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mageofseven · 10 months

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Repressed Love: A DiaLuci Love Story

Chapter 46

Tag list: @astroseuss @zarakem @brielle043 @deppressedanxiousebitch @missloserqueen

Satan did as his stepmom recommended and waited a day before going to see MC.

It was late morning the next day when he walked to House of Lamentation. In truth, he hasn't left the castle at all since his race change. Unlike other angels or even he himself when he was a demon, the blonde didn't seem to be able to switch to his less supernatural form. Lucifer surmised that it was likely a mental block; the newly-turned angel has been through a lot after all and still had a lot of internal struggles stressing him out.

Whatever the reason, the former Avatar of Wrath was stuck with his angel wings out. Satan didn't want anyone outside of his family to see him like this, but for his Kitten he will accept the blatant stares and whispers by the other demons out and about.

Once he arrived at his original home, the man began searching the rooms. The living room. MC's bedroom. The kitchen.

Eventually, the man found the his girlfriend in Asmo's room, curled up in bed and asleep against the lust demon's chest.

Asmo made a sound of disgust.

"Really?"

"Rosie, I'm sure he's trying his best." Solomon said from the other side of the room.

The sorcerer was at the far end of the room, working on what seemed to be a makeshift alchemy table.

Satan raised an eyebrow.

"What are you making?"

"MC's potion." The other man said simply before corking the vial and turning to the others. "In all honesty, I wish you both would have come to me sooner about her growth issues."

"You know how to help her?" The blonde asked incredulously.

"Of course." Solomon spoke as if it was obvious. "Her condition may be somewhat rare, but she is not the first human to experience it; after all, witches have centuries of experience traveling between realms and problems do occur at times."

All of MC's suffering...it could have been avoided if he had only asked Solomon for help. This angel felt like the shittiest being to ever exist.

When he discovered Diavolo's own knowledge on MC's condition was limited, he simply assumed there wasn't much to be known on it that was readily available. I mean, this is Diavolo, the Princess of the Devildom and powerful descendant of the Devil we are talking about. It always seemed like if an answer was to be found on something that she either held it or held the answer to finding it.

So to find that out that humanity held the key to ending his poor Kitten's suffering instead? That he overlooked something so incredibly obvious?

Because he definitely did. He was so focused on what he, a former demon, did to his sweet Kitten that he searched for help from other demons. It never clicked to him that this was a human problem that other humans would have a solution for.

Honestly...Satan felt like he failed MC in this moment.

As the sorcerer approached the bed, Asmo shook the human's shoulder.

"MC, sweetie, it's done."

The woman groaned.

"Kitten?"

MC's body tensed up before she peeked open an eye.

"Satan..."

Solomon sat on the bed next to his boyfriend and the human.

"Not to break up this reunion, but I believe you need this." He said as he extended the small vial out to the woman.

The human sat up before slowly taking the dark blue glass from her friend.

"So...this will stop the pain when my belly grows?" She asked softly.

"It should keep your growth from exceeding what you can handle." The sorcerer explained. "You'll still grow somewhat quickly, but not enough to cause the previous pain you were in. You may still have some bad cramping on occasion though."

Solomon turned the blonde, who was still in the doorway.

"I'll give you the prescription so you can make the potion for her here on out; she will need it once per day."

Satan merely nodded as he watched MC bring the vial to her lips and hesitantly tip the bottle to drink the dark liquid.

Suddenly, the woman coughed, seemingly choking on the drink for minute.

Her boyfriend rushed to her side, panicking.

Before he could say anything however, the coughing fit had ceased and the human turned to the sorcerer.

"Sol, that was disgusting." MC complained. "You could have at least given me a heads up."

Solomon smiled slyly.

"But would you have drank it?" He asked. "You won't even eat my poor Rosie's meals when you know for sure he has added abyssal shrooms."

And when they don't tell the woman? She eats the meal without complaint. The way the sorcerer sees it, you simply have to work the most efficiently with the pregnant woman.

Satan sighed as he lowered himself to the bed. His Kitten was going to give him a heat attack one day, he swears it.

But for now...she's okay. That's what matters most to the man.

His gaze fell to her belly, which held the child that he may not necessarily want, but the soon-to-be father knew that he also wronged.

"Tawny?"

The blonde pursed his lips before grabbing her hand.

"I...I was terrified of what you were going through." He said softly. "Though I still should have never asked you to do something I could just...feel deep within me that you wouldn't do."

Satan brought both of their hands to her belly.

"I'm sorry. I will do what I can to control my fear for now on."

MC started to smile at her boyfriend--started.

Things changed quickly within a second.

Suddenly MC leaned forward and groaned in pain, which quickly turned into a scream.

"Kitten?!"

The blonde's hand was moved off his love's belly, something he almost swore he felt done by a kick.

His brain was not focused on that in the moment though. Satan was holding his sweet Kitten close and asking what was wrong while Asmo freaked out next to them.

"Satan, get back." Solomon commanded.

"Wha--"

"Do it."

And so the angel backed away from his poor Kitten till he was against the wall.

Solomon reached over and very gently lifted up MC's shirt, revealing her belly to be riddled with dark, ugly bruises.

Gradually, the woman's pain subsided. Asmo held her close and spoke comfortingly to the understandably scared woman.

Satan went to rush forward but Solomon put up a hand to stop him.

Just what the hell was going on? What did his sweet Kitten just go through? Not to mention, literally after finding a solution to their last problem?

And most importantly, how can he help her now?

#obey me #obey me otome #obey me lucifer #obey me diavolo #obey me satan #obey me mc #obey me asmodeus #obey me solomon #obey me dialuci #dialuci fanfic #obey me satan x mc #obey me solodeus

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misc-obeyme · 27 days

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idk about anyone else but i always love crack ships and ships in general, i can always appreciate other ships, even if they're not my otp. It just means more content to enjoy!

Luci and Solomon would be fun as a pairing i think. If I had a crack ship, it'd be Solomon and Mammon. I don't know if they've had any moments at all together. Maybe one.

But Solomon has been steadily climbing up my favorites list on the ladder since nightbringer. Though he'll never take Mammon's place for number one lol. But I like to imagine them both with my mc.

I can imagine Mammon accidentally getting his hands on a really rare spell book and instead of selling it, gifting it to the two of them with the excuse that he couldn't get any offers for it (he is lying and it's obvious from his blush)

Or Solomon coming across a rare item he forgot about and gifting it to Mammon because he thinks he'd like it. Or digging through his collection for something he's willing to part with to help Mammon with debt, saying something about needing to get rid of it is all.

and after writing these little blurbs i will be thinking about these dummies a lot more, it is no longer an 'if' i think. new ship and new ot3 ig akskfj

okay I'm done rambling LMAO thank you for your time

- ✨ anon

Okay, yes, I absolutely love crackships. I can also appreciate other ships, I have no problem with any of that at all. I say people should ship whoever they like.

While I always write x reader, I actually have quite a few Obey Me ships that I like. DiaLuci of course which I actually did write a little story for per a request I received. Those two are just so obvious, how can you not ship it, right? I'm also fond of SoloSim because I think those two have an interesting dynamic. And of course there's SimeBarb which is also just really cute. I'm down with BarBeel and Solodeus too though to a lesser extent. And while I never really considered it before, apparently there is also Diavolo/Belphie (sorry I don't know their ship name lol), which is not something I thought of, but I don't dislike it!

My favorite crackship is absolutely SoloLuci. I love their relationship already, it's so funny to me, and I just can't help but enjoy the idea of them actually ending up together because it would be even funnier to me. Like I could write whole stories about them.

My other big crackship is Mammon/Barbatos. (BarbMam??) Again, I just find this to be absolutely hilarious. I could write whole stories about them, too, and I'd be laughing the whole time lol.

Okay one last crackship from me that I think would be fun is Diavolo/Asmodeus. Because listen, Asmo would be so into being queen lololol. And I just think it'd make Lucifer so mad, too. I'm sorry I just think it's so funny I can't help myself.

Of course, any and all of these become a little less crazy if MC is involved, but I generally consider these ships without MC. I did write that little blurb about a Solomon/MC/Lucifer threesome, but I generally like to think of them without MC because that just makes it so much funnier to me.

I love your description of a Solomon/MC/Mammon throuple situation, though. I always felt like Mammon didn't like Solomon lol but yo neither does Lucifer so. But I think with an MC that they both love and care for to kind of initiate the necessity of them being in close proximity and getting along... yeah, I could see all of the things you describe happening.

That'd be super adorable, now I'm just imagining them starting a little trio band and calling it MC and the Mons. (I'm so sorry.)

Anyway, I love your new ot3 I hope they bring you much joy!!

#I just think it's fun to look at different ships that maybe aren't as obvious #especially if I can kind of come up with a story where they end up together #because it's all just me making stuff up lol #obey me #obey me crackships #obey me nightbringer #✨ anon #misc answers

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terrahowler20 · 4 months

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Welcome to My Den

Hi Ty or Spark here! Welcome to my What in "Hell" is Bad and Obey me Smut NSFW Blog.

Where more of my Raw and Horny thoughts go.

I'm still new to this writing smut things so bare with me. Also Minor and ageless blogs/accounts DNI

Here's the reason I will block Blank accounts

Rules:

MC/Reader

MC/Reader will be female, however I'm willing to try to write Male MC.

No Child/Teen!MC

MC will be leaning more on Bottom.

Sub-ish depends on character with and/or the situation their in.

For Personal reason, I will not Mean/Hateful MC during sex. Yes, I'm okay with Dom MC, but just a spiteful MC is a no go for me.

What in "Hell" is Bad Casts

Stick to Canon sex and gender, so no headcanon or Age-down/De-age or genderbending characters.

No Character X Character smut (This is personal reason), so no Devils x Devils/Angels, Minhyeok X Devils/Angels, etc.

GangBang with MC is total fine, the limit is three to five characters.

No Solomon x MC/Reader or Other Characters.

With some certain characters be warned that some will have a bit of Non-con/Dub-con elements. But nothing too extreme. (Might water it down for my sake as well)

Obey me Casts

Stick to Canon sex and gender, so no headcanon or Age-down/De-age or genderbending characters.

No Character X Character smut (This is personal reason) So no ships like DiaLuc, SoloDeus, Diamon, SoloLuci etc.

Threesome, Foursome and maybe Orgy can be but no C x C ships.

I will not write

Luke is a baby, I really didn't have to type this, but just in case.

Thirteen is under Consideration, I might try to write for her.

Incest, pedophilia, age-play, piss/scat kink, pet-play, somnophilia.

And others I didn't mention is either I still don't know or I have no problem with, however its subject to change as I learn more about my own personal boundaries and limits.

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mcx7demonbros · 1 year

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Welcome to the Invincible Fortress!

Royal “We” is used henceforth, except for Writing Request part.

You can call Us Klein (Age: 23 | Male: He/Him). We are the Lord and Master of the Invincible Fortress, an inverted castle underground which collects miasma from human’s sins and negative emotions all over the world. (The castle is upright if it appears in Devildom).

WHB sideblog - @devilmen-collector

Here’s what you can find at Our fortress

The Archive

Obey Me! Masterlist: collection of Our great writings and others). We are thinking of reorganizing it though, but not now. Last update: 30.04.23 (dd/mm/yy).

Obey Me! Masterlist II - UPDATE: 29.08.23

OM! Nonsense Masterlist: a masterlist for nonsense but very likely to happen in the Devildom

Villains’ Archive: a collection of praises for Our predecessors who fought valiantly against various heroes of justice and the powers of friendship.

Art Museum: a collection of the arts depicting the Seven Rulers of Hell and others in Our harem.

Chapel: remembering Christian holidays around the year.

Birthday commemorations: Genshin Impact and Obey Me!

Here’s what you can not find in Our Fortress

Explicit NSFW/🔞 stuff (although We still have some suggestive stuff under #klein’s naughty hour tag)

Anything romantic or sexual with Luke, whom We consider a younger brother. Young silly love with a child!mc is where We draw the line.

Pedophilia

Demoncest (brother x brother), angelcest (Simeon x aged up Luke), anything else that We are disgusted.

Non-MC ship (DiaLuci, SoloDeus, etc.), they’re not Our cup of tea. We are jealous.

Anything else We are uncomfortable with.

Also, please don’t say “Jesus f**king Christ” or something similar in comment or reblog. Thank you!

About Writing Request. Since creating this blog, I don’t receive writing request because I don’t write well under pressure and my interest jumps from time to time, without completing many things I have started. And I have no intention to open the request for the time being.

04.01.2023 UPDATE. Blogs that spam likes would be blocked, because spam likes could get this blog shadow-banned (due to a Tumblr glitch). If you really like the things you see here, better reblog or comment.

14.03.2023 UPDATE. Blank blogs will blocked on sight. Here’s the reason.

Obey Me! ID - Klein - 206834752

Nightbringer ID - Klein - 3439979121

Genshin Impact ID - Aether - 820892835

#welcome post #introduction post #info post #obey me #omswd #obey me lucifer #obey me mammon #obey me leviathan #obey me satan #obey me asmodeus #obey me beelzebub #obey me belphegor #obey me shall we date #obey me masterlist #obey me diavolo #obey me barbatos #obey me luke #obey me simeon #obey me solomon

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iwannawritelots · 2 years

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Can you do a oneshot of Solomon x Mammon relationship reveal and how everyone is reacting to it? With some Protective/Possessive Solomon? With a dash of Jealous MC or Asmodeus?

Sorcerer and Thief

Originally written June 2022

Masterlist

Genre: fluff

Ship(s): Solomon X Mammon

Trigger/content warnings: mentions of sex but nothing NSFW

Headcanons/notes from the author: I ended up not using MC. I’ve been working on this in weird spurts. I never considered this ship before lol, I’ve only seen like, Solomon X Satan besides Solodeus for matching a brother with Solomon? Genderfluid Asmodeus, non-binary Simeon. I hope I wrote it okay, since I only had the reactions of three characters. It was getting really long and I didn’t want to make it bad lol

Brief Blurb: Solomon and Mammon ended up together. They decide it’s finally time to tell people.

It wasn’t supposed to be a serious thing. Mammon just wanted to have a casual thing with someone who wouldn’t mistreat him. He wanted to be given aftercare, and he wanted it to last more than a few minutes. One could only imagine his surprise when Solomon swiped right for him on Akudr. He almost didn’t accept the match, not wanting to cause any weirdness within his social circle… but did it really matter?

After they hooked up the first time, he found his crush revealing itself once again. Why were his eyes so beautiful? Was his kindness real? Did Solomon consider him a friend?

At first he pushed it off as purely a sexual bond. Of course he would find Solomon attractive again after hooking up with him! That’s how brains worked sometimes, after all. He shoved his feelings down, and refused to acknowledge the way his heart pounded in his chest whenever Solomon was around. Even if he did still have a crush on him, it didn’t mean that it was all that serious.

Eventually, though… one thing lead to another, and they ended up dating. Neither of them really wanted to say anything, since Asmodeus was bound to be upset about it. As time went on, though, it was getting more difficult to hide. They were a bit sick of it.

“Mammon,” Solomon muttered, snuggling closer to the demon. “Do you… think we should say something?”

Still in a bit of a haze from sleep, Mammon hushed Solomon and wrapped an arm around him. “‘m sleepy, babe.”

“It’s noon…”

“Sh.” Mammon growled and squished him close to himself. “Sleep.”

Chuckling, Solomon rolled his eyes and nuzzled into Mammon’s neck. “You’re grumpy.” He cackled when Mammon shushed him again, then kept his mouth shut. Listening to Mammon’s heartbeat was soothing, and he fluttered his eyes shut. “I love you…” he muttered.

After taking a deep breath, Mammon muttered, “I love you too, ya shady wizard.”

“I’m still shady when I’m your boyfriend?”

“Did ya change your shady ways or somethin’?” Mammon mumbled, then kissed Solomon’s hair.

Solomon decided to not say anything and kissed Mammon’s neck instead. “Since you’re still sleepy, why don’t I make breakfast?”

“Suddenly I have motivation to make breakfast,” Mammon announced, sitting up and making Solomon whine. “Ya gotta rest. You work too hard or whatever.”

“Why don’t you ever let me cook?” Solomon asked with a pout.

“‘Cause, uh…” Mammon gave Solomon a nervous smile. “I’ll tell ya later.”

Frowning, Solomon watched Mammon get out of bed. “If you insist, I suppose.”

“I do.” Mammon leaned over and kissed Solomon’s temple. “Ya mentioned somethin’ while I was still sleepy. What was it?”

“Oh, right.” Solomon sat up and rubbed his eyes, then yawned. “It’s getting exhausting not having anyone know we’re together.”

Mammon hummed and nodded. “That’s true.” He opened Solomon’s closet and dug through his clothes. “I mean, I think Simeon knows by now.”

“If Simeon hasn’t figured it out I would be surprised,” Solomon stated in agreement. “I… feel guilty about not telling Azzy in particular, though…”

Pausing his actions, Mammon turned to look at Solomon and crossed his arms. “I mean, you two used to fuck, right?”

“Mammon…”

“Genuinely,” Mammon reassured him. “I ain’t mad, obviously. I’m kinda feelin’ bad about not telling Asmo too, but honestly they’re the person I really don’t want to know. They’ll get all jealous.”

“Isn’t that more reason to tell them now…? They’ll be even more upset if we wait longer. It’s been a few months.” Solomon sighed and ran his fingers through his hair. “Azzy is my best friend. I’ve stopped sleeping with them, of course, but I didn’t really give an explanation. I’m sure they can tell I’m dating someone.”

“Well…” Mammon sighed. “I know you’re right. Damn wizard.” He resumed digging through Solomon’s clothes, then added, “Sorry. I love ya. It just… stresses me out. Not just ‘cause of Asmo, though. Lucifer doesn’t really like ya, y’know?”

Solomon rolled his eyes and laughed. “I know, babe.”

“Plus, my last few relationships have been rocky and ended on bad terms. Especially my last one.” He put on one of Solomon’s shirts, then went to put on his own discarded underwear and pants. “Like, I trust ya, I promise, there’s just a lot that makes me worry.”

Solomon stood up and joined Mammon at his side, then wrapped an arm around his waist. “I know. It’s okay. We can just start telling people, and if they have anything to say about it, they’ll have to go through me.” Mammon sighed and leaned into Solomon, nodding. “There’s nothing to be afraid of. I won’t let anyone hurt you over this.”

“I’m more afraid of what will happen to you,” Mammon admitted in a mutter. “Lucifer can be an asshole, y’know?”

Solomon chuckled and rubbed Mammon’s hip. “Yes, that is the case sometimes.”

After a while of physical reassurance, the two finished making themselves presentable before heading downstairs. In the kitchen, Simeon was already making breakfast. “Good morning, you two.”

Mammon felt his face heat up, realizing he was wearing one of Solomon’s shirts. “H-Hey, Simeon. I thought you angels were like, not home?”

Simeon raised an eyebrow, then glanced at Mammon. Biting back a smirk, Simeon turned around to face them. “No, we weren’t last night. We decided against staying the original three nights because Raphael got violently ill.” They watched Mammon nervously nod. “Is there a reason why we shouldn’t be here?”

“W-Well, no, I mean, y-ya live here, so…” Mammon hid his face in one of his hands, the other trying to push Solomon in front of himself.

“We were just being a bit loud last night,” Solomon stated plainly. “Mammon also probably expected that we’d have breakfast alone.”

“I thought that may be the case.” Simeon resumed cooking, humming a bit to themself. “Is there anything else?”

Solomon raised an eyebrow at Mammon, who gave a shaky smile, then nodded. “Mammon and I are boyfriends.”

Not looking away from their task, Simeon told him, “Thank you for telling me.”

;

The couple had entered the House of Lamentation, and Mammon wouldn’t stop fidgeting as he watched Solomon take off his jacket. “Are ya sure you’re okay with Lucifer knowin’?”

Solomon perked an eyebrow. “Are you okay with Lucifer knowing?”

“I am!” Mammon exclaimed quickly, fumbling with his hands. “I-I jus’… I jus’ don’t want him to like, kill ya or something.”

“I don’t plan on being killed,” Solomon told him softly.

The two ascended the stairs, then made their way to Lucifer’s office. Mammon knocked on the door, half hoping Lucifer wouldn’t be on the other side. “Come in.”

Slowly, Mammon opened the door. “Could we talk for a minute?”

Lucifer set down his pen, then folded his hands on his desk. “Of course.”

Mammon pulled Solomon into the room, face growing in warmth every second he stood before Lucifer. “I… I am Solomon’s boyfriend.”

There was a pause. “Alright…” Lucifer scrutinized Solomon for a moment, then resumed his attention on Mammon. “This isn’t… some sort of scheme?”

“N-No.”

“Solomon isn’t forcing you?”

“N-No, Lucifer,” Mammon carefully hid Solomon behind himself a bit, suddenly feeling very protective. “It’s all genuine ‘n’ stuff, so… d-don’t be rude.”

Lucifer took a deep breath, closed his eyes, then exhaled and shot daggers at Solomon. “I expect you to treat him well.”

Solomon gave a smile. “Of course.”

“If that’s it, then… I need to get back to work.”

Mammon quickly ushered Solomon out of the room, then closed the door behind them. He let out a breath he didn’t realize he was holding. “Th-That was… smoother than I thought it would be.”

“Indeed,” Solomon gently brushed some hair from Mammon’s face, then ran his fingers along his cheek. “Do you want to take a break before we tell Azzy?”

Mammon shook his head. “N-Nah, I’d rather Asmo knew before the others.”

“Alright.” Solomon gently interlaced his fingers with Mammon’s, then led him to Asmodeus’ room. He knocked, then called out, “Azzy?”

There was commotion on the other side of the door, then it swung open, revealing a very pink-faced avatar of lust. “Solomon! Hi!” They noticed Mammon was holding the sorcerer’s hand, then felt their heart squish. “What’s up?”

“I wanted to talk to you about something,” Solomon told them softly. “Could we come in?”

“Um, okay!” Asmodeus attempted to keep up their cheerful façade, but Solomon could hear the twinge in their voice. They stepped aside, allowing the couple to enter the room before shutting the door. Mammon carefully took his hand away from Solomon’s, feeling a bit guilty despite there not being an actual reason to. “What do you want to talk about?”

Solomon watched Asmodeus sit down, examining their body language as he spoke. “Mammon and I are together, as a couple. Exclusively.”

Despite being well versed in pretending, Asmodeus’ face fell for a moment. They quickly forced another grin, blinking back tears that threatened to fall. “Thank you for telling me.” Solomon furrowed his eyebrows, then attempted to reach towards Asmodeus, but they quickly stood up and away from him. “I… am really happy for you two.”

The shaking in their voice was making Mammon’s heart break, and he had half a mind to go back on Solomon’s statement. He knew it wouldn’t do any good, but he couldn’t stand his little sibling being upset. “Asmo, um…”

“It’s okay!” they assured him quickly. “I’m just… surprised is all.” A tear rolled down their cheek, and they quickly wiped it away with their palm. “I just… am surprised. I’m just surprised.”

Solomon watched them carefully as he grabbed Mammon’s hand. “Alright. We have to go do something, so… thanks for listening.”

“Mmhm,” Asmodeus watched them leave the room, then slammed the door behind them and locked it.

The two heard them let out a guttural scream, then a loud sob. Mammon carefully examined Solomon’s face. “Are ya okay, Solomon?”

“Yes,” Solomon made a weary, small smile. “They will get over it.”

#fluff #mammon x solomon #solomon x mammon #mammon #solomon #obey me! one master to rule them all #obey me! shall we date?#obey me!#obey me #omomtrta #omswd #om!#om #fanfiction #fanfic #darlingficsbycinna #iwannawritelots

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lorkai · 1 year

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#obey me #obey me shall we date #obey me lucifer #obey me levi #obey me mammon #obey me beel #obey me satan #obey me belphie #obey me solomon #obey me 13 #obey me diavolo #obey me barbatos #lorkai polls

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numberonenat · 6 months

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hello! you're looking for om! content?

here is it!

pink for the og, blue for nightbringer and normal for none of both.

all fanarts:

lucifer (nsfw) beel self insert belphegor bunny leviathan mammon beelzebub solotan

scenarios and writings:

nightbringer goodbye letter solomon's jealousy

chat gpt x obey me:

playlist based on the brothers playlist based on the dateables + luke playlist based on the side characters

random prints from the game:

belphie being just like me giant, colourful sea cucumber leviathanaldo levi and his silly dance luci making me cry fake celestial realm brothers. THEY HAVE A PACT? sleeping beauty mc simeon dialuci shipper brothers pretending to be other brothers grandpa solomon

thoghts:

beelzebub for the homosexuals! biblically accurate angels mc and the timeline (answered) solotan x solodeus i'm the real avatar of sloth

what in hell is bad

nightbringer trailer comeback

relevant reblogs:

newborn demons living with sol give mc some respect! diavolo and belphegor brazilian mc

toxic lucifer?

random:

mafia italian mamms

yeah, i'm pretty active in the obey me fandom compared to the others lol

thank you for your interest!

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plush-rabbit · 3 years

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Roses and Silk in Fisted Hands

Request: I can't stop imagining Asmo teaching an inexperienced MC how to give head and properly deepthroat as he sucks off Solomon so MC can see what to do. And then Asmo helps MC as MC sucks Solomon off and just.... Asmo having sexy times with his favorite humans is so good and MC being inexperienced while Asmo and Solomon certainly have a lot of experience under their belts is yes.

Word Count: 3.8K A/N: I as going through my ask box so a few oldies will be coming out (also fem!reader, or well afab reader!) - Asmodeus sits on his knees in front of you, his silk robe loosely tied showing the top of his breasts, his skin soft and perfect as he moves closer to you. His hands are gentle as they cup your cheeks, his lips are pulled into a soft frown that makes you feel all that much worse. His thumbs swipe under your eyes, catching a stray tear that has fallen and his hand leaves your face, leaving you cold and empty. You watch as he moves his hand to his parted lips, his thumb lays flat on his tongue as he slowly closes it around his thumb, slowly sucking on the taste of your tears. Your mouth waters as your stomach twists when his thumb leaves his mouth with a pop. “Don’t make that face, my love,” he murmurs, the hand on your face falling to clutch on your hand. “It’s okay to be bad at things.” He makes a pained face when you turn away, your hand on his holding tighter to him. “I- That came out wrong. You’re new to this. It’s not like porn where everyone is suddenly good at blowjobs.”

You turn to him, sniffling and rubbing the back of your hand against the tip of your nose. “But I should be good at it. I’m with you,” you gasp out, shame flooding your body and burning hotter than anything you’ve ever felt before. “I should be able to do the things that you like.” He laughs softly, shaking his head at you. “You're not expected to do anything. I’m a demon, dear, and while there are things that I’m willing to do, I rather have you comfortable with everything.” The comforter under him makes a soft sound as he slides his legs to bend at the side, with your hand still in his, you hold tightly onto it, not daring to let go. “There’s nothing to be ashamed of, sweetheart.” “I know,” you sigh. You know that reality is different from what they show in films, but you still can’t help but feel insecure. Asmodeus, the Avatar of Lust, is your partner and you don’t judge whatever his body count might be, but you know that along the line, he must have had some memorable experiences with former lovers. You feel as if you’re put on the spot, that his moans are more exaggerated in order to make you feel better, that he isn’t enjoying his time with you. Tears brim your eye, and a sharp inhale has his arms around you as he pulls you close to him. The silk is soft against your body, touching at your neck and it’s ruined under your hands as your hands grasp onto his back, bunching the fabric together. “My love, it’s okay.” His voice is beside your ear and his words are calming, making a flood of warmth rush through your body. “Do you want to know why I called you here?” You nod your head, nuzzling yourself further into his neck, catching hints of rose and ambrette making your breath thick and mind fill with a thin haze. “I know how insecure you humans can be, and I wanted to help you-” he pulls away, his index under your chin and lightly pushing your head upwards to face him- “you know, ease your nerves a bit.” You don’t want to lose contact with him, your hands going up to circle around his forearm, clinging onto him tightly. The smile on his face is sweet, pulled up by the corners and his eyes crinkling in a way that is love and lust intertwined. Your breath is stuck in your throat. It’s passion in his eyes, something intense that makes it hypnotic to look at him for too long. “You’re going to show me?” You ask slowly, your tongue flashing out to lick at your already dry lips. He nods, and you follow his head with your own. Lust incarnate is powerful. Asmodeus may be the fifth brother, but you mustn’t forget that it’s his sin that makes him strong, that him being fifth still makes him powerful. He’s above you in all sorts of ways. Your own God that you can date. Your own God that plays with your tender, pliable body as if it were a toy made just for him. He’s hypnotic, more so than anyone else will ever be. He may not mean to put you in this trance, but it’s so easy to fall for him, to give in and salivate for the breath-taking view in front of you. So pure and sinful all at one, his silk robe is a soft pink that clings loosely to his skin that is free of any marks, but his teeth are sharp, meant to pierce into your skin, his hands soft but strong enough to push you to the ground and hold you steady. “Asmo,” you gasp, “too strong.” Your core is hot, heating and thick trails of arousal cling to your underwear. It’s harder to breathe, like you’re gasping for air under the crushing weight of the sky above, your face darkening and nails pressed against his skin. His teeth flash in a smile, canines glinting under his light, and teeth that capture his pink tongue, so thick and slender. You’ve never been envious of teeth before, but you'd give anything to capture his tongue in your mouth. “Sorry, love.” And just like that, it’s easier to breathe, easier to think and look at him. And just like that, your worries have returned. “I was just trying to help.” There’s no use in worrying about that, so you nod your head. “What are you going to show me?” He smiles and tilts his head with a raised brow. “I mean- on what?” He

shakes his head and the look in his eyes is devious. Your stomach drops. “Who?” You ask in a whisper, hoping that he’ll shake his head again. He gives a curt nod. “Bingo.” His smile is that of a Cheshire cat, wide and full of something that you don’t know. You cry his name, and are only able to make it past the first syllable before he shakes his head. “Come on, it won't be bad, I promise. I’m going to show you what to do and then afterwards, you’re going to practice while I help.” Your hands reach upwards to cover your face. “That’s the entire definition of bad, ‘Mo,” you whine. “It’s embarrassing.” Shame fills you knowing that Asmodeus had to resort to finding someone to help you, but it’s even worse knowing that Asmodeus will be the one to show you. Realization hits you like cold water against your back. Your hands lower as you glower at him, your hands fisted together. “You’re going to be practicing on someone?” He gives a soft exhale as his lips turn into a smile. “Who?” “Does it help if it’s not a stranger?” He says in a coquettish tone, his hands reaching towards you, unfurling your fisted hands. Your eyes widen and as if it were all planned down to the time, there’s a knock at the door. You hiss his name and he ignores you, turning his head with his hands already undoing the loose knot on his robe. “Come in, Solomon!” He says with a lilt, his hands now clasped together. The door opens without a creak and the sorcerer steps in with a friendly smile, greeting you and promptly removing his shoes and clothing. You make a sound and turn your head away, flames licking at the shell of your ears. “Oh? Have you not told them yet?” Solomon asks, the question clearly directed at the only one who had planned this all. “Just did.” Asmodeus looks at his nails, a pout on his lips. “My color is chipping. Sweetheart, will you remind me to touch up on it afterwards?” He rolls his shoulders, slowly removing his robe and letting the silk pool around him. “Come on, Solomon,” he whines, “I want to show them how good I am at everything.” Your name is called and you can only offer measly hum in response. “You know that Asmo did this to me once too, right?” The bed dips and you look at Solomon who sits on the bed, nude with his cock semi-hard. “He is everything but classy.” A hand swats at his thigh and Solomon laughs, fixing himself against the pillows and holding his cock in his hand, slowly jerking himself until Asmodeus grabs his hand and removes it with his. “At least you know me. He had it done with someone who I hadn’t even known.” “You should have seen him, love.” Asmodeus turns back to you, a lovely blush already spoiling his cheeks. “He was panting and all spent. I can’t wait to share the fun with you!” He lowers himself, beckoning you over with a hand to watch from the side. “Remember to watch and take notes, okay?” A sweet smile flashes to you, and you watch with wide eyes as Asmodeus swallows Solomon’s cock. It’s erotic and hard to take your eyes off of something that is so intimate and sexual. The noises that escape Solomon’s are enough to make you pinch your thighs together. Is that how lustful Asmodeus should sound? On the other hand, hearing your demon sound anything less than beautiful makes something twist inside of you and heat with flames. His moans have always been sultry, so heavy and sweet that it never occurred to you, that he could ever make a sound so deep and anything less than the usual beauty you are allowed to look at. It’s beautiful in a twisted way that makes it nearly impossible to keep your hands away from your own sex and you can’t focus on what you should, instead watching their faces pinch in pleasure and curses fill the room, hands hold onto each other and you feel so vile for watching something like this and getting turned on. You bite the inside of your cheeks, breathing harshly through your nose as you hear the absolute pornographic sounds fill the room. As sudden as it started, it ended just as quick. Snuffed out by Solomon’s orgasm. Asmodeus, swipes his tongue from one of the

corners of his lips to the other, and he smiles as he places the thumb inside of his mouth. Solomon turns his head over to you, his smile loose and face reddened. You watch as his legs move, turning over as he starts to move towards you, coming to a still as he’s faced with you. “Am I allowed to touch?” Solomon asks, his eyes on Asmodeus who only shrugs in response, jerking his head over to you. “Ah, of course. I just remember how possessive you could be.” His brown eyes flitter over to you, and he smiles apologetically at you. “Am I allowed to touch you?” You nod, clearing your throat. “Yes-” you roll your shoulders- “I’m already going to suck on your cock, you might as well be allowed to touch me.” You smile nervously at him, your hands toying with the bottom edge of your shirt. “Great,” Solomon says eagerly. He reaches forward, a murmur under his lips as he hands grab at your shirt and in the same moment, your shirt is gone, breaking into pieces of fabric that fall beside you, only to combine together into your shirt. You gasp, a question already on your tongue, before he cuts you off. “Magic,” is his simple reply, his mouth quickly latching onto your nipple, a free hand going to cup at your neglected breast. You gasp, your hands coming up in front of you, fingers curled and a deep blush heating your face. He hums in response, his tongue flicking around your pert nipple, softly suckling on your chest, while the other hand tweaks at the dry nipple. “If it hasn’t been made clear,” Asmodeus starts, his hands coming behind yours, “you’re allowed to touch him too. Isn’t that right, Solomon?” The sorcerer hums in response, pulling away with a string of salvia attached to your nipple, and he blows cool air against you. You gasp and your hands are curved above Solomon’s silvery hair. His teeth nip at the swollen bud, pulling gently against it, and your hands curl and knit into his hair. “Don’t be afraid to be rough with them Solomon, they’re into it.” There’s a sickly sweet scent that lingers on Solomon’s cock as you're brought down to it. Your nose bumps against it, pushing it forward and even though Asmodeus has brought relief to the sorcerer he still stands tall. Your mouth opens, your tongue peeking past as you give a long stripe to the underside of his cock. He groans in appreciation and your mouth circles over the tip of his cock, the scent much stronger, and muskier than Asmodeus and something salty beads against your tongue. A slender hand touches a bare thigh and your face flushes, your heart beating rapidly and arousal so strong and thick inside of you that the thought of sucking the cock in front of you has you dripping. Lust has invaded, making your mind grow foggy and inhibitions drunk, and you swallow the cock, half of it your mouth as your drool spills out and drips onto the base. Asmodeus’s hand is curved over the back of your head, keeping you down to Solomon’s base. His pubic hair tickles at your nose, saliva dripping down his cock and tears pricking at your eyes. Your muscles clench, your core growing hot as one of Asmodeus’s hands smooths down your spine. Your hands are clenched over Solomon’s thighs, nails digging into his skin and you moan, wiggling your bottom in an attempt to tell them that you need air. A hand knots into your hair and you’re lifted up, and granted a breath before being lowered back onto Solomon’s cock. “Through your nose, love.” Asmodeus tells you, bobbing your head up and down. “Remember, you only get to breathe when he fills that pretty, little mouth of yours with his semen.” “A bit cruel of you, Asmo,” Solomon grunts, kicking his thigh upwards. “I think they deserve to breathe just a little.” Your hair is released, a stinging sensation left that tickles on your scalp, only to dull in pain when a different hand threads through your hair. “Well, you’re in control now. If you’d like to let them up for air, well be my guest,” Asmodeus quips, leaning over you. His weight is heavy, his skin thin with sweat as he presses his face close to Solomon’s. You don’t come up for air

and you’re left moaning around Solomon’s cock as the head of it is pressed against your throat. “Well, I guess we’re both cruel. Isn’t that right, my king?” Your tongue licks against a vein, your teeth brushing against it as he grunts. “Fuck,” he curses, slowly moving his hips. “What a good mouth you have.” His hand holds down your head, dragging you up and down, letting his head fit deep into your mouth, pushing against your throat as you gag. Tears fill your eyes, burning and blinding you to his cock. “Hold it,” he hisses. A moment passes. The two. Then three. And in that short amount of time, your lungs have begun to burn and he pulls out, allowing you a gasp of air until he rams his cock back inside your mouth, fucking you harshly until the sound of your gagging is filling the air. Your name leaves his tongue in rushed breaths, his hands and hips stilling enough for you to bob on your own as you take in as much of his cock as you can. Something thick slides down your throat, slowly until it’s filling your mouth and you’re choking, pleading for air, only to be pushed further down the cock, letting the semen slide down your throat. You’re brought up, your chin wet and thick with spit, face hot as you gasp for air. “My, my,” Solomon says, his smile wide as he brings up a hand to curve over your neck. “You learn quick, don’t you?” “Ah, ah,” Asmodeus says, his hands on your sides, as he pulls you close. “I’ve taught you better manners than that, Solomon. What do we say?” Solomon lets out a small laugh, his face gentle as he leans close to yours. “Of course,” he says softly, “my apologies. Thank you,” he whispers your name, before closing the gap, his lips pressed against yours, and you greedily open your mouth, your hand reaching out to cock while the other wraps around his neck, bringing him closer to you. A slender hand reaches between your legs, petting at your sex as Solomon deepens the kiss, your thighs squeezing shut to capture the hand trapped. “Well would you look at that,” Solomon muses, as he pulls away from the kiss, “seems like you're not completely satisfied yet, hm?” His attention turns to the demon who is playing with your sex, leaving you breathless and mind too foggy to think. “Would it be too forward of me to ask for a taste?” A hand is placed on each of your thighs, pulling away to show that under your robe, you wear nothing but thin underwear that has already become dark with your arousal. Your legs are spread and another set of hands hooks against your underwear, and dark eyes stare into yours. His lips shine, and his hair is messy and tousled; he is beautiful in a different way compared to Asmodeus. Where the demon is irresistible and their kiss is enough to make you orgasm, the sorcerer is needier, desperation so think on his tongue, it’s like yours, his beauty so cute and sweet that all you want is for his lips to be on your body once more. You nod, swirling your hips in a desperate attempt to tell him to take off your underwear. He smiles, and it’s relief and excitement, and it makes you drunk on it. Your sex is exposed to the air, cold meeting warmth, goosebumps pricking over your body and making your legs shake. A tongue laps at your sex, the point of it slithering past your entrance, letting your sweet nectar fall onto his tongue. Your hands curl against the sheets, clutching the fabric and ruining it with your hands, as his tongue rubs against your clit, lips soft against the bud as it suckles it in, nursing over you, your body going rigid and heels digging into the bed. “Fuck,” you curse under your breath, repeating it like a mantra. Silvery hair is clutched into your hands, your back arched and chest rising and falling quickly. He pulls away from your clit, the bubbling in your stomach simmering and you call to him, desperate to keep him between your thighs. His hand raises and you watch with bated breath, only to cry when his hand smacks against your cunt. “Solomon!” You moan, a stinging sensation curling and festering itself on your sex. Another smack rings through the room and

your sex contracts, the sensitive bud no w swollen and when you look up at him, with arousal slick on your thighs and his hand, he gives you a smile in return. “Sorry but I really wanted to see your cute pussy all swollen,” he says in his defense, he lowers himself back to your sex, hooking your legs with his arms and pulling you close, until you can feel his breath fan over you. “Don’t worry, I’ll make sure to kiss it all better.” You shut your eyes tightly, feeling his tongue swirl around your entrance, dipping inside and letting your arousal seep into his mouth. It doesn’t take long for your thighs to tighten around his head, your hands knitted into his hair as your legs begin to shake and the only thing that you can think of properly, is his name. You’re crying, riding out your orgasm as his mouth never stops its soft movement, so hungry and needy, but so slow as if to drag out this entire process. A hand cups at your breast, tweaking the nipple until it's stiff under its delicate hands. Your eyes peek open, watching as Asmodeus hums softly, massaging at your breasts, letting the sensitive buds become stiff under his touch. Your lips part, and just as you’re about to say his name, it’s interrupted with Solomon teasing at your cunt once more. His name is whispered past your lips, your breath hitched and core already hot until he interrupts you. “Little bit more, okay?” He hums, keeping his hands latched onto you, a tight grip that refuses to let you go. His tongue swirls against your pulsing clit, his nose bumping against you, and two slender fingers coming to the edge near your entrance, before dipping inside and massaging at your gummy walls. He mumbles something, too preoccupied with pleasure shaking throughout your body, you’re unable to respond properly, giving him a deep moan as his fingers kiss against the spot that makes your breath get stuck in your throat. Your body shakes, the heat in your stomach burning and spilling over as Solomon keeps his tongue busy, Asmodeus unraveling a fist of yours and placing it around his cock, hissing at the vice grip that you have. His cock is hot, heavy and with petal-like ridges that makes it difficult to keep such a tight grip without hurting him. Such a heavy pool of overstimulation hovers and clings to your body, your clit throbbing and your slit leaking between Solomon’s tongue and lips, staining the bedsheets under you. The cock in your hand stiffens, twitching and leaking with something hot and thick that trails down your wrist in a pale color. Straining your neck, you look up at Asmodeus, your lips parting and tongue out and his smile is predatory, eyes wide and hazed with lust, as he fixes himself to let his cockhead fit snug in your mouth, his semen dripping down as he thrusts and buries himself into your mouth. “That’s our good slut,” Asmodeus coos, as he strokes your head. You moan into his cock, sucking on it lazily, too tired from the orgasm to actually put your heart and soul into it. His hands toy with a breast and Solomon’s fingers and tongue are still pressed against your sex, so consumed with you that he’s hardly taken a pause. “You both have no idea how nice this view is,” Asmodeus says with a smug attitude, heavy cream on your tongue and his gaze on you so sweet as he smacks on your cheek.

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pechebeche · 3 years

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i got that series of texts where each of the brothers go through their type and it gave me some VERY SPECIFIC thoughts

#obey me #solodeus #simeon x satan #beelzebub x mc #asmodeus #solomon #simeon #satan #beelzebub #oc #orpheus #my art #if you look closely you can see me care progressively less about both the text and the hands as i go on #bonus scene that i might draw tomorrow is belphie and satan pulling the 'only one that loves him is his mother' on lucifer #they can be little shits as a treat

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mageofseven · 10 months

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Repressed Love: A DiaLuci Love Story

Chapter 40

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Once Barbatos returned to the room, Lucifer quickly wiped the tears from his face and excused himself.

He knew if he stayed in the room with Diavolo in this state that he would only break down more.

The man trudged down the hall, hoping to just hide away in the office for awhile

When suddenly his son called him from down the hall. The man gave a heavy sigh, reminding himself that parenting never ends, even on the harsher days for himself.

Lucifer composed himself before turning to face his son.

"Is something wrong?"

"I..." The blonde pursed his lips before eyeing the office door. "Could we talk inside?"

The father gave a tired nod before opening the door for his son and stepping inside after him.

The two sat on the couch by the fireplace. Even once both men were on the couch, the blonde didn't say a word as a focused look came to his face.

Knowing this must be important, the exhausted father stayed silent, giving his son the time needed for whatever he was thinking on.

"I was wondering if...angels have another sense? Ones that demons don't?"

The father raised an eyebrow.

"That depends on what you're referring to. What sort of 'sense' is this?"

"I...since becoming an angel, it's like I just intuitively know where people are." He explained. "Not necessarily who is there, just that someone is within a certain radius of me."

"Are you able to see colors with this sense?"

"Sometimes. However, it takes a lot of focus and I don't seem to have the mental energy to keep it going long enough to truly understand what I'm seeing."

The father nodded.

"Angels have the ability to sense life around them. Once you become attuned to it, you'll be able to see the colors of others' souls on command and recognize who is who based on the color and form."

"That...is actually fascinating." The blonde blinked in surprise. "However, why does MC and Diavolo's life forces feel different to me?"

"I...Satan." The father fixed his gaze tightly on his son, a bad thought creeping into his mind. "What do you sense that makes their life forces different from ours?"

"I...well," The new angel was taken aback by his father's new tone. "It's hard to describe; it's almost like that their life force is...blinking?"

"...Blinking?"

The son huffed.

"I know it's a poor description. I cannot even describe the average feelings within me correctly, let alone this."

"And that's fine." Lucifer quickly reassured. "Just...try to describe it as much as you can."

Satan sighed.

"I don't know much else I can say; I just know that Diavolo's seems to blink much more strongly. MC's is...more subtle, harder to focus on. I'm with her so much that I cannot seem to ignore it anymore. It's like a...tickle on my brain that won't go away and it's become hard to focus on anything other than it."

It only took about a second to realize what his son was referring to and it honestly left the older man speechless.

"Lucifer?"

The demon released a big sigh. Why now of all times?

"Satan..." The father asked carefully. "How is MC feeling today."

The blonde went silent for a minute.

"Honestly, not the best." He admitted. "She's still in my bed. She woke up with a bad headache and some cramps, says she feels like...well to quote, her 'insides are being twisted'."

The concern was all too noticeable in the younger man's eyes. Was it the stress of all she dealt with in the Human realm followed by all the changes she discovered here?

Could this be causing some irregular pains in her? The blonde wasn't sure, but has been taking care of her the best he can.

Lucifer was both confused and tired. He believed he knew what was happening to the human, but it made no sense to him how she could possibly be this when she's only been home been home for less than a week.

"Satan...MC seems to be pregnant."

The blonde gave a look to his father, one that clearly showed that he took offensive to the older man's comment.

"There's no way she could be." His son insisted. "We haven't even..."

The younger man huffed.

"We haven't even done anything like that since before she left."

Oh devil, this was getting more difficult...

"You asked your question and I answered it." Lucifer tried keeping his tone under control. "This is why you sense both her and Diavolo in the same manner--both are pregnant--"

All of a sudden Satan rose from his seat and stomped out the door, slamming it behind him.

The father sighed and dropped his head in his hands.

Lucifer knew he had to do something about this, but devil was this poor man tired...

The princess tried focusing her eyes on the ceiling as her mind started to clear.

Something...something happened. Wasn't she...? What was it?

The woman felt she was waking up from a dream, one that she desperately needed to remember.

Do...do what? What happened?

Was...she given medicine? Did something bad happen?

Why? Why was it best for her to forget? She wants to know! Bring them back!

Luce? Did he...? What did he do? Why did he sound so...so sad?

She felt what seemed like a phantom caress on her belly as this patchy voice floated up from the fog of her mind.

Just what did Lucifer do? Something about all of this truly scared the woman. Something was wrong. Very wrong.

Her vision gradually adjusted, making the woman feel steady enough to sit up

...easier than she expected. She stared down at her belly, hidden under her nightgown.

Was it...smaller? This nightgown used to be a bit tight, but now felt baggy.

Anxiety flaring, the mother took a deep breath and rubbed her belly. It's okay. She's okay. The baby is okay. It'll all be okay

...she hoped.

Suddenly, the woman heard a crash out in the hall, followed by some yelling that was muffled by the walls.

What was going on out there?

Hands still on her belly, Diavolo stands up and cautiously approaches the door, creaking it open before poking her head out.

"...so you go work on your paranoia and keep my boyfriend's name out of your mouth!!"

Asmo?

The woman stepped out of her room and approached the group at the far end of the hallway.

"What's going on here?"

All eyes turned to the princess. Asmo was clearly angry and being held (both in comfort and restraint) by Solomon, who who seemed tired, but held a forced smile on his face. Lucifer's face went from one of exhaustion and stress to one of alarm upon seeing her. MC's eyes were thick were tears, a sight that practically begged Diavolo to help her.

And Satan...he went from looking enraged to...shocked? Pained?

Lucifer rushed to her side.

"Are you alright--"

"I'm fine." She gently brushed past him and closed in on the group. "What happened?"

Asmo readied himself to speak, but Solomon gently put a finger to his lips.

"Rosie, please." He spoke softly to his boyfriend. "Not now."

The lust demon let out a stressed sigh before hiding his face in the sorcerer's chest.

No one else spoke, causing the woman to cut passed the first couple and approach the crying human, pulling her into her arms.

"Shh, it'll be okay." She told the younger woman, holding the human close and stroking her hair.

"...I did that to you, didn't I?" Satan said to the princess, sounding like the life was being sucked out of him.

Dia followed her stepson's gaze to the Rot on her arms.

"You didn't know?" The woman's head snapped back to her fiancé. "You hid this from him?"

"I only--"

"Lucifer!" The woman scolded her fiancé for the first time ever. "You can't go around keeping secrets; it will only make things worse."

In truth, the father has kept his fiancée's illness a secret from his son, even roped MC in to being quiet about it for the time being. Lucifer knew his son would take it hard and the young man has already been through so much as it was.

The woman turned her gaze back to her stepson, who was still staring at the black, inky marks on her skin.

"Satan, look at me." Dia spoke carefully, gently raising a finger to direct him to look up at her eyes and not her forearm. "You did nothing wrong and everything's going to be okay; I need you to stay on topic and tell me what this argument is about."

The blonde glanced up at her eyes before darting away from them; all of this was just too much for him.

MC mumbled into Dia's shoulder.

"MC, say that again please?" The older woman gently leaned back so the humans words wouldn't be muffled by her embrace again.

"Satan says I'm pregnant..."

"'Says'?" The woman tightened her embrace on MC as she her gaze scanned each and every man surrounding them. "Can someone please just tell me why there was so much yelling?"

"MC cheated on me with that shady sorcerer--" Satan scowled at Solomon, only to be interrupted by Asmo.

"I told you to keep--mmff!"

Solomon covered his boyfriend's mouth, whispering sweet words in his ear to calm him.

This made no sense to the princess. Yes, Solomon was in the human world with MC, but he was supposed to be off traveling around while MC dealt with her family's issues, only checking up on her every now and again to see when she'd be ready to come back to the Devildom.

Solomon and Asmo have been dating longer than MC has even been alive. Plus, the princess has known the sorcerer for hundreds of years. The man simply has never shown any true romantic interest in anyone other than the Avatar of Lust.

Plus MC...after everything this human has done, after everything she has sacrificed for the people here, how could Satan believe she would cheat on him at all?

"And why do you think that?"

"He developed the ability to sense life energy." Lucifer answered for his son, sighing. "He came to me asking what everything he was feeling and seeing meant and I told him the odd feeling he was getting around MC was a sign that she was pregnant--"

"And she knows we haven't slept together since before she left." Satan added, bitterness seeping into his tone.

"I don't know how this happened..." The human sobbed in Dia's arms.

Suddenly, it clicked in the woman's head.

Dia pulled away from the human and looked her in the eyes.

"MC...I need to lift up your shirt. Will you let me?"

Confused, the human nodded in trust to the other woman.

Dia lifted the human's baggy sleep shirt and showed the men exactly what she predicted; MC had a belly bump, one that wasn't there yesterday.

The younger woman had visited Dia in her room yesterday. It was a hot day so the human wore a tank top that clung to her body; MC did not have this belly yesterday.

"Satan," The woman spoke calmly to her stepson, despite the stressful situation. "MC's stomach was flat yesterday when she visited me. If this was a pregnancy between two humans, this bump wouldn't just suddenly appear in less than 24hrs."

"Then...how?" This made absolutely no sense to the blonde.

"You said you were last...'intimate' before she left, correct?"

The angel's cheeks went red, but he nodded in response.

The woman sighed.

"Satan..." The princess sighed, truly sounding like a disappointed mother. "She likely conceived then, but her pregnancy couldn't progress in the Human realm. Demonic children need to absorb dark magick to form their souls and without it, their development halts. You know the Human realm isn't as dense with magick as it here; her baby couldn't develop there."

Silence fell over the whole group; the princess could shake her head at them.

"And with that solved," Solomon smiled to the group in his usual way. "Asmo and I will be heading home to take a bath and let all of this go."

The last part was clearly aimed the upset demon in his arms, who was still staring daggers at his 'brother'/nephew.

And with that the couple left, leaving the parents with the distressed younger couple.

Oh boy...

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