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beels-burger-babe · 11 months

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For Forever With You pt. 2

***This. Took. So. Much. Longer. Than. I. Wanted. It. Too. BUT IT'S DONE! Thank you all so much for being patient while I finished school and took a break, but I am BACK and I am so so glad to be. I hope you all enjoy this lovely little fic! -B***

Summary: A mortal human and an immortal wizard dating is great until something bigger than the world shakes them. War starts in the human world, and the supernatural worlds around them and Solomon can only watch as everything he has carefully nurtured for the past few years begins to crumble.

Part 1

Late 1930s

It turned out that life with you was riveting.

Solomon could hardly remember the last time he had felt so young and free.

With you, he took time to stop and smell the roses. With you, a decade that would usually be an insignificant droplet in his life has become a vibrant waterfall. With you, he is aware of every second, of every step, of every breath that he takes and just how valuable and rare they are to be shared with you.

He treasured you in a way that he hadn't treasured anything since he last sat on a throne in the days of old.

But just as his crown was eventually taken from him, so were the days of peace, joy, and love that he shared with you.

Lightning cracked outside your apartment windows as rain rattled the glass panes. He stood there, gaping at you as you walked around your apartment, packing your things.

"No," he whispered. "MC, please, you can't do this."

You glanced back at him in sympathy as you shook your head. "I'm sorry, Solomon. But you've heard the news; war is on our door step. I can't just sit back and watch, not when I have skills that help."

He gritted his teeth as he clenched onto the enlistment papers you had handed him to read — the very papers with your name written all over them. "If war is really coming, then we can go somewhere away from the war. Away from all of this."

You frowned as you blinked at your partner. "Wait, what?"

Solomon shoved a hand into his suit pocket, quickly magicking a wad of cash into existence before pulling it out in front of you. Your eyes bulged at the sight. "We run. We leave this damned country together. Somewhere the war will never find us. Somewhere safe."

You sighed as you put your hand over his and gently pushed the money back towards him. "I can't. These are my people. My friends. My co-workers. I can't just abandon everything when there's something I can do about it." Keeping your hands on his, Solomon's breath caught in his throat as you pulled him closer to you. "I'm sorry. I understand that you're concerned. But think of it this way, I'm drafted as a telegrapher. I won't even be on the front lines-"

"The front lines don't matter when there are bombs involved," He couldn't help but hiss back, his hands twisting around the money to grip tightly onto yours. "Hospitals were targeted last time. Camps obliterated. What if you're there when- Please, love. I ... I don't want to lose you."

He couldn't lose you. Not yet. Not this soon. He thought he still had decades left with you, not hours.

Your expression softened as you leaned forward and gently pecked Solomon's lips. He savored the sensation of your soft touch like as though it was his final breath of air before death. He clung to every second of your attention and affection that you gifted him with grasping, never-satisfied, hands.

He leaned into your delicate touch, as you cupped his cheek and pulled away. "Solomon, I will do everything in my power to come back to you. Just ... Promise that you'll be here for me when I return."

He closed his eyes, putting of his weight against you as he pulled his lips into a thin line. He wanted to make that promise, but there was more than one reason why he was asking you to run away with him.

You weren't the only one being called to fight — only his was with greater powers that he had been hiding from you.

"I'll do my best," he whispered instead. His heart clenched as he squeezed tightly onto you. "And ... When all this is all done, when we find each other again ..." his heart ached as he met your confused stare, "We never leave each other again. We ... We become forever."

He watched as your breathing halted and realization slowly lit behind your eyes. "A-Are ... Solomon, are you saying that you want to-"

He gathered your lips with his, suffocating the words before they dared enter the world. "Don't say it. Not yet. When all this is over."

You shakily nodded, new tears lining your eyes as you stared at him. "O-Okay. When this is over."

It turns out that was all easier said than done.

The war wasn't quick — Solomon didn't know why he expected it to be. It dragged on for a torturous amount of time filled with seemingly endless evolutions of ways to tear each other apart. Not a day went by that he didn't think of you and yet ...

He hadn't dared to send you a letter, or contact you in anyway.

Solomon didn't doubt that you had attempted to reach him, but he wasn't anywhere close to his normal address. He was traveling across realms, taking part in the supernatural side of the war. He was constantly surrounded by beings who had the ability to snuff out mortal lives with the snap of his fingers — he couldn't let them know about you.

So he went silent. He never spoke of you to anyone. He kept an eye on you and where he knew you were drafted from a distance and ensured that you were safe.

He hated it. God, he hadn't known that being apart from someone could hurt so badly. But he knew it was for the best.

Years passed. Victory was finally earned. The violence and blood shed began to settle, and the world became still once more.

So now he stood outside of the apartment that he hoped you still called home, a bouquet of blue hyacinths in hand and fear stewing in his gut.

With a deep breath, he raised a hand, and knocked on the door.

"Just a moment!"

Several locks clicked and suddenly you were there, looking just as captivating as the day you left.

Your eyes widened as they met his, your butter-soft, kissable lips parting shock. "Solomon," God, he missed the sound of his name dripping from your tongue.

"Hello," he whispered in adoration.

Hearing his voice seemingly shook you out of whatever stupor you had been in, as the beautifully stunned expression on your face melted into fierce furociousness and you began to slam the door.

The wizard quickly stepped forward and caught it. "MC, please! Just a moment!"

"No!" You shouted from behind the door. "You do not get to skip back into my life after abandoning me during a literal war!"

Solomon winced as the heavy oak door rammed against the side of his foot. "My love-"

"You don't get to call me that," you snapped, the door ripping back open. He nearly choked on his own spit at the heat behind the glare you were pointing at him. "I wrote to you daily. I called. And not once did I receive word back. I tried to visit you in the middle of all this mess, you know," you stepped out from your doorway and was now standing nose-to-nose with Solomon. "You weren't home. I asked about you, and even our closest neighbors somehow didn't know who you were. I thought you were dead, Solomon!" His chest ached at the utter grief in your voice as you screamed at him. Your lip quivered as a broken gasp bubbled up them. "Where were you? I- I needed you, and you left me after everything! After you- You had hinted that-"

He moved closer to you, regret pooling in his stomach regardless of how he knew his actions were for the best. Although you may not have wanted to be anywhere near him at this exact moment, he couldn't stand there and watch you fall apart. Without another word, he gathered you tightly into his arms, pulling you as impossibly close as he could and curling himself around you.

For the first time since he first saw your name on your enlistment papers, he could breathe.

"I'm sorry," he whispered as you sobbed into his chest, your balled fists punching against him. "I'm so sorry for leaving you alone. I ... I thought I was protecting you."

Your movements stilled at his explanation. "What do you mean? Are you a spy?"

There was no stopping the snort that ripped out of him. "Oh definitely not. Just ..." he let out a shaky breath and smiled at you. "Let's take this inside. I think it's finally time that I explained a few things."

You stared at him, and for a moment he feared this was the end, that he was about to lose the only mortal that he had truly cared about for centuries. But then you sighed, and you dropped your beautiful eyes to the ground as you stepped back and pushed open the door. "Fine," you breathed and simultaneously breathed hope back into his soul. "Fine. Come in, just ... Talk."

He nearly fell to the ground in relief, but quickly walked in, whispering thank yous under his breath as he did.

After an awkward silence as you made tea (complete with a splash of rum) and some cold sweets you tossed onto a plate, you met him back in the living room and sat sternly across from him. "You have one and only one chance," your words blew over him like the tundra's wind. "Speak."

He swallowed thickly, wiping his unusually calmy palms on his pant legs before taking a deep breath. "This ... This is going to sound insane. You might not believe me, but please, trust that I am telling the truth," your eyes narrowed suspiciously on him as you took a sip of your tea. He nodded in acknowledgment of your attention. "I'm a wizard, an immortal one at that. I was called by the powers of Heaven and Hell to fight the supernatural elements of the war and, as I do every time I leave a location, I wiped the memories of our peers before departing." You looked at him, face remaining neutral, before you slowly set down your drink. "Get out," you hissed, the venomous anger that lay barely restrained under your skin, finally beginning to break loose.

Solomon's heart plummeted. "Love, please. I promise, I'm telling the truth!" You laugh, your expression morphing into one of pure disbelief. "Are you kidding me?! Wizards? Supernatural? Do you even hear yourself?" You choked on your words as you shook your head at him. "If you wanted to lie, you could've done so without mocking my intelligence. Get out."

"I can prove it!" He shouted desperately, rising to his feet. "I can show you!" Without waiting for a response, he began moving his hands in familiar semantics, whispering incantations under his breath as glyphs float in the air for a moment before suddenly a large tome apparated into existence and dropped into his hands. He rushed towards you, flipping open the book and showing you the contents. "This is my spell book. Every spell I've ever created and/or mastered is in here. Look for yourself."

Your eyes widened, jaw dropping a little as you took in the display and the book now being thrust into your hands. You shakily flipped through the fragile pages and sure enough there was page after page of strange symbols and words written in a language you didn't understand. There was a tingling presence to the book that ran through your fingertips up your arms and caused you to shiver.

Solomon slowly comes to stand beside you, watching you take in the precious artifact in your hands. "I wasn't lying," he whispered softly. "I didn't want to go. They didn't give me a choice. Then it was too dangerous for me to stay in contact. I didn't want to risk you getting pulled into an ever greater war than you were already fighting."

At that moment, he wished he could read your mind. Your lips pursed as you continued flipping through the pages. His stomach twisted in knots the longer you perused. There was always the chance that you still wouldn't believe him and would brush him off. There was always the possibility you would believe him, but would be disgusted and would turn him away regardless.

It had all happened before. He didn't want it to happen again. Not with you. But he had no say in the matter.

The snap of the books pages slapping shut pulls his attention back to you as you look up at him. You silently hand it back to him and then you stare. Your eyes dig deep into his soul, they crawl under clothes and beneath his skin, they bury themselves into every mark on his flesh, until they close and you let out a tired sigh, falling against your chair. "That's- It's a lot to take in Solomon," you breathe.

He nods, shifting on his feet and trying to get some grasp on your body language, but the mask you've built for yourself is carefully locked in place and no longer budges for him. "I know," he whispers. "I know it is. But that's the truth, dearest. That's why I left. It's why no one remembers me, but you. Please believe me." You sigh, and run a hand through your hair. "I do, I just-" you cut yourself off, troubled eyes looking into the distance but not truly seeing anything. "This brings out so many more questions. How many other lies did you tell me? If you really are this immortal powerful being, what are you doing here? Why-" Your voice cracks and you finally look at him again — tears, that he has always hated but is now the cause of, lining your eyes. "Why did you chose to haunt me?" He can't handle it. He moves closer, getting down on his knees before you as he takes your hands into his own. "I don't haunt you. I don't have that ability," he lightly jokes before getting serious once more and coming just a little bit closer until your legs brush against each other. "I love you. It's true that I have told you lies before to protect my identity and keep you safe, but that has always been true. I stayed here because I love you. You enchant me, MC. In ways that, even with hundreds of lifetime's of knowledge, I cannot begin to understand," your breath hitches as he runs his thumbs across your knuckles. He leans in and ever so delicately presses a kiss to them.

"Please," he begs with the voice of a broken man whose only thing he had to lose was sitting before him. "I don't want to lose you. Not when we still have time. Let me prove myself to you again. No more lies. Just you. Just me." You hands slip out of his, and a single finger comes under his chin, tilting it up until he was looking at you. For the first time that evening there was something different glimmering in your eyes — a willingness and acceptance. "Alright," you say. "You get one more chance," your other hand swoops around to caress his hair, brushing it up and back away from his face lovingly. "Show me your strange funky world, magic man. All of it this time. Show me the real, Solomon." His body slumps in relief, silver eyes overflowing with the love for you that he has been floating in without you being there to share it with. "I will," he nearly whines. "I will. I promise." And he did. It wasn't easy, but he spent the next year showing you all that he had always fought so hard to keep secret. He introduced you to magic, to other strange and greedy witches. He showed you his demon pact symbols that are burned into his skin, and brought back delicacies from the other realms and taught you about their existance. Slowly, you were introduced to a whole other layer of the man you were already enamoured with. A man who wasn't sketchy or mysterious as people so often thought him to be — but who was curious, childlike in his wonder, and hungry for the knowledge of everything around him.

This Solomon was lighter, even happier than the one you loved before.

And after a year of magic and witches and spells and demons and angels, you approched Solomon as he worked on a potion in your kitchen and pulled out a ring.

You asked to marry this strange wonderful man, and Solomon felt the worlds around him still. You asked to stay by his side, not just for this life time, but to aid you in doing so forever, and Solomon felt the air escape his lungs.

You asked to swear yourself to him and him to you in a pact that no magic could ever comprehend, and Solomon's heart nearly exploded alongside the potion on the stove.

With shaking hands, and trillion reassurances, he said yes. And with a single potion, a piece of paper, and beautifully personal ceremony the two of you were bound together, until the ends of time. It took another month after your marriage and consumption of your immortality potion for him to realize that this was real.

He would never be alone again. ***Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah, I've been trying to write this for so so so long and I'm so happy I finally got it done! Thank you all so much for your patience and hanging around while I worked on these two! I love them so much. I hope you guys do too! Thanks! -B***

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l3viat8an · 1 year

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*In nightbringer*

Asmo: Do you realise there's a rumour going around that you're in love with MC?

Solomon: A rumour? Are you telling me people are doubting it????

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mammonsrockstargf · 21 days

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"Is it true that you had 700 wives?"

Solomon looks up from his book, to where you're laying on his bed, homework in hand. He'd convinced you to take the class "Rhetoric 101: How to win any argument with an angel using biblical quotes" because he'd figured it'd be fun to watch you try to spark up an argument with Simeon. It was a nice perk that you could study together. It hadn't even occurred to him that he might get mentioned in the coursework.

You read over the pages, eyes brimming with amusement. "What could you possibly need 700 wives for?" you ask and he shrugs. "Mostly politics and gaining land," he says but you don't seem entirely convinced. "Might I remind you that this was happening during a period of 80 years?" he says but you just raise your brows at him. "That's still like 9 wives per year, though. How on earth did you have time for that?" you're laughing now, really laughing and Solomon has to fight a smile.

"What, they'd get like a month and a half each before you were on to the next one," you say, wiping the tears on your cheek. "Actually, I never even met most of them," he says, hoping to help his cause, but it only causes you to laugh even harder. Solomon huffs and pretends to read his book again, letting your laughter subside, but once you read the next line of your homework you're laughing again.

"You had 300 concubines? How is that even possible?" you cackle and Solomon rolls his eyes. "That was a rumour. I did not have that many," he says but you're far gone, clutching your belly as you gasp for air. "I'll have you know that having a pact with the Avatar of Lust gives you a very high libido-" he begins.

"Oh, trust me, I know," you wheeze.

He's on you in a second, pushing you down on the bed, a hand on each side of your head. You giggle, when he presses kisses to your face, any surface he can reach, your cheeks, your forehead, your nose.

"Stop" kiss "teasing" kiss "me!" kiss, he whines, but you've only just begun. "Oh, I'm sorry, my lord, it's just I haven't seen you in three years, you've been so busy with all your wives-" Solomon shuts you up with a kiss on the lips and you bury your hands in his hair, leaning into it. He lays down on top of you, using your chest as a pillow, refusing to move an inch. "Sol, you're crushing me," you complain and he grumbles. He presses a kiss to your collarbone and grabs your homework, throwing it into a corner of his room, before getting comfortable again, this time crushing you a little less. You run your fingers through his hair, humming softly.

You both know that it doesn't actually matter how many wives or concubines or past lovers he's had. Sometimes Solomon thinks that it's all just been a build-up, that none of it actually mattered. His real life didn't begin until he met you and he's completely fine with that.

"Sooo, did you have a favourite? Or perhaps 30 favourites?"

"Oh, shut up."

a/n: thanks for reading! find my other stuff here <3

#bro was the original womanizer #solomon #obey me #obey me solomon #obey me solomon x mc #obey me solomon x reader #om! solomon #perse fics #obey me fluff #obey me solomon fluff #obey me fic #obey me headcanon #obey me drabble #obey me shall we date #om! shall we date #perse fluff

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misc-obeyme · 5 months

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Some random demons are talking shit about MC at RAD. They're unaware of the fact that Mammon & Satan are in the classroom.

Mammon: Yo, you hearin’ this?

Satan: *not looking up from his book* It's unfortunate we have such idiotic classmates, isn't it?

Mammon: *stands up, grinning* Let’s rumble.

Satan: *snaps his book shut* Fine, but please never say that again.

Destruction ensued. Satan & Mammon refused to tell MC why they were hanging from the ceiling later that day.

masterlist | Thank you for reading!

#I need more of these two together #been thinking about this since that event where they were both instantly ready to beat up some demons for making fun of Levi #trying out this format for ideas that I don't have time to write full fics about lol #obey me #obey me nightbringer #obey me shall we date #omswd #obey me satan #om satan #satan obey me #obey me mammon #om mammon #mammon obey me #obey me mc #om mc #tw implied violence #misc writes #misc scenario

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cloudcountry · 1 year

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a helping human hand

SUMMARY: Lucifer eavesdrops on you and figures out why his brothers have been easier on him lately.

CHARACTER: Lucifer.

WARNINGS: None!!

COMMENTS: my acts of service love language just wants to help him out in subtle ways.

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Lucifer is on cooking duty. This means he has to leave his brothers in the dining room to cause chaos as they trickle in for the morning. He keeps an ear out for them as he prepares omelets with various vegetables and meats (for nutrition, since quite a few of his brothers never seem to eat properly when they’re left to their own devices.)

“And Belphie, you have a test in your first period today...”

He perks up at the sound of your voice, a smile spreading across his lips before he can stamp it out. There isn’t anyone in the kitchen, he thinks, so maybe he doesn’t have to pretend like your presence doesn’t make him absolutely delighted.

“Levi, make sure you eat lunch while we aren’t here. And Beel, I’ve packed an extra breakfast for you. Mammon, good morning. Do you have your stuff put together?”

He feels his brow furrow as he listens to you, the careful consideration you give to his brothers making his heart feel warm. He takes pride in his work, handling off the household burdens and making sure his brothers get through school just fine, all while acting as Lord Diavolo’s right hand man. He noticed the slight changes in his brother's schedules and wondered what had made them remember things they usually forgot, only to find out now that it had been you.

“Mammon, watch your food!”

He steps out of the kitchen with the omelets he made only to see you, rubbing insistently at Mammon’s face with a napkin as he whines and tries to get away. He sees the pancakes he prepared earlier on his brother’s plate, and figures Mammon almost spilled syrup on himself. That would have been a pain to wash out of his clothes.

“Hello, Lucifer.” you smile, oblivious to his eavesdropping, “Do you need any help in the kitchen?”

“I can handle it.” he says, setting the omelets down in front of his brothers, “You just eat. I’ll be ready in time.”

“You always are.” you hum, that smile still on your face as you turn away from him.

He appreciates the way you don’t pry, letting him do most of his work that he takes so much pride in. Despite the fact that he feels the same about taking care of his brothers, he supposes he doesn’t mind if you help out a bit.

#auburn's fics <3 #drabbles <3 #obey me x reader #obey me fluff #obey me #obey me lucifer x reader #lucifer x reader #om lucifer x reader

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hopeluna · 21 days

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CW: strong language? idek, kinda domestic with some crack

♡! hope's notes: me after being gone for forever n then doing this shit 😇🙏🏼 also teeny tiny gentle reminder that my requests are open right now <33

Lucifer doesn't know if it's the incessant tick tock of the clock or the eerily quiet house that is making him uncomfortable and unable to focus on the papers in his hand. Or maybe it's the way you have been burning a stare into the side of his face for the past 20 minutes.

He knows that looks of yours. He dreads it. It's that look that says that you're gonna ask him something that is going to make him question his very existence. Lucifer's eyes momentarily flicker to you when he sees you shift in your seat from the corner of his eye.

"Would you rather-"

"Don't." You pout at him in annoyance.

"Would you rather drink a little bit of your piss or your shit?"

The deep inhale of breath from Lucifer seems to echo in the quiet room, "I would like to do neither."

"But- that's not how it works!" You get up from your momentary position on the couch for the last hour, pushing Lucifer's arms out of the way to sit on his lap. His arms snake around to hold you like it's second nature.

"Lucifer."

"Yes, darling?"

"Choose one of the options."

"No."

His stoic expression almost threatens to break with a smile for the way you grumble and hide your face in his shoulder, muttering under your breath.

The room descends into a comfortable quietness, a sweetness in the air with the dull sounds of pen scratching, papers brushing against papers and your mindless humming as you fidget with the hair on the nape of his neck.

"Would you rather-"

"For fuck's sake."

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dd1315 · 2 months

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To passerbys, you and Satan look like an adorable couple, sharing a book with each other as he softly reads it aloud to you with a gentle smile on his face. You slightly leaning onto him , your elbows on the table and palms half-covering your face.

[nsfw under cut]

But what they don't see is his hand, slowly gliding up your thighs, under your skirt, rubbing over your clothed pussy until it's damp with your arousal. Then pulling it aside and teasing you with his fingertips , before you let out a small whine out of both pleasure and embarassment at him having his way with you at a public place.

"Ngh...Sat- ah~!"

Oh he just thrusted a finger into you~♡

"H-hey this~!"

And your pussy receives another finger.

"Slow down ah~!"

Your shaky whisper is ignored as four of his fingers assault your pretty pussy as his thumb plays with your clit ; He knows just the spots to hit to make your legs shake and your eyes roll to the back of your head. He loves how vulnerable you are to his touch. Especially, he adores how your tight walls clench around his fingers. His painfully hardened cock now tight against his trousers. He could've just returned home and fucked you on his bed but where's the fun in that?

"Now now...keep the voice down love. After all this is a public library~"

#obey me #obey me nightbringer #obey me shall we date #omnb #omswd #obey me satan #om satan #om! shall we date #om! satan #om! swd #obey me!#obey me satan x reader #obey me smut #obey me satan smut #obey me satan x mc #obey me satan x you #obey me fic #obey me fanfic

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cosmicstarlatte · 11 months

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[MC wrestling the mic from Lucifer at the RAD assembly]

MC: No! NO!

Lucifer: Get off stage!!!

MC: WHOEVER TOOK BEELS CHIPS FROM THE TABLE, YOUR DAYS ARE NUMBERED!!!

[MC & Lucifer wrestling on the floor while the students watch & laugh]

Diavolo: (laughing & then looks down at the chips he's eating)

Diavolo: Oh. Oh no. I've made a mistake.

Barbatos: ...We have to put you into hiding my lord.

#✨️sneak peek: i have another fun bulleted fic coming up...its been a while! takes place at a rad assembly 😎#om! mc enzo content #obey me #obey me headcanons #obey me shitpost #obey me lucifer #obey me humor #obey me crack #obey me incorrect quotes #obey me diavolo #obey me barbatos #obey me beelzebub #◇˖・ﾟ— › cosmic obey me . ⊹#shitpostcifer

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beels-burger-babe · 9 months

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Where I Can't Follow

***We had this moment that just happened in one of my D&D campaigns that I think would make such an amazing moment with Barbatos and MC time traveling (hinestly now that I think of it, similar to the Nightbringer premis) that kinda goes like this:***

This was an opportunity you had never expected to get.

To witness the falling of the brothers. To see them so shattered. So vulnerable. So heartbroken.

But Barbatos had gifted it to you — though with great difficulty due to the finality in the nature of this specific event and its inability to be altered. The deal was he'd come with you, you'd watch from afar and then bith quckly leave. In and out.

You came in, as planned. You witnessed, as planned. And now ...

Barbatos approached a door and opened it, the shimmering teal presence of his magic cloaking its doorway. He looked back at your still and solemn self and gave you a sad smile. "Come now, MC. We can have some tea and talk this all through back at the castle. I can't hold this for much longer."

You nodded silently and stepped up behind him as he began to go through, but then you paused, looking back down the lath you had come from.

The brothers ... you had never witnessed so much pain in them. Their cries. Their screams. It was almost too much to bare.

You remembered the many times they had told you how thankful they were for your presence in the Devildom. About the peace and joy you brought their family.

A very stupid, very dumb plan began to sink itself into your brain.

Barbatos stilled as you tensed and looked up. He gritted his teeth, trying his best to keep the doorway open. "MC, you have to go through the door now."

You paused, looking back at the desperate eyes of your dear friend, then back to the path. You took a deep breath as more and more certainty began to trickle in your brain.

You took a step away from the portal.

"I can't go through."

Barbatos' eyes widened, and he moved as much as he dared partially out of the portal. "MC, you can't stay here. You can't help them in this time -"

"I have to try," you mumbled, taking another step back.

A curse rings from Barbatos as his demon bursts out, and he forces the portal to stay open. "You will die if you stay here. MC, come on!"

You look at him one more time, and Barbatos' expression falls as he sees the look on your face. That stupid mixture of boldness and determination. He already knows it's too late.

You shake your head, moving further back as you walk backward. "Im sorry. I'll find a way back when I can. I have to do something about this!" And without another word, you turn around and start running — the sounds of Barbatos shouting your name and the portal forcing itself shut slowly fading behind you.

Instead, you run. You run and run and run towards the maddened, shattered fragments of the brothers you oh so adore with a new mission locked in your heart.

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l3viat8an · 10 months

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Mammon entering the yearly rut and not telling anyone bc he known that if some of his brothers find out, they will separate him from mc. So, he decided to hide it, but he's too bad at it!! He's all blushed, sweaty and nervous, his pants are really tight and He's constabt erection it's too obvious. He goes to the bathroom almost every minute bc his dick starts to pain. Oh, and it gets worst whenever mc is around. She once touched his shoulder and he came so hard!! Even only calling his name, the poor guy can't resist to orgasm and the desire to breed, poor horny crow :((

Nsfw!

If we are talking about ruts for a sec and how obvious Mammon is when he’s in rut……just imagine teasing him!! Constantly bending over in front of him or even lightly touching him whenever you can!

(The touches don’t even have to be sexual! Like you can just touch his arm or hold his hand and Mammon is struggling not to cum in his pant-(or running off for new pants))

‘n any second he can’t be with you he’s in your room, nesting in your bed, humping one of your pillows or using whatever clothes smell most like you and him. (Usually whatever you were the last time you hung out with just him.)

You’ve even walked in on him in your room more then once and as soon as you do he’s abandoning whatever he was doing (whatever he was jacking off over-) and pulling you into him, whining, begging and pleading you to just let him breed ya! Just once please!! Okay, okay maybe twice he just needs to fill ya up!! He needs it and how can you say no to your first man??

#the only thing I know about rut is from fics so yea-#he’s just desperate to get off and only you can help. plz help him :((#obey me!#obey me mammon x reader #obey me mammon #obey me smut #obey me mammon x chubby reader #obey me #om! smut #obmswd smut #obey me mammon smut #ro rambles #obmswd mammon #om! mammon #om! x reader #obmswd x reader

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mammonsrockstargf · 18 days

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It starts small. You honestly don't think much of it. Crows begin leaving you gifts in your window frame. It's pretty rocks. It's a small screw. It's coins and grimm, it's a button from a shirt, it's shiny beads.

You bring it up to Mammon randomly one day. He stares at you wide-eyed. "What, you mean crowns leave ya gifts? Sound ridiculous," he says and you shrug.

"I mean, I've heard about crows leaving gifts for humans before. It's not that unusual, but usually, the humans give something to the crows in return," you say, thinking aloud. "That's the part that confuses me. I haven't given anything to the crows, so why do they like me so much?" Mammon's cheeks are bright red by now, the blush going all the way down his neck. Your brows furrow with concern.

"Hey, are you okay?" you ask and he nods quickly. "Yeah, 'm fine, gotta-go-see-ya! " he stutters and quickly leaves you, practically running away. You look after him in confusion. Weren't you both just supposed to be headed home?

The gifts continue. You get a single earring. At one point you get a small bone and at another time you get a tooth which leaves you a bit unsettled but also intrigued. You treasure every single gift, keeping it in a small box by your desk. You begin to leave the crows gifts in return. You find that they like peanuts and berries. One time you experimentally leave a big piece of watermelon, only to find it devoured within minutes.

The next day there's a pretty locket with what looks like a flower engraved in it. You gape at the locket and instantly put it on, proudly wearing it around your neck. You make sure to leave the crows a feast that day.

Satan is the first brother to notice it when it slips out from the collar of your uniform one day. "Is that new?" he asks. "Oh yeah, I've befriended a bunch of crows." Satan stops in his tracks and stares at you.

"You've befriended crows?" He repeats and you nod. "Yes. Why is everyone so weird about this?" A knowing smile creeps onto his face and he shakes his head.

"Why do you think the crows like you so much?" he asks. You hum, considering it for a second. Eventually, you have to draw a blank and look at Satan in defeat. His smile only grows wider.

"Ask Mammon. He might know."

You find Mammon in his room, lying in his bed. He smiles when he sees you and pats the bed, motioning you to come over. "Come here," he says and you do, lying down next to him. He huffs and pulls at you so you're lying on his chest. You can feel his heart beating and you look up at him through your lashes.

"Hey, Mamms," you say and he runs his hand down your back, rubbing circles into it. "Hey, treasure," he says and grins.

"Satan says you might know the cause of my new friendships." His cheeks turn crimson in an instant and he lets out something akin to a nervous laugh. "Oh, the crows, you mean?" you huff and playfully roll your eyes. "Come on, big guy, spill the beans," you say and Mammon sighs.

"So, the crows like you, because, well, I told them about you," he says and a grin spreads across your face. "Go on," you say.

"Okay, I have crow familiars, you know what a familiar is, right?" he says and looks at you expectantly. You rake your brain, remembering briefly having about it in one of your classes. "Yeah, it's like witches with black cats, right?" you say and Mammon hums.

"Yeah, kind of, but anyone can have a familiar and it can be any animal. The whole black cat thing is just something the catholic church made up." You nod in understanding while Mammon continues to rub patterns into your back. The beating of his heart seems to have become louder underneath you. "So what you're saying is you can't shut up about how awesome I am and now a bunch of crows are obsessed with me?" you say and Mammon hides his face in his hands. You giggle and pry his hands away, smiling at him adoringly.

"Please don't make fun of me," he huffs and you pout at his antics. "I could never tease my lovely little bird boy," you coo and Mammon groans while pushing you off him. He turns his back to you and you laugh manically. "Come on, Mamms, It's cute," you say and press soft kisses to the nape of his neck. "you're cute," you say and throw an arm and a leg over him, attempting to spoon him. You feel him instantly melting to your touch, completely unable to keep his resolve. It's almost too easy when he turns around again to face you. You smile at his pink face.

"I really like the gifts the crows gave me," you reassure him because you genuinely do. It's become something you look forward to when you open your window.

"You do?"

"Yeah, absolutely," you affirm and he smiles sheepishly. "I once tried to train them to steal money for me, but it didn't work."

a/n: thanks for reading! find my other stuff here <3

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treasureofmammon · 23 days

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Imagine...

Sleeping with Mammon in MC's single bed:

Just hugging, snuggling, cuddling each other because it's so small for both of you that being so close is the only option (which is why Mammon always suggests that you two sleep in your room). Kissing is present: a little kiss in your forehead, a hicky on his neck, another quick peck on the lips; while you two smile, eyes closed, besotted and drowsy. This kind of intimacy is precious.

✨️💖💛✨️💖💛✨️💖💛✨️💖💛✨️💖💛✨️💖💛✨️

Ps: I need a romantic partner to do this with.

[Notes: The character(s) depicted here belong to the mobile game "Obey me: shall we date" and are owned by Solmare Corporation. The text here was made by me: Treasure of Mammon, meaning these are fan-made. | GN!Reader | English is not my first language, so there might be orthographic and syntax errors. I urge you all to interact kindly with this post].

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cloudcountry · 1 year

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pretty

SUMMARY: His brothers often poke fun at him for his grey hairs, but he can't seem to care half as much when you tell him how pretty you think they are.

CHARACTER: Lucifer.

WARNINGS: None!!

COMMENTS: I always thought the grey tints to Lucifer's hair were really pretty. I know I'm not the only one. Also I just want to make him tea and rub his shoulders. I'm not even in love with him.

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Lucifer ran his hand through his hair as the documents he was working on blurred together. Sighing, he leaned back in his chair and rubbed his temples.

He could feel a headache coming on.

Smacking his hand on the surface of his desk, he searched for his D.D.D. Once he found it, he unlocked the device with the intention of sending a message to MC.

“Lucifer?”

Speak of the devil, he turned to face the doorway just in time to see your head poking inside. You smiled when he met your gaze.

“Can I come in?”

“Of course. I was just about to ask you to come to my room.” he hummed, watching with tired eyes as you stepped inside and shut the door behind you with your foot.

It was only then that he realized you were carrying a small silver tray with a tea set on it. There were two cups, and by the way you were handling the tray he could only assume they were full.

“I made you tea.” you breathed, setting the tray on his desk and maneuvering behind him, “You’ve been working so hard lately. I wanted to take care of you.”

“By all means, do.” Lucifer chuckled, touched that you’d thought of him.

He had to hold back a satisfied sigh as you started rubbing his shoulders, your soft humming filling the room as he relaxed. Lucifer wished he could stay here forever, being touched so tenderly by you. He knew he had to get back to his work, he knew he needed to focus, but with you here it was so hard to do that and he wasn’t sure how much longer he could handle it-

“Your hair...” you murmured, brushing your fingers over his scalp so gently that he shivered, “I never noticed the gray tips.”

“I’m surprised you haven’t. My brothers like to tease me for them often. Calling me old and such.” he replied, finally opening his eyes and resting his gaze on you.

Sweet, perfect you.

“It’s pretty. I like it a lot.” you pressed a soft kiss to his forehead, smiling at him like you were the angel all along, “You have pretty hair, Lucifer.”

“Thank you, MC. But I believe yours is even more gorgeous.” he smiled, placing a hand over yours and squeezing.

He hoped the love he tried to pour into the touch was received.

#auburn's fics <3 #drabbles <3 #obey me x reader #obey me fluff #om lucifer x reader #lucifer x reader #obey me lucifer x reader #om x reader

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hopeluna-archived · 6 months

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mammon drabble if youre up for it !

Drabble ask game

"I made you something"

Mammon has to suppress the urge to run away like a schoolgirl when you turn around at his voice. "What did you make?"

"Uh-", Mammon's nerves are running as he digs his hands in his pocket. You notice the pop of colourful threads on his hand. "-a bracelet"

Its not that well done. Soft yellow and loosely wrapped, its clearly been tampered with an effort to make it pretty. Its looks so delicate in Mammon's tight, anxious grip.

"Mammon, its so pretty!"

The demon sighs in relief before his lips quirk up into a grin at your appreciation. He was terrified you would find it pathetic. "Hell yeah, it is! I made it after all"

Your laugh heats his face up, happy that he caused it. Mammon beckons you to put your wrist forward. His hands are slightly clammy as he struggles to tie it on, almost jumping whenever your hands touch.

"There you go! Ain't it awesome?"

"Its very awesome Mammon! Where did you get the materials? Didn't Lucifer block your cards?"

Your innocent question makes him tense up. "Don't ya worry about it!." Mammon tries, and fails, to give you a unsuspecting smile.

He hopes Asmo doesn't notice that his accessories box has been messed around with.

His heart feels as if it was going to burst open and bleed out on the floor when you lightly peck him on the cheek as a thanks. And he knows he's not even going to complain about the stain his heart would leave behind.

As long as you're the cause.

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hopeluna · 2 months

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18+ mdni. 0.4k

Just you getting on Lucifer's nerves.

It's chore day at the house of lamentation, declared by Lucifer much to the dismay of the brothers. It is a hot day, the humidity in the air making every work seeming more endless. You're tired from cleaning the halls, and the kitchen (thanks to Beel's impromptu snacking), so you've taken to doing a much more relaxing task for a while, watering the gardens.

You feel goosebumps cover the skin over your arm, the hair on the nape of your neck standing up. Looking up behind you, you see Lucifer looking down from the window of his study. It has the perfect view to check whether his brothers are doing the work or not and you're sure from the look on his face, he's doing the exact same thing now, checking on you.

Sneaking a glance at your white t-shirt and the water sprinkler in your hand, a smile creeps up on your face.

Lucifer was done with all his chores, and this was your last one. So, it wouldn't hurt, right?

If it was even possible, you feel the heat of his glare more and more as you make a show of accidentally pouring water over your front, completely drenching it in water, the cotton soaking in to make the skin underneath visible.

The fabric clings to your skin as Lucifer's grip on your hand tightens ever so slightly, dragging you up to his room hastily. The fabric clings to your skin, soaking in to the bed underneath more and more the faster Lucifer's hips rut into yours.

He's got you bent over, face digging into a pillow that he carelessly threw under your head. Your eyes roll back, a little bit of drool slipping over the pillow as you desperately grab the sheets- you just want- you just have to hold something to ground you. Your mind briefly registers the sting on your ass and the tight pull on your hair before you're crying out, jostling in rhythm with his thrusts.

"What? Can't even say a word now, huh?" You whine a little as Lucifer's voice filters in, gripping on your hair to pull your face up a little.

"Look at you, too dumb to even talk." His hand that was pulling on your hair snakes down to wrap around your neck. "So much for your fucking teasing", his grip tightens more around your neck, accompanied with a harsh thrust against that soft spot inside you, as you babble out incomprehensible pleas.

"From now, think twice before pulling a stunt like that."

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shywritersblog · 6 months

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Here are 100 random quotes from Lucifer!

Sourced from the OM! Wiki, chats, devilgram, screenshots I found, etc. I made this list to help with studying to write the characters in character. (Not really proofread, sorry if there are mistakes. Also, there may be spoilers. If so, they’re minor spoilers)

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“Do you want my attention? Why don't we talk for a little then? I have enough energy for that. As your presence is so very soothing to me.“

“Heh, not afraid to get sassy with me anymore, are you?”

“Let's celebrate until you cannot stand anymore.“

“No need to rush. I won't be able to help you if you fall down in the middle of the street. Rather, I would probably enjoy the sight.”

“...Well? How do you like Demonus-flavored kisses?“

“I believe it's long been established that if anyone's going to be eating them, it will be me.“

“If you want me to keep you from running that mouth of yours, you need only ask.“

“Are you poking fun at me right now? I see you like to play with fire. Well, there's a punishment for getting cheeky with me like that. Come here, MC”

“I am exceedingly concerned…”

“Now Listen, and listen well. I will not be your possession. I won’t belong to you. You will belong to me.”

“You seem repentant, so I shall forgive you.”

“Are you still tired from last night? After all, I didn’t let you get much sleep.”

“I will watch over you. Until the day comes where we must part. And I promise... to love you until the end of your days and beyond.”

“You... Release me! Don't you dare try to put me to sleep like I'm not ten million years older than you!”

“All of you, out of the way...! I'm going to tear that human limb from limb…!”

"Are you trying to please me?"

"Do you need a goodnight kiss?"

"You are a strange human being."

"You want me to praise you for that? Very well… Good iob."

"Fine, I'll forgive you just this once."

"Do you need something?"

“It's as if you're saying that you need me in your life, and that's a wonderful feeling. Is it conceited of me to say that? Well, I am the Avatar of Pride, after all."

“Stab it with a fork or something. Anything sharp should do the trick.“

"I can't say I mind spending my time with you while Mammon's shrieks echo in the background either. Heh! And Diavolo's laughter is even louder than that."

“Well, there are worse demons it could have happened to... Probably.”

“Asmo, you stay right there. I'll go get my whip.“

“Hush now. Daddy's here to give you a hug.“

“NONONONONONO! I'm saying I DON'T want them to see that picture. So, if they ask you for it, I'd like you to tell them that no such photo exists. OK?”

“That won't be necessary. I went ahead and blew it up. The entire room.“

"If you want to get the better of me, that toy of yours isn't going to cut it. Perhaps try lethal poison from some horrific insect, aged a thousand years for maximum potency."

“I know, I know... But why don't we save the killing until after you've eaten your breakfast, hm?“

“Mmm, nothing's sweeter than listening to their screams of agony. Heheheh...”

“Bring him down to the living room. Use whatever means necessary…though I do want him alive.“

”I would never have imagined I would be kissed on the cheek by you. I don't dislike it when you take the initiative. But why on the cheek? You don't need to hesitate with me. Next time, do it on the lips. Understand?”

“Hell coffee becomes bitter when you prepare it for someone that you're fond of. It's a special property of the coffee beans. Naturally, I drank every last drop of your feelings.”

“Only those that haven't been involved in that dolt's childish antics are the truly happy ones.”

“When I get my hands on him, I'll have to be thorough with my discipline.”

“Tomorrow I will be handing Diavolo a report detailing how all of the exchange students are faring. I'll be sure to stress how excited you are to continue your education here at our prestigious academy.”

“How's the Celestial Realm? Unlike the Devildom, you don't have to worry about anyone grabbing you and eating you for lunch there, do you?”

“You've got Solomon with you as well, so you should relax and enjoy your time there.“

“If only my brothers were as obedient as you are. It is not every day that you get the chance to have me indebted to you. You can expect a one-hundred times return on the investment of your time, that I promise. In return, I expect that you won't let me down.”

“How naive. If you don't want me to have wasted my time by informing you, be sat in your seat at the table within the next sixty seconds. It will be just you and me. Let us enjoy the rare breakfast together before my brothers ruin the atmosphere.”

“Don't get cocky, MC.”

“One spoke at length about the clothing on the Diavolo sticker. It waxed lyrical about how exquisite the design choices were.”

“However, I discovered a slew of insults written in invisible ink on the page.“

“How could you tell? You really know me well, MC! Hehehe. I was drinking Demonus with Diavolo earlier. And you know, he kept saying all these nice things about you... Let me tell you, I'm also really happy you're down here with us.”

“…Who even came up with the idea that whoever empties their bottle first, wins...? Oh, right. I did... My bad. Ah, my head is spinning. Good night MC. Love you.”

“Ugh, you thickheaded fool of a demon! What's your skull made of? Granite?”

“That's a curse meant to make you stub your toe on the leg of a table… But if you actually do stub your toe, it hurts quite a bit.”

“MC. It has come to my attention that Mammon and Asmo took you out for a drive recently. Well, how was it? Enjoyable? …I'm glad to hear it. We all need breaks from the daily grind from time to time. l'd like you to join me for a drive next time. I'll give you a taste of euphoric freedom that those two could never dream of. Prepare for the time of your life.”

“If you'd like, we could take a shower together.”

“After all, I haven't managed to seduce you yet. I'm going to need more time.”

“The three highest-ranked demons in the realm, frolicking about in a frivolous pajama party? How absurd.”

“I didn't hear a word you just said. I know nothing about it, and I'm going to keep it that way.”

“I see. Then I should be allowed to take a similar photo of you, no? Come stay over in my room again tonight.”

“Don't be stupid. I will not allow myself to be clad in demon garb. I'm going to strip off every last piece of it this very instant and fling it as far away from me as I can.”

“You're a demon. I'm surprised someone like you is able to feed me lines like that with a straight face. You've got some nerve.”

“Heheheh. Well, he is my brother, after all, so I thought I'd go easy on him. So, should I make this quick, or go slowly, bit by bit? Your choice.”

“So, tell me. what's with the Little D.? The one looking at me with that moronic expression...”

“You think you stand a chance against me?! You think you could defeat Lucifer, Avatar of Pride?“

“Well, aren't you persistent. I suppose you won't be happy until you've pummeled the door senseless?”

“...Just what were you hoping to accomplish by knocking me down like this, hm? Because doing something like that to me, right now… is making it much harder for me to control myself...!”

“Given that you were the one who pounced first, you can't complain when the tables are turned, can you? …I'm so thirsty, I can hardly think straight. I trust you understand what that means.”

“To show my thanks, I suppose I'm not against giving you some special treatment. You'll have to come closer. I'll give you my lap until you're satisfied. ...You'll keep me company until then, won't you?”

"You deserve a thank you."

"Sorry, this isn't exactly my cup of tea. I was hoping you'd know me better."

"It appears to me you know what pleases me."

"Are you really trying to tickle me? Heheheh, you'll have to do much better than that."

"Pff...if you think that tickles, you're wrong."

"Well, if you insist on touching me, then be my guest.”

"Well, hello. How are things?"

"You've got some nerve keeping me waiting. Well now, what are you going to do about it?"

"I'm back. Hm? ...Did you miss me?"

"*sigh* I've had a long day. But seeing you has a way of making me feel better."

"Sorry, I had some business to take care of. Well, well, you certainly seem happy to see me."

"Done? Let's continue this in my room."

"Good night... We'll meet again in our dreams."

"I feel like we both have a nice day ahead of us."

"I enjoyed our time together. Perhaps we should do this again."

“You do know what I'm capable of... don't you?"

"Happy Easter. Will you accept it, my little bunny?"

"Once you're officially a sorcerer, I'd like you to become powerful enough to shut up Solomon for me."

“Very well. Here I go. Lucifer Kick!”

“Why should I be subjected to the indignation of a pat on the head from you?”

“After all, it's a bit like tossing a helpless lamb into the middle of a pack of hungry wolves, isn't it? But it's also important to understand just who it is you're eating, wouldn't you say?“

“It means that I see you as prey, too. Just like the others. It goes without saying that I'm far stronger than you. If I were to pin you down right here and now, you wouldn't be able to do anything about it, now would you? How about we give it a try...?“

“You will soon enough.”

“When a vampire feeds, it's not like his human prey feels only pain. Quite the opposite, actually. They're overcome with a feeling of unimaginable ecstasy. The truth is that you want this as well, don't you? You want to feel my arms around you, to give yourself up to me and offer up your blood... You're special. I won't drink you dry...no. I'm going to kiss you again and again, all over your body. Indulging in you just a bit each and every night. And I do mean every night. No other vampire will ever know the taste of your blood…”

“Do you have any idea how hard I had to struggle not to do this earlier...? It was all I could do to resist throwing my arms around you right in front of everyone at the party.”

“MC… I missed you. I can tell just from the way you feel against me. I can sense what you're feeling.I'm sorry, MC. ...Sorry it took me so long to get to you. You should really stay with me tonight. We need to make up for all the time lost.“

“You're drunk, you idiot. Oh well, I'll go along with you just for today. Bottoms up.”

“Me? Intoxicated? Preposterous. I'm my usual old self.”

“You are also fond of me, no?“

“Then come over here. Are you holding back? Come closer. Prepare yourself. If I win, I get to do with you as I please.”

“You know there is no turning back after the first pillow is thrown, right?”

“As a demon, I've never cared when humans bred…”

“Stop unnecessarily stressing me out. You're shaving years off my life here.”

“I don't mind. If I am not allowed to nag, then I can simply beat these rules into you.”

“Is this how you all amuse yourselves? By sending photos of your exposed body parts?”

“Good grief. I need eyes everywhere to keep track of everyone.”

Extras! (It's hard to pick just 100 y'know?)

1. “Leading unhealthy lifestyles, frittering away your time and money… The extent to which you all squander your lives away is quite intolerable to watch.”

2. “Put two or more of you together, and you start getting ideas in your head. Bad ideas.”

3. “The next time one of you puts so much as a toe out of line… I'lI march you all up your beloved Mt. Imminent Death, and ensure that you NEVER return.”

4. “So as an extra bonus, I'll tickle you...”

5. “How nice that you're not letting our large underground gambling problem spoil your fun...”

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𝑀𝒶𝓈𝓉𝑒𝓇𝓁𝒾𝓈𝓉

𝒮𝒽𝓎 𝒲𝓇𝒾𝓉𝑒𝓇 ༝༚༝༚

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