape an arm across his shoulders. If he were in a better mood, he’d loop an arm around her waist or pull her from her perch and into the large chair with him.

His hands remained firmly on the book in his lap. She kept her distance.

Satan turned, looking her up and down. His expression was soft but reserved, like he was holding back crashing waves with nothing more than an umbrella.

“Family therapist,” he accused.

She only shrugged. The joke held a piece of the truth. She’d been checking in on all of the brothers since the incident, offering an empathetic ear. And, on a grander scale, she was always attentive of the brothers’ feelings.

In the beginning, this had been a method of survival—she’d felt it prudent to avoid demons in poor moods for her own safety. Now that she no longer feared the brothers, she found that a lot was to be gained by allowing them to open up to her. She’d made herself indispensable to the Devildom, just by being a good friend to her hosts.

"Your friend," she reminded him, though she'd be lying if she said she didn't desire to be more. And there'd been whispers between the brothers that Satan felt the same.

They all cared for her, that was abundantly clear in the way they doted on her and fought constantly for her attention, but they were starting to catch on to the special care she gave to Satan in return.

Just before the incident, she'd finally made her pact with the Avatar of Wrath. The other pacts had been easy enough—any reluctance had been mostly for show—but Satan had been more sanctimonious about the ordeal. In private conversations, he’d expressed that he feared for the transmutation that their relationship would undergo by way of the pact. He was afraid of the commitment, too. Her reassurances had been enough, in the end, as well as the knowledge that she'd been afraid of the same things.

When the pact was finally formed, it was true that something had shifted between them. There was that same supernatural feeling of trust that she'd been imbued with, just like with the other pacts. There was that same intimacy, as well, when they touched foreheads and she got the tiny glimpse into his mind that such contact afforded her. There was something else with Satan, though, that took some time to appear.

By the time she'd fully inhabited the feeling, they were swept up into Lucifer's revelations and into Belphegor's escape from the attic. There was no time, with the brothers so out of sorts in the fallout, to wonder after the pit in her stomach.

Satan hummed noncommittally. Fear of his fatal sin kept him from allowing himself closeness to others, she knew this. Still, she pushed.

She didn't fear him.

Really, of all the brothers, she'd always felt safest with Satan. He was soft-spoken and stoic but he never came across as cold or intimidating. His characteristic silence came with a strong, calming aura. Silent moments by his side felt like taking refuge in the shade beneath a tall camphor tree.

"You know, you don't have to talk to me if you don't want to," she said, "but I enjoy hearing your thoughts."

Satan usually responded to gentle prodding. He needed to know that she cared, that she wasn't just checking with him out of some sense of obligation.

"My thoughts are complicated."

She laughed. "Aren't they always?"

Satan sighed, dropping the book from his lap onto the table next to him. He surprised her, then, by taking one of her hands into his own. He was careful, balancing their interwoven hands on her knee.

He didn't like to be touched when he was upset, so, even though he'd initiated contact, she kept still so as not to overwhelm him.

"Tell me," she said, after a moment of silence passed between them. "Even if I don't understand, I'll listen."

He squeezed her hand and began, "You know that I wasn't born in the Celestial Realm like the others, right?"

"Right." She didn’t understand this exactly, but she knew enough to follow the threads of worry that extended from the event of Satan’s creation.

"That means that I never met Lilith. I know about her, but she was gone before I was..." He hesitated to say 'born.’ That wasn't quite the right word. He shook his head. "I have these bits of me that aren't me and all of those pieces remember loving her."

She held tight to his hand as he shuddered. Though she couldn’t quite grasp the way Satan had come into being, she knew that he struggled with feeling like some part of him would always belong to something or someone else.

It was where his anger toward Lucifer stemmed from, this feeling of a debt forever unpaid.

"Do you wish you had gotten to know her?" She asked, unsure if this was the right question but hoping it would keep him talking.

"Maybe." He frowned. That wasn't it. "I think... I resent the inauthenticity of the feelings."

The answer was so precise, so narrow. He'd pinpointed the issue exactly. She wondered how long he'd had to sit there, half of his mind occupied with a novel while the other half grasped for the perfect verbiage to wholly encapsulate his frustration.

“That is complicated.”

The problems that the demons had were far beyond her as a human, though this was something she’d never admit to any of the brothers out loud. She usually found herself unable to offer advice. This time, though, she had a unique perspective in that Lucifer had offered insight on this same issue.

While Satan was created from Lucifer’s wrath and bore the curse of this as his fatal sin, his positive traits were all his own. He was uniquely able to mitigate the effects of his flaw, and uniquely steadfast in his concern for doing so.

It was a testament to Satan’s will that Lucifer so often found it hard to relate to him. Those parts of Satan that held foreign memories weren’t so much pieces of Lucifer as they were the foundations of Satan’s own life.

These feelings for his sister and these echoes of the Celestial Realm were as much Satan’s as they were Lucifer’s—they were his birthright.

She took a breath, wishing she shared Satan’s grasp on language as she searched for the proper words to express all of this.

“You’re going to hate that I’ve heard about this from Lucifer,” she began, finding it easiest to come clean ahead of what she had to say, “but I know he worries about most of the same things you do.”

Expecting anger, she paused, waiting for Satan to object. Instead, his face remained fixed, his mouth a thin line, his brows furrowed as he listened intently.

It struck her, in times like these, how much the brothers trusted her. Against all odds, against everything they’d been taught to believe about humans, they cared for what she had to say.

“All of those feelings are yours, because they’re a part of you.” She spoke in a soft voice, hoping to convey that she believed this to be a good thing. “That’s enough. There’s no use ignoring the way you feel just because it doesn’t make sense.”

“Hm.” Satan was thinking, there was no use for words as he took in what she was saying.

“When I made the pacts, there was this sudden wave of trust and affection every time. Those feelings are real, even if they originated from some place outside of me.”

“Right.” He nodded, looking away. She could see the ideas shifting behind his flickering eyes.

She squeezed his hand, bringing him back to her.

“I’m sorry if I’m speaking out of turn, I just worry about you.”

“I know.” He laughed. “You’re the only one who ever does.”

“You know that isn’t true.”

He turned back to her, flashing an odd grin. “I’m not just taking your word for it.”

“Fine.” She could convince him that his brothers cared for him another day. It was enough, in that moment, that he knew she cared for him. That war had seen many a losing battle.

“Thank you,” he said. “For finding me.”

Satan wouldn’t admit it, but she could tell by his lightened mood that she’d gotten through to him. This was as close as she’d get to him admitting that she was right. The problem wasn’t solved, necessarily, but he could move forward with new, more hopeful datapoints to tangle with.

He raised her hand to his lips, pressing a gentle kiss to the inside of her wrist.

“You always know where to look.”

i want to maybe do one of these for each of the brothers and i was going to write them in birth order but then a satan event happened. also my allegiance is to the smart, stoic ones. i mean, have you seen the way i write? like obviously. obviously!

comments/reblogs appreciated. pls yell with me about these men. <3

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