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the-lady-writes-what · 2 months

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How the Brothers react to you riding them, Beel

Pretty much All Porn/No Plot, so minors be warned (and stay out)

Content: face sitting, food play, praise + body worship (receiving)

These are all my own head canons. Don’t be mean about it.

Lucifer Asmo Levi Mammon Belphie Satan

🔞NSFW Content Below! 18+ Only! Minors DNI!🔞

Headcanons:

I think Beel is an ass man. Personally, I think he likes a soft stomach and thick thighs as well. He espeically loves to grope your cheeks (and I don't mean your face) while you're sitting on him

Food. We're talking about the Avatar of Gluttony. Food play is on the metaphorical table

I'm not saying he has poor stamina, but I feel like Beel (in my personal opinion but you're free to have any valid headcanons of your own) has to work up an appetite for sex.

And the best way to do that is to sit on his face. I mean it. He loves it. No matter how big you think you are, he's going to have the strength to keep you there. You're not going to suffocate him, I promise. Besides you're going to need it.

I think Beel isn't very big, but he is very girthy

He's not known for being very noisy in the bedroom. Beel in general seems to me a quiet kind of person. It doesn't make much sense to me that he'd make a lose of noise or be a loud grunter in bed. He makes a little bit of noise, but not a lot.

Snacks afterwards

"Belphie is going to be working on a school project with Levi and Asmo all night. So...if you want to come over?"

Say less.

It wasn't often that you and Beel got his room all to yourselves. Belphie would usually be sleeping in his bed while you guys slept in Beel's. Having his twin in the same room more often than not killed the mood. You couldn't get horny while Belphie was just a few feet away. The one time you two got all hot and bothered under the covers, Belphie's snoring disrupted any plans of sex. Whether it was accidental or on purpose, the mood died. Most of the time, Beel managed to sneak into your room when you slept there and do the deed there, but your bed was small for the pair of you.

After dinner when the other brothers left the table to be off to their own devices, you scurried your room and grabbed a couple things you might need. When you arrived at Beel's room, the same one he shared with his twin, he appeared in the doorway as if he'd been there since he left the dinner table. You didn't even need to knock when the bedroom door swung open. There was a slight blush to his cheeks.

"Hey," said Beel.

"Hey." You repeated.

You both glanced up and down the hallway to make sure nobody saw you go in. When it seemed the coast was clear, you slipped inside. The bedroom was dimly lit with a few cherry scented candles littered about the room. Belphie's side of the bedroom was mercifully void of Belphie. You smiled to yourself before Beel kissed you.

No matter what size you were, Beel could lift you off your feet. He was stronger than ten oxen. The Avatar of Gluttony had well-fed muscles to pick you up. Beel did just that. You gave out a squeak of surprise when Beel bent down to crook his arm behind your knees, pull you up, and carry you to the bed. The upper blankets were peeled back in anticipation. Spread out on the sheet were bowls of fruit, honey, and whipped cream.

"Is this dessert?" You ask.

Beel answered, in part, by kissing your shoulder as his large, rough hands worked free the buttons of your shirt.

"You're my dessert." Beel murmured against your skin.

You turned around and faced him, putting your arms on his shoulders. You pushed his jacket off. The kissing resumed. Your mouths parted only long enough for you to take Beel's shirt off. In return, Beel slid off your blouse. Where your clothes ended up, you couldn't care less. Layer after layer, you both got naked. You carefully moved onto the bed while trying not to tip over any of the bowls. Beel joined you, though he had to be a bit more careful than you.

Skin to skin, hands roved each other's bodies. You delighted in the bumps and muscles on Beel while he admired your everything. Perhaps this wasn't the time to take things slow as Belphie could make a surprise visit or come back early at any minute. But you wanted to be touched and loved on and worshiped by your demon lover in his own large bed instead of making due with your much smaller one. There was space aplenty as Beel often liked to toss and turn in his sleep.

Beel daubed a fat strawberry into the cream to feed you. He ate two himself but licked the whipped cream that you'd forgotten from the corner of your mouth. He fed you more strawberries and fruit, sometimes forgoing the cream or honey and sometimes not. You flicked your tongue agianst his fingers every time he fed you, teasing his fingertips. With the last strawberry, you licked his fingers clean and sucked on them. A burning heat rose in Beel's eyes. He dipped his fingers into the honey and put aside the bowls on his bedside table. His sticky fingers made a beeline for your honey pot (puns very much intended). You gasped. The sensation was a little unwelcome. Sticky was not what you should probably have down there.

But, before you could protest much further, Beel pulled you to him. He laid on his back. His large hands pulled you by the hips towards his face. You squatted down after putting a pillow beneath his neck. Beel held you down by the hips. His tongue and lips licked and worshiped your pussy. Even after he lapped the honey clean off your most sensitive area, Beel still hadn't had his fill. You gripped the headboard until your knuckles ached. You rocked your cunt against his face, riding it.

"Beel, Beel," you chanted. "Don't stop. Don't you dare stop!"

He hummed against your skin. Beel moved his hands from your hips to your ass. He squeezed your cheeks with both hands while helping you rock against his mouth. The room filled with the sounds of you moaning and whimpering and calling out his name. Your toes curled as pleasure shot down your spine. Beel's tongue drove you up and over the edge. You came crashing down with a loud moan, arching your back, and bucking against his face. You creamed all over his mouth. Beel slurped it up before finally letting you off.

Boneless, Beel settled you on top. He slipped you down to his crotch. You knew what he wanted. You reached down to help slip his hard cock inside your slippery cunt. It was easy impaling yourself on him now that you were so wet. What he lacked in length, Beel more than made up for it by spreading you open. It was enough to make you lean your head back as he bottomed out inside you.

Beel let you take the lead. You lifted your hips and came down again, impaling yourself over and over on his cock. Beel reached for you and grabbed you by the hips. He spread his fingers over your flesh and held on. Beel grunted softly as you rode him.

"So, so good, MC. You feel so good."

Beel sat up. His arms were like temple columns around your waist as he pulled you to his chest. Your nipples rubbed against him as picked up the pace, going faster. Your mouths met in a kiss. Beel tightened his hold on you and started moving with you. He thrust upwards, making you see stars.

You broke away from the kiss. Your mouth feel open, first with a sigh, then moaning. Skin against skin, flesh against flesh, Beel pounded you from under you. Your nails dug into his shoulders knowing full well that he could take it. Your human nails couldn't be a match for such a strong demon lord.

"You're perfect, MC." Beel growled against your skin. He bucked up into you harder. His mouth latched onto your breast. He switched between them as he suckled and nibbled on them.

"B-Beel, I'm...I'm close!"

"Me too."

Beel wouldn't let you go. You matched his pace, driving his cock deeper, faster into your body. White hot pleasure shot down your spine. As if sensing the approaching climax, Beel held you close, rocking his hips into yours as hard and fast as he could. You shuddered as you cried out. You gushed around him. Goosebumps prickled your skin as you came down. Beel kissed your shoulder with an open mouth. His mouth sucked on your skin with his teeth lightly grazing it. He groaned as he bit into crux where you shoulder met your neck. His body stuttered beneath you, thrusting upwards a handful of times before burying to the hilt. Beel squeezed you as he filled you up. When he finally released you, he kissed your mouth pushed your hair out of the way.

"Beautiful," he said before kissing you again.

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anon-karasu · 1 year

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Somniloquy

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Summary: Mc overhears the brothers talking in their sleep.

Category: Gen/ Headcanons

Rating: General Audiences

Language: English

Characters: Lucifer, Mammon, Leviathan, Satan, Asmodeus, Beelzebub, Belphegor

Additional Tags: sleeping, sleeping in bed together, sleep talking, talking nonsense, please get some rest Mammon, you too Lucifer, subtle possessiveness, subtle jealousy, laughing, hand holding, the twins are on opposite ends of the logic spectrum - I am so sorry, unnamed MC, gender not specified for MC, no beta

Somniloquy

Lucifer

You’ll literally have to prize this demon away from his work if you want him to get a decent night’s sleep.

You’ll always remember the first night you slept with Lucifer in his bed, you were woken up by his deep, stern voice.

“Maaaaaammoooooon”

There were some nights where his sleep talking would escalate from there.

“For the love of… Satan, Belphie… seriously, again?!”

“Asmo please…”

“Levi.”

“No… Beel, stop!”

Between each subconscious scold, Lucifer would give a series of exasperated sighs or groans and furrow his brow.

It seemed that even in his sleep this demon couldn't catch a break from his brothers’ antics.

You weren’t surprised that Lucifer looked so tired first thing in the morning.

You gave Lucifer a gentle pat on the cheek and moved your thumb in a soothing circular motion.

“… Mc…” he sighed in a much calmer voice.

You watched as his frustrated scowl quickly melted away at your touch and was replaced with a small smile instead.

Unfortunately, this only worked as a snooze button though and within an hour you heard a quiet “Maaaaaammooooon” from him again.

Mammon

Mammon is usually a pretty sound sleeper.

However if he’s been working too many shifts he will become more restless through the night.

You were drifting in and out of sleep in Mammon’s bed next to the demon when he suddenly sat bolt upright, making you give a startled jump.

You watched with a bemused expression as Mammon grabbed a television remote from the bedside table and pressed it to his ear.

“Good evenin’, you’ve reached Hell’s Kitchen. How can I help ya?”

His voice was thick with sleep and his eyes were still shut as he spoke.

Unsure of how to respond, you simply stared at Mammon as he sat motionless with the television remote still pressed to his ear before he gave an irritable grunt, threw the remote back down onto his bedside table and let himself fall back against his pillow with enough force to make the bed shake.

“They hung up… just another damn prank call wastin’ my time.” He muttered to himself in an irritable tone before he fell back into a peaceful slumber as though nothing had happened.

Leviathan

Aside from the odd mutter about normies or a hummed victory fanfare from his favourite video games and the Hana-Ruri theme tune, Levi is usually fairly quiet when he’s asleep.

So you were shocked when you woke up to hear a low growling noise one night.

In your sleepy state, you put the source down to the sound of Cerberus carrying through the House of Lamentation from the underground tomb.

That was until you felt Levi wrap his arms around your waist and pulled you closer to him in an embrace.

“Go away!” Levi murmured in a low voice as his grip tightened.

Confused by the demon’s conflicting words, you glanced over your shoulder to find Levi’s sleeping face close by.

“… they’re my Henry, not yours!”

You had to stifle a laugh as you realised that Levi must’ve been having an argument with one of his brothers in his dream.

He almost died of embarrassment and begged you not to tell his brothers when you mentioned what had happened to him the following morning, and he begged you to never bring it up again.

Satan

You usually fell asleep long before this demon even considered putting his book down for the night.

You were listlessly scrolling through Devilgram for the umpteenth as you struggled to keep your eyes open when you heard a small chuckle.

Your curiosity won over your tiredness and you glanced over in Satan’s direction only to find the demon fast asleep with the pages of his book crumpled against his chest and a smile playing on his lips as he let out another laugh.

A smile spread across your own face as you watched Satan’s expression closely, you had no doubt in your mind that he was dreaming about his beloved books or cats. That was until he murmured, “take that, Lucifer!” under his breath with another mischievous chuckle.

When you sought Satan out the following day, he was straightening out the creases in his book.

Satan stared at you in shock after you explained what had happened before a pensive expression crossed his face. “I must’ve been dreaming about pranking Lucifer, if only I could remember what the prank was,” he murmured more to himself.

You later found Satan and a groggy Belphie researching dreams in the library.

Asmodeus

After spending many nights sharing a bed with Asmo, you quickly became accustomed to his occasional stretches that were always accompanied by soft groans or sighs as he slept.

You had even come to find his little stretches cute.

Especially when he moved closer to you and draped one of his arms around your waist and let out a little hum as he nestled into your shoulder.

However one night, after his stretches, he rolled over and gently shook your shoulder instead.

“Mm?” You hummed groggily as you turned to face him and slowly opened your eyes.

“Did you look at that photo I sent you?” You could tell by his voice that he was still half asleep.

“What photo?” You asked.

“The one that I sent you.”

“It’s the middle of the night,” you pointed out with a yawn as you turned away from Asmo again and settled more comfortably into your pillow, “I’ll check it in the morning.”

“Urgh,” Asmo groaned as he flopped back onto the bed again, “fine.”

When you woke the next morning you made sure to check your inbox and after you saw that Asmo had not sent you any picture you sought the demon out.

He had no recollection of your conversation from the night before.

Beelzebub

The only sound you would usually hear from Beel when he’s asleep is his slow, deep breathing and possibly the odd snore or grunt.

You weren't surprised when you felt the bed shift as he sat up and tiredly rubbed his eyes as per his usual routine before he would seek out the kitchen fridge for a 3am feast.

You laid still for a few minutes as you waited for Beel to push himself off of the bed but felt confusion set in as he remained motionless.

You rolled over to face him, only to find Beel still sat up in bed staring down at you through bleary eyes.

“Are you okay?” You asked.

“Hm?” Beel hummed as he lifted his hand and ruffled his hair groggily as he then turned his unfocused eyes to stare around the room.

You opened your mouth to repeat your question but was caught off guard as Beel quickly grabbed your hand and interlaced your fingers together.

“Beel?”

“Otters hold hands when they sleep,” Beel’s voice was still thick with sleep, “it’s so they don’t drift away from each other,” he added with an earnest nod.

You then watched as Beel gently laid back on his pillow and pulled your interlocked hands close to his chest with a content sigh.

“Don’t drift away from me, okay Mc?”

Belphegor

A good question to ask is when isn’t Belphie talking in his sleep?

There have been times where you have had full conversations with the sleepy demon before you’ve even realised that he’s nodded off… again.

And to give him credit where it’s due, Belphie’s sleep talking is usually relevant to the conversation going on around him, so you’ve always assumed that even in his sleep, Belphie has a good level of awareness.

That was until you let him share your bed with you one night.

You had just started to drift off when you felt Belphie give a sharp jerk beside you.

“Bel—”

“Shh!” He whispered. “There’s someone standing in the wall.”

You felt a shiver run down your spine and your eyes widened as panic quickly set in before you slowly registered what he had said.

“In… in the wall?” You repeated in confusion.

“Mhm, I think it’s a salamander.”

“There’s a salamander in the wall?” You played along in amusement.

“Yeah, he told me that he controls the weather,” Belphie murmured.

You tried to stifle a laugh but couldn’t help yourself.

“It’s not funny, Mc.” Belphie snapped in his sleep. “His work is very important.”

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natstablook29 · 7 months

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I just wanna write my silly little fics, but instead, I sit here at my desk sobbing as I code. I have a Barbatos fic that I'm not even halfway done with, and it's been sitting here since August, and now I have all these ideas for Mephisto. 🙃

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asmo-cosmetics · 10 months

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brothers + smoking hcs

because like, they're vices, i bet they have vices, y'know?

lucifer

genuine cuban cigars. barbatos has had them imported from the human world for him ever since diavolo found out about the habit.

he still finds it embarrassing, of course, but they are very good quality cigars. he doesn't have it in him to refuse.

he keeps two, wrapped, in the inside breast pocket of his coat. if you see him taking one from there (rather than the cigar box that sits eternally beside the gramophone in his bedroom), you know something particularly heinous just happened.

he keeps his lighter in that pocket, too. it's a zippo-style refillable, sterling silver and engraved with his name and the demon lord's crest.

another gift from diavolo. again, it's just excellent quality. the fact that it rests over his heart nearly at all times is incidental.

mammon

blacks, almost exclusively.

-- is what he says. they're menthol blacks, but he's old enough to remember when menthols were marketed primarily to women in the human world, and he's still kind of embarrassed about his "girl" cigarettes.

they're a devildom brand, but don't get it twisted, he still prefers the most expensive variety they have.

he also likes those flavored cigarillos, the cherry or honey ones, usually.

(there's also a demonus flavor in some stores. he loves those.)

leviathan

prefers weed.

is one of those guys who is really annoying about the fact that he prefers weed.

to be fair, this is probably mostly to annoy mammon.

probably has a vape pen and an online store he likes that does those dumb cartoon-themed carts but with like. nostalgic anime.

but... it's levi. so, like... bongs.

no, but it's levi, so seriously like a legit kind of impressive collection of custom bongs purchased directly from the glassblower's akuzon page.

one of them looks like ruri-hana's flower staff.

def one of those guys who can explain to you in scientific detail how all that shit works, too.

"but what's he like high" giggly. more talkative. fascinated by everything. really honest.

he'll have cigarettes sometimes. usually when he's lonely and he wants something that smells like his brothers.

satan

he grows, prepares, and blends everything he smokes himself. everything he blends smells fucking divine.

usually uses a pipe, but he has an antique hookah from the human world that he'll get out on occasion. also not opposed to rolling clove cigarettes if he finds good rolling papers.

(levi gets him those sometimes. in return for satan rolling joints for him because he can't roll for shit and satan's are always perfect.)

the pipe is a sherlock holmes replica. it was a gift from barbatos. he treasures it.

sometimes he'll infuse magic into a blend, usually for hookah sessions with other people. with satan, you can smoke a memory, or the sound of a string quartet, or an entire ballet.

but usually, it's just a taste to fit the book he's reading. some go best with an apple cider feel, you know?

asmodeus

he used to get those little disposable vapes all the time, but eventually levi felt bad and helped him pick out a permanent one.

his juice is like. all fruit and sweets and candy flavors. he has one that tastes like vanilla cupcakes that everyone likes the smell of.

also maybe this is kind of a pull but you know that brand black devil? that makes the strawberry cigarettes with the pink paper? yeah.

looong black audrey hepburn cigarette holder. he has a little collection, actually, because, well, they're accessories, but the black one is his favorite. it's elegant and cool and looks sexy in pictures.

beelzebub & belphegor

beel doesn't really smoke unless belphie's smoking, and belphie usually just steals from his brothers.

he has a brand of reds he likes but he mostly relies on someone else picking them up for him because he is Too Lazy to go to the store.

beel actually likes the taste of asmo's best, but the reds are still his favorite because they smell/taste the most like belphie.

belphie's favorite are actually a blend satan makes and rolls for him to help him sleep.

#this was fun #obey me!#obey me! fanfic #obey me! headcanons #obey me! lucifer #obey me! mammon #obey me! leviathan #obey me! satan #obey me! asmodeus #obey me! beelzebub #obey me! belphegor #also sorry for the dialuci crumbs i can't help myself lol #notebook

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sindulgence666 · 1 year

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Mc is a modern witch 5

Summary: Unlike Solomon or the witches that the brother have interacted with, in the human realm MC is much like the modern witches we nowadays know: bottle spells, deity work, divination… just plain energy work with the help from the universe. However, since their arrival to the Devildom MC notices how their magickal abilities are stronger and the brothers seem to notice it too.

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this is a long and boring ass chapter, the next one will be better! I just didn't know how to continue without this part! I promise the next one is better ❤︎ If you have any suggestions please tell me! Levi is acting more like the Grand Admiral of Hell’s Navy instead of the shut-in, for those of you who might say he’s OOC!

Warnings: none.

Characters: Beel, MC, Levi, Mammon

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Doing as Leviathan had told you, you head to the kitchen. As soon as you approach the accorded place, the sounds of someone chewing and gulping down something makes you stop on your track.

Silence.

A moment passes, and the first idea that crosses your mind is to leave, pretending not to have seen nor heard anything. However…

— Not so fast. —A voice that definitely doesn't belong to Leviathan calls out to you.— Are you going to pretend like you didn't see me here, or is it that you're planning to go tell on me?

…

— Meh, I guess it doesn't matter either way. —A sigh of relief escapes your lips.— Anyway, what're you doing in the kitchen so late?

— I was hungry —you’re quick to come up with an excuse for the tall demon.

— Ah, you’re hungry? That makes two of us, then. —The orange-haired demon stops for a few seconds just to keep talking.— Oh, but the refrigerator's empty. I already ate everything in there.

Your eyes stay on him, as if you were waiting for him to just leave.

— What? Is there something you wanted to talk to me about?

The energy in the room suddenly drops. Going to the kitchen to meet Levi maybe wasn't the best idea. Did he forget? Where was him? What could you possibly ask?

— About your brothers… aren’t you supposed to be seven? What about the seventh-…?

— Now, don't you ever mention him in front of Lucifer. —He growls at you and you yelp at the sudden change in his attitude.— This isn’t any of your business, human. I’m leaving. I've already eaten everything that was in the refrigerator anyway.

And so, the Avatar of Gluttony takes his leave. Now, you're alone again with you, yourself and…

— Hey, MN! —Someone calls your nickname

— … Is that you, God?

— What? Seriously? —Ah, the annoyance in his voice makes him recognizable. There he is; finally Leviathan appears.— No, dumbass! Here!

Your gaze scans the room until you find him hiding. At this point, you don't even ask about it. The Avatar of Envy asks about what you heard from Lucifer and he starts looking vehemently for something in the freezer. It would be ridiculous if the credit card was actually-…

— So it really was frozen! —The third born takes out a huge block of ice with a card in it, putting it in the microwave to thaw it.

He was just about to say how stupid he was for not thinking about it earlier when…

— What’s with all the racket, you two?… HEY, wait a minute! There in the microwave… that looks like Goldie! Get it outta there before the microwave demagnetizes it and makes it useless!

Levi and you both look at each other and you take the plastic out of the microwave.

— Levi you idiot!

— Hmm, are you SURE you should be talking to me like that, Mammon?

In a matter of seconds, the bickering starts between the two demons. You prefer to stay as a bystander of their arguing, at least until…

— ..wait, WHAT?! Why d'ya want ME to make a РАСТ?! —The white haired demon suddenly raised his voice— Levi I can't believe you'd go through all this trouble! It’s just money!

— Excuse me? Remind me again which one of us tossed aside what little pride he had left, all to get his hands on a credit card?

— Hey, you shut up! And you, human! What're ya thinking, lettin' Levi use you like this? Are you stupid? Go on, say somethin'!

Leviathan was clearly annoyed before, but now he was angry. How could he refer to you as stupid? He was not using you! (Maybe he was, in some kind of way! He was trying to help you and himself too! The third born and you exchange looks for a brief second before you open your mouth again.

— Make a pact with me, Mammon.

— UH-UH, NO WAY! NOT INTERESTED!

Oh Luuucifeeer! Mammon's here unfreezing his credit caaaard!

— I mean, of course l'lI make a pact with you, human! I'd be thrilled to!

And just like that, your first pact ever with a demon is forged. A burning sensation installs itself in your skin, but your mind is stuck trying to comprehend what just happened. You just made a pact. With one of the seven avatars of the seven deadly sins. With one of the most powerful demons to ever exist. With a demon that was not Leviathan nor Lucifer.

With…

With a demon that was not Leviathan nor Lucifer! How did that happen!? Why did that happen!?

— Devildom calling to MC, are you there? —A distant voice rings in your ears.— MN? MC? Hello!?

Blink

Leviathan's room.

When did you go to his room? Why are you…? How? Just a few seconds ago you were in the kitchen and…

— Lord Leviathan… —You're not speaking casually to your friend. You’re hurt. You're speaking to the demon you trusted; to the demon that always comforted you and held you when you cried.— why Mammon?

The question goes unresolved, so you try to reformulate it.

— Why did my first pact ever had to be with Mammon, a demon I barely know and not with you, who I admire and love dearly?

A couple of seconds are spent in silence before the Admiral gathers the courage to speak and explain himself.

— Look, I know it may have seemed as if I used it to my advantage… —You look down to your feet in fear.— But I’m trying to protect you, I really am

Your brows furrow as you look up at him again, tilting your head to the side in confusion. Protecting you?

— Think about it, MN. You are in literal hell, surrounded by demons who want to eat you and devour your soul. I can't be by your side at all times, but Mammon has to. He has to protect you, and with a pact you can make sure he actually does his job.

He takes your hands in his and looks directly into your eyes.

— Why does it bother you that much?

— Because I wanted you to be my first demon!

Leviathan freezes. He blinks once, twice, thrice…

Did he listen well? Did you really…?

— I wanted us to have a pact, but you always said I wasn't ready for something like that and now you make me do a pact with a sin I don't even relate to! What's this all about!? —You sob

— So do you want to?

Your lips stop moving and you look at the demon. He is looking aside and his cheeks are fiercely red. He is clearly embarrassed and making his best effort to mantain his composture.

— Do you want to make a pact with me, MN?

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adelha-mathilde · 1 month

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Tea Time In the Devildom (Obey Me! fic)

summary: Adelha is enjoying tea with some of her favorite friends in the Devildom. While her kitten gets spoiled with attention.

characters: Adelha Mathilde (OC), Asmodeus, Satan

content: casual talk, established relationships, fluff, some sad talk

The afternoon was peaceful as Adelha served tea to her guests. Satan and Asmodeus looking glad to be with the Fae woman to openly tell her about their most recent adventure. Namely helping their pact human with several chores around RAD to then avoid getting lectured by Lucifer. Satan looking quite pleased as he kept Adelha's kitten in his arms to pet and cuddle at his leisure. The Avatar of Wrath looking all but melted as the kitten gave him face licks.

Asmodeus took out his D.D.D. to record the moment as Adelha chuckled. Satan openly nuzzling his face as the kitten did so back. Adelha watched with amusement to openly smile. "The princess is getting her daily dose of cuddles. Honestly. You all tend to spoil her too much." Asmodeus gives a giggle to then make a comment of his own. "Much like how you spoil us? Be fair, Addy. We are highly aware of how you shower many of us with special gifts or snacks. Especially for my beloved pact humans. Even Lucifer has commented on how you ease their stress with the little surprised you leave for them."

Adelha feigns ignorance to sip at her tea cup and hum a thoughtful notation. "Why my dearest Asmodeus. I have little idea what you might be talking about. Solomon tends to need magic ingredients for me to send shipments to Purgatory Hall all the time. While your beloved little sheep needs various things for school as much as their personal health. How else would they find human lotion or toothpaste or vitamins if they didn't source such from my apothecary shop?"

Asmodeus snickers to finally set his phone down and openly stare into the Dragon maiden's face. His smile more of a smirk at this point. "Playing coy now are we, Addy? Such flawless execution leaves me captivated. But I know that look and that tactic. You cannot fool me, my sweet." Satan finally sets the kitten down and on his lap for the little ball of fluff to enjoy some back rubs. The blonde taking up his tea cup to sip at the contents before speaking up. "A dragon both protects and nurtures their treasures. This is something we have come to understand from watching you and several other of the Fae that are of the dragon lineage. But your treasures are not objects or relics. They are individuals who think and feel. So you gift us your tokens of love for us to be nurtured by. For example. Asmodeus told me about the flower wreaths. The ones that are meant to be a tribute to Lillith."

Adelha goes very still at this to then sigh. Asmodeus looking into his tea cup for a few tears to fall. Which has Adelha immediately reach over to take his hand and give it a gentle squeeze. Satan watched this to then nod his head. A warm smile there on his lips as Asmodeus wiped at his eyes with a tissue. "See. You did not ever know Lilith. Yet you make the most splendid flower wreaths for us to hang next to her painting. Simeon told me that every wreath we get has a wish woven into the framework. One that is a spell to give those who knew Lilith joy in her memory and peace at her absence. A spell that has left a trace of love in the entire house. You did that for us. Out of love. So know that we are grateful."

Asmodeus nods to then lean over and give Adelha a tight hug. One that she returns to shower Asmo's face with warm kisses. Which has Asmo hum in delight to look very happy. "Yes. We are so glad for the love you share, Addy. Which is why we all plan to bombard you with just as much love back. Now then. You simply must tell me where exactly you've been getting that human skin lotion. I have a mind to surprise our beloved sheep with a new scent."

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houseofhalation · 9 months

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I've never posted whole fics in here before, but if anyone would like some of my one shots to be available when AO3 is down, I can do that. If you're interested, just let me know which ones. I'll reblog my roundup posts in a minute so they can be perused.

#obey me #obey me! fanfic #ao3 #just shoot me a message #i might have to tinker with the formatting but i can get it done

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vermillioncarousel · 1 year

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Winter warmth

Fandom: Shall We Date? Obey Me!

Pairing: Barbatos/F!MC(Reader)

Word count: 1584 words

Summary: Winter has arrived in the Devildom, and Barbatos worries for the human exchange student. He decides to give her a homemade scarf, but it turns out they both had the same idea.

It was common knowledge among demonkind that humans couldn't withstand the same temperatures they could. So, when the winds blowing from the Ninth Circle foretold the arrival of the harsh Devildom winter, Barbatos couldn't help but worry about a certain exchange student. Unlike Solomon, who'd use his magic to keep himself warm, and could survive conditions other humans wouldn't be able to bear thanks to his immortality, the other human currently in the Devildom would be unlikely to handle the cold of winter. And while he doubted that Lucifer and his brothers would allow MC to suffer, Barbatos still resolved to take precautions that would ensure her comfort and safety.

On one of his daily trips to the market, he ventured to an area he didn't need to visit very often, where the textile merchants sold their wares. Green eyes scanned the many stalls, salesdemons calling out the deals they were offering, but Barbatos’s gaze was drawn to one stall in particular. Colourful hanks of yarn stretched as far as the eye could see.

"Are you looking for anything in particular, sir?"

Barbatos's gaze shifted to the face of the salesdemon at the question. He supposed that he might as well get as much assistance in buying the most suitable material as he could.

"Which of your wares would be most suited for keeping a human warm?"

The demon hummed, their expression turning thoughtful for a moment.

"Suited for a human, eh? There are a lot of things to keep in mind for them, but I suggest using one of these." They waved their hand to a particular corner of the stall. "They're harmless to the human skin, of course, but these yarns are made from the fur of creatures with fire magic. They retain heat well, so they're well-suited for winter clothes."

Barbatos made his way to the part of the stall he had been directed to. He slipped one of his pristine gloves off, humming as his hands carded through the many colours, testing the texture and quality of the yarns. His eyes took note of the ones he thought would suit his human best, considering the ones most flattering to her complexion, eventually settling on a colour MC seemed to favour wearing often.

As he paid the salesdemon, he noticed them slipping a hank of bright teal in with the rest of his purchase.

"I beg your pardon, but I didn't pay for that-"

"That one's on the house," they interrupted him, smiling. "If you plan on using this yarn on what I think it's for, wouldn't you want her to think of you every time she wears or looks at what you've made for her?"

He made no attempt at arguing as they handed him his wares.

"Come again!" the salesdemon cheerfully called after him as he left, their words weighing on his mind.

Having returned to his room, Barbatos set to work. The design he had settled on creating was simple yet elegant, but he felt like something was lacking. His hand stilled as he drew the pattern for the scarf, the teal of the extra yarn drawing his attention from the corner of his eyes. The very idea of his human in his signature colour, thinking of him whenever she wore or even saw his gift to her, did things to him that spoke to the greed that slumbered deep in his bones and blood. It made him want to show her off as his, yet at the same time he wanted to keep the sight for his eyes only.

Shaking his head, he continued drawing, adding small sections of teal, making sure it was absolutely perfect before he began knitting. Regardless of his want to keep MC to himself, he would always be by her side, in a way, if she wore his gift.

He continued to diligently work on the scarf when time permitted him to, determined to finish it before the worst chill arrived, every stitch imbued with his affection, and the desire to keep his beloved human warm. The end result was Barbatos's best work yet, in his opinion.

After putting the finishing touches on the scarf, the butler neatly folded the fabric and carefully packaged it. Then he pulled out his phone to message MC, arranging for a time and place to meet up so he could give her the scarf. In the end, it was decided that they would meet up in front of Hocus Pocus in two hours, as she still had some tasks to finish at the House of Lamentation.

As the time for their meeting drew nearer, Barbatos couldn’t help but feel slightly nervous. He straightened out his clothing and hair, making sure he looked his best.The wrapped scarf had been put into a bag, and he made sure he wouldn’t forget to take it with him when the time came to make his way to his destination.

The Young Master had smiled knowingly at him as he made his way to the castle’s doors, and Barbatos couldn’t help but slightly quicken his pace, both eager to meet up with MC and to escape the inevitable teasing his prince had in mind.

He arrived at the meeting spot early, not wanting her to wait for him, but MC seemed to have had the same idea, smiling gently at him as he blinked in surprise. She, too, was carrying something, trying to hide it from view.

"I'm glad you agreed to meet up with me, Barbatos," MC said, nervously shifting her weight as she pulled something from behind her back: a neatly-wrapped package. "I… actually have something I want to give to you."

"What a coincidence," Barbatos murmured, stepping closer to her as he pulled his gift from his bag. "I have something I prepared for you, as well."

MC's eyebrows rose in surprise before she laughed softly, tucking her gift in the crook of her left elbow.

"It's probably for the best if we sit down somewhere before exchanging these. I want to see you open it."

Barbatos made a noise of agreement, returning his package to his bag before offering MC his arm and leading her to a nearby bench. They sat down closer than would be considered proper, but neither of them paid it any mind. MC shivered as Barbatos pulled out the scarf again.

"You're cold," he said softly, tilting his head to the side a little. The longer side of his hair swayed with the movement, the teal strands brushing the shoulder of his coat. "Please take this. It will be most helpful."

He handed her the package, waiting with bated breath as she unwrapped it, her eyes widening as she laid eyes on his gift.

"This is-"

"A scarf," Barbatos finished for her, watching as her hands gently ran over the knitted fabric, idly tracing the pattern. "I was worried about you, as humans generally are not very suited to the cold of the Devildom winter. Therefore, I decided to make this scarf for you." A gloved hand reached for one of her slowly reddening cheeks, tilting her face in his direction. "Will you permit me to put it on you?"

"Yes," came her whispered reply, turning to face the demon next to her more properly. "Thank you."

Barbatos took the scarf from her, deftly wrapping it around her neck. He smiled a more genuine smile than usual. His scarf looked good on her.

"And now for what I have for you," MC said as her face returned to its usual colour. She handed him the item she had been carrying around. Barbatos neatly opened it, pausing when his eyes fell on what was inside. Then he laughed, slowly unrolling a dark green scarf.

"It seems we had the same idea, hm?" he said, his eyes gleaming in amusement.

"We did," MC replied, reaching over to put the scarf on him. "I'm afraid my work's not as good as yours, though."

She made to remove her hand from his person, but Barbatos moved before he could think, taking her hand in his, rubbing his thumb in soft, slow circles against the back.

"I love it," he murmured. "Thank you."

"I didn't want you to be cold," she replied breathlessly. She craned her head up, meeting his gaze before leaning in, placing a gentle kiss on his left cheek.

His hand that wasn't holding one of hers came to her face, holding her in place as he leaned closer. She could feel his warm breath against her face, his lips giving hers the barest brush.

"May I?" Barbatos whispered. The only reply he got was her closing the nearly non-existent distance between the two of them, pressing her lips firmly against his as her arm wrapped around him, pulling him against her.

They sat like that for a little while, kissing as snow slowly started drifting down, until Barbatos broke their kiss.

"It will get even colder," he said, admiring her face as the snow caught in her hair. "Let's return to the Demon Lord's Castle. I'll make some tea to warm us up."

"I'd like that," she replied, taking his hand as she stood up.

And as the two of them made their way to the castle, a thought came to Barbatos.It wasn't just the scarves or the tea that would warm the two of them up that winter, but perhaps also the feelings they had revealed to each other that day.

#obey me! fanfic #Obey Me! Barbatos #Barbatos/F!MC #Female MC #Self-indulgent

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typingdyslexiaisathing · 7 days

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Mammon Adores His Human (Obey Me!) fic

The sounds of sniffling and sobs woke Mammon. Making him grumble instinctually before he recognized who it was crying. So he snapped awake to then turn to you in the bed. His mind frantic as he saw you rubbing at your eyes and trying to make yourself as small as possible. Yet he wasted no time in touching you. Both hands to your shoulders as he asked you, "Hey now. What's got you all sniffling and not sleeping, huh?"

He figured it was a nightmare or stress or something. But he wasn't expecting what you said at all. You told him how you felt like a failure. How you were a terrible person and didn't do enough for people. That you didn't feel like you deserved to be with anyone and that you were worthless. Mammon was shocked to hear you say such wild things. His internal monologue going a mile a second with 'Why would you ever think that?! Who made you feel this way?! Is this just a dumb human thing or a you thing?!' It honestly left Mammon at a loss for what to say to you.

So he decided to act instead of just speak. Taking his warm hands to place them to your cheeks and give them a gentle squish to get your attention. Meeting your gaze to look serious for once. His own words deep and rich with affection. "You silly human. I have no idea why you think that. So let the Great Mammon tell you this right now. You are the most amazing and wonderful person in all the three realms and any other besides. You do tons for me and my brothers and loads of other people all the time. Because you try your best every time. The Great Mammon sees you. I cannot begin to tell you just how much I love you."

So Mammon leaned in to give you a kiss on the forehead. Sweeping you into his arms to hug you close and sigh into the crown of your head. "You are my number one favorite fan. Nobody means more to me. Sure, I ain't the only one here to thinks that of you. I have to all but fight fang and claw to have you all to myself instead of Lucifer or Asmo or any of my other brothers. We all love you and value you as you are. Silly human. My heart has so much love for you it might explode into dozens of fireworks. I can't get enough of you and how you make me and my family feel. As your first man, I'll always love you."

He felt you shiver in his arms to then openly cry into his front. His hands rubbing over your back and arms as you thanked him for being so sweet. He let you cry it out and hugged you tight. Until the both of you laid back down and fell asleep. With Mammon thinking he would talk to Solomon and Lucifer later about how to help you feel more valued and cherished.

#obey me!#obey me! shall we date?#obey me: one master to rule them all #obey me shall we date #obey me! one master to rule them all #obey me nightbringer #obey me mammon #obey me mammon x reader #obey me mammon x you #obey me! fanfiction #obey me! fanfic #fanfiction #fanfic #just some comfort fluff for the fandom

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malthegal101 · 10 months

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Beel takes an uncomfortably long time to brush his teeth, when you peek inside your bathroom which he's made a small home in with his toothbrush and toothpaste, he's standing infront of the mirror with his mouth around the tube of it.

Why does it take so long? He can't resist the taste of the toothpaste! Often he finds himself trying to bite down on the tube and eating it on its own.

Goodness, it's such a sight to walk in on him in the mornings and early nights chewing hungrily on the substance, but his breath always smells quite nice and fresh and his kisses taste minty. Although it is a hassle having to buy so much toothpaste for the hungry guy, there's barely any room on the bathroom sink for it! But still he tries.

#beelzebub avatar of gluttony #obey me beel x mc #obey me headcanons #obey me beel x reader #gn reader #x reader #obey me! fanfic

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absolutepokemontrash · 1 year

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A Very Lovecraftian Exchange Student

Chapter 7

Last we left off, MC had reformed after the forcible goo-ing courtesy of Lucifer, and we saw Asmo have a bit of a self loathing moment, and now, we have the group retreat to look forward to! Yay!

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“I apologize for my behaviour last night, MC.”

Lucifer Morningstar loathed to apologize. His pride would wrap around his mind and constrict his thoughts to an almost painful degree whenever the mere idea of admitting wrongdoing entered his head. It was more than just his pride, however, that caused Lucifer’s aversion to the action.

He was a demon, a high ranking one at that, and did not make mistakes often. Lucifer did not apologize for no reason, and for the idea to apologize to enter his head would be to acknowledge that he had actually done something wrong…

His brothers knew this, and knew this well. They had become used to Lucifer’s way of apologizing.

Their favourite food being made, an item they wanted placed on their end table, that was how Lucifer made his regret for his actions known. Verbal apologies were rare to the point where Satan would joke about getting it on video and charging people to watch it.

But he couldn’t just brush this particular incident away with a plate of cut fruit. He had disgraced Diavolo, and nearly killed two of the exchange students.

…and scared the shit out of Beel, which Lucifer thought should be a crime in itself.

“Oh, I forgive you, Lucifer.” MC said with a sunny smile, before turning back to the bacon and eggs they were frying on a massive pan in the kitchen. It smelled heavenly, Lucifer had to admit, but how the hell had this thing learned to cook?! “How do you like your eggs? Or are you a pancake person?”

“I…” Lucifer’s eloquence seemed to leak out of his head as the human began to hum a happy little tune to themselves. His eyes darted to his normal breakfast, his beloved coffee that was slowly dripping out of the machine, then back to the massive bowl of bacon MC was adding to.

“I am glad you’re not too perturbed by last night’s events, MC. You must allow me to make it up to you sometime, my behaviour was unacceptable-“

“Ooo, or are you a French toast person?”

“Yes I do enjoy French toast but-“ Lucifer narrowed his eyes. “Why are you not more upset?”

“What do you mean?” MC cracked another egg. “It’s like what happened with me and Levi but in reverse. I threatened you, and you responded. Everyone’s fine, I’m fine, Luke is fine, you’re fine, that strange book you were freaking out over is fine as well. Now we can have breakfast.”

“…that’s it?!”

“Yes. Do you want chocolate chips in your pancakes, Lucifer?”

Lucifer Morningstar loathed to apologize, but there was one thing he had begun to loathe more.

The exchange student.

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“Oh Mammon! This is so exciting!” MC squealed as they plopped a giant suitcase onto their bed and began to pile their belongings inside. “I’ve never been on a group retreat before! It sounds like so much fun!”

“Eh…” Mammon lay on the carpet looking up at the ceiling, completely unbothered. “They’re nothin’ special. S’basically a sleepover with a buncha people ya gotta pretend to get along with.”

“How novel!” MC said with an excited clap of their hands. “I won’t even have to pretend to get along with anyone! I think everyone is quite fine with me as of right now!”

Mammon looked over at MC and gave them a wince that quickly (and unsuccessfully) morphed into a somewhat supportive smile. “You uh… you get em’ tiger.”

“Thank you, Mammon! You ‘get em’ too!”

“I’m coming in because I have things to say!” The door to MC’s room burst open, Levi stood on the other side. “Stand to attention!”

MC quickly straightened their posture and happily saluted the demon at the doorway, Mammon on the other hand remained on the floor and raised an eyebrow.

“I’m not one of your lackies, Levi.”

“Oh but Mammon!” MC gasped. “Grand Admiral Levi is such a rare sight!”

“Aaaaaand now he’s gone…” MC watched with a pout as Levi visibly deflated at Mammon’s complete dismissal of the third born’s authoritative entrance. “So uh… we’re going on that group retreat and stuff so uh…”

“Yes! Isn’t it exciting?”

“No! No way!” Levi gaped in disbelief at MC’s visible excitement. “This is an introvert’s worst nightmare!”

“What’s an introvert’s worst nightmare?” Beel appeared in the doorway behind Levi, then gently shouldered his way into the room. “Hi MC, hi Mammon, hi Levi, do any of you have snacks?”

“Oh of course!” MC dug through their suitcase (which most definitely would not be able to close) and threw an entire case of Oreos at Beel. “Enjoy!”

“Thank you.”

“P-pay attention to me!” Levi waved his arms and plopped down on the floor next to Mammon. “I’m enlisting all of you-“

“Cant get me to join the Navy again, Levi. We all remember the cannon incident.”

Beel nodded incredibly seriously at Mammon’s words. “We don’t talk about the cannon incident.”

“Not that kind of enlistment, stupid Mammon!” Levi huffed. “I’m trying to say that since we’re all pacted to MC, I’m going to follow at least one of you around at all times so no one I don’t want to talk to tries to speak with me!”

“But Levi,” MC furrowed their brows in confusion. “Talking to new people is so wonderful!”

“No it’s nooooooot!” Levi whined, flopping backwards onto the carpet. “Maybe for a normie extrovert like you, but an otaku like me finds socializing absolutely tortuous!”

Levi then let out a sad sigh. “My only real friend is Henry 2.0…”

“Oh come on, don’t be too hard on yourself, Lev.” Mammon said, rolling onto his stomach and propping up his head with his hands. “Your snake loved ya too~”

“BEFORE HE RAN AWAY!” Levi cried out, curling into a ball and beginning to make various whining sounds without actually crying.

“Oh boy…” Beel murmured. “Mammon, why did you have to bring up the snake..?”

“I was just tryin’ to cheer him up!”

“Oh… come here.” MC gently sat down next to Levi and pulled him into a hug. A very tight hug. “Here, use this intense expression of love and affection to feel better.”

The other two brothers could only watch in vague amusement as Levi attempted to squirm out of the hug as a deep red blush spread across his face.

“Normie affection! Normie affection! G-get back!”

“There! All better!” MC let Levi go with a sweet little smile. “We’ll take care of you on the retreat, Levi.”

A knock at the door brought everyone’s attention to Satan, who stood with his suitcase at his side. “Are you all coming, or not? We’re going to be late at this rate.”

“Geez, Satan,” Mammon got up off the floor with a roll of his eyes. “You’re startin’ to sound like Lucifer with all the ‘we’re gonna be late’ talk.”

“I’m sorry, I’m starting to sound like whom?!”

Mammon, Levi, and Beel all froze at the snarl that left Satan’s lips. MC looked between the four of them, then fully turned their attention to Satan. Whisps of green smoke leaked out of Satan’s twitching fingers as his lip curled into a sneer. MC only smiled.

“Mammon said you’re starting to sound like-“

“AH AH AH!” Both Mammon and Levi darted towards MC, quick as lighting, and slapped their hands over their mouth.

“Nah-nothin! Satan! Ya sound like yourself! Only yourself!” Mammon sputtered, a nervous smile on his face as sweat had begun to pool on his brow. Levi aggressively nodded in response, an equally horrified smile turning up his features.

“Yeah! Yeah! Just you, Satan! You sound like you!”

MC frowned in confusion, then began to slowly move their mouth to a more open location on their human body. Their neck would work, right?

“No, they said you sound like-“

“AGH!!” Levi shrieked and covered the mouth that had moved onto MC’s neck with his free hand.

“I’m trying to spea-“

The moment MC moved their mouth to the other side of their neck, Mammon slammed his free hand down on top of it.

“You heard it here, Satan!” Mammon said quickly. “You’re you! We’ll be down in a sec!”

Satan’s eyes narrowed, but the smoke at his fingertips dissipated and his eyes returned to a gentle blue. “Fine.”

And with that, Satan vanished, and the remaining brothers let out a sigh of relief.

“You shouldn’t do that, MC.”

“Do what?” MC moved their mouth to the uncovered centre of their neck and looked over at Beel.

“Compare Satan to Lucifer, he doesn’t like that.”

“Doesn’t like that is an understatement…” Mammon grumbled, removing his hands from MC, only to see that the spot under their nose where their mouth would normally be was completely blank. “M-MC, could ya..?”

“Oh! Of course!” MC moved their mouth back to its normal place. “Why doesn’t Satan like being compared to Lucifer, though? He’s so… emotion making…”

The wistful sigh that escaped MC’s lips caused the three brothers to exchange a few confused glances, before turning back to the exchange student properly.

“We should… go downstairs.” Levi mumbled.

Beel nodded in agreement. “Yeah…”

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MC watched Satan look over at the clock that hung on the wall, then back down at his DDD, the exchange student then watched Lucifer do the exact same thing.

“Where is Asmodeus?!” Lucifer growled, looking down the hall towards Asmo’s room.

“Can we leave him behind?” Mammon asked, leaning on his suitcase with a grin. Lucifer shot him a warning glare before turning back to the clock.

“No.”

“Awww, boo.” Mammon said with a pout. MC patted him on the shoulder.

“Maybe Asmo is-“

“Helloooooooo darlings~!” Asmo, chipper as ever, came skipping down the halls pulling three bright pink suitcases behind him. “Rejoice! Your Asmo is here~!”

“Why… why do you have so much luggage..?” Satan was slackjawed and staring dumbly at the nearly overflowing suitcases that Asmo was tugging out the door.

“Satan, some of us like to look good,” Asmo cast a quick, almost disdainful glance over at MC, before stiffening and smirking. “And I packed light. Just think, three days and two nights with only three suitcases worth of things… I’m practically roughing it out here!”

“This doesn’t matter!” Lucifer stormed forward and held open the door, beckoning for everyone to get their things together and get out. “If we’re going to have even the slightest chance of beating the angels and Solomon to Diavolo’s castle, we need to pick up the pace!”

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“I don’t think Asmodeus likes me.”

Simeon turned and tilted his head, a polite, but strained smile on his face. “Wh-why do you say that, MC?”

“He’s told me himself, several times today.”

After arriving at the castle (before the angels, much to Lucifer’s joy.) the roommate assignments had been given out, and to the Avatar of Lust’s visible dismay, he had been assigned to room with MC. Simeon had as well, and while he made a smile that looked like he was muscling through a scream, he hadn’t made his possible displeasure verbally known.

MC wasn’t terribly sure what they had done to earn Asmo’s ire. The exchange student thought that the demon was quite interesting, and very pretty, but Asmodeus didn’t seem to want to keep MC’s company.

“I think Asmodeus is just… getting used to things.” Simeon said with a shaky chuckle. “As am… as am I.”

“Ohhhh, do you think it has something to do with my me-ness?”

“Perhaps…” Simeon’s gaze shifted over to Luke, who was standing next to Diavolo as the demon prince jabbered about a particular painting of the Celestial Realm. “It is a little unnerving to find out that one of the exchange students isn’t a human, demon, or angel- no offence, MC.”

“Oh! None taken!” MC said with their usual sunny smile. “I’ve been told I’m horrific to look at sometimes.”

“By whom-“

“By Asmo. Earlier today.”

“Ah…” the angel’s gaze then shifted to the Avatar of Lust, who was chatting up some of the living paintings and seemed to be actively fishing for compliments. “Maybe with a little bit of work we could curb Asmo’s attitude.”

“You think?” MC asked with a tilt of their head. “Do you think he’ll be my friend and like me after?”

“Well, considering you have pacts with three of his brothers, you have some charm,” Simeon said with a gentle nudge. “I bet you two will be the best of friends when this is all over.”

“Really?!”

“Sure!”

“I’m going to go talk to him right now then!”

“Wait what-“

“Thanks, Simeon!”

“You physically repulse me.”

Asmo’s eyes bore straight into where MC assumed their soul must be. The Avatar of Lust had very unique eyes, MC had to note. His irises shifted and swirled with all the colours of what the exchange student had imagined a sunset would look like, and yet, despite the undeniable beauty, those wondrous eyes were filled with nothing but contempt.

“Yes, I’m aware.” MC said, still smiling. “I’d just like to know why so we can be friends.”

The demon let out a shrill peal of mocking laughter, and raised a delicate hand to cover his mouth. MC wondered if they should laugh along as well, but something in the demon’s tone stopped them. Laughter was usually a joyous sound, was it not?

The sound of Levi’s cheers mixed with disbelieving, breathy laughter after winning a game, Mammon’s sudden bouts of hysterical laughter that were usually accompanied with a fist slamming on a table or desk, to even Beel’s quiet chuckles, each sound was like music to MC’s ears. Yet, this sound felt distinctly sour, and wrong, like he was laughing at the scene of an accident.

“Friends?!” Asmo gasped in disbelief. “You think I’d ever want to be friends with something like you?”

Another smattering of cruel giggles scraped against the walls of MC’s all-too human ears, and they winced. They thought for a moment that they should tell the demon that his laugh wasn’t too pleasant to listen to, but quickly decided against it.

“Is this about what happened with Levi?” MC asked, clasping their hands behind their back and trying to keep their nice smile on their face. “Because we’ve all moved on since then. Levi and I are quite good friends now, he taught me how to play God of War, and this cute game called-“

“Oh, no. This isn’t about Levi.” A smirk slithered its way across Asmo’s face, and as MC looked into his eyes again, they felt almost… nauseous. They felt like every minute aspect of themselves was being… scanned. Evaluated.

Judged.

And MC was failing that assessment.

“This is squarely about you, MC.” The way Asmo said the name that he himself had bestowed upon MC made the exchange student shudder. The way he twisted the normally pleasant sound of their name into what could only be described as a verbal expression of visceral disgust was enough to make MC want to turn and run.

They couldn’t tell if this was a threat or not. Mere words shouldn’t hurt them, they weren’t being physically attacked so why was their body responding in such a manner? Why did they feel something twist in their gut? Why did they feel sweat begin to pool on their brow?

“I’ve seen what you really are.” Asmo said with a smile. “No amount of shifting and warping your appearance can change that.”

“What do you… mean?”

“You’re a hideous,”

Asmo poked MC in the chest.

“Grotesque,”

Another poke.

“Monstrous,”

He grabbed the front of their uniform.

“Disgusting creature who’s masquerading as something passable.” His gaze hardened as he looked into MC’s wide, shocked eyes. He stared for a moment, then another, then another. For just a second, MC wondered if he was even looking at them, or rather, his own reflection in the whites of MC’s eyes. “You’ll always be a monster, you can only hide it so much.”

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MC wandered the halls of the castle that night, staring up at paintings and the intricate carvings on the tops of the walls. Their mind began to wander to what Asmo had said.

A hideous, grotesque, monstrous, disgusting creature….

That wasn’t what MC was! Not to them! They were just themselves! They had always just been themselves. They weren’t a monster any more than Asmo was a monster.

They looked up at one of the paintings that hung in a gilded gold frame in the throne room. A picture of a man and a woman, they both looked a little like Diavolo, the woman had his red hair, the man had his golden eyes…

“What do you think you’re doing, MC?”

The exchange student froze. Their eyes flicked to the left of them, where they saw a figure in the doorway to the room.

The faint light coming in from the hallway behind him obscured most of his features, but MC knew that pose and posture.

“Barbatos,” they said, turning to face him with a polite smile. “Hello!”

The demon slowly inclined his head towards the painting, and took a step forward that was so quiet and measured that MC was almost sure he was floating. “You didn’t answer my question.”

“I was just looking,” MC replied, their gaze flicking back to the painting for a moment, before fully turning to Barbatos. “Who are they?”

The butler came to a stop next to the exchange student, looking down on them with a blank stare. Studying them.

He then smiled.

“Why do you want to know?”

“I’m curious.”

“Curiosity killed the cat.”

“I’m not a cat.” MC answered back.

“So you’re spurred onward by the mere possibility of gaining new information, hm?”

MC nodded. “I like learning new things. I want to learn everything I can about this world I’ve stumbled into.”

For a moment, the demon’s eyes flashed yellow, and a more genuine smile cracked through the mask of politeness Barbatos seemed to always wear. But just as quickly as it had appeared, it vanished.

“You’re very odd, MC.”

“Yeah, I’ve been told.”

“Even if you were a human, you’d be odd to me.” Barbatos began. “I sense Mammon’s sin on you. My sin.”

“Really?” MC blinked a few times, then looked down at their open palms. “I don’t feel anything…”

“Most don’t,” Barbatos explained, a light chuckle on the edge of his voice. “But I also sense something else.”

“What?”

“Lust.” Barbatos turned towards the paintings, his eyes scanning each and every one, like he was trying to count out the brushstrokes it must’ve taken to bring each painting to its perfect completion. “And Gluttony. You hunger for things, don’t you, MC?”

“Hm… maybe? I’m not sure, Barbatos.”

“You lust for knowledge, you’re spurred on by your desire for information, and most of all,” the butler’s eyes flicked back to them. “You crave companionship.”

MC opened their mouth to respond, but no words left their lips.

He was right.

MC was lonely.

Disgustingly lonely.

They had been their entire life.

They wanted friends. They desired the love they had seen in snippets from others. They craved to be let into the warm embrace of what Beel had explained as family. They didn’t want to be an outsider gazing in through a window, they wanted to be in the thick of it. Learn about every painfully human, angelic, and demonic emotion, feel each and every one course through their veins as easily as blood. They craved it all.

“Do you crave companionship, Barbatos?”

The butler did not reply for a moment, and the Devildom seemed to go still. MC could hear faint shifting beneath the floors, distant pattering in far off hallways, and the sound of a tree branch tapping against a window, but no sound from the demon next to them.

Until finally, they heard him take a breath. “I haven’t in a very long time.”

“When did you stop?”

“When I met Diavolo.” Barbatos said, his voice as measured, and calm as ever. “He asked me to stay with him and be his butler. His companion. And I said yes. I never hungered for company, or feared the lack of it again.”

“Oh…” MC tapped their cheek with one of their fingers. “When will I… when will I stop feeling lonely? Will I stop being scared of loneliness sometime?”

“Everyone is different, MC,” Barbatos explained. “But from how you seem to be progressing,”

He looked over at them, his stare was much more gentle than Asmo’s had been. A careful, soft little once-over, before a faint smile came to his lips.

“You won’t be lonely for much longer.”

The butler turned to leave, and MC looked back at the painting. “You never told me who these two were!”

“The king and queen.”

“Diavolo’s mother and father?” MC asked. “Where are they? Are they here?”

Barbatos stopped walking for a moment, and MC watched as he seemed to take a deep breath before speaking. “Let’s just say… Diavolo may have once been as lonely as you, MC.”

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Author’s note

Yeah I have no excuse once again. School and sleep called to me like the song of a siren and I am weak willed and obeyed.

I do love me some mean girl Asmo though,,,, look at my man, projecting like that, girlie, go to therapy. Let me know what you guys thought in the tags or replies! Or you could shoot me an ask!

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the-fab-fox · 2 years

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anon-karasu · 5 months

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Aftermath

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Prompt: I don’t want to talk

Summary: Mammon steps up in the aftermath of the Celestial War.

Category: Gen

Rating: Teen and Up Audiences

Language: English

Relationship(s): No Romantic Relationship(?), Lucifer & Mammon

Characters: Lucifer, Mammon, Leviathan, Satan, Asmodeus, Beelzebub, Belphegor

Additional Tags: aftermath of the Celestial War, aftermath of the brothers’ fall, post Celestial War, post fall of the brothers, demon brothers, mentions of destructive behaviour, mentions of injury, helpful Mammon, caring Mammon, Mammon looking after his brothers, broken Lucifer, unhealthy coping mechanism, mentions of alcoholic influence (demonus), I’m adding a self harming warning due to not looking after/ tending to wounds, mention of self-punishment, tending to wounds, hurt, hurt/ comfort, the comfort is minimal though, angst, no Mc, no beta

‼️WARNING: mentions self harm through not looking after/ tending to wounds‼️

Aftermath

Prompt: I don’t want to talk

Mammon passed through silent hallways as he grimaced at the unfamiliar stone walls of the House of Lamentation, only slowing his pace as his gaze wandered towards the equally unfamiliar floors where he spotted a large, splintered piece of polished wood.

He winced through the sharp pain in his joints as he stooped down to pick up the wood before he returned to his full height with a frown as he finally noticed a trail of fragmented wood leading further through the hallway and into a nearby room.

He tentatively approached the room and peered inside, only to find the remains of a grand piano scattered all over the room along with the stuffing from the sofa and the feathers from the cushions, and deep scratch marks etched into the wall.

Amongst the debris of what was once the music room, Mammon could make out Satan’s figure curled in on himself with his tail wrapped around himself, laying on top of a tattered frayed rug on the floor.

Mammon heaved a weary sigh, he was inwardly thankful that the unrelentingly angry demon had exhausted himself enough to finally pass out after yet another tantrum.

He didn’t dare step further into the room in fear of waking Satan and causing the rage-induced rampage to continue. Mammon backed away from the doorway of the music room as quietly as he could before he continued onwards through the hallway towards the common room instead, picking up the larger pieces of splintered wood and moving them aside as he walked to make the hallway a little safer to trek through.

Mammon paused in the doorway of the common room, his eyes fell over the floor in front of the sofas where he could see of Asmo, Beel and Belphie huddled close together with their blankets and pillows on the rug in front of the fireplace, their silhouette forms visible thanks to the dying embers. He remained in the doorway, watching over his younger brothers as they restlessly stirred in their sleep in an attempt to move closer to each other and maintain their comforting hold on each other.

Mammon eyes slowly moved towards a first aid kit that the three younger brothers had left nearby, the contents of which had been removed from their packagings and left strewn about with pieces of gauze and a bowl of water.

He crossed the room as quietly as possible so as not to wake his brothers and pushed through his own aches and pains to stoop down to pick up the discarded packaging and gauze, dropping them into the waste bin. He then tidied the unneeded dressings, gauze and plasters back into the first aid kit before he placed the bowl of water onto the coffee table that had been pushed out of the way.

Mammon straightened up to his full height again, pausing only to pull the blanket back up over Belphie’s shoulder before he headed back towards the common room door with the first aid kit in his hand and gave the three huddled brothers one last glance before he stepped out of the room and closed the door behind him.

After leaving the common room, Mammon quietly crept up the stairs, silently counting his brothers off on his fingers and noted that he had now checked on Satan, Asmo and the twins. His eyes fell upon Levi’s bedroom door as a certain recluse came to his mind, seeing that Levi had left his bedroom door ajar and a dim light was emitting from within.

He pushed the door open a little wider to peer into the room, he instantly found Levi sitting in the bathtub as he scrolled through his D.D.D while shrouded by a blanket that he had draped over his head like a hood. Mammon could just see a set of headphones that were clasped over Levi’s ears beneath the blanket.

Noticing the movement of his bedroom door, Levi glanced up at Mammon, making eye contact with his older brother.

Mammon gave Levi an understanding nod, which Levi returned before he slowly turned his attention back towards the D.D.D in his hands.

Mammon retracted his head from the room and made sure to close the door properly before he then walked further along the hallway to Lucifer’s bedroom and gave the closed wooden door a gentle knock.

Mammon waited.

And waited.

But even after another, slightly louder knock, he heard no answer from within Lucifer’s bedroom.

With a small sigh, Mammon pushed the handle of the door down and entered the room anyway.

He quickly spotted Lucifer sitting in one of the armchairs near the fireplace, leaning forwards in the armchair with his elbows resting on his knees and his hands clasped in front of his face while the dim light emitting from the fireplace cast a silhouette around the eldest brother.

Mammon watched as Lucifer slowly and sluggishly turned his head in Mammon’s direction as the second-born entered the bedroom, staring in Mammon’s direction with unfocused eyes for what seemed like only a fraction of a second before he quickly turned his head to look away again without a single word.

He eyed Lucifer carefully as he walked across the room, noting how Lucifer turned his head further away from him to avoid meeting Mammon’s gaze as he stared into the glowing embers within the fireplace instead. Yet Mammon still saw how Lucifer’s hands shook slightly while he tried to maintain what little composure he had left, Mammon saw that Lucifer’s hair looked as though it had been pushed back repeatedly, leaving a few missed strands to fall into his face, the dark circles beneath Lucifer’s eyes that marked every sleepless night that he had had since their descent to the Devildom, along with the empty and defeated look in Lucifer’s eyes.

The glow of the embers in the grate of the fireplace only seemed to make Lucifer’s expression seem more worn and tired.

Upon closer inspection, Mammon also noted the wounds on Lucifer’s hands that were red and inflamed from lack of care and treatment. Mammon had no doubt that Lucifer was using this as some form of self-punishment.

A state that Mammon had never seen the once acclaimed and beloved archangel of the Celestial Realm in before, and an uncharacteristic image vulnerability that Mammon was sure he wouldn’t soon forget.

Mammon’s eyes slowly moved from Lucifer to the low table nearby where he could see an empty glass and a bottle of Demonus that was almost three quarters empty, explaining Lucifer’s sluggish movements earlier.

The silence in the room was only broken by the sound of the dying embers popping in the fireplace and the slight rustle of Mammon’s clothes as he proceeded to step forwards towards Lucifer.

Mammon forced himself to push his own aches and pains to the back of his mind for Lucifer’s sake as he knelt down on the floor in front of Lucifer, opened the first aid kit and prepared some antiseptic and gauze before he then stared up at Lucifer expectantly.

Lucifer’s eyes flitted towards Mammon’s before he silently and somewhat reluctantly unclasped his hands and held one of them out towards Mammon.

Mammon noticed that Lucifer’s shoulders tensed and the older demon took a sharp, inward breath through gritted teeth as Mammon used the antiseptic and cause to clean Lucifer’s wounds, making Mammon instantly pause in his movements to look up at Lucifer.

Lucifer closed his eyes and gave a small nod of his head, letting Mammon continue to tend to his wounds with a much more gentle touch this time.

Mammon stole another glance at Lucifer as the older demon slowly reached towards the bottle of Demonus on the table with his free hand to pour another drink.

Lucifer’s hands still shook, making the bottle rattle against the rim of the glass. He only half-filled his glass before quickly putting the bottle back down on the table beside it with a small thud, but Lucifer didn’t pick the glass up to drink its contents. He instead withdrew his hand to rest on his own knee while Mammon continued to tend to the wounds on his other hand.

Mammon let his eye flit up towards Lucifer’s face once more, seeing that the other demon had finally, slowly met his gaze for the first time since their fall. Mammon could see the grief, guilt and regret etched into Lucifer’s eyes.

Lucifer took a deep breath and opened his mouth to speak, but Mammon instantly cut him off before the eldest had the chance to speak a single word.

“I know.”

Mammon’s voice was a quiet murmur, but they seemed to be enough to give Lucifer the comfort he sought as the pair then shared an understanding look before letting the silence envelope them again while Mammon continued to tend to Lucifer’s injuries.

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