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temis-de-leon · 1 month

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Love potion and OM! Brothers - Part 2

Characters: Satan, Asmo, Beel and Belphie (x reader, separately)

Intro , Part 1 , Part 3

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CW: fluff, a tiny little bit suggestive, Belphie's a brat (aren't we all surprised), brothers crushing hard and MC implied to be crushing hard too, pre-established relationship

A/N: Just like in other posts, I can't seem to be able to properly tag some of you :(

Satan

How could he see the cat from his seat by the window, Satan didn’t know, but he would be crazy if he ever let go of the opportunity to pet one. The only thing he could think of before rushing out was grabbing you and some treats and hope the kitten was still there by the time you arrived.

He could feel his excitement buzzing in his chest when he knocked your door, but no sound came in return. He sent you a message, growing impatient and pacing in the hallway until he entered your room with determination.

“MC! Cat alert! I need help to sneak him in!”

Your smell was strong, but you didn’t seem to be in the room. Weird. However, it didn’t take him long to realize it was actually coming from the cauldron.

Satan got closer, temporarily forgetting about the cat while he studied the glittery liquid or, rather, holographic. He moved the spoon, humming when it reflected the warm light of the candles in a fluid motion. The smell was delicious, but it didn’t resemble any food he could think of. Actually, it reminded him of the Royal Library and the cat café you both visited after your study sessions.

Soft, shimmering, appealing.

A love potion? What were you doing, MC? Trying to enchant somebody?

He could tell you had left before finishing your project, otherwise, the essence would be stronger. Satan wondered if whatever you smelt reminded you of him in any sort of way. Maybe his cologne? Or the smell of treats and old books that plagued his room?

The brief thought of adding a strand of his hair crossed his mind, but he quickly erased it. He loved you and he wanted you to love him, yes, but he’d be damned if he forced those feelings. You taught him love and affection, allowing him to experience every word he’d ever read in his romance books and picturing you as the main character’s love interest.

Satan had no doubts. If you were to reciprocate his feelings, he’d prefer them to be real.

Asmo

“You won’t believe it, MC!”

He gained one thousand followers in Devilgram in just one night! Sneaking out and going to that party with Mammon was totally worth it! They both had to kneel before Lucifer for three whole hours and Mammon was hung upside down, that was true, but still, totally worth it!

Now, where were you? Your phone was charging on your bedside table and only half of the candles were lit, pictures of the family and various trinkets decorating the branches of the tree. He could see all the skincare products he’d ever recommend and bought for you on the table, but he frowned when he hold a bottle in his hand and felt it was almost empty.

Why didn’t you tell him? You could use the opportunity to go on a shopping spree with him! But… ooh, what were you making? It looked like the face oil you just finished! Silky, golden and glittery, almost odourless if not for the faint smell of your lip balm and flowers; roses, like the ones in his room.

Were you trying to replicate the product? He could understand why, it was a little expensive after all, but it wouldn’t achieve the same results as the original. Natural ingredients had some limits, after all. But hey, it could be fun! You had some great ideas, MC; although it was a pity you didn’t want to share them with him.

Or, maybe, you wanted to surprise him! A fuzzy feeling covered his heart at the thought, like bubbles in a sugary drink, and he had the sudden need of sitting down next to the cauldron with mixed words stuck in his throat. The oil changed its appearance from that perspective, the golden colour turning hot pink with red swirls.

Asmodeus stared in amazement, wondering what type of ingredients you used to create such a hypnotizing concoction. Could you share the recipe with him? It would be your little secret! He already had some ideas for the next one, like a soft baby pink or a shimmery white that looked and smelled like frosting.

Or, perhaps, if you were keen on the idea, you could come together to create a new smell that would only belong to you. Something that he’d never share with anyone else and could never be duplicated.

Like all the love he felt for you.

Beel

Forgive him, MC.

It smelt too good.

Like cheeseburgers with fries and pizza with sodas and raw cookie dough with marshmallows and ice cream and chips of every flavour… Everything he had ever eaten with you, especially during that movie marathon weekend.

It had been a consolation price for losing his last Fangol game, something that hardly happened and left him with a sour taste in his mouth, broody and frustrated, so not like him. He’d been hungrier than ever then and, if not for Lucifer and Lord Diavolo, he would’ve eaten half of the coliseum. Thankfully, you had a whole stack of food ready to be taken in the kitchen.

Beel knew you probably bought it all thinking he would win the game, but, hey, food is food. He’d never think of complaining, especially when it came from you.

He didn’t remember what you watched and he already apologized for it a couple of times, but he wasn’t really bothered about it. After all, he’d spent the whole weekend cuddling you, crossing the wobbly line of friendship you’d both established long ago, and eating everything you had for him. Only when the week began again he realized he hadn’t been left entirely satisfied and he deeply hoped you felt the same.

Should he had kiss you? Distract you from the movie and confess under the blankets, smelling you amongst the sugary and savoury food?

He wasn’t sure at the time, but Belphie’s teasing was encouragement enough for him to leave his bedroom and rush to yours.

But you weren’t there.

And the cauldron smelt so good.

Beel didn’t even have time to check what it was before drinking it all at full speed as if it was a bottle of water after practice. The smell remained only for a couple of seconds, but he didn’t feel any different, maybe a little bit warmer than before.

Whatever.

Where were you, MC? He had something to tell you.

Belphie

He was dreaming of the beach, waves crashing against the sand and warm wind tanning his skin, but you weren’t there. He looked around for a while, finding no one, so, although very reluctantly, he forced himself to wake up.

The attic was empty and without the seawater’s coolness the high temperature in the room left him sticky, tangled in his sheets and uncomfortable. He searched for his DDD, toying with the idea of sending you a message in hopes of sleeping in your room, but he didn’t know how long it would take you to respond, so, grabbing his pillow and his blanket, he got up and went down the stairs.

He hadn’t seen you since last night and you didn’t share any classes that day, hence him not going to RAD despite Lucifer’s complaints. Then, dinner had been hectic with everyone trying to get your attention, so, overall, Belphie didn’t really spend any time with you that day and he missed you too much to sleep properly.

Yes, he blamed you.

And yes, it was a reason good enough to enter your room without knocking.

Disappointingly, just like in his dream, you weren’t there, although it smelt so much like you: your human essence, your body products and your detergent, which he’d stolen multiple times to clean his bed sheets.

Did you do laundry recently? Why didn’t you say anything? Or were you in the shower? In that case, don’t worry MC, he could wait, just not for long; after all, your bed was too comfortable and your room was especially homey that night. He expected you to be already at the beach by the time he got there.

Naked, clothed, in your swimwear, he didn’t care. Belphie just wanted you there with him. Hopefully, forever.

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belphies-cowgirl · 2 years

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obey me headcanons pt. 2

word count: 900+

Lucifer tries to pick you a single red rose from the garden at the demon lord's castle each time he visits (sometimes Barbatos catches him, and Lucifer plays it off as him just leaning down to tie his shoes) the roses are hung along the ceiling trims in your room, adorned with a white ribbon to hold the stems together.

"here MC, let me help you hang those up, I told you to stop standing on chairs like that, what if you fall?"

"Luci, don't you know that red roses symbolize love and admiration?"

Mammon will NEVER admit this to ANYONE, but he has a secret savings account solely for buying you gifts. he claims he had the money to buy you something from the extra shifts he worked.

"Mams what's this? it's so lovely!"

"gah! here t-take it, it's for you, and don't go blabbing off to my brothers about this!"

Levi will purposely lose at games sometimes just so he can see the way your face lights up in excitement when you win. he absolutely adores the little lines on your face when you smile and the way you grab onto him in excitement.

"oh my gosh, Levi look I did it! aren't you proud of me?"

"y-yeah MC, good job, but let me s-show you some tricks on how to beat your previous score. t-that is if you can b-beat me again next round!"

Satan once asked Solomon to help him visit the human world so he could look for books that you loved before you came down to the Devildom. shortly after his return, he summoned you to his room and pushed the stack of books into your arms with rosy cheeks.

"here you might like these, I found them lying around while I was organizing my books."

"woah, I used to read these books all the time back in the human world. I didn't think I'd be able to read them again, thank you so much Satan!"

Asmo handmade you and him matching rose gold and silky-textured pj sets, and he expects you to wear it when you and him have sleepovers. he can't help but run his hands all over the soft fabric, his fingers leaving trail marks in the velvet as he runs them along your curves.

"oh MC! you're so cute!! I could just cuddle you to death~"

"Asmo please you're gonna squish me!"

Beel likes to make late-night snacks in the shape of little stars, as well as suns and moons (if he can manage not to eat them all before bringing them to your room to share with you)

"awh, Beel these are so cute! I guess I'm the stars, you're the suns, and Belphie is the moons!"

*munch* "yeah MC, that's right, i'm glad you like them. whenever Belphie and I look at the stars together, we always think about you." *munch*

Belphie will without a doubt take a nap on your lap or your shoulder, no matter the place. if you're lounging in the common room with his brothers, he will curl up in your lap and wrap his tail around your leg and link one of his fingers with yours.

*yawn* "MC, uncross your legs please, I'm so sleepy."

"okay, but don't drool on me this time."

Diavolo likes when you organize his stationery. he likes that you make sure everything is in its place, so when he's so immersed in paperwork he doesn't have to stop to search for what he needs (you once gave him a sticky note that says "I'm proud of you for working so hard <3" and he has it taped on his desk)

"MC, i've finished my paperwork, so how about we go out for dinner? I haven't seen you all week, and i've missed you."

"we see each other every morning, silly, but yes I would love to have dinner with you."

Barbatos once got so worried that you wouldn't want to be with him anymore due to him being so busy, that it started to distract him from his daily tasks. so he asked Diavolo if once a week he could have a longer break than usual so that he could spend time with you and remind you how much he loves and cherishes you.

"MC, I think about you all the time. when I am not busy, I would like to spend and cherish every minute with you."

"oh Barb, i'm so happy you feel that way! I was so worried that you didn't want to be with me anymore."

Simeon keeps a private journal so that he can spill his heart out for you onto the pages. he gifts it to you once every page is inked with words of his eternal love for you.

"MC, I hope you will love this as much as I love you."

"Simeon, this is beautiful, I didn't know you felt this way about me, I love you so much!"

Solomon gifted you a charmed locket that allowed you to feel his heartbeat, he wants you to know that his heart will never stop beating for you whether the two of you are together or apart.

"nice try MC, but you won't be able to fluster me that easily."

"if that's the case, then why is your heart beating so fast?"

Luke will run to you and hug you whenever he's being teased, he'll turn his head to the side and stick his tongue out at Lucifer and his brothers.

*sob* "MC, they won't stop teasing me!"

"guys stop being so mean to my sweet little angel!"

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jazeswhbhaven · 4 months

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Fa La La La La Michael's on Sale (Christmas Miracle L-Card PROLOGUE Spoilers I)

Most of you know the drill when it comes to my reacts/playthrus It's usually a two-parter, I sit here and say my h0rni mess while paraphrasing and summarizing what it is I saw lol You'll be seeing me go over more of them this week, including Beel's event, Raphael's prolouge, and others. But for now, grab yourself a snaky snack, and let's dive in ♨(⋆‿⋆)♨

First off, Minhyeok is an uncle??? That's so wholesome and cute and look how happy his nephew is to see him <3333

We start off with Minhyeok being a bit grumpy cause it's Christmas and MC isn't here, meanwhile some random women are ogling him as they always do...but yay he's greeted by his adorable nephew and....

Minhyeok's fine ass older brother (ᇴ‿ฺᇴ)

So he asks him where his wife is (booooooooo gimmie single dilf to lust over please and thank you /hj) And his brother is like yeah my wife said I'd be i the way so she made me leave. That's honestly such a cute typical "haha my wife calls me a menace love her though" Because he would be in the way....that turtle neck sweater....those muscles, I'm surprised your wife only has one kid because d a m n.

So typically around Christmas, his brother worries about him being alone since their parents are overseas and he also lives far. Because of this he comes to pick him up and spend Christmas with him and his wife/kiddo so he's not by himself. (assuming this also includes MC) And Minhyeok is grateful to his brother for being so nice.

Ooop, he's asking about MC! And Minhyeok is like "Yeah they're fine." Like imagine having to tell your older brother "yeah so my bestie pretty much is in hell doing some kind of mission or whatever and has to drink my cum in order to survive but this tiny red demon that resembles a small pet updates me on them so no worries" He'd probably ask him to permanently move in with them so he can look over him lololol

It's cute that the older brother is genuinely concerned for MC and wants to know they're doing well. It's confirmed here that they hung out together during childhood so he considers them close like family. (I still have a thought that once during their childhood they fought over who would marry MC and I guess yeah Minhyeok won that fight since the older brother is married to someone else)

So Minhyeok's nephew starts asking him did he want anything from Santa this year and Minhyeok gets all in his feelings and tells him that he just wants MC to be at peace (or his special someone ya know)

So his nephew is like all happy about it and he says he hopes Santa grants his wish and they both get all wholesome and cute and fluffy. The way Minhyeok interacts with his nephew also confirms my headcanon of him that he'd be an amazing househusband and very attentive to your kid(s). So it pans out from here and then-

TARTAROS BABES LUV YOUUU Tbh this is first place I'd want to be during this time because the amount of fucking gifts??? From Daddy Mammon???? HELLLLL YESSSS. And that's exactly what's happening. Bimet here is picking out clothes for MC, just piling them on and on and it's overwhelming for MC honestly to where they're like uh this is enough and our boujie bestie Bimet is like-

I also wanted to point out that MC was literally shopping for a cake with Ppyong and Mammon's fucking gold hand just snatches them from Gehenna (Satan was probably fucking pissed lmao)

So Bimet is purchasing all of these clothes and other items and MC is like I only have one body where are all these gonna fit? Their bang bang safe room is small, but Bimet lets them know they already reserved other rooms for them to use for storing their items. Three rooms in fact. And I bet you they're huge.

But while MC is over here pondering about the clothes and the three rooms they seem to have reserved there we get a warm welcome from our fave buff boi

This is such a cute image to picture, just Valefor walking around with various bags and boxes helping carry everything. he's so bf material it's cute. Mc and Bimet were traveling to different stores on their own at first BUT turns out that yeah too much was being bought for them to carry so MC called Valefor to help.

OAINODAKNFDKJSADNKJSNAFKJNSFKJ <3333 I'd love hugs from himmmmmmmmmmmmm what a sweet soul

And MC asks if he had any plans for Christmas, and apparently this is what he does every year

the men get together and have this weird contest but that's after they get off work. sounds to me like that morning after will be like...hella food coma hangover (if that even exists)

He calls the fact that he gets to see MC during Christmas is a miracle, and even says they're lucky to see them too. (i'm going to explode he's so cute)

So with that being said, Bimet is like yeah let's keep going to other stores and then he pays the clerk being like "Yup the Tartaros palace will foot the bill" and the clerk is just like okie dokie then (her sprite is super cute btw omg)

And MC is over here like "I wonder why Bimet is so happy???"

Bimet and I have the same energy. Love spending over ppl's money and not my own lmao I'm so uptight when using my own cash to buy things, even necessities that I need at home T^T

So yeah after visiting 14 fucking stores and being out all day until dinner, MC is finally back home in one of the rooms set aside for them. Eligos is there being pouty because he waited all day (probably hasn't eaten poor bby) and wants headpats. After said headpats are given, he's just like alrightie strip :D MC being being MC is all confused like UH WHAT NOW

And I'm wondering why too, right? Until he drops this bomb on us...

So basically MC didn't know they had to attend this auction thing with Mammon and so Eli is like alright guess I'm telling you now lmao

Oh that's nice, at least the money goes towards charity orgs and such. Tartaros is pretty dope for that.

So well MC is hype now to go to this auction and Eli is being cute here burying himself in mountains of clothing and shopping bags to pick out an outfit.

So while you're getting dressed Eli starts to also talk about the strange things that usually happen in Hell during Christmas, including Christmas miracles. So this is the third time it's been mentioned and MC thinks it's pretty much a sign something odd is gonna happen at that auction....

SO we're at the auction now and the first item is apparently some glass/golden slippers from that one storytale with the fairy godmother and cinderella basically yadda ya lol

Gawd Mammon is so sugar ddy vibes I swear, best seats in the house at an auction, best clothes and accessories on that he bought. MMMM MMMM MMMMM I need this treatment bad.

So Mammon thought MC wanted the slippers and was willing to buy them. (those bitches were fucking 18 million to start...I'm not sure if that's USD or not but fuck me)

MC declines and says they already received so many gifts today they were wondering what more could they want.

AHHHH Mammon speaking to them like this probably all deep-voiced, full of energy, having you sitting right beside him so close so you're not out of his line of vision. AHHH AHHHA VIP treatment too probably.

I'm stopping here because things are about to get c r a z y. And I've hit my image limit </3 See ya on the next post!!

#whb #what in hell is bad #whb minhyeok #whb mammon #whb tartaros bois 💛#whb events #game playthrus🖤

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sweetbrier2908 · 6 months

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my scenario of what happens if we can go back to the original timeline.

You made pacts with all of them, and now what?

You regained your power, Solomon regained his power, and now what?

The brothers are surely happy now; Satan finally accepted his family; the others finally accepted their identities as demons; and the whole devildom finally accepted the brothers as their seven lords of hell.

And now what?

Now you're able to go back to your timeline, and now what?

You didn't belong to this world; you knew it from the bones, and when you go back, the brothers in this world will forget you completely; only your impact remains with them, and now what?

You had to go. You needed to go back. You knew for sure.

Solomon took you to the demon lord's castle and explained how it's time for you and him to go back to the human world (one more time, again, he had explained it before); Diavolo expressed his gratitude, and Barbatos said the portal was ready.

And there they were, behind your back. You had told them about this a few weeks ago, and you had said all sorts of goodbye. and there they were, looking at you. They thought your leaving was just temporary; they thought you would come back any time soon or they could come to the human world because you had promised you would summon them only if you could.

Barbatos opened the portal, and you turned your back to look at them for the last time ever. Those familiar faces, but you don't belong to this world, and you don't belong to those demons, as they don't belong to you.

Lucifer watched you leave with a straight face; somehow he knew that you would never come back, but... even if it was just his fantasy or the complete faith he put in you, or maybe he just loved you too much to expose your lie, your awful lie, he still wanted to see you again. Mammon couldn't bring himself to look at you; he never could. Your mammon in another timeline could never too, but you knew he was always watching you. Levi hung his head low, Satan waved at you, and Asmo cried. Beel gave you the saddest look that you knew would haunt you, and Belphie buried his face in his twin's chest.

You waved at them and mumbled, "I'll see you soon, I promise." You promised.

You didn't want them to see you cry. You will see them again soon, when you're back in your world. You would see them—or the version of themselves of thousands of years later—and you would be with them again, you promised.

Solomon wrapped his arm around your shoulder, and you two stepped through Barbatos's portal. When this portal takes you to the human world, Solomon will take both of you back to your own timeline. Yet you wondered, if this was a right decision?

You hardly remembered everything that happened after going through the portal. You felt dizzy, so you kept your eyes closed. You were pretty sure you were walking through several portals. Solomon was holding you in his arms the whole time, like he was scared that you would disappear from his life one more time and he couldn't bring you back.

After a while, Solomon stopped walking. He whispered into your ears, "Are you ready to go back?".

You couldn't answer. Are you ready? Are you really ready to go back? You still kept your eyes closed, and you could feel his grip on your shoulder just a little bit tighter.

You were scared.You didn't know why, but you were terrified. The strange look they once gave you still haunts you in the back of your mind. You were terrified. "What am I going to do if we can't get back? What am I going to do if I can't go back to them?". You were scared.

Maybe you were not ready yet, but you wanted to go back to them. You are the type of person who always keeps their promises.

“Let’s go, solomon.” You whispered back to your sorcerer. You could feel Solomon tighten his grip; you could hear him read the teleportation spell; and then you could feel yourself falling again.

One.

Two.

Three.

You landed on top of someone.

The whole room stared at you in disbelief.

The emerald eyes were staring into yours in disbelief.

And before you could ever know if you were actually back to your devildom or not, the devil you just landed on held you tight, and then there was his trembling voice: “You’re back.”

“I’m home.”

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l3viat8an · 1 year

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Just random thoughts

Do you think the demon brothers are into Shibari? Lucifer most certainly loves it but what about the others??

I think Beel finds it funny... Like a "tied Ham" or something like that!

-🍋

Ooooooh~ yes!

Not any actual NSFW here, it’s just kinda why they like it!-

Like you said Lucifer loves it~ there’s just something about seeing you tied up like a present for him that’s exciting!!

(or if you’re into Sub!Lucifer he still loves it ‘n make sure the ropes dig into his sink a bit~)

Mammon (and it’s canon I have the Devilgram to prove it hsjaha) Is into, if he’s the one being tied up! But only with you! He also likes it when you tease him for not being able to move ‘n touch you.

Levi obviously into it. We all know he watches all kinds of hentai- Really wants to experiment and find out if he likes it on you or himself more.

Satan wants to try it. Again, I kinda think he’d be into experimenting a little and finding / trying different styles on you and himself.

Asmo yes! Just yes! Any and every way, you like it or want to try he’s ready!!

Beel I mean this in the nicest way possible ‘n can’t take anything seriously- Would say it looks like a wrapped ham / other meat that’s usually wrapped in twine and hung up to dry or cure….but he’s still down to try it. Tho through your experimenting finds out he’s more into being tied up-

Belphie (again it’s canon but I don’t have the devilgram-) Likes it, when he’s the one being tied up. Again is really into it, when you tease him while he’s tied up~

Simeon just cuz I don’t post the others boys enough Hear me out!!! Tie him up~ he loves it, he won’t hold still and whines about wanting to touch you the whole time~ or if he’s got you tied up, he’s just so mean teasing and touching you only to pull away and watch you squirm around in the ropes~

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slasherstories123 · 1 year

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i love your work!!!!!! i was wondering if i could request a Michael Myers x reader where the reader is just completely burned out and tired with everything, if youre to busy you can completely ignore this <3

Tired

Michael Myers x reader

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The rain poured over the windshield of your car as you pulled up into your driveway, you rested your head against the wheel before turning the car off completely. You stayed in the car for a few minutes, grabbing the umbrella to cover yourself from the pouring rain. You opened the front door to be met with nothing but the darkness of your own home, Michael must still be out on his killing spree, and you took your shoes off against the door. Already feeling a headache starting from just remembering what happened earlier at work. Your boss kept giving you more work by the minute even though other people could've done it.

You knew your house like the back of your hand, so there we no need to turn on the nights, if you did, it would blind your eyes since it was already pitch black outside. Setting your keys aside, you took off your jacket and hung it up in a closet. The light turned on, which made you squint your eyes to see who did it. Michael was standing by the light switch with a bloody kitchen knife in his hand. It was yours, even though he had his knife, Michael liked to use your knife since it was better than the one he has. There was nothing but blood on his knife, somehow, it didn't get on his clothes which was a relief since you didn't have to wash them again for the fifth time this week.

"Oh, Hi Michael," You said in a tired voice.

Usually, you'd make Michael food when he comes back but you were too tired to do anything, all you wanted to do was lie down in your bed and sink into your blankets. Hoping that by the time you wake up, it was a new day. "Sorry, I don't feel like making dinner tonight Mike," You rubbed your tired eyes, "But there's leftover spaghetti in the fridge if you want some..." Even though you love to cook for Michael, you just didn't have the energy to. All that work you did drained most of your energy to where you don't want to do anything else besides lay down in your bed. You were just tired of everything. But still pushed through your limits.

You didn't even realize that Michael got close to you, the bloody knife no longer in his hand as he put a hand on your shoulder, his grip was firm but it didn't hurt. You looked up at him, not like you could see his eyes anyway, the dark circles in his mask stared back at you. Who knows what he was thinking at this moment. He tilted his head, wondering why you were not as energetic as you usually were. "Just had a long day Michael, it'll pass..." You took his hand and patted the back of his hand. "If you need me... I'll be upstairs."

All you heard was your slow footsteps approaching the top of the stairs, feeling Michael stare at you from the bottom of the stairs. Turning on your bedroom light, you changed into more comfortable clothes before turning it back off and slipping into the covers. You felt more tired once your back hit the bed. Your eyes began to droop, they were wide open when you felt Michael staring at you. You turned around to see Michaels's figure sitting on the bed. "Michael, have mercy." You groaned, throwing the covers over your head, and turning around so that your back was facing him. It was silent. You still felt his glare at you. He pulled the covers off of you, making you gasp at the sudden coldness in the room.

"Michael!" You tried to get the covers back but he was too strong, you didn't even try to put up a fight, turning over with a huff. He gripped your shoulder again, making you sit up. You had no other choice, "Yes Michael?" You didn't want to sound irritated but Michael wouldn't leave you alone. The hand on your shoulder slowly tugged forward. He was hesitant with what he was doing, you follows his movements until it felt like your head was in his lap. You could tell he was trying since he isn't the one to give affection. It was the thought that counts, smiling at the thought of Michael trying to comfort you since your day was rough. His hand was placed on your arm, it was warm, his thumb would occasionally rub against your arm giving you goosebumps.

Your eyes began to droop again, but you felt more comfortable than being under the covers, Michaels's breathing was the only thing that was heard, it was a comforting sound to hear, you mumbled something that Michael managed to hear before you drifted off to sleep again. "Thank you, Michael."

#Michael myers #michael myers x reader #michael myers x you #michael myers x s/o #michael myers fluff #michael myers imagine #michael myers fanfic #slashers x reader #slashers #slasher #slasher fluff #slasher imagines #slasher x you #slasher x reader #slasher x y/n

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Pact Marks, Chapter Six of the Sheep Saga

Summary: it's the end of the exchange program, and you're wondering why no one told you your human form would have new tattoos...

A/N: been a while since I've done one of these, but for those of you who are new, you don't have to have read the other parts. Just know that MC is a sheep in the Devildom, and a human back home.

Chapters One Two Three Four Five

You were standing in front of your mirror, back in the human realm, just staring. After an hour of this, you decided to pull out your D.D.D. and text your boys.

Hey so was no one gonna tell me about the seven demonic tattoos I was gonna get in my human form?

The responses came even faster than expected.

Where's mine?!?!?

Send me a pic! 🩷

Incoming video call from Mammoney

Incoming call from Belphie

I bet Beel's is on your stomach 😂

Incoming call from Catan

Pick up the phone

How dare you decline a call from the Great Mammon!

You sighed and snapped a picture of Lucifer's mark on the back of your right hand, and sent it to the group chat.

Incoming call from Asmo

Incoming call from Mammoney

Incoming video call from Beelzebabe

You pulled down the collar of your shirt, exposing Mammon's mark right above your heart, took a picture, and sent it.

Lmao Mammon's a simp

Shuddup! I bet yours looks lame as hell. Mine looks swag.

Simp

You're just jealous cause I was first and got the best spot 😎

Voicemail inbox full

"God damnit," you muttered, deciding not to send any more pictures until they calmed down, and someone apologized for not telling you about the tattoos you now had to figure out how to cover up.

Incoming video call from Mr. Pride

You declined the call. If you did that in the Devildom, you would have probably been hung from the ceiling. But Lucifer wasn't here so…

Pick up.

I'm busy.

You just got there.

Pick up.

You ignored the text messages you were getting.

Incoming Video Call from King Himbo.

You hesitated a moment before ignoring the call from Diavolo. But he surely had better things to do than….

A portal opened up right behind you, and Diavolo, Barbatos, and Lucifer entered your tiny bedroom.

"So this is a human bedroom," Diavolo said, looking around the room in awe. "So fascinating!"

He gripped the edge of your bed too hard and it shattered into splinters.

"Oh, um I'll buy you a new one, ha ha," he said apologetically.

"Why are you guys here? What happened to 'exchange program is over, we might never see you again'?" You asked, a little too loudly, but they didn't seem to care.

"That was because we foolishly forgot how easy it was for one human to take down our entire government," Barbatos said with an eerie smile on his face. The chill in your bones got worse when Lucifer pointedly glared at you.

"Just show me the other marks, so I can take pictures of them for my idiot brothers."

You froze in place, not sure how you felt about three of the most powerful demons in all of existence standing in your bedroom just to take pictures of your tattoos.

"Also, how dare you decline mine and Lord Diavolo's calls?" Lucifer growled.

"Technically I didn't decline them, just ignored them…"

"Pact marks. Now."

With a pout, you lifted up your pant leg , showing Levi's mark wrapping around your leg. After the picture was taken, you lifted the back of your shirt to show Satan's mark on your upper back. This continued for Asmo's mark on your left hip bone, and the twins' marks intertwining on your right bicep.

"Thank you, was that so hard," Lucifer sighed, turning to go.

"There, exchange program over for real now, I'll send you a new bed frame soon," Diavolo said, making no move to actually leave.

"Young master," Barbatos said warningly.

"Can I not take advantage of this chance to explore the human realm with a human?"

"No, you promised you'd do your work after you saw the pacts," Barbatos said, pulling Diavolo through the portal with surprising strength.

The portal closed and you were left alone again. It took less than two minutes for your D.D.D. to start ringing and buzzing again. You turned it off.

....

Tag list- @leonia0 @eccedentesiast-sapphic @your-next-daydream

#obey me #obey me x reader #lucifer #om! diavolo #om! lucifer #diavolo #barbatos #om! barbatos

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rainiishowers · 3 months

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A/N:

I accidentally deleted this, but once again me screenshotting it saves the day 😅

I did not expect it to go in this direction, but am I upset about it? No

Summary: Power is out all throughout the Devildom on an unexpectedly cold night. According to Lucifer, Mammon is out helping the post office, which was exceptionally busy around the holiday season. Of course, they care about their beloved brother, so they do a little extra for when he gets home.

Genre: Fluff

Content: Soft Lucifer has me soft, Mammon and Beel are the heaters, we can pretend it’s the holidays

Tags: @mammoneythegreat @mammonsturtle @lorkai-reblogs @astershere @absolutepokemontrash @crazyyanderefangirlfan

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The brothers were all in the living room because there was a severe power outage, and Lucifer wanted the brothers to be together so nothing bad happens. However, Mammon was the only one not there, which worried Beel the most.

"Where is Mammon? Is he lost in the weather?"

Of course, Beel knows that Mammon can retain body heat pretty well, that's the reason why he's considered one of the portable heaters among the brothers aside from the Avatar of Gluttony himself.

"Didn't he say that he was out delivering packages because it's the holidays?" Satan recalls, underneath piles of blankets, although there weren't many because Asmo took most of them.

"Ughh.. I just want the power to turn back on.." Levi complains, staring at his dead game console.

"Beel, be a dear and come here so I can stay warm!" Asmo pleads, almost demands. This is shut down by Belphie immediately as he glares holes into his older brother, clinging onto Beel for dear life.

Beel looks at Lucifer in concern, not focused on the squabble Belphie and Asmo were having.

"Do you think Mammon will be back soon?"

"I'm sure he will be, Beel." Lucifer reassures. Even if it wasn't clear on his face, the eldest was also starting to worry about what Mammon could possibly be doing, but he had faith in the Avatar of Greed.

"Is he delivering packages?" Satan asks Lucifer with a raised eyebrow.

"As far as I know, Diavolo asked Mammon and his crows to help with delivering things for the holidays." Lucifer replies.

"He hasn't done that in a long time, huh?" Levi tilts his head. "Wasn't he the messenger between you and Lord Diavolo before D.D.Ds were a thing?"

"Oh yea, and he would always come back looking unfazed, as if he didn't run miles to there and back." Belphie remembers

"He had his crows do some things too, didn't he? Those little birds always surprise me." Asmo butts in, trying to distract himself from the cold unsuccessfully. He shivers from the cold as he once again tries to get Beel to come over.

Thirty minutes pass and Mammon isn't back yet, and the storm has gradually begun getting stronger. This causes alarm in all the brothers, as they wonder what Mammon was doing, and if he's been caught up in the storm. Things are prepared but notably, food and snacks are made for all the brothers but Beel leaves enough for Mammon to eat a lot, and Belphie makes a spot of blankets and pillows reserved for Mammon.

Eventually, Mammon does come back and he looked absolutely exhausted, as he stumbles into the living room with many layers of winter clothing on. The snow storm was slowly stopping, but the coldness was still there. Despite this, all the brothers get up upon seeing Mammon's return.

"Huh? Oh, he--" Before he could finish his sentence, Mammon is leapt on by Belphie and Asmo. He is barely able to catch his balance as he gives a comforting pat on the backs to the two.

“Heh, missed me?" He grins cheekily.

"Of course we did!" Asmo huffs. "You were out in a snowstorm!"

"A very cold one." Belphie adds on, and Asmo nods in agreement

"Where the hell were you?" Satan asks, upset at how long it took for him to come back. Beel helps Mammon take off his gear and hung it up, not saying much, but it was clear he was just relieved that his brothers were together again.

Mammon's face softens as he sees the concern his brothers had for him. He looks at the the food and snacks laid out. He tries to think of an explanation to give Satan as he sits down on the reserved spot, snuggling under the blankets.

"A few of my crows got caught up in the winds and got buried under the snow. I got ‘em out before they froze to death."

"What if you froze to death, huh?" Levi glares at his big brother, sitting besides him. Mammon pulls him into a side hug and under the blanket

"But I didn't, that's what's important, yea?" Mammon gives a softer smile as he reassures Levi. This fortunately works, as Levi only huffs huffs and leans into the hug, still a bit upset at how Mammon did that. “And besides, I couldn’t just leave my crows outside to die like that.”

Mammon was caught off guard as Lucifer starts to look for signs of injuries, asking him questions and such. When he was finished, he stands up. "Well, I can safely say you haven't suffered any injuries, that’s good.” He gives a small smile.

Mammon just gives a small smile back and a nod. This moment is interrupted when Asmo attempts to cuddle up to Mammon for warmth only for Levi to throw a hissy fit.

As the snow storm recedes, everyone ends up falling asleep and is taken to their rooms Mammon and Lucifer. The two go to Lucifer’s study afterwards with some extra blankets. Lucifer sits in his chair while Mammon sits in the one across from him, a few blankets over him, Lucifer couldn’t help but chuckle at the sight of his brother in a blanket cocoon.

Nothing is said at first, as Lucifer is focused on lighting candles so they can see better, but eventually he speaks up.

“Thank you for doing the task, Mammon. I don’t just mean this for Lord Diavolo’s sake, but also mine, and the others.” He smiles, leaning back as he finishes lighting the candles. “I often focus on the times that you make my life harder, that I forgot the times you make my life easier.”

“Yea, you should work on that.” Mammon grins, leaning forward a bit.

“Yes, yes I really should.” Lucifer chuckles. “But I do mean that, genuinely.”

Mammon’s smile softens into something less playful, and more affectionate, as he nods.

“Thanks, bro.”

Lucifer nods in return, leaning back into his chair as he becomes more relaxed.

“Honestly, I was going to search for you in that snow storm if you arrived a minute later.” Lucifer’s eyes narrow. “I know your crows are reliable, but please, if you need assistance from another demon, I can always help you. Is that clear?”

“Crystal.” He chuckles. “Oh, speaking of crystals.” He pulls his blankets down and takes out something from the bag Lucifer noticed he was wearing. The second eldest gives him a red crystal keychain.

“Happy holidays, yea?” Mammon smiles as Lucifer admires the keychain. It was a blood red crystal in gold casing that hung from a golden chain with a clasp at the other end. It looked gorgeous under the candle flames.

“I got everyone gifts. That may or may not have been one of the things that took me so long, I was surprised to see some shops even open.” Mammon continues with a laugh. His laugh was contagious as Lucifer couldn’t help but laugh along with him.

“Thank you, Mammon. Happy holidays.” He smiles with a small nod, and the Avatar of Greed nods back, as he goes to stand up with all the blankets still around him. Lucifer made a mental note to himself to get Mammon something in return later in the week.

“Now if you'll excuse me, The Great Mammon needs sleep, night Lucifer”

“Goodnight, Mammon.”

“Make sure to sleep at a reasonable time.” Mammon reminds, looking at his older brother in worry and seriousness.

“Yes, I will.” Lucifer sighs

“Good, night Lucifer!”

The door shuts and Lucifer stares at his paperwork and then out the window. The Devildom has returned to it’s normal darkness, no snow or anything. He tries to get some paperwork done before going to bed, which he hopes will be at a reasonable time.

Lucifer makes his way to the bedroom after finishing paperwork, only pushing himself to go to sleep. He does one more routine check on everyone to ensure that everyone is sleeping. Everyone was thankfully asleep.

He stops at Mammon’s room, and quietly walks over to his bed. The blankets have long been discarded on the floor and to the side of him, as they were no longer needed. He quietly puts the blankets on the couch or other pieces of furniture. He can’t help but feel a little sentimental and nostalgic as he rubs his baby brother’s cheek. He smiles to himself as Mammon leans into the touch the same way he always has, ever since he was a young angel.

He simply gives Mammon a forehead kiss before being on his way, gently closing the door behind him.

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mamm0nsmainwif3 · 1 month

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Mortality

Ft:Mc, mammon

Game: obey me shall we date

Tw:character death, disturbing topics

Just please don’t interact if you can’t handle these types of ANGST fics 😭

Gender neutral MC

LESSON 16 SPOILERS

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It was just like any other day in the HoL, Lucifer was in his study running through paper after paper.

Mammon was in his bedroom sitting on his couch, counting Grimm and binding any devil points he had.

Leviathan sitting down infront of his computer waiting anxiously for the next “SSR limited ruri-chan!” Figure to go on auction.

Satan was in the library, looking around for a book about healing herbs for one of asmos face masks.

Asmodeus found himself sitting at his vanity, light shining down on his face as he fixed his eyeliner and lightly curled his Lucious hair.

Beelzebub? We all know where he was, Beel was in the kitchen slamming down the whole refrigerator after a long workout at the gym with his friends.

Mc well they- wait? Where is Mc?

Mc was running, hastily up the stairs to meet the beloved demon they have been sneaking to every night, it’s not like they liked him but he was one of their friends. And the thrill of defying Lucifer Lord of pride was way too good to stop!

There they sat, outside the bars of the attic having yet another conversation with the demon.

Wishing to be closer to him, Mc put their all into getting rid of those bars.

And one day, they did! Running up those same steps, to see that same demon, the one they have been seeing for almost a month now!

They were all antsy, trembling with excitement as belphegor opened his strong arms

Mc began to walk to belphegor, opening their arms just as wide, suddenly they were frozen, his hands gripping tightly on their throat as their feet raised from the ground

They gasped for air, they tried to scream, nothing came out but the gurgled sounds of pain.

Once belphegor was sure that they weren’t moving quite as much anymore..he threw them roughly to the ground, kicking them down the stairs letting their body roll to the bottom.

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Every brother in the house heard the loud maniacal laughter that filled their ears, not only did they recognize that laugh as their younger brother who was supposed to be in the human realm, they heard the thuds as the human laid at the bottom of the stairs

Switching to Mammons pov here! :)

Mammon heard the loud thuds, the maniacal laughter of his little brother.

But thats not all, he felt his humans pact tug for him, were they hurt?

Mammon was so confused, he didn’t know what to do but his first instinct was to get to his human as soon as possible, he ran faster than he’d ever ran before, when he got to the stair room, he saw Mc laying on the ground barely breathing, belphegor was being held back by Beelzebub while Lucifer in a panic was scolding and ordering around his brothers.

Mammons heart dropped in his chest as he stared at them.

Wasn’t he their protector?

And if so..why are they laying across from him half dead, he promised them, he told them that if he couldn’t protect them than they might as well die.

Mammons legs carried him to mc where he scooped their body into his arms

His brothers watched as mammon began to sob and tremble, he felt his heart ripping apart in his chest, he hadn’t cried this hard since Lilith

He held them tightly to his chest

He never meant it when he called it you a stupid human Mc

He didn’t mean it, so please keep your eyes open

Give him another chance to prove himself

He held their hand tightly and watched as their eyes shut, his tears dropping onto their face

…

He had loved them since the beginning

Ever since he laid their eyes on him he didn’t want to admit it but they were the most beautiful/handsome human he had ever laid his eyes on.

He wished he had admitted his love to them sooner

To their face

But now here he is, admitting it to their headstone, resting a bouquet of yellow roses on their grave next to the photo of them that was hung up

Mammon pressed his lips to it gently

He gripped the dirt tightly and lowered his head in respect..

In respect for the human he had loved

In respect for the human that had him kicking his feet and giggling whenever they shot him a text

In respect for the human that reminded him he wasn’t a filthy scum, but a demon lord

In respect for his human.

#obey me #obey me mammon angst #obey me nightbringer #mammon x reader #obey me mammon

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anna-the-undertaker · 11 months

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Prideful Devotion

- Part 1 - At the request of @dark-lady15, @aeongiies and @lovelyfriedcomputer, here is part 2 of Prides Gift. And I want to give special thanks to @aeongiies for their help in choosing the direction this will take :) Thank you for enduring my questions. This turned out to be more soft than spicy though - Song Inspiration: The Devil's Backbone by The Civil Wars - I will be posting a poll for you guys to vote for which brother I do next right after posting this so GO VOTE.

In the hallowed depths of the Devildom, where shadows danced and the air crackled with an electric fervor, Lucifer gazed upon the human before him, whose pride and resilience had caught his attention once again and this time had stolen his breath.

It was undeniable, radiant, and untempered as they navigated through the introductions and, as expected of anyone who was under the influence of his power, they were quick to understand everything they were told. They carried themself with a grace that echoed his own poise.

Then the dreaded question that was on everyone's minds was asked.

Diavolo, being inquisitive as ever, couldn't resist any longer, "How do you and Lucifer know each other?"

Lucifer saw the others perk up with interest making him scowl and huff a breath of exasperation. This seriously couldn't wait? Before he could say so, MC spoke.

"With all due respect, Lord Diavolo, that is a personal matter."

Diavolo smiled, one that did not take no for an answer, "Well, hopefully you will make an exception for me."

MC smiled back, "Of course, just not here. I would prefer to speak of it in private with Mr. Morningstar present as it is not just my business, if that's alright?"

"Just call me Lucifer." Lucifer stated.

"If you insist."

The demon Lords boisterous laughter rang through the room, "Very well. We may discuss it later. For now we need to have you shown to the House of Lamentation, where you will be staying for the duration of your time here."

Lucifer met MCs eyes, "You will need someone to look after you, and I had intended for my brother, Mammon, to do so. He is the Avatar of Greed and...how should I put it...? Oh well, you'll understand soon enough. But given the circumstances, I will assume that role."

He pulled a D.D.D. out of his pocket and placed it in MCs hands, "Here, take this. It's a lot like the cell phones from your world. It will be yours to use as long as you are here. Now, I'd like you to call Mammon with it."

He knew that his brother wouldn't answer if he saw it was him so he was going to use this to his advantage.

They listened as the phone rang before Mammon answered with little hesitation as Lucifer had expected, "Yoooo."

"Hello, Mammon." Mc replied, their voice cool and collected.

Mammon was silent for half a second, "Who the hell are ya?"

"I'm MC, the new human exchange student."

"Whaaa? Geez, I was gettin' all chilly here thinkin' it was Lucifer again. Ya should've told me right away. So what business does a human got with THE Mammon?"

MC turned her gaze to Lucifer, taking in his expression.

"Lucifer asked me to call you. It would seem you need to rectify whatever you did before he gets to you."

"Pfffft, whatever. Ya think THE Mammon would listen to ya just 'cause you're tryin' to scare me with that name?"

The Avatar of Pride extended his hand for the phone letting MC set it in his palm, "You've got 10 seconds to get home... 9... 8..."

Mammon shrieked in fright, "YESSIR!" and hung up in an instant.

"Thank you," he said as he handed the phone back then turned to Diavolo. "I will take them to the House of Lamentation to get them settled then we will meet you at the castle to explain."

The demon lord nodded in acknowledgement so they left.

Time passed quickly after that and MC had done exceptionally well in the program. They had grown close with each of his brothers as well and had an uncanny ability to make them behave, already having formed pacts with Mammon, Levi, and Beel. He had a deep suspicion they had been sneaking to the attic but had no evidence to prove it, making him even more suspicious of their intentions behind the pacts.

MC had began helping him with his work and became his unofficial assistant, forcing them to spend much more time together. Idle conversation turned to flirting, with him unintentionally flirting back. They had a charm that was hard to ignore and he found that he would look forward to the afternoons they would spend together listening to his records as they worked. His pride would get in the way, however, forcing him to step back from them even though he ached to do the opposite. But MC stood their ground and took it in stride, determined to become closer to him.

Throughout that time he had been able to get to know them better, and found he had the urge to protect them and keep them to himself despite some of the mishaps along the way, even if he would never admit it.

He had no one to blame but himself for MCs courageousness after all. The small amount of power he had granted them so long ago had influenced them to the point where being told what to do or being told they couldn't do something affected their pride, urging them to do just that. Although, he was unsure how much was his influence and how much was purely MCs personality.

Some time later, at Diavolo's castle, attending the Ball the demon lord had thrown in celebration of the exchange program, Lucifer watched MC as they made conversation with the guests.

Amidst the flickering lights that painted the ballroom in deep shades of gold, MCs mortal form, clad in garments befitting nobility, seemed delicate compared to his. Yet an unyielding strength emanated from them, a beacon that drew the Prince of Darkness near.

He asked them to dance and he could hear their heart pounding in rhythm with the infernal symphony that echoed around them.

Part of him wanted them to keep looking at him with the look of adoration in their eyes in that moment, but the other was too focused on his caution.

As they danced, he threatened them, instead of explaining the dangers of going to the attic, not knowing that hurting them the way he had would leave him with regret and guilt.

They held his gaze even though his grip was painfully tight. Even as their face twisted with pain they stood their ground. A quality that was as endearing as it was irritating.

Their dance ended and they went their separate ways, but his eyes stayed on them for the remainder of the night.

As time continued to pass, MC had formed pacts with Amso and Satan. He admired their drive and dedication, but he still held them with an air of caution.

They came to his study late one afternoon and knocked on the door, "Lucifer, may I come in?"

"What is it, MC?" he called to them without looking up from his paperwork.

They stepped inside, "I have something for you."

That made him stop what he was doing and look up at them and the vinyl record in their hands in surprise.

At his silence they continued, laying the record on his desk, "It took some time and effort to have this made, and I may have had a bit of help from Levi and Mammon, but it's finally here. After our first meeting and making our deal, my life began to get better and my career skyrocketed. When I became of age, I was able to seize custody of my siblings and give them a better life outside of our parents abuse. They are grown now and living wonderful lives. In wake of all of that, I wanted to give you proper thanks, but I had no idea if I would ever see you again so I wrote this in the hope that one day you would hear it. You had no reason to help me and even if helping me had only been for your own benefit, I am still grateful."

They left before he could respond and his eyes fell to the record. He lifted it with gentle fingers, appraising the the bold letters on the cover that read: The Memory of Pride.

He rose from his chair and moved to his record player, carefully setting the disc upon it and let it play.

The music enveloped him. Each note pulling on his heart and his pride swelled to new heights knowing that this music was written specifically for him. He could feel the emotion that had been woven into it: gratefulness, remembrance, pride. He could feel how genuine it was. He had not thought that one small, spur of the moment, action would produce this.

The feelings brewing in his heart grew, and he let the record play for the rest of the night, basking in the warmth that coursed through his veins.

But then, everything came crashing down around him in what felt like an instant. His vision became clouded with red at the sight of MCs mangled body - a mere human whose fate had become intertwined with he and his brothers conflicts.

If only they had listened to him. If only he had told them the whole truth, his pride be damned. He knew they would have understood, but he didn't. They didn't listen to him or heed his threats and now look at what has happened.

An anger he had not felt since the celestial war began to build within him. He could barely hear his brothers pleas' anymore.

A sinister aura hung heavy as he seethed. His eyes burned with a malevolent fire as he confronted his brother.

"How dare you," Lucifer hissed, his voice laced with venom. "MC was under my protection, under our family's protection. They were mine to guide, not yours to extinguish!"

Belphie only laughed making Lucifer's anger flare, his true form unfurling in a dark display of power as he stepped between MC and his younger brother. His features contorted with a mix of grief and unbridled rage, casting an eerie glow upon his chiseled face.

"Yes... Yes! Perfect! That's exactly the look I was hoping to see on your face, Lucifer!" the youngest laughed, "And this little pendant of theirs? The all powerful Lucifer couldn't have possibly given to them. So let's just get rid of it."

He crushed it in his fist and let the shattered pieces crumble to the floor.

"You dare to decide the fate of those under my care? You have defied me, Belphie, you have defied Lord Diavolo, and this transgression will not go unpunished." Lucifer's voice carried a chilling resolve.

But before he could follow through with it, MC reappeared. Their countenance alive and vibrant. His eyes that had been filled with fury and grief, now shimmered with a glimmer of hope and disbelief. The weight of despair that had burdened his heart lifted, replaced with an overwhelming sense of relief.

Everything that happened after was a blur: revealing Lilith's true fate, discovering that MC was her descendant, and the guilt of withholding it all from his brothers.

The tension took awhile to dissipate and with MCs urging his brothers began to forgive him. MC was still wary of Belphie, and with good reason, but they eventually met halfway and his younger brother made a pact with them.

The end of their year had arrived and Lucifer had finally found a name for the feeling in his chest. The reason for his unconscious need to protect them and keep them near. Love; something he didn't think he'd feel for anyone, especially a human.

They came to his study to discuss everything for their return to the human realm and the thought of them being lost to him ate at his heart.

"Have you done all you set out to do here in the Devildom? No unfinished business? No loose ends?" He asked.

A downcast expression formed on their face, "I believe so, yes. But Belphie did break my pendant. I can't replace that." A chuckle slipped past their lips. "Now that I think about it, I've yet to make a pact with you."

"A pact, you say?" He began, his face going blank. "I see. You've made pacts with all of my brothers, which just leaves me... Do you really want to make a pact with me? Truly? I don't know how my brothers felt about making pacts with you, but I am more than a name to be crossed off of your list. I can't have you lumping me together with everyone else. That won't do."

His demon form emerged and MC didn't flinch.

"Seriously, Lucifer? From the very beginning you have been held in a different light from the others. And you should know by now that this form of intimidation from you doesn't work on me anymore." They crossed their arms defiantly, head tilted to hold his gaze.

Lucifer huffed out a breath, "That defiance... I've always found that aspect of you irritating. But as irritating as it is, it's even more endearing."

As they stood face to face, Lucifer's lips curved into a smirk, a blend of mischief and desire. The air grew heavy with anticipation, the unspoken tension between them filling the void. In the depths of his ruby eyes, he let MC glimpse a tumultuous sea of emotions - a yearning.

In a gesture both daring and vulnerable, Lucifer extended a hand, his touch gentle as a whispered promise, "If you are amenable, I am willing to offer you a deal."

MC, emboldened by an inexplicable connection, accepted the invitation, their fingers intertwining. They looked up to him with heavily lidded eyes, their voice coming out a low purr, "What would this deal cost me?"

He pulled them forward, wrapping his other arm around them for his hand to rest against their lower back, and a surge of raw energy coursed through their vines, their union an alchemy of darkness and light, binding them in an embrace, a pseudo waltz of undiscovered pleasure.

His lips came to rest against the shell of their ear as he answered, "Everything. You will belong to me and me alone." He moved to face them, their lips mere centimeters away from each other. "So, what will it be? Do you wish to make a pact with me, MC?"

MC searched his face, but there was no hesitation in their reply, a whispered, "Yes."

His grip tightened, and his touch sent shivers of anticipation down their spine, MC felt the weight of centuries-old burdens slacken just a little. But in the warmth of his presence, they discovered solace and a love that could not be contained.

His voice, a velvet caress, spilled forth words of vulnerability and truth, a confession that echoed through the chambers of their intertwined souls, "I love you."

Lost in the labyrinth of their emotions, time ceased to exist as they moved closer, their breaths mingling in the sacred space between them. With a tempestuous gaze, Lucifer's hand cradled MC's face, his touch both fiery and tender, akin to the paradox of his being. Their lips met in a union both fierce and passionate, a melding of opposing forces - darkness and light, damnation and salvation.

"We are heading straight to my room," He breathed as he pulled away, a fire in his eyes that would not be put out. "You're going to spend your last night in the Devildom there, together with me... all night long until the break of dawn. I'm not letting anyone else have you now... You're mine."

In those final, eternal hours, their embrace transcended the mortal realm, and they soared through celestial planes, leaving behind the trappings of their troubled pasts. Their love, fueled by shared desire and pride, became an inferno that engulfed them completely, igniting a flame that would burn forever more.

In the embrace of the Prince of Darkness, MC found freedom - the freedom to embrace their flaws, their desires, and the capacity to love him unapologetically. And as they danced on the precipice of darkness, Lucifer and MC embarked on a new journey, their love a testament to the power of connection, and a bond that defied the boundaries of Heaven and Hell.

#obey me #obey me headcanons #obey me mc #obey me imagines #obey me lucifer #obey me lucifer x mc

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princessasmosprincess · 10 months

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Charmed, I'm Sure

Chapter 26

Summary: No human has ever avoided Asmodeus's charm. Except for you.

Pairing: Asmodeus x GN Reader/MC

Genre: Drama, angst, a bit of fluff.

Warnings: Sleep inducing magic.

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Author's Note: I made it in 27 days, that's an improvement for me ;3

***

“I see.” Diavolo folded his hands in front of him on the dinner table as Barbatos began to serve dessert, “So that's how you managed to make it safely out of the underground labyrinth.”

Diavolo had asked for a retelling of your group’s adventure and it had taken all of dinner to explain. Solomon meticulously reported the group’s every move starting from the moment he summoned Asmo to his side, while Mammon and Levi filled in the parts before their party had met up with yours. Beel’s contribution to the conversation was mostly in the form of affirmative grunts as he stuffed his face with Barbatos’ delicious cooking. Every so often, Diavolo would ask direct questions of you or the others, listening intently all the while.

Asmo butted in when it came to the part he had played in the grand escape. His interpretation of the events was quite theatrical and self indulgent, making it seem like using his charm on Henry had been his idea all along. You met eyes with Solomon from across the table but he’d just shrugged and neither of you said anything to correct Asmo’s embellishments to the story.

“You know, now that I think about it, the whole reason we were able to escape was because of me and how stunningly beautiful I am!” Asmo tossed his hair.

“Yeah, but you were also the reason all of you ended up in the labyrinth to begin with, Asmo.” Satan said.

“Right, that's what I'm sayin'. That was terrible, and it was all YOUR fault, Asmo!” Mammon pointed at him accusingly with his dessert fork.

Asmo glared daggers at his older brother. Lies and slander. It had all been a big mistake. Helene had just been too emotional to deal with seeing Asmo’s beauty after so long that she’d lashed out. Who could blame her? He really was that gorgeous. Asmo was about to say something to defend himself when Diavolo spoke.

“You really should be careful in the castle. There are a number of items here with suspicious histories to them.” The demon prince frowned, swirling his glass of Demonus. “I can't guarantee that there aren't others in the castle who also want to get even with you, Asmodeus.”

There was something he wasn't saying, Asmo could tell, just like earlier when he’d given Asmo that odd look before he’d left your assigned room.

But Asmo didn't care, not really. He didn't have time to figure out what Diavolo’s cryptic behavior meant. That was a job for someone closer to the prince, like Lucifer. He’d simply have to wait until Lucifer decided to tell him what it all meant, if it was even relevant by then.

“It's just wrong to be this beautiful…” Asmo sighed.

***

After dinner, everyone thought it best to retire for the night. It had been a very long day.

“Well, time for me to get some sleep. Nighty-night, you two!” Asmo said as he patted an evening moisturizing mask into his skin, his bangs pulled back with a couple of bobby pins. He’d forwent his usual leisurely bath in favor of a quick shower. It was impressive just how efficient his nightly routine was, completing the multi-step process in only minutes.

“You're going to bed already?” Simeon asked, paging through one of the books on the side table, “It's awfully early for that.”

“Lack of sleep leads to unhealthy skin, and I don't want that! I'm sure both of you want to see me looking my best, right?” Asmo hung his silk robe on a hook before searching for something in one of the several bags he’d brought with him. “We have the dance tomorrow, remember? I may no longer be an angel but I’m still that Radiant Jewel everyone knows and loves. I have to dazzle, that’s what people are expecting and I will not disappoint.”

“Well, I suppose that means that I'll get to enjoy some peace and quiet tonight, which is much appreciated.” Simeon selected a book, Dante’s Inferno, and sat on his bed, crossing his ankles as he cracked it open on his lap.

You changed into your pajamas behind the modesty screen, “I was thinking of going to bed now, too.” By the end of dinner you’d had difficulty keeping yourself awake. Satan had even needed to poke you in the side a few times as you’d spaced out over dessert. Your body and mind were worn out from everything that had happened in the labyrinth.

“I hope you have sweet dreams, MC,” said Simeon as he dimmed the lights of the room, leaving a single magically lit candle by his bedside for a reading light.

“Thank you, I hope you do too.” You pulled back the covers on your bed.

“The sweetest dreams are the ones involving me,” Asmo tossed a wink over his shoulder at you as he turned down his own bedding. He pulled out a cobalt blue spray bottle and spritzed the sheets about a dozen times until the vapor glittered in the air as it floated down onto the bed. He took a deep breath, inhaling the fragrance, “You’ll have to tell me if something spicy happens between the two of us, it’s only fair.” He set the bottle down on the bedside table before hopping onto his bed.

The poof of the comforter under Asmo’s weight sent a bit of the fine mist swirling in your direction, you could feel it settling over your skin. It was a pleasant scent, relaxing and cozy.

Asmo slipped a pink silk sleep mask over his eyes as he nestled into the plush bedding, his back turned to you.

The bedroom door burst open.

“HEY! Look who's here...it's Mammon! And you know what that means?! You ain't gonna be gettin' ANY sleep tonight! АНАНАНА!” He made a beeline for your bed and sat, bouncing a few times.

“Mammon, it's late,” you complained, making a point to lay back onto your pillow and pulling the covers over yourself.

Simeon gave a longsuffering sigh, “Asmo, he's your brother, isn't he? Do you think you could possibly do something about him?”

Asmo gave a low growl, tipping up the corner of his sleep mask as he sent a single sticker over text to Lucifer. How that could possibly be helpful, you weren't sure.

“All right all right all right! Time for a pillow fight deathmatch with the Avatar of Greed himself!” He clawed at your sheets as if to free you from your comfy nest of blankets, while you did everything in your power to keep them around you. “LET'S GET READY TO RUMBLE!”

The screen of Asmo’s D.D.D. went dark and he further cocooned himself in the plush comforter.

“Mammon, please,” You debated trying a pact command on him to get him to stop, but without the use of magic it was very hit or miss whether a command would “take”. It was more like a suggestion and gentle prodding in your favor rather than full control over him, and he usually had to be paying attention and already somewhat inclined to do what you asked. Right now Mammon was neither.

“Let's get started before that ass Lucifer comes round on patrol and starts botherin' us!” He laughed mischievously, tearing the pillow from under your head.

“I'm sorry. Who did you just call an ass?” Lucifer’s dark form filled the doorway.

“Yikes!” Mammon ducked behind your bed.

Lucifer crossed the room in three strides, “You're coming to my room. Now. And tonight it's not going to be just me in there, but Diavolo as well. I have a feeling we're going to have all sorts of fun, don't you?” His eyes glowing as his hand closed tightly around Mammon’s forearm, yanking him out the door and closing it behind him.

When the room was silent once again, Asmo shifted under the covers and Simeon resumed reading his book by candlelight.

Despite that brief disruption, you could feel the tension of the day rolling off of you as you settled into your own bed, replacing your pillow and cuddling into the comforter once more, everything fading to black as your eyes slipped closed.

You drifted off to sleep in a cloud of lavender and vanilla and something herbal you couldn't quite place…

***

You woken up way too soon by a knock at the bedroom door.

“Come in!” Asmo sang cheerfully. He'd already been awake for a while, having completed his morning skincare routine, now putting the finishing touches on his makeup as he hummed to himself.

The door swung open and Lucifer stepped into the room.

“Good morning, Lucifer,” Simeon stretched as he woke, greeting his former brother. “You're up bright and earlier than I’m used to. That’s two days in a row.”

“With good reason,” said Lucifer, his voice gruff from the earliness of the hour but his appearance pristine, “Breakfast will begin in twenty minutes, I trust none of you will be late, especially the two of you under my charge?”

“I’m almost ready,” Asmo said, twirling once in front of the bathroom mirror. “Oh but look at them, still snoozing away. It’s like we have another Belphie on our hands.”

You were still snuggled into the comforter.

It felt like it had been no more than a few minutes since you went to bed last night. Like Lucifer had dealt with Mammon and returned right away. Confused, you tried to will your eyes to open, but they wouldn't. Your mind was awake, and you could hear everything that was going on. But you were still tired.

It wouldn't take you that long to get ready, five more minutes of sleep would be fine…

Lucifer nudged your shoulder. “MC, wake up.”

“Mmh…” You rolled over in bed and sunk deeper into the covers, not being able to find the words to answer Lucifer or send him away.

With a sigh, he knelt at your bed, leaning over your sleeping form. The lingering scent of Asmo’s pillow spray wafted over you with his movement.

“Not a morning person? Well neither am I,” Lucifer’s low voice whispering in your ear would have sounded seductive if he didn't follow it up with a mild threat, “Downstairs in twenty minutes or I’ll have Beel eat your portion of breakfast.”

It didn't matter, your eyes still wouldn't open and your limbs felt heavy and useless. You couldn't get out of bed and you didn't really want to. It was too early for this, though you didn't know what time it was. You just knew you needed to sleep longer.

Your enchanted bracelet buzzed away on your ankle, feeling like a light shock of electricity, a zap running up your leg. But you began to tune it out. You were so… So sleepy…

Lucifer sniffed the air as he stood between your bed and Asmo’s. “Is that Nightfog oil?”

“Hmm?” Asmo was busy gazing into his own eyes in the mirror. “Oh, yes it is. It’s in that new pillow spray I got from Savonne,” he indicated the spray bottle on the bedside table, “Doesn't it just smell lovely?”

Lucifer gave an exasperated sigh, “Asmodeus, you can't use Nightfog oil around humans, not without taking extreme care. It’s too potent.”

“What? How was I supposed to know?” Asmo squeaked.

“You would know if you paid attention in Applied Magical Potions last semester,” Lucifer picked up the glass bottle and squinted to read the ingredients list. There was no warning label. He would have to inform Diavolo so the oversight could be corrected. “It can cause somnolence, and in large doses, prolonged sleep. You only used it on your own bed, correct?”

“Huh?” Asmo didn't realize he was gripping the edge of the countertop so tightly until he heard a faint pop sound and looked down to see the cracks spiderwebbing from his fingertips across the surface. He pushed off from the counter and went to dig in his makeup bag for some nail polish to fix a chipped nail. “Yes, I… It wasn't a very large dose, I just sprayed it a few times on the sheets.”

“They had no direct contact with it?”

Asmo shook his head, avoiding Lucifer’s eye as he twisted open the bottle of pink nail polish, trying to hide the slight tremor in his voice, “Th-they should be ok then, right?”

Lucifer shook you a bit harder to see if you would stir. “Direct contact or ingestion is when Nightfog oil is at its most…” He chose his words carefully, noticing Asmo’s anxiety, “Efficacious. The fact that it’s been diluted with other ingredients is also good but…” You just continued to sleep, now snoring lightly.

“Oh dear,” Simeon came to your bedside. “Is there something we can do? I would offer to give them a blessing but I don’t think that would be wise to do within the Demon Lord’s castle.”

“No, it wouldn't be.” Lucifer scrubbed his face with his hand. This was the last thing he wanted to be dealing with right now, especially at this hour. He waved toward the bed behind him, “We have to remove the stimuli. Strip the sheets and pillows from Asmo’s bed and have the little Ds come collect them. They’ll need to be replaced.” He got up and threw open the window while Simeon dealt with the bedding.

Asmo chewed on his lip as he watched from the bathroom doorway as Lucifer performed a spell to neutralize and expel the remaining scent. A light breeze rustled the sheets of your bed.

Lucifer moved to wake you again, rather aggressively if his body language was anything to go by, when Simeon laid a hand on his shoulder and took his place, kneeling by your side.

“MC, dear,” He brushed your hair out of your face, “It’s time to wake up.”

At Simeon’s caress, you began to stir. He helped you to sit up in bed as you stretched and woke.

“Nightfog oil, huh.” You grumbled, rubbing your tired eyes.

Asmo’s shoulders sagged in relief, as did Lucifer’s.

You swung your legs over the side of the bed and reached down to massage your calf, the shock from your bracelet only just beginning to fade.

“Crisis averted.” Lucifer shot Asmo a pointed look, “I think we can forgo punishment this time since it seems to have been an accident. The last thing I need is for Diavolo to complain that I’m being too hard on you again.”

“Again?” Asmo asked.

He picked up the bottle of pillow spray, ignoring Asmo’s question, “However, I'm confiscating this so you don’t accidentally put MC under a hundred years’ restless sleep.” He slipped it into his pocket with a wry smile as the clock tower chimed a quarter to the hour. Lucifer caught your eye, “Fifteen minutes.” And swept out the door.

You stood and stumbled your way to the bathroom to get ready, nearly bumping into Asmo.

Something strange crossed over Asmo’s face, but it was gone as soon as it came, “Oh my,” He giggled nervously as he took in your bed head and bleary, dark rimmed eyes, glaring right at him.

With a quick nod, he shoved a jar of eye cream into your hands and hurried after Lucifer.

***

The magic eye cream Asmo let you borrow made you look well-rested, but you were practically falling asleep at the breakfast table.

When Diavolo caught you yawning as you filled your plate, he recommended Assam tea and personally poured you a cup. You were sure you saw Lucifer laughing behind his hand when he saw your reaction to your first sip, but he hid it well, falling back into polite conversation before you could call him out.

You’d only been able to choke down the bitter tea once you added copious amounts of honey (of the non-poisonous variety, Mammon wouldn't pass you the jar until he’d made sure of that, despite Barbatos informing him he'd only set the table with human-safe options) and milk to it. The tea did give you a little caffeine buzz and helped you feel more alert, but sleep’s siren call still tempted you in the recesses of your mind.

“All right, it's time to explain what we have planned for day two of our retreat.” Lucifer said, standing at the head of the breakfast table once everyone had finished eating.

“A scavenger hunt, right?” said Simeon.

“Yes, we'll be having a scavenger hunt.” Lucifer confirmed. “Each group will be given riddles to solve. Each riddle hints at one of the works of art or historical items here in the castle. Once you figure out the answer, you find and take a picture of the item in question. The things you learned during yesterday's tour of the castle should come in handy as you try solving your riddles.” He passed out itemized lists to everyone.

“We're doing this in groups, huh? In that case, I'm groupin' up with MC.” Mammon reached for your hand.

“Why don't we just say that the groups will be made up of the same people you share a room with?” Diavolo suggested.

Mammon growled, there was no arguing with the prince, not while Lucifer was there. He stomped away to join his group as everyone left the table, lists in hand.

Simeon helped you up from your chair, while Asmo hovered at a distance, waiting as the other groups dispersed in random directions.

“Since you actually got to finish the tour yesterday, Simeon, you’ll have to lead.” You said.

“Of course, I’d be happy to,” said Simeon. He scanned down the list thoughtfully. “Hm, Let’s start with the difficult things first.” He chose a riddle at the bottom of the list and read it through a few times. “The answer to this one is… The enchanted moondial in the back garden.”

“Alright,” Asmo gave a mock salute and took off, not waiting for either of you.

With a shrug, you took Simeon’s offered hand and the two of you followed after him.

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springbloomer · 1 year

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*YAWNNN* 💤

(I HIT 100 FOLLOWERS THANK YOU?!?!?1//1?!) <3 <3 <3

Gif by me (i used: flipanim.com)

Gist: You show up in front of each brother in a very tired/ sleepy condition (for context it was either really late at night or super early in the morning) Also I guess this is a hundo followers special

Characters: Lucifer, Mammon, Levi, Satan, Asmo, Beel, Belphegor

Lucifer [in the kitchen to make more coffee~]

He’s surprised to see you up so early in the morning, knowing very well that you always end up oversleeping

*yawn* “Here’s the documents you tasked me to fill out..” In your hands was a thick stack of papers he gave you last night (and for some reason told you to finish it as soon as possible)

Shoot, now he’s guilty for making you do such a thing-

But of course, he wouldn’t let you know this, and lucky for him, your eyelids felt so heavy that you gave up on even trying to open your eyes

Another prolonged yawn escaped from your lips as you groggily walked around to find something to eat

Lucifer shook his head and sighed at your condition

He told you to go back to bed, but you were still so sleepy that you just blocked out all other sounds and ended up falling asleep to the coldness of the fridge~

As he tried to pull you away, you hung onto the refrigerator door and refused to get away from paradise (“lemme sleeeeeeeeep…”)

“Let go MC. We both know that his is no place to sleep.” “Don’t wanna!”

Meh, eventually you gave up and let him carry you, bridal style (sir i-)

He internally screamed seeing how cute you looked snuggling up to him, but still managed to carry you properly without loosing his composure

Unless he wanted you to snuggle up to him more, he's made the decision to never let you sacrifice any of your sleep over some documents

Mammon [he walks in on you in his room]

Who would've guessed? Because of his overflowing debts, Lucifer wasn't going to let it slide anymore

Pretty unbelievable, but the entire time, he's been hiding from his older brother's wrath and actually succeeding????

The determination this man has-

It was already 3 am when he finally had the chance to hide and lock himself in his own room to get away for the rest of the night (well, really early morning now)

Nearly screamed when he saw you in the center of some sort of circle of stacks of what looked like... his bills? It was 3 AM for crying out loud, what the heck were you doing?!?!?!?

"Oy! Whatchya doin' here, human?! And what're ya-" *yawn* "I couldn't sleep anyway, so I thought about helping you with your debt problems, and seriously..."

You didn't have the chance to finish your sentence when you started to drift off to sleep

Like it was already a regular reflex, Mammon caught you right before you fell on the papers you worked so hard on to organize

Got all flustered at your current state and kinda wanted you to stay like that forever

Nahhh, he had to make sure you'd at least be comfortable during your slumber, so he set you down on his bed and put away those debts...

You wouldn't have known till the moment you woke up that he clung onto you, listening to your steady breathing that lulled him to sleep

Leviathan [in his room, that otaku i swear-]

It was expected of the otaku to still be wide awake in the quietest of hours, and that's why you went to him

But what he didn't expect was the sudden drop of your weight on his back (bro was just chilling when you just dropped on him-)

FORTUNATELY HE HAD THOSE BLANKETS ON HIM TO KEEP HIM WARM

Still, that made him panic a bit, paused his anime and confront your very sleepy state

"H-henry?! Wh-what- why- how?!" He's a flustered mess now as he tried to pick you up without trying to make you feel uncomfortable in his arms

"H-heyyyy, I wanna sleep like this~" Really, with your back arched on blankets plus Levi under all those?

Um, he knew his bathtub-bed wouldn't be any better than that, so he made a mini-bed with those blankets and positioned it right next to his usual watching spot

The rest of the time, he's pretty much distracted by the fact that he gets to see you sleep right next to him of all people!

Satan [in the libr- I mean his room]

He was on his usual read-till-the-crack-of-dawn-literally when he heard a pile of his precious books fall

His first instinct was to go all out, transforming into his demon form and torturing whoever interrupted his session (and make his precious collection fall)

"If you thought you could sneak around and take my books for selling Mammon, then you're DEAD wrong." (the man's pissed...)

Satan actually did transform in his demon form out of annoyance, only to find you yawning and hanging upside down when he snatched the culprit using his tail

He's honestly surprised and wondered what business you had with him at such an hour (quick time check, it was 3:03 am)

"I was getting pretty lonely in my room, decided to crash at yours..."

This wasn't a problem at all to him; he likes it when you come to him for help, comfort, or just for company

Too bad he his bed wasn't for people anymore, there were mountains of books piled on top of it-

That's when a sly grin crept on Satan's face

You ended up falling asleep on his lap, your head resting against his chest while he continued to read a few more chapters of his current book (he even gave you a small peck on your forehead awww)

Asmodeus [up for his looooong morning routine]

You were lucky that Asmo was already done with the face mask part of his routine, otherwise you wouldn’t be able to hold in your laughs, despite how sleepy you still were

Like the only decent person in the house, you knocked on his door before landing face-first into his soft, silky bed

“Oh my, MC! What are you doing up so early in the morning, dear? And on my bed on top of that~”

“So soooooooooft~” was your only reply. Seriously, how come Asmo has the comfiest bed in Devildom?!?!??

It took him a little while, but when he finally did, he decided to join you only for a couple of minutes (he had to get back on schedule for his routine after)

Also, a suuuuuper soft bed plus the touch and feel of Asmo’s extremely soft skin? Boy, have you ascended to heaven already?

It made you snuggle up to him even more, which honestly he had hoped (and pretty much expected) would happen

He secretly took pictures of you sleeping on his bed and thought that they were absolutely adorable

Beelzebub [in the kitchen, where else?]

You planned to get up extra early because of some schoolwork you said you’d finish last night and ended up sleeping on it

But before you dove into that, some coffee would really be helpful to kickstart your brain

With that said, you’ve made your way to the kitchen when surprise! You caught Beel in his morning raid. again.

Well, it was expected from the Avatar of Gluttony and his bottomless pit of a stomach together with the raging appetite

Quietly making your way around to not disturb his round, you grabbed a whatever clean mug there was and turned on the kettle

Too bad that he’s heard your extended yawn and greeted you with his mouth filled. “Goagh mortfning MC.” *proceeds to snarf down the remaining food left*

*yawnnnnn* “Morning Beel…” You greet him back with closed eyes

Both of you began some small conversation until you began to nod off unintentionally (amazing how you can sleep while standing up for a few seconds-)

Your legs gave away though, but Beel easily caught you in his arms

Poor guy didn’t know what to do first. Help finish your coffee or carry you to bed?

It was too early for him to be making such conflicting decisions, so he ended up doing both; carrying you back to your room with one arm and holding your mug on the other

Gently placed you back to your bed and mug on the nightstand right next to you

His man is such a cinnamon roll, he’d make sure that you were comfortable in your sleep. I’m talking about this guy plumping up your pillows, pulling that blanket over you and putting up a “I’m still asleep so please don’t disturb” sign outside of your door

He tried very hard, but he still sneaked a few sips of your coffee before quietly leaving your room

Belphegor [on the roof of HOL]

You’ve tried your best, but no matter how much, you couldn’t get away from the heat of your room, preventing you from falling asleep

Hours later… you were still staring at the same wall with no chance of sleeping at this rate

You’ve tried your best, but no matter how much, you couldn’t get away from the heat of your room

It was preventing you from falling asleep

Hours later… you were still staring at the same wall with no chance of sleeping at this rate

Until an idea reached in your head: if anyone would help you instantly get back to sleep because of his cuddles, it’d be the one and only Belphegor

Plus you just HAD to leave your room of a microwave, so a win-win

First you checked the attic, the very familiar room that you knew Belphie would take his naps on most days. It was empty

Next you checked the twins’ room, slowly peeking inside to not disturb any of them. Not even Beel was in there (he’s busy it’s that fridge-)

Where else could this demon be? That’s when it hit you: he did mention once that he liked to gaze at the stars on the rooftop of the House of Lamentation

The cold night breeze was like some sleeping powder to you; the moment you felt it your eyelids starting drooping

“Couldn’t sleep?” His voice reached you as he guided you to his usual spot and cuddling close to you

Only then you realized how tired you were; so tired that you had no strength to respond with words and just nodded

Luckily, at that very moment, everything helped you doze off. Belphie’s pillow and his steady breathing, the star-lit night sky, the cool breeze.

I freaking need a Belphie to spoon me like this please

The two of you had the best sleep in the entire three realms, holding each other and never wanting to ever let go.

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mageofseven · 10 months

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Nesting with Birdie: A BarbMams Love Story

Chapter 11

Taglist: @astroseuss @zarakem @fcxyviixen @brielle043

It was a few hours later when all of the younger brothers were home that Lucifer rounded them all up in the living room.

The younger brothers were on the couches; Belphie laying down with his head on Beel's lap, Asmo sitting cross-legged, and Levi sitting on the arm of the couch while Satan sat in Lucifer's armchair simply because he could.

Ignoring his son, Lucifer announced that some changes have and will occur here on out.

Mammon couldn't hear him though.

As they stood next to the oldest, the pregnant demon suddenly felt a shock in their brain causing their vision to darken and (kinda?) reappear.

"How the fuck did you manage to get knocked up?"

"Belphegor!" Lucifer scolded the youngest, only causing the sloth demon to sit up.

"Wasn't the first time bad enough? Why do we have deal with another kid?" Belphie complained. "How did you even manage this?"

"Mammon? Mammon?"

Suddenly, the second sibling realized they were pressed against the wall, panting with their heart trying to beat out of their chest.

Lucifer was hovering over them in concern as his other brothers stared at them like a weirdo.

What...what just happened? The dude isn't sure, only knew that they were left feeling like they were just pulled aboved water after a lifetime among the waves and even that description made no sense to them.

"I...I'm fine."

"Are you--"

"I just--can we finish this?"

Their words came out ruder than they meant them to and despite their brother's kindness streak, part of the younger ones were waiting for Luce to at least threaten to to string Mammon up for their tone.

Instead, Lucifer pursed his lips before nodding and making sure his sibling could stand on their two feet properly before turning to address the others.

"As I was saying..." The oldest continued. "We have some...upcoming changes in the family."

A few of the brothers raised their eyebrows.

Belphie smirked.

"What, are you popping out another kid or something?" He aimed at Lucifer, being a brat as usual.

The oldest scowled at him.

"I am not the one having the baby this time." He told Belphie firmly. "It's Mammon; he--they are pregnant and need support from all of us for now on."

The sloth demon's eyes went wide as he looked at the greed demon.

"How the fuck did you manage to get knocked up?"

"Belphegor!" Lucifer scolded the youngest, only causing the sloth demon to sit up.

"Wasn't the first time bad enough? Why do we have deal with another kid?" Belphie complained. "How did you even manage this?"

Wait...

They saw this before; they know they did. What the hell?

Mammon couldn't even bring themself to feel the full brunt of their pain right now because of the confusion.

Ignoring his 'brother's' attitude about his own birth, Satan spoke up.

"So you changed your own form?" He asked curiously; unlike the former angels, he never saw this as a bad thing. "Did you do this in order to conceive or was there something about this part that you simply preferred?"

Mammon...honestly, his mouth just kinda hung open and made some stuttery sounds at first; in truth, he didn't think anyone would ask him such a question and so calmly at that.

"Well, of course it's 'cause he likes it!" Asmo declared, smiling brightly. "I know I love it when I switch for my partners~"

Yeah, somehow no one in the room is surprised by this information.

Still.

"I'm still right! There's no way they don't like it!" The fifth brother turned back to the blonde. "You should definitely try it~"

"Asmo, it's 'they'." Lucifer explained. "Mammon prefers to go by 'they' instead of 'he'."

Satan blush.

"I think I'll pass..."

Suddenly, Mammon felt it again; an electric shock through his brain followed by the feeling of being plunged into water.

"Are we really okay with this all happening again?" Belphie yelled. "Another baby to become a family project?"

"That's not--"

"Do you think Mammon actually knows a freaking thing about being a parent? He-they-whatever the fuck they wanna be called, are known for slacking off, on dropping the work on the rest of us." He argued. "He didn't even do much work back when Satan was a kid. How will this be any different?"

"Because this is his own child--" Luce argued back.

"And watched him make it a problem for the rest of us."

"Birdie? Birdie?"

This time Mammon came to, they were called back by their boyfriend's voice. When Barb got there, Mammon wasn't sure, but thank the devil for his presence.

The pregnant demon found themself on the floor, aching side to the wood as their head was cradled in Barbatos' lap.

"Barb...I don't want my brain to work anymore..."

If the situation wasn't so serious, their brothers would likely make a joke like 'did it ever?'.

Luckily, they all had enough restraint as their poor sibling's vision went dark.

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In Need of Hugs (Oneshot)

Fandom: Obey Me

Pairing: Mammon x gn!Reader

Warning: Mild angst but overall fluff.

Commissioned by: @lann-de-lei

Prompt: [Paraphrased] You know how Mammon in the game is not usually very honest with MC about his wishes and feelings (I think it would change if they start dating and he feels more confident and secure). So I imaging he wouldn't tell them directly when he wants/needs hugs and comfort. And I thought about MC who is not good in reading non-verbal signs, and who relays mostly on people's words. So, I imagined MC would give Mammon something (like a plushy) to be a sign that he needs them, and he has this toy with him all the time and brings it when he wants MC's hugs. Something like this.. if it makes any sense ^_^" Anyway, I just wanna give this sweet boi a hug, he deserves it! Thank you!

A/N: This request was super sweet, but I added a hint of angst at the beginning. Hehe, Mammon really does deserve all the hugs in the world. Thank you for your commission! You really are the best. 😁💖

Word Count: 2557

Mammon art inspired by this oneshot.

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This feeling was nothing new, but like always, Mammon's chest felt weighted down. He sat at the edge of his mattress, slumped over, with his arms loosely crossed and resting on his knees. Mammon's eyes were closed, and his head hung low, his chin almost touching his chest.

The Avatar of Greed wanted you to figure out what was going on with him - figure out all the hidden feelings he suppressed deep inside. If only you could hear how his heart screamed in pain and know how tormented he felt, but alas, Mammon couldn't express his emotions honestly. It was not like he didn't trust you - if he didn't, he would not be dating you - but for reasons, Mammon felt like sharing his feelings with you would be bothersome. How he wished you could read his mind, but then again, if you did, you would be sad all the time, and Mammon didn't want to put you through that.

The demon removed his sunglasses and tilted his head up to force the tears back into his eyes. Pressing his right index finger and thumb on his closed eyes, he let out a self-deprecating laugh, "Why am I thinkin' about this? It ain't like anyone is goin' to listen to me. Maybe, (y/n)'ll listen, but what if they think I'm bein' needy or am weak-minded? Man, I could use a hug right now, but Mammon the Great can't walk up to (y/n) and say that to their face. Stupid mind. Stupid thoughts. Stupid Mammon..."

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As you made your way up the RAD staircase, you heard familiar voices coming from the top of the stairwell. "Hey, Asmo, Levi, and Beel. What are you guys laughing about? Did I miss something?"

The Avatar of Lust nodded and chuckled, partially covering his mouth with the fingertips of his right hand, "Mammon made a complete fool of himself today. He stole a rare statue from the RAD common room but got caught."

"He is stupid for thinking he could get away with it," Levi happily chimed in.

Their words made your lips fall flat, and though you knew it was wrong for Mammon to steal, you didn't like the way his brothers were making fun of him. How could Asmo and Levi not understand that greed was his sin, just like lust and envy were their sins? Out of the corner of your eyes, you saw Beel shifting his weight from one leg to another as his eyes wandered around the area as if he was trying to find a way to escape this conversation.

"Oh, it's almost time for our next class," Asmo said while motioning Levi to follow him. "We should get going. Talk to you later, (y/n)."

Even as they walked away, you could hear the third and fifth brothers talking poorly about your boyfriend. Once their voices disappeared in the distance, Beel shifted his gaze to you with a bit of fire in his eyes, "Mammon was not the one who stole the statue. Someone else took it, and the blame ended up on Mammon because...it's Mammon."

Your frown only grew deeper, and you curled your fists tightly - how dare they use him as a soft target. "Thanks for telling me the truth. Oh, and Beel, thanks for not joining your brothers to make fun of Mammon. You care about him and respect him more than the others, so thank you."

"You should go find Mammon," the Avatar of Gluttony smiled. "He might need a hug from you."

Knowing Beel's words were true, you set out to find your boyfriend, and after an hour of looking for him, you found Mammon sitting on the sofa in his bedroom. He sat with his lower back pressed against the backrest of the couch, his upper body hunched over. Mammon's elbows were resting on his knees, and his face was buried in the palms of his hands. Your heart twisted inside your chest after seeing the state he was in.

Slowly making your way down the staircase, you tiptoed behind the sofa and slid your arms around his shoulders, catching him by surprise, but your warmth was what he needed the most right now. Mammon sat up straight, a small smile appearing on his lips, "Whatcha doin' here? You're supposed to be in class." You tightened your arms around his shoulders and pulled him back until the back of his head was resting against your chest. Right now, all you wanted to do was to envelop him in your warmth and hide him from the world, but you needed to ask him about the false accusation. "Why didn't you tell me about the rare statue incident?"

"So you think I stole it just like everyone else?" His tone was sharp, but Mammon quickly regretted using that tone with you and bit his lower lip.

"No, I don't think you stole it. Also, you are wrong about the everyone part," you chuckled, maintaining your calm. "Beel believes you didn't steal the statue, and I have a feeling that Lucifer also thinks you are innocent. But all that aside, Mammon, why didn't you tell me?"

"I...well...um..."

While he struggled to form a response, you noticed him repeatedly tapping his foot, almost like he was having a muscle spasm. Tilting your head to get a better view of his face, you saw his eyes shifting restlessly through the items on the glass center table. At that moment, a realization hit you, Mammon was never good with words and never honest about his feelings.

'Why didn't I notice this before? Why did it take me so long?' You silently sighed, not taking your eyes off his face. 'Even when he's in pain, he keeps saying he's okay or makes a joke or says something stupid. Is that his way of diverting everyone's attention away from his true feelings? How long has he been like this? What...can I do to help him?'

You never got an answer from Mammon, but you didn't mind as you were too busy trying to figure out a way to help him - a way in which he could share his pain with you or seek comfort from you without actually having to use words.

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"Yo, did somethin' happen?" Mammon asked as he lazily walked into your bedroom, looking like you woke him up from a nap. "Why didja want to see me so urgently?"

"Don't ask any questions and close your eyes. No peeking!" After Mammon closed his eyes, you skipped to your bed and pulled out a gift from under the covers.

"Hey, hurry up, will ya? Don't keep me waitin'." Usually, at times like these, his mind would be racing a thousand miles per hour trying to figure out what you were going to show him, but today, his mind was too tired.

"Open your eyes!" At your command, Mammon revealed his sapphire eyes to find you holding a custom-made gold-colored plush bat with horns and wings similar to his demon form. "You are givin' me a toy?"

"You don't like it?" You teasingly pouted.

"Huh? No...it's cute an' all, but...why are you givin' me a stuffed toy?" He averted his eyes while scratching the back of his head, trying to make sense of your gift.

"Mammon, I am sorry," you dropped your playful front and stared down at your hands. "I not really sharp when it comes to picking up non-verbal hints. Whatever people feel, I prefer they say it using words, and I know not all people like sharing their feelings. I want to give you this toy as a sorry gift."

Even after your explanation, your boyfriend still looked lost. Smiling widely, you stretched out your arms to him, "That's not the only reason I'm giving you this bat. Whenever you show me this plush, I will take it as Mammon the Great wants a hug from his human."

His cheeks turned red at hearing your adorable statement, and a genuine smile danced on his lips as he gently took the plushie from you. Realizing he was openly blushing, Mammon cleared his throat and mumbled, "It's not like Mammon the Great needs a hug, but if I see my human lookin' like they need a hug, I'll show 'em this toy."

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After a long day at RAD, you kicked off your shoes and jumped on your bed, letting your body sink into the cloud-like mattress. You couldn't stop yourself from smiling like a goof at how well your plan worked out. Mammon brought the bat plush with him everywhere he went, and you could not have been happier. What made it a lot cuter was that he tried to keep the toy hidden in his backpack, but it was difficult to miss seeing the bright gold bat sparkling in the depths of his bag. Of course, you didn't say anything since you didn't want to embarrass him, but his actions made you giggle every time.

The best part was Mammon used the toy whenever he needed a hug, especially after a long day, losing bets, getting insulted by his brothers, or having to put up with punishments he didn't deserve. You opened your eyes and stared at the tree above your bed as you felt your gears riling at the unfair punishments. "Seriously, what did Mammon do to deserve it? He always looks out for others, but why does he have to put up with things he didn't do? I wish I could hold him in my arms and hide him from the world and the unjust things they do to him."

Rolling over on your stomach, you folded your arms and rested your chin on them. "Mammon has changed in the past few days, though. Before, he would use the toy to ask for hugs when he was sad, but now...he's using them to get normal hugs. Like the type of hugs, couples give each other."

You weren't complaining, no, far from it, but you wondered what brought about this change in him. Was he getting more comfortable around you? A giggle escaped your lips, "It would be nice if he was more comfortable around me, but I have to say, he has also gotten bolder. He even uses the bat when he's jealous."

Whenever you had conversations with his brothers, the angels, or Solomon for more than needed, Mammon would show up out of nowhere and secretly hold up the toy. He made it obvious that he didn't like you showering other men with attention, and the most impressive part was that Mammon even did this when you were talking to Lucifer. "Talk about being brave. He looks so cute when he's jealous, though."

You couldn't get over everything he had been doing for the past few weeks, but the one action of his you couldn't resist was Mammon showing you the plushie and saying in the sweetest voice with a blush, "I thought my human could use a hug." He liked getting attention from you, but Mammon also enjoyed showering you with affection. He really was too pure.

While you were reminiscing over the events that transpired, you failed to realize that the toy had helped you learn a lot about Mammon, including the meaning behind his expressions, his body language, and to a certain extent, reading his thoughts.

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A couple of days later, you walked into Mammon's room to hear him frantically saying, "Where's it? Where's it? Where's it?"

Stepping closer to the stairwell railing, you looked around his room to find countless items littering his floor while Mammon was carelessly tossing the pillow from the sofa and pulling the seat cushions out, not caring if they ripped in the process. What was he looking for that he needed to tear his entire room apart? A thought crossed your mind, but you shook your head and dismissed it.

"Mammon, what's wrong?" You questioned as you slowly made your way to the halfway point of the staircase. When he turned to you, the demon looked like he was about to break into tears at any moment.

"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to. I'm going to find it! Dontcha worry."

"Mammon, hold on a minute." You held your right hand up in front of your chest with the flat of your palm facing him. "First, take a deep breath and tell me what's wrong. Why are you tearing your room apart?"

"I...lost the toy. I don't know how I dropped it, but I'm gonna find it."

Your mind froze at hearing his reply, but you were not shocked about Mammon losing the toy; rather, you were surprised by your thought, the same thought you silenced earlier. When you walked into his room and heard him panicking, your immediate thought was, 'Is Mammon looking for the toy? Why else would he be messing up his room?'

Did this mean you no longer needed the toy to know what Mammon was feeling and thinking? You hid your smile under your hand as you watched Mammon getting down on his knees and looking under the couch. Uncovering your lips, you called out to him, "Hey, Mammon. It's okay. You don't need to look for the toy."

Your boyfriend turned his head to you, still on his knees, giving you a puzzled look. Revealing your smile to him, you leaned against the railing, "Mammon, I don't need the toy anymore to know when you need a hug. I don't know how or why, but I think I can understand your feelings..."

A variety of expressions appeared on his face one after another; first, his eyebrows furrowed, then they arched upwards on his forehead, and his lips parted slightly; after that, his eyes grew large, and his jaw dropped; finally, a wide smile tugged on his lips. "You...can...read my heart? I don't need to use words?"

"No, you don't."

Mammon's tense shoulders relaxed as he felt the knot in his chest gradually loosen. "I'm still sorry for bein' careless."

"My dear demon," you called to him in a sweet voice, and when he shifted his gaze to you, you brought your left hand from behind your back and revealed a bat plushie. It was similar to the gift you gave to your boyfriend, but the color was different.

"Didja get a backup toy in case I lost mine?" He asked, tilting his head slightly to one side.

"No, this is my toy. Now, whenever Mammon's human needs a hug from him, they will show this toy to him. AND Mammon will have to drop everything and come straight into his human's arms - no exceptions," you exclaimed and stuck the tip of your tongue out at him.

The Avatar of Greed hopped to his feet, chaotically jumped over all the objects in his path, and ran up the staircase. He tightly coiled his arms around your waist and buried his face in your chest as you wrapped one around his shoulder and rested the other on the back of his head. For a while, the two of you softly laughed until he lifted his head and met your gaze.

"No matter where I'm and what I'm doin', whenever my human needs me, I'll be there for 'em. Now and forever."

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