#asmo x reader
All I can think of for Asmo is going out to the spa and getting a massage and your back cracking
It felt good so you relaxed and drooped.
You didn't realize that everyone was freaking out until
"What was that?!" Asmo exclaims jolting up, tense and shocked
The masseuse was having a full on freakout crying that they didn't mean to do it
Confused, you just lay there trying to figure out what happened
Asmo notices that you haven't reacted and practically teleports over to you.
Hesitant to touch, his hands hover over the back of your head and your back. "(Y/n)..." He whispers, voice tight.
He screams when you lift yourself up and look at him.
He learned that day that it's normal for humans to crack
Forgives you quickly because it wasn't your fault
You two were in the library, studying for a quiz when you stretched and your back cracked.
He is absolutely blindsided by the sound that came from your back
Immediately up and making sure that you're okay.
He makes you get up and walk around to prove to him that you're not paralyzed.
Let's be honest, he probably read something about someone who broke their back and couldn't walk again.
He's a worrywart when it comes to you!
(turns out, I can't write Satan that well. Oope)
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Revoking Their Kisses and Cuddles Privileges
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acts like it isn’t a big deal and will get on with things like normal
but it actually is a big deal
in fact it’s the biggest deal he’s ever had to deal with
bc he never actually realised how much he relies on your hugs and kisses until you stop doing it
would probably go a week at most before he caves in bc how can you expect him to get through all that damn paperwork without you dropping in and giving him a smooch on the cheek
he’ll sit you down and talk through whatever he did to upset you, heck, maybe he’ll even apologise like man would get down on his knees just for you to touch him again
“YA CAN’T TAKE THEM AWAY! YOUR KISSES AREN’T A PRIVILEGE, THEY’RE A RIGHT!”
he’s not wrong
it is his legal right for you to give him kisses and cuddles whenever he demands and if you don’t agree then you’re the most evil person I’ve ever come across
baby would be so sulky, like he’d sit cross-legged on the bed with his back to you and his arms crossed. he wouldn’t cry, but he would brood so heavily that it becomes more of a punishment for you than for him
man has puppy eyes and he knows how to use them
he’d promise to never sell your things again or never spend all his grimm or whatever he did to upset you, he promises not to do it again and will nag you to the end of the devildom for you to forgive him
and he also makes you promise to never do that again bc that shit really hurts
immediately locks himself up in his room and will not answer for anyone even if you get the password right
“of course you wouldn’t want to kiss a yucky otaku like me...” he mumbles and walks away from you
and this was all probably bc he watched the next episode of a show you watch together without you
I don’t wanna say he manipulates you, but he makes you feel really bad even if it was meant as a light-hearted joke
so you gotta ambush him when he finally leaves his room for food lmao give him all the smooches he deserves and let him know ur sorry for playing around like that
he’ll also apologise too, just make sure you’re not late next time or he’ll watch it without you again
no. 2 at acting like it’s not a big deal
but with satan he just knows you’re gonna come around eventually
don’t get him wrong he seriously does miss all the body contact - specifically hand holding - but this man ain’t weak and will tell you that you need to get over it to convince you to touch him again
obviously if he seriously upset you he will try and talk it out, but if not he’ll go to the garden and look for some cats to snuggle with instead
and then the day comes when you find him in the library reading and you sit on his lap, cuddling him. he is surprised bc damn that was quicker than he thought, but he hugs you back and gives you all the kissies in the world
he will never EVER let go of you after this, don’t even try and deprive him again
pls this bby thinks you’re joking at first, or like this is a fun game you want to try so he’s down for it
but when he realises that you’re actually serious he is like “really? why tf would you be so mean to me?”
and he just... doesn’t care lmao. as if ur actually gonna get away with this haha stop it or you’ll give him wrinkles
he tries to be his cheery self until your done with your mood, but at night when he puts his arm around you in bed and you don’t snuggle into him... he will literally tear up
he doesn’t do it in a forceful way but he will still find ways to touch you throughout the day, like grabbing your hand when you’re not looking or running his fingers through your hair when you’re distracted and his heart melts at the moments when you don’t even realise so you can’t scold him
when you finally give him attention again he will be so happy, will literally squeeze you so hard you cant breathe
first of all how dare you
secondly, it really must have been some mad shit for you to actually say no to him - like he ate your pudding or smth
we know how bad he gets when someone eats his food but none of that compares to you taking hugs and kisses away from him for doing the exact same thing
it’s just so cruel but at the same time he will just let you get on with it, of course he misses being all touchy with you but he loves and respects you so if you don’t wanna touch him that’s fine he says with a sad face
would definitely make it up to you tho - like he buys you any food you want, plans a fun date with you, helps you clean and rearrange your room whatever it is he is down
he doesn’t even realise that he’s being extra sweet to get those brownie points but hey at least his touch deprivation doesn’t last for more than a few hours
the last one who will act like it’s no biggie
y’all never acknowledge the softie that he really is but I do and I’m telling you he will cry in secret when you don’t cuddle him
it’s truly devastating - his entire day is ruined because you didn’t give him his morning kiss and so he is noticeably more cranky during the day
whether he apologises to get his privileges back or not depends - like if he understands he did wrong then he will muster the courage to apologise with a weak smile while grabbing your pinky and carrying his cow cushion in his arm, ready to just collapse and snuggle with you as soon as you forgive him
but if it was over something minor or petty then hell no there is no way he will apologise bc he knows you will come crawling back at some point. he’ll just sulk alone quietly until then
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Solomon: I saw a really cute girl outside today.
Asmo: That’s not possible, Mc was with me the whole day.
Solomon: Mc is not the only cute girl around.
Asmo: Sounds fake but okay.
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mc’s departure | obey me
summary: how the brothers would react to MC returning to the human world after a year in the devildom
contains: fluff , angst , ?!!!!&;@;&:idk
he’s the one to see you off, reminding you of the many things he had taught you so that you’d never forget.
his pride is much too large to admit that he will miss you to death and that he loves you dearly.
after you’re gone, he’s gone for hours at a time, holed up in his room with as much as work as he can take on.
he overworks himself with the intention of getting rid of the heavy emotion on his heart.
everything reminds you of him, even the paper clip on his desk that you had once found under his bed.
he gets easily irritable, feeling rather empty now that you’ve gone and left him alone in this now quiet house.
barely leaves his room, only works.
never cries but gets quite emotional when he finds a belonging you left behind.
he cried every single night up until your departure but never showed you that side of him once
after you left, he cried non-stop, not caring if he looked like a cry baby in front of his brother’s who watched him with pitiful eyes.
once his eyes dried up, he soon never returned home as he partied all day and night.
he forced himself to attend parties after parties in order to forget about you.
it never works because everything reminds him of you.
sometimes he sits in his car and just stares into space, wondering what you’re doing now that you’re back on earth.
literally cannot stand the mention of you or your name or he may break down.
pretends to be okay but can’t go a day without getting upset about your absence.
money soon becomes pointless when he realizes no amount of cash will bring you back to the house of lamentation.
curled up in his bath tub and cried himself to sleep.
stopped leaving his room in general, continuously playing games all day and night.
couldn’t look at his ruri-chan figures because they somehow reminded him of you and how much you used to admire them with him.
every inch of his room has your touch on it and it makes his heart ache painfully.
struggles to attend online school but manages to make it through the day by zoning out in class.
claims he doesn’t care about a normie like you but genuinely misses you
sends you messages, forgetting you can no longer contact him without your D.D.D
writes about how much he misses you on his blog fully aware you’ll never see it.
reading. that’s all he does.
he hides in his room and reads every single book he has stacked up along his room, even rereading them if he finished everything.
uses books to get his mind off of you—or more so the lack of you.
will sometimes get excited about a stray cat he sees but stops himself when he realizes he can’t tell you because you aren’t here.
gets angry. a lot.
the smallest things set him off and he can longer feign a smile when he hears your name or anything related to you.
he misses you so much that he wants to tear out his hair and rip apart all these book page by page.
his room is in shambles and he can’t seem to think straight anymore.
loses his interest in everything.
forgets his skin care routine and lets himself go without caring about it.
forces himself to go to parties and tries to sleep with someone to feel better but when it fails, he stops sleeping around in general.
like mammon, he doesn’t come home often to avoid seeing the house he had lived in with you happily.
cannot forget about you no matter what he does, and that frustrates him the most.
wishes he had done something to stop you or at least slept beside you one last time.
neglects himself for a while.
poor bby isn’t hungry for once.
can’t seem to eat now that you’re not sitting beside him, giggling about something he had said.
spends a lot of his time doing weight training and exercising to get his mind off of you.
misses all the meals you used to make on the nights you were in charge of cooking.
sometimes forgets you’re not around whenever he’s about to go downstairs to eat dinner.
clings to belphie in hopes to fill the gap in his heart.
accidentally broke down your room door in an angry fit when your absence finally set in.
either he sleeps even more or somehow gets less sleep.
no matter what, he feels sluggish and blank.
locks himself in the attic, almost as if he was never released in the first place.
even though he hated humans, your absence affected him the most after he had grown to love you as a human.
nearly went demon mode on diavolo when he found out that you were being sent back to the human world.
partially wishes he never met you but cherishes his memories with you too much to ever wish for that wholeheartedly.
sleeps in your bed often to hold onto your lingering scent that was fading quickly.
complains to beel that you were nothing but a stupid human who turns their backs on demons like them, but he never means anything he says.
“Why is it so quiet in here?” Diavolo asks as he opens the front door of the House of Lamentation with Barbatos at his side. The man’s golden eyes scanned the entry hall, noticing how it was so eerily dark and quiet that it almost felt like something out of a horror movie. It felt like no one had lived here in over two thousand years. “Hello?”
Upon receiving message from Diavolo, everyone had exited their rooms for the first time in a while, looking like they were dragged through the mud. The state they were in made Diavolo jump with surprise, shocked to find that even Lucifer looked like he was ill. “What happened to you guys?!”
“What is it that you need, Lord Diavolo?” Lucifer asked as he ran a hand through his hair to compose himself a bit in front of the red haired man. “If is nothing important, may I kindly ask you to leave and return another time?”
Diavolo sighed, shaking his head lightly as he crossed his arms over his chest. “I don’t know what’s up with you guys, but I brought everyone’s favorite person along with me so sing your praises now!”
Mammon huffed, “If ya’ talking about that butler of yours, ain’t nobody care right now! We got bigger things to worry about!”
Barbatos simply smiled, taking no offense to the sly insult thrown his way.
Diavolo cocked a brow in confusion. “What? Of course not! It’s-“
The person stepped out from behind Diavolo, catching the attention of every single male in the room. The seven brother’s choked, staring at the one person they had longed for these past few days.
“[y/n]!” They shouted in unison, practically flying down the stairs to get to you. Mammon was the first to reach you, wrapping his arms around your entire body as he tackled you to the floor. The other brother’s climbed on top of you two, hugging you so tightly that you feared this would be where you’d die. “You’re back!”
Diavolo chuckled boisterously. “This is amusing! You lot are acting like you didn’t know they’d return today!” His laugh came to an abrupt stop when he saw the flat expressions coming from each and every brother. “Oh- Did I not inform you?”
“Obviously you didn’t.” Belphegor scoffed with a roll of the eyes, burying his face in the crook of your neck to inhale your scent. “[y/n]...”
“Ya can’t ever leave again! I’ll seriously get angry at ya if this happens again! Ya either go to the human world with me or ya don’t go at all!” Mammon snapped, cupping your cheeks while getting dangerously close to your face to yell at you.
“I’ll severely punish you if you ever leave this manor without giving me a heads up as to where you’re off to. You’re not just an exchange student anymore. You’re special.” Lucifer explained, a panicked glint in his tired eyes as he reached out to pat your head gently with his gloved hand.
Satan sighed, pressing his forehead against your back. “If you leave again, I don’t know if I’ll be able to control my emotions, so don’t leave.”
The avatar of lust whined loudly, “my beautiful self can’t handle a life without you! Don’t ever go anywhere without me again!” He clutched onto her waist tightly.
“Don’t... Don’t go anywhere.” Leviathan said with a sad frown on his lips as he held your hand, bringing it up to rest against his cheek. “It’s so empty without you.”
“Let’s eat dinner together, [y/n].” Beel suggested, his voice full of emotions as he drooled at the thought of dinner with you.
A million emotions ran through your veins as you sat there, basking in the warmth of their touch. It was overwhelming to receive so much love all at once but it was amazing.
A smile slowly crept onto your lips as you leaned into their touch, enjoying the way they clung to you as if you’d disappear any moment now. “I missed you guys, too.”
“What a lovely reunion!” Diavolo exclaimed happily, snapping a view blurry photos on his D.D.D to send to the group chat later.
After the heartfelt moment, they quickly disappeared upstairs to fix up their appearance before rushing downstairs to the kitchen where you stood. They clung to you like bugs to a light, hounding you about your sudden departure, only to find out that you had gone up there with Diavolo and Barbatos to help the man experience human world activities he had never gotten to try before. Diavolo was sure he had told them that but seeing as they were genuinely distressed, he assumed the message never reached.
Even though they were beyond pissed with Diavolo and his carelessness, they were just glad you were back. Them being here with you really was their idea of a perfect life.
a/n: UH YEA K GOODNIGHT
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“I Got All A’s! Can I Have Some Dick?” (Bros + Undateables)
Just something stupid and funny I thought about. You had a very tough semester in the Devildom and you got good grades! You want to celebrate and go to your favorite demon to ask for a special reward.
Obvious NSFW warning. No minors allowed!
No Luke. Luke is baby.
I have a personal headcanon that Simeon likes to be totally cozy when he writes. We’re talking big fluffy sweaters or a blanket cozy. I like to think he wears glasses when he writes, too.
He’s part of a special committee who’s notified about your grades/progress so he actually knows before you do
Proud boyfriend is proud
Purrs when he opens up the wax-pressed envelope and reviews your marks
Secretly plans a cute, fancy dinner date at Ristorante Six
Is thinking of being suave and breaking the news to you when you bounce into his study (he may or may not have poured a couple of glasses of your favorite age-appropriate beverage)
He’s got something witty prepped and is ready to toast you and maybe steal a few kisses but you come out of left field like a bullet with a simple “I got all A’s! Can I have some dick?”
Lucifer.exe is broken
That’s what you want as a reward? No dinner, no date?
Literally doesn’t know what to say for a few seconds. Totally freezes. Starts to stutter.
His brain kicks back in when you start playing with the folds of his collar and petting his chest and staring at him with those wanting eyes
Sets his glass down, fixes the cuff of his gloves, and hoists you up to plant you on the nearest surface. “I will make it worth every point, and you will say all the letters.” he purrs.
He’s just happy he passed.
Mammon actually does pretty well, he’s just a very...chaotically successful type. A lot of last minute turn-ins and such. Not top marks, but no dunce either.
Now that the semester’s over he’s checking his schedule to see when the next shoot is or if he has time to squeeze in a party. Maybe a trip somewhere. Something fun!
He’s feeling lucky! Lucky enough to win some money and make Goldie happy!
If he’s going anywhere, he needs a good luck charm though! He goes to hunt you down and his stomach just warms because you’re smiling and clearly in a good mood
It makes him purr in that cute, curious little way. Basically using the demon’s language to ask you why you’re in such a good mood (but you don’t know that. It’s basically a cute chirp).
You both shout your good news at the same time.
His invite to go tear it up was a bit long so it takes a minute for his brain to process what you said. You want...his dick?
Boy wants to blush SO BAD. HE’S SO RED!
Well now his thing seems stupid, doesn’t it? He wants to do your thing! Your thing sounds GREAT!
“OF COURSE you want to be with the GREAT Mammon!” he’s got his hands on his hips and his chest is puffed out big in that happy, silly way he has about him.
No, really, you do your thing. It’s a great thing.
It’s a good way to unwind from exams, right? He likes it!
If Levi didn’t get good grades, Lucifer would kill him.
Probably force him to go to school physically ALL THE TIME!
HIS SUBSCRIPTIONS WOULD BE AT RISK,OKAY?
He’s a solid B student (at least). No desire to be all A’s. Too much time away from other passions.
Because he’s well-behaved and leas likely to get on Lucifer’s nerves, he gets a little bit of bonus money for good grades.
Levi’s neck-deep in his charts and comparisons and muttering to himself about where to invest that money when you pop into his room
“I got all A’s! Can I have some dick?!”
You get The Noise
How indecent! How naughty of you to ask! But yes, yes you can. Absolutely. 100%!
He’s really shy about it because it’s sudden and you asked him instead of him having a cool moment or anything, but it ends up being a giggle-filled romp that ends with a cuddle in his bathtub bed and you wrapped up in his tail
He totally suggests a round two with a sexy VR game or just making bets with ‘winner take all’
He’s a grade juggernaut with lots of self-discipline so Satan expects to get out what he gets in
The type to be smug because he knows he did well. He owes it to himself and he’s glad.
Likes to treat himself to an outing, be it a simple walk or a visit to a cafe or even a new book
Satan’s 100% ready to settle down with some books by the fireplace. At the end of the semester he typically makes a one or two-portion charcuterie board and picks at it while he reads
Thumb keeping his place, Satan’s in the middle of stacking a fancy little cracker with meat and cheese when you let yourself in
His eyes flick to you and he smiles, eating his little cracker
You pick at his tray with him (he’ll let you, of course). “I got all A’s! Can I have some dick?”
Chokes on cracker. It’s not a good time
Almost drowns himself/further chokes trying to wash it down with drink
Can’t help but laugh at your...bold request
When he sees he’s kind of sputtered all over himself, he slips out of his clothes and makes a few witty jokes as your ‘naked butler’
Naked butler happily provides his services
Later he makes you picked crushed cracker off the floor with him
The second Asmo knew he passed everything (like he always does. Just because he’s pretty doesn’t mean he’s stupid!), he booked himself a full day pampering experience
His inner circle of beauty specialist know his routine so they save his spots for him
Asmo sweet-talked them into including his favorite human and he’s DYING to tell you and DYING to make his brothers jealous
You skip into his room, so bright and lovely, and hold his hands in the cute excited way he likes. Makes his heart skip a beat every time like it’s young love.
“I got all A’s! Can I have some dick?”
Doesn’t expect it and has probably never been asked ‘Can I have some dick?’ in the thousands of years he’s been alive
Boy gives an airy laugh because he’s surprised and flattered. Of COURSE you want him (because who wouldn’t?) but he always gets a bit shy when it’s YOU asking
“Sounds amazing,” he’s already peppering you with kisses, “and I’m happy to provide but can we do it after our special spa day?”
You guys have a sweet, lazy round the day of the booking to ‘loosen up’ and ‘fully appreciate the services’ and he DEFINITELY worships you when all is said and done because ‘the epitome of beauty deserve the epitome of devotion’
Boy works hard and celebrates even harder. Usually with food
Because he’s always hungry and looking forward to eating, Beel likes to do his work ahead of time. The sooner he does it, the more time he has to eat!
He has to keep up good grades to stay on the sports teams, anyways
Solid B student, sometimes A’s. C’s and below aren’t a thing. He refuses.
Because he is also best boy and generally acts as Lucifer’s pseudo-enforcer, he also gets some bonus money.
The coach of his local sports team also pitches in because Beel is best boy and a TANK. He could literally carry the whole team
Beel’s all set to hit the town with his food money when find him and wrap your arms around him
He’s all excited and ready to tell you about the food money when you make his face catch fire. “I got all A’s! Can I have some dick?”
Brain also stops. BEEL IS SO EMBARRASSED!
You’d rather have him than food? That’s pretty impressive! He’s honored!
But...what if you could have both? He’s totally down for both!
You celebrate your success by staying in (bed) and spoiling yourselves with food in-between rounds
Belphie is a ‘C’s get degrees’ kind of guy but C’s are his minimum. Tries for B’s and usually gets mid-to-low B’s.
With exams over he’s 100% down to sleep the day away and there’s NO REASON for ANYONE TO BUG HIM ABOUT IT!
Totally prepared to live in his finest pyjamas until school starts again. Might even treat himself to a new pillow or blanket!
If he hadn’t learned your scent by now, you wouldn’t have a face when you breach his blanket cocoon
Belphie just snorts and smiles at your little face and messy hair (the blankets give it static and mess it up)
You kiss his nose and wait to make sure he’s really awake before sharing the good news. “I got all A’s! Can I have some dick?”
Laughs himself to the point of almost choking on one of his blankets
Throws himself out of the cocoon to breathe and wipe his tears away
But yes, yes you can. After he calms down, he pulls you onto his lap to straddle him.
It’s fun and lazy but a genuine celebration of the end of the semester
He’s the other part of the committee that saw your grades, so he knows
It’s a bit off his plate so he won’t have as many duties to attend to
Diavolo wasn’t sure when you’d come over, but Barbatos assured him you’d be over that day. He did his best to speed through his meetings and arrange his schedule to have a rest period
He asked Barbatos to prepare a small, modest lunch of finger foods and some complimentary tea
You may have thought Diavolo was making himself a plate when you walked in, but it was actually a plate for you
The prince of the Devildom almost dropped that plate when you said, “I got all A’s! Can I have some dick?”
Prince of Hell is super blushy and flustered and awkward and almost knocks his teacup off the table. Is suddenly scrambling to make sure he doesn’t know anything else off the table
Tries to compose himself but can’t help the boyish smile and laugh that escapes him
You’re just such a lovely, fascinating person! He’s so happy to have you. His life seems eternal but you make it so fresh and new! His heart just bursts with love and delight.
Is no longer worried about the food or pushing in your chair for you. Offers his lap instead. “I have an opening for that,” he assures, pulling you onto his lap.
Diavolo likes to think he’s thoughtful about taking you on the floor because Barbatos doesn’t have much to clean up.
If your stomach grumbles after you’re settled and sleepy, he pulls himself off your body long enough to grab a plate from the table and put it beside your head.
Demons have more stamina and it would be un-princely of him not to spoil you, so he feeds you until you’re too sleepy to eat.
It’s exhausting to be able to see multiple timelines and see into the future.
He never knows how far into the future he’s seeing, or if it’s in the timeline he’s currently in
All he knows is he heard you ask him for dick and almost dumped the wrong thing in the soup, okay?
Had to excuse himself and ask someone on the cooking team to take over for him while he “dealt with another matter” (laughed it out where no one could hear him)
I’m not sure if Barbatos is considered a student at RAD, but Diavolo must be too. We’ll say he is. Boy is a master of self-discipline and scheduling so he’s fine. Flawless, as a butler should be. It carries over into all things.
It’s a delicate balance sometimes, but he’s type A and used to being busy so it works itself out. He does well.
Barbatos simply looks forward to having less to do. Focusing on Diavolo can be a job all its own.
He was planning on making a few sweets for Luke and the others. Diavolo suggested a “pot luck” to celebrate. It’s something the humans came up with and he seems to like it. It turns into sweets for the pot luck
Probably makes you a special mini-dessert or a special portion of the dessert
If he’s in control of plate presentation, you might get a special sauce heart of chocolate heart
When Diavolo is generous enough to include him in the celebration (because he deserves it and you’re there, so it’d be cruel not to), Barbatos makes small talk and woos you subtly
You ask him to “show you where to take the dishes” to get him alone. He can feel it in his little demon bones. You’re about to do it.
You do it.
You’re basically vibrating with excitement because you probably planned this and think you’re very clever. Human enthusiasm is so darling and it makes his heart pitter-patter to think you were simply bursting to ask HIM this.
“But of course,” he helps you stack the plates and guides your hand to the silverware sorter because you’re looking at him instead of what you’re doing. You almost put a fork in the spoon section. “Covered in chocolate? Plain?”
He’s trying to one-up you. He loves seeing his human change colors and not know what to do.
You whisper “I prefer wet,” back in his ear and Barbatos wonders how he didn’t see THAT in any of his visions
You: 1, Barbatos: 0. Helpless. Defenseless. Horny.
“That will be ready shortly,” he’s already pulling you away, down the hall, to meet your request.
It wouldn’t serve him to do poorly in the Devildom. Basically wasted opportunity
He’s not a straight A student but he does well. Really pulls out the stops on major projects and things that are worth more points than others
Isn’t perfect at everything but makes up for it. Solid B’s, always really close to A’s. At least a couple low A’s.
Solomon doesn’t quite know how he wants to celebrate. He knows Asmo’s already pestering him to go shopping or clubbing
He’s considering it. He’d like to drink, honestly
You show up, light of his life, his favorite person, and he feels himself warm with joy
He revels in being the only other human in the Devildom. It makes your relationship that much more special, he thinks. It’s kind of stupid, but it’s something to coyly hold over the others whenever he sees fit. All in play, of course (not).
“I got all A’s! Can I have some dick?”
Pretends to think and looks anywhere but your face. If he looks at your face he’ll blush himself stupid and won’t be able to say anything smart.
He can’t lie. He’s already hard. He appreciates humor and wit and you’re all of it.
Very bold of you to come onto him like that, and he’s 100% for it.
“Can you take it?” Solomon wishes he said something smoother, that he wasn’t already slipping between your legs and grinding against you like the weak man he was. He doesn’t regret it though because the friction is good. Something you both need.
He whispers against your skin and gives you light, sloppy kisses with a hint of teeth.
He gives, and he’s generous. He wants to reward your efforts.
Simeon makes it a point of personal pride to do well in the Devildom
That’s the utmost symbol of peace and understanding, isn’t it? To embrace their culture and livelihood and do well? To do well means he’s understanding them and walking in their shoes. It’s only right
He works hard and does well. Doesn’t stress himself out with A’s since he’s keeping up his grades because it’s required. He’d rather reconnect with the brothers and try to help Luke enjoy the Devildom.
He’s happy to spend his free time taking Luke to places in the Devildom, trying to visit the House of Lamentation, and maybe working on some things for TSL since editors are clamoring for more
You stop by because he’s been fairly quiet, wrapped up in his favorite writing sweater with his little editing glasses on
Simeon smiles and greets you with his little ‘Hi, angel’ as he kisses your hand.
Boy almost breaks his favorite pen when you ask him for...for dick?
He’s not absolutely clueless but this boy has been in ‘holy angel’ mode for centuries. He struggles with texting and stickers and you expect him to know slang?!
So confused he takes his glasses off. Boy can’t comprehend
“You’re asking me to procure one? Like...the ones humans use from those stores? You want mine? Well, I certainly hope so because we’re--oh...”
He could write books of poetry about you, and though he doesn’t like to admit it, he’s had those thoughts
“Well,” he’s standing up from his chair and guides you so gently to his bed it’s like you’re floating on a cloud. He lays you down just as gently, fabrics whispering as he slips out of his sweater and it pools at his feet. “I wouldn’t be a very good angel if I ignored the wishes of my dear human, would I?”
Doesn’t really see the point of sex as a reward, but will never turn down a moment to show how cherished you are.
Hope you liked it :)
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Hello 👹 may I request how the demon brothers would prefer to kiss their s/o and where? Ty ily
where and how they kiss their s/o
warnings: maybe a little suggestive? nothing major just making out/kissing a lot
a/n: ty for requesting !! this was so fun to write and i was extremely self indulgent i am sorry
one trillion percent treats you like royalty, he is always kissing the tops of your hands
he isnt into pda much but will kiss your hands anywhere no matter what
i feel like he also enjoys forehead kisses but only in private
if we talking about kisses kisses, he's a very passionate guy so,,, very passionate kisses when you're alone,, grabs the back of your head and pulls you in
will leave a trail of kisses from your neck to your lips
this is my simp talking but he loves to kiss your cheeks if he's feeling brave in public
an avid nose kisser/booper no i do not take criticism (obv in private, he would die before he booped your nose in front of anyone else)
once again, not much into pda but only bc he's a huge tsundere, in reality he wants to kiss you all the time no matter where y'all are but he gotta hold back <\3
how does he kiss? i'm not even gonna lie he's a very messy kisser and had no idea what he was doing at first but now he's 100% got the hang of it
before he got better he used to bash teeth w you a lot LMAO
overall very soft lips 10/10
okay so he doesn't kiss you much because it's embarrassing, however on the rare occasions that he does, he always goes for the temple
definitely loosens up over the years but at first he refused to kiss you in public bc he was nervous 😭
during your alone time, just at the right moment, he kisses the top of your head if you're gaming together
surprisingly, he kisses way better than mammon 💀
it's the plethora of romance anime he's watched ngl
definitely not GOOD but not too bad either, you have to tell him to slow down because he has no sense of pace
lord have m
is not afraid to kiss you anywhere and everywhere at all times
i feel like no matter what, he doesn't have a specific place he likes kissing you in public, he always goes for the lips
whether it's a peck or not
not so much a rough kisser as he is a romantic one, he's not as rough/passionate as luci
he's a slow kisser and definitely holds your face in his hands while you kiss
same as satan but more obnoxious about it
will cry if you don't want to kiss him in public 💀💀
anyways he's always wanting to kiss you everywhere and anywhere
will full on make out w you in the middle of the street
his kisses are very passionate and have lots of unfortunate tongue 🙁
this is not asmo slander i love him <3
he is so tall idc how tall you are, he's taller than you end of story
doesn't care about pda in public but also doesn't initiate it
if you need a kiss he will give you a kiss no problem
he's a very proper kisser, idk how else to describe his kisses other than neat
like he isn't sloppy or too rough it's just perfect ilysm<\3
holds your waist when he kisses you and you try to put your arms around his shoulders but you can barely reach
likes to kiss you on the cheek when he's half awake and you're standing next to eachother
if he's feeling really good when he wakes up he'll lightly kiss both of your eyelids to wake you up
possessive so he will kiss you in front of anyone
extremely sloppy literally does not care bc it's just a kiss and he wants to go back to sleep
if he just really wants kisses he will grab your face (like satans pic) and kiss you a bunch
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Can i request brothers reaction to Shy mc makeing a ton of excuses to hold their hand.
holding the brothers' hands
includes: the brothers x/& gn!reader (no pronouns mentioned)
wc: .8k | rated g | m.list
a/n: what a cute prompt! mc def makes the most excuses in belphie's and it's all very tropey hehe. thanks for requesting and i hope you like it! my inbox is open to chat, leave feedback, or request, so stop by <33
reblogs are greatly appreciated!!
➳ lucifer looks down when you wrap your fingers around his sleeve, clenching the fabric between your fingers. he supposes the situation could be intimidating- having to stand in front of the whole devildom, displayed for all to see, so he decides he doesn’t mind, especially since there’s a desk covering your hands from view. you’re still nervous, as shown by your shifting stance, and the way your other hand is clenching and unclenching. gently removing your hand from his sleeve, lucifer slips his gloved hand into yours squeezing it gently. almost instantly your posture loosens, your face relaxing the slightest bit.
➳ mammon feels your hand brush his for the fourth time in as many minutes and looks over, concerned. you’re dedicatedly not looking at him, but you’re slightly drawn in on yourself. mammon remembers you offhandedly mentioning you’re not a huge fan of crowds and scolds himself. you’re in the middle of a crowd and obviously uncomfortable yet he didn’t see it! taking initiative, mammon wraps his hand around yours, pulling you through the throngs of people. he ignores your little ‘eep’ of surprise, merely smiling back at you as he continues his goal of getting you out of the crowd.
➳ levi catches you eyeing his hands, something that had been happening all day. he doesn’t know if he should say something. what if he’s imagining it? when your eyes flick down to his fingers once more, he feels like he has to ask. “why, um, do you keep looking at my hands?” he manages to ask, and you jolt, the shock from being caught making you embarrassed. “i, uh, you have nice hands?” after a moment of silence, you sigh. “you can say no, i’d totally get it, but… i’d like to hold your hands.” now levi’s the one embarrassed, and he resists the urge to hide his face in his hands. “o-oh. i mean, i wouldn’t be opposed.” holding his hand out, he squeaks when you take it, a small smile overtaking both of your faces.
➳ satan purses his lips, watching you nervously shift from side to side, playing with your hands. you keep looking at his, then reaching it, before aborting your mission. it doesn’t take a genius to figure out you want to hold hands. he doesn’t want to just take your hand - that’s brash - so he scours his mind for anything he can say. one thing pops up, but how could he say that? it’s something asmo would pull, but not him. but as you continue to fidget and no new solutions appear in his mind, satan resigns himself to his fate. “hey,” satan says, catching your attention. “can you hold this?” without preamble, he drops his hand into yours, waiting as you instinctively hold on. when you realize you're holding his hand, your eyes go wide, and satan has to turn to hide the smile that curls around the edge of his lips.
➳ asmo takes your hand all of the time, so you never really need to ask. he likes casual hand-holding, and you do too, so it’s not an odd occurrence for the two of you to be walking and talking, your hands swinging between the two of you. you rarely initiate it, something asmo notices, but he’s quick to offer his hand up any time he thinks you could possibly deign to want it. sometimes he wonders if he‘s pushing the hand-holding too far, but you seem to genuinely enjoy holding his hand and take comfort in it, so asmo doesn't worry too much. when you do ask, or grab his hand first, asmo always accepts, grinning widely as he does so.
➳ beel is neutral on hand-holding, doesn't not like it, doesn't love it, but if it makes you feel better he’ll gladly hold your hand. you’re out walking, and it’s later than either of you intended. the darkness is unsettling you, he can tell, but he doesn’t know how to make it feel better. your hand is wrapped around his arm and he notices how it keeps sliding down, down, down towards his hand, inching slowly. guessing you want to hold hands he moves out of your grip, only to readjust it, his large hand engulfing yours. you smile up at him, snuggling further into his side, and beel puts both of your hands in his jacket pocket, thumb smoothing over the back of your thumb.
➳ belphie notices the number of times you’ve touched his hands in the last few days was increasing steadily. you’ve compared hand sizes, examined his painted nails, and pretended to give him a palm reading. it’s odd. eventually, when you’re just tracing doodles on the back of his hand, he has to ask. “why do you keep touching my hand?” he asks, point-blank, confused when you suddenly refuse to make eye contact with him. “well,” you say after a moment. “i just wanted to hold your hand.” belphie raises a brow, catching your hand in his. “then why didn't you just ask?” shrugging, you look away, and belphie decides to put the matter to rest, letting our joined hands rest between the two of you.
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I’d like to request a body switching scenario with [Satan, Asmo, Beelz, Solomon, Simeon] and an Gender Neutral MC with undisclosed chronic health issues. Like brittle bones that break if you step a little goofy, stress ulcers, sensitivity to light, joint pain, poor stamina, etc. I just want to see the boys go “You live like this?!”
Satan has a habit of collecting rare magical objects. Somehow quite a few of these cause body-switching incidents.
The cursed object causes the two of you to lose consciousness for a few minutes. When he wakes up he is in immediate pain.
His first thought is that the spell must have caused this and you must be in pain too! If he, a demon, is in this much pain it must be excruciating for a human.
He rushes to you or tries to. But falls to his knees in shock as a shooting pain runs through him.
He blinks watering eyes and sees his body stirring on the floor and realizes you’ve switched bodies.
You sit up feeling better than you’ve felt in years. Wondering if this is ‘normal’ or if that cursed object gave you super healing.
It’s only when you hear your own voice calling your name that you realize you and Satan have switched bodies.
You can see the tears in his(your body's) eyes and know exactly what's happening. You’ve had chronic pain for years. And Satan is sitting in just the right way to send shooting pain up your spine.
“Lay down on your back,” you order him. He has just enough control to follow your order and lower your body down slowly.
You can see Satan’s relief on your face as the pain eases slightly. It takes a moment for the worst of the pain to subside and his breath to even out.
He’s staring at the ceiling when he speaks, voice still a little shaky, “You live like this?”
You hum out a yes.
“All- all the time?” he asks, horrified.
“Sometimes it's worse than others. If I move or sit in certain ways it gets real bad. But if I avoid those movements it’s bearable.”
Satan turns to you “This is what you call bearable?!”
You shrug, “That position is usually pretty safe. So yeah probably.”
He is careful to move your body a little as possible as he shifts to point at a spellbook. “That book-”
“Are you going to change us back?” you ask.
“I-” he hesitates. Clearly not wanting you to be in pain again.
“Look, Satan it’s not that I don’t enjoy being pain-free. But I’ve dealt with it for years now. I’ve learned how to function around it. I had to. You on the other hand are going to be laying on the floor for most of the day if you stay in my body.”
“I’m going to find a way to fix you.” He says firmly as you place the book in his hands.
“Promises, promise,” you sing, preparing yourself to experience the pain in your body again.
“I mean it. As soon as I can move again I am going to find a way to help you. Devildom magic has to be better than human medicine.”
Asmo bought you matching bracelets. “Look Mc, I bought us these bracelets! They are supposed to bring us closer together!”
Well, they did bring you closer together. Just not in the way Asmo intended.
When he clasped the bracelets on, you felt a shiver go down your spine and when you opened your eyes you felt...different. Better. There was no aching pain. For once the dazzling lights of Asmo’s room didn’t cause you to wince. That's when you realize you’ve switched bodies.
Asmo on the other hand immediately cringed and squeezed his eyes closed, clutching his(your) head.
Asmo groaned pitifully, teary eyes squinting at you “Mc, how do you do anything like this??”
He curls up beneath his covers, and you make your way around his room turning off all the lights and closing his curtains. Once the light is gone, Asmo peers out from beneath the covers, “Do you live like this all the time?”
“No wonder your room is so dark. I thought you were just being dramatic.”
You shrug at him, “The Devildom is better than the human realm. There’s no bright sunlight here.”
Once the spell wears off, Asmo keeps the bracelet on both as a reminder of how you live with this chronic illness and as the intended purpose of showing how close the two of you are.
He buys you super dark glasses to try and filter out some of the bright light that bothers you.
and asks Solomon to help him find any magical treatments that might help you.
Beel and you switch bodies after eating some of Solomon’s cooking.
Neither of you wants to eat Solomon’s cooking, but you had the misfortune to be the only two people who couldn’t find an excuse to get out of it.
Beel doesn’t know how it happened, Solomon doesn’t know how it happened, you sure as hell don’t know how this happened. But here you are with a strange magic ‘cake’ in hand, looking at your body from Beel’s eyes.
Your first thought is how strong you feel in Beel’s body. Like you could do anything. The exhaustion and joint pain you normally deal with is gone.
Is this how normal people live? Although you suppose a demon doesn’t count as a normal human, so it’s not such a good comparison.
You watch as Beel catches himself on the counter as he adjusts to the symptoms of your illness.
He lowers your body to the ground. Sitting gingerly as the movement causes the joint pain to flare.
“Mc, is this how you feel every day?” He is so so concerned about you! How do you function if you feel like this all the time? “Why haven’t you told anyone about this?”
“It’s ok, Beel. I’ve figured out how to deal with it.”
“It is not ok. Mc, we could have helped you!”
It’s strange to be lectured by your own voice and body. But Beel does a good job of it. He insists that you have to tell him when your symptoms act up and convinces you to let him speak with Lucifer about trying some magical treatments.
The potion doesn’t wear off for several hours. You feel a tad bit guilty about enjoying this when Beel is so obviously suffering, but you can’t remember the last time you felt so good. So capable.
Once the spell wears off Beel insists on carrying you around so you aren't as fatigued and to avoid aggravating your joint pain.
Be prepared for trying a string of different potions and spells to treat your illness, under the watchful eyes of Beel and Lucifer.
After hearing about Lucifer and Satan’s body-switching incident Solomon went looking for another cursed book.
He’d heard some rumor about Satan’s book having a twin and was determined to find it.
And find it he did.
You accidentally touched the book at the same time as him and switched bodies.
Solomon is more intrigued than anything else. “Do you live like this all the time? If so, you do a remarkable job of hiding it.”
He is going to test the limits of your body’s capabilities. He wants to know what situations cause pain or discomfort so that you can’t pretend to be ok when you aren’t.
You’ll have to warn him if he is doing anything that might permanently harm your body.
Unlike some of the others, Solomon doesn’t immediately look for a way to switch back.
When the spell wears off Solomon has a near-complete understanding of your condition. He knows what causes pain, what doesn’t, and what situations you should absolutely avoid.
“Mc, you need to stop pretending you are ok when you’re not. I’ll be here to help you when you need it. And if that help happens to be stopping you from doing foolish things to save face then so be it.”
Solomon keeps a close eye on you from now on. He respects you enough to not tell anyone about your condition if you don’t want him to, but he will also come up with the strangest excuses to remove you from activities he knows will aggravate your condition.
If there is magic that can be used to help you Solomon will find it. Just be prepared to feel a little bit like a lab rat while he figures out the perfect spell or potion to help you.
Simeon wants to know what it feels like to be human. He thinks it would give him a greater understanding of humanity.
He mentions this to Solomon, who being the chaos loving wizard he is, makes a potion to allow Simeon to switch bodies with you.
The problem occurs when Solomon 'forgets’ to tell you both that he’s already put the potion in your tea.
Simeon is shocked. He finds himself in your body. Looking at himself through your eyes. And by god does your body hurt!
“Mc, I’m dreadfully sorry, but I think Solomon’s little joke may have gone wrong. I-everything hurts.”
You blink at Simeon...er Simeon in your body. Mind taking a moment to catch up with the sudden body switch. You feel great. Part of that might be due to being in an angel's body, but mostly it's due to the lack of pain.
“Oh, everything's fine on my end. So it must be my chronic pain. It’s worse today than others.”
“Wh-what do you do when it’s bad?”
“Usually I try to distract myself. Or try to take a nap and hope I wake up feeling better. But we’d made plans and I didn’t want to cancel so…”
“So you decided to deal with extra pain for my sake? Oh, Mc. You should have told me you live like this. I can help”
“There’s no point, Simeon. Not a single doctor I’ve been to has found anything wrong with me. I didn’t want anyone here to pity me.”
“I am an angel, Mc. I’m quite sure I can do a bit more than your human doctors.”
You help Simeon to his room where you spend the afternoon watching human world movies to help distract him.
Simeon sleeps fitfully next to you and as you drift off you wonder if that is how you always look when you let your guard down enough to show your pain.
When the potion wears off you are both asleep, curled up next to each other.
When you wake up you are back in your own body. Simeon is sitting next to you slipping a charmed bracelet onto your wrist. “This is from the Celestial realm. It should help keep your pain at a more manageable level until I can find a more permanent solution.”
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Asmo: *dramatically watches the rain fall through the window*
Asmo: We are born alone and going to die alone!
Solomon: Mc left like three minutes ago
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The Demon Brothers respond to you prank texting them - "I'm breaking up with you"
Ahhh! The official anime for Obey Me releases soon and I CANNOT wait!!!
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Title: Closed Casket.
Commissioned by the very lovely @99shadowcat99.
Pairing: Yandere!Demon Brothers/Reader (Obey Me).
Word Count: 2.4k.
TW: Toxic Relationships, Dehumanization, Codependence, Threats of Violence, Mentions of Death, Implied Imprisonment.
It was a closed-casket funeral.
For such a small detail, it bothered you more than it had any right to. You hadn’t been the one to arrange it, the one to speak to the undertaker and evaluate the damage – that was a responsibility that fell to her fiancé rather than you, a distant cousin, only brought up in conversations about postponed friendships and quickly thinning family trees. You’d done what you could to help, what a last living relative should do to help - paying for flower arrangements, speaking to financial advisors, sorting through her belongs and trying to guess at what might’ve held some sentimental value to someone more present in her life, but you never saw the body. No one ever offered, and you hadn’t known how to ask. She was gone, now, dead and buried, and you'd never gotten to see her, even if everyone who had said that it was probably for the best.
And it probably was. They were probably right. You wouldn’t feel any better, if you had.
And yet, you found it difficult to believe you could feel any worse than you did now, either.
Belphegor was curled around your arm. He had been since you came back from the Human World, slotted against your side, draped over your shoulders, and currently, splayed out on top of you, his face buried in the flesh just above your shoulder blade, his body forcibly tangled with yours in a way that was too awkward to be comfortable for both of you, a sacrifice he seemed more than willing to make on your behalf. You’d tried to shrug him off earlier, when he first decided there was enough space on the smallest loveseat in the common room for his strange, daily ritual, and when that failed, you’d tried to talk him into letting go, into loosening his grip enough for you to slip away when he fell asleep, into relocating to somewhere else, somewhere softer, somewhere with a pillow that could easily replace you when he was too busy tossing and turning to care, but Belphegor had always been so frustratingly picky when it came to where, how, and when he chose to sleep.
He’d chosen you, and he’d chosen like this, and he’d chosen now. There was little you could do to change his mind, after he’d already made it up.
Still, you tried. He wasn’t asleep yet, caught somewhere between permanently half-conscious state and a sleep deep enough to warrant medical concern for most living creatures, supernaturally inclined or otherwise. “Belphie,” You called, gently, pushing the temptation to try more forceful methods into the back of your mind. “Think you pick another spot? Just for today?”
“Can’t.” It was a simple response, his voice heavy with sourceless exhaustion, just as short and just as blunt as it had been the last time you asked. You weren’t sure what you’d expected, honestly. “You were gone. I can’t.”
Your frown deepened. You’d left for a week – nine days, at most. And Belphegor couldn’t have been awake for more than half of that. “That’s not--”
“He was lonely, sweetheart.” It was Asmodeus, this time, as he perched himself on the loveseat’s arm. He wasn’t any better than Belphie, nimble fingertips soon tracing aimless patterns over the side of your neck, the dip of your shoulder, taking up the space he could occupy since the space he’d like to was already in-use. “He’ll get better, in a few days. Once it sinks in that you won't be leaving again.”
You were out of practice. A month ago, you would’ve known better than to respond, than to ask questions to someone who took as much delight in festering doubts as Asmodeus did. A month ago, you would’ve brushed him off and found your way to Purgatory Hall for the rest of the night. But, it wasn’t a month ago, and you were tired. You were still thinking about that casket, and you couldn’t seem to think of much else. “What do you mean?”
“Oh?” There was a pause, a laugh, light and melodic and fluttering. You’d always liked his laugh. You could bring yourself to enjoy it, though, not right now. “No one’s told you, yet?”
“Don’t tease ‘em.” You hadn’t noticed how full the common room had gotten, not until Mammon spoke and you reflexively turned to face the sofa opposite to yours. He was standing, leaning against the back, his hands clasped in a way that’d put his anxiety on display far more transparently than his voice ever could. Beelzebub, too, his arms crossed over his chest as his attention shifted idly between you, the console in Leviathan’s hands, and the book splayed out in Satan's lap, his scowl serving as evidence of his annoyance. It always bothered you, how easily he grew frustrated by situations he chose to put himself in. It bothered you a little more, today. “Might as well spit it out, if you’re going to bring it up,” Mammon went on, shifting his weight, letting his eyes fall to the floor, then rise to the ceiling, then drift back to you. “There’s no point putting it off.”
“Weren’t you supposed to tell them, Mammon?” Beelzebub chimed in, absent-mindedly. If it'd been Satan, if it'd been Lucifer, it would’ve been pointed, malicious, purposeful. Beelzebub just sounded like he was trying to remind his older brother of something he’d forgotten. “You said you should be the one to do it, since you met them first. Then, when Lucifer said you wouldn’t be able to do it, you said that if the human threw a tantrum, you could just--”
“I didn’t say shit.” Mammon cut him off, his tone hostile, but it was a half-hearted anger, more petty than vengeful. “I said I could, not that I would, and Lucifer shot me down. If he hadn’t, there’d already be a deadbolt on every fucking door in the house. We wouldn’t be sitting around, talkin’ about it.”
“Every door?” Beelzebub looked confused. Then, he looked concerned. “I thought we agreed to just seal the exits.”
“I still think we should just use their bedroom,” Leviathan chimed in, never looking up from his hand-held. Something tightened in the back of your throat. Experimentally, you tried to pull yourself out of Belphegor’s arms, but he only held you tighter, and Asmodeus’ nails dug into your shoulder, rooting you back into place without a single word. “It’d be cool, kinda like a permanent save-point. We wouldn’t have to worry about baby-proofing the entire house, either.”
“We could use a leash,” Asmodeus suggested, never breaking his stare. He didn’t look away. You wished he would. You wished they’d, if nothing else, have the courtesy to wait until you’d left the room to start talking about things you didn’t know and didn’t want to know. “So we can make sure they’re always close by! Or, we could have Lucifer enchant a collar – having to hold a tether might get in way when I have to--”
“He’d never do it.” It was the first time Satan had cut in, but it was clear he’d been listening. His book was still open, his expression still concentrated, but he was tapping his foot, the disruption soundless against the thick carpeting, and you couldn’t remember the last time he thought to pretend to turn a page. He was listening, but he didn’t want to be. He was a part of this, but you doubted he’d every say as much out loud. You doubted he’d ever let himself admit he’d stooped to that level. “And if he did, we’d never hear the end of it. In a week, there’d probably be a new kennel in the catacombs, right next to Ceberus’.” He stopped, for a moment, shaking his head. For your own sake, your chose to believe the envy lingering behind his voice was his attempt at a bad joke. “You would prefer a bedroom, wouldn’t you, (Y/n)?”
He asked you a question. He was talking to you, now, directly, which was more than you could say for any of his brothers. It should’ve been an improvement. An opportunity, if nothing else, a chance to ask why Asmodeus was looking at you like that, why you could feel Belphegor’s careless smile pressing into your skin, but you hesitated, something catching in your chest. It felt too solid, too heavy, too rough and too jagged. It felt like it’d hurt to swallow down, later on, once the unease passed and you got over whatever scheme they’d planned out, while you were gone.
“I… What?” You weren’t sure what you wanted to say, but it came out as a question regardless, your reluctance blending messily with your confusion. “This isn’t funny. If you’re going to act like this every time I visit the Human World, I might have to stop coming back.”
Finally, Satan glanced up from his book. If you didn’t know better, you might’ve said he was smiling. “Right. Because you still think you're allowed to leave.”
The rest of the room fell silent. Or, maybe it didn’t, maybe it was louder than it'd ever been. You didn’t know. You couldn't hear anything, not over the sudden ringing in your ears. “I’ll have to, eventually. It’s not up to me.”
Beelzebub shifted in his seat, suddenly uncomfortable. “It’d be safer if you stayed in the Devildom. We can’t protect you in the Human World.”
Leviathan’s grip tightened around his console. In the background, you could hear the plastic shell start to crack. “We wouldn’t be able to see you. Not all the time. Not for more than a few weeks at a time.” He was quiet, for a moment. Then, he added, “It wouldn’t be the same. It wouldn’t… It wouldn’t feel like it does when you’re here.”
Mammon looked away, letting his head lull to the side. “You belong here, with us. You’re supposed to be here. We’re just doin’ you a favor. No one wants to watch you figure out how fucked you’d be on your own.”
And, finally, Belphegor groaned, exhaustion heavy in the gravely sound. He untangled himself from you, but the freedom was temporary, fleeting, his arms snaking around your waist, instead, his face soon gracelessly buried in your chest. His eyes flickered open, but barely, just enough to let him stare up at you through his eyelashes, a thoughtless grin pulling at the corners of his lips. He wasn’t divided, not like his brothers were. He didn’t try to pretend he was above holding you against your will. “You're not leaving again.” It wasn’t a question. It wasn’t even a threat. It was just a fact, to him. It was something that wouldn’t happen, that couldn’t happen, if only because his older brothers were willing to work so hard to make sure it didn’t. “We’re not gonna share you, anymore. We’re not gonna have to.”
You didn’t want to hear anything else. You didn’t want to be here, anymore, not if this was what it meant, not if it was going to feel like standing in front of that closed casket all over again, the urge to run and sob and scream silencing every reasonable thought you’d ever had. You didn’t bother trying to talk to Asmodeus and Belphegor, you didn’t bother trying to coo and edge and skirt around their anger, their unspoken threats, not anymore, not when your body was already standing on its own, shoving at Belphegor’s body and swatting at Asmodeus’ hand as he reached out, aiming to cup your cheek and tell you so gently to sit down and shut up. Beelzebub leaned forward, Mammon flinched, and you could’ve sworn you caught a row of long, pointed fangs flash across Satan’s sneer, but you didn’t care. You wanted to hit something. You wanted to yell. You’d wanted to ever since you came back to this damned house and its overly affectionate occupants.
“You don’t get to share me.” You couldn’t be shared. You weren’t theirs to share, even if they already seemed geared against the idea. You weren’t theirs to trap, either. You never would be. “I don’t need your protection, and you don’t need to see me, and the only place I’m supposed to be is the Human World. I don’t know what got into your fucked-up heads while I was gone, but you can’t just--”
“Sit down, (Y/n).”
You stopped mid-sentence.
Right. You’d almost forgotten Lucifer hadn't gotten a chance say his piece, yet.
He didn’t give you time to cooperate. There was already a fist curled around the back of your collar, dragging you back into your seat, the action so much more aggressive than Belphegor’s oppressive dead-weight or Amsodeus’ sweet, sickly temptation. You couldn’t see him, but you could feel Lucifer looming over you, standing tall, towering above his younger brothers as he took control of the room. You wondered if he’d been here the entire time, if he’d heard everything, rather than just your sudden outburst. You wondered if you should hope that he had.
“We missed you, while you were gone.” He didn’t sound mad. He didn’t sound mad, but none of them did, none of them sounded like they were plotting to keep you away from your home, your friends, the life you had outside of demons and angels and magic. None of them sounded dangerous, either, save for Lucifer. He’d always been easier to trust when he wasn’t pretending to be kind. “We’ve all been alive for centuries, and yet, you went and made a week feel like a small eternity. Do you know how difficult it is for a human to inflict that kind of suffering onto a demon?”
You didn’t answer. Across the room, Mammon laughed and Satan bristled. Belphegor melted back into your side, more than happy just to have his resting place scared into immobility.
“You’ll stay.” It was an order, this time. Not a suggestion, not a passing concern, but a command, something you would be expected to obey. He had the nerve to use that low, calm cadence, measured and pre-meditated. He didn’t want to let you convince yourself he was as prone to bluffing as his brothers were. “You’ll stay because we want you to. We’re willing to use force, but there’s no need for that. Is there, love?”
You nodded, your body tense and your eyes glassy, and Lucifer rewarded you with a breathy chuckle, a row of knuckles delicately pressed to your cheek. A miserable reward for such an unwilling sacrifice, but Lucifer didn’t seem to mind. It certainly didn’t stop him from leaning in, his lips brushing against the top of your head, his voice falling just low enough to make something sharp and cold shot down your spine, as he went on.
“It’s not like you have anything to go back to, anymore.”
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Demon Brothers And Royals With AN MC That Wants to Become a Demon
A/N: Sudden urge to write this and was suddenly 3 pages into a google doc- have at thee-
Warnings: None??? I think??? Angst if you squint maybe-
Summary: You know you're life is barely a moment in the lives of the demons you love, so what better way than to become one, so they don't lose you.
(the Gif doesn't quite fit this but I look it so fuck it-)
The eldest is... hesitant, to say the least.
Don't get him wrong, he understands, and he doesn't want to lose you either, but this could do more harm than good if something went wrong.
He won't stop you, and he doesn't hate the idea, it's more he's just worried.
He will definitely research it, asking everyone with knowledge on the subject for their opinion to relay to you later.
At the end of the day it is your decision, and he'll be by your side if you decide to go through with it.
At first doesn't agree, but the more he thinks about it, the more he realizes how little time he has left with you if you stay mortal.
Immediately on board.
Mammon isn't usually the most serious brother, but he loves you, and never wants to lose you again, so he's very openly supporting your decision.
Your his human, and while you may not be human much longer, he'll still love you either way!
You? A demon?
Will never admit it to anyone but the thought of you in a demon form made his nose bleed just a shit ton bit-
Unsure of it, but he trusts you, and he'll be by his Henry's side no matter what!
But when he realizes that if something doesn't happen, you'll be gone within the next 100 years, he's immediately hoping this will work.
Immediately hits the books.
You're extremely stubborn, so he knows the best course of action is help make this process as safe and comfortable as possible.
Completely understands, and is on board immediately.
He loves you, and you've made his life so much more lively and bright.
He'll do whatever he can to stay with you for the rest of eternity.
On board immediately.
The thought of you getting old in wrinkly is a huge fear of his, and if he can prevent it HE. WILL.
Doesn't understand why for a while, just thinking you want to be more like the brothers, but one night while he was taking a bath, it hit him like a truck. You were mortal. If you didn't do something like this, who knew what little time you'd have left.
Ran out of his room soaking wet and naked to hug you and cry, the thought of losing you for good was too much.
A lot more clingy after this.
He had thought about this before multiple times, how you wouldn't live forever.
But you thought of something he didn't think would be possible, becoming a demon to stay with them.
Low-key cried, was also on board.
Was more protective of you after this, the reminder of your mortality, coming from you, really shook him up.
Please give this man a hug.
Also thought about it before.
A bit cautious at the idea of you going through a process to do it, but believes you, and trusts your decision.
Just hugged you for a while to calm himself down.
This does not mean he doesn't get more clingy- because now you are sandwiched between Beel and Belphie most nights now.
Thinks it's a great idea, in all honesty.
They all love you, and you've helped him and his brother more times than he can count.
You make the Devildom exciting, and honestly, the fact you treat him like a friend and don't put him on a pedestal is relieving and a wonderful change of pace.
The one to help you change from human to demon, with a little bit of Barbatos' help.
It's an exhausting transformation process, and he'll be there every step of the way.
Literally saw this coming, so he's not surprised.
That being said he still is doing his best to keep you comfortable and safe through the process, helping Diavolo when the prince needs.
He's had time to think it over, and accepted your decision, you make the Prince happy, as well as so many other people.
And though he'd never say it, he'd miss you dearly if you left.
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Solomon’s Potion Mishap
Warnings: suggestive?, fluff, crack
Summary: Solomon screws up a mixture for a new potion. You were asked to try it out and well- something strange indeed happened.
Solomon was a man constantly making potions and spells all the time.
You were usually his tester for them.. the safe ones at least.
So when he conjured up this one, he messaged you that he wanted you to try it out. Of course your first question was “is it safe for me?” .
He assures you that it’s fine.
You sigh and tell him you have nothing better to do, so you were heading over there.
When you get there, you say your hellos to the other occupants of Purgatory Hall, Luke and Simeon.
As you step into Solomon’s room, you see him holding the elixir.
“MC, just in time. Here, drink this slowly so you don’t choke.”
He holds the potion out so you can grab it.
You gulp down the liquid.
After consuming the whole thing, you set down the empty bottle on a nearby desk.
“So? How’re you feeling?”
“I feel fi-“
You got cut off by a strange feeling in you. You feel like something sprouted from your body but decide to ignore it.
“You uh.. just- go look in the mirror real quick.”
You raised a brow in confusion to his suggestion.
Shrugging, you walk over to his bathroom.
“Is something wrong?” You question in your head.
Your eyes gaze upon yourself in the mirror. You blink several times.
“IM A NEKO??!” you shouted.
“THIS ISNT FUNNY SOLOMONN!! SERIOUSLY WHAT THE FU-“
He laughed in the other room which made you stop mid-sentence.
You stomp back to him.
“Did you plan this?” You cross your arms.
“You did, didn’t you?”
“You’re an asshole! How long am I gonna be like this?!”
“For about 24 hours I think.”
You fell silent.
“At least you look nice.” He smiled.
“I TOLD LUCIFER ID BE HOME IN AN HOUR! I DONT WANT THEM SEEING ME LIKE- THIS!” You gesture to your cat ears and tail.
“You’ll be fine, just ignore them.”
“Easier said than done!!”
You scold him before hurrying back home.
Your thoughts were racing to think of ways to avoid the brothers.
“What will I do??”
Quietly, you step into the House of Lamentation holding your breath.
So far so good. There’s no brother in sight. You let yourself breathe.
Just then, you hear footsteps. You tried speed-walking to the living room.
“Good, no one’s here.” You think out loud.
“You sure about that darling?~” a voice chuckled.
You whip your head around to see Asmo.
“I don’t wanna talk about it.”
“Oh come onnnnn you look adorable, MC!”
He continued his squealing, showering you in compliments.
“Asmo, do you know where my-“ another voice says.
“Satan look! She’s so cute!” Asmo hugs you tightly.
Satan freezes in his spot. His face is covered in a red hue.
“I- MC what happened?” He spoke.
“A potion happened.”
Just then, Beel and Belphie walked in.
“Oh god..” you mutter.
“MC, why are you a neko?-“ Beel asked, confused.
“It’s a long story.”
Don’t get me wrong, they were blushing. They were just puzzled on why you had cat ears and a tail.
“Your tail looks fluffy.. can I lay there?” Belphie comments.
You sit on the couch and pat the spot next to you. He gladly takes the opportunity to lay his head on the tail.
“So soft..” he doses off.
“Ooo! Let me feel!” Asmo grinned.
“Fine.” You say.
He skips over to you and strokes your soft cat ears.
For some reason, your face gets hot.
“MAMMON I SWEAR! WHERE IS MY LIMITED EDITION RURICHAN FIGURE??” You hear Levi yell from another room.
They’re coming closer. Belphie woke up due to the loud noise.
Mammon kicked down the door, running in.
“LOOK I DONT KNOW MAN!-“
They look at the scene before them. Your new features.
“M-MC.. why do you l-look like that?-“ Levi and Mammon stutter.
“What is all this commotion?” A deep voice approaches.. Lucifer’s voice.
He spots you on the couch and slowly, his cheeks have a pink tint to them.
“What happened here?” He asked.
“Solomon messed up a potion.” You pout.
That expression made it hard for everyone to keep their composure.
Your just too cute. It’s like their hearts will beat out of their chests.
Satan wanted to feel the ears and tail to see if what he was seeing was real, along with the rest.
One hand ruffles your hair.. and you purr.
“WHAT WAS THAT??!” You scream mentally.
Most of them stop what they were doing.
“I-I don’t know what that was-“ you waved your hands, shaking your head.
“MC, your killing me!! You’re so irresistible!” Asmo squealed again.
“Ahem.. S-someone take MC to their room.” Lucifer demanded.
“I WILL!” They all say in unison.
Then, they started arguing.
In the midst of all the blabbering about who should carry you to your room, you feel someone pick you up.
They run with you out the room.
“I SHOULD BE THE ONE TO- wait where’d MC and Satan go?” Mammon pointed to the spot where you were.
“THAT SLICK BASTARD!” Asmo groans.
—with you and Satan—
The two of you made it to your room. He sets you down on the bed.
“Asmo is right though.. you look delectable.”
“T-Thanks..” you blush more than you did earlier.
“I should go now. My brothers have to be fuming by now..”
He walks out, closing the door.
You realize you’re gonna have to deal with them in a bit for dinner.
“Not again…” you complain.
The meal was very quiet, the brothers glancing at you and blushing every now and then. Also giving the occasional compliment.
..You’ll get Solomon back for this someday.
This is an idea that’s been in the back of my head lmao
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Asmo: Go over there and flirt with them. Just say a cheesy pick up line.
Mc, walking up to Lucifer: I like my lovers like I like my intrusive thoughts.
Mc: Fucking me over in the middle of the night.
Asmo: Oh god.
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Obey Me! Brothers + Dateables‘ Kinks
TW: Somno mentions
A/N: The panorama has tired all of us out ( i really liked doing this a lot, i love the bois and i wanna love all of them (esp Mammon and Diavolo)) Also, i tried to incorporate the positions within the hc, so its not explicitly stated but heavily implied (also also, i use breasts here but i use them p gn but just a heads up) i love you!!
Brat Play- It feeds his whole style. Lucifer is a demon of pride- an avatar to be exact. While he loves obedience, will smile and hold your face in his hands, and call you a good, little human, he always enjoys the work for it. He might not admit it with words, but his smile will grow- albeit a bit more crueler rather than pleasure. He enjoys you telling him “no” and sticking your tongue out at him, a cheeky smile on your face.
Dom/Sub- It’s no surprise that Lucifer enjoys being the one with power. He is the eldest, an angel once so beautiful he was dubbed “The Morningstar” and now a loyal friend to the Lord of Devildom. Every title of his comes with power that anyone else would crumble underneath of. The power translates into the bedroom. He wants the power, he wants to see you on your back, gag in mouth, eyes wide tinged with a slight of fear as he descends upon you. There are very little times where the positions are switched but even then, it takes a great deal of stress for him to admit the burden on his shoulders.
Discipline- A power exchange. Lucifer can be soft during sex but he has stress- plenty of it even before the youngest promised to destroy humanity. He needs a way to release it. Of course, he’d never go too far, but he takes pride in what he does. He enjoys the marks left upon you from his palm to a flogger. He needs you to be proper, to stop the teasing remarks such as “dastardly devil” and if you’re going to learn by punishment, then so be it.
Mess Fetish- If you are leaking, then Mammon considers sex lackluster. He wants to see you twitching, your face completely relaxed and drool dribbling past the corners of your lips. Your sex a mess of his semen and your arousal. Be a filthy mess, don’t be afraid of drool or anything else filthy- he loves it. He wants to see you completely lose yourself until you’re slumped onto him, his movement being the only thing that’s moving you on his lap.
Orgasm Denial- The longer he denies you, the louder you’ll scream and when you do, you often scream his name. He likes to indulge in other’s sins and will take pride in what he does, having you scream his name until your voice is hoarse, beg for him to just let you feel an ounce of heaven. Mammon wants to hear the neediness in your voice, how you’ll croak his name and beg for him and only him, willing to say whatever he says as long as he promises to continue.
Praise- This goes both ways. Mammon loves to remind you how wonderful you are, keeping you close to his chest, spilling words of praise past his lips as he buries his head into your chest. On his end, he’s the punching bag of the family- he’s constantly told how dumb he is and what a scumbag. Push back his hair and look him in the eye, brush your lips against his and tell him how good he is to you and what a blessing he is. Praise goes well with Mammon, words that make him tear up and try to be so good for you during those moments of intimacy and words to remind you that you are worth more than the treasure he has hidden away.
Degradation- Praise will do well with lovely Levi, but degradation? Push him down and rise above him, cup his face gently and call him a “yucky otaku” while you ride him. He’ll take the words to heart but a few good words afterwards will soothe over the wounds. But while you tell him how filthy he is for grabbing at your breasts while you were watching an anime together. He’ll hide his face and be flushed, eyes wet with fresh tears but he’s rutting against you all the same, so desperate for you to tell him how pathetic he is for getting off on all of this.
Roleplay- Dress up as a character that Levi mentions finding attractive and he’s popping a hard on right away. It’s even better for him if you stay in character, bending over and playing with yourself, and when he’s thrusting deep in you, if you even roll your eyes to the back of your head, he’s spilling inside of you. If you want to play Henry, then he isn't complaining. He’ll have to be lured in but best friends take care of best friends, don’t they?
Usage of Appendages- While this is thinly masked as a tentacle fetish, Levi has a bit of shame into bringing his tail towards you. When he sees how ecstatic you are to it, he’s still waiting for it to be a sick joke. It’s only when he has his tail into your sex, stomach bugling as you try to hard to be quiet under his table while he streams that he allows himself to feel good about the kink. He’ll twist and curl his tail inside of you, flex and let the scales run against your soft, squishy insides until he’s sure his chat can hear the lewd sounds that you’re making.
Breath Play- While he is the avatar for wrath, he can usually hold a rather well façade unless something calls for it to be broken. However, in the bedroom, he takes his aggression out. He has you against a wall, hand curved around your neck and he can feel how your pulse quickens in something of a mix from pleasure and fear. He likes to see your eyes water, the raspy call of his name. Satan can be cruel, but he holds you close to him, kissing at your lips and feeling the soft puffs of air against his own breath.
Dacryphilia- Crying is something that he’s quite proud of. He doesn’t even know how it happened. He just saw you one day, crying and then he was kissing your wet lips, salt faint on his tongue as you whined against his mouth, and clawed desperately at his clothes. Satan is loving and cruel. He’ll shove himself deep against your throat until tears slip past your red rimmed eyes and nose twitching with every sniffle.
Kitten Play- Of course this does come as a surprise to the feline-loving demon. Satan will absolutely fall in love when you come to him dressed in a cute dress with cat ears perched on your head complete with a collar, a delightful little golden ball of a bell dangling against the green dyed leather. Mewl for him, grab at the sheets with tense hands and have him kiss your body. He’ll make you bell chime until the sounds cause headaches to grow.
Body Worship- Of course the Avatar of Lust would worship your body. He’d get on his knees, kiss at every scar, every cellulite that cracks against your skin like lightning, pull you close to him and whisper how he loves your body. Asmo loves to kiss your feverish body, only letting go of his hands on you to tell you how beautiful your body is. He will call you every word of grace that exits under the moon of Devildom, tell you how your beauty rivals those of angels he once knew.
Katoptronophilia- The demon loves nothing more than to watch the both of you have sex in front of the mirror. You could be bent over, arms held back and wrists pinched together or your chest pressed against a mirror until your body leaves it traces there. Asmo wants to see how gorgeous the both of you look, bent over and fucked senseless as you watch with your own eyes as a demon fucks you. Asmo is panting, beautiful as ever with traces of sweat making his skin glisten as he manages to take a few photos with your reflection looking back at him with such pervertedness.
Odaxelagnia- Asmo loves biting and having others biting him. He loves the marks that it leaves- little, harsh kisses that feel nothing more than a pinch to him. He likes it when you try to imprint your teeth on his smooth skin. He doesn’t even mind when you manage to actually leave one, he only loves it more and more- something so intimate that even his brothers don’t have. On that other note, he’ll bite down on your skin. Oddly enough, his teeth leave a heart shaped mark on you. Being a demon, he will tear at your skin, leaving you with drips of scarlet that he’ll kiss.
Cunnilingus/Oral- Beel is such a sweetheart. He’s a giving lover, always making sure you’re happy as he eats another plate of dinner, and it’s no different in the bedroom. Whether you’re pushed up against a wall, shoved onto a bed or sitting on his face, he’s holding you with steady hands. He’ll bury himself deep against you, eat until you’re crying and too overstimulated, to the point that you’ll slump over without a coherent thought in your head. He eats you like a feverish man, like someone who is starved and never satisfied with their meal. He has such a skilled tongue and telling him how good he is only encourages him more.
Food Play- It has to be quick food that can’t get too sticky. He’ll eat it before you can ever feel it on your body. A quick, rough brush on the flat of his tongue on your body- whip cream on your chest disappearing in a white cloud on your chest, cherries leading to your sex eaten in a matter of seconds and anything else he can bring into the bedroom. There is a chance Beel will become distracted with the food, but he’ll always offer a- quite literal- sweet kiss if he tends to become distracted.
Marking- It comes to no surprise that Beel is fiercely protective. Most people wouldn’t dare think of hurting you when you have the protection of him but it never hurts to add a bit more when he can’t be around. Marking you a thrill for him. He loves to have your body coated in his scent, to bear his mark- pact, teeth, scent or anything else. He’ll bite in areas that can barely be seen- hidden partially under your collar, a slip between your shorts and a heavy scent of him on your sex.
Sensory Deprivation- Belphie can be cruel. He’s sadistic and childish but he is sloth. He hardly has any motivation to do most things but when it comes to you, it can be sparked. While it’s work to deprive you of your senses, it’s something he enjoys. He likes to see you be shrouded in darkness, only a ghost of a hand trailing against your bare leg, watching you squirm and kick your leg out in order to become distracted.
Somnophilia- It comes to no surprise that somnophilia would be the one that does it for Belphie. Where he’s above you, you’re above him or he’s spooning you from behind, somnophilia is something that excites him the most. He likes to wake up with his pants pulled down, and cock wet and limp with you sleeping peacefully next to him. ON the other hand he likes to crawl above you, rub nimble fingers against your sex and enter you with a heavy sigh- lazy, sleepy fucking where he orgasms in minutes.
Triolism- A rather possessive demon, Belphie is known to be the more obsessed lover. He isn’t fond of sharing but when given the right twist, the right image, he can imagine your holes stretched, your tired expression as you try to tap out for a moment. He wants to see you fully tired out, a dazed look in your eyes and having you orgasm with just a single push of his or another cock.
Breeding- While most- if not all- demons have a sense of breeding, it hits stronger for the Lord. There’s nothing more pleasurable than seeing your belly swell because of his heir. To have your tits full of milk, leaking and heavy, it’s a sight where he’s pressed closed against you, commenting how he can smell your sex. Diavolo will pound you into the mattress, pant above you while your legs are bent and he’s filling you with his seed.
Pecattiphilia- He can act naïve, he can be as sweet as honey and cute as a button but he is still the leader of all devils and demons. The more innocent you are, the more hungry he becomes. He’s drooling and his horns are out- gold glinting under the flame of the fireplace, sharp and darkened with blood. He wants to corrupt you- to have you sin under the ever watchful Father. Diavolo is many things, but corrupting you as you wear white, pledge your loyalty against him makes you remember just how scary he can be.
Risk- He is a king- it would make sense for Diavolo to want to have sex with you where others can walk in at any moment. Of course, that would be the last thing anyone would witness if they were to catch you and the Lord but it’ll also push him for a further climax. He grew up pampered, having to be a model ruler but there are times where his deviances tend to outweigh what he was taught. He’s a complete degenerate, fucking you until the noises coming from your sex alone are louder that your cries, and anyone could walk in.
Teasing- Barbatos is a classy demon. He can have kinks up his sleeves but his work comes first. He wouldn’t dare to do anything so scandalous but he has to admit, there is something quite attractive about seeing you blush and whine his name. He’ll tease- private or public. He’d have a vibe pressed firmly against your sex, vibration increasing throughout the day until you’re twitching your legs. He’ll tease your entrance with his cock until you’re whining loud enough.
Sensation Play- Just little hints of different sensations. He wants you on your back, a particular cold thing brushed against your inner thigh watching as you twitch or even having it inserted inside and seeing how you pucker and tense. It’s painfully slow, an interest where Barbatos watches you grow hard under the cold touch of an ice cube. Bringing his tail into sex, is something that he takes great joy in. He likes to see you writhe under him simply because of his split tail, seeing you gasp and pulse against the different grooves against him.
Wax Play- This is something that mixes well with his sensation play. On the opposite end of the ice, dripping creamy wax onto your back and seeing you arch and bury yourself into his neck, always makes him smile wickedly. The proper butler is cunning. He’ll feel the sensitive, burning spot, rub his palm against it and press until you’re gasping and clenching around him. Barbatos loves feeling your desperate writhing, having you succumb to the wax and leaving you more sensitive and more aware than before.
Humiliation- As an angel, Simeon is everything holy and divine. He is humble in his role as a angel but when you come to him, bearing your interest and taking his hands in yours, he remembers how truly small humans are. He’ll have you on your knees, pray with you as you confess all the filthy thoughts you’ve had of him. He’ll hold you close, rub his clothed sex against yours and tell you how he must purify you.
Parthenophilia- Angelic and pure in the eyes of the Lord that resides in the Celestial Realm, Simeon has developed a certain fondness for those who remain virgins until it is their time for marriage. Simeon won’t ever cause you to bleed- he’ll make sure your first time is gentle, of course. He will have you lay on your back, rise above you and tell you how beautiful he is as he claims you, taking away your virginity. There’s an almost sick part where he wants you to cry while he fucks you against the mattress, the cross above your bed shaking with every movement.
Worship- An old angel, Simeon is devoted. Tell him your sins and he’ll promise to heal you, to cleanse your body, mind, and soul. Pray upon your knees and take him into your mouth, let him wash over you and give you something from an angelic being. Pray and love thy savior, kiss and worship him. Tell him how wonderful he is and thank him as he promises you salvation. Cry and move against him, rid yourself of sins while he pulls you close for a shower and stuffs your mouth with cock as you repeat your prayers with every spare breath.
Hypnotism- Solomon was used to people doing his bidding, however, times have changed and he’s lost his followers. He’ll put you under a light trance, enough for you to follow what he wants you to do but also for you to remain semi-cognitive during it all. He’ll press himself against your back, kiss your neck and tell you to pleasure yourself as he takes you from behind.
Internal Cumshot- He likes a creamy sex. He might not particularly be thrilled about having children nor ready for them, but he is one to keep himself pressed into you as his seed flows out. There’s nothing quite as satisfying as watching his semen leak out in copious amounts, your hands trying to catch the thick discharge and letting it slip between your fingers.
Stockings- While tame compared to the other kinks of his, Solomon has to admit he has an attraction to stockings. The sheerness of certain ones, how they pinch at your thighs and the little fat that bulges out, makes him lose his breath. He’s eager to take everything else off but them, leaving them on and having your legs bent as you take him.
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can u pls do what the demon bros would do if m/c wrapped themself in a blankie cocoon and just sat on the demon bros' laps like "i sleep here now goodnight."
with each post i write...lucifer becomes softer.....i am so sorry obey me fandom i am weak for him
MC Wrapping Themselves Up In A Blanket Cocoon
was in his office when you came into suddenly holding his entire comforter
wants to question you but before he can you just?? sit in his lap? effectively blocking his view from his desk and literally anything other than you
“MC i’m still working...”
“Ok. I’m gonna sleep here now. Night.”
you don’t leave him any room to protest as you wrap the blanket tighter around yourself and close your eyes
he goes still not wanting to wake you
well...technically he can’t do his work like this anyways
wraps his arms around your blanketed form and lays his head against you willing no one to come into his office and see him like this
surprise! mammon does!
bigger surprise! mammon is now hung up in the hallway and you two are asleep in his room
doesn’t even recognize you at first because you’ve wrapped yourself in all three of his blankets
he gets COLD leave him alone
thinks you look ridiculous and doesn’t hold back on teasing you
“MC what the hell are ya doing?”
You walk over to Mammon and lean against him. “Sleep. I’m...gonna sleep here now.”
Oh god he’s soft for you
Wants to hold you but his IMAGE!!! Mammon please you have no image
Your weight with the blankets eventually toppled him onto the couch
Welp, guess he’s sleeping now
“C’mon MC, open up! I need some of the blankets too.”
he’d heard you taking out the blankets from his bath tub but didn’t mind
but then you sat in his lap while he was in the middle of a game and he could barely see the monitor
Tries to adjust slightly because he doesn’t want to bother you but.......Dude......HIS GAME
“Could you just move down a little more? Please?”
“Mhm. Ok, I sleep here now. Goodnight.”
now his arms are stiff bc he doesn’t want to lay them on you djdjjdjd
highkey likes sitting with you in comfortable silence! there’s no pressure to talk he loves it
makes the mistake of looking at your sleeping face mid level and loses bc oh god......MC cute what the hell
then he realizes your passed out in his lap and jumps waking you up
HE JUST COULDNT BELIEVE IT LEAVE HIM ALONE HES A SWEETHEART
was reading and saw how tired you looked when you entered his room
watched as you cocooned yourself in his blankets and moved over to him
laughs a little as you sit on top of him, putting his book down
“Yeah, I’m gonna sleep here now.”
“Of course my love, want me to read to you as well?”
i am so goddam soft for satan u will never understand
reads to you and strokes your hair at the same time so you never even had a chance of actually staying awake
he really loves the fact that you sought him out for comfort it makes him fall a little more in love with you
he still reads out loud even after he knows your asleep
when he finally reaches a nice stopping point, he places down his book and shifts so that you lay on top him
“Goodnight dearest.” He tells you while kissing your forehead.
Finds you wrapped up in his blanket upon entering his room
is happy too see you and giggles when you make grabby hands at him
he complies, of course
“Now now, what are you doing here before me, my pet?”
You nuzzle into him. “Was tired. Missed you. I’m gonna sleep now.”
his arms immediately wrap around you tighter and he’s fight back the urge to cover your face in kisses right now
that was so cute to him what the hell
he lays down with you and waits for your breathing to even out so he can finally go and do his nightly routine
practically runs to get back to you because he misses you already
he and his room would always be open to you for whatever you needed
was raiding the kitchen when he felt your sleepy form lean into him
is confused because you don’t wrap your arms around him but when he turns around he finally understands why
your wrapped in a blanket two times your size and your eyes are barely awake
wraps his arms around you and picks you up immediately, swearing to himself he’d never let you down again
“You didn’t have to come get me MC, I was gonna come back to you.”
You nod into him. “I know...just...don’t like sleeping without you.”
ah! you’ve done it! he’s in love with you and would literally play fetch for you if you asked ok he’s in so DEEP
kisses the side of your head and the hunger he usually felt subsides, his heart suddenly racing
you made him feel wanted, and he could never thank you enough for that
“I’m gonna sleep here...is that ok?” you murmur to him, already half asleep on his shoulder.
“Of course...thank you.”
he sleeps with so many different blankets you are NOT wrapping yourself up in all of them
so you settle for his favorite which causes him to find you first instead of you seeking him out
looks angry, he is NOT
you’re so...small like that...oh.....
this loser won’t say that tho. hey kids. BE UPFRONT WITH YOUR FEELINGS UNLIKE THIS BASTARD
groans as he pulls you into him
“I can’t believe you took my favorite one, if you wanted attention just ask.” he grumbles into your shoulder. You sigh into him, finally content and ready to sleep.
“I’m gonna sleep here now. Night Belphie.”
Yelps as you pull him to the floor.
i mean. it’s not like it’s the first time he’s slept on the floor
as soon as your eyes are closed he drops the annoyed act and brushes any hair out of your face
oh he was so WHIPPED for you and he knew it even though he’d deny it
starts whispering compliments to you and giving you light kisses
“I’m still awake Belphie.”
“Love you too.”
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can i please request how the brothers would react to the MC just. softly crying into their shoulder when they cuddle bc they feel like they can finally let their guard down? the fluffier the better.
thank you! have a wonderful day :)
when you cry into their shoulder
genre: fluff !
a/n: i'm sorry this took a while !! i am extremely unmotivated 😍
he went stiff when he felt you crying
backs away to put his hand on your face and wipes your tears
"has something happened? i'd be more than happy to help, you ask and you shall receive."
but when you replied with your feelings pouring out of your chest, he had no idea what to say
you told him you were thankful for him in every way imaginable, and that these were happy tears
he's most likely not used to being on the receiving end of thankfulness, considering his brother's lack of proper communication. he knows they are thankful, but he is not used to hearing it out loud
it startles him, but he brings you closer as he brushes your hair back from your tear soaked face.
"i should be thanking you. i'm greatful you're comfortable around me, as i am beginning to loosen up with you as well. i hope we can both understand eachother."
when he feels you crying he absolutely panics. did he do something? why aren't you saying anything? did someone hurt you?
"hey hey hey, no crying allowed. what's going on? did someone hurt you?"
when you replied, he was beet red. he honestly had no idea what to say
someone?? showing open appreciation??? for him?? instead of harassing him??? huh???
he isn't used to people giving him compliments, especially in such an intense manner.
"well of course ya feel safe around me! you have a big strong demon to protect you!"
doesn't quite get the memo but at least he's happy
"don't scare me like that again!"
someone crying???? his s/o crying???? in his chest???? there has been an error with your software. leviathan has stopped working.
is NOT good at comforting but he tries 💔
"why are you crying???? did i do something wrong???? do you regret being with me???"
when you reply with frankly, the exact opposite of his assumptions, he becomes still
"that's not a funny joke!"
genuinely takes him a while to be able to understand that you are in fact not joking, and that you very much find security in being with him
leviathan?? confident?? what??
once he understands, he's so much less nervous around you. he's like a completely different person, in the best way possible
this ones tough, i feel like he'd be very taken aback if he felt you crying
i don't think he would straight up ask you why, he would just hug you tighter to let you know that he hears you but you can speak when you're ready
he did not expect the words to come out of your mouth to hit him like they did, but he isn't complaining.
it's not an often occurrence to see him genuinely happy, even when he's having fun you can still feel the energy of his sin, but not now
he would look at you with utter adoration in his eyes and meet your lips with his
he's not used to people being comfortable around him, even his brothers walk on eggshells
because of his power and strength, most people avoid wanting to piss him off. but he's so happy that you don't feel any negative emotions toward him
when he feels you crying, he gently tilts your face towards his and says something about how you'll "break out that beautiful face of yours!"
when you tell him why you're crying, his heart swells. he's used to being seen as an object, whether it be for looks or sexual purposes, he's never truly felt loved by someone other than himself
i know he can SEEM like a dick but he's caring and understanding of others. he knows that other people have boundaries and that if someone feels the need to keep their guard up around him and his brothers, that it may not be his fault.
he's extremely reassuring about it and you can hear the happiness in his voice
spa day? yeah.
treats you like a god for the day and every other day because of how happy he is
he knew you would open up eventually because,,,, everyone likes him right? still no changing that.
this poor man
he thought he was hurting you while cuddling or smth bc hes so strong ❤️🔥💪
"are you okay? do we need to go to the hospital?"
when you assured him that nothing was wrong with you and explained that the tears you has shed were happy ones, he was no longer concerned by his hunger
"oh...... i'm glad! can we keep cuddling now? unless you don't want to."
kisses you on the nose !
he's so happy that you're comfortable around him, most people find him scary
but everyone knows he's a big teddy bear
you honestly thought he was asleep when you started crying, but you felt him tighten his arms around your waist to signal that he wasn't
"i'm awake, you know. you don't have to hide it from me."
he seemed careless, but you knew he cared a lot
he looks up at you and asks you what's wrong, and when you reply, he's in shock
"sorry, ignore me, i know it's not worthy to cry over."
"no no no, come here."
he'd hold you tighter and maybe whisper a "thank you" before kissing your chest and falling asleep :)
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Could I please request hcs for the brothers where mc is a sheep, like in the anime(if you’ve seen it) or the default profile pic the game gives each player, and mc is just soft and cuddly and adorable and the brothers just want to cuddle with mc. Please?
the brothers wanting to cuddle you
includes: the brothers x/& gn!reader (no pronouns mentioned)
wc: .7k | rated g | m.list
warnings: beel has fears of hurting/crushing you, asmo vaguely references hooking up
a/n: i have seen the anime! isn't it so cute? thank you for requesting and this is adorable!! my inbox is open to chat, leave feedback, or request, so feel free to drop something in there! (& ty for being so polite when asking <3)
reblogs are much appreciated hehe
➳ lucifer can’t deny how soft you look, how good it would feel to simply wrap his arms around you and just relax, but no, he must maintain a veneer of professionalism and not give in to those urges. it grows harder to do every day, especially since he sees his brothers with you, all content and war, you much the same. he wants to cuddle with you, oh, how he does, his pride just won’t let him approach you. when you finally ask him to cuddle with you, though, it’s a different story, as this way he feels like he can give in since he wasn’t the one to lower himself down far enough to ask.
➳ mammon has no qualms about cuddling you. once he gets over his whole ‘you’re a human and i have to dislike you’ thing, it’s all too easy for him to orchestrate scenarios that end with the two of you curled under a blanket. he never asks, but he’s so transparent it’s always very obvious when he wants to cuddle, and you can never quite bring yourself to stop indulging him. you two cuddle a lot, but it just turns out to be the place where he feels the safest and most comfortable, and you don't mind providing him with that space.
➳ levi wants to cuddle with you, but he doesn’t really know how to ask. what if you aren’t in a cuddling mood? what if you’re busy? what if you simply don’t want to cuddle with him? he doesn’t think he could stand the rejection. so he doesn’t ask, though he can feel the envy rise inside of him every time he sees you and one of his other brothers together. finally, he works up the courage to ask and is so elated when you agree. the first time it’s a little awkward, but things quickly fall into place, and soon, levi’s favorite thing is when you two cuddle and play games together.
➳ satan doesn't really want to cuddle at first, but soon, the idea grows on him. it’s not too difficult to work up the courage to ask, as even if you say no, he’ll at least have a concrete answer. you do say yes, however, and satan finds it’s better than he could have thought and wishes he had jumped on it a lot quicker. he really enjoys sitting on one of the couches with a blanket, fire roaring in the fireplace as he reads, you doing whatever you want to do. often, he reads to you, and cuddling is soon his favorite part of his week.
➳ asmo sees your cuddling potential right away, and since he has about zero shame, he approaches you and asks to cuddle right away. you’re skeptical, at first, since he is the avatar of lust, but for once, asmo’s goals are completely pure. it’s a new feeling for him, just cuddling. usually, when he’s in someone’s bed it’s a lot less chill, and he finds he really enjoys it, though he has to wonder if it's the cuddling that makes it so good or if it’s you. he really hopes you like cuddling with him as much as he does.
➳ beel wants to cuddle with you, he does, but he’s so afraid of hurting you. he’s so big and what if he accidentally crushes you? or what if he falls asleep and eats you? these fears plague him, keeping him from approaching you, but you bite the bullet and ask him to cuddle, knowing he’d be fantastic at it. he hesitantly agrees, thinking that if you’re okay with it he could try. he’s afraid to touch you, afraid he’ll accidentally break you, but you ignore all of his hesitations and snuggle into him. eventually, beel relaxes, and once he realizes he hasn’t hurt you and won’t hurt you he begins to ask you himself.
➳ belphie is able to spot a fantastic cuddler from a mile away, and when he sees how soft and vulnerable you are he just knows you’ll be the best snuggle buddy ever. he doesn’t really care how it happens, but eventually, it becomes a regular thing for the two of you to sleep an afternoon away, nested in the attic and cocooned in blankets, drifting in and out of slumber, completely comfortable. sometimes, beel will join you, and belphie loves those days, though he really really likes spending time with just you too. you’re much the same, which he appreciates, and he hopes you’re his first choice to ask to cuddle.
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The bros and dateables reaction to mc telling them "Dab me up" please do this...
This is literally funny for no fucking reason. 😭
I'm gonna split this into two parts! I'll do the dateables later. | part 2.
Lucifer just stares at you. What the fuck does "dab me up." Mean?? He doesn't know and he surely doesn't care.
Tell him "dab me up." And get his office door slammed in your face.
Stop following him! He's not dabbing you up, he has bills to pay, and lots of other work to get done, leave him alone.
If you keep asking, he'll get frustrated and send you to your room, or give you a chore list.
This man is the only man who can be no fun and also fun all in one. And it's fucking hilarious.
Doesn't give in, refuses to hurt his pride by dabbing you up.
"Dab me up, luci." "Dab up yourself."
I think it's best you leave him alone for a bit, go bother mammon or something, at least untill he's done doing paperwork.
This man will always dab you up. At first he was like "what the fuck??" But when you told him it was a bonding ritual, he did it and now he won't stop asking for you to do it. And honestly, your not mad about it.
He'll dab you up as much as you want, wanna make up a little handshake routine afterward?? This is your first man for a reason.
Especially loves doing it in public, because no one else, except maybe levi and Solomon knows what your doing, but no one knows why you KEEP doing it.
Sometimes you'll get a chair and get on top of it, so you can dab him up, while he's hanging off of something.
That right there is a pro gamer move.
"Oi, human, let's do our handshake." "Oh, you wanna dab me up?" "Yeah, yeah, that thing."
This man is proud to dab you up at anytime, even when class is in session. And whenever your feeling sad, come and DAB this man up.
pauses his game, and Stares at your hand being offered. He knows what your doing, but also doesn't. Why the fuck are you dabbing him up in the middle of a game?
Nervously dabs you up, in case he might do it wrong. Cue you Telling him that's if he does it wrong it's okay. After all it's a handshake.
The more you do it, the more confident he gets, and eventually he starts asking you to dab him up. But never in public.
That would seriously humiliate him. And he already doesn't come out his room.
Dabbing him up is starting to become a reward for if he does something right.
Won a game? Dab him up. Ate dinner? Dab him up. Actually studied for a test?? Kiss on the cheek + dab him up.
You have unlocked a unknowing power. 10x stronger than a mark. Don't use it wisely.
Please don't take dabbing up away from him, whenever you do it, it means he's accomplished something good, and small things matter.
When you tell satan "dab me up." He stares at you like your fucking crazy. Because you are. In all of the human books he's read. He's never once heard of the term. "Dab me up." What the fuck are you doing?? Get your hand out of his face.
You have to explain that dab me up, is a new generation bonding ritual. And he'll comply. Maybe.
I'm joking, he'll dab you up. But it's more depending on his mood than anything.
Wait, the serotonin is Manifesting
Imagine him really happy because he made luci angry, and he's just smile and laughing and then he pulls you by the waist and tells you to dab me up.
It's funny, but also genuine serotonin.
Once your there for him to dab up, after pranking his elder brother, oh yes, he loves dabbing you up.
He'll even do it, when he's reading, but it's a much calmer dab up.
"I'm heading out to go out to eat, dab me up before i leave?" "Of course, be careful, okay?"
He doesn't dab you up as often as his older brothers, but he still does it. Especially when lucifer is angry. Oh yes, dab him UP.
"Dab me up, deus!!" "Huh?" Baby, asmo does not know what that means. He first assumes it's some sort of 'position' but you quickly erase that from his mind explaining it's a type of handshake. He's a little disappointed, but also very happy you wanna handshake with him.
In this dynamic, he NEVER asks to be dabbed up. But that doesn't mean he won't when you ask.
In fact, he loves the attention! He loves when YOU run to HIM, Just to dab him up. And he often encourages the behaviour.
On some occasions however, he'll whine because he doesn't want to be dabbed up. What he wants instead is a real hug from you.
He'll also whine if you ask to be dabbed up while his nails are drying, because he probably takes hours to do them.
However, beggers can't be choosers. So when he whines you tell him. "Dab or leave." And he dabs you up. And he perks up when you go. "That's my boy..."
Honestly idk what I'm doing at this point. But over all. He's a pretty good person to dab up.
"Dab me up." "Hon, my nails are drying, how about a kiss?" "How about my fist."
Okay, Okay, sorry. But I'd 100% dab up the great asmodeus! He's amazing and needs more affection. Do it 💙💙
Baby boy. Baby. He'll be confused at first. He's the least cultured on this type of human interaction. All he does is eat, work out, do sports at school, comfort his twin and....uhh, eat.
Please, he's not the brightest lightbulb in the pack. And it shows, when everytime you go "dab me up." He assumes your talking about dipping something into sauce.
Eventually (a month or two) he gets the hang of it. And kinda looks forward to it. And will show it to his beloved twin, proudly. Not in like a prideful way.
But in a sort of. "Look at what we made up." Way. Don't tell him. You and him aren't the original creators, it'll make him feel sad.
I think it's funny, cause imagine he gets angry at a restaurant, and your just like. "Ayo, dab me up." And he Gently dabs you up and then Continues to destroy the restaurant. Yes, we support it. 10/10 dab me up partner.
"Dab me up, big boy." "I'm glad you enjoy shaking my hand, it was creative to make this, right?"
Dab him up, forever and always, or else your homophobic. I make all the rules. And I'm not changing any of them.
Oh boy. As soon as beel showed him this handshake. He knew he'd never get peace again. And he was right. As soon as beel left the room, you told belphie. "Dab me up." And he stared at you, before rolling onto his side. He indeed did not dab you up.
Sadly, you didn't give up. You kept asking, every chance you got. School? Dab me up. The kitchen? Dab me up. At work? Dab me up. Getting your Neck rung? D-Dab me...u-up.
You knew that belphie wouldn't give in, not to you atleast. So you decided to pull out the big guns.
You guilt-tripped him, by telling beel that belphie wouldn't do the handshake. And before belphie can react, he sees how sad beel looks and realizes beel is proud of creating the "dab me up" and he can't hurt beel. So he sighs and..d...dabs you up.
You smile, and Continuously dabs him up every day every couple minutes. Eventually he doesn't care. And begins to kinda crave the Interaction whenever he wakes up.
Sometimes you dab him up in his sleep.
"Dab me up, cowman." "No." "....." "....fine."
Honestly, who wouldn't have Beel as a soft spot, hm? He's amazing. Anyways, make sure to interrupt his naps for a quick dab up. He can't do anything to stop you.
This was...interesting, i hope you enjoy! 💚
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No One Cares (HC)
Fandom: Obey Me
Pairing: All x fem!Reader, platonic.
Warning: kinda angsty reader? Reader doesn’t care if she dies.
Requested by: Anon
Prompt: Okay so we all know how dangerous the Devildom is and how often MC gets threatened by Demons and monsters alike. So I wonder how the Brothers and Dateables would react to an MC that’s just over everything. She just doesn’t care if something will kill her (especially since there’s nothing for her in the human world). Her face is always empty and unfazed by the Demons, Monsters, and whatever threats she gets. Lucifer:*threatening her* One of these days, I will kill you! *in Demon form* MC: Make it today then 😐When asked why she’s like this, she just calmly says “No one will miss me. I have no purpose alive other than be a burden for the exchange program.”
A/N: I can imagine MC having to deal with demon threats 24/7...and she would def become immune to it (even if she wasn’t over everything). >< Talk about having it tough.
Lucifer was angry at you for going near the grimoire, unaware you were simply playing hide-and-seek with his brothers.
He stood in front of you in his demon form and fangs bare. "What did I tell you before about entering this place?"
"Then punish me and kill me."
Your response stunned Lucifer and doused his rage immediately. Whenever he unleashed his demon form, he only saw two reactions: fear or will to fight back; never once had he heard a response like yours.
The Avatar of Pride returned to his usual form and questioned your response.
"No one will miss me. I have no purpose alive other than to be a burden for the exchange program."
"Is that what you think?" Lucifer asked, holding back his anger. "Do you realize what you mean to my brothers? Do you know how they would feel if something happened to you?"
The demon sighed. "My apologies for losing my temper. You are part of my family and will remain part of it. As the head of this family, I will see to it that nothing happens to you. I don't know what you have been through but don’t speak such words again."
Mammon saw a lesser demon threatening you, and in an instant, he jumped in front of you.
The Avatar of Greed asked if you were okay and checked your body for injuries.
"Why did you save me? You should've just let the demon kill me."
Mammon froze and could only stare at you in shock. He couldn't fathom why you would say such a thing.
"What? No one will miss me. I have no purpose alive other than to be a burden for the exchange program. "
"N-not...miss ya? Burden?" Mammon gripped your shoulders and shook you, "What's that supposed to mean?"
The demon was in turmoil. Were you mad at him for something? Did one of his brothers say something to you? Had he not told you enough that he cares about you? Do you not care about his opinion?
"I...I would miss ya..." Mammon's voice cracked as he averted his eyes from your blank face. "You know I care about ya, right? So d-don't even think about dyin' on me, 'kay?"
Asmo came to your rescue as soon as he saw a demon invading your personal space. "Sweetie, why didn't you call me? You knew I was nearby, didn't you?"
"Why bother? Let the demon kill me. It's not like anyone cares. No one will miss me. I have no purpose alive other than to be a burden for the exchange program."
Asmo was horrified to hear those words, and he almost felt wrinkles forming on his skin. "Why would you say that? Sweetie, did something happen? You know you can always talk to me, right?"
Seeing that you weren't ready to say anything, Asmo held your hands firmly in his. "I care a lot about you, as do my brothers. I don't know what prompted you to think no one cares about you or call yourself a burden. If you ever feel that way, then talk to me right away. I will always make time for you."
Asmo hugged you before saying you're his for the rest of the day. He hoped that you would open up to him and not be so harsh on yourself.
Until then, the Avatar of Lust wanted to keep your mind distracted.
"Normie, how dare you say that you know more about TSL than me?" Levi snapped at your joke and revealed his demon form. "Do you have a death wish?"
"Sure, go ahead and finish me. No one will miss me. I have no purpose alive other than be a burden for the exchange program."
Your words were enough to deflate Levi's rage. All he could do was stare at you in shock as guilt took over.
Levi backed away from you and averted his eyes. "I...that's such a normie thing to say."
The Avatar of Envy remained silent for a while, letting various emotions take over his mind.
"Don't...say that, normie. Don't. I care about you...you are not a burden. I am s-sorry for g-getting mad."
Levi didn't ask you, but he started to wonder if you had gone through similar experiences as him. He felt a knot forming in his chest.
“I am more of a burden than you,” he mumbled under his breath.
Beel heard a lesser demon threatening you, and in a flash, he was in his demon form, attacking the fiend.
He was worried the demon had already attacked you, so he started bombarding you with questions.
"Why did you save me? Should've just let me die."
As soon as those words left your mouth, Beel started to get flashbacks of Lilith. He stood in a mute stupor, staring at you with wide eyes.
The Avatar of Gluttony held his head in his hand and ferociously shook his head, trying to push the images out.
"N-no...I...I won't let you die!" Beel pulled you into a bone-crushing hug. "I failed to save her, but I will not let anything happen to you. I can't lose you too..."
When Belphie heard another demon threatening you, he wanted to finish him right then and there. But, he chose to glare the creature down before pulling you away.
"Why were you taking his threats like that? You should've walked away."
"Why bother? No one will miss me. I have no purpose alive other than be to a burden for the exchange program."
Belphie stopped in his tracks and blankly stared at you. He didn't understand how you could say something like that so calmly.
"I didn't like you at the beginning and didn't understand why my brothers liked you either. But now...you're part of our family. All of us would miss you...whether you want to believe me or not is up to you. Know that we will protect you at all costs. We've lost Lilith, but we won't lose you."
Satan was calm when he told the lesser demon to back away from you. He kept his cool when he watched the demon scurrying away. He remained levelheaded as he asked you if you were okay. But, he lost his cool hearing your reply.
"Why did you waste your precious time saving me?"
Satan held back his anger as he questioned your reply.
"No one will miss me. I have no purpose alive other than to be a burden for the exchange program."
Satan didn't change into his demon form but was ready to break the objects around him. "Who are you to decide you're a burden to me? Who are you to decide whether or not I would miss you?"
He stepped closer to you and sighed, "Don't ever call yourself a burden or speak on my behalf. If you have no one in your world, then stay in Devildom permanently. Also, if I didn't care about you, then I wouldn't have stopped the demon from hurting you."
Satan started keep an eye on you and even tried to spend more time with you as a way of showing he cares.
Diavolo had heard from others about demons threatening you in RAD, but this was the first time he saw it in person. The demon king standing behind you was more than enough to scare the life out of the lesser fiend.
"Are you alright? Where are the brothers? They're supposed to keep an eye on you."
"It's better they don't."
Diavolo looked at you, taken aback. "Why...do you say that?"
He knew he wasn't going to like the answer, but Diavolo never expected to hear you say no one cared about you, you were nothing more than a burden and had no purpose.
"I will not ask you about your past, but I can assure you your friends in Devildom are nothing like the people of your world." Diavolo gave a small smile, "We care for you and your wellbeing, myself included. Kindly refrain from referring to yourself as a burden."
The class bell disturbed your conversation, much to the Diav's dismay. "Seem like you have to head to class. Would you visit my castle after school? I would like to continue this conversation and remind you just how much of a worthwhile woman you are."
When Barbatos saw a lesser demon attempting to intimidate you, he thought you would try to defend yourself; instead, he heard you telling the demon to finish you.
Without wasting time, Barbatos changed into his alternate form and finished the lesser creature in a flash.
"That was quite a selfish statement to make." Barbatos faced you with no expression on his face.
“No one will miss me. I have no purpose alive other than to be a burden for the exchange program."
Those words did not settle well with Barbatos, but his expression did not change. "I can assure you there are people who care, including my lord. Please refrain from making such callous statements. Your friends in Devildom are willing to go to any extent to protect you. Remember that."
The butler excused himself but stopped and turned around, "If you wish to share your feelings, then I will gladly lend an ear. Please, do take care of yourself."
Simeon was shocked to see you unfazed by a demon threatening you. He was speechless when he heard you say, "If you have a problem with me, then kill me."
The angel couldn't understand how you could say such a thing, and that too with a straight face. After all, life is precious.
Simeon stepped in and threatened the demon using Diavolo's name.
"Are you alright? Um...my apologies for being nosy, but why does it seem like you don't value your life?"
Hearing you say “no one will miss me” hurt him a lot, but hearing you calling yourself a burden pained him to no end. He hadn't known you for a long time, but Simeon cared for you.
"Please, don't say such words. You are not a burden but a lovely and strong woman. Also, I pray that nothing happens to you. God knows I would miss you dearly...”
Simeon took your hands in his and gave a gentle smile, "Know I am here for you and always will be. If you ever feel as though no one cares, then think of me."
Luke heard a lesser demon threatening you and considered getting Simeon, but the young angel froze when he heard you say no one cares about you and you are a burden.
He ran to you and asked, "Are the demons hurting you? Are the brothers not protecting you?"
Luke shook his head and balled his fists. "How can you say that? I care about you! Simeon cares about you, so does Solomon. Don't insult yourself either!"
He paused to study your face and pouted, "I think of you as my sister...and I don't want anything to happen to you. Simeon thinks of you as a dear friend, and he doesn't want anything to happen to you either."
Luke threw his arms around you and whispered, "I will not let anyone hurt you, especially not a demon."
Solomon wasn't sure what to feel when he heard you tell a lesser demon to kill you that instant. He intervened and sent the fiend flying before the fiend could hurt you.
"Would you kindly answer why you asked the demon to kill you?"
Your reply didn't settle well with the magician, but he was amused that you managed to speak those words so calmly.
"Everyone has a purpose in life, and it's up to the individual to find it. Why refer to yourself as a burden? I surely wouldn't consider you to be a burden, and I'm certain the brothers, the angels, Barbatos, and even Diavolo feel the same way."
Solomon was curious about your past but decided to save that subject for a more appropriate time.
"If it's worth anything, then I can honestly say that I care about you. But, if you want to test out your 'no one cares' theory, then try telling a demon to kill you in front of the brothers and watch their reactions."
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