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obey-me-rot · 15 days ago
Praise Me?
A/N: Be a writing blog, they said, it'll be fun, they said. Next thing you know I'm swamped with graduate school and 100 different OC's that my mind decided to make. Long story short, this took far too long and I'm ashamed. I wanna dedicate this to @warm-meelk letting me rant to them as I as running out of ideas q wq Uhm, I'll post a pin of what I write and not write since I guess I'm taking requests. Anyways, enjoy my self indulgent shit. Warnings: Descriptions of gore, Emotional manipulation, implied cannibalism and just general no good bad behavior from the boys.
Demon culture is hard to grasp.
It wasn’t like good ol’ regular human culture. Sure there were some differences here and there but with enough practice anyone could work around them and possibly thrive.
But Devildom culture was another beast entirely.
Among all the dances, all the flirting, the parties and the cute touching moments, these seven demons didn’t fail to remind you that you were now the human master to the Seven Rulers of the Underworld.
And as your demons they had their own set of rules to obey.
As did you.
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You put your backpack down and squat in front of the school bench, coming face to face with Belphegor as the other continues to sleep despite your face being a mere inches away from his.
“Hey. Sleepyhead. Wake up.”
A smile appears on his face as he barely opens his eyes to look at you, instead giggling as he pretends to sleep on while you poke his cheek.
“I’m serious. We are supposed to be going home!”
“Mmmm...I’m perfectly comfortable here, though.”
Always the sweet talker, Belphie takes your hand and brings it close to his chest trying to pull you in as you laugh and try to pull your hand back.
“Come on MC, let’s just stay a little longer. I just made the bench comfy.”
“And where am I going to sit?”
The demon hums before sitting up and pointing at the seat next to him with a trademark shit eating grin.
“Here. So I can lay my head on your lap.”
At this point you can’t help it. You and Belphegor may have had a rocky start but he had deemed himself worthy to trust. Honestly, you never thought about it too hard. It was just family business after all, you had just been caught in the crossfire.
Not really, your brain fills in the gaps, you’ve been manipulated into believing him and had been promptly betrayed once your purpose was over…
But he apologized, right?
An apology from a demon. It was a big step.
You take your place and smile as the Avatar of Sloth’s hair now covers your lap. Soft and lush, Belphegor yawns again and makes himself comfortable while you run your fingers through his hair while closing your eyes and feeling a soft, cold breeze.
This wasn’t so bad...
A rough hand shakes you awake, knocking you out of your dream.
“Wake the hell up, human!”
Startled, you hold onto Belphie’s shoulders and look up at an angry looking demon, fangs out and ready to use as they point a finger at the bench.
“We’re trying to clean the school grounds and you’ve been loitering for an hour. Get out already!”
Oh. Oh! An hour? You fell asleep on a school bench for an hour!? Belphie was starting to rub off on you, wasn’t he? Your hands gently shake your demon awake while you give the other demon the most apologetic look you could.
“Belphie. You need to wake up.”
“Belphie we need to go!”
“I don’t wanna--!”
The demon speaks up again, getting closer and kicking right under the bench where your backpack was as hard as he could.
“Wake the fuck up already! Go and play with your human pet somewhere else!”
Belphie sits up slowly as you stand up and grab your backpack, wincing when you open it up and see the mess of books, notebooks and pencils now either bent, cracked or straight up destroyed.
Oh well, easy fix. These notebooks were easily replaceable and pencils you could get anywhere, book like this on the other hand would be a bit--
“...Did they do that?”
You jump as you feel Belphegor looking over you, bringing your backpack close to you and hiding it from view. He frowns at your actions before tugging the backpack out of your grip and looking inside, face devoid of any emotion as his gaze goes from the item in his hand to the demon now glaring at you both.
“Belphie. Come on. They need to clean.”
He growls. “They ruined something of yours.”
“It doesn’t matter I can just replace it, let’s go--”
Your demon moves faster than your words, Belphegor’s snarl ringing loud in your ears despite how far he is away from you. The lesser demon barely has time to react as Belphegor grabs him by the back of the head in full demon form and yanks him back onto the bench, his bright blue nails now far larger than you’ve ever seen them before as they dig deep into the scalp of his victim.
Belphegor grabs your backpack and empties it out, your belongings clattering onto the floor as he tilts the demon’s head back with one hand while the other starts bunching up your backpack into a small ball of nothing but zippers and strings.
In your head you are already yelling at Belphegor to stop but your brain is screaming at you to run away as fast as you can while your legs don’t respond to any of the distress signals and remain locked in place, forcing you to watch as the demon scratches at Belphegor’s skin but fails to do any damage as the hand holding his head now moves to his mouth and forces it open with a sickening crack.
“You were acting so high and mighty before.” Belphegor grins as he stuffs the bag into the demon’s mouth. “What’s wrong? Did you think I would let you walk away from ruining my master’s things?”
The demon scratches his throat when Belphegor pushes the bunched up ball deeper into their throat, a gasp escaping you as you see the outline of some of the zippers pressing right against the inside of their skin and threatening to pop out.
“Haha, I never knew scum could talk. Maybe if I shove this far enough down your throat and then pull it out, I’ll rip out your vocal cords as well. Then my master won’t have to hear your ugly voice--”
It’s pushing. Whatever is getting lodged in that demon’s throat is pushing to get out and you can almost see their nose bleeding from the pressure that is being created as their hands slowly stop moving and one of them falls limp--!
The words die in your throat as Belphegor’s hand is wretched out of the demon’s mouth, the bag now lodged in their throat as their fingers twitch against the now half destroyed bench. The Avatar of Sloth looks down at the demon before looking back at you, shoving him down so that they hit the ground with another sickening crack.
He smiles as he stands in front of you, your eyes looking at anywhere but him as Belphie waits a couple more minutes before clearing his throat.
You can only make a noise, it’s almost like you are trying to hold back from swallowing your tongue. He calls your name again before letting out a quick ‘oh’ and smiling as he pats your head.
“That’s right. You have no idea how to be a master. Haha, I forgot.”
His smile is soft compared to angry trails of blood running down his arms.
It takes every single ounce of your self control to not slap him away when he grabs your hand, Belphie leaning down to press your palm on the top of his head just like you had been doing before.
“You need to praise me...or else I’ll feel neglected...”
He closes his eyes and leans into your touch.
“And do something much worse.”
Praise? He wanted praise? For almost killing--no--he had just killed another demon in front of you in cold blood for something as simple as some ruined books! Your eyes actively refuse to look at the corpse a couple of feet away from you as your hands continue to run through Belphie’s soft hair, the shock leaving you to mutter a few words that you thought would be enough to satiate your demon’s bloodlust and keep you safe.
“Good...Good job Belphie…Thank you.”
Your demon smiled, letting out a soft hum as you two walked hand in hand back to the House of Lamentation.
He had a nap to catch up to.
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“You’ll like it.”
A bat’s eyes stares up at you as you do your best to not stare back.
“MC, just give it one bite.”
You give the sandwich in your hands a squeeze and see the eyeball pop out--
“Nope. Sorry Beel. That's just….this isn’t for me.”
Beel bumps you lightly as you both walk down the rather busy Devildom street, people walking around with several prime Devildom snacks as the food trucks behind you work overtime to try and feed all of the hungry demons that were patiently waiting their turn. It was rather sweet of your demon to invite you to one of his few lesser known hang out spots, one even his brothers didn’t know about, so they wouldn’t know about Beel eating half of these food trucks out of house and home.
Turning around, you look at the two food trucks that closed down already due to being labeled as Beel’s favourite.
Those poor souls, well at least they get their food’s worth in cash with how much Grim Beel was throwing at them to get the food out faster. The memory made you giggle as you hand the bat sandwich to Beel and look for something else to eat--
A large hand tugs you back as a demon speeds past you with cash in hand, your back pressing against Beel's chest as he looks down at you in worry.
“Don’t stray too far away from me, MC. I don’t want to lose you.”
The little flip flop your heart makes feels light and fluffy, a smile creeping up on your face as you nod and hold out your hand for him to take, Beel smiling as you two walk down the busy street to make your way back home.
Until you sniffed the air.
Your eyes turn to the direction of the delicious smell, your stomach growling as you tug on Beel’s hand and point to the only thing that seemed edible for a human person.
A popcorn stand.
Purple eyes shine as Beel repays the favor and tugs you towards it, a Little D running the concession looking up at you two and grinning as he sees Beel.
“Finally! Been waiting for the star of this whole show to notice me!”
“Aren’t you popular~?”
Your hand pokes Beel’s side but the demon is already drooling at the mouth, holding up one finger as he looks down at the very simple menu.
“One gargantuan bucket of popcorn with Devilcheese topping and chupacabra butter drizzled on top--”
Beel nods, realizing he almost forgot his manners.
“Coming right up!”
The Little D takes out a rather big bucket and starts filling it out, Beel’s eyes not once straying from the deliciously warm, popped kernels entering the bucket as you take your time to look at the rest of the concession stand. As much as you would love to eat some of the popcorn with Beel, your hand was most likely at risk if it ever came near the vicinity of Beel and his food.
Besides, your demon would most likely finish that in 5 minutes flat.
So you scan the other items in front of you before shrugging and deciding on a small bag of pre-popped popcorn. This was more your speed anyway.
“Oh and can we also get--”
The bag gets snatched away from you quickly as another demon stands beside you, slamming down a couple of Grim on the counter as he makes quick work of the snack. You can’t help but stare as the demon grabs a handful and starts eating, his eyes meeting yours once he finally felt you staring.
“...did you want this, human?”
The question isn’t asked with any apology or remorse. It’s almost as if he is daring you to say something. Something inside you wants to call out to Beel to come help you deal with the less than savory Devildom interactions but you had 6 months left in this needed to learn to stand up for yourself!
And by standing for yourself you meant saving your own ass.
With a grin, the demon laughs and throws a piece of popcorn at you.
“Good answer. At least you’re a human who knows their place.”
The piece lands on your jacket, your eyes rolling as you wipe it off and turn back to look at Beel.
Despite the sickening bone crushing sound as a spray of something flickered past your vision, nobody in the street seems to pay any attention to the now screaming demon behind you. You slowly turn around, looking down at the other demon now prostrated at your feet as the bag of popcorn was in Beel’s left hand--
And the demon’s arm was on his right.
“Order up--oh.”
The Little D blinks at the sight before frowning as he snaps his fingers at you, the demon’s screams now replaced with angry snarls and cries as Beel keeps holding him down onto the pavement. You put a hand over your mouth at the black blood now pooling under him and move away when the puddle starts growing outwards to you, your stomach churning and losing any sort of appetite you could have had at the sight.
“Hey human. I don’t care if one of your demons does this but mind taking it somewhere else? It’s going to wreck my shop.”
Wreck his--someone’s arm had just been ripped off!
Your eyes look to see if someone, anyone, was paying attention but the only thing you could seem to find were a couple of passing glances here and there as the rest of the Devildom went about its day despite the horrifying scene playing out next to them.
The Little D speaks up again.
“Aren’t you going to call him off?”
Beel’s usual friendly face is replaced with a calm anger as he stares down at the arm in front of him with a tentative look. He brings it close to his mouth, a similar string of saliva running down his lips as he opens his jaw---
He stops, eyes going back to stare at the way your legs were shaking and how much you were holding back from throwing up due to the smell of demon blood mixed with buttery popcorn.
“Scum like you aren’t worth eating.”
The Avatar of Gluttony drops the arm close to his victim, the demon quickly grabbing it and scampering off as you watch the droplets of black follow in his quick steps. You lean against the concession stand and put a hand over your heart as you try to calm yourself down and to get the bile in your throat to go back to where it belonged.
You jumped when you heard Beel calling out to you, your demon smiling as he took your hand and handed you the bag of popcorn you no longer wanted.
“This is the one you wanted, right?”
It was slimy. The popcorn inside was clearly not affected by the blood now sticking to the bag and your fingers.
“Or did you want some of mine? If it’s with you I’ll always share.”
That wasn’t the issue! He had just ripped another demon’s arm off and he was going to eat it--!
Beel calls out your name once again, smiling as he gets closer and looks down at you expectantly. You both look at each other for a good three seconds, the longest three seconds of your life, before the demon picks you up so that your backside is perched on his arm. A part of you was still willing to complain and demand that he get you down but he takes one of your hands and puts it on his cheek, kissing your palm while his tongue licks up some of the blood that had dried between your fingers.
“Did I do good?”
You can’t answer, the only thing you can do is watch as he presses another kiss to your hand.
“I heard human masters praise their demons when they do good…”
He nibbles on your thumb.
“Aren’t you going to praise me, master?”
A tongue licks right under your fingernail, trying to get to every nook and cranny almost as if he was savoring you--
Beel’s face lights up as he looks at you, eyes softening and bringing back the Beel you knew as you rub your thumb lightly across his cheek and do your best to swallow back the bile threatening to gargle its way up your throat once more.
“Thank you Beel...thank you.”
The touch of a master felt so nice, Beel thought, that it almost made it worth not eating what he had craved for in such a long time. But he was satiated with just this--the demon’s blood on your fingers tasted better than any topping he could think of.
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You laugh as you feel Asmo wrap his arms around you and tug you close, the music thumping in your ears as Solomon chuckles at the image you two make. It had been a rough week for Asmo with the launch of his new perfume line, the plans he had for his pop up stores and then the collaboration he wanted to do with Majolish that was almost late in its release--but somehow it had all finished right on time in what had to be the longest five days in your life.
Being a celebrity in the human world was hard, you thought, but being a celebrity in the Devildom was much harder when you had to do most of the collaborations and testing of products yourself.
Maybe that is why Asmo brought you along, you guessed. In a way, you were providing him with emotional support and praising him every step of the way whenever he managed to get one thing done and immediately move to the other.
There were no breaks this whole week, either for you or for him, so coming to the Fall after the announcement of the collaboration with Majolish was like the cherry on top of a pretty piled up ice cream sundae.
Asmo lets out a happy hum as he presses a kiss to your cheek, pulling away with a loud smooch as he settles into the backrest of the seat.
“Everything got done on time! I can’t believe those jerks at the perfume company thought to move up the launch to Monday when they knew that I would also be talking to the palette company the same day! I gave each and every one of those executives my calendar! It’s like they can’t even read…”
Solomon shrugs and takes a sip of his drink, looking out into the sea of bodies on the dance floor dancing along to the music.
“You are becoming increasingly popular lately, Asmo, maybe they just wanted to get the launch done soon so they could start another project with you.”
The Avatar of Lust sighs and leans against you, cuddling close as you run a hand through his hair instinctively.
You’ve been doing this two or three times for the past five days so it's almost become second nature.
“I understand that they do want to get me into as many ad campaigns as possible, but if that is cutting into the time I spend with MC then they can just wait.”
His eyes shine when he looks at you, your heart picking up in speed as he leans closer.
“Right, MC? You’re all mine tonight?”
You can’t help it, Asmo has been working hard and you knew he thrived off attention so you just answer without thinking.
“As long as you don’t tell the other’s about it...I’m all yours.”
Asmo’s squealing and his arms wrapping around you cover up the worried look Solomon sends your way--
Only to be interrupted by someone clearing their throat.
It’s hard not to stare at the pretty demon in front of you. She is wearing a beautiful dress that shows off every asset from her hips to her chest, making it hard to concentrate on just one thing as she sends Asmo a shy smile. Her wings twitch lightly, letting you see the way the inside skin of her bat-like wings caught the neon lights and made them shine even more.
You still hadn’t gotten used to seeing succubuses and it showed.
Your demon unwraps himself from you and sits up straight, the other sitting down beside him and subtly pulling him close to whisper something into his ear. He nods and lets her go, the demon waving at him and heading out to the dance floor as Asmo starts stepping out of the booth the three of you occupied.
You can't help but ask.
"What did she say?"
Asmo takes out a pocket mirror and fixes his hair.
“She wanted to dance. I think I saw her at the pop up store today so she’s most likely a fan.”
He snaps the mirror shut and sends a wink your way.
“I’ll see you two in a bit~! Don’t miss me too much, okay?”
Solomon waves goodbye as you watch Asmo get lost in the crowd, sighing as you let yourself relax.
“He certainly kept you busy.”
You chuckle and put your drink down, eyes staring at the demons losing themselves to the song.
“I didn’t was nice to see him work so hard on something he was passionate about. I never see him try this hard at RAD so I didn’t know he had such a work oriented attitude when it came to stuff like his product line. Especially when it comes to organizational skills.”
Solomon snorts.
“Did you see his face when one of the demons tried to stock the facial cream right next to the body wash in the store? I thought he was going to have a breakdown.”
Both of you laugh at the surreal memory as the music slows down to a smooth and intimate beat.
Swirling his drink in the glass, Solomon's voice gets serious as he speaks up again. “How much praise have you been giving Asmo lately?”
What...kind of question was that? Did he mean how much you had been praising Asmo this week or as a whole?
“A regular amount?”
There was Monday when you praised him with dealing with such a short notice change to the plans, Tuesday when Lucifer caught him trying to sneak away from RAD in order to talk to some other company that wanted to work with him and he ended up coming back to RAD instead, Wednesday was a day full of praise because you got to see Asmo’s work ethic first hand with the pop up store as well as how nice he had been to his fans, Thursday and Friday sort of blended together---
“You may want to cut it back.”
The beat drops low as the music gets more intense, the bodies on the floor grinding against each other as Solomon puts his drink down and makes an effort to look you in the eyes.
“Asmo hasn’t had a master like you before. You tend to be free and open with your affection and to a demon that is--”
“Sol, I'm not their master. I'm their friend. ”
You didn't want to explain this to Solomon again. The title of master was so pretentious, just because you shared a pact with the seven Lords of Hell didn't mean you could boss them around! And you didn't want to order them around in the first place!
The brothers were your family, Asmo was your family and you'd be damned if anyone tried to put you in a level above them.
Surprise is the first reaction you see in his eyes before Solomon concedes and drinks the rest of his cocktail, gently placing the glass down and sending you an understanding smile.
"The brothers really got lucky when they got you, didn't they? A human who is kind even to a demon."
He taps the table with his hand and stands up, a hand going up to stop you when you copy his movements.
"I'm sure Asmo will want to keep you here for a bit more. I think I can make my way to Purgatory Hall by myself."
Well, now you feel bad.
Solomon knew more than you on the matter of demons and pacts but you knew how to handle the brothers now. You’ve been with them a full year, that’s enough to know a person’s inner workings. You could handle Lucifer at his crankiest, Mammon at his craziest and Satan at his angriest. It wasn’t that you didn’t want to know more about pacts, it’s just that what you had with the brothers, what you had with Asmo, went beyond that--
Your view of the club is cut off as you feel a pair of hands cover your eyes.
"Guess who?"
Fight and flight instincts are subdued when you recognize the voice, your body relaxing and smiling as you touch the demon’s hand to pry it away--only to feel something warm and wet covering his skin.
"Ding! Ding!"
It's strange how quickly you’ve come to recognize the smell of demonic blood. The brothers had done their best to hide that side of the Devildom for you but you caught glimpses of the violence here and there. It was a demon’s nature, you supposed, but the strong odor always made your eyes tear up.
So having the smell so close to you now, it was making you dizzy and keeping you rooted to your spot.
"Oh? MC you are all tensed up--ah."
The tilt in his voice changes as Asmo pulls his hands away so you could blink away the spots dancing around your eyes.
"Do I smell bad, MC?"
You waste no time standing up, turning around and then walking behind the booth, pupils shrinking as you see the black liquid running from Asmo's arm all the way to the very tip of his fingers. Whatever isn't soaked up by Asmo's jacket drips onto the floor, each drop heavy and messy as they littered the flashing floor.
"I probably do to a human, huh? The feeling alone is disgusting--"
"Asmo what happened?!”
Why was he bleeding so much? There were no cuts in his jacket and he didn’t seem to be freaking out. Did something happen in the dancefloor, had someone tried to attack him--why wasn’t he more alarmed!? You stop investigating his arm when Asmo coos at you as he takes your hand and intertwines it with yours.
“Always so cute~ Are you worried for me, MC?”
“Yes?! Did you get into a fight--?”
“Shush shush.”
A blood stained finger taps your lips, Asmo letting out a sly grin as he leans close to whisper into your ear.
“It isn’t mine, darling, you don’t need to worry so much.”
Your hands try to tug away from his when he speaks but he keeps you close, his other hand wrapping around your waist as he forces your attention on his voice and his voice alone.
“The succubus I was dancing with? She was a bit...rude. I don’t know why she started making such accusatory comments about you keeping me all to yourself and not letting me pay attention to my fans, but she just let her mouth run anyway. She started saying such mean things about you, MC, I just couldn’t take it.”
He lets out a happy sigh, as if satisfied with the decision he had taken as he buries his face in your shoulder.
“So I just ripped one of her wings off to warn her. I didn’t think she’d spray this much out--ruined my entire outfit.”
Asmo presses a kiss to your neck as you try to pull away again but can only budge from his hold as he starts swaying you to the music.
“Hehe, I did a good thing, didn’t I? What is it Levi says? I protected your honor?”
His fingernails seem to almost dig into your back, your body now barely feeling like yours as you let Asmo move you side to side as the music switches to a love song from the human world.
“So shouldn’t I get some praise, master?”
You can’t breathe. It’s not just Asmo pulling you close as you feel yourself sag in his arms with how tightly he is holding you, you can’t breathe because of his confession and just how stupid you could be.
Solomon didn’t praise Asmo as much, in fact he was stricter with Asmo than the other demons you knew he had a pact with, and you had just blown off any sort of advice because you thought that you and the brothers were the same.
“Masteeeer~ Tell me something good...please~”
His words are no longer coherent but just mumbles as you feel him breathing you in as the music grows louder and louder and his grip grows tighter and tighter.
Asmo grins as he feels two hands embrace him, burying your face in his chest as you let him move you in whatever way he wants.
“...thank you...thank you for protecting me…”
He lets out a pleased sigh as he feels your arm rub his back up and down, his mouth opening up to lick and bite at the skin you were so carelessly letting him be so close but stopping himself. It wouldn’t make sense to worship his master with all this blood on one side of him. Words of praise were enough for now.
Once they get back to the House of Lamentation, he’ll ask for a different kind of reward~
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Demons do not necessarily have to please their masters but the stronger the connection the stronger the need to make their devotion shown. It is important that the connection between a demon and their master stays one of giving and taking. If the balance is shifted, the human or the demon may lose control of the pact entirely, leaving the remaining party to act irrationally. Just remember:
Your master is temporary.
What exists between you and your master is temporary.
Humans stay with humans, demons stay with demons.
You read the passage a couple more times and then take a peek at the blonde in front of you, blinking when you see Satan meeting your eyes. Both of you look at each other before he breaks first, smiling as he puts his book down and speaks up.
“How are you holding up?”
Looking down at your notes, you blink at the lack of writing on the page. You two had been studying here for an hour for your Pactology exam but your eyes had just been stuck on that passage since you first opened the book. You weren’t going to be forward enough to say that Satan was in love with you but you could admit that the feelings between him and you had certainly grown.
“I’m good just...studying, you know?” In fact, it had been that way with all of the brothers.
You weren’t necessarily friends but also not necessarily lovers. All of it was just a convoluted mess that all of you preferred to not give a name because of just how complicated it was.
Yet Satan had always been a bit more straightforward with you.
The rather direct straight messages, the always polite yet flirty attitude, the secret glances he thought you wouldn’t notice that used to make you laugh but now they made you worry.
Were you being too lenient?
The book was set up as a case study so there were some pages filled with stories about demons who had done atrocious things in order to please their masters in the name of 'love'. Some demons had killed entire royalty lines while others had topped over governments and kingdoms. It wasn’t necessarily spoken as if it was a bad thing, what a demon did when they were in love, it was just spoken as a sort of ‘warning’ that most demons should be the level headed ones in the pact relationship.
Lest they wish to be subjugated to a unilateral pact rather than a bilateral one, all for 'love'.
But maybe you didn't need to worry about that? The stories they spoke of were of some sort of twisted devotion a demon could have for their master! The brothers weren’t devoted to you like that. Satan still teased you from time to time and he knew you were still working your way around having seven pacts. Why would he be devoted to a human like yourself? Why would any of them be devoted to you in such a way!
You close the book as your demon comes to sit down next to you, Satan putting an arm around your chair and sliding closer so he could look at your notes. He hums at the blank pages before smiling and opening the book back up, scanning the index for a moment before tapping one line and flipping to the correct page.
“The test is going to be handwritten so you have to make sure you can explain this case in detail--” He flips back a couple pages, not noticing you looking at him as he clicks his tongue when he finds it.
“And this one as well. If you know these two by the time the test rolls around you should be fine, these are the professors favourite cases so they are bound to be on there--"
“Satan, how do you feel about me?”
Surprised wouldn't begin to cover what he looks like. Satan pulls away slightly to get a better look at you and then smiles as he tucks a stray piece of hair over your ear.
"Why the sudden question?"
You can't help but blush, he always acted like this even in public. Were you enabling him, maybe, by letting him do this? But it felt so nice--
"Just...want to know, you know?
Satan nods before flipping a couple of pages on the book and stopping on the page you were reading. He takes a couple of seconds to scan the words.
"Humans stay with humans...demons stay with demons."
He blinks and looks at you, his eyes fixated on every involuntary twitch as the library gets even more quiet.
"Do you believe this, MC?"
You look at Satan and then back to the book.
"What do you mean?"
His expression softens as he clears his throat.
"Well some of these books were written a very long time ago and times change. Just like the Devildom changes. Look at us, we have a library now. One with computers and everything."
"And not one with typewriters?"
Both of you laugh, the mundanity of it all setting in as you feel yourself relax. It was the same back in the human world, afterall. Things changed, people changed, everything was in a constant state of change so why shouldn't the Devildom experience the same thing?
You weren't doing anything wrong.
"I'll find a newer version then--"
"No need. The notes I took should be enough. Besides--"
Satan scoots even closer and leans over the table to grab his notebook, smiling as his hand grabs your shoulder and brings you closer to him.
"We can just study like this. Since we are at the library we should be keeping quiet."
With renewed confidence, you smile and lean against his shoulder as the hand on the back of your chair pulls you in closer to press a kiss on your cheek. The next few minutes are spent doing nothing but whispering to each other about the exam and several other questions you might have had before Satan mentions something about grabbing a book he needs and how you just needed to sit tight.
Your eyes had to stop staring at so many pact symbols so the break was highly welcome.
Rubbing them with your hands, you miss the demon standing up and walking towards your table.
The tone is stern but surprisingly polite, making you pay attention quickly as you greet the demon with a slight head nod. They take a minute to look at you up and down before speaking again.
“Listen...I really don’t mean to sound rude but I really don’t think you should be doing this outside.”
You blink and look around you, trying to find the clear social violation you had crossed, which only made the demon roll their eyes and tap their finger on the table to bring back your attention.
“I meant the affection, human. I understand that Lord Satan is proud or whatever of having you as his master but that sort of praise should be kept private. If you want to subjugate your demon like that, please do so where none of us can see---”
The liquid that hits your face is warm, disgustingly warm, that you immediately put a hand over your eyes and hiss at the small stinging sensation it seems to be leaving behind. A scream, far too close to you, makes you jump from your seat as you rub at your eyes furiously with your sleeve in order to see what had happened...or what was possibly attacking you.
You don't waste a second, you immediately react with your first instinct.
Your blood was pumping, your face was warm, every single hair on your body was standing on end as you finally rub and blink away the thing that was blinding you--
Only to be met with Satan's eyes shining as they look at you, a smile on his face while preening at the fact that you had called out his name, not once caring about the eyeball he was now holding in his hand and the demon kneeling in front of him gripping at the blood and skin that was now pooling and dripping down their face and to the floor while hazardously, screaming bloody murder.
Satan’s breathing is heavy as he throws the eye off to the side, smiling as he ignores the demon bleeding out on the floor in favor of taking care of you.
“What a shame, it got you all dirty.”
He takes a handkerchief from his pocket while his other hand went to delicately touch your chin--
Only to blink when you step away from him, his hand hanging in the air as he looks at you. You open your mouth to speak about what he had done, to give any sort of reprimand or punishment but the anger in your demon’s eyes as he smiled and tried to reach out for you again kept you from saying anything and only letting you close your mouth as his hand tilted your chin up.
“I was right. We should have just studied in my room. You shouldn’t have had to deal with someone like them.”
You can only stare at him in horror as he cleans away the blood slowly, licking his lips before leaning down to give your now clean cheek a brief peck.
“Aren’t you happy I was here to protect you, MC?”
Your eyes darted down to the demon on the floor, picking themselves up and running out of the library as everybody else continued working in silence, as if only a mild inconvenience had happened that had barely disrupted the atmosphere of the library.
“I did a good job, didn’t I? Getting them away from you..”
Why did no one help them? Why did no one stop it?
“You even called out to me.”
Your heart stops as your demon takes your hand and presses his lips to your knuckles.
“What sort of praise will you give me, master?”
No one stopped him because that was your job.
The text flashes in your head, a note you had also forgotten to jot down. You do not need praise from your master.
Humans do not realize it but their praise, due to the pact's effects, gives a sense of calm that is not present in a demon’s nature and can keep a demon subjugated and even persuade them to make the pact permanent. A demon will find themselves seeking out that praise indefinitely, leading to irrational acts of violence that aren’t stated in the pact and an increase in a demon’s possessive nature towards their master if praise isn’t given often.
Keep a level head and remember, you work for you and not for them.
Satan smiles as he feels your fingers on his cheek, wiping the blood away slowly as you try to continue the action despite the small thrum of pain on your thumb as you touched the now drying black blood.
“You did good...thank you…thank you Satan.”
It’s like he can breathe again, your demon thinks, with the way you are touching his hair and looking up at him. You looked so helpless and how could he possibly ignore such a cute look? He takes your hand and helps you pick the stuff strewn across the table, tutting at the mess the bug dared to leave behind on the notebooks.
But it didn’t matter now, his room was a lot quieter and a better place to study anyway.
If he and his master ended up studying at all.
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You sigh as your fingers move against the controllers, your character gliding on the screen as they did their signature move and jumped back onto the platform with great ease.
Good thing this was just the practice stage, you were pretty sure you wouldn't have made that smooth a-jump if you were playing against Levi.
Another sigh escapes you as you look at the door.
Where did Levi even go?
What was the point of playing a new game if he wasn't around to tell you every single detail about it? That was the first reason you had bought Demonic Gear anyway, to laugh as Levi complained or praised a certain feature in the game.
This game specifically had been one Levi was extremely hyped to buy, even inviting you to wait with him outside one of the few game stores the Devildom had opened for the release.
The experience itself was one you had to take part in, Levi insisted as he dragged you outside, one that would take a normie like you and turn them into a hardcore gamer.
Which you honestly couldn't care less about.
You just liked seeing him excited.
Was it silly to say that it also got you excited as well? Levi tended to share everything with you when it came to his interests that it made it hard not to get excited as well.
And with how often Levi tended to put himself down for having no friends, inviting you to something he enjoyed was probably the biggest test of friendship he could give you.
One, you would like to say, you barely passed.
You look at your fingers on the controller, frowning as you tap 'A' to restart the match.
Waiting in line with Levi had been a good experience like you thought, he had a backpack full of snacks and even warmers for your pockets so that your hands wouldn't get cold.
It was cute when you offered to hold hands inside your jacket pocket so that he also wouldn't feel cold, Levi nearly dropping a full chip bag in surprise as he sputtered about how he needed to keep himself bright and alert in case the doors opened early--!
Only to mutter in a low voice how he wouldn't mind doing it for a few minutes, just as long as you paid attention as well.
You smiled and let his hand intertwine with yours while huddled close, smiling whenever you felt him squeeze down just to prove that this was in fact real.
Maybe that had been your first mistake.
The doors had opened earlier than they had advertised, people immediately rushing in as the line moved fast and hazardously--
"Move over, human trash!"
It was fast, whatever the demon did to make you trip, but you barely could pull your hand away as you felt yourself about to fall--
Levi's hands were rough as he caught and pulled you away from the sea of people, hugging you tight to his chest as the demons in line quickly shuffled into the store and out with their copies in hand.
By the time you two were able to go in, there wasn't a single copy left.
The walk back home had been quiet, a look of guilt on your face as you tell him that the moment a new shipment came you would go back and buy it yourself--
But Levi just said it wasn't your fault and that he was just happy he got to hold your hand.
You insisted on going to his room and playing a different game but Levi asked you to just wait for him there, stating that there was something he needed to do before he could be worthy to stand by your side again.
That line alone made you worried. He only talked like this when he was really upset about something.
Without waiting one second, you run to his room and search up the game on the online store. Levi was planning to spend this amount anyway so it didn’t matter whether you purchased it online or as a physical copy, right!
Who were you kidding? It mattered to him...and so it mattered to you.
“Maybe I can reserve a copy now? Surely the shipment will arrive soon--”
“MC?” You jump up and put the remote down on his chair, smiling as you turn around to at least tell him about how you got him a consolation prize--!
Yet your gasp interrupts any sort of good news that you could give, almost tripping over yourself as you watch a small drop of blood drip off from Levi’s nails, the rest matted to the clothes of his demon form as he gave you a small smile.
“Levi!” All your thoughts are on immediately making sure he isn’t hurt, going to reach for his arm--but feeling your hand stopped by his as he immediately gets down on one knee.
“I took care of them, Master.”
“...what? Levi--”
“The rats that tried to hurt you.”
He looks up and you feel yourself back away, the hand grabbing yours tugging you back slightly as you look away from him. Levi had never looked so focused, his eyes never once breaking eye contact with yours as he switched from grabbing onto your hand to holding it with both of his hands.
“I saw their faces...the ones who did something so unforgivable. My instincts had told me to get rid of them right that instant but my Master needed my protection first.”
Levi presses your hand to his cheek and closes his eyes.
“But I followed their scent afterwards, the sick scent they had left behind on you when they got too close. They hadn’t even gone straight home to play the game they had stolen from us--they were just bragging...bragging about their foolish attempt to hurt you.”
He smiles as his hold gets tighter.
“But a fool always gets what a fool deserves.”
You remembered that line. The fourth book from the TSL series, the line the Lord of Shadows whispers to Henry before killing off one of the Lord of Fool’s messengers who had been sent to take Henry away. You remember Levi talking about how that book nearly had not been printed because of such a graphic detail on the description of the murder, revealing a side of the Lord of Shadows that fans may not have seen before…
The quiet and reclusive Lord, ripping the arm of the messenger clean off before proceeding to gouge out the inside of the stump with just his nails, the messenger only being able to scream in pain as the viscera gathered in a pool of meat and blood right next to his feet--!
Your hand twitches in realization as the blood burns your skin slightly, like when you put it far too close to the stove when it was clear that you needed to pull away.
“And better news yet, I reaped their spoils for you...for us…”
He shakily presses your hand on his head, his smile getting wobbly as a small trace of saliva slowly drips down the side of his lips.
“S--So please...praise me, my Master! Praise the good job your demon has done for you…! The Hero he has become for you!”
In your head, you remember the rest of that scene. The Lord of Shadows had turned to Henry with a nervous but victorious smile, claiming how he had saved his friend from being taken away from his side. Yet the book spoke about Henry's sudden and tiny fear of what the Lord of Shadows was capable of, his praise not born from gratitude but from fear of what would happen if he didn't give the once evil Lord what he wanted.
So you spoke your line perfectly and with what must have been the same fear that Henry felt as you gently ran your fingers through Levi's hair.
" friend. My hero...thank you for keeping me safe...and keeping me close to you."
Levi feels his heart beat fast at your words, his breathing now ragged and heavy as he feels your words affect every single nerve in his body.
This...this was his first headpat! A headpat from his Master! Of all the items he could have possibly gotten from this quest--this was the rarest item of all! Even if he had to go and waste his time with some normie demons, it really had all been worth it! All for his master's praise!
Maybe if he begged enough...their Master would spend the night with him as well?
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Your leg was bouncing more than you’d care to think about.
How did you even get into this mess? It wasn’t that you were unsupervised at any time during the day, Mammon was always the one insisting he walk you to and from classes the first few months of your pact with him so it was almost impossible to be alone..
But demon's were crafty and you had let your guard down while in RAD.
You look around and sigh, Mammon was really late.
It had been his idea to meet in this cafe, why was he the one late!? Your leg starts bouncing again as you look down at your phone and the rather glaring message that was from an unmarked number.
[You better not forget your promise, human, else we'll go after your scumbag protector!]
As much as you loved Mammon, it was getting harder to get him out of his debts nowadays. Not that you could possibly pay off any sort of debts that he had, you were sure some of them were in the millions, but this one had been different.
Some demons had managed to corner you outside of RAD, telling you that Mammon had given them a fake human artifact and how they wanted the 'real' thing.
You had made a face apparently because they told you it wasn't something that disgusting and that they weren't the kind of demons to 'mess around' with humans and how that was only for freaks.
They just wanted something of yours that they could sell.
Which, okay, you could do that.
"Mammon, where are you…"
They had agreed to meet you in an alley near the cafe you were currently at, one of the reasons you said yes to Mammon in the first place. You were just going to have coffee with him and then excuse yourself to give the demons what they wanted. It was going to be the quickest exchange of your life if only your demon would get here!
You grab your phone and shoot back a quick message, telling them to be patient and that you would be there in a few minutes.
The promise was getting harder to keep though.
With the ghost waiters staring at you and the other demons looking at you pitifully for sitting at a table all alone, you were starting to get more and more upset by the minute.
This was spoiling Mammon. Lucifer was right, you were actively spoiling Mammon at this point.
But how could you say no to him! Mammon may have his moments and, yes, he may have tried to sell something of yours but almost all of that cash that he seemed to get back went to get small presents for you and him! Your entire shelf back at the House of Lamentation was filled with little knick knacks he had bought you over the past few months and even the sight of them were enough to send your heart flying.
Any gift that Mammon gave you was stored and kept away at a very special place, both in your room and in your heart.
You weren’t shy about it either, any sort of jewelry he would buy would be worn by you the next day. It was met by annoyed comments and an occasional outburst as to why Mammon had such bad taste in jewelry but you knew that was the brother’s usual way of teasing you and him.
Your eyes go down to the bracelet you were wearing, smiling as you rub your thumb over the small golden links that kept it hanging around your wrist.
He had done so much for you, it was time you did this for him.
[Mammon! I need to go somewhere first! I’ll meet you at the cafe when I can, okay?]
Good thing you didn’t tell him you got here first and even better thing that you didn’t order anything. The chair scrapes against the cobblestone as you make your way out of the cafe, running down a somewhat familiar street as you try to find the correct alleyway.
“In front of The Fall and then take a left, in front of The Fall and take a left--”
You smile as the lights of The Fall greet you, illuminating the only alleyway that could possibly fit the description. Digging into your pockets, you pull out the artifact you were going to hand over and nod in determination.
“Hand it over and get out...nothing hard about that.”
Your hand goes over your heart as you try to calm it down while you turn and take the first few steps in--
The name escapes you before you can take in the image in front of you, a pair of blueish eyes staring at you Mammon’s leathery wings open up to hide the splatters of blood all over the concrete walls, but failing to hide the thing that he was holding in his hand.
A head. A head with a spine underneath that curved so perfectly, just like horns adorsninf the top.
The horns of a demon who looked so so similar to the one you had spoken to today--
His fingers immediately drop what he is holding on the poorly hidden pool of viscera strewn around him before retracting back to the fingers you were so used to seeing steal that it was so different to see them covered in blood.
"Why didn't you wait a the cafe…?"
And although you know it's him, you know that Mammon would never hurt you, your body takes a few steps back when he turns around to face you entirely.
Mammon in his demon form wasn’t anything new but your brain had equated it to match more serious events such as being in the Demon Lord’s castle or a dangerous situation. So seeing him in this form, with blood almost dripping off the leathery garments as he turns to look at you and calls out your name again in a worried but serious tone.
It was getting harder to fight your survival instincts.
He holds out his hand and you quickly recoil away, Mammon looking down and cursing when he sees it is caked with viscera and demon blood, the stench of it getting heavier the closer he gets to you. Quickly wiping it away, your demon wastes no time in meeting your steps as his hand goes to grab the back of your head and his arm wraps around your waist to pull you close to him.
“Why didn’t you tell me they were bothering you?”
Your eyes were stinging from the smell of death all around him, which you guessed was a good thing since you didn’t even know how to answer his question.
“When did they get to you...I was with you this entire week…”
It was like he wasn’t even directing these questions at you, just thinking out loud to himself as you feel his wings stretch out so that you wouldn’t be able to see the bloody mess on the cobblestone street--
A hand runs through your hair as Mammon hugs you tighter, your lips now pressed in a thin line as you hear vague whispers of what he should have done to them in the first place if they had dared to come and talk to you so openly.
“They shouldn’t have been around you, none of them have, nobody but me should be around you always…”
Your hand grips at his bicep as you feel his hold tighten.
“I had to protect my master...who else is going to protect you but me?”
He quickly pulls you away slightly and cups your face, your skin crawling when you feel the other hand he had fail to clean press against your cheek as he forced your eyes on him.
“You really should have told me something sooner...but I don’t mind forgiving my Master for something they couldn’t control.”
Mammon smiles and wraps his wings around you, so that nothing could possibly deter you from staring only at him.
“...I’m your protector, aren’t I?”
His hands fingernails lightly dig into your cheek as you jump when he speaks again.
“Say I’m your protector...please Master…”
It was fight of flight for you and the only way you could defend yourself was to soothe the beast in front of you with the words he wanted to hear.
“You’’re my always protect me…”
Your eyes never tear away from him as you copy his movements, cupping his cheeks and doing your best to hold back tears as the worry inside of you morphs into an awful dreadful feeling.
“Say it again.”
“You’re my protector…”
“Thank you for protecting me…”
“Mammon please…”
Your demon lets go of your cheeks as you start to cry, smiling when he feels just how shaken you were by the whole situation. It must have been scary to be bullied by those scumbags, wasn’t it? But you didn’t have to cry anymore, your Mammon was here to protect you from everything that wished to take you away from him. He presses his lips to the corners of your eyes before hugging you close, reminding himself that from now on he would never dare to leave you alone.
His master deserved his protection, even if they didn’t know they needed it.
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“Nice to meet you!”
You try to hold your smile just as you are holding out your hand, looking at one of the many Dukes of Hell that Diavolo was introducing you to during one of his many birthday parties.
Only for them to once again ignore you, smiling at Lucifer as they shake his hand and go back to enjoying the party.
“...well so much for that.”
You sigh and let your hand flop to your side as Lucifer stares at the guest walk away before turning back to you and offering you a sympathetic smile. As much as you wish you could return it, it was annoying to think that Diavolo had once again invited you to one of his many parties and decided to ignore the very clear fact that you were still a human.
And that most demons, especially demon royalty, tended to hate your guts.
No matter what you could possibly represent, you were still one of the races that they believed themselves to be superior to and no amount of smiling and hand shaking could fix that.
So it was annoying that Diavolo still thought that he could put you in those situations and pretend like there was nothing wrong.
“Did you see how she looked at me?”
“They were most likely impressed by your outfit, they had the decency to look at you at least.”
“They stared into my eyes for one second before ignoring me and being all smiley with you.”
You make a face as you turn towards Lucifer and give him your best aristocratic ‘I’m so much better than you’ gesture.
“Why Lucifer, you look just as radiant as the day we met! Would you save a dance for me later on tonight?”
Lucifer chuckles and takes your hand, leading you towards the stairs of the great palace.
“As much as I enjoyed the joke, I will have to let you go. One of the Duchesses of the Seventh Layer of the Devidom has asked for a dance and Diavolo fears she might throw an earth shattering tantrum if she does not get her wish.”
Your eyes look out towards the crowd as you spot the duchess in question, her eyes not once staring at you but almost drilling holes into Lucifer’s back as she tapped her fingers against her arm in anger at the mere thought of being kept waiting.
“Oh her? I like the hairpin she has on.”
Letting go of Lucifer’s hand, you go up the first few steps as Lucifer’s eyes remain fixed on your form.
“Her hairpin?”
“Yeah. I think it was a ghost lily? Either way, it was beautiful. It looked like it could go well with either long or short hair, those kinds of hairpins are hard to come by.”
You grin and turn to look at Lucifer.
“You think it’d look good on me?”
He doesn’t get to answer the question as you feel a rumble underneath your feet, both of you turning to stare at the fuming woman making her way towards you.
“That’s my cue. Good luck!”
Lucifer calls out to you but you are already halfway up the stairs, giggling to yourself as you realize just what your poor demon had to go through by being Diavolo’s second right hand man. That Duchess looked far too angry to be a regular demon, if you had stayed any longer she would have probably killed you right where you stood!
Well, not like Lucifer would let that happen.
Despite already being far away from the crowd, your smile stays on your face as you make your way towards one of the many balconies around the castle. The air is fresh and cool on your face as you lean against the dark marble to take in the view of the Devildom from Diavolo’s castle.
Whatever this had been, whether a cultural exchange program or some form of divine punishment, it was becoming easier to manage.
In fact, it had become a lot easier to manage once you had Lucifer’s pact mark imprinted on your left eye, officially making it the most prominent pact mark on your body. As much as you wished to believe that you had accustomed yourself to regular ol' Devildom life, Lucifer's pact mark had done most of the heavy lifting.
And that alone was enough to make you feel guilty.
The point of this entire 'exchange' was to lessen the strain of many years of conflict between the three realms and while Simeon and Solomon were pulling their weight, with Luke following behind rather dutifully, you had still struggled with basic demon interactions.
Until you got Lucifer's mark.
It didn't necessarily get better, but you were snarled at less by those who didn't want you there and that was enough to count it as a positive.
You press your hands against the marble of the balcony and let out another sigh. Didn't this just prove you were also putting pressure on Lucifer? Ontop of what he already had?
No. You weren't about to be a dead weight to your demon.
With how often Lucifer took care of you? And how much he said he treasured you? No! You refused to be a burden to him!
Shaking off the sadness you take in two deep breaths before humming and thinking of a way to possibly repay it back to him. You two dancing at Diavolo's party would be a bit too much for guests--so maybe you could dance here?
Yes. Yes!
You grin and put your hands up as if you were with a partner, doing your best in imitating the basic waltz steps that Lucifer had taught you. Surprising him by offering to dance outside, with the moon shining down on you two as you thanked him for all he had done!
Best idea you've had this whole cultural exchange, really.
You laugh and spin around but a barrier stops you from making a full spin, hands grabbing your shoulders and keeping you in place.
"Are you enjoying the party, Master?"
Perfect! He had finished!
"Lucifer! I had an idea! How about we--"
The hairpin catches your attention first, the ornament being just as beautiful as close as it was at a distance yet speckled with something red against its shiny gold leaves as Lucifer held it up to you--
You push the hairpin away from your face as Lucifer smiles and leans into your touch, your left hand cupping the side of his face that had been sprinkled with the most blood. Your eyes go down to his collar and gasp when you see angry, red lines running from under his chin all the way to his collarbone, making his black shirt look even darker with the blood it was now absorbing.
And yet he didn't seem panicked, just smiling calmly as he holds your hand and presses it against the harsh wounds.
"Lucifer, we need to get you some help! We--We need to get Barbatos or Diavolo! Oh my stars you're bleeding so much--!'
"What happened! Is anybody else hurt? Why didn't you call for me--!"
You yelp when you feel Lucifer pressing your hands against the wound, the blood feeling wrong against your hand and skin but it does help from feeling the angry ridges from where the skin had been ripped.
"Do I look in pain?"
No. And that's what worried you the most.
" don't but--"
"Believe me, these wounds are more than welcomed. Especially when they are a sign of how I protected you."
He keeps your hand pressed against his wound, pressing it closer and closer until you were sure that the tingling sensation in your hand was the feeling of it lightly burning your skin.
"The Duchess was just a pest as I thought but one good thing came from her corpse. I figured if a demoness that could run her tongue for so long didn't need her head to begin with."
The words don't hit you until you feel the hairpin pressed against your hair, feeling it clip into place as Lucifer adjusted it just a bit.
"No matter if short or long...I think this hairpin suits you best."
Lucifer smiles as he wraps one arm around your waist, keeping your hand trapped against his wound while he pressed a kiss to the tears now forming around the corner of your eyes.
"It's alright, Master, no need to thank me with your words. This should have been expected of me in the beginning..."
He smiles as he takes your other hand and places it on his shoulder, gently guiding you through the steps you had danced by yourself as his lips move from your eyes to your own trembling ones.
"Although it would be a shame if I had to go after another duke or duchess all to seek out my master's would be a hassle for Barbatos to clean up…"
Lucifer smiles as your lips quickly press against his, your entire body trembling against him as he continues to guide you through your little dance. How awful, you were probably cold from standing outside so long…
He'd be a waste of a demon if he didn't warm his master up, but he guessed that it would be appropriate to look for a private room first.
No need to let the pests see how cutely his Master cried for him.
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astaroth1357 · 23 days ago
How the Obey Me Cast Would Protect MC
With all his (considerable) might.
Keeping his human safe in such a dangerous place is a point of pride to him. To attack them, then, is to besmirch that pride… and you can imagine the consequences of that.
Cold and brutal, but also swift and effective. Lucifer will have any attacker who comes at them cooked to a crisp then served to Cerberus by lunchtime.
If someone were to actually hurt MC, he'd take it as a failure on his part and seek to "fix" it by any means necessary. An eye for an eye is not nearly strict enough, even a light bruise will make him go for the heart.
To his dying breath.
They are one of the best things to happen to him in centuries so do you think that he's going to let them go easily? Of course not!
Mammon is no slouch. He's second oldest and second strongest, so any intruder better take him seriously. His speed is his greatest weapon and he'll end a fight before it gets to start.
Mammon would 100% lay down his life if it meant keeping MC safe. He wouldn't think about it nor hesitate and his attacks are pretty reckless in kind. Anyone who hurts MC won't be able to hide behind his self-preservation, they're always going down even if he's going with them.
With the force of a Grand Admiral.
Usually, Levi prefers to stay out of confrontation. Not because he's too weak to fight but because he's often too much to handle.
This man's opening move is to summon a seven-headed sea monster that floods the local area and chews his opponents to pieces... How much worse do you think he can do when he's serious?
Levi isn't put into the spotlight very often and he'll rarely enter a fight head-on, but for MC he'll win any battle, any time. He's bringing a tank to a water balloon fight and he doesn't care who screams, "HAX!!!"
Like a beast without a cage.
Don't be fooled by his brains and good manners, under all of that lies a bona fide demon.
"Savage" doesn't even begin to describe Satan when he's pissed and being a threat to MC will get him there in a millisecond. He's every bit as remorseless as Lucifer, but without the careful efficiency. Breaking every bone takes time.
And again, that's only if he considers someone a threat. To anyone who actually hurts MC, there'll be so little left Simeon will have nothing to pray over... Promise.
As if they were a part of himself.
Asmo has gone on record many times saying how much he loves himself - he could kiss a mirror, he loves himself that much. But when MC stepped into his life, they became a part of him too.
So all that anger he gets when he sees a chipped nail? The fury he feels when someone ruins his hair? He feels the same when someone hurts MC, but tenfold. 
The people who hurt them aren't just attacking his image, they're attacking his soul - and he responds in kind. No punishment is too steep at that point. Even if it was his charm, he'd say they did it to themselves.
Like he's sworn an oath.
In the Celestial Realm, Beel was ready to lay down his life for Lucifer. He doesn't see much of a difference here, really.
Defending his loved ones is in his DNA - it's how he thinks and operates. The moment the MC befriended Beel, whether they knew it or not, they had a bodyguard for life.
He's already lost one family member but he'll never lose another. He'll be the first to leap to their defense and the last to ever call it quits. Satan may leave a little, but Beel will make sure there's nothing left when he's done.
Like there's finally something worth fighting for.
Being as lazy and lethargic as he is, most people wouldn't pick Belphegor as their protector, but for MC? He'll wake right up.
Belphie had been running on autopilot for a long time after losing Lilith... If he had any reason to fight anymore, it'd be for Beel but it's not like his twin needs the help.
The MC is different… so human and as fragile as ever. Though it feels like they could disappear at any moment, he'd never let it happen. He'd burn everything to the ground first.
With the power of a King.
Just take a moment to actually appreciate how insane someone must be to want to hurt MC with the Demon Lord at their back...
Does this even need elaboration? He would maim them, eviscerate them, send an army to trample their bones, then resurrect the pieces to do it all over again!
For the good that the MC has done him, his realm, and the world at large - he wouldn't settle for anything less. But of course, no one would be that stupid anyway… Right...?
Quietly, from the shadows.
Barbatos knows where he fits in the world. He doesn't need any fame or glory, nor to be looked at as some kind of hero (because he most certainly is not).
Barbs will take every measure possible to be sure that threats are dealt with, but always behind the scenes. He's a man of many talents, thus it never takes him very long.
The MC is his Lord's guest and very important to everyone there… Their stay shouldn't be marred by something as trivial as fear. They can just keep going about their day as usual and he'll keep the threats buried out of sight... literally.
Without mercy.
All the kindness in the world can't hide one thing, Simeon is a living weapon - plain and simple - as an Archangel it's in his job description.
Loyal but pragmatic, Simeon will do or say what he needs to in order to get the best outcome he can. He's an angel, but he'll bend or even break the rules when MC is involved...
If they're in danger, he will defend them however he can and with all his might. There's no room for forgiveness or talking things out. He's risked everything for them before and he'll do it again and again…
Even if the world burns...
To say that Solomon has a "different" way of looking at things would be charitable. Either from prolonged corruption or centuries of a lonely life: his methods, priorities, and even logic can be a bit iffy to others…
Likewise, for reasons only he knows (perhaps the emotion called "Love"), he's decided that the MC is worth protecting above all else. He will hold true to this.
The stars could be falling and the planet cracking to pieces sending mayhem running through the streets as the Three Realms collapse around them - but he will do everything in his immense power to safeguard the only thing that matters - his MC.
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Obey Me! Sharing a bed headcanon (brothers + bonus: Diavolo)
Huge thanks to @asmararadinmas and @reneotomegirl for betareading!
So… after some time in a relationship there’s a question of moving in together and sharing a bed and actually sleeping next to each other, gasp, with your pyjamas on.
not used to sharing a bed and his blanket at all, so the first few nights would be difficult until he gets used to that
prepare to get elbowed in the middle of the night, pushed to the edge and generally forced out of his space
and his space is basically the whole absurdly huge bed, this is his reign and he’s a dictator
the blanket is his reign too, you will not keep or get the blanket back, resistance is futile
probably the only way to actually stop him from that is snuggling to him – this way you can use his pillows and his blankets, and he seems to get calmer and more civil
if he wakes up in the middle of the night, he will likely snuggle too, because he’d be too sleepy to try to maintain his distanced persona… but since he already almost pushed you out, now you’re both dangerously close to the edge of the bed
also, being the little spoon works for him pretty well, though good luck making him admit that
he’s not used to sharing a bed with someone but it doesn’t stop him from clinging to you as if it’s the most obvious thing to do – saying he’s a sleep cuddler is a huge understatement
this applies to his legs too. Expect that he will use all his limbs to keep you close
despite that he will probably still steal the blanket… good luck freeing the blanket from his  tangled limbs
prepare to wake up often when he tosses a leg over you or… accidentally slaps you when turning to the other side and dragging you with him
those moments when his breath or hair tickles you, or you’re in an uncomfortable position but cannot get out of his grip even a tiny bit
or when you’re overheated from all the warmth but he’s not letting go
you mean sharing the bathtub? There isn’t much space in there so cuddling is unavoidable
but this way he can’t steal the blanket, not that he would anyway - but this way he wouldn’t be robbed of the blanket either because otherwise he’d probably let you snatch it along with his pillow
if it was a bed he’d be the one to get chased to the edge and fall out of it, so maybe it’s good that it’s a bathtub and falling out of it would need some dedication
you’re warm so he’d totally snuggle
surprisingly, not an octopus person, probably too shy to really try to embrace, at least at first, so he basically will just press his face into your shoulder or crook of your neck
so you’ll have to cuddle him on your own and become his pillow, at least until he gets bolder
not a bad deal, is it?
generally quite civil and you won’t have to deal with being accidentally hit, kicked or slapped
or in any way experience you’re sleeping next to someone, because he’ll likely keep his distance and stay very far away
but if he targets your blanket and you try to resist, expect the blanket to be forcibly torn out of your grip
snuggling to him out of the blue might be a bad idea – he definitely isn’t used to that and might wake up panicking… and before he really wakes up, you might get yeeted out of the bed. 0/10 would not recommend
until he gets used to sleeping next to you, a sneaky approach is recommended – hold his hand and he will pull you closer on his own… probably waking you in the process, but oh well
probably will always keep a rather loose embrace
but you better appreciate that, because it’d be troublesome to try to get up for bathroom if he traps you but refuses to wake up - so maybe it’s better this way
sharing a bed isn’t a new thing for him, so fortunately he won’t push you out of the bed and won’t hog the blanket
he will stay on his side of the bed and will keep some distance
if you take more and more space in your sleep, he’ll probably end up curled in the corner
it’s not that he doesn’t want to cuddle, he’s just not used to receiving affection in sleep and just moves away
will probably wake up and panic a bit if spooned out of the blue but definitely will like it… and the fact you reached out for him to give him an affectionate hug in your sleep
once he gets used to sleeping next to you, will reach out himself and snuggle to your side or spoon you if you don’t spoon him on your own
used to sharing a bed, will be the least troublesome of everyone
won’t ever accidentally kick, slap or in any way get into your space
at first he will be reluctant to reach out for you and will just stay on his side – so basically you can do whatever you want, stay away or snuggle to him
probably will even let you push him into a corner or the edge of the bed and will just curl in the small space you’d leave for him
when snuggled, will be happy, and will quickly start initiating the cuddles too - he’s definitely a sleep cuddler but reluctant at first since he’s unsure if it’s really welcome
with time he’ll stop running away and if slapped or elbowed, probably will pull you into an embrace instead of giving up the bed space
used to sharing a bed but not exactly used to giving up its space
while he won’t accidentally hit or kick you, expect him to take up the whole bed and push you out or treat you like a pillow
basically will either push you out or keep you in an octopus-like hold, no middle ground
resistance isn’t recommended, because once he catches you, you might not be able to get away
if it’s a warm season, beware of overheating in his hold
it might be very uncomfortable if you’re forced to stay in a weird position because that’s how he caught you
will he ever learn moderation? Unlikely
he will learn however, how to embrace you so you are comfortable and don’t try to wiggle out of his grasp, so at least you don’t wake up sore
 Bonus: Diavolo
if you’re afraid of the consequences of being slapped, hit, kicked or crushed by him in your sleep, your concerns are reasonable, considering his build, but fortunately groundless
as the ruler of the bed he’s very lenient and very calm in his sleep
will bravely bear with all the accidental hits you might give him and will probably let you take up more space than you should, so have fun pushing him to the edge, at least as far as he lets you
but won’t let you steal the blanket, the blanket is his to hog
he himself will rather seek you and try to get closer if he doesn’t meet any resistance – sleep cuddler from the first night
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simeons-hips · 5 months ago
I think Mammon is the only brother that would willfully give up his demon form to live as a human with MC. Everyone else has a greater benefit/responsibility in the Devildom. Mammon, however, has nothing other than his brothers and his possessions.
By becoming human, the witches wouldn’t be able to summon him and he could start fresh with human currency. He’d be one of, if not the strongest human wherever he goes thanks to his tallness and muscle he maintains in his human form.
Mammon is also the most likely brother, imo, to want to start a family with MC. With how much he adores MC and his habit of spending lots of money on his significant other, I can definitely see him as a dad, spoiling and supporting his kid(s) as well as his spouse.
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The other brothers I think would be most likely to give up their demon form for MC would be, in order, Levi, Satan, and Beel.
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bbelphie · a year ago
Okay so may I present to you the softest of soft requests? Some hcs on Mc waking up a little bit before the demon boys and just kinda enjoying the genuine relaxed face. Maybe some gentle cheek rubbing, playing with their hair and just as they’re waking up, a ver soft good morning kiss?? Oh pls Great One?
of course ! and as you asked afterwards, i will add lucifer. ( btw i’m soft for sleepy luci 👀 ) + also new headers !! i’m still deciding about it though, so it’s a test.
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when you two finally sleep together, it indicates that lucifer feels comfortable enough to let you see the moments when he lets his guard down. or he fell asleep because he got too tired and will just deal with anyone that tries to take a picture of him later with proper punishment.
either way, waking up beside lucifer is an ultimate blessing (jokes intended?). there wouldn’t be other moment so peaceful as such, where you’re having a first class seat view of lucifer’s sleeping face. he seems so relaxed and at peace, in contrast with his usual demeanor through the day.
somehow, even unconscious, lucifer keeps his elegant pose on. his expression serene and oddly composed — almost as if he’s completely aware of what’s happening in his surroundings.
since lucifer doesn’t get much sleep, it’s better to be the quietest you can be, so that he doesn’t wake up. he is prone to wake up very easily, since he can sense sudden movements and nearby noises quite well. that being said, be careful on how you act around sleeping lucifer.
nevertheless, waking up to this wholesome view would do wonders to anyone’s heart. the oldest and most powerful of the brothers, by your side in one of his most vulnerable states.
when he finally wakes up and meets your eyes, a small but genuine smile traces his lips, and he mumbles a “good morning”. with sleep still hovering on his mind, lucifer gets closer to your form while yawning.
“have you been you watching me, dear?” after you sheepishly confess, lucifer laughs in a low and husky voice. you’re the only one he would ever let see him like this. soon after, another yawn escapes his mouth. he admits to you:
“forgive me, it seems i’m not a morning demon.” bringing his palm to your cheek, he slightly caress the skin while staring at you lovingly. “you, however...”
lucifer stops mid sentence to give you a soft kiss on your forehead and another on your lips. it was a such a peaceful moment, almost as if you and him are the only ones awake in the whole devildom. and neither of you dared to break this spell.
this rare but still fleeting moment met its end when you heard mammon’s screams across the hall. lucifer loudly sighed as he speculated about what he did so early in the morning and how to punish him.
giving you another kiss, now long and more passionate, lucifer bid you farewell before starting the day. throughout it, he found his thoughts lingering on that moment earlier, making notes to thank you properly at night for being the reason of his good mood.
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being it just an act or not, his gentle demeanor is always activated whenever he falls asleep with you. he cherishes and appreciates you, and likes to demonstrates it not only through words but with actions as well.
that being said, expect to be always held in his arms in some way while you both are asleep. even if you’re the one spooning him, he’ll be embracing tightly your form while resting his head on your collarbone or neck, your scent slowly drifting him to dreamland. either way, it’s the kind of embrace that makes you feel protected.
when both of you are already comfortable with each other on you relationship, satan allows himself to let his guard down. when it’s just the two of you, he can’t help but feel relaxed.
while sleeping, satan is either the closest he can get to you physically or maintaining a certain distance to respect your personal space if you ask him to.
when you wake up earlier than him, you can’t help but find yourself lingering at the bed after a glance of his face. it was quite a adorable sight: his hair messy, lips slightly parted as small puffs of air passed through. satan looked so vulnerable and innocent, with a almost childlike aura surrounding his body among the sheets.
carefully, you run your fingers through his hair. his soft and golden locks wrapping around your fingers, slowly waking him up from his slumber.
“mhmm... good mornin’.” still sleepy he hugs your form, bringing it closer and resting his head on your neck before he speaks again. “should we begin getting ready?”
if it’s still early, he would stay in bed talking to you until the sleepiness dissipates fully and the time comes for you to get up. with his fingers dancing in circles on your back, his eyes attentive to every word that comes through your lips, you two chat about the things you’ll be doing through the day.
satan doesn’t hesitates in wrapping his hands around your waist and lean towards your lips to give you a last kiss before parting ways. his mind memorizing your flustered face as he walks down the hallway with his signature smile on his face, now fully ready to start the day.
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victors-toe · a year ago
Lucifer, Diavolo and Beel with an MC who wants them to sleep on top of them? Like their chest on top of mcs.
Lucifer, Beel & Diavolo with an MC who wants them to sleep on top of them
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Snuggles were a normal part of your night time routine with Lucifer, as in the bedroom was really the only time he was comfortable with showing you much PDA. 
But, when you suddenly requested for him to lay on your chest instead of your head on his, he was quite taken aback.. Although, he did find it pretty amusing.
Lucifer had always been the dominant one in the relationship, as he saw himself as the more superior species, it was almost natural to him that he was the one that protected you and took care of you. 
But.. He figured that taking the backseat for a night and entertaining your thought wouldn't be too horrible of an idea. 
After asking you if you were sure, he gave you a smile before laying his head down on your chest. He was obviously avoiding putting his entire weight on you, not wanting to accidentally hurt his love.
He thought the way you gently ran your fingers through his hair was adorable, not even realizing that it caused him to quietly drift off to sleep. 
You wanted him to do  w h a t ? 
You wanted Beel, a tall, massive demon to lay on top of you..? 
Beel was clearly pretty confused upon hearing your request. He didn't understand why you wanted him to, weren't you afraid of possible injuries? Suffocation? Beel wasn't exactly the lightest demon in the Devildom after all.
But.. he didn't exactly have the heart to tell you no, either. 
After you had to reassure him a couple of times that you were completely okay with it and you would let him know if he was hurting you, he, very gently, set his head on top of your chest. 
He felt pretty awkward at first, between not wanting to hurt you and being so accustomed to being used as a living body pillow for so long. But after he felt your lips gently plant a kiss into his hair, intertwining your fingers with his bigger ones, he was nothing more than putty in your arms in a matter of moments.
Diavolo had always told you that he'd do anything for you with no questions. But.. This one was a little iffy. 
Similar to Lucifer, he found his human mate wanting to be in a more dominant position for a small while was quite endearing. But, he didn't let these thoughts fog his logical thinking. 
He tried to make you realize how dangerous it could possibly be, considering how much bigger he was compared to you. He wanted to make you aware that he wasn't at all what was considered light, and even more so in human standards. 
He had a difficult time denying his princess/prince anything in the first place, so after hearing you practically beg him to lay on top of you, he gave in out of pure guilt. 
He actually thought the situation was quite adorable, he liked the change of pace and how happy you looked after he gave in to your request. 
He gently pressed a kiss onto your stomach, humming happily before closing his eyes and drifting off to sleep. 
I hope this is okay! I’ve had a bit of a writing block here recently but I’m still trying to get requests out! ^u^
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cloviaglade · a year ago
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Headcanon that Solomon is trying to pact Levi
but Levi is also trying to take him down because 72 pacts is too much and he is a threat to devildom. The Grand Admiral of the Navy is probably trying to free hims lusty brother from a unfair pact.
And our hoe ass is distracting him from his mission.
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asmoyonce · 4 months ago
lucifer: so how did you guys get into a car accident?
mc: well, we were driving and there was a deer in the road and diavolo didnt notice. so i yelled ‘dia, deer!’ and do you want to tell lucifer what your response was?
diavolo, reluctantly: yes, honey?
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weebswrites · 10 months ago
The Demon Bros: Waking up from their first sex dream about you
• His alarm goes off and he jolts upright in bed, thoughts and images from his dream racing through his mind
• He realizes that he’s very hard, and his face is covered in a deep blush
• He sorts out his little (big) problem, and goes to breakfast, desperately trying to get his mind off the dream
• He’s almost successful, until he opens the doors and sees you sitting alone at the table, wearing a tank top and shorts
• “M-Morning, MC” he stammers
• You look up, “Lucifer? Are you alright?” you ask, never having heard him stutter before
• “Yeah, I’m fine. Just tired” he brushes off the question, and you can tell something is up, but don’t want to push him
• “Alright Luce, come sit. I’ll get you tea” you say, pulling back the chair that’s next to yours as you get up, walking over to the table to get him his favorite tea
• You accidentally bump into him, and his face blushes deep red
• “Lucifer, are you sure everything is okay? You know you can always talk to me”
• “Yeah, sorry. I didn’t mean to bump into you”
• You can feel his eyes burning into your back as you make his tea
• You walk it to him and set it down in front of him, his eyes staying locked on you the entire time
• “Lucifer…” you start, but he cuts you off by pressing his lips to yours
• You’re surprised, but definitely not upset about this, and once the surprise wears off you grip the back of his hair with your fingers
• The two of you get pretty carried away, you’re straddling his hips when Asmo opens the door and gasps
• “Finally!! Congrats, MC!! You finally put the moves on Lucifer, huh”
• You blush, and Lucifer smirks at you, “Oh? So you’ve wanted to do this for a while then?”
• “Oh damn, did Lucifer make the first move? I wasn’t expecting that!” Asmo giggles, “But either way I’m glad you two are finally clearing the sexual tension
• You clear the sexual tension all right, for the rest of the day and into the night oops
• It’s the middle of the day when he’s suddenly hit with the memory of his dream
• He’s hanging out with you in his room, you’re doing homework and trying to get mammon to study for a test he has
• He goes silent, and you look over to see a hand over his mouth, like he’s in shock
• “Mammon?”
• “It’s nothing…don’t worry about it human”
• You punch his arm playfully, but he jerks away
• Your heart stings, and it’s clear on your face
• “MC, shit, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to do that…”
• “Mammon…what was that?”
• He doesn’t want to be honest, but he knows you’ll get the truth out of him one way or another
• So, he tells you
• You blush, like a lot
• He gets a bit rambly at the end, talking about how he hopes this doesn’t change your friendship and that he doesn’t want you to be upset with him
• Only one way to reassure him that you aren’t…
• A kiss!
• He’s !! at first, but then relaxes into the kiss
• “I’ve wanted to kiss you for a while now, Mammon. This was the perfect excuse”
• He get’s all cute and blushy
• “Awh, you have a crush on the Great Mammon!” he teases
• “Shut up~” you blush, and lean in and kiss him again
• You feel like you could kiss him for hours and not get tired of it, so that’s exactly what you do
• He wakes up covered in sweat, breathing heavily
• It’s 3 in the morning, so he knows you won’t be awake
• Wait, you’re his best friend! He can’t have a sex dream about his best friend!
• That’s when he hears his phone vibrate, and it’s none other than you
• Within a few minutes you’re knocking on his door, wearing the hoodie he leant you no less
• “Levi…I had a nightmare…can we cuddle” you whisper, usually not this forward but it was 3 am and you just wanted to be in your crush’s arms
• He nods, and the two of you walk to his bed
• You notice he’s a bit, well, hard, and don’t know whether or not to mention it
• But it’s 3 am and you’re hit with a wave of horniness, so when he spoons you you push your ass against him
• You feel him tense up, but the quiet moan that escapes his lips is validation enough for you to slowly begin grinding against him
• His hand holds your hip as you grind against him, both of you breathing heavily
• You turn to face him, the two of you locking eyes and silently agreeing that you were going to take your friendship to the next level
• You climb on top of him and resume grinding against him, bringing your lips together in sloppy, hungry kisses
• You have sex, and fall asleep in each other’s arms
• The next morning you’re both 😳, but you confess to having liked him for a while and by the time you’re at breakfast the two of you are officially dating
• He fell asleep in his chair reading again, but notices the blanket draped over him, bookmark carefully placed in his book that was not placed on the table beside him
• He quickly places that you were reading with him, and blushes at your kindness
• His blush then deepens when he’s hit with the memory of his dream
• Clips of you kissing, grinding against him, him thrusting deep into you in every position he could imagine flying through his mind, and he realizes that he’s very hard because of it
• He turns to look at his bed, and is surprised to find you in it, sitting by the window and reading late into the night
• You notice him stir, and turn to look at him. You’re dressed in just one of his tee shirts and your underwear. “Hey there sleepyhead” you tease, “Want to come lay down?”
• He nods, but realizes he can’t get up without you seeing his ~issue~
• “Satan?”
• “Mmmm…I’m gonna stay here for a minute” he says, and you think you know what’s going on
• You stand up, walking over to him and swaying your hips a bit more than usual, letting his shirt graze your thighs
• You watch as his eyes trail your body, smirking as your heart rate increases
• You stand at the front of the chair and lean over, resting your hands on the arms of his chair and putting your faces close together
• “Satan~ Why won’t you come sleep with me~” you tease, fully accepting that you were basically confessing to him
• He exhales with sexual frustration, and you lean even closer
• “Satan…” you whisper breathily against his lips, and before you know it his hands are holding your face and he’s kissing you deeply
• You spend the rest of the night making his dream come to life
• He wakes up ~fashionably late~, and is in the middle of picking his outfit when he remembers
• He blushes a bit, but chuckles to himself
• “MC, MC…you’ve got me…huh” he admits to himself, and sends you a quick text asking you to come to his room
• You arrive within a few minutes, and can tell that he has something crazy he’s going to propose
• But you didn’t expect that he was going to confess a sex dream about you !
• It’s not like you hadn’t had them about him, but you didn’t think he’d had them about you
• “So, whaddya say? Care to make my dream come to life~”
• You blush and nod, “It’d be my pleasure~”
• You simultaneously bring your lips together and running your hands up and down each other’s bodies
• You walk to the bed together, falling back on it with him on top of you, rolling his hips perfectly against yours
• He starts kissing down your neck, and you shakily breathe out his name, begging him to keep going
• You go for quite a few rounds, him bringing you to as many climaxes as you bring him
• He’s surprisingly calm about the whole thing
• That is, until he sees you in the kitchen, still in your pajamas and sleepily eating a bagel
• He quickly checks you out, which you act like you don’t notice
• You heart was warm at the sight of him coming in, and it beat fast when you saw him check you out
• You get up and walk to him at the fridge, slipping your body in front of his and pressing against him
• “Morning Beel” you say, exaggerating the tiredness in your voice because you knew he thought it was cute
• “Morning baby” he responds, not realizing the pet name until after it slipped out
• You smile, turning around to face him and reaching your arms up and wrapping your arms around his neck
• “I like the pet name, honey. You should keep using it”
• He blushes, but nods. He looks into your eyes, trying to read them
• You make it easier for him, “So Beel, does this mean I can call you mine”
• He’s a bit taken aback by how forward you’re being, but leans down and presses a kiss to your forehead
• “Please~”, his voice is soft but confident, and he feels like he’s been in love with you for as long as he can remember, even though he just realized it this morning
• You bring his face down and lightly kiss his lips, smiling against them
• “Good” you say, heart smiling with love for your boyfriend
• He’s woken up from a nap abruptly, eyes shooting open with realization over what just happened
• He can usually control his dreams, which is why he was so surprised by this one
• He knew his heart felt different around you, but he didn’t think anything of it
• Until now, that is
• And he jumps out of his skin when he hears you knock on his door, “Belphegor! We have class, let’s go! Lucifer’s getting pissed!”
• “Uhhhh fuck” he groans, “Gimme a minute”
• “One minute, and then I’m coming in” you warn him, not wanting either of you to face the wrath of Lucifer (and also because you loved how much his room smelled like him)
• You wait about 20 seconds before opening the door, and you freeze and blush when you catch him shirtless, only in boxers
• “Damn, my bad” you say, but don’t move
• You hold eye contact for a moment, neither of you saying anything before you take the move and trace your eyes down his body, stopping on his boxers and tracing the outline of his length, which you note is very hard
• You step in and close the door behind you, locking it
• “Belphie~” you tease, walking towards him as he backed up towards his bed, nervous about what your intentions were
• “You put a hand on his bicep, and squeeze lightly, “I can uh, help you, if you want” He takes a moment to think, but nods and presses his hips to yours
• You miss your first class of the day heh
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phairfantooooom · a year ago
Obey Me Explained….. Kinda
In which I do my best to explain the shit hell that is the Time Travel in Obey Me. 
Spoilers: It’s absolute bullshit
So we start in chapter uhhh 15 technically since the plot twist is explained that Barbatos is actually a OP Time Wizard, which feels like a throwaway plot device… like dude there are so many ideas and you use Time Travel? Come on.
However I do appreciate the Yugioh Pyramid room. Good taste.
Anyways Barbatos gives you VERY CLEAR INSTRUCTIONS ON HOW TO NOT FUCK UP and what does MC do? Why THEY FUCKING BREAK VERY FUCKING RULE IN THE LAWS OF TIME TRAVEL. *screams in quantum physics*
Barbatos’ Rules of Time Traveling (It’s more so Timeline Hopping but you know what, I can scream all day but it won’t change anything)
Do not reveal you are from the future (More like don’t reveal you are from a different Timeline or Universe)
Do not meet your past self (Hello??? Doppelgängers??? Stay the FUCK away)
Don’t make contact with others from the past. (Go back, observe how Belphie got out and then get the hell out)
To get back to this point in time (Read: Timeline) you need to KNOCK and ENTER through the door you used to get to the past 
Now you may be thinking, Huh? What door? I don’t remember going back through a door in the story…
And you would be right. You didn’t.
From here I’ll be explaining the Timeline and order of events and speculation as to why it occurred the way it did. 
For reference. There is the Original Timeline. Which is OT1, this is the Timeline of chapters 1 to the end of 15.
The Second Timeline, OT2 is the Timeline where Belphie kills you.
The Third and Final Timeline, OT3 is the Timeline we are currently in. Which is from Chapter 16-12 and onwards.
Alright now that’s out of the way let’s get this shit sorted shall we?
When you go through the wack time travel door you are sent back to Chapter 12-13, to the perspective of the brothers as they hide so that THIS TIMELINES YOU can go romance/befriend/ WHATEVER Lucifer. 
So we start with OT1’s MC dropping into Mammon’s bedroom. You know, possibly fortnite like. With everyone in there. Worst possible outcome. And rather than fucking BOLTING, you stay and chat. You know, despite being told not to. You have the option to lie about how you ended up in the room but it doesn’t change the FACTS.
At this point, there are two MC’s. One from OT1 and one that is currently vibing with Lucifer.
The boys end up kicking you out of the room and telling you to go chit chat with Lucifer, unaware that there is already a different version of you doing that.
So you hear Lucifer and your other self coming down the hall and this is where shit starts to get weird.
Regardless of which option you choose (Run, Hide, Turn Invisible- which by the way seems kinda like a weird option right? I’ll get to that later) you end up going into Lilith’s room.
Now. Directly from the transcript.
It’s so warm in here.
I recognize this place. It feels like someplace I know very well.
Now. Time to over analyze. You may be wondering why this matters. I’ll get to that in a bit I promise.
It’s stated that it’s warm. But really that doesn’t make sense. The room is stagnant. Nobody comes in or out. The room is abandoned since Lilith is dead and nobody uses it. However, I have a theory that Lilith is spiritually attached to your body which is why you sense what you feel.
Lilith probably has plenty of memories of sitting by the FIREPLACE in her room with Beel and Belphie. A lot of times people with spirit attachments get senses of déjà vu when they are near places that the Spirit used to frequent when the Spirit was alive.
The next area of weirdness is Leviathan. He comes in, unannounced and addresses you as if you were Lilith.
I’m coming in, okay?
Aha, I thought I’d find you in here.
Wait, Belphie’s not here?
Huh, that’s weird… He was just telling me that he was going to stop by your room.
Both of you were playing hide-and-seek, right?
He said he couldn’t find you. He looked like he was about to cry.
Why don’t you try to go find Belphie yourself? I mean, I guess it’s hard to say who’s it at that point, but still.
Well, see ya later.
Alright. So we have a lot to unwrap here, but I’ll make it short and sweet. Something clearly happened when you KNOCKED and ENTERED Lilith’s room (Hint Hint Nudge Nudge) What happened you ask? You jumped timelines. Which is why everything seems disjointed and jarring. It’s not supposed to be normal or feel normal, the game is subtly telling you that you aren’t supposed to be there.
Time is beginning to fray at the seams and when you exit the room you jump into another timeline AGAIN. As you go to the stairs to get to Belphie which you would think should be vacant, they are not.
From a casual players perspective you’d think oh! Well Lucifer and past me are in the living room, and the brothers are in Mammon’s room. So it’s all clear, right?
From the moment you exited Lilith’s bedroom you entered the OT2 Timeline. Which takes place roughly right after Lucifer imprisons Belphie in the attic. And at this point in time, you haven’t arrived in the Devildom yet.
I make this assumption based on the transcript:
Belphegor: What scares you is the thought of disappointing Diavolo, isn’t it?!
Say something! Lucifer!
The old Lucifer wasn’t like this. He wasn’t afraid of what someone else thought of him. He wasn’t pathetic like that.
Lucifer: You’re free to think whatever you want, Belphegor. Also…
I’d say you’ve changed as well.
It would seem weird for them to be arguing like this in the present since it’s like. Wow y’all are really just arguing over the same plot point for an ENTIRE year? Damn and I thought I was stubborn.
Lucifer comes down the stairs. You hide and yadda yadda and you goooo upstairrrrssss
Oh boy oh boy this gets FUCKED in hurry folks
So you YOU can just. Open the door. Without Lucifer’s pact? 🤔 k. And then you go and have familiar dialogue choices to wake Belphie up and blahhhhh
Let me get something off the table here. I am calling entire Bullshit on the Lilith is my ancestor origin story. I hate it and you may or may not hate it too so I’ll present a better argument.
Lilith, the lovely gal that she was, upon remembering who she was when she died decided to haunt the House of Lamentation. Which would provide reasoning as to WHY people believe the House is haunted.
When you come to the house of Lamentation to stay with the brothers you catch Lilith’s eye, and she sees that you have the potential to fix the rifts between the brothers. When she attaches herself to you she forms a pseudo pact with you. Why is this important? Because that’s how you got the dumb door open in the OT2 Timeline.
Now some of you may be screaming, BUT THEN HOW DID IT WORK IN THE ORIGINAL TIMELINE THEN HMMMM? And to that I answer. Lilith could see how the conversation between Lucifer and you was heading and she went to go unlock the door. And before you yell and say BUT SHE IS A GHOST-
Ghosts can manipulate objects, yeah? All she had to do was open the door.
Now this is my theory, in the canon of the game it uses garbage Terminator Time Travel logic which is A PARADOX. Feel free to fight me on this, I have receipts.
Anyway. You open the door. Oh but! You can choose to call out before you do. But conveniently nobody answers. Which means one of two things. Either Belphie falls asleep very quickly, or something else is at work here.
Remember those turn invisible options? Kinda strange right? I mean they wouldn’t even work anyways so why were they listed? Answer: Lilith. Lilith is a ghost so at times of being discovered it would be easy for a ghost to just vanish. That’s why it’s listed as if it were one of the choices you would instinctively make.
Belphie had just been conversing with Lucifer, and while he is the Avatar of Soth, you have seen his anger. He wouldn’t succumb to sleep while enraged. And he has no reason to ignore you either.
What do I think? 
*puts on tin foil hat like it’s a crown*
It’s because something isn’t letting him hear you.
I’ll get to that something later. First things first.
You get in the room and you have some…. choice dialogue. In OT1 Lilith had let Belphie out and naturally since she is attached to you, you have the same instinctive reaction to do the same. The difference is that you are still you. That’s why there is a Lilith choice and there is a you choice.
Transcript of Chapter 13-10
??? (Lilith):
Wake up…
Sorry Belphie…
Now the choices from Chapter 16-4
Wake up. (Lilith)
Belphegor. (MC)
Sorry. (Lilith)
It’s okay. (MC)
This might be over analyzing but fuck it. We ain’t here to under analyze. 
Moving right along, remember how I said we are at the point where you weren’t in the devildom? Well you went through another door, and jumped timelines again. And not ONLY that but you jump into the body of the OT2 MC, your memories are those of OT1 but you are in the body of OT2.
Where is your OT1 body? It’s hidden by the stairs patiently waiting for you to die so you can inhabit it again.
Weird right? But it makes sense, and here is why.
When Belphie brings you to the edge of death you are lying on the border of the afterlife. As such you would be a lot more susceptible to, let say, communication with ghosts.
A.k.a Our good Lilith.
ALSO NOTE Lilith never outright says she is our ancestor and as such I’m going to ignore what Diavolo says because I don’t trust him for reasons. Don’t get me wrong, I love the guy but I don’t trust him. At. All.
I’m more inclined to believe that Lilith was trying to say “Because you are my last hope.” Rather than descendant. I mean she outright says she chose you and that she has been watching over you and the brothers. Fact-check brought to you by Chapter 16-10.
Alrighty. Still here? Good.
Lilith lends you some of her power. And you pop back into existence.
Now at first I thought. Oh hey Lilith reversed time! That’s neat, now Barbatos isn’t too OP.
Except…. that’s not what happened at all.
The body you had been killed in was in Mammon’s arms. And your OT1 mind and body are now in what I call OT3. The final timeline. Not the true timeline, but the final one.
Now you really should skedaddle back to the palace and go to the yugioh room AND LEAVE 
But you get caught. And things get very very…. suspicious. History at this point IF we were time traveling would be fucked, but since I don’t believe we are, we are still golden.
But a moment later Leviathan sees you. And things get funky. The OT2 you vanishes, we have canon confirmation that both OT1 and OT2 WERE REAL VERSIONS OF YOU. No fakes here folks.
Now. Here is what piqued my interest.
You explain the story of Lilith and Belphie calls you a liar before Lucifer proclaims it to be true. Then Lucifer asks you how you know about it.
When you tell him the truth, that he had told you, he denies it and asks for an explanation. Before you can so much as breathe a response someone intervenes.
Who you may ask? 
Diavolo, of course.
He makes a proclamation about you being Lilith’s descendant and your connection to her. Lucifer often tries to interject but is shut down. Every. Single. Time.
Hmmmm indeed.
Spiritual attachments, if they are strong enough can cause visions. And you may see memories from the spirit. 
I firmly want to believe that all this is bullshit in an attempt to distract us from the fact that we are not in the correct timeline. 
I mean…. did anyone notice just how easy Belphie gave in once Diavolo used the Lilith card? I mean, seriously, the guy killed you. And attempted to do so again not even five minutes earlier!
Diavolo and Barbatos don’t want you dead. And naturally you’d reason that of course they wouldn’t! The exchange program requires you to be alive after all. But what if…. there is more to it? I have reason to believe that Diavolo has more in mind than just the exchange program.
I mean this is the same man who Barbatos serves, it would be easy for him to just…. manipulate reality. We saw an example of this when the OT2 body vanished.
However keep in mind that the Diavolo and Barbatos we are speaking to are not the same as the original ones. These two are from OT3. And they might have a very very different agenda when compared to OT1.
In Chapter 16-19 we ask Barbatos if we warped history.
This is what we get back:
I know I told you that I have the power to see both the past and the future, but the truth is that there’s one more secret —something I still haven’t mentioned.
You see, I have the power to select from any number of different potential realities and make any of them into the sole reality.
Within the various potential realities, there are an infinite number of versions of MC…
...however, in the sole reality I chose, the one and only MC is the one right there. That’s why the previous MC disappeared while you remained…
Now by this logic, there are an infinite number of Barbatos’. Which poses an interesting question. OT3 Barbatos is acting as if he is OT1, which he is not. But him acting shady isn’t not the big issue here, believe it or not.
He can manipulate reality. Unravel it at his fingertips. He himself could have gone back and figured out that the ghost of Litith was the one to have opened the door. Which begs the question, why didn’t he?
Either OT1 Barbatos does not possess the ability to manipulate reality or he had withheld information on purpose. 
Now that’s a scary thought. I mean why would they withhold information unless…. unless…
You were a danger.
I am in the belief that Barbatos of OT1 is on your side, he gives instructions on how to get back. Because you NEED to get back. There are consequences for messing with time, like…. getting stuck in a parallel reality. *wink wink*
On the other hand… if Barbatos of OT1 COULD manipulate reality then why bother with you unless… there was an extra variable at play.
What if Barbatos couldn’t see what happened. What if Mister OP Time Wizard suddenly encountered an anomaly with you? What if this entire situation was orchestrated by Diavolo in an effort to figure out why Lilith attaches herself to you?
But. The horror doesn’t end here folks.
I believe that OT3 Diavolo and Barbatos are lying in an effort to keep you here, in OT3. After all, Barbatos just yeeted the OT2 MC into smoke after all. And we have NO idea where the OT3 MC is. Honestly I have a very funny feeling that you, the OT1 mc, have powers of your own. Ones that are not related to Lilith.
Because Lilith is just lending her aid, you already have something there for her to boost.
You traveling back in time (Timeline hopping, fight me) May have been a test, a test to see if you had powers locked up inside you.
And I think that you do. I think that we are being played as a fool and that there is something much larger at play here.
Or - And please hear me out - I’m going stir crazy in this quarantine.
Hope you guys enjoyed 💚
A/N this took me about 2 hours? To write and bounce between apps. This is about 2.8k words. Maybe I’ll come back and elaborate more on this but it’s late and I’m tired lmao. Someone take the tin foil away from me-
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eisehaus · a year ago
*tall MC who likes to wear heels sometimes.*
Mammon, on the verge of tears: I'm so damn conflicted...
Asmo: Oh? What is it this time?
Mammon: MC in heels...
Asmo: What's wrong with that? They look fine as hell if you ask me!
Mammon: I'm usually taller until they do that... I don't like it. But also, I love it... MY EMOTIONS! I CANT HANDLE THIS SHIT!
Asmo: Are you kidding? That's the best fucking part of them in heels! Oof! Makes me swoon!
Mammon: Shut up switch.
Beel: I think MC looks beautiful with or without heels.
Mammon: No one asked you giant!
Lucifer: You know, for once? I actually agree with Mammon.
Brothers: Wait, what!?
Lucifer: Heels let MC look me in the eyes... I don't like it. But hot damn... Those legs though...
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obeymesluts · a year ago
Ass Grabbing Headcanons [ Demon Brothers ] Slight NSFW
Thank You Teddy For The Inspiration!
On One Of The Many Occasions You Got In Trouble
Lucifer Made You Clean His Office
Taking A Break From His Work, Lucifer Checked On You
He Walked Into A Breathtaking Sight
You Were Bent Over, In The Process Of Picking Up Books That Fell Over
Smirking To Himself, He Approaches You Quietly
He Grabs Your Ass, Earning A Squeak From You
“You’re Doing Such A Good Job”
He Gives Your Ass A Small Squeeze
Before Leaving Your Flustered Form Alone
Let’s Be Honest, He Wouldn’t Have The Courage To Grab Your Ass
But Asmo Promised 10 000 Grimm If He Did It
Mammon’s Actually Shaking While He Makes His Way To You
He Goes In For The Grab
But You Turned Around Before He Could Grab Your Ass
Now His Hand Is Gripping Your Thigh
Mammon Blushes, Mumbling Excuses
“Do You Want To Try That Again?”
You Whispering That In His Ear Made His Knees Weak
Making It More Difficult To Follow You Back To His Room
Levi’s Not One To Just Grab Your Ass In Public
So While You Were Above Him,
Kissing Down His Neck Slowly,
He Let Out A Whine, Having Enough With Your Teasing
Before Both His Hands Reach Behind You
Getting A Good Firm Grip On Your Ass
This Earned A Glare From You
“You Impatient Brat”
Levi’s Grip Loosened,
Catching Sight Of The Rope You Had Retrieved
Satan Huffed,
Glaring Daggers At The Demon, Sitting Beside You
Their Hands Were Practically All Over You
But He Knew You Didn’t Want To Come Off Rude By Telling Them Off
So When You Stood Up From Your Seat
Satan Rushed Over, Giving Your Ass A Nice Slap
The Sound Caught Everyone’s Attention
You Blushed Deeply, Trying To Hide Behind Satan
But He Forced You At His Side
A Gentle Grip On Your Ass
The Demon Laughed Nervously, Trying Their Best To Get Away
Luke Placed Himself At The Corner Of The Classroom,
Terrified Of That Impact Of Satan’s Hand
You Both Were Shopping As Always,
And You’ve Just Gotten Out The Changing Room
Asmo Watched As You Made Your Way To The Mirror,
In Your Little Tight Pants
Asmo Giggled As He Approached You, Examining Your Outfit
“You Should Change The Top,”
“But This,”
His Hand Gave Your Ass A Smack
“Is Perfect!”
His Fingers Soothed Over The Area Of Impact,
One Had Gripping Your Ass Tightly,
While The Other Dared To Go For Another Slap
Beel Hummed As He Entered The Kitchen,
His Stomach Loudly Growling At The Delicious Aroma
In The Kitchen, He Found The Perfect Snack
Oh, He Found His Favourite Burgers On The Table As Well
Beel Made His Way Towards You With A Smile,
Wrapping His Arms Around You
You Let Out A Small Laugh,
Telling Him That You Made Him Food
His Grip On You Became Tighter As He Kissed Your Cheek
His Hand Finding Its Way To Your Ass,
Giving Them A Playful Squeeze
Before He Let Go Of You And Began Munching On The Snacks
Did He Even Realise What He Did?
You Thought To Yourself, Face Red From The Interaction
Belphie Was Wondering Around The House,
Looking For A Spot To Sleep
When He Ran Into You, Also Wondering The Halls
He Was About To Let You Be Until He Found The Perfect Pair Of Pillows
Quickening His Pace, He Stretched His Arm Out,
Grabbing A Handful Of Your Ass,
Then A Squeeze
“Belphie, What Are You-”
He Grunted When You Turned Around,
Pushing You Back Into Your Former Position,
Feeling The Soft Skin Once More
Belphie Decided From Then,
You’d Definitely Be A Perfect Pillow
Without Getting Any Answers,
He Takes Your Hand And Brings You To His Room
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cloviaglade · a year ago
So I noticed something....
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You see it right?....
No not the handsome guys in the title screen...
Satan has black highlights in his eyes while his brothers don't
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All the other brothers have white highlights only Satan has black.
Could be because Satan was never and angel?
Could be becuase the others still have a bit of good in them despite falling? And Satan never knew better so he is bad?
Something to think about....
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otomeman · 10 months ago
Seven Demon Bros +
.... Piercings!
The community vote on Patreon for August decided we were gonna give the boys some piercings and here are the final designs >:U
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- Bridge staple
- Anti-eyebrow
- Single earring, left side
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- Earrings (Cartilage, tragus) Both sides - Nose stud, right side - Labret - Double eyebrow, right side
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- Snakebites, both sides - Spacers - Industrial bar, right side
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- Dimples, both sides - Standard earrings, three on each side - Nape
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- Earrings - Horizontal eyebrow, interior, both sides - Monroe, left side - Clavicle, both sides - Tongue stud
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- Hips, both sides - Nipples, both sides - Dual cartilage, both sides - Ear cuff, left side
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- Reverse snakebite, both sides - Septum (moo)
Do you want to be part of the next community voting event? Sign up for my Patreon! $5+ Patrons get to nominate posts, headcanons, drabbles and fanfics for artwork! ALL Patrons can vote on it!
There will also be a Patron-only post soon discussing my choices for the boys’ piercings! :o
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oheyfox · 5 months ago
Play fighting or wrestling with the brothers
I love doing this with other people! It ends up bringing you closer and you make funny memories!
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Don't even try with this man, you'll never be on top
You'll also repeatedly be thrown onto his bed
The is probably the most gentle fighting he's ever done
He'll push you right down onto the bed, pinning your arms in the process. "I see you're playing dirty. That being said, I should be able to as well." He smirks at you
By dirty, he means tickling you
I'll pray for you, you're probably not gonna make it 🙏
Throw yourself at him when he's not expecting it and you'll definitely get his cheeks red. "Huh?! What're ya doin', MC? ... Ohhh, so ya wanna try with the Great Mammon? You're on!"
He'll immediately throw you over and top you
Mammon likes to pin your hands down and then tickle you and maybe if he's feeling brave, a kiss
If you manage to top Mammon, I suggest going straight for the lips!
"Oi! What're ya do- Mmnh...!" His body will go completely limp as he melts into the kiss
He'd be too surprised to even fight back. I mean all the the sudden you two are sitting shoulder to shoulder and now his waist is sitting between your thighs
Completely red faced the entire time, he's still trying to process the situation
While Levi is distracted with you~ It's the perfect time to attack! Pepper him with kisses, I say! Show him he's loved!
"H-huh?? MC!!?" He's whining every kiss
He the guy to pick up and throw if you get too rowdy
You know the wrestling shows where the guy jumps on the other guys back to try an throw him down, but the guy on the bottom manages to get him off by literally falling on his back or throwing him over, basically KOing him? Yea, that's Satan
He'll pin your waist down and tease, "You're just a little cat, how do you plan on beating me?"
If you ever start laughing, it just makes him want to pepper your face in kisses
Most of time, it's you topping him. It's not a bad thing though, you get to see his cute laughing!
He loves it when you blow raspberries onto his skin. His favorite spots being his neck, his stomach, his shoulders, and his cheek
He's not one to often top, but if he does, he go to plan is to pepper you with kisses
Not always on the face by the way
Beel tries to be really careful play wrestling with you
He doesn't want to accidentally smoosh you so he'll let you top him most of time. He thinks it's cute to see you feel like you're in control
Occasionally he'll top you, his favorite thing to do is watch you squirm to top him again
It's kind of like that one video of the girl topping the guy saying, "I am stronger" and immediately the guy tops her, she says, "I am not stronger"
The best time to do this is when he's sleeping, right? No, he'll immediately wake up and roll you over so that he's on top of you
"What do you think you're doing, pipsqueak?" He mischievously grins at you
He doesn't really like to wrestle, he's more of a cuddler
He'll just hold you down until you get tired and eventually fall asleep on you
If you don't ever calm down, he'll try kissing or hugging you around the midsection so you won't try to push him off
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soft-om · 9 months ago
demon bros + waking up MC
☆ Lucifer:
- this man would wake you up with the smell of coffee brewing
- it would be ready and waiting as you rubbed the tiredness from your eyes
- he’ll sit on the bed and let you take that first sip before he says anything
- then it’s always “good morning, beautiful” as the first thing you hear every morning
- Lucifer will already be dressed and ready at that point because hey, he’s a busy man
- but he’ll still wait for you to also get ready by doing some quick paperwork in the meantime
☆ Mammon:
- Mammon will fall asleep holding you in his arms and he will probably wake up with you still in his arms
- so all it takes is a gentle hug and a kiss on the forehead for him to wake you up
- and honestly, you don’t mind
- but that was the easy part
- because now that you both are awake, the hard part is convincing Mammon that you both need to get out of bed
- he will declare that nothing could be more important than holding you in his arms
- if you try to wiggle free, he will just hold you tighter
- might as well just accept that you live there now
☆ Levi:
- Levi’s sleep schedule is practically nonexistent
- but that doesn’t stop him from making sure you at least get some decent sleep
- if you fall asleep while he’s gaming, he’ll switch to headphones so that the sound doesn’t disturb you
- then when he wants to wake you up, he’ll take off his headphones and let the sound of the game he’s playing wake you up (not too loudly of course)
- all because of one time when you told him that it made you happy to wake up that way
- for the few times that his sleep times match with yours, you get the pleasure of waking up to Levi’s alarm
- aka waking up to various anime themes
- which, tbh, isn’t as good as waking up to Levi gaming, but at least you know it means he’s getting sleep
☆ Satan:
- it is really easy for Satan to wake up in a bad mood, so he does what he can to make sure that the same doesn’t happen to you
- he gets one of those clocks that mimic the sunrise so that you wake up naturally
- so every morning you wake up to a “sunrise” and find Satan sitting in bed reading a book next to you
- he’ll give you a kiss and ask how you slept
- he’ll even get to up bring you a cup of tea if you ask him nicely
- this way of waking up always brings a smile to your face, and seeing you so happy always makes Satan smile as well
- mission make-sure-MC-wakes-up-in-a-good-mood: accomplished
- besides, even if Satan wakes up in a bad mood, as soon as you wake up and he sees you like this, his bad mood will disappear
☆ Asmo: 
- we all know Asmo has an extensive morning routine
- he also likes to pamper you in the morning as well, so he has to make sure you’re up with enough time to do everything
- he’d comb his fingers through your hair until his touch wakes you up
- sometimes he also places kisses on your forehead
- if you seem like you’re still half asleep (hint: just fake it) he’ll pick you up and carry you out of bed
- he’ll happily apply cleansers and serums as you tell him about whatever wacky or wonderful dream you just woke up from
- by the time he’s finished, you’ll be wide awake and your skin will be glowing
- so all in all a good way to start the morning
☆ Beel: 
- just know that having Beel wake you up means waking up early
- because when Beel is hungry, he gets up
- and when he gets up, he’ll likely try to get you up too
- so either you wake up to his stomach growling as he brushes your hair off of your face
- or you wake up to the smell of food and the sound of Beel eating as he brings you a morning snack in bed
- either way, he’ll probably be impatient enough that once you’re awake enough, he’ll just scoop you up and carry you to the kitchen so that he can eat (or eat more)
- and that’s how the brothers usually find you sitting on the kitchen counter in your pajamas as Beel feeds you between scarfing his own food down
☆ Belphie:
- come on, we all know Belphie will not be waking you up
- no, if he wakes up and sees that you’re still sleeping, he’ll fall right back asleep himself
- more times than not, you just set an alarm to wake both of you up at the same time
- on the rare occasion when Belphie wants you up for something tho, usually all he has to do is get out of bed
- you’re so used to having his warmth at your side that when he leaves, the cold, empty space wakes you up and you start looking for him
- don’t worry, he’s never far
- man, how he wishes he could just get back into bed with you when you look for him like that
- and he actually might try, so make sure you stop him
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cloviaglade · a year ago
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Never nude Lucifer
Why would a man so prideful be afraid to show a little skin?
Easy... he is missing a set of wings
He's probably got scars back there of a time he probably wasn't very proud... a time he lost.
He is hiding his back not his abs which he will probably display proudly....but he will never do the same for his back
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meenah-chan · 26 days ago
Mammon: MC!! I have something to show you!!
MC: What is it?
Mammon: On cue... Go!
Mammon's crow: *walks like a ramp model*
Mammon: Pretty cool, right?
MC: *amazed* Oh my, Mammon how'd you do train him?!
Levi: *watching from the distance* pfft, show off normie...
Levi: *Enter his room, to the aquarium* *stares at Henry*
Henry: *stares back* *blobs bubbles*
Levi: Henry, do the barrel roll.
Henry: *does a high-speed barrel rolls*
Levi: Hmrmhrm...!
Levi: MC!! I have something to show you!! *runs out of his room*
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