#and solomon being like Barbatos said i could help by staying the fuck away from the kitchen

[rainiishowers]

Hi , can I please request the brothers reacting to Mammon moving to Purgatory Hall to get away from them and overhearing him telling Luke that he is his true brother and not the demon brothers please, cause he had enough of them

Tags: @rose-ly, @crazyyanderefangirlfan, @icanbeyourdogthirteen, @yuu-tsuki, @cynthiarlan, @galaxycrepe @sstrdvst (I am so sorry if any of the tags don’t work, I’m not highly familiar with them and some @ just refuse to show up) Warnings: Long asf, some may find the content triggering on Satan’s second reaction, not proofread

Short Story 1 “Before the student council meeting ends, does anyone have anything to say?”Mammon huffs, this was a perfect opportunity to ask the prince if he could go to Purgatory Hall. Memories of last night’s beating filled his mind as the voices of his brothers wouldn’t shut up. “Actually, I do.” Mammon says, getting everyone’s attention. This was it, this was when he would stand up for himself and not take the bullying and beatings. He didn’t want to be around his brothers anymore, and so his next best option would be Purgatory Hall, He sucks in a breath, remembering that this was for his own good. “May I request to be moved to Purgatory Hall..?” Everyone was shocked, the brothers especially. Mammon thought he fucked up when Diavolo looked at his steward, who was equally as shocked, but he simply turns back and asks. ”May I ask why..?” ”Simple, I don’t wanna be around my brothers.”

Reactions 1 Lucifer

When Mammon rose, he was about to tell him off for wasting Lord Diavolo’s time by staying silent

When those words left his brother’s mouth, his eyes widened

Why in Diavolo’s name would he want to do that?

He was about to reject it for the prince until Mammon explained himself

Mammon.. didn’t want to be around them?

He said “brothers” with such distaste in his tone

Lucifer was at a lost for words

“What are you on about?”

He tried not to panic, maybe they all misheard him

Mammon just gave him a scowl, one he hasn’t seen on his younger brother’s face for a long time

The meeting got dismissed, with Mammon staying behind to talk about this further

Lucifer didn’t want to leave, at least not with some explanation, but he and his brothers were shooed off by Barbatos

He knew that Mammon wasn’t going to explain himself, not to him of all people.

The one who abused him

The one who took a big brother facade to cover up so many secrets

The one who shouldered everything alone for centuries

The one who is too prideful for his own good.

Mammon

He didn’t have to explain himself further

Not to his brothers, at least.

He watched as his brothers got shooed off by Barbatos, letting him finally relax just a bit

Mams just hopes this is okay, it’s gonna be real awkward with his brothers if Diavolo says no

Luckily, with agreement from Simeon, Luke and Solomon, he was allowed to move into the guest room they had

After school, when he was walking with Simeon to pick a few stuff up from the HoL, he couldn’t help but notice the angel staring at him, a bit sadly.

“What’s that look for?”

“Are you sure you want to Purgatory Hall? I’d love for you to be there but what about your brothers?”

Admittedly, he was a bit sad about moving, but it also right to move, move away from his brothers

Move away from the insults and the constant pressure

He wanted to breathe, sigh a breath of relief

“Yea.. I’m sure.”

Leviathan

He didn’t want to be in the meeting any more then he had to be

So he clearly got annoyed when Mammon wanted to say something

What he said however, had him alert with shock.

Was.. Was he serious? This wasn’t a joke was it?!

Why would he want to be at Purgatory Hall?

That was quickly answered, as Mammon said he didn’t want to be around his brothers

Okay sure, less trouble for him, but he said brothers like it was a bad word

Like being brothers with them, with him, was a bad thing

He didn’t get any more answers, as they were shooed out by Barbatos while Diavolo and Mammon talked

Worries circled in his head

Was it going to be temporary? Or permanent?

He’s aware with how much he bullies Mammon, but that wouldn’t invoke moving to Purgatory Hall

Right..?

Satan

He was already packing up a bit while Mammon spoke

But what his older brother said next made him freeze up

He felt the distaste in his tone

All he could do is stare in shock as Lucifer rose and Mammon gave him the scowl

Purgatory Hall wasn’t all that bad, it was better for him to move there, really.

What worried him was the thought of not being able to see this lovable idiot, the thought of the house being a dull, unadventurous place

“Are you serious?!”

Mammon didn’t answer, because he knew Satan already knew that he was

The meeting was dismissed but he was probably one of the more stubborn ones that Barbatos had to shove out of the room

He wasn’t happy, not in the slightest.

Asmodeus

He was about to poke fun at Mammon

Asmo instantly shuts his mouth after he hears the thing Mammon had to ask.

He was a bit taken aback by his sudden confidence, he even scowled at Lucifer

Lucifer!

If someone were to tell him that happened in the past, he would’ve laughed in their face

He looked at Satan, who was simply just staring

“Why do you want to do that?!”

“I already told ya, I don’t want to be around you guys.”

He frowns a bit at the response he gave

Asmo didn’t like it, but accepted the fact that it was probably going to happen

He basically pulled Satan back from storming back into the student council room after Barbatos shooed them out, even if he wanted to do the exact same thing himself.

Beelzebub

He was getting hungry, and he really wanted to find something to eat

For that fact, he didn’t really register that Mammon had something more to say

What he did register however, was what he actually said

Like Satan, he knew this would be for the best, and would probably make him a lot happier, which he wants his brothers to be

But, it was going to be a lot less exciting without him in the house

He liked to think he accepted the fact that Mammon was going to move, hopefully temporarily, after Barbatos escorted the brothers out

However, he has a habit of saving food for his brothers when they don’t come to dinner for whatever reason, and Mammon isn’t any different

So he was going to save food, even if he was still hungry, and Belphie had to tell him there was no need to do it, and he could just eat the extra food

He didn’t want to.

It felt wrong..

Belphegor

His sleepiness was getting the best of him

So, like Beel, he didn’t register that Mammon wanted to say something, but did register what he did say

Belphie sat up with wide eyes

He couldn’t be seriously-- no!

Belphie looked at Beel, sharing the shocked look he had

He looked straight at Mammon

“You can’t do that!” He yells

“I can do whatever the hell I want!”

He flinched a bit at the comeback, it was unexpected, Mammon rarely yelled at them so seriously, seems he really did have enough..

He was the stubborn one alongside Satan, so stubborn that Asmo and Beel had to pull them both back

He was feeling so many emotions, all at once

He was too tired to try and pound on the probably locked door, so he simply went back to the HoL, ignoring the fact that he had classes

Guess he should sleep it away... like he always does..

Short Story 2

Diavolo hosts a lot of parties and balls at the castle, it was a fact everyone in the Devildom knew. So, it was unexpected that a few weeks after Mammon moved out, Diavolo announced a party, not all the brothers were super stoked about it, but they couldn’t escape it if they tried. It was during this party that the Purgatory Hall members came, including Mammon. Luke and Mammon went to MC to greet them first, it wasn’t surprising, Mammon wasn’t talking to the brothers much, even in the student council meetings. Some time in, some party-goers reeked of demonus or other types of alcohol provided, including the Avatar of Greed. He was still with the angels and MC, but being a lot clingier to young Luke, it was.. a sight, Mammon was clinging onto Luke, giggling while Luke was exasperated and trying to get him off as Mammon held onto him the way a brother would his brother. “Ya know, Fido *hic* yer my true brother, ya actually appreciate me an’ don’t berate me every chance ya get.” Reactions 2

Lucifer

Lucifer was quietly observing Mammon as he interacted with everyone

He did seem a lot happier, which was good

The Avatar of Pride has done a lot of self reflecting, staying mostly in his office, claiming he had so much paperwork to do

He realized just how much he fucked up his younger brother

But, he still had to think of how to admit it, he was the Avatar of Pride after all, no way he could just say it

He saw Mammon got drunk, feeling a bit disappointed in his brother

He sighs, but when he hears what he said to Luke, about that angel being his “true brother”

He was a bit taken aback by it

Did he really see Luke, an angel, as a true brother?

A drunk mind speaks a sober heart as they say..

He just sort of wished he saw him as a brother instead..

Leviathan

He wasn’t the best at parties, so he stayed in the corner with a game console

It happened to be near Mammon, but he’s been far too anxious to interact with his older brother

He was eavesdropping a bit, jealousy spiking wildly as he watched Luke and Mammon interact like brothers

What he heard from drunken Mammon had his jealousy spike through the roof

Luke?! He’s the true brother?!

Levi tried to look on the bright side, maybe he’s just delusional because he’s drunk!

..That wasn’t the case, was it?

Satan

He was making conversation with some party goers, multi-tasking on paying attention to them and paying attention on drunk Mammon

He was a bit resigned at his older brother drinking

What he said had him freeze up

Did he just say, albeit drunk, that Luke was his true brothers?

He never felt such rage and jealousy

Excusing himself, he goes to calm down in one of the bathroom to prevent something bad happening

The more he calmed down, the more he let those words sink in, and the more sad he felt

Satan stares at the mirror in front of him 

A moment later, he saw his knuckles red and the mirror having a huge crack in it

He slid down against the wall, feeling himself slip out of consciousness from the blood loss

..Worst. party. ever.

Asmodeus

He was being the life of the party, as he usually is during these

Asmo’s attention fell onto his drunk brother

He hums, considering going over, maybe it was a bit risky since they haven’t talked in a while, but he really just wanted to talk to his brother again

He strides over, just in time to overhear what Mammon said

Asmo stops in his tracks, confusion and sadness coming over him

Luke? A better brother than him? Than any of the brothers?

He didn’t believe it for one second!

Well.. Luke was never bullying Mammon, not like they have at least,

..Would Luke be a better brother than his actual brothers?

Beelzebub

He was consuming all the food at the tables,

Beel couldn’t help but worried for his drunk brother

What he heard, about Luke being Mammon’s true brother

It.. hurt him

He’s a family man, and he doesn’t want to lose any more siblings

He stopped eating and just looked at them, Mammon looked happy, even if he was drunk

He was happy to see his older brother happy

His attention is pulled away when there’s a scream, a party-goer yelling about someone in the bathroom, bleeding

He hasn’t seen Satan in a while

Oh no...

Belphegor

He’s besides Beel, half asleep

Belphie wasn’t even trying to be social

He also heard what Mammon was saying..

The sleepy sixth born put a mask of disinterest but Mammon saying Luke was his true brother broke him

The facade didn’t last too long, as tears started threatening to spill out

He wipes them away and went to find a comfortable sofa

Belphie was about to doze off until he heard the scream

Ugh.. What now?

#omswd #om! brothers #om! side characters #mammon centic #angst #purgatory hall

[obeymebutnotlikethat]

Debt is the Soul

The streets of the Devildom were hushed within twilight. A horrible time to prowl the streets even with the Kingdom's lights blinding one as stars in the nearly never changing sky. Unless you ranked in high order even then the street ratted Demon's drunk on Demonus would've swung. They couldn't respect new money even when it fell from the sky or that might be the magic potion tripping them onto cobble roads.

Still, new money and power didn't feel as unwelcomed with their company at the side. They'd kill anything that came their way and for once the gutter hogs stayed away. Although, they could almost collect the soul searching hunger presented with pride at their arrival. A human soul is a delicacy but a fallen angel an appetizer.

"Solomon can't keep an apprentice," a man smirked.

"That can't be true. Everyone talks about him so highly. Even the Barbatos seem to like him," another chorted.

"So, you do get sarcasm," the man paused with a laugh, "That's because he hasn't gotten them killed or enslaved."

"Wait, Mammon."

They grabbed his shoulder, forcing them to slow down. An unbridle feeling sat between them and he couldn't help but roll his eyes.

"You've lasted long than any of his did, MC. Bet our time together is the equivalent of three partnerships or two pacts. Which I say is a call for a celebration. For some fuck up like me to keep you alive but a gotta-collect-them-all-pact-er couldn't, funny."

There was nothing but self-deprecation in his tone. MC recognized the mocking and hardened tone that shatter like limestone on concrete. They couldn't help it when their hand found his causing him to meet their eyes.

"Three partnerships... We haven't known each other for long," they whispered.

"Powerful people move quick, well, once you can't give them anything else. Luckily, Lucifer doesn't hold us for that," Mammon's playfulness returned, "Think of it as a pet switch. Uh, Henry dies and instead of letting him summon Lotan we switch it out before he notices. Is that right?" He rubbed his neck in thought.

"Is this your way of saying we need to buy Levi a new goldfish? This is the reason you're risking my life?"

"Eh? Yes-no, we're going to a brewery."

"A brewery? I can't defend myself or you, Mammon. I have one shoe I'm willing to sacrifice," they huffed.

"It'll be fine," they caught his frown, "we're meeting a-uh friend. Yep, a friend."

They swore they caught sight of stress sweat rolling down his body.

"You're going to sell me, aren't you? That's why you said don't tell Lucifer."

They almost snickered at his stricken look. No matter what timeline, it seemed nothing changed. They were the same beings as before: stubborn bolts refusing to change course. The angel, Simeon, explained it was a fear of faltering. Of course, that was before the publicists and vanity spread like wildfires in the Devildom. Devilgram caught the sin tinting their wings an ugly coal. Such as the night of the resistance. Now it seemed a perception issue and fan base?

"They don't know, right? Then again they have to know cause we're here," they heaved through a snicker, "and we're going to separate."

"Stop talking nonsense. Half of them are too busy looking in a mirror or ignoring a dead lady in an alley. My plans don't involve you departing so keep a lid off whatever fleeing you dream about," Mammon curled his lip.

"Who is this friend, anyways? Is it a witch? Or is it Solomon?" They crossed their fingers, please don't be Solomon. Anything but his weird over excitement and wishes to feed them.

They cringed at the memory of Solomon literally trying to feed them his cooking skill gifted to him by Death. Hopefully, it was a witch.

"Are all you humans this annoying?" Mammon groaned.

"Says the guy trying to bed this annoying human," they shot back.

"Oi no-ah it's cute when you stop asking so many good questions," he muttered.

"This is so much different than the comic books," they sighed at the ground, "Or at least the Bl manga's."

Mammon knew MC would've fled if he told them. Considering, his reputation with such beings resided over his higher court status here. Course, he was indebt to some of them or cheated at poker or any card game. He couldn't help it if he needed the money and had no desire in letting others take it from him. It was his first! Just like MC and he wouldn't let anyone take them away. No, his eyes sharpened and his body pulsed with power, he wouldn't let anyone take them away. A grin twisted itself upon him,

"Weren't you saying something about a Bat guy or something that got his sidekicks killed off but kept reviving the guy who killed them? Think of this like that."

"That's an awful thing to tell such a fragile thing," a sultry voice floated through the air.

He narrowed his eyes towards at the newcomer and pulled MC into an embrace. Their bodies awkwardly holding each other as MC tried to lock eye contact with the guest. They were too cat for the curiosity and he was ready to pounce.

"Powers off," he snarled in warning.

"Powers off would equal death, Demon," a taunt followed.

"Thank God, it's not Solomon," MC could almost weep from joy.

"You're forty-five minutes late," the being sighed into a glass, "shouldn't have expected much from you. Not the most faithful out of the seven or worthwhile. Unless you're blessing me with your money."

He hated the jovial laughter ringing in his ears a sign of his losses. A fang flashed: he hated losing and they were celebrating and their fingers were twitching and...it hurt. He knew agony from the fall, from the punishments by Lucifer, and the beginning of his debt.

"Tsk. Once you let a dog off its leash it learns to disobey," the being shook a finger at them, "Not surprised the little tamer you have is useless. Perfect match. Shame I heard so much from the girls' about the praises the human acquired. Yet," they flickered their eyes to MC, "they can't even complete one little task."

"Well, you failed too..." MC chimed in annoyance.

Their eyes swept over Mammon whose body was taut with sweat and subtle twitches. This being couldn't be trying to cut them down when they apparently controlled him first. Though, their eyebrows scrunched together, it was a sentiment they wouldn't parade around after this long of an acquaintance. This wasn't like Solomon's defined weirdness.

"Little mouse has the misplaced bravery of a lion," the being cooed as it wrapped its talons around a bread loaf.

"No, it's not fair you're blaming me for something you failed to do. I haven't done anything and I'm not trying to. Your work, your problem, your fault." They nodded knowing they were going to die.

"We...we came here for the debt," Mammon croaked with a tightened hold on MC, "Not a fight."

"Terrible," it smirked.

Mammon lowered his eyes to MC's with a plead to be good. He would fight for them but his family's reputation couldn't be ruined like this. Couldn't be ruined because of a witch.

MC smiled knowing he was going to sell them.

Mammon offed a grin in response of their shared understanding that everything would be ok. That they would return home together.

#obey me #obey me shall we date #fanfics #fanfiction #fandom #mammon

[omegaobeyme]

Hiiiii, may I request some headcanons of Lucifer, Barbatos and Solomon (separately) helping Omega Mc with their heat??? ❤️

A/N: Of course you may! Apologies for taking so long, but thank you for being my first official ask! Also, I decided to turn this into more of a prompt/reaction, I hope that's okay. Lucifer, Barbatos, and Solomon's reaction to Omega!MC asking them to help with their heat Lucifer - As the pack leader, it was only natural that you would come to him. - He wasn't shocked, he could smell the change of your scent shifting - Acted more irritable towards the brothers, even Beel. - "I've let Diavolo know, he has prepared a safe house in his care." - Oh. You wanted to stay here. In the house of lamentation. Home to 7 demon "alphas" - As much as it was a pride boost hearing you say you wanted to spend it with him, he knew it would be a pain dealing with his brothers. - Compromises; takes you to the safe house and clears both your schedules for the next 2 weeks. - In private, he is an attentive Alpha. - Will have everything you could ever need in advance - Chocolate? Okay, Dark or White? NSFW - As much as he has self control, no alpha can truly ignore an omega in peak heat. One day, he walks into the safe house to find you touching yourself, baring neck to show submission. The smell is suffocating him. You spread your legs, revealing your slick oozing from the source. "Who said you get to touch yourself?" He growls, fangs bearing, to which you whimper submissively. Lucifer shuts your legs and pins your hands over the head, bounding your wrists together at the headboard with rope. Taking his finger to rub up against your heat, he gathers your slick, as his other hand's thumb rubs upon your lower lip. You allow his thumb to enter, ultimately opening your mouth wider, gathering saliva upon your tongue. Lucifer uses this to enter your mouth with his lubricated fingers, eyes glazed over as he talks down to you. "Suck it." You do as your alpha tells, saliva seeping from your suctioned mouth in desperation. His bulge takes shape in his free hand, freeing himself from his pants, practically ripping yours off following his own. "Good omega, open." Opening your mouth, saliva mixed with slick hopelessly attempted to maintain their connection between his fingers and your mouth. Little did you know this was far from over... Barbatos - Expected it. - Not because of his pride, but because he saw it when looking for information for Diavolo. - Went to Diavolo to devise a plan - Then you came to Diavolo's castle, whimpering - He foresaw you coming to him before..not in this state - Your scent was overbearing, clouding any alphas good judgment - When he saw you at the door, his primal instincts kicked in - Takes you to his nest, locking the door both physically and magically. NSFW You wanted him. You wanted him more than you ever had. It was hard to see, eyes watering from his oncoming rut. Barbatos dragged you up to his nest, pushing you down upon the bed. He would protect this space before he could do anything with you, securing his omega's safety. As he walked over, he stumbled like a drunken man, high off pheromones. You whined when he wasn't taking fast enough. "No need to whine, omega..I'm right here." His smile was dominating, just like his lips over your scent gland. Tongue barbed like a cat, digging down into your neck. You couldn't help but feel the alpha's bulge, twitching underneath his pants as it grazed across your sex. Both of your hips grinded in a desperate attempt to merge your bodies, wetting your garments with slick. That's when Diavolo returned home. The mixed scent of rut and heat hit his nose, and he had to do something. In his feral state he barged down the door, overpowering the alpha's magical seal, and pouncing on Barbatos... Solomon - Smiles - Cocky motherfucker - "Of course, M/C, I'd be happy to help my fellow human colleague." - Takes the time to tell ask Diavolo for a week off to spend time with you in the human world. - Secretly watches out for you until your heat comes, fucking with any alpha who attempts to court you pre-heat - If an alpha does try too hard in the moment, he

will walk up to you, wrap his arm around your waist, and ask if there's a problem ~ all with his sneaky smile - Will begin to mark you in his scent from then on - When the time comes, he'll teleport the two of you to his human manor, where Asmodeus had taken the liberty to lay rose petals upon the bed - V sadistic in bed - Out of bed, Solomon does his best to take care of your body and mental wellness..even if he is a dick here and there NSFW Solomon draws the curtains open, revealing lush mountains. You both knew your heat would occur today, having left last night to enjoy yourselves, but this was not the time for Solomon to prepare! You woke up early in the morning to find slick pooled underneath your ass, and heat gathered between your thighs. So why was your white haired companion taking his sweet time preparing a variety of mundane tasks? He watched your body twitch with delight, a hand upon his chin, and a smile painted on. "Solomon? are you finished?" You wince at the pleasure building, "I can be." his gaze shifts, picking up a tray of toys and setting it on the bed-stand beside you. Eyes suddenly meet his as he lifts your chin towards him, and you can't help but notice the glaze in his eyes. Solomon's lips meet yours, tongue intruding your mouth. Once you try to gasp for breath, Solomon pushes further inside, and you notice the feeling of his fingers upon your opening, barging in. Every thrust opens you further, causing you to arch your back. Drool begins to pile down his chin, and you begin to rely on his breath to meet your own oxygen demands. He growls as you instinctively pull away, deciding to give you momentary relief. However, this didn't last long, as he ties your hands behind your back, spreads your legs, and continues his work in front of his eyes. Hips buck into his mouth, attempting to find a climax. "Hmm, it won't be that easy, you know.." he stops, pulling away from your body as your breath hitches, beginning to cum. As it turns out, it would take a lot more than a kiss to satisfy his demands..

#obey me mc #obey me omegaverse #obey me #obey me lucifer #obey me swd #obey me asks #obey me solomon #obey me barbatos #Obey me a/b/o

[bepp-ers]

“Ok. So ive read fanfics and headcanons of yandere!Diavolo basically getting with MC to annoy or make Lucifer jealous. What if MC feels like Diavolo is doing this and try to say no whenever Dia tries to ask them out? Hes the the future king and rarely gets told no. I feel like he wouldnt accept MC's refusal.”

Yandere!Diavolo x MC. Thanks beautiful anon for requesting. And it ended up being gender neutral because it just did. Also ever so slight Barbatos x Reader too bc i errr simp-- Enjoy lovelies! <3

TW: Kidnapping, warnings of physical abuse, deceit, emotional manipulation, Diavolo being a bitch

“Are you afraid?”

You were seriously annoyed. Living in the Devildom, fun right? 

Apparently not with the Prince around. Diavolo was nice, you supposed but very much arrogant. 

So here you were, faced with yet another proposition. 

“Look, Diavolo you’re nice but once again it’s got to be a no. Please understand that, I mean no disrespect.” You were a bit nervous, the way his eyes narrowed and his smug smile widened.

“Of course. But one day maybe you will give me a chance.” You forced a smile and turned to leave, wanting to return back to the house of lamentation.

- 

“Oooh, MC you’re in a bad mood! What’s wrong?” As you walked into the kitchen to grab a drink, you heard Asmo quip at you.

“Nothing, nothing, I’m just tired...” You leant on the counter and sighed. “Come now, we both know it’s something more than that. You can tell me!”

“Fine, it’s Diavolo again.” “Eh? Again?” “Yep. He keeps asking me to be with him, and I’m almost certain it’s to make Lucifer jealous.” 

Asmo tapped his chin in thought. “Hm, well that is a problem. I can’t help you, although you’re super lucky to have the future King after you. Maybe Lucifer can help?”

You blinked. “Hey that’s not a bad idea. Thanks Asmo!”

You hopped down from the counter and left, to hopefully find some help on the situation.

-

Knock knock!

“Enter.” You quietly stepped into Lucifer’s study, where he was doing goodness knows what.

“Ah, MC. Need something?” You sank into one of the chairs and sighed. “I need you to talk to Diavolo for me.”

The scratching of the pen stopped at once and Lucifer fixed you with a look. “Pardon?”

“I meant what I said. I have utmost respect for Diavolo, but at the moment he seems... He won’t take my ‘no’ for an answer in being his partner. And he won’t listen to me, so I was hoping you could talk to him?”

Lucifer paused for a moment, taking in the information. 

“I see. So, you want me to discuss with Diavolo why you don’t wish to be his partner?” “Please.” “Very well. Next week’s student council meeting will--”

“I need you to do it as soon as you can.” Lucifer gave you a small smile. “MC, I appreciate the concern but I can assure you Diavolo means no harm. He is simply not used to being refused something.”

You stood up, and shook your head. “You don’t understand... Nevermind, it doesn’t matter.” 

With that, you left.

After closing the door in annoyance, you groaned, heading back to your room. It was unfair! No one saw the urgency of the situation!

‘Who else can I talk to...? Lucifer will only talk to him next week, and I don’t think any of the brothers would want to talk to him...’

An idea popped into your head, and you grabbed your D.D.D.

Scrolling through your contacts you clicked on a fairly unused one. 

Riiing... Riiing.... Click!

“MC. What a pleasant call.” 

“Hey, Barbatos. Listen, I need to talk to you about something, but I’d prefer to do it in person.” “That is completely fine. Would you like to come over tomorrow?”

You sighed in some relief. “Yeah, yeah that’s brilliant. Thanks.” “It’s no problem. I’ll escort you, if you’d like.” “Mm, thanks Barbatos. See you tomorrow.”

You hung up and grinned. Why hadn’t you thought of that before? Barbatos could help for sure... right?

-

In the morning, at breakfast you informed the brothers of where you’d be going.

“So what are you doing today, MC? You could come with me to Devil’s Kitchen-” “Or you could come buy a matching outfit with me for Devilgram!” “Yeah, or they could stay in and play the new game with me? Only if they wanted, of course-!”

You chuckled at the brothers bickering. “Actually I’m going out today, so I can’t join any of you.”

“Oh? And where are you going?” “To spend some time with Barbatos actually.” “Huh?! Why are you hanging out with that butler?” “Mammon, jealousy isn’t a good look for you.”

“I just thought I would, because I don’t spend much time with him. He’s picking me up soon.” “Oh! Is MC going on a date?” “I very much doubt that, Asmo.”

You gave Asmo a side glare and stood up from the table. “I just want to talk to him, that’s all. I’ve gotta get ready, catch you later.”

-

“Alright, see you guys later! If I’m not back by this evening assume I’m dead. See you!” You stepped out of the building with Barbatos and he gave you that oh-so-polite smile of his.

“MC, you look nice. So what is you wished to discuss?” With one graceful flick of his hand, Barbatos had both of you transported to the Demon Lord’s castle.

It wasn’t the first place you’d wanted to go to, but if the time was spent with Barbatos on his own then it would be fine.

“Well, actually it’s about Diavolo- No, before you say I don’t want to talk to him about this. Believe me, I’ve tried.” You leant back into 

Barbatos pursed his lips and glanced to the side. “I believe I know what this is about. Excuse my manners, I haven’t offered you anything. Some tea?” 

“Oh, thanks.” He nodded courteously and stood up, leaving for a moment.

You glanced around, taking in the grand carvings in the gold ceilings, and how everything from the paintings to the threads of the cushion you were leaning on had some air of royalty to them.

“Here you are MC. I hope it is to your liking?” “Mm.” “Wonderful. Now, about your concerns. This is about My Lord’s... advances, isn’t it?”

You nodded, and sipped your cup of hot tea.

“No need to say anything, I completely understand. My Lord is a wonderful demon, he’s just new to this kind of thing. But I understand why you are uncomfortable, and I will talk to him about it, if you’d like?”

“You will?” “Of course, I’d be more than happy to oblige. MC, are you feeling well? You look a little pale.” He suddenly commented, and you noticed a strange feeling in your temple.

“Ah- now that you mention it, I feel kind of... tired... Wait- Barbatos what’s in this tea...?” You trailed off, your delicate cup clattering to the ground.

“I’m so sorry, MC. Out of all the futures I’ve seen, yours was one of the brightest until you came here... I truly am sorry.” Remorse welled in his teal eyes and you slipped forwards, sleep overtaking you.

Gloved hands caught you swiftly, but you didn’t know what happened after that. You could only imagine Barbatos carrying you to the grand room, removing your D.D.D from your possession and glacing wistfully back at you as he locked the door.

-

“Ahh, you’re finally awake! It’s so lovely to see your bright eyes again.” ‘That voice, it can’t be...’

Your worst fears had come true. Here you were, just woken up in the lap of the demon Prince himself. ‘Angels save me...’

“What... Diavolo..?” “Yours truly. How do you feel, darling? Terribly sorry about getting you here, Barbatos was rather reluctant about the whole plan but seeing the future is such a nifty trick, eh?”

You scrambled out of his loose grip and hunched up to the head board, golden like everything else in this fucking castle.

“You- he- He tricked me! Let me go, you can’t keep me here!” “I think you’ll find I can, being the future King and all. Come now, what’s with that expression?”

You glared at him, eyes fixated on sending a look of pure hatred. “You’re a monster. I told you I didn’t want you. You can’t just kidnap someone if they don’t requite your feelings!”

“Can’t I? You don’t seem to be correct, this time.” “You bastard!” You cried, and jumped off the bed, sprinting towards the door. 

Of course it was locked, but that wouldn’t stop you from banging on it and screaming. “Barbatos, Barbatos please help me!”

“I’m afraid that won’t help you, MC. Barbatos is my servant after all, and a servant cannot disobey his master. As for you...”

You heard him stride across the room, and you turned to face him- only to wish you hadn’t.

“Are you afraid, MC?”

Diavolo’s usually wide smile had been replaced by a sinister grin, and he had changed into his demon form- a truly terrifying sight to behold.

“Not going to answer me? That’s okay, I don’t need you to.” You pressed yourself against the door, ready for some kind of agony, but it never came.

Instead, he picked you up and sat back on the bed, nestling you on his lap once more.

“I must say, it’s better when you don’t fight back.” You couldn’t move. You were genuinely paralysed. 

All you could do was whatever he wanted, evidently. 

“What... did you do to me...?!” “What an accusation, MC. I simply made the situation more enjoyable, wouldn’t you say?”

“The brothers will find me... The angels will find me too... You won’t get away with this..!” You hissed as he pressed gentle kisses to your neck, content.

“I wouldn’t be so sure about that. After all, they’ll be too sad to find that you left them, without even saying goodbye.”

“W-what?! I would never.... You cruel bastard!” Your eyes welled with tears, and he carefully wiped them away with his thumb.

“It’s okay, it’s okay. You have me, right darling?” “I don’t want you!” “We’ll have to work on that, but that’s okay... but that’s okay, if it’s for you!”

“Don’t... don’t touch me.” He sighed, pulling you closer to his chest and ran his hand through your hair.

“I suppose if you keep denying me, there will be consequences, but I’m sure you’ll be a good little human and keep quiet, right?”

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haha this was long. and i may or may not be working on yandere! simeon and solomon right now so uhhhh shhh. i’m not a huge fan of Diavolo but the dynamic is fun. see you soon lovelies <3 

-Bepp

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The Obey Me Cast on a Camping Trip (Part Two: The Undateables)

This post is split in two due to length (I had too much fun again…) For the Brothers, please click HERE!

Intro:

Another day, another team building activity between the demons and the exchange students. It was Diavolo’s idea to go on a camping trip to the human world (because of course it was), and there were very… mixed responses. That sentiment wasn’t helped when he refused Lucifer’s insistent pleas to just purchase cabins for everyone to stay in. Oh no, the Demon Lord wanted to rough it out in the wilderness, and now everyone else was getting dragged along with him…

Wonder how that turned out?

Diavolo

He was soooo excited to get to experience camping! He had been asking the MC about human camping trips for about a week before making the announcement and he was pumped!!

Barbatos chauffeured him to the campsite in his own car (of course) but he insisted on taking every roadside, touristy stop they came across which doubled the drive time considerably…

He wanted to help everybody set up the camp but Barbatos and Lucifer were having none of it… So he took pictures and offered moral support instead! Good work everyone! 😁

He had his own tent about the size of a small house (ngl it took Barbs and Lucifer about a half hour to set the whole thing up). Barbs even somehow managed to pack a collapsible desk in there for him so he could still work… greeeat…. 🙄

Diavolo wanted to try everything. Literally everything. The man even traded his uniform out for full on outdoors gear, right down to one of those floppy fishing hats with the tackle stuck to it.

Politely insistently asks that Lucifer does things with him. The MC could come along as well (and in many cases Luci begs them to do so) but he wants to get some bonding time in with his best friend!

Unfortunately for Lucifer, Diavolo would get sidetracked quite a lot… Which is how he ended up having to physically steer his Lord out of harm's way more than once…

At one point while hiking, Diavolo was so distracted by taking pictures that he nearly walked right into the path of a passing bear and her cubs. Lucifer had to tackle him down into some bushes until they went away... His brothers teased him mercilessly when they heard about...

Dia also loved the camping food quite a bit. He's never gotten the chance to cook his own food before, even if it's just marshmallows over a fire, so it was all a brand new experience for him! S'mores are now declared a human world delicacy.

Man had the time of his life! He'd love to do it again, hell, maybe even make it a yearly event! (Few of the brothers share his sentiment, but hey, it pays to be King 😏)

Barbatos

If his Lord orders it, then he follows. He'll just have to double check that everyone is prepared for the occasion…

Drove Diavolo there with the patience of a saint (while also, like, being the exact opposite of that). Had it been anyone else in the car, they might have told him, "No, we can't stop for pictures of every moose you see," but Barbs is as accommodating as he is loyal.

It was pretty much all on his shoulders to direct the others when setting up camp. Lucifer would claim it was his, but let’s be completely honest here, Lucifer can't order Barbs to do shit. 

Naturally, he had his own tent close to his Lord, more modest in comparison, but big enough to hold a majority of the belongings and gear Diavolo had requested.

He also managed to bring a almost fully functioning kitchen setup for him using magic, minus a working oven by Diavolo's instruction. If he wanted a heat source, he had to use the campfire and he found the challenge intriguing…

For once in his extended life, Barbs had to do some trial and error in the kitchen. As it would turn out, fireside cooking can be a little difficult to master, but by the end of the trip he could still somehow dish out four course meals without so much as a sweat (according to the MC the secret was tinfoil and cast-iron cookware… who knew?)

When he isn’t prepping their next meal (which let’s be honest, with Beel on the trip that’s a constant activity) he’s guarding the food from Beel and Solomon…

The sorcerer wanted to help, but Barbs has already learned the hard way that if he so much as pokes a dish its flavor is ruined… It’s enough to make him wonder if it was a curse laid on him at some point…

Watching Barbatos deny Solomon becomes a pretty funny routine in and of itself. He’s not above just smacking the man’s hand away with a wooden spoon if it gets too close. Barbs doesn’t play in his kitchen. Back off. 😠

Barbatos is happy with the trip so long as the young Lord enjoyed himself. If that’s the case, and it was, then he’d happily do it again if asked… not that he’d have much of a choice anyway.

Simeon

Simeon was familiar with the concept of camping, he’d written about it in his stories, but he’d never actually done it himself… He had hoped it'd be an interesting experience! And uh… it was that from the very start… 

Purgatory Hall got its own car and Solomon was put in charge of driving… But no one mentioned that he drives like a complete maniac. Speed limits, stoplights, even the ROAD ITSELF be damned. Solomon drives in a straight line from point A to point B and if there’s anything in the way he’ll just use magic to get around it…

It’s safe to say that by the time he and the others got to the campsite (which was significantly quicker than the rest) the angels weren’t in the emotional state to pitch tents… He and Luke just waited for the others to catch up while praying and praising the solid ground beneath their feet…

He shared his tent with Luke and didn’t mind at all. It was probably for the best anyway because the little angel was scared of human world predators like bears and wolves coming for him in the night… Poor boy…

Simeon took to hiking quite a bit. Going out and exploring the area around the campsite made him feel invigorated! The forests were beautiful and it gave him ideas for a bit of a guilty pleasure he's been debating on writing, "The Tale of the Lonely Prince." 🤭

It was on one of those trips that Simeon discovered human world creatures love him. Pretty much all of the wildlife gravitates towards him like he's a Disney Princess.

At one point he came back to camp riding on a moose with birds chirping on his new friend's antlers. He offered to take the MC out for a ride, but the brothers threw a fit about it…

He WAS able to get a couple more wrangled for Diavolo, who naturally dragged Lucifer along (though he clearly didn't want to touch the thing). 

The three ended up getting into a mooseback race because Diavolo wouldn't let Lucifer take the lead. He was glad to see Luci enjoy himself for a change! (It helped a lot that he won of course 🙄😏)

All and all, Simeon had a great time. Maybe he should ask the MC to show him more human places… But he's never getting in a car again. Pardon his language, but fuck those things!!!

Luke

He doesn't know what's worse… being out in the middle of nowhere with a bunch of demons or the absolute insanity that was the "drive" down… 😣

He spent the entirety of Solomon's Magical Ride of Nightmares clinging to Simeon or the armrests for dear life. He swore his entire life flashed before his eyes, can angels even have heart attacks???

Stayed right next to Simeon when they finally pulled themselves together enough to leave the car. He was so happy that Michael didn't see any of that… Who knew human transportation was so horrifying…???

His saving grace (literally) was getting to share his tent with Simeon… After Solomon told him that bears sometimes get curious and ransacked campsites, he clung onto the older angel like a protective charm.

...Whiiiich he wasn't too off about actually after he saw Simeon playing (yes PLAYING) with the human wildlife… Simeon had to introduce him to some of the nicer animals for him to eventually get over his fear and venture out past the campsite.

Luke loved to swim in the lake or river with MC and the others. The MC found a sturdy branch where they set up a rope swing and the little guy amused himself for hours!

Sometimes he'd watch Barbatos prep and cook using the campfire… He didn't even know you could make lasagna in a Dutch oven…

At one point the MC convinced him to go with them and the twins on a particularly long hike…

He got tired halfway through and Beel offered him a piggyback ride, but of course he'd NEVER let himself be that close to a demon!! (Just kidding, poor boy was so tired he climbed onto Beel's back and held on the a kola until they got back. Then he jumped off to save face)

He had a better time than he thought he would, but still doesn't want to go camping with demons ever again. (He and Simeon also begged Lucifer to drive them back instead of Solomon so the brothers' van was pretty much a clown car on the return trip).

Solomon

Solomon hasn't been camping (for enjoyment) in quite a while, so when the prospect came up to do it with the MC and the other students he was intrigued...

When Simeon asked he knew how to drive, he said yes. He knows how to start a car, put it into motion, steer, and then come to a stop. That's all driving is really. 🤷‍♀️ You can't blame him for not memorizing all the rules, he's been traveling by portal for decades!

Was pretty confused why his angel friends fled the car so quickly... He got them there in one piece, after all. 😕🤷‍♀️ He put up their tents himself since they were too busy thanking their father then made a magic barrier around the site for protection purposes.

He and the MC both have their own tents, of course his is enchanted to be a lot bigger on the inside than it is on the outside, but he's only let the MC in on that little secret in case they want to visit… 😏

When everyone else finally arrived, Solomon was happy to help the MC introduce the wonders of the human wilderness to their companions! Including the breathtaking vistas, beautiful flora, bitter temperatures, man-eating predators, waters filled with disease… Hm? Oh, Luke won't leave the tent now…? Whoopsie.

Solomon kept himself occupied on the trip the best way he knew how… relentless trolling (particularly of Asmo and Barbs because they're used to his shit).

He'd alternate between poking fun at Asmo for the almost ritual length routines he was going through to try and save his looks to genuinely trying to encourage him and downplay the severity of the downgrade...

Meanwhile he was bound and determined to serve at least one of his own dishes during the trip (but Barbatos had banned him from the "kitchen," the food tent, and even the spoons...)

Diavolo, nice guy that he is, eventually made Barbs relent and let Solomon cook for ONE night… It went as well as to be expected. (They sent Solomon to grab more supplies then everybody took turns washing their mouths out with lake water... Diavolo apologized profusely, he had no idea...).

Solomon was confused why the angels would rather squeeze themselves in with the brothers than ride with him back but he wasn’t upset about it. That meant he could make a few extra stops without anyone complaining! He knows a guy in New Orleans he’s been meaning to see again… Luke and Simeon can wait a little for their stuff, right?

Click HERE for Part One. Check out my Masterlist for more!

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[ohmyasmodeus]

𝘧𝘪𝘳𝘴𝘵 𝘬𝘪𝘴𝘴𝘦𝘴 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘢𝘣𝘭𝘦𝘴 ✧

as requested, a follow up to your first kisses with the demon brothers ! thank you so much, i’m glad to hear you enjoyed them sweetheart. i hope you enjoy these too ♡ baby luke gets a boop on the nose and a kiss on the cheek and nothing more !

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* 　　 *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

♡ 𝙙𝙞𝙖𝙫𝙤𝙡𝙤

✧   Your first kiss with Diavolo is a thousand things— the rush of excitement, the tenderness of understanding, the feeling of the wind running through your hair and all-consuming passion. Your first kiss with Diavolo makes you feel like you belong.

✧   Receiving attention from the ruler of hell himself felt completely unreal. Have you been that exceptional of a student? It constantly begs the question of what you had done to warrant such attention, not to mention the way Diavolo looks at you, striking eyes so full of want. Your meetings with him are often that of pure chance, or formal meetings to discuss your academic performance, but they are quick to become much less formal.

✧   The startling realisation that Diavolo cares for you more than he should for a mere student comes in the form of him consoling you; his amber eyes gaze at you so honestly, and he rests a gentle hand on your shoulder.

“I know he can be frustrating, but Lucifer means well, ______. I know it’s been hard to adjust to life here, but you’ve been doing so good!” Diavolo laughs, boisterous as ever. It manages to make the corners of your lips tilt upwards in slight amusement. The pressure on your chests eases slightly with his presence and the arm he wraps around your shoulder. “Really! You manage to wrangle those seven brothers better than anyone has before! I’ll talk to him, get him to ease up on you a bit. How does that sound?”

“Thanks,” you give him a smile, resting your head on his shoulder. The Devildom sprawls out in front of you as your gaze wanders past the balcony railing, and you find yourself breathing in the fresh air, thinking about how the moment feels so perfect. Diavolo by your side, his kingdom below you… “But being around you makes me feel better already. I just wish you weren’t so busy.”

Diavolo grins like a kid in a candy store. “Oh? You want to spend even more time with me?”

“Duh.”

“Wow, I don’t think anyone’s ever said that to me before!” Diavolo gives you an affectionate squeeze with his arm. Breathlessly, you laugh, sure that if he had a tail it would be wagging hard. The way he looks at you is so full of life, so excited. You’re a breath of fresh air in the burdensome life of a prince. “I should be the one thanking you for letting me in, I love spending time with you too. Everyone walks on eggshells around me, but you… You’re special. Thank you.”

Maybe it’s the Devildom air getting to you, or maybe it’s the way Diavolo’s closeness is almost intoxicating, but the way he looks at you makes your heart race like nothing before. Instead if shying away, you find a little bit of boldness you never thought you had— the boldness to tiptoe and press your lips against his. Immediately, you feel his large hands on your waist, hoisting you up and making you instinctively wrap your legs around his waist to avoid a fall. He laughs when you pull away, his cheeks faintly flushed.

“You really are a special human! My favourite human!” Diavolo holds you close in delight and brings you into kiss after kiss. The moonlight illuminates the both of you as he sways you around on the balcony, and you know that this is exactly where you have always been meant to be.

♡ 𝙨𝙤𝙡𝙤𝙢𝙤𝙣

✧   Your first kiss with Solomon feels like a long fought for victory.

✧   What a tease. Solomon likes teasing you way too much, especially when he suspects that you might have feelings for him. He isn’t mean per se— he just has fun giving you mixed signals and letting you try to decipher the mystery that he is. He really is fond of you though, and can’t help but be more genuine when you two are alone together.

✧   It’s all too easy to get distracted when you were alone with him too, not just by the smell of his cologne or the way his knowing gaze summoned butterflies in your tummy, but by how he was the best person to talk shit with.

“—and they act like they know everything about you! They’re all so smug too, invading my privacy just because they’re bored!” You huff as you lean your cheek into the palm of your hand, watching Solomon flip through your textbooks. He smiles idly as he listens to you chatter away. “I can’t imagine what it’s like having a pact with almost a hundred of them.”

Solomon just laughs as he closes a textbook and bops you on the head with it. “Maybe you’d have an idea if you did your school work like you told me you wanted my help with.”

“Ugh, I don’t want to. I don’t want to do anything right now.” The warmth of the sorcerer envelopes you as you scoot closer to him and lean your head on his shoulder. You hear him chuckle as he runs a gentle hand through your hair. All you want to do in this moment is enjoy being with him, instead of wasting your time and attention on schoolwork you honestly couldn’t care less about.

“Not even me?”

When you lift your head to make your snarky retort, you’re faced with Solomon smirking as if he’d  just issued you a challenge, lips too close to yours to be unintentional. And you’re never one to turn down a good challenge. Maybe it’s predictable of you, but you can’t care less as you chase his lips and firmly press yours against his.

Solomon’s smirk is mirrored on your lips when you pull away, wrapping your arms around the back of his neck. “Asmo is a terrible influence on you. That was so fucking cheesy.”

♡ 𝙨𝙞𝙢𝙚𝙤𝙣

✧   First kisses, first loves, you have many firsts with Simeon. Your first kiss with him is nothing short of divine.

✧   The both of you connect on so many levels, more than you would’ve ever expected from someone from the Celestial Realm. It’s almost as if Simeon just knows you and has for centuries, and the spark between you is immeasurable in its brightness and intensity. You feel it like it’s the first time every time Simeon touches your arm gently, or guides your hand to draw a rune correctly, or tucks a lock of hair behind your ear.

✧   “What are you going to do when you get home?” Simeon asks, taking off his gloves. You lie on his bed lazily and glance up from your D.D.D. to look at him, which he smiles at. (It had taken a surprisingly long time to be invited into his dorm room, and you guess that it likely has to do with the implications of spending time alone, completely unsupervised, nobody but each other… Or maybe that was just you talking.)

“Ew, are you already thinking about getting rid of me?” You laugh, letting your legs sway in the air. “Maybe I’ll pray to God and ask him to make you my guardian angel. Then you’ll never be able to get away from me!”

Simeon laughs, chime-like in the comfortable silence of his room. “I wouldn’t dream of it, ______. I was simply asking.” He shrugs off his cloak and hangs it up properly, before rolling onto the bed beside you and leaning his chin on your shoulder. “It’s good to know that I’ll be missed.”

You don’t like thinking about it. The dread fills you at the simple mention of leaving, of not having Simeon close. Will you even get the chance to tell him how you feel about him?

“Yeah… I guess I just…” An ache clutches at your heart, making your hands tremble slightly. “I don’t want to be without you. I don’t like thinking about it.”

“Oh, my sweet little lamb, you’ll always have me... My heart belongs to you.” Simeon sighs gently. You feel his soft breath ghost across your skin, before he uses his gentle fingers to lift your chin to face him. His gentle smile calms your heart instantly, and you lean in without a second thought. Simeon does too, closing his eyes as he feels your soft lips against his. It feels like an eternity with him— an endless moment that you could stay in forever. “I’m never letting you go.”

♡ 𝙗𝙖𝙧𝙗𝙖𝙩𝙤𝙨

✧   Your first kiss with Barbatos feels like finally reaching home after a long journey.

✧   Every aspect of your relationship with Barbatos seems to come as a surprise. It seems simply impossible to guess the next moves he would make, and though you didn’t expect yourself to gain an interest like this in any of the demons, Barbatos leaves you wondering about him deep into the night. It’s frustrating at times.

✧   One of the only times you get to spend time with Barbatos is late at night, once his duties for the day are finished. You watch him finish organising stacks of paperwork on Diavolo’s desk and cross your arms.

“You know you aren’t meant to be here.” Barbatos doesn’t look up to acknowledge you, but you hear the smile in his voice.

“You’ll get me out of trouble anyway,” you say confidently. “Are you still busy?”

“Maybe you should’ve texted me first, then maybe you would know.”

His sharp sense of humour has always made you laugh, especially when used on the more dense people around you, but this time it makes you sigh. All you wanted to do was spend some time with him after being apart for a while, but the way he responded makes you feel a little foolish for it. “Alright. Have fun doing whatever.”

That’s what you hate about him. You hate how opaque he always is, how you can never know if he wants to spend time with you or if he’s ditching you on purpose, and how you can never tell if he feels the way that you do. Maybe it’s best to just go back and lick your wounds.

You turn away, but before you can begin walking, you feel gentle hands on your hips and an almost teasing chuckle. Barbatos kisses your head and quietly says, “You’re cute when you get mad. It’s clear that I haven’t been spending enough time with you, and I’m sorry, ______. Let me make it up to you?”

“Bring me to Hell’s Kitchen or I’ll still be mad.”

“Anything for you.” Barbatos’ voice is a soft mutter as he uses his hands to gently turn you to face him. The kiss he gives you comes as both a surprise and something expected, and it makes you softly wrap your arms around the back of his neck, smiling as you let your eyes close. Finally being able to kiss him feels like breathing a sigh of relief. This is home.

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* 　　 *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

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[absolutepokemontrash]

The undatables as uncles need more love, so... What if L!MC and the rest of the children just go to the castle or purgatory Hall for a few days because the Bros got tired or just need a day of rest. Idk this makes no sense

Yes, more uncle shennaniganery!

A Day at the Demon Lord’s Castle

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It was Demon-Flu season, and no demon in the House of Lamentation was spared from its sniffly wrath. It started with Belphegor waking up and sneezing right next to Beel, and it was all downhill from there.

Notice how I said “demon”, the dear little Half-Demons were all fine thanks to the efforts of M!MC who for some reason had bought a bunch of plague doctor masks the week prior.

“Why... why did you buy these?” L!MC asked, their voice muffled by the badly fitting mask.

“I saw em’ in a store window and I decided I wanted them.”

Three out of four of the Brat Brigade (plus the cat) were on their way to the Demon Lord’s castle to stay until the house’s little epidemic passed. Lord Diavolo had oh so graciously asked (begged) to be allowed to host the kids for a while.

What could go wrong?

Many things could go wrong.

For one, the first thing A!MC saw when they first arrived, was a rat. Not one of the gross scary ones, but one of the absolutely adorable ones that turns you into the ‘gently holds’ meme.

“I’m going to call you Templeton!” “*squeak*” “Yay!”

Barbatos of course came to greet the guests, and explained that they have a little... issue with rats at that moment. Butler-dad assured them it wouldn’t be a problem, just if the children saw any of the vermin running around to tell him and he’d dispose of them.

Templeton the rat was promptly hidden in one of A!MC’s pockets.

The Purgatory Hall crew was there as well, apparently Solomon decided to make brunch and Purgatory Hall’s kitchen exploded.

Lord Diavolo finally makes his entrance and declares that everyone should unpack and relax, his gorgeous/terrifying castle was their gorgeous/terrifying castle.

“So,” L!MC rested their head on their hand and rotated the knight in their free hand as they stared half vacantly at the chess board. “Did you take care of the snake in the labyrinth, Dia?”

Diavolo lit up when he heard his seldom used nickname. “Well, Henry 1.0 isn’t exactly bothering anyone down there at the moment, and I don’t think Levi is equipped to deal with a fifty foot long untamed snake.”

L!MC smirked and placed their knight down. “Yeah, at least not right now.”

The moment L!MC removed their hand from the knight, Diavolo moved his bishop and took their queen. Shit.

“Aw man...” L!MC mumbled, after a cursory look at the board, the poor thing realized that they had been screwed for the last five turns and Diavolo was just prolonging the match.

“Don’t feel too bad, L!MC.” Diavolo gave them a pat on the head. “Lucifer can’t beat me in chess either.”

“Hmph.” They wouldn’t admit it but... that did make them feel a little better.

“That reminds me, I have a favour to ask of you.” L!MC almost outwardly drooped at the mention of... ugh... a task. “Do you mind reviewing some dad-jokes with me to make sure they are suitably dad-like?”

“...what?” Quickly remembering they were in the presence of honest to God (poor choice of words... uh... Grandfather?) royalty, L!MC straightened their posture and tried their best to look respectfully curious instead of completely and utterly confused. “Pardon?”

“M!MC and several others have said I have ‘dad vibes’, so I’m leaning into it!” Diavolo smiled so brightly if L!MC hadn’t been the child of the Morning Star they may have been blinded. “My father wasn’t one for jokes, so I’d like to run these by you before I say them to others.”

Suppressing a snort of laughter, L!MC nodded. “Go for it, I’m all ears.”

Diavolo pulled out quite the long list and began to read out loud... L!MC quickly realized that this may take longer than expected. “Okay, to begin: I’m afraid for the calendar, it’s days are numbered.”

“Oh not-that-good-Lord...” L!MC muttered under their breath.

The dad jokes continued, some were funny, some were absolutely awful, some sounded like they were made for children in the Victorian era... overall, it was a good- holy shit that took over two hours...

“Finally,” Diavolo squinted at the last joke. “I went to the liquor store and they asked for my ID, while I fumbled for my wallet, my Blockbuster card fell out, the cashier said ‘nevermind’.”

L!MC furrowed their brows. “What’s a Blockbuster?”

“That was what I was hoping you’d explain to me... is it a dad requirement to get a card for that establishment..?”

“Mmmm...” L!MC pursed their lips. “Probably not. I mean, Lucifer doesn’t have one.”

“That’s true...” Diavolo looked at the clock, then stood up and began to shoo L!MC out the door. “Look at me, taking up all your time that you should be spending with your friends. Thank you for your help, L!MC, now don’t let me keep you any longer!”

Giggling slightly, L!MC shot a wave over their shoulder as they left the room. “Bye dad! See you later!”

They were half way down the hallway when they realized their verbal slip-up.

“Oh.” L!MC’s face burned with embarrassment. “Shit.”

Dad-volo was totally delighted and very cool about it, don’t worry.

M!MC and Bean the cat were hanging out with the angels in the very pretty royal gardens when that mess was going down.

Luke was being absolutely adorable and was snuggling Bean while he and Simeon looked at the pretty plants.

In traditional M!MC fashion, they were engaging in an average game of ‘lightly tease the chihuahua’.

“It’s just... you’re so small.” M!MC took the opportunity to rest their arm on Luke’s head as he stopped to observe a colour changing flower bush. “How many years have you been this height? 100? 200?”

M!MC had taken the news that Luke was older than them in stride, finding new opportunities to make the little angel do his adorable angy face. They were obviously succeeding in their jerkwad-endeavours as Luke pushed their arm off and fixed his now smushed hat.

“You be quiet! I’m perfectly average height for an angel my age.” Luke huffed, petting the cat, who hissed at M!MC. The stupid cat absolutely hated them for some reason, it brought L!MC never ending joy to bring the cat into their shared room and watch it hiss and swipe at them. L!MC should really show some more respect for their older cousin!

“Are angels normally the size of a fifth grader?” M!MC snickered. “Is Simeon considered a freak for his height?”

“No, M!MC, I am not.” Simeon chuckled. “Rest assured, Luke will grow.”

“Yeah! And I’m sure I’ll be taller than you!” Luke added.

M!MC smirked deviously and pinched Luke’s cheek. “Well, I’ll have to take advantage of your smallness and baby face while I still can!”

“Hey! Stop that!” Luke tried to swat their hands away, but M!MC had inherited their father’s reflexes and his penchant for being a little shit every once and a while, so Luke’s swatting only resulted in more pinches.

“Never!” M!MC teased. “Surrender to your smallness!”

“No!”

Luke took off deeper into the garden, surprisingly quickly considering he was holding a cat that was hellbent on clawing M!MC’s eyes out. M!MC laughed and gave chase.

“Luuuuuuuke! Come back! I promise I’ll be nice!” M!MC lied right through their teeth like the little heathen they were, as they ran down the path they noticed that they couldn’t see Luke up ahead anymore, nor could they hear him yelling for Simeon to make them quit their teasing.

“Heheh...” M!MC wheezed as they stopped to catch their breath. “Luke c’mon, don’t be a baby. It’s real immature to hide like that!”

There was no response, which made M!MC just a little nervous, just a smidge. The plants had changed from pretty flowers and gorgeous trees to a much darker clump of vines and twisting branches. It all seemed to be the same plant, M!MC noted as they scanned the area for any sign of Luke and the cat, or Simeon for that matter.

“Luke? Bean? Come on! Haul your asses over here, this isn’t funny any-” M!MC paused and looked down as something coiled around their left leg. “-more?”

The vine tightened and yanked them backwards, M!MC fell right to the ground and clawed at the path to stop them getting pulled into the brush. Another vine wrapped around their right leg, any resistance that digging their nails into the ground was nullified as both vines yanked M!MC into the bushes.

Well, this was a nightmare of epic proportions. The vines continued to wrap around the helpless half demon until they were completely unable to move. As M!MC looked around frantically, they made eye contact with an all too familiar pair of blue eyes. Ah! There was Luke!

“Mmmph!” Only Luke’s eyes were visible, but the eyes are the gateway to the soul or whatever, and M!MC took an educated guess and decided that Luke’s soul wasn’t too happy with them.

“Mmth! Mmth!” M!MC tried to speak, but their mouth was covered by the vines. The two would have to communicate with their eyes only.

‘This is your fault!’

‘How the fuck is this MY fault?’

‘If you hadn’t teased me this never would have happened!’

‘Grow thicker skin, you chihuahua!’

‘Fuck you!’

Listen, Luke probably wasn’t capable of trying to communicate a swear word, but it was incredibly funny for M!MC to think about.

“M!MC? Luke?” Simeon stepped into their limited field of vision. “Where are you two? This plant is carnivorous.”

Oh... lovely. That was good to know.

“Mmemph!”

“MFTH!” Luke and M!MC tried to call out to Simeon, only for the vines to wrap around them even tighter. Wow, what a way to go... strangled by a plant... ugh. L!MC would never let them live that down...

“Hm,” Simeon looked down at the vine that was coiling around his leg. “What a bother.”

Quick as lightning, Simeon grabbed the vine and sent a burst of shining gold magic shooting through it. The magic quickly spread to the rest of the plant and the moment the magic slammed into M!MC they nearly passed out from the searing pain that shot through their entire body.

They clamped their eyes shut and clenched their teeth to stop them from rattling as they felt the massive wave of Celestial magic wash over them. It was weirdly warm, like a hug from a friend, but it wasn’t a pleasant sensation, at least not to M!MC.

The plant let out an otherworldly scream as it threw Luke, Bean, and M!MC back onto the path at Simeon’s feet.

Luke picked Bean back up and dusted off his clothes like he didn’t have a care in the world. M!MC lay on the ground, if you listened closely you could hear them sizzle a bit. Nothing like being nearly strangled by a plant and then roasted by holy ‘fuck you’ magic.

“I’m glad you’re both okay,” Simeon pulled Luke into a hug and helped M!MC off the ground. “Did I ah... use to much magic?”

M!MC half-scowled at their saviour and wiped down their outfit. “Yeah. A little too much.”

“My bad,” Simeon ruffled M!MC’s hair. “I hope this serves as a learning experience for you two, Luke, don’t run off like that, and M!MC,”

The half demon nearly jumped in fear and surprise as Simeon swivelled to look at them. The smile on his face was far from comforting. “Don’t tease poor Luke too much, okay?”

“Uh... uh huh.” M!MC quickly nodded.

“Good! Now let’s head back, I think we’ve all had enough of the Royal Gardens.”

As the group returned, they passed a very red in the face L!MC and wondered what exactly went down in the time they were gone.

It’s common knowledge that Barbatos hates rats, it’s also common knowledge that A!MC is the embodiment of a ray of sunshine.

What does this lead to, you may be asking, well...

A!MC and their dear rat Templeton needed to hide from the politely homicidal Barbatos.

“Sh!” A!MC whispered into their pocket, the rat responded with an indignant squeak.

The Demon Lord’s Castle was absolutely massive, and trying to navigate it without a map was akin to wandering around an ancient pyramid filled with death traps. A!MC and their dear companion were wandering the place without a map and trying to hide from a butler that had the power to see into the future. The two fugitives were at a clear disadvantage.

A!MC had managed to stumble into an area that had paintings and statues completely everywhere, it was then they realized they were completely lost.

While quietly perusing the room, A!MC took notice of quite the lovely portrait of a woman. She had long flowing locks of golden hair and the most gorgeous captivating eyes... A!MC nearly shrieked when the woman’s eyes snapped to their’s and her face contorted into a scowl.

“Do I know you?” The woman asked, A!MC gulped and shook their head.

“N-no ma’am, I don’t think we’ve met...” A!MC mumbled before sticking out their hand for a handshake. The painting woman stared down at their outstretched hand, very unimpressed. “I’m A!MC, it’s nice to meet you.”

The half demon offered their cutest smile, their dad had lovingly taken the time to coach them in the art of being so darn tootin’ adorable that everyone would fall over themselves to get A!MC to like them. The moment the woman registered the smile, her scowl returned for a brief moment, then vanished entirely.

“Oh,” The woman smiled sweetly. “I do think I know you, do you mind coming a bit closer so I can see you better?”

Suffering from a complete inability to detect red flags, A!MC happily moved closer.

“Ah, just as I suspected. You look like Asmodeus.”

“You know my dad?” A!MC asked.

“Yes,” The woman’s eyes narrowed. “I know him quite well.”

A!MC was suddenly knocked off balance as a massive gust of wind shoved them closer to the painting. They frantically clawed at the stone ground as Templeton squeaked and squirmed in their pocket.

“Your father is the reason I’m stuck in this painting,” The woman explained coldly as A!MC tried to scramble away. “He escaped the labyrinth twice, but I don’t plan on letting you escape.”

“I-uh- m-muh-my dad’s probably really sorry about whatever he did! There’s no need to be rash!” A!MC stuttered.

“Yeah, no.” The woman huffed. “He had his chance to fix things. I’m getting even.”

“Not right now you’re not.”

A!MC swivelled their head around to see Barbatos calmly holding out a pair of scissors.

“Now Helene, I’d recommend releasing the child before I’m forced to take drastic measures.” Barbatos clicked the scissors together twice, and Helene paled. The wind pushing A!MC towards the painting dissipated and the half demon ran and hid behind the butler.

“Th-thank you...” A!MC mumbled.

“It’s not a problem, A!MC. Now I believe it would be a wise choice to move to another room.”

The two, (plus the hidden rat) ended up in the kitchen. A!MC shifted nervously as Barbatos began prepping lunch.

“Is there something you need to tell me?” Barbatos asked suddenly, A!MC straightened their posture and nodded.

“I um... promise you won’t be mad...” A!MC mumbled.

“I can assure you, I won’t be too upset.”

“I made a friend.” A!MC took Templeton out of their pocket and held him closely to their chest, Barbatos’s calm smile froze on his face. “He’s really sweet, please don’t kill him!”

“...A!MC.” Barbatos began slowly. “I’m not mad... just make sure it doesn’t escape and run rampant... now... please get it out of my kitchen.”

“Yes sir! Thank you sir!” A!MC turned and sprinted to their room.

Ugh... Barbatos, haven’t you ever watched Ratatouille? The rat can cook dammit!

When Luke went in to bake with his second dad he was very confused as to why Barbatos looked like he was having war flashbacks.

Huh... weird right? Anyway...

Good ol’ weird uncle Solomon suggested that after dinner everyone should get together and watch a movie.

L!MC and Solomon suggested that they watch The Conjuring and that idea got immediately shot down.

M!MC brought up that the most “family get-together” movie they could think of was Star Wars.

So they watched A New Hope.

“We could be watching the Conjuring right now.” L!MC murmured as they watched Luke Skywalker fumble his way to Obi Wan Kenobi.

“Yeah.” Solomon whispered back. “You know, I met Ed and Lorraine Warren.”

“Cool,” L!MC smiled. “My ren took me to their house once, when I went in to see all the haunted objects all the demons inside wanted to hang out with me.”

“Huh,” Solomon snickered. “Did they think you were Lucifer?”

“Yep. It was funny, Annabelle’s a pretty big asshole though.”

“I’d be an asshole too if I were stuck in a raggedy Anne doll since the 60s and not allowed to leave.”

“Both of you sh!” M!MC hissed, they threw some popcorn over their shoulder, which L!MC threw right back.

A while into the movie, M!MC elbowed Solomon and pointed at one of the aliens. “That’s you.”

“I’m so hurt…” Solomon pouted.

“And that’s you.” L!MC pointed at a stormtrooper that had just gotten shot with a blaster. M!MC scoffed and rolled their eyes.

“I’m not some dumb stormtrooper.”

“Yeah, you’re a little short for a stormtrooper.”

“HEY!”

“SHHHHHHH!” A!MC and Luke turned and started throwing their own popcorn…

The mess that they all had to vacuum after the movie was much more terrifying than The Conjuring ever could have been.

So, after a few days, Lucifer called to say that everyone was back to normal and the last remnants of the Demon-Flu were gone.

Yay! The kids could go back to their really overcrowded house!

The goodbyes were something to behold.

“Goodbye everyone! Come back sometime soon!” Diavolo waved from the doorway.

“Bye, Lord Diavolo!” L!MC smiled brightly and returned the wave. M!MC snickered and nudged them.

“That’s a pretty cold way to say goodbye to your dad-”

“Shut up…” L!MC growled.

“L!MC, what are they talking about?” Lucifer asked.

“Nothing!”

M!MC looked like they were weighing the pros and cons of surviving the conversation, then shrugged.

“M!MC, no, you have so much to live for!” A!MC pleaded.

“L!MC called Lord Diavolo dad!”

Mammon erupted into hysterical laughter while Asmo giggled and half heartedly patted L!MC on the head. Lucifer was not impressed.

“You know,” L!MC sighed. “I’m moving out. Lord Diavolo can I come live here?”

“L!MC, come back.” Lucifer trailed after his very embarrassed spawn.

A!MC pulled on their dad’s sleeve and cleared their throat.

“Yes sweetie?”

“D-dad, do you have a vehement hatred and or fear of rats?”

“Um-”

“Meet Templeton, he’s adorable and my friend.”

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Author’s note, The next part of the main series is coming next week… or this week… idk how long things take.

(Probably this week)

#the next mission is making sure the rat doesn’t get eaten by Detective Toe Beans… #Obey me #Obey me! #Obey me Fic #obey me shall we date #Obey me! headcanons #obey me! shall we date? #obey me headcanons #Obey me MC #Obey me Diavolo #Obey me Luke #Obey me Simeon #Obey me Barbatos #Obey me Solomon #Obey me Lucifer #Obey me Mammon #Obey me Asmodeus

[its-not-a-phase-mom-i-d8-demons]

The Undateables Reaction to MC having a Nightmare

Pairings: Diavolo x MC, Barbatos x MC, Simeon x MC

Warnings: FEM!READER!!!, swearing?, kissing, a miniscule mention of blood and zombies lol, luke being a sweetie pie (as per usual), just comfort in general bc i’m needy, mention of a panic attack, big daddy diavolo can fucking rail me ok?

A/N: people make fun of me for liking diavolo :((  so I had to get this out of my system

Diavolo

Confused

I mean, he’s had nightmares before of course, but he’s never seen a human have one

He didn’t even know humans had the capacity to dream until a few nights before

So when he wakes up to you writhing around in the silken sheets, crying and begging some unknown entity to “please stop” and “don’t hurt him” with tears soaking your face, he was stumped

You seemed distressed so he did the only thing he could think of; wake you up

Now, this baby

He didn’t know, ok?

When he grips you firmly by the shoulders and gives you a good shake he only succeeds in scaring you a lot more

Your hand shoots up and you drag your nails across his pretty face in blind defense and wake up, tangled in mounds of silk, with a hulking figure hunched over next to you

Falling off the bed, you scramble as far as you can away from the monster and into a corner of the room

Barbatos, after hearing all the commotion, enters the room at that moment, allowing light from the hallway to flood the dark bedroom

“My lord, MC, what on earth is going on?!” He asks, noticing you crouching in the corner and he goes to you and rests a gentle hand on your shoulder, “My lady, are you alright? What did the young lord do to you?”

“Barbatos?” You whimper, tentatively peeking up from your hands.

“You can tell me, I’ll deal with him myself.”

“MC? Where’d you go, dove?” Came Diavolo’s disoriented voice from the bed, “Why’d you scratch me?”

A second later Barbatos was on his feet in a somewhat defensive stance, protecting you from any advance the demon lord could make.

You were still behind him crying less stormily, but crying nonetheless. Noticing how the butler was posed, you only started crying harder.

“Barbatos, please, i-it wasn’t him! It was me!” You said, emotion choking your sweet voice, “I h-had a bad dream and when I woke up, I hurt him!” 

Cocking a brow, the butler strode toward the light switch (i think they have electricity??) and upon flicking it on, understood what had happened.

The demon lord was still slightly hunched over on the mattress, nursing a scratched, bloody cheek, you were crouched against the far wall, sniffling and crying out of fear, the bed was a mess…

“Correct me if I’m wrong MC, did you have a nightmare?” He asked gently, “Can you move?”

“M-hm.” You nodded shakily, tears stil streaming down your flushed cheeks.

“Let me help you stand… there. Lord Diavolo, humans are fragile creatures, especially after such an ordeal. I trust you can calm her down?”

“Of course! Ah, Barbatos, would you mind getting some tea and possibly a bandage or two?”

“My thoughts exactly. I will be back promptly.”

Then the butler left the room.

Diavolo dabbed at his face with the shirt he’d discarded before getting into bed and turned to you. “MC, love, what happened?”

With a sob, you threw yourself into his arms, buried your face in his chest, and began to cry again. It was a terrible dream, all seven brothers and the rest of the devildom, including Barbatos had turned into zombies. After running and fighting for most of the dream, you and the Demon King had finally been cornered by an endless horde of zombies and slowly you realized there was no hope. Just as the brothers were about to pounce on your royal boyfriend, he’d looked behind him and said, “I’ll always love you my darling MC-” and that’s when a zombie grabbed you and started shaking you violently, effectively and abruptly rousing you and causing a minor panic attack.

Diavolo stroked your hair oh so gently until Barbatos returned with the tea and handed you a cup of the steaming, sweet-smelling liquid to calm your nerves. After taking a few teary sips, the warmth spread down to your toes almost immediately and you were able to stop crying.

“Talk to me,” He murmured, tilting his face to Barbatos while he cleaned and wrapped his wound, his amber eyes on you all the while, “What happened?”

“Bad d-dream,” You stuttered, clutching the delicate teacup with white knuckles, “The brothers got hurt, t-turned into zombies to be specific a-and it was just us but then they got you and Mammon started screaming a-and shaking me-”

“That was me, dove. I sincerely apologize, I didn’t know what was wrong, nor a way to properly handle it.” Diavolo brushed stray tears from your flushed cheeks and pressed a gentle kiss to your temple, “Forgive me?”

You nodded, sighing with a body-wracking shudder and settled back into your boyfriend’s muscled arms.

“My Lord, in case this happens a second time, why don’t you ask MC how she would prefer to be roused from such a dream. These things can be traumatic for their minds, it’s best to put her at ease.”

“Indeed.” The tanned redhead nodded, holding out your empty teacup for the butler to refill, “Dearest, how can I help?”

Barbatos

Knows this happens to humans and wasn’t surprised when you had one only a few weeks into staying at the palace

Prolly read a book or seven to learn this human bs

You claimed it was only from your new surroundings at the breakfast table, as to but the Lord and his butler at ease, but Barbatos is very intuitive

In fact, he’d seen you walk from your bedroom to the bathroom, hugging a blanket around yourself and sniffling, looking very frightened for a reason he didn’t know

Now he did

Hmm

The next evening, around two in the morning, you come running out of your room crying, hoping to find someone, and eventually, you did

Thinking it was one of the brothers, you crashed into them, wrapping your arms around their waist and burying your face in their chest, crying stormily until you felt the demon awkwardly pat your head with a gloved hand

…

Lucifer didn’t wear his gloves to bed… did he?

Did he even go to bed in the first place?

Probably not

Since when did Mammon wear a tailored waistcoat to bed?

Levi smelled different too, more like tea leaves, dishsoap, and ink than the salty ocean and fabric softener you were used to

Satans forearms were thicker than these as well; hours of holding books to his face gave him a little muscle

Where was the gentle coo and giggle you always got when you snuggled with Asmo?

Where the pecs your head usually rested on when Beel gave you one of his otherworldly hugs?

Why wasn’t Belphie’s shaggy hair tickling your face?

Wait

You look up and to your horror and embarrassment, it’s Barbatos. Not Beel, or Mammon, or Asmo (who you had been hoping to see) instead, it’s an extremely handsome butler with a very concerned look on his face

“MC? What happened?”

“B-Barbatos! I-I I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to-” You begin to back away, stuttering and tripping over your words while tears continue to soak the collar of your nightshirt, but before you can escape, gentle hands stop you.

One slender, gloved hand cups your cheek, brushing away tears, and another gently holds the small of your back.

“It’s alright, no need to apologize,” He spoke softly as not to scare you any further, “Come with me, I’ll make us some tea.”

The butler wraps you in a blanket and makes you comfy on the couch in the sitting area before starting the hot water and returning to the room.

He stood in the doorway awkwardly until you asked in a tiny voice, “Would you… would you mind s-sitting with me?”

“Of course.”

Not too close at first, but eventually after you cuddle up to his side, Barbatos settles an arm around your shoulders and tucks a strand of hair behind your ear.

“What happened?”

“Um…” You kept your eyes downcast, knowing you’d told him your dreams weren’t a big deal, but he knew.

“Dreams again?”

“Y-Yeah.”

“Tell me about this one.”

“You g-got crushed by a m-massive stack of papers a-and Lord Diavolo was just laughing. I couldn’t move, I-I wanted to help, I just-” You sighed, “Th-Then a big stack of paperwork started falling toward me too a-and I woke up before I got squished. I know it’s silly and ch-childish but it was terrifying. I hope I didn’t mess up your schedule.”

“That would be rather upsetting, I’m sorry MC,” He murmured, getting up for the whistling kettle, “But don’t think like that, it’s normal. One moment please.”

You nod and sink deeper into the luxurious warm cocoon the butler had made for you. He hands you a teacup and settles down next to you once again.

“Is there anything I can do to make these dreams stop?” He asks softly, dabbing your face with a handkerchief, “The Demon Lord requested for your utmost contentment during your stay, so-”

“C-Can I stay with you?” You blurted out, quickly taking a gulp of hot tea and instantly regretting it.

Even in the dim light, your convulsing form noticed a light pink tint on his cheeks as he rushed to get you water.

Simeon

He’d only ever known Luke to have nightmares (since he is baby) so you can imagine… 

Deadass, when he wakes up to you writhing around and screaming at two in the morning, he almost called an exorcist

…

In the devildom

Does anyone else see the irony-

Nevermind

“LUKE, SOLOMON! WHAT’S WRONG WITH MC??? SHE’S CRYING AND SCREAMING ALL OF A SUDDEN, I THINK A DEAMON GOT HER-” *heavy scared boyfriend breathing*

Solomon was kicking Luke’s ass at Uno (yes, at two in the morning) so both of them follow the distressed angel back to his room

You’re awake, curled up in a little ball against the headboard, rocking back and forth and crying into Simeon’s pillow

“MC?” Luke asks, a little scared as he approaches the bed.

You lift your head just enough to see his pretty baby face and then reach for him, caressing his cheek to make sure the tiny angel was really there

“You ok?” He murmurs, resting one of his smaller hand on your own, “Bad dream I’m guessing?”

You nod, lip trembling with emotion and residual fear, “Don’t go-” You begged, “I don’t know where Simeon went…”

“I’m here love, right here.” The taller angel now knelt down next to where Luke was standing, took your other trembling hand, and pressed comforting kisses to your knuckles.

You whisper a soft ‘thank you’ to Luke and Solomon as they take their leave. As soon as the door shut behind them, Simeon slid under the blankets next to you and let you attach yourself to him like a koala while his pretty nose fell into your messy locks.

Gradually, your breathing went back to its normal, comforting tempo and you began to melt into his embrace. He seemed to radiate warmth to the very marrow of your bones and soon, everything was ok again.

“What’s troubling you so, love? What caused this?” He asks, running slender fingers through your tousled locks.

“I don’t know,” You sigh, breathing in his heavenly musk, “I guess I’ve been a lot more stressed than usual. Exams are coming up and it’s hard to study when I’m at the brother’s beck and call since they can’t get along for more than 3 seconds. Plus, these classes are a lot more difficult than the ones we have in the human world.”

The angel nods, giving you a squeeze and a reassuring kiss to the crown of your head, “I can see why. Unlike you, most humans are very simple minded and plain dumb. I’ve already learned this material because of my ranking as an angel, so if you need a tutor, I’m here to help, sweetheart.”

“I’d like that.” You smile, tender aquamarine orbs meeting your own before closing and lips meeting for a slow, sensual dance of your unbounded love for eachother. Your interlocked fingers gave a squeeze before he released you, panting.

“Anything for my seraph.”

#lol big daddy diavolo #damn hes hot #ok ill stop now #:( #diavolo x reader #barbatos x reader #simeon x reader #diavolo x mc #barbatos x mc #simeon x mc #obey me #obey me shall we date #obey me! shall be date? #obey me diavolo #obey me barbatos #obey me simeon #obey me lucifer #obey me mammon #obey me leviathan #obey me levi #obey me satan #obey me asmodeus #obey me asmo #obey me beel #obey me beelzebub #obey me belphegor #obey me belphie #obey me!

[the-voltage-diaries]

Το Βόρειο Αστέρι μου - Lucifer x Diavolo

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Το Βόρειο Αστέρι μου: Greek for ‘My Polar Star’

Word Count: 1859

A/N: I don’t know what this is. All I know is that @simpingw0lfi3​​​​​​​ refused to do it, so I did. Of course, please don’t expect this to be perfect because... it really isn’t. 

Vote of thanks: @akaiiro-yume​​​​​ for checking and correcting all the grammatical fuck ups I did, making sure I didn’t stop writing this halfway and going through any mental breakdown I might have had instead for me. And, of course, @some-ikemen-snob​​​​​ for making sure this SCREAMED Lucifer energy this way and that. only for now, but ily both.

Devildom 14th February, 20XX Saturday, 7:57 PM

Dear Diary,

      I suppose I've never written a journal entry such as this in the past, for I haven't found either the desire or the will to task myself with writing my thoughts down in a manner wherein I speak to an inanimate object. That said, I have been told writing is, in a manner of speaking, therapeutic, and I believe I could do with some of that right now. It would be false to assume I don’t still harbour any inhibitions towards using my time in this manner, especially when I'd much rather be by Diavolo’s side. The very same Diavolo who, as a matter of fact, happens to be the subject of this writing session today. Strangely enough, and if I recall correctly, he was also the one who introduced - which is putting it rather mildly - me to the “art” of journal entries. I admit, I haven’t given this activity the kind of gravity which was probably expected out of me, but then again, today is a little different from the rest. I'm not entirely certain as to where to begin, but I do believe I have been told in situations like these, one should do whatever... feels right.

      Diavolo is... well, where do I even begin? He is the future of Devildom, as a few might call it - myself included. While he does appear to be quite the cheerful and at times careless lord, it’d be a lie to deny that he is just as wise and compassionate underneath that wave of buoyancy radiating off of him. Honest to a fault, but with his moral compass always pointing towards the best interest of those around him. I’ll admit, sometimes it proves to be rather difficult to believe that he indeed is a demon. It wouldn’t be an exaggeration to compare him to the Polaris considering he does quite radiate the charisma from himself, shining admirably amidst a dark sea of onlookers. While in name he rules over all the demons in the land of Devildom, the right set of eyes won’t take too long to deduce the eloquence with which his fingers reach out to the soul of every single resident of the land, holding them together better than gravity ever bound humans to the earth. 

      Saying that is all there is to him would be a lie whiter than the wet snow, making its way to the tips of my fingers and sliding off gently onto this page. That, of course, doesn’t mean describing how I feel towards him is no herculean task. There are some cases when a language -  no matter the plethora of vocabulary it offers - just isn’t sufficient enough, and this certainly is one of those cases. For the time being, let’s just owe my lack of articulacy to the bond of mutual respect and trust Diavolo and I share, built over centuries upon centuries, braving the ravages of time, and even perhaps the less than pleasing antics my brothers tend to pull. But while the impression the ruler of all demons and I tend to emit may seem to be distanced by a careful degree of professionalism, I don’t believe anybody knows that that might not be the case. Even Diavolo himself. Doesn’t come as a surprise, really, for they simply can’t know.

      Why do I believe that to not be the case, then? Well, I would wonder why I felt so strongly about it had I not known the reason myself. The very same reason which is now a secret so surreptitious that I can’t help but consider burning this piece of paper once I finish writing to ensure it is never revealed to another set of eyes. Such dastardly is the nature of this emotion, tricking one into its delusive warmth, encompassing them with the belief that nothing truly is impossible, that what they feel might just be true and meaningful enough to be returned by the other they feel for, only to cackle with glee and turn away when the reality doesn’t match the fantasy it was believed to turn out to be. The very same emotion which in layman’s terms is apparently called... love.

      I’m not entirely certain I understand the extent of its exquisite existence myself, to be truthful. All I know is no matter how intensely I try to shut the door on its escaping fumes, it turns futile the second I lay my eyes on the man in question. While the rest of the known universe sees an omnipotent leader binding everyone together, making them sing the same tune in harmony, I see what I can only consider an anchor, grounding me, making it so that I can’t ever fall into the abyss of the darkness that breathes inside of me and float away. He is the quintessence of the best of what the world has to offer, with his golden eyes sparkling like stardust, weaving their ever-lasting magic into the hearts of whoever they come across - be it human, or demon, or angel - wrapping them in their never-ending warmth, letting them sink into the depths of benevolence they promise. His hair are the cerise of a raging inferno, sheltering beneath their canopy a quick, sensible, erudite mind. His smile is but a warm culmination of everything optimistic and positive, like a flame inviting moths to it, reaching out to give their innermost yearnings a hand to grab on to and never let go. Simply divine. And this is where the paths diverge, I suppose.

      They see a to-be Demon King, I see Diavolo.

      But alas, love is a fickle mistress. Getting too lost in the charm of her alluring arms will only result in a doom of them wrapping around your neck, enticing, until you realise their hold is tightening. Not to hold on, but to suffocate. I might have gotten so lost in that fiery gaze that I didn’t notice it start to crawl along my skin, leaving a charred, burnt path in its wake. The very anchor which I believed to be the one to ground me and hold me close etched itself deeper into the oceanic floor of delirium, drowning me. The threads of his stardust wrapped themselves around me and clutched hard enough to strangle. Before I knew it, the symphony of something meaningful became the cacophony of a nightmare.

      This red thread strung through itself earlier today the series of events I’d rather forget. I’ve known how I feel towards Diavolo for a while now, and I had been searching for an opportunity to come clean and let him know about it for the last few days. Not to say I hadn’t gotten said opportunities at all, but one could owe it to me being too prideful to admit I was finally opening up to the idea of accepting feelings and... emotions. Around that time was when Solomon let slip a few details about the significance of Valentine’s day in the human world as an annual occurrence to celebrate romantic love, friendship, and admiration, and with enough persistence, Asmodeus managed to convince Diavolo to declare the day as an official holiday. Just a few hours ago I walked along the empty hallways to Diavolo’s office, knowing him, Barbatos and I to be the only ones in the building, still choosing work over any form of inactivity. By then, I had talked myself into finally telling the most powerful of all demons about the feelings I harboured towards him. I am a little embarrassed to admit that I was indeed a tad hopeful, wishing for the feelings to be returned. Once I reached the door to his private office, my hand settled above the smooth hardwood to give it a knock. And that’s when I noticed that the door was already slightly ajar. I heard a voice inside, other than Diavolo’s, and I took the liberty to glance inside, only for my hopes to come crashing down when the realisation struck me: I shouldn’t have done that.

      Inside his office, Diavolo sat in his seat with his mouth pressed against another, a hand trailing across the small face with dark green locks framing it with elegance while the other held on to the person’s waist, pulling him closer. My eyes widened when the smaller man of the two let out a muffled whimper, perched on Diavolo’s lap. Barbatos. I felt my heart squeeze out a pained croak at the sight, and even though every single nerve in my body begged me to move away and forget I ever saw anything, my legs didn’t move. They stayed glued to their spot on the floor even as I felt it crumble beneath my feet, just the way my eyes stayed on Diavolo. My lip trembled with a longing I never thought I’d experience when Barbatos intertwined his fingers with Diavolo’s, smiling into the kiss they shared, like the perfect harmony which was always meant to be. It was when Diavolo broke the kiss, eyes meeting the other’s and whispers of love and confessions floating across the room until they settled on my ears, that I finally felt the mask crack. The facade I had worked on for centuries to lay the foundation of crumbled as my fists clenched, letting myself have a moment of weakness when a lone tear of frustration, delay, anger, and self loathing dripped down my cheek. I looked up at the ceiling, a voiceless laugh tumbling across my lips at the cognisance that the Polaris I was reaching out for, shining proud in the middle of a dark, cloudless sky, was beyond my reach, and... never supposed to be mine. How far I could stretch, how willing were my fingers to make one last attempt to touch it’s light and bask in it - all of that didn’t matter anymore.

      I exhaled a shaky breath, blinking once as I tucked away whatever it is I was going to tell Diavolo in some corner of my mind, crushing the key with a hard snap of my fingers. My eyes found Barbatos again, glazing over with a heartfelt wish for him to find his happiness, at least. It was with one last aching smile towards Diavolo and a euphoric laugh spilling from Barbatos’ lips that I turned on my heel, shaking my head at the fate I was handed. Needless to say, I hold no malice towards either of them - they’re both precious to me, as much as I dislike admitting it.

      I believe I have shared more than what was required, and I shall burn this piece of paper lest anyone finds it. One might call it wishful thinking on my part, but I do pray that watching the last signs of anything I harbour towards the one who wasn’t meant to be mine from the start burn as the embers of the fire consume it whole makes me put a lid on my feelings once and for all, for they were never supposed matter. They weren’t supposed to exist to begin with.

      After all, only a prince deserves a fairy-tale with a happy ending, and I am no prince.

Lucifer.

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[hyper-super-clover]

Squeeze that bunny tail!

Part 3

Description: The RAD student council as well as the exchange students help out at a bar where, oops, the staff´s dress codes are those sweet bunny outfits that we all know and thirst for. The MCs, Violet and Clover, play a game of who can touch the most bunny tails over the evening without getting caught. Prepare for fluff, funny innuendos as well as my thirst over hot boys in bunny outfits.

Find the first parts on my masterlist.

Story continues under the cut. Enjoy the thirst!

[The amazing artwork belongs to @tokamiart, permission to post was granted, don´t repost!]

Clover and Simeon were giving out drinks at the bar.

The girl was handing over all sorts of bottles, glasses and ice cubes if needed. Simeon then put it all together with such grace and beauty that Clover often found herself gazing at him, until the brunet would turn to her with a smile and ask her to let go of whatever she had been wanting to hand him.

At one point, without any customers walking up to the bar, Clover sat down for a quick break.

"Tired?" Simeon asked, having decided to clean the counter in the meantime.

Clover chuckled at the sight. "Oh, is this going to be the classic 'I tell the bartender of my problems' scenario?"

The angel blinked in confusion. "I am afraid I don't know what you are talking about... But I'm always there to lend you an ear, if that's what you're aiming at."

"I'm fine", she laughed. "I was only joking... I must admit, though, you really suit this job. I'm sorry if I'm misjudging you, but how come an angel is looking so perfectly fit for serving drinks?"

Simeon blessed her with a chuckle. "Thank you for the compliment. As for your question... You might be surprised, but angels do know how to have some fun, too."

"Oooh" Clover grinned. "So the whole turning-water-into-wine thing wasn't just a myth?!"

At that, Simeon only put his finger close to his lips in a "shhh" sound, giving her a secretive little wink before both broke out in soft giggles.

A little while later, their attention got caught up by a situation at the tables.

Luke was cleaning dirty dishes off of an emptied table, when a demon approached him.

A little flustered, they exchanged a few words before Luke gestured towards the public toilets.

"He's doing so well" Simeon hummed, leaning on the counter as he watched his angel friend with a proud smile. "It had been very difficult for him to adjust to life in the Devildom... But I'm glad to see he is finally finding his own pace of things."

Clover's head jumped back and forth between the two celestial creatures.

"It's because he has a great friend who's watching over him" she smiled.

"Huh? Oh, no, I don't want to take any credit for that. It's all thanks to Luke's own strength that he's able to go through this so well."

Suddenly, Luke hurried over to them, a full tray of dishes in his hands.

He looked SO disgusted.

"Waaah... What's wrong with those demons...!" He let the tray slip onto the counter. "Has nobody here learned how to properly behave in a restaurant?! The tables are sticky, the food is all over the cutlery, or even worse...!"

He held up a fork.

... Or better, what was left of it. Which was only the handle. The upper spikes got bitten off almost completely.

"Who eats a fork?!?!", Luke cried out. "That's... That's... Ridiculous!"

Clover gave an awkward laugh, she got over the point of wondering long ago.

"I am pretty sure I know who would..." she mumbled.

And truly, stepping out of the kitchen, the culprit looked at the fork with a guilty expression.

"... Don't tell Lucifer" Beelzebub mumbled as he came closer. "He'll get mad if he sees that parts of the cutlery are missing..."

"... 'parts'?!" Luke repeated in disbelief. "You mean this isn't the only one?!"

"... Those were accidents..." Beel whined, holding his grumbling belly.

He let himself plonk down on a chair next to Clover, then huddled over the counter in a pout.

"Ugh... And what am I supposed to do with that now...?" Luke said.

"Hm..." Simeon thought. "Clover, Beel, could you watch the bar for a moment? Luke, let's go bring the dishes to the kitchen... And that thing into the trash."

They excused themselves after Clover gave her okay and Beel gave some kind of grumble.

The girl´s head drifted over to look at the demon...

And her heart skipped a beat.

She checked the situation.

His tail? Exposed.

His thoughts? In some far away land about food.

The others? Gone.

The perfect chance for a squeeze? Right fucking NOW.

Clover swallowed the raising anxiety in her stomach.

She had lurked around the angels in hope of squeezing one of their tails, but now that they were gone, she had missed that chance...

The more she thought about it, the more did Clover feel like hyperventilating. It was such a stupid thing to fuss over, but sadly, her habit of over-contemplating would always stress her out in unnecessary situations.

After what felt like eternity of convincing herself, she moved her arm.

Beel almost immediately turned his head.

"... You look like you want to eat me." He said.

"Wh-what?!"

His grumpy face mustered her.

"But I will eat you before you could possibly eat me, so don't even try."

Clover's already red face curled in confusion.

"I didn't want to..." she mumbled.

"Why were you staring at me, then?"

"I-I... Was thinking about how to help you with your hunger..." she lied.

"... Oh. Sorry for accusing you of something else, then."

"N-no, it's fine..."

Before Clover could talk herself into more bullshit, Simeon came back, and the holy boy was there to save her from her own misery.

"Beel" he called out. "Luke and I will soon return home for a bit. I can bring you some sandwiches, so stay strong, okay?"

"Simeon...!" Beel cheered as his euphoria made him stand up and engulf Simeon in a hug. "You're a true angel...!"

Clover felt quite shitty afterwards.

Beel hugging Simeon was an adorable sight, but she hated herself for being such a coward.

After dodging another encounter with Solomon, she had pulled back to help Belphie at the casino area, trying to get her mind off of the competition for a little...

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Alright. I hope you´re not bored yet, because the chaos hasn´t even properly started yet.

Also, nearing ourselves to half-time, now is a good opportunity to sum up a few events as well as the overall squish-score so far.

Violet was leading with a total of 12 points. Besides the mentioned scenarios, she had also encountered Mammon a second time, and she was lucky enough to find Luke having a life crisis over another eaten fork.

Heck, Violet even managed to squeeze Clover's tail once, and her friend hasn't noticed!

Clover, on the other side, has had a great start, but did rather poorly the later it got.

With five points, she only had another chance with Asmo, who, tbh, had been begging for someone to pay attention to his booty. (But to be clear, he did not notice the squish.)

Over time, she got desperate, but that only fueled Clover's fears of getting caught.

It nearly let her to internally quitting, if not for Violet to pull her back into the game once more...

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Most of the crew was busy working when the clock struck midnight.

A nearby bell tower announced the change of day -- and with that, also the change of clothes.

The customers as well as the staff looked up when a certain voice echoed through the speakers.

"Good evening, my sweethearts~!" Asmodeus cheered, sitting on the bar counter and waving at the crowd. "Or should I say good night? Good morning? I hope you are having a good one, to say the least!"

He gained a small round of laughter.

"Yes, yes, a cheery mood is what we want! And now that we passed midnight... It's time for a special surprise!"

He stood up onto the counter, striking a nice pose while smirking widely.

"Those with weak minds -- and weak ovaries -- should brace themselves, cause things are about to get hot~!"

The crowd applauded and cheered. A group of thirsty (asmodeHoes) fans threw in some... naughty exclamations, but Asmo had already jumped onto the floor again, gathering the staff members around him.

Barbatos at his side, he was handing out another set of clothing. "Please get dressed quickly", the butler said.

And so they went off...

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"VioLET."

"Cloverrrr..."

"I CAN'T go out like his."

"But... But Clover... You know what must be awaiting us outside..."

"ARGH... I'm not ready for that either..."

Clover was sitting on the floor again.

This time, their outfit consisted of a classic black playbunny suit, ears and tail still included of course, arm sleeves as well as a shirt's collar that was held together by a bow tie.

"Come onnn, I don't wanna go without you..." Violet protested.

"But HOW am I supposed to face those frickin´ snacks” Clover cried out. “I'm a fucking potato compared to them, also Violeeet, the moment I see any of them my mind will SIN and I won't ever be able to look into Simeon's eyes ever agai-"

They heard voices on the other side of the door.

"Woohooo, is that Lucifer?! Shirtless?!" They heard Asmo go. "And and, kyaaaa, Beel, those ABS!!"

The girls exchanged a glance.

Then dashed out of the womens' toilet once again.

Stumbling out of the room, however, there was no one to be spotted at all.

A little confused, the girls noticed too late how a cheeky Asmodeus had been hiding behind the door, pushing the latter shut to have a perfect view on his girls.

"Got you~!" he hummed, leading the girls to turn around.

He had a camera in his hands and seemed to be already filming.

"What a view~", he continued. "Could you do me a favour and turn around as well?"

"Asmo!!" Violet hissed, her cheeks gaining a pink blush out of angered embarrassment.

Not as much as Clover's face was heating up, though, as she prompted the demon to put his phone down.

"Not going to happen, sweetie~" he chuckled. "Devilgram will love those bashful expressions...!"

"WhAt?!" Violet covered her body immediately. "You WON'T upload this anywhere!"

"Uhmmm... That's kind of not possible, you know? This is a live broadcast."

"WHAT."

Then, another person stepped out of the males' bathroom.

"What's all the noise about?"

Lucifer's annoyed voice echoed through the corridor.

When he stepped closer, however, his attention got caught up by the girls' appearance.

"Oh~?" he purred, inspecting the girls (but Violet in particular hehe) with a pleased smirk on his lips.

"L... Lu..." Violet's voice broke off.

She just... Died. Nothing more to say about this, really.

Because only now both, Violet and Clover, realised that not everything of Asmo's bait had been a lie...

The demons were actually shirtless, their chests bare as they were wearing only arm sleeves and, in Lucifer's case, a bow tie around his neck, while Asmo's neck was decorated with a ribbon. Rather tight-fitting black trousers and the bunny accessories completed the look that had left the girls speechless.

Lucifer's smirk grew wider.

"No, that's no good... I think I will have to speak to the manager. Those outfits are way too distracting... Isn't that so, Violet?"

"H-huh?!" The girl did a little hop.

Thankfully, Asmo jumped in to her aid.

"Fufu~! Lucifer, do you mean the girls are getting distracted by us, or is it that YOU are getting distracted, hm~?"

Lucifer crossed his arms in a contemplative manner.

"Well... I admit to a pleasant view when I see one, so..." He pinned Violet down with his eyes. "I guess I will have to be extra careful from now on... Then again, I might need a more detailed view, just to be sure..."

Asmo gave an excited giggle.

"Lucifer, you beast~!"

Then Asmo turned to Violet again.

"But judging from her red cheeks, I feel Violet might think the same... Isn't that so, darling~?"

"U-uhm...", Violet stammered, trying really hard to make her brain function again. "Well I... Think there's no point in denying that... Uhm..."

She glanced over at Lucifer, but every time she did, her head got dizzy all over again.

"Go on, please" Lucifer suddenly said. "There is no need to deny what, exactly?"

And her brain got stuck in an endless loop of not being able to cope.

Lucifer seemed to have plenty of fun with that, so he kept teasing her for the time being.

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We do remember, however, that there was another still girl left to completely destroy.

And Asmo took it upon himself to achieve exactly that.

"Don't worry, Clover!" He said as he tackled the girl into a hug, simultaneously dragging her away from the two lovebirds. "You're just as charming, of course."

"Th-thanks..." Clover mumbled.

"Hm? You don't seem to believe me."

Clover pulled away, now only holding hands with him, giving a shrug. "You know what I think of my looks, Asmo..."

The avatar of Lust gave a sigh.

"There we go again... If you're so self-conscious… why don't we go ask for some opinions?"

"Eeh?!"

And if the god of fateful anime encounters had planned it, the remaining demon brothers happened to have finished changing as well. The door to the men´s bathroom swung open…

"Oh!" Asmo smelled his chance. "Look, there comes our audien-"

He got cut off by the weird sound Clover made.

In a single movement, she had let out a squeal that a human throat should not be able to do, had completely destroyed Asmo's pretty hand by squeezing it in excitement, while in the end she was hiding behind Asmo, only peeking over his shoulder to glance at the mass of hotness coming out of the bathroom.

"Clover…?" Asmo sounded confused.

"Too much hotness", she mumbled into his shoulder. “I can´t-“

"Huh?" Asmo sounded genuinely confused for a second.

Then a smirk curled his face.

"What?!" he spoke extra loud, extra dramatically, so everyone could hear. "What did you say, Clover?! You think they're all sooo hot?!"

"A-asmo, be quiet...!" Clover mumbled.

But he continued.

"What? You love how much skin we are showing?!" he yelled.

"Stop...!"

"Whaaat?! You'd even pay them to strip down even more?! Clover, you wild animal!"

She punched the demon in embarrassment.

The next second, a certain scumbag stood beside them.

"DiD I hEaR 'P-p-p-PAy'?!" Mammon stuttered, literal cash-symbols in his eyes.

Asmo grinned at him, covering Clover's mouth so she couldn't protest.

"Our dear Clover here wants you to strip for her~"

Clover shook her blushy head.

"That's not trrngh..." she tried to press out between Asmo's fingers.

Mammon stared at her for a moment.

"… 10.000 Grimm."

Clover had freed herself again.

"... What?"

"15.000 and I'll do pole dance too."

"MAMMON WHAT THE HECK."

The second born looked almost disappointed when Clover declined his offer.

But Asmo was already moving on with his mischiefs.

"What? Clover?? You want to do WHAT with Beel's abs?!?!"

"ASMODEUS, I'LL KILL YOU-"

"No you won't~" Asmo grinned, turning to give his brothers a view on Clover. "Guuuys, I need your help! I dare you to give this little lady a rating in this sweet costume of hers."

Most of them looked confused at first,

but, seeing one, her outfit, and two, how much she was unable to cope, a few were ready to assist in Asmo's tease.

"I'd need a full view to judge" Satan grinned.

"Yeah" Belphie agreed. "Could you turn around slowly, Clover? Maybe do some poses as well?"

Clover shot them some angry glares.

"... You could do that pose were you form ears with your hands…" Levi dared to add in a mumble.

"Hrrrgh...!" Clover was fighting her embarrassment. "All of you are awful... Beel over here is the only nice guy, honestly...!"

She glanced at him in a pout, hoping he'd defend her... Or at least say something as well...

"... So you're not going to pose for us?" Beel said in a pout.

Clover.exe stopped working.

"Fufu..." Asmo grinned. "See, my dear? Even Beel demands a show... Now come on, we're waiting~!"

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You can probably guess that Clover wasn't going to get out of this situation anytime soon.

While this part of the group enjoyed this mess of a person, let's switch back to the other girl whose brain was doing about as poorly.

Lucifer had kept Violet by his side, making sure she wasn't going to help Clover in her dilemma… Or going elsewhere in general.

However, one certain jealous bean soon couldn't bear that Lucifer was hogging Violet all for himself.

"Oi, Lucifer, back off of Violet already!"

And Mammon pressed himself in between them. "She's one of my humans after all!"

Visible displease grew on Lucifer's face as he got cockblocked yet again.

"And what would give you the right to claim her for yourself?" The eldest grumbled.

Mammon crossed his arms.

"... Because I just said so."

Lucifer pressed out a sigh, to then simply push Mammon's body away again.

"LUCIF-", Mammon hissed. "STOOP...!"

"You are distracting us, Mammon."

"B-but... That´s not fair…” he shouted. “M-maybe I want Violet to notice me as well!!"

Lucifer stopped, while most of the surrounding people went silent.

Then Levi gave a laugh.

"Oh my god MAMMON, that was so desperate lolol, SO uncool!"

Belphie spared him a pityful laugh. "Are you really that desperate for some attention, you idiot?"

The avatar of Greed was gritting his teeth.

"Hnngh... Shut up, all of you...!"

The situation around them escalated a little, even more so as Diavolo and Barbatos joined in on the chaos, having changed clothes as well.

But Violet felt bad, especially since she wouldn´t have expected Mammon to act like this. So, in a silent second where everyone seemed busy in their personal chaos, she sneaked over to Mammon.

After -- of course, what did you expect -- quickly poking his bunny tail, Violet also gave his shoulder a tap.

"Are you okay?" she asked.

Mammon looked a little surprised, responding with a huff.

"...'s a wolf..."

"Huh?"

"Lucifer's a wolf!" Mammon repeated, awfully loud and both feared that the eldest brother had heard him.

A bit more timid, Mammon continued as Violet could only look at him in confusion.

"... Ya can't just go hop around in such an alluring outfit when there're guys like Lucifer around. He could go full beast mode and, dunno, do some weird stuff to ya."

Violet suppressed the nasty thoughts approaching her brain, her heart beating drastically as she mumbled a faint "I see".

"Ya human should better stick to the great Mammon! I'd treat you nicely, y'know."

Violet raised her eyebrows in surprise.

"... 'Treat me' how, exactly?" She asked in an almost teasing manner. "What were you planning to do, Mammon?"

And it landed a critical hit.

"I-I-I-I mean tr-treat as i-in... I'd protect you from all those beasts around you!" he stammered, his cheeks a blushing mess. "Nothin´ weird, I swear!! Its just… There's plenty of those beasts! Actually, maybe you should go home. If all the customers see you like this... Argh... I have to tell Clover, too...!”

He turned his head to search for the other girl, only to realise the group was about to return to their work. "Ahh... Oh no, she´s already been caught..." Mammon pressed out.

"Mammon" Violet called out again and treated him with a smile. "I assume you´re saying this because you´re worried about us, right? Thank you for that, you´re really a good friend. We're having a shift together later, right? So, until later, okay?"

He seemed confused again, but nodded in the end.

"Ugh... Fine... Just stay safe, ´kay? Promise!"

"I promise" she laughed, then Mammon finally seemed to have calmed down.

At least he was fine enough to turn around and go bother Levi with something.

Violet was watching them in amusement, then felt a presence behind her.

"Turning your eyes off of me already?" A deep voice purred almost right into her ear.

Ah, yes, there it was again, the drastic heart rate.

"Lucifer..." Violet turned around at the mellow voice. "I just wanted to tease Mammon a little. He seemed a little down."

"Sure, suit yourself..." Lucifer mumbled casually. "But I seem to be a little down as well... To think you'd end our conversation so quickly..."

Violet exploded into a puzzled blush.

"N-no... That's not... I ... You..."

Lucifer was pinning her down with his gaze, waiting for a coherent reaction. “Then how abou we pick up where we left? I think there´s something you wanted to tell me…”

"Y-you look... A-... Amazing..." she stammered.

"Hm? Could you say that again? Your voice appears to be awfully thin."

She breathed a heavily stressed breath. So Lucifer continued.

"Pardon me? Violet, you appear to be overheating. How come? I would assume your clothing is revealing enough skin to make that impossible..."

Aaand Violet's brain shut down as well.

"Should I help you?" he hummed, stepping even closer. "In comparison to you, I seem to maintain a way cooler head than you do..."

And, being the most flustered he has ever been, Lucifer continued to tease the shit out of Violet for as long as he felt the need to...

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The group was about to dissolve and (finally) head back to work.

The girls, however, had stayed back for a strategy meeting.

"This is bad", Clover blabbered as she was trying to calm down. "I couldn't get up to them with shirts on, how am I supposed to even TALK to any of them when they're in maximum sexy mode?! And it's not only maximum hotness, but did all of them collectively agree to unlock their secret teasing-modes, too?!"

Violet gave a blushing shrug. "... Are you complaining, though?"

"Hnngh... No... But I'm so short on points... If I don't start playing risky, I'll loose..."

Violet smirked at that.

"Yeah" she agreed. "That's a good idea. Look, Solomon's over there all alone, why don't y-"

"Nope” lover interrupted her immediately. “Not going to happen. Nope. I'd rather go up to the demon prince himself. I'd rather get killed by Barbatos TBH."

"Oh, you would get killed..." Violet shivered, thinking back of what happened in the store room earlier.

"Don't care" Clover persisted. "Like, come, demon lord, if I was to touch Solomon's tail today, you may kill me right this instant...!"

#obey me #obey me shall we date #obey me fanfic #obey me bunny event #i had short story as a tag too but thats one fat lie

[mashbits]

so I’m a tiny small brain who accidentally lost the original request bc I hit post instead of save draft 😭 I’m so sorry

but I got a request for an amazonian female mc with the brothers + undatables, so here it is 👉👈

Obey me boys + an Amazonian MC

Warnings ;; n/a

Fem!MC for this one!

Lucifer 🐺

He probably knew what to expect since he selected you

But w o w

He’s definitely a switch

You’re almost as tall as him, making eye-to-eye talks so much easier

He probably assumes you could take care of yourself for the most part, you look strong

But you’re still human

So he keeps an eye out, subtly staying by your side to keep you safe

Lowkey let him feel your muscles

And also if you compliment him. It will boost his ego

Yes he admires strong people don’t judge him

He keeps his cool most of the time, but if you two get closer

Lord Diavolo help him

Mammon 💸

Lowkey he’d be intimidated at first

But remember this boy is a dumbass who doesn’t know how to fear (mostly)

He’d boast about being your protector and stuff all the time

But in reality you’re the one beating up hoe ass demons for him

If you carry him bridal style he will pass away

Here lies Mammon, his human killed him and he’s okay with that

If you show a lot of skin around him he’ll die even faster

Curse his head in the gutter

If you wanna make him happy you can say he’s your hero/compliment his own strength

Coming from you, he will cry

He loves you a lot okay 😭💞

Leviathan 🕹

Tbh he doesn’t care at first

He’s a shut in, yucky otaku anyways

You may be super tall for a human, really strong, beautiful, big thighs-

No! He has more important things to focus on

Like Ruri-Chan

If you show interest in his likes he’ll be hella tsundere about it

But also really happy 👉👈

You probably remind him of one of his favorite female heroine from a game or anime series

Cosplay said heroine and he will faint on the spot

Pls be the big spoon he really needs the affection

Touch starved b a b y

If you show a lot of skin he’ll get a nose bleed I’m telling you

Satan 📚

Oh he’s read about this before

He’s read a lot about humans and their races, cultures, traditions, etc.

He finds it interesting

He’d want to hear it from the source though

He’ll casually ask you about your family, lowkey eager to learn

Fucking nerd I love him

He’d love to see you stand up to Lucifer

Again, despite your strength, he knows demons are very much more powerful than humans

But he’d have fun seeing you try and beat one up

Who am I kidding you would win

You can see his devilish gears running

Admires you and your strength

Asmodeus 💅🏻

You’re so??? Fucking??? Gorgeous?!!??!

What’s your skin care routine 😭

He’ll want to style your hair and feel your body (non-sexually I swear) and just

A b s

Biceps yes pls

He’d want to have fashion shows with you

Definitely goes out to get custom made clothes to better fit your body and shape

Also to show off your muscles

He’ll want to paint your nails and shit too

Just let this boy admire your beauty sob

Ofc no ones as beautiful as him

But goddamn you’re up there

Beelzebub 🍔

Tbh

He doesn’t hawk over you like the others

He’s definitely a personality guy overall sobs

But he’ll want to work out with you if you’re okay with that

He likes that you’re strong and capable, but he also likes everything about you

The hugs

Two strong ppl hugging each other

Pure bliss

He’s definitely larger when it comes to muscles

But that doesn’t matter

Pls just cuddle with him and eat together after working out he’ll appreciate it

Belphegor 🛌

Tall and muscular?

His cup of tea

For a new pillow

He’s used to using Beel for naps, so you best be ready for Belphie to cuddle with you

Naps with you are 👌👌

You feel comfy and familiar, it’s a refreshing feeling

Also doesn’t care about looks, but he will admire your beauty

Strong jaws are his weakness don’t @ me

If you’re dating he’ll want to lazy kiss you all over

Big or little spoon he doesn’t care

As long as he gets strong girl naps 😔✊

Diavolo 👑

Again, he also knew what you’d look like before you arrived

But uh

New queen?? Is that you???

Diavolo will compliment you as much as he can

His hugs with you are also top tier I stg

Proud man

He’s happy you’re fitting in with the program, and definitely feels better knowing you can handle yourself

Strong both physically and mentally is sexy

He will get on one knee

Barbatos 🌓

He’s just following Diavolo man

Definitely finds you interesting however

He’s a scrawny demon sobs

He doesn’t actively seek out to interact with you, but he enjoys talking

Okay look maybe he’ll get a crush on you if he sees you at one of Diavolos parties, dressed up where he can see your curves and muscles still

But he’s a butler, a serious man!

Feelings can’t come first

Pls appreciate him he’s doing his best and succeeding

Solomon 🐍

Again, he finds you interesting

Prefers to watch from the sidelines

Shady bitch but we stan

He’ll make sly comments about you and your strength, but smirk cause he’s got the advantage with magic

He refuses to be submissive I swear

So maybe he’s intimidated and doesn’t want to lose his stance

But at the same time he’ll definitely drop in subtle compliments

You’re hot what can I say

He likes a strong woman wink wonk

Simeon 🕊

He’s so sweet wtf

Like

Body doesn’t matter to him either but he admires you so much from your first meeting??

Humans are so fascinating!

He’s just a good boy pls

He’s the dad to your mom

You’re legally married if you adopt Luke and honestly he’s okay with that

Will also compliment you tons but he compliments both beauty and personality

Luke 🐶

B a b y

You don’t adopt him he adopts you

He’ll hide behind you when he’s afraid of a demon

While denying it of course

But he thinks you’re so cool!! You could fight off the bad demons and he’ll laugh

His mom is a badass (but he’s not allowed to swear)

Protect him with your life or I will

#obey me #obey me leviathan #obey me beelzebub #obey me lucifer #obey me satan #obey me asmodeus #obey me mammon #obey me belphegor #obey me! shall we date #obey me simeon #obey me luke #obey me solomon #obey me diavolo #obey me barbatos #headcanons #obey me headcanons #my babies #i love them #otome

[harunayuuka2060]

Reunion (last part)

Simeon and Lucifer quarreled about what happened to you in the Purgatory Hall. The brothers, Solomon and Luke were trying their best to stop the two from hurting each other.

“How could you let this happened?!!” Lucifer said, glaring intensely at Simeon. The angel glared back at him, refusing to back down.

“Maybe you are the problem here, Lucifer!”

“Dude! Can the two of you fucking shut up? Do you think shouting at each other’s throat will help MC to wake up? No! You two look like fools!” Mammon shouted. All of them stopped.

“Wow, Mammon. You have said something that made sense for the first time.” Asmo commented, doing a slow clap. Beel and the others followed as well.

“Yah! You wanna fight?!”

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Lucifer was cleaning your face while Simeon was preparing your clothes. According to Barbatos, you were in a state of a dream coma, that was why you couldn’t be awakened unless your mind and soul decided to.

“I hope MC will wake up soon.” Simeon said as he started to unbutton your shirt. Lucifer slapped his hand, glaring at him.

“Call Luke, he’ll be the one to do it.”

“Why are you like that, Lucifer? I have no malice in me.”

Lucifer squinted his eyes. Simeon frowned. “Fine. I’ll have Luke to change them.”

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Satan was reading a story to you. Asmo was busy giving you a manicure. And Beel was making sure Belphie would stay on his place, right behind the door.

“Why won’t you allow me to get near MC?” The youngest asked, annoyed at how his twin treated him.

“Do we really need to answer that for you, Belphie?” Satan commented, closing his book.

“Maybe he needs to realize his wrongdoing?” Asmo added, slightly giggling. “Well, I cannot blame Belphie for trying to kiss MC on the lips, I mean, just look at them! So pure and defenseless.”

Beel left Belphie to drag Asmo out.

“Hey! I’m not done with their right hand yet!”

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“MC...” Lucifer sighed as your head was resting on his lap. He was gazing at your sleeping face. You looked so calm yet he doesn’t understand what caused to fall in such deep slumber.

“When will you wake up... It’s been three days already. Everyone is missing you, including me.” He said, crouching a little, just enough to plant a kiss on your forehead. 

“You look like a doting father, Luci...” Simeon said, as he just entered the room. They were both on good terms now as they see how the others were being affected by your condition.

“It wouldn’t happen if I was just careful enough.”

“So am I.” 

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“Let me take MC to my castle. I’ll have the best witch to treat them right away.” Diavolo announced, while Barbatos was already carrying you in his arms. 

“But, Lucifer and Simeon are not here yet.” Luke protested. 

“That wouldn’t be necessary.” 

“My lord, let’s go.” Barbatos called. The two immediately disappeared and the poor angel ran out in a panic.

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When Diavolo and Barbatos reached the castle, they immediately found out the two pact marks that were given to you by Lucifer and Simeon. It turned out that your dream coma was caused by conflicting feeling on whose to side on with your two foster fathers.

Lucifer and Simeon got the information with the help of Cerberus who overheard their whole conversation.

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You were walking in the outskirts of Devildom together with your two fathers. 

“MC, don’t get a husband yet.” Simeon said, in which Lucifer immediately supported his idea.

“Let us bond with you for a longer time.” They both said in unison.

Meanwhile... Diavolo, Satan, and Belphie were watching you from afar since they were forbid by Lucifer to get nearer to you. 

“Should I kidnap MC next time...” Diavolo said with a sigh. The two glared at him.

“Not on our watch.”

#obey me #obey me mc #obey me lucifer #obey me brothers #obey me simeon #obey me fanfic #obey me reunion #last part

[ruewrites]

Birthday Plans

A/N: Alright. Alright. I promise I’m working on requests and chapter 10 of WBT. But I learned Solomon’s birthday is today... And Solodeus birthday smut. That’s it.

AO3

Ship: Solomon/Asmo

Word Count: 1878

Warnings: Smut

Solomon didn’t remember how old he was. Not that it mattered much, time lost its meaning after being alive for so many millenia. He might have forgotten his own birthday if not for-

“There’s my favorite sorcerer!” Ah, Asmodeus. A package hit Solomon’s desk with an audible thump as Asmo plopped down in Solomon’s lap and pecked his lips, “Happy birthday dear.” Long nails ran through his hair and Solomon couldn’t help but let out a sigh. Those nails were always a pleasant experience.

“Thank you Asmodeus,” he smiled, allowing his eyes to close ever so slightly. Asmo was so incredibly warm. What Solomon wouldn’t give to have his warmth constantly about him. Maybe one day, for now he would settle for the tiny moments he had with him. His eyes opened ever so slightly, Asmo’s eyes filled with intrigue.

He felt Asmo’s hands travel from his scalp down to his neck. “Any plans?” he asked, reaching behind himself to grab the package on the desk. Of course Asmo wanted to know what he had planned. Solomon knew his boyfriend, he knew Asmo was expecting him to say something exciting.

With a chuckle, Solomon started to unwrap the package with nimble fingers. The golden letters were what caught his eye first. He traced his finger tips over it before opening the cover. A kiss mark stained the corner of the top page followed by sweeping cursive underneath ‘With all my love.’

He leaned over to peck Asmo’s lips once more, “Well, I have this wonderful book to read now. One I’ve been looking forward to.”

Asmo frowned, “Wait, that’s all you have planned? You’re not going out? Not spending time with friends?”

“I mean, Simeon and Luke went over to help Barbatos with a cake-” He hadn’t been allowed to help. They all said it would be unfair for him to work on his own  birthday cake. Solomon had said he didn’t mind, but they were all so insistent. So he stayed home, knowing they’d stop by later.

Asmo shot up straight with a huff, “Darling it’s your birthday. You could be out clubbing, or exploring ancient ruins, or going on vacation or-”

“Or I could spend it staying in with my magnificent, thoughtful, and gorgeous boyfriend.”

He watched Asmo’s facial expressions contort for a moment. It was funny seeing Asmo caught between wanting to indulge in Solomon’s praise and chewing him out for not making plans to enjoy his birthday. To drive his point home, Solomon nuzzled into him and smirked, “Don’t you want to help me enjoy my day? Being with you, having you by my side all day, I couldn’t imagine anything more wonderful even if I tried. Won’t you indulge me my darling?”

Asmo groaned and leaned into him. “Oh you-” he sighed, “Why must you be like this?” 

Solomon liked staying in, and having a house to himself with his pretty boyfriend surrounded by his books and endless possibilities? Honestly Asmo could disagree all he wanted, but Solomon couldn’t imagine a better way to spend his birthday. Well, people letting him cook would be nice. Maybe one day. He was about to  open up the book once more and offer to make Asmo some tea when he noticed a frilly strap peeking out from Asmo’s sweater. He slid his finger underneath it and tugged it upwards ever so slightly before raising an eyebrow. “This is new, I haven’t seen it before.”

Asmo’s expression quickly changed, a giggle escaped him and he playfully swatted Solomon’s hands away. “You didn’t think that little ol’ book was the only thing I got you, did you?” he purred, readjusting the sleeve of his sweater, “I’m honestly a little disappointed, it was supposed to be a surprise for later.”

Solomon cocked his head, eyes full of intrigue and fingers itching to slip underneath the fabric. If not for Asmo’s ever quick reflexes swatting him away every time he tried, he honestly might have. So instead  he settled for playing with the hem of his sweater, images playing in his mind of what could be underneath. He could feel himself starting to stir. “Later?” he echoed back.

“Later, for when no one else even has the chance of seeing, just a private show for my Solomon,” he smiled, a soft hand coming up to caress his face. Solomon couldn’t help but hold it in place before turning to kiss it.

“We’re all alone now,” he murmured, “They won’t be here for a while. We might not get the chance later.”

Asmo continued to giggle as Solomon kissed up his arm, before he came to his shoulder. The strap was exposed once more, and Solomon caught it in his teeth, glancing up at Asmo with a smirk. Asmo bit his lip and wiggled a bit in his lap, “Oh you do make a convincing point.”

He slid off of Solomon’s lap and put the book back on his desk. Then he leaned forward and pressed his lips against Solomon’s. Solomon didn’t remember standing up, but before he knew it, he was crumpling the pink sweater in his fists, tongue exploring Asmo’s mouth, indulging in the pretty little noises he was making. Asmo knew what Solomon liked, new what got him going. 

“Go make yourself comfortable,” Asmo purred, his lips were puffy and glistening, “Let me put on a show for you.”

Solomon nodded deftly and sat on his bed, watching intently as Asmo sauntered in front of him. Each movement of his hips made Solomon’s pants a little tighter. Asmo was just out of arm's reach as he slowly removed his pants revealing long silky pink socks and black garters. His sweater came down about mid thigh and Solomon swore he’d never seen anything more lovely in his entire life. That was until the sweater came off. Pink and black lingerie. It was frilly and pretty and oh so Asmodeus. Large bow rested just below his chest with a pink gemstone in the center. It covered up all of the right places, but left little to nothing to the imagination. Not that Solomon needed to imagine anything, he’d had plenty of experience with Asmo’s body, but that didn’t stop his breath from hitching when Asmo plopped down between  his legs, cupping the noticeable bulge in his pants.

“Did I do this birthday boy?”  he giggled. He grabbed the zipper, and pulled it down slowly, pulling his pants and underwear down just far enough to release him. Solomon let out a soft groan as Asmo gave him a few experimental strokes. “My, my, so hard already. Don’t worry, I’m gonna take real good care of you,” he smiled, licking the tip ever so slightly, making Solomon’s cock to twitch. 

Solomon loved Asmo’s blow jobs, he was just amazing. Sometimes Asmo would let him grab his hair, other times he'd be forced to hold onto the sheets beneath him for dear life. Asmo always gave attention to the head first, he was slow and methodical in his work. He would take his time making his way down to the hilt, making every inch feel like pure bliss. “Fuck,” he whispered as he felt Asmo tighten around him, tongue working his sweet spots, “Fuck Asmo.” His hips were bucking, fingers on one hand buried deep  in strawberry blonde locks. He was going to cum, and that’s when Asmo popped off.

“You want to?” he smirked, giving the tip a slight peck before nuzzling into the side of Solomon’s thigh. “I’ll let you unwrap me if you’d-” 

A squeak escaped Asmo as Solomon yanked him on top of him, precum smearing against the front of the lingerie. He rummaged underneath his pillow for a moment before presenting Asmo with a small little bottle. What could he say? He was a man of few words. Sometimes. 

“Well, I guess you want to,” he giggled. Slowly he hooked his thumbs inside the waistband of the bottom portion of the lingerie and slowly slid it downwards. Solomon didn’t realize how much he could appreciate thigh highs until that moment. Once Asmo took the bottle from him, he ran his hands up the front of the socks and towards his hips. Oh he had wonderful hips. Then he wandered closer to the back-

“Oh!” Asmo yelped, when Solomon squeezed, “Oh you’re so eager.” As he spoke, he inserted his first finger into himself, and then another, and began to  stretch and prep himself.

“What can I say? I know how to appreciate the good things in life,” Solomon chuckled, watching Asmo’s face at it contorted in pleasure. Soon moans and whimpers started spilling from his lips. Asmo had always been loud. Solomon loved his noises and honestly he thought he’d finish right there, if it hadn’t been for the cold liquid coating his dick and Asmo starting to stroke him. 

When Asmo finally began positioning himself, he winked down at his boyfriend, “Feel free to hold on.”

As if he even needed to say anything. 

No sooner had Asmo sunk down than Solomon was bucking up into him. Asmo whined as he moved up and down, Solomon’s finger tips digging into his hips. Bruises bloomed underneath his grip. He changed his angle slightly and a gasp left Asmo, “Solomon. Please, do whatever you want, you feel so good!”

Their pace picked up, their rhythm became sloppy, Asmo calling out his name more beautiful than anyone else ever could. It was pushing Solomon near the edge.

“I’m going to cum,” he warned. Solomon’s breathing was heavy, a slew of curses leaving his lips until he buried himself deep inside his boyfriend. Asmo squirmed on top of him, wanting more, eyes pleading at the man below him before Solomon reached over to finish him off. It didn’t take long, Asmo had already been close.

With a few strokes Asmo let out a cry, tightened around Solomon, and then collapsed forward into his waiting arms. Solomon peppered him with kisses, relishing in post-orgasmic bliss. If it hadn’t been for The notification from Simeon saying they were heading back home, he would have been content staying like this for the rest of the evening.

“You can wear some of my stuff,” Solomon offered, after he’d cleaned both of them up. While the lingerie had been gorgeous, Solomon wasn’t exactly sure how comfortable it was wearing it around underneath the things Asmo had been wearing. Not to mention, he liked it when Asmo wore his stuff. It was cute.

“You can just ask if you want me to wear your clothes,” Asmo said, “It is your birthday after all, I wouldn’t deny a wish of yours.” With a smirk he slid into a pair of Solomon’s sweatpants.

Oh he had no right to be adorable. 

By the time the others arrived back, the two of them were already curled up on the couch, kissing, and being disgustingly cute. Asmo had been convinced to stay for cake. After all, it was Solomon’s birthday, surely Asmo could enjoy a little cake. They two sat close together, and when no one was looking, Asmo took some of the icing and liked it all too suggestively. Perhaps Solomon would have birthday plans for the evening after all.

#solodeus #soloasmo #asmosolo #asmodeus x solomon #obey me asmodeus #obey me solomon #obey me #smut #solomon's birthday! yay! #happy birthday shady sorcerer man #ruewrites

[well-shit-im-a-morosexual-now]

So, let's say, hypothetically speaking, Lesson 40 was released today.

And, for the sake of the ask, let's assume that I thought that you played said lesson.

Now, am I right? Or am I wrong? And if I'm right, I think you already know where this ask is going...

-Lesson 32 Anon

Hi so I've been crying like a baby for a while now so that's basically how lesson 40 went

Since I'm playing focusing on Mammon as a LI I have no idea what happens when you choose to kiss the others

Also I think diavolo may or may not be in love with MC???? We'll come to that...

SPOILERS FOR LESSON 40

Starts with Levi coming into MC's room to give them boxes of his stuff, because Lucifer's making him clean out all the things he no longer uses. Levi gives MC the signed script from the play they did together as his most important thing. He tells them that it's not dear to him because simeon signed it but instead because it's a testament of the time they spent together. He gets excited about MC being able to summon him to the human world whenever there's a ruri-chan event but then gets sad because he won't be able to hang out with MC anytime he wants. He hugs MC (HE INITIATES IT! IM SO PROUD!) - you get a choice of whether to kiss him or not. He asks MC to be online every night so that they can play together and to get a quality headset so that'll transcend dimensions (how rich does he think mc is!???)

MC nearly kills Beel in the kitchen by pretending to be Lucifer while he eats and making him choke. Beel says that Lucifer's asked him to clean out the fridge so he's eating everything in it. He tells MC as his dearest thing he wanted to give them his favourite food, but then decided to give them his star alongside Belphie's . he tells them those stars are like family to him and he wishes MC had their own so he could always look at it. He tells them to summon him whenever they need to be protected because he may not look like it but he was the head of Lucifer's personal guard in the celestial realm. You get the choice to either hug or kiss him. He then starts listing all the food he wants to try from the human world. He basically says 'hey you might wanna write this down'

MC nearly kills Mammon in his room by pretending to be Lucifer and nearly giving him a heart attack because they're an asshole who doesn't learn. He tells them he's hiding from Lucifer cause he asked Mammon to immediately pay off all his debts which obviously he can't at such short notice because he doesn't have money (also if he did have money he'd obviously buy more stuff without paying off his debts). MC asks him if that means he can't give them money and he goes obviously I'm not giving you a stack of cash as my dearest thing wtf (considering the tall orders from Levi and beel I'm guessing MC really needs that cash). He gives them the chocolate lizard key chain they got from London and says he's LENDING it to them because it's his dearest thing and he wants it back. They tell him they'll keep it with them wherever they go, and they note that he looks like he wants to tell them something else. You get a choice to either tell him it's sad to leave or to ask him whether he's going to kiss MC. If you choose the second he tells them they need to make the first move without just asking him he says some other stuff and they cut him off with a kiss, he asks for more and I'm pretty sure they make out for a bit. He says something like how they won't be able to do this whenever they want anymore and how if they summon him they're stuck with him. Yeah basically he says, 'summon me once and we're getting hitched. Fuck everyone else I'm staying up there with you and never leaving so you better summon me'. He also tells MC he loves them. This is the third (?) time he said it but it's the first time without any outside influence :')

MC hears music coming from Lucifer's secret study, he's drinking and listening to music and oh yeah also he's spiking his drink with the horny juice from earlier in the season.... He tells them that it tastes good mixed with alcohol, but also he's developed something of an immunity to it. He asks them to command him and you can either choose to asks for a kiss or ask for his dearest thing. He tells that they already have his dearest thing and it's the ring of light they're wearing. He tells them that he likes knowing something of his will always be protecting them. and he says that maybe the drink is getting to him because he'd never be this honest. He asks for another command and they ask to stay in the devildom and that makes his affection go up but he says as a human they belong with other humans. He says that now it's his turn to issue a command and the chapter ends.

Later MC's at Simeon, Luke & Solomon's trying out luke's new cake. Simeon talks about going to visit the human world instead of going straight to the celestial realm, Luke wants to but calls Simeon out for always bending the rules and how they shouldn't go without asking Michael. Solomon says they should both come with him and he'll cook for them everyday. They both immediately backtrack and say they're incredibly busy up in the celestial realm. When MC's walking home Luke catches up to them and says he's going to get a final lesson from barbatos and asks them to walk him to the castle since he's scared of being out alone. He tells them that though he initially didn't like it, the devildom was really beautiful and how the celestial realm doesn't have a night time and it's always daylight and how the human world is lucky to have both. MC asks him to come visit and he agrees. At the castle he goes off with barbatos and Diavolo asks MC to come for a walk with him. He tells them that it reminds him of that time when they were together and he spoke about Lilith and meeting Lucifer. He tells them he's embarrassed about how vulnerable he was at that time and asks them to forget it. They tell him they liked seeing that side of him as well, he tells them it's not a very demonic side but he'll try to show it more if it makes them happy. They talk about MC leaving, and rn he's blushing and will continue to blush for the rest of the conversation. he tells them he doesn't want them to leave because they're important to him, backtracks and tells that they're important to the devildom and then backtracks again and says screw it, I'm not speaking as the future king rn but as myself and how he doesn't want them to leave. They tell him they don't want to say goodbye to him either. He tells them that he's lived a very long time and had to say goodbye to many people but how it's never been like this. He tells them he has something important to say to them and just gets out the 'I' before Luke cockblocks him for the 2nd time. Barbatos scolds luke for interrupting them, and Luke says he didn't want the cupcakes to get cold. He asks diavolo what they were talking about and diavolo says it's private. Luke says that Diavolo doesn't seem to like sharing things and diavolo says that he should really know by now how he doesn't like to share. Since a part of this is in bold it feels like a very *HINT HINT* sentence. Anyway in my opinion if it turns out diavolo is in love with MC, the only option from there is a poly relationship with Diavolo, MC and Lucifer because I'm also pretty sure he's in love with Lucifer too so and we all know Lucifer's in love with MC and has complicated feelings about diavolo so...it only makes sense for them all to be in one loving relationship right?

The day before their last, MC takes a tour of all the rooms in the house and goes to the dining room and gets surprised by the brothers + the others throwing a party. Satan says something like 'what's the point of throwing a surprise party? It'd be easier if they knew about it' and Levi says 'sounds like something someone who has never had a surprise party before will say' and then Satan kills Levi on the spot by saying 'have you'. Diavolo snaps his fingers and they all end up in The Fall (really cool power tbh), apparently he's paying for the whole party. We find out via Asmo that Barbatos is a good dancer (TO CLUB MUSIC) and Satan sucks at it. Asmo also hits on barbatos, possibly grinds on him and talks about his ass so there's that.

The angels and humans slip away. Solomon gives Luke orange juice (this is important okay!). Simeon says that they'll have to leave today itself because Michael urgently wants a report about the worlds nearly getting destroyed (MC's spy messaging system shows that Michale actually wants to talk to Simeon about stealing the ring from him. Simeon's whole response to this 'wow someone stole the ring you stole from lucifer? That's terrible! Who would do that!?') And Solomon needs to go back to check on the human world after some witches called him. He tells MC he can't wait to teach them about the human world and there'll be things they didn't even know about. Luke thanks MC for teaching him not be racist. Yup. He tells them that coming here he was scared that they'll be eaten by a demon or corrupted by the brothers but they proved him wrong by befriending them. That they helped him realise that just like how the angels are not all the same, demons and humans are not all alike either. And he shouldn't judge demons just by what he thinks they'll be like. And how he wants to learn more about humans as well. He admits that he'll miss the devildom. MC thanks him and asks him to watch over them. They ask Solomon to look after the human world and he tells them soon they'll be able to look after it with him. Levi comes to drag them back to the party

The next day MC wakes to darkness and the brothers arguing. Turns out the brothers' plan to keep MC is to literally dump them in a sack and kidnap them. You get the choice to scream or struggle or stay silent. They dump MC back out in the underground tomb. Mammon asks them if they're alive, belphie says why the fuck would you ask that, mammon says that humans can get killed really easily and belphie says Jesus stop lingering on that. Satan says there should be a secret passageway from the tomb to lead to the outskirts of the devildom and that they need to go before Lucifer wakes up. I'm in tears their plan is to literally kidnap MC and run away from home??? They're all leaving the things that fuel and/or enable their sins just to be with MC!???? MC who for once has a braincell asks them whether they're forgetting something, just in time for Cerberus to nearly kill them all. While they're screaming and trying to run Lucifer comes and gets Cerberus under control. Beel accidentally spills their plan while belphie tries to get him to shut up. Lucifer sighs and ends up giving them directions to leave the house and the devildom. When MC asks him to come with them he says he'll catch up. Sometimes I forget he's the one who led a rebellion against God in order to keep his family together. (I want you to know that the brothers spoke about their plan - with code words - IN THE GROUP CHAT ANSJSNS OBVIOUSLY LUCIFER WAS GOING TO FIND OUT)

They end up around a campfire in this desert like area arguing about where to go from here because they have no clear plan. Only for diavolo and barbatos to show up. Diavolo says he knew they'd do this but it's still funny to see that they attempted it (HIS BUTLER CAN SEE THE FUTURE YOU IDIOTS!?), one of the brothers wonders if Lucifer ratted them out only for Lucifer to turn up behind them and say he didn't and to lowkey scold them for getting caught so soon even after he told them the way. Diavolo is genuinely surprised that Lucifer helped them. Barbatos seems genuinely pissed off. Mammon tells diavolo that they did it cause none of them want MC to leave and then he calls Diavolo out and says he doesn't want MC to leave either. Diavolo (FINALLY) asks MC what they want to do. You have a choice to say, leave to the human world, stay in the devildom, or to not get separated from everyone. If you choose the 3rd option Lucifer's affection goes up. (I love how each time you choose something that supports the 'we're a fucking family' option Lucifer's affection goes up).

Diavolo tells MC that while he wishes they could stay, he doesn't want them to be a demon or angel. He wants them to be a human and to do that they can't stay in the devildom. He tells them that he wants them by his side to help him unite the three worlds and to do that they must learn equally about all three worlds which is why rn he needs them back in the human world. Barbatos opens a portal to the human world

And now I start crying - an ending song starts playing as each of the brothers say their goodbyes. I think the song's sung by Asmo's VA? I dunno that shit had me full on sobbing. I can't remember the details about each of the goodbyes and I can't remember beel's at all because it was the first and i wasn't the least bit prepared (also my vision may have been blurred...) - Satan asks MC to summon him so that they can go check out bookshops together and to summon him first, Asmo tells them to summon him every night and he'll hold them in his arms and shower them in love, Levi tells them that he's gonna stop buying games so that he can come up to the human world and buy games with them, belphie tells them he had a dream where all three worlds were combined and where they won't have to be apart, Mammon tells them that all this time he thought that money and cars and things were all he needed to be happy but that they made him happier than any of that and he asked them not to forget him. Lucifer tells them to be happy and how he wasn't going to say goodbye because he'll see them soon. He tells them he loves them. (Lucifer's speech reminds me of what he told Lilith when she died/was reincarnated). The songs continues to play as the cast is thanked. They all get a little animation, usually of them smiling softly and/or blushing in front of a background. The demons are all in their demon forms. Most of them have their bedrooms as the background. And because I'm a Mammon simp his one is my fav cause the back ground is the carnival from lesson 25 where they went on a date and the animation is a somewhat cocky smirk that morphs into a blush while he looks away. In the end they thanked the player over the background of MC's room and I choked. The last shot is a black background with rays of light shining from the corner.

I am deceased.

#asks #answers #obey me #obey me spoilers #obey me shall we date #lucifer x mc #lucifer x reader #mammon x mc #mammon x reader #diavolo x mc #diavolo x reader #obey me diavolo #obey me lucifer #obey me mammon #obey me leviathan #obey me satan #obey me asmodeus #obey me beelzebub #obey me belphegor #obey me simeon #obey me solomon #obey me luke #obey me barbatos

[dexpairs-blog]

My MC Ciel and Beelzebub headcanons

I'm bored so take this lol. Reminder that this hcs are PLATONIC. also, it's probably not all about Beel but uh,, idc. It also contains some general headcanons. I'm gonna do proper hcs for him maybe later lol

TW: mentions of trauma, Ch.16 related issues, cursing, Ciel being petty?? (idk ).

ah yes, ✨SOFT BIG BOY HOURS✨

At first Ciel was a little intimidated by him, because he's HUGE.

They bond over food, the First time they talked Beel asked them if they had food and they pulled out a bag with 20 cherryXplosion (it's a popular candy in Italy, it's also my favourite lol) and they shared it.

Also, when Beel got mad at Mammon for eating his custard he never touched Ciel, he never laid a finger on them.

He saw Mammon showing the custard in their mouth and Ciel refusing to swallow it bc it wasn't theirs.

He still destroyed their room tho rip-

When they shared a room it was kinda awkward lol, but they got along almost immediately. They started talking about foods and he learned that they were really picky because of their sensory issues.

So now when he know there's something they don't like HE'S WILLING TO TRADE, he trades something from his plate he knows they like with said food. He also learns how to cook foods in certain ways so they don't have a "yucky texture" as Ciel says.

Ciel Is so grateful for that🥺 they make him pasta, HOMEMADE pasta and HOMEMADE bolognese sauce as a thanks. Oop he's a fan of their cooking now.

Their relationship is really wholesome, they're just babies being babies.

After the pact with him they can be seen hanging out togheter often, he likes to carry Ciel around on his shoulders.

HIS HUGS ARE SO SOFT AND GENTLE 😭💕 while Ciel likes to squeeze him with all of their strenght he's really gentle with them. Baby boy know he could crush them if he's not careful.

He thinks it's adorable the fact that Ciel squeezes him as hard as they can but it doesn't affect him in the slightest, they're so tiny compared to him🥺

Ciel likes playing with his hands, they're huge. Sometimes when they get distracted at rad meetings they absentmindedly reach for his hand comparing it to their tiny one, HAJDYEKHDIS IT'S SO CUTE OH MY GOSH AAAA.

They like to cup their cheeks with his hands for the same reason, his hand alone is just as big as their skull lol.

The brothers are jealous now-- now their all take turns to play with Ciel's cheeks AAAAA 😔

Dia also joins, don't leave him out 😡

Lol the meeting is completely forgotten now, they're all playing with their cheeks and tiny hands👀

This is what you get for being baby Ciel😡 jk jk-

The other side characters may or may not get involved as well.

Ok now some angst-

After the incident™ Ciel locked themselves in their room for a while and only got out for breakfast, rad, lunch and dinner.

Y'know, they just fucking witnessed their own death. And got almost killed for the 5/6th time, it's obvious that this kid had a lot of trauma to internalize.

After two weeks of this they just moved to purgatory hall, Lucifer was being bitchy bc their grades were getting lower.

Beel felt horrible, he knew it wasn't his fault but he couldn't help to blame himself for this.

Belphie felt even worse, the whole House of Lamentation was a chaos when they left.

At first they didn't seem to realize how badly this whole thing affected the poor child, they slowly realized as the time passed.

They all felt like monsters not realizing that they not only made Ciel internalize so much trauma, but they also wanted them to act as if nothing happened AND the fact that they're Lilith descendant.

Meanwhile at purgatory hall, Ciel vented to Simeon and Solomon. They preferred to leave Luke out of this.

They stayed there for almost a month, Simeon basically became their therapist and so did Barbatos.

The healed from this pretty quickly thanks to them and Solomon and Luke distracting them.

For the time they were there they shared a bed with Luke, simeon didn't want them to sleep on the couch despite Ciel protesting and saying that it wasn't a big deal.

Ciel and Luke have matching pajamas you can fight me on this.

They also helped everyone around the dorm, Simeon had to do the laundry? Cool, can i help?(they ended up Just watching bc it was confusing-), Solomon do you need help with the dishes?, Luke lemme help you make dinner! Actually, why don't you just sit and relax? I'll do it for you!

Tbh Simeon and Solomon were surprised, Lucifer always complained about how messy they were or how they never helped him. (Lmao it's actually bc of his attitude- cause if you ask them they're always willing to help) and yes, they were messy but they try their best ok?

Also, they need Simeon ironing their clothes because they can't do it. Or they need Solomon to help them with the washing machine. They need help with the 'adult stuff' as they call it.

Simeon please teach this child how to fold clothes in the right way, their clothes are always full of wrinkles😫

At some point they just straight up go to Barbatos to help them with these things.

Ciel calls Simeon 'mom' unironically, Solomon jokes about it but they both don't care. He thinks it's so sweet🥺 him? A mom? He's soft. Solomon also thinks It's cute.

Lmao they influenced Luke and he does it too. He did it once by mistake and he's flustered lol.

Speaking of Luke, they always try to be a good example for him. Simeon really appreciates that, he's so grateful that they know where it's time to act mature.

That's why they're always the first option when he needs someone to babysit Luke.

BACK WITH THE BOYS

They all came to purgatory hall to apologize. Even LUCIFER and he was CRYING, him CRYING.

Ciel forgave them but they still stayed for a bit longer, they were still so uncomfortable around Belphegor.

At least they get to hang out togheter!

When they hang out it's just the two of them at first. They are still good friends and they helped him cope in a healthier way instead of stress-eating.

Belphie and Ciel actually became friends towards the end of the year, yes they made the pact during Diavolo's birthday party but they still didn't hang out much.

As i previously said, Ciel was petty at him, they would do everything to make him upset. By hogging Beel 24/7 to straight up pour a bucket of ice on his face when he's napping.

They would only smirk and say "now we're even" and then leave. He noticed how they would act tough around him even tho they were literally shaking in their boots and flinching every time he got close.

The kid has guts, he respects that.

They only stopped when they were told that it would also affect Beel, they felt bad.

From them on they just straight up avoided him.

Lucifer got fed up and locked them in a room togheter.

they both vented, and eventually Ciel forgave him completely.

Now Beel, Belphie and Ciel all hangout togheter :)

Happy Beel noises

Turns out Ciel and Belphie have a similar sense of humor

Beel is glad that their family is back togheter🥺

All of the brothers remind Ciel that they care about them a lot and not because of the fact they're Lilith's descendant, they constantly remind this to them.

Beel is always the one picking Ciel up from therapy, Lucifer decided it's best for them to see a therapist after this whole thing.

He was right. They go regularly and it helps a lot.

They go get ice cream togheter 😎

Sometimes Belphie joins too

Now Ciel and Belphie are always talking about running away togheter with Beel

LOL

Beel is glad their family got a new younger sibling.

Also, Beel, Belphie and Ciel have naps togheter, fight me.

Ciel is the little spoon, they just get squeezed between the two demons, it makes them feel safe.

#obey me #obey me shall we date #obey me beelzebub #ocCiel

[justcallmefox89]

Truth or Dare Part 9 - Diavolo’s Ending

The Demon Lord’s castle is in an uproar and Mammon steps up to hold things together.  The Devildom gets a visit from two unforeseen visitors who have the ability to change the course of fate.

Written from the perspective of a female OC

NSFW - threesome, guy on guy, penetrative sex, anal sex, unprotected sex, shower sex.........filth.  It’s just smutty, smutty filth.

TWs - discussions of death and dying

Mood List:

Jonathan Young - A Whole New World (cover) Max - Lights Down Low Jarryd James - Do You Remember The Killers - Smile Like You Mean It Hozier - Almost

I feel nauseous and my head is pounding.  

Too much Demonus, not enough water.  I am never going to The Fall with Asmo ever again.  Never. 

A strong pair of arms surround me, holding me up.

“Fuck off Asmo.....this is all your fault,” I say, slurring.

“I assure you my darling, I am not Asmodeus and this situation is in no way his fault,” a voice behind me says, light and airy, tinkling like wind chimes swaying in the breeze.  

I recognize that voice.

“She’s right,” another voice chimes in.  “This is a situation borne of your own stupidity.”  A pause.  “Took courage though. You must have a pair of brass balls on you, human.  You get that from my side I’m sure.”  

A sardonic chuckle.

Low and husky, this voice sounds a lot like mine.  But there’s something else.....something darker, dangerous.  Something that brings to mind prey running through a forest at twilight, being pursued by something shadowy and quick and ominous, leaves and grass rustling as something runs for its life.      

I blink, blearily trying to focus, when a face pops up right in front of mine.

“Holy motherfucking fucking fuck!”  I yelp and stumble back.  

The face frowns, and when I look a little closer I realize I’m gazing into a pair of green eyes that look startlingly like my own.  I don’t know the owner though.  This woman’s long chestnut hair is held back from her face in a series of braids, her skin streaked with decorative lines that have been painted on by something chalky and blue.

“Language,” the voice from behind reprimands me softly.

“Sorry,” I say automatically, turning around.  

I know you.

Her skin is pale, like mine, but she has soft, dove grey eyes and flowing white hair.  White hair like........ like Mammon’s.

“Where’s Mammon?  Where’s Diavolo?”  I ask, whipping my head around, realizing I’m in Diavolo’s study.  

Everything looks hazy and out of focus, like a soft watercolor painting.  I see a group of men huddled around something on the floor, and breathe out a small sigh of relief when I hear Mammon and Diavolo speaking, although I can’t make out what they’re saying.

I face the pale woman again as the dark haired woman looks on impassively.

“Lilith why are you here?  Is it safe for you to be here?” 

The other woman snorts.  “We’re not in the Devildom, child.”

“Then where are we?”  I ask, panicky.

“A....purgatory of sorts,” Lilith answers carefully.

Purgatory?  But that’s for .................flames.....Mammon screaming.  Blood.  Skin burning.  Pain, so much pain.  Oh shit.

“I died?”  I swallow hard.  “Then the ritual didn’t work.”

The dark haired woman scowls.  “You’re not too far gone for us to help you, but you’ve sure pushed the limit of what we can do.”

“Oh fuc-”

“Arianthi!”  Lilith fixes me with a stern look.

“Sorry,” I mumble, avoiding her eyes.  “So I’m just a little bit dead?”

Lilith nods.  “There’s still enough time to for us to send you back.” 

A sound from far off in the distance drifts towards us.  Something that sounds like wood creaking and groaning, waves pounding against rocks.  And an unearthly haunting melody, underscored with eldritch screams.  It’s beautiful and terrible all at once, and I fight the urge to clap my hands over my ears.  My eyes dart around the room, searching for the origin of the noise.

“We don’t have any more time Lilith, we have to go.  NOW!”  The other woman hisses.

“I know Morrigan, I know.”  Lilith grabs my shoulders and bends down so we’re eye to eye.  “We can’t help you anymore after this. The Demon King is powerful, but he isn’t invincible.  And soon, even he won’t be able to deny your place in the Devildom hierarchy.”  

She flashes me a secretive smile.   

“You’ve drawn attention from other powerful beings though, so be on your guard.  Mammon will protect you, stay close to him.”  She kisses my forehead and gives me another smile.  “I’m proud of you.  Both of you.  Tell him that.”

I nod and she moves away, Morrigan stepping into her place.  She cocks her head to the side and looks at me curiously.  

“We don’t know each other, but you’ll learn of me soon enough.  You’ve always been one of my favorites; the first one of mine to wreak such chaos in hundreds of generations.”  She smirks at me.  “You’re entertaining, I’ll give you that.” 

The noise from earlier sounds like it’s getting closer.  She takes my hands in her own.  “Diavolo is a fine demon and he will be a wonderful ruler.  You chose well.  Be good to each other.”  

She presses a her lips to my forehead then roughly shoves me back.

WHUMP.

Shiiiiiiit.  Pain.  So much pain.  All the pain.  

“No, no, no, no,.......not again baby, please not again.  Come back....”  Mammon

“Solomon do something!”  Diavolo.

“I’m trying, I’m trying!”

My eyes don’t want to open and my body is sore and stiff.  I’m restricted, feeling claustrophobic.  I jerk and try to struggle free of whatever is holding me.

“Oi!”   

I try to stretch and blink my eyes rapidly until they stay open.  My clothes are in tatters, and the smell of fire and ashes surrounds me.  I try to breathe in but my chest constricts, my lungs unwilling to take in oxygen.  

“Arianthi?!”

Two pairs of arms tightly wrap around me, sandwiching me between two powerful bodies.  I can see Barbatos and Solomon over Mammon’s shoulder, their eyes wide.   

I heave to one side, breaking the boys’ hold on me, and roll up onto my knees. My back and legs feel leaden, and it takes all my effort to stay upright.  I try to say something, but end up coughing, trying to force stale smoke from my lungs.

Diavolo drapes his coat over me and Mammon rubs my back soothingly, urging me to relax.

“I got ya baby,” he murmurs reassuringly.  “Get it all out.”

Diavolo motions for Barbatos and gives him a series of whispered instructions.  Barbatos nods several times, then rushes out of the study, turning back to look at me one last time.  

I let out another harsh, hacking cough.  

“The fuck did you do to me Solomon?”  I mutter.  

Diavolo kneels and pulls my hair back from my face, easing some on my claustrophobia.  

Solomon barks out a surprised laugh.  “It really is you,” he says delightedly.  

“Of course it’s me, you fucking cut rate Harry Potter.”  I’m swaying on my hands and knees, exhausted.  “What happened?  Why is everything so heavy?”

Mammon helps me up to my knees and leans me against his chest.

“Are you real?  You’re really back?”  he whispers, hesitant and hopefully.

I nod, grateful to have him holding me upright.

He stays silent.  Uncertain.

“I was the one who kissed you, our very first time,” I begin, speaking slowly.  “We sneaked out after Lucifer did his room inspections that night.  We started at The Fall but we wound up at Hell’s Kitchen so you could play cards.”

Mammon’s heart is pounding in his chest, getting faster and faster with my every word.

“We had been there forever.  I was ready to go home.  But you were drinking and you were winning so you wanted to stay.  We made a bet on the next game.  If you win, we stay and you get a kiss.  If you lose, we go home and I got to pick a movie for us to watch together on our next movie night.”

Mammon’s fingers are stroking my cheek, listening intently to each low, labored word.  Diavolo kneeling next to me fades away; it’s just us two in this moment.  

“You lost.  It was raining outside and we had to run back to the House of Lamentation..... you were bitching and moaning the whole time.”  I grin at the memory.  “We couldn’t get in when we got home.  Lucifer figured out we were gone and locked us out.  I was cold and wet and tired of you bitching so I finally asked....” 

 I stop to cough.

“Ya asked me if I would shut the hell up if ya gave me that kiss I was asking for earlier,” Mammon picks up the story.  

“And you looked at me and said, “Maybe”.”  I croak out a laugh.  “So I pushed you against the door and kissed you.  We just stayed out there, kissing for I don’t even know how long.  Until Lucifer let us in.”

Mammon looks down at me, his eyes shining with unshed tears.  “It really is you,” he whispers.  

“Told you so.”

He gives me a soft kiss.  “Don’t ya dare ever do somethin’ like that again.  Ya ain’t allowed to leave me ever again.”

“How long was I out?”  I ask.

“You weren’t out baby.”  His voice breaks.  “You were gone.”

“No,” I shake my head.  “I saw you.  I was here.  I  - AH!”  

A blinding pain sears up my spine and it feels like someone has stuck their finger into a bundle of raw nerves.  

I look over my shoulder and see Diavolo touching my back delicately with one finger.  “Dia stop!”

The pain is so intense that the corners of my vision start to go dark.  I feel a heavy weight pulling me backwards, and something soft and fluttery tickles the back of my neck and waist, while something muscular and thick wraps around my left leg.   

I’m panting, on my hands and knees, waiting as the pain starts to level out.  “What was that?  What just happened?” 

Diavolo and Mammon snap to attention, Diavolo helping me up and Mammon arranging his coat so all my important bits are covered up.  The minute Diavolo lets go of my arm I start to fall, dragged backwards by an unfamiliar weight.

“I got you princess.”  Diavolo picks me up and I cling to him like a baby koala as he strides out of the study and up to our bedroom, Mammon following us. 

“Solomon, go ahead and stay in your usual room for the time being.  We’ll need to talk after we help Arianthi get cleaned up and we all get some rest,” Diavolo orders him. 

Diavolo is moving so quickly I can’t catch Solomon’s reply.  He doesn’t stop until we’re standing in front of the full length mirror in our bedroom.   I slide down to the floor and turn to face the mirror, Mammon on my right and Diavolo on my left.  

“Oh my dark lord,” I breathe.  

Mammon and Diavolo are grinning like idiots.

“Hang on baby, we got ya,” Mammon says.  He gently presses his hands between my should blades and massages softly while Diavolo bends down and carefully unwinds something from around my leg. 

Large, black feathered wings fan out behind me, matted and bloody, and a long tail coils behind me, thick and muscular, covered by black leathery skin.  My green eyes have taken on a golden sheen, mirroring Diavolo’s.  Mammon and Diavolo stand and return to my side.  

“We did it,” I whisper.

“You did it princess,” Diavolo murmurs.  “You came back all on your own.”  

He pulls me into a hug, careful of my new wings and the tender skin of my back.  

“l thought I lost you,” he whispers, kissing my forehead.  

“I told you a long time ago that I was tough,” I whisper back.  

“I’ll never doubt you again princess,” he says with a low chuckle.  

I look back into the mirror and wince.  I’m covered in blood, ashes, and various other substances I don’t care to think about.

Mammon’s arms snake around my waist and he kisses my cheek.  

“Don’t worry baby, we can stay here and clean ya up right.  Love on ya some.  Take all the time in the world,” he murmurs suggestively, smirking over at Diavolo.  

“Wait!  They were there!”  I grab Diavolo’s arm.  “Did you guys see them?”

“Hey, breathe princess.  Breathe for me.”  Diavolo rubs my shoulders, large hands warm and comforting.  “Who are ‘they’?”

I look back and forth between Mammon and Diavolo.  “Lilith and this other woman.  They sent me back.”

Mammon goes rigid at the mention of his sister.  “Lilith was there?”

I nod rapidly.  “She said I was in some sort of purgatory and I was only a little bit dead, but there was enough time for them to send me back.  I could see you in the study but it was all fuzzy.  She said that Diavolo’s dad was ‘powerful but not invincible’.”   

I stop to suck in some air.  Diavolo looks troubled and Mammon looks gobsmacked.

I take Mammon’s hand.  “She said you would always protect me.  And that she was proud of you.  She wanted me to tell you that.  That she was proud of you.”

He tears up, carefully folding me into his embrace.  He sniffles a little as I hug him tightly.  

“Arianthi?”  Diavolo asks quietly.  “Who else was there?  You said two women were there.  Who was there besides Lilith?”

I twist in Mammon’s arms to face Diavolo, staying firmly in Mammon’s embrace.  “I didn’t know her.  Her name was Morrigan.  I’ve never seen her before.”

“You’re sure her name was Morrigan?”  Diavolo asks, studying me carefully.

“That’s what Lilith called her.  Do you know her Dia?” 

“I never knew her.  She’s older than my father even.  I wasn’t even sure she existed to be perfectly honest,” Diavolo says, baffled.  “I’ll have to go through some books in the library tomorrow to make sure, but from what I remember of the old stories she was a very powerful demon.  The ancient Celts worshiped her as their goddess of destruction and war.  There’s been no mention of anyone seeing her in...............forever.”

“So sayin’ this Morrigan was the one with Lilith, why would she care about our girl?”  I can hear the confusion in Mammon’s voice.

“She said I was one of her’s.  She said that more than once Dia.”

Surprise spreads over Diavolo’s features.  “What else did she say?”

I close my eyes, trying to think back to Morrigan’s exact words.  

“She said I was entertaining and the first one of her’s to cause so much chaos in generations.  She said I was one of her favorites.  That you were a fine demon and you’ll be a great ruler.”  I smile.  “She said I chose well.  And that we need to be good to each other.”

When I open my eyes I see Diavolo staring at me intently.  He starts to laugh, tears forming at the corner of his eyes.

“What’re ya laughing at?”  Mammon sounds irritated.

“If she truly is one of Morrigan’s it means that Arianthi is descended from a demon as well as an angel.”

“What?!”

“Ow Mammon,” I frown, rubbing my ear.  “Too loud.”

“Sorry baby.”  He gives my ear a soft kiss.  “Ok, so our girl has demon and angel blood.  So what?”

I chew on my lower lip, thinking.  “Do you think she might have been lying about who she was?  Lilith would have known if she was lying right?”

Diavolo frowns and scrubs his hands over his face.  “I don’t know princess.  I really don’t know.  We’ll figure it though, I promise.”

I shuffle from side to side, itchy and ready to be clean again.  I don’t know what else to say.

“Alright.  That’s enough.  We’ve been awake for too damn long and Arianthi needs a shower. Hell, we all do,” Mammon says, taking charge.  “C’mon.  Inta the shower with both of ya.”

Mammon leads us into the bathroom, shutting the door softly.  He gathers me close and kisses me, gently pulling Diavolo’s coat and what’s left of my clothes away from my body.  

I hear Diavolo turning on the shower behind us, warm steam and the scent of vanilla wafting towards us, and the sound of his clothes softly hitting the tile floor.  Mammon puts his hands on my hips, backing me towards the shower, lips never leaving mine.

I stop moving when I feel Diavolo’s body at my back and his hands run over Mammon’s on my hips.  Mammon breaks our kiss long enough to shuck off his clothes, then gently urges Diavolo and I into the shower.

This shower is now officially as close to heaven as I’m ever going to get. 

A glorious artwork of glass and tile, with multiple shower heads, and more than large enough to fit all of us comfortably.........perfection.

I stand under the spray of water for a few minutes in silence, rinsing the worst of the blood and vomit from myself.  

“Who’s going to tell me what happened after everything went dark?”  I finally ask, as gently as I can.  

Mammon and Diavolo switch places, Mammon moving behind me while Diavolo faces me.

“What’s the last thing you remember?”  Diavolo asks, pouring some body wash into his hands, and then passing the bottle over my head to Mammon.

“Fire.  You two in front of me.  My skin was......burning.”

He stays silent as he runs soapy hands over my arms and chest.  “We tried to get to you but the fire kept us back.  It wasn’t natural.....it burned us when we tried to get through.”

I jump as I feel Mammon’s hands on my wings, long dexterous fingers cleaning and smoothing feathers, tucking them into place.

“Shhhh baby,” he says quietly.  “I’ll have ya all clean and feelin’ better in no time.”

“By the time the fire was low enough for us to get to you,” Diavolo pauses, his jaw clenched.  “You weren’t breathing but you were......”

“Lookin’ normal again.  Not burned.  Like nothin’ had happened,” Mammon says curtly, finishing for him.  His touch becomes rough for a second, and he immediately softens as I flinch.  “Sorry baby.”

I look down at my arms and legs; my skin is unmarked, not even a scratch.  I look back up at Diavolo in confusion.

“Barbatos heard the screams.  Solomon started looking for another ritual, one to bring you back.......” Diavolo trail offs.  

“How long was I gone?  It couldn’t have been that long.”

“Too goddamn long,” Mammon grunts behind me as Diavolo answers, “About twenty minutes.”

I start gnawing on my thumbnail anxiously.  

Dying twice in one year isn’t a good track record.  

A tapping sound echoes against the tile drumming in beat with the thoughts running though my mind.

“Arianthi?”  Diavolo holds my face in his hands.  “Calm down.  You need to breathe princess.”

“I’m calm, I’m totally calm,” I respond quickly.  

“Baby?”  Mammon rubs my shoulder and then points down.  My tail is tapping out a staccato beat on the tile floor of the shower.

“Oh.”  I make a conscious effort to slow my breathing and relax my body.  My tail - god how fucking weird is that - slows, then finally stills.  “Is that how it always is?”

“Yeah,” Mammon answers, continuing to preen my wings.  “It’s just another body part ya learn how to control.  Ya get used to it after a while.”

“How do I put them back?”

Diavolo shrugs.  “It’s not hard.  Relax and try to clear your mind from everything else.  Then just picture your human form.”

“Give me a few more seconds back here.”  Mammon tucks the last few feathers into place, smoothing the barbs down.  “Alright, give it a try baby.”

I close my eyes, concentrating on the steam and the noise of water hitting tile.  I picture myself like I was before the ritual, when I was truly happy, tucked safely in bed between Mammon and Diavolo.  There’s a moment of sharp pain, and then the extra weight on my back and shoulders vanishes.  

“Ya did it!”  Mammon says proudly, kissing my neck.

I turn in his arms, lacing my hands behind his neck.  He surges forward and presses his lips to mine.  He licks along my lower lip, then gives it a harsh nip.  I open my mouth, eagerly allowing him access.  His tongue strokes mine and his hands slide over my waist and down my hips, moving to caress my ass.  

Maybe it’s the rush of being a newly turned demon, or maybe I’m just happy to not be dead, but I need to feel his body against mine.  His warmth makes me feel alive, his mouth against mine sparking a familiar heat low in my core.  I just need.

Diavolo presses against my back, cock hard and firm against my ass.  His hands run over my sides, reaching forward to stroke Mammon’s cock.  Mammon moans into my mouth, his hips rutting forward against Diavolo’s hand.  I card my hands through his hair, tugging his head to the side and kissing his neck.  

We spent a few minutes teasing and touching, reaffirming our connection to each other.  Reassuring each other that we’re all together and safe.  Diavolo suddenly pulls back, surprising me and Mammon.

I feel Diavolo’s eyes on me and I turn around to face him.  “What are you thinking about Dia?”

His eyes cloud over and he flushes with shame, looking guilty.  

“I should never have pushed you to do that,” he whispers.  “I was so afraid of losing you that I didn’t think about anything else and you......” He chokes up.  “You died.  That was my fault.  I was so sure I was right that I willingly put you in danger.  I killed you.”

“Oh Dia, no.  Don’t do that.”  I step into his arms, wrapping my arms around his waist and laying my head against his chest.  “I agreed to it.  I took that risk.  And it worked out.  I’m here and I’m fine,”  I try to reassure him.

“Because someone else interfered and brought you back,” Diavolo challenges me.  

I stay silent, unable to argue.  Mammon hugs Diavolo, leaning his head against his shoulder, offering silent comfort.  

“If that hadn’t happened and Solomon couldn’t figure out a way to bring you back.............”  Diavolo’s voice is bitter and filled with self-loathing.  

I don’t know what to say.  What he’s saying is true but oddly, I’m not angry about it.  

I’m not dead, I’m strong enough to live through whatever his father may throw at us, and I get to stay with Diavolo and Mammon without worrying about old age, or any of the other dangers that come with being human in the Devildom.

“Diavolo.  Shut up,”  Mammon commands.  Diavolo looks down at him in confusion, stunned into obedience.  “I’m still not happy about the heavy handed way ya went about it, but it ended up bein’ the best decision.  Arianthi’s here and she’s fine.  Better than fine.  I just wanna enjoy the fact that our girl is safe and she’s here.  And she’s like us now.....We don’t have to worry about losin’ her ever again.”  

Mammon sounds exhausted.  “I just wanna enjoy havin’ both of ya with me.  We can figure everything else out later.  Can we just focus on lovin’ each other for a few hours instead of all this other bullshit?  Get some damn rest?”  

I’m very conscious of the fact that we’re all still naked, slick with water and steam from the shower, and I’m eager to forget the last 12 hours.

Is that all it’s been?  This night has gone on forever.

“Mammon’s right Dia,” I murmur, running my hands over his chest and down his stomach.  

“We just pulled off something totally insane.”  My hand strays even lower, stroking his cock.  “Let’s celebrate a little bit, show how much we love each other.”

“Fuck princess.”  Diavolo chuckles, moving his hands under my thighs, lifting me up and pressing my back against the wall of the shower.  The cool tile is soothing against the tender skin of my back, and Diavolo is careful to not be too rough with me.  

“You two present a very powerful argument,” Diavolo says, smirking at me.

I wrap my legs around his waist and wiggle against him.  “Wasting time Dia.”

The head of his cock brushes against my clit, and I buck my hips against him, urging him to hurry.  He gives a low grunt and slowly lowers me onto his cock.  I’m slick with arousal, ready for him without any of our usual prep.  I moan as his cock stretches me, burying my face into his neck.  

Encouraged by my noises of enjoyment Diavolo thrusts up into me, eager but cautious, not wanting to hurt me.  I snake a hand up the back of his neck and into his hair, giving it a sharp yank.

“Faster,” I whisper into his ear, softly biting his earlobe. 

I look over Diavolo’s shoulder and see Mammon standing behind him, running his hands and mouth over Diavolo’s back.  He marks him with love bites, lowering his hands to massage Diavolo’s thighs.  

Diavolo shudders at his touch and moves his hips faster, rutting up into me hard when Mammon slips a slender finger in his ass, teasing and stretching, preparing Diavolo for what’s coming next.

Diavolo groans with lust.  “Mammon.........Arianthi....” he pants.

Mammon sinks his teeth into Diavolo’s shoulder, adding a second finger, never losing his rhythm.  “Better fuck our girl a little harder than that, she’s not making enough noise.”    

Diavolo obeys his command and I cry out, the sound echoing off the tile of the shower.  

“Fuck!”  I whimper, clinging tight to his shoulders, as his cock pounds into my pussy at the perfect angle.  

My legs tighten around his waist as I cum, pussy clenching around his thick cock, urging him to cum with me as Mammon finger fucks his ass.

“Nah,” Mammon teases, stilling the motions of his hand.  “You’re not cummin’ yet Diavolo.”

Diavolo whimpers, rutting into me.  “Please....please don’t stop now.”

“Let’s move to the bed,” I murmur, kissing him and biting at his lower lip.  “Let us take care of you Dia.”

Diavolo reluctantly releases me while Mammon turns off the shower.  The short trip to the bed seems to take forever; Diavolo is tense with lust and the stress of the past day, and he keeps sneaking touches and kisses from us until Mammon slaps his hand away.  He pushes Diavolo onto the bed, keeping me by his side.

“Bend over,” he growls, pushing me forwards a little.  “Hands on the mattress.”  

I obey while Diavolo looks on in confusion.  Mammon runs his hands down my spine, stroking slowly, before moving his hands a little lower to arch my hips until they’re just so.  Diavolo looks on, biting his lip, while Mammon slowly thrusts his cock into my pussy, inch by inch.  His makes a small whining noise, watching Mammon fuck me, eyes dark with lust and impatience.  

“You think he’s waited long enough baby?”  Mammon mutters, his hips moving excruciatingly slowly.  

I consider Diavolo, taking my time and smirking, while I enjoy the feeling of Mammon’s cock.  “Yeah.....yeah I think so.”

Mammon slowly pulls out, caressing my ass.  “Give me a kiss then get up there with him,” he demands playfully. 

I turn and give him a deep kiss, teasing him with my tongue.  

“So bossy tonight baby,” I murmur against his lips.  “I didn’t know you had in you,” I tease.

“Neither did I,” Mammon chuckles darkly.  “But I’m gettin’ into it.”

I climb up next to Diavolo and we both restlessly wait for Mammon’s next commands.

Mammon tosses Diavolo a pillow.  “Put that under your hips,” he says, moving between Diavolo’s legs and hooking them over his thighs.  Mammon looks at me and jerks his head towards Diavolo.  

“Ride,” he says with a smirk.

I giggle and move to straddle Diavolo.  

I like this side of Mammon.  Really, really like it.

“Holy fuck,” Diavolo whispers as I sink down on his cock.  

I start to move my hips, pulling off of him completely, then slowly taking his thick cock all the way back in my pussy.  He moans, then jerks suddenly, and I look over my shoulder to see Mammon, stroking his cock while he finger fucks Diavolo’s ass.

“I wanna fuck ya Diavolo,” he growls.  “Only if you want it.” 

Diavolo nods helplessly, throwing his head back against the pillows as his large hands grip my hips.  

“Words Dia,” I tell him playfully.  “Use your words.”  

I tease his nipples with my fingertips while I ride him, relishing his eyes on me.

“Yes,” he gasps.  “Yes, I want you to fuck me Mammon.”

Mammon makes an intelligible noise deep in his throat.  I look back again, watching him remove his fingers from Diavolo’s ass, then gently thrust his cock into Diavolo’s hole, stretching him slowly and thoroughly.  Once he bottoms out, he holds himself still, giving Diavolo time to adjust.

“This ok?”  Mammon asks, waiting for a signal to move.  

“Fuck yes,” Diavolo hisses between his teeth; torn between moving his hips up to meet my mine as I ride him, or pushing them down to meet Mammon’s thrusts.  

Seeing him so uncertain, a writhing, whimpering mess, and feeling the aftershocks of Mammon’s rough thrusts and his harsh breathing against my back as he fucks Diavolo drives me closer to my second orgasm.  

Mammon’s hand comes down hard on my shoulder, limiting my movement, and forcing me to grind down against Diavolo, taking his cock even deeper in my pussy.

Diavolo’s hand slides down his stomach to the point where our bodies meet, and he uses two calloused fingers to tease and rub my clit.  I moan and bite my lip, rolling my hips faster.  Diavolo thrusts up into me sloppily, close to his own orgasm.

Mammon gives a low laugh, still fucking Diavolo while he watches both of us come undone.  

“That’s right baby...... I wanna watch you cum while you ride him.  Diavolo I wanna feel ya cum inside our girl, feel this tight little hole of yours clench down on my cock while I got it buried deep in your ass.”

His words push me over the edge and I cum, taking Diavolo deep for the last time, my pussy twitching and spasming around his thick cock as I cry out his name.  

I feel Diavolo shudder, warm cum spurting into my pussy over and over.  I fall forward, bracing myself against his chest while I give him a deep kiss.  I hear Mammon let out a guttural moan, and feel the telltale tremors of his hips moving roughly and slamming his cock into Diavolo’s ass one last time as he cums.

Diavolo whines in protest when Mammon and I finally move off of him, making grabby motions at us.  “Come here.”

We lay down on each side of him, cuddling into him, and he wraps an arm around each of us, pulling us as close as possible.  

“That was a fantastic suggestion Mammon,” Diavolo sighs, kissing him softly on the lips before turning his head and kissing me as well.  

Mammon and I rest our heads on each side of Diavolo’s chest, smiling gently at each other.  

I love you, he mouths at me.

I love you too, I mouth back. 

“Let’s get a few hours of rest,” Diavolo murmurs, already sounding sleepy.  “We are going to have one hell of a conversation with Solomon and Barbatos when we wake up.”

Mammon and I mumble our agreement, eyelids already fluttering with exhaustion. 

“I love you Arianthi,” Diavolo whispers.

“I love you too Dia.”

“Mammon?”  he says hesitantly.

“Mmmm?’

“You’re very special to me.”

The last thing I see before I drift off to sleep is Mammon’s shy smile as he responds.  “You’re special to me too Diavolo.”

Something rouses me from a deep sleep.  I look around the bedroom blearily; it’s completely dark.  Diavolo is still sleeping next to me, Mammon snoring softly beside him.  

I sit up and tilt my head to the side, listening carefully.  I hear a raised voice from the lower floor of the castle and the sound of several pairs of feet thudding up the stairs.

“Dia!”  I start shaking his shoulder.  “Dia wake up!  Someone’s here and I heard Barbatos shouting.”

“Barbatos doesn’t shout,” Diavolo mutters, pulling a pillow over his head, never even opening his eyes.

“Dia wake up and listen!”  I snatch the pillow away.

He blinks, giving me a dirty look before hearing the footsteps.  They’ve reached the top of the staircase now.  He props himself up on one forearm, reaching back to shake Mammon.

“Whaddaya want?”  Mammon grumbles, his head popping up over Diavolo’s shoulder.  His messy hair is haloed around his head and his eyes are barely open.

“Listen!”  I whisper. 

“That’s not Barbatos,” he says, eyes widening as he hears the commotion in the hallway now.

“Definitely not.”  Diavolo looks serious.  “Out of bed.  Get dressed quickly.  Whoever it is I’d rather meet them when we’re not naked.”

I pull back the blankets, ready to get out of bed, when the door to our bedroom flies open, slamming loudly against the wall.  I throw a hand up in self-defense, scooting back towards Diavolo.

Diavolo throws one arm around me, pulling me to him and pushing my head into his chest, his other hand reaching out for Mammon.  After a moment he gives a loud roar of outrage that vibrates in his chest, quickly followed by Mammon yelling, “Oi!  The fuck are you doing here?!”

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