#desperately onto asmo & keep him close

[irishmammonagenda]

Hi girl!!!

I have this idea running around in my head for so long. Can you write the demon bros with little sister reader (around the teenage year)? Hear me out. She's the 8th of the family which means she's the youngest. The brothers must be overprotective of her and they would love her so much. Lucifer would have a soft spot for her. She and Mammon would be partners in crime. Then Satan will help her with her study and Asmo will love to help her do her hair. That's it 😁

Btw I love your writing...

hihi! yeah ofc i can! <3

as per usual I had no idea where this was going🧍‍♂️

but this was super fun to write as well

grma for the ask! <3

[Amazing Title]-Obey Me Brothers + Little Sister! Reader

Summary: The brothers except MC's their wee sister ig, chaos ensues. Word Count: 3.8k+ Warnings: Mentions of Death, Female Reader (she/her pronouns used) MC changes her hair length and colour when she feels like it, also she has a crush on some rando idek,

dividers by @cafekitsune

Lucifer was sick to his stomach. Long broken wings attempted to flap, ivory feathers turning black. Wounds open and bleeding. Shooting through stormy skies like a dying star.

His eyes burnt, the speed of his fall making it almost impossible to take in a breath. His lungs burnt. His heart hurt. He hadn´t understood death until Cain took the Rock to Abel, until Father took the scepter to Lilith.

Was he going to die?

He was falling.

As he tore through the sky at a damned pace, he caught a glimpse of warm bronze skin, unusually cold, stained with blood as red as the long crimson hair of his sister.

Despite the pain, despite the strain in his broken, burnt wings, he used the last of his willpower, the last of his strength, to get to the young girl.

He wrapped his hands around her, pulling her close to his chest, attempting to shield her from the fall.

"Luci?-" Lilith chokes out weakly, skin greying, holding onto her brother like a lifeline, one that was getting further away, as her grip slowly loosened. "Luci...I-im scared..."

"D-...don't be..." Lucifer manages to choke out. He could see some sembelance of land now. Some sembelance of an end to the torture of just....falling. "I'll protect you, L-Lilith."

He held on tight to her as he braced for impact, not registering that his little sister had died in his arms, that six wings became two.

He lost conciousness for a moment, hardly lucid, coming to moments later. The ringing in his ears didn't stop.

He coughed up dirt. Dust cleared to reveal two demons, as he looked around he saw crimson everywhere. Filthy fuil dearg coated the crater he'd created. Lucifer scrambled up, staring at the mangled form of what used to be his sister. Not noticing a pair of his wings at his feet. They didn't matter.

He screamed. Gently cradling the corpse, looking up at the Demon Prince with eyes filled with firey fearg, "Save her! Bring her back! Help her..!" He shouts, anger fading to desperation.

The prince regards him with a sort of impassivity, after backs and forths and emotions unravelling, the Demons agree to revive his precious sister as a human, provided Lucifer swears his loyalty, makes a vow with a heavy heart.

"I Lucifer Morningstar....swear absolute loyalty to Lord Diavolo, Prince of Hell."

"Very good."

With a snap of the Demon Butler's finger, his sister disappeared, a screech erupted, but it wasn't from Lucifer. Turning behind him, the disgraced angel saw one of the wings he had barely registered splitting from him---too focused on the pain of losing his sister than the pain of losing his wings,-- the now black mass of feathers morphed and grew like bubbling tar, emitting screeches.

The creature that formed of it, pale of skin, blond of hair, its face contorted in a pain Lucifer felt was a part of him. The demon races, screeching with a fury unbridled. Destruction followed it.

The Demon Prince and Butler watch on with intrigue whilst Lucifer tries to keep from breaking down a second time. The sound of whistling through the air alerts him of his other brothers falling. He looks up, hoping to see where they landed.

Somewhere amongst the vast Devildom. He had to find them. He couldn't handle another death, another loss. Despite his disgrace, his deportation from the only home he'd ever known, he prays to Father one last time, that his brothers were alive.

"There's no need. I will attend to the fallen angels now." The butler says serenely, both him and the Demon Prince disappearing within a moment's notice. Although the latter was more hesitant.

The creature of his wing is still screeching, like a coyote on the prowl, but inherently more sinister. It bites and screams, eyes filled with a murderous rage, one it directs towards Lucifer, as it comes charging at him like a bull of the plaza de toros.

Lucifer takes a step back, His foot hitting something soft and quishy. He pauses, the thing cries. The wails of a newborn cutting through the thick air like a knife, the creature of his wing stops screeching, tilting its head and staring down at the ground.

Lucifer gently picks you up. Cradling you in his arms. He looks to both you and the Creature of Wrath, both so inherently different, both his.

He looks into your eyes for a moment, such a tiny demon, more suited to be an angel, so unlike the pure cantankerousness of the older of the two creatures of his wings.

Lucifer, in the throws of his grief, made two vows that day, the first an oath of absolute loyalty to the Demon Prince, the second, a móid to always protect you.

You tapped your pen against the desk, biting the inside of your cheek as you stared down at your textbook. Shoulder length black hair tied in a low ponytail so it wasn't pouring over your face as you worked. You sighed in defeat, set your pen down and looked up at your two older brothers who were sitting opposite you, and planning out what looks to be another failed prank.

Satan and Belphie had their heads together, murmuring rather animatedly amongst eachother. You snorted, leaning over the table, your sudden movement catches their attention as you stare up at them, your head tilted.

"What about a whoopie cushion?" You ask softly, Belphie makes a face.

"We are not using...human...pranks, we're demons." He snorts, "We have more class than that."

You pout, Satan pinches him from under the table. His green eyes looking dotingly at you, like he would a cat. Coincidentally, he pats your head, ruffling your hair. "I think a simple human world prank could be entertaining to try." He says, giving Belphie a look, the Seventh Born raises his hands lazily in defeat, before leisurely sliding over the table to sit beside you, you quickly flipped to a blank page in your notebook, lest your older brother see the doodles you'd absentmindedly scribbled of you and your crush, a demon from your Devildom History Class.

Satan writes 'Whoopie Cushion' in cursive on their blueprint plans, tongue sticking out ever so slightly, before going back to his own homework. Belphie leans his head on your shoulder, dozing off.

"How did Fear Gorta come to fruition as an entity in the Human Realm?" You read off of your paper, Satan looks up from his essay for seductive speechcraft--a class which you were too young to take--he blinks for a moment, before setting his fountain pen down, and taking up the seat on the other side of you.

Belphie looks over at you tiredly, stretching his arms.

"Need any help?"

"Need any help?"

They glare at each other playfully, you nod.

Satan takes the textbook from you for a moment, reading the question aloud again.

"Fear Gorta are said to rise from Féar Gortach....sometimes they're just people who died of starvation near Sídhe hills." Satan begins to explain, watching as you nod along.

"They were said to go around with a bowl for begging or almsgiving...travelling, knocking on doors, asking for food." Belphie interjects lazily, head still on your shoulder. "They could hardly keep the bowl from dropping, because they were so weak."

You nod, writing it down, you'd always had trouble simplifying long texts down to their key parts, something Lucifer had assured you would come with time. It was a good thing you had your brothers. They were always willing to help you with homework.

"But what about that has to do with the Fear Gorta coming to fruition in the Human Realm?" You ask, feeling a little dumb.

Satan clears his throat, "Well, some Devildom and Human Scholara believe that the Fear Gorta is what brought the Famine to Ireland. Supposedly, just before the Great Famine, he emerged after a battle of the Fae near Cnoc Meadha."

You scribble that down, your tongue sticking out slightly, an idiosyncrasy developed from your older brother.

Belphie hums, eyes closed, and breathing so even you thought he was asleep. "Mhm, but others believe he's a personification of An Gorta Mór, or the Great Famine himself. That the people of Ireland made him up during the 1840s as a way of coping with and explaining the potato blight."

Upon seeing your confused face, Satan chuckles, "Essentially, the Fear Gorta is an example of how Human suffering can cause mythological beings to be thought up, and how with enough Human Manifestation, they can truly become something that exists."

As if to emphasize, Satan takes a random pen and a scrap piece of paper, drawing little doodles with the summarising he and Belphie had just did.

"Thanks Satan! Thanks Belphie!" You grin, taking the scrap piece of paper, using it to help you jot down the rest of your notes, finally understanding, you begin to answer the question, making a mental note to not let Mammon see the drawings that Satan drew, ever.

It takes a total of ten minutes of pens scratching against paper, Belphie's soft snores, and the dull drill of your own thoughts before you set your pen down, and look up grinning at Satan.

"So...about the prank you're planning..."

The next morning, all decked out in your RAD uniform, you sit on a poof and stare at your reflection in the luxurious vanity. You had decided on long hair, a dark pink so deep it was almost red. That was one of the búntáistí of having the Avatars of Lust and Wrath as brothers, you knew all the best spells for hair, and boy did you exploit that fact.

Short hair? No problem. Long hair? Alright then. Curly? Straight? Wavy? Ask and you shall receive.

Not to mention, Asmo would style your hair, no matter the length, shade or texture, and he would always make it look gorgeous Which was exactly what he was doing now, a gentle comb being ran down your hair, before your brother begins to braid strands in an intercate half-up, half-down pattern.

It's always relaxing when your 5th oldest brother does your hair, always conscious of not hurting you, you let your mind wander.

And wander your mind does, twisting and turning while travelling through the crevices of your brain, eventually coming to a stop at its destination, which just so happened to be the demon in your Devildom History class. They made you feel giddy, with their shoulder length, layered turquoise hair and purposely messy black eye shadow in place of the usual clean cut liquid eyeliner.

"Something on your mind, hon?" Asmo asks concerned as he puts a soft, black bow in your hair, you had been unfocused for a while now.

"Its nothing!" You say a little too defensively, your older brother gives you a knowing look, perfectly threaded eyebrows raising ever so slightly before he gasps and grins excitedly, holding back a squeal.

"Oh!~ And just who is this nothing, honey?~" He asks, you cover your face in your hands and groan, mortification dripping over you as Asmo finishes up on your hair.

Once your hair is done, you rush out, so as not to give the Avatar of annoying you lust any more ammo to tease you with.

Unluckily for you, Asmo was very environmentally friendly, and could make his own ammo.

Your mortification however, is not as short-lived as you'd hoped it would be.

Upon entering the dining room, you make a beeline for Mammon, your partner in crime, and sit beside your 2nd oldest brother, who laughs at you.

"Ye look like yer goin' to a Feis!" He laughs, slapping his knees ad doubled over, you pout and Lucifer, who sat directly diagonal to Mammon at the head of the table slapped him up the back of the head, leaving the avatar of greed choking and spluttering on his own spit.

"S-sorry MC..." He says in between coughs, "Ya look lovely..." He gives you an awkward side hug before resuming his activity of choking to death. You turn to the rest of your brothers as they trickle in, Levi was having an anime marathon, and for the sake of the Devildom seas, and the House of Lamentation not flooding for the nth time, he was allowed to stay in his room, provided he ate something of nutritional value, which meant that some time in the next few hours Lucifer would come into the 3rd born's room with a bowl of freshly cut fruit and force the otaku to eat it.

He was such a mother hen.

Speaking of Lucifer....

"MC," Lucifer drawls, catching your attention. "I received your bi-weekly report last night, you did well in all subjects, though I've noticed your History scores have gone down..." Your eldest brother sets his fork down fully and leans in a little closer to you, only a little bit of concern and a whole lot of care in his eyes, no judgement whatsoever. "Are you not understanding the course material? Would you like me to help you with your work? Or we could get you a tutor."

Asmo leans in to your conversation, eye glittering mischievously, he had taken a little longer to come down to breakfast than he usually did. You were sure he eliminated all of the options and knew exactly what demon you were crushing on.

"Now now Luci!~" He interjects, earning a soft glare from Lucifer, "I'm sure it's nothing to worry about, MC's just a little bit....distracted..." He puts his hands on your shoulders.

Lucifer's eyes widen ever so slightly, Belphie and Satan exchange knowing glances, Beel blinks slowly, were you having trouble focusing in class?

Mammon discreetly opens his DDD under the table, if you were having trouble focusing, he knew a few guys who sold some pretty good remedies for that.

You groan, quickly scarfing down the rest of your breakfast before grabbing Mammon and running out the door, your older brother yelling in confusion.

6 other brothers watch you leave, before turning to Asmo.

Belphie is the first to speak, "Alright, who is it?"

"Who's what?" Beel tilts his head, Belphie turns to him with a smile.

"MC has a crush on someone in her History class."

"Oh, okay." Beel turns to Asmo, "Who is it?"

You and Mammon arrive at RAD unusually early, on account of you essentially fleeing the breakfast table like an escaped convict and dragging your brother with you.

Mammon wasn't annoyed at all, despite his outward act, in actuality, he was delighted. You had picked him to drag out of a chair and run with you?! That meant he must be your favourite big brother! His chest puffs out with pride as you both chatter whilst he walks you to your form class. What type of favourite big brother would he be if he let his little sister walk down the scary hallways of school alone?!

"And then Satan said-" You stop uncerimonously when you catch sight of who's at the other end of the corridor, a blush coating your cheeks, barely noticeable on your skin, hardly even there, but Mammon still picked up on it.

"Hey, twerp, what's up wi' ye?" He asks, examining the hallway, taking notice of the only other demon there.

With a baggy dark denim jacket adorned in pins pulled over their RAD uniform, headphones snapped over their ears, messy turquoise hair cascading down their tanned face. The demon is young--Mammon notices--they look around the same age as you, maybe slightly older.

As they get closer and spot MC, they grin, silver braces shining in the light of the RAD hallway. "Hiya MC! You´re in early!" The demon calls out to you, Mammon notes how you swallow thickly before waving shyly at the demon in question as they approach the pair of you.

The demon goes to rub their eyes, but upon remembering the messy yet purposeful placement of black eyeshadow acting as eyeliner, they stop and pout for just a moment before looking at MC and grinning, eyes as grey as stone flickering to Mammon for just a moment, the demon looks to you and raises one of their thick, dark eyebrows.

"This one of your brothers, MC?" They ask, gaze flickering between you and your brother like a faulty lightbulb.

"O-oh uh...yes! Mammon this is C-Caelus....Caelus this is Mammon..." You introduce them.

"Oh, please, call me Cael, everyone does!" They smile politely at Mammon reaching out to shake his hand, Mammon, bites the inside of his cheek to stop his jaw from dropping. You had a....crush on Cael didn't you?"

"Oh aye." Is all he can manage to say.

Cael nods, before turning completely to face you, they eyelashes fluttering ever so slightly, "So, how come you're in early today?..Nice hair by the way!" They run a hand through their dark turquoise hair, messing it up with their long fingers.

"Oh uh thanks Cael!" You bite your lip, trying to figure out what to say next. "I was thinking of getting in early and studying for the test next week...." You lie, though it did sound like a good idea. No way were you explaining the fiasco that was Breakfast.

Mammon watches like a crow, stopping himself from cooing. You were so adorable! His favourite little dickhead's first crush! They grow up so fast!

He cringes internally, thinking, 'What the actual fuck, I sound like Asmo.'

After another moment, he interupts your conversation to tell you that he needs to go, you nod and say goodbye, before continuing to talk to Cael and trying to keep your blushing under control.

Mammon tredges to the courtyard before whistling.

"Hiya Éan!" He coos to the crow that lands perched on his shoulders, the bird looks unamusedly at him, its been a year and the avian was still judging him for the name choice! "Oh stop yer yappin'...." At the unimpressed look Éan gives him, his eyelid twitches. "Well, I know yer gurnin' internally...don't think I'm dim."

Éan caws.

"Look, I need ye ta do somethin' for me, so I do." Mammon groans at the crows shaking of its head. "I'm not askin' ye to assassinate anyone! I just need ye to keep an eye on this one wee demon in m'sister's class..."

Éan blinks, before leaning in closer to Mammon, he pets its head, it leans into the touch.

"Right so listen up, their name's Caelus...but people call 'em Cael...I need ye to keep an eye on them and give me a report back in a day or so, we clear?"

Éan lets out a quiet caw.

"Great!"

After a long day of RAD, you waled into the attic, where Satan and Belphie were unboxing whoopie cushions. Or rather Satan was unboxing whoopie cushions and Belphie was watching him lazily.

"Hi MC." Belphie smiles at you before gesturing to sit beside him, so you do.

"I thought you said my human world pranks were stupid." You look at Belphie.

"I've decided that since I'm such a good role model, I'll give it a go."

You deadpan, about to say something before a bellowing laugh erupts from Satan.

"You? A good role model?" The 4th born wipes a tear from his eye. "What's next? Lucifer breaking up with Lord Diavolo?"

"I don't think they're dating Satie…" You butt in.

Belphie smirks, "Then why are they so gay?"

"He is the Avatar of Pride, I guess." You shrug.

And with that, Satan picks up the whoopie cushion and the three of you begin your descent down the staircase to Lucifer's office. With you making small talk to distract them from Asmo's words in the morning.

You reach Lucifer's office, but now you need to draw him out. Satan walks in.

"Hello Lucifer."

"Your prank's not going to work." Lucifer puts his pen down.

Satan puts a hand over his heart in mock offence. "No, I saw a cat on the streets walking home and I want to adopt it." He says, not even lying.

"No."

"Why not?"

"Because you don't need one."

Satan feels wrath bubble up inside him, before he makes a risky move, knowing he needs Lucifer out of his office so you can place the whoopie cushion. "Well if I don't need a cat then you don't need your paperwork!"

He reaches forward and grabs the official documents on Lucifer's desk then bolts.

Lucifer jolts up out of his seat and races after him, out of the office.

That's your cue, quick as a thief on the hunt, you run into your eldest brother's office, and place the whoopie cushion down on his seat, you did it!

"Are you having fun, MC?" Lucifer asks, you jump. Turning around you see a slightly disheveled Lucifer staring at you, eyebrow raised and holding slightly crinkled papers. You back away.

"I wasn't doing anything!" You lie obviously.

"Hmm. Sure….now as for your punishment….I've already strung Satan up in the enterance hall, and I'm certain Belphie has gone somewhere to sleep, when he wakes up he will be appropriately disciplined of course…." He moves closer to you. "Now as for you….." Lucifer clicks his fingers and a desk and chair appear, the waves of magic pushing you into it.

You're going to sit there until I've finished my work. No DDD."

You groan, but don't complain, if it was anyone else out of your brothers, Lucifer would have strung them up like he did with Satan.

An hour goes by, though it seems like several to you, as you're bored out of your mind. Lucifer sets his pen down and stares at you.

"Now, tell me about this Caelus."

You stiffen, knowing better than to lie to your eldest, and strictest brother. "They uh-they're a demon in my class…"

Lucifer raises an eyebrow, prompting you to continue, "And what's this I'm hearing about you having a crush on them?"

"Asmo!" You gurn, covering your face in your hands.

"Asmo and Mammon, actually." Lucifer's lips twitch upwards. "Do you have anything to day for yourself?"

"I won't do drugs."

"MC."

"Okay fine! They're a good demon, I promise! I don't even know if I wanna ask them out yet!"

Lucifer's eyes soften, seeing you now, sitting at a desk, complaining about love…he can't help but be reminded of a different person in a different realm long ago, long passed.

"I trust you, but be careful, okay?"

You nod, something churns in Lucifer's stomach as he looks at you, gracefully moving over to you, and pulling you into a soft hug, arms wrapping around you protectively, as if shielding you from the elements.

"And if ever, you need any help whatsoever, come to me? You understand?"

You nod.

"Say it."

"I understand Luci."

Lucifer smiles, ruffling your hair. "I will always protect you MC."

AND WE'RE DONE!!! this was honetly fun to write, i had no idea where i was going with this and i'm sorry if it doesn't make any sense 🧍‍♂️

fuil (pronounced 'full') means blood, móid (maw-d-ge) means vow or promise, 'to make a vow' would translate to 'móid a thabhairt' (maw-d-ge ah how-ert-ch)

éan (pronounced 'ane') means bird. idk i thought it was funny

#obey me imagines #obey me shall we date #obey me x reader #obey me headcanons #omswd #obey me mc #obey me mammon #obey me lucifer #obey me satan #obey me beelzebub #obey me belphegor #obey me fluff #obey me platonic #obey me lilith #obey me brothers

[midnight-vixn]

Satan thirsts, huh? 👀 (Reader is afab)

You're out shopping with Satan, spending some alone time together. It's almost Halloween so the two of you are looking for costumes. You pick up one of those super revealing sexy cat outfits and joke about getting it. But when his face turns red and he makes a snark comment before turning away, you just have to get it.

On the night of the Halloween party you enter the Demon Lord's castle. You're cute little ears and tail match your black bodysuit. And of course a matching collar with a little jingly bell.

Satan is so so afraid to get close to you. He can't have everyone in the room see how red he gets just looking at you, or how his pants strain under his costume.

You walk off to use the bathroom, and as you exit Satan is there waiting for you. He pulls you into a room and locks his lips onto yours. The man is too desperate to speak.

He helps you out of your cute little outfit, but tells you to keep the accessories on. He'll have you bent over a table as he fucks his cock into you, every thrust makes your collar jingle.

He calls you a good kitten as he comes in you, but he needs more and more. He'll cover you in bruises and hickies as he gets rougher.

He definitely tells you to keep the collar, and to wear it next time you two hang out~

How did you manage to hit every mark with this im— this is delicious.

Satan x afab!reader

“What about this?” You turn to face your shopping partner, holding a scarecrow costume. Not really your first choice but the options are slim with Halloween— and Diavolo’s birthday bash— just five days away.

“Surely you can find something better than that.” Satan stifles a laugh, aware of your frustration.

“Okay well my other option is to dress as a clown!” You huff, tossing the costume back on the rack.

“A clown? Don’t waste your money on that, you can just borrow Mammon’s clothes and get the same effect.” Satan scoffs.

You roll your eyes and rummage through the left over costumes one more time. Kicking yourself for waiting so long to find a costume but to be honest you forgot until Asmo had begged to see what you’d be wearing. You’re about to give up when you spot something from the corner of your eye, grabbing the hanger you immediately know what it is and gasp.

“Look!” You turn back to Satan with a goofy grin on your face. “I can be a sexy little kitty cat!”

You expected him to laugh or tell you to go with the clown outfit, you did not expect him to turn bright red and stiffen up. Satan freezes in his spot, his eyes flicker from your face, down to the costume and then back up. His mouth goes dry and his voice catches in his throat, the succubi wearing the costume in the picture gives him a decent idea of what it would look like on you and that’s enough to rile him up.

“I-if that’s what you want…” he finally manages. You were half joking when you showed him the costume but now? There’s no way you were leaving here without it.

The night of the party you take your time getting ready, a little too much time actually and end up arriving after all the brothers. Asmo is the first to find you and squeals in delight, commenting on how absolutely sexy you look in that body suit, and proceeding to show you off to everyone.

Satan spots you from across the ballroom, his face heating up immediately from seeing you in such a revealing outfit, the way the latex hugs every inch of you, the fishnet tights that cover your legs, the collar with the bell that jingles when you laugh, the chest window that shows off a good amount of your breasts, the tail that (thanks to the magic embedded in the costume) moves on its own, the little ears on your head. He’s rock hard instantly and trying his best to avoid conversation with anyone in fear they may notice, you look so much hotter than the succubi in the photo did.

The party is in full swing, you’ve spent most of the time mingling with the brothers and other exchange students, overly proud of how weak you seem to have made them all. Asmo of course is all over you, Mammon and Levi stutter through even the smallest conversations, Beel has that look in his eyes that you’re more than familiar with, Belphie has no shame and has tried to cop a feel of your ass four times now, Solomon also has no shame and has been staring at your chest through the mesh window for the last two hours, Lucifer hovers over you a little more than usual, Diavolo has been much more chatty than normal but the tent in his pants gives you an idea why, Simeon and Barbatos are the most respectful but have a pretty pink blush across their cheeks when they talk to you.

Even with all the attention you’re still upset, you bought this costume specifically to tease Satan and yet he was no where to be found! You ask Asmo to watch your drink so you can head to the restroom, you always forget the hallways are a maze in this place, totally forgetting where the nearest bathroom is you decide to head to the only one you can remember. The hallway is much darker than the ones near the party, you can still hear the music pulsating through the walls of the bathroom but enjoy the privacy otherwise.

You exit the bathroom to head back to the party, passing by an empty room you feel a hand lightly caress your back, you whip around ready to fight the asshole touching you but freeze when you see the guilty party. In front of you stands the Avatar of Wrath but currently with the confidence of the Avatar of Envy, even in the dimly lit hallway you can tell his face is flushed, he tries to speak but only a soft whimper comes out, you can see his hand that touched you is visibly shaking.

“What are you doing back here? And where have you been all night!” Relieved to know it’s just Satan but annoyed at the same time. His eyes scan over you and his mouth opens only to close again, you wait for a response but instead he just looks away bashfully.

“What’s the matter? Cat got your tong—” Cut off by a gruff kiss, his lips colliding with yours. You stumble back slightly from the force, Satan’s hands come up to cup your face, another soft whimper pressed against your lips. It’s obvious what his problem is when you feel his cock press against your thigh, you hum in satisfaction; this is exactly what you had planned on. Your hand slips down to cup his bulge, to your delight Satan whines against you and bucks into your hand.

“Want you…” He practically begs as he continues to kiss your soft lips. “Want you bad…haaa” he bucks forward again trying to gain friction. You squeeze slightly and watch him shiver, you’ve never seen him this needy before and you’re not about to waste it. You let him lead you into the empty room behind you, mouth still locked on yours stealing hungry kisses as he unzips your bodysuit, you pull the suit down around your ankles and start to remove your tights but a hand grabs your wrist.

“Leave them on…” Satan chokes out. His free hand runs across your stomach and up to your chest, he lets go of your wrist and runs his fingers over the fishnet on your thighs. “Ears and collar too.” His voice is soft but you can sense the embarrassment in his tone. You think it’s adorable how turned on he is, you let out a soft giggle and kiss at his jawline.

In one swift motion Satan flips you over, pressing your body on the table below you, ass lined up perfectly with his hips. He grabs your hips and grinds against your ass, choked whimpers leaving him along with short gasps, you grind back against him and he lets out a deep growl. You hear his belt come undone, his pants drop to the ground, his bare chest presses against your back and his rock hard cock rubs against your inner thigh as he slowly ruts against you. You feel one of his hands reach down between your legs, the sound of your tights ripping echos in the dark room as he makes a decent sized hole over your pussy.

Satan grabs your hands and places them near your head, interlocking your fingers with his, he kisses your neck as his cock grazes against your wet folds. “You look so pretty like this.” He whispers before lining his cock up with your entrance, you feel his tip push in and let out a satisfied moan; that’s your mistake.

Hearing you moan for his cock sends Satan into a fury. His hips snap forward filling you instantly, his typical soft foreplay long forgotten as he starts fucking into you like an animal. The sound of the table below you creaking and scraping against the marble floor is drowned out by your moans and Satan’s words of praise, the sound of skin slapping together starts to echo off the walls and you know that if anyone walks past that door they’ll hear you screaming Satan’s name as his balls slap against your clit.

“So pretty…look so beautiful…p-perfect little kitten” Satan mewls as he fucks into you harder, the bell on your collar jingling even louder with each harsh thrust. You can barely form words at this point “yes, fuck yes!” and “Right there, oh yeah right there fuck, Satan!” are about all you can manage to get out between moans; although you did say something that sent Satan into overdrive.

“Just for you— aaahhhh…this pussy is just for you!”

“Damn right kitten!” Satan latches onto your neck and buries himself further into you. He manages to graze your sweet spot just the right way and sends you over the edge, you clench around his cock as you cum and he follows your lead, he chants your name over and over as he pumps you full of cum. You have a brief moment to catch your breath before he starts rutting into you again, the two of you fucking like animals for another two rounds, each one even louder and raunchier than the last.

The two of you finally get dressed and decide to rejoin the party before someone comes looking for you. Satan tells you to go ahead and he’ll join later so it won’t look too suspicious, he didn’t take into account all the hickeys on your neck along with the bruises that were starting to form on your ass. You find Asmo and try to act nonchalant about your half hour bathroom trip, but of course you can’t fool the Avatar of fucking Lust and of course he has a smart ass comment to make.

“I see you ran into the local pussy lover while you were gone~” He teases, while handing your drink back. Asmo gives you a wink as he adjusts your collar so it covers up a massive hickey on your throat. You groan and roll your eyes, you can feel the heat in your cheeks but smirk as you remember the scratches you left all over Satan’s back and chest.

“Yeah, well, he learned pretty quick that this kitty has claws.”

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[wepsi]

Are you trying to entice me dear?-Barbatos(smut)

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Female reader

Cw: fingering, tail

Scenario: What started out as a innocent punishment of having Barbatos serve you all day, turned out to be the greatest reward.

Barbatos was usually a very calm and reserved demon, but he could never back down from a competition. Unlucky for him it was a scaring contest and Mammon was playing dirty with a rat. The loser had to obey the winners wishes for the whole day, and lucky for you , you won! But maybe this wasn't all a coincidence, you've been eyeing up the butler for a while now. Asmo was the one who noticed how head over heels you were, and gathered everyone to orchestrate the whole thing.

Not wasting the chance, all day you do seemingly normal things like shopping and baking, but trying to give him flirting touches and glances. Despite your efforts it seemed futile, Barbatos was cool as a cucumber and professional as ever. Getting desperate that the day was ending, you scheme up something bold.

"Barbatossssssss could you draw me a bath please, I want to relax after this long day."

"Absolutely master."

You close the bathroom door but didn't lock it. stripping yourself naked and step into the water, it was perfect temperature water how did he even do that? Trying to put on your sexiest pose, you yell for Barbatos, putting a hint of worry in your tone as if you were in trouble. Barbatos rushes in the bathroom thinking that you might be hurt, just to see you in a silly pose.

"Will you help bathe me Barbatos? The punishment is you have to do all of my request."

"Y.Yes master"

Barbatos looked a little shocked for a second, then come over to you with a smirk. Taking off his gloves and rolling up his sleeves (which was so hot) kneeling down next to the tub, he dips his hands into the water.

"Do you have a sponge or a towel master?"

"Oh I don't, that's too bad you're going to have to use your hands."

"Are you trying to entice me dear?"

Instead of answering, you grab onto the edges of the tub to lean in and give him a kiss on the lips as a yes. He grabs onto your body wash to lather his hands, and start washing you. He surprisingly starts with your neck, which felt really gentle and sweet. He washes your arms rubbing both his hands around them. Then he washes your stomach, back and legs. Growing disappointed at him avoiding all your intimate parts, you grab onto his wrist and put his hands square on your breasts.

"Ansty aren't we?"

He grabs onto your chest and squeezes, earning a eep from you. His touch still gentle but it felt, different... He lathers the soap all over your chest, and slightly pulling on your nipples. He had the same calm smile but there was a sinister vibe to it. Seeing how much you wanted him, he finally travels his hand down to your sex. He plunges his hand in the water, feeling up your thigh and ending up at your folds.

He runs his hands up and down your folds, while inching his face closer to yours. He massages the hood on your clit, before pulling it back to stimulate it directly. Whimpering against his hand, you needyly grind on him, wanting more. His hands move back to your chest, making you whine at the lost of pleasure. Do not worry, because you see Barbatos antlers start growing from his head, and you feel his tail slithering into the tub.

You lean forward once more, trying to kiss him again just for him to tsk you away. Wanting to get a full view of your face as he enters his tail in you. His tail slithers in, and enters into your needy hole. Though it wasn't thick it was so long, easily probing your womb, the scale also adds extra texture. He precisely uses his tail to hit all the right spots in you, and just when you think it can't feel any better, the other tip of his tail delicately circulating your clip.

He finally accepts your lips, gently sucking on it and your tongue that you keep trying to push down his throat. He chuckles and find it cute how thirsty you were despite being surrounded by water. You open your eyes slightly to see him just to find his emerald eyes staring back at you, closing your eyes out of shyness you try focusing more on the way he is pleasing you.

You hear the water slightly swishing from his tail, and your building moans into his mouth, you really wanted to hear his moans too. His hands were massaging your breasts, occasionally rolling your hard buds in his fingers and pulling them. His tail steadily plunging into you, and the other one teasing you from the outside. The pleasure now slightly overwhelming it was hard to stay up and maintain the kiss, the first time you pull away Barbatos forcefully grips your chin and pull you back on his lips.

Just when you were about to climax, all the activity stopped. Barbatos pulls away from a very confused looking you. He calmly rinses you off, and drain the bath water. Helping you up and out, and pats you down with a towel as if nothing happened.

"Why did you stop? Keep going Barbatos!"

"I cannot comply with that order master, because I am going to please you to the best of my ability."

He finishes drying you, and picks you up princess style buck naked, to walk back into his room. With you clinging onto him blushing like mad hoping no one else is around.

to be continued...

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[animeomegas]

A messy collection of drabbles that come into my head randomly :D 

Some are n-sfw or n-sfw themed, be aware, no individual warnings, read at your own risk

1. ITACHI - nsfw

“Good boy,” you whispered, gently stroking his cheeks with your thumb. 

His hazy and unfocused eyes glanced up at you as you spoke, his lightly swollen lips maintaining his suction around your cock. His hair was loose, spilling over his shoulders, sticking to the sweat on his neck. 

Itachi purred as you caressed him, sending pleasant vibrations through to your crotch. You hissed in pleasure. 

“That’s it,” you said gently, eyes closed in pleasure. “You’re so perfect, Itachi, you’re my good boy.”

Itachi whimpered, resting his head on your thigh and nuzzling as much as he could without letting you slip from his mouth. A couple of tears slid out from his closed eyes, but you wiped them away before they could properly fall. His breathing was getting a little shaky as well, his breaths stuttering in his chest. 

“Shh,” you soothed, petting at his hair now. “You’re okay, ‘tachi, I’ve got you.” 

...

2. BAKUGOU - sfw

“A very interesting match here folks!” Present Mic’s voice rang out across the stands. He was commentating at the UA sports festival. “You’ll recognise both students from the previous years festivals I’m sure, but what you might not know, is these two are intended mates! How dramatic!”

Neither you or Bakugou paid much attention to the commentating, automatically filtering it out as you stared at each other from opposite sides of the ring. 

“Can these two love birds put aside their relationship to fight? Or will they find the fight too much to bare?!”

The crowd ooh’ed and ahh’ed, but again, you and Bakugou only had eyes for each other. 

“Don’t hold back,” Bakugou said, clenching his fists by his side, voice fierce. 

“I wouldn’t even dream of it,” you smirked back, fiddling with your weapons on your belt. 

The grin Bakugou sent you back was borderline feral in it’s glee. 

“BEGIN!” 

“This is it folks! Let’s see how these lovebirds- oh... they’re-”

“Beating the crap out of each other,” Aizawa’s voice cut off Present Mic’s. 

“Yeah! That! There’s no punches pulled here folks! Quite literally!”

...

3. ASMO - post n-sfw

“How are you feeling?” you asked Asmo quietly, brushing his hair back from his sweaty forehead. “Can you tell me if anything hurts?”

Asmo made a little whining noise that stuttered and broke in the middle. His eyes stayed closed and his body still, apart from the shaking from his overexerted muscles. 

He’s just finished a three day heat and he had absolutely no energy left. Asmo probably had the most intensive heats in existence, fitting for the avatar of Lust perhaps, but exhausting for him nonetheless. 

You felt more exhausted than you had in a long time, and you knew Asmo had been using toys on himself during the periods you’d been asleep, so he must be twice as tired at least. 

Distantly, you tried to remember if you’d seen him sleep at all for the last three days and drew a blank. 

Asmo started whining again, this time with a more desperate edge. He was calling out for you. 

“I know, I’m here,” you reassured, scooping up the limp demon from his bed to cradle on your lap. His whole body was relaxed and pliant in your grip, his head flopping onto your shoulder and staying there. 

“‘pha,” Asmo croaked into your ear. 

“Shh, my precious mate, don’t try to speak, I’ll look after you.” 

He mumbled something unintelligible, but it must have been an agreement of some sort because his body gradually got heavier and heavier against you until his breathing evened out completely. 

Your eyes scanned the room, wincing as you noted the amount of pillows and blankets that would need a thorough washing, sex toys and food wrappers everywhere. 

Now you just needed to find a way to keep Asmo relaxed and asleep while you tried to clean up. 

...

4. SHIKAMARU - sfw

“You came back!” Shikamaru wailed, so unlike himself, clinging to your legs as you stood in the doorway, newly returned from a mission. “You- you -you.”

Shikamaru couldn’t seem to get any words out through his hyper-ventilating and sobbing. His eyes were wild and crazy looking, his hands gripping onto you so hard it hurt. He also looked a mess; his hair was messy and unwashed and he’d definitely lost weight since you left. 

You suddenly realised Shikamaru’s father was standing in the living room doorway, watching. He looked just as exhausted as Shikamaru. It was only when he waved a hand at Shikamaru that you were broken from your stupor, realising that your intended mate was distraught and that you, his obsession, were the only one who could help him. 

You dropped all of your bags on the floor and then knelt on the ground with Shikamaru, pulling him into an embrace that he eagerly and desperately accepted. 

“You can’t go,” he insisted, crying on your shoulder. “I won’t let you go, you can’t-”

“Okay, okay,” you rushed to reassure him, holding him as tightly as he was holding you, one hand cupping the back of his head while the other looped around his waist. “I’m not going anywhere, I promise. I’ll stay right here for as long as you want.” 

Shikamaru was drinking in your scent like he was drowning without it. He crawled as close to you as possible, shuffling onto your lap and wrapping his legs around your waist. 

“What happened?” you demanded, addressing Shikaku. 

Shikaku looked at your for a long moment before answering. 

“His teacher died.”

Oh. You understood his reaction now. Someone he loved and respected died and you weren’t here. In his grief he had tried to reach for you, but you were gone, setting his instincts on fire. His behaviour reminded you of when you were going through separation training. It hadn’t been this drastic in years, but you understood. 

“Oh, baby,” you cooed, peppering kisses on his heads. “I’m so sorry, darling.” 

Shikamaru’s crying picked up and you held him tighter. 

Wordlessly, Shikaku walked up the stairs, nodding at you on the way past. He was trusting you to take care of his son and it meant a lot. 

“I’ve got you,” you promised. “And I’m not going anywhere.”

...

5. YOOSUNG - n-sfw implied

You and Yoosung were having to do long distance for a month while you went on a trip abroad and it was definitely eating at you both to be away for so long. Seven had complained multiple times already about you both commandeering the chatroom to talk constantly, but you thought that was rich coming from the spam king himself. 

Yoosung: I miss you <3 :(

You grinned at your phone, your heart feeling warm as you read his message on the chat. You quickly typed out a response.

MC: I miss you too baby <3 but I got you a special souvenir today! 

Seven: Did you get me one too??? :D

You ignored Seven’s message and waited for Yoosung’s response instead. 

Yoosung: Yuo got me soemthing?????

Zen: Typos...

You hesitated a little before sending the next message, but decided just to go for it. 

MC: Of course I did, but you have to be good if you want it ;)

Immediately, Yoosung’s blushing emoji popped up on the chat, Seven’s heart eyes one popping up soon afterwards, and Jaehee’s unimpressed sigh emoji followed. You laughed a little at the exchange. 

Yoosung: What do I have to do to be good...? 

MC: Hmm... bark for me, puppy <3

Yoosung: I’m not a dog :( 

Yoosung: .... 

Yoosung: Bark, bark...

MC: Good boy!!! 

Yoosung’s blushing emoji popped up again and you giggled to yourself, clutching the phone and imagining the way he was reading the chat. 

Zen: ... 

Jaehee: ...

Jumin: ...

Seven: ...

Seven: Kinky.

Oh, yeah, you forgot your friends were here for a second. Oops!

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[with-love-from-hell]

Family Line

Fandom: Obey Me!

Characters Featured: Lucifer

Written for a GN!Mc, (you/yours, they/them pronouns used)

Genre: Hurt*/Comfort

Wc: ~1.2k

Cw: abusive parent (father), mentions of emotional and physical abuse, resentment and relationship grief, *leaning WAY into the hurt on this one, noted Mc has siblings

(Here is a version with my Mc, Storm)

》A/N: I wrote this fic with the song Family Line by Conan Gray playing.

Lucifer paced slowly down the hallway of the second floor of the House of Lamentation. The nightly routine to ensure all his brothers were still accounted for in the wee hours of the morning was tiring, but it was the last task he needed to complete before turning in himself for the night. As per usual, Asmo had just entered his room after spending a late night at the fall, and the sound of Levi cursing at one of his video games was occasionally heard in the distance.

The last room to check across the hall from his own was Mc’s. Usually, they slept rather well, going to bed earliest out of everyone in the house. Tonight though, something was off. Lucifer raised a brow as he approached the room, uncertain if he was actually seeing light shining from the underside of the door. As if sooner believing he would be going crazy, he checked his watch- seeing the clock showing 1:45am back at him.

Maybe they fell asleep doing homework, he posited, approaching their door curiously. He paused before knocking, trying to listen closely to the music playing from behind the thick wooden door.

“...I can’t forget, I can’t forgive you ‘cause now I’m scared that everyone I love will leave me...”

Lucifer frowned. The somber melody continued, telling a story of pain and suffering caused by the individuals a child is supposed to trust and feel loved by. After listening to a few more bars, he knocked on the door- hearing the music decrease in volume slightly. There was a short pause, and then the door slowly unlocked and opened.

Lucifer sucked in a terse breath, seeing the clear evidence of your woe worn plainly on your face. You refused to make eye contact with him, instead staring at the ground. “S-sorry, Lucifer. I’ll turn it down, I didn’t mean to keep you awake.”

Lucifer felt his heart squeeze in his chest. “Mc, is everything alright?”

You glanced up at him briefly before looking down again, your bottom lip trembling slightly as they desperately tried to hold back tears. After realizing there was no use being dishonest with the first borne, you shook their head.

Lucifer nodded, gesturing into the room. You stepped aside, wiping your eyes as he entered. You shut the door quietly behind him, pausing as he picked up your phone to look at the song you had been listening to. He scrolled down to the lyrics, reading them over carefully. With each line, his heart ached more and more- not only for you, but for himself.

“Why are you listening to this song?” Lucifer pondered aloud, turning to face you. “And why so late tonight?”

You sighed as you approached your bed, sinking down onto the push mattress. Lucifer quickly joined, watching your expressions carefully.

“I talked to him earlier tonight.” You stated flatly, trying to stop the shaking in your voice.

Lucifer raised a brow. “Your father?”

You nod, rubbing your forearm. “Yeah...”

“Ah- I’m assuming he gave you the usual- lectures, degradation, and insults?”

You scoffed. “Pretty much, yeah. But...” You paused, turning your head away from him.

Lucifer took your hand in his, squeezing it gently. “But?”

You take a deep breath. “It felt different today, I guess. Like, after seeing all of the texts in our group chat between him and my siblings happily sharing childhood pictures. Every single one of them, they were smiling and having fun.”

Lucifer nodded, squeezing their hand once more to reassure them that he was here.

“I...” they bit their lip, “...I couldn’t find a single one that brought back good memories. I look miserable in all of them- even the ones where I am smiling. It just makes me think...like...Is there something wrong with me..? Why does he treat me so terribly? What did I do to deserve..?”

You burst into tears, snatching your hand away from lucifer and covering your eyes to try to hide how shameful you felt for acting such a way in front of the Avatar of Pride. The pain you felt ran deep, the mixture of resentment, grief, hurt, insecurity, self-blame, and anger all overflowing out of you like a waterfall.

Lucifer felt his heart splinter as they sobbed, feeling the emotion flooding their aura with each shuddered breath and wail in agony. He inched closer, pulling them into a tight embrace. He rubbed their back as they cried into his chest, gripping the lapel of his vest tightly to ground themself.

As they cried, his mind wandered back to the song lyrics, reflecting on his own experience with his father. It was different than Mc’s experience, sure- but it’s not like Lucifer forgot the numerous lies he was told for the sake of manipulation, the way his own father would shame him or degrade him for anything he did that didn’t fit his “grand plan,” the over-the-top expectations that Lucifer tried to meet, but was never able to, the emotional distance...and he remembered the punishments far too vividly. Not only for him, but for his brothers as well.

Lucifer gripped your back, feeling tears threaten to spill from his own eyes as memories of the toxicity within his own family lineage. He closed his eyes, trying to regulate his breath as he rested his chin atop your trembling head.

You sat together like this for quite some time- not that either of you was really keeping track. When you had expelled all the tears your body could release, Lucifer finally said his piece.

“Mc, you did nothing to deserve such terrible treatment. A parent is supposed to love their children unconditionally, and your Father clearly failed in that moral duty.” Lucifer paused, taking a deep breath. “Nothing will change what has happened to you, or the fact that he still treats you this way, but I can assure you that you don’t deserve it- not one bit.”

You nodded somberly, though seemingly remained unconvinced. Lucifer rubbed his thumb across your shoulder as he waited for you to find the words to speak, allowing you to take as much time as you needed.

“I just...” you hiccupped, your breaths still slightly uneven. “I...I never got to have a dad- not like my siblings did. And I...I just wish I could have that. I want it so bad it h-hurts.”

Lucifer closed his eyes, taking another deep breath, though this time it was his turn to shed tears. You snap your attention to him and pressed a hand to Lucifer’s thigh, concerned over what you had said to produce such a reaction.

“I understand that feeling, Mc.” He murmured quietly, trying to keep his voice from shaking. “And it’s something I don’t think I myself have properly addressed. Perhaps, while we should grieve the loss of a relationship that will never be, we should also keep close the individuals who cherish us for who we are- warts and all.”

You nod, chewing on his words.  Inching closer, you rest your head against his chest, finding comfort in his steady heartbeat. “Then...could you stay with me a little longer tonight, Luci? I don’t...I don’t think I want to be alone right now.”

Lucifer pressed a gentle kiss to the top of your head, clutching you tighter to his chest. “Of course, my love. I’m not going anywhere.”

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[delphi-dreamin]

Asmo x Delphi x Luci drabble

Just some smut I'd been working on for a while. Finally finished it and thought I'd share!

Warnings: Threesome, slight (resolved) cucking, (basically does what it says on the tin)

The fingers in her mouth do next to nothing to keep the desperate moans from escaping her throat as Asmo slips inside her. His mouth is beside her ear, whispering for her to “Be quiet, darling. Do you want to wake Lucifer up?”

He chuckles softly, “You do, don’t you? Delphi, you naughty thing!”

Every hot breath, every brush of his lips against her feverish skin, sends a shiver down her spine. She arches back into him involuntarily, whimpering around his fingers and the saliva trailing from the corners of her lips. She feels molten, like she’ll dissolve into a puddle if she can’t release the tension coiling within her. Her heart thuds in her chest, loud enough she's sure that, if her whimpers and moans don’t wake the eldest, her heartbeat will.

Asmo’s thrusts are slow and deliberate, stroking her walls exactly where she likes, and he presses kisses onto the throbbing pulse in her neck. It makes her head spin and fireworks burst in her chest. She’s so close, all she needs is just a little push…

“I hope you didn’t think you were being quiet.”

Delphi’s heart catches in her throat, her face burning with embarrassment. She tries to pull away, to shrink in on herself, but Asmo holds her firmly in place. One of her legs is thrown over his hip, one arm holding it in place, and his other arm snakes across her chest, keeping her from curling her own arms around her chest. She can see Lucifer’s crimson irises glowing subtly in the dark, watching as he very deliberately takes in her compromising position.

Asmo nibbles at her earlobe before giggling, “Busted!”

Ruby meets rosy gold over her shoulder, and though she can’t see it, she can hear Lucifer’s smile when he says, “Don’t stop on my account.”

She feels large, cool hands spread over her belly as those hypnotizing eyes draw closer. She watches with heavy-lidded eyes until she can feel his breath fan over her cheeks. As they flutter closed, she hears him chuckle darkly, “Someone hasn’t finished yet.”

Asmo’s fingers leave her lips mere moments before Lucifer claims them, a cry escaping her as the twin sensations of Lucifer’s searing kiss and Asmo’s deep thrusts overwhelm her senses. She’s dimly aware of Lucifer shifting closer, his large palms flattening and smoothing over her stomach. They ignite sparks everywhere they touch, traveling lower until finally, with a dark chuckle, his fingertips brush the puffy bundle of nerves at her core.

Lucifer greedily swallows every moan and whimper that she releases as his fingers work to bring her closer and closer to the cliff’s edge of her bliss. He moves in time with Asmo’s thrusts, lazy though they are, and every stroke leaves her shaking and crying for more. She writhes between them, canting her hips and trying to press into his touch, and even in the dark of the Devildom night, Lucifer can see the tears brimming in her violet eyes. Just a little more.

Her orgasm explodes within her, starbursts dancing behind her eyelids and fire coursing through her veins. She tosses her head back and cries out as her hips rock and legs shake. Her eye fly open when she feels the delicious burn of Lucifer’s lips on his pact mark, the magic shooting through her and intensifying every move, every drag of Asmo’s length against her walls.

It takes the breath from her lungs and whites out her vision, and by the time Asmo’s warmth floods through her, she doesn’t think she can feel any more. She feels like she’s floating when the tremors finally stop and Asmo withdraws, shivering at the sudden feeling of emptiness.

“Good girl,” Lucifer rumbles as she finally stills, shifting his hands to her hips and pulling her to him. She whimpers when he lifts her leg over his hip and he chuckles, “You didn’t think you were done, did you, love?”

She wordlessly allows him to lift her leg and drape it over his hip. The fat tip of his cock prods at her entrance, gathering the mixed fluids there until he glides into her in one smooth thrust. Even with Asmo having worked her open, Lucifer is still a stretch, and she groans when he’s fully seated inside her.

His movements are slow and deliberate, brushing her sweet spot with every stroke. She keens in his arms, unable and unwilling to hold in the sounds of pleasure bubbling up from her chest. It’s overwhelming and glorious, the feeling of him twitching inside her, the rub of his pelvis against hers as he builds her back to that peak of bliss.

Asmo's mouth finds her neck, kissing and nipping at the spots that make her skin prickle and her head spin. He tweaks her nipples, rolling them between his nimble fingers until she’s whimpering, begging for release.

Another wordless look passes between the brothers and Lucifer is gripping her leg tighter and slamming into her with force as Asmo sinks his fangs into her neck. She comes unraveled with a sharp cry, her vision blurring and tears streaming down her hot cheeks as she clamps down on Lucifer’s thick shaft. She feels him twitching inside her, then his hot release fills her, coating her gummy walls with sticky white.

She feels the pull of sleep tugging her down into its warm embrace as she nestles herself between her loves. In the tangle of arms and legs and wings, blankets and silk sheets, she allows herself to drift away into peaceful oblivion.

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[parad-ice-lostandfound]

Aftermath of Mammon's Sacrifice

Prompt: Since many of you wanted this, here it is! The aftermath of Mammon’s sacrifice. Ps: Guys, losing a loved one can be extremely painful. But remember, they would not want you to be sad. Try to remember the good times, and let that give you strength to go on. If you find it difficult to move on, talk to someone. You are not alone. Take care of yourself, and stay safe. Pairing: NA Genre: Angst TW: Mentions of starving in Beel’s part, unhealthy coping mechanisms in Asmo, Luci, Belphie, Satan and Beel’s parts.

Lucifer

Lucifer holes himself up in his office nowadays.

He takes his meals in his office as well, and no one has seen him at all. The only times he’ll leave is when he has to go to RAD or has some work in the Demon Lord’s Castle.

At night, after everyone’s asleep, he locks himself in his room, drowning his sorrows in Demonus.

If you walk the corridors at night, you can hear his broken sobs and pleads for Mammon to come back.

Leviathan

Levi is still in a state of shock.

He immerses himself in games and manga, trying to ignore the lack of chaos in the HOL.

Stashes away all of the games he used to play with Mammon and doesn’t let anybody look at them, much less touch them.

Regularly cleans Mammon’s room, just to feel his presence.

Satan

Satan is desperately trying to find a way to bring back Mammon.

He confessed to Lucifer about the spell book, resulting it being taken away from him, and him being forbidden to use the spell that Mammon used. Somehow the eldest knew that Satan would try to sacrifice himself to bring back Mammon.

Satan has destroyed his room at least 5 times now, removing his frustration on his once beloved books. He swears he’d never touch another book if it’d bring Mammon back.

Asmodeus

Asmo refuses to believe that Mammon’s gone. He will cover his ears if anybody tells him otherwise.

Goes out to party each night, coming to the HOL blackout drunk.

At night he creeps into Mammon’s room and cries to himself, begging his older brother to come back.

Beelzebub

Beel feels responsible for not doing anything.

The last time he’d seen Mammon, he thought something was wrong with him, but the need to quell his grumbling stomach stopped him from asking Mammon what was wrong.

With Beel, it’s a cycle of trying to starve himself (because he thinks his sin prevented him from helping Mammon), giving in once the pain becomes unbearable, and then feeling extreme guilt for giving into his sin.

Helps Levi in keeping Mammon’s room clean.

Belphegor

Belphie sleeps the day away to avoid the truth. But even his sleep isn’t peaceful.

He frequently gets nightmares about Mammon. It’s always the same, starting with all the times he’s insulted the second born, them slowly devolving into him seeing Mammon’s lifeless body.

If you look closely, you can see Belphie’s knuckles turning white as he grips onto his pillow, murmuring ‘Sorry and 'Please come back’ over and over again.

Lilith

Lilith is lost.

She doesn’t know how to face her brothers when it was for her that Mammon sacrificed himself.

She spends the day in Mammon’s room, talking to the air as she would have talked to him.

Occasionally she breaks down, asking him why he’d give his life up for someone who had already been given a second chance to live in the Realm they loved.

#obey me #obey me shall we date #mammon #omswd #asmo #obey me satan #satan #beel #belphie #obey me lucifer #obey me mammon #obey me leviathan #obey me lilith #obey me beel #obey me belphie #obey me asmo #lucifer #leviathan #lilith #obey me angst #angst #mammon angst #headcanons #angst headcanons #obey me headcanons

[lorkai]

His butler, sick

A/N: This idea came up while @rainiishowers​ and I were chatting on discord, so I decided to write it down as soon as possible. I was really in need of an excuse to write more about these two as I love them, they are my favorite duo after Solomon and Asmo.

It's funny indeed, the butler thought, the way he's been running around, worrying unduly about his prince's health. And he was the one who was sick, his throat aching, his nose itchy, and sweat on the length of his neck. Barbatos brought his hand to his forehead and felt grateful for Diavolo's efforts, his fever had gone down during the night, but he still feared that his young master would get sick.

On an average day it would be impossible to find a single strand out of place in his neatly combed hair or any dent in his tailcoat he wore day after day, he was an excellent butler after all. And despite being one of the strongest demons in Devildom, after Diavolo, of course, Barbatos didn't seem to have been strong enough to escape the wave of flu that had spread far and wide once winter had arrived. He was hating every second, unaccustomed to lying in bed and staring at the dreary ceiling above his head or counting sheep endlessly until tiredness made his eyes close.

Barbatos closed his eyes, his thoughts and emotions mingled and he didn't have enough energy to care about it. And before he even knew it he was asleep, suffocating from loneliness and his flu, the heat of the covers cradling his body tenderly and his hair cascading down onto the white pillow. His face was serene even though his dreams weren't, his body was safe even though he felt restless. And yet the features on the butler's face softened when, even in his uneasy sleep, a warm hand rested tenderly on his head.

 The day dragged on quickly. Diavolo remained with Barbatos the entire time, reviewing his documents while sitting beside his bed. All this was just a pretext for him to keep an eye on his butler and dear friend, or to look curiously at the doors and stairs that adorned his room throughout. The prince was there when his butler's dark eyes opened, humming a long-forgotten song.

"Welcome to the world of the living." He said softly, helping Barbatos to sit up. And although Diavolo seemed undecided on his next actions, running his eyes around the dark room and wondering if he should open the windows or serve Barbatos food, he soon focused on the most important thing. "Here. Take one of them at a time.”

“What are they?” Barbatos looked at the bottles offered to him, his voice completely hoarse.

“Medicines.” The prince replied, simplistic. “Take the blue and then the red.”

“I don’t need them!” His butler frowned. “I feel good.”

And there was the stubbornness of his beloved butler. Barbatos was different when he was sick, much more honest, much more expressive and at that moment the expression on his face was priceless. Diavolo felt like laughing but stopped himself, he smiled and walked away.

“Who knew my butler was afraid to swallow pills.” He scoffed, running a hand through his hair as if in thought. It was a trick, Barbatos knew. He knew him too well, practically raised him in the king's absence, and yet, with puffy cheeks and head spinning, he sat up in bed. “A pity, really.”

“I'm not afraid to swallow these pills. They are small.”

Diavolo put a hand on his shoulders to help him lie down again. “No, I understand. It's all right. We all have our fears, don't we?"

Barbatos made a nasal sound, coughing for a few seconds. He wasn't well and was stubborn in admitting that he needed the medicine, but he finally extended his hand very reluctantly. It would take him longer to recover if he didn't take his meds and he knew it, but he hated that they were on pills. He turned the blue pill between his fingers, and he already felt his throat tighten at the knowledge that he would have to drink it. But he did, even as he fought the desperate feeling of having something inside his mouth swirling and moving along with the water. And he did the same process with the red pill, feeling tired of the little effort.

"Sorry about that." The prince smiled. He carried a single cup of tea for Barbatos and the aroma was special and melancholy. He seemed uncertain whether to offer him the tea now or wait a little longer, seeing as he had already made him drink the medicine now. "You know... My dad used to bring me this same tea when I was sick, I was very young so I may have got the recipe wrong. But I'm sure it was something like this, you'll be fine soon."

And the butler accepted the cup, swimming in that fascinating, unfamiliar scent. The taste of lemon and honey dancing over his tongue as he drank slowly to enjoy each sip.

 Diavolo's golden eyes were wary and he was paying attention to Barbatos' reactions, how he grimaced whenever he swallowed, how he shivered when he moved, how his eyes roamed around his room and how he looked sick from the smell of food, but his posture also exuded an air of longing. Talking about his father was both a blessing and a curse, for he was a man of many moods. "It was comforting to have him around when he wasn't scolding or blaming me. Or angry. He's always been a moody demon, but I think you remember that. Well... not that... not that he be important now. Ah, come and lie down."

The prince fell silent after a few minutes, the same lost look he'd had as a child gleamed in his eyes now. And just like when he was a kid, he hid his pain behind a smile and turned to his longtime friend, helping him to lie down and placing his hand on his forehead again to measure his fever.

"You can sleep, I'll be by your side as long as you need."

Barbatos took his hand in his own, shivering with the difference in temperatures and closed his eyes. "I will. But I wanted you to know that I'm grateful to have you in my life, young master. Thank you for taking care of me. I promise to make your favorite dish when you're better.”

#obey me one master to rule them all #obey me shall we date #obey me #obey me swd #swd obey me #obey me diavolo #obey me barbatos #sfw #fluff #friendship #lorkai imagine

[blackcoffeeofmelancholy]

I wrote this so long ago 😭 It was supposed to be in part 2 of a headcanon set I was writing, but I never got around to Satan, Asmo, and Beel 😔

Of course, now I read it and I’m like 💀

An eerie silence fills the House of Lamentation, the pounding of your heart all you can hear as you lay under your blankets, staring at the ceiling. Exhaustion seeps into your bones, your mind and body begging for sleep to overtake them, yet it evades you, leaving you unsatisfied. Your thoughts are loud and chaotic, forcing you to embrace the doubt and fear you keep locked away in the darkest depths of your soul; you writhe under their weight, fighting to breath. The brothers helped you adjust to life in the Devildom, the bonds you share the strength you need to finish your year at RAD, though you worry you’ll disappoint them in the end. You worry you’ll disappoint Belphegor most of all, knowing the demon is relying on you to free him from his prison. Their family is tearing apart at the seams, the brothers’ pain your own, and you want to see them reunited, hoping you can bring them together like Belphegor believes.

Slipping out of bed, you quietly walk through the halls until you reach the winding staircase that leads to the attic. Guilt plagues you each time you ascend those stairs, Lucifer’s words of warning following in your wake, however, your intentions are pure. Pale moonlight bathes the stairwell, the railing shiny and smooth beneath your fingertips as you tread lightly, expecting to find Lucifer glowering at you from the shadows. At the top a warm glow streams through the wrought iron door to the attic, your heart catching in your throat when you peer inside. Belphegor is asleep, curled around his pillow. You watch the gentle rise and fall of his chest, how his breath stirs the hair obscuring his face; he smiles, and you wonder what he’s dreaming about. Resting your head on the bars, eyes fluttering close, you wish you could sleep beside him, the Avatar of Sloth looking enchantingly peaceful. How could Lucifer imprison someone whose aura radiated such peace and innocence?

“Belphegor!” you gasp, stepping back. He’s standing on the other side of the door, gaze unreadable, his pillow wedged under his arm; he never made a sound, seeming to materialize before you. You sigh, resting a hand over your heart, it stutters and races against your palm. “Sorry. I didn’t mean to wake you.”

“Mm . . . I forgive you,” he yawns. “Though next time I might not be so lenient.” There’s an edge to his voice, but he grins playfully, laughing. “Just kidding. Unless?”

“You looked so peaceful,” you say, regarding him shyly. “And you had the cutest smile on your face. Did you—”

His eyes widen, lips slightly parted, and a light blush dusts his cheeks. “What brings you here at this hour?” he interjects, recovering himself with ease; did you imagine it?

“I can’t sleep,” you admit, feeling unsure of yourself. His eyes bore into you, hot on your skin, an unspoken tension hanging in the air.

“I can help with that.” He smirks. “If you allow me to.”

“Sure.” You’re desperately chasing sleep, quick to accept his offer. “Thank you.”

His hands reach for yours through the door. You relax into his touch, an inexplicable warmth sweeping over you. For a moment you think your heart has stopped, yet you’re not afraid, completely calm as his thumb brushes across your knuckles.

“Sweet dreams,” he whispers, his melodic laugh ringing in your ears.

The attic fades away, Belphegor lost to your dreams, his smile haunting you when you awake. Mammon is yelling at you to get out of bed, and you grab your D.D.D., realizing you’ve overslept. Sleep clings to you, tempting you to close your eyes, but Mammon shakes you by the shoulders before you drift off, your D.D.D. sliding out of your hand onto the floor; the Avatar of Greed’s expression betrays his worry. You can’t deny you slept well, possibly the best you have in years. Nevertheless, the memories of last night blur the line between reality and fantasy; your’re conflicted, unable to process what exactly happened, too groggy to piece together the puzzle. Eventually, you manage to reassure Mammon you’re okay, slowly pulling on your school uniform and gathering your belongings for another day at RAD. A part of you wants to sneak back up to the attic and question Belphegor, needing to sate your curiosity. You quickly turn the idea down, not ready to face Lucifer’s wrath now or ever if you have the choice. Perhaps you can tonight, longing to see his smile once more.

#i don't know if i shared this before #noelle writes

[therainningtown]

(May 28th) Is My Mc’s Birthday. I Wanted To Post Some Headcannons With Her Background A Little.

You Can Insert Yourself Or Your Mc For This As Well.

Mc=Main Character O/N=Other Name

Context: A Basic Understanding Of What I’m Getting At Of What A Discarded Angel Is.

A Discarded Angel For My Terminology, Is An Angel Who Fell But Ended Up In The Human Realm. Now Living Life Under A New Name.

Got It? Good.

Now Onto The Headcannons!

Mc Is A Discarded Angel:

Lucifer:

A Simple Photo Is All It Took. With Him And Mc Standing Happily In Their Beautiful Angel Forms.

Showing Off Him As The Star And Mc As The Other.

What Hurt Him Most Was Not Even Worrying Fully About You When He Fell. Leaving You To Grieve Alone And Desperate.

Making Him Sick With Guilt, And Soon Realizing You Fell Alone And Afraid Of What Was Yet To Come.

So, He Just Came Up.

And Hugged You, Rubbing Your Back And The Scars Of The Absent Of Your Wings.

He’s Glad To See You Again, And Finally Able To Hold You Again.

“I’m Glad Mc, You’re Okay…But I’m Sorry For Leaving You Behind.”

Mammon

Oh Is That Lucifer?! He Looked As Intimidating As Now! And Is That…My Human…?

When Mammon Saw The Shorter Person Next To Lucifer. He Saw Snippets Of His Times With You.

Like Training, Having To Be Scold By Lucifer, And Enjoying Some Yummy Snacks You Made!Fun Times You Had Together…But What Happen?

Once You Explained About What Happen To You, He Felt Sick.

Father Didn’t Really Like Being Scolded About His Mistakes Huh? But Hurting You And Leaving You To Die!

He Wanted To Share A Few Words With His Father.

But Mc Is More Important Now Dammit!!

“I Know I Can’t Change The Past, And It Must’ve Been Scary To Be Alone. But The Great Mammon Is Here Now!” “Huh?N-No I’m N-Not Crying, Just Dust!!”

Leviathan

Huh? Lucifer Looks WaAay Happier Here. And Mc Is There- Wait HUH?

He Chocked On His Drink And Stared At The Picture For A Bit. Trying To Reel Some Form Of Memories.

Oh Yeeeah, He Helped You With His Brothers And Also Some Of The Children As Well.

Still Not Forgetting That Whole Baking Soda Drenching…

But Did Father? Did He…Really Make Another One Of His Children Fall…?

Cruel, Absolutely Cruel…

But It Makes Him Nervous Around You. Do You Have Some PTSD From Falling? Did Anyone Trigger You Without Knowing?

But Maybe He Can Help, And Maybe He Can Be Useful For You.

“Hey Mc, I Wanted To Know If You Wanted To Get Some Drinks? You Know Like Old Times? Sorry, But I Did Really Miss You When I Left…I’m Sorry For That…”

Satan

Huh Lucifer Actually Seems Like A Nice Guy Here, And Who’s This Other One?

Oh It’s Mc? Nic-What…

So You’re Telling That Mc USED TO BE AN ANGEL???

Satan Felt A Little Hurt For Not Knowing, But His Logical Side Told Him It Was Maybe For Protection. Falling Into The Human Realm So Close To Death Must Of Added Walls To Your Heart.

He Understood, It Must’ve Been Scary. He Remembered Some Smaller Details. But Knowing And Feeling The Whole Thing Was Definitely Worse.

“I Know I’m Not The Best In This Case, But If There’s Anything You Wanna Talk About, I’m All Ears. Okay?”

Asmodeus

Wow! The Lighting Looked Amazing Back Then! He Had No Idea Lucifer Made A Friend, That…He Also Knew…

Oh…My Goodness. Mc! How Could You!

You Fell And Didn’t Tell Anyone?!?! Do You Need Some Healing? Or Some Hugs? Or Maybe Not? You Know Lucifer Didn’t Like Being Held When He Fell So Maybe-

After Mommy Asmo Mode Calmed Down, He Just Stared Longly At You.

He Knew You, You Both Shined So Bright Together! But After The War, He Fell And Left You Behind.

And Hearing You Stood Up Against Father. Made It All The More Bittersweet.

He Wished And Prayed To Have Of Been There, Holding You Like Mammon Did.

“Here Honey, Some Water And Yummy Fruits! Just Something To Keep Your Mind Off The Whole Situation We Got.”

“I Love You, Mc…I’m Sorry.”

The Twins

Oh? Is That Lucifer? And Is That O/N? They Looked Nice Together! Beel That’s Mc…Oh So What Happen To Get You Here, Weren’t You The Huma-? They Fell Beel…

Oh…

Belphegor Just Stared At The Floor Not Wanting To Stare And Beel Just Continued To Eat. Not Really Knowing What To Say.

“I’m Sorry About That Mc…” Beel Just Started To Pat Your Head Very Softly.

Like Any Fast Movements Would Cause Harsh Flashbacks.

Which Belphegor Couldn’t Get, Why? Was Starting A Whole War And Killing Lilith Not Enough?

So Mc Had To Fall For Saying They Disagreed With Father’s Actions?!? Just Because?!

He Just Couldn’t Get It, But You Needed Comfort For Now. Falling Alone Must Had Been Terrible, Scared Of Dying And No One To Around You To Hold.

So Everyone Came Around And Made A Big Cuddle Pile.

Which Belphegor And Beelzebub Were Right Next To You.

“I Know It Must’ve Been Scary, But Now We’re Here Again. And We Made So Many New Memories.” “Yeah! Don’t Worry Mc, We Still See You As An Angel!”

They All Shuffle Around, Mammon And Levi Complaining And Lucifer Shushing Them. “Heh, Guys You Didn’t Have To Do This…It’s In The Past Now.”

“And Now I Ain’t Gotta Worry About Missing You Guys Anymore. So Cheer Up?” “Heh Mc, You’re Still Very Optimistic…” Lucifer Chuckled As Asmo Giggled. “Sometimes, It’s Better Than Nothing.” Satan Yawned Before Getting His Book.

“Is This Going To Change Anything Between Us?” You Nervously Looked Around. “Nah, You Still My Human. And I’m Still Ya First!” Mammon Grinned Smugly. “Yeah, Now We Know It’s You O/N And We Can Finally See Each Other Again! Though Do You Still Want To Go By Mc??”

Asmo Looked At You Shyly As You Smiled, “Mc Is My Name Now. And I’m Leaving That Part Of Life For The Better.” “Keep Being You Mc…” Belphie Yawned. While Everyone Smiled At The Now Sweeter Moment.

“I’ll Keep Being Me, Don’t Worry Your Bed Head.” “Don’t Ever Say That Again.” “Ookay Bed Head!” Mammon Mocked. While Everyone Laughed.

Finally Back Together Again, Even If One Isn’t Fully Here.

Happy Early Birthday Moko!!! And Happy Early Birthday To Anyone Else!!!

Update: Here’s A Drawing I Did Of Moko, I’m Not The Greatest But I Like It.

#obey me x reader #obey me mc #obey me headcanons #obey me lucifer #obey me asmodeus #obey me belphegor #obey me leviathan #obey me mammon #obey me beelzebub #obey me angst #obey me oc #obey me satan

[moemoemammon]

Brothers reaction to MC suddenly holding their hands to compare the size difference uwuwuwu

Hand Size Comparison

(Feat. GN!MC and the Demon Bros)

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Lucifer

As always, he asks for your company while he’s busy with his endless amounts of paperwork. You watch him scribble away and the knot on his brow starts becoming tighter and tighter, but you’re more focused on the old man’s hands.

They’re gripped around his feather quill, and you decide they’d look much better gripping your hand, so you take Lucifer’s hand and watch his eyes go wide

Casually pull that glove off and his hands are hella cold but big. Long fingers gently close around yours once he gets used to the contact, and his grip feels weary.

His skin is a little dry, and fingertips slightly calloused from gripping pens and flipping papers. The red of his nails makes his skin look even paler to you.

“Your hands are quite warm, MC. Taking off my glove like that, and in the middle of my work, too... Were you that desperate for my attention? Or maybe you noticed how tired I am, and you’re comforting me? Either way, I’m happy to take a break and spend my time with you.”

Mammon

He’s in the middle of scrolling away on his D.D.D., so you make better use of his hands and grab it into yours. Naturally Mammon nearly has a heart attack.

Gets all grumbly and ""annoyed"" with you, saying this and that about how you’ve gotta warn a guy before you go grabbing his hand, but makes no actual effort to pull away from you.

Warm hands and kinda soft, and bigger than you expected. His nails are nearly trimmed and painted, but you know that’s thanks to Asmo. 

His grip closes around your hand and it feels nearly impossible to pull away, despite how careful he’s being not to hurt you. Leave it to the Avatar of Greed to have a grip game this strong-

“What’re ya lookin’ at my hands like that for? If ya wanted to hold em, y-ya just gotta say somethin’. And you’re only allowed to hold MY hand, got it?”

Levi

His hands only know one thing, and it’s gaming. Eons of clicking away at buttons and abusing joysticks makes for quick hands. Not quick enough to get away from yours, though.

You grab his hand while he’s got his eyes on the latest episode of Ruri Hana, and Levi almost ascends to heaven right then and there.

It’s covered in light callouses, and his fingers are slender and long, knuckles prominent. It’s still larger than yours though, and cracks when he flexes it.

Clammy hands don’t even attempt to close around yours. He’s too focused on trying to figure out what you’re doing!

“This is way too much stimulation, MC! I’m gonna need a warning- no, a WEEK’S notice before you do that! Th-there’s no way I’m even at the skill level that’ll let me do this sort of thing, and- Huh? Wait, don’t let go just yet-!”

Satan

Flipping through the pages of a book and barely notices when you grab his hand, until he attempts to turn it again and finds he?? can’t??

oh. O H. Satan’s not normally one to be flustered but that caught him off guard. His eyes are a little wide, but he doesn’t attempt to pull back. He’s more interested in the way you’re studying his hand without a word, and he’d be lying if he said he didn’t kinda like it.

His fingertips are rough from ages spent trailing along book pages. Hands are kinda smaller and his fingers are shorter than you expected now that you compare, but they’re nearly hot to the touch and tightly close around yours.

He gives you and affectionate squeeze and a gentle smile. You know how dangerous those hands could be, so isn’t it funny how careful they are with yours? He’s had plenty of practice handling things with care, since his favorite novels are the oldest ones.

“I don’t mind if you hold my hand like this. I only need one to turn pages with, right? You did surprise me though, but I’m not upset. This is nice.”

Asmo

He’s painting your nails when you decide to lace your fingers into his. Asmo doesn’t mind the intimacy, but couldn’t you do this once your nails dry? He’ll be annoyed if anything gets smudged!

But that mild panic melts away when he sees how delicately you’re handling him, like his hand is some sort of prized jewel. Even his hands are beautiful, right? He’s so glad you’ve noticed~!

His hands are soft and smooth, warm and careful. More slender than you expected, so they look dainty and fragile. 

There’s not a single flaw you can detect, from his carefully manicured fingers to knuckles free of hair. 

“There’s much more I can do with these hands, you know? As nice as it is to have you look at them, I’d much rather show you what I can use them for~!” 

Beel

Right hand is reserved specifically for eating, so you choose to take the left. He never minds holding your hand, so his cheeks are a little rosy and his eating has slowed.

Sticky hands, but big and warm. Feels like a hug when his closes around yours. His palms are a little rough from his exercise and fangol practice. 

His grip is always oh so gentle, like he might hurt you should he squeeze a little tighter. You can appreciate that though, since you don’t doubt it’d be easy for him to pop your bones like bubble wrap.

His hands may be a little clumsy, and detail work isn’t his forte. You know when he’s been up to something by the bandages that cover his fingers.

“Mm? Is there something on my hands? I forgot to grab a napkin, so I’m sorry if they’re sticky. But... I like this. Holding your hand while I eat makes everything taste better.”

Belphie

If he can’t cling to you like a demon koala while he naps, hand holding is a must. No you don’t have a choice in the matter, sorry.

You trace little patterns against his palm, handling his hand gently while you flip it back and forth, looking it over. It feels ticklish and makes him squirm.

Baby hands for a baby man. His hands are narrow and thin, fingers slender while his skin soft and clammy. Warm too, from always being balled into fists while he sleeps, or clenching onto something.

It’s funny to think that these hands were used to kill you, considering how delicate they feel. But his tight grip is nearly impossible to pull away from, and sometimes it hurts a little. He eases up when he realizes that though, and it reminds you of how desperate he always is to keep you close.

“Sorry, am I squeezing again? I guess I got a little carried away. I just have a feeling that someone might come in at any second, and I don’t want them to steal you away. But you’ll stay here anyway, right?”

#obey me #obey me! #obey me shall we date #obey me! shall we date? #shall we date? obey me! #shall we date obey me #obey me writing #obey me imagines #obey me scenarios #obey me headcanons #obey me lucifer #obey me mammon #obey me levi #obey me satan #obey me asmo #obey me beel #obey me belphie #obey me leviathan #obey me belphegor #obey me beelzebub

[frenchfrywrites]

Hi and the person who asked about G/t, could you write a scenario with the brothers with content G/t It doesn't matter who is G and who is T feel? if you can could you put a little penetration... please?

G/T scenarios with the bros

MINORS DNI

warnings: micro or G/T.. i.e. the boys are very small. objectification in levis, rimming in satans, fear play in asmos,

note: I kept the boys small and reader big, hope that's okay. Also, did them at varying sizes bc idk abt you but i like them real small.. I tried to fit in penetration where I could :)

Lucifer 6.5 in (16.51 cm)

Lucifer can't do much at this new size, but he can just barely fit your fingers into him. He looks so pleased with himself when you tell him your finger is all the way in. He’s so tight, so fragile, you’re almost scared to move, so Lucifer takes things into his own (small) hands. He rides your finger like a pro, his tiny cock bobbing with each roll of his hips. With your free hand you rub his little nipples, feeling him tighten even more around you at the sensations. He doesn’t last long the first round, but you fuck him with your fingers til he’s shooting blanks.

Mammon 2 in (5.08 cm)

Mammon holds desperately onto your finger, just barely able to wrap his arms around the circumference of it. He rubs his little hard cock against you, huffing and panting moans that you can just barely hear. You’re trying to be so careful, but when you tap his ass with your free hand he squeaks, jolting his head to look at you. “You’re so cute,” you tell him. His hips stutter against your finger, and he squeezes you tighter. He resumes his pace, though you poke and prod at him every once in a while. It’s only when you tug gently on his hair that he cums.

Levi 1ft (30.48 cm)

Levi can just barely fit half of your cock/strap inside him. You keep him upright with just one hand closed oh so delicately around his chest. A prominent bulge appears each time you guide him down and back up again. Levi holds onto your hand for dear life, letting you manhandle him in a way he’d never experienced- never dreamed of- before. “You’re like my little fleshlight,” you groan out, causing Levi to cum then and there. He’ll let you keep fucking him though, after all he’s your little toy until the spell wears off.

Satan 6in (15.24 cm)

Satan’s on his hands and knees before you, his head craned back to watch as you drag your tongue over his hole. You can only poke the very tip of it into him so you've focused your attention elsewhere, but he seems to be enjoying the rimjob you’re giving him; if the trembling of his legs, the way he shakes his ass, and the pre coming from his cock are anything to go by. You’re getting him so messy, and Satan doesn’t seem to mind at all. He was closer to orgasm than you’d thought, for it catches you off guard when you lick at his balls and he cums with a loud wail, only then closing his eyes.

Asmodeus 3in (7.62 cm)

You press your finger against Asmo's tiny cock which is tenting the dress he'd forced Levi to sew for him now that he's so small. “Please,” he whines so sweetly, jerking his hips, rutting himself against you. You hold him down easily by applying just a little pressure. He pales with fear at your display of strength and you'd be concerned if not for the fact that his cock twitches against you while his pre stains the fabric of the dress. "I could break you," you threaten, and even though he knows you never would, he cums all the same.

Beelzebub 10in (25.4 cm)

Beel’s cock hangs heavy between his legs, but at this newfound height, it looks like a little clit to you. You tell him such and he sinks further down onto your cock/strap (though he’s still got quite a bit until he reaches the base), causing the already prominent bulge of his stomach to expand just a bit more. Maybe you’ll tell him he looks pregnant next. Beel cuts you off before you can speak, “you’re so deep in my tummy,” he wails, “I’m not even hungry anymore.”

Belphegor 5in (12.7 cm)

Belphie is doing the best he can to lick and suck at your dick/clit, but it’s so big. He pulls away from you, stroking the tip as he tries to catch his breath. His face is covered in drool and slobber, but he seems more than eager to get you back into his mouth. He can only get so much of you down his throat, but he’s trying so hard to keep you pleased. You jerk your hips up (it was an accident, if he asks) making him choke and gag around you. Though he glares at you, he continues to suck you off obediently.

#cw micro #spice #brainrot #rq #obey me #cw macro/micro

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Of Jealousy and Friendship - Pt. 2

**I'd like to first take a second thank @obey-mes-treasure for being so awesome being a beta reader for me for this! Your input really helped! Thank you so much 💓

Also THANK YOU EVERYONE SO SO MUCH FOR THE LOVE YOU'VE GIVEN THIS FIC, I'm so blown away that you guys really like this that much! I love you all ❤❤

GN! MC

Summary: MC makes a lower demon friend who may secretly be hoping for something more than friendship. The Demon Bros are not about to let this happen.

TW: Scenting (NOT SEX! I REPEAT! It is intimate, yes, but we’re just cuddling here. I put this just in case)

Part One: Here, Epilogue: Here

Previously on Of Jealousy and Friendship:

With another nod, the demon, Cane left, leaving you alone with six of the seven brothers bubbling with jealousy, anger, and concern.  

The moment Cane was out of sight, Mammon, still in his demon form, grabbed onto your wrist and began to drag you inside. 

You yelped at the tightness of his grip and tried to pull your hand away. “Hey! Mammon, stop it! That hurts!” 

The second born merely growled and tossed you onto the couch. As you looked up you were met by the fierce glares of several of the brothers and looks of disappointments from the rest.

“What the hell were ya thinkin’?” Mammon wasn’t shouting. He wasn’t screaming. His voice remained low and steady with a dangerous venom that dripped off every word. “Ya can’t just go frolickin’ through the Devildom with some second-rate demon ya just met. Especially not when ya haven’t told any of us where ya went or how long you’d be out. You could’ve been killed tonight, MC! And none of us would’ve known!”

You returned his glare as you shifted yourself to sit up on the couch. “In case you’ve forgotten, I’m allowed to make my own decisions. You guys don’t control me! If I want to make friends and hang out after school, that’s exactly what I’m going to do.” 

“We aren’t trying to control you, MC,” Beelzebub calmly stated. He stared down at you with a concerned frown and furrowed brows. “We just want to make sure that you’re safe. You know from experience how dangerous it is down here, and we want to keep you from getting hurt any more than you already have.” 

“Besides that demon, Cane I believe you called him,” Satan began, his arms still crossed in restrained frustration, “was clearly after something a little more than friendship.” 

You blinked at Satan in confusion before glancing at the others, who all seemed to be awaiting your response. “Wh-What...What are you talking about? Cane’s just a friend.” 

Belphegor tsked and rolled his eyes. “Ugh, Diavolo, please tell me you are not this stupid. He’s saying that the pest obviously had a crush on you or at the very least wanted to get into your pants.” 

“Which we can’t entirely blame him for, I mean, look at you, darling, you’re delicious,” Asmodeus said  matter-of-factly as you squawked in protest. “But he stepped out of place,” the Avatar of Lust’s eyes flashed as he gritted his teeth. 

You felt your confusion grow more and more inside of you as questions swarmed inside your head. “I don’t understand.” 

Lucifer sighed and looked over at Beelzebub. “Go get Levi. He’ll want to be here for this discussion.” 

You frowned as Beel left the room and looked over at Lucifer. “What discussion? You guys are making no sense!” You ran a frustrated hand through your hair as you groaned. “I get it. I should’ve been more cautious and let you guys know in advance. I’m sorry,” your eyes desperately searched Lucifer’s gaze for answers. “But there’s really no need for this...this intervention! I’m fine! He didn’t hurt me. I’m-” 

“Scented.” 

You whipped around at Levi’s voice.  He stood in the entry way with Beel, his face bright red as he held a hand over his mouth and nose and shakily pointed at you. “He scented you. Y-You let him scent you?” 

Lucifer face palmed himself and slowly let his hand fall off his face in clear annoyance. “We were just about to get to that, Leviathan.” Lucifer’s black and red eyes found your own as he raised a single eyebrow. “What do you know about scenting?” 

Your head tilted, even more dumbfounded than before. “You mean that were-wolf thing?” 

“WHAT?! NO, IT’S NOT A WERE-WOLF THING YOU NORMIE!!!” Levi shouted, clearly flustered by the topic. “Scenting i-is a... i-i-it’s...when two people...GAAAAAH!” he let out a shout as he threw himself into one of the chairs and hid his face in a cushion. “Someone else explain it, please! I-I can’t do this! It’s too high level!”

The brothers all exchanged glances, all in varying states of blush, as they silently debated on who would explain the apparently taboo subject. 

Eventually it was Lucifer who cleared his throat and seemed to be attempting to appear unbothered by all of this. “As you know demons are very possessive creatures. We don’t particularly like when others meddle with things that either belong to us or that we are fond of. As a result of this behavior and our heightened sense of smell, when a demon finds a person whom they are greatly fond of, we have the tendency to transfer our scent onto that person’s being, clothing, and belongings. It’s meant to be a consensual act of intimacy and a mark of one’s close bond with someone. It strictly marks that person as “off-limits” to all other demons.”

You blinked a couple times as you took in the information, your cheeks heating up. “A-And you said Cane did that to me?” 

You opened your mouth to argue, but then was suddenly hit by a flashback of the two of you dancing at the club. You could remember the music pulsing around the two of you and the way that Cane kept holding onto your shoulder, waist, or wrist with lingering touches. Thinking back on it, you remembered finding it odd that someone was so touchy with someone they just met, but blamed it on the cramped space that the dance floor provided. Your stomach twisted at the newly revealed implication. “S-So he was scenting me without me even knowing?” The brothers’ concern and anger suddenly made a lot more sense as a wave of guilt and unease washed over you. 

Mammon huffed, avoiding eye contact with you. “Exactly. The guys an asshole. I’ve been wanting to scent ya since we made a pact but ya don’t see me gettin’ all touchy feely!” He froze, with wide eyes as he realized what he just said. “I-I-I mean, what?! Pfft! Who would want to scent a human like you! Not-Not the GREAT Mammon, that’s for sure! I-It makes so sense!” 

The brothers collectively sighed. “Mammon, you absolute moron.” Belphegor mumbled as he shook his head. 

“OI! SHUT IT!” 

Asmodeus laughed and plopped himself into the seat beside you. “Please Mammon. You being love-sick over MC is old news. There’s no use even trying to cover it up. But even so, we all know there’s no way you’d be the first one MC chooses to scent them,” he draped an arm over your shoulder and leaned in close, “It’d obviously be me, right~?”

Levi scoffed from where he was still hiding behind the cushion on the chair. “Wh-Whatever. Not that it even matters now. That nobody of a demon already scented them. Now none of us will get to be their first...” He squeaked as he trailed off, suddenly shooting up from the chair. “I-I mean the first to scent you! N-Not anything weird! Not that you would do either of those things with a yucky otaku like me. I mean that kind of stuff only happens in animes.”

The brothers all went quiet after the first part of Levi’s rambling and seemed to become lost in their own train of thought. Your jaw dropped a little as realization finally clicked in. They hadn’t just been concerned about you missing or angry about you being so reckless... “You all wanted to scent me,” the room froze at your words. “That’s why you were all so frustrated when I came back with him. You were jealous.”

“What?! N-No!” Mammon sputtered in defense, weakly glaring at you. “I don’t get jealous! I’m Mammon! Avatar of Greed, second born of the Lords of Devildom! I can have anything I want! I especially don’t get jealous over wimpy, pathetic-” “Yes we were jealous.” Lucifer admitted, effectively cutting off Mammon and surprising everyone. He met your eyes and smirked. “Is that particularly surprising? I thought we had all been quite clear with our fondness of you.”

“Scenting you would have many benefits. It would help keep you safer when you’re alone. It’d also establish that, similar to how we all are yours through the pacts, you’d then be seen as ours by all demonic beings,” Satan smiled as he placed a hand under his chin, seemingly unaffected by the implications of his own words. “The idea is certainly appealing, don’t you think?” 

You gaped at the group of them as your face became hot with blush. You weren’t expecting this. Even as you threw the idea into the air, you were not expecting the emotionally constipated brothers that you had become so fond of to actually admit that they cared about you.  “You all...H-How would that even work?”

“Well we’d get his nasty, normie scent off of you for starters,”  Levi mumbled not quite as quietly as he meant to, and squeaked when he realized just how loud his words were. “I-It’s true! Scenting them will be more difficult since they’re already coated in his scent!” 

Beel nodded scrunching up his nose. “It does smell bad. It really doesn’t mix well with your scent at all.” 

Asmo nuzzled his head against your shoulder. “We’d have to cuddle you all night to cover it up. Not that any of us would mind~”  You yelped as Belphie plopped himself by your other side and put his head in your lap. “I suppose I can just sleep with you as my pillow.”

You opened and closed your mouth several times as you felt your heart leap into your throat with all the sudden attention. After all the revelations of the night, the sudden contact just seemed too overwhelming.

“That is if you would allow this, MC.” Lucifer sharply cut in, causing Asmo and Belphie to stiffen. “It’s like you said. We don’t control you. We will continue to respect that and you regardless of your decision,”

Belphegor huffed and looked up at you. “Well? Are you gonna let us scent you or not?” 

The air tensed as each of the brothers waited with bated breath for your answer.

You gulped as you thought about it for a minute. Being in the center of a cuddle pile of seven of the most powerful demons of the Devildom wouldn’t be that bad would it? Besides, it’s not like you didn’t love them all in their own special way. They annoyed you from time to time, and knew how to push your buttons, but at the end of the day, you all cared for another and you could depend on that. You knew that no matter what happened, they would always look out for you, and by the sounds of things this whole scenting thing would allow them to keep you safe even if they weren’t around. You could feel your heart warm at the sentiment of it all. 

Your decision made, you smiled softly at them. 

“I think I’d like that.”

Asmodeus let out a cheer and instantly starting snuggling up close to your arm as he nuzzled his face into your neck, causing you to giggle and gently push him back a little.

Belphie shrugged and closed his eyes as he laid back down on your lap. He was obviously trying to act as though he didn’t care, but the small smile that graced his lips gave him away in an instant.

Mammon’s face became extremely flushed as he shoved Asmodeus off of you. “Oi! Don’t hog, MC! Y-You’re not the only one here!” He avoided your eyes as he shakily took your hand into his and stared at the two of them intertwined.

Asmodeus snorted and merely moved over to the other arm, “If you’re going to claim one of the prime cuddling spots Mammon, at least do something that’s actually effective in scenting them.” You made the choice to mentally block out Mammon as he started arguing with Asmo.

Beel stood awkwardly beside you. “I’ll, uh, I’ll take up too much space for the others if I go by your side. So I was thinking maybe it’d be best if I sat behind you?”

You smiled fondly at the gentle giant and, with a bit of effort and complaining from the others, moved forward enough to make room for Beel to sit down behind you. Once comfy, you felt his two strong arms wrap around your waist and pull you against his chest with a satisfied hum.

Satan pushed up the sleeves of his jacket and took a seat beside Mammon. “Since Mammon’s too idoitic to scent this side properly, I suppose I will have to suffice,” he smirked as he tilted his head. “If you don’t mind that is?”

You huffed in amusement, much to Mammon’s displeasure, and nodded in consent.

Satan grinned brightly and began to rub his inner wrist along your shoulder and neck. He inhaled gently and sighed in relief, seemingly pleased with the result of his action before resting his head on your shoulder and continuing his ministrations. “Contact from one’s inner wrist to another’s neck or wrist is one of the most effective ways to scent someone. You can rest assured that you won’t smell anything like him by the time we are through.” 

You chuckled and patted Satan’s head. “Thank you, Satan.”

You glanced over at Levi as he shifted from foot to foot looking over at you anxiously. “Are you going to join us, Leviathan?”

His face turned bright red as he tensed at the question. “A-Are you sure you want a gross shut-in like me to scent you? C-Cause everyone will know! You won’t be able to h-h-hide it at school or pretend like it d-didn’t happen or-”

“Levi?” His head shot up as he looked at you once more. He gave him a reassuring smile and patted your other leg that wasn’t being used as a pillow by Belphie. “Get over here, please.”

He sputtered for a second before nodding, and nearly tripping over himself as he rushed over to the cuddle pile and hesitantly placed his head on your leg.

You could feel your heart flutter at being surrounded and held by the demons that you had come to love, but it still wasn’t perfect yet. You looked over at Lucifer, who stood watching the group with an uncharacteristically soft expression, in confusion.

Lucifer understood your thoughts without you even having to speak them. “I’m in no rush. Now that we have your consent, I’m sure there will be another time when I can personally scent you without the annoyances of my brothers being around.” He stood and began to leave the room. “Enjoy your night. I will see you tomo-”

“Lucifer.” You commanded, causing him to tense and freeze on the spot. “Get your pompous ass over here.”

The demon sighed and turned around, making his way back over to you. He moved between you and Asmo, and nudged Beel to scootch over, before settling in slightly behind you, nuzzling in close. “You really are insufferable.” He mumbled as he pressed a gentle kiss to your shoulder.

You grinned, feeling joy and content buzz within you at finally being in the arms of your found family. In that moment, everything felt right and whole.

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Can u make mc is the actual owner of Cerberus when he was a pup but villagers killed him because they thought that he was a monster and what how would the brothers and the undateable react to that when mc started to cry when she saw Cerberus headcanons

Oh Beans! I totally spaced when reading this and only have the brothers.

I'll post what I have here right now, but this will also be on AO3, so if you keep checking/subscribe there, you'll get a notification when I've added the undateables! It might not be for a while though, since I'm about to start school again ^-^;;

Who's a Good Boy?

The Guard Dog of the House of Hades. A vicious, three-headed hellhound that only the fallen Morningstar himself could command. Unfathomably massive. Devourer of demons, angels, and humans alike. Notoriously difficult to groom.

That is Cerberus, Lucifer’s extremely volatile pet named after a figure from Greek mythology for reasons no one truly understands. The creature has struck fear into the hearts of its housemates, and the Devildom at large, for what feels like ages.

So when MC cries upon seeing the wolf-dog for the first time, none of the brothers are especially surprised. How could a human cross such a monster’s path and live, after all?

Except those who weep in fear usually don’t then barrel full-tilt into one of the monster’s furry legs, babbling incoherently about how they thought they’d never see him again.

One of Cerberus’ heads leans down to the human, and the brothers panic, fearing the worst. It opens its mouth, revealing razor sharp fangs—

And licks MC’s entire body in a saliva-filled canine kiss. Now covered in tears and drool, MC laughs as they shake themself off, teasing the hellhound by saying that they already showered today, thank you very much.

“So, did you miss me as much as I missed you?” they ask, giving Cerberus’ central head some under the chin scritches (the only part of its head they can currently reach).

Cerberus boofs loudly, enormous tail waving back and forth at an increasingly hazardous pace.

Lucifer

What.

Lucifer is dealing with a Lot right now. He almost lost the exchange student to his own dog, except apparently Cerberus used to belong to MC?! How?!

He orders Cerberus to back away from the human, part of him still convinced that this is somehow a combination of MC being mistaken and Cerberus playing with its food, but the hellhound actually growls at him and picks MC up by the back of their shirt, tossing them onto its back.

MC, in response, finds new places to scritch.

He stares at the scene for a few minutes, unable to process what his life has become.

Later, once Cerberus finally agrees to let MC leave, they explain to him that Cerberus used to be a puppy in the human world.

Obviously, he was immediately noted as strange due to his three heads, and the people of MC’s village believed him to be an omen of death. MC themself didn’t care, and just saw “lil’ Cerb” as a puppy like any other, albeit an exceptionally drooly one.

He used to be more or less normal dog-sized, but it quickly became obvious that Cerberus was growing fast, and would be much larger than even a wolf by the time he was done. He also became harder and harder to hide.

Unfortunately, one night they awoke to poor Cerberus being chased out into the night by a mob, never to return.

They assumed the worst, mourned, and got on with their life as best as they could. But seeing Cerberus— they knew it was the same dog as soon as they saw him — brought all those emotions right back to the surface.

It’s not hard to adapt to these strange circumstances. Lucifer is actually quite relieved to have someone who is both willing and able to safely help him in caring for Cerberus, and both MC and the hellhound delight in each other’s company.

Lucifer also won’t deny the pride he feels upon seeing MC, the one he loves, getting along so well with his son dog.

Mammon

HHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

The P A N I C of seeing MC within bite-chomp-murder-kill distance of Cerberus nearly killed Mammon.

What the hell is he supposed to do against that furball?! MC’s dead meat, a chew toy, he can’t save them again—

WHAT THE FUCK ARE THEY D O I N G ? !

Torn between passing out from fear and yelling about how brave and cool HIS human is!

So he kinda just… stands there, slack-jawed, as MC finds a spot on the creature that makes it thump its leg so hard the ground shakes.

Already he’s cooking up ways to use MC’s Cerberus-taming powers to get into all kinds of Shenanigans

Except he quickly learns that while Cerb is much more gentle with MC, it won’t let them distract it from its duties.

Has this resulted in MC semi-unwillingly riding Cerberus as it chases a terrified Mammon throughout the Devildom? Possibly~

Though when MC explains to Mammon how Cerberus used to be their dog, and what had happened to him… He can’t help but feel a touch more sympathetic to the hellhound.

Only a little bit though. It still does try and tear him apart whenever he gets too close, after all.

Leviathan

Levi’s fear metamorphoses into awe much faster than the others’. MC LOOKS SO COOL!! Riding the mighty Cerberus like a steed!

He desperately wishes he had the art skills to capture this iconic moment forever. But alas, a camera will have to do.

It’s a pretty good picture, the comparatively small human sitting on Cerberus’ back like something straight out of a fantasy novel. Levi even has a shot of them accidentally scritching a spot that makes Cerberus breathe fire (like a furry dragon!)

100% gets super emotional when MC tells him how they originally had— and lost— Cerberus as a puppy. It reminds him of his precious Henry 1.0 in some ways…

Begs MC to let him post the photos he took, along with their story as the caption. It’s just too good! It’s exactly like that arc in My Adventurer Boyfriend Keeps Adopting the Monsters He Beats in Combat and Now We’re Running Out of Space to Keep Them!

Like Mammon, Levi also quickly learns that just because he unlocked Cerberus’ tragic backstory, doesn’t mean that the hellhound will treat him any differently.

But sometimes, after a long “walk” with MC, the massive creature will be mostly asleep. And then, his hand shaking, MC will guide Levi to pet Cerberus’ flank. Its tail swishes softly, Levi’s own swaying in response.

Satan

He shakes his head and laughs, torn between relief, awe, shock, and lingering horror for MC’s safety. Of course they can tame even the ferocious Cerberus…

Guess all sorts of angry monsters like MC, huh?

He definitely wants to hear the story of MC owning Cerberus in the past, but first he’s going to drink in the absolutely dumbfounded expression on Lucifer’s face.

Toooootally doesn’t cry upon hearing MC’s story with Cerberus. No way, he’s still a cat person, he swears!

...No one is allowed to comment on Satan’s various burn injuries that occur over the next few weeks.

Not if they don’t want to be left with worse.

Asmodeus

OH SHIT!! Also, ewwwww

Once the fear for MC’s safety subsides, Asmo can appreciate the cuteness and hilarity that is MC with Cerberus. Truly no one is immune to their charms it seems, and their affections know no bounds.

...Is it that same quality that allows MC to continue to care for him and his brothers despite their past actions?

Asmo claims that the smoke from Cerberus’ fire breath is getting into his eyes, prompting him to leave. He has a good long stare-at-a-wall crisis for a bit.

Learning MC and Cerberus’ story only makes him mushier. Their tragedy got a happy ending after all!

As much as he loves MC’s charms, he still insists that they de-drool themself before touching him or any of his things. It stinks like brimstone!

Now if they need any help getting clean… That he can oblige~

Beelzebub

HHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH part 2

As one of the physically stronger brothers, when Lucifer’s not available it’s Beel’s job to groom Cerberus. He knows how dangerous that mutt is.

But apparently not for MC “Knows No Fear” over there!

As Cerberus continues to remain docile in MC’s presence, Beel starts to appreciate the cuteness of a human and their giant hellhound.

Unabashedly mushy upon hearing MC’s story about Cerberus. The themes of losing a loved one, only to find them much later in a new form… it kinda hits a little close to home for him.

(It’s not a perfect analogy: Beel knows MC isn’t Lilith, but having them as part of her legacy is undeniably cathartic. It’s why he doesn’t share these exact feelings with them, since he knows they’re uncomfortable with being compared to her excessively. Still, he can’t help but note the comparison.)

Naturally, he’s also very happy to have a very useful partner for grooming Cerberus. That living nightmare turns into an overgrown puppy whenever MC’s around. It’s much easier, and much safer, to work with this way.

Plus, it means he gets some quality time with MC! And there’s nothing quite like the fond smiles they share with him during these moments.

Belphegor

He has got to be dreaming. No way is this actually happening— nope, Mammon just stepped on his foot, and that hurt, he’s awake.

WHAT THE FUCK?!

Does MC not fear death? Is that it? Did that part of their brain just completely shut down when he killed them?!

Unlike the others, he can’t really shut down his panic. Sure, right now Cerberus is acting all cuddly, but that could change on a dime. That dog only listens to Lucifer, and right now all Lucifer is doing is staring gormlessly at it!!!

He nearly loses his hand trying to pull MC away from the creature (which it naturally did Not appreciate).

“Belphie, wait! It’s okay,” MC reassures him even as smoke blows out of Cerberus’ nostrils.

They explain their history with the hellhound, how they rescued it as a puppy and then lost it to the angry and frightened people of their village.

Belphegor can’t help but recall their expression when he told them about his imprisonment, the outrage there mingling with a much older emotion. Is that why they were so quick to help him?

He’s still wary of Cerberus. He refuses to be fooled by any facades the creature may be putting up.

But one day, MC invites him to one of their “playdates”. Cerberus watches him like a hawk, growling when he first approaches, but MC just shushes and soothes the monster until it allows him closer.

And maybe, after a few tense minutes, the pair begin to relax around each other.

And maybe, Lucifer has a picture of MC and Belphegor curled up in Cerberus’ fur as the three take a mid-afternoon nap.

And maybe, Belphegor lets him keep it.

#obey me #obey me headcanons #obey me imagines #obey me cerberus #obey me scenarios #mine #my writing #lucifer #mammon #leviathan #satan #asmodeus #beelzebub #belphegor #mc

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Family Line

Fandom: Obey Me!

Characters Featured: Lucifer

Written for my Mc, Storm (she/her pronouns used)

Genre: Hurt*/Comfort

Wc: ~1.2k

Cw: abusive parent (father), mentions of emotional and physical abuse, resentment and relationship grief, *leaning WAY into the hurt on this one.

(Here is a version with a GN!Mc)

》A/N: this has been on my mind a lot lately and I have been in need of some comfort for my own mourning of the type of relationship ill never have with my own father. I really feel like id have a kinship with all of the brothers about my issues with my dad, but even more so with Lucifer. Also, I wrote this fic with the song Family Line by Conan Gray playing.

Lucifer paced slowly down the hallway of the second floor of the House of Lamentation. The nightly routine to ensure all his brothers were still accounted for in the wee hours of the morning was tiring, but it was the last task he needed to complete before turning in himself for the night. As per usual, Asmo had just entered his room after spending a late night at the fall, and the sound of Levi cursing at one of his video games was occasionally heard in the distance.

The last room to check across the hall from his own was Storms. Usually, she slept rather well, going to bed earliest out of everyone in the house. Tonight though, something was off. Lucifer raised a brow as he approached the room, uncertain if he was actually seeing light shining from the underside of the door. As if sooner believing he would be going crazy, he checked his watch- seeing the clock showing 1:45am back at him. 

Maybe she fell asleep doing homework, he posited, approaching her door curiously. He paused before knocking, trying to listen closely to the music playing from behind the thick wooden door.

“...I can’t forget, I can’t forgive you ‘cause now I’m scared that everyone I love will leave me...”

Lucifer frowned. The somber melody continued, telling a story of pain and suffering caused by the individuals a child is supposed to trust and feel loved by. After listening to a few more bars, he knocked on the door- hearing the music decrease in volume slightly. There was a short pause, and then the door slowly unlocked and opened. 

Lucifer sucked in a terse breath, seeing the clear evidence of Storm’s woe worn plainly on her face. She refused to make eye contact with him, instead staring at the ground. “S-sorry, Lucifer. I’ll turn it down, I didn’t mean to keep you awake.” 

Lucifer felt his heart squeeze in his chest. “Storm, is everything alright?” 

She glanced up at him briefly before looking down again, her bottom lip trembling slightly as she desperately tried to hold back tears. After realizing there was no use being dishonest with the first borne, she shook her head. 

Lucifer nodded, gesturing into her room. She stepped aside, wiping her eyes as he entered. She shut the door quietly behind him, pausing as he picked up her phone to look at the song she had been listening to. He scrolled down to the lyrics, reading them over carefully. With each line, his heart ached more and more- not only for her, but for himself. 

“Why are you listening to this song?” Lucifer pondered aloud, turning to face her. “And why so late tonight?” 

Storm sighed as she approached her bed, sinking down onto the push mattress. Lucifer quickly joined her, watching her expressions carefully. 

“I talked to him earlier tonight.” Storm stated flatly, trying to stop the shaking in her voice.

Lucifer raised a brow. “Your father?” 

Storm nodded, rubbing her forearm. “Yeah...”

“Ah- I’m assuming he gave you the usual- lectures, degradation, and insults?” 

Storm scoffed. “Pretty much, yeah. But...” She paused, turning her head away from him. 

Lucifer grabbed her hand, squeezing it gently. “But?”

Storm took a deep breath. “It felt different today, I guess. Like, after seeing all of the texts in our group chat between him and my siblings happily sharing childhood pictures. Every single one of them, they were smiling and having fun.” 

Lucifer nodded, squeezing her hand once more to reassure her that he was here. 

“I...” she bit her lip, “...I couldn’t find a single one that brought back good memories. I look miserable in all of them- even the ones where I am smiling. It just makes me think...like...Is there something wrong with me..? Why does he treat me so terribly? What did I do to deserve..?” 

Storm burst into tears, snatching her hand away from lucifer and covering her eyes to try to hide how shameful she felt for acting such a way in front of the Avatar of Pride. The pain she felt ran deep, the mixture of resentment, grief, hurt, insecurity, self-blame, and anger all overflowing out of her like a waterfall. 

Lucifer felt his heart splinter as she sobbed, feeling the emotion flooding her aura with each shuddered breath and wail in agony. He inched closer, pulling her into a tight embrace. He rubbed her back as she cried into his chest, gripping the lapel of his vest tightly to ground herself. 

As she cried, his mind wandered back to the song lyrics, reflecting on his own experience with his father. It was different than Storm’s experience, sure- but it’s not like Lucifer forgot the numerous lies he was told for the sake of manipulation, the way his own father would shame him or degrade him for anything he did that didn’t fit his “grand plan,” the over-the-top expectations that Lucifer tried to meet, but was never able to, the emotional distance...and he remembered the punishments far too vividly. Not only for him, but for his brothers as well. 

Lucifer gripped Storm’s back, feeling tears threaten to spill from his own eyes as memories of the toxicity within his own family lineage. He closed his eyes, trying to regulate his breath as he rested his chin atop Storm’s trembling head. 

They sat together like this for quite some time- not that either of them was really keeping track. When Storm had expelled all the tears her body could release, Lucifer finally said his piece. 

“Storm, you did nothing to deserve such terrible treatment. A parent is supposed to love their children unconditionally, and your Father clearly failed in that moral duty.” Lucifer paused, taking a deep breath. “Nothing will change what has happened to you, or the fact that he still treats you this way, but I can assure you that you don’t deserve it- not one bit.” 

Storm nodded somberly, though seemingly remained unconvinced. Lucifer rubbed his thumb across her shoulder as her waited for her to find the words to speak, allowing her to take as much time as she needed. 

“I just...” Storm hiccupped, her breaths still slightly uneven. “I...I never got to have a dad- not like my siblings did. And I...I just wish I could have that. I want it so bad it h-hurts.” 

Lucifer closed his eyes, taking another deep breath, though this time it was his turn to shed tears. Storm snapped her attention to him and pressed a hand to Lucifer’s thigh, concerned over what she had said to produce such a reaction. 

“I understand that feeling, Storm.” He murmured quietly, trying to keep his voice from shaking. “And it’s something I don’t think I myself have properly addressed. Perhaps, while we should grieve the loss of a relationship that will never be, we should also keep close the individuals who cherish us for who we are- warts and all.” 

Storm nodded, chewing on his words. inching closer, she rested her head against his chest, finding comfort in the sound of his heartbeat. “Then...could you stay with me a little longer tonight, Luci? I don’t...I don’t think I want to be alone right now.” 

Lucifer pressed a gentle kiss to the top of her head, clutching her tighter to his chest. “Of course, my love. I’m not going anywhere.” 

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Obey Me crossover pt2

Warnings: demons behaving like demons; including murder, sadism, implied human eating, implied mass death, some black humor bc I love these horribly sinful bois and can't resist having some fun with this~ I also call Asmodeus a twink affectionately- no insult intended Word count: 1,403

Beidou and her crew were traveling when they saw a great beast unlike anything before. She ran to the bow to inspect the thing, it must've been longer than islands! She has no idea. She was about to call her crew to arms when she spotted you, along with six others on the creature's head and back. You lay comfortably in coral like horns that were longer than her ship was large in any direction.

Beidou gaped in awe. She's been at sea for weeks. She was still pure. She hadn't been pulled into mob mentality like the rest of Teyvat. And now she sees you so comfortably riding on a creature of such legendary size?

She knows. You're the Creator. You couldn't be anyone else. She and her crew collectively fall to their knees and cling to the rigging for support. No one speaks as you glance at them. Bediou's heart skips a beat when you smile at her, filled with unspoken thanks. At least you could spare her.

The ship and her crew watch in awe as a massive, yet still smaller seven headed creature follows in the wake of your party, and then countless smaller things. Men and women with the tails of fish, teeth and nails a little too sharp. Strange creatures, massive shark like beings, and possibly more, under the waves.

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Ships sink in droves as the naval army spreads to surround Inazuma. You look upon the city as you remember how you were nearly drowned at the hands of the Shogun's guards. You contemplate how you want to do this. As you and six others step onto the docks; The Leviathan and his forces move to patrol around the helpless island city.

"Satan, Asmodeus." The two look to you eagerly. You simply point at the Shogun's palace. "Don't bother holding back." Asmo cackles - somehow daintily- as he stretches his four small wings and flies easily in the given direction. Satan has no wings, but he takes the opportunity to sightsee.

And by sightsee you mean he immediately begins eviscerating the samurai that are in the way. The poor creatures almost emit pity from you, they can't even move fast enough to keep eyes on Satan as he lunges between targets.

"Beelzebub, Belphegor…" You think for a moment. A dry grin. "Go have fun. Find someone tasty." Beelzebub immediately moves to find his share of the coming feast. Belphegor lazily follows, casually breaking anyone that gets close enough.

You decide you'd like a view. "Mammon, would you fly me higher?" Mammon does so, because he is a simp. Lucifer figures the lack of orders means you trust him to do something useful with himself. He figures he'll go to the left of the harbor, none of his brothers have gone that way. Maybe he'll find something interesting. Shall he use his claws, or just crush the foe?

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Kokomi runs through her base as screams echo across the walls. She arrives at the center to find a horned man holding a trident of coral. A massive tail snaps one of her people's neck as he faces her. Venom drips from serpentine fangs. She shivers as he hisses.

She readies her catalyst, Levi walks towards her slowly. She sends a wave of hydro, it bounces off the demon in front of her. She stares blankly before a tail fractures her wrist. She cries in pain. Desperate attacks yield no results, the creature before her drags her towards him.

"Y/n." She freezes. "H-how do you know the Creator's true name?" Levi grins, fangs glinting. "[First] [middle] [last]." Kokomi had no way of knowing if that was the true full name of her God. But something about his confidence strangled her heart.

"No…" She began crying. Levi's grin grows tenfold as she understands who she sent away in their time of need. Levi thinks on how they once gushed about her. How sweet and cute they thought she was. His envy rises. He has time.. "You were a favorite, you know." Kokomi flinches, both from the guilt and the tail harshly tugging her broken wrist forward. "They thought you were so kind.. A shame they'll never make that mistake again." Crying turns to full sobbing. Gorou stumbles as Levi's eyes snap to him, freezing him in fear before he could even attempt something.

Y/n liked him too. Wonderful, now he can break both of them.

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In a courtyard; perhaps a garden, Ei and Sara stand back to back anxiously. They couldn't even see them move beyond a blur. It was seconds between their crashing through the walls and the deaths of every general or soldier in their way.

The Shogun levels her pole arm at a blood drenched blond, eyes slitted and deranged as his smile. Green fire burns from cracks in his skin as tar drips from bloody talons. Despite her composure, she feels the slightest shake in her limbs.

Sara struggles to stay calm as the bloody twink in front of her vividly describes with glee how he might kill her. His scorpion tail practically wags as he seems to shiver in excitement.

Satan loses patience as his hand crushes the spot Ei was in seconds before. Sara leaps to the side as this seems to spur her opponent into action, delighted laughs chilling her blood as talons reach for her.

The exchange between the Shogun and y/n's Wrath doesn't last for more than ten seconds before lightning cracks to her pole arm, purple energies lashing towards the demon that dared stand before the electro archon. She looks in contempt at the hole he was thrown through.

And then her heart nearly stops at the unholy howl that pierces the air. It was barely even two seconds before a hulking thing charged back through the wall. Black skin and exposed rib bones, a unicorn skull with a green mane of hate made manifest. Useless wings hang limp as a skeletal tail sharper than any blade rips through the building it came through. Tar stained hooves and tar crack the ground.

Her mind nearly breaks there, archon status barely giving her mind enough strength to stay itself. That doesn't change that she screams in true panic as it breathes hellfire, nor does it change that she barely dodged in the first place. Sara screams in the background somewhere, her mind not nearly strong enough to survive such a sight. A second scream rings out when Asmodeus catches her during her moment of distraction.

For an impressive minute, Ei manages to stay in front of the relentless assault of Wrath made flesh. Alas, she forgets the tail. Ironically, Satan also did. The tail swings with a mind of its own as Ei performs a graceful jump over tar stained talons. Graceful until the tail cleanly cuts her arm off diagonally at the shoulder. She collides harshly to the ground, shock filling her as she notices her lack of a left arm. She fails to break out of her confusion before two hands the size of her body grasp into fists and crush her to a crumpled mess of blood and shattered bone. Somewhere in the background Asmo laughs as Sara screams. Seems he decided to utilize his poison. She dies slower than her shogun.

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Belphegor lazily follows Beel's path of hungry destruction. He isn't covered in blood, but he's certainly not clean. Only a handful on this side have managed to get past Beel long enough to meet him. A store catches his eye. Those blankets look comfortable, would y/n like them?    He sidesteps, a sword where his back was. Ayaka stands before him, though he doesn't know her name. Her eyes show confusion, how did he know she was there? Belphegor chuckles airily. "You've never seen a true demon, have you?"     Her eyes narrow, "So you're demons? Seems appropriate." She straightens into a combat stance."You still won't prevail, enemies of Ina-"    Belphegor grows tired of her and grabs her throat in a vice grip with his tail. He tilts his head with a grin as she struggles. He's always fascinated by the faces people make as they struggle to breathe.    It's fortunate she's dead by the time Beelzebub doubles back in search of his twin.

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From Mammon's you watch in satisfaction as Inazuma burns in a dazzling mix of pink, green, and blue fire.

Beel and Belphie later gift you some snacks and blankets they stole from local establishments. The dango was wonderful. A more than mildly deranged Satan gives you Ei's head. To everyone else's surprise you thank him enthusiastically. You'll have Beel chew off the meat on the way to Liyue, then add it to your bone collection back home.

Satan's form is from here, it is not my making

Sorry in advance for how I handle the brothers, I don't know alot about genshin characters so I had trouble finding a way to give every brother a little bit of action each.

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