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nerinefy · 4 months

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hellooo may i rq an obey me imagine where a blank faced , cool and calm mc who is exceptionally good at seductive speech-craft just drops the biggest flirt on the brothers and just acts cool about it not giving them a reaction. how would the brothers react ? tyy - 👺 anon

OLDER BROTHERS VER. !! (PART 2 WILL BE DECIDED.)

- details: pronouns: you/yours | headcanon | crack + fluff | word count: | warnings: slight cursing if you squint + some...jokes

- author's note: im back ig, and im sorry if this req took like a year :')

LUCIFER !

you really are a pain, truly. the avatar of pride may try his hardest to hide the effect you have on him yet he was proven the opposite. surely you wouldn't have noticed?...right? wrong. why would you continue teasing the absolute devildom out of him if you didn't notice?

the way he looks away and adjusts his perfectly neat tie is one thing, but looking closely, why would someone unaffected have short and shaky breaths with slightly flushed cheeks?

at this point, mans just gave up and ran with it. what do you mean you had him flustered? are you sure you've been sleeping well? he's known all along and sure is amused, yeah, he definitely thought of that at first.

even with his rough start, he managed to win you over. not like it was a competition in the first place but he'll take it as one for the sake of his image. he surely did a number on you later on. did you really think he'll let you do that to him? yeah, maybe after this life, just maybe.

eventually you'll be even more of a mess than him if he takes up the challenge. the other brothers may have complained more than once since you two have been going at it ever since you started teasing him using your 'assets'.

MAMMON !

unlike lucifer who eventually leaves you high and dry (or wet, idk about you), mammon fails, and he fails at the worst possible way. at least in his eyes, he is an overdramatic little shit if you've forgotten.

he acts as if you haven't taken his breath with just one word. he can't really convince anyone with forehead dripping with sweat and his entire body shifting and squirming whenever you take the smallest step closer to him. go easy on him though, please. he's trying his best.

he doesn't recover well the longer you speak to him, he brushes it off with the brightest blush you've ever seen even though he swears it's just the heat going on these days (it was not hot, actually, it was very cold at that time.)

you'd likely have to watch out, he might faint even at the sight of you. he just can't help it you know, you already look so irresistible doing mundane things, so you directly giving him all your attention, and with that voice of yours...it most definitely will leave him melting in your arms.

it's utterly embarrassing for him to be a mess in front of you, but soon he just accepts it. if that's the way you'd like him to be, then he'd be just that. only for you. of course, he'd never in his very long life admit it out loud but you get the point.

LEVIATHAN !

this one is a tough one for sure. not because you have no effect on him, it's most definitely not that. it's more like he's actively finding a way for you not to approach him. he's hiding and running away from you like he did numerous crimes bad enough to not be spoken of, not like that'll work on you though.

you've already traumatized him enough with his first encounter with you, he's not willing to go in for a second round. one word from you and he might actually faint. it's bad enough that you're the most enchanting person he's ever seen, but you going out of your way to speak to him with that mesmerizing voice of yours, it's like you came straight out of a video game with how unimaginably beautiful you are.

if you ever have him cornered, he just might have the courage to face you somehow. unfortunately, his newfound confidence will be immediately replaced with clammy hands and teary eyes. and yes, hugging him to comfort him would make things worse.

just a thought though- please go easy on him.

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beels-burger-babe · 11 months

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For Forever With You pt. 2

***This. Took. So. Much. Longer. Than. I. Wanted. It. Too. BUT IT'S DONE! Thank you all so much for being patient while I finished school and took a break, but I am BACK and I am so so glad to be. I hope you all enjoy this lovely little fic! -B***

Summary: A mortal human and an immortal wizard dating is great until something bigger than the world shakes them. War starts in the human world, and the supernatural worlds around them and Solomon can only watch as everything he has carefully nurtured for the past few years begins to crumble.

Part 1

Late 1930s

It turned out that life with you was riveting.

Solomon could hardly remember the last time he had felt so young and free.

With you, he took time to stop and smell the roses. With you, a decade that would usually be an insignificant droplet in his life has become a vibrant waterfall. With you, he is aware of every second, of every step, of every breath that he takes and just how valuable and rare they are to be shared with you.

He treasured you in a way that he hadn't treasured anything since he last sat on a throne in the days of old.

But just as his crown was eventually taken from him, so were the days of peace, joy, and love that he shared with you.

Lightning cracked outside your apartment windows as rain rattled the glass panes. He stood there, gaping at you as you walked around your apartment, packing your things.

"No," he whispered. "MC, please, you can't do this."

You glanced back at him in sympathy as you shook your head. "I'm sorry, Solomon. But you've heard the news; war is on our door step. I can't just sit back and watch, not when I have skills that help."

He gritted his teeth as he clenched onto the enlistment papers you had handed him to read — the very papers with your name written all over them. "If war is really coming, then we can go somewhere away from the war. Away from all of this."

You frowned as you blinked at your partner. "Wait, what?"

Solomon shoved a hand into his suit pocket, quickly magicking a wad of cash into existence before pulling it out in front of you. Your eyes bulged at the sight. "We run. We leave this damned country together. Somewhere the war will never find us. Somewhere safe."

You sighed as you put your hand over his and gently pushed the money back towards him. "I can't. These are my people. My friends. My co-workers. I can't just abandon everything when there's something I can do about it." Keeping your hands on his, Solomon's breath caught in his throat as you pulled him closer to you. "I'm sorry. I understand that you're concerned. But think of it this way, I'm drafted as a telegrapher. I won't even be on the front lines-"

"The front lines don't matter when there are bombs involved," He couldn't help but hiss back, his hands twisting around the money to grip tightly onto yours. "Hospitals were targeted last time. Camps obliterated. What if you're there when- Please, love. I ... I don't want to lose you."

He couldn't lose you. Not yet. Not this soon. He thought he still had decades left with you, not hours.

Your expression softened as you leaned forward and gently pecked Solomon's lips. He savored the sensation of your soft touch like as though it was his final breath of air before death. He clung to every second of your attention and affection that you gifted him with grasping, never-satisfied, hands.

He leaned into your delicate touch, as you cupped his cheek and pulled away. "Solomon, I will do everything in my power to come back to you. Just ... Promise that you'll be here for me when I return."

He closed his eyes, putting of his weight against you as he pulled his lips into a thin line. He wanted to make that promise, but there was more than one reason why he was asking you to run away with him.

You weren't the only one being called to fight — only his was with greater powers that he had been hiding from you.

"I'll do my best," he whispered instead. His heart clenched as he squeezed tightly onto you. "And ... When all this is all done, when we find each other again ..." his heart ached as he met your confused stare, "We never leave each other again. We ... We become forever."

He watched as your breathing halted and realization slowly lit behind your eyes. "A-Are ... Solomon, are you saying that you want to-"

He gathered your lips with his, suffocating the words before they dared enter the world. "Don't say it. Not yet. When all this is over."

You shakily nodded, new tears lining your eyes as you stared at him. "O-Okay. When this is over."

It turns out that was all easier said than done.

The war wasn't quick — Solomon didn't know why he expected it to be. It dragged on for a torturous amount of time filled with seemingly endless evolutions of ways to tear each other apart. Not a day went by that he didn't think of you and yet ...

He hadn't dared to send you a letter, or contact you in anyway.

Solomon didn't doubt that you had attempted to reach him, but he wasn't anywhere close to his normal address. He was traveling across realms, taking part in the supernatural side of the war. He was constantly surrounded by beings who had the ability to snuff out mortal lives with the snap of his fingers — he couldn't let them know about you.

So he went silent. He never spoke of you to anyone. He kept an eye on you and where he knew you were drafted from a distance and ensured that you were safe.

He hated it. God, he hadn't known that being apart from someone could hurt so badly. But he knew it was for the best.

Years passed. Victory was finally earned. The violence and blood shed began to settle, and the world became still once more.

So now he stood outside of the apartment that he hoped you still called home, a bouquet of blue hyacinths in hand and fear stewing in his gut.

With a deep breath, he raised a hand, and knocked on the door.

"Just a moment!"

Several locks clicked and suddenly you were there, looking just as captivating as the day you left.

Your eyes widened as they met his, your butter-soft, kissable lips parting shock. "Solomon," God, he missed the sound of his name dripping from your tongue.

"Hello," he whispered in adoration.

Hearing his voice seemingly shook you out of whatever stupor you had been in, as the beautifully stunned expression on your face melted into fierce furociousness and you began to slam the door.

The wizard quickly stepped forward and caught it. "MC, please! Just a moment!"

"No!" You shouted from behind the door. "You do not get to skip back into my life after abandoning me during a literal war!"

Solomon winced as the heavy oak door rammed against the side of his foot. "My love-"

"You don't get to call me that," you snapped, the door ripping back open. He nearly choked on his own spit at the heat behind the glare you were pointing at him. "I wrote to you daily. I called. And not once did I receive word back. I tried to visit you in the middle of all this mess, you know," you stepped out from your doorway and was now standing nose-to-nose with Solomon. "You weren't home. I asked about you, and even our closest neighbors somehow didn't know who you were. I thought you were dead, Solomon!" His chest ached at the utter grief in your voice as you screamed at him. Your lip quivered as a broken gasp bubbled up them. "Where were you? I- I needed you, and you left me after everything! After you- You had hinted that-"

He moved closer to you, regret pooling in his stomach regardless of how he knew his actions were for the best. Although you may not have wanted to be anywhere near him at this exact moment, he couldn't stand there and watch you fall apart. Without another word, he gathered you tightly into his arms, pulling you as impossibly close as he could and curling himself around you.

For the first time since he first saw your name on your enlistment papers, he could breathe.

"I'm sorry," he whispered as you sobbed into his chest, your balled fists punching against him. "I'm so sorry for leaving you alone. I ... I thought I was protecting you."

Your movements stilled at his explanation. "What do you mean? Are you a spy?"

There was no stopping the snort that ripped out of him. "Oh definitely not. Just ..." he let out a shaky breath and smiled at you. "Let's take this inside. I think it's finally time that I explained a few things."

You stared at him, and for a moment he feared this was the end, that he was about to lose the only mortal that he had truly cared about for centuries. But then you sighed, and you dropped your beautiful eyes to the ground as you stepped back and pushed open the door. "Fine," you breathed and simultaneously breathed hope back into his soul. "Fine. Come in, just ... Talk."

He nearly fell to the ground in relief, but quickly walked in, whispering thank yous under his breath as he did.

After an awkward silence as you made tea (complete with a splash of rum) and some cold sweets you tossed onto a plate, you met him back in the living room and sat sternly across from him. "You have one and only one chance," your words blew over him like the tundra's wind. "Speak."

He swallowed thickly, wiping his unusually calmy palms on his pant legs before taking a deep breath. "This ... This is going to sound insane. You might not believe me, but please, trust that I am telling the truth," your eyes narrowed suspiciously on him as you took a sip of your tea. He nodded in acknowledgment of your attention. "I'm a wizard, an immortal one at that. I was called by the powers of Heaven and Hell to fight the supernatural elements of the war and, as I do every time I leave a location, I wiped the memories of our peers before departing." You looked at him, face remaining neutral, before you slowly set down your drink. "Get out," you hissed, the venomous anger that lay barely restrained under your skin, finally beginning to break loose.

Solomon's heart plummeted. "Love, please. I promise, I'm telling the truth!" You laugh, your expression morphing into one of pure disbelief. "Are you kidding me?! Wizards? Supernatural? Do you even hear yourself?" You choked on your words as you shook your head at him. "If you wanted to lie, you could've done so without mocking my intelligence. Get out."

"I can prove it!" He shouted desperately, rising to his feet. "I can show you!" Without waiting for a response, he began moving his hands in familiar semantics, whispering incantations under his breath as glyphs float in the air for a moment before suddenly a large tome apparated into existence and dropped into his hands. He rushed towards you, flipping open the book and showing you the contents. "This is my spell book. Every spell I've ever created and/or mastered is in here. Look for yourself."

Your eyes widened, jaw dropping a little as you took in the display and the book now being thrust into your hands. You shakily flipped through the fragile pages and sure enough there was page after page of strange symbols and words written in a language you didn't understand. There was a tingling presence to the book that ran through your fingertips up your arms and caused you to shiver.

Solomon slowly comes to stand beside you, watching you take in the precious artifact in your hands. "I wasn't lying," he whispered softly. "I didn't want to go. They didn't give me a choice. Then it was too dangerous for me to stay in contact. I didn't want to risk you getting pulled into an ever greater war than you were already fighting."

At that moment, he wished he could read your mind. Your lips pursed as you continued flipping through the pages. His stomach twisted in knots the longer you perused. There was always the chance that you still wouldn't believe him and would brush him off. There was always the possibility you would believe him, but would be disgusted and would turn him away regardless.

It had all happened before. He didn't want it to happen again. Not with you. But he had no say in the matter.

The snap of the books pages slapping shut pulls his attention back to you as you look up at him. You silently hand it back to him and then you stare. Your eyes dig deep into his soul, they crawl under clothes and beneath his skin, they bury themselves into every mark on his flesh, until they close and you let out a tired sigh, falling against your chair. "That's- It's a lot to take in Solomon," you breathe.

He nods, shifting on his feet and trying to get some grasp on your body language, but the mask you've built for yourself is carefully locked in place and no longer budges for him. "I know," he whispers. "I know it is. But that's the truth, dearest. That's why I left. It's why no one remembers me, but you. Please believe me." You sigh, and run a hand through your hair. "I do, I just-" you cut yourself off, troubled eyes looking into the distance but not truly seeing anything. "This brings out so many more questions. How many other lies did you tell me? If you really are this immortal powerful being, what are you doing here? Why-" Your voice cracks and you finally look at him again — tears, that he has always hated but is now the cause of, lining your eyes. "Why did you chose to haunt me?" He can't handle it. He moves closer, getting down on his knees before you as he takes your hands into his own. "I don't haunt you. I don't have that ability," he lightly jokes before getting serious once more and coming just a little bit closer until your legs brush against each other. "I love you. It's true that I have told you lies before to protect my identity and keep you safe, but that has always been true. I stayed here because I love you. You enchant me, MC. In ways that, even with hundreds of lifetime's of knowledge, I cannot begin to understand," your breath hitches as he runs his thumbs across your knuckles. He leans in and ever so delicately presses a kiss to them.

"Please," he begs with the voice of a broken man whose only thing he had to lose was sitting before him. "I don't want to lose you. Not when we still have time. Let me prove myself to you again. No more lies. Just you. Just me." You hands slip out of his, and a single finger comes under his chin, tilting it up until he was looking at you. For the first time that evening there was something different glimmering in your eyes — a willingness and acceptance. "Alright," you say. "You get one more chance," your other hand swoops around to caress his hair, brushing it up and back away from his face lovingly. "Show me your strange funky world, magic man. All of it this time. Show me the real, Solomon." His body slumps in relief, silver eyes overflowing with the love for you that he has been floating in without you being there to share it with. "I will," he nearly whines. "I will. I promise." And he did. It wasn't easy, but he spent the next year showing you all that he had always fought so hard to keep secret. He introduced you to magic, to other strange and greedy witches. He showed you his demon pact symbols that are burned into his skin, and brought back delicacies from the other realms and taught you about their existance. Slowly, you were introduced to a whole other layer of the man you were already enamoured with. A man who wasn't sketchy or mysterious as people so often thought him to be — but who was curious, childlike in his wonder, and hungry for the knowledge of everything around him.

This Solomon was lighter, even happier than the one you loved before.

And after a year of magic and witches and spells and demons and angels, you approched Solomon as he worked on a potion in your kitchen and pulled out a ring.

You asked to marry this strange wonderful man, and Solomon felt the worlds around him still. You asked to stay by his side, not just for this life time, but to aid you in doing so forever, and Solomon felt the air escape his lungs.

You asked to swear yourself to him and him to you in a pact that no magic could ever comprehend, and Solomon's heart nearly exploded alongside the potion on the stove.

With shaking hands, and trillion reassurances, he said yes. And with a single potion, a piece of paper, and beautifully personal ceremony the two of you were bound together, until the ends of time. It took another month after your marriage and consumption of your immortality potion for him to realize that this was real.

He would never be alone again. ***Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah, I've been trying to write this for so so so long and I'm so happy I finally got it done! Thank you all so much for your patience and hanging around while I worked on these two! I love them so much. I hope you guys do too! Thanks! -B***

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olivyh · 11 months

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Driver’s Ed

A/N: This one's for all the people with driving anxiety!!!!!

Tw for anxiety and a panic attack

"It's not that bad, promise!" Mammon attempted to coax you from the passenger seat, leaning over the center console to point to all the necessary pedals and buttons of his expensive sports car. The two of you had barely been able to pull out of his garage and were now sitting in an empty lot on the outskirts of the city, the chilly night air unable to reach the two of you from the warmth of the car. You try to listen to his instructions, feeling your head get fuzzy from the combined effort of trying not to burst into tears and taking mental notes on his words.

You had mentioned wanting to get your license once you got back up to the human realm, deciding that it was time for a little more independence (and that it would be much more convenient than waiting for a bus or asking a friend for a ride). Mammon had suggested that he be the one to teach you, as he was the first of his brothers to learn (and, much to the others' dismay, he had taught them to drive as well).

It sounded like a good idea at dinner, despite the painful twist in your stomach now that you were finally sitting in the drivers' seat and gripping the wheel with a force that you were sure would leave your hands sore in the morning. Mammon's constant reassurance helped you pull out of his garage, but you couldn't handle driving through the city to the outlook.

"Mams, I can't do this," You practically wheeze, struggling to swallow anything as your mouth had dried completely from the panic as sweat beaded your forehead and soaked through your first layer of clothing. "I really can't. This is too much."

"Don't worry about it-" He reaches over and moves your hand onto the- you can't remember the word, you think with another strike of panic- gear stick in the center. "Ya can't crash, yeah? There's nothing to crash into, and you can't hurt me if you brake too hard. It's fine!"

"But it's your car-" You choke out, jaw quivering as you find yourself unable to look him in the eyes, to search for that familiar comfort and reassurance that swam in his sapphire eyes. "Y-you spent a lot of money on it-"

"I'll buy a new one," He cuts you off, placing his warm hand over your own. "Just take it slow, okay?"

You take a breath and nod despite the tug in your chest and the way the steering wheel in front of you seems to double as your vision blurs- from unshed tears or a lack of oxygen, you're unsure. Slowly you push on the gas, driving along the glowing lines that hover in the air above the cement (products of Mammon's magic, you guess). You seem to be doing well, turning clumsily and barely able to make it without bumping into the lines.

Just below the constant thrumming of the blood in your ears, you could hear Mammon's quiet cheers and praise as you slowly navigate through the course. Your panic ebbed until it was nothing but a whisper in the back of your mind as a smile crept onto your face, sitting up a little straighter and loosening your grip on the wheel by just a bit.

"You're doing it!"

"I'm-!" You gasp when a shadow emerges from the bushes along the edge of the lot, running in front of the car. You slam your foot on the brakes and you feel your body jolt forward just a bit and the feeling of Mammon's arm reaching out protectively to hold your body back. The pressure from your seatbelt bites uncomfortably through your sweatshirt and digs into your shoulder painfully, only adding to the fear that courses through your veins. You gasp and pant, watching as the stray cat vanishes back into the shadows.

"T-that's alright. You're okay, right?" You gulp and find yourself unable to stop the broken sob that crawls up your throat and the hot tears that run down your face. "Hey, you're alright-"

Resting your head against the cold leather of the steering wheel you finally let the dam break and, in the rush of the adrenaline and fresh fear that had wormed its way into your brain, sob weakly. The demon beside you sputters for a moment before you hear his seatbelt unclick and some shuffling as he tries to maneuver over to the driver's seat. He rubs a gentle hand on your back, the ridges of his rings comforting as they trace patterns onto your back until the tears stop flowing.

"'m sorry," He mumbles quietly, barely audible even in the quiet of the night. "I shouldn't've forced ya to start..."

You sniffle and weakly shake your head. "I was doing so well, a-and-"

"Let's take a break for now, yeah?" Mammon says quietly. "C'mon-"

"H-huh?" You manage to stammer, wiping your eyes on your sleeve. "Where are we going?" You barely have a minute to ask any more questions before he helps you unbuckle your seatbelt, lightly swatting back your shaking hands and helping you climb into the backseat. You watch him, now more confused than anything, as he leaves the car. You try to watch his movements in the rearview mirror until he pops the trunk and your vision is obscured for a moment. The demon closes the trunk with a dull thud that shakes the car a bit before climbing back into the seat beside you, lightly tossing a blanket over both of your laps and fumbling with a plastic container.

"Shit..." He mutters under his breath once he's able to pop the lid open. You're unable to see anything in the darkness of the backseat. He reaches up and clicks on the overhead light, nearly blinding for a moment as you blink in confusion.

Staring into the container, you notice a cake- one that would be pristinely decorated if not for the dents and smears on the sides of it from when it was jostled around in the back.

"I- uh- wanted to get it to celebrate with ya?" He clears his throat, hesitantly scooting closer so your legs were touching and quickly placing the container on top of them. "Ya did good today, so... let's celebrate that."

You chuckle, sniffling and grinning up at the man who fumbles with a crumpled-up fast food bag, pulling out two plastic-covered forks and handing you one. You take a hesitant bite, feeling the sweetness of the icing linger on your tongue.

"Is this the new one from Madame Screams'?" You ask quietly.

"Yeah! Ya like it?" Mammon takes a bite of his own, biting down on the fork and holding it between his teeth. "Took forever to get it."

"You didn't have to do all that," You mumble, taking another bite and smiling at his sputters and weak excuses. "But thank you, really."

When he seems to be too deep in his own mind, clearly flustered still from your earlier comments, you decide to take matters into your own hands. You scoop some icing on your pointer finger and jump at him, smudging it on his nose.

"Hey!' The hell was that for?!" You laugh, leaning back unti he grabs you by the hand and pulls you towards him. "Nope, get your happy ass back here!"

You squeal, still laughing as you pull away. "Mams, no! I'm sorry!" You attempt to squirm from his grip but he holds strong, grabbing some icing with his fingers and smearing it across your cheek. "No!"

He howls in laughter, going back for a second scoop when you surprise him by smearing more on his face. In retaliation, he launches himself across the seat (nearly knocking the cake off as well) and lands on top of you, effectively pinning you down so he could attack you with more icing.

"Okay! You win!" You finally pant, out of breath and sticky from all the sugar you both had smeared across your faces. You lay across his chest, burying your face into it black t-shirt.

"You're gonna stain it," The demon below you whines, but makes no move ot push you off. If anything, his toned arm tightens around your waist. "Let's stay here tonight, yeah? It's far from everything, so it's not like anyone's gonna find us."

"Even Lucifer?"

"He'll probably find us but he doesn't have'ta know," Mammon chuckles, reaching up to turn the overhead light off.

"I'm gross," You mutter, trying to wipe some icing off your face with your hand. The demon laughs and lightly swats your hand down.

"If I have ta sleep gross, you need to also," He tsks. "We're a pair, yeah?"

You two sit in silence for a moment, nothing but the quiet songs of the crickets to accompany Mammon's heartbeat pounding through his ribs (a sound which you got the perfect spot for, with your ear pressed close to his chest and arms around his waist.

"You tired?" He asks quietly.

"Mhm," You hum. "You're right, we should stay out here."

"Told ya-" He's cut off by a long yawn as you feel him shift into a more comfortable spot, holding you close while he does so. His hand moves to your head, caressing the side of your face in a slow, soothing rhythm. The gentle brush of his rings against your face quickly brings you to a feeling of peace, the feeling familiar and warm.

"Goodnight, Mammoney," You mumble, cuddling into his chest.

"'Night, Darlin'," You could hear the smile in his voice as you close your eyes.

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lyssahlyssah · 2 years

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Obey Me! You Have No Power Over Me - Part 1

a/n: 100% intentional mashup of Obey Me and the movie The Labyrinth. I had this idea last year as a lead up to Kinktober/Halloween, to be released in several parts, but then ended up taking a long break from writing instead. I sometimes have a hard time writing for Satan, but the choice to use him here seemed very fun.

pairing: F!MC x Satan

category: creative fiction/smut 💓

description: f!reader, Luke, and Satan are transported to a fantastic world where they encounter some familiar characters.

"Give me the child...Through dangers untold, and hardships unnumbered, I have fought my way here to the castle, beyond the demon city...to take back the child you have stolen. For my will is as strong as yours, and my kingdom is as great. You have no power over me".

Your words echo throughout the stone archways of Satan's room.

"Oh boy..." Luke sighed with dreamy appreciation as you finished reading. "MC...that was so amazing! You really made me believe I was there in the demon lord's castle fighting the Demon King". The little angel gazed at you worshipfully from his pillow bed on the floor.

"Truly," Satan said from his purple armchair. "I've owned this book for over a thousand years and never heard a better reading".

"And I've never had a better audience," you grin, giving them each a small bow and wink. Turning, you folded the book shut with a whomp, clouds of dust floating up around your ears, and balanced it atop the nearest chest-high pile. It sits benignly in the dark, cover shimmering softly.

"But you stopped before the ending!" Luke protested, with a pained expression. "What happens to the girl? Does she defeat the Demon King? How about her friends? What happens to them? And her dog, Merlin!"

"We'll just have to pick it up again next week," you tease, tugging gently at an errant piece of his hair.

"Aww....", he complained. He flounced down into his pillow pile and stared into the fire gloomily.

"It's past all our bedtimes anyway," Satan broke in, standing up from his chair and moving closer. His eyes briefly meet yours before moving down towards Luke. "My library has been here for 500 years, it will still be here next time. And I have many more stories than just this one, " he pauses, hand on hip.

"Well...ok," Luke grumbled. "But we're really doing it again next week! You better be ready!" He reluctantly gets to his feet.

"Cross my heart and hope to die," you solemnly promise, hand on your chest. You grin at him again and he rushes over, catching you in a tight embrace.

"Thank you, MC! This was SO MUCH fun!" He mumbles against your chest. You hold him close then release him, feeling an overwhelming affection. "See you tomorrow, tell Simeon hi for me".

He waves as he walks out the door, giving a neutral smile to Satan, never quite meeting his gaze.

"Do you think he'll ever give me a chance?" Satan quipped after the door closed. "I know he hates demons and all, but some of us are ok." He moves quickly, grabbing your arm, and pulls you hard against his chest. His room is lit by candles and in the low light he looks down into your face, green eyes hot. His voice gets low and husky.

"Some of you are very ok..." you murmur. His lips slowly touch yours and you both let it linger. Your heart skips a beat.

"Mmm..." He murmured when you broke apart. "I would give anything in the world to steal you away and keep you here with me forever," Searching your face for a reaction, he brushes his lips across the knuckles of one of your hands.

Chuckling, you lightly kiss the tip of his nose. "I know you're not serious, and besides, who'd take my exams for me?"

"Oh, not serious, am I? He said with a mocking grin. "Why don't we go upstairs, and I'll show you how serious I am," Your face warmed and for a second, you seriously considered taking him up on his offer.

Knowing if you don't leave at that moment, you never will; you pull away and move towards the door, hips swaying enticingly, wanting nothing more than to tease him within an inch of his life as a parting gift.

At the door, you turn and smile coyly.

He stares back, to anyone else looking perfectly relaxed and at ease, but to your practiced eye, wound tight with want for you.

"Stay with me," he says suddenly. "I'm not complete without you". Your eyes soften, but you know you have to go.

"Tomorrow night, I promise," you tell him. "Lucifer will kill me if I fail another test,"

"Tomorrow" he agrees. He continues to watch you hungrily.

Your hand on the door handle, you reluctantly push it open and walk through.

Striding through the doorway to the hall, you're suddenly jolted as you stumble hard on a pair of jagged rocks.

"What the..." You utter, baffled, looking around at unfamiliar surroundings. The hallway has completely disappeared. Where it once was, is now the top of a grassy hill. Over in the hazy distance, you see an ancient and winding landscape, dominated as far as the eye can see by what appears to be a mossy stone maze. Disoriented, you turn back towards Satan's room, only to find the doorway has vanished.

Suddenly, you remember Luke went through the doorway before you. Panicking, you call out for him, but your voice is lost in the wind. You wring your hands in desperation, clueless as to what to do next.

Then you feel a presence behind you. Whirling, long hair flying behind you in an arc, you turn. Satan is standing behind you, casually eased back against a lone tree that you're sure wasn't previously there. Only, this isn't the Satan you know and love. This Satan is smirking. His beautiful blond hair is longer, very long in places, falling around his shoulders. In other places, it's short, forming soft haphazard peaks. His cold eyes are narrowed at you, and they're ringed in an Egyptian cat eye fashion with silver and pink, tapering up at the ends. Sneering, he shifts against the wind, his form-fitting, high collared black jacket sparkles, catching your eye. Under the long jacket is a pair of tight-fitting riding pants. Taken together, his appearance is one of arrogance and power that sets your heart racing. You know something has happened, but you're not sure what.

Then it clicks. Satan's magic book. You've all been sucked into it somehow. From the disdainful way he's looking at you, you guess he's not fully himself.

Thinking back to the book, you think you know who is standing before you.

"You're him, aren't you. You're the Demon King".

a/n: Parts 2 through the end of the story will be released regularly up to Halloween, if there's interest in the story.

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official-hoe-of-the-devildom · 1 year

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Lucifer getting a wing Bonner bc of y/n

It was another day of chaos in the devildom but that was nothing new to you. You've been living with the demon brothers for a while now so something like this was already expected. Still, seeing the demon brothers dressed in provocative clothes, topped with bunny ears and tail almost had you blushing.

Mammon made a deal - one that would benefit him no doubt - with the owner of The Fall, devildom's most popular night club. Unfortunately, that deal also involved his six brothers and yourself. You tried your best to hold back a laugh as you looked into the disdained expressions of the demons in front of you.

But before you could fully take in the view, Mammon threw something at you. "Come on 'n' get yaself ready." You looked at the ball of clothes you just catched and silently sighed. Right. You were part of the deal as well. Turning around you headed to the staff room.

A big mirror showed you every curve of your body that were now impossible to hide inside the corsage you were given. The pants and thigh high stockings didn't leave much to the imagination either. You put on your bunny ears and turned around, watching the fluffy tail wiggling in the mirror in sync to your hips. A knock on the door brought yor attention back to the room. "Are you ready?" you heard Lucifers ask, his voice dulled by the close door. One last check in the mirror before you turned and headed to the door.

When you opened it you were met with red eyes staring at you, going from impatience to lust to something that could only be described as primal hunger. Before you were able to say something, you were pushed back inside the room. You opened your mouth but the complain about this harsh treatment got stuck in your throat as you noticed that Lucifer was now in his demon form, towering over you.

"Little bunny" he growled, before pressing his lips against yours. One of his hands grabbed your throat while the other roamed over your body, eagerly claiming every piece of you it could find. He bit your bottom lip before letting go, giving you a chance to exhale the breath you didn't realize you were holding. You dared to look back into his eyes and sudden heat filled your face. He looked as if he was a second away from devouring you, which got the heat to drop down to another body part.

Instinctly you pressed your thighs together in search of some much needed friction. As if on cue Lucifer pushed you flush against him, his hand caressing a trail down your thigh before lifting it up to his side. The bulge in his pants was now prominently resting inbetween your legs.

"Yer done inside there?" you heard, before Mammon jumped into the room. You tried to move away from Lucifer, not wanting to be seen in such an intimate pose, but the Avatar of Pride didn't let go of his grip on you, pressing you even closer towards him. "Wha- Why are ya so close to-" the younger brother started to rant but cut off by a growled "Out." If Lucifer in his normal state was scary, in his demon state he was terrifying. His attention moved back to you, making your knees weak under his intense stare. "Are you going to take responsibility for what you did to me?" he asked calmly but the tightened grip around your throat and the sadistic smile on his face made it clear that he was anything but calm.

You stayed in the staff room for the rest of the night. Luckily, there were no more interruptions.

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bambii-dear · 2 years

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Watching horror movies with Mammon & Lucifer

Warnings: Uhh mentions of horror movies I suppose? Also kind of bad English lol.

Characters: Lucifer; Mammon

Relationships: Lucifer/GN!reader; Mammon/GN!reader

Prompt:Watching horror movies with them.

LUCIFER

Lucifer doesn't really care for horror movies. Not that he's scared, he just finds them boring. Nonetheless he'll gladly watch them with you and if you get scared he will happily "protect" you! He doesn't have much reaction during the movie to be honest, he may chuckle at your fearfull expression but that's about it! Nothing can faze the avatar of pride.

MAMMON

Watching scary movies with mammon is always fun! Especially when he gets afraid and wraps his hands around you for comfort, he'll never admit it though. Mammon will always find some excuse and somehow blame you for it. He's so panicky and shaky through the whole thing it's hilarious. He won't say, but he'd appreciate it, if you'd maybe hold his hand to try and calm him down..

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radnewspaperroom · 1 year

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Have I finished my OG Obey Me fic?

No.

Will that stop me from starting my Nightbringer edition?

No.

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satsuma-saturn · 1 year

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send requests besties

i have so much content from the past few years that i have just been sitting on (i have not posted an actual fic other than my 2 recent ones since like 2020 or 2021). a lot r requests that i never finished (sorry besties) and im thinking abt finishing them. in other news, requests r open. i can accept 3 requests at a time. i will complete them in order of receiving anything w/ more than one character will probably take longer cuz i have a tiny little brain. im trying to be more active cuz I've been doing a lot better mentally :)

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reiiiei · 2 years

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"his eyes alive are curtained by rain, then wilts. for an immortal such as i only love those as fleeting as he."

—roses don't bloom for eternity [solomon x male reader], an excerpt.

"A rose for your intentions, sorcerer?"

He laughs in semblance of an answer, but he's certain you won't be quite content with that. You and your silver tongue, able to draw out the particulars from anyone you speak to. Such charisma for a being. And of course, that pretty, handsome face, with the little mischievous smile and warm, cloying aura.

A charming sort of temptation for sorcerers like him.

"I'm here through a quick visit for Ms. Agnes.. I heard that she has caught quite the temper, so I thought perhaps a rose would lighten her up."

You roll your eyes, hands in garden scissors as you finish tagging tulips in practiced motions. The sorcerer watches you as you glide about, spraying delicate blooms with love as they now subtly bow in gratitude.

"Is Ms. Agnes ever not prissy, love?"

Solomon smiles, and there is sparkling bubbly in his heart.

And very prickly too. But we don't mind, do we? She's growing old after all."

Laughter again, though it was more a conspiratorial giggle. And unlike his, yours is captivating, like champagne froth rushing down his spine. He relishes in its simplicity. Too much, even, that he fears this is nothing but the beginning of a tragic fairy tale.

Grinning, you offer a lovely petal.

"Of course I don't."

"Of course, truly I don't..."

Stop the rain. He begs it to stop. Darling, aren't you cold? Let's hurry back now. Back inside to warmth and your laughter and your pretty, enchanted flowers.

"Of course, I truly don't mind."

A spell, a charm! God, his hands are shaking. A spell. Stop the bleeding, the rain, your words from pretty, ruby lips. Anything.

"I promise I don't mind. You can go on without me, of course," Please don't say that, he begs. Don't say such things. Words have their own power, and he needed everything—god, fate, the demons, anything— to be on his side to save you.

You smile.

"Solomon, you're quite amazing that way."

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angelltheninth · 4 months

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Making a Pillow Fort with Belphegor

Pairing: Belphegor x Reader

Tags: fluff, established relationship, cuddles, literal sleeping together, pillow fight

A/N: I used to do build pillow forts with my friends a lot when I was a kid. Kinda miss doing that.

If he's gonna stay in his bedroom all day then you at least have to make it fun

Was about to complain about you suddenly taking all his best pillows and blankets until he noticed how you're arraigning them

Belphegor has never thought of building a pillow fort before, seemed like too much work all by himself when he could sleep in his comfy bed instead

Although he can see the benefits here, it's warm and cozy, almost intimate when you actually enter and find yourselves close together

He didn't notice until now that you've brought your own pillows too

A mix of both of you, maybe not the last thing you'll make together

The next fort needs to be even bigger he decides, one where you can watch movies in, or do your homework together, a even more private spot just for the two of you

Hidden away from the rest of the world he almost feels like there's a weight lifted off his shoulders

There's no need for him to try to be something or someone he's not

If all he wants is to cuddle up and sleep next to you then by all means he can do it and won't scold him for being tired because you know he can work hard when he wants to

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nerinefy · 2 years

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. . . HOW WOULD YOU DEFINE YOUR IDEAL GUY? ; FT. THE OLDER BROS.

- FIC INTRO - PART I [YOU'RE HERE] - PART II

— summary: with MC's noticeable influence on RAD's student body, the newspaper club had to get a scoop on what the infamous human had to say about a few things, although one question definitely caught them off guard. let's just say a lot of hidden feelings were revealed afterwards!

— details: pronouns: you/yours | headcanon | crack + fluff | obey me! swd

— tagged list: @my-perfect-machine , @aijlin , & @pleasureoftheclouds

— author's note: guess who got a deadly fever the other day and can't move even a muscle? but seriously i'm very sorry for the late update :') i didn't expect it either.

LUCIFER !

He was in his office working on a few tasks Diavolo had given him that day when he suddenly heard a low buzz from his phone. Not caring much about it, he continued his work, that is when notifications kept popping that it became too much of a distraction. Reaching out to grab the phone, deciding to keep it on silent, he then saw what the fuss was all about.

- Asmodeus: "Hey guys, I think you really need to see this"! (insert pic.)

- Leviathan: "Huh? Oh, they interviewed (Y/N)? What about it?"

- Satan: "It seems that there's one interesting question to be seen below."

"How would you define your ideal guy?"

- "Well, it's hard to make words for it but to keep it simple, he's hardworking and caring. Quite stoic at first but he's a soft and sweet person."

Out of all the things he could see that day, not saying he's complaining, quite the opposite actually. For a while, he thought he might be assuming things too hard. It's all too hard for the old man, why can't you just say it in person, not that he needed any clarifications of course! (No, he does need clarifications, please give this lad answers.)

Bonus! Might invite you for dinner (or to his room lol) that evening— expectedly the only way he can think of to get things straight with you.

MAMMON !

He had just finished a modeling shift and was scrolling through Devilgram when he saw the post. Reading through it, there's one question that certainly caught his eye.

"How would you define your ideal guy?"

- "As weird as this may sound, he's somewhat of a slow person, yet in a fun and chaotic way, it's his charm. He's a kind and sensitive man and is always willing to sacrifice for the sake of others."

It takes him a very long while to process it so it's likely that he'll suddenly squeal like a high school girl while he's in bed (Surprisingly that's how my brain works too.)

Will reread that specific text over and over again, and will automatically assume— not saying that he's wrong.

You should just expect a giddy Mammon to meet you just right after you open your bedroom door the next morning. You can see with just the first glance that this man barely got any sleep, but who cares, he's only happy to know that that's how you see him.

LEVIATHAN !

Just to let you know, even if he sees it, he will never have in mind that you're talking about him— even in any universe out there I assure you. He sees himself in not the best light, so it takes more than that for him to get the message.

Will most likely see it on Devilgram too, as he only scrolls there to see if there are any updates about the new game he's been playing, and he so happens to stumble upon the post.

"How would you define your ideal guy?"

- "Well he's generally shy and a bit out there at the same time, but I love his passion for the things he enjoys and find it quite cute too."

The only question is, when does it click on him? Well, let's just say it's not only him who saw the post and he was definitely getting teased for it that night.

- Belphegor: "It's all to obvious, I can't believe you didn't notice."

- Asmodeus: "Oh (Y/N), I never knew you were that bold to say that, how very passionate of you!"

Cue two goofballs who are too much of a shy blushing mess to even say something. He's not that stupid to not get that. I'm sorry, but he's for sure going to hide from you for a bit after this, there's just too much to take in!

[♡︎] — WILL BE SPLIT INTO THREE PARTS BECAUSE I'M LAZY <3

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the-fab-fox · 2 years

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Hey Obey Me writer community! When do you guys find the best time to post fanfic is? Let me know so I can post my stuff for you guys accordingly :D

Also best tags to use.

Thank y'all for your help! I look forward to sharing my creations with all of you!

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zephyrchama · 29 days

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Mammon stares down at his youngest brother snoozing away on your lap. Belphegor has made himself at home with your thigh as a makeshift pillow. It’s far from the first time this has happened, and very unlikely to be the last. Any more, he just walks over and does it, falling asleep within moments without even asking. He’ll wake up if you try to stand. As long as you can still study, read, or scroll your D.D.D., it’s usually not too bothersome and easier to let Belphegor do what he wants.

The scowl on Mammon’s face says otherwise. “Ya really gonna let him walk, err, sleep all over you like that? How many time’s he done that this week?” He tisks and stomps his foot, looming over you with crossed arms. “Belphie, wake your ass up! Yer big bro has a bone to pick with you!”

You feel a warm exhalation on your leg. Belphegor seems to be sighing, but doesn’t bother opening his eyes or acknowledging Mammon in any other way, much to the elder’s chagrin.

“Push him off!” Mammon insists.

“I’m flattered you think I’m strong enough to push a full grown demon off of me,” you admit, lightly ruffling Belphegor’s hair. “But, no. I’m not.”

“Don’t encourage ‘im!” Mammon grabs Belphegor by the collar.

At this provocation, the youngest curls an arm under your thigh and nudges his nose into the fabric of your clothes. He refuses to budge. “They don’t mind it, so just leave us alone.” Belphegor’s muffled voice sounds tired and annoyed.

“Belphie, let go! Ugh, use your pact!” Mammon literally growls. “Don’t coddle this jerk, you spoil him too much!”

“Don’t yell at me about it! I’m just sitting here!” you pout. ”And Belphie, watch where you’re grabbing.” It’s not your fault these guys go crazy over you. “Pact orders are painful for you guys, yeah? I don’t want to go through all that trouble. I’m still learning how to control the magic and it’s not worth it right now.”

“Hah? You kiddin’ me?” Mammon taps his foot and gnashes his teeth as Belphegor gives him the cold shoulder. “Fine then. Be that way.”

He goes to walk away, but abruptly turns back and returns. It’s evident when Mammon gets a new idea into his head. You can practically see the light bulb pop up over his head as he dons a cheeky grin.

“Spread your legs for me,” he demands.

“What?” Now you’re staring at him, disbelief etched into your features. You knew Mammon had the occasional lewd thought but even for him this was brazen. Maybe his brothers are right and he’s finally lost it.

“Spread your legs for the Great Mammon! C’mon!”

Belphegor snorts and turns his head ever so slightly, just enough to give his dumb older brother the evil eye. Mammon is tired of waiting and seizes his chance to yank your knees apart. By your own admission, you can’t fight the strength of a full grown demon.

“You’ve got two legs, there’s plenty a room for two demons here.” There isn’t exactly much space, but Mammon lays his head back on your thigh and grins up at you, bumping his noggin against Belphegor in the process.

Ah. You realize this was his goal and Mammon was just being too stubborn to come out and say it.

Your face grew hot. It felt weird to manspread with two doting demons on your legs. “You really could have phrased that better.”

“Whatddya mean?”

You sigh. “Think about it.”

Belphegor exhales again, probably laughing under his breath this time as he re-adjusts his arm to a cozier position.

Mammon is content just to admire you from below until he connects the dots, and a deep red blush spreads across his face. He turns, winding his arms around your back to better hide his face in the folds of your shirt.

He closes his eyes against you, his nose brushing against your side. “I don’ wanna think ‘bout anything. I work too hard, just lemme rest here a while.”

You allow it, ruffling his hair knowing full well you coddle both of them too much.

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