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Hiiii! Love your writing 😘😘 wondering if you wanted to write about mammon and a little pet play with a gentle soft Dom!AFAB Mc (or GN). Have a nice day!!!

It's Always Sunny With You (NSFW)

Summary: Mammon always takes his brothers’ harsh words head on - he doesn’t care what they have to say about him! But after overhearing his brothers talking behind his back, Mammon isn’t sure how much more he can take. Sometimes, your little puppy needs to be reminded how much you love him (and just how good he is).

Warnings: sub!mammon, dom!reader, hurt/comfort, starts out angsty with a capital A, swearing, pet play, reader calls mammon “puppy” and “pup”, mammon calls reader “master”, body worship, so so much praise

Let me know if you think I missed anything!

All characters are over 18 :) 

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Oh Mammon my sweet sweet boy :( So excited to be writing for him! He deserves all the love in the world, and sometimes he seems to forget that. Thank you so much for the request, I hope you enjoy! Sorry that there’s so much exposition, I can’t help myself sometimes…

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Mammon put up with a lot.

This much was clear - as one of the seven rulers of hell, the second oldest at that, he had a lot on his plate. No matter how idiotic, or greedy, or in his own world he acts, he does really love his brothers (don’t you go telling any of them, now!).

Which made what was happening right now hurt so much more.

He knows he isn’t the world’s best older brother - hell, he could be a pretty terrible one at that - and the way he acted 99.9% of the time reflected that. Like all the times he’s pawned off some ridiculous anime figure of Levi’s (why have it if you’re just going to keep it in the box, huh?), or one of Satan’s first edition books, or one of Lucifer’s cursed records, or-… you get the point. He certainly has a greedy streak, but he can’t help it, okay? That’s his whole shtick, for crying out loud! Sure, he tends to gamble all the money he earned from pawning their stuff, but so what if he did? He always wins it all back eventually, anyhow. Especially if he has you - his lucky treasure - at the tables with him. He swears he always wins when you’re there to cheer him on.

But you weren’t here now, were you?

No one in this family had any idea of how to have a quiet conversation; Lucifer had eyes and ears in every nook and cranny anyways, so what was the point? It’s impossible to keep a secret in this house, so there really wasn’t any point in trying.

“-he doesn’t even treat them right, have you seen how unhappy they are when they’re with him?”

“And he’s so annoying, too. They don’t want to spend every breathing second with you, y’know?”

Immediately, tears blur his vision, and he picks up his pace. Stupid Satan and stupid Leviathan and stupid stupid Mammon. Do ya even love him? He wondered, fumbling his way into his room. Was he really just as bad as they were sayin’? He curled himself up on his bed, wrapped tight in the sheets, and sobbed quietly into his pillows. He knows he doesn’t deserve you - beautiful, kind, sweet, perfect you - it was inevitable that he would lose you. He never could hold on to treasure very long, anyways, how was he going to manage to keep one as precious as you? Who would want to stay with a greedy, annoying, clingy, disaster like him anyways? You were his everything, the reason the sun rose, the air he breathes, his most valued treasure. But you had so many people around you who loved you, who could love you better than him. Hell, you have the whole Devildom wrapped around your little human finger. Not to mention the angels who flock to you like you’re their reverie, and the shady sorcerer who insisted on taking you as his apprentice. All the powerful forces of the three Realms would come to your beck and call, so why would you want to have anything to do with someone like him?

Stupid, idiot Mammon. No one could ever love someone like you, anyways.

– – –

You sighed, trying your best to discreetly glance around the table. The brothers were rowdy as always, but one voice was missing - the voice of your boyfriend. While Mammon wasn’t always the most punctual, Beel had almost obliterated all the food already, and he hadn’t even come down yet to “grace the table with the Great Mammon’s presence”. Thinking of him made you smile at your food, but your smile didn’t last for long. 

He’s never this late to dinner… you chewed the inside of your cheek, worried. I wonder if he’s okay?

“-MC, are you listening to me?”

You snap your head up from your plate, Lucifer’s piercing eyes staring you down. You flush, embarrassed, and scramble to respond.

“Y-yeah, yeah of course Lucifer! Just thinking about how dinner is so good, who made it tonight, haha? My compliments to the chef, they did a-”

“You’ve said enough. I could tell you weren’t present with us, anyways.” He glances at Mammon’s empty seat, and turns his eyes back to you. “It’s pretty obvious why.”

“Yuck, you guys are so gross!” Levi shouts, sticking his tongue out. “You know that’s normie behavior, right, MC? It’s so gross how you’re ‘in love’, or whatever-”

Lucifer rolls his eyes, ignoring Leviathan’s ranting. “Go check on him.”

You perk up, looking at him, surprised. “Really? Okay!”

Without as much as a second thought (much to the chagrin of the six brothers who were present at dinner) you throw together a plate of food and rush off to Mammon’s room. You wondered if he was sick (do demons get sick?), or maybe if he fell asleep - you knew he tended to stay out late, even on school nights. That can’t be right, you thought with a frown. He was with me last night.

Lost in your thoughts, you almost walk past his door. Double-taking, you take a few steps back and rap your knuckles on his door, to no response.

“Mammon?” Nothing.

“Hey Mammon, it’s MC! I brought you dinner, if you’d like it!”

 Still nothing.

“Mammon, are you in there…?”

A muffled “Go ‘way!” rings out, and you drop your hand that had been knocking to your side.

“At least come get your dinner, you didn’t eat!” “‘m not hungry.”

You twist the handle, noticing he didn’t lock the door. “Alright, I’m coming in there-”

“No!” you get the door about halfway open before a force is pushing it back closed. You throw your foot in the doorframe, wincing as the door tries to slam closed through your foot. Taking a peek in, you notice the room is dark. You can make out the outline of a blanket, strewn on the floor (presumably in Mammon’s hurry to close the door on you), and about nothing else. 

You push against the door, adamant this time. “Mammon, please, if you don’t want to talk to me about whatever happened yet, that’s fine, but please, at least take the food-”

The door opens just wide enough for Mammon to snatch the plate out of your hands. You don’t even see him, really - just the blur of his arm reaching around the door, and the feeling of the door once again trying to close through your foot. 

“I took the food, ya can go now-”

“Did I do something wrong?” He falls silent at your words, and you go on. “I’m sorry if I did, but please, let me make up whatever I did wrong-”

You thought that you had done something wrong? Mammon’s dumbstruck - you were perfect, you were you, why would you ever think you were the one in the wrong? Wasn’t it obvious that this was all his fault?

“...Mammon?” you sigh. “I- if you don’t want to tell me, that’s okay, I’m sorry I came to bother you, you clearly don’t want me to be here.”

He can hear your frown through the door, the tears that are probably hanging at your waterline, the dejected tone in your voice. Without thinking, he haphazardly sets the plate of food down, Diavolo knows where, and throws the door open just as you’re pulling your foot out of the frame. You blink up at him, surprised, and he immediately shrinks in on himself. He knows he’s a mess right now - ruffled hair, puffy eyes, wrinkled clothes - but he also knows that he can’t have you thinking you did something wrong. He may be a terrible boyfriend according to his brothers, but he won’t be that terrible of a boyfriend.

“Oh, honey,” you say, voice as soft as velvet, taking a few steps toward him. “Are you okay?”

And you watch as he just crumples, tears flowing openly again. He’s desperately sniffling, rubbing at his eyes, trying to get them to stop, but now that the floodgates have been opened, he can’t control them anymore. 

“Y-yeah, I’m fine, I’m the great Mammon, after all!” he responds shakily, trying his best (and failing) to hold in his tears. “Nothing shakes me, ya know that, treasure.”

You frown at him, worry written all over your face. You gently push your way into his room, and he lets you, looking everywhere but your face as you gently close the door behind you. The gentle click of the lock catches his ear, but he’s more focused on you. He winces as you click the light on, too, and hopes you don’t mind how he looks right now. He can feel your gaze on him, all of him, tearing apart whatever walls he was feebly trying to keep up. You always knew what was up, even when he wouldn’t say it. It was one of the things he loved so much about you - he didn’t have to be good with words, because you already know what he’s going to say.

He jumps slightly as your hands reach for his face, directing it at yours. His eyes still won’t meet yours, and you sigh.

“What’ll it take for my handsome boyfriend to look me in the eye, huh?” you croon sweetly. He can see the pout forming on your lips and the glint behind your eyes without even having to look. And he’s sure that you can feel the flush of his skin under your hands as blood rushes straight to his cheeks. It didn’t take much for you to fluster him, even now.

“Mammon.”

“...MC,” he conceded, allowing himself a peek at you. 

That was his first mistake. You were looking at him with such admiration, as if he had hung the moon and all the stars in the sky, and he didn’t know how to handle it. Why did you love him?

“Why do I love you? Why wouldn’t I love you?” You could tell he hadn’t meant to say that out loud, but you pushed on before he could get a word in. “You’re kind, and you’re so sweet to me, and you care about your family above anything else, and-”

“That’s not true,” he murmurs, watery eyes looking away from yours once again. “They think I’m mean, and annoying, and that I’m making you unhappy-”

“Oh, baby,” you coo, thumbing gently at his cheek. “Do I need to remind you just how perfect you are for me? My perfect boy.”

He flushes, stammering as you lead him back to his bed. There’s a noticeable dent from where he laid, unmoving, earlier, but you ignore it. Instead, you gently guide him to lay down on his back, and sit to straddle his hips. 

“I don’t know what’s got you all in your head,” you say, leaning down to hover your mouth just above his. “But I’m going to remind you just how good you are, okay?”

Before he can stammer out an “okay” of his own, your lips are crashing against his. There’s a sort of desperation behind your movements, and it has blood rushing down to his cock prematurely. He can’t help it, not when you’re straddling his hips and kissing him like your life depends on it. His hips buck when your tongue pushes into his mouth, and his shaky hands move to grasp at any part of you he can grab. They land on the plush of your hips, trying to guide you to grind down onto his already aching cock. You pull away at this, and he whines, a genuine sort of hurt hiding in the depths of his eyes.

“Baby, baby, look at me,” you murmur, cupping his cheek. “This is about you but that doesn’t mean you can break the rules. We go at my pace, okay?”

“S-sorry,” he hiccups, tears filling his waterline. “Sorry, I’ll be good for you, I’m sorry, I’ll be a good puppy, so please, don’t hate me!”

“Hate you? Honey, why would I hate you?”

You’re appalled that he would even think so lowly of you. Hate him? He didn’t show up to one dinner and you had about lost your mind! He had always been the sun - so bright and beautiful and charming - and you had just been lucky enough to have been pulled into his orbit. You didn’t hate him - hell, you revered him.

“T-that’s what they-hic-were sayin’,” he sobbed, the tears now at full force, “That I make you unhappy and that I don’t treat you right and and and-”

You interrupt again before he can spiral any further, squishing his cheeks between your fingers in an attempt to get him to slow down. 

“But did I say that baby? Did I tell you any of those things?”

He shakes his head gently, but the babbling doesn’t stop. He’s refusing to make eye contact again, and you frown, mad at yourself for not seeing the problem sooner. He had no reason to be insecure, he was the best thing that had ever happened to you, and you were just going to have to remind him of that.

“Silly Mammon,” you say, leaning down to leave a sloppy kiss on his cheek. “Does my little puppy need another reminder of just how much I love him?”

His head bobbles in a frantic yes, eyes finally finding yours again. There’s something feral sparkling in your eyes, but before he can comprehend it you’re slamming your lips back on his, your hands running down his pants to paw at his bulge. You toy with his belt a bit and he whines into your mouth, hips shifting under you in an attempt to get you to hurry up. 

You pull away, thumbing gently at his cheek. “Use your words, puppy. What do you need?”

“W-whatever you want,” he pants, his glazed over eyes struggling to meet yours. “Anything you want, please, wan’ you!”

You try to remain composed, but you can’t help the desperate shake of your hands as you fumble with his belt. You slip off of his lap, tapping his hip gently with your pointer finger as you shift off him. He lifts them for you without a word, eyes watching intently as you guide his pants and underwear off in one swift motion. You can’t help the grin from spreading across your face when his cock slaps against his abdomen. His tip is an angry red, almost purple, and fat globs of pre-cum run down the side of his cock.

“Aw, puppy, you’re already soaking for me, aren’t you? Sweet thing,” you coo, eyes never leaving his cock. “I’m going to ruin you.”

He doesn’t get more warning than that before you’re swooping down, tongue running up the throbbing vein on the underside of his cock. Your hands find his inner thighs and they twitch under your touch, trying to close around you as you slide between them. His hands scramble for purchase in the sheets as your head bobs down his length, taking him into your mouth. Another spurt of pre-cum dribbles out of his cock, and you suck it up, greedy, intent on making him fall apart under you.

“M-MC,” he stutters out between moans. “Master, please, I c-can’t take it! F-feels sho guh-good!”

You hum around him, sending vibrations coursing through him. One glance up at him and you know he’s already gone - eyes teary and glazed, hair messy, and one of his hands frantically fumbling to play with his nipple. You swirl your tongue around his leaking head and give one final bob downwards before he loses control of his hips and bucks into your mouth, painting your throat white with cum. You nurse him gently through it, suckling until his hips twitch with overstimulation. Pulling off him with a pop!, you give Mammon a lazy grin, rubbing gentle circles into his thigh with your thumb.

“Feeling better, puppy?” You murmur, kissing your way up to his mouth until you’re eye to eye, once again straddling the meat of his thighs.

He nods, and you frown down at him, unimpressed. 

“Words, pup.”

“Yeah,” he says,  dazed. “T-thank you, master, made me feel so good.”

“Good puppy,” you murmur, pecking his cheek. “Because I’m not done with you.”

He blinks up at you in surprise, and you spit on your hand, grasping at his softening cock. He winces at the contact on his sensitive cock, hands weakly moving to stop you. You grab at his wrist, giving him a warning look.

“You were doing so perfect for me, pup, what happened?” You pout down at him, giving his cock a warning squeeze. “My pretty puppy, do you think you can give me one more? Just one more, I know you can be good, hm?”

“Y-yeah, yeah, I can be g-good, hnn! So good, master, the goodest!”

He drops his hands back to his side, letting you have your way with him. Despite his earlier protests, he hardens quickly at your ministrations, tip already leaking at your touch. You lean down and press a gentle kiss to his mouth, eating up the little whimpers slipping from his maw. Once he’s sufficiently leaking all over your hand, you shift your weight, tapping his cheek to get his attention. 

“Ready, puppy?”

He blinks up at you in confusion, mouth opening to question you, but you line his cock up with your entrance and slide down, and his mouth forms a little oh instead. You flinch at the stretch, but any sort of pain quickly blurs into pleasure as you guide his tip to kiss that gooey spot inside of you. Your eyes want to flutter shut but you refuse to let them, instead basking in the drunken look on Mammon’s face. He’s clearly edging on the border of painful overstimulation and thoughtless pleasure, and when you clench around him just right, there might just be hearts in his eyes. 

“F-fuck, puppy, stretching me so good, aren’t you? Can feel you-unh!-all the way u-up here, baby.”

Your hand moves to your lower abdomen, eyes mean as you tap right where you feel him. He watches you with utter reverence, unable to look away as your pace picks up, hips rolling in a steady pattern. 

“So wet, aren’t you, puppy?” you pant, tightening your jaw to keep the moans from spilling out. “Absolutely gushing for me, gonna squirt for me like a girl?”

He opens his mouth to respond, and you slap a hand over his mouth. “Puppies don’t talk, remember? Or did I already fuck my puppy dumb?”

Your condescending tone has his eyes rolling back and his tongue lolling out, and you catch it, rolling it between your thumb and your forefinger. He’s drooling everywhere, little unh unh unh!s and masther!s slipping from his mouth. You tug on his tongue a bit, and you look him right in the eye as you spit into his mouth and let him choke on it a bit. When his eyes start to roll again, you let go, and watch him greedily swallow the mix of your spits.

“Say thank you, puppy.”

“W-woof!” he responds, and you give him a sloppy, open-mouthed kiss in return.

“Good boy, remembering my rules. How about you play with your pretty nipples as a reward, hm? And then maybe I’ll think about letting you cum.”

His head bobbles as he nods, hands messily sliding up to toy with his nipples. He rolls them between his fingers, tugging, and you see his abdomen tense as he holds back from bucking up into your soft, wet heat.

You’re not doing much better, and when his tip kisses that sweet spot inside you again, you feel yourself start to unwind. You lose your pace, desperately chasing your high as your insides spasm around him.

“C-come undone with me puppy, c’mon, won’t you-ahn!-be good for me? My best boy. You c-can cum, fuck fuck fuck! Cum.”

At your command, he lets go, filling your insides with his warm cum. You shake around him, prying your heavy eyes open to look at the blissed out expression on his face. His cheeks are streaked with dried tears and drool, and the most delicious flush spreads all the way down his chest. You run a hand through his matted hair as he comes down from his second orgasm of the night, extremely pleased with how he wearily blinks at you, eyes unfocused. 

You wince as you pull off of him, and his cum weakly dribbles out of your entrance. You roll over to lay next to him, making sure to slip your hand into his. 

You’re both absolutely disgusting - smelling of sex and covered in the evidence - but you bring his hand to your face anyways, gently kissing his knuckles.

“You know I love you more than anything, right?” You say, almost so quietly he misses it, “I hate that even for a second you doubted that.”

He tries to stop the feeling bubbling to his chest, but it’s hard to ignore when you nuzzle your face into his neck. He’s never really had the luxury to love like this, since he’s fallen to the Devildom, and it fills him with an inexplicable warmth. He rolls to face you, and he stiffens as your eyes find his.

“‘m sorry I made you worry,” he says, slinging an arm over you and pulling you closer. “I just…I’m not the best person, y’know? So I figured you finally saw that.”

You nip at the juncture when his neck meets his shoulder and he yelps.

“Don’t talk about my boyfriend like that. He’s the kindest, most loving, most exciting person to be around, and I’m the one who’s lucky to have him.”

The fierceness in your gaze catches him by surprise - why would you care so much? Sure, he’s the Great Mammon, but under all of his pizazz, he was just a boring, regular demon. Lucifer is influential, Leviathan is passionate, Satan is smart, Asmo is beautiful, Beel is strong, and Belphie (despite his brat behavior) is soft and sweet. But he didn’t bring anything to the table, not like they did.

“Stop that,” you say, louder this time. 

“Get out of your head and look at me. I wouldn’t be here if I didn’t want to be. You’re not annoying, and your brothers don’t know how much you do for them when they’re not looking. You’re an amazing brother, and the perfect partner. I love you, okay? I love you so much, my Mammon.”

“I love ya too, MC. Thank you for remindin’ me,” he huffs out, embarrassed at the tears springing to his eyes again.

He sniffles, hiding his head into your hair and pulling you closer. You hold him just as tight, and he drifts off in your arms, the tension of the day slipping away in your embrace.

– – –

“Do you think Mammon is okay?”

Lucifer glances up from his place at his desk, glasses crooked and face a little flushed. He tries his best to subtly adjust himself, and rubs at his temples, exasperated. Sometimes, being aware of everything happening in the house was more of a curse than a blessing. Your voice as you cooed at his brother was going to stick with him for eons to come.

“I can assure you, Leviathan, he is more than okay.”

Word Count: 3897

Control (NSFW)

Summary: Barbatos believes in the unwavering, whether it’s his loyalty or his belief that he is in control. GN!MC shows him otherwise.

Warnings: smut, dom!reader, name-calling, Barb has a vent (and two cocks), CBT, masochism (Barbatos), a little bit of edging, swearing

Let me know if you think I missed anything!!

All characters are over 18 :)

This is technically my first smut fic but I posted the Belphie one first because this one is vile. Like shit's nasty, buckle up y'all. I’m OBSESSED with the whole cast of obey me, so expect more of these in the future,  oopsie ;P Obey Me requests are always welcome!

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“Your tea, my lord.”

As Barbatos bows to Lord Diavolo, you watch with interest, thoughts clearly elsewhere. About how maybe you could bend him over like that. Or even possibly-

“I’ll be just outside the door if you need me, my lord.”

This snaps you out of your thoughts. You were at a private meeting with the Lord of the Devildom itself, for Diavolo's sake! You shake yourself out of your stupor and give Barbatos a polite smile, watching him (or rather, his ass) as he walks out of the room, the door shutting softly behind him. Turning your attention to Diavolo, you realize he’s been staring. You hope he hasn’t been watching for long enough to follow your eyes.

“Are you and Barbatos together?”

Clearly you hadn’t evaded his gaze. Panicking, a simple, “Pardon?” is all you can stutter out.

“Are you and Barbatos together?” he asks again, unfazed by your reddening cheeks. He even had the audacity to look a little amused, that son of a bitch. 

You and Barbatos had agreed to let the brothers connect the dots themselves. However, you hadn’t discussed the inevitability of the Devildom’s ruler finding out. “Uhm…”

“It seems my suspicions were right!” he says, a large grin spreading across his face. “Congratulations!”

“Uh, thank you, my lord,” you respond, unclear on the point of this little meeting you were having. “Is that why you called me here…?”

He looks at you, a little stunned, but quickly snaps back into his typical self. “Of course not! This is about student council work. Lucifer is one stubborn man, but even he can’t carry all the work himself. You’ve seen how his other brothers are, so would you mind-”

“Picking up some of his work?” you finish, smiling gently when he nods. “I’m one hundred percent willing, that poor man needed a break, like, a century ago.”

Diavolo sends you another smile, noticeably relaxing a bit, “Your help is really appreciated MC! I’ll have Barbatos drop by with the documents later.” He shoots you a wink and you fluster, still not used to Diavolo’s casualty about your relationship with Barbatos. You should probably warn him that the brothers have no idea whatsoever, but he’s already calling Barbatos back to show you out. You thank Dia for his hospitality, bow once for good measure, and follow Barbatos out, resisting the urge to grab his ass in front of the literal king of the Devildom. 

After the door shuts, you melt into Barbatos, letting yourself bask in his comfort. 

“Is everything alright, darling?”

God, he’s too sweet sometimes. “Of course Barb! It’s not like I just had a private meeting with the Lord of the Devildom or something.”

He snorts softly, wrapping a gentle arm around you. “What did he want to discuss?”

“Luci, that poor soul, is overworking himself again,” you say, feeling him nod against you. “I’m picking up some of his workloads so he can have some more downtime.”

“That’s very kind of you.”

“I try my best,” you murmur, snuggling further into him as you finally begin to make your way through the castle corridors. “And Luci deserves some help, he’s already got those brothers of his to handle.”

Barbatos smiles gently down at you, and you decide not to mention the fact that Dia knows about your relationship. It’s a conversation for another time, you decide, letting Barbatos lead you towards the door. As you approach the exit, he slows down, reluctant to let you go.

“Must you be leaving so soon?”

“I’m sorry sweetheart, but I’d rather not overstay my welcome,” you say, kissing him softly on the cheek. “And Dia said he would send you to the HoL with Lucy’s work overflow, so we’ll see each other soon!”

Before you can get fully out the door, Barbatos pulls you back, breathlessly kissing you. “Then I will see you later, darling.”

The door closes behind him and you are left standing, flushed, outside the castle. Slapping your cheeks, you make your way back to the HoL, praying that none of the brothers notice your physical (or emotional) state. Damn your sexy butler boyfriend, he would be the death of you.

– – –

Impatiently scrolling through your Devilgram feed, you once again check the clock. 8:30 pm. While it wasn’t necessarily late, it seemed strange that Lord Diavolo hadn’t sent Barbatos out yet. Maybe he won’t be coming today…

A knock on your door interrupts your thoughts, causing you to spring to your feet. You bolt over to the door, flinging it open with fervor, grinning when you spot your stunning boyfriend. He smiles back and, after a cursory glance to make sure no one else was in the hallway, he steps into your room. The door closes behind him, the gentle click of the lock signaling that tonight might be just as fun as you’d hoped. He hands you a stack of papers that you haphazardly place on your desk, pulling him into a fierce kiss. 

He pulls back, panting. “You should probably go over those papers-”

“When do you have to be back?” you say, staring up at him. “Do I have enough time to ruin you?”

“The young lord gave me the rest of the night off,” he says, his grin turning feral. “And I believe that I will be doing the ruining, darling.”

That just wouldn’t do. With a smirk, you spin him around and push him onto the bed, enjoying the sputtering you get back. Straddling his hips, you dive down to press a passionate kiss to his lips, all teeth and tongue. Your one hand cups his cheek while the other begins to pull his outfit apart, nearly ripping the buttons out in the process. Breaking for air, he gives you a watery smile, moving your hand out of the way and pulling the rest of his top off. You run a soft hand up and down his chest before twisting his nipple harshly, reveling in the moan your action tears out of him. Moving down, you focus your whole attention on his chest, until Barb’s nipples are puffy and his pecs are littered with marks. He paws at your shirt and you comply, already beginning to feel a taste of impatience. You roll your eyes at him but clearly aren’t objecting to getting this train moving, opting to remove the rest of your clothes while you could. He eyes you hungrily, reaching out to you in an attempt to pull you back on top of him again.

“Hands off, pretty boy,” you say, smacking his hand away. “You’ll only touch me with my permission, do you understand?”

He nods, and you shake your head in faux disappointment. “Words, baby.”

“Yes! Yes, I understand, darling, please touch me, please please please-”

You lightly smack his vent, still hidden under a few layers of clothing. Barbatos jolts, a wet patch forming at the front of his pants. You grin wide, sadistic, and land another well-placed smack on his clothed sex. You go on like this a few more times, enjoying the way his head lolled back and his pretty green eyes crossed every time you landed a hit.

“You like this, huh, pretty boy?” He nods desperately, bucking up into empty air. “Beg me, and maybe I’ll consider smacking your little vent while it’s bare. You’d like that, wouldn’t you?”

He writhes underneath you, already falling apart. “Darling please, please smack my vent again, I’ve been good, please darling!”

“You could do better than that. Try again.”

He absolutely wails, debauched. “Please, please, I’m begging you, need you to smack my dirty little vent again, wan’ it to hurt, wan’ you to show me my place-”

You yank his pants down in one swoop and hit him, hard, smiling when his cocks begin to peek out of his vent. “Such a desperate little pain slut, aren’t you?”

“YES, yes, I’m your little slut,” he cries. “Wan’ you to hurt me more, please, wanna be your good boy.”

“What happened to that cocky behavior, hm? Thought you were going to ruin me,” you say, frowning down at him. “I’m waiting, pretty baby.”

“M’sorry darling, I didn’ mean it, didn’ mean to lie,” he all but sobs, crocodile tears streaming down his face as you land another smack, making sure to tease his cocks on your way back. “‘M just your little bitch boy, just your toy-”

You grab his cocks, giving them a tug. He squeezes his eyes shut, back arching and a low moan rolling off his tongue. You grin, feral, loving the way he squirmed in your grasp, eyes begging for more. He jerks his hips up and you pout, letting go of his cocks. He lets out a screaming sob, frustration evident on his tear-streaked face.

“What happened to my good boy, huh?” you murmur, a sadistic grin imprinting itself on your face. 

“‘m sorry!!” he yelps, eyes wide and staring right up at you. “I can do better darling, I promise, please let me show you-”

“Shut up,” is the only warning he gets before you hover your sex over his face. “If you can’t even beg me properly, then you might as well do something with that dirty mouth of yours, huh, slut?”

He whines but doesn’t object, licking and sucking at your sex with such reverence that you can’t help but buck into him, letting out an involuntary whimper. Damn your boyfriend and his talented mouth.

He groans at your little noises, sending a jolt up your spine. You grab his hair harshly, reminding him who was in control.

“That’s it, baby,” you moan out, gritting your teeth. “Just like that, want to make me cum, don’t you, pretty boy? Keep going, yes, that’s it-”

Your orgasm hits like a train, your mouth opening in a silent scream as Barbatos works you through it, mouthing at you until you’re sensitive and very much overstimulated. Yanking his hair back, you feel yourself clench at the fucked out look on his face. Eyes unfocused, he blearily looks at you, a dopey grin spread across his face. You grip his hair a little harder, loving the pitchy moan that leaves his throat.

“Look at you,” you coo, moving your weary legs so that you're straddling his thighs once again. “Such a pretty little painslut, hm? Just so wet for me, can’t get off without me pushing you around.”

He nods, almost frantic, pleading for your touch, “Please darling, ‘ve been so good, such a good boy for you, please, please, touch me, touch me, I need it, need you so bad-”

He’s cut off by your hand finding one of his cocks, pulling hard. He screams, his vent spurting out copious amounts of precum. Jolting into your touch, you shove two fingers into his vent without warning, reveling in the way his back arches and his body shakes, holding back his impending orgasm.

“Aw, does my pretty little whore wanna cum?” 

“Please, please, please, can’ hold much longer, need to cum, wanna cum for you-”

He sobs as you slow your pace, pulling your fingers out of his vent but leaving your other hand on his cock. You rear back your free hand and smack his other cock, grinning as he sputters and cries. Landing another well-timed smack on his cock, your other hand begins to tug at him at ungodly speeds.

“You gonna cum, pretty baby?” His head bobs, no words but ‘please’ and ‘MC’ left in his vocabulary. “That’s it, let go for me, you can do it, sweetheart.”

He wails, both cocks jumping as you land one final smack. He explodes all over himself, coating his chest and your hands a sticky white. He can’t stop thanking you, and you stroke his hair, letting him come down from his orgasm. Sliding off his thighs, you sit next to him on the bed, smiling softly as he snuggles into your lap. You pet his hair and whisper sweet nothings to him. As he comes back down, you wiggle your way out of his hold, softening at his whine.

“I just need to clean us up, okay pretty boy?” you say, pulling open the bottom drawer on your nightstand. “Look, see? Just need to wipe us down and then we can cuddle, okay lovely?” 

He nods, reluctant, and lets you wipe him down. He watches intently the whole time, clearly beginning to drift. Once you finish with him, you haphazardly wipe yourself off, knowing Barbatos isn’t going to let you go long enough for you to shower. Throwing the soiled wipes vaguely in the direction of the trash can, you help Barbatos under the blankets and slide in next to him, pulling him to your chest. 

“Good night, love.”

All you get is a snore in return.

Word Count: 2143

Just Want You to Stay (NSFW)

Summary: Soft, sleepy sex with the sloth demon himself. MC is gender-neutral!

Warnings: smut, switch!reader, switch!belphie, swearing, dry humping, belphie's kinda ooc oops

Let me know if you think I missed anything!!

All characters are over 18 :)

Honestly, no one’s really in control, it’s just soft, morning sex haha. People always paint him as a mean dom or a bratty sub, but I really just want some soft!belphie content, is that so much to ask?? So please enjoy some ooc Belphie!! And, as always, requests for this fandom are always welcome :)

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Belphie wakes up slowly, as always. It’s dark in the attic, and Belphie wonders if maybe he should get some string lights or something to make it a little cozier. While he didn’t quite care, himself, you were staying up here with him more and more, and he wanted you to feel safe in the attic, with him. But better lighting was a thought for a different time, now was a time to drift back off, snuggled up close to you.

“Belphie?” a groggy voice murmured, startling him out of his thoughts. “G’morning, what time is it?”

He shrugs, pulling you closer. “Doesn’t matter, let’s go back to sleep.”

You groan quietly, wiggling in his hold. “I promised Asmo I would go shopping with him later, and anyway, I can’t keep brushing off my homework.”

He pouts as you begin to sit up. “Can I at least have a kiss before you go?”

You smile softly, leaning back down. “Of course.”

The kiss starts gently, neither of you being much of a morning bird. But as you start to pull away, Belphie pulls you back down desperately, whining into your mouth. You indulge him, knowing quite well where this was going. Asmo was going to have a fit, but honestly, you could care less. Your boyfriend was needy, who were you to deny him?

“Wake up horny, baby?” you tease, eyes still straining to find his features in the dark.

“Jus’ want you to stay,” he says, softly, sounding more vulnerable than you’ve ever heard him. “Please?”

You melt back into him, letting the blankets swallow you both. “Alright, but once noon hits you’ve gotta let me up, okay, bubs?”

Reluctantly, he nods and presses himself into you. You can feel the beginnings of a hard-on pressing into your leg, and you rub your thigh lazily into him, smiling as he groans. His hands are everywhere, tugging on your shirt, gripping your hip, massaging your chest. You moan softly, letting him do as he will with you. 

“‘m still tired love, think you can get off jus’ from some rubbing?” you mutter, almost condescending. 

“Whatever you want, MC, jus’ want you here with me,” he says. You could swear he sounded a little teary, but you didn’t want to point it out. You weren’t in the mood to be mean to him when he was being so honest with you, so you adjust so that your clothed sex is in line with his, groaning as his hips rolled and you got some much-needed friction.

“Could get off on your sounds alone,” Belphegor admitted, smirking at the moan that followed his statement. “Sound so pretty, feel so good.”

If you weren’t still groggy you’d have something snarky to say back, but in your current state, all you could do was press a little harder into him, matching his slow pace. Humping into each other like this, hidden in the attic where you just know Beel will smell the lingering scent of sex in the air later, felt so god damn dirty, but you couldn’t help it. If you didn’t wake up excruciatingly horny, you certainly were now. Rolling yourself into Belphegor a little harder (but, in all honesty, not much faster), you both moan. 

You could feel the tightening in your core and, based on his sounds and the way his breath was picking up, Belphegor wasn’t far behind you. His hand found your hair, pulling you into a sloppy, desperate kiss. You can’t hold back your sounds anymore, moaning into his mouth as you clench around nothing.

“Gonna cum,” you say as you pull back. “Gonna cum, wan’ you to cum with me, come on baby, please, wan’ it so bad, make a mess of yourself-”

He curses loudly as his hips stutter, pulling your orgasm out of you as well. Panting into each other, you snuggle closer, ignoring the stickiness that now coated your underwear.

“Don’t even want to clean up?” he snorted, looking down lovingly at you. 

“We’ve only got…” you peer blearily at the clock. “Shit, it’s already 12:15?!”

You wiggle out from under the blankets and out of his arms, apologizing for the sad noise he makes when you begin towards the exit. 

“Sorry darling, but I’ve got 15 minutes until I have to meet with Asmo, and I really don’t want to meet up with him smelling like sex,” you say, legs a little wobbly. “I’ll make it up to you, promise!!”

“Stay with me tonight?” he says. “‘s all I want.”

“I’d stay with you every night, sweetheart, if you’d let me,” you say before you can stop yourself. You turn away, flustered, embarrassed that your brain wasn’t awake enough to filter your thoughts.

“You’re always welcome,” he says softly, as you begin to slip out. You look up at him, eyes wide, a splitting grin overtaking your features.

“You’re never going to get rid of me,” you say, all smiles. And honestly, he wouldn’t have it any other way.

Word Count: 837

Again another shot but anyone like to rp obey me crossover with Twisted Wonderland?

Ok I'm bored PLZ anyone wanna rp "obey me" with me? It'll be great if your interested

When I first started playing I was wondering what a little kid was doing in a game like this, but after a little research(the wiki), I've concluded that luke is chillin.

Happy birthday to my fav bbg of all the bbgs 🫶🫶🫶

(I love him sm)

Facts

"n-not all men!!" you cry.

you're right. simeon the angel, a love interest in the hit mobile otome games obey me and obey me nightbringer, would NEVER treat me like this

Purgatory is Sweet Punishment

Request: Pls let Solomon and Simeon use mc like a fleshlight 😳😩👏🏻👏🏻👏🏻✨ I want to see her covered in their mess and overstimmed and begging for them

Word Count: 2.4K

A/N: a short thing!! I hope you like it:)

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Simeon watches from the doorway, his mouth pulled into a thin line as he watches you whine under Solomon, your mouth open and eyes rolled back to your head with tears shining. He hates the feeling of heat that bubbles in his stomach, golden blood that rushes through his body and settles below him.

He hadn’t meant to walk in on the both of you during your more intimate time- not that he knew what was going on. He simply thought that the two of you were studying but perhaps he should have known that the two of you were in the process of something else.

Solomon pulls out of you, his cock dripping with your sweetened nectar, as you lay under him, your hands reaching for his forward, your voice broken as you call for him to come closer. “Solo,” you whine, thrusting your hips upwards. “Don’t go, please, Solo, don’t go.” You roll your hips and clench your thighs together and Simeon finds himself enchanted by the way your cunt flutters.

“For someone who chastised us, you seem to be pretty interested,” Solomon teases, turning around and Simeon quickly averts his eyes away from you. His own cock bobs and drips with cream- either from you or him, the angel isn’t sure. “You can always join us, you know.” Solomon’s hands slip away from your grip, and he gently slides his hands down your thighs, curving against the fat and sinking his fingers into you. “They won’t mind.”

“They’re hypnotized,” Simeon hisses out, his leg jerking and causing a ripple effect where he can finally move. “It isn’t right. What if it weren’t me who walked through the door? How would you have explained yourself then? I can barely contain my rage as it is.” He finds himself at the edge of the bed, your body hot enough for him to feel without even touching you.

Solomon’s smile doesn’t falter, it only twitches upwards, his hands now gripping your thighs leaving you whining at the mere contact of it. “They consented. We’re both into this. Want to see?” Solomon taps the center of your forehead, and you take a deep breath, slowly blinking away as if a light is being shone in your face. “Are you back with us?” You nod, licking at your lips, your mouth slightly parted as you turn to face where Simeon stands.

“Oh no,” you whisper under your breath, quickly turning your gaze back to Solomon. “Why did you bring me back now?” You hissed, your hands going to cover your burning face. “Solo, please tell me this is some weird hologram that you made,” you whine beneath your palms.

“It’s the real deal,” he answers, grabbing your wrists and pulling them away from your face. His hand lets go of your wrist, letting it fall to your chest where you desperately try to cover your chest. His hand cups your cheek and forces you to turn where Simeon stands. “Come on, don’t cry.”

“You’re the absolute worst,” you mutter, your eyes closing tightly, creases appearing between your brows.

“Look at that, Simeon, they're crying. Won’t you comfort them?” Solomon asks, kissing at your knuckles. “Could you really stand to see them cry?” He doesn’t try to hide the fact that he’s pleased, the glee in his voice so thick that it makes Simeon’s face burn.

He stands still, his muscles stiff as he decides what to do. He may be an angel, but he knows what will happen if he decides to comfort you. You are his temptation, the sin that burns under his skin and haunts his every waking moment and he knows he isn’t strong enough to refuse you- especially when you’re in such an exposed and vulnerable state.

But he can’t stay. He can’t risk losing himself just because he felt that he had to wipe away your tears. Simeon can’t risk falling- he isn’t sure he’d be able to handle the heartbreak that would come from it. Yet, how can he say no to you, how can he deny you when you’re staring up at him with wide and glassy eyes and puffed lips from too many kisses.

“Simmy,” you sniffle, “please.” He isn’t sure what you’re asking of him and he doesn’t think you are either. Your hands go to clasp to the little excess of his pants, clutching it feebly in your hand and his resolve is gone.

He lowers himself to his knees, his hand replacing where Solomon held you, and he smiles gently at you. “It’s okay, my little lamb, there’s no need to cry.” The words only seem to have the opposite effect, thick tears grazing past his fingertips. “I’m not your judge, it’s okay. Please, don’t worry yourself.” He keeps his eyes on you, watching as your face scrunches when Solomon massages his cock against your clit, his hands held tightly at your hips. Simeon’s fingers brush away strands of hair that stick to your temple. “Just look at me, okay?” His mouth snaps closed when yours opens up to release a sultry moan, that is breathed against his lips. He is left staring at your face as Solomon pushes into you, curses falling past your lips as your hand goes to hold Simeon’s hand, gripping it tightly with your nails.

Your name is called by the man who is deflowering you and you turn to him, your eyes heavy with lust as your chest bounces. “Do you want Simeon to join us? Hm? Do you want Simeon to fuck that pretty, pink cunt of yours?” You nod, wrapping your legs around Solomon’s torso, keeping him trapped there as he pumps inside of you. “Don’t say it to me, say it to him. He won’t fuck you if you’re hypnotized so he’ll have to have you ask him.”

Your face is flushed, and he can hear your heart beat erratically in your chest. Your chest rises and dips as you turn to the angel, your mouth parted and already asking him to join before you can look him in the eyes. His hand burns against your skin, touching such an innocent place but to him it’s as if he’s touching something intimate, looking into your eyes as you’re fucked by a close friend of his.

“Simeon,” you gasp between the moans, your hand moving slowly as if muddled by amber, “please, just touch me.” Solomon’s moans interrupt your words as you’re pushed deeper into the bed. Your hand grasps onto the collar of his shorts and you pull him into a messy kiss. It’s teeth and tongue, saliva slipping past the corners of each other’s mouth while your hands go to cover every inch of his body that is exposed. “Simmy, just touch me,” you croak, pulling away with a thin strong of saliva connecting the both of you.

His hand is soft as it curves over your breast, his fingers brushing along a pebbled nipple. The bud is pinched, and it’s foreign in his hands, stiff and malleable at the same time, leaving you grasping at his shirt, pleading under your breath as his name is the only thing that you can say without falling apart. Your moans echo into his mouth, leaving his chest vibrating and he’s left breathless, dying at your lips as he hand kneads into your soft breast.

A puddle of white cloth is pooled around Simeon’s ankles, his body bare and radiant as he’s led onto the mattress. Hands touch at his body, tainting his holy being with sin that covers his brown skin, trails of lips that are pressed to the nape of his neck and against his own breast. Your lips are tender, pressed against his own; honeysuckle that sticks to his tongue and leaves him with aching teeth. Eyes are on him, and for once, they aren’t judgmental, they are free and full of love and he’s left hiding at the crook of your neck and holding onto Solomon’s hands, with poison that threatens to rip apart his soul and spill onto the two that are left on the bed.

“You’re allowed to touch them, you know,” Solomon says in a smile, his hand pulling away from the angels. “They want it too.” His eyes shift from Simeon to you who’s watching him with wicked eyes. “They’re dripping just at the feeling of kissing you. Show him how much you want him.”

He watches as your hand disappears between your legs, your fingers rubbing softly against your clit, your face heated and even though flushed, you still look at him. He watches how your fingers tease around your entrance, how they’re sucked inside and the soft melody of clicking sounds as you finger yourself in front of him, because of him. He watches and waits with bated breath and when you pull your hands away, translucent gossamer strings stick between your fingers. Your wrist is held in the angel’s hands and your nectar that is oh-so-sweet is placed on his tongue, his lips wrapping around your fingers, and the two humans before him watch as their angel suckles in something so sweet as if it were his final meal.

“Simeon,” you call to him, your hand outstretched, face burning as you entice him. You want nothing more than to just hold his hand, to touch him and let him feel you. “Simeon, please,” you cry, so desperate to hold his hand.

The angel turns to Solomon who pulls you to his chest, and so desperate to have your cunt filled, you align yourself to his cock, letting it nestle around your walls. “I- Is it really okay?” Simeon asks, watching as you squirm above Solomon.

“No one is here to judge you, Simeon. You’re allowed to do whatever you want to them.” Solomon holds his hand out to Simeon, his smile tempting as he curls his fingers, beckoning for Simeon to join him. “How would you like them?” Simeon furrows his brows in confusion and Solomon chuckles lightly. “You can have them vaginally-”

“It’s wrong to have premarital sex,” Simeon quickly interjects.

“So then anally?” The angel goes stiff. “Don’t worry, they’re already prepped,” Solomon mumbles. He lowers you to the bed, his cock sliding out of you, strings of arousal connecting and making his length glisten under the light of the room. “You can slip into them with ease-'' there's eagerness in his voice that the sorcerer does not try to hide- promise.” Solomon lies on his back, having you sit above him, slowly leaning over as his mouth pulls in one of your supple breasts, nursing on you as your hands reach around and grab at your bum, stretching the fat to have your taint exposed. “Just go ahead and use them. They like it when you’re rough,” he winks, capturing your lips in a kiss.

Simeon lets his cockhead kiss your hole, and it flutters around him, and the slapping of skin is enough to let him suck in a sharp breath and push himself inside of you. You moan and it’s intertwined with a sob and a call of his name and just as quick, you tighten yourself around him. Your walls are tight, gummy and clinging to the shape of his cock that curves and rises with soft bulges.

“Oh god, Simeon,” you wail, pulling away from the kiss and tilting your head backward. “Simeon, fuck- you’re so big.” There are tears in your voice and Simeon has to bite the inside of his cheeks to ignore the forming smile.

Inside of you, semen has begun to leak, iridescent and holy, filling your hole with such that makes the angel ignore the motions that are happening. He’s sinned under no one’s eyes and yet, he’s sinned to the two people who he cares for. He can feel something evil latch onto him, his need to have you call his name, to replace the name of Father with his, your voice the only thing that he can hear, along with Solomon’s grunts and breathless laughs. He’s pulled away from you and you and him whine at the loss of contact, your hands searching for him and body missing as semen leaks out of your abused holes. His shaft is cleansed of yours and his arousal and your legs are bent to your chest, your hands scratching and marring his back and he’s drowning in you, suffocating as he breeds you, burying his face into the crook of his neck and letting his teeth rip your skin.

His hand wraps around your throat, squeezing the sides and your breath is restricted. Your heartbeat rises, pulses and vibrates under his skin, your cunt tightening into something that makes it so easy for him to spill. Everything has bordered along fear and pleasure. “Sim- Simeon, Oh fuck-” your sentence is ruined by a moan, your body shaking as you mouth remains open, a thick trail of drool sliding past your bottom lip. “Simeon, Simeon,” you chant, raising your hips, your walls clinging to him and Solomon captures your lips.

He pulls away with a drunken expression, looking at Simeon who is sloppily thrusting inside of you. “Well, would you look at that- Ha,” Solomon says playfully, a hand of his squeezing at your breast. “You fucked them silly, Simeon.”

Your cunt leaks and Solomon nurses on your breast, your hand running through his hair as your sex burns, too sensitive, so close and so far. You leak in heavy strands, your body shaking as you call for both of them, whining and twisting under Simeon. Your legs ache, and you can feel him hit against your cervix, pushing so deep and so widely that you’re sure you’ll be unable to walk tomorrow.

Above you, Simeon moans, his face scrunched up as he can feel his release at the edge of him. Your cunt closes around him, clinging to his cock, and your lips capture his, tongue and teeth meet and he sobs into you, tears slipping onto your face and he spills. Your name leaves in a whimper past his lips, his hand curling above Solomon’s neck and holding it firmly, but loosely. You shake and cry, and when he pulls out of you, your body is on pins and needles as semen leaks out of you. The three of you lie in a bed and with sweat slicked bodies, you all stare up at the ceiling.

This is adorable

Drunk and tired people lie down for a bit.

Dating things with the obey me boys and Solomon

HeYy, this ones a little shorter than usual, sorry! and holy crap thank you for 40 followers! Y‘all are so sweet💋

These are small things you and the obey me boys do in your relationship! It’s kind of like small drabble ideas, but I hope you enjoy!

Lucifer

when he stays up late to work you bring him that sleep tea (yk the one he threatened you with) and then drag him to his bed while he‘s fast asleep

The next morning he‘s had an amazing nights rest and he doesn’t even know what happened

You like putting your cold hands under his shirt, or on his arm because this demon is always warm

You bought him one of those cheap candy necklaces as a joke but he wears it everywhere, everyday- he looks so happy wearing it too, even though it’s subtle

Mammon

You guys make each other handcrafted jewellery

He keeps all of it in a special box where he saves all the stuff you give him

Always when he holds your hands he intertwines his fingers with yours because it gives him reassurance that you won’t just disappear (coughhhh nightbringer)

In the morning you two literally brush your teeth while the other one is showering or something, and you list all the things you need to do today while he adds; „don’t forget to see me at my gig“ or „we also need to go shopping“; literally just some excuse to spend time with you

Leviathan

He‘s got a literal book of all your likes and dislikes, going from food to games, and always when he finds out something new, he scribbles it inside;

On a random Tuesday he pushes a gift box in your hand with something you really wanted without you even asking for it! Cutie

You make sure he gets his nutrients, so everytime he’s caught in a gaming session, you bring him food and spoonfeed him

He used to get really flustered but you do it so often he git used to it; just imagine:

„Fuck! Leronzo theres a huge spider right there! You have to destroy it!“ , Levi shouts, he slightly turns his head towards you, opens his mouth and lets you feed him, chews and starts shouting again.

Satan

You make him bookmarks that he doesn’t use, but instead he hangs them on his wall (or window) so that he can gaze at them

You probably style him, so that his outfits have a little bit of drip (sorry for that) and ever since then he looks wayyyyy more attractive

You guys name cats that you see on the street

Everytime you guys go on dates and you wear heels, you say that your feet hurt

So he made a habit of carrying you over his shoulder (like a sack), his hand around your legs, the other hand carrying your heels

Bonus points; if you’re wearing a shorter dress or skirt he puts his jacket around your legs first before carrying you- what a gentleman 🤭

Asmodeus

No matter how busy you are, every friday you guys have a spa date in his bathroom where you gossip and talk

Every time he has a new design idea he goes to you and shows you his work, because he trusts you the most obvi

Always when he does his makeup he lets you apply his lipstick because he likes the focused look on your face when you concentrate on his lips and his lips only

It‘s become a habit for him to randomly go into your room with news and just talk in the doorframe before leaving again-

Beelzebub

You guys have your own personal menu for almost every restaurant you frequent; in it you write the the name of a dish and put stars next to it, rating how much you like it with an additional picture with how it looks like

Every time he works out, he calls you to sit on his back while you do your own thing, and then he does his set of like 2000 push ups

When you go shopping he literally just holds all of your bags without complaining- and when you ask how you look in literally any outfit he says; „you look beautifu“l, EVERY SINGLE TIME

Belphegor

You made a habit of clipping back his really soft hair in some really girly pin while he sleeps because you think he looks cute

He always knows that you clip back his hair so always when he wakes up he saves the pins in a box, looking at it when he feels lonely

I‘m pretty sure Belphies actually a romantic, so every month he plans a super cheesy date for you guys, and he‘ll dress up all handsome and excitedly show you what he planned 😭

Super random but you two have matching pjs and matching socks- the pjs are like farm house animals and so are the socks-

Every time you can’t fall asleep he reads a fairytale to you and he actually changes the character voices

Solomon

You two 100% fight like a married couple, insulting each other, but when some third party person does it you guys give them the biggest glare ever

„You‘re such an idiot Solomon!“ you tell him after he explodes another potion. „Yeah Solomon, you’re an idiot!“ some random demon says, and suddenly you turn around towards them and give them the bitchiest glare ever.

You guys have really cheesy nicknames for each other as a joke; so he calls you scrumptious honeybun and you call him your sweet gum drop

You guys have so many inside jokes

Every time you guys say it, you start laughing histerically and everyone else is just like: 😟❓

Proofread!

All credits go to @belphieslavenderscentedpillow

Choose your obey me brother to help save you from some evil monster!

Obey me boy character stats. Sorry for not uploading. Thank you so much for the past support ❤️.

Intro

You’re a princess/ prince locked in a tower, oh no! Choose your prince charming to save you! He must conquer many quests and go through many hardships to save you. All of them have special strengths and abilities to help you, but also- weaknesses. Who do you choose?

Basic stats

Powers can go from 1-10. 1 being the weakest to 10 being the strongest. Character Bonuses are very useful!

Speed

IQ

Charm

Cleverness

Physical strength

Creativity

Resilience

Agility

Lucifer

Speed: 8

IQ: 9

Charm: 6

Cleverness: 4

Physical strength: 9

Creativity: 3

Resiliance: 10

Agility: 8

Bonus: Hardheaded Demon

You pick Luci? Great choice!

His strength, Resilience and general Physical attributes are amazing, and make defeating monsters like Dragons or other beastly creatures a tease.

Since he’s a smart cookie, he’ll be able to make decisions that require common sense easily, and lead him to the right path!

Buttttt there are a few issues that arise with this demon: you‘ll loose him if it comes to any challenges that require thinking outside of the box

Creativity? Not his strong suite

Neither is his charm (comparatively), which makes convincing villagers for ressources difficult.

Good thing his Bonus is hardheadedness! He‘ll talk to them long enough for them to do anything he asks them to (;

Mammon

Speed: 10

IQ: 1

Charm: 8

Cleverness: 3

Physical strength: 6

Creativity: 10

Resiliance: 6

Agility: 3

Bonus: Relentless idiot

Mammon? He‘ll take this job very seriously.

Sure he might not be the strongest.. physically

Nor will he be the most intelligent..

But he will never give up!

Saving you is the most important thing, and no matter how many times he fails.. he will never give up on you!

Is dumbness is quite lovable! And a bit pitying

Thats why villagers usually help him with the things he might require

He‘s also very creative! Will think of 1000 different solutions (even though it would be easy to solve with some common sense) until he gets the one that‘ll help him!

Sure his idiocy might make him take a little bit longer to find you but he will save you nonetheless.

Leviathan

Speed: 4

IQ: 7

Charm: 2

Cleverness: 5

Physical strength: 3

Creativity: 8

Resilience: 2

Agility: 8

Bonus: passionate fool

Alright so he‘s not the strongest (physically) nor is he the smartest cookie in the bunch or the most charming..

But you know what he is? Passionate!

His passion for you, will make him face any challenge with the utter most confidence!

Sure he might not seem that charismatic to the villagers, but his speech about his love for you blows their mind (it’s very anime protagonist like)

He‘s also very creative and agile, and a combination of that makes the perfect outmanoeuvring of the enemy

And since he has quite the avarage IQ he‘ll be able to make logical decisions 😉

Satan

Speed: 5

IQ: 10

Charm: 7

Cleverness: 8

Physical strength: 5

Resilience: 4

Agility: 7

Creativity: 9

Bonus: recourceful bookworm

You pick Satan? Brilliant!

No seriously, brilliant!

Even though he might be completely average when it comes to physical aspects, his brain preformance is very remarkable

He solves problems not only quickly but also very recoursefully!

This gives him brownie points from the villagers who not only find him incredibly charming, but also love the way he solves all their issues!

He now has a lot of recourses that he (thanks to his bonus) applies incredibly well to his problems, and finds a way to save you!

Asmodeus

Speed: 2

IQ: 5

Charm: 10

Cleverness: 8

Physical strength: 1

Resilience: 3

Creativity: 10

Agility: 5

Bonus: Loveable darling

Hm. Asmodeus is not the brightest bulb, and he’s definitely not the strongest.

His average IQ lets him solve problems in a well, average matter. But he doesn’t require his physical strength to save you, so what does he have?

Well he’s the most sociable person in the whole set!

Very charming and can talk his way into someone or somethings heart 😏

His extra bonus makes him even more likable! It gives him the ability to woo even the toughest monsters (or people)

Beelzebub

Speed: 9

IQ: 5

Charm: 7

Agility: 8

Creativity: 2

Cleverness: 2

Physical strength: 10

Resilience: 10

Bonus: Hangry Warrior

The best in physical combat, hands down.

His physique: intimidating

His strength: godlike

Plus his added bonus that gets activated when hungry: angry rampage that destroys everything

Probably just destroys the tower you’re in instead of climbing it

His intelligence is average and he’s not that clever

But his charm and his strength are enough to win this battle with ease.

Belphegor

Physical strength: 1

Cleverness: 10

Creativity: 9

IQ: 10

Speed: 1

Agility: 1

Charm: 8

Resilience: 5

Bonus: Sly fox

This guy is the most 50/50 character/ player you can find

On the one hand his physical attributes are completely useless. Literally 1s across the board

On the other hand (the right one *wink wink*) he’s the smartest (and most cunning) of the group.

His charm (that comes from no where I swear) makes villagers do his dirty work

And if that doesn’t work he‘ll manipulate his way through

Very smart: outsmarts the dragons, the puzzles and literally everything else

His special skill only improves his already crazy good manipulation skills

Only problem is if he gets caught by a dragon he’s practically toast

Thank you again for all the love on my previous posts! I appreciate all of you so much ❤️

Feel free to request something in my ask box!

I hope you enjoyed this small read, it’s a bit smaller than my usual ones but I hope you liled it nonetheless.

Proofread!

All credits go to @belphieslavenderscentedpillow

Dear Solomon

The clock was ticking rather slowly. It felt as if time was going by slower on purpose. I look out of the window, feeling an empty hole in my heart. A hole that was carved out by him.

It’s been 209 days. I mark the date on the calender, but it seems so mundane. Was it Tuesday? Thursday? Friday? Sunday? What year was it? 2019?

All I remember, all I care about is that it’s been 209 days. 209 days since I’ve seen him. 209 days since I’ve heard his voice. 209 days since I’ve touched him. 209 days since I felt his lips on mine.

It’s been 209 days.

Without him, the rain just didn’t feel the same way it did when I first felt it with him. The kiss we had, the love we shared. Now the same rain just didn’t feel like the way it used to.

I miss him.

I know it’s stupid to hold onto the past. Especially if it’s been so long since we’ve seen each other. But I can’t help but ponder why he left.

We’ve not known each other for very long. But in the time we learned about each other we learned a lot. And I loved learning more about him. I knew what makes him laugh. His favourite colour and all the places he’s been to. I knew his favourite food and his inability to make it. I knew his passions, and I knew what he liked and hated about himself. I knew..

The list could go on.

I knew him so well, but it felt as though I knew nothing at all.

He never told me about his family. I didn’t push, but that didn’t stop my curiosity from growing.

He never told me about his friends, even after I asked why.

Solomon never liked the question why.

It’s like he hates everything that has to do with it. Not only does he hate it’s presence, but he also ignores it when its high in the room.

“Why have you never told me about your friends?”

“Why do you never stay in one place for long?”

“Why do you never tell anyone about yourself?”

“Why are you upset?”

“Why do you not like them?”

“Why do you never answer my letters?”

….why do you never answer me, solomon?

209 letters.

One for each day we’ve been apart. I know he reads them: he just chooses not to answer.

100 reasons to leave.

But I just need one reason. One reason that’ll make me believe that he still loves me.

Just one reason.

It didn’t matter, really. This is a daily thing. Wondering about Solomon. I think about him, a lot. I try not to, but usually,

I forget that.

It felt as though my life was falling apart, because of me. And I missed the people in my life. I especially missed my best friend, but she was still disappointed with me, after what I did a few days ago.

I heard an aggressive knock on the door. I shift the weight to my legs and get up from my bed tiredly. Everything felt boring without him. I stalk towards the door, peaking my head through the crack. When I notice who’s face it was, my eyes go wide.

“Hello Mc.”

“ thirteen?”

Thirteen and I were close. You could call us best friends but we were more than that. We were family to each other. Through thick and thin, that’s everything we’ve been through. We’ve known each other for years.

But, we’ve grown apart.

“Hey thirteen, wanna hang out? We could go out, have dinner-“

“Sorry doll, can’t.”

“Hey thirteen wanna talk? It’s been a while.”

“Sorry Mc, busy..”

After a while, I just stopped trying. I knew she was hiding something, but I didn’t want to pry. I knew it wasn’t me she was avoiding, more like she was scared that I’d find out something about her that she didn’t want me to find out. But it still hurt.

It hurt that she didn’t trust me.

It hurt that she’s been avoiding me for the past 2 years.

It hurt that we weren’t talking after we used to talk every day.

It hurt that she didn’t even explain why she was doing it.

That’s something she and Solomon have in common.

“What are you doing here?” I didn’t mean for it to come out as roughly as it did, but you can’t control everything. I was upset, and disappointed. I’ve been wanting to talk to her for ages, but even after all those years; she still didn’t trust me, after I trusted her with my life.

Life.

Life is an interesting and beautiful thing. 209 days ago, it still was beautiful. 678 days ago was the best life’s ever been. With my best friend and Solomon.

Life is also a tricky subject for both of the people dearest to me, because every time I say, life’s beautiful, or I hope we’ll stick together, the atmosphere turns somber and depressing.

Why? I wish I knew. And if life was a tricky subject, death was a topic that was off limits for both of them. Why?

I don’t know.

“I’m sorry.” She looks at me sadly.

In retrospect, I should’ve just been the bigger person. It was probably a touchy subject for her, whatever it was she was hiding from me. So I should’ve just forgiven her.

But I was so hurt. From everything in my life right now. It’s a reason, not an excuse. But I was hurt.

From her and Solomon shutting me out of their life.

I slammed the door in her face.

I let the tears stream down on my face. I cry into the pillow. Something I’ve grown used to.

I could dream about the idea of reuniting with my friend, with my lover, but I don’t even know if they even see me that way anymore.

Do they even see me the same way I see them?

All the things I do for them, writing letters, planning dates. Everything just to be left with no answers, no love, absolutely nothing.

I get up from my gross bed, and walk towards my desk, wiping away my tears. I take out all the letters I got from Solomon, and burn them in the fireplace.

At least, that’s what I wanted to do, but instead I wrote one last letter.

Dear Solomon,

Where have you been? I’ve been waiting for your reply, but you never answer. I’m tired of waiting for you. I know you don’t love me as much as I love you, but this is cruel, even for you. All I ever needed was one reply from you, but you never answered.

MC.

Even if the letter wasn’t written with 100% of honesty, I was fine with it.

Because all I wanted, was to get a reaction out of him.

Hello! Sorry to bother you, but I saw you were wanting OB requests, so I'd thought I would submit one 🙂

Angst/Comfort with Lucifer and Beel? (Seperate pls/and romantically). MC is feeling extremely down, her mental health has declined and she just feels empty and disconnected and she doesn't understand why? And she doesn't think anyone will understand so she goes and confesses to them about it?

I apologize if it's to much, thank you 🩷

Of course! And no worries at all, I may not answer requests immediately but I'll try! So, send in a request if you have any!

This is based in the original timeline!

Warnings ;; Bad mental health, comfort from both Lucifer and Beelzebub, (kind of) stress eating in Beelzebub's part, and (technically) alcohol in Lucifer's part, proceed with caution.

Relationship ;; Romantic

Type ;; Headcanons

Lucifer ;; The Prideful Eldest

Seeing you hurt, hurt Lucifer in response.

Lucifer clearly loved you dearly, even if he may have been a little too strict at times, he did love you.

Lucifer's immediate response to your confession was a frown, said frown being replaced with a gentle and comforting smile in the end.

"I'm deeply sorry you're going through such a time, my dear. I love you, dearly. Would you like a glass of Demonus?"

The fallen angel would ask, his voice soft as he gently looked at you.

If you said yes, he'd grab his best and oldest bottle of Demonus, pouring both of you a glass.

He'd slide you the glass, silently sitting next to you in front of the fire in his private study, that hid in the House of Lamentation's library.

He would never pressure you into speaking your mind, he'd only ask that you spoke the truth when you did so.

Beelzebub ;; The Famished Sixth-Born

Beelzebub felt his heart clench inside of his chest at your confession.

He pulled his head out of the refrigerator, looking over at you with a frown.

He stood up straight, holding his left wrist to his chest with his right hand.

His silence filled the room after your heartfelt confession.

After many a moment of silence, he handed you a plate of sweet confectionaries.

"I.. may not know what you're going through exactly, but.. I can always offer you some sweets? They always help me when I feel guilty for Lilith's passing. After all, you're the one who helped me realize that it wasn't my fault. I love you for that, so much."

Beelzebub responded, taking a confection off of the plate and taking a bite.

He continued to hold the plate out to you, waiting for you to take one.

Even if you said no, he'd find something else for you to eat.

Food always helped him, so he'll try to help you with the same thing.

So, I asked a few friends of mine ( @authormars and @ivediedmorethan20times ) for an Obey Me character, and they gave me Lucifer and Diavolo. I wanted to write something, so here's this!

(gave up a little on dia's part......)

So, have you guys ever seen those videos of people playing opera songs on the piano in public? That's kind of where I went with this.

This is primarily Lucifer and Diavolo reacting to you singing opera in public, upon hearing someone playing the piano.

While the song used is primarily sung by a woman, it can be interpreted in any way.

This is based on the original timeline!

Warnings ;; None

Relationship ;; Can be viewed either way, wrote in a romantic sense though

Type ;; One-Shot, in bulleted form (because I'm not going to change it and it was originally headcanons.....)

LUCIFER ;; THE PRIDEFUL ELDEST

Lucifer decided to take you out to Ristorante Six, in order to congratulate you for your spectacular grades in RAD.

He was proud of you, and wanted to show you that. He figured it wasn't easy to get used to RAD's grading and curriculum, after all.

A few moments after the waiter delivered your food, you heard a paino start playing in the corner of the elegant restaurant.

You couldn't help but almost immediately recognize it. It was particularly famous in the human world.

Queen of the Night, one of Mozart's most famous pieces.

You cleared your throat and began to sing the lyrics, entirely in German.

Lucifer couldn't help but stop, his eyes wide as he watched you. He wasn't the only one either, the entire restaurant immediately turned toward you, even the pianist.

Lucifer slowly leaned back in his seat, a prideful smirk crossing his lips. He listened contently until you and the pianist finished.

"I never knew you excelled at opera. Believe it or not, I have a record of The Magic Flute. Would you like to borrow it sometime?"

DIAVOLO ;; THE HEAD OF THE STUDENT COUNCIL

Diavolo had decided to throw a party of complete grandeur. For what reason? He wanted to celebrate you. It came to him in a dream, despite the amount of times he's done it.

You meant a lot to him, whether you'd truly realized just how much, or not. The party wasn't any surprise, a simple show of his gratitude towards you, simply for your existence in the Devildom.

You hung out with Diavolo, watching people dance and drink and have fun. Simple chatter went back and forth between the two of you, before you piped up.

The pianist began playing another song, given the previous one ended. A song from a well-known opera. Queen of the Night, written by Mozart.

You couldn't hold back your excitement, beginning to sing along to the notes coming from the glorious ballroom's piano.

The entire ballroom seemed to watch you, surprised by the operatic sound of your voice. Diavolo stood by your side, a wide smile growing across his face as he heard you.

As soon as the song came to an end, you turned toward Diavolo, who immediately hugged you to his broad chest.

"That was wonderful! How long have you been singing opera? It was delightful! I can get you the finest pianist to practice with! I can't wait to hear more of your lovely voice!"

Imagine if you will…

Falling asleep on a random bench in RADs courtyard. Now you’re all alone and vulnerable at the mercy of any demon who walks by. Belphie comes over first and lays on you, going to sleep as well and serving as a heat pack. Then comes Beel and he stands guard to protect you both.

Asmo and Satan were taking a walk and spotted the three of you. They come over to protect you as well and to chat with Beel about the upcoming exams.

Levi is next. He came in-person for a test and doesn’t want to be alone any longer so with his brothers he goes. A few minuets after they hear Mammon approaching towards them saying that they need to get away from his human.

Lastly, Lucifer arrives to tell everyone off for not being where there supposed to be but his words die on his tongue when he sees your adorable sleeping face. Beelzebub explains that they were just protecting you since you were alone. He shakes his head at your irresponsibility but joins them all in this task and uses the time to catch up with his brothers.

You wake up then and see all of them talking amongst themselves. They all came for different reasons but stayed for you.

Why?

Because they care about you?

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Because they love you.

@kindredsv6969 this is for you! :)

IM FINALLY DONE! SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG!

I also didn't add in the Devildom equivalent of cookies, or the Devildom equivalent of the cookie ingredients. So, you can interpret this as sometime during lessons forty (40) through sixty (60), when the brothers are in the human world. But that's not necessary.

This is based in the original timeline!

Warnings ;; None!

Relationship ;; Platonic, turned Romantic

Type ;; One-Shot, Kind of a Short Story

Beelzebub ;; The Famished Sixth-Born

Beelzebub, tired and hungry, made his way toward the kitchen, shockingly finding you there before him. Now, that was a rare occurrence; usually, he beat you. "Oh, what are you doing down here? Hungry?" The red-headed demon inquired, and you nodded in response. "Yeah, I was debating on making cookies, you wanna help?"

A wide smile crossed Beel's lips, "Yeah, of course," he responded, walking closer to you. You smiled in response, "Can you get the..." You paused for just a moment, looking at the recipe in front of you. "The sugar, brown sugar, flour and salt? I can get the rest."

Beelzebub nodded once more, before grabbing the ingredients you asked for. While he grabbed those, you walked off and grabbed the butter, milk, vanilla, and chocolate chips.

You followed the recipe, with Beelzebub's help. You soon started to mix the wet ingredients with the dry ingredients, mixing in only a little at a time, just as the recipe instructed. Some way or another, the cookie dough had gotten onto your cheek during your mixing.

Beelzebub hadn't noticed until you were rolling the dough into balls and putting them onto the pan. He gave a hum and pointed at your cheek, "You've got some on your cheek"

You let out a soft laugh, "I hadn't noticed, do you mind getting me a towel?" Beel hesitated for just a moment before kissing your cheek, getting the cookie dough onto his lips. Upon pulling away from your cheek, he licked the remaining cookie dough from his lips.

You gave a light, awkward laugh as you watched him. It remained awkward and silent for just a moment until the oven beeped, signaling it was finished preheating. You jumped ever-so-slightly, before quickly popping the pan into the preheated oven.

Beel's face flushed once you turned toward him, "sorry, i didn't think about it." He said softly, trying his hardest to avert his eyes from yours. You gave a soft laugh, gently holding his face before giving a light peck to his lips.

Beel's frown quickly turned into a smile, so excited that you felt the same way toward him. He picked you up by your waist, laughing softly at your small shriek of surprise. He didn't waste a single moment, by leaning in and closing the gap for the second time that night.

Hi! Sorry to bother you and I know you just posted but could we possibly get a side characters version of the forgetful mc? Like for Diavolo, Barbatos, Simeon, and maybe Solomon? Referring to this post https://www.tumblr.com/thegayestmferintown/746129008450748416/can-you-do-an-mc-that-cant-remember-anything-it?source=share

Yup! Sure can! I'm gonna add luke as well (platonic)!

This Takes Place In The Original Timeline

Warnings ;; None, just fluff!

Relationship ;; Romantic (Platonic for Luke)

Type ;; Headcanons

DIAVOLO ;; HEAD OF THE STUDENT COUNCIL

Diavolo is definitely at a loss. He's met many people as the future Devildom King, but he's never met someone as forgetful as you.

Even though he's at a loss, he'll definitely try to help you through your time in the Devildom.

He most definitely feels as though it's his fault. Not for your faulty memory, but for putting you through all of this.

After some time, you start to grow closer and he starts to help you even more, as much as he can.

He'll try to help you with schoolwork, if you can't remember something.

But if you forget an anniversary, he's alright with that, he'll definitely understand.

He won't do anything without your permission though, so don't expect a huge party right off the bat.

BARBATOS ;; THE LOYAL BUTLER

Congratulations! You've got Barbatos himself confused!

Now, on a serious note, it does throw him off.. a lot. He won't show that, of course. But your lack of remembrance is confusing and very odd to him.

Upon first meeting, that's all you'll get, confusion that you had no idea was there.

He'd introduce himself and that was that.

Later on, he'd be very sweet, helping you when necessary and telling you things you cannot remember.

If you forget an anniversary, he wouldn't be mad or upset (not that you could see it anyway) he would simply bake you a cake with the words "Happy Anniversary, My Dear" engraved on top.

SOLOMON ;; THE WITTY SORCERER

Solomon is all over you. He's asking you all sorts of questions. What is up with you? Why do you forget so easily?

He's so old he barely remembers how humans work, okay?

He'll always do things to make your forgetfulness worse.

By putting things on higher shelves when you wrote on a note that what you were looking for was on the third shelf, etc.

Later on, he wouldn't ask many questions but he would still mess with you.

If you happened to forget your anniversary, he wouldn't mind. Although, he would be slightly upset. So, he'd make you a meal to eat. Though, through your forgetfulness, you ate it. Farewell, soldier.

SIMEON ;; THE AFFECTIONATE ANGEL

Simeon is such a sweetheart he doesn't even do anything bad.

He'll talk to you and help you through your forgetfulness by telling you certain dates and whatnot.

He is confused at first, yes, but he'll immediately help you to the best of his ability.

Later on, he'll start to make you lunches or breakfasts if you forget, and he'll always leave a note with things you'll need to remember.

If you forget an anniversary, he won't be mad, but he will take you out to a Cafe. Possibly a quiet one where you can sit in the quiet corner and just talk.

LUKE ;; THE STRICT ANGEL

Poor baby Luke is so confused. Why did you just forget who he was? He walked away for maybe five seconds?

He will help you to the best of his tiny ability though.

Though I wouldn't expect too much, he tries very hard and I think that would be enough.

If you forgot a birthday, for example, he would walk to your room with a cake, no matter who's birthday it was, yours or his. He'll bring a cake to eat with you.

can you do an mc that cant remember anything? It might be simple at first, but it causes a lot of problems since they also forget abt their birthdays, events, and ofc, their anniversaries if they get with them

my writers block has left and I am giggling and kicking my feet

I'm not gonna say anymore because I will jinx it 😭

This Takes Place In The Original Timeline

Warnings ;; None, just fluff!

Relationship ;; Romantic

Type ;; Headcanons

LUCIFER ;; THE PRIDEFUL ELDEST

Now, Lucifer is actually pretty used to things like this.

With his brothers being, well, his brothers, it's common for them to forget things

He's pretty used to watching Mammon forget a textbook and bringing it with him because Mammon's already run off.

So, when he meets you, it's nothing new. He takes care of you he says it's because he has to but we all know that's not true and makes sure that he brings things to RAD that you forget.

He's not that bothered when you forget your anniversary, because he's used to your nature.

Don't think that he won't put anything together though. He most definitely will, despite your forgetfulness.

MAMMON ;; THE SCUMMY SECOND-BORN

Mammon's pretty forgetful himself, as stated previously.

He'll forget a textbook every now and again, but important dates are most definitely engraved into his greedy little brain.

When he meets you, he's a little taken aback because of your intense forgetfulness, but he honestly gets it.

He's only a tad bit bothered by the fact that you forgot, but it stops bothering him once he remembers just how forgetful you are.

Like Lucifer, He'll most definitely put something together. It might not be as well put together as Lucifer's may be, but he tries, and that's all that matters.

LEVIATHAN ;; THE OTAKU THIRD-BORN

Levi probably wouldn't notice. Given how little he cares for your existence in the beginning of the game, I doubt he'd really notice or care at first.

While Levi isn't as forgetful, He is a bit concerned with how much you forget things, if he does happen to notice.

You'd probably be playing a game and just.. straight-up forget how to play, I think he'd start to realize it from then on.

He probably isn't much bothered by you forgetting, but he would say a couple of negative things about him just being a "nasty, yucky otaku" (same)

He probably wouldn't put anything too big together, he'd simply pull up a couple games and you'd have a gaming session together.

SATAN ;; THE CYNICAL FOURTH BORN

Now, I'd oddly think that this would kind of annoy Satan.

I mean, he's Satan. The Avatar of Wrath. You expect him to not be irritated by something like that?

Of course, he would outwardly show you his annoyance once he first meets you. Later on though, as annoying as it still may be, he'll stop showing his annoyance and hide it as best he can.

If you forget your anniversary, he might be a tad bit disappointed, but it won't show, let alone will it be any noticable.

He, like Mammon and Lucifer, will put something together. Small, maybe a cat cafe where you can read or something.

ASMODEUS ;; THE NARCISSISTIC FIFTH-BORN

Asmo might be a little concerned, believe it or not. Both in the beginning, and after you two get together.

He will be entirely concerned on just how forgetful you are. He wouldn't be surprised if you barley remember your own name. (I don't even remember my own name half the time..)

He'd be so offended if you ever forgot his name or anything about him.

You can never tell if he's genuinely offended or not.

If you happen to forget your anniversary, surprisingly, he won't judge nor will he be upset.

Like Satan, Mammon, and Lucifer, he'll put something together. Despite it being well, Asmo, he will make it a small date at Hell's Kitchen, if that's what you'd like.

BEELZEBUB ;; THE FAMISHED SIXTH-BORN

Beel's definitely forgetful himself, but in his own himbo-y way.

He'll forget very small, tiny things.

But it does kind of take him off guard by how much you forget when you first meet.

He honestly feels kind of bad.

If you forget your anniversary, he literally will not care. Not in a bad way. He just won't be angry or upset if you forgot. He'd actually be very forgiving and kind about it.

He might ask you to cook something for him, but that's really it.

Unless you actually want to celebrate it, he'll do whatever you want. He'll follow your lead.

BELPHEGOR ;; THE CATNAPPING SEVENTH-BORN

Belphie completely despises you at first, and not just because of the whole you-being-a-human thing.

You get on every single nerve when you two first meet.

Once he gets to know you, he feels bad about hating you and eventually just.. stops.

He feels bad about the fact that you barely remember anything, but he won't say anything about it.

If you forget your anniversary, he'll pull you away from whatever you're doing to take you up to the attic to take a nap with him.

He'll only explain if you ask. He'll simply say, "it's our anniversary." Before falling asleep.

Who is your fav OM character?

ooh! that's a hard one, given that it fluctuates often. as of right now though? i'd have to say satan!

Little request: the brothers reacting to MC ( not knowing tsl is based off the brothers ) saying that their favorite character from TSL is the one based off on them

Have a good day <33

YIPPEE‼️ (I'm hungry and tired, all mysteriousness/professionalism (that is not the right word, but fuck it) is out the window)

I got a tad bit lazy around Beel's part, if you couldn't tell 😭

This was written assuming all the brothers know that each Lord is based off of them.

This Takes Place In The Original Timeline

Warnings ;; None

Relationship ;; Romantic

Type ;; Headcanons

LUCIFER ;; THE PRIDEFUL ELDEST

Lucifer would be incredibly intrigued, asking you to tell him more.

He wouldn't tell you who the Lord of Corruption was based off of, but he'd heavily imply it.

In his own way, of course.

He'd listen to you ramble about the character, a prideful smirk lacing his lips.

MAMMON ;; THE SCUMMY SECOND-BORN

Mammon would probably know that the Lord of Fools was based off him.

But he'd more than likely forget, so if you brought it up, he probably wouldn't say anything until you mention something specific, and he'd remember.

He'd be giddy, and happily tell you outright. There's no doubt about it.

Something else that there's no doubt about, is the fact that he'd most definitely brag to his brothers.

LEVIATHAN ;; THE OTAKU THIRD-BORN

Levi would be so unbelievably excited that the Lord of Shadows was your favorite, and he'd start to tell you, before cutting himself off.

He truly believed that you'd hate the Lord of Shadows (or him) if he told you.

He felt he would lose his Henry. Which, the more he thought about that, oddly, he became more giddy. Not about how he might lose you, but that your favorite is the Lord of Shadows, and you're his Henry. Get what I'm saying?

But he would, subconsciously, imply it.

SATAN ;; THE CYNICAL FOURTH BORN

Satan would be very smug, and he'd brag. Mostly to Lucifer. But he'd still brag.

Even though the Lord of Masks is based off of him, Satan wouldn't deny that the Lord of Masks is his favorite.

He'd probably immediately tell you, watching your smile grow and his doing the same.

He'd wear a smirk for the next two months, possibly longer.

ASMODEUS ;; THE NARCISSISTIC FIFTH-BORN

Asmo would be ecstatic, and like Satan, he would immediately tell you.

He'd happily do your makeup just like the Lord of Lechery's, all you have to do is ask.

Don't ask how he found out exactly what the Lord of Lechery's makeup looks like.

He just knows.

BEELZEBUB ;; THE FAMISHED SIXTH-BORN

Beel's so happy! He actually really likes the Lord of Flies, mostly because he can really relate to the almost obsessive need for food.

He'll let you ramble a bit before telling you, but he'd still tell you within the same conversation.

If you can/like to cook, he's amazed and insanely happy if you cook the Lord of Flies' favorite food.

He'll also eat it in less than a single bite, but that's besides the point.

BELPHEGOR ;; THE CATNAPPING SEVENTH-BORN

Belphie's outward appearance would make it seem like he couldn't care less, but on the inside?

He's ecstatic that the Lord of Emptiness is your favorite. It's probably almost the happiest he's ever been.

He probably won't tell you at all, kind of like Levi.

Levi would've let it slip at some point, but Belphie would be determined to say nothing about who the Lord of Emptiness is based off of.

Please take your time!!

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Can I have headcanons of the 7 princes + databables(Raphael, solomon, thirteen etc) reacting when MC expresses their filipino culture? (Like telling stories about the events, cooking their favorite sultural dish, etc)

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Feel free to delete it, and please take your time!!

Hello! I am not Filipino myself, so I didn't go much into detail. Forgive me for that!

I sadly couldn't think of anything for the dateables (idk why, my mind just drew a blank)

The only dateable I could truly think of a scenario with was Barbatos, but for some reason I couldn't figure out how to write it.

This takes place in the original timeline

Warnings ;; None

Relationship ;; I wrote this in a romantic sense, but can be interpreted however!

Type ;; Headcanons

LUCIFER ;; THE PRIDEFUL ELDEST

Lucifer is very much intrigued. He would love to learn more, but he would never outright ask you.

Lucifer is far too prideful to come out and say it, so you'd have to look at his body language.

The very slight twinkle in his eye when you explain, the small but noticable genuine smile that crosses his lips.

He very much enjoys your cooking, and will compliment you subtly.

He's particularly fond of the times you'll come into his private study and sit by the fireplace while you tell him all sorts of stories.

MAMMON ;; THE SCUMMY SECOND-BORN

Oh, Mammon is all for it. He's asking you for recipes, stories, and recommending you sell both throughout the Devildom.

He's listening intently, and getting excited anytime you bring something about your culture up during conversation.

Although, if you bring it up, his face will immediately turn beet-red and he'll say something along the lines of:

"O-Of course it ain't i-interestin'! But I'm ya first man, ain't I? I g-gotta let my human yap ev'ry now 'nd again!'

He is so hopelessly in love with you, it's not even funny.

LEVIATHAN ;; THE OTAKU THIRD-BORN

I actually cannot see Leviathan being too concerned with it at first. He'd probably be more concerned with watching anime with you, reading manga with you, or playing games with you to really care about your ethnicity.

He'd more than likely start to point out characters in separate animes or games that share the same ethnicity as you.

If you were to make different Filipino meals for him, he would be absolutely over the moon. If you bring him the food, make sure you bring tissues with you.

He'd listen to your stories, occasionally making references to TSL, Ruri-Chan, or others, if possible.

All in all, He wouldn't really care at first, but he would become more interested the more time passed.

SATAN ;; THE CYNICAL FOURTH BORN

Knowing Satan, he'd probably already know a lot. And he'd hold it over Lucifer's head that he knows more about your ethnicity than he does

Besides that, he's perfectly willing to listen to your stories, even if he knows them already.

He's particularly fond of your cooking, and he will tell you that. He might point out subtle things that he'd change, but he doesn't really care if you take his advice or not. After all, he's not a chef.

If he finds any sorts of books that have to do with your ethnicity, he'd bring them to you and let you read them, after he reads them first though.

He would also love to sit down and read them with you, or to you, if you asked.

ASMODEUS ;; THE NARCISSISTIC FIFTH-BORN

Asmo just thinks it's so cute! Especially when you're cooking, or telling him stories.

He might watch himself around your food, given his public appearance, but that doesn't mean he dislikes it!

He's truly fond of your cooking, he is. He's just weary of other people's opinions.

He loves listening to your stories while he does your makeup, or his own.

Even during his 26-step skincare routine, he's probably having you come to his room so he can listen to your stories.

BEELZEBUB ;; THE FAMISHED SIXTH-BORN

Marry him. On the spot. Beel absolutely loves Human-World food, and the fact that you're willing to make it for him? Oh, he's in love.

You may have to shove him out of the kitchen because otherwise, he'll eat all of the ingredients before you can even put them together.

If he manages to stay put and not eat any of the ingredients, he's watching you cook albeit while drooling.

He literally looks like an excited puppy when you give him the food.

He chows it down quickly, and asks you for more. Make a shitton, it'll go quickly.

BELPHEGOR ;; THE CATNAPPING SEVENTH-BORN

Belphie probably couldn't care less about your culture. If his twin is happy, he's happy.

The only time he'd more than likely be interested, is if he just so happens to fall asleep to one of your stories.

He'd start to ask to you come back, and eventually he wouldn't be able to fall asleep without your stories.

Obviously, he would, but with some struggle. It's Belphie, the Avatar of Sloth we're talking about here.

He's probably pretty fond of your food, although he much prefers your stories.

Hi! Can I send an obey me ask?

Of course you can! Just make sure to remember that I don't write smut, please and thank you!

Oh my god. I literally can only think of one thing right now. And that is Obey Me. I need Obey Me requests so bad, it's not even funny 😭