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flappingdragon · 11 days

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Hi!

Could I request the brothers + side characters reaction when mc turns into a goose? I was thinking something like mc turned into a goose due to Solomon messing up again, and they act like the goose from Untitled Goose Game, but cuddlier. Like they are still a little menace, but also want to be pet and cuddled.

If you don’t want to do this request I completely understand as it is a bit odd. I hope you have a great day/night!

A/N: Sorry that I’m so late!! I was just caught up in a lot of things and forgot this was in my drafts oof. I also changed a few things up just to be a little silly (and also bc I didn’t want to write the personality of duck MC here). Anyway, I decided to divide this into two parts; one for the brothers and the other for the side characters. Enjoy!

The Brother’s Reactions to Duck!MC

Characters: Lucifer, Mammon, Leviathan, Satan, Asmodeus, Beelzebub, Belphegor

Rating: SFW, fluff

Warnings: GN!MC, no pronouns used for MC, no gender specified for MC, interactions based on the brothers (not MC), personality not specified for MC

Tags: Fluff, the brothers love duck!MC, cuddling, preening, etc.

Part I (This Is Where You Currently Are), Part II (Coming Soon!)

Lucifer

How the hell did this happen?

“Will you stop taking my things, please? You’re making my life even more difficult than it is already.”

At first, he’d have fun with it, teasing you by picking you up randomly when in private

Even going so far as to sit in his lap while he pets you

But then he’d look for a way to fix it

And eventually he does, much to everyone’s protests

He’ll miss the times when he sets you in his lap and feeds you your favourites, but if you can be more helpful to him in your human form, he’d prefer that

Besides

He’d like to see your face instead of that of a duck

Mammon

Oh lord

Is he ever about to get in trouble

He’s no doubt teaming up with you to steal money

I mean

A duck?

In the Devildom?

Now THAT is about to attract a lot of money

He’d probably set up an attraction where lots of demons and demon-kin alike get to meet and pet a real goose

I feel like at the end of it all, even if Mammon did get a lot of money, you’d be exhausted

Because you already know you were out there for hours getting pet by so many

You need to recharge a bit

And that includes a lot of pets from Mammon

And a lot of cuddles

You know he’s going to be so happy to oblige

Levi

Unlike Mammon, he’s not going outside of the house

So you don’t have to worry about that

He’ll set you in his lap while he’s playing video games and he’ll let you time to time between bosses

Hell, he’ll even give you a controller to play with him if he’s feeling extra bored

And it baffles him how you win every time

Because a duck? Beating him? That’s impossible!

But he loves it

He’d lose to you again and again if it meant holding you in his lap like this

Satan

Team Prank Lucifer: Duck Addition

No but seriously, he’s getting into mischievous trouble with you in tow

He’d probably start by making cursed illusions of you but they all have different personalities

For instance, one could be kind and gentle while another could blow up the house

But while your illusions are causing havoc, the real you is resting in his lap as he reads a good book

He’s running his fingers through your goose feathers, practically preening you

He finds it relaxing how he can just pet you and sit back

If he’s honest, he hasn’t been reading his book for the past half an hour

He’s too busy adoring the way you shake your feathers in response to his pets

He finds you irresistibly adorable

Asmodeus

You already know he’s going to put you in cute little outfits

Doesn’t matter how much you hiss at him, he’ll find a way to put some sort of sweater on you

Once he does, he squeals and gets out his phone, taking a selfie with your very-not-amused-goose-face

This is not the first outfit he’s putting you in though, he’s putting you in sparkling pink and blue dresses and cute little tuxedos

He’s also putting some big, fluff coats on you

You’re not getting out of his sight no matter how hard you try

You just have to hope he gets bored

But let’s be honest here

That’s not happening

Beelzebub

Beel is pretty chill when he sees you all snuggled up beside his pillow, minding your own business

At first, he didn’t know it was you so he just kinda left you alone, thinking that you were another one of his brother’s crazy pets

Only when you had followed him out to the kitchen did he start to catch on

And once he does know it’s you, he’s carrying you everywhere with him

To the kitchen, the common room, the gym, RAD, or even the Demon Lord’s Castle

It doesn’t matter

As long as you’re in his arms, he’s happy

And if you want, he’d give you a few snacks as well

He doesn’t mind

And honestly? He’d get a bit sad when you return to normal

He got used to carrying you around :(

Belphegor

You can get he’s not moving unless he has to

So you’re his napping buddy until he’s forced to get up

He’d hold you in his arms and cuddling you as he sleep talks

Sometimes, if you’re lucky, you can escape his grasp and sit on either his back or his stomach

When he wakes up, he’s so confused bc his sleepy brain is thinking-

“Why is there a duck on me?”

And then he remembers that it’s you and he bundles you up in his arms again

He looks away when your duck wings flap in his face but he starts petting you when you settle

He’ll stay awake to pet you despite the pull of his sin that makes his eyes flutter closed every now and then

But he enjoys it

And when you return to normal, he’s in your arms fast asleep

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karuupins · 1 year

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#art #fanart #arcana twilight #arcana twilight spica #arcana twilight sirius #arcana twilight arcturus #stumbled upon this game randomly #game mechanics are lit obm but the story is different #thank god mc doesnt have a canon appearance #but i wish they were gn :/ we can't have everything in this economy i fear

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spacemooshroom · 8 months

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I can see through you

Chapter 1 Chapter 2 (you're here)

Satan/gn! MC (they/them pronouns)

Third person POV (both Satan and MC)

Word count: 4.5k

Genre: fluff

Warnings: Awkward silences and Satan being in denial that's it

Wasn't expecting the second chapter to be double the length of the first one but haha here we are

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Satan was sitting on one of the armchairs in his room, reading the book MC had gifted him.

He hated to admit it, but the human had a good taste in books.

The book was about the life of a man; a completely ordinary man, whose most interesting aspect was the fact he had a cat as a pet. Said cat was the narrator of the book, which made the man's life more exciting.

It truly was thrilling to see the world though a cat's eyes. Just how every moment seemed like an adventure, the uncertainty of it all...

Amazing

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He was just reading a part in which the man had brought his cat for a stroll, and Satan was absolutely mesmerized by the way the cat saw the world; the plants, the animals, the sky, so high up.

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The cat viewed its owner as their companion, part of their litter. The way it described him was endearing; how protective he was of it, how he loved to pet it, how he was always by its side...

TAP-TIPPYTAPTAP-TAP-TAP

What the fuck

He let out a curse and set his book aside. He couldn't quite ignore the attendant this time, since they were knocking on his door.

Just what the hell did they want now?

Wait.

Maybe they had brought him another book?

What if it was another book on cats?

Satan got the mental image of MC, looking through the extensive library at Cocytus Hall, searching for another book that could interest him. He smiled lightly, despite himself.

Truth be told, the attendant had been in his mind more often as of late since they had gifted him the book.

And he hated it.

How dare they be nice to him when he had been nothing but mean to them up until then.

And how dare they try to strike up conversation with him more often about mundane topics like his favorite type of flower or what other hobbies he had, as if they were actually trying to get to know him.

He actually mattered to them?

Preposterous.

He shook any weird thought out of his head and opened the door, and sure enough there they were.

They weren't holding a book this time.

And they weren't pleasantly smiling up at him.

No, this time they had distress clear on their face, in their hands a kitchen cloth.

"What is it?" He asked, not at all concerned at seeing how worried they seemed, of course.

"I was taking a walk in the garden when, suddenly, I started hearing some faint meowing coming from the cypresses," Satan's eyes widened at that "and sure enough, there were some kittens under a cypress, five kittens Satan and... Oh gosh, I tried to search for the mother but she was nowhere to be seen!" They were truly panicked "I don't know if their mom abandoned them, or where she might be, maybe the mother rejected all of them? I don't know if they're in a bad condition, I don't know much about kittens, all I know is," they looked up at him "you know about kittens, you know about cats, and I need your help"

Oh they were a good liar alright.

The thing about them finding some kittens was true, but they were more than aware that the mother would soon be back.

It was a common trait in cat moms, after giving birth and making sure all her kittens are alright, mama cat would sometimes hide her litter and leave them alone for a short amount of time in order to search for food or new shelter.

They knew this because they always listened to Satan when he talked.

This one time, a bit after their first arrival at the Devildom, MC had been wandering around the gardens when they started hearing some faint meowing, much like this time.

They got near the source of the crying, and found Satan crouching behind some bushes, hiding from the kittens...?

"What are you doing?" they asked, puzzled.

Satan shot his head up to look at them, grabbed their arm and pulled them down with him.

He then shushed them, frowning at them.

"What?" they whispered.

Satan rolled his eyes, and pointed at the kittens.

MC tilted their head, confused.

"Yeah, there are some kittens there...?"

He groaned, and started moving his hands effusively. They just stared at him.

"Where's their mother?"

Stan threw his hands in the air, exasperated, then pointed behind his back.

"Why is she gone?"

"WILL YOU SHUT UP" he whispered-yelled.

They jumped a little, almost falling in the bushes if Satan hadn't grabbed their arms and pulled them just in time, causing them to stumble and fall on top of him.

"Get off me, you-!"

"Shhhh!"

"What the fu-"

"The mother! She's here!"

They both stayed frozen. Satan followed their gaze, and found mama cat, jumping down from a wall.

They followed her with their gaze as she went to her crying litter. She laid down beside them, and used her paws to bring them closer to her, so they could feed off her.

MC smiled at the heartwarming moment.

"She came back!"

Satan looked up at them.

They were propped up by their elbows, their face awfully close to his, their body pressed against his own. They stared in awe at the family of cats, a smile grazing their features.

Satan's breath got caught in his throat.

"Get off me"

They seemed to get back to their senses, looking back at him, and as they realized what a compromised position they had found themselves in, they were quick to jump back, away from him.

Satan raised himself from the floor, wiping his hands on his sweater.

He looked up at them, and found them looking back at him, red painting their cheeks. His own face reflected their blush.

After a few seconds of awkward staring, MC broke the silence to say:

"So, why are you hiding?"

Satan directed his gaze back to the cats, and when he saw that the mother wasn't paying them any mind, he said:

"I didn't want to alarm the mother"

They nodded, understanding.

"Did you see her giving birth?"

He shook his head.

"I came here looking for some peace to read my book when I started hearing some meowing. All of the kittens had already been born by then, and the mother was cleaning them"

"How long have you been here?"

He blushed at the question, embarrassed.

"...Two hours?"

Their eyes widened and they chuckled.

"And what about your book?"

Satan looked to the side, where his book laid, forgotten.

"...I'll find some other time to read it"

They laughed again, and Satan joined their laughter.

They stayed there in silence, looking at each other, a light blush on their faces, until MC averted their eyes, flustered. Satan coughed, flustered as well.

He directed his gaze to the cat family, where MC was looking at.

"...Do you think Lucifer will let me take one of the kittens in?"

"No way in hell"

"..."

"...Pun intended"

"..."

"...Did you know that kittens are born with blue eyes?"

And so, Satan spent the next 30 minutes or so explaining multiple facts about cat birth and kittens; how the mother takes care of them, how they learn to survive, their relationship with their siblings, etc. He was like a walking encyclopedia.

And MC listened to every word he said. He rambled on with a glint in his eye, and was very passionate about everything. MC was mesmerized.

And how could he look so pretty while talking about how cats eat their own placenta after giving birth?

MC recalled that moment with endearment.

Once again, the first thing on their mind while stumbling across something cat-related was none other than Satan.

Truth be told, they just wanted to relive that moment with him.

Hopefully it would bring them closer, like it had already happened once.

Or rather, will happen in the future.

Whatever.

Satan was dumbfounded at their sudden rambling and anxiousness about the situation.

They truly looked like they had no idea how to handle the situation, and Satan felt a sudden surge of pride at the fact that they had come to him for help– not anyone else. Not one of his brothers, not Solomon, no, him.

He felt nice. He felt special. He felt seen. All because of them.

"Show me where the kittens are" he said, like he was on some kind of rescue mission, which to him it definitely was.

MC almost laughed, but they had to keep up the "damsel in distress" façade.

They nodded to him and made their way to the garden, where the kitties were waiting for him.

They walked side by side without uttering a word. The bounce in their step was gone, Satan noticed. They were definitely perturbed then.

After a while of walking, Satan broke the silence to say:

"...What's the kitchen cloth for?"

MC looked down at their hand, where they were holding a kitchen cloth.

"I uh- figured maybe we could use it? For... Something?"

"What are you planning to do with the kittens?"

"I'm not sure, that's why I went for you. And I ran to the kitchen to grab this, in case we might need it."

Satan nodded, convinced.

They arrived at the back door and reached the gardens, where MC guided him through to where they had seen the kittens.

It was under one of the biggest trees in the garden, a cypress that stood in a row of many other cypresses.

"Here they... are?"

Both of them stared at where MC was pointing with their hands, but they found that the kittens were gone.

"W-what happened?! They were here just a second ago!"

Satan looked from the base of the tree trunk to the attendant, then back to the tree trunk and once more to the attendant.

"The mother must have taken them somewhere else"

His resolve sounded almost disappointed, MC noticed.

They felt their heart sink at that.

"Maybe they are still around here? We could search for them."

"If the mother took them with her then that means everything is alright with them. No need to search for them. They'll be fine"

Their shoulders shagged.

He was right, of course.

He always was.

There was nothing to fix if everything was alright.

If everything happens as it should happen.

"...Yeah"

Satan noticed their dejected expression.

"Is something wrong?"

He couldn't care less if something was wrong, he thought right after asking. Why was he asking?

Why would they be disappointed that the cats weren't there? Weren't they worried about their well-being? It was obvious the cats were alright, so why did they seem so disappointed?

"...I was kind of excited to show you the cats. To look at them with you"

He stared at the attendant, with their sad eyes and dropped shoulders.

...Oh.

They wanted to share something with him.

He felt warmth spread across his face, ever so faint.

They wanted to share something with him.

That thought echoed in his mind, taunting him.

He wasn't sure of what to say next, if anything, but hopefully, whatever was brewing up in his brain to say to them was interrupted by the most faint of meows.

Both their heads shot down to where the sound had come from, a few steps from the tree.

They approached the spot slowly, and there, laying alone, was the tiniest cat they had ever seen.

It almost blended with the darkness around it provided by the dark Devildom sky, since its fur was completely black.

Satan kneeled next to it, and MC followed suit.

MC was silent as Satan examined it with the utmost attention. As he did so, they looked around nearby, trying to look for its mother.

But she was nowhere to be seen.

And neither any of her kittens.

"...Do you think...?"

"...Maybe the mother abandoned it"

They looked at him, a cold expression on his face.

"But we should wait for a bit. Maybe the mother is carrying all of her kittens somewhere else, and this one here is the last one remaining"

"...Right. That makes sense"

And so, Satan stood up, looked down at MC, who was still crouching besides the kitten, and offered them a hand.

"Come, let's watch the situation from somewhere else so we don't scare the mother in case she comes"

MC took his hand and stood up and smiled at him.

That totally didn't make his heart flutter.

Of course not.

They sat on a nearby bench, close enough to be able to look at the situation, but far enough that the mother wouldn't be frightened by them, were she to come back.

MC had their full attention on the kitten, while Satan was focusing on the fact that they had never been this close to him for this long amount of time.

"That's the cutest cat I have ever seen"

"Did you know kittens have 26 teeth?"

They spoke at the same time and turned to look at the other.

"Hm?" MC asked.

Satan wished the ground would swallow him right there and then.

"...Kittens are born with 26 teeth, while grown cats have 30"

"...Oh!"

"WhydidIjustsaythatwhatthefuck"

"Yeah, they have 26 teeth when they are born, but, um, those fall out, and they grow 30 teeth"

"Whydon'tIjustshutthefuckup"

"So they're like us humans, then!"

"...Do you have 30 teeth?"

MC giggled at his question, and he briefly wished he had never been born.

"No, adult humans have 32 teeth, while kids grow 20 baby teeth. As they grow up, their teeth fall out, and they grow 32 in total"

"...How does it feel when your teeth fall out?"

MC widened their eyes.

"Do demon teeth not fall out?"

"...No? At least, mine didn't fall out"

"...Do you know if angel teeth fall out?"

"I have no idea"

"..."

"There's a question I have for your brothers"

They laughed together, which helped to ease Satan's nerves.

They spent a good amount of time talking and asking each other questions, and MC couldn't help but think to themselves that this was the longest conversation they had ever had with the Satan from the past.

And also the nicest.

Satan, on the other hand, was over the moon.

Someone was actually listening to him. Someone actually cared about him.

This filled him with an unfamiliar warmth, very different to the warmth he felt when he was angered. This warmth seemed to envelop him in a cozy blanket, instead of making him feel like he was surrounded by scorching fire.

He felt nice.

All because of them.

Absurd

After what felt like minutes but was probably a full hour, MC thought to look back at the spot where they had left the kitten.

"Did the mother come back?"

Satan followed their gaze.

"I wasn't paying attention," he answered.

"Me neither," they responded.

"That's another way of saying their full attention was on me"

".....By Diavolo am I delusional"

"We should go check"

"Yeah"

They went over to where they had found the kitten, and they found it there, still.

"...So the mother did reject it..." they mumbled.

They stayed silent for a few seconds, weighing what the implications of that were.

The kitten must have been too weak, and the mother decided that it was not going to survive.

"...What do we do now?"

Satan stared at the kitten, disgruntled.

"If the mother decided that this kitten was not worth looking after because of how weak it is, then the best thing should be to let nature take its course"

"..."

"...I really don't want to do that, though"

"Oh thank Diavolo you said that"

Satan chuckled and kneeled next to it. It was sleeping, shivering. It probably wouldn't survive the night if it was left on its own.

"Give me the cloth"

"...Please" he added quickly.

They kneeled down next to him and offered him the kitchen cloth. He took it and used it to lift the kitten from the ground and envelope it in it.

The kitten was so small it fit right in the palm of his hand.

It moved a bit in his hold, getting more comfortable. When it settled, it let out a small chirp that made a smile grow in Satan's face.

MC felt like their heart was about to jump out of their chest because of the adorable scene before them.

They stood up and Satan followed suit.

"Do you think Lucifer will let me take it in?"

MC looked back at him, this deja vù feeling washing over them.

"Maybe"

Satan smiled at them.

"Let's go inside"

They went back into the house and into Satan's room. He made a makeshift bed with a sweater that was laying on a chair and placed it on his bed, and laid the kitten enveloped in the cloth on the bed. It was still asleep.

Once everything was settled, MC turned to Satan, who sat with them on his bed, the kitten in between them.

"So, what do we do now?"

"We should bathe and feed the kitten as soon as it awakes. Although, we shouldn't give it any of the milks we consume, since neither of them have enough nutrients that the kitten needs"

"So what can we give it?"

Satan mulled it over for a few seconds, when an idea sparked in his mind.

He stood from his bed and walked over to one of his armchairs, where the book they had given him laid. He took it and presented it to them.

"In here, it lists a recipe for substitute cat milk. Maybe we could try it"

"It lists a recipe for substitute cat milk? I thought the book was a biography of some sorts" they asked, confused.

"Yeah, but at the beginning of it, when the cat is narrating how his human took him in, it explains how the human had found him at his garden, much like it happened with this one, and it says that the human took him in and fed him a concoction of sorts, which the author then writes the recipe for as a side note. Maybe we could try it"

MC couldn't help but smile at the excitement he showed as he talked about the book they had gifted him.

"Yeah, we could try it. Though, I should also run to the store to get it an actual bed, a litter box, a feeding bottle and anything else it might need, so I could also buy some kitten milk replacement"

"That would probably be better, yeah"

"Okay then," they stood up from the bed and headed for the door. "I'll be right back with everything the kitten will need. While I'm gone, think of what you wanna name it. And um, you should also check whether the cat is male or female"

Satan smiled warmly at them, despite himself.

"I'll do that. Thank you, MC"

They mirrored his smile and opened the door.

"No need to thank me"

And they left.

Satan sat there, the kitten sleeping next to him.

As if on cue, the kitten stirred from its sleep. It lifted its small head, looking around and meowing.

Satan smiled to himself, feeling endeared by the small creature before him.

He lifted it from its bed, which caused it to start meowing louder. Placed on his palm, he stroked its back with his finger, making it purr.

He picked it up with two fingers in a claw-like way to inspect it.

"Ah, so you're a female"

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Satan spent the next hour inspecting an coddling the kitten, and thinking of what to name her.

And also thinking about MC.

Mainly thinking about MC.

How could he help it? He thought to himself. They made him feel all warm and fuzzy inside. So of course he wanted to feel like that, so of course he was thinking about MC.

Then again, the fact that MC was the reason of these warm foreign feelings was maybe not a good thing.

Specially since in theory, he couldn't stand them.

They were annoying, bright, too cheery, too caring, they had a way too pleasant face that Satan couldn't help staring at,-

He felt his face warm up as he thought of them.

Why was he feeling like this?

These feelings had washed over him like a tsunami. They were sudden, and they made him feel like he had been knocked over by a giant wave and was now drowning in them.

Was this good? Was he supposed to feel this way? Was he supposed to be so helpless around them?

Why was he feeling this way?

Because they cared about him? Was that it?

Was he head over heels for a human because they had been listening to him talk about- whoa

Head over heels?

Wait

What

Was he...?

Did he...?

Was that why...?

His eyes widened at the realization.

He had gotten his hands on some books about romance, and he recalled this one book in which the main character was questioning his feelings for this other character.

He placed the kitten back on her bed, to which she complained, wanting to be back in his grasp.

He walked over to one of the bookshelfs in his room, and pulled the book out.

He searched for the part in which the character was questioning all these things, in hopes of confirming or denying what was going on with him.

He remembered reading this book and thinking about how the main character was such an idiot at trying to deny his feelings, when he was so smitten with the other character.

He reached the part he was searching for.

I sat up on my bed, restless. The moon was shining right outside my window, casting my room in all kinds of eery shadows.

All day, all night, I felt haunted by thoughts of them.

Why was I thinking about all this?

Why was I feeling this way?

It made no sense.

Just a second ago, I couldn't even stand them. They were a loud-mouth bother, too joyful for their own good, too shiny, too beautiful-

Whoa

Am I...?

There's no way...

Right...?

I stood from my bed and grabbed the oil lantern beside it.

Turning it on, I walked over to the mirror in my room, and found my face completely red. I frankly looked like a tomato.

Oh.

He touched his face. His cheeks felt on fire.

Oh.

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He jerked his head towards the door, feeling his heart pick up its pace. In his astonishment, he dropped the book in his hand, which made him curse loudly.

"Everything okay?" He heard them from the other side of the door.

"Y-yeah, just- one second!"

After rushing to pick the book from the floor and put it back in its place in the shelf, he went to the door and opened it, and sure enough, there they were, holding three full bags of goods.

"I'm back!" They announced happily.

His lips curled into a smile at their excitement, despite himself.

He moved aside to let them in and shut the door behind them.

They placed the bags on the bed, careful not the disturb the kitten, that was trying to stand up on her own, but kept stumbling over.

"She's a female" Satan announced.

They looked up at him, their smile growing.

Fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck

"Did you give her a name?"

"Yes," he answered, picking her up, earning a chirp from her "I named her Kukku, which means dark in sumerian"

They giggled.

He screamed inside.

"Did you name her that because of her dark fur?"

He started and blushed.

"No, i named her Kukku because she was surrounded by darkness when we found her. But uh, your reasoning makes more sense"

"..."

"That's smart! And cute!"

His smile mirrored their own, and he felt his cheeks growing warmer.

"Oh, I'm going down"

They walked over to where he was standing, and petted Kukku. She started purring in his hand, earning a giggle from them.

Just as Satan was thinking that this moment couldn't get better, his door burst open.

"Care to explain what exactly you two are planning? Why did MC come back home with... Three bags...?"

Lucifer stood at the door, looking back and forth between Satan, MC, and the little creature Satan was holding.

"What is going on here?"

"..."

"Did your teeth fall out when you were an angel?"

..................................................................

"I still can't believe Lucifer let me keep her"

"I mean, how could he not? She's totally adorable!"

Satan walked MC to the door. After spending the rest of the evening talking Lucifer into letting Satan keep the kitten they had found in the garden and taking care of everything MC had bought for her, it was time for them to go back to Cocytus Hall.

"Still, she even pissed his hand when we gave her over to him"

"Oh I totally thought he was going to kill us and throw her out right there"

He chuckled, looking down at his hand, where the little rascal was resting.

They arrived at the door, but they were both hesitant to open it.

"Remember that a kitten needs lots of special care. Especially a newborn kitten, and especially if the mother rejected her"

Satan nodded at their words.

"I'll take her to the vet tomorrow, to check if there's something wrong with her that we can't see"

They nodded and smiled at him.

"Great. I'll come back tomorrow, so if you want, I can accompany you"

"That'd be great!" He said, excitedly.

He then regretted his excitement, and coughed awkwardly.

"I mean, yeah, sure"

MC chuckled. Luckily, they could see through him.

"Alright then. See you tomorrow, same time as always"

He smiled at them, already wishing for them to return.

"Perfect"

They opened the door and stood there for a few seconds, hesitant.

They petted Kukku a final time, and looked up at Satan, mirth in their eyes.

"I'm glad we found her when we did. And that she gets to have someone as amazing as you as her owner"

His breath caught in his throat, and once again, he felt his cheeks warm up at the compliment.

"How much do I owe you for the stuff you bought?"

They chuckled at his awkwardness and shook their head.

"It's a gift from me to you. Don't even worry about it"

He couldn't help but stare at them, dumbfounded.

"Ah, okay"

They laughed one last time and waved at him as they stepped outside.

"See you tomorrow!"

"See you..."

And they shut the door.

And he stayed there, blushing, unsure of what to do now, taking everything in.

Kukku stirred from her sleep, and started chirping at him.

He stroked her little head and chuckled.

"What do I even do now, hm Kukku?"

As if to answer him, she chirped up at him.

"Yeah, I thought so"

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A/N

You really don't know what stuff you actually know until you're writing something I stood in front of my mirror at 2am counting my teeth and googled it just in case I was making a number up or didn't know how to count

Also I'm not entirely sure if Kukku actually means dark in sumerian bc every article I visited gave me a different word for it but there was a guy in Quora that convinced me of it so yeah

And yeah I couldn't get the image of the "come let's take ibuprofen together" meme out of my head while writing the part in which Satan offers his hand to MC

I really appreciate feedback or just comments so if you have anything to say just do so :)

Thanks for reading!!

#obey me #obey me nightbringer #obey me fanfic #obey me satan #obey me mc #obey me satan x gn!mc #obey me satan x mc #obey me lucifer #obey me fluff #mush writes stuff #obm

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sussysatann · 2 years

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I am /this/ close to starting a re-write fic of the main obm storyline

But before I do, I need your opinions on a couple o' things.

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Which style do you prefer to read?

First Person

I went into the library, searching for a book. I really love the cover.

Second Person

You went into the library, searching for a book. You really love the cover.

Third Person

MC went into the library, searching for a book. They really love the cover.

-> MC's pronouns will be gender neutral regardless which one gets picked <-

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Now, for the romance. (I will not be writing any smut.)

Would you prefer:

A. Platonic relationships with each character all the way through

B. One of the characters is endgame romance wise (who?)

C. Poly relationship with characters later in the story (who with?)

D. Other (please say what)

I do have a couple of ideas before I write, but I'd really love to get your opinions!! <3

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Oh, I almost forgot. One last question:

Human MC or Sheep MC?

#obey me #obm #obmswd #omswd #obey me shall we date #shall we date #obey me fic #obey me game #obey me mc #obey me gn!mc #obm mc

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miiyochi · 10 months

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୨୧ # THIGH ENTHUSIAST ! | SOLOMON

feat. solomon x gn!mc contents. fluff ── established relationship, physical intimacy, nightbringer!solomon genre. drabble, suggestive words. 347 note. it’s been years since i last wrote for obey me. back then obm was still on lesson 40 lol. anyway have a short drabble thing bc my head hurts :p

solomon.

sometimes you wonder if solomon has a kink… a fetish maybe? like how certain people are really into hands but just like to admire certain hand types. occasionally, you sit in your room letting your mind wonder about solomon. you only think this because solomon seems to gravitate towards your thighs a lot.

whenever he sits next to you, his hands are always placed right on top of them. kneading the skin gently, stroking light circles or grazing his hand up and down your thigh. it sends butterflies to your chest when you feel his cool hand on your skin like that but… you like it. so you don’t stop him.

other times, you’ll notice his gaze wandering down when you walk around with shorts or any clothing that shows off your thighs. he finds excuses to have his hand on the small of your back more, or keep you close to him.

“I just wanna keep you to myself, haha ♡” he teases, promptly saying he’s kidding without an ounce of sincerity in his voice.

on the rare occasion he feels tired or when he’s idle with nothing else to do, he’ll ask if he can lay his head on your lap. agreeing to this will result a very content solomon. play with his hair, he’ll let out a pretty sigh that sends an arrow straight through your heart.

during more intimate times with him, solomon makes sure to give extra attention to your thighs. leaving gentle kisses and love bites that are sure to show when you wear shorts. even if his mouth isn’t on them, his hands are. his lips could be busy leaving a trail from your chest to your neck and his hands would be caressing the skin on your thigh.

he’s obsessed and not afraid to show it.

“sol, do you have a thigh kink?”

“hmm… what makes you say that, love?” he asks with a playful smile, head buried between your thighs and pressing open-mouth kisses onto them.

thank you for reading, rbs appreciated<3 m.list

#obey me #obey me solomon #obey me solomon headcanons #obey me headcanons #obey me drabble #solomon headcanons #obey me nightbringer #obey me shall we date #obey me swd #obey me x reader #obey me imagines #om! nightbringer

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mammons-headcanons · 2 years

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Toddler!MC HCS

Summery: Someone (Solomon) turns MC into a toddler on accident! How do the brothers react?

(Please note my blog isn’t 100% set up yet but enjoy!)

-Lucifer-

Oh god…

Notices that everyone is instantly squabbling over who is going now to get to care for mc and sighs

He ends up having to set up roles for all his brothers so they stop fighting over who gets to take care of mc and when.

He’s decided he gets nap time duty, figuring it will be the easiest.

He is wrong

Putting a human child to bed is not as easy as putting an angel child to bed and he learned this the hard way

When he finally gets mc to nap he also feels as if he would like a nap as well.

It gets worse when Mammon gives you.. Luci-bear… a black stuffed bear with red eyes.

Lucifer hates Luci-bear… at first

Then he sees mc tenderly petting the plushie, tucking it into bed, and kissing it’s head

Needless to say he melts a bit inside.

He has learned that all he needs to do is say the following

“Oh..? What is that, Luci-bear? You’re sleepy? But you’re too scared to sleep alone..? Mc.. can you help Luci-bear?”

Mc is out like a light, he now loves Luci-bear… just don’t tell anyone cause he’ll deny it

#just Lucifer for now #agere #agere fandom #obey me #obey me agere #obey me shall we date #obey me: shall we date #obm lucifer #obey me x reader #obey me x gn!reader #obey me x gender neutral reader #obey me x mc #obey me x gn!mc #obey me toddler mc #child mc #age regression #agere headcanons

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luxthestrange · 2 years

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Incorrect quotes #159 Mc Vs Lux

Mc: Lux, I screwed up, big time! Lux: Mc, given your daily life experiences, you’re gonna have to be more specific...

#obey me #obey me!#obey me! mc #obey me x mc #obey me x reader #obey me x gn!mc #obey me x gn!reader #obey me mc #obey me Lux #obey me lux #obey me mc oc #obey me mc sheep #sheep mc #Mc vs Lux #obey me incorrect quotes #incorrect quotes #swd mc #swd obey me #obm swd

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with-love-from-hell · 2 years

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Nullify

{ft. Satan}

Part 6 of the Fortification Series (based on this request)

Genre: hurt/comfort, angst, some fluff

Written for a GN!MC (you/yours, they/them), though the partner is written as male.

WC: ~3.4k

TRIGGER WARNING: Each part contains graphic depictions of various types of abuse, please see specific content warnings for each individual part.

CW: emotional abuse, verbal abuse, yelling, manipulation, sexual coercion, cheating, gaslighting, light skin-picking, swearing, physical abuse, negative self-talk, graphic violence and gore, torture, urination

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Note: Though I do have a masters degree in Psychology and clinical training in treating survivors of abuse, I am not your therapist, nor is this fic intended to take the place of professional help. If you are experiencing any type of abuse, please seek support from a professional. Utilize the Victim Connect Resource Center to get connected to the appropriate helpline.

Satan tapped his foot impatiently as he waited for you in the RAD library. He was tucked away in his usual corner, trying desperately to focus on the book in his hand. Usual something you suggested to him would keep his attention, but right now, all he could focus on was what had been keeping you for so long.

The study session he set up was supposed to have begun nearly an hour ago, though Satan knew it was typical for you to be late. At first, he was very insulted by the behavior, thinking that any time set aside for you should be cherished. His time was valuable, after all...even if the only thing he would be doing was reading in the library anyways. Over time though, he grew accustomed to the fact that you would typically be between ten and twenty minutes late to everything, and adjusted the way he set up your study sessions.

However, as the clock approached the 55 minute mark without so much as a text message to indicate your whereabouts, he began to grow concerned.

Satan stood and paced around the nearby shelves. One by one his thoughts flew by, the content of which becoming darker and more terrifying with each passing moment.

Did they just so happen to forget about today? It was every week at the same time, so I doubt that. Maybe one of my brothers carted them off somewhere...or did one of my brothers leave them by themselves? Maybe another demon showed up and cornered them...What if they’re hurt somewhere and need help??

Just as he was packing his bag to leave and find you, one of the large doors to the library creaked open in the distance. Satan snapped his attention to the direction of the sound of the door shutting hard against the thick wooden frame. Familiar footsteps approached quickly from the distance. Soon enough, you rounded the corner, panting hard with sweat beads sparkling on your brow.

“H-hey. I’m so, so sorry I’m late!” you managed to stutter out the words while trying to regain control over your breaths. Satan sighed in response, the action coming off as annoyance to you, when in reality it was a deep breath of relief that you were okay. You gulped, hoping you hadn’t annoyed him too much with your tardiness. “I un-understand if you don’t want to tutor me today because of me being late.”

Satan glanced up at you, giving you a half smile. “Its no trouble- we will just have to have a shorter session today. Though I must ask- what kept you, Mc?”

Your body becomes visibly tense. “I...I was with {name}. He insisted that I help him with his final Beast-Keeping project.”

Satan quirked an eyebrow at you. “What exactly did he need help with? The Beast Keeping course isn’t all that difficult.”

Shifting your weight between your feet, you cast your eyes away from him. “Well, I mean...no, it’s not. But...he needed my help with his final write up of the assignment, since he didn’t do much of the observations last week.”

“Is that so? Why didn’t he do it himself?” Satan muttered, moving his books back to the table and motioning for you to take a seat. You oblige, removing your own materials from your bag.

“Well, He was out with a few of his friends on Monday, on Tuesday and Wednesday he wasn’t feeling good, and on Thursday he had dinner duty. Plus, this weekend he went on a trip to Hell Dome to watch the Fangol tournament...So I did the observations for him. It only makes sense that I do the write up if I have all the information.”

Satan pinched the bridge of his nose. This wasn’t the first time you neglected your work in favor of basically doing your boyfriend’s work for him. In fact, this was why you needed the extra study sessions with Satan in the first place. Because of how much time and energy went into making sure his assignments were perfect, your own grades started to slip, causing Lucifer begin breathing down your neck. Satan stepped up to save you some grief, but he was becoming increasingly annoyed by how the man you were dating used your passiveness against you.

“Mc...You’re struggling to complete your own work- why do you keep doing his for him?”

You frown. “I...I was just trying to be supportive, you know?”

“There are other ways you can be supportive without running yourself into the ground by doing all his work.” Satan noted, annoyance clear in his tone.

“But...It’s my job as his partner to take care of him.”

Satan’s brow knitted in confusion. “Pardon?”

You rub your forearm sheepishly. “I mean...I’m not a good partner if I cant show him I can take care of him. There’s been many times where I’ve messed up and neglected his needs, so-”

“Name one time.”

“...huh?”

Satan crossed his arms and narrowed his eyes at you. “Name one time that you ‘neglected his needs’.”

“Uhh...” You wrack your brain, trying to think of something to say in response. “Well...there was the one time where I went to the human world with you and Lucifer for a retreat when I had planned to help him with his laundry. And then when I made dinner during the retreat at the castle and he didn’t like it. Oh, and I also spend some Friday nights with all of you, when he said he’d rather have me at purgatory hall with him so we can have some intimate time.”

“Mc, none of that is neglecting his needs.” Satan sighs running his hand through his hair. “You do everything for that man and prioritize him in everything, and not once have I seen him make you a priority. It honestly seems to me like he’s just using you.”

Your frown intensifies and you drop your gaze away from him. “But...If I don’t make sure he’s happy...He’ll leave. He talks all the time about how he could find someone better. Without him I’m nothing.”

Satan stares at you, mortified by your assertion. “Mc, that is absolutely preposterous.”

You shrug in response, picking at a scab on your arm.

Satan shakes his head, snatching your hand in his. “You’re much more than a mule for him to pile his workload onto.- You’re intelligent, kind-hearted, caring, brave, and have a great sense of humor. If he thinks he can find someone better than you, then there must be a pile of manure where his brain should be.”

You let our a soft giggle, but the frown quickly makes its way back on your lips. “Thank you for saying that...but he’s right about everything. If I didn’t have him, I’m not sure who would really go for someone like me.”

“Wait a minute.” Satan squeezes your wrists gently. “Right about...what, exactly?”

“That I’m inconsiderate, prudish, useless, boring, ugly...” You pause, suddenly feeling stupid saying all of these things out loud. You start to wonder why someone who claimed to love you talked to you that way.

“Mc...seriously?” Satan huffs, anger growing at all of the things the man who claimed to love you had said about and to you. As you go on about the things he’s said and done, Satan feels the swell of wrath in his chest only grow more intense. You detail the ways he was clearly manipulating you into doing everything for him, and calling you a bad partner when you try to resist his desires- no matter how outlandish they were. Satan’s breaking point was the brief mention of him withholding affection if you declined to gratify him sexually, and how he had cheated on you multiple times under the guise of you not “putting out” enough.

“I think I’ve heard enough.” Satan murmured in a near growl, but tried his best to hold back his wrath. The last thing he wanted was for you to think he was mad at you. “Mc, why do you stay?”

You chew on the inside of your cheek for a moment before replying in another shrug.

He sighs. “There’s plenty of people who would cherish your company more than this ignoramus...and I am one of them.”

You blink back your surprise. “What..?”

Satan’s cheeks tint a deep pink, not having prepared himself for the confession he’d been holding in for so long. “I like you. A lot. And it hurts me to see you love this man who clearly treats you no better than a bag of trash. You deserve to be treated delicately, and encouraged to be your own person, rather than what he wants you to be...and you didn’t need to fix my family for that fact to be true.”

Your jaw hangs open slightly, not knowing what to say in response. Perhaps the years of your boyfriend tearing you down has made you blind to the fact that other people can- and do- like you beyond what you can offer for them.

Satan squeezes your hand in his. “I can’t force you to end the relationship- nor can I force you to date me instead. But I hope you take the time to think about the words I’ve said today. You’re more than what’s he’s made you believe you are.”

The two of you sit in silence for a moment before turning your attention to your study materials. Not much was done considering all of the time that had been used up by being late to the session and the conversation with Satan that ended up deeper than you anticipated. By the end of it, though, you were finally having second thoughts about the relationship, believing finally that perhaps you did deserve better.

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A week had passed since your conversation with Satan. Much to his dismay, you still remained within the relationship with your boyfriend. He watched him scold and criticize you for the poor marks he got on his Beast Keeping assignment- though the reason was not because of the quality of the work you had done. Satan had tipped the professor off to the fact that the man had been cheating on his assignments, reducing his grade so significantly that he would never be able to raise it past failing.

Since then, he had been non-stop berating you each time Satan saw the two of you together. It was clearly grating on you too. The way your eyes were stained in a permanent state of blood-shot and the deep bags underneath indicated to him that you had spent many nights up sobbing because of his words. He silently wondered when you would have enough. Though, little did he know, that day would come sooner than he anticipated.

The sound of yelling drew Satan’s attention away from his book. It was coming from the courtyard just outside the window he was sitting near in the Library. Satan closed his book and approached the window to see what had drew in a crowd of demons. He froze upon seeing you and your boyfriend in the midst of all the staring eyes, though something about it seemed different. Your boyfriend looked angrier than ever, his words coming out of his mouth so intensely that spittle was flung into your face, given how close his was to yours. You looked hesitant, but your stance appeared much more confident than the usual demure stature you held.

Satan quickly packed up his bad and darted out the door, ready to come to your aid should you need protection. He didn’t think the man would be so bold as to try to physically harm you, but he didn’t want to risk it. As he approached the two of you in the courtyard, his heart fluttered as the firm sentiment he instilled in you escaped your own lips.

“I deserve better than this. I already told you, and I’m not going to say it again- We’re done.” You crossed your arms over your chest and straightened your back further, the action clearly indicating conviction in your statement.

Satan smiled at you from behind your boyfriend, catching your eyes briefly. His eyes shimmered with pride at your ability to stand up for yourself and tell this loser to fuck off. You make a point to glance toward the Library before turning away from your boyfriend, walking away in the opposite direction. If Satan hadn’t known better, he would have missed the signal you gave to meet him in your usual spot.

“Get the fuck back here!” your ex-boyfriend shouted as he stomped toward you. You turned in time to see he had raised his arm up as if to strike you, and felt your heart drop to your stomach. Squeezing your eyes shut, you prepared for the impact of his hand striking your face.

When the impact didn’t come, you open your eyes to find the man gone. The rest of the demons murmured amongst themselves, but nothing intelligible could be gained from their conversation. You happened to notice that Satan, too, was gone. Without further hesitation, you quickly paced to the meeting spot to find Satan, wanting so desperately to be rid of the terrible feeling you had in the pit of your stomach.

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Within seconds, Satan had snatched your ex’s hand out of the air and jerked him backwards to the ground. Before the man had time to react, Satan uttered an teleportation spell that sent both he and the man to the front steps of Diavolo’s castle, preventing you from seeing what he was intending on doing. Satan dropped gracefully from the portal while the man fell from mid-air, slamming face-first on the marble steps leading into the large front doors.

The man groaned, setting his jaw as he rolled over. Satan towered over the man as he regained his bearings, chest heaving as the wrath he felt began to boil over. The audacity this man had in trying to hit you when you tried to leave- he only thanked whatever higher power at work that he had been there to stop it from happening. The more he thought about it, the angrier he became, demon form slipping out effortlessly between growls and labored breaths.

The man’s breath caught in his throat as he witnessed Satan morph into his demon form, and then into something...different. It was almost ethereal; well, if it wasn’t so terrifying, that is. A black mist-like fog encapsulated his entire being, and all that could be seen from where he lay atop the steps was the demon’s intense green irises, and elongated fangs that were pulled up in a snarl. The man felt his heart rate become rapid, the urge to flee increasing- but it was as if he was frozen in place. The air became thicker and thicker as the fog increased its radius, sucking all of the air out of the area in along with it. The man struggled to breathe, beginning to gasp for air as he finally found his body movements return to his control.

An attempt to flee turned into the man’s face hitting the ground once more as Satan’s gripped his leg with his tail, ultimately tripping the man. The serrated scales tore the skin of his calf as Satan dragged him back toward him. He lifted him upside-down in front of his face so that their eyes met. He was so close that he could smell the iron off Satan’s breath- as his gums bled profusely from his growing teeth.

“L-let me go!” The man screamed desperately, darting his gaze around for anyone who could be of assistance to him.

Satan hissed in response; the sound sending chills down the mans spine. He refused to meet any of the man’s words with a dignified response. He only wished to strike true terror into his soul, and engaging in conversation- albeit an intimidating one- didn’t much appeal to him.

Satan’s tail gripped the man’s leg tighter, eliciting screams of pain deep from within him. The ripping of flesh beneath his grasp only fed into Satan’s theatrics, earing a satisfied, toothy grin. He continued constricting the mans leg until his tail met bone, and then- in an action as quick as snapping one’s fingers- the man’s tibia was snapped in two.

The man bellowed in pain as Satan dropped him to the ground. Upon seeing his mutilated leg, the man lost all sense. He scooted backwards away from Satan, mumbling please to be released as he lost control of his bladder. A trail of urine followed him as he backed all the way against the castle door, desperately trying to put as much space between he and Satan as physically possible.

A scoff was all that was given in response to the man’s actions. Satan began flexing his claws in anticipation for their use.

How pathetic.

Satan whipped his tail toward the man, pulling him to his feet by the arm and yanking him forward. Before the man could protest, Satan slashed his claws against the man’s face. Blood and chunks of flesh flew from his cheeks as he wailed, painting the beautifully polished marble steps a deep scarlet color. Satan nearly purred at the sound of his agony, finding deep pleasure in his pain. The man continued to beg as Satan clawed at the man’s face and chest until he was nearly unrecognizable, with the exception of the badge on his RAD uniform indicating he was an exchange student.

When the man had lost enough blood to the point where he was barely conscious, Satan dragged his body back up to the front doors of the castle. He left him in a pile of flesh and sinew, blood soaking the marble as it cascaded like waterfalls down the steps. the action was similar to that of a cat who had killed its prey to display for their owner- a way to display his pride in being able to protect you.

Satan watxhed the mans body for a moment while he calmed himself back down. Just as his breathing stopped, Satan's demon form dissipated and a wave of relief washed over him. He made his way back to RAD with the help of another teleportation spell, feeling exhausted from the mauling dealt out to your ex boyfriend.

As Satan entered the library, he immediately noticed you pacing the floor, picking nervously at the skin on your arms. When you saw him, you followed your immediate instinct and captured Satan in a tight hug. After pulling away and noticing his blood-soaked clothes that had subsequently stained your own attire, you figured you were in for another lengthy conversation in place of your normal study session. To your surprise though, Satan took you by the hand and lead you back to the House of Lamentation to spend the evening with him- in whatever capacity you would have him in.

Before leaving, you notice him glance at a notification on his phone before shutting the device off. You couldn't see all of what it said, but the message appeared to be from Lucifer, asking about the mutilated remains of your boyfriend on the steps to the castle.

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honeyteawrites · 2 years

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Title: A Fool’s Gold

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Pairing: MC and Mammon (platonic or romantic? your choice)

Warnings: None really. There’s mentions of blood but it’s not graphic. Mams also gets a little drunk but nothing bad happens because of that.

Word count: 3,621 (pirate AU one-shot)

Summary:

At the sight of him, the islander violently yanked up a clump of sage. They shoved the herbs into a basket and stood up to face him. The way that they held themself somehow reminded Mammon of a startled sheep, one that was fluffy and soft like a cumulus cloud.

The island villager tried not to stare hard at Mammon. “Where did you get all your scars?”

“That’s the first thing that ya say to me!?”

(Mammon's a fool who left his brothers for his own adventure. On his search for gold, he found a partner in crime instead.)

Other info:

gn!MC (written in third person POV tho so not really a reader insert)

the other bros appear for a little bit (no matter the au they’re a found family to me)

MC and Mammon backstory (since they’re partners in crime y’know)

Mams mentions his bros’ backstory too

keep reading for the whole fic! (I recommend reading on ao3 tho since I haven’t italicized the right words here yet)

“I’m leavin’ all of ya ‘cause it’s time that I, THE GREAT MAMMON, should head out on my own!”

Lucifer sighed as Mammon stood at the helm of the ship. He pointed towards the sky, his gold teeth glinting in the sunlight. “Do you really want to leave? Fine, go ahead. Just don’t complain when you’re on your own.”

“REALLY?” Mammon’s eyebrows rose in surprise.

“Well, I hope you meant what you said. Let’s see how you’ll do without us.”

Mammon insisted that he truly wanted to have an adventure of his own. Surprisingly, Lucifer let him hop off their ship when they hit the next landmark. It was at a warm island nation, one that wasn’t aware of the large bounty on the crew. Lucifer deemed it a safe stop. When they restocked their supplies at the nearest seaport, they left Mammon at the dock.

“Don’t be cryin’ when I’m gone! See ya later!” Mammon waved.

“Good riddance, Mams!” Levi screeched at him.

Mammon stuck his tongue out. “I BET THAT YOU’LL MISS ME THE MOST.”

“NEVER!!” Levi waved back aggressively.

The brothers could still see the shine from Mammon’s gold plated, cheeky little grin as they steered away from the island.

Satan’s face fell as the land disappeared into the distance. “Lucifer, why did you let him go? Now we don’t have anyone to tease on a regular basis.”

“It’s to teach him a lesson. I know that Mammon will be fine on his own, though. He’s actually a capable person when he’s not being foolish.”

Satan shook their head. “When is he ever not a fool?”

Mammon heard that treasure was hidden in the mountains of the next province. The pathway there was through a forest. Townspeople frequented the area to pick herbs, fruit and fungi. Mammon figured that it was better to stray away from the main trail and trekked along a less traveled dirt path.

The trees provided a cool shade from the blistering heat. Clumps of ripe rambutan were just waiting for Mammon to take. He snacked on them as he hiked deeper into the forest. About halfway through the forest, he pushed off a leafy branch that was in his way. It snapped behind him with a sturdy crack.

A small eep! came from behind a bush. Mammon walked around foliage to find the startled face of a townsperson, who was trying to pick herbs in peace.

“Sorry ‘bout that!” Mammon apologized.

The island villager tried not to stare hard at Mammon. “Where did you get all your scars?”

“That’s the first thing that ya say to me!?”

“Sorry, hope you don’t mind that I asked. There’s plenty of people with scars here, but nothing like yours.” They walked closer to him, sparkling with curiosity.

No one had ever looked at him like this before! Mammon could feel his face heating up. He put on the smuggest face he could manage and rolled up his sleeves. The townsperson leaned in as he pointed to the scars on his forearms.

“All of my scars come from fightin’! The ones on my hands are from beatin’ up some guys with my bare hands. I got a lot more on my back from swords and monsters, but ya can’t see them of course.”

The villager tilted their head to the side. “What about the ones on your chest? They look cool.”

“Wha- Oh!” Mammon looked down at his tattooed chest and the faint scars underneath his pecs. He was glad that Lucifer wasn’t next to him. Once, when they were visiting a seaside town, a small child saw them and called their scars “matching.” Mammon found it mortifying at the time, while Lucifer laughed. Mammon's right eye twitched as he rushed to come up with an answer.

The townsperson’s eyes widened. “Sorry, we can talk about something else if you want.”

“No, it’s fine!” Mammon puffed his chest out. “This is from when me and my crew had a run in with the biggest roc I’d ever seen! It was just like the ones from legends. That dumb bird grabbed a hold of me with its sharp talons but I slashed ‘em off with my cutlass.” He unsheathed his sword and sliced it through the air.

The villager eyed Mammon’s cutlass, noticing the few chips in the metal. “That’s pretty cool!”

Mammon nearly sighed out of relief. Besides those scars, many of his other ones were actually from tripping on rocks, bad ship splinters or accidentally getting stabbed by his brothers’ weapons. Only the nastier, bigger scars were from battles with other pirates or monsters.

An awkward silence filled the air. The villager put their hand under their chin and finally spoke. “Do you think that I could become a pirate like you? I’ve always wanted a life of adventure. I can fight too because I took sword lessons for a couple of years.”

Mammon blinked aggressively. “How did you know that I was a pirate!?”

“Besides everything that you just mentioned, I could tell just by looking at you, dude.”

“Well, it sounds like you can handle being a pirate. Maybe… you could come with me when I go back to my crew?” Mammon’s lips were stuck in a stupid grin as his face turned redder. Why did he say that? He didn’t typically judge by appearances, but someone as fluffy as that should not be fighting. But then again, his brother Asmo was practically a sniper. You could never tell just by looking at him.

“Ohh! You’d really take me with you?” The villager was trembling with the biggest smile on their face.

Mammon let out a big hmph. “Maybe, if I decide that I like ya.”

“Before you think about that, can you at least tell me your name?”

“It’s THE GREAT MAMMON.”

“Mammon? That’s cute. I’m gonna give you so many terrible nicknames.”

“Let’s see how good you are. My brothers have already done that for years.”

The townsperson asked Mammon to call them MC. They explained that they had been wanting to move away from their village in search of something new. They agreed that Mammon could stay at their house while he was away from his brothers.

MC took Mammon to the back of their small house. He sat on the porch, staring at their tidy vegetable garden. Meanwhile, MC took down some of their shirts that were drying outside on a clothesline. “Here, so you won’t stand out so much.” MC handed Mammon a white linen shirt, light and perfect for summer.

I’m already wearing their clothing? Mammon took off his jacket and put on MC’s shirt. The size wasn’t perfect, but it sure was comfy.

“You’re pretty cute, Mammon.”

“Wha!?” MC headed into their house before Mammon could say anything comprehensible. Mammon waited for them to come back with a pout on his lips.

MC came back onto the porch with two glasses of iced coconut water. Their smile widened when they saw Mammon perk up at their arrival. He’s just like a puppy~

They set a glass in front of Mammon. “Why did you come to this island?”

“I heard that there’s treasure here. Once I figure out where that treasure is, I’ll take ya on your first adventure!”

MC nearly snorted at his confidence. “Alright, but until you find out where that is, I’ll take you around town.”

For the next week, MC showed Mammon around their hometown and took him to their favorite places. The street food vendors with the best barbeque, the warm bakery that was always welcoming, and the small ice cream shop that they went to with friends.

At the end of every day, they came back to the ocean. Both grew up on the coastline, next to crashing waves and gentle sea breezes. The waters were a comfort that they both shared. Wherever they went, the ocean was with them.

Mammon doodled in the sand with a stick, just like how he did when he was a child. He looked over at MC as they showed him a small crab. “Are you sure that you want to leave this place?”

MC set the crab back onto the sand, where it scurried into the waves. “It’s not like I don’t like it here. I just want to experience something new. It just feels like I’m meant to go somewhere else, y’know?”

Before Mammon knew it, he had drawn the shoreline of a town from a country far away. His hometown. He doodled a pirate ship on top of the squiggly lines that he drew for an ocean. “Yeah, I know.”

Eventually, Mammon got a hold of a treasure map that supposedly had the location of the treasure. It was hidden within a mountain cave and guarded by a mysterious creature from local legend. MC had spent their childhood playing in the mountains, not worried about any monsters. Their treasure hunt would be a breeze.

“I’ll be your guide and you can find the treasure. You’re splitting even with me since I’m your partner now, right?”

Partner? Mammon put his hands on his hips and looked off to the side. “Of course! Since you’re my partner and all.”

A few hours later, they were deep into the forested mountains. The cover of the trees provided shade from the summer sun and the humidity was bearable. As they neared the location of the treasure, MC pointed at a break in the trees that revealed a cave barricaded by rocks. That was surely the location! Mammon thought that it was too easy to find compared to his other hunts for treasure, but he couldn’t care less. As long as there was gold, he didn’t mind what the journey was.

“Hey, look at that! Let’s start digging here.” Mammon placed his hand on a small gap in the cave’s corner. A small bat pushed its way through the hole and flew out into the open. Mammon yelped as the bat began to swoop at him.

“Watch out!” MC attempted to swat the bat away with the rolled up treasure map.

“MC, there’s no need to protect me~” Mammon said with a swish of his ringed fingers.

“Oh, fineee.” They raised their hands and stepped back teasingly. It was only a small bat, after all. The little bat just probably liked that Mammon smelled like the fruit juice that they shared earlier. Red stains were still visible on his white shirt from when he spilled it. Mammon ducked into the forest to avoid the tiny bat, but it stopped attacking him. MC slapped him on the back and laughed. It was no worry, they thought.

The bat flew back into the cave. Mere seconds later, the rocks covering the cave exploded. A swarm of bats rushed out of the cavern and gathered together. They blended into one, ominous flying fox bat.

“That monster! It’s real!” Mammon hissed.

MC bolted and grabbed him by the hand as fast as they could, but their speed was nothing compared to the bat. It unfurled its wide wingspan, covering them with its shadow. Before they could react, it swept in and slashed Mammon in the face with its huge claws. Blood splattered across Mammon’s shirt and the rocks below.

“All you humans who wish to steal my treasure are pathetic.” The bat’s voice echoed through the forested mountain. Birds flew out from the trees, cawing in distress.

Mammon screamed, clutching his face as he fell onto the path. Blood seeped between his fingers. MC unsheathed one of their daggers and aimed it at the bat. It dodged and flew in closer, its claws dangerously close to MC’s face.

“Leave now, unless you want to end up like him.”

MC yanked Mammon up by the collar. “The treasure’s not worth it!” Their voice became fuzzy. He didn’t remember much as MC snatched his left hand and fled down the path of the mountain with him.

The bat’s voice boomed through the forest once again. “You’re lucky that you’ve learned your lesson.” It exploded into a flurry of several bats and dove back into the cavern.

After fleeing through the forest, MC and Mammon made it to the foot of the mountain. Leaves and dirt stuck to their clothing, the sun was beating down mercilessly, and they were out of breath. MC sat Mammon down as they wrapped his bleeding face with their shirt. He leaned against a tree, his one good eye about to close.

“Mams, are you ok!?”

Hey, that’s what my brothers call me sometimes… Dizziness took hold of Mammon as he collapsed in MC’s arms.

MC carried Mammon all the way back to their house. They dumped him onto their bed like a potato sack. His blood stained their bedsheets, but that was the least of their worries. They ran to the town’s doctor to treat their partner.

Before the doctor could shoo them away, MC saw the deep gash running through Mammon’s face. It was surely going to leave a wicked scar. MC waited, nervously tapping their finger against a glass of fresh mango juice. The doctor walked out of MC’s room, not even asking who Mammon was.

“MC, I trust you to take care of this… friend of yours? Tell me if he needs a check up later.” She accepted MC’s small payment of money and a few fresh mangos.

MC tended to Mammon while he was sleeping. The warm hues of the afternoon skies cooled and became the violets of the evening before he awoke.

MC sat on the bed beside Mammon. “Sorry, Mammo. I got a doctor to treat your wound, but the only thing that I have for pain is palm wine.”

Mammon downed the wine instantly. Its intense, sweet flavor overwhelmed his taste buds, but it felt good. MC fiddled with the edge of their blanke as Mammon took another gulp of wine. “Umm.. Sorry for messing up our first adventure together.”

“Aw… Don’t feel bad about it. I’ve been in plenty of awful situations before.”

“But your eye…” MC brushed away the stray hairs sticking to Mammon’s bandages.

“It’s fine! Scars make me look more badass and I can get a cool eyepatch too.” Mammon’s grin hid the pain underneath. MC poured him another glass of wine and patted his hand.

“You’re pretty tough, Mams.”

Mammon’s eye still hurt like a bitch, so MC poured him a couple more drinks. The local palm wine brewed in their town was delicious, after all. MC discovered that Mammon couldn’t handle his alcohol that well. They laid down next to him with their head rested in their hands.

“Mammon, your alcohol tolerance is terrible, isn’t it?”

“Sure, but at least I don’t hurt as much now!” His speech didn’t slur, but his cheeks were flushed.

“Then you won’t be needing this anymore~” MC plucked the wine glass out of Mammon’s hand.

“Well, since I don’t feel like doin’ anything, do you wanna hear what it’s like to be a pirate?”

MC agreed and Mammon was left to ramble about his adventures. He’d been all over the world with his brothers in search of treasure. His favorite thing to do was finding gold and then spending it all.

“What’s the point of money if you don’t spend it?” Mammon said. MC smacked him playfully.

“You don’t even save a little?”

Half an hour into his pirate stories, Mammon’s excitement slowed down. He stayed silent for a moment, took a deep breath and stared at the ceiling. MC got the feeling that he was about to say something that he’d wouldn’t say if he was sober.

“I should probably go back to my brothers in a few weeks, but it sounds real nice just to run around findin’ treasure with you. But if you join our crew, I think that they’ll like ya a lot. My brother Lucifer’s a lot older than us all, even me. I’m the second oldest and Levi’s the third. My little bros are Asmo, Beel, Belphie and Satan’s the youngest. We had a younger sister named Lilith too…”

MC looked at Mammon solemnly. Unlike the other stories that he told, they didn’t make any comments. This was Mammon’s story to tell.

“Our hometown is a seaport on one of the mainland countries. We all grew up in the same orphanage ‘cept for Luci, whose dad was some bigshot in town. He wanted a lot of kids but just couldn’t have any more, so he adopted a bunch of us from the orphanage. That’s how we became a family. Then a couple years after we first met, something started to change in that town. I was old enough to know that it was wrong, but I couldn’t figure out why. I first found out when Lucifer started gettin’ antsy. It felt like he just wanted to take us siblings and run. We just couldn’t leave ‘cause Lilith was so sick. She never got better and died in the fall of that year…”

Mammon’s good eye narrowed and he drew MC’s blanket around himself tighter.

“Lilith was our only reason for staying there. We finally left that month, right after Lucifer got in some huge fight. I dunno what happened, but that was when he got the six nasty scars on his back. After that, Luci stole a small ship, took us all from the orphanage and we got outta that place as fast as we could. His wounds weren’t even done healin’ either. It was one heck of a year. We lost Lilith and lived on the ocean. Then Satan was born the next autumn and we ended up living in another country for some time. Since then, we’ve just been roamin’ the seas for years.”

“Awe, you really love your family, don’t you Mams?”

“I do. I just don’t know what I’ll do when I go back to them. I’m definitely not going to see out of this eye ever again…”

MC held his hand gently. “Well, I’ll just have to make up for your blind spot.”

Mammon squeezed their hand. “Does that mean that you’ll really come back with me?”

“We haven’t been together long, but I’ve stayed by your side the whole time. I’m sticking with you for sure.” MC’s soft smile melted Mammon’s heart.

The next morning, MC awakened to someone knocking on their door. They looked outside the window to see a handsome older man. His attire was so obviously pirate-like that MC laughed. Could he be who MC thought that he was? They dashed back to Mammon and shook him awake.

“Is Lucifer a grumpy handsome old guy with a huge jacket and hat?”

“Uhh yes?”

“Come with me, it’s probably him at the door!” MC dragged Mammon out of their bed and to the window.

Lucifer was still standing there and tapping his foot at the door. Five other people were waiting behind him like a bunch of ducklings. MC knew that they were definitely Mammon’s brothers. All of them didn’t even bother to hide that they were pirates.

Mammon groaned. “It really is them! I don’t know why they went looking for me so soon. I thought we agreed that I was supposed to be on my own for a while.”

“Well, you wanted me to meet them, right?” MC opened the door. Mammon’s siblings crowded into their home. MC could already tell who was who from Mammon’s detailed stories.

“Mams, we finally found you!” Beel squeezed Mammon and picked him in a big hug.

Levi, Satan and Belphie snickered as their big brother got the breath squeezed out of him.

“Ack-! I miss you too, Beel.” Mammon weakly patted Beel on the back.

Beel set Mammon and the ground. Asmo rushed up to him. “Goodness, what happened to your poor face?” He cupped Mammon’s cheek.

“NOTHIN’.” Mammon crossed his arms and pouted.

Lucifer scoffed lightheartedly. “Please excuse my younger siblings. I’ll make sure that they’ll introduce themselves properly.” “Nah, they’re fine. I already heard all about you from Mammon anyway.”

MC brought Mammon’s siblings into their living room. They crammed into the bamboo couches while MC served them tea. Beel and Belphie looked like any other pair of siblings as fraternal twins do. Satan looked suspiciously like a younger Lucifer…

Other than those four, the brothers didn’t look physically alike at all, but their mannerisms were endearingly similar. Levi and Lucifer sometimes laughed with a hand over their mouth as if they wanted to stifle their giggles. Satan and Asmo regularly sassed each other and their other siblings.

Mammon spoke and looked the most distinct from them, but MC could tell that he brought their family together. They all teased him because he definitely deserved it and because his reactions were just too cute. He’s our beloved Mams, MC thought.

They raised their head when Lucifer called their name. “Mammon told you that this crew was his?” Lucifer asked, his eyes softening.

“Yep! He told me the truth when he was drunk though. He speaks so fondly of you guys. It’s too cute.” MC ruffled Mammon’s hair.

Mammon failed to stare at MC discreetly. Their eyes were sparkling once again and their brilliant laugh was enough to put the cheesiest, enamored look on Mammon’s face. To him, they were greater than any amount of gold.

Looks like my partner will fit right in with us!

#obey me #obey me shall we date #mc x mammon #obey me fanfic #gn!mc #gender neutral mc #obey me mammon #om mammon #obm mc #obm mammon #obm

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vhvrs · 3 years

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Anon from last ask here. I am ALL ABOUT your levi and belphie. Also mammon. They're so fucking precious and deserve so much love. The amount of character and relatability they have is fantastic. Kinda wish the game had them like that instead tbh. More inclusive and shit. Give us the chubby peeps and nasty nerds. It's what I am lol

SAME SAME LMAO in a way im glad they didnt just bc it lets u go crazy urself but obm wpuld be so powerful if it did have characters like this... we wouldnt survive GN mc AND fat boyfriends 😔

#also i dont do too much w my mammon but i am equally specific w him so... thamk u..

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theaspers · 3 years

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i realise that obm mc and tot mc are completely different from one another (in that they’re like different categories of mcs) but i really miss the gn aspect of obm shdkd

#i would just like to be vague yknow orz #but i realise that tot mc is more of just. a character that we’re following. in a story ?? if that makes sense

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with-love-from-hell · 2 years

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Hello! I love your stories, I'm a little shy so doing this over anon if that's alright.

I have endometriosis and really bad period pains, fainting, fatigue, etc..

Could you do how the brothers dote on a gn mc with endometriosis or bad period pains? If not all then my top 2 would be Satan or Mammon for this.

Thank you!

Hi Anon! Thanks for requesting <3 I can absolutely do this for you. I used to have wicked periods so I know the feel!

How the Brothers Comfort an MC with Horrid Period Pains

Fandom: Obey me!

Genre: Headcanons, Comfort, light smut

Written for a GN!Mc (no pronouns used), though context indicates Mc has a vagina/uterus.

CW: content has a lot to do with menstruation/periods. Also brief mentions of sex in most of em, but nothing too spicy.

Lucifer

His primary love languages are acts of service and quality time, so he would probably be one of- if not thee- best caretaker when you are experiencing particularly bad pain from menses

Having learned more than his brothers on human anatomy and having learned your particular likes and dislikes, he would know exactly what and how much to get you.

His go-to comfort food/drink items for you would probably be home-made ginger ale, simple broth with bread and butter, and some soothing ice cream/sorbet.

In terms of tactile comfort, be prepared to be wrapped in the most luxurious cashmere robe ever, heating pads at the ready, and gentle lower tummy and back massages

He would not hesitate to buy you tampons/pads from the store. (I've seen folks say he'd been "too prideful" to do something like that but I strongly disagree). He's proud that you're his partner, and that you trust him enough to take care of you. And he has no shame in getting you what you need.

Would play soft music throughout your experience and cast noise canceling spells around his room so his brothers antics won't bother you.

The rest of the time when he's not getting you things or doing things for you, he's right there for whatever you need. Whether it be cuddles, showering with you, helping you adjust your position, or making sure you're able to sleep as peacefully as possible.

He would also be up for any type of sexual gratification you need for pain relief- even if its just getting you off to ease a bit of the pain. Your needs always come first, after all.

Mammon

Mammon would probably have no idea what to do the first time you experienced such excruciating pain from your period

He would do whatever you asked, but you would have to ask him. He def needs to be taught about what human bodies do- especially for uterus havers (and even more so for people with shitty uteruses).

He would probably ask Satan or Lucifer for help in learning how he could better serve you, or he would sheepishly ask you himself.

After he knows what to do, he would probably go deeper into debt bribing his other brothers to do it all for you or ordering things on Akuzon rather than going to the store himself

Not because he doesn't want to help you with those things, but because he doesn't want to leave your side- even for a minute.

He would make his bed the most glorious nest of blankets and pillows that he's stolen from various areas around the house- particularly the high-quality ones Lucifer and Asmo tend to buy

Expect lots of cuddles from him. Like...LOTS. He would also give your lower tummy a massage if your experiencing especially bad pain.

He would love taking a hot bath with you, getting advice from Barbatos or Asmo on bath/body oils that help with pain and tension release.

He would especially love to lean against the basin with you in between his legs, rubbing the oils gently over your tummy and hips

He would probably be afraid to do anything like full on sex with you, but he would be willing to use his hands to give you any relief you need. (And boy is he good at it)

Leviathan

Like Mammon, Levi would probably have a to take a few lessons on human anatomy before he's totally comfortable with what's going on here.

The first time he sees blood in between your legs he probably has a full-on panic attack because he thinks you're dying.

After you explain, he will still be mortified, but he will calm down quite a bit.

As someone who's already anxious as hell around you, it may take him some time before he's okay with physical comfort.

HOWEVER, he does have the most extensive anime plushie/body pillow collection you've ever seen, so he will give you whatever ones you want to snuggle with for comfort.

That isn't to say he wouldn't ever provide physical comfort...he may just need some time to push past the nervousness he feels around you.

He'd probably get a lil embarrassed if you asked him to buy period products for you, but he would still do it after making the task into some sort of imaginary D&D quest lol

He would try to make his bathtub as comfortable as possible, even going so far as to get you special anime pillows and blankets that are exclusively for you, and I mean... if this is an excuse to have you in his room more, he's okay with that.

He probably would try to recreate things he's seen in Anime that help with period pains- like recipes or home remedies.

Expect lots of quality time playing video games and watching anime/movies to distract from your pain.

His bedroom is especially nice to be in because his room generally being darker with softer lighting. It would especially be nice if your pain causes light sensitivity!

Satan

Satan, like Lucifer, would probably already have an extensive knowledge on human anatomy, so he would probably be pretty confident on what to do.

Unlike Lucifer though, he would know a lot more obscure tips and tricks to help with pain- like which foods to eat to help build up your iron levels and which foods to avoid because they dehydrate you; or ways to position your body so the pain isn't as bad; or things that can act as natural pain relievers

He would be ready with methods of relieving constipation as well, as he knows cramps can make bowel movements difficult.

Needless to say, he stocks up on supplies needed and keeps a regular supply in one of the closets in his room that used to be filled with books (since you're the only thing he values more than that, he will find a place to rehome them)

The small daybed by his window is exclusively reserved for you during these times, and he does what he can to make the bed more comfortable. However, he wouldn't blame you if you'd prefer to be cared for in your own room

He would definitely read to you to try to distract from your pain, even accentuating voices of the character dialogs in the books to make you laugh.

He would also be ruthless with his brothers who tried bothering you during this time- even if they just want to help. He doesn't want to risk them stressing you out and making the symptoms worse.

He would give you full body massages, knowing exactly what places to work on gentler or harder to make you feel good.

He would, like Mammon, be a little weary of penetration, but would be more than willing to work on you with his hands if you're needing sexual release.

Asmodeus

King of comfort 100%

He would be better at providing you what you need than any of the best brothers' attributes combined.

He gives the best massages, has the best body care products for numbing/pain relief, has the best atmosphere in his room, and has the softest and most comfortable bed.

Your comfort is his top priority, so be prepared for days of pampering.

He will get you anything you need and more, and will spare no expense to make sure any cravings you have are satiated, but that you're also eating/drinking things that help with the pain!

Asmo would also use a variety of scented candles, incense, and essential oils to help create a soothingly scented atmosphere

He would hesitate to leave your side, often opting to ordering things of Akuzon instead when he ran out of things, but he would still do it for you.

He would pretty much act like he's glued to you- cuddling you 24/7 until you're feeling better.

He would also love more than anything to bath with you, holding you the entire time in line with the "he's glued to you" thing

It goes without saying that any sexual gratification needs you have will be provided for easily. He wouldn't be afraid to do anything and everything to get you off and help you get that release to ease your pain- as long as your okay with him getting off somehow in the process.

Beelzebub

Beel would be very tender and delicate with you already, so expect an extra soft beel during menstruation

He would be wrapped around you most of the time, with the exceptions of getting up to grab food or to get you something for pain.

Overall, he has little knowledge of what you would need right off the bat, but he would learn over time as he spends more and more time with you.

If you are needing anything specific from the store, he would be more than willing to go get it for you, but he would be hesitant to leave your side.

If possible, he will send Lucifer on an errand run while he stays home and comforts you.

He would try to get you to exercise a little bit with him, even if it hurts, because he knows it can help with the cramping.

He wouldn't have you do anything extraneous tho. It would probably be some simple yoga or stretching

He always makes sure your hydrated and he gets you plenty of strength-building foods to help with your fatigue!

He would be hesitant to massage you because he's afraid of his strength and he doesn't want to hurt you, but he would oblige in gentle kneeding of your lower tummy if you ask.

Expect lots of cuddles- even going so far as to use himself as a big ole comfy pillow for you to rest on.

He won't jump on the opportunity of bathing or showering with you, just because he doesn't strike me as someone who'd be way into that and rather sees showers as a purpose of cleaning rather than comfort, but that doesn't mean he wouldn't! If you ask, he'd be more than willing to do that with you.

He would probably stray away from anything sexual with you, just because he wouldn't understand how its supposed to help and he worries about making things worse, but he would get you anything you needed to provide you with self relief, like a vibrating egg.

Belphegor

He would be a bit nervous in helping you at first, just because he's not really sure what to do to help if you're seeking him out specifically

He'd probably go ask Satan for help at first, but once he learns what to do he gains a bit of confidence.

Hes another who will be glued to you 24/7 in a vice grip.

He would refuse to leave your side for a second, and would probably ask Beel to get you anything either of you would need.

He would be more than willing to help you with a bath, but he would be unlikely to get in with you unless you beg him to...not because he doesn't want to, but because he's worried about falling asleep on you.

He would def massage your shoulders while you are in the bath though, and do his best to hit specific points that would help you to sleep easier. He will also stock up on Lavender bath and body oil

His logic is that if you're not awake, you aren't gonna be in pain.

He would do his best to continue paying attention to your needs while you sleep, noticing small signs that the pain is worsening or you're uncomfortable and acting accordingly. Over time, he learns what each of your winces mean and what you need through each one.

While cuddling is a given, this would be one of the rare circumstances where he would force himself to stay awake. He would pay attention to if you need to move positions because you're uncomfortable, or if you need him to massage your tummy or back while you cuddle him.

This is also one of the rare times where he will be of service to anything sexual you would want to do- even if it requires him to do all the work.

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with-love-from-hell · 2 years

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AHHHHHH thats so awesome im so happy.

Now I must know how the brothers would react to mc having a fixation with children's media/stuff tailored towards kids...like plushies or sensory toys. Please omg. 🥺

Or even a lil drabble with storm watching SCI and Lucifer comes in the room and she tries to hide it from him or smthn. Ugh this is so amazing im glad I found you 💕💕

Omg I will def do the second one at a later time bc that sounds like a good opportunity for some fluffy-ass content. Im gonna add the side characters too....just because. For now, enjoy some headcanons <3

Brothers + Side Character Reactions to an Mc with Fixations to Children's Media

Fandom: Obey me

Genre: Fluff, Headcanons

Written for GN!MC

CW: none! :3

Lucifer

When he first meets you, he sees the fixations as a sign of immaturity- and he will probably scoff at them.

When he gets to know you better and begins to become fond of you, the indifference will turn into admiration.

He will definitely feed into them by winning you plushies/toys at Carnivals and gifting you memorabilia from your favorite shows and movies.

He wont admit it, but there’s some of the media he genuinely enjoys! Especially the ones with interesting music incorporated into the show

(He may even learn how to play some songs from the shows just to make you smile)

I feel like Lucifer would especially enjoy calming, light-hearted shows (like Summer Camp Island) or ones with more complex situations (like movies from Studio Ghibli)

Mammon

Mammon will, like Lucifer, scoff at first when you talk about your interests, but he’s secretly interested in what makes it so appealing to you.

Once you show him some of the shows though, he’s hooked.

He would go nuts with purchasing stuff that you like from each show, particularly plushies, blankets, and clothing.

He especially likes matching with you and relating your relationship to characters from the shows, so he will often get a plushy set, or matching hoodies with corresponding characters.

He is not subtle in how his interest in the shows always relates back to you.

He openly loves talking about the shows with you, and will definitely reference memes from the shows with you as well.

I feel like Mammon would especially love humorous media that start off ridiculous and nonsensical and eventually dive deeper into character development and intense plot (like Adventure Time or Regular Show).

Leviathan

As the king of hyperfixations, he would totally understand.

He would obviously still call you a normie though if none of the interests aligned with his right off the bat.

Over time, I could see you picking up some of his interests and him picking up some of yours.

I imagine him loving to Cosplay together at conventions and buying tons of merch from the shows you mutually enjoy.

Just like you love his rants about the media he consumes, he loves yours and could listen to you go on about it for hours.

He would also love recreating foods from the show with you!

He particularly loves the games that you guys can play together, even if they are simple (like Little Big Planet)

I feel like Levi would especially love shows that are similar to his interests already- so like, any anime kids shows would totally be up his alley (like Pokémon or anything from Studio Ghibli).

Satan

Another hyperfixation king who would be totally understanding of your fixations, but will probably see you as similar to Levi in your interests until he gets to know you better and starts to like them himself.

As an avid reader, he has a much easier time getting to the media you enjoy if it’s in book-form first.

He would probably really enjoy YA novels with complex character development and intense plot (like The Hunger Games or The Darkest Minds)

But he probably would also enjoy media that’s a directed toward younger children too, especially if the artwork within them is unique and engaging!

After going through books, he would probably be open to watching shows with you. He may want to dress up like some characters after seeing them visualized.

I feel like Satan would especially love shows or movies that are very intense, deep, and focus a lot on convoluted messages (like Infinity Train or Over the Garden Wall)

Asmodeus

He thinks you are literally just the cutest little thing!

As someone who enjoys bright colors and things that are adorable, he would absolutely eat up any children's media you show him.

He would love doing makeovers on you to make you into your favorite character, or inspire looks inspired by your favorite characters.

He would find the cutest merch imaginable and get matching ones for himself to wear with you.

He would also get you the most giant plushies from shows you like that he can find, along with other memorabilia.

Expect to be taking lots and LOTS of photos for his Devilgram with all the stuff he gets for the both of you.

He especially loves musicals, so get ready to hear him singing songs from the movies and TV shows you like all the time.

He would especially love very cutesy media (like anything from the Sanrio company), media with interesting fashion and style opportunities (like Steven Universe) and media with lots of simple, exaggerated tropes (like Disney movies)

Beelzebub

At first Beel is indifferent toward your interests. He doesn’t judge you for them, but doesn’t really see what you find interesting about them.

When he gets to know you better, he comes to enjoy watching various shows and movies with you.

Mostly because, you know...you’re there...but also because he genuinely becomes interested in it.

Beel would love baking/cooking recreations of various foods from the shows, movies, and books that you like- especially since he gets to eat the creations.

He would also try his hand at making something personal for you from the shows, like a plushy.

Overall, he loves having movie nights with you and Belphie where you just binge-watch movies from the human world and snuggle together.

Beel would especially love media that focuses on family and relationships (like She-ra and the Princesses of Power) or shows with characters he can relate to (like Winnie the Pooh, or Scooby Doo)

Belphegor

Belphie probably finds your interests weird at first, and will probably pick on you for “being into baby stuff.”

After peeking an eye open after hearing some interesting dialogue on the show you’re watching though, he probably gets hooked pretty fast.

He would probably get you matching shirts or maybe some slumbering-type memorabilia (like blankets or pillows with the characters on it).

Belphie probably wouldn’t like anything too complex in it’s messaging- opting for more silly and weird shows to watch with you.

I feel like Belphie would be particularly fond of the era in animation where kids shows were really weird and dark (like Courage the Cowardly Dog, Ahh! Real Monsters, or Invader Zim)

Simeon

Simeon probably thinks your child-likr fixations are very cute, and makes him view you a bit more innocently.

He would eagerly join you in watching whatever content it is, and would probably pay more attention to your excitement rather than what's on the TV.

He would also love playing co-op games with you, especially if they're very calming and easy on the eyes (he'd probably really love Animal Crossing).

He would be another who especially loves more soothing shows (like Summer Camp Island or Winnie the Pooh) and I could really see him liking campy live-action movies staring the Muppets.

Luke

Luke would be over the moon if you liked children's media. Given that...ya know...he's a child n' all.

However, he wouldn't outwardly say it because he wants to be seen as more 'mature.'

He'd probably make some excuse about needing to study but it just so happens to be that he walks in on you watching a very interesting TV show.

He wouldn't say it out loud, but he's dying to play with any action figures or toys you have from the shows.

He'd absolutely love it if you would recreate some baked goods from the show with him!

Luke would be especially fond of shows that have lots of action (like Masters of the Universe: Revelation, or Power Rangers) or movies that are sweet, simple, and funny (like media from DreamWorks or Pixar)

Diavolo

This big ol' man child would be ELATED to engage in anything you like, and would have no shame in it.

He really wants to learn more about humans, and media from the human world is a good way to do it- regardless of its for kids! If anything, that's even better so he can learn about human development!

He would really love getting matching clothes for you both to wear from your favorite show. Im talking shirts, sweat pants, hats, socks, sunglasses, etc.

He gets just as fixated on it as you do, and will spend hours talking about the show with you.

He would also absolutely share fan fiction and fan art with you that he finds!

He would especially be into media with longer, more unique plots and engaged fandoms (like Avatar: the Last Airbender or Steven Universe)

Also, he would absolutely adore Minions (no, you cannot change my mind)

Barbatos

Barbatos wouldn't be super into it at first, but he would be intrigued as to why the media you consume is so interesting to you.

He would probably watch you as you watched or read the various different media you like.

Overall he would love gifting you special things from the shows you like, like memorabilia from very nuanced items that you wouldn't think about.

He would also love trying to recreate recipes from the shows to have you try.

He would probably be into media that are a bit darker or have a more intense plot (like Over the Garden Wall, Gravity Falls, or anything from Studio Ghibli)

Solomon

Solomon has been through so many different eras of kids media that he wouldn't really have a connection to it, and unfortunately would probably not remember much of his childhood.

That being said though, when you introduce him to that content, he becomes just as fixated as you.

Something about it makes him feel young again, and he especially likes it because its something he can share with you.

He would love getting matching hats and going to special showings of old movies in the human world.

He would especially be fond of movies from the 1980s (like Neverending Story and Pans Labyrinth) or more existential kids media (like Over the Garden Wall or Kipo and the Age of the Wonder Beasts)

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