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Flutter prt. 2- DMC 5 Dante x Reader

Yeooo again folks! Hope y'all are having a good week and this post finds ya healthy and whole!

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Lady came for his ass the following week. It wasn’t unusual for you to go MIA for days at a time, but you always checked in with her. Someone had to keep your ass in check, and he was the worst at it. Lady took to you like a fish to water. Sure, you were skilled before you joined the group but she soon became a bit of a mentor to you. The two of you were practically attached at the hip.

If any of the team were to deck him for screwing this up she would be first in line.

Now that his head was clear and his temper under control he kicks himself for how he just left you there. Yeah, you told him to leave, but damn it he should have ignored you. Why didn’t he fight you on this? Now four weeks and a day have gone by with nothing. Should he go knocking? At least to see if you were eating? That’s what pregnant people do right? Eat, sleep, and get swollen feet?

Shit. Should he get some books on this?

His inner contemplation is cut short by the loud shrill ringing of his office phone. Ugh. He really didn’t want to bother with an emergency now. For once he needed some of that coveted alone time he always complained about. Virgil and Nero were off “training” (or more possibly Virgil was getting his ass handed to him-and damn wouldn’t he like to see that.) The girls were out doing whatever they did together and Patty was hopefully not following in his footsteps and was going to school on time. Ignoring the phone he swipes at a magazine. The line goes quiet only to start up again seconds later.

“Devil May-”

“It’s empty!” Dante’s ear rings at the shrill screeching on the other end of the line.

“Hey Lady is there something-”

“What in the hells did you do!” It chafes him that her first response was that he did something, but she was probably right to suspect him.

“Depends? I’ve done a lot.” Dante grits his teeth hoping not to get interrupted yet again. He has a sinking feeling he knows exactly what she was talking about.

“They're gone. Their whole fucking apartment is empty.” Her words rob the air from his lungs. “What? Not evening going to deny it? Dante I swear…” He stops listening to her tirade. You couldn’t be gone.That was your home, you were so proud of that shitty little one bedroom apartment. He remembers helping you paint your bedroom. How long had it taken him to get that yellow color out from under his fingernails. What about that sink you found at the junkyard? You were so excited when he lugged that thing up all those flights of stairs for you. You had made it a place for the two of you. All of that for you to just up and leave?

Dante hangs up the phone. He would meet up with her in a second. Locking up and flipping his sign off, Dante heads to your place, hands shoved deep into his pockets. He is there in record time.

His foot barely touches your door mat before the other hunter is on him. Strong hands grip around his coat collar pulling him into your dark entryway. Dante lets Lady swing him over her broad shoulder to land hard on his back on the tile floor. He doesn’t even flinch at pain. His senses were already miles away already on high alert for any signs of life.

Dust coats his nostrils and the musty smell of stale air fills his lungs. You never let your place get like this. If a window wasn’t open or a candle lit it was because you were at his place. Your space was always lively, filled with the smell of hot food or the radio blasting. Nothing like this tomb he walked into. Worst of all, your scent was sour and old. What was left of it reeked of panicked sweat and anger.

“Are you even listening!” He looks back at Lady, the smaller hunter’s eyes alight with anger at being ignored.

“No. Can’t say I was.” Dante pushes her off to get back to his feet. She could box him around later. Right now he needs to find you.

“Did they say where they were going? Have you talked to them recently?” Lady falls into step beside him, pistol out and safety off. Neither of them see any signs of a struggle but that didn’t mean anything in their line of work. The kitchen was clear, all the dishes washed and back in their proper place. Only your favorite coffee mug sat in the sink half filled with old water. The living room was fine too, everything neat and put together. Too put together. Like you had cleaned up just before leaving.

When they hit your bedroom that's when the wheels come off. It was trashed, clothes and personal items thrown helter skelter across your unmade bed and floor. Your weapons case lays abandoned open by the door, your favorite knives and pistol gone, the rest of your gear was left in their cases. Lady swears behind Dante going to check the bathroom.

“I don’t see any signs of blood or a struggle.” She calls poking her head out to watch Dante kneel by the bed pulling something out from under the bed with a defeated sigh. “Dante?”

Wordlessly he pulls the large case containing your trade weapon out and pops the lid. “Damn it, they packed light.”

Your custom rifle lay nestled securely in its foam case. Sniffing it Dante picks up the smell of fresh oil and powder. You maintenanced it right before disappearing, a clear sign to him you weren’t coming back for it anytime soon. He bought you that gun as an anniversary present. Before that you were always up close and personal with the demons you slew. At first he had no issue with it. It was hot as hell to see you gut one of those ugly things from belly to sternum. Then you started dating, and the thought of you taking a hit only to never get up again paralyzed him. Closing the case he tucks it under his arm. “They aren’t under there.” His joke falls flat in the tense atmosphere.

Lady rubs her eyes and holsters her gun. You left in a hurry, that was clear, but why? She wasn’t going to get any answers from Dante that much was clear. She could see it on his face with each passing second that he was shutting down.

This all had to do with last month she knew it. Had you two gotten into an argument and broken it off? No. As much of an ass as Dante was, the two of you had gone through thick and thin together with your heads held high and hands interlocked. Sometimes other parts too that the rest of the team have all regretted walking in on.

You spoke your mind when upset so to leave so suddenly…

Something pink and plastic catches Lady’s eye in the trash bin. Stepping closer she gasps. Dante is on her in a blink, gun drawn eyes searching for the reason for her reaction. His silver eyes follow her gaze. “Oh.”

“Oh?” She repeats. “Oh?” Lady rounds on him pointing an accusatory finger into his chest. It was all making sense. “You knew long before they did, didn’t you.” She wasn’t asking. Lady damn well knew his answer. “Which means the others do too…” She was going to ring Virgil’s neck herself, the bastard was long overdue anyway.

Dante shakes his head. “Nah, Nero doesn’t. Kid is still learning the whole ‘demon’ thing. And I told Virgil to fuck off.” He rubs his neck and sighs. His big body slumps against your messy vanity, you left in such a rush you didn’t even pack your toothbrush. “I fuck this up, huh?” The look of pity on his friend’s face made his stomach turn. Yeah. Yeah, he really did everything wrong this time. “At least they are still kicking.” You had to be. Even without your prized weapon you could kill a demon without breaking a sweat, and you weren’t that pregnant, right? Dante swallows thickly. Shit he was so out of his element.

“Come on,” Lady claps his shoulder hard. “Let’s lock up. I didn’t find a note so I guess they didn’t want us to know where they went. All for the better I suppose.” She frowned. “I will keep looking.”

“Don’t.” Dante looks down his sharp nose at the other hunter. “Just-just let it be for now. It’s for the best.” If you wanted to disappear he couldn’t blame you. It was probably the safest option for you and the growing little hellspawn inside you.

He bites his cheek. The anger brewing in him was unjust. It wasn’t the kids fault he messed this all up, no point taking it out on them. No, you were being smart about it. You made a name for yourself with his merry band of homicidal idiots and every demon who thought they were something would most definitely be out for your head. If they knew you were carrying a Sparda offspring? Shit, he wouldn’t get a moment's rest keeping you safe. “This stays out of the public gossip mill.”

Lady snorts actually offend that he would think she would blab on her favorite hunting buddy. “I won’t tell a soul. But you know the other will want to know what is going on.” Dante sucks his teeth. Nothing gets past the group, Nero and Kyrie were asking questions and Virgil was acting like he had stepped in something every time he made his presence known in his office. It was getting exhausting.

“Yeah-I guess I should let them know.” He wasn’t looking forward to it, but it would keep you safe too. “I’ll tell Morrison to take them off the roster.” The others would know what that means, and they would come to him with questions. That would be easiest.

Lady shrugs, locking up your dark apartment. “Good luck with that.” She stares up at your palace taking in the potted plants and hanging boxes on your windowsill. Someone had to look after the place. “I’ll contact the landlord, see if the rent has been paid.”

“What for?”

“For when they come back.” She crosses her arms. You would come back. Not soon, hopefully not. But you would come back, deep down in her gut she knew you would. With or without a diaper gremlin in tow, she didn’t care. For all of Dante’s bravado and indifferent attitude, he loves you. Lady was certain you loved him too, and she knew you loved the team too. So, you'd be back. “I’ll cover the rent till then.”

“Heh.” He cracks a tired smile, eyes warming up a little. “Thanks, Lady.”

She punches his shoulder. “I’m putting it on your tab.”

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After the heat anger of Lady came the cold fury of Virgil.

“I was just contacted by Morrison. I am told not to expect our missing huntsman back.” His twin starts without preamble coming to stand in front of Dante at his desk. The two look at each other, waiting.

“It would appear so.” Dante stretches out in his chair. The old hinges groaning under the movement. His brother bares his teeth.

“You are a coward.”

“Takes one to know one.” A leather glove finds his throat. “We doing this shit again?” Dante hisses not even batting an eyelash. “I just got this desk fixed.”

“Where are they?” Virgil hisses. “Are they safe? Did they say anything before leaving?” Dante scoffs. Even if you did, he wouldn't have said anything to his brother. But you had left him with nothing too. No note, no call, not even a kiss goodbye. He didn't expect the last one but still. Dante shakes his head. With a snort of disgust Vergil drops him back into his chair. “I will find them myself.”

“The hells you won’t.” Dante’s voice carries a dangerous heat. “You leave them be. I’m not you, and this kid isn’t Nero.”

“I am not projecting.” Virgil recoils figuring out what he meant.

“You are, hardcore.”

“Are you not worried?” Vergil flings a hand out to the front door. “We are of Sparda's blood! If some unsavory group finds out…” Virgil's scars tingled with the memories of his own trauma. No child deserved that.

“If we go poking our nose out looking for them, what do you think will happen?" Dante raises his hands pulling at his disheveled hair. “They are smart, and beyond capable. They got this figured out. Just-just wait a minute, yeah?”

Vergil shakes his head heading back to the entrance. “Fine, but don’t try to convince me when you are so unsure yourself.”

“Prick.” Dante shouts after him. It carries no heat. To both of them, you were family and you meant the world to them. Now even more so. Dante paces restless in the silence. He had plans to get some sleep, maybe another job. But not now.

He needs to stretch, needs to get out, clear his head...something to distract from the festering doubts gnawing at his mind. He catches his eye in the mirror propped up by his desk.

You're running. Again. Always.

Perhaps he’ll take his bike out.

Coward.

The loud rumble of his engine almost drowns out his conscience.

He rides and rides until the heat of his engine and exhaust pipe cuts through the thick leather of his pants and the sun hangs low in the sky.

Parking at a usual haunt Dante kicks at the loose gravel and empty bottles under his boot. He eyes the doors to the dinner. The two of you used to eat there every weekend, scrounging up the pennies the gang hadn't taken from you to buy a basket of fries and a couple of beers.

The lone waitress spots him through the glass and waves, beckoning him in with a familiar smile. He nods back. He could use a drink.

He didn't arrive back until the dead of night reeking of cheap beer and grease. His office is locked up and empty, it seems like nobody wants to see him for the time being. That’s fine. He didn’t need anymore stress right now. Sleep evades him that night, his drunken state lowering his inhibitions and will. His mind spins with all the contacts and favors he could call in. You wouldn’t even know. Dante stares up at the ceiling till the night sky turns orange fantasizing the feel of you nestled back in his arms.

He awakes sometime in the mid-afternoon to the sound of the younger hunter’s van skidding to a stop outside his bedroom window. Maybe if he lays real still… The doors bangs open as if kicked. “I know you’re up jackass!”

Dante doesn’t move letting the pain in the ass come to him. Nero shoulders his bedroom door open taking in the disheveled room. He winks his nose in disgust at the sour smell of beer and old sweat wafting off of his uncle’s stale clothes. Nero steps forward, poking Dante’s side with his boot. The older hunter stirs a little, a silver eye glaring out from underneath the pillow he had thrown over his face.

“So, another deadbeat dad joins our midst?”

“Hey, like father, like son huh?” Dante replies, voice thick from his fitful sleep. “Better be careful Nero, this could be your future.” Dante chuckles, dropping his pillow back over his face. “Starting to look like a Sparda family tradition.” Dante’s brittle guffaw hurt both their ears.

"Fuck you."

Dante’s chest expands, a silent sigh expelling from his covered mouth. "Is there a reason you are here? Or did you just come by to spew shitty one-liners?" Nero tosses a stack of papers onto Dante's chest. The folder exploding on impact. A mix of contracts and the daily papers litter the dirty sheets. Dante picks one up, moving his pillow away to look. Hmm- typical doom and gloom, mysterious disappearances a few towns over. A few were closer to Nero’s permanent residence than his normal area. “You’ve been letting them build up and I can't take them all you know.” Nero’s heated tone falters, his eyes darting around the dusty office. “Morrison is getting worried. We all are.”

Dante’s throat clicks dryly, his tongue heavy in his mouth. Whatever witty remark he had died in seconds. “Nothing to worry about. I’ll take these," he flaps a few folders in the air. "from here.” Nero doesn’t respond, taking the hint that he was dismissed.

Dante spent the next week out blindly slaying lesser and greater demons alike. Each town and city he went to he looked for you, hoping for a whisper of a hunter or a faint whiff of your scent to no avail. The endless worrying sends him into a hazy spiral until the poisoned sting of a fang pierces his side bringing him back to reality.

“Damn,” Dante pulls the largest piece of fang from his side. His skin turning purple and green within seconds of its extraction. Guess he needed a shower and a bandage.

The heat was cut weeks ago but the cold water washing over his battered body was just what he needed. He washes himself slowly checking his wounds with distaste. Wrapping up the wound he limps back down to his kitchen. Beer and only a box of old pizza in hand Dante begins his slow limp up the stairs when his emergency phone rings.

He was going to ignore it- he really should ignore it.

“Devil May Cry.” The hum on the line makes his already pulsing headache worsen.

“Hey- it's been a while.”

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mxvladdy · 2 years

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not to be too negative but, downgrade of the century

#I have never been so dry in my life #this about reversed my daddy kink #bland mashed potatoes are more appealing #vladdy rambles

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mxvladdy · 2 years

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Sorry it took so long😔 but for the request I can have how Lucifur, Diavolo, Barbatos, Simeon mating behaviors? Thanks so much 😊

I love this. Yasss flirt with me you beautiful bastards!

Happy Valentines to all y’all that wish to celebrate!

Lucifer:

Super formal…at first. Sends you a damn letter of intent- a smutty smutty letter of intent.

Once he can tell he has caught your eye and you accept his courting his prideful tendencies come out in full blast. He preens and let’s his natural charisma ooze out when he knows he is about to see you, dressing in his best suits and is on his best behavior.

Very traditional in his approach until you two are comfortable. A wine and dine kinda guy.

Can get over bearing at first. If your eyes drift to anything while you are out it’s yours. You’ll find it in your room displayed prominently somewhere where you can’t miss it. Should you accept enough of them he will progress to more intimate behaviors.

He will try his damndest to get you to himself and in his private quarters.

For you his normally spartan rooms will change to softer more human friendly.

He is really into textiles and nesting.

Should you choose to live in his quarters with him he imports and buys only the softest sweetest things for you two to lounge on together.

When he is in his demonic forms these tendencies are ten-fold. He is a constant shadow over your shoulder hovering and showing off his strut and appearance.

Is big on power displays but would much rather show his might with talking and eviscerating annoying wooers with words then brute force.

Some don’t take the hint and those get the beating of a lifetime with his many wings.

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"You're ridiculous." You chuckle plucking a stray feather from your head. Lucifer huffs, flinging yet another pillow from the pile he had amassed.

"You will not say that when I finally bed you here, my dear." Lucifer scoffs at you looking down at two identical fuzzy blankets. After much deliberation on his part he tucks one into the intricate weaving of the outer shell of his nest while the other covers the mound of feather down pillows he had laid out earlier.

"Done yet?" You ask, circling his large bed. He has yet to invite you into it. His large black wings block most of your vision but you know when he is done it is going to be grand. You are excited to see what he had been planning. The past months had been a guessing game of possibilities. He promised something intimate and worth the wait. You believed him, today had been pretty spectacular.

The wining, dining, and postulating was classic Lucifer, but softness of his touch and low soft whispers of praise over dinner in public had been new. Welcomed whole heartedly, but new. He was usually so restrained in public. Today he wanted to show you off. He dressed you both to the nines and took the day off to be with you. You thought the day was over after dinner and a show in the human realm. So when he said he had an even bigger surprise for you back in his room, well you had to see.

“Soon.” He smiles over to you. “Why don’t you wash up? I prepared a bath for us. But please get in first. I just have a few more touches before I’m done.”

You perk up at the idea of a bath. Asmo’s tub was fantastic, but Lucifer’s was legendary. You had never used it before. “Really?” You rise from your chair. He chuckles, turning away from his work for a moment.

“Go on.” He jerks his head to his closest door that leads into his bathroom. “Indulge yourself with anything you like. All the bottles and soaps are human safe. Go, I will join you soon.”

Excited, you rush from the room shedding your clothes as you make a mad dash from the bathroom. Opening the door a wall of steam greets you. His bathroom was smaller than expected but very personal. The tub rests in the middle of the room surrounded by shelves of glass vials and jars.

Approaching the tub you trail a finger along the rim. It is a deep double slipper basin made of copper and tarnished from years of love and usage. The smell of elderberries, fresh fern, and peppercorn entices you. It smelled like Lucifer. You smile to yourself.

“You know you already got me, right? Not that I don’t mind smelling like you.” You shout out, dipping a foot into the hot water. Settling in you sigh in bliss. The water was milky and filled with petals of all shapes and sizes. They brush your skin like soft kisses. Sinking deeper you rest your head back on the lip of the tub and float.

Hands touching your shoulders wake you with a little start. “Is this all to your liking?” Lucifer purrs in your ear, his hair tickling the nape of your damp neck.

“Consider me woo'd and courted.” His lips brush yours trailing across to your cheek before kissing between your eyes.

“Don’t say that just yet beloved. I wish to join you before adding my finishing touches.”

Diavolo

A grand show. He has to show you he can protect you as well as provide. It’s in his blood, he simply has to show you that he is the perfect mate for you.

Somehow finds a way to be shirtless and working whenever you are in the vicinity. Gotta show off the body (humans like that right…right Barbatos???)

He first tried the mating behaviors that attract demons. (No,no my Lord. Decapitated heads and fresh kills are not appropriate mating gifts.)

Has eyes and ears everywhere and they report back any little complaint or comment you have.

He could easily buy you things, but don’t humans like gifts from the heart…err hearts. So he will make what he can for you instead.

Has quite a few hidden skills. Nothing like Barbatos but he is a pretty good craftsman. Especially with wood.

Plasters you with gifts and thoughtful changes. You sneeze in his castle. You must be cold! Had it always been this drafty in here? Time for renovations to the castle.

When he gets really serious he will make a special plot in his private gardens just for you. He will spend months cultivating the perfect gift. Everything grown there was planted and tended to by his hands just for you. It’s a mix of native devildom flora and vegetation and human. A bit for you and him.

“Now-Open!” Diavolo’s voice is bubbly, just brimming with uncontrollable excitement. You match his energy bouncing on your heels, your palms still covering his large hands over your eyes. You didn’t know what to expect from Dia in his mating habits. When Diavolo first showed his intentions it was…rocky.

The weekly royal spars in the colosseum and hunts in the forest were interesting to start with. You couldn’t deny seeing Diavolo glistening with sweat and roaring at the crowd in victory wasn’t a turn on, but when the trophy heads started to amass at your door was when it became too much. He meant well. At least that's what the brothers told you while you tried to get the blood stains out of the carpet. After some trial and error on his part and patiences on yours his displays of courtship became something you looked forward to.

This one was long in the making, eating at Diavolo’s little free time and a lot of his energy. You missed him but Barbatos said you would greatly enjoy this surprise. So you waited, and waited, and waited till he came to you. His eyes are bright and full of passion.

“Mio giglio! I have something I wish to give you. If-if you will allow it…” He hesitates a moment before pushing forward. “I made it for you myself.”

He takes you to the back gardens of his estate, nothing new here. Many dates ended here with him walking you around the lush pathways. “May I cover your eyes?” He stops at a new path waiting for you to do as he asks.

“Why?” You squint at him suspiciously. Dia laughs rubbing your back and kissing your forehead.

“And ruin the surprise? Tsk.Tsk. Humans need to loosen up.”

“Guess I can’t argue with that.” Letting him clap a hand over your eyes you wrap your hands around his forearms. “Lead on!” You strain your other senses to pick up any clues to just what he was planning. The crunch of gravel overshadows any other noises, but you smell fresh wood and foliage. “Are we there yet?”

“Yes.” Dia rumbles. He squeezes your hand once more before letting go of you. “ Open your eyes.”

You blink stunned by the beauty of the scene. “Where-where did this come from?” The fresh timber is soft under your curious touch. The soil around the cabin freshly turned, the mix of indefinable flowers and some you knew were planted around the building. All of this was new. New-new. “Did you have this done for me?”

Diavolo grins, spreading his arms wide. “I built it for you.” He looks over his handy work. The small cabin was a labor of love. Over the years together he had grown to know you and your tastes. He wanted to prove to you that he could provide whatever it was you needed. When trophy heads and blooded battles fell short, Barbatos steered him to the more practical (for humans at least) gifts. Opening the door to your get away he bows, letting explore in peace. He beams to himself hearing all your gasps and exclamations of awe with each room you enter. Did you notice the hand carved and painted door knobs? Or the engravings on the molding, his binding words etched into the back declaring his protection?

Probably not, but with time he would tell you all about it. If you accept it, and with it him.

Barbatos

It is harder for him to getting time to show off his mating behaviors.

Mainly because you are not his priority, as much as you both might wish it. The prince and the Devildom come first.

His behaviors are more showy than you would expect. Bright bolts of fabric, the latest fashions and imported spiced teas and herbs land at your doorstep constantly. Fresh flowers and meals are dropped off in your classes, a handwritten note lain on top each time.

He expects to see you wear the fabrics and jewels he drops off. If he can’t have you by his side at all times at least others will know.

On the rare nights he may get off (at Diavolo’s behest) He will shower you with handmade treasures and homemade delicacies along with his attention. The best gift he can give you is quality time.

He promises you more of him and his treasures if you become his.

You have gotten used to the envious looks of your classmates at lunch time. At first you hated it, the angry glares and loud whispers. To them it was unimaginable that some human caught the eye of someone like Barbatos.

But it did make for the hottest gossip. Now, a little part of you loved the attention. From both him and the jealous on lookers. He made you feel special, wanted. His attention and gifts is a heady rush; he never treated anyone else like this. His gifts varied from day today. Sometimes small and unassuming, other times they could not fit in the classroom. Those times you thought they were for fun. A little tongue and cheek mischief from him to you.

This time your desk was bare except for a small ornate envelope and a plainly wrapped box. You smile to yourself ignoring the looks of your classmates and open the wax seal of the letter. Wear this tonight, I have many things planned for us. A whole night's worth. Your stomach flips with giddy excitement. A whole evening, that was unprecedented. Barbatos never had that much free time. Fighting back the urge to rip open the box you store it under your seat and wait for the day to end.

The wrappings on the box don't last long once you are in your room. The outfit inside was stunning, shimmery and soft yet thick and warm for the cool Devildom nights. It accentuates your best features when you put it on. There was no note or hint of just what you were supposed to do now but something deep down just told you to wait.

You didn’t have to sit long before a silent rap at your door drew your attention. Barbatos entered with a polite bow, his lean frame bending like a willow in a breeze. “I see I measured it just right.” He smiles warmly looking you over.

“You made this?” It would make sense. The traditional garb was nothing like you had seen in stores around the Devildom.

“Of course,” He moves closer, straightening out a few creases and improper folds in your clothes. “Something unique for a priceless treasure is fitting, no?” Your cheeks warm at his casual flirtation. “And look, we match.” Stepping back he turned for you. Your outfits did indeed match, not in an obvious or obnoxious way. It was tasteful, the contrasting colors of your pieces playing off of each other well. You hum to yourself taking this moment of closeness to rub at his sleeve.

“A bit on the nose though isn’t it?” Barbatos cocks his head. You gesture at yourself. “Trying to tell the whole of the Devildom that I’m yours? Or just thought that this was my color?” Teal and silver embroidery graces the side of your sleeves and down your waist. Not a color scheme you wore often. No, they were his colors plain and simple.

He chuckles a sly grin spreading across his face. “Why would I bother with such things? There are many other ways to let the realm know you are mine. Perhaps I shall remind you of them?”

Simeon

His mating behavior is when he is at his most vulnerable. He has always been elegant with his words and mannerisms but now he lays himself bare.

Lots of poetry is how he likes to woo you.

A much more human like courtship he likes to extend it for months to really get to know you.

He is very tender with you. Not because you are human, but because he cares so deeply for you and your comforts. His old work as a guardian angel comes through when he is with you.

But with the tenderness comes a sly tectican. He knows more about the human realm and courting than the demons of the realm and uses it to his advantage.

He likes quiet more personal encounters, things where you two can talk and share interests unperturbed. Though he uses the brothers and their…special brand of chaos to his advantage. You know who to go to when overwhelmed or just to get a break from the mischief.

His favorite gifts to give you are short stories and homemade sweets. If you make them together it makes it all the better.

If he feels like he needs to bust out the big guns he can and will serenade you. He is well versed in many types of instruments and can write lyrics with ease.

Fresh sweets sit cooling by an overstuffed basket of sandwiches and snacks. The woven wicker already groaning at the seams understrain the strain. You doubt the basket could hold much more but your little helper was determined to fit more in.

Luke bustles around you. His blonde head bolting to and fro, talking a mile a minute about how he won’t let any of the “stupid brothers” disrupt your afternoon while grabbing anything else he could think of for you lunch out. “Come now, Luke.” Comforting arms wrap around your midriff. "I'm sure we will have a lovely outing." Simeon kisses your temple. "If a brother were to show up, then more the merrier. There is plenty of food." He pauses. "Unless Beel joins us."

He moves from your back deep in thought eyeing the spread. Perhaps he should make more, just in case. “Noo-” Luke breaks his concentration grabbing up the basket and a thermos before pushing you both out the door. “No smelly demons, no distractions. Just you two, alone!” With that the little angel slams the door on you both.

“Well then.” Simeon turns you. A langued smile spreads across his face. “ I guess that decision was made for us. Shall we?” He holds out his hand for you.

"Is it far?" You ask, craning your head around his frame. Simeon chuckles moving to block your view of the path before you. He wanted it to be a surprise.

“Impatient are we?”

You shake your head. “Excited. We hardly get any time for each other alone.”

Very true. He had been busy with celestial work and school, and so had you. The time away had been getting to him more than he thought. He was almost feeling jealous of the time you were spending with the brothers compared to him. Once upon a time he would have called what he planned salacious, something far below his station. But then he looks at how you would smile and touch the seven brothers. It chaffed him in ways that should have worried him. “True. I have missed you dearly.” He pushes the swell of emotions back down and squeezes your hand. His chest clenches when you squeeze back. It solidified his resolve.

Quickening his pace he leads you into town navigating the winding streets with a single minded focus. You enter the Devildom forest. He knows you’ve been here before with the brothers but with this outing he hopes to overshadow whatever memories of the brothers that may linger there. He wanted every memory you have of their Kingdom to be painted with his brush.

He and Luke had spent the morning before cooking setting up the small outcove with blankets, books and other activities for the two of you to do. Something innocent yet intimate at the same time. Simeon smiles to himself hearing your gasp of excitement when he reveals his work.

Lunch was enjoyable. Filled with feather light kisses and little compliments over drinks.“Is this to your liking?” He turns to you, putting his drink down. You nod flopping onto the soft grass next to your blanket.

“Of course! I don’t see how this could get any better!”

Simeon laughs pulling out his final gift to you. “How about now?”

Your eyes grow wide taking in the leather bound journal in his hands. “What is this?”

“A story, a poem, or maybe even a script.” The angel strokes the cover with care. “It is my thoughts and hopes of us. All the days I spent falling in love with you and all our adventures together.”

“It’s for me?” You reach for it leafing though the ornate pages. His penmen ship was emaculate even the scribes and notes on the sides were neatly done and organized. The few sentences you read are filled with sweet words of adoration and wistful thoughts. His poetry was subtle but filled with verses of all things he loves about you. “Will you read some to me?” You hand the book back to him.

The angel beams taking the book and pats the pillows next to him. “With pleasure, I have much I want to tell you.”

#obey me #obey me lucifer #obey me barbatos #obey me diavolo #obey me simeon #obey me fandom

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hi im on anon cuz im shy but you're one of the writers that really truly inspires me on this hell site. your characterization of the brothers is so fascinating and i can never get enough. your writing style completely captivates me and keeps my ADHD brain actually focused. i hope to be as good as you some day. dunno what you're up to but i wish you nothing but the best and i hope ur staying safe. take care <3 xoxoxoxo

Nonny... 😭omg that's so sweet thank you! I'm so happy my stuff reads well for you! And please write! I need more to consume *nomnom* I love writing and reading about the bros, it's kinda cathartic for me. (also an aesthetic lol)

I'm safe and sound (just over worked and burnt out) I got promoted for a bit so now I'm working 14-16 hour days and just coming home too exhausted to do anything :( I've been trying to write and draw a lot while I keep dipping in and out but I feel like I've been gone for too long to get my foot hold back ;.; I know it's just in my head but ye!

But I hope are well and thriving too 💕 I greatly appreciate the message! xoxo!

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Happy Holiday's Y'all

Hope y'all have a restful night! I don't celebrate much myself but I wish for the best for everyone coming into the new year!

#All most there #onward and upward

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Masterlist- (Updated 12/23)

Hey y’all! While I’m procrastinating working on some more pieces and the few requests I still have to answer I thought I would neaten up my page for more easy access? Anyway this is still a WIP but I will be working on putting in a rules page link and the other fandoms I make content for!

If ya like what I do consider supporting me on Ko-Fi!

A/N: Works that are not bold or hyperlinked are in the process of final editing and posting!

Stay warm and safe y’all!

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#vladdy's writing #obey me fan fic #overwatch fanfic #dmc fanfiction #Vladdy Masterlist

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✨BEAUTIFUL PERSON AWARD! Once you are given this award you're supposed to paste it in the asks of 8 people who deserve it. If you break the chain nothing happens, but it's sweet to know someone thinks you're beautiful inside and out ✨:)

and now i'm crying (sweet tears of joy)

You are awesome too 💕💕

#my tendie mush heart is bleeding #with love and affection

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☆ put this star into the inbox of your favorite blogs. it’s time to spread positivity!! ☆

🥺Awww bb.

Y'all gunna make me tear up ;.;

#I gotta start doing this too #all y'all rock

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Hi! I found your head canons and fics on AO3 and I love them so much!! I was wondering if you could do one with Beel x MC where he introduces them to his brothers, who are less than thrilled that he’s fallen in love with a human rather than a demon? Maybe they threaten MC a bit... maybe Beel has to save them from his brothers?? 👉👈 🥺

Hi Hi! Of course. Poor Beel, he deserves only the best and smoochies... but the angst.

I need it.

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You could have cut the tension with a knife. You knew meeting Beel’s family would be rough. He did warn you, his brother's were not easily impressed with anything, but he knew you could handle them. You could handle him after all.

Finding out your long term boyfriend was a demon was not something humans dealt with on the daily, and you thought you had handled it pretty well. After you stopped trying to run that was.

You look to Beel then the others in the room waiting for someone to do anything. His twin- Belphie you believe was his name eyes you with open disgust. His upper lip curled in disgust. He sits farthest from the two of you lounging on an oversized pillow. Well, that wasn't promising.

The other five weren’t close behind in their discontent.

Beel clears his throat beckoning you forward with a large comforting hand. You take it coming up to stand at his side. “Brothers, this is my partner.” He opens his mouth again to find something else to say but stops. You see the brief panic in his eyes.

“It’s nice to meet you all.” You jump in bowing low to the tall black haired demon sitting in the center of the living room. He looks down at you from his perch. His cold ruby eyes glinting off the flames of the candelabra.

He hums, turning to your boyfriend ignoring you completely. “At least it has manners.” Ouch. Beel tenses by your side.

“I don't appreciate that.” Beel grounds out. “Please, Lucifer we talked about this.” Lucifer recoils a little, a faint pinkness touching his cheeks. The eldest brother waved his hand to brush away his comment. Beel turns to the others looking for some kind of support. “Belphie?”

His twin shook his head getting from his spot on the rug.You didn’t know what hurt Beel more. His twin’s silence or him turning his back. Belphie left without even so much as a word.

“Well-” The blonde in the group cleared his throat. “I for one think this is foolish and just begging to end in disaster but not my problem. Just keep them out of my room.” He left shortly after that, making eye contact with you once before shaking his head with a chuckle.

“Just don’t touch my stuff human.” From your left side another brother pointed his finger at you in warning.

“Mammon…”

“What! They look shifty. Humans are like that. You should watch your stuff too, lest they muck it up with their…humanness.” Mammon shrugs. Beel deflates even more, this was not going at all how he expected.

“Asmo? Levi?” He turns to them. Asmo frowns, tapping a long finger to his chin.

“Well~ I don’t mind them, as long as you share.” His glossed lips spread into a wide and deadly grin. His fangs gleaming and on display. Your boyfriend stiffens immediately pulling you closer. You take his protection gratefully clinging to his side as the embodiment of lust blows you a teasing kiss. You feel Beel’s low growl of warning more than hear it. It rattles deep and dry in his chest. His remaining brothers tenses, rumbling back in challenge.

"Beelzebub." You pull at the back of his jacket. "Let's go." This was going nowhere fast. "This isn't the right time."

"Is it ever the right time?" The last brother finally spoke up looking up from his phone. "Bring in a weird normie like this. Would be better as Henry food." He mutters the last bit looking back to Lucifer who was still staring at you with a now unreadable expression.

"Levi has a point, Beelzebub." Lucifer speaks up again. "There are rules and regulations the prince put up against this. They are more likely to be killed down here, and frankly I wouldn't stop it from happening." Beel recoils, his brother's words painful but clear. He would get no support or extra protection for you down here.

He turns to you, spinning you back to the door. "Come on. They will help us in Purgatory." He didn't sound confident in the least but anywhere was better than here for the two of you.

With one last look over your shoulder Lucifer stares you down. "Good luck human. There are no odds in your favor down here."

#obey me #obey me beel x mc #angsty?#obey me fanfic #I hope you like!

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Big Thankie!

Wowie wow y'all! Thank you for the 600 followers! I appreciate all the love and understanding as I slowly pump out some more work!

Y'all have a safe and happy winter season and new year!

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mxvladdy · 2 years

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Are you back? 🥺🥺

I've missed you and your writing. I hope you're better now. 💙

Awwwww 🥺 I missed y'all too.

Ye I'm doing alright! Met a guy-guy broke up with me-Work got crazy, the whole nine yards in a short 5 month period I tell you what.

But I got stories to share and time to spare!

I plan on cleaning out my inbox and reopening it along with putting out more chapters in Unrepentant and well... since new characters came out looks like I got some new forms to contemplate jaja.

Sorry to be gone so long I'll try my best to be active again 💕

#im back swinging #and i got some thangs to sayyyyy #lol #vladdy rambles

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Are requests open? If yes, can i get headcanons of how demon brothers would react to MC scaring away a demon that is bothering them when they and the MC were out, just with a single stare? I don't know how to explain it 👉👈

Hi Hi! Uhhhhh, hell yes I can write this lol! I bet all the bros find it hot when MC gets mad. Like “yes, this is my rabid little human. They bite and I love them :)”

I’ll drop the rest on a separate post! This got long (as usual)

Sorry for the hiatus too!!!

Lucifer

Oh that's hot....

Usually demons are smart enough to leave him alone when he is out around the town. He has quite a reputation for getting pissy when bothered during what little down time he has. This is doubly so when you are involved.

If he wants a night on the town with his human, back off. There is no telling what he will do if someone interrupts.

Tonight was just one of those nights it seems, all the idiots out. One trivial demon after another had something to say to him, or a picture to take with the eldest.

Deep down his pride rumbles in pleasure that his ego is being stroked, but it chafes him that they are doing it while he is trying to spend time with you.

He tries to handle the stream of people with grace but enough is enough.

One very pushy demon takes him completely by surprise. The disrespect they showed was astounding; if not a little commendable.

Just when he is about to squash this wiggly worm into the ground, you take charge.

He doesn’t see the full effect of whatever look you gave them but when you turn back to him with the sweetest smile he has ever seen he sees the fire in your eyes and an ashes faced demon slinking away in a hurry.

He’s never been prouder in his human.

Mini Fic

Paparazzi. It’s been awhile since they have tried to bother him on the streets. Usually it was Mammon or Asmo that would call them out for some stupid stunt or new cloth revel, but it appeared that this week was his turn to be pestered. Someone must have tipped them off that he was going to be out tonight.

Fair enough, he had been out of the public eye for a while now. The gossip boards and magazines had very little to say about him, much too many readers despair. If it were any other night he could have grinned and bore it, but not this night. Tonight was supposed to be special, just the two of you.

Lucifer throws an exasperated look at a floating ghoul, their camera getting dangerously close to violating his personal space. He catches their eye and gives them a small shake of his head in warning. Any closer and he will break that damn device. The monster backs off with a sheepish bow, going to take pictures from a safer distance. His compatriot, a lithe little demon, did not seem to get the message. They were surprisingly strong. Lucifer would give them that. They elbow and shove others out of the way to get their recorder in his face for an impromptu interview.

Bold. He liked that in a being. Just not today.

If you hadn’t been at his side he would have snapped the annoying little thing like a twig. But not today. It wouldn’t be very gentlemanly of him to ruin your fine outfit anyway. Though he could always get you another…

Gripping your arm more securely Lucifer leads you through the throng of enraptured demons to the door with single minded intensity. He was so close. The sooner he was inside the sooner he could have you all to himself.

“Is it true you have made a pact with this human? Is it all business, or pleasure?” Lucifer inhales the fluff of their recorder, stunned for a second. He stumbles over himself for a moment coughing as bits of synthetic fibers tickle his throat. Then he sees red. The demon must have sensed it too. The street around him grows quiet and the recorder disappears almost as soon as it had appeared. The slim demon holding it tightly to their chest. Their look of glee contradicts any fear he thought they might have had in that moment.

He could imagine the headlines and press coverage if he struck. No doubt they were too. Your hand on his chest stops him from doing anything that might damage his reputation. Lucifer pulls back curiously.

He doesn’t see or hear what you mouth at the demon but their reaction is instantaneous. The look of glee falls immediately, actual fear fills their eyes. The other demons in front of you also recoil. It wasn’t even directed at them but yet it still mollified them.

Lucifer doesn’t know what happens to the demon after that. Perhaps the door guards finally started doing their job, or the paparazzi ran off on their own, he doesn’t care. Right now he only has eyes for you.

You turn back to him with the most cherub like expression, full sweet innocent smile on display with large bright eyes. Underneath though he catches a brief glimpse of whatever you had shot at the demon. Your gaze was venomous, down right lethal even in the little traces he could see. It makes his blood heat up in the most tantalizing ways.

“Come on.” Your hand on his chest travels down to grab his hand. “Our table is waiting.”

He doesn’t budge, instead he pulls you close for a quick but heated kiss. “The table can wait my dear, I cannot.”

Mammon

Mark him down as scared and horny.

Honestly he had expected better of his friends when he invited them out for drinks and to meet you.

He thought they would at least be a bit civil, ya know?

The meetup starts out ok. A few of his modeling friends and coworkers crowded around a table in the back of their favorite bar. Everything is chill as the drinks started flowing.

Then his ex shows up. Well-his ex modeling partner to be exact, and they hadn’t left on the best of terms. Something something breach of contract and him being better

Needless to say they had it out for him, and knew exactly how to hurt him.

They start off subtly, with little jabs and rude remarks that could pass as jokes. Each little word feels like a punch to him but damn it he has to save face, especially with you there.

He thinks you don't notice but after one down right nasty comment you step in. Your face is turned away but the way his ex reacted? Priceless. Wish he could have filmed it.

You get a few extra kisses at the end of night for the trouble.

Mini Fic

Mammon feels your hand squeezing tighter and tighter in his arm. He was surprised at the strength of it, you being his weak little human and all. It was comforting at least, something to latch onto while his ex coworker made another low blow. He is proud of himself for not flinching at the poison laced words, at one time they would have really gotten to him.

He really shouldn't let Allu bother him. His contract with them was over. The faceless demon was a long distance memory of the worst time at the agency. When he had first started he had to climb the ranks like any other wannabe model. Good looks or no, Lucifer thought it would be good for him to put in some kind of “hard work”. Allu had been his first partner years ago. They had worked well enough, or at least looked good next to each other .

Mammon thought she had been so nice. She gave him tips and tricks, and watched his back for a while too. Hells, he even stayed over at her place when the House just got to be too much for him. He should’ve known better. Allu saw him as a stepping stone to the top, riding his coattails to the top only to dump him somewhere on the sidelines.

It hurt, but it was the business, or so she said. Heh, a bad gamble more like it. But, that was fine, he showed her in the end when he became one of the faces of the agency. That had been sweet, until she had started spilling his secrets. Parties and interviews slowly became a living nightmare, her sharp tongue and heated words knew just where to hit.

“Well, that is just like him though isn’t it?” She chuckles over her cocktail. “Short on brains after all. It’s amazing the cameras don’t reflect off that glassy eye stare he always has.”

Ouch. Mammon sucks a breath in through his teeth. Did he have a glassy stare? Before he can ask you you are moving, blocking his line of vision. Whatever you do casts the table in a tense silence, the laughter dying down almost unnaturally. He sneaks a peak around your shoulder.

Allu looks like they had been struck dumb. Even without distinct facial features their tense shoulders and rigid posture leave nothing to the imagination. They say nothing as they get up leaving their drink and snatching their bag before leaving quickly.

Before he could ask you, turn back to him with a radiant smile. “Want another beer? My treat.”

Damn, maybe Satan has rubbed off on you more than he thought.

Leviathan

Scares him at first ngl. The fact that you, his sweet sweet Henry were capable of making demons cower is terrifying

But reassuring. It just means that you could look after yourself and him if need be. After a while he started to want to see it.

He got to see it in it's full glory one night long. Truthfully he was about to unleash his hellish wrath on the normie that tried to cut in front of you.

You had guarded his spot at the front of the line while he had to deal with some council junk. To think some lowly garbage heap tried to cut you off…

Levi watched it all happen in slow motion, the boiling pit of envy in his gut cooling before it could erupt as the demon that had tried to cut in front of you scurried away. Their tail tuck literally between their legs. He could totally understand why they ran so fast though. His Henry was tough.

"Hey!" You beam up at him from your spot at the front of the line. "Glad you could finally join the party!" You chuckle pulling your fuzzy coat closer around yourself.

Levi looks you up and down then does a double take to the demon now at the back of the line. “What happened?” The air around you cools and Levi shivers, taking a step back.

“Nothing to worry about.” You look back down the line making eye contact with the demon once more. Even from this far away he could hear them yelp in fright at the look you shoot their way. “They thought they could bully their way in front of me.” You flex your biceps. “Nothing will get past me! Did you bring the goods?" You eye the coffee and warm pastries in his hands. "Extra cream, right?"

"What-oh ye-yeah." He lets you grab the cups helping you settle back down into the tent he had constructed a few days prior. Someone would call it excessive (Lucifer and Satan) but you didn't bat an eyelash at his offer to wait with him. He got to have you for a whole weekend to himself in this tent. And with how you handled that demon he didn’t have to worry about a thing.

Before he zips up the tent again he makes a mental note of the demon that had been bothering you. You might have squashed it in the moment but he'll make sure they never bother you again.

Satan

The murder couple of the universe. You have the killer gaze and he will just straight up kill for you.

It has almost become a game for the two of you. Who can scare the most demons with a single withering gaze on date night.

I'm saying- this is your favorite thing to do when out for dinner.

At this point you and Satan are tied and looking for that magical breaker.

You find your mark first this time while sitting waiting at your favorite restaurant. A couple of fellow classmates, ones that have bothered you for ages.

It was stupid really, they weren't aggressive with their teasing. Just constant little jabs. Certainly nothing to tell Satan about, but… for game night. They are perfect.

Mini Fic

Satan eyes down your potential targets for the evening over his wine glass. “Them?” He looks unimpressed. The gaggle sitting at the low table were too engulfed in their conversations to notice the two sets of predator eyes looking them down. “Aren’t they in our history class?”

“Are they?” You slurp from your straw noisy and flutter your eyelashes up at him. Satan snorts. He wasn’t going to ask. “Loser buys dinner.”

Satan laughs. “We share the same bank account.”

“Are you in or out?”

“Oh, most definitely in.” He leans towards you. “What’s the goal?”

Hmmm. “First one to make them leave their table wins.” Satan nods accepting the terms. Wordlessly you both hold up a fist. Shaking them in thrice in time you shot out your fist and Satan a flat palm.

“Paper beats rock, my love. Allow me to show you how it’s done.” Smirking, he locks eyes with the table across the room from you. The temperature around your table drops, goosepimples climb up your arms. Oh, this is going to be good.

The other table notices slowly. Their conversation tapers off from excitable giggles to nervous whispers. The leader of the gang turns her head slowly to peak over her shoulder. Her sole eye widened in shock at just who was looking down on them. She turns back with a gasp. The rest of the group huddles close, almost creating a barrier from his gaze. “Damn.” Satan tsks, looking back at you. “That was close though, she was thinking of ditching.”

You hum noncommittally. “If you say so,” You roll up your sleeves. “Now, watch the master.”

Scooching your chair out loudly you peek over Satan’s shoulder. As planned, the loud noise had their, and a few other tables turning to your direction. With that, you had them. If Satan created a chill, your glare damn near frosted the table. One glance at you and the leader screamed, knocking her chair back in her hurry for the door. The rest follow shortly after. You smirk at yourself shooting Satan a wink.

He stares at you, glass midway to his lips, a look of awe and pride mixing on his face. “I-well…” He fumbles for words. You grin sliding the check to him. “Hmph. I guess you did learn from the best.”

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