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collectorofsoulss · 1 year

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Exile! Mammon x F!Reader

Mammon had a secret life. After all, his brothers can’t destroy what they don’t know. But what if they found out? Would they use this moment to be supportive? or destroy his single source of happiness?

A disagreement within the Household of Lamentation left Mammon packing, which wasn’t the first time. He comes back–eventually. Mammon always found a reason to return home, always. And even then in his absence, he wasn’t truly absent. Lucifer was able to keep track of his wildcard of a brother. He was so chaotic, destruction followed. All Lucifer had to do was pick up the newspaper and read. However, this time around not even the local casinos saw him.

Then finally! He returned. To Lucifer’s surprise, there were no traces of damage. Mammon was different. Here the minute, gone the next. Mammon was only present to handle royal affairs or attend mandatory meetings. Of course, there were occasional moments where he needed to cast judgment on those who were assigned to his layer of Hell, however, once the business was handled –Mammon was gone.

It continued for a few years until Lucifer sought interest in his whereabouts. What changed him? Every demon he sent to trail him wound up missing or dead. The leads were cold, and no information was gained. It was only a matter of time before he did it himself. The Lords of Hell soon found themselves on a trip, scouring the realms of the world to find their dearest brother, Mammon.

When they did not find him during the first search it made them realize Mammon did not want to be found. While Lucifer hunted high and low he discovered rumors and talks about what’s become of his brother. Mammon did have a track record. He was known for entering bad deals, being easily manipulated, baring a curse he was unable to break. They all grew restless, and aggressive in finding answers. Some necks had to be broken, some lives had to be taken. Each result had Lucifer stepping over pools of blood to get to him.

Lucifer had everyone dispersed to cover more ground. Naturally, it was he who discovered the location. The neighborhood was quite…ordinary, basic, a place Mammon would never be caught dead in. The community was bright, friendly with neighbors who’d say ‘hello’ as he, a dark entity passed through white picket fences. A solid knock from his fist nearly unhinged the door. Even in his humanoid form, Lucifer was still large, still mighty. A single flick was all he need, anything more could decimate cities. Frustrated was what he was. His patience ran thin. It was not often Lucifer loses his composure but when it comes to those he loves, composure be damned.

“Hello, how many I help you?”

Lucifer wasted no time getting to the point. “Mammon. Where is he.”

“And you are?”

“It’s not about who I am but what you are going to be.” The air became thin. “Now. Where. Is. He.” A single wave of his hand had the knob snatched from your reach.

Enough of these games, he demanded to see his brother. A dip of his head, he stepped through the low door frame. Mammon was here, he could smell him.

“Excuse me!” you exclaimed, brutally shoved from the entrance. “You need to leave!”

Lucifer’s shadow consumed your form. Tsk. As if you were a challenge, you were barely an opponent. His aura dispersed through your home, immediately plants began to wilt. His crimson eyes radiated the gates of hell, instilling fear into your soul. Maintaining a distance, you accidentally collided into the furniture; the vase toppled over, shattering. A spell left your lips, attempting to buy some time to run–

“Did you really think such amateur hex could work on me?” he adjusted his gloves, breaking the barrier to pass the entrance hall. “You are more foolish than I thought. A trait that will now cost your life.”

“Does he owe you money too?” you whispered. “Please,” you plead. The racing of your heart left you breathless. “I’ll give you the money, just don’t make a scene–”

Before you knew it, small footsteps approached the confrontation. Tiny hands held a stuffed animal, a small child appeared but was frozen from fear. There’s a stranger in the house.

“Mommy?”

Lucifer’s intense demeanor shifted to observe this miniature human. No one else had those striking blue eyes and soft milky white hair. This human was, different – familiar.

The fear was evident in your eyes which made tears swell up in his ocean blues. “M-Mommy, I’m scared.”

“MJ, go back upstairs, I’ll be up shortly.”

As much as he wanted to move, he couldn’t, his legs refused to listen. Even with blurred vision, MJ saw the dark power. It drained everything of its natural energy. He was feeding from life itself. MJ had never seen anything like this, his eyes glossed towards yours and watched how it was consuming yours too. Soon his socks soaked as he made a puddle on the floor. In seconds you raised your child into your arms.

“If you can wait outside, I’ll give you everything I have, just please, leave my children out of this,” you reasoned.

Rage diffused from Lucifer’s body and was replaced with a new feeling, an unfamiliar emotion he dared not name. He took a moment to observe the walls and furniture of your home. Gradually, he approached a frame causing you to take a few steps back. Lucifer held it. There were you…him…and two additional members who ironically looked just like his brother. His dark eyes creased, unable to handle such vital information. Setting the photo down, Lucifer removed himself from the premises to make one single phone call.

In seconds you bolted up the staircase, MJ cradled against your chest until you reached the nursery. Maximus was peacefully asleep when you snatch him from his bassinet. He stirred a little but you hushed him forcefully. Traveling light, you wrapped him against your back.

“Mommy, my socks,” MJ whined.

“Honey, we don’t have time for that,” you grabbed his hand. “Let’s go.”

He fumbled a little, “B-But I'm wet.”

“We’ll change you later,” you promised. Quickly the two of you moved. That man – no, demon – invaded your home without permission. His presence was heavy, he made you weak. For a moment, your knees buckled as you pushed open the door. You surely would have fainted if you had stood in his presence any further.

MJ lagged, small legs unable to keep up with your ferocious steps. Eventually, you boosted him into your arms. MJ’s buried himself deep into your shirt as you move, fearful of what’s to come. The exit was near, you could taste the freedom on your lips. Once you were outside, they wouldn't act. Demons wouldn't dare draw attention once in public. Where there were demons, hunters were to follow. If only you could get out in time.

The second you saw the door, the man was already sitting across the room – comfortably, as if he didn’t break a sweat in arriving before you. It felt as if time had stopped the moment you saw him. Expression – unreadable, he stared, not at you but at your children. He rose while your legs failed to continue. The blood rushed in your ears, your heartbeat – loud.

Everything slowed, you were suffocating in the coldness of his presence. You tried to speak and say something, but there was nothing. Your mouth stayed shut as the demon approached, gradually closing in on the children. Your arms trembled with the lack of control. MJ peeked out from your shoulder and the intruder did not bare the atmosphere of death. Gently, you lifted your babies higher, trying to shield them both from view.

“I am not going to hurt you,” he disclosed.

He was lying, had to be. This demon came with intentions to tear you to shreds. What caused him to change so easily? Your throat constricted painfully. What should you do? Should you run? Stay still? All options seemed useless. Cause no matter what if he wanted you dead, you would be.

“I am Lucifer Morningstar; Mammon’s eldest brother.”

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yeehawbvby · 9 months

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MC......... UEKHGNUKVNEKNR

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amor-immortalem · 3 months

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It feels like when ever I’m drawing or writing nowadays it’s always content (for tiktok) for the masses and not something that’s just for my own enjoyment it’s why I barely post here anymore… but these are the first two things I’ve drawn as a treat for me, myself, and I in a looooong time

Regardless of whether people actually look at this thing, this is my formal announcement that I’ll just be posting whatever OM! related content I want from now until I strangle out every last drop of dopamine this fandom can still manage to give me…

#obey me #obey me shall we date #obey me swd #obey me! shall we date?#obey me next gen #obey me kids #Cyrus #azalea

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mageofseven · 1 year

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Now onto Levi's story! I actually spent a lot of time brainstorming for this last night. Writing Belphie's came more or less effortlessly because I have been able to build out his character past what we see in the games in a believable way.

With Levi, I haven't had as easy of a time nailing down who he is outside of what we see in the game. If anyone reading this has some insights and a better understanding of Levi, please send me your thoughts! Any help is appreciated

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It was 12:45 at night.

The couple had agreed to tell the other brothers about Kai in the morning, but honestly, this man was the only one of the three that couldn't sleep. After hours of agonizing labor, MC fell asleep rather easily. Kai took rather well with the Akuzon box-made-bed Levi put together for him so just like his mama, he too was fast asleep.

Levi was more awake than he's ever been. I mean, he just became a dad. Like, out of nowhere at that. This man's heart was still racing from the birth and nothing he did could calm him.

Despite their agreement, Levi found himself giving up on sleep. He carefully scooped up the box his son was in and trudged out the door.

Before he even realized it, the demon was in front of his older brother's study door. Adjusting his hold on the box, he raised his newly free hand to knock on door. But he didn't. He just stared at the mahogany wood and cried.

How the hell is he supposed to explain this to Lucifer? 'Hey, I knocked up my girlfriend without even knowing it and now I'm suddenly a dad and I'm scared as hell please help me--

The door creaked open, revealing a tired looking pride demon in desperate need of coffee. It was Lucifer's perspective that was much worse though.

He opened his study door thinking tonight was just like any of other night, not expecting to see one of his younger brothers crying outside his door with a snoozing babe in a box.

"Please," the younger brother sniffled. "Please help me."

Normally, Levi didn't like crying in front of any of his brothers, but tonight, he felt like he was drowning in the deep end.

Lucifer rushed his brother inside and carefully took the box before setting it on his desk. He put his hands on his brother's shoulders.

"What happened? Are you alright?"

"I-I didn't know--"

The oldest pulled his brother in for a hug. After a minute or two in this embrace, the third brother pulled back, wiped his tears on his sleeve, and explained the night he had with MC.

The older demon didn't show it, but he was actually relieved to hear that MC birthed the child and not Levi. When he saw his brother crying and carrying a baby, the worst case scenario entered his brain: Levi having this baby the same way Lucifer himself had Satan.

If this baby had been born in the same way, that would have meant that Levi dealt with a trauma had caused such uncontrollable pain that the emotions solidified into a soul and was forced out his body.

To hear that he simply knocked up his girlfriend and somehow (?) didn't know? Well, that was a much better alternative.

"It will be fine; just take a breath."

The older demon waited for a nod from his brother before lowering his arms and grabbing his jacket off the chair. He gently reached out and raised the baby from the makeshift bed before wrapping him in the jacket.

Kai let out a content, sleepy coo and snuggled into the jacket.

Lucifer tried giving him to Levi. Startled, the new dad took a step back, shaking his head.

"N-No. I..." He hung his head. "I don't... know how to hold one of them."

Its been hundreds of years since a baby was in House of Lamentation. Back then, he rarely ever held Satan. Even if he had though, this feels...different. It's different when it's your own kid.

Lucifer said nothing. He watched his brother for a minute before taking a step forward and slowly putting the baby in his arms, directing the arm placement along the way.

Once the baby was securely in his arms, the oldest stepped back. Kai stretched out his little arms and yawned before fluttering open his eyes, which matched his mother's. Levi stared down into his son's beautiful eyes and thought of MC.

He told MC that he could handle this, that he'll give their son his all. Since she fell asleep though, that brief moment of confidence dispelled and he became more unsure of himself than ever.

I mean, in what world could he actually be responsible for another human being? Hell, he couldn't even take care of himself half the time and if it weren't for MC, he'd be even worse off. He was nothing more than a shut-in otaku who was too afraid to face the world.

How could he be a dad? And do whatever it is dads do? And how would he know what that was? His dad was self-obsessive godhead who the amount of time he saw face to face could be counted on one hand. All he, or any of his brothers had for that matter, was Lucifer.

As much as he loved his oldest brother though, he's not someone who really knows how to parent; he's just someone who even as child was given too much responsibility and handled it the best he could. Still, Levi will be forever grateful for all his brother has gone through for them.

"Come with me." Levi's thoughts were interrupted by his older brother's voice.

The two men left the study and headed upstairs to the attic. Levi stood in the center of the room awkwardly as he watched Lucifer go through box after box, seemingly looking for something in specific.

The shuffling of boxes and baby coos were the only sounds in the room for a few minutes.

"Lucifer..." He called quietly. "Was...was it hard for you when you first had Satan?"

The other demon paused his search for moment before continuing.

"It's only natural that it was difficult for me." He explained. "After the shock of it all, I assumed that I could handle a child the same way I did with you seven. It was my own pride talking, convincing myself that a demon child of my own making could be easy to parent."

Levi couldn't see it, but his brother had a far away look on his eyes as he thought about it all. His own hubris was the undoing of any potential good standing with Satan.

He couldn't admit when he was wrong when he learned that he in fact couldn't handle Satan. The blonde had special needs that Lucifer couldn't have hoped to meet alone. The thought of seeking outside help was insulting to him at the time though.

Not seeking it was probably one of the biggest mistakes of his life.

Levi never knew this nor will Lucifer speak this now. As far as his younger brother knows, he handled his attempt at parenting in stride and had it as handled as it possibly could have been. As far as his brothers are concerned, he always has things under control. He needs them to believe that. He needs them to believe that he can handle anything so they will come to him when they need help.

"Did it ever get easier?" Levi asked.

Lucifer shook his head.

"Your situation is not like my own." He explained. "You have MC. Between the two of you, I'd imagine this child has a fair shot at life."

"But I can't do anything right!" The younger demon raised his voice. "I'm just a stupid otaku. I can't even handle walking to the store on my own. How can I be a dad?"

At the sudden loudness, Kai wailed in his dad's arms. Freaked out, Levi started to bounce him and speak more softly to the newborn.

When the baby finally relaxed, Levi lifted his head to see that Lucifer was facing him now, watching the scene.

"For a man who can't do anything right, I think you handled that moment well enough."

"I was clearly panicking though."

"Yet it worked all the same." Lucifer turned away to pick up the box opened behind him.

With the box in hand, Lucifer walked around the remaining ones and came back out with a folded-up green crib in his other hand.

Wordless, the two brothers left the room, went down the stairs, and made their way to the living room. Levi sat on the couch as Lucifer set the objects in his arms down and left the room.

It was just him and Kai now, staring at one another. His son reached out and pat his cheek, giggling all the while. Levi smiled.

Despite all his anxiety, he couldn't help but love the small baby in his arms. Honestly, that's why he was he was so nervous--he loved his son so much that he didn't want to screw up.

Lucifer came back with a rag to wash the dust off of the crib.

"Yooo!" Mammon called from the doorway. "What the hell is all this?"

The two other brothers scowled.

"You're late." Lucifer scolded. "What part of 'be home by midnight' was too difficult for you?"

"I mean--wait, da fuck is that?" The second brother asked, only now noticing Kai.

"It's a baby, dumbass." The third brother rolled his eyes.

"You know what I mean." The second one argued. "Who the hell popped one out this time?"

"MC," The oldest answered. "And the woman is now asleep so don't go pestering her with questions."

"I wasn't gonna! Sheesh..."

Kai start crying once more and this time, Levi easily bounced the baby into calmness.

Mammon flopped down next to Levi and leaned in towards Kai.

"Ey, despite being your kid, the fella's kinda cute."

Levi smiled proudly, not recognizing the insult.

"Of course he is."

After a moment, his smile faded.

"What's with that look all of a sudden?" Mammon asked.

"I still don't know how I'm gonna do this..." The third brother admitted. "I don't know the first thing about being a dad."

"So? Neither did Lucifer; that's where we came in."

That's true. Raising Satan did kinda end up as a family project after all.

"I guess..."

"Nah, no guessing needed. We got your back, man."

The more this sat with him, the more the new dad couldn't deny it. He wasn't alone through this; he had MC and his brothers. Yeah, they're dysfunctional as all hell, but he knows he can count on them.

And that makes all the difference.

#obey me #obey me otome #obey me leviathan #obey me lucifer #obey me mammon #obey me next gen

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robin-birb · 11 months

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Their children

#my art #obey me fanart #obey me shall we date #beelzebub x mc #obey me #obey me fankids #Someday I will make mini-comics about those kids 🥺#obey me beelzebub #fankids #obey me next gen

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l3viat8an · 1 year

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Okay but what if the septuplets were all boys and the youngest being a girl? Gender really doesn't matter especially with their babies because they will throw hands at anyone who even blinks wrong at them-

But I will say, I'm a sucker for the whole "tough family member with a sweet daughter" cliche! (Thanks buddy daddies-). They would all be so protective and it's worse because she's the youngest and oh boy if she was just a human too. XD

Daughter: Mama/Dada, Why are dads staring so much at us while we play?

Poly MC: Because your fathers are overprotective and don't trust anyone, not even other kids at this park.

Daughter: Oh okay! :D

Sons: Wtf-

- Anon 🦐

I’ve always loved this family cliché!! (and buddy daddies only made it worse-)

But I’ve got a little add on that I think really makes it better!!-

The sons start doing it too!! After all that’s their baby sis!

They’re not gonna let any other demons too close to her, and when she gets to the dating age???

Forget it!!

Whoever she tries to date has seven terrifying and overprotective dad after them, five uncles and then six brothers and another Mom/dad????

They might as well give up-

#ro rambles #🦐 anon!#obey me!#obey me #obmswd #om!#obey me fan kids #obmswd fan kids #om! fan kids #obey me kids #obey me next gen #om! kids #obmswd kids

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selenainwonderland · 2 years

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uh quick question, does anyone know what happened to the account lord-diavolo-is-watching/Diavolo Menthe. I had one of their works open in one of my tabs and when i went to see it, i found the "not found" page instead 😭😭 So if anyone knows what happened please update me 😔😔

#obey me shall we date #obey me #obey me lucifer #obey me mammon #obey me leviathan #obey me satan #obey me asmodeus #obey me beelzebub #obey me belphegor #obey me diavolo #obey me simeon #obey me solomon #obey me luke #obey me barbatos #obey me next gen

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one-britt-to-rule-them-all · 9 months

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Okay, so, you know how people sometimes make these breeding grids? Basically, you purchase a ship of a character with another character that the artist put on their grid, and they make you a fan kid? So, I did that with the Obey Me dudes, since there’s an artist who had an all customs slot grid, so I went ham. Here’s their link!

So, I thought I’d share the kiddos I got!

Lucifer’s daughter | Mammon’s daughter

Leviathan’s daughter | Satan’s Son

Asmodeus’ daughter | Beelzebub’s son

Belphie’s son and daughter

Diavolo’s son | Barbatos’ son

Solomon’s son | Simeon’s son

I love them all.

Of course, these are all based off my persona and the guys, but they’re so cute.

If I ever make kid/parent/family stories or HCs, I’ll probably be referencing these kids.

Which one’s your favourite? I have to say that I’m weak for Belphie’s kids and Barbatos’, but I love them all.

Now I wanna make HCs. The motivation is suddenly back. Lmao

#obey me #obey me x reader #fan kids #oc #lucifer x reader #mammon x reader #leviathan x reader #Satan x reader #asmodeus x reader #Beelzebub x reader #belphegor x reader #Simeon x reader #Barbatos x reader #Diavolo x reader #Solomon x reader #obey me fan kids #next gen

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ruewrites · 29 days

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Understanding Us

AO3

Ship: Solomon/Asmo

Word Count: 2952

Warnings: Mildly referenced implied homophobia/misogyny. The undertones are very light but it is there.

A/N:

Another installment of the Next Gen! AU that I made with @leviathanswingman. Solomon and Asmo integrating into the human world is definitely something that is worth exploring in this AU because it does come with a few challenges, especially in terms of socializing. They find their niche eventually, but there will always be challenges.

(Solomon is touch starved and no one can change my mind about this.)

I hope you enjoy!

Solomon forced a smile, swirling his cup in his hands as he watched his partner from across the backyard. He fit in well here, much better than Solomon did. Of course they both had their moments of bouts of odd behavior, and yet Asmo slipped into the neighborhood as a socialite with near flawlessness and perfection. He laughed like windchimes as he sipped his cocktail, gossiping and chittering away with a few of their neighbor's on the host's deck next to the grill. He looked stunning too, as he always did. The spring air appeared so much sweeter as it carried Asmo's essence.

What made it sweeter still was their child on his lap. Asmodeus was the perfect image of a parental socialite. Solomon had already heard him fantasizing about joining a future PTA meeting after speaking to a few of their neighbors who had older children. An entire bake sale had practically already been organized in the entirety of his mind for when Lilith started attending classes, and of course Asmodeus would be chaperoning field trips! Perhaps he could still make a post or two as well, after all, Asmodeus was still an influencer.

Tilting the cup in his hand again, he wondered if there was another cocktail floating out there for him somewhere. Perhaps one with blueberries or pomegranate.

“Solomon! That's not going to do you any good stayin still in your cup.”

A man clapped him on his back. Solomon had heard his name once or twice, his wife had brought over cookies when he and Asmo moved in. It had been a rough introduction, Asmo had still been a bit bristly around strangers so Solomon had done most of the talking. It went about as well as it could have with an unhappy demon in the background. Despite that, this man still seemed to hone in on Solomon at every social event. No matter how hard he tried to hide himself, he always seemed to find him and drag him out to groups which discussed subjects that Solomon cared little for. Still, Solomon forced a smile and stood a little straighter, “I'm more of a whisky man if I'm honest. I like my liquor a bit… smoother.”

“You get used to it, it's an acquired taste.”

Solomon would beg to differ.

“You're partner up there, he get you whisky? It's always nice to have your own little treats.”

Solomon had seen Asmo put back stronger drinks than whisky on a Saturday night. Solomon liked whisky, the best way to taste it was the remnants from Asmo's lips.

“We drink together, although he does know how to pick out rather divine blends,” Solomon continued to stare straight ahead, not offering the man a glance, “Sometimes we drink together later in the night after we put Lilith down.”

The man elbowed him, making the drink in his hands slosh onto his skin. It felt as disgusting and horrendous as it tasted.

There was a way this man talked about Asmodeus, a few of them talked about Asmodeus in a similar fashion. Solomon hated it. They projected their own ideas onto their relationship in a fashion that often made Solomon uncomfortable, and they liked to pry. Asmodeus confused them all, whether it be his mixture of pronouns or presentation of gender or how he fit in with Solomon and Lilith. They were much more concerned about Asmodeus’ role that Solomon thought they ought to be. Asmodeus was Asmodeus, and that should be enough.

“He get cuddly with you drunk? Scooch in real close?” it was a joke, but not one Solomon enjoyed in the slightest. It was shallow, superficial, and the implications left bile in his mouth, “Bet he's the type to get scared during horror movies too. You ever watch those and drink your whiskey?”

The man next to him was laughing as the plastic crickled beneath Solomon's finger tips.

***

“More, please.”

It was far from erotic, and Solomon craved it all the same. Asmo's caress did something to him, lit a fire deep within his cold soul. If it was taken from him, he wasn't sure how he would ever survive. Asmo's hand caressed the side of his face and moved upward to ruffle his hair.

“My Darling is so needy tonight,” the arm around his waist tightened, pulling him closer, and Solomon reveled in it. He knew his face was flushed, his body contorted to distort himself into some smaller form perfect to fit in Asmodeus' grasp. His legs tangled, arms struggling with whether to stay pressed close to his chest or to wrap around and capture the source of undying affection and attention before him.

“But that is okay,” Asmo cooed in his ear, “Because I am here for whatever he needs, whenever he wants it.”

It was like this frequently in the beginning once they started more openly expressing wants and desires. Solomon would fluctuate between a kind of aloofness and the cold void inside him that demanded to be filled. Before all of this it was easy to ignore. After all, how could you miss an experience that was forgotten to you? But once he had the tiniest taste, the switch inside of him was flipped. Nowadays the void was quiet more often than not but every now and again that craving for intimacy and affection overtook him to a point that was almost painful. Twisting his head to the side, Solomon looked up at Asmo through his lashes.

“I love you.”

The words fell short in so many ways, if only there was something more he could say, some word that fit better. One day he would find one, but for now, this would do.

Asmo's fingers continued to card through his hair, his eyes soft. His lips pressed against Solomon's forehead, “I love you too. How do you feel?”

Solomon shifted, adjusting his position and making himself feel more comfortable in Asmo's arms. The ache in his chest had lessened to a dull thud as Asmo's warmth took its place.

“Better,” Solomon said, “Luckily I have you and your love for this poor heart of mine.”

“Careful Handsome, you might have another baby if you're not careful with your words.”

Solomon laughed, “You say that like it isn't something I would like.” Asmo had passed on so much to their child. She looked so much like him and Solomon didn't doubt that what else he had passed on to her would be revealed with age. Solomon had passed on his talent with magic, that he knew, but he swore that she would never know what the void within him felt like. He would shower her in all the love and affection he could muster and assure that her days were filled with brightness and laughter.

“I know you would,” Asmo purred. God, Solomon loved that purr. The only thing better than the purrs were the chirps and chitters he made. It was all music to Solomon's ears. “You're such a good Daddy, there isn't a better man I could have accidentally had a child with.”

He punctuated each word by walking his fingers up Solomon's shoulder and tapping his nose.

All Solomon could do was smile. He kissed Asmo once. Then again. And again. He lost himself in his partner's laughter as they continued their exchange of soft kisses, completely and utterly enveloped in each other.

It was the best whiskey Solomon could ever chase, and he would gladly get drunk on it any time of day.

***

“I love what they do with the gore,” Asmo moved closer against his shoulder and it made his heart lurch, “It's so… artistic. Like a pretty little metaphor.”

“It does look like a flower if you pause it right.”

“Yes! See you get it! It's about blooming into her true potential and truths being revealed! Also I just think it was done in a very pretty fashion.” With the way Asmo squealed and kicked his feet, one might think they were watching a very different genre of film, certainly not a psychological thriller. But Solomon loved how excited Asmodeus became. It was lovely being able to discuss in depth literary analyses with his partner.

“What about you Solomon? What do you think?”

“What do I think?”

“That is what I asked.”

Solomon glanced back at the screen, intertwining his fingers with Asmo's as he thought. “I think it's about an acknowledgement of all parts of yourself, the good and the bad of human nature, that sometimes the more horrendous things can be masked with beauty and that escaping it in itself can be brutally terrifying, but there is beauty in escaping and gaining your freedom.”

Asmo used the tips of his fingers to turn Solomon's face towards him, his feather light touch on his skin sending shivers up Solomon's spine. “Beautifully put.”

Her finger tips traveled down Solomon's neck, tracing along his carotid artery, “Most people forget about the horrors often faced in order to reach that pretty little ending. When perfection is mistaken for beauty, some tend to turn volatile in their blindness.”

“You would know that.”

“So would you.”

“It's not easy to forget.”

“Would we want to?”

A few minutes of silence lingered between them, Asmodeus’ fingers dancing over his heart before gripping the fabric of his shirt and pulling him in.

“I wanted to go back to the Celestial Realm more than anything,” Asmodeus whispered, “I'd almost forgotten why I left.”

His fingers ran throughSolomon's hair and down his back, lulling him into a security. He let out a sigh and wrapped his arms around his lover. Asmo's scent filled his lungs as he inhaled, and a sense of completeness watched over him.

Asmo's eyes were once again fixed on the television, his grip on Solomon tightening.

“I'm glad she got her freedom.”

***

Solomon hummed, his eyelids lowering.

“Well? Do you?”

Another jab came at him from the side. It was taking all Solomon had not to let his agitation show. For the first time since their interaction began Solomon turned to him, a wide smile spread across his face.

“You don't know anything about my partner nor myself, and I think I like having our little mysteries,” If he were a worse man, he'd curse him now, “It keeps a certain spice to life, wouldn't you agree?”

Solomon didn't allow him to say another word. He dumped the vile liquid on the ground, stepping out of the way of playing children, and made his way up the deck steps. That man could speculate as much as he wanted, as could the rest of them, but unless they treated Asmo with dignity and respect when they thought he was out of earshot they wouldn't get a word out of him.

Asmo hadn't seen him approaching, in fact, he was still enraptured in conversation when Solomon approached him. A soft noise of surprise left him, a chirp. Solomon kissed where his jaw met his neck and then allowed himself to settle.

“Oh hello Darling! Coming by to say hi?” Asmo asked, leaning into Solomon. His warmth radiated to Solomon’s core and his hair smelled dizzyingly of the sweetest roses.

“How could I ever stay away?”

He took one of Asmo’s hands and placed kisses from his wrist to the tips of his fingers. A soft flurry of noises rose up and fell just as quickly as they appeared.

“What did I tell you?” Asmo chirped, looking around the table, “He’s a perfect model of a gentleman.”

“He is,” a woman crooned, “All you’re missin is a ring honey.”

“You’re gonna get me a pretty ring right Sol?” Asmo asked, batting his lashes. His voice was overperforming. Words dragged out in an exaggeratingly sweet manner as he cozied up to him. If only they knew how Lilith had come into the world.

“The prettiest, if I can have a sip of your cocktail.”

WIthout a word, Asmo lifted the pretty drink to his lips. Solomon could have groaned. Finally, something that didn’t taste like piss. Why take the enjoyment out of life by taking the pleasure of consumption away? Why ingest something horrible when perfection was a few yards away? Asmo set the glass back down onto the table and relaxed once again into their previous position.

“Thank you my Darling.”

Asmo hummed in response, content to let Solomon recharge his dwindling social battery. This was a game they often played at gatherings. For some reason or another, the same group of men would find themselves flocking towards Solomon, trying to get him to engage in one draining activity or another. Eventually Solomon would escape towards Asmodeus and allow himself to relax. He was more interested in the conversations Asmodeus was a part of anyways. If there was one thing his demon excelled at (well… one of many) it was honing in on interesting gossip or picking up key information that others let slip past their lips.

His fingers toyed with Lilith’s hair, it was soft and wavy, and Asmo had placed a little pink bow in it. Asmodeus loved toying with their daughter's hair. He absolutely delighted in it, seeing all of the different stylings that could be accomplished. She always looked so cute too, Asmodeus made sure she was the pinnacle of cuteness.

“How about I take her for a while?”

“I’ve got her.”

“I can take her inside and reapply her sunscreen, it’s getting hot,” Solomon continued, “Besides I want to make myself a drink.”

It didn’t take anymore convincing for Solomon to have their daughter in his arms as he walked into the house, a deep sigh left his lips. “Oh Lilith, what am I to do?”

Lilith babbled in response, blowing bubbles out of her mouth and grabbing for Solomon’s hair. “Ah, wise words from a wise young lady,” he shifted her weight to his hip as he looked at the counter full of mixing ingredients, “Now, let's make a good drink.”

Fortunately he spent the rest of the time in the kitchen talking to Lilith about everything and nothing. She was delightful company, always was. They could have a much better social event than whatever was happening outside, and when temperatures would eventually continue to rise they wouldn't be the ones melting. In every possible way, this was a much more favorable outcome in his books. Fortunately for him, no one else came in for however long he had decided to wander around. That was, until familiar heels clicked on the linoleum. Solomon had started making his second drink, explaining the elegancies of a wyvern’s bone structure to an enthused Lilith, when Asmo entered the room.

“You ready to head home?” he asked, hip cocked against the doorway.

“Are you done socializing?”

“They all started fixating on how I have a year old baby and no ring, so yeah I think I’m done,” Asmo said, “It’s a shame, they can’t seem to understand why I trust you to not leave me.”

Solomon snorted as he lifted the newly mixed drink to his lips. Asmo seemed to be matching his annoyance. It was concealed just enough, if Solomon hadn’t known Asmo for as long as he had or as intimately as he did, he might have missed it, “It seems to be challenging for some of them to understand us doesn’t it?”

“You mean your new friends don’t understand you?” Asmo teased.

Solomon choked, “God, I don’t know why they flock to me.”

“You’re an intriguing man Darling,” Asmo tilted his chin and pecked his lips, “And the cost is exhausting.”

It wasn't just that. They both knew it. They knew it was Asmo's perceived femininity. The fact that he enjoyed it when Solomon referred to him as “his girl” or “his princess” and that sometimes she preferred she. The fact that his makeup and nails were constantly well maintained. That Asmodeus enjoyed skirts and heels just as much as slacks and flats. It was easier to digest Solomon for them because in their eyes he fit their definition of masculinity more closely even when his nails were occasionally done. It didn't matter what Solomon felt about his own identity, what mattered to them was how they viewed him, and the way they viewed both of them was in strict little boxes.

Asmodeus was masculine and feminine and everything in between and every point in the spectrum. They would never know how safe and comfortable Solomon felt in his arms, or how his lower registers would send shudders up his spine just as his higher ones would inspire a similar yearning desire. No matter what form or what presentation, Asmodeus was Asmodeus his love and his muse.

He who inspired him and filled up the aching void in his chest.

She who held him until the loneliness once again drifted away into nothing.

They were his comfort, his everything, his dearest love.

“So, what do you say? Let’s go home, put Lilith down for a nap and we can cuddle up and watch a movie on the couch? We can even make a lil charcuterie board.”

“You know exactly how to entice me, Dear One.”

“And that’s why I’m yours.”

His.

The word made his heart lurch and ache in the best of ways. How it made him yearn for his partner in the deepest recesses of his very soul.

Oh Solomon could not wait to be home and have those pretty fingers tracing shapes on his skin and his voice whispering such sweet things in his ear. The comfort and familiarity of his lover’s embrace was worth more to him than anything else this would had to offer.

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meowsgirldrawing · 10 months

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Obey me (late) Father's Day + Mammon (Part 2/2)

Varya has and always will be a daddy's girl, or in her case, a ba's girl😂💜💜

Part 1

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anundyingfidelity · 11 months

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IS THIS OKAY? — Adam Warlock x fem!reader

Summary: You teach Adam how to touch you for the first time.

Warnings: nothing just pure, full smut, and some fingering, handjobs, edging, unprotected sex.

Word count: 1,303.

Notes: no one asked but I shall serve. 😋

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A soft moan left Adam's lips when you kissed him fervently. He felt your body pressing against his own and he was getting drunk on just tasting your lips in this heated make out session.

You enjoyed the feeling of his trembling hands, caressing your hips, as if you were made of glass and your body could break in any moment. You gasped between kisses, with you guiding the pace and the rhythm as your heart raced until he broke the kiss all of asudden.

"Is there something wrong?" you mumbled, your hand on his cheek.

He shook his head. "Nothing, this is just new..."

"And?"

"I think I need more," Adam said, skin heating up. You smirked and grabbed his hand.

"You don't even have to ask," you guided the golden man to your bed before locking the bedroom.

Soon, your hands started to take off his shirt, your eyes slowly checking his body, perfectly built. Adam let you undress him, pulling his pants down, and he felt his blood rushing down to his crotch once you released his hard cock. Even the slightiest touch of your skin made him eager, forcing himself to stay still and wait for your next movement.

You guided him to the bed, so he could lie down on his back and you started to take your clothes off lazily, his gaze taking in every inch of your exposed skin. It was the first time he really saw your bare body and he was aching for it.

You climbed on top of him, kneeling on his lap. Your soft skin brushed his length, Adam held back a moan and bit his lip, his hands gripping your hips to keep you still.

"Can I touch?" you teased, rolling your hips to create some friction.

"Yeah," the golden boy breathed. He released the grip on your hips, but his hands remained on your sides.

Your hands caressed his chest, playing with his nipples, going down to his stomach, enjoying the way he twitched under your fingers. He let out a rather loud moan when your hand started working on his hard cock. His lips opened slightly, breath hitching, and a small layer on sweat formed on his skin as he melted in your touch.

He was a heavenly sight, and the sweet sounds coming from his lips increased the wetness between your legs. His cock was harder than before and you started to wonder if that was even possible. The pace of your hand became faster and harder, feeling he might be close to his release.

Adam cursed under his breath, moaning your name and his hands gripped the skin of your hips once again, he felt like he was disolving into pleassure. But right before he was about to cum, you stopped and leaned down to kiss him gingerly.

"I really wanted to know what's next," he mumbled against your lips, desperate of feeling you closer and deeper.

"Don't worry, you will."

And with these words, you sinked down on his cock inch by inch, letting your warm sex get used to his size, until he disappeared inside your cunt. A low groan past his lips, he was losing all composure at the feeling of being connected so intimately.

You began rolling your hips as you did before, earning loud moans from Adam under your body. Soon, the rhythm increased and the sound of flesh smacking was more remarkable as you sank down on his cock repeatedly. The golden boy squirmed, and his hips started to buck, meeting your thrusts.

What started as an easy, sensual ride, quickly turned hard and Adam's thrusts were getting frenetic as you fucked yourself on top of him between breathy moans and low groans. You grabbed his hand from your hip and guided his touch to your bouncing breasts.

"Touch me," you ordered, looking straight to his dark and lustful eyes.

And happily, he obeyed as you said, squeezing the flesh and playing with your nipples like you just did with him before. You trembled under his touch and your walls clenched around him.

"You feel so good," you praised.

"Fuck," he breathed, letting you guide his hand now further down right where you two were connected as you bounced on top of him.

"Now, here," his fingers found your clit, rubbing the sensitive skin. "More," you panted.

Adam began tracing circles and patterns on your bud, applying the right amount of pressure to get you swollen. His hips meeting yours in a rather desperate pace got him close to the edge, his muscles started to tighten as you rode him, taking his cock so fucking good and looking so beautiful on top of him that he thought he was reaching the stars.

And that's exactly what he did. His hips jerked and his hands gripped your sides again, as he spilled himself inside of you with a low moan. You stopped, close to your own release, your pussy walls milking him perfectly.

"Fuck, that felt so good," he breathed out after coming undone.

You smiled widely, proud for giving him a good fucking orgasm. "I hope it was."

"Did you feel it too?" he asked, brows furrowed while scanning your body and face.

You bit your lip, rolling your hips slowly as you felt his soft length still buried deep inside you. "I haven't... yet, I was about to."

"Let me help, I want you to feel it."

You nodded, still if this started to be just about him you were more than happy to accept. Slowly, you moved off his lap, moaning at the empty feeling between your legs.

"You mind lying down?" Adam said, and you laid on your back, now switching positions.

He positioned on top of you, body weighed heavy from this position and he certainly looked like a god. And truly a god he was, a golden god. Adam's hand found your aching, wet cunt, brushing his fingertips on your clit as you taught him before.

You moaned as he played with your folds and parted them with his fingers, coating them with your wet juices and some of his cum that still was inside of you. Adam hesitated for a moment on what should he do next, your hips bucked to feel more of his fingers and you pulled him down for a sloppy kiss.

"Just fuck me with your fingers," you gasped after breaking the kiss.

He nodded, slipping one of his digits inside of you, and earning a loud whimper from your lips. He mimicked the thrusts with his finger, slipping a second digit inside your aching pussy. Your warm walls welcomed him, clenching around his fingers as he slowly increased the rhythm.

"Is this okay?" he asked, wondering if he was giving you as much pleassure as you did with him.

"It's more than okay, don't stop," you whimpered arching your back and kissed him one more time.

Your hands caressed his cheek and moved to the back of his neck, so he could not escape from your heated kisses. He worked you perfectly to help the tension growing up in your belly, and the sound of your wet cunt was so sinful he thought he might come a second time by just feeling your walls squeezing and coating his fingers.

The shattering sensation finally took over your whole body, reaching your peak. You cried out against his lips, and you clenched even more. Adam watched your face and the tense in your muscles slowly fading away, as you came from your high.

He pecked your lips softly after pulling out his fingers, letting you gain your composure one more time.

"I've dreamed of this for so long," he whispered, caressing your hip smoothly.

"Well, you don't have to dream anymore."

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collectorofsoulss · 5 months

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Exile! Mammon xF!Reader Pt 4

Rain. Blood collected with the rainwater, mixing as it trailed into the sewer. MJ’s eyes casually followed it until they landed on your staggered form against the wall for support while Papa held your sides as you retched. It was not too long ago he arrived; him being the demon he was, it easy to trace your scent. Mammon sought after you in an attempt to win you back. He was not one to wait or let things ‘cool off’ he could not bear the fact you were upset with him.

Mammon had instructed MJ and Maximus to go inside the car and wait. Head laid against the window, MJ exhaled, his breath fogging the window before clearing, there he noticed his reflection, studying the reality of his image until he spotted Maximus staring with curiosity.

“Am I going to get horns too?” he touched the top of his hair, feeling for signs.

MJ said nothing, ignoring him he stared at his bloodstained hands. The image of your expression flickered in his mind, he felt…ashamed although you said nothing. The ambiguity of your face made him scared. Did you not love him anymore? He soon felt a tug on his wing, Maximus pulling at the appendage.

"Can you fly?"

“Stop it,” he mumbled, casually nudging him with it. “Leave me alone.”

“Why you get to have them and I don’t?” Maxi whined.

“Mama said it’s a curse, I’m not supposed to have these,” he whispered.

The sudden loudness of your voice drew their attention away from each other and to their parents. Climbing into the passenger seat, Maximus gazed out the window for a better view. It was a slight distance, and the rainfall muffled your voice, however, MJ's ears were sharp. He heard everything.

The clothes were glued to your skin, teeth chattering from the coldness of the rain. The breath your body chased was never caught, between the puking and the adrenaline, it left you breathless. Heavily your chest rose and fell in attempts to grasp reality.

“Babe,” Mammon reasoned. “It’s rainin’ let get outta ‘ere and talk at home.”

“No,” you kept your distance, “You didn’t see what I saw! I need you to reverse it right now, whoever the hell you pissed off caused our son to do that!” you pointed to the dismembered bodies sprawled across the alleyway.

Mammon set a hand on the nape of his neck as he faced away from your intense gaze, he began to pace. He shifted his weight, one foot to the other as he built up the courage.

“I’ll…I’ll explain everythin’ to ya,” he breathed. “Just not here.”

The rain coated your face, dripping from your brows and quivering lips. At this point you could hardly feel your toes, regardless you remained unmoving.

“It’s hurting my baby,” you gritted. “I don’t want it to get worse.”

“No one ain’t do nothin’ to ‘em,” he confessed. “It ain’t a curse.”

Mammon slowly found the courage to face you. In the depths of your eyes twirled with disbelief, confusion and the searing pain of betrayal. Unconsciously, your body curled inward. The words tripped on your tongue, barely escaping as a whisper, “T-then what?”

Mammon’s heart clenched at your vulnerability, he never intended to keep this secret for so long. He was going to tell you! Not on the first date – or third! Not on the day he proposed or the night of his wedding! Everything was going well, telling you would have ruined everything he’s worked hard for.

He was truly afraid. Afraid you’d see him just like his brothers, that you too will gaze at him with eyes of disappointment and scorn. Mammon desperately ran from his greed, the past and who he was destined to be. He thought it eventually would fade with time. The single thought of you hating him, distrusting him – he simply couldn’t handle it. It’ll break him, like how your look alone is breaking him right now.

“I’m a…” he struggled to get it passed his throat, “…a –”

The woman’s words decided to echo in your mind. “…a demon,” you finished for him.

He looked into your tear-filled eyes. “All these years…” you murmured, “a-all these years,” you repeated. The outside closed in around you, the space was suffocating from the weight of his confession. Every piece of furniture, the photos, they all mocked you for the life you had built with this man, this demon. Everything you’ve once known about him was lies!

“Were you even an orphan?”

“…no.”

Spinning around, you could not bear to look at his face! “You knew…all this time?”

He did not have to speak for you to know his answer. Immediately you began to walk towards your car where your children were waiting.

“Baby please!” he clutched your arm, delaying your departure. “I was just scared,” he stammered, his eyes plea for understanding. He hoped you’d be able to see beyond the label and had grown to love the layers of his character. “Afraid if you knew, you’d see me as a –”

“What! A monster?” you interrupted, finishing with bitterness. Wrenching your arm from his touch, “Are you!”

The tears eventually cascaded down your cheeks. The weight of your accusation filled him with disgust. Mammon knew his previous actions could mark him as that but every day he found against his instincts, suppressing the desire. Temptation was everywhere, wealth, power and the humans displayed it well; it was partially oozing from their pores. There were moments of weakness but each time he chose you and his children over his selfishness. Mammon was fighting his demons but he couldn’t fight them if the demon was him.

Mammon tried to touch you again, “Babe, c’mon you’d know I’d never –” you raised your hands in defense, flinching. Not once you look at him like that before – ever. It scared him. Mammon stared at his palms, eyes shaking with terror. “I’d never h-hurt you,” his voice was a whisper, however, his words were swallowed by an abyss of mistrust. The way you stood there, staring with foreign eyes. Internally Mammon crumbled to pieces.

“No,” you breathed, “I don’t know. Do you expect me to believe anything from you?” Little by little you stepped backward, “I never asked for any of this! You never gave me a choice!” you shouted. “And that’s the most selfish thing a demon could ever do!” Mammon was speechless; he watched you slip from his grasp and out of his life.

Maximus saw your figure appearing closer, and quickly he went into the back, throwing himself in his car seat. The second the door opened, you made sure he was fastened. He saw how your hands trembled, you barely buckled him on the first try. Soon after, MJ saw you were going to do the same for him but noticed your hesitation once you saw the blood coating his figure. Regardless, you fastened him anyway. MJ saw Papa was still outside, standing in the same spot you left him in once you got into the car. He said nothing. Maximus strained his head to see where Papa was, eventually speaking,

“Is Papa com –”

Adjusting your rearview mirror, you interrupted. “Not now, mama needs quiet time.”

Mammon's spirit sank into the lowest pits of hell, returning to where he rightfully belonged. There he was in the dimly lit confines of his bedroom. Across his couch, he laid, pillow hugged against his chest, gazed fixed at the picture of his family within his worn wallet. The weight of your absence - was this what it meant to feel soulless? Desperately he desired to see you, to hold you once again, to kiss his children but he could not bring himself to face another rejection. Did he deserve you? Did he deserve them? He closed his eyes, a single tear escaping. His brothers were right. He was scum.

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