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animeshotsh · 3 months

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Thats MY kid | Dad!Lucifer x Kid!Reader x "Uncle"Alastor |

Summary: Alastor wants to take you out for some time with him!

Alastor tried to convince himself he was doing this to piss Lucifer off. No, he did not have any type of attachment to you, he did not see you as his own kid (even if you totally ignored his half request to be called dad when not being around Lucifer). And no, he was not hurt by that.

Right?

Yeah well no. You had touched his heart somehow and now Alastor was down bad, he swears you must have some type of demonic magic (and not just you being you and being amazing) because no one (only his mother) made him feel so much love in his life or after life.

"Uncle?" Your voice called him making Alastor look at you with his signature simile. "Why was dad angry when you showed up?"

~☆~☆~☆~

Earlier that day.

"ABSOLUTLY NO. GET OUT FROM MY HOUSE RIGHT NOW" Lucifer screamed at the radio Demon who just stared back.

"My my, I never had you for the possesive type of dad, with how much freedom you have give Charlie"

"Dont bring my daugther into this" Lucifer said almost breaking a pen. "We both know you want to take (Y/N) out just to get to me. And im not letting you create fake hopes for that kid. That kid is mine Alastor, maybe not by blood but its mine. And I promised I would protect them, for anything and anyone. You can piss me off however you want but dont bring (Y/N) into this".

Well fuck, Lucifer did care for you.

Also, fuck you Lucifer. You did not know how he felt (hell, not even Alastor knew how he felt towards you). After meeting you at the hotel, seeing you interact with the others and also play with his shadows, something started to form inside the old killer. And it got worse when you ran to him asking him how the radio worked, his insides making flips as he explained you.

He also did almost break when you were saying goodbye and hugged his legs. If that was any other Demon they would have ended dead on the spot. But it was you, and it felt right.

"Listen" Alastor started smile still on his face but his tone serious "Im not that low to bring (Y/N) into our....fights. You May not believe me but I care for that kid, if I did not for sure I would not have give him one of my shadows to protect them"

"Wait-you did what-"

"The point is" Alastor interrumped static forming "I dont plan on giving they fake hope, and thats all I Will say"

Silence passed for seconds that felt like hours, finally Lucifer nodded.

"Alright, i will let you take them for today, BUT anything and I mean anything happens to them, you will no longer be here" Lucifer said his tone for once being truly the one from a king of hell.

Alastor just nodded, taking his cane being ready to be out with you for the day.

"Oh and Alastor, I dont trust you. But i want (Y/N) to get here what they missed in life, so dont fuck this up"

~☆~☆~☆~

"Nothing your silly head must worry about!" Alastor assured you. However your face did show you were not buying what he said.

"Smile my Dear!! You know you are never fully dressed without one!!" Alastor tried again, stopping to take your hand and make you spin. Your laught coming out quickly making him relax.

"There it is!" He exclaimed then continue to walk besides you. Right now you two were in the cannibals town. For other demons and sinners this part was even more dangerous than the regular hell. But for Alastor it was like his home, demos in here knew him and liked him, and that extended to you as well. A few had waved and smiled, fresh blood showing. But Alastor had made sure you did not see any dead body, or parts of one.

"Now I have a suprise for you!, I have a friend who owns a restaurant and she accepted to take us in"

"...as food or clients?" You asked joking making the radio Demon smirk, radio laughts in the background.

"Well, since she is my friend, we are clients of coruse" Alastor responded getting a nod from you. "Of course you wont be eating anything...special, regular food I promise"

~☆~☆~☆~

When you two entered the restaurant you found it to be empy....aside from some workers who came quickly to guide Alastor and you to a private room with a big table.

There, on one of the chairs a very pale Demon with deep black eyes stood. Noticing Alastor she got on her feet coming closer.

"Alastor, its so good to see you again" she beamed at the radio Demon stopping a few inches away.

"And who may this little creature be?"

Jokes, Rosie knew who you were. He had to listen to Alastor talk about how unfair it was that you had decided to call Lucifer dad and not him.

Being by Alastor side gave you confidence so you took some small steps closer to her.

"Im (Y/N), im Alastor newphew" You stated proudly making Rosie smile showing her sharp teet.

"Thats wonderfull, now please sit I have prepared the best for both of you" Rosie exclaimed calling over the workers who appear to help the three of you settle down.

"For you my friend, I got you the finist meat from this side of hell" A plate with fresh flesh was presented making Alastor almost growl at it. "And for you little one a bird told me you loved chocolate" a big space on the table was now occupied with the biggest and most extravagant chocolate cake you have ever seen.

"I-its that all for me?" You asked not believing it. Getting a nodd from Rosie "and I cant eat all of it?" Again a nodd.

You almost cried when the first slice was put in front of you. No one ever got you cake in the living world.

"Oh and to help you not chocke with that, Alastor I have some.." Rosie paused looking for the right words seeing how you were now devouring the cake "a very special drink" she finally said, a bottle with red liquid appear. And for you, I prepared a mix of appel juice and strawberry" she said getting the most pure look from you.

"Thank you Miss"

"Oh, just call me Rosie" she responded.

~☆~☆~☆~

Turns out you ate most of the cake and now the sugar had gave you too much energy. Rosie had asked her workers to play with you some game of tag, without biting.

And hell, you were fast. Outrunning the old demons and even letting chairs fall to prevent them from coming closer.

Rosie used this moment to dig as much information about you from Alastor as she could find.

"So, Lucifer just decided to take them in? What a strange guy" she said sipping her own drink. "And now you are taking care of them?"

Alastor nodded "yes, you must see Lucifer's face when I show up and (Y/N) calls me uncle, he its so angry"

"But you truly care for them" Rosie stated. "You would never have asked me to prepare something that does not come from sinners or demons knowing where you are. You also made me order the town to keep the body display low to protect them"

Rosie could read Alastor as an Open book.

"Uncleeeee" your call alerted the overlords, seeing you running towards them with the biggest smile on your face. "The other said they are too tired to keep running after me, does this mean I won?"

"Well centraly!! I knew no one would be able to catch you. You are my relative after all"

You nodded and smiled going back to your chair to drink more juice. "This is amazing. Thanks a lot Mi-Rosie!"

"Aww, arent you the cutest" Rosie beamed her hands squishing your cheecks.

~☆~☆~☆

After the food and some more talking Alastor decided it was time for you to go back with Lucifer (and no, it was not because he had got at least 666 messages from him).

Rosie had told you to come whenever you wanted that no one would hurt you in her town.

~☆~☆~☆

"I had a great time Uncle!" You told Alastor as the big castle started to show in the distance.

"Well im glad Dear! Dont forget to tune the radio for my program tonight" Alastor said petting your head.

"I wont! Dad hates it but I love it, specially that music you use...ummmm jazz?"

Alastor started to think that just kindapp you and made you his kid instead would be for the best.

"(y/n)!!" A very distinct voice screamed

"DAD!!"

But he would not want to hurt your feelings so, seeing you from time to time would have to do.

He waited for the exchange to end, Lucifer asking you what have you done and also making sure you were not hurt. After that he nodded to himself.

"Alright, now go inside, Xin has prepared you a bath"

You nodded but turned towards Alastor going for his legs again to hug him.

"Thank you uncle!! No one ever took me to a restaurant or got me cake. Lets meet again soon" you smiled up to him showing pointy teet.

Before he could respond you were running inside the castle with a very worried maid behind you.

~☆~☆~☆~

"Well..looks like you did not ruin this" Lucifer stated seeing you run off.

"I told you I would not" Alastor responded offended. "(Y/N) has potential to grow up to be a powerfull sinner (no you did not) of course im going to look over them"

Lucifer just shoot Alastor a knowing smile then turned around to enter his home.

"Thanks for not breaking his heart" he finally said then the doors closed behind him leaving Alastor alone.

Of course he could not bring himself to do that, even if he wanted to. You were his newphew. His. Not someone else.

And no one breaks the things he loves.

Not even himself.

#hazbin hotel lucifer x reader #hazbin hotel x reader #hazbin hotel x you #lucifer x reader #alastor x reader

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devildom-moss · 1 year

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Calling them "baby girl" in front of others (dateables)

(Diavolo, Barbatos, Simeon, and Solomon x gn!MC)

(suggestive)

Diavolo

You had joined Diavolo, Lucifer, and Barbatos for tea at the castle. Diavolo had recently returned from a meeting and was still in his suit – looking like one of those gorgeous creatures you might be tempted to follow somewhere dangerous. An acquaintance of his sent him home with a large box of sweets. He wanted to share with three of his favorite people. The box sat between you all at the table. Diavolo started eyeing the pudding closest to your side of the table before eventually asking you if he could try it.

“Sure thing, baby girl,” you replied, taking a spoon and offering him a bite. He gulped and his face heated up. He can’t believe you called him that while offering to feed him – especially in front of Barbatos and Lucifer. It almost would have been humiliating if it hadn’t turned him on so much. He enjoys it when you dote on him, but he didn’t expect you to be so bold. Neither had Lucifer and Barbatos, who felt as if they had witnessed something they shouldn’t have and couldn’t decide whether they should scold you for being so impudent with the future king or just let Diavolo handle it himself. It wasn’t until they heard the soft, flustered “thank you” from Diavolo before he opened his mouth for you with a blush reaching his ears that Lucifer and Barbatos realized that no one would be scolding you – least of all Diavolo. Barbatos cleared his throat and asked Lucifer to join him in the garden for a stroll. Lucifer reluctantly agreed. As soon as they left, Diavolo started removing his tie and asking you to say it again.

“Please, MC, just once more?” The chair you were sitting in was forced to bear the weight of both of you as Diavolo, now stripped of his jacket and tie, climbed over your lap. He was looking down at you, but he looked so desperate and delicate – as if his heart might shatter to dust and clot in his blood if you denied him.

“For you, baby girl? Of course.” It’s enough to make him tremble. You didn’t expect him to react like this; it wasn’t serious until he got that shy look on his face. He was surprisingly submissive, and the thought that Lucifer and Barbatos both knew what was happening in that room only made him want you more.

Diavolo’s so used to trying to protect his citizens and planning for the future of the Devildom. Even with all the help, it’s exhausting. When you called him “baby girl,” it felt like you were giving him permission to relinquish control to you. He doesn’t really mind being called a girl, either. It feels so nice when you say it. All he can focus on is you and how much he wants you to take everything from him.

Barbatos

Solomon was hosting a gathering with his favorite toys apprentice and two of his favorite pact-having demons. He wanted some help with an experiment. Solomon started his testing by handing both of the demons a tube of soft pink fluid and having them drink it. From there, you and Solomon were tasked with watching for any changes, but he refused to tell anyone what those changes might be – just that no one had anything to worry about. Asmo snuggled up between you and Solomon, dropping the latest Devildom gossip, while Barbatos tasked himself with checking e-mails and making a grocery list, occasionally chiming in with his own bits of gossip or correcting Asmo’s rumors. Over twenty minutes had passed with no signs of change in either demon.

Barbatos was growing bored – or rather, he craved something more productive. He walked over to the pile of limbs that Asmo had pulled you and Solomon into. “If you will allow me the use of your kitchen, I would be happy to prepare some tea for everyone.”

“Sure, Barbatos,” Solomon granted him access to the kitchen, but you felt bad that even in these circumstances, Barbatos was trying to serve others. You grabbed his thigh, just tight enough to keep him from walking away. You caught his gaze, as well.

“Allow me, baby girl.” You don’t know what possessed you to call him that, but the brief parting of his lips and the pink flush on his cheeks was worth it. Asmo and Solomon stared at you in disbelief. If it had been anyone but you, Solomon would have expected to need a new apprentice. Barbatos stood, stiff, even as you released his leg and stood up to go into the kitchen. By the time you had walked to the door, Barbatos had whipped around and followed you.

“I’ll assist you with that.”

He, in fact, did not assist you in making tea. As soon as that door closed behind him, he pulled you into his arms and whispered “tease” in your ear before kissing down your neck. His breath was ragged and hot. You must have been trying to fluster him, and it worked. He didn’t know why something so ridiculous got to him, but his self-control was dwindling. Whatever was in that potion Solomon gave him had to be the cause – or at least, that was what Barbatos convinced himself as he felt his body heat up. You could feel every growing inch of him pressing against you. He pleaded against your neck, “MC, teleport us somewhere more private, please?”

Solomon was upset that his experiment had been interrupted. After an intrusive, personal interview about what happened to Barbatos after you disappeared coupled with his own observations of Asmodeus, Solomon concluded that he would need to run the experiments again. Barbatos refused his request.

Simeon

“No way.” You protested.

“Do it,” Asmo nudged you.

“You lost the game, MC. You have to do what Asmo said. Personally, I would have said you should call him a kitten.” Satan shrugged.

“You like pet-play, we get it.”

“Just go,” Asmo waved you on.

You lost a card game to Asmo and Satan. When Asmo won, he got to dare you to do anything he said. It could have gone wrong in many ways, but you didn’t think he would tell you to call Simeon “baby girl.” Asmo just wanted to see how Simeon would react, but he was a bit afraid to try it himself. He wasn’t even sure if Simeon would understand that you were flirting with him, but Asmo figured Simeon couldn’t be that innocent.

You walked up to Simeon, and he smiled that sweet smile of his. It was evident that he was happy to see you every time. When he looked at you like that, he was trying to convince you that you were his home now. That adoration made you feel guilty as you felt Asmo and Satan watching you from behind. Simeon pulled out a small box wrapped in pink ribbon and handed it to you.

“I baked cookies for you.”

“Thank you, baby girl. You’re so sweet.”

Simeon’s eyes widened – so slightly and briefly that Asmo and Satan were unable to tell from their safe distance down the hall. He smothered his shock with an adorable smile and said, “I’m just happy to bring a smile to your face.”

His sweetness was stunning. Had he not heard you or was he just ignoring that part? He left you standing there, greeting Asmo and Satan on his way down the hall. All three of you returned to the classroom, disappointed. Simeon must have ignored it because he knew you were being watched. Or maybe he just didn’t care, you thought. That is, until you received a text from Simeon: I’m not sure what you intended to do back there. Please meet me after class, and you can explain yourself on the walk to Purgatory hall. Clear your schedule. It may take me a long time to understand. 🖤

Solomon

You and Solomon were working in the lab with Satan and Belphegor – the latter was taking a nap, and was only there because he didn’t want to go home without you. Solomon was making considerable progress on a magical request from Asmo: lip gloss that made anyone you kissed praise you honestly. Satan was observing with hopes to alter it and use it against Lucifer somehow. Solomon was thrilled that you were willing to help him, but his joy was cut short when Lucifer came into the room looking for you.

“There you are, MC. I need your help in the council room,” Lucifer demanded your presence, and that annoyed Solomon.

“I’m sorry, but my apprentice is helping me right now.”

“Well, I need them.”

“Make a pact with me, then.”

“Not happening.”

“Then get your own apprentice.”

“That’s my human, too.”

A tense aura rushed into the room, exciting Satan and causing Belphie to stir in his sleep. As always, you were going to have to solve this. You sighed with the exasperation of someone who has played mediator and therapist one too many times that week.

“Solomon, you’re almost done here, so I’m going to help Lucifer for now. You can finish up without me. I’ll make it up to you later, so just be good. Okay, baby girl?”

A blush overtook Solomon’s face, and he looked away from you. Even Lucifer was flustered by the situation he was in. Solomon quickly reassessed and chuckled. While Lucifer was still staring at you both in disbelief, Solomon pulled you close to him and kissed you. His cheeks were still pink as he moaned against your lips. He made sure to stare at Lucifer as he pulled away from you, panting slightly.

“Okay,” he returned his gaze to you and spoke with a soft tone of innocence that betrayed his actions. He squeezed your hand in his before you left the room. Lucifer said very little to you the rest of the day.

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libby-for-life · 1 month

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hi i'm the anon that sent the request about the rare pair!

okay so the request is alastor x adam or angelicradio: i would like to think that alastor would be obsessed with adam cause adam was able to beat him and no one has every done that before(besides lucifer, if they had ever fought🤷🏽‍♀️). And now that adam is a sinner, alastor would take the opportunity to 'woo' adam or like 1930s it and 'court' him. i'm aware that alastor would rather use adam in some type of twisted plan he would have, but let me dream lol. so adam start giving alastor a chance and they went on a date to test the waters and adam really enjoyed it, although he is a little hesitant, because of what happened with his first two wives and lucifer. so alastor 'shows' him..

tender/possessive sex, please!

sorry for the word vomit

No problem! The more detailed the prompt is, the more the one-shot can be made to your liking! Now, believe it or not, Adam and Alastor are not that rare of a pair. Check the ao3 tag!

Anyway, let us begin! This is not Lucifer-friendly. I will also try respecting Alastor being Ace. I have an idea of how it would work without having Alastor physically having sex with Adam. Hopefully, I do it justice.

Three months.

Alastor had no idea what he should do and that was something he wouldn't stand for. The Radio Demon would like to think he knew himself well. He knew his emotions and how to regulate them. He was the epitome of class and refinement, with a taste for other demons and danger.

But he didn't know how he felt about Adam. At first, when the man came into the hotel after making a deal with Charlie Morningstar, Alastor was determined not to be in the same room as the brash sheep demon. He could let go of Adam hurting him in public when he was dead for good. But now that he was alive and under the same roof as him?

It was insulting, to say the least. Well, for the first few months. Now? He couldn't help but secretly be impressed that Adam held his own so well against him. No demon in Hell could say that.

Adam was an enigma. A puzzle to solve. Alstor could read people well, but Adam had so many layers. Most could only see the first layer. A brash and fowled mouth demon who was under soul contract with Charlie. The second layer was harder to see. Adam reserved it for animals.

Surprisingly, he was good with them. Extremely good. Any animal, no matter how dangerous, acted calmly or like an excited puppy near Adam. When he was alone with them, he had a softer voice and didn't swear as much. He cuddled them gently and took care of them with that of someone who loved animals.

His third layer was for when he was completely alone. When Adam was sure no one was watching, he looked defeated and broken. A shell of the angel who fought him so easily. He cried quietly. Not loudly like some would for attention. Adam cried as if he had no sound to give. Like someone had turned the nob of a radio to silent, and all you were left with was uncomfortable silence.

Alastor didn't know what to feel. So, he observed him from afar. Some would call it stalking but he was nothing like that infernal TV demon. He had class.

When he witnessed Lucifer make a snide comment about Adam's weight to his face, Alastor could feel the anger rolling off him. He could also feel, on a much smaller scale, how much it hurt him. Alastor watched as Adam ate less. It was enough where no one noticed unless you were looking for it, someone like Alastor for instance, but enough where Adam was losing weight.

Something in Alastor moved. Maybe it was the poor boy from the Bayou talking, but he didn't like the idea of anyone starving. Especially if they were doing it to themselves.

Without really thinking, Alastor had one day took Adam by the arm and teleported them to the kitchen alone.

"What the fuck, you freak!?" Adam yelled, his eyes darting around in anger. Alastor was sure that he was the only one who could see the fear in his eyes.

"Now, none of that!" Alastor laughed. "When was the last time you've eaten?"

A pause and then a growl. "None of your fucking business!" Alastor nodded. "That long. You must be famished then!"

He pushed the sheep demon into a chair and watched with some amusement as Adam fell into it. "How about some jambalaya? My mother's recipe is the best in Hell!"

"And what makes you think that I would trust anything you make for me?" Adam said with narrowed eyes. "How do I know you won't poison me or something?"

Alastor let out a chuckle. The idea of poisoning him was a funny way to kill him. But it wasn't the Radio Demon's preferred method. No, he liked to be up close and personal when choosing his victims. Adam wasn't even on his list if Alastor was being honest with himself. When did that happen? He shook his head. It didn't matter but he did have a reputation to uphold after all.

"Oh, Adam. You've been here for three months now? If I wanted to kill you, I would have done so already!"

He watched as Adam mulled over his words before shrugging. "Ah, fuck it. But why food?"

Alastor rolled his eyes. "Didn't I already tell you why? You're hungry, Adam. You're intentionally skipping meals. No one under this roof will starve while I'm here." And that was it. Adam didn't say anything else and neither did Alastor for the duration of the meal. But somehow, they both knew that something had changed. Any time Adam skipped a meal, Alastor was there to make sure he ate.

Four months

Alastor and Adam had begun acting differently with each other. Alastor wasn't sure when that happened, but they were...friendly with each other. They joked, they ate together, and they even sometimes took walks around Hell. Alastor didn't know how things had changed but the Radio Demon wasn't opposed to it.

Adam was good company when you looked past the first layer. No one seemed even willing to try to look past the tough exterior Adam put out to protect himself. A shell that Alastor finally seemed to be slowly chipping away with hard work. No good friendship was easy but the Radio Demon, weirdly enough, was willing to give it a go.

He was currently telling all this to his best friend, Rosie. Oh, and what a doll she was!

"Oh, Alastor! That's wonderful!" Rosie said with a warm smile. But that smile quickly turned into a playful smirk. "But you don't see it, do you?"

Alastor tilted his head. He didn't like to be on the outs when it came to information. Rosie knew this though, so she had better get to the point.

"What do you mean, dear?"

"Alastor, you're in love. Or at least attracted to him." Alastor felt something snap in him, like a record snapping in half.

He let out a laugh. "Rosie, you do say the most hilarious things! In love? Me? Preposterous! Why, perish the thought!"

Rosie just gave him a knowing smirk. "You haven't stopped talking to about him for an hour. That says a lot."

Alastor looked at his now cold tea. Him? In love with Adam? He couldn't be! He had never been even attracted to anyone when he was alive nor since he died. Why would Rosie even suggest this?

"Just think about it." Rosie urged. And so Alastor did. He thought about it when he did his broadcast. He thought about it when he and Adam ate dinner, the lamb conveniently forgot, and he thought about it when he was sitting in his bed.

He thought about Adam in general. He was pleasing to the eyes. Anyone could see that. Big brown eyes, all soft curves, and a throat he just wanted to bite—

"Shit," Alastor said when he realized it. He guessed Rosie was right after all. He glanced at his lap. If he gave this a try, would Adam be okay with him not having sexual intimacy with him? Sex didn't gross him out, but he just never felt the need for it. His body wasn't made for something like that and Alastor had come to accept that. It was no skin off his nose in life or death.

But from Alastor's experience, nobody was satisfied with that. They always wanted more than what he could give. A certain annoying television came into mind making him growl. Would Adam be the same?

He sighed as he flopped into bed. He would think about this tomorrow.

Four months, two weeks

Alastor gave it enough thought. He was well and truly in love with Adam. He watched his lamb, for he was his and his alone, sitting on the hotel's roof with an animal he didn't care to know the name of. It was a cross between a chicken and a rat with a beak full of razor-sharp teeth that wouldn't hesitate to bite your shins if you weren't careful.

Adam, of course, was the exception to it all as he petted the thing on his lap as it slept. He murmured soft things to it and looked at peace.

Alastor was holding a bouquet, one that held meaning. It consisted of red Roses, peonies, tulips, amaryllis, and American Cowslip. It was hard for even him to get flowers such as this, they didn't normally grow in the Pride Ring, but Alastor wanted to pull all the stops.

He sighed to himself, why was he so nervous, as he walked up to the lamb demon. Alastor cleared his throat to get his attention and Adam turned to him with a lazy smile. "Hi, Alastor. What do you got there?"

"I know exactly what they mean." Alastor interrupted. "I picked them out especially for you." Adam let out a shaky breath, his warm brown eyes flickering from the flowers back to the Radio Demon.

Alastor bowed to Adam and presented him with the flowers. "For you, mon ange~" The sheep demon gently moved the sleeping creature before gingerly taking the bouquet in his hands. "Alastor, do you know what these mean? Because—"

"Adam, would you do me the magnificent honor of allowing me to court you?" Brown eyes widened. It was filled with fear, hurt, hope, and intrigue. Adam was always filled with so much emotion.

"I—I, you have to know about my failed marriages. I don't want to fuck up what we have because I want more." He said softly. This was the most vulnerable he had ever seen the demon. Alastor realized just how much trust he was putting in him and he couldn't help but feel even more love.

"No relationship, friendship or romantic, is easy." He placed a clawed hand on the taller demon's cheek causing him to gasp softly. "But I want to try." Alastor then added, "If you feel uncomfortable with the idea though, we can forget this happened. I am more than happy being friends with you."

He watched so many emotions flicker in his eyes before Adam timidly smiled. "Let's do it. Let's fuckign do it."

Four months, three weeks.

Alastor brushed through his hair with a comb. This was it. He had a date with Adam. Their first ever date was tonight and everything had to be perfect. For the past week, they have been keeping their relationship a secret. Alastor was fine with that. He wanted his lamb to be comfortable with everything they do.

They had sweet nights together, just talking about everything and anything. Food prepared especially for Adam that Alastor tried to replicate from when the man was alive. He also had fun showing him his own roots. Adam was a fast learner, taking all the information like a sponge. Sure, his vocabulary was sprinkled with curses and his music was less than desirable, but they both respected each other and that said a lot.

Alastor took one last look in the mirror and smiled. He was never fully dressed without one.

Walking out of his room, he made his way to Adam's room where they agreed to meet up before heading to the restaurant. As he prepared himself to knock, he heard a voice he recognized immediately and it made his hackles rise.

"What's wrong, Adam? Where's that furious spirit you have?" Lucifer. He hated that man. Not only was he a neglectful father, but he was also a pitiful man who moaned about his ex-wife all the time to those who could hear it. Especially when he was drunk. He threw his power around with Adam because Charlie had him under contract and he wasn't allowed to hurt anyone in the hotel. Lucifer used this against him a lot.

"Let go! Fucking let go!" Adam yelled angrily but Alastor could hear the fear tinged in it. With a furious growl, he manifested into the room and took in what was in front of him.

Lucifer had a leash around Adam's neck, holding it harshly to the point he was wheezing. A heeled boot was digging into his lower back and Alastor knew it would leave a bruise.

"Well, what do you have here?" Alastor growled out menacingly. They both looked up. One with a carefully blank expression and the other with a fearful yet hopeful look.

"Run along, Bambi. This doesn't concern you." Lucifer said before he yanked the chain again. Adam, like the good lamb he was, refused to let out the whimper Alastor could see bubbling up.

"Charlie is looking for you. What should I tell her about what I'm seeing?" Lucifer growled out as well. Pure demonic energy filled the room, neither one seemingly ready to back down. Alastor supposed the fear of losing whatever family he had left was enough for Lucifer to back down after awhile. With a final yank, the chain disappeared along with the King of Hell.

Alastor helped Adam up and brought him into a hug. "My dear, it's alright now. I won't let him do that anymore."

Adam was shaking, trusting that Alastor wouldn't make fun of him for being so shaken up. As if the Radio Demon would ever do such a thing. "Adam, it's going to be okay. I'm here to protect you now." Adam finally allowed a few tears out and gave a shaky smile. "You always are. Thank you, Alastor. I hope this doesn't ruin our date."

"Of course not. And might I say, you look beautiful!" With a snap of his fingers, the dirt on Adam disappeared from his clothes leaving him in the nice dress shirt and pants he had dressed himself in.

"Should we head for the restaurant now? We do have reservations if you're still up for it."

"Fuck yes."

The date was splendid. The food was excellent. Adam seemed to have had a wonderful time and they were now in Alastor's bedroom.

The Radio Demon smirked at his lamb, who was sitting on his lap with a blush on his face. "Now, before we do anything, I must confess something." Alastor knew this was truly the moment of truth. Would Adam accept him for who he was?

"I can't have sex with you." He said bluntly. Adam tilted his head, blush fading as he listened to Alastor. "I just never felt that way before. Never. Even now, when I'm holding you and want to bite you, I'm not aroused in the slightest."

Adam nodded as if he just explained everything. "You're asexual. That's fine."

"I'm what now?" Alastor asked, completely confused by the term.

"Asexual. Someone who doesn't have a sexual attraction to anyone. I mean, there's a whole ass spectrum and I'm not the best fucking person to explain everything, but yeah. That's perfectly normal. There are plenty of people in Heaven who are asexual and who are still in healthy relationships. We don't have to have sex. I want to be with you because I love you."

Alastor chuckled. Who knew there was a word this entire time that explained why he was the way he was? "Oh, Adam. You really are the best thing to Fall into Hell."

Adam was back to blushing now, flustered by the compliment. "But I believe you misunderstood me." The sheep demon looked delightfully confused. "While I might not be doing anything, doesn't mean we can't have fun."

Alastor grinned wickedly as he summoned his shadow and picked Adam up. The sheep squeaked in surprise at the sudden motion. "Let me show you just how much fun we can have." The shadow directed Adam and had him turned around but not before stripping him naked. He was dropped back onto Alastor's lap who was quick to grab his wrists and pin them above with a tentacle.

"A—Alastor!" Adam moaned out when the Radio Demon licked up his neck. His lamb smelled delicious~.

"Yes, my dear? I hope this is to your liking." Adam moaned when his shadow twisted his nipples gently. Alastor didn't know that he would be so sensitive!

Adam rocked in his lap and Alastor watched fascinated as he got aroused. This was something that he caused and for some reason, it gave a possessive and obsessive need to be the only one to cause this. No one would ever be allowed to touch Adam this way. He would sooner burn all of Hell down before he would allow someone to touch what was his. Alastor's mother always said he never liked to share.

"More, please!" Adam begged. Alastor loved it when his lamb begged. He sounded beautiful. "More? Oh, but our first time should be gentle." He teased into the crook of his neck, knowing that would drive someone like Adam insane.

"I can take it! Please!" Adam begged.

"Now, don't be a brat or I might have to spank you like one. Your first time with me will be gentle and loving." Alastor's word was law and Adam could tell because he nodded pitifully.

While his shadow was busy deep-throating Adam, the Radio Demon licked and bit his way through Adam's neck. He tasted divine! A true delicacy! Experimenting, Alastor bit down hard, hard enough to draw blood. Adam moaned loud and low, his dick twitching in his shadow. Ah, so he liked biting? That was something they had in common.

Adam was thrashing in his hold so Alastor held him down by one hip while his shadow held him down on the other. The Radio Demon was stronger than Adam but the fact that his lamb didn't fight back when he was held down showed Alastor how much trust he had in him. Trust that he would take care of him.

It was a heady feeling. More tentacles appeared and each caressed exposed skin as Adam writhed in his grip.

To seal the whole thing, Alastor watched as he drank some tea. The sounds of begging and crying from pleasure were lovely. He folded a leg over his left and watched as his lamb moaned looking at him. Perhaps he was turned on by the fact that Alastor was watching and not actively participating. He could work with that.

Alastor watched as he ejaculated in his shadow, who gobbled it up with a smirk. "And now for the main event!" Adam was held aloft, tentacles holding him in the air. His shadow, equipped with the necessary parts, stretched the pent-up Adam.

His chubby body was on full display and it delighted Alastor to know that his lamb was plumping up. It means he wasn't starving himself as much.

"Look at you! All tied up for me to look at. I just want to put you on display, you're so beautiful!" Adam moaned, his voice muffled by a tentacle in his mouth.

"You looked stuffed, lamb. Do you want to be my feast?" Alastor asked as he casually sipped his tea.

His shadow seemed done prepping him and was now gently thrusting into him, just like Alastor ordered him to. Nice and slow. Gentle. It was sure to drive Adam mad with pleasure.

Adam moaned, his body rocking in the grip of his tentacles. "I love this look on you. A drooling mess. But it's mine, understood? I don't like to share, my lamb. If we are to do this, you must only do it with me." The tentacle in his mouth was brought out of his mouth and it turned Adam's head in his direction. "Well, Adam? Do you want to be mine? To hold? To love? To be partners in every sense of the word?"

Adam had just enough sense left in his brain to yell out, "Yes! I want you!" Alastor watched as he climaxed on the floor as his shadow finished inside him. Adam was gently placed in Alastor's arms and the Radio Demon took him to the bathroom. Yes, this lamb was his alone.

Hope that was good! Again, I tried to keep Alastor as canon as I could. Love you, anon!

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ive loved all your other mitsuri x whoever posts, could i have the obey me brothers with a mitsuri kanroji s/o?

In this, the brothers are kind of possessive and protective, but not downright yandere… besides Belphie.

Lucifer

He thought you were absolutely beautiful when you first arrived. Your pink and green hair along with your green eyes were absolutely gorgeous in his eyes. However, you were taking a defensive stance with your…blade? You were surrounded by demons, and you’re visibly scared. The urge to protect you just grew.

He was always very protective of you, but you still carried your whips around. The first time you actually demonstrated your strength was when Mammon stole something of yours and tried to sell it. You had an angry look on your face as you lacerated him. It wasn’t the worst pain he’s ever experienced, but Lucifer is surprised at how you did that with no hesitation.

Mans probably worships the ground you walk on, to be honest. He will always keep tabs on you whenever you go out by yourself just to make sure you are alright. He would never be able to forgive himself if you got hurt and he could’ve prevented it. If you see him around, no you don’t.

If you were to call him “darling” or “love”, he would do the same. It was the small terms of endearment that had him wrapped around your finger. Whenever you called him one of the little pet names, he would look around before his eyes met yours. It was like a language that only the two of you could speak.

Mammon

Mans honestly thought you were breathtaking. I mean that literally. When Lucifer first introduced the two of you, he forgot how to breathe for a few seconds. His heart skipped multiple beats at a time. He was a demon in love at first sight.

He takes his job as your protector very seriously. He will throw you over his shoulder and carry you out of any situation he deems dangerous. The first time you demonstrated your strength was when Levi went to attack you for winning the TSL quiz. Mammon was shocked when his younger brother was bleeding because you lacerated him.

The amount of modeling gigs you both score is… terrifying. You both go viral and have even won the title of “Devildom’s Hottest Couple” multiple different times. Mammon never wants you to do a gig by yourself because that means he wouldn’t be there to protect you. In return, he’ll turn down agencies you don’t want him to accept.

Please, for the love of everything in all the 3 Realms, call him “sweetie” or “sweetheart”. He will absolutely melt. If you call him either name, he is down on one knee for you. He is taking you out to dinner and taking you shopping right after. He will pay for it all because he loves you so much.

Leviathan

He is a simp. There’s no other way to say it. When he saw you, scared beyond belief, he immediately felt the urge to comfort and protect you. His heart was pounding against his chest when Lucifer introduced the two of you. His face was a bright pink, and he might as well have had hearts in his eyes.

He is most definitely very possessive. Everyday, he has to fight the urge to lock you up in his room and keep you all to himself. He’s happy that you willingly spend most of your time with him, but he can’t help but get insanely jealous when you give your attention to anything or anyone besides him.

He always makes sure to stock up on sakura mochi just so he can surprise you every once in a while. He loves being the cause of your smile, and he would fall from the Celestial Realm if it meant you would smile. You never judged him for anything, so he feels the need to return the favor in some way.

He always blushes so hard whenever you call him any pet names. His favorite is when you call him “baby” and coo at him like you would at an infant. He absolutely loves receiving your praise. Also, make sure to pepper his face in kisses at least 3 times a day. They’re his good luck charm and he swears they’re why he always wins his video games.

Satan

His breath faltered for a quick second when he first met you. After you were first introduced to each other, he noticed the kind look in your eyes while you were talking to him. No one has ever looked at him the way you did. You also had a soft, gentle voice. You didn’t seem scared of him, and that’s what made him grow attached.

He was protective, but he knew that you could take care of yourself. He would linger around to make sure that he would be able to step in if necessary. You showed your true strength when you were protecting Beel and Luke. It wasn’t everyday a human was able to wrap a whip around the Avatar of Pride’s neck until it was one tug away from beheading him. He was both shocked and proud.

He loved to take you out to cat café’s. He would look at the menu online to see if they served sakura mochi. That’s another thing: he always remembers everything you tell him. Even if it was just in passing, he will store it in his memory. He always surprises you with little gifts so that you can see how much he truly cares.

Being with him made you feel like you were in a romance novel. He loved to call you things like “darling” and “dearest”, and he loved it when you responded with a pet name like the ones he gave you. It reminds him of elderly couples who were as in love as they were when they first met.

Asmodeus

You looked absolutely adorable! No, don’t hide, he won’t bite… yet! He absolutely loved you from the first millisecond he laid his eyes on you. You just looked so cute, he could eat you right up! The kind look in your eyes and your shy voice just made his heart explode. You were just too much for him.

He wasn’t very protective, but he was possessive. He would get pouty whenever he saw you having fun with one of his other brothers. He would grab you by the hand and pull you back to his room, where he continued to pout until you kissed his cheek or his lips. Then he is back to his happy, normal self.

He loved to take you out shopping whenever you want or whenever you have to go run errands anyway. He loved dressing you up in a lot of cute outfits, and he loved it even more when you squealed when you liked the outfit he picked out for you. His Devilgram is just filled with pictures of the two of you.

You both were just so lovey-dovey with each other, everyone else either awed or gagged. You’re the kind of couple to order hot chocolate with whipped cream just so you could grab a dab on your finger and boop the other’s nose. Your giggles were contagious, and the two of you always erupted in laughter. Here is where he takes even more pictures of you, but he doesn’t post them. They are for his eyes only.

Beelzebub

He dropped his sandwich when he first saw you. You were just so beautiful that he couldn’t help but stare as you went around introducing yourself to everyone. He stuttered through his own name as he tried to start a conversation with you. It was then he realized that he was down bad for you.

He was most definitely very protective of you. He always had to be near you to make sure that he was safe. Even his twin brother wasn’t an exception to his ‘stay six feet away from Y/N at all times’ rule. After the incident with Belphie, he was the last one that Beel trusted to be around you.

He always hears you whenever you cheer him on at his Fangol games. You could be as quiet as a mouse and your voice is the only one he swears he hears. He only pays attention to you. If you were to dress up in a pink and green cheerleading outfit with pom-poms, he would propose to you on camera right on the field.

He loves the rare moments where he can just relax with you. He loves laying his head on your lap as you run your hands through his hair while you both snack on the sakura mochi you love so much. This big behemoth of a demon swears that he will marry you one day if you ever call him “baby” or anything like that… I simp for him…

Belphegor

When he first saw you in the attic, he had to admit that he wanted to abandon his plan so badly. You were just so innocent that he felt like total shit for using you to escape this prison of his. Surely you understand! You would forgive him… right? There was no way in his mind that you wouldn’t.

He is both protective and possessive. It’s a struggle getting out of bed each day because he has an iron grip on you, even when he’s asleep. He mumbles something about you being warm, and while that’s part of the reason why he wants you to stay, it’s not the whole story. No, he wants you all to himself. His brothers can go screw themselves for all he cares.

He doesn’t exactly like going out, but whenever you take him stargazing he can’t help but notice how the stars reflect in your eyes. He points out different constellations and you ask about each and every one of them. You were just so adorable, and he finally had enough when he pulled you into his arms and laid his head on your chest.

He loves the days where you gently wake him up by running your hands through his hair and whisper his name accompanied with the nickname “darling”. For some reason, it always makes him get up each morning. He didn’t know why either, maybe his body was telling the both of you that the two of you were soulmates?

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autistic-inmate · 1 year

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SUPERNATURAL LUCIFER X FEM!READER

(Reader is referred to as sister)

- You joke around with Lucifer and your brother, Dean, doesn’t like it :)

fluff 😇

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I walked into the room that my brothers were in, "Where's Clarence?"

"Not sure, said he had some angel business to deal with." Dean muttered as he continued to stare at his laptop screen. I sighed and fell down onto one of the chairs "I'm booorreedd." I whined and nobody said anything, "Ok I guess I'll go annnd.." I paused while I thought about what to do, "Find a case." Normally they would 'advise' not to because it could be dangerous on my own, but they didn't even look up. Maybe I should elaborate, "Actually you know what? I'm gonna go find a vamps nest." Ok they definitely wouldn't let me go alone. But I still got no answer.

"Ignore everything I just said, I can't be bothered. I think, I'm just gonna go talk to one of the angels." I hoped that would get their attention considering they dislike most of them. "Hey, I should go talk to the devil, I mean he's probably pretty lonely." Ok that must have gotten there attention. Nope, still nothing.

Alright well, "Lucifer. You know? Satan?" That caught their attention and Dean glared at me but I smiled innocently. Sam looked at me over his laptop, "What? Sorry, I'm just trying to figure this out and I feel like I haven't slept in years, did you say something about Lucifer? Has something happened?" I could tell I hit a bit of a nerve by mentioning his name but how else was I supposed to get their attention. "No, well yes I said I should go talk to him 'cause he's probably lonely." I smiled innocently at them again but they didn't look very happy.

"Don't even joke about that. I don't want you anywhere near him." I could tell Dean was serious but I didn't understand why. Well, I did, I knew why. He's killed people, he wanted Sam as a vessel, he tried to start the apocalypse and he is Satan. But I know a side to Lucifer that they don't, a side to him that's not all death and destruction.

I was about to speak but I felt the temperature drop. I saw the panic in Sams face and Dean reached for his gun by instinct. "You called, darling?" Oh joy, Lucifer is here.

"What a pleasant surprise." I turned to face him with the fakest, most cheesiest grin I could manage. "You were thinking off me so damn much that it basically came to me like a prayer, why were you thinking about me, Y/N?" He smirked as he walked closer to us and I rolled my eyes. "I was thinking about how much of an ass you are, my brothers here were agreeing." I smirked right back at him and he scoffed "I know you like me really and you enjoy my company more than anyone else's, you're not fooling anyone." He shrugged slightly like what he had just said was painfully obvious.

"Ok that's enough, I can't take it anymore. Lucifer what the hell are you doing here, really?" Dean looked pretty mad that I was joking around with the devil but who can blame me, he's quite funny when he's not trying to start world war three.

"You act like I'm about to try and start the apocalypse Deany, I mean c'mon, I'm totally over all that now." He smiled like he just told Dean he'd bought him some flowers and baked him a cake. "Right of course, I'm sorry for assuming the worst from the literal devil, you must've just popped in to give me chocolate and watch a movie with us." Dean spoke sarcastically and Lucifer pretended to be offended and shook his head. "Wow. I know you don't like me, but that was harsh. I mean, I really did come here to watch a movie. Not with you exactly, but that is the reason. I can't believe you think so lowly of me Deano." Lucifer matched Deans sarcastic tone and it just pissed my brothers off even more, meanwhile I found it to be good entertainment.

"First of all, stop adding letters onto my name. Secondly, if you mean that you came to watch a movie with my sister? You can forget it. I won't let you get anywhere near her." Aaaaaand protective brother mode is officially on. "I'm already near her." Lucifer scoffed as he walked closer to me and threw his arm around my shoulders. "Dude get your big ass arm off of me." I tried to shrug his arm off but he added another arm so he was giving me a really weird side hug, successfully trapping me in his arms.

However before I could complain anymore, a sudden gunshot echoes throughout the room and it makes me flinch. Lucifer let go of me with a grunt. "Ouch." He pouted like a child that didn't get his own way.

I turned to look at him and realised that Dean had shot him. "Was that really necessary, Dean? I can handle myself against big ole pouty satan over here." I felt him poke me at the insult so I looked back at him to see him still pouting and I giggled. "Yes. It was completely necessary. I told him that I wasn't gonna let him near you, Y/N. I don't like how close you two seem, all buddy-buddy and shit, it's not right. Has he got you under some sorta spell? Do you need help, Y/N? 'Cause I definitely do not have a problem with killing the devil himself." Dean looked between the two of us practically giggling like a pair of school girls.

"Yes Dean, he has me under a very powerful spell." He didn't look impressed with my sarcasm. "Whatever, but you hurt her and I swear I will find a way to end you." And with that promise he left the room. We both looked at Sam and it was pretty awkward for a second before he cleared his throat "Yeah, Well I- erm- I need to carry on with this, so.." He got up and walked out with his laptop.

"Wow. You know, you could be here to kill me and both of my brothers just left me to be murdered." I joked and turned around to face him.

"You know I'd never hurt you though, right? You are one of the very very few humans I can tolerate." His smirk was replaced with a genuine smile as he looked down at me. "I know." I nodded and it was quite for a moment as I looked at him, taking in his features. Damn, his eyes are so pretty and his hair looks so fluffy, I want to just run my hands through it so fucking bad.

"So," I cleared my throat like I was trying to get rid of the tension in the room. "What movie do you wanna watch, Luci?" My eyes widened slightly as I realised what I had called him, but it was too late, he had already heard it. "'Luci' huh?" I was about to start apologetically rambling before I noticed a grin spread across his face. "I like it, but only from you. I don't want some demon walking around calling me 'Luci ', it'll ruin my reputation." He chuckled, "Oh and I'm 99.9% sure that you forgot I can read your thoughts, your eyes are pretty too." His smirk was back as he cockily walked out of the room, leaving me stood on my own in embarrassment.

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Lucifer x Gn!Reader

Reaction to you disliking his ownership proposal(lesson 20)

Angst / hurt/comfort

Cut for length~

As soon as he Saw your face, he knew he had gone too far. Being a perceptive person and just being with you for so long, he has learned to pick up on your more subtle tells. Being a demon of pride, he can never just straight up admit that he had feelings for you, that he'll miss you, and that he wants to have a connection with you in the form of a pact, nope. Like the peacock, he represents, he has to puff out his chest in Pride and show off.

Maybe internally, he's scared that his brothers may surpass him in importance in your eyes? Or that you might never return one day. Mortals care about their short life far more than demons do. Whatever those fears may be, Lucifer was never one to open up about them. Nope, he had to grab you and declare his ownership of your being with you clearly said no, too, before having a pact with you.

Instead of becoming vulnerable, sharing his grievances, and making not just a pact but a promise, he had to show you who was 'the one in charge.' Lucifer would curse at himself feeling his heart sink when you left the room, a sinking feeling in his chest of regret for what he had just done. You are far more important than his pride. And to forget that was foolish.

two of you sat together in his study, with a glass of Demonus hoping to ease his nerves and perhaps yours as well. You shared your concerns eyes red from crying. he swallowed his pride "Thats…"... "I could never Own you."

Lucifer sighs ,trying to find the best way to put it into words. "The way I went about this conveyed something different to how I truly felt. I am sorry, i don't want to own you. I don't want to lose you."

Although Reckless, much too Reckless for Lucifer's liking. he does admire the way you did things in your own way hell what you did fixed his brother's lives ,something that he couldn't do for hundreds of years.

I feel like that's when he tell you. Lucifer very rarely gets vulnerable but you're one of the very few people he would show this vulnerable side to. Feelings of you potentially leaving him for someone you deserve that's far greater than himself, (the root of Pride is deep insecurities after all)

That someone in the human world will sweep you off your feet and you won't come back. No matter how much the thought scared him it wouldn't be unusual for a human to continue with their own life before it was uprooted when they were essentially teleported to the Devildom.

What Lucifer really wants is not for you to blindly obey him; he wants to know if you'll be by his side and continue to be there for not only him but for his brothers as well. He wants your relationship to be more than just a pact.

He knows that you don't care about pacts at all. Maybe that's why he trusts nobody else but you to be in a pact with. Because Lucifer hates being Owned and controlled as well, he couldn't think of anyone else to entrust his well-being with. Even if you use his pact, he would know it'd be for his good. As well as for you to call upon him when you're in danger.

That independence he loves so much is the Independence that terrifies him, that unpredictability that he fears might lead to his demise one day, that reckless behavior of standing in the face of demons that have the strength of 1,000 men baring their teeth snarling threats in your face, and still march to your goal. Lucifer would never want for you to stop being you.

'Then why did he say it in the first place?' Lucifer is never one for vulnerability. Even if it's with the person he trusts the most, he never wants them to see him in this light. But he completely understands why you reacted the way you did. So he would essentially take back what he said. And effectively apologize and ask for a redo taking your hands in his and making something akin to a promise, maybe even a vow? to be at each other's sides. To support and be in each other's lives to your grave.

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kitsune-oji · 1 year

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Let's Write Again!: #1

"Why? Why would you risk everything for just one person?" "You wouldn't understand."

-> Leviathan

Man this doesn't make a lot of sense but hey, my goal was to write and write I did, so there. Prompt and character are drawn randomly per generators

Mc referred to as "the human" and they/them

If anyone knew how worthless he was, then it was Leviathan himself. He knew he was nothing next to his brothers, he was a poor excuse of a demon, just an antisocial otaku shut-in who was only good at playing games and spending money on the untouchable characters and people he worshipped. And yet, that wasn't what they saw.

Just a human, powerless and defenseless in the devildom, surrounded by demons who wished they didn't have to hold back on tearing them apart and yet, they were more powerful than anyone he had ever met. Yeah, even more powerful than Lucifer or Diavolo.

They didn't know what it was like to be weak and inferior. Lucifer didn't have to worry about being unable to reach a certain standard, of being the worst in a group. Diavolo didn't have to worry about competition, about his worth when he was the only demon prince of the devildom. No, they could never understand how he felt. How the human felt.

Leviathan knew the human was aware of their position, he saw their hands tremble and the way they flinched whenever someone moved too aggressively or raised their voice. He noticed that acted the same around him as well and yet, they kept holding their head high.

They were so brave, so strong despite how weak they were and before Leviathan knew, his admiration turned into something more. Adoration. Love. He loved them.

The revelation was mortifying but part of Levi thought that it sort of fit. Still, there was no way they would ever like him back, not the way he was. Not that it mattered though. He didn't need those affections returned - he wasn't used to that anyway -, he could just worship them from a distance, like he always did.

That was, until they were in danger. It wasn't a simple kind of danger either but one that would possibly ruin their life. Leviathan wasn't blind to the way they had looked at his brothers, how could he be? No, he knew how much they loved them, just like how he loved the human. But his brothers didn't appreciate them the way he did, they didn't step forward to protect them when they were put on trial for something so unfair, so stupid that Leviathan wondered if he was dreaming this.

Insulting demon nobility shouldn't warrant something like this and the helpless, pitying look Lord Diavolo gave the human made Leviathan want to summon Lotan.

'I'm sorry, but this is something that can't be helped', it seemed to say.

To hell with that.

Leviathan felt the anxiety swirling in his gut, making his arms and legs prickle and his breath come out short but he had no other choice, he couldn't just do nothing. So he stepped forward in his demon form, trying to look as confident and serious as possible and not let the nervousness show.

"I object."

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strawberry-cowmilk · 2 years

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I have been thinking of this scenario for a while. So in an alternative season 4 MC was in the Devildom with her/his Brother. MC, Mephisto, the brother and Solomon took part in comidic sketches produced and directed by Mephisto. All the lines were spoken in one of devildom's languages. This was Mephisto's birthday wish and he promised that the material would not see the light of day.

The scethes mocked the seven brothers. Lucifer was an idiot who thinks he is a genius, levi is a complete coward etc. Satan's and Belphie's pranks were a lot more cruel. Ruining Lucifer's birthday, puting laxitaves on his drink before an important important meeting etc. Mephisto played Lucifer, the brother played Satan, Solomon played Asmo and the rest were played by Mephisto's co-workers in the RAD newspaper. MC was the cameraman.

When the exhange year was over the brother "accindently" leaks the sketches on YouTube. The sketches become an internet sensation. People were impressed by the strange unknown language and the performances. They could also turn the sketches into new stories by adding subtitles (think Downfall parody). Brothers and datables react.

Your blog is amazing! Happy 1000k

Hello! Thank you and welcome back. I hope you like this!

the obey me cast reacts to viral videos mocking the brothers

mc's gender is not mentioned, not proof read

content warnings: videos poking fun at others, insecurity and self deprecation, crying, angry phone calls

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Lucifer

lucifer is not happy about this at all, not only because it hurts his pride

these videos could have serious effects on him and his brother's statuses in the devildom, but it's probably less bad than he thinks, the people watching will know it's all jokes

he is disappointed to find out you filmed everything, solomon, your brother and mephisto better run

Mammon

mammon thinks all scenes without him are funny, especially the ones mocking lucifer but he'd become a chandelier if he ever found out

he gets defensive when you show him a caricature of himself though, mammon goes on saying that it's nothing like him

also, he'll try to get back at solomon, your brother and mephisto by joking about them, but that video flopped

Leviathan

this isn't good for his self esteem, as he genuinely believes the exaggerated depictions of him are the truth

you better go comfort him because the poor guy is crying about it to his fish, you now kind of feel bad for filming all those videos

levi doesn't want to speak to any of the actors in the videos for a while, and he's upset with you but he forgives you

Satan

anyone knows it's a terrible idea to get on satan's bad side, you bet he will get back at every actor

while he was watching it all, satan had to turn it off multiple times because the anger was getting too dangerous

satan hates lucifer, that's true, but the pranks do have a limit

Asmodeus

asmo is so angry he doesn't talk to everybody involved for a good while, only you he forgave easily but he did act more distant at first

he can't believe solomon would do him so dirty, one night at 2am, asmo called him to let him know exactly how he felt, the call took three hours

he also addressed the videos on his socials, he's scared his fans hate him now

Beelzebub

beel doesn't take offence to mist of the content in the videos about himself, it's just something silly some people made after all

he's more upset at the clips because they mock his brothers, and it hurt their feelings

he's the most angry with your brother, because he was the one who published everything

Belphegor

the videos are really offensive, but belphie doesn't pay much attention to them

the people who saw it will probably forget about it in a week or so, and anyone can see there's almost 0 truth in the clips

but the fact that the videos seem so well made kind of ticks him off, why put so much effort in stuff like this?

Diavolo

he knows the videos will really bother lucifer and the others, so he tries to put a positive twist on the situation

'come on, these sketches make you seem more relatable to everyone! maybe even more likable'

that doesn't mean he's not upset about it, and he will let the actors and you know it

Barbatos

he probably didn't even watch it at first, he thinks there's more important stuff to pay attention to

barbatos only watched a little bit after it had become such a big topic in his circle

and, let's just say he's disappointed everyone put so much effort in this pure slander, but he keeps that feeling to himself

Simeon

he thinks it's funny at first, but then it just felt like he was watching unfriendly roasting

despite being an angel, he could actually understand what was being said in the videos and it's rude to say the least

he tells solomon he needs to apologise to the brothers

Luke

he doesn't understand the language, but he knows it's about the brothers based on the costumes

simeon stopped him from watching everything multiple times

luke didn't think the videos were all that special, but now that simeon doesn't let him watch them he's curious

Solomon

he is not happy with the fact that your brother published them, it was just for private fun

solomon tried to play it off like it isn't a big deal, but the phone call with asmo shook him out of that fantasy

he tries his best to take the videos down, but that's kind of hard with viral stuff

#obey me #obey me shall we date #obey me scenarios #obey me imagines #obey me swd #gn!mc #obey me lucifer #obey me mammon #obey me leviathan #obey me satan #obey me asmodeus #belphegor obey me #beelzebub obey me #obey me barbatos #obey me diavolo #obey me simeon #obey me solomon #obey me luke

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Love is not romance and flowers. Love is not always butterflies and longing looks. Love is action, sacrifice, and hard work. It is sometimes brutal, bloody, and violent. It will drive a person to do unspeakable things to protect another. If Valentine's Day is about love, true love, then this is the perfect story for today.

TW = VIOLENCE, MENTION OF TORTURE, BLOOD, DAMIEN IS STILL A DICKHEAD...K?

While Damien had taken precautions with Asher, those with Kaylin had been far more lax. He had imagined her nothing more than a weak and spoiled Princess like her mother. That is where his grave miscalculation came. His own Generals and Asher had trained her to fight, use weapons, and in magic. So it was before dawn when she roused from the unconsciousness her father's boot kick had relegated her to.

Her body ached, her head thumped, the world around her felt unstable, but she was unguarded and alive. The last two were the most dangerous for both Damien and anyone between her and Asher, because there was one more thing Damien didn't know: his own father had known that one day he would turn on his daughter, and he'd made provisions. Provisions that would change the course of everything

Sunlight is too much for you to bear

It's high time you came up for air

Don't hide a single thing

Behind your perfect skin

Don't keep your secrets in a prayer

As soon as her head cleared enough that raising it from the stone floor did not make the world spin and bring forth a new wave of nausea, Kaylin crawled over to the massive wardrobe that was opposite her bed. Laying flat on the floor again, she stuck her hand underneath and pulled out a silk bag that made a slight jingle. Inside were two black cuff bracelets and a golden chain with what appeared to be a carved obsidian pendant. They were gifts from her grandfather, Lucifer. She'd been told to hide them and if her father ever became a threat, use them. She had no idea what they would do, but Lucifer was the person she trusted right after Asher.

As soon as she slipped them on , the nausea abated and the vertigo ceased. She could feel her healing speed increasing. Maybe her great-grandfather Div had a hand in the creation of the pieces as well. Soon she'd be able to ask them herself, but she had other matters to attend to first.

Sitting up, she pulled open the large doors to the wardrobe as quietly as she could. Her strength WAS returning; but she wasn’t ready to try out her ability to fight just yet, and certainly not naked. First thing to do was clothing, and she knew just what she wanted. At the bottom of the wardrobe, hidden behind all of the garments appropriate for royalty was a set of black utility pants, a black long sleeve top, her thick socks, and her boots. It seemed the perfect outfit for the occasion, and her father HAD always preached being appropriately dressed at all times.

There is nothing you can say or do

I won't cut you loose, no

So break the silence

We know that we can brave it all

Whatever enchantment her grandfather, and possibly great-grandfather, had placed upon the jewelry seemed to be increasing in its speed of healing. By the time she had retrieved all of her clothing, she was able to stand up to put it on. No unsteadiness remained at all. That fact had a malevolent smirk forming on her lips as she walked to her bed and began to reach under the mattress to pull out a few weapons that Asher had gifted her. He could not have known she would one day use them to save him. Since she was sure Div wasn't going to be on her father’s side, nor Lucifer, nor her cousins, that meant everyone between her and Asher were now well and truly fucked.

When she started to head out of her room, dawn was just breaking. Soon she knew Asher’s execution would take place. Her father had ordered him to the dungeon so she traced to a small storage room at the bottom of the stairs that led there. For several minutes she stood still and silent listening to everything that was transpiring outside.

Her father’s voice could be heard giving orders. There were at least two others with him, but she couldn't hear Asher. Tears pricked at her eyes but rage burned in her heart as she believed she was too late. It had taken her too long, and she had failed him. But she would give payback.

If you're hoping we'll be home

Don't be afraid to ask for help

It won't make me love you any less

Don't hide behind me

You're strong enough to face the fall

It won't make me love you any less

As soon as she was sure her father had gone up the stairs into the main part of the castle, Kaylin exited her hiding place with the stealth of a trained assassin. She crossed the short distance to the guard at the bottom of the stairs. Not a sound was heard to give him warning before she struck, the blade on her dagger so sharp that when she slit his throat she nearly decapitated him. Black blood coated the opposite wall and the bottom two stairs.

There hadn't been the sound of anything been dragged when she heard her father pass the room she'd been hiding in, so she hoped that he'd left Asher’s body in whatever cell he'd been held in. At least she could take him to the Palace and see if Abriella could do SOMETHING. She'd beg, even trade her own life.

Just as stealthily as she'd snuck up on the first guard, Kaylin moved down the hallway that led to the cells. Keeping to the balls of her feet, she was soundless. As she came to the last corner, he was relieved to see there was only one guard. Asher had to be dead, her father would never leave only one guard with him. The guard would just become a snack.

No shame, no hurt, nothing to lose

My love my heart don't need to prove

And there's nothing you can say or do

There's no one that can change my mind

It's not a weakness, we all have our crosses to bear

Even though once more Kaylin was absolutely silent, the guard caught movement out of the corner of his eye and turned to face her. "Well, what do we have here? Daddy just went to get you, little girl. Come down early to have some pre-festivity fun?" He leered at her and she felt nauseous. She kept her dagger behind her back, she was going to enjoy his death.

"You could say that." Kaylin’s voice was smooth as silk. Years of faking obligations for her father had ensured she had no problem acting a part. "Do you really think you're man enough to entertain me?" She wasn't even having to work to fall into seduction mode, it was easier than it had been with the Duke. "I can be very particular in how I like to be pleased."

The guard sauntered over towards her, leaving his weapon on the small table next to where he'd been standing. It was clear that he found her no threat. She did so love to be underestimated. The saccharine sweet smile remained on her face until the very last second, giving no indication of her plans. Then she struck without warning.

This time she was facing her opponent and while her movements were to fast for him to stop, she did end up covered in a significant amount of blood when she effortlessly slit his throat then flipped her grip on the dagger to drive it into his temple til the blade tip exited on the other side of his skull. When she withdrew her blade, he fell to the floor, dead.

"Enjoy Caligo, bastard." She spat on him.

If you're hoping we'll be home

Don't be afraid to ask for help

It won't make me love you any less

Don't hide behind me

You're strong enough to face the fall

Woah, it won't make me love you any less

Kaylin closed her eyes and steeled her heart to go into the "traitors cell" where her father always conducted his torture. She knew what she would find, her heart breaking and her resolve threatening to crumble. But she couldn't leave his body there, she would not give Damien that satisfaction. She would take it with her to the Palace and beg for her cousins to let her bury him there in the Field of Warriors if Abriella would not use her powers of necromancy.

Then she heard the sweetest sound she'd ever heard in her life. Her name. Just a whisper. The faintest whisper. But HIS whisper and that was all that mattered.

Time to call me from the cold

Time to let the truth be told

It won't make me love you any less

After digging through the guards pockets for the keys, she was in the cell in a flash. The sight of yellow blood splattered on everywhere had her desire for vengeance rising with each beat of her heart. Asher’s head was hanging, his hair saturated with his blood, and a pool of it surrounding his feet; but as she drew close to him she could see his chest moving still. Thank The Source that he was alive and she hD not imagined that whisper! Placing her hands gently on the sides of his face, she raised his head and looked into his eyes, tears brimming in hers and found her breath stolen by all she saw. The normal spark that she saw in them was dimmed and fading, but the fight was still in them. She had to get him out of the cell so that he could heal and so that she could get them to the Palace for help.

“Hold on, Ash. Please.” She pleaded, then added what she had been unable to tell him earlier due to them being interrupted. “I love you too.” A soft kiss on his lips he, then she gently released his head down. Kneeling, her fingers slipped in his blood a few times but she was finally able to undo the shackles holding his feet. She knew they didn’t have long before someone found out that she wasn’t in her room and came looking for her, so she was trying to hurry, but the amount of blood in the cell was a hamper. No doubt that they would know that she was down with Asher. They’d have to know she would never leave without him.

Once his feet were free she stood, letting him lean against her to take the weight off of his already ravaged wrists. His yellow blood coated his forearms, and even partially his upper arms as well, making then slick also. As fast as she could, she found the key on the ring that released the manacles that held his wrists. When his full weight fell on her, he knees buckled at first, but she was too stubborn to fail now. Locking her legs, she slid her arms under his shoulders, “come on, Ash, you’ve got to help me. We’ve just got to make it to the door. I'll get us home.”

Closing her eyes and summoning every ounce of strength she had in her aching and still bruised body, she started backing towards the door. Her hands on his back could feel that it had been completely ravaged by her fathers sadistic brutality; of the two of them, he was the worse off by far Kaylin was determined that even if she died when they landed in the Palace, she was going to get him out of here and make sure he was safe. This was her fault, all her fault. He had paid for her wanting him in human form in her father's castle.

With each step that Kaylin took, Asher tried to as well. He knew his weight on her was slowing them down, but the damage that Damien had done was not healing because of the iron that had been on him and encased the room was slowing his healing. He couldn’t let her die in this cell for trying to save him, he’d already failed up in her room by letting them get the upper hand on him and not defending her better. He should have taken her from this place when she admitted that their feelings were mutual. If he'd just protected her they wouldn't be in this position. Instead, he failed her.

If you're hoping we'll be home

Don't be afraid to ask for help

It won't make me love you any less

Don't hide behind me

You're strong enough to face the fall

Woah, it won't make me love you any less

They were only a few feet from the door when Kaylin heard her father’s voice bellowing down the stairs from the floor above to search the whole castle for her. She didn’t hear his boots coming down yet, but that didn’t mean that he wouldn’t be at any moment. One foot out of the cell, that was all she needed. One foot out and she could get her fire magic to work and trace to the Palace, anywhere in the Palace. “Okay, dragon, now would be a good time to shift into your tiny form, or help a little more. You’re kind of heavy and we’re about to have guests, handsome.” She kissed his cheek because she was about to cause him more pain and she hated it, but there was no way around it. They HAD to get the fuck out of that cell. "I'm so sorry…"

Asher was about to give a sarcastic retort back to Kaylin’s comment when she locked her hands across his ravaged back and yanked, throwing all of her weight backwards and pulling. He knew WHY she was doing it, but that did not mean the white hot, blinding pain that shot through his entire being, almost making him lose control over all function, was any more bearable. What it did do, however, was to cause him to jerk one foot up as his body tried to free itself from whatever was causing the further torment that his nerves were being subjected to. When that foot came down it was forward of his body. Focusing every single ounce of strength that remained within him, he pushed against the floor with that foot with a roar. He could feel when they cleared the threshold, then they were engulfed in flames.

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randomclam24 · 8 days

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Under the graphics card settings, antialiasing set to enhance application settings has been set emphatically to supersampling with morphological turned off

Update

On actual effort to afford the required

If drama "lords" would speak historically - you don't have to uncover the 1900s

4/25 I've consistently failed to see the moves in play because I utterly fail to see the basic context around us. When you do a thing, it's in the form of requesting * foreign * aid. Nothing else ever at the behest of presumptive y'alling which manifests out of the uncanny valley, as we meaninglessly miss in trying to circulate this. If you're white, you've been given this already your whole *life*, so when it shuts off, it's natural we blame everyone but ourselves, but it's true! We are foreign agents

Update A thing literally sprouted out of my desktop like a plant. It said free weather updates and so much more - I've never had it do that before, but it spoke in my face like that

If you can *solve* this riddle, you get free etherium

When you see updated *cereal* box mascots, at least from Kelloggs, as the divine hand, you're supposed to *see* it like that. But that's just another clue; what *is*-

Just pre-9-11, people were acting like they could talk their shit. They told you *no*

but these are just relativist acts. - *no* these are the morals we follow (if anyone disregards these, everyone does, that's why tiktok had to - if you don't know the context you might as well not even say it)

4/26 Something about how if we can't even have a cabal, we can't even have a technologically-procured existence

The trauma that propels people - just arbitrarily out of a vacuum of reason to success in this artificial life happens entirely devoid of the gene pool

Update I mean, they say jews don't like to admit it, but their god is Lucifer, but speak for everybody

How do you think they *got* in this childbirth-beholden-to-sacrifice state? Hmm? *You* don't seem very willing

Update On the episode of Common Filth I stopped on, everything, again, he is describing about how women - he puts it, "girls", like to make their children into sociology experiments, is just the womanhood of my immediate family, in and of itself. There is nothing more. Again, "Money's Prophets" - that is a book about the Rothschilds. Do you really want to masturbate what has gone on? The procreation as the psychosis endowment with our selves is not what you think it is

Update Writing this before finishing, with Silent Hill 2 enhanced edition, the settings for the static and fog are actually extremely sensitive, to the point that it's going to piss me off You could say the two have a relationship, like how, when Sega allegedly even admitted that having Sonic release right now was dumb because of Mario Wonder, the static is Sonic while the fog is the Bowser castle Ideally, between James Sunderland and the trees at the very beginning, a similar effect should be achieved where Godzilla NES Creepypasta's dynamic of overshadowing Godzilla should be reflected - in fact I've seen audio uploads on YouTube accentuating that phobia but never felt it Static got adjusted to liking, which was just default without correction, then tried starting the game and felt like I had to shut off everything until I eventually adjusted the fog settings to [Restore 3D fog levels] switched off, [Adjust fog-of-war boundaries] left on, and [Natural fog movement] switched off. Now it feels like it needs static, but not the way I had it. One setting I left behind made the trees in the Rosewater Park feel like poking right into my thought process Yes it was ultra-fine with correction, and now you can't use keyboard - they will know

4/27 I'm what's wrong with trannies. That's dangerous to admit, because then that comes into play for communism and then the deck of cards just comes tumbling down tumbling down tumbling do o own (.)<-it's the truth. You think you get *over* this shit("shit" being used for who knows what reason It's not just me acting not like but as the assclown as white people are so committed to * * evil * *

The relationship black people have among the rap games, "dog", being in origin our subservience to community or as we call it "communism", if they knew that, we would *never* be able to get over it. Never. We would have to disband 4chan's idiocy in its own filth and everything. The whole world would be on fire, in itself as what that in psychology would always have been in origin. QED and don't you walk no more <- But are you taking this seriously

Like sex, Denzel Curry adding "last days" in a latest rap song is just a *fashion* statement - everyone knows the world is beyond fucking

If that's how hopeless white things are, then we're going to have to make some understatement reparations - do I even know what those are? You're talking to me like I'm fashionable.

And there you have it - the reason 4chan says irony when it says become ungovernable - it really only means become unfashionable, which is why it never carries, it is not funny <- Are you paying attention

*no* they are not

Update I know well there's more under pressure with Dark Souls II right now than there is without

So I'd rather everyone get bored

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iyumeu · 3 years

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spirit guardian

You call forth spirits to protect you. They flit around you to a distance of 15 feet for the duration. If you are good or neutral, their spectral form appears angelic or fey (your choice). If you are evil, they appear fiendish.

summary: you've been trying to keep things under wraps but when the bullying escalated and you find your life in danger, your demon finds out and the results are... not pretty. warnings: gore, blood, violence, body horror, self-mutilation, the boys are a little dark in this one, i would say hints of yandere, im not that good of a gore writer though so like if you're super into gore please dont expect much, but please read the warnings before each segment thank you.

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You didn't want to admit it, but you were being bullied.

You had always known that the demon brothers had their own responsibilities to deal with and couldn't be with you all the time. The sentiment stretched over to your problems as well. They definitely had better things to concern themselves with and you weren't about to bother them with your insignificant issues, especially petty issues that surfaced from demons' general dislike of humans.

It wasn't anything you couldn't handle, really; acidic words spat at you in whispers, torn books here and there, a subtle exclusion from classroom activities... Small, inconsequential things that made you amused on a good day and irritated on a bad one. Harmless.

Or so you thought.

When the foot swung into your stomach, you swore you heard a sickening crack and you were flung into the wall behind you. Blood gurgled in your mouth and you spat it out on the ground in front of you.

Stupid, stupid, stupid. After spending an entire year in the Devildom and making a pact with all of the demon brothers, you had gotten complacent. Believing your bullies to be merely harmless schoolyard types, you had followed them to a shady and secluded part of the R.A.D. because they wanted to "talk".

You had paid dearly for carelessness, completely caught off guard when one of them pierced you with a sharp jab of their arm. You remember feeling nothing but winded at first, shock numbing your nerves until you saw red trailing down their hand, dripping off the sharpened claws of their nails.

It was then that a scorching pain spread out from the gored out hole in your abdomen, spreading out to the rest of your body.

In hindsight, everything happened so fast. Before you knew it, you were slumped over on the floor and bleeding out. Even through your blurry vision the demons' malicious glee was clear as day.

"Not so proud now, are you?" one of them spat out. "Always looking down on us just because you were hanging off the arms of the Lords of Hell. Guess we're the ones looking down on you now!"

You were starting to shiver from the cold as blood soaked through your clothes, watching the demons advance while wondering if you were really going to die from as something as petty as this.

And then, one of your pact marks flared to life.

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Lucifer

cw: body horror

A single black feather slowly drifted down onto the ground before you. The rest of the world turned hazy as your gaze focused onto the feather, long and elegant and delicate, watching as it fell into a pool of your blood. A pair of polished black shoes entered your line of sight before their owner crouched down in front of you, uncaring of the blood seeping into and staining his clothes.

A gloved hand reached out to cup your cheek, a gentle touch against your skin, and you sluggishly moved your gaze up to Lucifer's face.

"MC," he sighed. His eyes were dark, a complete contrast to the tender look on his face. "Whatever shall I do with you?"

His wings stretched out behind him, a dark expanse of feathers that curled around the both of you, separating you from the world... and the world from you.

"Lucifer," you began, but he was quick to press his thumb against your bottom lip, halting your words.

"This isn't a one-off, I assume?" he asked despite already knowing the answer. You avert your gaze and he sighs again. "Why didn't you tell us? Why didn't you tell me?"

"I didn't want to bother you," you said.

"I see." Lucifer's hand moved to pull out a black silk handkerchief, using it to clean the blood off your face. "Then it seems that I have failed you, if you believe that relying on me was not an option at all."

"That's not true...!" You were interrupted by Lucifer gathering you in his arms, while he took care to avoid your wounds as much as possible. With a gentle hand, he guided you to rest your head against his shoulder as he slowly shifted to a standing position, ready to bring you back to the House of Lamentations. His arms were warm around you, a comforting presence that made you feel safe and secure. You felt that, if you were by his side, you would never run into harm again.

It was then that you finally remembered your bullies, the ones who had put you in this state in the first place. Had they left the area, running off at the sight of Lucifer? That was most likely the case, you thought, but you still couldn't help but peer over Lucifer's shoulder and through the gaps of his wings, to check.

Your breath caught in your throat. Lucifer immediately placed a hand over your eyes.

"Shhh," he said. "Don't dirty your eyes with such a disgusting sight."

It was now that you were finally aware of a strange and disturbing cracking sound coming from behind Lucifer. A brand new chill settled down upon you, your body seizing up with fear. Suddenly, you wanted nothing but to put space between Lucifer and yourself.

As if he were aware of your thoughts, Lucifer shifted his hand from your eye to the back of your head, cradling you close to his body as he started to walk away from the scene. His wings were properly positioned this time and you were unable to peer through them.

Lucifer Morningstar. The First-Born. One of the strongest Lords of Hell. These titles hadn't meant anything to you before, but now they were are the forefront of your mind. The glimpse you had stolen before Lucifer turned your gaze away was now burnt into your retinas.

Your bullies' bodies hovered in the air with their limbs stretched impossibly long, curled up and tangled around their twisted bodies like a grotesque ball of yarn. Their mouths were torn open, jaws dislodged and handing horrible from their skull, eyes wide as they screamed silently for someone, anyone to put them out of their misery.

You knew that they would not die, not until someone found them and decided to kill them. And, considering the area they were in, it would take an extremely long time before someone were to chance upon them.

They had planned to use the remoteness of the location against you. They never could have thought that it would be used against them in the same way. This was something Lucifer had definitely taken into consideration.

Lucifer's arms were a cage around you; what was once comforting now felt suffocating.

"Lucifer," you managed to force out. You felt him lean down and press a kiss against your hair.

"It seems that I have to teach you how to be more reliant on me," Lucifer said in a tone as if he were speaking about the weather. "It wouldn't do for something like this to happen again."

"It won't," you were quick to say. "It won't happen again, I promise."

Lucifer looked down at you. You were the only thing reflected in his eyes as he gave a small, gentle smile that gave you a sense of dread that went down to your very bones.

"Don't worry, little lamb. For you, I will be a very forgiving master."

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Mammon

cw: violence and a lil bit of gore

The sudden caw of a crow drew the attention of your bullies. You tried to take the chance to stand up and run but merely shifting in place caused the pain in your abdomen to flare up, white hot and blinding. You hiss through your teeth, swallowing your yelp of pain.

There is a second caw. You look up and see at least a dozen crows perched up on windowsills and tree branches, their heads tilted in the direction of your bullies and their dark eyes glinting with something that invoked a sense of unease within you.

"Why are y'all distracted by a bunch of birds?" the lead demon barked out. They were not doing a good job of masking their apprehension. "We're here to teach this pathetic human a lesson, not gawk at crows!"

"But aren't those..." another student began.

The flutter of wings echo all around. More crows land on nearby fixtures; ten, fifteen, twenty. You slowly look up and see more black shapes flying in the sky above, circling the area like vultures to their prey. You hear the sound of wings flapping once again, closer this time, and Mammon lands in front of you, wings spread and in his demon form.

"...aren't those Lord Mammon's crows?" the student finished weakly. The demons were looking pale now, realizing just what they had done. You paid their expression no notice, filled with relief now that your guardian demon is here. Mammon, who despite his reputation, was always your reliable protector. Mammon, who always went out of his way to ensure your safety in the Devildom. Mammon, who... who was holding one of the demons up by their skull, uncaring of their struggles and pleas as their hands scramble against Mammon's, their toes skimming the ground. The other two demons were already running off, uncaring of their companion but Mammon didn't seem to notice, his attention on the demon in front of him.

In the back of your mind, you noticed that the demon was the one who had stabbed you with their hand.

"Mammon?" your voice came out in a whisper. The demon's pleas turn into screams of agony as Mammon tightened his grip. "Mammon!"

Mammon turned to you, eyes bright and feverish.

"Don't worry, MC," Mammon chirped. "I'll be quick!"

Mammon didn't lie. Immediately after his words, there was a frenzy of feathers and caws and screams. Just as quickly as it happened, the crows dispersed and the body dropped to the ground with a sickening thump, an unrecognizable, bloodied version of itself.

Mammon was holding something in his hands and, after he made his way back to you, he placed it in your lap. The blood-soaked wallet seemed to weigh a ton, its blood further staining your uniform. Mammon was beaming, standing in front of you like a dog waiting to be praised.

"That's compensation!" he said in his usual, nonchalant tone. "You deserve it after what they put ya through!"

Another caw sounded out and you couldn't help but flinch violently. Mammon was immediately kneeling beside you, soothing you with his bloodied hands. The sickening smell of bloodrust grew stronger with his proximity and you fought the urge to lean away.

A few crows hopped towards you, dropping more bloodied items onto the ground beside you. Staring blankly at those items, you recognize them as the necklace one of the other demons had on, a ring one of the demons who had fled the scene had worn, a earring, a tooth, bits of gold-tipped fingernails...

You lurched to the side, uncaring of the pain that bloomed in your abdomen, and started heaving. Mammon gently pat your back, trying to comfort you. It only made you more nauseous, the scent of blood overwhelming your senses once again.

For the first time since you arrived in Devildom, Mammon's presence invoked a sense of fear within you.

"I should've stayed by your side," you heard Mammon mutter. "Shouldn't have allowed those bastards to get to ya."

"Mammon..." You could predict the trajectory of his thoughts and desperately wished you were wrong. "It's not your fault," you choked out. Please, please, please—

"But it was!" Mammon argued. "If I were always by your side, they wouldn't have had the chance to even touch you!"

"It was my fault," you begged. "I didn't want to bother you so I didn't say anything!"

Mammon frowned. "I didn't think you needed protecting even from yourself."

oh. oh no.

Mammon carefully scooped you up into his arms. This time you could not help your flinch, but Mammon didn't seem to notice.

"It's okay!" Mammon said cheerfully. "If you can't take care of yourself, I'll take care of ya! I'm your guardian demon, after all!"

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Leviathan

cw: drowning, but u watch it happen. doesn't happen to u

The demon suddenly froze in their step, their hands coming up to grab their throat. They curled over and started coughing, started heaving, out long and stringy bits of black and green matter.

No matter how much the demon vomited out it never seemed to end and soon it was strewn all over the ground, accompanied with the pungent scent of rotten fish and the salty tang of the sea.

You blink and Leviathan was suddenly standing beside you, sharp teeth bared in a snarl and long black tail whipping around in agitation.

"Levi...?" you spoke slowly. You had never seen him this agitated before

"They hurt you," Leviathan said. His voice was low with an eerie quality to it; it was like a reverb, an echo, and it brought to your mind stories of hallucinatory voices sailors often heard at sea, beckoning them overboard.

The demons were frozen in place as Leviathan stalked towards them, slowly circling around them like a shark around prey. Then, another demon started choking, doubling over and throwing up the same black and green mess the first one did. The smell of fish and the sea grew stronger and you suddenly realize that they were vomiting out seaweed.

"I was wondering what was so important to you that you forgot that we were going to talk home together but I see now."

The third demon fell to their knees, clawing at their throat as they started throwing up seaweed as well.

"All this time I thought that you finally realized that I was just a no-good loser otaku... but that wasn't the case, was it?"

Levithan's voice was smooth, calm, and still retaining that ethereal quality to it. It felt like it was being spoken directly into your head rather than coming from in front of you. It made goosebumps rise up on your skin.

"Levi—" you tried again but you were interrupted.

"I should have known better!" Leviathan laughed. "My Henry wouldn't do that to me! No, the fault lies with these interlopers, trying to take you away! Trying to kill you!"

The first demon's face was turning pale. They tried to gasp for air but a strange froth poured out of their mouth instead, followed by water, copious amounts of seawater splashing violently onto the floor.

"But it's okay!" Leviathan turned to you, smiling brightly. It was the same smile he gave when he got a new high score on the game and was eagerly awaiting your reaction, it was the same smile he gave when he ran up to you with a drink in hand while you were queuing for him in C.S., it was the same smile he gave when he managed to get two tickets to an event and brought you along as his plus one. "I'll protect you! And I'll get revenge for you too, just like the Lord of Shadows does for Henry! Like in Volume 17, when Henry was kidnapped by the Lord of Lechery's jealous ex-paramours, the Lord of Shadows showed up and summoned his familiar to rip them apart..."

Leviathan glanced back at the demons for a moment. All three of them were coughing out seawater now and turning shades of blue. Long, red gashes left behind by desperate nails ran down their necks as they tried, in vain, to claw for air. Seawater was also dripping from this nostrils, bubbling from the horrible breaths of air they were trying to take. There was a sneer on Leviathan's face but it was quick to disappear when he looked back at you. When he stepped closer, you noticed that the pupils of his eyes had turned to sharp slits.

"I can't summon Lotan here to punish them; Lucifer would be mad and more importantly you might get hurt! So I did the next best thing! I know that drowning is a very slow and painful way to die, especially if you fight against it, so I thought that it would be a suitable alternative for a punishment!"

He looked so pleased with himself. It was like killing people for revenge was on the same level of enjoyment for him as getting merch of a character he liked.

Without a care for the demons behind him, Leviathan quickly made his way up to you, making sure to be careful as he picked you up off the ground.

"See?" he grumbled, "this is why I say that staying in my room is so much better." He paused. "Ah, do you want to see them drown the entire way?" You quickly shook your head no. "Yeah, you're right. That'll take too much time. I'll bring you to Satan to get you wounds healed. Afterwards, don't think of even taking a step out of my room, alright! You've already seen how dangerous the outside world is!"

With that last sentence, he carried you away. You desperately hope that Leviathan was joking about it but something about the way his tail curled possessively around your ankle made you think otherwise.

In your periphery vision, you notice the demons lying on the floor, some of them twitching and some of them writhing around. You close your eyes, and look away.

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Satan

cw: just. loads of violence and gore

There was a large, gaping hole in one of the demon's abdomens, directly mirroring yours. Except it was larger, more brutal, and much more horrible than the one they inflicted on you.

Satan removed his hand from the demon's abdomen with a loud, wet shlick. The demon fell to their knees, clutching at their open abdomen. Satan smiled a bright, close-eyed smile. For once his spiked tail wasn't curled around his leg, instead gently swaying back and forth as he reached forward to yank the demon's intestines from the hole.

Perhaps it was due to the manner of the wound or the force Satan used but it didn't take long for the intestine to snap and for Satan to hurl it to the side in annoyance.

"Can't even do one thing right," he sneered. He raised his foot only to harshly stomp down on the demon's back. It landed with a sickening crack and the demon collapsed onto the floor, spine bent at an irregular angle. They were still screaming in pain. They were still alive.

Your voice was trapped in your chest, your eyes wide open and unable to be torn from the horrific scene happening in front of you.

Satan moved onto the next demon, grabbing them by the hair and pulling sharply to the side. When the third demon tried to scramble away, Satan froze them in place with a simple flick of his fingers and an uttered spell.

With his attention now turned back to the demon in his grasp, Satan used his other hand to hold the demon's head in place as he slowly pulled at their hair until it started peeling off, a thin layer of skin attached to the base of the strands and holding them together. That wasn't enough for Satan, though, and he inserted his long fingernails into the demon's eyes, scooping them out with barely contained glee.

"This is what you get for thinking that you can even look at MC," Satan told the demon. He then dropped that one onto the ground as well, kicking them in the stomach and sending them skidding across the rough earth.

It was at this moment that you realized that this was the demon who had kicked you into the wall... and the earlier demon was the one who had stabbed you with their nails. The last demon, the one Satan was dragging towards you now, was the one who had called you out in the first place. The one who had put the entire bullying thing into motion.

Satan kicked the back of their legs, making them drop onto their knees in front of you. Now that you had a much closer, unwanted look at them, you notice that their lips had been stapled shut, the dull metal gleaming slightly in the limited light.

"Sorry for taking so long, kitten," Satan apologized to you in his usual, gentlemanly tone. "I might have gone a little bit overboard." When he directed his words to the demon trembling in front of you, he was much harsher. "What are you waiting for? Not going to apologize?!"

The demon made some muffled cries, completely unintelligible from behind his cruel gag. A nasty smile spread across Satan's face. "Oh, I forgot. You can't speak, can you? Well, it seems like you'll have to apologize in another manner."

Satan reached around and ran a finger down from the center of the demon's collarbone to their sternum. From this close you could see the sweat dripping down the demon's face, hear the whimpers from their throat, feel their agony as Satan peeled off the left side of the demon's skin, revealing their rib cage and organs.

"You can still apologize with your heart," Satan told the demon. "Can't you?"

"S... Satan." Somehow, you managed to muster up the willpower to speak. "Satan, I can't do this."

Satan's green eyes were on you now. He was confused for a moment before clarity entered them. You waited for him to move the demon away, but he never did. Instead, he dug his fingers into the demon's rib cage and pulled it out, like one would with a closet door.

The demon screamed from behind his gag.

"Of course, silly me. You wouldn't be able to reach his heart due to his rib being in the way! Well it should be easier now, yes?"

You were going to be sick.

"I don't... I don't want this, Satan," you forced out through gritted teeth. Satan frowned, but it was directed to the demon.

"Hear that? MC doesn't accept your apology." He discarded the demon to the side before kneeling down in front of you, offering blood-soaked hand for you to take. "I'd love to torture them for you some more, MC," he said gently, "but I don't think now's a good time. You need to get your wounds cleaned and healed."

You closed your eyes and looked away. Even though you were trying your best to block it out, the scent of blood was still strong in the air.

You heard Satan chuckle in front of you. "I know," he said in an indulgent tone, "but I'm serious. I read that humans are a lot more fragile than demons so I need to disinfect your wounds at the very least. We can always come back later; it's not like they'll be running away any time soon."

You tried to tell Satan that there was nothing more you wanted than to never see this sight again, but you couldn't open your mouth without throwing up.

"If you don't stop throwing a tantrum, I'll get angry," despite his words, his voice was more amused than anything. You forced yourself to speak.

"It... hurts," you ground out. "I can't... move."

"Oh." His voice was deeper now. Your eyes flew open to see him trembling with rage as he glared towards one of the nearby demons. "I see. It appears that I've been too lenient with them." His gaze went back to you and softened. "Don't worry, I'll make them pay their dues. Now, this might hurt but I'll try my best to be gentle."

Without giving you a chance to react, Satan scooped you up into his arms taking care not to aggravate any of your wounds.

"We'll return to the House of Lamentations first," Satan told you. "When I'm sure you're fine, I'll bring demons to you instead. How does that sound?"

Instead of answering, you leaned your head against his chest and pretended to sleep. You hoped the demons died before Satan came back to get them... for their sake.

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sorry things are short from here on out. im tire. d

Asmodeus

cw: suicide

You hear Asmodeus gasp before he quickly placed himself between you and the demons. Relief flooded you at the sight of your friend.

"Darling! What happened to you?!" he bemoaned, reaching forward to wipe a smear of blood off of your face. You smile weakly at him.

"I just got a little hurt, that's all. Can you bring me home?" you asked. Behind him, you can see the demons backing away.

"Hurt...?" Asmodeus's eyes trailed down and landed on the horrid wound in your abdomen. You blink and suddenly found him in his demon form, wings twitching with agitation.

"Asmo...?"

Asmodeus abruptly stood up and turned to face the demons. You see them freeze in place and an eerie blankness washed over their faces.

"My darling is hurt," he whined. "Do you know who was the one who did it?"

The demons pointed at each other, neither of them willing to take the blame. You see Asmodeus cock his hip and rest his cheek against the palm of his hand.

"There's so many conflicting answers that I'm soo confused. Ah! I just had a great idea! I want you to kill that horrible, horrible person who harmed by darling. You can do that, right?"

In a blink of an eye, the demons turned on each other, ripping each other to shreds with the utmost of ferocity. Meanwhile, Asmodeus stood in front of them, calmly watching them tear each other apart whilst humming a cheerful melody. Soon, only one demon was left, bloodied and bruised, and they collapsed in front of Asmodeus.

"Wow!" Asmodeus cheered superficially. "Now, I want you to kill yourself!"

The demon faltered. Asmodeus grabbed them by the chin, long nails leaving angry red lines on their skin as he forced them to look into his eyes.

"I want you," he repeated slowly, "to kill yourself."

The demon's expression was completely blank and open as they nodded at Asmodeus before placing their hands around their neck and squeezing.

Asmodeus stepped back to stand by your side as the demon slowly suffocated themselves to death.

"Isn't it great!" Asmodeus asked you. You turned to look at him and noticed that his eyes were bright and feverish. "How obedient they are! They all do what I want them to do without question..." Asmodeus trailed off, disdain in his eyes as he watched the demon die in front of him.

"No it isn't!"

Asmodeus blinked. Confusion was clear in his eyes. "Why not?" he questioned. "I didn't have to dirty my hands, you didn't have to dirty your hands, and they all got what they deserved!"

"Death? Was death what they deserved?" You searched his eyes for any signs of remorse but you found none. Asmodeus was one of the gentlest demons you knew... you supposed that the keyword there that you had been ignoring the entire time was 'demon'.

"They hurt you, my dear. They sullied your beautiful form with their ugly selves, of course they deserved death! If I weren't worried about getting blood on my outfit, I'd have them draw it out, too!"

"This is wrong," you muttered to yourself. "This isn't right."

"Wrong? Not right? Honey, you're in the Devildom," Asmodeus cooed. He gently carded his fingers through your hair as he spoke. "Unfortunately, might is right here."

You shiver and curl into yourself. A frown graced Asmodeus' features and he was quick to try and comfort you.

"You'll get used to it soon," he said. "And even if you don't, you shouldn't worry! I won't let it happen again. How could I allow those tear stains on your pretty little face?"

His eyes were glowing eerily.

"Just... introduce all of the people you meet to me, alright? Then you'll never have to worry about anyone hurting you ever again♡"

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Beelzebub

cw: you know that thing in the mummy (1999) where the scarab beetles crawl under the person's skin and then eat them from the inside out? yeah.

You had never seen Beelzebub so furious before.

He held you in his arms as the demons before you paled at the sight of the sixth Lord of Hell.

"MC, you're hurt," he said slowly. His grip on you tightened for a brief moment before they loosened, Beelzebub clearly trying his best to control his strength so that you wouldn't get hurt.

There was a strange buzzing sound in the air. You assumed that it was coming from Beelzebub's wings.

"I'll be fine Beel," you try to comfort him. "It's just a flesh wound."

Beelzebub shook his head. "You're not fine," he insisted. "They tried to hurt you. They hurt you."

The buzzing was getting louder now. You touched Beelzebub's cheek and a warm fuzziness made itself known in your chest as Beelzebub leaned into your touch. "I'll be fine," you repeated. "I just need to get to the hospital, or a demon equivalent of it, and then rest up."

"I'll bring you to Satan," Beelzebub said. "But first, you need to see."

"See what, Beel?"

"Punishment," he said solemnly, directing your gaze towards the demons who were busy clawing at themselves. At first you couldn't tell what was going on but you soon managed to discern small little bumps moving around under the demons' skin.

The buzzing sound was louder, now.

One of the demons finally opened their mouth to scream and, to your absolutely disgust and horror, small black beetles crawled out of their mouth. As if it were a signal, insects started crawling out of the other demons' orifices as well, centipedes and ants and little white larvae, wiggling their way out before burrowing themselves into the demon's flesh once again.

The few seconds it took for the insects to eat away the demons felt like a lifetime, your eyes fixed onto the absolutely hellish sight in front of you. When the bones of the demons fell onto the ground, most of the insects scattered but some still dug into the bones, feasting on the bone marrow. You slapped your hand over your mouth, trying your hardest not to throw up while you were still being carried by Beelzebub.

"They hurt you," Beelzebub said. His voice felt so far away. "So I hurt them back."

You squeezed your eyes shut. The buzzing hum of insects did not allow itself to be tuned out.

"So... you have to tell me if people want to hurt you, okay? I'll protect you."

Beelzebub was no longer in his demon form, but the buzzing sound did not go away for a long, long time.

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Belphegor

cw: just violence i guess

The demon froze in their tracks, eyes staring straight ahead at something you could not see.

"What's wrong?" one of the other demons asked. They didn't seem to hear them as fear dawned on their face and they started backing away.

"Get away from me!" the demon screamed. They tripped over themselves and fell flat onto the floor, but they did not pause in their attempts to scramble away. "Get away from me! No! No! No!!"

"What's going on? Why're you acting like..." Another demon suddenly stared down at their feet for a moment before they started to heave. The last demon had a moment of sanity before they, too, suddenly started looking around them in fear.

"Ahhh! It's on me, it's in me, get it off, get it out!" they screamed, violently scratching at their skin. The first demon had stopped moving back and instead started waving their arms above them, fighting off an unseen assailant while the second demon was attempting to shove their entire hand down their throat. The third demon was scratching at their eyes, uncaring of how blood was now running down their body.

The first demon started clawing at themselves. The second demon slit open their stomach. The third demon clawed out their eyes.

Before you could see any more, a pair of cold hands wrapped around your shoulders, effectively drawing your attention away from the scene in front of you. A tail brushed against your face, blocking your vision entirely as Belphegor snuggled up to you from behind, burying his face in the crook of your neck.

"MC... Are you okay?" he asked.

"I... I'm fine, but those demons, they—"

"—hurt you, right? That's why they're getting punished right now." You felt his self-satisfied grin against your neck and realized that whatever they were going through right now was the work of the demon behind you.

"Belphie, what did you do?!"

"It's nothing much, really." He was proud of what he did. "I just gave him some nightmares. Or hallucinations, as some people call it."

You opened your mouth, to plead, to beg, you didn't know, but Belphie interrupted you before you could speak.

"Anyway, they're not important. You need to go to Satan, right? He has some healing spells that would be of use..." Belphegor slowly untangled himself from you. "Can you walk on your own? Or do you need my help?"

You didn't want his help but, when you tried to stand up, the pain rendered you immobile. Belphegor caught sight of the wound in your abdomen and flattened his lips. For a moment, you were transported back to the entrance of the attic, Belphegor looking down at you with loathing and rage in his eyes, but the moment quickly vanished and Belphegor reached out to pick you up.

"I'm normally the one being carried but I can make an exception for you," he said in a faux, lighthearted tone.

The demons' screams became louder. More terrified.

"You'll have to make it up to me, though," Belphegor continued, already walking towards the House of Lamentations. "When you recover, I expect lots of cuddles. I won't accept any rejections~"

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hhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh this thing got away from me. well as the tags say i want to do a follow up to this but idk what sort of follow up it'll be. def yandere though. speaking of yandere, watch this space for the next yandere thing that gets churned out, because i like yandere a lot, anyway it's going to be yandere brothers x mc. all of them, at the same time. will mc survive? probably! will they be happy they did? probably not. :) anyway i hope to be able to do more yandere content in the future

edit: SORRY I FORGOT THE CONTENT WARNINGS FOR THE FIRST 3

edit2: inserted one (1) instance of satan calling u kitten for a friend

#obey me #obey me x reader #yandere obey me #anyway i want to write a follow up to this #but what kind of follow up would it be... hm #sorry for the shortness of the last 3... i swear i love them it's just like 4am and i have an early day tomorrow #obey me fanfic #iyumeu writes om #obey me shall we date #obey me x mc #sigh tags #lucifer x reader #mammon x reader #leviathan x reader #satan x reader #asmodeus x reader #beelzebub x reader #belphegor x reader

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leviathism · 2 years

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leviathan x gender neutral reader

You, unfortunately, were stuck on a blind date with some asshole of person.

Your human world friends had tricked you into going, as they believed that anyone single was in complete agony and must be saved. Well, now you were in agony, sitting next to this complete freak.

You pulled out your phone and texted Lucifer. No response. Mammon. No response. Leviathan. No response. And so on with all the other brothers. Nobody answered.

Your grip on your phone tightened as your date rambled on about some new political meme they saw on instagram.

Just as you were about to pull out a napkin and write your will on it, your phone pinged.

(Levi): what’s wrong??

Your knight in shining armor had finally texted you back.

(you): I need urgent help!!! I am stuck

(Levi): how do you think I can get to the human world… LOL

Oh right. “Excuse me, I need to go to the restroom,” you interrupted them. You stood up and walked a few steps before turning around and grabbing the salt. They gave you a weird look as you speed walked away.

Once you figured out a way to lock the door and poured the salt on the ground, Leviathan appeared in front of you. “Why are we in a bathroom…….?”

“Because I’m stuck on some stupid date with someone and I can’t get out of it because they’re a close friend to my friends and I’ll look like an asshole with no feelings if I leave or say I don’t like them!” You threw your hands up into the air.

“Y-you’re on a date?!?!” Leviathan’s face crumpled. You gave him a look, wondering if that was the only thing he heard.

“Listen, you have to get me out. Maybe like, pretend to be waiter? And then you show them a demon face!” You were so intelligent.

“Yeah, but what if someone else sees and shoots me?” Leviathan frowned before blushing. “That’d be so embarrassing. Mammon would laugh at me.”

“Well, I need you to do something…” You sighed, mood dampening. Your date was such a slow eater and you couldn’t take any longer listening to them. Leviathan seemed to perk up, heart tightening at your crestfallen face.

“Um… wait. Go back, and I’ll think of something… I swear! I could never leave my Henry in danger when he always helped out the Lord of Shadow!” With his new found confidence, he urged you out of the bathroom.

Finding your way back to your date, you felt nervous. What if Leviathan couldn’t pull through? You gnawed on your bread as you waited.

And waited.

“And that’s when I pulled out my trusty butcher knife—” There was a high chance you were going to get killed by your date if Leviathan didn’t show up in the next five minutes.

Finally, there was a shout from the kitchen and then screams. The kitchen door flung open and a wave of water came flooding out.

Leviathan. Your hero. You quickly escaped the building, ditched the weirdo, and hid into one of the alleyways, waiting for your new favorite demon to come find you.

“Did you see that?” You laughed when Leviathan turned the corner, a small smile on his face.

“Your partner person date whatever totally wet their pants!” He went up to you, blushing when you put your hands on his hips to pull him close to you in excitement.

“Yeah, that was so cool, Levi!”

Leviathan paused at that, eyes wide and blush deepening. “Um…” His hands went up and hid his face. “Ireallywanttokissyourightnow.”

You grinned, enjoying this view of him. “Then do it.”

#obey me x gender neutral reader #obey me x reader #obey me x you #obey me x gn!mc #obey me x gn!reader #obey me x y/n #obey me fluff #obey me #leviathan x you #obey me leviathan fluff #leviathan x gender neutral reader #leviathan x reader #leviathan fluff

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astaroth1357 · 3 years

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How Often They Worry about MC…

For those who don’t know, I have a little dog named Charlie and she is a large portion of my world. There's no need to be alarmed, my dog is fine, but there are days where I hold her and all I can think about is how much I worry about her health down the line… I suppose we often do that for the people we love, particularly the ones who may not last as long as we will. Take that as inspiration if you'd like.

Lucifer

Near constantly.

If you tracked his blood pressure on a grid, you'd see it start to continuously rise about when he decided they were worth having in his life.

Lucifer is the eldest sibling to a whole crew of brothers so he's no stranger to worry. He worried about his brothers when they were young, he worried about them after the Fall, and he still worries about them now (even if he's less open about it).

But a part of him knows that his brothers can handle their own, at least to varying degrees. The MC, though? He's far less sure…

They've proven rather resilient, but also headstrong and reckless. Neither of which are good things to be in a place this dangerous...

If Lucifer isn't careful, he can catch himself staring at a wall or window just wondering where they are and if they're doing alright… If he called them every time he had a passing worry, their inbox would be full by the end each week.

He holds himself back because he doesn't have the time to constantly protect them, but that doesn't stop him from sending a text once or twice a day. They better respond or he'll start (secretly) panicking.

Mammon

He forgets their mortality from time to time, but every time he remembers it hits like a ton of bricks…

Mammon is a pretty "in-the-moment" person. He doesn't spend a lot of time dwelling on the future, but whenever he does the thought of losing MC always comes back to him again and again.

Like. It's gotta happen eventually, right? They're human, humans die, hell they don't even live that long to start with!

The MC can always tell when Mammon's getting worried because he'll get uncharacteristically quiet and pace around or hover by them…

Every little injury or strenuous task will suddenly seem like too much to him as well.

If they need to carry some boxes, he'll carry them all.

If they have to jog to class, he's carrying them.

If they so much as get a papercut, he'll have a heart attack.

It's not very hard to get Mammon out of these funks - he really does want them to reassure him that they're okay - but he's never going to get fully over it…

Not until he can steal whatever top secret immortality formula Solomon must have used anyway… He'll get it off that bastard eventually.

Leviathan

Thinks about it so often he has to actively try not to just to get any peace…

He dodges his fears for MC like a protagonist dodges lasting consequences. Every time he feels one creeping up, he's always got a distraction waiting…

"Hey where's MC at? I hope they didn't fall into the riv-OH HEY CHECK OUT THIS NEW GAME!!"

"What are they doing over there…? That looks hard, what if they bre-WAIT DIDN'T MY FAVORITE VOICE ACTOR JUST RELEASE A NEW PODCAST???"

"What if the MC dies tomorrow and they leave me all alo-DEVIL FIGHT 200! YOU CAN'T BEAT DEVIL FIGHT 200, LET’S BREAK MY HIGH SCORE!!"

Cut him some slack, his psyche cannot handle the idea of losing them on top of everything else he grapples with every day.

If, on the rare occasion, he does let himself fall down that rabbit hole he becomes extra clingy and practically begs MC not to leave his room… like ever. He'd bubble wrap them if he could.

Anytime they get really hurt or really sick he refuses to leave their side even if it means he has to awkwardly sit on the floor. He just needs to be able to glance at them every so often to be sure they're alive… Still breathing?? Phew…

Satan

He worries, preps, rationalizes, then worries again…

For Satan, knowledge is power and every scrap of information he can learn about MC is more power he can use to keep them safe and healthy.

Yes, he will want their medical history. Yes, he's going to need a list of prescriptions. Family members too. And no, you do not get a choice.

He'll read up on as many things as he can - pawn medical journals off of witches and get magical alternatives from Solomon.

The cycle usually goes:

1. He's lying awake at night because he just heard about some terrible bacteria that makes human's skin peel off or something.

2. He does all the research he can on this bacteria, its treatment options, best prevention methods, etc.

3. Gets right about to break out the rubber booties for MC to wear around, then realizes they have a very slim chance of catching said bacteria since it's only native to incredibly remote parts of Indonesia.

4. Feels instant relief that MC will probably not catch flesh-eating bacteria and can finally sleep again…

5. Hears of some other human medical horror from Solomon and starts to worry…

It's a vicious cycle indeed… But at least he's getting a lot of medical training. Soon enough he'll be the Devildom's version of a human vet (which I guess is just a doctor, come to think of it. 🤔)

Asmodeus

Lives so "here-and-now" that he doesn't remember often, but when he does it's always heartbreaking…

Asmo usually tries to worry about things as little as possible. It’s bad for the skin, you know? But when the MC is involved, all of that goes out the window.

Like how a delicate blossom eventually wilts in the snow, the MC is bound to leave them in time… Usually there's supposed to be something beautiful in that kind of tragedy, but perhaps he's just too close to them to find any romance in it.

The thought of their death gives him breakouts and anytime they get hurt or sick he's the first brother to offer them comfort. Every time.

Because he doesn't feel like he's as physically strong as he brothers, he tries to make up for it by minding their health in other ways. Anything to keep his MC strong and beautiful as always!

If Asmo is in a worrying mood, then he may also compensate by trying to take the MC out to a party or some fun event. Why sit around worrying by himself when he could be making memories with them now, right?

Beelzebub

It comes in waves, mostly at night.

When your thoughts throughout the day are mostly, "I wish I wasn't so hungry," it doesn't afford you a lot of time to think about much else.

In a way, it's a good thing since he experiences a lot less stress. But those worries are still there and they mostly plague his dreams…

Beel doesn’t feel hungry when he's sleeping, so a lot of his fears will make themselves known overnight. An injured or dying MC is often in his rotation of nightmares though, of course, he'd rather it not be…

After having one of these dreams, his first instinct is to always make sure the MC is okay. If they're with him, he'll hug them and check their heartbeat. If they're somewhere else, he'll go to them or shoot a text.

He has woken up without realizing his nightmare was all a dream though, and usually it's up to Belphie or MC themselves to console him while he cries… It's so heartbreaking, sweet boy just puts a lot of pressure on himself to be sure they're safe…

When he worries, it's like they're the most beautiful and expensive China set in a room full of bulls and hammers. If he could tape them to his side, he probably would. He gets scared for them that much…

Belphegor

More scared about it than anyone else in the House.

Despite his calm demeanor, Belphie is truly afraid of losing his loved ones beneath the surface… He's already lost one of his most dear siblings before, going through that again may just break him.

Unfortunately, he's also felt just how fragile the MC is firsthand... He's not even the strongest of his brothers, yet he was able to snuff them out so easily… Who's to say someone else won't try?

Like Beel, MC's death is a recurring nightmare for him but he can usually shake off his dreams fairly well, if not change them mid-sleep. More scary is when something is actually wrong with them or they're not feeling well.

Belphie always sets his inner laziness aside for the MC when he can. If they get sick, he'll usually be right along with his family to take care of them - even if he has to skip school to do so (not that he cares about class anyway).

When he's worrying about them, he tries to play it off at first, but soon enough they'll notice him acting overly concerned and losing sleep… Best to calm him down before he starts getting cranky.

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Rules — Kaz Brekker

Requests: “Your works is incredibly good, masterpiece. Can you please smut with Kaz Brekker and prompts 34, 37, 47? Using your rules, they are wonderful. I will really wait))”

“could u do #39 with kaz???ignore if ur not comfortable with this!!”

“Hello, just binge read your kaz brekker smuts and they are amazing! Was wondering if you could do something with smut prompts 34,84,&72?”

Smut prompts:

34. “You’d better watch your fucking mouth.”

37. “I’m so sick of your voice. Why don’t you come over here and put your mouth to better use?”

“39. “You keep acting like a little brat and I’ll take you over my knee right here, I don’t care how many people are watching.”

47. “You look so good on your knees like that.”

72. “Fuck you.” 1. “I’m up for it if you are.”

84. “Let me show you what happens to little brats who don’t follow the rules.”

Couple: Kaz Brekker/ Fem!Reader

Warnings: swearing, NSFW,explicit heavy smut, dirty talk, dom!Kaz.

Word count: 2k.

A/N: All smut requests for Kaz must follow these rules.

Thank you so much for the requests and for all affection 💖 I decided to compile these requests, since they were the same central plot. I added all the elements that were asked for individually, and made sure that all ideas were respected and written down. I hope you like it and good reading.

English is not my first language, so I so sorry if have a mistake.

Requests are closed. Love you❤️

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There were two types of people in the world. The dangerous ones, with whom shouldn't play or challenge, people who are able to see and set your soul on fire with a single look, who exude power and domination with the way they walk. And there were people who loved to play with danger, with fire. People who felt the adrenaline pump in their veins and loved the feeling of being messing with something forbidden. Overcoming limits, challenging people on power.

Kaz Brekker was the first type of person. And you were second.

He was intimidating, dark and dangerous. An aura of mystery adored him like an underworld selvedge, and his caustic and intense gaze could very well be bought from what Lucifer cast around the world after The Fall. It was amazing how he hadn't left a trail of rubble where that gaze passed. People feared him, obeyed him, responded to his orders with astonishing precision. Everyone, but not you.

The surest comparison to define you would be to buy Jesper. Both with social personality, adrenaline addiction and seduction in their eyes. But you were a little more than that. More impulsive, more reckless, and more provocative. While Jesper knew all too well when to step back and keep your mouth shut, you refused to bow to Dirty Hands. Not because it was proud, but because it was fun, thought-provoking. Addictive. Every cell in your body felt extremely alive when you are under Kaz Brekker's dominant, angry, and dangerous gaze. He giving you a clear warning that you were swimming in turbulent water, but you were just plunging deeper into his waves.

You wanted to push him to the edge, the exasperation, to see what was really underneath that cold face and serious. Kaz could very well be the boss of the famous gang you were part of, but his rank wasn't enough to stop you. Never would be.

"Frankly, I just don't care." You told Jesper and Nina in one night, downing a shot of vodka.

"What?!" She looked at you dumbfounded. "Kaz is your boss and you argued with him about his plan!"

Nina looked alarmed, but all you felt was adrenaline and pleasure.

“Because it was a nonsense plan and…”

“What nonsense plan?”

And there was Kaz. With his height and his black underworld clothes, with his Lucifer gaze and mouth made for sin. You wanted him to sin. But you wanted l him sin with you.

Jesper and Nina soon stuttered trying to make up an excuse, but you weren't given to lies.

“Yours, in this morning.” Jesper looked like he wanted to stick his head in the dirt after your comment.

Then, once again, that fervent gaze was upon you, and every pulse in your body frantically pumped blood through your veins.

“Don't think I didn't notice your inability to follow rules, Y/n.” It was a warning.

“Oh I don't have a problem following rules “You rested your chin in your palm, with your elbow on the table, and held his fervent gaze, “,but only when they make sense. So that's the only way I can be very obedient, Sir.”

You heard Nina gasp, but your eyes didn't leave Kaz's. There was much more to that look than met the world could see. There was war for control, battles and ferocity. Kaz Brekker wanted to break you in half in that eye contact, but you wouldn't budge because a look. If he wanted you on your knees, you would be very happy to do it, but it would have to be the right way.

Kaz leaned toward you, closer enough for no one else to hear what he was going to say but far enough away that his mouth wouldn't touch your ear.

"You keep acting like a little brat and I'll take you over my knee right here, I don't care how many people are watching."

After that, the sexual tension between the two of you was suffocating, so thick it could have been cut with a knife. But nobody did anything to placate it, and you two just let it get bigger. Bigger and bigger. Until it's too late.

And in one night, it was too late.

"I won't do this just because you want to!" You crossed your arms over your chest.

Kaz wanted you to kidnap one of a mobster's kids to act as security when making a deal, but you wasn't going to kidnap anyone.

“You work for me.”

“No, I work with you.” It was a lie, but you didn't budge. “Don't think I'm here for lack of choice, Brekker. You need me as a vital member of this team and don't forget we're on an equal footing.”

His blue eyes turned almost black. Kaz Brekker rose from his office desk.

“Do you really think you're going to tell me how to act? Think you're gonna boss me around? Well, I don't think so.” His speech was slow and hot and dangerous, like that of a hunter prowling his prey and contemplating how pathetic you attempts to fight were.

“I don't give a damn what you think.” Your whole body was throbbing with life in that moment, as if fireworks had exploded in your chest. “But I won't do what you're ordering.”

"Fuck you." His voice was a growl.

A spot between your legs vibrated, and you gripped the taunt tightly. "I'm up for it if you are."

That seemed to be the pinnacle. The air crackled, the world shuddered, and Kaz's eyes roared with the flames of hell. He walked towards your with three long, purposeful strides, grabbed your chin in his gloved hand and brought you close to his mouth like you were just a rag doll.

Your breath burned in lungs, your unrestrained heart grew stronger and your entire body shivered. A low moan caught in your throat, but you could feel the warm, pulsing liquid stain your panties.

"You’d better watch your fucking mouth." Kaz's voice was husky, strong and gruff, like a boss. Your boss.

Pleasure invaded your body like waves of electricity, stealing your breath and making your blood burn in veins like scalding lava. Your whole body vibrated, screamed, begged. You wanted to disobey and be dominated. You wanted to fight and be defeated. You wanted to play rebellious and be demoted to a good girl.

And your desires must have been very explicit and pleading in your eyes, because Kaz let his lips curve into a cocky, smug smile. The smile of someone who knows he has power.

"You are such a hypocrite." He brought his body close to your. "Saying you're not easily obedient, likes others to think you're provocative and rebellious, but you're just a needy kid wanting my attention."

You moaned this time. A broken and delivered sound that gave away your entire game.

"I'm not one of the men you can challenge and get along with."

"I didn't think you was." You tried to rescue the last spark of provocation, your last fire of insolence.

“And yet you test me. Because you know what I can do with you.”

His husky words hit your skin, and Kaz pulled your chin more closer, until your lips were able to swallow his words. “Because you know I can break you.”

The moan came loud this time, desperate and needy. Kaz hadn't even touched you properly and you already felt ready to combust.

“Y-yes.” But if you were desperate, Kaz was burning with dangerous fury.

“I'm so sick of your voice. Why don’t you come over here and put your mouth to better use?”

Then his hand slipped from your jaw and stuck to the silky hairs on the back of your neck, closing his fingers there and bringing you with him to the armchair Kaz had been sitting in seconds ago.

They weren't sweet, affectionate, or kind touches, but that wasn't what you were looking for. You wanted roughness, fury, raw and strength. You wanted something wild, wanted had marks on your body the other day to tell a story. You weren't a woman who settled for the basics and wanted someone able to show you what a real fuck was. You wanted to be broken. And Kaz Brekker could give you that.

He sat down in the leather armchair and pulled you to the floor, settling you on your knees on the floor between his long, masculine legs. The awareness of what was to come filled your mouth with water, with desire, with lust, and you found yourself already leaning your mouth closer and... Kaz pulled your hair back, not hard, but firmly, keeping you away from his dick. For a while.

“Are you so eager to get my dick yet?” His free hand, now ungloved, glided to your face, running his thumb across your cheek in a firm, possessive touch. “Of course you are. Greedy slut."

Then came a slap. It wasn't aggressive, but you could feel the heat on your cheek. Your panties have never been so wet as they are now.

“S-Sir f-fuck.”

It was a plea, a whimper or a moan, you didn't know anymore. All you could feel was your pussy throbbing, mouth salivating and the overwhelming desire to put his cock in your mouth. It all hit you so hard that you wanted to cry with the wait.

Kaz lowered his mouth to your, slamming their lips together in a rough, brutal, dictating kiss. He invaded with his tongue and conquered everything you had, rubbing the hot flesh of your tongue in an erotic, maddening dance.

"Let me show you what happens to little brats who don't follow the rules." It was his sentence after back away his lips from your.

Unbuttoning his black pants with one hand and pulling the waistband down along with the boxers, he released the throbbing cock that sprang out with glory and grandeur. Thick, streaked with veins and with a pink head swollen and leaking with pre-cum. Everything about Kaz Brekker was delicious. Your moan at the sight was an opportunity that wasn't passed up. Kaz pulled your head by the back of your neck toward his dick, sinking into the velvety, warm, wet cavity of your mouth.

You accepted it readily, almost in desperation, tasting its taste with his tongue and sucking on his head like your favorite lollipop. Kaz moaned loudly, letting his head fall back and loosening his grip on your hair. Your eyes lifted to him, and the sight made you clench your thighs to ease the arousal.

His broad chest covered by the black button-down shirt rose and fell faster, his smooth white neck was exposed, and his firm jaw was clenched with fury. Brekker looked like the god of the underworld. And you loved it.

Your mouth suck to his cock better, increasing the back and forth movements and leaving a trail of hot sage. One hand rested on Kaz's thigh while the other aided the movements, spreading all the saliva down the length of his cock.

“You look so good on your knees like that.” His voice was more of a growl, and his grip on your hair went back to being firm.

You brought your eyes up to his once more, batting your lashes gracefully as you let out a few broken moans, sliding your tongue across every inch of his warm skin you could reach. Kaz gritted his teeth with your puppy dog eyes. Losing all control and letting out a loud growl mixed with an aggressive curse, he thrust your head at him, sinking his entire dick into your hot mouth and hitting the glans at the beginning of your throat.

You gasped and he moaned loudly, increasing the back and forth and building with the movements of his own hips, fucking your mouth like it was the most delicious thing in the world.

"Fucking hell, what a velvet mouth!" He locked his teeth into his lower lip, using his free hand to slide his thumb across your cheek and give you a reward in the form of a small caress. "That's right, good girl."

You moaned, squinting your eyes and relaxing your throat. His compliment has done wonders for your feminine ego and your vanity, you've sunk your mouth down to touch the tip of your nose to his pelvis, and the grip on your hair has become rough as Kaz moaned loudly in a session of swearing and gasping.

He held you in that position, his whole body shaking with pleasure and despair, blood pumping like boiling lava through his saturated veins. With one last moan mixed with growl, he cum in your throat. In hot, strong jets, making sure you take every last drop. He tasted like salt, man and lust. And it was a miracle you didn't cum right away. The best liquid you've ever had.

Kaz released your hair with a hot gasp, and the hand on your cheek gently pulled you back. His dick came out of your mouth with a 'pop', saliva and tears mingled in your chin, your lips swollen and as red as roses at their apex.

You've never been so fucking delicious as you are now.

Brekker pulled you into his lap, settling you on his thigh and locking their mouths in a kiss permeated with lust and desire. You whimpered, body sensitive, pussy throbbing and throbbing. Your hands went to his hair as Brekker pulled the hem of your skirt up.

"Now, you're going to keep showing me how much you regret being insolent."

You smiled with teasing and malice. The night was just beginning.

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