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temis-de-leon · 2 months

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Pick me girls and OM! Brothers - Part 1

Characters: Lucifer, Mammon and Levi (x reader, separately)

Part 2 - Satan, Asmo, Beel and Belphie (x reader, separately)

Part 3 - Diavolo, Barbatos, Solomon and Simeon (x reader, separately)

Masterlist

CW: pick me girl behavior, suggestive, mentions of sex between the brothers and mc, mentions of violence, a bit of magic, mentions of cheating (not actual cheating), mammon and mc taking a shower together, jealous mc, some fluff, some hurt, some comfort, kinda ooc but i had so much fun with this

Lucifer

Wherever you went, rumor followed. Haven't you heard? The mighty Lord of Pride has a significant other. Who could it be? Maybe the prince or his butler? Both of them? Or perhaps it was just some random demon? Surely not the human... right?

"Of course not!" said the witch, surrounded by both curious and jealous nobles.

You weren't in the balcony, but you could still hear the conversation in your spot near the open door. You could also hear the gasps and the murmurs. It was ridiculous.

What to do next? You could interrupt the gossip and make your relationship public; after all, it was only a matter of time before someone spotted you both in Ristorante Six or an empty hallway in RAD.

Ignoring them was the better option, however. No words sounded aggressive and yet polite enough to get the witch to shut up without making a scene. Plus, Lucifer was looking exquisitely fine that night. His wings did wonders to his appearance.

"Then who?" the voices asked while you walked away towards your boyfriend.

"Well, I wasn't supposed to say anything..."

Oh no she did not.

"But we're just so in love"

I'll be damned, you thought. She did.

The wrath you felt was primal and it provoked a worried glance from Satan, who was chatting with one of his many contacts in the other side of the ballroom.

You wanted to make an entrance, a dramatic one, but you could only watch as the witch talked and talked about her supposed first date with Lucifer, their first kiss, their first time, his performance in bed (which... No. She was so wrong about that one).

Finally, you opened your mouth.

"You don't say?"

But that wasn't your voice.

Beside you stood Lucifer in all his glory, with a smile that didn't reach his eyes and a hand hugging your waist. The floor trembled under your feet as he walked and, if it wasn't for his tight grip, the magic induced vertigo would've send you to the ground.

You could tell he was trying not to harm you too much, but the group in the balcony wasn't so lucky. All of them were on their knees and some even coughing blood.

"Do tell all your stories tonight, by dawn you'll have no tongue to keep lying"

The witch had tears in her eyes, too focused on her own pain to be aware of her surroundings or his words. Was he being serious? You wanted to ask what would really happen to that woman, but Lucifer was always two steps ahead.

He cradled your face and kissed you, slowly yet firm. His cold skin felt good against yours, already blushing under his half lidded eyes.

"Dance with me?" he asked, caressing your bottom lip with his thumb.

Damn, did he know how to distract you.

Mammon

"You're dating the Great Mammon!" he'd said with his characteristic smile, both of you eating ramen in your bed while watching bad romcoms "That's something to be stoked about! You need to tell everyone about it!"

Of course, that translated to: please, please, please, I need people to know that I bagged YOU and YOU chose ME.

So, there you were, chatting with his makeup stylist and some other models while he posed in front of the camera. It was better than you expected, actually. You thought the fashion world in the Devildom would be full of self righteous assholes and insufferable divas, but you couldn't be more wrong.

Well, of course, there's always an exception.

There was a demoness in the other side of the studio, taking selfies with a pout in her lips and a fake, nauseating, innocence in her expression. She looked toxic from a mile away.

And yet, your boyfriend dated her for three months; three long and excruciating months, yes, but still. They'd dated.

And you were cool with that. So so cool with that. You were chill. A freezer, even. You loved Mammon and everyone and their mother could tell Mammon loved you. Everything was fine.

Except... well...

It was easy to forget the brothers were famous and popular bachelors, princes of hell, that, just like in every human monarchy, had fans to spare. People that would support them no matter what they did and no matter who they dated and people that would hate everyone they dated because... You don't really know why.

You just had some haters.

And this bitch was taking advantage of this, you knew it in your heart.

Rumors of Mammon cheating on you with one of his model coworkers had been there since the beginning of your relationship. It was something you just had to live with, one of the reasons the Avatar of Greed doted on you with everything he had.

Mammon loved you.

So why did you panick so much when he stood up in the underwear he was advertising, getting ready for the next picture, and the demoness took a selfie of her lips with his half naked body behind her?

"That whore" whispered another model behind you. You liked them.

But it was okay, you didn't mind. No, really. You didn't.

Except you did.

And so did Mammon.

"Oi!"

Everyone looked at him and you could swear his demon form was starting to show, blending with his siluette in blurred edges.

"Delete that"

She could've laughed at him, like everyone tended to do. She could've ignored him and tempt fate, but it was not a wise idea.

There was static in the air, black mist barely clouding your vision and a faint voice whispering in the back of your brain. The sound of feathers filled the room and soon crows started to surround the studio outside the window.

After a couple of sickening minutes, a loud pop settled the place back to normal and caused the birds to fly away.

The demoness gasped, letting her DDD fall to the ground like it burned her. Looking at her smoking hands, it probably did.

After that, everyone acted like nothing happened. You, however? Your whole body was buzzing, leaving you paralyzed with feelings you needed to explore in the future and making Mammon look at you with a knowing smile.

"...sick of those rumors..." he'd say hours later while he washed your hair in the shower "and you dumbass humans believe everything you see, even if it's stupid"

He'd wait until you were both in bed, ruminating about every little thing that happened back there before talking again.

"Because it's stupid, you know? I'd never cheat on ya. The Great Mammon would never do that to you. I mean, I'd never to that anyway, but specially not to you. Keep that in mind, human! You catched the best demon of all hell! Lucky you!"

Lucky me, he wanted to say instead.

You understood him anyways.

Leviathan

@/f3istyk1ttenuwu sent you a message!

You stared at the screen and the screen stared back at you.

Reading the user name physically hurt you and you'd lie if you said you weren't worried about it. Did you trust Levi? Yes, absolutely. Did you trust f3istyk1ttenuwu? Not really, no.

So (this time voluntarily), you opened the gates of hell.

It was the Devildom version of Discord, which was worrying enough, and the user's pfp showed a cute pinked hair girl with dainty horns and half of her boobs out.

With a frown and your heartbeat in your throat, you opened the chatroom.

@/f3istyk1ttenuwu: r u lone?

@/f3istyk1ttenuwu: did ur frend leef?

@/f3istyk1ttenuwu: their a party pooper

@/f3istyk1ttenuwu: didnt let u join the grp

@/f3istyk1ttenuwu: :(

@/f3istyk1ttenuwu: leviachsn?

Oh, heeeeell no.

First of all, it was leviachAn. Second, YOU were the only one who could call him THAT.

Ignoring the voice of reason, you checked the door before investigating the previous messages. Levi was in your room, retrieving your nightwear as punishment for not letting you win in Devil Kart YET AGAIN, so, knowing how flustered he got everytime he saw you in the Ruri Chan's inspired piyamas he got you for your birthday, you were sure you had another couple of minutes alone in his room.

@/f3istyk1ttenuwu: thx 4 sving me !!

@/f3istyk1ttenuwu: we shld team more

@/f3istyk1ttenuwu: were zo good 2gether

wEre Zo gOoD 2gETheR

You couldn't help but mock her in the privacy of your mind. Did she think writing like a 10 year old was attractive? If so, what the fuck?

@/f3istyk1ttenuwu: call? brke my pc & cn't fix it alone \(-o-)/

"Call a fucking tech" you whispered to yourself.

"Henry?"

Fuck.

You turned around like a deer in headlights. Levi's cheeks still wore a furious red, but he remained quiet at the door when he saw you snooping through his private conversations.

Fuck it, you thought after some uncomfortable seconds. If someone could understand jealousy, it would be him.

"Who's this girl?"

Levi frowned and got closer to you, leaning over your shoulder to see his computer, probably giving you the closeness he'd crave if he was in your place.

"Oh, I don't know" his final answer disappointed you "Some girl the others wanted in the party"

But why was she talking to him like that?

"And why is she talking to you like that?"

He shrugged his shoulders, knowing that both of you knew the answer. Then, he straightened like he had an epiphany, and looked at you with shining eyes and a smile too big for his face.

"Are you jealous, MC?"

Levi jumped in happiness before you could say anything, unable to truly express how happy he was upon his sin affecting you.

"My Henry is jealous!! Because of a yucky disgusting otaku like me!! This reminds me of that anime: 'Help?! My crush snooped through my pc and now they're jealous because someone else is flirting with me??'"

It was obvious by now you had nothing to worry about, so you let him be. You let him appreciate how much you loved him.

In the end, you had to shower his face in kisses to shut him up and, for great measure, you also changed into that extra large Ruri Chan t-shirt in front of him.

Hours later, both of you were sweating in the comfort of his bathtub and Levi was completely sure you fell asleep.

And if you saw how he offered himself to fix this girl's computer only to hack her camera and post her real face all around the internet, no you didn't.

Tagging them lovely people: @hello-gloomy @the-sassiest-toaster @hero-nii-blog @yourlocalyin

Hope you like it!

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onyourowndaisymae · 7 months

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under where?

content + warnings: nsfw, x fem!reader, flashing, discussions of oral

prompt: "Imagine sitting across from the brothers and nonchalantly spreading your legs to reveal no underwear under your skirt. Just IMAGINE their reactions…" (via: @shywritersblog)

there's a tension in the air, a mixture of seven different reactions to the same action. seven demons who knew their master had such a commanding presence, had fallen victim to "stay" time and time again-- yet here you are, bringing all of them to their knees without uttering a single word.

lucifer pales when your legs spread. a low, possessive growl threatens to rock his chest, but he swallows hard and averts his gaze. you can see his cheeks flush a little. he meets your gaze-- he's very determined to show you he doesn't see you as a piece of meat-- and opens his mouth to scold you for such vulgar behavior. but there's this heat in your gaze, almost inviting as your eyes smolder with want. his mouth closes. he takes another look between your spread legs. fuck. you're so wet it's obscene. were you really that needy, working yourself up like that over there? he can only imagine what's running through your head, what depraved thoughts linger beneath that cheshire smile. no matter. just say the word and he's whisk you away to his room, alone, ready to please his master until dawn breaks through the darkened skies.

mammon whines, the sound loud and uninhibited, his cheeks engulfing in flames-- yet he can't bring himself to be ashamed. it takes everything in him not to pounce on you. he wants to yell, too. why? why're you so comfortable spreading your legs like that in front of all his brothers, huh?! don't you know the kind of filthy thoughts running through their heads?! the conflicting feelings make his stomach flutter. he wants to close your legs, guarding your entrance like a dragon to its hoard, greedy to keep its greatest treasure private. but he also wants to fall to his knees in front of you. to wait for your permission before burying his face in your cunt, fucking you on his tongue in front of everyone. he's getting impatient now that the thought's entered his mind-- so can you please stop looking at him like that and let him touch you already, before he loses whatever mind he has left?

leviathan can feel his shame rush to his face, burning heat pooling at the back of his neck. it's embarassing how quickly his pants grow tight and cumbersome. this-- this is too much for him. he needs to hide away, now, burrowing into a fort of blankets in his bathtub until a century or two passes and he's sure everyone's forgotten about this moment in time. but he can't. because you're staring at him. your eyes crawl up his body, lingering on his shifty feet, his quivering hands, his tented pants-- your gaze makes his head spin. he's going to pass out if you keep watching him like that. you wet your lips briefly, eyes darting to meet his before your gaze falls between his legs again, and he swears to every authority in every realm that he can feel his cock throb in need. please say something, do something. either let him retreat to lick his wounds or ride him until he's a puddle of drool and slick underneath you.

satan's cheeks flush, but he keeps his gaze steady as he thoroughly observes your sopping wet cunt. he wants to think of something clever or witty to say, but his mouth is so dry and his brain is so fuzzy-- do you know what you do to him? he's aware that you're teasing him. it's frustrating. all these eyes on you, and yet you're only looking at him. like a cat that got the cream, you're smirking, lounging in your chair like he can't see the slick gathering around your entrance. it would be so easy for his finger to slip inside you, finger fucking you senseless until you're so sensitive you writhe and dig your nails into the arms of that chair. but that would be too easy, wouldn't it? no, you're teasing the avatar of wrath. while patience is not his favorite virtue, it will be the one he has tonight-- because the moment you're finally underneath him, he's going to toy with you as much as he wants, prowl around your exposed body until he decides to pounce. after all, you're the one who wanted to play cat and mouse.

asmodeus can feel his lips curl into a grin. oh, you naughty little thing! a giggle escapes his lips as he watches you with rapt attention. oh, that slippery little cunt of yours is so cute! would you mind if he got a closer look? he wants to bask in this moment. you're biting your bottom lip and grinning right back at him, and it takes everything in him not to break the tension by letting honey filth spew from his lustful lips. sure, there's a lot he could say, but don't actions speak louder than words? in that case, he wouldn't mind running his tongue along that pretty clit of yours to taste your slick himself. he can't think of a better way to express his love for you than to ravish you as thoroughly as the tried and true avatar of lust can. the room is delightfully hot and intense, making his head spin as surges of lust bounce off the walls. oh, darling, the anticipation is killing him-- won't you just share all the dirty thoughts caught in that pretty little head of yours?

beelzebub suddenly feels like he shouldn't be here. he notices the change in the air before he notices your legs spread, ever perceptive to the emotions of his loved ones. and all of those feelings lead him to you-- specifically, that wet spot between your legs that's got everyone so riled all of a sudden. it makes him nervous. at first, he worries you've exposed yourself on accident. he looks away as his cheeks turn pink, ashamed of how quickly his mind begins to wander. but then he hears you shuffling-- so naturally, he looks back at you-- to find you pulling your skirt up further, bunching it around your thighs to give everyone a clearer view. he realizes now that you want everyone to see your cunt. now he doesn't feel so bad about staring, about the groan sitting in the back of his throat. he'll never push, never question your motives or try to touch you without explicit permission, but he can't help the way his mouth waters and his erection stirs in his pants. and judging by the way you're staring at him like a five course meal, it seems you don't mind much either.

belphegor's eyes widen in shock, before a predatory grin engulfs his face. oh. you're in for it now. you've given the game away by exposing yourself as a needy whore, and it's clear from your haughty smirk that you think you've won this game. that's cute. but you're playing with demons-- manipulative, scheming, needy demons that'd do anything to bury themselves deep inside of the very hole you're so determined to tease them with. or maybe you're just teasing one particular demon. because your eyes linger on his just a bit too long to be coincidental, flitting away to the ground or a nearby wall before meeting his again. are you feeling nervous now? you should be. make no mistake-- he sees what you're doing here, and he's already thinking of ways to handle it. you're clearly getting aroused by all the attention. he wants to help, but he's just feeling so tired. you're already so prepped and eager-- maybe he should let you sink onto his cock in this very room? he's curious to see how well you can perform with an audience.

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lancermylove · 3 months

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How Much Would Their Outfits Cost in IRL? (Pic HC)

Fandom: Obey Me

A/N: Besides trying to find similar clothes, I considered a few things. How much would they be willing to spend for their outfit? Would anyone spoil them enough to give them gifts (like Belphie's boots)? I didn't include jewelry for anyone.

Here is Part 2.

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Lucifer

Mammon

Levi

Satan

Asmo

Beel

Belphie

Diavolo

Solomon

Simeon

Barbatos

This man made his own outfit because he is just that talented and his outfit was HARD to find.😂

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boozye · 3 months

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I dunno if he likes it or not.

#whenever i see people freaking out over a character doing something mundane like tying their hair #i get levi inspiration #boozye did #obey me #obey me swd #obey me mc #obey me leviathan #shitpostery

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still-a-morosexual-help · 1 year

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Fucking hell Nightbringer really gave me everything huh god

Henry 1.0 origin story

Cerberus origin story

Satan's cat thing origin story

"Goldie in Freezer" origin story

Levi's Ruri-chan obsession origin story

Mammon being scared of ghosts/horror origin story

More in depth version of Solomon & Asmo's first meeting/pact origin story

A painful reason for why Asmo's room looks like that

What the tsl characters would have been like irl (the absolute worst wtf simeon)

Mammon's issues finally discussed in depth

Mammon being extremely ride or die for Lucifer

Almost instant Mammon & MC friendship

Mammon being just so amazed by MC and also insanely supportive of them

Mammon being willing to do anything for his brothers, being more sure of himself, almost instantly following Lucifer's orders and making the others do so as well

Levi's issues discussed in depth.

Levi straight up saying he was depressed and still is

Levi's friendship with MC!

Levi & Lucifer's relationship!!!!!

Levi being shy and scared and just so 😖

Things being bad in the Celestial Realm even before they left

Asmo's issues being discussed in depth

Asmo very explicitly having body dysmorphia

The brothers being much more supportive and loving of each other

Lucifer being visibly scared of losing another family member and being insanely overprotective because of it

The brothers being slowly overtaken by their sins (something that was always a part of them but also something they could control as angels) and losing control of themselves

The brothers gaining new magic

Satan being a fucking mess

Satan not really fitting in and all of them being really awkward around him

Satan's issues being discussed in depth

Belphie's issues being discussed in depth

Belphie expressing passive suicidal ideation

Belphie talking about how he needs someone to blame for what happened to Lilith so he can process it/make sense of it even if that someone is himself

Lucifer's issues being touched on from from different perspectives/angles

Diavolo's issues being hinted at

Simeon's issues being vaguely discussed

More about Lilith! (remember my post about how lilith definitely wasn't a sweet little angel because there's no way the universe would let lucifer catch a break? I was right!!! She was as much a little shit as the rest of her family!)

More about the demon king! (He wanted to stop the war too🥺 also a whole line of previous demon kings!)

More about god/how angels work (all angels are brothers & sisters but not technically family the way lucifer & his siblings are!)

ADAM!?!?!?!?!?

Solomon & MC's Sorcerer & Apprentice relationship seen in full detail!

MC being absolutely amazing

MC being competent and powerful and dangerous and resourceful and confident and the brothers realising all that but them also being funny and snarky and chaotic and outgoing and homesick and caring

References to present (s1-s4) brothers (& how they'll tear solomon apart if he doesn't bring MC back)

NIGHTBRINGER!? BARBATOS!!!??? but past barbatos doesn't seem to know anything about MC and present barbatos is helping solomon bring MC back....so who...?

References to Noble demons and conservative demons and devildom politics

Angel - Demon prejudice /racism from both sides explicitly shown

The brothers being war criminals and how the devildom sheltering them nearly re-started the war between the two realms

None of them being able to identify MC as a human (it takes Diavolo a long time + Lucifer straight up denies it when MC tells him), Adam & Nightbringer saying MC has the "power of angels", MC's favourite manga being one where the youngest child out of 7 is described as being angelic (*cough*lilith*cough*), Diavolo, even after knowing MC is a human, going "what are you"..... me softly chanting: nephilim!mc nephilim!mc nephilim!mc

The lessons flow better? It doesn't feel like one arc is squished into two lessons and then you must immediately jump into another different arc. It feels like it's all just happening in a connected sequence?

Better pacing in my opinion. It doesn't feel rushed.... like the part where satan discovers cats and then later is seen still sitting next to the cat and watching it? It feels appropriately spaced out

MC's relationships with everyone doesn't feel isolated. Like earlier there'd be a lesson or two dedicated to one character and we won't see much of the other characters during it. Now it feels like everyone is there interacting with everything in a normal, natural way. Yes there are lessons dedicated to getting to know one brother but the others are there, interacting with each other and MC during that time as well

The emotions & relationships are discussed/written in a way that feels very real and believable that it becomes actually really moving (s1-s4 also did this well but in nightbringer because of arcs/scenes/relationships not being isolated, of things flowing better and having a better pacing, of them outright discussing their issues it has a greater impact - yes I cried more than once shut up)

In the end, Nighbringer is darker than og OM! but not in the "grrr gonna kill you" way. It's "darker" because they address more serious topics in depth

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diatiddiess · 1 year

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When they were angels 💖

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tsukii0002 · 6 days

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Levi: Mc!!!! Mammon won't give me my money back

Mc: Mammon either give Levi his money back or stop asking him for money.

Later that day

Belphie: Mc, Lucifer won't stop sending me work that I don't have to do.

Mc: Lucifer!!! Stop bringing you extra work and you Belphie do your fair share!!!

A couple of hours later

Solomon: Mc! Asmo won't let me wear my wizard cape!

Mc: *sighing* Asmo let everyone dress the way they want to dress, ok?

A while later

Luke:*crying* Mc!! Beel has eaten the cake I had just made!!!!

Mc: Beel!!! What did we say about eating Luke's sweets without permission????

After all day resolving other people's conflicts

Mc: Can't you do anything on your own?!!!!

Barbatos: *standing next to Mc with a smile* ….

Mc: Barbatos?

Barbatos: Mc, the young master keeps touching my exclusive tea pots.

Mc: …

Mc: All of you do this on purpose, don't you?

Barbatos: ...

Mc: *sighs* Diavolo!!!!

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certifiedlucifersimp · 1 year

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Leviathan : WE'RE GONNA DIE

MC : Yep

Leviathan : WE'RE GONNA DIE VIRGINS

MC : Nope

Leviathan: Mammon?

MC : Yep

Leviathan: I AM GONNA DIE A VIRGIN

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lost-in-lamentation · 2 months

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a moment of respite.

the brothers have nightmares, but you're there.

all brothers × gen!reader (separate. you/your).

belphegor;

sloth slips into your room without a sound, footsteps muffled against the floor as he climbs onto your bed. with more hesitance than usual, belphie places a hand on your shoulder, timidly shaking you until you blink your eyes open. he stares at you awkwardly, hints of shame and fear flitting across his expression, but as you hook your arm around his neck, belphie melts into your hold. sometimes, the one who is in charge of dreams needs someone else to take control.

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beelzebub;

not yet asleep, you hear shuffling and what sounds like sniffling coming from the kitchen. you can't deny the curiosity or the concern that bubbles up inside you, so you make your way over to find none other than beel. he rummages through the fridge half-heartedly, eyes lined with red and stifling the occasional sob. you step into the kitchen as you knock on the doorway to announce your presence. you walk up to him carefully, and as soon as you're in reach, beel grabs you and pulls you close, relieved that there is something other than food to bring him comfort.

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asmodeus;

the fifth born knocks on your door with the usual energy, but when you come face to face with him, you see the light in his eyes has been snuffed out. you invite him inside, guiding him to sit on your bed before flicking your lights off. only when asmo is confident that you can't see him do the tears begin to fall. you feel around in the dark for him, wrapping your arms tight around his waist as he clutches at your clothing. and even now, at his lowest, asmo now knows that you accept him today, and will accept him tomorrow, tears and all.

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satan;

the doorknob to your room turns with alarming speed, but as it quickly as it does, it returns to its original position, and you hear a soft rapping of knuckles instead of the click of a door. you call them to come in, and when satan finally reveals himself to you, you can't help but clamber off the bed to move towards him. there is anger, sorrow, confusion, and helplessness clouding his gaze, all brought together by the tears that slip down his cheeks. gently, you take his face into your hands, thumbs swiping away at the tears as he shows you that he is much more than just wrath.

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levi;

your phone wakes you up with a series of notifications, all coming from one place. you rush over to levi's room, reciting the password as quick as you can before pushing the door open. to your dismay, you find levi trembling in the tub he uses for a bed, his hands white knuckled as he curls in tightly around himself. your heart twists when he calls out your name, his voice smaller than usual. you pad over to the side of the tub, prying his hands away from himself to take them into yours, running your fingers over his as you remind him that you'll always be here.

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mammon;

the door is slammed open with a bang, your heart nearly jumping out of your chest when suddenly there is a pair of arms nearly choking you in their embrace. the light that floods into your room from the hallway reveals the head of white hair that is now pressed into your shoulder, and you realise quickly that your shirt is becoming damp. you take a second to ground yourself before bringing your own arms up to envelop mammon, one of your hands playing with his hair as you pull him down to lie next to you. mammon doesn't say anything, but you know he'll be okay as long as you don't let him go.

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lucifer;

lucifer doesn't bother to knock, and simply opens your door to find you sitting at your desk. when you see the fear that fills his gaze, you quickly shuffle over, coming to a stop in front of him. your own fear is mirrored in his eyes as you raise your hand to cup his face, the other slowly trailing down his side until it lands on his waist. at your touch, lucfier unravels, a quiet sob breaking free from his chest as lowers his head. you meet him in the middle, pulling him to rest his head on your shoulder. his heart, marred by everything that haunts him, finally feels clear as it beats in tandem with yours.

a/n: idk man i can't sleep

reblogs are really appreciated (´ω｀) ♡

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trashy-corvian · 5 months

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I'm extremely biased towards the og big three

#corvianart #obey me shall we date #obey me #obey me!#obey me swd #obey me mammon #obey me leviathan #obey me beelzebub #oh fuck i forgot levi shoe #please ignore it

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hiddenonyx · 7 months

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Obey Me! Characters Walking in on MC Showering

Notes: fem MC!, suggestive content, nudity

Word count: 3.4K - about 290 per character

A/N: You'll probably be able to tell, but this was written over the course of like...3 months? So it's a little disjointed and you can most certainly tell who I was more inspired for. Thank to Pen for giving me ideas for Simeon and Solomon. -------------

After a little planning mishap, you end up sharing a hotel room (and bed) with them. It’s a little awkward, but you’re too tired to truly care. Right now, you really just want a shower. Any other thoughts be damned.

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"Yeah, yeah, I'm not gonna take forever, calm down," you answer back to your temporary roommate. "It's just a shower to refresh a little."

You shift your half folded clothes in your arms so you can close the bathroom door. You don't bother to lock it - after all they'll have to know that you're still in the bathroom if you're not out in the room, right? You set your clothes on the oversized countertop, before going over to the shower. It's a simple rectangle shower with a glass door, but isn't so horrible small that you're crowding yourself inside of it. After a few minutes of trying to figure out how to even turn the damn thing on, you get the water running and turn away to strip as the water warms up. But before you step in, you grab your phone and set the all important music. You turn it up so it's just loud enough to contend with the noise of the shower, set it on the counter nearby and step in. A sigh escapes you as the warm water sprays on your skin. Maybe you'll take a little longer than you said...

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Lucifer

He watches you disappear into the bathroom, not believing you when you told him it'll be a "quick" shower (40 minutes is not quick, MC). He goes back to reading through the tourist pamphlet for a factory, allowing the soft noise of the shower and distant music lull him into a feeling of soft relaxation. It's not until nearly an hour later that he realizes that you're still in the shower. Mild concern paints his face as he stands up and makes his way over to the closed bathroom door. The sound of your music is a little louder now and he can hear you humming along.

"MC?" he asks softly, gently tapping his knuckles against the door. He repeats the actions a little louder when you don't answer. When you still don't answer, Lucifer hesitates, before giving a resigned sigh and opening the door.

His question of if you're alright dies on his tongue as he's greeted with the image of your perfect naked body partially obscured by condensation on the glass door. Your back is towards him as you hum along to a song, hands busy washing your hair, completely unaware that Lucifer's walked in on you. He's frozen to the spot for a few moments, his mind screaming at him to close the door and walk away like nothing's happened, but his body simply won't respond. He's stuck staring at your gorgeous form for what seems like an eternity.

Then you start to turn around. Lucifer's body suddenly wakes up and he damn near slams the door off its hinges as he hurries to close it. You startle and call after him, confused and so blissfully unaware, "Lucifer? Was that you? Is something wrong?"

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Mammon

He grumbles as he watches you disappear into the bathroom. He knows that you'll take forever, and there's nothing to do in this tiny shoe box-excuse of a room. He pouts a little more - how dare you leave the Great Mammon bored?! When he hears the shower start and the music kick up, he knows you're not going to come back right away (a small part of him hoped that you would forget something and have to come back out so that he could see you again).

Mammon looks around the room, eyes falling on your open bag. His eyes dart back to the closed door before he shrugs and starts to go through it. He's mildly interested by all the little knick-knacks and souvenirs that you've kept from him and his brothers. He's just about to go through your wallet when a loud "thud" followed by your muffled cursing startles him. He bolts up from your stuff and looks to the bathroom, a guilty look painted on his face. But the door remains closed. Confused and a little concerned, Mammon approaches.

"MC? W-what was that?" he calls, but unbeknown to him, you can't hear him over the shower and your music. He pauses at the door and strains his ears to try and hear a response. When none comes, he starts to get nervous. Did you fall? Is that what the loud noise was? Are you injured?

More than a little panicked, Mammon hurriedly opens the door, "MC-!" His voice dies on his tongue as you lock eyes. You're putting some kind of product on your hand (presumably to spread somewhere else), and fully naked. The condensation on the glass does a poor job of censoring your breasts and the curves of your waist. You look at him, surprised and confused, and perhaps a little embarrassed - he however, is bright red and stuck staring. It isn't until you start to say something that Mammon lets out a pathetic yelp and slams the door closed.

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Levi

Levi gives you a disbelieving look at your “I’ll be quick” claim, but shrugs it off; after all he has to do some daily tasks in “Ruri-Chan Flowers vs. Devils: Dance Dance Battle!”. He hears you start your shower just as the game loads. He cracks his knuckles before curling into his best gamer posture.

Levi glances at the time as he closes the app - almost 2 hours later. He winces; he hadn’t intended to spend longer than 30 minutes doing his tasks, but a new event had started and he just had to get the ice queen skin for Ruri-Chan (it looks so elegant on her!). He listens for a second and doesn’t hear the shower running anymore. He looks around for you in the room (perhaps you entered the room when he was in the “zone” and didn’t notice), and is confused when he doesn’t see you. Curiously, he makes his way to the bathroom door and listens again: silence.

“M-MC?” Levi asks nervously. When you don’t answer he opens the door tentatively. He’s greeted with the lovely embarrassing view of you mid change; wearing only your underwear. He’s frozen to the spot, staring at how your bra barely contains your breasts, at how your panties accent and clings to your natural curves.

“L-Levi?” You ask, slightly embarrassed by his staring. His face is so red you’re worried he’ll pass out. After a few more seconds his brain seems to catch up and he covers his face and practically runs back to the bed, screaming apologies.

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Satan

He gives you a hum of acknowledgement at your announcement and turns the page of his new book. He hears the bathroom door click closed. He lets out a soft sigh of relaxation before settling fully in the chair. He knows that he'll have plenty of time to read in peace and quiet while you shower.

Satan is fully immersed in his book when you call his name from the bathroom. He startles and almost bends the page. He looks over at the door, answering you back, "Yes?"

"I forgot my pajamas on my bed. Could you bring them here, please?" Your voice is timid and embarrassed. He sighs softly - you make him do things that he wouldn't do for anyone else.

"Yes. Just a second." He gently (and carefully) sets his book down on the table before standing up and going over to your bed. Your cute sleeping clothes are folded nicely in a single space (which he appreciates the neatness of). He picks them up just as gently as he had put his book down before walking over to the bathroom.

He raps his knuckle gently against the door and waits for your answer. He doesn't hear the music or the water running, so he tries again slightly louder. When you fail to answer again, he gently opens the door and steps inside.

He's greeted with the view of you wrapped in a towel that just barely covers the important parts. Your breasts are nearly spilling over the top of the white towel (how the towel even remains wrapped around in the first place is a wonder). And the towel just barely covers the upper most part of your thighs. You scroll absently on your phone while you wait, unaware of Satan's presence. He stares for a few seconds, struggling to collect himself (how dare you be this nonchalant), before he softly clears his throat.

You look over and give him an apologetic smile before reaching out to take the offered clothes. Satan closes the door and does his best to muffle the sigh he lets out. This is going to be a long trip.

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Asmodeus

He really wants to ask you if he can join you, but he figures that if you wanted him to join you, you would've extended an invitation. Perhaps you simply need a little bit to sort through your thoughts and memories of the day (which he understands - he does that too). Instead, he busies himself doing his skincare routine out in front of his travel mirror. It's far from the best, but it'll do for the night.

Asmo hums idly to your muffled playlist, enjoying the odd domestic tone of the night. The situation is odd, with having to share a bed, he muses, but at least he can fall asleep right next to your cute self. It isn't until he's about to complete his last step in his extensive routine that he notices that your music has stopped. When did it stop? How long has the room been silent? Asmo strains his ears, but can't hear any other sounds.

"Little dove? Are you done?" he calls softly. When you don't answer him, he gets up, and goes over to the bathroom door. He knocks, calling again, "Dove?"

"Huh? Oh yeah, I'm done....hey, umm...could you help me? T-there's this knot in my hair."

Asmo smiles softly before opening the door. He pays little mind to the fact that you've somehow managed to wrap and tie the hotel towel around your body (maybe you used a little magic), and instead focus on this knot of wet hair you're struggling to untangle. He gently takes the brush from you, his fingers ever so softly grazing your's, and gently pulls it from your hair. He hums as he begins to gently brush your hair out.

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Beelzebub

He nods in acknowledgement before popping another piece of candy in his mouth. It's some human world candy; some of the pieces are sweet and some of them are tart, and Beel never quite knows which kind he'll get. He sits on the bed, simply enjoying the snack and thinking - thinking about the day you've spent together.

He's content for the time, but a loud "bampoof" followed by language Beel's only ever heard come from an angry Levi makes him pause mid chew. He swallows hard before rising from the bed.

"MC? Are you okay?" His voice is soft but urgent. He rests his hand on the door, listening. He can still hear the water running, your music playing and...your mumbled curses. He breathes a sigh of relief; at least you're not unconscious. But still...

He opens the door gently, eyes cast to the tiled floor trying to respect your privacy. "MC? A-are you okay? What happened?"

You huff and rise to your feet, grabbing the offending soap bar that had slipped from your grip and caused you to fall after it. "Yeah, I'm fine...more or less. Hit my head slightly, " you mumble before looking over at Beel. His face, even staring at the title, is dusted pink. You can't help but smile and giggle. He blushes harder, before glancing at you.

"Yeah, Beel, I'm fine. I'll be out in a few, okay?" you give him your biggest, most convincing smile. He nods, his face even redder now, before closing the door.

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Belphegor

He makes a half-assed noise to acknowledge you before covering his eyes with his arm. As long as he wakes up next to you, he doesn't really care how long you take. As he drifts off, he hears your music start playing. Despite the peppy-upbeatness it lulls him to sleep all the same.

Belphie has no idea how much time has passed when he wakes up, but he does know that you're not in bed with him. Grumbling, he practically slides himself out of bed and stumbles to the bathroom door. He grumbles, some sort of half asleep noise, before unceremoniously opening the door.

"Belphie!" You squeak, scrambling to wrap yourself in a towel, smearing lotion on the white cloth. He sleepily sways towards you - too asleep to notice your state of undress. He wraps his arms around you and sleepily nuzzles your neck, mumbling something about you being late. You're frozen to place, one hand gently touching on Belphie's shoulder.

"Belphie." you say again, holding your breath. He makes a noise of some kind but continues to lean into you. You both stand there for a few minutes before Belphie raises his face to look at you. His eyes seem a little clear and he gives you a questioning look, "What? You weren't in bed," he pouts.

"Belphie...I'm naked."

He stares at you and blinks dumbly for a second before his sleepy brain catches up. His face turns red and he bites his lip. Reluctantly he pulls away and looks at the floor.

"S-sorry. I-I'll go." You giggle and smile, "It's okay. I'll be out in a few more minutes okay? And then I'll give you all the cuddles you want."

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Diavolo

He watches you disappear into the bathroom with a soft hum and smile. He turns his attention to the small smattering of various important documents that need his attention and signature (even on "vacation" the poor prince can never seem to escape his work). He sighs and silently debates if Barbatos's lecture would be worth ignoring his work for the time being. Diavolo glances back at the bathroom door before picking up his pen - it's not like he had anything else to do while he waited.

He's almost finished with his paperwork - actively in the process of signing the last document - when he's startled by a unusually loud "FUCK" from the bathroom. Diavolo spares only a half a second to frown in annoyance at the smeared lettering before setting the pen down and getting up.

"MC? Are you-?" he starts as he approaches the door. He strains his ears to listen, hearing movement from inside and more importantly your grumbles of irritation. "MC?" he calls again, waiting by the shut door, concern worming its way into his expression. You don't answer, but he can still hear you moving.

Carefully he turns the door handle and slowly opens the door just enough so that he can look in and see what's happened. He sucks in a soft breath. You're completely naked, fiddling with a band-aid, a small stream of blood running down your leg. You must've nicked yourself while shaving, and as his eyes trace the blood, it looks to be around your knee (an annoying and troublesome area if one's not careful, or so he's been told). His eyes continue to travel past the nick to rake over the rest of your nude form.

And Diavolo has to bite his lip to stop himself from letting out a hot and noisy breath. You're gorgeous, absolutely stunning, drop dead beautiful - he could on. Every part of you is simply perfect. His trance of admiration is broken when you move again, having finished applying the band-aid. Carefully, and quietly, he closes the door letting out the breath he was holding. There's no way either of you are sleeping tonight.

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Barbatos

He gives a little hum to acknowledge you, but says nothing. It's a bit odd to see Barbatos of all people casually reclining in a chair with a book, but it's kinda cute (and an odd weight off your shoulders that the man does actually know how to relax). You turn and make your way to the bathroom, gently closing the door behind you.

Barbatos lets his eyes follow you as you walk to the bathroom, watching you go. His eyes narrow slightly - he expected your arms to be fuller...were you forgetting something? He glances over to your bed to find that you had forgotten to bring your sleepwear. He smiles softly, how cute of you.

Barbatos sets his book down before getting up and carefully collects your clothes to bring to you. He knocks gently on the door and then opens it. It's a force of habit really, he truly didn't mean to intrude and walk in on you half naked.

You hold each other's gaze for several long seconds, your hands behind your back holding the clasps of your bra. He simply stands in the entrance of the room, one hand holding your sleepwear, the other on the door knob.

He clears his throat softly, "You forgot these." Barbatos sets your clothes on the counter before quietly excusing himself.

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Simeon

He smiles as he watches you disappear into the bathroom. His smile dips into a slight frown when he realizes that he's not sure what to do now that you're busy. Should he read? His eyes dart to his bag. Or maybe he should work on his manuscript - he had been hoping to be able to work on it at some point during this trip and now seemed as good of a time as any, right?

After almost twenty minutes of struggling to do anything writing related Simeon decides that it would be best to call it a night. He carefully put his manuscript away and makes his way over to the bed. He picked up the top item of clothing that he had set out for himself earlier, only to realize that it wasn't his - it was your's. He glances back towards the bathroom and then the shirt he had unfolded. You must've grabbed the wrong set of sleepwear by accident.

Ever the gentleman, Simeon refoldes the shirt and picks up the stack of clothing, making his way to the bathroom. Even through the door, he can hear you softly singing along. He doubts that you can hear him, but he still knocks anyways, and isn't surprised when you don't answer.

Gently he opens the door, his gaze downwards. He peeks up, looking at the counter to see where you had set down the clothes you took. He groans internally when he sees that they're almost right at the farthest end; he had hoped to just be able to quickly swap them out and not disturb you.

He sighs and steps in, "Um, excuse me, (MC). I don't mean to bother you, but it seems you accidentally grabbed my clothes instead of your's." You look over to him, gently jolted out of your thoughts. You can't help but smile at Simeon; he keeps his gaze down and is quick with the exchange.

"Oh, I'm sorry."

"It's alright. Enjoy the rest of your shower," and with that, he gracefully leaves, his ears a soft pink.

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Solomon

He smiles and laughs a little to himself as he watches you leave towards the bathroom. He waits till he hears the door close before returning his attention to the small set up of magical equipment and knick-knacks. As he starts to tinker, he hears the soft noise of the shower and your music. He hums along softly as he works.

Almost half an hour later Solomon sets down his tools and stretches in the chair before getting up. He makes his way to the bathroom, lost in thought about his recent project. It was being difficult and not quite working how he wanted it to.

...maybe a shower would help clear his thoughts.

He opens the door to the bath and casual walks in, pushing the door closed with his foot. He grabs his belt to start undoing it when a voice calls his name.

"Solomon?! What are you doing?!"

He looks up and over to the shower, to see you. Already naked, in the shower, and in the middle of washing your hair. He tries to hold your gaze, but his eyes falter and flicker down to the rest of your form for a second. He had forgotten you were in here.

He laughs, thoroughly embarrassed for the first time in a while and brings his hands up to rub at his shoulder in an apologetic gesture, "S-Sorry, sorry. I...I uh...forgot you were in here..."

"Where else would I be?! Now get out! Shoo!"

Solomon doesn't need to be told twice.

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what your fav obey me love interest says about you (except they're only the reasons i'm attracted to them)

Lucifer

you have daddy issues and desperately seek the approval of those who dislike most people

mean people are def kinda hot to you

Mammon

you crave someone falling head over heels on their ass for you regardless of your flaws

you're a sucker for friends to lovers

Leviathan

mutual dweebery is the relationship dynamic you aspire to

you are autistic

Satan

you were a sad, lonely child growing up that finds comfort in finding others like you

hearing smart people talk is strangely attractive to you

Asmodeus

you want to be seen as significant by someone you perceive out of your league, and you want that person to be interested in you despite how plain you are

you like femboys/you are bisexual

Beelzebub

you just want someone to be nice to you

you want someone to be able to pick you up whenever with ease and toss you around like a ragdoll for shits and giggles

Belphegor

a quick wit is a quick way into your pants heart

you like when people are very forward and open with their attraction to you

Diavolo

you have a savior complex and want to retroactively fix his trauma

you like sunshine-y men who can flip a switch and be serious like it's nothing

Barbatos

being good at everything is incredibly attractive to you

you like the idea of a stoic person showing emotion around you

Simeon

you like nice men who genuinely enjoy your presence

a man with a cute laugh can bring you to your knees in a matter of moments

Solomon

you love being able to razz your partner and have it be fun and casual (@ every peepaw joke i make about him)

you like friends to lovers (but specifically here in that way where you go from friends to friends with enough romantic tension to make everyone place bets on when you'll get together to lovers)

[the sequel]

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Are We About to Kiss? (HC)

Fandom: Obey Me

Pairing: All x gn!Reader

Warning: None.

Original Prompt: Lucifer, Asmodeus, Beelzebub and Simon’s reaction to their crush jokingly asking ‘Are we about to kiss right now?’(like, when their faces got too close while doing a mundane thing and mc wanted to tease them)

A/N: I added more characters to the original but will put the original HCs in this post as well.

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Mammon was rummaging through his room, trying to find his missing wallet, while you were there browsing your favorite clothing site to see which outfit to buy for the upcoming dance.

"Hey, Mammon, what do you think about this outfit?"

Leaning close to look at your phone screen, he examined the apparel. "That'll look good on ya!"

In his excitement, he didn't notice how close his face had gotten to yours.

"Mammon, are we about to kiss?" you teased, noticing the proximity.

He jerked back, a flush creeping up his cheeks. "Wha- No! I mean, unless…ya want to?"

Seeing your amused smile, Mammon's confidence wavered, then surged. "Ah, what the heck," he muttered, closing the gap with a bashful grin. "If it's you, then I ain't complainin'."

Leviathan was focused on his new favorite game, his room dimly lit by the glow of multiple screens. You were busy sitting on a bean bag beside him, working on a project

"Levi, do you think this idea is good enough for the project?" You asked, nudging him slightly to get his attention.

With a sigh, Levi paused his game and turned to look at your notes. "Let's see what you've got," he mumbled and leaned in close to see the small text on your paper.

His arm brushed against yours, neither of you realizing how your faces had drawn inches apart in the dim light.

"Levi, we are close enough to kiss. Do you want to kiss me?" you whispered, half-joking, half-curious about his reaction.

He froze, his eyes widening as he processed your words. "Huh?! No, no, no, I mean... I-I wouldn't be opposed, but... are you sure?"

After a moment of flustered hesitation, Levi's expression softened, a shy smile forming. "If... if you're really okay with it, then... I guess I am, too."

Satan had invited you to his room for a quiet reading session, but you were there to seek his advice on a tricky essay topic for your RAD assignment.

"Satan, how do you interpret this passage?"

He leaned over, his emerald eyes scanning the text closely. "Ah, this is a common misconception. What the author is actually implying is…"

As he explained the meaning, his focus was entirely on the book, but your focus was on his handsome face. You were almost tempted to caress his silky hair.

"Satan, do you intend to kiss me?"

He paused, looking up from the book. When his eyes met yours, a light blush painted his cheeks. "I… had not planned such a deviation from our study. But if you're inclined…"

With a soft smile, Satan set the book aside and slowly closed the gap between the two of you.

Belphegor invited you to nap with him under a cozy blanket in the attic. But the two of you ended up discussing the upcoming meteor shower.

"Belphie, do you think we'll be able to see the shooting stars clearly from here?"

He yawned, shifting closer to you for warmth. "This is the perfect spot. You'll see, it's magical."

While whispering, he inadvertently nestled closer, his head resting against yours. For a moment, you observed his soft expression as he looked up at the skylight.

"Belphie, are we about to kiss?."

He opened his eyes slowly, a lazy, content smile spreading across his face. "Wouldn't that be a perfect way to wait for the stars?" he murmured, excited at the thought of his lips meeting yours.

The prince had arranged a private tour of the RAD archives for you to help you gather information for a history project.

"Diavolo, what's the significance of this emblem?" You inquired, pointing to an ancient crest embedded in the archive walls.

With a warm smile, Diavolo stepped closer to explain, his voice filled with passion for his heritage. "This emblem represents the unification of the three realms, a symbol of peace and collaboration."

His hand gently guided your shoulder to a better viewing angle, bringing your faces inches apart. But the prince didn't notice this as he was too immersed in explaining the importance of the emblem.

Unable to resist the closeness of his handsome face, you whispered. "Diavolo."

As soon as he turned his head to you with a bright smile, his eyes widened at the closeness. Giggling, you teased. "So...are we about to kiss?"

"Would that be your desire?" he responded with a deep and inviting voice, his eyes sparkling. "I am here to make your experience as enjoyable as possible."

Barbatos had offered to teach you an exclusive recipe from the royal kitchen due to your curiosity about Devildom cuisine.

As you stirred the ingredients in a bowl, you curiously asked. "Barb, how do you know when this mixture is ready?"

Barbatos leaned in, his eyes scrutinizing the mixture. "Observe the texture and color."

Seeing your stirring technique a bit off, his hand steadied yours. His body was so close to your back that you could feel the heat seeping through his shirt. Though he remained composed, your cheeks grew red. Moreover, he refused to move as he was too invested in watching you mix the ingredients closely.

"Barbatos, do you...plan to kiss me?" You giggled.

He paused and slightly tilted his head. For a moment, his eyes took in your red cheeks while his ears listened to the rapid beating of your heart.

"If that is your wish, I see no reason to delay such a moment," he whispered teasingly into your ear.

For the longest time, you had pestered Solomon about wanting to watch him mix his potions and do magical things. He finally gave in to your wish and invited you to watch him craft a spell. While he was gathering the ingredients, you read through his tomes.

"Solomon, can your spell really charm anyone?"

He leaned over your shoulder to look at the words in the tome, his silver hair brushing against your cheek. "Ah, this one is quite unique."

He began to flip through the tome to find another spell that would help you understand the first one better. But your eyes were fixed on him as the corners of your lips tugged into a cute smile.

"Solomon, are we about to kiss?" You playfully asked.

He paused and stared at your face, only now realizing how close the two of you were. His lips curled into a calm smile. "Would that be an experiment you're willing to partake in, or do you simply wish to learn if you can charm me without the use of a spell?"

Lucifer was signing an enormous stack of papers while you were sitting beside him, working on homework.

"Sorry to disturb you, but Luci, what does this word mean?"

He leaned closer to you to get a good look at your textbook and confidently replied. "Have I answered your question or-"

The Avatar of Pride shifted his eyes to you, only now realizing how close he was to your face. He took a moment to gaze into your eyes - beautiful, simply beautiful. It wasn't often that Lucifer could get this close to you without his brothers attempting to pry you away from him.

"So…are we about to kiss?"

Your words surprised him, but his lips tugged up into a mischievous smile. "Is that what you wish for?"

Without waiting for your reply, Lucifer closed the distance between your faces and whispered against your lips. "Your wish is my command."

It was your turn to cook dinner, and you were busy chopping vegetables. Out of all the recipes you could have picked, why did you choose one that required so many veggies? Cooking was tedious enough, but now you were stuck cutting a mountain of greens.

As a yawn escaped your lips, you closed your eyes but didn’t stop moving the knife.

”(Y/n), careful!“ A strong hand gripped your forearm in the nick of time and prevented the sharp blade from cutting your index finger.

Opening your eyes, you saw Beel’s face a few centimeters away from yours. The two of you locked gazes for a few minutes as your brain tried to process what was going on. But instead of thanking him for saving your finger, you ended up asking, "Um…are we about to kiss?"

Beel tilted his head to the side and blinked rapidly. "You were about to hurt yourself, so I stopped you…"

"You are too innocent, Beel. I was teasing you…you know what, never mind, thanks for saving my precious finger."

The Avatar of Gluttony nodded, but he started to regret his reply - a kiss sounded even better to him than an all-you-can-eat buffet.

Asmo was absentmindedly brushing through his hair and didn’t notice you walk into his room. For a moment, you observed him, wondering if something was bothering him.

"Asmo?"

No reply. What was going on? That was not like him at all.

You walked up behind him, leaned down, and brought your lips close to his ear. "What’s wrong?”

Even though your question and intentions were innocent, your whisper was enough to make Asmo shiver.

He turned his head to apologize to you but seeing how close you were to him, the Avatar of Lust froze. Was it just him or did you get even more attractive than before?

“Why are you looking at me like that? Are you thinking about kissing me?"

"A kiss? Well, I was planning to verbally confess my feelings for you, but a kiss works, too."

Asmo pressed his soft lips against yours with no plans of letting you walk away with just one kiss.

You were helping the angels bake some sweets in the Purgatory Hall kitchen. Luke left the kitchen to retrieve his phone from his bedroom, leaving you with the older angel.

"Simeon, my apron is coming loose, so could you please tighten it? Sorry to ask you, but-" You showed him your frosting-covered hands.

After tightening the knot, he glanced over your shoulder to get a better look at your colorful cookies. The second you turned your head to thank him, your noses touched.

To your surprise, Simeon didn't back away; instead, he glanced at you with the softest of looks, admiring how radiant your face looked.

"Um…are we about to kiss?"

A hint of red crept on his cheeks as a smile formed on his lips, "I would like that."

Just as your lips brushed against his, Luke flung the door open, "Sorry it took so long!"

You and Simeon immediately pulled away, turning your faces in opposite directions.

"Did something happen?" The young angel asked, concerned, "Your faces are really red…are the two of you sick?"

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