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peonysgreenhouse · 21 days

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-`♡´- the day you and the stars disappeared.

summary: the discovery and aftermath of your disappearance. what do your beloveds do in your absence?

tags: obey me characters (lucifer, mammon, levi, asmo, satan, beel, belphie, diavolo, barbatos, solomon, simeon, and thirteen) x gn!reader, angst, spoilers for the first chapter of obey me! nightbringer.

When Lucifer wakes up, the left side of his bed is cold.

It's not the most unusual thing. Lucifer was much less of a morning person that you were. He glaces to his bedside table. 8:30; it was too early for you to be out of bed on the weekend. Even if you woke up early, you'd still be tucked into his arms, or scrolling through Devilgram on your D.D.D.

Lucifer sits up, a pout on his face. You couldn't have strayed too far in such a short time.

"Beloved?" He calls, hoping you could hear him if you were in the bathroom. Lucifer says your name, this time a little louder, but again gets no response.

It wasn't your turn to be on breakfast duty... Perhaps you had a bad dream? You did tend to hide those things from him.

He closes his eyes and thinks of you. Usually, he would feel a faint warmth, like the fluttering of a moth's wings underneath his skin; it was the feeling of your soul connected to his through your pact. But now, even with all his focus, the feeling of your soul connection is nothing but a cold static.

Lucifer swallows the panic welling up in his chest and stands, quickly throwing on his clothes and rushing from his room. He starts in the basement, looking in any place a human could possibly squeeze into, desperately calling out your name. The ever-composed Lucifer, reduced to tearing the house apart when his human isn't in his sights.

He hopes that he is overreacting. He hopes that he'll find you curled up with Mammon, or on a walk outside the house.

He hopes that you are still somewhere that he can reach.

"Oy, Lucifer, what's going on?" Mammon. Lucifer takes a deep breath and tries to collect himself. If he let himself be emotional, his brothers would take that as a sign that something is very, very wrong. He would have to hold himself together, for now. "You're waking everyone up."

"Mammon, have you seen MC?" Calm enough.

"I haven't seen 'em since last night, they were with you, right?" You and Lucifer stayed up late to finish paperwork for your new student council role. "You didn't make 'em angry, did you?"

Lucifer's pout deepens. He's sure he'll age a millennia faster with how much he worries over you. "No, nothing like that. We finished up the assignments and then went to bed." Lucifer sighs, "and then when I woke up this morning, they weren't there. It's unlike them."

"You sure they just didn't go for a walk or something?" Mammon checks his phone to see if there were any messages from you.

"Mammon... try to connect to them with your pact."

Mammon closes his eyes, and repeats the same action Lucifer did only a few minutes prior.

Nothing.

Mammon instantly shifts into his demon form, fear evident in his eyes.

"I'm gonna go drag Solomon over here. He'll be able to track 'em if they're nearby, right?"

"He should be. Bring Simeon too, if he's there.". Lucifer straightens himself out. "I'll wake Leviathan and then go get Diavolo and Barbatos. Maybe they'll know more about what's going on."

Mammon nods, out the door before Lucifer can even finish his sentence.

Lucifer doesn't allow himself any more moments alone, he rushes upstairs to shake Leviathan awake.

-`♡´-

"No need to pound on the door, Mammon." Simeon smiles, but Mammon can tell he's annoyed. Giving Simeon a minute to open the door was Mammon's idea of being patient, he had half a mind to knock the damn thing off its hinges. "Is there anything—".

"Where's Solomon?" Mammon cuts him off, pushing past him and into Purgatory Hall's living room. The smell of fresh coffee fills the air; just how early did these guys wake up?

"He's still sleeping, I believe. Why are you in such a rush?" Simeon asks.

"MC's missing. Need him to find them. He in his room?"

"What?"

"You heard me!" Mammon can hardly keep it together. He didn't want to talk about it, he knew that if he started talking he wouldn't be able to stop.

He hadn't felt your soul connection so cold since... since...

"What's going on?" Solomon steps out of the hallway, still in his pajamas. "I heard Mammon yelling. What happened to MC?"

Of course he'd have been listening in. "Lucifer woke up this morning and they weren't there. Can't hardly feel their soul at all, it's like they're—".

"What do you mean?" Solomon's eyebrows quirk up, clearly not expecting to hear that. "What does it feel like?"

"Damn it, Solomon, it feels like it did when Belphie... y'know." Mammon can't bring himself to say it. It was too awful, what he did to you. "Enough talking, do your magic thing and find 'em!"

Solomon and Simeon exchange worried looks. "Alright, let me get dressed. Then we'll head off. But Mammon...".

"What?" Mammon huffs, already heading towards the door.

"I'm sure they're fine. You know how capable they are. Perhaps they just wanted some alone time."

"Yes, MC has survived a lot. I'm sure they just popped back up to the Human World or something... We'll probably be laughing about this with them at the end of the day."

Simeon smiles, but it doesn't reach his eyes. Mammon tries not to let the thought that they might be trying to placate him bother him.

-`♡´-

"You want me to watch over our brothers? Why? What's happening?" Levi sits up in his bathtub bed, disoriented from being shaken awake so suddenly.

He had heard the commotion earlier, but assumed that Mammon had done something to warrant Lucifer's ire. Lucifer searching through Levi's room while he was sleeping wasn't the strangest occurrence. Mammon did hide things in here from time to time.

"Levi, don't worry over this right now. I'll fill you in once we figure out what's going on."

"No, Lucifer, tell me now!" Levi stands, suddenly very awake. "You're worried over something, and you're never worried, not like this."

Even standing up straight, Lucifer was still looking down at Leviathan.

"Telling you would only make the situation worse." Levi hates how patronizing Lucifer sounds. He hated it when they first fell and he hated it now. "Make sure the others stay put, I'll be back soon."

Levi moves quickly to stop him from leaving. "If you don't tell me, I'll... I'll summon Lotan!" Lucifer steps forward, but Leviathan doesn't budge. "I'll really do it, Lucifer! I'm serious about this!"

It would probably take Levi a few hundred years to muster up the courage to stand up to Lucifer like this again. But watching the cold pity fade from his brother's eyes and turn into something more akin to pride was worth it.

"MC is gone, and I'm going to the Demon Lord's Castle to seek Diavolo and Barbatos's help." Lucifer says it with such a barely-maintained calmness that Leviathan knows this is serious. That you weren't sucked into a silly game or hiding out in Purgatory Hall for the weekend.

Levi feels his heart sink.

"Now, can you do as you're told and stay put? I'll be back soon." Lucifer squeezes Levi's shoulder, forcing Levi to listen. "If anything happens, call me."

He nods, but once Lucifer turns to leave, he quietly falls back into bed. Levi watches Henry swim around in his goldfish tank; you had just fed him yesterday, how did things change so much in just a few hours?

No, he can't shut down here. If something happened to you and he wasn't there to help he would never forgive himself.

You had saved him so many times before, it was time for him to be your Knight. (God, he sounded like a normie).

-`♡´-

When Mammon arrives back to the House of Lamentation with Simeon, Solomon, and Thirteen (Solomon had called her for help), the front door is blown off its hinges. Levi peeks through sheepishly at the four of them, waving for them to come in.

"What the hell happened here?" Thirteen tries to shut the door behind them, but it slowly starts to creak back open as soon as its closed.

"I told Satan what happened." Levi sighs, fiddling with the ends of his sleeves. "He went out to calm himself down. Said he'll be back by the time Lucifer gets home."

"Have you guys found anything here?" Simeon asks Leviathan. Just past Levi in the living room was Asmodeus, who was anxiously staring down at his phone.

Beel descends the stairs at the same time Belphie comes up from the basement: "I checked all the rooms upstairs, they're not up there."

Belphie shakes his head: "They're nowhere in the basement, either."

"I've been texting anyone that knows them from R.A.D. No one has seen them yet." Asmodeus blinks back tears. "This is crazy, you know! Why does this kind of thing always happen to them?"

"Well, they're not dead. So stop acting so sad!" Thirteen chimes in, sprawling herself out on the living room couch. "I checked their candle this morning myself. I can check again but trust me, I would know if they died. I'm a reaper, y'know?"

"You checked their candle this morning? Isn't that quite a walk from where you sleep?" Despite the situation, Solomon just can't help himself. Thirteen sits up and throws a pillow at the sorcerer, cheeks flushed.

"I just had some business over there, that's all." Thirteen huffs, sinking back into the sofa so she doesn't have to see Solomon's smug face. "Anyways, aren't you supposed to be doing your thing?"

"Yeah, get to it, Solomon." Mammon tugs on the back of Solomon's cape, pointing him towards Lucifer's room. "They were last seen in there. See if you can find anything."

-`♡´-

Simeon stands near the doorway to Lucifer's room with Mammon, watching as Solomon searches for traces of anything that might give them a clue as to your whereabouts.

Simeon had thought that he had accepted being human. He thought the feeling of powerlessness that was so overwhelming to him at first had finally settled; there was nothing he could do to gain his grace back after what he had done, after all.

But now? He knew even as an angel there wasn't much more he could do to find you. If he had become your Guardian Angel like he had teased so many times, he could at least feel out if you were in danger.

Cautious Simeon, always so scared to make that final jump.

He says a prayer for you, quietly. Simeon hopes that his Father would still lend his ear to his own child, no matter how far he had strayed.

"There's one strong concentration here." Solomon frowns, gesturing to an area a little above shoulder height, right beside the left side of Lucifer's bed. "but that's all I can sense right now."

"Yeah, there's gotta be something else you missed." Mammon anxiously looks around the room, checking to see for himself if anything was out of place. "Keep looking."

They both follow Solomon as he does just that. He checks Lucifer's bathroom, in the closets, in the halls by his door... Nothing.

"I just don't get it." Solomon says, eyes closed in thought. He leans against the low table in the hallways. "If someone went through all this trouble to kidnap MC, why would they leave such an obvious trace behind?"

"Who gives a shit their motive right now. Tell us that you found something that can lead us to them, Solomon." Desperation drips from Mammon's voice. Mammon needs some hope to hold on to; Simeon empathizes with that feeling.

If Thirteen hadn't assured everyone you were still alive Simeon is sure he'd be snapping at Solomon too. Solomon was a good friend, but there's something about how casual he is with everything that makes Simeon angry. Did he not love you too?

"I did, don't worry, Mammon." Solomon pats Mammon's shoulder, "Once everyone gets back, I'll explain what I found."

-`♡´-

Diavolo, Barbatos, and Lucifer arrive shortly after Solomon is done with his search.

The anxiety in the room is palpable; any news at all could set them alight. Especially Satan, who seemed to be trying to remember old breathing exercises to keep back his demon form.

"Solomon, they're here!" Asmodeus announces, and Simeon, Solomon, and Mammon come out from Lucifer's room to join everyone in the living room.

Lucifer doesn't comment on the broken door, he doesn't much care if the house itself was destroyed in the process of finding you.

"Tell us what you've found." Diavolo asks; Lucifer had informed him and Barbatos about what had happened on the way back from the castle. It had been a long while since Diavolo had seen his old friend look so grave.

Solomon comes around the couch and takes a seat by Thirteen. She scoots away.

"Well, there wasn't much left behind to find.... Which is good in its own way." Solomon crosses his legs. "Time magic was used sometime in Lucifer's bedroom last night. It appears MC has been taken to another point in this timeline."

As soon as the words leave his mouth, all eyes go to Barbatos. Even Barbatos looks stunned, eyes widening in shock.

"Time magic?" Satan stands, hands clenching at his sides. "I would like an explanation then, Barbatos. Now."

"I... am afraid I am as in the dark as you all are." The hesitation in Barbatos's voice does little to persuade the brothers. Beel stands and keeps a watchful eye on Satan. If you were here, you wouldn't want anyone to get hurt for your sake.

Diavolo stands in front of Barbatos. "Now, you all know Barbatos isn't the only being capable of time magic."

"Is it possible that someone else used your portals?" Thirteen asks. "You leave those things wide open, don'tcha? Seems like an easy target."

"I would know if anyone other than myself used them, yes. But I did not feel any abnormalities last night."

Belphie turns to Solomon. "Wait, you said time magic, what time period did they get sent to?"

"Ah, well that's a little tricky." Solomon answers with a sheepish smile. "The residual magic was strong, but you would expect more to be left behind if they went to the future. Future magic is highly unstable, anyways. It's more likely they were sent somewhere into the past, probably around the time of the Celestial War based on my analysis."

Belphie shakes his head. "You can't say 'probably', you have to be certain about this."

"Then, yes, I am certain that is where they are." Solomon answers smoothly.

The second the words leave Solomon's mouth, Mammon speaks up:

"Okay, so how do we get them back?!"

-`♡´-

With lots of loud disagreements, and a few almost-fights, they come to terms that it has to be Solomon that goes after you.

No one particularly likes that idea, but he was the only one who wouldn't completely disrupt the timeline. His past self wouldn't be in the Devildom, so he could avoid paradoxes, and he was more than strong enough to protect himself if need be.

That same day, Barbatos prepares the portal for Solomon to go through after you. But not before one last warning from Diavolo:

Diavolo's eyes are stern, hand gripping Solomon's shoulder tight enough to where it would be painful. Solomon takes a step back, but Diavolo's body follows him.

"You bring them back safe." A warning, "And bring them back swiftly. Whatever you must do to get them back... do it."

Solomon, frankly, had had enough warnings from the demon brothers, and from his old friend Thirteen to understand that his life was forfeit if he came back without you.

He supposed he couldn't fault their protectiveness, however. If your safety was left alone in the hands of any other, he's sure he'd do worse to guarantee you came back alive and well.

"Of course," Solomon rolls his shoulder, shrugging off the Prince's hold. "You know I want them back just as much as you do. Perhaps even more."

Diavolo pats his back, his usual genial smile returning to his face, and he laughs. "Oh, I doubt that."

Barbatos gestures to the two, indicating that everything is ready for Solomon to step through. Solomon doesn't feel anything but calm, for what did he have to be anxious about? He was getting to see you again.

Was it selfish of him to be happy that he would be in a time period where the one you would rely on the most would be him?

"Bring them back to us," Is the last thing he hears before he steps through the portal, and into the past.

-`♡´- Lucifer

Lucifer busies himself with his work. If he fills his schedule enough, he doesn't have time to worry about you constantly, doesn't have time for his mind to cycle through the worst of what could happen with you out of his reach.

He volunteers to take on all of your duties that you were newly appointed as R.A.D.'s newest student council officer. Lucifer doesn't want anything to get in the way of you spending time with him again once you get back.

When he isn't working, he takes care of his brothers. The House of Lamentation always becomes a little quieter when you're not around, but the silence this time is more somber.

Lucifer doesn't scold them as much, gives them more leeway when they skip classes or forget to turn in assignments. He knows they're struggling and he doesn't want to add to that burden.

He hardly sleeps unless he passes out from exhaustion. When he does, his dreams are of blame. Why didn't he just wake up when you were taken? You were right there.

-`♡´- Mammon

Mammon had to be held back by Levi and Beel to keep him from going into the portal after Solomon.

It wasn't fair that that guy got to go and he had to stay behind. He was your first man! Mammon wasn't even sure that Solomon didn't play a role in helping you disappear. He never trusted that guy.

But all he could do now was hope that he would bring you back, right? It didn't matter anymore who saved you, just the fact that you were alive and safe and in his arms would be enough for him.

Mammon misses you ardently.

He texts you about his day every day. He knows the messages won't deliver, but he doesn't have anyone else to send them too. Sometimes he'll even call your phone so he can hear your voice in the voicemail. It helps him sleep.

-`♡´- Leviathan

He's just so tired of this. He thought once your trials at R.A.D. were over, you could settle down in the House of Lamentation forever.

If anyone deserved a life full of peace, it was you. You had endured way too much hardship on their account to keep having these things happen to you.

Levi tries to maintain a normalcy for you to return to. He buys games that you had on your radar for you to play with him once you got back.

He likes looking at the pictures you both had taken together. Cosplay pics, photobooth strips, candid polaroids... precious memories that could never be replaced.

And, when he really misses you, he takes one of your school uniforms, hanging up neatly in your closet and takes it to bed with him. It still smells like you, and if he closes his eyes, he can picture you're there with him.

Though, waking up and seeing you weren't there is like losing you all over again.

-`♡´- Satan

Satan worries.

He knew what he was like right after the Celestial War. He knew what monstrous things he did when he couldn't control his anger; before he made a conscious decision to crawl his way out of his emotional stagnation and to be more than he was created to be.

He gets into a habit of hanging out with Thirteen. Satan never really cared much for her attitude, but she's the only one who would know if you were still alive.

She's tolerable, in that when they get together they always end up talking about you. Satan doesn't tell her the best stories about you, no, those were reserved only for himself.

When he is alone, he often drifts towards your room. He knows his brothers often sleep there when you're gone, so he washes your sheets and makes your bed back up when they're not there.

Satan even tidies his own room just enough so that you would have room to sleep in his bed with him when you returned.

-`♡´- Asmodeus

To have both you and Solomon taken away from him in the same day, it seems a bit cruel, doesn't it?

He's thankful for all the consolations from his friends and his fans; the well wishes are nice, but it isn't the same as hearing it from your voice.

Asmo tells anyone who will listen about what happened to you in hopes that they'll spin stories back at him. Even if most were lies conjured to make him feel better, there always are some true stories in the mix. He hears a few rumors of ancient, powerful demons that he hands over to Satan and Belphie to look more into. He was glad he could do something.

Asmodeus starts collecting things that remind him of you. Flowers that never wilt, lamb plushies, silk pajamas — there's a box in his room of gifts to give you once you get back home.

He writes down everything that you've missed since you disappeared, he has so much to catch you up on, after all! And if there's a lot of 'I love you's' and things he misses about you in between topics, he's sure you won't mind hearing them, too.

-`♡´- Beelzebub

Beel feels a little lost without you there.

You were so ingrained in his daily schedule that he doesn't know what to do with a lot of his time. You, Mammon, him, and Belphie would always hang out after school, since the four of you had the same last period.

There was no sun in the Devildom, but he didn't need any to feel warm sitting next to you three. Mammon would bring cards, and you would take turns picking out games to play.

You would usually win; he loved seeing your smile as you asked for praise for winning. Belphie and Mammon would pout, but Beel was always happy to tell you you did a good job. He keeps an ongoing score sheet somewhere in his backpack:

MC - 102, Mammon - 16, Belphie - 59, Beel - 20. He didn't care much for winning as long as everyone was happy.

He makes his way to the gardens and finds your usual spot empty. Beel waits there for a long while, but only Belphie shows up.

Beel thinks that maybe in the past, you were waiting for him in the same spot too. The thought makes him feel a little less lonely.

-`♡´- Belphegor

Belphie misses you, of course, but he really finds this whole situation odd.

Time magic. Diavolo had said that other beings were capable of it, but Belphie had never heard of anyone, besides Barbatos, that had mastered it enough to send someone back that far. Belphie wasn't the most well-connected person, but he thinks he would've heard about them by now.

Satan thinks the same thing, and so the 'Anti-Lucifer League' is postponed, and in its place the 'MC's Detective Agency' forms. Beel sits in on most meetings, and the rest of the brothers join in occasionally.

But with so few leads there was only so much they could do. But still, Belphie is determined not to give up. If you were in his shoes, he knows you would do the same thing.

He would never admit it to anyone, but he wants to hear you say that you're proud of his work. To feel you pet his head and tell him he did good, to kiss him on the cheeks for working so hard.

...And, of course, making whoever did this pay for what they did would be good, too.

-`♡´- Diavolo

The last note you left him is still taped to his desk:

A chibi of you fist-pumping is drawn on the side of the yellow sticky. There's a big speech bubble that reads: "You can do it, Dia! Knock out that paperwork!" He can't help but smile every time he sees it.

It's silly, but when he looks down and reads those words of encouragement he feels your loss even more strongly. He's sure Solomon will be back with you soon, but as the weeks roll on, he starts getting impatient.

He sends all his best men to search for whoever did this to you. Without any solid leads, it was like chasing the wind, but it helped settle his mind, if only a little.

He supposes you did spoil him too much. He forgot what it was like to be so lonely when you were around. And unlike the brothers, he couldn't just curl up in your bed whenever he wanted to be reminded of you.

Would it be so improper to move you into the castle once you got back? At least here, he would know you were safe. Nothing like this would ever happen to you again on his watch.

-`♡´- Barbatos

Barbatos knows that all eyes are on him.

It isn't hard to figure out that the brothers are suspicious of him. Mammon's crows perch outside his bedroom, Satan takes extra trips to the library in the castle, Belphie "gets lost" wandering the halls after dinner... Even Lucifer asks him pointed questions about that night.

He understands that it comes with the territory of his powers, but when has he ever done anything to jeopardize the exchange program? If he wanted to send you away would he not have done it when you first arrived? Would he not have let you die at the hands of Belphegor?

The him of today would never think of such a thing. Barbatos cared too much about your safety to let you wander too far from his sights.

He knows it is an indulgence that only he is afforded, but he can't help but steal looks into your life back in time as you try to find your way back to them.

Perhaps the others would like to hear about how you are doing, but Barbatos thinks these things are best kept to himself. He was never a fan of sharing, anyways.

-`♡´- Simeon

Luke cries and cries and cries when Simeon tells him what happened to you. Simeon holds the boy in his arms tight, rocking him back and forth to soothe his troubled heart.

He had done this many nights in the past, and he's sure he'd do it for many nights in the future.

The last time it had happened it had been when Simeon had told Luke about losing his powers. You had been there, then, and had cried as soon as you saw tears well up in Luke's eyes. Luke was less sad and more angry at Simeon for not telling him sooner. He had held you both in his arms that night, and before long the three of you fell asleep together.

Simeon wishes you were here now to hold him. To tell him it was going to be alright. But he supposed if you were here the both of them wouldn't have anything to cry about.

Michael allows Luke to stay in Purgatory Hall for as long as it would take to get you back. Simeon is thankful for the company; with Raphael and Solomon gone, and the Hall silent, it was easy for Simeon to start blaming himself.

He hears Luke pray every night for your safety, and Simeon slips back into the habit as well.

-`♡´- Thirteen

Thirteen spends a lot more time in her cave when you're not around.

What's the point of going to R.A.D. if you weren't there? It's not like she cared much about anyone else that went there. And to hear the brothers cry about missing you... She couldn't take it.

She cared about you too, but you didn't see her moping around about it!

But even worse was the fact Solomon got to go back in time to save you. Just thinking about you spending all that alone time with that shitty Sorcerer makes her blood boil; he could live a thousand lifetimes and never once deserve you.

She goes and checks your candle every morning to see if the flame is going strong. Thirteen breathes easy when she sees the bright orange flame light up the darkness.

Reapers weren't supposed to interfere directly with mortal's lifespans, but she supposed it wouldn't hurt if she poured some of Solomon's melted wax onto your candle. It's not like he would need it anyways.

Besides, this was her making up for lost time. Every day you were away shouldn't count! You didn't choose to go back in time, after all!

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devildom-moss · 8 months

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PDA - kissing their cheeks (the dateables)

What happens when MC decides to kiss their cheek around others? It couldn't possibly go wrong, right?

(Diavolo x gn!MC) (Barbatos x gn!MC) (Simeon x gn!MC) (Solomon x gn!MC)

(Suggestive)

Word Count: +1,900

Diavolo

It’s hard to kiss Diavolo’s cheek in public – in part because Barbatos has warned you about inappropriate displays of affection with the prince (he’s right, but he might also be a bit jealous, too). However, a bit of affection in front of close friends isn’t too bad. It’s not like you can get Diavolo alone whenever you want. Certainly, Barbatos and Diavolo can excuse a bit of impropriety from time to time.

As often seemed to be the case, Diavolo was stuck in the student council room with a large stack of documents. Lucifer and Barbatos were hard at work by his side. Satan was typing up documents on his cat-deco covered computer. Mammon, Levi, and Belphegor were also tasked with simple clerical work – although only two of the three were currently of any use. Barbatos was permitting Belphegor to nap for another five minutes before a harsh awakening was due. All this to say that the council room was busy but relatively calm this afternoon. You had finished up your work – and just in time for your study session with Solomon, who had appeared in the doorframe. He waited patiently, a smug grin on his face, content to steal you away from the others for some one-on-one time, as you walked up to Diavolo with your stack of forms.

“I just finished up. The blue tabs indicate areas that require your signature.” You smiled at him, knowing that you had taken an extra minute or two to draw small hearts on each of those tabs. “That’s all of it, correct?”

“Yes, thank you, MC,” Diavolo spoke flatly and mindlessly set your stack of forms on the table without looking at you or his newly acquired work. He still had so much to do. You couldn’t help but feel sorry for him. Diavolo hated paperwork almost as much as pickles – okay so maybe it wasn’t quite as bad, but you could tell he was channeling extra effort to sit there and perform his duties.

“Alright, then I’m heading out to study with Solomon. But first,” you paused to walk around his desk. You wanted to give him some of your strength somehow. It wasn’t much, but you bent down and placed a firm kiss on his cheek, lingering just long enough for someone else in the room to irritably clear his throat. With your lips still close to him, you spoke quietly, “do your best, My Lord.”

There was an intentionally seductive tinge to the words “My Lord” that was not missed by anyone who heard it – least of all Diavolo. A subtle look of surprise stayed plastered on his face. He was so focused on his work; Diavolo hadn’t expected that. As you walked towards the door, Diavolo redirected his strength to keep himself still in his seat – anything to stop from chasing after you.

You disappeared down the hall with Solomon too quickly for Diavolo’s liking. A smile played on his lips, and he let out a chuckle that fell from him like a sigh. How bold of you. Diavolo could still feel the heat in his cheek – but now it had spread to both cheeks and up his ears.

“Back to work, please, My Lord,” Barbatos chided him.

Diavolo continued with his work. His smile was slow to leave his lips, and it was renewed when he noticed the blue tabs you left on the forms. You were full of surprises today, and once his work was complete, Diavolo was determined to reward such thoughtful surprises.

Barbatos

You didn’t intend to kiss him, but Barbatos was always so attentive when you had tea at the Demon Lord’s castle. An overwhelming urge to dote on him – even just a bit – came over you. When Barbatos leaned down with his face mere inches away to pour your tea, before you could think about it, your lips were pressed to his cheek. It was enough to stall the active conversation between Lucifer and Diavolo. Even Simeon and Solomon, who were passive participants, had turned to watch the spectacle.

That silence brought you back to your senses, and you quickly pulled back and apologized, realizing it was probably inappropriate.

Barbatos smiled at you sweetly. “Don’t fret over it. It was very sweet of you, and I’m grateful, but I am still on duty. You should restrain yourself. There are more opportune moments for you to get your lips all over me.”

“Barbatos?!” Diavolo’s eyes widened, bewildered.

“I jest, My Lord,” Barbatos chuckled. “However, MC, if you would like to properly make it up to me, could you assist me in finishing the preparation for dessert in the kitchen? An extra pair of hands might be useful.”

“Of course.” You shot out of your seat almost too eagerly.

“We’ll return shortly, My Lord.”

“Wonderful,” Diavolo smiled, “thank you, Barbatos.”

Lucifer noticed a small drop of tea on the saucer next to your cup. Barbatos was usually so careful. He rubbed his temples knowingly. “That was a horrible idea.”

“Nonsense, Lucifer. Barbatos wouldn’t do anything untoward with MC in the kitchen.”

“He said nothing about Barbatos doing anything with MC in the kitchen,” Simeon pointed out. “Perhaps you already had your own doubts.”

“Should we check on them?” Solomon wondered aloud.

“I don’t see a need for that,” Diavolo shook his head and tried to resume the previous conversation he was having. However, the seeds of doubt in his mind had sprouted into something more substantial when you and Barbatos returned fifteen minutes later with a trifle that could well have been prepared ahead of time. Your bottom lip appeared redder and slightly puffier than Diavolo had remembered.

You and Barbatos continued to steal glances at each other throughout the tea. It didn’t go unnoticed, but neither of you cared – not after the desperation Barbatos had to make the most of those fifteen minutes. Certainly, nothing mattered after Barbatos had pulled away from you, panting slightly, and whispered in your ear: Don’t leave with the others later. After I’m dismissed tonight, I’d like to continue this when I can thoroughly show you my appreciation for that adorable gesture earlier. Barbatos had returned said gesture by pressing his lips to your cheek before he slipped out of your embrace to pull the trifle from the fridge. Neither of you could stop thinking about it.

Simeon

Simeon had baked for you – well, actually, he had baked for everyone, but you were the one he was thinking about the entire time. As he passed out cupcakes, he saved you for last, figuring everyone would be preoccupied enough by their treats that he could avoid attention when he gave you the final cupcake. This one was just for you. Yours was the only one with a small chocolate heart on top.

Under the sweetness of Simeon’s smile, there was a hint of mischief. He always found tiny, secretive ways to take hold of your attention. However, you knew you should probably dispose of the evidence before anyone caught on. Mammon would lose his mind and Leviathan would assemble the PDA-police, and you didn’t even want to think about what anyone else would do. You plucked the heart from atop the frosting and popped it into your mouth (cutely, Simeon would insist).

“You have frosting on your finger,” Simeon pointed out with that same, slightly devious smile. Playfully, you smeared a bit of the frosting from your fingertip onto his cheek. The cool sensation of frosting and your soft touch made him giggle. “Very cute.”

Simeon moved to wipe it off, but you grabbed his hand gently to stop him. “Wait, allow me.”

You kissed his cheek, lapping at the frosting on his skin. Simeon could feel his face heat up. Usually, he tried not to cause a scene in front of the others – just to avoid the inevitable trouble. However, if you wanted to initiate it, he wasn’t going to stop you, even though this was more than just a peck on the cheek. You were practically licking him in front of the demons and Solomon in a classroom. The door wasn’t even shut. Simeon wouldn’t dare admit how much he was enjoying this – savoring it.

“Did you get it all?” he asked, feigning innocence that no one was convinced of. You gave him one more lingering kiss on his cheek.

It was as if everyone was waiting for the scene to finish before they could speak. Then, the protest raged.

“You sneaky bastard,” Mammon barked.

“Honestly, do either of you have any shame?” Lucifer rolled his eyes.

“MC, darling, I have frosting on my lips. Will you get it for me?” Asmo cooed.

“Don’t waste frosting, Asmo.” Beel narrowed his eyes. “But I bet frosting and MC’s lips would be a tasty combination.”

“Beelzebub, I caution you against attempting to taste MC.” Barbatos sighed.

“If anyone’s going to eat MC, it should be me, right?” Lucifer smirked at you.

“Like hell,” Satan growled.

“Yeah, you’re being as selfish and greedy as Mammon,” Belphegor added.

“Pardon me?”

You’d really done it now. Under the cover of chaos, Simeon pulled you out into the hallway so you could both escape. However, before you could start down the hall, Simeon pulled you close enough to whisper in your ear. “You know, I have leftover frosting in the freezer at home. Perhaps I could return the favor?”

Solomon

It had become a group effort to get on your nerves today, and Lucifer wasn’t actually helping by focusing his anger on Levi and Mammon. His yelling didn’t stop Satan and Asmo, who were still arguing. Diavolo served as their mediator. Meanwhile, Barbatos was practically forcing food down Beel’s throat while holding him down in an attempt to sate his ravenous hunger – all with a sleeping Belphegor tossed over his shoulder. You were about to command all the brothers to “stay” and deal with Lucifer getting caught in the crossfire later when Solomon showed up. The textbook he wanted to lend you was clutched firmly to his chest. When he finally took in his surroundings, he could tell you were about to snap.

“Hold this for a second please, MC.” Solomon handed you the book with a smile. Using magic, he silenced and immobilized all the troublemakers. He gave them a stern warning to “behave for the sake of poor, overwhelmed MC.”

That pulled the right strings, and he knew he was safe to release them from his spell. The room fell quiet for a second before shameful apologies began to be muttered from various offenders. Your shoulders finally relaxed, and you thanked your wonderful, helpful, gem of a teacher.

“If only there was a way you could reward me for helping,” Solomon hummed while deliberately tapping his cheek.

You rolled your eyes before leaning in to kiss his cheek. There were about half a dozen annoyed groans harmonizing with Mammon’s shrieking before you could pull away.

Even when you did, you didn’t get far before Solomon grabbed you, pulled you close, and kissed your lips. He was almost hungry about it, and you had to force yourself to be quiet. Solomon was less restrained. Under the jealousy, Asmo was proud of Solomon for those soft moans and putting on such a stunning show.

Once he had sufficiently made his statement, Solomon broke the kiss and just grinned at you. “No need to be so shy next time.”

It was as if he was oblivious to the daggers being stared into him. The aura in the room was so tense and violent – and all that negativity was directed at him. But he was not oblivious. He simply didn’t care. He had just kissed you in front of everyone, and there was nothing they could do about it. Solomon was too pleased.

(the side characters version) | (the demon brothers version)

A/N: there's a poll up for September's community-decided fic, so go ahead and vote while you can if you're so inclined. Also, if anyone remembers the last chat text I did, the answer was Asmo, Satan, and *insert entire page worth of ad content* Levi. (But I agree with those who hoped and wanted it to be Lucifer)

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he-calls-me-kitten · 6 months

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hiii, i'm not sure if you still take requests but if you aren't, feel free to ignore this😭😭

i'm a big fan of your writings!! i often reread your stories and never get bored of them. hope you're doing great!!

if it's not too much, is it alright if you write about pool sex with lucifer, satan, diavolo, barbatos, and solomon? gender-neutral mc!!<33 thank you :DD

no pressure though! take your time! and it's okay if you can't do it^^

Oh it's absolutely fine! My requests are always open, my answers are just painfully delayed, so apologies in advance :')

Also your idea is *chef's kiss*. Poolside sinning coming right up.

You don't know what started it really. All you remember was you sitting on the edge of the pool on a particularly warm night in Devildom, kicking your legs in the water while he was frolicking further away. Everyone else had left, just the two of you left. What were you waiting for?

Maybe he was aware of your unmoving gaze on him. Or maybe he was staring at you for longer. Wet skin glistening in the moonlight really was a sight to behold. He could barely resist the temptation, who were you to turn down his generous offer?

"You're determined to hold your pride and sit there?" Lucifer said, swimming up to you. You nodded and caressed the water lightly with your fingers. He watched your fingers.

"It's comfy enough from here." You said, lightly splashing his face. "You go ahead and finish your swim."

"Well you've made that rather difficult with your eyes trained on me like a hawk." He smirked. You looked away, suddenly concious of your actions. "Sorry...I didn't mean to-"

"Don't look away now." He didn't even have to touch you. You felt compelled to look at him again, as if he was holding your chin and turning you towards him.

"Let me look at you instead." He swam towards the edge next to you. "And you frolick in the water with me this time." And then you were pulled in. His hands on your bare back and on your thighs keeping them wrapped around his hips.

"You seem... excited." You smirk, palming his crotch through his pants. "Is the water cold or is this my fault?" Lucifer gripped your hips harder and started pulling away your shorts as he whispered into your ear. "Take a guess."

"See it's not as bad as you thought right, Satan?" You chuckled as he dipped into the water and came back out like a beautiful merman out of the ocean. Atleast he was finally having fun.

"It's definitely better without my brothers." He sighed as he let himself float towards you, lying on his back in the water. When he was within arms length, you played with his wet hair, trying to clear the strands from his forehead.

His cheeks flushed slightly. Your sudden touches always had that effect on him. He closed his eyes, trying to stay still for you. But the water kept drifting him away.

You laughed. "Here. Let me help you float in place." You let him sit up a bit, and placing his head on your thigh and putting a leg over his shoulder. It kept him from floating away but it didn't help his situation down under.

Almost involuntary he pressed his lips to your thighs. "That tickles!" You tried to move away but he gripped your thigh and locked it in place. His eyes darkened. You already knew what that means as he sunk his teeth into your sensitive flesh.

"Trust me, you're going to love this." Solomon reassured you reaching out for your hand. The water looked inviting and so did the person inviting you in. You take a deep breath and let him pull you under.

He laughed as you stared at with wide eyes, irridescent bubbles appearing and bursting around his face. The most gorgeous sight you've ever seen. "It's okay, you can breathe in here."

"Is this how the merfolk feel all the time??" You swam in circles around him, excited by how light your body felt and how the water smelled like orchids. "You're right, this really is fun!"

"And now we dance." Solomon breathed in your scent as your face floated inches away from his, his arms holding you tight against his body. You danced until his hand started to wander, squeezing you in places he shouldn't be - too many times to be accidental. Not that you minded.

"Solomon...have you ever kissed underwater?" You ran a finger across his lips and ghosted your mouth over his. His eyes widened, and something grew against your abdomen. For all the teasing he did, he was surprisingly so easy to fluster. But he would have his revenge soon as you begged him to let you breath between kisses.

"This is so refreshing!" Diavolo shook water out of hair, splashing droplets all over you. You chuckled and covered your face. He vaguely reminded you of Cerebus right after a bath. "You simply must come join me, MC!"

"But I'm already having so much fun just watching you." You smiled at him and cupped his face. The light from the pool ripples danced on your body, water drops glistening on your chest. Once he saw it, he couldn't look away.

He climbed out of the water briefly, towering over you. "Please, I insist." Water dripped from wet locks onto your glistening skin, his eyes followed each drop so carefully.

You smiled mischievously and brushed your knee subtly against the growing bulge in swim shorts and opened up your arms. "Alright then. Take me."

He hoisted you with ease and submerged into the water, eager and excited. He pressed his lips against your neck and licked your skin as you threw your head back in surrender. "We should do this more often." He said quietly as you felt him rip your shorts away.

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obm-avenquire · 1 year

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Obey Me! Seven Minutes In Heaven Hell

[I’m honouring my rotten god awful roots from hell. Put up with it. I hope this gives someone whiplash. I am writing this both as a joke and with complete sincerity and i wont be explaining myself if you get it you get it if you dont then i hope youll find it entertaining anyway. I used my own deviantart for 2012 for reference for this]

✧─── ･｡ﾟ★: *.✦ .* :★. ───✧

Another day, another party in the Devildom.

You have no idea how any of them have energy for all this - it feels like every week someone will pull some cause for celebration out of thin air and suddenly they’ve hired a catering company and a truckload of helium balloons. Of course, Diavolo - fuelled by his unending fear of missing out and need for enrichment - enables it every time, doing everything he can to get himself and everyone else you know invited. Which is…fine, you like seeing them all. In moderation. At none noisy crowded events. Ah, well. Such is the burden of a dating sim protagonist. Slumber parties at the castle are a little less high maintenance at least.

You’re pulled from your thoughts when Asmodeus calls your name, waving you over with Demonus-flushed cheeks before dragging you away from the balcony and back into the big guest room-turned-common-room-sleeping-area. You definitely think there’s a better way to phrase that, but you barely have time to think when Asmo is pushing you to sit down in the collective circle (his strength always surprises you, and he’s maybe just a little too tipsy to regulate it properly), pressing a kiss on your cheeks before running off to herd together the rest of the group.

You look around the circle, giving Satan an affirming but vague nod that he returns with an equally innocuous smile, which you accept as you always do and go back to your usual little headcount. Belphegor was dozing on the sofa, threatening to sprawl over Satan (who was ‘gently’ repositioning him whenever necessary), Mephistopholes (who had invited himself) was preaching his very special gospel to Beelzebub at the snack table while Asmodeus did whatever he could to wrangle the younger away because his plate was basically just a tower of snacks at this point and he could always get more later so if he would just pleeeeaaaaasssee-

You stop paying attention, instead giving Simeon and Raphael a little wave as they walk in.

“Welcome back,” You shuffle over slightly to make space for the two of them, Simeon sitting down next to you as Raphael decides to stand rigidly slightly off to the side just a little behind the sofa, and just…stay there. Well, whatever makes him comfortable, you guess. “Did Luke arrive safe?”

“He did, thankfully,” Simeon smiles, tucking his phone into the pockets of his trousers, “I can’t believe Serun broke all their bones and had to be hospitalised again. I feel awful not being able to visit, but, well…” He sighs, shrugging, “He wanted to go himself, and insisted he could manage, so…You know how he i-”

“What? I only came because I was promised melon cake!” You’re not sure where Thirteen popped up from, but she’s already on the armchair in the corner, kicking her legs over the armrests as she rolls her eyes. “What a waste of time.”

“Oh! Well, he still finished that, actually, so-” There’s a distinctive arcane shink sound that cuts Simeon off mid sentence. “Now, Raphael, put the spear away, you can’t do that here-” Ever the stickler for manners, it seems. Oh well. Not your problem.

“Hey, so I’ve been meaning to ask.” Thirteen raises her eyebrows at your voice, pupils knife-like and theatrically bitchy in the dim candlelight. “Why are you covered in soot.”

“Well,” She scoffs, clicking her tongue, “Since someone-” She glares at Solomon from across the room, who smiles very nicely and innocently through his conversation with Barbatos- “Decided to ‘dismantle’-” She does incredibly heavy and repeated air quotes with her fingers, “My special little bomb boy it exploded all wrong!”

“I understand completely. I’m sorry someone would ever do something so awful to you, you don’t deserve that even slightly.” She snorts, balling up the tissue she was using to wipe the ashes off her forearm and throws it at your head. It disintegrates in midair before so much as making contact, and you squint over in the sorcerer's direction. He’s not even looking your way, and Barbatos whispers something you can’t make out to him as Thirteen groans and throws up her hands in frustration, sliding into what must be an incredibly uncomfortable position. It doesn’t seem to bother her, though, and she picks at her nails grumpily. Oh well!

“-Stop complainin’ already, would it really kill ya to join in?” Mammon is doing everything in his power to pull Levi through the door by the collar of his coat, but the younger seems to be trying to retract his own head into his shirt like a turtle to try and get out of it.

“You’re killing me you’re the worst and I hate youandIhopeeverythingbadeverhappenstoyoua-”

“Yeah yeah whatever. Shut up and sit.” Mammon slings his arm over Levi’s shoulder, dragging him down into the circle just as Lucifer and Diavolo finally come back from whatever it was they were getting done.

“Lucifer, don’t make that face!” Diavolo nudges his bestest of friends, who looks particularly miserable, even as Barbartos silently refills his glass before they all, too, sit to join, the prince and his right hand man on the final empty sofa, the butler instead choosing to kneel neatly a little off to the side from Mammon and Levi. Satan adeptly shoves Belphegor upwards at just the right timing for Beelzebub to sit down (his twin slumps right back into his shoulder). Mephistopholes complains that there isn’t a proper place to sit til Mammon trips him and he ungracefully tries to pass it off as deciding to sit on the floor as Thirteen barks a sharp laugh at him.

A pleasant hum of conversation settles through the room, Asmodeus stumbling into hugging Solomon, whispering something between the invocation trio that you can’t quite make out before spinning around and clapping his hands together (cutely. It’s important to emphasise that he did this so so cutely) to get everyone’s attention.

“E---veryone!!!” He waits a few seconds for silence, shooting a glare at whoever dares to continue in the wake of this very very important announcement. “It’s time for a very special game! Have we all heard of 7 minutes in heaven?” He bounces on the tips of his feet in excitement despite the lukewarm reception. “Okay well that’s a mostly no then I guess- Honestly! I know it’s a human world thing, but really?” He pouts, and you note that Diavolo’s visible excitement has increased exponentially already.

“Allow me to explain,” Solomon cuts in, confirming your suspicion that he’d been somehow roped into this. “Two or more participants are selected - in our case by drawing lots - to go into a closet or equivalent and do whatever they like for 7 minutes.” Everyone seems a lot more attentive, suddenly. “Ah, of course, we’ll be taking magic precautions to make sure that there’s no cheating, and certainly no one breaking into the closet before time is up,” He grins, clearly enjoying this already.

“The heck.” Mammon grumbles, oddly fidgety all of a sudden, “There ain’t even a closet in here,” Leviathan nods aggressively. He’s sweating.

“Hm? Oh! That won’t be a problem, haha! Barbatos was kind enough to offer to help out with that,” The aforementioned butler steps aside to reveal a simple wooden door on the wall that decidedly hadn’t been there earlier. “We even made sure it was sound-proofed! You know, just in case.”

“What a curious game! Shall we start right away?” Diavolo beams, inadvertently cutting off Mephistopholes, who’d just opened his mouth to no doubt complain that this sort of juvenile and inappropriate game had no place at a gathering with the Devildom’s one and only prince.

“Yes!! Everyone write your name on a piece of paper, okay?” Asmo begins handing out paper and pens to everyone, shushing any complaining he meets. “You don’t have to play! It just means you’re boring and no fun and that you’ll never get a chance like this again.”

Better write your name, then. You’d hate to miss out.

You watch as Barbatos collects everyone’s paper slips, dropping them into a glass bowl and shaking periodically to shuffle them well. You immediately lose track of yours, so you figure that it’s worked. After what feels like a slightly inordinate amount of time, everyone seems to have put their name in the bowl - sure, some were more…begrudging or in need of convincing than others, but that’s normal! Anyways-

“Oooo I’ve been waiting for this all evening!” Asmodeus grabs the bowl, tap-tap-tapping along the rim for effect, perfectly manicured nails making a pleasant ASMR-esque tink noise. “Right, first u-”

“Uhm, how do- how do we know you’re, uh, not rigging this?” Asmo whips his head around to stare open-mouthed at Levi.

“Excuse me? I would never-”

“Mm, there’s no guarantee though, is there?” Asmodeus pouts at Satan, grumbling something about being personally offended and making sure to snitch next time Satan asks him for a favour.

“Fine! Since I’m so untrustworthy and awful-” The smile is switched back on as he saunters over to you, swishing the bowl around carefully before holding it out to you. “Why don’t you pick? No one will complain then, right?”

The silence in the room means yes, presumably.

“Go on hun! Don’t be nervous-” He winks, and your mouth quirks into a smile to humour him, carefully reaching into the bowl for two slips of paper, pulling them out and carefully unfolding them to reveal-

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[As is tradition, I'll be uploading the individual 'endings' as I write them :) I'll be putting a poll up on my account for who to write first (within reason, I don't think tumblr will let me put up enough options to cover everyone) so feel free to suggest people in the replies/tags too!! there will be no luke option becuz i dont know how to put hardware destroying malware in clickable links yet sory :( feel free to simulate the experience urself tho!!]

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sister-lucifer · 1 year

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Hello all well? I just read the new version of the fic "I can ride you until I feel better" from the sub version of the Obey Me boys, so I wanted to ask if you could write a version with the datables characters..

“Can I Ride You Until I Feel Better?” (part 3)

Read PART ONE and PART TWO

Diavolo, Barbatos*, Simeon, Solomon x Male Reader (separately)

Genre: NSFW

Content/Warnings: Dom/Top reader, mentions of riding, slightly OOC Simeon ig? depends on how you perceive him

Not fully proof read, let me know if you see any errors!

Like my writing? I take requests! NSFW or SFW for any fandoms in my bio!

Also, please reblog! it’s free, takes two seconds, and really helps me out

Feed back is encouraged and appreciated:)

*Barbatos uses they/he pronouns

Diavolo

Diavolo’s day had consisted of nothing but work, work and more work

He was frustrated, tired, and his brain was fried from staring down at his papers from so long

He dropped down onto the couch next to you, resting his chin in his hands and letting out a long groan

“What’s up, Dia?” You asked, brushing away some stray hairs from his forehead

“I don’t think i’ve had a day that draining in a thousand years…”

“Oh, honey, c’mere…”

Diavolo laid down with his head in your lap, allowing you to stroke his head

He stripped off his jacket as well, discarding it on the door thoughtlessly

“Oh, my love,” Dia sighed, “I need a pick me up…”

“Anything in mind?” You asked. It was quite obvious that he was already thinking of something

Diavolo turned over to look up at you, somehow keeping a completely straight face as he asked:

“Can I ride you until I feel better?”

You were a bit taken aback, but Dia’s calm demeanor didn’t falter

He was serious, but not trying to be pushy

Of course you had to agree, and a grin quickly formed on his face

“Thank you, darling. Now sit back and sit still, I think we’re gonna be here a while…”

Barbatos

They may live to serve, but even Barbatos gets worn out from time to time

He may have more patience than most, but it’s still finite

They finally got a moment to themself at the end of a long day, and were happy to see you laying in their bed waiting for them

“Oh, hello, love.” He greeted you. It was short but sweet, although you could still see the tiredness in his eyes

“Hello, Barbs. You seem worn out. Wanna come lay down?”

“Yes, actually. That would be nice. I’m not sure why, but today was particularly trying.”

“I get it. Don’t worry, I’ll stay with you.”

Soon they had snuggles into bed next to, holding you to their chest and resting his chin on your head

You could feel the rise and fall of his chest begin to slow as he relaxed, but there was still an odd restless air about them

“You alright, Barbatos?”

“Yes, I think so…just, uh, not quite out of ‘work mode’ I suppose…”

“Well hey, you’re always doing things for other people. Why don’t you let me do something for you instead?”

Barbatos paused, looking down at you with an intrigued expression

“Really?”

“Yep. Anything you want Barbs, I’ll do it.”

“Anything…?”

You nodded in reply

Barbatos’ now borderline stoic face gave little to no insight on what they were thinking

But when they did finally speak, it wasn’t anything you were expecting

“If you really mean that, then…I think there is something I’d like.”

Suddenly he was above you, your back now flat on the mattress as you gazed up at him

“Would you be so kind as to let me—excuse my language—ride you until I feel better?”

Even in moments like these they were still insistent on being proper

It was endearing

And of course you just had to say yes

“I appreciate it, my dear. I’ll make sure you enjoy it as much as I do.”

Simeon

Ooooh booooy

Y’know how the other characters said you never wanna see Simeon angry?

You don’t

And he was pissed

Maybe he woke up on the wrong side of the bed this morning, or maybe it was some other mundane thing he couldn’t put his finger on

But something had made today extra difficult

All he wanted was to go home and get away from everybody but you

And even though that time eventually came, it felt like it had been an eternity since this morning

He didn’t even greet Lucifer when he passed

He just wanted to get to you

And when he did you were in for a wild ride (pun intended)

He knew that an angel shouldn’t be thinking or desiring such things, but in his fiery state it seemed like the only thing that could help

And it was rather easy to push the guilty thoughts away once he had his sights on you

He was on you the second he was in the door climbing into your lap without so much as a word

By the time you had said “hello” he was already fumbling with your pants

“W-Woah, Simeon—! Slow down, w-what are you—“

“Just let me have this human. I need you ride you until I feel better.”

You could practically feel the frustration radiating off of him, so you simply sat back and let him have his way.

“Let me make one thing clear to you: I don’t want a word about this in the morning, do you understand? Good. Now behave.”

Solomon

Solomon was generally cheery, but today was just not his day

He was struggling with his spells and couldn’t seem to get anything quite right

Each little mistake piled up into a mountain of frustration

Until eventually he simply couldn’t take it anymore

He somehow managed to make it to the end of the day, but was only hanging on by a thread

He was so very happy to see you in his room, sitting in his bed and waiting for him

“Oh, my love, I’m so happy to see you. You’re exactly what I need after such a terrible day.”

“Aw, well I’m glad I could help. Want to come lay down?”

“Mm…not exactly.”

You quirked a brow in confusion, watching as he sat down on the bed next to you

“I’ve had a terrible frustrating time today, and I need something to…blow off steam with.”

He pulled the covers off and straddled your waist, putting his hands on your chest and pushing you down onto your back

“I think I’d like to ride to until I feel better. Is that alright?”

You nodded wordlessly, watching as he stripped off his uniform jacket and then shirt

“Good. You’re always willing to help me out, aren’t you?”

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obbystars · 1 year

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what I think the brothers would get if they went to a Dunkin Donuts (from a person who works at a Dunkin) + some other shenanigans if you worked there

Lucifer just gets a singular black coffee. Sometimes with an espresso shot if he really needs it.

Mammon strikes me as the type to get something fancy, like one of the signature lattes. Maybe a macchiato or a cappuccino.

Leviathan just gets one of the sodas we have available like pepsi, coke, or sprite.

Satan feels like he’d get a coffee with a side of milk (for the cats). The coffee is usually either black or with a splash of milk.

Asmodeus gets a Dunkin refresher and a donut with sprinkles. Majority of the time, it’s strawberry. If he’s not feeling the refresher, then hibiscus tea.

Beelzebub buys the entire menu (if he could). He’d definitely buy a few (all) of the sandwiches.

Belphegor usually goes with Beelzebub and just heads to the nearest open table to nap on. He almost never really orders as he just has whatever Beel gets him, but when he does, it’s a hot chocolate, apple juice, or orange juice.

and now for the shenanigans

Asmo comes by to visit the most. He gives a hello kiss and a goodbye kiss every time, and he will not leave until he gives a goodbye kiss.

“Sir, we’re closing in a few minutes, we need you to leave.”

“I want my goodbye kiss from them first >:(”

Asmo also sometimes tries to invite the others. Usually this is the only time where Lucifer will actually come by to order something.

Even if Lucifer did come by without Asmo’s invitation, it’s usually to just check on you, buy his coffee, and go back to work. my lucifer simp side of me says he gives you a quick kiss on the cheek before he leaves, but that’s just me craving for the man

Mammon purposely takes long on ordering because he enjoys the fact your attention is on him. Of course, this causes the other customers in line to get annoyed. He’ll only cave when you tell him that he needs to order so you can get the other orders in.

“Can you believe them? They need to learn how to be patient.”

“To be fair, we’ve been here for a good few minutes… And I do kinda need you to order.”

“Alright, fine.”

Levi and Satan usually swing by when you’re just about to go on break. It’s like they know. Satan brings a spare book for you to read while Levi seems to have gotten a cafe simulator game and he wants to know if what happens in the game is similar to what you do.

Belphie definitely got a few complaints from other customers about the fact he just went to a table and napped. Beel would eventually have to defend him and say he’s with him. Sometimes the two end up staying until closing time. One of your coworkers likely asked Beel if Belphie was okay as he was probably asleep the entire time.

On the rare occasion that all of them do stop by because they all agreed they should, Lucifer would have to handle the big order and pay for it.

He’d eventually tell the others to go find a table for them to sit at if they all start talking over each other as they give you their order.

Before Mammon goes, he would ask if you’ll be on break soon so that you may sit with them. (then get ushered away by Lucifer)

The moment goes on Asmo’s Devilgram. He’s likely take a whole bunch of pictures, like his order, the receipt, the table with everyone’s orders, and a selfie. A bunch of selfies.

One of your coworkers most definitely asked if one of the brothers was your boyfriend. Your answer is up to you :3c

BONUS!

Diavolo found out about the brothers going to visit you at your job and gets curious, so one day, you see Diavolo, Barbatos, and Lucifer (Dia begged for him to show him) walk through the door. He’s so excited and curious that he has no idea what he wants to get, but eventually settles with a muffin and the new Turtle signature latte specifically because of the fact it’s called “Turtle.”

Diavolo also makes Lucifer buy more than just his black coffee. By more, he just makes him buy the same muffin he got.

“That’s all you’re getting?!”

“This is what I always get when I come here.”

“Nonono, MC, get him the same muffin I’m getting.”

Barbatos is also getting a muffin.

Diavolo also pays.

#obey me #obey me nightbringer #obey me one master to rule them all #obey me shall we date #obey me beelzebub #obey me mammon #obey me diavolo #obey me asmodeus #obey me lucifer #obey me belphegor #obey me leviathan #obey me satan #obey me mc #obey me x mc #obey me x reader #obey me headcanons

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a-local-idiots-shitpost · 8 months

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Mc spends time with the Dateables

Diavolo:

he was allowed to keep you for the weekend, he would have liked to keep you forever but it´s a start

and it was a pretty nice experience to have another person besides Barbatos in the castle and the Little D´s of course

Little D. Nr2 was especially happy to see you, he even insisted to stay with you the entire time! honestly it was pretty cute to witness…

until Little D. Nr2 went to far and refused to let you go

then it went from being cute to if it doesn´t unhand you at once there will be one less Little D. in the Castle

but now he can spend the entire time cuddling with you… even if you are a bit upset about him scaring away all of the Little D´s

Barbatos:

you asked him or rather bothered him until he allowed you to help him out with his chores and to his surprise you did relatively well

at least he wasn´t forced to kick you out of the castle for messing everything up and yes he would have actually kicked you out guess you got lucky that it didn´t happen

for doing a good job your allowed to stay for the rest of the day, also he might have seen a Rat two days ago and needs someone to help him get it out of the Castle grounds

but if you do a good job he will do whatever you want for an entire day

a very fair price in exchange for some peace of mind in his opinion

Solomon:

he was really happy when you told him you wanted to spend the day with him

the only problem was he has to start a dangerous and deadly journey to gather some potion ingredients but your free to join

if not you can always come back tomorrow and he will even cook for you :)

he´s surprised you would agree to go with him but it might be fun with a second person and if he get´s stuck somewhere he has someone who might help him

but he did find some cool things while falling down holes and landing in a never ending cave complex

maybe he can even find a new one with you, that could be a fun thing to do together

but you should pack enough things for a week because it´s really easy to get lost even with Magic

Simeon:

he invited you over to Purgatory Hall to play some games with him and Luke

and now he regrets it because he and Luke were doing a rather difficult puzzle and now your sitting in the corner and pouting because you can´t even find one matching puzzle piece

Simeon decided it might be smarter to just do something else and he decided that you can help Luke making some new sweets

Luke does need some help with understanding some of the Devildom ingredients and you seem to know how to handle them rather well

and it will stop you from trying to wander around Purgatory Hall

he has no idea how you do it but you always end up scaring the other students

#obey me #obey me shall we date #obey me imagines #obey me headcanons #obey me diavolo #obey me barbatos #obey me simeon #obey me solomon

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obeyme-lost-thought · 11 months

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Angst: MC come back

Most of people show an aspect of MC that is different towards the brothers after coming back.... I show an MC that is broken and ask Lucifer for help. Sort of a general spoiler of Nightbringer

A little of Mc×Lucifer

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It passed some days form when MC returned to the present. All the while they never managed to utter a word. That's why Lucifer decided to get to the bottom of MC's feelings.

As he slowly enters the room, he finds the little human looking up at the tree that stands in the center of the room. They have a lost gaze, accentuated by dark circles under their eyes.

Lucifer: "MC, how are you? It's been more than 3 days since you locked yourself in this room. You need to have a full meal."

...

No respons

Lucifer: "Please talk to me. Tell me what's on your mind."

...

Mc: "I... am tired. When will all this end? When will I be able to stop worrying if this is really my room? What will I find if I go out?"

"I fought so hard to help you sort out your family dynamics. Now that I had done it, I thought we could enjoy this peace. Yet I found myself in the past."

"You were cold again towards me; Mammon didn't involve me in his plans; Levi was shy and avoided me; Satan... how could I deal with him?; Asmo could not look at himself in the mirror; Beel didn't know how to deal with this constant feeling of hunger, and Belphie still hated humans"

"It was you, but you weren't my family! Maybe it's just me, but I can't help but consider you my family. I just want to be with you, no worries or problems."

"You know how hard it was to wake up every day and keep from hugging you? I missed the good mornings and goodnights given on our chat. In the afternoon I didn't know what to do, having no homework to do. I'm serious Lucifer, I missed homework!. I also missed gaming nights with Levi or piano sessions with you. I missed the loud silence of the livingroom while watching DDD by the fireplace. I missed the impromptu dinners because others always showed up and we never had enough to eat"

"The others… You know how hard it was having to remember to be more formal with Diavolo? He also said for a long time that he had to send me back to the human realm. What was I supposed to do centuries or millennia in the past ?! Luckily Barbatos was inclined to let me stay. Besides, he couldn't stand Solomon. What the heck had he been up to at the time. But in the end I missed the afternoons spent at the castle talking of this and that over a cup of tea"

"Not even with Simeon and Luke was the same. I didn't help Luke in the kitchen and Simeno didn't ask me for advice on how to use the DDD. Only Salomon was a fixed point in all that chaos, but it wasn't like here in the present."

"I'm tired Lucifer. I was tired of fighting, I just wanted to come home here with you. And I'm worn out even now by this perpetual fear that it's not finished. That if I leave here I will be your "DevilSitter" and not just MC"

"Please.. Tell me it's all over. Tell me I can rest. Tell me that you are my family and that you love me"

As the human began to cry aloud, the Avatar of Pride could do nothing but embrace them. His mighty wings came out to wrap around their fragile bodies as much as possible.

Lucifer: "It is all right. You're at home Mc."

"If you go out you will find Mammon who is looking at the DDD sitting on the floor in front of your door; Leviathan in his room refusing to leave until you do too and checking your team games online to see if you are logged in; Satan is sitting on the couch in the living room near your favorite seat; Asmo is preparing a skin treatment for when you get out of here; Beel tries not to eat all the meals he has made for you these days; Belphie is sleeping next to Mammon on the floor, waiting for you. "

"Even Lord Diavolk comes constantly to find out how you are. If he can't come, call and send Barbatos. Then this one is working day and night to find out who did this to you. Luke cries every day in front of your door begging you to come out. Have you ever heard him? Simeon should console him, except that he stands at the door of the corridor praying that Luke's requests are heard. Solomon he said at the beginning that we had to give you time to get used to it, but now he too is starting to worry.

"And I'm here for you MC. I'm here for whatever you need. You're done dealing with us, now it's our turn. You just have to go out and get pampered."

"You are home MC, with your family"

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Little but sad. Lucifer big brother/mom

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anthracite-writes · 9 months

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Obey Me! Dating Headcanons (SFW)

ft. Datable sides (excluding Luke) - SEPRATE

NOTE: These are just my personal headcanons for the side datables I’ve had for the 3 years I’ve been playing this game and what I think I think would fit them, if some of the headcanons are may be very OOC - apologies in advance.

𝙎𝙐𝙈𝙈𝘼𝙍𝙔 !!: What it’s like dating the side datables + love languages NOT PROOF READ - APOLOGIES IF THERE’S TYPOS OR SPELLING ERRORS!!!

𝓓𝓲𝓪𝓿𝓸𝓵𝓸

Love Language? Quality Time and Physical Touch [and maybe Gift giving.]

Tries to spend time with you despite his extremely busy schedule - even if it means just a small greeting when he sees you walking in the halls of RAD or in the streets of the Devildom.

Small interactions as basic as glimpses when you two pass each other or a wave mean so much to him.

Tries his best to keep you out of the public eye, he's a noble figure in the Devildom being the future king and all - Diavolo doesn't want you getting caught up in gossip or any danger

I would feel like he would sneak out of his castle when he fully knows he has a mountain of paperwork waiting in his study office or even royal duties to attend to.

The scolding from Barbatos is all worth if it was to spend just a couple minutes with you

But... not after a bit of running away and avoiding Barbatos, this is where the Physical touch comes on.

He loves the thrill of a good chase, especially with you.

Once Barbatos spots the two of you, Dia would grab your hand and start running no matter where you are.

It can be in the middle of town, the grounds of RAD, or the halls of the House of Lamentation - he's running with your hand in his, laughing and smiling from the adrenaline.

Hiding with you against walls or in cramp spaces - having you pressed against his body and holding you close to him as he peered around corners or trying to stay hidden from Barbatos.

Oh no, Barbatos caught you and now is dragging Dia back to the castle to do the mountain of paper work and/or his royal duties.

As he's getting dragged away he's looking over his shoulder at you as he smiles and waves.

Hell, man has a small smile on his face as he hangs his head down while Barbatos has him kneeling as he got scolded, just happy to have your touch and memories of being together even if it's such a short amount of time.

When he does get time off and free time in his extremely busy schedule - that's when he pull out the little notebook he keeps of date ideas he wants to do with you.

The dates go one of two ways; over the top or simple.

Over the top dates? Oh he buys out whole fancy restaurants, guards around you two 24/7 [at a distance], carnival dates, reserves stores out for just you two to go shopping and he will pay for everything [even if you try to convince him not to], takes you to exclusive venues in the Devildom for all your favourite things and interests.

Simple dates? Picnics, Tea in the castle's garden, long walks around the castle grounds.

You want to go even simpler? okay. He loves it when you're just around him. Stay with him during those late nights in his study office when he's working away, just your company is enough for him to be at ease and maybe he'll let you sit on his lap as he works.

When he can make time with you he'll text you, video calling you at night when he's working or when he's about to go to bed so you two can talk about whatever till one of you fall asleep on the call.

If you fall asleep on the call, Dia would say on the call, admiring you peacefulness when you sleep, wishing you were there beside him in his bed.

Calls you 'sweetheart' or 'my crowned one' or 'little royal'

Fav. places to kiss? Top of your head and hands

𝓑𝓪𝓻𝓫𝓪𝓽𝓸𝓼

Love Language? Quality time and Acts of Service to the MOON

Mans so busy being Diavolo’s butler so spending time with you is an absolute delight for him.

If he sees you at the corner of his eye when he's by Diavolo's side [like he always is], Barbs would look over at you longingly.

If you meet his gaze, trust me - he would give you a soft smile and a settle ways, his cheeks turning red.

When he has a light work day, he'll most likely invite you to the castle to spend time with him while he works, often apologizing that he doesn't spend enough time with you.

If you offer to help him with any of his duties, he will turn you down time after time

But with enough pressure, Barbatos will allow it just let him do the heavy lifting.

Scratch that, he WILL do like 99.9% of the job while he lets you like... hold a feather duster or sort out the mail.

Once done all his tasks for the day, he'll prepare you snacks and something to drink for all you hard work.

Would use this down time he has to catch up with you over snacks and drinks in the Demon Lord's Garden.

When he get a day off, oh he dedicates his day off all to you.

He'll go one walks with you as the two of chat.

Dates consist of going to tea shops, bakeries, picnics - or just anything you want to do for the day, he'll happily follow you around.

just being around you and seeing you happy makes his day better.

If you're busy on his rare days off, he'll help you.

No, nor only help - He'll do whatever you had to do that day.

Happily will prepare snacks for you - even if it's just tea or something to drink.

He's used to serving Diavolo, so let him spoil you with his services - He'll be your bulter boyfriend.

Keeps his hands off you unless you ask him [ex. hugs, holding hands, cuddles, etc.]

As much as you insist that he can do things on his own accord with you, he still wishes for you to either request for it before he does anything

Loves having sleeping video calls with you when he couldn't spend a second with you.

Listens to you as you talk about your day till you fall asleep on camera.

constantly thinking about using his control over time to spend more time with you, maybe even freezing time to spend time with you. [but it might fuck up the timeline and he's not risking that]

may have rewind time one or many times during conversations with you because he messed up something.

calls you either by your name or some variation of your name, not very big on cutsy pet names.

Fav places to kiss? Hands, cheeks and lips.

𝓢𝓲𝓶𝓮𝓸𝓷

Love Language? Words of Affirmation and Physical Touch.

man is literally a writer, he has a way with words - source? Trust me, bro

Though, his attempts of flirting can come off a bit awkward at times but it’s cute so let’s forgive him.

Definitely morning texts telling you to live this day to the fullest, you can do anything if you put your mind to it, reminds you to hydrated and eat - list goes on, and it’s a very long list of things he wants to tell you first thing in the morning.

When you see him, he's already greeting you - telling you he was just thinking about you and asking you how you've been

Def. makes the first moves for physical affection [ie. hugs, kisses, hand-holding]

Happily accepts hugs from you and other forms of physical affection

Often lets you hang out when he's writing to keep him company.

During his writing breaks or he hit a wall with his storyline - he'll come over to you and lay his head down on your shoulder or lap, letting you play with his hair and hand or caress his face while he steps back from his writing

Will let you read the transcripts of his newest book and give a reader's point-of-view, wanting you to be honest with him with your criticisms.

Love it when you come over to him when he's working away one his novels and you just wrap your arms around his neck from behind and rest your head on his shoulders. He will MELT right in to your embrace as he answers any questions you have for him [book related or not]

Let's you get the first read of the published copy of his most recent novel

Tries to keep you out of media's eyes due to his popularity of his writing in all three realms.

Is extremely honest about how he's feeling, he would never want to his anything from you - especially regarding his emotions.

That being said - when he's jealous, he'll tell you.

Lays there late at night in his bed just thinking about you for sure.

Writes short stories or poetry when he misses or thinks about you and shares his works with you.

Goes straight to you if he runs into any tech problems with his D.D.D., tablets, laptop, list goes on

You don't even have to know anything about tech - most likely he's forgotten how to boot up his laptop of he deleted an app on his D.D.D.

Calls you 'my dove', 'little angel', or 'my muse'.

Fav. places to kiss? Forehead, eyelids, lips, and nose. [get it? they're all ANGEL kisses-]

𝓢𝓸𝓵𝓸𝓶𝓸𝓷

Love Language? Quality time for sure. [mans hella lonely tbh, being alive for over 200 years or so.]

I feel like he's fairly old-fashioned with his loving - by that I mean he just wants to be around you every second of the day, enjoying the small moments in life with you and only you.

Wants to be the only one to hold your gaze.

Hates it when you're not around, he feels lost or like he's missing a part of you.

He understands you're your own person and you have your own things to do - he doesn't want you to think you need to be bound to him nor does he want you to think he's bound to you.

Easily forgets important dates such as your relationship anniversaries or birthday.

but he does set reminders on his calendar to remind himself about said dates.

Occasionally gets jealous when you spend time with other people such as the brothers but would never make it known.

Def. a lot of human world dates - it's the only place where he can truly be alone with you.

Dates are fairly normal when you two are in public in the human world.

But in private and away from human eyes - it's enchanting... no literally. Takes you on a beautiful picnic he set up with floating lights held by magic and food he bought [thank god for that]

Loves making magical items for you which often has some kind of use to contact him when you two are apart.

Loves it when you take an interest in his Sorcerer side.

Often showing you enchantments, spells, and curses he's been working on.

Love it when you two spend time reading together - he'd be reading up on new spells for him to try using to become more powerful while you read whatever you want to read.

Would happily teach you magic and take you under his wing for becoming a Sorcerer - that means you'll be around him more.

Def goes easy on you, guiding you step by step of the way on your way to becoming a great Sorcerer like him.

When casting spells, he'll take that to seize the moment closer to you, taking your wrists gently in his hands - guiding your hands as he tell you; 'now repeat after me...'

Probably uses spells and enchantments he knows to tease you in a playful manner.

Def. uses curses and enchantments on people who even look at you the wrong way.

Calls you 'little sorcerer' or just by your name.

Fav. place to kiss? Lips and hands.

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l3viat8an · 8 months

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HOW ABOUT I GIVE YOU SOMETHING FOR BARBATOS DAY!!

it's really nice to think that he enjoys taking care of others even on the days that should be for himself, but he also deserves to unwind and relax a little.

if he so happens to have time for himself where you both can be alone - order him to do things that would help him relax and unwind. to take things slow (which is basically the UR for his last bday but still)

if he needs to go out, ask him to look for one thing he really likes in the store and treat him.

chores ? help to take the load off his hands. demand to help him even if it confuses him at first.

at the end of it all, being able to sit him down and take control of the situation while in bed with him would also be a treat.

commanding him to stay still as you run your hands and mouth all over every sensitive part of his body— making him whimper and groan while his hips buck desperately against each touch.

praising him for doing well and being so obedient as tears prick up into his eyes at the lack of relief.

when you finally allow him to do as he pleases, he does it as selfishly as he desires; bruising,love marks, maybe even some claw marks on your body, etc.

🐶

Nsfw 🐶 ahhh thank you!!! I wanted to add more so bad but i just couldn’t think of anything kshsjshs the one time my brainrot fails me 😔

#🐶 anon!#happy birthday barbatos #I’ll have to think of something as an apology piece jdhdjdhdh #obey me!#obey me x reader #obey me barbatos x reader #om! barbatos #om! x reader #om! smut #obey me smut #ro rambles #obmswd barbatos

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kit-the-gaygent · 1 year

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Some days when Mc walks the brothers home, they see their attendant with a glassy eyed look on their face as they stand outside the gate.

The brothers can see hurt and longing in MC's eyes, that always comes around when ever they watch the brother part from their walk.

Mc seems to miss something when ever they see the HOL, but they can never seem to really guess what it is.

Whenever they invite Mc in, they can see the pure excitement that fills them as tears threaten to spill down their face. Tears of joy and sorrow.

Mc always looks so comfortable sitting on the couch beside the brothers, as they all talk and bicker amongst each other. A sense of happiness seems to wash over them whenever they are in the house.

They look like they are home.

Diaviolo and Barbatos are a bit confused whenever Mc comes over to the castle; they seem to know their way around it's maze of hallways and rooms. Some times they know the layout better than those who live their. They have a specific guest room they like to stay in whenever they spend the night.

Barbatos has seen Mc shooing rats out of the castle, even though he's never told them about his fear of the fuzzy rodents. But none the less he is thankful not to deal with the scary things.

Diaviolo is always invited out by Mc to do mundane things like go book shopping, or going to a cafe. He really likes how they treat him like a normal demon, and not the crowned prince. They don't even bring up anything about his duties until Barbatos calls him back home to the castle for dinner.

Solomon wakes up almost every night to soft foot steps going down to the kitchen. He usually ignores it, but whenever he also hears crying he goes to investigate.

Usually he finds Mc sitting on top of the table in front of the fridge eating pudding in baggy loose shirts because they miss midnight snack runs with beel.

Whenever Mc is home they are typically doing three or four things, watching make up videos, reading up on new detective books, or learning how to play a new video game, or watch a anime. Solomon can see how much they miss their boys, but they tend to cope by doing things that remind them of the demons they miss.

Solomon has often seen Mc taking on part time jobs and other things to get Grim. They usually say it's just so they can get more clothes, or groceries. But the wizard knows the real answer, they don't want Mammon to get piled under so much debt. So maybe they work three part time jobs, and maybe just maybe they slip Grim into the greedy demon's bag, and maybe they leave some money around the second Born's room when ever they visit. But Mc would never say.

There have been several instances where Solomon has found Mc piled under paper work they they may have taken from Diaviolo so Lucifer could take a breather.

He often sees them so stressed and overworked, as they bend over backwards for everyone; even though they should be mourning over their current circumstances.

Mc needs a nap

#obey me #Nightbringer #let mc go home

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koemiii · 1 year

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Sagau flirty GN creator ; Genshin Impact!!

WARNINGS; religious themes

SUMMARY; Archons! You have now been isekai’d to teyvat, and you’re now their creator all of a sudden! Your favourite characters kneeling below you, paying you with their utter respect; how’d you react?!

NOTES; Imagine saying something you really want to some characters from the start!!

“I don’t want you all to be my acolytes nor my followers,” you made your best expressionless and cold face, exclaimed. You are now sitting on your throne, those vision wielders currently in your biggest room (which is more like a ballroom actually) Bitterness and surprise displayed on their aspectabund, pretty features. You continued, “Why be my acolytes when you can all be my husbands and wives~?” Oh how the tables have turned, even the Yae Miko and kaeya had a teeny little blush on their elegant features. Everybody went silence.

WHO WOULD BE THE FIRST TO REACT?

-> Venti

“Y-your grace~ thank you for favouring us!!! From now on can I call you windblume? Love? Which do you like?” As he jumped onto you, tackling you into a hug. “Ha, Venti, honey, I can’t breathe! You’re hugging me so tight!” As all of the remaining people finished processing what you had just said. You can see Venti’s really really happy with what you’re saying, smothering his face into the crook of your neck, and maybe even inhaling your scent. He laughed so sweet.

-> Zhongli

“Barbatos, get off of their grace! That’s blasphemy!” He half-ordered, who would know the oldest grandpa would react just after Venti? But you didn’t actually want Venti to get off of you. You always wondered what if you get isekai’d to the Teyvat and hugged the playable characters with different vision would feel (Klee and hutao would be the warmest people you’ve hugged so far, kaeya and Eula would be a bit colder than the others etc). Venti radiates warm and gentle, maybe even some chaotic vibes. You liked it so much. “Venti, get off of their grace!” “No, zhongli, honey, c’mere,” He immediately went red. What?? Did you just call?? Him?? He so red right now! He’s Morax—the very archon who won the archon war, the very archon who fought so many gigantic and even strong opponents before, the very archon who’s the oldest amongst the seven of them, be indulged in such a not so gentleman-y act? He, of course wanted to say no but you threw a pout in his direction and exclaimed, “This is an order. Now.” Uh oh. Those not so divine orders again! He could not say no this time! He obliged, sighing in defeat, coming over. You gave him a heat pat and ruffled his hair, and invited him to your archon’s sleepover party tonight.

CONTINUING!!

“Ah yes, y’all don’t need to kneel ever again~!! Stand up, you’re all my husbands and wives now!!” You happily stated, “This is an order,” Added. Venti is still engulfing you into a full body hug, while zhongli is standing beside you, face red. Hm, this is truly a rare sight!! The Zhongli flustered??? Dayummmmm.

“Venti, love I’m afraid that I’ll have to get off my throne. I have to go see someone!” You chirped, venti letting you go but having a small pout on his cute face. You walked through rows of your husbands and wives (heh), looking for a certain someone, until you saw the blue haired female you’ve searched for so long.

“Lawerence Eula,” “Yes, your grace,” she looked down to the floor, seemingly to be nervous. “No— (L/N) Eula. How does that sound to you, Hm? You like that?” A smirk placed onto your face, actually you kind of mean it. “Eula, even if the whole world turns their back on you, I’ll always be by your side no matter what. The Mondstadtians are the rude ones, they only take you as the cold and rude Lawrence but not the Eula. The Eula I know, is a nice, good-looking, kind girl. And thank you for staying strong all over these years despite the hate you got, Eula Lawrence, I love you so much,” and you hugged her, have her a small smile over the confession. “Your grace, thank you so much…” she hugged back, although you can tell she’s also a bit stiff. How can she tell the others that their grace confessed and hugged her? Something she has never thought of became true!

You then walked back to your throne, throwing Miko a look, with that she immediately knew this is gonna be a long session all about you trying to fluster the others…

#genshin impact sagau #genshin sagau #sagau #genshin drabble #genshin impact imagines #genshin x reader #genshin self aware #venti fluff #zhongli fluff #venti x you #genshin impact venti #genshin fanfic #genshin impact fluff #genshin cult au #venti x reader #zhongli #gi eula #genshin eula #eula x reader

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chickenparm · 1 year

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Reprieve (Diluc/f!Reader)

for @illusory-torrent from this tweet they provided :^)

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Diluc comes to you for a bit of solace. You're more than happy to provide.

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Diluc/f!Reader 3,014 Words - NSFW (Mild pining, P in V, Blowjobs, Love Confessions, Fluff)

There are plenty of positives to living in the countryside of Mondstadt. Privacy is one, the wide open spaces another, and you can’t help but think this is what Barbatos meant when he preached the virtues of freedom.

The few downsides consist of the trek into the city to restock supplies that can’t be created by your own hands, the occasional hilichurl that wanders too close, and Diluc Ragnvindr’s griping when he shows up about how he wishes you’d just move closer to the city so he can keep you safe.

Diluc shows up more often than you think is probably acceptable. He’s a busy man, between the Angel’s Share and Dawn Winery. Not to mention the things you know he gets up to at night, even if he skirts around the subject when you try to bring it up. You’re not stupid, but you let it go all the same.

From the time he was a child, Diluc has always been such a worrier. He hides it better these days, coming up with a thousand excuses as to why you perhaps have a little more provisions snuck into your cart on your way out of the city, or why a commissioned builder showed up with a cart of supplies and instructions to repair the fences on your property.

Despite his worrying, you worry too.

There are times when he shows up where he looks worse for the wear. Dark circles beneath his eyes, his shoulders rigid in an attempt to hide how he desperately wants to slump under the weight of what he carries silently, a bruise blooming along his cheek or up his shoulder that couldn’t have come from anything but a blunt object slamming into him.

If you’re a little softer with him on these days, a little more insistent that he stay a little longer and sit by your hearth while you force him to eat something, neither of you mention it out loud. You just know, you just understand, that Diluc’s visit isn’t just due to an obligation as a lifelong friend to ensure your wellbeing. Maybe for a little while, he’d like to be worried over and cared for, just a little.

So, when he pushes the door of your home open without knocking and leans heavily on the door frame, you understand that this visit is for his sake entirely, not just your own.

Abandoning the ladle in the pot of soup you plan to eat off of for the next few days, you cross the room to slide an arm around his shoulders and encourage him to let you bear some of the weight of his exhausted bones. The questions don’t come until you’ve sat him on the bed of your single-room home, your fingers working at the buttons of his thick, fur-lined coat.

“Are you going to tell me what happened to you, or are you going to leave me to guess again?”

Diluc lets out a breath, one that could be amusement if you weren’t looking at his face to see the way his brows pinch together in frustration. Not at you, per se, just in general. That’s a clear denial of him telling you about it, and you can’t help but note that it’s inherently selfish of him to come to your home and silently ask for your care without providing you the reason it’s needed.

Or, maybe there’s just no reason for it at all. Diluc presses a gloved palm to his forehead as you take his coat to hang up near the door, and finally gives you some sort of answer. “There’s nothing to guess at. I just wanted to see you, that’s all.”

“Well, stay and look as long as you like, then.” The smile you give him over your shoulder is filled with all the happiness you can muster when he’s sitting in your home looking positively wilted like this. It’s nice to have him here, to know he’s within arm’s reach where you can force him to just stop for a little while.

As long as he’s under your roof, you can coerce him to be a little less hard on himself.

“Get your boots off and you can lay down until dinner is ready.” You tell him, wandering over to the kitchen where you keep the drinking water, pouring a cup for him without asking if he’d like it. You’ve learned quickly over the years that if you ask to take care of him, he’ll stubbornly say no - you just have to do it.

The bed creaks with the shifting of his weight. He doesn’t lay down, but he does shift so he can sit back against the rough wooden headboard and let his eyes slip closed when he thinks you’re not looking. Your first step toward him brings him back to life, but he doesn’t look any more spritely as you grow closer and hold the cup out to him.

“Are you injured?”

A single sound of laughter leaves him, echoing against the water in the cup as he takes a drink, amplifying the sound. When he lowers it back to his lap, his answer is rather cryptic. “Not physically, at least. I’ll be fine, I just… needed some time away.”

From everything, you assume, but he doesn’t elaborate. Turning back to the soup pot on the hearth, you stir it a few more times before testing the tenderness of the ingredients and deciding it’s done enough for the two of you to eat now.

Doling out a bowl for him, making sure he gets more potatoes than any other vegetable as per his preference, you ask tentatively, “Will you stay the evening?”

“And more, if you’ll have me.” Diluc accepts it, and neither of you note the way his hands tremble under the weight. What has he been doing that has him so exhausted, you wonder. Weinleisefest is coming soon, that might be it, you suppose.

The bed grumbles in protest as you sit on the edge of it near him, picking through your own meal in comfortable silence. The sun bleeds in through the window in deep golds, hanging low enough that the crickets start to chirp. With the windows open to allow a breeze through, a single firefly meanders into the room, blinking lazily as your eyes follow it.

You’re distracted enough that you don’t notice Diluc setting his bowl to the side, and barely register him taking yours as well to stack them neatly on the small table within arm’s reach of the bed. Only when he sits back again does his tongue dart out to wet his lips and his breath shake with uncharacteristic nerves as he murmurs, “Can I make a selfish request of you?”

“Is it really so selfish if you go out of your way alarmingly often to take care of me when you don’t have to?” You answer back, shifting to face him, one leg hanging off the bed as your other thigh presses against the length of his own. He’s warm beneath the fabric barriers separating you. He always has been, especially after receiving his vision.

Diluc’s lips quirk up at your response, taking it for the positive affirmation that it so obviously is. “Let me linger for a while. Being with you is…” He trails off, jaw working as he tries to find the right word. You’re patient enough, letting him sort through his thoughts that seem awfully muddled.

A few heartbeats pass, ones that you can feel in your fingertips, as you reach for his hands and begin carefully removing his gloves. When the two articles are put to the side, his hands reach out for one of your own, holding it securely within warm palms that hold calluses that seem out of place on his put-together figure. Remnants of his activities after dark that he refuses to acknowledge.

“Being with you is my only reprieve.”

“From…?”

Diluc squeezes your fingers, the red of his eyes glowing in the light of the setting sun that continues to encroach from the window above the bed. “Everything. Give me a few days of peace in your arms - I need it. I’m… ragged, worn… exhausted. After that, I can face the world.”

“In my arms, hm?” You shift closer, enough that you could pull him to you if you wanted - but not yet. Instead, you savor his hands squeezing yours before you remark, “You’re right, that is rather selfish. For me, that is. Of all the gifts you’ve given me, I think that would be my favorite.”

“You would see my presence as a gift, not a burden?”

Diluc’s chin is soft as you lean in and curl your fingers around it, your thumb brushing against the sensitive skin there. “I always have, Diluc. You’re more precious to me than anything you’ve given to me over the years.”

The only burden is my need to hide my feelings, you want to say, but the words die on your tongue. Diluc’s eyes flutter shut, head tilting to press his chin further toward your touch, and you cave fully to give him what he’s asked for. Climbing into his lap, you use your arms around his torso to tug him close until his nose buries in your neck and he greedily inhales for a moment.

Instantly, he relaxes against you, his hands at the small of your back pressing flat against your skin, dipping beneath your shirt without any unnecessary warning. This is fine, this is enough. You would be happy if this is all he deigned to ask from you, despite a willingness to keep giving and giving.

The thick locks of his hair twine easily around your fingers as you tug the tie loose. Against your collarbone, his voice rumbles in a sound of appreciation, something you’ve never quite heard before but it’s instantly addictive. Straddling his lap, you pull the two of you closer and rake your nails along his scalp until that little groan rises from beneath his breath into something unmistakable.

As unmistakable as the pressure against your inner thigh, the feeling of his heartbeat throbbing through it as you press yourself harder against it and rock your hips forward. The fingers tracing along the skin of your lower back freeze, then dig into your skin in response to your movements. It’s neither an attempt to stop you, nor urge you on, but a silent acceptance of it.

Diluc could stop you, but dampness collects on your skin as he breathes against your neck and simply waits for what you’ll do next.

One hand slips easily from his hair as you trail it over his shoulder, down his chest, to the flat plane of his stomach that twitches instinctively. Against his ear, you murmur, “Let me take care of you, then.”

“Please.”

Diluc’s hips lift, his hands leaving your body to work at the belts around his waist. Then, the button holding his pants closed so he can push the fabric down enough to free himself. Rather than take him in hand, you back off to kneel between his thighs and observe the way his hand wraps around the base and all but presents it to you.

The word ‘pretty’ is an apt descriptor for him, even in this way, where he’s hard and impatient and looking at you through his lashes with unmistakable longing. Diluc is the kind of man that deserves the adoration you want to give him, even if he only truly accepts it in moments like this where he’s desperate for it.

Reaching out, you trace your fingertips from the base where he holds himself to the tip where his arousal already beads in anticipation. Rather than smear it with your thumb, you look at him through your lashes and lean in to sweep it up with the very tip of your tongue, savoring the taste of his need for you.

Immediately, his hips jolt in reaction to the phantom sensation of your tongue along his tip. His free hand tangles in the sheets next to his hip, the tendons of his arms straining as he so obviously avoids reaching out to make you move faster, to do more. This is you taking care of him in your own way, he’s well aware he’s meant to just accept it.

Slowly, you begin your exploration of him, first letting him feel the full pressure of your tongue swirling against his tip before you let him past your lips. A ragged breath leaves him, his head lolling back against the headboard, but his eyes never leave you, as if he were afraid to miss even a single moment. Beneath your hand on his thigh, his muscles twitch with each slow bob of your head.

“...That’s it… You’re so - ngh-... beautiful. Please…”

Diluc has never been one to ramble or mince words, but his control is slipping with each drag of your tongue and squeeze of your fingers around the length you can’t take. Pride swells in you as he struggles to keep his composure and fails as his hips jerk up against your mouth. The taste of him blooms on your tongue as you lick long the ridge of his cock, enjoying every little sound he treats you with.

The next sound he makes is disappointment as you pull away, your lips swollen and spit-slicked as you waste no time in working your pants down your hips. Even if you’re taking care of him, that doesn’t mean you can’t find physical enjoyment in this too. Surely he won’t complain, judging by the blown-out pupils of his eyes as he watches you straddle his lap once more.

Skin against skin, his cock juts up against you as you hover above him with little teasing rocks of your hips. Your palm sweeps his bangs off his forehead to press a kiss to his brow, a quiet sh-sh-sh noise leaving your lips as you poise him at your entrance.

No more teasing; you sink down onto him and watch with rapt attention as his brows furrow together, and his eyes clench shut. Another kiss, this time to his cheek, as you murmur, “Do I feel good?”

“Yes, you’re so-” Diluc cuts off, his breaths coming short as his hips struggle not to just buck up into you and chase his pleasure selfishly. If that’s what he wanted, you’d let him, but his self-imposed restriction makes heat burn through your gut. The desire, the respect for what you’re doing is far more arousing than anything else.

Giving him only a moment to feel how he fills you completely, you roll your hips forward to slide him through your slick tightness, agonizingly slowly. His eyes fly open, lips parted as he lets out a drawn-out groan. Diluc’s trying to hold him still, doing his best it seems, but all he needs to do is just reach out and take control. Yet he doesn’t, foregoing the role of leading to let you make him feel this incredible at his own pace.

Diluc stretches you so sweetly without even trying, like he was made to slot into you with perfection. Every moment drags his length against you in ways that have you trembling in his lap, and despite this being about your attempts to give him what he needs, his hands still find your thighs to press his thumbs in small, soothing circles.

He’s too good to you, too sweet, and you lean in to kiss him fully with all your appreciation. All your love. If he hasn’t made sense of it before this point, surely the way you cling to him and ride his cock while murmuring praises in his ear should be enough to convince him of your endless affections.

Blindly, you reach for his hands on your hips to twist your fingers together and brace yourself to move a little faster, a little harder. Adoration tinges his gaze as he looks at you, his knuckles growing white at the sensation of you clenching around him. Tentatively, his hips rise to meet you as you abandon the back-and-forth motions to lift up and down, taking him to the hilt each time with increasing reckless abandon.

“I love- ah! I love you - please, please-”

Diluc’s desperation undoes you more than any physical feeling could. Clinging to his hands, your back arches and you grit out your pleasure through your teeth as he fucks up into you to chase his own, and to prolong yours.

“So much-” Diluc tenses beneath you, using the leverage of your hands laced against his on your hips to pull you down tight. You can feel each throb of his release inside you, his hands grinding you as he moans your name openly and without shame.

Shaking off one of your hands, he thumbs against your clit for only a moment before you bat his hand away with a hiss. His first attempt to take back the role of caring for you after all of this, but you don’t want that - not while you’re sensitive, not while he asked to find solace in you, not give it.

The low rumble of his chuckle rolls through the room as he pulls you to him, your cheek against his sternum as he squeezes lazily against your curves. Diluc doesn’t stay hard inside you, but neither of you pull away so he can keep you within easy reach.

Lifting your head, you struggle to find words before realizing there’s no point in needlessly filling the silence. Surely he knows what it is that you want to say, and the way he gazes at you now speaks volumes of his own appreciation, his own affection only spoken aloud in a moment of desire just seconds before.

Diluc simply leans down for a kiss - slow, weighted, more descriptive than any flowery or eloquent words either of you could’ve come up with. Diluc can find as much peace as he’d like here; you hold it in abundance, solely for him.

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