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projectdemonlibrary · 2 days ago
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He Accidentally Pins You Down - Obey Me! x Reader
Lucifer
“While I didn’t mean for it to turn out this way... seeing you under me like this...” You squirm as Lucifer smirks, his crimson eyes darkening as he looks at you, clearly enjoying the situation more than he should.  
“Lucifer, come on,” you complain, making as if to get up, only for the demon to settle his hands on your wrists rather than on either side of you. You can feel your face flaming. 
“You know,” he says, his smile widening as he leans his face closer to yours. “It’s been a while since we had time to ourselves. All I would have to do is lock the door...” You hesitate. He is right, after all. It was hard to find time to be with Lucifer when you were both so busy...
“I want lots of kisses.” Lucifer chuckles. 
“Of course,” he promises before he leans in close to your ear. “And I want you." 
Mammon
The white-haired demon’s cheeks turn dark with blush as he strangles out an apology. To your alarm, his nose starts to bleed, and you quickly ask if he’s okay. 
“I’m fine! I’m fine!” he hisses, his flush darkening even further. “I didn’ hurtcha or anything, right?” 
“Well, the couch is pretty cushiony, so...” 
“Ah, shit,” Mammon swears under his breath, and he jumps off you as he runs for a tissue to nurse his nosebleed. 
“Mammon? Are you sure you’re okay?”
“Yeah, yeah, I’m fine!” he calls back, and you can see his ears are glowing. “Holy crap, I think I know what Asmo meant when he said that...” 
“Are you turned on?” You let a teasing note enter your voice. 
“That’s not it!” he blusters back. “I’m tellin’ ya, that’s not it, so don’t go gettin’ any weird ideas!” 
Leviathan
The purple-haired otaku is frozen on top of you, his eyes wide and still processing where he is. As the instants slip by, his entire face turns red as a cherry, and he scrambles off you as quickly as he can to hide in the corner, curling into a ball and covering his face while his ears peek out like red lights. 
“Levi, don’t you want your DVD back?” you ask, crouching in front of him, and he shakes his head, mute. “Come on, don’t hide like that.” 
“This is so embarrassing!” he complains. “Let me die! Let me crawl into a hole and die!” 
“Levi, you’re being ridiculous...” 
“I’m the most cringe of cringe!” You sigh and give Levi a hug, feeling the warmth of his face seep into your shoulder as you assure him that he’s just fine. 
Satan
“Well,” Satan clears his throat. “This is awkward, isn’t it?” He nervously laughs. 
“A little,” you agree, although you’re not particularly opposed to the situation you’ve found yourself in with the blond. 
“Let me help you up,” he says, as if just realizing he can get off you, and he pulls you up with his offered hand. “There we go. Sorry about that.” He smiles, although the blush on his face hasn’t disappeared as he rubs the back of his neck. “Should we, ah, keep looking for that book I was going to show you?” 
“Please.” Satan nods and picks his way through his mess of books, stepping past you for the novel he’d told you about earlier. “And... since you haven’t read it, would you mind if we read it together?” 
“I wouldn’t mind that at all.” He widely smiles as he says this, clearly happy about the suggestion. 
“Can I sit in your lap too?” Satan’s blush renews itself, even as he slaps a hand over his face, muttering a curse under his breath.
“...Oi, oi, come on now... you know I can’t say no when you ask like that...”
Asmo
“Hehe~ Whoops~” Asmo hums, and you can feel the brush of his scarf. “Clumsy me. You’re not hurt, are you~?”
“...no,” you reply after some time, having to restrain yourself from admiring his beautiful face as he looks down at you, his orange eyes swimming with a playful lust, even as he pouts a little. 
“Oh, shame! I messed up your pretty hair,” he complains, and you nervously laugh. Your hair is the least of your concerns, considering the fact that he’s so close he can kiss you. In fact, he does kiss you. “What do you think? Does your lipstick look good on me? Of course it does, right?” 
“It does,” you confirm, and that’s the truth. He happily simpers at you. 
“I knew it! Thank you~” Asmo kisses your cheek. “To make up for your hair, why don’t I make your skin pretty with this lipstick~?” 
Beel
“Ah... sorry.” Although Beel is apologizing, all you can think of is how much bigger he is than you. He could have squashed you. “I didn’t mean to fall down like that... it’s just... I was so hungry, I think my legs gave out...” 
“It’s fine,” you say, your mouth going dry as he struggles in vain to get back up again. 
“I feel so weak...” he groans, and shaking yourself free of your astonishment, you rifle around in your pocket to give Beel the emergency granola bar you keep with you especially for him. “Oh, thank you so much! You’re my savior!” he cries in joy as he eats the granola bar whole, wrapper and all, before he finally rolls off you. “So... like I was saying, do you want to eat together?” 
“Like I’d ever say no,” you chuckle, even as Beel practically lifts you up from the ground, and you can feel your stomach flutter as he does so with a huge smile on his face before he hugs you tight. 
“Of course. Thank you.” 
Belphie
“B-Belphie??” 
“So sleepy,” he mumbles, his purple eyes lowered with the weight of his drowsiness. He yawns. “It’s such a pain to keep myself up like this...” 
“No, wait, don’t relax! Belphie!?” You can feel yourself burning up as the demon lets the weight of his body settle partially on top of you, his head practically next to yours as he cuddles you. He’s smiling as you try to draw him back out of NREM-1. “Come on, don’t sleep on me!” you protest, but as if to go against your wishes, he curls closer to you, his light snores echoing in your ear. 
You groan, bringing one hand up to your face as the youngest brother sleeps on top of you. Well, it wasn’t as if this was particularly uncomfortable, in any case. You suppose that you can enjoy the afternoon nap along with him...
Diavolo
Diavolo seems a little startled at the sight below him, as if he hasn’t realized he’s just bowled you over during your game of tag. “I’m sorry; I didn’t mean to knock you down like that. Are you alright?” You try your best not to ogle the muscles in his chest peering through his uniform and ignore the fact that his leg is wedged between yours. 
“...Fine,” you reply faintly. You can smell his rich cologne, and you’re suddenly aware that you’re on the floor, in his castle, with his pale yellow eyes glittering down at you...and Barbatos wasn’t in the room. 
“Ah, that’s a relief,” he sighed before he smiled, pulling his arm underneath your back to bring you to sit up with him. “I was worried I got a little too aggressive with you.” As he says this, you swear you can see a playful light in his eyes, as if he knows exactly what was on your mind...or maybe he’d been thinking about it on his own. 
You clear your throat and say, “I think you should be disqualified.” 
“Eh? Why? I caught you fair and square.” He pouts. 
“You pounced on me.” 
“And I’d do it again.” He grins, and you can feel your heart burst. This man will be the death of you!
Barbatos
“My deepest apologies.” Barbatos sighs and offers you a contrite look. “I’ve made myself quite ungraceful today... Not only do I waste your tea, but I also fall on top of you... I’m quite ashamed of myself as a butler...” 
“Barb, don’t be so hard on yourself,” you try, your heart jumping in your mouth as he picks both of you up and deposits you into the chair you’d knocked over when he pinned you down. He immediately sets himself to cleaning up the tea he brought you. “You’re not perfect.” He chuckles. 
“Thank you for going to the trouble of consoling me.”
“It’s no trouble!” you retort. “Here, let me help!” 
“You’re too kind,” he says, but he at least accepts your help as you clean up the spilled tea together. 
“If it makes you feel any better, I didn’t mind,” you assure him, and when he glances at you, a little surprised, you find yourself second-guessing if you should have said that. Still, when he smiles, you decide it’s fine. 
Simeon
You find yourself looking at each other wide-eyed, Simeon’s hands on either side of you, his angel cape strewn across your body. Simeon is the first one to break the silence when he gives you a helpless expression and laughs. 
“Oops?” he says with a cute tilt of his head. You laugh along with him, although for not the first time, you find yourself incredibly tempted to investigate the muscles Simeon so generously put on display. 
“That’s the best you’ve got?” you chuckle, even as you both get off his bed, and the angel fixes your hair. 
“It was a little messy,” he explains, and you give him a quick thank you. You must admit that you feel a little abashed that you were thinking some very inappropriate things while Simeon was nothing but sweet, completely oblivious to the situation. His hand lingers in your hair, and you can feel the warmth of his palm at your cheek.
“Simeon?” 
“Ah, I’m sorry; I was entranced for a moment,” he replied, and you saw he was looking at your lips as he retracted his hand.  
Maybe... not entirely oblivious.
Solomon
Solomon is laughing to himself, practically losing it in the midst of your situation. “Well, this is a situation, isn’t it?” It certainly is. The two of you became tied together by magic, since the sorcerer had been attempting to experiment with a new spell he found, only to discover that the spell wasn’t as straightforward as he might have assumed. 
Just a few moments ago, he had tripped, sending you both tumbling to the floor, scattered with his numerous research papers, and now you find yourselves with a new problem—getting back up again. Your hands are glued to his, and he’s struggling to reach the spellbook where he found the magic in the first place so that he can at least start to reverse what he’s done, but you have to move in tandem if either of you want to get anywhere. 
“This is so awkward,” you mumble, following the movements of Solomon’s knees as well as you can, practically crab walking. 
“But it’s quite fun, don’t you think?” You can only shake your head as he leans over you to read the book. 
“You have strange tastes, Sol.” 
“Really? Ah, so all I have to do is...! There!” With a flash, both of you are unbound, and Solomon smiles down at you. All you can think of is that Solomon must have planned this mishap so that he could flirt with you.  
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shhhhimwatchingthis · 15 days ago
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You want to know why Inigo Montoya remains such an iconic and beloved character even 35 years after the Princess Bride came out?
It's because he's one of the few characters in fiction who has a story where he has dedicated his life to revenge, his whole motivation is about getting revenge....and he gets it! and then he isn't empty or despairing! he doesn't regret it! he's totally satisfied!
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peggingpuddin · 3 months ago
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I know it started because of a think from Math class, but sometimes I look at a story and hear what the creators were trying to say and the phrase ‘no work no credit’ keeps on popping into my head.
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