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cutiesgaloree · 2 years

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SHOW AND TELL !!

obey me! brothers x f!reader

context: fem reader teases the seven brothers by showing some cleavage!

warnings: mdni, suggestive, dubcon, some parts are shorter than others :')

reblogs are appreciated!

tags: @stygianoir

Lucifer

you sauntered into the eldest brother's bedroom, wearing shorts and a low v-cut shirt, your outfit hugging you in all the right spots

lucifer was at his desk, doing paperwork that the demon prince had once again pushed onto him

you leaned on his desk, laying yourself over his paperwork, breaking his focus

"luci, won't you take a break? you've been working so hard after all.."

lucifer merely raised an amused eyebrow, glancing at your chest threatening to expose itself and back up at you

he could see right through you

"i've got quite the amount of paperwork to get through. putting it off will be of no benefit," he said nonchalantly, waiting for your next move

shrugging, you got off his desk and skipped around it, plopping yourself on his lap facing towards him

he put his pen down and immediately held your hips, keeping you in place on his lap

"true, but such ambition should be rewarded, don't you think?" you replied, smiling mischievously

lucifer gave you those eyes (yk what i'm talking about) ;)

the hooded ones that screamed ‘ i'm gonna fuck you into tomorrow ’

"is that so?" he said, hands inching up your body, "and what might this reward entail?"

you continued smiling at him, "you'll see~"

Mammon

"CASINO NIGHHTTTT~" mammon cheered, bursting into your room

you knew it was time for you and mammon to go to the casino and have fun

hence why you were changing

and he just walked in on you...

he stared for a couple seconds before you reminded him he was staring

"h-huh?! me? staring?! a-at you? psh, yeah right!" he says, blushing furiously before slamming the door

you decided to go for formal attire

and i mean really formal

you were dressed in a tight fancy suit, the top buttons of your dress shirt unbuttoned

creating a perfect boob window 😍👍

mammon looked beet red when he laid eyes on you after you left your room

"o-oi! where do ya think you're goin' with t-that!" he yelled, pushing you back into the room

"why? does it look bad on me?" you sighed theatrically, glancing down in feigned disappointment

"no! you look too hot n i don't want anyone but me seeing you like that!" mammon blurted out before slapping a hand over his mouth and clearing his throat

"what i meant was, y-you look horrible! yeah, that's right! the suit looks down right.. u-ugly! so change into something else!" he barked, crossing his arms and huffing

"okay," you said, smirking and beginning to take off your clothes

right in front of him 😁

"woah woah woah! what're ya doing?!" he panicked, eyes wide as saucers and his cheeks redder than an apple

"well, you told me to change right?" you said smugly, "i'm simply following order from my first~ ah-!"

you squeaked in surprise upon being thrown into your bed by mammon, his face hidden in your neck, hands gripping your waist

"grr, ya shouldn't tease a demon-- unless you're ready for the consequences..."

Leviathan

it was game night for you and levi, but you'd been in the mood for something.. different.

and so you wore a short skirt and a hoodie

knocking on the door and entering after answering levi's code, the poor boy became flustered at how short your skirt was

"h-hey... you- what- why're you-?" he started, not being able to get out a sentence

you merely feigned innocence, tilting your head in mock confusion

"yes, levi?"

"uh, nevermind! it's nothing..! ugh, let's just start playing," he sighed, dropping the subject

as you two gamed, you began teasing him subtly

first, you scoot right next to him

the second he stops tensing, you lean your head on his shoulder

finally you draped your exposed legs over his lap and got comfortable, leaving him red

every touch had him jumping and tensing, but that last move made him slam the pause button

you spared him a confused glance despite knowing exactly why he stopped the game

"levi, why'd you stop the game? is something wrong?"

"n-no..! just thought we should take a break..." he trailed off

you smiled mischievously before nodding and stretching, your legs on display

now, in your new position, leviathan got first row tickets to seeing up your skirt

he gaped and whipped his head around

"h-hey! you can't just--!"

"can't just what, levi?"

turning back to look at you, his eyes widened in realization as he noticed your smirk

you had planned this all along

before you knew it, he had you pinned to the floor, eyes narrowing at you

"oh, yeah? so you think you can just walk in here and tease me?

well guess what? two can play at that game."

Satan

you and satan had been planning to have a reading session together in his room

but, of course, you'd been curious

to see what he'd look like if you just sorta...

pushed him off the edge >:)

and not in a pissed off way~

so, you wore a strapless shirt that exposed a lot of skin and cute pants that hugged your body beautifully

you knocked on his door, and upon his approval you entered

he was sitting on a small couch, reading calmly

"hello, (name)," he greeted, "i went ahead and began reading, but feel free to-- *chokes on spit*"

in case you didn't know, he did a double take after seeing how stunning you looked

"satan, are you okay?" you hurried over, bending right in front of him, giving him a great view of your chest

his eyes widened and he quickly glanced away, coughing a couple more times before clearing his throat

"ahem. y-yes, i'm fine... as i was saying, feel free to make yourself comfortable and start on your book."

you nodded and sat yourself next to him, situating yourself in a way that would be very.. comprising

he glanced at you often, a blush dusting his cheeks

"so..." he finally started after a while, "is there something special going on? i mean, you look.. particularly beautiful today, and--"

you hummed, setting your book aside before gently taking his book out of his hands and setting it aside as well

"what are you-- oi!"

satan yelped in surprise as you pulled him on top of you, laying down on the couch yourself

he gripped the sides of the couch in realization as he hovered over you

you smirked up at him and winked

that's all he needed to know before smashing his lips onto yours

you pulled him in and wrapped your arms around his neck

you two were breathless by the time he pulled away

only for him to pull you back in for another kiss

"i'll wipe that smirk off your face," he growled

Asmodeus

lmao what won't tease this man is the real question

anyways

you two were going to a party

and you decided to tease him ;)

by wearing a tight and skimpy dress <33

of course, as soon as he saw you he practically moaned

and at the party?

you were strutting your stuff, making the most of your drop-dead gorgeous dress

this man could not for the life of him take his eyes off you

a the dent in his pants became just a little more obvious

he soon dragged you into a private room

and the second he closed the door he corned you, littering your jaw and neck with kisses

"oh darling, you look absolutely hot in that dress," he said, "you wouldn't mind if i took it off of you, would you?"

Beelzebub

you had a workout session with beel soon

and you wanted to.. motivate him 😇

so you wore the most revealing athletic clothes you had and set out for the gym

beel was already waiting at the entrance when you got there

he was oblivious to your attire and you two began spotting for each other

or at least

you had thought he was oblivious

but you noticed how he had become a lot touchier with you during exercises, correcting your form even if it was fine...

his hands lingering on you more than they should...

and whenever he spoke to you, it was husky whispers in your ear that sent shivers down your spine...

yeah, he definitely noticed.

when you two finally finished, you two went to get some protein shakes at a nearby cafe before going home

of course, beel was still hungry, so you two went to the kitchen

you cooled down from your workout while he continued eating everything in the fridge (again)

feeling a rumble in your stomach yourself, you went over to the fridge

spotting something to eat, you had a devious idea

you bent over seductively in front of him as you reached down to get the food

before you knew it, beel slammed you on the counter

"hey, (name)... are you tempting me?"

you decided to pretend you were innocent

"what do you mean?" you said as sweetly as you could

"since we started our workout session, i noticed your outfit, y'know.. and then the way you bent over, you never do that," he said, eyes trained on yours

"whatever do you mean, beel?" you drawled your words, batting your eyes at him. beel groaned

"see? you're doing it again. whatever," he said, lowering himself between your legs

"now i'm hungry for something else. care to indulge me, (name)?"

Belphegor

you and belphie were gonna have a sleepover

which basically consisted of napping the entire time lmao

but today you were feeling devious

and so, you wore your most suggestive pajama set

you skipped happily over to his room and launched yourself onto the bed, hearing a muffled "oomf" under the mountain of blankets and pillows

chuckling an apology, you waited for him to surface and gave an innocent smile as he scanned your outfit, eyebrows raised in amusement

"so.. you want a last-minute change of plans for the sleepover," he said groggily

damn, he saw straight through you

"well sure," he continued, "but i don't know if this will be considered a sleepover if i keep you up all night~"

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wrrrenff · 5 months

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Restless Nights In the Devildom

Obey Me: Shall We Date Mammon x F! Reader Synopsis: After a long day in the devildom you can't seem to get any sleep! So of course the only thing to do is go annoy your best friend Mammon. Thing don't turn out as expected when you get to his room...

Warnings: 18+, smut, restraints, bondage, p in v sex, kissing, marking, domination

Gif credits to the creator!

Today had really taken its toll. Three exams, breaking up a fight between Satan and Lucifer, and in the middle of cooking dinner for everyone Beel kept trying to eat my ingredients! All of it was adding up and you were dead tired. So why couldn’t you fall asleep? It’s been two and a half hours and nothing. You could cry at how frustrated you were.

You decided that if you can’t sleep you might as well go annoy your favorite demon. You don’t even bother to knock on Mammon’s door. At this point you are both so used to each other just barging in. When you opened the door you noticed a lump on the bed. As you got closer you saw the white hair you’re so familiar with. He was asleep. Perfect opportunity to fuck with him. His face does look really peaceful… Do you really want to ruin that? Hehe fuck yeah i do.

You slowly reach towards his shoulder, ready to shake the ever-living hell out of him. As soon as you make contact Mammon grabs your hand and quickly fling you onto his bed and straddles you and holds your wrists tightly against the mattress. *What the fuck just happened* you thought.

His furious eyes take a moment before realizing who is underneath him. He smirked. “Well well well. Look who we have here. Does the little human think she can sneak up on me that easily?”

You were breathing hard. This is not how you expected this to go at all. But you weren’t mad at this situation. Or the position.

“You okay princess? You’re breathing real heavy.” Mammon said with slight concern, slightly lifting his weight off your legs but still holding your wrists tight.

You liked this. You didn’t want it to stop. Instead of responding you decided to try something. Slowly but carefully, you lift your knee and press it between his legs, rubbing it back and forth slightly. Mammon moaned. Hard. So devilishly sweet.

“Oh, you want to play like that huh?” Mammon flew off of you and started digging through his dresser drawer. Did he not like it? You worried that you upset him and went too far. That is, until he turned around and you saw the rope and cuffs.

Before you even had a second to think you were being tied up to the demon’s bed frame. You pull at the restraints with no luck at getting out.

“Too tight?”

“They’re fine but…”

The demon raised a brow. He gently grabbed your chin and slowly lifted your face until you were forced to look at him. “What is it darling? Use your words.”

Damn demon. You didn’t want to admit how badly you wanted him but you conceded. “I want to touch you. Make you feel good.”

He chuckled, low and rumbly. It made you squirm. “You came to me. I make the rules. You’re lucky I didn’t use my gag.”

“Well there’s already one flaw in your plan, genius. You forgot to take my clothes off before tying me up.”

“Oh, that won’t be a problem sweetheart.” Suddenly he uses his strength to rip your clothes off. It was so easy for him. Like taking a tissue out of the box.

“So wet for me already and we’ve barely even started.”

He was staring at your figure, eyes full of lust. They were hungry eyes, intimidating. You couldn’t help but shift under him, suddenly feeling self conscious. Before you had too much more time to think about it, Mammon dove in and kissed you hard. You didn’t reciprocate at first, taking a moment to register what was happening, but quickly enough you came to your senses and kissed back. Mammon place one hand on the back of your head, slightly pulling at your hair, his other hand at your breast, lightly teasing your nipple.

He started moving his lips lower. Down your neck biting and sucking hard, almost like he was trying to leave the most obvious marks he could so everyone would know you belonged to him, even if just for this one time. He is the demon of greed after all.

You were a moaning mess. You wanted to touch him. Feel the closeness between you too. It was so FRUSTRATING. It didn’t take long for your moans to turn to impatient whines.

“What’s the matter, princess?”

“I- I want to feel you” you were a panting mess.

“Not yet, baby.”

“Can’t you at least strip too? I want to see you. All of you.”

He seemed to contemplate this for a moment, stroking his chin in the most dramatic way like the idiot he is. He was drawing this out. After a minute he got close to your face and whispered “I’ll see what I can do”

He straddled you and started taking his shirt off. You’ve seen him shirtless before but this time was different. You’ve never wanted to feel up to someone more than you did right now. You try to reach for him but don’t get very far due to the cuffs.

“You’re cute” He continues stripping, your eyes watching hungrily. As he takes off his underwear you can’t help but wonder how the fuck that thing is going to fit inside of you. But you didn’t care. You want him and you want him now.

“Fuck me please! I need it now!” You were practically begging at this point. You could see Mammon wanted to tease you some more but even he was getting to his breaking point. He lines up with your entrance and slowly starts pushing in.

“F-fuuuuucking hell!”

He stops half way through. “Need a sec?”

You nod, struggling a bit to get any words out. After a moment you tell him to continue. He eventually bottoms out inside of you and you have never felt so full in you life. You Loved it, but you needed more.

“Move please!”

“As you wish my princess.”

He starts thrusting and immediately hitting all the right spots. Mammon leaned down and started lapping and sucking one breast while teasing the other with his hand. Feeling the heat between your bodies and all of the sensations he was making you feel, it was pure bliss.

“Mammon faster! Break me!”

Without any hesitation he started going faster and harder, your hips meeting his as best they could considering the restraints. The bed was creaking like crazy. Any other day you’d be worried that this much noise would get you in trouble with Lucifer but you could deal with the consequences later. Mammon moved off your breast and up to your neck, creating more love bites. You were getting close and he could tell. Mammon reached down between you and started rubbing your clit in circles, turning you into a blubbering mess. You couldn’t even form words and more. The only sounds filling the room at this point was just the sound of skin and both of your grunts and moans.

Feeling himself getting closer to the edge, Mammon angled himself a bit differently and was hitting your g-spot perfectly. Only a few more thrusts and you were cumming hard. You went to grab Mammon as you came but were stopped by your cuffs so you were just squirming as you came.

You lay there, still bound by the handcuffs and ropes as Mammon kept pounding into you. You were so sensitive. It felt great. Each thrust into you had you whimpering. He just kept hitting your g-spot. After a minute, it was like you had gained a second wind and you could feel yourself getting close again. Mammon, realizing this, started thrusting even harder into you. You could swear the bed was going to break. Soon you both came, screaming each other's names. You were in such a trance after that you didn’t even know your own name. Mammon collapsed on top of you, panting like crazy. After catching his breath and regaining some strength, Mammon released you from your restraints. You immediately grabbed onto him like a koala to a tree. He chuckled and held you close.

After a few minutes of cuddling, you finally broke the silence. “You know, I just came in here to annoy you but if the thanks I get for barging in here, I think I need to do it more often”

The demon smirked “From here on out you can expect a lot more, princess.” You both cuddled up as close as you could to each other and eventually drifted off into the deepest most refreshing sleep you’ve ever had.

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leviathans-watching · 2 years

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chaos causer | chapter 4

includes: mammon x gn!reader (no pronouns mentioned)

wc: 2.5k | rated t | m.list | series m.list | ao3

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Mammon stares at you, eyes wide. You give him a look, as if to say trust me, even as your heart thumps painfully in your chest. What are you doing?

“Explain,” Lucifer demands. “Now.”

“Perhaps this is a conversation best had outside of the bathroom hallway?” A voice asks, and you whirl around, coming face-to-face with Barbatos, who waits for you to move. Lucifer, of course, is the first to obey, and you watch as he regains a handle on his emotions, wings and horns melting away as if they were never there.

“Forgive us,” he says, walking down the hall to Barbatos. You and Mammon follow suit, and belatedly, you realize you’re still gripping Mammon’s hand.

You don’t think there was a big enough scene to alert everyone else, but of course Barbatos, and by extension, Diavolo knew something was happening. It would be foolish of you to think otherwise. When the four of you reenter the ballroom, everyone turns, confused.

You surprise Mammon once again by stepping forward. “Everyone, I’d like to apologize for my behavior tonight. I did not act in an appropriate manner and I hope I haven’t ruined the celebration. That was never my intention.” Lie. “Please forgive me.”

Diavolo cocks his head. “Perhaps some background knowledge would be beneficial?”

You crack a wary smile. When Mammon had intruded on your tête-à-tête with Lucifer, you had known that there were two options: double down or tell the truth. Mammon had been ready to tell the truth, but you fear from his original explanation of his brothers that that will only make things worse for him. And that’s the last thing that you want. “The truth is, I was putting on a show, purposefully acting rude and inappropriate because I wanted to test the mettle of Mammon’s family and friends. It was a dumb plan, but I think it worked, because I now know something important.”

“And that is?” Satan asks.

“That you all love him. Dearly. In the time that I’ve known Mammon, he’s confessed that sometimes you all, well, mostly you, his brothers, say things that put him down.” You grimace a little as you speak, eyeing Mammon. Hopefully, he’ll forgive you for spilling his secret. You’re trying to salvage the situation the best you can, and that, unfortunately, requires some of the truth. “And since I care about him dearly I wanted to see what would happen if I came down here and did- well, what I did. Call it stupid, but I’ve never been known to have the brightest ideas, as Solomon could tell you.”

“That’s true,” Solomon says when everyone turns to look at him. If he’s surprised you decided to expose your relationship, he doesn’t show it. “Back at school, there were incidents that almost caused MC’s suspension or expulsion.”

“School?” Simeon inquires.

“I’m a sorcerer,” you explain. “Solomon and I were in the same class, and on occasion, partners. He sniffed me out earlier in the night and confronted me.”

And he knew you still weren’t telling the truth now.

“So that’s why the two of you looked so cozy.” Asmodeus taps his chin. “And to think, I was almost starting to get jealous.”

You watch as Solomon rolls his eyes, but you can read him better than most and know that you’re not the only one keeping secrets, and his seems like a certain fondness for the fifth-born.

“So you don’t actually flirt with every demon you meet?” Belphegor asks, and you shake your head with a rueful laugh.

“No, I’d never actually betray someone like that. I’m sorry if I made anyone uncomfortable with my unwelcome advances.”

Leviathan squints at the both of you. “Did you actually meet gambling online?”

“That was a lie,” you admit. “We did meet online, though. We just knew you’d disapprove of me more if I displayed some of the same characteristics Mammon here does.” Despite your best efforts, a little bit of venom sneaks into your tone. You have become surprisingly protective over him.

“And Mammon was in on this?” Lucifer asks quietly, and you let Mammon take that one, not wanting to reveal anything else he isn’t comfortable with.

“Some of it,” Mammon says, swallowing. “I knew that MC was gonna act up, and I was kinda curious so I played along. Sometimes I am a little, uh, discouraged by the things that are said so some sick part of me wanted to see what would happen even though I shouldn’t have.”

Many of the brothers’ expressions shutter, but you can make out a lot of regret, even if they still don’t fully understand the situation.

“It pains me to know that you felt you had to go to such lengths to… prove we loved you, if I’m understanding correctly,” Lucifer says stiffly. “I can think of many instances where I’ve been too hard on you or spoke without considering the impact, and I’m sorry. Mammon, I’m sorry for not noticing the effect my words and actions have had.”

“I’m sorry as well,” Asmodeus says, eyes glistening. “You’re my big brother and I hate that I’ve made you feel like this.”

“As do I,” Satan tacks on, and the rest of the brothers quickly apologize too, each seeming to truly mean it. You think Mammon’s a little overwhelmed, but his small smile contains the force of a thousand suns.

“‘M sorry too,” Mammon says. “It was dumb of me to do somethin’ like this.”

“Again, I’m sorry I was acting so poorly,” you say in a lull of silence, ducking your head. “If you’d like me to leave, I’d totally understand.”

“Now, let’s not be rash,” Diavolo says. “I’m not sure this situation requires such severity. You were acting out of the goodness in your heart, even if it was misguided. I’m sure we can salvage the night and continue on.”

You look to everyone else. “Are you all okay with me staying?”

Surprisingly, it’s Lucifer who speaks up first. “You may stay. I’d like a chance to get to know the real you, as I’m sure we all would. There must be some redeeming qualities you posess, if you’re actually with Mammon.”

There’s a murmur of assent, and you sigh in relief, not even taking offense at the barb. No bloodshed, no getting thrown out, no one yelling at you or Mammon; all in all you’d call it a success.

“I’d like a moment to speak with MC in private,” Mammon says, and oh yeah, you had backed yourself into a little bit of a corner with him.

“Of course,” Diavolo says. “Barbatos, lead them to a private room.”

Mammon waits until he hears Barbatos’ heeled boots click away from the door before he faces you.

“Ugh, I’m so sorry,” you say in a rush. “I just spoke and didn’t think about how it would affect you.”

“What are you sorry for?” Mammon asks, confused. “I should be the one sorry! I made you have to deal with all of that! I never thought it would blow up like that!”

“So you’re not mad at me?” you ask hesitantly. “Even though you’re now stuck in a relationship with me for longer?”

“Mad? No way! You’re a freakin’ genius,” Mammon insists. “You managed to explain everythin’ in a way that made everythin’ good. And,” he adds, feeling his ears heat up, “there are worse people to be stuck in a fake relationship with.”

You stare at him for a long moment. “I meant what I said, you know. Somehow, in the short time I’ve known you, you’ve endeared yourself to me. You deserve to be treated well by those around you.” You scratch your neck, looking away from him. “This may sound kind of crazy, but Mammon, I like you a lot. If you’re willing, I’d love to give actually going out a try. But,” you hasten to add on, “no pressure! Tonight was a lot so I can understand if you don’t want the craziness that surrounds me!”

Mammon’s stunned. He’d noticed the way you fit so well with one another, how incredibly in sync you both were, but he’d been so busy thinking about their plan that he hadn’t stopped to consider why. He’s realizing he’d felt it since your first meeting- a weird, magnetic pull between the two of you. Something just drew him in.

“I wouldn’t mind that,” he says slowly. “I like you too, and honestly, tonight was the most fun I’ve had in a while. I can see us, you know, goin’ on dates and stuff. Plus, life gets kind of boring down here. For some reason, I think that would change if I were to spend more time with you.”

“Really? I’m so glad.” Your grin threatens to split your face and Mammon is relieved to see that now-familiar mischief in it, dancing in your eyes once more.

“Hey, feel free not to answer this,” Mammon repeats the words from his first meeting with you, “but why put that ad up in the first place? Isn’t there someone you could be celebrating with instead?”

You laugh, small, gasping sounds that sound a little painful. Maybe your adrenaline is crashing like his is. “The truth?” you ask, and he nods. “I didn’t have the luxury of a family that lived as long as I have. When becoming a sorcerer, how my body was affected by time changed. I’ve been classmates with Solomon, so as you can guess, I’ve been around a long time.”

Mammon feels a little bit horrified. “I’m so sorry.”

“Don’t be,” you say genuinely. “I’ve long grown used to it. But it doesn’t make spending the holidays alone much more fun. And like I said, I really don’t want to intrude on any of my friend’s celebrations. I know they’d love to have me, but something inside just won’t let me attend. I know it sounds sad,” you say, “but now I’ve met you, haven’t I?”

“That’s true,” Mammon allows. “Well, it sounds like you’ll be around here for a while longer, so let me tell you now: you’re always welcome to celebrate with me.”

��Thank you,” you say, catching his hand. Yours is now familiar in his, so he doesn’t hesitate to grip it gently, running a thumb over your knuckles. You carefully move closer to him until you’re a breath away.

“Can I kiss you?” Mammon asks, and you move even closer, other hand finding a home on his shoulder. As far as first kisses go it’s not that spectacular, but your lips are soft. There are no fireworks and the ground doesn’t shake, but Mammon thinks it’s perfect.

You’d argue that the second one was better.

“Shall we get back to the party?” you eventually ask, brushing his hair back like you’d done outside the House of Lamentation. To think, it was only earlier that day when it felt like forever ago! “I think I still have some making up to do.”

Mammon nods, pulling open the door, holding it for you. The two of you retrace your earlier steps and rejoin the party as seamlessly as you can. You make your rounds, individually apologizing, and Mammon watches from afar. Your genuine remorse softens even Belphegor, who grudgingly apologizes for his own behavior as well.

“MC always does the unexpected,” Solomon says, sidling up to him. Mammon starts, turning to face the sorcerer. “Although I hadn’t expected to two of you to actually…”

“Shaddup,” Mammon says, though there’s no real heat behind his words. He’ll never admit it, but he’s actually a little glad Solomon was there tonight, though he was aware that if Solomon had decided to reveal them, things could have been much worse.

“Hey, I’m serious!” Solomon watches Luke shyly accept one of the dessert pastries you hold out to him. “MC’s always been an interesting figure in my life. Not my friend, exactly, but I’m glad the two of you are happy, even if it is together.”

“You never know when to quit, do you,” Mammon says, and Solomon only laughs before taking his leave, drawn to Asmodeus like a moth to a flame. Or perhaps it’s the other way around, Mammon thinks, watching his brother smile with genuine warmth for once, wrapping him up in a disgustingly clingy hold.

Mammon watches you for a bit longer before you turn to him, face open and happy. He likes that you look that way. Likes that he and his family and friends made you look that way. He can’t stop his own reflecting smile back and that seems to satisfy you.

“MC is very interesting.” Lucifer’s found his way to Mammon’s side, taking Solomon’s place. “I’m not sure how I feel about it all, but please know I was serious earlier when I apologized. I know there’s more that you and MC aren’t telling us, but I’m willing to let sleeping dogs lie.”

“Thank you,” Mammon says, throat dry.

“I’m glad you’ve found someone that was willing to support you like that, even if I don’t agree with the method.”

You throw your head back, laughing loudly enough that it carries across the room to the two of them. Diavolo, who is presumably the cause of it, laughs too.

“Thank you for not making MC leave,” Mammon says, and jumps a little when he feels Lucifer’s gloved fingers on his arm.

“Of course.” Lucifer’s light touch grows stronger when Mammon doesn’t shake him off. “One action to right some of the wrongs I’ve committed. I know there’s a lot I have to make up for, but-”

“No,” Mammon says, “this is enough. Really. Just you acknowledging it and saying you’ll try better. And I will too. Some of your criticisms are valid, you know.”

“Will it ruin the moment if I say I know?” Lucifer asks, and Mammon snorts.

“Yeah, I’d say so.”

“Then I won’t,” Lucifer decides. “I love you, Mammon.”

Mammon blinks rapidly. “You’re going to make me cry at a party, jackass. But, I love you too.”

Barbatos stands at Diavolo’s shoulder watching him watch you.

“I’m glad we decided upon this reality, my lord,” he says, and Diavolo nods.

“As am I. MC sure is an interesting little human. I’m interested in seeing how this changes things within the Avatars’ family as well as within the Devildom. If the future remains the same as you’ve seen, things will be quite shaken up around here.”

They will, my lord,” Barbatos agrees. He can’t help but feel an odd fondness for you. Nothing overtly familiar or soft, but watching your past and seeing the determination you’ve thrown yourself at your tasks with, the single-minded goodness that seemed to permeate every action you took… it was quite refreshing.

“Barbatos,” Diavolo says suddenly, and Barbotos turns to see Diavlo looking at him, and not the couple across the room.

“Yes, my lord?”

“Do you think we have room for another human in the exchange program?”

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minteyeddevil · 3 years

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Toni I am such a sucker for silly shoujo manga tropes. Today I had the idea of the traditional shoujo manga trope "the MC usually dresses super casually and doesn't take much care of their appearance and one day they have to get dressed up and OH NO THEY'RE HELLA HOT" (pre-relationship) for the obey me bros + dateables (or just Diavolo if you don't have time/desire, he's my fave!)

Btw every time you post a picture of Nito I have this intense urge to ruffle their hair.

Hope you're doing fantastic~

🌸 anon

(*screams in no fashion sense* I tried really hard on picking nice formal wear for the MC ;v; though I am annoyed, it wouldn't let me post a pic for Solomon, so I will describe what the clothing looks like for his! And please feel free to ruffle Nito's hair as much as you like lolol xD)

Note on the clothing: They are meant to be androgynous/non binary, despite how they are presented. I fully believe clothing is literally just that; fabric that covers your body!

Lucifer:

Considering he always would see MC just in their casual wear or in their RAD uniform, he didn't expect them to dress up too much for the outing he had planned with his brothers

They were going to Ristorante Six, a place that usually one would dress rather formally, but he didn't make it a point to emphasize that fact

Though when he saw them, he did a physical double check, his eyes genuinely widening a bit when he took them in

Their hair was fixed nicely instead of the usual bed head they would keep, clothes no where near what he was used to

And they looked absolutely stunning

His mouth went dry when they walked up to him and asked how they looked; he fought within himself to shower them with compliments and gave a small, "You look nice, MC."

You look nice? That's all? For the Avatar of Pride to have words fail him as such was quite a blow to his ego; but he made it a point to show MC his full attention for the rest of the night

Mammon:

He tapped his foot in exasperation, looking at his wrist watch a few times before giving an annoyed sigh

What's was taking MC so long? They were going to be late to the get together with his friends at the Fall!

He wasn't used to them caring so much about how they looked; they would usually just throw on a hoodie and jeans, ready to go right away

That's pretty much what he was expecting; maybe they were just talking their time picking out a fancy hoodie they had or something, he figured on a shrug

But when the finally announced they were ready and stepped out of their room, his jaw dropped at the sight of them

Their golden clothes sparkled as they walked towards him, a smile gracing their features as they looked so neat and proper; they claimed they wanted to look good for his friends and not embarrass him with their usual baggy clothes

He had to stifle a growl as he gripped their hand tightly, walking with their arms linked, his hold almost possessive now

"With how you look, I'll have to keep my friends off ya with a stick. Better stay by my side so, ya know, no one messes with ya."

Leviathan:

He was bouncing around with excitement about the meet-up with his idol taking place today!

It was a semi-formal event, everyone required to dress up nicely in order to meet her, so he put on a decent suit, black and purple his colors

He had invited MC to join him, and told them they needed to dress nicely so they wouldn't embarrass him in front of his idol

They always dressed down so much and wore such baggy clothes, he was worried they would come off offensive

With a huff and roll of their eyes, MC went to their room to get dressed, and came back in a stunning number that made Levi freeze in his spot

Their style was on par with his idol, if not far more enticing, and he bit his tongue as a flush spread in his cheeks

They smirked seeing the look on his face, asking if what they were wearing was nice enough to impress his idol or not

He stuttered out an apology for his previous statement, and said they actually looked way better than his idol; though that part was more in a whisper than outloud

Satan:

As MC's tutor, he had promised to take them out to a nice dinner if they managed to ace their test that they had been studying over for weeks

When they proudly showed him their test with an A+ on it, he simply chuckled and told them to try and dress nicely, since he was taking them to Ristorante Six

He figured they would wear a baggy shirt and jeans, something he knew they always believed to be 'formal' considering their casual nature

But instead they showed up in a wonderful ensemble, and he had to blink a few times to register that he was looking at the usually casual MC

He found himself glancing and staring at them a lot through out the night, even becoming tongue-tied when he tried to speak to them like he normally would

He felt the flush rise in his cheeks when they would smile and laugh with him

Oh no, oh no, oh no, he was falling so hard

Asmodeus:

He invited MC to a photoshoot he was doing for Majolish, taking the excuse as a way to try and get them to dress up a bit

He would tease them (lovingly) about the clothing they wore, always baggy and messy; something they would call 'comfortable' despite the slight eye roll he would give when they laughed

He was getting his make up done when MC stepped out of the dressing room, and he gasped loudly, taking them in

They looked absolutely amazing, so stylish and fashionable, as if they had just walked off the cover a magazine

He begged them to let him take pictures of them in their ensemble, and made sure to get copies of the pictures from the shoot to take home with him

Once he saw MC in something so amazing, he was determined to get them to wear clothing like that more often

(And also as an excuse for them to spend far more time with him at that)

Beelzebub:

Beel really isn't one for formal dress either, used to wearing his tank tops and gym shorts often aside from his casual wear

When Lucifer announced they would be having dinner at Diavolo's castle, he knew he would have to dress up and was informed to let MC know they needed to dress up as well

He felt confined in the suit Asmo had picked out for him as he sat on MC's bed waiting for them to come out of their bathroom, constantly adjust the sleeves

But his attention drifted from his uncomfiness to staring slack-jawed at MC

The clothing they wore complimented them so well, and he found himself staring do much that MC asked if everything was okay

Ever the blunt demon, he said they looked absolutely amazing, and that they should dress up more often, making them fluster at his words

He smiled warmly and took their hand, holding it tightly as they walked up to meet with his brothers to head to the castle

Belphegor:

A formal celebration was being held at RAD, and Belphie begrudgingly dressed up in a blue and grey suit, shifting the collar uncomfortably as he waited outside MC's door

He was curious to see what they would pick to wear, snickering to himself that they would probably get a lecture from Lucifer for dressing down too much

So when they stepped out of their room, he was ready to start teasing them relentlessly, only for the words to die on his tongue

The ensemble they wore was nice and stylish, matching their aesthetic to a T; he found himself only able to mumble out a simple "ugh" as he stared at them

They smirked this time, and flicked his forehead to snap him out of his daze, asking him if the cat got his tongue

His own smirk returned and he called them a giant dork for actually dressing nice; though his hand stayed gripping theirs through the rest of the night

Diavolo:

He had invited the demon brothers and MC, plus the other transfer students to a ballroom dance at the castle

Of course he informed everyone to dress up for the event, though he found himself wondering what MC would wear

He was used to seeing them in their uniform more than anything, the jacket always unbuttoned and tie done up loosely; he was curious if they would look just disheveled as they did at school

When they walked in behind the brothers, however, he stopped in his tracks and stared at them

They looked elegant, carrying themselves highly and proudly instead of their usual laid back attitude; he couldn't help but find this side of them extremely attractive...

When they finally came up to say 'hello' to him, he refused to let them leave his side, hogging their dances and showering then with compliments the entire time

Barbatos:

Lord Diavolo had invited the brothers and MC to have dinner at Ristorante Six, a celebration for a successful festival at RAD

Ever the loyal butler, he informed them all to dress formally per Diavolo's request, a teasing emphasis at MC who always dressed down for everything

They huffed at him as he chuckled a bit, but nevertheless agreed to wear something 'nice'

When the night came for them to meet at the restaurant, Barbatos and Diavolo had arrived before everyone, reserving the space for them all the sit

They openly greet d them all when they showed up, though Barbatos found his stunned by how MC looked

He had to admit they had quite the charm to them with how they dressed, and something about their smile at him made his heart do backflips for some reason

He found himself taking glance after glance at them through out the night, though when their eyes locked with his, he almost fainted

Oh what had he gotten himself into...

Simeon:

The students of Purgatory Hall were going out for dinner together, and Simeon found it would be nice to invite MC, since they all were becoming fast friends

They asked if they needed to dress up, and he of course said it was up to them, since he was used to them dressing casually and relaxed

He didn't want to make them feel obligated or anything; their company was more than enough

Though when they showed up to join them, he had to look away for a moment, a hand pressed to his mouth as he willed the flush away from his cheeks

They were stunning in their ensemble, looking so different than what he was used to that he had to keep his eyes from them until he could get his heart to calm down

When they asked if he was alright, he mumbled out an 'I'm fine', trying to make himself get involved in the conversation and distract himself from day dreaming about them

Solomon:

(Tumblr wouldn't let me include a picture for him which annoys me! But it was a red button up shirt with black slacks and black suspenders, leader boots and a wide brimmed black hat.)

He and Asmo had made plans to get dressed up and go to the Fall, inviting MC along since they hadn't been out much

He teased them relentlessly about actually dressing up for the outing, instead of hiding in their hoodie like they always were

They simply sassed him back, saying they would knock his socks off and he just rolled his eyes, "Yeah, sure, MC."

Though when the time came for them to head out, he was waiting with Asmo in the foyer, and a whistle left him when he saw MC walking towards them

Their stride was confident and a smirk on their face as they walked up, hands on their hips as they stood in front of the two of them

"Like what you see?" they teased, and Solomon's usual smirk crept back on his lips as he took their hand

"I kinda do. Might have to keep you to myself while we're there," he whispered to them, making Asmo giggle at the sight

#obey me #shall we date obey me #lucifer #mammon #leviathan #satan #asmodeus #beelzebub #belphegor #diavolo #barbatos #simeon #solomon #request #headcanon #🌸 anon #gn!mc

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seryueeeee · 3 years

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Hi! I love your account aesthetic and I hope you grow more on here and Wattpad! May I please request the Obey Me brothers comforting a GN or Fem! MC that is extremely stressed. School has been a pain in the butt for me… thank you!

Obey me with a stressed Fem!Reader

A/N;; — TYSMMM! AAAAA DNSJDJ I today's my bday(Happy bday to me (｡•̀ᴗ-)✧)ANYWHOO TYSMMM FOR THE REQUEST (ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*.✧ hope you're doing well with school!!

Lucifer;

Lucifer saw you sighing(a very heavy one).

I headcannon Lucifer as someone who will check up on you every night to see whether you're asleep or not.

you may not notice him eyeing on you in a distance and secretly checking up on you.

you were acting vv strange and barely out of your room.

one night, he saw you like having a mental breakdown

(Lucifer got Mommy instincts hehe-) so he sat by your side asking you "what's bothering you" or "did something happened"

so you explained to him what happened and what caused you such distress. he felt sad because you never asked for a helping hand.

he'll cradle you on his lap, giving you smooches on your cheeks and littering your neck with kisses

he'll trace circles on your back while patting your head, as he silently watch you weep until you're asleep.

in the morning you'll wake up with a tea on your bed stand with a letter embedded with cursive writings and a flower to top it off.

let's just you were as red as tomato ;))

Mammon;

it was another stressing night making you sigh heavily due to exhaustion.

mammon who was by your side noticed how stressed and worked up you are.

will pursued you to go take some rest.

will massage your shoulders or every part of your body that hurts.

(peppers your whole neck and face with kisses)

get your heart ready because he'll say cute things

will gladly be your servant for a while.

oh? you're hungry? will try his best to cook(pls praise him because he did his best :(((

you're tired??? he'll do the work and let's you take a rest.

he's a sweetheart but he'll never admit becauseeeee he's the great mammon :oo

Leviathan;

He's that one person who will stop his gaming just to check up on you.

just like Lucifer, he'll check up on you even though he doesn't like going out of his room.

he heard you crying and he stood up; hurriedly went to your room and neglected his games(that can wait, his waifu's having a mental breakdown)

he'll wrap your small/big frame and give you reassurance.

he'll pursue himself to stop being shy and kiss you on your forehead or cheeks.

he loves you vv much, but why must you suffer from these paperworks.

will always check up on you(he'll probably set a reminder to check up on you NFJSJFJSJF BYE WHY AM I SMILING THIS IS SO CUTE)

Satan;

(satan my beloved happy late bday bb)

he loves you. very much, but why are you doing this to yourself?? 🤨

LIKE CMON STOP DOING THE PAPERWORKS FOR A LITTLE AND TAKE A BREAK

will insist you to stop and if you won't he'll just drag you away from your working table

"Y/N I love you and all, but please take good care of yourself"

oMG HUBBY MATERIAL *CHEFS KISS* WILL COOK FOR YOU AND CLEAN FOR YOU

giving me very 'yes I do the cooking, yes I do the cleaning'

once you're fast asleep in your bed, he'll lay down beside you and accompany you.

have a nice sleep sleep Y/N v-v

Asmodeus;

will complain that,, "IT'S BAD FOR YOUR SKIN" or "YOU'RE TIRED, PLEASE GO TO SLEEP SWEETYCAKES"

Asmo, I love you, please stop screaming.

like his other brothers, he'll check up on you.

and if you're having a mental breakdown or maybe on the brink of crying your eyeballs out hE WILL COMFORT YOU

"Let it out Y/N, that's right my baby girl, let it out"

will set aside the damned paperworks who keeps you busy and holed up in your room.

Beelzebub;

Beel noticed that you were struggling over school works

and also he noticed how you barely eat and always locked up in your room.

will never touch your food and will wait for you to come out of your room because he cares for you :"))

will wait for you even if his food gets cold.

if you're not then he'll microwave your food first then head over to your room.

he entered and saw you're frame, on the bed, silently crying.

his heart broke into million pieces.

he puts your food on your work table and lays down besides you.

"Y/N you haven't eat, it's bad for you to skip meals." while he plays with your hair; your face buried to his chest as you cry.

after the mental breakdown and such, he will eat with you because "food doesn't taste good without your special someone with you"

HELP HE'S SP SWEETBEJDJFJWI

Belphegor;

he usually goes to your room to sleep because he feels comfy with your presence beside him.

you were stressed out because of schoolworks and such.

he's worried about you but will never admit to it.

sits besides you and comfort you while you just sigh heavily, relaxing your body to his.

and next thing he knew, you were fast asleep.

he'll pick you up bridal style and gently lays you down(he doesn't want to ruin your sleep).

will stroke your hair, snuggling your warm body

amimir Y/N, have a good sleep :333

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

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asmo-ds · 3 years

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Happy new year!! Could i request mc running up to everyone to give them a surprise hug? I hope you have a wonderful day 😊

React to Surprise Hugs From MC!

Warnings: cuteness overload

Summary: How the Obey Me! characters would react to receiving a big surprise hug from MC

a/n: I LOVE SURPRISE HUGS SM THIS REQUEST MADE ME SO SOFT JDFHJKSLFLHDLK also omg this request came in a month ago I’m so sorry it took so long i really hope the quality makes up for lost time

- Lucifer isn’t exactly big on surprises since he is always so focused on business and follows strict schedules

- So when a body slams into his full force and wraps their arms around him he is shocked and stiff

- He scolds MC the first time it happens but on the inside he has zero thoughts. Like they all disappeared the second MC embraced him

- He begins to acknowledge their scent approaching him at quick rates and braces himself for the impact so he doesn’t drop any paperwork or get knocked over

- Every time they hug him he is stiff for the first few moments before he melts into the embrace with a content sigh and a slight upward tug at the corner of his lips (why didn’t i just write smile? idk i don't wanna talk about it)

- will occasionally give them a surprise hug as well

- when MC came running up from behind him and slammed into his back, wrapping their arms around his torso he was stunned for a moment, stuttering out gibberish and blushing

- “o-OI WHADDYA THINK YER DOIN’ HUMAN?!”

- his face is bright red and he acts like he doesn’t like it

- But the second MC tries pulling away so he’ll stop complaining he will turn around his wrap his arms around them tightly, resting his chin on their head to avoid eye contact

- “the g-GREAT Mammon never said he wouldn’t indulge ya, so... stay a little longer, yea?” he quietly spoke in a fragile voice

- He was so focused on his game that he had absolutely no clue MC was even in the room with him

- He was sitting on the floor holding his controller, but it was quickly knocked out of his hand by the force of MC slamming into him

- “M-MC?!” he stuttered out face bright red and his hands trembling with nerves and excitement

- MC tightened their grip around the purple haired navy general’s torso and hummed, nuzzling their face into his shoulder

- He won’t admit it but he doesn’t want them to stop, even if the embarrassment of having the human all over him kills him

- After he gets a bit more comfortable with MC

- He was browsing the RAD library, and MC spotted his back open for attack, so MC being MC they ran and tackled him from behind in a big hug, arms thrown over his shoulders, and the tips of their toes barely touching the ground

- At first he was annoyed, thinking some random succubi had chosen to throw themselves at him

- But the second he realizes it’s MC a soft smile comes to his face and he pushes them off gently to spin them around and hug them from the front

- “What is this all about, Kitten?” he asks, holding MC tightly to his chest

- When they respond telling him they just felt like giving him a surprise hug he blushes and hides his face in their hair, leaving a small kiss on their head before turning back to the books on the shelves

- Notices MC starts to give him a lot of surprise hugs when he is angry and it becomes one of the only ways he can calm down

- Asmodeus definitely gave a lot of surprise hugs beforehand, so it wasn’t anything new for them to embrace

- But for MC to come sprinting at him and leaping into his arms the second he turns to see who was running down the hallway makes his heart burst

- He is just so happy

- He will refuse to let go of them after and simply picks them up, wrapping their legs around his waist and carries them around with him while he does whatever he was doing

- Either that OR he will pinch their cheeks between his slender fingers in a teasing manner, smirking while cracking jokes about how they couldn’t help throwing themselves at the beautiful Asmodeus

- very soft and enjoys the embrace no matter how long or short it is, he just loves MC

- He was at the stove, cooking a midnight meal for himself when he suddenly felt a smaller body throw their arms over his shoulders and crashing into his tones back

- He turned his head slightly to the side and saw MC dangling off of him with their arms around his shoulders and their feet not even touching the floor at this point

- He blushes and smiles and asks them what’s up, trying to make friendly conversation

- Will also help their legs up so they can just chill out on his back like a koala while he eats

- He also will give them surprise hugs, but he is also very careful when doing so because he knows how big and strong he is and how easily he could hurt the poor human :(

- He was half asleep, dragging his tired body across the house to go eat dinner with his brothers and MC, when a body suddenly threw itself at him, knocking both of them to the floor

- He groaned and was a bit annoyed by MC’s behavior, but when he saw their little smile while they giggled at the situation, he simply rolled over and pulls them closer

- Insisted they just sleep then and there because MC was so warm and soft, he never wanted to let them go

- Beel literally had to pry his arms off of MC so they wouldn’t starve to death by missing dinner

- If MC is ever standing in front of a soft surface they better be ready to be tackled down by him from now on

- MC came sprinting to his office after classes were over and they threw themselves at him as he sat in his chair.

- Both MC, Diavolo, and the chair nearly broke but Diavolo was happy that MC was being so affectionate

- He will laugh at the mess they made from their surprise attack and insists they surprise him like this everyday after classes (even though it wouldn’t really be a surprise anymore)

- So from then on he always keeps a close ear for the final school bell to ring , and when it does he stands up , ready to catch the human in a tight hug

- Sometimes if he’s super focused he forgets to get up and MC and him break the chair, which poor Barbatos now has a closet full of identical chairs just for these occasions

- You can’t catch this man by surprise. you just. can’t.

- He will always turn to catch MC before they actually come in contact with him

- His instincts and sense of balance are so good that one time MC tested him by throwing themselves at him while he was serving tea to Diavolo, and the butler managed to not even move the tray of hot drinks when catching the human

- Find’s MC’s goofy smile that they give him afterwards very adorable and it is one of the only times you will ever see him blushing

- He is so soft for “surprise” hugs and occasionally he will pretend to be surprised, just to humor them

I’m sorry I had a crack idea so I had to write it so it isn’t as fluffy as the others

- All he heard was someone sprinting at him and he lowkey panicked so he put up a magic barrier between him in the footsteps

- He turned just in time to watch his fellow exchange student crash into said barrier and fall to the floor with a pained whimper

- he is stunned for half a second before taking down the barrier and sprinting to MC’s side

- He feels really guilty but is also a little sh*t about it

- MC: “WHY DID YOU DO THAT, YOU STUPID WIZARD?!”

- Solomon: “I FELT THREATENED, OKAY?!”

- Is pleasantly surprised when the human suddenly throws themselves in his arms

- Hugs them back tightly with a big smile and red cheeks

- He feels glad that MC feels safe and comfortable with him enough to do this to him

- He loves hugs so much i hc he is the best hugger in the entire game i don’t take criticism

- He will even swing them around a bit/do a little twirl when catching them for fun

- baby is embarrassed

- MC is huggign him like he is a puppy and he hates it at first

- but then he is like “oh,,, this is,,, n i c e”

- a v happy and good angel baby boy

- he hugged back after a few moments

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dovesnroses · 3 years

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A Quickie

For: @otromeru

Rating: Explicit

a/n: Hello! I know I haven't posted anything original in what feels like YEARS, but saying the last several months have been wild is an understatement. This is a request/dedication to @otromeru who is an AMAZING artist and one of my fave Obey Me! Fanart blogs. I love Neru, and I love her and Mammon's relationship. I hope you all enjoy it!!!

Warning: SMUT, oral f! receiving, mild voyeurism, Lucifer being a dick

Neru’s pissed.

All day today, she’s been putting out fires. Literal fires.

She doesn’t know who gave Beel and Satan the idea to try to improve Solomon’s recipes, but she’ll kill them when she does. Scooping the last of the ash into the bin, she sighs. It feels like all of Devildom is conspiring against her. Every day since starting her relationship with Mammon, there had been things to do: meetings to attend, punishments to endure, magic to learn. And even worse, the other six brothers had made it their mission to be the most giant cock blocks.

Even today, Neru and Mammon had been on her bed making out. His hand on her panties was teasing her just slightly. They hadn’t had sex in a week, and they needed this - she needed this.

But then her cell phone buzzed to life, and it was Beel asking for help to put out the large grease fire that had started downstairs. She would have ignored it if it hadn’t been Lucifer calling Mammon, demanding he come by his office this instant.

After that, she didn’t see Mammon the rest of the day. Lucifer had to have finished yelling at him by now. And there was still some time before she had to help with dinner; maybe she could find him and finish what they had started.

When she can’t find him in any of the usual places, she walks to his room. When he doesn’t answer her knocks, she assumes he’s not there. And since the door is open, she lets herself in just to be safe.

Mammon doesn’t notice that she’s there. His headphones are in; volume turned up so loud she can hear the bass. His hand is running down his exposed stomach, and the other hand is pumping his cock in quick hurried motions.

Neru’s frozen, watching her boyfriend pleasure himself. Her center begins to throb, and her mouth waters. She doesn’t even consider that he decided to start without her. Mammon tilts his head back against the pillows, his face and neck flushed deep with arousal. She feels herself getting wet. But she doesn’t want him to stop. Her hand reaches down, and she gasps when she finds herself already soaked through.

And that’s when he catches her.

“Babe, what the fuck?!”

Mammon scrambles out of bed to pull his pants up. Neru jumps and turns away.

“Mammon, I’m so sorry!” She squeaks. He’s going to think she’s a voyeur, and do demons even care about kinks? How was she going to -

“Babe, I didn’t even realize you were here,” Mammon murmurs, his arms circling her waist, “sorry you uh...saw that.”

Neru turns in his arms and sees he’s embarrassed. She feels terrible, but it was so fucking hot to watch. “What were you thinking about?” she whispers, looking up at him slowly. Mammon grips her tighter and breaks their gaze. She pushes herself up against Mammon and feels him straighten, “Mammon, tell me.”

He doesn’t look back at her when he replies, “You...”

And though she knows that’s what it could have been, hearing him say that sends a roaring flame straight to her core. He looks back at her noticing her breath is heavy. Neru’s eyes are dark, and her cheeks are flushed. Mammon smirks as he leans to whisper into her ear, “Do you want to hear more?”Neru shivers and nods, breathing out a yes. Mammon’s hands travel lower till he can grab her ass gently kneading.

“Mammon,” she sighs, “need you.” And she kisses him hard. Mammon keeps his hands on her and pulls her to the bed. She’s on top of him, kissing him, and he moans just enough for her to swipe his tongue with her own. It’s a messy make-out session, a necessity to make up for the lost time. Her hands skate down his front till she gets to his jeans, and she pulls him out. He’s still hard, and Neru moans because she is finally going to get what she’s wanted all day.

Mammon’s phone begins to blast that wretched pop song Asmo set as a prank. He’d yet to figure out how to change it, and it’s an even worse reminder that they’re not alone. She jumps back from him, and he pulls to look at it. Lucifer lights up in bright letters. Mammon groans, and a Neru panics. He’s going to have to answer it. He’s going to have to leave. And she’d be stuck again, wet and needy.

That is not happening again.

Neru rips the phone from his grip and tosses it to the edge of the bed, out of reach. She’s pressing kisses along Mammon’s neck, pulling the edge of his v neck down to nibble along his collarbone.

“N-Neru!” Mammon watches her, pupils blown wide: a dark violet. He tries to sit up, but Neru plants a hand on his chest, straddling him. Mammon watches as she reaches down under her skirt to slide fingers down her slit. A small sigh escapes her, and Mammon’s cock throbs. This is what he had been thinking about: watching her touch herself in slow, methodical movements. Taking all the time that they could never seem to get. It’s hypnotic. Neru bunches her skirt over her thighs, revealing pale yellow panties slick with want, and his breath catches. Mammon wants to taste her, no, devour her.

The cell phone screams to life again. Mammon throws his head back into the pillows. “Fucking shit! What do they fucking want-“a guttural moan cuts him off as Nehru grinds down on his length. He’s already so far gone, the friction of her panties the best distraction from his useless brothers.

“Mamm-on,” Neru whimpers, grinding down again, “Need you now.” She fingers her panties and pulls them to the side, revealing her mound pink and we. Mammon can’t keep his eyes off it. She can’t hide the feral hunger as she sinks, already perfect for him. Neru keens at the stretch of his cock inside her. In any normal situation, she’d keep still, get used to his girth inside her. But the demands of the day had frustrated her, and absence does make the heart grow fonder. Once her hips are flush against his, Neru begins a steady, rocking pace.

Mammon’s eyes roll back as he’s enveloped in the warmth of her Fuck baby just like that. Pussy so good. He knows he’s speaking praises and expletives, but even his voice feels a distance away from the feeling of velvet walls. He can hear Neru whimpering her praises. Head rolled forward, cheeks flushed red. God damn, she was beautiful.

“Neru,” he feels her flutter around his cock at her name, “Neru, baby,” She moans again, pacing faster onto him. Mammon growls and reaches to catch her hips. “Ya gotta stop, baby,’ he chuckles, “it’s too good.”

She doesn’t stop.

Neru bounces up and down her thighs, burning lost in the churning of her pleasure. Watching the way Mammon’s eyes roll back and relishing in the way he grips her hip: nails digging into her flesh.

“Fuck - Neru,” Mammon is pleading a mess. She can feel him tense under her. He wouldn’t last much longer. Neru catches his eyes and smiles.

“Let go, Mammon,” she whimpers, and that’s all it takes for him to release and release and release into her. He shudders and gasps, and Neru feels herself fluttering around him, clenching tighter as she milks him.

He finally has the wear with all to hold her still. He groans with a twitch and then breaths a heavy sigh.

“Fucking shit, woman,” he curses, holding them still, “that was -,” he huffs, “wow.”

Neru smiles at him, eyes still glassy with lust. Mammon’s entranced by the flush that starts at her cheeks and disappears down her neck into her shirt. He gains enough strength to push her off with a whimper, gently maneuvering her to the bed. He crawls over and litters kisses across her forehead, cheeks, and nose. Never in his eternity of living did he think something so beautiful could be his. Her giggles lit his heart aglow. And maybe it was that after sex rush of emotion, or perhaps it was because it had been too damn long.

“I love you,” he whispers.

A different heat blooms within her, and Neru smiles softly, reaching to caress his warm cheek, “I love you too,” she’s said it a thousand times, but he can’t get used to the gentle declaration. His face heats up in embarrassment, and he hides it under the guise of kissing her chest and stomach.

“Fuck!” He grumbles, “you’re just so fucking - Fuck I -“

Neru giggles, ready to tease him, but then she hears the distinct rip of her panties.

“Mammon-!” Mammon shoves her knees up to her chest, and she squeaks. He positions himself in front of her center and meets her eyes, cheeks still flushed.

“You’re just so fucking cute,” and he steals her response by licking a stripe up her center. Neru clamps a hand over her mouth, muffling her gasps. Mammon moans in satisfaction, tasting his release mixed with her juices. His tongue scoops himself out of her; he can’t get enough. Neru’s thighs are already tense and shaking in his hands. He glances up through long eyelashes to find her watching him. Hand still over mouth, face beet red, chest rising up and down faster now that she catches his gaze. Mammon hums around her and flattens his tongue against her clit. Neru arches her back, a high-pitched moan escaping her lips.

He smirks and continues his ministrations, eyes closing in fervor. He would devour Neru like this forever if he could. She was too sweet for anyone else but him. He was her first, and he’d be her last. Neru’s pants were becoming louder like she did when she was close. Mammon didn’t want to stop. Didn’t care if she was going to be over-sensitive. Her pleasure triggered his greed, and he needed -

“Mammon!” the pounding on his door breaks him of his trance. Neru tries to pull away as Lucifer’s voice calls for him again, “Mammon, you have not yet explained this bill from the other day.”

Mammon looks from the door to his girlfriend, who is very clearly ravished and looking very unsatisfied. His grip had weekend against her, and when Neru looked his way, she smiled a sad smile: a, we’ll have to continue this another time, smile.

“No,” Mammon growls, and when Neru continues to move, he grabs her legs again, “I said no.”

She tries to object, but Mammon pulls Neru flush against him, arms wrapping around her thighs and over her stomach. His lips immediately find her clit, and he begins to suck on the bundle of nerves, eyes never leaving hers. At once, she’s back on her climb. Neru tries to push him away, but they both know it’s fruitless. Her face is flushed, the brightest it’s ever been, and he’ll have to ask if maybe she’s got a slight voyeur kink.

Neru’s moans and pants get louder. She’s chanting his name, almost sobbing it. Her stomach tightens, and she doesn’t want to come when Lucifer can probably hear them on the other side of the door. But Mammon’s pushing her to a place she can’t come back from, so far that the logical part of her gets smaller and smaller till all she feels is his lips on her.

With a final suck of her clit, Neru spasms against him. Her mouth opens in a silent cry, eyes rolling back. He works her through her orgasm as she finds her voice. Hiccuping his name until finally weakly pushes at his head, signaling no more. Mammon gives her one final tender kiss before pulling away. He can feel her on his lips and chin, and he so wished he could go back and savor more.

“Now that that’s over,” Lucifer calls irritation thick in his voice, “I still need to speak to you, Mammon.”

“Conjugal visit is over Mammon!” Asmo’s voice calls sweetly, “but thanks for the show.”

Mammon throws a pillow at the door, shouting, shut up! He looks at Neru, who is very clearly embarrassed, but she can’t help a giggle that turns into a burst of laughter. He glares at her and tries to duck back down to her, but she holds him back.

“Down boy,” she teases, still breathless, “we’ve still got work to do.” Mammon licks his lips and climbs over to kiss her deeply.

“Fine,” he grumbles. He kisses her again, nipping her lip lightly, “but maybe we should consider getting a place for ourselves.”

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bombyxluna · 4 years

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I have a question, " What would happen if the Obey Me brothers + Undatables found out their GN!M/c was scarred physically by a former partner or parents. Examples| Oil burns from pan on face, scratch marks on arms or back, whip marks on the thighs and calves, a clipped ear + a scarred lip, ect ect. I know this is dark, unless~

CW: mentions of past abuse

GN!MC

The brothers + undatables react to: a scarred MC

Mammon

At first, he thought your scars were resultant of childhood endeavors or maybe drunk decisions - normal stuff that everyone has. Once he finds out the true reason of why they’re there in the first place, he is quiet, quieter than you’ve ever seen him. His hands tremble, fists clenching. He is angry, but not at you. He’s angry at the people who hurt you, and that he couldn’t do anything to protect you from them. With you in his arms, he promises - and rest assured, he means it - that nothing bad will ever come your way again. And if he slips away from you as you sleep to pay a visit to the human realm and leave a message of his own to whoever hurt you, it’s no one’s business.

Belphegor

Having his own battle scars and being no stranger to the pain that comes from them, he already had figured out where you’ve gotten the marks all over your body. He’d waited for the day you’d be comfortable enough to talk to him about it, and when you did open up, he listened. He held your hands as you spoke, held you close when tears stained your cheeks. When you fell quiet, he respected it, providing silent support and company. He is thankful that his mistakes haven’t left any scars on you, he doesn’t think he could forgive himself if they had. He burns in rage over what happened to you, but he stays with you instead of acting on it - he’s been working on his emotions, and just being together is already enough for the both of you.

Levi

He is furious. As soon as you tell him about where your scars came from, he loses it. How dare anyone touch you in such a vile way. He feels awful - ready to end whoever thought they had the right to hurt you. But first, he spends the day by your side, quiet support with stuttered words and whispered reassurance. He is warm by your side, holding you as tight as he can, wrapping his tail around you to keep you as close as possible. He is angry, seething, but not at you. With you he is lovable, as caring as ever, a helping hand for all your needs.

Asmodeus

He isn’t pushy about the subject of your scars. He is always lovable with you, always praising your body, your heart, your personality. He loves you to no end, you’re perfect in his eyes, no matter what. When you tell him about them, he is sorrowful - not that they’re there, but that they’ve even happened in the first place. He wishes nothing more than to destroy anyone who’s ever laid a hand on his beloved, and he might act on it, even, if you give him the okay. You’re unsure, so for now he holds you, fills you with love and kisses, and cherishes the bond you share even further.

Beelzebub

Because of how protective he is with you, you’re a little worried about how he’ll react once you tell him about the scars. There are hints of tears on his eyes when you’re done talking, and he hugs you tighter than he’s ever had before. You have to remind him that you need to breathe, and when you part he tells you that as long as he lives, no one will touch you ever again. He is angry but not vengeful, though he’ll never forgive the people who have hurt you, he worries about your well being first and foremost. He stays with you, makes you your favorite food for comfort, and you enjoy a quiet night, basking in all his warmth and care.

Lucifer

He doesn’t mind whether or not you keep quiet about your scars at first. Though curious, he is reserved and respectful about people’s personal histories - having a lot of personal baggage himself. However, when you do open up about it, he simply consoled you, guaranteeing you that you’ll always be safe with him. He is as loving as ever even if you cry - keeping you company and even going as far as drawing you a bath so you can fully relax your mind. And though he normally wouldn’t grace such lowly beings with his presence, this might be the exception.

Satan

As observant as he is, he knew right away what those scars meant. He asks you about them one night when you’re both laying together on his bed. He is open about his questions, just as much as he respects if you don’t want to answer a few of them. It’s a quiet talk. You tell him everything and he waits for the right moments to speak. He doesn’t try to hide his rage over the people who have hurt you - it’d be futile to do so. Though he despises the idea of anybody laying a finger on you and wants nothing more than to rip them apart, he doesn’t want to leave your side - not now, not ever.

Barbatos

He knew about your scars even before you told him. It’s not surprising that he does, but even then he listens to your story. He asks you if you’d wish for him to change the timeline if you’d like for him to try and fix it. He doesn’t mind your decision when you deny him - you don’t want to risk losing this, how close you’ve gotten to all of them in the Devildom, but especially how close the two of you got. His presence is as comforting as always. He suggests that, if he can’t change the past, he would like to reassure that your future is as happy as possible. If you’d let him, he’ll keep trying to make you smile, and always be there for you in times of need.

Solomon

Solomon had seen his fair share of scars in all of his human years. He had a pretty clear idea of where the scars came from, but despite being a little curious about them, he doesn’t do anything. He lays by your side and listens to you talk about them. Of course, he offers the obvious: which one of the 72 demons I have a pact with do you wish to destroy the people who’ve hurt you? Whether or not you take the offer, he doesn’t force you, but he does cuddle you until the both of you fell asleep, his hands around you tighter than ever before.

Simeon

Despite being a firm believer in forgiveness, repenting, and understanding, that doesn’t mean he doesn’t want to destroy whoever hurt you. He accepts your tears and your pain as his own, and he wants nothing more than to be near you and hold you for the rest of the days. Divine wishes be damned, however - the desire to make the people who hurt you pay doesn’t fade, and he will make sure that they have no place in the Celestial Realm.

Diavolo

The prince of the Devildom is no stranger to the sins that roam the earth. He imagines what the scars are even from the time he saw your picture on the possible exchange students’ files. Though that’s certainly not what made you be chosen, he is glad to know that you’re in a safe space now and that his company brings you comfort and joy. He believes in the union of the realms and so revenge is not something he’s seeking at the moment, but that doesn’t mean he can’t make sure that when the people who hurt you find their way to the damned fires of hell, they’ll pay.

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voltagesmutter · 3 years

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Obey Me: Beelzebub - A kinky Secret Santa gift exchange.

Fandom: Obey Me Pairing: Beelzebub x MC (F) Prompt: 4th December - A kinky Secret Santa gift exchange. From @voltage-vixen christmas list. Warning: Sex-toys, Mammon Idiocy. Notes: For my raffle winner 6 @buzzybeebee - Thank you again for entering.

Torn wrapping paper lay in bundles on the floor, empty glasses of demonus sat upon the table whilst the sound of laughter filled the room.

“Oh this one is small!” Asmo’s voice squealed as he picked up the little parcel beneath the tree. Written in gold letters was her name, Asmo turning and holding it out to her, ‘It’s for you!”.

When Lucifer had banned secret santa, Asmo had the ingenious idea of having a secret ‘Adult secret santa’. “It’s not the same as secret santa” he had pouted whenever someone said no, but in the end all of his brothers had come around. Of course Lucifer had found out about it, but was too busy with work to care anymore.

So far Mammon had received gold condoms, the gift from the girl had made him go redder than the red spider stew they had had for lunch. Satan had been given a ‘New position of the Day’ calendar and Leviathan had been given two stress balls in the shape of boobs with a ‘closest ya'll get to the real things’ note attached.

“I’m so excited!” She laughed, tearing away the paper, only for her eyes to widen at what was wrapped inside. All eyes focused on her as they questioned what she had. A tubed plastic lipstick. Only it wasn’t for the lips on her face...

“Tsch! What even is it!” Mammon grabbing the lipstick and waving it about in the air.

“Mammon! Stop it!” Her face burning up as she reached for it. Mammon rolled his eyes as he held it close to his face.

“It’s just a lipstick, what's so wrong with it,” He tutted. “Not very adult compared to the tit squeezers I got for Levi,”.

“I knew they were from you!” Levi threw one at his head from the other side of the circle they were sitting in. Mammon growled, ready to retaliate as the young girl tried hopelessly once more to get back the item.

“Hey! There’s a hole in this, it’s broken! Where’s the colour at,” He swiped the red against his hand, not realising it was plastic. Asmo snickered, snorting as he was unable to hold in his laughter at the situation.

“Mammon, please just-!” She squealed, reaching out but it was too late. Mammon twisted the base and the sound of buzzing filled the air. She was mortified. Mammon’s face went even redder than hers, looking between the vibrating lipstick in his hand then at her before quickly throwing it at her. The toy vibrated in her lap as she turned it off and shoved in her jacket pocket.

The rest of the night ended rather quickly, Beel, Belphegor and Asmo all opening their presents in record time. Mammon not saying a word the rest of the night. It was unclear who had who for the gifts, the group dispersing after the final gifts had been opened. A bag of gummies in the shape of dicks for Beel, a grow your own pair of boobs for Belph and some penis shaped straws for Asmo.

The young girl has wracked her brain over who had gifted her the toy, determined it was Asmo. Mammon could barely look her in the eye with embarrassment. Although some strange behaviour from Beel did make her question if he knew the culprit. Normally, he would come grab her at midnight to get “second dinner” but really she just went to sit and talk to him whilst he snacked on a second helping of food. The pair growing fond of each other, becoming closer as they conversed over deep-late night talks. But tonight, she heard his footsteps past her room as he wandered to the kitchen alone.

“Beel?” She called out, walking bear footed to the kitchen, wrapping her jacket tightly around her. The house felt colder in its winter months, shorts and a tank top no longer seeming like redeemable pyjama choices. A grunt followed, Beel hunching into the fridge and grovelling a piece of Demon turkey into his mouth.

“Oh, hey.” He turned, shutting the door as he swallowed the piece of meat in his mouth.

“You didn’t come get me, is everything okay?” She pouted slightly, taking a few steps in. Beel stepping backwards as she did. Something was up.

“Yeah, it’s all fine.” Beel licking his fingers clean, her eyes following the lean muscle of his tongue wetting his hand.

“You sure? You always grab me for midnight snacks,”.

“I just thought, after earlier you might not want to come.” His cheeks blushing slightly as he rubbed the back of his neck.

“Oh.. it’s a shame we didn’t get to find out who had each other.” She pressed, determined to find out who had gifted her the small vibrator.

“Yeah, maybe we can tell each other next year?” He laughed, the girl taking another step towards him, only a few footsteps between them.

“Yeah maybe.” She laughed with him, closing the distance between them, “Ooooor, you can tell me had me.” Beel went red instantly.

“How- how would I know?” He stuttered.

“Well I know I had Mammon, Mammon had Levi, Belph caved and told me he had Satan, Levi had you because he ordered them when I was with him so that leaves Satan, you and Asmo, and I presume you had Asmo, Satan had Belphie and Asmo had me?” Beel’s face grew redder, his face blending into the same shade of his hair.

“I-Uh, I really don’t know.”

“Well can you not just tell me who you had?” She questioned. Beel refused to answer as she stamped her foot in protest and whined his name. He wasn’t giving in so easily and she needed to use her knowledge of him to get him to talk. She opened the fridge and grabbed the first thing she saw.

“Tell me or the pudding gets it!” Holding a plate in her hand with plummed toad pudding on it, ready to tip it into the sink. Beel’s face lit up with horror as he went to step forward, her free hand pushing out against his chest in an attempt to stop him.

“___” He mustered, his lip trembling at the plate, his eyes darting between it and her eyes.

“One chance Beelzebub.” Her tone was strict. It felt like time had stopped as Beel grumbled. Wasting food to him was a sin of its own kind, even though he towered over the girl, her action held more power than the physical strength of him. She had him trapped, right where she wanted him.

“I!” He reached out but her hand titled, a crumb falling from the plate making him whine. “Okay alright, yes, I had you! It was you,” It was her turn to go red, freezing on the spot as he never thought it would be Beel who had brought her the toy.

“I- overheard you last week talking to Asmo, about how long it has been since ya… figured it could help with the situation,” Beel refusing to look her in the eye, instead focusing on the plate in her hand. He slowly leaned forward, wrapping his hand around hers as he pried the plate away from her and set it down gently on the surface beside them.

“I see.” Slowly lowering her arm, an awkward silence settling between them. “And… and did you hear anything else in that conversation?” The look he gave her told her his answer, he had indeed heard her telling Asmo how she wanted Beel to eat her like he did a serving of food. Of course she said it jokingly, but she still meant it. “R-right, well I’ll.. I’ll leave you too it.”

As she turned to take her leave, out of sheer embarrassment, a strong grip on her lower arm stopped her. Beel reaching out to her with a small hunger in his eyes, like he could devour her on the spot. “Don’t go.” Pulling her close to him, her hands sprawling out to feel the flex of his muscles beneath his top. “I could.. always.. have another serving of dessert,” His eyes sparkling with the true meaning of his words, pulling the girl into his heated gaze.

“What’s this?” Beel had a dangerous smirk on his face when he pushed her jacket off, a small thud hitting the dining room as he fished into the pocket to pull out the lipstick vibrator. “Let’s test out how good it’s reviews really were, shall we?”.

All the girl could was nod, her hair slightly tousled, eyes heavy with lust, lips slightly bruised from the sheer force of Beel’s lips against hers. She looked positively wrecked and they’d only just begun.

He leaned down to kiss her once more, this time softer as his fingers played with the edge of her top before lifting it enough to display her perky breasts. A low whine filled the room to have his mouth move down and latch onto a pebbled nipple, tongue swirling and teeth grazing over them. The motion he repeated on her other breast, a gush rushed between her legs. She couldn’t remember the last time she’d be touched by another, her arousal making her thighs grow slicker with each passing second. - it also didn’t help that one of the most beautiful creatures to ever set foot in Devildom was toying with her clit over the thin material of her shorts.

“Beel… please,” Her hands fisted into red hair as he pressed kisses down her exposed stomach, her shorts quickly finding themselves on the floor. Her legs spread to him a view of her wet folds, scent hitting him and making his pupil blow wide open. She was bare and all his for the taking.

The large wooden table didn’t even creak as she fell backwards, back arched with her head thrown back resting on her elbows. No matter how hard she tried, the moans still left her mouth and echoed through the empty room paired with the light buzzing. Beel cupping the side of her thigh as he stood between them, the other hand bringing the vibrator up and down her slit. He teased her by holding to the places where she was most sensitive, watching her hips buck as a throaty “oh god” left her.

“Do you want to know the best purpose of this?” He smirked lightly, pulling away from her and resting it on her thigh, watching as she whined at the loss of contact. He pressed a chaste kiss to her exposed neck, nibbling soft as she clutched his forearm. Spreading her folds with two fingers in the shape of a ‘v’, he lined the hole of the toy directly over her clit and twisted the base.

The noise that left her was one that he needed to hear again, the sound of pure pleasure. The hand on her thigh moved to press the lower of her back, keeping her in place as she squirmed, her hips bucking violently off the table. A string of strong curses left her lips, growing higher and higher in octaves until she trembled.

His name left her in a way that was so sinful, it made him rutt his hips against the table, his cock swelling as it ached to be where the small bullet was. Wood curled as she clawed viciously at the table, body curling inwards as pulsed around nothing. The strength of her orgasm being an intense feeling she had never reached with her fingers alone. Her head slumped forward onto the solid planes of his chest, whimpering highly as he kept the bullet tightly against her.

It was too much, her hips spasming as her thighs trembled. It felt almost electrifying, her back arching to the point she feared it could snap as currents of electric shocks danced along her. Not even able to control the noises that left her, purely erotic as she held on tightly to his shirt for her sanity. Tears rolled down her cheeks in fat blobs, tongue lolling to the side of her mouth whilst drool dripped from the corner as a white heat took over her body.

Physically shaking, her limbs going numb as she came. The pressure inside bursting into a thousand pleasurable flames, leaving her in a state of pure bliss without the ability to think. Her second releasing soaked the table beneath her, a thick puddle forming as it spread, Beel’s clothed erection resting against it becoming drenched. His fingers coaxed in her essence and the light grey of his bottoms stained, his searing hard on becoming more visible from as the damp clothes outlined his cock.

A growl left one of them, unsure who, as Beel attacked her lips pushing her down flat against the table. Releasing himself from the confinement of his trousers and hooking her legs over his elbows as he gripped her waist. Pre-release smeared against her as he rubbed through her velvety folds, coating himself before lining up against her. A meek, “Please Beelzebub,” was the confirmation he needed to continue, pushing into her as she stretched around him.

Beel’s appetite was ravenous and he was still currently starving. The night between them, only just starting.

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symphonicmetal101 · 2 years

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Hi Viz! Name's Undertaker, I saw your crack obey me match ups rules and I couldn't hold myself so here I am asking for one by answering the most random shit you could ask for.

- my favourite animal is not the platypus but that thing is fucking amazing. It's POISONOUS and he's a living paradox for hell's sake! Put a hat on that little shit and it becomes a secret agent.

- one time, when I was a kid, I punched a boy so hard he lost two teeth. Why? That bitch ruined a page of my notebook on purpose. I did try to stop him with words but he didn't listen. After that we become the best of friends. He learnt his lesson. Everyone in that class learnt it.

- I laugh when children fall flat on their faces. And when they fall right after someone as told them not to run because they could get hurt? *chef's kiss* (I'M SORRY OK?? BUT IT IS LIKE A REFLEX THAT I CAN'T CONTROL)

- One of my favourite vine's is: "“How did you take down Captain America?” “We shot him in ze legs because his shield is the size of a dinner plate, and he's an idiot.”" also all Thomas Sanders' vines are pretty good, especially the misleading compliments. I love those. And Daz Black vines as well. The ones about the fashion police and the others about the spiders always put a smile on my face.

- One time I was debating with my religion teacher because I wanted her to explain to me how a God who she says knows everything before it can happen couldn't even predict that the humans would disobey his orders and how he is portrait as a good flawless father after he: casted away one of his most loved angel, let the humans kill his 'only son' and pulled a Thanos every time he didn't like were the situation was going. She didn't talk to me for a week.

- If I woke up with my hair dyed neon orange how would I react? Bold of you to assume I didn't dyed it neon orange on purpose. Fr tho I dyed my hair cherry red and after a month they turned orange. One time I tried dying my hair green and they turned out neon yellow. I laughed for an hour and cover it up with some purple.

- I don't have a favourite animal. I love everything I can pet or that I'm not allowed to pet because it could kill me.

- DRAGONS. I fucking love Dragons. I'd want them to be real.

- What dinosaur would make ad ideal pet for me? A Microraptor. Smol and with a lot of feathers.

- If I was MC, Belphegor would probably still be in the attic. I'm not an idiot- Okay I AM but if someone specifically tells me not to go somewhere and that someone is a fucking demon who's letting me living rent free in his house and at night cries and singing can be heard coming from there I would listen to him. But out of spite I'd probably go up those stairs someday.

Here you go. Hope I did everything right. Have a good day, V!

Hello there Undertaker!! This is perfect! I dont know if youre poly or not, so you can choose who would be platonic in this relationship.

I match you with

ASMODEUS and MAMMON

God you three scare everyone because none of you have any impulse control. And its Mammon who normally has the braincell to determine if its something too dangerous. Oh, is that a baby manticore? So cute! Just a little kitty! "MC IT HAS A SCORPION TAIL AND IF ITS MOTHER COMES WE'RE ALL GONNA BE DEAD!" "....so anyways, I named him Aslan, Asmo is your camera ready?" This also means watching children fall elicits a reaction from all three of you. If not meant to fall, why do they bounce? /J

Late night conversations go from venting from past trauma or just what happened during the week to conspiracies and the goofiest light-hearted conversations in a heartbeat (possibly because both boys get distracted very easily dvsjshs but also dont like to dwell on the past when the future is right there, with you).

For one on one time, Asmo loves to do your guys' hair together. At some point he had shock pink hair, so he'd be happy to go into a slightly toned down version of it, especially if you want to match with him. Mammon would join, but Asmo is adamant that this is HIS thing with you, and you and Mammon have your own thing.

Which usually ends up with you two rambling to each other about wild animals in Devildoms forests that you would like to see as you feed and pet his ravens with you. You two crafted bracelets out of "treasures" the corvids brought back. Mammon doesnt have the heart to exclude his little brother, so all three of you have jewelry, trinkets and accessories made from these treasures. I foresee a lot of soda tab crafts fbsbdjsjs.

Side note: idk how old you are, but these two drunk and/or overtired are a force to be reckoned with and VERY loud.

Microraptors are also ideal because they're small enough for Asmo to beautify it (and use any feathers that have fallen out for fashion) and Mammon can train it to steal stuff fbsjsbxjsj

I get the image of just the three of you walking Devildom and window shopping, gentle, lighthearted bickering between the three of you.

I hope this was ok!!

#v talks #obey me #obey me shall we date #obey me asmo #obey me mammon #obey me crack matchups #ITS THE UNDERTAKER!!! :D

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xamassed · 1 year

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⟬ @gamenu ⟭

It's the way her face fell into confusion first, before becoming rather crestfallen as Mammon snapped at her. For all his complaints of wishing his brothers would lighten up when it came to picking on him, or that at least one person would speak against it...when she actually did, he snapped at her. Even Satan, who was just previously bullying Mammon seemed a little surprised. After a moment, she just turns and leaves instead. Mumbling a quick 'I have to go study, I have an alchemy test' before briskly making her way back to her room.

It slipped. He didn't mean to snap.

Deep down, he knew it was bound to happen. For a long while, he appreciated that she bravely stood between him and his scornful brothers. She put them in their places and eased the ache that sat low in his heart despite never being asked to. She did it on her own, and it was because she loved him.

She really, truly cared and he had told her with less than kind words to go away.

It wasn't her fault. For once, he wouldn't make himself out to be the victim. He was in the wrong, but there was some blame to be placed on his brothers shoulders.

' You can't get through an argument without her coming to save you. ' ' Why is she always defending you? ' ' You're such a dumbass, you need your girlfriend to talk you out of trouble. '

They weren't wrong, but the fact that Nicole came to his aid had never bothered him. He anticipated it now, her kind words and gentle treatment afterwards was what he craved. He liked knowing there was one living person that didn't see him the way his brothers did.

Except that it began to eat at him. Guilt and shame collided, creating an ugly monster that demanded independence and pride. He could take care of his own problems. If he didn't hide behind her, his brothers couldn't use it as another excuse to ridicule him.

So he told her to stop. Fuck off, I don't need ya protectin' me all the time!

That wasn't true, not in the slightest.

They had spent months together, and he had never once lashed out at her. It was only with words, but Mammon knew as well as anyone else that words could leave deeper wounds than any physical blow.

He did need her. He always would.

She was the greatest thing to have happened to him, and he had sent her away to protect his fragile ego.

Now he stood there at her door, forehead pressed against it and hands flat to the wood. Most tiffs ended in him busting through and demanding she forgive him, but this was different. He didn't shout her name or tell her that he was the one that needed apologizing to.

He whined and pleaded like a helpless pup.

"Nic, can I come in? Please? Pretty please?"

#gamenu #「 ( mammon ; ic ) 」#「 v. ready to face the mammon? ( mammon ; obey me ) 」#( mammon would never do physical harm but oof )

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gastropodpapa · 4 years

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For everyone it applies to in the Obey Me verse: What is their favorite position? Sort of inspired by my cuddle position ask, but also inspired by your headcanons for their dom/sub/top/bottom statuses.

I actually had to go back and reread my own post bc I am a jumbo dumbass.

I’m going to assume you mean sexual position, so here goes. I think they’re all too esoteric to be strictly dom/sub and bottom/top, though. So prepare for trouble, and make it double. I didn’t do everyone cause like,,,,,,, no thoughts head empty, so i hope you don’t mind just 7.5 characters.

Lucifer:

Bottoming: Though I doubt he’d let just anyone top him, I get the sense that if he was getting railed by someone he’s not super emotionally attached to yet he’d be more inclined to still be in control. He might prefer riding someone, if he’s wanting to still be dictating pace etc. But with someone he’s subbing for, I think he’s a pillow princess ngl. Partially to hide his face/muffle his sounds since we KNOW this guy doesn’t have as much self-control as he thinks, partially bc he just wants some stress relief and relaxing on his stomach with a comfy pillow while he gets his whole pelvis destroyed it a great way to unwind. Topping: I don’t think about the guys as tops v much cause I’m, for the most part, an IMMACULATE TOP and as such it’s just not as interesting to me. HOWEVER: Lucifer would wanna top in any position where he can see his partner’s reactions. Gives him the Big Ego when he knows he’s making them feel good. pride man take me by the hand. If he’s emotionally attached to the person he’d wanna hold them close, cause I’ve seen how much of a cheesy romantic asshole he’s turned into in-game LMFAO Mammon:

Bottoming: Honestly? He’ll take just about any position as long as he can hold onto or bite down on something to muffle himself. Y’all know he’s a loud bottom. YOU KNOW IT OK- ok i need to chill. He does have a special love for getting bent over the side of a bed or a table but that could just be me projecting what i wanna do to him and pushed around a bit, even though he whines about it to preserve his ego.

Topping: Missionary, probably. If he’s feeling embarrassed about his reactions, he can just bury his face in his partner’s neck instead of focusing on keeping his face and voice under control. Or he can bury his face into his partner’s neck for Additional Intimacy via neck kissing and getting pets on the head while being told how well he’s doing. Win-win. He’s also fond of getting a smaller partner to sit on his lap while he fucks them so he can hold them close and feel like he’s supporting them. service top hours. he’s so cute heLP Levi:

Bottoming: EXTREMELY loud bottom no matter what position. This man has perfected the hentai moan. Possibly the ahegao face as well. I think he might like to get railed from behind, either pushed up against a wall or mirror/bent over a desk/etc or doggystyle. Either way, he likes to be in his demon form so he can get his tail squeezed and/or wrap it around his partner. Topping: This man is...... snakey. He has no bones. Extremely flexible.I can see him getting into a few interesting positions, but honestly I can’t think of any specifics bc up until very recently I avoided thinking of him in a sexual way. I DO know that his tail would go crazy unless he had something to anchor it to (like, for example, mc’s leg) Satan:

Shockingly, despite being a huge Satan stan, I don’t think about him in sexual situations very much? Which is literally the main reason it took me like A MILLION YEARS to publish this.

Bottoming: Ok hear me out,,,,,, What if he likes being shoved back against a wall though. 😳 Get a little bit rough with him, maybe? I think he might enjoy that.

Topping: This one depends a bit on his mood, but generally unless it’s Angy Stress Relief Fuckin’ he likes to be behind his partner with his face up by their neck/shoulder so he can whisper fun things in their ear and/or bite.

Asmo:

We know this guy is probably down for just about anything, at least once. Any position is good with him honestly. But he does have favorites.

Bottoming: He would like to be picked up and sat down on something so he can wrap his legs around his partner. This can be a pretty versatile position too, because he can lay on his back and/or push his partner’s head down to hip level if he’s feeling a bit bratty. I’m sure he can get much more creative with the possibilities than me, some guy writing this at 7 am while waiting for his breakfast burrito to cool. But the real appeal for him is getting manhandled. We know he’d love it. If his partner can’t lift him, he’ll hop up on the kitchen counter/table/dresser/etc himself and pull them in. Win-win.

Topping: Any position where he can show off his moves. Of which he has many. He also likes any position where his hands are free to roam all over his partner’s body (and make good use of his knowledge of all sorts of sensitive places one might have). Honestly there’s just too many to choose from and just thinking “there’s too many to choose from” has made me imagine Asmo on his phone scrolling some knockoff kama sutra app while his partner is waiting for him to decide how they fuck.

Beel:

Bottoming: Probably more than happy to bottom, because one he’s very inclined to please his partner, two he’s much less likely to misjudge his own strength, three he gets to lay back and be indulged with as much dick as he likes. Gluttony does not extend only to food, people. ;) ANYWAY BACK TO POSITIONS: He’s quite happy to lay on his stomach and let his partner go to town on him while he bites down on a pillow (probably ripping it to shreds and getting feathers/stuffing EVERYWHERE). He also dreams of one day riding someone, but he thinks his size will hamper that. BUT NOT NECESSARILY MUAHAHAH can you tell i’m thirsty for this big lad

Topping: Honestly? Two modes. Soft service top, simple missionary style. Or gluttony time, where he just indulges in his partner until they’re both exhausted, probably in a nice reverse of the pillow biting from the previous section.

Belphie:

Bottoming: Pillow prince. Listen to me. PILLOW. PRINCE. Lazy as fuck, honestly. Just wants to lay back and get railed. Or lay on his stomach and hold onto a pillow so he can immediately go to sleep when his partner is trying to clean him up. Lazy motherfucker. He does get bratty though, and dragging him up to his hands and knees so he has to hold his own weight is an excellent way to get him to either shut up or complain more.

Topping: Depends. Also has two modes: Lazy top who’s more inclined to let his partner put forth all of the effort or (hoo hoo get ready for animal motif jokes) an absolute bullride. Really depends on how tired he is at the time and how much he’s been teased. Either way, I suspect he likes his partner to ride him so that 1; he doesn’t have to put forth as much effort and 2: he can still hold onto them and maybe pull them close if he’s feeling soft and cozy.

Diavolo:

Bottoming: Just about any position, honestly. Man craves being topped. As long as he’s getting fucked (and preferably getting some rough treatment at the same time) he’s happy.

Topping: I’m too much of a top to answer this one and my only thoughts about diavolo include him being a bottom, sorry mate

#Spicy #gender neutral #diavolo is a bottom and you can't convince me otherwise

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nicocoooo · 3 years

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Obey Me: Part 2: When Love Lasts

Kauffee ran to Daniel's side and collapsed on his knees, yelling, "DAAAAAD! Dad wher- DAD!" He panicked, holding Daniel close, and made desperate attempts to rip off the suffocating plants, tearing them apart as fast as he could. Nico made his way towards the door, nearly falling forward as the house shook. At first, he assumed it was an earthquake but then realized it was his father. He groaned, holding his head with grimace as he swung the door open and scurried towards his father's side. He assisted his brother with the ripping, tearing every single plant that was strangulating his submissive father. Nico's words came out in shaky whispers, "S-Stay with me, dad. Stay w-with me..." Daniel's breathing quickens, and he lets out a whimper. It hurt. He gasps as the vines around his neck went slack from Kauffee's tearing. Belphegor had just woken up from his cat nap, walking out of his room. Belphegor took a moment or two to process the situation before widening his eyes, "Dad..? You guys aren't brothers..? That's your dad?" Asmodeus walked up the stairs and saw the situation from the afar, running towards Kauffee just so he could pull him away from the threat, "DEMON VINE!" he cried out. Belphegor shook his head, "That's not good.. aren't those carnivorous..?" Asmodeus replied with a heavy sigh, "Daniel has a ton of them in his room, but they only grow out of control when overfed... Daniel's outbursts must have overfed the seeds, and now they're out of control!" Belphegor pulled Nico away, "Shit... it'll eat your hand with all this tearing, kid..." A flower raises among the rest, it was almost as large as Daniel's whole torso. It angrily hissed at the group of demons and humans. It had a never-ending thirst for pain and despair. Nico stared at the demoniacal flower in disbelief, he had no clue on what he was currently looking at. It seemed like something you'd see out of a sci-fi movie. He stumbled on his words but fortunately managed to sputter out an actual question with actual words, "Wh-What the f-fuck is th-that?!" There's no way this was actually real... right? His father was surrounded on all sides by these.. these.. brutal plants. Was Daniel going to die? Was he going to lose his father? The constant swirl of thoughts overwhelmed him. He didn't even want to imagine the possibility of what might happen. This was all too much. It was too unbearable. Lucifer stormed out of the room and immediately stopped in his tracks; his jaw dropped open once he saw Daniel plopped on the floor, being smothered by these beasts that appeared to look like plants. He was frozen. He couldn't move at all. His mind was completely blank. He didn't know what to do even though, he was the Avatar of Pride. He could put an end to all this torment. Nonetheless, he couldn't. He was.. unable to. He was stuck. He could barely choke out his own words, "I-I.. wh-what is g-going o-o-on..?!" Daniel pulsed out another burst of energy that rocked the house on its foundations. He opened his arms, coughing as he choked on the vines and growing roots. He looked up, yearning for the plant's release. It hurt so damn much. He slowly closed his eyes... "As master I call out to the... M-....the great...M-Mammon-," He paused and choked harder. Almost as if it was instinctive, as if he could feel what was happening at this very moment, he prepared himself. He appeared as his demon form, ready to fight whatever the heck was hurting his master, and especially, protect his humans. In less than a second, an occult circle started to take shape in the carpet and immediately after, Mammon emerges from the circle. A frightful growling sound mingles with the noise of the blast. He ran up to Daniel in the blink of an eye and held the plant by its roots which were inching towards the insides of his mouth, mustering up all of the strength he had in him to tear them all apart and kill the monstrous beast. He spread his wings to protect the two humans from the carnivorous flower. Daniel took in a deep breath, wheezing and shaking simultaneously. He whimpered and

slowly tried to get back up before falling back down on his hands and knees. It still.. hurt... a lot. Everything hurt due to that monster feeding on his energy like a vampire sucking a blood bag with a straw. He sighed, then looked up at his hero, staring at Mammon with haze over his eyes. His hero. He sighed, smiling softly, chuckling a bit, "M-M-....Mammon..." he croaked. The flower let out a agonizing screech, its roots reached for Daniel to tap into his magical energy to overpower Mammon. However, it wasn't fast enough, and its hold of the powerful demon slipped. It died quickly. Mammon tossed the plant to the side, holding Daniel by his shoulders. Finally, the fear hit him. It was like a cold slap to the face. He started to shake, hugging Daniel tightly, but not too tight. He feared he might hurt you even more if he did, "D-Daniel, what happened?" he asked with a gulp. Daniel coughed, shifting into his arms, "There were.. s-seeds on me.. and the coffee made my b-blood pump more m-magic through my v-veins, and th-the magic made the s-seeds grow... I-I dropped my ph-phone down a vent so I-I couldn't c-c-call for help..." Mammon sighed and comforted him in his arms, gently caressing his painful bruises, "You know you can't drink so much coffee, dummy," he closes his eyes, relieved over the fact that Daniel isn't dead. He held him bride-style and got up, entering Nico's room to place him on his bed to recover, "How do you feel...besides, hurt of course?" Daniel let out a soft sigh, relaxing underneath the soft sheets, "Drained... it felt like that thing was sapping at my insides..." he murmured, tiredly blinking at Mammon. His skin didn't have the same hum of energy anymore. It was still strong, just not as prominent. Mammon whispered, slowly rubbing Daniel's body, hoping that it would help Daniel recollect his energy in a way, "You will stay here and rest... m'kay? I will see what I can do to help you..." Daniel silently nodded, shuddering at the feeling of Mammon rubbing against him. He sighed softly, indolently looking up, "Hey... the plants worked.. the only reason I had them was so I wouldn't have as much internal energy." Mammon furrowed his eyebrows, confused, sitting beside Daniel, "Wha- why?" Daniel sighed, "Well, I did blow up my room.. twice..." he murmured, rubbing his eyes. Mammon rubbed the back of his neck, blinking, "Well, yeah.. rest, Danny, I'm here protecting you.. 'kay?" Daniel nodded, yawning as he turned to the side and smiled, "Thank you...the Gr-....Great Mammon..." he shuddered, shivering before gently taking Mammon's hand, "... Good night." Mammon gave a soft smile, "Good night, human," he whispered before resting by his side and pulling him close, being the secretly protective demon he is. Daniel fell asleep, his breathing was soft. The continuous hum of magical energy inside of Daniel pulsed softly, like a second pair of lungs. It gradually grew back to its normal, overflowing self. It's likely to take days before it returns to normal; the big black and blue bruises all over him didn't exactly look good either. Mammon swore underneath his breath, "Fuck Danny..." He couldn't sleep, he felt the need to protect you during the night, "I'll take care of you when you wake up," he played with his hair, kissing the top of his head. Daniel slept peacefully, feeling safe in Mammon's arms. His head gently rests on Mammon's chest and his body mildly pressed against his. Belphegor sighed, crossing his arms, "Looks like they're going to be there a while..." . . .

#obey me #obey me shall we date #fanfic #fanfiction #obey me fanfic #obey me fanfiction

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maddiethebull · 4 years

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Lucifer (Obey Me!) - Prompt #7 - “May I have this dance?”

This is a repost, I deleted the other one, have fun reading!!!

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4VR-6AS0-l4 here’s some music to listen to while reading this :) Its what i listened to while writing it.

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The Devildom New Years Ball. It was the event of the year, besides Lord Diavolo’s birthday ball, this was the most famous event they had to offer. It would be an extravagant sight to see; there would be hundreds of demons dressed to the nines, there would be elegant decor, there would be live classical musicians, everything was to make it the most amazing affair possible. You didn’t know whether you should be excited or terrified. You’ve never been to a ball, let alone a ball run and attended by demons! Needless to say, you were nervous. It did help slightly that this year’s theme was Masquerade. You wouldn’t have to worry about being instantly recognized as one of the only two humans there. It was to start at 7:00 p.m. that night and it was currently noon as you and the brothers sat down to have lunch. It was all pleasant until Lucifer leaned towards you,

“By the way, MC, I need to have a talk with you about your recent grades.”

That’s when the immediate fear set in. While you knew he wouldn’t do anything to harm you physically, whenever he had a ‘talk’ with you it always felt like a punch to the gut. After you all finished your meal, you crept your way into his office. He handed you a midterm test with a big red D (lmao i need to stop writing like this) in the corner. Oh no. You looked it over and handed it back to him, you didn’t want to see it for another second.

Lucifer spoke with an emotionless face,

“MC, you don’t apply yourself. You’re smart and you know you’re smart, but just being smart can’t take you all the way. Your grade in Ancient Texts class has dropped significantly and I can’t see any reason why it should have done so other than you lollygagging about with my brothers. I appreciate that you’re good friends with them, but manage your time. If you fail this class, think of how it would make me look? I’m in charge of helping you through your studies and if you failed it would not only make you look incompetent, but me as well.”

Sheepishly you replied, “that class is just really hard, okay? I studied for the midterm a lot but I got a D on it and I didn’t know it would drop my grade by so much.”

He looked up from your near failure of a midterm with cold eyes, “Then expect it next time. You can leave now.”

You damn near ran out of his office to go straight to your room, being yelled at by Lucifer always made you feel horrible and it didn’t help that you had such a fondness of him. Meanwhile Lucifer sat leaned back in his chair, he didn’t like being harsh on you, he didn’t like being harsh on anyone he loved, and with you, it was different than simply loving you as a sibling. He decided to apologize for his harsh words and went to make the two of you some tea as a peace offering but was stopped when he heard your voice.

“UUUGH, BEEL MOVE!”

While lost in your thoughts as you rushed to your room, you slammed into Beel in the kitchen. He looked up at you with his puppy dog face. Shit, you just yelled at him, at this sweet giant who cared so much for you and would even let you have food off of his plate if you asked nicely! ‘MC what’s wrong with you today’, you thought.

“O-okay, I’ll move. Sorry MC.”

“Wait, Beel I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to yell it’s just that Lucifer was giving me a “polite talk” about my grades.”

“Oh,” His expression changed to one of pity, “in that case, I’m still sorry, but for you now.”

“Yeah, thanks, I just- I- ugh, you know, he said we’d have a talk about it but it was really him just talking to me and being as cold as the arctic… God, what a hard-ass.” Your feelings were flowing right out of your mouth as Beel stood listening and munching on some bread. Midway through your rant, Asmo walked in,

“Hey, MC! It’s already almost 2:00 so let’s get ready alreadyyyyy.”

You walked off with Asmo, feeling much better from talking to Beel – well, ranting to Beel. Pretty much all he did was eat bread and nod. You and Asmo got ready and to calm yourself fully, you took a hot bath with rose petals. After got out, Asmo helped pick out a dress to wear, it was a beautiful deep emerald colored silk gown with a mock turtleneck and a large diamond shaped cut-out on the back. It hugged your body perfectly and made you feel much better seeing yourself like this. Hmph, I’ll make Lucifer regret being mean to me when I show up looking like a damn movie-star, you thought as you finished off your look with bright red lipstick. Then, what Beel had said while you were letting off steam came to your mind.

~ “I almost did the same thing, but when I asked for help, he didn’t have a second thought and guided me through it, you know. And, MC, I know you’re mad and all and he’s a harsh person and… all, but I know that he cares a lot. He cares about all of us.” ~

You sighed, ‘I know he does.’

After you finished getting dressed, you helped Mammon and Levi put their ties on and told Levi that no, he could not wear a Goku mask to the ball, helped Satan choose which tuxedo coat he should wear, and practically forced Belphie and Beel into theirs. Lucifer had already left for Diavlo’s castle to help finish preparing. You grabbed your black mask, embellished with emeralds surrounding the eyes in a playful pattern, some lace, and a couple black feathers above the left eye and headed for the ball.

Once you got there, your nightmare scenario played out. You were swarmed with demons because, it turns out, they did notice you were a human.

“Why are you lookin’ so uncomfortable?” asked Mammon.

“Because I couldn’t be Goku…”

“Shuddup Levi! I was talkin’ to MC.”

You replied, “I thought that since it was a masquerade the demons wouldn’t be able to tell that I was human and I wouldn’t have to deal with the endless questions about the human world and the endless flirting from the succubi and incubi.”

“MC, they can SMELL you.”

Your face scrunched, “Mammon, ew! You didn’t have to say it like that!”

“Yeah,” said Levi, “you’re making us sound like some creepy ass shinigami lolololol.”

You three laughed loudly enough to catch Lucifer’s attention from across the ballroom. He hadn’t gotten the chance to go over and speak to you since he was making bland conversation with another high ranked demon, but when he saw how you looked, oh gosh… He didn’t have the strength to take his eyes off of you. The way you laughed so brilliantly, the light sparkling on you through the crystals of the chandelier, that cut-out on the back of your dress which exposed nearly your entire back. All he saw in this crowded room was you. The romantic music playing only heightened his desire to stride right over to you and sweep you off your feet, and that’s just what he set out to do,

“Excuse me,” he said to the demon he was speaking with and walked off in your direction. Just as he did that, the music began to speed up to a more jovial tune and those on the dance floor moved with it. He spent a good five minutes navigating through the sea of waltzing demonfolk and when he reached the other side, you were nowhere to be seen.

You stood in the garden looking at the Devildom night sky. You looked at the stars, they seemed to shine brighter down here. Thoughts ran around in your head, thoughts of home, thoughts of here, each of the brothers appeared in your mind. You loved them. When the word family came up, you thought about them, except for one, Lucifer. ‘Lucifer,’ you thought, ‘I wish I could know what you’re really like.’ The faint smell of lilac swirled from the blossoming flowers laid out by the gazebo to envelop you in its sweet scent. Your hair, done up in an elegant low bun with perfectly curled pieces dropping on the side of your face, was brushed by the wind. Walking out to the garden to get some air and clear his mind of you, Lucifer exited the ballroom and saw you standing there. Unknowingly his whole expression softened. He came up to you,

“Good evening, MC. I see that I’m not the only one in need of the solace this quiet garden provides.” You were torn from your thoughts,

“Hey Lucifer,” you said, mustering up a faint and fading smile.

His eyes trailed to your lips, “Mind if I join you?”

“I don’t mind.”

With the lack of conversation, the melody of leaves swaying in the wind filled your ears. Lucifer stood beside you, resting his elbows on the white marble balusters. He had to think of a way to break the icy barrier of his words earlier that day.

He cleared his throat,

“You know, Diavlo is a very professional demon, he’s smart and well organised, so nothing could have prepared me for hearing him shout “I love balls” when we were planning this event.

You burst into laughter, “wow, I didn’t peg you as the type to tell such raunchy jokes.”

With an impish smile he said, “I may be a “hard-ass” and “as cold as the arctic”, but I hold a jocose side occasionally,” He kept his eyes lightly focused on the lilac surrounding you two.

“Oh, you heard that then… I’m sorry Lucifer, I was angry and I shouldn’t have said those things, I mean, you just want me to try harder and-”

“No need to be sorry I’m well aware that they hold a certain amount of truth.” His smile faded. He looked up at you then back to the flowers, “though I would like it if, every once in a while, that I could be seen as my other qualities.”

You had no idea how to reply. You wanted to tell him that you did, but did you? Only a couple of hours ago you were insulting him. His red eyes, burning with emotion, shot up to yours, seeming to whisper to you, ‘please, don’t let the way I feel be a mistake.’

“Hm, sometimes I say too much, don’t I?”

You chuckled, “that we can agree on.”

Now he was laughing, you wished you could never stop seeing that.

“I want to say something else, or rather, ask something else. Do you suppose i should?”

You mirrored his impish smile from earlier, “Sure, why not?”

He stepped back, the Avatar of Pride bowed before you, hand held out, solemnly looking into your eyes and asking,

“May I have this dance?”

You felt the blush rise to your cheeks like a rose blooming in the spring.

“I can’t very well say no to that offer can I?”

He laughed, “of course not.”

You gladly grabbed his hand and he pulled you in. To the faint piano melody coming from the castle you began to dance inside the white marble gazebo. You moved together, swayed together, breathed together. It was romantic, it was extravagant, it was beautiful. The gentle breeze brushing against your cheeks, flowing its way to sway in his dark black hair. You could hardly believe this was happening, but you never wanted this dream-like dance to end. As far as either of you knew, the dance lasted for hours under the night sky with the moon and stars that seemingly cheered you on. You were together until everyone had gone home from the ball, but neither of you could care less. This moment was to be immortalized in your memories forever.

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Well, this is long as fuck sorry lmao

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hiraethhh-h · 4 years

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Birthday Bash

Fandom: Obey Me! Shall We Date?

Warnings: Suggestive themes.

Wordcount: 2.5k

Notes: hehehE,,, guess who’s back from hiatus :) this is also a little birfday gift to myself uwu

Aurora’s time down at the Devildom had been going swimmingly so far, but the opposite could be said about her time at the House of Lamentation. Don’t get her wrong, she cared for all seven brothers, despite the fact that she had gotten into several mishaps with most of them. Especially with Lucifer. Besides that, she could say that her time with them had been enjoyable. Diavolo had shown the most kindness to her whenever she was around, Barbatos was indifferent to her, but she could tell he was at least a bit fond of her.

In fact, Diavolo had caught wind of her birthday from her file, and decided to throw her surprise birthday party at his castle. Of course, when he presented the idea to the council, the seven brothers agreed almost immediately. And thus, their weeks of planning began. To say the least, all seven brothers planned to make Aurora their own during her birthday. But yet another obstacle would be thrown their way.

From the early weeks of November, to the first few weeks of December, the seven brothers, Diavolo, and Barbatos spent countless hours planning. But their deadline, December fourteenth, was rapidly approaching. Aurora was excited for her birthday, wondering what would entail, but then again, she hoped nothing too hectic would happen on her special day. As the last few days boiled down, the ‘Aurora Surprise Party Planning Committee,’ as dubbed by Mammon, was coming to a close. And thus, finally the day had arrived.

Luckily this year her day was on a Saturday, allowing her to stay up as late as she wanted without having to worry about Lucifer forcing the curfew on her. She sat up from her bed, yawning softly as she threw her arms over her head, stretching with a soft groan. The figure beside her shifted, still sound asleep. Aurora turned to gaze down at the lump, only to see a familiar mop of blueish-grey hair. The girl raised a brow at the sight of Belphegor curled up at her side. He usually slept with Beel in their room right? Maybe the two had had another falling out, but that was quite rare for that to happen… Shaking her head with a soft sigh, she peeled the covers off of her body, shifting her legs to rest on the edge of her bed.

The feeling of an arm wrapping around her waist stopped the girl, followed by a sleepy voice whining, “Stay a bit longer…” Aurora blinked at Belphegor, looking over her shoulder. Her aqua eyes met with half-lidded violet ones, speckles of pink decorating the edges. The Avatar of Sloth gently tugged at her t-shirt, motioning for her to come back to lay beside him. Aurora exhaled through her nose, turning to face the male. “I promised I’d help Beel with breakfast today Belphie…” she muttered softly, moving her hand to rest on top of his. Belphie gave a soft huff, shutting his eyes for a moment. “Right… Beel wouldn’t stop rambling on about what you two would make today…” Aurora chuckled, “Is that why you came to my room instead?” Opening his eyes, the demon gave a small nod in response, “That and his stomach wouldn’t stop growling at the thought of making food…” he sighed, Aurora gave his hand a small squeeze as he shifted to sit up beside her.

“Well, since you’re going I guess me going too wouldn’t hurt…” Belphie muttered, moving to rest his head on Aurora’s shoulder. “Are you sure? You still look sleepy Belphie…” Aurora frowned slightly, moving to run a hand through his locks. They were soft and silky to the touch, the male leaning into her touch as he shut his eyes, giving a tired hum. “I’m sure… I can’t let you and Beel have all the fun to yourselves…” he said smugly, moving his hand to grab her wrist. Aurora raised a brow at his words, but she didn’t question it. Removing her wrist from his grip, she stood, looking down at the groggy demon. “Well… I’m gonna go get ready for the day.” she informed him, turning on her heel to stride into the bathroom, shutting the door behind her.

With a soft sigh, Belphie stood from her sheets and made his way out of her room. Once both of them got ready, they met inside the kitchen. As expected, Beel was already there, picking out the select ingredients they would need. The ginger heaved a bag of flour onto the countertop, a lollipop in his mouth as he worked. “Good morning Beel.” Aurora greeted, making her presence known to the larger demon. The said male looked over his shoulder, his exposed biceps flexing beneath his tank top as he set another bag of batter mix on the table. Aurora’s gaze lingered on his arms for a moment, her cheeks flushing as she quickly looked away once Belphie followed her stare. He gave a soft snicker, shaking his head before striding over to his brother to help him. Aurora eventually followed suit.

Together, the trio made a flurry of pancakes, along with other simple demon breakfast foods. Even though the atmosphere felt rather light, Aurora couldn’t help but feel a bit bummed at the fact that none of them had greeted her happy birthday. They couldn’t have forgotten right? Maybe they were just busy, or had a lot on their minds. Aurora paused for a moment, a whisk in hand as she stared down at the pancake batter sprinkled with blueberries. Beel came up behind the girl, peering down at her curiously. “Are you alright, Aurora?” he questioned, watching as the girl flinched at the sound of his voice. A small frown grazed his lips at the sight, Aurora resuming her whisking and reassuring the male that she was just fine but felt a bit tired. She kept her back to him and Belphie, the ginger gave his twin a worried look, to which Belphie gave a small nod with a small frown of his own.

Within minutes, the aroma of food had wafted out of the kitchen, filling the House of Lamentation. It had begun to draw out the residents of the mansion, Lucifer being the first to arrive, shortly followed by Satan, Asmodeus, Mammon, and Leviathan. The brothers took a seat at their respective spots, watching as Beel carried out the platters of food. Belphie brought a few pitchers of juice and whatnot, Aurora bringing out the glasses. They all set up the table accordingly. Beel and Belphie eventually went to their own seats, Aurora heading over to her own. Asmo pulled out her chair, gingerly patting the cushion with a warm smile. “Good morning, Aurora, dear!” he chirped, “Your skin looks rather radiant today, I take it you’re using the moisturizer I recommended for you?” Aurora chuckled at his energy, a smile creeping onto her face.

“Yeah… I used it last night after I showered,” she sat down in her chair, “It really works wonders.” Asmo beamed at her words, “Mmm… Well, perhaps if you joined me for a bath sometime, I can show you how else that moisturizer can be used to work wonders.” he cooed, grabbing a plate of food. Aurora blinked at his words, shaking her head with a soft giggle. “Maybe sometime in the future.” she murmured, thanking him as he gave her a few scoops of yogurt. Mammon glowered at Asmo, claiming that Aurora should never be in a room alone with the Avatar of Lust.

As the day went on, Aurora did her best to hide her dismay at the thought of no one greeting her happy birthday. Though she knew she should’ve probably told them about it, she didn’t make complaints. Lucifer took this time to finish paperwork, Mammon going out for a photoshoot at Majolish, Levi gaming away in his room, Satan and Asmo going out to shop, Beel holding out in the kitchen, and Belphie napping around the House of Lamentation.

Aurora contemplated sneaking out to Purgatory Hall to see Simeon and the others, since the trio seemed to help take her mind off things. Instead, she simply holed up in her room, going through her D.D.D. in a bored manner. The aqua-haired girl gave a long sigh, shutting her phone off and tossing it to the side. She plucked a pillow up from her sheets, hugging it close to her chest as she rested her chin on top of the cushion. Maybe a small nap wouldn’t hurt… Her eyes fluttered shut as she laid back in her bed, snuggling into her plush comforter as she began to doze off.

Unbeknownst to her, the brothers were actually helping set up the party. Simeon, Luke, and Solomon had also joined in after Diavolo pitched the idea to Simeon. They worked swiftly as their time drew to a close, and soon enough, the time to throw the surprise party had finally come.

Aurora practically shot up in bed as her door burst open, Asmo sauntering into the room. In his arms was a black dress that looked rather… Revealing, along with matching heels and a bag full of cosmetic items. Aurora rose a brow at this, “Asmo..?” the girl croaked, still half-asleep from her nap. “Mhm, that’s me.” he chuckled, setting the items down on the edge of her bed. “Now, up, up, we don’t have much time to spare before my brothers come to whisk you away.” Aurora blinked as he helped her up by the arm, ushering her over to the bathroom for a quick change. He practically thrust the dress into her arms, shutting the door as he waited for her to change. Aurora blinked, barely registering what had happened. Shaking her head, she changed out of her day clothes. The girl peered at herself in the mirror. The fabric hugged her figure tightly, the end of the cocktail dress riding up to her thighs. There were no straps and the top and bottom were lined with black matching feathers.

Since the dress was rather dark, it made her figure seem slimmer, and the v-line down the crevice of her breasts didn’t make her feel any better. Though, she wasn’t that surprised since the Avatar of Lust had picked out this outfit for her… The opening of the bathroom door snapped the girl out of her daze. “Oh my… You look absolutely delectable Aurora.” Asmo licked his lips suggestively, eyeing her up and down. Aurora flushed at his words, opening her mouth to protest before Asmo had grabbed her wrist and brought her over to the vanity. He sat her down on the stool, rambling on about how beautiful he would make her look.

Within record time, Asmo had dolled her up. Nodding in approval at his handiwork, he handed her the black heels and stockings. Aurora slipped on the items, turning to face Asmo now. He held a black cloth, smiling down at Aurora. “Next comes the blindfold… I’d love to do many things while you look ravenous but we are pressed for time.” he huffed sadly, leaning down to tie the fabric around her eyes. Aurora’s cheeks turned red at his words, but she said nothing in protest.

“Okay and…” he tied the knot behind her head, making sure to mind her hairdo. “Alright, now, I promise I won’t let go of you, okay?” he helped her stand, interlocking his arm with hers. Aurora gave a small nod, standing once he gave a few tugs at her arm. Together, the duo made their way out of her room and down the carpeted spiral staircase. There, Solomon awaited them, a small smile on his face at the sight of Aurora. Asmo gave Solomon a small nod, the sorcerer approaching the two. “You might feel a tiny bit dizzy for a moment, Aurora.” Asmo told the girl, Aurora raising a brow at the demon’s words. “What’s going-”

Solomon placed a hand on each of their shoulders, muttering a soft chant before they had disappeared.

The trio appeared inside the main entrance of Diavolo’s castle. Aurora’s head spun, causing her to lean on Asmo for support. Solomon let go of them, shuffling over to join the others who had gathered in front of the duo. “There, there…” Asmo rubbed her shoulder gently, Aurora shutting her eyes for a moment as she gathered herself. “Better..?” Asmo asked after giving her a few more minutes, “Yeah…” she breathed out. “What’s going on, Asmo?” the male chuckled at her words, “Let me show you…” he moved to undo the blindfold, holding the cloth in his hand as it slipped from Aurora’s face.

There stood the remaining brothers, Diavolo, and Barbatos all in their demon forms, along with Simeon, Luke, and Solomon standing a few feet away from them. Aurora looked at them, her eyes widening in shock as her heart rate shot through the roof. “Happy birthday!” they all chimed, causing tears of joy to prick at the corners of her eyes. Asmo wrapped an arm around her shoulder, pressing a quick kiss to the crown of her head. “Happy birthday sweetheart…” he muttered with a warm smile, leading her over to the group. Mammon shouted at Asmo for his actions, causing Lucifer to send him a sharp glare for misbehaving.

The group entered the dining hall happily, Aurora gazing at all of the food happily. Each person greeted her happy birthday again before they began to eat, Belphie having to make sure Beel didn’t inhale the food before anyone got a chance to touch it. Everything went swimmingly, Aurora receiving gifts from everyone in the room.

The aqua-haired girl was chatting with Diavolo when a bright flash filled the room, causing some to exclaim in shock. The sound of glass breaking was heard, along with a grunt and thud. Once the flash subsided, another aqua-haired girl had landed in Diavolo’s arms. She wore a black sleeveless turtleneck with matching trousers and a belt, along with black heeled boots. Her hair was done in a low ponytail, and on her left shoulder and upper back was a large black tattoo with an obvious pact mark in the middle. Both Aurora and the mystery girl looked awfully similar, save for mystery girl’s darker shade of blue eyes. Aurora gawked at the sight, the others in the room also coming to their senses.

The girl in Diavolo’s arms also came to her senses, pushing herself out of his grasp and practically launching herself at Aurora. The demon lord watched the scene, Lucifer and Barbatos ready to pounce at the intruder. “‘Rora!” the girl cried, Aurora instinctively wrapping her arms around her to stabilize them. The two girls stumbled a bit, but Aurora bumping into Beel’s large body stopped them from toppling over. The demon looked at the two girls, a cake slice in hand as he watched curiously. “Celeste, what in the world are you doing here?!” Aurora cried, breaking the tense silence in the room.

Diavolo stopped Lucifer and Bartbatos from interrupting the girls, but motioned for them to stay on high alert. “Whaa..? How could I not see my dear twin sister on her very special day!” Celeste exclaimed, squeezing Aurora with her arms. Mammon visibly choked on his food, Solomon whacking Mammon’s back to assist him. Aurora sighed, shaking her head as she adjusted her grip on her sister. With how high the tension was, she wondered how she would be able to address the elephant in the room...

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