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temis-de-leon · 2 months

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Pick me girls and OM! Brothers - Part 2

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

Part 1 - Lucifer, Mammon and Levi (x reader, separately)

Part 3 - Diavolo, Barbatos, Solomon and Simeon (x reader, separately)

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CW: pick me girl behavior, one of these girls is actually really stupid, suggestive, mentions of sex between the brothers and mc, mentions of violence, a bit of magic, mentions of cheating (not actual cheating), nightmares, implied death, jealous mc, some fluff, some hurt, some comfort, still ooc but i had even more fun

Satan

Your boyfriend looked more offended than you ever had the chance to feel.

The cashier at the bookstore barely had the time to say anything about her supposed romance with the demon before he appeared in his signature pose: a hand in his hip and the other one over his chest.

He had been a regular for years and you didn't know if the girl had been delusional enough to believe she had something with him or if she was just jealous and wanted to make you feel bad.

You weren't sure which one was sadder.

"Am I hearing this correctly?" he said with spite, distracting you from your own thoughts "Are you so daft you were considering me reciprocating your feelings?"

The girl lowered her gaze, clearly embarrassed, and for a moment you felt guilty. Maybe she really thought she had something mutual going on with Satan; a crush that went too far in her own imagination.

She proved you wrong, however, when not only did she give you a side eye, but also said the most stupidest thing one could ever muster.

"Well, obviously you are so daft you chose them over me"

You couldn't waste time on feeling hurt; not when Satan was showing his fangs, letting his tail scratch the floor as it lashed behind him. As hot as he looked like this, it was not the moment nor the place to show his demon form in a fit of rage.

The stupid cashier seemed proud of getting a reaction out of him, finally catching his attention. Maybe she was a demon of wrath too? Maybe that's how she flirted with other demons?

The poor thing would be lucky if she ever lived to see another day.

Let her discover that fact on her own.

"She's not worth it, Satan" you urged, pushing him to the door "Let's go to that cat cafe you mentioned earlier. You said they had new kittens, right?"

That seemed to do the trick.

He looked at you with love, still mixed with anger and bewilderment, but not enough for you not to hold his hand and lean against him.

"I'm sorry, my dear" he murmured, then he spoke louder "Do not believe a word she said"

"I would never"

"Good"

He nodded to himself, like the idea of you believing the cashier was too stupid to even consider it, but neither of you could ignore how his hand stiffened in yours for a second.

"Let's go see some kittens" you said in a singing voice, leading him in the street towards your destination.

You failed to see the adoration in his eyes.

Asmo

This succubus dated Asmo long before you were even an idea in your parents' minds and she wanted you to keep that in mind.

She wanted you to know that everything you knew, she knew better (a blatant lie) and that Asmo preferred experience over novelty (ew).

"I remember the times we went to the sauna and... Oh, sorry, does he take you to the sauna?"

"He invited me a couple of times, yes" but I had to say no or else I would've boiled alive.

"And does he...?"

Does he. Does he. Does he.

He does. HE DOES. HE DEFINITELY DOES.

In which moment did you think going to The Fall was a better plan than doing each other's skincare routine while making fun of 50 shades of Grey?

The both of you could be criticizing that poor excuse of BDSM right now (before recreating the correct version), but, instead, Asmo was ordering the girliest cocktail ever made while this Camila Cabello wannabe harassed you.

"...that was a little joke between us"

Lord Diavolo she just kept going.

"I'm so happy you remember so well your past relationship with him" you intervened with a strain in your voice, "but maybe it's time for you to stop and leave"

The succubus smirked with a smugness that made your innards burn from the inside out.

"Don't get jealous! I'm sure he loves you too"

Oh my Lord.

The lion, the witch and the audacity of this bitch.

"Hon', look at this!"

There he came, your savior, dressed in a skimpy dress with hands full of shimmery drinks and a glint in his very beautiful loving eyes.

"They didn't have human beverages, but I swear the taste is impeccable, you'll love it! Just let me take a picture for Devilgram first"

Camila Cabello, as you had finally decided to call her, cleared her throat in search of the demon's attention. Asmodeus looked in her direction, obviously trying to remember who she was.

"Asmo, baby!" she was nothing but a smile full teeth and a mission. Her gaze a little desperate "Remember me?"

Her determination died, however, when Asmo's expression turned shocked after studying her. He grasped his chest in sorrow as he asked the funniest question you could hear at the moment.

"What are you wearing?"

Camila Cabello was finally at a loss of words and you briefly wondered if this had ever happened to her.

"If you're gonna meddle in my relationship with MC at least take effort in looking decent"

His expression was sweet, saccharine, but there was an underlying seriousness in his voice.

He was so beautiful. And he was all yours.

Beel

She was one of the boys, apparently. Beel had definitely never mentioned her, but the girl only laughed when you told her that.

"Wow, controlling much? Does he have to tell you about every friend?"

Well, no, Beel didn't have to inform you about everyone he's ever met, but your boyfriend was sweet enough to want you in every aspect of his life, thus introducing you to his friends, his teammates and even his gym bros.

Definitely not to this girl.

You looked at her in disbelief, licking your teeth with a calculating glance. How much would Beel care if you hit this airhead with a dumbbell?

"We hang out together almost every day" she boasted, twisting a strand of her hair around her finger "It's not even weird for me to be in the boys locker room"

Were you strong enough to throw a dumbbell?

Surely she'd rather be with them instead of you if she was 'one of the boys', no? Why would she be in the bleachers with you, waiting for the team to finish their training, when she could be in any other part of the field doing exercise or playing for another sport?

"I'm not making you insecure, am I?" asked the girl in poorly faked innocence "If he loves you so much you should have nothing to worry about"

"Oh, I trust him" you assured her, but you didn't sound as confident as you wanted to. Although Beel never gave you any reasons to doubt him, it was difficult to defend your relationship when this girl was so convinced everyone was in love with her.

"That's so cool"

You decided to ignore her and her mocking tone, hoping to end the conversation right there, but she just kept talking. It was obvious she wanted to get under your skin.

For what? you wondered. Did she expect Beel to leave you if she batted her lashes fast enough? Did she know Beel at all??

"Oh, Beely!"

You cringed with a scowl visible to everyone around you. Some of Beel's teammates laughed at your missfortune, while the others, the ones you liked best, turned around in horror and left without a second glance.

Wether he was oblivious or just didn't care, Beel wasted no time in running towards you with a smile on his face.

"Did you see me?" he asked, looking up to you with a boyish grin and brightened eyes.

"I'm always looking at you"

Beel blushed, his smile still obvious in his face, but he couldn't get another word in before the girl talked again.

"I was looking at you too"

You rolled your eyes and Beel immediately stared at you with a curious glance. He hummed in response, ignoring her once again as he reached out for your hand to caress your knuckles.

"There's a new limited edition menu in a restaurant near RAD"

No questions added nor needed. You smiled at him and nodded, bringing his hand to your lips to kiss it. A promise for later.

"Noo, we used to go there so much..."

"Can you stop?" Beel interrupted her with a deadpan expression "You're making MC uncomfortable"

The girl looked at him in surprise, mouth wide open, clearly not expecting to be snapped at.

She didn't dare to look at you after that.

Belphie

It wasn't the first time you dreamt about this girl and it wasn't the first time you dreamt about her stealing your sloth of a boyfriend.

She wasn't some mystery girl, but rather Belphie's old seatmate, the one he had before you were kidnapped admitted in RAD. A quiet doe-eyed succubus that looked at him like he was the best thing that ever happened to both human and demon mankind.

She'd tried to sit next to him a couple of times with no avail, always getting rejected in your favor. Then, Belphie and you started dating and she stopped trying. You'd innocently thought she'd surrendered.

But not only did she search for him the very few times you guys weren't next to each other, she also ignored you completely when you were there.

Ignoring her back was easier said than done.

And this time, the oniric version of her wasn't just stealing your boyfriend. This time, he was willingly going to her, making your heart hurt so much it made you wake up with what felt like broken ribs.

It took you a couple of minutes to pull yourself together and not push Belphie away when he brought you back to his chest. The image of him kissing her while looking at you was engraved in your mind.

So, although sweating and hurting both from your heart and your confidence, you forced yourself to sleep.

You didn't notice just how awake Belphie was.

Back when you were still friends, you had allowed him to introduce himself into your slumber each time you had a nightmare. Images of you dying under the jaws and claws of faceless demons disappeared faster when the real Belphie was there. Ironic, isn't it?

He tried to stop every single one of them, but sometimes he was so deep in his own dreams it was proved to be impossible.

You thought this was one of those occasions, but, alas, you were wrong.

Days passed without any new event and Belphie mentioned nothing about your initial irrational coldness towards him, which made you feel a tiny bit better. Eventually you'd get so embarrassed about the situation that you had no other option but to dote on him like the brat he was, leading to a whole weekend sprawled over his bed in the attic.

The girl was still there, although not as persistent with Belphie, and she avoided you like the plague, with fright in her eyes.

So he did something about her, didn't he? But how did he know? And what did he do? You wanted to ask, curious as ever, but as time went by and the eyebags under her eyes started to occupy her entire face, you decided against it.

Barely a month later she disappeared without leaving trace. And since Belphie didn't even acknowledge her at all, why would you?

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devildomwriter · 4 months

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OMSWD ep.1: Vore?

You’re all watching a movie when someone gets eaten by a giant beast and that changes things.

Asmodeus and Mammon: *shrieking*

MC: “That’s hot.”

Satan: “Excuse me?”

Everyone is suddenly staring at you, very quietly as if they aren’t sure they heard you correctly.

MC: “What? Beel, you agree with me right?”

Beelzebub: *eating popcorn*

Beelzebub: Hm?

MC: “Joel got eaten.”

Beelzebub: “Oh…yeah…”

Belphegor: “MC thinks it’s hot.”

Beelzebub: “…”

Beelzebub: “…I don’t know what to do with that information….”

Mammon: “Yeah, neither do we. The fuck ya mean it’s hot?”

Asmodeus: “Yeah, MC, cause I’m into a lot of stuff and I’m not really sure that scene got me going?”

Raphael: “May I add, I’m mildly concerned?”

Mammon: “Ah shit, I forgot the angels were still here.”

Simeon: “Not Luke thankfully…”

Mephistopheles: “Never expected MC to be the one to bring up such topics.”

Diavolo: “Hahahaha, MC you say the wildest things sometimes. Hahaha.”

Satan: “It might not be wild, we don’t even know what they mean.”

MC: “I mean my loins get hot when I see someone get eaten alive.”

Belphegor: “Oh, it really was that simple.”

Beelzebub: *starts sweating*

Beelzebub: “Is…that not the normal feeling?”

Belphegor: “No, Beel…”

Raphael: *sigh*

Barbatos: *chuckling*

Mammon: “Um? No! It’s not normal what do you mean?!”

Lucifer: “Calm down Mammon, MC is just joking…I think.”

MC: “No, not at all. Like when I was little I always got this funny feeling when it was implied the villain ate someone, like I thought it was cool. Now I realize it’s been an issue since childhood.”

Raphael: “Yes, I think ‘issue’ is the right word.”

Asmodeus: “Okay…maybe I get it? Is it like a power thing? Like you’re turned on they could eat you….or something?”

MC: “No. I like seeing them eaten…alive…remember that one scene in the movie NOPE?”

Asmodeus: “Eek! Ew, no don’t even remind me of it!”

Mammon: “Still get chills thinking about that scene…wasn’t it enough that we heard everyone screamin’?”

MC: “Or that one scene from The Final Prayer—“

Simeon: “Don’t remind me.”

Diavolo: *looking pale* “Is this…your method of choosing what horror movie we watch….by chance?”

Mephistopheles: “Dear Diavolo, that’s why I’ve had to watch so many people get eaten in horror movies? That’s how you find them?”

Thirteen: “Hahaha! MC you’re hilarious.”

Barbatos: “Solomon do you have nothing to say about your own apprentice?”

Solomon: “Well, I was trying to watch the movie but I suppose I’ll join in the conversation.”

Satan: “Solomon, that’s not a normal human thing right?”

Solomon: “Ah…we’ll, I can’t say I run into often…not unless you include cannibals but it’s been a while since I’ve been held hostage by any of them.”

Mammon: “Excuse me?”

MC: “I’m not a cannibal, just clarifying.”

Beelzebub: *looks like a lost puppy*

Beelzebub: “Is it not normal….”

Belphegor: “No, Beel…”

Lucifer: *deep sigh*

Mephistopheles: “Levi, is this one of your weird anime things? What did you expose MC to?”

Leviathan: “Please just leave me out of this.”

Satan: “No, it’s your fault!”

Leviathan: “It’s not my fault!”

Solomon: “The only anime I can think of is maybe Attack on Titan…or Tokyo Ghoul…there was that one eccentric character who liked to eat people—“

MC: “That arena scene was the best wasn’t it?”

Solomon: *sigh*

Lucifer: “So it is your fault.”

Leviathan: “They’d already seen the shows?! That’s one of the ways we bonded! Not my fault!”

MC: “You did tell me about—“

Leviathan: “Shh—shut up! Don’t blame me for your deep-rooted issues!?”

Simeon: “Levi may be right. This must be something psychological—“

MC: “I think Asmo fantasizing about his brothers should be discussed well before my Vore preference.”

Beelzebub: “…Vore.”

Belphegor: “Yes, Beel…”

Raphael: “Asmodeus do you really still fetishize your brothers?”

Asmodeus: “Ooooh, um…maybe? Hehe.”

Mammon: “Don’t ‘hehe’ me, ya nasty little freak!”

Asmodeus: “You’re just jealous!”

Mammon: “Of fuckin’ what?”

Solomon: “I just wanted to watch the movie…”

Thirteen: “Things are just getting good though, shut up!”

Diavolo: “Ahahahahaha!”

Barbatos: *sigh*

MC: “Why are you all so surprised? It’s normal!”

Satan: “It’s definitely not.”

Beelzebub: “…it’s not…really…?”

Belphegor: “No, Beel…”

Mammon: “Dammit MC, your explanation is crap! And did ya really say loins? Are ya an old man?”

Thirteen: “No, but Solomon is, and even he doesn’t say that.”

Solomon: “Now hang on a sec—“

Mephistopheles: “Oh look the credits are playing….”

Diavolo: “Ahahahaha.”

Asmodeus: “Okay, the movie is done distracting us! MC, spill! Where’d your weird fetish come from!?”

MC: “It’s not a fetish!”

Asmodeus: “Oh yes it—“

Mammon: “Raphael, not the spear!”

Belphegor: “Asmo watch out—“

Lucifer: “No you don’t!”

Raphael: “Guh!”

Mammon: “Oh! Nice one!”

Asmodeus and Thirteen: “Fight! Fight! Fight! Fight!”

Barbatos: “All right, settle down now.”

Simeon: “Yes, that’s quite enough everyone.”

Asmodeus: *sobbing* “I just wanna hear a fetish origin story…”

Mammon: “I just wanna know what the fuck Vore means!”

Beelzebub: “I don’t get it…”

Belphegor: “We know Beel.”

Mephistopheles: “Well, I should probably go…I suppose I can look forward to another fetish-themed movie next time too?”

MC: “It’s not a fetish? What’s a person gotta do to theoretically enjoy a fellow human being eaten alive and/or whole for their own satisfaction and have no one judge them?”

Mephistopheles: “I don’t think any deal you make with me could be strong enough to reverse a psychological normality.”

MC: “…aww…”

MC: “I didn’t ask any of you anyway, I asked Beel! Beel you understand me right?”

Beelzebub: *nods vigorously*

Solomon: “Oh dear.”

Lucifer: “I’m not sure that’s a good combination…”

Diavolo: “Ahahaha!”

Belphegor: “Of all the things to have in common….”

Thirteen: “Oh I get it! That’s perfect! If someone tries to kill you, you sic Beel on them and get a free show, right?”

You and Beel lock eyes and the room is silent

Barbatos: “…I believe they’ve reached an arrangement.”

MC: “Not if they’re alive though…”

Beelzebub: “Mhmm.”

Raphael: “What am I witnessing?”

Simeon: “It’s best not to question it.”

MC: “Do you grow in size? Like can you swallow someone whole…”

Beelzebub: “I’ve never tried…”

Belphegor: “He can unhinge his jaw like a snake.”

Asmodeus: “No don’t remind me!”

Mammon: “I mean…he has eaten demons before. Does it need to be a human or?”

Lucifer: “Mammon, don’t join in on this!”

Everyone watches for a few minutes as you and Beelzebub get into more specific details of a theoretical situation until it becomes awkward standing there.

Solomon: “So…same time next week?”

Barbatos: “Yes, I’ll prepare the snacks next time.”

Diavolo: “We can watch the next movie at my place.”

Thirteen: “Neat! I’m going home now, those monsters inspired a cool trap idea!”

Raphael: “We should do something about them shouldn’t we…”

Simeon: “Just leave them to their fantasies, MC won’t really hurt anyone and neither will Beel. Isn’t that right Lucifer?”

Lucifer: “Why do I have to deal with this?”

Simeon: “You chose your brothers, and MC, this is entirely on you.”

Lucifer: “Dammit.”

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lancermylove · 5 months

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Playing Don't Scream (HC)

Fandom: Obey Me

Pairing: No Pairing. Featuring demon brothers, Diavolo, and Simeon.

Warning: Spoilers from the game, mentions of horror elements in the game.

Prompt: Demon Brothers play 'Don't Scream'.

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Simeon isn't keen on playing a horror game but accepts the challenge.

The moment he sees the plane crash, he prays for the souls who were affected. When he sees the woman tied to the tree, he tries to find a way to help her but eventually realizes he can't do anything and is upset.

In the convenience store, he is highly disturbed by the bodies and the gore in the bathroom. And he prays for them.

When he hears the crying child, he tries to find them and hopes they are okay. And he prays for their safety.

Overall, Simeon doesn't scream as he is not the type to be loud, but he is highly disturbed by everything he sees.

You Screamed.

Mammon tries his best to stay silent, but...

You Screamed.

He finds it hard to suppress his gasps and screams and fails countless times. In the end, he becomes frustrated and upset with himself for losing.

He only survives four minutes into the game. It's a good thing no one saw him playing the game.

A game with pixels will not scare him; even if he was stuck in the game for real, nothing would faze him. Lucifer fails to understand why you are asking him to play the game.

The game is a cakewalk for him. He stays quiet and can predict all the scares and tricks.

Overall, the game is very boring for him.

If he does fail, it is most likely because of the screams of his brothers arguing in the background.

"I am not scared. I am not scared."

Levi thinks the game will be very scary and is too mentally over-prepared. He predicts all the jump scares but is slightly startled by the sudden sounds.

To his surprise, he finishes the game without being scared. If he can, he will jump onto the developer's social media and give them suggestions. If only they had not mentally prepared him for the jump scares, the game would have actually scared him.

But he is very impressed by the graphics and environment.

Satan is too focused and observant to fall for the jump scares, and he knows this going into the game.

The game is too easy for him.

He is not startled or scared even once, but Satan will go out of his way to give the developers tips on how they can make their game scary. Too bad he can't add "take it for a demon who lives in hell" to his advice.

Like Levi, he is impressed with the graphics and the developers' attempts to make the game realistic.

He only plays the game as it is trending on social media, but horror games are not his thing.

Asmo thinks the game environment is beautiful until he comes across the convenience store and sees the bodies hanging from the ceiling. EW to the max.

But when he enters the bathroom, he quits the game immediately. To un-taint his eyes from the gore, he stares at himself in the mirror.

Asmo never finished the game.

Beel finds it hard to stay quiet during the game; he doesn't scream but gasps and makes enough noises to trigger the game over screen.

But the Avatar of Gluttony is determined to make it through to the end.

During the convenience store section, he takes his time to explore all the food items on the shelves. Once focused on the food, Beel starts to get hungry, and his determination to get food helps him get through the game.

There are still moments where he gets startled but doesn't make sounds.

Belphie struggles to stay alert as he is too sleepy and wants to nap. As a result, he is startled at times but stays quiet through most of the game.

He dozes off during some of the quiet moments, but the loud sounds are enough to wake him up.

If Belphie was fully awake, he wouldn't find the game scary, and the jump scare would not affect him.

The second he finishes the game, the Avatar of Sloth dozes off without a second thought.

Diavolo is hyped to play the game and plays it even before you ask him to.

The prince finds it difficult to stay silent and makes sounds considered to be screams. But whenever he fails, Diavolo laughs it off and tries again.

He takes his time exploring and admiring the environment; after all, the developers put a lot of effort into the game.

It takes him a few tries to complete the 18 minutes, but Diavolo has fun doing it.

He hopes the game gets a full release, and if it does, he will definitely play it.

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Bonus:

Luke - wants to play the game because everyone else is, but no one allows him.

Barbatos - doesn't have time to play the game and gives a chilling smile as he asks you, "Would you like to experience true fear?"

Raphael - poker-faced through the entire game. "Was that supposed to be scary?"

Solomon - passes on playing the game as he knows it won't scare him. He has pacts with 72 demons, so you can't expect pixels to scare him.

Mephistopheles - "Do not involve a sophisticated demon such as myself in your childish endeavors."

Thirteen - "You expect the Grim Reaper to be scared of a horror game?" She laughs.

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authormars · 9 days

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Hello!

Sorry if you already said this, but how did the others (brothers+barb+angels) react when luci and dia got together???

I'm going with "when they found out" and not "when they went public" because those are two different things. I'm going to put this in order of who found out first

Barbatos was first to find out. His reaction was to simply go "I'm glad you two finally confessed" and continue on his day. He found out when Lucifer was in bed with Diavolo in the morning when Barbatos came to wake him up.

Asmodeus figured it out on his own. As stated in this post, Asmo found out when he smelled cinnamon on Lucifer one night when he came home late. His reaction was "I FUCKING KNEW YOU WERE GAY FOR HIM HAHAHAH" and blackmail Lucifer

Beel was next to find out. Lucifer was tired and making his midnight snack. Beel asked where he was last night. Lucifer replied "Having dinner with my boyfriend." Beel went "I thought you were with Diavolo" and Lucifer went "Same difference" then realized what he said and went "Don't tell anyone"

Satan was next to find out. He was helping Lucifer with some injuries after they got into a physical fight. He found bruises on his neck and went "I didn't make these" and Lucifer (who had sedatives in his system after an accidental broken wing) went "Diavolo did." Satan was disgusted (but mainly bc ew dating his dad)

Mephisto was next to find out. He accidentally walked in on them making out in Diavolo's office. His immediate response was to scream "THIS IS INAPPROPRIATE FOR SCHOOL HOURS" and slam the door as he left. He does not approve (he's jealous)

Mammon found out when Asmo was doing his nails and complaining about the brothers having a better relationship than him. He accidentally slipped that Luci and Dia had a cute date a few weeks ago and Sol hadn't taken him out. Mammon responded with "Hold on. They're datin'??" He supportive though.

The others found out when Dia and Luci went public

Simeon was happy for them. They seemed very happy with each other and he was very happy Lucifer found someone to make him smile that wasn't just his brothers.

Solomon didn't really... care. Cool for them. Not going to stop him from trying to get a pact.

Levi was very confused. "YOU TWO WERE DATING." He's chill. He thinks that's gross, but specifically because EW THATS HIS BROTHER

Belphie made fun of them for weeks

Thanks for your ask! Lmk if I missed anyone you wanted to see :)

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leviathans-watching · 1 year

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hi! i read all of your om! master list lmao i really love your writing 😚 can i ask for the shady wizard and simeon and barbatos for mc who have sweaty palms and is self conscious?

sweaty hands with the dateables

includes: the dateables x/& gn!reader (no pronouns mentioned)

wc: .4k | rated g | m.list

a/n: omg this was so funny to write, i hope you enjoy! ty for requesting!! my inbox is open to chat, req, or leave feedback so come say hi!!

reblog if uve got sweaty hands

➳diavolo goes to catch your hand, surprised when you pull away. “what?” he asks, already fearing the worst. “oh, shoot, did i go too far? did i pressure you? mc, i am so sorry.” “it’s not that,” you reply after a moment, feeling bad because he’s feeling bad, “i just have sweaty palms and it’s kind of gross.” diavolo makes an affronted noise, reaching for your hand yet again. confused, you let him. “gross? darling, i’m the king of hell. this is nowhere near gross.”

➳ barbatos never really wonders why you don’t hold hands until a comment from mammon of all people makes him ask. “oh,” you say, already beginning to get embarrassed, “i just have really sweaty hands. in the past people haven’t wanted to hold my hand because of it so i just stopped asking.” barbatos pushes away all of the newly formed murderous thoughts because who dared say that to you and holds out his hand. “i wear gloves,” he points out. “so i wouldn't even notice the sweat. not that i’d mind, anyway.” you have to chuckle then, and after a moment more of his insistance, shyly slide your hand into his.

➳ simeon is baffled. “sweaty hands?” he repeats, not really seeing the issue. “well, that’s not an issue for me- luke always wants to hold hands and his are sweaty, sticky, or both, and i don’t mind that at all. of course, if you mind it i can start carrying hand wipes or baby powder or something.” “you don’t mind?” you ask, and he shakes his head. sometimes having luke around can be a blessing in disguise, even if his hands are always sticky. after a moment of hesitation, you take his hand, and as if to show he really doesn’t mind, he gives your hand a squeeze, pairing it with a dazzling smile.

➳ solomon blinks at you. “really?” he asks. “all that, over sweaty palms. babe, have you ever felt my hands? they’re sweaty as hell. but do you see me caring? no way! you’ve got to seize what you want, sweatiness and all!” you laugh then, impassioned by his bold speech, and grab his hand. a long moment passes. “ew,” you say. “i think your hands might be sweatier than mine.” but solomon refuses to have any shame and just holds your hand tighter, swinging your arms gleefully, and eventually, you find you’ve forgotten about the sweatiness altogether.

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OH MY GOD THE OBEY ME BROTHERS AS FATHERS ARE SO OSGSKSVE

Could you do the Side characters?? The children's name Headcanons??

how the obey me “side characters” would name their children

“how the obey me side characters would name their children”—minus luke

;;thank you for requesting, anon! i’m so glad you enjoyed my last headcanons. and also thank all of you for the reblogs and likes,,, never expected my blog to suddenly blow up like that !! <3

disclaimer: i’m making these for fun! tell me which names you liked the most. this is not proofread yet

reminder:requests are open, but i only do headcanons at the moment! p.s: i’m currently writing something related to asmo <3

diavolo;

It's only reasonable to give diavolo's child a name fit for a monarch since they will play a highly significant role in the devildom’s society. they will be welcomed into the world with high expectations on their shoulders

If it’s a boy, he would choose..rufus, which means red-haired king, a perfect name for an heir. For a secondborn, he would choose teivel, which means devil

If it’s a girl, he would choose..diana which means divine. another similar name, but with different meaning, is arcadia which means place of peace and contentment—after all, his main goal is to bring harmony among the three realms.

barbatos;

he chose the names based on their meaning but to also to express his values and duties.

If it’s a boy, he would choose..mayhem which means "chaos" or "permanent injury." he always claims that he chose the name because it is related to space and time—but it is actually a tribute to his favorite metal band. he also likes bensik which means "loyal, faithful person."

If it’s a girl, he would choose..maeyna which means "helper, supporter." He also likes sybilla which means "prophecy teller," "timekeeper," or "oracle."

solomon;

he is the only human here, but despite that, he refuses to choose a basic name for his baby. He is a wizard, he is bound to be creative

If it’s a boy, he would choose..menelik which means "son of the wise"—fun fact, menelik was king solomon’s son according to the medieval ethiopian book. he also likes kesem which means "magic" or "sorcery" in hebrew.

If it’s a girl, he would choose..tafathe which means "distillation," a method used in chemistry and potion making—it’s also name the name of king solomon's daughter according the Bible. he would also like miriam which means "gift of love" or "beloved." he chose it because he would never wants his child to feel unloved or lonely like he occasionally does.

simeon;

a baby is always a joy, especially when it is his child. he would undoubtedly choose a joyful, holy name fit for an angel

If it’s a boy, he would choose..sachiel which means "covering of God." he is a soldier of the lord after all. he also likes asher which means "miracle."

If it’s a girl, he would choose..rachael which means "one with purity," “ewe" or “lamb”. he also likes eden, which means "paradis," "place of pleasure and delight." the name has a strong connection to the bible.

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still-a-morosexual-help · 9 months

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The 5 Step Plan to Scamming An Angel

summary: They place their bet. Five steps. That's all it'll take to utterly and thoroughly neutralize the Devildom's second most powerful demon.

(Fic on AO3)

"So? Is it a deal?"

They made an effort to keep their smile small. Soft and Sweet, Asmo's voice whispered in their head. Just enough to draw them in before you sucktheirbrainsouttatheirdi- Ew. No. There's a child here. What. Jesus.

Soft and sweet.

Right.

They bit the inside of their cheeks to fight anything that could be read as too smug or heaven - hell? - forbid as manic, as Belphie had once put it. How very pot-kettle of you Belphie.

"What?"

"Hmm?"

"You mentioned Belphegor..."

"Ah. No, just drifted off while you were deciding.... Which. Have you decided?" They ask, eyeing their current companions.

"About that!" Luke piped up from next to them, brows knotted in worry. "Isn't it dangerous to say something like that! He's a demon. You don't know what he could do to you!"

"He is a demon," they say with a nod, twisting in their seat to scan the crowded courtyard till they spot Mammon. Even with RAD's usual lunchtime din, they can tell he's being loud as he tries and probably fails to scam some of the lower level demons. As though feeling their gaze, he raises his head and catches their eye, startling and whipping his head back down. Their heart flutters even as a truly wicked smile spreads across their face what was that Lucifer said about being careful of demons corrupting their soul?

Schooling their face back into soft and sweet they turn to face the others, "but I can take him."

Luke splutters.

"Take him down?" Solomon asks with clear interest.

"Utterly and thoroughly neutralized."

"Without using your pact?"

"Yep."

"The second most powerful demon?"

"Only if you're willing to bet on it."

"Angels don't gamble!" Luke says flustered. "You're a human he could eat you but - but even if you insist on doing this, we are angels we can't gamb-"

"I must admit I am interested in seeing how exactly you'll do this. It is a bit hard to believe," Simeon cuts in, as serene as ever.

"SIMEON!"

"Mammon may not always be...the brightest... but he is still one of the Devildom's most powerful demons. Ah, I guess I'm also interested to see what you'll do." Solomon says over Luke's indignant shriek.

"So it's a deal?"

"It's a deal."

"I suppose it is," Simeon says with a soft laugh.

"You guys can't be serious!?"

They look down at Luke, stamping down the urge to ruffle his hair, "It's okay, Luke. I've got this. You don't have to place a bet. And. Well. If things get out of hand, I've got two angels to help me out, right?"

"Right.... Right! Of course! We'll look out for you! Right, Simeon?" Luke's face is flushed, but his eyes are steely with resolve.

"Always." Simeon agrees softly

"Then what do we do now?" Solmon looks past them to where Mammon had been.

"We'll wait till he gets here. It won't take long." They twist in their seat again to see Mammon has drifted even closer. It won't take long at all till Mammon's patience runs out and he stops pretending he hasn't been angling towards their table this whole time.

Five minutes.

Five fucking minutes.

That's all it took. God. Is that considered sinful when you're down in hell?

They bite their lips to stop a snort from forming and subsequently choke on air as Mammon wedges himself into the nonexistent space between them and Luke with an elbow and a "Watch it pup."

"NOT A DOG!" Luke cries as they continue trying to hack up a lung.

"The fu-" Mammon's gaze darts quickly to a scowling Luke "heck's wrong with ya?" he snaps even as his hand worriedly rubs at their back.

They take a deep breath and finally look up. Luke has gotten up to sit next to an amused looking Solomon and an equally amused Simeon. What the fuck kind of angel smiles as someone chokes to death!? Oh. Right. One who was friends with Lucifer. "Nothing. Thought of something funny then my respiratory system tried to kill me. It happens."

"What the fu- heck's wrong with humans?"

"A lot." "A lot."

Their smile finally breaks out as Solomon shares an equally manic one.

"Jeez."

"Eh. It's fine we're used to it."

"Right.... So... what were ya talkin 'bout before?"

They smile a small secret smile to the others.

Commence Operation.

"Oh, you know-"

Step 1. Turn towards him.

"-the weather." It's cheesy.

"The weather." He cocks his head. Cute.

Step 2. Shift closer.

"Yup." It's terrible.

"What's wrong with the weather?"

Step 3. Eye contact.

"It's just, I sometimes wish the Devildom had a sun." Would they have run screaming for the hills if someone tried this with them? Yes. Yes, they would.

"Yeah!? What's so great 'bout the sun!? It's just bright and hot. We've got way better stuff!" He turns his head, gesturing at the luminous plants and insects around them. His ears are red. Cute!

Step 4. Place a hand behind him on the bench and lean closer.

"I know," But Mammon likes cheesy and terrible.

They raise their free hand. Brushing their fingers through his bangs and tucking a lock of hair behind his ear. He's frozen. They run their fingers behind his ear before they cup his cheek and carefully turn his head back towards them. His throat bobs as he swallows. Face red and eyes wide. His pupils shift to the slits more often seen in his demon form. Gently, their thumb caresses under his eye.

Step 5. The Finishing Blow.

"But you would look even more radiant in the sun's light."

[-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-]

"I hate you."

"Come on."

"You're the worst."

"Come onnnnnnnn."

"Absolutely evil."

"Mammonnnnnn."

"The cute act's not gonna work. Ya on my black book now! Ya hear!"

"Mammon, come on, it's not that bad!" It was. Oh Dear Go- Lord it was. With a hell raising shriek, Mammon had flailed back, almost falling off the bench before collapsing on the table with a resounding thunk. Flaming red face hidden behind his hands, he hadn't moved till lunch had finished and the rest of the courtyard had eventually scattered.

He had remained red and silent throughout the rest of their classes.

To be fair, they had expected red-faced stuttering. They hadn't expected that.

"It was and go away, I'm not talkin' to ya."

"I can't! We're both walking towards home."

"Well, don't walk with me!"

"Come on! You love me!"

"I DON'T!"

Ah! His ears just turned red again. Cute!

"Well, that's too bad then." They trot to catch up to him.

"Why's that?" His gaze darts to the side trying to catch theirs, but they keep on looking ahead.

"Cause I love you."

They continue walking even as he stutters to a stop. They count the seconds until he finally recovers and dashes after them. Pouncing on them, he slings an arm around their shoulders and ruffles their hair with the other. "Don't just say things like that!" He tries to growl, but they can hear the smile fighting to take over, even through their shrieking at the continued roughhousing.

"Why! It's not like you didn't know it!" They duck from under his arm and attack his sides with their fingers.

Cackling as he leaps away from them, they finally catch a look at his face. Their smile freezes as he overcomes his own laughter and wipes away a stray tear. Blushing, beaming and beautiful. Even in the dim light of the Devildom, he is absolutely radiant.

"Ah," their mind reels as they try to find their composure. They couldn't turn into a mushy, goopy mess in the middle of the street. "I thought you'd be proud of me."

"What?" He's regained his own composure, but the lopsided smile has yet to leave his face. "'bout what?"

"Taking money from an angel. That's pretty smart, isn't it?"

They start walking again and Mammon follows, easily matching their pace. Eyes dancing with fondness, he snorts, "Yeah, not bad for a puny human."

"Hey! You're barely taller than me!"

"Pfffft! You were okay, but obviously The Great Mammon could've won twice as much."

"Well, I guess The Great Mammon wouldn't fancy a little shopping trip with my meagre winnings."

"...a shopping trip?"

"Sure," bumping their hips together, "a shopping trip. My treat."

"Right! It'd better be! As an apology to The Great Mammon."

"I am sorry, you know."

They wrap an arm around his waist as he wraps one around their shoulder.

"Yeah?" He presses a soft kiss to their temple.

"Hmm. I didn't mean to expose your praise kink."

"OI!"

[First posted: July 25th, 2020]

(Fic on AO3)

as per the results of a poll, I've decided to post all my OM! fics on tumblr as well.

I'll be posting fics once a week and going in order of oldest to newest. If a fic has multiple chapters, each chapter will be posted once a week. WIPs won't be posted until they're complete.

I won't be reposting any fics I've already posted here, such as fics from my "Fake Fic Title" series.

If you want to read the next chapter of a fic/the next part of a series much sooner, you can find the work on AO3.

New fics (actively writing a long one shot rn) will also be posted to AO3 (with their links posted on tumblr along with my fic tag list) and won't appear on tumblr for some time.

Reblogs and comments are always loved and treasured!!

- Sam 🐸🩷

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obeyme-lost-thought · 7 months

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The little girl

Self-indulge AU to give me some motivation and write something because I literally disappeared (and you all duplicate, like, what 120?!).

Something happened with Barbatos's power and a teenager girl come out from a different timeline... the problem are her mother and uncles.

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As she was standing on the ground, her gaze was analysing every single one of them. Not even her Rad uniform could sell her as a demon, as she had a very particular Aura that could seem everything except demonic.

"Is she.."

"An Angel" - "A Human"

A perfect balance come form the girl, as if Heaven and Earth were both inside her.

"Eh-... Ehhhhh. What happened ? Why am I on the ground? Weren't us talking about the exchange students program? And why are you all here?"

A sweet voce that expressed surprise and fear filled the Council Room. Of course, no questions could had been asked if the girl continued to panic, so, trying to go on with what they thought was a delirium, Diavolo started to speak and try to calm her.

"Exchange students program? Are you maybe an exchange student? "

"Wha- what? Of course I am. It was you, Lord Diavolo, to specifically ask for me as one of the two representatives of my realm"

"I'm sorry to inform you, but here nobody has ever heard about you"

"Ehhhh. Is it a form of joke ?! How can you say that with them behind you?"

While the strange girl and the Prince were both trying to understand what the other was saying, the "problem's origin" had a open book near him, and after seeing what it was about (and its power), some questions found their answers.

"So, are you saying that Barbatos, the one and only perfect butler of hell, messed up with his power and so I'm in a different time line with a different story ?"

"Pretty much, yes, that how it went"

"But if I can say my thought, young master, the culprit isn't me, but the one who left open a dangerous book, hopping that somebody touched it "

At the and of the sentence, a guilty Satan looked at the butler, whispering a sorry.

"Anyway, leaving out guilty or punishment, how can I go back in my timeline?"

"That... the problem. To know the exactly timeline in which I have to send you back, I have to know the reason why it's... different(?)"

"Well, honestly from what I'm seeing, there are a lot of different things, precisely 7/8 people"

"It's not about people, but about event, so it isn't easy as you think"

...

Silence

No one try to talk, as for knowing what is the difference, one of the two part had to tell the other one all the secret and events that take them in th Council Room.

"Well, why don't she try to stay here some week and wait for one of us to found out the difference? No say every single event of our life. No problem. Only the one which change our time line. When we found out, Barbatos can send her in this moment of her timeline."

"That... a good idea Mc. She can stay at Purgatory Hall."

That how, somehow, a temporary solution was found out, and the girl as been living in this Devildom for quite a month.

From her words, she's more older than what Solomon thought, but at the same time she's more younger that what Simeon thought.

For some reason she's half angel and half human, but she doesn't want to say who are her parents, as she swear that only the one who she trusts a lot can know, making clear that she still wary of them.

Her name is Rachel as it mean ewe or lamb and was a way for her mother to ask protection form God for her. This implemented that her birth wasn't well accepted in Celestial Ream. But the real reason why she specified it was for MC, a true lamb.

For all the time she was as been there, the more asked questions was about the brothers and MC. The latter, actually, was more about their nature, similar to her as they also emitted both angelic and human energy. But that was also a secret that nobody wanted to say.

In this way, a game of questions, lie, answer and secrets started, while everyone become more fond of the girl.

The relationship with Rachel and the brothers was very strange. She always felt safe with them, even if no things were made for make her feel this way. And they didn't hate if this other lamb wanted to pass her time with them. Lucifer and the Twins especially felt very protective, not that the others were more different. Stargazing with Belphi were became a daily to-do, as cooking with Beel. Lucifer started to ask her for some favor, having a lot of trust in her. Reading time with Satan or Levi (with manga of course) ... go out to shopping with Asmo... or helping Mammon get some money in a legal way. A strong bond created, thing that surprised the brothers but not Rachel.

As 2 month passed and trust grow bigger, the 2 parts chose to answer onesty one question. Because they are more, Brothers and MC were the firsts to answer, not knowing that it would be enough to found out the true.

"Let just say that I'm curious and I saw a so much difference that I don't have an actually question. So, MC, why are you... this way?"

"Well, it's difficult to explain... do you know the angel Lilith?"

"Why? Of course I know her... and very very well"

"Better this way. I'm the descent of the former angel Lilith"

....

A sad face appear on the girl.

"What... what do you mean former?"

Simeon, that with Diavolo and Barbatos was also there, said what nobody wanted to.

"Rachel... Lilith is dead"

Tears start to fall form eyes that watch and analyse every one as the first day that she was there.

"Again, what do you all mean? Dead?

As the girl continues to ask always the same question about his sister, Mammon lose his cool and scream against her.

"YES, SHE'S DEAD. THAT IT, SO STOP WITH ALL THIS QUESTIONS. IT'S OUR TOURN"

But still, even a louder voice didn't stopped her. And so, in a sound full of pain, an important part of the puzzle slipped form her lips.

"AGAIN, WHAT DO YOU ALL MEAN? MY MOTHER ISN'T DEAD"

On Mammon, holding him from the collar of the shirt, both of them stopped to scream to cach their breath.

"I- I... mother?"

No answer.

"Can I... can I ask another question? It was the second one in my list... Why- why are you a demon uncle Mammon?"

Let's not say more on the discussion, as everyone didn't actually said anything more, and for good 10 minutes stayed in the pose they had before. More questions were added and not even Belphagor sleeped the night.

In the morning, everyone more calm, the one and only things that was needed to be known started to have a form.

"So... you are Lilith's daughter" Asked Lucifer with a rather sweet voice for the situation

"And here mom died" Rachel said.

....

Mammon break the silent: "We fought against our father to protect our sister, and loosed. That why we are demons". Words that wanted to answer the question of the day before.

"My ... uncles also fought for mom and me, but not against grandpa"

"Your father... who is he?"

"I- I don't know my father. He died for a lliines"

"Here, our Lilith, tried to save his lover, probably your dad, with angelic food. That why she was doomed from God"

"Ah... I think I know the difference between our timeline.."

Before starting to talk again, Rachel take a deep breath.

"My mother wanted to save dad the same way she did here, but she couldn't because she was already pregnant... with me.

Having an child with a human, mom called me the way she did hopping to get God's approval for my existence. As he never said anything, I was accepted in the Celestial Realm.

Still, older angels were against it and so a war started. It was already declared the winner, as Uncle Lucifer had help form the other Serafin and his precious brother. Only one time me and mom end up in a very dangerous situation, and Uncle became so angry that Uncle Satan born, not as a demon, avatar of wart, but as an angel, protector of human hybrids.

With the start of the exchange students program, Lord Diavolo asked expecially for me, as I was a representative of both realm... and that explain why I was in the Council Room 2 months ago"

... Nobody tried to say anything or ask something alse. But Leviathan felt the true form his brothers... jealousy. A timeline where they were all together. Where their family was happy and alive.

What no one knew was Diavolo's relief for having Lucifer, or Barbatos choosing this timeline as his reality because it was the most convenient for the Prince. Or Mc's fear of a world where they never met everyone.

And in the end, no more things come out, as Rachel wanted more than before come back in her timeline, and Barbatos didn't lose time in sending her back.

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X: How many story want to create that have a new character or some reference to Lilith ?

Me: Yes

It was an Au that I wanted to perfect and make it a fanfiction, but I never was able to do it, so single post where I try to explain it as best as possible.

For any grammatical errors, tell it to my clock (3:00 am).

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diodellet · 1 year

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he's the romantic one (simeon x gn!reader)

ay new smut with the angel man! but also please stop torturing me with your beauty!! i am BRoke!!!! content warnings: -reader is described as flat-chested (no mention of genitalia) ++established relationship shenanigans (of the movie date variety), some finger sucking and mentions of spit, gratuitous nipple play, frottage, handjobs word count: 2.6k words minors do not interact

With the weak volume of your laptop's speaker, you have to share a pair of earphones with Simeon, sitting close enough that your thighs touch.

"I-I don't get why they've got to hook up in the middle of the apocalypse. Ew—" You clap a hand over your eyes with a smack.

"Eh? Are you alright?" You should be thrilled. He's got his attention now trained on you.

"Mhm, yeah. I'm fine. It's just—ew what the fuck they're kissing—" In your blind search to lower the volume, your fingers accidentally increase the volume even more. You scream in tandem with the actors' moans and yank up the collar of your shirt to obscure your face, dislodging the earphone out and cutting yourself off from the audio.

Thankfully, a pair of hands shuts the laptop screen closed, putting out the last of your bedroom's light.

"I didn't think a romance scene would put you off."

Your face is still burning from the ordeal that you were put through. But you could project it—your mortification—onto that, the movie. Sitting back on your palms, you fumble blindly for the earphone. Simeon hands it to you and you quietly thank him.

"I-it's the end of the world!" you reasoned, "why would they be doing something like that? Shouldn't they be trying to—oh, I don't know—survive?"

He laughs, a carefree sound that doesn't contain a hint of mockery. You then feel the weight of his head leaning against your shoulder. "You can't blame them for wanting to... commemorate their last few days together." Maybe it's the darkness of the room, making you hyper aware of his presence beside you. You can hear a hint of wistfulness in his voice. Well, he did have a sense for romanticism.

There was a running joke that he was the cheesy one. Something something, mansplain, malewife.

"'Commemorate,'" you snort. "You sound like the type who'd wanna get married before having sex."

"And you're the one who started screaming once the leads kissed." His laughter doesn't let up. "I didn't quite peg you for the shy type."

It's not like you were completely inexperienced! You open the laptop and readjust the volume. You've watched porn and read erotica. You were given the talk about the birds and the bees, and sometimes you've indulged in your needs with your hand. This was a completely natural thing that happened, especially in movies. But even with all that knowledge...

"Actually...it was when it cut to their naked bodies but still." You protest, "I'm not shy... It's just, I'm—" You wince at the change in angle as it focuses on their faces, focuses on all the nasty sounds their lips make as they sloppily make out. "—grossed out by bodies...Why does it sound like that—they're so...into it, eugh." You turn your head away and instead look at a patch of blankets lit up by your laptop's screen.

Unaffected by the scene in front of him, Simeon muses thoughtfully, "I guess the acting might not be your cup of tea. It does seem a bit...forced." He was a writer himself, but more than that, he was an angel. Did he ever have to think about these things outside of his line of work? Well, he might not have had much reason to initially, you reason. But if he was with you now... your mind starts wandering. Did he think of you in those situations? Did casual skinships like this—sitting thigh to thigh, hands brushing against each other, little contact points to hardly exchange warmth—also have any effect on him?

If you hadn't ruined the movie watching with your annoying screaming, you were definitely ruining the experience by continuing to make a scene out of this.

"It's so bad, I can't continue watching," you groan, pressing the heels of your palms against your eyesockets. Your cheeks still have yet to stop burning with secondhand embarrassment. Your own hands reach out to shut the laptop screen closed a second time. This time, deliberate. "I'm sorry, I'm—ugh."

You are a mess.

The silence of your room combined with the thump of your pulse in your ears compounds your discomfort. "Would you have wanted to watch something else?" you ask. Why did you turn to face him? You were both sitting in darkness, so it's not like he could see you.

Simeon scoots closer to your side. He makes a non-committal noise. "I don't always watch this kind of genre, so it was interesting." His hand slips underneath the hem of your shirt, with his gloved fingertips pressed against the small of your back.

Your posture straightens at the feeling against your bare skin. "I probably ruined it, didn't I?" you blurt out.

"Well, your reactions partly made it interesting." His hand rises to rest against the base of your shoulder blade.

Thanks for calling me juvenile, you think to yourself. Your hands tighten into clammy fists, creasing the fabric of your bedsheets. "Simeon, I love you, but I think you're just saying things—" Your sentence tapers off into a surprised squeak when his palm brushes against your front.

The little noise seems to echo throughout the confines of your bedroom. "I do mean it, really, I do," Simeon reasons, his other hand snakes around your waist. Both of his palms, warm and gentle and all of those good sensations, are cupping your chest. It isn't quite stimulating, but nonetheless, it leaves you anticipating for more. "I did want to do more than just watch a movie with you though." You then hear a note of suggestiveness creep into his voice.

Your pulse speeds, buzzing with excitement. You can't fight the growing smile on your lips. "What do you mean by 'more'?"

The longer strands of his hair are tickling the side of your head as he leans closer to you. "Let me touch you, please?" he whispers right against your ear, low and breathy and needy. And you feel your pulse stutter at the sound of your name falling from his lips.

He's already been touching you, you want to say. But your words get caught in your throat. And all you can do is place your hands atop his, lean into his touch. One of your hands searches for him—

"Mm!" The firm press of his lips to yours makes you melt in his hold. Equally needy for him, maybe greedier for more. But Simeon, with all his patience and his considerate nature, is a slow lover. His tongue slips into your mouth. He isn't doing anything forceful, but you can feel your breath being stolen away. Even in his gentleness, there's something almost lewd and obscene in the gesture—He wasn't boring, far from it.

You were just impatient. Needy. Greedy.

Simeon pulls away, lightly panting. Your own breathing is also quick, chest rising and falling underneath his palms. You can feel drool running down the side of your mouth. Thank God you're under the cover of darkness in your room, he won't have to see the accompanying dazed expression on your face.

"I...hah... thought you were going to...touch me..."

"Hm? I am." His lips graze the side of your jaw—

—then the junction between your neck and shoulder— "...but...I thought..."

He hums, waiting for you to gather your words. "Thought what?" You feel his breath ghost along the center of your nape.

Was he really going to make you say it aloud? Heat creeps up your neck. You swallow tightly in a vain attempt to dispel the growing fluster. "I thought you were going to touch my...chest...a-ah Simeon—"

His gloved palms squeeze the sensitive flesh and you arch into his touch. You catch yourself, biting off the moan that threatens to escape your throat. Instead digging your nails into the skin of his wrist.

"I haven't forgotten about these," he reassures, "just let me take care of you."

The heat emanating from his body is persistent against your back. Both sides of your body are bracketed by his legs and it leaves you no room for escape. The most you can do is shift your legs in a vain attempt to relieve the growing pressure between your thighs. The tips of his fingers idly trace circles around your areolas, the gentle motion teases your nipples erect.

You're very much sure that the darkness of your bedroom is adding to it, multiplying the sensations tenfold. When he pinches the nub in between his fingers, it tears a high-pitched keening noise from your throat. Your chest pushes forward to lessen the twinge of pain. Your arousal is hard to hide at this point, you're sure that he can feel you shifting on his lap.

"Wouldn't you want me to turn around?" Your voice comes out in a whisper. So you can face him and also run your hands along his body. Maybe even get to feel him put his mouth on your chest. You want—no, you need something to occupy your hands, instead of just having them sitting there.

Instead of leaving you helpless. Passive. Subjected to his touch. A mere recipient.

"No, not yet." His hand leaves your chest and you whine at the loss of touch. Your dismay only elicits a soft laugh from him. Your ears pick up the sound of rustling fabric and before you can piece together its source, you feel the tip of his finger prodding at your bottom lip. "Will you open up?" he asks. Oh. So he took off his gloves.

You don't need to be told twice. You open your mouth and lave his fingers with your tongue. Your eyes flutter shut as the digits explore your mouth. Pressing down on your tongue, brushing against the inside of your cheek, grazing the edges of your teeth, coating them in even more of your spit. He doesn't push until the back of your throat, only shallowly fucking the inside of your mouth with his fingers. The slow deliberate movement sends you further down your arousal, filling your head with fog. Your hips thrust against empty air, searching for some kind of relief. It feels good but it's not enough—

"Mm...just like that," Simeon praises before withdrawing his fingers. Your lips feel puffy, more drool slips down your chin. You chase after his hand only to be pulled flush against his chest. His spit-laden fingers return to toy with your nipples and the newfound sensation wrings out a pitiful mewl. What you would give to have his fingers at the junction of your thighs.

"Simeon, let me touch you too, please..." you whine, unable to keep the building frustration out of your voice. You can feel his erection straining against the fabric of his pants, an insistent heat against your lower back. Wasn't he getting impatient too?

You feel him turn you around to pull you into another deep kiss, feel him swallow your long drawn-out moan, swallow down your frustration and need until you're wrenching away to gather air back into your lungs. Simeon, not quite, sated moves lower and mouths at the hollow of your throat. Moves down your torso to seal his mouth around one of your nipples. His other hand doesn't stop groping at your chest, doesn't stop palming at the heated flesh. Every brush of his tongue and fingers against your overstimulated nipples sends a little tremor through you.

The stimulus is almost bordering on painful, but in this position, you can grind against him. Savor the friction between both your groins. The fabric of your bottoms reduced to a thin barrier.

"Can I touch you too?" Your fingers ghost along his waist, hovering just short of making contact.

Simeon pulls away, releasing the nub with a pop. "Mhm." You feel him shudder as your hand brushes against the skin of his lower stomach. After unbuttoning his pants and taking his cock into your hand, you slowly drag the tip of your finger against the sensitive vein running along the underside of his shaft. His breath hitches. "...do it gently, please." His hold on you tightens and he buries his face into the crook of your neck. You can't get enough of that sound, the shaky whimper and the addicting breathiness of his voice when he calls your name.

The steady stream of precum leaking from his tip makes it easy to meet every cant of his hips with your strokes. Your hand curls into a tight fist for him to fuck. "Don't forget about..." Your other hand guides him back to your chest.

"Mmh..." The flat of his tongue drags against your other nipple before wrapping his lips around it and sucking. The gesture elicits a low groan from deep in your chest.

Quiet moans mixed with curses and praises, chants of your name and his, 'more' and 'need' and 'please', you're not sure who's saying what anymore. There's no one else to hear, but your attempts at stiflling the sounds—only making them just barely audible for the other—makes the darkness of your room all that more hallowed.

His thrusts grow more clumsy the closer he draws to release. You can feel your thighs straining with exertion. The only warning you get is the graze of his teeth against the nub, followed by him releasing your nipple to claim your mouth in another bruising kiss. And you feel him spill into your hand. Your pace doesn't let up, thoroughly milking every drop from him.

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(You keep the lights of your room on a low setting, so that neither of you trip or knock against anything as you clean up. Not that you're a messy person, but going several rounds made a simple trip to the bathroom more difficult than it needed to be. You forego your shirt, leaving it hanging off the edge of your hamper. You give your chest a cursory glance and—oh. Those look...

You set the fresh shirt from your cabinet back down.

"Should I just go shirtless...they're probably going to chafe..." you mutter to yourself as you stare at the forming bruises on your chest. Prodding a finger against your nipple elicits a quiet, pained hiss.

You don't think you can understand his fascination with your chest. Much less why he always focused so much of his attention on the two little nubs. They were small, pretty much unremarkable. Well, the underside of the shallow curve sometimes felt ticklish, but more than anything, it took an agonizing amount of time to get you to feel that much.

"I wanted to see if you could do it hands-free." Simeon's voice pulls you out of your thoughts. Your shoulders tense and your hands quickly drop to your sides. While he's also clad in his underwear, his posture is relaxed, loose.

At your wide-eyed stare, he says, "you were kind of...talking aloud." His expression is sheepish, but there's an undeniable tone of fondness and amusement coloring his words.

It doesn't take long for you to piece together what 'do it hands-free' means. Your hand claps over your mouth out of mortification. "I-is that even possible though?" Your cheeks feel hot, you can't look him in the eye and duck your gaze. "Th-that has to just be a porn thing."

His lips are right against your ear and it sends more heat through your frame. You can hear the smile in his words. "I still think it's worth a try, don't you?" You remember how you were reduced to a whining, needy mess in his lap. If that's what an attempt entailed, then what more if it became a regular thing?

"Argh, shut up! Sleep!" You knock your pillow against the side of his head. It does little to dispel the fluttering in your stomach.)

*twirls hair* haha simeon having a thing for small tits... let me have this one (1) singular fantasy

anyway if you liked reading this, don't be afraid to reblog and holler in the tags. your comments mean everything in my fight against my inner saboteur.💕💕

#obey me smut #mdni #obey me simeon #gn!reader #ibtc readers this ones for you #dellet-writings #kung kelan nagsulat ako para kay simeon...di naman siya nagpakita sa nightmare hmp. edi wag #i just think that simeon only plays up his innocent angel act when hes gonna blindside you with lewdness #but other than that the guy is freakae like gosh *fans self*

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harunayuuka2060 · 2 years

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Simeon: Thirteen, are you interested in romantic novels?

Thirteen: Ew, no.

Simeon: That's too bad. I was actually planning on giving you this one. It's a new story that I have written.

Thirteen: "A Simple Love Story"? Are you serious? It looks so bland.

Simeon: Don't judge the book by its cover. You might never know, it might be for you.

Thirteen: Huh? You just sounded suspicious there.

Simeon: *chuckles* I'll leave that to your imagination. Bye~.

Thirteen: Hey! Your stupid book- Ugh. He's already gone.

Thirteen: *raises an eyebrow* *then opens the book and reads the intro* Hm... Not bad.

*after six months*

Thirteen: *waking up being cuddled by MC*

F!MC: *waking up after her* Thirteen? Good morning.

Thirteen: Good morning. *kisses her* How's your sleep?

F!MC: *smiles* It was good because you're here with me.

Thirteen: You're so adorable~! *nibbles on her cheek*

F!MC: *light chuckles* Stop!

Thirteen: By the way, have you done reading "A Simple Love Story"?

F!MC: Hm! Risk reminds me a lot about you.

Thirteen: Yeah. Same with Taker. You have a lot of same qualities that it almost makes me want to believe that it's our story.

F!MC: But what if it does?

Thirteen: ...

F!MC: Simeon wrote it, right?

Thirteen: ...

Thirteen: I'll ask him if he could make a sequel. *snuggles closer to MC*

#obey me #obey me mc #obey me thirteen #obey me simeon #f!mc

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sammytheotakunerd · 2 years

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What if the swap AU meets the original AU?

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Swap!MC: So, this is me?

Original!MC: Omg she's so hot-

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Swap!Solomon: Do you know what their highness likes in your world?

Original!Solomon: No, but I do know that they love my cooking!

Swap!Solomon: ....Really?

Original!Solomon: I mean, yea. They said that it was so good that they fainted right after!

Swap!Solomon: *Knows that Original!MC is lying.

Swap!Solomon: Then they're a lying piece of shit-

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Swap!Simeon: ...

Original!Simeon:...

Original!Simeon: *The awkwardness getting to him.

Original!Simeon: Uhm.. hello?

Swap!Simeon: You smile too much.

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Swap!Luke: *Glaring at Original!Luke

Original!Luke: Are you ok..?-

Swap!Luke: Ew, don't talk to me, you nasty angel.

Original!Luke: Then you didn't like the cookies?

Swap!Luke: *Was the taste tester

Swap!Luke: ...No..

#obey me swapped au #obey me one master to rule them all #obey me swap solomon #obey me swap simeon #obey me swap luke #obey me swap mc #obey me mc #obey me simeon #obey me solomon x you #obey me swd #omswd #obey me shall we date #obey me solomon

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princessasmosprincess · 1 year

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Charmed, I'm Sure

Chapter 13

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

Pairing: Asmodeus x GN Reader/MC

Genre: Drama, angst

Warnings: Mildly suggestive content, hypnosis

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You didn't hear much from Solomon for over a week. Multiple times you found him deep in conversation with Satan, their heads bent over magic texts. More than once Solomon had looked up and winked at you, leading you to believe something was in motion. It wasn’t until you received a message from him earlier that day, saying preparations would be moving forward and to meet him in the House of Lamentation’s library after RAD, that you fully accepted he was helping you.

You invited Beel, Mammon, and Levi to join you, since you’d originally recruited them to help you with your quest . Levi had declined his invitation, still embarrassed over the love potion fiasco. Beel was already seated on the couch enjoying some cupcakes baked by Simeon and Luke that Solomon had brought with him. Mammon wasn't there yet, he told you he had an errand to run.

When you arrived at the library, Satan and Solomon were already there. Satan was busy drawing an intricate magic circle on the floor in chalk, it took up nearly a third of the room.

“So how is this going to work?�� You asked.

Solomon sat down on a chair, spreading his black cape out behind him. “I had originally thought to amplify Asmo’s powers, in the hopes that the added strength would allow his charm to work over you.”

"Oh?" That sounded promising.

Solomon continued. "I'd never tried amplifying a demon's powers without their knowledge, so I tested it out on Barbatos when I visited the Demon Lord's castle for a meeting with Diavolo."

Satan paused his drawing, sitting back on his heels. "And did it work?"

"Well his power definitely did get stronger. You should have seen his face when he warped across the room while cleaning the floor,” He laughed at the memory. "But he knew right away that I'd caused it to happen. And when he found me hiding behind a suit of armor, he chased me out of the castle brandishing a mop."

"He did?" Beel's eyes widened.

You were having a hard time picturing the elegant butler running at all, but he must have been fast. Barbatos was an extremely powerful demon, one who intimidated, if not totally frightened other demons, even those of similar rank. Diavolo himself followed Barbatos’s council when it was offered.

"If he wanted to catch you, he would have." said Satan.

"I know." Solomon said.

"So in the end, it didn't work." You frowned. The whole point was that Asmo didn't know there was magic other than his charm involved. He needed to believe it was all his own doing.

"It did not. But that doesn't mean we're out of luck," he said. "For your safety's sake I want to avoid using traditional magic on you as much as possible. I thought we would try Human World hypnosis instead. Is that ok with you, MC?”

“Yes.” You had never gone under hypnosis before. You knew it was a real thing even before you came to the Devildom and learned that magic did exist. And it did seem a lot milder and safer than potions and curses.

"This is going to be so fascinating," said Satan, putting the finishing touches on the magic circle. "I've read about Human World hypnosis in books but I've never seen it in practice."

“If we’re doing hypnosis, what's the magic circle for?” You asked.

“You’ll see,” said Solomon.

The double doors to the library opened and Mammon entered carrying a small white bundle.

“The Great Mammon has procured Asmo’s jacket from the laundry as requested.” He puffed out his chest proudly. “Why did we need this anyway?”

“It’s still got his pheromones on it.” Solomon said simply.

“Ew.”

Solomon shrugged. “We need our Asmo proxy to be as Asmo-ish as possible, without actually being him.”

With the last item obtained, everything was in order to begin the hypnosis. You sat down in a chair and folded your hands in your lap.

Solomon stood before you. “Are you ready, MC?”

“Yes,” you nodded.

“First we’re going to do a trial. Something to test if you're suggestible enough for hypnosis.”

“Ok,”

“I need total silence for this to work.”

“That means stop eating, Beel.” Said Satan.

“Aw.” Beel put down his cupcake.

Solomon pulled a pendulum out of his pocket, a rose quartz crystal point hanging from a silver chain. He dangled it in front of your face, swinging it slowly. “MC, I want you to fix your eyes on the crystal as it moves through the air.”

You did, your eyes flicking back and forth with the movement of the pendulum.

“With each breath your eyelids are going to feel heavy. Listen to your body, MC, you’re exhausted.”

Your eyelids narrowed a fraction, your eyes still following the crystal.

“As I count down, your eyes are going to close. And once I reach one, you will fall asleep. Wouldn't it be nice to sleep?”

You nodded lightly.

“Five… four… three…”

Your eyes were just barely open now.

“Two… one!”

Your eyes fell closed and you sunk into your chair, your chin falling to your chest.

“Now,” Solomon said, just a bit quieter. “When I snap my fingers you're going to wake from this hypnosis and… meow like a cat.”

Solomon snapped his fingers.

You sat up automatically, letting out a very realistic sounding “Meow.”

As soon as the word left your lips you felt your cheeks growing hot. The trial had worked, but you felt a little embarrassed.

A triumphant grin lit Solomon’s face.

“Whoa,” said Mammon. “It actually worked.”

“Yes,” said Satan, a faint dusting of pink glowed on his cheeks. “It did.”

“This is good news. We can proceed,” Solomon wrote some notes in his little notebook, snapping it shut once he was finished. “We’ll begin our experiment with the control. Our Asmo proxy will try to charm you, MC, before I put you under hypnosis again.”

Satan volunteered. “Since I have the highest scores in seductive speechcraft of anyone here–not to mention I helped create the proxy spell we'll be using,” he said, still blushing. “It’s only natural that I stand in for Asmo.” He reached for the jacket.

“You don't even have a pact with MC,” said Beel. “I wanna do it.”

“Not gonna happen, little bro,” Mammon snatched the jacket from the two of them. “I’m the oldest here so I get to do it. Besides, I was MC’s first.”

“What does that have to do with anything?” Satan argued.

“It has everything to do with it!”

“Gentlemen,” Solomon said with a chuckle as if laughing at some private joke. “Whoever it is has to fit the jacket.”

“So that rules out Beel and Satan,” you said. “Your shoulders are too broad.”

The two demons looked disappointed. Satan cursed under his breath.

You turned to Solomon. “What about you, Solomon? I’m sure Asmo’s jacket would fit you.”

He declined. “It would be better for a demon to stand in for another demon, besides,” he began to laugh again. “I want to fully enjoy what's about to happen right now.”

“Then Mammon it is.”

“Yes!” said Mammon. “Not that I really cared that much or anything.”

Mammon slipped the jacket on. Despite having the narrowest shoulders of the demons present, the jacket was a snug fit. He held his arms unnaturally stiff and away from his body, like a doll.

“Now stand in the middle of the magic circle, Mammon,” said Solomon. "The circle is going to mimic the Avatar of Lust, effectively giving him Asmo's charm powers."

"A waste on a demon like Mammon," Satan murmured.

"I'm gonna choose to ignore that," said Mammon.

He entered the circle and the chalk outline began to glow pink. He still looked like Mammon, but his blue eyes turned gold like Asmo’s.

Solomon guided you by your shoulders to stand in front of Mammon.

“Say something Asmo would say.”

Mammon cleared his throat. “Come ‘ere, hon.” He beckoned you with his hand.

You stared at him, eyebrow raised.

“Uh…”

“What an idiot.” said Satan.

“Yeah, you would have been better at this, Satan.” Said Beel.

Solomon sighed. “One more time, Mammon. Try something different.”

“This ain’t easy ya know! Not while everyone’s watchin’ me!” Mammon shifted from foot to foot. “Aw, what is it that Asmo always says when he’s tryin’ to charm someone? Right! MC, look into my eyes!”

You obeyed, locking eyes with Mammon.

One second passed. And then another.

A blush was starting to creep up on Mammon’s face as the two of you held a staring contest. “A-anything?”

You shook your head, frustrated. “Nothing.”

Solomon wrote down a few more notes. “That's fine, this was just the control, remember? What happened was expected.”

While Mammon stayed standing in the middle of the magic circle, you sat back down in your chair and awaited the next step.

Solomon stood in front of you, once more swinging the crystal pendulum. You followed it with your eyes.

“I'm going to bring you down deeper this time, MC,” he spoke gently, his voice just above a whisper. “Don’t speak or move unless you’re instructed to do so. Don’t take your eyes off the pendulum. You’re perfectly relaxed, all tension is gone.”

Your body began to relax first, it felt almost like you were floating. It was a surprisingly warm feeling.

“Nothing in this world is as important as this pendulum, let everything else fall away into nothingness. I want you to inhale–”

You did.

“And exhale. With each breath you’re going to fall deeper and deeper.”

It was a strange feeling, going under. You felt as if you were both inside and outside of your body. Part of your mind was alert and the other part was drifting off. Solomon sounded as if he was speaking to you from another room.

“I’m going to count down from five and when I reach one you will fall into the deepest sleep. Five… four…”

The edges of your vision went blurry, like you were in a dream. Your eyes were slowly falling closed with every tick of the pendulum and every breath.

“Three… two… one.”

You slumped in your chair, your eyes fluttering shut. No one dared to breathe.

Now came the prescription. Solomon began very clearly. “Picture Asmodeus in your mind, MC. You feel good, you’re totally safe with him.”

You smiled in your tranced state as you imagined the handsome Avatar of Lust standing before you. You did feel safe with him.

“Stare into his eyes. You love him, you want him.”

Solomon slipped the pendulum back into his pocket as he spoke. “In a few moments I’m going to snap my fingers. From now on when you stare into Asmodeus’s eyes, you will fall under his charm.”

He paused for a few seconds, allowing the command to sink in before continuing. “One… two… three.” And he snapped his fingers.

You woke a little slower this time, sitting up as if nothing had happened. You looked to Solomon first, a question on your face.

“MC, would you come stand over here, please?” He asked.

Once you reached him, he turned you around to face Mammon.

On Solomon’s signal, Mammon began as before.

"MC, darling," he crooned in his best Asmo impression, his cheeks already beginning to blush again. “Look into my eyes.”

There was an immediately noticeable difference. You stared at him, tilting your head, your hazy eyes flashed silver for a brief second, your pupils dilating.

Solomon nodded at Mammon to keep going.

"Come over and k-k-kiss me?" he managed to say.

A smile spread across your face. You walked towards Mammon slowly, your eyes totally focused on him, your hips swaying. You entered the magic circle, stopping right in front of him.

Mammon gulped. He remained still as a statue as you slid your hands up to his shoulders, leaning in to kiss him. Mammon closed his eyes and reached up to cup your cheek.

"That's enough of that!" Satan and Beel shouted at the same time.

Satan wiped away part of the magic circle with his hand, which caused the rest of it, and the spell, to disintegrate, while Beel hauled you away from Mammon by your waist.

With the magic circle's spell broken, you came to, blinking, your eyes wide. Beel set you down. "It-- It actually worked?"

"It did," Solomon grinned. He pulled out his little notebook and wrote a few things down. "I want to do a few more tests just to be sure, so we'll have to redraw the magic cir--"

"Yoo-hoo! Anyone in there?" A voice sounded through the library doors.

"That's Asmo!" said Solomon.

“I can hear you, you know,” Asmo called, “I’m coming in!”

Everyone scrambled to act natural.

Mammon sat down in a chair and covered his face with his hand, his cheeks still bright red from your almost-kiss. Satan, who still had a smudge of chalk on his cheek, rushed to sit on the couch opposite Beel, tossing RAD textbooks to him and Solomon, all of them opening to random pages.

You sat next to Beel, leaning up against him and closing your eyes as if you had fallen asleep. You weren't ready to see Asmo right now, not when the experiment had just begun. There were still more tests to do and you didn’t want to be disappointed if your efforts failed yet again.

“So as you can see, the white flowers of Black Nightshade distinguish it from its deadly sister, Atropa Belladonna.” said Solomon, a little too loudly to be considered natural. The others nodded along.

“My, my, isn’t this a sight?” said Asmo as he came to the edge of the circle, his eyes lighting on your presumably sleeping form. “Defenseless MC in the middle of three demons and a sorcerer. I hope you boys know how to share.”

“We do,” said Beel. “It’s my turn to sit with MC now and then–”

“Beel,” Satan hissed. “That’s not what he means,”

You were grateful you had buried your face in Beel’s arm so Asmo couldn't see you trying to hold back a laugh.

Asmo looked between Beelzebub and Satan. “Well I hope you don't, ah, overstimulate the poor thing.” he said tightly. Something about the way you leaned into Beel was rubbing him the wrong way.

“We’re just studying,” said Satan. “Did you come here to distract us?”

Asmo sighed dramatically, “No, I actually came here to ask if any of you had seen my white jacket. I was going to take it to the dry cleaner’s on the way to the club. My punishment is up now so I can finally go out to party.” He shot a pointed glance towards Solomon who just smiled back. Asmo’s eyes wandered back to you.

“Well, have fun then,” Mammon said.

Asmo finally tore his gaze away from you, his eyes landing on his second oldest brother wearing the very familiar jacket.

“Mammon,” he smiled sweetly, a venomous edge hiding just below the surface. “Is that my jacket? The one I was just asking about?”

“No, what'da’ya talkin’ about? I got this from one a’ my modeling gigs.”

Asmo sniffed the air near him. “No, that's mine. It still smells like Abyzou No. 19.”

Mammon fidgeted in his seat. “I uh, also wear Abyzou No. 19.”

“Since when?”

“Since I also got it from one a’ my modeling gigs.”

Asmo didn't look convinced.

“Oh, you’re looking for your white jacket?” Satan cut in, “I already took it to the cleaner's with a few shirts of mine.”

Asmo blinked. “Well thank you, Satan. I guess I'll see you all tomorrow then. Have fun with… Whatever you're doing here.” He took one final glance at you and then swept out of the room.

Once Asmo’s footsteps faded into the distance, you sat up. “What do we do now?”

“First, how do you feel? I forgot to ask earlier.” Solomon asked. Putting you under twice was already a lot, even if it wasn't traditional magic.

“I did feel some slight dizziness when I came to,” you said. “But it’s gone now.”

Solomon made a note of that. “I don’t sense anything abnormal.” He scanned your body as he had before in the school library.

“Could be lovesickness,” said Mammon.

You rolled your eyes.

“You probably haven't eaten enough today,” Beel said, shoving a pink iced cupcake into your hand. He was right, you ate it gratefully.

“We did pull you out of the spell rather quickly,” said Satan. “I apologize for that.”

That was probably it.

“Satan, redraw the magic circle,” Solomon directed, “I want to try one more time.” He would keep a close eye on you as the experiments continued, just in case.

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Cross-posted on AO3

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