#Lucifer ALWAYS came as a dead lover

[drulalovescas]

If Dean and Cas not lovers then why did Lucifer, who always appeared as a dead lover, come to Dean as Cas

[harleehazbinfics]

Dear Baby, Chapter 6

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A/N: lets start off a lil lighthearted :) Word Count: 1.4k

“And you, flip it like so!”

You bite your lip as you imitated him. You held the pan with both hands and flicked your wrists. Unfortunately, the batter on the pan sticks to the ceiling… with the two others that came before it. This earns a whistle from the former angel and a groan from you as you dropped the pan back onto the now closed stove.

“Ugh, this is no use. I’m horrible at cooking. As I expected,” you moaned rubbing your face, frustrated.

“Honestly, I’m more impressed that you can stick it up there. Your arm strength is no joke,” Lucifer jokes beside you, still staring at the kitchen ceiling eyeballing how far you got it up there, before taking over the stove to cook a new batch of pancakes.

“I’m more concerned about how I’ll feed myself without you, your majesty,” you grumble eyeing your failed cupcakes.

“Oh, nonsense. Hell can’t be managed in just one day! I’m sure you’ll get the hang of it,” he responds.

He then pushes a plate of neatly stacked pancakes towards you. You stare as he picks up the rest of the pancakes you made that were either brunt or lifted too early and sits in front of you then cuts a piece for him to take a bite.

“Ah!” you yelp, startled, “What are you doing?!”

He looks at you confused and answers, “Eating breakfast?”

“I mean- those are what I made. I don’t even think they’re edible…” you mutter, terrified that Lucifer will eat them.

“So?”

He replied so simply and steadily before eating the pancake with burnt edges with a shrug that it had you stunned.

“Hurry! Spit it out!” you yell clutching onto his arm.

He only stared at you dead in the eye, as he showed you, he swallowed it and stuck out his forked tongue. You groan once again, defeated by your stubborn boss. While you wallowed in your self-pity, Lucifer leaned his cheek against his palm and looked at you. You were being so adorable with your head down and face covered by your fluffy locks. He just couldn’t resist teasing you when he got reactions like this from you.

“Why should I? It was your first time cooking, moreover, you tried to cook for the both of us. It’s my first time eating something just for me,” he lamented as he looked at you with clear fondness.

You then blushed at the look he gave you. It was so gentle and warm. It made think you could’ve misunderstood him and his intention. However, you looked at him with sadness.

With a pause, you cautiously asked him, “You and Lilith never cooked like this in the kitchen?”

He huffs a laugh and replies, “No. Despite our happiness painted on these walls, we never were close like this after the fall. She was there controlling demons while I just stayed in my room finding a distraction,” he sighs, “Charlie coming into our life was a blessing. We tried to get better but… We just couldn’t align morally. So, we split.”

It felt so heavy in your heart after he explained. It clearly showed how desperate Lucifer wanted them to go back as lovers. They were undoubtedly in-love but in their circumstances, they lost who they were and how they used to be. It was heartbreaking for even if you were just a person passing by in their lives.

Or so you thought.

“Then I had you.”

You looked at him surprised. What did he just say? You must be hearing things. Maybe he just said it as a close friend. Thanking you for pulling him out of his melancholy—

“I like you, (Y/n) and I won’t hide that,” he confesses finally looking away from you, almost ashamed, “You made my life so much better. I feel like I could finally breathe. Of course, that’s not just the only reason why I like you...”

You felt a fluttering in your chest as you took in his words. How your feelings were being reciprocated. It feels strange to you. You never felt anything like this before. You’ve always looked fondly at your parents’ relationship, while they shared sweet words with honeyed eyes you couldn’t help but feel envious of them and hoped for the same if your turn ever came.

Unfortunately, your previous relationship, no, due to an unforeseen circumstance. You never got to know what your ideal love feels like. All it was just unbearable sorrow and pain. But with Lucifer. It’s comforting and beautiful… it was just like home… He made you feel light on your feet. The wounds and the heavy heart you carried. It was non-existent when you were with him. He made you feel free. He made you feel like a person again.

But…

“I’m grateful your majesty, for your feelings and I.. I do like you too. But, what about your wife? You’re still married, your majesty. I can’t do that. I—I don’t think I’ll be able to—," you cut yourself off, unable to continue with your words as you started to get devoured by the guilt and fear.

“Hey, hey,” he calls you before you spiral even further and clasped both of your hands and pulled them to his chest. Making you fall into his chest. Hands trembling and tears spilling out of your eyes causing his heart to tighten uncomfortably within his chest and hugged you with a shaky breath.

After a long time in being in each other’s embrace, he pulls back and looks down at you as you stared at him while he wiped you tear stained face.

“Can I kiss you?”

He waited for you response for a long while before I could nod. Once you did, he dips his head towards you and gently presses his lips against yours. It was sweet yet slightly charred. It must’ve been from the pancakes. He then carefully holds your waist and pulls you in closer. He was holding you as if you would break at any moment. He was shaking, letting out stuttered breaths as you kissed you feverishly.

You’ve never been kissed this gently in your life before. It was wonderful. So, wonderful you couldn’t help but tug on his sleeve closer…

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[alexxncl]

‼️NIGHTBRINGER LESSON 33 SPOILERS‼️

masterlist | all lessons | season 2 | lesson 32 | lesson 34

slight og lesson 16 spoilers

normal and hard spoilers

see i knew he wouldn't rat them out completely. he completely left out the details of the pacts and feeling used and would've taken the blame if mc and solomon hadn't stepped in to fully explain the situation

(i made a whole post about time soup here)

omg in-game name drop the devs remember the lore

i hate mephisto. have i mentioned how much i hate mephisto? bc i hate him /j

in all seriousness, we love a petty bitch. but why is it his WHOLE personality. that, and ass kissing. like we get it, you love diavolo and wanna date him and kiss him and hug him blah blah blah STAND UP

satan :((((

i wonder if he feels remnants of homesickness that he can't recognize as homesickness bc of the way he was formed. what if he's feeling homesickness right now in the timeline mc is from and is now able to understand how his brothers felt after the fall?

what if this is the first time the boys in the og timeline have felt homesick since the fall? yes, mc has left before, but there was always a guarantee that they'd return, or at least a possibility that mc could summon them. but now? there's no guarantee, and there's a time crunch

ASMO 😭 they're so unserious i love them

levi thinking he was gonna die trying to apologize and dia standing there like 🧍🏾

oh they definitely know. and if both dia and barbatos don't know, barbatos obviously knows. bc why else wouldn't barbatos suggest portaling mc to the human world himself? and i bet lucifer's wondering the same thing given his confusion on how fast the conversation came and went

got to see my wife, i can die happily now

WHY IS THERE NO AFFINITY FOR HER GODDAMN IT

or the other side characters ig but i care about her more

SEE SEE I TOLD YOU!!! nightbringer you sneaky bitch

oh that's scary...real scary. if belphie's got lucifer this fucked up, how strong are his powers ??

WAR FLASHBACKS

also this means he didn't lose control of his powers, he's choosing to only subdue his brothers, which is even scarier imo. like there's no way mc doesn't have some kind of ptsd from what happened in lesson 16 of the og game

imagine seeing your best friends, your found family, your partner(s) sobbing over your dead body while someone you thought you trusted is maniacally laughing at the scene, proud of murdering you

and then imagine the same person lunging for you to try and kill you after he already killed another version of you

and then imagine this

what if he wants to hurt them again? what if he wants to lock them in the attic he claimed to know nothing about in the earlier lessons? what if he feels some strange connection and sense of familarity related to it, some strange invisible force pulling him towards it and making him do the very thing that happens to him in the future?

and then BAM, they get dragged into his mindscape against their will, unsure if they'll make it back out alive, if they make it out at all

as a certified mammon lover ofc i had to put my 2 cents in

i really, really wish we got more moments of him in big brother mode. we know he cares about his brothers and will do any and everything to protect them and give them what they need, even if it means being the butt of every, and i mean every, joke

but i'm also scared that the devs are gonna use this as a way to paint belphie's breakdown on him like they did with levi's, and like they do with literally every other inconvenience or negative incident that happens in the game. every time mammon does something good, every time he tries to help, he still ends up being the butt of the joke. i just hope we can move past that with the end of belphie's breakdown

[sujofolder]

 rotten with snapdragons in his soul

adam being paranoid and you snapping at him.

— genre: angst

— warning: adam being toxic as fuck, misogynistic and in general a piece of shit

— pairing: fem reader x adam [ established relationship ]

the first man shouldn't be so agitated, specifically not at his partner ; love is confusing as shit ; he whined to lute before you two made it official. he never meant to obsessievly analyze each text message, or snap at you when you've come home later than promised. of course, adam would never admit that he's paranoid, that the fear of losing another lover gnaws at his guts, eating him alive and leaving his mind rotten with irrationality. he dosent even realize in the moment how absolutely insane he sounds, that you cannot text him at specific hours, or stay at home when your friends get together, that you cannot control who joins each social gathering. for months, you have put up with his tendencies, doing your absolute hardest to he understanding. every man would be corrupted with suspension after losing two wives to the same guy.

but at times, you wish he would have simply listened, and trusted you, that you'd never ever leave him, not like this, not in the same way they left. it certainly doesn't help that the angel adamantly refuses to share any speck of information of his past affairs, assuming it's a rough topic to talk about for your lover, you never pressed, though the explanation of them being “crazy bitches” was unsatisfactory. pressing the matter always put adam in a bad mood. so the subject was never lingered on, even if he knew every little knot of your past relationships. it was unfair, but it seemed to settle his suspension. so you've allowed it to happen.

“but that fucker has nothing on me? im like— so much more badass, right babe?”

“of course adam.”

it was a regular occurrence, god forbid you happen to run into one of your exes, he'd be seething with jealousy. blaming you for planning to leave him, that you are just like all those bitches who 'couldn't handle the real deal', and each single time, you came knocking at the door, and cooing his anxieties. It was exhausting, but you persevered day after day in hopes it'll come to an end, through winters and summers. but it never did, he leaned behind you when texting, when talking to friends, when speaking to sale man, and woman alike. no one was free from his suspensions. and with the passage of time, you've grown more and more upset, but never showed so. keeping the rage built up deep in your soul, unallowing its explosion.

snapping one day was inevitable. yet, you hoped regardless that your own rage would be kinder to the man you truly loved so dealy.

you've come home later than usual, exhausted, a dead phone in your fingers, knowing already the sight that would stand at the door once itll open ; adam, who's already delusioned himself into some cruel sob story of another love who left him for the king of hell, somehow, you never met lucifer, but knowing the first man himself, he had found a way to connect the unconnectable dots.

“where the fuck have you been!?” adam shouted, throwing his hands in the air the second you walked in.

giving him a tired smile, doing your absolute hardest to keep the voice that left your lips soft and comforting, “sorry, adam, my battery died, i tried calling you through my friend's phone, but they didn't have the number saved.”

still unconvinced, the angel snatched the dead phone from your hold, not caring how stupid he looked, he has promised himself not to be stupid enough to fall for another trap of a misfortuned relationship. he didn't hear you yelp in surprise as he flipped the phone around, it was indeed out of battery. excuse proven to be correct. but something inside his stomach chimed as he glared at you up and down. “how would I know you've not been whoring around?”

sighing in exhaustion that was fitting for a lover who went through those interrogations every few days, you spoke, “adam, please— not today.”

still as distrusting as ever, adam's eyebrows knitted together for a frown, questioning the motives behind your dismissal. “..so.. youre seeing someone else?”

“no, fucking hell, no, im just— tired.” your tone unintentionally carried an agitated edge to it, perhaps this is what raised his suspicion even more. after all, both lilith and eve had been secretive. to the first man on earth, if something wasn't fully comprehended by him, it was against him.

“tired?” adam repeated.

“yes, tired, now please, let it go.”

usually, you had not been so dismissive, perhaps it was the building hatred towards his constant distrusting nature. dismissive to adam meant proof that something was hidden beneath the surface, sometimes it almost felt like he wanted to find out that you had cheated so his efforts to obsess over non existed scenarios wouldn't be seen as pathetic. and yet, he couldn't stop. teeth gritted through each word, “babe, don't fucking lie to me, something is up, i can feel it.”

“you feel incorrectly! im not fucking cheating on you! just leave me alone!” neither did you intend to shout back, yelling at him only seemed to fuel his infatuation with the false idea that one day you'd cheat on him too.

“what are you being so pissy about than?”

for some reason, you snapped, not particularly enjoying the constant questioning you've had to endure for months on end. “why am i being pissy?! why are YOU being such a fucking asshole?! you never trust me! you inspect every little thing i do! its frustrating!”

adam's anger boiled over, eyes narrowing in a display of irrationality, you've never yelled at him before, in all the months of dating, you had put up with his behavior, adam never treated yelling well, it ripped his insides into fiery pits, and awakened more of the terrifying concept that one day you'd leave him for another man. but the man would never admit how truly petrified he is, how the mere idea of such turnout makes the blood in his body freeze, emotions never are his thing, opening up was never his thing. maybe it should have, adam hates how much he knows he's being messy, but being left twice by two woman had already made the first human feel so pathetically replaceable, he couldn't feel that way again, he simply couldn't. and he'd do everything in his power not to. even if it means destruction. he'd tear healthy hearts apart under the false assumption that they might be temporary.

“frustrating?! you are the one who keeps things away from me! not telling me where you've been and shit! and— not answering my phone!”

“my phone died, i told you! i cant keep tabs all the time, i have my life, the same way you have yours!” fighting against all forces of nature to keep the burning ache of rage deep inside your stomach, it'll be nothing but useless, and yet, even a worm turns if pushed hard enough.

“its not the same thing!” your boyfriend desperately objected and already knowing his train of thought, the next argument was the inevitable misogynistic comment to save himself the shame of his own paranoia, “youre a woman! you are meant to answer me immediately and fulfill my requests!”

at this words, it broke free. all the restrains you have been containing for months unleashed like a rapid beast, you had grown cruel in your mind, and now, your words came to match, spatting out the worst insult that can be spoken to a man you claim to love, and do, “GOD you are so fucking annoying! sometimes i look at you and understand why two women made specifically for you, built to became your wives, left you behind for another man! the same man at that! It's pathetic!”

no words could describe adam's expression, his own face paled, and you swore it matched his white rope. regret came as quick as the rugged breaths your body struggled to inhale. never did anyone see the first man cry, high seraphims, ex wives, nor even lute, but at this moment, tears resurfaced in those golden eyes of his, his halo dimmed slightly, “adam— wait— i ” the words immediately left your shaky lips, as a hand reached forward to touch him, and he shoved it away in one foul swat.

“save it.”

the words uttered with such hatred that had no place for forgiveness, and you knew, there was no change of reconciliation, and yet, the guilt in your stomach refused to let this be the end. “adam— please, hear me out—”

“i said— save it, i dont need your cheap apologies.”

his voice was stiff, each syllable tasteful with unmistakable disdain, one that this time left no place for love. perhaps it had to be that way, you told yourself, even as he left the apartment and snapped the door tightly behind him so loud your forced your ears shut at the sound by placing palms on them. and yet, the guilt was unforgiving, knowing why it happened still didn't stop the shame, it only provided a reason, but a reasoning is useless when your boyfriend won't return his calls or texts for days now, no matter how many times you apologized, he still hasn't even spared a glance at the message, or at your name ringing at his phone, forcing himself not to care. lute questioned him, as she figured something had occurred between the two of you, but adam only replied with,

“shes just another crazy bitch couldnt handle the real deal.”

[sister-lucifer]

hey yk how u did that dry humping with lucifer from obey me can u do it but with belphie or asmodeus

Inexplicably Needy 

Read the Lucifer version here 

Asmodeus* x Male reader

Genre: Smut 

Summary: Asmodeus can’t hold back, he needs you to make him cum now, in any way possible 

Content/Warnings: dry humping, thigh riding, a hint of dom reader

*Asmodeus is AFAB and uses he/she pronouns 

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

Asmodeus was certainly no stranger to arousal. There was always a little thumping beat in the back of his head that gave his cheeks a little flush, but that was normal for the Avatar of Lust. There were a few times, though, where Asmodeus forgot to tend to his sexual health. Sometimes he would get too busy with schoolwork or photoshoots or modeling gigs and he simply could not make time for his human lover or to visit the succubi. Usually it would only take a day to two for her to feel better, but if left unchecked it could have visceral physical consequences.

That was how she found herself here, whimpering in a mess of blankets on her bed while knuckle deep in her cunt. She had been trying and trying for hours now, but no matter how many toys she used or how deep she hit with her fingers nothing would give her release. He grew more frustrated with each failed attempt, desperate tears beginning to well up in his eyes as he practically wailed in desperation. 

She had spam texted you over and over again, but you hadn’t even seen her messages. It seemed your errands were keeping you busy, and Asmo had given up on reaching you. He would simply have to wait for you to come home, however long that may be. Fortunately, only a few moments after he had retracted his hand, staring at it as it glistened wetly in the light, she heard a familiar voice from outside her door.

“Asmodeus, I’m home! I—“ You stopped dead in your tracks as you took in the scene in front of you. 

Asmodeus, legs spread wide and bottom half completely naked, blankets and sheets and pillows all strewn about carelessly, her needy pussy soaking the bed beneath her. 

“Oh, human! I need you, I need you now!” He whined, holding his arms out to you but unable to move himself from the bed. 

You sat down on the edge of the bed, opening your mouth to ask Asmo what she needed but you didn’t get the chance before she was climbing into your lap. Her bare cunt rubbed against your leg, leaving a wet spot on your pants where she was desperately grinding into you. 

“What took you so long, human?!” He yelped, voice shaky as he wrapped his arms around you. “I messaged you a million times!” 

“I’m so sorry, Asmo. My DDD died while I was out,” You explained. “But I’m here now, and I want to help. Wouldn’t you rather ride m—“

Asmodeus cut you off, breaths heavy and loud with her strain. 

“I’ve been trying for so long, human! I’ve been doing everything I could to cum but I couldn’t; I want your cock, really I do, but I just need to cum first…” 

You could see how desperate she was. Even in your most intense sessions Asmodeus always kept some composure, but this was something entirely new. He was rutting into you like crazy, every little movement making him mewl with long awaited pleasure. He rocked your body along with his from the sheer force and speed of his actions. 

You sighed, leaning back on your hands and letting him brace himself against your chest. One hand came down to toy with his clit, making him arch his back. 

“Yes, yes! More, baby, please!” She pleaded as she pushed against your touch as much as she could. “Oh yes, that’s exactly what I need!” 

You could feel him soaking through the fabric of your pants into your bare leg. Maybe it was just a magic demon thing, but god did he get crazy wet. Not that it wasn’t incredibly arousing, of course. You could even hear the soft, wet squelching noises his cunt made every time he pushed into your thigh. 

He began to push on your chest, encouraging you to lay back. You took the hint, relaxing into the welcoming feeling of the lavish bed. Asmodeus shifted a bit, moving up and instead positioning her bare cunt over your bulge that was now straining against your pants so hard you could’ve popped the zipper. 

Her excited grinding had you gripping onto her out of instinct. It was like Asmo’s lust and need was rubbing off onto you, making you feel confined in your clothes that had fit comfortably just a few minutes ago. 

She leaned down to pull you into a deep kiss, waisting no time pushing her tongue past your lips. She held your face with one hand and your hair with the other, giving it a tug every now and then. He moaned your name against your lips, intertwined with soft pleas for more. 

You grabbed her hips and began guiding them, pressing them hard into your bulge and forcing a broken moan from her throat. He buried his face in your neck as he whispered out a warning of his fast approaching release. 

“Oh, I’m gonna cum…finally, finally…o-oh…” 

Normally Asmodeus had a much better tolerance, but even he had his limits. He wasn’t going to hold himself back from this, he needed it, and you would gladly let him have it. 

“Go on then, Asmo. Make yourself cum.” 

Asmodeus shuttered at the filthy words, a lopsided, love-drunk smile crossing her face. 

“Oh, my human, you know just what I need to hear…” 

It wasn’t long before his whimpers and whines were crescendoing into wails. He cried out your name with the last of his voice, still grinding his hips with devilish fervor until his orgasm had completely finished. Even then, he couldn’t help but buck into you every now and then. She has never, not in a thousand years been rocked by pleasure the way she was then.

It was magical. 

You allowed her to catch her break for a few moments before speaking.

“You alright, princess?“ 

She nodded, melting into your warm body as she finally relaxed. 

“Yes, yes…I’m alright…my, I don’t think i’ve ever experienced anything like that…” 

You couldn’t help but chuckle under your breath, shifting beneath him and bringing a hand up to stroke his back. 

“Well, you got what you wanted, didn’t you? I’m sure you feel much better.” 

“Oh, no!” Asmodeus protested, making you quirk a brow in confusion. “Not at all! After everything I’ve been through alone, you owe me much more than that. I’m thinking…one orgasm for every S.O.S. message I didn’t get a reply to?” 

[littledollll]

Hello!! I'm a huge fan of your work, your writing is amazing!!!! ❤️ I have a request if that's ok, I was wondering if you could do a lucifer x human reader where r is out walking in the dead gardens and a demon ends up hurting them pretty bad. Luci hears r screams and comes to the rescue and kinda freaks out because r is hurt bad and becomes really protective over r and makes an example of the demon to show what happens when enyone trys to hurt luci's lover. Please and thank you!! 😊

I’ll cover you

Lucifer x mortal!reader

A/n: i didnt rly know how to go about this since I already made this concept in my mini series “little angel” so I apologize for how long it took.

Warnings: injury, vague descriptions of violence

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You enjoyed your freedom to roam the kingdom as you wished. Being with the ruler of hell meant that you had a very busy partner, and as expected making friends in hell wasn’t all that easy.

Your favorite place was the dead gardens. Peace in hell was hard to come by, but you always found it there. Most subjects were uninterested in such a place, which made it a perfect place for you.

Maybe you had gotten too comfortable, accustomed to the peace in the gardens, let your guard down a little too low. Big mistake to do so in hell, you quickly learned your lesson.

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You couldn’t understand how it possibly all happened. You swore you were alone, that the gardens were safe, that you would be safe. One second. It took one second for a quiet walk to turn into screams, thrashing and fighting, wounds and blood.

Pinpointing where the pain was coming from seemed impossible, it was everywhere, that sharp stabbing pain, the dull ache all over your body. Dizziness took over any rational thinking, you couldn’t move, much less fight.

You felt so utterly hopeless against the demon. You could see the sadistic smile on their face at the sound of your screams, like your torture was just their entertainment for me evening.

You were free of pain in an instant. Taken into their arms seemingly hiding you, protecting you, from the world. You allowed your eyes to slip shut in the comfort of their warmth, and Lucifer wasted no time carrying you inside.

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When your eyes pealed open you quickly realized you were back in the safety of your shared chambers. Strangely enough you felt well rested, but still a little dazed. You could feel Lucifer’s hand tracing circles on your back as you laid against them.

“He’s been imprisoned and chained, how would you like us to proceed?” Came Mazikeen’s voice, devoid of any formalities, as her eyes quickly darted to you, and back to Lucifer.

“I want him dead. Gutted and presented. Make an example of this, Mazikeen. Make sure they understand very well what happens when they touch what is mine. I want his skull saved and placed as decoration in the throne room.” You could barely focus as they gave demands, you just knew they were filled with wrath, their words were venom.

You heard no reply paired with the sound of her boots fading away. You hid further into Lucifer’s warmth and wordlessly they allowed their wings to wrap around you.

Lucifer refused to leave your side. Not now that you needed them and never again. Lucifer couldn’t get your screams out of their head. In their time in hell they’ve heard plenty, been witness and participant of harsh punishments, they were convinced they’d heard it all, that they were desensitized. Until then.

From now they’d be your personal protection, you wouldn’t move out of a room without them with you and the dead gardens were to be banned from all subjects. Maybe it was a little much but they refused to allow anything like this to happen again.

It was strange, to be able to feel their heart beat so wildly, the usual sticky sweet smile they wore or complete poker face were both gone. For once you could read them clearly without trying. And it only made you hug them closer.

You wanted to calm that thrashing heart. To hear their voice sound calm and sweet once again, you needed them to know they did save you, they haven’t failed. “I’m okay, you have me Lucifer, I’m okay.”

Lucifer sighed with a nod, their hold on you releasing the slightest bit so they could look at you. “From this moment until the end of time, I promise you will never be hurt again, my heart.”

You knew that. You’ve never felt safer than when you’re by their side.

[mirrorofagony]

Condition of Solitude.

He said the prayer out of memory. Gabriel doing the crossing motion towards Pete’s grave. Then ro the other dead after the incident.

But that prayer had continued.

To each dead person, to each person and to each child of theirs.

Rick always thought he was crazy for doing a prayer for an abuser. Gabriel always explained with, “All of Gods children deserve to have a prayer. So long as they accept it, and worship rhat prayer to the Heavens light. If they don’t, then they shall burn in the pits of hell for all of eternity.”

Daryl questions on Gabriel for why he believes in God. Gabriel always explained with, “He is my lord and Savior. He helped me in so many ways, that I wish to continue to worship him. Now, it is alright if you don’t believe him. I am sure he will still love you either way, Mister Dixon.”

Rosita questions on why she loved Gabriel. The Priest always explained with, “Because God made us happen. You are the Eve to my Adam. Even if we are apart, we are destined to be lovers. At least friends, at the most.”

But no ever questions on how he was with the Lord. At least not anymore.

Gabriel sat onto the many benches in the Church. He looked at the ceiling, seeing God with his angels. All bowing down to him. Gabriel wondered so many questions.

Was he respected?

Was he loved by the Lord?

Did he still forgave him?

Did God, Jehova himself, forgive Gabriel? Or was he simply a messenger?

“There you are.” Aaron spoke out as Gabriel perked up. “I wanted to talk to you on something. It’s about Ezekiel’s tiger, Shiva.”

Gabriel stood up, his hands folded in front of his lap. “What is it?” He walked towards the wallless hallway that separates the benches.

“Does God make sure all animals cross or something like that? I was just.. thinking.. Maybe you can bless Shiva’s leash before Ezekiel gives it to Ezra.” Aaron explained, shyly smile as he tried to seem confident.

But Gabriel spoke up. “Yes. Yes, of course. But are you doing this so I can keep busy, so for Ezekiel’s mourning upon Shiva?”

Aaron paused, furrowing his eyebrows before shaking his head. “N-No, I would never do that. I just figured that it would make Ezekiel happier that Shiva is in a better place. This world.. Gabriel.. Is in ruined. We need anything for reassurance. Even if we don’t believe it.”

Gabriel didn’t want to believe in Aaron’s comforting words. He was not believing in God no more- or at least feeling the connection that once was. He spoke up but was interrupted by the man.

“I know it has been rough recently. With the commonwealth and all. But I assure you, Gabriel. You help us a lot more than you realize.” Aaron stated softly. His lips frowning. “You.. You know that, right?”

Gabriel gave Aaron a look of pain. A broken look. The blinded eye tearing up, so did the other eye. However the Grey pupil showed more pain than the other. Gabriel was going to cry.

That’s when Aaron engulfed him with a hug. Gabriel grasped onto the others torso. His hands gripping onto the flannel shirt, his body shaking.

“Gabriel, you are so worth living.” Aaron spoke out loud, not letting Gabriel move from the hug. And was grateful that the other didn’t. “You helped us.. So much..” He even felt his own eyes tear up.

Gabriel began to cry and sob, whimpering and whine out from the other praises. He wanted this. God heard him. He had heard him and this is what he deserves.

The devil attempted to hurt him. Lucifer and his holy demons, trying to pull him away from his family. Gabriel originally thought that he was just worthless- a simple messenger. Nothing more but a machine to comfort people.

But here was his comfort.

The Ar Goetia stared at him for a long time.

But now.

Here came the Holy Angels, battling off the seventy-two demons.

But even still then.

Gabriel believed that the devil had helped him in ways as well.

Aaron pulled the hug away and Gabriel rubbed his eyes with his head. He whimpered and nodded. “I- I just- it felt like I was just God’s messenger. Like I was supposed to do his dirty work. It was the reason why I just- grew so distant!”

Aaron shook his head. “If anything, with how long you have survived out there and in Alexandria, God has loved you. More than you can realize.”

God did love him.

He did.

“You have a child, Gabriel. Coco.” “You have a close ex, and not a lot of people get that.” “You have so many things, you need to realize that.”

“..But when will I realize that.. Religion possibly doesn’t exist..?” The intrusive thought pondered.

[artzee-bee]

Not going anywhere | Lucifer Morningstar x reader

Fandom: Lucifer

Request:” Hi i have request for you ,Lucifer and the reader have a big fight they are married, and this fight it's lucifer fault The reader leaves home and Lucifer decides to give her space After a few days, he goes to the reader and realizes that she has been missing for a few days,When the person behind all this claims that the reader is dead and gives them a her body . Everyone thinks that the reader is dead and Lucifer He gets depressed and thinks it's all his fault , and after a few days, the thieves release the singer and the reader goes to Lucifer.Lucifer first thinks it is an imagination and then apologizes to the reader Thank you so much”

Genre: Angst with happy ending

Warnings: kidnapping, death

~~~

Your intention had never been to start a fight. All you wanted an explanation (preferably one that also made sense) and an apology, but apparently that was too much to ask, because as soon as you voiced your opinion, Lucifer went up in flames

“Don’t start this again!”

“I dislike it just as much as you do but what I hate more is being cancelled on, AGAIN, through a text message no less!”

“It was an emergency!”

“It’s always an emergency Lucifer! It’s starting to sound a lot like work means more to you than I do!” “The detective needs me, damn it!” your husband yelled

“And she has you! Every day of every week! All I ask for is one date night and for the past month you’ve done nothing but avoid committing to one or backing out at the last second! I’m tired of being your second choice Lucifer! I’m your wife and you are my husband, I love you to the ends of the world, I just wish you'd say no to Decker from time to time...”

“I’m saving people’s lives Y/N. So if you’re not on your deathbed, other people are and they need me now!” as he said this, Lucifer walked right past you and into your bedroom, seemingly ignorant to the painful words he’d just said. You looked around the living room, vision blurry with tears, your chest heavy with anger and disgust. You rushed towards the elevator.

“When you find time in your busy schedule and feel like being my spouse again, let me know!” the elevator door closed before Lucifer could say anything

~~~

When Lucifer woke up the next morning to a cold and empty bed, he didn’t think much of it.Truthfully, he was still kind of pissed at the attitude you had given him a day before, so he got dressed as usual and went to the precinct, assuming you’ll be home by nightfall.

Except when he got home that night, he stopped by Lux first, which ended up like it always does: with him sucked into an endless cycle of booze and dancing, that lasted until well into the night. When he did enter the penthouse eventually, he found it empty. Exactly the way he had left it in the morning. Even the tie he had left on the floor, after deciding last minute that it didn’t go with his suit, was untouched. Now this was curious, but still, Lucifer felt like you must be playing hard to get. He sent you one text message, before going to bed

“Call me when you can!”

The day after that, he figured his part was done! By reaching out first, he had already made a big compromise, so now it was your turn! To reach out, come home! But that didn’t happen that day, or the day after that.

Three days after the text message,Lucifer was getting worried. He was looking at his phone every other minute. Always making sure he hadn’t accidently put it on silent or missed any texts. He sent more messages, telling you he was sorry and that he wanted you to come home. That he would listen and spend more time with you, promising luxurious dates and weekend trips, if only you forgave him. You didn’t even open the messages.

“Lucifer are you listening?” Decker was insanely annoyed at her partner’s lack of concentration

“Sorry detective. I’ve...I’ve got a lot on my mind”

“Well, better get it out of the way now, so that we can move on to our case!” she said, cleaning out her desk quickly, before resting back into her chair “Talk to me!”

“It’s Y/N. I’m worried about her!”

“Why?” “We...had a fight a couple days ago and she left. She hasn’t come back since”

“Have you heard from her at all?”

“No…” Lucifer said, embarrassed at his own lack of care for you. He should have called you earlier, reached out more! He should have tried harder!

“How long had she been missing for?”

“4...maybe 5 days…”

“Lucifer, are you sane? And you’re only telling me now?!” Chloe jumped from her seat, turning on her computer

“I thought she needed space! I thought she was avoiding me intentionally cause she was angry! I didn’t know…” Lucifer choked back a sob, not wanting to break down in tears in the middle of the precinct

“Lucifer!” Chloe caught hold of his hand “I’m gonna find her! I promise you!” A few days later, she did. Well, more like Y/n came to her, in the shape of a pretty little gift box left on Decker's doorstep.

“A lil too late on your case detective” read the note attached to it. 

Inside were Y/N’s clothes, all of them stained with dark, dried blood. Y/N was declared dead that day and the case was closed. At her funeral, only her closests friends were present. Lucifer wanted it to be as intimate as possible.

That day was also the first time anyone had seen Lucifer, since the news. His eyes were bloodshot and the dark circles under his eyes almost matched the black suit he was wearing. Throughout the ceremony he kept twisting his wedding band, a habit he’d picked up on since you went missing. He chose not to do a speech, but once the crowd disappeared, and he was left face to face with your grave, he pulled out a little piece of paper from his pocket and sat down on the grass.

“In hell, everyone feared me. There, I was nothing but another server of the universe, ruling over an empire I never really wanted, because I never had a choice. So eventually I left, thinking anywhere will be better than what I had, and I came to earth.

I ran into you about 2 weeks later, before I really even knew how to behave myself. Before I knew anything about who I really was besides ‘the devil’. I longed to know, grow and discovers different sides of me, where I could be something new, and you gave it to me. You made me who I never thought I could possibly be. You made me a lover. I never thought of myself as capable to love anyone, in any degree, but your light shone everywhere you went and your kindness touched me and everyone around you. It became impossible to not get infatuated with your person. I allowed you to see and feel around every dark corner of my soul and being and every time I thought it was the end. Everytime I would take in your touch as if it was the last, I would prepare myself for abandonment, but it never came. Through everything you stood by my side and when I felt my darkest, you gave me a fistful of your light and that was enough to keep me going. You married a broken man and called him perfect, despite everyone telling you how much of a foul you were. Even then, you shooed them away. Even then you chose me. I wasn’t worthy of your love or your trust and our last night together proved it.

You’re not here anymore to hear my apologies and I’ll never forgive myself for it. You’ve gone now somewhere I can not follow, but I know you are well taken care of there. I hope, someway, somehow, you’ll hear these words: I am sorry. I loved you with my entire soul. Not listening to you was the biggest mistake of my life and I’ll never forgive myself. I choose however, to remember you as you were, because I know that’s what you’d want. I’ll remember you and your laugh.I’ll remember our date nights and shopping sprees. Nights in Lux or on the penthouse balcony. I’ll remember all the meals you prepared for me and the flirtatious remarks you used to make, because you thought they were so silly. I’ll remember the little frown on your face whenever you worked on an important project for work and I’ll remember every evening walk around the block you’d make me accompany you on. I know I always complained about them, but they were always fun. Everything I ever did with you was always fun.

I loved you. I still do. You are my everything Y/N. Thank you for devoting yourself to me in all the ways that you did. I’ll forever live on in my heart.“

~~~

It had been months since your disappearance. After all this time, you finally managed to escape your kidnappers and report them to the New York police station, since that’s where you had been held hostage for so long. As soon as the paperwork was done and you were sure that the people who ruined you were getting the punishment they deserved, you jumped on a train and headed straight back home. Straight to Lucifer.

Lux looked exactly the same as you had left it. You were washed over by a wave of comfort that almost brought you to tears. Home. You never thought you’d get to step in here again. Overwhelmed, you took a seat on one of the couches, allowing your head to rest back on it, as you took in every detail of your surroundings: the feel of the leather on your fingertips, the cool breeze of the air conditioning, the warm lights. Everything was still here.

“Y/N?” you jumped at the sound

“Hi love…” your voice broke as you said those words. Words you never thought you would be able to mutter again. The sight of your husband, messy as he was, made you weak in the knees. He was standing at the top of the staircase, dressed in nothing but his robe, tied carelessly around his waist. He had probably just woken up. You wanted to say something again, but before you could, he laughed

“Nope” he said simply, before making his way down the stairs and to the bar “I’m not doing this. Not today, not ever!” Lucifer filled his glass to the top with bourbon, before turning around and trying to leave back to where he came from

“Lucifer, it's me!”

“Sure you are, except you’re not real! Nice of dad, taking my ability to stay endlessly sober, getting me drunk, forcing visions of my dead wife onto me to teach me another lesson about managing my emotions. Real clever, except this is too much! So I’m going to enter that elevator and I expect to never have to see you again, hum? Right, well, au revoir now!” he continued on his way, but before he could get far, you were clutching on the silk tie of his robe. Lucifer felt the tug around his waist and turned around slowly to look at you, this time a little more unsure. As if he was trying to figure you out

“Lucifer, I’m Y/N. I escaped”

“Escaped? But that’s impossible, she died! I saw it-”

“What you saw was a bloody shirt!” he looked up to meet your gaze, tears already forming “They lied to you Lucifer”

Finally, it seemed like he had connected all of the pieces of the puzzle. The glass of alcohol fell to the ground and your husband wrapped you in a big hug for the first time in months. He nuzzled his head in your hair and took in your scent, your figure, your warmth. Hell, you were even more perfect that he remembered! Silent tears fell down both of your cheeks as you collapsed to the ground, still holding onto each other for dear life

“I’m so sorry” Lucifer sobbed in your hair “I’m so so sorry”

“It wasn’t your fault Luci”

“If I hadn’t been a jerk you wouldn’t have left! If I would have simply listened to you, they wouldn’t have gotten to you! You would’ve stayed here, where you belong! You would have stayed with me but instead I was too busy with my stupid job and the stupid cases and I’m sorry! I’m sorry I’m sorry I’m sorry” he continued crying on your shoulder as you rubbed small circles on his back

“I’m here now my love” you whispered, kissing his cheek “And I’m not going anywhere”

[gotnofucks]

(updated 26 October 2021)

MARVEL 

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Steve Rogers

One-Shots

Choose :  Steve realizes he can’t let you go when you’re stuck in a safe house with him (dark!steve x reader)

Ball's In Your Court : Steve and Y/n have been playing games for years. But now that Rogers is acting like a little bitch, Y/n throws him a curve ball that will either make them or break them.

Pot of Gold : You went broke and bet your pussy.

Special Training : Steve takes special interest in your training (dark!Steve x Reader)

Nectar: Steve's waited a long time to have you again after the birth of your daughter. (soft!dark King Steve x Reader)

Their Poison : A billionaire, a sorcerer and a soldier walk into a bar. Their only poison of choice is you. (Dark!Steve x dark!Tony x dark!Stephen x reader)

The Airport Cliché : You make sure your love story has the necessary cliché to make it legit.

No One's Bitch: If Steve thought you'll bend to his will, he was dead wrong. This kitty has some claws (dark!Steve x Reader)

Bartered: You were his, despite wearing another man's ring on your hand. (Dark!Steve x Reader)

Renewing Vows: Steve reminds you of your promises as his wife. (Dark!Steve x Reader)

Colour Me Red: Your boss is chasing you like the proverbial hound of hell, and one vibrant shade of red is going to be his undoing, and yours.

Midnight Adventures: He thinks you’re trying to escape him, even though he’d made it clear who you belong to. Though the truth is far more innocuous than that. (soft!dark Steve x Reader)

Lover's Quarrel: You have the powers to resurrect if you’ve been murdered, and a jealous Steve Rogers indulges heavily in your abilities. He would not let you steal his best friend, that was for sure. So what, if your rivalry regularly caused fire and harm to public property? You just couldn’t let the other win.

The Journey to Daddy: Five times you call Steve 'daddy', and one time he asks you to.

In Mind and Heart : When your former supersoldier lover shows up at your door a year later, the last thing you expect him to do is ask for another fuck. You let in him because of friendship, and he refused to let you go because of love. This was not how it was supposed to go. (Soft!dark Steve x Reader)

Murder at the Whorehouse : When Sergeant Barnes assigns you a murder case at the brothel, you didn’t know you’d cross paths with Steve Rogers who was a bigger mystery than the case itself. (Ft. Stucky x Reader)

Series

At His Alter: You fall in love with a man already belonging to someone else. (Priest!Steve)

Condemned To Him: It’s hard to love someone you were meant to hate. But Steve doesn’t care, and he will have your love no matter how much you deny it. (soft!dark!Steve x Reader)

Happily Ever After : Steve won't take no for an answer (dark!Steve x Reader)

Happily Ever After-2 : You are welcomed in your new life, as the bride of Steve Rogers (dark!Steve x Reader)

Drabbles/Blurbs/Headcanons

Post Traumatic Fuck Fest (Steve Rogers)

Please Hurt me (Mob!Steve Rogers)

Peeping Tom (Steve Rogers)

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Bucky Barnes

One-Shots

Madness, Thy name is Barnes: You and Bucky put on a show for the team

Night Ritual : You and Bucky have a night time ritual

Lovely Shade of Green : Jealousy is a very good look on your boyfriend

Fallen Together : Bucky and you spend a winter morning in each other's arms

Hide-And-Eat : Nothing stops Bucky when he's hungry for you.

Gluttony is a Sin : You and Bucky put a little something extra in your food and Sam learns Gluttony is a sin for a reason

Promised to Him : You return back to your town after years, hoping to start anew. But faces of the past reappear, set to fulfill promises you had made years ago. (dark!Biker!Bucky x Reader)

To the beat of sin : In the heat of music, you do something that makes Bucky mad. He reminds you of who you belong you, but you have a lesson for him too. (rockstar!Bucky x rockstar!reader)

The Second Coming: You were about to marry the love of your life. You were ready to be happy and determined to be a good wife. But then he returned. Your past came into your life to remind you that he would never let you go, and there is little you could do to stop him. (Royal AU) (dark!Bucky x Reader, ft. Peter Parker)

A Sack of Skin: You had thought burying him would have rid you of him. But he came back to haunt you in the worst way possible. (Dark! Ghost!Bucky x Reader, Possessed!Steve x Reader)

Drabbles/Blurbs/Headcanons

A love there is no cure for (WS Bucky)

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Steve x Reader x Bucky

One-Shots

Going Against Nature : Steve and Bucky would change the laws of nature if that’s what would take to make you theirs. or: Steve and Bucky don’t like it when you smell like Peter Parker. (dark!alpha!Steve x reader, dark!alpha!Bucky x reader) A/B/O

Meet the Parents : You're daddies little girl and Peter wants to take you out (featuring Peter Parker)

Murder at the Whorehouse : When Sergeant Barnes assigns you a murder case at the brothel, you didn’t know you’d cross paths with Steve Rogers who was a bigger mystery than the case itself.

Series

•Master of His Own Fate: As far as Bucky knew, fate would not decide who you belong to. Very twisted dark soulmate AU.  (dark!Bucky x Reader, dark!Steve x Reader)

Master of His Own Fate-2

•Their Surrogate : When Steve and Bucky ask you to be the surrogate mother for their child, you couldn’t say no. (dark!Steve x Reader, dark!Bucky x Reader)

Their Surrogate - 2 Their Surrogate-3 (completed)

Drabbles/Blurbs/Headcanons

Bound and Blindfolded (Stucky x Reader)

+++++

Stephen Strange

Congruence :  Stephen and Loki want you. You are confused. Wong is an angsty person. (featuring Loki)

Their Poison : A billionaire, a sorcerer and a soldier walk into a bar. Their only poison of choice is you. (Dark!Steve x dark!Tony x dark!Stephen x reader)

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Loki

Congruence :  Stephen and Loki want you. You are confused. Wong is an angsty person. (featuring Stephen Strange)

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Tony Stark

Series

•My Little Girl:  Prince Tony hunts you on the royal hunting trip (dark!Tony Stark x reader)

My Little Girl - 2:  Prince Tony has taken you, but keeping you proves more difficult that he imagined. (dark!Tony Stark x reader, slight dark!Steve x reader)

My Little Girl-3

One-Shots

Their Poison : A billionaire, a sorcerer and a soldier walk into a bar. Their only poison of choice is you. (Dark!Steve x dark!Tony x dark!Stephen x reader)

+++++

Peter Parker

Protected : How were you to know who's a monster, who's a savior when they all hide behind a mask (dark!Peter x reader)

Meet the Parents : You're daddies little girl and Peter wants to take you out (featuring Stucky)

+++++

SamBucky

Parts of Whole: Steve would see his OTP's ship sail, even from across the grave (ft. Steve Rogers)

Sam Wilson

To Sin in Love: You're forced to choose between the man who owns your heart and the one who owns your soul. (Ft. Lucifer)

RANSOM DRYSDALE

One-Shots

One Day :  Ransom meets sub!reader but she won’t kneel for him

Thirty One Days : Ransom and you are on a month-long challenge. Who will win and what are the stakes?

The Unreformed Rake: Ransom Drysdale is a notorious rake, but he seems to have taken a shine to you. When he plans to make you his, nothing would stand in his way. No is not a word he understands. (Soft!dark Ransom x Reader)

The Fated Mate: Ransom always knew he’d be your alpha. Despite you not presenting yet, he just knew you were meant to be his. No matter how much you ran, you always found him waiting for you at the end of the line. They said it was fated, and sometimes fate was a bitch. (A/B/O)

Sleeping Beauty: He waits for sleep to claim you, so that he can do the same later (dark!Ransom Drysdale x Reader) Kinktober Day 1

Drabbles/Blurbs/Headcanons

Breeding Kink + Housewife Kink w/Ransom

ANDY BARBER

One-Shots

Golden Cage :  You asked Andy to take your case and he asked for you to give yourself to him as payment.  (soft!dark!Andy Barber x Reader)

Trespassing : You trespass on forbidden land, catching the eye of the creature that dwells within. (dark!demon!Andy Barber x Reader)

No Judgements: An Omega in heat is never fit to make a fair judgement, especially not when her delicious meat of an Alpha is concerned. (A/B/O)

His Responsibility : When you're pregnant and scared, Andy decides he will take the responsibility, whether you want it or not. (dark!Andy x reader)

A Man's World: To advance in a man’s world, you must allow one to own you. He promises you success, as long as you give yourself to him. (soft!dark!Andy Barber x Reader)

LEE BODECKER

One-Shots

Sweet Tooth : Sheriff, you and his sweet tooth

The Claiming of the Sheriff: You wanted him, he wanted you. But he was too honourable and you were too greedy. So you made the choice for both of you. (dadsbestfriend!Lee x soft!dark Reader)

Series

•Sell My Soul :  You cut a deal with the Sheriff to save your brother (dark!Lee Bodecker x Reader)

Sell My Soul -2 :  Your husbands finds a secret you’ve been keeping and he is not happy.  (dark!Lee Bodecker x Reader)

Sell My Soul - 3 : Last part to the series (soft!dark!Lee Bodecker x Reader)

Drabbles Masterlist

SHERLOCK HOLMES

One-Shots

What's Your Escape : Sherlock could never resist a mystery, especially not one as deliciously wrapped as you (dark!Sherlock Holmes x reader)

Death by Pleasure : Death by Pleasure isn't a thing. Is it? (Dark!Sherlock Holmes x Reader)

Drabbles/Blurbs/Headcanons

A worthy throne (Sherlock Holmes)

CHRIS EVANS

One-Shots

Loving Dodger : Your journey of overcoming your fear of dogs to loving Dodger.

Muse Music : Chris plays for you

Chemical Romance: Chris won't have you running away from him. You're his. He owns your heart, and now he'll own all of you.

AUGUST WALKER

One-Shots

Compromise: Your surrender to him would ensure the safety of the world (dark!August Walker x Reader)

Prometheus: You disappoint August and must make up for it

Drabbles/Blurbs/Headcanons

Pluto is not a Planet (Hades! August Walker)

LUCIFER

To Sin in Love: You're forced to choose between the man who owns your heart and the one who owns your soul. (Ft. Sam Wilson)

JAKE JENSEN

At the Dinner Table: Request: How about Jake Jensen meeting the reader's parents for the first time and since he's an adorkable idiot, chaos ensues?

Drabbles/Headcanons/Blurbs (Miscellaneous/Multi-characters and fandoms)

When you feel ugly and the boys won't have it (BB, SR, LB, TS, RD, LL, SH)

When Reader is tall and slim and not curvy (SR, BB, RD, LB, AB)

Dick Fingers (very weird ask)

Detention (Severus Snape hc)

Remedial Potions (dark! Severus Snape)

Does your mother know (Hook)

When Reader has anorexia and body image issues (BB, LB, LL)

BODY POSITIVITY CHALLENGE

[yoyoruggie]

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Pairing: obey me!Asmodeus x gn!reader

genre: angst -no comfort -

Warnings: spoilers for obey me lesson 16

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Asmodeus remembers watching from afar on how every demon once passed by. They were always talking with their friends, their chatter and laughter. Although Asmodeus is quite famous himself, a well known demon, the type to have many friends, he didn’t necessarily have any. He could’ve just walked up to people and immediately made friends, but it seemed to him as if they avoided him for some reason. Each time he tried to interact, they always flee at the end, or they break out blushing and end up fainting from his beauty.

That was, until mc came. They didn’t faint, nor flee. They looked at him as if he was a normal person, like everyone else. They didn’t treat him differently, and he enjoyed the small attention they gave him. Whenever it was talking, compliments, or going to the spa, he treasured it deeply. Asmodeus wasn’t sure of what he felt when he was around you, surely you were just an exchange student. Until he finally understood he was in love with you, he enjoyed every single moment you spent together.

He confessed, you accepted. Your life was perfect, or so he thought. Until the drama began, Lucifer.. belphegor, Beel.. when he found out about making pacts with the brothers, he thought, maybe all that time spent together was all just to free Belphegor? I mean, he wasn’t entirely upset about it, you made pacts with everyone just to free his younger brother, but then again.. we’re all those kisses and moments spent together, fake? Those photos, those memories, were they all just for play?

He felt hurt, but he wouldn’t dare doubt his lover. Then, yet again, he always had a bit of doubt. Although, what he didn’t necessarily expect was for your dead body to lay on Mammon’s hands. You laid half dead, your body reeked of blood. You were unconscious, possibly dead by now, he could see the claw marks on your neck, belphegor’s hand prints around your neck from being strangled. You weren’t breathing, there was no sign of life inside of you. That’s what scared him the most, but yet he didn’t move an inch from his exact position, he was far too afraid to move.

He had tears running down his soft reddened face, his chest was tight, it was squeezing against him. It was difficult to breathe, he gasped, before he knew it, he was full on sobbing. The fear of loosing a loved one, he’s had that despair feeling since the celestial realm. Ever since the fall, since he began the student council, the avatar of lust, it’s been that fear dragging him around like a rag doll. You, were a loved one. Asmodeus knew you weren’t granted, he didn’t take you for granted, he treated you like his lover, a decent person. You were both lovers, and you kept it a secret from everyone in campus. So, when he saw your dead body in Mammon’s arms, he could only feel that same despair feeling he felt in the celestial realm. He managed to move, he passed by the small crowd (his brothers), and the loud laughter of belphegor.

Upon the closer sight of your lifeless body, he crouched down, to face your resting face. Your non-breathing face, your bloodied, cold, beautiful face. You looked so peaceful despite the disaster, Asmodeus placed his had on your bloodied cheek. “Mammon. They aren’t.. actually dead, are they?..” Asmodeus mumbled, he was in denial there was no way you were actually dead. Mammon didn’t reply back, mammon’s lips parted but there were no words for Asmodeus to hear. Only his whimpers, that confirmed it, you really were dead.

Asmodeus couldn’t stop his loud whimpers, and those non-stopping tears that rolled down gracefully onto mc’s corpse. “ASMODEUS! YOU DIDNT ACTUALLY FALL IN LOVE WITH A HUMAN, DID YOU?” Asmodeus didn’t reply any further, he coldly glared at his younger brother with anger, and betrayal. He wanted to speak up, but no words came out, only choked sobs in pain. His clothing was getting soaked in his lover’s blood, the strong scent of blood began to disgust him.

Months, years had passed since that incident. Yet, the smell of blood never faded away.

[absolutepokemontrash]

The Demon Bros Play DND!

Who’s ready for some Stupid Headcanons?

So, the Satanic Panic of the 1980s claimed that the tabletop RPG known as Dungeons and Dragons had the power to turn your children into satanists and devil worshippers. So of course, the brothers have totally played DND after hearing about all the human world nonsense.

Lucifer the Back-up Back-up DM

He’s too busy to play this game dammit, stop inviting him! What do you mean both Satan and Simeon can’t DM the one-shot? Ugh... fine.

Despite all his UUUUUUUUGGGGHHH, Lucifer is a damn good storyteller, prepare to be immersed as hell.

Also, sorry guys, he’s a rule whore. If something’s against the rules, YOU AREN’T DOING IT.

He’s also a complete sadist who will randomly get everyone to roll perception checks for NO REASON.

Lucifer has definitely stood up and slammed his hands on the table while giving a description for extra effect, Mammon screamed and nearly fell out of his seat which REALLY ruined the mood.

“Everyone, we’re rescheduling, I’m too busy.”

He’s been a player a few times, and he’s NOT good at it. All his characters end up being really generic and boring. He’s better at being the world and everything in it, not the dummy wandering around it.

Human/fighter lookin’ motherfucker

In conclusion, he’s a good DM, but he’s probably too busy to play.

Over-Powered Self Insert (Mammon)

This game is for nerds! He’s not playin’, Levi!

Fine, his character is great and amazin’ and is also him. MC! What do these numbers mean-

Mammon’s the type of player to make his character a self insert and not take it too seriously, then get really REALLY attached as the campaign progresses.

He’s the type not to make a backstory for his character either, so go wild DM MCs!

He also both purposefully and accidentally metagames a whole bunch. Like dude, YOU know this, YOUR CHARACTER DOES NOT.

Shit he forgot his dice, can he borrow some?

“Okay MC, that’s five points of piercing damage.” “I RUN OVER AND HEAL THEM! I’LL SAVE YA MC!”

Mammon goes out of his way to save MC’s character long before it would make sense in-character to do so.

“Well, as your first man it’s my duty to save your character! You’ll probably be a blubberin’ mess if I didn’t...”

He’s not the best role player, but he’s also not the worst at it either. He tends to break character when things get too serious and he doesn’t know what to do.

Notes who? He came in here with one sheet of printer paper and it’s for doodling only.

He and Asmodeus start the tavern brawls. No question about that.

Theft is very common, he’s stealing from everyone, including but not limited to: the party, the royal guards, the dead enemies, the giant fuck-you dragon that Satan dropped in there to deter Mammon from stealing...

“I’m gonna steal that crown from the dragon.” “Roll stealth.” “Nat 20 BITCHES.” “Fuck you.”

If his character dies, may the Demon King have mercy on his greedy little soul because he’s going to mope about it for a damn long time.

Over-Powered Self Insert Again (Leviathan)

His character totally isn’t a self insert, shut up! He just looks and acts like an idealized version of himself!

He’s the one with twenty pages of character info and backstory AND the amazing commissioned art.

Levi has about 40 sets of expensive blue dice that he claims gives him the best rolls but an average session with him usually leads to roughly 10 crit fails.

While his luck with dice isn’t that good, he’s the player who will get as much out of their turn as possible, AKA break out the calculators and notes we’re doing some math.

His turn goes on for at least ten minutes because of all the shit he’s doing. When you finally think it’s over he goes “I still have my movement!”

Takes notes like a madman, every bit of lore and character info is being written down, meaning it’s a headache for everyone involved if there’s a continuity error because Levi WILL point it out.

“So you all head to the east, the great Valley of-” “Hang on, valley? In the second session you said there was a mountainous area to the east.” “Levi, shut up.”

Levi is the self appointed “guys come on let’s get back on track!” player, and whoever’s DMing is grateful to have him.

Levi is kind of the opposite of Mammon in terms of character seriousness, at first he’s taking everything super seriously and then as the campaign goes on he slowly loosens up and has some fun.

Out of curiosity one day he searches up a magical girl DND class and he’s ALL OVER IT. PLEASE LET HIM BE A MAGICAL GIRL NEXT CAMPAIGN-

Damn good at roleplaying, he’s carrying the entire in-character discussion until everyone else gets into it.

The Done With Your Bullshit DM (Satan)

So, this is the game that’s supposedly summoning him all the time despite the fact that he hadn’t been up to the human world since the 50s... what the fuck is everyone on up there?

It was the 80s, probably a lot of drugs.

When Satan DMs, you can only break the rules if it enhances the story... or if it fucks with Lucifer’s really boring character.

He will fudge dice rolls every once and a while, he also gets very attached to the characters everyone has made so he doesn’t want to perma-kill any of them unless they roll a DND quadruple natural 1 sin or something.

As attached as he gets, he isn’t above completely raging, killing everyone’s characters, and ending the session if everyone’s being annoying.

Don’t worry, your characters will be safe and sound next session once everything calms down... just don’t mention how Satan burned your character sheet right in front of you. It’s your fault if you didn’t make a second copy of your character sheet!

He’s pretty decent when it comes to improv when a player stumbles into something he didn’t plan out, but that’s not going to stop him from getting a little annoyed.

Though, if you somehow manage to get to the big bad too soon... yeah sorry, he’s got a way more dramatic fight scene planned, your player’s getting conveniently blasted out of there.

As a player, Satan is pretty decent at the game overall, but he tends to be a little aggressive if there’s an overarching mystery to be solved.

He needs to understand what’s going on! He doesn’t care if it upends the plot or it’s too early to find out! He needs to know!

His character is actually distinct and different from himself, Satan thinks it’s more interesting that way. All the books he’s read have made him a pretty awesome role player!

Satan’s notebook both as a DM and a player is filled to the brim, no detail is too insignificant to be put on the page.

Satan doesn’t fear dungeon puzzles... dungeon puzzles fear Satan.

“Are you all stupid?! This puzzle is so easy a four year old could solve it!”

I ROLL TO SEDUCE- (Asmodeus)

At first he didn’t want to play, he doesn’t play these kinds of games, sweetie. He’s too pretty.

When he’s finally convinced he puts a decent amount of effort into his character, but leaves the backstory pretty open.

Asmo would probably be the bard... right? No. He’s the warlock with the magic sugar daddy patron, and the warlock patron is spoken to as such.

“Hey baby... how’ve you been? Have I been good~?” “...”

Huh! Who woulda thought that all the bedroom roleplaying would transfer so well to DND!

Simeon is the only DM that doesn’t immediately shut this down, so Asmo will be extra inclined to play if Mr. Nice Shoulders is DMing.

When he gets really into it he buys a bunch of sparkly and very pretty dice, they bring him good luck in every roll!

Asmo has a fictional harem, no question about it. It gets to the point where Satan, Lucifer, and Simeon stop describing NPCs as attractive.

He’s rolling to seduce either way, he’s turned many an antagonist into a lover. To be fair, Asmo’s horniness has gotten everyone out of a lot of jail cells... so they can’t complain.

His notes consist of really random comments about the plot and the other players. It’s also COATED with doodles.

‘Wow, this character is such an asshole, I hope Belphie kills them.’ ‘Shit.’ ‘MC looks so cute when they play their character!!!!!!!! :D’

Poor bab forgets the rules a lot... it’s just too much to remember, okay?! How was he supposed to know that he ran out of spell slots an hour ago?!

Please help him, MC...

*Dice Cronch* (Beel)

Homeboy has been given edible dice, no question. He has also eaten the non-edible dice...

Beel goes to Satan for help with making his character, and he ends up really loving the character! :D

Problem is, he’s not that good at roleplaying... D:

“Can my character eat that person?” “Beel, no- you know what? Let me check what you’d need to roll to do that.”

I’ll save you MC part 2 electric boogaloo, but when it comes to Beel, the entire party is getting protected, no matter how little it makes sense in-character.

While Beel does take notes, a lot of them don’t end up being very important for later events. For example, he’ll jot down stuff about the layout in one room, but it turns out he didn’t take notes for the room that was actually going to be used for a boss fight.

He’s always nice to the NPCs, shame Belphie doesn’t show them the same courtesy.

Murder Hobo (Belphie)

Chaotic evil.

“Belphie, your character’s alignment is neutral good, remember?” “Fuck that, this guy’s annoying me.”

If Belphie doesn’t like an NPC, it’s up to the rest of the party to stop him from derailing the campaign and killing them.

He has space themed dice because cow-man likes space and thought they were pretty.

Notes? NOTES? You think Belphegor, the Avatar of SLOTH, takes notes? HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA-

He’s drooling all over the notebook... ew. Someone wake him up and tell him it’s his turn.

He puts about 35% effort forth to make a halfway decent character, and approximately 4% effort to actually roleplay.

Belphie sleeps through important plot details so he’s almost always really confused. He’ll turn to MC and ask them to explain what he missed before not learning his lesson and going back to sleep.

Wake him up for the dungeon puzzles though, he and Satan love those.

“Okay, we can’t see what’s in the room because none of the conscious party members have dark vision?” “Nope, what do you do?” “...I shove Mammon inside and shut the door.” “WHAT?!”

Bonus! The Best DM (Simeon)

Our favourite angel has homebrewed this entire campaign and boy fricken howdy are these players going to enjoy it.

Simeon fudges the dice rolls to avoid anything too irreversibly bad happening, buuuuuuut he’s still a total asshole who does the random perception rolls to keep everyone on their toes.

Everyone gets a character arc god dammit, even if they don’t have a backstory, one will be provided!

He’s got a map, he’s got miniatures, he’s got dice and backup dice for the backup dice, he’s got DM notes for days!

Simeon could be a voice actor with the amount of character voices he can do, no one ever gets confused with who’s talking.

Did someone just uncover a massive bit of plot that was meant to be found out later? Good job! No harm done! Simeon’s DM improv is second to none, and the plot will adjust accordingly!

[thekillingjoke-haha]

We’re Batshit Crazy

@spnquotebingo​ Word count:1,609

Summary: Love isn't all that perfect sometimes love is crazy especially when the Hero is in love with said crazy.

Gotham AU

Jason Todd(Jensen Ackles) x Villan!Reader

Enemies and Lovers (none of that "to" bs)

Gotham Recasting: Batman=John, Dick Grayson(second Robin not first) =Sam ,Tim Drake=Adam, Joker(ledger style)=Lucifer, Harley Quinn=Lilith,ect.

Warnings: Mention of death, blood, guns, and violence

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The mad laughter rung out into the night sky as the purple Lamborghini hit corners with violently sharp turns. "Oh puddin I just love family night!~" The pale platinum blonde giggled as the man with green dyed hair licked his smiling lips. A bubble of laughter came from the back seat he turned around to see his princess looking out the small back window. "Batsy batsy batsy" Her low/high pitched giggle caused a crazy chain reaction as the bat mobile hurried to catch up. "Always ruining our fun,huh,princess?" The clown king shifted his gray-ish blue order into the mirror grinning making the scars on his face raise into a sinister smile at the look of pure chaos in his daughter's e/c eyes. "Not tonight! Not on my birthday!!" She said as she smiled reaching under the seat to pull out a Tommy gun. Climbing to the front seat sitting on her mothers lap she leaned out the passenger window. "Go back to the Rat cave your not gonna put a downer on my weekend!" Y/n yelled shooting off round towards the tires,windshield,and headlights.

The mobile didn't seem to have a scratch as as a motorcycle pulled up beside it. Slipping back in the car the younger women pouted looking at get parents. "He called his little birdie no doubt the replacements in the car." Y/n huffed as she dug around for more fire power. "Puddin we have a visitor.~" The red mask gazed at us as he lifted a forearm pistol. Shots were fired and Joker took a hard right almost like tron the motorcycle quickly turned into a ally to avoid being hit. "Sorry Princess might have to cut tonight shot." He said licking his lips as a thump came from the roof making the youngest clown snarl her eye crazed as she shot above her as the purple car swerved wildly. "YOU'RE RUINING MY BIRTHDAY,BATS!!!" Y/n cackled madly a mixture of her parents laughed till the magazine ran out.

They got to one of their warehouses where Jokers men were armed to the teeth. The clown mask had black soulless eyes and immediately fired the moment the batmobile entered. Y/n skipped out of the purple Lamborghini she got on her tippy toes and kissed her dad on the cheek. "I got the hooded punk. Can you clip the bats wings for me...a little present?!" He laughed as he armed himself with a shotgun. "Anything for my princess." The f/c sf/c female clown skipped away knowing that the motorcycle riding vigilante was hot on her tail. That's how she found herself on the roof tops jumping the gaps as heavy footfalls followed. Her loud laugh echoed as she leaped to a smaller building hiding behind a vent the moment the brown leather jacket came into view she tackled the tall man. They were both panting as a grin pulled on the clowns lips.

Y/n POV

"Caught ya,Jay bird." I giggled pulling of the helmet his apple green eyes covered by a second mask stared at me he chuckled as his hand slipped above his head in mock surrender. "Yeah you caught me,beautiful." Leaning down I kiss him my hands pushed into his cheeks my thumb running over the scarred J. We've been dating for awhile now ever since dad kidnapped the second Robin at seventeen. I was fifteen at the time and dad had me at his side as he tortured him.I was always there to stitched him up and put burn cream after shock therapy I didn't know how we got attached maybe because he wanted to rebel a little by talking to me or someone around his age saw the same if not worse shit.

Six years ago(Y/n 15 Jason 17)

"Why are you helping me?" Looking up his head was strapped down along with his arms and legs. I shrugged my shoulders I knew who he was if I wiped off the make up and temp dyed my hair I was the honor student in the same class as him. Jason Todd anyone with eyes had a thing for him,but after removing his mask it wasn't hard to piece together who the bat fam is. "I know what my dad has planned for you Jay. This is just a band-aid on a gunshot wound and might I say that's very unhelpful." This was the first I spoke to him and it wasn't long before Dad beat him to death.

Two years later.

I sat in the back of the car as Frost drove. We just left the cemetery. "Why are we doing this,n/n." He asked looking in the rear view mirror at me. I'm seventeen now my thoughts screamed at me. Why was I trying to bring him back? "Because I crazy that why!" I giggled as we grew closer to the lazapit. He was dressed in a black suit with red tie his body sunk into the water as I waited. A loud gasp drew my attention as he shot up a white streak in his hair. "Heya sleeping beauty." Looking over in shock he lowly made his way looking like a baby deer. "I'm alive,but h-how?" His green eyes looked at me. "A Ghoul owed me a few favors I just asked to use his fountain of youth." Handing him a towel and some clothes. "Sorry about the outfit,but Arkham does have one size fits all." Jason chuckled as he started to dry off.I realized why I brought him back. I was crazy about him.

Two more years later(two years ago)

Jason wanted to stay dead he didn't go back to His dad and brother after he realized that neither of them tried and save him. It was sad to see,but it brought Jason closer to me and he started to trust me and I gave trust in return. Blood coated my hands while some was on my face. Looking at Jay some was speckled on his cheeks taking the pockets square out of the mobsters coat I wiped it off he looked down at me his arm slipped around my waist pulling me closer my breath hicked. "Will you be my girlfriend,my little jester?" A large smile grew on my face as my arms went around his neck pulling him down further. "Gladly,Jay bird." I kissed him not caring if my lipstick stained his lips and he didn't seem to care either as the kiss grew more intense. We shared our first kiss at nineteen surrounded by dead bodies as sirens and the unmistakable sound of the armed batmobile. At least he's as crazy about me as I am about him.

One year ago. (Jason POV for a sec)

I came to Bruce I hate to admit it but I needed advice about the one think he knew best. Women. It was just a couple of months ago he found out I was alive and shocker he managed to drive Dicky boy to Blüdhaven to get away from him to get his own image and not just Robin. Oh and surprise surprise when out of robins he had a spare like a tire and it's name was Tim. Nevermind that I stood across from Bruce in his home main office he had a frown on his face. "You're dating someone and its serious and I didn't know about it?" He asked trying to deduct everything. "I've been dating her ever since I came back. As strange as it might sound,but I want us to be something more." That's when the billionaire playboy stood up standing just a inch shorter then myself.

"Life is short Jason and you've experienced that first hand if you feel that both of you are perfect enough to be more then go for it." Perfect wasn't realistic nothing was ever perfect my life isn't perfect her life sure as hell isn't she's the clown princess I'm a bat son. Maybe that what makes us so good together the fact that it would have never really happened any other way life is just crazy like that.

Present

Staring into those vexing green eyes always brought me back. We're both twenty-one him being older only by a couple of months. "Happy birthday,gorgeous." His voice brought me back as my smile grew. We were standing up now he held a box wrapped in my two favorite colors. "Awe you shouldn't have." I grab it and opened it a gun was inside it was red and gold revolver it looked like my moms love/hate gun,but it said King/Queen. Looking at Jay I reached to hug him when suddenly he dropped to one knee pulling out a box with a beautiful f/c ring and ruby gem. "This feels over due. You took care of me when I was considered enemy number one. You brought me back from the grave when my own family didn't try. And this might sound stupid,but I had a crush on you in middle school you were one of the only people that didn't give me pity after Bruce adopted a street kid." He licked his lips as he gave of a small smile. "Together we are far from perfect, but we are good. You complete me...Y/n M/n Napier become my queen?" My eyes glossed over with tears my make up running down the pale foundation. "Oh my god of course!!!" I jumped into his arms hugging him tightly before letting him slip on the ring. "I love you." "I love you more crazy." I chuckle it sounded watery in my throat. "If I'm crazy then that makes two of us. You wanted to marry me." Yep we're both batshit crazy.

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A/n: Quote= We are far from perfect, but we are good. ~Supernatural

Is it just me or does Jensen look fucking hot as Red Hood?! I'm mean he's definitely a reason to move to Gotham

Well first crossover AU in my bingo card

[thewritetofreespeech]

hello!! i've made a request before but this idea came in my brain and i heard your requests were open. So ive seen a lot of fics of the brothers saving mc, but what about mc kinda of saving the brothers, i mean like badass sword fighting style. Just like a stereotypical disney prince saves a princess mc kinda saves the brothers from getting killed by a lesser demon with a sword and just being badass (and sword) and the bros find it hot (weak humans? never heard of them)

*spongebob narrator voice* 400 years lat’er..... So sorry this took so long! I genuinely don’t know why I couldn’t get it done. When I actually tried, I got it done in like 2 days. My only excuse is that I’m a horrible trash munny >.<

Obey me Boys + Power Princess MC

Lucifer

It offends him that this creature, this being not fit to lick the soles of his boots, would raise their hand to him. The attack was not even what upset him, but just the gall. The utter stupidity of this decision to throw one’s life away. The fact that they had attacked with you around only made him wish to end that pathetic life that much sooner.

“Step back [Y/N]. I’ll deal with this quic—” Lucifer cut himself off when you rushed forward. A bright shining sword in your hand as you lunged. Slashing through the demon, who wailed and instantly turned to dust & ash. “What on Earth was that?”

“Oh. It’s my sword.” You reply nonchalantly. Turning around to show it to him. “It’s a holy arc sword, or something. I can summon it from my bracelet whenever I need it. Cool to know it actually works in a pinch.”

“And where did you get such a magical artifact?” Lucifer asked. Perplexed beyond reason, but trying not to show it.

“Lord Diavolo gave it to me when I first got here.” The demon arched a brow. Lord Diavolo? “It would be really irresponsible of him to just let a human wander around hell without some kind of weapon.”

He paused for a moment. Trying to piece all of what you had just said together. Then he just chuckled. “Yes, I suppose it would be.” And here he thought that he had been the only one protecting you. When all along you could do it yourself.

His hand reached out to pat your head fondly. His breast swelling with pride. “I’ll have to thank him for giving you such a thoughtful, practical gift. We’ll also have to add sword play to your lesson plans. I’d be more than happy to be your tutor.

Mammon

‘Shit!’ Mammon mentally cursed as he was hit again.

This wasn’t the first time he’d been rough up outside a club. Given his lifestyle, and his gambling track record, he’d been pummeled by a few bouncers in his life. With his immense power, he could easily take them; if he tried. But then he would be banned from the club, and ever other, and that was something he couldn’t handle over the humiliation of being beat up by these clowns. He needed this. It was all he had.

So, he took his beatings from lesser demons when they came around. He’d only wished they’d picked a different night to get their ‘payment’ back since you were supposed to be here soon.

“Come on guys. Don’t ya think you’ve had enough?”

“We’ll tell you when we’ve had enough!” One demon sneered at him, before kicking a man while he was down. Classy. “You owe us. And we’re gonna get back every cent you owe out of your hide!”

The demon reared his foot back to kick him again, and Mammon mentally sighed. Preparing himself for the kick and really being over this since it began. But….no kick came.

The demon let out a loud grunt over the sound of a metal ‘wack’ before the two, even lesser goons beside him suffer the same fate and they all slump to the ground. “Mammon! Are you ok?!”

The silver haired demon looked up at you in shock. The light from the street lamp causing a halo to form around you, highlighting your worried face as you brandished a rusty pipe like some great sword. “Yeah…I’m fine….”

“You don’t look fine! You’re all beat up!” He just sat there as you dropped the pipe and dropped down to him. Fretting over him as you looked him over. He couldn’t hear what you were saying over the beating sound of his heart in his ears.

No one had ever tried to help him before.

Mammon lifted his arms and wrapped them around you. “Mammon? What—“Let’s get out of here.” He interrupted as he hugged you. Standing up, and helping you to your feet, after a moment to walk out of the alley. “I don’t want to be here anymore. I wanna go somewhere with you.”

“But….I thought you wanted to go out tonight. Play cards. You said you were feeling lucky?”

He couldn’t tell if that was a jab or not, but replied, “well clearly I was wrong.” Though despite his bumps and bruises, he did still feel pretty lucky right not. “I just want to get out of here. I don’t need this anymore.” You both decide to head home to help Mammon nurse his wounds. He never went back to that club, or really any club, after that night.

Levi

“Levi….I don’t think this is such a good idea.”

“Nonsense!” Levi quipped in response to your perfectly reasonable, concerned feelings. “It’s just a little further. Besides, I want to see Henry 1! I’ve missed him a ton recently, and want to make sure he remembers me.” It had broken his heart to discover his poor, lost serpent had been down here, all alone, this whole time. So he made an effort to see him every now and then.

“Yeah but…isn’t this still like super-secret for Lord Diavolo’s family and stuff? What if there’s like booby traps and stuff?”

“Come on! There weren’t any booby traps or anything before. Why would he when he has Henry to keep it…..” Levi trailed off as both of you were ingulfed by a long, dark shadow. A low hissing sound growing louder as a gold, stripped serpent towered over you with a menacing glare. “That’s not Henry.”

The snake hissed loudly with bared fangs and an open mouth, and you both scream and run to get away from it.

The serpent of course chased you. Easily able to keep up, and only loosing you when the two of you duck into a narrow corridor. Levi turned around to say something to you, but you were gone. His immediate thought was that the stranger snake had gotten you, and it was all his fault, and he would never see you again!

When he came to the end of the corridor, walking out like a man on death row instead of running, he looked up to see the snake in front of him. Clearly angered by having to chase him. Levi didn’t care. He wanted to die if anything happened to you. He’d rather die than live one moment without you.

Prepared to accept his fate, the demon didn’t move when the snake unhinged his jaw to eat him in one gulp. Only for a sharp spike to thrust out from his mouth a moment later. A strange, hissing gasp escaping it before it slumped down in a lifeless heap on the floor. “[Y/N]!”

“Jesus! Not to put too fine a pin on it, but this place is literally a maze. One minute I’m next to you, and the next I’m in some armory on the other side of the hall 50 feet away. Are you alright Levi?”

The demon scrambled up the snake corpse to stand next to you and wrapped his arms tight around your being. “[Y/N]! I was so scared! I thought this Henry imposter got you, and you were dead, and I couldn’t think of anything!”

“I’m really ok Levi.” You assure him, as he wept into your shoulder. “Do you still want to see the real Henry? I think I spotted where he actually is when I was running back with the spear?” Levi nodded into your shoulder. Still not prepared to let you go.

Satan

Satan always tried to be a reasonable man.

He hated being referred to as ‘The Demon of Wrath’. It wasn’t his wrath that had caused him to be born. And he wasn’t any angrier than his brothers, so why did he have to be labeled the ‘bad seed’? So he always tried to be level headed. Calm. Patient. But there were somethings he just could not abide. Like the boorish behavior of someone talking loudly in the library.

“Excuse me,” the blonde said, attempting to remain calm, as he came over to the rude demon two tables over, “could you please keep it down? This is a library.”

“Yeah. I know what it is.” He quipped back rather snippily. “What are you? The librarian?”

“No. Just a fellow book lover.” Satan replied. Grinding his teeth now. “And one who can follow the rules and basic social decorum of keeping my conversations to myself in a place like this.”

“Are you calling me stupid?!”

“No. I’m calling you uncouth. A word meaning undignified, and without manners.”

“Why you!”

The demon rose to his feet, towering over Satan now that he was standing. Not that it mattered. Height was not an immediate representation of strength. Look at Belphie. His younger, shorter brother could level a whole city with a flick of his wrist. Satan could easily dispatch of his imbecile without even breaking a sweat.

He never got the chance though, as just after he stood the demon let out a grunt and slumped to the floor; with you standing behind him on his depleted chair with a book in your hand like you had just pulled it from The Stone. “Bet you’re glad I think Kindles are dumb now.”

Satan had to right himself on what he was seeing, and then frowned at you. “I never said that, and get down.” He insisted. Offering you his hand to get down. You hop down with ease and set your weapon book on the table. “Honestly, I could have handled him without resorting to violence or cheap theatrics.”

“Cheap?? This book was very expensive.” You insist, and Satan had to scoff.

“Be that as it may, please do not use books for more than their intended purpose. I appreciate the assist, but I can’t have you hurting yourself or fine literature in the future.”

“You’re such a buzz kill sometimes Satan…..”

Asmo

Asmo always loved going to the club. The dancing. The energy. The pulsing music. The people.

Well…usually the people. Some people, usually bro-dude demons, just couldn’t take a hint that ‘no’ meant ‘no’.

“Come on Asmo! Why are you being so stingy?!”

“I’m not being ‘stingy’,” Asmo replied with a frown marring his beautiful face. “I’m just not interested.”

“You were interested last time.” His pursuer replied. Like that somehow gave automatic permission that things would happen again.

“That was a long time ago.” The dusk haired blonde replied. Sipping his cocktail and looking thoughtful across the spacious VIP lounge over to you.

Yes, things had certainly changed. Once where it would take a whole room of people and attention to make him content, these days all he wanted was you. Just you sparing a moment to look at him made his heart feel incredibly full. He had come here to have a fun night out with you, but it seemed no matter where he went his beauty was always causing problems.

The lesser demon frowned, then looked towards the direction Asmo was looking to land on you. “Shoot, just bring them along with us.”

“Excuse me?” Asmo asked. Beautiful expression turning Ignatius as he sat down his drink.

“Bring them along. I’ve never had sex with a human. But there must be something to it if you’re willing to do them. Not that I suppose that takes much….”

At that, Asmo leapt from his chair and grabbing the brute by the collar. He wasn’t normally one for violence. He wasn’t like his dull brothers. But he couldn’t let a slight like that against you slide. “Take it back!”

The two demon’s scuffle. Clearing out the VIP lounge as everyone ran. Scared that they might transform at any moment and literally tear each other apart. Asmo somehow ended up on his back, a position that usually didn’t bother him, as the other reared back to punch him in the face.

Or, at least he would have if he didn’t start convulsing and fall on the ground a moment later.

“Asmo! Are you ok?!”

The Lust Demon looked at you for a moment. Then delicately covered his mouth with both hands. Returning to normal. “[Y/N]! You saved me!!”

“Yeah. This little thing packs a punch.” You replied. Holding out your little pink taser from She-Sword from your clutch. “I couldn’t let this jerk hurt your beautiful face.”

“No one is more beautiful than you my fierce warrior queen!” He praised. Basking in the moment for only a second before you both scamper off before security came.

You both might be beautiful, but you didn’t want to end up on the evening news.

Beel

“I want to take up kendo.” Beel announced to you one day. Out of the blue. “I’ve been looking for ways to add variety to my workout. I came across this video on kendo and thought it would be fun.”

Of course, Beel knew you had practiced kendo in the past at school. So he might have also been looking for fitness activities for you to do together. In any case, he really liked seeing you in your little workout outfit. It was super cute.

He also liked you showing him the basics of kendo; stance, footing, basic strike movement. When he felt he had gotten the hang of it, Beel jovially asked for a sparring match with you.

“I don’t know….”

“Come on [Y/N], sparring with someone is the best way to learn fighting.” He reasoned. “Besides, I’m not gonna hurt you.”

“I’m not worried about that….” He heard you mutter under your breath, but thought that he must have imagined it as you squared off.

Standing across from you in the arena, something changed. The hair on the back of Beel’s neck stood up. Not in the excited way that it normally did when he saw you. But something more….primal. His grip tightened a little more as he realized he might have to get a little serious with you.

It was all for nothing though as the match was over just as soon as it started.

The shinai went flying out of his hands, landing across the room just as Beel landed on his butt. His backside throbbing as his bell was rung clear as day. He rubbed his head as he looked up at you. “I may have forgotten to mention that I was three-time national kendo champ all through school.”

The demon looked up at you with a shiny, sparkly gaze only until now reserved for delicious food. “Teach me sensei!”

Belphie

He hated being out. He wanted to go home.

Being outside in the sun, with all these…..people was hell to him. Belphie would rather be home, in actual hell, with his blanket and pillow and quiet, rather than ‘top side’ with you for the whole afternoon. Not that it was you or anything. You were the only bright star on this miserable day. He’d be damned if he’d let one of his brothers spend the day with you when he could.

“Belphie, do you want an ice cream? Maybe that will help with the heat?”

He wanted to say that the only thing that would help him was getting the hell out of here. But, he bit his tongue. The demon knew how important this was to you to come ‘home’ now & then and he didn’t want to ruin it for you. So he just nodded and asked, “strawberry please.”

He sat in the shade as he watched you go over to the ice cream truck alone. Maybe this was a bad idea. Maybe he was just a hopeless shut in. Like Levi, only worse. He just wanted humans so much that being around them was making him crankier than normal today.

“Geez, get a look at that side show over there.”

Belphie looked up from his daze at the human who was a few yards away from him. Snickering and staring with his friends in a voice that a regular human wouldn’t be able to hear. “If you have something to say, then say it, you chicken shit fuck.” Again, he was very cranky.

The human was obviously taken aback at being heard and then called out like that. “What did you say to me?!” He yelled, once he got his bearings on the situation, and took a ‘threatening’ step forward to see if he would repeat it.

“I said ‘If you have something to say, then say it, you chicken shit fuck’.” Of course he repeated it. “Don’t mutter something under your breath like a coward. Say it like a man, or keep your gross mouth shut.” This was why he hated humans. No spine.

Well, metaphorical spine. If he kept this up, Belphie was gonna prove that he had a spine when he ripped it out and made him wear it as a neck tie.

“You little fuck--!” Belphie, of course, didn’t move when he stomped closer. Not that he needed to, because he was stopped in his tracks rather abruptly when you stepped between then. Holding a knife from your pocket.

“I suggest you get out of here, before the only ‘side show’ around here is your knife swallowing act pal.” The man seemed to frozen for a moment as he tried to process if you were serious. Then his flight instincts kicked in and he took off running with his friends across the park. “Gosh, I think I’ve been spending to much time with you guys. I never would have done anything like this before.” You said after a sigh, then turned back to Belphie.

“My hero.” He cheered softly, in his typical tired voice but still with a soft smile. Seeming extremely proud of the bad influence he was on you.

[yamanorakuen]

Obey Me! -cast as Taylor Swift songs (1989 & Red edition)

Remember how I made the version with Evermore, Folklore, Lover and Reputation? Well, here's a version with 1989 and Red as an homage to Red (Taylor's version) that I've been listening to a LOT after it's release a few weeks ago.

Read my choices & lyrics that I thought justify my choices down below!

1989

Lucifer: Blank Space

"New money, suit and tie

I can read you like a magazine

Ain't it funny, rumors fly?

And I know you've heard about me"

༻✧༺

Mammon: Style

"You got that James Dean daydream look in your eye

And I got that red lip classic thing that you like

And when we go crashing down we come back every time

'Cause we never go out of style"

༻✧༺

Leviathan: How You Get The Girl

"Stand there like a ghost

Shaking from the rain, rain

She'll open up the door and say, 'Are you insane?'

Say it's been a long six months

And you were too afraid to tell her what you want, want"

༻✧༺

Satan: Wonderland

"Didn't they tell us not to rush into things?

Didn't you flash your green eyes at me?

Haven't you heard what becomes of curious minds?"

༻✧༺

Asmodeus: New Romantics

"Baby, we're the new romantics

Come on, come along with me!

Heartbreak is the national anthem

We sing it proudly!

We're too busy dancing to get knocked off our feet"

༻✧༺

Beelzebub: You Are In Love

"Morning, his place

Burnt toast, Sunday

You keep his shirt, he keeps his word

And for once, you let go

Of your fears and your ghosts"

༻✧༺

Belphegor: Bad Blood

"Band-aids don't fix bullet holes

You say sorry just for show

If you live like that, you live with ghosts

If you love like what, blood runs cold"

༻✧༺

Diavolo: Wildest Dreams

"He's so tall and handsome as hell

He's so bad but he does it so well

I can see the end as it begins

My one condition is"

༻✧༺

Barbatos: Clean

"The drought was the very worst

When the flowers we'd grown together died of thirst

It was months and months of back and forth

You're still all over me like a wine-stained dress I can't wear anymore"

༻✧༺

Simeon: This Love

"Clear blue water

High tide came and brought you in

And I could go on and on, on and on and I will

Skies grew darker

Currents swept you out again

And you were just gone and gone, gone and gone"

༻✧༺

Luke: Welcome to New York

"Walking through a crowd, the village is aglow

Kaleidoscope of loud heartbeats under coats

Everybody here wanted something more

Searching for a sound we hadn't heard before"

༻✧༺

Solomon: Shake It Off

"I'm dancing on my own

I make the moves up as I go

And that's what they don't know"

Red (Taylor's version):

Lucifer: All Too Well

"And you call me up again

Just to break me like a promise

So casually cruel in the name of being honest

I'm a crumpled up piece of paper lying here

'Cause I remember it all, all, all too well"

༻✧༺

Mammon: Red

"Loving him is like driving a new Maserati down a dead-end street

Faster than the wind, passionate as sin, ending so suddenly

Loving him is like trying to change your mind once you're already

Flying through the free fall

Like the colors in autumn, so bright, just before they lose it all"

༻✧༺

Leviathan: Message In A Bottle

"But now you're so far away and I'm down

Feeling like a face in the crowd

I'm reaching for you, terrified"

༻✧༺

Satan: State of Grace

"This is a state of grace

This is a worthwhile fight

Love is a ruthless game

Unless you play it good and right

These are the hands of fate

You're my Achilles heel

This is the golden age

Of something good and right and real"

༻✧༺

Asmodeus: I Knew You Were Trouble

"And the saddest fear

Comes creeping in

That you never loved me

Or her, or anyone, or anything"

༻✧༺

Beelzebub: Stay Stay Stay

"Before you I'd only dated self-indulgent takers

Who took all of their problems out on me

But you carry me groceries and now I'm always laughing

I love you because you have given me

No choice but to stay, stay, stay"

༻✧༺

Belphegor: Nothing New

"And my cheeks are growing tired

From turning red and faking smiles

Are we only biding time 'til I lose your attention

And someone else lights up the room?

People love an ingénue"

༻✧༺

Diavolo: I Bet You Think About Me

"Now you're out in the world, searching for your soul

Scared not to be hip, scared to get old

Chasing make-believe status, last time you felt free

Was when none of that shit mattered 'cause you were with me"

༻✧༺

Barbatos: Sad, Beautiful, Tragic

"In dreams, I meet you in warm conversation

And we both wake in lonely beds, different cities

And time is taking its sweet time erasing you

And you've got your demons

And darling, they all look like me"

༻✧༺

Simeon: The Very First Night

"I wish I could fly

I'd pick you up and we'd go back in time

I write this in the sky

I miss you like it was the very first night"

༻✧༺

Luke: Forever Winter

I'd fall to pieces on the floor

If you weren't around

Too young to know it gets better

I'll be your summer sun for you forever

Forever winter if you go"

༻✧༺

Solomon: Treacherous

"All we are is skin and bone

Trained to get along

Forever going with the flow

But you're friction"

༻✧༺

A/N: Thank you for reading! I might make the last batch of these (Debut, Fearless and Speak Now) if there's any interest or when Speak Now (TV) or Debut (TV) drops. I also ~may~ have written a post with the Obey Me! -cast as lines from All Too Well (10 minute version) (Taylor's version) (From the vault) soo.. I may post it at some point too. Also if you have any ideas for headcanons and imagines, please tell me! :)

[pastelbatfandoms]

First Sentence Tag

Rules: List 10 of your published fics and their first sentences, and then tag other writers to do it.

Idk any other writers on here,personally,so I’ll be either skipping that or tagging just my favorites. I also may do this again,because I have more then just 10 fics! may also do more than one sentence.

Most of these are series,will put my one shots in another post. LMK if I should showcase more then one chapter!

~~

Wells of Hearts (The Flash Fic, Reverse Flash, Polyamoures Wells, meta OC, eventual smut, Soulmates and Twin flames,series)

He came out of the portal in a flash, All Bolero hat and black with his Drumsticks and ‘Cool Cat’ attitude. I’ll admit while I found him as attractive as all the other Wells, this Harrison or “HR” as he liked to be called, seemed like he was trying too hard.

Mischief on Wings (Loki x OC, Valkyrie soulmate,shield maiden, childhood friends,series)

Loki was here she could feel it. “That’s impossible…” Amara whispered to herself.

The Alpha (Teen Wolf fic, Peter Hale’s mate, Werewolf, possibly toxic, Alpha/Beta dynamic, eventual smut, age gap,series)

Marianna heard footsteps behind her,slow,confident,methodical. Who would dare just stroll into her and Peter’s den like this? Well her den now.

Kings and Queen of Disaster (The Walking Dead, Post apocalyptic, OC, Merle Dixon, The Govenar, Negan, smut, toxic relationship, Cheating, D/S dynamic, angst, age gap, series)

It was sunny,birds were chirping. I sat in My favorite chair,reading my favorite book. It was a nice calming day,well as nice as it could be being The zombie Apocalypse and all.

Half God Half Devil (AHS, Apocalypse as well as Murder House & Freakshow with the coven witches, Michael Langdon soulmate, toxic Dandy Mott with OC, reincarnation, angst, trauma, satanic themes, smut, series)

She was dead. Had been for 11 years now,at 21 Helena never thought she’d be here.

The Kings of Hell (Supernatural smut, My character from AHS is crossing over, Crowley, Lucifer, threesome, power play, slight blood play, Queen of Hell,one shot. Will be more.)

I was The Queen of Hell,I could do whatever I wanted and I had. Ordering the lesser demons about,torturing deserving humans,hell even giving a few hunters a run for their money,and yet I was bored.

The Dream Lovers (Nightmare on Elm Street, Robert is actually Freddy Krueger, split personality, age gap romance, trauma, toxic relationships, eventual smut, series.)

I first met Robert Englund on the set of Freddy Vs Jason. I had always been a fan of The NOES Movies and an even bigger fangirl of Freddy Krueger. I was always a different child and as a Teenager not much had changed.

Gods and Pirates (The Descendants, not pg, age gap but their gods, Hades, Harry Hook, The Daughter of Hercules and Meg, songs,fluff, smut, angst, love triangle, VK’s make an appearance. Series)  

It’s hard only being a Half God. Half on Earth Half on Olympus,Half Powers that she barely knew how to use. Out of everyone she knew her Father understood the most.

A Perfect Distraction ( Harry Potter one shot. Will become a series, Lucius Malfoy x OC, Slytherin x Ravenclaw, polyamory,high school sweethearts, lovers to enemies to lovers, angst, smut, fluff, Surprise appearance by a certain professor.) 

They were a sight to behold,Rhiannon and Lucius,as he led her to the center of the ballroom. Rhiannon in a long midnight blue silk dress,Lucius decked out in a crushed velvet black suit with a Slytherin broach attached to one lapel,his long platinum hair tied back with a black satin ribbon.

Mughead (Riverdale fic, teenage angst, Jughead Jones x OC, FP Jones, High school sweethearts, fluff,love triangle, alcoholism, cheating, eventual smut, Jughead is ASexual, gang wars,series.)

I had known The Core Four as they were affectionately called,since Middle School,6th grade to be exact,when I was transferred to Riverdale from Washington. 

I became fast friends with Kevin Keller who introduced me to Archie Andrews,Betty Cooper,Veronica Lodge and Jughead Jones.

[kcatta-wodahs]

MC Who Does Not Fear Death x OM! Demon Brothers

Or maiming, or apparently any other consequences. You’ve walked into this situation with absolutely no filter and no fear. Time to tear down every structure of Devildom society.

Lucifer

You look at him with a withering stare when he tries to intimidate you into behaving.

“I was summoned out of my trashy apartment to this place, where literally anyone could snap me like a twig on accident. I’m just working on the assumption that I’m already dead.”

He sternly looks at you. “You’re under my protection during your time here. No harm will come to you.”

You snort derisively, which visibly irritates him. “Don’t worry about it. I won’t come back to haunt you if it happens.”

As you continue through your life in Devildom he keeps calling you out for meddling and all that, like usual, and he HATES that you literally *do not care* when he threatens you.

Like HE knows that he wouldn’t hurt Diavolo’s transfer student but YOU are supposed to be AFRAID of him dammit.

His frustration at this ends up turning into a form of respect. You’re about the only person who will stand up to him, and tbh like you’re so fucking fragile but you’ll yell at him all day? That takes guts. Annoying guts. But you’ve got guts.

But also STOP IT. He has enough stress in his life and now he’s constantly terrified that you’ve decided it’s a great idea to adopt a baby balrog

Which you did once. He’s just afraid that “Flamin Hot Cheeto” is going to come back since you somehow managed to imprint on it.

despite the fact that the BABY could easily tear your arms off on accident

Not to mention he gets the flack for EVERY SINGLE ONE of these following stories. You stress him out so much. Please. Please, stop. 

He’s almost to the point of begging. The Avatar of Pride is three steps away from either locking you away for the rest of the year or begging on his knees for you to calm down. 

 But you know you’d find a way out if he locked you up so no worries. It’ll be a good challenge.

Mammon

“Well you WON’T be dead because it’s my job to protect you! Are you doubting the Great Mammon?!”

Stupid human. Yeah, you’re fragile and weak, but that’s why HE’S your bodyguard now, and there’s no way in hell (lol) that he would let you die on his watch.

Lucifer would kill him.

You welcome the challenge, and he thinks it’s funny at first but quickly becomes a flustered mother hen.

“NO, we are NOT going out to Madam Scream’s at 3am! Do ya know what kinda CREEPS are out there at 3am?!”

And you sneak out the fucking window.

He has had more heart attacks in the past week than he has had in the last 100 years of life.

He starts agreeing to your ridiculous adventures JUST because then he can actually keep an eye on you. 

He adores the chaos of the laugh that bursts from you every time you narrowly escape death. 

He HATES how often you have to NARROWLY ESCAPE DEATH. So he will never tell you.

He almost doesn’t have time for his own shenanigans anymore, because all his time is taken up by trying to make sure you stay alive.

And you’ve figured out that if you turn *any* of your ideas into a money-making one, he will join you whole-heartedly.

So you bribe him because what’s money to you anymore anyway?

Leviathan

I mean he doesn’t leave his room much, so tbh he probably just gets texts from you that make him want to scream.

‘hey uh levi say if someone were to hypothetically be stuck in a succubus’ devil basement to become an unwilling sacrifice to asmo what would that person, hypothetically, do?’

‘probably die’ is usually all he sends back

You always come back, because he always sends a text to the other brothers. In that case Asmo came to rescue you himself and scold the succubus.

You become the friend that he makes funny throwing-shade reddit posts about. (Devvit? Devil reddit? Eh??)

‘Levi so this has nothing to do with anything but is there a cure for a dangerously potent ‘always win at rock-paper-scissors' curse? Asking for a friend’

‘Friend is being held hostage tho so maybe be quick about a response’

He didn’t even know that kind of curse existed. None of them did. What the fuck did you do.

How did you get taken captive by playing rock paper scissors?

He doesn’t know. Nobody does. He expects the play-by-play so he can recommend it as a new anime to his favorite producers. 

Somehow your chaotic plans end up with stories almost as great as TSL. 

Beelzebub

He physically carries you around.

He’s like “fuck this you can’t get into trouble if I’m holding you.”

If Beel’s on MC watching duty, he’s almost the only one who is successful, just because you physically cannot get away. 

But at the same time, he is very easily bribed. 

So yes, he’ll go to Madam Scream’s with you at 3am. Sounds like fun.

But he is very protective after losing someone he cares about (who you remind him of so much….) so he keeps you close when you’re out and about too.

If you start getting into a fight with some other demon he literally just takes the fight for you and wins with no trouble at all.

You like having Beel with you.

Especially finding street festivals! You’re in a whole new world and there’s a MILLION things to try. Beel is more than happy to try them with you.

But that leads to arguments about whether deadly creatures to humans are still deadly when dead. 

“No, you can’t eat that it’s on fire. I know even small fires hurt humans. I’ll eat it for you.”

“That hot sauce makes every demon I know cry. You really shouldn’t buy a bottle. Please. No, don’t try it. No, that’s too much for one-- oh. Oh no.”

He forgives you as long as you don’t actually get hurt and you give him your leftovers.

Asmodeus

“If I get wrinkles because of you I promise you will never hear the end of it. I will curse you forever.”

He swears on every single one of his lovers that you have started giving him grey hairs.

GREY HAIRS, MC.

Why can’t you just settle down and let them all take care of you? You don’t have to prove anything to the other demons!

But you will. You’re living in Devildom now, and by everything unholy, you are going to live that life to its fullest extent.

He was thrilled at first when you were all for joining him at his nightclubs and parties. Now he hides every party’s date from you.

That time you almost threw yourself off a balcony to try and emulate a very drunk demon’s newest dance move.

“I need to stay TRENDY, Asmo!! I’ll be fine!!”

Ever since learning Demonus doesn’t affect humans you have challenged every single stuck-up tough boy to a drinking contest.

And every single time you win, Asmo has had to *narrowly* save you from being killed by said demon.

And you just say “he deserved it” every time.

And like, yeah okay, he probably did but YOU’RE NOT ALLOWED TO DIE.

Somehow, you manage to out-party Asmo.

dON’T TELL THE OTHERS but he lives for the times when you practically fall asleep on his shoulder while coming home from a rager. You may not get drunk, but when you’re sleepy, you’re so affectionate and something in his heart melts.

Satan

At first, Satan was all for the rebellious “life life with no restraints” thought process you explained to him.

I mean, he didn’t like the assumption that he and his brothers couldn’t control themselves to not accidentally kill you, but also… fair.

But he didn’t realize that this mindset followed through for EVERY demon in ANY place.

Including RAD, where old and wizened demons were *really* not used to being contradicted

Which led to you “accidentally insulting” your 5000 year old Human Studies professor by giving them a pop quiz on current memes (which they failed).

And left Satan as the one who had to make sure that said professor didn’t kill you. 

And the thing is, this keeps happening.

You’ve written all over the school’s library books, pointing out every error.

You *continue* to argue with the demons who threaten to kill you when you say silly things like “No, Solomon did not learn his sorcery at Hogwarts because Hogwarts isn’t REAL.”

(Solomon, meanwhile, refutes you vehemently and seems to grow three inches taller every time you glare at him.)

Satan assures you that he values knowledge and truth and all that, but could you maybe find a less dangerous way to push it?

No can do, Satan, because you already had plans with Mammon to use a curse that writes the history of the actual Sorceric Academy that Solomon attended like 400 years all over the desks in Human Studies. It’s activated by anyone saying “Hogwarts”. 

No, no, Satan, it’s brilliant, because you can’t do magic. It can’t be you who did it.

Satan, no don’t tell Lucifer.

I thought you hated him. Satan, wait. 

You are the only person in the history of ever who convinces him to come to Lucifer for intervention. You wear that badge with pride and also deep, deep, bitter sadness. 

Belphegor

Like, through the plot your willingness to be a thorn in anyone’s side just to get more information really works for Belphie.

He’s like all I gotta do is ask? Sweet. Yeah. Go, human.

But then when he’s all big and threatening and “im gonna kill you” and you just kind of look at him and nod like “yeah, this checks out.” 

Frankly, that’s rude, MC. 

And then he keeps threatening to kill you and it doesn’t even PHASE you like. You just keep listening to him rant and going “OH i think i get it now”

He liked that you were always looking for more information when he was the one pushing you around, but now?

No. Human, he is going to KILL you here, STOP ASKING QUESTIONS.

And then you do the time-travel bit, and see that he *literally has killed you in one timeline* and you just like

Shrug it off and keep talking about Lilith???????

Tbh what probably stopped him from doing it again is just that you’re fucking insane, MC 

“MC, you literally just saw yourself dead in Mammon’s arms”

You wave your hand vaguely in his direction and say, “Yeah okay, but can we talk about the lack of communication in this household because it is tearing this family apart.”

What the fuck MC

When he’s back to normal, tbh he loves that side of you. He loves getting into shit when he’s not sleeping. He will 100% encourage you and be there to make sure that you *don’t* actually die again.

He’s the only one who doesn’t actually try to stop you. Who knew he was so into chaos.

But if you try to drag him to a plan when he should be sleeping he will be like Beel and literally just hold you down while he naps dammit. You brought this on yourself. He needs sleep.