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thewritetofreespeech · 1 year

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hii! can you do a scenario about the obey me boys finding out MC wears glasses?

*insert anime glasses flash gif* it is done

Obey me + MC with Glasses

Lucifer

You rush down the hall, skipping as many steps as safely possible down the steps, to try and make it to the auditorium on time. A benchmark you were well past, but still holding out hope for.

You were supposed to meet Lucifer that morning, before school, to go over some of the details for the culture festival. But your alarm didn’t go off, and you had overslept, and now you were rushing to make up time.

“I’m here! I’m here!” The door made a loud clatter as you burst through it. Trying to catch your breath now that you had crossed the finish line.

“Your late.” Lucifer replied sternly. Apparently also cross. “Being on time is an important part of your commitments [Y/N]. It shows respect.”

“I know, I know.” You reply as you stood up straight. “I didn’t mean to. My alarm malfunctioned. It was an honest mistake.”

The eldest demon brother stared at you with a perplexed expression. “You’re wearing glasses.” He said finally. You which, you were very surprised, and nervously adjusted your frames out of habit.

“Y-Yeah. I am. I usually wear contacts, but I was in such a rush to get here I didn’t have time.”

Lucifer continued to stare at you for a moment before he smiled, “they look nice.” You blush at the compliment and fidget with your glasses again. “Despite that, please be on time for our next meeting. In contacts or glasses. You look nice either way, so your appearance is irrelevant as long as you’re here on time.”

“….thank you….” You supposed that was a compliment.

Mammon

“I’m gonna take one of these. One of these. Ooo…two of those.”

You walk behind Mammon with a grin as he went through the boutique like a kid in a candy store.

He’d just gotten paid from one of his new modeling gigs. Which meant that he was due for a reward, in his opinion. Which also meant that he was going to be broke again here in a few hours but….he was having fun.

“Oh hey, these are cute.” You turn towards the luxury eye wear display when a cute set of frames caught your eye.

Mammon seemed to pick up on your interest and came over. “What do you need those for?”

“Uh…to see…?” You reply as you try the frames on for size. Hmm….not a fit.

“You don’t wear glasses.” He replied with a know-it-all tone.

“Yes I do,” but he clearly didn’t know that. “I just usually contacts. Have you seriously never seen me in glasses?” You try on another pair and turn to him. Looking for his opinion. Mammon seemed so flustered though that he couldn’t get a word out.

“I-I…I knew that! I just meant…you don’t wear ‘em that often…so…so you don’t need new frames. But…if you really want those, I guess I’ll buy them for you. You should have only the best. To protect your eyes I mean!”

You giggle a little at Mammon’s floundering, and hand the frames back to the woman behind the counter to buy them. “Thank you Mammon.” You coo at him. The demon getting red at the tips of his ears as you continue shopping.

Levi

“I’m so excited we get to work on costume’s together [Y/N]!”

“Yeah! Me too!” You cheer along with Levi as you get ready to work. “It should be a fun performance. And the costumes that Asmo designed look really brilliant.”

Levi let out a small huff and crossed his arms. “I guess they’re ok. They don’t really capture the essence of the series though. Only the general design. Which is typical for a normie.”

You giggle at Levi’s otaku elitism. “Well, I’m sure your otaku love will pour into the costumes, and give them that flair that’s missing from the pictures.”

“Do you really think so [Y/N]?” He asked hopefully.

“Of course I do!” You said with encouragement. You then reach in your bag to pull out your glasses. “Ok! Let’s get to work.”

You looked over at Levi, who seemed stun into almost a petrified state. His blank expression just locked on you. “Levi? What’s wrong?”

After a long pause, he finally said, in a quiet voice, “….Hime-sama is wearing glasses…..”

“Oh, yeah. It’s a little easier to for me to see the stitch work with my glasses instead of my contacts. I thought you knew I wore glasses? I mean, I wear the color contacts for cosplay, and I’m really good at them. I thought that was a hint but….Levi!”

The demon had stopped listening halfway through your explanation as his nosebleed caused him to faint and pass out. Otaku Megane Overload.

Satan

Of course, everyone knew that Satan’s favorite thing to do was to read. Second to that was spending time with you.

He tried to deny it, that you were his priority, but you knew where you stood. You couldn’t beat the mythical love stories between pages. The bonds he had built over years with the characters in some of these books. But it was nice of him to act like you could.

In any event, you were both doing his favorite activities of spending time together and reading. If there had been a cat here, he could die a happy man.

“Could we turn up the light in here?” Satan looked up at your question perplexed. “It’s just that it’s kind of dark in here, which makes it kind of hard to see by candlelight.”

“Oh, I’m sorry.” Satan apologized. “I only have the candles unfortunately. I’ve never really liked modern lighting. It’s garish, and excess lighting can be damaging to the books. I can light more candles if it’s an issue.”

You sigh loudly, then rummage through your bag. “You and your gothic aesthetic.” You mutter as you put on your glasses, and tuck back in to reading.

“You wear glasses?” Satan asked. More perplexed than ever that he didn’t know that about you.

“Only when my eyes are strained, or lighting makes it difficult to see.”

The demon seemed torn between his desire not to bring you discomfort and his desire of finding something new about you. “Well, they look nice on you. They suit your face. Very…scholarly” He complimented.

“Thanks,” you reply, “that’s totally the look I was going for.”

You both chuckle for a moment before returning to your books. Spending the rest of the evening peacefully together.

Asmo

“[Y/N]-chaaaan!” Asmo called as he let himself into your room. “Are you ready to go?”

“In a second!” You call back from your closet. Merging a few minutes later with some different top options to try on. “I just need to pick out a shirt, shoes, and accessories, and then we can go.”

“So not done at all.” He bemoaned before shuffling over to your bed and dramatically flopping down on his back on top of the covers. “Oh well, I suppose beauty can’t be rushed.” There was a long pause, only the sound of the hangers in your hand clacking as you demoed each top, before Asmo popped up again. “Hey wait, are you wearing glasses?”

You turn to Asmo with a startled expression and touch your face. “Oh…yeah…” You forgot to take them off when he showed up. Usually you put your contacts in as part of your getting ready routine, but rushing around you forgot to take them off. Now Asmo knew your secret.

“Why didn’t you ever tell me?!” He asked. Bounding off the bed and over to you. “Think of all the accessory options we have now! Plus, they look super cute on you.”

“I…I thought you’d make fun of me for wearing glasses.”

“Why in Devildom would I do that?” He asked. Seeming genuinely confused. Like it was never a thought to make fun of someone for their glasses, or hair color, or anything else about them. That just showed how beautiful of a person Asmo really was.

“Yeah, your right.” You agree. Adjusting your frames with a small smile. “You know what, I’m gonna wear them today. This will be a lot faster too. Let me finish getting ready and I’ll meet you in the lobby.”

“Oh~!” Asmo beamed, before leaning in to give you a peak on the cheek and wait for you downstairs.

Beel

It was your turn on kitchen duty tonight, and you were trying a new recipe you found online.

“Ok…a pinch of salt….6 harlequin leaves….fire moss….”

“Hey [Y/N], you need some help?” Beel asked as he came into the kitchen.

“No! Out!” The demon stopped, like a startled deer, as you yelled at him and pointed for the door. “Last time you ‘helped’ you ate all my ingredients, raw, and broke two bowls. You can’t help me this time Beel.”

Beel hung his head and shoulders a little at being scolded. Looking like a sad, wounded puppy with it’s tail between his legs. “Ok [Y/N], I’m sorry. I just wanted to help….”

You sigh heavily, feeling bad now, and call to him before he could make it to the door. “Wait Beel. I’m sorry. You can help.” The redhead immediately perked up and came over. “But no eating the ingredients.”

Beel nodded enthusiastically as he posted up beside you. “What are you making?”

“This new recipe I found on Devilgram.” You show him your phone with a picture of the final result, and he already started to drool. “But it’s a little complicated. No like…complicated, complicated. The instructions are easy. Just precise. So it’s hard to-“You’re wearing glasses.”

You stop your rambling when Beel cut in. Having put your glasses back on your nose as you were talking. “Oh. Yeah. I don’t need them all the time, but the font is really small on my phone. Helps to see it a bit better.”

“Can I try them?” The tried-and-true question of all non-glasses wearers.

You take them off and hand them to Beel. He carefully took them in both hands and put them on. “How do I look?”

Your immediate thought was ‘cute’, but you decided to go with, “very distinguished.” Which made Beel’s chest puff up. “Now, give those back so I can read the recipe. Or we’ll never have dinner ready.” He immediately handed them back.

Belphie

You opened your eyes with a flutter. Confused where you were for a moment before you let out a groan. Realizing you had fallen asleep.

“Belphie get up.” You urge in a groggy tone and give the demon a nudge. “We fell asleep.”

“Uh, yeah.” Belphie replied before breaking into a yawn. “It’s kind of my thing.”

You sigh and roll over to the edge of the bed. “Ok. We were only out for an hour. So we still have time to study before we head downstairs for dinner.”

“Are you wearing glasses?”

You stop as you realize you had gone through your morning routine without thinking about it. Putting on your glasses before you get started for the day. “Yeah. What about it?”

Belphie reached out and carefully took your glasses from your face. Trying them on. “Oh wow. You can’t see at all.” He stated as his eyes adjust to the frames. “Like…not see at all. How do you not run into more stuff?”

“I’m not blind!” You argue.

“Barely.” He retorted, and gave you your glasses back. “Ugh. Now I have a headache. I’m gonna lay down for another hour until it passes.”

“Belphie, no! We have to get up and study. The test is in two days and we need to…..” He was already snoring half-way through your speech. Pinning you down with his arm across your waist.

You sigh again, then pull out your textbook. If you were going to be trapped, might as well make use of the time.

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bleubrri · 2 years

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۪۪۫۫ ༄ؘ ˑ ᴛᴇꜱᴛ ᴅʀɪᴠᴇ. ᴄᴀʀ ꜱᴀʟᴇꜱᴍᴀɴ!ᴊᴇᴀɴ x ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

༄ؘ contains: afab!reader, fem&black coded, swearing, petnames (angel, pretty girl), absolutely flawless car knowledge that everyone should tell nia is spot on, fingering, cunnilingus, car sex, vaginal sex, unprotected-ish sex (reader’s on birth control but no condom), creampie, begging, reader and jean being needy and desperate, a little spit, cervix fucking, cockwarming, dumbification.

༄ؘ wc: 4.3k🫠

༄ؘ a/n: not proofread

jean’s still a rookie on his probation period, but he’s quickly become the star of the Paradis branch.

trained under levi, his charisma, confidence and stellar smile has cars getting swiped up by anyone and everyone. he enjoys it, it’s invigorating, being able to persuade people into making such a commitment. customers trust him and he never steers them wrong. the branch manager erwin has personally voiced his confidence in the apprentice, even hinting at a permanent position in the next quarter. newly weds, first time car owners, new parents–– not to be cocky or anything, but he’s never encountered someone he can’t make a sale to.

that is until you walk in.

tight denim skirt the size of a goddamn belt that draws attention to your plush thighs, fuzzy pastel crop top with matching lilac nails and chunky white platforms that elongate your legs. jean thinks the only thing you might be missing is a halo.

his pen hovers over the documents he’s signing as he stares at you making your way towards his desk. there’s an audible sound to his gulp that he internally cringes at and he blinks up at you as you shuffle on your feet. you smell sweet, like vanilla and candyfloss, and he finds himself unable to pay attention to anything except the plush of your glossed lips. would they taste just as sweet as you smell? would they be soft against his own, or dragging over his skin? he licks his lips and tries to swallow down the lust that he threatens to choke on— how the fuck is he supposed to focus long enough to sell you a car?

your mouth’s moving–– shit you’re talking to him––and he forces himself to meet your eyes and clears his throat.

“sorry–– what, uh, what was it you’re looking for?”

you smile, and he loves the way your cheeks round as your lips pull up. car models that he thinks would suit you run through his brain: the new mini resolute edition was cute, maybe the mercedes GLA-Class or a tesla if your budget allowed for it. he was prepared to offer you a few other suggestions if you were just browsing.

“a C8 chevy corvette.” you say without hesitation.

his brows shoot up in surprise, “a stingray?” a woman after his own heart.

“that’s the one.” you beam, flashing him your pearly teeth. he can almost feel them grazing his pulse and nibbling his earlobe and sinking into the sensitive meat of his thigh. with the heavy way you’re looking at him you’d think his wildly unprofessional thoughts were seeping out of his brain and diffusing into yours.

jean clears his throat again and gathers the papers on his desk, trying to shove them into a drawer while not tearing his eyes from you, “i can show you the models we carry if you’ll follow me?” he rises from his desk and swears your eyes flick over his tall figure.

“that’d be great, thank you.” you say, tucking a cute little curl behind your ear.

he gestures for you to follow him around the back of his office and leads you to the warehouse for the luxury cars. the gentle echo of your platforms on the polished floors bounces off of the high ceilings and exaggerates the awkward silence between you. it’s at least a few more minutes of walking before the chevrolet section, though at this rate it feels like it’s shaping up to be a two day hike’s worth of stiff tension.

jean finds himself wanting to ask you questions that’re entirely too intimate for a stranger he’ll probably have the pleasure of interacting with for an hour or so, and so fights the urge to ask your favourite flower or preferred restaurants, instead choosing to cling to his professionalism, “any thoughts on the style you’d like yet? or do you have a colour in mind––”

before he can even finish his sentence jean sees your eyes light up as you nod feverently.

“god, i’m so excited!” you gush, “y’know when a cars just sexy? I saw the racing version on the speedway and thought i’d check out the sports models— double wishbone suspension, torque at over five thousand resolutions per minute and zero to sixty in 2.9 seconds? i mean come the fuck on.” you’re grinning as you babble about the cars schematics in a level of detail that takes the salesman completely aback. you’re listing the pros and cons of the zo6 performance version when your smile falters and you glance at jean’s surprised expression.

“sorry,” you laugh wearily and crack your knuckles, “i probably sound like a know-it-all don’t i? you literally sell cars––”

“no, no.” jean cuts you off and reassures you, “it’s.. refreshing actually. usually people have no idea what they’re looking for. you really know your stuff.” he smiles as you approach the arch that marks the beginning of the chevrolet section. “you’re doing half my job for me.”

his compliments seem to put you more than at ease as you give him a honeyed smile, “well we can’t have that. gonna have to find a way to put you to work, pretty boy.” the wink that you flash him makes his teeth crack under the pressure that he grits them with. his dress shoes squeak against the marble floor as he falters in his step, but when you catch a glimpse of the first car–– an orange coloured convertible–– you don’t seem to notice as your excitement steals your attention away from him.

jean suddenly feels uncomfortably hot despite the heavily air-conditioned warehouse. you’ve strode ahead and are standing in front of the rows of brightly coloured sports cars, eyes flickering here and there, taking in every detail. and when you bend down to observe the royal blue coupe that has its hood popped for display, jean feels his dick twitch in his slacks at the flash of your lacy, violet panties. saliva pools in his mouth at the outline of your pussy straining against the fabric.

“what’cha think?”

“I–– what?” he asks, readjusting his tie and forcing his eyes to meet yours as you look over your shoulder. you have to know what you’re doing to him.

“gorgeous colour hm?” you ask, and he’s not entirely sure you’re talking about the car. he nods quickly, choosing to stay silent in fear of choking on his spit.

you chuckle and seem to take mercy on him, standing up and continuing down the line of cars. “it’s a little obnoxious though.”

“aren’t all sports cars inherently obnoxious?”

you laugh at the bluntness of his quip. “hey, you’re supposed to be trying to sell me one of these!” he’d probably sell you his soul to hear you laugh again. “still, maybe something a little more subtle. i think i’ll know it when i see it.”

the next 10 minutes are spent with you musing over the perfect colour for your dream car, and jean trying to ignore now good your ass looks in that skirt. you’ve gotten about two thirds of the way through the cars on offer when you do a double take and your eyes land on a carbon grey hardtop convertible nestled in the corner.

“oh, yeah.”

your eyes are almost glittering as you take in the vehicle, your fingers hovering over the hood as if you’re afraid you’ll break this 500 horsepower monster of a car. there’s something endearing about how unfiltered you are, how unbridled you show your clear passion for cars.

“i think we have a winner.” he says, and you nod, grinning silently. he opens the driver’s side door and gestures for you to get in, telling you he’ll be–– “right back with the keys and we can take it for a test drive.” before jogging back towards his office to log into the system which car is being taken out and fetching the keys from levi.

his superior’s brows raise as he retrieves the keys for jean, “this for the girl that came in?”

“yes sir.”

levi hums lowly, “play your cards right, kirstein, this is a big one. treat her nice.”

“uh, yes sir.” is all that jean is able to offer in response. he supposes he never thought about the fact that you’re set on purchasing a hundred thousand dollar car with no persuasion on his behalf.

the shorter man just rolls his eyes and shoves the keys into his apprentice’s hand, seating himself back at his desk. levi was clearly encouraging jean to finalise the sale, it would definitely be enough to secure himself as a permanent member of the sales team, but jean can’t help but hear his superior’s words echo in his mind as he wanders back to you.

treat her nice.

god, he’d treat you more than nice if you’d let him.

as he ducks into the corner where the car is, he’s met with the sight of you fumbling around your seat, bottom lip jutted out in frustration and a frown ghosting across your pretty features.

“everything okay?” he asks.

apparently you’d only just registered his reappearance, “oh! yeah just.. tryna figure out how to adjust the seat so i can actually drive this thing.” you huff.

jean chuckles, and before he can really think about it he’s ducking his head into the car and hovering over you, reaching his hand to the button down the side and shifting your seat back a few inches. your intoxicating scent invades his senses again and he’s so close that he can feel the warmth from your breath fan over his lips when he turns his head to face you.

“better?” he asks, his mouth a whisper away from your own. your eyes don’t leave his lips when you nod and reply, “better.” not that he would notice given that his own line of vision is also fixated on yours. it takes everything in him not to indulge in a kiss, pulling away to shut your door and walk around to the passenger side.

he tries to sharpen his words enough to cut through the thick tension, his brain on autopilot as he describes the interior of the car and it’s technology in his best salesman voice. he rounds off his speech by going over the hotspot and bluetooth features.

“so, yeah, feel free to play something while you drive. i want you to be as comfortable as possible.” that last part probably wasn’t needed, but he couldn’t help himself.

there’s a slight smirk on your lips as your fingers tap across your phone screen to open spotify. you select a playlist and jean finds himself laughing at your choice for the first song. shut up and drive bursts through the speakers and you’re grinning as you hold out your hands for the keys. jean rolls his eyes at you playfully and lets his hand linger in yours for a second too long, revelling at how small they look in his own.

you twist the keys in the ignition and the car roars to life. you glance over at him, unable to contain the grin on your face, and he directs you out of the warehouse and to the main gates. the chorus of the song begins to pick up as you cross the threshold out of the branch, revving the engine and laughing giddily.

“what happened to not being obnoxious?” jean asks, raising an eyebrow.

“sue me.” you say, manoeuvring the car past the gates. “let’s have some fun.”

the branch is in a pretty remote location, just off of a large motorway that’s often pretty sparse. it doesn’t take long before you’re merging onto the main road and letting your foot fall heavier onto the accelerator. there’s a crescendo to the hum of the engine as the needle of the dial shoots to the right, the digital indicator of your speed on the screen blinking with numbers as you rapidly approach the speed limit. it’s mid afternoon and the roads are pretty clear, so jean sits back and watches you enjoy the perks of what he’s sure is soon to be your car.

after the adrenaline rush of zipping down the road at an impressive speed begins to wear off, you exit the motorway and begin weaving through the backroads, getting a real feel of what the cars like to drive at more normal speeds.

you tap the screen on the console to open the sunroof and the breeze immediately has your hair wafting around you. jean is lost in trying to pinpoint exactly what scents your hair products have to contain (coconut? and…maybe bergamot?) when he realises that you’re about to pass the parking lot of the nearby shipping company.

“hey why don’t you pull in here?” he gestures to the sign, “it’s closed on sundays but you could still try parking up, just to get a feel for it?”

you nod in agreement and turn the wheel, entering the vastly empty carpark. a new song begins to play just as your backing into a space, often by the weeknd in bold lettering across the console screen. he quickly decides to make conversation as you turn off the car.

“so, thoughts?” he asks, patting the dashboard.

“it’s perfect.” you say, and jean tries to focus on your words instead of the explicit nature of the song playing around you.

“i really appreciate your help, jean.” you say, bringing your hand over to rest on his fucking thigh and squeezing. his eyes flick to yours and he stutters out how he–– “barely did anything to help.” licking his lips.

a breathy, amused little hum escapes you and you catch your bottom lip between your teeth. your hand is still resting on his thigh as you lean onto him, whispering,

“still, i’d love to show you how grateful i am.” as your hand creeps higher up his thigh. he groans as you palm at his clothed cock, and his breath hitches when your lithe fingers stroke over his concealed tip. his blunt nails are digging into the leather of the seat and he’s going to ruin your goddamn car if he doesn’t get his hands on you.

he grabs your wrist and for a split second your heart drops and you think you’ve gravely misread the signals. you’re about to start apologising profusely when he brings your hand to his lips and kisses your knuckles.

“please,” his lips trail over your palm, “god, please let me touch you.” he asks, pressing a kiss to the inside of your wrist.

and that’s all it takes for the tension to snap.

your lips crash into his and your hands find their way into the hair at the nape of his neck. you’re not close enough for jean’s liking, and even with his brain foggy with desire he seems to communicate his needs semi-effectively, his long arms circling around your waist until his palms rest on the back of your thighs, coaxing you to clumsily climb over the centre console and onto his lap. he groans into your mouth when you catch his bottom lip between your teeth and roll your hips to grind down onto the growing tent in his pants. he doesn’t care about hiding his eagerness as he chases your mouth when you pull away, making a laugh bubble in your chest. he settles for latching onto your neck, determined to suck a mark deep enough to match the purple of your panties.

“you don’t wanna–– mmph–– move to the back?” you manage as he sinks his canines into a particularly sensitive spot along the column of your throat.

“in a minute..” he mumbles against your skin, preoccupied with getting his first taste of you. he wants to savour it, but you’re offering yourself up to him on a silver fucking platter and he’ll be damned if he isn’t going to indulge to his hearts content. he lets himself be greedy, sliding a hand under your shirt to graze your nipple through your bra with the pad of his thumb until it perks under his touch. his other hand wanders beneath your skirt, pushing the denim up to your hips. intense brown eyes meet yours as jean discovers that you’ve practically soaked through the fabric of your panties. his touch is gentle, exploratory over your covered folds as he applies just enough pressure to your clit to provide some relief.

“you clearly enjoyed all that teasing you were doing hm?” he mutters, watching your eyes fall shut as you grind against his fingers. he supposes he wasn’t really expecting an answer, choosing to focus on pulling more infatuating little noises from you. the fruits of his labour are music to his ears when he pushes your panties aside and dips a long finger into your dripping cunt and you sing for him. he runs the pad of his finger along your satin walls and brushes against that sensitive spot inside you, making your head fall onto his shoulder as you shiver in pleasure. he presses his lips to your temple as he slides in a second appendage, the tightness of your cunt making him release a broken moan.

“d’you know how perfect you are?” he asks, rhythmically thrusting his digits in and out of your sweltering core. his large palm cups your entire pussy and you mindlessly grind against the heel of it, feeling the telltale coil in your stomach tightening.

“you’re like a fucking angel.” he breaths, curling his fingers to bring you closer to your high. whimpers float into his ears and his brain feels like it’s been steeped in liquid oxy. you manage to lift your head from the crook of his neck to seek out the heat of his mouth. jean runs his tongue along your bottom lip and your mouth parts for him, to which he responds with immediately sucking on your tongue. he drinks down your moans that taste like heaven, delights in your mewls that are doused in ecstasy.

he could cum like this. your thighs caging in his hips, knuckle deep in your cunt and dizzy with arousal. the strain in his pants is becoming harder to ignore, but jean would rather be struck down from the divine powers above than miss the opportunity to make you cum right now. it doesn’t take much longer either, a few more calculated pumps of his fingers and sinful whispers in your ear and you blossom for him, pussy clenching round his digits as he works you through your orgasm. your chest’s still heaving when he retracts his hand and brings it to his lips, gossamer strands of your slick melting like honey on his tongue. it’s such an erotic sight— his hair a little mussed and eyes scrunched closed in bliss as he moans around his fingers at the taste of you.

you already feel fucked out, but you’re eager to feel more of him. jean seems to be on the same page as he delves back in for a bruising kiss. you can taste your essence mixing with the sweet taste of his mouth. he pants against your lips, resting his forehead on yours.

“please let me fuck you. let me–– fuck–– i wanna be inside you. wanna feel your sweet little pussy.” his voice is hoarse and laced with desperation and it has you clenching around nothing in anticipation.

you’re nodding eagerly, slurring out “backseat.” against his lips. he fumbles for the door handle as you slide off of his lap and climb across the console and through the middle of the front seats.

in an instant your back meets the plush leather and jean’s tall frame is crawling on top of you. the back door slams shut as your lips reconnect, but it’s a brief reunion as he positions himself between your thighs. you whine in protest, trying to cup his jaw and bring him back to you, but he peppers a sloppy trail of kisses along your inner thigh, whispering, “just a taste, angel.” as he watches in awe as a string of your arousal tethers you to the fabric as he slides your panties past your ankles. his eyes roll back when his tongue slides past your entrance, the heady scent of your arousal and perfect friction from your landing strip making pre leak from his tip uncontrollably.

oh yeah he could definitely cum like this. in fact, his balls are starting to tighten as he licks you clean. you’re writhing underneath him and he has to keep his palms firmly on your hips to keep you from bucking them.

“jean, please.” you whimper, and it’s so full of adoration that he can’t possible deny you any longer. his tie is already hanging loosely, only needing a slight tug from your nimble fingers to fall to the floor. you’re undoing the buttons of his shirt to expose his toned abdomen while he fiddles to undo the buckle of his belt and shove his slacks down to his knees. he shoves his boxers down while you pull your top over your head and your mouth goes dry at the sight of him, mushroom coloured tip with a slit that glistens with pre and full, heavy balls that are just waiting to be sucked on. not to mention he’s fucking hung.

still, you don’t waste any time, wrapping your legs round his waist and gliding your slick folds along his length.

“shit–– are you ready?” he asks and you don’t hesitate to answer, “god, yes.” running your hands up his chest and grazing over his nipples, making him shudder.

he’s slow to sheathe himself inside you, every inch of him puncturing your rings of muscle with a delicious stretch that has you mewling. your thighs are trembling once his hips are flush with yours and you lock you ankles around his waist, your heels digging into his lower back. he gives a few experimental rolls of his hips and circles your clit with the pad of his thumb to try and put you at ease. you melt underneath him and your moans synchronise behind the tinted glass as he begins to move.

he sets a pace that has you clenching and groaning, digging your manicured nails into the thin fabric of his shirt. “there you go, there you go that’s it.” he says, pleased that he was able to relax you. your hips lift off of the seat to try and meet his thrusts, the wet sound of skin slapping against skin harmonising with your playlist that continues to play in the background.

you’re so lost in pleasure that the leather beneath you starts to feel like clouds. jean seems to sense it, lowering his head to kiss along your cheeks. “you gonna let me do the work pretty girl? let me make you cum.” he breaths. you’re convinced that if your head lolled to the side you’d start drooling, so you have no qualms in letting him take the reigns.

gently, he untangle your ankles from behind him and throws them over his shoulders. his palms are warm as they splay across the backs of you thighs, and you almost scream his name when he continues to move, the new angle allowing his fevered tip to brush against your cervix with each thrust. the delicate curve of his shaft makes it feel like he’s in your fucking throat and tears threaten to spill over your lashline.

you watch with glassy eyes as jean cranes his neck and somehow manages to spit directly on your clit, pulling back the hood and smearing it until the puffy little bundle of nerves glistens with his saliva. with the work of his expert fingers and sinfully deep thrusts of his sharp hips, you’re coming undone. your cunt clamps down on him and he very nearly crashes over the edge with you.

“shit, shit––” he swears, beginning to pull out of your dripping sex. it startles him to feel your ankles in an iron lock around his waist once more.

“pill. pill.” you’re mumbling. “‘m on the pill, it’s fine. please jus’–– inside, inside jean, please.” he doesn’t even get a second to appreciate your adorable babbling before his eyes are rolling back and his dick twitches in red hot pleasure, releasing hot ropes of his seed into the depths of your cunt. he surprises himself with how much he cums, painting your walls in a thick white and letting a strained groan slip out of his mouth at the sight of it dribbling from your hole onto the dark leather. the scent of sex, the black ice air freshener dangling from the mirror and your lingering sweetness fills the car and jean doesn’t think he’s ever experienced something so mouthwatering.

he’s not quite ready to leave the comforting heat of your core just yet, cautiously resting his weight on top of you. you seem to like it, wrapping your arms around him and placing a chaste kiss to the corner of his mouth. it’s so tender, so intimate, that jean finds his face heating up, as if he’s not got his softening dick inside of you. you’re nuzzling into his neck and mumbling something that he can’t make out.

“what’s that, angel?” he asks, determined to make the highly appropriate nickname stick.

“said i’m not gonna be able to drive this car without thinking about you now.”

maybe it’s the post orgasmic bliss that has his mouth moving before he can think. “i can fuck you somewhere else if that’d help?”

you laugh, a wholesome, hearty laugh that pulls at his heartstrings and makes him smile.

“i’m serious!” he grins, kissing along your jawline. “we’ve gotta go back and get your paperwork sorted anyway..” he’s only half serious, expecting you to giggle and brush him off, so his heart stutters when you answer.

“okay.” you say, brushing the hair sticking to his forehead back.

“wait really?”

“definitely.” you smile, leaning in to peck at his lips. “one condition though.” you mumble against him.

“anything.” he whispers and god does he mean it.

“you let me take a few more laps first.”

he chuckles and rolls his eyes exaggeratedly, returning to the sweetness of your mouth. “sold.”

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luci-is-a-bitch-x3x · 5 months

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Obey Me! Brothers react to: Mc turning into their sheep form to comfort the brother when he's upset.

Lucifer's, Mammon's, Leviathan's, Satan's, Asmodeus's (you are here), Beelzebub's, & Belphegor's reactions.

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Welcome! to another part of this adventure! The characters may not be how you imagine! I apologize for any poor jokes, bad spelling, and terrible grammar. Without further ado, please enjoy the content. ♡

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Asmodeus's Reaction

Asmodeus cries frequently, sometimes its just him being dramatic, sometimes his crying is warranted, no matter why Asmo's crying he never fails to mention how beautiful he looks while crying. Asmo will sometimes fake cry for attention, no actual tears so he doesn't ruin his make up, but sometimes he'll purposely cry tears just so his mascara while smear. It adds to the dramatic effect. When Asmo's being dramatic he can "cry" over anything: mc accidently hit him? He's already bawling his eyes out. No attention from anyone? He can make up a reason after he starts crying. Asmo has been found a couple of times crying because of how beautiful he is. However, Asmo does actually cry sometimes, over things that are completely fair to cry over. Sometimes he cries due to stress, sometimes he cries due to past memories or mistakes. Asmo is usually cheerful but he does have his occasional self reflecting sad moments. They dont last as long as some of his brothers do, Levi, but they still happen. He usually goes back to being his cheerful self obsessed self again soon after!

The first time Mc finds Asmo crying and he's not being dramatic is not suprising but also is surprising, if that makes sense. Asmo had been doing a lot of things recently: lots of fashion designs to make, lots of modeling, and student council work! Mc knew this and figured he may be stressed, so they headed over to his room with the intent to help. Mc knocks on the door and when they dont get a reply they almost leave, but they can hear sobbing through the door. Mc knocks again before slowly entering Asmo's room, Mc sees Asmo laying on his bed face first crying into his pillow. Asmo looks up when Mc enters the room, he quickly sits up and turns to face Mc. "MC!!" Asmo screeches with a tear stained face. The sudden yelling suprises Mc and they next thing they know there's a *poof* and Mc turns into their sheep form. Asmo gasps when he sees Sheep Mc and then he squeals at the sight of the adorable Sheep. Asmo quickly stands and scoops Sheep Mc up into his arms so he can hug them, and then he takes them to his bed for cuddles, his upset attitude already seems to be improving just by having Mc around.

Sheep Mc doesn't have to do much to comfort Asmo, they just need to stay with him and listen to him rant. Asmo may pet Sheep Mc but he perfers to hug them tightly, not killer hugs like a certain someone, Asmo just finds hugging them more comforting then petting them. When Sheep Mc first starts comforting Asmo, the hug will be tighter than it will be once he's calmed down a little, while Asmo is upset he may cry into Sheep Mc's wool like someone would a pillow. Gross ik but like what can yah do. After calming down a little he'll finally rant to Mc for a bit. Something along the lines of "I keep making new designs for the accessories, but none of them are as perfect as me!" Asmo is seriously stressing, if it is going to have his name on it, then it has to be perfect. This is probably one of the times when Mc realizes that being a perfectionist can be overwhelming and stressful. Talking about why he was upset probably upsets him again, Sheep Mc probably has to comfort him all over again.

Asmo enjoys being comforted by Sheep Mc but he also enjoys Mc comforting him in their human form. He doesn't really care what form their in just as long as its Mc comforting him. After Mc cheers him up, it doesn't matter what form they stay in to him. If Mc decides to go back to their human form he'll make sure to at least get one picture of them as a sheep before the turn back. If Mc decides to stay as a sheep, then they'll do the normal things they do with Asmo, taking pictures for Devilgram, dressing up, gossiping. Asmo's Devilgram is definitely full of pictures of him and Sheep Mc by the end of the day.

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upsidedownwithsteve · 1 year

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The First Day Of Christmas

Steve Harrington x fem!reader [1.3K]

“Babe,” Steve’s voice was soft, coaxing. “C’mon, can we just pick one? It’s freezing.”

It was sweet, the way Steve called you ‘babe,’ the way he tried not to grumble too much, the way he pressed his hand to the small of your back.

‘Cause you weren’t exactly together, weren’t really dating — not yet anyway. It was that in-between stage, slightly awkward at times, always flirty, way too touchy, that butterfly stage, that flushed cheeks, bright eyes, soft smiles kinda stage.

More than best friends, just missing the official title, the first date, the first kiss. And you were okay with waiting, ‘cause you’d realised early on that despite Steve’s willingness to flirt and smirk and crack bad jokes, the more you got to know him, the more scared he was to completely give in to falling in love again.

Besides, Robin once told you that a group of Sports Illustrated models could walk in mid shift and Steve would still be staring longingly at the phone, wondering when you’d call.

So yeah, you were okay with waiting… and being called sweet names and being touched all softly.

“It’s not that cold, Steve,” you lied. You sniffed and blinked, eyes a little watery and nose numb from the chill but you needled your arm through the boy’s and led him through the makeshift forest. “I won’t be long, I promise.”

So Steve followed, mainly because you were so close and he could feel you brush up against his side, even through the thick layer of his sweater and coat. Plus you looked too cute, far too adorable to ever say no to. Bobble hat wiggling when you moved, your scarf - his scarf - trailing too long down your front, a wine red colour and knitted by El and Joyce.

The parking lot of the town hall had been made into a Christmas market for the holidays, a collection of tiny huts and stalls that sold hot cider and chocolate, too big pretzels and warm doughnuts, covered with sticky sugar. The candles that Mrs Peterson was selling made everything smell like cinnamon and clove, candied apples and mulled wine.

Then there was the tree farm, off to the side, a small jungle of evergreens that added to the cacophony of scents, the air all spruce, fir and pine. They were stacked by size, some as small as three feet, others stretching up to twelve.

You’d looked at those first, the huge, bushy pine trees that had scattered needles at their bases and Steve had snorted and shook his head as he dragged you away.

“That’s not fitting in your house, sweetheart, never mind on the top of my car.”

So you’d spent the last forty minutes pursuing each tree that was left, eyes bright as you inspected their branches, their trunks for stability and even going as far as to shake them a little too energetically, turning to Steve with a solemn expression to explain:

“Hopper says you gotta check for rogue squirrels.”

But now it was late, the sun setting too quick in December and nighttime started at four o’clock. The dark sky brought stars and the moon and a new kind of chill in the air that made your breath linger, your ears numb, your feet sore.

It was the kind of night where Steve wanted to be at home, as empty as it was, with the fire roaring and some kind of hot drink in his hand, definitely wearing some soft sweatpants rather than his Levi’s which were stiff with the cold.

And maybe, just maybe, after he dropped off your chosen tree in your garage, he could tempt you back to his for a movie and some popcorn. A date that wasn’t really a date, only because he was still too scared to call it as such. Steve liked you, really, really liked you and it was as terrifying as it was exhilarating. ‘Cause you turned to him with flushed cheeks and wide, bright eyes, glittering with excitement.

“What about this one?” You were holding the branch of a short, fat fir tree — it was the perfect green but the circumference of the thing was impossibly wide.

Steve grimaced, head tilting this way and that as he examined your choice. The salesman was lingering, edging in closer like he could smell the dollar signs amongst the chestnuts and candy canes. Steve glared at him.

“I don’t know, it’s a little… stumpy, no?” Steve tried not to grin when you huffed, offended for the tree. “I don’t think it’ll fit, babe, you won’t be able to move around the damn thing.”

And then it began again, tugging Steve by his cold hand around the lines of trees, expressing interest in all the ones that were too big and too tall and too expensive. So when the edges of the sidewalks started to crystallise, icing over with silver glass, Steve stood too close behind you and hooked his chin on your shoulder.

His cheeks were rosy, nose a little pink and it was freezing when he nudged it to your cheek. You squeaked but didn’t try to hide from it, welcoming every part of his closeness, cold skin be damned.

“How much longer?” He pouted. Steve really hated being cold. “What do I have to do to make you pick the next tree you see, huh?”

You smiled, body warming despite the cold ‘cause Steve made it sound so much more salacious than the words needed to be.

You turned, cheek pressed to his until you could see his lashes out of the corner of your eye, the pink of his lips, until his aftershave stayed on your coat for the rest of evening.

“Depends what you’re offering, Harrington,” you replied.

It was too easy to flirt, especially when Steve was as pretty as he was. It wasn’t new, the teasing tones, the scandalous words, the way you both looked at each other, yearning, wanting. But what Steve said next? That was very, very new.

“I’ll give you a kiss,” it was whispered, sweet words pressed to the apple of your cheek, like a secret, like a promise. And then, even softer, a little less sure sounding, “if you want.”

You turned, eyes wide, searching Steve’s. You looked for the humour there, the joke you expected to see but the boy was looking nervous and serious, lips bitten and parted, cheeks pink from more than the cold.

“Yeah?” You asked and it sounded like ‘it’s time?’

“Yeah,” Steve answered and it sounded like ‘I’m sorry I kept you waiting.’

You picked the next tree you saw, rounding the corner to see a sad looking pine, too skinny, a little lopsided but you grinned and paid the man the twenty dollars he asked for, ignoring his strange look, ‘cause all you could see was the way Steve was grinning, lighting up the night brighter than summer itself.

You almost forgot about the tree. Walking away without it, laughing a little too loudly when Steve ran back for it and starting dragging the poor thing across the parking lot. And when he finally wrestled it onto the roof of his car, ropes strapping it down a little haphazardly, he turned to you and couldn’t help but grin.

You didn’t speak, neither did he. But you moved like it was choreographed, like you knew what to do, like you could read each other perfectly after waiting for so long. You leaned in, pushed up on your toes and Steve ducked down, hands clasping your cold cheeks, his colder fingers pushed to your jaw and you heard his little sigh before his lips met yours — the softest sound, relief, anticipation, happiness.

He tasted like peppermint hot chocolate, candy canes and Christmas, and his lips were so much warmer than the rest of him.

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jackson-otto · 1 year

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Out of context Obey Me quotes

Satan: "You're such a flip-flopper."

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Mammon: " I'm a model, not a murderer."

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Simeon: "Did he discover a new kink?"

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Levi: "W-well, well, look who decided to show up. It's the sneaky fiend who used his influence to recruit all the strong players!"

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MC: "FIGHT FIGHT FIGHT "

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Belphie: "Ah, MC took my prey."

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Lucifer: "Why don't we pretend they never existed. They'll be our dark little secret."

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Asmo: "Honestly, it should be illegal to be this beautiful."

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Beel: "What's a French pastry doing here in the bathroom?"

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Diavolo: "Luke is such a ray of light."

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Barbatos: " Lord Diavolo has commented that I'm a walking tea encyclopedia."

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Luke: "I want to be taller than Lord Diavolo!"

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Solomon: "...You'll have to kiss me again. For science."

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sparkbeast20 · 1 year

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The curse of Fade to Black

Warning: implied/suggestion of sex but no actual smut.

Mammon got exited when you and he are about to do it.

He was grinning like the smug demon he was. However, when he was laying on bed with you straddling over his hips. You bend down and capture his lips and soon fade to black.

The next thing he saw was you snuggle into his side while he felt exhausted. Did he pass out or something? He feels like you and he did it last night but he doesn't remember any of it.

He whimper because he is completely clueless about the night you to had.

Sadly, Mammon wasn't the only one affect by this. It was Satan's turn with you. Of course it started with a lovely date which lead to him taking you to his room.

He didn't bother taking your clothes off and his. He just drove in for a kiss and soon fade to black.

The next thing he woke up to was you on top of him, your face nuzzles into the crook of his neck while your arms wrap around his torso, both of you are naked.

The next person who experience this was Beel. It started innocently, making a dessert in the kitchen before it turn to a heated make out session with you kissing him while you're siting on top of the counter. But it fade to black and Beel woke up in his room with him cradling your sleeping form. He didn't remember taking you back to his room.

The next brother who experience this was Levi. You were modeling a new costume he made for an upcoming date he planned for you two. Before he pull you into a make out scene with him on his gaming chair and you straddling on his lap. Yet again fade to black.

Levi woke up in his tub bed with a gasps before feeling you hugging him from the side. He blinked and try to recall happened last night. As soon he realize that he has no memory about it and all his encouragement that night was all for nothing cause Levi to tear up and curse himself.

Next was Lucifer who had his intention clear that he's going to have you and you two will enjoy it.

But alas just like what happened with the other brothers. As soon things were getting good. Fade to black and soon Lucifer woke up by the sound of his shower being uses and he was feeling exhausted. He couldn't believe it. He doesn't remember what happened.

Belphie has his night with next and it started off with a simple night picnic at the planetarium. The he makes him move and start kissing you gently pushing you down onto the blanket. Then fade to black.

The woke up in his bed in the attic with you sleeping soundly next to him, hugging his cow pillow. The looks over and saw he left hickeys all over you, mimic his demon marking. He groan while aggresively scratching his head in frustration.

He doesn't remember the sex you to had.

Last was Asmo. He heard Mammon whining about this and he laughs and tells his brother that they were just being baby. Before procced to prepare his night with you.

It was romantic as it should. We are talking about Asmo here. However Asmo got the worse because as soon he pull you in his room. That when the dread fade to black happened. He woke up, jolted into a sitting poisition before turning his sights on you, who was sleeping soundly beside him.

He smile, gets out of bed and makes his out of his room with only his bedsheet covering his body. He reach the dinning room where all the other brothers are and eating their breakfast and stood there for a second before letting out a cry and wail then dropped down on his knees.

"WHAT'S HAPPENING!!?!!?"

"The fuck I know! But I do know that we have to put a stop to it!" Mammon answer.

"Yes, I couldn't agree more" Mammon jump from his seat when Barbatos and Diavolo appear at the end of the table. "Of course this was a personal thing. But when I notice the young master being gloom the morning after he had with MC. I knew I wasn't the only one. And it seem that it has affected all seven of you as well."

All of the brothers turn to see Diavolo frowning. Before turning their attention back to Barbatos.

"It couldn't be MC, they said that they remember all of it." Satan interject

"I... pretend to know but I didn't have the heart to ask them." Diavolo admit, he saw how happy you were that morning, he couldn't ruin that.

"So all of us didn't tell MC about this?" Lucifer ask and everyone in the room nodded.

They all agree to find out what's this curse is all about and why it was happending.

Meanwhile Solomon was working hard in his room, when Simeon came in. Solomon hasn't seem Simeon for three days. He was been in his room. Now seeing Simeon, Solomon can't help to notice the frown on the angel.

"Thanks for bring my breakfast Simeon, but what sour your mood this morning?"

"It was just this morning. It all started when I invited MC while you and Luke were gone... And well, we had a night to "ourselves" at least that what I could say. But I didn't know what happened that night. I was going to ask MC, but I saw that they were please to what we've done that night. I pretend that I enjoyed it, when clearly I don't remember"

Solomon nervous clench his jaw, and Simeon notice it. He narrow his eyes and frown. "Solomon what have you've done!"

"It was suppose to be a one time spell. MC and I were half way when all of a sudden I heard Luke awake and knocking on my door. I had to act quick since MC was out of it, to drunk in pleasure. So I cast a simple Censor spell. But it seem to work too well and it kinda affected the other part, mostly who isn't MC"

"Wait. You mean to tell me that you put a Censor spell on MC, so now whenever they are having sex with any of us."

"Don't worry! I'm working hard on reversing the curse!"

"You better! Imagine the sexual frustration from this!"

"What do you think I'm moody! All I've getting was nothing for the past month!"

While all this was happening, you were hanging out with Luke by the park playing with Cerberus. Completely unaware of the struggle your lovers are going through.

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obey-me-disaster · 8 months

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Runway Drama

A/N: This is another fanfic for Mammon's birthday ^-^

Besides some small Mammon x gn!MC, there are no ships. Mammon is the focus

Summary: A demon is trying to start drama with Mammon to get him in trouble

"None of you will guess what happened to me today!" Mammon said angrily as he took a seat next to MC.

"Judging by the sour expression on your face, I guess nothing good..." MC handed him the portion of food they had saved for him.

"Those jerks from my latest modeling gig just told me that I am no longer part of the subject." Playing with his food, Mammon continued. "No explanation, no nothing! When I got there, they just told me I was not needed anymore, and they basically kicked me out!"

"That's certainly weird..did you try to scam one of the demons in charge by chance?" Satan inquired.

"Since I've had this contract that paid well, I had no reason to think of a new scheme. Tho, with how these guys have treated me today, I should have done it!" Seemingly losing his appetite as he thought more about his situation, he pushed his plate aside. "Damn it, I really wasted a good opportunity to make money."

"Still, the fact you were basically kicked out of the project without as much of an explanation does raise some concerns..." Lucifer mused over what his younger brother had just said.

"I will just ask them for an explanation tomorrow, then! They can't just toss the Great Mammon aside like that!"

"I don't think you'll have to do this anymore. Look." Asmo handed his phone to Mammon before he could make any other comment.

"Seems like they replaced you with Zephar." Asmo said the demon's name in a huffy voice, clearly annoyed at having to think about that demon.

"You don't seem to like him that much.." Beel comments while stuffing his face with food again.

"Of course I wouldnt' like someone as unsightly as him! He is known to start drama with others in order to make himself look good, and not only that." Asmo snatches the phone away from Mammon, ignoring his brother's protests.

"He also stole some of my designs, claiming they were his!" Showing his brothers photos from one of Zephar's older modeling shows

"He is probably after Mammon now, trying to do something similar."

Yawning, Belphehor finally seems to be interested in the whole situation. "So what you're saying is that Zephar is trying to get Mammon to react in order to start drama?"

"He just has to ignore him, right? Sure, he lost this modeling gig, but by not reacting, he should get bored of Mammon and leave him alone." Levi suggested it without breaking his concentration from his game.

"If this guy went as far as to get the others to kick me out of this show, then I am sure he is not going to leave me alone." Mammon commented while playing with his fork, the food long forgotten, "It's not the first time I've worked with these kinds of demons, but they sure never get less annoying to deal with."

As the dinner went on, the demon brothers started to shit talk about Zephar, even after there was no more food for them to eat. It wasn't until the human chimed in that they shifted the topic of discussion.

"What if we plan something so he will leave Mammon alone for good? We might as well get some sort of revenge for Asmo too while we're at it." MC said after getting all of their attention. At the mention of getting back at Zephar, all of the demon brother's attention moved onto forming a plan for it.

After a week of planning and pulling some strings with the help of Diavolo and Lucifer their plan could finally start taking shape.

"Who would have thought we could make it in time with our plan so we could hold a runway show around the same time as Zephar?" Asmo said as he was taking Mammon's measurements.

"Still...we only have a few days to plan and make all the outfits, we will need to pull some serious all nighters" Levi added, rather nervously. He and Asmo were the only ones who really knew how to make outfits from scratch, while Mammon, MC and Belphegor could help only to a certain point.

"Just the fact that we've announced a runway show around the time of Zephar's show is enough to get that asshole all rilled up." Mammon assured his younger brother. "Especially with you as the star model and Asmo as the main designer... I am just worried he will try to start something," MC raised their concerns. Everyone was aware that by announcing a show in partnership with Majolish, they would garner a lot of attention, whether unwanted or not.

"Oh well, that'll be a bridge to cross when we get there. It's not like we didn't knew what we were getting into." Mammon commented, and with that everyone went back to doing their respective tasks.

"Everyone, I have some news related to Zephar." Satan hurriedly came into the room, getting everyone's attention. "An acquaintance told me that rumors about Mammon have started to spread around."

"What kind of rumors!?" Levi blurted out as he made his way to Satan along with the others.

"Apparently there is someone spreading rumors about how Mammon treated everyone badly at the last agency, and that's why he was kicked out. Some even said that he looked down on some of the other models. " The forth born seemed in deep thought as he explained everything. "While other demons don't really know where all of these rumors started from, I think we all know the source."

"Mammon may be a money hungry idiot that scams people, but he would not treat his coworkers badly!" Asmo started to rant loudly, putting any clothing material down so he wouldn't damage it during his angry rant.

"Geez, thanks for the compliment, if I can even call it that."

"Mammon, you look oddly calm for someone who is getting their reputation tarnished." Levi chimed in, seeing his older brother being unimpressed by the whole situation.

"Well, it's not like I didn't expect that, especially after Zephar tried to confront me in person not too long ago." Mammon merely scratched his head while the others fell silent.

"He came at you in person? When? And why didn't you tell us sooner?" MC tried to make sense of whatever was going through Mammon's head.

"It was just some lame attempt at taunting me. He was most likely trying to anger me so he could use it against me later on but it didn't work, so he left quite upset." Mammon continued recalling the whole thing like it was nothing. "It felt pretty good to see him getting all upset at his failed attempt."

"You really should have mentioned this earlier. Anyway, I already got in contact with some demons in order to keep these rumors as low as possible." Satan pinched the bridge of his nose in an attempt to not get even more angry at the whole situation.

"Aren't you worried that Zephar will act out even more now? If someone was coming at me that way, I would probably just dig a hole for me to die in!" Levi tried to argue, visibly shivering at the thought of being in a similar situation.

"Don't ya worry too much, it's not my first time dealing with such demons, I've got everything under control." Making his way back to continue working on the outfits, the second born turned towards the others. "We really should get back to finishing these if we want to put Zephar back in his place."

Everyone looked a bit shocked at how calm and serious Mammon was about the whole thing. Satan left the room while the others went back to making the outfits for the runway. Seeing Mammon be so sure of himself made the others have more faith in his plan.

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Designers, make-up and hair stylists, and their assistants were running back and forth, making sure all of the models were ready to go face the public.

The runway show was held in one of Majolish's biggest buildings, where multiple catwalks and stages were set up with some of the more elaborate set ups they had. Both longer runways and shorter ones were scattered symetrically around the building. Still, at the center of the room, there was the longest and most intricate of the stages, where the more eye catching clothing and accessories would be presented.

While a lot of models and designers of Majolish decided to take part in the show, Mammon and Asmo were still the most advertised out of all of them.

"Lord Asmodeus, I am surprised you're not one of the models participating in this event." One of the make-up artists that was making the final touches on Mammon's make-up said.

Well, you see, this is Mammon's show, and if I were to take part in it, I'm afraid everyone would pay attention to yours truly~" Asmo winked at the demon taking care of Mammon's makeup while ignoring the sour expression his older brother is giving him.

"He should really be more thankful to have such an amazing and generous younger brother such as me," Asmo explained, capturing the lesser demon's full attention and earning an eyeroll from Mammon.

Yeah, yeah, I'm so grateful for your help, oh dear younger brother of mine." While his voice was full of sarcasm, Asmo could tell that Mammon was genuinely grateful for all the help he had gotten from his brothers. The make-up artist didn't seem to catch the sarcasm in his voice and looked pleased with the second born's response.

In the midst of Mammon and Asmo's banter, the doors got thrown wide open, revealing a really paniked Levithan, who looked like he was on the verge of fainting.

"Asmo, Mammon, we have a problem!" Hurrying to sit next to them, he starts explaining what got him all panicked.

"A good part of the outfits are gone! To be more exact, the ones that Mammon was supposed to wear and Asmo created!"

While Asmo's eyes widened as some of Beel's plates, Mammon looked unbothered by the whole thing. "MC and Beel went to investigate the whole thing and try to catch any suspects, but we might not find everything by the time the runway starts." Levi finally finished explaining everything, looking just a little more relieved after telling his brothers about the situation.

While Leviathan was catching his breath, Mammon got up and made his way towards the door. "Mammon, wait! Where are you going? Now is not the time to run around during such a dire situation!" Asmo said annoyed at his older brother's seemingly uncaring demeanor.

"I've got something to check, so don't worry about me."

Neither of his younger brothers seemed convinced by his words, so he continued. "I've made a plan just for this situation. You two go start the show as planned, and when my turn comes, put on this video to play on one of the projectors." The greed demon throws a memory stick at Leviathan as he leaves the room.

Looking at one another, both Leviathan and Asmodeus still looked worried but decided to go ahead with the plan, after all, it was not every day they saw Mammon look so sure of himself and coolheaded.

The runway starts just as planned, with the models making their way first from the smaller stages first, and then gradually coming out to the bigger catwalks, drawing the crowd's attention towards the biggest catwalk, where Mammon was supposed to come from.

All of the lights pointed to where Mammon was supposed to come out from, but no one was there. The crowd seemed both surprised and annoyed at the lack of presence from the main star. Whispers started to spread around, some trying to make sense of the situation while others downright slandering the avatar of greed's name.

The whispering went on for a minute or so, and Levi was getting ready to set up the video he got from Mammon to be played until screams could be heard from the entrance. The doors flew open as a bunch of crows flew into the room, flying in all directions and scaring the guests.

As the crows started to sit in different parts of the room, the view cleared for all of the guests to see none other than Zephar, kneeling down in front of the main runway, trying to catch his breath. Both Beelzebub and MC were standing up on either side of him to make sure he would stay where he was.

"Everyone, I am sorry for the messy scene you had to witness." All eyes moved from Zephar to the main stage, where they could see Mammon walking down on it, in the outfit that Asmo created. "We had a situation with a clothing thief who tried to ruin our show." Mammon said as he was pointing towards the demon kneeling down on the floor.

"That's absurd! I was dragged by these damn birds and those brutes in the back!" Zephar shouted as he pointed towards Beelzebub and MC. "I would never lower my level so much to the point of stealing from another runway show!" He was visibly shaking with anger and wheezing for all the crowd to see. Guests started to talk among themselves as flashes of cameras were going off in the background.

"That's a bold claim you just made, especially considering that they're all just lies." Mammon's voice raised just a bit, not daring to let it slip just what kind of words he would like to tell Zephar. "Levi, play the video I gave you earlier."

Murmurs from the crowd could be heard, but once the video started to play everyone fell silent. The video not only showed Zephar clearly stealing the outfits and accessories but also all the attempts to get Mammon angry and even Zephar talking with some other demons about how he wants to ruin the show and put Mammon in a bad light. Everything, from the fake rumors to the nasty words and the plan to ruin the show, was caught on camera for everyone to see.

"What was the whole 'dragging you here by force around'? again" Asmo made his way next to Mammon, crouching down to look at Zephar. "What's with the look on your face? A model as popular as you shouldn't make such pathetic expressions."

Zephar tried to lash out at Asmo in a fit of anger, but before he could even reach the scene, Beelzebu dragged him down while MC put on some magic chains on him. He tried to free himself from them but that quickly stopped once they started to glow. MC got down to his level.

"If I were you, I would be careful; the more you move, the hotter they'll burn, and it would be such a shame to have burn marks on that body of yours. Unless the chains melt through your body before that." Standing up with a smug expression, they looked up at Mammon and winked at him as a sign for him to go on.

"As you can see, Zephar has been harassing me for quite a while, trying to ruin my reputation in the name of starting drama." Mammon spoke up to the public.

"Not only did he get me kicked out of my previous modeling gig but he also tried to ruin this whole show." Gesturing to his crows, he continued his explanation. "I used my crows to spy on him in order to get this whole thing on camera for all of you to see. I kind of hoped it wouldn't come to this, but it doesn't matter now."

Everyone looked at him in awe. The audience, because they just witnessed the whole thing, and his brothers, cause they didn't know Mammon could act so calm and collected, only MC had a smug smile on their face as they looked up at Mammon.

"We'll take it from here now." From the same doors that Zephar burst into the room, Satan , Belphehor and Lucifer make their way towards him.

"You've really got some guts, coming after my brothers like that." Lucifer looked down on him, smirking a little at the shameful state of the demon beneath him.

"We have also looked into some of your history, so the whole situation with Mammon that you've started isn't the whole thing you'll have to worry about." Satan explained as he motioned to Beelzebub to pick Zephar up.

"Man, can you get any more lame than you are already? I'm surprised you made it so far with how sloppy you were with hiding all of your stuff" Belphegor yawned while trying to mock him.

"Guess that's our cue to leave." Beel tightened his grip on Zephar. To everyone else, it looked like the sixth born was just having a more secure grip on the model, but in reality, he just did it in order to warn Zephar that he would eat him if he tried anything.

After Zephar was dragged away, Asmo got everyone's attention. "I am truly sorry for the delay of our runway. I hole you've enjoyed the show that we just put on but now is time to get back to the main show!"

Before making his way to the backstage area, Asmo turned towards Mammon with a big smile on his face. I can't believe we actually pulled that off, do you think the others are putting the fear of God into him right as we speak?"

Mammon, no longer being capable of hiding his grin replied. "I am sure they are doing so much worse than that"

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

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zeke-in-devildom · 1 month

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Dissonance - Chapter 19: Revenge Best Served

Zeke found himself humming softly to himself in the kitchen. A cookbook he borrowed from Satan was propped open in front of him. It was his turn to make dinner and he was attempting Babylon Curry. So far following the recipes and some minor assistance from one of the brothers had served him well enough to make it through cooking duties. He even found that he enjoyed cooking for the brothers, who always praised him for making the Devildom dishes well despite never using the ingredients before.

Beel and Belphie were sitting at the island counter - Belphie with his head down napping, and Beel munching on a large pile of snacks. Zeke had learned quickly that if he wanted to actually cook he had to make a lot of easy snacks to occupy the Avatar of Gluttony or risk losing all his ingredients before he could cook them. With Beel preoccupied he could let his mind wander a bit as he prepared the curry.

Following the incident in Lilith’s replica room he had noticed several things. First and foremost, the twins who had already been fairly attached to him, were even more so now. It wasn’t just Belphie sneaking into his bed almost every night, now Beel was doing it too. If he wasn’t in his bed, they would join him in Levi’s room for games and anime, in the library while he and Satan studied, or they would look at stars together in the planetarium - whichever activity Zeke was doing that night. Beel and Belphie were his near constant companions when they weren’t in separate classes or he wasn’t with another of the brothers. Zeke found himself attending Beel’s fangol practices, supporting him from the bleachers, usually with a sleeping Belphie using his lap as a pillow.

It wasn’t just the twins, though. Asmo somehow became even clingier than before. The Avatar of Lust was always touching him when they were together, even if it was just linking their arms. Mammon invited him out to watch his modeling shoots, and Zeke went to be supportive - it seemed fair since he was showing his support to Beel’s sports practices, plus he was genuinely impressed and proud of the Avatar of Greed. All of the brothers were devastatingly handsome, but Mammon was an actual model and seemed to take it seriously and he knew there were few things that the demon actually took seriously.

The café outings with Satan were almost a daily occurrence now, and sometimes Solomon would also tag along. Zeke enjoyed spending time with them both. Even when they weren’t having a full-on lesson, Solomon always seemed to be teaching him something. Zeke still preferred his solo not-dates with Satan, though.

Levi bombarded him with texts about games and anime that they should enjoy together, and Zeke spent more nights in Levi’s room hanging out with the otaku than in his own room sleeping. Sometimes the twins dragged him back to his own bed so that Belphie could coax Zeke to sleep magically, but sometimes they simply cuddled up in a bean bag right there in Levi’s room to doze off together.

His evening visits with Lucifer changed as well, with the eldest actually stopping work to ask him about his day and engaging in full conversations. Zeke could tell that the firstborn truly enjoyed hearing about whatever he had gotten up to with the other brothers each day - even if they had just been studying or reading. Sometimes Lucifer would put a record on, one that was safe for him to listen to, since most of them were dangerously cursed.

Life in the Devildom became more comfortable and appealing by the day. He had never really missed the human world before, but now he almost hated when he was reminded of it. Zeke would one day, not terribly far from now, have to return to that place. He would be alone again, and now that he had experienced what it was like to be accepted and loved he knew that familiar loneliness would be utterly unbearable.

Zeke felt like a whole new person since coming to live in the House of Lamentation, and desperately did not want to lose these new feelings. Despite the visions being a horrific experience, the aftermath left him with a renewed sense of purpose. The outpouring of support from his demon hosts had been overwhelmingly therapeutic. A lifetime of feeling unwanted couldn’t simply be erased, but for the first time he felt like he was actually healing.

The hole in his heart, once filled with a barely contained storm of rage at the world, was channeled into a much more productive, well-controlled furnace of smoldering embers, ready to forge the way to his own desired form of justice. He could attribute that in large part to Belphie and Satan.

He thought the idea of destroying another human being’s life would make him more squeamish, but surprisingly he felt almost nothing but a soft, preening satisfaction as they researched and made their plans. Satan and Belphie seemed to be enjoying their scheming together with him, both in general and because they were the ones helping him with this momentous task. It also meant they both got to spend even more time with him, which seemed to be something all of the brothers coveted, so they got to gloat even more over that.

Now instead of mystery novels, Satan and Zeke spent their free time pouring over books on advanced curses and torture methods. Zeke learned a lot about various interrogation techniques, both ancient and modern over the weeks following the incident in Lilith’s replica room. Satan was vastly knowledgeable on both curses and torture, and Zeke found it was all rather fascinating. It was a convenient excuse to spend more time with the blond demon.

The other brothers seemed various degrees of concerned or curious about these developments, but thankfully made no comment on their current reading choices. Even Lucifer seemed to leave it well enough alone, even though he had to have at least some idea of what they were planning. Lucifer had seemed reluctant to give his brothers information on the man that had caused the deaths of Zeke’s family. Did he simply not care now that Zeke was involved in the retribution? Was his silence and inaction a signal of his approval?

Whatever the case, Zeke was mostly just glad that Lucifer was not trying to dissuade him or get in his way. The same went for the others. None of them were trying to stop him or talk him out of whatever he was up to, but only Satan and Belphie were actively helping him. More than once he wondered if the other would assist in his plan if he asked, but decided against it. He wanted to be the one orchestrating this particular tragedy.

Zeke didn’t want too many cooks in the kitchen and all that. An apt metaphor given his current task.

It did occur to him that his therapists would have a field day if they knew he was actively plotting the ruination of a living, breathing human being. They had lectured him endlessly about finding forgiveness for people that he perceived had wronged him. Of course that was years ago now. He had learned to lie very well. Zeke knew better than to mention that he stilled burned with resentment and hatred when he thought of that man walking free and enjoying his life without an ounce of remorse…

“Shit!” Zeke yelped as the knife he’d been using to cut the vegetables a little too aggressively slipped and cut his finger. The two demons were beside him in almost an instant.

“That looks deep.” Belphie frowned while Beel grabbed a hand towel and took Zeke’s hand, putting pressure on the cut, which had begun dripping blood.

“I smell human blood.” Satan mused with a scowl as he entered the kitchen, a stack of file folders tucked under his arm.

“Guess dinner has extra flavoring tonight.” Zeke joked, gesturing with his free hand to the one Beel was still holding. “Knife slipped, I let myself get distracted.”

“And angry. I could feel it as I was coming down the hall.” Satan sighed, setting the folders down and walking over to take Zeke’s hand from Beel, humming as he looked over the wound. “It’s a pretty nasty cut.”

“I’ll be more careful.” Zeke sighed, before he recited a healing incantation that he’d studied on his own. The cut slowly closed and he flexed his fingers experimentally. “Not a big deal, see?”

“Hm. You’re improving very fast. I’m impressed.” Satan smiled as he wiped the blood from Zeke’s hand. “Let me help with dinner. I wanted to talk to you anyway.”

The twins had still been hovering, but Zeke shooed them away, so they shuffled back to their seats, still watching carefully, as if afraid he might hurt himself again if they took their eyes off him. He rolled his eyes.

“Well I’ll let you handle the rest of the cutting, I guess. Honestly there isn’t a lot left to do. What did you want to talk about?” Zeke had an idea and was practically buzzing with anticipation as he measured spices to stir into the curry pot.

“My contacts in the human world sent me all the information I could want.” Satan inclined his head towards the folders. “Some of my many acquaintances were able to dig up everything you asked for on the target. We’ve researched all the necessary curses, and gathered all the reagents we need. I have to say, your plan is positively diabolical. If I didn’t know better I’d have thought a demon came up with it.”

“I honestly thought you’d need more help coming up with ways to torment this guy, but we barely had to do anything.” Belphie added, looking very smug.

“Why thank you, I’m pretty proud of myself. I probably shouldn’t be, but I don’t care. When can we start the next phase?” Zeke was physically bouncing as he turned to Satan, eyes sparkling with a sinister glee. Twenty years he had held this grudge, and at long last he could practically taste his revenge. He did not care if that made him a bad person, or even an evil person, he figured he was going to Hell anyway, might as well give a real good reason for his eventual eternal punishment.

“We can start tonight.” Satan smirked, his eyes flashing with a matching delight at the idea of beginning their little game.

#obey me #obey me oc #obey me mc #obey me zeke #obey me ezekiel jada pendergast #obey me satan #obey me beelzebub #obey me belphegor #obey me dissonance

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beelsfridge · 9 months

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The Wedding Fiasco

aka a mini crack story

Lucifer: *in a fairly nice grooms suit* How did we end up like this? ;

MC: Do you take Lucifer to be your hoefully wedded husband?

Diavolo: *in a full blown out wedding dress* I do!

Lucifer: hoe…? Why do you seem eager Lord Diavolo ..?

MC: and do you, Lucifer take Lord Diavolo to be your lawfully wedded-

Lucifer: This is ridiculous, why are we indulging this? Lord Diavolo this is absurd surely -?

Diavolo: in order to keep peace between the three realms we must obliged to the demands and wants of our dearly beloved MC.

Asmo: this is some intense roleplay *he giggles quietly as one of Lucifer’s groomsmen*

Mammon: *groans* how did I get dragged into this again? *one of Lucifer’s best man* why are we doing this?!

Levi: I agree, I’m missing precious marathon tv time…

Asmo: MC came up with the brilliant plan for us to model Majolish’s new grooms wedding line- apparently they were very upset that they missed (family members) wedding up in the human world while they were here

Mammon: yeah but where the hell is Satan and belphie? Beel?- *he turns to the catering area and sees Beel eating the wedding cake already* …..

Luke:(flower boy/ standing next to Simeon) so…where did he even get the dress ?..

Simeon:*one of diavolos bridesmaids *with a smile* apparently his mother expected a girl when he was born so he’s had the dress stored away…but …I think we should be asking why he chose the dress instead of one of the suits…*he sweatdrops nervously*

Asmo: Lucifer forbade Satan and Belphie from attending

MC: if there are no objections then I hereby-

Barbatos: *rushes in through the doors uncharacteristically out of breath* I OBJECT YOUR HONOR!

All: *dramatic gasp*

Diavolo: Barbatos? What’s this meaning of this?! You’re ruining the photoshoot!

Barbatos: lord diavolo…I must confess….*his cheeks pink*

Diavolo: what is it Barbatos?…

Barbatos: ny lord… I… they..*points at the MC on the stand* THEY ARE A FRAUD! *he holds up the real mini sheep MC and there more dramatic gasps*

Real MC: I was wondering where you guys were …what are you guys…wearing?… is..is this a wedding?

Fake MC: *closes ?Bible? With a sly smile* Well. It seems I’ve been caught red handed…

Lucifer:*in a warning tone* ….Solomon… drop the facade this instant!

FakeMC/Solomon: This was most fun. I almost got away with it too. I’ll have to give those two my regards. *poofs away*

All: . . .

Mammon: I take it back Asmo, this was the best thing ever.

Bonus:

Belphie: it’s too bad Lucifer didn’t let us go to the photoshoot. I would’ve killed to see his facial expression when he realizes he’s really getting married to Diavolo. *yawns*

Satan: but we expected he wouldn’t let us come. *reading his book* *he giggles maniacally* but it’s just funnier knowing the chaos that must be ensuing as we speak. Besides… it’s not like we had anything to do with it. We weren’t even invited.

Belphie: *lets out a chuckle*

*the echoes of doors opening*

Lucifer: WHERE ARE THEY?!

Satan* Ah.. the sound of perfected revenge … *he continues reading peacefully*

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springbloomer · 2 years

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GRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR

pic by me

CHARACTERS: Lucifer, Mammon, Leviathan, Satan, Asmodeus, Beelzebub, Belphegor

Disclaimer ⚠️ Characters mentioned are from the otome game Obey Me! and the concept here is purely just fanfic. Also, I still have a lot to know about the seven demon brothers (cuz i am currently stuck on lesson 17) so please be nice to me about this concept

How I think the brothers would calm us down when we're angry/ frustrated/ mad pissed about anything:

LUCIFER

If you haven't shown that side of you yet, then he'd be shocked to find you stomping around and muttering to yourself while you gritted your teeth. At first, he thought of approaching you straightforward, asking what the matter was and why you were in that state. But giving it some thought, he was going to be considerate about how you currently feel and decided to start with casual talk instead. He found this method easy for you to open up to him faster, so whatever problem you always had, he'd take that approach and it'll be solved in no time. Your conversation with Lucifer lasted hours, but once you've sorted things out, you were able to clear your mind and think straight again. "Remember, you can always talk to me about these things."

MAMMON

He thinks that the best way to talk about what's pissing you off is to distract you from it. He was probably scared at first to approach you at first, though, seeing that you were not in the mood for his mischievous vibes. Like Lucifer, he'll try to casually confront you to get to the root of your anger. "Are ya alright, MC? What's pissing ya off?" You'll immediately jump straight to the point and rant to him about your problem. He will listen to every word you'll say, because he doesn't like to see you get so worked up about other things that aren't related to grimm or his debts. After you finish, Mammon thought real hard for some ways to cool off or take your mind off of your situation. One of his suggestions was to join him for a joyride to a casino and hangout with him there. You politely declined and reasoned with him that he'll go recklessly spending all his money on bets, again. Seeing his dumbfounded face made you chuckle a bit, and it just so happened to help you think more clearly on dealing with the problem you had.

LEVIATHAN

Poor Levi didn't know that you were in a very bad mood when he asked you to come to his room to play a new game he recently bought. He yelped in fear when you practically barked at him, saying how you were definitely NOT in the mood to play. In the heat of your rant, you said something that completely destroyed him ("Your weird, freaky games can wait, Levi!") He felt as if his best friend just completely backstabbed him. Now he's the one who was mad at you (but also very sad😭) and, without hesitation, ran to his room to blow off his steam in an orderly and calm way. Of course, you felt bad about what you said and wanted to apologize to the 3rd born. You knock at his door and hear him deny your entry. You had no choice but to try and break the door down, forcing Levi to open it. When he did, he did his best to hide his tears and embarrassed face in front of you, but it was difficult because of the controller he had in his hands. You apologized to him first and sincerely told him that you didn't mean to hurt you. He knew from the start that you really didn't, so he let this one go in a short period of time. Then, he explained why he had a controller in his hands and said that it was what helps him calm down when he's mad or frustrated; by fidgeting with the buttons and joysticks and at the same time pacing and ranting around his room to blow off some steam. You tried it out, and it kinda did calm you down a little from you problem. "I don't worry if I accidentally break this one, because I have a spare one that's the same model."

SATAN

At first sight, he'd think that he found a twin of wrath because of your stomping and clenched fists. When he realized it was just you, he asked you what the situation was straight away. You ranted at him to your heart's content until you needed a moment to catch your breath. Satan seemed amused with how we were able to feel so much anger and frustration (why do I have a feeling that he is easily amused by how we express specific feelings to him) One thing was for sure that he understood how you felt and wanted to try and calm us down. Headpats. And a LOT of them. In Satan's eyes, you looked like a very angry cat who was in need of desperate calming down, and so he's treated us like one, resulting in a multitude of petting. Surprisingly, it did help you and you were able to feel the warmth of his hand against your head. That's how you ended up asking him for more. (Secretly, he liked watching you enjoy his headpats because you were his little kitten)

ASMODEUS

He panics at the sight of your expressions. This was an emergency, and he WILL NOT at ALL COSTS let you ruin your beautiful self because of your problem. "MC, you need to calm down!!" Asmo offered you to let him massage you, since he knows that it's a great way to relax and forget about problems for a little bit. You head to his room and climb on the bed, still angry and muttering nonstop to yourself. Once Asmo started massaging your back, he instantly started with the spots that made you melt into unimaginable comfort. He knew your body like the back of his hand, which he takes advantage of during the massage. Surprisingly enough, he wasn't even trying to get too intimate with his own body to yours, because he knew that it'd ruin your relaxing mood. For a moment, you nearly forgot why you were so worked up earlier, only to now remember about it. During Asmo's incredible message, you told him all about your situation in a calm tone of your voice, and asked for any kind advice from him. He was really happy that you were able to confront your problem to him because he liked helping you in any way possible (also because stress and frustration is not good for the skin-)

BEELZEBUB

Eating. 200% pure eating. That's the only solution Beel could ever think of. Stressed out lately? Go on and stress eat. Sulking for some reason? Drown yourself with some of the finest food the House of Lamentation's fridge could offer. If your lucky enough, he'll take you to a restaurant and let you order anything you feel on munching on (That is, if you could stop Mammon from tagging along with you 🙃). When you angrily chomp down on the food Beel willingly shared with you, you started to confront to him about why you got all so worked up lately. He listens to you as he gobbles up the rest of the remaining food and waits for you to finish (you talking, not eating the food). At the end, you sigh and take another bite. "I don't know about you, but if I were ever in a situation like that, I'd always being a snack with me. Food can do more than you think, MC". You took his advice and prepared yourself the next time you'd encounter another frustrating problem. (It'd work on me, no doubt 😌)

BELPHEGOR

You needed some alone time with you and your brain to think things through and to privately rant out loud. The only place you were able to do that was the attic, but you had to make sure that Belphegor wasn't occupying it at the moment. When you triple checked that the room was empty, you began to layout every single detail of your problem. At one point though, you were interrupted when a pillow hit the side of your head. "Go curse at your problems someplace else." Wait, Belphie was there the entire time?! AND he was listening?! You made sure that he wasn't anywhere in the room! Apologizing profusely, you insisted that you'll leave the room to let him get to his nap, but too late. Now that he's heard all about your situation, he decided to help you... by grabbing you out of the blue and cuddling with him. Getting over your shock, you asked him how lying on the bed with him helps your case. "Just try and get comfortable. Tell me what's bothering you, but don't tell or curse." Well, it wasn't like you had a choice, so you told him everything. By the time you finished, all Belphie did was cuddle you more. The warmth of his body felt soothing as you tried your best not to doze off. "Don't fight the urge to sleep. Naps help in clearing minds..." (After your nap with him) Rubbing your eyes awake, your anger disappeared and your mind had enough space to go over your problem clearly. You yawned and thanked Belphie, who was still asleep, for talking you into napping. Because of it, you felt more refreshed and motivated to face that problem of yours head on.

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envy-of-the-apple · 2 years

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Hey , I would like to request overprotective Yandere Mammon with pregnant reader ( please and thank you 😊❤️)

i don’t write stuff with pregnancy etc etc. sooo just overprotective mammon instead. Again reader is not the mc.

(Yandere, obsession, implied kidnapping, forced relationships)

His brothers are impressed, at least.

In less than a year, Mammon paid back all his debts. In less than six months, he’d moved out of the house of lamentation. He’d taken advantage of his modeling career, buying a fully furnished condo right in the middle of devildom.

He’d done the impossible. All for a mere human.

“I’m amazing,” Lucifer says, eyes drifting around the living room, “It almost feels like a dream.”

You gently place the cups down in front of them. The tea is warm, you hope it’s to their liking. Maybe they’ll finish quickly and leave.

“I’m just happy he didn’t try to stash 13 cars in here,” It’s Leviathan who’s saying that, glancing around the room in silent approval.

“It almost looks like a sane person lives here.”

Yellow eyes glance to you and you wonder what he’s thinking. Maybe he’s wondering about how a human his family has never met, whisked his brother away so easily. Leviathan thinking of you as a gold digger is almost amusing, but you’re too stressed to laugh.

Lucifer noticed you’re still standing. He frowns.

“You don’t have to be so formal with us,” He says, as gently as possible, “Despite our titles as the rulers of Hell, we don’t require any royal treatment. You should sit.”

You hesitate, but in the end, you sink into the cushions across from them. Lucifer clasps gloved hands, pleased.

“My apologies,” He says when a placate smile, “Mammon was extremely secretive of you, we were curious how he was holding up outside the mansion. I’m sure you were shocked when we unexpectedly dropped by.”

Shocked didn’t even begin to cover it. You knew you shouldn’t have opened the door. You should have acted like you weren’t home. But it was curiosity, the tiniest hint of desperation that made you turn the knob. When they introduced themselves as two of Mammon’s brothers, you hadn’t even known he had a family you instantly regretted it.

He wouldn’t be pleased when he came home.

You needed to get them out of here, as quickly as you can.

“Did you do this?” Lucifer asks pointing at the walls. You glance at the painted paper airplanes, dancing around room.

“Oh, no,” You say, “That’s all him. He was pretty passionate about decorating.”

Lucifer looks starstruck, he’s humming in content, watching airplanes flutter around the room. You recalled Mammon saying he wanted this place to look homely. Human. He said this when you were still chained by something you could never see, ensnared by something that was worse than locks.

The locks weren’t necessary now, and the metal that once encircled your wrists barely left marks. For the number of times his brothers rambled about his foolishness, you had to admit, Mammon wasn’t all that dumb.

Outside of this house were monsters-demons-ready and willing to attack. You were a helpless bird. You couldn’t rely on anyone else but him.

Even the dull had their moments.

The door clicks. There’s only one person who has the keys. You freeze.

“The fuck...?”

You can barely bring yourself to look,

It’s Lucifer who stands up, smiling as he greets the new arrival.

“Well, look who decided to show up?” Lucifer says in a teasing voice. It jars with the deathly silence in the room, “Just when I thought I had drank too much demonus.”

Mammon stands still, right by the door. You don’t like the way his eyes pace around the room, like a cornered wild animal, ready to strike. His gaze lands on you. There’s a panicked urge in them.

“Lucifer,” Mammon states, “...The hell are you doin’ here?”

The man in question gives a pleasant laugh. The only person, other than you, who seems affected by the atmosphere is Levi. For once, you relate to him, as if the two are tiny mice, caught between two lions. He shifts uncomfortably in his seat. His gaze flicks to you.

You look away.

“We wanted to see how you were holding up outside of the mansion,” He’s explaining, “Personally, I didn’t think you’d do so well but I must say, I’m pleasantly surprised.”

You expect Mammon to growl at the remark, at least make some sound of displeasement, but he holds his tongue. He barely gives a scoff.

It makes you wonder just how powerful Lucifer is.

Instead, Mammon makes his way over to you. You think his touch is supposed to be comforting as he casually lays a hand on your shoulder, but his grip is too heavy. Like he’s trying to cage you with just his arm.

“Yeah,” He stiffly says, “Managed just fine.”

“I wasn’t trying to belittle you,” Lucifer smiles, though it wasn’t as warm as it once was, “I was just-”

“You two should go now,” Mammon interrupts, “Before it gets late.”

Lucifer tilts his head, his gaze travels to you, held helplessly in Mammon’s arms. He doesn’t seem shocked by his brother’s rudeness. If anything he looks a little satisfied, and you’re starting to realize Lucifer’s visit wasn’t as benevolent as he had once claimed.

“Of course,” He says pleasantly, “Humans are rather frail creatures. It’s best not to overexcite them.”

You hate the way he’s looking at you, now. Like you’re some type of pet. Though, maybe in his eyes, it’s not far from the truth.

“Let’s go, Levi,” Lucifer mentions to his other brother, “We should be going, before Beel decides to destroy the kitchen.”

Leviathan opens his mouth, like he wants to say something. His eyes flick to you, and you catch something in his eyes.

Mammon’s grip tightens on your shoulder.

The look is gone and the third brother silently follows Lucifer out the door. Lucifer says his goodbyes, Mammon gruffly responds back.

When the door clicks shut, Mammon lets out a sigh. A hand reaches down to rest on your waist. Your smile twitches downwards.

“What’d they do?” He mumbles in your ear.

“Nothing,” You respond weakly, “They just-”

“Bullshit,” He hisses out the word with so much contempt you flinch. His next movements are apologetic, tracing small circles on your shoulder.

“Sorry,” He says, “But, you gotta’ tell me if they come again, okay? Demons are dangerous. I don’t want them hurting you.” He speaks those words so genuinely. You don’t think he realizes the hypocrisy.

“Promise?”

You don’t answer quick enough. He whirls you around to face him.

“...I promise.” You finally say.

He’s smiling, relief and overwhelming devotion spreading across his features. When he pulls you back in you think back to the silent stare Leviathan gave you.

“I love you.”

“I...I love you too.”

Oh, you get it now.

It was pity.

#yandere #yandere obey me #mammon x reader #implied kidnapping #non con touching #forced relationships #lucifer #leviathan #obey me x reader #yandere mammon #possessive behavior

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Art Final (NSFW)

Partially inspired by this piece: 子猫 on Tumblr (For Your Eyes Only)

Introduction

Art class was never MC's strong suit. They passed the human world version of the class just fine, but they were never good enough to feature in any school art galleries. So, when they were allowed the opportunity to choose electives at RAD, they dismissed the idea of taking an art class immediately.

Imagine MC's surprise when the most experienced art teacher--the one that is a professional Devildom artist in his own right--reaches out to them to help him conduct his final exam. The request was simple: model for the student as they recreate their form on the canvas.

It wasn't until the first day of the two-week long exam period that MC realized that they would be posing nude and that all of the adults they've grown close to during their stay at the Devildom were in this particular class. At least it was a one-on-one session, and MC's all for trying new things.

"Each of you will have one day to create your masterpiece," the professor tells the class. "Your model is in the next room." He gestures at the closed door to the right of him. "Your time starts as soon as you enter the room, so I suggest you come up with your composition idea while you wait for your turn. With that in mind, first up is..."

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Levi

It takes him about 20 minutes to come to terms with the fact that he has to paint a nude MC. He doesn't even enter the room at first; instead, he opens the door, peeks in, and slams it shut again. Eventually, however, he's able to compose himself long enough to be in the same room as MC.

The idea of the composition comes from MC. You see, there's several boxes of props in the room, along with lots of furniture. One of the many items is a very ornate version of a pirate captain's hat. So, MC suggests to Levi that they can pose on one of the couches while wearing the hat and pretending to eat grapes.

Levi gets a B for his efforts.

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Barbatos

The only reason why the butler is even in this art class is so that he can keep an eye on Diavolo. Throughout the term, the professor has praised his technical skills, but notes that his pieces lack emotion.

Barbatos' final piece, however, has the opposite problem. One glimpse of his work reveals raw, unfiltered emotions, but the piece itself is quite messy and nearly incoherent. Some of that is because he just starts working the moment he gets settled in the room instead of directing MC to pose for him. In fact, he doesn't say a word to them at all, which is quite uncharacteristic of the butler.

The professor gives him an A.

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Diavolo

The Demon Prince has a clear idea of what he wants to do with MC as soon as he sees them: imagine them as royalty. It takes some time to come up with everything he needs, but eventually he finds a throne chair, a crown, a staff, and an animal pelt.

Unfortunately for Diavolo, he keeps getting distracted by sexual daydreams, and he barely finishes the painting on time. If it weren't for the fact that MC had to hold their pose, they would have slapped Diavolo across the face to get him to focus on his project instead of their body.

Final grade: a C.

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Belphie

The youngest demon brother thinks outside of the box. Instead of using a blank canvas to depict MC, he decides to use MC as the actual canvas itself. Thankfully, there's plenty of body paint in the art room, so Belphie is able to execute his idea.

Staying above the waistline, Belphie depicts the night sky on MC's body. He enjoys the process, since he's combining two of his favorite things into one product. There's a lot of blues and purples in the piece. As for his behavior, he's quite professional, asking MC if they are alright throughout the day.

Final grade: an A.

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Mammon

The Avatar of Greed is one of the students that fails to turn in anything, so he automatically fails the final. His reaction is similar to Levi's, except that he never goes back in the room and instead walks out of the classroom. Even when the professor tells him that he'll fail the class if he doesn't complete this final, Mammon refuses to do it. Why? The world may never know.

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Lucifer

Lucifer's work can get quite dark, and this particular piece is perhaps his most twisted. Of course, being the gentleman that he is, he discusses the idea to MC to make sure that they're comfortable with his vision, and MC is on board.

Essentially, in Lucifer's final piece for this class, MC is a bloodthirsty demon. Bodies are all around them, and MC laughs with glee, their body covered with blood. Don't worry, though: no one was harmed in the production of the painting. Once Lucifer is satisfied with MC's pose, he's able to create the rest of his piece entirely from his imagination.

Lucifer gets a B, but the professor tells him that he wants to display the piece at his next art showing.

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Satan

To put it simply, Satan turns MC into a cat. Think Cats.

Does more need to be said? I don't think so.

Satan gets a C-.

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Solomon

Surprisingly, Solomon's piece is the most straightforward out of everyone's. He doesn't try to turn MC into something else; he simply paints them as they are.

Everyone's a bit disappointed, for Solomon's work is usually pretty out there, and the professor was lowkey expecting something abstract from him.

Because of this, but also because there's technically nothing wrong with the piece, Solomon receives a B.

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Beel

The Avatar of Gluttony is another student that fails to turn anything in. Believe him, he wants to complete the project. He's not trying to be insubordinate. He simply cannot think of anything. He could have gotten away with it if he had simply told the professor that he felt like MC was too beautiful to replicate on a canvas, because at least that would have gotten him a D, but the problem with Beel is that he's way too honest.

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Simeon

Simeon depicts MC as an angel, which sounds sweet at first. However, Simeon doesn't go for the innocent version that everyone's used to. Instead, he goes the biblical route, and the final result is a bit disturbing (as biblically accurate angels tend to be).

He gets an A because this piece goes the opposite direction of all of his other work.

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Asmo

The Avatar of Lust is the third student to not produce anything for the final. You see, Asmo has the opposite problem that Beel had: he has too many ideas, and he cannot decide which one to execute. MC tries to help him, but their words only seem to make Asmo more indecisive.

#obey me shall we date #obey me lucifer #obey me mammon #obey me leviathan #obey me levi #obey me satan #obey me asmo #obey me asmodeus #obey me beel #obey me beelzebub #obey me belphegor #obey me belphie #obey me simeon #obey me solomon #obey me lord diavolo #obey me diavolo #obey me barbatos

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A Celestial Promise: For The Lucy Heartfilia Zine

I Can Finally Post the Piece I Wrote For @lucyheartfiliazine . Leftover Sales Released January 22nd - so pop on over if you'd like to snag one for yourself! This One-Shot Was Written as a Partner Piece to @phoenix-before-the-flame art submission for the Very Same Zine. I'll link to it here once I know it's been posted, so be on the look out for that! [Partner Piece]

The tick of the clock was louder than the sounds on the streets of Crocus. Lucy Heartfilia moved with the time, fingers tapping to a frustrated, staccato beat against the grain of her desk. The thud of her heel striking the floor soon joined in for an orchestra of thinly veiled desperation. The paper before her was a stark contrast from the dark wood, its white pages littered in red corrections. All things that were meant to clarify her errors, but only mocked Lucy as she struggled to understand her blunders. Jason, as goofy as most would think him to be while interviewing the many Guilds in Fiore, was a strict teacher.

Too Vague. He said on one line. Too descriptive on another. Too opinionated, not subjective? Without the guild to call her home, Lucy thought she could finally, finally, make one in Sorcerer Weekly, writing their articles and bettering her craft. But this made the fifth rejected article since she began her apprenticeship under Jason and a strange, empty hopelessness began to seep into her limbs.

“What am I doing wrong?” Downcast eyes tore themselves away from the offending parchment to meet the worried, small pupils of her current companion: Plue, her little Nikola. He sat on the edge of her desk, a half-eaten sucker dripped from his mouth as he tilted his large, bulbous head to blink curiously at her. “You wouldn’t happen to know, would you?”

Lacking an answer beyond the little dog Spirit’s general babble of ‘puhn, puhn!’, Lucy turned her gaze towards the large wall by her bedside. In time, it will be covered in papers and documents listing all the locations and going ons of all her friends, but now, it was half what it would be, with a few papers pinned against it. Not all of her previous family, her friends, her Guild, have been located, but the few that were held empty smiles along the vast amount of saved photographs.

None of them gave an answer either. What else was I expecting?

“Pu-puhn!” Plue, ever the optimist on a bad day, regained Lucy’s attention. His gentle, tiny paws patted her arm and directed her back to the papers before her. The sucker, left behind to stick to the wood grain, was a minor concern Lucy would clean later.

Plue was still directing her. Patting his soft head, Lucy thanked him and retrieved a fresh, clean sheet of parchment.

“You’re right. I can do this. Thanks Plue.”

Nothing was ever gained by wallowing, was it?

Rejected. Again. And Again. How many times now? The scrunched papers of her previous work littered the floor and Lucy sighed, biting back bitter, frustrated tears. How many days, weeks even, would she have to go through? “Am I just not cut out for this?”

Listless. Directionless. The night Plue had directed her was a moment of respite, but days later, Lucy found the thought of summoning the spirit a worthless pursuit. He would want to help, of course he would. The cuddles of a little dog spirit were nice, but she didn’t have the time to cuddle. How many more rejections until Jason gave up on her? Until she was pushed back to modeling in a line of work that didn’t interest her?

Was she… not good enough?

“Can I really do this?” She whispered, not for the last time, her gaze tilted to the wall again, eyeing the ever constant growing images of all her friends. They were moving on. They were making more of themselves than the life they previously had. A recent news clipping of Levy being accepted into the counsel burned into Lucy’s retinas. She remembered seeing Gajeel’s own acceptance in those clippings, and the hints of her previous family joining other guilds. They were moving forward.

The one blank space saved for her previous team stabbed Lucy’s heart and she struggled to breathe. There was no Wendy, no Gray, no Erza to calm her down; to chase her horrid thoughts away. And no Natsu to cheer her on and tell her she was over thinking.

“I was a low-grade wizard in a world full of superstars, and I’m silly enough to think I can write?” The laugh that escaped was a hollow, empty thing and Lucy wondered when her light had faded to a dull shine. Rather than a pen clinging to her hand, urging her to continue her pointless endeavor, Lucy looked to the keys on her hip, fingers gently brushing along the sleek metal. Her grip tightened on the jagged, broken reminder beside them.

Aquarius would have scolded me, Lucy reminisced, barely recognizing her own tears. She would have scolded and insulted me for sitting here, until I was so mad I’d finish an entire chapter out of spite, but she’s-

The water spirit wasn’t there. She wouldn’t be there. Never again. In the moments of her drowning emotions, Lucy buried her face into her arms, a sob wracking her shoulders against the desk.

Lucy truly was alone.

The clock ticking echoed with a steady, loud rhythm that slowed Lucy’s cries, lulling her to sleep. Her blonde hair cascaded down her shoulders and off the table like a curtain. Lucy’s revised article for Jason would have to wait as Lucy succumbed to a sleep that muffled the sorrow chaining her.

The keys on her belt began to hum as a gentle glow surrounded them and one, silver key illuminated in light as a tiny little dog spirit opened his gate and joined the world. His gentle paws were unseen and unfelt, but the light of the keys grew stronger as Plue nuzzled his face into the depths of Lucy’s hair.

Lucy was floating in a blank space. Barely conscious of a soft weight against her head, but aware of the weightless air surrounding her. Her feet struck what felt like polished marble and a great staircase unfolded before her: ascending up and up into the clouds. She couldn’t see how far it rose, but with wide eyes, she began her ascent with soft, bare footsteps that echoed through the void.

She didn’t know how she arrived or where she was going, but with each step Lucy became aware of something new. Her clothes no longer constricted her body, but flowed into an inky blue. Her hair flowed gently behind like water and somewhere above, beyond the steps Lucy couldn’t see, a set of voices called her name.

“I’m,” She struggled to make a sound, mouth feeling like cotton as she croaked to the constant calling, “I’m coming!”

It takes a few moments, a few seconds of eternity, for Lucy to become rushed as recognition glints in her eyes. She knows these voices. She recognized the booming echoes that reverberated through the starry sky. These are her friends. Her dearest ones: Her spirits. The whisper of their voices become louder, beckoning her with the belief she can make it despite the climb. They coax her forward until the blistering pain in her lungs is forgotten. Lucy feels a burst of energy, gathering the dress in her hands to finish bounding up the last flight.

One voice, louder than the rest, represented a key that lay broken beside the others, called out, “Can you be any slower? Tch, hurry up already!”

Lucy knew her voice like it were a recording she listened to daily: Aquarius.

“I’m here!” She gasped, stumbling to the highest platform where she crumpled into a heap as she dragged air into her lungs with every gasp.

She made it; Floating just beyond her reach was the giant hand of the Celestial Spirit King hovering before her. His giant grin and mustache melded with the very sky as he watched from high above. His hand was huge, holding aloft the many faces of those she called friends. Those who had called for her.

“You made it.” Loke, her dearest friend and Guild Mate, called out from the tip of the King’s fingers, his own arm outstretched as he looked upon her with fond, endearing eyes. Beside him, the ever stoic Capricorn, nodded his head with pride. Virgo waved while Scorpio clung to the Celestial King’s Pinkie, dangling excitedly as Aries sat upon his rigid tail. They called to her, the twins of Gemini bouncing along in their excitement. And among the cacophony of their voices, Lucy met the eyes of the one she had missed the most in the passing months.

Aquarius lay against the King’s palm, propped by her own arm as she looked upon Lucy with a stern, warm gaze. It was familiar and cementing. Lucy knew it for what it was. She was there for a reason and ready to scold her if it were necessary. Lucy stopped breathing as she reached towards them all as if they could breach the distance with their arms alone.

“You made it up all those stairs? Excellent!” Scorpio exclaimed.

“S-sorry for the trouble.” Aries called, timidly.

“Piri Piri!”

“Miss Lucy, have you forgotten?” Capricorn interrupted, his gaze meeting Aquarius' for a moment as a silent understanding passed between them.

Lucy’s head tilted, blinking back the touched tears that threatened to spill down her cheeks. “Forgot what?”

They looked upon each other in silence, eyebrows raised and shook their heads. “That we’re right here, of course.”

It was Aquarius who spoke next, voice the sharpest among them, “That we’re always here, dummy.”

“Yes,” Loke cut in, his concern obvious as he looked upon Lucy through the tops of his sunglasses, “You’re not alone, Lucy. We’re right beside you: just call us.”

There was no stopping the tears. They flowed down like rain as Lucy’s shoulders shook, only now registering Plue taking his place beside her with a paw against her legs. His small shudders grounded her. When she glanced back, her friends' faces were solemn, serious, but brimming with a hope that left her lungs feeling too full, set to burst with emotion.

Loke leaned forward as the King’s hand shifted just enough to bring them closer, “You don’t have to cry alone. Every one of us is here for you.”

With heart wrenching sobs, Lucy nodded, smiling through the tears, despite the teardrops that landed on her hands, her dress. Each second she cried, the pain and loneliness that sought to drown her in her waking hours, slipped off her shoulders like melted ice. The burden weighing so heavily grew lighter and lighter. With a small apology, her hands met Loke's, grasping them tight enough to feel the gap between her and her dear spirits disappear.

“Thank you!” She sobbed, “All of you.”

When Lucy woke, she was startled to see the view of her apartment and not the stars above. Dizzy and thrown off, but safe and warm in the bed she doesn’t recall laying down in, but Plue’s paw grasped her hand hanging off the bed. He squeaked lightly when their eyes met and slowly faded back to his own realm. Lucy doesn’t know what his puhn’s often mean, but she can feel the relief they both shared and watched as he set her keys against the bedside table before his visage completely disappeared.

Perhaps… It was more than just a dream. And far more important at that. It took Lucy no time at all to dive towards her desk, fingers already grasping her quill to start writing her article once again.

“They’re right.” She said, eyes blazing, determined. “I’m not alone. I’m never alone. And I CAN do this.”

As the quick jots run across the parchment, Lucy thinks she heard Aquarius one last time, snorting derisively. ‘About time you realized that.’

For the first time in months, Lucy smiled.

#Lucy Heartfilia #FT Fanfiction #Fairy Tail Fanfiction #Lucy Fairy Tail #Lucy Heartfilia Fanzine #Celestial Spirits #Plue #Loke #Gemini #Aguarius #Scorpio #Aries #Taurus #all of em really #dreams #1 year time skip #my writing

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The Siren In My Shower | Yandere Leviathan

To come home and find an anime-obsessed siren in your empty tub would never become something you’d get used to. To walk into your home tired and wanting nothing more than to sleep only to hear an intruder yelling about something in the bathroom. Bat in hand you were fully prepared to swing at him only for him to dissuade you.

“W-wait! Please! I’m here for a good reason! Just hear me out.

According to him he was some kind of water demon that wanted nothing more than to go to the upcoming Ultimate Anime convention and your tub just happened to have the right conditions to create a portal to the human world. You sighed and told him how the convention would be months from now and that he was better off coming again later or to someone else’s home.

“No, no I can’t go back! My brother would kill me! He’d never let me come back again!”

You were going to be firm, sending him away to fend for himself since he wants to go to the convention so bad but his whining and immense strength forced you to waver. Not to mention he began to whine about how you hated him and he was pathetic; that seemed to rub you the wrong way the longer he went on.

You weren’t allowing a freeloader to stay in your house though, so you put him to work. Giving him two alternatives to use your facilities: 1) Be your housewife maid or 2) he gets a job to contribute to your bills. He tries option one for a while really enjoying the way you nitpick at his work but in the end he relents to provide for the house. He’s gotten a taste of your scorn now he was ready for your praise, and he would get it. He was lucky enough to find a community that was more than happy to commission him for detailed cosplay. You’ll doubt him when he’s stuttering to ask you to model something for him. Of course your tune may change when he’s made you a personal cosplay or when he presents the check to you.

Despite your refusal, you were getting along really well with Levi. Gaming, binging anime, talking late into the night about whatever; it almost had you forgetting the obvious difference in power.

“So uh you said you were some kind of water demon, right?”

“Mmmh.”

He was currently pinning some fabric near your waist, stepping back before leaning in again. You were bored and figured you’d ask him about it. You waited until he took a pin from his mouth putting it in its place before you tried again.

“So does that mean you…like..are you a mermaid? Or a siren?”

“No, it's more like I have an affinity for it. Kind of like those magical girls that more so represent than directly control it.”

“Oh okay…so uh you don’t have a mermaid tail?”

He snorted, adjusting you lightly as he began working on a different angle.

“No, but I do have a different kind of tail.”

“Ooo can I-?”

“But you don’t want to see that. It's all gross and will totally let you down.”

“But I do! After this can I see?”

“Well—”

You did your best to cutely pout totally unaware that you wouldn’t have to do that at all. He blushed when you stared directly into his eyes, reeling back before conceding.

“Fine. But stay still so I can finish this.”

You let him finish. Silently beaming as you began to imagine what he might look like. He said it wasn’t a mermaid tail, than maybe it was like an eel or even the cartoon pointed one! You were so excited you totally missed the fidgety movements of the water demon pretending to work.

‘To do this!? So soon?!’

He was trying to keep his cool; after all you had become so close with him this should be nothing. You had even dressed up with him when he did the Ruri-chan cosplay. He could recall how hard it was not to pounce on you when you posed like her rival. Not to mention the various times he’s felt you lean against him as he gamed into the late night and oh how your guard has fallen. Skin-exposed, bed-head, and your light breaths were already so intimate this shouldn’t be anything new. Oddly enough he hasn’t transformed as much as he did in the House of Lamentation. Granted he had his off moments where he raged in a game or you just passed by wearing his hoodies. Not once had he summoned Lotan, thankfully, which had to say something about how being with you in-person relaxed him.

“O-okay here goes.”

Back in your normal attire you giddily tried to sit still on the couch while he transformed. A flash of indigo flame and Levi was dressed in an scale-decorated ensemble. Totally outshined by his lengthy tail and spindly little horns on his head. Blushing relentlessly as he witnessed your jaw drop as you let your eyes roam over him.

“I-if you think I’m gross you can just look away…”

“Are you kidding!? You look awesome! Can I touch your tail?! Your horns?! And you have scales on your neck!”

He joined you on the couch letting you scooch close to him as you eyed his demon extremities. He nodded in approval bracing himself as he felt the soft, warm pads of your finger-tips poke at the tip of his tail. It flinched a little before wrapping around your palm. You trailed your finger over the tip lightly grazing down until you reached the base of his tail. He fought a moan as you poked and stared intensely at the ombre of his tail to his skin. Satisfied in your observation you went for his horns oblivious to the hyperventilating Levi was doing into your chest. Holding his head lower thatn your own you played with his hair parting his strands to look at the roots of his horns.

He let out a nervous exhale as he let himself hug you closer. You didn’t seem to notice, too busy playing with his horns you let him nuzzle against you as he played with the hem of your hoodie. So focused on just feeling the shape of his horns you almost missed the cold scaly appendage curling around your stomach. You almost stopped your ministrations thinking this was an uintentional action but when you tried to look the water demon in the eyes he further shoved his head into you.

“L-levi-? Agh~!

Suddenly his tail further wrapped around you cradling your chest as the tip of this tail rubbed its center. Trying to keep yourself from making anymore noises you tried to push him away holding his shoulders. He didn’t budge in the slightest in fact reinforcing his grip on you with his arms holding you tightly by the waist. He continued his ministrations against your chest and with no intentions of moving you grabbed at his horns and pulled. Muffled in yours his hoodie Levi let out a moan that in some twisted sense spurred you into pulling harder.

“Mmmfa~stop it, (Y/n)!”

“No, you stop it!”

You two kept going back and forth. With Levi continuing to whine saying ‘stop’ or ‘(Y/n), please.’ If your head wasn’t clouded in a haze of heat you might have noticed that there was a drool that was soaking your hoodie. Continuing on you paid no mind to his hands making way for his head to nuzzle into your stomach, letting his lips kiss at the hairs on your tummy. You were finally made aware when you felt the searing pain of a demon's bite on your stomach.

“Ow!”

“Agh~!”

Pulling at his horns one last time as you rode out the burning pain on your abdomen. He pulls away from you letting his tail uncurl and subsequently disappear as he shifts. Coming down from your own high you realize how you are sitting on your roommate’s lap as he holds you with his arms.

“W-what was that?”

“Uh it's kind of like…how those magical girls turn into the character they represent. Like a different state of mind.”

“Oh okay. Uh thanks for showing me-uh I should get dinner started..”

You awkwardly got off of him, disappearing into the question as you tried to recall the exact moments you just experienced. Leaving the water demon to finally let his exhausted inhales and exhales out reeling at the almost achieved emptiness that envy left him with. He wasn’t planning to mark you, today but you so easily riled him up. You were already his and you had no idea but as his avatar would suggest–he’d want more from you and you were helpless to stop him.

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