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#obey me x male reader
hey-its-spades5 days ago
Mammon, using his announcer voice: "but sometimes more unexpected sounds grab our attention"
Mc,angy and wanting attention: " CUDDLES!"
Mammon, blushing: " like this tiny human squeaking viral sensation"
Mammon,trying his best not to laugh: " it sounds like a dog toy-"
Mc,leaning on him: " cuddles now!!"
Mc,burying their face in his neck :" cuddles noooow!!"
Mammon, blushing red:" but actually, this is the sonorous war cry...of a very angry human..."
Mc,tears up: " ...cuddles..."
Mammon, picking the human up from the couch: " ferocious"
Mc,pouts at him: "..."
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hey-its-spades6 days ago
Goth Mc,being flirty and grabbing onto asmo's bicep: "Hey assy wanna see my bone collection?"
Asmo, smirks flirtatiously: "Oh please do show me,love~"
Goth mc, blushing: " come with me then 馃挆"
Goth mc, pulls him into their room and shuts the door behind them: " get ready I'll be right back~"
Asmo already taking his clothes off: " I didnt take you for being so forward mc,I cant say that I'm not happy about it though 馃挆馃挆"
Goth mc, pulling several tiny animal skulls and various bones out of a decorative glass cabinet: " asmodeus, what are you doing?"
Asmo, confused: "Wait wha-"
Asmo: "oh shit you were being serious-"
Mc then proceeded to tell a very embarrassed and half naked asmodeus about the animal bones they've collected for the next hour.
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Demon Brothers with a Tall and Strong M!MC
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Requested by: @sillysonggladiator
Warning/s: some cursing and bad grammar and spelling
Pronouns: He/Him/His
Authors note: hello everyone sorry I haven't been posting much, busy with school and was taking a break from social media for a bit but I'm done and will start writing
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Way to hurt his pride lmao
But he likes how strong you are
You remind him of Beel
A gentle giant but taller and more buff
He would often see you working out with Beel and he would smile softly at you
He secretly likes it when you help him carry stuff to his office
He likes cuddling you when you two are in private uwu
You're very warm and your presence helps him relax
He has that cocky smirk cause he is walking around dating a handsome, tall and buff MC like you
Likes it that his brothers get jealous cause he gets to spend time with you
If someone ever has the AUDACITY to criticize you
they no longer exist :)
Already has the biggest crush on you lmao
But bby is tsundere and won't admit it
He stares at your muscles thinking his brothers won't notice
(wrong his brothers can clearly see him staring lmao)
He will act like he doesn't like it when you give him little head pats
But inside he absolutely loves it and you also know it lol
The big blush and wavy smile on his face says it all
He will get all blushy when you carry him bridle style
"H-Hey! what d-do you think y-your doing M-MC?!"
yeah the stutter and red face gives it away lmao
He loves loves LOVES cuddling with you uwu
Pls give this adorable man affection he needs it
You give him forehead kisses before going to RAD and his heart went uwu
If you do it in front of his brothers he will complain and try to telll you that he doesn't like it
but you already know that he secretly loves it lel
If his brothers ever pick on Mammon he would go to you for comfort
Give him small and affectionate kisses and he'll feel better
If a low life demon would insult Mammon
damn im preparing a funeral for you buddy
cause you tower over the demon so much with the built body of yours cracking your knuckles at them with a threatening glare
the Demon will be shaking in fear and would immediately apologize to Mammon and run away like a coward
Mammon's heart just went BOOM
But if someone ever insults you?
Mammon: *currently getting restrained by MC* "GRRRR! LEMME AT EM! LEMME AT EM MC! GRRRRR-"
Got scolded by Lucifer later but you give him kisses-
He thought you are some badass anime protagonist the first time he saw you
You just look so badass and strong it makes him wonder why you would date a "yucky" otaku like him
Bby Levi nuuu don't think about that of yourselffff
But you would prove to him that you truly love him by listening to his rants about anime, praise him for beating a difficult game and give him kisses
This man will legit be so cute and blushy uwu
If you ever pick him up bridle style he will get so flustered cause it reminded him on one of those classic romance animes where the guy picks up the girl bridle style
The only difference is that its the same gender
But- Levi don't mind he absolutely loves it
"Y-you normie! what gives you the idea of carrying me like that?!"
If someone ever criticises you he will he just glare at em
How dare they insult his precious Henry like that!
But both of you will completely forget about it cause you have each other and you swore the nothing will separate you both apart
He thought that you were some strong Knight in one of his story books
Like you have that body built like a damn Knight wew
He also likes it when you help him get books from top shelves that he can't reach
He doesn't really care about your height but is impressed on how strong you are
You can lift a ton of stacks of books on each hands
He also loves it when you carry him bridle style while he reads
He likes your warmth and it makes him feel at comfort and at peace
You give him lil forehead kisses when you two are alone 馃槉
He loves holding your giant ass hand while he reads
Your hand is just so warm that he makes a small smile on his face
If someone even has the sheer balls to insult you-
*prepares another funeral*
Honestly, not surprised the Satan almost got the demon killed-
No one ever insults his love :)
This man...
No shame at all...
The first thing he looks at when you meets your biceps no doubt
Horny demon is a huge flirt-
Will not stop roaming his hands around your body with that grin on his face
His brothers mostly question why you're not even fazed by this-
The one thing he mostly does is trace his fingers on your biceps while hugging your arm
Man will be clinging on to you lmao
He likes to make his brothers jealous by being this close to his precious MC and constantly flirting with you
He absolutely ADORES it when you kiss all over his face
He will be giggly and blushy and of course will return the favor by also giving you smooches on the face
He will practically SWOON when you carry him bridle style
He will legit wrap his arms around your neck like a damn princess while looking at you so lovingly as you walk around carrying him
If one of his fans ever tries to insult you he will scoff and stuck his tongue at them as he hugs your arm while looking at you lovingly before turning to narrow his eyes that them
"You're just jealous that someone as handsome and strong like my precious MC can be with the most beautiful demon here like me"
:O wow your tall...
Is very surprised that someone can be as tall as him other than Diavolo
Work out buddies :D
Both of you like to exercise with each other and lift some weights
Both of you are the definition of gentle giants
He is just a inch shorter than you but you both love to give each other forehead kisses uwu
Cuddling with him is the BEST
Just filled with fluff and cuteness and warmth
Like- him nuzzling his face on your chest AAAHHH-
So cute
Will be very surprised when you carry him bridle style
He knows your strong but he can't help but worry that his weight may trip you over poor bby
But you assured him that it will be okay and bby Beel is happy uwu
I swear some demons r just rlly stupid when they try to insult you
Cause they have to deal with 2 intimidating giants that tower over em lo
Yes, just yes
He absolutely loves you
He loves cuddling with you
You're his new favourite pillow
So warm and comforting it just makes him so sleepy
He likes it when you press soft kisses on his forehead while he sleeps uwu
Will always want you to carry him around bridle style while naps on your body
If you look closely u can see a smile on his face while he's in your arms
Once again, if ppl have the AUDACITY to insult you
They will recieve a death glare from Belphie
Not only because you insult his lover
But you have the balls to wake him up from his nap while in your arms
Yeah that demons dead lol
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Authors note: And DONE! Wew finally, its like 1 am rn and I stayed up finishing this and I'm glad that I can finally publish it lol
Also I may made Mammon's part kinda longer than the rest lol
(*cough* not that I'm biased or anything *cough*)
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astairekin9 days ago
simeon loses his himbo boyfriend
note from kin: haha鈥 remember that simeon with a himbo bf piece... remember that it was very sweet and fluffy and cute鈥 guess what i ruined it
fandom: obey me!
character(s): male!reader, simeon, luke, lucifer, diavolo, solomon
pairing(s): simeon/reader
warning(s): relatively descriptive violence/gore, death (yes we are going there), simeon goes dark
genre: ANGST (i鈥檓 so sorry in advance)
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Simeon never should have expected it to last.
It had been a wonder that the higher angels had even allowed you to stay around for so long after the Celestial War had ended. War angels like you, created only to fight and shed blood, have always been looked down upon, even among the so-called virtuous and prejudice-less. The fate of your kind is to fall on the battlefield in burning glory - that is the long and short of it.
It鈥檚 a cruel truth, that war angels are only ever admired when they die. Like heroes of old, they are heralded for their actions once their form dissolves from the world in scattered fragments of light, but are shunned if they return from battle in ragged armour. It鈥檚 hypocrisy, to put it simply - how many innocent souls have been cast away by an archangel鈥檚 hand simply for the sake of upholding archaic beliefs? How many angels have been lost because of crimes that they were forced to commit by the very council persecuting them?
Simeon had thought that the Council were fond of you at home in the Celestial Realm - but perhaps it had been naive of him to think that that would stop them from doing that they thought they had to do.
Simeon knows that you are far from the innocent lamb that many see you as. He knows what you see in your dreams, when you wake up in a cold sweat, gasping for breath as you try desperately to rub the blood of your fallen kin from your hands. He knows, now, something that he refused to acknowledge for the longest time.
Your time is limited. It always has been.
鈥淕abriel,鈥 He says, unable to keep the discontent from his voice at the sight of a so-called 鈥榝riend鈥 standing before the Purgatory Hall door. 鈥淲hat a鈥 pleasant surprise.鈥
The archangel regards him with burnt amber eyes. His wings are spread behind him in a ridiculously ostentatious display of status, glowing a soft white amidst the Devildom darkness.
鈥淲e both know that this occasion is anything but pleasant,鈥 He answers gravely. 鈥淲here is [Name]?鈥
Simeon immediately reaches for the door handle. He knows that mere wood won鈥檛 stop a member of the High Council for long, but if the situation should call for it, it could buy some time. He wonders if he should slam the door shut and make a break for the gardens to warn you, but Gabriel reads him like an open book, and abruptly slams the end of his eagle-headed staff against the door, forcing it wide open.
鈥淒on鈥檛 make this any more difficult than it has to be, Simeon,鈥 He says, eyes narrowing. 鈥淲e have been generous. You have had years - and now it is time to say goodbye.鈥
鈥淵ou鈥檙e going to kill him.鈥 Simeon replies. It isn鈥檛 a question.
Gabriel lets out a soft sigh, now looking distinctly unhappy. He bows his head slightly, and for the briefest of moments, Simeon sees the work-worn lesser angel who had taught you how to make your favourite candied fruits all those years ago.
But then that angel disappears, and all that remains is the Enforcer of the High Council. Gabriel鈥檚 eyes burn an imperial gold, and he takes a single step forward.
Simeon holds his ground, even though his hands are beginning to tremble. He can鈥檛 give way - not even a little. Not when your life is at stake.
鈥淗e will not die,鈥 Gabriel says. 鈥淲e are merely freeing a pure soul from a bloodstained body.鈥
鈥淭hose bloodstains have long since faded!鈥 Simeon spits, and Gabriel鈥檚 eyebrows lift slightly. It鈥檚 the most vitriol he鈥檚 seen Simeon display in his long life - and the pure animosty in his gaze is something perhaps more dangerous than anything in all three realms.
He takes in a breath, his expression softening. 鈥淪imeon鈥 I don鈥檛 want this any more than you. But, as a member of the High Council鈥︹
He trails off, but Simeon already knows what he had intended to say.
鈥淚 know,鈥 He says bitterly. 鈥淭his is your duty.鈥
They look at each other in silence.
鈥淟et us talk,鈥 Gabriel says. 鈥淧erhaps we can come to a compromise.鈥
His eyes are amber again, and Simeon dares to hope that, maybe, if he complies, he might leave you be.
He takes a deep breath and nods. 鈥淰ery well.鈥
He steps back and allows Gabriel to step inside, pulling in his wings so as to be able to fit inside. He turns to lead him to the parlour, and sees Luke watching them around the corner of the hallway, eyes wide and face pale with terror.
鈥淐all Lucifer,鈥 Simeon mouths, and watches as Luke hurriedly nods and disappears.
Simeon is no fool - he knows that he would be no match for Gabriel. But Lucifer, once the Celestial Realm鈥檚 Morningstar, pride and joy of the angels, may be. He can only hope that he will arrive before anything can happen.
鈥淵our residence is鈥 homely,鈥 Gabriel says awkwardly as he follows Simeon into the parlour.
Simeon doesn鈥檛 respond. He waits for Gabriel to sit down, then asks, straining to prevent his anger from seeping into his voice, 鈥淒o you want some tea?鈥
The archangel can clearly sense the undercurrent behind his words, but doens鈥檛 say a word about it. 鈥淣o, but thank you for the offer.鈥
Simeon nods silently, tight-lipped, and takes a seat across from him.
鈥淒id Father send you?鈥 He asks. Gabriel shifts slightly, as if uncomfortable, but Simeon can鈥檛 find the will to care.
鈥淔ather believes鈥 that [Name] will become a threat,鈥 He says slowly. 鈥淚 have no say in what he decides.鈥
鈥淒o you not have a say in what you choose to do, either?鈥 Simeon shoots back, unable this time to keep the venom out of his voice. 鈥淚 thought the Celestial Realm advocated for liberty. Do you have no free will of your own?鈥
Gabriel looks taken aback for the briefest of moments, then hurriedly composes his face once again. 鈥淥f course I do. But, when it comes to these situations, I have no choice.鈥
鈥淵ou do have a choice,鈥 Simeon replies. 鈥淵ou could choose to let [Name] be - let us be.鈥
鈥淵ou know that I cannot do that.鈥 Gabriel shakes his head. Another moment of silence passes. 鈥淏ut鈥 I cannot say that I don鈥檛 have another solution.鈥
Simeon eyes widen for the briefest of moments, but he refuses to let himself get hopeful. 鈥淎nother鈥 solution?鈥
鈥淚 have grown fond of [Name] over these years as well,鈥 Gabriel says heavily. 鈥淚 would find myself rather grief-stricken if he were to鈥︹
He doesn鈥檛 finish his sentence, but both he and Simeon know what follows his lingering words.
鈥淭hen what鈥檚 the other solution?鈥 Simeon asks.
鈥淏ring [Name] before the High Council,鈥 Gabriel replies. 鈥淢ake a case for him, and make them see that he is not a threat. Perhaps then Father will allow him to go free.鈥
鈥淗ow do you know the elders won鈥檛 smite him on sight?鈥 Simeon leans forward, his expression tight. 鈥淓ven Father isn鈥檛 above unwarned attack.鈥
鈥淚 will protect him,鈥 Gabriel says, and he speaks so firmly that Simeon can鈥檛 help but be compelled to believe him. 鈥淎nd I know that you will as well. No harm will come to him under our wings.鈥
Simeon stares at him for a moment longer, then nods and sits back heavily in his seat, releasing a slow, quiet breath. 鈥...very well. If it works鈥︹
Before he can continue, a quiet knock sounds at the door, and you swing it open. You鈥檙e evidently fresh back from a job in the garden, with several leaves still stuck in your unkempt hair and your clothes slightly off-kilter.
He opens his mouth to greet you, but before he can, Gabriel abruptly stands up. It happens so quickly that Simeon barely registers it - his amber eyes burning a sudden, blinding gold, the wings bursting from his back - and before he knows it, Gabriel鈥檚 staff is plunged into your heart.
Simeon screams.
It feels as if the world has suddenly slowed down around him as you raise your head to look at him, eyes wide and golden ichor already spilling from your lips. Gabriel pulls the staff from your chest with an awful hiss of burning flesh, and watches emotionlessly as you sink to the floor.
鈥淸Name]!鈥 Simeon throws himself at you, desperately attempting to staunch the wound with his hands. His gloves feel heavy as the gold soaks into them, but he persists nonetheless, refusing beyond all reason to believe that this can really be happening - how can this be happening?
鈥淪-Simeon,鈥 You try to reach up to him, but your arms give way and collapse by your side again. 鈥淲...what...?鈥
鈥淧lease,鈥 He whispers hoarsely, dimly aware of the hot tears coursing down his cheeks and dripping onto your face. 鈥淧lease stay with me.鈥
鈥淚鈥︹ Your hand lifts again, shaking horribly, and slowly, surely, comes to rest on his arm. 鈥淚鈥檓 here.鈥
鈥淚t isn鈥檛 worth it, Simeon,鈥 says Gabriel impassively, and Simeon jerks around to look at him. 鈥淵ou know that.鈥
鈥淵ou鈥 you lied.鈥 His voice rises to a scream, and his throat feels red-raw. 鈥淵ou lied!鈥
鈥淚 lied,鈥 He repeats calmly, and Simeon has never felt such an intense bloodlust as he does in that moment. How can he stand there so expressionlessly as you鈥檙e dying right before his eyes - by his own hand?
But then you squeeze his arm, and he abruptly snaps out of it, turning to see you, your face still contorted with pain, trying to smile.
鈥淚t鈥檚 alright,鈥 You say hoarsely, smiling despite the tears trickling down your own face, leaving little trails in the golden ichor splattered across your cheeks. 鈥淚t鈥檚 alright.鈥
鈥淵ou can鈥檛鈥︹ Simeon shakes his head, words almost unintelligible through his trembling sobs. 鈥淧lease鈥 I鈥檓 not ready for you to go.鈥
Thundering footsteps approach from the corridor, and the door slams open to reveal a set of pitch black wings. Lucifer stands there for a moment, rendered motionless by the scene before him, then suddenly seems to explode.
鈥淲hat have you done?!鈥 He roars, and the very ground at his feet trembles at his words.
Gabriel freezes in place as Lucifer advances on him, pure rage crashing from him in suffocating waves with every step. In his wake, Luke hesitantly peers around the edge doorway, and staggers backwards, hand clasped to his mouth to stifle a strangled gasp.
Lucifer draws back a single hand surrounded by a vortex of darkness, his lips pulled back in an animalistic snarl. Gabriel raises an arm, as if to defend himself or perform a counter-attack, but even an archangel鈥檚 movements are no match for the former Morningstar.
Lucifer鈥檚 blow strikes him in the heart, and Gabriel鈥檚 form shatters on the spot.
The room descends into stone-cold silence. Lucifer stands still for a long moment, heaving for breath, and it鈥檚 only when he hears Simeon let out another sob that he remembers where he is.
He drops to his knees beside you, reaching forward to pry Simeon鈥檚 hands away from your wound. Luke gives a horrified gasp as your wound is revealed - a gaping hole in your torso that only grows before his eyes, eating away at your flesh until all that will be left is a golden mist.
鈥淗ow did he get into the Devildom?鈥 Lucifer asks through gritted teeth, his hands glowing a deep purple as he passes them over your chest over and over again, trying against all odds to seal the wound. 鈥淗ow鈥 how did he do this?鈥
Simeon shakes his head, unable to speak through his weeping.
Your eyes are fluttering open and shut rapidly, as if your sight is disappearing. Simeon clasps your hand in his own, pressing a kiss to your palm and holding it close to his heart. He can only watch as Lucifer tries frantically to save you.
He feels useless - God, he feels so useless! Why can鈥檛 he do more than just sit here, watching as the life drains from your body? Why hadn鈥檛 he been able to save you? Why hadn't he been able to save you?!
Your body shudders, and both Lucifer and Simeon freeze.
鈥淪imeon,鈥 You murmur hoarsely.
Lucifer draws back as Simeon leans forward. Your hand slowly moves in his, fingers intertwining with his own.
鈥淚鈥檓 here,鈥 He says softly.
鈥淚 don鈥檛鈥︹ Your expression crumples. 鈥淚 don鈥檛 want to go.鈥
Simeon feels something deep inside him shatter into pieces.
How can something so terrible happen so quickly? What have you done to deserve such a thing? How could the High Council be so cruel? How could fate be so cruel?
鈥淗is necklace,鈥 Lucifer says suddenly as your eyes flutter closed again, your breathing laboured and heavy. 鈥淪imeon - take the necklace!鈥
鈥淲hat鈥?鈥 Simeon follows Lucifer鈥檚 gesturing hand to see that the pendant hanging from your neck is beginning to glow softly. That pendant - it鈥檚 the one he gave you so long ago. You鈥檝e never taken it off.
He sees that the blue-green stone is fading into gold, and Simeon suddenly realises what Lucifer means.
When an angel dies, their physical body will, sooner or later, dissolve into the wind as golden mist, never to be seen again. But the soul - the golden core - will persist. And, if one can catch that core, preserve it in a material state鈥
鈥淸Name],鈥 Simeon breathes in disbelief. 鈥淵ou鈥檙e transmuting your core?鈥
You鈥檝e never been able to perform magic well - even the easiest spells have seemed to be incomprehensible to you - and transmutation of a core is no simple feat. It requires immense amounts of energy to even begin the process. And yet, as you lie dying鈥 somehow you鈥檙e able to do it.
鈥淔or you,鈥 You whisper, and smile.
Simeon lets out a disbelieving, hysterical laugh. 鈥淸Name]...鈥
鈥淭ake the necklace!鈥 Lucifer says again, more urgently this time. 鈥淒on鈥檛 let it disappear!鈥
You reach up to touch a hand to Simeon鈥檚 face. 鈥淚 love you.鈥
He takes in a deep, shaking breath, trying to calm himself. He wants to smile, one last time - he doesn鈥檛 want your final memory of him to be a face contorted with grief. But how can he smile in a moment like this?
Simeon鈥檚 face crumples, and he throws himself forward, wrapping his arms around your shoulders. Your chest heaves beneath him, your laboured breaths echoing in his ears, and he closes his eyes.
鈥淚 love you too,鈥 He whispers, his voice barely audible. 鈥淚 love you too.鈥
He forces himself to keep his eyes closed, unable to watch as your form slowly disappears beneath him. Your necklace drops to the floor, and he catches it in his gold-covered hands.
The pendant pulses in his palm, thrumming with warmth. He stares at it blankly.
Luke drops weakly to his knees with a weak sob. His eyes are wide, traumatised - but, in his state, Simeon can only absently lament that he had been forced to watch such a thing.
The silence stretches for what feels like forever, long and agonising. Finally, Simeon lifts his head.
Lucifer is looking at him with a mournful sort of sympathy. The loss he feels cannot compare in the slightest to what Simeon must be going through at this moment. And so, he swallows back his own grief, and forces himself to stay strong as Simeon falls apart. He cannot afford to let this destroy him now.
鈥淵ou need to hide somewhere,鈥 Lucifer says. 鈥淭ake Luke with you. The Council will realise that their Enforcer is dead sooner or later - you cannot afford to be in the crossfire when they arrive.鈥
Simeon doesn鈥檛 move.
鈥淕o,鈥 Lucifer says, more firmly this time.
Simeon is silent for a moment.
鈥...what?鈥 Unguarded shock spreads across Lucifer's face, but there's something else there as well - a faint kind of resignation, as if he already knows the choice that his old friend is going to make. 鈥淪imeon - if the Council finds you at the scene, they鈥檒l think you鈥檙e the culprit. You need to hide if you don鈥檛 want to be persecuted.鈥
Simeon meets his gaze, and Lucifer involuntarily draws back. The deep, seething hatred pooling at the bottom of his eyes - it鈥檚 all too familiar. He remembers seeing eyes like that once before - his own eyes, reflected in the mirror of a shield, on the side of a blade, in a puddle of golden ichor. Those are disillusioned eyes, eyes that can no longer pretend to see past everything. Those are eyes that promise war.
鈥淚 don鈥檛 care,鈥 Simeon replies, enunciating each word with emphasis. 鈥淟et them persecute me.鈥
鈥淪-Simeon,鈥 Luke鈥檚 voice cracks, and if Simeon had been in any right mind, he might have tried to comfort him. 鈥淭hey鈥檒l鈥 they鈥檒l exile you.鈥
鈥淭hen I'll fall,鈥 Simeon says flatly, and Luke holds back a sob. 鈥淚f they find out that Lucifer killed him, we risk another battle. It鈥檚 safer to let them think that I did it in vengeance.鈥
His words are measured and factual, void of any emotion. Lucifer stares at him in silence, then slowly, surely nods.
鈥淚鈥檒l take Luke somewhere to hide,鈥 He says, rising to his feet. He turns, then hesitates. 鈥...Simeon.鈥
Simeon looks up at him. Lucifer takes in a breath.
鈥淵ou will have a home with us.鈥 He says.
Simeon鈥檚 expression remains blank, but his lips twitch up just a little. He nods.
Lucifer casts one more glance at him, then turns and leads a softly crying Luke out of the room.
Simeon stays frozen there, numb, for a long, long time. He doesn鈥檛 move even as he hears a pounding at the door, the booming voice of his superiors calling his name with world-rending rage鈥
...and, when the time comes, falling is not as painful as he imagined it would be.
Perhaps it is because he鈥檚 already far from the Celestial Realm, or perhaps it is because he fell by choice. Whichever reason it is, however, the facts remain - his white wings have faded away, replaced by a pair of spiralling black horns and a twisting tail. Simeon is no longer an angel.
The brothers treat him with almost surprising compassion, advising him on how best to sooth the pain in his back and helping him practise keeping his balance with the weight of his new features. They offer him a room in the House of Lamentation, a place at the dinner table - a place in the family. He can't help but wonder, as he watches Belphie wander the gardens where you used to work, if this kindness is their way of honouring your memory. You'd never want him to be alone.
Most days, he stays up all night, sometimes accompanied by one of the brothers, sometimes by Solomon, sometimes on his own, reading until his eyes go numb and the words blur on the page. Luke sends messages regularly, sometimes through his D.D.D., sometimes through little letters included in packages of cakes. Half the time his handwriting spirals into an almost unreadable scrawl before he reaches the end of the letter, the inked words bleeding into each other, and Simeon doesn鈥檛 fail to notice the way your name appears in every other sentence, despite how hard Luke tries to focus on other matters.
It feels like, no matter how much he tries to distract himself, your ghost is always there, whispering to him at every turn, and he can鈥檛 help but listen for your echoes, unable to bring himself to truly say goodbye. Sometimes, as he tries to concentrate on yet another spell book in the House of Lamentation鈥檚 library, he sees you in the corner of his eye, working diligently in the gardens like always.
But, when he turns to look, you鈥檙e always gone. You haven鈥檛 been there for a long time.
When he does sleep, it鈥檚 in short and fitful bursts, always haunted by you, your warmth, your eyes, always staring, staring deep into him. He roams the ruins of a dream that isn鈥檛 a dream, watching over fields of flowers that will never bloom again, not without your touch.
The past is as fleeting as the morning dew, fading more and more the further he gets away from it. It taunts him every time he closes his eyes, disappearing as soon as he reaches out to catch it. And it doesn鈥檛 matter how many times he sees you in sleep - no matter whether or not he waits to dream to see you just one more time, you still won鈥檛 be there when he opens his eyes.
All the while, your necklace thrums above his heart. Sometimes it gives him the strength to stay awake an hour longer, to not lose hope, but other only makes him colder. Your soul is so close, but you are so far, somewhere where Simeon can never see you, where he can never hold you, where he can never be with you.
But Simeon refuses to give up on you. He refuses to believe that there isn鈥檛 a way to fix this, that there isn鈥檛 a way to bring you back. He ignores the pitying looks he gets from the demons around him, he ignores the whispers about the fallen angel trying desperately to revive a dead soul. He doesn鈥檛 care about the taboo, and he doesn鈥檛 care about the consequence.
It scares him sometimes, how dark his thoughts have become, how far he is willing to go. But he knows that it鈥檒l be worth it.
It鈥檚 all been for you, after all.
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hey-its-spades11 days ago
Mc, walks into class looking very frazzled and red in the face.
Simeon:" mc are you feeling alright ? You look feverish "
Mc, laughs nervously and looks over their shoulder at levi across the room : "y-yeah I'm fine!-"
Soloman:" aight cut the shit what happened "
Mc, sits down and covers their blushing face: uh..well turn out levi has a VERY long tongue...and he's very good at making out..."
Soloman:" he shoved it down you throat didnt he-"
Mc:" yeahheshoveditdownmythroat-"
Simeon,getting up and leaving:" what is wrong with you all-"
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hey-its-spades13 days ago
Mc, burst into Lucifer's office: "LUCIFER if we have a kid can we name it Charlotte and nickname it Charlie???"
Lucifer, spills his coffee a bit at the sudden yelling mc:" I-I UH- what??"
Lucifer:" first of all neither of us are ready for a child and secondly, why Charlie?"
Mc,smiling while having hazbin hotel flashbacks
" no reason-"
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hey-its-spades13 days ago
Lucifer ,gets angry and goes into his demon form, fluffing up his feathers as an act of dominance: "mc I am warning you-"
Goth mc, grabs the back of their cardigan and lifts it over their head to appear bigger : "oh look at meeeee I can do that toooo!"
Goth mc, let's go of their cardigan: calm down you over grown emo pigeon you ain't special
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hey-its-spades13 days ago
Demon Pact Mark's show up in a number of different ways. The most common is that of tattoos that litter the top skin of the pact maker,( like Solomon), but sometimes they show up as scarification markings or burn marks.
The skin starts to become irritated ,scab over and eventually just kinda falls off in the shape of the demon's pact mark. ( yes this will hurt)
When making my mc, luca, I wanted the pact to be a reminder to not only himself and others around him but too the brothers themselves how serious these pacts meant. They aren't normal demons, they were Angel's, currently the 7 lords/ avatars of sin! And thus their Mark's wouldn't show up as a simple tattooed mark on the flesh. It's EMBEDDED in you and you cant come back from these sins.
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showmanofhell16 days ago
T詪医 A医删喂伪蕝 D伪沙茍医删蕚(Obey!Me)
Sfw and nsfw for all characters expect Luke(he's a little puppy baby馃ズ)
The Brothers:
Purgatory Hall/Others:
Luke(platonic sfw only):
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yn-for-president24 days ago
Persephone! (Y/n): Yeah , so this man offered me a pomegranate and I was already super hungry
Demeter: WHAT?! How many did you eat?! 6??
Persephone! (Y/n): you鈥檙e gonna be really upset
Demeter: Well ??
Persephone! (Y/n): I kinda ate the whole thing
Barbatos: You鈥檙e saying , the whole thing?
Diavolo: I鈥檓 as shocked as you are to be honest
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hey-its-spades24 days ago
Goth mc,welcoming a new guest: "welcome too the sin-bin"
Lucifer: *smacks mc in the back the head deadass*
GothMc: "I mean the house of lamentation-"
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hey-its-spades26 days ago
Asmo walks into the living room seeing mc on their D3 minding their own business and mammon sulking in the corner.
Asmo: " do I even wanna know what happened?"
mc, without hesitation : "he started an argument with me so I told him to 'shut his frosted cinnamon stick ass up ' ."
Asmo, snickering: "what the fuck? Alright why is he in the corner?".
Mc: " oh he didn't have a good comeback to that so he just kinda sat there in shame"
Mammon, grumbling:" I hate this place..."
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hey-its-spades27 days ago
Lucifer notices goth-mc wearing platform boots with their uniform.
Lucifer: "those aren't appropriate school attire, mc"
Goth-mc, sighs while digging in their pickets,pulling out a paper: "I got permission from the prince to wear these.."
Lucifer, looks over the paper slip:" oh..very well then..but why?" He hands the slip back.
Soloman in the bg, .excitedly: "because their short!!"
Mc,who has had to deal with Solomon's Bs all day:" I WILL. SHOVE MY BOOTS.DOWN YOUR URETHRA. YOU SPARKLY MAGIC MAN.-"
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hey-its-spades28 days ago
Simeon, depressed : "do you think God lives in fear what's he's created?..."
Goth Mc, on 2 hours of sleep,4 cups of coffee,2 essays due in the morning :" I fucking hope so ,If I get another chance to go back to the celestial realm I'm dragging his ass."
Goth mc, sips their coffee: "might deck Michael while I'm at it-"
Simeon :
Lucifer,in the bg :
The brothers:
Diavolo: glad we chose you for the program :)
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hey-its-spadesa month ago
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Uh these are just sketches of my obey me! Mc his name is Luca Lancaster. (Hes 23 just kinda short) He is 5'9 inches of pure goth chaos.
I'm still playing around with him rn so plz be gentle.
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dearestonesa month ago
Self Care (Asmodeus x Male! Reader)
Warnings: Hurt/comfort, mentions of alcohol/drinking.
@dicksoutformtl Request: hello~! would you be ok with writing obey me asmo x male reader? for the prompt I was wondering if you could write a hurt|comfort with asmo being comforted by reader? I鈥檓 not very good with uh coming up the actual reason but I just wanna like really cradle and love on asmo lately q w q ) If not that鈥檚 completely ok too I鈥檓 gonna be spamming likes with your blog so don鈥檛 mind me
Despite the fact that he was a renowned aficionado for parties and an extrovert by nature, Asmo鈥檚 room was a haven of comfort and relaxation. You鈥檝e noticed upon multiple visits that his room was always brightly lit with warm fluorescence, almost as if he was trying to give off the impression that you were still on earth and sunlight was streaming through the windows. During your first few visits, you sincerely thought that maybe the Avatar of Lust must have stolen sunshine like Prometheus had stolen fire from the gods.
Your theory had some merit at first.
The flowers that had sprung from his bed and on sconces around the room were actually growing and required maintenance every so often. However, much to your surprise, Asmo had informed you that the plants didn鈥檛 need sunlight to survive and that he just used special witch lights to create that same atmosphere you would associate with early afternoon sunlight.
Regardless of the light source, you always felt instantly safe and cozy within Asmo鈥檚 room. Often, if you felt overwhelmed and you didn鈥檛 want to visit the planetarium or the library, you would find yourself knocking on Asmo鈥檚 door more often than not. Sometimes, he would cajole you into a spa day to keep your mind off things or you would snuggle up inside of Asmo鈥檚 hanging chair that hung near his window.
Today, you weren鈥檛 feeling particularly rundown. Rather, you wanted to hang out with Asmo because, if you were feeling honest, it felt like you haven鈥檛 been hanging with him all too often. So, after making sure to say your goodbyes to the brother that you had visited earlier, you finally walked through the grand hallways of the House of Lamentation and towards the Avatar of Lust鈥檚 room.
There, like always, you knocked upon his door in your own unique pattern and waited.
Now, at this point in time, Asmo would usually call out if he was busy or immediately open the door for you.
You were, after all, his favorite human.
(Besides Solomon, but now is not the time or place to talk about him).
For a few seconds longer than normal, you merely stared up at the door, your brows furrowed in confusion. Was he in the bathroom? Had he gone out? Was he taking a nap?
While all suggestions could be considered valid, you had to find fault in your conjectures.
For one, Asmo allotted his time in the bathroom very early in the mornings so as to not interfere with the rest of the day unless he had a big date or party planned in the evening. Furthermore, he would have announced it in the family group chat that he would be going out鈥攕o that conclusion was quickly shot down. And lastly鈥
Asmo was no Belphegor.
Sleeping was good for the skin, but Asmo was too busy and energetic to even think about sleeping more than his required time for beauty sleep.
So, what was wrong?
You had wandered around the house before coming to Asmo鈥檚 room and you were aware that aside from the rest of the brothers, Asmo wasn鈥檛 one of them. He should be in his room.
But why was he so silent?
Refusing to let worry color your voice, you began to speak. 鈥淗ey, Asmo! Are you in there?鈥
When you could hear no answer, you briefly considered your options. For one, you could just leave. Perhaps Asmo was busy on his phone and needed privacy. However, you were still somewhat worried and frankly, once you were worried, it took a lot for you to get rid of such worry. Because of that, you reasoned with yourself that opening the door wouldn鈥檛 harm anybody鈥攊t wasn鈥檛 like Asmo to go into full demon form if you happened to catch him at a bad time.
(In fact, he had hinted several times that he wouldn鈥檛 mind getting caught in the middle of something).
Slowly, you grasped the handle of his doorknob and swung it open. For the first time since you had been granted access into his room, it was dark. The only source of light that pervaded the darkness came from the hallways outside. As your eyes adjusted to the pitch black atmosphere, you could only see the faint outline of his bed and accompanying canopy, the glint of the mirror that happened to catch the light from the hallway.
To your disappointment, Asmo appeared as if he wasn鈥檛 there.
You could hear something. It was faint and could be passed off as one of the ghosts of the House of Lamentation playing tricks on you, but it felt too coincidental for that to happen. Swiping on the home screen for the app for your flashlight, the bright beam managed to bring light into the room. Asmo wasn鈥檛 hiding in his room, but you knew鈥 You knew that his bathroom was going to be your next best bet.
Careful now, you tiptoed to his private bathroom and knocked on the closed door.
鈥淎smo! It鈥檚 me,鈥 you clarified unnecessarily. 鈥淵our favorite human wants to hang out today if that鈥檚 okay with you!鈥
Still silence.
鈥淥kay, I鈥檓 going inside of your bathroom whether you like it or not!鈥 In an attempt to garner at least some sort of reaction, you added, 鈥淎nd I鈥檓 going to steal some of your limited edition moisturizer so that I can treat Mammon to dinner later!鈥
The instant you mentioned Mammon鈥檚 name, the door flew right open and you were staring at鈥
Who were you staring at?
The tall man who stood in front of you looked like Asmo, but it didn鈥檛 seem like Asmo For one, while Asmo made sure to keep his hair well brushed and gleaming even under the dimmest of lights, it looked like it hadn鈥檛 been combed through in days. His face, usually smooth and wrinkle free were downturned in a ferocious frown. Meanwhile, the clothing that would have the designers of Majolish fainting in envy made it seem like he was borrowing from Levi鈥檚 limited wardrobe.
Stunned, but too polite to say anything, you took a step back.
鈥淎-asmo? Are you getting ready for a鈥斺
The demon leaned heavily against the doorframe, his eyes closing underneath heavily drooping lids. It was at that point that you realized that there was a scent emanating from him鈥 Although not exactly unpleasant, it was far from the pleasing fragrances that he usually wore. Was that鈥?
鈥淎re you drinking Demonus,鈥 you asked. Without waiting for his input, you poked your head around him to see that there were a number of bottles lying on the floor and a few standing at attention on top of the rim of his tub.
鈥淗asn鈥檛 anyone told you that demons are naturally territorial of their space?鈥 He cocked a brow at you, and if you hadn鈥檛 known him as long as you had, you would have felt somewhat threatened. Despite his low voice鈥攊ndicative of how out of sorts he must have been鈥攜ou stood tall and firm. 鈥淐areful there, little human, you could end up losing your soul.鈥
As his voice trailed off, you reached forward and brushed a few stray locks of his hair from his face. Some of the longer strands seemed slick with grease, lacking the shine and gleam of well conditioned hair. Normally, he would have caught your hand before you could have touched him in an attempt to flirt with you while also simultaneously keeping his physical beauty pristine. However, all he did was lean more heavily against the doorframe, his eyes slowly closing as his body seemed to hunch over. Confused and now fully concerned, you pressed a hand agains this forehead, noting how his skin was creased with natural wrinkles.
鈥淚 could end up losing my soul,鈥 you admit, 鈥渂ut it鈥檚 worth it if I end up helping said territorial demon.鈥
For the first time since Asmo had opened up his bathroom door, you heard him chuckle a little to himself and the bright light in his eyes鈥攚hile somewhat diminished鈥攈ad returned.
鈥淵ou鈥檙e too good for me, my little prince.鈥
You smile at such flattery before slightly nudging Asmo into the bathroom. Usually, whenever you were feeling down, the fifth born brother would spoil you rotten and make you feel better by immersing you in the comforts of his personal bathroom. Now that Asmo was feeling down, you felt that it was time for you to return the favor.
You sat Asmo down onto the side of his bathtub as you began running the water to his desired temperature. Since he was a demon, you made sure that it was boiling hot and ready to scald your skin should you accidentally splash yourself. Besides that, you began rounding up all of the bottles of Demonus and placing them atop another counter so that Asmo wouldn鈥檛 be as inclined to start drinking again and that it would remain out of the way while you continued to recreate those spa days you would have with your dear friend.
As you worked, you felt Asmo鈥檚 eyes stare at you. You kept yourself busy, but every so often, you would glance back at the strawberry blond and each time, you felt something inside of you wrench with heartbreak.
Finally, when you couldn鈥檛 take it anymore, you sat beside the blond and asked, 鈥淒id I do something wrong?鈥
He smiled at you, all softness and no edges.
鈥淣o, my dear,鈥 his face fell slack and he looked away from you. 鈥淵ou鈥檙e doing everything right.鈥
Your hand brushed his cheek and you felt him lean into your touch. As his eyes fluttered shut, he breathed out a sigh and wrapped you up in his arms.
Melting into his arms, you asked, 鈥淒o you want to talk about it?鈥
He was silent for a moment before shaking his head.
鈥淚鈥 Can we just relax for a few hours,鈥 he whispered into the crook of your neck. His voice was so soft, so vulnerable, you didn鈥檛 hesitate.
鈥淥f course, Asmo.鈥 Your fingers brushed through his hair and massaged his scalp. 鈥淲e can talk about it later if you want, but we don鈥檛 have to.鈥
For a moment, the both of you remained silent as the water in his bath continued to bubble and boil. Even though you had no idea what was wrong with Asmo, you knew that doing this would be more than enough to make sure that he was doing well and all right.
And for now, that was enough.
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hey-its-spadesa month ago
Goth mc : " the day I came to the devildom was the day I had to throw out a good portion of my closet. I had shirts that said "satan is my sugar daddy" and "the devil's little bitch " along with a number of other things. I didnt expect them to be real people..."
Soloman: "that deserves an F in chat if I've ever heard one-"
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hey-its-spadesa month ago
Goth mc : "everytime lucifer spites me in anyway I go into his office and move all the furniture in one direction by a few centimeters. So far it's been 3 weeks, But It's enough to where he notices that something is different but not enough to where he knows what it is :)"
Satan: *impressed smile* I love you so much.
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