#m!mc obey me!

[strawberrycartt]

Vroom 🛵💨

[slayersins]

putting that old man into situations and outfits and—

[enoe-of-noen]

M!Mc: *came home with a demon child in his arms, a stunned look on his face*

Satan: Uh…who’s that, dear?

M!Mc: …she wouldn’t leave me alone.

Child: …*smiles*

Satan: …why?

Child: Mama and papa didn’t want me anymore. Mc helped get me ice cream.

Satan: *looks over to Mc, bewildered*

M!Mc: I tried to give her to authorities but…

Satan: *sighs* Well, we can’t just keep her, can we?

Child and Mc: …

Satan: No-

Next

[celestialrealms]

diavolo supporting mc and barbatos's relationship like he's two seconds away from "accidentally" calling mc dad/mom/etc. gets me every time tbh

[lollier]

GN! Mc:Fuzzy duck, ducky fuzz

F! MC :Does he fuck? Fuck he does!

M! MC:What makes it even better is that this could be love

The brothers :* trying to figure out who they are talking about *

[still-a-morosexual-help]

Despite how possessive Mammon can be, when it actually comes down to it, he's so laid back? Like, it's always MC's choice. He's so not forceful.

Mammon & Levi are both script writers/directors in the Film Festival Event. Both are tasked with deciding whose love interest MC will be. Levi writes them as his love interest without consulting the others and states that the director's word is law. Mammon doesn't write who the love interest is and instead leaves the script open ended, expecting MC to ad lib it at the end.

In S2, he's the only one that doesn't ask MC to the dance. He very vaguely hints at wanting to go with MC & then waits for them to ask, if they don't take the hint, he drops it & doesn't ask them.

In S2, when he sees MC making the move and kissing Lucifer, he looks upset but doesn't say a word about it. He stays silent and lets them have their moment.

In S2, after he gets cursed and comes, extremely strongly, on to MC he apologizes to them later despite it being in no way his fault

Even when they finally sleep together (in s2) he asks MC to take the lead and tell him what to do.

[akunya]

HELLO I SAW THAT YOU WANT TO WRITE FOR LUCIFER AND I'M HERE TO HELP

Imagine for a moment: Lucifer takes the reader out shopping for clothes (since they don't have very much).

I imagine the reader is picking out lots of little dress shorts and blouses, overall femboy/ouji aesthetic, and Lucifer is having a hard time keeping his eyes and hands off of the reader. It boils over a bit when the reader asks Lucifer for help zipping up the back of his shorts and Lucifer starts getting handsy.

It starts with his gloved fingers gliding over your hips, then sliding down your thighs. He says you look gorgeous, right as his hands wander to the soft bulge between your legs. You watch him through the dressing room mirror as Lucifer gropes at your slowly hardening cock.

He asks how it feels, and it takes you a moment to realize he means the clothing, not his squeezing. You barely mumble out some semblance of a yes, too entranced by his free hand carefully undoing the buttons of your blouse to cover up with anything else.

"Tell me how good it feels." He instructs, untucking the white chiffon from your shorts and dragging down your fly.

This is risky and you know it, but you've wanted this attention for too long to say no now.

Ahem if you don't write it I might cough cough

“tell me how good it feels..”

pairings: lucifer x m!reader

summary: what a precious little thing you are..

tw: EXHIBITIONISM, public sex, DUBCON/NONCON, mindbreak. size difference, lulu makes teases your small dick (lol), master/sub dynamics, ownership, etc.

notes: i read this ask at around 3am and nearly died. if you have already written it or are still planning to, please send it to me - id love to read!

here is my (short) little take on it.

"tell me how good it feels." he instructs, untucking the white chiffon from your shorts and dragging down your fly.

your breath hitches in your throat, words struggling to come out as he palmed your hardening cock in his hands. it was so obscene doing something like this in public, and yet, lucifer acted without hesitation nor shame. the feeling of his cool leather gloves against your crotch only caused you to melt further, stumbling in his arms.

“at a loss for words, y/n?” the demon chuckles, kissing a spot behind your ear that made you tremble. wearing such innocent, frilly looking clothes made this feel more provocative than usual. lucifers suit and dark clothing contrasting with your own reminded you how powerful he was. you were sure no one back home would believe you if you told them a demon from hell had started feeling you up in the fitting room stall of all places.

lucifers skilled hands tugged the shorts down a bit, just enough so that your cock would be exposed. you closed your eyes shut, too bashful to watch him tease the tip, smearing all of your pre on his glove. “you like when your master touches your cock, pretty boy?” the demon licked the shell of your ear, hot breath against your neck.

“y-yes master!” you gasped, your hands grabbing into his forearms for measure. the loose white blouse you were wearing felt suffocating, atmosphere growing hotter and hotter. the older man didn’t stop, simply cooing at your feeble state. he loved feeling in control. with every weak moan you let out because of him, his pride only grew larger.

“look at you, little thing. your cock won’t stop dripping when i touch it. you’re such a slut sometimes, y/n.” lucifer emphasized the last sentence by squeezing the base of your dick, fluid dripping onto the floor with how much spilled out. you whined again, practically humping his hand as he coo’ed at how pathetic you looked.

“lucifer, i can’t, n-not here!” as much as you loved when lucifer played with you like a toy, the last sliver of dignity in your mind screamed at you, reminding yourself that you two were in public. lucifer frowned, his brow furrowing in slight annoyance.

“you will. do you forget who owns you, little human? me. you are mine.” he groaned, practically panting on your neck as he pumped your cock almost painfully hard. it felt so intense, your whole body was shaking, moaning wantonly in the dressing room.

“..and if i order you to cum all over yourself like the slut you are, then you will. so, cmon boy. cum for me.”

[yuumcbr]

Can anyone think of "MC" from Obey Me! playing "never in my life"?

For those who don't know the game, here's a brief explanation:

One person starts by saying "Never in my life, I… (and says something they have never done in their life)", and the other players who have already done what the person said drink a glass of water, juice or drinks.

In another version that I was initially introduced to, everyone starts the game with ten fingers raised and the one who puts all their fingers down loses and the last one left in the game wins.

I recently thought about what MC would be like playing the game, someone would say:

"Never in my life, I was kidnapped!"

And MC would think 'Can I consider my forced enrollment into RAD a kidnapping, even though I wanted to go home?'

Another person says:

"Never in my life, I ingested poison!" or "Never in my life, I was cursed!"

Mc automatically lowers a finger, because for every 10 foods purchased in Devilton, 9 are poisoned or cursed.

"Never in my life, I blown something up!"

MC puts her finger down because she's lost count of how many times this has happened in Devilton.

And every time it's MC's turn to speak, she stays quiet because she can't think of anything she hasn't already done.

I hope other players don't get too freaked out by this during the game or think MC just wants to get out of the game as quickly as possible.

Please pay for MC therapy!!

[devildom-moss]

I recently finished reading the third season of OG!OM and I had a miniature idea... How would Lucifer, Diavolo and Barbatos react if amab!MC told them that when the problems with the three worlds were resolved, he would like to marry them? (I may write with mistakes because I am using a translator, I apologize in advance ☆ｏ(＞＜；))

Thanks for the ask. I wrote based on the assumption that Lucifer, Diavolo, and Barbatos are already in an established relationship with MC where marriage is a possibility, (but honestly, it'd probably be fun to write a less serious version, too). I don't know if these are headcanons or just poorly constructed shorts in headcanon format (oops), but I hope you like it.

M!MC tells them he wants to marry them when the three realms are at peace (Lucifer, Diavolo, Barbatos)

(MC/reader referred to as "man" "husband/future husband" "boyfriend" "fiance") (Diavolo will only be in red for ease of reading in this post primary colors woo)

(Lucifer x m!MC) (Diavolo x m!MC) (Barbatos x m!MC)

(Suggestive in for some parts)

Word Count: +1,900

Lucifer

You told Lucifer you wanted to marry him during one of his softer, more vulnerable moments: when you woke him up after he fell asleep during a long night of paperwork, exhaustion widening his smile upon seeing your face; on one of those rare mornings when he allowed himself to laze around in bed, pulling you in close and savoring the feel and scent of your body; or one of those other long nights when Lucifer’s breath hitched and the sweetest noises left him – it was all for you.

“When things are peaceful –” “Things are never peaceful with my brothers around.” “– when the three realms are stable and at peace, then, we should get married.”

“Oh?” he asked you with a gentle chuckle.

He didn’t believe you at first – not because he had never thought about marriage before. Lucifer assumed it was more likely that you wanted to tease him than that you would beat him to a marriage proposal. His adorable, handsome, wonderful boyfriend would never surprise him by doing something so endearing and unexpected. It just wasn’t – shit! Is he really proposing to me?

Lucifer waited for a teasing “just kidding” or some kind of retreat on your part. When it doesn’t come, his eyes widen, and the heat rises visibly on his cheeks. You really want to be his husband? He already suspected as much, but to have you take the initiative and ask him to marry you was more than he expected.

When Lucifer falls, it’s hard and deep. He knows you so well. He’s so certain of his love that it doesn’t even cross his mind that it could be too early in the relationship to get married.

He glosses over the entire “when the three realms are at peace” thing, because he’s too pleased. Lucifer buries himself in the nearest part of your body he can get to – likely your chest or neck. In part, he’s trying to hide the grin on his face and the blush on his cheeks, but even with his face hidden, you can see the pink tint painting the tips of his ears.

“We already have a pact, and now you want my hand?” he murmured against your skin, sounding almost shy. “Yes. When things are –” “Why w–” “Would you stop fucking interrupting me when I’m in the middle of proposing?!” “Sorry. Do it again. I’ll behave.” His eyes softened seductively. “Asshole.” “Only when you top – and only if you’re being degrading. Usually, I’m your adoring partner.” “Do you want me to propose again or not?” “I do. Try again.”

“Lucifer, when the three realms are united, will you marry me?” Lucifer stared at you, patiently. “Well?” “Why wait?” “What do you mean?” “Why wait for peace and unity? It doesn’t matter what state the realms are in. I want to be with you. I want to be your husband, and I want you to be mine. Marry me now.”

Lucifer would be so earnest and make his argument sound so logical – but maybe it’s easier to justify something you want, too. “I’m serious. I have faith in us – in Diavolo’s plan – but if anything happens, if it takes a long time, I don’t want to wait. I want you to be my husband.”

He would kiss you tenderly and hold you close until you agree not to put off your wedding for some indefinite amount of time. He’ll be ready to go tomorrow morning if that means he can start calling you his husband sooner. How did your proposal to Lucifer turn into a proposal from him?

He’s so possessive and pompous, of course he would be excited to make you his in a more official setting.

Diavolo

You would tell him when he was already on cloud nine: after another successful event that had incorporated elements from all three worlds or after a business deal that would further entrench the Devildom in human-world culture. He had just furthered his goals. You were proud of him. You loved him, and you knew you were going to stand by his side as he achieved his dream for peace and unity, so you told him, “When you succeed – when the realms are united in peace, I want to marry you.”

“Hahaha. You’re full of surprises.”

Diavolo laughs, but it isn’t to mock you. He’s delighted by the proposal – well, admission. He’s gotten requests for marriage before, but he’s never been so happy to hear that someone wanted to marry him. It was unexpected, but he adores that you can surprise him.

It isn’t lost on him that you didn’t actually ask him to marry you or that you were willing to wait an indefinite amount of time. Who knew how long it would take him to realize his dream, but you believed in him enough to wait. The fact that you just told him what you wanted without asking him felt like you were giving him the space and time to think about it, come back, and meet you with his own feelings about marriage. Maybe he was reading into it too much, but he didn’t feel pressured, and that was a comfort. You made him feel so free, supported, and loved.

Of course, he would love to make you his – give you the whole grand royal ceremony, mark you as his partner for the whole world to see, and give you the title of “king” to match his own (because in this speculative future, the throne is his by then; he’ll have earned it.).

You both understand why it would be best to wait for his success. It can be difficult enough to get approval and ensure your safety when everyone just thinks the Demon Prince has taken a human man as his lover. Marriage might cause more instability.

Furthermore, although he doesn’t expect his workload to disappear once peace is achieved, Diavolo hopes that ensuring peace takes more effort than maintaining it. If he’s going to marry you, he wants plenty of down time to travel with his new husband after the wedding. He wants enough free time in his day to cherish you and remind you of the love he holds for you. He wants to make sure he can kiss you, and hold you, and make love to you to both of your hearts’ content. (In other words, if Diavolo commits to being your husband, he needs to meet his daily physical affection quota or he will pout for a week.)

After taking a minute to process your words, Diavolo would pull you against him and press his forehead to yours. It wouldn’t matter if you were in public, either (not to Diavolo, at least. Barbatos would scold him about it being “inappropriate” later.). With a soft, sweet smile, he would tell you, “I better work harder then. I don’t want to keep you waiting too long.” Even if everyone was staring in your direction, he would take that moment to lean in and kiss you tenderly.

Suddenly, Diavolo would feel his ambition renewed. He’d even feel motivated to get home and start on some important plans and initiatives – unless you wanted to go home with him; in which case, he would take you to bed and resume his work in the morning. Nothing could light a fire under him like his beloved partner.

After your proposal, he may occasionally flirt with you by calling you “my fiancé” or “my future husband,” but he’ll only do that in private.

Barbatos

There is no ideal time to drop the news on Barbatos that you want to marry him, which probably plays to your benefit when you tell him while he’s working. You were shadowing him – probably assisting in the kitchen or giving him a hand with some light chores (dusting, organizing, laundry, etc.). “When Lord Diavolo succeeds in uniting the three realms, do you think we could get married?”

Barbatos’s eyes would widen, and he would stop his work for a second. Even if he had used his powers, he never would have believed that this would be the path you would follow. Barbatos took in a deep breath and released it along with the tension in his body before he resumed his work. “No.”

It was your turn to pause. You hadn’t expected such a flat-out rejection, and it hurt. “Oh.” “I’m sorry, MC.” “No, it’s fine. . . but, do you mind if I ask you why not? Are we – do you not love me enough for marriage?”

Now, Barbatos felt hurt. It’s not that he didn’t love you deeply; in fact, Barbatos imagined his love for you was more eternal than most marriages claim to represent. He would vow his love to you under the moon and swear to that celestial body that his love would outlast it. The truth was much sadder.

Barbatos has a duty to serve Diavolo. It seems like the logical conclusion that he would never commit to marriage before Diavolo’s goals were achieved. You were willing to wait, but Barbatos knew that, and he was reluctant to let you.

Without using his powers, Barbatos has no idea how long it would take for that to happen. In the meantime, he wants you to enjoy life. He doesn’t want you waiting around for him for decades or centuries (because he has no intention of allowing you to limit your life to normal human lifespans). If you want to get married, and he doesn’t feel able to do that for you, Barbatos would rather see you marry someone else – certainly, you have no shortage of suitors. (We can all ignore that this is an idiotic reason, right?)

However, the main reason he turned you down is because he believes you deserve the world. Even after the realms are stable, Barbatos will still be bound to Diavolo. Maintaining that peace takes effort as well. Furthermore, Barbatos enjoys his work, and he would never give it up. His time for you would always be lacking. Surely, you would expect more from him after marriage. That wasn’t something Barbatos could give you.

He would tell you as much. “. . . That is why I must decline your proposal.” “Why? Because I’d have to wait, and you would still work for Diavolo?” “Those are not ideal conditions for a husband. You deserve more.” “First of all, we fuck under your boss’s roof. Second, we are different species from different realms. Nothing about our circumstance is ‘ideal.’ Third, I love you, and I love how our relationship works. I would never take you away from Lord Diavolo’s side. I just wanted to cement my love for you with a silly little ceremony – it’s not that important. I will stand by you, and I’ll love you then as I do now – regardless of marriage.”

Barbatos could feel his face flush with heat. He was overjoyed and overwhelmed. “We have yet to even form a pact.” “Yet? And we don’t have to have a pact if you don’t want one.” “Goodness, you are far too accommodating. May I make a proposal of my own?”

Barbatos would pull you into his arms (he had ceased working altogether after “your boss’s roof.”) and whisper into your ear. “I was wrong. I want all of you for myself. Wait for me. When success is in our grasp, I will mark you, and seal our pact. After that, I’ll make you my husband.”

He’ll sound so tender and seductive. So of course, it’s the perfect time to tease him by saying, “Then I can fuck my husband under his boss’s roof.” “Not if I take you out in the garden. After all, you look stunning in the moonlight.”

[anthracite-writes]

Obey Me! One-shot; Eternally By My Side

Diavolo X GN! Reader || SFW || CW // TW: mild angst and topics about mortality and death [not directly talked about but skimmed over] - General Summary: You've always treated Diavolo like every other demon despite being a human [sorcerer-in-training] and the future demon king pulls you aside to spend time with you after school by asking a favour from you - but there was more instore for the night with the prince ahead of you.

"Y/N! Wait up!" You hear the familiar voice of the echo throughout the academy's courtyard as you leave for the day after a very long RAD school officer meeting. You turned around and saw the future demon king walking in your direction with his usual smile on his face, his sharp canine teeth visible. "Ah, Y/N. How are you? I've missed you." "Lord Diavolo, hey... Long time, no talk." you greet the tall auburn red-headed male, looking up at him to meet his eyes. "Where's Barbatos? He's usually by your side almost all the time." Diavolo let out a soft chuckle with your words, "I've let Barbatos take the day off for the rest of the day. He's currently away on a leisure trip in the human world. And please, call me just Diavolo - there's no need for formalities. We are friends" He said with a warm smile on his lips. You couldn't help but just smile from Diavolo's usual calm and friendly demeanour. "Is there anything you need from me?" You asked, "I'm sure I've already given in my exchange student report for the week" "I wanted to ask you a favour of you, you aren't too busy, right?" Staying quiet as you tried to recall if anything important was happening in the House of Lamentation with the 7 demon brothers. "No, not busy. What can I help you with?" "How about you come over to the castle tonight, I was hoping you can cook me traditional human world food." Diavolo said with a warm smile, his words taking you back.

'Diavolo wishes for me to cook for him..?' You think to yourself as you process the situation, "O-oh? Why the sudden request? Maybe one of your servants is more suited for the job and all."

The tanned demon tilted his head in thought as he placed his hands on his hips, "Hmmm... I’ve just been craving human world food lately since my last visit, and it's true that one of my workers are more suited to the task of making me something for dinner but... "I think having you being a human from the human world would bring the authentically to what I crave, therefore putting my cravings to ease."

You were hesitant to accept such a favour and task. This isn't one of the brothers you were facing, this was Diavolo himself. With a shaky breath you finally spoke, "Fine. I'll be more than happy to cook for you." You white lied.

You began walking by the tall male's side, leaving the school grounds and walking towards the streets of the shopping district, "Though, I want to stop by the grocery if that's okay. I don't want to mess with the inventory of your castle's kitchen."

"I don't mind that at all, Y/N." Diavolo said, "Lead the way."

~~~

The two of you walked in silence for a bit, Diavolo looking around in wonder and fascination - finally not restricted to a path and not surrounded by his royal guards or having Barbatos by his side.

"You know, I'm curious about something." the Demon started, looking down at the human by his side, “Have… I ever intimidated you by any chance or even, how have I ever intimidated you? You’ve always seemed so calm and close to me since your first arrival in the Devildom. “You can be honest with me, you know? I won’t get mad over your answer, I promise.” You hesitated a bit to speak till a soft smile crept up upon your lips as you reminisce the memories that gave instant nostalgia , “Honestly, you have and still intimidate me” you say though a chuckle.

Diavolo raised his eyebrows in surprise yet intrigued, “Oh? And what reason would that be? I would like to hear it, I promised I won’t be mad about your answer.” A wave of silence filled the air as he eagerly waited for your response, watching you at the corner of his eye as you rubbed your neck.

“You’re like… Basically a six foot five or even seven foot tall demon. That’s already as intimidating when I’m practically a much shorter human. Even if you don’t have your horns and wings out and just showing off your demonic form - your height alone is quite scary.” You chuckled.

Your words made his eyes widen slightly in surprise, taken back by your words but taking his every syllable of your words. “Yes, I suppose I am quite the tall demon, even in my humanoid form, So…” he began, “You… you’re not intimidated by my rank within the Devildom, or my power?” You shook your head, “Not really? I get that you’re a nobel being heir to the throne after the Demon King and all, but…” you trail off in your thoughts before continuing to speak. “I still remember you brought me down here for the first year of the Three-World Exchange Student program, despite knowing your status, I still kinda resisted you and told you I wanted to go home to the human world - I even accused you of kidnapping me.

“So, safe to say - I’m not worried about your rank or power.”

Diavolo laughed as you brought up the memory, looking down at you with a smile, “Ah yes. I remember that day quite fondly, the look on Lucifer’s face when you were telling me off was quite amusing.” he reminisced with you, noticing the two of you were approaching one of the many groceries in the town. “Is this one good? Do you want to go here?” He asked with a soft smile, pointing over at the grocery.

You look at the store the prince pointed out to you, “Yeah, this one is fine… but, are you sure you want to come with me inside? I mean, I don’t want you to have unnecessary attention or anything of the sort.”

“Oh, I’m not worried about the attention,” Diavolo said through a soft chuckle. “Besides, being out in public like this might make it fun, it’s filled with new experiences I wouldn’t get if I was under supervision, even if it’s just for this evening.”

“I never ask,” You said as you walked into the grocery, Diavolo in close pursuit. “What exactly are you craving from the human world?”

“Oh, I found something called ‘Drive-thru’ food. I saw it’s quite popular with humans. We have it in the Devildom food, but I’m just curious about the human variation of what we have down here.” He said with a smile, watching you pick up one of the baskets offered by the store to carry around the ingredients .

You let out a soft chuckle, “You mean fast food, right?” you corrected him as you two slowly walked through the produce and perishable food section of the store, trying to ignore the prying eyes of the lesser demons gawking at the two of you - but mostly at Diavolo’s presence among them.

“Ah yes, that’s what I mean.” the prince said with a grin.

“I think I can do that, is there anything you had in mind?” you asked, “The prompt of Fast food is kinda broad. In the human world, there’s quite a few fast food chains that serve pretty much anything you're craving for at almost any time of the day.” you continued, enlightening your demon prince friend on the topic that took his fancy.

“What about burgers? Those seem to be popular choices among humans, especially as a quick source of sustenance.” Diavolo mumbled, covering his mouth slightly as he thought, “I often see it paired with fries so, maybe that too…”

“Isn’t Barbatos going to scold you for having this kind of food? Are you just using me to have something unhealthy to eat?” You couldn’t help but question his choices, looking at some vegetables as Diavolo towered over you, standing by your side.

“Well, Barbatos isn’t here right now,” He said with a playful smile on his lips, completely avoid your second question,“Besides, he won’t know if we never tell him, right?”

“He’s going to find out eventually.” You countered, chuckling at your own words as you examined every ingredient to ensure it’s in the best quality before moving onto the next, Diavolo following you diligently with every step you took.

“Well, he won’t know right away if we don’t tell him.”

“We, Dia? You’re gonna rope me into this” You looked up at him with a blank stare only to be met back with sunshine yellow eyes as he gave you that pouty look a young child would give their parents to get their way. You tried to fight it but gave up with a sigh escaping your lips, “Fine, Diavolo. I won’t snitch on you on Barbatos.”

Diavolo’s pout slowly curled into a proud smile, happy he’s gotten his way with one once more.

~~~

You assemble the dish with shaky hands, trying to make it as presentable as possible as your thoughts and worries about what you cooked run wild in your head. It’s not like you were bad at cooking, you can at least cook something that was edible - but you weren’t as good as the Royal Butler who was always by Diavolo’s side every waking second of the day. As you shakily transferred the fries from the draining rack to the plate beside the burger you spent a bit too long on so it looked good.

“Wow, Y/N! That looks absolutely delicious” You heard a voice call out in its usual chipper voice. “It’s perfect! You made it look even better than the ones I’ve seen before.”

Your attention snapped from the meal in front of you to the demon towering over you. “Diavolo! You fully know that you of all people are not allowed in here.” You said with panic in your tone, your anxiety starting to peek through. You gently turn Diavolo around, placing a gentle hand on his back as you escorted his to the doors he came in from, “You are aware that I’m basically responsible for you and your actions tonight right? Barbatos will kill me if he knew you were in here, and under my supervision. Well, not exactly ‘kill’ kill me - but he’d probably shove me into a time void if he could without messing up the timelines!” You hissed, Diavolo laughing as you two walked through the push doors of the kitchen and into the hallway of the castle.

“Then I’ll be sure not to tell Barbatos, it will be our secret.” Diavolo said with a content sigh, turning around and looking at you with caring eyes. “I just finished the majority of my paperwork that was left in my study before Barbatos left for the day. I just wanted to see how you were doing and I have to say - you did a fantastic job with preparing my meal for this evening.” He said with a chuckle, his golden eyes reading your facial expression, “It just… seems you're nervous but I want you to relax a bit. I understand your anxiety, but I am not here to judge you.”

You let out a sigh as you run one hand through your hair, pushing it back, and the other hand on your hip as you look for the words to say, looking at the closed door of the kitchen. “I’m just anxious about satisfying you with what I made for you. No, more than just satisfy you with this meal” you confessed,

“Cooking for the brothers back in the House of Lamentation isn’t no where near the same expectation level as cooking for you; the future king of the Devildom. I’m nowhere near Barbatos’ level of professionalism and skill that he has alone.”

Diavolo lets out a laugh, “You don’t need to worry about me or this meal, I promise I’m not a picky eater. I’m sure I’ll be satisfied with what I’ve requested to eat. Sure, Barabots could have made this meal - but I’d rather have someone who’s familiar with human world cuisine like you make it.” “I wouldn’t call it actual human world cuisine…” You said with a slight chuckle, feeling more at ease with what Diavolo is saying.

The demon lets out another laugh at your comment, “What I’m trying to say is that, as long as you put in the effort and I can tell it was made with tons of love in it, I’m sure to enjoy it. You don’t need to put so much pressure for perfection on yourself. I just want to have a nice dinner with you is all.”

You let the words sink in before nodding, turning to go back into the kitchen, “okay… Well, I’ll just finish preparing my plate. Can you just wait in the dining hall for me? Please?”

With a smile, Diavolo obliged with your request without protesting, walking down the hall to where you asked him to wait. He looked forward to finally having a meal with you, just the two of you. “Alright, Y/N… Just remember not to stress yourself too much, it’s not an extravagant meal I’m asking from you, I’m sure I’ll enjoy it.”

~~~

You laid the plate in front of Diavolo spot where he sat at the head of the long table before placing yours down in a spot near him, taking a seat and beginning to eat your share of food. Diavolo watched you, making you slowly look up at the young lord with a puzzled look.

“Uhhh… is there something wrong with your food? I promise there’s no pickles, I know you don’t like those. You saw me, I didn't even look at pickles in the grocery.” You asked, Diavolo snapping out of his zoned out state.

“Hm? Oh, no. I just wanted to say this looks magnificent. I was admiring your work.” Diavolo smiled, “May I have permission to eat?” You let out a soft chuckle at Diavolo’s words, “you don’t have to ask me, I’m not one of your workers or anything. Go right ahead, sorry again for keeping you waiting.”

Diavolo’s eyes glimmered with excitement at you before looking down at the meal before him, picking up the homemade burger and taking a bite, his eyes widening with delight. “This is absolutely wonderful, Y/N! I knew having a human cooking food from the human world would make it taste better.” He said after swallowing the food in his mouth.

“Can I eat the fries too?” He asked, looking at you with bright eyes.

You couldn’t help but let out a soft laugh at his words, “Dia, you don’t have to ask me.” You repeat yourself, gently patting your lips with the cloth napkin as you spoke, “I won’t restrict you from eating what I made for you. I want you to enjoy this meal we’re having to the fullest.”

Diavolo lets out a soft chuckle before putting the burger down on his plate gently so it wouldn’t fall apart, “Oh my, I…” He started, seeming to be lost for words from your statements, “The way you said that, you make it like it’s such a normal thing to say. Yet it’s such a shock for me… I… Thank you” He said with a smile, picking up a fry and taking a bite of it, “You cooked these so well too! They’re perfectly salted and crispy” He said with pure wonder, earning a laugh from you as he flattered your cooking skills.

~~~

It was an hour since you two were done eating, you’ve taken care of washing the dishes and cooking ware in the kitchen. The two of you were walking around the castle grounds under the moonlight of the eternal night of the Devildom, talking about whatever as if you were long-time friends. As your laughter settled, Diavolo looked around the area as he got lost in his thoughts,

“You know, Y/N… this is the first time I’ve had such a meal and spent my time outside of the palace like this in such a long time.” He started, walking by your side, “Not having a royal guard or Barbatos to accompany me when I was out in the town or just outside in general to detail me… or restricting me to eating current things on my plate at current times…” He said with a warm smile on his lips, “I’m glad to be doing this with you tonight, you’ve always been someone who I’ve found to easily get along with…”

His kind words made your lips curl slightly into a soft smile, “Well, you’ve been sheltered all your life, always praised at the prince and future king of the Devilsom so I understand why you are always under some kind of supervision… I’m glad to let you experience such stuff, guess I kinda make you feel like any other demon, huh?”

Diavolo let out a laugh at your words, “Ah yes, being part of the royal bloodline of the Devildom hierarchy, so I lived a quiet restricted life. The people of the palace and in the Devildom as a whole, treat me in high regards and respect mostly out of fear of facing punishments or consequences for treating me like I was like anyone else.

“I guess that’s why I’m so glad when we spend time with you… You don’t treat me any differently than anyone else I’ve seen you interact with. It’s just comfortable.”

“Well, I’m glad you feel that way, I think it’s because I’m a human. Well, sorcerer-in-training now.” You said with a soft smile.

“Well, I’m glad you treat me in such a way, I simply wish to be seen as an equal to everyone rather than just narrowing it down to just my royal status.” Diavolo stepped ahead of you before standing in your path, making you stop in your tracks, taking your hands in his, “You are… so much more than just a human to me.”

His actions and words made you freeze. You look up at him with slight confusion, “What do you mean by that Dia…?”

Diavolo’s expression softened with a caring smile, “I mean… to me, you’re more than just another human. You’re my friend… and my only genuine friend at that, not caring for my status and seeing me as the demon I am. Not treating me with the formalities everyone else does who is aware of my title. You’ve always treated me so well and so… normal, I appreciate it.”

You let out a soft chuckle, holding his hands back in a caring manner, “Well, I’m honoured to be that friend for you, Dia. You’re a great guy and I know you’d make such a great king.” You say softly, your eyes meeting his, Diavolo’s eyes filled with affection for you. “... even if I won’t be around for the day you do get crowned.”

A smile spread across Diavolo’s face before letting out a laugh, “You know, I hope you are around when I get crowned into the spot of King, I wish not to assume the position without my closest friend by my side.” He said, gently letting go of our hand and placing his free hand on your cheek, “On the topic of my crowning… It may be a bit presumptuous of me to say this, but I want you to join the Devildom’s Royal Court upon my coronation in the future as part of the council with the brothers.

“Imagine, having you; a human, in the Royal Court. Yes,it would be good to bring unity to the three worlds but having you by my side in my reign of the Devildom every step of the way would be pure bliss and keep me motivated to be a good ruler.”

You stare at his star-struck by his words, you bit your lip, hesitant to speak not wanting to crush his hopes. “Diavolo…” You started, your hands slipping out of his and falling limp on your sides, “I’m not like Solomon… I’m just a regular human.” You say with deep sadness in your eyes, your smile becoming one of melancholy “Don’t get me wrong, it’s such an honour to have you offer such a role to me. Being part of your Court alongside the brothers and Barbatos but… You know all too well that my lifespan is much shorter than yours. I fear that I won’t be around by the time the crown is passed down to you.” You hung your head, as you spoke, not wanting to face Diavolo. You couldn’t bear to see what his reaction was to your reality check.

You heard Diavolo sigh softly, feeling him place both of his hands on your shoulders, “Y/N, I know very well how short the human life-span is compared to my own and my brethren. But life is short in general, no matter human or demon. We should dwell on topics like your morality…” He spoke in a soft and comforting tone, “Don’t worry about the far future, both you and I know I’m no where near to being crowned as king as you know. There’s no way of telling what the future holds for the two of us, for both of us know there are multiple timelines with multiple possibilities and outcomes. But, what matters now is what we do now.” He said, taking one of his hands off from your shoulder, tilting your head up so your eyes meet his. “And what I want to do is to ensure you are there when I’m crowned and have you part of my Royal Court.”

Your eyes widen at his last words, getting at what he’s hinting at, “Are… are you suggesting that we tamper with my lifespan? Basically tampering with my candle in the Reaper’s cave?”

Diavolo’s smile grew when you caught on, “Yes, that’s exactly what I’m suggesting. Solomon has given me a spell to possibly prolong your life like how he has done with his by accident. Just think about it, we can spend the rest of time together, you and I.” His eyes were filled with hope as he took your hands again in his, your eyes never leaving his as he spoke, “Please… Y/N, I have to try this, even if it won’t work - I need to try. Even if it means breaking a couple rules along the way. I’ll do whatever it will take, including defying my own father and the Reaper’s code, if that means you get to be with me longer, so be it. “I cannot just sit by and ignore the fact you will parish and fade away with time while I go on living, I need you by my side… so please, let me be selfish this one time and at least try this.”

You were taken back at his desperate pleas, his hands holding yours tightly as if you’d slipped away from him suddenly, standing there in silence as the sounds of the Devildom filled the air as you took into account Diavolo’s reasoning. “What about the timelines? Does Barbatos know about this plan of yours? Better yet, does Thirteen know about this?” you questioned, watching the prince’s eyes shine as he realised you’re considering this plan of his.

Diavolo nodded in a feverish manner, a wide smile on his lips, “Yes, Barbatos and Thirteen are aware of my plan, both are on board with his plan… all I need to know is - will you stay by my side, Y/N. Stay with me till the end of time?”

You couldn’t help but smile as the prince in front of you started tearing up, his eyes filled with hope. The thought of spending the rest of time with your best friend, living long enough seeing him become the great ruler you fantasized of him becoming made your eyes well up as well. With a smile, you slip one of your hands out from his grasp and place it on his cheek, his face inches away from you “I agree to stay with you Diavolo, I’ll stay with you till the end. Forever by your side and stand with you in your court.” Diavolo smiled widely, tears of pure rolling down his face before he closed the gasp between you two, his lips pressed up against yours, his hands tightening around yours before parting from your lips. “I promise you, Y/N…” He said with a shaky breath from his excitement, his hands trembling against yours, “I’ll be the king you hope I’ll become… I’ll take good care of you, till the end of our days.”

[daytaker]

i have come back with more questionable mc behaviours as a treat

mc who’s a LeVeyan satanist, that or another idea of a similar variety which is when mc gets teleported they were wearing a “hail satan” shirt

also i loved the creepy scientist like mc (๑>◡<๑) - clown anon

Clown Anon MCs - [ Clowncore MC | Death-Fixated Science Geek MC | LeVeyan Satanist MC ]

I want to own a Sheep MC plush that wears a Hail Satan shirt. I want that to be among my possessions when I die.

That out of the way...

(cw: references to drug use, references to sex, this is the church of satan. sex drugs and rock n roll. this gets extremely silly towards the end.)

Satanists Don't Believe in Satan

You were vibing to Eurythmics, sitting cross-legged in your bedroom and trying to meditate while your Snake, Dr. Faust, wound his way around your arm. And then, suddenly, you weren't. The shag carpet was replaced by a hard wood floor, and the warmth of your bedroom was replaced by the cool draft of a large assembly hall with windows. And some punks in military academy uniforms were scowling at you.

"What the fuck? What gives?" You were really confused. Did you already hit the acid and you're so high you forgot? You stood up and looked down at yourself. You were still wearing your CoS shirt and pink pajama shorts, and you still had on your fluffy slippers.

"Welcome, uhhh...." A big guy in red squinted at a piece of paper, then looked at me. "Is your name actually Omen LeVey?"

"That's what it says on my driver's license, bitch." Dr. Faust wound his way up your arm and into your shirt. He clearly didn't appreciate the change in temperature either.

"It's not too late to swap them for someone else, is it?" whispered a dark haired man to Big Red.

Big Red ignored him. "Welcome, Omen, to the Devildom! I'm sure you're very confused, but everything will make sense soon. You have been chosen to participate in an exchange--"

"Where do you think you're going?" The dark haired bitch cut off Big Red as I walked to the door.

I turned around. "Uh, out?"

"Out where, exactly?" asked the bitchy one.

"Out of here? I'm not sitting around waiting for you to go through some sort of timeshare presentation with me. However I got here, I'm sure I'm high as fuck, and I'm not going to spend my time high as fuck getting talked at by this dude. No offense, Red."

Ten minutes later, you were tied to a chair in the middle of the assembly hall. Big Red, the bitch, and three other guys stood around you, unsure what to do.

"Is this, like, an ex of yours or something, Satan?" one of the extras asked another. They were both twinks, and they were also both quiet up to this point, so you couldn't really think of how to differentiate them on the fly.

"No? What are you talking about?"

"Their shirt!"

All five guys stared at your graphic tee, which was black with white splatter text that read:

"CHURCH OF SATAN "DO WHAT THOU WILT SHALL BE THE WHOLE OF THE LAW" - SATAN PROBABLY"

"I can't believe Satan has an entire church dedicated to him! I wonder if there are churches to me," Twink 1 said with a sigh.

"That's not a church dedicated to me," replied Twink 2. "Their entire doctrine is a repudiation of my very existence. You should educate yourself, Asmodeus."

"Helloooo? Excuse me?" You wobbled in your seat, trying to get their attention. "Since I don't have any choice but to listen, I'll allow you to go ahead and tell me what the fuck is going on."

Big Red sighed at began to explain again. "You've arrived here in the Devildom as an exchange student from the human world. For the next year, you will be living here in the Devildom with us demons, attending the Royal Academy of Diavolo, or "RAD", we we tend to call it."

"...Okay, so clearly this is a bad trip, so I'm gonna politely ask if we can skip to the part where I'm finished having sex with my downstairs neighbors and I turn into a ball of energy? Like. C'mon. Chop chop."

"I am Diavolo, acting lord of the Devildom. And this is Lucifer, my right-hand demon and confidant." He gestured to the bitchy one.

"Charmed," you said in a voice saturated with sarcasm. "What about those three?"

"Ah," Diavolo said, nodding. "Those are Asmodeus, Satan, and Beelzebub. They are Lucifer's brothers."

"This is so wild. So Satan and Lucifer aren't the same dude?"

"Careful what you say," said Twink 1--or Asmodeus, as you now knew him to be. "You'll make Satan angry!"

"Sorry bro. Look look look, though, I'm in your fan club." You hope your shirt with Satan's name on it will butter that one up--Satan is Twink 2, as it turns out; a skinny blonde kid with a yellow bow tie. You aren't sure how to feel about that, exactly. You'd always pictured him as a cartoon goat-man, more or less.

"Do you really think you can butter me up by claiming that the Church of Satan is my fan club?" He scowled at you, looking indignant. "Didn't you hear me earlier? I'm aware of what your so-called 'church' teaches, and while I'm not opposed to the ideology in a broad sense, I can't support a group that considers my very existence to be a joke."

"Hey, hey, it's not a joke," you said soothingly. "You're just the theological equivalent to the Queen of Engand. Powerless, probably fake, definitely dead, but you look good on merchandise."

"Do you want to die?"

"Sometimes."

"Omen, you will be living with these four and two of their brothers for the next year." Diavolo smiled at you, apparently choosing to ignore every word you've spoken.

All four of the brothers looked crestfallen.

"Oh, yeah, I feel real fuckin' welcome. Roll out the wagon, why don't ya?"

"Is your name actually Omen LeVey?" asked Big Red again in a murmur, looking at his sheet with as mystified an expression as ever.

Dr. Faust, still coiled around your arm, peeked out at the world again and flicked his tongue. Asmodeus screamed, and Lucifer pointed at you and demanded, "Diavolo, swap it for a different one!"

---

Epilogue.

Eight months later, you and Satan marry. Dr. Faust officiates. Together, you have three children, all of whom refuse to acknowledge their fathers' objective existence.

[afraidofbee]

Aside from MC's bedroom, which ones would the sheep would like to sleepover go-to the least to most frequent? You can do the seven bros or ALL of dateables and new characters.

As long the sheep have their pillow can sleep anywhere, but will probably prefer sleep in Lucifer or Levi’s room since they don’t sleep at night the pink sheep have the bed for themselves

[harunayuuka2060]

Satan: Why are you buying a house all of a sudden?

Lucifer: I have a boyfriend and we're going to live together.

Satan: Lord Diavolo?

Lucifer: No. He's a human.

Satan: Tch. Great. Someone who'll die early.

Lucifer: Shut up. This person is great. Trust me when I say that you will like him too.

Satan: I doubt.

Satan: ...

Lucifer: How's the trip? *kisses MC on the cheek*

MC: *chuckles* It was great. A dog welcomed me on my way here.

Lucifer: That must be Cerberus.

MC: Oh. His name is Cerberus?

Lucifer: Hm?

MC: I thought his name was Cebby The Great.

Lucifer: That little— *chuckles* I'll scold him when I see him.

MC: *noticed Satan*

Lucifer: Oh, right. MC, this is my broth— er, my son, Satan.

MC: *waves both of his hands at him, giving him a friendly smile* Hello~.

Satan: ...Hi.

Lucifer: *frowns disapprovingly at him* Anyway, I'll take care of your luggage.

MC: Ah, Lucifer! Wait—

Lucifer: ...

Lucifer: What's the meaning of this?

*There's a cat in one of his bags*

MC: *troubled laugh* He... followed me here.

Lucifer: *stern* MC.

MC: Please, Lucifer? *cute puppy eyes*

Lucifer: ...

Lucifer: Hmph. Fine.

Satan: ... Lucifer.

Lucifer: What?

Satan: ...

Satan: He's not bad.

Lucifer: Told you.

MC: Hm?

[enoe-of-noen]

Satan: Can I have a word with you, Mc?

M!Mc: Let me just…

M!Mc: Puts the child down.

In the kitchen

Satan: Did you at least ask for her name?

M!Mc: …I should’ve.

Satan, exasperated: Dearest…

M!Mc: A mistake on my part. Let’s just go and ask her.

Back in the living room

M!Mc: Hey kid, what’s your name?

Child: Child.

Satan: …

M!Mc: …

In the kitchen, again

M!Mc: We have to give her a name.

Satan: Mc, no-

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[clown-musicspy]

Wally Darling!Mc moments

[These imges aren't mine they are from artist and I don't own Wally Darling they are own by PartyCoffin or Clown for short]

Wally Darling!Mc:"Oh hello neighbor,care for an apple"

S/n:"Sure!' -----------------

Mammon:"S/N Let's hang out-"face of confusion what the heck they are doing.

S/n:Sobbing."MAMMON I THINK MC IS DEAD!"was hugging Mc

Wally Darling!Mc:Just gone limp when S/n hug them

---------------------- Wally Darling!Mc:talking on phone"Then i said if your gonna eat those apples you gonna-"steps on something then slips "Uh oh" starts falling down the stairs and cursing at the same time and landed on the floor injured."I think...i broke everything.."groan in pain. --------------------------- Wally Darling!Mc: Painting something Mammon:Runs infront of the item that Mc was painting."HAHA I RUINED YOUR PAINTING!" Wally Darling!Mc:"Mammon this is painting not photography am not gonna add you-AGH!" stares at the painting that they did really add Mammon in the panting. ---------------------- Wally Darling!Mc: smiling at Barbatos Barbatos: feels uneasy on Mc Wally Darling!Mc:Pupils dilated and was ready to blink at Barbatos Barbatos:Felt like should be uneasy on Wally Darling!Mc eyes dilated and that their about to blink S/N:"Barbatos Am back!"smiling Wally Darling!Mc:"Ah your back Darling" ------ Thats all lol @aphrodites-gaze gurl i did it Wally mc

[lollier]

sillies

Mammon:alright

M! MC: We can go band for band,

Satan: fuck that, we can go M for M

F! MC: Quarter mil' for the Maybach truck,

GN! MC :double R with the factory rims

Levi:I got the 90, the Urus, the Virgil, the Brabus, I'm really a threat

Mamon: It's got to the point that I don't even care, I got jewels in the safe that I don't even wear

Lucifer :what the fuck are you talking about?!